Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 2 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 1st oral blackmail ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 2

        Terence and Damian knew all about the plan for the day, but they
were external to it, since they were on the team -- or trying to get on it,
in Damian's case -- and already group members.  When Hank directed Bobby to
go see Toby, they were in the showers.

        For Terence, it had been a good day -- his position was solid and he
had no worries about making the squad again, and he got to renew some
acquaintances and enjoy a few things.

        The showers were big on Terence's list -- he enjoyed soaking up the
hot water after a good workout, the camaraderie, and the sights...

        Clint Reed was one of those sights.  He was a star -- a wide
receiver with magic hands.  The team hadn't surfaced a quarterback who could
hit him with any consistency, but when they did he was incredibly hard to
stop.  But Clint didn't just have magic hands, he had a shock of dark, curly
hair, a wicked smile, and a cock that looked like a sausage when it hung
limp along his heavy balls...

        Having access to hot and cold running women hadn't cured Terence's
interest in the occasional hot guy; he hadn't been certain of it until
today, but Clint had made it clear.  Clint was hot -- and Terence was
interested.

        Most of the team had moved on; Terence was washing his cock and
balls, giving them a chance to extend themselves a bit while he eyed Clint's
package sidelong.  Clint was washing it and it was stiffening -- and Terence
suddenly realized that Clint was looking back and grinning!

        Coming out wasn't in the cards -- not in the locker room showers! --
Terence covered himself with, "Looks like you could use some pussy."

        "Pussy is trouble," Clint replied.  "But I'd settle for a blow job."

        'Jeezus!  Was I transparent or something?' Terence worried.  "Guess
you're right," he muttered.  He CERTAINLY wasn't getting down on his knees
in there!

        "I know I am," Clint insisted.  "Sex isn't complicated for guys --
you do it, get your nut, say, 'Damn, that was nice!' and move on.  But with
chicks, sex is about love and relationships and commitment and kids and
paying their credit card bills -- total bullshit.  If I can settle for
blowjobs, I can avoid the baby trap -- and everything that goes with it."

        This manifesto brought laughs and catcalls -- and general agreement
-- from the small audience remaining in the shower room.  Terence waited
until things quieted down, partially because the owners of several of the
loud voices involved had left the room, before asking, "So, do you think
that sex would be better if it was, like, anonymous?"

        "What?" Clint flashed him a look.

        "Would it be better if you didn't see the other person, do you
think?"

        "It would certainly be less complicated."  Terence had Clint's full
attention as he wrapped his towel around his waist and headed for the
lockers.  "What gave you that idea?"

        "It's nothing new," Terence muttered, nervous.  "Orgies, that kind
of thing.  Public sex.  There are ways to do it..."  And then his cell phone
rang in his locker.  Thirty seconds later, he was waving his brother over.
"We got an initiation at the last minute.  They want to know if we can make
it."

        "Shit, I guess," Damian replied.  "Where?"

        "The playroom.  In an hour or so."

        "Better call Mama -- tell her we'll be late for dinner."

        "Right."  Terence was all business, and Clint Reed was forgotten for
the next couple of minutes -- but as they headed out, a hand closed over his
bicep.

        "I think I'd like to finish that conversation," Clint murmured.

        Terence eyed him for a moment.  "Cool.  Tomorrow?  After practice?"

        "I'll be there."

        Outside, Damian asked, "What the fuck?"

        "Not sure," Terence replied.  "I said something, then he said
something..."

        "While you were looking at his dick?" Damian asked quietly, glancing
around.

        "Dammit!"

        "I'm not crapping on you, Bro, but if you're looking for it, you can
be obvious.  Maybe he's looking for it," Damian muttered.

        "Maybe I am too!" Terence rasped.

        "Well, that's all cool, Bro, but you know that you've both got to
keep it under cover, so be careful.  And you don't want him pulling you out
of the closet and hanging you out to dry, either.  Just be careful."

        "Like I didn't know that..." Terence grumbled.

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        Toby spent several more minutes with Bobby, impressing upon him the
need for secrecy -- largely, presenting the idea, "We're boosters -- but
we're NOT the Booster Club -- and they don't know what we're doing, so don't
go talking to them about us!"  Bobby got it; he swore that he was clear
about what was expected as Toby closed him in the back of the van.  Randy
and Alyssa would take him back without Toby, since Toby's presence when
Alyssa picked up Brenda and Bonita would be difficult to explain.  Besides,
Toby needed to run out and concoct a video...

        Returning to Trish, he told her, "Make yourself at home; some things
have happened and it will be a while before we can take you home."  Then he
shot upstairs to tell Candace that there would be activity in the playroom.
Lon and Sally were there; he briefed them, too, quickly, ending with, "I
don't know what we're going to have on our hands -- if I need one or both of
you, will you be here?"  Lon assured him that they would -- and further
assured him that they would 'entertain Trish'.  Toby nodded and got out of
there.

        Trish hadn't really started to fidget when Sally and Lon appeared.
Trish didn't know whether to be happy, or freaked -- Sally wasn't a threat,
but Lon certainly was.  Lon, however, merely hovered in the background and
let Sally handle things, "Hey, how's it going?"

        "Umm, fine."  Trish flicked a nervous glance at Lon.

        Sally passed it off, saying, "I hear that you did really well this
afternoon.  Everybody is pleased; you got a little project of the group's
off to a great start."  Lon in the background, nodded.  "You want a Coke or
something?" Sally added.

        "That would be nice..."

        "I'll go get it."  Sally dashed off, leaving Trish with Lon.

        Lon took in her discomfort and waved a hand.  "Relax.  Sally is
right.  Everything is cool."  He waited until Sally returned with some sodas
and a bag of chips, and told her, "I'll be upstairs -- I make her nervous.
Talk girl talk for a while, okay?"

        Trish had placed the big girl with the streaked brown hair, but they
hadn't run in the same circles.  "He scares me to death," Trish mumbled.

        "Me, too, sometimes," Sally admitted, "but generally, he's fairly
sweet.  Well, maybe not.  He is what he is -- and I love him."

        "Oh?" Trish asked, surprised.  "He's your boyfriend?"

        Sally smiled ruefully.  "More or less.  In some ways more and in
some ways less."

        "I don't understand."

        "It's more like slavery -- but I'm good with that."

        Trish thought about it.  "Maybe that's what I've been angling for.
Alyssa seems to have one boy..."

        "They all do what they please, mostly, but yes, there is one in
particular.  I'm a little different, in that I volunteered, but you could do
worse than to try to hook up with one of the guys..."  This led to a long
discussion about boys in general and their little group in particular, until
Lon appeared and told them that they should come upstairs.

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        Randy and Alyssa let Bobby out where they had picked him up, then
went on to the school to pick up Bonita and Brenda.  Alyssa got in the back
with them, grateful that the heat was abating.  She'd spent the past hour or
so trying to figure out what she was going to say to them when the time
came, and she thought that maybe she had a plan; eventually, for this pair,
she was going to assume direct responsibility for what was going to
happen...  Alyssa tried to keep up with Bonita's chatter; Brenda was quiet,
the theory being perhaps that Bonita talked enough for both of them.

        When they arrived, though, it was Brenda who asked, "Where are we?"

        "Things have changed recently," Alyssa replied.  "I figured it was
time for us to move on to the next level.  Come on."  She led them
downstairs; unnoticed, Randy followed.

        "What do you mean?" Bonita asked.

        Alyssa led them to the couch and settled on it, sighing.  "Dirk is a
lot of trouble.  You have to put up with his moods and he has no attention
span, so you always have to drag him back...  And did you know that stuff is
illegal?  I didn't really.  Bestiality is HIGHLY illegal -- it makes being a
lezzie a minor embarrassment by comparison.  You can go to Juvie for it.
Can you imagine what your folks would say?" Alyssa asked Bonita.

        "Papa would beat me," Bonita replied, "or disown me.  Or both!"

        "Alyssa!  What are you not telling us?" Brenda asked.

        "That your secret is out," said a voice from the back of the room.
The curtain covering the wall flicked aside, and a guy came into the room,
holding a DVD.  A white guy, with eyeglasses -- Brenda was pretty sure she'd
seen him before.  Behind him came Alyssa's brother Randy, who more or less
took over while the other guy fed the DVD player.  "You two have a problem
-- you see, we have this..."

        The TV came on, and the girls turned in unison to see what he was
talking about.  It became evident very quickly that they had a video of both
of them riding Dirk's tongue, along with considerable footage of them
satisfying each other -- and Alyssa.

        "How did you get that?" Brenda erupted.

        "Does it matter?" Randy replied, "You're screwed, anyway.  We own
you.  You are gonna do what we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it --
or this video will show up at the police station or the district attorney's
office or somewhere else where it will get you both into trouble."

        "You tricked us!" Bonita burst out, turning on Alyssa.

        "No, she didn't," Toby interjected.  "She's implicated, just as you
are."

        "What are you going to want from us?" Brenda asked.

        "Sex, mostly.  You're gonna learn to fuck and suck guys on demand.
If you want to be lezzies on your own time, that's okay -- but if we want
pussy, you're gonna give it up.  What do you think of that?"

        "I think you're full of shit!" Brenda flared.  "Where are all these
guys gonna come from who are hot for our bods?  Nobody wants us!  The only
person who ever gave a shit about me is standing right there!"

        Randy opened his mouth, but Toby intervened.  "Whoa!  Let's back up
and re-group!"  He dragged Randy off behind the curtain.

        "What the fuck?" Randy flared.  Damian, who had arrived moments
before, said, "Let's turn the silly bitch every which way but loose!"

        "Wait!" Toby quelled them.  "The problem here is the approach, guys.
You don't get it -- Brenda and Bonita aren't lesbians -- they're bisexual,
at worst.  But their problem is that they've got no one but each other --
and no chance at fixing things.  It's about love and relationships, not sex
-- they honestly believe that no guy would ever have sex with them -- that
no guy would ever consider them worthy of a shot at a relationship.  And if
you treat them as a life support system for a pussy, you just confirm things
for them!"

        "So..." Damian scratched his head.

        "Follow my lead.  This is going to be different from some of the
earlier rounds -- we need to validate their worth, not treat them like
dirt," Toby insisted.

        "Okay..." Damian shrugged.

        Toby went back through the curtain to where Brenda and Bonita had
turned on Alyssa.  "QUIET!"  The three girls turned to him.  "Brenda, you're
wrong.  I can turn up five guys willing to have sex with you -- and in the
future, there will be more.  It's up to you to sell the rest of what you
want, of course."

        "What do you think I want?" Brenda asked hotly.

        "A boyfriend."

        Brenda opened her mouth to deny it, shut it, and turned away.  "Five
guys...  Sure...  I believe that...  Me and the Tooth Fairy..."

        "Get Lon," Damian told Terence.  "Make sure he understands that
we're not stomping on this pair.  There needs to be five of us."  Terence
nodded and headed upstairs.

        "What are you gonna do if I provide the five guys?" Toby asked.
"It'll be pretty much a waste of time if you won't fuck them."

        "From what Alyssa's brother said, I'd have no choice, anyway!"
Brenda retorted.

        "Okay, so you've got no choice," Toby agreed.  "But you DO have
opportunity -- an opportunity to make an impression on a guy -- and
opportunity to make a relationship.  That's what you're looking for, isn't
it?  Even if nothing happens tonight, you'll learn things -- things that
will help you next time.  And there will be other opportunities -- I
promise!"

        "Okay, so, it sounds good," Brenda replied, suspicious.  "Show me
five guys.  That's a lot of guys...  That would be six more than ever took
an interest in me..."

        Terence tiptoed downstairs with Lon, Sally, and Trish in tow.
Damian muttered, "We're on," and ducked through the curtain.  Terence
shrugged and followed.  Randy beckoned Lon and headed through.  Lon rolled
his eyes and made it four.

        Brenda's eyes popped.  She recognized two of them for sure -- and
thought she might have seen a third around school.  She addressed Damian,
"You would have sex with me?"

        "Bring it here," Damian replied, grinning.  "I wouldn't want to have
to chase you -- you run too fast!"  There was general laughter.

        "What about her?" Brenda asked, pointing at Bonita.

        "Variety is the spice of life."

        "So I've heard."  Brenda was no fool -- she'd heard about Damian's
reputation.  "I don't see how that helps me," she added, turning to Toby.
"Besides, it's only four."

        'She's quick,' Toby thought, 'and recovering nicely.'  "There are
five.  I'm the fifth."

        Brenda cocked her head, eyeing him.  Damian piped up with, "Go
ahead, do what you're saying everyone else does.  And while you're at it,
pass up the biggest dick in the place!"

        "What?" Brenda asked, rocked.

        "You heard me," Damian replied.  "Both times."

        "We know all about doing without here," Toby declared.  "The group
was formed so that the members didn't have to."

        "Well, okay, but is it just sex, or can I actually expect to find a
guy here?" Brenda asked.

        Sally stepped through the curtain.  "You can find a guy here -- AND
have 'just sex'."

        Alyssa cleared her throat.  "The guys can't be locked down totally
-- they have commitments and they have uses for us and they like variety.
But there is nothing stopping you from having one in particular be your
primary guy -- in public, even."  She paused a moment, then added, "If I
don't get too cocky, I figure I know who my Prom date is gonna be."

        "Me, too," said Sally.

        Trish stepped through the curtain.  "I'm working on it."

        "Trish?" Brenda's eyes popped.

        "Yeah," Trish nodded.  "The group isn't that small.  There are a
couple more of us, too."

        "The point here is that you can deal with the reality any way you
like," Toby declared.  "Randy was right when he said we own you -- we do.
But it IS an opportunity for you to get some things you're not getting --
and you might want to concentrate on that aspect and not worry about the
others."

        "I'm scared," Bonita muttered.  "I say we tell them 'No, thank you'
and get out of here!"

        "That's... not an option," Toby told her.

        "Honey, you're gonna get fucked tonight -- all we're doing here is
offering you the option of picking who does it, because my friend here
thinks you'll handle the whole thing better if we do it that way.  There are
other options on the table, believe me," Damian amplified.

        "Papa will kill me!" Bonita wailed.

        "Papa won't know unless you tell him," Alyssa said gently.
"Besides, how is he likely to react if a boy shows up at the door, for
once?"

        "A boy?  Dios mio!"  The implications shut her up -- she needed to
imagine the scenarios.

        "Who's taken?" Brenda asked.

        "Technically?" Damian replied.  "No one.  You'll make at least two
of the girls nervous if you pick certain ones of us -- but you know what?
We'll all probably get around to trying you out, anyway."

        "All of you?  That's slutty," Brenda groused.

        Damian shifted his attention to Toby.  "Can I clear the air here?"

        "Go for it."

        "You ARE a slut, Honey -- you fuck with dogs!  We've got it on
video!  The two of you are sticking your tongues in each other's twats
because you don't own any dicks -- and if that isn't slutty, I don't know
what is!  You're here, now, and you don't have to do that -- although you
certainly can, if you want to.  But don't tell me you're not a slut.  When
we get done with you, you'll be a highly experienced slut -- and maybe
you'll have some idea how to catch a man using it -- get me?"

        "You don't have to be nasty!" Brenda flared.

        Unperturbed, Damian shot back, "We've tried gentler means.  Why
don't you take off your clothes, so we can see what we've got in person?"

        "Why don't you take off yours?" Brenda shot back.

        "Fine.  Everybody get naked!" Damian directed.  He flicked a glance
at Alyssa -- and she got it and started peeling.

        Brenda blinked.  The boys were tossing off clothing.  Alyssa was.
The big brown-haired girl was.  Trish was.  She reached for the bottom of
her blouse and flicked a glance over her shoulder.  "Bonita, move it!"

        "Dios mio!"  Bonita moved to obey.

        Brenda stopped and took stock after removing her top -- and noted
that she was behind.  She pulled off her bra -- the sports bra that she
really didn't need at any other time other than when she was running --
noting that Trish's big tits were already out and so were those of the big
white girl.  "I don't know why I bother," she muttered.

        "Different strokes for different folks," Randy replied.  "Let's go,
Chubby."

        Bonita was frozen, standing there in her bra and panties.  She'd
shifted to her shorts automatically when things got too embarrassing.  Now
she was standing there, looking at naked women and man-things...
Embarrassment made her cherry-red.

        Toby held up a hand.  "You need to help her," he told Brenda.

        "Come on, Nita, everyone else is," Brenda cajoled.  Bonita looked at
her and licked her lips, but stood frozen.  Brenda circled around behind her
and undid the clasps of her heavy bra.  "Put out your arms, so it comes
off."  Bonita did so, like an automaton, and watched her bra slide down her
arms until she was holding the shoulder straps in her hands.  Meanwhile
Brenda knelt behind her and tugged her flowered cotton panties off her wide
hips; when they cleared the thickest point of her thighs, they dropped to
the floor.  She was naked, holding her bra in front of her belly like a
fool, so she wadded the straps in one hand and brought it to her side.  This
would be all over in a bit after everyone laughed and she could put it back
on...

        "Nice dairy farm," Randy muttered, whistling.

        Arguably, Bonita had the biggest jugs in the room -- and they were
round and still stood out from her chest without more than a little bit of a
sag.  Her blush shaded towards purple.

        "Shaved, huh?" Terence muttered, looking at Brenda.  "If you wasn't
eight feet tall, I'd think you was twelve or something."  Brenda frowned and
glared.

        Damian laughed.  "There you go, Big Bro, pleasing women with your
smooth-talking ways!"  Everyone laughed.

        "Well?" Toby pressed.  "Let's get this show on the road!"

        At that moment, Hank bounded down the stairs.  "What did I miss?"

        Brenda and Bonita stood frozen in shock.  Toby explained, "We're
giving them first pick."  Turning to Brenda, he grinned.  "You're up to
six."

        Hank started shucking out of his clothes.  Randy told him, "Be
careful, Man.  This is going more like Tabitha than the other way."

        "Okay."  Hank was naked in no time.

        "You're Coach's son..." Brenda mused.

        "Let's not point fingers," Toby interjected.

        "Yeah.  It's not going to do you any good to make a list -- remember
who has who by the pussy hairs -- even if you DO shave!" Damian pointed out.
"Hurry up and make the grand tour -- I'm getting horny!"

        "So we can...?" Brenda muttered.

        "Look, touch, jack off, suck, fuck... whatever..." Damian amplified.
"There are a bunch of people doing without in this room -- get a move on!"

        Brenda took Bonita by the hand -- undoubtedly, she'd have stood
there, rooted, if she hadn't -- and stepped forward.  Her first look good
look at a real cock, and she had a half-dozen to choose from!  Hank was on
the far left, so she got to see his sinewy, mushroom-tipped boner first,
then moved on to Randy, who had a surprising member.  "Are they all this
big?"

        "We're, um, gifted," Randy chuckled.

        Brenda reached out to touch Randy's cock -- then backfilled by
touching Hanks, bumping Bonita aside to do it.  Bonita was merely staring,
goggle-eyed, with her mouth open.  Terence was next; Brenda was amazed at
the variety.  Damian came after, followed by Lon; clearly, the tales of
monster black cocks and tiny white ones were exaggerations, since Terence
was about the same size as Lon, and Damian was a bit smaller; Randy appeared
to be somewhere in the middle...  Then her eyes lit on Toby.  "Omigawd, you
weren't lying!"

        "Nope," Damian replied.  "He gives me an inferiority complex.
Remember that -- you can't tell what's in a guy's pants by looking at him.
Chicks are at least able to dress in ways that strut their stuff..."

        Brenda dropped Bonita's hand to free up hers to reach for Toby's
low-hanging balls.  "Nita," she muttered in a choked voice, "you need to
pick a guy out, Honey."

        "I... can't."  Bonita was overwhelmed.

        "We'll pick for you, then," Damian assumed control again.  "Brenda,
I figure you've gone for the gusto, there?"

        "Uh huh."  Brenda was fully engaged with Toby.

        "I might not be your best choice if you're a virgin," Toby pointed
out.

        "I've had... stuff up there," Brenda admitted.

        "Okay, you might as well go for the whole experience, then," Toby
pointed out.  "Why don't you try sucking it?"  Brenda knelt, never removing
her eyes from the shaft in her hands, and licked her lips.  Toby flicked a
glance at Damian.  "Since we have a full house, I was thinking..."  He
flicked his eyes here and there.

        "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," Damian chuckled.  "Nita!
Wake up, Honey!  We're gonna narrow shit for ya -- pick from Big Bro and
Hank, here..."  Randy backed out from between them.

        "I--I..." Bonita stammered, staring at the two cocks presented.

        "Jeezus," Damian grunted.  "Alyssa, babysit her, willya?"

        "Nita, you need to choose," Alyssa said gently.  "Give me your
hands."  She took Bonita's left hand and put it on Hank's cock, then circled
and put her right on Terence's.  "Feel them -- go ahead.  Why don't you
kneel down and do what Brenda is doing?"

        Bonita turned to look, just in time to watch Brenda wrap her lips
around Toby's glans.  "Ooooohhh!"  Excitement had had her paralyzed; now,
though, with two fists full of man-things, certain things came naturally...
She leaned forward to try Hank's erection without much thought -- actually,
she wasn't thinking, she was reacting at this point.  Her treasure was
soaked and dripping and wanted -- 'well, one of these, actually...' she
thought, pumping the two hot shafts in her hands.  Terence's had that
sliding skin thing and was a little more fun to play with; Hank's was just
hard, behind the big head.  Bonita ducked to sample Terence and decided that
his was the way to go...  "This one," she mumbled.

        "Perfect!" Damian approved.  "Hank, go upstairs and get some from
Candace -- can't have you going home without.  If you want something
different for Round Two, maybe Mamasita here will be ready for you then.
Don't let Candace give you any shit..."  Looking around, he started
pointing, "Alyssa, pull down that mat over there and kneel up.  Trish..." He
pointed at Randy.  Sally didn't need any instructions; she knelt before Lon
and sucked him in.

        Terence reached down and palmed Bonita's fat globes; she looked up
at him through a haze of unleashed lust.  "I haven't had anything up there,"
she husked, backing off his cock.  She was amazed at the taste of it -- and
the juice that dribbled slowly from the tip.

        "We'll lube you up good, then," Terence promised, sliding his hand
into her thick hair while caressing her cheek.  "We're gonna go nice and
slow, okay?"

        "Okay."  A wave of desire floated atop a foundation of happiness;
this thing had started out so threatening, but Terence was being so nice...
He was just huge, too -- he made her feel so protected...  She sucked him in
as deeply as she could, rubbing the backs of his muscular thighs.  This was
a man!  Terence wasn't a boy -- there was more to him -- she could feel it!

        Toby reached down to capture Brenda's left nipple.  She had fat pads
and stiff points -- 'A' cup territory, and not a surprise, when you thought
about it.  Brie had more tit flesh.  But she moaned around his cock when the
squeezed them...

        Having gotten around all of the other issues, Brenda was getting
down to doing something she thought she was going to have to wait another
several years to do -- anything and everything with a big, fat cock!  All
things being equal, she'd have sold her soul two years ago for exclusive
access to a monster like this!  She felt so stupid -- how many other geeks
were hiding something like THIS behind their zipper?  She wanted this thing
EVERYWHERE!  Did she dare say anything about her dark desire to feel one of
these in her back-hole?  Not tonight, but if they weren't lying, she would
find someone...  In the meantime...  She popped off the mushroom head and
asked thickly, "If I suck you, can you cum again?"

        "Yes," Toby replied.

        "Oh, thank God.  Just tell me what you want."  She dove back onto
him.

        Brenda had a long jaw and a pointed chin -- and she seemed to be
enjoying the sucking -- so Toby decided he would try out his subliminal
instructional program for deep-throat on her.  She didn't bitch when he
wrapped his hand around her brushy ponytail and encouraged her to keep the
strokes long, and she ducked her head to open her throat at his mental
instruction to do so.  Slowly, he pushed her, helping her to override her
gag reflex when her own willpower wasn't enough.  It was five minutes before
he passed into her throat for the first time, but she took it well,
surprised and pleased, basking in his verbal approval.  "Girls who can do
THAT are VERY popular!  Nice!"  She'd probably have never been able to do it
with anyone else on her own, but now she would be able to do it any time --
and enjoy it.

        Damian, plowing Alyssa from behind, wasn't surprised at all; in
fact, he was going to discuss the whole thing with Toby.  None of the girls
should have a gag reflex, as far as he was concerned, and he knew that Toby
could accomplish it.  "Broke in another one, did you?" he chuckled.  Toby
grinned back.

        "Get a mat and climb up on the pool table," Lon directed Sally.
Sally rushed to do as directed; what was he planning?  "On your back," he
added.  "Spread 'em."

        When he climbed onto the table, Sally assumed that he might be
planning to eat her, but he kept coming.  "It hasn't been..." she began.

        "Tough," Lon replied.  "I've gone without long enough."  He rubbed
his cock along her channel, poised himself in her opening, and plunged
inside.

        "Oh, thank God!" Sally wailed and locked her ankles over his hips,
making sure her lover didn't get away.

        Trish was giving Randy her absolute best blowjob -- and he was
enjoying it.  "I hear you did a real good job today," he grunted.  "You're
developing into a fine slut."  He knew it was a dig; he did it deliberately.

        "I told her to act as if she got carried away," Toby said on hearing
this.  "But she didn't.  She actually GOT carried away!  Didn't you, Trish?"

        THAT hurt like fire!  Trish looked up, tears burning in her eyes,
and admitted it, "Yes."

        Randy grinned maliciously, rubbing her cheek.  "So you like white
boys?"

        Trish looked away.  "It was the situation.  The whole thing just got
away from me."

        "So you're not picky any more?"

        Trish hung her head but shook it.

        "White dick won't hurt you," Randy grunted, "any more than black
dick hurts white chicks.  But maybe you've earned the right to ride mine
once in a while.  Let's haul a mattress down off the stack and take a ride."

        Trish managed to smile through her tears as she helped him pull a
mattress down from the stack and place it on the floor.  "How do you want
me?"

        "On your back.  I want to see if I can hit bottom."  Seconds later,
he was in her to the hilt, pressing her knees back along the outside of her
big breasts.

        "There's a lot of fucking going on," Terence observed.  Bonita was
bobbing on his cock pretty nicely, but he had a different urge.  "Let's get
you taken care of."  He pointed at the mattress stack.  He and Bonita had to
be careful; Randy and Trish hadn't gone far, just dumped the top mattress on
the floor, so Terence and Bonita had to manhandle theirs over the rutting
couple.  Terence glanced around and found the collection of more or less
vanilla items for use in sex acts on a side table and grabbed a bottle of
lube.  "Put yourself up like Trish, there, is and I'll get you lubed."

        Bonita did as she was told, lying on her back and lifting her legs,
racking her legs back on either side of her fat breasts and holding her
knees.  This wasn't the totally romantic situation of her dreams, but the
room was absolutely soaked in sex and Terence, for some odd reason, had it
all over the faceless Hispanic guy of her dreams...  She was so happy she
thought she might burst!

        Terence fingered her slit.  "Jeez, Babe, you're already soaked!"  He
moved a thick finger to her opening.  The drum-tight barrier across it had a
hole in it, but it wouldn't take his finger, let alone his cock.  "I'm gonna
poke at this some with my finger," he told her.  "It might hurt some, but I
want to stretch it if I can."  He lubed a finger in her juices and poked it
in the hole.  The opening wrapped around his finger like a rubber dental dam
and Bonita cranked her body to the side a bit, frowning.

        Brenda backed off Toby's cock.  "Nita, the first time hurts.  He has
to rip through that thing to get in.  There will be a little blood, too, but
it isn't important.  Once he's settled, it'll get better."  She looked up at
Toby.  "She's Catholic, you know -- and her family isn't from here."

        "Right," Toby nodded.

        "Really?" Bonita asked.

        Trish, lying next to her, turned her head and nodded, wide-eyed.
"It'll be...  OOOOOOOHHHH, FUUUUUCK!!!"  Her eyes rolled up and she clutched
at Randy.

        Bonita's eyes popped.  She tried to see the big white girl, but all
she could see was a leg and her curled toes -- and she could hear an odd
clinking sound, every time the big blond boy's hips rocked forward.  She
could see Alyssa, though; she was moaning, her eyes glassy, but she nodded
at Bonita.  "He's... trying to... be nice..." she puffed, "but you... might
as well... just let him... do it... the hard way..."

        Bonita turned back to Terence.  "Are they right?"

        "Probably."

        "Okay, then.  Take your finger out and just do it."

        "Let me get gooey, first."  Terence snatched up the lube bottle and
slathered it on generously.  "Ready?"

        "Yes.  Aaauugh!" Bonita wailed as Terence immediately powered
forward three inches into her, shredding her hymen.  Then he stopped.  "It
hurts!"

        "I know, Babe, but it'll get better.  Promise."  Terence pushed her
hair back out of her face.  "Let me know when you've adjusted a bit."

        "Is it supposed to be bad?" she asked.

        "It... differs..." a voice drifted down from atop the pool table --
the big white girl's.  "Some are easy, and some are hard -- but it only
happens... once...  OH!  GAAWD!"  Bonita watched the girl's toes curl amid
some crazy thumping and banging.  "YES!"

        "I want to yell like that," Bonita told Terence.

        "I'll see what I can do, Babe."  He started rocking gently -- not
really moving much.  His foreskin was acting as a sleeve, allowing his shaft
movement without really generating any friction inside her.

        But there was still a soft knob and a hard shaft drifting back and
forth a bit along her inner walls.  "That's... not bad..." she huffed.  In
her excitement, it was suddenly hard to breathe.

        "I'll move it around some more, then," Terence told her, and
lengthened his stroke.  This caused some actual motion against the remnants
of her hymen -- and twinges of pain -- but it also fed an urgency in her
that kept her from complaining.  Terence caught her expression and asked,
"Okay?"

        "Don't stop," she panted.  The urgency kept extending its grip on
her; she recognized it as the buildup to an orgasm from the hundreds of
times Brenda or Dirk had licked her joy button.  "It's... getting good..."

        "Time to cum," Toby grunted.  Bonita cranked her head back to watch
Brenda as he hunched over her.  Bonita watched her best friend and lover
swallow -- but white goo appeared at the edge of her mouth, anyway.  The
guy's face got red and he puffed some, clenching up -- then he relaxed and
unclenched, saying, "Clean me up and we'll find a place for you to lie
down."  Brenda turned this amazing smile on her girlfriend, then opened her
mouth again, milking the white kid's cock onto her extended tongue.

        Terence reached full stroke -- and Bonita felt his pubic bone
hammering her as his thick length plunged deep inside her, scratching an
itch she'd only been vaguely aware of.  Her field of vision shrank to his
face; oddly, she'd missed the character in it on the odd occasions that
they'd been in the same place before, thinking him homely.  Now, as a wash
of sparks surrounded it, she saw something totally different -- just before
that other realization came -- that she had raced to orgasm in record time!
"OGOD!  I'm cumming!" she screeched, unaware of how her arms clutched at
him, causing him to literally pick her up to be able to continue the rhythm
of his pounding into her or how her ankles, released, locked behind his
lower back while she drove herself up and down on the pipe drilling into
her.  Those changes didn't register until she began to be aware of her
surroundings again after the whiteout.  When she could talk again, all she
could manage was "Omigawd!  Omigawd!  Omigawd!" -- and not very many
repetitions of that brought her to her second, even bigger, cum...

        "Wow!" Brenda gasped, watching her friend thrash and wail.  "I've
never seen her like that!"

        "Terence doesn't like everybody to know it, but he's a gentle and
considerate lover," Toby explained.  "He worked hard to get it right -- and
it looks like he succeeded."

        "Can you do that?" Brenda asked.

        "I'd like to think so."

        "Let's find out," she suggested.  In the background, Alyssa wailed,
"Ogod, Damian!  Love me!  Love me, PLEEEEASE!"