Chapter 38

Sunday morning came too damned early -- again -- for Candace. She sat up and rubbed her face, then got up to go make a pot of coffee.

She didn't have to. Louise and Marta were up -- and Louise looked as fresh as a daisy; no doubt she was inured to strange hours due to her shift work. "We're discussing how long we should harass Fernando before taking him home," Louise related.

There was a knock on the slider and Candace went to let Beth in. After being apprised of the situation, Beth pronounced, "We have to hassle him at home or he'll get a feeling of safety from being there."

Louise nodded agreement. "We're going to have to put some support troops in place, too." She turned to Toby, who had straggled in with his mother. "Better call Hank and get him and Maddie here. We'll need Randy and Pietro and the van, too."

"Right away?" Toby asked.

"After lunch."

"And in between?" Candace asked.

"We need another act -- preferably Terence," Beth mused.

"Why Terence?" Louise objected.

"First, Marta owes him," Beth replied. "Second, because he's black."

"Oh, so you're not going to expect him to..."

"Fuck Fernando?" Beth finished. "No. We'll take what we can get. It'll be bad enough if he just fucks Marta -- although it would be best if he managed to allow the front and back ends of the deal."

Marta nodded. "I'm sure he's a sweet boy -- but Fernando will only understand that he's black. And that's the way we want it."

"I can ask..." Louise shrugged.

"Tell him we'll keep it low-key," Beth told her.

There was a phone ringing somewhere... His phone. But Terence couldn't get up, and when he reached for the night table it wasn't there... Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was a mass of dark hair -- and the second was Pa and Tabitha stretched out on the floor. "Shut that damned thing off!" his father growled. Terence levered himself up far enough that he could grab his pants and chase the phone. "Hello?"

"Did I wake you, Boy?" his mother's voice asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, baby, but I need to talk to you."

"What about, Mama?" Out of the corner of Terence's eye, Pa perked up.

"It's about Marta -- Mrs. Reyes."

"What about her?"

"She wants to thank everybody -- personally."

Terence wasn't stupid -- the word was freighted. "How personally?"

"Very. She wants to have sex with you, Baby."

"Okay, maybe sometime. I'm kinda busy right now."

"Bonita didn't go home?"

"No, Mama, she didn't. Neither did Alyssa." In the background, Pa was waving his hands and holding a finger to his lips -- but Terence wasn't going to say anything about him or Tabitha and waved it off. Pa gathered up Tabitha and got them both out of the room.

"Okay. Well..." Louise sighed. "It's like this -- we really, REALLY need for you to do it this morning."

"Why?"

"Fernando -- Mr. Reyes -- needs to see it."

"Why?"

"It's... for his training."

"Mama, I'm not into that shit. Get Damian," Terence grunted.

"That wouldn't be right. Come on, Boy. We won't ask you to taunt him or anything -- just being there and having sex with Marta will be enough. You KNOW he's a bad man and he deserves it..." Louise wheedled.

"Maybe so, but..." Terence looked mulish.

Bonita was up, watching his face. "What is it, mi amor?"

"Just a minute, Mama." Terence muted the phone. "You know about Maddie's old man beating her, right?" he asked Bonita. "You know about how he is and what they've been doing the last few days?"

"I know some," Bonita admitted.

"They want me to do Mrs. Reyes -- in front of him -- to punish him."

"She wants this? Mrs. Reyes?"

"That's what Mama says."

"He should be punished," Bonita declared. "He's VERY bad! You should do this."

"I'm not comfortable..."

"I know, my love," Bonita caressed his craggy cheek. "I know you don't like to hurt people -- but some people deserve to be punished -- and when the opportunity arises, we must step up and do our duty -- or they will just go on hurting others! Mr. Reyes -- he is such a one..." She eyed him. "I know that you do not want this on your conscience -- but would you want another attack on Maddie and her family on your conscience?"

Terence rubbed his forehead, eyeing her, then unmuted the phone. "Mama?"

"Yes?" Louise gathered herself to take another run at him.

"I'll do it. When?"

"Uuh... Louise gathered her wits and switched tracks. "Ten-thirty?"

"Okay."

"Who changed your mind?" Louise asked carefully.

"Nita."

Louise left it alone. "Who all is home? How is everybody?"

"Damian was around when I went to sleep -- but I don't see him right now. He and Alyssa might be upstairs. Pa is around somewhere."

"Where does he think I am?"

"Pulling a double."

"Good. I'll see you when you get here. Bring Bonita, if you like -- Maddie should be here. And bring me a new set of scrubs, if you would -- it'll be your excuse..."

"Sure. See you then, Mama." Terence hung up.

Morning came to Fernando in the form of the harpies -- three of them. The good news was that he got fed and watered and cleaned up; the bad news was that two of them used him for a urinal and they all required him to give them cunnilingus -- and wielded the flyswatter freely. Somewhere in the middle was the fact that he was allowed to abuse himself as much as his tender manhood would allow. Then they left him alone with the TV for an hour or so.

Marta was his next visitor -- and she brought a fairly imposing young black by with her. The face was obscured, as usual, but he was built much like the man who had taken him the day before -- even to his sizable manhood. Marta started things with the announcement that the young man was among her rescuers -- who seemed to be legion, at that point -- and that she was again going to have sex on the massage table. But the approach was somewhat different after that... "You'll warm him up for me, won't you, Husband? It's your job -- and you do it so well! Please? Suck him until he's nice and hard for me?" Marta cajoled.

Fernando just nodded; undoubtedly, he had no choice... The black really didn't even need the assist, but Fernando understood that it was his new function -- or at least one of them. Besides, he was practiced and getting used to the whole thing...

The boy didn't press -- and said nothing but "Thanks," when he withdrew from Fernando's mouth -- but his performance on the massage table was daunting. Marta screamed out her completion four times over the probably twenty minutes that the black pounded her -- and of course, Fernando had a ringside seat. In fact, Fernando had a certain amount of freedom of movement -- and fascination led him to shift from where he could see the black's cock desecrating what had once been the womanhood that granted only Fernando access to a position where he could see his wife's expressions and motions and watch her arousal as she committed her adultery.

And again, as had been brought home to him on numerous occasions, there was no comparison between the young black's efforts and the best that Fernando might have been able to mount. If there was a man in the room, it wasn't Fernando -- and he was painfully aware of it.

When it was over, Marta phrased her demand that he clean the young man's manhood as a request, too -- but Fernando wasn't fooled. He did as he was bid -- it was business as usual for his new role. She was more demanding about squatting over his face to have herself cleaned, Fernando noticed -- but it wasn't a surprise and it wasn't the first time; the only thing different about it was that he had some freedom of movement. Maybe he could have ducked the job -- but more likely, Marta would have just brought someone in to help bring him under control. It was simpler to be compliant...

Fernando wasn't in the business of admitting just how far his domestication had come.

Marta, cleaned up, resumed her seat at the table. Louise's son was there; a young Hispanic girl -- rather chunky -- was sitting on his lap chattering with Maddie, who had arrived with her boyfriend during her absence. "Thank you," Marta said formally to Terence.

"You're welcome." Terence didn't grin from ear to ear as expected; he seemed bothered.

"Have I caused a problem?" Marta asked, flicking a glance at Bonita.

"No," Bonita answered for him, "at least, not from me. Your husband..." she shivered. "Terence just doesn't like to hurt people."

"You didn't injure Fernando physically," Marta assured Terence.

"He seemed pretty calm about it all," Terence admitted, "but..."

"He's pretty much under control, Sweetie," Beth told him, "but we don't expect it to last. If we had a couple of months, maybe... Hank and Toby went digging in his office and discovered that Fernando's issues run a whole lot deeper than they appear to." She picked up the journal, "If you don't believe me, read this."

Bonita took the journal copy and opened it; Terence, bothered by the invasion of Fernando's privacy, eyed it over her shoulder. At Bonita's first gasp, however, he took a deeper interest...

Meanwhile, Louise called the meeting more or less to order. Randy was there with Brie and Pietro -- who had been sent to the living room, where the TV was carefully NOT displaying Fernando. "We'll have to move Fernando home today. Obviously, we won't want him to see any of his surroundings, so we'll need the van. Maddie and Pietro should perhaps go first, so they're settled. We'll probably have to put someone on site overnight to see to everyone's safety even after we've done our best to chastise him. Beth, how long do you think this is going to last?"

Beth sighed. "If he goes to work as usual on Monday, I don't expect him to be tractable by Friday, in any case. Wednesday, probably, he'll start to feel safe outside his home..."

"Toby, how long will we have after he triggers this thing you've set up?" Louise asked.

"There's no telling; if the bank acts swiftly, maybe a day and a half. If they decide to sit back and investigate, things could drag out."

"What about our end?" Beth asked. "We have to be able to stand an investigation."

"We go with the truth," Louise replied. "Fernando executed a premeditated incident of domestic violence, then left his home. Marta appealed to friends," she waved her hand at the group, "for medical treatment to keep it all quiet, fearing for her life. We don't have any idea where Fernando was between that night and today when he returned home."

"So, Fernando will relate this tale of terrible treatment by unknown captors when he is caught," Marta mused.

"And no one on Earth should believe him, if we're careful," Louise finished. "It won't help him. Worst case, it will appear that he was out binging on homosexual sex."

"We'll want him to lie about where he was and what he was doing," Candace interjected. "I think we should suggest to him that he tell the bank the auto accident tale -- then, when they investigate and the car is undamaged..."

"Another lie." Louise nodded.

"Overnight security?" Beth asked.

"Randy?" Louise asked, "Can you do a night tonight?"

"Yeah." Randy nodded.

"I'll be happy to reward you," Marta said, smiling.

"That's a good idea, anyway," Louise interjected. "Get Fernando to participate, so he realizes that part of his situation isn't over. We'll put someone else in tomorrow night -- and Hank in Wednesday. By then, we'll want someone who we can explain the presence of..."

"And if it goes on?" Marta asked.

"Then things get risky," Louise told her. "After Fernando triggers the booby-trap, we have to make things look pretty domestic -- and that will bring him out that much faster, since he'll be basically unchallenged. If we put someone we can't explain away the presence of on site, the investigation will turn up questions..."

Marta nodded understanding. "It is a risk we must take. Maybe one or two of the girls? When Hank is unavailable?"

"Good idea. In the first place, we need to not reveal the status of the guards -- Fernando can think what he likes, but we pretend they're just visiting, too, after tonight. Hank can be unfriendly just because of what Fernando has done to Maddie without revealing that he had any hand in things," Candace explained.

"I volunteer!" Bonita raised a hand. Marta smiled her thanks.

"We can put Sissy in for a day -- and probably Trish or Sonya -- maybe some of the others, too," Randy pointed out. "They probably couldn't stop him if he went on a rampage, but they can get the word out."

"I'm thinking that he won't go wild on anyone," Beth interjected. "Not right away. He'll try to do something sly. I figure his first move will be to try to rearrange his finances or maybe get some of the more incriminating things he has going under wraps."

"I have some traps on his machine," Toby said. "If he does it at home, we'll see it -- and we can make sure others do, later, too."

"Good!" Candace nodded. "Okay, let's talk about the nuts and bolts..."

The harpies came again for Fernando, this time binding his wrists behind him and shoving a bag over his head. Then, in relative silence, they prodded him through his prison, up some stairs, and outside, then into a vehicle of some type. Fernando began to fear that they had decided to dispose of him; certainly he couldn't be freed to tell his tale. Fear overpowered him; he sat sweating, wondering if this was his last ride. But when he ventured a question, all he got was, "Silence!" and prodded in the stomach.

They stopped, and he was hauled from the vehicle, up some steps and through a door, then settled into a straight chair with his bound hands draped over the back. "Welcome home, Fernando," a distorted voice chuckled.

"I am home?" Fernando gasped.

"For now," the voice agreed. "I am going to explain to you the rules of your new reality. This is no longer your domain. You have to be A man to be THE man -- and you aren't a man. If there is a man of the house, it is Pietro -- but it is your wife who is mistress here. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Fernando knew that there could be no other answer.

"You will be allowed to carry on your charade outside these walls, pretending to be a man and grasping at power -- but inside these walls, you answer to Marta. Various things have been reorganized to facilitate this -- including the household finances, which are now totally under Marta's control," Lon intoned. Lon had been selected for this because he had a talent for taunting his victims that was unmatched in the group -- even Damian tended to deliver rather than making wicked taunts, but Lon could do both. Having gotten a taste of things the night before, Lon agreed to supervise Fernando's release. "You may think that because you are here, rather than in the place where we conducted your punishment, that it is all over and you are safe and can return to your wicked ways -- and nothing could be further from the truth!" Lon stepped forward and shoved his erection beneath the black bag covering Fernando's face. "Suck!"

Any ease Fernando was feeling ended abruptly when the bulbous head of a cock touched his lips. Such was his recent indoctrination that he never thought about resisting; his mouth was open before he thought about it. A hand behind his head drove him onto the shaft until he choked, then allowed him to back off while he gagged. "Remember what you're good for, Pussy Boy," the voice taunted. "You're good for sucking dicks and taking it up the ass. You're good at BEING a pussy, but the only thing you can do good FOR pussy is lick it! And you're gonna do that for your mistress EVERY NIGHT, aren't you?" The cock withdrew.

"Yes," Fernando choked out.

"Very good," the voice approved -- and the cock returned. "Suck and listen. We will be watching you, Fernando. You may suspect that you know who it is and where they are -- but you won't know, and generally, you'll be wrong. You have no privacy -- we have devices placed strategically where they can spy on you and someone will always be watching..." Mostly, this was bluff, although Toby was busy in Fernando's office at that very moment. "Periodically, someone will show up unannounced to remind you that your ass and mouth are public fuck-holes. Do a good job, or you'll pay for fucking up, big time! Do you understand?" The cock withdrew; to Fernando's embarrassment, he almost chased it as he'd been using it as a pacifier.

"Yes," he croaked.

"Of course, you'll be servicing your mistress regularly," Lon continued, "and you'll be facilitating at any visits she has from REAL men by blowing them and cleaning the seed from them and your mistress afterward -- that's your job, you know..." The cock withdrew.

"Yes, I know," Fernando intoned.

"Very good!" Lon rubbed Fernando's bald spot while he reinserted his cock in his mouth. As queer as this all was, Lon found it to be the bomb; the hazing was a lot more important to him than the physical piece.

"In general," Lon continued, "we will try to shield your children from the darker side of your affliction. Your daughter's boyfriend knows what you are and despises you for it -- but he knows nothing of us. You son hasn't seen any of your antics -- I'm sure you'd prefer to leave it that way..." Lon allowed himself an evil chuckle. "If you have no questions, we can move on to your graduation exercise." He withdrew his cock, expecting nothing from Fernando.

Fernando, however, managed to come up with something. "How did you rearrange my finances?"

Toby, who had just come in from Fernando's office, took over. "In case you haven't figured it out, you have come to the attention of a rather large secret organization. We possess considerable technical resources; moving your bank accounts to Marta was trivial. We discovered your secret retirement accounts, too -- and made them joint, as they should be. We found evidence that there is more, too, but we suspect that it is illegal, so we don't want Marta to be tainted by it."

Fernando felt as though he'd been kicked in the stomach. Was his entire financial empire exposed? Surely not...

"Anything else, Pussy Boy? Haven't you figured out that you aren't playing with amateurs here yet?" Lon taunted.

"W--who are you?" Fernando whispered.

"You'll never know. And you'll never know why we bothered with you. But some of us find your sorry ass to be entertaining, so we're gonna play with you..." Lon replied. "Anything else?"

"No."

"Then let's party..." Lon hauled him up and pushed him along toward the master bedroom. Randy was waiting there; Hank had been sent back to pick up Maddie and Pietro and deliver them when given the all clear. "All right, then!" he snatched the hood from Fernando's head.

Fernando was in his bedroom -- but there were several others present -- all naked and masked, as usual. Marta wasn't, though. She was lying on the bed with her knees up and spread. Someone pushed him; he glanced back to see the blond boy from the day before. "Go suck your mistress' twat," his distorted voice directed.

Fernando staggered forward and climbed carefully onto the bed; his hands were still bound behind him, making maintaining his balance difficult. He knelt up and slowly leaned in to begin licking and sucking his wife's now-familiar womanhood.

"Do a good job, Pussy Boy -- you want her to be REAL happy!" Lon taunted.

Marta took Fernando's head in her hands and began directing him and exhorting him to further effort, "Suck, Fernando! You know your way around by now! Make me cum! It is your duty!" Fernando didn't know whether he agreed with that or not, but he had no choice -- and he knew it -- so he slavered away, sucking Mart's clit between his lips and drubbing it with his tongue and licking along the protruding hood. Marta gasped and moaned and thrashed under his tongue, providing a lot more reaction than she ever had during coitus with Fernando.

Lon waved Randy forward; Randy crawled up on the bed beside Marta and began playing with her nipples. Lon taunted Fernando, "That's it, Fernando -- get your mistress ready for some nigger dick!"

Lon and Randy shared a glance -- and Randy grinned. They'd talked about this; Randy knew that Lon was going to be nasty and deliberately racist -- because Fernando was, and it increased the impact. Lon had a track record, too, and it made him somewhat diffident, but Louise had presented the case, and everyone agreed with it... Given the situation, Randy was getting a kick out of it, rather than being offended -- and he was ready, willing, and able to heap it on...

Marta knew her job, here, too -- and it was an easy one. All she had to do was enjoy herself. Randy climbed up beside her and started mauling her breasts, and Marta took his erection in hand, saying, "Isn't this nice, Fernando? Look at it -- long and hard and thick... Wouldn't you like to suck it?" She wrapped her lips around it.

Randy made sure Fernando was watching, then grabbed her head and fucked her mouth roughly. "Ahh, you got a sweet mouth! Too bad you haven't practiced any on REAL dicks!" He proceeded to choke her. "You'll learn..."

"She doesn't have to," Lon interjected. "She's got Pussy Boy, here to suck for her -- doesn't she, Pussy Boy?" He reached in and started playing with Fernando's hanging testicles. "Suck, Pussy Boy! Mama hasn't cum yet!" He grinned at Randy. "Save it for Fernando -- he likes nigger dick, too!"

"Sure..." Randy backed off -- but Marta continued to suckle, and made a show of enjoying it.

None of this was lost on Fernando. Every time he was certain they'd hit rock bottom, somehow, they managed to twist the knife. Here, on his own bed, he was servicing Marta and watching a black defile her mouth, knowing he was going to defile her womanhood, too -- and that he would be a participant! Could they top this?

They could -- but they waited for Marta to orgasm, first. When she clutched Fernando's head to her vulva and gasped out an orgasm, Lon waited until she relaxed and sank back, then started undoing Fernando's wrist bindings. Summoning Randy with a crooked finger, Lon told Fernando, "There's your next toy, Pussy Boy. Get it nice and hard and wet..." Randy grinned and stuck his cock in Fernando's face -- but let Fernando handle it; all of them knew that it was more humiliating to him if he wasn't being actively coerced. His hands freed, Fernando took the nasty black cock and balls in them and led them to his mouth. Why this continued to bother him wasn't clear -- by now, he'd had as many black cocks as white ones -- perhaps more. And the man who'd treated him the gentlest had been black, too. But his prejudices had been absorbed a long time ago, and while he knew how to mask them, he'd never made any effort to change anything. His tormentor being black was therefore icing on the cake -- even if they didn't taste any different... Fernando sucked and slobbered; the cock was hard already and merely needed wetting.

That didn't keep Randy from cupping the back of Fernando's head and hissing, "See? You like nigger dick, too, don't ya?"

A response didn't seem necessary; Fernando merely continued to suck.

After a minute or so, Randy panted, "Okay, that's good -- time to party! Fernando backed off and made to get out of the way -- but Lon stopped him, "Whoa! Where are you going, Pussy Boy? Climb up there and lend a hand! Since the only way you're ever gonna provide your mistress with a decent dick is to feed her somebody else's, you might as well get used to it! Reach up there and take that fine, fat nigger dick and put it in your wife's pussy! Go on..."

They'd done it -- they'd found a newer, more humiliating, more demeaning situation to put him in! Fernando's hand shook as he guided the turgid black cock to Marta's womanhood and rubbed it along her slit to open the lips, then seated it at her opening. He couldn't describe the feeling it gave him -- just that it made him want to explode! The black boy grinned behind his mask. "Go on," he teased, "Push it in. Give Mama some real dick..." Fernando watched the young man's eyes as he shifted his grip to the root of his cock and pulled it into the depths of his wife's womanhood. Marta moaned softly -- as much from arousal at the scene as from the penetration. Fernando backed off and Randy took Marta's knees and pushed them back to her shoulders and started pumping his length in and out of her.

Fernando again made to back off, but Lon said, "No, no! You're a participant, Pussy Boy! Roll on your back and get up in there close where you can lick his balls and your mistress' asshole! Go on -- when you're settled, I have a present for you!"

'Where do they dream this up?' Fernando wondered. It just kept coming -- insult on top of insult, humiliation layered atop humiliation... He did as he was told, until the sight of Marta's pussy lips hugging the chocolate shaft as it slid in and out was so close his eyes nearly crossed to focus on it.

"Lick," Lon directed. "Lick his balls. Lick her asshole. Get you some fresh pussy juice right off the shaft of the pump! Go on..."

It was the most degrading thing Fernando could even conceive of! Randy's dangling balls swung back and forth in easy reach of his tongue. Fernando cranked his head around so he could get at the juncture with his tongue. There was no imagining what would come next...

But he didn't even have to think about it, because as soon as his face was in Randy's and Marta's melded genitalia, Lon climbed up on the bed between Fernando's legs and started jacking him off with one hand and rubbing lubricant on his instantly cringing anus with the other! "Since you're helping out, you should enjoy the fun, too, don't you think, Pussy Boy?" Lon taunted. "I don't usually mess with anything technically male -- but you're not REALLY male, so I guess I can make an exception..." He worked a lubricated finger into Fernando's anus. "Open up for Papa and he'll give you some dick..."

It was too much! Goaded beyond endurance, what little will Fernando had remaining deserted him. Unable to contemplate the depths to which he'd been driven, his mind shut down and left his body on automatic. He couldn't think -- to think was to contemplate the layer upon layer upon layer of humiliation that had been heaped upon him -- all he could do was react. React to the heavy musk of hot sex in his nose, and the hand on his manhood, and the fingers probing his ass... He raised his feet to grant the fingers more access and stuck his tongue into the melee of plunging bodies in front of him and reached up to rub the ass driving that black meat into the pussy before him. Who owned the cock and who owned the pussy was no longer relevant; it was hot sex in front of his face! Somewhere, a voice crooned, "Play with yourself, Pussy Boy! I'm sure you can do a better job than I can!" so he removed his hands from the pumping ass and moved them to his crotch. And the fingers kept coming; he relaxed so he could enjoy it, rather than fighting them. They swirled around inside him, working at his opening, and he added it to his other sensations -- the smell of mixed pussy juice and pre-cum, sweat, the taste of well-lubricated cock, the sound of Marta's moans of pleasure, the slap of their bodies slamming together, the male's grunts of effort and pleasure, the feel of hands -- his hands? -- on his penis...

The female (Fernando no longer knew who it was -- it was information his mind didn't want to deal with) gave out a wail and the juncture of her pussy and the plunging cock became suddenly noticeably juicier. The woman kicked Fernando a couple of times as she drummed her heels on the mattress, then she relaxed. The male's voice rumbled something that Fernando could no longer process as language, then the cock withdrew from the pussy and poked Fernando in the mouth! Fernando opened his mouth and sucked it in avidly, tasting the rich flavor of the woman's orgasmic secretions.

Randy laughed. Fernando didn't seem to be fighting things at all; he'd pulled his cock out of Marta and shoved it into the fat man's face and he'd gobbled it like a lollipop! If he even heard Randy taunt him, it wasn't apparent... He let Fernando suck for a moment while Marta got control of herself then withdrew and redirected his cock into her still-pulsing pussy -- and Fernando followed it to target, making sucking motions! The guy's eyes were glazed; Randy realized that Fernando was toast... "Hey, Man, Pussy Boy is toast! He's gone! Give him some dick!"

"Okay..." Lon crawled up and seated his cock at Fernando's anus and pressed -- and he sank inside without much struggle. "Pussy's ready!" he laughed, and slowly started working himself in and out of Fernando's ass.

Fernando released the tasty dick and watched it go away and plug itself back into the pussy wistfully. As it began to move, he started licking the hairy, dangling, sweaty balls swinging over his face. As he sucked one of them in, he became aware that the fingers were gone from his hole... Before he could even miss them properly, however, a blunt object replaced them and began challenging the opening of his fuck hole. Fernando didn't tense up, and it sank inside him slowly. Fernando had learned to find pleasure in this before, and he had no problem doing it again; he grunted and pumped his penis rapidly, gasping as he felt the cock invading his fuck hole. There was something about it -- something oddly right... He moaned and relaxed, visibly.

Lon noticed. "Like that dick, do you?" he laughed. He stepped things up, pulling out and driving his cock deeper into Fernando's ass. After a few stokes, he recognized that he was getting active cooperation and crowed, "Pussy Boy wants to fuck! Okay, Pussy Boy -- let's fuck! I'm gonna pound your ass until you juice all over yourself, so you'd better get pumping!"

Fernando wasn't really processing speech -- but the cock was moving in his fuck hole and hitting all the right spots. His hands worked at his pleasure points and he took in everything that was going on -- the urgent pumping in his ass, the similarly urgent pumping in front of his face -- and let it raise him higher and higher on waves of pleasure.

The woman began to show tremendous excitement again -- and it fed Fernando's. She began to shake and thrash and make noises and her pussy began visibly pulsing in front of Fernando's nose, flooding him with the taste and smell of her juices as they ran around the plunging cock. Again, she settled down, and the cock withdrew from her womanhood and reoriented on Fernando -- who was waiting for it! Sucking it in, he savored the rich flavors and the texture of it -- and it put him over the top! Pleasure poured from his penis with his seed, washing over him as his penis dribbled on chest and belly.

As he collapsed in exhaustion, the cock left his mouth again and plugged itself back into the pussy. He watched listlessly as they started moving again, the cock driving and pumping. In Fernando's mind, that pumping became linked with the ongoing pumping in his fuck hole, which continued to provide flashes of pleasure.

Lon watched Marta come the second time, and Randy feed Fernando his cock -- but Fernando's orgasm took him by surprise. After Fernando dribbled on his belly, he went largely slack, but Lon could see that he was still engaged by the sex act happening in his face. "Come on, Pussy Boy, it's not all about you," he grunted, swatting Fernando on the ass.

Fernando grunted and clenched up -- and tried to stay that way, because it felt better, more pleasurable. Lon noticed right away -- both the improvement and Fernando's efforts -- and started seriously working to dump his load in Fernando. He didn't swat Fernando again until he released himself -- and Fernando was holding on for several strokes at a time before losing control. Fernando started seriously concentrating on the blond boy plundering his fuck hole -- trying to make it good for both of them. His penis firmed again to a certain extent, allowing him to masturbate again, and it helped him enjoy the pounding.

Lon really never planned to get off -- but Fernando made it possible, so he went looking for it. And in a couple of minutes, he found it! "Okay, Pussy Boy!" he grunted, when he was over the edge and certain to erupt, "Here's your present!" He didn't bury himself, but instead seated the flange of his glans along the inner portion of Fernando's sphincter and poured three or four shots of semen into Fernando's colon. "Hope you enjoyed it!" he panted, working himself slowly back and forth through the constriction, milking it for friction and pleasure.

Fernando settled back, exhausted -- and feeling the kind of fulfillment he assumed a woman felt when she took a man's seed but didn't climax. It was still a job done well... He gazed blankly at the couple still copulating in front of him, the excitement gone -- and not really replaced by anything, including thought. They seemed to be getting more frantic...

They were. Randy was approaching his orgasm -- and Marta was closing on number three, simultaneously. As Randy ramped things up, it sped both of them closer and closer...

"YAAAAH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Randy let go, blasting a flood into Marta -- who screeched wordlessly as the first pulse hit her depths and convulsed in her own climax! She threw her legs around Randy's back, instinct insisting that her mate of the moment go nowhere while his seed flooded her, and they crushed themselves to each other in an attempt to meld.

Fernando watched in an odd state of detachment as the pair crushed themselves together and white goo seeped out around the plunger seated in the woman's depths. It was... mildly interesting... Then he passed out.