The Cubs won the game four to one, but I think that Lynette (and possibly her few observant fans) had the most fun at the game.
Afterward, Kristen drove us back to the hotel, where Lynette paid her ultimate punishment for losing.
As soon as the door to our room was closed, Kristen ordered, “Pussy slave, I want you to bring Jim to an orgasm using only your tongue. No fingers and no lips. Just your tongue.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lynette said, as she stripped off her dress before pulling my pants down.
Lynette didn’t seem to mind her punishment, and after about ten minutes, I moved toward one of the chairs so I could sit down, since I was starting to get tired (of standing—not Lynette’s actions!).
Meanwhile, Kristen was laying out on the floor, and she pulled her dress up to reveal her naked crotch. Kristen played with herself as Lynette stimulated my cock with her warm and wiggly tongue.
It took Lynette about fifteen or twenty minutes, but finally, I felt myself getting close to orgasm.
Lynette seemed to sense this, and shifted her position so that her face was straight on to the head of my cock. She teased underneath the head of my cock with her tongue as I started to thrust a bit, trying to increase the stimulation on my dick.
When I erupted, Lynette was perfectly positioned so that my first jet hit mostly on top of her tongue, although a bit landed on her upper lip and into one of her nostrils. Lynette continued licking me, and I continued to spurt and spurt until I didn’t have any more to give.
Most of my semen was coating Lynette’s tongue like a white gooey paste, although some was starting to slip down in a big drip at the tip of her tongue.
Kristen saw that some of her precious seed was about to drip off, and she stopped playing with herself and moved quickly over to where Lynette was and threw herself on top of the cheerleader. The two girls locked their lips in a lovely embrace as Kristen took my sperm from Lynette’s mouth.
My erection didn’t die down. As the two girls continued kissing, I got up and moved behind Kristen and pointed my cock between Kristen’s legs. I quickly located Kristen’s cunt hole and eased myself inside Kristen. It went in smoothly and I got into my own rhythm as my dick moved in and out of Kristen’s warm chamber.
It took me longer to reach orgasm this time, but Kristen and Lynette kept each other on edge by slowly teasing each other. Kristen received the most orgasms, mostly because Lynette’s teasing of Kristen’s clitoris was enhanced by my continued thrusting into Kristen.
We got back from Chicago Sunday afternoon. Almost immediately, I headed into the music studio.
There was this bass line repeating in my head for a few days now.
“Dum dum dum da-da dum dum…”
Seven notes in three beats with a one beat rest.
I tried playing the beat on the upright, and it didn’t sound right.
The organ sounded the best with a deep bass. All D’s and ending on a lower A.
I was playing it over and over when Kristen walked in. “You didn’t have the DND light on.”
“Yeah. I’ve got this beat in my head. Listen.”
I played the bass line again, three times before dropping to an A7 bass line for the next time…
“That’s a standard bass riff,” Kristen said. She walked over to the stand where her bass guitar was. She quickly hooked it up to the mini-amplifier.
Dum dum dum da-da dum dum.
Kristen played that effortlessly.
“You’ve got it, Kris,” I said. “Is that from a song?”
“If so, it’s generic. It could be the bass line to anything.”
“Not rock,” I said. “This is just two chords. The D and then the A-A7.”
“That’s not the way you played it,” Kristen said. She started the bass line again. She started to shift to the A and I told her to wait, and she continued until I told her to change chords.
“Weird,” Kristen said. “No song that I can think of.”
“I wrote some music a couple of months ago for a band piece, but I’m thinking it should be a rock thing. It’s the same chord progression, except it was G and D7.”
Kristen looked at me. “A band piece?”
“Well, the bass line fits, but not the same key. I was thinking of a wind-horn thing, like Phil Spector’s wall of sound.”
“Do you have anything recorded?”
“Not yet. Just an idea right now. The rhythm is in my head. Then today, that bass line seemed natural to add.”
“I heard you doing the ‘dum dum’ thing last night.”
That embarrassed me. “Um, sorry, Kris…”
“Oh, don’t be worried. I knew what was going on in your head. Your music is how you relate to everything. I considered myself lucky to be thought of that way by you.”
“That’s not true!” I protested.
Kristen looked skeptical. “You don’t equate everything to music?”
“Not everything.”
Kristen changed the subject back. “OK. You have this bass line, and this horn backup. Do you have words?”
I shook my head. “The words are out of reach for me until I hear the music. The meter would be ‘dum dum da-da dum’ which would make a good counterpoint against the bass line.”
Kristen closed her eyes. “Dum dum da-da dum. There’s my Lynette doll!”
I laughed. “That fits, but it’s more like, ‘She’s a movie star…’”
We played together for hours trying to get the melody out of my head and into something tangible. Luckily, Kristen recorded a couple of our sessions so we would have something to work with later. I didn’t tell Kristen that once there was a song in my head, I could reproduce it at any time at will, since taping was always a good idea.
I woke up the next morning with Lynette in my arms. She was awake and hugging me.
“Good morning, Lynette!” I said, very tired and groggy.
“Kristen and you were in the studio all night,” Lynette said. “Kris said to make sure you got up in time for June to pick you up. Kris is going to skip one of her classes today at the community college to make sure she’s with you after school.”
“No! I want her to do her courses!”
“Relax, Oogie,” Lynette said, kissing me softly. “I have the same class and I’ll take notes. She says you’re working on a song, and you’re going to work with the people for your band you’re going to use at Puppy Dawg’s.”
I nodded, and remembered the marathon music session that the two of us did the night before. We tried variations on things, but I really needed a bunch of other players to get the right feel for the song.
Lynette physically dragged me out of bed and into the kitchen, where she fed me something that she whipped up specially for me that day: French toast wrapped around breakfast sausages.
I looked at the sandwich doubtfully, and shook my head. Somehow the sweetness of the French toast and the spiciness of the sausage didn’t seem as if it would be a combination that appealed to me.
Finally, Lynette shoved the package into my mouth, forcing me to bite down. The taste was actually quite good, so I made short work of the first one when Lynette brought me a second.
“No thirds, Oogie,” Lynette said, laughing. “Kristen’s orders.”
I was stuffed from the first two, and Lynette gave me an orange just as June arrived to pick me up so I would have something healthy to eat on my way in with June.
“You look like shit!” June said when she saw me.
“Late night.”
June gave a belly laugh. “I don’t know why I stick with you, Jim. You have two of the prettiest girls I know sleeping with you, and Sherry ready to rape you any day now.”