Kristen moaned occasionally, enjoying Lynette and I double teaming her on her breasts.
I got another great idea, and hopped off Kristen and ran into the kitchen, returning with the whipped cream canister. I told Kristen to open her mouth, and I sprayed some of the foamy substance into her mouth. I then stuck my tongue into her mouth as the two of us wrestled our tongues together, trying to get as much of the whipped cream into our own mouths and stealing it from the other’s.
Once the cream was melted to nothingness, I got the canister again and once again squirted some into Kristen’s mouth. This time, however, instead of sticking my tongue into Kristen’s mouth, I fed her my cock.
“Hmm,” Kristen moaned, and I saw her lips smile around my shaft. The texture inside Kristen’s mouth was quite unique, being much squishier and a bit cooler than usual. I started to move my dick in and out, and saw the cream sticking on my shaft.
I looked back at Lynette, and saw that she took one of the pancakes and used it to “paint” Kristen with the syrup, so that her skin was a light purple from the tops of her legs to her breasts.
Kristen started actively sucking me, and I started to come. I sent the first spurt into Kristen’s mouth, and then pulled out and sent the remainder over Kristen’s purple body.
Lynette giggled at what I did, and took the whipped cream can and added a spurt of whipped cream here and there to finish her masterpiece.
I looked at Lynette, and without saying a word, the two of us each took possession of one of Kristen’s legs. We started at her toes, and tried to suck them clean, ignoring Kristen’s squirming responses.
The two of us worked our way slowly up Kristen’s legs, pausing at various erogenous zones for extra attention.
When I got to Kristen’s crotch, I couldn’t notice the bruising, mostly because it was camouflaged by the extra blueberry syrup that Lynette deposited there. I gave Kristen a very light lick there, and I heard a soft groan as my tongue hit a tender spot. I tried elsewhere, and found that Kristen’s erect clit wasn’t tender, and my Goddess seemed to enjoy my tongue there.
I pulled my head up and whispered to Lynette, “Kris’s clit isn’t hurt.”
“I know,” Lynette whispered back. “I found that out last night.”
“Oh.”
Lynette and I moved toward Kristen’s pubic hair, and as we licked, our tongues would occasionally intertwine. After the first time this happened, Lynette and I made it a point to lick at each other as we continued licking the syrup and whipped cream from Kristen.
I came upon one of my own spurts just below Kristen’s belly button, and I licked it up. I then moved over to Kristen and stuck my tongue into her mouth, allowing her to savor my semen.
Lynette saw what I did, and stared at the two of us. After a moment, she smiled. Thereafter, whenever either of us would come across any of the semen that I shot on Kristen’s body, we’d lick it up and feed it to Kristen while deeply kissing her.
There was a spurt of mine that seemed to reach between both of Kristen’s breasts. Lynette and I scooped up what we could together, and then, grinning at one another, we both deposited the (admittedly mostly dry) semen together, both of our tongues squirming in Kristen’s mouth. Kristen’s tongue moved from mine to Lynette’s and back. It was a tight fit, and it may have been uncomfortable to Kristen, but there weren’t any complaints.
For the coup de grace, once Kristen was relatively clean, Lynette pulled me so that I was kneeling at Kristen’s head. Kristen tried to move her head up to lick my cock, but Lynette kept moving her head down.
Instead, Lynette moved down, and started sucking my dick, very slowly, right over Kristen’s mouth.
Kristen’s eyes were wide, and her attention was riveted on my cock moving slowly in and out of Lynette’s mouth. With all the stimulation that I received licking the syrup, whipped cream, semen, and bits of pancake from Kristen’s body, I once again erupted into Lynette’s sucking mouth.
When I was spent, I pulled away, expecting Lynette and Kristen to share a deep kiss.
Instead, Lynette kept her face hovering about six inches over Kristen’s mouth, and then she opened her lips and allowed my semen to fall out of them, down into Kristen’s mouth.
The scene was quite erotic to me; I knew that I and others shared semen with Kristen in the past, but this was the first time that there was a visual factor to add to my knowledge.
After Lynette’s mouth was empty, she moved down and kissed Kristen deeply.
The three of us lay on the tablecloth, pretty much beat.
“We’re a mess,” Kristen noticed.
“There’s a shower downstairs,” I pointed out.
“NO NOZZLES TODAY!” Kristen said.
We all laughed, and Lynette and I helped Kristen down the stairs.
Let me tell you. Kristen and Lynette are quite capable of making a guy feel forgiven, and I did my best to make them feel loved. After coming twice at breakfast, all I did was rub and fondle the two girls. Lynette didn’t mind me rubbing between her legs, but Kristen was still quite sore, and since Lynette mapped out where Kristen could and could not be touched the night before, I let her focus between Kristen’s legs while I focused on her breasts, face, and upper torso.
It took us about an hour and a half before we decided we were clean.
Lynette and Kristen thought that June’s idea the night before of using the swimming pool and hot tub was a great one, and we relaxed in the Solarium in the main house for the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon.
At one point, we were in the hot tub. I noticed that Kristen wasn’t sitting on her “special jet” (most likely due to her injury), but we were all very close together in the tub.
I sighed. “I’m glad making up is so much fun with you guys.”
“Kristen was right,” Lynette pointed out. “We’ve been apologizing too much recently.”
“Yeah,” Kristen added. “I hurt your feelings with Jackie.”
“I hurt you with the nozzle,” Lynette continued.
“And I hurt both of you with my unthinking words,” I added. “I think this whole love thing is new to all of us. It takes some people years to just figure out one on one. I think our problems are doubled.”
“Try multiplied by four,” Lynette said.
“Huh?”
“Kristen and me, Kristen and you, you and me, and the three of us together.”
“Wow!” Kristen exclaimed. “I never thought about it that way. We’re still finding bumps in the road over just the person to person things.”
“We do the three of us together bit pretty well, though,” Lynette smiled. “Breakfast was tasty, if a bit messy this morning.”
The three of us laughed, but I could tell that we were all thinking about what Lynette said about the difficulties inherent in a three way relationship.
The three of us were swimming in the big pool when Harry’s voice came over the intercom.
“Kristen?”
“Yeah, Harry?” Kristen answered.
“Both your parents are home, and your father has asked if you wanted to grill bratwursts for a family dinner.”
“On the porch?” Kristen asked.
“Yes, Kris.”
“Are they coming into the Solarium now?”
“I think they were trying to get your feelings on that.”
Kristen looked at me and then Lynette. Lynette didn’t seem too eager, and I can only imagine what my expression showed.
“Tell them to give us five minutes, Harry,” Kristen answered.
“Very well, Kristen.”
Kristen muscled her way out of the swimming pool with her strong arms, and then limped into the changing room. When she came out, she had three terry cloth robes. We put them on and sat down at one of the round tables that had four patio chairs.