Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 10 of 40
Universe: The Pact
Summary: The boys hatch a plan to energize the football team using their
excess feminine resources -- but they stumble onto something dark in the
process...
Content: mm mf oral spank M-dom ir 1st
The Pact: Episode 3 -- Interventions
Chapter 10
There was a knock on the wall panel -- and Clint jumped a foot. It
was time... He opened the upper hole the way Toby had shown him, staying
out of visible range. There was a rustle of clothing, and there it was...
...Terence's cock, more than half-erect, in all its glory. Clint
had picked up on Terence's interest -- and returned it -- but you couldn't
exactly get deep into staring at a guy's cock in the showers... Here, on
the other hand, it was up close and personal -- and very much 'in your
face'!
Clint's pause to examine Terence's cock seemed to make him anxious,
so Clint reached out to touch it -- immediately discovering that jacking
someone else is a lot more awkward than jacking yourself! Anchoring his arm
on the wall helped; he watched as Terence's glans appeared and disappeared
in his foreskin in synchronization with his efforts...
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Per Toby's guidance, Terence had knocked and bellied up to the hole
when it opened -- and nothing much happened for several seconds. Terence
flicked a glance at Toby and started to withdraw -- but a hand closed over
his length and started jacking it -- clumsily at first, but improving
rapidly. Terence settled back into position hoping that whoever was on the
other side didn't REALLY intend to jack him off...
Clint didn't, but getting up the nerve to go 'all the way' was
taking a little doing. It was one thing to think you might be gay -- and
quite another to actually DO something homosexual! But he had a big, black
cock in his hand -- and it was getting even bigger and firmer -- so it was
time to put his money where his mouth was -- or maybe just his mouth... He
leaned in and swiped Terence's glans with his tongue.
There was a grunt from outside as Clint taste-tested the result. It
had a bit of a tang to it, but it wasn't anything too nasty -- in fact, it
added something... While Clint turned this over in his head, a drop of pre-
cum oozed from the tip. Having done his initial analysis, Clint took
another swipe, collecting the fluid -- which was instantly replaced. Pre-
cum seemed to coat his tongue; it wasn't terribly flavorful, and in fact
seemed to dull things, from a taste perspective. Time for a bit more... He
moved in wrapping his lips around Terence's glans and sliding his tongue
along his sensitive frenum.
Terence groaned. This was an odd blowjob, whoever it was behind
there seemed to go back and forth between tentative and knowledgeable...
The reaction from the other side of the panel was all it took to
commit Clint; he moved forward, rolling his lips over more of the stiff
shaft, then backed off slowly until his lips passed the ridge of Terence's
glans. There was a thump as Terence shifted his feet while plastering
himself to the panel, and Clint took pleasure in the fact that he was
getting a reaction. Encouraged, he started moving rhythmically, taking
Terence in to a comfortable depth and withdrawing, excitement kindled in his
belly.
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Tad was lying on the table with a black chick knelt up over his
upper thighs, giving him a back rub. She wasn't very professional, but he
was DAMNED if he was going to complain! His cock was making a groove in the
cushioned top, and he could swear that his thighs were getting wet from the
snatch pressed against them...
Bobby's ass was in sight, bobbing up and down as he put the meat to
some black chick. He seemed to have this total thing for her -- really
weird... Hey, whatever... "Do you do fronts?" Toby asked the girl oiling
his shoulders.
"Yes," came the quiet answer. Given what Trish was doing and what
Damian had instructed, there could be no other answer...
"Whenever you're ready..."
Pete watched Tad through glazed eyes, largely because it gave him
something other than the wall to look at. His cock was in a different place
-- a Heavenly place where soft lips rode up and down it and a tongue washed
the underside. Gentle fingers tickled his scrotum, adding to the effect of
an incredible mouth. He figured he had seconds to go at best before he
filled that mouth with cum...
When a black cock had popped through the hole, Brenda and Bonita had
shared a glance and Brenda had taken it -- largely because Bonita had taken
one look and determined that it wasn't Terence's. Although they hadn't
discussed it, cock color wasn't an issue with either of them since their
break-in, but Bonita was holding her self back to see if 'her man' was there
and expecting her to service him. Brenda wasn't certain of Bonita's
motivations, but she would take a cock if it was offered -- period -- and
the training and motivation instilled by Toby left her both proficient and
dedicated. Now, as her tongue told her that the cock sliding along it was
going from stiff to rock-solid, she prepared to take the load...
"UUUUHHHHH!!!" Pete groaned as his balls drew up and his cock let
go, firing a wad of seed at the back of Brenda's throat. If he'd have been
outside of a mouth, the jet would have gone four or five feet before arcing
to the ground, but inside Brenda's mouth there wasn't that kind of room, so
it hit the back of her throat full-force, causing her to choke. Brenda
backed off, coughing, and taking Pete's load on her face and neck. "Sorry!"
she croaked when she could breathe again, then wrapped her lips around his
still-pulsing member.
"AAAAHHH!" The feel of those soft lips on the highly sensitized
head of Pete's cock was just incredible! It was almost like cumming again!
"Jeez, that's fucking GREAT!" Brenda didn't say anything -- she merely
continued to suckle and tease his meat.
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Next door, Sally was teasing a second load out of Mark Torres. It
was embarrassing how quickly lips on his cock made him blow, but the up-side
was getting the second shot in, too. Sally had been surprised by the volume
of the flood and how quickly it came; cum dripped from her chin onto her
breasts as she continued to suck the hard if not impressively sized cock.
'Oh, well,' she thought, 'At least I'm naked...'
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Meanwhile, Clint was totally zoned-out, sucking, sucking... He
vaguely wished he could take in more, but knowing it was possible and doing
it were two different things, so he did the best he could and hoped it was
good enough. Cradling Terence's heavy balls, he tugged gently on his
scrotum and massaged them with a hand before slipping a finger behind them
to that line of flesh that eventually disappeared between Terence's butt-
cheeks.
Clint got nowhere near Terence's asshole, but the touch on Terence's
sensitive perineum drove him nuts! "AAAAHHH!! GODDDAMN! FUCK!" Terence
didn't quite blow his wad before getting somewhat used to it, but it was a
near thing; Clint backed off for a few seconds, then returned, causing
another rolling flash of pleasure. Terence's knees started jumping,
knocking on the panel as his control began to slip away. "Gonna shoot...!"
he gasped.
Oddly, it wasn't until then that Clint realized that he was going to
collect a mouthful of jism -- oh, he'd known it, academically, but it hadn't
penetrated. He experienced a flash of panic, but HE wouldn't want somebody
to back off HIS joint at the critical moment... He hung in there,
continuing to suck as Terence's cock got thicker and stiffer, then spat
seed, feeling the underside of Terence's shaft pulse on his tongue as it
delivered the flood...
This was the flavor of success -- thick, chewy, a little meaty --
and hard to swallow. But the feeling of accomplishment that went with it
made Clint wish he'd pulled out his meat and jacked off while he was doing
it, because he KNEW he'd have blown his nut when Terence did! He milked and
suckled the big trouser snake, wondering how he was going to keep Terence
from knowing just by looking at him what he'd done...
Terence gave Toby a big thumbs-up as he staggered back from the
hole. "Man, that was good shit! Any time you feel like doing THAT
again..."
Clint was embarrassed, but he felt warm all over...
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Meanwhile, Jiang Yi was getting a phone call. "Change of plan,"
Randy told her. "I'm pickin' you up at work. Put together a big-ass order
of appetizers -- egg rolls, teriyaki, whatever -- enough for a dozen people
or so. I'll be there at seven; you can go home with Sonya, later. Got all
that?"
"Who do you think I am -- the maid?" Jiang Yi ranted. "Pizza
delivery?"
"I think you're a slut who does what she's told!" Randy replied
frigidly. He was pissed -- pissed at Trish, and MORE pissed at himself! If
he wasn't careful, he'd lose the silly bitch to Bobby Beckwith, who was
OBVIOUSLY hung up on her ass... "I've got YOUR dinner between my legs --
and if you fuck around and give me any more shit, I'll tape a poster-sized
picture of you taking a dick on every store window for a block that says at
the bottom, 'Have you fucked this woman?' Now do what the fuck you're
told!"
Randy would have laughed at the way Jiang Yi's eyes popped at this
outburst; all she managed over the phone was "Yes, Sir..." She hung up
after delivering assurances that she would do as she was told.
Tad was getting his frontal massage -- especially his cock! He was
holding a pair of amazing, fat round jugs in his hands while the black girl
used his grip to support her as she rose and fell on his erection. Tad
wasn't a virgin, by any means -- popularity had netted him a couple of hot-
looking social climbers -- but they hadn't been this good a ride... Tad
found himself wondering if the extra upholstery wasn't a big part of it; his
gold-diggers had been the narrow, cone-tittied type -- very enthusiastic,
but bony to the point of being painful. This chick's pubic bone was
pounding his with fleshy smacks, but they were slower and, while forceful,
the additional padding made the whole thing more pleasant. The big girl set
a good pace, too -- his other experiences went at it like they were killing
rats, and when they were done, they asked him, "Was it good for you?" while
leaving the implication that it HADN'T been for them. This chick, on the
other hand, was moaning and panting and occasionally stopping to shake a bit
-- he didn't have to guess whether SHE was getting off! Under his fingers,
her areolas crinkled and her nipples got as hard as rocks, then she would
slow some and shudder while grinding her clit against him -- then she'd take
off again. It had happened twice already, and the cycle was starting for a
third time -- and Tad knew that he wasn't going to get past it, this time...
Alyssa hit her peak and Tad stabbed himself up into her, maddened by
the tightening of her inner walls, and started spewing, "YAAAAHHH!!!"
Alyssa, pushed that much higher, whined and shook her way through her own
orgasm, nearly collapsing atop Tad from the intensity of it. "You give one
helluva massage," Tad gasped. Alyssa smiled, panting, but said nothing as
she climbed off so Tad could sit up.
The first thing he saw was Bobby and his sex partner going at it
like nobody's business on a mattress on the floor. They weren't talking
about it -- everything was moans and pants and the occasional whine while
Bobby's ass rose and fell and the chick shoved her cunt up at his cock. As
Tad watched, Bobby threw his head back and let out a prolonged grunt -- and
everybody present knew that the girl was getting creamed!
In a moment, Bobby rose, panting, to a vertical position. "Wow!" he
gasped. "I'm gonna start hunting black chicks! And Baby, if you want to be
THE black chick, you just give me a hint..."
"Thanks, but I don't think I can," Trish husked.
"Well, things change -- that might, too," Bobby replied, getting up.
"Where is the bathroom again?" Trish pointed and he moved off.
"That's a good idea!" Randy interjected. "Why don't you guys all
clean up. We're working on some snacks and stuff and we need to swap out
the girls..."
"Good idea." Terence started shepherding them all off toward the
bathroom. Randy took up the rear, making sure nobody lagged too far behind.
When things were under control, Toby pulled the curtains and rapped
on the door to Booth One. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Clint couldn't meet Toby's eyes -- but Toby made no effort
to discuss the whole thing. "What do I tell the guys?"
"You had something you had to take care of," Toby shrugged. "The
guys are cleaning up. Why don't you crash on the couch while I move the
girls around?"
"Yeah, good idea." Clint settled onto the couch and carefully
draped himself so as to appear relaxed -- but his head was a mess. Was this
a guy thing or a Terence thing? If he could get hung up on a guy, was there
a difference? The taste of Terence's semen sat on his tongue, reminding him
of what it had been like... "Think I can get a Coke around here somewhere?"
Damian was banging down the staircase with a cooler. "Give me a
hand with this and you can." Clint leaped up and took a handle. "Let's put
it over by the bar," Damian suggested, adding, "Glad you could join us."
"Yeah, thanks." Clint checked Damian out -- and didn't really see
anything exciting. Maybe it WAS just Terence... He collected a soda from
the cooler and plopped back onto the couch, feeling somewhat better about
things.
Meanwhile, Toby collected Alyssa and Trish and led them to Booth
Three. "You girls did real well -- I'm proud of you."
"Thanks, I think," Trish muttered. The whole sex-on-demand with
whoever thing still didn't sit well, despite repetition and a certain amount
of conditioning.
Randy eyed Trish but said nothing. She'd had a chance to hook up
with Bobby and passed... Of course, this was a pretty public situation and
she might have other plans for later... Damian closed on Alyssa, "Did you
fuck Tad?"
"Yes, Damian." Alyssa had rolled over totally; Miss Bitch was gone
and her replacement did whatever Damian wanted her to do -- period!
"Did you show him a good time?"
"Yes."
"Good girl." He leaned in to kiss her -- something she returned
hungrily. "Hang out in here and suck a little cock -- you can take those
masks off." Alyssa nodded and followed Trish inside, and Toby closed the
door behind them.
"Put these on," Toby handed Brenda and Bonita a set of the cloth
mask hoods. "I'll tie them off for you." The girls did as they were told,
and Toby tied Brenda and Damian tied Bonita. "Bonita, you get the table;
don't talk a lot, because you don't want to be recognized. Keep things
short. Brenda, follow me."
Brenda watched Toby adjust the pillory to accept her tall frame,
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope. Your build is hard to disguise, so we're gonna bend you
over. I can't think of much else to do." He thought a moment, eyeing her
skinny shanks from the rear, "Except..." He stuck his head out from behind
the curtain. "Hey, Clint!"
Clint got up and headed over. "Yeah?"
"Do me a favor, will you? Fuck this one?"
"Uuh, sure..." Clint eyed the target -- MAN, was she BLACK! There
was black and there was black, and this chick was BLACK! Long, skinny but
muscular legs, big feet... Nothing too girlish, here -- skinny guy, more
like it -- but there was a pussy there, under the ass that was the only
thing on her that had much in the way of padding. Even bent over, her tits
were all but nonexistent -- except for the spiky nipples, anyway... Clint
ran a hand along the bony ribcage, then stepped behind her so he could do it
on both sides, his crotch pressed against her ass. "You want some dick?"
"Yes, please," Brenda replied carefully. That was the game they
were playing -- and besides, she DID want some!
Something in her tone struck a chord in Clint's make-up. With
Bonita looking on, he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them then stepped
up behind Brenda -- and gave her ass a swat.
"Ouch!" Brenda yelped, surprised.
"That hurt?" Clint asked.
"It stung," Brenda admitted.
"Count them." Clint swatted her other cheek.
"Ow! One!" Brenda wondered what exactly she'd done to deserve
this... Smack! "Two!" Smack! "Three!"
Toby stood there watching as Clint got seriously into what he was
doing. That Clint had issues with women was no surprise, but... Oddly,
Brenda wasn't flipping out...
Smack! "Twenty-six!" Smack! "Twenty-seven!" Clint couldn't stop;
she was there in a device designed for punishment, so he was punishing her
-- the fact that she, personally, had done nothing to him really wasn't
relevant...
Smack! "Thirty-three!" Smack! "Thirty-four!" It hurt -- tears
rolled down her face and she was crying openly -- but Brenda's pussy was as
hot as her ass cheeks! It burned and throbbed and dripped and begged for
fulfillment... Smack! "Forty-one!"
Toby watched to ensure that things didn't get out of hand; he'd have
stopped it, but he knew that Brenda was aroused. Bonita didn't, however;
she hopped down and went around in front of the pillory. "Brenda, are you
okay?"
Smack! "Forty-three!" Brenda gasped, followed by a quick, "Go away,
Honey." Smack! "Forty-four!" Bonita, bewildered, did as she was told.
Women needed this -- ALL of them! Gold-diggers... Clint's mother
was a selfish slip who stole from him, regularly -- from money provided for
his support and comfort to the affection of others. When he got in her way,
she could be venomous, too. As Clint got older and began to be noticed as a
sports figure and popular person, the girls he attracted all seemed to give
off the same aura; it was all about using him to further their own ends...
Smack! "Sixty-five!" Brenda blubbered -- and Clint suddenly
realized that his hand hurt. Whoever this chick was, her ass looked
somewhat the worse for the wear, too... Five more, then...
Toby had seen Clint lip his hand to shake out the pain, and figured
things were coming to an end -- and right after Brenda blurted, "Seventy!"
Clint stopped to rub her ravaged ass cheeks. Toby glanced around; the noise
of the session had drawn a crowd...
"What's up?" Bobby asked.
Toby shrugged. "He's punishing her..." What for, of course, wasn't
clear...
The girl's ass was burning hot and a little ridged with finger
marks; Clint rubbed his hands over it, savoring the feel. It was weird how
much he'd enjoyed that -- his cock was an iron bar...
"Now fuck me!" Brenda wailed, "Please! Fuck me, HARD!"
It was just the right tone to continue Clint's state of mind; eyes
flashing, he stepped up behind the cunt, rubbed his cock on her drooling
split, seated the head at her opening, and powered into her, smashing
forward until he was buried to the root!
"Uuh! Yes! Gawd! Punish me!" Brenda didn't know where the
inspiration came from, but it thoroughly maddened Clint and he started
jamming his huge pole into her cunt brutally -- and it was JUST what she
needed!
Bonita, watching, was horrified; Clint was pounding the shit out of
poor Brenda's pussy, right after spanking her like that! She got up and
circled around front again and squatted before her friend -- her lover --
her idol. "Brenda...?"
"Don't... stop... him..." Brenda puffed. "Sooo... good..." Behind
the mask, Bonita watched her eyes roll up. "Kiss me!" Puzzled, Bonita
leaned in to do so -- and nearly had her tongue sucked off!
Toby wasn't surprised. This was hard, pounding sex with an attitude
-- and that was just the way Brenda liked it! Add the fact that Clint had
as much meat as Toby -- if not more -- and things couldn't have improved
much at all...
Brenda's ass still burned -- but somehow, it just added to things,
making it even easier for her to cum! Clint might think he was punishing
her, but nothing could be further from the truth...
Clint, for his part, was amazed; he really hadn't been sure that he
was going to be able to fuck a woman -- especially after blowing Terence --
but this one had delivered him to the point of pounding away in her twat
following a sequence of events that he'd have never thought of, but worked
perfectly... Clint had been offered sex before, but he had always turned it
down -- it was just some chick trying to get a grip on him. This one,
though, hadn't wheedled him or anything -- in fact, he'd beat the fuck out
of her ass! And fucking her hadn't been any case of her dangling a baited
hook in front of him -- it had started out as punishment and was only now
morphing into pure pleasure... Pussy was good -- and this one was doing its
best to push back at him on every stroke, asking for him to pound it --
HARD! Clint had no problem with that -- now that he was in it, he thought
he could probably go all night... Watching her kiss the little dark-skinned
roly-poly chick was a kick, too! Yeah, fuck, this was pretty awesome...
Clint's early brutality had drawn the others -- and then repelled
them, by and large. Tad and Mark weren't up for Round Two yet, so Pete and
Bobby drifted off to the gloryholes...
Bonita backed off when Brenda released her tongue; there was no
question that she was enjoying the rough stuff Clint was giving her. That
bothered Bonita a bit, but she shelved it, more or less. Looking up, she
saw Terence... She got up and went over to where he was standing and took
his hand, murmuring, "Please?"
"Yeah, sure..." Terence shrugged. Bonita led him over to a position
in front of the pillory and pulled down his sweatpants -- and commenced to
worshiping his cock with her mouth.
From Clint's perspective, it probably couldn't have gotten any
better! Slamming away in Brenda, he got to watch Terence's cock running in
and out between the little round brown chick's lips and watch the
expressions on Terence's face as he enjoyed it...
Brenda was enjoying it, too, but she wanted more participation.
"F--fuck him! Kiss me!" she demanded.
Bonita looked up and frowned -- there was no way she was going to
leave Terence hanging...
Brenda reiterated, making things clearer. "Bring him... here... and
fuck... him!"
The light went on in Bonita's head. "It's okay?"
"Sure, Baby." Terence nodded. Bonita led him to the pillory and
braced herself on it, presenting her round ass and turning her head to watch
him as he squatted a bit and started searching for her vagina with the tip
of his cock. He found it and started the penetration -- and Bonita pressed
back, moaning, "Aiy! Mi amor! Chingar!" Terence had no idea what she was
saying, but it was clear that she was happy; he settled in deep and began to
stroke -- and Bonita leaned forward to start a tongue duel with Brenda.
Terence looked up, grinning, and caught Clint's eye -- and Clint
grinned back, widely. This was good...
...But it wasn't perfect. The problem? Bonita was short and
Terence was tall, and adapting was rough on Terence. After a minute or so,
Terence realized that he couldn't maintain the position -- but luckily, the
solution to the problem was in sight. Withdrawing, he muttered, "Hang on a
sec," and went over to the exam table. Collecting the step stool, he
brought it back and placed it before Bonita. "Stand on this," he directed.
Bonita, unhappy about anything that might come between her and Terence, was
quick to reposition the stool and mount it. The result? Perfect! Terence
was sliding his cock into a happy Bonita in moments, his hands on her thick
hips directing her movements. Terence and Clint exchanged another grin...
The girls were very different; Brenda was quiet, contenting herself
with panting, the occasional gasp, and quiet groans. Bonita, on the other
hand, tended to punctuate her orgasms with outbursts of excited Spanish,
virtually singing out her joy. The second time she did this, Clint grinned
from ear to ear. "What's up?" Terence puffed.
"Do you know any Spanish?" Clint asked.
"Nope."
"So you don't know what she's saying?"
"Nope."
"Basically," Clint grinned, "she thinks she's in love with you..."
Terence blinked in surprise. "No shit?"
Brenda opened her mouth; Bonita wailed, "No, no, please! I'll lose
him!" Then, realizing that she'd let the cat out of the bag herself, she
looked fearfully over her shoulder at her lover.
"Well, I'll be damned..." Terence muttered. "You've fucked other
guys, right?"
"Si." Bonita turned her head away, miserable.
"A couple," Brenda puffed. "We thought... it would... change her
mind... but..."
Terence gazed down at the way the flesh of Bonita's chubby round
butt rippled to his strokes. Bonita WAS a pretty good ride, and she was
cute in her innocent way... She had nice titties, and he liked the black
wisps that lay smoothly on her neck and forearms. He leaned down and
reached under her to rub her little round belly. "Shit, I could do
worse..."
Bonita looked up, thunderstruck. Brenda grinned at her. "I...
guess you're... hooked up..." she panted.
Bonita's face suffused with joy and she let go with another burst of
impassioned Spanish endearments -- then her eyes rolled up and she screamed
bloody murder as orgasm overcame her! She clutched his hand to her belly;
Terence could feel it clench as her pussy pulsed and she threw her ass back
to take as much of his cock as she could get inside her.
Clint grinned at Terence. "I guess you do that shit pretty good!"
Terence opened his mouth, but a female voice drifted back from the
other side of the pillory, "So... do... you...! OGOD!" -- and the skinny,
charcoal black chick he was fucking started clutching Clint's cock with her
insides for the third time...
Three was plenty; Clint lost control and slammed himself deep into a
twat that seemed to be too big for such a narrow chick -- then let go a
flood of cum into her clutching cunt. "FUUUUCK!"
"MMMMMM!" Brenda could feel him spraying her cervix; his cock
bumped it regularly while fucking -- a sensation that she was ambivalent
about -- but the feel of his cum enhanced her orgasm, "YEEEESSSSSS!!!"
Toby, who had settled on the exam table to watch the show and
experience the female end of it, decided that he needed to hook Clint and
Brenda up. "You know, she likes it in her ass..."
Brenda was mortified, but Clint gasped, "No shit?" trying to get his
breath after the energetic fuck.
"No shit," Toby assured him.
Clint rubbed Brenda's skinny shanks thoughtfully. "Well, after
this..." He'd beat her ass pretty hard, then slammed the shit out of her --
there was no way...
"No, it was good," the disembodied voice drifted over the top of the
pillory. "I liked it... all of it..."
"Well, I'm sorry about the spanking," Clint apologized.
"You beat me and you fucked me," Brenda replied. "Why don't you
kiss me?"
Clint, nonplussed, circled the pillory and squatted, looking for an
easy way to do as she asked. There really wasn't one, but she turned her
head and he leaned in to connect with the thick lips below the mask.
The mouth behind them was hot and sweet, and the tongue was frisky;
Clint started enjoying it right away. Leaning on the support, he reached
underneath and grasped a stiff nipple, eliciting a heated moan. Breaking
the kiss, he asked incredulously, "You really liked it?"
"Yesss," Brenda hissed. "I've never been spanked like that, but it
was okay. I got... sort of hot..."
Clint looked at the floor. "I was... punishing somebody."
"It's okay," Brenda replied simply.
"Maybe." Clint stood. The more forgiving she was, the worse he
felt about it. He glanced over at Terence...
...Who chose that moment to hunch up, his face suffused with lust,
and crush little Bonita's ass to him. "Take it!" he grated. "Take my cum!"
It was about the hottest thing Clint had ever seen -- and the expression of
ecstasy on Bonita's face only added to it.
But it pointed up his identity crisis; did he want the pussy he'd
just abused the shit out of and thoroughly enjoyed himself in, or did he
want the hot dick he'd sucked twenty minutes ago? He didn't know -- and it
bothered him no end...
"Thanks..." he mumbled, and wandered off, looking distracted.
Meanwhile, Pete hit up Booth Two, having already done Booth Three.
Sally, having taken Round One on the inside, was sitting in the chair at the
back of the booth. When the knock happened, it was Sonya who answered by
opening the hole.
Pete slid his cock through the opening and felt it immediately taken
in by a mouth -- a smaller, tighter, thinner-lipped mouth than last time.
He wondered what he'd gotten himself into...
Sonya wasn't really equipped to suck larger cocks; while Pete wasn't
huge, he was still a challenge. Sonya lipped it for about a minute, but
fucking had worked before and it would work again... Holding him by the
root, she turned around and started rubbing his glans against her split.
Pete knew instantly that things had changed, and was pretty sure
what was going on; when his cock started nosing into a tight, fleshy
channel, he knew it had to be either a pussy or an ass -- and he was pretty
sure it was a pussy! He held still while she settled onto him and backed
herself against the panel, then, when she stopped moving, he took over.
Bobby, his cock poked through the hole to Booth Three, eyed him,
"That's pretty mean for a blow job."
Pete grinned. "It isn't a blow job, Man -- I'm getting a fuck!"
Bobby laughed. "Well, ain't THAT cool!"
Sonya was braced, but she wasn't stable, so Sally pushed her chair
over to Sonya, reversing and straddling it so that Sonya could lean on the
back. She was making a series of soft grunts as Pete plowed into her.
Sally, eyes dancing leaned forward and whispered, "How is it? Is it good?"
"Uh huh," Sonya replied in a congested voice, then surprised Sally
by pulling her in for a kiss!
Alyssa had control of Bobby; Trish figured that he'd had enough of
her already. Trish watched Alyssa and pondered the change in her; gone was
the haughty, controlling chick who granted favors and took tongue rides in
payment for services from a dog without giving anything back, personally.
Damian seemed to have her completely in thrall... Alyssa was squatting
before the hole, bracing against the wall with her hands while she sucked
Bobby in and released him; watching her, Trish decided she would have a
little fun...
Once she'd decided to do something, figuring out what was easy;
Trish knelt up behind Alyssa and slid her hand under her butt to get at her
pussy. Alyssa moaned (something that felt good to Bobby) and spread her
stance, granting Trish more access. Trish found her clit easily and began
rubbing it with her fingers; Alyssa whimpered and started sucking
voraciously.
It took only seconds for Alyssa's split to get wet, puffy, and wide
open; Trish discovered her thumb was in a good place and inserted it into
Alyssa's vaginal opening and used it to anchor the fingers whirling on her
clit. Alyssa went nearly insane, whining and panting as she sucked and
pumped, throwing her arousal into Bobby's blowjob.
Something had to give -- and it was Bobby! Alyssa's mad attack on
his cock took him right over the edge! Gritting his teeth, he plastered
himself against the thin panel and poured his load down Alyssa's throat!
Alyssa instinctively attempted to swallow his cock -- which worked for both
of them. Bobby hung there while his holding tank bled off into Alyssa's
moaning mouth and throat, then staggered back. "Wow! What a blowjob!" He
ducked his head to peer quickly into the hole, only getting a glimpse -- but
it was a black chick... "That does it!" he announced, "I'm dating black
chicks -- exclusively!" Every male in hearing laughed.
Pete was nearing his finish, too; Sonya's little pussy wrapped
itself tightly around his cock, making an unbearably pleasurable sheath. It
was wiggling and dancing just enough not to be a dead fuck, while holding
the position necessary for him to be able to get at it and pound away
without trouble -- and Pete was long-stroking it, taking his time. Doing
that, though, was only increasing his pleasure... "Yeah... Yeah...
YEAH... AW, SHIIIIIIT!" Pete roared as he unloaded into Sonya's pussy.
Sally, who had reached under Sonya to play with her nipples while the
Oriental girl sucked her tongue, thought she was going to get her tongue
sucked out as Sonya managed to go off in response to Pete's flood. Pete
staggered back, gasping and grinning -- and, yeah, there was a pussy at the
hole, dripping... "That was nice!" Pete puffed. "Shit, I gotta get
something to drink..."