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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 5 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: enema mmf oral anal ir M-dom

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 5

        Terence frowned.  "How does that punish Lon?"  A glance at Lon
showed that he was frowning, too.

        "Well, there are the basics -- you're fucking me.  That won't please
Lon.  But the other piece is that I've never had a cock there.  You would be
taking a cherry -- a once in a lifetime thing that Lon can't have, once it's
done." Sally explained.  "What do you think?"  She glanced up hopefully.

        The two males involved were glaring at one another.  "Give us a
minute, will you?" Lon grunted, and hauled Sally out of her chair by her
upper arm.  He took her to Toby's bedroom before confronting her, "What are
you doing?"

        "I'm trying to keep something stupid from happening," Sally replied.
"Were you ever really going to fuck my ass?"

        The answer was 'probably not'; Lon had tried anal sex and considered
it a messy, less than exciting proposition.  Ironically, his run-in with
Terence's father had been more or less the final nail in the coffin; as far
as Lon was concerned, he didn't want unisex fuck holes -- he wanted pussy.
Blowjobs were another thing, and while they, too, were more or less unisex,
he wanted a woman down there, gazing up at him, not a guy.  Admitting all
this, however, was giving ground Lon didn't want to concede.  "I'd have
gotten around to it, sometime," he replied uncomfortably.

        Sally cocked her head.  "Are you sure?  I don't think so."

        "Well, it's the principle of the thing," Lon grunted.

        "That's true for Terence, too, Sweetheart," Sally replied.  "You did
a bad thing -- an illegal thing, even -- to his father.  In the process, you
hit on Terence's hot buttons -- his insecurity over gay sex, and who and
what he is.  In some ways, in Terence's mind, you fucked HIM, rather than
his dad -- he feels threatened and violated."

        "What about Toby?  What do you think THEY did?" Lon demanded.

        "I don't know," Sally replied, then she grinned despite herself.
"Maybe Terence fucked him -- that would explain why they seem to have
settled things."  More seriously, she continued, "Terence sees you as the
greater threat, though.  You two aren't friendly, really, and you're a lot
more imposing than Toby.  And you were the guy doing all of the humiliating
teasing in the video."

        "Okay, so?"

        "So you need to give him something -- something he thinks you value.
I don't think you really value my dirty ol' back hole, but if we can
convince him you do, it's valuable.  If nothing else, it's valuable because
it will be the first time..."

        "I certainly get THAT part!" Lon grated.

        "Okay, but is it real serious?  One of the nice things about this is
it's an ass for an ass..." Sally countered.  "If it's real serious, I could
kneel up here and you could do me, then we could TELL Terence it's a
cherry..."  She caressed Lon's cheek.  "I love you, Sweetheart -- let me do
this for you."

        "I don't see why..." Lon groused.

        "Because you went way overboard," Sally cut him off.  "If someone
had done that to you, I'm afraid you'd probably be killed or end up in
prison getting even.  I know you were mad about having to let me do my part,
but you guys took it way out there!  Do you really want it to escalate any
further?  Seeing his dad handled like that hit Terence where he lives!  What
would you want?"

        Lon thought about it.  "Well, you're right, I guess.  But I'm not
happy."

        "Neither is Terence, Sweetheart.  You need to build some bridges
with him."

        "Maybe," Lon grunted.  "All right -- but I do any further
negotiations, understand?"

        "Yes, Sweetheart."

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        In the kitchen, they were looking at the flip side of the coin...

        "Lookit, why should I fuck Sally?" Terence grunted.  "Lon's the one
who fucked up..."

        "I thought we agreed that fucking Lon wasn't smart?" Toby replied.

        "I could kick his ass..."

        "Also not smart."  Toby shook his head.  "Sally's idea is a good
one.  You plunder her ass like he plundered your dad's."

        "Sally didn't do it."

        "Actually, she helped -- a lot," Toby pointed out.  "Besides, you
ARE hitting Lon -- just at one remove!"

        "How?"

        "Look, I don't want to get too far into the heavy end of this..."
Toby murmured, flicking a glance at Damian.

        Damian picked up the ball and ran with it, "Bro, in case you haven't
noticed, Lon has a bug up his ass because we're black!"

        Terence frowned.  "You're doin' all kinds of shit to his mama..."

        "True.  But his mama and his girlfriend are two different things..."
Damian replied.

        Toby nodded.  "Damian is right.  Lon has these issues about what's
right and fair.  His mama can be pretty heavy-handed, and he's been under
her thumb a long time.  He writes off what Damian does to her as payback,
and gets a kick out of the whole idea of her bending the neck for a black
guy -- but at some point, she'll be paid up, and Lon will get irritated.
There's no way that things are gonna go on the way they are for the
foreseeable future."  He waved his arm at the door, indicating the missing
couple.  "Sally is a totally different proposition; she's his, period.  And
he doesn't want to share any more than he has to.  And I'm sorry to say it,
but that goes DOUBLE if you're black..."

        "You fucked her!" Terence retorted.  "I got a blowjob from her!"

        "Do you know why I got to fuck her?" Toby replied.  "Because he
couldn't stand to lend her out the very first time to an old black guy!  And
if you think he liked that blowjob thing, well..."

        Terence grunted, remembering a time when he wanted to get to know
Lon better.

        Rick spoke up then, reminding everyone that he and Teela were
present.  "Lon isn't functionally prejudiced, really -- but this is a little
too close to home, you know?  You guys weren't in the original plan -- we
didn't run in the same circles.  Suddenly, he not only had to put up with
you, but he had to accept you guys doing his mama...  Even if you'd been
white, it wouldn't necessarily have gone over well.  How do you guys feel
about your mama getting poked by white guys?"

        Both of the Carter boys went poker-faced.  In a moment, Terence
huffed, "Yah, I get it."

        "Now," Rick continued, "Imagine you have this hot, black girlfriend
that the new hasn't worn off of yet.  Imagine you fucked up something, big
time, and I told you that it was payback time -- and that for payback, your
hot new girlfriend was gonna have to bend over and take it up the ass -- and
you haven't even been in there yet!"

        "What if he decides he don't owe me shit?" Terence asked.

        Toby took this.  "In the first place, you won't let him get away
with that, and he knows it.  And in the second place, like I said, he has a
thing about what is right and fair -- and he knows he fucked up.  So it's
two against one -- and one of the two is Lon himself, anyway."

        "We'll see..."  There was a noise behind him and Terence turned to
see Sally and Lon approaching, Sally leading, holding hands.  Sally was
still in her towel.  "Well?" he said gruffly, as they entered the room.

        "Sally convinced me," Lon replied, equally tightly.  "I'm not happy
about it -- but I'm not supposed to be, am I?"

        Terence flashed a glance at Toby, who returned it with 'I told you
so' appended to his expression.  "You're right about that.  When?  Where?"

        "No time like the present, I guess," Lon grunted.

        Sally looked up at Terence, who shrugged.  "Okay, then," she said,
"I'll just go get cleaned out..."

        "I wanna be in on that," Terence announced.

        "What?"  Lon was lost.

        Toby held up a hand.  "Sally was talking about taking an enema.
Terence wants to be involved with it."

        "Hey, I don't..." Lon objected.

        "You know, you two got this master - slut thing goin'," Damian
interjected.  "An enema is one of them things that women seem to hate, but
be fascinated by.  When you think about it, it's a pretty good punishment --
it's embarrassing and humiliating and can be pretty damned uncomfortable,
not to mention messy -- and it doesn't leave any marks..."

        "Damian's right," Toby interjected.  "Why don't you both assist her?
Terence learned from Ma, so he knows what he's doing.  You can pump one of
those big red bags full of water into her, and make her hold it for, like,
fifteen minutes, and watch her sweat."

        "Thanks a lot, Toby!" Sally said, exasperated.

        "Hey, it's male bonding..." Toby grinned.

        Terence and Lon gazed at one another for a moment.  Lon pulled a
face.  "Okay by me," Terence grunted.

        Lon nodded.  "Me, too, I guess.  Toby injected a little fun for me
into it."  He grinned maliciously at Sally, then turned to Terence.  "This
isn't gonna be some big public display thing, is it?  You fucking Sally?"

        Terence shook his head.  "Nope.  It's you and me and Sally.  You
don't hafta be there, but I figure you want to.  Maybe somebody else ought
to be around in case you decide at the last minute that you can't handle it
-- but they don't have to be in the room, just available if I yell."

        Lon chewed this over.  "Okay.  Anything else?"

        "Not that I can think of.  Oh, hold it.  Rubbers.  You did Pa
bareback..."

        That set Lon back for a moment.  "Yeah."  He thought for a bit.
"Have you been with anyone outside the group?"

        "Nope."

        "Okay."  Lon waved Sally forward.  "Let's go."

        Five minutes later, Beth's bathroom was packed, and warm water was
running from Beth's big red enema bag -- which Terence was holding on high
-- down the long white rubberized tube to the tip that Lon had inserted in
Sally's cringing anus and on into her colon as she bent over the side of the
bathtub.  'Why on Earth did I even mention an enema?' she wondered.  'Boy,
did I fuck up...'

        "How's it going, Honey?" Lon asked, rubbing Sally's ass.

        "Oh, fine, fine..." the strain in her voice belied the words.  Lon
and Terence both chuckled -- then glanced at each other and chuckled again.
"Bonding..." Lon murmured, and they chuckled yet again.

        "Very funny," Sally mumbled weakly.  She was cramping already.

        "Jus' about halfway, I think," Terence announced.

        Sally moaned.  She was already feeling full...  The water might be
warm, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it advancing through her
intestines.

        "Nice ass," Terence remarked.

        "I think so," Lon nodded.

        "I could squeeze the bag..." Terence offered.

        "Hmmm," Lon murmured.

        "Nooo!" Sally wailed.  Both males chuckled again.

        Finally, Terence said, "I think that's it."

        "Okay, Lon nodded and reached for the tip, but Terence forestalled
him with a hand on his forearm, grinning.  "I could add some more..."

        "Yeah?"  Lon grinned back.

        "Guys!  PLEASE!!" Sally wailed.  "No more!  I know you're having a
good time, but..."  She felt like someone had inserted a basketball in her
lower belly, for God's sake!  And the cramps...  Awful!

        "Oh, all right," Lon pretended to be grumpy.  He pulled out the tip.
"Raise up."

        Standing wasn't fun; water moved here and there and there seemed to
be more of it than her poor intestines could contain without being painfully
over-inflated.  "Ooooh!"  Sally grabbed Lon's hand while Terence put the bag
in the sink.  "It hurts!  How long..."

        "Fifteen minutes, wasn't it?" Lon glanced at Terence for
confirmation.

        "From when?"

        "Why, now, of course!"  Lon's expression said, 'Isn't that obvious?'
Terence snorted in the background.

        "But, Sweetheart!" Sally wailed.

        Terence chuckled again.  "You're lucky Damian ain't in here!"

        For the next fifteen minutes, Lon and Terence took turns finding
ways to make Sally miserable.  The cramping from the water in her bowels was
bad enough, but they added to it by making her change positions, rubbing and
patting her bloated belly and anything else they could think of.  She stood
up, she lay down, she did leg-lifts, she sat, she returned to her position
bent over the tub -- all in an effort to get the water pumped into her to
wander through her guts, finding new ways to make her uncomfortable.

        Finally, Terence grunted, "We better let her let go, Man, before she
just loses it."

        "Okay," Lon nodded and helped Sally get up from where they had been
trying to get her to sit tailor-fashion on the floor.  Sally breathed a sigh
of relief as she settled onto the toilet -- and then the sounds and smells
began...

        It was embarrassing.  It was humiliating.  And the guys just kept it
up, throwing open the windows and making comments and pretending
periodically to be overcome by the smell.  Terence threw open the door and
went out into the hallway, playing to the crowd in the kitchen who,
thankfully, couldn't see her.  Sally tried to be mad, but the relief was too
great, and besides, they WERE funny, even if it WAS at her expense.
Besides, it wasn't in her role to be allowed to get too angry.

        Finally, she glanced up and announced diffidently, "I think I'm
done."

        "Okay," Terence directed.  "Get up and bend over the tub edge
again."

        "Why?" Sally asked nervously.

        "Round Two, of course!" Terence chuckled.

        "Oh, no!"

        But Terence was chuckling and wetting a washrag with warm water.
"Toilet paper don't cut it," he related.

        He was right; Sally knew that she wasn't clean down there.  "You, or
me?" he asked Lon, holding out the washrag.

        "I can do it," Sally volunteered.

        "No you can't, Terence retorted.  "You can't see what you're doing."

        Meanwhile, Lon thought about it.  "Me, I guess."  He knelt behind
Sally and began wiping the streaks of brownish water from her ass.

        Terence watched over Lon's shoulder.  "You got good taste, Man," he
remarked.  "Sally's a stone fox, especially naked."

        "Thanks," Lon muttered, turning.

        Terence divined that the washrag needed a rinse and plucked it from
his hand and took it to the sink.  There was silence while Terence rinsed
the rag and handed it back to Lon, who continued his efforts.  When Lon
looked up, Terence pointed at Sally's pussy and said, "I'd wash that, too."
Lon nodded and proceeded to get very personal with the washrag, running it
between Sally's labia and detailing her pussy while Terence watched.  Sally
suffered the humiliation quietly, only emitting the occasional soft grunt
when Lon worked sensitive areas.

        Finally, Lon handed off the washrag, "Guess we're done."  He helped
Sally up while Terence once again rinsed the rag and wrung it out, then they
all exited the bathroom to a series of hoots and catcalls.

        Teela was still in her towels, cuddled on Rick's lap; the coverage
wasn't any too good, probably largely due to Rick's hand fondling her left
breast.  Toby and Damian were sitting across the table, talking to each
other and the couple and sipping sodas.  "I laid out some stuff in Ma's
room," Toby announced.

        "Thanks."  Lon had a thought.  "You aren't planning on videoing this
or anything?"

        "Damian will keep an eye on me," Toby answered.

        Damian nodded, leaning over to scratch Dirk's ears.  "You guys go
take care of business.  We're all fine here.  Yell if you need anything."

        Once in Beth's bedroom, the trio took stock; the bed wasn't made,
but Toby had pulled the blankets up and thrown an old spread over it.  He'd
also laid out some lubricant, rubbers, and a couple of towels.  Terence
patted Sally on the ass, "Climb up on the bed."  He turned to Lon, "Remind
me how this covers shit."

        Lon realized what was going on; they'd been having a lot of fun in
the bathroom -- now it was time to change moods.  "I don't like it," he
replied simply.  "I particularly don't like it that you're taking a cherry."

        "Guess that'll do," Terence nodded, pulling off his shirt.  He
looked up from undoing his belt, "You got a thing about black dudes?"

        Lon grimaced.  "Maybe.  I try to avoid it, but this...  It's just
too personal."

        "Are we overdoin' it?" Terence asked.

        Lon sighed.  "No.  I'll get over it."

        Terence, now naked, was lubing his cock -- which was already hard.
"You don't hafta watch, Man.  I'm not here to hurt Sally; shit, we put her
through enough in the bathroom!" he chuckled.  Sally, kneeling on the bed,
watched them both over her shoulder, poker-faced.

        Lon pushed his hair back from his eyes and squared his shoulders.
"I need to be here."

        "Okay, then."  Terence moved to stand behind Sally.  "Want some
fingers first?"

        "Um, yes, please?" Sally questioned Lon with her eyes.  Lon nodded.

        "Okay."  Terence's fingers were gooey, anyway; that made it easier.
He teased her ring for just a second, then pressed in to the first knuckle.
Sally grunted.  "How about some clit work?" Terence asked -- but he was
asking Lon, not Sally.  Lon looked thoughtful.  "Or you can do it," Terence
offered.  Lon looked even more thoughtful.

        "I don't know if I should be... helping..." Lon said finally.

        Terence pursed his lips.  "Is it sorta like bending over and saying,
'fuck me' or something?" he asked.  "You're helping her, you know, not me.
I'm gonna get mine.  This isn't about her fucking around on you, either --
it's about her taking shit for you.  I'd be..."

        "Yeah, yeah.  Sorry, my head wasn't in the right place."  Lon
crawled up on Sally's right and slid his hand under her to get to her mound.
It didn't take long to find her clit.  "How's that, Hon?"

        "Uhhh, nice!" Sally groaned.  It certainly helped make the finger
probing her ass bearable!

        Lon kept at it.  Terence dribbled a little more lube along the crack
of Sally's ass and pressed the first finger in deep.  When it was possible
to move one finger in and out effectively, he started working on two.  By
this time Sally was moaning softly and shifting back and forth a bit,
obviously enjoying Lon's fingers masturbating her.  When two fingers were
moving fairly well, Terence grunted, "Okay, it's time to get this show on
the road!"  Knowing how quickly Sally was likely to lock up her sphincter,
he left his fingers in her while dribbling more lube on his dick, one-
handed, and spreading it around.  Only when his spear was nosing against the
fingers holding her open did he remove them, then quickly press forward.

        The critical piece of Lon's punishment took place right in front of
his eyes, in so little time that he could barely flinch; Terence's glans
arrowed forward, forcing open Sally's brownish-pink bud and lodging itself
in her rectum.  Sally gave a little gasping whine and Terence stopped to let
her get used to the invader in her ass -- but she was no longer cherry back
there, no matter what.  In a moment, Sally began to relax some, and Terence
started sawing back and forth, moving to get the pleasure he was due from
the episode.

        Lon had a front row seat to what Terence was doing; his position
beside Sally facing her ass meant that he couldn't help but watch as
Terence's thick black cock plundered Sally's ass.  He could see every little
push and pull on her cringing anus as Terence slid in and out of her.  Yeah,
it galled, all right.  It felt like Terence was poking HIM in the guts --
but not via his asshole, at least.  He turned his head away, pretending to
check on how Sally was taking it.  "Are you okay, Hon?"

        Sally turned her head so she could see her boyfriend; the look on
her face could be best described as distracted.  Her ass had something HUGE
in it -- looking beyond Lon, it became apparent that despite what the nerves
in her ass were telling her, Terence's hands were on her hips and the object
going in and out of her tortured anus was only a couple of inches in
diameter.  No, Terence WASN'T fisting her.  Having seen that, she settled
down some.  Glancing up at Lon, she replied, "Y-yes.  It's... hard, but..."
She really couldn't describe the sensations that Terence's cock was
generating.

        Terence got thoughtful.  "Dude, you might want to back off on that.
I was just thinkin' -- if Sally gets off on this, it's gonna be worse,
right?  And maybe harder for, you know, you guys to deal with..."

        Lon pursed his lips and his hand stopped while he thought about it.
He chewed his cheek for a bit while he worked out an answer.  "Your Pa
enjoyed it, at the end," he announced, enjoying the flinch he got from
Terence.  "Besides, there are things going on with Sally and I that aren't
the usual thing.  Occasionally, she expects me to act in certain ways --
this might even make that easier."  His hand started up again, rubbing
Sally's clit and labia.  "In fact, I think I'd prefer it if she got off."

        "I don't think I understand, Man."

        "Damian would," Lon replied.  "You get yours.  If possible, I'm
gonna see to it that she gets hers, too."

        Terence shrugged.  "Okay."  It was Lon's funeral -- or maybe
Sally's, poor bitch.  Maybe she'd just talked herself into a break-up.  That
brought a second idea -- maybe she might fall back on him, if he played his
cards right...  No, that would fuck things up, big time -- but it was a
pleasant fantasy.  Given the fact that he wasn't really enjoying the whole
'Screw Lon' scenario, maybe he'd just get into that...

        Sally didn't know WHAT to think!  Terence wasn't tearing up her
asshole, for which she was grateful.  Lon's fingers on her clit made things
pretty nice, actually.  But the boys' conversation had her worried.  The
default choice seemed to be to enjoy it, but she saw the dangers there -- on
the other hand, it was Lon's fingers working to excite her...
"Sweetheart..."

        "Shut up and fuck the man, Honey," Lon cut her off.  "I'm getting a
cramp."

        Terence blinked.  "We could roll her over."

        "What?"

        "I can get in the back door with her on her back," Terence grunted.
"That oughta make it easier for you to reach shit."

        Lon thought for about a half-second.  "I like it.  Let's do it."
Terence backed out of Sally's ass.  "Roll over, Honey, and grab your knees
so Terence can get back in."

        Sally did as she was told.  While she was rearranging herself,
Terence had another idea.  "Since we're past the worst of this, mebbe you
want to get some, too?  You can shuck down and maybe get her to lick your
balls or something..."

        Lon eyed Sally, who returned his gaze anxiously, even while Terence
punched back through her anal ring -- he could see the flinch.  Obviously,
she was scared to death that this had backfired on her -- and oddly, it
tickled him to feed the flames.  He couldn't describe why, and he understood
as well as she did that it would put them on shaky ground -- but he was
going to do it.  Quickly shucking out of his clothing, he crawled back up on
the bed and came up beside her head.  "Open your mouth," he directed.

        Sally did so, but she was fearful of the look on his face.  He was
up to something -- and his head wasn't where it was supposed to be.  He was
SUPPOSED to be grateful to her for taking Terence's punishment for him --
but this was something else...  Still, she knew what she was supposed to do;
she took in the head of his already rigid cock and sucked and licked, giving
him pleasure -- and herself some comfort, too, in the process.

        Meanwhile, Lon stuck his right hand in her crotch and started
punishing sensations from her clitoris and put his left on her left breast,
squeezing and twisting and pulling at her nipple.  Her ass, now more or less
used to Terence's cock, quit complaining about it and passed the underlying
sensations of his passage into and out of her colon.  Things were starting
to heat up.  Suckling Lon's glans allowed her to clear her mind of her
underlying worries, which removed their retarding effect on the fires that
Lon's hands and Terence's cock were building in her.  After a bit, she
started to grunt and moan and shift her ass, reacting to the onslaught; both
males recognized this as success, and continued what they were doing,
enjoying the feedback.

        Terence was playing his fantasy, something made easier by the new
position.  He pretended in his mind that he was in control of things,
generously allowing Lon to fuck his woman's mouth while he took his pleasure
in her.  In some ways, this could have been the perfect situation -- Sally's
good pussy and ass and Lon's sweet-looking cock -- so the whole thing
evolved in Terence's imagination to a bisexual scene in which he was going
to get it all -- not that he allowed any of this to show on his face.

        Lon was headed a different direction.  It had really started while
they were teasing the shit out of Sally during the enema; he got a real
charge out of heaping humiliation and discomfort on her -- and an even
bigger charge out of her acceptance.  Now, Terence was abusing her ass and
Lon was fully committed to the idea of having her humiliate herself by
enjoying it.  The fact that Terence was black only added to it, given Lon's
prejudices.  He drew a charge from the situation that was half sadism and
half masochism as he watched Sally's responses grow more and more powerful.

        Sally slowly spiraled up the path to her peak, driven by Lon's
fingers and Terence's cock.  Once released to enjoy herself, there was no
chance that she wasn't going to make it, short of Terence finishing in her
and withdrawing, and, truth be told, her ass had loosened to the point that
it wasn't providing a perfect sheath for Terence's cock, so he was in no
immediate danger of blowing a nut in her.  Soon she was becoming flushed and
her grunts and moans around Lon's cock began to take on the urgency of her
final ascent.

        Lon chose this moment to change tactics, pulling his cock from her
mouth and changing positions so that his lips were at her ear.  "That's it,
Honey," he taunted her in a whisper that Terence couldn't hear, "Show me
what a complete slut you are and cum on that nasty black cock.  Show me how
much you love having nigger dick in your ass.  You're never going to come
out from under this, even if I make you fuck the whole football team.
You're a nigger dick-loving slut, and you're mine because only I will put up
with your slutty ways -- and you'll do whatever I tell you to, because if
you don't, I'm gone...  Now cum!"  With that, Lon ground her left nipple
between his fingers harshly and stuck his tongue in her ear.

        Lon's words had penetrated Sally's whole being at a moment when she
was totally vulnerable -- and she went into a total masochistic fugue.
Thoroughly primed, both physically and mentally, Lon's command and the
accompanying mix of pain and pleasure shot her right over the edge; she
screamed lustily and squirted a flood onto Terence's pubes as the whole
world shuddered and pulsed and shock waves of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and
humiliation flooded her.  Her anus pulsed and clutched at Terence's cock,
and Terence got a renewed charge from the pulsations -- not enough to get
him off, but enough to increase his pleasure significantly.

        Lon got something that he'd never thought to experience.  If asked
to describe it, the only thing he might think to call it would be a 'power
orgasm'.  He didn't actually shoot, but his cock was rock hard and pleasure
poured over him.  It was amazing -- and it fueled a thirst for more...

        Terence only had a vague idea what Lon had said, but the look on his
face spoke volumes.  Obviously, he was taunting her; Terence remembered that
expression from the video of Lon and Toby and Pa -- and the kind of things
Lon had said while it was on his face.  Sally seemed to like it, though,
so...  He was soaked around the cock and balls from Sally squirting on his
pubes when she came, which was actually a lot more lubrication than he
currently needed.  When Sally settled down, Terence started having a hard
time getting any friction from her ass at all...

        Lon, still down beside Sally in a position where looking up at
Terence was easy, detected the fact that Terence had an issue.  "What's
wrong?"

        "She's, uh, loosened up, some," Terence muttered diffidently.

        "Well, THAT ain't cutting it!" Lon announced, and turning back to
Sally, resumed whispering in her ear.  "You'd better tighten up that ass!
That's your job, Slut, squeezing the cum out of big black cocks with that
dirty asshole of yours.  You better get to work and make Terence happy, or
you won't ever get any more nigger dick in your nasty ass -- he'll tell all
the other niggers, and you'll be left out.  You better get his cum, or I'm
gonna fix it so you can't even suck white dick, either..."

        Sally absorbed this mix of orders and threats while floating in the
afterglow of an orgasm the likes of which she'd never experienced; while she
had perhaps had better, physically, the layer of masochistic humiliation
that had iced it had fulfilled a craving in her.  Now, her Master was making
demands of her -- for Lon was now her Master, not just a pretender -- and
there was no thought of denying him.  Obediently, she began clamping down on
Terence's cock.

        Lon could see her stomach muscles tighten; he looked up at Terence.
"Better?"

        "Yah."  Terence started getting really into it almost immediately.
Sally didn't just tighten her ass, she started pulsing it...

        "Good."  Lon changed positions, manhandled Sally's head into place,
and started face-fucking her.  "Get your nut.  She's had hers -- now we get
ours."

        Sally wasn't done, though.  Clamping on Terence just shifted her
attention to his cock in her bowels -- and she'd cum like that once,
already.  Lon's cock sawing in and out of her mouth looked a lot more brutal
than it was, and if she choked some, so what?  She was in a place where
every little discomfort and humiliation was a new pleasure device...  Lon
cupped her head with one hand and twisted a nipple with the other and Sally
felt a new bubble growing inside her.

        Lon was out of control.  A new idea popped into his head and he
straddled Sally's face, instructing her, full-voice, "Lick my balls, Slut!
Do a good job, or else!  And he began mauling her nipples with both hands...

        Sally went to work on them as if they were a delicacy of some sort,
licking and sucking his sweat and secretions -- and the bubble of joy
continued to swell...

        Lon slid forward a bit and commanded, "Lick my ass, Slut!  Stick
your tongue in there!  Let me feel it!"  And he started jacking himself.

        At that point, things got totally out of hand.  Sally had Terence
approaching his orgasm, and he was still playing that scene in his mind --
the one that matched -- yet didn't match -- what was happening.  Lon was
jacking his cock right there in front of his face...

        Lon glanced up at Terence in triumph -- Sally's tongue was root-deep
in his rectum and it felt pretty good, plunging in and out -- and detected
the look on Terence's face.  Terence's eyes were glassy -- and even bulging,
slightly -- and they were focused on Lon's cock...  Another shockwave of
lust and power rolled over Lon as he recognized that his power now extended
beyond just Sally...  "Go ahead," he hissed, leaning forward to whisper in
Terence's ear.  "Touch it.  You know you want to..."  He backed off,
wriggling his cock a bit so it wobbled back and forth -- and watched
Terence's glazed eyes track it.  "Go on..."

        Terence, gasping, slowly reached out.  Lon didn't know what was
better, the feel of his hand, or the acknowledgement of his power over the
big black.  This was worth Sally's ass -- he OWNED the sonofabitch!
"Yessss, that's it!  Jack me!  Give me a nut!"

        Sally heard this, but it wasn't worth it to try to get it to make
any sense.  Master's tone was clear, he was announcing his pleasure.  And it
was her job to keep it coming...  She redoubled her efforts, fucking his
asshole with her tongue.  It had been less than clean, at the start, but
that was okay -- besides, it clean now...

        Terence was having trouble holding his position and pace, one-
handed, but the hot dick in his hand wasn't something he would willingly
release.  It was hot and soft and hard...  He ran his thumb along the
underside of the head, watching Lon's face -- which held pleasure, as well
as that odd expression...

        Lon sensed that Terence was having trouble -- and why -- and he
didn't want Terence getting too wrapped up in thought, so he reached out and
braced the big black at his shoulders.  Terence blinked vacantly for a
moment, realized that he was supported, and resumed stroking Sally's ass --
picking up the pace a bit -- while his hand, freed, worked Lon's hot dick.

        Sally experienced the momentary slacking off and redoubled her
efforts to squeeze Terence's cock with her anal ring, worried that she was
going to fail -- but then he took off again, faster, and her rise to her
second orgasm resumed as she sensed success...

        This was good for Lon, but it wasn't enough.  From a purely physical
standpoint, being jacked off was better than doing it yourself, but a blow
job was better by an order of magnitude.  And the other half of Lon -- evil
Lon, or whatever -- wanted the whole enchilada...  Saying something was out
-- he knew that -- it was almost impossible that he wouldn't say something
to wreck things -- so he merely reached up and caught the back of Terence's
head, pulling him forward, gently.

        Terence didn't fight.  He shifted one wondering glance to Lon's eyes
and adjusted himself, letting go of Lon's cock so he could brace on his
hands.  A moment later, Lon felt his thick lips wrap around his cock and
another shockwave raced through him.

        Terence shifted to a mode where he was deep in Sally's ass and
suckling Lon's glans, then backed out of Sally to the point that her anal
ring held his glans and his mouth absorbed Lon's shaft.  He was three
strokes into the pattern when he presented Lon with the discovery that he
was capable of deep-throat.

        In the meantime, Terence's shift in position presented Sally with
new and powerful sensations.  Lon had withdrawn his hand when he began
bracing Terence, and Sally, while she had missed the stimulation, had
soldiered on, too far along to totally lose out.  Now, though, Terence was
bashing against the plane of her pussy on the in-stroke.  Lon's ass was
flexing and puckering, too, telling her that he was going wild with what she
was doing; he was moaning and groaning and so was Terence.  Sally's bubble
of joy went from merely expanding to an eruption, sizing up until it was too
big to hold in, then bursting...  She screamed into Lon's ass as the
fireworks display took her away.

        Sally's ass went nuts, and she splashed Terence again with her
secretions -- but the extra lubrication wasn't going to have time to ruin
things, because her clutching anal ring, combined with Terence's fantasy
turning to reality, set the big black off!  His cock went rock-hard in
Sally's back-channel and started spurting, dumping seed into her colon.
Sally, feeling the scalding seed pulse into her let out another wail and
surged up, forcing her tongue as deep into Lon's ass as she could get it --
which, combined with Terence's attempt to swallow Lon's cock completely, set
off Lon's detonation!  Lon held Terence's head to his crotch while glob
after glob of his semen went right down the big black's throat, grunting,
unable to speak from the insane sensations of his physical orgasm and his
mastery over both Sally and Terence.

        Lon let up on Terence and prepared to spurn him -- but Terence,
caught up in his fantasy, suckled him and cleaned him -- which fed Lon's
feelings of control.  Lon rose up to get away from Sally's tongue -- which
let Sally see for the first time what else had been going on above her.
Amazed, she said nothing while Terence suckled Lon's deflating cock.

        The sensations became too intense for Lon, so he pressed back on
Terence's shoulder and climbed off the bed.  The temptation to say something
really scathing that would put both Terence and Sally in their place was
almost overpowering, but Lon realized that if he did that, there would be
more trouble.  He would let Terence think that the whole thing was over, for
now...

        Terence backed his shrunken cock out of Sally, picking up a towel
and wiping it.  "Thank you, Sally," he murmured.  "Thank you, Lon."  Both of
them just nodded; neither of them trusted themselves to speak, for differing
reasons.  Terence threw the towel around his hips, gathered his clothing,
and headed for the bathroom.  The pair of them watched him go out, closing
the door behind him.

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