I liked Lynette very much, and I figured that if she was doing this to help me achieve pleasure, then I should at least fondle her pussy and make the experience as much a pleasure for her as well. I knew from what Kristen and my other female friends had told me, as well as from my own experience, that having somebody fondle your sexual organs was much superior to doing it yourself.
I also knew that Lynette, like most of the girls I slept with, loved it when I licked and whispered into her ears as she was being stimulated, so I had just naturally added that into the mix.
As a result, it was obvious that Lynette was actually enjoying the experience, and she was actually moving her hips up and down, although I couldn’t tell if she was doing it to increase the stimulation on my penis or the stimulation on her clitoris, and I didn’t care, because it was obvious that we were both enjoying it together.
It took more than a few in and out thrusts before I reached total insertion. It was as if getting in so far would make it easier the next time to get to that same point, so that each time, I’d get deeper and deeper until I finally achieved total penetration.
When I was as deep as my shaft could manage, I held myself in Lynette’s ass.
After a few moments with my body matching Lynette’s up and down motions, keeping my dick firmly embedded within her, Lynette finally sighed. “I feel so full, Oogie.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” I asked.
“It told you, I’ve done it before, but not in about six months or so,” Lynette said. “Even so, I think you’ve gotten in deeper than any other boy managed. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels very… full.”
“You are a sweet and lovable girl, Lynette,” I said, finally starting to pull my dick out in anticipation of starting another thrust inward. “You will make somebody very happy.”
Lynette didn’t answer me, but I swear that I heard her sniff a bit. I wasn’t as attuned to Lynette as I was to Kristen, so I didn’t know what she was feeling. Despite this, she continued moving her ass up and down. I decided to allow Lynette to now dictate the tempo, and simply kept my body stationary as Lynette’s movements slipped my dick in and out. Her movements started getting faster as her breathing indicated that she was approaching her orgasm.
Knowing that Lynette was getting off spurred my own body into sexual overdrive. I started spurting my seed into Lynette’s bowels with a final thrust.
When I was done, I saw a tear in Lynette’s eye.
“Did I hurt you, my love?” I asked, softly.
“No, Oogie. I…” Lynette started, but she stopped.
As I said, I wasn’t an expert on Lynette’s moods, but from my experiences with her during Kristen’s trip to Boston, I knew that her crying wasn’t external pain, but a pain in her heart.
I kissed Lynette’s face, licking her tears away. “I love you, Lynette.”
“I know, Oogie. Thanks for being such a loving friend.”
“Lynette, I’m going to clean up. I’ll be right back.”
I went into the bathroom to wash my dick. I was surprised when I looked at it; I had expected it to be filthy and covered in shit, but that wasn’t the case at all. Still, I wanted to make myself more sanitary.
It didn’t take long to clean myself, and afterward, I exited the bathroom, and took a pair of handcuffs from the night stand, and walked out of the bedroom.
I quietly opened the spare bedroom door. I was surprised to see Kristen in the bed, alone. She was awake. “Jim?” she called out.
“Yeah, it’s me. Mr. Asshole.”
“I’m sorry for last night.”
“You hurt me by hurting Lynette, Kris. You cannot apologize to me for that. There’s somebody else you need to apologize to.”
“I know.” Kristen looked as if she had the worst night of her life. There were dark circles under her eyes, and it was obvious that she cried herself to sleep. I didn’t have it in my heart to remain angry with her, but I couldn’t allow myself to sit back and say nothing when a dear friend of mine was hurting so terribly.
“Will you kiss me?” Kristen asked.
“Come over here.”
Kristen knew by the tone of my voice that my answer wasn’t an affirmative response to her request. Still, she came over.
Instead of kissing Kristen, I put one of the handcuffs on one of her wrists.
Kristen looked up at me in surprise. There was a cool determination in my eyes, and Kristen shivered in response.
I received absolutely no opposition as I put Kristen’s arms behind her back as I cuffed her other hand. “You need to apologize to Lynette. You told me a few months ago that when I call you slave that you’ll be my slave. Well, I’m going to call you Pussy Slave today. You will remain cuffed until you manage to get your mistress to forgive you.”
“Mistress?” Kristen asked.
“Lynette is your mistress today. I’d recommend that you kiss her ass, literally, as you will find your morning fix in it.”
Kristen nodded quietly, and allowed me to lead her to the master bedroom. I had her stand outside as I went inside the room.
“Lynette?” I called out quietly.
“Yeah?” Lynette sniffed.
“I have somebody outside. You were right, Lynette. You are no longer Pussy Slave. I have the new Pussy Slave outside and she wants to apologize to her Mistress.”
“Mistress?” Lynette asked.
“I have one request to make of you. We both love Kristen, but she needs to be punished. I’m not asking for whips and chains, or bruises or scars. Paddle her fanny; make her show you how much she’s sorry. I’m going to go downstairs to practice in the music room and maybe shoot some pool. I’m going to see if I can get Jackie or Patty to drive me home to spend some time with my sister.”
“Jim?”
“What?”
“Your sister?”
“Yeah. I don’t spend enough time with her, and I want to be around when Jackie gives her the good news.”
“You called her your sister,” Lynette pointed out.
“Yeah?”
“Merry told me you always qualify your relationship with her and her father.”
I thought about what I had just said. I hadn’t realized what I had implied. I smiled. “Yeah, Lynette. She’s my sister. Not my kid sister, not my step-sister.” I didn’t realize until that moment how observant Lynette was.
Lynette didn’t say anything in response, although she smiled.
I bent down and kissed Lynette warmly. It was a long kiss.
I went into the dresser and got an old pair of jeans and a faded T-shirt that I had managed to hide from Kristen’s fashion sense, and also grabbed a pair of boxers, socks, and my sneakers.
I rolled my clothes up and left the room, and as I opened the door, Lynette blew me another kiss.
Kristen was still waiting, a look of uncertainty on her face.
“Your mistress awaits you,” I said.
Kristen merely nodded and started to enter the room.
Before she did, however, I reached out with my free hand and grabbed her tit closest to me. Kristen almost cried out in surprise. I moved over and kissed her on the forehead. “Give me a call later. I prefer having you as a lover.”
I received a half smile from Kristen, but her eyes were flowing with tears in her eyes, not knowing what awaited her in the master bedroom, but realizing that I would not be a part of it.
What was going through Kristen’s mind? The fact that I insinuated that I didn’t consider her my lover at this point was most likely foremost on her mind, but she must also have been thinking of the outrageous things that she had Lynette do since she took advantage of Lynette during the Senior Weekend.