“Kristen is hard to shock,” I admitted. “I bet you’re sorry now.”
“Who managed to get that thing up?” June asked, noticing my almost-erection.
“One of the girls,” I said, not wishing to violate Patty’s trust, since not too many people knew that we were once sexual partners.
“Must be a psychic. I figured you’d need a Ouija Board in order to hear from that guy again.”
I laughed. Patty was almost psychic, though.
“Hug and cuddle?” I asked.
“Sure, Oogie,” June answered. “Tomorrow, though, you get a blow job in the living room and I don’t care who watches! I want everybody to know that I have you in my power!”
I winced. “I thought you were supposed to be the Pussy Slave,” I said.
“Nope. I’m Cunt Whore now, remember?”
Once again I laughed.
We hugged. We cuddled.
All the sexual activity over the last 48 hours caught up to me. As June was pressing her body into mine, I fell asleep.
I dreamed that there was a blood-sucking vampire drinking me dry through my penis.
I woke up and felt two lips on my cock.
“No!” I yelled, still half in my dream.
“I felt that,” June said, softly.
“Where is everybody?” I asked, looking around. I was out of the hot tub and on one of the wood slat benches that followed the walls of the room. There were folded towels under my head to cushion me.
“They left. I’m supposed to bring you back to the master bedroom, and not to leave your side. Kristen’s orders. Or, should I say, Mistress’ orders!”
“You’re Cunt Whore again?” I asked, still not completely awake.
“Yeah. It’s like, three thirty in the morning.”
“I must have been tired,” I said, yawning.
June nodded. “Everybody was worried, but Patty told everybody you were just exhausted. Everybody left. Archy and Kristen are in our bedroom, so I get you tonight!”
“June…”
“Cunt Whore, Master.”
“June,” I insisted, “I can sleep alone. You go and sleep with Archy. If Kristen’s asleep, send her into our room when she wakes up.”
“Kristen’s probably not asleep, since she brought Lyn… Pussy Slave with her. I told Kristen your suggestion about… you know… teaching Archy?”
“I still would prefer to sleep alone.”
“Can’t do that, Master. Mistress told me to take you to bed and not leave your side. Her order was first, and therefore, it’s the one I follow.”
“Who made up that rule?”
“Cunt Whore did, Master!”
I sighed. “All right, but no blow jobs!”
“No promises, Master.”
I sighed once again.
June helped me up from the bench, and started to lead me out of the room. As we were about to pass the shower, I remembered the previous morning, when Lynette, Camille, Kristen, and I fooled around in there. Since I was no longer very groggy, I pushed June until she realized my destination.
I started a warm shower, and soaped June down. Looking at the contrast between the white lather and June’s chocolate skin actually turned me on.
June also seemed to like it when I soaped her ass, and I rubbed my dick along the crack in her ass as I soaped her breasts from behind.
“How do you do it, Master?” June asked.
“Do what?”
“Just when I think I enjoyed the best Oogie sex experience, you show me a new way to top it. I’m so close to an orgasm right now, that if you were to just…”
June was interrupted by one of my fingers suddenly moving south to touch her clit. “Oh, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
I continued to rub my soapy finger onto June’s magic spot. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she chanted.
June was vocal, and she loved swearing. The echoes in the shower room probably woke up the entire group. I was in for a penny, might as well be in for a pound, I figured.
June tried to squeeze her legs together to keep me from rubbing her. However, the soap on my finger, combined with her copious natural lubrication, allowed my finger to continue to move back and forth unabated. As June’s first orgasm started to fade, another rose to take its place.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
With the hand I was using to play with her nipple, I pulled June’s face toward mine and kissed her.
“OOMPH!”
It took a couple of minutes, but June’s orgasm finally started to subside once again. June physically moved away from me to escape my fingers.
She stood underneath the shower droplets, her breath panting. She was no longer shouting, and seemed to be willing herself to be calm.
“You, Mister, are a demon sent from hell to torment innocent young virgins!”
I laughed. “An innocent young virgin named Cunt Whore?”
“In less than a day, you’ve got me addicted to you!”
“I’ll tell you what, June…”
“Cunt Whore,” June corrected.
“June,” I said, sternly. “Any time you feel that you want to be a little nasty, especially after Archy goes off to college, just show up at our apartment. Whether you want to be Cunt Whore or June, it’s your choice. Stay as long as you want, and I’ll be there for you. This is not just an offer for sex, but if you need a place to study, or want to relax with a game of pool, or to use Kristen’s family’s Solarium with a pool, hot tub, and steam room. Even if you just want to read a book in the living room and listen to records. Stay an hour or a week. If you want sex, Kristen, Lynette, and I will be around and we’ll make it as romantic or as nasty as you want it.”
June’s eyes were wide opened. “Is that for real?”
“It’s basically what Kris offered Lynette—Pussy Slave. I don’t want a slave. I want a friend. I don’t mind cuddling with you… I told you earlier that I think you are really cuddly. If Kristen wants Lynette, then I want you. I think I get the prettier one.”
“I’m definitely not prettier than Lynette!” June laughed. “You really want me?”
I pulled June to me and pushed her once again against the wall of the shower. My cock resumed its place in the crack of her ass, and my soapy fingers once again were on her breasts from behind. “I want you like THIS,” I said. “I want you coming so much and so often, you will be afraid to visit us. I want you to yell out so loud, the police will want to find the girl that is being tortured. I want you to know the enjoyment of sexual fulfillment, even if it doesn’t mean actual fucking. However, if you agree to this, then after tomorrow, your virginity is mine to take or to let you have, as I choose. Neither Kristen nor Pussy Slave can take it, and neither can Archy, unless it is your wedding night. You offer me that, and I’ll take you places that even I haven’t been.”
“Why me?”
“Because you are cute, you are a cheerleader, you are wonderful, and you are June.”
“OK.”
“OK?”
“I’ll be your Cunt Whore. You have possession of my virginity. Take it or leave it with me, I don’t care.”
“I won’t accept it tonight, June,” I said, softly. “The first day you come to our apartment will be the day that I accept it.”
“You won’t have a free weekend for the rest of your life, Master,” June said, softly.
“Don’t promise anything you cannot deliver. You may not want it every weekend. I want you when you feel a need to step outside to be somewhere that you might be afraid to go, and you want me there to hold your hand. When you need to relinquish all control to somebody else. At all other times, I want you to be June, the wonderful cute girl that I fell in love with that is in love with Archy.”