Chapter 36

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

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

Bonita looked flustered. "T--Terence?"

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

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

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

"Yes, Damian." Bonita nodded.

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

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

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

"Damian?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But he can, right?"

"Well, yes."

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

"What about Hank and Toby?"

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

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

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

"Does it bother you?" Bonita asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, why?" Damian asked, bemused.

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

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

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

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

"You know I love you..."

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

Damian took the rebuke and looked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pa! Goddammit!" Terence rasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alyssa covered her face.

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

"Sometimes," Bonita admitted.

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

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

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

"Bonita."

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It might be," Alyssa said quietly.

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

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

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

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

"Huh? Who's this?"

"Damian."

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

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

"That's Fred, right?"

"Right."

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

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

"I'll be out front."

"Cool."

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

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

"He give you any shit?" Damian asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She'd better," Damian eyed Alyssa.

"I'm impressed," Fred rumbled.

"Thanks," Damian grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?"

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

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

"Don't be mean."

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

"Uh huh. Just like this."