Chapter 6Content: MF MFF FF oral anal D/s ScFi
While Rick might have bought himself a load of trouble, Pete certainly hadn't! Maureen was, well, just incredible! She was hot and sweet and shy -- and hungry...
On Earth, Maureen was a queen-sized girl; well over six feet and robustly constructed, she was somewhat too large for the comfort of over ninety percent of the male population. Add shyness and a period of explosive acne at puberty and she was a girl nobody wanted -- and expected to stay that way -- until Pete had wandered into the card shop where she worked that morning.
She'd gotten wet just looking at him -- and then her knees got weak when she realized that he was looking back! He'd called her away from the checkout counter and become almost instantly familiar -- and Maureen, ill-equipped to fight off his advances, melted! He'd wanted insane levels of intimacy -- right there in the card store! -- and she'd been unable to refuse him! She'd shown him her breasts, sucked his cock, swallowed his seed -- and he'd told her to come to him, later...
She'd very nearly not made it -- Edith, the older woman who ran the store, tried to lock her in 'for her own good.' She'd been absolutely brutal with the woman, locking her in a storeroom when it became apparent that she was NOT going to let her go -- and had rushed to the bakery cafe, heart in her mouth -- AND HE WAS THERE! It WASN'T a cruel joke, he WASN'T playing games with her, and he WASN'T fishing for someone else -- he got up and collected her and told his partner right there in front of her that he planned on keeping her! He'd given her the kind of instructions that no decent girl would ever obey -- but she had -- and then, in the midst of the insanity of the pickup, they'd made love...
Okay, so, maybe most people would have said that he'd fucked her; it had been hurried and mildly uncomfortable and embarrassing and VERY public -- and Heavenly, like it was now, on the bed that had suddenly slid out of the wall when he'd touched a button, in a room where they were all alone. Perhaps that time before WAS just fucking, but THIS wasn't; it was slow and gentle and romantic and the feel of his cock in her depths mixed with the feel of his lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her flanks -- no, THIS was making love!
Pete couldn't have agreed more. This was what he'd failed to obtain when he'd been extracted; the pair of mall rats he'd selected had been somewhat decorative, but they hadn't had a clue -- and they were worthless as fucks. Maureen was big and beautiful and comfortable -- and hot and spicy and responsive! She'd hit her peak twice already -- and she wasn't EVEN quiet about it and the way she threw her pussy up at him left no question as to whether she enjoyed it or not! He'd put her in a tube for ten minutes earlier in the evening, largely to make sure her reproductive system was in optimal condition; the acne scars on her cheeks would be gone by morning -- and that was the ONLY thing he planned to change about her! There would be no upsizing, downsizing, bust adjustments, tummy tucks -- well, maybe he might widen her throat at some point, but that was it! She was perfect! Maybe she would even learn to love him...
If Maureen had realized that Pete had that concern, she'd have been nonplussed; she was his NOW -- there was no question where SHE wanted to be!
Her insides were beginning to quake -- again -- in response to his perpetual pounding of her depths. Orgasm was thundering down on her. Maureen clutched herself to her newfound love and wailed into his mouth as her ass churned beneath him, adding additional friction to the fire in her loins!
She was tight, she was wild, she was moving like a mad thing -- Pete was beside himself, unable to hold off his peak under the onslaught of sensations. Roaring, he rocked back and gave a lurch -- and Maureen, clinging to him, came with him as he rose to the vertical, then slipped both hands under her ass and proceeded to ram himself into her from below, impaling her on his steel-hard staff! Four times he lifted her bodily and dropped her on his cock, plunging it into her, then he exploded, blasting thick gouts of semen against her cervix. Maureen screamed and her eyes rolled up in her head -- but her pussy squeezed and clutched him, milking him rhythmically. They froze there, him on his knees with her impaled on his erection, clutching one another.
Rick stood in the door of the cabin he shared with Pete, holding Janine's hand. "Jeez," he muttered, "and I thought WE were hot..."
"Yeah, me, too..." Janine agreed.
Depending upon the selection available at pickup, the evening of the pickup tends to be a high-water mark for sexual hijinks; while this pickup was unusual in that the support team managed to participate, they were by no means alone. The primary issue tends to be who gets chosen for sex on that first night; while later, after augmentation has begun, sponsors tend to be able to handle two concubines more or less back to back, on that first night, unaugmented, selection tends to be an issue with lasting consequences, especially among the smaller families.
A case in point: Jason Frederics. Jason hadn't managed to have sex with either Nadine or Allison before extraction; now came the question of who would share his bed. Jason understood clearly that his selection had implications in identifying who was first in his little stable -- and that was the problem: Jason had no idea which of them to set above the other. Nadine was a spur-of-the-moment acquisition, while, truth be told, Allison had been a target of interest for some time. On the other hand, Nadine was older -- and undoubtedly wiser -- and perhaps should have the leadership position for that reason. Things were somewhat complicated by the mid-afternoon episode when Allison sucked him off; did that mean he owed Nadine, or not? It was sort of like arguing Clinton's assertion that a blow job wasn't sex... Jason paced the floor of the main room of his pod, trying to puzzle it out.
Allison didn't get it -- and Jason's attitude made her nervous -- but Nadine understood. "What's wrong?" Allison fidgeted, watching him from the tiny kitchen table.
"It's simple, Hon," Nadine replied. "There's one of him and two of us. If he picks one of us over the other..."
"Exactly. The other one will make assumptions about who is First Squaw. Obviously, he's having problems deciding. If I was him, I'd be messed up, too. He can hang it on you, because you've got prior claim -- but you're young; it's probably hanging a bunch of shit on you that you're not ready for, and it's a slap in the face to me. On the other hand, if he unloads it on me, I can probably carry it better, but it'll hurt your feelings..." Nadine smiled wanly. "Guys are a lot simpler creatures than we are -- and sometimes we just make life hard on them. I think he's a nice guy -- everything points to it -- so he's out there trying to make a head and heart decision, and wishing he had NO women..."
"I don't want to be First Squaw," Allison insisted. "Does someone have to be on top? Can't we share or something?"
"That's more or less up to us, Hon -- not him. If we want to cooperate, it makes his life easier -- but the first time we don't it's all going to come back," Nadine advised.
"Well, does it have to get settled tonight?"
"Not if we put it off."
"I'm okay with that," Allison maintained.
"We have to cooperate, then," Nadine told her. "We have to share -- and realize that one of us is going to come up short, probably."
"Okay." Allison looked a little glum.
"See? It isn't easy. You have to get into the spirit of it -- and remember who matters and who doesn't," Nadine pointed out. "He matters -- he's why we're here. If this gig is as cushy as I expect it's going to be -- raising kids with all the modern conveniences and no bills or anything to worry about except maybe being bored to death, somewhere that isn't dead smack in the sights of those creatures -- then we owe him, BIG TIME, just for being here. I never expected to be picked up -- even when the whole thing started. There were probably a dozen chicks in that room that could've edged me out. I don't know what possessed him to pick me -- but I DO know that whatever he wants from me, he gets!" Nadine eyed Allison sidelong, "YOU, on the other hand -- you were doing the dance, even if it WAS clumsy. I can see where that might lead to expectations..."
"No, you're right," Allison admitted. "I was being selfish, when I should just be grateful. What do we do?"
"Double-team him. Undoubtedly, the bed will hold the three of us. Try to be fair about it and share and keep him occupied -- and whoever misses out at the end shouldn't get too excited about it. Tomorrow is another day. If he sets a pattern, well, then we'll have our answer, won't we?"
"Yeah." Allison nodded.
"Let's go, then." The intent to be equal notwithstanding, Nadine took charge -- it wasn't in her not to. Besides, she had a plan, and Allison didn't. Approaching Jason, she queried, "Isn't it time to go to bed?"
"Well, yeah," Jason admitted.
"Let's go, then." She took one of Jason's hands. Allison moved up and took the other, smiling.
"Both of you? I'm only human!" Jason protested.
"Are you sure?" Nadine teased. "You're making this harder than it has to be -- isn't he, Hon?"
"Lots," Allison agreed. "Come to bed." They tugged him toward the bedroom.
Being led toward a bed by two naked women is not a resistance situation for most males -- and Jason was no exception. Within ninety seconds, he was on the bed, naked, with a woman on either side of him. "Just relax, Hon, and enjoy the variety," Nadine advised, positioning herself to feed Jason a nipple. "This isn't an every-day problem. Most gals can take on more than one guy on a given day -- but they can't do it EVERY day. Allison and I don't feel the need to compete -- do we, Hon?"
From where Allison sat, the competition was over -- if there had ever been one. Nadine was a leader, and Allison didn't have any direction -- so it made sense to follow Nadine. But there was no requirement to make Jason worry about it... "That's right," she agreed, jacking Jason's cock, "It'll all be fine."
"Give him a titty, Hon -- I'll give him a suck," Nadine directed. Allison nodded and shifted her position, and Jason got an up-close comparison between Nadine's pointed but somewhat droopy red breasts and Allison's white melons. Jason locked his lips on a nipple and groaned as hot lips enveloped his cock.
While enjoying nirvana was something he could do, it didn't feel right to Jason. Nadine's pussy was out of reach, but Allison's wasn't, so he slid his fingers through the thin mat of fur at the top of her mound and alongside her clitoral hood. Allison gasped and opened her legs to grant him further access, crooning and caressing his brush-cut as she held his head to her breast. It seemed like there was a direct path for sparks to jump from her nipple to her clit; with Jason working on both, gasping with pleasure and undulating came naturally. Jason had not only Allison's movement to clue him in as to how things were going, but her lubrication, too.
Nadine watched Allison writhe out of the corner of her eye and grinned around Jason's cock. Things were pretty much going according to plan -- the plan being that Nadine was going to put Allison on Jason's cock until she got an orgasm, then replace her and ride Jason home. Nadine didn't consider that what she was doing was manipulation; these were a pair of young, inexperienced kids -- she was just making sure everybody got the maximum amount of fun out of the episode. Nadine waited until Allison was humping Jason's fingers and said, "Come here, Hon. Climb into the saddle."
Allison was surprised. "Really?"
"Come get it," Nadine confirmed.
Allison extracted her breast and straddled Jason, and Nadine poised his cock at her opening. "Settle in, Honey. Give the man a ride!" Allison rocked up and sheathed Jason's cock in three quick strokes, moaning. "Ride 'em, cowgirl!" Nadine encouraged as Allison started bouncing energetically on Jason's cock.
"Oh, fu-- fuuuck!" the younger woman gasped. Riding on top like that gave her full control over the penetration -- and the pleasure!
Nadine grinned, knowing full well what was happening; Allison wouldn't last long -- Hell, she was already pinking up from her hairline to the tips of her breasts!
Jason, however, wasn't satisfied with the situation. Unaware that Nadine intended to replace Allison at some point, he was determined to give the older woman some pleasure. "Come here," he gasped, grabbing at Nadine's hip. Nadine, surprised, shifted her ass in his direction -- but he kept pulling, grabbing her hip for purchase. "Straddle," he gasped. Nadine wasn't likely to argue; if he wanted to stick his tongue in her, she was all for it! She moved to straddle his head and settled gently over his face until he could bring his tongue to bear.
Jason liked eating pussy; the smell made him steel hard -- which improved Allison's ride, because she was kinking him a bit on occasion and the pain was making him a little lank. Firmed up, he left her no options in that area; she was up and down on him, not back and forth, and it was better for both of them!
In the meantime, Jason took no prisoners; he sucked in Nadine's clitoral hood between his lips and started wailing on the nerve bundle beneath with his tongue!
Nadine's eyes popped! "Woo hoo! Gawd, Honey! I had no idea you were a lapper! Oh, Baby! Shit!" She quivered and braced her hands on her thighs, leaning forward to rest her head on Allison's bouncing shoulder. "Gawd, Honey!" she gasped, "He's got a tongue to die for!"
"You should... try... THIS!" Allison gasped. She was cherry red from her hairline to the tips of her breasts, and seeing everything through a haze as every bounce brought her closer to orgasm. She braced her hands against Nadine's forearms, which steadied things, using that grip and where Nadine's face burrowed into her shoulder as a brace point while she hurtled up and down Jason's hot, hard shaft!
"Ahhhgh! Shit...! Shit...!" Jason's direct attack on her clitoris was more than Nadine could tolerate -- but she couldn't bring herself to escape it! She started shaking like a leaf as orgasm overcame her. Mindlessly, she started sucking Allison's neck...
Allison EXPLODED! "AAAIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm she'd been chasing turned at bay and attacked her! Nadine's lips on her neck triggered an absolute explosion of pleasure that overwhelmed her and sent her out of control, both physically and mentally. While surging upward at the apex of her peak, her right leg collapsed and she fell sideways, dragging Nadine with her by the grip she had on her arms. Nadine, who was beyond orgasm and headed for overload, went right over without resistance, breaking the connection with Jason's lips and tongue that had her paralyzed.
This situation, however, left Jason out of contact with wet pussy on both ends -- an undesirable situation! "Fuck!" Jason howled, surging up. There were two women crashed on the bed on their sides, facing one another -- and neither of them seemed to have her shit together. Jason needed a cunt to plug into -- yesterday, preferably -- and he made a hip-shoot call... 'I've had the white one...' Arousal lent him superhuman strength; he rolled Nadine up onto her knees -- rolling Allison onto her back in the process -- hauled her hips up, and slid home in her juicy cunt!
"OH GAWD DAMN!" Nadine, who had been crawling back from the edge of consciousness, got a jolt -- BANG! -- She was impaled! Her eyes popped! Where the fuck had that dick come from? Taking note of her surroundings, she found herself draped over an equally surprised Allison -- and Jason was pounding away at her over-stimulated twat like there was no tomorrow!
"You kissed me!" Allison gasped, wide-eyed, "On the neck!"
"Didn't... mean to..." Nadine grunted. "I was... cumming..." Then she grinned, "Besides... you liked it!"
"It's FINE!" Jason puffed. "Don't distract me! Don't distract HER!" They could sort out who was a lesbian later, after he was done fucking! Inspiration struck. "Shit, get even! Chew a nipple!" Allison flinched in shock, but Jason wasn't having any, "DO IT!"
Allison, overawed by the raw power in his voice, scooted down a bit, collected a swinging breast, and started chewing the nipple. Nadine groaned and started lunging back at Jason, "Aw, FUCK, Honey! You're a wild man! Goddamn!" Pleasure flashed everywhere!
Nadine was no stranger to dick; she'd had her boys and then gotten divorced, and fell into construction while looking for a way to support them. The trades had been good to her; she went about things in a no-nonsense manner and was accepted as one of the boys -- except that she wasn't. Periodically, after a beer bust or a night of cards, they would all remember that when she let her hair down for one of the boys -- or two, or three, depending... She would get her fill and that would handle the itch for a while -- and something about her manner kept the boys from getting all confused as to her status in between.
So she'd been manhandled before -- and had had any number of stubby fingers in her twat -- and had been pounded by experts. But she hadn't expected that shit from this fresh-faced kid! And the tongue! Gawd! The boys generally avoided putting face to gash -- and she'd never had reason to complain about it -- but THIS kid! Woo hoo! "Fuck me, Honey! Aw, shit -- I'm gonna cum again! JEEZUS! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Her arms gave out and she flopped forward, collapsing atop Allison -- except for her ass, which was very firmly in Jason's grip!
Allison scooted back up where she could get air -- which left Nadine lying with her head on her chest. Jason swatted Nadine on the ass and panted, "Give back!" and Nadine wrapped her lips around a nipple without a quibble.
Allison was scandalized -- but it DID feel good... Jason seemed to want it, so she couldn't get too upset about it...
Jason had no attention span left for anything but his approaching climax. Nadine with her lips wrapped around Allison's nipple was a nice visual, but that was all there was to it; he had six strokes left... five... four... "AW, FUUUUCK!!!!" He jammed himself in deep and flooded Nadine's cunt, moving around just enough to maximize his enjoyment while his cock pulsed his juice into her. "DAMN!"
Nadine looked up at Allison, "Honey, we're gonna have our hands full!" Then she went back to the nipple -- more as harassment than anything else.
Allison, instantly uncomfortable, began to struggle. "Aw, come on!" Jason grunted, "Didn't you do slumber parties?"
"Not THAT kind!" Allison retorted.
"I did," Nadine murmured. "It didn't hurt anything..."
"Does it really bother you?" Jason asked.
"Well..." Allison watched Jason anxiously for a clue.
"A little girlie stuff doesn't make you a lesbian," Nadine insisted. "Both of us have had dick tonight -- would anything else replace it?"
"Well, no..." Allison was STILL watching Jason.
"Okay, then." Jason closed the subject. "I need to lie down. Is there some kind of alarm clock?"
"What time do you wish to awaken?" An AI asked, causing them all to jump.
"No fucking privacy," Nadine muttered.
"Well, the girls won't have to dress," Jason grinned at them. "An hour before breakfast."
"Okay, one of you on either side..." Jason proceeded to get comfortable.
For Sandrine, things were different, but not necessarily exciting. She'd taken Brad to bed in the afternoon, and while she was pleased with the result, she saw no need to repeat the exercise right away. Given the stresses of getting the children settled in a strange place, Brad and Barbara had their hands full, and didn't bother to reaffirm their own relationship in the wake of the event. Barbara, exhausted by the stresses of the day, gave very little thought to her new position as the bottom female on the totem pole.
Positions in Mike Fisher's little family were clear -- or, most of them were. Linda wasn't up to going toe to toe with Jolene -- that was more or less a given at the outset. But Jolene had some bad habits...
Pete, having had the interview with Jolene's mother, felt it necessary during the sponsor briefing to advise Mike, "Be tough with her -- REAL tough! Her own mother said she would benefit from being slapped around!" It didn't seem to sink in; privately, Pete figured that Jolene was going out an airlock.
The trouble started as soon as they returned to the pod. "Why don't you put the kids to bed?" Mike suggested.
Jolene wrinkled her nose. "Kids ain't going to bed! Shit, they'll all probably try to stay up to midnight, what with all the excitement! Broaddus is gonna need to eat again. Linda, where is all that baby shit? Broaddus is still in diapers -- well, them diaper pants, anyway..." She wandered off basically ignoring Mike, who stood there looking irritated.
The exchange highlighted the difference between the women; Linda cringed at the look on Mike's face. Mike told her, "Put Tommy to bed and come back," -- and she was outta there!
Mike turned to Tyrone. "You've seen your room -- want to go there?"
"I'll stay here." Tyrone's sly grin said he was there for the entertainment. Mike frowned. But Nishelle was rubbing her eyes. Mike squatted and addressed her, "Are you sleepy, Honey?" Nishelle nodded solemnly and took Mikes hand willingly. Mike didn't know whether she was used to being bathed or washed before bed, so he just left her in her undershirt and panties and tucked her in, then headed back downstairs.
Ten minutes later, Jolene came back downstairs; Broaddus wasn't with her. "Where's Nishelle?"
"I put her to bed."
"Oh, so now you know all about child care, do ya?" Jolene snapped, hands on hips. "These are MY kids and..."
"AI, erect a field between us. Damp the sound from that side," Mike directed.
Jolene stopped yammering, touched the slightly shimmering wall, then got REALLY angry! "You sumbitch! What the fuck..."
Mike just stood there, looking at her; he couldn't hear a thing. "Move the field one meter toward the wall."
The AI complied; the field bumped Jolene, pushing her backward. "Hey! You can't do that!" Jolene ranted -- but she was rattled.
Tyrone was on Jolene's side of the field. "Partition the field between Jolene and Tyrone and restore sound transmission on Tyrone's side," Mike directed, then addressed Tyrone, "About your room..."
Tyrone rubbed his nose. "I think maybe I wanna go up there now."
"Good plan," Mike agreed, and directed the AI, "Drop the field around Tyrone." Tyrone stepped carefully through what had been a barrier and Mike added, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Tyrone trotted to the grav lift, only glancing back at his mother as he stepped onto the pad. The look was clear; it conveyed 'Now you've done it,' totally without words. Then he was gone.
"Retract the field another fifty centimeters," Mike directed. The field again retracted, zapping Jolene in the process. Things were starting to get tight in her impromptu cage, and Jolene was starting to look desperate. "Shrink partitions to Jolene's left and right to fifty centimeters. Can she hear me?"
"Sound transmission is one way," the AI reported.
"Shut up!" Mike ordered Jolene. Her mouth kept moving, although the expression on her face wasn't anger any more. Fear and desperation were ascendant. "Blank sound from this end for a moment, while I give you instructions," Mike directed.
"Sound transmission is blocked."
"Create a ceiling on the area containing Jolene," Mike directed. "Extend things this direction enough that she can operate on her hands and knees, then start lowering the top field slowly, forcing her into position."
Mike thought about it. "One-half centimeter a second. Halve the speed if I ask for you to slow down. Resume sound transmission one way." In a lilting voice, he ordered, "Shut up, Jolene..." -- knowing she wouldn't. In fact, after a moment, when the lid on her little box started pressing her toward the floor, she started screaming, not that anyone could hear anything.
Forty seconds later, she was on her hands and knees -- and hysterical. "Jolene!" Mike roared, "SHUT UP!" She settled back to a sniffle and Mike told her, "I'll let you talk if you can control yourself, understand? Nod." Jolene nodded. "First," he continued, "You are going to listen to me! Those kids are mine now, too -- I didn't make them, but they're my responsibility. In fact, they're my responsibility even if I toss you out an airlock -- did you get that in the briefings?"
Jolene assumed an expression of disbelief. Mike sighed. "Turn on the sound," he told the AI, then, "Go ahead, say it..."
"You can't really do that..." Jolene demurred.
Pete had given Mike a tool for this... "AI, display the sequence of events beginning with when that woman Phyllis went postal at dinner for Jolene."
"Please clarify. What is 'went postal?'" the AI asked.
"When she had that fit." Mike remembered Pete's terminology. "We need to see the disposal sequence."
A holographic display flickered to life in a position convenient to both viewers. They watched Phyllis' outburst, and her being incapacitated by the stinger, then two crewmen collected her unconscious body and placed it on a floating stretcher. Jolene had seen this in person -- but not the continuation of the sequence beyond line of sight. The two crewmen took Phyllis up the corridor and through a hatch to another portion of the ship, up a catwalk over a large open tube -- and they flipped the stretcher, causing the woman's body to fall into the tube.
"Omigawd!" Jolene gasped. "They just... dumped her! Where does that thing go?"
"That is the raw materials input for a large replication unit," the AI answered. "It is simpler to recreate organic molecules if the input materials are also organic. The subject was reduced to its component molecules for use in replication of other organic substances. You humans call this recycling."
"Oh, fuck!" Jolene gasped, horrified. Linda fell to her knees and vomited on the floor.
"So..." Mike turned to Jolene. "Won't? Maybe. Can't? Don't bet on it!"
Jolene, fearful and penitent, looked up at Mike. "Just beat me or something, okay? Break a leg -- maybe you want to hit me in the mouth? I'm real sorry -- I just get going, and..."
"Drop the fields," Mike told the AI. "Jolene, if you argue with me because I'm wrong, that's fine -- but if you argue with me to see who's in charge, I'm gonna stick you in a box so small you'll be chewing on your kneecaps and leave you there until you piss yourself -- understand? Now help Linda clean up this mess -- you helped cause it! I'm going to bed!" Mike took three steps, turned back and added, "and if I manage to go to sleep without my cock soaking in someplace warm and wet, I'm gonna find the most uncomfortable hole on you to bury it in tomorrow morning!"
"Shit," Jolene grunted. "Linda, Honey, go wash your face and sit on his dick -- I'll clean this up..."
"He wouldn't, really...?" Linda wrung her hands.
"You're safe, I figure -- he's basically a nice guy," Jolene replied. "I'm stupid, though... I'm not gonna like it, but if you see me fucking up, say something, willya?"
"Okay." The look on Linda's face said that she wouldn't relish the probable response -- and therefore probably wouldn't involve herself.
Jolene sighed; Linda would probably be no help. "Go wash your face and do something for him -- blow him, fuck him, SOMETHING! He's kinda pissed and we want to make him happy, okay?"
"Okay." Linda nodded, swallowed, and headed off.
Jolene eyed the pool of vomit. "Now, how do I clean this?"
"It will be absorbed into the flooring within thirty-six hours, but there would be considerable olfactory impingement if you used that method."
"Yeah. So, what are my other options?" It turned out that a device that combined a wet-vac and a mop was available. The AI talked Jolene through using it and a deodorizer to deal with the mess.
Meanwhile, Linda made her presence known in the master suite. "Um, Mike? What can I do for you?"
"Blow me, I guess. You suck, don't you?"
"Climb up here, then."
Linda did suck -- but like everything else she did, apparently, it was so-so. Mike was irritated and she was in the right place at the wrong time, so he used her, holding her head and fucking her mouth. She was choking and gagging when Jolene came into the room. "Mike, stop it. Linda, roll off -- it's me he wants to fuck over, and I'm here to take it."
"You still think you're running things," Mike grunted.
"No, not really -- it's just not fair for you to fuck her over 'cause you're pissed at me. You'll mess her the fuck up, for one thing; she's already scared to death of you. I'm just tellin' you that it ain't smart."
Mike grunted. "All right." He let go of Linda's head. "Sorry, Linda. You need to work on your sucking, though, unless you're a lot better at fucking." He patted the bed. "Come up here beside me." He just looked at Jolene; she tossed off her shift and climbed up between his legs, taking his cock in her hands. Mike put both hands on her head and Jolene knew the next act wasn't going to be pleasant.
It wasn't -- but at least Jolene had given throat before. She choked and gagged and drooled -- and Mike would stop her to lick the mess off his balls, periodically. It appeared that the only moderating influence on Mike was Linda's gasps and shudders of horror. It ALSO became apparent fairly quickly, that Mike was NOT going to get an orgasm from this particular blow job. This was punishment -- and everyone present knew it.
Mike kept it up for about ten minutes -- until he couldn't stand to hear Linda's quiet sobs any more. Jolene was right; his mistreatment of either of them affected Linda deeply. Letting Jolene up, he growled, "Remember who ELSE you fuck over when you make me punish you!" then turned to Linda, saying, "Shhhh, it's over..." and hauling her soft body against him. "I'm not generally a bastard -- Jolene just brings out the worst in me."
Jolene wiped her mouth, crawled up behind Linda, and croaked, "He's right -- and I deserved that. Next time, maybe you won't have to be there." She kneaded Linda's shoulder.
"It was ugly," Linda blubbered. "Sex shouldn't be ugly."
"Sometimes it's just sex," Mike replied, "and sometimes, it's something else. Has it always been good for you?"
"No," Linda admitted. Her missing boyfriend, Tommy's father -- coincidentally named Michael -- hadn't been the type to remain gainfully employed or otherwise dependable. He'd been a musician -- a free spirit. Or, if you listened to Linda's father, a worthless, sorry-assed oxygen thief... When she'd turned up pregnant and her father had kicked her out, he'd moved her into his trailer and things had been wonderful for a while -- until the money ran out. Then things started happening: Things disappeared, and strange guys started hanging around. They'd had nothing but each other -- which unfortunately translated to he had nothing but her. She remembered the first time he'd pitched it: "Look, Jerry's gonna put us on the street if I don't give him a few bucks. I know Al -- he's an okay guy. It'll be fine -- just close your eyes and pretend it's me." But it wasn't him; Al wasn't him, and John wasn't him and black guys weren't him and the Puerto Rican guy who wanted his pot money wasn't him... Frankly, she forgot exactly how Michael did it -- and he wasn't providing any reminders! Then she'd missed her period again... "No, not always."
"We'll try not to do ugly -- won't we, Jolene?" Mike pressed.
"Yeah, I'll be good, okay?" Jolene promised. It was for both of them, as intended.
"So, about sex," Mike muttered.
Linda, accidentally primed for it, started blubbering.
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