Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 53 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mf mast exhib mF mM oral ir inc cuck

Chapter 53

	Amy grimaced.  "Okay, first, you don't have to join -- it isn't
required.  The new clubhouse is set up to accommodate non-members on the
first floor.  You may want to, though, just to be able to hang with the other
girls properly.  I mean, they won't want to, but they'll end up excluding you
from club business -- and it'll be a snub, you know?"

	Tina nodded.  "Yeah, I can see that."

	"Second, well, there is a kind of tradition that if you're a club
girl and the club needs you for something, you deal with it -- and your
boyfriend does, too.  Alonzo hasn't been hooked up with anyone, which means
for him to get anything, someone else may have had to provide.  In a lot of
cases, it may have been before a girl was hooked up -- but I can pretty much
guarantee that he's done a girl, sometime, who actually had a boyfriend but
was released to have sex with him.  There are a couple of older members who
feel that you haven't paid your dues unless you at least give head to
somebody you AREN'T hooked up with, because thus far, just about everybody
has had to share the wealth at some point -- and a couple of girls have seen
a LOT of outside action.  The club asks -- but it is incumbent upon your
boyfriend to say yes -- and not to hold you responsible for the results.
Actually, it's a learning experience, you know?  Sex can be just sex -- girls
forget that regularly unless they've had their noses rubbed in it, and guys
get jealous, sometimes, too.  If your boyfriend can't keep his head on
straight, maybe you need a different boyfriend.  Alonzo, well, he's been to
the well a bunch of times, so that could come back to you."

	"So I might need to have sex with someone else..." Tina mused.

	"Yeah, well, hey, no one would be rude enough to take your virginity
if you were planning to give it to Alonzo -- and maybe it would only be a
blowjob, anyway.  They're, well, no big deal..."  Amy shrugged.

	"I have to think about this."

	"And that's not a problem," Amy placated.  "Stay on the first floor,
that's all.  If you go up to the second, we're going to assume you're a
volunteer.  That might mean nothing -- especially tonight, when we're not
having a big bash at the club -- but we're going to want you to BE a member,
not just fake it.  Nobody is gonna want to be open and frank with you about
what they've done at the club if you're just pretending."  Amy sighed.  "I
probably shouldn't have bothered with this pitch, but I didn't want you to
discard Alonzo for something that actually made him a better catch."

	"No, I appreciate it," Tina replied.  "It's just a little scary,
that's all."

	"It is, from the outside.  The girls who got the most out of it went
in with the attitude that you can't win if you don't play -- but you've
already won, so why bother?"  Amy turned for the door.  "Let's go back.  You
didn't NEED to pee, did you?"

	Actually, Tina did, so Amy waited.  "Has anyone talked to Carmela?"
she asked as they left the ladies' room.

	"No.  I think Carmela is all in, anyway.  Catching Chuck is big with
her, and she doesn't have the kind of options you have."

	"Options?"

	"You can blow Alonzo off and look for something else.  Carmela is
pretty sure she hit the lottery -- and you don't do that twice..."  They were
at the table; Amy drifted away toward her seat, leaving Tina thinking,
'Little does SHE know...'

	<I blew it, I think.  It's all too much for a girl who already has a
guy and has the looks to be able to catch another if he doesn't work out.
Tina is cautious -- maybe too cautious,> Amy related mentally.

	<And maybe not.  Your opinion of Tina isn't hers, Sweetheart,> Toby
replied.  <She's scared, and what you gave her isn't too appetizing -- but
you DID fix the initial problem -- she's not holding the club against Alonzo.
The other thing is that at heart, Tina is a party girl -- there is a certain
attraction to the whole thing, once she gets past her fear -- and she will.>

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	Carmela's response to the antics of the two couples was to run
barefoot to the ladies' room and doff her bra and panties.  The results were
eye-catching; the bust of her dress was not even close to being adequate
control for her big breasts.  Chuck watched the bounce and jiggle as she
began her return, turning around in his booth seat, but Bonita collared her,
so she stopped momentarily.  Alonzo, sitting at the table nearby and
momentarily without a date, said, "I'm surprised that you settled on Carmela
-- I thought you were after Isobel."

	Chuck turned to him and gave him a look.  "When I started, I could
have gone either way -- but there was nothing there with Isobel.  Carmela was
different.  There is nothing wrong with Carmela -- nothing at all.  Okay,
she's big.  There are a couple of big parts of her I enjoy looking at..."

	What Chuck DIDN'T see was the fact that Carmela didn't stop for more
than a second or so with Bonita.  She was well within audio range when Chuck
declared, "There is nothing wrong with Carmela..."

	So warm breath in his ear and a murmured, "Maybe you can tell me what
those big parts are so I can be sure to show them to you..." caused Chuck to
jump a foot!    He spun and went nose to cleavage with her and ended up
croaking, "Well, there's them..."

	Carmela peeled the top of her dress down off her breasts.  "Get a
good look, then.  Maybe you should keep them up for me?  I seem to have lost
my bra..."

	"Um, yeah..."  They were heavy, with big, brown nipples centered on
crinkled areolas and they hung before him, begging for his touch.  "Sit down,
Honey, and lean back against me and I'll hold them up..."  Carmela turned and
settled against him and Chuck collected a big double-handful of breast flesh.
'So soft...'

	"You say sweet things..." Carmela bent her head back to murmur in his
ear.

	"I meant it," Chuck declared.

	"I know you did -- that's what made it so perfect," she whispered.
"I would do what they did..."

	"Some other time," Chuck croaked.  "I don't want to share you the
first time."

	"So sweet..." Carmela murmured, "Like candy."  She rubbed the hands
cradling her breasts.  "Just like candy."  Chuck's fingers had gravitated to
her nipples and were causing hot flashes to shoot here and there, making her
pussy damp.  In order to keep from causing a wet spot on her skirt, she
raised herself a bit and pulled it up, crumpling it between her ass and his
crotch.  In the process, she scooted herself back against him and recaptured
his hands and replaced them on her breasts.  This left Chuck sitting half-
sideways in the booth with Carmela backed against him, facing the same way.

	"What was that all about?" Chuck asked quietly.

	"I-- it's embarrassing..." Carmela whispered back.

	"Oh.  Okay..." but Chuck remained curious -- Carmela could hear it in
his voice.

	"Your hands on me...  I got a little wet, you know?  And I took off
my panties when I took off my bra..."  Some of the girls were in nylons, but
Carmela was bare-legged.

	"Oh!"  Chuck chuckled.  "That's good, I think.  Can I feel?"

	"No, you have to be my bra," Carmela giggled as she settled back
against him.  "I want our food to come, so we can go..."

	"How will I eat?" Chuck asked.

	"I may have to feed you..."

	"Like this?"

	"Oh, very well..."  Carmela sighed melodramatically.  "Let go of them
and I'll put them away..."

	"Well..."  Chuck was of two minds on the subject.  Reluctantly, he
let go -- only because her wanted to put his hands under Carmela's skirt!
She was still busy tucking and filling when his hands dove under the skirt
and found her pubic fur.  Carmela squealed.  Chuck chuckled, "Well I'll be
damned!"

	Instinct overrode Carmela's intention to be salacious.  She tried to
pluck at Chuck's hands through her skirt.  "Chuck!"

	"Come on, you did this for a reason..." Chuck chided her.

	"Yes, well..."  Carmela slowly relaxed.

	"Now spread your legs and show me how wet you are..."

	"You are evil!  I cannot!"

	"Come on..."  Chuck knew better than to pry at Carmela's thick thighs
-- sweet reason would have to do.  "A little while ago you were all set to do
a lot more than that!"

	"Well, yes, but..." Carmela whined petulantly.

	"Come on, Baby -- you KNOW you want to show me!"  Chuck leaned in and
sucked her neck.

	Chills went EVERYWHERE!  "Ooohhh!!" Carmela moaned.

	"Show me..." Chuck murmured, his lips never quite leaving her neck.
Slowly, her left knee drifted up on to the seat, opening her up...  Chuck's
hand drifted down into the humid depths between her thighs.  She was indeed
wet -- and swollen -- and her outer lips were open, granting access to her
pink channel and her clitoris.  Chuck took advantage of this, dragging two
fingers over the swollen hood of that cluster of nerves...

	"Nngh!" Carmela gasped, jerking at the contact with her most
sensitive flesh.  "Chuck..."  She couldn't breathe -- her lungs were
constricted!  She grabbed at his wrist, but the fabric of her skirt was
slippery and he was rubbing and it was... intense...  His fingers seemed to
know all about her -- one slid deep into her while his thumb rotated atop her
clitoris.  "Please...  I will embarrass myself...  Oh, Chuck..."  She began
to shake...

	"It's too late now, I think..." Chuck murmured in her ear.  "I'm
gonna cover your mouth, so you don't scream...  He did so with his left hand
and re-applied his lips to Carmela's neck -- and she began to thrash in the
seat, grabbing his arm and holding on for dear life as an orgasm shattered
her from out of nowhere!  She surged and jerked and thrashed -- but pressed
herself back against him the whole time.  After ten or fifteen seconds, she
sagged and reached up to remove his hand from her mouth.  "No more," she
begged brokenly.  Chuck relented and withdrew his now soaking wet hand.

	"Give me a napkin, please?" he whispered.  His hand was literally
dripping with the gush of her fluids he'd generated.

	Carmela, deeply embarrassed, counted the sets of eyes that had
witnessed her explosion of rapture.  There were dozens, it seemed...  She
spun and buried her face in Chuck's neck.  "I'm so embarrassed..." she
whispered.

	"It was good, though, wasn't it?" Chuck whispered back.

	"Yes, but..."

	"Hey, you weren't fucking..." Chuck noted.  Carmela swatted him on
the shoulder without unburying her face.  "I'm pleased to death," Chuck
murmured.  "You're hot -- and you're mine..."

	"That's nice -- but it was awful..."

	"It wasn't, either -- you loved it!" Chuck insisted, "And it's STILL
a half a lap behind bouncing up and down on my dick like a pogo stick in a
public restaurant..."

	"Well, maybe..." Carmela murmured, petulantly.  "I'm hot?"

	"Smoking."

	"Not really."

	"Oh, yes -- really!" Chuck insisted, "Smoking hot!"

	"You're so sweet..."  Carmela hugged herself to him and wouldn't
allow herself to be peeled away until their food arrived.

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	Tyrone and Otis didn't take Cindy and Beverly to the diner -- they
weren't invited and Tyrone didn't want them within a mile of Marcel and Slick
pimping Patty and Simone.  Instead, they took the girls home -- the girls'
homes, not theirs.  Hobart Simpson was out of town and Elaine had no reason
to be prudish about Tyrone and Cindy sleeping together, and the only person
who thought it was a secret that Norman Ellis wanted to watch his daughter
Beverly take a cock was Norman himself!  Maureen knew -- and suspected that
Norman might like to watch her dance on Otis' pole, too.  Beverly and Otis
were certain, so when Otis took Beverly home, she invited him inside and into
the family room where Norman and Maureen were watching TV and waiting for the
pair.  Then she went upstairs to get out of her fancy dress -- and her
underclothes -- and got into a short nightie and a light robe and went back
downstairs.

	Norman felt that it was incumbent upon him to make parental noises --
especially since Maureen seemed content to sit in her chair and look amused.
"Beverly, Sweetheart..."

	"Oh, Daddy!  Otis is my boyfriend!  He's seen me naked, for God's
sake!  Actually, he's done more than just look -- and you know it, so it's
kind of silly to pretend!  Besides, Mom isn't wearing anything I'm not..."
Beverly quashed her father's effort.

	"Yes, well..."  Norman couldn't think of a way to move past that
particular objection -- and a glance at his wife told him that she wasn't
hopping up to throw on more clothing.

	"Let it go, Dear," Maureen smiled tolerantly.  They were side-by-side
in a double recliner; Maureen reached across and patted his hand and Norman
subsided.

	Beverly and Otis then proceeded to make out as if Beverly's parents
were nowhere in sight!  After a few minutes of more and more torrid kissing,
Otis moved on to fondling Beverly's breasts, first through her nightclothes,
then under them.  Beverly undid the robe and granted Otis all the access he
could want while blatantly rubbing his cock through his pants.

	TV was forgotten.  Maureen and Norman couldn't keep their eyes off
the lovemaking session before them.  When Maureen's hand drifted
surreptitiously to her crotch, Norman felt himself released to do the same
and slid his hand into his pajamas to touch his aching cock.  Before them the
young couple, apparently oblivious, became more and more blatant...

	Otis hovered over Beverly, who having rucked up the nightgown to the
point that it was a wad under her arms and she was on full display in the
open robe, slouched on the loveseat, her legs spread to allow Otis to rub her
pussy and finger it while they kissed.  She was blatantly rubbing his still-
trapped erection with one hand while holding his face against hers with the
other.  Then she reached out to undo Otis' belt and open his pants -- and
Otis' cock, already having found the opening in his boxers, leaped free and
into the light...

	Maureen moaned.  Otis and Norman both looked -- the sound was naked
need.  Maureen had both hands in her crotch, her legs spread wide to grant
her access -- and display.  She smiled at Otis and a blind person couldn't
miss the invitation in it -- and Norman wasn't blind!

	What Norman DID feel was helplessness.  He slid his hand up and down
his erection, knowing that it wasn't the one Maureen wanted -- that wasn't
his job, here.  No, apparently he was just a witness...

	Beverly leaned up and sucked in Otis' cock.  The contrast between
Otis' chocolate-brown shaft with the dusky rose glans at the tip and
Beverly's creamy complexion was exquisite.  Norman avidly watched Beverly's
cheeks hollow as she applied suction and began moving her head, pulling the
fleshy fudgsicle in and out while she shrugged out of her robe.

	Maureen sat up and thrashed her way out of her robe, then raised her
ass so that she could haul the hem of her already wadded flannel nightgown up
to her hips and sat up again to throw it over her head.  Without looking, she
muttered, "Norman..."

	"Go ahead."  It was a croak.  Norman relaxed as he released Maureen
to do what he knew she was going to do, anyway, at some point.  Maureen
raised her recliner and got out of it, going over to help Otis out of his
shirt, then squatting behind him to remove his shoes.  While Maureen worked
on Otis' trousers, Beverly threw her nightgown over her head and spread
herself on her back on the loveseat -- and as soon as he was free, Otis knelt
up and took possession of her, racking her knees back and sliding his cock
into her depths.

	Norman brought the seat of his recliner upright and stood to fight
his way out of his pajamas, but felt restrained from approaching the rutting
couple -- and his wife, who was standing over them and cooing while rubbing
Otis' back with one hand and masturbating with the other.  Norman wanted to
be horrified -- that was his daughter! -- but instead, he was fascinated.  He
really, REALLY wanted a closer look...

	Maureen handled it.  "Otis, Honey, Norman wants to see..."

	"Long as he don't get in the way..." Otis panted, intent on getting
his first nut of the evening.  There were gonna be two, anyway, from the
looks of things...

	Maureen beckoned Norman forward, guiding him around to a point where
he could see the action from basically between the legs of the fucking
couple.  Norman settled on his haunches, bracing himself on the loveseat arm
and watched Otis' dark chocolate pole pierce Beverly's pussy again and again.
Beverly was literally creaming, her lubricant a white foam around their
joining, her toes pointed while she whined and moaned urgently and
occasionally gasped "Yes!" or "Fuck!"

	"Isn't that something?" Maureen asked, apparently thrilled to death
that her only daughter was being drilled hard by a black boy before her eyes.
For the record, Maureen was thoroughly indoctrinated -- and WAS thrilled!
From Maureen's viewpoint, Norman would deal with it, one way or another --
and this way was better than most...  Rubbing Otis' back, she reached down to
fondle his balls.  Otis looked to see who was doing it, then thought better
of it and stopped worrying -- if Norman wanted to play with his nuts, that
seemed fair.  If he was queer enough to want to suck Otis' dick, Otis might
put up with it -- but nobody was playing with Otis' ass...  The subject
explored and put to rest, Otis returned his full attention to fucking Beverly
-- who never noticed the momentary lapse, as she was convulsing in orgasm.

	Norman could SEE it!  He could see his daughter's inner labia
fluttering and her belly contracting as she clamped down on Otis, wailing,
"BREED ME!  GIVE ME BABIES!"  Norman and Maureen eyed one another,
thunderstruck, but Otis merely chuckled and kept pumping while Beverly
clutched him and moaned.

	The fuck only lasted a couple of minutes more -- it was Otis' first
nut of the night and he was primed.  Norman watched Otis' big balls draw up
and the underside of his cock pulse as he poured a load into Beverly -- one
that foamed out around their juncture, replacing the foam of her lubricant
with a fresher flood.  After a moment, Otis began backing out -- and Norman
got out of the way, but Maureen knelt and collected Otis' messy cock and
actually waited for Norman to realize what was up and get a good angle before
sucking it in.

	'I knew this was coming,' Norman mused to himself.  'Why aren't I
stopping it?' he wondered as his wife's cheeks hollowed with her suction.
But he knew the answer -- there was no stopping it.  It had always been out
there between himself and his wife, and it had caused them to hypocritically
project a little racial prejudice at Beverly -- Maureen had the fantasy, and
Norman liked to watch -- and in Norman's case, maybe there was even a little
more to it than that...  They'd never followed through, out of fear, but
Norman knew on Saturday when things got wild in the Jacuzzi that it was
coming -- even though he was unaware that Maureen had already sampled Otis.
So he watched his wife suck Otis, working his cock assiduously, jacking and
sucking and licking, while slowly stroking himself.  Glancing away, he
discovered his daughter doing the same, with glowing eyes, apparently not
jealous of her mother's intrusion.

	Otis' cock, which had gone lank momentarily in the aftermath of his
orgasm, firmed visibly in Maureen's mouth.  Otis had no compunction about
palming the back of Maureen's head and driving her onto his spike,
periodically -- and Norman watched in wonder as the young black male did
things he'd only perhaps thought of doing occasionally to his wife of twenty
years.  After a couple of minutes, Otis released Maureen's head and rumbled,
"Put your knees on the cushions and bend over the back," nodding at the
loveseat, which Beverly had never left.  Beverly scooted deeper and Maureen
settled her knees on the seat cushions as directed, leaning up over her
daughter's torso to drape her elbows on the seat back.  Otis circled behind
Maureen and began rubbing his glans between her puffy nether lips, but he
didn't plunge into her; instead, he stood looking at Norman.

	It took a couple of seconds, but Norman got it -- Otis was waiting
for him to take whatever position he planned to watch Otis fuck his wife
from.  He almost waved Otis forward -- he had a profile shot, after all --
but no, he wanted to see it disappear inside his wife's body, so he hurried
around to squat behind Otis.  "Okay," he announced, when he could look up
from slightly below and watch Otis rub his leaking glans around Maureen's
pulsing hole.  Otis punched forward, and the deed was done -- Maureen was
fucking a black man, and Norman was watching...

	Otis set up a serious pace, his hands on Maureen's hips, bashing into
her and making her ass ripple with the shocks.  A hand reached up and gently
shifted Otis' swinging balls to the side so Norman could see him pound her
unimpeded, and Norman realized belatedly that it was his.  Otis looked down
at him over his shoulder and said, "Diddle her if you want.  Keep your dick
away from my ass..."  Norman nodded, realizing that Otis had opened several
doors -- some of which Norman had planned to pretend had lock on his side...
Having been more or less invited, he knuckled Maureen's clitoris while
fondling Otis' balls.  Beverly looked on with glowing eyes when he glanced
over to check on her.

	Having just come off shooting a big load into Beverly, Otis was in
for the long haul in Maureen.  Maureen came in seconds, but it would be only
the first of several.  Norman's fingers on her clit and Beverly's on a nipple
added to Otis' pounding attack kept her in a constant state of delirious
pleasure.

	Otis continued to pound away, enjoying Maureen's hot twat and the
realization that he was cuckolding Norman, apparently without any conflict or
resistance.  Beverly braced herself up on a couple of pillows so she could
fondle her mother's right nipple with one hand while rubbing Otis' right
thigh and ass with the other.  Getting a similar rub on his left thigh, Otis
looked down to see that it was Norman and thought, 'Well, he's playing with
my nuts...'

	REALLY unexpected, however, was Norman's shift from fingers on Otis'
balls to a hot mouth!  That didn't work that well, since Otis was moving
several inches a stroke, but Norman managed to tongue them...

	Norman was embarrassed, but he was too into the whole thing to stop!
Somewhere in his head, a switch got thrown and Otis was in charge -- and
Norman would bow down, and he would go to some lengths to prove that he
understood his new position!  It was strange -- the more he humiliated
himself, the hotter he got!  He looked up at Otis -- who was eyeing him in
shock -- and grinned sheepishly, but continued to lick Otis' hairy scrotum.
Norman's cock was like steel, and threatened to go off by itself without
being touched!

	Maureen had no idea, of course -- she wasn't oriented properly to see
anything and was very much in her own little world, in any case.  But Beverly
saw it all and was as amazed as her boyfriend!

	Otis' control over things waned at that point and his balls charged
-- and discharged.  Otis buried himself to the hilt in Maureen and she howled
as his balls danced on Norman's tongue, emptying themselves into Maureen's
pulsing pussy.  Maureen, near exhaustion, keened as her belly rippled,
supporting the milking action of her pussy as Otis poured his seed into her.
She relaxed, panting, and settled a bit, and Otis slowly withdrew; she
drifted a moment before becoming aware of wet, sucking sounds...

	Norman!  Maureen's eyes had tracked right to Beverly, but she was
still on the couch under her.  Beverly's wide eyes gave Maureen a target,
though, and she whipped her head around to look -- and beheld her husband
doing what she had done when Otis pulled out of Beverly!  Norman was sucking
Otis' cock!  He was fisting himself wildly at the same time -- and Maureen
had only a moment to take it all in before Norman's cock erupted, spraying
semen all over his chest and under his chin, some of it falling to dribble
onto Otis' feet!

	Otis was clearly as surprised as anyone -- it was obvious from the
look on his face that he hadn't ASKED Norman to blow him!  But Norman was
sucking, cleaning Otis' and Maureen's juices from Otis' still semi-rigid
cock...  "Norman?" Maureen murmured querulously.

	Norman withdrew and looked sheepish.  "I... got carried away, I
guess..."

	"I guess!"  Otis said it for all of them before either Maureen or
Beverly could get it out.  "Well, let's not get all bent out of shape about
it.  You wanna wipe off my foot?"

	"Yeah, sure..."  Norman picked up his spilled spooge on a finger,
held it there for a second, sighed, and sucked it off.  Nobody said anything.

	"Let's go somewhere and clean up," Otis ventured.

	"There's a big shower off the master suite," Norman noted.  Otis
waved, and helped the women get up from their various positions on the couch,
then followed Norman to the Ellis' master bedroom.

	The shower WAS big -- a tile item with a large glass door and side
sprays -- but it was still comfortable for two and crowded for three.  Norman
came down off his high -- or up off his low, depending upon how you looked at
it -- while they were rotating through.  Otis was on the bed with Maureen on
one side and Beverly on the other when Norman sheepishly entered their
presence and muttered, "I don't know what got into me."

	"Well..." Otis was philosophical about it.  "I'm not gay, so I'm not
taking any cocks up my ass.  We could talk about rim jobs, if you're
interested in giving one.  If you decide you want to take a dick, we'll talk
about it -- no promises one way or the other at this point.  I'm thinking
that the top of the pecking order has sorted itself out -- but there could be
confusion over who's next, so I'm gonna lay it out..."  He took in everyone's
eyes.  "Norman is.  What he did in there might put him on the bottom in some
places, but not here.  Norman still pays the fucking bills and you still wear
his ring," he pointed at Maureen, "and he's still your daddy," he added,
pointing at Beverly.  "And he's been doing that shit for a long time and he's
gonna CONTINUE to do it, so you two are gonna treat him with respect!"  He
spun and pointed at Maureen.  "You spread for me -- but that doesn't mean you
DON'T spread for Norman -- and if I hear you're farting around, we'll take
turns beating your ass!  Get me?  He's STILL your old man!"

	"Yes, Otis."  Maureen nodded.

	"Okay," Otis went on, after a moment's thought.  "For parental shit,
you stand next on the totem pole, Maureen -- but Beverly is Head Bitch or
whatever you want to call it.  SHE's Numero Uno in the bedroom, and YOU get
seconds, if I feel like it.  Besides, if your pussy itches, there's always
your old man, right?"

	"Yes, Otis!"

	"Good.  Forgive me for the rough talk -- I felt like it needed, I
dunno, emphasis."  He swung his gaze to Beverly, adding, "Now..."  After a
pause, he continued, "Fucking and sucking your daddy probably isn't a good
idea, but he probably ought to get SOMETHING out of this deal, since I'm
getting a chunk of his old lady..."

	"Um, if I could make a suggestion?" Beverly asked.

	"Yeah, go ahead..."

	"Daddy, you seemed to get off on it when you saw me get fucked in the
butt..."

	"Yeah, he did," Maureen piped up.

	"That works," Otis nodded judiciously.  "No pussy and no mouth, but
if you want to poke Bev's ass, that's cool..."

	"I shouldn't," Norman croaked.

	"Don't be all noble, Daddy," Beverly replied, smiling devilishly.  "I
saw you.  I promised myself that if Otis said it was okay, you could have
some..."  She rolled up and wiggled her ass at him, grinning salaciously.

	"She's right, Norman -- don't be noble.  It's the least we can do,"
Maureen agreed.

	"Might be some other stuff in the pipe -- we'll see," Otis added,
thinking, 'I need to talk to Tyrone -- BAD!'  Otis' daddy, in particular, had
no damned sense, so Otis wasn't sharing -- but Tyrone's mama, Velma, could
use the occasional dick...  "Are you still horny?  Got anything to lube with?
Bev, you might as well stay like that and give your daddy a little
present..."

	Norman couldn't pass it up, and after some scrabbling around to
secure some lubricant he knelt up behind his daughter and prepared her rectum
with shaking hands, applying first one, and then two lubricated fingers
before carefully easing his cock into her.  Watching her anus swallow him was
wildly exciting and Norman thought he was going to lose control, but it was
enough of a fight to be distracting, so he managed to get in, get settled,
and set up a rhythm.

	Once things smoothed out, Beverly's eyes got that glow again; she
turned her head to look at her father over her shoulder and husked, "Spank
me, Daddy!  I'm a bad girl!"  Otis was ready to write it off as a side-effect
of Beverly's conditioning, but Maureen's eyes developed the same glow as she
watched.  Maureen made to capture Otis' cock in her hands, but he waved her
off -- she wasn't getting in line in front of Beverly, and she needed to
understand that.  So Maureen moved up behind her husband and daughter and
fondled Norman's balls while reaching under to rub Beverly's clit.  Beverly
literally howled and turned those eyes on Otis, who got the hint and circled
around to give her a cock to suck.

	It was too intense to last long.  Maureen had Beverly on the ropes,
adding the masturbation to the feel of her father's cock pounding her.
Beverly rose rapidly to orgasm -- and took her father with her!  That left
everyone physically and emotionally drained, so Maureen went off and got
something to wipe up the mess with and everyone else settled themselves
gingerly in the king-size bed.  When Maureen came back, the only adjustment
was for Maureen to crawl in between Otis and Norman...  Beverly had Otis'
other side.