Chapter 8

Upstairs, Candace was handling Tad in her favorite manner -- she was teaching Sex 101. Tad had a little experience -- but it was only enough for him to realize that he had a lot to learn where women were concerned. Candace's approach was perfect -- and once he'd displayed a willingness to hold off and follow her lead, they took it slow and easy, Candace leading him on a tour of her erogenous zones -- ears, neck, hair, shoulders, sides, breasts (of course), belly...

The grand tour of the vagina, however, left them both too aroused too continue lazily -- Tad turned out to be a gifted cunt-lapper, rolling Candace rapidly to an orgasm supported by their previous lazy exploration. But now he had a serious hard-on and Candace wanted a main course to go with her appetizers, so she cooed, "Come on, Honey -- it's time we did something for you. Climb up here and give Mama a feel of that beautiful cock!"

They were on the couch in the living room; Candace's bedroom was still in use by Pete and Tabitha. Tad had shucked out of his clothing at the outset -- and all Candace was wearing was a mask -- so there were no impediments at all to Tad climbing atop her splayed body. Candace wasn't expecting much, given the level of excitement they'd generated; it wouldn't be a surprise if Tad blew off right after penetration. "Do what you can, Honey, and don't worry too much about it -- I know you're worked up," she husked as she collected his rigid cock in her hand and rubbed it against her wet split. "Mama can wait -- I know you can go again..."

This eased Tad's mind some -- but he'd gotten a blowjob downstairs, so he wasn't at a level one might consider explosive. Oh, he was PLENTY fired up -- but the first assault wave had already been launched -- into Sally's mouth -- so the pressure was down a bit. As a result, he was able to get in and get going without an embarrassing discharge, somewhat to Candace's surprise. It was good news, though; Candace moved on to the expectation that this round would last long enough for her to get serious pleasure from it. "That's it, Honey," she cooed, "Give Mama that meat! I love it like that!" Tad leaned in to suck on her neck, giving her chills, "Uuh! THAT's nice, Honey! You learn fast! Play Mama like a violin!" She rubbed his back and ribs as he pounded away, displaying that power and endurance that she loved in young guys. "No hickeys now!" she warned, panting -- but she was loving it!

It was the wrong thing to say to a teenage boy, anyway -- particularly since it was obviously effective; if anything, Tad worked harder at her neck.

Candace suddenly realized that an orgasm was in the offing - especially if she tuned things a bit... "Mama's close, Honey! Can you come a little more straight down so you rub my clitty? Oh, yeah! Oh, Shit! That's it, Honey -- you're gonna make Mama VERY happy any second! Oh! OH! OOHH! OH, SHIIIT!!! FUCK MAMA HARD, HONEY! FUCK! FUCK!" Candace went straight to peak and blasted over it like a ski jump, undulating under Tad's attack!

This wasn't something Tad was going to be able to not get caught up in; When Candace went off, excitement kindled a sympathetic detonation in Tad and he erupted inside her, flooding her with semen. "Ah, SHIT! JEEZUS! UHNGH!"

The timing was perfect. Candace was happy, Tad was happy; Candace cooed about how good he was while Tad rested atop her -- working the other side of her neck.

Toby stuck his head in the door. "The take-out is here."

Candace sighed. "No rest for the wicked. Let me know if you want another round later, Hon." She stirred, and Tad got the hint and rolled off.

Tad glared at Toby. "I was having a good time!"

"She won't be gone long," Toby replied, "Besides, you might want to stoke up some -- she can be demanding."

"Oh, no shit?"

"No shit." Toby grinned and backed out. Tad got up and went in to supervise the layout -- and steal a couple of choice pieces of Crab Rangoon -- before following the trays downstairs.

Since everyone else was naked, it had been decided that Jiang Yi would be, too; Toby damped her concerns about being picked up with, "I bet just about everybody is temporarily fucked out. Relax." He was right, too; when she and Candace descended the stairs to deliver the food, everyone in sight seemed to be in recovery mode. Damian brought Alyssa downstairs, and after a whispered conversation with Damian, Randy collected Alyssa. "Feed her, Sissy. Tell her what's out here and untie her and feed her anything she wants. She's been... fuckin' incredible."

Alyssa grinned. "You hooked, Big Bro?"

"She'll probably shit if she finds out she's been fucking me," Randy sighed, "but, fuck, I hope she doesn't, because she's just..." He stopped, at a loss for words.

"Okay, I'll take good care of her." Alyssa headed off.

Toby had directed that a second tray should be set up for the girls in the booths and in the dungeon area; he pulled the curtain and rapped on booth doors, muttering, "Dinner is served on the massage table," when Candace and Jiang Yi had delivered that load.

Rick, somewhat embarrassed, came out of Booth Two with Teela and Sonya, but since the curtains were drawn, only Toby knew he was there -- and Toby couldn't have cared less. When he got down to Booth One, though, Sally hissed back, "You might want to take a look at the new girl -- she looks kind of fucked up..."

Toby ducked inside the booth to find Amy virtually catatonic. He stood behind her where she squatted in the chair and rubbed her back and said, "Come on back, Amy..."

After a couple of minutes, she reached up to clutch his hand. "Omigod!"

"How do you feel?"

"Like I've had sex with a dozen guys -- only I WAS the dozen guys!" Amy gasped. "They basically all got going at the same time..."

Toby nodded. "It's happened to me. I try not to be around during the big group scenes." He paused. "So, about the guys..."

"They're all okay. Some of them have this dominant streak -- but they seem to be working it out with girls who can handle it."

"That's how it is," Toby agreed, "The girls are all fine with what's going on. Trish was the only one unhappy at all -- and Bobby..." They'd more or less disturbed the pair by delivering the food, but Bobby and Trish had managed to finish what they were doing and were currently cuddled happily on the pool table, feeding each other beef teriyaki.

"Yeah, he's in love - or at least he thinks he is, and that's the best anybody can do..." Amy smiled crookedly.

"Let's get you some food," Toby suggested.

"Okay." Amy got up. "Toby?"

"Yes?"

"I'll do... whatever..."

"Okay. Right now there's no demand."

"Well, not much, anyway." She reached behind her and took his wrists and pulled him against her, placing his hands on her breasts. "I don't have to read your mind to know what that tent in your pants is all about."

Toby accepted her soft offerings, swallowing. "It won't be here. I want you -- I'll be honest -- but I think we should be alone somewhere quiet."

Amy smiled. "That's sweet -- but I need to... give something. Bring it to me. I want to..." Embarrassment stopped her.

"I will," Toby promised. He let go of her breasts, reluctantly, and followed her out of the booth. It was odd -- he could almost read her mind WITHOUT reading her mind... Shared experience, maybe?

Upstairs, Pete and Tabitha's efforts to push out a third round had gone from lazy to urgent to exhausting. Tabitha was NOT to blame for this -- and Pete knew it; he'd gotten greedy, soaking his dick in hot pussy, and now he was trying to grow a load of sperm to shoot into her, apparently, because he didn't have any left! He was tantalizingly close to orgasm -- had been off and on for over ten minutes -- but he just didn't seem to have that little bit extra that would put him over the top...

Tabitha recognized the problem. For a while -- two orgasms worth -- she'd taken advantage of it, but now she needed to come up with something, because if he wasn't successful this third time, it would be all he would remember about the incident, and she would be up the creek! What could she do?

They were both sweat-soaked; anything resembling a slow and lazy fuck had been momentary at best. They'd been working like athletes and it showed. She slid a hand lightly along his sweaty flank, wondering...

Nipples. Guys had them, too, right? Maybe his... She reached up -- they were tiny, alongside hers -- but they stuck out just a bit. Carefully, she collected one between her false thumb- and fingernails...

"Ah! Shit!" Pete gasped.

Tabitha recoiled. "Did it hurt?"

"No!"

But she couldn't hang onto it -- he was moving too much -- not with her nails, anyway. They got in the way of collecting his nipple with the balls of her fingers, too, because they clashed just before they came into contact with one another. Oh, she could do it, but those stupid salon nails made it harder. Maybe... She had to grab him under the shoulders and virtually double herself up, but her lips found a tiny nub and then her teeth...

It could have been that -- or it could have been new friction from her changed position -- but Pete suddenly got there -- basically totally without warning! "YAAAAH!" Tabitha couldn't hang on while he slammed her and squirted; the ejaculation wasn't impressive, but the feelings that went with it were. Tabitha settled back, satisfied, and Pete dropped atop her -- and almost squelched from the combined sweat. "Man!" he panted. "Next time we gotta wait a little bit! I damn near killed myself!"

"Yeah," Tabitha whispered and rubbed his sweaty back. Next time? Would there BE a next time?

Pete panted into the girl's sweaty neck for a couple of minutes before pushing himself back upright. His cock was shrinking and would be falling out of her cunt soon, but it had done its job. Pete collected handfuls of the chick's odd tits -- they weren't huge and they were kind of pointy, sometimes, but they kind of pointed out to the sides. Well, he'd not really been interested in balloon jugs, and black girls didn't run to cones, as a rule, so he was probably as close as he was gonna get. Pete knew that much -- the girl was black -- and that was fine; he didn't really see himself doing white chicks. His cock dropped free, and somehow, it was time to go... "Did you have a good time?" he asked, backing off.

"God, yes!" she whispered, "Did you?"

"Yeah. Real good." Suddenly embarrassed, he wanted out of there. "Where are my pants?"

That wasn't the approach Tabitha had hoped and dreamed of; she swallowed her disappointment and sat up, then felt around where she remembered removing his clothing. "Here."

"Thanks." The next couple of minutes was quiet except for the sounds of Pete dressing. Then he reached out blindly to catch Tabitha behind the neck. "It was REAL nice. Thanks!"

"You're welcome." Tabitha was warmed by the comment, but it didn't seem like it meant that there would be any follow-through. "Bye."

"Yeah. Bye." Awkwardly, Pete collected his stuff and stumbled to the door. Tabitha didn't try to look as he left; she didn't want to know who had given her all that fine loving -- and then just left... She buried her face in a pillow and sobbed quietly.

Candace and Jiang Yi pointed Pete at the basement; he arrived to cat-calls and laughter. "So how was the mystery chick?" Alonzo asked.

"Fuckin' unbelievable!" Pete replied. "I don't have any fuckin' brains left -- she fucked 'em out!" He eyed Alonzo. "You fucked up, Man -- you shoulda done that..."

"I had some good shit," Alonzo allowed. "I'm saving myself for the older chicks, anyway."

"Yeah, well, whatever," Pete waved it off.

Mark popped the question, "Yeah, well, was she good enough?"

Pete eyed him, chewing his lip. "Yeah. Fuck yeah." He turned his attention to Toby. "I'll pay up."

Toby grinned and waved at the stairwell. "Step into my office."

"You ain't telling me here?"

"You're paying -- they aren't," Toby said simply.

"What's happening?" Miriam sat on the exam table, having been released, with a butterfly shrimp in her fingers.

"Some game..." Alyssa replied. "Want something else? I hate those blindfold hoods..."

Miriam shrugged. "He doesn't want me to see him yet."

"Who?"

"The Boss. You know who. He doesn't have a name." Miriam bit off a hunk of shrimp and chewed reflectively. "He doesn't need one."

Amy came up. "We're trying a variation on your crazy suggestion. One of the guys went in and fucked a chick in the dark. Now, if he wants to know who she is, he has to take her out -- twice."

"Yeah?" Miriam asked, interested. "How did it go?"

"He's asking."

"Way cool."

"What's been up with you?" Amy asked.

"I'm having a blast!" Miriam replied. "I've been fucked by a couple of experts -- one in particular -- stuck in stocks or something, tied to this table and driven nuts with a vibrator... Things can't get much more exciting!"

"Most girls would be freaked!" Amy ventured.

Miriam shrugged. "I'm not most girls. Hey, is there any teriyaki left?"

"Yeah. Here." Alyssa pressed a stick into her hand. "What do you think of the people who are doing this stuff to you?"

"I volunteered," Miriam grunted around a stringy mouthful of teriyaki. "I love it. I love them! I love HIM in particular!"

"Him?" Alyssa asked.

"You know. Don't kid me -- you were there before. I know your voice." She chewed for a moment. "He won't let me hear his."

"Do you want to?" Amy asked.

Miriam stopped chewing. "Yes. I want to hear him and see him and smell him and taste him -- and I want to feel him, inside and out!"

"What if he's three feet tall and has zits all over him?" Alyssa asked. "What if he's black? What if he only has one leg?"

Miriam snorted. "He might be black. So? He's a master at what he does. I don't care if he has one red eye -- he's... Well, he's a master. MY master." She chewed reflectively. "Yeah. That's his name. Master."

"Hooo, boy!" Alyssa rolled her eyes.

"Hey, fuck you!" Miriam flared. "Obviously you have no idea..."

"Whoa, whoa -- I'm sorry, okay?" Alyssa replied. "We're different, okay? We've established that. I don't see what you, uh, don't see when you look at your, um, master..." She was grinning again at the end in spite of herself.

"Hey, he's NOT covered with zits!" Miriam railed.

Amy pursed her lips. "You know, he gets something from Miriam that he WANTS from you!" she told Alyssa.

"What's that?"

"Respect."

"How would you know?" Alyssa snapped.

"It's pretty obvious."

"One day in the group and you know everything that's going on..." Alyssa was scornful.

"Okay, whatever." Amy backed off. "But you've made my point. Besides, I heard that you were told specifically..."

"What, exactly? Who told you? Toby?" Alyssa's voice rose. "So he's given you the big briefing? And you believe everything..."

"Why shouldn't she?" Damian growled from behind Alyssa. "Toby reads you girls like a book. I bet if Toby told this one something about you, it's true. Do I want to know what it is?" His voice was soft, dangerous.

"I..." Alyssa bleated.

Amy hurled herself into the breach -- largely because she didn't want Alyssa as an enemy. "I was talking out of turn."

"What about?"

"Respect," Amy replied. "Alyssa was calling me down because I acted like I knew everything that was going on. I'm just a newcomer here..."

"Yeah..." Damian didn't really believe what he was hearing, but he let it ride. Amy felt a moment's fear that he would require some demonstration from her, but he shifted his attention back to Alyssa. "You know I'm not buying this, right?"

"Yes, Damian." Alyssa was all contrition.

Damian looked at Amy. "She learns, eventually. Whatever she was giving you shit about, she was probably wrong -- weren't you?"

He didn't have to look at Alyssa for her to know what was going on. "Yes, Damian."

"You're lucky you can fuck," Damian grunted and stalked off.

Amy looked contrite. "Sorry!"

Alyssa sighed. "You were right. He deserves it -- and I don't give it to him. I'm too close."

Miriam was smiling. "So. You have a master."

"I do n--...!" The protest died on Alyssa's lips. "Yeah. I've got one. And I fuck up all the time. And he beats me and he humiliates me and I try to do better because..." She didn't have to say the last three words -- 'I love him' was there in her voice.

"And it's worth it all, isn't it?" Miriam said softly.

"Yes."

Toby, having left Pete in the living room, knocked on the bedroom door and let himself in. Tabitha was still snuffling into a pillow. "Hey, what's up? Wasn't it good?"

"It was GREAT!" Tabitha wailed. "He was WONDERFUL! But he musta figured out who I was because he was in a big rush to go!"

"There must be some misunderstanding," Toby muttered, shrugging. "I got a totally different feel from him."

"I wasn't good?"

"No, he was pretty happy."

"Pretty happy..." When Tabitha said it, it sounded like 'sorta broke.'

"Um, maybe I didn't inject enough into that," Toby muttered. "Look, do you want to see him again?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah." Toby nodded. "He's asking."

"He IS???"

"Yup."

"Well, SURE!" Tabitha grinned from ear to ear, dashing tears from her eyes.

"Okay, I'll go broker things," Toby told her. "You go wash your face or something." He headed back out.

Toby delivered the news in the living room. "Tabitha." Pete grunted. "Hart. Big ass. Not too bright. Big ol' gap-toothed watermelon-seed-spittin' grin. THAT Tabitha Hart."

Toby pursed his lips. "That Tabitha Hart."

"That Tabitha Hart fucks like a wild thing."

"Yup."

"What else does she do?"

"Just about anything you could ask for, if all it takes is eagerness to please," Toby replied.

Pete pulled at his lip. "Yeah, I can see that..." From his limited contact with her, she was sweet tempered... "Come to think of it, her mama has a rep..."

"For sex? So I hear. But her mama's a bad example, and as a result Tabitha doesn't do a bunch of the things her mama does. And they got in a fight last week and her mama kicked her out," Toby revealed.

"She's got it tough," Pete mused.

"She makes the best of it."

"Two dates?"

"Two dates."

"Done."

"You want to tell her?" Toby asked.

"Yeah. That's fine."

Toby waved at the doorway and Pete strode out.

"Shit, shit, shit! Where are those panties? He's not gonna want to see my big..." Tabitha was crawling along the floor, casting about for her underclothing.

"Ass?" rumbled a voice from the doorway.

Tabitha whirled, struggling to her feet in the process. Pete Phifer was standing there... "P--P--Pete?"

"I had the fucker in my hands -- it ain't like I don't know what size it is..."

"OMIGAAAWD! Pete? OMIGAAAWD!" Tabitha's knees gave way and she crashed down onto the bed.

"Does that mean you're happy to see me?"

Tabitha was sitting there, bug-eyed, hyperventilating. 'PETE PHIFER! HOLY SHIT! PETE PHIFER!' It was Christmas! She had a fairy godmother -- some fucking thing! Winning the lottery was more likely! A LOT more! 'PETE PHIFER!'

"You okay?" Pete lurched forward, concerned. Tabitha couldn't seem to say anything, even though her mouth was moving -- and her eyes were HUGE! "I didn't mean to scare you..." He closed on her, waving his hands, trying to figure out what he should do.

Two steel bands trapped his upper thighs and crushed Tabitha's face to his belly, muffling her exclamations, "Omigawd! Omigawd! Omigawd!"

"Jeezus! I'm only fuckin' human!" Pete grunted, rubbing her shoulders.

Tabitha looked up. "It was you? This isn't some kind of joke...?" 'Shit. It probably is,' she thought.

"No, it was me." He shook her shoulders. "Hey, lookit -- I just play a little football, you know? Don't get all wrapped up in how wonderful I am, 'cause it just ain't there..."

"If I was dreaming..." Tabitha muttered.

"It'd be me?" Pete chuckled. "You got a serious imagination. We got a couple of dates coming, anyway. Do you suck face?"

"Do I!"

"All right. Leggo so I can bend some. Promise me you'll give me my tongue back..." They went from her sitting on the bed and him bending over her to her flopped back on the bed with him above her, one knee between her legs -- without disengaging their lips. "Okay, that was cool," Pete puffed, trying to get his breath. "Let's turn the fuckin' lights off -- no, let's just leave on that lamp, there..." After some scrambling, they ended up entwined on the bed, Pete still in his clothes, while they took a step backward from active sex to heavy petting.

Tad caught Toby coming down the stairs, grinning. "Where's Pete?"

"Busy. We may not see a lot of him tonight. He and his date are getting to know one another, um, socially," Toby related.

"They're gonna have to get out of my bed, eventually," Candace groused. "I'll probably have to change the sheets!"

"I'll help," Tad offered.

"Maybe we'll mess 'em up again, first," Candace simpered. "That'll probably be late. Why don't you go get a suck, Hon -- something to hold you over; besides, the girls need training. Then you can sleep with Mama later..." She ruffled his hair.

"Yeah. Works for me!" Tad returned enthusiastically. He was in no hurry, though.

Things slowly started drifting back toward sex, but it took over an hour and a half. Teela and Sonya dragged Rick into Booth Three and Sally and Amy went back to Booth Two -- Booth One was left vacant. Alonzo sat watching various couples necking, pretending disgust, but in reality amused.

Tad and Mark, both somewhat recharged, headed back to the booths. Tad took Booth Three again -- but the cast had changed...

Teela eyed the specimen poking in through the hole. "About the same, I think," she whispered. "Maybe a little less... Why don't you show us, Lover?"

Rick rolled his eyes, but Sonya, jacking Tad and fondling his balls, looked expectant, so he assumed a look of martyred patience and dropped his pants. Sonya waved him over to her and took him in hand, jacking a cock in each. "Rick's is thicker," she whispered, "Maybe a little longer." Then she started sucking Tad in.

"Give me that." Teela took charge of Rick's cock, going to her knees to suck it in. "Thank God -- I was afraid it would forget me!"

"Yeah, right!" Rick whispered, settling carefully into the chair. Now that she had him, he knew that she wouldn't let up until he gushed inside her somewhere.

Mark, having decided that he was going to get one more blow job, then head home, slid his cock into Booth Two -- where the same cast was on hand as last time. Sally looked up -- and Amy waved her off, having decided that she needed something to concentrate on so she didn't drift off into La-La Land. Gingerly, she took charge of Mark's thick cock and heavy balls.

Mark was totally unprepared for what followed. Amy knew next to nothing about sucking a dick going in -- but she knew EXACTLY what felt good to Mark, and that was all she needed! She also knew about his concerns with premature ejaculation, and tuned her efforts to ensuring that Mark got the maximum amount of pleasure consistent with being just short of out of control. Long after Tad gushed into Sonya's mouth and Rick grunted and let go in Teela's, Mark was plastered against the wall, panting and sweating and suffering agonies of pleasure the likes of which he'd never experienced in his life! Fifteen minutes came and went; Mark was trying to claw his way through the wall at that point, the pleasure was so intense! Finally, Amy teased him to the brink and let him erupt; Mark couldn't even croak, but he spewed a flood of semen that Amy couldn't get a handle on -- while she choked on the first mouthful, he spattered her neck and breasts with his thick goo. Amy milked him with her fist, then sucked up the remainder before letting him stagger back, exhausted.

"Wow!" Sally whispered. "You kicked butt! How did you do that?"

Amy shrugged. "I just kind of got in tune with him so I could read him. When he started getting a little too hot, I backed off..."

"Man! You are HOT!" Mark gasped -- but he was afraid to approach the hole again; irrationally, he feared that he would get sucked through or something. He gathered up his clothes and waddled off, ducking his head as he went past the main room. "Gonna get a shower..."

Toby, who had been keeping an eye on things, came down to the booth. "Amy?"

"Can you wait a little bit?" Amy mumbled. "My lips are sore..."

"Yeah, fine -- I was just wondering if it was you..."

"Yeah. I did it."

"If you don't still need to..." Toby offered.

"What have you done tonight?"

"Well, nothing, actually."

"Okay, then."

"All right -- I'll come back later." 'Hey, if she wants it...' Toby mused.

Miriam and Alyssa were killing time, leaning against the exam table when a pair of hands enveloped Miriam's breasts from behind. "Is it him?" Miriam asked.

"Yeah," Alyssa replied. "It's him."

"Hello, Master!" Miriam turned her head to her right and offered her lips. Randy, taken by surprise, flashed a look at Alyssa, who shrugged. Miriam started to turn her head back to the front, disappointed, but Randy put his hand up and turned her back and connected his lips to hers, then shoved his tongue in her mouth. Miriam took it on as a matter of course, leaning back against him and enjoying his hands molding her breasts. They kissed like that for a couple of minutes before Randy backed off a bit; Miriam breathed, "Thank you, Master," as he pulled away. Randy, looking for a method of silent acknowledgement, squeezed her nipples. She kept surprising him... Now he was 'Master' -- what next? He stopped, trying to decide if this whole thing changed his intent -- and decided that it didn't. Tapping Alyssa on her shoulder, he began gesturing.

"Uh oh -- no rest for the wicked," Alyssa announced. "He wants you back on the table."

"Okay." Miriam hopped up and rotated her legs to find the stirrups. Randy buckled them in and buckled her waist but he left Miriam's hands free. Next, he went around to the end of the table and collapsed the leaf holding Miriam's head up. "Oops!" Miriam yelped.

Randy made a series of gestures. "Well, here it comes," Alyssa informed Miriam. "Lower your head -- he wants to fuck your face. Ummm, expect to choke, but he's going to give you your hands so you can control things some. I think I'd push it if I were you, though..."

"Oh, okay. Is he ready?" Miriam groped over her head. "This isn't something I have experience with, Master, but I'll do my best." She found his hip with one hand and groped for his cock with the other. Randy smiled and shook his head and Alyssa translated, "He knows you will."

Meanwhile, Miriam fed his cock into her mouth. It was another new, exciting challenge -- the latest in a series. She knew what he wanted -- would he fit down her throat?

It was slow and difficult and not particularly pleasant. Miriam did her best, but just being willing wasn't enough. The first time she collected a mouthful of vomit, she begged Randy, "Master, please get a bucket or something. I'm trying, but I'm going to make a mess before I get this..." Damian, who was watching idly, dispatched Alyssa to the bathroom for one.

"Okay, turn to your right if you need it," Alyssa told Miriam, placing the bucket at the end of the table upon her return. No more than ten seconds went by before Miriam, pushing things after idling through the delay, turned her head and spewed into the bucket.

"Sorry, Master!" Miriam choked. Randy, who was manipulating her nipples, squeezed them and leaned over to kiss her between the breasts. Miriam went teary-eyed, overwhelmed -- and redoubled her efforts.

She was the definition of game; she vomited in the bucket two more times before Toby, in awe of her courage, intervened a bit to help her with her gag reflex.

Success soon followed; Miriam's heart swelled to near explosive size the first time her nose bumped Randy's scrotum. She held Randy there, triumphant, knowing it could be done, but knowing that she would probably vomit again when he backed out -- and Randy kissed her between the breasts again, which made it perfect -- even without the applause and cat-calls of the onlookers. Then she let him withdraw, and somehow managed not to lose her gorge. After that, it was an every few stroke thing -- not fast, but working. It was time to swallow her master's cum; Randy took more control, alternating three to six short, glans-covering strokes with a deep shot. Miriam found that she could accommodate this, and confidence grew in her and she relaxed more. Not soon, but eventually, she realized from the sounds that her master was nearing his completion and prepared for it as best she could -- but the results of his sliding his cock full-length into her throat to pulse his seed directly down it surprised her -- there was nothing to taste! It was all already gone down her throat!

Randy held himself deep only long enough to get out the active pulses of his orgasm, then backed off; Miriam's lips suckled the tip of his dick as if he hadn't spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes abusing her. Cheers and whistles and cat-calls sounded from the impromptu peanut gallery -- which was just about everyone not in a booth. She'd amazed him -- again! There seemed to be nothing that he couldn't ask of her -- nothing! He withdrew his cock and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. A couple of the guys went, "EWWWW!" but nothing less could reward her effort -- besides, his cum was long gone. He raised the table leaf so she could rest her head on it and rubbed her face and neck and shoulders for a bit before going back to her breasts. He wanted to fuck her, but he didn't have it in him... He glanced around, thinking -- and Damian provided the answer.

"Eat her," he directed Alyssa.

One look told Alyssa that this was the punishment for her earlier outburst. She didn't argue -- she just knelt between the stirrups and went to work on Miriam's clitoris. Miriam was hot and wet and her clitoris was bulging, suffused with blood -- and she'd been fucked twice already -- so she was pretty swampy. Alyssa's tongue found both male and female secretions in quantity as it delved Miriam's depths and ran the length of her pink slit to her swollen clit. She knew better than to let the goo stop her but worked on Miriam's pussy assiduously, mining it for pleasure. Miriam held onto Randy's hips, rubbing his flesh while he rubbed hers until Alyssa's tongue had wrung an orgasm from her -- which took all of a minute and a half, maybe. "Ah, GOD! GOD!!"

"You guys sure put 'em through hoops," Alonzo observed quietly.

"They love it," Damian replied. "THAT one in particular!" he added, pointing at Miriam.

"Yeah, she's a hot property..."

Randy broke his silence, erupting, "Get your own!" There was a moment of shock and surprise, then general laughter. Miriam hugged her master as if she never planned to let go!