Chapter 43

"Somebody who wanted to watch," Damian replied calmly to Fred's somewhat irritated inquiry as to who was peeping at him through the glory hole in Booth Three.

"You knew?" Fred asked.

"Yeah," Damian admitted. "It didn't seem important. Make her pay admission, why don't you? Have her blow you, or something."

"Good idea," Fred grunted. He strode over to the wall and stuck his messy dick through the glory hole. "Suck!"

The bitch on the other side of the wall was a surprise; basically, she swallowed him whole after damned little run-up -- and kept at it! Fred got clean, quick -- and he didn't go soft. After a minute or so, Fred pulled out, saying, "You don't get to keep it; I promised Sweet Thang."

When he turned around, he found that Terence had tossed a towel over the cone covering the girl's head to keep them from seeing one another while he was in front of her. Fred grimaced and went around behind to set Trish up for Round Two. "I'm back, Sweet Thang. You ready?"

"Uh, yeah, okay..." Given a couple of minutes to cool down, Trish wasn't quite as hot on the whole thing -- but on the other hand, Round One had certainly exceeded expectations... She assumed her original somewhat spread stance and Fred nosed his cock between her gooey pussy lips. This time there was no real requirement to open her up or see to lubrication, so Fred sheathed his cock in pussy flesh and started pumping.

"Ooog!" The initial penetration powered through the resistance offered by Trish's somewhat recovered vaginal passage, surprising her; hadn't he been in there just recently? Of course he had -- he was just big, that was all... The guy must have been tall, because the next thing he did was bend over her back and grab a double-handful of her sensitive breasts -- and he didn't lose much of his stroke in doing it!

That just amplified things for Trish; her nipples and her clit had a direct connection with a lot of bandwidth -- and they were all under attack! "Oh, yes! Umm! Umm!"

"You like your titties played with, there, Sweet Thang?" Fred gasped.

"Uh... huh... Ogod..." In twenty seconds, she'd gone from standing there, empty, wondering whether she really wanted to fuck again to teetering on the razor's edge, about to lose control. "Gonna... cum... OH, GAAAAWD!" Control was ripped from her and replaced by waves of pleasure, the hot shaft thundering in and out of her tunnel a battering ram that built on the pressure provided by her buzzing clitoris and nipples and smashed through her meager defenses, flooding her mind with joy. Trish gave herself up to it and forgot all about being bent over horizontal with her neck and both wrists clamped in place, wailing, "OH! FUCK! MEEEE!!!" and doing her damnedest to push her bubble butt back to get more of that plunger of pleasure.

"Well, now -- bein' you asked..." Fred jacked up the pace a bit, squeezing and molding her breasts. That brought her through her orgasm, through the aftermath, and back up the slope and over the peak of a second before Fred couldn't maintain the pace any more and settled back, letting go of her breasts. "Sorry -- I ain't twenty no more," Fred apologized. "We're gonna have to take it a little easier, now..." But he shifted his stroke, going from a straight, heavy pounding to a cycle of short and long strokes, changing angles and rhythms. It was just as good for Trish and actually better for Fred, who, now that he'd dropped a load and really hadn't had serious recovery time, needed his energy AND a lot of friction on those most sensitive areas at the base of his glans to bring him through to his second nut.

It took several more minutes; the clench of Trish's vaginal walls when she attained orgasm was the best time for him, but she wasn't IN orgasm constantly, so he missed it a couple of times. But when she let go the fourth time, Fred was on the cusp, and a couple of well-timed squeezes of her breasts kept her pulsing long enough to provide him with his trigger, and he blew his second wad of the night into the well-upholstered teen. "YAAAAHH!!!! GODDAMN, that's a hot twat!" The shooting phase of his cum over, Fred staggered back, rubbing on Trish's ass. "That was some fine shit, Sweet Thang. You're gonna make some little dickhead very happy!" Then he returned to the glory hole, gasping, "Awright, pay up! Clean me up, you!"

The mouth on the other side of the wall was more than willing, apparently -- she played his cum-sensitive dick like a virtuoso, extending the agony and the ecstasy of his second nut for another two minutes while cleaning his cum from the shaft and milking him for the remains. "Awright!" he gasped, pulling free when he could no longer stand the exquisite sensations. He hammered on the wall, "You're gonna give it up to me sometime, aren't ya, there, Gloryhole Slut?"

"I might," Beth's voice replied from inside the booth. "I certainly might."

"Well, you're a helluva cocksucker. Thanks!" He staggered back behind Trish and rubbed her ass again. "Thank YOU, too, Sweet Thang -- that's the best fuck I've had in a LOONG time!"

Terence again removed the towel hastily put in place to retain her anonymity, and Trish answered, "Thank YOU, Sir!"

"Awright," Fred announced, "I'm gonna get dressed and get outta here. Y'all keep up the good work!" He headed off to the laundry room to dress.

Damian closed the curtain while Terence undid Trish. "How you doing?"

"I'm... fine..." Trish was cramped here and there and staggered a bit, but mostly she was in recovery from what had turned out to be great sex.

"Here.." Terence handed her the towel to sop at her runny crotch and went over to open the door of Booth Three.

Beth grabbed his forearm, her hand a claw, "I need another fuck!"

Terence shot a glance at Damian, who grimaced. "I was gonna go up and tear off a piece of Candace..." The problem, in a nutshell, was that Fred had to get home, and Trish had to get home -- without seeing each other or where they were. If the Carter boys wanted to fuck other women -- or vice versa -- it needed to happen after that...

But there was another resource on-site -- one that could handle Trish, anyway. "Put your clothes on," Damian told Trish, "I'll be right back." He headed upstairs.

Terence opened his mouth to say something to Beth, but she was already bending over and sticking her various appendages in the holes in the pillory. "Hook me up, please?" Trish dressed watching the crazy woman getting herself locked down. Not certain how things were going to go, Terence limited himself momentarily to mauling her breasts and fingering her twat.

Lon looked up from where he was sitting on the couch with Sally draped over his lap; he'd put salve on her web of welts and they'd just stayed like that, watching TV. "Hey."

"Hey," Damian returned. "Got a transport problem. Beth wants some dick and Pa and Trish need to get gone. With Big Bro out..." he shrugged. "Actually, I was gonna chase down Candace, but we've run out of bodies."

Lon rubbed his jaw. "I can't help with your old man, so I don't see any way to fix that -- except you coming back. Technically, Trish can wait -- which means you don't need us -- but I guess I can handle her on the way when I take Sally home."

"Okay, cool," Damian nodded. "I'll be back."

Lon grinned evilly, "I won't warn her."

Damian hit the bottom of the stairs and waved a finger, "Bro! Do her up! Big L will take care of that one if she needs to go before you finish. I'll take Pa in the van; you bring home the truck -- before dawn, right?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Terence grinned and shucked out of his sweatpants. "Here it comes!"

Fred was waiting on the other side of the curtain. "Your brother strokin' that noisy bitch again?"

"She gets excited easily -- and takes a lot of dick," Damian replied, leading him up the stairs. "You know how it is."

"Fuck, I wish..." Fred let his younger son bundle him into the back of the van.

Beth turned out to want a lot; Trish's eyes got bigger and bigger, watching. By the time Lon and Sally came down to collect Trish, Beth was blindfolded and wearing fishing weights attached to both nipples by alligator clips. Terence had inserted a ball gag in her mouth as the last item, only after sliding a vibrator in her pussy and getting it running, too. And he was fucking her ass and delivering the occasional half-hearted swat. The noises Beth was making around the gag said she was in nirvana somewhere...

"I bet you're not doing that hard enough," Lon observed, watching Terence's delivery of a swat on Beth's ass.

"Probably not," Terence sighed. "That part just isn't me."

"You can't kill her with a hand on her ass," Lon replied, "and you know she wants it." He waved Sally over and pointed at Beth's hanging breasts and the fishing weights. "Bat those around a bit." Sally looked like she was going to question things, but then she nodded and knelt beside Beth and set the weights swinging. Lon, for his part, stepped up beside the older woman and swatted her ass soundly.

Beth let out a noise that Terence couldn't identify and he got worried. "Take out the gag," he instructed Trish.

Trish moved up and gingerly unbuckled the gag. Beth spit the spit-slimed ball into her hand and yelled, "Do that again!"

That pretty much firmed things; Lon and Sally abused her and Terence fucked her ass and Beth had three more screaming orgasms before Terence flooded her colon with semen. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Beth gasped, sagging in her restraints, "I haven't been used like that in..." She didn't really have to finish.

Lon nodded Trish toward the door, taking a hood with him. Outside, he pointed to his car. "Go in the back seat. If you stay in the floorboards and be good, we'll leave off the hood." Trish nodded and went meekly; Sally sat in the seat, pinning her down with her legs as an additional security measure until they got to Trish's neighborhood, where they let her up to help with navigation. "Hope you had a good time," Lon said sardonically as Trish got out of the car. Trish's mouth popped open, but she couldn't think of a thing to say as he drove away.

Phyllis Horner looked up from the TV as Trish waddled through the door; something about her gait bothered her. "How was the movie, Baby?"

"Oh, fine. Yeah, fine..." Trish was obviously distracted, too; her little sister Lillian glanced up to see what was going on. The boys continued to zone in on the TV, oblivious.

"Well, come kiss me good night," Phyllis said. The obvious course was to ask her about the movie, but Trish probably already had a canned answer and would be alerted to her suspicions, so Phyllis settled for more subtle detective work. Trish leaned down to kiss her cheek, and Phyllis got a mixed whiff of male sweat and sex. THAT crystallized the issue with Trish's gait -- she'd just been fucked -- but good! Phyllis said nothing, not wanting Lillian to get wind of things, and let her eldest daughter head on off to her room. A few moments later, Phyllis heaved her bulk out of her chair and headed there, too, unnoticed by Lillian.

Trish was undoing her bra, having removed her top, when her mother's voice sounded behind her, "So, who you fuckin'?"

Trish's heart leaped into her throat, interfering with her breathing. She spun to confront her mother, eyes huge and opened her mouth -- but nothing came out.

"Come on, Baby. You smell like a man. In fact, you smell like somebody poured about a quart of cum on you -- or in you! And you're walkin' like you took on a baseball bat! Come clean..." Phyllis eyed her daughter, waiting. "Who was it?"

"I don't know," Trish said, hollowly.

"You don't know?"

"I never saw his face."

"Was you raped, Baby?" Suddenly Phyllis was all concerned mother.

Trish thought about it some before responding, "No. I volunteered, sort of."

"There's a shitload of stuff you ain't telling me, Girl!"

"I CAN'T Mom! I just CAN'T!" Trish wailed.

"And why not?" Phyllis waved her hands for Trish to pipe down; the other children REALLY didn't need to be in on this conversation. She came forward and closed the door behind her.

Trish took a breath and steadied down. "Because if I tell you and I don't do a good enough job of explaining and you fly off the handle and want to say things or do things, bad things will happen."

"This doesn't sound like just a boy," Phyllis inferred.

"You're right -- it isn't."

"Is any of it illegal?" Phyllis asked.

"Yes." Trish drew a breath. "Mom, I can't play twenty questions, either."

"Do you need help? Are you in serious trouble?" Phyllis asked.

Trish thought about it -- hard. How bad WERE things, when you got past the scare tactics and such designed to keep her from getting what was apparently a lot of people in trouble -- for having sex, basically? "No. Look, I need permission to talk to you about this. Can we discuss it tomorrow?"

If Trish had just said "No" without any thought, Phyllis would NOT have backed off, because the REAL answer would have been "Yes." But she HAD thought about it -- for several seconds -- and decided to say no -- so the danger wasn't immediate, anyway... "All right, but we WILL discuss this tomorrow. You come to the diner on my lunch hour..."

Trish nodded. "Yes, Mom." That was great; it was a neutral location.

"All right, then. Take a bath -- you smell like you had sex with the football team." Phyllis backed out of the room.

Trish waited a few seconds then checked to see if her mother had really left -- but the hallway was clear, surprisingly, so she reached for her phone...

Phyllis was canny enough to wait out of sight until Trish's door opened; after that, she moved silently back to a position where she could listen in...

Trish called Alyssa. "Alyssa! Mom's onto me! I came home all smelly from the clubhouse and she caught me! What do I do?"

"What DID you do?" Alyssa asked.

"When? There? Or with Mom?" Trish asked, confused.

"There, I guess."

"They took me over there and had me fuck this guy. I was in some... thing... and couldn't move much and never even saw him!"

"No kidding! How was it? Bad, like last time?"

"No, he was, well, real good, actually. I must've cum a dozen times!" Trish replied. "But that won't help me with Mom! Help!"

"We'll think of something," Alyssa placated her.

"Well, do it before Mom's lunch break tomorrow -- I have to tell her something then, and the truth is just 'way too embarrassing!"

"We'll fix it, somehow. Bye!" Alyssa headed for her big brother's room, shouting "Randy!"

Uncharacteristically, Rick took a sexual matter to his mother. "Mom, do you know if any of the ladies might be interested in doing an older guy? Teela's dad..."

Jean's response was even more surprising, "Well, I'm not busy tomorrow..."

To say that Rick was surprised would be understatement.

Lon and Sally were sitting in Lon's car, out in front of Sally's house. Lon was staring out the windshield. "I used to think we had no limits," he said tonelessly. "Now..."

"I can't set them," Sally replied softly. "You might need to do that again someday. I just hope it's for good reason."

Lon nodded, sighed. "Come here, Babe. Kiss me good night." She leaned in and nothing appeared to have changed as far as the quality of her response. Lon let her go and drove away, hoping it was true.

Randy caught Damian just after he arrived home. Damian spoke briefly to Louise, then headed for the Hayes residence in the van while Fred was in the shower; what Fred had done that evening was NOT a subject of conversation. On the way, he called Toby; he felt pretty confident dealing with girls, but enraged parents required more skill, and Damian believed in Toby's powers. "Get Adele and Alyssa," Toby instructed. "We might need Adele, and Trish might need Alyssa. Does Ms. Horner know Adele?"

"Dunno. I'll ask." Damian called Randy back, which caused a relay of questions to Trish...

"Does your mama know ours?" Randy asked Trish.

"Not that I know of," Trish replied, perplexed.

"Okay. Do you guys lock all your doors at night?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Wait until your mama goes to bed and unlock the back door," Randy advised. "We're gonna settle things for her early, but we want to be able to get inside before the fireworks start."

"Nobody is gonna get hurt, are they?" Trish asked, worried.

"No, nothing like that. This is more about us being quiet for your sister and brothers, okay?"

"Okay," Trish said faintly.

Trish had serious concerns but zero choices, so she padded into the kitchen just after midnight and unlocked the back door. Sleep wasn't going to be easy.

Damian picked up Toby before going on to the Hayes. "Seems like we're batting a thousand for worried mamas this week," he muttered. "You can shut this down, right?"

"Probably." Toby hadn't run into a woman he couldn't influence since his powers truly manifested, but he still had issues with 'adjusting' them too much, even for their own good.

"Good. I don't wanna take all night. I WAS gonna knock a piece off of Candace..." Damian sighed as he kissed THAT goodbye...

"What do you need ME for?" Adele wanted to know.

"Legitimacy," Toby told her. "A bunch of young boys are going to tell this woman a bunch of things she won't want to hear. You're going to be there to impress upon her that we're serious."

"Oh." Adele grimaced, remembering how she'd acted. "When am I gonna sleep? If you guys pull some kind of all-nighter, YOU can sleep in the next morning..."

"We'll make it as short as we can," Toby placated. "If it runs overlong and you're not needed, you can crash somewhere there, okay?"

"Okay." Adele puffed a sigh. "You guys owe ME, too, you know..."

"Make a note," Damian said to Randy.

It was just before two a.m. when someone woke Phyllis out of a sound sleep by shaking her arm. "Wakey wakey!"

Phyllis' eyes opened, then her mouth -- but that was promptly filled by a rubber ball and had a hand clamped over it. Her arms, she discovered, had a body apiece holding them down. The white boy wearing the mask hovering over her said, "Quiet! Want to wake up the kids?"

That really didn't calm her; she thrashed around some until Trish came forward and put her hand on her chest. "Stop it, Mom! You wanted answers -- well, they're here to give them to you! We figured it would be best if it was done quietly..."

Phyllis subsided, glaring. "Hold still and cooperate!" the white boy said; Phyllis really didn't know why she complied, but she didn't fight the two boys who raised her arms and put her wrists together. There was a quick wrapping motion and she couldn't separate them; by then, she had her senses back and tried. "This is just to protect us all from silliness," the white boy said. "You're going to be fine, but you need to hear us out before you go yelling and asking loud questions and interrupting and trying to bash on people, understand? Just nod."

Phyllis, glaring furiously, nodded. The boys snatched down the bedcovers, baring her in her flannel nightie. Phyllis reared up and howled and started kicking her legs, but they managed to collect them and wrap her ankles and haul the wrappings tight against the footboard of the bed. Phyllis fought and tried to yell and her blood pressure went through the roof; she started seeing spots before her eyes, but was gamely fighting on when the white boy said, "Stop that! You're killing yourself! Settle down!" -- and she just froze and flopped back on the bed like he'd cut her strings... Suddenly, she was preternaturally calm -- but she watched him like a hawk, because her body was obeying HIM, not her! "Now, WE'RE gonna talk, and YOU'RE gonna listen, understand? Nod..."

Phyllis nodded and Toby breathed a sigh of relief. The look on her face said that the woman KNEW she was being manipulated; he really didn't want everyone in the room to know it, too.

"Okay, then. Trish, we're done with you. Why don't you girls go to your room and take it easy. We'll come get you if anything happens." Toby waved at Alyssa and she led Trish out. Turning to Phyllis, he said, "Now, if we're all comfy, I'll explain what's going on."

Phyllis just looked at him. Toby made sure he hadn't disconnected her nervous system or anything, then began, "Trish has joined a club -- a sex club, if you want to call it something in particular. Now, for the record, she didn't volunteer, but I think she's starting to see the up-side of the whole deal." Since he could read her mind, the next question was easily determined... "So, you're asking yourself, why is she a member of this club if she didn't volunteer? Well, the answer is pretty easy, actually -- she did something she shouldn't have and got caught -- and is being blackmailed over it. See? Simple." He turned to Adele. "Laptop, please."

This was Phyllis' first intimation that another woman was in the room. Adele silently brought the laptop forward and placed it atop Phyllis' forearms, then withdrew. Damian and Randy were holding Phyllis' arms down, but Toby still needed a hand. "Please hold still -- you'll want to see this to understand everything." That said, he lifted one of the hands trapping the ball gag in Phyllis' mouth and started the computer -- which came up quickly, since it had only been hibernated. "Sorry, no popcorn," he joked, then started a video clip.

The webcam capture was a silent movie, but one picture was worth a thousand words. Toby had deliberately created the clip with some lesbian activity in the early parts to lull Phyllis into a false sense of security before Dirk appeared on the scene. It worked. Phyllis' mind reeled from the shock of watching her daughter being eaten out by a dog.

When it was over, Toby shut down the laptop. "As you can see, the video is damning. That's definitely Trish and she's definitely engaged not only in lesbian acts, but bestiality with a dog. The first is merely embarrassing, but the second is VERY illegal, you know? Nod your head..."

Crestfallen, Phyllis nodded.

"All in all," Toby continued, "we felt that it would be better if she was introduced to boys -- so we did that. And, we've kind of taken charge of her social life in order to keep her on the right track. Since we're a close-knit group and kind of secretive, Trish gets to enjoy sex without everyone in school knowing about it and calling her a slut. Everybody wins." He let up on her mouth and held out his hand for her to spit the ball gag into. "Questions?"

Phyllis spat out the ball and worked her jaw for a moment. "How extreme is this? What are you having her do?"

"She's having sex with boys and men. We don't drag anyone in off the street or anything, and it's not for money. And she's not alone -- ever. We try to be safe and sane -- but she's getting the full gamut of experiences."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't think she's a virgin anywhere, any more..." Toby looked around for confirmation. "Well, maybe anally -- but we'll fix that."

"That's fuckin' awful!"

"It doesn't have to be," Toby replied, unfazed. "I know women who like it. Of course, it CAN be..." He cocked his head. "You like anal sex, don't you?"

"I... That's none of your business!" Phyllis sputtered.

"It might be."

'He's threatening me,' Phyllis thought. 'He's threatening Trish.' Very carefully, she asked, "What do you want from me?"

"At a mimimum?" Toby asked. "I want you to let it ride. Let us have her. Let her go when we call for her. Don't attempt to interfere or go to the authorities."

"And what if I can't do that?" Phyllis asked.

"What part? Non-interference, or going to the authorities?" Toby asked.

Mildly confused, Phyllis said, "Going to the authorities."

"Then ugly things happen. We have plenty of video of Trish doing all kinds of sexual activity -- plenty to discredit any wild tales of her being abused by some hazy group of unknown origin -- and we have the bestiality video, which would land her in Juvie as a minimum and might bring Child Protective Services around to take your OTHER children away, presented properly." Toby eyed her. "Come on, Phyllis -- you're a smart cookie. Obviously, Trish would take the fall for your stubbornness, and the shockwaves would reach out to Lillian and her brothers, too, not to mention you. It's just fucking and sucking... YOU like that, I'm told."

'Why does he keep coming back to that kind of thing?' Phyllis wondered. "You said that letting things ride is the minimum. What else is there?"

"If you're worried about Trish -- or even if you're not -- you can... participate," Toby replied.

"What?"

"He's sayin' you can put your pussy between hers and some big, ugly dick on occasion, if you think it'll help," Damian sniggered.

"Well, I'm not sure we'd allow you to just take over her job, but you might lighten her load," Toby replied. "Four children by four different men -- I'd say you like variety. You might find you're enjoying yourself." He paused. "By now, it may have occurred to you that since we have a lock on Trish, we have a corresponding lock on you..."

'And on Lillian and Alonzo, and Luther...' Phyllis thought.

"Let's not mix the little kids in this," Toby said blandly. Phyllis gasped. Toby chuckled. "I can read your face like a book -- you'd be an awful liar." Phyllis didn't buy the face-reading bit -- and Toby's expression said he didn't expect her to. "The point is, you've become a club member more or less by default -- with full benefits."

Again, Phyllis had no problem understanding his implication. "So, I'm in the pool, right? But in the pool isn't..." She broke off, staring, as one of the black boys slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and under her nightie.

"Fucked?" the culprit -- Damian -- finished her thought. "I was planning on dipping something else tonight, but that opportunity is long gone -- and since you're the reason, I figure it's only fair if you ante up..." His finger slid under the legband of Phyllis' panties. "Furry, ain't you?"

Phyllis flicked her eyes to Toby. "I thought you said I had a choice."

"Let's say, after tonight you have a choice," Toby amended. "Tonight, you need to go through the initiation process."

Meanwhile, Damian's finger penetrated her, slipping between her nether lips and into her tunnel. He pumped it into her a couple of times, finding her to be adequately lubricated for that, at least, then withdrew it enough to sweep it upward in her slot, questing for her clitoral hood. "I hope you don't have a sentimental attachment to them panties, because they're in the way," Damian said matter-of-factly.

Phyllis didn't even look at Damian; she was watching Toby like a rabbit watches a rattlesnake. "I can't fight you, can I?" she asked, her question bearing an extra meaning between them.

"No," Toby replied simply. It was all he needed to say. "Raise your arms above your head," he added. Phyllis didn't bother to argue. He reached in and cupped a large, heavy breast. Phyllis was a bit larger than Trish in every dimension, probably seventy-five pounds worth; she ran to 44DD on top. "It'll make life easier if you go with the flow."

When your choices are 'volunteer' and 'be forced', volunteering leaves you options open -- and Phyllis was smart enough to realize it. "Okay."

Toby turned to Damian and Randy, "Untie her -- we're gonna do it the easy way." Damian was poker-faced, but Randy looked pleased; the hard way would have involved breaking her before releasing her -- and a lot more effort. He'd been expecting another Jiang Yi. The pair released her legs; Toby waited while they did that and assessed her to see if she was going to try anything stupid before undoing her wrists.

"I'm pulling them panties," Damian announced. Phyllis nodded and lifted her ass and then her heels as they passed on the way off.

Toby looked up and made a whirling motion with his finger; Adele broke out the camera. Then he turned to Phyllis, "Might as well get that thing off, too."

Phyllis sat up and pulled the nightie over her head herself, tossing it off to the side. "I'm all yours, I guess. How do you want me?"

"Just flop back. Maybe I'll put a pillow under your ass," Damian replied, thinking, 'Big bitches. The world is FULL of big bitches!'

Just about then, Adele got the camera fired up. "What's she doing?" Phyllis asked.

Toby pulled no punches. "Videoing you having sex with three underage teens for posterity."

"Oh." Phyllis settled back. "Am I gonna enjoy it?"

Toby nodded. "Probably. It's up to you, certainly. None of us is a virgin or anything."

Phyllis looked over at Adele, "Well, get the name right." She turned back to Toby, "I might be a little stiff -- I usually concentrate on one at a time -- and I've never had another woman around..."

Toby shrugged. "There's a first time for everything. This won't be the last." He was watching her; Phyllis was teetering on the edge of a phase shift. Phyllis was highly intelligent -- and highly sexed. And like a lot of people with that combination of traits, when her blood got up, she could rationalize anything. Right now, she was rationalizing the upcoming sex as something absolutely necessary and inescapable -- which left her totally free to enjoy it... He settled a hand on her pillowy right breast and captured the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pressed; the nipple firmed and swelled to thimble-sized and the big areola it sat on shrank to a crinkled mass -- and Phyllis sucked in a big breath. Toby discovered her Achilles Heel -- her breasts were incredibly sensitive, and the door to just about anything else...

Damian got the benefit; Phyllis' pussy went from so-so to well-lubed simultaneously with her nipples hardening. "Well! That's better! Lift them legs and I'll see what I can do with this."

Phyllis did as she was directed, raising and spreading her knees, and watching Damian get out of his more or less inevitable pair of sweatpants -- but her hand was on Toby's arm, more or less to keep his hand in contact with her breast.

Randy got out of the way and Adele stepped up on the other side of the bed to get a better angle on Damian's initial penetration, "Can we turn on a lamp or something?"

"Oh. Yeah..." Phyllis wasn't really there any more; her eyes were tracking Damian's cock, which was on hold while Adele handled production values. Randy ended up turning on the bedside lamp and asking, "How's that?"

"Um, good, I think," Adele replied.

"Get the one by the vanity over there, too," Toby directed.

Things got a whole lot less shadowy -- not that it helped Phyllis figure out who might be behind the masks everyone was wearing. An oddity with the white boy was explained; he was wearing eyeglasses OVER his mask. And the size of the cock on the black boy between her legs became clear, too; she licked her lips, eyeing it. She'd had bigger -- once, maybe. Somehow, the monster dicks in the porn videos had eluded her. She watched it -- felt it -- probe beneath her kinky pubic bush, sliding between her thick outer lips and seating itself at her opening. "You getting this?" the boy asked the woman with the camera.

"Yes. Oh, yes," was her distracted reply -- which got her a look from the white boy.

"R, check the settings on that thing, will you?" he asked the other black boy. The boy took the camera and looked at it, passed it back to the woman and gave the white boy a thumbs up. "Let's get this show on the road, then," the white boy intoned. And the boy with his cock at her entrance snapped his hips.

Phyllis had been somewhat dissociated for the past minute or so, a witness, not a participant, despite the fact that she was being touched and operated on. That ended abruptly when her twat suddenly filled with cock, "Oh!" Phyllis' eyes popped, "Oh, shit!" The cock withdrew, and Phyllis reached up with her free hand, waved it a bit, and settled it on the boy's hand which was bracing him on her knee -- and squeezed.

Damian grinned and snapped back into her. She said, "Uh!" which wasn't clearly indicative of any particular state, but she rolled her hips up to present a flatter plane and better angle of attack. Damian went ahead and got started cycling in and out. Phyllis didn't make brilliant conversation or anything, limiting herself to grunts, mostly, until a little less than a minute in, when she suddenly let out an emphatic "UUUHHHHHHUUUUUUHHHHMMMMM!!!" and started panting like a steam engine. "Shit! Jeezus! Goddamn!" she gasped. "Fuck me!" Then she let go of Toby's arm and reached for the fly of his shorts; clearly, she was up and running...

Phyllis liked dick. Hell, she LOVED dick -- and even though she had better sense, dick could lead her by the nose. If she was male, people would have accused her of thinking with the wrong head; since she wasn't, maybe she thought with her tits. Certainly, they were what usually got her into trouble...

In any case, higher brain function was by the wayside, and Phyllis was looking for the full treatment at this point. The fight to free Toby's cock surprised her -- and the revealed prize surprised her even more! "Jeezus, Baby!" she exclaimed and leaned over to lick at it -- as far as she could without disturbing the perpetual pleasure machine running between her upraised knees. "Gimme that monster!" To be sure it didn't get away, Phyllis slid her hand between Toby's legs and cupped his ass, pulling him forward.

"Get a shot of that," Randy directed Adele as Phyllis slid Toby's glans between her thick lips.

Toby hissed and threw back his head as Phyllis' tongue whirled around his glans. "Wow!"

Phyllis backed off just a bit. "Like that, Baby? When you're as big as I am, you suck dick if you want to get any. This thing is wonderful!" She sucked it back in. She didn't let up when she orgasmed again a minute or so later -- she just let out an impassioned "MMMmmmMMMMmmmMMMMMmmm!!!" around it.

Meanwhile, Damian discovered that he wasn't going to deliver his usual performance; Phyllis' second orgasm put him beyond control. "Dude, get ready," he panted to Randy. "I'm about to blow! AAAAAHHHHH!!!" He went deep and jetted a flood of semen into the big black woman.

Randy got set up and was ready when Damian backed off -- but Adele was avidly videoing Phyllis sucking Toby, her hands shaking. Randy swatted his mother on the arm, "Hey!"

Toby looked up and assessed Adele; she was too much into the scene at this point to be paying any attention to cinematography. Toby sensed a nascent ability in her, similar to his own, just not active; flooded with sex as she was in this environment, Adele could merge with the other participants -- especially the females -- and experience a part of what they were experiencing. It was less telepathic than empathic -- and vestigial -- but it rendered Adele incapable of distancing herself from a sex scene. "We're going to have to settle for two," he advised the other boys. "D, can you take over the video?"

"Yeah."

"I have to go," Toby told Phyllis, withdrawing himself gently from her soft, plush and very talented lips. "Duty calls."

Despite having been relieved of the camera, Adele was floundering around, refusing to give up her bedside location. Damian leaned around her and captured Randy delivering his initial meat injection to Phyllis, anyway, but he was irritated. "Go over where I was," Toby told him. Damian nodded and backed up and circled the bed, presenting his cock to Phyllis and directing, "Clean me up."

Adele was watching this action avidly when Toby stepped up behind her snatched her stretch pants and panties down in one motion, forced her to lean forward onto the bed, then split her fat labia with the head of his cock and punched forward into her already juicy tunnel. Adele's reaction: "Oh, thank God!" Then she started trying to get her feet out of the legs of her pants so Toby had more room to work with.

At that point, it seemed to turn into a contest to see which of the women could moan and grunt the loudest. The males were all virtually silent, except for the occasional quiet gasp -- and Phyllis was somewhat hampered by the fact that she was busy washing Damian's cum and her juices off of his cock -- but they both managed to make a surprising amount of noise for two o'clock in the morning. Toby was glad the door was closed, and only hoped it was enough.

The whole thing didn't last long, in any case; Phyllis had primed Toby to the point that when Adele hit her first explosive orgasm, he went off with her. Phyllis got two from Randy before he lost it, too -- but he pulled out and Damian got this incredible cum-shot; Randy painted the underside of Phyllis' chin and ran a stream from there to her pubes.

Toby turned Adele around and pushed her gently to her knees; she got the idea, leaned in, and started vacuuming his cock. "I think we're about done here, don't you?" he asked the room in general.

"Looks like it," Damian agreed. "R, come over here and try out these lips, Man. I'm gonna get my pants on before I get stupid and go for seconds." His cock was up like a tent pole from Phyllis' attentions.

That lasted a couple of minutes while everyone else got dressed; while Randy was putting himself together, Toby asked, "We have an understanding, do we not? Obviously, we now have something independent of your daughter's foibles to keep you from any foolishness," he nodded at the video camera that Damian was packing away.

"We're, uh, all set," Phyllis agreed. How could she ask them to come back without totally tipping her hand?

She didn't have to. "If you care to uh, volunteer for service duty, say something to your daughter and she can call her friends -- we'll get the word," Toby advised. Not even awaiting her acknowledgement, he turned to the others. "Let's get gone. Everyone needs sleep." They picked up Alyssa in Trish's room and filed out the back door, which Trish locked behind them.

Trish went back to her mother's room and stuck her head in the door. "What happened?"

Phyllis sat up against the headboard and patted a spot beside her. "There wasn't much I could do, it turned out. I got fucked. A lot." She raised an eyebrow. "Dogs?"

"Oh, God..."

"How did THAT happen?"

"Well, I got suckered, the first time," Trish told her mother, embarrassed. "The girls basically tied me up and let him go at me until I wasn't fighting any more. He had a helluva tongue! After that..." She shrugged.

"Well, they pointed out that your little escapade was more than enough to hang both of us," Phyllis sighed. "But then they collected stuff to get a hold on me independent of that -- and I just let them, basically." Why wasn't clear any more, but she was certain it had SOMETHING to do with that white boy. "The only question that seems to be open is whether I want to stay out of it or join in."

"What are you going to do?" Trish asked.

"Are you kidding? After THAT ride? I don't think I have any choice, Baby -- the next time I get a little itchy, I'm gonna end up asking to get scratched..."

"What happened?" Damian asked. Toby was driving the van and Damian was riding shotgun; Randy and Adele and Alyssa were riding in the back.

"She got a little wild and I throttled it -- and I wasn't subtle," Toby replied. "She's a smart cookie -- she knew she was being monkeyed with. Once it became clear that she was screwed, she quit wasting her time. I wiped some of it, but she'll have a healthy respect for me in the future -- and she'll be no trouble. I figure she'll be on booth duty next to her daughter in two weeks, tops."

Damian grinned. "When we get to Rain Man's, I'm gonna stick Alyssa. You probably ought to put it to Adele again, too..."

"Sounds like a plan."