Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 11 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: mmmF ir anal M-dom oral mf mF ff beast

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 11

        Having gotten as far as she could with hostess duties, it was time
for Candace to try to minimize whatever punishment Damian had in mind for
her.  Sucking up was the obvious tactic.  She hadn't missed Damian and Lon's
conversation, and suspected that it boded ill for her; on the other hand,
maybe Lon had told Damian to lay off or take it easy -- wouldn't THAT be
nice?

        She came over to Damian and knelt before him, locking eyes with him.
"Damian, I'm really sorry I acted like a fool downstairs.  Please forgive
me?"

        Damian eyed her, poker-faced.  "And that's it?  If you had come over
to me and admitted to the relationship that everybody KNOWS we have, nothing
would have happened.  Instead, you got stupid and bucked and roared and made
an ass of yourself.  Then, when I set things up so we could handle your
situation in private, you come to me with this tale that you and only you
can hand out cheese and crackers -- like I'm an idiot or something.  That's
disrespect.  It's contempt.  It's a firm belief that you can blow me a snow
job, and I'll suck it up, no problem.  And you comin' over here and batting
your eyes and making cute noises doesn't fix it!"

        'Oh, shit!'  "Damian -- Master -- I didn't mean it like that!  I..."

        "Bullshit!" Damian roared.  "You were trying to run me -- well,
guess what?  I was fishing, and you just hit the end of the line!"  He
turned to regard the others.  "Y'all don't have to watch this.  On the other
hand, if you got nothing to do for entertainment for the next little bit,
you're welcome to, since Candace gave up the right for the whole deal to go
down in any privacy.  Beth, you're an exception -- I want you hangin' out
here."

        "Yes, Master."  Butter wouldn't melt in Beth's mouth.

        "Speaking of giving me shit," Damian returned his attention to
Candace.  "Here I am, and I bet you didn't take care of the preparations I
told you to take any time I was coming by..."

        Candace blanched.  "There was no time, Master!  Please, I really
didn't know you were coming, and there were other people who had to be
called..."  Candace was positively groveling and trying to wheedle her way
out of trouble -- and a number of people were visibly enjoying it, notably
Lon, who crooked a finger at Sally.  Sally lost no time dashing over and
sitting on his lap, knowing that trouble would ensue if she didn't...

        Rick stood.  "I think we'll be heading out.  C'mon, Teela, I'll take
you home."

        "I'm going, too," Jean announced.

        Louise opened her mouth, shut it.  Maybe she should be here...

        Terence remained where he was.  If Mama was gonna stay for the
show...

        Randy opened his mouth, but Damian cut him off, "Hey, Rain Man, ever
fuck a bitch in the ass?"

        "Uhhh, no..."

        "Well, today's your lucky day, then, ain't it, Candace?"

        Candace closed her eyes.  "Yes, Master."  She opened them and risked
a glance at Lon -- not the only person in the room to do so -- and Lon shook
his head.  Apparently Damian and Lon had had a meeting of the minds...

        Damian caught her, of course.  "Ain't gonna happen," he announced
confidently.  Those announcing an interest in leaving had heard more than
enough -- they headed for the door.  "Whip it out, Rain Man," Damian
instructed.  "Bring it over here and let her get it wet.  If I was you, I'd
shuck out of my pants -- it's more comfortable."  Returning his attention to
Candace, he directed, "Undress me."  Candace, crestfallen, started working
on his shoes.  Damian glanced around and asked, "Hey, you guys wanna go
downstairs?  The facilities are a little better..."

        "That would be fine with me, Man," Lon said lazily.  "If you don't
want to use the table..."

        "I'm thinking me or Rain Man might get uncomfortable on it," Damian
replied, leaving the inference that Candace's comfort wasn't an issue.
"Hold up, Slut -- we're going downstairs.  Bring my shoes."  He headed for
the stairs.  "You better be close enough behind me that I smell pussy, Slut
-- and Rain Man wants to see your ass jiggle."

        'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!'  "Yes, Master!"  Candace tucked herself in
behind Damian.  Randy grabbed the stuff he'd removed and followed.  Lon
waved Beth before him, then Sally, then headed down.  Toby followed Lon,
with Louise following him and Terence bringing up the rear.  Lon whispered
back to Toby, "He's good, isn't he?"

        "Yeah," Toby agreed.  "Your ma would be shitting her pants if she
was wearing any."  He could taste her worry and discomfort -- and
anticipation -- with his powers.

        Once they were downstairs, Damian directed Candace, "Throw one of
those mattresses on the top of the pool table -- we want to give everyone a
good view of the proceedings."  He then finished undressing himself as
Candace wrestled a mattress into place for her own punishment and abuse to
occur on.

        Randy finished undressing, too -- and Louise sat up and took notice.
"Hey, you're right -- that isn't the wiener I expected," she whispered to
Beth.

        Beth grinned.  "I taught him right, too -- he'll do a good job..."

        Terence looked on in silence -- it wouldn't do to let Rain Man know
that he might be interested.  After a moment, though, he whispered to Beth,
"You gotta tell me about this glory hole thing."

        "Sure, Sweetie -- later, when we can be alone..."

        Damian beckoned Randy over to him.  "I'm gonna lay out on my back
and get her to blow me, then she'll climb on.  When she's set, you climb up
and let her blow you, then stick your dick in her ass and go to town with
it.  You ain't there to make her happy, Man -- talk shit, swat her on the
ass -- generally give her Hell.  I'm gonna surprise her if I can and get
Toby to stick his dick down her throat.  I want her thoroughly fucking
miserable -- then when you guys are all done, I'm gonna get her off.  Got
it?"

        "Yah, I guess."  Randy looked mildly perplexed.  "You want me to
hurt her?"

        "Yup.  Even if she slobbers you up good, her asshole is dry.  It's
gonna hurt.  You can spit on it or whatever once you're in, but I want her
to think you're doing her with a baseball bat.  Whack her on the ass some,
too -- it'll tighten her up.  Oh, and she didn't clean out her insides, so
it'll probably be messy -- give her shit about that, too." Damian insisted.
"When you're done, I'm gonna make her suck the shit off of it -- and she
knows it!"

        "Okay..." Randy shrugged, thinking, 'Damn!'

        Damian climbed up on the table and waved to Candace, "Okay, Slut,
get up here and get me going, then sit on it -- and God help you if I go
soft while the rest of this shit is going on!"

        Candace might as well have been going to the gallows, but she got up
on the table, knelt between Damian's legs and took in his cock.  It was
there already; all she really had to do was fluff it a bit and get it wet
and it was ready.  "Sit on it," Damian directed.  Candace did as she was
told, knowing full well that THIS wasn't the punishment part.  "Don't go
hopping up and down on it," Damian instructed, "Squeeze it with that twat of
yours.  You've got other things to do."  Turning his head, Damian addressed
Randy, "We're set, Rain Man.  Hop up here and stick your dick in her mouth."

        While Randy was climbing up onto the table, Damian let Candace know
what was next, "You'd better slobber it up good, Slut, because Rain Man is
gonna take it straight from your mouth to your asshole -- and he's gonna
wear that fucker out, aren't you, Rain Man?"

        Randy knew what was expected.  "Yup."  He grinned maliciously,
presenting a cock that surprised Candace.

        "Grab her head and stick it down her neck," Damian ordered.  "She
ain't here for fun."

        This was a bit beyond Randy's comfort zone, but he took a run at it,
anyway -- and Candace choked, pretty predictably.  Randy let up, and Candace
gasped and coughed, and Damian grunted, "Good thing those coughs tighten
your pussy -- you spit me out though, and I'm gonna beat your ass with the
first thing I can find."  To Randy, he added, "When she's breathing again,
feed it to her again.  Silly bitch needs to learn deep throat, anyway."  And
he swatted her on the ass -- hard!

        "AUUGH!  Gak!  Ulp!  Ulp!  Ummph!"  Randy interrupted her yell of
surprise by trying again to stick several inches of cock down her throat.
He ran it in and out several times while Candace made noises designed to
tell everyone she was suffering.  Nobody present got overly excited.

        "You better slobber it up," Damian warned.  "I figure you got about
ten seconds before Ran Man switches targets..."

        Spit wasn't hard to find, the way she was gagging -- but it WAS hard
to deliver; it wasn't really coating Randy's cock the way she wanted it to.
Randy took his cue from Damian, waiting a very few seconds before
withdrawing and standing up to move behind her.  "Noooo!  I'm not ready!"
she wailed, but Damian jerked his head and Randy headed around behind her.

        The anal penetration wasn't fun for either one of them; Candace let
out a full-throated scream as Randy's mushroom glans popped through her anal
ring.  Randy stopped there and tried to bring up some spit, but wasn't too
successful, so he contented himself initially with rocking back and forth,
pushing and pulling against the lock her anus had on his glans.  For
Candace, it was as if he had stuck a mushroom boat anchor in there and was
trying to pull her anal ring right out of her body!  She moaned and wailed
and begged -- and of course, Damian told her to shut up and Randy to keep
poking her guts...

        Randy finally spit a couple of times and managed to hit the mark
with it; Candace still figured he was using a fist or some other huge object
like a soda can, but it started to move a little bit, rather than just
hauling her insides in and out of her ass.  She was certain that Randy was
seeing the inside of her colon peeling back from his thick shaft when he
pulled out...

        Actually, they hadn't gotten there yet.  Randy spat again a couple
of times and actually started getting some penetration depth; things got
slowly easier after that.  He thought her asshole had rubbed the skin off
his dick initially, but things settled down and started to get pleasurable,
and instinct settled in, causing him to root for additional depth.

        Damian couldn't complain too much; Candace had locked up tight below
the waist, the silly bitch -- including her pussy, which was cringing around
his embedded cock in synch with Randy's efforts at penetration of her ass.
He waited until Randy seemed to be getting in and out some, and Candace was
moaning and groaning, rather than screaming and yelling, then yelled, "Hey,
Toby -- you busy?  I'd like to check Slut here to see if she's air-tight!
Can you stick your dick down her neck?"

        "Ooohhh, Gaaaawwwd!"  Candace's eyes rolled in fear and horror.
Damian was going to kill her!  Randy was pulling her guts out of her ass,
and now Toby was going to choke her to death...

        "Well, she's still talking," Toby noted from a position standing
beside her head looking at her.

        "Noisy, too," Damian agreed.  "Plug it, willya?"

        "Might as well..."  Toby kicked off his running shoes, tugged down
his baggy shorts, and climbed up on the table to service Candace's unhappy
mouth.  She knew better than to fight it; Toby didn't let her, in any case.
He spent the next five minutes somehow managing to keep her on the edge of
gagging without quite allowing her to puke -- something she considered a
wonder, but was really an exercise in Toby sensing her level of discomfort
and adjusting for it.  After a minute or two, Beth came up beside her and
started coaching her on proper positioning to take a cock down her throat --
like she REALLY wanted to do that!  Nobody seemed to care what she wanted,
though; Toby managed to stick his cock down her gullet to within an inch of
it's total length, anyway, somehow -- and when her gorge started to rise, he
would pull out until just the head was in her mouth and order her to suckle
it until her stomach settled.  And any time she tried to convince him she
was worse off than he was, somehow, he saw right through it!

        Randy was setting fire to her ass, but it wasn't as bad as it had
been.  Actually, Terence had surreptitiously collected a bottle of lube from
a nearby table and was adding a couple of drops to the working surfaces, now
and then.  He'd warned Randy in whispers what happened if things got TOO
slick, though, and the pair of them were making it the way it felt best to
Randy -- which wasn't necessarily the same for Candace!

        Damian wasn't moving much, but he was having a ball.  Randy was
moving Candace some, and she was reacting to various attacks, which kept her
pussy moving and clutching his cock.  Above him, he could see her, red-faced
and sweating, her mouth and throat distended as Toby abused her face.  He
knew for a fact that there could be no other focus for her than her misery
-- and he added to it by pinching her nipples roughly.

        "Get your nut," Terence whispered to Randy.  "Candace has gotten
everything she needs out of this party..."  He was a bit sickened by the
whole thing, to tell the truth.  Randy nodded and redoubled his efforts.

        Toby didn't hear what was said, but he could figure it out, so he
started working for his pleasure, too.  This wasn't anything that was going
to bring joy to Candace; they doubled up on her from both ends and the
specter of being torn apart hovered close!  Fortunately, it didn't last long
-- but when Toby's cock started spurting in the back of her throat just as
Rain Man's exploded in her colon, she was nearly overcome; her attention was
on the feeling in her guts that Rain Man's ejaculate caused and she wasn't
ready for the sticky blast from Toby and she ended up choking and gasping
and trying to breathe through goo.  Fortunately, Toby detected the problem
and backed off...

        Candace had managed to swallow and was gasping and coughing when
Damian swatted her on the ass, "Keep it moving -- you aren't done until I
say you're done!"  Candace resumed clenching; Randy withdrew his cock from
her ass.  Damian directed, "Take it around front and have her clean it --
she knows how."  Randy shook his head, but it was Damian's show.

        Candace was nearly exhausted; panting, she pulled her head up to
regard Randy's cock, well aware of where it had just been.  Damian took her
by the chin and locked eyes with her.  "You do this or I'll find something
worse."  Candace nodded; the fight had been bled out of her.  She opened her
mouth and Randy slid in his cock.

        The good news was that despite not taking any precautions, she was
relatively clean; sure, it tasted nasty, but there wasn't a lot of actual
shit coating most of Randy's meat, especially the head and the first three-
quarters of the shaft.  Down around the base, he'd collected some slop, but
both Randy and Damian seemed content to let her take her time sucking it
away -- which let her keep her stomach down.  Finally, she was done; her
stomach hurt from retching and working it to clutch Damian's cock with her
pussy, her mouth tasted vile, both her throat and her ass felt like they had
been expanded beyond their limits and split open.

        Nobody had helped her -- not really.  Oh, Beth had given her
instruction on how to take a cock deep into her throat, but no one had
lifted a finger to keep that cock -- or, worse, Rain Man's -- from
plundering her.  If anything, Damian and the boys got all the assistance...
It was very clear to her who everyone ELSE thought had done wrong, and who
was in charge...

        Like she was going to argue; if Damian got up and went to find a
knife to slit her throat with, Candace would just watch him, at this point.
She was too wasted to argue or fight -- everything she had left was invested
in trying to clutch Damian's cock with her pussy in order to avoid the hard
swats on her ass that Damian gave her when she slacked off.  It was an
unfamiliar process; she was using muscles that she seldom used for ANY
purpose -- many of which probably weren't strictly necessary to the
exercise, but she ended up using nonetheless because she couldn't sort them
from the muscles required.  It was agonizing, and her endurance was at its
limit.

        Damian grunted, "Okay, it's my turn, now.  Roll over," and wrapped
his arms around her, rocking up to start the roll.  Somehow, Candace managed
to help, and found herself on her back with Damian atop her.  He manhandled
her back to the center of the mattress and got her organized -- and then
things changed...

        She thoroughly expected to be pounded to death; instead, Damian
directed, "Wrap your legs around me and hang on," -- and then he leaned down
and put his thick soft lips on her neck and started stroking at a pace that
seemed VERY gentle...

        Candace shivered; electricity flowed from his lips.  He buried
himself in her, then ground his crotch against hers in a circle, then
withdrew -- only to repeat the action.  In four or five strokes, she
realized that she was enjoying it -- and then his lips withdrew from her
neck and closed on a nipple...

        "OOOOOHHHH!"  The moan escaped her before she knew it was coming.
Her throat still hurt -- and her ass felt like she was missing a layer of
its inner lining -- but they weren't urgent, and they seemed to be providing
a platform for the things Damian was doing to her to launch pleasure from.
His hot, soft lips were here and there -- an ear, her neck, the sides of her
breasts, her suddenly yearning nipples -- while his hard cock pushed into
her and his pubic bone abused her clitoris before he withdrew until his cock
was barely seated and he did it all again.

        Her body reacted as if she had been massaged in scented oils,
bathed, and titillated with a vibrator, rather than abused at both ends and
worked to exhaustion.  Every sensation was magnified; the buzz of pain from
her aching ass and throat and the muscle-sapping languor of her exhaustion
were all a part of her surrender, converted somehow to pleasure.  Arousal
followed his lips everywhere, and linked with the pleasure he was coaxing
from her clitoris and vagina to declare her need urgent.  Somehow, she found
it in her to use her legs to clutch herself to him, declaring her need for
more, faster, harder stimulation.

        Damian took the hint and picked up the pace; Candace was croaking
out her desire and her urgency though her injured throat, her head slamming
back and forth as the sensations became more and more intense and the wave
of her impending orgasm steepened and became a tsunami.  He leaned in and
whispered, "Now, I'm gonna mark you as mine!" and he lowered his lips to her
neck and began to suck, hard.

        Candace not only held still for him, she clutched his head to her,
reveling in the suction and its stinging undercurrent.  At some point in the
past few minutes, a switch in her head had flipped, and she now accepted --
no, gloried in -- the realization that the black sixteen-year-old OWNED her!
He was everything she had been searching for -- capable, powerful,
demanding, virile...  Some of those things hadn't been on her 'official'
list -- but men she had dated that lacked them had been put on the street,
despite her strident insistence that she needed to be in charge of her
relationships.  She was VERY CLEARLY not in charge of THIS one -- and yet it
was the most satisfying she had ever had...

        Her legs clutched him to her, begging him to drive himself deeper
into her -- and her moans became a single word, "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"
Somewhere, the thought came to her that the orgasm she stood at the pinnacle
of was impossible without the feel of his semen jetting into her -- and the
thought made it so.  Now, it was absolutely imperative that her man must
flood her with his seed!  "Cum!  Cum!  Ogod! PLEEEASE!  CUM!"

        She let go of his head; her hands went everywhere, caressing,
clutching, declaring her urgency.  Damian couldn't help but respond -- it
was clear that she was incredibly aroused and that nothing she was doing had
any taint of fakery to it.  "I'm gonna cum, Sweet Pussy!" he husked, "I'm
gonna drop a big load in your pussy!  Is that what you want?"

        "OGOD!  PLEASE!  PLEEEASE!" Candace wailed, bucking herself against
him.

        "HERE IT COMES!" Damian grunted, and crushed himself to her.  Buried
deep, his cock erupted in a long, solid squirt of heavy, thick seed that
struck her cervix solidly, knocking on the door to her uterus.

        "AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!"  Candace screamed bloody murder, clutching
her arched body to Damian with both arms and both legs, then buried her face
in his neck for good measure as her inner lining pulsed in synchronization
to his heavy bursts of seed.  It went on for almost thirty seconds -- her
hanging from him, her stomach rock hard and visibly pulsing, the tendons in
her arms and legs taut.  Her consciousness was totally centered on her
vagina and the miracle going on there; the rest of the universe didn't
exist, just that great, pulsing, fleshy rod delivering its thick, cloying
payload into her depths, triggering an avalanche of pleasure.  And then, all
connection with reality was severed, and she passed out...

        Damian was transported elsewhere, himself, so he didn't notice,
consciously, when she collapsed under him and went limp -- but he
instinctively lowered himself atop her to maintain the contact of their
flesh.  When his mind and his body restored their connection, he raised
himself a bit and drew patterns on her forehead with his finger, murmuring,
"Come back, Sweet Pussy, don't go away, now.  I want you right here with
me..."

        Slowly, her eyes opened.  Her limbs didn't work; she was exhausted.
If He asked for anything further from her, she didn't know where it would
come from.  Damian was 'He', now, or 'Him', or 'Master' or whatever --
whatever it was it was capitalized.  His demands were paramount -- and he
was smiling...

        "How are you doing?" Damian asked, continuing to stroke her face.

        "Do you think I could have children?" she asked, her face totally
serious.

        Damian rocked a bit.  "Lon wouldn't like that."

        "I'll talk to him."

        "I'll think about it," Damian assured her.  They were alone in the
room -- with almost a half-dozen other people present.

        "Thank you!"  Candace somehow managed to lift her deadened arms and
wrap them around him.

        Sally released her pent-up breath -- and everyone else came to life.
"That was amazing!" Louise chattered, coming up beside them.  Toby seemed to
be on another planet.  Sally had clutched Lon's hand so hard it hurt -- and
Lon hadn't noticed.  Terence shook his head, "Damn, Little Bro..."

        Candace looked around, shocky, and locked eyes with Damian.
"Please..." she begged, and buried her head in his shoulder.

        Damian knew what she wanted.  "Y'all get the fuck out of here!" he
directed, "Give us some peace!"

        Nobody argued.  Everyone headed upstairs, talking in subdued voices
-- everyone except Toby, who sat on the couch, unmoving.

        Damian and Candace didn't know it, so it wasn't an issue.  Candace
wrapped herself around Damian and was quiet for some time while they enjoyed
just feeling each other's bodies clutched together, then began to sob.
"What's the matter, Sweet Pussy?" Damian asked, his voice as gentle as she'd
ever heard it.

        "I'm so happy..."  She locked eyes with him.  "Do you have to hurt
me like that for it to be so good?"

        "I don't know," Damian admitted.  "I hope not."

        "No," a voice croaked behind them.  "You just have to admit what he
is to you.  It helped, though, for you to feel some pain, because your mind
converted it to pleasure..."

        Damian looked behind him.  Toby was sitting there, with 'that look'
on his face.  "How's the head?"

        "Hurts," Toby croaked shortly.  "You know she's serious."

        "Yeah?"

        Toby nodded.  "If it was humanly possible for her to get pregnant
while on the Pill, she'd have already done it.  Right now, you're her ideal
mate."

        Damian turned back to regard Candace; those eyes...  Adoration --
yeah, that was the word.  Concerned, he muttered, "I got shit to do..."

        "I know," she husked.  "I'll take what I can get.  But I'll always
want it all..."

        He smiled and brushed her hair from her face, "That's fair."

        "What's wrong with Toby?"

        "He's a mind reader," Damian replied, knowing that she would pass it
off.  "He's right, isn't he?"

        "Yes."

        "Okay, then."  Damian turned back to Toby.  "Can you get up?"

        "In a minute, maybe."

        Damian nodded and started moving in Candace.  He was half-hard,
maybe...  for about five seconds.  Then they were BOTH fully on, and making
like a piston engine.  Toby managed to stagger to the stair amid the smacks
of their flesh pounding together, Damian's soft grunts, and Candace's whines
and moans as he worked to extend their joy.  Candace was fully ready, too,
mentally and physically, to be brought to rapture again...

        "You okay?" Terence asked when he got to the top of the stairs, "You
don't look so good."

        "Too much excitement," Toby replied.  "I get caught up in things."

        "You'd have to have been dead not to!" Louise retorted.  "Everyone
did!"  She went to the stair and listened.  "What are they doing?"

        "Going for seconds." Toby grunted.  "Got anything to drink?"

        "I wish 'em luck," Louise sighed.  "That one is gonna be tough to
top!"

        Toby risked a quick peek using his sixth sense, "Sometimes, it's
easier on the second pass -- you're all warmed up," he argued.

        Louise nodded.  "I know I am!"

        Toby took the soda Terence offered him and sipped it, then turned to
Lon.  "You have a problem."

        "Yeah?"

        "Damian broke through.  Your mother has what she always wanted --
and she knows it."

        Lon pursed his lips and pushed back his hair.  "Yeah, well, I've
given up."

        "It's not..."  Toby paused -- no, there wasn't any easy way.  "It's
not black guys -- it's Damian.  Period.  And I think..."  'I KNOW,
actually...'  "she was serious about that remark."

        Everyone present took their little piece of that comment and
examined it.  Randy, Terence, and Louise decided that it wasn't an attempt
to be racist.  Sally worried about the effect on Lon.  Lon was numb.  "It
wouldn't work," he offered, tentatively.

        "It might," Toby replied.  "Depends on what she'll settle for."

        "Well, shit."  Lon sighed and his shoulders slumped.  "She's been
hunting a long time -- I'd be an asshole to get in the way."

        "That's probably the best way to take it," Toby approved.

        "It's too late, anyway, from the sound of things.  You know what I
didn't want happening." Lon grunted.

        "Yeah," Toby nodded.  "I'm pretty sure it hasn't."

        "Fine, then."  Lon turned to Louise and Terence and shrugged.
Louise grinned and shook her head.

        "Weird day," Lon grunted.  "You guys need anything?"  There was a
general round of headshakes and denials.  Lon grabbed Sally's wrist.  "Let's
go to my room."  He led her off.

        Beth asked, diffidently, "Can I take Terence to my house?"

        "Sure, Baby," Louise nodded.  "You want to go, don't you?" she asked
Terence.

        "Yeah."

        Louise turned to Randy and Toby, "Ummm, you guys don't have it in
you for..."

        "I'll sit this one out, if you don't mind," Toby replied.

        "Well, if you change your mind, just find a place, okay?" Louise
offered.  "C'mon, Rain Man -- let's see what the couch is like."  She led
him off.  Toby could hear her in the distance, "How has the group been
treating you?"

        Randy's voice came back, "Better and better!"  Louise cackled.

        Toby finished his soda, then threaded his way through the
Carpenters' living room.  Louise was giving Randy head, noisily; she popped
up and murmured, "That's a sweet dick..." before going back to work on him.
Randy seemed beside himself, playing with Louise's floppy tits and hissing
and groaning at her mouth work.  Toby got into his car and headed home; he
was done for the day.

        Forty-five minutes later, when Candace and Damian, sated and
exhausted, staggered up the stairs, it was to the sound of Louise exhorting
Randy to further efforts while on her back on the couch cushions in the
middle of the living room floor.  "That's it, Baby!" she cooed, "You sweet
dicked motherfucker, give Mama ALL that dick!  Fuck me!  Yeah, Baby!  Fuck!
Fuck!  FUCK!!!"

        Damian stuck his head around the door to watch his mama lurch, the
tendons standing out in her neck, as she thrashed through an orgasm.  Rain
Man was grinning from ear to ear, pounding away.  Damian walked up and
looked down at her, "I guess fucking Rain Man ain't a fate worse than death,
after all, huh?"

        "Oh, FUCK NO!" Louise gasped, turning her attention to Randy.  "You
need pussy, Baby, you come knocking on Auntie Louise's door -- I'll fix you
up right quick, as long as the old man ain't home!  FUCK!"  She went back to
enjoying herself -- loudly -- and Damian went back to the kitchen.  "Where
do you figure Lon is, Pussy Cat?" he asked.

        Candace smiled lazily at the appellation and crawled into his lap
when he seated himself.  "Maybe he took Sally home."

        Lon was taking Sally home, all right; in his room, he was being a
good deal nicer to her than he had been in days, and Sally was exceedingly
happy about it.  When it became apparent that she was going to flood the bed
with her secretions, Lon had moved them to the floor -- on a throw-rug with
a rubberized backing.  At that moment, he was working on his second cum --
and Sally's fourth.  When she got there, she let out a scream of joy that
rolled over Louise's monologue of happiness.  Candace's ears perked.
"They're in Lon's room."

        Damian chuckled.  "What's for dinner?"

        "I'll think of something," Candace said easily, "What do you like?"

        Damian stayed the night.  Terence stayed the night at Beth's -- and
she did quite a lot to boost his flagging confidence in himself as a stud.
Louise took Randy home sometime in the afternoon.  Sally didn't stay
overnight, but she stayed late -- and caught Hell from her mother when she
got home -- not that it did anything to ruin her mood; Lon had been
wonderful -- and if he had demands, she was happy to fulfill them.

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        'Boobs are a pain in the ass,' Trish Horner thought.  'All they ever
do is cause trouble.'  She sat on the edge of the YMCA pool, adjusting her
one-piece swimsuit to cover hers -- again -- for what had to be the
thirteenth time.  Of course, the suit was too small -- or at least, in the
top, anyway -- and that didn't help.  But that didn't excuse the three
little dweebs that had been watching her ever since that time fifteen
minutes before when she jumped into the pool at the five-foot mark, and when
she came up, her right nipple was showing.  Now their eyes were glued...

        They weren't even her age.  Shit, they weren't even BLACK!  The
little shits were probably thirteen, if that...  Trish was robust -- even a
little soft and marshmallowy.  In ten years, and after a couple of kids, she
would probably swell up like her mom -- but for now, she was merely sweetly
upholstered, with her cantaloupe tits and her rounded belly with the deep
indentation for her navel -- not to mention that bubble butt.  She had a
nice face when she smiled -- but she wasn't doing that right now -- she was
glaring at those three pasty-white pissants that were ogling her tits like
they were still exposed.  She could probably squash any one of them by
sitting on him -- but that would be too personal...

        Tits were boy-collectors -- actually, they were man-collectors, too
-- any male between twelve and two hundred just couldn't get enough,
apparently.  Hers had been collecting male eyes since she was twelve, and
the intervening four years had been one trial after another, because boys
were trouble.

        Mom said that -- it was one of her favorite platitudes.  Boys were
only good for making babies and then leaving you with them.  Mom was very
clear about that -- but then, she was heavily experienced at it; Trish had
one sister and two brothers, and none of them had the same dad.  Mom still
forgot, regularly, too, if something decent in the way of male flesh
wandered by.  Oh, she was fairly safe if the guy just looked at her tits,
but if she had a beer or two and the guy TOUCHED her tits, Mom forgot all of
those harshly ingrained lessons and fell over on her back...

        Trish knew that she was prone to the same problem -- but having seen
the results, she was VERY leery about any boy even getting CLOSE to her
tender titties!  Mom helped by reminding her almost constantly, anyway, so
it usually wasn't that difficult.  Besides, Trish was picky -- those little
dickheads watching her, for instance, didn't stand a chance!  After a while,
the whole thing got old and tired anyway -- guys with their eyes bugging
out, talking to her tits.  What a pain!

        The downside had everything to do with the fact that her tender
titties really did want to be touched -- she tried to assuage that need
regularly, late at night in her bed.  Her clitty had similar needs and stood
up under its bulging hood regularly at the least bit of provocation, begging
to be touched and fondled and pinched and tickled...  The resulting
sensations were extremely addictive, too!

        "Hey, Trish!"  Trish glanced around and discovered Alyssa Hayes
waving at her from a quarter of the way around the pool.  Talk about
addictive...  Trish had gone a little wild on sleepovers in her time, and it
was VERY pleasant -- and she could give tongue back with the best of them.
All in all, it seemed the safest thing -- obviously, she wasn't going to end
up pregnant from a tongue in her twat.  Hell, she wasn't going to end up
pregnant now, anyway; Mom got her on a shot that lasted three months, and
they were both very careful about making sure she got her renewals.  But
boys talked, too, bragging about who and what they've done, and Trish wanted
to avoid having a sign on her door that said, 'Now Serving...' -- or gossip
to that effect, either.

        About the middle of last year, the rumor mill suddenly had it that
Alyssa Hayes was a total, dyed-in-the-wool top dyke.  Given how bossy and
bitchy she was, everybody believed it on first hearing, too.  That cast
suspicion on everybody Alyssa hung with, so Trish stayed away; it was one
thing to beat the little soldier between someone's pussy lips with your
tongue until she surrendered -- or to have that attack made on yours, for
that matter -- and quite another to let the fact that you did such things,
recreationally, become common knowledge.  Trish had been very careful about
her partners in pussy-licking, and wanted it left that way.

        Someone, however, had talked; at least, whoever it was had whispered
in Alyssa's shell-like ear that Trish might be susceptible.  Trish was
pretty sure she knew who it was, but that was irrelevant at this late date.
Alyssa had courted her -- quietly, no muss, no fuss, no public displays --
all through the third quarter of last school year, making little comments,
double-entendres, and innuendos, and invading Trish's personal space --
always in private, usually after gym.  Finally, Trish called her out, "Look,
I don't know where you got the idea that I might be interested, but, well,
I'm not the harem type."

        Alyssa had frowned.  "What do you mean?"

        Trish had sighed in exasperation, "Look, I'm not going to try to
tell you I don't do that, since you apparently know better, but I like to
get as well as give -- and I hear you're not big on that."

        "Oh."  Alyssa absorbed this.  "What if I could offer you something
different in exchange?  Something unique -- something better?"

        "There are a ton of boys out there..."

        Alyssa shook her head.  "Not a boy.  Totally different -- and
perfectly safe."

        "I have a dildo," Trish retorted.

        Alyssa snickered.  "This beats a dildo all hollow."

        Trish's curiosity had been piqued.  "I'll... think about it."

        "Would you like a recommendation?  Talk to Tabitha!" Alyssa had
replied, grinning, and gone on her way.

        Tabitha was such an idiot; Trish had been sure she could get her to
slip and tell her what this wonder toy was, but it didn't happen.  That
didn't keep Tabitha from gushing all over about it.  Somehow, though, she
would manage to get tongue-tied when she got overly euphoric, and would get
sense before she let anything go.  Trish was left with trying to stick her
head in the trap without getting caught.

        Trish was no idiot -- she was probably as smart as Tabitha and
Alyssa put together -- but Alyssa had a certain native cunning...  On the
day that Trish finally quietly acceded to a sleepover where the secret
weapon would be unveiled, Alyssa invited another girl -- Sonya Ho -- to be
there, too.  Obviously, she wanted a witness...

        That night, they'd played various rigged games of chance, making
bets over cards and such until Alyssa managed to have a hold over each of
them.  Then she made them get naked and blindfolded them and made the deal,
"Okay, it's like this.  I'm going to kick things off.  You won't be able to
see it right away, but you'll DAMNED SURE feel it -- and when you cum,
you'll owe me a cum, too.  Understand?"  Both of them had solemnly agreed,
and Trish had found herself waiting...  When the cold nose found her crotch,
Trish knew instantly what it was that she was dealing with -- but Alyssa
pinned her in place long enough that Dirk's tongue burnt through her
resistance, with the help of little Sonya and a hunk of rope that appeared
from nowhere to tie her hands.  Evidently, Alyssa had this thing down to a
fine art -- once she was blindfolded, maneuvering her to a location where
her hands were inside the rope's loop was pretty simple.  Sonya sucking
Trish's nipples helped their cause, too, and Trish succumbed -- especially
since Dirk's tongue digging deep in her vagina kept finding places that
wanted attention, bad...

        Little Sonya turned out not to be the newbie that she pretended, and
while Trish worked her tongue in Alyssa's twat, paying off, Sonya put on
quite the show, wriggling under Dirk's slavering tongue...

        Since then, Alyssa had been less and less circumspect with Trish --
but on the other hand, Trish was hooked, anyway.  Dirk's tongue in her twat
was the closest thing to a cock, and she was addicted -- so she put up with
the sequence of events that would undoubtedly eventually end up incorrectly
getting her identified as a lesbian.

        Once Alyssa had her attention, however, she went low-profile.  It
was several minutes before she appeared beside Trish and said quietly, "It's
back -- you want to get together?"

        "Is Sonya coming?" Trish whispered back.  Dirk wasn't perfect -- he
had two licking modes -- flat tongue swipes that covered everything, and the
digging deep in the vagina poke.  The former wasn't a favorite of Trish's --
but the latter, combined with little Sonya's lips and tongue sucking and
drubbing her extended clitty -- Heaven!  Dirk didn't mind the help,
either...  Since Alyssa wouldn't lower herself to assist Dirk, Trish wanted
to make sure the trip was going to be worthwhile...

        "I'll get her," Alyssa assured her.  "You know the Ho -- she's
always up for it."

        "When you get her, let me know -- I'll square it with Mom," Trish
whispered, and Alyssa moved off.  They'd never been seen looking at one
another during the entire conversation, which suited Trish just fine...