Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 14 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: mf MF mF MFf mFf oral mast voy ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 14

        Mark and Alonzo started making noises about being ready to go; Toby
volunteered to take them home.  Louise looked disgusted, and Toby knew why
-- she'd expected more than one round.  Fortunately, that was something he
could fix...  "I'll be back..." and a meaningful glance put a smile on
Louise's face.

        The departures also meant that the women could get more comfortable
by removing the masks -- which they did gratefully.  Terence looked at his
mother over the back of the couch and waved and Louise approached her eldest
son.  "This is Bonita and this is Brenda," Terence made introductions.
"Bonita, um, likes me..."

        "Uh huh..." Louise nodded, smiling gently.

        "We're kinda maybe..." Terence couldn't seem to find words.

        "Going together?" Louise prompted.

        "Yah."  Terence nodded.

        "That's nice."  Louise turned her attention to Bonita.  "Why?"

        "He's..." Bonita found herself tongue-tied.  She started waving her
arms and her eyes got big and she started to sputter.

        Louise patted her shoulder and offered, "You know the good stuff
when you see it?"

        Bonita subsided immediately.  "Yes!"

        "Good!"  Louise turned to her son.  "I'm fine with it."  Returning
her attention to Bonita, she said, "Both of my boys are good, one way or
another -- but they're different.  I think you probably chose well."  She
smiled and moved off to join Beth.  "Hank needs to work something out," she
told Beth.  "Why don't you see if you can drain off the excess?"

        Beth nodded.  "Okay.  At least I can wear him out."

        Louise nodded.  "I think he's gonna need some TLC, after."

        Beth returned the nod -- that wasn't a problem.

        Terence turned to face Beth.  "I was hoping that maybe you would
teach Nita a little something..."

        "Like deep-throat?" Beth grinned.

        "Yeh."  Terence grinned back.

        "We'll see how Hank feels about it," Beth told him.  "Depending on
how that goes, I can use one or the other -- or both of you -- as teaching
aids."  She came over to the couch and put a hand on Terence's shoulder.
"What about Brenda?"

        "Ummm, I know how," Brenda replied.  "I don't know how good it is,
but I seem to do okay."

        Beth smiled at her.  "That wasn't really what I meant, Sweetie."

        "I, uh, think I'm done for the night," Brenda replied.  "Hank..."

        "It wasn't really that, either," Beth told her, then eyed Terence.

        Terence pursed his lips.  "Brenda and Bonita have a... thing.  I'm
fine with that.  I dunno what Brenda wants..."

        "Well, a guy..." Brenda mused.  "I don't know who, though."

        "I would share..." Bonita piped up.

        "I know you would," Brenda hugged Bonita, "but it might not be
enough."  She didn't add that she didn't feel any particular interest in
Terence -- AND she didn't want to screw up Bonita's shot at love!

        Terence decided he wasn't insulted.  "No problem.  I'm just sayin' I
won't get in you two's way."  Bonita started looking nervous.  "But that
don't mean I'm backing off..." he reassured her, "just that you two will
have to put up with an extra, sometimes."  That seemed to please Bonita; she
settled against him again, clearly more than just tolerating his big hand on
her breast.  At the same time, she tugged Brenda in closer; Brenda allowed
it -- even allowing Terence's other hand to drop onto her shoulder as she
leaned against her girlfriend.  Terence -- being Terence -- didn't press.

        Hank wandered back in at about that point and crossed to Brenda.
"Sorry," he said shortly.  "I don't know exactly why I thought I had to bore
holes in you."

        "Forget it," Brenda waved it off.  "It's not serious.  If you'd gone
first, it probably wouldn't have mattered, but Clint was kinda rough, too."
Hank nodded and moved off.

        Beth captured him as he passed, snagging an arm from where she was
seated in an armchair.  "If you have any of that left, I'd be happy to take
all you've got..."

        Hank eyed her.  "I'm not being very considerate," he muttered.

        "You don't have to be with me," Beth told him softly, looking up at
his face, her need evident.  "And I can take it.  Terence would like for me
to teach Bonita a little about oral sex -- do you think you might like to
help me demonstrate?"

        "I, ahhhh, dunno," Hank grimaced.  There was no doubt that Beth
could take it -- the flip side being that she was big.  On the other hand,
she wasn't THAT big -- not like Phyllis, for instance, or even Adele.  Beth
pouted a bit and looked needy, and Hank relented.  "I should probably rest
for a while.  Maybe we can put something on the TV..."  He let her reel him
in, settling on the chair arm.

        Louise, who had a vested interest in seeing to it that the party
didn't break up before Toby returned, got up and made for the entertainment
center.  "Regular TV?" she asked, "Or -- looks like there are some videos
here..."  They settled on porn; Brenda, in particular, was somewhat
surprised at Louise's enthusiasm for the idea...

        That's how Toby found them on his return -- Louise in the folding
chair on the right side of the couch, Terence, Bonita, and Brenda more or
less jammed together against the right side of the couch, and Beth in the
armchair with Hank parked on the right arm.  Not surprisingly, both Terence
and Hank had hard-ons; Bonita was rather clumsily rubbing Terence's, as it
was positioned against her hip, and Beth was jacking Hank's and rubbing her
thumb over its purplish head while Hank palmed one of her big jugs.

        Louise was visibly pleased to see Toby -- and Toby knew why; the
topmost thought on her mind was, 'Thank God -- I can stop masturbating!'
Toby could only read the gestalt, but her cocktail of arousal and
embarrassment had definite indications of her activity associated with it --
not to mention the paranoia; Louise had been too embarrassed to look around,
but she was certain that Beth, Hank, and Brenda, at a minimum, were
watching.  For the record, she was right, too -- Toby confirmed it in scans
of Brenda and Beth.  Brenda was surprised that an old married lady would get
so carried away as to masturbate in front of a bunch of younger people --
particularly guys -- and ESPECIALLY her own son!  Brenda had been unable to
help herself; she'd watched Louise out of the corner of her eye, fascinated
-- and luxuriated in Bonita's gentle manipulation of her nipples -- even
sneaked a hand to her somewhat tender flesh, on occasion...

        Louise hopped up and came over to Toby, murmuring, "Thank God!
Bring me that beautiful dick, Baby!  I need it, bad!"  She started shucking
him out of his clothing, and Toby didn't fight or argue -- he was as ready
as she was.  She stayed intent on what she was doing, but Toby looked
around, absorbing the fact that they'd replaced the on-screen antics as the
primary source of entertainment.  It didn't bother him.

        "Your mama..." Bonita whispered.

        "She's horny," Terence whispered back.  "She and Pa don't get along
-- and it's mostly Pa's fault.  Don't be judging her!"

        "No, no..." Bonita shook her head, denying any such intention.
Brenda was close enough to hear the exchange, and she absorbed the
information without comment.

        Beth turned to Hank.  "About that demonstration, Sweetie...
Wouldn't a little head go good right now?"

        Hank nodded; the woman was right -- he was rock hard and ready to go
and her hand, while nice, wasn't a pussy and it wasn't a mouth, either.
"Yeah, sounds good..."

        "Terence, sweetie, instead of just watching Louise and Toby, maybe
we could have that teaching session?" Beth asked.

        "Yeah, good idea..."  Terence nudged Bonita and she got up.
Meanwhile, Beth led Hank over to within a couple of feet of where Louise was
giving her own demo on Toby's big cock, her thick lips and active tongue
washing it from tip to root.  Terence pointed, and Bonita assumed a position
between the older women, while Terence slid between Hank and Toby.  Brenda
watched from the couch.

        Beth went straight into teaching mode, saying, "The first mistake
most girls make is concentrating on one spot.  Girls have a relatively small
pleasure button, but guys need to be stimulated along as much of the penis
as possible.   If you think about it, we girls instinctively just move to
where things feel good and try to keep it happening -- but guys are wired to
drive that pole of theirs into us, again and again!  When you give head, you
need to either handle that for him, or expect him to end up handling YOU!"
Beth waved at where Louise was diving on Toby's shaft and retreating
rhythmically to the point of kissing his glans.  "If you don't want him
holding your head and fucking your face, you'll do his work for him!"  She
then demonstrated by bobbing several times on Hank's erection.  "That's the
big mystique of 'deep throat' -- the fact that guys want full coverage,"
Beth confided, backing off.  "Of course, with a lot of guys, deep-throat
isn't an issue, because they can be handled without it -- I'm sure you
probably noticed that, earlier.  These three, though, are, well, 'well-hung'
as we used to call it -- they're bigger than normal."

        "What is normal?" Bonita asked.

        "Just a bit over six inches, according to my sources," Beth replied.
"Shall we?"  She re-engaged Hank's erection and Bonita went to work on
Terence's; Louise hadn't stopped.

        For the next few minutes, Bonita worked diligently at making love to
her man's penis.  Beth popped off Hank periodically to provide guidance.
Toby was also there, using his own preferences and the gestalt of his
mother's experience to educate Bonita subliminally while almost
unconsciously fine-tuning Louise's efforts.  Louise was no amateur, but she
had some habits that weren't optimal -- at least, from Toby's viewpoint --
so they got adjusted.  His mother, on the other hand, Toby didn't mess with;
in the first place, she had several times Louise's experience, from her days
as slave to her husband.  Roy had humiliated Beth regularly by encouraging
other men to use her -- and he'd been unforgiving of any failure.  As a
result, Beth had an encyclopedic knowledge of technique from practice on a
wide variety of cocks and exceptional control over her gag reflex.  Under
the Tollivers' combined tutelage, Bonita was burying her nose in Terence's
pubic hair regularly in under ten minutes.

        Eventually, Louise began to challenge Toby's control to the point
that he put his hand on her shoulder and said, "I thought you wanted
this..."

        "In my pussy?" Louise finished for him.  "You bet!  Where?"

        "Over there, I think," Toby waved at a mattress that had been used
earlier in the evening.

        "Come on, then!" Louise rose and took him by the hand.  "Top or
bottom?"

        "I'll take the bottom."  Toby arranged himself on the mat and Louise
squatted over him without preamble.

        "I'm plenty ready!" she announced, and started rubbing his glans
between her droopy pussy lips.  "Boy, do I need THIS!"

        Bonita popped her lips off her lover's erection.  "Terence?" she
asked, lapping at his frenulum.

        "You can, uuh, finish this," Terence croaked.  "Good practice."

        "Yes, mi amor," Bonita nodded and resumed fellating his length of
velvety black cock.

        "I think she has it," Beth opined for the general audience, "and
you've been suffering," she added to Hank.  She cocked her head.

        "Pool table," Hank puffed.

        Beth rose.  "Top or bottom?"

        "Take the bottom," Hank directed, "on your back.  I need to..."

        "Don't hold back, Sweetie," Beth interrupted.  "I can take it -- and
I LIKE it!"

        In no time, Hank was between Beth's knees, rubbing the blunt head of
his cock along her split, opening it and lubing his glans.  Beth tugged at
his biceps, and he buried himself in her channel to the hilt.  "Uuuh!
Sweetie!  That's NICE!" Beth cooed, and Hank set off like a perpetual motion
machine.

        Brenda's hand stole over her shaven mons, a finger sliding along
either side of her distended clit.  She couldn't resist -- there was too
much visual stimulation!  From her position sideways on the couch, she could
see her girlfriend working Terence's cock assiduously, and while she
couldn't see Bonita's face, she knew her body language -- AND she could see
the expressions flowing over Terence's face as Bonita played his skin-flute
like a virtuoso.  Bonita was in another world -- Brenda could tell from past
experience with her girlfriend that she had totally given herself over to
her task.

        In the background, Terence's mother was giving a running commentary
on the amount of pleasure Toby was providing her as she rode his cock,
cowgirl-style!  "Oh, Baby!  What a cock!  I think it's poking out my
bellybutton!  Fuck, it's good!  You're fucking incredible!  I needed this
SOOO bad!  THIS is fucking!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Oh, HOLY FUUUUCK!"
Louise's eyes rolled up in her head and she started jerking and bouncing
maniacally -- and Brenda nearly had an orgasm, just watching!

        Shifting her attention to Hank and Beth provided no respite.  From
what Brenda could see, Hank was pounding Beth every bit as hard as he had
done her -- and Beth was cooing and smiling and egging him on, with a pause
every minute or so while she clenched up, went "OOOOO!" then settled back
and said, "Thank you, Sweetie!" and cajoled him to keep it coming!

        Hank couldn't describe his mood properly; he was agitated about
something to the point that his usual reserve had deserted him.  Working it
out on Brenda had seemed like a good idea since she was athletic and known
to like her sex strenuously applied -- but she'd apparently gotten a serious
dose from Clint and wasn't up to being ridden hard twice.  After the
episode, he felt bad about hurting her -- but it didn't handle the basic
drive to just wear himself -- and someone else -- out!  Beth hadn't been his
first choice -- she was chunky enough to be less than appetizing to him --
but she DEFINTELY could take a licking and keep on ticking!  When it became
apparent that he wasn't doing any damage, Hank ramped things up until he
could have been driving nails with his hard, sinewy shaft -- and Beth seemed
to take it all in stride.

        Hank felt like he could go all night -- but was certain that he
would crash, sooner or later.  But Beth seemed impervious to his most
devastating attack!  She got a cum every little bit -- which was good for
his ego -- but he wanted something...

        Beth figured it out before he did.  Arching up, she allowed a
flicker of pain to flash across her face.

        This caused Hank to pause; it triggered an internal battle.  He
didn't want to hurt her -- but he didn't want her to be impervious, either.
He wanted...  It was hard to describe...  "Are you okay?" he grunted.

        But Beth knew what it was -- Hank wanted control.  He didn't want
her to smile and take it -- he wanted her to show some effects of his
efforts beyond the orgasms she was throwing.  Sure, it was good that she was
handling it -- but going so far as being unaffected...  "I'm fine," she told
him softly, caressing his cheek.  "But you'd have to be made of stone not to
notice what we're doing!  Don't stop, though -- don't even slow down!  I...
like a little pain with my pleasure -- it sweetens it.  You just keep
tearing it up..."

        "Okay..."  Off the hook, Hank resumed stroking -- and Beth urged him
to resume his best efforts, while allowing more of the down-side of the
results to show.  Actually, it made things a little better for her, not
having to paper over her affinity for pain...  "That's it, Sweetie!" she
panted, "Take it -- you own it!  Hurt me a little -- show me who's boss!"

        This turned Hank loose, totally!  Now, Hank was what just about
anyone would call a 'good guy,' but everyone needs to be king somewhere, and
Hank more than most BECAUSE of his tolerance under normal conditions.
Candace handled his need to ride hard while scratching another itch over the
loss of his mother -- but basically, he just needed to earn and take control
during sex.  When Beth invited him to take charge and granted him ownership,
it put him in exactly the mode he was looking for, and he reveled in it,
releasing all concerns and letting it flow.  Once he had control, it was
less important that he hammer Beth -- and that meant they both enjoyed it
more; he was still urgent and aggressive, but it wasn't a fight any more --
it was more about consolidating gains.

        Pleasure ramped up and up, for both of them.  Beth's orgasmic cycle
shortened by a third -- which meant that she was clutching Hank's cock
tightly more often -- which meant that he was getting more pleasure and more
stimulation -- which put him on a faster track to climax.  What had been, 'I
can go all night,' became, 'I can go a while longer,' then 'pretty quick
now,' and finally, "I'M LOSING IT!" -- yelled aloud as Beth rocked up,
tightening, emitting her signature, "OOOO!"

        Beth clamped down, urging, "Yes!  Do it!  Fill me up, Sweetie!
Cum!"

        Hank, red-faced, jaw clenched, rode the peak of his orgasm, then
splashed Beth's cervix with a half-dozen blasts of his seed before settling
atop her, panting and sweating.  Beth cuddled him and cooed; she had NO
complaints with what was actually a Herculean effort on Hank's part.

        Terence had long since announced his completion, hunching over
Bonita and grunting, "Aw, BABY!!" and waving his hands to keep from choking
her with his erupting meat -- not that it mattered, since Bonita gobbled him
to the root!  After the first couple of furious blasts, she backed off far
enough to taste it, suckling his glans and licking his frenulum and doing
her best to prolong his agony of pleasure.  The pair had wandered off, hand
in hand, seeking the showers.

        Similarly, Louise and Toby had given up the race a few minutes
before; first, Louise collapsed on Toby, running out of the steam required
to ride on top, then after a quick shift to the missionary position, Toby
rode a much faster response curve to his own completion, any concerns over
Louise's pleasure handled.  Indeed, Toby could tell that Louise had gotten
her fix and was satisfied using his unique abilities -- and could put the
issue aside more thoroughly than the rest of us, based upon that certainty.
The pair were still resting when Brenda glanced guiltily back over at them
after riding out a muffled, finger-induced orgasm herself, watching the Hank
and Beth Show.  Getting up, Brenda hobbled off, looking for her girlfriend.

        They were in the shower; watching them from the doorway, Brenda was
struck by the fact that they made almost the same Mutt and Jeff appearance
as when Bonita was paired with her.  Bonita was reaching up to soap
Terence's hard back, obviously engrossed -- she was humming.  Terence had
his head under the spray.  Brenda had to admit that there was nothing WRONG
with Terence -- he was just a surprise.  Maybe she was jealous; Brenda mused
-- he WAS taking a big chunk of Bonita's affections...

        "Hey, about Brenda," Terence muttered, stepping forward just far
enough to get the water to pour over his back, rinsing off Bonita's
carefully applied soap.

        "Yes?" Bonita circled around and ducked under his arm so she could
look up into his eyes while shielded from the spray by his bulk.

        "I feel like I'm stealing you from her," Terence grunted.  "If I was
her, I wouldn't be happy."

        "My Love, this is my choice -- even more than it is yours," Bonita
replied.  "I have been, well, shameless in chasing you -- everyone knows it.
This is not your fault.  But Brenda and I are more like sisters than lovers
-- I support her and she supports me and we comfort one another.  We are not
lesbians -- we're just needy."

        "Well, you're gonna be LESS needy," Terence pointed out.

        "Yes," Bonita agreed.  "A LOT less -- but I won't abandon her.
Still, she needs a man..."

        "I don't think I do anything for her," Terence mused.

        "Well, maybe not," Bonita agreed.  "That is up to the two of you.
But I know you will protect her."  She smiled as Terence nodded.  "I think
Clint..."

        "There's a lot of shit going on in Clint's head right now," Terence
told her.  "He might not settle on girls."

        "That is for the future," Bonita agreed.  "Brenda and I enjoy both
worlds.  You do, too.  Maybe Clint will, also."

        "Well, if she wants him, she might have a shot," Terence muttered.
"She does if anyone does.  I think she gave him something he needed -- even
if her end was an ass-whipping!"

        Bonita nodded thoughtfully.  "I was surprised.  I will speak to her
about it.  She wasn't upset or offended by Clint -- somehow, I think she
enjoyed it!"

        Terence nodded.  "That happens.  Beth -- Beth is Toby's mom, did you
know that?  Beth has this thing -- she likes it.  She likes being told what
to do and she likes taking a little abuse.  She likes for the guy to be in
charge, big time.  Candace has sort of a similar thing with Little Bro;
nobody else can do it, but he can abuse the shit out of her and she sucks it
up.  She complains a lot, but she gets off on it.  Sally -- Sally's a lot
like Beth.  She wants to be owned.  Lon is handling it.  So it ain't that
unusual -- but I don't really get into it..."

        Bonita locked eyes with him.  "Mi amor, you are the man -- there
will never be any question between us."

        "That's cool," Terence replied.  "I like being in charge -- but I
DON'T like havin' to slap somebody around to get there!  I've seen it -- and
I don't like it.  Pa used to get that way with Mama; now, she stands up to
him -- and he lets her, more or less -- but I think it's because he's afraid
now that she would go to the cops."

        Bonita nodded.  "Mama and Papa do not have such... confrontations --
but Mama was raised in the old country and believes that it is not the place
of the good wife to dispute the decisions of her husband.  Only recently has
she amended this to say, 'unless he is very, very wrong' -- but Papa is
seldom THAT wrong!"   She smiled.  "Papa is a benevolent ruler, anyway."

        Terence snorted.  "Hand me the soap."  He started sliding the bar
over Bonita's soft round breasts.  Brenda ducked back out of sight, not
wanting to be caught eavesdropping as they shifted positions.  Terence's
voice rumbled, "What will your Papa think of me?"

        Bonita's voice was serious as she replied, "I do not know -- but he
will be influenced by Mama -- and she will love you."

        Terence snorted.  "You hope!"

        "No, mi amor, I know!" Bonita insisted.

        It was time to stop hanging around outside the door, so Brenda
stepped through it.  "Don't use up all of the hot water!"

        "Come get some, then!" Bonita laughed.

        "I don't want to..." Brenda began.

        "Yah, come on," Terence invited, waving.  "I'll get the top and Nita
can work on the bottom."

        By then, Bonita had her hand, so Brenda let her friend lead her
under the spray.  Terence surprised her by hunting down some shampoo and
working it into her short-cut hair -- something that turned out to be almost
decadent -- especially when combined with Bonita's gentle efforts elsewhere.
Maybe there was something to this Terence guy, after all...

        They took another ten minutes and Brenda was relaxed at the end of
it.  Terence never touched her sexually, although he did display an erection
-- which was the perfect combination of interest and respect to make a
favorable impression on her.  When he was done with her hair, he moved on to
her arms, then her sides and her back; Bonita handled her chest and
everything below the waist.  While they were rubbing each other dry with
towels, Brenda aired the question of where they were staying overnight.
"Here, I guess," Terence answered.  "I'll collect some stuff.  There are
plenty of mattresses..."  Grabbing his undershorts from a pile of discards,
he headed upstairs to find someone who could supply blankets.

        Terence found Candace -- and Alyssa -- in Candace's bedroom with his
brother wedged between them.  Candace got up and surfaced a couple of sheets
and a blanket while Terence asked Damian what he was doing.  "I'm staying,"
Damian told his brother.  "Got everything I need right here.  Tell Mama."
Terence nodded, and Damian added.  "You should hang with that pair you got,
too -- we'll take everybody home in the morning."

        "Yeh, good idea."  Terence took charge of the stack of linens and
headed for the stairs.

        "The couch folds out, too!" Candace's yell followed him down.

        “What's this?” Louise asked as her son passed her with an armload of
bed linens.

        “For the girls,” Terence replied, adding after a short pause, “And
me.”

        Louise nodded.  “Damian?”

        “He's in bed with Candace and Alyssa.”

        That got another nod.  “Any hot water?” Louise asked.

        “No promises,” Terence grinned.

        “Guess I'll shower at home,” Louise shrugged.  Kissing Toby
perfunctorily, she got up and started working her way into her scrubs.  It
had been a good one, but the party was over...  Ten minutes later, she was
gone - and Beth, Toby, and Hank followed her soon after, leaving Terence on
the fold-out couch with Bonita backed against his front and Brenda spooned
against his back.

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        There was a lot of doubling up going on.  Aside from Damian and his
women, there was Randy, Jiang Yi and Sonya, and Tabitha, Rico, and the
security guard, George.

        Randy was well taken care of.  Sonya liked to fuck, but she had to
ride on top; he tended to bash her cervix uncomfortably.  As a result, her
mother took the brunt of things - and without serious complaint; the ugly,
boxy woman was just a better fuck, where Randy was concerned.  It was an
object lesson in the fact that appearance isn't the whole show...

        Neither Rico nor George needed any reminders of this - and that made
Tabitha's evening VERY pleasant!  Old George was pretty quick the first
time, and slow to fire up the second -- and even slower to get off -- but
that had been a GOOD thing, actually; she'd ridden on top at her own speed
and enjoyed a LOOONG ride!  And in between, Rico had entertained her twice
with some good, hard fucking...  They'd treated her like a princess, too --
not like everyone else did, just about.  There was a short list of guys that
really appreciated her, and they all seemed to be over twenty-five...  She
was in Rico's bed; Rico was snoring on her left while George softly suckled
her right nipple.  If he kept that up long, he was gonna have to get it up
again...

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        Hank was learning all about appearances, too; he was flat on his
back in Beth's bed with a wet pussy in his face -- the smell was amazing,
but he was drained.  Beth had seen to it when they got home; he'd had his
tongue and three fingers in her puffy cunt while she knelt over him and
swallowed his cock again and again.  Now, she was snoring softly into his
pubes, exhausted; he had no idea how she could sleep on her knees like that,
but she wasn't putting much weight on him and she was soft and warm and
she'd drained both the semen and the agitation from him.  He drifted back
off, comfortable and happy.

        Hank and Beth weren't the only ones 'just coupling' in the aftermath
of the party.  Lon and Sally were, and there were two such couples at the
Flanders home -- Rick and Teela, and Martin and Jean.  Jean was awake, but
there was no way she was going to move; Martin had one bear-like arm draped
over her and he was pressed up behind her, spooning, his forehead against
the back of her shoulder.  Thank God he didn't snore...  Jean was going over
Martin's arguments from their conversations at various points in the evening
-- and they made sense, sort of.  Any male who might express an interest in
a relationship with her had to deal with the consequences of her decision to
keep the child that was the product of her affair with Toby...  (She
grimaced; 'affair' was probably gilding the lily -- the reality, despite
some desperate pretense on her part, was that it was a much-needed animal
bout of pure passion with unfortunate consequences).  In any case, the issue
didn't just extend itself to Martin -- it was an issue for ANYONE --
including Toby, actually.  Holding Martin at arm's length, then, wasn't
fair; as he'd indicated, her pregnancy was a part of the package, and
potential suitors could either deal with it or move on.

        So why did she feel guilty -- like she was forcing responsibility on
Martin for a child not from his loins?  Because she was -- that was why --
but...  Oh, sure, there was a fix -- she could uncomplicate both her life
and theirs by going out and having the pregnancy terminated...  (She
shuddered; 'termination' was too often linked to 'murder' for her comfort --
it really wasn't any better than 'get an abortion,' euphemistically).  It
all seemed to come down to the question, 'How much guilt can I take?'  And
the answer, inevitably, was, 'I can't handle the guilt of snuffing out a
life I helped create.'

        Martin moved; his lips descended on her shoulder.  “What?  Obsessing
again?”

        'Damn!'  “Yes.”

        “What about?”

        Jean sighed.  “I feel guilty about the idea of making you take on a
child that isn't yours.”

        “I guess you'll just have to give me one that is, then,” Martin
rumbled.

        “WHAT?”

        “You heard me.”

        Jean's insides quivered.  “Ummm, you're serious?”

        “It seems fair.”

        “Yeah, I guess it does,” she agreed quietly.

        “Good.  That's settled, then.”  Martin shifted his hand to a point
where he could cup Jean's breast.  “Good night.”

        “Good night.”  Jean backed deeper into Martin's embrace and closed
her eyes.  Yeah, she could do that...

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        Others were alone, sometimes together.  Toby, gifted with the
ability to enhance his own pleasure by sampling that of others, took
pleasure from his mother's joy in serving Hank.  He'd had one fine bout with
Louise; he didn't miss the feminine touch when he masturbated to climax
bathed in the aura of his mother's pleasure.

        Louise went home to Fred -- or at least, to share a bed with Fred.
She was satiated -- and, truth be told, so was Fred, who had fallen asleep
long before her arrival.  His cock was sore from masturbation, and his ass
and throat were sore from penetration by the rubber cock -- and he was
starting to come to grips with the implications inherent in the fact that a
rubber dick just wasn't satisfactory.  At issue wasn't the fact that rubber
dicks weren't real -- that's obvious -- it was the fact that if you're
trying to use a rubber dick to substitute for something, YOU WANT THAT
SOMETHING!  Once you admit that -- and you admit that you have no viable
substitute -- you stop beating around the bush about going out and getting
the real thing...  Fred was working on that.

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