Chapter 31

Louise braced Damian with the birth control idea Saturday morning at breakfast; Fred was still in bed. Damian called Lon, who talked to Candace about it -- but given that the idea came from Louise in the first place, it had that much more approval from the adult females. Candace vacated her complaint with Beth seeing Dr. Rankin -- if they could get him properly on board, that is.

Lon and Toby arrived at Carter's at noon in Beth's van, which Toby and Damian then took to pick up Randy. Rick and Teela arrived at Lon's separately in Rick's car. By twelve-thirty, everyone was set, including Lon and Candace, who were mostly staying out of the way.

Alyssa was waiting nervously when first Sonya, then Trish, showed up. "Randy is going to take us over to this place -- it's a run and he borrowed a van." Sonya wanted to know about the layout and who owned the place and Alyssa put her off with the claim that they were really friends of Randy's.

Randy wheeled up ten minutes later and everyone else climbed aboard. Sonya started in on Randy, but all she got was "He's a friend from school -- you wouldn't know him." Alyssa had warned him to watch out for Trish, not Sonya, saying, "Trish is SMART! Don't let her get ahead of you!" -- but careful is careful... Randy helped distract them from where he was going as much as he could, but the burden was on Alyssa, who carried it well, answering questions like, "Have you been there before?" with the blasé admission that Brie had been there, too, and some discussion of the pool and the fact that it was an in-ground -- not above-ground -- model and that it was sizeable.

Alyssa did a good job; the other two girls had no idea where they were when the van pulled up at Carpenter's, but were unconcerned. She led the way around the side of the house, saying, "They have a nice place to change downstairs..." and led them down the steps and through the side entrance.

It could have been a disaster, but it went perfectly. Alyssa led Sonya through the door and took a couple of steps inside, then stopped and turned around to watch. That led Sonya, already well into the room, to stop, also. Rick and Toby, masked, stepped in to pull a bag over her head. Trish saw this and started to recoil, but Lon was beside her and Randy pushed her from behind, which rendered her off-balance for Lon's bagging. Trish staggered and waved her arms wildly before reaching for the bag, so Randy tackled her and rode her to the floor. Lon put a knee in her back and cuffed her hands behind her.

Sonya just stood there; Toby and Rick each had an arm, but she didn't move. "Alyssa? What's going on?" she asked, her voice nowhere near as shrill as her fear might have made it.

"I'm really sorry, but I didn't have any choice!" Alyssa replied. "Just give things a few minutes and it will all become clear..."

"Are we going to live through this?" Sonya asked, again apparently only mildly concerned, while someone handcuffed her hands behind her.

"Oh, yes! Absolutely!" Alyssa insisted.

Teela took Sonya's arm. "Come with me." She led her to the couch. "Sit." Sonya did so. "Relax, we're gonna pull the hoods back off in a second -- they've done their job."

Trish, listening to what was going on, stopped struggling -- something Randy greeted with some relief as she was strong and had some weight to throw around. He and Lon silently helped her get upright, then to her feet, then led her to the couch. "You can sit, too," Teela advised. Trish settled onto the couch gingerly. Lon and Randy withdrew, largely because Randy wasn't masked and it probably wouldn't help at this point; Toby moved to stand behind Trish while Teela said, "Okay, we're gonna watch a movie. It's not a talkie, but it isn't old, either -- and you'll recognize the actresses..."

Lon shut off the lights and Rick and Toby removed the captives' hoods by the light of the television. Even the initial freeze-frame was immediately damning; it was Trish squirming under Dirk's tongue while Alyssa lowered her crotch over her mouth. Once the pair had been given a moment for their eyes to adjust, Teela put things in motion. "We pulled this little gem from the vault so you would know where you stand," Teela announced, her mouth smiling below her black mask. "Alyssa didn't know you guys were being videoed, by the way -- she's only a few days ahead of you. But she understands her place and is doing well, I'm told. We're hoping that you two will be at least as cooperative..."

"What do you...?" Trish asked, her throat dry.

"Shhh. Watch the movie," Teela advised. No one said anything for the next ten minutes, while both girls watched as they incriminated themselves. When the clip was finished, Teela said, "We have that entire session -- would you like to see more?"

The pair exchanged a glance; both had looked behind themselves at some point and knew that there were masked boys standing there. "Uhhh, I don't think so," Trish hazarded.

"So, about Dirk," Teela taunted. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're aware that bestiality is highly illegal, and this clip would put you on a plane with child molesters, right?"

"Yeah," Trish admitted dully. Sonya remained silent.

"So what do you figure it's worth?" Teela asked.

'More than I've got...' Trish thought. Looking over at Sonya, she confirmed that the other girl was thinking the same thing. Neither of them said anything, though.

"Before I go any further..." Teela murmured, "Sonya, do you like boys?"

Sonya started. Her mind raced; she considered saying no, but the masked male behind Trish laughed and walked away into the darkness. The male behind her moved to behind Trish and Alyssa's brother Randy stepped up behind her. "That's settled," Teela said mildly. "You know Randy, don't you? Good." Glancing back and forth at the pair, she added, "You didn't answer my question, so I'll tell you what I think. I think we pretty much hold a mortgage on both of you, because there is no way you could pay what this is worth. What do you think? This is a long time in Juvie, at least -- and your lezzie antics might help you and might not..."

"What do you want?" Trish choked out.

"You," Teela replied. "The boys in our little group want to use you for sex -- repeatedly. Whenever they want. However they want. What do you think of that?"

"So, we're supposed to be, like, sex slaves?" Trish asked.

"Yup. That's about the size of it. You play ball -- which mean you ball whoever we tell you to -- or somebody gets an e-mail with a video in it, or a quick clip on their cell phone. Somebody who can put you in jail," Teela confirmed.

"I'm a virgin!" Trish objected.

"Me, too!" Sonya added.

"Aside from tongue rides?" Teela grinned. "We'll be fixing that. Look, girls, we're pretty sure you both would rather have felt a dick before this -- nobody does dogs because they're superior to guys in the sack! We can go at this a couple of ways, but maybe you might want to focus on romance or something."

"What?" Trish erupted. "How do you figure, Honey? This is..."

"Rape?" Teela asked calmly. "No, you're volunteering -- because you have to, maybe, but you are. Blackmail? Yeah, admittedly. But let's look at the up-side, shall we? It's sex -- GOOD sex. And while we've all had other commitments, periodically, a bunch of us have collected boyfriends -- or at least the appearance of having boyfriends in public, from the group... Wouldn't you like to have a boyfriend?"

"It sounds like I'll have a half-dozen," Trish retorted.

"More than that, probably," Teela agreed, "if you count every boy who fucks you as a boyfriend. I'm talking about somebody more, ummm, steady."

"How does that work?"

Alyssa spoke up from the darkness. "One of the boys may take you on to keep an eye on you. I have that. Officially, it's to keep me out of trouble and to allow us both to keep up appearances socially -- but I'm pretty sure that it's gonna be more than that..." Damian, sitting in the darkness behind her, smiled but said nothing.

Trish couldn't see Alyssa in the dark, but the tone of her voice... That tone said Alyssa really thought she had a grip on some guy -- and she was happy about it! "How many boys have you fucked, Alyssa?"

"Four, I think," Alyssa reported. "They wore those masks early on, so it might have been more -- plus a couple of blowjobs of other guys."

"And?"

"Guys beat the SHIT out of Dirk!"

"So..."

Alyssa stepped into the dim light. "You can be silly about it -- I was -- and someone will convince you that you shouldn't be -- the hard way, if necessary. Or you can just let it ride and do as you're asked. One nice thing about it -- these guys ALL know what they're doing!"

"Really?"

Teela stepped up. "It's one of the benefits of the group. Every one of them was broken in by an older woman. They know what they're capable of, and they know how to please. No backseat fumbling, no guessing games -- just good sex! My boyfriend? Simply incredible! I have to have it -- daily!" She grinned from ear to ear.

"Your brother is in the group, I guess, or he wouldn't be here..." Trish hazarded.

Alyssa nodded. "We figured putting a mask on him would be a waste of time. How is he? Well, I'm his sister, so I don't know, personally -- but I hear good reports..."

Trish eyed Randy, who said nothing -- merely stood there, composed, waiting. He wasn't going wild and drooling or anything, either -- something Trish had seen him do... She shifted her gaze to Sonya...

Sonya was shaking like a leaf. Her mind was frozen; she thanked God that Trish was asking all of the hard questions, because she couldn't think! Her eyes darted here and there, waiting for the axe to fall...

A voice came out of the darkness, "Randy, Sonya is about to freak. See if you can settle her down."

Moving slowly, Randy stepped up and put his hand on Sonya's shoulder. "No one is gonna hurt you. Just the opposite, okay? You need to relax. Want me to take the cuffs off?"

"Y-yes."

"You'll be good?"

"Y-yes."

"Sshh..." Randy began rubbing her shoulders. "It's gonna be okay, really."

"Are we gonna...?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you should leave the cuffs on -- I might get stupid and run..." Sonya husked.

"How about moving them around front, then? We need to pull off your wrap and stuff..." Sonya was wearing a light blouse, tied off at the waist, and some shorts over her bikini.

"Yeah, okay." Once again, Sonya SOUNDED calm, but wasn't. Randy could tell; she was still shaking. Sonya looked at Trish. "It's gonna happen, right?"

Trish looked back. "I don't think we have a choice." She settled back and tilted her head up to look at Rick, "Do we?"

"No." Rick began unbuttoning Trish's blouse. Trish didn't move -- she just allowed him to operate on her, undoing the buttons. Underneath, her overextended one-piece bulged over her breasts. "Doesn't that hurt?" he asked.

"What?" Trish was taken totally by surprise.

"They're being smashed..."

"Oh. Yeah, I need a new suit."

"You can skinny-dip around here," Rick murmured, lifting the halter strap over Trish's head and defeating the bra cups, exposing her breasts. "Everybody else does." He began fondling her breasts. "How's this?"

Trish was disarmed; the guy was so matter-of-fact... "Uuuuhhh..."

"We're in no hurry," Rick murmured, massaging and caressing Trish's sizeable mounds.

Randy had come around in front of Sonya and was undoing her blouse. Once it was open, he leaned over her to undo the cuffs, which put her up against him. He was warm and smooth and a little sweaty -- but he didn't smell bad. She felt a cuff come free, then Randy rose. "Are you sure you want to keep them?"

"No," Sonya replied. "I don't know what I want."

"We'll leave the one, then, until you decide," Randy soothed. "Let's get this off..." He pushed the blouse off Sonya's shoulders. It puddled behind her at her wrists; while she extracted her left hand, Randy again bent over her to release the catches on her bikini top. Since it was strapless, it dropped into her lap, exposing her breasts.

"Help me," Sonya muttered, suddenly breathless. Her remaining hand was caught in her blouse sleeve, largely due to the dangling cuff on her wrist.

"Just relax..." Randy pulled the mess around and worked the cuff through the short sleeve. "There!"

"Thank you..." Sonya felt disassociated and vaguely silly, thanking the boy who was undoubtedly going to take her virginity more or less against her will.

She was still shaking, too, so Randy pulled her against him gently and rubbed her upper back while stroking her silky black hair.

Trish watched this byplay while gentle hands worked her sensitive breasts. This wasn't like being groped -- it was gentle and pleasant. Her nipples were up and hard and her areolas were tightly wrinkled -- and she was getting wet, despite the negative aspects of what was going on. Turning her head to look behind her, she tried to see Alyssa, but couldn't. "Alyssa? Was it like this for you?"

"No." Alyssa stepped up behind the couch. "You know me, I'm stubborn and bossy and I have a big fat mouth and a bad attitude. Things went a lot differently until I got a little sense and settled down -- and then I wished I'd had some sense in the first place."

"So..."

"So settle in and enjoy it," Alyssa advised. "Trish, you know you want it, and I know you want it -- we've talked about it enough. Well, there are two here right now, and you can have BOTH if you'll just shake off the whole 'I'm being blackmailed' issue. One of the things that stops girls like us from getting boys is the fact that we have to pretend we don't want it. Well, you can waste your time doing that here, but it won't stop things, so you might as well forget about pretending that your cherry is sacred and you're trying to keep it and enjoy the fuck!"

Alyssa seemed to be making sense -- or maybe it was her nipples talking -- Trish couldn't decide. All she knew was that her clit itched and she was getting drippy and the things that the unknown boy was doing to her swollen nipples were providing the most exquisite sensations... "Uuuhhnnn..." 'Oh, gee, THAT was an intelligent utterance!' she thought vaguely. "What's next?" she croaked at the boy.

Alyssa answered, however. "Why don't you suck his cock?"

The suggestion hit Trish between the eyes; it was forbidden and incredibly nasty -- and thoroughly titillating. "Okay..." she husked, locking eyes with the ones behind the mask.

"Do you want your hands?" Rick asked.

"Please?"

Rick helped her sit up and undid her left cuff. "No trouble, right?" he asked.

"No, no trouble," Trish said meekly. She captured Rick's left hand and returned it to a breast suddenly aching for his touch.

"I can't undo the other one one-handed," Rick pointed out.

"Okay. Leave it." Trish couldn't seem to breathe properly. "I want to see it."

Everyone in the room knew what 'it' was -- and everyone knew that Trish had basically capitulated. From Trish's standpoint, it wasn't as if she was overcome with lust, exactly -- but she DID feel pretty good and this thing WAS gonna happen -- and Alyssa was standing right there, egging her on...

Everybody else, though, thought she was deep into things. And they were right.

Sonya watched as the masked boy circled the couch and tugged down his swim trunks, exposing an erection -- something she'd never seen in real life. Trish apparently hadn't, either, since she seemed pretty surprised by it. The boy leaned over and captured Trish's breasts again as she started exploring the apparently stiff length with her hands -- and Sonya became aware that the hard vertical ridge running alongside her ear was probably the cock of the black boy clutching her to him. Still watching Trish with one eye, she turned her head, putting her nose alongside the hard ridge under the boy's sweatpants and inhaled his musky scent. It was... nice. Calming. She watched Trish's tongue snake out and wash the underside of the mushroom head of the other boy's cock, then watched her assess the result before slowly bringing her lips into contact with it. The whole thing was fascinating! Sonya became aware that she was clutching the thick thighs of the black boy.

"Are you okay?" Randy rumbled, concerned that she was hiding her face in his crotch.

"Yes."

Randy rubbed the slight girl's back some more, wondering if she was going to open up. Both of them watched as Trish started pulling Rick's cock into her mouth. Alyssa, hovering close, coached her, offering advice, "Don't suck too hard -- just bring your cheeks in. Work the head, especially the ridge at the back. You can't really just lick at it like a clit -- guys fuck, so you need to move so it's going in and out..." Trish, listening, started to bob seriously over Rick's erection.

There was a mumble and hot breath at Randy's crotch. "What?" he asked.

"Can I see yours?"

"Sure." Randy let go of her and undid the drawstring of his sweatpants. Sonya gingerly tugged them down. Randy had to reach in and hold his stiff cock upright to allow it to pass the waistband; when he let go it extended itself at an angle just above the horizontal, the tip close enough to Sonya's face that her eyes appeared to cross as she gazed at it.

"Wow!" Sonya gasped. She lifted a hand to test the stiff hardness of the fleshy shaft, discovering that the layer of skin covering it slid back and forth, covering and uncovering the bulbous, chocolate-colored head. There was a drop of clear fluid at the tip; instinctively, she knew that it wasn't urine. A flick of her tongue confirmed that it was a lubricant, sort of like pussy juice, but not as reminiscent of fish oil. She looked up at Alyssa's brother meekly, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his glans.

Randy gasped quietly and reached down to collect Sonya's nipples, rubbing them gently between his thumbs and forefingers. Sonya seemed to get more confident by the second; soon her lips and her hand were working in concert to keep his entire cock stimulated from glans to root.

Alyssa was the first to pick up the change in things. "Wow! Go, Sonya!" Trish glanced over, surprised, to see Sonya bobbing energetically on Randy's hard chocolate member. From Randy's reactions, she was doing something right, so Trish picked up the pace.

Teela had drifted over to watch the plush black girl work Rick's penis with hot eyes; this was gonna suck, because when it was over, he wasn't going to have anything left for her... Then again, maybe there was an alternative available, since both of these girls sucked pussy... "I'm gonna get you the rest of the way out of that suit," she husked, squatting to get a grip on Trish's one-piece. Trish used her grip on Rick's hips to raise herself up off the couch -- AFTER Rick leaned over to brace himself against the couch back, that is. Once she got the suit off, Teela settled back and took stock.

It was the wrong time to dive in -- Randy was clearly losing it, puffing and gasping under Sonya's apparently inspired ministrations. Teela stood and announced pedantically, "You know, ladies, that when the boys cum, you're required to swallow..."

There was this stereo "Urk?" as both contestants took in this information. Sonya turned wide eyes on Alyssa, who nodded solemnly, while Teela confirmed things for Trish, nodding. "If you're gonna milk it, you're gonna drink the product -- so get ready to swallow baby gravy! And thank God that they're both well trained and won't try to stick their dicks down your throats while they do it!"

Sonya obviously needed bucking up, so Alyssa assured her, "It's okay -- in fact Br -- I mean, I know girls who LOVE the stuff! Go on..."

Teela, watching Trish stagger, added, "You might as well get it over with -- you're NOT stopping..." Trish nodded and resumed; a glance told her that Sonya had her rhythm back.

You didn't have to watch Randy to know where he was; he was grunting and gasping, clearly close again in no time. Sonya was, though; she could see him sweating in the dim light. "I'm... gonna..." he gasped -- but that wasn't all the warning Sonya got. The shaft of his cock went steel-hard and the blunt tip swelled over her tongue -- and a flood of the oddest-tasting stuff poured into her mouth...

She stopped while she analyzed the flavor -- but it wasn't really describable, so she swallowed and suckled, milking Randy with her hand while he shuffled from foot to foot trying to handle the pleasure pouring over him.

"One down, one to go..." Teela announced, turning to Trish. "Do a good job, now..."

Trish was struggling, uncertain what she was doing wrong. Teela, watching, advised, "Why don't you let him drive?"

Trish shrugged acquiescence; Teela directed Rick, "Take her head -- don't get stupid, now -- she's not Beth..." Turning to Trish, she explained, "Beth deep-throats."

Rick took Trish gently and began to stroke into her mouth. "Lips and tongue -- that's it," he panted. "Keep the lips where I can feel coming in and out... Yeah, like that... Hang in there... Yeah... That's it..." Two minutes of gasped encouragements later, Rick reached the point where he could gasp, "Okay, I'm gonna cum soon. I'll stop so you can swallow... Okay... Okay... NOW!" He hunched himself, overcoming the urge to bury his cock in her mouth, and blasted away.

'Thick, clumpy, oddly flavorless...' Trish swallowed the stuff. 'Maybe I'll learn to like it...' The good news was that she'd survived the blowjob. Rick let go of her and she settled back. Her arousal had departed with her confidence; she wasn't looking forward to the next phase of things.

It was coming, anyway. "All rightie, then! Time for the main event!" Teela announced. "Switch partners!"

Both girls looked surprised, but the guys didn't let them recover. Randy walked over and took Trish by the hand, pulling her to her feet; Rick merely held out his hand to Sonya, making her come to him. "How are you doing?" Rick asked Sonya.

"I'm okay," Sonya admitted. "What now?"

"There's a mattress over there..." Rick pointed.

"Oh, okay." Sonya let him lead her through the dimness. "Now what?" she asked as she settled onto the mattress.

"This is your first time?" Rick confirmed.

"Uh huh."

"Okay, I'd like to make it pleasant -- but it's gonna happen. I'll try to get you warmed up first, but if you can't get into it, we're gonna, anyway."

"Okay. Well, sucking turned out not to be too bad..." Sonya ventured.

"You get a lot more participation in this," Rick assured her. He leaned in and started suckling her neck.

Surprise gave way to goosebumps. "Wow! THAT'S nice!" Sonya exclaimed as a hand cupped her breast and gentle fingers added nipple work to the attack on her neck. Instinct made her reach for his erection.

"Good." Rick shifted targets, reaching into her crotch and sliding his fingers over the straight hair at the top of her mons. "Don't!" he barked when she instinctively moved to interfere, "You're not here to be chaste, you're here to be a slut. Help me, don't block me."

"Okay." At a loss for what to do with her hand, she began rubbing his arm as his fingers dove between her nether lips, opening her up and finding her clitoris. His lips resumed their attack on her neck and part of her suddenly wished he had three or four more hands.

Randy took Trish to another mat and took a different tack with her. "Kneel," he directed. "Spread your legs some and settle back." He stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder. "You don't seem any too happy. Is it me?"

"I... Well, partly," Trish admitted. Randy hadn't ever impressed her; she'd have picked better, given a choice. Add in the whole issue of not having one, and well... she wasn't thrilled.

Randy stepped up to the plate. "Well, there are probably three more of us on site," he told her, heavily, "so you could swap out -- but you wouldn't like it."

"Why?"

"Because we would punish you for bad attitude, like we did Alyssa," Randy replied. "This isn't about what you want -- it's about what you're gonna do. It's not your place to be picky -- you're here to fuck, and to follow instructions. If you do those things, the gloves stay on, but if you don't..."

"Okay, what do you want?" Trish asked, a trickle of fear running through her. This wasn't the Randy she thought she knew...

Alyssa, who had drifted nearby to watch, chuckled. "Welcome to Big Brother version two point oh..."

Randy knelt behind Trish and took a heavy breast in his right hand, fondling it while he reached into her crotch with his left. Trish had a big clitoral hood... and, yes, a big clit. Good. He started working his fingers alongside it. "You're gonna kneel here and tell me what feels good so I can get you going. I want you wet and ready when the time comes -- and the easiest way for you to get there is to tell me what to do. Treat this as another session with the girls... You're here for a cum." Then he settled his lips on her shoulder.

Trish shivered. Her brain was trying to tell her that something horrible was happening -- and Randy's words supported that position. But her body wasn't buying; she was being pleasured in three different locations. And Randy's words also kindled something 'way down deep inside her -- an odd feeling that this was right, somehow. That feeling told her that men didn't HAVE to ask her for sex -- that the whole permission thing was an artificial construct that papered over the reality that for thousands -- maybe millions -- of years, males had gotten sex more or less when they wanted it and resistance was only as effective as they let it be. This was something that Trish inherited from her mother -- and it was the REAL reason why her mother found herself having sweaty sex with so many men; when push came to shove, her mother's resistance bled away and she accepted her role.

A circuit breaker popped in her head and the intelligent, controlled Trish went away, leaving something a whole lot more animal and hedonistic. Suddenly, she was panting. "I... don't know if I could suggest anything better," she gasped. She reached around behind her, instinctively feeling for his hot probe.

In the darkness at the back of the room, Damian whispered, "Is Rain Man gonna have trouble?"

"No," Toby whispered back. "He took charge -- and she likes it, actually. She just rolled over. She's gonna fuck like a mink -- you watch."

"And Sonya?"

"That's hairier -- but she's got this fatalist thing -- oriental religion, maybe. Rick's got her under control, too."

"So everybody's taken care of?" Damian was getting antsy; the things going on in the room were too stimulating -- he wanted out of there. Besides, he had a plan...

"Well, Teela isn't. She's about to go nuts -- and Rick doesn't need the help..." Toby observed.

It was true; Teela was sniffing around Rick and Sonya like a bird dog, looking for a place to insert herself -- and getting in the way.

Alyssa was amusing herself by watching Trish squirm under her big brother's hands when a voice erupted from the darkness, "Alyssa!"

"Yes, D-- Yes?"

"Go suck on Teela's twat for a while."

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"But..."

"Do it, or you'll be sucking cum out of every twat in the room -- with my dick up your ass!"

"Yes, D-- Okay!" Alyssa presented herself to Teela, "Where do you want to...?"

"On the pool table," Teela directed. "I don't want to miss anything. Let's get a mat." Turning to face the darkness, she yelled, "Thanks!"

"No problem. You've been a big help!" Damian's voice came back.

Both of the other girls heard this, and it provided further evidence of their predicament to both of them. In addition, Trish could see Alyssa's reaction, including the way she cocked her head when summoned. 'Her master's voice,' flickered through Trish's brain at the sight... The fact that Alyssa believed that the owner of the anonymous voice would follow through on his threats was equally obvious. The other implications were pretty clear... "Randy?" Trish husked. "Forget what I said. I'll be good."

"I know you will." Randy's tone said that she had no choice. "Now, what else is there? You're gonna cum BEFORE I fuck you!"

Trish was gasping already. "You could... touch it directly... I guess..."

'Gently' went without saying -- but Randy was already being gentle. Trish had a big clit and Randy's finger attacking it directly found it up and out and suffused with blood -- and HIGHLY sensitive! "OOOOOHHHH!" Trish moaned, swaying under the sensory assault.

"Lie down," Randy directed, and Trish almost fell flat on her face. "On your back," he added. Trish rolled over. Randy perched himself on one side of her, getting her to raise he knees, then he reached in and captured her clitoral hood between his first two fingers and began dragging his thumb up and down against the raw nub.

Trish went ballistic! "Oh, GOD!" She started bouncing her hips, trying to anticipate his movements.

"Play with your tits," Randy directed, continuing to work her clit and probing her vaginal opening with a finger of his other hand. Trish's eyes got huge and her mouth opened, but nothing intelligible came out -- just a series of loud moans.

Sonya heard this, but she was busy herself, whining quietly into Rick's neck. Her clit felt like someone had dosed it with itching powder and not only was it driving her nuts, it felt like it had swollen to three times its usual size. Only the anonymous guy's fingers could help her -- and they were all over her twat, probing her hole and rubbing her clit and inner lips. His lips on her neck and his other hand, run behind her and under her arm to attack her right breast, added fuel to the fire. She was sitting tailor-fashion on the mat, rubbing the upper arm attached to the hand ravishing her twat with one hand and squeezing and rubbing his cock with the other. This guy's cock was different -- no loose skin -- but it liked being rubbed... "Tell me when you're ready," his voice husked in her ear while a finger drove into her to palm depth -- and Sonya instinctively pushed downward, trying to capture more. She wanted a dick -- bad -- but she was afraid that it wouldn't be as good as what was happening to her. THAT had to continue -- until... "UUUUUUHHHHH!!!" Sonya leaned in and bit Rick's shoulder -- HARD -- as orgasm raced through her.

"SHIT!" Rick rasped, but he hunched the shoulder and she let go -- there was more than adequate evidence that she hadn't done it on purpose; her whole body was undulating and her pussy was pulsing under his hand.

"Sorry!" she gasped, then leaned in licking and sucking the injured area. "Omigawd! That was... amazing..."

Teela watched this from her perch atop the pool table. She was bolt upright on her elbows with her knees up and spread, feet on the table edge, facing her boyfriend and the girl he was working over while she enjoyed the wash of Alyssa's tongue on her twat. Alyssa had helped her put a mat up there and crawl on, then almost balked when the time came to do her job -- but a hand on her neck and a hiss of "Damian will make you suck every girl in the group -- on their period!" convinced her that it was time to GIVE cunnilingus, rather than just taking it. Now, Alyssa, past her initial reticence, was doing a fine job -- as only a girl who has gotten numerous tongue rides can...

Teela could tell that Sonya had cum for a distance of several feet. "Time to poke her, Lover!" she caroled. "Give the little girl a ride!" Then more close-in concerns intruded... "Oh, GAWD! THERE! YES! YES!" Teela's eyes rolled up and Alyssa found her head pinned to Teela's crotch by a pair of clawed hands.

Damian had seen enough. "You got this?" he whispered to Toby.

Toby pulled himself back from somewhere. "Yeah. It's on track."

"I'm outta here, then."

"Check on me, after," Toby enjoined him. "I might get caught up..."

"You got it." Damian got up, silently padded to the inside stairwell, and headed up.

The sounds of at least two other orgasms in progress rolled Trish right over her peak. "AWWWW, JEEEEZUS!" she wailed, eyes bulging as her ass and pussy went wild under Randy's hands. She hunched herself against his probing fingers, trying instinctively to take them cervix-deep for a good fifteen seconds before flopping back, gasping.

"Time for the main event," Randy grunted, and hauled her legs onto his forearms and, without further ado, seated his cock at her opening and pushed.

If she'd been totally cherry, the penetration would no doubt have been very unpleasant -- but fingers and hairbrush handles -- even a borrowed dildo, not to mention Dirk's tongue -- had been in there. Randy's cock was bigger than anything else to date and she CERTAINLY was aware of it as it pressed into her, spreading her vaginal canal open -- but it wasn't remarkably painful. "UUUUUUHHHH!" was all she got out, but there were layers and layers of sensation to the penetration. Her vaginal opening clutched at him but couldn't deny him entry; his foreskin allowed him to ignore the friction as his cock telescoped past the point where her inner muscles held the loose skin in place, spreading her inner folds. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before -- an invasion into her very core -- but when he began to withdraw, the feeling of emptiness that replaced him made her open her mouth to beg his return.

That, however, wasn't necessary, as his probe was back before she could say anything. And gone again. And back. And gone...

"Hold your knees," Randy directed, when his rhythm was established. Trish never gave any thought to being uncooperative -- and was rewarded by the feel of his hands on her sensitive breasts. "So... how... is... it?" he asked between pounding strokes.

Trish's eyes were HUGE! "Don't stop! Please, GAWD, DON'T STOP!"

"Time to fuck," Rick observed. "I'm going to lie down here on my back. You climb on top and settle on it -- that way you can control things and it won't hurt as bad, okay?"

"Okay." Sonya was drenched in sex -- every sound, every sight, every smell in the room had sex in it. If Rick had suggested that they go lay out in the street in front of the house and wait for a car to hit them, she'd have agreed. This? Simple! She couldn't wait! Rick went flat and she climbed atop him without hesitation, grabbing his member and seating it at her opening.

After that, things got a bit tougher. He was big and she was small and no matter how wet she was, it seemed like he was shredding her opening. "Not going in..." she grated.

"It's your cherry," Rick advised. "It'll feel like I'm tearing you up, but it'll only be a little bit of membrane. Press..."

"I don't think I can..." Sonya didn't have the guts.

"Okay. Look at me. Hold my hands..." Rick lunged up into her.

"AAIIIEEEEEE!" 'Oh, God -- I'm ruined!' Sonya reached down to feel how badly ripped she was, but all she could feel was the cock wedged in her opening. The guy wasn't letting her get up, either!

"Sit there!" he barked. "Relax! It'll feel better in a minute if you don't get stupid!"

"No!" She fought him, but he was stronger.

"Don't make me ram it deep so I can free my hands to hold you!" he warned. Sonya froze. "The damage is done," Rick soothed. "Now relax and we can move on to the fun part. Hear that?" Trish was babbling in obvious joy in the background. "Relax and we'll get there." He held one forearm while reaching into the point where they were joined to find her clit and rub it. "Relax and you'll loosen up. Once that's done, things will get a LOT better, I promise!"

She didn't believe him, but she had no choice -- she wasn't going anywhere. After about thirty seconds, things DID seem to damp down. "Now move," he directed. "Up and down -- just a little. We'll get to more, later." She tried it -- barely moving at all, actually -- but after a couple of bounces, things seemed to ease up some. "Take more as you can," the guy advised. "Pretty soon, you'll be taking it all in."

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up, down. Up, down, up. Down, up, down. Up, down, up, down, up, down... It WAS getting easier -- and more comfortable. In fact... Yeah, it definitely felt good, now. A bit more... Ninety seconds later, her pubic bone hit Rick's for the first time. "I'm in. You okay?" Rick gasped, thinking 'God, she's tight!'

"Uh huh." Somewhere along the line, the bouncing up and down had assumed some urgency. Her clit was stiff and itchy and her insides were absolutely LOVING the rubbing they were getting...

Rick was somewhat amazed with her; aside from loud breathing through distended nostrils and the occasional quiet whine, Sonya made no sound -- even when she shuddered and her eyes rolled up in orgasm. She did that twice before the tickle in his cock reached the point of overriding everything else. "I'm gonna cum, now," he gasped quietly -- something almost drowned out by Teela's third tongue-induced orgasm. Sonya nodded, eyes locked with his as he strained and grunted and his cock flooded her narrow tunnel, then she lowered herself atop him for a post-coital cuddle.