June distracted me by giving me a slow, leisurely hand job. I had my fingers between her legs, and was slowly manipulating her clitoris, which was rock hard. The look of pure pleasure on June’s face was priceless.
Afterward, Lynette wiggled away from Archy and moved toward Kristen and Camille.
“May I ask my Mistress if I can act as Mistress of Ceremonies for tonight’s party, or does my Mistress wish that Camille take over for the Pussy Slave?”
“During this Twelve Party, and the one tomorrow, you may be Lynette, but you will not wear clothing,” Kristen answered.
“Thank you, Kristen,” Lynette said, getting out of her Pussy Slave role.
“This goes for you, June,” I said to June. I really couldn’t bring myself to call June a “cunt whore” in front of others.
June sighed and gave me a big kiss, and then swam over to Archy while Lynette moved into the center of the tub.
Lynette announced, “Tonight’s Twelve Party will feature all the women who haven’t been a victim yet. This means Wendy, Patty, Jill, Kristen, June, and Jackie.”
Apparently, the rest of the boys would be victims for the final Twelve Party on Sunday.
As victims, the girls who still wore bikini bottoms removed theirs before being asked, having understood that part of the Twelve Party procedure.
“Good work, girls,” Lynette said, pleased that things were going smoothly. “I wish to ask the partners of the participants if anybody has any restriction to what their girlfriends should be allowed to do, other than fucking?”
Nobody spoke up.
“Very well,” Lynette said. “How about our victims? Any restrictions?”
Jackie and Jill looked nervous, but neither said anything.
“This is indeed interesting,” Lynette said. “Among the victims, anybody object to same sex oral activity?”
Jackie raised her hand. Jill noticed this and raised hers as well.
“All right, that’s quite fair,” Lynette said. “How about hugging, kissing, and cuddling?”
Neither girl seemed to have an objection to that.
“We seem to have a consensus, and it means hugging, kissing, and cuddling the victims by other girls is allowed. We’ll exclude oral sex for sanitary reasons. Understand?”
Everybody nodded.
Lynette smiled. “Camille, we have six victims and eight players. Would you mind acting as a victim to make the numbers work?”
“Of course,” Camille said. She was already nude, so there was nothing to take off.
“All right, we have seven victims and seven players. Tonight’s game is called ‘Ten Minutes of Heaven.’ All players and victims will be nude.” This elicited surprised gasps from most of the boys. “In addition, since no partners objected to anything, the rule is, ‘if your victim allows it, it’s fine.’ That includes touching, hugging, feeling, kissing, and whatever the two of you do. After ten minutes, you need to pick another victim that you haven’t played with.”
I saw most of the boys trying to surreptitiously remove their bathing suits.
Lynette added, “One final rule: Partners may not play. That means, Jim gets everybody but Kristen, I get everybody but Camille, and so forth.”
This was met by disappointed sounds.
Lynette ignored them. “I have a kitchen timer here, that will be our official signal.” Lynette placed it near the hot tub and wound it to ten minutes. “Players, choose your victims!”
I wanted to save June for last, so I went to Camille first. Since I did just about everything already with Camille, there wasn’t much I needed to get agreement about. We just kissed, and we playfully rubbed each other. After June’s extensive workout on my dick earlier that day, I wasn’t getting too hard. I didn’t mind it, and the two of us took the ten minutes as a way to relax and just have fun and cuddle.
All too soon, the timer bell went off, and Lynette yelled, “Switch!” as she rewound the timer.
Next to Camille was Jill, who was Roy’s date and also a cheerleader I introduced him to. Since Archy just left her, she was available so I quickly moved to her.
“Hi, Jim,” Jill said sweetly. “What do you want?”
“A kiss and maybe a hug. You can do whatever you want with me, but you’d have to be a magician in order to get a rise out of me. Between last night and today, I think I’ve hit my maximum.”
Jill giggled, and she grabbed my organ to see if I was fooling.
I wasn’t fooling, but Jill didn’t take it personally, and we spent our time together just hugging and kissing. Again, it was an enjoyable ten minutes.
The timer went off. “Switch!”
Everybody found themselves working in a counter clockwise fashion. It seemed to be the least confusing for everybody concerned. Of course, some people needed to be skipped when they were partners, but that was easy and consistent.
Jackie was next. I told her the same thing I told Jill about attempting the rouse the dead. Jackie was happy to just hug and kiss, but she whispered to me at one point, “I’m sorry about Steve. I didn’t know he was such an asshole.”
Actually, Steve’s behavior had been irritating me quite a bit, but I held my tongue, being the host. Even so, the fact that he smuggled cases of beer into a party that everybody had been told in advance would be strictly “no alcohol” was inexcusable. I had no idea how to deal with Steve without causing a scene, and as one of the youngest people at the party, I felt uncomfortable about doing that.
“Not a federal crime,” I whispered back, hiding my anger.
“I guess not, but I’m sorry just the same. Tell Kristen for me.”
“I will, Jackie.”
Lynette called out, “SWITCH!”
I swam over Kristen toward Wendy. “Miss Knockers, I presume!”
Wendy laughed. “That’s better than Winny Baygos,” she said.
“Who called you that?”
“Camille, at my birthday party. She got me a bra that must have been a 44 triple Z!”
I laughed. Wendy, being big bosomed, was always teased about her breast size. However, she realized that a lot of that teasing was based in jealousy, and she made jokes with the people instead of allowing herself to be laughed at. It was a great attitude for somebody like her to have.
“Do you mind just hugging and cuddling, Wendy?” I asked.
“You just want these knockers pressed against your body. The Great and Powerful Oogie is just like all the other guys, huh?”
“I guess so,” I admitted. “I just hugged and cuddled with everybody else so far.”
“Oh?” Wendy said. She hadn’t realized that.
Another hug and cuddle later, “SWITCH!” and next was Patty.
Patty and I didn’t say much. We just hugged and cuddled, and Patty even moaned during our kiss, even though I hadn’t tried to get her excited. Once again, I envisioned Patty with her red hair splayed out on my lap as she gave me a blow job, and lo and behold, blood started to flow into my penis.
“SWITCH!” came all too soon, but my final victim was the one that I saved for last: June.
“Hey, Jim!” June said, smiling.
“Cunt Whore?” I whispered. “Where did that come from?”
June winced. “It just flew into my head. I think I wanted to shock Kristen, but I don’t think that I did.”