Later on that day, Lynette came downstairs and found me in the billiard room.
“Want to play?” I asked.
“What stakes?”
“Showers,” I said. “How about the loser has to soap the winner to orgasm for every game that he or she loses?”
“How many games?” Lynette asked.
“Until I win one. I have plans for tonight that include you and Kris, and June’s mother tried to wear me out last night.”
“You asked for what you got, Jim,” Lynette pointed out. “Anyway, I’m glad I’m multi-orgasmic.” Lynette broke the rack she set up. Two solid balls sunk.
I groaned. Although Lynette and I were about even in our abilities at pool, Lynette was terrific when she had an incentive.
We ended at five games: Lynette won four, and I only one.
It was a lovely shower.
Kristen and June arrived together in the shower. The two girls saw Lynette blowing me.
“Lynette lost?” Kristen asked.
“She won, four orgasms to one,” I answered, savoring Lynette’s talented tongue on my organ. “She already got her payment.”
My eyes noticed June, and my balls sent a signal to my mouth to order June to get her oral talents over here to replace Lynette.
For once, my mouth was smart enough not to obey such a stupid signal.
Let me take a break from this story to tell you this unnecessary piece of advice. If you are receiving sexual stimulation from anybody, it is never a good idea to ask somebody else to come and take over. This advice may not be applicable to necrophiliacs, however.
Instead, Kristen took June to the shower opposite the one Lynette and I were using, and slowly started lathering soap between June’s legs.
My eyes were glued to the action between my beloved Kristen and my best friend. June’s ass was sticking out toward me, moving back and forth as Kristen stimulated her slowly. Kristen and June rarely spent time alone together, but they did get along nicely when they did.
Kristen was kneeling down, her head nearly level with June’s crotch.
I knew from Kristen’s position what she wanted.
I fondled Lynette’s wet head and I pulled her upward until her lips were about even with my chin. I lowered my head and kissed her fully.
When we broke the kiss, I turned so that Lynette could see Kristen and June. “Think Kristen needs some soap?” I asked Lynette in a whisper.
Lynette giggled and she dragged me over to the other two girls. She knelt behind Kristen, taking a bar of soap and making a lather before she massaged Kristen’s breasts from behind.
At the same time, I turned June so that she was facing Kristen, and I grabbed a bar of soap myself and massaged June the same way that Lynette was doing Kristen.
Slowly, I started moving my prick up June’s ass crack to stimulate the lower length of my shaft, and then, as I moved it down, I redirected the shaft to probe between June’s legs, sliding alongside her pussy lips, spreading them until I felt the slight nub of June’s clit. I continued pressing my shaft until the head of my cock emerged in front of June.
After a second, I felt the flutter of Kristen’s tongue as she started to lick me, and I relished the sensations, moving my shaft slightly back and forth to increase the stimulation that June was feeling.
Kristen was the only woman I knew who didn’t have a problem with licking my cock when it had soap on it. She couldn’t lick any other part of me or anybody else when it had soap on it except my cock. Both Kristen and I figured that this was due to my wish that had my cock taste better than just about anything else, which I guess meant that her brain simply filtered out the alkaline taste of the soap when she had my dick in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Lynette and I continued soaping our partners’ breasts, our fingers circling their skin and occasionally flicking erect nipples. I could feel Kristen’s hot breath on the tip of my penis as her breathing increased.
I started moving my cock back and forth with large movements, pausing when I was as far as I could push to allow Kristen to kiss and lick my shaft before returning for another stroke.
It didn’t take much time before my cock was ready, having been primed by Lynette’s sucking earlier and now with the stimulation of Kristen’s talented tongue and June’s now-erect clit as I slipped back and forth.
Kristen was rewarded with a small eruption, and she took it in her mouth and continued to lick the head. I knew from the fact that Kristen wasn’t sucking me that some of my first spurt ended on Kristen’s face. I pulled back quickly and pushed forward just as quickly, but there was no more semen in my body.
Kristen’s lips reluctantly released my dick, and June bent down immediately to lick up the semen from my first spurt from Kristen’s face like a happy puppy. After a few seconds of licking, the two girls kissed, and Kristen was able to get my seed second hand.
I moved one of my hands from June’s breast and started to fondle between her legs. I hadn’t realized how close June was, as my hand was soon covered with her lubrication as she started to scream in ecstasy.
I continued manipulating the lovely cheerleader and I started to whisper into her ear, “Juicy June… the wettest cheerleader in school!”
“OOH,” June screamed. “YOU NASTY BOY… FUCK!”
Kristen had moved up so that she was able to kiss June on the lips to help limit the echoing as I continued whispering “Juicy June loves getting her ass fucked in front of her mother” and other “nasty” things to her over and over, extending June’s orgasm.
I felt Kristen’s fingers intertwine with mine as the two of us fondled June.
Meanwhile, Kristen reached her limit and started moaning herself into June’s mouth as Lynette’s talented fingers achieved their goal.
Hearing the two friends moaning in stereo was wonderful as their voices echoed in the shower room.
It took only a couple of minutes for the two girls to slow down, despite the fact that Lynette and I were still rubbing the girls. I knew that June had squeezed her legs together to prevent my fingers from returning, and I reluctantly obeyed her wishes.
Everybody was breathless, despite the fact that Kristen and June had only been in the shower for fifteen minutes or so.
June said, “Hey! That’s not fair! Lynette didn’t get to come!”
“Jim gave me four nice ones right before you got here.”
“That was one on one,” June said. “I think we should gang up on Lynette!”
“Massage?” I asked, grinning.
“No!” Lynette protested.
Kristen got an evil gleam in her eyes. “Nozzle, Jim! June, help me hold her!” Kristen pushed Lynette until she was laying on the floor.
As soon as Lynette was on the floor, June squatted over Lynette’s face. Meanwhile, I disengaged the shower massage head from its holder. Kristen had recently replaced the standard shower heads with ones that could be held in the hand and set to various pulsing rates. After purchasing them, I tried to install them, but found that the lengths of the hoses were too short. That was rectified after a visit from a plumber who installed longer hoses on the units.
I went to the changing area and found a flow concentrator that Kristen had requested from the plumber and using a quick-connect coupling, quickly replaced the massaging head with the flow concentrator. It had a convenient control that allowed the water to be turned on or off from the nozzle.
“Nooomph!” Lynette cried as she heard me make the arrangements, her voice muffled by June’s bush.
I offered the nozzle to Kristen, who grinned wickedly. She aimed it directly on the hood that hid Lynette’s clitoris.