It took a few minutes for Lynette to finish the job. Dutifully, she came back up from between Camille’s legs and deposited my sperm into Kristen’s mouth.
Camille asked me what I wanted to do next, and I knew what I wanted her to do. It was something that I wanted to do since last fall.
“Hand job, and make me shoot into Kristen’s face.”
“Hand job?” Camille asked, confused.
“I remember the one you gave me in Kneely Park,” I said.
Camille laughed, and did as I requested. As she did so, I fondled her to another orgasm. I didn’t cover her mouth, and I think that everybody in the house heard it. I still hadn’t shot off, so I started rubbing Camille’s breasts with the soap again.
Kristen was against the shower wall in much the same position that Camille was when I was fucking her. Lynette was between her legs, licking my Goddess. I heard Kristen come twice already, and it looked as though her third was going to happen soon.
I was amazed when I felt the sensations in my balls start up again. Camille noticed my reaction, and we both moved closer to Lynette and Kristen.
“Kristen’s face is too high,” I whispered to Camille. “Aim for Lynette. Kristen will lick it off her.”
Camille did so, and Kristen noticed when my sperm hit Lynette’s face. Kristen smiled at the two of us, and after she reached a sweet orgasm, she bent down and cleaned off Lynette’s face.
I was spent for the night, but I continued to fondle Camille. After about ten minutes, we all retired into the master bedroom.
Lynette and Kristen spent the rest of the night in a sixty-nine position. When one or the other awoke during the night, they would start licking and get each other off. I have a feeling it was quite a long night for them; their actions woke Camille and me up more than once.
I woke up at seven in the morning. Camille looked as if she just woke up as well.
“Let’s get even with them,” I whispered.
“How?” Camille grinned, enjoying the way that I think.
I told her.
We rolled the two girls over, and they must have been so exhausted that they didn’t even wake up. The two girls were on their sides. I took the end with Kristen’s face, and Camille took the other end. I started licking Lynette and I felt her start to stir. “Again?” Lynette said, groggily.
I didn’t answer her, but Camille was doing the same to Kristen, who didn’t seem to complain.
At the same time I was licking, I was masturbating myself. I didn’t know how much semen that I could muster, but I wanted it to shoot it onto Kristen’s face. It took about fifteen minutes, during which time Kristen’s eyes were staring at my cock the entire time.
I didn’t come very much, but Kristen opened her mouth and most of it landed on her tongue. I received a wonderful smile for my effort, and Kristen swallowed what she received, and then replaced me on Lynette’s crotch.
When the two girls achieved their release, we decided that it was time to get up.
Since neither Camille nor Lynette brought any clothes into the master bedroom, they were still undressed when we all walked out of the master bedroom.
We were greeted by all our friends, who burst out in spontaneous applause.
Kristen suggested that I get plenty of orange juice and coffee to drink at breakfast and I did. I was totally spent, and wondered if I could somehow get a rain check for Tiny’s and June’s rendezvous. Kristen, however, moved between the two of them and said, “Two o’clock,” which dashed that particular hope.
I never saw Kristen in such sexual heat as she was that weekend. She fucked me in public in the whirlpool, and let everybody know that she enjoyed her foursome last night. Now, she was agreeing to a party with another couple!
I spent the morning relaxing in the sun on one of the lounge chairs outside the swimming pool. The forecast for the entire weekend was sunny and in the seventies, and today was looking like it would be even warmer than the previous day. Kristen thought this was a wonderful idea, as she would be able to catch up on the sleep she didn’t get the previous night and took the lounge next to me.
“There’s the lovely couple,” Lynette commented as she saw the two of us. There were some of the couples in the water, but Kristen and I were mostly alone.
“Lynette?” Kristen said.
“Yes?”
“You told both Jim and me that you’ve always had a thing for me.”
Lynette nodded.
“Did you get your fill last night?”
Lynette considered a few moments before shaking her head.
“Good,” Kristen said, a wicked smile on her lips. “You know where I live, right?”
“I was at your playroom during the Halloween party.”
“That’s right,” Kristen said, nodding. “Jim and I can use a good pussy slave. Any time you want me, just drive to my house and tell the security guy that my pussy slave is here. If he tells you that I’m in, you are invited, and you will do whatever Jim or I tell you to do. And I mean, whatever. Fuck, suck, lick, rub, bathe us, kiss our feet, clean the apartment, do our laundry, paint the hallway… whatever. You are not allowed to wear any clothing on our property. If you agree to those terms, you are welcome to me, as well as to Jim.”
Lynette’s jaw dropped, as did mine. “Pussy slave?” Lynette asked, obviously shocked.
Kristen smiled. “Yup. Oh, we might have friends over when you’re around, or invite people over after we know you are there, so you might want to take that into consideration.”
I looked at my girlfriend as if she had two heads. I expected the cheerleader to slap Kristen’s face for what she was saying.
Instead, Lynette said, “Does that include tonight?”
“If you’re my pussy slave here, then the rules are the same here. No clothing while you are on this property. Otherwise, wait until we get back home.”
Lynette considered for a minute or two, and then started untying the bow on her halter top. After the top was off, she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms.
“All right, for the rest of the weekend, you will not answer to the name Lynette,” Kristen ordered. “If anybody calls you by name, you will correct them and tell them that you are to be called Pussy Slave.”
“All right,” Lynette’s eyes were cast down.
“That’s ‘yes, Mistress,’ Pussy Slave,” Kristen corrected.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Jim is ‘Mr. Big’ to you. You will worship our bodies and follow every order. If you ever refuse anything we request, you will be dismissed, and my offer will be canceled. You also have the right to tell us if we ask you to do something unpleasant, and we will take that into consideration. Remember, if you refuse to do anything, the offer is canceled. Aside from that, you are free to leave at any time if you need to live your life outside our home. We understand that real life will sometimes intrude and there will be no repercussions.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Lynette’s nudity attracted the attention of some of the bathers, but nobody came over.
“Oh, yes, Pussy Slave. You are today’s victim for the first Twelve Party. Jim, Camille, and I will come up with some suitable activity for you.”
“Yes, Mistress, but I was supposed to become today’s victim anyway.”
“Oh!” Kristen said, smiling. “I’ll need to talk with Camille. Anyway, please visit everybody and tell them about your new status and that you are the noon time victim. If you can find Camille, tell her I’m interested in talking with her.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lynette said. She was blushing, but she also had a smile on her face.
“You are dismissed,” Kristen said, waving Lynette off.