Lynette’s reaction was immediate. She screamed and her head moved up, almost toppling June over.
Kristen indicated for me to lower the pressure on the hose, and I did so.
It took only three more spurts of varying lengths before Lynette achieved her fifth and then sixth orgasm in the shower. Kristen helped calm Lynette down by lightly licking between Lynette’s legs.
June got up off Lynette’s face, and Lynette’s face was a mask of pure pleasure. I could only imagine the effect that the nozzle would have on a woman’s most sensitive spot on her body.
I watched Lynette’s breasts move up and down, her beautiful nipples rock hard.
Eventually, Lynette lightly caressed Kristen’s head, and Kristen finally got up, her job complete.
“One of these days, I’m going to nozzle you, you fucking bitch!” Lynette warned.
“Promises, promises!” Kristen said, knowing that Lynette’s threat was empty, as it took quite a while for Lynette to recover from a good nozzling. It seemed that the first spurt, no matter how much we tried to decrease the flow to the nozzle, was always just a bit too strong.
The first time that Kristen nozzled Lynette, I had been kissing Lynette, and her reaction caused a small bruise on my lips as her head moved up unexpectedly as the first stream hit her. There was also some minor bruising between her legs and she was sore for about three days. Kristen learned to reduce the pressure on the shower controls before using the nozzle after that.
So far, no other girl had allowed anybody to nozzle her; although I saw a wistful look from June as she had watched Lynette get nozzled her first time.
This was only the third time we nozzled Lynette, and we now had a few rules that required Lynette to be securely held to the shower floor, and for the nozzler (almost always Kristen) to carefully lick her afterward to help bring her down gently.
I think that the nozzle was Kristen’s special torture device for Lynette to pay her back for what we simply called the “vibrator incident” where Kristen had been set off so hard that it took both Lynette and I to bring her down.
Kristen put the nozzle down, and moved over Lynette’s body so that the two girls were breast to breast and face to face, with Kristen face down.
I massaged Kristen’s back, and caressed her ass. I moved my body over hers, as I silently signaled to June. June’s eyes widened as she moved so that she was kneeling at the two girls’ heads.
I faked a massage rub, and instead rolled Kristen off Lynette.
“Hey!” Kristen protested as June got into position over Kristen’s face. “No! No! NO!” Kristen yelled until her protests were muffled by June’s crotch.
Lynette saw me pinning Kristen’s feet with my knees spreading Kristen’s legs.
“Have the energy, sweetie?” I asked Lynette.
Slowly, Lynette nodded, and crawled until she could find the nozzle.
It took a minute or two for Lynette to get the water back on, and it didn’t occur to me that she didn’t take the same care to keep the pressure low as I did. As it was, Kristen was wriggling too much for me to be able to reach the water controls. When I looked up, my brain noticed that something wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
Before I could warn Lynette, the first spurt hit its mark.
“NO!” Kristen screamed, completely toppling June, who, luckily, didn’t get hurt.
“Two more, bitch!” Lynette said, menacingly.
Kristen tried to get out of my grip, but I held her. June tried to get back into position, but Kristen kept her away.
As June was distracting Kristen, Lynette let loose with a second spurt.
“Yiiiieeeee!” Kristen screamed, and she got free of my grasp, but her legs were already convulsing.
Lynette dropped the nozzle and started to crawl toward Kristen. June saw the slowness of Lynette’s progress, and she moved quickly between Kristen’s legs to help ease her back.
Lynette saw June take over and sighed.
June moved up. “She’s freezing down there. Didn’t you use warm water?”
Lynette said, “I… I forgot the hot.”
June resumed her licking.
Usually, after a nozzling, it took Kristen and me to bring Lynette back upstairs. We’d put her to bed and she’d fall asleep almost immediately, and wouldn’t engage in sex for about twenty-four hours.
Now we had two fallen soldiers.
I wondered how willing Kristen would be to use the nozzle again now that she had experienced its annihilating capabilities.
When Kristen came down, she said one word. “Shit!”
I laughed, and I signaled to June that we should bring Lynette upstairs first, since she’s had the most time to recover.
We picked up Lynette by the arms, and deposited her on one of the seats molded into the wall part of the changing area. We toweled her off, and June did that magical turban wrap on Lynette’s head that females seem to know how to tie instinctively.
“One… two… three…” I said, and June and I started the arduous task of dragging Lynette’s sorry ass upstairs.
As we got to the stairway, I realized for the third time that we’d either need to install an elevator or add another bedroom or two downstairs if the girls insisted on using nozzles on each other.
It took us about ten minutes to get Lynette into the spare bedroom.
When we got back, Kristen was still in the same position. I was a little worried, but Kristen wasn’t screaming or anything. As it was, it took June and me about twenty minutes to bring Kristen upstairs. When we got her into the spare bedroom, Lynette was already fast asleep in the middle of the bed. I sat Kristen down as June moved Lynette’s nearly lifeless body over onto what I knew to be the “wrong” side of the bed for her.
I shrugged, and June and I tucked Kristen in.
“I love you, Goddess,” I said as I kissed her good night.
“I’m going to get even with you, lover,” Kristen said half-heartedly.
“Do your worst,” I said, giving her a final kiss on the head.
“They’re going to be out until tomorrow morning,” I told June.
“They have class in the morning,” June pointed out.
I shrugged. “It’s not my problem. They nozzled each other.”
“It’s only four p.m.,” June said. “Want me to make supper?”
I shook my head. “Do you know where Roman’s is?”
“Where Patty works?” June asked.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Now, THAT sounds like a good idea!”
Patty was working behind the counter and seemed surprised to see June and me alone together. “Hey, Jim, June! Where’s Kris and Lynette?”
“Unconscious,” I said. “They nozzled each other.”
Patty hadn’t seen our latest addition to the shower room, but had already heard from Lynette about its devastating effects. “They have class tomorrow!”
“They knew that before they started in on each other,” I said.
June said, “I think Lynette will be at class tomorrow, even though she got four to Kristen’s two. She seems to be recovering quicker with experience.”
Patty just shook her head. “So, what will you guys have?”
I looked at June. “Pepperoni and sausage?”
June smiled. “Onions, too?”
“Sounds fine,” I turned to Patty. “How long?”
“Fifteen minutes,” Patty said. “Two drinks?”
June and I nodded.
She totaled our bill and I paid.
June and I found ourselves a comfortable booth, and we talked about Merry’s upcoming initiation.