Chapter 27

The team rode home in the bus jubilant -- but the cheerleaders were still in the doghouse. Gina Blaisdale asked Frank what they could do -- a mistake... "Well, if Cindy were to blow everyone on the team -- and eat Anita's pussy in public -- maybe..." Frank allowed, grinning.

"Be serious!" Gina snapped. "I didn't do anything!"

"No, but you're one of them!" Frank retorted, his eyes hard. "You're around for looks -- appearances. Let us know when you're around because you really want to be with somebody..."

Gina looked around and picked up several other hard stares. "I want to be with somebody," she muttered sullenly.

"Shit," Frank snorted. "Boys are less important to your group than lip gloss! We're an accessory - something to look good in yearbook photos with! We're like big dogs or something..." Frank looked mean. "Don't get locked in the kennel, Honey..."

Toby sat up and clamped a hand over Frank's bicep. "Hang on..." The vibes Gina was giving off... "Everybody's a little different..."

Frank appraised Gina - and found her wanting. "If you say so..."

But Gina was the bottom rung of the toothpaste smile set. Sure, she had the pink cheeks and the smile, but her thighs were a little heavy and weren't as attractive as they could be, and she wasn't as thin and svelte as Bev or Cindy. She was the bottom of the pyramid when the girls climbed atop one another. To be in with Cindy, she had to play total sycophant - and she didn't necessarily like it, and sometimes that bled through...

The cheerleaders were seated in the front of the bus; Gina was in the back row of the six seats in use by them. The team didn't start filling seats until three rows behind that; Frank was abusing Gina from the first row of team seats. Toby, who had moved up in the aisle when he became aware of the situation beckoned with a finger; Gina flicked a glance behind her and got up.

"Where are YOU going?" Cindy snarled.

Gina gathered herself. "Somewhere YOU can't go!" she retorted, and headed back.

Toby led her to dead center of the team seats; there were unfriendly eyes in every direction. "So, you want to be with the team? Got someone in mind?" Gina's brain produced a picture of Ben. "Don't tell me!" Toby held up a hand. "None of us is decoration. Most of our girls are hooked up - but you know that, right?"

"Yes," Gina replied nervously. It didn't take a genius to know that if a guy is running his hands all over a girl in public, he was doing more than that in private!

Toby was enjoying this a bit too much; it wasn't Gina's fault that Cindy was a bitch. But she WAS a cheerleader, and the cheerleaders as a group owed the rest of the girls - and the boys - a little respect... Besides, the guys were pumped up and out for a little blood... "There ARE some open positions," he said quietly, "but our girls interview for them. We have to make sure that they're qualified - and looks aren't the criteria with us that they might have been at one point." He paused theatrically, then: "So, am I to understand that you want to interview?"

There was a general snort from the surrounding males. Gina's lungs froze. There really, REALLY wasn't any other way to interpret what she'd just been asked than the one that jumped to mind... "Here?" she blurted.

That brought a humiliating general snort of derision. Toby's expression didn't alter, though. "I'll take that as a yes." There were more chuckles; Gina realized that she'd just labeled herself a slut or a whore or something of that order. She blushed crimson.

"No, not here," Toby replied. "But we DO have some interviews going on a bit later this evening - shall I pencil you in?" Several of the collected males chuckled and there was at least one guffaw; Toby was playing it for comedy with his tone and his facial expression.

"Well?" Frank rasped from behind her. "If you need Cindy's permission to shit, we can ask her for you..."

Gina bit her lip and sucked in a breath. "Yes, please."

"Very well," Toby replied. "Meet our transport in the parking lot when we get back to school. Miriam should be with it. It's a white van." He eyed her. "You're going to be VERY late getting home - maybe you should call your folks and tell them about the victory party..." He waved her dismissively back up the aisle. Several of the boys laughed at her - and someone pinched her ass...

"So, who did you blow?" Bev snarled upon her return.

"Nobody," Gina snapped. "I just got embarrassed and humiliated a lot - something about the company I keep..."

"You don't have to hang with us," Cindy replied, deadpan.

"Thanks for your permission!" Gina snarled. Several boys chuckled at the riposte.

The bus pulled into the school parking lot and was greeted by a noisy crowd of spectators who had departed Bishop Feeney while the team was in the locker room after the game. Everybody was cheering as they formed a gauntlet for the boys to run on the way to the gym to put their equipment away. Toby saw Amy and peeled off momentarily to tell her, "Collect Gina. Stick her in a booth. She thinks she wants to be a club girl."

"Who?" Amy asked.

"Ben, maybe? Make sure he's third or fourth. Somebody black should start, I think."

"Got it."

The team trotted off to the lockers and the girls started sorting themselves out. Those with boyfriends who had their own transportation settled in to wait; those that didn't - or weren't to know where they were going - headed for the van.

Miriam acted as stewardess, waving the others forward. Donna mounted first, towing Janice, followed by Anita. Bernice led Jasmine. Gina wandered over and hopped from foot to foot until Amy came up behind her and directed, "Get in." Misha stood scanning the parking lot.

Iris was there - but there were a lot of people milling around and she was nervous about exposure. She waited, dithering, until Misha located her car with her eyes, then got out, knowing that her daughter's march in her direction could only end one way. "Hurry up!" Misha urged, "We want to be there and briefed and settled in before the boys come!"

"Misha..." Iris made to argue - but there were two other girls behind her daughter and they were both waving her forward urgently. "Come on!" the redhead called, "We need to leave!"

Gina's entry into the van was tentative; everyone else seemed disconcerted that she was there. She put up her hands defensively and settled into the corner; Anita, in particular, couldn't seem to decide if she was angry about it or not. Then Misha loaded - with a woman...

Gina blinked. "Who are you?"

"Shut up!" Misha snapped.

Iris was still in the doorway, looking at the group of young girls present. This didn't look like her crowd... "Maybe I'd better..."

"Get IN, Mom!" Misha hissed. Miriam gave Iris a push on the butt from behind so that Amy could load, and Iris moved forward, largely out of surprise. Amy slid in and the doors were closed.

Iris looked around and said faintly, "Maybe I need to know a lot more about what's going on..." She clutched the seat as the van started moving.

Amy took on explanations. "It's simple, but a little scary. We're going to a place where we have... gatherings. They're not quite orgies, but they ARE sex parties. Maybe 'swinger's parties' is a good description. Each of you will be given a mask to wear - sort of a plausible deniability thing. Everybody gets naked." She swept her eyes around the interior of the van. "Some of you already have boyfriends, and you'll be more or less pretending that nobody knows who you are; some of you are new and will be dealing with the unattached guys in general." She turned to eye Gina. "You're gonna catch Hell, I figure, because of your affiliations - nobody here is gonna be comfortable about you until you're properly domesticated. Some of the guys are going to want to make your life difficult - and they have their little ways, let me tell you! You need to be VERY humble and VERY compliant."

Amy looked around. "Everybody has been told why they're here, but I'm going to reiterate it. You're here for sex. Girls that have steady boyfriends don't have to participate in the general pool - but those of you who don't are here to prove yourselves - and how you do it is by doing whatever any boy who approaches you wants." She eyed Janice, "We'll be trying to insulate some of you from some of the more blatant stuff, but it's pretty simple, really - if a guy wants you to suck him, you suck him. If he wants to fuck, well, you should probably have a real good reason why not, if you're too chicken." She flicked her glance to Gina. "Are you a virgin?"

Gina swallowed. "Yes."

"Better resign yourself - you won't be - I guarantee it. The boys are going to want to take you down a notch. You won't be hurt - they aren't that type - but you're gonna understand the meaning of the term 'club slut' before the night is over. Maybe it isn't fair, but it's how it's gonna be..."

"Maybe I shouldn't be here..." Iris said faintly. "This doesn't seem like it's a party for women my age..."

Amy turned to her, "This is a light week for the older generation - we had six older ladies last week and they tend not to come out two weeks in a row. But we count on them to show the guys who don't have a lot of experience the ropes - and it works out real well. There will be, well, at least one other older lady there, sort of acting as hostess - I'll set you up with her. Trust me, it'll be fine - and you'll have a great time if you let yourself."

Iris sat back and murmured to her daughter, "You didn't tell me YOU were doing this..."

"Damn right I didn't!" Misha giggled. "How do you think I caught Chris, anyway? Tripped him on the sidewalk and fell under him? I know this sounds all cold and stuff, but these are generally nice boys - and this is a place and a way for us to present ourselves where they don't have to look at us and wonder if it's worthwhile to bother with us. The neat thing about this place is that looks don't count - everybody moves right to touch."

Iris grimaced. "It's prostitution."

"Uh uh. No money changes hands," Amy interjected. "Nobody does anything they aren't willing to do. If you're talking about trading sex for a shot at a relationship, okay, we're all whores - but so is just about every other girl I know. It's as anonymous as we can make it - only after a boy picks out a girl does he get to find out who she is. Given the fact that most of us are regularly overlooked by boys, the chances of them figuring it out are small - and if somebody DOES figure it out and starts rumors or something, he's gone - locked out. No more fun."

Amy looked around. "On to the rules. Most of you know them - but some of you don't." She handed cards to Jasmine, Bernice, Janice, and Gina. "If you're doing something with a boy and he decides he likes you, he'll ask for that. If he does, we tell him who you are - and we tell you who he is. That probably doesn't sound like much, but the kicker is that he then owes you two very public dates. The minimum you get out of the deal is the visible seal of approval of a member of the football team - but the track record thus far is that you get yourself a boyfriend." She turned to Donna, Misha and Anita, "Right, girls?" She got three smiling nods.

"I'll go into the facilities in-depth when we get there, but for those of you who are shy and haven't seen the setup, there are ways that you can participate without being seen at all," Amy continued. "I won't tell you that you can't get lucky without going any further, but I recommend that once you're comfortable, you should get out there and get seen. None of you is worse off than somebody we have in the pool, so being tall, short, fat, skinny, topless, bottomless and so on just isn't an excuse. You can't win if you don't play - and if you're too chicken to play after coming this far..." There were a couple of jounces and the van rolled to a stop. "Okay, we're here. Once the doors open, don't wander around, just go down the stairs..."

Candace was there, already masked - and nude. She'd had several hours to get used to the idea that she was going to play house mother - solo - so her initial irritation with the situation had abated and she was cordial. Iris was a surprise - a pleasant one. Amy drew her aside for a quick briefing and left Iris and the girls in the hands of Candace and Miriam. Those familiar helped those unfamiliar settle in, after the nickel tour of the facilities; it took Donna and Misha both to get Janice out of her clothes - and only then inside Booth Three. Bernice and Jasmine took Booth One and Gina was settled in Booth Two. Iris went upstairs with Candace to help with setup.

"This is pretty embarrassing," Iris mumbled as they set out chips and dip on trays to take down.

"It works like gangbusters," Candace replied. "Relax. The boys might figure out who the young girls are, but none of them is going to have any idea who YOU are, so you just don't have to worry about how you look."

'Easy for you to say,' Iris thought, eyeing Candace's lithe, tanned body.

"Last week, we had two black ladies in here, either one of which would make you look small - and they BOTH got everything they were looking for and then some. You WILL get some - it's a done deal. Think about it - seventeen, eighteen year old boys and a naked, willing woman?" Candace insisted.

"Well, there are a lot of younger girls..."

"Not enough to go around. Besides," Candace argued, "we advise the beginners that they're better off learning from the experienced. It's WONDERFUL! They keep going and going and going..." She chuckled. "Of course, they cum a couple of times, too, but you just encourage them to keep going and eventually, it's just you and a lot of hard meat mounted on a perpetual motion machine..." Candace's smile was carnivorous - and heartened Iris. Maybe this WAS the place to be...

Amy had control of the 'alternate site'; the logistics were a nightmare, since Toby needed to be on-site at the clubhouse - preferably before things got going. Nonetheless, Amy rode back to school in the van and met Toby, then the pair climbed in Toby's car with Eddie Ray, Vince, and Little Nicky jammed in the back seat for the ride to Fred's. Vince wanted to know why Amy was along - especially, since it crowded the car; Toby explained that she was his date and didn't have a ride - and Amy intervened with Vince to make sure he accepted that; the other two were already conditioned to more or less ignore her. A call to Fred confirmed that he was ready; they dropped the trio off at Fred's and pretended to leave, but hung around a couple of doors down to see the fireworks. Toby pulled his laptop out of the trunk and tapped into the wireless for the cameras to supplement Amy's sense of the gestalt.

Fred had done the best he could to empty his den so that there was plenty of room on and off the mats for the evening's entertainment; the TV was shoved into the corner and the couch was along the end of the room instead of one of the side walls. The coffee table was out in the living room and Fred's recliner was opposite the couch. That didn't leave anything huge but there was plenty of room for the mats and a small border around them at the room's center.

Fred yelled "Come on in!" from inside the doorway, hiding himself from Vince until he was in enemy territory. Nicky led the way and Eddie Ray took up the rear - and Vince didn't realize he was trapped until Fred's voice rumbled behind him, "So this is Vince..."

Vince spun and goggled. "Jeezus! He's a n...!"

Fred cocked his head. "What was that, Boy?"

Vince turned to Eddie Ray. "You didn't tell me..."

"You didn't ask!" Eddie Ray grinned from ear to ear. "It makes thing a little more interesting, though, doesn't it?"

"I don't think..." Vince made for the door.

Fred and Eddie Ray stopped him by going shoulder to shoulder in the doorway. "I hear there's a bet," Fred rumbled. "And it ain't the kind you welch on!"

"Look, I don't wrestle with..." Vince began.

"You do if you gotta," Eddie Ray retorted, "and you generally win and rub their noses in it. Well, you gotta. Strip down so we can get this thing under way!"

"Vince is about to crap in his pants!" Amy related. "This thing hits a real hot button with him! There's more than a little fear underneath his prejudice. If he loses, he's gonna take a serious blow to his self-esteem. It'll be good for him - but he won't like it..."

This didn't keep Vince from blustering, "All right - if that's the way you want it! Ain't no..."

"Jus' go ahead and call me a nigger and be done with it, you scrawny redneck motherfucker!" Fred grinned. "That'll make boring out your asshole even more fun!"

"Oh, yeah? I'm gonna want pictures of my white cock goin' into your big black ass!" Vince retorted.

"Woo hoo! NOW we got a party!" Fred whooped, grinning nastily.

"Usually, there's six or eight of ya, to make sure you don't get your asses whupped!" Vince challenged.

"Don't need shit in the way of help to fix YOUR skanky ass!" Fred retorted. "Hurry up! When you gonna get undressed? You gonna talk me to death?" He waggled his cock. "Speak into the mike - maybe you oughta kiss it..."

Vince started undressing. "I'm gonna kick YOUR ass after I kick his!" he warned Eddie Ray, glaring.

"We'll see..." Eddie Ray smirked. "More like you'll squeal like a girl while I fuck you!"

Nicky came forward. "This is a wrestling match and it has rules - not a fistfight! If you're disqualified, you lose!"

"Shut up you little pissant!" Vince growled, "I'm gonna roll you up in a ball and shove you up Eddie Ray's ass!" Nicky blanched and got off the mat.

"Let's go, Bitch - you wanna kiss first?" Fred chuckled, getting down into position.

"You can kiss my dick with those big nigger lips!" Vince growled back, as he set up over Fred.

"Everybody ready?" Eddie Ray asked.

"I have to take a piss," Vince rasped. "Why don't you come over here and drink it?"

Vince was working hard to get over the top, Fred realized. The bluster he was hearing reminded him painfully of numerous incidents where he'd made similar noises. Fred didn't get mad; recognizing it for what it was, he felt kind of sad for the kid...

Nicky got down to watch the pair and banged the mat, "Go!"

Vince wasted no time pulling out his most advanced move - a treacherous setup intended to get Fred to set up a block that left him vulnerable to a sweep and a pin. But Fred had seen this move - Eddie Ray had used it on him - and he saw it coming; his supporting leg stayed out of Vince's reach. Meanwhile, Vince learned that there was youth and strength - and there was age and endurance. In a quick move, Vince could be momentarily stronger than Fred - but if he had to maintain something, Fred slowly took over as his strength waned...

"Stop!" Nicky pounded the mat. The pair broke and Nicky waved Vince over and gave him a towel and some water while Eddie Ray attended to Fred. "How's it going?" Nicky asked.

"He's gonna be a pretzel any second!" Vince puffed - but he wasn't fooling anybody, least of all himself. Only time had kept him from collapsing under Fred's relentless pressure.

"Well?" Eddie Ray muttered.

"It won't go much longer. He ain't got what it takes to hang on," Fred replied. Eddie Ray nodded. Vince usually beat him quickly; if the match went on for any length of time, Eddie Ray's chances improved. Eddie Ray hadn't even thought about that...

"Get ready!" Nicky announced, and the pair set up for the second period. The modified rules for the match didn't allow for technical wins, so the match wouldn't end until there was a pin - but they limited things to two minutes anyway, with short breaks like boxing. "Okay, go!"

The short break hadn't been enough for Vince; he was instantly in trouble, and as soon as Fred had him under pressure, he knew he was a goner. All he could do was try to hold out...

Vince lasted forty seconds before a leg collapsed and he found himself on his back. Nothing legal was going to get him free... He aimed a kick at Fred's groin, but Fred shifted while he was setting up (Amy fed him the plan) and not only was Vince unable to follow through, but the pressure brought to bear on his knee was unbearable! Nicky slapped the mat, "Fred wins the first fall!"

"Never fuckin' fails," Fred rumbled, "If you can't win, cheat! That's what they teach you redneck white boys, ain't it? Well, time to learn a new lesson - how to suck a little nigger dick!" He started rubbing his cock on Vince's lips.

Humiliated and exhausted, Vince opened up and took Fred in. "So, you like chocolate?" Fred taunted him. Vince didn't say anything - the time for talking trash was in the past. This big nigger had beaten him fair and square - and he was going to do it again, too, Vince realized. It was time to suck dick - and real soon it was going to be time to get fucked...

"We can leave," Amy announced. "The second fall is going to be even quicker than the first. Vince is going to get his tree shaken - in fact, he already has." Vince's whole world view was based upon his prowess and superiority - over blacks, especially. He'd been beaten at wrestling before, but never by a black. Fred wasn't even really in his weight class! This was a serious blow...

"He won't get stupid, will he?" Toby asked.

"No, he'll knuckle under," Amy assured him.

"What about Fred?"

"Fred's fine. If you're worried about all that belligerent racist stuff, forget it. Vince was just blustering, and Fred knew it and let him dig his own grave. He's not mad, and he's not out for vengeance. Vince is going to pay up, but that's it."

"Let's get out of here, then." Toby started shutting down the laptop. Two minutes later, they were racing toward Carpenter's.

It wasn't a minute too soon. Randy had been told not to announce himself and to take his time transporting the guys, but they were in a hurry, most of them, so delaying tactics only went so far. Couples who knew the address like Terence and Bonita and Damian and Alyssa and Clint and Brenda arrived first, but the others beat Toby and Amy by at least ten minutes. Fortunately, Candace was on site and conducted the in briefing for those who needed it and saw to it that everybody got stripped down and masked with help from Miriam. Then she turned on the only really new member, Chuck Wilson, "Honey, could you do me a really big favor?"

"Uh, sure!" The woman who had introduced herself as 'C' might be older, but she was HOT!

"You might want to hang out and get yourself a blowjob or whatever, but in a little while, do you think you could go upstairs? There's a lady up there - we'll call her Flower - who's in real need of a strapping young man like yourself..."

"Ummm..." Chuck, realizing that Candace wasn't asking for herself, was instantly suspicious.

Isaiah rumbled a chuckle. "Man, you had any older and wiser stuff?"

"Well..." Chuck mumbled.

Ray closed up and whispered, "You had ANY, Man?"

Deflated, Chuck whispered back, "No."

"Do the old chick. Don't worry about what she looks like - it's just pussy," Ray advised. "She won't be asking for dates. The up side is that she'll KNOW what she's doing - and what YOU'RE doing - and it'll be good for both of you!"

"Ain't no shame in doin' older stuff," Isaiah pronounced. "Last week I did a bigass hammer - musta had titties this big..." He held up his hands to demonstrate something the size of a small watermelon. "It was good shit - and she was ever bit as happy to get it as I was."

"Swear to God?" Chuck asked. He was sure they were jerking his chain.

"Swear to God," Isaiah rumbled.

"I did a big black bitch... Uhh, sorry, Isaiah," Frank grunted.

"Heh, well, she was - not as big as mine, though," Isaiah chuckled.

"I did her!" Ben pointed at Candace.

"Yes you did!" Candace grinned. "Mama loved it, too!"

"I did the same one Frank did, later," Mark admitted.

"I did some skinny black woman," Pete Franklin admitted. "She was noisy, but she said I did all the right stuff."

"Sooo..." Chuck muttered.

"So it won't hurt you, Man," Ray laughed, "and nobody is gonna give you any shit."

"Yeah, okay," Chuck nodded at Candace.

"Thanks, Honey. She'll appreciate it." Candace waved and moved off.

"Sounds like you guys were hip deep in older stuff last weekend," Chuck muttered. "Where is it this week?"

Miriam looked around, but she was the only one available to answer; Candace's hips were swaying up the inside stairs. "Some of them are working this week, and some of them kind of embarrassed themselves," Miriam replied. "They had fun, but, well, they weren't super hot to look at and they were a little embarrassed. They'll all be back, I bet."

Isaiah rumbled a chuckle. "There's lookin' pussy and there's fuckin' pussy." Turning to Chuck, he said, "You've had lookin' pussy..." There was a chuckle.

"Speaking of which..." Frank eased over to Miriam. "Where is she?"

"Who?"

"Gina. We owe her a little surprise."

"Oh." Miriam didn't argue. "Booth Two."

Damian took over. "Think she'll shit if she sees a black dick?" he asked Frank.

"Probably."

"I say we show her nothing but," Damian proposed, "until she's... tractable. We pull her out of that booth and all stand in a circle around her and tell her what a fucked up cocksucker she is until she's a puddle on the floor, then we give her to somebody."

"Who?" Pete Franklin asked.

"Dunno. Any takers?" Damian looked around. Nobody came forward.

Frank summed it up, "She's probably high maintenance."

"Trust me," Damian grinned, "When we get done with her, she'll be so happy to see whoever takes her she'll piss herself."

Toby and Amy arrived about then - but things seemed to be going well, so they stayed out of things. Damian gathered up his team -- himself, Isaiah, Terence (reluctantly), Randy, Pete Phifer, and Alonzo - then he went to Booth Two and threw open the door. "Come out, little girl! You don't get to hide in there! We've got something SPECIAL for YOU!"

Gina goggled and gibbered but the hand on her upper arm pulled her up and out of the booth. In a moment, she was kneeling on a mat on the open floor in front of Booth Two, surrounded by black guys! Everyone was wearing masks and naked - and all she could see were dicks! Big, black dicks, waving in her face... Where were the white guys?

Somebody read her mind, it seems... A rumbling voice announced, "We got to talkin' and decided you needed to get how things are kinda in your face, right up front. You see, club sluts are colorblind - you do who we tell you to do - and nothing, uh, demonstrates that quite as well as this, don't ya think? Once you show us you know your place and you got the proper attitude, MAYBE you can convince one of the white dudes to touch you."

Amy had warned her that the guys were going to ride her some - but THIS! She thought maybe some guy or guys would hassle her a bit, then turn her loose to find -- well, Ben, actually - and everything would be all right. This didn't match that scenario at all...

A white face appeared before her - not a friendly one. "I dunno, guys. Why don't you all just piss on her or something and we'll drop her on the edge of town naked so she can walk home. Why are we bothering with her? She's a goddamned high-and-mighty cheerleader - she probably can't even SPELL fuck..."

"No! I'll... What do you want me to do?" she beseeched them, looking from masked face to masked face.

"You got two hands and a mouth, Missy," somebody else erupted from behind her. "Maybe you oughta learn to play the skin flute?"

"I..." She looked around at the selection surrounding her.

"Jeezus! She's picky!" somebody rasped, and a hand grabbed the hair at the back of her head and pulled her into a wet-tipped cock. "Open up! You're gonna suck 'em all, anyway!"

"MMMFFF!" Gina opened her mouth and the cock slithered in - and kept going until she gagged! Desperately, she pushed against the thighs of her attacker. "No, please! Let me..."

"Let you what, Missy? You don't wanna play? This is your one shot... Maybe whatshisname is right - anybody feel like taking a leak?"

"Let me... get used to it!" Gina begged. "I've never done it before!"

"Huh! Now THERE's a surprise!" someone quipped. "Get on it, then, Bitch! Hey, any of you girls wanna help this sorry cunt learn how to suck a dick?"

Somebody else grunted, "Grab a couple and jack'em, Honey - get your hands dirty! You're gonna be wallowing in an ocean of smelly dicks until you learn that you're just a cunt like any other - and maybe less than some." Gina put her hands out blindly and found two hot tubes of flesh...

There was a female voice in her ear, "Slide your hands up and down them. If they have a foreskin, move it - if they don't, just run your hand up and down. Pay attention to the head - it's sensitive, especially where it meets the shaft. Do the same with your mouth - suck the head. No teeth. Go back and forth over the tip. Try to take more, if you can - the more you suck in, the better they like it."

"I can't!" Gina wailed.

"Bullshit!" Another girl came up on her left and grabbed the cock she was working on out of her hand. "Watch this!" Whoever it was bobbed on the eight inch lance of flesh three times, then buried her nose in curly black pubes. Backing off, she said, "See?" She shoved the cock back at Gina's face. "You need to learn. Looks won't get you one of THESE guys - you need to be able to PLEASE them!" Then whoever it was disappeared while Gina was distracted by a foot of cock hitting the back of her throat...