Chapter 4

Toby was the last one out, behind the three happy campers. He tapped on Booth One and said, "Wait five minutes. You did great -- congratulations!" then he followed the others upstairs. He released Sonya, too, telling her to stay behind the curtain and not to answer any of Fred's questions if he found her. "We'll be back as soon as the guys are dropped off," he assured her.

Terence, Clint, and Tad spent the trip telling each other how great it all was. Toby, up front with Randy, had other things to attend to. "Did you call Phyllis?" he asked.

"Yeah," Randy replied. "This taxi service gig is a pain..."

"We'll just get you somebody to fuck, too -- how's that?" Toby offered.

"Cool, I guess. So, who doubled up?" Obviously, everyone got sucked off.

"You don't want to know." Toby needed to get away from Randy and call Lon -- and Louise -- but he had a plan for that...

They dropped the boys -- except for Terence, who went off in the van with Randy, since he had to pick his father up, eventually. In the meantime, they had the mission to pick up Phyllis and deliver her to Coach...

Randy had called her around two, at work. "Tell your kids you're going out tonight," he'd advised her.

"Who is this?" Phyllis had asked.

"Guess. Maybe I did you the other night," Randy had replied. "Dress nice -- but don't wear panties."

Phyllis swallowed. "Really?"

"Really. Be ready when we come for you."

"Okay." This whole thing had Phyllis all twisted up; she was scared, she was horny, she was outraged, she was breathless with anticipation. When she got home, Trish knew instantly that something was up. "Those boys called me at work," she explained. "I'm to... go out with them." She and Trish were communicating better than they had in some time -- she knew that Trish had been sexed -- along with several other girls -- only the day before... "What are they -- insatiable?"

"You never know, Mom," Trish replied carefully. The incident where she was used as payment to the mechanic was still a secret from her mother -- she was just too ashamed.

Phyllis was ready for pickup when the time came; Randy undertook the briefing while Terence drove. "This is an older white guy -- a group member. He's probably gonna treat you really nice -- just go with the flow. Get yours and let him get his -- it's a date, more or less, not like you're a hooker or anything. His son is also a group member -- that could go either way. If you want two, you can get two, probably."

"Do you think I'm a slut?" Phyllis blustered.

"I know you are," Randy replied. "I've got video. Plus, I've fucked your daughter enough to know the apple didn't fall far from the fucking tree! Don't give me a lot of shit, okay? Meet the guy, fuck him, enjoy yourself. Anything else is gravy -- I'm just telling you that there is another opportunity. They've double-teamed a chick before."

"Okay." Being ridden like that by a teenager was hard, but he had the upper hand -- and he'd been polite until she'd gotten stupid. They had her and they had Trish -- and all they wanted was sex. Thus far, that hadn't been so bad...

"Have Trish call Alyssa when you need a ride home," he told her as he escorted her up the walk. He knocked on the door and a bear of a white guy in a brush cut answered. "This is Phyllis, Coach."

"Won't you come in." The guy sounded so... urbane. Phyllis didn't even notice that Randy was gone...

Toby stopped to have a quick word with Lon and examine the catch from the webcam. "You didn't tell me the booths were wired," Lon grumbled.

"I figured it was better close-hold," Toby replied, watching Fred suck Clint on screen. "They're all wired. If we can arrange it, I think Clint and Terence are gonna be a thing."

"Yuck."

"Man, it's not for you to judge," Toby told him.

"How is this gonna fix it?" Lon wanted to know.

"Well, this is for Louise," Toby replied. "but if Clint discovers it was a guy that sucked him, it might loosen him up. Finding out who might not be a good idea, though."

"Okay, so, what's the plan?"

"Make another call to Fred -- soften him up. Tell him what a great job he did -- and suggest that maybe next time he should give up some ass..."

"You're BAD, Man!" Lon chuckled.

"Louise wants a piece of him, bad," Toby replied. "I think he needs to come out, in a limited way."

"What does she REALLY want?"

"She wants to stand there watching while he takes one up the poop chute -- and she wants him to know she's there."

"Why?" Lon scratched his head.

"Because he's been lying about it and it wrecked their marriage," Toby replied.

"How do you know this?"

"We had a long talk." Actually, Toby had dredged most of it from Louise's mind, but Lon wasn't up for hearing that...

"Well, it makes sense," Lon nodded.

"It's all about that," Toby insisted. "Fred's attitude problem comes from him playing tough guy so nobody would figure out that he likes guys."

"Hey, whatever. I'll call him."

"Let me get Sonya out first," Toby cautioned.

Sonya was pretty amazing; she'd hung out, keeping quiet, for a couple of hours, now, from before the suck party straight through until now. Toby motioned her up the inside stairs and brought her to Lon's kitchen, then went back to listen in. Sonya sat quietly sipping a soda...

Fred hadn't been able to meet Tabitha's eyes since he let her out of Booth Two -- despite the fact that she was apparently blissfully unaware of what he did while in Booth One. They were painting again when Fred's cell rang.

"Hey, Boy Lover!" the dreaded voice exclaimed. "Way to go! Did you enjoy that big fat cock?"

"I, uh..." Fred's hand shook. He looked guiltily at Tabitha. Could she hear the phone?

"Dude, I do NOT understand why you worry about that shit so much!" the voice said. "Just suck cock and be done with it, Man. Maybe if you upped some ass a few times, you'd loosen up..." The voice laughed at its joke. "Get it? Loosen up?"

"I get it," Fred croaked.

"Good. You did fine, although I hear you were a little reluctant. Just relax -- it was all nice and anonymous. You know, you could back up to the hole and get a little... One of the girls did," the voice taunted.

"What do you want?" Fred asked.

"More of the same, if we need it," Lon replied. "We'll let you know. One of our other friends likes guys, you know? You can, well, make him happy occasionally."

"Look, I don't think I can..."

"Sure you can, Boy Lover! You'd have been hot over that guy -- like you weren't. I know you don't want your pussy supply cut off, either. Why don't you bend porky little Tabitha over and do her ass and pretend it's a guy? Bye!"

Tabitha had a hard time getting a blowjob out of Fred after that -- he was too shaken.

Toby shook his head in admiration. "I don't know how you do it."

"Well, as bad as I'll probably feel when I get caught, it's too much fun to pass up," Lon replied. "Count me in when you figure out how you're gonna tighten the screws."

"Right." Toby went back to the kitchen to collect Sonya, who followed him obediently out of the house. A light began to dawn about halfway to Sonya's, and he took a look inside her head. 'Uh oh...' No wonder she'd been so cooperative -- he'd been unconsciously heavy-handed with his imperative that she be as quiet as possible. Pulling to the side of the road, he spent ten minutes doing his best to undo the damage. "Are you okay?" he asked at the end of it.

"Yes. Why are we sitting here?" Sonya asked.

"I thought we should talk."

"Oh, okay. What about?"

Toby cast about. "Today, I guess. Was what you had to do an issue?"

"No," Sonya replied. "It was kind of fun, actually -- especially when I turned around."

"Good. You'll probably be doing it again."

"Okay. What about Mom? She gets kind of, well, jealous, I guess, when she does without."

"We'll work something out." Shaking his head, he pulled back into traffic.

"What did you boys have her do?" Jiang Yi fumed.

"Well, have sex with a guy, actually," Toby replied. "A blowjob was the basic requirement..." 'Uh oh.' Toby picked up the vibes.

Jiang Yi had already whirled on her daughter. "You didn't stop there, did you? Haven't you learned?"

"Mom, quit trying to kid people! YOU haven't learned! I've been watching you the last few days -- your crew is scared to death that you're suddenly going to STOP being mellow and start biting again!" Sonya ranted.

"I... You... OH!" Jiang Yi stomped off.

Toby pursed his lips. "I get it. Let me make some calls." There was even perhaps more to things than appeared on the surface; Jiang Yi more or less expected to be shamed or embarrassed sometime before, during, or after sex...

"Randy!"

"Yo. Now what?" Randy sighed.

"What do you think of Sonya's mother?" Toby asked.

"Shit, I dunno. It's okay, I guess."

"Do us all a favor? Hit her place tonight and wear it out? Oh, and don't let her give you any shit, either."

"She on the warpath again?" Randy asked.

"More like the rag. She hasn't gotten a sperm treatment in a couple of days and she's getting cranky."

"Fuck. What about Phyllis?" Randy asked.

"Have Alyssa call me. I'll get her."

"Cool."

Phyllis was fine. Martin had charmed her on contact. They'd talked a bit, then sat on the couch and watched a little television. They didn't rush into anything, but she made herself approachable and Martin slowly reeled her in; both pretended it was seduction. When Martin kissed her neck and fondled her right breast, she surrendered, moaning, "I love having my breasts touched..." Two minutes later they were both out in plain sight and Martin was enjoying them. Phyllis started rubbing Martin's erection through his pants and let go totally. "I want it..."

"That's not a problem..." Martin let go of her long enough to stand and step out of his pants and underwear; Phyllis spent the time removing her top and bra. Then she leaned against him, fondling his thick, meaty cock while he mauled her sensitive boobies.

Phyllis was exotic to Martin in more than one way; not only was there her color, but the smooth if heavy way that she was fleshed. He expected her to be unappetizing, with big, ugly rolls, but instead she was just... plush. Breasts like hers didn't come in contact with his hands every day, either... Phyllis moaned and leaned over to suck in his cock and Martin slid a hand under her skirt to play with her ass -- and found it exposed, no panty covering it. "No panties?"

"The boys said don't wear any," she released his cock long enough to husk.

"This is ridiculous," Martin grunted. "Let's go upstairs and get comfortable."

"Okay." Phyllis was all for it.

Three minutes later, they were on Martin's bed in a sixty-nine, Phyllis on top.

Toby got on the horn to Louise. "Hi, Baby," she replied when he announced himself. She was still at work. "What's up?"

"I've got a little something for you to see," Toby advised. "How about coming home with Mama? You'll be glad you did..."

"Already?" Louise asked.

"We had this beautiful opportunity for a setup," Toby chuckled.

"I'll be there!" Louise trilled.

"Oh, another thing," Toby added. "We need the doctor. Bonita Vasquez isn't on any birth control -- Catholic, you know..."

"Huh." Louise grunted. "We're not on the same shift this week, but Jeannie wants to meet him -- I guess she can pull her weight and handle that, huh? I'll call her."

Toby recognized the undercurrent; Ma wasn't thrilled with the idea of Jean seeing Dr. Rankin, either. Well, it would shake out -- or it wouldn't. Ma seemed to think the doctor could handle her dark side... "Okay. I'll see you later, then." Frowning, he analyzed the too-complicated timetable, then called the Garber home.

Hank answered. "How is your dad doing with Trish's mom?" Toby asked.

"Lemme check." Hank carried the phone upstairs and popped open the door to his father's bedroom. Martin and Phyllis were grunting in harmony to the slap of their pelvises together; Martin was riding Phyllis missionary-style. "Looks pretty good from here."

"Can she stay the night?" Toby asked. "We're running into transport problems here. If Coach could take her home in the morning, it would be a big help."

Hank grinned widely, knowing that he was going to be an interruption -- if he wasn't already. "Hey, Dad, Toby wants to know if you can take Ms. Horner home in the morning."

"What?" Martin had neither heard nor seen Hank -- he nearly jumped a foot.

"Toby says they have trouble arranging her pickup -- and can we take her home when you get done filling her up?"

"Oh." Martin shifted his attention back to his sex partner. "Do you want to stay the night?"

Phyllis, wide-eyed and panting, nodded excitedly.

"Okay, we've got it -- now get the Hell out of here!" Martin barked.

Hank was to busy laughing to be coherent, but Toby had heard Martin's outburst. "Cool!" he closed the call, "Bye!"

Meanwhile, Louise called Jean. "Hello?" Jean answered the phone diffidently; she seldom got phone calls at this hour from anyone but telemarketers.

"Jean? It's Louise, Hon."

"Oh, hi!"

"Baby, we'd like to know if you'd combine a little business and pleasure for us?" Louise asked.

"Like what?" Jean asked, instantly cautious.

"Well, you've been wanting to meet the doctor," Louise replied, "and it just so happens that we need his services. Beth and I aren't on days, though, so we wondered if you wouldn't arrange to pick him up and help him with the examination. Then, of course, you can get cozy with him, if you like..." Beth, in the background, frowned.

"When?"

"The sooner the better, Baby -- tomorrow afternoon after football practice, I imagine. The doctor goes off-shift at three... Call Toby and he'll arrange to have the girl in. Do you need the doctor's number again?"

"No, I have it," Jean confirmed. She'd run out of guts earlier in the day and put off calling him; this gave her a reason to set up a 'date'... "I'll call and see if he is available."

"Thanks, Baby. Let Toby know..."

"I will." Jean didn't like telling Toby she was going to be with another man -- not that he seemed to care, dammit. Louise had to know that... Sighing, she fished Robert's number from her purse.

"Rankin." Robert sat up on the couch to answer his cell.

"Um, Robert? This is Jean Flanders. You don't know me, but I'm in the, uh, group," Jean stumbled.

"Okay..." 'Where is THIS going?'

"Louise asked me to call you. We have a young lady who needs an exam."

"I see." The woman had all of the proper callsigns and code phrases, at least. "When?"

"Tomorrow? After you come off shift?" Jean asked.

"Why didn't Louise call?" Robert asked.

"They're on a different shift this week, so she asked me to help out," Jean replied, pausing before adding nervously. "Besides, I, uh, wanted to meet you."

"Oh." Once again, the correct answers. "Will there be the usual payment?"

"Excuse me? I don't..."

"Um, okay, this is sort of indelicate, but in the past, either the patient has paid, or the nurse has," Robert replied.

'Indelicate?' "How?"

"Well, uh..."

Jean got it. "Sexually?"

"Uhm, yes."

"I'll handle it, then," Jean replied. "It's kind of what I wanted, anyway. I'll pick you up. Where do you live?"

Robert relayed the address for his apartment. "I'll call as I'm leaving the hospital, in case something comes up."

"That will be fine."

"Goodbye, then."

"Goodbye." Jean hung up shakily. "You don't mind if we fuck, do you?" she muttered under her breath. "Why don't I just stand on a street corner in one of Teela's outfits?"

Robert called the ward. "Ward Eight. Carter."

"Louise, do you know a Jean?"

"Yes, Baby. I asked her to call you. She wants in your pants. Did she tell you? She's pretty shy."

"She said something about an exam?"

"Yes, a little Hispanic girl. Very Catholic. Momma and Daddy aren't going to want her on birth control," Louise advised, "but we do."

"Oh, okay. So she's on the up and up?"

"Yes, Baby. You'll like her -- she's tiny and a redhead -- and when she cuts loose, she's a lot of fun, but she's inhibited. Don't get too happy with her, though, or we'll have to put up with Beth crying all the time..." Louise grinned at Beth, who made a fist and waved it at her.

"Well, I won't make promises either way," Robert replied, "but Nurse Tolliver has, um, several unusual things going for her."

"I bet you don't want me to tell her that," Louise simpered.

"Please don't. I haven't gathered the kind of equipment necessary to relieve her of a swelled head," Robert chuckled.

"She probably has everything you need lying around somewhere already," Louise chuckled.

"Maybe," Robert agreed, "but I get the feeling that if I were to go out and acquire my own things, it would enhance her respect for me."

Louise nodded. "You could be right. Bye, Baby!"

"Bye, Louise."

"What did he say?" Beth shrieked.

Louise grinned. "I'm not allowed to tell."

Fred called for recovery at eight; he was ruined for the evening. Tabitha managed to suck his cock, but he was too freaked to do anything for her. They dropped Fred off first; Tabitha took the opportunity to importune Terence to ride her.

"What's up?" Terence grunted.

"He was all freaked out -- I couldn't do anything much," Tabitha related. "I was hoping..."

"Hoping what?"

"Hoping he'd, well, you know. And he didn't!"

"Oh. Well, save it for another day..."

"But I'm HORNY! Pleeease?"

"Here? It's hotter than fuck in the back of this bitch!" Terence complained.

"Maybe we could stop somewhere and open the doors or something?" Tabitha was trying her best to get into Terence's pants.

Terence hammered on the partition. "Pull over!"

Randy did so and came around back. "What the fuck?"

"Tabitha didn't get any and she's all over me." Terence literally put his hand on her face and thrust her back into the depths of the van. "What's up with you?"

"Goin' over to pork Sonya's old lady," Randy replied. "Toby said she's getting cranky. Same shit -- not enough dick."

"Fuck," Terence grunted, thinking. "You staying overnight?"

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Why don't we make it a party?" Terence suggested. "I'll get Cum Bucket, here, to stick her nose in Sonya's slot while I do her -- that should be fun to watch while you pork Mama-san." He waved his hand in front of his face, trying to stir up a breeze. "We gotta get air conditioning back here."

"I'll talk to Ed," Randy grinned. "He likes fucking ol' Cum Bucket."

"Add an intercom," Terence chuckled. "Barking your knuckles on the partition is a bitch!"

"Sweet!"

"I'm gettin' back up front," Terence told Tabitha. "Behave yourself and we'll take care of your shit, okay?"

"Okay."

Terence circled around and got in the passenger door. "We fuckin' created a monster. That bitch wants more dick than we got available." Randy chuckled and pointed the van toward the apartment complex where Jiang Yi and Sonya lived.

Sonya answered the buzzer.

"Sonya? It's Randy and Terence. Open up!"

"Mom's all pissy..."

"We're here to fix it. Open up!"

Sonya buzzed them in and opened the door. Jiang Yi was just bitching, "Well, who is it?" when they trooped through the door. "What do YOU want?"

"Fucked," Randy replied. "And Toby tells me you ain't busy enough. Strip!"

"In my own house?" Jiang Yi howled.

"The sidewalk out front any better?" Randy rasped.

Jiang Yi's eyes popped. "You wouldn't!"

"There's three of us," Randy replied. "She'll do what I tell her, won'tcha?" he asked Tabitha, who nodded, eyes bright. This was one helluva game... "Sonya won't make trouble, willya, Sweetie?" Sonya stood looking indecisive, so Randy added, "like she can do anything about it, anyway..." Sonya shrugged at that point.

Terence swatted Tabitha on her big ass. "Get naked. Sonya, I told Tabitha she had to stick her tongue in your slot to get any dick, so why don't you lie down somewhere and spread your legs for her?"

Sonya glanced at her mother, "Uuhh..."

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Jiang Yi started climbing out of her clothes. "When am I going to learn?"

"We'd all like to know the answer to THAT one!" Randy rasped. "Come here and suck me some..." He lowered his trousers just enough to clear his cock. If Jiang Yi got stupid, he wanted to have pants on.

She didn't. Jiang Yi got out of her clothes quickly and knelt to gently take in Randy's erection. Terence whirled his finger and Sonya undressed, too, and settled onto the rug on her back. Tabitha got down on all fours and crawled to where the smaller Oriental girl lay and stuck her face in her twat. Terence undressed slowly, watching the pair go at it; the expressions on Sonya's face while Tabitha sucked at her clit would have given a statue a woody.

Tabitha surprised him, though, by turning her head and asking, "Um, do you think maybe you could, well, do my ass?" as he knelt up behind her.

"Now?" he grunted.

"Well, sometime."

"I'll think about it." He rubbed his glans along the chubby lips of her pussy, separating them, then fed it slowly into her tunnel. Tabitha made some noises, talking into Sonya's tiny twat, but they carried a note of pleasure, so Terence didn't worry about it any. In moments, he was driving himself into her rhythmically, making her bubble butt shimmy with each stroke.

Jiang Yi watched the others out of the corner of her eye, wishing Randy had gotten down to business. Sucking was all well and good, but it wasn't fucking. Hell, it wasn't even ASS fucking! Randy picked it up, asking, "What?"

"Are you gonna fuck me?"

Randy eyed her. "What if I said no?"

"I guess I'd beg or something."

Randy grinned. "How do you want it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Doggie, missionary, some weird way?"

"Oh." She jacked him while she thought about it. "I guess I don't care as long as it's somewhere comfortable."

"Like?"

"My bed?"

"Let's go." Over his shoulder, Randy told Terence, "Bring that circus to Mama's bedroom when you get a minute." He turned back to Jiang Yi, "You didn't want privacy, too, did ya?"

Jiang Yi grimaced, shrugging. "I guess not."

"In a minute," Terence puffed, waving. Tabitha's fat pussy was turning out to be half-assed decent -- but she was looking like pumping her for a couple of minutes and popping a nut wouldn't satisfy her. She'd already howled into Sonya's pussy once, and was starting to make urgent noises; Terence decided he'd jab her until she came again, then move everybody -- which would give him a respite so he could get control before he climbed back on. He really had no time to wait; Tabitha started squawking and her ass started dancing again in no time -- and he was hard-pressed to get out without dropping a load in her, given the way she made the thing move! "Awright!" he grunted, backing off and swatting her rounded rump. "We're moving!"

In the bedroom, Jiang Yi was racked back with her knees over Randy's upper arms as he finished inserting his length in her very greedy cunt. "Howcum you bitch so much?" he grunted. "You KNOW you want it!" Her pussy all but reached out and pulled his cock into her.

"Some day," she puffed, "it'll be all over again. I have to keep my guard up..." Her eyes glazed and she started puffing heavily. "Oh, Gawd! Fuck!"

Randy grinned and began deliberately hammering her crotch. "How's this?"

"Oh, Baby!" Stubby hands started rubbing his ribcage. "So good!"

Terence came in, grinning, leading his little harem. "Havin' fun?"

"Good shit, Man!" Randy puffed. "When you got to be home?"

"Why?"

"I'm thinkin' about sleepin' in," Randy puffed.

"I'll call Mama," Terence muttered, glancing around at his evening's project. Swatting Tabitha on the ass, he added, "What about you?"

"I can call Momma," Tabitha agreed. "I'll tell her I'm spending the night..."

"Do it." Terence fished in his jeans -- which he was carrying -- and handed her his phone.

"Momma?"

"Tab? Where are you, Girl?"

"At a girlfriend's house. I want to stay the night."

"What you doin?" Big Momma asked. "Fuckin'?"

"Uuhh..." Tabitha was instantly flustered. "No..."

"Don't you lie to me, you little shit! Is there a boy there?" Big Momma pounced.

"Yeah..." Tabitha agreed faintly.

"Lemme talk to him."

Tabitha handed Terence the phone. "Momma knows."

"How the fuck?" Terence grunted. Tabitha shrugged. "Yeah?"

"You fuckin' my little girl?"

"Not right this second," Terence evaded.

"She any good?"

"Yeah," Terence replied, dazed by the question. "Pretty damned good."

"You the one did her before?"

"No."

"She got a rep everywhere, then?" Momma sounded concerned.

"Nah. We got a group. Only maybe a half-dozen guys know. Otherwise it's a secret." 'Why am I telling her this shit?'

"You peddlin' her ass?"

"For money? No."

"You do, I want a piece of the action, y'hear? I brought her into the world and kept her porky ass fed -- it's payback time!" Momma announced.

"I'll, uh, pass the word," Terence muttered, nonplussed.

"You do that," Momma replied. "Got her trained all the way yet? How's her ass?"

"I was just gonna find out."

"She fucks it up, you let me know. When she gonna be home?"

"Probably early. I got football."

"Tell her to keep it down when she comes in." The phone went dead.

"What did she say?" Tabitha asked.

"If we pimp you out, she gets a piece of the action," Terence replied, dazed.

"That figures," Tabitha sighed. "She told me the other day that I oughta charge."

"Well, you can't, for us," Terence grunted. "We already own you."

"I don't want to," Tabitha insisted. "I don't want money coming between me and you guys' dicks..."

"Remember that," Terence told her, then turned to Sonya. "Your turn. Stick your tongue in her ass and get it ready so I can fuck it."

"Oh, goody!" Tabitha gurgled enthusiastically.

Sonya wasn't that thrilled, but she was obedient -- and Tabitha turned out to be pretty clean back there. In no time, Tabitha was gasping and groaning, her anal ring flowering open to accept Sonya's tongue.

"Go deep," Terence directed, "The wetter and more open she is, the easier things will be."

Sonya did as she was told; after a few moments, Terence waved her back. Tabitha was open, all right -- but an opening that might take a pencil wasn't going to take his cock. He stuck his finger in Sonya's face. "Suck."

Sonya figured it out; she got the finger nice and moist, and Terence applied it to Tabitha's ass. It went in easily to the second knuckle; Terence wiggled it around, then removed it and shoved it at Sonya to wet again. When he could fully insert it, he went for two, continuing to use Sonya as the lubrication source; Sonya had had more pleasant jobs, but it was survivable. When two fingers were moving well, he pointed silently at his cock, and Sonya moved up to wet it, too, with her saliva. Tabitha contented herself with watching while feeling her ass being operated on.

"Okay, party time!" Terence grunted and pushed Sonya off his cock. Repositioning, he knelt up behind Tabitha and started injecting his meat into her stretched sphincter.

Saliva isn't a wonderful lubricant, but Tabitha's sphincter had been pretty thoroughly distended, so it sufficed to get Terence inside -- and once inside, Tabitha's natural anal lubrication took over. "Uh... Uh... Uh..." she grunted happily as Terence started getting down to business. His low-hanging balls slapped her fat pussy lips, generating spikes of pleasure that rode on the weirdly pleasant feel of his cock pistoning in and out of her colon. Tabitha had discovered anal sex watching porn videos and had tested it with her mother's sex toys and knew that if you didn't tear yourself up during the penetration phase, there was pleasure to be had -- and Terence was providing it! "Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass! Yeah! Uummm! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Sonya was more or less amazed. "That feels good?"

"Uh... huh." Tabitha nodded. "As long as you don't get ripped up..." She thought about it, vaguely, her attention more on the cock boring out her anus. "You ever feel good while dumping a big one?"

"I never thought about it," Sonya frowned. "Yeah, I guess so, now that you mention it."

"Imagine doing it... again... and again..." Tabitha huffed.

"Lick her some more," Terence interrupted, then had second thoughts. "Sonya, can you get underneath?"

Sonya eyed the gap between Tabitha's belly and the bed. "I think so."

"Raise up, Slut -- let your little girlfriend get under there," Terence directed.

Tabitha did as she was told and Sonya wriggled into position -- it was obvious where he wanted her. Above her face, Terence's balls slapped Tabitha's pudenda regularly. Sonya's tongue became the filling in a sandwich between Tabitha's drippy gash and Terence's swinging balls.

Jiang Yi watched all this through glazed eyes. Randy had brought her to orgasm once already and she was cruising toward her second, riding the engine that was his hot rod pistoning in her tunnel. 'I can do this all night,' went through her brain, 'I hope he can, too...' Meanwhile, her daughter lapped at the chunky black girl's pussy while Terence's ebony cock long-stroked her ass in front of Jiang Yi's eyes. "Gonna cum again..." she panted.

"Git it," Randy gasped. "I got more." His grin above her was the start point for the wave of sparks that flowed over her. Randy glanced over at Terence, "I oughta do country music! 'Back in the saddle again...' Ha ha ha!"

"Fuuuck!" Terence snorted, shaking his head -- then he returned his attention to the ass he was plowing.

"Agh! Ugh! Agh! Ugh! Fuuuck!" Tabitha gasped and grunted. Sonya's tongue put her 'WAY over the top -- she couldn't stand against the wall of sensation pressing against her. "AAIIIEEEEE!!!!" Her eyes rolled up and she shook like a leaf as it toppled and buried her.

"AUUGH!" Terence groaned as Tabitha's sphincter went nuts around his cock, "I'm shootin'!" His cock let go in long spurts.

"OMIGAAAWD!" Tabitha wailed, feeling the flood in her colon. "SO HOT!" She clenched her ass around his cock, milking him.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!" Jiang Yi panted, rolling her pelvis up to take Randy's pounding, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!"

Randy could feel her starting to tighten up, and he knew that he wasn't getting past this one; the sensations were too intense. He slowed down just a touch to increase his pleasure while Jiang Yi made her final approach, then silently let go when she went "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" and her cunt started pulsing.

"That's one," he grunted, backing off when they'd both milked the cum for all the pleasure it could provide...