Chapter Seven: Anal Play as Promised
True to form, Adam had managed to land himself a date that first Saturday night of Sophomore year. Although Kristy had "given Adam her pussy" the previous Sunday, she didn't expect him to be equally exclusive to her.
In a discussion that Monday over dinner, Kristy explained, "Adam, as we discussed over the phone this summer, we both recognize you are non-monogamous. I'd never expect you not to date and fuck other girls. I think as the saying goes, you're God's gift to women. So, I like the idea of as many women as possible experiencing your cock."
He smiled smugly, "And my cock wants to experience as many pussies as possible."
"And your cock deserves that," she smiled back. "But neither of us wants an STD or baby drama, so I do expect you to honor our agreement to always wear condoms with girls who aren't exclusive to you."
"Of course," he replied. "You're my main girl. I'm always going to make sure you get your needs met since Mike couldn't even if we let him try."
"I appreciate that," she laughed. "I was thinking we should have a date night schedule so I get your cock in my pussy regularly and you know exactly which days you're free to fuck other girls."
"Sounds good," he agreed. "What days did you have in mind?"
"Well, I've been thinking about this," she began explaining her plan. "Michael has already agreed to prepare you and me a romantic dinner and serve as our waiter every Sunday. I will also have him put fresh sheets on our bed and light candles in there. Then we'll fuck in front of him and have him assist in any way we want.
Wednesday, you and I will fuck on the couch or kitchen table or out in public or somewhere other than our bedrooms. Michael will again be allowed to watch and serve.
Friday, you and I should go out on a date somewhere. Then, we'll come home and fuck in your room. Michael will not be included in any of it.
Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday you can date or fuck other girls as you please. If it doesn't happen, you can come back here and use my mouth as you please.
Saturdays, I'm going to spend with Michael as HIS girlfriend. I will not be fucking or sucking you. And that's for your benefit as well as his. That will be the easiest night to get a date and I want to make sure you have a good incentive to do so. I know you wouldn't want to have to go almost two whole days without emptying those balls."
Having not "emptied" my balls in almost two whole months, I couldn't help but laugh. They both gave me a dirty look and went back to pretending I wasn't there.
"Oh, I'll be getting stray or a side piece every Saturday," he bragged. "Looks like you got the rest all planned out. I like the way your brain works. There was one thing you forgot, though. How about Saturday before you alls girl's night, you and I go to the gym and Mike stays here, cleans up my room, does my laundry, and puts some clean sheets on my bed?"
"Oh fuck yeah!" she moaned. "I love that! Michael washing the sheets you soiled the night before with a girl who'd never give him pussy and putting on clean sheets so you can fuck a different girl who'd never give him pussy."
They both laughed and I smiled.
Adam looked at me shaking his head, "Damn dude, that pussyfree thing must really suck."
"Actually, I kinda like it," I retorted very turned on by the whole conversation.
"Better you than me," he replied still shaking his head.
"Well, duh," I mocked in a silly voice, "I don't think you'd find a pussy on Earth who'd disagree with you there, sonny."
And we all laughed.
On Saturday, I eagerly did my chores. I still hadn't been allowed to orgasm since July 4th and was hoping this would finally be the night my balls would be relieved of this constant dull ache.
Kristy came back that afternoon with a large brown bag and asked me, "Have you eaten lunch?"
I shook my head.
"Good, then don't," she ordered before taking the bag back to the bedroom.
I gave her a massage, then we watched tv, hung out, and chatted until dinner time. She instructed me on exactly what she wanted and told me to prepare just enough for her. Then, she picked up the phone and called a friend of hers while I went into the kitchen.
By this point, I hadn't eaten all day and was starving. And now I was pretty sure I'd have to watch her eat with my stomach grumbling. I wondered if fasting and food deprivation was something she read about using to train a submissive.
A week after we parted for that past summer, Kristy called me up. In the course of the conversation, she asked, "So how many times have you jacked off since you got home?"
I thought about it and answered, "Three. And I did it in the toilet and was thinking about you each time. How about you?"
She had taken the "Adam's cock" dildo with her and I knew she planned to use it. But her reply caught me off guard, "My orgasms are none of your business unless I say otherwise. Michael, I've been reading. Most cuckold and pretty much all witting cuckold relationships are FLR which stands for female-led relationship. And in an FLR, the female controls the male orgasm."
"Okay," I agreed. "So that's what you want, to control when I masturbate?"
"Not only when, but if and how," she corrected.
I agreed and was only allowed to scum in the toilet two times the entire month of June.
Where Kristy was raised, there was always a big Independence Day carnival at the park in the middle of town. When I arrived to visit her early Saturday afternoon, she was already at the park and told me where to meet her.
When I arrived, we walked around for a bit until Kristy decided what she wanted for lunch. We got Philly cheesesteaks and lemon shakes. After lunch, we walked down the aisle with the Carnival games. When we came to the Highstriker test of strength game, Kristy prodded me to swing the giant hammer. I was pretty well-toned from working out and working construction, so I felt pretty confident. Unfortunately, my hands were a bit sweaty from both nerves and the heat, so the hammer slipped a little as I was bringing it down and when I hit the marker, it only rose just under halfway to the words "Sad Sack".
Kristy started giggling uncontrollably while staring at my crotch and nodding. The tall tattooed female operator who was about our age looked at her with astonishment, then came out and asked her, "I've seen dudes his size do worse. Why is it so funny?"
Just then a voice came up from behind us, "Yeah, what's so funny?"
Kristy turned and yelled, "Brett!" before hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. "How have you been? How's California?"
Her tall, muscular tanned blonde ex-boyfriend answered, "It's great. I've learned to surf. I'm just in town for the week and then I go back. I miss it already and I just got here yesterday!"
She looked over at me, "Brett, this is my boyfriend, Michael. He just took a swing and it came up 'Sad Sack'. Pretty funny don't you think?"
He shrugged and nodded, "I guess. I've never done this before. Is that bad?"
"I don't know, but it's funny because it couldn't be any more fitting. My boyfriend here does literally have the saddest sack of any guy I've ever seen!" She giggled again.
He looked at her quizzically. The operator asked, "You mean his junk?"
She nodded. "Tell them about it, Michael," Kristy commanded me.
I was hesitant. I didn't want to humiliate myself in front of the jerk who wronged her and this sexy woman who I was already sure could kick my ass. But, after an awkward silence, I announced, "Ah, um, I have small balls."
They both gasped and laughed. Kristy laughed, too, "I wasn't really referring to your balls although that's pretty accurate. I was referring to your prick."
