Chapter 29

Rico's first bout of sex with 'Elle,' as she called herself, had been the bomb -- including the entertainment. Elle had been hot and energetic and noisy about how much she enjoyed the fuck -- and watching that poor bastard downstairs take two dicks had been great -- not to mention the orgy going on around him as they fucked on the couch! When it was over, Elle let him know in no uncertain terms that she wanted another bout -- and that they could do it there or at his place -- his call. Based on his experiences with Tab and Elle, Rico was developing a real appreciation for black chicks; he wondered if he took Elle out of there in time if she might like a piece of George, too...

Elle brought him a beer and plopped down on the couch beside him; Damian had taken his women by the hand and left the room, but you could hear sounds of pleasure drifting in from what was probably a bedroom up the hall. "What did you think of that shit?" she asked Rico, waving at the TV.

"Pretty wild," Rico replied, casting about for something safe to say.

"I think he's about half-assed domesticated, but he needs more training. In particular, he needs a woman's touch. I was thinking that making him eat pussy while somebody dicked him might be the thing..." Louise didn't look at Rico; instead, she eyed his reflection in the TV monitor.

"Yeah, that might soften him up," Rico agreed. Was she headed where he THOUGHT she was?

"Have you ever done that kind of thing?" Louise asked. "Gotten a blowjob from a guy -- or maybe done an ass?"

Shit. It was a straight question. He could lie, but it would be a waste of time, because the time he'd already spent thinking about it would be a dead giveaway. Besides, maybe this was the membership interview... "Yeah, well, I've been blown by a guy -- and yeah, I've done an ass before -- but I don't do the other end. And those times it was voluntary on the part of the guy taking it."

"What do you mean by you don't do the other end?" Louise asked.

"I mean I don't suck, and nobody's stuck anything up my ass," Rico replied. "I don't see me enjoying it."

Louise hadn't really expected him to tell the truth; she KNEW what he'd done -- even had video -- but it was considered to be a damaging admission. Pleased, she asked, "What about that bastard? Would the fact that he wouldn't exactly be a volunteer be a problem for you?"

Rico rubbed his razor stubble. "Given what you're doing? No."

"I'd like to do this tonight, Baby," Louise told him. "We only have until Sunday night or Monday morning and we want him broken so he doesn't do that kind of thing any more. The woman is sleeping, but I want her there, too, if possible. Can we hang out and cuddle for a couple of hours and then do this? And do you think you can fuck me again afterward? We can go to your place -- I'll spend the night."

"I can wait -- and I can help. I can't guarantee a third pass before I get some recharge time, though." Rico paused, obviously holding something back.

"What is it, Baby?" Louise asked, caressing his face.

"Well, I don't want to insult you or make you think I don't have any respect for you -- but..."

"What, Baby? I'll try not to get mad..."

"Well, if I can't, I have a friend..."

"Oh." Meeting Fred like this would be embarrassing and would mess with her plans. "What's his name?"

"George. He's the night security guy in my building. He's up there a bit in age and doesn't get much -- he's probably only good for one shot. But if you needed more bad before I could make it happen..."

"So, a party?"

"Look, like I said, I don't want to give the wrong impression..." Rico backpedalled.

Louise smiled. "It's nice of you to think of your friends -- and my needs. I understand. Why don't you call this George, then -- I don't generally get enough, even from the boys, these days. We can invite him. Have you done this before?"

"He's uh, met Tabitha."

Louise cocked her head. "Did she charge him? I'm not a prostitute."

"Tab isn't, either," Rico snorted. "But her mother is a pimp."

"Sad, but true," Louise agreed. "Just so you both understand."

"I'll make sure," Rico insisted.

"Go call him, then."

In the meantime, Hank came back in with Maddie. "Can we come in?"

"Y'all can, Baby," Louise muttered, "but Pietro is gonna be a problem."

"I get that..." Hank replied. Louise was sitting there, naked, on the couch -- and there was a lot of discarded clothing. Pietro was young, but he wasn't THAT young! "Can't we just sneak him in with his mom?"

Louise shook her head. "Baby, Toby went in with her -- and he hasn't come out. And they were..."

"Mama?" Maddie's eyes bugged.

"You didn't see what she saw, Baby," Louise said gently. "I'm not sure you SHOULD see what your Papa was doing, and we had a minor orgy in here. Still, they only went so far... out here, at least."

Maddie took off for the guest room at a run; Hank barely caught her before she threw open the door. Jerking her back around, he hissed, "This is NOT the way to handle things!"

"I have to see!"

"Then be quiet! For all we know, he's just watching over her!"

"Okay." Maddie quietly unlatched the door -- and drew in a gasp. Hank pushed the door open further, as Maddie appeared to be rooted.

The evidence was damning; Toby was spooned against Marta's back and had a hand visibly cupping her breast. His eyes popped open, and he backed out of the bed, revealing himself to be naked. He held a finger to his lips, but it required a bit more in the way of direct intervention to keep Maddie from shrieking.

When they were out in the hall with the door closed, he let up a bit and the dam burst. "That's my mother!"

"Yes," Toby nodded. "Do you have any idea what your father has done to her?"

"What does that have to do with it?" Maddie ranted, "They're married!"

"And only your father has been getting any of the benefits," Toby retorted. "In any case, as bad as it looked, we didn't actually have sex -- she just needed some comfort. Pietro could have been there, but after the sex scene in the living room, she needed someone a little more adult."

"You didn't..." Maddie eyed him skeptically. "Then why be naked?"

Toby thought about it, biting his lip. "Maddie, have you seen your papa's penis?"

Maddie got very careful -- poker-faced. "Yes."

"And how does it compare to Hank's? Or mine?"

Maddie glanced down at Toby's semi-flaccid equipment. "It, um, doesn't."

"Your mother only discovered that this evening. She thought your papa was at least average -- maybe even gifted. This evening, she was exposed to four penises -- all noticeably larger than her husband's. Your mama can count the number of orgasms she's gotten from straight sex in her life on one hand -- and have leftover fingers!" He sighed. "I'm afraid it was necessary for her to discover that -- we need her cooperation, and to get it we needed to reduce her level of fear and respect for your father. Now it's just another thing that he lied to her and misled her about -- but it's big! Your mother is a passionate woman; she hasn't quite crossed the line yet, but she will. Think about what you have -- do you blame her?"

"But she's married!"

"What she has is closer to what you're SUPPOSED to have -- and don't, really!" Toby retorted, flicking a glance at Hank. "Chattel slavery! She's been under the thumb for how long? Almost twenty years? Why do you feel like you have to judge her? How about if we go in there and tell her what YOU were doing?"

Maddie recoiled. "I--I... Perhaps you're right."

"Think about it and you'll see that I am," Toby replied, then, making use of the fears that her father had implanted in her, he added, "How about if Hank has sex with you every day for a week -- but doesn't allow you to orgasm? Maybe you'd get some idea of what she's been denied..."

"No! Please!" Maddie threw up her hands. The thought of being deprived like that...

"I figure maybe my point is made," Toby said, backing off. "Don't accuse others until you've been there. You've seen some of what your mother has to go through -- but I think you've probably missed a good bit of it."

"I've seen... enough," Maddie muttered, shuddering. "I was hasty."

"Things are going to change at your house," Toby told her. "You and your mother will have to keep an eye on your father. In particular, she needs to be able to exercise some control over him. It won't all be happiness and relaxation -- not that it ever was. We're giving your mother levers with which to control your dad -- but she has to USE them, or he'll drift back to his old habits. If we do this right, he'll react to your mother the way he reacts to other things and people in his life he has no control over -- but he'll still oppress others. We can only do so much -- and if he's still abusing people at work, it is an outlet for him that avoids having him vent on you!"

"He's evil, isn't he?" Maddie asked. "I always considered that he just was, but he isn't normal, is he?"

Toby shrugged. "It depends on your definition of 'normal.' Your papa didn't get the way he is without a lot of help from people who did the same kinds of things to him. I'm not a head doctor, but I bet your grandpa was as bad as he is -- maybe worse. And your papa would catch crap over his size and weight and things like that. In his mind, he's getting even -- but he can't seem to tell who the enemy is any more. We want to remove you guys from the pool of people he picks on -- so Pietro isn't poisoned, for one thing. To do that, we need to make him realize that his hold over your mother is gone. She wasn't ready to assist -- even though not doing so was dangerous to the three of you -- but now, she will be."

"About Pietro," Hank muttered. "I'm thinking about taking Maddie home with me -- but Pietro..."

"Yeah, he's a wet blanket," Toby nodded. "Things are too far gone here -- call Randy and see if he and Brie can babysit -- they got on pretty well before, didn't they?"

Hank nodded. "Yeah."

"If that works, it's the plan. If it doesn't, there is Trish -- or maybe Sonya. Trish's mother would have to be told something -- and Sonya's is out."

"I'll call now," Hank said, snatching at his phone.

"The sooner you guys clear out, the better," Toby told him. "There is still a lot of stuff going on here tonight, and Pietro can't help but see or hear something he shouldn't. Maddie, why don't you quietly collect his stuff and take it outside?"

Maddie nodded and crept into her mother's room. As quiet as she was, the sounds of rustling clothing awakened her mother. "Daughter?" Marta blurted.

"Yes, Mama."

"What are you doing?"

"Collecting Pietro's things. We're going to move him to a friend's to babysit him. Things are too... hot... here."

"They are hot for you, too. Very hot."

"I am going, too," Maddie said, straightening. "But I am going with Hank."

"I see." Marta felt that she no longer had anything to say in the matter of her daughter's relationship -- and said so. "Do as you think best. Hank... has your best interests at heart."

"Yes." Maddie stepped up to the bed. "Do what you must, Mama. Take what pleasure you can. These people are trying to make our lives better -- don't tie their hands. Help them. Help us. Help yourself."

"I will."

Maddie held her eyes. "Papa doesn't deserve your loyalty or your fidelity. Whatever you do, I support you. God will understand."

"Thank you." Marta reached out to hug her daughter, then pushed her away. "Go."

"I will see you tomorrow," Maddie waved and closed the door. Ten minutes later, the three of them departed for Hayes' in Hank's car.

Adele called Louise when she learned that she was going to have a houseguest. Louise read her in and Pietro found himself covered in black woman on arrival. "You poor boy! The things you've been through! Come on in and sit down. You know Brie -- just ask her and she'll show you anything you need, Honey. Or you can come see me..." Pietro looked bewildered, but Brie grinned at him. "Hey, Sissy's room is empty tonight if you don't mind pink ruffles and stuff..." Pietro wrinkled his nose and the pair of them cackled and everything settled down. Maddie promised to collect him in the morning, but Adele said, "Don't worry, he's safe here. Y'all take your time!" A sisterly kiss and a wave later and Pietro was in his second strange home in a week. Dirk waddled up and said 'Hi,' washing Pietro everywhere he could reach with his tongue, providing a novelty that kept Pietro entertained until bedtime.

The attempt to creep in at Garber's failed miserably; Martin and Jean were sitting on the couch, watching TV. Martin had arrived home to find Jean cleaning -- and after a bit, it became apparent that there was no reason for her to leave. The pair of them had cooperated on the preparation of dinner and settled in for a quiet evening together. Sex wasn't on the agenda -- this was just companionship; both were tired from their week and just wanted human company. The status of their relationship was likewise not discussed; it existed, and that was enough for now, without setting boundaries and rules. Jean had capitulated and Martin knew it -- there was no requirement to gloat or even post an acknowledgement. Jean was leaning on Martin's shoulder when the door opened, holding a hand; Martin squeezed hers to tell her not to react and waited for the felons to appear.

Hank knew he was nailed when he saw the lump on the couch in the flickering light of the TV. "Hi Dad." He pulled Maddie in behind him and closed the door.

"I hope you ate somewhere -- we didn't save you anything," Martin said dryly.

'We?' Hank looked closer. "Jean?"

"Hi." Jean raised her head, which made her more visible. "Who is this?"

Hank tried to quell his defensive instincts. Who was SHE to ask? "Maddie."

"This is Hank's young lady," Martin rumbled. "I've never met her, but I hear interesting things. Her father is a wife- and child-beater." He reached out to turn on a lamp. "Come in -- I don't bite."

Coach Garber! Maddie hadn't put it together yet -- didn't realize that Hank was Coach Garber's son. Fear flooded her -- he was a school official! "S--sir!"

Having recognized Maddie, Martin sat back. "Yes... Well... My, my. And you and Hank are getting along? He isn't doing that 'Me master, you slave!' thing, is he?"

Maddie goggled! Coach knew EVERYTHING! "N--no, Sir!"

"I'm catching crap from the other guys," Hank grunted. "They think I'm whipped."

"Well..." Martin shrugged. "I'm impressed. But given her history, she probably doesn't take much in the way of coercion."

"No, Sir," Hank grinned.

"Jean, what's your stance on the man wearing the pants in the family?" Martin asked.

Jean smiled impishly. "I'm all for it as long as he wears them my way!" This got snorts of laughter from everyone, including Maddie, who relaxed visibly.

"Maddie, this is Jean Flanders," Martin made introductions. "She's Rick Flanders' mother. Obviously, we're seeing one another. Jean, this is Madeline Reyes -- usually called Maddie, from what I'm told. Maddie is one of the non-volunteer members of the group, Jean -- the last, I'm told. Maddie, Jean is aware of the group -- an original member, even, I'm told. We can all talk freely about that kind of thing here."

"Wow! You're..." Maddie burst out.

Martin held up a hand. "Actually, there are some things it would probably be better if I didn't know," he forestalled her. "My position in the community makes me extremely vulnerable. They would hang me by the ankles if anyone found out, so officially, I'm NOT a member, understand?"

"Yessir!" Maddie blurted.

"In addition, I do nothing that might backfire on me, if I can avoid it," Martin continued. "You need not worry about sexual contact, for instance -- I don't bother the younger generation. I have..." he glanced at Jean, "other pursuits." Jean gave him a look but said nothing. Turning his attention to Hank, he asked, "Why are you here?"

"Things are a little wild at the clubhouse, Dad. We decided it was best if we were elsewhere," Hank explained.

"I see," said Martin. "And you were going, where?"

Hank squared his shoulders. "My room."

Martin shifted his gaze to Maddie. "Does your mother know where you are?"

"Yes, sir," Maddie replied, adding, after a glance at Hank. "Exactly."

Martin mulled this. "Exactly..." He eyed Hank.

Hank shrugged. "We've talked. She knows, but..."

"Mama and I had a separate talk before I left," Maddie announced. "We both agreed that we had things to do that might not have been approved of normally -- and that it was okay."

"Your mother approves of my son," Martin clarified.

"Yes."

Martin sighed and turned to Jean. "I don't see any reason to hold them, do you?" Jean, surprised at even being asked, shook her head no. "I'll not hold you up, then. Try not to disturb us old folks, huh? We need our rest."

"Yes, Sir." Hank led Maddie off toward the stairs.

"Obviously, we're seeing one another," Jean parroted.

Martin eyed her calmly. "How would you prefer to describe our relationship? 'She's my woman,' perhaps? 'Significant other'? 'I have the hots for her'? 'Fiancée'? Should I head the other direction? 'Seat cover'? 'Fuck buddy'? Old style, perhaps? 'Mistress'? 'Lady friend'?"

Jean's eyes popped. "F--?"

"I'm sorry -- was it 'Fiancée' or 'Fuck buddy'?"

"Martin! We're not engaged!"

"Well, I got ahead of myself. 'Fuck buddy,' then?"

"No. Wait! God, why DO you have to mess with my mind?"

"If you're not off-balance, I make no ground," Martin replied evenly.

"This fiancée thing..."

"It'll wait," Martin replied. "I was just softening you up. What are we doing in the interim?"

"Dammit, Martin! Uh, 'lady friend.'"

"As you wish."

"You're laughing at me!"

"Yes." Martin settled back, smiling. Jean punched him one in the shoulder -- which only widened the smile.

"You're infuriating!"

"You're not furious," Martin replied calmly. "Frustrated, perhaps, but not infuriated."

"You're a smart-aleck!"

"You just don't like losing." Martin pulled her against him. "Perhaps you should redefine your goals?"

"Arrgh!" But she snuggled in against him and pretended to watch TV. After a while, she really did.

Meanwhile, at Carter's, the video was playing and the girls were being shameless at making the boys uncomfortable. "Come on," Brenda wheedled Clint in a whisper while rubbing his cock through his pants. "I want to feel it. He's seen it, right?"

"Yeah, well..." Clint was rock hard -- and uncomfortably arranged down his right pant leg.

"Want me to tell him he can't have it?"

"Not like THAT!"

"You guys are being silly. Look what they're doing..." 'They' were the trio on the TV screen and two of them -- one male and one female -- were sharing a taste of the third's cock.

"It's different with guys," Clint muttered.

"It shouldn't be -- not if you both want it. Bonita and I don't worry about who is on top..." Brenda stopped to suckle his neck. "Just give it to me then."

Bonita was taking another tack. "Why don't you start things? You told me you've both been farther than this. Just show it and let him get comfortable..."

"I can't," Terence muttered through clenched teeth. Bonita had her soft, warm hands on him, jacking him inside his sweatpants. It would be so easy... "It'll scare him and he'll run and it'll fuck him and Brenda up, too!"

"Let me do it," she coaxed. "It won't be your fault..." She undid the tie on his sweatpants.

"Nita!" Terence hissed. That got him a glance from Clint, who was sweating visibly. "She's going wild on me," Terence whispered in explanation.

"I know the feeling," Clint grunted back.

Brenda shucked her top over her head. "Okay, now you guys can break down a little..." Bonita caught it and flipped her top off, exposing her much more expansive bust -- and Clint HAD to look, being male. "Hey!" Brenda rasped, "You want to look, or do you want to touch?"

"Okay, okay!" Clint gathered one of her small, rubbery-tipped mounds in his hand.

Bonita went back to abusing Terence -- but she was more aggressive about it, hauling open the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Hey!" Terence whispered.

"I need room, mi amor, if I have to dig around in there!" Bonita insisted.

"You don't need -- ahhh!" Terence's argument was cut off when Bonita's lips closed around his aching cock.

Clint couldn't miss what was happening -- and it made his cock hurt worse than ever, trapped as it was. "Give it up," Brenda breathed in his ear. "I want it. Bonita has his..."

"Dude..." Clint grunted.

"Yeah, shit, I can't stop her, anyway," Terence grunted.

Clint jumped up and shucked his pants to his ankles and flopped back down. The result exceeded Terence's exposure, but there was no help for it -- Clint was wearing tighter pants. Brenda had both hands on it before he was settled again. "Mmmmm! Nice! Look, Bonita!"

Clint managed a snort of outrage, but Bonita looked -- and so did Terence, which was the point of the exercise. And when Bonita's head popped up for the examination, it exposed Terence's erection, too. "You two are evil!" Clint rasped, gazing into Terence's lap.

"No we're not," Brenda replied. "You two are being silly -- we're just not standing for it!" She took his cock into her mouth to quell objections and went to her knees before him -- and started untying his shoes.

"Hey!" Clint howled.

Terence grabbed his arm. "Let 'em. They can't MAKE us do a fucking thing -- and we're gonna want our legs free, anyway." Bonita grinned up at Clint, jacking her handful of chocolate cock -- and making certain Clint got an eyeful.

"Yeah, okay -- but you're gonna get another spanking!" Clint warned Brenda.

"Goody! I liked the last one!"

Clint turned a look of disbelief on Terence, who shrugged and pushed Bonita to the floor. "Do it." Bonita bent to his running shoes, sharing a grin with Brenda, who had finished and was tugging Clint's pants off.

Brenda stood and made to sit, but Clint stopped her. "Uh uh. Get naked." Brenda didn't argue; she dropped her shorts and stepped out of her flip-flops. She settled beside him, grasping his cock. "Don't be mad -- it's so pretty..." Of course, everybody looked...

Terence dragged his eyes back and shifted his gaze to Bonita, who didn't wait for instructions, but finished divesting first Terence, then herself of clothing. She even took Terence's T-shirt, which led Clint to roll his eyes and match Terence's nakedness. "NOW, can we settle down?" Clint asked.

"Mmm hmm," Brenda hummed around his erection. But she stopped sucking and turned to view the video at that point, contenting herself with jacking him. Bonita, taking her cue from Brenda, did the same.

This allowed the guys to concentrate on the video -- which they did, more or less defensively. The trio on-screen were daisy-chained -- which meant that the girl was being eaten by a guy being sucked by a guy being sucked by the girl... Brenda was perfectly happy to let the boys watch that...

The action shifted to mutual masturbation; Brenda saw an opportunity and nudged Bonita aside, taking a cock in each hand. Both boys noticed; she challenged them with her eyes, but neither one was buying. She shifted her attention to Bonita and had her take over, then climbed up beside Clint. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"You know what."

"I can't start it. He can't start it. And YOU can't start it."

"Why not? We want you guys to get it on -- we do. It's not a problem for us."

"I just can't."

"If he started it...?"

"Yeah, but he can't, either."

Frustrated, she circled around to Terence. "What's up?"

"Look, it's just hard for us. You can't push it."

"But it's not gonna happen!"

"Maybe not," Terence agreed.

"If you would, he would. You guys have already done stuff!" Brenda whined.

"We weren't lookin' each other in the eye," Terence whispered.

"Then don't. Watch the movie." She got up and knelt behind Bonita, who was busily trying to give two dicks the ultimate in attention simultaneously. "It has to be an accident," she whispered. "I'm going to try to stage one." She reached out and took Terence by his right hand with her right. Terence flashed her a look, but she hissed, "Watch the movie!" and began sliding his hand along Bonita's breasts, pressing against Bonita from behind to get her in close enough to facilitate it. With her left hand, she took Clint's left and pressed it against Bonita's other breast, rubbing it there and allowing him to squeeze and fondle. Clint eyed her suspiciously, too, and she told him the same thing she'd told Terence, "Watch the movie!"

"What are we doing?" Bonita asked. "We're controlling their hands," Brenda whispered back. "Here, I'll take over Clint -- you take Terence's hand. "Move it around; don't let him control it."

"Why?"

"You'll see." Now it was time to lull them into complacency... Brenda masturbated Clint while pressing his hand to her small breasts, moving it back and forth for a minute or so. "Okay, switch," she whispered to Bonita, and slid to her right behind the heavier girl. Control of the boy's cocks was lost momentarily while they handed off control of their hands; in the end, Clint had Bonita's breasts and Terence had Brenda's and they were again being masturbated.

This didn't happen without the guys taking notice -- and being suspicious. "What are they doing?" Clint whispered to Terence.

"Bein' tricky," Terence whispered back. "Let it ride... Let's see what they do." Clint nodded tightly. Brenda was the brighter bulb in the female circuit -- something Terence didn't have a problem with since being sweet and cuddly and receptive counted a whole lot more in his book. From where Terence sat, if Brenda came up with something that worked, it wasn't a loss.

"We want to move around a lot," Brenda whispered. "I want them to get used to their hands being all over the place." Bonita nodded and did the best she could -- which, given her frontage, was considerable. Brenda wriggled over Terence's fingers while jacking him and occasionally sucking him for a while, then told Bonita, "Time to shift back." This time, they handled it smoother, making an almost perfect handoff -- and sweeping the boy's hands across the gap some distance during the switch. Again, the guys were alert -- but Brenda expected that.

"They'll get bored soon," Clint opined.

Terence grunted. "They'd better. It's getting' real good..." The video had gotten on to a scene where a guy sat on his partner's cock while licking a standing girl's twat and both girls seemed to have hand-jobs down pat; Terence was enjoying himself.

Brenda alternated between sucking Clint's fingers while jacking him and presenting her little breasts while she sucked his cock; both tactics were proving effective. The flick was hot and when he did his periodic check of Brenda it was easy to slip in a quick glance at what Bonita was doing -- and to what.

Brenda caught him more than once -- and she caught Terence, too, It seemed like it was now or never time... "Switch now," she whispered, "to cocks!"

Bonita had been given the two practice runs and she understood exactly what they were up to; the thing went like clockwork. Bonita took the inside, taking Terence's hand with her and totally crossing Clint, sitting down beside him while she lowered Terence's hand onto his fevered cock; Brenda, on the outside, duplicated the maneuver, adding the additional distraction of feeding Terence one of her rubbery nipples. Bonita took the hint and applied a breast to Clint's surprise-opened mouth and the deed was done.

Both girls were prepared for abortive attempts to remove hands; they used both of theirs to pin the guys' hands to the cocks they were connected to. "Jeezus!" Clint rasped, but Terence chuckled.

"Damned if she didn't get us this far," he grunted.

Brenda grinned from ear to ear; Clint wasn't fighting her. Terence wasn't fighting Bonita, either -- she could tell. Each was dealing with the fait accompli by sliding his hand up and down the other's member. The video was forgotten while all attention settled on the task at hand. "Nice," Terence muttered while rolling his palm over the bulbous head of Clint's cock.

"Thanks," Clint gasped. "Yours, too. Shit -- I'm gonna shoot! Brenda..."

"I'm on it!" Brenda leaped up and crashed to her knees in front of Clint, covering his glans just in time to catch the first spurt.