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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional.  There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they are
not really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  Most of the characters in this story are
under aged.  However, the target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 27--Death of a Slave

        You think you lost your love,
        When I saw her yesterday.
        It's you she's thinking of
        And she told me what to say.
        She says she loves you
        And you know that can't be bad.
        Yes, she loves you
        And you know you should be glad. Ooh!
                -- She Loves You (The Beatles)


    June and I were laying in bed when I said, "What was
that?"

    "What was what?"

    "Nothing... I mean, I hear nothing.  I could hear squeals
from downstairs before, but everything is quiet."

    "Kris told me that she plans to take Merry to bed with
you.  She said it as if it was a given."

    "This is news to me."

    June frowned.  "I told Kristen that it might not be a
good idea, but she didn't seem to want to listen.  I then
told her that bringing Merry into bed with the two of you
would make about as much sense as Kristen bringing Sherry
into your bed."

    I nodded and smiled.  I didn't think that Merry's crush
on me was much like Sherry's, but then again, I hadn't really
had this discussion with her.  After the episode with June
and her mother and Merry's willing participation in it, I
wasn't exactly sure what to think.  I finally said what was
bothering me.  "You're just as bad, June."

    "Huh?"

    "You included Merry in your little game of punishment."

    June shook her head slowly, and softly said, "I was
trying to avoid a problem, Jim."

    "Avoid?  It looks like you dragged her head first into
it!"

    June looked at me for a few moments before answering.
"To tell you the truth, I think I was trying to scare her,
sort of the way that Kristen did with Marla."

    I nodded, unable to remain angry at June.  I had made
more than my own share of mistakes.  "I don't think you
succeeded.  You may have opened Pandora's box."

    June sighed.  She looked so cute that I hugged her, and
we hugged for a few minutes.  Finally, she said, "What I was
trying to tell you before is that I think that Kristen wants
to expand your sexual horizons whether you want it or not.
Lynette told me that Kristen instigated all the sexual stuff
at the villa a few weeks ago."

    I nodded.  Lynette hadn't told me, but I was able to
realize that things seemed to be working in a certain
direction that Kristen seemed to want.  I wasn't sure what to
make of the situation.  Kristen showed restraint when it came
to me ass fucking June, and due to that, I was willing to
make a promise to actually perform that act.  When I did,
however, it would be when I felt better about it.

    Intellectually, I realized that the girls in the communal
shower probably took liberties with Merry, but it was with
her consent.  If I allowed such decisions to be made by
myself a year ago, then Merry should have the same luxury,
although some chauvinistic part of me thought that things
should be different for girls--or at least Merry.

    As for whether or not I would actually engage in sexual
activity with Merry, I would make that decision when it came
up.  I had a feeling that Kristen would allow me to take it
at my own pace, and only prod me if I took too long to reach
the same conclusion that Kristen already reached.  There was
a part of me that might resent Kristen if she pushed me in a
direction that I had decided not to go, but this hadn't
happened yet so I decided it would be silly to get angry with
Kristen over this before it actually happened.

    I knew in my heart that there would probably be
boundaries that Kristen wouldn't have me cross.  Fucking
Archy in the ass--or, worse yet, having him do that to
me--would be something that I'd stand firm on avoiding.

    It occurred to me that I was laying in bed, completely
and utterly sexually sated by the lovable June, and I was
thinking of my lovely blonde Goddess.  Life was swell.

* * *

    I woke up as Kristen came into bed with me.  We didn't
make love, which was unusual, but I curled up behind her and
spooned with her as I rubbed her tits.  I fell asleep with
Kristen purring in front of me, and June snoring lightly
behind me.

    The next morning, I woke up to something that would
normally be a nightmare: June had my cock in her mouth and
she was in position to do one of her gargantuan numbers on
me.  I knew better than to complain, however.  Instead, I
just sighed.  "What a way to die!" I breathed.

    For some reason, June thought this was funny.
Unfortunately, she had my erection deep in her throat as she
started to laugh, and she started to choke.

    Kristen had to actually pull June off me.

    It took about four or five minutes for June to calm down.

    "Kristen?  Mistress?" June asked when she got her voice
back.

    "Yes?"

    "Next time, am I allowed to gag Jim?  I almost choked
just now!"

    Kristen just laughed.  "Maybe you shouldn't wake him up
that way."

    "You do."

    "It seems that I'm not as devastating as you are, June."

    "I'm not Cunt Whore?" June asked.

    Kristen shook her head.  "Archy is gone.  If Jim agrees,
I think we'd love to have you share our bed as a friend and
not as a servant."

    "Jim already suggested that," June said, softly.

    There were tears in her eyes.

    "What's wrong, June?" I asked, confused.

    "Nothing..." June sniffed, and then started crying.

    My cock wilted as June cried over me.  I looked at
Kristen and she shrugged at me.

    "I'm sorry," June said, brushing the tears from her eyes.

    "What's wrong?" I repeated.

    "I'm... fuck, fuck, fuck!" June cursed.  She took a few
minutes to try to compose herself.

    I pulled June upward so that her naked body was on mine.
"What's wrong, June?" I asked again.

    "How do you fucking do it?  Kristen said that you were
devastating, but she was wrong.  I have been with you for a
short period of time, taking everything you threw at me.  I
don't think I'm equipped to handle the two of you together."

    "So, maybe it's time to start some Goddess Stories," I
said.

    "Don't you fucking DARE!" Kristen cried.

    June laughed, but her tears were still on her face.

    "I'm sorry, June," I said, hugging the black cheerleader
as tight as I could.  "You are devastating yourself."

    June smiled.  "Archy says that."

    "You miss him, don't you?" I asked.

    "Yeah."

    "Let's just snuggle together.  The three of us," I
suggested.

    It must have worked.

* * *

    Patty, Kristen, June, and Lynette relived the Kneely Park
parties we had almost a year ago.  June and Lynette hadn't
been a part last year, but with Camille and Wendy on opposite
coasts and not in the Midwest where we lived, they made
adequate replacements.

    In the spirit of reliving things, we decided to do
nothing more than we did a year before.  That basically
limited everybody to relating a fantasy while masturbating.
It was fun, but mostly tame compared to the activities that
sometimes happened at the apartment.

    While we were at Kneely Park, June informed me that her
mother was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed
that I didn't really have any interest in ass fucking.  She
was no longer working up the courage to bind herself as June
did.  Patty hadn't heard about June's mother, and the three
other girls delighted her with the Oogie Stories about me
handling June's mother, and also about how June bound herself
to get punished, necessitating her mother to arrive,
completely nude, to provide the key to the handcuffs.

    "You know, Jim," Kristen pointed out, "I bet the keys to
my handcuffs would have worked."

    "You have handcuffs?" June asked, surprised.

    "Yeah.  I once harbored a desire to have Jim dominate me.
However, having Lynette and June over, I found that I prefer
being in charge."

    June and Lynette nodded.

    "Dominating people doesn't get me off that much," I said,
softly.  "I prefer snuggling and kissing and all that other
stuff.  One of my favorite surprises was when Kristen
revealed that she had a communal shower installed downstairs
next to the playroom during the Senior Weekend.  I think
we've gone through close to a hundred bars of soap since
then!"

    "Jim loves rubbing soap on women's breasts," Kristen
said, giggling, and Lynette and June agreed.

    "In the shower is the closest I can get to fucking June
with the least amount of danger," I said.  "The soap helps me
slide between her legs.  You should hear June howl when I do
that!"

    "June's a screamer," Lynette agreed.

    "I know," Patty said.  "Everybody heard her at the villa
in the shower room they had there."

    June blushed sweetly, but smiled.

* * *

    The next day, Jackie arrived at the gate.

    "Hey, Jackie," Kristen said on the intercom.  "What's up?"

    "I'd like to speak to you and Jim," Jackie answered.

    "Come on in," Kristen invited them.

    A few minutes later, Jackie drove what used to be
Camille's red Toyota into our parking lot and came into the
apartment.

    "What's up, Jackie," I said when Jackie arrived.

    "I need to ask you guys a favor."

    "Anything, Jackie," Kristen said.

    "It's about Merry's initiation.  She is the only
sophomore that made it this year."

    "Cool!  Merry must be so happy!" I said.

    "We haven't told her, yet.  I wanted to talk to you,
first.  I'd like to tell her tomorrow, though."

    "This is about Merry's initiation?" I repeated.

    "Yeah.  Lynette and June seem to think--well, they say
that they know--that Merry will choose you to accompany her
for her initiation.  There's no other guy in her life."

    I remembered Sherry's initiation last fall.  It was
mostly harmless.  "That's not a problem," I said.

    "It's not going to be same as last year, Jim.  That's why
I wanted to talk to you and Kris.  We only do the special
initiation for special cases, and when sophomores are
involved.  Last year, Camille said that if we went as far as
we usually do, you'd object, and Sherry would bail, so they
gave Sherry and me a special initiation that was quite tame.
None of the cheerleaders will accept that you're a prude this
year, Jim, and unfortunately, that includes Merry.  All of us
from last year know about Lynette and June.  Lynette also
told me that Merry wouldn't have a problem with the
initiation."

    I remembered that Lynette told me that Sherry's
initiation with me was a bit different and I earned a lot of
respect from the squad when they found out that I refused to
take advantage of Sherry when I was dressing her.

    "What's involved in the real initiation, or are you
allowed to tell us?" Kristen asked.

    "Jim's an honorary cheerleader, Kris."

    "Hey!" I said, almost insulted.

    "I mean that in a nice way.  All the cheerleaders sort of
adopted you, you know."

    I smiled.  "I know, Jackie."

    "Anyway, since I know that Kristen won't tell anybody..."
Jackie gave Kristen a questioning look.

    "No, Jackie!  I'd never tell!" Kristen actually crossed
her heart with her index finger.

    "Then I can tell the two of you the basics.  There's
nudity, as you already know.  All the cheerleaders will have
some time alone with Jim.  In addition, there will be some of
the boyfriends spending time with a partially nude Merry."

    "There's, what twenty people on the squad?" Kristen asked.

    "Eighteen and ten initiates."

    "How long does this take?" I asked.

    "At least two hours," Jackie answered.  "Usually two and
a half, but sometimes almost three."

    I looked at Kristen, who simply shrugged at me.

    I thought long and hard.  Mostly, I was worried about my
younger step-sister.  At one time or another, I snuggled with
most of the cheerleaders.  In addition, June, Sherry, and
Jackie were all very close friends who were on the squad.
"You said that Lynette said that Merry wouldn't mind?"

    Jackie nodded.

    "How do you keep things from getting out of hand?" I
asked.

    "The people not participating in any particular part will
be in the gym.  Merry will be in the boys' locker room, and
you will be in the girls' locker room.  In addition, there
are nine other girls being initiated.  They will all be in
the same room, and the guys that the cheerleaders bring are
all vouched for by the entire team."

    I nodded.  "So, if somebody goes too far, a simple
protest should suffice to bring in the cavalry."

    Jackie nodded as well.  "Yup."

    I said, "Well, if Kristen has no objection to me
participating..."

    "None whatsoever.  I know the Cheerleaders' Rules, and
Merry isn't a porcelain doll."

    "Then I guess I'll have no objection," I said.  "Just
make sure the guys know that she's fifteen, and won't be
sixteen until late next month."

    "That's great, Jim!" Jackie said, happily.  Just then,
Lynette walked into the apartment.  "Hey, Jackie!  What's
great?"

    "Hello, Lynette!" Jackie replied.

    Lynette looked questioningly at Kristen to find out if
she was on Pussy Slave duty.  As was usual at the apartment,
Lynette was nude.  Kristen simply signaled to Lynette that
her status as a slave on hold for now.

    Jackie hadn't seen the signal get passed, and answered
Lynette's question.  "I was discussing Merry's initiation
with Jim and Kris.  Jim said he'd wouldn't mind being Merry's
escort."

    "Merry made the team!  That's great!" Lynette clapped.
"She'll be so happy!" She paused and looked at me.  "Jim, the
squad's initiation most likely won't be like last year..."

    "I already told him.  I didn't go into details, but I
gave him a general run through."

    Lynette nodded.

    "Do they still have you running around here nude?" Jackie
asked.

    Lynette shrugged.  "I hardly ever think about it, except
when I have to get dressed to leave.  Clothes sometimes get
in the way."

    Jackie shook her head.  "I still think it would be weird.
I could easily see my cousin doing something like that."

    "Try it some weekend," Lynette suggested.

    "Try going nude for a weekend?"

    "Oh, I think that Kristen and Jim would allow, maybe, a
Junior Pussy Slave for just a weekend..."

    Jackie laughed.  "No, thanks.  I've talked with Cammy,
and she says that this place is devastating!  That's a lot,
coming from her!"

    "June does it occasionally, and she doesn't seem
devastated."

    Jackie shrugged.  "I'm not like that."

    "You can't find better people than Jim and Kristen."
Lynette looked at Kristen and me, and added quickly, "I'm
sorry, Jim, Kristen.  I shouldn't be talking about you like
that."

    "No offense taken," Kristen assured Lynette.

    "I just don't think that Kristen and I actually need to
create a harem," I added.

    Everybody laughed.

    Lynette smiled.  "Maybe the squad could hold a party
here, clothing optional."

    Jackie shook her head.  "I think the older ones could
handle it.  We don't even know what the new ones will do
during the initiation."

    "Huh?" I asked, confused.

    "Some of them get spooked, Jim," Lynette explained.

    "What happens then?"

    Jackie was about to answer, but Lynette stopped her.
"You'll have to see at the initiation.  Jackie may have told
you too much already, but I understand why she did.  Let the
squad have their secrets, Jim."

    I smiled, not insulted at all.  "I understand."

    There was a pause in the conversation, since Jackie
achieved her objective that she wanted when she came over.
Kristen noticed this and said, "Anybody for a game of pool?"

    I actually enjoyed playing with Lynette, since we both
played at similar levels.  Kristen was better than either of
us, but I don't think that any of us saw Jackie play.  We
were still leery of pool hustlers with the last name
"Lombardi."

    "I'll play," Jackie smiled.

    "I'd rather just hang around up here, Kris, unless you
really need a fourth," Lynette said.

    "I'll stay up here and keep Lynette happy," I said.

    Kristen looked at me for a moment and then smiled.  "All
right, Jim."

    Jackie and Kristen left the apartment to go downstairs.

    Lynette gave me a smile.  "The cheerleaders have a great
friend in you."

    I shrugged.  "Jackie said that you told her that Merry
wouldn't have a problem with the initiation."

    "That's right."

    "OK.  I like hearing from you instead of second hand," I
said.  "Not that I think that Jackie would lie to me."

    Lynette nodded.

    During the two weeks that Kristen was gone, Lynette and I
grew closer together.  She wasn't going to be replacing
Kristen for my main affections, but I started to understand
her better.

    "Why did you turn down a game of pool?" I asked.

    "I had a feeling that Kristen will try to get Jackie into
the shower down there.  I... I sometimes think that she's
going to get bored of me."

    "Bored of you?" I asked, truly surprised.

    Lynette shrugged.  "Kristen tells you she loves you every
day.  She sometimes tells me, but not very often."

    I smiled.  "She loves you very much, Lynette.  I think
Kris tells me so often because she's scared shitless that I
might find somebody else."

    Lynette said, "Kris has a weird way of showing that.  She
throws women at you.  I bet you that Jackie will share your
bed tonight.  I'll be in the spare bedroom."

    I shook my head.  "I'll take that bet."

    Lynette came over to me and kissed me tenderly.

    We were interrupted by the intercom.  "Miss Swift?"

    "Kris is in the billiard room, Wally.  Is somebody at the
gate?" We decided to rename the game room to the "billiard
room," because the security people sometimes called it a
"pool room" getting us confused with the Solarium in the main
house.

    "Patty Nadal.  Just calling to let you guys know.  She's
on the regular guest list."

    "I'll let her know," I assured Wally.

    "Thanks, Jim!"

    Since Lynette was closer to the intercom button, she
pressed it and said, "Patty has just arrived, Kris."

    Kristen's voice answered.  "Thank you, Lynette.  Let me
know if we should come upstairs."

    From the sound of Kristen's voice, I could tell that she
was beating Jackie on the pool table.  I wondered when she'd
start having Jackie bet her clothes.  As I thought that, I
realized that Lynette was quite accurate about Kristen's
intentions downstairs.  I still didn't have any intention of
losing my bet.

    I turned to Lynette.  "Did Kristen ever tell you how to
cook that r^ssti dish that she learned about in Europe?"

    "No, but I know the dish," Lynette answered.

    "You can cook it?"

    "Of course."

    "I think Kris has some porterhouses in the fridge.  They
would go together, right?"

    Lynette laughed.  "Do you plan on burning steaks?"

    My cooking abilities were the subject of a running joke
in the household, despite the fact that I rarely burned
anything except when people interrupted me when I was making
popcorn.  "What would go with the r^ssti, then?"

    "It's a Swiss dish," Lynette said.

    "Not Austrian?" I asked.

    "Swiss," Lynette said firmly.

    "All right.  What else is Swiss?  Only thing I can think
of is cheese."

    Lynette shook her head.  "Most anything German or French.
Schnitzel?"

    "Ooh," I said.  "I had one at the Berghoff with mushroom
gravy!"

    "J0/00gerschnitzel," Lynette said.

    "You seem to know the cuisine very well."

    Lynette shrugged.  "My Nana emigrated from Germany.  My
mom taught me the recipes."

    "Can we make that?"

    Lynette squinted her eyes, thinking.  "I don't think we
have veal cutlets."

    "That shouldn't be a problem," I said.  I went over to
the intercom and buzzed the main house.  Harry answered.

    "Do you have veal cutlets at the main house?" I asked.

    Harry answered, "I'd have to see.  It's not on the menu
for tonight.  Can you wait a moment?"

    "Of course," I said.

    After about a minute, Harry came back.  "I'm sorry.  No
veal."

    Before I could ask Lynette, she answered me.  "Ask for
pork cutlets."

    "How about pork cutlets?" I said to Harry.

    "One second..." There was a slight pause and then, "We
have a pork tenderloin."

    I turned to Lynette, who nodded.  I asked Lynette, "What
else do we need?"

    "Are you going for American or German?" Lynette asked.

    "Huh?"

    "In America, it would be a burgundy gravy with mushrooms.
In Germany, it's a cream-based gravy with wild mushrooms."

    I went back to the intercom.  "Any wild mushrooms?"

    There was a pause.  "Portobello and those white ones.
None wild."

    I looked at Lynette, the expert.  She said "Portobello."

    "How many?" I asked.

    "Half a pound."

    "How much pork?"

    "Two pounds."

    "Anything else?"

    "The kitchen has everything else."

    "Can you spare half a pound of the Portobellos and two
pounds of pork loin?" I asked Harry.

    "No problem, Jim."

    "I'll run over."

    "We'll have your ingredients ready."

    I clicked off and gave Lynette a big hug.  Lynette walked
toward our kitchen to start putting things together.

    As soon as I got to the door of the main house, Harry
opened the door carrying a platter with a couple of pork
tenderloins as well as some rather huge brown mushrooms.  I
hoped that Lynette knew what she was doing, but I knew that
she was an excellent cook.

    When I got back to the house, Lynette assembled most of
the ingredients that she needed.  She was wearing an apron,
as she was going to be frying (sauteing, Lynette would
correct me).

    Lynette cut the meat, and then took a hammer-shaped meat
tenderizer and pounded the loin and created beautiful pork
cutlets.  She told me to season the cutlets and then dip them
in beaten eggs and dredge them in flour.  There was a pan on
the stove and she added some oil and instructed me to cook
the cutlets two at a time.

    Meanwhile, Lynette got out another pan on a different
burner, and I watched her grate some potatoes for the r^ssti.

    "Think the Weiner Schnitzel is ready to turn?" I asked.

    "Schweineschnitzel," Lynette corrected me.

    "Huh?"

    "That's what it's called when it's pork."

    "Are they ready to turn?"

    Lynette lifted an edge of one of the cutlets with a fork.
"Give it another couple of minutes."

    The two of us worked together, with me taking all the
cues from Lynette.  When the first couple of cutlets were
done, Lynette told me to put them in the convection oven on
the "warm" setting, and then I did the second pair.

    Lynette finished the r^ssti and it was in the warming
oven.  Meanwhile, she adjusted a pot that had string beans in
boiling water.  "You might want to let those two love birds
know that supper is ready."

    "You're going to lose your bet tonight, Lynette.  I
promise you a fun night!"

    Lynette looked at me and gave me a soft smile.
"Sometimes, I forget who you are, Jim.  Just a few moments
ago, I was thinking of you like Danny." Lynette was referring
to her younger brother.  "You're not just the boyfriend of my
girlfriend, but you're Oogie."

    I rolled my eyes.  "Please, Lynette.  I'm not that
wonderful person that people talk about.  If you knew some of
the deep dark secrets that I hide, you'd find it difficult to
like me."

    "I know you have secrets," Lynette said.  "You told them
to Kris, Cammy, and others, right?"

    "Patty," I added, suddenly wondering why we hadn't heard
from her after she arrived on the property.

    "Those people still love you."

    "Yeah.  I'm just not perfect, though."

    "I love you."

    I looked at Lynette.  "You love Kristen."

    "The human heart is big enough to love more than just
another person."

    I remembered having almost the same conversation in
reverse before with Camille.

    "You know, Lynette, I truly love you, too."

    The two of us hugged for a moment.

    "Since you're not Pussy Slave tonight, could you do me a
favor?"

    "What?"

    "I bought some lingerie from Kristen's catalogs a few
months ago.  Since you and Kris are the same size, I'd like
to see you in a particular set."

    Lynette's eyebrows raised.  "I couldn't wear something
you bought for Kris."

    "No," I said, truthfully.  "I bought them because they
appealed to me.  Kris wrote out the check without even
looking at what I ordered.  I did buy a special pair for
Patty for her birthday in November."

    "Why do you want me to wear clothes?" Lynette asked.

    I smiled wickedly.  "Wearing lingerie can make you seem
even more naked than going nude, Lynette."

    Lynette laughed.  "Why don't you show me what you bought?"

    As I hoped, Lynette loved the set.  It consisted of a
pair of pink panties and a matching camisole.

    "You're right," Lynette said when she saw my selection.
"These would make me look more naked."

    "You are my date tonight," I said.

    Once again, Lynette's eyebrows raised.

    "I don't want Kristen to take our love for granted."

    "Don't hurt her, Jim," Lynette requested.

    "I won't," I promised.

* * *

    I went to the apartment intercom and put it on public
address.  I knew that Kristen and Jackie were most likely in
the shower downstairs, but didn't want to search for them.
"Dinner's ready," I announced.

    It took about two minutes before I got a response.
"We'll be upstairs in five minutes."

    I looked at Lynette and she signaled me that our meal
could continue warming without any damage.  "That sounds
cool.  Is Patty down there?"

    "Patty needed to leave for Roman's.  She just wanted a
few moments' help on something."

    "Oh," I said.  If the Schnitzel we prepared was anywhere
near as good as it smelled, I'd easily have that fifth plate
eaten without having any waste.

    "I need to blow dry my hair," Kristen added.

    Lynette gave me an "I told you so!" look when she heard
that.

    "Take your time.  Things are in the convection oven," I
said.  "Invite Jackie up, too.  There was enough for Patty; I
didn't know that she left for Roman's."

    "OK," Kristen said.

    I saw Lynette going through a few emotional reactions
from Kristen's words.

    I decided to change the subject.  "Lynette, June once
asked me a very personal question."

    "She's probably asked you quite a few," Lynette said.

    "June wants me to do her anally."

    Lynette didn't seem surprised.  She just nodded.

    "I told her that you said that you were experienced, and
that..."

    "June told me," Lynette said, softly.

    "What did you tell her?" I asked.

    "I don't think I deserve to be your first that way."

    "I can't think of anybody I'd prefer, as long as you can
tell me honestly that you would enjoy it."

    Lynette looked at me.  "I'd only enjoy it with you."

    The two of us stared at each other for a long time.  Much
longer than the five minutes that Kristen said.

    "Will you trust me?" I asked Lynette.

    "I trust you implicitly."

    "No," I said.  "Will you trust me, even if you think I
might start to act like an asshole?"

    Lynette didn't give me an immediate answer.

    "Lynette, I intend on doing something a bit outrageous.
I would like you to trust me."

    "Is it the kind of thing that would make June want to
leave you?" Lynette asked, softly.

    "Yes," I admitted.  "Maybe not, if I asked her permission
in advance, though."

    "You're asking in advance?"

    "Yes."

    "I will trust you."

* * *

    Fifteen minutes after I last used the intercom, a naked
Kristen and an equally naked Jackie came upstairs.  Both of
them expressed shock at the lingerie that Lynette was
wearing.  It was material only in an academic sense.  I had
gotten intrigued in this particular design when I was
drooling over Kristen's catalog.  It was sort of reverse
lingerie, in that the "naughty bits" where most lingerie were
opaque for modesty purposes were nearly transparent in this
outfit.  The not-so-naughty bits were completely covered.

    The total effect of Lynette's lingerie was to make her
even more obviously nude than the other girls that were
completely nude.

    I have wondered over the years why that particular outfit
was so erotic to me.  After all, it hid more than it
displayed, despite the fact that what it displayed was much
more personal than what it managed to hide.  I've since seen
other people wear similar outfits, but the experience of
seeing it on Lynette that first time filled me with such lust
and desire that it was a wonder that I hadn't just thrown her
on the floor and fucked her silly.

    Kristen looked oddly at me after she managed to stop
gaping at Lynette.  I just gave her a mild smile, and I think
it was at that moment that Kristen realized that something
was up.

    "We have Schweineschnitzel with a J0/00gerschnitzel sauce,"
Lynette said, realizing that she had everybody's undivided
attention as she walked back and forth between the dining
room and the kitchen, wiggling her ass just a bit more than I
had ever seen her do previously.

    Lynette brought a plate for me and herself.  As she
served me, she gave me a big kiss after she put my plate in
front of me.

    "This outfit is so nice!" Lynette squealed.

    "I'm glad you like it," I said.

    I saw Kristen and Jackie look at each other, wondering
what had happened up here.

    I took my first bite of the schnitzel.  It was gloriously
decadent, an orgy of sensations dancing on my taste buds.
The r^ssti was seasoned perfectly to my taste and the sauce
for the meat actually enhanced the potato dish nicely.  I
even liked the string beans!

    Kristen obviously enjoyed the meal, as I saw her close
her eyes in pleasure as she ate.  Jackie was completely
confused, Kristen's seduction of her having been interrupted
by Lynette's lingerie and the wonderful food we had created.

    (Yes, I know that the "we" part was stretching things,
but the meal had been my idea, starting with the r^ssti.)

    After dinner, Lynette got up and cleared the table.  She
had done this so often that Kristen didn't react to this at
all, even though she was still a bit suspicious about what
Lynette and I were up to.

    When I heard the dishwasher start, Lynette came back into
the dining room.  I immediately got up and took her arm, and
led her toward the master bedroom.  "If you'll excuse us," I
said over my shoulder as I left the dining room.

    "Remember to trust me," I whispered to Lynette after we
were out of the other two girls' sight.

    "Kristen's ready to go ballistic," Lynette said.  "I hope
you know what you're doing."

    "I'm being a friend to Kristen's lover," I said, kissing
Lynette on the lips.

    "Kristen won't see it that way." Lynette sighed.

    I had Lynette lay down on the king sized bed, and I went
into Kristen's lingerie drawer and found the four pairs of
handcuffs that Kristen now had in there.

    Lynette's eyes showed surprise at the handcuffs.

    "Trust me," I asked, once again.

    "I trust you."

* * *

    Kristen finally got the nerve to barge into the master
bedroom.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she
demanded.

    Before I could answer, Kristen gasped, seeing Lynette
spread eagle on the bed face down with four pairs of
handcuffs binding her to the bed.

    "What the fuck are you doing?" Kristen demanded.

    I looked at Kristen dismissively, and said, softly.
"Play with your toy.  I've found a use for your discards."

    I noticed Lynette suck in air as I said that.  I knew
that my words were cruel, but I wasn't trying to insult
Lynette.  I was trying to get through to Kristen.

    "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Kristen demanded.

    I took a deep breath.  I was going to have to move into
Big Asshole territory to pull this off properly.  "The last
time I looked, my dear Goddess, I was the fucking person that
has the deed to this apartment." As I said each word, it took
quite a lot of effort to continue.  "As the master of this
household, I'm spending the night with Lynette, who was the
mastermind behind a most wonderful dinner that you didn't
even bother to compliment tonight."

    "What the..."

    "Shut up!" I demanded.  "I will spend the night with
Lynette.  You can take your new toy to the spare bedroom.
Tomorrow morning, Lynette will let me take her ass.  If you
want, I will allow you to come in afterward and suck all my
sperm out of it.  If you kiss Lynette's ass, and I'll forgive
you.  For now... GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

    Kristen looked at me, her mouth hanging wide open.  There
were tears in her eyes, and I compared myself to Hitler,
Charles Manson, and the guy that invented disco.  It took
everything for me not to just hug her in my arms.

    Kristen may have seen some lenience in my eyes, but to
her own benefit, I have to admit that she left the room.

    "You may have gone too far," Lynette whispered when she
knew that Kristen wasn't around.  "I don't feel like a
discard."

    "You don't?" I asked, boring my eyes into Lynette's soul.

    "Maybe I do," Lynette softly said.

    "Lynette," I said, "I told you that I loved you.  I don't
know your definition of the word, but mine requires respect.
I respect you and you respect me.  It took us months to get
to the point where we could truthfully say that we love each
other.  I think Kristen has shown you an amazing lack of
respect."

    "How do you do it?" Lynette asked.

    "Don't fuck it up, Lynette," I warned her.  "Only virgins
ask me that."

    Despite all the emotions going through Lynette, she
laughed.

    I looked at Lynette, still tied to the bed, and asked,
"Should I unlatch the handcuffs?"

    "Not until you take my ass."

    "Do you think you'll be comfortable all night?  I told
Kristen I'd take your ass tomorrow morning."

    Lynette said, "What if you take off two of the handcuffs?"

    I unlocked the two cuffs on her left side, which made her
able to move quite a bit more than she could when she was
completely bound.

    "Let's just cuddle, Lynette.  I love you, but let's not
take it too quickly."

    Lynette didn't answer.  She sighed in my arms, and soon
she fell asleep.

* * *

    I woke up with somebody giving me a wonderful hand job.
There was a smell of perfume, and it wasn't Kristen's, and
when I opened my eyes, Lynette was completely unbound, and
squiring a clear bottle that said "Baby Oil" on it onto my
cock.

    "What are you doing?" I asked, sleepily.

    "Getting you lubed up," Lynette answered.  "You're a bit
bigger than any of the other guys that took my back door,
Jim."

    "Flatterer!" I giggled.

    "You may have gone overboard last night with Kristen,"
Lynette said.

    "She went overboard.  You were right, Lynette.  What she
did with Jackie was callous toward you.  It would be one
thing if she was treating you as Pussy Slave."

    Lynette nodded.  "Pussy Slave is dead.  Kristen's price
is too high."

    "I don't want to hurt you like that, Lynette.  Can't I
just have a friend?"

    Lynette sighed.  "June's right.  You are devastating."

    "I'm no such thing.  I'm a fucking sixteen year old..."

    "Who will be all the more fucking devastating next month
when you're seventeen!"

    I watched Lynette continue to caress my cock with her two
warm hands slipping and sliding on it.  "You're going to need
to lube your fingers and stick them in my ass," Lynette told
me.  "I know how to ease up, although June won't."

    "Lynette," I said, softly.  "You're devastating yourself.
You are getting me ready to take your ass, just so I can take
June's."

    "And her mother's."

    I sighed.  "Yeah.  Add some more stress to my life."

    Lynette didn't answer, but kissed me full on the lips.
When she broke it off, she said, "You are your best under
stress."

    "I wasn't when Kristen was gone for two weeks."

    "Cammy called me.  Kristen was worse than you.  Just
nobody tells those Goddess Stories!"

    "I think those are two words that would make her puke."

    "You really don't like hearing them about you, do you?"

    I shook my head.  "The basic theme is that I'm put into a
situation where I cannot react any way except make a choice.
I always make the worst choice, but then things work out."

    "Most people never realize they make the bad choices
until it is too late," Lynette pointed out.  "That's what
make your stories so special."

    I shook my head.  "It always seems that I make them too
late."

    "How about when June's mom showed up that first time?"

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "She came over at the worst time for you," Lynette said.
"That asshole Reggie hit you in class and you ran out and
started taking things out in the music room.  Your teacher
sent you home, and you knew that night that June's mom would
be coming over.  To anybody else, they would have crumbled.
You, however, drew strength."

    I shook my head.  "I just realized that June's mom was
powerless to do anything about me."

    "I know guys in twelfth grade, even college students,
that would have crumbled in that situation.  Think about it,
she heard you call her daughter a whore."

    "June called herself that.  I rarely called her that."

    Lynette sighed.  "You are such a piece of work.  Are you
going to take my ass or not?"

    "Lynette, I really need a friend.  I have Patty, but I
see you more than I see her.  I used to have Camille, but
she's with Will now.  I need somebody like you, willing to
love me and Kristen, but keep me grounded."

    "I'll be all that for you and more," Lynette promised.

    "I don't want more, Lynette."

    Lynette wiggled her ass seductively.  "Please stick your
fingers in my ass, Oogie.  Let me get used to the feeling
again."

    I finally did it.  Very tentatively, I slid my index
finger into the pucker of Lynette's ass.

    "Hmm," Lynette moaned.  "Do it again, slowly like that."

    I let Lynette set her own pace.  After a couple of
minutes, I was directed to insert two fingers, and then
three.  At the same time, Lynette had resumed her stroking my
erection, getting me hard.

    Finally, we got to the point where Lynette asked me to do
the deed.  I positioned my hard cock on the entrance to her
asshole.  "Are you sure?" I asked, giving Lynette a last
chance.

    "Jim, do it.  Please!"

    I slowly pressed into Lynette.  I felt resistance, but a
slightly harder push got me to the point where the crown of
my dick felt her asshole widen to accommodate my girth.

    Slowly, I eased my cock further, feeling resistance all
the way.  Lynette's ass wasn't trying to reject me, but I
knew that it wouldn't be the slick and slippery access that a
woman's cunt tended to give.

    "Hmm," Lynette moaned, giving me no sign of distress or
even discomfort as a reason to stop.

    Fucking a girl in the ass is a whole different experience
than doing it the normal way.  My biggest objection was my
normal objection to any rear entry position: I preferred to
see my partner's face as we worked together.  Instead,
Lynette had her head turned so she was lying on the left side
of her face, allowing me to lick her earlobes and brush my
lips against hers.  I remembered how such licking was able to
drive me crazy!

    Previously, when ass fucking was just being discussed,
Camille told me that there wasn't any particular nerves that
were stimulated in a girl simply by moving your cock in and
out of her ass.  Clitoral stimulation with fingers helped,
and Camille suggested that a girl shouldn't be too
embarrassed to frig herself as a guy pounded into her ass.

    I liked Lynette very much, and I figured that if she was
doing this to help me achieve pleasure, then I should at
least fondle her pussy and make the experience as much a
pleasure for her as well.  I knew from what Kristen and my
other female friends had told me, as well as from my own
experience, that having somebody fondle your sexual organs
was much superior to doing it yourself.

    I also knew that Lynette, like most of the girls I slept
with, loved it when I licked and whispered into her ears as
she was being stimulated, so I had just naturally added that
into the mix.

    As a result, it was obvious that Lynette was actually
enjoying the experience, and she was actually moving her hips
up and down, although I couldn't tell if she was doing it to
increase the stimulation on my penis or the stimulation on
her clitoris, and I didn't care, because it was obvious that
we were both enjoying it together.

    It took more than a few in and out thrusts before I
reached total insertion.  It was as if getting in so far
would make it easier the next time to get to that same point,
so that each time, I'd get deeper and deeper until I finally
achieved total penetration.

    When I was as deep as my shaft could manage, I held
myself in Lynette's ass.

    After a few moments with my body matching Lynette's up
and down motions, keeping my dick firmly embedded within her,
Lynette finally sighed.  "I feel so full, Oogie."

    "It doesn't hurt?" I asked.

    "It told you, I've done it before, but not in about six
months or so," Lynette said.  "Even so, I think you've gotten
in deeper than any other boy managed.  It doesn't hurt, but
it feels very... full."

    "You are a sweet and lovable girl, Lynette," I said,
finally starting to pull my dick out in anticipation of
starting another thrust inward.  "You will make somebody very
happy."

    Lynette didn't answer me, but I swear that I heard her
sniff a bit.  I wasn't as attuned to Lynette as I was to
Kristen, so I didn't know what she was feeling.  Despite
this, she continued moving her ass up and down.  I decided to
allow Lynette to now dictate the tempo, and simply kept my
body stationary as Lynette's movements slipped my dick in and
out.  Her movements started getting faster as her breathing
indicated that she was approaching her orgasm.

    Knowing that Lynette was getting off spurred my own body
into sexual overdrive.  I started spurting my seed into
Lynette's bowels with a final thrust.

    When I was done, I saw a tear in Lynette's eye.

    "Did I hurt you, my love?" I asked, softly.

    "No, Oogie.  I..." Lynette started, but she stopped.

    As I said, I wasn't an expert on Lynette's moods, but
from my experiences with her during Kristen's trip to Boston,
I knew that her crying wasn't external pain, but a pain in
her heart.

    I kissed Lynette's face, licking her tears away.  "I love
you, Lynette."

    "I know, Oogie.  Thanks for being such a loving friend."

    "Lynette, I'm going to clean up.  I'll be right back."

    I went into the bathroom to wash my dick.  I was
surprised when I looked at it; I had expected it to be filthy
and covered in shit, but that wasn't the case at all.  Still,
I wanted to make myself more sanitary.

    It didn't take long to clean myself, and afterward, I
exited the bathroom, and took a pair of handcuffs from the
night stand, and walked out of the bedroom.

    I quietly opened the spare bedroom door.  I was surprised
to see Kristen in the bed, alone.  She was awake.  "Jim?" she
called out.

    "Yeah, it's me.  Mr. Asshole."

    "I'm sorry for last night."

    "You hurt me by hurting Lynette, Kris.  You cannot
apologize to me for that.  There's somebody else you need to
apologize to."

    "I know." Kristen looked as if she had the worst night of
her life.  There were dark circles under her eyes, and it was
obvious that she cried herself to sleep.  I didn't have it in
my heart to remain angry with her, but I couldn't allow
myself to sit back and say nothing when a dear friend of mine
was hurting so terribly.

    "Will you kiss me?" Kristen asked.

    "Come over here."

    Kristen knew by the tone of my voice that my answer
wasn't an affirmative response to her request.  Still, she
came over.

    Instead of kissing Kristen, I put one of the handcuffs on
one of her wrists.

    Kristen looked up at me in surprise.  There was a cool
determination in my eyes, and Kristen shivered in response.

    I received absolutely no opposition as I put Kristen's
arms behind her back as I cuffed her other hand.  "You need
to apologize to Lynette.  You told me a few months ago that
when I call you slave that you'll be my slave.  Well, I'm
going to call you Pussy Slave today.  You will remain cuffed
until you manage to get your mistress to forgive you."

    "Mistress?" Kristen asked.

    "Lynette is your mistress today.  I'd recommend that you
kiss her ass, literally, as you will find your morning fix in
it."

    Kristen nodded quietly, and allowed me to lead her to the
master bedroom.  I had her stand outside as I went inside the
room.

    "Lynette?" I called out quietly.

    "Yeah?" Lynette sniffed.

    "I have somebody outside.  You were right, Lynette.  You
are no longer Pussy Slave.  I have the new Pussy Slave
outside and she wants to apologize to her Mistress."

    "Mistress?" Lynette asked.

    "I have one request to make of you.  We both love
Kristen, but she needs to be punished.  I'm not asking for
whips and chains, or bruises or scars.  Paddle her fanny;
make her show you how much she's sorry.  I'm going to go
downstairs to practice in the music room and maybe shoot some
pool.  I'm going to see if I can get Jackie or Patty to drive
me home to spend some time with my sister."

    "Jim?"

    "What?"

    "Your sister?"

    "Yeah.  I don't spend enough time with her, and I want to
be around when Jackie gives her the good news."

    "You called her your sister," Lynette pointed out.

    "Yeah?"

    "Merry told me you always qualify your relationship with
her and her father."

    I thought about what I had just said.  I hadn't realized
what I had implied.  I smiled.  "Yeah, Lynette.  She's my
sister.  Not my kid sister, not my step-sister." I didn't
realize until that moment how observant Lynette was.

    Lynette didn't say anything in response, although she
smiled.

    I bent down and kissed Lynette warmly.  It was a long
kiss.

    I went into the dresser and got an old pair of jeans and
a faded T-shirt that I had managed to hide from Kristen's
fashion sense, and also grabbed a pair of boxers, socks, and
my sneakers.

    I rolled my clothes up and left the room, and as I opened
the door, Lynette blew me another kiss.

    Kristen was still waiting, a look of uncertainty on her
face.

    "Your mistress awaits you," I said.

    Kristen merely nodded and started to enter the room.

    Before she did, however, I reached out with my free hand
and grabbed her tit closest to me.  Kristen almost cried out
in surprise.  I moved over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Give me a call later.  I prefer having you as a lover."

    I received a half smile from Kristen, but her eyes were
flowing with tears in her eyes, not knowing what awaited her
in the master bedroom, but realizing that I would not be a
part of it.

    What was going through Kristen's mind?  The fact that I
insinuated that I didn't consider her my lover at this point
was most likely foremost on her mind, but she must also have
been thinking of the outrageous things that she had Lynette
do since she took advantage of Lynette during the Senior
Weekend.

    I finally realized that Kristen may have had good
intentions, but what she had done to Lynette was not the same
as what I had ever done to June.

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