Chapter 18

Meanwhile, Toby and Amy were making other deliveries. Randy and Miriam were at the clubhouse because Randy had released the van to Toby to run HIS errands -- and he and Amy were out collecting boys...

Nothing had presented itself that was any better for Nicky and Vince than Toby's place, so Toby picked up Nicky and dropped him there, then went to get Vince.

Amy, however, counseled against throwing that particular pair together without supervision, "I don't know if I trust Vince..."

"You could be right," Toby agreed. "Let's put the other mashup in place first..." Vince wasn't thrilled, but Toby (and Amy) hauled Eddie Ray out of there first.

Fred gave considerable though to exactly how he was going to handle the situation -- but not having any idea how to go about things, he wasn't able to come up with any brilliant plan. Finally, he settled on collecting some materials and setting up shop in the den...

Toby called when they were just pulling up. "We're here. How do you want to handle things?"

"Just send him in," Fred replied. "It'll fly or it won't, I guess. Hang out for five minutes or so, and if he doesn't come runnin' back out, it's all good."

"Okay." Toby hung up and went around back and opened the doors. "Just go on in. We'll wait a couple of minutes, just in case, but things should be fine."

"Okay." Eddie Ray gulped. "You know this guy, right?"

"Yeah, he's okay -- promise," Toby assured him.

"Okay..." Eddie Ray gathered himself and went up to the door. The main door was open -- just the screen was closed. Eddie Ray turned around to confirm things, but Toby waved him forward, so he opened the door. There was a TV going in one of the rooms -- it was giving off just about the only light available. By the time Eddie Ray reached the room where it was playing, he recognized the programming as porn -- gay porn. He stuck his head in the door to find a black man (!) lounging in the recliner in baggy shorts, jacking his cock.

"Don't just stand there," Fred rumbled. "Come on in. You suck, don't you?"

Eddie Ray came over to stand over the recliner, looking down on Fred. "I, uh..."

Fred reached out and slid his hand under Eddie Ray's T-shirt. "Nice. Real nice. Are you hung, too?" He snaked his hand around onto Eddie Ray's back. "You must work out. Get undressed."

Eddie Ray swallowed, thinking, 'A black guy! Vince would FREAK!' then tossed his T-shirt over his head. His sweatpants already had a tent in them.

"That's it," Fred rumbled. "Give us a suck." He waggled his cock in his fist. "I'll want to do yours, too, but somebody's gotta start..."

Eddie Ray knelt and engulfed Fred's chocolate-colored shaft in his practiced mouth.

"Ah, shit yeah! Sweet! " Fred grunted, "Here, play with my balls!" He pulled the loose crotch of the shorts aside to expose his testicles. Eddie Ray rolled them between his fingers. "We're gonna get along fine..." Fred muttered, sliding his hand past the waistband of Eddie Ray's sweatpants and over his ass.

"This is working," Amy announced. "They're fine."

"Time to get Vince, then," Toby agreed, and put the van in gear.

Two minutes later, Eddie Ray, nude, was perched straddling Fred's head on the recliner back so Fred could lip his cock while he sucked Fred's rod down his throat...

Vince and Nicky lived down to expectation as far as initial difficulty was concerned. Vince was clearly agitated when they picked him up -- and he got more nervous en route. When they went inside to find Little Nicky watching a porn flick in Toby's living room, Vince groused, "Him? I knew about him..."

"He knew about you, too," Toby retorted, irritated, "So what am I doing here?"

"Shit." Vince rumbled. "Come here, you." Nicky got up and approached, cautiously -- but Vince was rattlesnake fast. Vince grabbed Nicky by his neck and threw him to his knees with his face in his crotch and said, "Tug 'em down and meet you new little buddy..."

Nicky struggled, but couldn't get anywhere. Vince shook him like a terrier shakes a rat, "NOW, squirt!"

Nicky glanced around accusingly at Toby while he pulled Vince's sweatpants down. "You know, Vince, despite what you THINK you know about Nicky, this is his first time!" Toby announced.

"He might have told YOU that, but I'm not buying!" Vince snorted. "Open up, Squirt!" He rubbed his half-hard length on Nicky's lips.

"He's -- urk!" Nicky opened his mouth to defend himself and got it filled with meat.

"Does it matter?" Vince asked him rhetorically. "What're you here for, anyway? Suck!"

Nicky sucked. Vince was spoiled; his first comment was, "You can do better than that!"

"You're going to have to teach him," Toby asserted. "And if you keep going the way you are, you'll fuck him up for the next guy!"

"Fuck. You're REALLY cherry?" Vince backed Nicky off his cock holding him by the ears.

"Yes."

"Well, shit." Vince rubbed his face. "Awright. Let's go over to the couch. Obviously, I can't just stick a dick in you..." He led Nicky to the couch. "Get naked." He started shucking out of his own stuff. "Toby, how much porn you got?"

Toby shrugged. "I think that's Nicky's. I've got hetero stuff, but I don't generally deal in that -- no offense."

"Yeah, yeah -- none taken. Squirt, how many CDs did you bring?"

"Two."

"Should be enough. Crawl up on the couch here so I can get at you..." He stretched out on the couch and pulled Nicky, nude, against him, seating his cock in the crack of the smaller boy's ass. Waving Toby over, he asked in a stage whisper, "Rubbers? Lube?"

"In my shorts," Nicky muttered. "Are six enough?"

"For me, maybe," Vince chuckled. "Seriously, if you're cherry, we can pass. I thought you'd been around."

"I haven't."

"Okay."

The two encounters couldn't have been much different, as it turned out. Fred and Eddie Ray could and did deal with one another as equals, although Eddie Ray, more or less out of habit, tended to end up on the bottom. Vince's dominance had been established over time as the result of multiple physical contests and mutual respect; Eddie Ray had sucked his first cock as the result of a wrestling pin. As a result, Eddie Ray was used to operating from a position of near equality -- but he was also used to ending up on the bottom. Fred wasn't as young and hardy as Vince, but he'd been using his muscles for decades, and he was HARD -- and Eddie Ray respected that almost instinctively. Still, Fred didn't make demands that he wasn't prepared to reciprocate on, so the encounter moved forward with a certain 'fuck buddy' flavor.

On the other hand, the encounter between Vince and Nicky was a departure for Vince, in particular. Nicky was POTENTIALLY gay -- he THOUGHT he was gay -- but he'd never committed an act and was scared to death! Dominance was never an issue between them -- and that changed things, Vince realized. Despite his willingness -- even eagerness -- Nicky needed to be coddled -- something Vince wasn't used to doing. From an approach standpoint, it was almost easier for Vince to think of Nicky as a girl -- with the exception of the fact that Vince had discovered that he really wasn't into girls. But Nicky had a cock -- not a huge one, but it was certainly serviceable -- and Vince could relate to that... Cocks were things men used to have fun -- and Nicky had a cock, so he was a man. Vince could address Nicky's cock and give him pleasure, and teach Nicky to address his -- that worked...

They started out on the couch, Nicky pressed back against Vince, Vince's cock seated between his buns like a hot dog. They watched the gay porn while Vince jacked Nicky's cock and played with his spiky little nipples, occasionally shifting his attention to Nicky's balls and some reaching between Nicky's obediently splayed legs to toy with his asshole. Nicky would get so excited he shook -- and he showed a disconcerting tendency to want to kiss -- something Vince and Eddie Ray had never really bothered with. The whole affection thing was weird and strange to Vince -- but oddly exciting, so he didn't quash it. After a few minutes, Nicky rolled over to face Vince -- and he wanted to kiss and suck Vince's neck and his nipples and caress and suck...

It felt good, so Vince let him do it. There was a whole new amazing dimension to Nicky's approach; he was on top, for instance, and theoretically in control -- but he was lavishing attention on Vince instead of demanding something. It was really strange, but really hot -- a seduction, instead of a straight-up exchange of blow jobs or a rapidly negotiated delivery of some ass. Nicky was... sensual. When Nicky went back to sucking Vince's cock, Vince KNEW he was giving it his all -- and Nicky was devastated when it became apparent that he wasn't going to learn deep-throat overnight. Vince tutored him, relating in gasps what felt good and what was only so-so -- and rewarded Nicky with a mouthful of his seed, giving the slight boy a much-needed sense of accomplishment -- then Vince reciprocated, playing Nicky's cock with his fist and his lips and tongue while toying with his asshole until Nicky arched himself in a bow and erupted into Vince's mouth.

Then it was time to take Nicky's anal cherry; Vince was uncharacteristically slow, considerate and gentle as he sank his cock into Nicky's hot, slick anus, missionary-style. Nicky groaned and tossed and whined and Vince knew it hurt -- but, let's face it, it could hurt any time, whether he wanted it to, or not. Vince wasn't sparing with the lube, and Nicky related between gasps that he'd played with toys in his ass, which helped. When he was balls deep in the slight boy, he leaned down to kiss him, surprised that Nicky had a hard on; Eddie Ray tended to be flaccid whenever he had a cock in him. Vince lubed his hands and jacked Nicky off while he fucked him, starting slowly and bringing up the speed and power gradually to a point where Vince himself could obtain his pleasure; Nicky gasped and moaned and exclaimed at how good it was, rolling his ass up to take Vince's strokes -- and eventually splattered his own chest and belly with his cum before Vince filled his colon with his.

Afterward, Nicky wanted to make out; Vince wasn't really interested, but he participated for a bit, anyway. They fell asleep the way they had begun, with Nicky backed against Vince on the couch, Nicky clutching one of Vince's brawny arms to him.

As has been indicated, Fred and Eddie Ray did things totally differently. After the initial sixty-nine-style mutual blowjob (completed on both sides), they watched a little porn and played with each other's cocks, getting familiar with one another. Then Fred fucked Eddie Ray doggie-style while Eddie Ray masturbated himself (which failed; as advertised, Eddie Ray would go flaccid while being fucked), Then Eddie Ray put his cock in Fred, doggie-style, enjoying Fred's ass until he got his rocks off. Fred managed another cum from masturbation with Eddie Ray's cock pumping in his colon -- but after that, he was pretty well flagged; when Eddie Ray showed an inclination for more a bit later, Fred sucked him, fingering his ass, while he watched a porn video. Eddie Ray then crashed on Fred's couch and Fred slept in his recliner for a bit while the porn droned from the TV. Neither of them had any idea when Eddie Ray was going to be picked up.

Meanwhile, things continued to move at their own pace at the clubhouse. Louise came downstairs to find several couples obviously in post-coital recovery, although Frank was fucking Adele on the exam table. "Damn, did I miss the party?" She glanced around; there WERE a couple of guys obviously idling... Louise spied Ben Ellis, "What about you, Baby -- has anyone given you any attention yet?"

"Uh, no..." Ben eyed the newcomer -- another older black woman -- this one thinner than the rest of the crop, with smaller, somewhat saggy titties.

"Got any plans?" Louise turned on the charm.

Ben looked a little taken aback, but Pete Franklin erupted, "Jeez, if you're just gonna stand there, I'm lookin'!"

Louise shifted targets, "What would you like?"

"What can you provide?" Pete asked, crossing the room.

"Oh, I do it all, Baby -- I do it all!" Louise assured him.

"Cool!" Pete lowered his voice as he closed on Louise. "I hope you don't mind, I'm, uh, not too experienced..." He wasn't at all, in fact.

"Don't you worry, Baby," Louise murmured back, "You put yourself in Mama 'L's hands and we'll have a GRAND time! Okay?"

"Okay!"

"You get out of those clothes and we'll see what we've got here..." Louise went to work on his jean fly while Pete got out of his shirt. The result was a perfectly acceptable if not spectacular length of moderately thick, uncircumcised meat. "Oh, look, Baby! It's glad to see me!" Louise jacked it, slid back the foreskin, and gave it a lick. "Yeah, we're gonna have a GRAND time!" Pete got an urgent look on his face, so Louise backed off, moving to help him get out of his shoes, deliberately giving him time to recover. "Hop up on the massage table, Baby," she directed, "That way I don't have to suck from my knees."

"Sure!" Pete was more than happy to oblige. Louise bent at the waist and took him in again.

It was good -- too good! Pete knew he was going to last mere seconds, so he pressed Louise back. But Louise let up and whispered, "I know what's happening. It's just not gonna last long, Baby. It's okay. You just let go in my mouth and enjoy yourself, and when it comes back up, it'll last longer. We've got all night, basically, so don't worry about getting your licks in!" Pete nodded and Louise sucked him in again. She tried to make it last, but Pete was just too far over the hump; in less than ten seconds, he quietly hunched himself over her and started pumping out cum. Louise swallowed it and continued to work him as if he'd never cum at all, preserving his reputation and bolstering his ego with her acceptance.

Ben's indecisiveness was unexpectedly rewarded when Candace and Marta appeared in the stairwell. He froze; either one of this pair had the competition on the ground beat! "Uh, hey!" he croaked.

Candace zeroed in on him, liking what she saw. "Yes, Honey?"

"Are you...?"

"Busy?" Candace finished for him. "I am now!" She swept the room with her eyes. "It's crowded down here -- why don't you come upstairs and show Mama a good time?"

Both Hank and Damian chuckled. "You're in good hands, Man! Trust me!" Hank yelled. Maddie frowned and tugged him back into a clinch -- but continued to watch the floor as her mother was standing there...

Marta, having lost the support of Candace, was looking VERY uncertain. Damian waved her over to him. Marta crossed the room, her eyes flicking from corner to corner; it seemed like there were bodies everywhere!

"You okay?" Damian asked.

"Yes," Marta lied.

It wasn't EVEN believable. Damian waved at Alonzo, who got up and came over. Taking Marta's hand, he placed it in Alonzo's. "This is 'M'. She's a little shy, but she's hot as a pistol. You take her upstairs and go somewhere that pair isn't. She likes to start gentle -- you can do gentle, right?" Damian grinned.

"Yeah, I can do gentle," Alonzo nodded. For an older chick, 'M' was HOT!

"I now pronounce you hooked up," Damian intoned. "You may fuck the woman."

Alonzo laughed and pulled Marta toward the stairs. "Where do you think is a good place?"

"Well, there's a couch," Marta murmured, tearing her eyes away from Alonzo's cock. "And there is at least one bedroom..."

"Lead on." They hit the top of the stairs just as Candace led Ben into the living room, saying, "Let's play on the couch." Marta turned their steps toward the guest room where she'd recently recuperated.

Negotiations between Candace and Ben went quickly. "What would you like, Hon? Do you want Mama to suck you or do you just want to fuck?"

"Well," Ben blurted, "I just want to fuck, but..."

"Afraid you'll get overexcited?" Candace asked, smiling. "You're a strong, virile young man -- why don't you just keep fucking? Go for the second pass? I bet you can do that..."

"Yeah," Ben agreed, "I bet I can."

"Okay, then," Candace murmured, flopping over on her side and scooting onto her back, "Let's have some fun! Come give Mama a good fucking!"

It was as simple as that. Ben lined up his cock with a shaking hand and pushed it into her. The first few strokes were a little tough because Candace wasn't really wet enough, but in some ways they were the better for it; Ben lasted about thirty seconds before squirting an addition to her lubrication inside her -- and after that, everything was smooth sailing! "See?" Candace cooed, "I knew you could do it! Now ride Mama hard, 'cause that's the way she likes it!"

"In here," Marta announced shyly, indicating the guest room. Alonzo went through the door, taking the lead, pulling Marta inside by the hand.

"Do you want the door closed?" he asked.

"I -- Please." She DID care, despite what she almost told him. It had been over a week since Marta had gotten sex - and in the days before that, she'd been more or less spoiled by the efforts of several of the group's young males. Alonzo was hot looking, in her opinion; he was one of those Black-Puerto Rican crosses that seem to occur a lot more often than straight Black-White mixes. He struck a chord with her own heritage, making her more comfortable about the situation.

Sensing that she wanted him to, Alonzo took charge, pulling her in, "You're HOT -- you know that?"

"I'm an old woman!" Marta demurred -- but she smiled, pleased at the compliment.

"You're a fox!" Alonzo argued, maneuvering her so she sat on the bed. Before she was even settled, he dove in and sucked in a brown nipple, causing it to crinkle and lengthen in his mouth, "Mmmmm!"

Marta found herself cradling his head. "Ahhh. So good. Mmmm..."

Without popping up, Alonzo pushed her over on her side and rolled her onto her back, following that nipple as it moved. Marta found herself on her back with Alonzo between her spread legs -- and then his fingers traced her crotch. "My God!" In mere seconds, he had a finger in her, and two more tracking it alongside her clitoris. 'So masterful!' she thought, marveling at the way he took control of her. Fernando had controlled her, but he'd been heavy-handed, clumsy, and gruffly demanding. Alonzo just moved in and accepted her surrender.

Alonzo, for his part, expected her to yell, "Stop!" and start pushing him off any second! He was rushing, moving too rapidly -- but he couldn't wait! He probed her passage with a finger, and rubbed alongside her clitoral hood, the confidence and mastery she saw actually only burning urgency to get inside her.

It didn't matter. In some cases, perception is reality. Marta lubricated quickly and telegraphed her acceptance by reaching for Alonzo's stiff, tapered cock. Alonzo was more than happy to crawl forward behind it as she moved it to her wet, split labia and rubbed it there -- and he kept going, driving forward into her as soon as it was seated at her opening!

Marta was happy to take it! Sex with her rescuers had been an awakening -- and she had the itch, wanting regular service to make up for lost time. Alonzo crawled forward and his hips started cycling his cock in her and she crossed her ankles behind his thighs to make sure the welcome piston didn't go anywhere any time soon!

Alonzo remembered himself and backed off, but Marta reached up to caress his face and said, "No, we're past that -- do with me as you will. I want you." Relieved and encouraged, Alonzo stepped up the pace and the power -- and Marta cooperated fully, rolling her hips and hissing "Yessss..." in a tone that oozed pleasure.

For Alonzo, this was the most perfect fuck he'd ever experienced. 'M's enthusiastic cooperation and soft sounds of pleasure were more pleasant to him than 'L's demanding urgency and loud exhortations and approving commentary on his performance and virility. 'M' melded with him, teaming with him in the race to generate pleasure. He led; she supported him, matching her movements to his and adding to what he did, striving with him, rather than against him -- even in the throes of orgasm. Alonzo pushed her through completion once, twice -- but as she rose to her third, they both knew instinctively that he would not survive the third pass. Instead, as her vagina tightened on the brink of her third orgasm, the sensations became too intense for Alonzo to maintain control and he smashed himself into her a half-dozen times before the intense pleasure of her tight channel triggered his balls and he emptied himself in her.

This was just perfect for Marta; the pulsing of his cock in her set up a sympathetic pulsing in her channel, and her third orgasm rolled over her as she accepted the welcome flood. When it was over, she pulled him down onto her so she could feel his welcome heat and hard musculature, and kiss his sweaty neck and shoulder.

In the living room, Candace and Ben were approaching things differently. Instead of melding to the point of almost being a single organism, each of them was using the other to climb the heights of pleasure. They were headed in the same direction, but it was a much more self-centered approach, each cooperating to the extent required to maximize his or her pleasure -- that being the primary focus, rather than giving to each other in order to maximize things for both.

Candace was habituated to this approach -- and Ben, being young and male, didn't know any better, anyway -- it's the default solution for males, anyway. Besides, it worked...

"That's it!" Candace gasped, "Fuck Mama! Beat me with that dick! Drill me! Fill me! Fuck me!" She was delirious with pleasure; Ben was doing a bang-up job! He was a perpetual motion machine, hammering his thick cock into her again and again on a regular cycle that allowed her to move to and fro, tuning the pleasure for herself while using his motion as a baseline. From Candace's perspective, it was virtual perfection; having cum once inside her, he seemed inexhaustible as he powered his way toward an eventual second orgasm, perfectly happy to go and go and go until he crashed. Candace had popped twice already -- big ones -- and there was no question that she would reach three -- and depending on Ben, maybe several more!

Ben had never before experienced such pleasure -- and he was content to have it continue until his legs fell off, if need be. 'C' was just incredible!

Frank had finally finished in Adele; he staggered back and circled to push his cock against her lips, demanding, "Clean me up!" Adele complied, while Frank played with her nipples. "Did you have a good time?" he asked.

Adele knew her answer was important from his tone -- but she didn't need to lie, anyway. He'd teased her to near insanity before she ever got to feel his cock, so an orgasm had been assured -- but he'd accomplished a good deal more than that, once he was inside her. He'd blasted away in her almost immediately -- but it had coincided roughly with the orgasm he'd triggered with his penetration -- and then he'd set up a pounding rhythm that brought her off twice more before he'd flooded her with goo again. "I loved it!" she declared.

"You were pretty hot," Frank complimented her in return. "I love the outfit."

"Thank you." The mask was STILL hot, but that really didn't matter when she was having sex.

Beth came up behind him. "I like the way you handle girls," she told him. "Maybe you'll do me later?"

"Sure, maybe..." Frank eyed Beth. Yeah, maybe he would. "I need to rest up a little."

"Sure, Sweetie," Beth said easily. "There's food and stuff to drink in there on the coffee table and at the bar."

"Thanks." Frank massaged one of Adele's breasts to let her know she was included in the gratitude, then moved off.

"Are you going to behave yourself now?" Beth asked.

"Yes," Adele nodded.

"Hold still." Beth removed the cuffs and disconnected the snap-on blinders so she could see.

Adele sat up. "Where's Phyllis?" she asked quietly.

"Over there." Beth pointed at a corner where Phyllis was stretched out on her back on a mat with a hulking black boy atop her. Both were snoring softly. "She got a workout."

"It sounded like it."

"Let's get something to drink," Beth suggested, leading the way to the main room.

Tad had watched jealously as Candace took Ben in hand and headed upstairs with him, but he figured he would get another shot at the older blonde woman later. Just about all of the guys who had a girlfriend were busy cuddling them in ways that said they'd just fucked -- which wasn't a prescription for sharing -- and the other older women weren't as appetizing, now that he'd shot off in somebody's mouth. The skinny black woman -- 'L' -- was riding Pete's cock on top of the massage table, noisily telling him how good he was. She seemed spicy -- maybe he would try her later, Tad decided. Pickings among the young stuff seemed thin -- everyone was taken. Tad wondered who was hiding in the booths...

The door to Booth One was open; inside, Chris was seated in a chair, rubbing the back of and talking to a short, chunky girl who was draped across his lap. Tad stuck his head in, "Hey."

"Hey," Chris responded. The girl turned her head to look at him, but said nothing.

"So this is what they look like on the inside," Tad mused.

"Yeah. Could be worse, I guess," Chris muttered. He eyed Tad, who got the message -- they didn't want to be disturbed. Chris wouldn't be sharing, apparently.

"Thanks." Tad waved and backed out. He'd been to Booth Two, but not to Booth Three... "Knock knock!" he announced himself, rapping on the panel. There were a couple of quiet shrieks and a giggle, then the port opened. Tad unlimbered his meat and slid it through.

Bernice was up -- but the cock was white! Anita gave her a look at her hesitation, "Oh, go on -- I had to suck a black guy the other day!"

"Yeah, well..." Bernice muttered.

Tad, who had heard the exchange, withdrew his cock and knelt near the hole. "There are two of you?"

"Yes," Anita replied. The girls scrambled to make sure they were out of sight.

"And one of you is black and the other is white?"

Anita eyed Bernice, passing the ball to her. "Yeah," Bernice admitted. "What's it to ya?"

"Well, it's a lot less to me than it is to you, I guess," Tad replied.

"Yeah? Like you'd date black chicks?" Bernice retorted.

"I might."

"What's with you guys, anyway?" Bernice ranted. "Why wouldn't you want to stick to white girls?"

"Wow! You sound like something out of the sixties!" Tad replied. "Why should it matter as long as you like each other? Besides, black guys date white girls all the time!"

"Yeah, well, that's disgusting, too!" Bernice retorted.

"Being a white guy, I can see how it might be irritating, if I was interested in the girl," Tad mused aloud, "but otherwise, if they're happy, so what?"

"That's just a game," Bernice asserted. "They just do fat white chicks who are desperate and easy to talk into fucking them."

"Could be," Tad agreed. "Know any desperate black chicks?"

"WHAT?"

"Somebody is getting left out," Tad pointed out. "If white chicks are easy and black guys are taking them up, then black chicks are going without. Why would they NOT want to date a white guy?"

"You're whacked!" Bernice declared.

"I'm making perfect sense," Tad retorted. "Don't you DESERVE a white guy? If black guys are slumming with white chicks, what would you be doing with a white guy? Besides, in the dark, who can tell the difference, anyway? I bet I can't."

Bernice shook her head. "He's nuts!" she announced.

"I bet I can't tell which of you is which when you suck!" Tad teased.

Toby and Amy had quietly inserted themselves into the party moments before, the outside deliveries completed. Having assessed the mood, they'd gravitated to the booth, identifying it as the most likely source of conflict; just about everyone else was emitting a post-coital mellow -- or, in a couple of cases, both upstairs, they were actively having sex. As they closed on the booth, Tad took in Amy -- and a thought flickered through his brain that a girl on the outside of a booth might be better than two, inside; Amy picked it up and knelt up in front of Toby. Since everyone was naked or nearly naked, they were, too; Toby quelled his surprise when Amy started jacking him. Tad grinned and shifted his attention back to the glory hole, and Toby got it: Amy had been in danger of having to accept Tad's advances.

Meanwhile, inside, the girls eyed one another, ambivalent. Anita decided she had the high ground, however. "What's the matter?" she sneered, "Scared?"

"Nope." Goaded by Anita's challenge, Bernice took charge of Tad's erection. She jacked it, then sucked it in, rolling her tongue around the flange of the head. Tad groaned. Bernice worked him in and out of her mouth for a moment, then backed off, grinning triumphantly. "Your turn."

"Huh! THAT's a blow job?" Anita dove on Tad's cock, sucking furiously, bobbing rapidly on his erection while rolling his balls in her fingers. Tad grunted, "Jeezus!" and mashed himself against the partition.

Now, neither of them was experienced enough to be super-duper -- Bernice's experience was more or less limited to her abortive efforts with Marcel and the aftermath wherein she was basically face-fucked several times, and Anita's was limited to her previous tour of duty in a booth. Toby thought about interfering, but, frankly, he was distracted; Amy wasn't pretending to give head, she was doing it -- and getting better by the second! Toby watched Amy slide a hand over her mons and begin to rub -- and didn't wonder that things got better instantly. Undoubtedly, it was the sight of her masturbating...

Meanwhile, Bernice took over the rotation, putting more motion into her efforts. Anita watched the black girl, realizing that Bernice had been analyzing her efforts, determined to stay ahead. She also watched and listened to Tad; she couldn't see much except his cock, but he made noises and he had pressed against the partition more when Anita was working him. Anita had the handicap of her braces, but she was bearing up under it, knowing they were an issue. Bernice's splayed teeth might have been an advantage -- but if they were, she wasn't using it to any effect as far as Anita could see. Bernice, proud of herself, handed back Tad's cock -- and Anita could tell from the feel of it that Bernice hadn't kept him at fever pitch.

Anita initiated a corkscrewing motion and worked Tad's length to the maximum depth she could tolerate, moving with some urgency and again fondling Tad's balls. Tad hissed in pleasure and mashed himself against the partition again. Bernice, realizing that she was losing the contest, watched Anita critically, trying to understand what she was doing that was so effective. Anita bobbed on Tad's stiff erection for a half a minute, then surrendered it to Bernice.

Bernice did her best to emulate Anita's method -- and did a creditable job. But Anita was the one who triggered Tad's orgasm -- not by sucking, but by working herself in under Bernice while she sucked and sucking Tad's bloated balls into her mouth! It was hot and wet and incredible -- and Tad howled and erupted in Bernice's mouth, painting her tonsils with his seed.

Once his cock was done dry-firing, Tad pulled slowly back -- and got what he was looking for; the lips wrapped around his scrotum belonged to a white girl. "I can't tell which one of you is black from that, but I can tell you who is the better cocksucker!" he exclaimed. "Whichever one of you was just licking my balls, give me your card if you want to do more than hide in a booth and suck!"

Anita's eyes popped -- but then, so did Bernice's. Neither of them had anticipated being selected from inside a booth! Anita scrambled, found her card, and slid it out of the hole. Tad grinned. White fingers -- with silly-looking lavender nail polish. Oh, well... He turned to Toby to present the card -- but Toby had stopped paying any attention to Tad some time since...