Chapter 20

Sometime during the ruckus with Bernice, Beth finished off all three of her partners -- first Frank, then Robert, and finally Pete. "That looked like a lot of fun," Tabitha ventured.

"I loved it!" Beth bubbled. "I seldom manage to get that much attention. Did you have a good time, Sweetie?"

"He bites," Tabitha pretended to pout, waving at Frank, "but I liked it. Is that weird?"

"Not to me, Sweetie," Beth assured her, "Not to me." Turning to Robert, she said, "Whenever you're ready."

Robert nodded at the pillory, then headed over to the bar for some water. When he returned, Tabitha was assisting Beth in reconfiguring the pillory so she could stand upright with just her wrists pinned with her arms parallel to the ground. It took some doing -- eventually, they arranged things such that Beth's elbows were bent to allow a straight shot at the wrist openings -- but they managed. Robert addressed the mild interest that the activity provoked, "As I understand it, 'B' has promised a demonstration. Some of you will be amazed, others entertained -- and some of you will no doubt be repelled. Before those of you in the latter group condemn anyone, you should hear this..."

Beth took the cue. "People are different -- not everyone is wired the same. For some people -- and I'm one of them -- pain and the constraints of bondage are multipliers of sexual arousal; in other words, don't feel sorry for me -- I'm getting off on this!" She smiled gaily and waved at her growing audience, then turned to the pillory to be restrained.

Meanwhile, Robert laid out some items -- a heavy leather paddle, a flogger made of cowhide, and a long, slim cane. Eyeing Adele and Phyllis, he said, "I'm going to warm her up with the paddle. I understand that you two owe her..." Phyllis waved off, but Adele stepped up; she was still in the leather mask, and still not enjoying it, although she was well aware that she looked good and she'd had a good time, in the main. Robert grunted a laugh. "You look like a classic Dominatrix in that getup -- we ought to take pictures." He gave Adele some quiet instructions regarding use of the paddle -- mostly the fact that it wasn't for use anywhere that wasn't well-padded -- and stepped up to deliver the first strike.

SMACK!

The sound more or less riveted the attention of everyone in the room. People who had stayed in place during the initial announcements converged on the pillory.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Robert delivered ten blows spaced at an interval of a couple of seconds, more or less to warm Beth up, then he handed the paddle to Adele.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A half-dozen was enough for Adele -- she got slower and slower and stopped at that point. Robert eyed Frank for a moment, then handed off.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Frank delivered ten with some relish -- perhaps harder than Robert had -- but that was all right, anyway... From Robert's reading, you needed to ramp up these things. He stepped forward and felt between Beth's legs. "She's wet," he announced.

Miriam, who was hovering close, nodded. Randy, who was holding her against him with an arm around her waist, nodded, too. Miriam was going to do this -- she wanted to. She would need her challenges -- and he would need to continue to provide them.

Robert picked up the flogger and started applying it in a criss-cross pattern on Beth's back, his arm in a constant figure-eight motion. This created a series of soft, thuddy slaps, punctuated by soft grunts from Beth. After about thirty seconds of this treatment, Beth's back was notably reddened -- but she wasn't complaining. Robert pointed to a vibrator lying on the table; Frank picked it up and, squatting to stay out of the way, worked it around the pillar to a location where he could address Beth's clitoris with it; Beth backed a bit to facilitate this. He then teased her with the device while Robert worked the flogger up and down her back and ass.

At first, there seemed to be no effect on Beth from any of this -- but then her legs began to shake, jarring her, and suddenly, she screamed! Juice squirted from her pussy onto the pillory and Frank's hand and arm as she howled, her head thrown back, clearly beyond sanity. Robert stopped using the flogger and stepped in to run his hands along her reddened back and ass, speaking softly to her while she hung, moaning, from the pillory, her legs having given way.

Several people present were seriously concerned. Bonita came forward and asked, "Are you all right?"

Beth turned a weary face to her and smiled. "Never better! I just had the most amazing orgasm..." Bystanders shook their heads in amazement.

"Are we done?" Robert asked.

"No," Beth replied. "Do the front. Clamp me. Whip my tits. I want another one of those..."

Robert pointed to Frank and looked around. Randy hesitantly raised his hand and Robert beckoned. "Put her back to the thing," he directed.

This took a little doing, too, but they managed. Robert collected more materials while they were working; when she was settled, he stepped in with a pair of small clamps on chains and, kneeling down to work, clamped them to her labia. Then, one at a time, he hung fishing weights from the chains until there were three per labia. This stretched Beth's pussy weirdly out of shape, and was clearly uncomfortable, but Beth merely grunted and groaned a bit. Robert glanced at Frank, who stepped in and started playing with the weights -- making the chain move. Beth looked down at him and gasped, "You're going to have a hard time finding a girlfriend..."

In the background, Randy disagreed; Miriam was quivering like a bird dog as he held her against him, her attention fixed. Randy was beginning to worry -- what if he couldn't keep up with Miriam's odd needs?

Robert then collected a bunch of clothespins on a string and began using them to pinch bits of Beth's breast flesh, starting on the outside of her right breast and going across her nipple then on to her right, again pinning a nipple as her worked his way around to her side. "When you do this kind of thing," Robert explained to his audience, "it hurts when you attach the pins, it hurts when you disturb them..." He flicked at a clothespin attached to Beth's left nipple, "and it hurts to remove them. I know what you're thinking - so why am I doing it?" He shrugged. "Ultimately, it's because 'B' wants me to. Don't ask me to go beyond that and try to get into her head for the reasons why. I THINK it's the challenge -- she proves herself worthy by doing something outrageous -- something a normal person wouldn't sit still for. She's proving that she literally will do anything I demand of her. I'm still learning, but that seems to be the long and the short of it."

Miriam was nodding her head, rapt, Randy noted.

"This," Robert indicated the string of clothespins, "is called a zipper. You take one end..." He delivered a significant look to Frank.

Frank yanked the cord, pulling the pins loose in a single rapid ripping tug. Beth screeched, but got herself under control rapidly. There was a mutter from the audience, but Beth managed a pained smile. "People who get off on this kind of thing call titties 'fun bags'," she related. "They're kind of like your ass -- a place where you can cause a lot of pain without really damaging anything. I might get a couple of bruises from this, but there won't be any permanent damage. You'd be amazed at what they can take."

Taking that as a cue, Robert again took up the flogger and began laying it on Beth's breasts -- not leaning into it, just giving them a good slap, back and forth, left to right. They reddened quickly. When they were good and red, Robert gestured and Frank chased the vibrator. It took twenty seconds for Beth to scream...

Some people were repelled -- others were fascinated -- but most were relieved when they took Beth down and Robert hauled her into the main room for a cuddle on the couch. Things started to fizzle out; most were more or less sated.

Bernice, being the only volunteer that hadn't been picked up on waivers, was politicking. "Hey, uh, you got a minute?" she asked Isaiah.

"Yeah, I guess. What's up?"

"Well, I wondered if you were interested..."

"I'm handled," Isaiah replied. "Besides, weren't you just with him?" He pointed out Toby.

"Well, yeah, but it was just, um, kind of a one-off..." Bernice muttered. Suddenly, she realized how her tryst with Toby must have looked.

"I'm not up for shit," Isaiah said shortly. "Besides, this lady has been handling things just fine."

"Well," Bernice rejoined, "you know, that's cool and everything, but maybe you'd like to, um, try something different... Besides, I'm sure she's nice and all, but you can't take her to Homecoming."

Isaiah eyed her crossly, but Phyllis interjected, "She's right. Tonight is about sex -- not a relationship or anything. I won't be going on dates, even if you want to see me again. You'll need someone you can take out..."

"Well, I'm not just taking what's on the shelf tonight," Isaiah growled. "Maybe next time." He waved Bernice off. "Seems like she'll fuck anything that walks, anyway..."

Randy hauled a load of happy males off toward school, where they could pick up their other rides. Miriam rode up front with him, bubbling over Beth. "That was AMAZING!" she enthused.

"Yeah," Randy agreed half-heartedly.

Miriam eyed him. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know if I can keep up with that," Randy confessed. "I needed to have that kind of thing, and you're handling it -- and that's great, but... I never really saw myself doing a lot of that stuff. What you want may be more than I'm up for."

"It'll be all right," Miriam soothed. "It's neat, but I can do without it."

Randy wasn't so sure. It looked like he'd created a monster...

With the pressure off, established couples tended to stay -- and scatter. Terence, Bonita, Clint, and Brenda moved out onto the patio as a foursome, taking some relaxation by the pool. Damian and Alyssa took over the living room, while Pete and Tabitha and Bobby and Trish stayed downstairs. Masks came off as the officially uninformed were bussed out, the four female volunteers going in Randy and Miriam's second load.

Marta headed home after Alonzo's departure -- her new sexuality was still tentative and didn't lend itself to multiple partners at a sitting. Likewise, Phyllis and Adele backed out and headed home, having gotten more than their fill of adventure.

Louise was a bit irritated; Pete had done fine, but she kept looking for more -- and not finding it. Beth had gotten a good going over, but Louise had only gotten Pete... Ray Thinnes had shown some interest, but he left with the others, leaving Louise high and dry. It was nearly midnight, and Louise was done -- again! Sighing, she got dressed and cleaned up and got ready to leave -- not that she wanted to go home, particularly. While watching Fred cavort with some young kid might be fun, it would just add to the itch... Picking up her cell phone, she checked her messages.

There was one from Rico! "Uh, hey, Louise -- I was wondering what you're doing tonight..." It had come in at around nine, it looked like. Louise gave things about two second's thought before punching redial.

There was a lot of background noise -- Rico had obviously gone clubbing. "Rico, Baby, how are you?"

"Louise?"

"Uh huh. Sorry I didn't get your message earlier, we were doing it up at the club. Football, you know," Louise related.

"Oh," Rico muttered, deflated. "I was hoping..."

"Do you just want company, or do you want to fuck, Baby?" Louise asked. "Tell me the truth..."

"Well..." Rico considered. What did that mean exactly? "I'd, uh, settle for company..."

"You don't have to settle, Baby -- old women don't interest these young bucks enough. I need attention -- you got any to spare?"

Suddenly, Rico's night was looking up! "I might..."

"Where are you?"

"The Dance Machine. Over on Montrose."

"Watch for me -- I'll be there in fifteen minutes!"

"What do you want to drink?" Rico asked.

"Long Island Iced Tea."

"I'll have on waiting!"

"Baby, are you out with the boys?"

"Well, Luis..." Luis Garza was a sheetrock hanger by trade -- a small, wiry guy.

"I don't know him -- does he know Fred?"

"Nah. Don't think so."

"I'm gonna need a lot of attention -- don't cut him loose!"

"Oh! Okay!" Yeah, things had suddenly gotten wild...

"Fred's entertaining -- That might be fun to peek in on before we get started. Are you sure Luis doesn't know him?" Louise prompted.

"Well, no... Kinda hard to ask..." Rico mused. 'Kinky,' he thought. 'Things have taken a left turn and gotten kinky.'

"Would he be interested in that kind of light entertainment?" Louise asked.

"I'll feel him out," Rico promised.

"If not, we can still fuck, Baby," Louise told him. "I need a couple of good cocks."

"That we can deliver," Rico agreed, "for sure!"

"I'll be right there!" Louise promised gaily, hanging up. "Damian!"

"Mama?" Damian turned to eye her from the couch.

"I'm going to spend the night at Rico's. I'll see you all in the morning."

"Okay, Mama, have a good time." Damian returned his attention to Alyssa. He'd heard the other, too, but if Mama was going to get her jollies spying on Pa, he really didn't care. Terence would shit, but Pa still had a lot to answer for, in Damian's book...

Outside, the foursome was draped over a pair of loungers, talking, after having dipped in the pool. "I'd love to see the Bitch take some of that shit," Clint mused.

"You really have it in for her, don't you?" Terence grunted.

"You have no idea, Man," Clint replied.

"You sound like Mama -- all vengeful. Still, there ought to be a way..."

"I think I'm past blaming girls in general," Clint said softly, squeezing Brenda against him, "but the Bitch is a special case. She's the reason, after all..."

"We would need someone to suck her in," Terence mused. "I'm not a genius in these things -- let's talk to Toby and Damian -- and maybe Lon." After a moment's thought, he added, "And Mama."

"Quiet out here," Brenda murmured, changing the subject. "Is everybody gone?"

"Mostly," Terence opined. "Lemme look." A couple of minutes later, he was back. "Tab's trying to wear Pete out, and Bobby and Trish are all cuddled up looking sleepy. They're all downstairs."

"And likely to stay that way?" Brenda asked. She was jacking Clint and had his heavy, thick cock standing tall.

"Yeah." Terence nodded.

"Want to share?" Brenda smiled, then sucked Clint's erection in.

Terence flicked a glance at Bonita. "I can play, too," she affirmed, and leaned over to take charge of Terence's erection as he stood there. "There will be opportunities."

Brenda released Clint's cock with a pop, "I SAID share..." She wiggled Clint's shaft at Terence. Terence squatted beside the lounger and leaned over to take his turn at Clint's meat. Brenda worked herself under Terence to get at Clint's balls. "You guys are nuts!" Clint gasped, glancing around. Bonita got up off the lounger and urged Terence to stand with her hands so she could get at his cock from behind. Brenda looked up between his legs and grinned at her girlfriend, then wormed her way out to stand beside her. "Play with his ass," she whispered.

"What?" Bonita retorted.

"Play with it. Finger it. Lick it. Stick your tongue in it," Brenda amplified.

"Well, okay." Bonita wet a finger and started running it around Terence's anus. Terence groaned around Clint's cock. Brenda smiled.

"Licking is probably better," Brenda advised. Bonita nodded and leaned in to probe Terence's anus with her tongue. This interfered some with her masturbation of Terence's cock, so Brenda reached in. "Nice one!" she approved, jacking it.

"I think so," Bonita giggled.

"I see you having lots of fun with it," Brenda cackled. "I think I've been replaced!"

"No, not really... You seem to enjoy that one," Bonita retorted, pointing at Clint's cock.

"Oh, yeah... You should try it!"

"I don't think so," Bonita mused.

"You'll be the only one of us who hasn't," Brenda pointed out. "I think it's the right thing to do."

"Well..."

"Maybe she's right," Clint gasped. "Know your competition..." He grinned. He didn't have any particular romantic interest in Bonita, but she was important to both Terence and Brenda... They needed to sew the group together, rather than having people hanging out on the fringes. Similarly, Brenda was going to need to take on Terence -- but that didn't seem to be as much of an issue...

"It's okay," Brenda explained, "Think of Clint as part of our, umm, extended family. He's important to Terence and he's important to me, so..."

"I..." Bonita was eyeing Terence worriedly.

"Terence, Bonita is worried that you'll take it the wrong way if she does anything with Clint," Brenda voiced the obvious objection.

Terence reluctantly backed off Clint's cock. "Brenda's right, Mamacita," he told Bonita. "Come down here and help me suck him."

There wasn't really anything to say -- her man wanted help! Bonita circled around to the far side of the lounger and leaned in to lick the right side of Clint's shaft, meeting Terence's thick lips and tongue over the swollen tip to combine a kiss with tonguing Clint's glans. Bonita's major concern over having sex was what her man would think of it -- and if Terence wanted her to share Clint's cock with him, that made things pretty clear...

Brenda found herself suddenly locked out. There had to be a way to get in on this...

Clint stuck his tongue out at her -- and wiggled it. Brenda nodded -- that would work -- she could squat over the head of the lounger and Clint could suck her pussy. But it wasn't enough... "Work with me," she directed Terence, taking him by the hips and repositioning him so that his ass faced more toward Clint's torso than his feet. Then she did the same for Bonita before straddling the lounger head and squatting to receive Clint's lips and tongue on her hot vulva.

It worked -- both she and Clint had access to Terence's cock and ass -- and Bonita's pussy and ass. "Watch me, Lover!" Brenda gasped, then demonstrated how Bonita liked to be fingered. Clint watched, then took over -- and Brenda settled back onto his face; he would work on Bonita by feel. Brenda braced herself with one hand and used the other to finger Terence's ass and play with his cock and balls.

It was pleasant for everyone, but there was some question whether anyone was going to get off; each of them had a distraction to go with his or her pleasure. Clint was getting one Hell of a blowjob, with Terence and Bonita taking turns and applying differing techniques every few seconds -- but he had a hand in Bonita and his tongue in Brenda, which distanced him from it. Brenda had to maintain her balance and play with Terence, and Terence and Bonita had the blow job to handle -- and cooperation in doing it.

It was a great warm up, though, and eventually someone -- Bonita -- got off. Clint had bigger fingers than Brenda, and if he was a little clumsy, the buzzing pattern he used on Bonita's clit was still more than adequate. Terence noticed Bonita's efforts tailing off and took over, watching his girlfriend as she turned pink and started whining and bouncing, freeing a hand to play with one of her nipples as she jittered through an orgasm. When it was over, Bonita backed up. Brenda tugged on her arm and gasped, "Get him ready. Lick him. Use your fingers..." and surrendered Terence's ass to her care. Having already done it once, Bonita had no reservations as she moved in and started tonguing Terence's asshole while pulling his cock -- and Brenda could concentrate on enjoying the orgasm Clint was working hard to trigger with his lips and tongue. Bonita, able to spare a hand, reached out to collect one of Brenda's stiff nipples and abuse it with her fingers -- something she knew from long experience the black girl enjoyed. "WAAAAAHHH!!! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Brenda howled as orgasm overcame her.

Terence was in the zone -- maybe it was embarrassing before and after, but he enjoyed sucking cock. There was a feeling of power that came with it, feeling the responses of the guy being blown and knowing you were the one driving him nuts. Clint was being wide open about things, groaning and hunching and gasping and rubbing the back of Terence's head because he WANTED to bury himself down Terence's throat, but it wasn't polite. Besides, Terence was taking him deep every few strokes, anyway... Meanwhile, soft hands on his cock and a tongue teasing his ass added pleasure to Terence's experience.

Brenda and Bonita were expecting Clint to take Terence anally -- that's what they were preparing Terence for -- but Terence was too talented; Clint clutched his head and pushed his thick sausage of a cock deep into Terence's gullet, then erupted, grunting, down his throat. After the first pulse, he remembered himself and let go, and Terence backed off to where Clint's copious flood washed over his taste buds. Terence sucked Clint clean while Clint lay hunched and tense, his stomach muscles rigid from the incredible sensations of Terence's lips and tongue on his sensitive post-orgasmic erection. When he finished, Clint pulled him forward atop him for something they'd never gotten around to to date -- a kiss.

Bonita's first reaction was disgust, but before she made any utterance, Brenda elbowed her. "We do that all the time," she whispered. Bonita re-assessed the situation and shrugged; viewed in that light, Brenda was right -- she had nothing to say, really.

Terence was taken by surprise, but he accepted Clint's kiss for the demonstration of affection it was and returned it. Clint was obviously covering both sides of the fence -- and while Terence suspected that Clint was a bit more prone to being gay than he was, he enjoyed it and he enjoyed Clint and if Clint wanted to explore things more emotionally, Terence could handle it.

Given the kiss, Terence was unsurprised when Clint whispered, "Do me." Clint might be hung like a kielbasa, but that didn't seem to mean that he needed to be in the dominant position in the relationship -- or even wanted to. Terence nodded, whispered, "Okay," and scuttled back to where he could apply his tongue to Clint's ass the way the girls had done it to his.

Bonita and Brenda shared a glance, and Brenda muttered, "I think it's time we caught up some, don't you? It's been a while." She pulled Bonita into an embrace and leaned down to kiss her. After a moment, she had Bonita lie back on the next lounger and crawled atop her in a sixty-nine.

Tongue play wasn't an attention-consuming activity, however; both of them were interested in watching their men fit themselves together. All in all, it didn't look much different than standard missionary-style sex when Terence sat up and crawled forward to engage Clint's anus; Clint was holding his knees up and out just as one of them would have to allow Terence freedom of movement. Clint grimaced and grunted as Terence applied pressure to his ass, but both girls remembered times when they'd been tight and penetration had hurt...

Terence took his time; the spit they were using was neither copious nor a prime lubricant. But he worked himself in to the root and started a stroke -- slow at first, but building -- especially after Clint grunted, "Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!" Ass was different than pussy, but not THAT different; the major constriction was at the entrance, the double ring of Clint's anus. In Terence's experience, girls had folds and ridges inside that could clutch a cock some and provide additional stimulation -- but they didn't always. A rectum was smoother and tended to clutch his cock less, but the anus itself tended to be tighter and more tenacious than a vaginal entrance. Clint seemed to want something in particular from him -- and Terence was pretty sure he knew what it was; he wanted to be powered into, dominated. Clint liked muscular guys and he like watching videos of muscular guys sucking and fucking; guys Terence had learned were referred to as twinks weren't of interest to Clint unless they were having sex with someone buff. Terence got it -- and as long as Clint didn't go overboard, he was cool with it. He pounded his cock into Clint's ass, watching him take it, his face an odd rictus as he jerked himself off in time to Terence's strokes.

Clint couldn't describe why, exactly, but he enjoyed what they were doing almost as much as Terence did, directly, and a little masturbation made it even better. The feel of Terence's cock in him wasn't something he could describe as pure pleasure, but it held a driving urgency for him that was akin to the one he felt when he was fucking Brenda. Terence's cock would bump along his prostate causing indescribable sensations -- and if he added the overt pleasure of sliding his hand along his shaft and rubbing his glans with the ring of his thumb and forefinger, it was just incredible! He got Terence to hold his knees so he could masturbate with both hands and gasped and groaned in pleasure to Terence's pounding stroke.

Both of the girls got a good look at things, then started paying more attention to each other, while maintaining some peripheral attention to the other coupling. Their difference in height made the position with Brenda on top convenient and effective; Brenda could arch herself to a position which provided Bonita full access to her pussy while burying her head comfortably between Bonita's chubby thighs. This was a standard position for them and they were thoroughly practiced at it. Bonita nibbled at Brenda's inner labia -- a favorite activity for the black girl -- while Brenda sucked Bonita's clit between her thick lips and tongued it, sliding the hood back and forth over the engorged nub with a stiffened tongue tip.

As a result of their familiarity, Brenda had one orgasm and Bonita had two before Terence and Clint reached their peaks. Clint triggered it when his thick cock began to pulse in orgasm, causing his anus to clutch Terence spasmodically while he jetted semen onto his chest and belly. The rhythmic clutch triggered and the sight of Clint spewing his seed onto himself set Terence off; causing the black boy to shoot long spurts of seed into his lover's rectum, groaning.

Terence backed out and hunted around for a towel -- but they didn't have any. Bonita hopped up and said, "Sit down, mi amor, I'll get you a towel and a washcloth."

Terence grinned. "Thanks, Mamacita. Things got a little messy..." He pulled her in for a kiss as she passed.

Brenda eyed Clint's chest. "You need something, too." Clint nodded ruefully. "I'll be back," she promised.

Inside, they hit the linen closet and upstairs bathroom to wet washcloths. "Does what they did bother you?" Bonita asked Brenda.

"Not a lot," Brenda replied. "I like anal sex -- why shouldn't Clint? Where is he going to get it?"

"Aren't you afraid they'll...?"

"Become a couple and dump us?" Brenda finished for her. "No. You, in particular, needn't worry -- Terence likes guy sex, but he likes girls better, I think. Clint, on the other hand..." She sighed. "If I didn't look and act so much like a boy, I probably wouldn't have him for a boyfriend. What on Earth will happen if we get serious and I show up pregnant and start bulging at the belly and growing tits?"

"He'll accept it," Bonita assured her -- but Bonita wasn't convinced, herself, and it showed.

"Maybe," Brenda agreed. "You don't want to mess with Terence's head by being jealous -- you need to accept Clint and try to be cool about it. It might be smart if you -- I don't know..."

"Had sex with him?" Bonita asked.

"Well, yeah, maybe. Show him you get it."

Bonita nodded. "You said that before. What about you and Terence?"

"I won't steal your man, Lover. But I think it's a good idea. They need to know that we're not uncomfortable with them or each other. There are a bunch of ways this could go -- but I think if we try to drive them in one direction, we'll lose," Brenda opined. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course!"

"Do you trust Terence?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

"I will," Bonita affirmed.

Outside, Clint eyed Terence's cock. "Messy."

"Yeah." Terence nodded, then grinned. "I fucked the shit out of you."

Clint grinned. "How was it?"

"Pretty good. You?"

"Yeah. I liked it."

"I figured. You squirted goo all over your chest."

"Yeah." Clint eyed his own mess. "The girls seemed okay..."

"Yeah." Terence thought about it. "They're trying. I think it helps that they have each other."

"Yeah, but they had each other before. I don't think that's good enough for Brenda," Clint opined.

"Bonita, either," Terence agreed. "Is this enough for us?"

"I don't know."

Terence did. For him, guy sex was good, and he would always want it -- but emotionally, he needed a girl. Little bouncy Bonita gave him things he just wasn't going to get anywhere else. He held his peace, though, merely nodding; it wouldn't do to push Clint one way or the other.

The girls came back, talking quietly among themselves. Brenda leaned down to swipe at Clint's chest with a washrag -- but she leaned in to kiss him, too -- a sign of acceptance of his other activities. Bonita knelt to wash Terence, not making any fuss about the brown goo she was removing from his cock and balls. Terence grimaced. "If we're gonna do that kind of thing, I guess we should clean ourselves out first."

Bonita nodded. "Maybe we all should, just in case..." That got her looks from both Terence and Clint.

"Yeah, maybe," Terence agreed.