After a couple of minutes, something told me that something was wrong. Kristen’s orgasm wasn’t subsiding; it was continuing.
I turned to Lynette. “Lynette, untie that scarf!”
Lynette rushed toward Kristen and removed the scarf that was attaching the vibrator to Kristen’s pussy. Even without the vibrator, Kristen’s cries were still coming out, and her ass was still wriggling in the air.
“Where are the keys?” I asked.
Lynette got them from the end table and quickly unfastened Kristen. I took her in my arms, and held her against my body. Kristen was still crying out, her crotch grinding against my pants leg like a dog humping to get off.
There were tears in Kristen’s eyes, and she was still voicing gibberish. Taking out the vibrator hadn’t helped.
“I love you, Kris,” I said to my blonde Goddess.
Kristen continued to convulse.
I pledged my love to Kristen again and again, always with no reaction.
Lynette came over and hugged Kristen as I did at the same time. “I love you, Kris,” Lynette said.
Lynette and I repeated this to Kristen, over and over. After a number of times, Kristen’s eyes flew open, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close. She was no longer screaming, but her breathing was still quite rapid. “Oh, Jim! Lynette!” she cried.
Kristen was no longer humping my leg and I noticed her breathing was starting to come under control. She moved away from me and hugged Lynette.
None of us said anything else; Lynette and I were waiting for Kristen to come down from her stratospheric high.
It took about ten minutes for Kristen’s breathing and heart rate to return to normal. During this time, Kristen would hug either me or Lynette, switching from one to another almost at random. When she was able to talk, she’d whisper that she truly loved the one she was holding, and apologized. Lynette and I returned her affection and offered our forgiveness and our own apology for probably having gone too far with her punishment.
Finally, Kristen pulled both Lynette and me into a big three way hug. “I’m sorry, you guys.”
“We’ve already forgiven you, Kris,” Lynette said.
I nodded in agreement.
“That was a total mind fuck!” Kristen gasped, shuddering at the memory.
“Kristen,” Lynette said, “I didn’t do anything to you that hasn’t already been done to me. I once had a vibrator in me for a half hour, and then it was strapped over my clit, just like I did to you. What happened to you never happened to me.”
Kristen nodded. “You weren’t given Jim’s penis when that happened.”
“Huh?” Lynette asked, confused.
“Put his dick in my mouth, or give me his semen, and I will come. It’s like an amplifier to me.”
Lynette looked at me, and was surprised when I nodded. “You get off on just having a guy put his dick in your mouth? Like that movie, Deep Throat?”
I heard of the movie but never saw it, so I didn’t have any idea what Lynette was saying. Apparently, neither did Kristen.
Lynette explained, “In the movie, the doctor says that Linda Lovelace’s clit is in her throat, so she can only orgasm by sucking deeply. Silly plot, actually, but funny in spots.”
“No. It’s not physical,” Kristen said.
“I think it’s emotional,” I said, trying to come up with a way to explain Kristen’s addiction without having to explain the Lucky Tickets.
“That was scary,” Lynette said.
“It was like I couldn’t stop coming,” Kristen said, her eyes unfocused. “Tasting Jim set me off, and all that pent up stimulation from the vibrator…”
“How did you know it was Jim?” Lynette asked, her eyes narrowing.
“Every girl tastes different,” Kristen answered. “Every guy does, too.”
“That’s true about semen,” Lynette replied. “Not dicks.”
Kristen shook her head. “I’ve sucked or licked Jim’s dick nearly every day since we started going together except for the week I spent in Austria and the two weeks I was in New England with Camille. Trust me, Lynette, you can get familiar with his special taste.”
Lynette seemed mollified, as she was no longer staring at either of us with suspicion in her eyes.
The three of us hugged one another, pledging our love for one another.
It took an act of stupidity to bring the three of us to this point. For the first time in my life, I was glad that it wasn’t entirely me that was responsible for that stupidity.
Kristen explained that she was attempting to keep me happy, since it seemed that the more girls that were around the place, the happier she thought I was.
I explained that I was only truly happy when Kristen was with me and when she was happy herself. I also knew that the key to Kristen’s happiness wasn’t just me. Lynette was a very big part of it now, as well as Kristen’s family.
While Kristen was in Boston, Lynette and I started to feel comfortable with each other. I guess that both of us originally felt that there was some sort of competition between us for Kristen’s affections before, but seeing how Kristen’s actions affected Lynette, and vice versa, the bond between Lynette and me actually grew stronger.
Instead of the three of us forming a narrow triangle with the two long sides representing Lynette’s and my love to and from Kristen, and the small side representing the love between Lynette and me, there was now something that more closely approached an equilateral triangle, thanks to Lynette’s and my blossoming relationship. Hopefully, over time, this triangle would become more and more equal between the three of us. I knew it wouldn’t happen overnight, but we were on our way there.
At dinner, Lynette and Merry were the main focus as the two girls talked about cheerleading. Merry’s father wasn’t too pleased that his young daughter was on the varsity squad, but Lynette seemed to mollify him, especially when she explained that Camille and she instituted the new policy two years ago to make the squad better and the qualifications more strenuous.
“Merry got on the squad because she worked hard for it, Mr. Cummings,” Lynette explained. “I know she did, because I coached her. She didn’t let up a bit.”
“I guess,” Merry’s father allowed.
Lynette continued. “I wasn’t at the tryouts, but the girls all knew that it takes talent nowadays to get on the squad. Merry got in as the only sophomore. Camille got in as a sophomore under the old rules, and I worked real hard to get in during mid-season in tenth grade. It wasn’t easy, because talent didn’t count for much, then.”
“I thought only Camille and Sherry made it in tenth,” I said.
“I made it in tenth, too,” Lynette said. “I became captain the next year, because I showed most of those pinheads that we could do a heck of a lot better. I suggested Sherry to be head cheerleader this year, but she declined for personal reasons.”
I didn’t say anything about Sherry, but I remembered that June told me that Sherry wasn’t the captain of the squad because she didn’t want to be part of Lynette and Camille’s “convenient fuck for the athletic team” duties.
Lynette smiled at me as she understood that I knew about Sherry’s refusal. “Anyway,” she continued, “I worked hard with Camille to get the entrance standards count ability higher than referrals from other squad members, and the team last year was great, especially when Jim and Camille talked Sherry into trying out mid-season.”
“You mean that only Camille and I made it as a sophomore pre-season?” Merry asked.
“Before Camille got on the squad, the squad refused to even consider tenth graders.”