Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 13 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: MMf mF mf oral mast ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 13

        The departure of the early group left Brenda, Bonita, Terence, Mark,
Hank, and Alonzo to await the late arrivals, with Damian and Alyssa -- and,
as hostess, Candace -- wandering in and out.  Lon and Sally were on the
premises, but weren't involved; they had retired to Lon's room for the
evening.

        Having a couple of naked girls around was a luxury that Mark and
Alonzo, in particular, weren't used to.  Both Brenda and Bonita got a lot of
attention, even if they didn't get any more sex -- everyone left was
awaiting the arrival of the older women.  Terence was looking forward to
introducing Bonita to Beth, Mark and Alonzo were just looking to see some
more women, and Hank was, well, just waiting, apparently -- even he didn't
know why he had held himself back from participation.  The five of them
ended up clustered around the TV, watching a pretty standard horror flick
while they waited.  Terence had the couch, with Bonita tucked against him
and Alonzo on the far side, Alonzo occasionally groping her and enjoying the
lack of complaints.  He figured he knew who she was, but if they wanted to
play with masks, it was okay with him -- besides, she was a little too short
and fat for his tastes, not that he wouldn't settle.  The way she glued
herself to Terence, though, was kind of scary...

        The others had chairs; there were a limited number of them in the
entertainment nook, leaving Brenda without a seat, but Mark let her sit on
his lap and took his rent out in some extremely personal exploration.
Ultimately, Brenda didn't have a whole lot of complaints with being brought
to orgasm by gentle fingering and suction on her nipples, especially since
Mark seemed to be in a learning mode, gentle and questioning and without any
roughness or urgency.

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        Elsewhere, others were attempting to cope with another Friday night
without companionship.  Fred Carter ate out and stopped for a beer or two at
his favorite bar, but he had some things on his mind that discussing with
others didn't work for, so he headed on home about nine.  The boys were out
partying and didn't expect to be home until late, according to the answering
machine, and Louise was working until eleven, at least; normally, that would
have meant closing the bars, but not tonight.  Tonight, Fred had privacy --
and a certain need of it.

        The things he wanted to do embarrassed him even without witnesses,
so he was slow getting started.  Farting around in the den in front of the
big screen TV would have been nice, but getting caught doing it wouldn't, so
he settled for the smaller setup in the master bedroom.  Slowly and
thoughtfully, he gathered his materials...

        First was a couple of videos that he really, REALLY never wanted
traced back to him by anyone in the family -- gay stuff, some of it
interracial.  Then there was that item that he's hidden in a canvas bag in
the bottom of his plumbing toolbox -- the fat, flesh tone rubber cock that
he'd used a few days before.

        The damned thing was too floppy, so he cut some coat hanger wire and
put a loop in the end to keep it from poking through the suction cup at the
base and slowly inserted it through the tip end.  Another loop would keep it
from poking out the tip; he teased it in with a pair of needle-nosed pliers.

        The result was only so-so; he figured that he'd busted the thing up
enough internally that it wasn't going to last, but it was worth a try.
Besides, it was really only necessary that it be stiff for Phase Two, if he
got that far.  He locked all of the doors and arranged a pair of running
shorts within easy reach for emergencies and settled back to watch the
videos and work on Phase One -- trying to emulate the cocksuckers on the
screen by getting the big dildo into his throat...

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        Rico came down from his apartment to get the takeout menu from
George, the security guard in the lobby.  "Quiet night?" George grinned.
George was getting up there in age, pushing sixty hard, white-haired, and a
little thick in the middle.  But he was an active lecher, and he and Rico
had discussed women on any number of occasions.  He followed up his initial
comment with, "No hot black mamas to give you brown sugar tonight?"

        Rico faked innocence -- poorly.  "Me?  Would I be doing such a
thing?"

        George snorted.  "That girl who came roaring through here last night
with you and the dark-haired kid might as well have been carrying a sign
that said, 'I'm gonna get fucked!' going up and one that said, 'I GOT
fucked!' coming back down!"

        Rico chuckled.  "Yeah, well, she's still pretty young, even if she
IS a total slut, so officially, it never happened."

        "Pretty homely," George needled him.

        "So?" Rico grinned.  "She fucks like a mink.  Put a bag over her
head, or whatever.  No biggie."

        George grinned.  "My dick can't tell whether they're ugly or not --
and I can't afford to be choosy -- but I figured you could..."

        Rico snorted.  "Guess again!  She's as dumb as a box of rocks, too,
but her pussy isn't."

        George grunted.  "So, where did you come across her?"

        "I know somebody who knows somebody..." Rico looked sly.

        George snorted again.  "Who? The dark-haired kid with the glasses?
Does she belong to him?"

        Rico grimaced.  "It's a helluva lot more complicated than that,
actually..."

        "Well, it's a one-off, so it doesn't matter, I guess..." George eyed
Rico.

        "Actually, I've done her a few times in the last couple of weeks,"
Rico retorted.  "No doubt I'll do her again, too."

        "Yeah, right..." George didn't hide his disbelief.

        "You aren't kidding ME, you old bastard!  You want a piece!" Rico
laughed.

        George grinned back.  "Well, I TOLD you I couldn't afford to be
choosy..."

        Rico thought about it.  "It's Friday -- she might not be around.
When do you get off?"

        George blinked.  "Eleven.  You serious?"

        "Well, there are a couple of things," Rico told him.  "Tab likes a
party, you know?  More than one dick.  You okay with that?"

        "You and me?  Sure..." George nodded.

        "Okay, now, the other thing.  Is it worth a fifty to ya?  It won't
be for one shot -- it'll be until we're too pooped to pop..."

        "For fifty bucks?" George exclaimed.

        "Tab likes to fuck, and she'd do it for free -- but her mama seems
to think she ought to be sellin' it.  So we give her a few bucks for her
mama and everybody's happy..." Rico explained.

        "No shit?"

        "No shit.  Sorry-assed, huh?"

        "Yeah."  George shook his head.  "Sounds like a bargain, though."

        "I'll call her -- no promises!  You order the pizza, willya?"

        "You get me laid and I'll PAY for the pizza!" George assured Rico.
Rico headed upstairs to get Tabitha's phone number.

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        ""Hello?"

        "Hey, Tab -- it's Rico."

        "Hey."

        "Whatcha doin'?"

        "Watchin' TV."  Tabitha's tone said she wasn't enjoying it.

        "Can you come out?"

        Tabitha's heart sped up.  "What for?"

        "A friend of mine has been doing without for a while, you know?  I
figured I'd help out, too.  We'd be partying at my place," Rico told her.

        "Yeah?  Cool!  Lemme ask Mama!"  Tabitha was up and running.  Mama
was on the couch with one of her regulars, smoking a joint.  "Mama, can I go
out?  One of the guys has something lined up..."

        "What did I tell you about that shit?" Mama ranted.

        Tabitha rolled her eyes.  "Mama's bitchin' about you-know-what..."

        "Fifty bucks good enough, you think?"

        "I'll ask."  Tabitha covered the mouthpiece.  "He says..."

        "Wait!"  Mama heaved herself up off the couch.  "Excuse us for a
minute, Mort," she told her companion.  "Be right back."  Waving for Tabitha
to precede her, she shambled off to her bedroom.  After closing the door,
she told Tabitha, "Never mention you might get money in front of any o' my
men -- they'll be lookin' to get it!"  She cocked her head.  "So, what's the
deal?"

        "Fifty bucks?"

        "That's your end?"

        "Yes, Mama."

        "Awright.  He comin' to get ya?"

        "Rico?  Mama says okay -- you comin' to get me?" Tabitha was
virtually beside herself.

        Big Mama snatched the phone out of Tabitha's grip in time to hear,
"How about ten?  The guy don't get off until eleven, but we can have some
pizza..."

        "Hey, you that skinny spic guy, right?  You gonna take care of Tab
an' bring her home in one piece?" Big Mama demanded.

        "Oh, yes, Ma'am -- she'll be fine.  I won't set her up with nobody I
can't trust."

        "See you don't," Big Mama retorted.  "An' make sure she gets her
end!"

        "Yes, Ma'am!"

        Big Mama shoved the phone at Tabitha.  "He's comin' at ten.  Get in
the bathroom and wash the stink off ya.  Make sure you're ready to do your
thing."  She threw open the door.  "An' make sure you get yours!" she added,
rubbing her fingers together as if she was receiving money, "cause I want
MINE!"

        "Yes, Mama!"  Tabitha grinned from ear to ear.  "I'll be waiting!"
she assured Rico.

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        Three minutes later, Rico, showing a similar grin, told George,
"We're all set.  I'll go pick her up in..." he eyed his watch, "twenty
minutes.  You got the fifty, right?"

        "Right here!" George fished bills out of his wallet.

        "Then we're golden."

        The pizza arrived while Rico was out picking up Tabitha; as
promised, George paid.  It was sitting on the counter at the security
station when Rico returned.  "Got the pizza," George announced.

        "Got the girl," Rico grinned back.  "Tab, this is George."

        "Hey, George!" Tabitha said gaily.  She turned to Rico, "This your
friend?"

        "Yeah."

        George looked a little concerned -- was she going to comment on his
age?

        Tabitha didn't.  "Cool!  Then we can talk, right?"

        "Sure..." George nodded.

        "Good.  I didn't know whether you was just A friend or you was THE
friend.  Since you're THE friend..."  She snatched up the front of her
orange tube top, "you like?"

        George grinned from ear to ear.  "Oh, yeah!  But we'd better not do
that here -- too public!  We can do that at Rico's, later!"

        "We're gonna do a whole lot more than that!" Tabitha assured him.

        "I'll take her up," Rico announced, waving Tabitha toward the
elevator.

        "I'll be up in twenty minutes!  Don't start without me!" George
called out behind them.

        George was as good as his word -- it was MAYBE five after eleven
when he knocked on Rico's door, having hurriedly handed off the admittedly
dull building situation to his replacement.  Rico waved at Tabitha, and she
took a look at George through the peephole, then opened the door -- topless.
"Hey, come on in..."

        Now, Tabitha's smallish, splayed breasts weren't the most beautiful
things in the world, but George drooled anyway; his marriage had collapsed
over a decade before and hunting down a replacement sex partner at his age
had proven to be a difficult proposition.  As a result, he did without -- a
lot -- something that age made easier but not pleasant.  "May I?" he asked,
reaching out to cup one.

        "Sure."  Tabitha's eyelids drooped.  Having been coached a bit by
Rico, she added, "I really don't want to spoil things, but maybe we ought to
look at the money end, first."  She really hated the whole financial thing
-- it was demeaning -- but if it kept Mama happy, it was the way to go...

        "Um, yeah."  Tabitha was right, money threw a damper on George's
ardor.  He reluctantly let go of her breast and reached for his wallet.
"Um, just to be clear, what do I get for this?"

        "Anything you want, Mister.  I don't like asking, but if I didn't, I
wouldn't be standing here," Tabitha told him.

        "Anything?  I mean, is there a price list or something?" George
hunted for clarification.  "How many..."

        Tabitha blinked.  "Price list?  Umm, we're gonna fuck, Mister.  When
you're done, you're done.  I kinda hope you can go two, three times -- I
LOVE to fuck!"  This was depressing...

        Rico interceded.  "If one of you was a cop, you'd BOTH be going to
jail!  That was the worst negotiation I ever heard!" he laughed.  "Tab, you
have to kind of talk around things when you're haggling over price -- if you
tell a cop straight up you're gonna fuck him, you're gonna end up in jail.
George is a little hesitant and suspicious, probably because hookers have
burned him in the past, and because most hookers HAVE a price list -- and
they want you to buy the expensive stuff."  He turned to George.  "We have
Tab for the night.  She wants every drop you've got in you -- don't you,
Tab?"  Tabitha nodded.  "The money is a side-issue.  Her mama probably will
think she made five times as much, but I kept eighty percent -- and she's
cool with that.  We're gonna party, Tab gets a little experience playing
hooker, and her mama gets fifty bucks -- and that's it.  Right, Tab?"

        "Uh huh!" Tabitha nodded vehemently.

        George shook his head.  "You have to admit..." he muttered, fishing
out three twenties.

        "Yeah, I know -- too good to be true," Rico finished.  "But it's how
it is, so we might as well enjoy it."

        Tabitha took the twenties.  "I don't have no change..."

        "Keep it," George told her.  "If things are gonna go as advertised,
it's the LEAST I can do!  Try to keep ten from your mama for yourself!"

        "Gee, Mister!  Thanks!" Tabitha beamed.

        "Call me George," the older man smiled.

        "Sure, George!  Can I see it?"  Tabitha tossed the money on the
floor and knelt to open his pants.

        "Sure you can," he croaked, looking up at Rico and shaking his head
in amazement.

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        Louise and Beth entered the Carpenter home via the front door;
Damian was ready for them with the tiresome but obligatory masks.  "What
have we got downstairs, Boy?" Louise asked.

        "Brenda and Bonita," Damian replied, "Both of them have been busy.
Big Bro is down there and Bonita is hangin' off him like she's glued."

        "And that bothers you?" Louise asked, her eyes twinkling.

        "Sorta," Damian admitted.  "Big Bro seems fine with it, though."

        "Let him do his own thing, Boy -- you do yours..." Louise eyed
Candace, who was standing there naked.

        "Yeah, yeah..." Damian grunted.  "Hank is down there, and Alonzo and
Mark Torres.  Alonzo and Mark are waiting for you guys specifically; I dunno
WHAT Hank is waiting for..."

        "Why are you worried about it?" Beth asked.

        "Because he hasn't fucked anybody, and we had a full house," Damian
replied.  "I just dunno what's up with him."

        Louise grinned.  "Maybe he just likes to watch."

        Damian shook his head.  "I doubt it."

        Louise got out of her scrubs.  "I'm going down like this," she
announced, standing there in her bra and panties.  Beth thought about it,
frowning, and followed suit.  Damian and Candace hooked them up with masks
and they headed downstairs.

        Nobody noticed until they got to the conversation nook and announced
themselves, largely due to the focus on the TV and the girls already present
and the fact that both of the women were barefoot.  "Hey, can we play?"
Louise asked.  Five out of six of the younger generation jumped, and Brenda
let out a shriek.  "Serves you right for watching horror flicks!" Louise
chuckled, then assumed a pose, "Hello, Boys..."

        Alonzo and Mark took in the new players -- a heavyset white woman
and a narrow but still womanly black woman.  Brenda got up instinctively to
give Mark room to react; he got up and came around the chair to face Louise
and Beth, "Hi."  Alonzo got up and stood behind him.

        "Nice of you boys to wait for us," Louise purred.  Beth just smiled,
letting Louise do the talking.

        "What can we do for ya?" Alonzo asked, leering.

        "You got anything left for a couple of old broads?" Louise grinned.

        "I figure I do," Alonzo declared.

        "Me, too!" Mark echoed.

        "Well, then..." Louise spread her hands.  Both young men moved
forward, but stopped; they needed to work out who got who.  Louise got it on
the first pass...  "Boys, my name is 'L' and this is 'B.'"  Mark and Alonzo
got this as 'Elle' and 'Bea,' but that didn't matter.  "You don't have to
worry -- either one of us can handle either -- or both -- of you, so you can
just take your pick..."

        They still weren't ready -- they were making false starts and
looking at one another.  Louise laughed.  "Why don't you unwrap the
merchandise?" she offered.  "You," she pointed at Alonzo, "take me and you,"
she pointed at Mark, "take 'B.'  Once we're unwrapped, both of you can get a
feel of each of us and go from there -- how's that?"

        They were already moving.  Alonzo moved behind Louise and undid her
bra, and Louise put her arms out and down so it would slide off.  Mark
fought with Beth's much more robust containment system, but he got it soon
after -- then both of them slid their target woman's panties down her
thighs.  Louise made a little wave and she and Beth turned around to face
the boys.  "Well here it is -- come and get it..."

        Having already put hands on her, wading forward to address the woman
in front of you requires no thought; Alonzo and Mark reached for breasts
right away.  "That's it," Louise purred, "Take a little time to get a feel
and then we'll switch up, okay?"

        "Yeah," Alonzo grunted.

        "Uh huh," Mark echoed.  Neither of them was listening any more,
really -- they were completely engaged by the flesh under their hands.
Neither of them was clear on why in the presence of a pair of young girls
they were acting like kids in a candy store while fondling women old enough
to be their mothers.  The fact was, there was a considerable 'forbidden'
component to the whole thing, added to by the unconscious realization that
the young girls had a LOT less experience and a LOT less confidence -- and
it showed.  Sure, Louise's breasts sagged and she had a little cellulite
here and there -- and Beth was chunky and jugs the size of hers didn't
exactly point toward the ceiling -- but the guys KNEW that the women had all
of the right equipment and knew EXACTLY how to use it...

        Alonzo cradled Louise's breasts and slid his hands over her hips and
ass.  Louise reached in through the waistband of his underwear (which was
about all anyone was wearing, and even then only the males) and fondled his
cock with knowing fingers.  Beth did similar to Mark, following suit.
"Okay, got enough for now?  Let's switch, then..." Louise directed after a
long moment of exploration.

        Neither male was in any hurry to release his target, but they did,
reluctantly -- only to wade in on the other woman with much more confidence.
Alonzo got a big double handful of Beth's jugs, admiring the size and heft
-- and got a purring giggle when he captured her nipples between his
fingers.  Mark mouthed one of Louise's and reached into her crotch to slide
his fingers gently over her furry mound, practicing the lessons he'd learned
earlier with Brenda.  Louise gasped, "My, Baby, aren't YOU talented!" and
spread her stance so he could get at the juicy parts.

        On the couch, watching, Terence whispered in Bonita's ear, "That's
my mama."

        Bonita turned big eyes on him.  "Really?"

        Terence nodded.  "The other woman is Toby's mama.  She spoiled me --
I want you to learn how to suck a cock from her."

        "Then I will, mi amor," Bonita declared quietly, looking into his
eyes.  "I will learn well..."

        Terence grinned and cuddled her.  "I know you will."

        Alonzo had his hand in Beth's crotch, emulating Mark.  "You shave."

        "Yes."  Beth cocked her head.  "You like?"  Only a couple of weeks
before, she'd been furry -- nobody cared one way or the other.  Now...

        "Yeah."  His thick fingers slid along her pudgy pudenda, running
between the thick outer lips, sliding over her clit.  "You like that?"

        "Uh huh."  Beth slid his shorts over his hips so she could get at
his erection.  "That's a nice one..."  It wasn't the size of Terence's, or
Damian's -- or even Randy's, but it had an interesting taper...  "Why don't
we...?"

        "Yeah."  Alonzo led her to the mat Bobby had used earlier and Beth
went down on her back, putting an end to any questions over who was going to
fuck who.

        "I can roll over -- you can have it doggie," Beth offered.

        "No, this is good," Alonzo replied distractedly.  He was already
rubbing his glans in her wet split.  Half a second later, he was penetrating
her.

        Louise was panting a bit from Mark's efforts -- and Mark was, too,
from Louise's jacking.  "I hope you don't mind being stuck with me, Baby,"
Louise husked.

        "No," Mark gasped.  "I want to fuck you."

        "Let's use the pool table.  Help me get a mat."  Thirty seconds
later, Louise was on her back, caroling, "Feed me that beautiful dick,
Baby!"

        Brenda was uninvolved -- and not happy about it.  Hank materialized
beside her.  "Wait here.  Better, go get a close look at that -- but don't
touch anyone!"  He pointed at the pool table, where Mark and Louise were
rutting lustily.  Brenda gravitated to the table edge and stood there,
watching with hungry eyes.  Louise was giving her usual running commentary
about how good her lover was -- which didn't hurt Mark's ego a bit!

        Hank returned, having turned up one of the plastic chairs from a
booth.  He arranged it facing Mark and Louise's cycling pelvises.  "Sit," he
directed.  Brenda looked at him in confusion, but did so.  "Put your feet on
the seat.  Lanky Brenda did as she was told and ended up resembling a large,
black grasshopper.  "Now masturbate," Hank directed.  "I want to see you
have a big orgasm."  Putting her hands in her crotch made her look even more
insectoid, but Brenda began diddling her clitoris, which was clearly visible
extending from her hairless pubic mound.

        It was never intended to last -- and it didn't.  Mark wasn't known
for his staying power. Even after dropping two loads, he'd had enough
recharge time to be hair-trigger -- and Louise was encouraging him loudly.
When Louise yelled, "Oh, Baby!  I'm gettin' it!  Gimmee!" Mark went
"YAAAAHHH!" hammered her a half-dozen times, and poured another voluminous
load into Louise's quaking cunt.  Brenda, watching avidly while her fingers
whirled over her clit, saw the flood of white goo ooze out around Mark's
imbedded cock and it put her over the top; she went "Wuff!  WOOO!" her eyes
rolled up and she lost control of her folded legs, which snapped out and
nearly toppled her chair over backwards as she arched herself, her back
against the chair back, quivering from sensory overload.  Hank, having
gotten more than he bargained for, was moved to consider active
participation for the first time that night.

        Louise wanted more, but she instinctively knew better than to say
anything that Mark might interpret as uncomplimentary, so she cooed and
crooned over him, telling him what a wonderful job he'd done, thankful for
the one cum she DID get.  Brenda collapsed in the chair, coming to herself
to find Hank unlimbering his cock through his fly.  "You want any of this?"
he asked.

        "Please?' she asked.

        "Play with it a little, and I'll think about it," Hank told her.
Brenda sat up and took his gnarled shaft in her hands, jacking it for a
moment before sliding the head between her lips.

        All of this went on to the accompaniment of the fleshy smacks of
Alonzo pounding Beth's pussy and the occasional "Oooo!" from her.  Alonzo
had quite a bit left in him, but Mark's early success with Louise bothered
him, so he asked, "Are you doing okay?"

        "Oh, sure, Sweetie!" Beth replied, "UUUH!  I don't get big cums like
Louise -- I get lots of little ones.  I must've had six already!  Don't you
worry about me!  OOOOOHHH!"  She rocked back and shuddered.  "See?"

        "Oh.  Okay..." Alonzo soldiered on with a good deal more confidence
once he realized that his efforts WERE effective.

        Mark climbed off and Louise sat up to find her eldest son with a
thick finger in the little chunky Mexican girl's cunt, a hand on one of her
round titties, and his lips on hers.  She almost forgot she was anonymous
and said something that would reveal her relationship to Terence, but she
remembered at the last moment.  Instead, she merely looked on, grinning,
while Terence and Bonita worked deeper and deeper into their clinch.

        Alonzo finished up by spinning out a dozen staccato strokes then
burying his cock in Beth and squirting seed into her depths; Beth cooed and
fawned over him, bolstering his ego.  When that was over, the prime
attention-getter in the room was Brenda, who was loudly slurping over Hank's
cock.  Hank glanced up at the relative silence, realized that he had an
audience, and put his hand on Brenda's head to stop her.  "Get up on the
table," he directed, "on your back."

        Brenda was happy to obey and moved with alacrity. Hank climbed up
behind her and positioned himself between her thin but muscled legs, then
wiped his cock along her slit, which opened to display bright pink flesh
that contrasted sharply with her coal-black skin.  A couple of wipes to
gather lubrication, and Hank drove his exceptionally sinewy penis deep into
her.

        Brenda liked it hard and fast, but she'd had one good bout already;
even though she wanted it, she was unprepared for Hank's aggressive attack!
Hank took no prisoners, hammering at her violently, slamming and jamming; as
athletic as she was, Brenda lacked the padding that would have made it
bearable.  'I'm gonna be sore for a week!' she thought fleetingly, but she
wouldn't -- couldn't -- stop him!

        Hank really wasn't sure why he was going at it the way he was, but
he knew that Brenda preferred things fast and furious, so he didn't worry
about it.  If he'd known he was hurting her, he might have slowed down some,
but as it was, the thought never occurred to him.

        Ultimately, it didn't matter; Brenda adapted, arching her pelvis to
take his stroke on flesh that could handle it and accommodating herself to
the curve of his penis -- and after the initial period of discomfort, things
improved over the next several minutes until, finally, an orgasm welled up
and washed over her.  Characteristically, she didn't say anything, just
emitted a series of impassioned grunts -- but Hank got the idea from the
frantic way her hips rose to meet his and the tighter clutch of her vagina
on his cock -- and THAT brought him over HIS peak, as well!  "Yeah!
UUUHHHH!   FUCK IT!  UUUUHHHGH!!!" he yelled as he flooded her passage with
semen.

        Oddly, neither of them was satisfied when he rolled off her and got
up to head for the bathroom -- and both of them knew it without really
communicating the fact verbally.

        "Ol' Hank's got a lot of energy," Louise opined, eyeing Brenda.

        "Too much!" Brenda agreed, rolling up and painfully climbing down
from the table.  "I'm gonna be bowlegged for a week!"

        "I'll talk to him.  I don't think he realized..." Louise murmured,
and headed for the bathroom.  Brenda nodded and moved slowly to the couch,
collecting a towel to wipe herself with on the way.  Bonita pulled Brenda
against her; Brenda cuddled up to her girlfriend gratefully -- even more
gratefully when Terence extended a possessive arm over her.

        Hank was trying to get his post-coital piss over with when Louise
walked in.  "Hey, Baby," she asked, stepping up to rub his shoulders, "that
didn't go that well, did it?"

        "No," Hank agreed, "She's awful damned bony."

        "You went at it too hard," Louise advised.  "She's athletic, but she
isn't built to take that kind of hammering.  You need a girl with more
padding if you're gonna go nuts like that."

        "Yeah, well..."  It was too late, anyway; he'd have never fucked
her, but she'd gotten him hot watching her bird-dogging others while they
fucked and then getting off so hard when she masturbated.  "She really isn't
my type."  Tall and spindly and boyish and homely...  Black entered into it
somewhere, but it was the icing on the cake; it wasn't that she was black,
but that some physical traits that he considered unappetizing came with it.
Louise, for instance -- on another night, he'd have considered fucking
Louise; there was just that much more to her -- enough to make her
worthwhile.  Tonight, though...

        Louise realized it, too.  "If you're thinking about a second round,
why don't you take on Beth?" she offered.  "She can take it -- and she'll
enjoy it..."

        "Yeah," Hank nodded distractedly, "good idea."  Louise nodded and
rubbed his shoulder for another moment, then headed back out.