Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 18 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: mg mmf mf oral 1st blackmail ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 18

        Meanwhile, Randy got on the phone to Toby.  "Maddie Reyes is here,
Man.  Tabitha brought her.  They're reading her in, but she looks like she
might buck."

        Toby grunted.  "Okay.  I'll collect Hank.  Can you get them to the
clubhouse?"

        "Yeah, I think so.  Sissy and Tabitha are both working on her."

        "Cool.  Let's get her in, then."  Toby was cleaning up the gym with
Hank, so he let him know what was going on.  Hank went to his father and
told him that he was likely to be delayed getting home and why.

        "This is the last one, right?" Martin sighed.

        "Yes," Toby nodded.  "The last one."

        "All right.  Do it."  Martin didn't like it, but he really couldn't
stop things there...  Toby and Hank rushed through cleanup and piled into
Toby's car for the trip.

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        Meanwhile, Randy had a brainstorm.  "Awright, everybody, we're going
to the clubhouse to use the pool," he announced, entering Alyssa's room.

        "I don't have a suit," Maddie replied.

        "Me neither," Tabitha added.

        "In the first place, you don't need one -- we're going to the
clubhouse, and it's private," Randy replied.  "In the second, Alyssa can
probably help Maddie out, at least, and we can go by your place on the way,
Tabitha."  The look he gave his sister and Tabitha alerted them to the fact
that they weren't supposed to be arguing.

        Tabitha got it.  "Yeah, that's cool.  Have you swum there, Alyssa?"

        "Uh huh.  Randy's right.  I'll get you a suit, Maddie," Alyssa
agreed.

        "Me, too?" Brie erupted.

        "Sure, Cheesecake.  Go get dressed," Randy told her.  Brie dashed
out.

        "Can we talk about this?" Maddie asked.  "I'm...  injured."

        "Yeah?  Well, we all know about it."  Randy turned to Alyssa.
"Sissy will find something -- won't you, Sissy?"  His look said, 'Handle
it.'  "I'll see you guys in a few minutes."  He turned and walked out.

        "Yeah, it'll be okay.  I've got a one-piece..."

        Maddie apparently didn't argue that much; they were all downstairs
carrying bathing things -- with the exception of Tabitha -- inside ten
minutes.  Randy loaded them into the van -- Tabitha up front riding shotgun
-- and headed for Tabitha's.

        ... Or started there, anyway.  Once they got going, Tabitha told
Randy, "Just go to the clubhouse -- I don't have a decent suit, and it
doesn't matter, anyway.  If I'm running around nekkid, Maddie will probably
loosen up..."

        Randy shrugged -- it was okay with him; swimming was low priority,
anyway -- and probably everyone but Maddie knew it.  He drove to the
Carpenter's and let everyone out.  "Okay, go downstairs and get ready --
I'll be down in a minute."  Then he circled around and rapped on Candace's
slider.

        "Hi, Randy -- what's up?" Candace asked, as she let him in.

        "The last of the girls is with us downstairs," Randy related.  "I
got her here by telling her we were going swimming.  Is it okay to use the
pool?"

        Candace sighed.  "Sure.  Should I stay out of sight?"

        "That's up to you -- she's gonna get broken in, so it probably won't
matter by the end of things," Randy replied.

        "Who's coming?"

        "Hank and Toby."

        "Okay.  Who else is here?"

        "Sissy, Brie, and Tabitha."

        "That's fine..."  Candace nodded.  "I'll lay out some things -- you
can send one of the other girls for them.  Keep everyone outside or
downstairs, if possible, until you're sure you have things under control."

        "Cool," Randy nodded.  "Do you have any of those morning-after pills
left?  We're gonna need one."

        "Yes.  Give me a minute."  Candace went off somewhere and returned
in a few moments.  "Here is some foam, too -- might as well double up.  I'll
call Louise and let her know we'll be needing an exam."

        "Cool."  Randy headed out to the side yard to await the others --
who weren't long in coming.  Toby and Hank piled out of Toby's car about two
minutes later.

        "So where are they?" Hank asked.

        "Downstairs," Randy replied.  "Getting into swimsuits -- or at least
that's what is supposed to be goin' on."

        "How far have you gone?" Toby asked.

        "She's got the short version, but I didn't feel like fucking up
another break-in, so I called you guys," Randy replied.

        "Okay."  Toby used his sixth sense; Maddie was there and she was
nervous -- and she didn't REALLY think they were there to swim.  But there
was this side issue...  "Is she okay?" Toby asked Randy.

        "Yeah.  Her old man knocked her around some, the girls say -- she
doesn't want to go showing off the marks."

        Toby nodded.  "Are they coming up, or are we going down?"

        "We're going down.  Candace says don't run through the house until
she's under control," Randy replied.

        "Let's do it, then..."  Hank led them downstairs.

        Maddie was there, presumably in a bathing suit -- but thoroughly
covered by a beach towel.  Still, there were bruises showing on her thighs.
She looked up in alarm -- an expression which quickly changed to
resignation.  She looked away to Alyssa, "So it's true."

        "Yes.  You didn't really think we were joking, did you?" Alyssa
replied.  "I'm sorry, Maddie, but Randy wasn't lying.  You're caught with
the rest of us."

        "You've seen the evidence?" Maddie asked.

        "Yes."

        Toby, who had stopped off to collect the CD of damning material,
didn't say anything -- he just went to the entertainment center and mounted
the disk, then fast-forwarded through several scenes until he found Maddie.
Maddie gravitated to a point where she could watch while leaning against the
back of the couch and watched a few moment's worth of the footage.  Brie
made the first comment, wrinkling her nose and saying, "Ew!"

        Maddie watched until her eyes blurred with tears, then waved a hand.
"Enough!"

        Toby shut it off.  Randy made to say something, but Toby waved him
off.  Maddie looked at Toby, "So what happens now?"

        "Historically?  We've reinforced things.  You're a virgin, right?"
Toby told her.  Maddie nodded.  "You won't be when you leave here."
Maddie's eyes got huge.  "We can do this easy, or we can do it hard," Toby
added.  "Easy is probably best.  Bottom line is that you do as you're told
-- WHATEVER you're told.  While you're technically a virgin, you HAVE had
sex, so it's not like you don't have any idea what's going on..."  Toby was
carefully tuning his presentation to Maddie's reactions; he'd put in the
shocks and now it was time to project, 'you can get through this...'  "Think
of it as an educational experience; it's only rape if you make it that way."

        "It's rape anyway, isn't it?" Maddie asked.

        Toby pursed his lips.  "That's for you to decide.  If you say it is,
then it is.  Tabitha, did we rape you?"

        "Nah.  Fuck no!  You can't rape the willing!"

        "We could call it non-consensual sex," Toby went on, "but the fact
is that you're going to consent -- under duress, to keep your Papa from
seeing that video -- but you'll consent.  After that comes the question of
whether you'll enjoy it.  You can try, and we can make it as pleasant as we
can -- or you can kick and scream and make a fool of yourself and it'll be
an awful experience.  That'd be REAL stupid, because this will NOT be the
last time, and if you traumatize yourself, you're likely to be miserable
again and again."

        "Jeez, Toby!" Randy burst out.  "She's gonna fuck -- and she's gonna
do it when we tell her to!  Why coddle her?"

        Hank grabbed Randy's upper arm to get his attention and shut him
down.  "When has Toby done this kind of thing the wrong way?" he asked
Randy.

        "Huh!  Never.  Okay."  Randy throttled it back.

        Toby didn't say anything; instead, he triggered Alyssa.  "You don't
want to be punished," Alyssa burst out.  "It's a LOT better if you don't get
all wrapped up in the whole being compelled thing.  Toby's right -- if you
fight, all you'll do is make it a LOT less pleasant!  And believe me, any
one of these guys is a LOT better than Dirk!"

        Toby was deliberately working outside Maddie -- only detecting her
mood, not trying to alter it by any means other than by what was being said.
He waited in silence while Maddie succumbed to fatalism.  There was silence
in the room for almost fifteen seconds before Maddie sighed and said, "Tell
me what you want."

        "Drop the towel," Randy directed.

        "I'd rather not," Maddie said tentatively.

        Randy growled, but Toby raised a hand.  "We're not off to a very
good start," he noted, frowning melodramatically; he knew the reason for the
reluctance, but played to it.

        "I'll take off the suit," Maddie offered hopefully.

        "Her old man beats her ass!" Tabitha erupted, blithely unaware that
her outburst had been triggered by Toby, "You should see the shiner under
her eye makeup!"

        Toby cocked his head.  "Is that so?  We need to see.  We own you now
-- we can't have people just beating on you like that..."

        The whole concept took Maddie off-guard, paralyzing her.  Were they
talking about protecting her from Papa?  "Papa... punished me..." she got
out in justification -- but she allowed Toby to move forward and take the
towel without resistance.

        "What for?" Toby asked, stepping back with the towel.  Maddie was
bruised in multiple places -- along her upper arms and her thighs, notably.
Toby motioned for her to turn around and show them the back side.  "Did you
kill somebody?  Rob a bank?"  The back side showed purple stripes along the
exposed area of her buttocks and upper thighs; the marks looked like a belt.

        "I... got in the way..." Maddie muttered.

        "Uh... huh..." Toby muttered.  "Take off the suit, please."  Maddie
hesitated.  "You said you would," Toby prompted.  Behind him, Randy snapped
his fingers and made a preemptory wave -- and Tabitha, Alyssa, and even
Brie, started getting out of their remaining clothing.  Seeing the others
doffing their clothing, Maddie slid the shoulder straps of her borrowed one-
piece over her shoulders and bent to step out of her suit.

        The action displayed her scarred, welted buttocks clearly; the next
sound in the room was Hank erupting, "Jesus Christ!"  He hurtled forward to
stand behind her, putting a palm on the small of her back.  "Somebody ought
to kill that sonofabitch!" he snarled, gazing down at Maddie's multi-colored
welts.  "What did you do, exactly?"

        "I... nothing, really," Maddie stammered.  "Pietro got into some
trouble and Papa was punishing him and got carried away, and Mama tried to
stop him, and..."  The rage in Hank's voice evoked instant obedience.

        "What did YOU do -- exactly?" Hank prompted in a tight voice.

        "Nothing.  I was... there..."  Tears of shame poured.

        "Man..."  The voice beside her was still tight with rage, but the
hand on her ass barely skimmed the welted surface.  "He does this a lot?"

        "Well...  When I'm bad..."

        "You weren't bad THIS time, right?  How often do you get one of
these?  How often is it for something YOU have done?"

        Things had gone beyond rational response as far as Maddie was
concerned; she wailed loudly.  Toby and Randy shared a glance and agreed
without speaking that Hank had this one.  A hand took one of Maddie's and
led her to the couch -- and a suddenly gentle voice asked, "Does it hurt to
sit?"  Maddie made garbled noises, but nodded affirmation -- and found
herself draped across a lap.  She threw a hand back to cover her damaged
ass, but Hank merely rubbed her back while she cried herself out.

        Exactly why Maddie didn't have six boyfriends was unclear to Hank --
she was HOT!  Olive skin, wavy black hair, sweet features, little dimples
above her hipbones...  He hadn't really SEEN her breasts, but things had
looked pretty good in that suit -- except the marks.  Maddie had scars on
her ass -- old scars.  They made Hank want to kick someone's ass -- and he
had a target!  He looked up at Toby and Randy, glaring, "This is fucking
UNACCEPTABLE!"

        "Man, you don't know everything," Randy muttered.  "Sometimes...
Heck, sometimes we have to whip a little ass to get someone to stay in
line!"

        "Like this?"  Hank shifted his gaze to Alyssa.  "Did Damian do this
to you?"

        "Well..." Alyssa shrugged.  "I THOUGHT he did at the time, but, no,
not THAT bad..."

        "Did you deserve it?" Hank pressed.

        Alyssa looked uncomfortable.  "Yeah."

        "I haven't heard where Maddie deserved this AT ALL..."

        "Her mama looks like a punching bag," Tabitha offered.  "And her
brother had to go to the ER!"

        "Maddie," Hank said gently, turning her on her side to face him,
"Are you SURE you didn't do anything?"

        "Papa gets very angry..." Maddie sniffed.

        "No shit," Randy observed.  He'd come over to examine the damage
close up.  "Regularly, from the looks of your ass!"

        Maddie looked at Randy over her shoulder fearfully.  "Yes."

        "So he just goes apeshit on whoever is in reach?" Randy asked.

        "Well...  Yes," Maddie nodded.

        "That's fucked up.  That's SERIOUSLY fucked up," Randy declaimed.

        "It's TOTAL BULLSHIT!" Hank roared.  Maddie flinched and regarded
him with wide eyes.  "Shhhh," he told her, rubbing her back again.  Her
position exposed her right breast to his gaze; it was a beautiful fat cone
with a brown cap.

        "We can't have her father manhandling group property like that,"
Toby opined.  Maddie's wide eyes shifted to where he stood eyeing her from
behind the couch.

        "That's for DAMNED sure!" Hank snarled.

        "Well, okay," Brie muttered, "How are you gonna stop it?"

        "I'll find a way!" Hank grated.

        "You're a good guy, Hank," Brie leaned over the back of the couch
and patted Hank's shoulder.

        "We need to get back to today's business," Randy grunted.  "She's
still meat..."

        "Randy!"  Both of Randy's sisters lit into him.

        "You are too!" Randy argued, "or at least, Alyssa is!  Fuck around
and see if Damian lets you forget it!"

        "Okay, okay!" Alyssa put her hands up.  "I get the point!"

        "Somebody show her what she's supposed to be doing," Toby directed.
"Hank, since you're volunteering to be her protector, she might as well do
you..."

        "Can I?" Brie blurted, dashing over to Toby.

        "Only what you're allowed," Toby warned.

        "Awww..."  But Brie knelt and started working at Toby's jeans.

        "Isn't she...?" Maddie gasped, surprised.

        Randy grunted.  "She's too young to fuck -- we don't allow it.  But
trying to stop her from sucking dick isn't something we've been able to keep
her from doing."

        "Really?" Maddie struggled up to get a better look -- and
coincidentally stuck a breast in Hank's face.  Hank let it ride while he
absorbed the view.

        Randy made a face, then grunted, "Tabitha..."

        "Coming!" Tabitha grinned from ear to ear as she waddled forward.
"You don't have to ask ME twice!"  She dropped to her knees in front of
Randy and pulled the drawstring on his sweatpants.

        Maddie had to rotate to see this, since Randy was in front of the
couch and Toby was behind it.  She ended up on her hands and knees over
Hank's lap, her head swinging from location to location.  In a few moments,
both black girls were gobbling cock; Maddie found herself amazed.  But then
Hank interposed his face between her and the view behind the couch and there
was no mistaking his look...

        Maddie got it.  "I -- I've never..."

        "Today's the day, Babe," Hank said gently.  "Alyssa, you can coach."
Alyssa nodded and circled the couch.  Maddie came up on her knees, and Hank
stood, then pointed at the floor.  "Everyone else is down there..."

        Maddie nodded and knelt on the floor; Alyssa slid into position
beside her and motioned for her to undo Hank's pants.  Maddie worked the
snap and zipper with shaking hands.  "I thought the whole thing was awful,"
Alyssa prattled, "but Brie loves the stuff -- and I discovered that making
guys cum can be fun..."

        Maddie was more than a little confused.  She was naked on her knees
before a boy -- and everybody present seemed to think that was okay!  And
Hank had been strong, harsh -- but at her father, not at her.  To her, he'd
been nothing but gentle...  His pants came down more or less automatically,
leaving tented underwear.  All of the guys seemed to be huge!  She
remembered seeing the big dildos that Tabitha's mother kept in her drawer
and giggling about the size -- but Toby was bigger than at least one of them
and Randy was pretty big, too, and Hank...

        Close up, Hank's cock looked like it was carved from wood!  Big,
hard, kind of rough-looking -- except the fat, purple head, which looked
smooth and tight and soft!  It was dribbling a drop of a clear fluid...

        "Lick it," Alyssa directed.  "That's not pee, it's his lube.  Pre-
cum, they call it.  Go on..."

        Maddie looked behind her; Tabitha was moving her mouth back and
forth on Randy's shaft as if it was the simplest thing in the world...
Maddie couldn't see Brie, but she could see Toby's face -- and it spoke
volumes!  She leaned up and extended her tongue...

        The flavor was unexpected, but not that much different than vaginal
secretions -- and she was familiar with them.  If anything, it wasn't as
pungent, actually.

        Alyssa, taking her duties seriously, related, "Guys don't have a
clit -- the closest thing is a spot at the base of the head at the bottom,
but it isn't something you can just concentrate on, because guys are wired
to run their cocks in and out.  You need to use your lips and tongue and get
it in as deep as you can, then back way off and go at it again and again..."

        Maddie could understand that -- guys wanted to pump, assert their
masculinity, take control.  She'd seen it before; Papa and Mama weren't
always careful -- in fact, Papa tended to hold Mama's head and pump his
hips.  The mechanics weren't any surprise -- the question was how well she
was doing.  She turned liquid brown eyes up to look at Hank...

        ... Who was looking back, his green eyes wide.  Hank had had some of
the best that the group had to offer -- but Maddie was... well, BEAUTIFUL --
that's what Maddie was!  She was just totally hot, a dream actress in a porn
fantasy.  Hank was captivated!

        Maddie didn't recognize this, however; she didn't think of herself
as anything special, and fear and shyness led her to avoid boys.  Why Hank
would get all excited about her was beyond understanding -- so she decided
that he was waiting for something.  Obviously, she was fucking up, so...
She reached out and took Hank's hands and put them on her head so he could
guide her.

        Hank, even more amazed, gently moved her head on his shaft -- and
she followed him willingly.  It just kept getting better...

        "Uh oh," Alyssa declared, "NOW you've done it!  Guys find the back
of your throat by trying to poke right through -- and you just told him he
could drive!  Better duck a little -- and you'll STILL puke, probably..."

        Maddie knew this, too, when she thought about it -- but Mama did it
anyway, and Papa seldom made HER vomit...  She ducked her head a bit
obediently and adjusted her expectations -- but it didn't happen -- at
least, not right away.

        The last thing Hank wanted at this point was to watch Maddie choke!
As an idea, that just didn't fly -- watching those big brown eyes water and
those hot lips twist and drool didn't go with the fantasy.  Maddie caught
enough crap -- she didn't need it from HIM!  Looking closely, he could see
the leftover discoloration of her eye under the carefully applied makeup --
and it angered him anew, although he was careful not to show it and scare
her.  That Maddie was timid -- and displaying a lot of hope and trust -- was
very clear to him; he would not betray it.  He took it easy; the control he
had and the effort she was making provided plenty of pleasure without
pushing her hard.

        Not everybody was satisfied with progress.  "Hey, Hank," Randy
grunted.  "You gonna get on with it?"

        Hank looked up, irritated.  "She's cooperating..."

        "Yeah, no shit -- why wouldn't she?  You ain't pushing any..."

        Hank, clearly pissed, backed Maddie off his cock and held her there
when she made to return.  "Wait here," he admonished, holding up a finger,
then strode over to Randy.  Toby, figuring he'd better be there to mediate,
stopped Brie and headed over to join them.  Brie, pouting, followed; she was
GOING to get Toby's cream -- period!

        "Dammit, Randy!" Hank ranted.

        "Man, anybody can see you're all hot for her -- but she's GROUP
meat, and you taking her on a date don't tell her that!" Randy held his
ground.

        "So what do you want?"

        Randy shrugged.  "What you're getting will do, if she shows the
attitude.  I don't want her cherry.  But she's not any better than Tabitha
or Alyssa or Trish or Sonya -- and she needs to know it!"

        Toby spoke up at this point, "Randy, she doesn't need to have
someone put the fear of God into her -- her daddy has her scared to death of
men already.  It's going to take very little pressure to get her to do
anything we want -- and Hank is earning her trust, which is probably a
better thing."

        "Yeah, well, there are the other girls to consider, Man -- can't put
Maddie on a pedestal..."

        "We get it," Tabitha told him.  "We all know Maddie is scared of
guys.  Do what you gotta, but Toby is probably right."

        Randy frowned.  "Awright.  Why don't you put her on the pool table
and do up her cherry -- any way you want.  Hang her head over and I'll fuck
her throat for a little bit -- gently -- and finish up in Tabitha.  Toby,
you ought to poke her somewhere for a couple of strokes, too..."

        "I get his cum!" Brie insisted.

        "You can have it first, Cheesecake," Toby assured her, "Maddie can
have sloppy seconds."

        "Okay."  Brie backed off, mollified.

        "Fine," Hank grated.  "Take it easy.  It's one thing to show her how
things are -- and another to get all sadistic about it!"

        "I get it," Randy assured him, "Believe me.  There's been too much
rough stuff; I've kinda let my temper go a couple of times, and it hasn't
turned out all that good.  You're callin' the shots -- I figure you're gonna
keep her, anyway, if you can, right?"

        Hank looked embarrassed.  "Yeah."

        "Cool."

        Hank returned to Maddie and held out a hand for her to use to rise
from her kneeling position.  When she did so, he took her other hand and
looked into her eyes.  "You need to, um, understand your station, I guess it
is -- so we're going to push you some and show you what to expect.  You need
to trust me and continue to do as you're told.  If you do, you will NOT be
harmed..." Hank took a moment to shift a warning glare at Randy, "I promise.
If you act up, though, things will get unpleasant quickly.  Do you
understand?"

        "Yes."  Maddie nodded.  She felt fear, but Hank's sincerity overrode
most of it.

        Hank led her to the pool table, which Randy had padded with a
mattress in the interim.  "Climb up and lie down on your back," he directed,
"and hang your head over the edge."  He took the opportunity while she did
so to get out of the rest of his clothes, then followed her, settling
between her legs on his knees.

        Maddie cranked her head up to look at him.  "What will you do?"

        "Randy is going to use your mouth; try to please him.  I am going to
take your virginity.  I will try to make it pleasant, but there are no
guarantees.  If you fight, of course, it WILL be unpleasant -- trust me, and
it should be okay," Hank told her.

        Maddie had no options -- and she knew it.  The boys could make life
Hell for her in the next few minutes -- but Hank was trying to avoid it.
She was overwhelmed, anyway -- there was no resistance in her.  "Okay," she
said quietly, and lowered her head.

        Randy was there.  "Tabitha," he directed, "Drape yourself over the
table -- I'm gonna move back and forth.

        "Okay."  Tabitha did as she was told, assuming a position on
Maddie's left.  She reached out to rub Maddie's belly, causing the other
girl to flinch.  "Relax, Honey.  This is a LOT of fun if you let it be!"

        "Okay..."  Maddie could see Brie settling in and jacking Toby before
putting his enormous cock between her lips, upside-down; on her left,
Tabitha's heavy shanks obscured her view.  Directly ahead was Randy's cock
and balls and heavy thighs.

        "Okay, here we go," Randy announced, pressing the plush head of his
cock against Maddie's lips, which opened obediently.  "We -- uhh -- gotta
bring it home to you that you are fuck-meat for any guy in the group,
understand?  That's what's up, here.  Any dude in the group wants to stick
his dick in you, you open up whatever hole he's knocking on and make him
happy..."

        Randy wasn't pressing hard and Maddie didn't fight.  She understood.
She was a whore.  She did unspeakable acts with dogs and other girls, and
now she was paying the price; the only thing she could do about it was be
the best whore she could be...  She applied herself to the chocolate-colored
shaft sliding between her lips.

        In the meantime, Hank bent over between her upraised knees and
lowered his face to her mound.

        The effect was immediate; Maddie jerked in surprise and sucked in a
huge breath around Randy's cock -- but pleasure exploded immediately from
her clitoris, causing her to expel the breath in a gurgling moan rather than
a scream.  After a few seconds of Hank's talented tonguing, she lowered one
hand to toy with his hair and raised the other to Randy's hip.  Randy, who
wanted her to be clear that she had no control over events, took the hand
away, so Maddie just clutched his hand with hers.

        For the next couple of minutes, things ebbed and flowed, ebbed and
flowed for Maddie.  Hank drove her nearly delirious, but Randy demanded that
she do a good job, so she fought to retain focus and sanity -- and it wasn't
easy!  Randy tended to poke her in the throat when she slacked off, though,
and that would bring her back into focus -- a bit unpleasantly, but nowhere
near what she expected.

        Part of the reason was Toby, who anticipated that Randy would be
demanding and was delivering the subliminal deep-throat training he'd
perfected over several iterations.  Toby helped Maddie override her gag
reflex and gave her confidence she could handle what was going on, which
kept the tension down.  The distraction that effort provided Toby merely
prolonged things for Brie -- who enjoyed what she was doing anyway.

        Randy shifted the pulse of things when he withdrew from Maddie and
moved over to Tabitha, who had been waiting patiently and masturbating.
Randy put Maddie's hand in Tabitha's and nosed his cock into her wet, pink
split, then slid home in Tabitha in one stroke, aided by spit and Tabitha's
juices.  "Uuuuhh!" Tabitha grunted, "Shit, that's good!  Fuck!"

        As a result, Maddie had a close-up view of Randy pistoning into
Tabitha -- and the sounds, smells and the feel of Tabitha's rhythmically
clutching hand in hers as the chunky black girl made it clear that she was
enjoying Randy's efforts.

        Added to all this was Maddie's primary stimulus -- Hank's lips and
tongue expertly working in her box -- and it was no surprise when she arched
and screamed out her first cum, "OMIGAAAAWD!"  Pressing Hank's head to her
mound, she gasped and shuddered and whined and rocked as wave after wave
rolled over her.

        Tabitha wasn't far behind; Maddie was still coming down when Tabitha
wailed, "YES! YESSSS!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME HAAAARD!!!" and her ass went nuts
next to Maddie's head.

        Randy waited until Tabitha was past her peak, then withdrew and
presented a cock dripping with Tabitha's juices to Maddie, "Open up, Maddie.
Time to get a taste..."

        Maddie fully understood the purpose of this tactic -- Randy was
letting her know that she was a whore and she was expected to stoop to
whatever depths he demanded.  She got it -- and it didn't matter.  She'd
been conditioned since early childhood to respond submissively to male
dominance; she would do as she was told.  Obediently, she opened her mouth
and took in Randy's gooey cock.  Actually, the taste of the coating was
familiar; she'd tasted Tabitha's juices more than once; ultimately, it just
wasn't a problem...

        Randy gave Maddie a few strokes -- until he'd determined to his
satisfaction that she wasn't going to buck -- and went back to Tabitha.
Hank, who'd been watching, took that as his cue and crawled forward atop
Maddie until he was in position, then slid his cock along her puffy, gaping
slit.  Maddie, knowing what was coming, but in no condition to fight it,
raised her head and locked eyes with Hank as he slid forward, boring into
her depths.

        Maddie's maidenhead provided her with nothing more than a minor
twinge -- nothing beside the amazing sensations Hank's plush glans and rock-
hard shaft provided as they opened her channel.  Hank watched her eyes pop,
but she said nothing and he was unable to tell where she was, mentally.  On
his end, though, things were absolutely incredible; it was going to take all
of his willpower to keep from blasting cum into her depths immediately!

        Hank stopped -- not so much to give Maddie time to adjust as to get
a grip on himself -- but Maddie took advantage of it, anyway.  The first
noise out of her after the penetration was a low, gasping moan.  "Are you
okay?" Hank gasped through his efforts at self-control.

        "Uh huh!" Maddie nodded, wide-eyed.  If the rest of this was
anything like the start, Tabitha was right -- it beat Dirk all to Hell!

        Hank started moving -- and delivered on his promise of pleasure
immediately!  "Omigod!" Maddie husked.  "So good!  Take me!"  Pleasure
flowed from every rippling fold of her cunt as Hank's cock pressed back and
forth along her portal, pressing and rubbing and opening her up.  His wiry
pubes rasped against her clit, pressed between their pubic mounds just as he
seemed to reach the limit of her depths, adding a flash like a supernova
against the rumbling background of her galactic center.  Every stroke lifted
her higher -- and there was only so far to go!  The lights got brighter and
brighter -- and sanity fled; Maddie lurched up, clutched Hank with both arms
and both legs, screamed and surged against him, grinding herself onto his
impaling instrument of pleasure!

        Hank was taken totally by surprise -- there hadn't been that many
strokes before she just climbed all over him and went nuts!  Maddie was
doing all the work, her face a primal mask that could have been reflecting
anything -- but the fact that she was experiencing pleasure was clear from
the quaking pulsations along his embedded shaft!  She hung from him, jamming
herself onto him by clamping her thighs, for fifteen eternal seconds before
she let go with her arms -- but not with her legs!  Flushed, panting, she
opened her eyes, staring at him in wonder.  "Omigod!" she panted, "That was
incredible!  Please..."  She completed her request nonverbally, by driving
herself onto his cock using her legs.  Hank got it; he pressed her shoulders
to the mat and started driving into her.  Maddie, her whole face aglow,
chanted, "Yes!  Yes!" and threw herself up to meet him.

        The lid came off, totally; they went at it like a pair of Energizer
Bunnies grounding out in each other.  Toby, looking on, was amazed; at times
it seemed like their hips were a blur!  Maddie's chanted "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!
Yes!  Yes!" quickened to "YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!" followed by another scream
as she lit off a second time -- then the pattern repeated itself.  Hank did
nothing but pant; clearly, he had no spare resources for anything else!  But
ten seconds after Maddie let got the third time, he managed an inchoate
roar, went vertical, and hammered Maddie's crotch once, twice, three times
before slamming back down flat atop her.  Nobody seemed injured; Maddie
maintained a four-limbed grip on her new lover while their lips melded in a
kiss.

        Somewhere in there, Toby erupted into Brie's waiting mouth.

        Tabitha had maintained a joyful babble in the background the whole
time while Maddie and Hank took center stage due to their intensity; when it
got quiet, her litany of happiness took over the otherwise silent room as
Randy punched out her third orgasm and took advantage of the tightness of
her clutching tunnel to release his load in her.  When her last happy squeal
died away, there was silence in the room except for soft panting -- and a
distracted moan from the couch...