Chapter 9

"Adele?"

"Frank?" Adele walked away from the counter at work so she wouldn't be overheard.

"Yeah." It took Frank a second to figure out how to frame things. "We talked some about doin' somethin' tonight..."

"Uh huh. I remember."

"You still interested?"

"Yes."

"Awright. I can come down there, or..."

"We talked about me coming over to yours, I remember," Adele got them on track.

"Yeah. You okay with that? I ain't lazy -- I can come over again..." Frank muttered.

"No, let's do it the way we planned," Adele replied.

"Awright. You're gonna need to know how to get there..." Frank spent several minutes giving directions. "What about dinner?"

"That would be nice..."

"If we eat in, it'll have to be take-out -- or Teela will have to do it up; I'm no cook. Pizza? I got beer..."

"That's fine," Adele smiled at the phone.

"What do you like on it?" They negotiated toppings, and Frank moved to finish up. "What time?"

"Seven? Seven-thirty?" Adele proposed.

"That's pretty early, but we're eatin'..."

"I hope to, ummm, get in more than one round..."

Fred chuckled. "It's a plan..."

Toby nudged Hank at noon. "Since it's Friday and things are going to be quiet over the weekend, maybe we ought to, you know, bump things up."

"Big party?" Hank replied. "I can do that. Let's make some calls."

"I'll talk to Terence and Damian," Toby offered.

"Cool."

Terence and Damian were up for it. "Mama might be around, late," Damian told Toby.

"It's been a few days for Ma, too," Toby replied. "I'll call and set them up for the second wave." Damian nodded.

"Lon, we're thinking about doing a serious party tonight," Toby related. "Do you see any problem with that?"

"No," Lon replied. "In fact, I want you to use Sally to work the booths."

"Yeah?" Toby asked, surprised.

"I need to keep her in line. Boy Lover kicked the shit out of her, but she needs to be ridden for a while. I want her worried about where she sits on the totem pole," Lon amplified.

"Okay, cool. Have her downstairs about five?"

"No sweat."

"Booth Two, I guess."

"Okay."

"Is your mama going to freak?"

"She'll be fine -- she's getting used to having something going on almost constantly," Lon assured Toby.

"Damian and Hank will both be there..."

"Good."

Randy pulled just about everyone in -- Trish, Sonya -- Alyssa was a given -- "Your mother can come, too," he told Sonya. Then he went over to where Bonita was sitting while Brenda did cross-country. "Big party tonight. Do whatever you have to -- I'll be here to get you and Brenda about four-thirty."

"Okay."

"Tell your folks it's a sleepover. If you need somebody besides Brenda to make it cool, come see me and I'll have my sister or Trish or Sonya call."

"Yes, Randy. Umm, Randy? Will Terence be there?"

"Yah," Randy kept a straight face. "He'll be there." He walked away, thinking, 'I get to rag him some more about ol' Roly-Poly here having a crush...'

"Party going down at the clubhouse tonight," Toby muttered to Clint. "You're invited. There'll be plenty of girls..."

Clint nodded. "Cool." He glanced around. "Hey, uh, can we talk?"

"Sure."

"Has there, ummm, ever been a guy in there when I was?"

"Straight up?" Toby decided to stop playing cagey -- it seemed to just make things more difficult for Clint.

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"No shit?" Clint's eyes popped.

Toby shrugged. "You don't seem to trust girls. We figured you wouldn't mind."

"Which time?"

Toby grinned. "Both."

Clint rocked back on the bench, eyes glassy. "Son of a bitch..."

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. You were right -- I've got no problem with it." He got up and headed off.

Toby and Hank made the rounds of the already inducted -- Mark, Tad, Alonzo (who had to beg off), Bobby -- Bobby was especially interested. "There will be some more anonymous stuff going on early, but if you stay late, there will probably be a second round," Toby assured him. "We have to protect the stuff still in school, but if you don't mind older women, we can supply THAT, too..."

"Cool! VERY cool!" Bobby bubbled.

On top of that, they added Pete Phifer, the left tackle. The guy was a star -- he got incredible penetration -- but Hank checked anyway to ensure that his father had no reason to cut him. "No, that's fine," Martin replied. "He's an easy choice." Everyone was told to hang out and be ready for five-thirty -- which was probably pushing it, but Randy was confident they could pull it off.

In the meantime, Toby checked in with his mother -- and Louise -- who were both more than interested in a bout after work. They probably wouldn't make it until midnight, but there it was...

Randy got a phone call at about four, "Hello?"

The harangue that followed wasn't decipherable because it was partly in Chinese, but Randy knew who it was. "Shut the Hell up, Jiang Yi! She'll be fine -- it's a big party with plenty of girls. I'll probably have her home by eight. Why don't YOU get YOUR shit together for then and we'll see how many dicks we can stick in you?"

"What makes you think I want any such thing?" Jiang Yi demanded.

"Are you gonna lie about it, then?" Randy retorted. "You just be ready -- since you want to play games, I'm not asking -- I'm telling you! You be out front of your place, braless, in a skirt and no panties, when I drop your daughter off. Plan to suck my dick all the way to the party. Understand?"

"You're joking!"

"Fuck around and find out!" Randy hung up. Jiang Yi didn't call back, which told him whether she believed him or not.

Randy had pulled out of the parking lot and Toby was just beginning to relax when Clint showed up again. "Uuh, Toby..."

"Yes."

"Can you, uh..."

"Yes."

"I didn't finish."

"You don't have to," Toby told him. "Who do you want on the outside?"

Clint hid his face for a moment. "Terence," he mumbled.

Toby nodded. "Stick with me -- we'll want you covered. You'll have to play with girls, later."

Clint nodded.

"Okay, it's covered. I'll take you out with the first wave and set you up." Toby smiled encouragingly. "Just relax, Buddy. It's all in the family."

Clint managed a choked "Thanks," and headed for the showers.

Toby chased down Hank. "I need to get to the playroom early to help sort out the girls and keep things under control," he told him. "Can you ride shotgun with Randy when the guys go?"

"Sure, no problem," Hank replied. He was relishing the idea of being identified as one of the sources of the 'incentive program', anyway. "Maybe someone can bring me back to get my car later..."

"The guys have to come back, sometime," Toby replied. "We'll shake it out."

"Great!"

That freed Toby up; when Clint surfaced, Toby waved him over to his car. "Get in -- we're going to set up early."

"Okay." Clint got in and they took off.

On the way, Toby noticed Clint eyeing him. "What's up?" Toby asked.

"I can imagine what you think..."

"It's not something I judge," Toby replied. "It's better that you are honest with yourself -- that's where people get into trouble, worrying more about what other people think than what THEY think!" He flicked a glance at Clint. "Do you know how far it goes? Are you gay, or just bisexual?"

"Bisexual? What's bisexual? And what's 'just' about it?"

"A bisexual does both boys and girls," Toby replied. "I think it's kind of a continuum -- you're basically gay or straight, but you can have a lot of fun with the other sex."

"How do you tell which is which?" Clint asked.

"Well, I think it comes down to which sex you can have relationships with," Toby replied. "That defines things. I guess a true bisexual could have relationships with guys or girls -- but I'm not sure there are any of those out there."

"No?"

Toby shrugged. "I don't know for sure, but I'd think it was an either/or thing. That's just a guess, though -- feel free to prove me wrong." He glanced again at Clint. "How much of... this... have you done?"

Clint was quiet for a moment, then said quietly, "If I don't chicken out, this will be the first time."

"Funny, you sound all anti-girl..." Toby observed.

"Yeah, well, maybe that's just a reaction to personalities and not sexual," Clint replied. Clearly that facet of things was closed...

Toby moved on. "Why Terence?"

"I dunno," Clint replied, blushing. "He's... hot, sorta."

Toby shrugged. "Okay." Terence was hard and muscular, but he wasn't exactly handsome. If Clint thought he was hot, it was an argument for Clint's preferences leaning toward guys -- that was for certain. "Well, you'll get a shot at both sides tonight -- I don't think I'd commit one way or the other right away..."

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't," Clint agreed.

"Just go with the flow," Toby advised. "Do this, try something else, see what feels good. There is no reason to commit to either side unless you find you just can't stand the other."

"Yeah..." Clint looked a bit dazed.

"What's wrong?" Toby asked.

"I'd kind of psyched myself up, you know? Going this way is a big thing and has a lot of consequences. I'd more or less resigned myself," Clint replied. "Now you tell me that I don't have to go whole hog..."

"You don't," Toby told him. "And I'm not telling anybody what's going on, so you can experiment without worrying about it. Even if it got out in the group, nobody would jerk you out of the closet. Try guys, try girls, get some experience on both sides -- and don't worry about it. It's all cool."

"Thanks, Man! You're awesome!" Clint smiled.

"No sweat."

They got to the playroom and Toby ushered Clint in. "I'm going to put you in Booth One," he advised. "There will be girls -- probably two apiece -- in both of the other booths. They might question things, but guys have been in Booth One before, so it won't be a big surprise -- and they won't question things beyond that. After Terence is done, I'll knock when you can come out." He paused, then added diffidently, "If you decide that you want to try more than one, we'll work around that, too."

"Okay." The idea heaped embarrassment on Clint, but his cock was an iron bar -- it could happen...

"The girls should be along any time," Toby told him. "I would hang out behind the curtain and when you hear them come in you can duck inside and lock the door." Toby gave Clint the tour, showing him the equipment and how to open the holes and lock the door. "All set?"

"Yeah." Clint was shaky, but he wanted to do this.

"Have a good time." Toby smiled and headed off. He'd done guys -- even given head, that one time with Terence -- but he wasn't into it, and it wasn't clear to him why anyone would be. But it didn't matter, really, and he'd learned that the only thing bad about it was letting it own you, like Fred Carter did...

Moments later, Randy arrived with a vanload of girls. Brenda and Bonita debarked from the rear, along with Trish and Alyssa; Sonya, for some reason, got to ride in front. Maybe it was seating... Toby shook his head -- it didn't matter. "Okay, girls -- this is how it's gonna be," he gathered them. "I'm sticking some of you in booths -- two to a booth -- and I want you to take turns. I want to put one or two of you outside, in masks -- any volunteers?"

"To do what?" Trish asked suspiciously.

"To get a little bit more personal," Toby replied. "Bobby Beckwith will be looking for you..." he teased.

Trish rolled her eyes. "He's cute and everything, but I don't want him stuck on me."

"It may be too late for that," Toby chuckled. "Oh, there will be one other in the booths -- well, two, actually. Sally Harkness is coming down -- I'm gonna have her double with Sonya, I think. And Booth One has a special guest in it -- don't try to find out who, because we all want it kept a secret." He enforced this mentally, without thinking; everyone nodded, leaving him chagrined when he realized why. "Okay, let's go down."

In the playroom, he put Sonya in Booth Two, noting that Sally wasn't there yet, and Brenda and Bonita in Booth Three. "You own the exam table," he told Alyssa, "I don't care what you do as long as whoever visits you comes away happy." He issued her a mask hood.

Trish was eyeing the pillory. "You aren't putting me in THAT, are you?"

"Yes," Toby replied. "We'll be rotating, but you start."

"I won't do it!" Trish insisted.

"Yes, you will!" Toby retorted.

Alyssa watched this confrontation, but she didn't see the invisible component -- all she saw was Toby manhandling Trish into the stocks. She was arguing vociferously, right through having her neck and wrists positioned and locked into place. Toby walked a line with her, letting her vent deliberately, and using it as a distraction while her body allowed him to place her, virtually without resistance. When it was over, Trish was left with the impression that Toby was surprisingly strong and had no inkling that she'd been manipulated. "Dammit, Toby!"

"Shut up while I put this mask on you," Toby retorted, "unless you want the guys to know who you are..."

"Like I have a choice..." she grumbled.

"Exactly." Toby laced the hood in place, then headed upstairs. "Lon?"

"Yeah." Lon was in the kitchen. Sally was standing in the corner, naked, her nose to the wall.

"We're ready."

"Come here, Slut," Lon directed. "Go with Toby and do what he tells you. I want to hear nothing but good things, understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Go." Lon waved her off. "I'll be down later to get in on things," he told Toby, who nodded and followed Sally downstairs.

Putting her in with Sonya, he directed, "Okay, take turns. There is no telling who you'll get -- but Sally, if I was you, I'd make sure I got Lon if he sticks his cock in here. Sonya, you can fuck if you like -- Sally can't, obviously." He closed the door.

The pair eyed one another, embarrassed. "Hi," Sally muttered.

"Hi," Sonya returned. They were acquaintances, but that was about it. "How many girls are in the group, anyway?"

"Our age? Eight, I think," Sally replied. "But there are a bunch more who are older. I used to be kind of an honorary member, but I seem to have fallen from grace." She smiled wanly.

"What was that about not being able to fuck?"

Sally pulled up the chair and sat on it, spreading her legs, "Because of this."

"Omigawd!" Sally had rings pierced in her pussy! And a lock! "Wow!"

Sally smiled. "I'm owned, sort of -- and my owner doesn't want anybody else in there without permission."

"Wow, that's something! Does it hurt?"

"It was irritated some while the rings were healing, but it isn't bad now," Sally replied. "You get used to it."

"Is anybody else...?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

Clint, listening through the thin partition, wondered what was so strange and exciting. Well, maybe he would get a chance to find out later... He wished things would get under way -- he was nervous and excited and impatient -- and he wanted to play with his meat, but was afraid to.

He didn't have long to wait; the school wasn't that far away, and the guys were all in a hurry to get to the 'clubhouse'. Randy wasn't parked more than a minute before Hank closed the back doors of the van and announced, "Okay, that's everybody." Ten minutes later, they were at the house.

Toby was there to meet them. "Okay, everybody, remember that the girls want to remain anonymous -- don't fool around and try to get the inside scoop, because if you fuck one of them over, you're gone -- and, if necessary, we'll fold the whole show up and act like it never happened. I'm sure you can figure out how everyone ELSE will feel about that..." He got unanimous nods. "This is a party -- everybody enjoy yourselves. There will be a second wave of older chicks, but they'll be late. The glory holes are stocked, but we're doing a special request out of Booth One, so let that one slide until I tell you it's clear. There is plenty of other entertainment -- the other booths have two girls apiece in them and we're doing some other stuff. Remember, these chicks are doing nice things for you -- so treat them right!" Waving, he led the group downstairs.

The curtains kept them from seeing anything obvious -- until Toby opened them. There was a collective gasp at the side area where Trish was locked in the pillory, bent over, and Alyssa sat on the exam table with her legs crossed, trying to pretend to be nonchalant. "Ho lee shit..." Pete breathed. Two naked black chicks! He'd heard that the 'booster club' was hot, but this... "Man!"

The whole crowd drifted over to examine the most visible of the females. "What do you do?" Bobby asked Alyssa.

"We'll think of something," she replied, pretending calm while her heart thudded in her chest.

"A girl gave me a massage on that table," Bobby told all and sundry, "and finished up by fucking me!"

"Yeah, right," Tad snorted.

"No, he's telling the truth," Toby reported.

Tad blinked. "No shit? Do you give massages, Honey?"

"I can try," Alyssa replied.

"Can't ask for more than that," Tad retorted and plopped on the table. "How do you want me?"

"There are towels in the bathroom and massage oil in the drawer," Toby told Alyssa, waving. Alyssa didn't know how she was managing to move, but she got down and headed off to the bathroom, her parting shot, "Please take off your clothes and lie down on your stomach on the table..." Tad grinned from ear to ear and started peeling out of his shirt.

Everyone else basically clustered around Trish. "Wow! What's this all about?" Bobby asked.

"Just something we do," Toby replied. "Obviously, she's, uh, accessible -- but once again, no abuse..."

Terence and Damian had arrived by then, and Randy was downstairs; it was easy for them to tell who was whom from experience. Randy walked up and began deliberately rubbing Trish's ass. "There's abuse, and there's fucking. She likes to fuck. She likes to suck, too..." Trish, recognizing the voice, knew that she dare not get stupid. Randy swatted her gently on the ass. "Don't you?"

"Uh huh," Trish nodded as best she could.

"See?" Randy announced triumphantly.

Damian looked up to see Alyssa returning. "What's she doing?" he asked Toby.

"She's going to give Tad a massage," Toby replied, mildly nervous as to what Damian might think.

"Make sure you give him a happy ending!" Damian told Alyssa. Alyssa nodded and busied herself draping a towel over Tad's bare ass. Dragging the step stool over, she climbed up to start on his shoulders.

"Okay, guys, moving on, there are the glory hole booths," Toby interjected. "As I told you before, there are two girls in each, so you stand to get four different experiences. The one on the end is, as I said, a special request..." Toby turned to Terence. "It's for you, actually."

Terence blinked. "Really? Who is it?"

Toby grimaced. "Sorry, can't tell you -- it's a secret." He turned to the others to keep things moving. "We'll be rotating girls in the booths out here, too, so don't feel like you have to rush to get in on the fun..."

Randy neatly scotched Toby's effort to cover Trish, "On the other hand, you don't have to go anywhere -- I'm gonna get some head from this little hottie..." He proceeded to drop his pants and start feeding Trish his cock.

"Umm, yeah..." Toby waved an arm. "Make yourselves at home -- there is a TV over there and some videos, and a bathroom up the hall. Please don't go outside. If you need to leave, let Hank or I know and we'll get you back to the school or wherever."

Damian leaned in and asked quietly, "Did you set up for food?"

Toby grimaced. "No."

"Candace is upstairs, right?"

"Yeah."

"Where is Sally?"

"Booth Two."

Damian blinked. "No shit?"

"Lon wants her worried about her status," Toby related. "She's still locked up, but that leaves two holes, technically. She's supposed to be giving blowjobs."

"Okay," Damian nodded. "Who else is coming?"

"Your mama and Ma, late," Toby replied.

Randy looked up from what he was doing -- roughly feeding Trish his joint. "Jiang Yi is supposed to be ready when I take you know who back..." He glanced around to make sure nobody got a name they could do anything with. "I figured that for eight or so -- let me know if I'm wrong."

Bobby was feeling Trish just about everywhere on the south side of the pillory, running his hands over her. "It's her -- I'm sure of it!"

"Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't," Randy told him, "Either way, you can stick your dick in her."

"Yeah..." Bobby kept rubbing Trish's legs and ass, alternating that with cupping her dangling breasts.

"I'll go get Candace on the stick," Damian grunted. "If she needs help, we may need to pull somebody out of a booth."

"Hey, why don't we get Chinese take-out?" Randy grinned. "For a couple of hours from now..."

Toby grinned. "Good idea."

"I'll make the call when I'm done here," Randy assured him, and went back to what he was doing. He wasn't gagging her or anything, but he WAS fucking her face; given the fact that she effectively couldn't move, that was the only way to get what he wanted, anyway...

Trish wasn't thrilled, but she recognized the fact that she was going to get it this way. Randy wasn't being THAT brutal -- he was just using her -- something that had happened several times in the last couple of weeks. Since there wasn't a lot she could do to improve Randy's experience, she concentrated on what Bobby was up to...

... Which seemed to be worshipping her body! Bobby was basically rubbing her everywhere -- legs, hips, back, belly and her sensitive breasts -- muttering, "I know it's you..."

Randy shook his head. "Bobby, what's the deal? Even if it IS her, she's a chick who gave you a piece of ass -- which was nice of her, but not a miracle! Dude, all you have to do is drop your pants and you can get in a second shot!"

"Man, you don't get it!" Bobby replied. "She was my FIRST!"

"Well, okay..." Randy shrugged, puffing. "There are gonna be others..." He waved his free hand at her ass.

"No," Bobby shook his head, "not like that. Not against her will..."

"Honey, do you want some dick from Bobby?" Randy asked, pulling his cock from Trish's mouth.

Trish worked her jaw for a moment. "Uh huh," she replied. "I know he wants me to enjoy it."

Randy frowned; the implication for him was clear -- and she was right, too -- he was being an asshole. "Fine," he grated, and started unhooking her from the pillory. "Bobby, there are some mattresses out in the main room. Haul one down off the stack and you two can do it up without all the hassle -- how's that?"

"VERY cool!" Bobby exclaimed, taking Trish's hand and leading her off, Trish moving a little creakily from being bent over.

Toby watched this from a little distance. It was better than what Randy had started, even if things WERE a bit out of control. Meanwhile, Pete had rounded on Booth Three and Mark was feeding his cock into the hole in Booth Two. Terence stood beside him, looking nervous. "Who's in the booth, man?"

"Look, I'm not free to tell you -- but I think you'll be pleased," Toby told Terence. "Trust me."

"Awright..." Terence headed off.

Damian hit the top of the stairs and yelled, "Candace!"

"Damian?" 'Oh, shit!'

"Yeah. Get in here."

Candace hustled in. "Toby fucked up and planned a party without refreshments. Unfortunately, that leaves YOU on the hook for the shit!" Damian announced.

"Oh." Candace grimaced, thinking. "I'll come up with something."

"Do drinks, anyway. Got any soda? I'll haul a cooler downstairs... You got ice in that fancy fridge, right?" The Carpenter's refrigerator was a side-by-side with an ice dispenser in the door.

"Yes," she nodded. "It's easier to get large amounts if you open the door. I'll get a cooler -- we've got soda in the pantry..." She headed off.

"Oooo, we got a pantry..." Damian muttered snidely. Everything Candace and her son did had to be fancy...

Lon walked in at that point -- and grinned. "Mama is all about keeping up with the Joneses."

"Yeah, I know -- maybe that's why I like jacking her up so much. Her attitude bleeds over everywhere." Damian eyed Lon. "I hear you've got Sally sucking dicks."

Lon nodded. "I lightened up on her while she was healing -- and it was bad for both of us. She's better off worrying about things." He looked around. "What's up?"

"We got a party going on without any snacks and drinks," Damian related. "Randy is gonna have Jiang Yi bring Chinese in later, but we need sodas and stuff downstairs."

"We've got stuff," Lon waved it off. "Mama does the hostess thing all the time -- as long as nobody wants anything that takes hours to make, we're cool."

"Chips and soda is plenty," Damian grunted, "They ain't watching football." Lon laughed.

'Why I'm shagging my ass all over on no notice is beyond me!' Candace fumed. 'Damian takes me for granted...' She carried the cooler into the kitchen and tossed it down before him. "Here!"

One look told her she'd fucked up. Damian stopped worrying about the party downstairs and shifted his attention to her -- and the resentment that had already been in him flared. He schooled his features, but she'd seen it in his eyes before control descended. 'Oh, SHIT!' "Damian, Honey, I'm sorry -- I don't know what I was thinking! Maybe it was the whole last-minute thing..."

Damian flicked a glance at Lon. "Sally ain't the only one that needs tightening up."

Lon shrugged, poker-faced. "Looks like it..."

Candace glanced at her son -- no help was coming from THAT source, obviously...

Damian was faster than a pit viper; one second, he was just standing there, and the next he had a handful of her blouse and bra. He hauled her in and grabbed the back of her neck, then shredded her top. "Get the bra off."

"Yes, Damian." Candace knew where her bread was buttered and went instantly meek. Maybe she'd wanted this, subconsciously; certainly, she was going to get it. She reached behind her and made short work of the brassiere hooks, then let it slide down her arms and off.

"Skirt, too," Damian rasped.

"I'll load the cooler while you're busy," Lon offered, grinning.

"Thanks," Damian didn't shift his eyes from his prey.

'Yeah, thanks a lot!' Candace thought -- but she didn't verbalize it. Instead, she unzipped her jean skirt and let it drop -- and followed it with her panties without prompting.

Damian shoved her by the grip on her neck, "Bend over that barstool." Candace did so, and he kicked at her ankles. "Open up." Candace spread her legs. "Wider!" Candace widened her stance. "Don't fucking move!" He headed off to see what was available in the pantry.

Lon was loading canned soda into the cooler -- but there were old-style glass twelve ounce bottles, too. "What's up with that?" Damian asked, pointing.

"Mama can't resist a status symbol."

Damian chuckled to himself. "Let's see if she resists THIS one! He retorted. "Got an opener?"

"Church key in the first drawer on the left in the bar," Lon told him.

Damian snagged a bottle and backed into the kitchen. The church key was easily located, and there was a butter dish on the counter. Damian slipped a finger between her leathery nether lips -- and was unsurprised to find her wet and ready. He shook his head; while he didn't understand the mind-set, he DID understand that it meshed with his... Dropping his pants, he nosed his already nearly fully-erect cock between the lips of her gash and seated it at her hole, then drove it in, eliciting an "Ooof!" from Candace. Then, one hand on her hip, he started pumping, while preparing her for Phase Two.

A fingerful of butter greased her asshole enough for him to drive the finger deep into her -- and that was all he needed. He ran it in and out of her asshole a few times, listening to her whine, then reached for the bottle of soda. Popping the cap off, he put his lips over the neck to catch the spew of warm soda. "Yeah, perfect," he mumbled to himself. Putting his thumb over the opening, he shook the bottle a couple of times -- then poked the neck through Candace's greased bung!

Candace never saw it coming. One second, she was thinking that it wasn't polite to stand around sucking on a soda -- and the next, her guts were taking a beating from the blast of warm carbonated beverage the shaken bottle blasted into her rectum! "OMIGAAAAAWD!"

Damian chuckled, pinning her to the stool while pressing the bottle into her ass. "Be the first bitch on your block to get a soda pop enema!" he laughed.

"UUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!" Candace cramped instantly; the bottled soda brought its own source of gas pains with it. "GAAAWD, you're killing me!"

"You'll be fine -- suck it up!" Damian retorted. "It ain't poison..." By now, he was well into Phase Three -- trying to force the bottle into Candace's cringing ass deeply enough that it would stick.

"N--no, Damian! P--please!" Candace wailed.

"Wow," Lon grunted from close by. "I'll have to remember THAT one!"

"Now hold it until I'm done!" Damian grunted and started seriously fucking her. For Candace, it seemed like the next five or six minutes were the longest in her life...