Chapter 24

In the living room, Damian scattered the guys onto the available furniture -- Hank and himself on separate ends of the couch, Toby in an armchair. Randy and Brie settled on the other available chair, Brie on Randy's lap. Alyssa, of course, HAD no chair... "So, you feelin' like that ass of yours is hangin' open?" Damian asked her.

Alyssa nodded, wide-eyed. "Yes."

Damian snickered. "You're gonna thank me." He produced a bottle of lubricant and three dice. "We're gonna play a game. This red die," he brandished it, "is which one of us you're gonna have sex with. If it's a one, it's me. If it's a two, it's Hank over there. And if it's a three, it's Toby."

"What happens if it's a four?" Alyssa asked.

Damian grinned like a shark. "You get to double up!" Alyssa's eyes bugged. "No, not like that!" Damian laughed. "If you get a four, it's me and this!" He brandished a small vibrator. "Five, Hank and the vibe. Six oughta be obvious, right?"

Alyssa nodded, silent. 'Now what?'

"Okay, the white die," Damian continued. "That's for holes. One and four are your mouth. Two and five are your ass -- and three and six are your pussy." He beamed. "I TOLD you that you'd thank me!"

"M-my ass?"

"Yep." Damian nodded. "Now we get to the good part. The third die -- this blue one -- is how many minutes you have to go. One is one minute; six is six minutes. Sound like fun?"

"H--how long are we gonna play?" Alyssa asked.

Damian shrugged. "Until I get tired. You're gonna be exhausted." He looked around. "Hey, Brie -- close the curtains, willya? Your sister is naked."

Brie hopped up and did as she was told. In the meantime, Damian continued, "We're gonna make a movie, but you shouldn't worry about that. You need to have fun -- you know why?"

"No."

"Because we all three have to cum -- and if you're going at things like you're going to a funeral, it could take us a LONG time!" Damian announced. "Ready?" He threw the dice onto the coffee table.

Four-five-three. "Looks like you're gonna need this lube," Damian grunted.

"Umm, I don't..." Alyssa couldn't put the pieces together to save her soul.

Damian grinned. "It's kinda like the game 'Clue.' In this case, it's me and the vibe, me in your ass, for three minutes."

"Damian, please! I'll do..."

"Anything? Damned straight you will -- starting with this!" Damian grated "Now don't piss me off or I'll pull the lube!"

"Yes, Damian." It was the only available answer, obviously. "How?"

"Lube me up," Damian directed, kicking out of his inevitable pair of sweatpants. "Then we'll figure something out. You're probably going to sit on it. The three minutes don't start until I'm in. Toby, you get the video. Rain Man, you got a watch?"

"Yeah."

"I'll let you know when to start timing." Turning to Alyssa, he handed her the lube bottle. "Here. You're gonna have to get me stiff, first, obviously. Maybe you want to suck a little? It doesn't count, though."

"Yes, Damian." Alyssa knelt before her tormentor. His cock was erect, but didn't seem to be fully fluffed out. She grasped it gently and jacked it -- yeah, it was going to have to get stiffer. She jacked it a bit more and then gingerly lowered her lips over the tip.

Damian hissed, but grunted, "I hope you remember more about blowing a guy than what you're showing -- it could be a long afternoon if you don't!" Alyssa got serious about what she was doing and Damian settled back. "Just get it hard, Babe -- remember, it's headed elsewhere for score. Why don't you lube it up?"

Alyssa popped up. "Okay." This was her third suck, but the cock was familiar and she remembered the techniques with confidence. Hopefully, when she had to get serious about it, she would be successful. She collected the lube and started delivering it, stroking him with the sticky goo, spreading it on liberally.

"Okay, Babe, turn around here and show me that ass..." Damian directed. He grabbed the bottle and put a glob of lube on his finger and worked it into her sphincter. "I don't know any tricks, but you need to loosen up, or this is gonna hurt -- and that's not really the purpose of the exercise." Toby was up and moving with the camera; Damian didn't have to say anything. Instead, he collected more lube and poked at her hole.

"That stuff dries," Toby pointed out. "Better hurry."

Damian nodded. "Okay, Babe. Look at the camera and say, 'Fuck me! Fuck my ass!' then let me control things while we get you settled. Do a little acting, now! Look like you mean it!"

"Okay." Alyssa was more interested in the act than in the silly stuff that went with it; she did as she was told, her attention more on what was about to happen than her script -- which was realistic, after all... "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

And then the fight began. The fact that it was quick didn't mean it wasn't sharp; Alyssa WAS an anal virgin, various pokes from Dirk notwithstanding. Alyssa felt what seemed to be Damian's fist at her portal and fought it, instinctively, but he was lubed and she was lubed, so there wasn't enough resistance in her. Besides, the enemas had worn her poor bung out... "UUUUNNNGH!!!" she grunted, and Damian's glans popped through.

"There you go, Babe!" Damian approved. "Sit on Big Daddy's cock..." He manipulated her ass, lifting and lowering her slowly, using her weight to impale her and then helping her up. Neither of them could have guessed how long it took her to get seated; it was probably less than two minutes, but it felt like longer to Damian and a LOT longer to Alyssa, who was teary-eyed and sniffling by the end. "Okay, I can't reach around, so, Hank, would you tickle her with this?" Damian held out the vibrator.

"Sure." Hank knelt up before the black girl and turned on the vibrator, then applied it to her clitoris.

"Three minutes, Rain Man. Ride me, Babe!" Damian directed -- and Alyssa began to tentatively move up and down.

It never got good, but it DID get tolerable -- and the vibrator had a lot to do with it. Alyssa slipped into another world, one where the piston in her ass belonged there and pleasure flowed from the buzzing object against her clit.

"Three minutes!" Randy announced, and Damian helped Alyssa get up off his spear. He hadn't cum -- it was just getting pleasant.

"Brie, could you run and get a washrag, Baby?" Damian asked. "Wet. And a dry towel." Brie was up like a shot. "That was pretty decent, Babe -- but I didn't shoot. Maybe next time..."

"Okay." Alyssa was let down, somewhat. Damian had SAID she would be exhausted, but she was ALREADY...

Brie came back with the washrag and the towel and immediately knelt before Damian to wash him. "Give that stuff to Alyssa, Sweetie," Damian prompted. "It's her job."

"But I want to do it!" Brie insisted.

"Yeah, but we're trying to teach your sister to do for others," Damian replied. "If you do it..."

"Awwww!" Brie was visibly angry.

"Okay, I'll think about letting you trade off or something, for Christ's sake!" Damian grunted, exasperated. "THIS time, though, let your sister do it. It's important that she get it done right, since she won't like it if it isn't and she has to give me a blowjob..."

That seemed to put things in a whole new light for Brie. "Here you go, Sissy!" she said, jauntily handing the cleaning materials to Alyssa. "Be careful, now! That'd be NASTY!" A malicious gleam suffused her features.

Alyssa took the rag and towel without comment and proceeded to clean Damian VERY thoroughly. Everybody seemed to be lining up to kick her while she was down... Damian added to things by muttering "Now suck it a little," when she was finished. Alyssa gingerly did as she was told; thankfully, she'd done a good job -- although after the enemas she didn't figure her insides could be any too dirty...

"All RIGHT!" Damian announced. "On to Round Two!" He snatched up the dice and rolled them again.

The dice came up two-three-six. "Hank, you're up. Bend her over something and do a good job -- she needs a win, here."

Hank nodded. "The couch arm?"

"Cool." Damian waved Toby and Hank over while instructing Alyssa, "Make yourself comfortable over the couch arm, Babe." When they were close, Damian whispered, "Get her off if you can. Get yourself off if you can. Keep an eye on Toby -- he has this sixth sense and can help you get her there if you follow instructions."

"Really?" Hank blinked. "How?"

Toby shrugged. "I watch their faces. You'd be amazed. I got this video on it."

"Cool." Hank nodded and headed off.

Toby frowned at Damian, who muttered, "Okay, tell him it's all bullshit, later. I want her to cum."

"Right. I'm videoing?" Toby grunted, still displeased.

"Yeah," Damian agreed. "Start out behind." He walked over to where Hank was running his fingers through Alyssa's pussy lips. "Okay, Babe -- more acting. I want you to turn your head and look over your shoulder and say, 'Fuck me with that big white dick!' Lon's gonna LOVE that!" He grinned from ear to ear. "Be convincing, now..."

Alyssa blinked, caught unprepared. Was Damian serious? Yeah, apparently... She glanced over at Brie who was eyeing Hank's erection with eyes that glowed. Well, maybe they were BOTH right! Turning, she locked eyes with Hank -- who was just about the ugliest guy she'd ever seen -- and husked, "Fuck me with that big white dick!"

"Anything you say!" Hank ad-libbed, and nosed his cock against her hole. She wasn't tremendously wet, so Toby mimed tickling her clitoris when he picked up the discomfort. Hank nodded and paused, maintaining some pressure on her opening while he reached under to rub at her clitoral hood.

"Oh!" Alyssa was taken by surprise; she wasn't quite fighting the penetration -- her body was, but her head wanted it over with. She wasn't prepared for the assistance, but it was VERY welcome. She spread her stance so Hank could get at her better and bit her lip to stifle the grunt of pleasure that his fingers sparked in her. After three or four strokes, she could FEEL a wash of her fluids gather inside her and flow toward her opening.

Moments later, Hank's patience in not jamming his cock into Alyssa was rewarded; her opening flowered open some, allowing a bit of forward movement without excessive force. Hank took the ground given, backed up a bit, and pressed forward again -- and his glans popped through to wedge in her opening. He proceeded to rock -- not moving a whole lot, but imparting sensations to both of them.

Alyssa's face took on an expression of aroused introspection; her whole attention was centered on the cock in her pussy and the fingers still toying with her clit. Suddenly, she needed more air...

Toby nodded and made a gesture indicating to Hank that he could press things somewhat -- not that Hank didn't already realize it. He began lengthening his strokes and increasing his penetration. Damian, watching, made the call, "Rain Man, the clock's running..." Randy nodded.

Hank had to stop diddling Alyssa's clit; he was hitting bottom, now, and there was no room for his arm. "If you need to play with your clit, you can," he announced.

"O -- o -- okay..." It didn't seem necessary. Another big cock... 'This Hank guy might be ugly, but his cock is sure nice!' Alyssa thought. She arched her back to get more pressure on her clit from his impacts. Again, as before, Dirk wasn't in competition; she didn't have to worry about this guy just wandering off or missing -- he was a much better match, anatomically. She stared across the room with glazed eyes as the other subject of that thought process wandered in, examined the situation, settled beside Brie and started licking his balls. Brie giggled.

Alyssa was conditioned to short-buildup orgasms -- you got somewhere around three minutes with Dirk, max. Hank was doing better in the first place; orgasm rose up and smacked her at about two minutes in without any warning whatsoever, "Oh! Oh! Ogod! Oh! GAWD! OMIGAWD! AAAAUUUUGGHHH!!!"

Damian nodded approval. "One down..."

Hank's eyes popped. "Holy shit!" He ground his teeth, trying to hold out. Somehow, he managed -- largely because Alyssa relaxed after her orgasm and loosened up. But the respite was momentary; he wouldn't last much longer. Thirty seconds later, Hank lost it and buried his cock in Alyssa's cunt, blasting a fresh load of semen into her.

Randy looked up, "Jeez, that was quick! Does he go for seconds?"

Damian laughed. "Nah. He'll need it later. And Alyssa has other places to go." He reached for the dice. "How you doin' Babe? Have a good time?" He caught her chin -- something easy to do since he was sitting there on the couch.

"I... Yes." Alyssa looked away.

"Good. Part of this is you realizing that it isn't a fate worse than death," Damian advised, turning her back to face him. "On with the show..." He let go, shifted the dice from his left hand to his right, and let fly.

The dice came up four-four-three. "Me again, and Mr. Vibrator. You get to practice your blow jobs for three minutes. Somebody want to handle the vibe?"

"Can I?" Brie asked.

Damian thought about it. "Sorry, um, Cheesecake. The problem here is that you can't be in the movie. This flick is supposed to be embarrassing and humiliating, not illegal. You understand?"

Brie looked crestfallen. "Yeah."

"We're gonna do something for you before we leave -- I promise."

"Okay. You promised!"

"Let's see.... Randy ain't smart -- too close to being incest," Damian mused. "Toby's got the cam... I think it's you again, Hank."

"Yeah? Hey, no sweat..."

"Come on, Babe. On your knees in front of me. Give the camera some hot eyes and ask me real pretty if you can blow me."

Toby took the cue and ran with it, moving around behind the couch. Alyssa circled around, knelt, and delivered as requested, "Mmmmm, can I please suck your cock?"

"Sure you can, Babe," Damian replied magnanimously, "See if you can get a load!"

Alyssa, fully into the game, went to work. Hank crawled up behind her and pressed the vibrator to her clitoris and began moving it around; Alyssa, already having cum once, had no problem getting into it -- but she knew that Damian had to come first. This was difficult; she found herself whining around his erection as she tried to suck it, "Mmmm. Oooogh. Mmmmm. Mmmph." Nonetheless, she worked hard at it -- but three minutes just wasn't enough time...

"Time!" Randy yelled. Hank pulled the vibrator away.

"Mmmph! Noooo!" Alyssa wailed.

Damian, divining the fact that Alyssa's wail was based as much on the fact that the vibrator had gotten her close as the lost opportunity to produce an orgasm in him, chuckled. "Sorry about that -- better luck next time. Fortunately for you, next time is... now!" He snatched up the dice and rolled them.

They came up six-two-five. "Another ass party -- with Toby!" Damian made a comic grimace. "The good news -- more vibe time..."

Alyssa raised a hesitant hand, "Can I use my fingers? The vibrator is making me kind of jittery..."

Damian settled back, poker-faced. "Yeah, that's a legal substitution. In fact, I'll go you one better. How about I give you a tongue ride?"

"Really?" Alyssa went wide-eyed in shock! This was totally out of left field! "Uh, please?" Was he kidding?

"Sure..." Damian's tone said, 'Of course!' Turning to Toby, he said, "Doggy?" Toby nodded. "Okay, I'll settle on the bottom..." He pushed the coffee table over a bit and settled on the rug on his back. "Come here, Babe."

Wonder suffused Alyssa's features as she crawled atop Damian. Would she ever figure him out? He was a devil -- and then...

"Better lube him up good, Babe," Damian advised, "That thing came off a horse, I think." Alyssa blinked and hopped up to collect the lube bottle, then settled back above Damian.

Toby got out of his jeans; Brie's eyes popped. "WOW!" Toby merely smiled and presented his cock for Alyssa to lube -- which she did, VERY thoroughly. When she had done all that she could, he circled behind her and knelt up. "No comments now," Damian warned; he had an altogether too good view of the procedure. Toby just chuckled. Damian waved him closer; "We want this to work, if possible," he whispered. Toby nodded.

The act that followed might have worked, one way or another, without Toby's special abilities, but their presence optimized it. Damian started tonguing Alyssa's clitoris even before Toby started pressing against her anus on the theory that it would help her deal with things -- and it did. Toby stopped to finger her with lubed fingers, but she was already lubricated and her sphincter had been recently defeated, so the effects were limited; in fact, she took a finger without problems. Two fingers weren't as easy, but they proved thoroughly possible, which raised Alyssa's confidence. Finally, he posed his probe at the entrance to her bowel and pressed through, moving rapidly to take advantage of her relaxation.

Surprise won the day; he was glans deep before she realized it. After that, gentle rocking led to longer strokes, the whole thing eased by Damian's earlier penetration.

For Alyssa, the whole thing was definitely easier than the last time -- and she knew that the previous experience had a lot to do with it. Damian's lips and tongue on her pussy helped, too -- a LOT! With that stimulation available, getting fucked in the ass wasn't tremendously different than being fucked in her pussy! Oh, yeah, it WAS different -- but her bung was handling it, and while the invasion location was definitely different and definitely FELT different, it wasn't BAD...

Damian's mouth was busy, so he didn't tell Randy to start the time; instead, he made a whirling motion with his hand. "Got it!" Randy yelled, "Five minutes!" Hank had taken the camera handoff. "She didn't ask..." he mumbled.

"It's okay," Alyssa grunted. "I'll... fix it..." Damian rubbed her thigh in acknowledgement. Toby set up a rhythm based upon what she could take comfortably and Alyssa started grunting as she took his strokes, "Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uhng...Huh...Huh..." Her level of arousal surprised her; Damian's technique was at least as good as Maddie's or Brenda's and the big cock sliding in and out of her ass didn't hurt, really... Actually, it was starting to feel good!

Toby, taking in her sensations, dribbled a bit more lube on the top of his cock to keep the friction from her anus from becoming irritating to either of them. Yeah, she was coming along fine; he even knew when she was planning to handle the speech requirement -- and he agreed with her that it would be more dramatic if she was approaching orgasm, so he continued to tune things...

The realization that an orgasm was possible from this fed the fire, boosting Alyssa to the point where she was within reach, "Oh! Oh! Ogod! Yes! Uhngh!" Now was the time; she released the thought and let her mouth run with it, "Ogod! Fuck me! Fuck my ass with that big white cock! Gawd!"

Damian grinned and sucked her clitoris between his lips and started drubbing it with his tongue. Alyssa lit off immediately, wailing, "OOOOHHH!!! GAAAAAAWWD!!! FUUUUUUCK!!" throwing her head back, eyes wide, a great shot for the camera. Her stomach clenched, her pussy clenched -- and her ass clenched, rhythmically, as she rode out her climax, giving Toby pleasure. When she slumped in post-orgasmic recovery, Damian whispered to Toby, "Now get yours, if you can..."

Toby grunted, "She's all loose and sloppy, now -- I think we used too much lube."

"Swat her on the ass -- make her work it," Damian advised, then he poked Alyssa in the side, "Hey! You ain't done here! Work it! Give the man a cum!"

"Yes, Damian!" Alyssa went to work, clamping down on Toby rhythmically. She did something else, too -- something surprising. She sucked in Damian's cock and started licking and loving it!

"Well, well!" Damian muttered. "Guess I'd better go back to work..." He resumed lapping her pussy.

Toby started getting close. Alyssa was totally into it, now, like a switch had flipped. She wasn't doing anything because she had to -- everything was an honest effort to bring pleasure to herself and others. This was a background for Toby's own pleasure to build against, and he was approaching orgasm rapidly.

It wasn't rapidly enough, however; time was running out. Randy eyed his watch, worried. "Are you close, Man?" he asked Toby.

"Yesss, "Toby gasped. He was VERY close... Randy made a judgement call and said nothing as his watch flicked past the five minute mark.

Ten seconds later, Toby grunted, "NOW! NOW! NOW!!" and slammed himself into Alyssa, shooting thick spurts of semen into her colon. Damian took the cue and sucked in Alyssa's clit and started abusing it again, the suction from his lips engorging it even more fully with blood.

Alyssa was trapped between what was being done to her and the bleed-over from Toby's mental state. Orgasm arrived without warning; she screamed around Damian's cock, wailing out her pleasure. Randy nodded to himself, watching the trio. "Perfect." Brie eyed him sidelong, grinning, having figured out what he'd done.

Toby backed out of Alyssa and she threw herself to the side to get off of Damian. Everyone took a moment to get their breath, then Alyssa hauled herself around to face Damian. "Can we do it now?" she begged. "Just us? I'll be good."

Damian eyed her; he knew that she meant more than just 'I'll be good while we fuck.' He flicked a glance at Toby, who nodded. "Sure, Babe. Go upstairs; I'll be right along." Alyssa got up and hobbled toward the stairs. "Okay, guys, game over," he announced. "Toby?" He waved him in close. "How's she doing?"

"You made a serious dent in her, especially this last round," Toby murmured.

"So...."

"Show her a good time and she'll follow you like a puppy," Toby clarified. "Remember, though, you're molding her to you. The nicer you are on this pass, the deeper she'll be into you. You really need to think about that. If you treat her like she's disposable, well, it might seem mean, but she'll maintain some independence. If you're gentle with her, she's gonna want a relationship."

"I'll still be in charge, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Right now, you are the dude that provides her with both sides of the coin. That won't change -- but her level of motivation to get the good stuff will vary based on what you give her." He thought a moment. "The minimum is that she'll do what she's told because she's scared to death of you, but she doesn't expect much. That's what you'll get if you go up there and fuck her like a cheap slut -- if you're rough with her and get yours and show her no mercy. The far side is what Lon has with Sally -- Sally would fuck the football team if Lon told her to, then curl up at his feet and purr. You go gentle with her and get her off a couple of times and that's how Alyssa will act. That's what she just asked you for. I know you kind of waved it in front of her before; well, now she wants it."

Damian nodded. "Awright." Raising his voice, he continued, "I promised little Cheesecake, there, a cleanup. Will you let her play?"

"Yeah, as long as she behaves herself," Toby grinned.

"Awright, go for it," Damian waved her in. "With any luck, I'll get a chance to fix you up with something more -- we'll see, okay?"

"Okay!" Brie ran for the bathroom to re-warm the wet washrag.

"I'll be back in a while," Damian announced.

"Do you know what you're gonna do?" Toby asked.

"No." Damian grabbed his clothes and headed for the stairs.

Alyssa was sitting on her bed, still nude. Damian sat down beside her. "I'm thinkin' we need to go over the rules again."

"Okay." Alyssa was diffident.

"We ain't exclusive. I have a couple of older bitches I'm keeping in line and we got that shitload of your girlfriends coming and who knows what else. And you fuck who I say when I say where I say and how I say, got it?"

"Yes, Damian."

"In public, you're my bitch; that's the official story, outside the group. And there ain't no unofficial story -- I catch you running your mouth outside the group and you'll wish you'd never been born! I'll sell your ass AND the video to a pimp for a sideshow!"

"Yes, Damian."

"Inside the group they'll know better -- and we've been over that. For now, you fuck anybody in the group that wants it. You suck dick, you eat pussy, whatever. You're a three-hole slut, understand?"

"Yes, Damian."

"You ain't Numero Uno or the head bitch or special or whatever until and unless I say you are -- and you got to earn it. You're just... the default, I guess. The thing we're doing in public don't buy you shit unless I say it does -- it's just that if my hand ain't on some other cunt's ass, it'll be squeezing YOUR big ass. If you fuck up or get stupid or stuck up, I'll be beating it, too! Understand?"

"Yes, Damian."

"Okay, flip side. If you're good, I won't generally be riding your ass for no reason. There ain't no such thing as fair, and I'll do what I feel like, but I got other bitches that need riding, so I don't figure I'll be going out of my way to find reasons to beat your ass. If you're good and -- shit, I dunno, make things good, I guess -- then they'll BE good and you'll know it, you know?"

"I--I think so..." Alyssa said uncertainly.

Damian thought about it. How far did he dare go? "Okay, lean over here and give me a tit." Alyssa presented one, and he collected it in his hand, squeezing it gently and rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I can be like this, or..." he squeezed it harshly, his grip suddenly crushing.

"Huuunh!" Alyssa gasped, tears sprouting in her eyes.

Damian let up. "I can be like that. And, you know, I'm not gonna be fair about it. But..." he cupped the breast, rubbing and squeezing gently, "if you're not fucking up, I don't see me doing a lot of that other thing." He pushed her back flat on the bed and draped himself atop her, "Besides, I like these things." He mauled them both, gently. "So why don't you kiss me some and we'll see if we can't figure out how you're gonna drain my balls?"

Downstairs, Brie was treating Toby's erection like it was some kind of treasure. "It's so... BIG!"

"Well, there are bigger out there," Toby replied, embarrassed.

"Well, maybe -- but why?" Brie asked innocently.

Toby shrugged; how did you answer that? "I dunno. It's not magical, though."

"It would kill me, but I wish..." Brie was virtually drooling.

"Wait a couple of years -- you'll get your chance," Toby chuckled.

Brie grabbed the towel and started wiping him off. "What do you think Damian is doing to Sissy?"

Toby shrugged. "I figure they're going to have sex... Yeah, I'm pretty sure..."

It had been a long day; Alyssa had been up and down -- mostly down. But there had been peaks, and Damian was offering another. He'd done bad things to her and indifferent things -- but he'd done good ones, too, and he had once again drawn very clearly the connection between bad behavior on her part and punishment. Now, they were up to something else; he couldn't seem to say anything positive, but there was an offer implied in all of the disclaimers, just as any fence encloses SOMETHING, even if it is just grass. Alyssa understood this clearly, and felt compelled to accept Damian's offer; why wasn't clear to her, but it had something to do with the power he held over her. It wasn't just that he could demand obedience from her -- certainly, he'd proven that he was able to coerce her to do just about anything -- no, it was something else. He chose to exercise that power instead of merely resorting to sweet reason or threats; if she stepped out of line, he punished her, terribly, without a lot of useless noise accompanying it. Paradoxically, that made her want to please him, to give of herself to him.

Right now was about pleasure; Damian's big hands were everywhere and so were his lips -- and Alyssa wanted them, a lot! Her asshole was sore and her left breast was recovering, but her pussy was just fine -- needy, in fact -- and Damian's big cock was grinding against her mound as he attacked her lips with his. His lips and his hands made demands, and Alyssa was happy to comply; this wasn't a date and she wasn't trying to prove she was a nice girl. Damian had made it clear what she was -- a three-hole slut -- and that pretty much put an end to any requirement for her to withhold herself from him in any way.

He shifted a bit and his cock poked at her already gaping pussy. "You want it?" he asked.

"Yes."

That was it; a second later, his cock was nosing between her folds. It was plain, old, missionary sex -- and it was absolutely wonderful! She put her feet flat on the bed on either side of his hips and he rocked himself into her, propped on his elbows, his hands holding her shoulders from below, still kissing her lips, her neck, her ears... She rubbed his back from his hips to his shoulders, moaning as his piston reamed her and his pubic bone bashed into her, firing her spark plug. It was good -- no, it was GREAT, actually -- and it kept building and building until she lost control and undulated against him, grunting and gasping out her climax, uncharacteristically not making much noise at all...

That didn't mean that Damian didn't know; her reactions were clear. He kept pounding, maintaining his rhythm, waiting until she relaxed to whisper to her, "Do that again for me."

"Yes, Damian!" Alyssa's voice was thick with passion. The switch was fully thrown; she would bear his children, if he would let her. Certainly, she would take his seed -- anywhere he chose to leave it. She rocked her pelvis up to meet his strokes, hunting for those flashes of pleasure the impacts of his pubis on her generated atop the happy friction of his cock against her inner walls. The pleasure escalated again, climbing, climbing -- until she was hanging from the flagpole at the peak, blown off her feet by the winds of arousal...

She convulsed, massively -- and Damian, who had been holding off as best he could, let go of his own grip on the explosion he was trying desperately to contain. "Fuck, Babe! Go! Go!" he grunted as he ground himself against her and his cock fired round after round of semen into her.

The feel of him filling her with his seed extended her peak into a plateau; she pulsed and undulated and surfed the wave of her climax for almost thirty seconds before the wave crashed onto the beach and left her there, once again on firm ground.

But she was still clutching her life preserver, her surfboard, her muscular source of all that was good AND evil in life, rubbing his muscular flanks and showering his face and neck with kisses. She couldn't help it, the joy of having him was too intense.

Damian sucked it up, trying not to let on too much how mutual the joy was. Alyssa was a silly bitch, sure -- with a big fat mouth and a big fat attitude to match her big fat titties and her big fat ass -- but there was something about her -- some spark, some signal that said she was able to provide some of the needs that he couldn't really describe, but he was looking for fulfillment of, anyway.

This, for instance. This was good -- VERY good. It wasn't just sex -- the sex part was over, for now. This was... something else... He got some of this from Candace, occasionally, but he had to pay for it every damned time; Alyssa, once broken in, wouldn't require that kind of maintenance. That was good news; putting his thumb on Candace was as hard on him as taking it was on her -- something no one seemed to realize, except maybe Beth... He rolled over, suddenly, pulling Alyssa with him so she would end up atop him; he wanted to play with big handfuls of that bubble butt of hers...