Lynette pointed out, “He’s already excited.”
“You shut up, too, Bitch!” Kristen barked. Once again, she raised the crop into the air menacingly.
Kristen was taking her “Mistress” role very seriously. This was the first time I heard her call Lynette anything worse than “Slut.”
Lynette lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Kristen turned to June. “I want the two of you to put on a show for us. Let’s see if you have it in you to get Jim off.”
Immediately, June and Lynette approached each other. I watched, amazed, as Lynette bent down to kiss June tenderly on the lips.
Kristen sat on the bed next to me as the two of us watched Lynette and June kiss each other deeply.
“Excited?” Kristen whispered to me.
“Not really,” I admitted. “June’s not really into this scene.”
“This whole scene was her idea. This is her idea of a birthday present.”
“What’s with the whip?”
“It’s a new toy for Lynette,” Kristen whispered, smiling.
“She looked as if you hurt her.”
Kristen shrugged. “The pain has probably gone.”
While Kristen and I were whispering, the two girls were still kissing. I could see that tongues were being exchanged between the two girls.
If June was pretending that she was having fun, it was a damned great performance!
Lynette’s hand started fondling June’s breast, and June’s hand quickly followed.
I watched in awe as the two girls got into their playing. I have seen Lynette doing this with Kristen quite often, but this was the first time that I saw June actively touching another woman sexually. This made the scene even more erotic for me.
“I can see you’re impressed,” Kristen whispered, stroking my turgid erection very lightly. I moved my hips up to get her to stroke me harder, but Kristen pulled her hand away playfully. “Uh, uh,” Kristen whispered, shaking her head. “This is June’s scene for you.”
Groaning in frustration, I saw Lynette was now bending even lower and was now starting to suck on June’s breast. Her hand already moved to June’s crotch.
There was a look of ecstasy on June’s face as Lynette’s talented fingers went to work. June’s eyes were clenched together, and her face was a mask of joy.
Lynette started driving June toward an orgasm. I knew from months’ experience that June got very vocal when this happened.
As if on cue, June started to whimper. “Fuck, Lynette!”
Once more, I felt Kristen briefly stroke my erection. My body was going crazy. I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand.
As I watched the two girls fondle each other, and heard June’s quickly deteriorating shouts of profanity, I found my hips moving up and down, seemingly on their own volition. I could see June’s obvious excitement at what Lynette was doing to her. Kristen once again ran her hand quickly and lightly on the outside of my erection, although she didn’t do anything like jack me off.
One more time, Kristen’s hand brushed lightly on the bottom of my dick, rubbing ever so slightly at the junction where the head meets the shaft. For some reason, this triggered my release.
As Kristen’s hand pulled quickly away, jets of my semen started to shoot out.
One of the streams managed to actually hit Kristen on the chin, which I think surprised her. Most of the rest, however, ended up on my legs and my stomach, although a few strands were on the bed sheets.
I looked at June and Lynette, and June was staring at me with a big smile on her face. “I did it! I did it!”
Lynette smiled at June. “Yes, you did, honey.”
“Come over here, June,” Kristen said, inviting June to our bed. “You did this to him, you get to clean him up!”
“By myself?” June asked in awe.
Kristen smiled at the small, black cheerleader. “Sure thing!”
Now this was an interesting turn of events. Kristen was usually greedy with the output of my dick, mostly because of her ticket-induced need for my sperm.
“Goody, goody!” June said, giggling. She moved onto the bed and started to lick up the remnants of my ejaculate.
Kristen quietly left the bed, and I saw Lynette quietly lick up the bit of semen that was still on Kristen’s chin and then feed it back to Kristen.
I smiled, realizing that June wasn’t aware that this just happened.
June made quick work of the mess on my legs and stomach, and ended up rubbing her breasts against my side as she kissed me. “I love you, Oogie! Happy birthday!”
“Thanks, June!” I said, truly thankful.
Breakfast consisted of blueberry pancakes, made by June.
I couldn’t think of a better way to start a birthday.
I was greeted by “Happy birthday, Oogie!” by a few people when I got to school that day. The odd part was that I didn’t know some of the people who said it. I knew that I was sort of a minor celebrity at the school, but how did people know it was my birthday?
June, who was with me, didn’t seem surprised by this.
“Who was that?” I asked June when a girl I never met wished me a happy birthday.
June shrugged. “Beats me.”
“How does she know it’s my birthday?”
June finally smiled. “I guess you’re popular, Oogie!”
When I walked into class at third period, everybody in the band room got up and said, at once, “Happy birthday, Oogie!”
Now I knew there was a plot. I loved it!
During lunch, almost everybody in the room came up to the cheerleader table where I was sitting and said the same thing to me. I started to take it in stride.
After a couple of dozen well wishers, however, I decided to try to strike up conversations with the people who were wishing me a happy birthday.
“Thank you,” I said to a girl that I recognized was in Merry’s grade. “And what’s your name?”
The girl was taken aback. “Um… Heather.”
“Well, thank you, Heather! I really appreciate it.”
June giggled as I turned the situation around.
After Heather, I made it a point to learn everybody’s name. I probably wouldn’t remember their names for long; I was terrible at remembering names and faces. However, I was no longer feeling embarrassed.
One thing that I noticed, was that Sherry looked distracted.
“What’s up, Sherry?” I asked, a bit concerned.
“Um… nothing.” Sherry’s demeanor completely changed as she smiled.
A male voice distracted me. “Happy birthday, Oogie!”
I recognized that voice, and when I turned, I knew I was right. “Thank you, Doug. How’s it going with Becky?”
I turned and noticed that Becky wasn’t at our table, but then saw that she was not far behind Doug.
“It’s going great! Thanks for everything!”
Becky finally caught up with Doug. “Hi, Becky!” I said before she could wish me a happy birthday.
Becky reddened a bit. “Hi, Oogie. Um…”
I considered waiting, remembering that Sherry said that Becky was shy. However, I figured that would only put the spotlight on her. “Is Doug teaching you magic?”
“Um… yes!”
“That’s great. I’m glad the two of you are hitting it off.”
“Yeah… thanks,” Beck said, looking at Doug. Finally, she managed to say, “Happy birthday, Oogie!”
I laughed. “Thanks, Becky!”
I thought I just about got over the embarrassment of just about the entire school wishing me a happy birthday, when Mr. Yank, the school principal stopped me in the hallway.