Chapter 10

There was a knock on the wall panel -- and Clint jumped a foot. It was time... He opened the upper hole the way Toby had shown him, staying out of visible range. There was a rustle of clothing, and there it was...

...Terence's cock, more than half-erect, in all its glory. Clint had picked up on Terence's interest -- and returned it -- but you couldn't exactly get deep into staring at a guy's cock in the showers... Here, on the other hand, it was up close and personal -- and very much 'in your face'!

Clint's pause to examine Terence's cock seemed to make him anxious, so Clint reached out to touch it -- immediately discovering that jacking someone else is a lot more awkward than jacking yourself! Anchoring his arm on the wall helped; he watched as Terence's glans appeared and disappeared in his foreskin in synchronization with his efforts...

Per Toby's guidance, Terence had knocked and bellied up to the hole when it opened -- and nothing much happened for several seconds. Terence flicked a glance at Toby and started to withdraw -- but a hand closed over his length and started jacking it -- clumsily at first, but improving rapidly. Terence settled back into position hoping that whoever was on the other side didn't REALLY intend to jack him off...

Clint didn't, but getting up the nerve to go 'all the way' was taking a little doing. It was one thing to think you might be gay -- and quite another to actually DO something homosexual! But he had a big, black cock in his hand -- and it was getting even bigger and firmer -- so it was time to put his money where his mouth was -- or maybe just his mouth... He leaned in and swiped Terence's glans with his tongue.

There was a grunt from outside as Clint taste-tested the result. It had a bit of a tang to it, but it wasn't anything too nasty -- in fact, it added something... While Clint turned this over in his head, a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Having done his initial analysis, Clint took another swipe, collecting the fluid -- which was instantly replaced. Pre-cum seemed to coat his tongue; it wasn't terribly flavorful, and in fact seemed to dull things, from a taste perspective. Time for a bit more... He moved in wrapping his lips around Terence's glans and sliding his tongue along his sensitive frenum.

Terence groaned. This was an odd blowjob, whoever it was behind there seemed to go back and forth between tentative and knowledgeable...

The reaction from the other side of the panel was all it took to commit Clint; he moved forward, rolling his lips over more of the stiff shaft, then backed off slowly until his lips passed the ridge of Terence's glans. There was a thump as Terence shifted his feet while plastering himself to the panel, and Clint took pleasure in the fact that he was getting a reaction. Encouraged, he started moving rhythmically, taking Terence in to a comfortable depth and withdrawing, excitement kindled in his belly.

Tad was lying on the table with a black chick knelt up over his upper thighs, giving him a back rub. She wasn't very professional, but he was DAMNED if he was going to complain! His cock was making a groove in the cushioned top, and he could swear that his thighs were getting wet from the snatch pressed against them...

Bobby's ass was in sight, bobbing up and down as he put the meat to some black chick. He seemed to have this total thing for her -- really weird... Hey, whatever... "Do you do fronts?" Toby asked the girl oiling his shoulders.

"Yes," came the quiet answer. Given what Trish was doing and what Damian had instructed, there could be no other answer...

"Whenever you're ready..."

Pete watched Tad through glazed eyes, largely because it gave him something other than the wall to look at. His cock was in a different place -- a Heavenly place where soft lips rode up and down it and a tongue washed the underside. Gentle fingers tickled his scrotum, adding to the effect of an incredible mouth. He figured he had seconds to go at best before he filled that mouth with cum...

When a black cock had popped through the hole, Brenda and Bonita had shared a glance and Brenda had taken it -- largely because Bonita had taken one look and determined that it wasn't Terence's. Although they hadn't discussed it, cock color wasn't an issue with either of them since their break-in, but Bonita was holding her self back to see if 'her man' was there and expecting her to service him. Brenda wasn't certain of Bonita's motivations, but she would take a cock if it was offered -- period -- and the training and motivation instilled by Toby left her both proficient and dedicated. Now, as her tongue told her that the cock sliding along it was going from stiff to rock-solid, she prepared to take the load...

"UUUUHHHHH!!!" Pete groaned as his balls drew up and his cock let go, firing a wad of seed at the back of Brenda's throat. If he'd have been outside of a mouth, the jet would have gone four or five feet before arcing to the ground, but inside Brenda's mouth there wasn't that kind of room, so it hit the back of her throat full-force, causing her to choke. Brenda backed off, coughing, and taking Pete's load on her face and neck. "Sorry!" she croaked when she could breathe again, then wrapped her lips around his still-pulsing member.

"AAAAHHH!" The feel of those soft lips on the highly sensitized head of Pete's cock was just incredible! It was almost like cumming again! "Jeez, that's fucking GREAT!" Brenda didn't say anything -- she merely continued to suckle and tease his meat.

Next door, Sally was teasing a second load out of Mark Torres. It was embarrassing how quickly lips on his cock made him blow, but the up-side was getting the second shot in, too. Sally had been surprised by the volume of the flood and how quickly it came; cum dripped from her chin onto her breasts as she continued to suck the hard if not impressively sized cock. 'Oh, well,' she thought, 'At least I'm naked...'

Meanwhile, Clint was totally zoned-out, sucking, sucking... He vaguely wished he could take in more, but knowing it was possible and doing it were two different things, so he did the best he could and hoped it was good enough. Cradling Terence's heavy balls, he tugged gently on his scrotum and massaged them with a hand before slipping a finger behind them to that line of flesh that eventually disappeared between Terence's butt-cheeks.

Clint got nowhere near Terence's asshole, but the touch on Terence's sensitive perineum drove him nuts! "AAAAHHH!! GODDDAMN! FUCK!" Terence didn't quite blow his wad before getting somewhat used to it, but it was a near thing; Clint backed off for a few seconds, then returned, causing another rolling flash of pleasure. Terence's knees started jumping, knocking on the panel as his control began to slip away. "Gonna shoot...!" he gasped.

Oddly, it wasn't until then that Clint realized that he was going to collect a mouthful of jism -- oh, he'd known it, academically, but it hadn't penetrated. He experienced a flash of panic, but HE wouldn't want somebody to back off HIS joint at the critical moment... He hung in there, continuing to suck as Terence's cock got thicker and stiffer, then spat seed, feeling the underside of Terence's shaft pulse on his tongue as it delivered the flood...

This was the flavor of success -- thick, chewy, a little meaty -- and hard to swallow. But the feeling of accomplishment that went with it made Clint wish he'd pulled out his meat and jacked off while he was doing it, because he KNEW he'd have blown his nut when Terence did! He milked and suckled the big trouser snake, wondering how he was going to keep Terence from knowing just by looking at him what he'd done...

Terence gave Toby a big thumbs-up as he staggered back from the hole. "Man, that was good shit! Any time you feel like doing THAT again..."

Clint was embarrassed, but he felt warm all over...

Meanwhile, Jiang Yi was getting a phone call. "Change of plan," Randy told her. "I'm pickin' you up at work. Put together a big-ass order of appetizers -- egg rolls, teriyaki, whatever -- enough for a dozen people or so. I'll be there at seven; you can go home with Sonya, later. Got all that?"

"Who do you think I am -- the maid?" Jiang Yi ranted. "Pizza delivery?"

"I think you're a slut who does what she's told!" Randy replied frigidly. He was pissed -- pissed at Trish, and MORE pissed at himself! If he wasn't careful, he'd lose the silly bitch to Bobby Beckwith, who was OBVIOUSLY hung up on her ass... "I've got YOUR dinner between my legs -- and if you fuck around and give me any more shit, I'll tape a poster-sized picture of you taking a dick on every store window for a block that says at the bottom, 'Have you fucked this woman?' Now do what the fuck you're told!"

Randy would have laughed at the way Jiang Yi's eyes popped at this outburst; all she managed over the phone was "Yes, Sir..." She hung up after delivering assurances that she would do as she was told.

Tad was getting his frontal massage -- especially his cock! He was holding a pair of amazing, fat round jugs in his hands while the black girl used his grip to support her as she rose and fell on his erection. Tad wasn't a virgin, by any means -- popularity had netted him a couple of hot-looking social climbers -- but they hadn't been this good a ride... Tad found himself wondering if the extra upholstery wasn't a big part of it; his gold-diggers had been the narrow, cone-tittied type -- very enthusiastic, but bony to the point of being painful. This chick's pubic bone was pounding his with fleshy smacks, but they were slower and, while forceful, the additional padding made the whole thing more pleasant. The big girl set a good pace, too -- his other experiences went at it like they were killing rats, and when they were done, they asked him, "Was it good for you?" while leaving the implication that it HADN'T been for them. This chick, on the other hand, was moaning and panting and occasionally stopping to shake a bit -- he didn't have to guess whether SHE was getting off! Under his fingers, her areolas crinkled and her nipples got as hard as rocks, then she would slow some and shudder while grinding her clit against him -- then she'd take off again. It had happened twice already, and the cycle was starting for a third time -- and Tad knew that he wasn't going to get past it, this time...

Alyssa hit her peak and Tad stabbed himself up into her, maddened by the tightening of her inner walls, and started spewing, "YAAAAHHH!!!" Alyssa, pushed that much higher, whined and shook her way through her own orgasm, nearly collapsing atop Tad from the intensity of it. "You give one helluva massage," Tad gasped. Alyssa smiled, panting, but said nothing as she climbed off so Tad could sit up.

The first thing he saw was Bobby and his sex partner going at it like nobody's business on a mattress on the floor. They weren't talking about it -- everything was moans and pants and the occasional whine while Bobby's ass rose and fell and the chick shoved her cunt up at his cock. As Tad watched, Bobby threw his head back and let out a prolonged grunt -- and everybody present knew that the girl was getting creamed!

In a moment, Bobby rose, panting, to a vertical position. "Wow!" he gasped. "I'm gonna start hunting black chicks! And Baby, if you want to be THE black chick, you just give me a hint..."

"Thanks, but I don't think I can," Trish husked.

"Well, things change -- that might, too," Bobby replied, getting up. "Where is the bathroom again?" Trish pointed and he moved off.

"That's a good idea!" Randy interjected. "Why don't you guys all clean up. We're working on some snacks and stuff and we need to swap out the girls..."

"Good idea." Terence started shepherding them all off toward the bathroom. Randy took up the rear, making sure nobody lagged too far behind.

When things were under control, Toby pulled the curtains and rapped on the door to Booth One. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Clint couldn't meet Toby's eyes -- but Toby made no effort to discuss the whole thing. "What do I tell the guys?"

"You had something you had to take care of," Toby shrugged. "The guys are cleaning up. Why don't you crash on the couch while I move the girls around?"

"Yeah, good idea." Clint settled onto the couch and carefully draped himself so as to appear relaxed -- but his head was a mess. Was this a guy thing or a Terence thing? If he could get hung up on a guy, was there a difference? The taste of Terence's semen sat on his tongue, reminding him of what it had been like... "Think I can get a Coke around here somewhere?"

Damian was banging down the staircase with a cooler. "Give me a hand with this and you can." Clint leaped up and took a handle. "Let's put it over by the bar," Damian suggested, adding, "Glad you could join us."

"Yeah, thanks." Clint checked Damian out -- and didn't really see anything exciting. Maybe it WAS just Terence... He collected a soda from the cooler and plopped back onto the couch, feeling somewhat better about things.

Meanwhile, Toby collected Alyssa and Trish and led them to Booth Three. "You girls did real well -- I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, I think," Trish muttered. The whole sex-on-demand with whoever thing still didn't sit well, despite repetition and a certain amount of conditioning.

Randy eyed Trish but said nothing. She'd had a chance to hook up with Bobby and passed... Of course, this was a pretty public situation and she might have other plans for later... Damian closed on Alyssa, "Did you fuck Tad?"

"Yes, Damian." Alyssa had rolled over totally; Miss Bitch was gone and her replacement did whatever Damian wanted her to do -- period!

"Did you show him a good time?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." He leaned in to kiss her -- something she returned hungrily. "Hang out in here and suck a little cock -- you can take those masks off." Alyssa nodded and followed Trish inside, and Toby closed the door behind them.

"Put these on," Toby handed Brenda and Bonita a set of the cloth mask hoods. "I'll tie them off for you." The girls did as they were told, and Toby tied Brenda and Damian tied Bonita. "Bonita, you get the table; don't talk a lot, because you don't want to be recognized. Keep things short. Brenda, follow me."

Brenda watched Toby adjust the pillory to accept her tall frame, "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. Your build is hard to disguise, so we're gonna bend you over. I can't think of much else to do." He thought a moment, eyeing her skinny shanks from the rear, "Except..." He stuck his head out from behind the curtain. "Hey, Clint!"

Clint got up and headed over. "Yeah?"

"Do me a favor, will you? Fuck this one?"

"Uuh, sure..." Clint eyed the target -- MAN, was she BLACK! There was black and there was black, and this chick was BLACK! Long, skinny but muscular legs, big feet... Nothing too girlish, here -- skinny guy, more like it -- but there was a pussy there, under the ass that was the only thing on her that had much in the way of padding. Even bent over, her tits were all but nonexistent -- except for the spiky nipples, anyway... Clint ran a hand along the bony ribcage, then stepped behind her so he could do it on both sides, his crotch pressed against her ass. "You want some dick?"

"Yes, please," Brenda replied carefully. That was the game they were playing -- and besides, she DID want some!

Something in her tone struck a chord in Clint's make-up. With Bonita looking on, he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them then stepped up behind Brenda -- and gave her ass a swat.

"Ouch!" Brenda yelped, surprised.

"That hurt?" Clint asked.

"It stung," Brenda admitted.

"Count them." Clint swatted her other cheek.

"Ow! One!" Brenda wondered what exactly she'd done to deserve this... Smack! "Two!" Smack! "Three!"

Toby stood there watching as Clint got seriously into what he was doing. That Clint had issues with women was no surprise, but... Oddly, Brenda wasn't flipping out...

Smack! "Twenty-six!" Smack! "Twenty-seven!" Clint couldn't stop; she was there in a device designed for punishment, so he was punishing her -- the fact that she, personally, had done nothing to him really wasn't relevant...

Smack! "Thirty-three!" Smack! "Thirty-four!" It hurt -- tears rolled down her face and she was crying openly -- but Brenda's pussy was as hot as her ass cheeks! It burned and throbbed and dripped and begged for fulfillment... Smack! "Forty-one!"

Toby watched to ensure that things didn't get out of hand; he'd have stopped it, but he knew that Brenda was aroused. Bonita didn't, however; she hopped down and went around in front of the pillory. "Brenda, are you okay?"

Smack! "Forty-three!" Brenda gasped, followed by a quick, "Go away, Honey." Smack! "Forty-four!" Bonita, bewildered, did as she was told.

Women needed this -- ALL of them! Gold-diggers... Clint's mother was a selfish slip who stole from him, regularly -- from money provided for his support and comfort to the affection of others. When he got in her way, she could be venomous, too. As Clint got older and began to be noticed as a sports figure and popular person, the girls he attracted all seemed to give off the same aura; it was all about using him to further their own ends...

Smack! "Sixty-five!" Brenda blubbered -- and Clint suddenly realized that his hand hurt. Whoever this chick was, her ass looked somewhat the worse for the wear, too... Five more, then...

Toby had seen Clint lip his hand to shake out the pain, and figured things were coming to an end -- and right after Brenda blurted, "Seventy!" Clint stopped to rub her ravaged ass cheeks. Toby glanced around; the noise of the session had drawn a crowd...

"What's up?" Bobby asked.

Toby shrugged. "He's punishing her..." What for, of course, wasn't clear...

The girl's ass was burning hot and a little ridged with finger marks; Clint rubbed his hands over it, savoring the feel. It was weird how much he'd enjoyed that -- his cock was an iron bar...

"Now fuck me!" Brenda wailed, "Please! Fuck me, HARD!"

It was just the right tone to continue Clint's state of mind; eyes flashing, he stepped up behind the cunt, rubbed his cock on her drooling split, seated the head at her opening, and powered into her, smashing forward until he was buried to the root!

"Uuh! Yes! Gawd! Punish me!" Brenda didn't know where the inspiration came from, but it thoroughly maddened Clint and he started jamming his huge pole into her cunt brutally -- and it was JUST what she needed!

Bonita, watching, was horrified; Clint was pounding the shit out of poor Brenda's pussy, right after spanking her like that! She got up and circled around front again and squatted before her friend -- her lover -- her idol. "Brenda...?"

"Don't... stop... him..." Brenda puffed. "Sooo... good..." Behind the mask, Bonita watched her eyes roll up. "Kiss me!" Puzzled, Bonita leaned in to do so -- and nearly had her tongue sucked off!

Toby wasn't surprised. This was hard, pounding sex with an attitude -- and that was just the way Brenda liked it! Add the fact that Clint had as much meat as Toby -- if not more -- and things couldn't have improved much at all...

Brenda's ass still burned -- but somehow, it just added to things, making it even easier for her to cum! Clint might think he was punishing her, but nothing could be further from the truth...

Clint, for his part, was amazed; he really hadn't been sure that he was going to be able to fuck a woman -- especially after blowing Terence -- but this one had delivered him to the point of pounding away in her twat following a sequence of events that he'd have never thought of, but worked perfectly... Clint had been offered sex before, but he had always turned it down -- it was just some chick trying to get a grip on him. This one, though, hadn't wheedled him or anything -- in fact, he'd beat the fuck out of her ass! And fucking her hadn't been any case of her dangling a baited hook in front of him -- it had started out as punishment and was only now morphing into pure pleasure... Pussy was good -- and this one was doing its best to push back at him on every stroke, asking for him to pound it -- HARD! Clint had no problem with that -- now that he was in it, he thought he could probably go all night... Watching her kiss the little dark-skinned roly-poly chick was a kick, too! Yeah, fuck, this was pretty awesome...

Clint's early brutality had drawn the others -- and then repelled them, by and large. Tad and Mark weren't up for Round Two yet, so Pete and Bobby drifted off to the gloryholes...

Bonita backed off when Brenda released her tongue; there was no question that she was enjoying the rough stuff Clint was giving her. That bothered Bonita a bit, but she shelved it, more or less. Looking up, she saw Terence... She got up and went over to where he was standing and took his hand, murmuring, "Please?"

"Yeah, sure..." Terence shrugged. Bonita led him over to a position in front of the pillory and pulled down his sweatpants -- and commenced to worshiping his cock with her mouth.

From Clint's perspective, it probably couldn't have gotten any better! Slamming away in Brenda, he got to watch Terence's cock running in and out between the little round brown chick's lips and watch the expressions on Terence's face as he enjoyed it...

Brenda was enjoying it, too, but she wanted more participation. "F--fuck him! Kiss me!" she demanded.

Bonita looked up and frowned -- there was no way she was going to leave Terence hanging...

Brenda reiterated, making things clearer. "Bring him... here... and fuck... him!"

The light went on in Bonita's head. "It's okay?"

"Sure, Baby." Terence nodded. Bonita led him to the pillory and braced herself on it, presenting her round ass and turning her head to watch him as he squatted a bit and started searching for her vagina with the tip of his cock. He found it and started the penetration -- and Bonita pressed back, moaning, "Aiy! Mi amor! Chingar!" Terence had no idea what she was saying, but it was clear that she was happy; he settled in deep and began to stroke -- and Bonita leaned forward to start a tongue duel with Brenda.

Terence looked up, grinning, and caught Clint's eye -- and Clint grinned back, widely. This was good...

...But it wasn't perfect. The problem? Bonita was short and Terence was tall, and adapting was rough on Terence. After a minute or so, Terence realized that he couldn't maintain the position -- but luckily, the solution to the problem was in sight. Withdrawing, he muttered, "Hang on a sec," and went over to the exam table. Collecting the step stool, he brought it back and placed it before Bonita. "Stand on this," he directed. Bonita, unhappy about anything that might come between her and Terence, was quick to reposition the stool and mount it. The result? Perfect! Terence was sliding his cock into a happy Bonita in moments, his hands on her thick hips directing her movements. Terence and Clint exchanged another grin...

The girls were very different; Brenda was quiet, contenting herself with panting, the occasional gasp, and quiet groans. Bonita, on the other hand, tended to punctuate her orgasms with outbursts of excited Spanish, virtually singing out her joy. The second time she did this, Clint grinned from ear to ear. "What's up?" Terence puffed.

"Do you know any Spanish?" Clint asked.

"Nope."

"So you don't know what she's saying?"

"Nope."

"Basically," Clint grinned, "she thinks she's in love with you..."

Terence blinked in surprise. "No shit?"

Brenda opened her mouth; Bonita wailed, "No, no, please! I'll lose him!" Then, realizing that she'd let the cat out of the bag herself, she looked fearfully over her shoulder at her lover.

"Well, I'll be damned..." Terence muttered. "You've fucked other guys, right?"

"Si." Bonita turned her head away, miserable.

"A couple," Brenda puffed. "We thought... it would... change her mind... but..."

Terence gazed down at the way the flesh of Bonita's chubby round butt rippled to his strokes. Bonita WAS a pretty good ride, and she was cute in her innocent way... She had nice titties, and he liked the black wisps that lay smoothly on her neck and forearms. He leaned down and reached under her to rub her little round belly. "Shit, I could do worse..."

Bonita looked up, thunderstruck. Brenda grinned at her. "I... guess you're... hooked up..." she panted.

Bonita's face suffused with joy and she let go with another burst of impassioned Spanish endearments -- then her eyes rolled up and she screamed bloody murder as orgasm overcame her! She clutched his hand to her belly; Terence could feel it clench as her pussy pulsed and she threw her ass back to take as much of his cock as she could get inside her.

Clint grinned at Terence. "I guess you do that shit pretty good!"

Terence opened his mouth, but a female voice drifted back from the other side of the pillory, "So... do... you...! OGOD!" -- and the skinny, charcoal black chick he was fucking started clutching Clint's cock with her insides for the third time...

Three was plenty; Clint lost control and slammed himself deep into a twat that seemed to be too big for such a narrow chick -- then let go a flood of cum into her clutching cunt. "FUUUUCK!"

"MMMMMM!" Brenda could feel him spraying her cervix; his cock bumped it regularly while fucking -- a sensation that she was ambivalent about -- but the feel of his cum enhanced her orgasm, "YEEEESSSSSS!!!"

Toby, who had settled on the exam table to watch the show and experience the female end of it, decided that he needed to hook Clint and Brenda up. "You know, she likes it in her ass..."

Brenda was mortified, but Clint gasped, "No shit?" trying to get his breath after the energetic fuck.

"No shit," Toby assured him.

Clint rubbed Brenda's skinny shanks thoughtfully. "Well, after this..." He'd beat her ass pretty hard, then slammed the shit out of her -- there was no way...

"No, it was good," the disembodied voice drifted over the top of the pillory. "I liked it... all of it..."

"Well, I'm sorry about the spanking," Clint apologized.

"You beat me and you fucked me," Brenda replied. "Why don't you kiss me?"

Clint, nonplussed, circled the pillory and squatted, looking for an easy way to do as she asked. There really wasn't one, but she turned her head and he leaned in to connect with the thick lips below the mask.

The mouth behind them was hot and sweet, and the tongue was frisky; Clint started enjoying it right away. Leaning on the support, he reached underneath and grasped a stiff nipple, eliciting a heated moan. Breaking the kiss, he asked incredulously, "You really liked it?"

"Yesss," Brenda hissed. "I've never been spanked like that, but it was okay. I got... sort of hot..."

Clint looked at the floor. "I was... punishing somebody."

"It's okay," Brenda replied simply.

"Maybe." Clint stood. The more forgiving she was, the worse he felt about it. He glanced over at Terence...

...Who chose that moment to hunch up, his face suffused with lust, and crush little Bonita's ass to him. "Take it!" he grated. "Take my cum!" It was about the hottest thing Clint had ever seen -- and the expression of ecstasy on Bonita's face only added to it.

But it pointed up his identity crisis; did he want the pussy he'd just abused the shit out of and thoroughly enjoyed himself in, or did he want the hot dick he'd sucked twenty minutes ago? He didn't know -- and it bothered him no end...

"Thanks..." he mumbled, and wandered off, looking distracted.

Meanwhile, Pete hit up Booth Two, having already done Booth Three. Sally, having taken Round One on the inside, was sitting in the chair at the back of the booth. When the knock happened, it was Sonya who answered by opening the hole.

Pete slid his cock through the opening and felt it immediately taken in by a mouth -- a smaller, tighter, thinner-lipped mouth than last time. He wondered what he'd gotten himself into...

Sonya wasn't really equipped to suck larger cocks; while Pete wasn't huge, he was still a challenge. Sonya lipped it for about a minute, but fucking had worked before and it would work again... Holding him by the root, she turned around and started rubbing his glans against her split.

Pete knew instantly that things had changed, and was pretty sure what was going on; when his cock started nosing into a tight, fleshy channel, he knew it had to be either a pussy or an ass -- and he was pretty sure it was a pussy! He held still while she settled onto him and backed herself against the panel, then, when she stopped moving, he took over.

Bobby, his cock poked through the hole to Booth Three, eyed him, "That's pretty mean for a blow job."

Pete grinned. "It isn't a blow job, Man -- I'm getting a fuck!"

Bobby laughed. "Well, ain't THAT cool!"

Sonya was braced, but she wasn't stable, so Sally pushed her chair over to Sonya, reversing and straddling it so that Sonya could lean on the back. She was making a series of soft grunts as Pete plowed into her. Sally, eyes dancing leaned forward and whispered, "How is it? Is it good?"

"Uh huh," Sonya replied in a congested voice, then surprised Sally by pulling her in for a kiss!

Alyssa had control of Bobby; Trish figured that he'd had enough of her already. Trish watched Alyssa and pondered the change in her; gone was the haughty, controlling chick who granted favors and took tongue rides in payment for services from a dog without giving anything back, personally. Damian seemed to have her completely in thrall... Alyssa was squatting before the hole, bracing against the wall with her hands while she sucked Bobby in and released him; watching her, Trish decided she would have a little fun...

Once she'd decided to do something, figuring out what was easy; Trish knelt up behind Alyssa and slid her hand under her butt to get at her pussy. Alyssa moaned (something that felt good to Bobby) and spread her stance, granting Trish more access. Trish found her clit easily and began rubbing it with her fingers; Alyssa whimpered and started sucking voraciously.

It took only seconds for Alyssa's split to get wet, puffy, and wide open; Trish discovered her thumb was in a good place and inserted it into Alyssa's vaginal opening and used it to anchor the fingers whirling on her clit. Alyssa went nearly insane, whining and panting as she sucked and pumped, throwing her arousal into Bobby's blowjob.

Something had to give -- and it was Bobby! Alyssa's mad attack on his cock took him right over the edge! Gritting his teeth, he plastered himself against the thin panel and poured his load down Alyssa's throat! Alyssa instinctively attempted to swallow his cock -- which worked for both of them. Bobby hung there while his holding tank bled off into Alyssa's moaning mouth and throat, then staggered back. "Wow! What a blowjob!" He ducked his head to peer quickly into the hole, only getting a glimpse -- but it was a black chick... "That does it!" he announced, "I'm dating black chicks -- exclusively!" Every male in hearing laughed.

Pete was nearing his finish, too; Sonya's little pussy wrapped itself tightly around his cock, making an unbearably pleasurable sheath. It was wiggling and dancing just enough not to be a dead fuck, while holding the position necessary for him to be able to get at it and pound away without trouble -- and Pete was long-stroking it, taking his time. Doing that, though, was only increasing his pleasure... "Yeah... Yeah... YEAH... AW, SHIIIIIIT!" Pete roared as he unloaded into Sonya's pussy. Sally, who had reached under Sonya to play with her nipples while the Oriental girl sucked her tongue, thought she was going to get her tongue sucked out as Sonya managed to go off in response to Pete's flood. Pete staggered back, gasping and grinning -- and, yeah, there was a pussy at the hole, dripping... "That was nice!" Pete puffed. "Shit, I gotta get something to drink..."