Kristen laughed. "You’re a out-and-out prude, Patrice. How dare you barge into my house and say such things?"
It took a few seconds for Patrice to answer. "I came here to warn you about the gossip that was flying around. But it appears to be true."
"Gossip?" I asked.
Patrice looked right through me. "First, you stand us up at the mall. Then you make those weird phone calls. And then I hear that you’re hanging around that girl there…" Patrice glared at Patty. "And two of her… friends… and this boy here."
"Not gossip," Kristen said, her anger rising. "All true. Wendy, Camille, and Patty and Jim here are very nice friends. And if you had any brains, you might want to join with us, instead of living a life thinking you’re better than everybody else, when in fact your life is just plain pitiful!"
All of us stared at Kristen after this outburst.
Kristen hugged me again, holding me real close. "Patrice, get the fuck out of here. And don’t talk to me again until you learn to be more civil. And if you cannot be civil, don’t bother talking to me ever again."
Patrice’s mouth hung open, not knowing what to say in response.
But Kristen wasn’t looking for a response. She called out, "Billy? Have Edgar show Miss Williams out. Now!"
Edgar arrived almost immediately, and escorted Patrice. He wasn’t too forceful, but he was adamant enough to let her know that her time at the Swift residence had come to an end.
After the door closed behind Patrice and Edgar, Kristen hugged me fiercely, and said, "Hold me, Jim. I need a friend right now."
"You have a friend," I assured my little blonde Goddess. "And Patty’s a friend. As well as Wendy and Camille, if you need them."
Kristen didn’t answer, but sobbed quietly on my shoulder for about ten minutes. I just hugged her back, and without being told, Patty moved to her other side and hugged her as well. I never felt so fucking helpless in my life.
Chapter 12
"Oy um a fock’n butch!"
Kristen looked at Patty and me, wide eyed. "So that’s what I looked like!"
We were in Kristen’s "play room" over the garage. Patty was mostly naked, and was holding my penis in my mouth while trying to say "I’m a fucking bitch."
For some reason, Patty kept on fantasizing on my humiliation of Kristen, and liked reenacting it, especially since she was doing it of her own free will, unlike when Kristen had been forced into doing it. Today, she was wearing a flimsy dress, and so, instead of being just topless as Kristen had been, she had stripped down to her panties. But the effect (to me, at least!) was mostly the same.
I admit that I felt a bit uncomfortable doing this in front of Kristen, though. I mean, with Patty, we all knew she was just play acting. But Kristen had been forced into that degrading situation when I had done it with her.
"Can I try?" Kristen asked.
If doing this in front of Kristen felt uncomfortable, I must admit that doing it WITH Kristen would be near impossible. I doubted that I would be able to retain an erection with the constant memory about how I almost ruined Kristen’s life.
I looked at Patty, who had gotten up from her knees and was smiling, as if she had expected Kristen’s request.
This was totally weird. I said, "I thought that this would be the last thing you’d ever want to do. I mean, isn’t this a bad memory?"
"Yes… but…" Kristen let her thought hang.
Patty interrupted. "Jim? I know you don’t think it’s a good idea, but I don’t think you should be worried."
"Hmmm?" I asked.
The red head looked at Kristen, as if to ask permission, and my blonde Goddess nodded her head. "I think it means something else now."
I think that I have mentioned before that I wasn’t the most sophisticated person in the world when it came to female matters, and this was a good example. I mean, why would a girl want to reenact something that must have been a horrible experience for her? Patty, for her part, had never indicated any desire to reenact the rape that seemed to have been the source of a lot of problems over the last year and a half of her life.
Patty tried to continue but apparently couldn’t find the words.
Kristen finally said, haltingly, "It was… I guess… humiliating… I agree. But it was also… the first time… I ever… you know… with you…"
I shook my head. What Kristen was trying to say seemed like convoluted logic to me. I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand females to my dying day.
Anyway, when faced with this decision, I ended up doing what any red-blooded American teenage heterosexual boy would do when faced with the opportunity to have one of the prettiest girls in the world offer to take his phallus into her mouth. "I guess so," I finally said.
Kristen pulled off her dress, and she was completely nude; she hadn’t put on any underclothes after she had dressed on our way out of the pool. She took my flaccid penis into her mouth, and started sucking. "Ummm um fummmummm bimm," she moaned.
Patty started giggling and I looked at Patty in confusion.
Still giggling, Patty said, "That’s changed! Kristen’s now forced to suck! She can’t just keep it in her mouth!" Patty was, of course, referring to the fact that as part of Kristen’s humiliation, I had made Kristen simply love the taste of my penis and my sperm… something that Kristen had specifically requested that I don’t change back, at least yet.
"Fumm yuuumm, tooom!" Kristen growled, continuing to suck, glaring at the red headed Patty. She flipped Patty the bird.
I giggled at Kristen’s reaction, and my dick suddenly started to get harder.
"Ummm um fummmummm bimm," Kristen repeated, continuing her play acting. The vibrations of her mouth combined with her sucking, which had gotten stronger as I got more erect, soon had me thrusting my crotch in an out of Kristen’s warm mouth.
Soon, Kristen was pulling my hips back and forth, holding me by my ass cheeks.
I was savoring the sensations I felt from Kristen, and Patty smiled at me. I pursed my lips at her, asking for a kiss, but Patty demurred.
Suddenly, my body went into shock. Something had invaded my ass sphincter! And then I realized that Kristen’s right hand had moved off my ass cheek and her index finger had invaded where "no man (or woman) had gone before!"
After the initial shock, it felt kind of neat, especially as the initial shock had pushed the head of my cock past the entrance of Kristen’s throat.
And then I remembered the length of Kristen’s professionally manicured nails… one of those was stuck in my ass?
I think I held my breath for three minutes after the realization that Kristen’s finger (and her nail!) had been plunged into my bowels.
So surprised was I about the anal intrusion, that I hadn’t realized that I was already shooting a load into Kristen’s eagerly sucking mouth.
My balls blasted into Kristen in an amount that surprised Kristen, as well as me. She started choking on my semen and it took a few seconds for me to realize that the spastic motions her head was making wasn’t for my pleasure but was a reflection of her distress.
I pulled out of Kristen’s warm mouth, and found that Patty had realized what was happening, and had come to her aid as well.
"I’m sorry," I said, as Kristen continued to cough. "I didn’t realize…"
"Ssh," said Patty, quietly.
The two of us were holding Kristen, whose coughing thankfully started subsiding.
Patty’s palm was rubbing Kristen’s back, and she said, "I never saw him thrust so deep before. It’s amazing you were able to swallow it!"
Kristen finally was able to breathe. "I… um… stuck my finger in his butt…"