Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 17
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: MF ws humil mf oral ir

Keywords for full story:  rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy

Strange Relationships

Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
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Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you’re not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you!  If you’re too young to
be legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer’s imagination.  You get the idea.

Chapter 17
Taming Jason and the Blow-Job Academy


	Rodney "Rodday" Pinkham adjusted the fur collar of his coat and
stepped around the corner and onto Tabitha Adams' little strip of sidewalk
real estate.  Tabitha eyed him with distaste; he looked prosperous, and he
was, being the new uncrowned king of prostitution in the South Central
district.  Tabitha had seen them come and go, but usually they came on
bright and tasteless; Rodday's dress bespoke a more refined, tasteful -- and
therefore more controlled and dangerous -- individual.  He'd been busy in
recent weeks, absorbing the 'independent' hookers, and it didn't take a
genius to realize that tonight would be his first attempt to absorb HER,
too...  The coat and hat were tasteful, the shoes brightly shined but
conservative -- and no doubt the suit beneath the coat was Brooks Brothers.
Tabitha hitched at her push-up bra and straightened the seam of her hose,
the garters of which peeked out from beneath her short, split skirt, rigging
for the coming confrontation.

	"Evenin' Tabitha," Rodday kicked off.

	"Rodday."  Tabitha nodded in greeting.

	"The more I hear about you, the more I'm surprised that you're still
working," Rodday observed.

	"Well, the pension plan doesn't kick in for a coupla weeks," Tabitha
snapped.

	"You're pretty lucky, all around, but it's GOT to end, sometime.
Why DON'T you have a pension plan?  Or at least insurance?"

	Tabitha eyed him.  "Rodday, I have yet to see an old, retired
hooker.  But I seen a lot of dead ones, an' hookers with pimps seem to take
that kind of retirement quicker than any other group!  If I have to pay for
YOUR kind of insurance, I'll stop eatin' an' stop havin' stuff, an' pretty
soon, I'll be retired in the ground wit' the rest!"

	"Drugs are cheaper, direct..."

	"They'd HAVE to be!" Tabitha ranted, "If I have to give YOU most of
my income, cheaper ain't cheap enough!  I gotta boy to raise!"

	"He's old enough to turn out," Rodday observed.

	"Mebbe.  Look, fool!  I outlasted a BUNCH o' you an' yours bein'
independent, an' I like it that way!  You got nicer stuff on your string,
you don' need an old broken down whore like me!  Lemme alone and go chase
somebody worthwhile!"

	Rodday shrugged.  "You be right, in some ways, but it's the
principle of the thing.  To the young stuff, you represent success.  I can't
have you representing 'independent' success.  You understand?"

	"Yeah."  Shit was going downhill.  Next, some enforcer would show up
to kick the shit out of her, and she'd end up owing Rodday her hospital
bills.  A synapse spat in her brain.  "Hey, lookie here, you don' think I'm
TOTALLY independent, do ya?"

	Rodday blinked.  "Say what?"

	"I got cover.  I don' talk 'bout it, 'cause it might cause shit to
go down over competition, but I gotta umbrella.  From a big guy, wit'
nationwide pull!"  She eyed him archly.  "You don' wanna fuck wit' THAT --
he gets pissed off, he'll SPLASH your little pond!"

	"Huh!"  Rodday was far from convinced.  "What's his name?"

	Tabitha looked at the pimp like he had two heads, both of them
stupid.  "I tell YOU an' one o' his people pay me a visit askin' why I
rocked the boat!  'Cause YOU'D be dumb enough to stick your oar in, then,
wouldn't ya?"

	Rodday shook his head and turned, fingering the brim of his hat.
"Well, Tabitha, I won't say it ain't been entertainin'.  You oughta start a
new career as a storyteller, after THAT line of shit!"  Shaking his head, he
stalked off.

	Tabitha watched him leave with an expression of triumph.  He'd be
back, and she'd probably have to knuckle under for a time -- but not
tonight!  She was premature, though; Rodday met one of his lieutenants two
blocks down.  "She says she's covered by big heat.  Ask around a bit.  If
she's lying, send in Dumbjohn."  The lieutenant nodded, and Rodday got into
his Lincoln.

                         --------------------

	Inez lay in her marital bed, exhausted.  Her Master had returned
with Lord Armand angry about something; he'd dragged her into the bedroom
and ridden her brutally from behind, periodically adding to her misery by
spanking her striped ass cheeks.  He'd finished mere moments before Velma's
call to serve dinner, and she'd had to surge up and rush out.  He didn't
appear at dinner -- Lord Armand dined alone, which was unusual -- but he
appeared in the kitchen at one point, requiring her to bare her breasts and
remain that way while she served Lord Armand's dessert.  When she'd returned
to her quarters after dinner, he was there again, watching television -- but
he shut the thing off immediately upon her arrival, and dragged her off to
bed.

	This time wasn't the same, though; oh, there was the usual pounding
attack, but she liked that.  Master had pushed her knees to her chest and
hammered away, bringing her to orgasm three times before collapsing,
obviously exhausted, across her.  At this point, she THOUGHT he was
sleeping, while she rubbed his flanks, her legs crossed below his ass,
holding his shrinking cock in place.  If she was going to Hell for her
trespasses, this would be a fond memory to take with her.  Raoul... Raoul
had never been comparable, even the first time.  But THIS had been almost...
domestic.  What if Master followed through on his threat to have her share
his bed regularly?  How bad could that be?

	Jason lay atop her castigating himself.  Soon, SHE would own HIM!
Why did the damned woman have to be so comfortable?  He was slipping, losing
his edge...  They'd just fucked -- JUST fucked, nothing added, no pain or
humiliation.  The woman absorbed his every output, one way or another; there
didn't seem to be any way of putting a dent in her basic placidity.  In her
way, she was as bad as that bitch Felicia...  He'd beaten her, pissed in
her, raped her, humiliated her, beaten her ass a SECOND time...  Then he'd
basically run out of inspiration and merely taken his pleasure with her --
and she was laying under him, purring and rubbing his back!  It was like
operating in a rubber room with a plastic spoon -- no way to make a dent!
And in the meantime, the chubby cunt was growing her ticket to continued
longevity with him, day by day, in her womb!  No, whatever the outward
appearance, he was NOT in control of this situation...

	He rolled off her, onto his back, fighting the wrap of her legs only
until she realized his intent.  "Clean me up."  Inez made to rise, and he
grabbed a handful of her thick, black hair.  "With your MOUTH, you silly
cunt!"  She subsided immediately and went to work, and Jason began to
stiffen, again.  There was no way he was going to cum again so soon,
however, so he just dealt with it, "Less blowjob and more cleaning...  Do
you have an alarm clock in this hovel?"

	"Yes, Master."

	"Awaken me at five-thirty."  Might as well rip off a piece before
breakfast...  Inez rose to set the alarm, and the post-coital urge to
urinate seized Jason while he watched.  "Come over here, I need to piss."

	"Yes, Master."

	Inez knelt up and cradled her Master's cock while he AGAIN poured
urine down her, finishing the vile act with, "Okay, go wash up; I might want
to use that mouth again tonight..."  How she managed not to vomit wasn't
clear to her.  Inez spent ten minutes rinsing with mouthwash and brushing
her teeth, but the ghost of the awful taste wouldn't go away...  Being used
as a receptacle like this was utter humiliation!

	For Jason's part, the exercise had value.  She hated it -- that much
was abundantly clear -- so she would continue to do it until neither of them
thought anything of it.  Use the tools that came to hand...  Jason drifted
off to sleep.

	Master was snoring softly when Inez came out of the bathroom.  She
stood there, trying to figure out what he would want her to do, and finally
settled upon putting on a nightie and sliding in beside him.

                         --------------------

	Bianca, listening to the relative quiet from her bed, smiled
ruefully.  Mama didn't have much attention to spare for her the last couple
of days...  Bianca had left the Wench's penis gag demonstration soon after
Mister Armand, grabbing dinner directly from Velma in the kitchen, which
gave her an opportunity to watch Mama run back and forth and Mister Jason
harass her.  After dinner, she'd crept home and hung out in the sitting room
while Mister Jason apparently wore Mama out; now she was in her bedroom
trying to figure out what to do about it.  It had long since come home to
her that despite the beatings, abuse, and humiliation, given a choice, Mama
would choose to be with Mister Jason.  Bianca had a certain sentimental
attachment to Papa, but Papa had always been too preoccupied with his
various angers and injustices to deliver more than token support to her.
And Papa's fine mix of anger and ignorance not only got him in trouble
regularly, but had been applied to HER on a regular basis, too.  Maybe SHE
was better off with Mister Jason...  In the meantime, having overheard what
must have been some cataclysmic sex, she was hyped up...  She slipped back
out of bed, throwing on a robe, and padded out of her family's rooms to the
kitchen.  Velma was there, her bulk settled in a chair.  "Hey, Honey how yo'
doin'?"

	Bianca shrugged.  "Things are pretty wild right now -- and hard to
get away from..."

	"You miss yo' Papa?"  Velma looked sympathetic.

	"Well, not that much, really."  Bianca hung her head, ashamed of the
admission.

	"Honey, Ah don' know howta say this, but yo' Papa lef' a black cloud
everwhere he went.  Jason might be a 'provement."

	"Mama isn't sure yet."  Bianca pushed a lock of her lustrous hair
behind her left ear.

	"Yes she is, Honey.  Yo' Mama been sure fo' some time.  Jason abuses
da shit outta her, but he's payin' 'tention ta HER, not hisself!  Some
girls, it don' matter what KIND o' 'tention they get, long as they get
SOME...  An' Jason likes his sex, too.  She ain't hurtin' fo' THAT, Ah
bet..."

	"THAT's for sure!" Bianca rolled her eyes.  "I think Mister Jason's
up to three, tonight; from what I heard a little bit ago, Mama is getting
two or three for one, too!"

	"Dat why yo' down here wit' an' ol' fat woman?" Velma chuckled.

	"Well..." Bianca grinned.  "Usually, I talk to the Wench, lately,
but Mister Charles has gagged her..."

	"He come through here wit' a soda bottle...  New toy?"

	"Yeah."  Bianca blushed.  "It's a... penis gag."

	Velma rumbled and jiggled.  "So Felicia's suckin' a rubber cock?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Lotta sex 'round here, fo' the likes o' you..."

	"Uh huh."

	"How you handlin' dat, Honey?"  Velma eyed her critically.

	"Well..."

	"Li'l itchy?"

	Bianca nodded.  "Mama and Mister Jason are hot, even if he's too
violent for me.  I'm holding my own with him..."

	Velma put her hands on the table and suddenly looked taut and
dangerous.  "He messin' wit' you?"

	"Oh, NO!"  Bianca waved it off.  "Not at all!  He's kind of made it
clear that if I need anything, I should come to him, but I have rights that
Mama doesn't have, and one of them is the right not to be messed with.  He's
been fine, about that..."  She pondered a bit.  "But he has no problem using
me to embarrass Mama.  Last night he bent her over a chair in front of me to
see what we'd both do."  She grinned at the memory.  "I sat there and
watched a while, refusing to act excited -- even helped Mama pull her dress
off!"

	Velma chuckled, jiggling.  "But you WAS excited wasn't you?"

	"Yeah..." Bianca dropped her eyes.

	"Well, sometimes a girl got to take things in hand..." Velma eyed
her sidelong.

	"Yeah." Bianca agreed, then continued, "Sometimes the Wench is worse
-- that marathon blowjob thing on the porch the other day..."  She sighed;
she hadn't really handled that well...

	"Yeah, Ah heard sumpthin'.  What was DAT all 'bout?"

	"Wench was deep throating Mister Armand and vomited.  Mister Charles
had her practice with four of the yard boys..."

	"Holy Jeezus! Fo'?"  Velma's expression was comical.

	Bianca grinned.  "She went through them, twice..."

	Velma shook her head, sighing.  Bianca eyed her quizzically, and
Velma muttered, wistfully, "Ol' fat women need luvin', too...  Ah don' git
much.  Do a li'l sumpthin' here an' dere ta take da edge off..."  She eyed
Bianca.  "Yo' young and purty.  Boys be fallin' all over yo', Ah bet..."

	"I'm TOO young -- or at least boys my age are!" Bianca complained.
"They're all just... boys..."

	"So, you lookin' somewhere else?"  Velma eyed her sidelong.  "Out t'
the yard, mebbe?"

	Bianca blushed, "Well..."

	"Young Pete, mebbe?  I got eyes.  Ah dream a l'il bit, too.  If Ah
was fookin' mo' Ah'd be eatin' less..."

	Bianca blinked.  "It's so hard?"

	"Ol' fat cow like me?  What'm Ah goin' ta do?  Hang a 'Fook Me' sign
on mah door?"

	"Well, you could ask Mister Armand to bring you in something -- I
hear he does it for the yard boys..."

	"Oh, shoah!  Ah'm goin' go see da Boss an' tell him my wet spot
needs workin'!"  Velma rolled her eyes.  "Da Boss done me once...  You know
dat, right?  Boss ALWAYS does his womenfolk, least once.  Bet he done yo'
Mama..."  Bianca nodded.  "Problem is, it ain't 'bout fun -- it's 'bout the
Boss makin' shoah ya know yo' place.  Mo' like an ass whuppin' some ways..."
She mused a moment.  "Ah'm reachin' da point where all Ah 'member is da good
parts..."  Her regard sharpened.  "Hey, yo' seen the yard boy's things,
then?  Their tools?"

	"Yeah."  Bianca blushed.

	"You mind..."

	"Ummmm, okay."  Bianca gathered a breath.  "Anyone in particular,
first?"

	"Ah dunno.  Anybody, Ah guess.  Take 'em in order..."

	"Well, I don't have any experience, so...  I saw Phillippe's first
-- it seemed pretty decent; had that skin thing..."

	"Fo'skin, Honey.  How big was it?"

	"Oh, like so, I guess."  Bianca measured out a distance with her
hands, about six inches.  This kind of tickled her -- it was kind of like
telling a girlfriend at school.  "Ed went second.  He didn't have a
foreskin, and his cock -- that's what the Wench calls them -- was a little
longer, but narrower.  The head was smaller, too.  He gagged the Wench
pretty seriously."

	"Yeah?  That so?  Huh..."  Velma appeared to be visibly rearranging
her fantasy cast of characters.  "Okay, who's next?"

	"Boris," Bianca replied.  "His was a little shorter than Phillippe's
-- not much -- but it was thick.  It had a foreskin, too.  Boris has big...
balls, too."

	"No shit?  Ah didn't think you'd be seein' Boris..."

	"He wasn't happy, but he got over it.  I was leaning over the
Wench's shoulder while holding her arms, and I did this..."  Bianca wiggled
her shoulders, causing her bust to shimmy.  "Poor guy's eyeballs about fell
out and he just poured it down the Wench's throat!" she confided, giggling.

	"Wish Ah'd seen that..."  Velma was wistful.  "Who else? Pete?"

	"Uh huh," Bianca nodded.  "Pete's cock is as beautiful as the rest
of him.  It's longer than Ed's, and about as thick as Phillippe's,
circumcised -- is that right?  Circumcised?  Good sized balls, too!"

	Velma sighed.  "Pete's outta my league, but I bet YOU could land
him!"  Bianca went cherry-red, and Velma continued, "Ah seen you watchin'
him through da window...  Dat what yer lookin' fo'?"  Bianca couldn't raise
her eyes.  "If'n yo' huntin' DAT bunch, Ah think yo' oughta go by age; Pete
first, den Phillippe an' Ed.  Me, Ah probly hafta work back da other way..."

	"I STILL think you ought to talk to Mister Armand..."

	"Nah.  Probly catch somethin'.  Male hoors is all queer anyways.
What Ah want fook wit' a queer fo'?"  Velma chuckled.  "Ya'll run along,
now, Girl.  Yo' done give an ol' fat woman enough fantasies fo' a while..."
Bianca grinned and headed back to her room, snatching a soda from the
refrigerator in the process.  What Mama didn't know wouldn't hurt her...

                         --------------------

	Nate and Nora, Draper and Tenisha were sitting in Gino's Greasy
Spoon, a popular hangout, having dinner.  The guys were thanking God it was
cheap, but otherwise, things were going well.  On entry, Tenisha had
announced that sitting in the two back booths was not an option; they'd
attained a certain notoriety over the last few weeks as a place where wild
things happened...  Nonetheless, it was Friday, and still early, relatively
speaking.  Tenisha confided quietly to Nora while the boys paid the bill, "I
can't be doin' that shit in public, but I wouldn't mind practicing a little
tonight..."

	"Sex?"

	"Uh, yeah.  The uh, oral kind..."  Tenisha seemed embarrassed.  "We
haven't really done that..."

	"Well," Nora confided, "I'm not exactly an expert..."

	"Nate like it?"

	"Oh, yeah.  I do, too.  There's a... mindset to it.  If you do
sixty-nine, you're distracted by your own pleasure, so you don't do as well
with his, and vice-versa.  So it's best kind of one-sided..."

	"What about sperm?  You swallow?"

	"Yeah."  Nora shrugged.  "I like the stuff.  Nate gets a kick out of
me sucking it out of the rubber after we have sex, and cleaning him with my
mouth..."

	"Really?  Wish we had somewhere to go..."

	"Well, since it doesn't seem to be a problem, let's got to my
house!"

	"No shit?  What about your Momma?"

	"Mom stays out of it; she and Daddy both basically approve of Nate
and they know what we're up to.  She might have a concern about you two if
we rub her nose in it, but otherwise she'll probably assume we're being
good, just because there are four of us..."

	"Okay, let's tell the guys.  Isn't it funny that WE'RE the ones with
a place?"

	"Yeah," Nora sighed.  "Poor Nate..."

	"Draper's 'bout as bad.  He's got a couple of older brothers who
ain't role models, if you know what I mean..."

	"I can imagine."

	Nate and Draper ambled up, and Tenisha announced, "We're going to
Nora's for a while, if you boys don't mind..."

	Draper interpreted the sly look that went with the announcement as
probable trouble, but he didn't see much more going on than some heavy
petting.  Passing a look with Nate, he shrugged, "Okay."  It was better than
goin' home and beatin' off, by a long shot, even if it wasn't actual sex...

	Nate really didn't have much choice.  His primary concern was the
fact that he hadn't been deep in Nora since Wednesday.  Well, shit, you
can't have everything...  "Sure."

	The girls got up and the two couples paraded out.  In the car,
driving home, Nora noticed Nate's preoccupation.  "What's the matter,
Honey?"

	"We're stayin' kinda public since you saw your Daddy..."

	"Oh, THAT!  Don't worry, Honey.  Neither Daddy nor anyone else has
dictated the end of our sex life."  She reached in his lap and played with
the bulge behind his fly.  "I'd play with it now, but I want to live to get
home.  Relax, Mama fix."  She leaned over and ran her lips over his neck.

	"Awright."  Nate shuddered.  "THAT could get us killed..."

                         --------------------

	"Mom?  We're home!" Nora announced herself fifteen minutes later, on
arrival.  "Draper and Tenisha are with us; we're going to go up to my room
to watch some TV."

	"Why don't you use the big one down here?" Sharon countered, coming
out of the den.  "I can make myself scarce, if that's what is required..."
She eyed her daughter sidelong.

	Nora thought furiously.  "Uh, okay.  Could you get us some Cokes and
stuff while I run upstairs for a couple of things?"  Sharon nodded and Nora
bussed Nate quickly before dashing for the stairs.  "One minute, guys!
Settle in; I'll be right back!"  Sharon figured her daughter had to pee, and
Nate thought she might be after rubbers, but they were both wrong; Nora made
straight for her mother's room and for what she'd mentally dubbed 'the toy
box'.  She remembered her original inventory of the contents, and something
stuck out as topical...  Yeah, there it was!  'Monster Cock Facials'!  She
snatched the video and crossed to her own room to shuck out of her
pantyhose.  With Nate, regular nylons and a garter belt were the way to go
-- Daddy's maids had made THAT impression.  She'd have to go out and get
some...  Rubbers were an afterthought; after all, she was planning on giving
a blowjob...  She stuck the DVD between two other cases and skipped down the
stairs.

	Sharon was just finishing laying out some drinks and snacks on the
coffee table.  "I was going to bed, and I guess I don't see any good reason
not to follow through.  You kids stay out of trouble and make sure everyone
gets home before their parents start looking for them, okay?"  Nate could
probably stay out all night without problems, but she wasn't sure about the
other couple, a pair of black kids.  The girl -- Tenisha? -- looked fairly
prosperous and well-taken-care-of...

	"Okay, Mom.  We'll make sure Draper gets Tenisha home before her dad
comes looking..." Nora assured her mother, who nodded and walked out, headed
for the stairs.  Kids on a Friday night...  Well, she was home, and they
probably wouldn't be up to much in the den -- if they DID, it'd be Nate, who
was a known quantity.  Sharon, on the other hand, had to prepare for her
next interview with Armand -- and that required sleep, if she could get
it...

	Nora waited until her mother's feet were on the stairs, then riffled
the videos before Tenisha, exposing the porn flick.  "I thought we might
learn something..."  Tenisha fished it out, eyes round.

	Nate took a look and flashed Nora a glance, "Raidin' the toy box?"
Nora grinned.

	Draper took a look at the source of comment and his eyebrows rose.
What the fuck?

	Nora took up explanations.  "We thought we might learn a bit about
blowjobs..."

	The guys passed a surprised glance, which Draper shifted to Tenisha,
who blushed, but held her ground.  Handing the video to Nora, she said,
"Start it up..."  Nora went over and stuck it in the player.

	The guys were kind of embarrassed by the 900-number phone sex ads
and such; the girls were giving them the eye like the content was their
fault.  Draper took a shot:  "Baby, you sure 'bout this?"

	Tenisha produced a rather carnivorous smile.  "Yeah.  I need to see
what I'm in for..."

	Draper succumbed to the temptation to be defensive.  "These
muthafuckahs'll probably be worse'n anythin' I dish out..."  Tenisha's
return glance said, 'We'll see...'  The glance she flicked Nora was
triumphant; the boys were going to be all set to prove that THEY weren't the
kind of bastards that took advantage of women, which would play into their
hands...

	The credits and other preliminaries finally finished, and the first
scene began with a perfunctory interview with a young blonde, interspersed
at odd intervals with what must have been 'after' shots -- pictures of her
with cum dripping from her face.  They moved on to a scene with her kneeling
up before a guy with a camera and a pretty sizeable erection, a side shot
that still didn't show the guy's face.  Nate reflected that at least he
wasn't black...  The guy said, "You understand, we're gonna go deep...  You
need to hang with it."

	The woman licked her lips and nodded, murmuring, "I like it deep..."
Then she moved in and started licking.

	The two couples had settled on the couch girl-boy-girl-boy, with
Nora on the far left.  Tenisha turned to Draper, "Get it out."  Draper was
already stiff; she could tell.  Draper flashed a glance at Nate, but Nora
was giving HIM a look that said he should comply, too.  Nate shrugged and
undid his belt so he could rise up and shuck his jeans to his ankles.
Draper rubbed his face and made shift to follow.

	Nora wrapped her hand around Nate's erection as soon as it was
clear, which provided an incentive for Nate to be more thorough, toeing out
of his running shoes and working on kicking fully free of his jeans.  Draper
rumbled, "What 'bout her Mama?"

	Nate shrugged.  "I done worse, from her viewpoint."

	Tenisha wasn't going to allow backsliding.  "Go on..."

	Draper grimaced.  "Awright."  Even if Nate could get away with this,
it didn't mean HE could...  But 'Nisha wasn't takin' 'No' for an answer...
Her hand enveloped his shaft and started moving and he set himself to try to
last a bit, if possible, given the stimulation.

	On screen, the young woman was working on the erection with ovalled
lips and hollowed cheeks, her eyes on the camera shooting the action from
above as if she were looking into her partner's eyes.  Theory had it the guy
getting serviced was filming it himself.  She'd move in and out on it,
jacking the length she wasn't running in and out of her mouth with her hand
in rhythm to her suction.  Soft hands on the boys’ cocks unconsciously
emulated the rhythm.  Every once in a while, she's back off and lick it
along the underside.  The view shifted to a side shot that showed her using
her free hand to massage the man's balls, then zoomed in for a close-up.

	Nate was starting to dance on the couch; he couldn't help it.
Draper was absolutely rigid, attempting not to do the same.  Nora glanced at
Nate.  "I don't want my face painted -- I want to swallow..."

	"I'm not gonna last..."  Nate's voice was strained.

	Nora backed off on the jacking.  "Grab my neck and get me there when
the time comes."  Nate wheezed relief while Tenisha nodded at Draper, eyes
dancing.

	Tenisha stopped jacking, too, but Draper was afraid it was too late.
"Squeeze it at the base, hard!" he gasped.  Tenisha did so.  "Hold it..."
In a moment, he settled back again.  "Okay."

	Nate figured the only reason he had any control at all was recent
experience with Nora.  When she backed off, he managed to get control back
-- oh, he was hard enough to cut diamonds, but he wasn't gonna shoot right
away...

	On screen, the man said, "Okay, drop the hand, I'm gonna drive for a
while.  The blonde let go of his erection and he palmed the back of her head
and began driving her onto it.  The blonde lasted about six strokes before
she backed off, choking; her face, captured by the hand-held camera,
displayed an increasing amount of discomfort with every stroke, ending with
the retch.  Saliva poured from her mouth in a sticky stream while she got
control.  The guy let it happen, waiting until she had it again before re-
impaling her, pushing deep three or four times before backing off so she
could gather herself while still mouthing him.

	Tenisha eyed Draper sidelong and he threw up his hands, "Hey, you
gals picked this flick -- I ain't apologizin' for shit I ain't done!"  She
just grinned and started slowly jacking him again.

	"I guess deep throat is no picnic," Nora opined.

	"Not like THAT!" Nate agreed, "Mama..."  He shut up abruptly.

	"Nate..." Nora eyed him sidelong.

	"Okay."  Nate looked embarrassed.  "Mama does it, but she's been
practicin' a while.  The way this dude is rammin' and jammin', I figure he's
chokin' her on purpose."  He eyed Nora defiantly.  "YOUR..."  He shut up
again, glancing guiltily at Draper and Tenisha.

	Nora eyed Nate a moment.  Well, the cat was out of the bag, so she
might as well admit it.  Nate would pay later, though -- and he knew it.
"Yes, Honey, my Mom does it, too..."

	Tenisha merely shrugged.  "Mine does, too.  But I think Nate's got a
point; this guy's choking her on purpose."

	Draper snatched up the box and scanned the advertising, then
grunted.  "Somethin' 'bout givin' 'em more'n they can handle..."  On the
screen, things had settled into a pattern:  The standing man would allow the
blonde a few sucking strokes, then take charge for a bit -- one cycle viewed
from above and one from the side.  The blonde's neck and chest were shiny
and dripping from the copious flow of saliva that choking her was
generating.  After a couple more cycles, the man grunted, "Okay, try it on
your own, now."  The blonde gamely worked to absorb his entire length, and
succeeded, working relatively slowly.  She backed off, looking triumphant,
and the man grunted, "Again..."  The side view showed her straightening her
throat for the effort.  When she got it in, though, he pinned her to him,
saying, "Okay, now we know you can do it, we're gonna pick things up.  I'm
gonna work deep for a bit to get started, then you can get me ready for your
facial."  He let go of her; even the time it took to make the utterance had
her cherry red from gagging and lack of air.  She staggered back, wheezing,
and the man let her suck in a few breaths and get to something resembling
control before he gathered her in again.  "Awright, here we go!  Keep your
head down and your throat open!"  The next bit was brutal, lasting longer
than any previous cycle had.  The girl was obviously suffering, but he was
getting into her throat every third stroke or so, and the others appeared to
be satisfactory, because he was puffing and making little pleased grunts.
After what seemed to be quite a while -- even to sympathetic watchers, he
backed off and grunted, "Okay, finish me off!"  The blonde resumed jacking
him and somehow managed not to break rhythm too much while she worked a much
shorter length with her mouth.

	In a moment, the man took over jacking and a bit after that, he held
her back off his erection while he grunted and began to shoot on her face,
producing a reasonable quantity that hit one eye, one nostril, her forehead,
and her open mouth.  Somehow, the girl managed to smile while the camera
caught this all at close range, and even wave for the fade-out.

	Tenisha turned to eye Draper, who shrugged -- but she didn't let him
off, noting, "I see your dick is still hard..."

	Nora giggled, pausing the video.  "It's a control thing.  My Daddy
gave Mom this video, and he's into that, so I'm not surprised.  As for the
boys, I bet they're hard-wired that way -- after all, women's rights are a
recent fiction..."

	'Fiction' got a look of surprise from Tenisha, but when she thought
about it, it made sense.  "Okay, so what are we gonna get out of this?"

	"Well, it's ALL relevant, under certain circumstances, but the early
parts are more so for a cooperative effort," Nora opined.  "There's more
than one scene..."  She started the video again. This time, a black woman
knelt before what appeared to be the same male -- yes, it was -- the cock
was the same.  She fared no better than her predecessor, but the girls
managed to learn a few things.  The third scene featured a brunette with
droopy breasts -- but she was a surprise, an apparently professional cock-
gobbler who took all but the man's most brutal thrusts and seemed to enjoy
herself.

	"Lessee that one again!" Tenisha urged when the scene was over.

	"Jeezus, 'Nisha!" Draper whined.

	Tenisha smiled and nodded at Nora who picked the scene again from
the disk menu, then she bent over and lipped Draper's cock, stopping to
murmur, "Big baby..."  She tongued the underside, causing a teakettle hiss
from her husky boyfriend before directing, "Stand up and turn around -- you
don't have to watch the flick any more to have fun..."

	Draper got up, flashing Nora an embarrassed glance at this clearest
display yet of his man-meat, but Nora was already turning to Nate, who could
read the look.  He got up, too, and Nora positioned him where she could
watch the video for tips while working, then started by wrapping her lips
around the crown of his glans and whirling her tongue around the tip.  Nate
closed his eyes and hissed an indrawn breath -- no, HE wasn't gonna need any
flick...  He glanced to his left at Draper and rolled his eyes, eliciting a
tight grin -- but then Nora dove on him!  He felt her shoulders hunch and
her throat ripple -- even though he wasn't in it -- before she backed off...

	Nora backed off, gasping a bit, and advised Tenisha, "Go deep and
gag a little bit -- it'll bring up some spit and make it easier to work.
That's what she's doing..."  She nodded at the screen.

	Tenisha's "Umm hummm," delivered around Draper's cock, was almost
drowned out in the "Hrrgh!" Draper grunted at feeling the hum.  She locked
eyes with her boyfriend and pulled herself onto him, trying for depth.  She
tensed as it hit the back of her throat, and Draper felt his control
disappear.  "Fuck, Baby, I'm gonna shoot!"

	Tenisha backed off hurriedly.  If she'd thought he was big and hard
before...  The head swelled, and the shaft went from firm to solid, and her
tongue felt the pulse of the tube along its bottom as cum started blasting
from the tip!  Wow!

	Cum tasted... different.  Thick, gooey, and with an odd tang that
hung there on her tongue.  Nora backed off Nate just long enough to admonish
"Swallow!" before diving back onto him, and Tenisha did so.  The stuff kind
of stuck in the throat, too...  But Draper was gasping and moaning and his
hand in her hair told her that he really, really wanted to drive deep, so
she sucked him in, still swallowing.  After the first couple of blasts, he
wasn't delivering that much, anyway -- nothing she couldn't keep up with...

	Draper couldn't believe it!  Tenisha was sucking his cock like a
pro!  Or close enough, as far as HE was concerned, anyway...  How on Earth
could shit get any better?  Crazy bitch damn near raped him every time they
were alone together...  Only fuckin' problem wit 'Nisha was she liked to run
things -- an' so what?  From where Draper stood, the bennies definitely
outweighed the downside...  "Oh, fuck, Baby!  Damn!"

	Tenisha backed off, eyes dancing.  "Well, okay.  How long do you
think it'll be before you're ready?"

	"You little shit!"  Draper bent and dragged her in for a kiss.
There was a taste there, but what the fuck?  If she was gonna swallow his
load, least he could do...

	Nora was taking the advanced course, watching the brunette on the
video and diving on Nate's cock, varying things as she watched the woman do
on screen.  At the moment, the brunette was taking the impacts of one of the
man's forced deep throat sessions; Nate, of course, wasn't trying anything
like that, so she was trying to get deep on her own, taking it deep until
her throat stopped her and backing off.  Nate's knees were jumping,
something he couldn't control; his hindbrain wanted him pounding that wet
sheath he was soaking in!  He had no idea how long he was going to last --
Hell, he was surprised it had been THIS long!

	Tenisha, coming up from her kiss, glanced over idly.  "Nora, Honey,
Get your head lower!  See how she does it?  Give Nate a straight shot!"
While Nora complied, Tenisha idly watched Nate's cock saw in and out.
Nothin' wrong with it, after all -- nice length...  Draper's was thicker,
though...  "That's it!  Lift your chin and give him running room..."

	Nora did as she was told.  Yeah, this was better -- still no picnic,
but better.  Mom did this for Daddy, so it was possible, no question.  Maybe
she'd ask for pointers from Nate's Mama...  The thought was hilarious, and
she backed off to giggle at it for a second before resuming, something that
neither Nate nor the witnesses quite understood...

	Tenisha shook the giggle off -- apparently Nora was having fun --
and offered more advice, "Nora, Honey, why don't you let Nate drive?"  That
she'd EVER advise a girl to hand Nate Adams sexual control over her was a
strange idea, but, hey, this was a different kind of Nate, wasn't it?

	Nora looked up at her lover and gave him a fractional nod, her eyes
trusting.  Nate gingerly took her head in his hands.  You dream of this shit
-- just jammin' your dick down some cunt's throat -- funny, how it's totally
different when they're important to you...  Nate's first few strokes in
control were no deeper than Nora had been taking him, anyway, but she seemed
to set herself, so he gingerly pushed beyond.  Nora's eyes just watched him;
her shoulders hunched, but she didn't fight.  Nate didn't hang around; he
went back to shorter strokes for a couple, then tried again.

	Handing control off to Nate set butterflies to fluttering in Nora's
stomach.  Somehow, it was wildly exciting -- maybe more exciting than the
act itself!  The whole thing was a... gift...  Having Nate actually TAKE the
gift was fulfilling, satisfying.  The discomfort was all a part of what made
it valuable...  Nate was getting there, too.  There!  He'd poked her throat
again!  Not deep, not long, and he gave her a respite in between, but he was
getting beyond!

	Nora's attitude gave Nate confidence, so he went deep again, staying
no longer than he had before -- just a quick in and out, a bit deeper than
usual.  Obviously, from the look on her face, Nora wasn't getting any direct
pleasure from the deep stroke, but just as obviously she trusted him and
intended to hang in there.  Nate rocked her head back and forth a couple of
times, their eyes locked, and went for depth again, just as Nora ducked her
head a bit.  There was a little pop -- felt, not heard -- and an inch of
previously exposed cock disappeared into Nora's mouth while her eyes
widened.  Nate wanted to leave it there SOOOO bad, but it just wasn't
smart...  Withdrawing fully, he asked, "What happened?"

	"I..." Nora wiped her mouth, "swallowed..."

	"Okay?"

	"Uh huh."  Nora leaned forward and Nate resumed driving.  They
watched each other; Nora knew it was coming almost before Nate did.  Again,
her throat opened, and Nate drove an extra inch in; this time, he was slower
with the withdrawal, and just moved back to a normal 'out' position with her
lips around his crown.  He held position for just a beat, then took a
'regular' stroke, held a beat, and again went deep.

	Nora, for whom repetition was bringing a solid feel for the act,
ducked and swallowed, and Nate went even deeper than before!  If you could
be said to smile around a cock, Nora was doing it, her eyes dancing while
Nate's face revealed severe strain from dealing with the new sensations that
the constriction at her throat was delivering.

	Draper had settled next to Tenisha and both were watching the act,
goggle-eyed.  "She's doin' it, isn't she?" Tenisha husked.  Nate looked up
at the pair and nodded tightly.  "Wow!  Cool!"

	Nate backed off again, taking it easy, took another normal stroke or
two and telegraphed his intentions.  Nora hunkered down and Nate slid
forward, but when he stopped, Nora used her grip on his thighs to continue
the stroke, sliding him home until her nose was buried in his kinky pubes.
"Holy shit!" Nate gasped, and Nora felt it -- Nate's cock growing in her
throat, hardening, swelling, pulsing...

	Nate couldn't leave.  He'd taken over the grip and held Nora there
while his cock fired off directly down her throat!  He just couldn't pull
out; instinct wouldn't let him -- he needed to be buried for this.
Triggered, his cock fired once, twice, three times before sanity returned.

	When it became clear what was going to happen, Nora shifted from
pulling on Nate to pushing -- but it was gentle, an announcement that when
he let go, she was going to back off, not an urgent attempt at escape.  Now,
she backed off to hold his glans in her lips, eyes watering but not crying,
ecstatic at the results of her efforts.  The only downside was the fact that
she'd missed the taste of those first few blasts, having received them
beyond the point where her taste buds could come into play -- but Nate's
essence was still pouring out, so there was plenty on her tongue, now...

	Nate was weak-kneed from reaction -- and scared to death he'd
injured his woman!  "Are you okay, Baby?"

	"Uhmm hummm..."  Nora made shift to smile again around his shaft.

	"You SURE?"  Nate worried.  Her eyes were wet...

	Nora released his glans.  "I'm fine, Honey.  Happy, in fact.  How
was it?"

	"It was fuckin' AWESOME!  But you're cryin'..."

	"Huh?  Oh, that's just my eyes watering from choking a bit.  Don't
worry, Honey -- I'm fine!"  Nora smiled broadly.

	"Jeez, I wanna applaud, but your Mama might not like it if she
showed up to see why!  That was something!" Tenisha enthused.  Draper just
nodded, big-eyed, figuring it wasn't smart to get TOO enthusiastic about
another dude's woman in front of him AND your own...  Little chunky-assed
Nora's stock had gone up in his book; she still wasn't his type, but he
understood clearly what Nate saw in her.  Li'l bitch was sure game!  Tenisha
turned to him and husked, "We're gonna work on this, Baby; I'll get better.
But in the meantime, how about you two work on US for a while?"  Her eyes
glinted, and Draper chuckled to himself; yeah, 'Nisha liked to run things,
and no, it didn't REALLY bother him, since it only seemed to mean more
sex...