Chapter 17

To say that the older generation was a surprise to the younger would be to dabble in understatement. Beth, however, took charge, "Hi, I'm 'B' and I'll be sort of house-mothering tonight, off and on. Under other circumstances, I'd tell you my name, but the boys REALLY shouldn't know it, you know? -- so we're going to go with first initials. Now, the lady in the pillory here, is 'P'; she's here because she's shy and she's worried about her weight problem and we didn't want her to get chicken at the last minute. Say hi, 'P'..." Beth rubbed Phyllis' ass.

"Hi," Phyllis croaked.

"This is 'A'," Beth continued, indicating Adele. "She has similar issues, so we dolled her up and blindfolded her. Say hi, Sweetie."

"Hi," Adele murmured.

"There are other older women around here that will be joining us -- three more, to be exact. Try to cooperate with them -- especially 'C' and 'L', who are long-standing club members." Beth smiled at the girls, "Now, I'm sure you're thinking, 'Why are THEY here?' Well, there are several reasons. In the first place, some of the boys will be big on talk, but little on experience. The best way for them to GET that experience is to cut their teeth on an older woman. Would you rather have sex with an experienced, confident boy, or a fumbler? We break the boys in and give them experience and confidence -- some of you have probably seen the results. In the second place, older gals need love, too -- in fact, we need it more than you do! Girls your age are just starting out, and in a lot of cases you can take it or leave it. A woman hits her sexual peak at around thirty-five, though, so older women need more and appreciate it more. Boys, on the other hand -- well, the bunch that will thunder down those stairs in a bit are AT their peak -- and, frankly, they're a bit much for girls your age to handle! Since we're OBVIOUSLY not going to be starting any relationships with the boys, we're not a threat to you -- but we CAN be a resource, teaching both of you things that will increase your pleasure and bleeding off some of their excess. Any questions?"

Bernice raised her hand. "Are we gonna get tied up?"

"There was a time when that might have happened, but right now, I'd say it was optional. If everyone behaves themselves, I'm sure it won't happen to anyone who doesn't request it." Beth beamed.

"Um, okay..." Bernice muttered.

Beth started handing out masks. "Everyone gets one of these, and everyone gets a card. Has that stuff all been gone into? Good. We're going to try to protect your anonymity -- please help us where you can. Now, as to the evening's entertainment -- how many of you plan to stay hidden, at least initially?"

"Well, Misha?" Donna jibed. The discovery that Misha had been the mysterious third girl in the booths earlier in the week had irritated Donna.

"I may, uh, start that way..." Misha muttered.

"Hmmm. Does anyone plan to work the floor? Things could get a little tight -- one of the booths is taken," Beth advised.

"I guess I can, uh, stand comparison," Donna muttered.

"Girls, please take off your clothes, won't you? We can move on to other things more easily that way," Beth said blandly. "One of the things you're going to learn tonight is that if you are naked and willing, BOYS DON'T CARE about your little imperfections! The reason that girls have to primp and dress up in public to try to outshine the competition is that your prime attractors are hidden under your clothes! I guarantee you that given the choice between a hot babe in a pantsuit who isn't interested in getting out of it and a not nearly as hot girl who is totally naked and crooking a finger, THERE IS NO CONTEST! The girl crooking her finger will get one hundred percent of the attention! Trust me! It's how they're wired! You can steal a boy from a cheerleader, as long as you're willing to go farther than she will!"

Bernice broke into a snorting giggle. "THAT's for sure!"

"You're Bernice, right?" Beth asked. "I understand that you're a bit notorious right now."

"Yeah," Bernice nodded. "I can sure confirm the whole naked thing! I got naked the other day, and I instantly had more boys than I could handle!"

"See?" Beth smiled. "Have you all drawn straws? Are we playing the dark room game?"

"I won," Misha announced, "but maybe Bernice should go. I'd like to suck a little, but..."

"You don't have to be behind a hole to suck, Sweetie," Beth chided. "You can just get down and do it." Misha nodded, but looked reluctant.

"All right, well..." Beth eyed Donna.

"Donna," the girl supplied.

"Donna. You will be out with us, then?"

"Yes."

"And you?" Beth eyed Anita.

"Um, later, I think."

"All right," Beth nodded. "There are mats in the next room. Obviously, there is this exam table -- it's kind of kinky. You might want to give a boy a massage -- with a happy ending, if you know what I mean," Beth waved at the massage table. "We'll be around to help you find things. Did everyone see the bathroom?" Beth gave the grand tour; most of them had seen it already. At the end, she said, "Bernice, why don't you team up with Anita for a bit -- we'll hold the dark room game until after we've drained the first flush off the boys. Okay?"

"Sure," Bernice nodded.

"All right -- we're about due. I'm going to pop upstairs and get the other ladies down for introductions. Why don't you hang out near the booth doors, just in case?" Smiling, she waved and headed upstairs.

In the kitchen, she briefed Candace, Louise, and Marta. "I told them we're going by our first initials. The volunteers are okay, I think -- shaky, but game. Come on downstairs for a moment so they can meet you and get a feel for who they can go to."

Downstairs, Beth, sensing that it might be getting late, was brief. "Girls, this is 'C.' She's more or less in charge of facilities -- if you need to know where something is, ask 'C.' She's also an original member, so she's a resource for other things." Indicating Louise, she added, "This is 'L.' 'L' has been around and can offer you sage advice -- don't be afraid to ask." Pointing to Marta, Beth finished, "And this is 'M.' 'M' is a newer member -- but she's enjoyed herself several times in the group, so she, too, can offer a perspective. Are there any questions?" There were none, but Beth remembered something. "Girls -- about birth control. If you're not on it, we have rubbers -- but I'm warning you that boys do NOT like them! We also have a morning-after pill. See 'L' or myself if you are going to need one. We also have a doctor on staff -- if you're not on contraception, you need to be. See us and we'll set you up with him -- you'll find that he's VERY affordable, so don't worry about money..." Beth's smile spoke volumes. There was a rattle on the stairs. "Uh oh! Showtime! Everybody stay behind the curtain until I get masks on the new arrivals!" Most of the girls ducked inside their booths, leaving Donna to stand behind the curtain with the older women and shake.

It turned out to be a false alarm of sorts; it was Terence and Clint and Damian, Brenda and Bonita and Alyssa. They took their masks and moved on into the main room.

Bobby, Pete, Trish and Tabitha arrived next. Candace asked the girls to gather the other three and go upstairs to help move the food and drink downstairs. Teela, Sonya, and Rick arrived and were quietly dispatched to Booth Two. Donna, somewhat amazed, whispered to Beth, "A boy?"

"It's a special case, Sweetie," Beth replied. "The girls -- well, one of them is his officially, and the other is UN-officially. Since he hasn't taken responsibility for her, she's technically open -- and has to do parties. The other girl insists on helping out. He's here more or less to keep an eye on his property."

"So he's not..."

"Gay? No. We DO have gay and bisexual members -- but I won't out them for you."

"Why doesn't he just claim the other girl?" Donna asked.

"Well, he feels that if he did he would be discounting the other relationship. The girl would really prefer that he just handle it -- she more or less hand-picked the other girl to be part of a threesome -- but he's trying to make a statement," Beth explained.

"That's kind of sweet of him."

"He's a good boy."

Moments later, there was the thunder of heavy feet down the staircase leading down from outside. Donna wanted to run, but she was rooted -- besides, where would she go? The boys were between her and the exits... The older women seemed nervous, too; 'A' muttered, "Oh, shit..."

Alonzo Perry, Big Mack Thornton, Chris Baxter and Ben Ellis were at least familiar with the layout, as were Tad Travis and Mark Torres. The other four -- Ray Thinnes, Frank Parker, Pete Franklin, and Isaiah Morse, were newcomers. The supply of scarf-type masks that covered the hair was too limited for the crowd, so Beth issued the boys simple black domino masks -- nobody cared. Just about everybody was ogling Beth's naked body. "Okay, boys," she announced, "We're extremely casual here, as you can see. Some of the guys already have a girl -- which should be pretty clear. There are a half-dozen or so younger girls who are free here, as well as some older women -- it's more or less 'ask and ye shall receive.' You can ask one of the guys to share, but they may not want to; some of you have been here before when the rules were a little different. This is more of a swing party -- but it's still up to the guys who swings and who doesn't. Please don't start a ruckus over a girl -- find another girl. If you can't, come see me and I'll help you, one way or another." She pulled back the curtain. "As you can see, we have other entertainments..."

"Damn!" Isaiah erupted. "That's a big 'un in that whatyamacallit..."

"It's called a pillory, Sweetie," Beth replied. "This is 'P' -- she's a little older and a little wiser..."

Terence climbed up off the couch. "You should try it," he recommended. "Especially if you, you know, haven't done anything before. Pick an older woman and let her walk you through it. Um, 'P,' there, is kind of chunky, but, you know, I cut my teeth on chunky -- and it's good stuff. They also tend to be a lot more cooperative and a lot more grateful. I've fucked 'P' and it's good stuff."

"Yeah?" Isaiah wandered up alongside Phyllis and rubbed her flank. "Them are some monster titties..."

"T--thank you..." Phyllis croaked.

"You mind?" Isaiah collected a handful and hefted it, then started playing with the nipple that firmed and elongated under his attentions.

"N--no. I like it."

"You like to fuck?" Isaiah asked.

"Yes."

"Do you suck?"

"Yes."

"I think I'll take my friend's advice, then." Isaiah tossed his clothing in a corner and circled the pillory. "Damn, right at crotch level..."

"If the pillory becomes an issue, take her out of it, by all means," Beth said smoothly. "For the rest of you, there are girls servicing all three glory holes, and of course, there are 'D' and 'A', here..."

Frank Parker wandered up to Adele. "Are you 'D' or 'A'?"

"I'm 'A,'" Adele replied.

"Why are you blindfolded and strung up like this?" Frank asked, running his hand over her belly.

"I got chicken, so, uh, 'B' figured if she trussed me up, I couldn't run before you guys got here."

"Are you scared of us?" Frank asked.

"No -- just embarrassed. I'm not in the best shape."

"You look pretty hot to me." He let his hand drift to her pubic mound. "You can't do much, I guess..."

"Well, nothing much is supposed to be off-limits..." Adele murmured.

"Cool." Frank pressed a bit, and Adele shifted, spreading her stance, granting him access to her labia. "So why don't you tell me what feels good?"

"Unh huh! Okay!" Adele gasped.

"Again, that was just to keep her from running off, Sweetie," Beth pointed out. "Now that you've got her, you can let her loose if having her stand there is inconvenient."

"Okay, thanks," Frank nodded -- but he made no move to release Adele. "That's your clit, right?" he asked the black woman, running his fingers over the hardening bump.

"Yesss..."

"Think I can make you cum?"

"Um, yeah, I think so..." Adele's voice was already tense with need.

"Good. How am I doing?"

"Good..."

"You guys need to try out the glory holes," Alonzo opined. "They're a blast!"

"Oh! Boys! Were you briefed about the cards?" Beth asked.

"Yah," Ray nodded. "Girls have cards. If we like what they do and we're interested in taking 'em out, we ask for the card. One of you guys tells us who it is. If we take a card and get a name, the chick gets two dates -- public stuff, nothing chicken-shit."

"Exactly right!" Beth agreed. "Have fun!"

"So," Alonzo eyed Donna, "I guess you're 'D' -- that right?"

Donna wiped her nose with a tissue and bleated, "Yes."

"How come you're not in a hole?"

"Things are crowded. Besides, 'B' asked for volunteers to 'work the floor' as she calls it."

"Gutsy," Alonzo mused. "Do you know what 'working the floor' is, exactly?"

"No."

"It's whatever he wants, Sweetie," Beth interjected.

"Do you suck?" Alonzo asked.

"Yes." Donna nodded.

"Come get it." Alonzo started getting out of his clothing. Donna came over to him and knelt up to collect his cock, which was different from her previous experience, as it tapered and didn't seem as large. "These are nice," he opined, running his hands over Donna's breasts. Donna had sizeable, yet conical breasts, wide at the base and smoothly plush to pink nipples. Alonzo's hands felt good on them. Bending over to reach then wasn't working for Alonzo, however, so he let go. "Come on, I think I'll sit down," Alonzo decided, pulling Donna to her feet. Looking up, he asked Beth, "Is 'L' here?"

"She's upstairs, but will probably be down any time," Beth replied.

"Later, then." 'L' was a good fuck, even if she was quite a bit older...

"So..." Ray didn't know what to do.

"Come on, get a blow job," Tad urged, leading him to the booths. "Just knock on the wall and whoever is in there will open up, like this..." He demonstrated; Sonya obediently opened the hole on Booth Two and Tad stuck his cock through. "Aaahhh..." Tad sighed. "Man, that's good!"

Ray knocked on Booth One and Anita opened the hole; he gingerly stuck his cock through and Anita just as gingerly took charge of it. But she knew what she was doing, basically, so soon Ray was grinning at Tad, "Cool!"

Chris wandered down to Booth Three. "Are you in there?" he asked, tapping on the wall. Misha opened up. Chris dropped his pants and slid his already rampant cock into the hole -- and a familiar pair of lips rolled over it. "Ahhh! Same girl, I bet! Are you?" Misha nodded, her mouth full of his cock so he didn't have to see her to know the answer. "I THOUGHT so! I couldn't wait for tonight so I could feel those lips again! Come out so I can watch you!"

Misha shook her head no.

"Come on, you know you want to -- it's got to be better that beating your head against the wall..." Chris cajoled.

Misha shook her head no again, then swallowed him to the root.

"Uuuhhh! Shit!" Chris gasped. "Come on -- you asked me to fuck you, remember? You can't do that from in there..." It took considerable willpower, but he backed up.

Misha pressed her face to the hole, her mouth open, her tongue sticking out. "No, come out here and get it," Chris stood firm. Misha whined. Chris put his finger on her tongue and she sucked it in. "Come on... It'll be better..."

Misha opened up, releasing his finger, and whispered, "I can't!"

"Why not?" Chris squatted to converse.

"You won't want me if you see me."

"Why? Are you covered with lumps or something?"

Misha giggled nervously. "No."

"Okay, then."

"No, I'm scared. Please?" Misha begged.

"No."

"Please! Pretty please!"

"No."

"B--but..."

"I'm gonna walk..." Chris threatened. "Open the door."

There was silence for several seconds, then Misha husked, "Okay." She undid the inside bolt, then huddled in the corner.

"Come out."

"You come in."

"Fine." Chris stepped to the door, opened it and looked inside. Misha knelt, hiding her face. "What's so bad?"

"Well, nothing, really," Misha mumbled.

"Okay. So, you're shy?" Chris opened the door wide so the light leaked through. There was a chair in the booth; he positioned it and settled into it. "Come here, then."

Misha was holding her eyeglasses and a crumpled card as she turned and crawled forward. Chris eyed her, wondering. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"You don't look it."

"I know."

"Suck me."

Misha didn't say anything -- she just wrapped her fingers around that sweet, sweet dick and pulled it into her mouth.

"Give me those," Chris muttered, taking her eyeglasses -- and the card -- so she could work with both hands. "Fuck, you give INCREDIBLE head!" The gurgle Misha emitted meant, "thank you" -- and Chris knew it. He caressed her neck and shoulders and played with the brown hair cascading from beneath the mask hood while she worshipped his cock and balls with her hands and mouth.

Beth stuck her head in the door, but this was acceptable; obviously little Misha was handling things. It might set an odd precedent, but Beth wasn't THAT worried.

Isaiah decided that face-fucking 'P' was okay, but there was a pussy on the other end, after all. Frank had 'A' literally dancing -- bucking and moaning and gasping and shifting from foot to foot. Her thighs were shiny with pussy juice. "Jeez, Frank, take her down and give her a dick!"

"I'm having fun!" Frank retorted. "Leave me alone!"

"Hey, whatever..." Isaiah circled around and rubbed his dick along Phyllis' oozing split. "Do you have a big pussy?"

"Uuhhngh! Not THAT big!" Phyllis croaked as Isaiah stuffed his cock into her.

"Huh! Guess not..." Isaiah chuckled. "Shit, it's NICE in there! I was afraid it was gonna echo..." He took Phyllis' thick hips in hand and started pounding himself against her plush ass. "My man 'T' seems to know what he's talkin' about..." he puffed.

Mark Torres was hopping from foot to foot; usually, he just got a couple of glory hole blow jobs and hit the bricks -- but he'd delayed too long and everything was taken...

... Everything but Beth, that is. "What's up, Sweetie? Did you miss out? I can take care of you, if you like..."

"Uuh, I dunno," Mark mumbled.

"Dude, 'B' TEACHES deep throat!" Damian called from the couch. "She's an expert! Just give her your dick and enjoy yourself!"

"Umm, well, okay..." Mark muttered. If she was an expert, nobody would take it amiss if he blew a load in thirty seconds...

Beth, however, read him like a book. He had 'I'm prone to premature ejaculation!' written all over him! That being the case, she set him up for something a little different... "My, you have HUGE balls!" she exclaimed. "Do you like having them sucked?" She started sucking and licking at his scrotum.

Mark LOVED it! It felt wonderful -- and his cock got as hard as stone -- but he didn't shoot straight to orgasm. By the time Beth changed over to his cock, he had settled down some and could enjoy it. She sucked and licked, running her tongue under his foreskin, making him grunt and gasp -- but would back off to licking his shaft or just sucking whenever he got too worked up. Mark, relieved of his anxiety, thoroughly enjoyed it!

"I'm gonna untie the rope, now," Frank told Adele. "Then we're gonna go to that table with the stirrups and I'm gonna set you up in it and fuck you -- okay?"

"Oh, thank God!" Adele moaned.

"Heh heh heh," Frank chuckled. Screwing with the woman had been a blast! He untied the rope and coiled it, but did not remove Adele's binders. Instead, he led her by her bound wrists to the table and backed her up between the stirrups. "Hop up." Adele did so. "Now lie back. Keep your ass at the edge..." Frank proceeded to adjust the backrest and put Adele's feet in the stirrups, then dropped his pants and rubbed his cock against her wet slit. "You want this?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Adele moaned.

"Okay, then." Frank sank his cock into Adele's cunt. "Ah, SHIT, that's nice! Fuck!" Grasping her thighs to him, he pumped his cock into her.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!" Adele wailed.

Donna sucked and lipped Alonzo's cock, unable to see much but his belly and thighs as he sat in the chair before her. To her left, she could hear the slaps of some couple's pubic mounds impacting one another. It was an interracial couple and the boy was white, so it was probably Trish and Bobby McCormick, she figured. To her right, a boy -- Damian Carter? -- was telling a girl, "That's it, take it deep... Now roll your lips over the head. Yeah, like that. Fuck it with your lips. That's the way I like it..." Donna's current target was holding her head and giving little jabs at her mouth that rolled her lips over his glans and back; Donna got the hint and started doing it without being manipulated. "Yeah, shit," Alonzo grunted. "It's comin'. I'm gonna unload in that sweet mouth..." Moments later, he pinned her head; Donna clamped down with her lips and let him work his cock back and forth a couple of times, getting his finishing strokes, then sucked the salty flood of his semen. "YAAAAHH, FUUUCK!" Alonzo grunted as his meat let go in the chunky-assed brunette with the runny nose's mouth. "You give pretty good head, Honey. Climb up here and sit on my lap for a while..."

Tad staggered back from Booth Two, leaving Sonya a mouthful of goo. "I LOVE this shit!" he grunted. "What's there to eat?" Ray laughed, but he was distracted; Anita had figured out what he liked best, and he was seconds from unloading his balls...

"Ogod! Ogod! Ogod!" Phyllis had a litany going as Isaiah pounded her to glory. He was amazing! Phyllis figured he had ejaculated once inside her from his grunts and the way her pussy was suddenly sloppy -- but he'd kept right on going. Phyllis was on HER second orgasm and didn't begrudge him a second load AT ALL!

Chris couldn't even speak; the little half-blind (she must be, from those eyeglasses, he figured) girl was providing an EVEN BETTER blow job than her first effort -- and Chris was in Heaven! If this one fucked EVEN CLOSE to the way she sucked dick, she was a marvel!

Donna sat on the chair arm rather than squash Alonzo (which was her concern, not his -- he knew better). Looking around, she realized that if you had a program, the masks meant nothing. The black girl on her back in the corner was Trish, so the white boy pumping his cock in her was Bobby McCormick. Alyssa Hayes was sucking Damian Carter's cock. Bonita Vasquez was bouncing up and down in Terence Carter's lap. Spindly Brenda McAllister was lying on a mat on the pool table with her narrow legs over some boy's shoulders, taking a pretty good-sized cock -- was that Clint Reed? The big brown-haired girl in the floor over there, sucking a black boy's cock was Miriam Fleiss -- so the guy had to be Randy Hayes. It was pretty amazing how everybody was sucking and fucking like it didn't matter who knew...

Others were a little harder to figure out. She had no idea who 'B' or 'A' or 'P' were, and could only guess at some of the unattached boys. She was pretty sure the guy she'd just sucked was Alonzo Perry, for instance. The guy 'B' was sucking? Donna wasn't sure. The guy fucking 'P' was PROBABLY Isaiah Morse -- she recognized his voice. The guy fucking 'A' was another question mark, but she thought the guy sitting on the pool table idly playing with himself while he watched Clint fuck Brenda was PROBABLY Big Mac Thornton. He had a nice cock...

Her attention got a return from that quarter -- the guy waved and pointed to Alonzo. Donna nudged him and the guy asked, "You done with that?" waving at Donna.

"Yeah, for now," Alonzo replied.

"Send her my way, then."

"Go on," Alonzo told Donna. "Maybe I'll get seconds later." Donna got up and headed for the table. Whoever it was eyed her for a minute as she approached, then went to a stack of pads and thin mattresses and collected one. Tossing it on the floor, he pointed. "Lie down on your back."

Donna sat, but didn't lie back. "Uh," she muttered nervously, licking her lips, "I, uh..."

"What?" Mac pushed her backward as if she was a doll. "If you didn't want it, you shouldn't have been ogling it." He crawled between her legs.

"B--but..." Donna reached up to fend him off, but he was vertical, anyway as he crawled up and started rubbing his cock against her labia. "I'm -- OWWW!"

Mac stopped dead; he had his glans in her, but that was it. Still, the dirty deed was done already. He cocked his head. "You're cherry?"

Donna bit her lips and tried to keep from crying. "I was..."

"Jeez, I'm sorry, Honey. I thought you were gettin' drilled regularly like everybody else around here! You want me to get out?" He made to withdraw.

"It's... too late..." Donna sniffled. "I came for this, anyway. I... just expected..."

"You just expected whoever did it to take it easy, I bet!" Mac interrupted. "Well, whatever... What can I do now?"

"Wait..." Donna did a self-assessment. "No, move around a bit -- that's enough! Okay, some more..." It still hurt to push past the ragged edges of her freshly ruptured hymen, but otherwise, it wasn't bad. Actually, it was... interesting... "Let's, uh, go ahead -- slow..."

Mac started gently cycling in the tight sheath of the chunky-assed brunette's cunt. In a little, out a little, in a little, out a little... It was tight like nobody's business! There were red streaks on the shaft of his dick -- he'd popped a cherry! Damn! Nice, too... He pushed in a little deeper and she didn't complain, so a coupe of strokes later, he took another little bit. "How's that?"

"Mmmm..." The girl's tone left it unclear whether it was good or bad.

"Put your legs up on my arms, there, Darlin'," Mac muttered. Donna complied. Mac went for full penetration over three strokes -- and got it. "I'm in all the way..."

"Yessss..." It wasn't wonderful yet, but it was... urgent. That's the best Donna could do to describe the cock plowing up her chute. The ragged edges of her hymen still struck sparks, but she was getting wetter and there was less friction at her opening. Meanwhile, there was something about how it felt when his pubic bone hit hers and his cock hit bottom -- something urgent -- something necessary -- something required. Something she had to have... "Okay. It's okay..."

'Okay,' Mac thought. 'What does THAT mean?' but then the little bitch clenched her calves, lifting her ass into one of his strokes. 'Oh, really...' Mac grinned to himself. That ass came up again to meet the next stroke -- and again, and again, and again... "Just okay?"

"N--no. B--better..." Donna gasped.

"Put your legs over my shoulders like she's doing," Mac directed, nodding at Brenda. Donna complied. "Now you can get more leverage."

"Uh huh..." Suddenly Donna was panting like a locomotive. "Do it! H--hard!"

"Um, yeah, party time!" Mac grunted, and jacked up the power.

"YESSSS...!" The little bitch's face was pink and her head snapped back and forth on the mattress while her ass snapped up to meet every stroke and her hands floated around, looking for something to do. Mac didn't need a guidebook to know that when her chest pinked up to the nipples, she was having a good time!

Donna was in it. The urgency was all-consuming -- and underneath -- pleasure! Huge, rolling waves that came with every impact as Big Mac drove his shaft into her depths, drilling for it! Every stroke brought her closer to the gusher... "Yes! YES! FUCK ME! OH, GAAAAWWWWDDDD!!!!!" She wanted his cock to poke out her mouth, as long as he could find all of her pleasure points between there and her pussy! Her pussy clamped down on him and every little bit of the resulting friction yielded pleasure! Donna threw her ass up to meet his strokes, trying to get every millimeter of his pleasure-giving probe as orgasm -- with a capital 'O' -- smashed across her senses!

Mac saw it coming -- but underestimated it. One second, she was flopping a bit, obviously on the edge -- and the next, she was crawling up his cock and wailing! Big ass or no big ass, THIS was a FUCK! "C'mon Darlin' -- I'm tryin' to hold out... Aw, FUUUUCK!!!" Mac couldn't hold out in the face of Donna's explosive clasping of his cock -- excitement caused his balls to rumble and the next thing he knew he was pouring jizz into the little bitch's hungry twat just as fast as he could pump it! "Fuck, what a ride!"

In Booth One, Chris didn't say anything as his cock pumped semen down the hungry throat of the little chick with the magic mouth -- Hell, he wasn't even breathing! Teeth clenched, he strained upward, his muscles locked, literally lifting her partway into the air as she swallowed, her throat impaled on his member.

The excitement was infectious; Beth used it to finish Mark -- and allowed him to clutch her head to him while his heavy balls fed her a fire hose-like stream of seed.

Isaiah staggered back from Phyllis' ass. "I'm gonna undo you now, 'cause I want to lay down and take a nap with my head between those big fat titties of yours, okay?"

"Okay!" Phyllis was more than happy to oblige!

Mac started taking serious inventory. "Hey, you're that hot little number from the other day, aren't you?"

"Umm huh," Donna mumbled, still awash.

"I guess I got your cherry after all," Mac chuckled.