Chapter 5

Beth and Louise arrived at eleven thirty; Toby, who had been up early for practice, was visibly tired. "What'cha got for me, Baby?" Louise asked.

Toby produced a DVD with the video of Fred and Clint and they sat on the couch while he played it on the DVD player attached to the TV in the living room. Louise got ALL excited -- "Baby, I could just kiss you!" she burbled.

"You can do that," Toby smiled.

"I could kiss your dick, too, if you want..."

"I'm pretty tired," Toby replied, "but that's hard to pass up..."

"I'm going to go get ready for bed," Beth announced -- and got out of there to give the pair a little privacy. Louise knelt up and freed Toby's cock. "Such a beautiful cock," she breathed before wrapping her thick lips around it.

"Thanks," Toby gasped. Louise knew what she was doing, and she went after him in a manner that declared that she was looking for a mouthful of semen. Toby relaxed and enjoyed it and didn't worry about her, since it was apparent that she was gifting him and didn't expect him to reciprocate. It wasn't long before he grunted and doubled over her, clutching her head to him while he spewed into her mouth. She kept sucking, milking him and adding to his pleasure by teasing his cock during its post-orgasmic sensitivity until he could take no more. "Enough!" he croaked, pushing her back. "Man, that was good!"

"I owed you, Baby," Louise smiled.

"You may owe Lon, too -- I had him call Fred and harass him afterward. He was a wreck after that..."

Louise laughed, delighted. "I'll have to think of something; I still want a bigger piece of him, though."

"We're working on it," Toby assured her. "In the meantime, you could always do something like -- I don't know -- fucking Rico? And making sure Rico knows who it is?"

"That'd be fun..." Louise mused. "Tough to do on this shift, though."

"Well, it'll wait," Toby replied. "In the meantime, we'll keep softening Fred up."

"Too bad you can't make him suck a dick every time he gets a fuck..."

Toby sighed. "Most of the guys we're working with are probably heterosexual and would be unhappy if they discovered a guy on the other side of the partition."

"What they don't know won't hurt 'em," Louise retorted.

Toby shrugged. "Maybe not. I don't really know how different a blowjob from a guy is to a blowjob from a girl. Maybe it isn't -- especially if the girl knows what she's doing -- but I suspect that guys know how it feels to receive and that might make them better at it."

"So Fred could develop a following?" Louise smirked.

"It's possible..."

"That would be SOOO funny..." Louise shook her head.

Damian was home when Louise got there, but neither Fred nor Terence was. "Terence is doing Tabitha," Damian related. "She was whining and begging -- seems Pa got upset about something and didn't fuck her..." Louise went to bed happy.

Wednesday got under way quietly. Jean went to the Garbers in the morning to clean -- but missed them both as they were at football camp. Fred got up late -- he'd gotten seriously drunk and was hung over -- and told Damian that he was waiting for the glass doors for the shower room and that they probably wouldn't be ready until Thursday. Phyllis was a few minutes late for work, but was buoyant about it. Randy dropped Terence at football, then headed for Ed's salvage yard, Tabitha in tow. "Hey, Ed -- got any air conditioners?"

Ed pulled his cigar out of his mouth. "For that piece of crap of yours?"

"Yeah."

"Gimme a minute." Ed handled the transactions at the counter -- a water pump and a right front fender -- then turned to Randy. "You're shittin' me, right? What are ya doin'? Tryin' to convert it?"

"It's hotter than fucking blazes in the back," Randy insisted.

Ed shrugged. "Put in windows."

"Can't," Randy replied. "We need people riding in the back to not know where they're going." He paused. "An intercom would be nice, too," he added.

"Fuck." Ed shook his head. "Can't be THAT bad!"

"Let's go out and see..." Randy coaxed. Ed grunted and walked out through his shop door and threw open the van's back doors -- to discover Tabitha, buck naked.

"Awful hot back here," she muttered, eyeing him coyly.

Ed grimaced around his cigar. "Mebbe it is, at that." He shook his head. "Why don't ya just rebuild a fuckin' conversion?"

"Windows," Randy shrugged. "More money we ain't got."

Ed sighed. "I suppose you want me to take it out in trade..."

"Well, I do!" Tabitha interjected, cocking her head and trying to look cute. "Pleeeease?" Randy just grinned.

"Fuck," Ed grunted. "Come back at lunch -- I'll see what I got." Randy grinned, closed the van doors, and headed for Tabitha's.

Once there, he let her out. "Think you're gonna have trouble getting back out?"

Tabitha shrugged. "Who knows?"

"Call me at eleven-thirty, so I know whether I have to replace you."

"Okay." Tabitha turned, halfway up the walk. "I'll try not to get in trouble. I like Ed." Randy just nodded.

Big Momma was draped on the couch, wearing her 'going to court' clothes and watching Court TV -- which meant she was grumpy. "Got any money for me? I told that boy if he was pimping you out I get a piece..."

"This was, ummm, in-house, Momma," Tabitha replied carefully. "They aren't pimping me."

"Or they don't want to share," Momma groused. "Lookie here, how many dicks were in you last night?"

"Just one."

"But he ain't the only one..."

"No."

"I done told you, Girl, that you'd better make money off of that thing -- givin' it away for free don't get you nuthin' but pregnant."

"I can't with these guys," Tabitha tried to explain.

"Why not?"

"It's... complicated."

"How fucking complicated?" Momma shot back.

"I... did something. They caught me."

"So they're blackmailing you for free twat?" Big Momma barked laughter. "An' you, of course, are lettin' it happen..."

"Uh huh."

"Why?"

"Well, I don't wanna go to Juvie..." Tabitha muttered.

"Come on! How bad could it be?"

"I was, umm, playing with a dog..."

"Playing?"

"It was licking me out."

"So? It's your word against theirs..." Big Momma shook her head. 'Girl got on fucking brains at all...'

"They took a video."

"Oh." Big Momma mused a moment. "Why don't I sic your brother on 'em, then?"

"No, Momma -- please!" Tabitha begged.

"Why not?" Momma replied. "They be takin' advantage of you. Jason's friends would make 'em go away..."

Tabitha put her head down. "I don't want 'em to go away..."

"Uh huh," Momma grunted. "There it is, then. You got that itch, huh?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Tabitha nodded. "If Jason chases them off, I won't have anybody to..."

"Jason and his friends can pimp you, if it's all about dick," Momma said, eyeing Tabitha sidelong.

"I like them, Momma," Tabitha replied. "I don't want any of them hurt. Jason's friends are stupid -- they do stupid shit in stupid ways and end up in jail. I'LL end up in jail, if they try to pimp me. My boys are smarter. If you just GOTTA have money, they'll figure out something."

"See they do," Momma grunted. "Get outta my face -- I need to watch this shit, then I have to go to the courthouse. Gina's daddy is behind again." She waved Tabitha off. 'Stupid cunt,' she thought. 'On the other hand, she knows better than her brother, I guess.' "Don't forget your goddamn pills!" she yelled after her daughter.

"Four o'clock!" Tabitha yelled back.

Tabitha was freshly showered and in clean clothes when Randy picked her up. "Momma's all about the money," she confided, getting in.

"What money?" Randy rasped.

"She thinks you oughta pimp me -- and she wants a cut."

"What does she know?"

"Well, I had to tell her some things to keep her from siccing Jason on you guys," Tabitha related. "No names, though."

"Fuck," Randy grunted. "I got no idea who we'd get to fuck you for money! No offense," headed lamely. "Not that it isn't good, but the package..."

"Yeah," Tabitha looked glum. "Blind guys?"

"Hmmmm."

"There's Ed..."

"Not while we're getting' shit from him," Randy cautioned.

"What about that Earl guy?" Tabitha suggested.

"Ask Ed," Randy replied. "Maybe he knows."

Ed had a refrigeration unit from a delivery van and a cutting torch; they worked until one setting things up, then Ed went back to tending the counter while Randy bolted it all together and hooked up the other components. "It'll be TOO fucking cold if you turn it up," Ed observed, "but it'll be just fine, otherwise." An intercom turned out to be even easier to turn up and install; once he had it, Randy finished in no time. But it was getting late -- time to call Toby...

"Who's up?" he asked.

"Alyssa," Toby replied. "Is that a problem?"

"Not with me," Randy replied. "What about Damian?"

"Nope. No sweat."

"Okay." Randy headed home, leaving Tabitha with Ed; he would pick her up after the post-practice party...

Things had been in the air in more ways than one at football practice. Martin had been observing Tad and Damian practicing patterns -- and he noticed something. "Carter! Travis! Come here!"

"Yeah, Coach?" 'Fuck, am I gone, already?' Damian worried.

"Swap places," Martin ordered.

"Huh?" Tad grunted back.

"Carter's more accurate than you are, when he's not under pressure," Martin related. "I need to see him aim some."

The pair eyed one another, nodded, and went back out. Fifteen minutes later, Martin had his relief quarterback; Damian WAS more accurate in the air. Of course, he needed to be trained for the ground game... "You two play off one another," he directed. "Carter, I want your nose in the playbook. Travis, I want you teaching him execution. At the very least, we'll have a surprise up our sleeves."

Clint sidled up to Terence. "Thanks for yesterday. That was fucking awesome."

"Hey, no sweat."

"That anonymous shit is great! No worries..."

"You'd have shit a brick if it was a dude," Terence laughed.

"Why?" Clint retorted. "It was just a mouth. Who gives a shit? Frankly, I'd have less worries..."

Terence snorted laugher, but it was faked. He didn't know where the conversation was going when he uttered that comment -- but the answer was serious food for thought...

"When do you think I can get another shot?" Clint asked.

"Dunno. Lemme check," Terence replied.

A few plays later, Terence had an opportunity to talk to Toby. "Clint wants to know when he can get another blowjob."

Toby's eyes narrowed. "Is he addicted already? I'd have to lay on another chick -- all we have coming is Alyssa."

Terence got really embarrassed and cleared his throat. "Uh, no, maybe not."

"Maybe not what?"

"Maybe you wouldn't have to..." Terence looked away. Toby was the one person in the group he could be straight with -- about NOT being straight. But it was STILL hard...

"Ummm, yeah," Toby nodded. "How do you want to play it?"

"I'll get in in front after you pick up whoever," Terence replied. "Guess I can do Booth One, like yesterday. Who else is coming?"

"Normally, it'd be Damian -- but he's a member," Toby replied. "You realized that Coach has him working with Tad, right? As quarterback?"

"No shit?"

"No shit." Toby grinned. "Probably Alonzo -- they've been trying to kick his ass all day -- and he hasn't let them." Alonzo Perry was the team's center -- and he was pretty agile for being the size of a small refrigerator.

"Cool. We good, then?"

"It's gonna get out, in the group..." Toby warned.

"Damian knows. You know. Lon probably knows. Randy..." Terence shrugged. "Shit, Beth knows, Mama knows..."

"I'll cover you where I can," Toby promised.

"Thanks, Man." Terence remembered his initial assessment of Toby -- boy, had HE been wrong!

A bit later, he and Clint found themselves in the same area of the practice field again. "I got you set up," he told Clint.

"Cool!" Clint gurgled. "I didn't really expect much... So you're on the inside, sort of?"

"Yeh." 'I'll be inside tonight...' Terence snorted at the thought.

"Way cool."

"It's you and Alonzo tonight," Terence related. "Drag him out to where we picked you guys up yesterday."

"You got it." Clint moved off.

Alyssa didn't take the news very well -- but she took it. It hurt her that Damian put her out to suck strange boys, but Randy summed it up, "You ALL suck whoever we tell you! You aren't the only one, by a long shot! And you're not special! You don't want me telling Damian you think you're special, do you?"

"No, no!" Alyssa waved her hands. "Let me get my swimsuit, in case things get slow."

Toby almost forgot Bonita, engaged as he was with other issues. He'd approached her during the early session and told her to stand by, but he was hanging out by the van when she bounced up -- and realized that he'd slipped up, unless he wanted to stick her in the back with Clint and Alonzo. THAT wasn't going to fly... "Okay, you're riding with me. The van is full."

"Okay." Bonita paused a moment. "Will Terence be there?"

Toby grimaced. "Maybe later. You need to get some experience, anyway."

Bonita looked away, clearly unwilling. "Okay." She headed off to stand near the locker room door. Brenda had spent the afternoon before lauding Toby to the skies -- apparently, he had big cojones and a monster cock -- but did that make him wise? Brenda seemed to think so; she told Bonita that she should try to get Toby to fuck her. Now he said basically the same thing Brenda had said -- that she should fuck more boys and not just settle for Terence. But Bonita didn't want to...

Terence waited until Toby had Clint and Alonzo situated, then got in the front of the van. They took off, Randy driving. Toby collected Bonita and followed.

Randy had specific instructions to await Toby's arrival -- something about getting everything organized. Randy didn't get it; Alyssa was already downstairs, after all, and Toby had Bonita with him. Maybe that was it...

Toby took Bonita downstairs, waving for Terence to follow. When they arrived at the curtained-off area, he ushered Bonita inside. "Sit here and be quiet -- the doctor will be here soon."

"Is this guy really a doctor?" Bonita asked.

"Absolutely," Toby replied. "We have a couple of nurses on staff, too -- just lucky, I guess. Actually, it isn't THAT lucky -- one of them is my momma. Now be quiet -- we've got some organizing to do." He waved Terence on to Booth One. Alyssa, who'd been watching TV, went into Booth Two, and Toby headed upstairs to collect Clint and Alonzo.

"Okay, guys," Toby announced, releasing them from the back of the van -- which was noticeably cooler, he noted -- "Clint knows the drill. I'm gonna take you to a wall where there are three doors and some holes. The one on the end and the center one are occupied. You knock on the wall and drop your pants; they'll open a hole. You stick your dick through, and the person on the other side sucks it. No muss, no fuss. Any questions?"

Alonzo's eyes were as big as saucers, but he shook his head no. Clint just grinned. "Clint, take the far booth, okay? Like you did before?"

"Sure."

"Let's go..."

Alonzo found the whole deal seriously amazing, but he watched Clint limber up his dick and knock -- and sure enough, the hole opened... He went ahead with his own preparations as the look on Clint's face said that all was very well... "Uh, okay..." he grunted, knocking -- and a hole popped open, just like for Clint. Time to stick it through...

Alonzo's cock wasn't huge and wasn't fully erect -- it was narrower at its uncircumcised head than it was at the base. Alyssa sighed; at least it wouldn't be hard to suck... She leaned up and slid her lips over the tip...

"Fuck me runnin'!" Alonzo grunted. "Hot damn!" Gentle fingers started massaging his balls and he swelled to his full five and three-quarters inches and got rock solid in less than five seconds. "Shit!"

Toby checked on Alyssa mentally and suggested that she tune her attitude; if she couldn't enjoy what she was doing, she could at least take satisfaction with the work. Just placing the thought was enough; Alyssa assumed it was her own and ran with it. The activity in the other booth, however, was beyond his control...

There were no problems there, though, anyway; when Clint's heavy sausage poked through the hole, Terence was more than ready for it. This was a fantasy realized -- a cock he'd slavered after, there in front of his face! He proceeded to make love to it with his mouth, making it grow and stiffen. The thing didn't size up much as it thickened, but it didn't have to -- it was over six inches hanging limp! Fully distended, it was over eight inches long and nearly as thick as a hard salami; Terence had his work cut out for him if he wanted to deep-throat it -- and he did.

Clint wondered vaguely if the same mouth was servicing him as on the previous occasion -- but then it applied some pressure and he popped into the throat behind it and he knew better! This was so fucking cool -- he owed Terence BIG TIME! Somehow, some way, he would make good on the debt...

Alonzo was in no position to require a lengthy blowjob -- he'd had one in his life, at fourteen, from a girl who didn't know what she was doing. He'd jerked off the night before, but, believing those old wives tales about how sex took away your competitive edge, he avoided handling his morning hard-on to make sure he had everything he needed to make the team. A hot wet mouth engulfing his shaft and soft lips riding up and down along it took him over the top in record time; his heavy balls drew up and fueled the fountain of jizz he sprayed into Alyssa's waiting mouth. "URRRGH!" He hung there, mashed against the partition, while soft lips milked and washed his sensitive erection, unwilling to put an end to it.

Clint had the benefit of recent experience, but the mouth working his erection was highly practiced -- and he was unprepared for the occasional deep-throat stroke. The sensations became more and more exquisite until he, too, was as flat against the wall as he could get, straining to feed more cock to the anonymous mouth pleasuring him. Finally, he could take no more and he surrendered, allowing the eruption of hot jizz to burst from his stone-hard cock into Terence's hot mouth. Terence sucked and swallowed, continuing to ride his lips up and down Clint's swollen shaft until Clint could take no more and staggered back, panting. "Holy shit! What a suck!"

Alonzo looked over at him, but he didn't move; Alyssa's cleanup efforts backfired somewhat in that he didn't go down. Now she was working on extracting her second load from the big center --and Alonzo was going to remain plastered against the wall, panting and groaning, until she got it! "Oh, Baby!" he panted, "What a mouth you got! So fuckin' great..."

Alyssa, pleased with the reaction to her efforts, stepped things up a bit; soon, all Alonzo could do was crush himself to the wall and mutter, "Oh, God..." Finally, he lost it a second time, his lungs locking up as he fought not to hunch over, "NNNNNGAAAAAHH!!!" Another heavy load spewed from his cock into Alyssa's sucking mouth.

That was it; Alonzo could only take a few seconds' worth of aftercare before the sensations became too much and he staggered back, extracting himself. Hauling up his pants, he went back to the wall, where Alyssa was closing the hole. "I'm in love," he announced. "You want a boyfriend, you just sidle up to me and say 'I sucked you' and you're in, Honey!"

Alyssa giggled and got out a muffled "Thank you!" The whole episode had turned out to be a lot more fun than expected.

"You were fuckin' great, too!" Clint told the wall at Booth One. "Incredible!" Terence, unable to give himself away, remained silent.

"Okay, guys, put it together -- we need to leave," Toby announced. "Everyone stay inside until I tell you the coast is clear," he added for the benefit of those in the booths. After a quick cleanup with washrags, he led the recipients upstairs and settled them in the van, then returned to quietly collect first Terence, who headed upstairs immediately, then Alyssa, who he put in the van with Randy. "Don't get seen," he admonished her.

"I won't!" she giggled. "Omigawd! Alonzo..."

Fortunately, the wheels didn't come off -- Jean and Robert arrived at that point. Robert had been held up after shift for a case that took a turn for the worse. Toby led them downstairs and put Bonita in Robert's hands, then followed the van in his car, carrying Terence. "So, how did it go?" Toby asked.

"Okay," Terence replied, obviously embarrassed. "It's probably the best I could get..."

Toby shrugged. "You never know. If it's what he wants, maybe he'll say something. I'll do what I can for you guys if that's what you want."

"Thanks, Man." Terence really didn't what else to say. The glory hole thing made doing what he did possible, but it wasn't satisfactory from the standpoint that it was too anonymous. On the other hand, Clint might have freaked...

Toby dropped Terence off in the school parking lot so he could pick up his car and be gone when the others were released, then went on down to the van's normal parking area to let Clint and Alonzo out of the van. Both were happy campers who headed off after effusive thanks. After that, Randy took his sister home in the van and Toby pointed his car back toward the playroom at Lon's.

Toby had been brusque with Bonita -- "Here's the doctor -- do what he says." The chunky teen was very frightened, but Robert's bedside manner put her at ease after a few moments. He had her fill out history forms, as he had done before with others, and Jean did her best to help. Recognizing her fear, Robert conducted himself very properly, being very clinical in his approach; Jean assumed the nurse's role as best she could. The breast and pelvic exams were embarrassing for Bonita, but survivable; Robert had her sit up after and discussed her needs with her. "I'm told that your family is Catholic. What do they think of birth control?"

"It's a sin," Bonita replied simply.

"And you? What do you think?"

"I think it is a necessary evil," Bonita replied. Brenda had been clear on this in their conversations; they would be having unprotected sex with a number of boys and her father would no doubt prefer that she be on birth control than pregnant by an unknown boy.

"There are several methods available -- but I assume that pills, for instance, are not a good idea," Robert commented.

"Yes, you are right," Bonita agreed. "Papa and Mama would die..."

They settled on the injection, and Robert delivered it. "This lasts three months," he admonished. "At the end of three months, I'll need to see you again to give you another. If you should have any kind of female problems that you think are related, tell whoever you're dealing with right away so he can arrange for me to examine you."

"Okay," Bonita nodded. "You're a regular doctor? How do I pay?"

"I'm a member of the group," Robert replied. "This time, someone else is paying, but next time, you may have to."

"And how do I do that?"

"By having sex with me," Robert replied, grinning.

"Dios mio!"

"It'll be all right, Dear," Jean interjected. "You'll be fine."

Shaken, Bonita said, "Maybe I should pay this time..."

"No," Jean told her, "It's being handled -- by me, actually. We don't really believe that your first exam is a time for sex. In a regular doctor's office, you would not be approached, and neither of us wants you to have the idea that you're not being dealt with in a professional manner."

Bonita thought about this. "What if I have other problems?"

"If you see me in my office during regular hours, I'll expect to be paid in the usual way," Robert replied. "That would be money, either from you or your health insurance. If you think you need to see me in this manner, we'll talk about it, but I'm going to be reluctant -- it sets a bad example."

"Mama and Papa work part-time -- no health insurance. My brother Julio has some but," she shrugged, "we're not eligible. Papa isn't," she looked at the floor between her feet, "legal..."

"Ah." Robert sighed. "In an emergency, have someone call me. We can discuss visits that are less than an emergency some other time. You don't have any urgent needs of the moment, do you?"

"No, Doctor."

"Good. Who do you know in the group?"

"Terence Carter and his brother," Bonita replied.

"Good," Robert told her. "Their mother is a nurse, and she can get a hold of me any time. All right?"

"Yes." Bonita nodded.

"Get dressed, then -- we're done." Robert and Jean disappeared through the curtain. Outside, he sighed. "Charity gigs."

"That bad?"

"I'd like to do good for my fellow man at a free clinic," he grunted, "but I have half a million in student loans, you know?"

Jean nodded, smiling. "I can imagine."

"This sex for gynecology thing is okay, but it doesn't pay the bills."

Jean giggled. "Well, it's quick and clean and you're not blowing a hundred dollars on dinner and a movie for a shot at sex..."

"There IS that!"

"Are you ready to leave?"

"Shouldn't we wait for the boy who's organizing things?" Robert replied.

"I guess." Jean wasn't comfortable with Toby seeing her with Robert, but...

It didn't matter; Toby was too busy to appear demonstrative. When he thundered down the stairs ten minutes later, he nodded at Jean, but asked, "All set, Doc?"

"Yes," Robert replied. "She's set for three months."

"Thanks." Toby nodded at both of them. "I'll get her home. Thanks for coming." He turned and ducked behind the curtain to take charge of Bonita and that was that. Mildly irritated, Jean led Robert back upstairs and took him home. The episode firmed her resolve to have a good time with Robert; she couldn't wait to get into his apartment. It was a little frayed at the edges as usual, but she wasn't concerned with it -- and neither was he, once he detected her mood. "This has been, umm, hit and miss," she told him. "I don't break and I'm not a princess. Let's try to have fun." She leaned up and offered her lips and they took it from there.

It was good; they meshed well -- but both of them were operating with a certain reserve. For Robert, sex was a release from the tensions of his life, and if he didn't have to put anything in the way of emotional commitment into it, that was just as well. For Jean, her mindset that she was sampling worked against her; the intensity of her first joining with Toby -- or her first encounter with Martin, especially, for that matter -- was lacking. It was good, hot, enjoyable sex, but she didn't get into it, emotionally.

Robert was content to let her ride on top until she was exhausted (and while she took his first load), then he rolled her over and bent her like a pretzel to work out his second orgasm. Jean had no problems with it, either athletically or from a control standpoint, managing two more orgasms before Robert exhausted himself and his semen supply -- but when it was over, she had no inclination to stay, and he had none to keep her. They parted pleasantly, and the desirability of a rematch wasn't at issue -- Jean didn't think she would mind -- but Candace would have best recognized the situation as something that had happened to her multiple times after pickups in bars -- great sex, but no flash.

Meanwhile, Toby had Bonita to deal with. The simple answer would have been to just take her home, but having been warned by Brenda, he checked Bonita to see what her emotional state was. As feared, Bonita was infatuated with Terence; to see him through her eyes was a revelation to Toby. That left him wondering what to do about it. Would he be doing Terence a favor by nipping it in the bud? That really depended on Terence... Then there was the issue of Terence's bisexuality -- what would Bonita think of that? On the other hand, Bonita had a relationship with Brenda -- a lesbian one -- did she have room to complain? It was right there in front of him, spread out before his probing mind; Bonita was emotionally dependent upon Brenda, and had been for some time...

Toby made a judgment call; he drew the line at direct intervention -- but she was going to be fucking other guys, so she might as well get used to it. If it affected her perception of Terence, fine -- and if it didn't, that was fine, too. "The doctor gave you a clean bill of health," he told her.

"Yes."

"So, how do you feel about sex?"

"With you?"

"Yes." Toby could read her like a book. She'd been advised to -- by Brenda, whose advice she usually followed without much thought -- but there was HER concern that it would knock Terence off his pedestal... She wanted him there; it made him a single target -- one that she could concentrate on, rather than 'boys' in general. He let her struggle with herself for a moment, then removed her choice in the matter by pulling her to him. "Come on -- you're going to be fucking and sucking boys, so you might as well get started."

That did it -- a certain fatalism settled over her and she nodded assent. Toby led her out into the main room and waved for her to remove her clothes. She grimaced, but he realized from her mindset that the complaint wasn't the idea of getting undressed for him -- it was the fact that she'd just GOTTEN dressed, and it had turned out to be a waste of time... When she paused out of shyness and embarrassment at her underclothing, Toby turned her around and undid her bra -- and that loosened her up and got her going for the remainder of the exercise. When she was naked before him, she asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Start by sucking, I guess," Toby told her as he stepped out of his shorts. She hadn't done much of that -- and she would be, so she might as well practice on him...

Toby's cock was daunting to Bonita, who hadn't REALLY done much with Terence's -- it was HUGE! Toby let her start gingerly, then slowly pressed her to handle more, both physically and mentally. Damian had mentioned to him that he felt that ALL of the girls should be proficient -- and Toby's method worked, providing them the confidence they needed to take a cock deep. It took Bonita about five minutes to reach the point where the blunt head of a cock at the back of her throat wasn't a fearsome thing; after that, progress became rapid. Toby didn't throat-fuck her -- but he could have by the time he was ready to cum. Bonita had a submissive streak, like Ma -- except there was no requirement to control her. She was just a sheep; she would latch onto someone and follow him or her wherever he or she led. Right now, Toby was making demands -- and she was fulfilling them to the best of her ability. He flooded her throat, then backed off to fill her mouth; Bonita gamely swallowed, justifiably pleased with her performance -- but underneath was the urge to show her new-found talent to Terence...

'Fine,' Toby thought. 'Maybe I'm not the one to show her that Terence isn't the one. Time to fuck...' "Okay, let's do the main thing, then," he announced. "How do you want it?"

"I... don't know..." She'd only had it the one way. Her treasure -- was it a treasure any more, now that she was no longer a virgin? Well, whatever -- it was wet and hungry from the taste and smell of him. "Whatever you want..."

"Bend over the couch, then." That way, she wouldn't be looking at him -- which wasn't a problem, but if she DID get romantic somewhere in the middle of things, maybe it would keep her from impressing on him... Somewhere in there, Toby had decided that breaking her of Terence wasn't his job -- even if breaking her in was...

Bonita did as she was told; the couch back emphasized how short she was. Toby squatted a bit to rub his cock along the labia under the cheeks of her round ass and, opening them, pressed forward.

It wasn't smooth; Toby's size and the fact that his cock was only the second to penetrate Bonita's little furry pussy made it an effort. But he knew when things weren't going well from her end and what to do about it, so they got there in thirty or forty seconds. Next on the agenda was the discovery that he was longer than she was deep; that also was something that time could fix, so he took his time -- but Bonita needed to feel him to adapt, so she got bashed in the cervix multiple times before she could accommodate him properly -- and it wasn't pleasant. For some reason, Toby didn't bother minimizing it, either, which was unusual for him. Eventually, the jarring pains stopped interfering with her pleasure and she started making the climb to orgasm.

For Bonita, it was very little like fucking Terence; she couldn't touch Toby, since he was behind her, and the poking of her cervix had been an unpleasant distraction that lasted a LOT longer than the sting of Terence tearing away her treasure -- in fact, Toby may have opened her up more, there...

But it was good -- Toby's pounding cock inside her and the slap of his balls against her engorged clit raised her higher and higher until she could no longer breathe and the stars shone and she wailed out her pleasure in mixed English and Spanish. Sex was just fun with Toby -- but it was MORE with Terence, in her mind...

Toby brought her along twice more before flooding her pussy with semen, groaning quietly. He'd had better, but he'd had worse. Bonita had absorbed the lesson he was there to teach, so it was time to quit and go home -- Toby was wasted from football practice and the activities he'd voluntarily added to his schedule after, and he needed his rest. The two of them did a quick cleanup in the bathroom and Toby drove Bonita home, dropping her a block from her house -- there was no need to get her folks all excited...