Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 36 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...
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The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 36


	Terence and Damian went out together, picking up Alyssa, then heading
for Bonita's.  Terence drove; Damian got into the back seat with Alyssa after
her pickup.  When Bonita came out to the car, Damian stopped her from getting
into the front passenger seat, directing, "Sit back here with us."

	Bonita flicked a glance at Terence, but did as she was bid.  As the
car pulled away from her house and reached the end of the block, Damian slid
his hand under Bonita's blouse and said, "Suck my dick."

	Bonita looked flustered.  "T--Terence?"

	Terence looked up in the rearview mirror and sighed.  "Little Bro
wants you to show him you know what the rules are," he told her.  "You and me
is one thing, but you're still a group slut."

	"Oh."  Bonita was a little disappointed, but she understood.  "Yes.
I understand."  She raised the arm that she'd been using to pin Damian's
hand, limiting access to her breast, and reached for his fly.  "I know the
rules."

	Damian let her get his cock out and actually bend to put her lips
around it before pressing her back, grunting, "Just checking.  See that you
don't forget.  You're Big Bro's primary piece, but you're group property --
understand?"

	"Yes, Damian."  Bonita nodded.

	"Okay."  Damian shifted his attention to his left.  "Alyssa..."  He
pointed at his crotch.  Alyssa bent and sucked him in.  "Don't suck," Damian
directed, "Just keep it wet and happy.  We're saving it for later."  Alyssa
gurgled a sound of compliance.

	Things settled down a bit after they got home; Damian made no more
immediate demands of Bonita, but settled into his father's recliner with
Alyssa on his lap to do some fairly generic kissing and cuddling, and Terence
hauled Bonita to the couch for the same thing.  Being felt up didn't bother
either of the girls -- Bonita loved it and Damian had Alyssa thoroughly
domesticated.  Damian's reason for having Alyssa leave her outer clothing on
-- she removed her bra and panties -- as expressed to Terence was, "Pa might
come home -- otherwise she'd be naked."  Bonita was obviously expected to
follow suit -- and she did so without prompting.

	TV was just background noise for what they were doing -- which, in
general, was kissing and finger-fucking the girls to a lather.  Damian called
a halt at eight o'clock and they pored over the pizza options and made the
order, then sat waiting around for the delivery.  When the delivery boy -- an
Indian guy maybe twenty years old -- showed up, Damian had him come inside
while he went to get money -- then lowered the boom.  "Alyssa, give the man
his tip."

	"Damian?"

	"Blow him.  Give him head.  You, too, Bonita -- get down with her and
I don't want to see either of your faces until one of you has a mouthful of
cum!"

	"B--but..." the guy stammered.

	"Look, I don't have any extra money -- and having your dick sucked IS
a lot better than getting a couple of measly bucks in tips, isn't it?" Damian
pressed.  By then, Alyssa had the guy's cock out and was licking it; the guy
gulped and nodded.

	The blow job probably took longer than it might have because the
girls had to work out how to cooperate with one another, more than anything
else; Eventually, Bonita took charge of licking and fondling Achmed's
testicles and Alyssa handled his cock.  "Hold it in your mouth," Damian
directed Alyssa when it became apparent that Achmed was on the brink.  Achmed
gushed into her mouth and Damian said, "Show him," so she opened her mouth to
display his cum.  "Okay, you're tipped.  I bet you show up faster next time!"
he told Achmed and put him out on the doorstep.  Once the door was closed, he
told both girls, "Okay, go spit that out and rinse your mouths out with
mouthwash!  Go!"  The girls took off for the bathroom as fast as their legs
could carry them.  Terence stood there, looking disgusted, but Damian was
unrepentant.  "It's good for them to remember what they are, Big Bro -- and
Nita is doing fine.  I'll let up, okay?  And if you feel Alyssa owes you
anything, take it."  Terence waved it off.

	In the bathroom, Bonita grumbled, "Is he going to be like that all
night?"

	Alyssa spat mouthwash into the sink and said, "I don't think so -- he
just has to remind me I'm meat -- and you, too, I guess.  Now that he's done
it, he'll probably settle down."

	"Terence doesn't do that kind of thing," Bonita complained.

	"But he can, right?"

	"Well, yes."

	"Okay, then.  If you know it -- and he KNOWS you know it --
everything will be fine.  Randy's the same way, sometimes.  And Lon.  The
safest thing you can do is not act like you're special at all around them --
even if Terence says otherwise."

	"What about Hank and Toby?"

	"I don't think they even care -- but I wouldn't cross them --
especially Toby!  He's scary -- sometimes I think he reads minds!"

	"I just want to belong to Terence," Bonita husked.

	"And you do.  But the others can borrow you any time as long as he
says it's okay -- or even if he's not around.  It's how it is -- if you
pretend things are different, it'll just make life hard for you," Alyssa
counseled.

	"Does it bother you?" Bonita asked.

	"No.  I think it did for a day or so -- but the benefits outweigh the
down-side.  Damian wants to own me -- okay -- if he owns me, I'm owned -- and
I like being owned.  I do what he wants -- and he's good to me.  If I don't,
he's NOT good to me.  I'd rather he was good to me.  If he wants to remind me
that I'm his property, I'm happy to show him I'm aware of it.  It's the price
I pay to be able to snuggle up to him -- and I pay it, gladly.  I know
Terence is different, but that doesn't mean it won't work with him..."

	"No, you are right," Bonita agreed, "I will do whatever it takes to
make Terence happy.  I just want him to know it is for him alone -- that he
is special."

	Alyssa shrugged.  "I understand -- but it's tough shit, as they say.
You can talk to him about it in private and see if there is anything he wants
-- but you're doing him a favor, too, if you don't buck the others.  When you
do, they just go after you more -- and give him crap about not controlling
you!"

	"Um, yes, I see."  Bonita mused for a moment.  She'd known,
peripherally, that Terence took some heat over her from the other boys -- but
that it might be her fault hadn't occurred to her.  That was a bad thing --
anything that might make Terence unhappy with her or over her was a bad
thing...  "Thank you for pointing this out to me."

	Alyssa smiled; Bonita could be such an idiot -- but then, that had
made her easy to manipulate, back when...  "No problem.  Let's go."

	Bonita surprised everyone present upon their return to the living
room.  She walked over to the recliner and knelt, head down.  "Is there
anything else I can do for you, Damian?"

	"No, why?" Damian asked, bemused.

	"I do not wish for Terence to be embarrassed because you think I do
not know my place," she said.  "I do not want for you to think less of him
because of some failure you see in me.  Please tell me if I am doing anything
that reflects badly upon Terence and I will stop it immediately."

	"Um... Fuck..." Damian muttered, nonplussed.  "I'll, uh...  Go see
Terence -- you've proved yourself to me."  She'd amazed the shit out of him,
in fact -- and made him look like a pissant, in the process, and it was all
his own fault!  He looked at his brother, throwing up his hands.  "I be shut
the fuck up, Big Bro."

	Bonita came to Terence and crawled into his lap, sniffling.  "I never
meant to cause you any trouble or pain..."

	"You didn't, Sweetie -- or nothing worth mentioning, anyway."
Terence hauled her against him and started rubbing her back.  "Don't you
worry about it."

	"You know I love you..."

	"Yeah.  I know that."  Terence looked across the room at his brother
while adding, "I love you, too."

	Damian took the rebuke and looked away.

	Alyssa looked up at Damian.  "Damiain..."

	"If you say it, I'll take it that you're trying to mess with my head,
and I'll beat your ass!" Damian cautioned her.  "Just take it for granted
that I know you do."

	Alyssa snuggled close and tucked his hand under her blouse.  "Yes,
Damian."

	Pizza slowed things for about thirty minutes, but when the last piece
was gone, there was no excuse to be doing anything else but necking and
fondling.  Both girls had greasy titties that smelled like pepperoni -- and
neither one cared.  This wasn't the 'Me Tarzan, you Jane!' kind of thing that
had been going on earlier -- it was young lovers enjoying one another.

	Damian moved things to the next level -- without involving Terence
and Bonita.  "Get out of your clothes," he whispered to Alyssa, "I've got to
be in you!"  Alyssa didn't argue; she'd wanted to be unencumbered for at
least the previous thirty minutes!  She just threw her top over her head and
slid out of her skirt!

	Damian, meanwhile, slid his track suit pants to the floor; there
wasn't any blow job or checking to see if Alyssa was wet; they were both
feverishly ready.  Alyssa just climbed back onto the chair and parked over
Damian's erection and Damian cranked the chair back flat so she could drop
onto him.  Alyssa took him to the hilt and dropped forward to lock her mouth
onto his and they started grinding against one another.

	The sounds alerted Terence and Bonita -- they were unmistakable, a
mixture of soft moans and wet smacks and creaks from the recliner.  Terence
and Bonita broke their current clinch on the couch and Bonita looked around
Terence to see the other couple moving rhythmically.  Looking up at Terence
with huge eyes, she begged, "Please?"

	Terence grabbed her top and pulled it over her head, then whispered,
"Lie back.  Lift your ass."  He tugged her skirt over her hips and tossed it
to the floor, too, and she reached up to help him get his pants over his
hips.  In seconds, they were both naked and Terence was carrying her knees on
his upper arms while he rubbed his cock against her wet gash.

	Bonita sighed a soft, "Oooohhh..." as Terence slid into her.  She'd
wanted this the night before, but Clint had taken precedence for everyone
else, so she'd gone without.  Now, her lover quietly cycled his hips back and
forth, filling her with his manhood and withdrawing it again and again,
bringing her the pleasure that only he seemed to be able to give.  Oh, she
could have sex with others -- but only Terence made her feel complete; only
Terence fulfilled her.  She wanted to have Terence's babies -- but she knew
better than to say such a thing; he would run and she would lose him.
Trickery -- ignoring precautions -- worked in the old country, according to
Mama -- but in the same breath, she cautioned Bonita against it, because it
failed here, especially with black boys.  "He will come around, or he will
not," Mama had counseled.  Of course, Mama didn't know about Clint...  But
Terence was moving above her -- in her -- and worry about such things diluted
her joy, so she let such things go and concentrated on the moment -- that
perfection, that urge to be one with her man.

	Both couples were operating in relative silence -- no loud
declarations or exclamations, just quiet gasps and moans and the wet slap of
flesh on flesh.  But things were climbing to crescendo and both couples had
no attention for anything but what they were doing...

	Fred came home, of course.  The car in the drive told him someone was
home, at least, so he let himself in -- not quietly, but without any fanfare.
The TV was rambling on in the living room, casting a glow that wasn't present
anywhere else in the house -- the boys apparently weren't bothering with
lights.  Fred wandered in to see what they were watching --and became aware
that there was more than one set of sounds...  'Not again!' he thought,
creeping forward.

	Well, it was the same and it wasn't; there were two males and two
females, but the couplings were the standard type, more or less.  In the
dimness, Fred made out a young black girl, a lot more voluptuous than the one
from the previous night, rocking over someone in his recliner; the angle was
poor, so he wasn't sure who.  To his right, on the couch, Terence -- he was
pretty sure it was Terence -- was pile-driving someone with some pretty curvy
calves.  The moans from that direction sounded feminine, too.

	Nobody seemed to have detected him -- nobody seemed to have any
attention to spare, from the looks of things -- so Fred came on through the
door and slipped between the chair and the couch and went to stand nearer to
the TV.

	The black girl had a hot little ass and it was rising and falling on
Damian's pole like a well-oiled machine.  Fred had seen enough of their faces
as he passed to make out his younger son.  He had a fine view of Terence and
that chunky little Tex-Mex chick they'd all been ignoring the night before on
the couch, too -- and that little bitch was very definitely female!  While he
was watching, she threw her head back and whined, "Aiy!  Aiy!  Aiy!  Mi amor!
Mi amor!" and her ass took off a mile a minute as she hunched herself up to
try to get even more of Terence's dick, apparently.

	To his right, the girl riding Damian went "MMMMM!  MMMMM!  MMMMM!"
not unlocking her lips from his and she sped up to cycle about three times a
second while Damian slammed up into her from below.

	In a minute, both girls settled down -- but nobody stopped; both
couples continued to kick ass right through what was obviously orgasms.  They
were all still in their own little worlds, too; Fred figured he could
probably walk up and put both hands on the little black bitch's ass and she'd
just think they were Damian's.  It was a pleasant thought...  The real pain
in the ass was the fact that tonight he had nothing at all to stick his dick
into.  He was fully recovered from the run-in earlier in the day, and this
was an incitement to riot, but he had no outlet!  Even beating his meat
wasn't going to make him popular when they figured out he was there...  He
stood there for twenty minutes or so, suffering, while first one and then the
other little cunt squealed her way through a cum.  Finally, Damian started
grunting and arched up, carrying his into the air -- and Fred watched his
balls jump as he emptied them into his little bitch and white goo foamed out
along his buried shaft.  It was almost enough to give Fred a nut in his pants
without even touching himself!  The pair of them subsided, still sucking
face, oblivious...

	A couple of minutes later, Terence picked his up and impaled her on
his dick, grunting, a couple of times -- and you could tell he was blasting
away.  The chunky little Tex-Mex slip cooed and gurgled and rubbed his back
and whispered love words -- Fred realized he was gonna have to warn the boy
about that...  Finally, they seemed to start reconnecting with reality -- so
Fred decided to get his licks in:  "Y'all put on a helluva show -- I damn
near got a nut in my pants!"

	Bonita screamed -- LOUDLY!  There was a lot of thrashing in the
recliner; Alyssa was trying to get under Damian, unsuccessfully.  "Jeezus,
Pa!" Damian howled.

	"If y'all are gonna fuck in the living room, you oughta expect an
audience!" Fred rasped.  "If you weren't so deep in each other that your ears
were covered, you'd have heard me -- I wasn't quiet.  And if the furniture
smells like cunt juice, I know a pair of little twats that are gonna clean it
up -- buck naked, so I can enjoy watchin'!"

	"Pa!  Goddammit!" Terence rasped.

	"No, you fuck on the furniture in a public fucking area and you draw
an audience, it ain't my fuckin' problem!" Fred overrode him.  "Or maybe it
is, since now I've got a hard dick and nothin' to sink it into!  You little
shits owe me!  And you're God damned lucky I didn't stop y'all in mid-fuck!
Fortunately, I got more manners than that..."

	Both of the girls looked at Fred in abject terror -- the number one
fear being that he would demand sex from one of them -- and get it!  The boys
picked up on this and decided it was a serious emergency, independently of
one another; a glance was all it took to communicate agreement.  "Maybe we
can chase you down something, Pa," Damian offered.

	"Here?" Fred grunted.  "And have your mama walk in on me dick deep in
some twat?"

	"She's pulling a shift," Terence lied.  "She told us she was staying
at the hospital."

	"Hmph," Fred grunted.  "Well, then...  I hope to fuck she's gettin'
paid for all these extra shifts..."

	Terence just shrugged.  Damian said, "How about Tabitha?  We might be
able to round her up..."

	"Fine.  She's homely and about as smart as that coffee table, but she
fucks like a mink..."  His gaze swept the girls.  "Although that don't seem
too hard to find...  You two go and make the call -- I'm gonna meet your
ladies."  The boys looked uncomfortable.  "Don't worry, I won't fuck your
pussies..." he flicked a look at Terence, adding,"either..."  He crooked a
finger at Alyssa.  "Sit over here on the couch and meet the family."

	Cringing, Alyssa did as she was told.  Terence and Damian shared a
glance and went looking for a phone -- and Tabitha's number.

	"So," Fred queried of Alyssa, "You're back.  You're Damian's main
squeeze?"

	"Yes."  Alyssa thought about it, ducking her head, "At least, I like
to think so."

	"No need to sit all squinched up, Honey.  I've seen it all -- and
it's pretty decent, mostly," Fred teased.  "You've got a helluva ass --
especially when it's pumpin' dick!"

	Alyssa covered her face.

	"I seen you yesterday, doin' without," Fred told Bonita.  "That
bother you?"

	"Sometimes," Bonita admitted.

	"Yah, it would me, too.  You think that boy's a serious threat?"

	"I hope not," Bonita whispered.  "Terence says it's different, and
not an issue."  She squared her shoulders.  "I believe him."

	"Good for you, Honey," Fred approved.  "What's your name?"

	"Bonita."

	"Bein' I've seen you here twice in two nights, I figure Terence likes
havin' you around...?"

	"Yes."

	Fred grunted.  "Looks like they're doin' pretty good -- for looks,
anyway.  No, more than that, I guess.  You seem to be a pair of pretty hot
lookin' young..."  Fred frowned; he was going to say 'cunts' or 'twats,' but
he was trying to build a bridge, here, even if he WAS having a little fun at
their expense while doing it.  He decided to throw them a bone... "Ladies."

	Oddly, both of them dropped their eyes.  "What?" Fred asked.

	"Thanks," Alyssa whispered, "for not calling us sluts."

	"Yeah, well..."  Then it dawned on him.  "You're both club cunts?"
Alyssa nodded.  "Any chance one of you has sucked my dick?"  Both of them
cringed.  Fred grunted.  "Well, that ain't an indictment, for a club cunt.
Besides, the boys weren't treatin' ya like club cunts, were they?  We'll
pretend it didn't happen..." Fred waved it off.  "What about the flip side?"
Fred asked.

	"Sorry?" Bonita blinked.  "I don't understand."

	Fred eyed her.  "Even money says you got big ideas of droppin'
grandkids in my lap," he accused.  "That right?"  Bonita eyed him and nodded,
slowly.  Fred turned his attention on Alyssa.  "What about you?"  Alyssa
looked away, but she nodded, too.  Fred let out a gravelly chuckle.  "Thought
so."  Turning to Bonita, he said, "Terence knows, don't he?  You're about as
subtle as a baseball bat between the eyes..."  Bonita nodded.  "Good for you
-- probably better you don't lie or bullshit around, bein' you can't carry it
off."  Turning to Alyssa, he asked, "And you?"

	"I want it," Alyssa replied, meeting his eyes, "but it's up to
Damian.  Trying to push him is the worst thing I could do."

	"No shit?"  Fred cocked his head.  Taking them both in, he announced,
"They could do worse, both of 'em.  That ain't an endorsement -- and I know
YOU know that you ain't neither one of you there yet, or even close.  Bein'
club sluts ain't any help, either, I bet -- or is it?"

	"It might be," Alyssa said quietly.

	Fred chuckled.  "Got your foot in the door, did it?  That mighta worn
off..."

	Alyssa shrugged.  "It makes it easier to do whatever Damian wants..."

	Fred rubbed his jaw.  "Yeah, I bet it does..."  He gathered himself.
"Cleaning stuff is under the sink, I think.  I kinda like the smell of wet
pussy, but Louise might shit or something -- no telling.  Go get it."  The
girls got up and Alyssa reached for her blouse, but Fred forestalled her.
"Naked is fine -- and you're fine naked.  Leave 'em here."  The girls
grimaced, nodded, and padded out.

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	Meanwhile, the boys were on the phone.  "Tabitha?  You busy?" Damian
asked.

	"Huh?  Who's this?"

	"Damian."

	"Oh, hi.  No, I'm bored.  Momma is having a party and I need to stay
out of sight, or she might lose a boyfriend."

	"Look, we need to get Pa laid.  If we come get you..."

	"That's Fred, right?"

	"Right."

	"Sure.  I'll sneak out," Tabitha agreed.  "Fred's okay -- and I'd
rather fuck than watch."

	"That's what HE said," Damian chuckled.

	"I'll be out front."

	"Cool."

	The girls came in at that point.  "What's up?"

	"He sent us to get cleaning stuff," Alyssa related.

	"He give you any shit?" Damian asked.

	"Yeah, but it was mixed with other stuff," Alyssa replied.  "I think
he was trying to be nice in places."  Beside her, Bonita nodded.

	"He didn't touch you or anything..." Terence asked.

	"No, but he won't let us get dressed," Bonita told him.

	Terence pursed his lips and eyed his younger brother, who turned it
over in his head.  "Put up with it," he advised.  "He's getting even for
having to go without.  If he starts getting grabby, we'll change up, but as
long as he doesn't touch you..."

	"Ain't happenin'," Fred's voice came from the doorway.  "I don't see
any problem with me resting my eyes on some sweet stuff, but it's yours -- I
don't go where I ain't invited.  We already covered the fact that blowjobs
through a hole don't count."

	"Okay," Damian nodded.  "Tabitha's coming.  One of us has to go get
her."

	"Both of you go," Fred grinned.  "I'll just hold this pair for
ransom.  Besides, they got furniture to wipe."

	The boys shared a glance.  "Fine," Damian agreed.  "Do what he says,"
he admonished the girls.  "Let's go."  He led Terence out.

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	It took Terence and Damian twenty five minutes to collect Tabitha and
return -- and Fred spent the whole time enjoying himself immensely, making
the girls assume all kinds of embarrassing positions under the guise of
cleaning the furniture.  "You was in there deep," he chided Alyssa after
having her crawl into the recliner face first.  "Get down in there and dig in
the cracks -- you know you don't want me smellin' that and thinking about how
good it'd feel...  Get that ass up, so I can see your pussy!  Spread them
legs -- you don't want to lose your balance!"  When it was absolutely clear
what Fred wanted, Alyssa stopped worrying about cleaning and just posed --
and advised Bonita to 'just do it,' too.  Bonita complied, blushing in
embarrassment -- and the furniture got cleaned plenty in the first five
minutes, anyway.  "Y'all are pretty fuckin' cute, both of ya.  You're safe
from me -- but if the boys dump one or both of you, just bring it around --
don't make me go huntin' for ya.  Ridin' old Fred's dick won't hurt you any,
and I know plenty enough..."  He left it at that.  "You in particular," he
added, rounding on Bonita.  "If Terence gets too interested in boys, I'll be
happy to fill in.  I'd like to stick my tongue in that belly button of
yours..."  Bonita blushed nearly purple; the threat had an attractive quality
given Terence's resemblance to his father that scared her silly!  But Fred
backed off...  "On the other hand, if you manage to rope 'em and keep 'em
that way, you got nothing to fear from Grandpa Fred, okay?  I'm just jazzing
you..."  His winning smile left both of them unsure of his intentions.

	It was with intense relief that the girls greeted the boys and
Tabitha.  Tabitha took a look at them and asked, "What's up?"

	"They were all in here naked, fuckin', givin' me a hardon," Fred
related his version, "So I made 'em give me a show.  But I still got that
hardon..."

	"Is naked the thing?" Tabitha asked.  Fred shrugged, and Tabitha
started getting out of her clothes.  "Gotta give a girl like this credit,"
Fred muttered.  Then he looked up at his younger son.  "You got a leash on
that one?" he asked, jerking a thumb at Alyssa.  "She talks like she knows
who's boss."

	"She'd better," Damian eyed Alyssa.

	"I'm impressed," Fred rumbled.

	"Thanks," Damian grinned.

	Meanwhile, Tabitha was naked and kneeling up to get at Fred's cock.
"We're doing it here?"

	"Might as well," Fred allowed.  "Everybody's got a piece now.  One of
you boys put a fuck flick on.  The girls can clean up again, after -- and you
boys can supervise, this time..."  Tabitha got her lips around Fred's cock
and he sighed, "Man, I needed that! Duck your head a little, Sweet Thang, and
let me fuck your face.  Ain't no way I'm gonna last after what I've been
through..."   The other two girls watched, more or less agog, as Tabitha and
Fred put on a rough deep-throat demo; Fred held Tabitha's head and jammed his
decent-sized cock into Tabitha's throat to the sound of some amazing gargling
noises -- and Tabitha took it all in stride...  It was over before Damian had
Alyssa positioned over the couch arm and penetrated -- but not before Terence
had Bonita going on the other end; Damian had been delayed by selecting and
mounting the fuck flick.  Fred grinned while Tabitha wiped excess cum off her
face, "Now ain't THIS a family gathering?  Come here, Sweet Thang -- let's
see if I can get another nut..."  Even if he couldn't, Fred knew he could
stay hard long enough to get Tabitha off a couple of times -- and there was
always later...

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	Brenda was happily acquiring some surprising data about cocks.  There
was a variance in cocks -- not only in maximum size, but in the minimum, too.
Clint's cock, for instance, never seemed to be less than five and a half
inches long and correspondingly thick -- even when flaccid.  If it had sized
up on erection like, say, Toby's, it would have grown to ten inches -- but,
fortunately, it didn't.  The seven-plus to eight inches it did manage was
PLENTY in Brenda's humble opinion.  Their current position was missionary-
style, sort of -- Brenda doubted seriously that the average missionary chick
could put her legs behind her shoulders.  The position was basically the same
as the one they'd used for the memorable anal episode -- but Clint was
pumping Brenda's pussy, instead, to both of their joy.  Brenda's position
naturally hunched her, somewhat -- and presented her pussy at an easily
accessed angle.  Clint was driving down into it hard enough to actually rock
Brenda on her bowed back, which absorbed some of the shock of the impacts and
added a little something in the process.  Having locked herself down like she
had -- her frame was seriously stressed from threading her shoulders in front
of the backs of her knees -- all she could do was shake and wail when she had
an orgasm -- something she'd demonstrated for Clint twice already in the
first five minutes.  "Oh, Baby!  Oh, Baby!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" Brenda
wailed, panting, while her eyes rolled, "Ah, God!"  She was going to break
into little tiny pieces at any moment; her muscles were weakened and she just
couldn't handle it!  "I can't be like this any more!" she panted.

	Clint stopped.  "What do you want me to do?"

	"Just a second...  Help me get undone..."  She lacked the strength to
unravel.  "Easy..." she cautioned as Clint gently pressed her right leg out
to the side.  She managed to twist and drop the shoulder, releasing the leg.
The other side, relieved of the balancing strain, undid more easily.

	"Better?" Clint asked, starting to back off.

	"No!"  Brenda clutched at him.  "Don't stop!  I just couldn't hold
that position!"  She rocked her body, driving her pussy up a shaft slickened
by their mixed secretions.  "Don't even THINK about stopping until you cum!"

	"Oh!  Well then..."  Clint drove forward.  "This isn't much
different..."  He reinstituted his pounding attack.  "Not much at all..."
Brenda crossed her ankles behind his neck, but held her knees wide -- only a
VERY tall and limber girl could have even envisioned the position -- OR
managing to rotate and lift her pelvis into the stroke!

	'She's insane,' Clint thought, 'but what a fuck!  I can't imagine
ANYONE beating her...'  Brenda's pussy clasped his cock like a hot, oily,
silken glove -- just tight enough to bring incredible pleasure without him
having to fight his way in and out.  And she moved, constantly -- which was
probably the only thing that had kept him from filling her with jizz so
far...  This time, though, Clint knew would be different; the next time she
clamped down to cum, he was going to blow!

	Reality followed the initial concept by maybe ten seconds.  Brenda
started jittering and wailed, "Oh, fuck Baby!" and she arched, and her eyes
rolled up -- and Clint lost all control!  He buried his cock as deeply as he
could and wallowed in the pleasure as it surged and spewed little white baby-
makers all over Brenda's cervix!

	...All of which just pushed Brenda higher up a slope that had already
made her hold on consciousness tenuous.  Things got truly rarified as she
felt the splash of Clint's seed in her; she stopped breathing as her stomach
clenched -- and somewhere in there, she drifted away for a moment while the
fireworks exploded in her brain...

	She came back to Clint shaking her gently, "Brenda?"

	"Omigawd!"  She wrapped him in all four of her spidery limbs,
concerned lest he try to go anywhere and leave her there, incomplete.  "Hold
me!"

	"Are you okay?"

	"Yes!  Oh, yes!"  Brenda started kissing every surface of Clint's
within reach.

	"Okay, then."  Clint clutched her to him and lowered his head, which
limited her oral attack to his neck and shoulder.  "So, it was good for you?"
he teased.

	"Don't be mean."

	"Okay.  Can we take a nap?" he asked.

	"Uh huh.  Just like this."