Chapter 14

Kristen arrived at my house with Patty the next morning. I heard the girls arrive, and was waiting for them when they came into my room.

Immediately, I handed Kristen a ticket.

"You have one wish."

Patty looked at me, surprised. She knew how I had almost ruined Kristen's life with those, and had thought I'd never use one on her again. She hadn't been privy to the conversation that Kristen and I had the previous day, however.

"Kristen, you are no longer obligated to have my dick or my sperm in your mouth in order to achieve orgasm."

"Your wish is my command."

Kristen looked at her hand, and noticed the ticket. "Did you... you know?"

"Yes," I said. "I'd like to use another one, with your permission. I need to find out something about these tickets, and I've found that people under its power can explain things to me about them."

"I trust you," Kristen said, holding out her hand.

I handed her another ticket.

"You have one wish."

"I need you to explain how these tickets work. For instance, I wished for your addiction to be gone, but you seem to still seem to be fixated on my dick, and you still seem to have urges. I also want you to be aware of what you're telling me." I had added this last part because people explaining the tickets to me didn't seem to have any recollection of me making a wish, or their responses.

"Your wish is my command," Kristen intoned.

"So, what's up with the addiction?" I asked.

"The tickets do work, but the problem is that they all work," Kristen explained. "No one ticket can be stronger than another. That means, you cannot use a ticket to override the effects of another one."

"But I have used the tickets that way," I said.

Kristen thought. "No. You cannot completely override another ticket, at least, you can never absolutely undo the effects of a ticket. All you can do is minimize the effects, but you cannot remove them completely. That means that although I'm no longer strung out like a junkie, I still have a bit of an addiction; and that won't change. I probably will have that addiction for the rest of my life, although it may wear out over time. Whether that will be in a year or fifty years, I don't know."

This revelation was shocking to me. I had never intended for Kristen's addiction to be permanent, even when I thought that I had hated her.

I also realized that there was a serious consequence now. Kristen told me that the effect was permanent. That means, she'd always have to have her "fix." I didn't know how long she'd be able to do without it. This was definitely something I had never intended.

Patty said, quietly, "That's quite serious, Kris."

Kristen nodded. "I never really knew this until now."

I didn't know what to say. "How about my wish to be able to orgasm without requiring my dick or sperm in your mouth?"

Kristen thought, and then paled slightly. "I will be able to achieve orgasm, but not easily, and not as strongly as I would if I'm sucking you."

Was that bad? Of course it was! That meant that if Kristen and I were to break up, there would be nobody on earth that could give Kristen an orgasm like me. That, along with her addiction, would make her forever bound to me. Right now, it didn't matter. But what if...

"There's more," Kristen added, interrupting my train of thought. "If you get a vasectomy, you won't be emitting any sperm. You may want to consider that before having anything done to yourself. You probably should have made me addicted to your semen instead."

Shit. "Sperm? Semen? What's the difference?"

Kristen just stared at me. Patty said, quietly, "Sperm are those cells that are responsible for reproduction. But when a guy orgasms, there's additional fluid for lubrication and such. That's semen."

I didn't realize that. Shit. "Sorry, Kristen. I didn't know. But I promise not to get a vasectomy, if that makes you feel better." Actually, the thought of a doctor going near my penis with a knife wasn't something I would seriously consider.

Patty said, "Wow. Those tickets require a lot of responsibility."

"Yeah," I nodded.

Patty looked at her friend and said, "I promised Jim a blow job every day. I'm willing to allow you to take my place, seeing how you have an addiction still."

Kristen said, "Thank you, but it doesn't seem that bad. At least, I don't think it's that bad."

Patty shrugged. "So, which one of us does the honors?"

I said, "Don't I get a choice?" I had really hoped for a repeat of the sixty-nine session.

"No!" the two girls chorused, giggling.

"I'll play you a hand of gin for it!" Kristen grinned.

"No," Patty giggled. "I've seen you play cards."

"Hmmm. I have an idea..." Kristen moved over to me and kissed me.

I hugged her to me, and I said afterward, "I love you, Kristen. I'm sorry about..."

"Shush," Kristen said, kissing me again.

I felt hands and lips on my cock. Since Kristen was kissing me, it had to be Patty. It had been a few days since I had the pleasure of Patty, not that I had any complaints of having had Kristen's oral skills exclusively.

Kristen continued to kiss me while Patty continued blowing me. The combination of sensations on my lips and my dick led me toward orgasm after about five minutes.

Patty lifted her head up, right at the worst possible time for me. She pulled Kristen down, and Kristen looked at my dick, and then shook her head, offering it back to Patty.

Patty looked confused, but she resumed her sucking, and I came pretty quickly, my fuse having been shortened considerably.

"Thank you, Patty," Kristen said, smiling at the red head. "But I have a favor to ask."

"Yes?" Patty asked.

Kristen said, "I want to find out the extent of this addiction. Jim, I'll continue to date you, but I don't want your dick or semen. Please? If I see you naked, I might not be able to help myself. Patty, would you be able to help me out?"

"You mean, suck Jim for you?" Patty asked.

"Yes," Kristen said. "I know you like doing it almost as much as I do. I still love Jim, but I need to know just how addicted I am to him."

Patty giggled. "Do you know how perverted this sounds? My best friend is asking me to blow her boy friend?"

Kristen giggled a bit, but her face turned serious. "I mean it. I know you enjoy doing Jim, and I'm not jealous of you. We're friends."

Patty looked at Kristen, and then at me. "All right," she said, blushing.

"I'll make it up to you!" Kristen said to Patty, as she helped her friend get dressed.

"How?" Patty asked.

"I'll show you when we get to my house."

Was Kristen hinting at something? "Hey! Am I invited?" I asked.

Kristen shook her head. "No boys. Especially you. You might get too worked up, and I can't have that happening in front of me."

Kristen WAS planning on doing something with Patty. And I wasn't invited!

As the two girls left, I found myself feeling the very thing that Kristen said she didn't feel about Patty: Jealousy.

I didn't see Kristen the rest of the day. Patty came over in the evening, and told me her mother was still visiting her aunt. Kristen had given Patty permission to stay over my house tonight, but Patty declined, deciding on a quick session tonight, to be repeated the next morning.

Patty didn't tell me what she and Kristen did that day, only mentioning that the two girls had talked. She told me that if Kristen wanted me to know, then I should talk with Kristen. "Please don't put me in between the two of you," Patty pleaded with me.

I didn't know whether to be pissed at Kristen for excluding me from her session with Patty, if that's what she had indeed done, but Patty started sucking on my cock, which made it difficult to stay mad at her. In fact, her sucking soon drove most feelings of jealousy out of me.

It didn't take too long before I blasted into Patty's willing mouth.

After she was done, Patty got dressed and said, "I'm not as good as Kristen, am I?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing that Patty was heading into dangerous territory.

"You love the way she sucks you. Better than the way I do."

"Patty, I'm in love with Kristen. You're the one that pointed that out to me, remember? Wouldn't that have anything to do with my enjoyment? Your technique is different, but I love it."

Patty wasn't convinced. "Give me a ticket. Make me love the taste of your sperm... your semen. And your cock. Just like Kristen!"

"Patty!" I said. "You of all people should know how problematic such a thing could be. And I won't be able to ever cancel it! What will happen when you get a boy friend? 'Oh, I like sucking you, but I have to have the taste of Jim's cock!' I can see a boy really appreciating that."

Patty thought for a moment. "Then, when I get a boy friend, give me another ticket and make me like his cock and semen even better."

I shook my head. "And do this again and again as you start dating more and more boys?"

Patty looked down. "I guess. That won't work..."

I had an idea. "What if I give a time limit--say, for the next week? Kristen may not last that long. And then, since it will expire, you're not stuck with any bad side effects when the time is up."

Patty nodded. "That would work. And then, after the week is over, I can decide how I feel about it. That's a great idea!"

I found my bag with the tickets inside. "Here, have a ticket."

"You have one wish."

I tried to figure out how I had phrased my order to Kristen. "I wish that you will find that my penis tastes better than anything you have ever tasted. And my sperm--no, my semen!--tastes even better. This wish will expire at midnight, a week from tomorrow."

"Your wish is my command."

Patty came back to life. "Did it work? I don't feel any different."

I opened my pants and said, "Give it a try."

Patty bent down and gave my dick a tentative lick. "Ooh... wow! It does taste good! May I do you again?"

I smiled at her. "No. But you can suck on it... gently, like Kristen. Like a baby with a pacifier."

Patty looked at me curiously but did so. I felt Patty start licking my shaft, and she sucked on my dick exactly as I instructed her.

I moved her body onto my bed, and she never allowed her lips to leave my cock. I knew that she wasn't wearing panties, and reached underneath her dress and asked, "You mind if I rub you a bit?"

"Mmmm hmmmm," Patty said.

"You do mind?" I said, not exactly sure that she had given permission.

"Unh, hum," she said, refusing to take her lips off of me. "Doom it."

While Patty blissfully suckled my penis, I reached between Patty's legs, feeling the moisture already forming from her inner lips. I rubbed up and down her slit, and she moaned in appreciation.

I continued to rub Patty gently, while she continued her licking and soft sucking. We did this for about a half hour. Patty's clitoris was quite hard, and I occasionally brushed against it. I heard her sigh in release as her legs clenched together as she experienced one of her quieter orgasms.

I carefully pulled Patty's head from my lap, forcing her to abandon her newly discovered favorite toy. I kissed her, and then I hugged her tightly.

"That's how Kristen does it. Soft and loving, like that."

Patty nodded. "And, tasting it like that, I can see how she can willingly deep throat you. Would you mind if I practiced with you?"

Mind? A girl wanting to practice deep throat techniques? "Of course I wouldn't mind. Remember, it will only taste this good for a week. I haven't decided to make it permanent, but I have an idea."

Patty looked interested. "An idea?"

"What if I gave you a code phrase, like 'Popsicle breath' that, whenever you say it to yourself, then whatever penis you see will taste just like mine does right now, just for, say an hour or so?"

"Like a post-hypnotic suggestion?" Patty asked.

"A what?"

"When a guy hypnotizes somebody, he can give a trigger phrase that when somebody says it, they do something weird."

"Way cool. Hypnotism, huh?"

Patty looked at me. "What are you thinking?"

I gave Patty my favorite evil grin. "Oh, something..."

Patty didn't want to leave. Now that her taste in certain penises had been enhanced, she thought it would be cool to suck it all night.

I didn't like having to turn Patty down. But I was in love with Kristen, and if I did something special like spend the night with a girl, I would really prefer to do it with Kristen. I told Patty instead that I wanted to think more about this "trigger phrase" that she had described to me, and especially how it might affect her directly.

Patty was disappointed, but she said she understood. She kissed me as I pulled my pants up, and after we went downstairs, she said good night to my parents.

I watched her drive away, thinking about how much I really had wanted her to stay, and glad that I had the internal strength to say "no" gently to her.

The next morning, I felt a gentle sucking on my penis, a sensation I had associated with Kristen. I was about to say, "Good morning Kristen" when I noticed that it was a red haired girl resting her head on my hips.

Patty must have sensed that I was awake, because she started actively fellating me. I realized that she was attempting to force my cock further and further into her throat. I remembered Patty asking "permission" to practice deep throat with me, and tried not to interfere with her work.

The constant movement of her head, however, combined with her occasionally stroking hands, set off my short fuse. I found myself pumping a load of semen into Patty's mouth, eliciting an "Hmmm" of satisfaction from her.

"You know, Patty, you have a lovely way of waking a guy up."

"Mmmm hmmmm," Patty answered, her mouth still sucking my cock.

Patty was naked, but her body was further down the bed than I could reach. I let Patty continue sucking me for about ten minutes, after which, I really had a need to pee.

I carefully removed Patty's head from my groin, and told her that I had to heed Mother Nature's call. She grinned and told me that I should have made her like the taste of my urine, as well.

That thought actually shocked me, and I found myself shivering a bit on my way into the bathroom. Merry was just leaving the bathroom as I had gotten out of my room. She almost immediately noticed the state of my turgid erection, her eyes glued to my crotch.

I walked past my step-sister, and went into the bathroom. I had overslept a little today, not being awake before Patty arrived to take care of the morning wood. Once again, I had to clean up a bit of a mess after I managed to pee.

When I got back in my room, Patty was fully dressed, but still lying on my bed. Merry was in the room with her. I saw my step-sister blush a bit as I entered, but the erection that I sported a few moments ago had abated quite a lot.

"Are you having breakfast with us?" Merry asked.

Patty shrugged, and looked at me.

"Yeah, it might be a good idea," I told Merry. "Patty's mother is visiting Patty's aunt, who's sick."

Patty smiled and allowed Merry to lead her downstairs while I changed.

It was the day before school started, and I was already missing Kristen. I couldn't believe that up until yesterday, I had seen Kristen almost constantly. Now, she was trying to see how strong her addiction to my dick and semen was by avoiding me. It had been the longest twenty-four hours since I had found those tickets.

When I got downstairs, Patty was eating breakfast just like any other member of our family. She was talking with my mother, and talking about her upcoming classes. My mother nodded, but her comments were short. It seemed as if something was on my mother's mind.

As I arrived, Patty smiled at me. I sat down and made myself a bowl of cereal. Merry poured me a glass of orange juice.

My mom watched me, and then asked, "So, Jim, are you ready for school tomorrow?"

"I can't say I'm looking forward to it, really. But I know that I'll be seeing Patty and Kristen. It should be a lot better than last year."

"That's nice," my mother said.

I looked at my mother. Something in the way she said that sounded a bit forced, but Mom's face didn't show anything different about her.

"What are your plans today, dear?" Mom asked.

I was about to shrug when Patty mentioned that we were all going to meet at Wendy's house today.

"My boy seems pretty popular, huh?"

Now I knew that something was definitely bothering my mother.

I hurriedly finished my cereal, and went into the kitchen to wash my dish.

My mother followed me into the kitchen. "We need to talk, Jim."

"Now?" I asked.

"Patty will be all right with Merry. Can we go upstairs?"

I nodded, and my mother led me upstairs to my room.

My mother said, "Jim, you know that I have your best interests at heart, right?"

"Um, yeah..."

"You know I don't approve of your 'sex lessons' from Patty, but I'm allowing it. And you now say you're dating Kristen. But Patty is still here."

"Yeah," I said. I had hoped that my conversation with my mother would have soothed this out, but I guess my behavior was getting out of hand and I was probably getting blatant in my actions in front of everybody.

"So, explain," my mother demanded. "Tell me why girls in twelfth grade are suddenly finding you attractive. Why does your step-father not seem to give a damn what you do with the girls, even in front of Merry? And what's this about Kristen being an addict?"

I had expected most of this, but the last question threw me for a loop. "An addict?"

"Jim, I was walking by your room yesterday morning, and Kristen mentioned something about being addicted to something. I didn't hear everything, but still... a lovely girl like her. If she's an addict, she should see a doctor."

"Mom, Kristen was saying that she was behaving LIKE an addict. She thinks she's addicted to ME!"

My mother wasn't buying it. "Are you dealing drugs, Jim? Is that why girls are hanging around you all of a sudden, offering their bodies to you?"

Was my mother serious? "What?" I asked.

"I'm worried about you, but if you're breaking the law, and doing it in our home, I'll have no choice but to turn you in."

"I don't believe this!"

"Then explain things to me. You told me a few days ago that you're maturing, and I let you have your space. But things seem to be getting out of hand."

"Mom, I swear I'm not doing any drugs. I haven't even smoked pot. I don't think the girls are doing drugs, either. If you don't believe me, check their arms. Look for needle marks. Do you smell pot in my room?"

"That's not an explanation," my mother observed.