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Dismissed and disappointed, Hank dressed and dashed upstairs to find Candace, discovering her watching TV in shorts and a halter top. "Oh, hi, Honey," she said, "When did you get in?"
"Just a bit ago," he supplied. "Things settled into a one-on-one party -- and we ran out of girls."
Candace pursed her lips and nodded. "Well, I'm not a girl any more, Honey, but you know I can't refuse you." She patted the couch beside her. As he settled onto the couch she picked up the remote and manipulated some controls, changing the inputs, and the video cam over the TV downstairs came on. Not everyone was visible, but Lon was riding Sally on the pool table and Toby was getting a blowjob from a skinny black girl. "I see..." Hank's hand started caressing her back and she murmured, "There's no need to seduce me, Honey -- you've already done that. Untie my halter top, will you, so Mama can give you some titties to suck?" She leaned forward and Hank undid the tie at the back, allowing her to slide out of it, then she stood and shucked out of her shorts. "Get undressed, Honey, so Mama can play with your beautiful cock."
Damian had Candace's submissive side -- but he also had Alyssa. Hank, on the other hand... Hank allowed her to indulge in her most secret fantasy, the other side of her nature. He was strong and aggressive and amenable to control, and allowed her to live out the fantasy of fucking a son... He settled beside her and she pulled his mouth to her right breast while reaching out to collect the incredibly hard shaft of his cock in her hand. "That's it, Honey, suck Mama's titty. We'll take care of this boner..." She settled back to watch Lon pound his husky girlfriend and the narrow black girl swallowing Toby's big cock with the feel of Hank's lips teasing her nipple and his fingers questing for her already drippy slot, jacking his hard meat in her hand. "Mmmmmm, that's it! You want to fuck Mama, Honey?"
Toby glanced around, "I'm going to get some lube. Why don't you toss the couch cushions on the floor in front of it and we can use them?"
"Okay!" Brenda was all in -- she'd just sucked -- no, deep-throated -- a cock! A BIG cock! And now she was going to get it inside her! She had the taste of semen in her mouth -- something she had basically had no hope left of getting, with the prospect of her senior year of high school before her as barren as all of the ones previous. Brenda had thought about giving up running and basketball -- but she had to have outlets for her energy and her unhappiness and distractions from her loneliness, and running and basketball let her get the aggressions out, while little Bonita assuaged her heart as best she could. But a new day was dawning, and Brenda began to see hope for the future -- and joy in the present...
Toby came back with a bottle in his hand while she was shoving the coffee table out of the way. Brenda giggled giddily when they nearly bumped heads while hauling the couch cushions to the floor. Toby, who wanted to go with a procedure that worked for him, said, "I'll lie flat and you can take it in at your own rate, okay?"
"As long as it's now..." Brenda replied. Toby stretched out and handed her the lube bottle; his erection had gotten somewhat lank while they made preparations, but it firmed up as she lubricated it from tip to base, rubbing it with both hands, slicking it up. She moved to squat over it and rubbed it along her channel opening a pair of dangly inner lips. "This is gonna be so nice..." she murmured.
"Take it slow," Toby cautioned, but it didn't seem to be necessary. Whatever Brenda had been doing, she didn't have a hymen to deal with. Her eyelids fluttered as he began forcing her channel open and she gusted a sigh. "That's so much better..." It was a LOT better than hairbrush handles, plush at the tip and thick and firm without hard edges... She jounced up and down in short strokes, taking him in until lubrication failed or one of her inner labia snagged itself. That only happened a couple of times, though, before her inner wetness combined with the lube allowed her to take him almost to the root.
Once the initial penetration was complete, she shifted her legs from squatting to kneeling and leaned forward a bit, bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders. "Jeezus!" she gasped. "So good..." She rocked herself up and forward, then plunged down and back until his glans smacked her cervix -- which hurt, but she didn't care. "Can't get enough..."
Toby said nothing; he knew where she was and what she was going to do -- almost before she did. He knew that this wasn't going to be any slow, easy fuck...
It wasn't. Brenda was an athlete -- and, fortunately, Toby was a sexual athlete. Brenda started making like a jackhammer almost immediately, pounding herself against him and raising herself until only his glans was embedded in her in long, rapid strokes that crashed them together. She abused her cervix until her channel accommodated Toby's full length, and then mashed their pubic mounds together at the end of every stroke. Toby didn't try to control her; he let her go wild while playing with her stiff nipples -- she was giving him all of the stimulation he could take. Wild eyes locked with his, adding feedback to his other sensations. Once she got going, it took her twenty-one seconds to attain orgasm -- something she handled by making her ass rise and fall in a total blur while her pussy clutched him and she screamed at the top of her lungs!
Toby held out, somehow, until she settled back to her already hard-driving normal pace. "Oh! My! God!" was all she had to say before returning to silent pants while bouncing on his member as if it were a pogo stick. She was just getting control and starting her rise to her second cumming when "DIOS MIO! AAIIIEEEEE!!!!" sounded from the floor on the other side of the couch, followed by a flood of impassioned Spanish; Brenda recognized the sound of Bonita attaining orgasm. A bolt of happiness shot through her and she leaned down to try to kiss Toby, but it just didn't work with what she was doing and neither of them wanted her to stop, so Toby gave her a hand to kiss and lick and suck the fingers of...
Nobody had missed Alyssa's first orgasm, least of all Damian. As she rose to her second, more pleas of "Love me! Love me, PLEEEASE!" surfaced, and Damian knew that Alyssa wasn't just substituting 'love' for 'fuck'. He was dancing on her, shifting strokes and patterns and angles, giving her the best sex he could provide because he knew that, while admitting it within the group wasn't going to happen, they were a couple and she was his woman and she'd given herself to him fully.
Candace heard this, too, and recognized it for what it was -- and it sparked jealousy in her. But she had her boy and his energetic efforts between her legs as she lay on the couch didn't leave her the bandwidth to get too upset. Hank's hard cock was just what she needed, and his driving rhythm was pushing her right up the wall... "Fuck me, Honey! Fuck Mama good! Give me babies! Oh, God, ride Mama HARD!!!" she wailed as he pounded her to orgasm.
Randy had told Trish at the outset that he wanted to hit bottom in her -- and he was -- and Trish was thoroughly happy about it! She heard Alyssa's screams and knew what they were about and she wished that she could do the same -- but she knew that all they would do would be to trigger some burst of cruelty in Randy, whose anger with her over her initial rejection of him seemed to know no limits. But she could give him good sex and make him happy, and if she did, maybe he would come back -- so she made sure he knew just how good a lover he was. She let herself go to scream and moan and pant and yell encouragements and cum and cum and cum...
Bonita clung to Terence, riding out her third orgasm, wailing endearments in Spanish. She would let go between cums, allowing him to stroke her with the full length of his beautiful cock, but when the sparks gathered at the edges of her vision and the pleasure welled up to become unbearable, she had to clutch herself to him in fear that he might somehow escape and never return, combined with the urge to merge with him completely, forever. Somehow, when she did that, he carried her -- something amazing to a girl who had always been told she was fat and huge and too big to be manhandled...
Lon lost it in Sally as she came for what was probably the fourth time. She'd squirted twice; the mat and Lon's balls were sticky with her juices. Lon didn't know whether the sex had hurt her piercings or not; certainly, she hadn't complained -- quite the opposite, she'd been active and intent and urged him to fill her... Now he was; he knew that it supposedly wasn't wise for him to dump a load of semen in her at this point in the healing process, but neither of them would settle for anything less. He couldn't withdraw, anyway; he had her legs wrapped around him and her ankles crossed over his hips. He sucked at her neck as he released himself in her and she whined and purred and rubbed his back, clutching him to her.
Damian felt his orgasm approaching and he knew that Alyssa was off-cycle, so he cast about for a method to catch her up if possible -- and settled for toying with the crinkled bud of her asshole. He didn't try to penetrate it, just wet a finger and played with the ring. Alyssa turned her head back to look at him with big eyes and clenched her pussy around him -- which sped him up, but apparently did her, too, because when he couldn't fight it any more and blasted away in her, she threw her head back and wailed, "YES! CUM! OHMIGAWD! I LOVE IT!" and screwed her ass back at him frantically.
Terence was nearing completion -- actually, he'd already cum once and was going for two! Something Bonita's little pussy was doing was unbearably pleasant and he'd spewed in her, apparently unnoticed, during the wild gyrations that accompanied her second orgasm. Now, as she approached her fourth, his second load pulled his balls almost inside his body as they prepared to discharge. Bonita wailed, "Dios mio!" and clutched him again and Terence knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold it -- but he needed just a couple more good strokes, so he reared up, carrying her like a doll with his hands under her round ass and raised her and dropped her on his cock the half dozen times required to get him a huge orgasm.
Bonita, already there, shrieked as the mountain suddenly grew under her adding to her peak! There was no doubt in her mind what was happening -- the only question in her mind was over whether it had happened before; she remembered feeling something strange and feeling very wet after a previous cum... This time, it wasn't just the odd sensation of having something squirt on her cervix but the crazy things her lover did that told her she had performed her function as a woman. She clutched herself to Terence and wailed her joy at their mutual completion, burying her face in his neck while happy tears flowed.
When he was done, he dropped them on their sides so he could stretch out his legs, then rolled them onto his back. Bonita unlocked her ankles but remained straddling him, clutching his neck and murmuring to him in Spanish -- terms of endearment that would have scared him to death if he'd understood them!
The excitement around him got to Randy and he stepped up the pace, jackhammering into Trish as his orgasm built to the point of no return and demanded release; he didn't worry about Trish, because there was nothing more he could do for her. After her first huge peak, orgasms got smaller but closer together for Trish -- until she was in a state of constant climax, her ears roaring, wailing incoherently and clutching Randy and staring at the ceiling through sightless eyes. He'd done this kind of thing to her before, the first time; it seemed that he could bring her to nirvana effortlessly. The blast of his semen into her brought peace and completion to Trish; she passed out knowing that he'd finished in her and that she'd made it good for him.
With everyone else in completion or in collapse -- or both -- the quiet sounds of Toby and Brenda running their horizontal marathon -- the slap of their pelvises crashing together in a rhythm that was steady for a while, then seemed to go insane for a few moments before returning to that steady pace, the sounds of their hoarse pants and they gasped in unison, the occasional soft grunt from one or both of them -- were louder than one might expect. Like Terence, Toby had lost control once, filling Brenda's channel with seed -- but she'd pumped it out, continuing to drive toward climax number whatever -- and she'd lost count! She knew very well that he'd cum -- and she knew just as well that he wasn't done; they didn't discuss it, they just carried on... Now, however, as exhaustion rose to claim them both, she asked him in a panting whisper, "Are you close?"
"Yes," he gasped, "Next time..." She knew exactly what he meant; she would make it there once more, and when she did, he planned to join her. She did everything she could to help, concentrating on clutching him with her inner lining as she rose along his shaft, then releasing him so he could stab deep into her center as she came back down. She milked him, giving them both the additional allotment of pleasure that constituted the final burst of energy required to get them over the finish line. "NOW!" he grated, and arched himself, grinding himself against her while his member swelled and spat seed against her cervix.
"YES!!" she wailed, throwing her head back and arching herself as the final -- and ultimate -- flash of pleasure coursed through her.
When it was over, she collapsed atop him and he wrapped his arms around her narrow body as they both panted through their recovery. They were sweat-soaked and slippery; neither cared. "You're a god," she whispered into his neck.
"You're a perpetual motion machine," he whispered back.
"I want to kiss you."
"It's allowed..." Their lips were hungry, and only the fact that their noses couldn't seem to bring in enough air for their pumping lungs stopped them momentarily, off and on, for the next ten minutes or so.
Around them, everyone else was slowly lurching into motion -- all of them had fed on each other's excitement and gone to lengths that they might not have if they had been alone. Damian muttered, "I think the showers are okay -- if we don't get the sheet rock wet, we can use them." Fred hadn't finished yet; his plan for the showers included a couple of big hunks of glass to wall off the area -- something that sounded more expensive than it actually was. Damian led Alyssa by the hand to the bathroom, and Terence did the same with little Bonita; Randy grabbed a towel and put it on the floor for himself and Trish to drip on, then dragged her into his lap, saying, "We'll wait." Lon took Sally upstairs, waving at the others as they departed.
Brenda lay atop Toby, enjoying the feel of his hands running up and down her admittedly bony back from her round little ass to her shoulders and back. "We'll have to watch Nita," she advised Toby. "She's a simple girl and Terence will end up with her following him everywhere, if things went as well as I think they did."
Toby nodded. "Better, probably. Still, maybe we should let Terence make up his mind about how bad that is."
"She should, ummm, sleep around, too," Brenda said carefully.
"You're both going to," Toby told her. "The group works that way; even committed couples sleep around. Part of it is the nature of the group -- we got together for sex and there are several members whom you haven't met and who might surprise you -- there is a whole older generation, for instance. Part of it is that we are just trying to be fair to everyone. Besides, sex and love are two different things -- especially for guys, but for smart girls, too. Beyond that there are several situations -- complicated situations -- that must be addressed. Not everyone is heterosexual, for instance. And we have commitments to some people who are not members."
"You were incredible," Brenda sighed. "Can I expect more of that?"
"From me, or from others?"
"I think everyone is different," Toby opined. "Every girl I ever had sex with was unique -- and I get the impression that the same is true on the other side. Some of us you'll enjoy more than others -- but hopefully you'll enjoy us all." He frowned. "Sometimes we make demands -- to fulfill those outside commitments, for example. You may find yourself with someone you really don't want to fuck. I'm sorry, but I have to ask that you do what you're told, anyway, remembering that you really don't have a choice, when you get right down to it." He sighed. "If you don't, you may find yourself wishing you had -- some of the guys are well prepared to be brutal about it."
"But if I cooperate?" Brenda asked.
"You'll be treated well," Toby replied.
"Okay, fine. Let's get up."
Upstairs, Candace was cooling down, the fact that Hank's cum was dribbling out of her onto the couch didn't bother her. He'd been wonderful -- urgent, and demanding, but controllable -- and she'd come three times before he flooded her pussy. She suspected that if she gave him a little attention, his cock would pop up to make a second delivery, too... "Honey, when are you due home?"
"Dad doesn't expect me for a while," Hank replied. "He knows what's up, in general."
"If you can stay the night, we can try it again in bed. Would you like a piece of Mama's ass?"
Hank grinned. "I'll make a phone call... Mama."
Meanwhile, Louise was off on her self-imposed mission to ensure that Fred, as an outsider, didn't get more pussy than she got dick. The boys didn't get it -- she didn't give a good God damn whether the playroom had an adjacent bath, she wanted Fred to suffer while she didn't. Maybe it was time to call Lon and Toby...
In the meantime, she had the day off and wanted some dick, so...
It was five-thirty and Frank Pendergast had just arrived home moments before. Today hadn't been that clean a day at the shop, so he was looking forward to a shower, but the damned doorbell rang...'Must be women on the front porch week', Frank thought as he opened the door. "Yeah?"
"You'd be Frank Pendergast?" the narrow black woman on the steps asked.
"I was this mornin' when I shaved."
"I'm Louise Carter."
"And?" Generally, Frank wasn't exactly a magnet for black women. Was she a Jehovah's Witness or something?
"Umm, we have a couple of mutual acquaintances, named Jean and Adele."
Frank blinked a couple of times and ran his hand through his thinning hair. "I imagine I got mixed reviews -- I'm new to this sleeping with women thing. Do ya figure there's any money in it?"
Louise smiled. "I always understood the market went the other way, but I never had any luck."
"Well, come on in," Frank muttered. "We're lettin' out the air conditioning." His thoughts were centered more on what the neighborhood gossips might think, but even he knew he couldn't say that. Standing back, he let the woman in. "I wasn't expecting company -- I just got home. Don't even know if Teela's here."
"Is that a problem?"
"Teela? Nope. Her and her boyfriend started the merry-go-round, so I guess they can wait 'til I fall off. On the other hand, there's the fact that I smell like a goat..."
"My old man's in construction," Louise said. "I've smelled dirt before."
"Lookit, ya want a beer or somethin'?" 'If she's got an old man, why is she here?' "What can I do for ya?" Frank asked.
"What kind of beer?" Louise riposted. "As for your second question, I've come to obtain my own opinion with regard to your mixed reviews."
"I got Bud and Miller -- I don't do light beer. The closest I can come to that is Corona." Frank cocked his head. "And didn't I just hear you say you've got an old man?"
"High Life or Genuine Draft?" Louise rejoined. "And my old man has stuck his dick in a least three strange pussies in the last week, one of 'em probably your daughter's age -- and he hasn't poked mine in months, and I like it that way. I aim to catch up."
Frank pursed his lips. "I got both, but I'm partial to Genuine Draft, so I got more of that. Is he gonna come around lookin' to kick my ass?"
"Genuine Draft works for me. I'd like to see him try -- I've got him by the balls -- he just doesn't know it yet," Louise replied.
"I dunno if I'm anybody's back-door man," Frank declared, fishing two beers from the refrigerator and twisting off the caps. "Is this a fuck, or revenge or what?" He handed one to Louise.
"Both, I guess -- but mostly, it's a fuck." Louise took a sip from the bottle.
"Why me?" Frank asked.
"I'm hopping around," Louise replied, "just like he is. Sampling various... cocks."
"Gettin' some strange," Frank nodded. He eyed her. "You run out?"
Louise grinned. "Nope. I'm taking a vacation from young stuff."
Frank straddled a chair. "You managed that."
"Not yet, I haven't," Louise replied.
Frank took a pull at his beer. "Guess not." He pursed his lips. "I still haven't heard what kind of a hornet's nest I'm gonna kick over if I let you have your way."
"It'll be fine, Baby. Trust me." Louise smiled. "In the first place, he hasn't got a leg to stand on. In the second, you aren't EVEN the only one. And in the third, he REALLY doesn't want to cross me."
"I'm tired, dirty, and a little cranky -- and I STILL don't know why I shouldn't just save myself a whole lot of shit..."
"I'll wash your back..."
Frank leaned back. "Shower ain't too big."
"I'm thinner than Adele."
"I noticed." Frank stood. "Fuck it. Been a long time since somebody washed my back."
The back wash was good -- and got better when it turned into a front wash, then she knelt and sucked in his cock, right there in the shower. Louise was just that little bit aggressive, educated, uninhibited... They hit the bedroom and he introduced his tongue to her pussy while she fluffed him up for Round Two, which started out with her riding him cowgirl and giving him a running commentary on just how good his cock felt running in and out of her pussy. When she got tired, she had no complaints when he rolled them over and took the lead, pounding into her -- in fact, her opening comment on the change when he got going was, "Oh, Baby! Where did that hip snap come from! Get it! Yeah!" She got even more vocal while she slammed her pussy up at him, her titties jouncing and shimmying and describing the occasional mirror-image circles. And she didn't even blink when Teela and Rick stuck their heads in the door to see what was going on. "Hey, kids! We're a little busy -- Frank's scratching my itch and he's sooo good at it!" Then she rolled right into an orgasm, leaving Frank wondering if she didn't have a little bit of exhibitionist in her. When he exploded in her, he wondered if he'd ruptured something, it was so intense; when he collapsed atop her she rubbed his back and purred and said, "I hear Adele has you on Fridays -- are Wednesdays open? I'm gonna want some more of that!"
Pulling away from Pendergast's, Louise was well-pleased; Frank had done just fine. She knew that he had rough edges -- and that he was somewhat bemused by the fact that he was suddenly apparently irresistible to black women. Undoubtedly, he had made racist remarks in the past -- and he would again, not that he meant them -- it was just how he was raised. It didn't bother her; Fred made racist comments all the time, after all. And speaking of Fred... Louise got on the phone to Toby.
Toby seemed somewhat breathless, "Hello?"
"Am I disturbing you, Baby?" Louise asked.
"No, not really. I'm resting a little -- been busy." He rubbed Brenda's bony back.
"I have, too," Louise chuckled. "But listen -- I've been back and forth with the boys about all this sex Fred's getting -- and they don't understand how much it bothers me. I want..."
"Revenge?" Toby asked.
"Yeah," Louise admitted. "And he's riding too high right now for me to feel like I'm getting anything out of this. The boys -- well, he's their Pa..."
"What do you want?" Toby asked.
"His balls in a specimen cup -- but I'll settle for him being seriously embarrassed and KNOWING that I know..." She paused. "It's petty of me, I know, but I'm sure you and Lon can think of something..."
"Sure," Toby replied, his brain already hard at work. "We'll come up with something."
"Where are you?"
"Lon's," Toby replied. "We had an emergency initiation."
"Brenda McAllister and Bonita Vasquez."
"Don't forget to check on birth control. Are the boys there?"
"Yeah. Terence took Bonita."
"How did it go?" Louise asked.
"Very well. They didn't really need the iron fist thing," Toby replied.
"Good. Tell the boys to come home for dinner."
"Okay, I will. Bye!"
"Who was that?" Brenda had heard about every third word.
"Terence and Damian's mother."
"Oh, yeah," Toby replied. "Like I told you, there's a whole older generation."
"My folks won't want to join," Brenda muttered.
"Let's keep them out of it, then. Want to shower?"
Things wound down pretty smoothly; Randy took Trish and Alyssa home in the van, while Terence and Damian dropped off Brenda and Bonita. That left Toby plenty of time to check the cameras he'd installed in the peep booths and not really checked on and do a little planning and conniving on Louise's behalf. Toby got the birth control question handled; predictably, Brenda was protected and Bonita wasn't -- but Candace had a pill available. Sally spent the night with Lon -- and Hank spent the night with Candace.
At practice on Tuesday Bobby Beckwith was unstoppable -- fully committed -- and the reason why jumped quietly from ear to ear. Others picked up the pace, challenging newcomers and veterans alike to get serious. Martin couldn't help but notice how things were solidifying. "I'd like to think it's me," he told Toby in an aside while the team was running laps, "but I think you guys have a hand in it."
"We'll keep you out of it," Toby replied, "but it's working. You're gonna have a team motivated for championship -- you just get them there, and everyone will be happy."
"You know, I have some commitments to meet in that area, too," Martin told him. "I promised Jean that I'd test drive a few women..."
"How is that going, Coach?"
"We're... working on something more than just sex," Martin related diffidently. "I think she's going to change her mind about the baby pretty soon."
Toby sighed. "I don't mind her having it, but..."
"You need a life. We've discussed it. Pretty soon, her sense of what is fair is going to drive her to talk to you about it."
"Okay." Toby wondered if Coach would consider adopting Jean's child, but he let it go for the moment. "Who have you had?"
"Well, Jean and the Oriental woman and Candace..."
"If you want to stick with older women, that leaves Beth -- and then you get into black women."
"Louise Carter, Adele Hayes, and Phyllis Horner."
"I guess I shouldn't be prejudiced," Martin mused.
"I wouldn't," Toby advised. "It's good stuff. All of them are big girls except Louise -- including Beth."
"What would Terence and Damian think of me bedding Louise?"
"They'd probably get a big kick out of it," Toby advised.
Martin did the math. "Still, I guess I ought to try a big one..."
"I know a couple of guys who swear by them..." Toby grinned.
"How do I contact this Phyllis?"
Clint tapped Terence on the shoulder at lunch. "About that talk..."
"Can we have it now?"
Terence glanced around. "Sure."
"Bobby's making some noises..."
"Is this related?"
"About the anonymous thing..." Clint said carefully.
"Picture this, Man," Terence murmured. "There's a hole in the wall -- and a mouth on the other side. They only see your dick -- and you don't see anything at all. You got no idea who it was -- and they don't either."
"I'd lose four inches poking my dick through a wall," Clint grinned.
"You've got it to spare," Terence grinned back, "but it ain't a problem -- the wall's special -- only this thick!" He measured an eighth of an inch with his fingers.
"How do I get an invite?" Clint asked.
"It's done," Terence replied. "See me after practice." The two parted company.
Terence hit up Toby. "I need a cock sucker for Clint."
Toby didn't say it, but he was thinking 'Why? Can't you handle it?' But that brought an idea... "Okay. I was going to bring someone else, but that defines what we can do."
Terence shrugged. "You can do the other guy, too -- we've got enough chicks..."
Toby nodded. "Yeah. Sonya's due up, I think. It's too early in the day to get her mother."
Fred called Damian at noon. "I'm coming off at two -- can you hook me up with a ride to the work site and a piece? I ain't picky -- that butt-ugly big-assed bitch we had Saturday is cool. She can stir paint or sumpthin'."
Damian wasn't fooled; Tabitha was good pussy with the right attitude -- and Pa had taken a shine to her. "I'll set something up -- probably Randy. There might be other stuff going on, so expect it."
"Cool." Fred hung up. Damian hit Toby. "Pa wants to work, starting at two-thirty. He asked for Tabitha."
"Okay. I'll brief Randy. We'll pull in Sonya and Tabitha can double up."
Toby got on the phone to Randy, and Randy had Alyssa call the girls. Randy picked up Sonya and let her ride in the front while he picked up Tabitha, then Fred, and delivered them to the playroom, then headed off for the school pickup.
Clint eased over to Terence and muttered, "Hey, Man, you got your own rooting section. Tex Mex up there is raising Hell any time you make a tackle."
"Long story, Man," Terence panted.
"I thought she was a lez," Clint opined. "That long skinny bitch on the running team -- Brenda something."
Terence shrugged. "She's bisexual, I guess. It happens. She'll probably get over me pretty quick, anyway."
"Is she, um, an asset?" Clint asked.
"Maybe." Terence eyed him, poker-faced.
"Cool." Clint backed off. The bisexual comment was... interesting. Clint wondered where Terence had come up with that -- he didn't seem the type for advanced fun and games... Another thought occurred to him, so he punched Terence to get his attention, "Hey."
"Better watch her -- she's the type that follows you around like a puppy dog -- or a bitch in heat."
"Yeah. Like I said, it'll settle out." Terence had no expectation that Bonita would continue to be interested in him once she'd sampled other dicks.
"Cool. I'd just hate to see you get all wrapped up in the pussy trap."
Brenda was mildly irritated that Bonita was splitting her attention between her and Terence, but she had the same expectations as Terence; Bonita would be fixated on Terence until her next good fuck, then she would probably be confused. If she went boy-crazy, that might suck... Bonita was there for her in the locker room after practice, though, and Terence wasn't mentioned.
Toby and Hank's pick for the day was Tad Travis -- and it took only a word in his ear for him to be waiting a block away from the school for the van to pick him up. He was surprised when Clint showed up, too, but Terence Carter was also along, so it was apparent that the unofficial booster club was going for bulk. Tad was the quarterback; he'd been backup last year, and had inherited the position, but he wasn't that good in the air. Still, he was good on the ground and was working hard... The three of them talked about the day in the back of the van on the way to wherever the booster club's secret clubhouse was; it had been a good practice, and the team was coming along. Coach was going to have to start making more serious cuts pretty soon, but it looked like they were going to have plenty of available talent.
On arrival, Randy, at Toby's direction, sprinted down the stairs. Entering the new bath, he found Fred and Tabitha both wielding paint rollers. "Hey, we've got some guys coming in -- I need for you to hide!"
"Where?" Fred asked.
"Use the glory hole booths," Randy replied, parroting Toby's instructions, related to him en route. "We're gonna use Sonya on the end. Tabitha, since you're here and we ended up with an extra, you can take one. Mr. C, you'll be fine if you go down to the end."
"Awright." Fred grabbed a rag to wipe off the excess paint and led Tabitha out. Randy got them situated -- Tabitha in Booth Two and Fred in Booth One -- then stuck his head behind the curtain where Toby was setting up Sonya in Booth Three. "Ready."
"Okay. I'll go get them. You can just hang out," Toby advised. "That way you're covered."
Randy nodded and followed Toby upstairs and climbed into the van's cab to listen to tunes. He was going to have to talk to Ed about an air conditioner...
The three in the back were in total agreement -- the interior of the van was stifling -- but Toby was there to let them out fairly quickly. He led them down into the playroom and gathered them at the base of the stairs.
"What'cha got?" Terence asked.
"We stocked all three," Toby replied. "Tad, why don't you take the first hole, Terence, you can do the second -- and I'll take Clint down to the one on the end..." Worst case, Fred would ignore the summons and Toby could concoct some tale about one of the girls being unwilling -- but if all went well, Fred would take the bait... and the camera in the booth was on.
Toby led them out and stopped by Booth Three. "Just unlimber your meat and tap on the wall," he advised. "The person on the other side will open up a hole. If it's too high or too low, there are other options -- okay?"
Tad looked a little nervous, but he opened his zipper. "You might want to drop 'em," Toby advised. "Just going through your zipper isn't much access. The hole will take your balls, too..." Tad was somewhat nervous that he was going to get trapped in some manner and butt-fucked or something as a joke, but he went ahead and tapped on the wall. A hole opened -- and in a moment, a tongue stuck out, questing. He stepped forward, presenting his cock, and the tongue retracted on contact, but was there at the opening. Gingerly, he stuck the head of his cock through -- and, as advertised, lips surrounded it. "Uuuuuhhhh!" he grunted, bellying up to the wall. "Fuckin' nice!"
Terence and Clint grinned and Toby waved them at the other booths. Clint watched Terence drop his pants to his ankles and approach the glory hole with confidence, so he dropped his, freeing up his meat, and did the same, grinning at his friend.
The mouth on the other side of Terence's hole absorbed his cock and Terence wondered vaguely who owned it -- but it really didn't matter. Whoever it was had thick lips and knew how to use her tongue...
Fred had been listening to what he could hear of was going on; there was a small hole in the partition to Booth Two -- a finger hole for installing and removing it -- and he watched Tabitha suck in a black cock. Then there was a tap on the wall outside his own booth...
'Awww, fuck! Now what?' Fred wondered. Someone had fucked up, apparently. There was a second tap...
Toby was prepared for this. He went down to the end and told Clint -- loudly, so Fred could hear -- "Sorry, whoever is in there is probably shy about what's happening. But promises were made about this sort of thing -- I'm sure we'll get cooperation when the person inside remembers..."
'FUCK!' They'd TOLD him that one day someone would ask him to do something like this! There was a third tap, and a voice said, "Come on -- the bill has come due..." It was too much like the threat from his anonymous rapist to be coincidence; Fred opened a hole.
"See?" Toby said confidently when the gloryhole opened. "Let me know if you have any more problems -- we'll fix it." He walked away, grinning.
Clint bellied up to the wall -- and Fred got a face full of uncircumcised white meat. It was a serious cock -- but it backed out right away. "That's a little low..." Clint muttered. Fred got it. The bottom hole closed and Fred opened the one above; Clint tried it out and gusted, "Yeah, better... C'mon, let's go..."
Fred sighed. Well, at least it looked appetizing... He leaned up and wrapped his lips around the tip and started poking around under the foreskin with his tongue.
"Uuuhh!" Clint groaned. Whoever it was might be reluctant, but they knew their way around a dick! The last time someone had tried that trick was his cousin Richard, that summer when they were thirteen -- just before they got caught and both got the shit beaten out of them... Clint was pretty sure Richard still sucked dick -- but they were never alone together after that incident, and Clint hadn't felt safe about trying it with anyone else. He looked over at Terence, who was grinning back at him, wondering if this deal would generate an opportunity to suck THAT dick...
Meanwhile, Clint's cock swelled to it's full impressive size and girth, giving Fred some serious meat to work on. It was embarrassing to Fred, but this monster was bigger than his own and he knew it. Somehow, that helped, though; he might have spurned a little white dick. This one deserved the best -- and Fred, trapped anyway, decided that he might as well provide it. He fondled the heavy balls, taking in as much of the thick, heavy shaft as he could, then backing off and washing the head -- now exposed -- with his tongue.
Tabitha LOVED this group thingie! She knew that Mr. C was gonna fuck her some time today, and here she was with a totally different cock! Life was good... She made love to the stiff length with her mouth.
Sonya was less enthusiastic, but not terribly unhappy. Sucking a dick was okay, she guessed, but she'd rather be fucking. What if she just turned around... The cock wasn't as huge as some she'd experienced, but it looked pretty decent -- and her pussy was wet from her rubbing it, soooo... She held him by the root while she turned around and rubbed her pussy against him until her nether lips opened, then seated him against her hole and backed up...
Tad knew instantly what was going on. Waving Toby over, he hissed, "She's fucking me!"
"Yeah? Hang on." Toby circled around and ducked behind the curtain, opening the door to Booth Three. Sure enough, Sonya had her ass to the hole...
"It's okay, isn't it?" she whispered.
Toby grinned and nodded, then returned to Tad. "Fuck away, Man."
"You guys are fucking GREAT!" Tad exclaimed, driving his hips into the partition -- and his cock into Sonya. "Damn!"
The other two glanced over. Terence waved to Toby. "Who's he face-fucking?"
Toby grinned. "He's not -- Sonya turned around..." Terence's mouth made an 'O' and he nodded in understanding. "I can probably get Tabitha to..." he added.
"Nah. This is good," Terence replied. Sucking was the order of the day -- especially with Clint there...
Fred was zoning out; this was a good cock, and the guy either knew who he was or he didn't, but it was anonymous. He was seriously into gobbling the heavy shaft and licking pre-cum from the plush head. When it shifted from pre-cum to jets of jizz, Fred was ready and took it down; it had been a while...
Terence lit off watching Clint in the throes of his climax -- the fantasy was too much for him. Tabitha didn't complain; she gulped seed thirstily, milking him and playing with his jumping nuts, trying to get more.
Tad didn't last any longer; the muffled sounds of feminine pleasure coming from the other side of the partition as Sonya orgasmed, combined with the pulsing of her pussy, sent him over the top. While he was staggering back from the hole, Clint tapped on Booth One. "Great suck!" he muttered, "Thanks!" Then he walked over to Toby, who had appeared with some washcloths to clean up with.
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