Chapter 12

Bonita wanted to sit in the middle, but seating didn't allow that, so she sat up with her head between the seats. "What's up? Feeling okay?" Terence asked Clint.

"Yeah," Clint grunted. "Well, yes and no, maybe. Sick in the head."

"That's heavy duty -- probably too heavy duty for anything I saw," Terence argued. Looking up in the rearview mirror, he made a decision. "Take off that mask, Nita -- people will think we're on the way to rob the Jiffy Mart..."

Bonita pulled off the mask, and Clint recognized her. 'Bonita Vasquez! I thought she was a lez!' he thought. Then the realization came. "So, that was Brenda McAllister?"

Bonita turned to him after a quick glance at Terence, "Yes."

"I thought you two were -- uh, didn't like guys?" Clint ventured.

"There just weren't any guys," Bonita amplified. "So we... comforted one another."

"It seemed like it was more than that."

"It was," Bonita admitted. "I love Brenda. But she's not the only person I love." She turned big soft eyes on Terence.

Clint frowned. "Can you do that? Really? Like guys AND girls?"

Terence nodded. "There's really no reason why not. Girls have an easier time of it than guys, but it isn't REALLY such a big deal..." He glanced at Clint.

Bonita glanced at Terence, big-eyed. "Guys do it?"

"Why should we be any different?" Terence challenged her.

"Guys make such a big deal out of it," Bonita retorted. "They just seem to make it -- more wrong, I guess."

"So what you and Brenda do is wrong?" Terence pressed.

"No," Bonita replied positively, having long since sorted it out for herself. "Some people might think so, but no."

"Okay, then," Terence replied. "With guys, things get all tied up with who is the head guy -- the alpha dog, or whatever. Doing male sex stuff -- sucking, or having your ass done -- isn't top dog behavior, so guys in general can't go admitting that they've done that shit -- it ruins their image -- but there's nothing wrong with it, if you can back out the 'who's on top' thing."

Clint shook his head. "I don't know which end is up, anyway. Look at what I did to Brenda!"

"Well... It made her hot -- did you know that? She doesn't know why, but it did..." Bonita told him.

"Well, I was getting even with girls in general," Clint grunted. "And it turned out that Brenda, in particular, didn't deserve it. I don't know if I'd have..."

"Fucked her?" Terence supplied. "Well, you did -- and that's probably a good thing. I don't think the first time you do anything is the time you have to get committed to it. You might want to try a bunch of stuff -- more than once -- before you can really make a call about some of this stuff. Was it good?"

"Ummm, yeah -- real good." Clint eyed Bonita, "Is it true what Toby said? That she likes anal sex?"

Bonita shrugged. "She seems to."

Terence saw an opportunity, "What about you?"

Bonita knew a challenge when she heard one. "We can try it," she said gamely.

"It isn't strange for girls to like it," Terence declared. "It's probably less strange for guys, since they have some gland up inside that gets, um, stimulated, I guess."

"Wow! No kidding?" Bonita turned wide eyes on Clint.

"I, uh, wouldn't know," Clint mumbled.

"Nita, you don't put a guy on the spot like that!" Terence reprimanded her. "Even if he DID know, it might not be safe to tell me -- he doesn't know..."

"Why can't you be honest with one another?" Bonita asked.

"You're trusting somebody else with some VERY personal shit," Terence told her. "It's a serious trust thing. For instance -- and this is just me making an example -- what would YOU think if I said I did all that shit?"

"Ummmm," Bonita thought about it. "I'd be surprised, but I don't really think I could say bad things..."

"Okay, but would you think them?" Terence pressed.

"No," Bonita said positively. "If you did such things, I would accept it. I do such things with Brenda -- and I don't think I want to stop. To tell you that doing such things is wrong would BE wrong!"

"Well, it's just an example, of course, but I think that's the right way to be," Terence told her.

"It's right up here on the left," Clint pointed. 'Thank God!' he thought. If he didn't get out of the car -- right now! -- he was gonna do something stupid! He all but jumped from the car, waving, "Thanks, Man!"

Bonita watched Clint escape. "He's really freaking out!"

"He's got a lot on his mind," Terence told her. "I thought I had problems, but he's in some serious shit!"

"Why?"

"He doesn't trust girls at all -- and was planning on doing guys, I think. Brenda was an eye-opener -- and now he's more fucked up than he was..."

"Does he like guys?" Bonita asked.

"I don't know for sure, but I think he thinks he does, at least." Terence eyed her. "You need to really look at that -- because what I was talking about wasn't really an example."

"You do guys?"

"Sometimes. Not a lot. Not very macho, is it?" Terence asked, eyeing her.

Bonita looked at him, pensive. "There is the fake macho -- I see a lot of that -- and there is the real machismo. You have the real machismo -- and being able to say that you do that is part of it. Men with the fake macho can't..."

"My Pa can't -- but he's been caught a couple of times doing the guy thing, although he probably doesn't know how many people know. He thinks it's a big secret, and he acts macho to cover himself. You probably wouldn't like him." He eyed her. "Maybe you don't like me any more..."

Bonita's expression told him all he needed to know. "I don't just like you," she said softly.

"What did I do?" Terence wondered aloud.

"I cannot explain it -- you just did it, whatever it is. I know that other people think I am being silly and maybe just trying to hang onto you because I need a boyfriend, but it isn't that. You are..." She struggled with the explanation for a bit, then continued. "You are a man -- not a boy, like the others. It is what you do -- and how you do it. I love you!"

Terence pursed his lips in thought. "This is... new... to me. I will try us out as a couple, but I can't promise anything. I don't want to hurt you, but I don't know that I love you..."

"You will," Bonita replied, settling back in her seat. "I will see to it. I will give you everything other women will not. And I will keep your secrets and help you if I can with the other thing. Do you like many guys?"

"No, not many," Terence replied. "It's on an individual basis. I like Clint -- and I think he likes me."

"Have you done anything?"

"I used the booth, once, to suck him. He doesn't know," Terence related. "Toby has said things -- I think Clint was in Booth One tonight and sucked me."

"Do you do... the other thing?"

"Which other thing?"

"Let guys... fuck you?"

"I tried it once." He watched her face. "I might do it again."

"Do you like... ass?"

"Yeah. Guys, I dunno. Never really got there. But, yeah, I like it."

"Mine is yours. It's kind of big, but..."

Terence grinned. It was his, anyway, but he knew that she didn't think of things like that. "It's fine. I like my girls padded. I got some of my first sex on big girls, and I like them."

Bonita was relieved -- and concerned. "What about Brenda?"

"Brenda might be different," Terence replied, thoughtful. "It's an individual thing, you know? Not just types."

"But I..."

"You are good."

Bonita relaxed. "Good."

Terence felt that he'd better say something about the way things were. "You still need to do what the guys tell you. If we're hooked up, they will probably check with me before anything wild, but you're still group property. Don't think you are going to be able to just be with me."

"Others have told me this," Bonita replied, nodding.

"It's true. There are other hook-ups in the group -- but the girls suck and fuck who they're told to -- and that's that!"

"Yes, Terence. Yes, mi amor."

They had arrived back at the Carpenter's. "Let's get that hood back on you," Terence sighed.

"Can we do it again somewhere, first -- just the two of us?" Bonita wheedled.

"Yeah, I guess. Come on..."

Terence led her around the side of the house to the back yard -- and the pool deck. As they approached, they heard the sounds of another couple -- the soft slap of flesh on flesh and soft moans and grunts. Terence opened the gate; Lon had Sally racked back on a lounger, holding her knees while he plowed her pussy, her lock set aside on the ground. Looking up, Lon grinned, gasping, "Great minds think alike..."

"Yeh," Terence agreed. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, go ahead." Lon returned his attention to Sally. Terence led Bonita to a lounger two over.

Bonita watched the other couple. "He is very strict with her. The lock..."

"Yeah, well, that's a long story," Terence replied, reaching out to pull Bonita's tank top over her head. "It works for them."

"This isn't the same..."

Terence held his finger to his lips and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Don't make him think he has to prove anything, okay? They're in love, but they do shit like he's her master and she's just a fuck. She probably doesn't get it like this a lot, and it isn't fair to her if we fuck it up for her."

"Si." Bonita took the opportunity to pull him closer and kiss his neck. "I will be good, mi amor," she whispered. "I want to suck you." She let go and bent to undo his fly.

"Take those shorts down, first," Terence muttered. "I want to look at that ass."

Bonita said nothing; she just shucked herself out of the shorts and went back to what she was doing -- freeing Terence's cock. When it was out she made to sit on the lounger to suck it -- but Terence stopped her. "I can't reach it if you sit on it." Bonita ended up bent over at the waist, her legs spread, bent low to get a straight shot at Terence's cock while he mauled handfuls of her ass. She quickly surprised him, too, by taking him deep -- something she hadn't been able to do before. She worked at it until swallowing his beautiful black cock wasn't a problem, then alternated styles while he kneaded her ass cheeks with his hands and groaned and gasped.

There was an increase in sound levels off to the side; Terence straightened up and Bonita shifted an eye to where Lon and Sally were fucking, just as Sally went, "Oh! Oh! OHH! MMF! MMMMMMF!" -- the latter sound caused by Lon's hand over her mouth. Her ass went nuts on the cushion, though; Terence grinned at Lon as Sally thrashed her way through a cum.

"Stretch out on the lounger," Terence directed Bonita after that, "It's time to fuck." Bonita rushed to comply; she wanted Terence in her in the worst way! Flopping back on the cushions, she spread her legs wide to take her lover's cock.

Terence delivered it without preamble; Bonita's split was drooling and there was no reason to waste time in further warm-ups. Bonita threw her head back and yelped, "Aiy!" as he slid into her, then bit a knuckle to keep from getting louder -- but she panted and clutched him to her, "Yes!"

After that, the couples just fucked, largely ignoring one another; each had plenty to keep them busy. Lon was being surprisingly gentle, and Sally luxuriated in it while working to give him her very best. Similarly, Bonita worked hard at making this a memorable bout for her man. Both of them were rewarded multiple times for their efforts as Lon and Terence pounded them like only young, athletic guys at their peak can, pulling orgasm after orgasm from their sexy female partners. Sally's pleasure ramped up to a point where it was an ongoing frenzy, her stomach muscles clenching in time with the inner ones clutching Lon's penis, robbing her of the ability to make anything more than breathless whines while waves of stars washed across her vision, framing Lon's intent features. Bonita tended to punctuate her frequent orgasms with something that was almost a song of joy, a bilingual concert of happy exclamations in mixed English and Spanish.

Of the males, Lon came first, limiting himself to an emphatic grunt as he erupted into Sally's clutching cavern. Terence, freed somewhat by Bonita's loud joy, was more demonstrative, gasping, "Yeah... Shit... Close! Gonna... UUUUUGGGHHH!!!!" as he pulsed a flood of his juice into Bonita's sucking snatch. Bonita, her ankles crossed behind his ass, pulled him in deep and gyrated on his pole in an effort to increase his pleasure and milk every drop of his seed. Generally, she knew better -- but at times like these, her basic nature overcame her and she wanted his babies, not just his semen -- and she forgot that she was on birth control and it wasn't possible.

Terence looked up to see what the other couple was doing -- but Lon was lying atop Sally, kissing her, accepting her hungry return on his efforts -- there was apparently no reason to be embarrassed by his outburst. Bonita lay under him, her big brown eyes soft and glowing in the dimness of the early evening, rubbing his biceps. She was gone on him, all right. Terence turned the whole thing over in his head, but try as he might he couldn't see a down-side...

On the other hand, he had that urge to take a post-orgasmic leak... "C'mon, it's time to go in." Bonita's expression said she wasn't as happy as she could be, but she got up and collected her clothing -- at which point, Terence added, "Leave it off." She cupped her mons, and Terence grinned. "Leave it -- I want to watch my cum run down your leg."

Bonita was aghast at the sheer perversity of the idea -- but on reflection, it tickled her and she giggled. Terence caught up her discarded mask and followed her back around to the side entrance, watching her bubble butt dance to her swaying walk.

Lon sat up and pursed his lips, then grinned. "You can drip too, I guess. Open your legs, though -- I'm gonna put your lock back on."

"Yes, Master." Sally didn't want anyone else in there, anyway.

Inside, after munching on Chinese, the guys were rounding on the booths again. Toby decided not to try to load the pillory -- instead, he moved Sonya down to Booth One. When Sally arrived, he sent her down there, too, at Lon's insistence. Brenda and Bonita took Booth Two and Trish and Alyssa took Booth Three. Tad tried Booth Two and got Brenda; Bonita told her in whispers that she'd been busy while she was away. Pete wandered down to Booth One and got Sally; Sonya recognized Pete's cock. Bobby was two loads down and showing some reticence and Mark was recharging.

Randy, taking advantage of Toby's decision not to place a younger girl there, put Jiang Yi in the pillory and was going nuts on her; every time she so much as yelped, he would pop her on the ass. Randy was venting and Jiang Yi was a fine target -- and, truth be told, she liked the way Randy fucked, anyway. Randy was getting a reputation for viciousness that was actually unwarranted -- but he'd let his displeasure with being underestimated get away from him on several occasions -- some of them public. Randy was the only male member of the group who was active; Damian, Terence, and Lon had all gotten some at some point from someone, but were holding off -- and Hank hadn't done anything yet.

Jiang Yi settled for yelling, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" which Randy didn't see as a complaint; he was powering into her and while she really didn't like being locked in the pillory, it gave her some support. She leaned into the frame and took Randy's reaming and was secretly happy about it -- well, secretly except for at orgasm time, which occurred on three occasions before Randy punched her cervix one last time and flooded her tunnel with his cum.

Sally had trouble with Pete; she knew better than to fail, but Pete was two or three loads down and just didn't have any urgency left in him. She worked and worked -- and Pete enjoyed it, but would have been the first to admit that he shouldn't have bothered. It took Sally over twenty minutes of sucking before she teased a cum from Pete -- and the quantity and the quality were both lacking. While she rubbed her sore jaw, Pete leaned down a bit and mumbled, "Sorry -- I should have waited some. Thanks..."

Sally mumbled "You're welcome," but the fact that she didn't want her voice to be recognized and a certain lack of enthusiasm rendered the reply colorless.

Brenda had a lot more success with Tad -- she had him plastered against the partition puffing and gasping in no time. Brenda liked sucking cock almost as much as she liked fucking, and white boys were, well, exotic to her. Black guys ignored her -- as did most others -- but she'd had two white guys tonight, and each had something to be said for him.

In Tad's case, it was the exciting stream of vulgar encouragements he uttered while pressed against the partition! "Oh, Baby, suck that cock!" he gasped. "Swallow it whole! I bet your name is Sweet Lips! God, what a mouth! Yeah, work it! Long stroke me! Man, oh man, are you HOT! Fuck it! Fuck my dick with your face! Yeah, Baby! You're world class! Shit!" This went on for four or five minutes before Tad's knees started knocking on the panel and his balls -- which Brenda were cradling gently -- started crawling up inside him. "Oh, Baby, you're gonna get it! I'm gonna shoot! Suck my juice! Yeah!" Tad erupted in Brenda's mouth and she sucked him dry, pleased with her performance and pleased with his response. She milked him until he pulled away, unable to stand the attentions to his now super-sensitive pole. "Baby, you can suck me ANYTIME!" Tad declared. "That was SWEET!"

"Why, thank you!" Brenda replied sweetly through the hole. Then better sense took hold and she closed the glory hole while Tad staggered to the couch.

"Man, I'm wasted, already!" Tad sighed, collapsing onto the couch.

"Yeah, me, too," Pete agreed.

"Make that three," Bobby added.

Randy and Toby glanced at one another; it looked like Beth and Louise weren't going to get fresh meat...

"Well, I'm not done!" Mark announced; he smarted a bit from the ragging he got over his short cycle time, but he recharged reasonably quickly.

"Me, either," Alonzo agreed.

"Cool," Randy nodded. "Nobody's got to leave, but nobody's got to stay, either -- I'll run you guys home." He waved and Tad, Pete, and Bobby rose to follow.

Hank attached himself to the group. "I want to pick up my car." Randy nodded and they headed out.

Jean didn't remember coming into the house; she didn't remember much about getting naked. But what she was doing now was thoroughly memorable! They hadn't made it to Jean's bedroom; Martin had dragged couch cushions onto the floor. Jean's shoulders had started out on them, but the rest of her was doing it's best to climb up Martin's cock, meeting his driving rhythm as he pounded down into her. This wasn't anything like sex with Toby -- and it CERTAINLY wasn't anything like sex with Frank; it was closest to sex with Robert -- or maybe Lon -- but with Martin it was more personal. Martin's eyes bored into hers and, unlike the previous occasion, she knew that he was all there and VERY clear on whom it was that he was thudding into! Martin brought a certain raw power to bear -- and Jean found that she craved it; she'd suspected it before, but when he rolled over her at the door like a ten foot roller at the beach, sucking her off her feet and hauling her out to this sea of lust, her whole being responded to his demands. When she surfaced, a conscious decision to participate actively wasn't required; she was clear about what she wanted and why. Toby hadn't granted her any ability to analyze the situation; they'd both had urgent needs and an opportunity to fulfill them. That wasn't anyone's fault -- it just was. One of her needs had been the need to start a new life -- and Toby had fulfilled that -- but he couldn't fulfill her OTHER needs -- not like Martin could. Oh, Toby valued her, after his fashion, but he couldn't give her that sense of protection that Martin provided -- or the sense of possession that Martin's driving sexual technique gave her! Toby was smart, but he wasn't wise... All of this was going on three layers beneath the upper levels of Jean's consciousness -- the ones involved in screaming her joy as Martin manhandled her, holding her ass cradled in his hands, pulling her onto his rampant cock as if she were a rag doll. Jean clutched his biceps and he basically carried her while they drove themselves together.

A door slammed and there was the sound of conversation, abruptly cut off; Rick and Teela were standing there, looking surprised. Jean wanted to cover up, run, hide -- something! -- but Martin pulled her in close and said, "Yes?"

"Uh, hi," Rick managed.

"Hi," Martin replied.

"Rick, I..." Jean stuttered.

Teela shut it off, right there, with, "C'mon, Baby, let's go upstairs and do that. We're disturbing them -- and I know that I don't want to be disturbed when WE fuck..."

Rick blinked, nodded. "Yeah, you're right. 'Night, Mom. 'Night, Coach." He took Teela's hand and led her off.

"B--but..." Jean sputtered.

"Shhhh. They understand." Martin started moving again.

Jean tried to insert a bit of reason into things, "Maybe we should go to my room?"

"Why?" Martin asked, "Is someone else coming?" He lifted her away from him, cradling her torso on his arms, backing her off his erection to the tip, then pulled her back in.

"No."

"Okay, then." Martin put them back in motion. Jean shut up and let him take her away from her apparently irrelevant mundane embarrassment. Locking her ankles behind his back she made sure his stroke was limited to the point that his cock didn't escape her and started wriggling in his arms.

Teela giggled as they entered Rick's bedroom. "The look on her face...!"

"Yeah, well, I can't ever remember catching her fucking in the living room!" Rick grinned despite himself.

"Coach had her going pretty good, from that flush!" Teela opined.

"Yeah," Rick nodded. "Maybe this means she's over the Toby thing..."

Teela thought about it. "It does," she opined. "She's moved on. I think the Coach thing is serious."

"Oh? How can you tell?" Rick asked.

"Because she didn't argue with him," Teela explained. "I don't think it's a coincidence that they didn't jump apart and look guilty. And I ESPECIALLY don't think it's a coincidence that she let him hold her in place!"

"Maybe." Rick grunted.

"Are they still fucking?" Teela asked him.

Rick stopped to listen. "I think so."

Teela hopped off the bed, shot by him before he could grab her, and crept to a point where she could observe the goings-on in the living room. When you got close, you didn't really have to see to know but she looked, anyway, and crept back down the hallway, grinning, taking Rick in tow. "See?" she pressed, grinning from ear to ear. "If she was running things, they'd have stopped -- she's pretty hung up. Coach didn't let her..." There was a gasping wail from the living room, and Teela snickered . "She's forgotten ALL ABOUT us!"

Rick shook his head ruefully. "I guess you're right."

"Okay, then, Smart Guy, why don't you see if you can make me wail as loud as your momma?" Teela challenged, tossing off her jean jacket.

"Sounds like fun..."

Ten minutes later, Martin and Jean lay entwined, Martin looking surprised and Jean grinning ruefully as she told him, "Teela can be, well, loud..." while Teela rent the air with, "OH, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!" at a hundred thirty decibels.

"I guess!" Martin snorted.

"Be thankful they're not on the back deck!" Jean giggled. "Come on, let's wipe up a bit and move to my room..." Questions about whether Martin should be there or not had apparently resolved themselves.

Frank watched Adele go off down his front walk. It'd been fun and reminded him of some of the open sex games that he and his wife used to play -- and, just like that, it had been just sex. Frank had dropped two loads in Adele -- one before and one after pizza -- and she'd obviously enjoyed it, probably twice as many times as he had -- but staying all night wasn't an option for her once she was satiated, and Frank figured that was just as well. Frank wasn't prone to complaining, but he liked his women a little smaller -- and a little whiter. Oh, he wasn't prejudiced, really, but he'd grown up with certain attitudes, and his brain and his mouth were used to them. Black women were nice and all, but he didn't see himself courting one. If he did get around to it, it would probably be with that skinny bitch -- what was her name? Louise! But she was married, wasn't she? Frank shrugged and waited while Adele got in her car, then waved and closed his front door

Lon wasn't hanging around for the late show; he took Sally out of the booth and upstairs. Damian did similar with Alyssa, sending her upstairs to await him and Candace. After a conference, Randy bundled Sonya, Jiang Yi, and Trish into the van to take home -- and his plan was to stay overnight with the Hos . That left Brenda and Bonita -- and Bonita was wheedling Terence; she wanted to stay. Damian, watching this, shook his head. "Big Bro..."

"What?" Terence looked mildly irritated.

Damian pulled him aside. "Lookit, you KNOW she's got big ideas about how you're gonna be her boyfriend, right?"

"Yeh," Terence agreed. "That's pretty clear. Probably goes farther than that."

"Then why...?"

"Did it ever occur to you that I might LIKE the little bitch?"

Damian eyed his brother in disbelief, then swept his eyes to the chunky little Latina. "You're shitting me."

"Uh uh." Terence looked stubborn.

"There's other chicks, Bro."

"Yeah. So?"

"Okay..." Damian shrugged and walked away. 'Big Bro don't argue with MY choices in women,' he thought. 'If that's what he wants...'

Bonita didn't miss this byplay; she waited anxiously for it to finish, sweating bullets over the outcome. But Terence crooked a finger and she hustled into his presence. "Little Bro doesn't understand my taste in women," Terence muttered. "But I don't give him shit about his..." At that point, he discovered -- again -- that Bonita could put her head in his armpit. "Mama will be by soon," he told her. "Let's go sit on the couch."

That left Brenda. Toby eyed her, thinking, 'Well, Hank's been hanging out -- he must have a plan. If he doesn't, though...' "We'll find something for you to do," he told her. "In the meantime, you can hang out here," he swept his hand around the curtained-off area, "or you can go upstairs, or you can take your chances in the main room. Bonita doesn't seem to give a shit as long as she's with Terence -- but it will make recognizing you easy if she gets too lax..."

"Yeah," Brenda mused. "I may have lost a girlfriend."

Toby made a quick assessment of Bonita. "Maybe not. You can still play -- and Terence might take you in, if you asked him."

"What about Clint?"

"Do you like Clint?" Toby asked. "Well, time will tell -- but Bonita and Terence will help there, too, I think." Brenda nodded and Toby moved off.