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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 7 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: mf oral M-dom exhib voy beast

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 7

        "Master!  Master, WAIT!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!"  Sally ran after the car and
almost caught it as Lon stopped reversing at the dirt road and headed off
down it -- but flip-flops weren't up to broken ground and she didn't kick
them off in time.  Sally fell to her knees, a fine cocktail of shock,
embarrassment, humiliation, fear, anguish and betrayal overcoming her.  Lon
had LEFT her in the middle of NOWHERE in a skirt and flip-flops!!!  Tears
poured as she watched his car kick up dust on it's way out of sight down the
dirt road.

        Sally lost it for a good fifteen minutes, wailing out her fear and
loneliness and betrayal on her knees, before the lowering sun brought home
to her the fact that it would be dark soon.  She cast about for her flip-
flops, and, still bawling, trudged off down the dirt lane.

        It took her almost ten minutes to top the little rise that hid Lon's
car from her.  "Omigawd, omigawd, omigawd!" she wailed, staggering forward
as fast as she could in her tear-blinded state.  When she got to where he
was leaning against the car watching her cautiously, she skinned both knees
going to them and grabbing him around the legs -- and it was another five
minutes before he could understand anything she was blubbering!

        When her responses were decipherable, Lon asked carefully, "Did you
call anyone to come pick you up?"

        "N-no, M-master -- you had my purse!"

        "No I didn't -- I tossed it out before I left."

        "Y-you did?  I-I didn't..."

        Lon shook his head, teetering between relief that the mistake he'd
made wouldn't come back to haunt him and exasperation that Sally was such an
idiot.  Ah, well...  "Stand up."  Sally did so.  "Take off your skirt."

        Sally froze.  'Oh, no!' was written clearly on her face.

        Lon rasped, "Either you trust me, or I'll give you DAMNED good
reason NOT to!"

        Sally's eyes bugged and she got out of the skirt so fast that you'd
have thought it was on fire!

        "Get in the car," Lon directed, getting in himself.  By the time he
was seated, she was belted in, despite having to circle the car to get in.
Lon shook his head and started slowly backing the car.

        It took several minutes to get back to the clearing with Lon making
the trip in reverse; when he got there, he pointed at some underbrush.  "I
think it's over there."

        Sally got tentatively out of the car and minced over to the area,
spending more time looking behind her than for her purse.  Lon let it go on
for a moment, then said, "If you look back at me one more time before you
have that purse in your hand, I AM leaving!"  Sally suddenly found renewed
interest in the ground and the bushes and got serious about digging around
in the dying light.

        Once her attention was properly focused, the purse surfaced quickly.
"I found it, Master!" she yelled.

        "Make sure nothing fell out," Lon directed, "I don't want to have to
come back here -- unless you've seen a nice anthill for me to stake you out
over..."

        "Master?"  The quiver in Sally's voice caused Lon to nearly hurt
himself, laughing.

        Once they were out on the highway, Lon ordered Sally, "Call your mom
and tell her you're staying the night."

        "What if..."

        "Tell her, don't ask her.  I don't want you going home looking like
a snot-monster.  We'll clean you up at home and wash your skirt and stuff,"
Lon insisted.

        "Yes, Master."  Sally got on the phone.  "Mom?  I need to spend the
night at Lon's."

        "Whatever for, Dear?" Eleanor wanted to know.

        "Because I do," Sally replied.  "We've... come some distance, but it
wasn't, umm, without cost.  I need to be with Lon."

        "You mean you need to have sex with him," Eleanor disapproved.

        "I hope to," Sally replied, "but I'll settle for a lot less right
now."

        That took the wind from Eleanor's sails.  "It's that bad, whatever
you did?"

        "It depends, I guess.  Mom, let's quit pretending this is the first
time, okay?  I need to do this.  You got your say earlier -- and believe me,
it didn't help any."

        "Your father won't like it."

        "Tell him I'm at Teela's, then," Sally retorted.

        "I won't lie for you."

        "Good.  That way I don't have to, either."

        "Young Lady..." Eleanor clouded up.

        "Mom, you can rant and rave, or tell Dad, or threaten this or that
-- and it doesn't matter.  I'll see you in the morning.  This is too
important." Sally said firmly.

        For the second time at least in the last few weeks, Eleanor realized
that her little girl was growing up and there was nothing she could do to
stop it.  "If he hurts you..."

        Sally sighed heavily.  "I'll have earned it.  Good night, Mom."

        "Good night, Dear."  There was really nothing left to say...

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        They got to Lon's without further incident.  No one noticed that she
was naked in the car -- or even out of the car when she collected her
clothing and walked behind Lon to his door and waited nervously while he
unlocked and opened it.  Candace had left a note telling Lon that she had
decided to go out -- for the first time in weeks -- so they had the place to
themselves.  Lon laid off, halting his active abuse of Sally; she did as she
was told, happily showering and laundering her clothing and his and curling
up next to him with her head on his lap while he watched television.  Later,
in his bed, she lay with her head in his lap and his cock in her mouth -- if
she got splayed teeth from sucking him, she would go to an orthodontist, she
swore to herself.  It was worth it...

        Candace got home about three a.m. with some guy who looked to be
between twenty-five and thirty when Lon and Sally saw him in the morning.
Lon had no idea how the sex went, but when he and Sally came downstairs to
get breakfast -- Sally still naked -- the guy started drooling and Candace
read him the Riot Act and put him on the street in no time.  When she came
back, huffy, ranting, "What's all this?" Lon retorted that Sally was dressed
the way he told her to be and "If you can't compete, it isn't my problem."

        "She's naked, Hon.  Is that appropriate?" Candace asked.

        "She's my slave -- and slaves don't wear clothes, do you, slut?" Lon
replied.

        "No, Master," Sally responded.

        "Besides, her shit's in the dryer," Lon finished.

        "Oh," Candace said shortly.  "Slave?"

        "Slave," Lon affirmed.

        Candace shifted her gaze to Sally.  "Are you sure you want to play
that game?  Things get rough, quick."

        "It's not a game," Sally replied soberly.  "It's what I must do to
be happy."

        Candace looked away, unconvinced.  "Yeah."  'Kids.  Playing at being
Dominants and submissives,' she thought.  "There is really too much of that
going around, I think.  What about normal relationships?"

        "Gee, I dunno," Lon replied.  "What about 'em?  How was that dude
last night?"

        Candace grimaced.  The answer was 'poor,' actually, compared to,
say, Damian, or Rick, or Terence, or Toby -- and saying THAT would undercut
her position.  "Well, it was closing time..."

        "So, not that great?"

        "Well, it was only one guy..." Candace temporized.

        "Mama, I've seen you go through whole bars worth of guys," Lon
pointed out.  "Most of 'em do one date..."

        "Well..."

        "Mama, why can't you admit that what you're getting in bars isn't
what you're looking for?" Lon pressed.  "Face it -- you can't pick a decent
guy out of a line up!"

        "Okay, maybe," Candace admitted.  "But what's that got to do with
you?"

        Lon shrugged.  "How can you be certain we're fucking up?"

        "Because you're standing there referring to your girlfriend as slut,
for God's sake!" Candace ranted.  "Is that nice?"

        "It's an honest assessment," Sally pointed out.

        "What?"  Candace was taken aback.

        "What would you call a girl who has sex with dogs and black guys --
the same day?" Sally replied.  "Not to mention Toby..."  She looked away.
"I've got stuff to live down.  If Lon wants to remind me of that -- if
that's the price I have to pay for him to keep me..."  She shrugged.

        "Well, I missed out on dogs, maybe, but I've definitely done my
share of black guys -- AND Toby AND Rick!" Candace retorted.  "Does that
make me a slut?"

        Sally apparently couldn't decide -- and Lon was grinning.  "I dunno,
Mama -- what do you think?"

        Candace puffed out a sigh.  "I think I was already."

        Lon sank the needle.  "What do you think has been your most
successful relationship lately?"

        Candace didn't need a map to see where Lon was headed.  "Dammit,
Honey!  Just because those two have found some way to take advantage of
me..."

        Lon shook his head.  "I really, really don't think you should be
preaching to me about 'normal'..."

        "Fine!" Candace rasped.  "Will SOMEBODY PLEASE start the coffee
pot?"

        Sally did.

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        Damian went to Toby's that morning to help him pack up Dirk and take
him home to Rain Man.  While they were loading him into the crate, Damian
grunted, "Dirk's fucking somebody -- and I'd sure as shit like to know who!"

        Toby nodded.  "How well do you know Rain Man?"

        "It's a nod, mostly.  He's in your grade, with Big Bro.  I think my
Pa knew his, but he's gone..."  Damian shrugged; that kind of thing happened
all the time.  "His mama works a couple of jobs, I think, to get by.  He's
got a pretty hot-looking sister named Alyssa..."

        "Do you hang out at his place?"

        Damian shrugged.  "Occasionally.  It's off and on.  Rain Man likes
to hide in his attic and play his guitar.  We'd go up sometimes and hang out
there and look at fuck books and drink beer we copped from the fridge."

        "So who do you think is fucking Dirk?" Toby asked.

        "Well, Alyssa, probably.  But she's probably a lezzie -- she's
always got a couple of girlfriends over there.  Rain Man complains all the
time, 'cause he's sure they're licking each other and his balls are turning
blue."  Damian grinned.  "Maybe his mama, too, for that matter."

        "Would Rain Man stoop to a little blackmail to get laid?" Toby asked
carefully.

        Damian eyed Toby.  "Probably.  What you got cookin'?"

        Toby shrugged.  "Let's say Alyssa is fucking Dirk.  Maybe her
girlfriends are, too.  Let's say we had pictures -- or video..."

        "That'd be tasty..." Damian smacked his lips.

        "You want Alyssa, I bet," Toby continued.  "What would Rain Man say
to that?"

        "He might let it slide, if he was getting his own pussy out of it,"
Damian guessed.  "We need Big Bro for this, though -- Rain Man is his friend
more than mine."

        Toby grimaced.  "Terence is touchy about these things."

        "He'll be fine.  What's the scam?" Damian wanted to know.

        "I've got those webcams I used to do the videos," Toby replied.  We
set them up in the attic, looking down on Alyssa's and her mama's rooms and
see what we get.  If it's good..."

        Damian pursed his lips.  "I dunno if Rain Man will go for it without
some kind of sure thing..."

        Toby shrugged.  "So we let him fuck Ma -- or Candace..."

        "Lemme call Big Bro."

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        Toby let Damian convince Terence; Damian knew all of his big
brother's hot buttons.  Ultimately, if he had to, Toby could always threaten
to expose Terence -- using video of Lon, if necessary -- but he really
didn't want to go there.  The videos of the group -- those generally known
about and those in his private collection -- really needed to stay under
wraps.  Besides, Toby had enough problems...  This was going to be Damian's
baby, ultimately.  He collected a couple of wireless webcams with a central
recorder -- not the ones he used to watch his mother's room -- and put them
in the van with Dirk and his clutter.  "Big Bro will meet us over at Rain
Man's," Damian grinned.  "He says he's pretty sure Rain Man will roll over,
if there is pussy in it for him.  Rain Man don't get shit."

        Everyone in the Hayes family turned out to see Dirk come home; Rain
Man was there, but so was Alyssa, who was one of those black chicks you see
sometimes with a good-sized bust and a bubble butt on a narrow frame that
makes them even more obvious -- and her mother, Adele, who was a somewhat
older and thicker version of the same thing, along with the younger sister,
Brianne, who looked to be maybe eleven.  Alyssa was noisy and bossy and
dismissive and antagonistic; Toby had seen her at school and stayed away;
Adele was quieter, but Toby could tell she was very controlling.  They were
also both very happy to see Dirk -- wet pussy happy, something immediately
evident to Toby through his unusual abilities.  "Next time, I'm watching
Dirk!" Alyssa announced.  "We ain't farming him out again!"  Toby gathered
that she'd said no this last time because she didn't want to clean up after
the dog -- but that selfishness had come back to haunt her.

        Rain Man was bubbling over about the music camp; Terence had no
problem getting them all invited inside and up to the attic, where the
conversation drifted from music toward the chicks at camp.  While Terence
and Rain Man talked about music and chicks, Damian sat back and asked Toby,
"Well?  What do you think?"

        "They both are," Toby said quietly.  "I can tell."

        "That thing of yours?" Damian asked.

        "Yeah.  Alyssa wouldn't watch Dirk because she's lazy -- but then
she had to do without, and she's kicking herself for it.  Rain Man's ma
missed it, too."  Toby grinned, "Dirk's gonna be real busy tonight."

        Damian had a thought.  "Do they know about each other?"

        Toby's eyes glazed over for almost five minutes, while he worked to
get something that neither female was actually thinking about.  Luckily,
they were BOTH thinking about Dirk...  Finally, he was certain.  "Adele
doesn't know about Alyssa," he reported.  "She thinks Alyssa is leaning
toward being a lesbian.  Alyssa discovered the whole thing through catching
Dirk and her mother, though."  He grinned, adding, "We might get a whole
harem from Alyssa's room."

        "Yeah?"

        "Yeah.  Dirk's making the rounds."  Toby chuckled.  "Alyssa isn't
admitting fucking Dirk to anyone, but he's given tongue rides to..." he
reached out again to Alyssa, "...probably six of her girlfriends."

        Meanwhile, Rain Man was describing some chick at music camp...  "She
had balloons so big she could barely get that French horn down low enough to
blow it!"

        Terence laughed.  "You need some pussy, Man -- it's all you ever
think about!"

        "Ain't none around here," Rain Man grumped.  "Sis is turning every
bitch in the neighborhood into a lez..."

        Terence flicked a glance at Damian and Toby, who both nodded.
"Maybe you don't have the proper tools, Man."

        "Like what?" Rain Man wanted to know.

        "Well, how many of Alyssa's girlfriends want everyone to know
they're licking pussy, do you figure?" Damian moved in to handle the
negotiation.

        "Fuck!  None, I bet!" Rain Man laughed.

        "So, if you caught 'em..." Damian prompted.

        "It'd be my word against theirs," Rain Man replied.

        "What if it wasn't?" Damian pressed.  "What if you had evidence?
Toby, here, is a fuckin' genius with electronics, computers, video
equipment..."

        "No shit?" Rain Man blinked, and seemed to go away for a minute.
"What's in it for you?" he asked Damian upon his return.

        "Alyssa."

        "Dude, I can't just cough up my sister!" Rain Man ranted.  "Besides,
she doesn't do dick."

        "If I can prove that she DOES do dick, will you step aside while I
get her to do mine?" Damian asked.

        "Fuck, might as well," Rain Man replied.  "But you're wasting your
time."  Rain Man was dead certain about it.  What he didn't realize was that
dick was dick -- and even doggy dick counted, the way the deal was made.
"This is probably not gonna happen, anyway.  In the end, you guys get a peep
show, and I get dick."

        Damian flicked a glance at Toby.  "Okay, how about this -- I'm gonna
GUARANTEE you get laid sometime in the next, say, seven days.  How's that?
Even if we don't catch one of Alyssa's girlfriends with a tongue in her
twat, I'll STILL see to it that you get pussy."

        "How the fuck you goin' to do THAT?" Rain Man wanted to know.

        "Because I have a line on a piece or two, that's how," Damian
replied.  "Don't I, dudes?"

        "Right," Rain Man laughed.  "You fuckers ain't getting pussy -- I
seen chicks cross the street to stay away from ya!"

        Damian grinned.  "Big Bro, when did you get laid last?"

        Terence thought about it.  "Tuesday, I guess, if that counts.  Mebbe
I need to call..."

        "TUESDAY?"  Rain Man was nonplussed.  "You got pussy on TUESDAY?"

        "I got laid," Terence confirmed, changing the wording somewhat so
that Sally's ass counted.

        "I got pussy Monday," Damian added, grinning.  "When did you get
laid last, Toby?"

        "Monday," Toby thought back.  "Yeah, Monday."  Funny, how it wasn't
as urgent any more...

        "Am I the ONLY muthafuckah in town who AIN'T getting laid?" Rain Man
howled.

        "Well, no, I'm sure there is some other poor unfortunate out
there..." Toby grinned.

        Rain Man glared at him, then turned to Damian.  "What do you want to
do?"

        "Toby has some little peephole webcams," Damian explained.  "We put
one up in Alyssa's room and one in your mama's..."

        "Mama's?" Rain Man blinked.  "Why Mama's?"

        "If we get anything, who's the most likely to step in and try to
stop us?" Toby replied.

        "Yeah, well, maybe -- but you won't catch Mama at shit..."
Nonetheless, Rain Man looked uncertain.

        "Hey, if we don't, we don't," Damian glossed it over.  "Better safe
than sorry."

        "Yah."  Rain Man's brain was almost on fire, he was thinking so
fast.  He was a little chubby, and had one of those innocent faces, and he
tended to sweat a lot when he got nervous -- bottom line, he'd never so much
as SMELLED pussy.  "Who are you guys fuckin'?  Anybody I know?"

        "Uh uh," Damian shook his head.  "You want to know that, you have to
buy in -- and you got zip right now.  It's all secret.  If we come up with
something, then you'll have your key to what's goin' down and we'll tell you
all about where you can get your dick wet -- but until then, nothin' doin'."

        "Okay, I'm in," Rain Man grunted.  "You better not be hookin' me up
with some old bitch."

        Damian laughed.  "What's old?  They say that chicks in their
thirties are in their prime, for fucking -- is that old?"

        Rain Man frowned.  "Dude..."

        "You're tellin' me that if a thirty-five year old woman with big
hooters came through that door and whipped off her panties and offered to
sit on your dick, you'd tell her no?" Damian asked.

        "Decent lookin'?" Rain Man hedged.

        Damian looked around at the others.  "Any of our bitches ain't
decent lookin'?"

        "Nope." Toby shook his head.

        "Fuck, no!" Terence agreed.

        "Fat?" Rain Man worried.

        Damian wrinkled his nose.  "They run from built like a toothpick to
a little bigger than your mama, I'd say..."  Toby and Terence nodded
agreement.  "Ages eighteen to somewhere short of forty -- but those of us
with the really young stuff ain't sharing a whole lot.  On the other hand,
you're gonna be bringing fresh meat with you, when we pull in Alyssa's
girlfriends.  Fresh, YOUNG meat..."

        "Yah."  Rain Man's heart was thudding in his chest and his cock was
an iron bar.  "Okay.  I'm gonna be pissed if you got shit like Georgia Brown
and you're pullin' my shit."  Georgia Brown lived a couple of doors down and
was, well, thoroughly unappetizing, due to weight, dentition, and other
factors.

        "Fuck!" Damian laughed.  "First nut you get, we'll probably have to
tie a string to ya to keep ya from floatin' off, your head will swell up so
big!"

        "Well, just so my head is all that's swollen.  Old bitches..."  Rain
Man was still worried.  "I just don't want nothin' huge, you know?
Something the size of -- shit, I dunno -- your mama, maybe -- that'd be
okay."  He eyed Damian sidelong.  It had come out on a couple of occasions
that Rain Man thought that Louise was hot.

        Damian chuckled and glanced at the other two.  "We got something
close to that, don't we?  Two or three, I think."  The others nodded,
grinning.  "Hey, how about a white bitch?"

        "A wh... wh... wh... REALLY?  FUCK!"  Rain Man's eyes showed whites
all around.  "You're shittin' me!"

        "Don't think so," Damian teased.  "Last I had was white.  What about
you, Big Bro?"

        "Yah.  Last I had was white, too," Terence agreed.

        "I got some black last weekend..." Toby muttered -- but he got a
look and promptly shut up.

        Rain Man's hands were shaking.  "What do I got to do?"

        "Toby will bring in some equipment," Damian explained.  "We're gonna
need to be able to get into your sister's and your mama's rooms for a little
bit, I think..."  He looked to Toby for confirmation.

        Toby looked at the attic flooring.  "Do these boards pull up?" he
asked.

        "Yah, I did it," Rain Man replied.  "They got maybe two nails
apiece.  Some of 'em don't have that -- I hide shit under 'em."

        "Okay," Toby replied.  "We're gonna poke really small holes in the
ceiling..."  He went on to explain the details.  Five minutes later, he and
Rain Man went downstairs for the equipment.  Rain Man made the rounds to see
if the coast was clear, then let Toby into the two bedrooms in question.
Toby figured out the camera locations and made the necessary preparations,
then they went upstairs to put things into place.  That took another forty
minutes, complete with checks that no ceiling plaster had fallen anywhere
detectable and other precautions.  At the end of it all, they were switching
channels on Toby's laptop, checking the sights in both rooms.  "How does it
work?" Rain Man asked.

        "The cams make their own secure websites," Toby explained.  "I just
jacked the controller into your internet feed at the switch.  Once you have
the site address, you can watch whatever is going on -- and record it.  The
cams have motion sensors, so we don't get a lot of nothing -- I'm overriding
them now, for tests."

        "How will I know if you get something?"

        "I'll give you the site address," Toby replied.  "But you have to be
REAL CAREFUL!  If someone sees you...  The best thing would be for us to
catch a bunch, then remove all of the equipment before we whip it on them.
Even then, we won't want to do, like, videos -- maybe just clips you can do
on a cell phone or something."

        "Right, right..." Rain Man nodded.  They went downstairs and Toby
gave Rain Man the site addresses -- warning him NOT to bookmark them -- and
Toby, Damian and Terence hit the street.

        "I hope we're not fucking up," Toby worried as they drove off.
"Does Rain Man have any sense?"

        "Yah, he'll be fine," Terence nodded.  Toby flicked his eyes to
Damian, not necessarily trusting Terence's assessment.  Damian caught his
eye and nodded.

        "I'm trying to figure out why we're doing this," Toby sighed.  "I
know I was in on it from the beginning, but this could be more trouble than
we care to deal with."

        Damian shrugged.  "You know what it's like in the group.  We need
some black chicks.  There's a lot of shit going on because we don't have
any.  This will get us some."

        "It's also going to get us Rain Man," Toby pointed out.

        "And his mama," Terence added.  "Don't forget that."

        "Yeah," Toby sighed.  "You know, OUR mamas probably won't be
thrilled.  Neither will Jean or Candace."

        "Dude," Damian grunted, "You KNOW we have control of that.  You and
I can control your mama and you and I can control Candace.  You can control
Jean.  And our mama will see sense -- she knows how it is."

        "They're gonna scream, anyway," Toby pointed out.

        "Let 'em," Damian grunted.  "Women need something to bitch about,
once in a while."

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        The guys had been given a free hand at Rain Man's because Adele
Hayes, Randy's mother, had gone to her Saturday afternoon job tending
counter at a local bakery, and Alyssa had been making the rounds of the
neighborhood letting her short list of insiders know that Dirk was back.
Brianne was at her grandmother's.  Alyssa got home before Toby did, and
Damian and Toby checked remote connections to the camera website only to
discover Alyssa flat out on her bed, holding Dirk's cock at the root below
his swollen knot while the stocky mutt pounded her pussy!  "So much for
THAT," Damian laughed.  "We got sound?"

        "I figured video was enough," Toby replied.  "Besides, she's
probably only grunting -- see the way she's biting her hand?"  Alyssa had
thick lips and balloon cheeks and half of her fist was in her mouth.

        Damian chuckled.  "I'm gonna turn that shit every which way but
loose!"

        "I wonder if Rain Man is watching?" Toby wondered aloud.

        "Why?"

        "If he isn't, I think we should dump this to disk when she's done
and get it out of the camera's storage.  That way Rain Man won't see it and
start acting weird around his sister."

        "Good idea," Damian agreed.  "Rain Man ain't as quick as you or me.
If we catch his mama, we need to do that for her, too.  I didn't want to
argue with Big Bro, but..."

        "Right."

        Holding his knot apparently more or less guaranteed a two or three
minute fuck from Dirk; they watched Alyssa get two before she quit -- with
orgasm.  "Wait'll she feels a REAL dick," Damian grunted, grinning in
anticipation.  The camera was well-placed and had a zoom feature and a very
limited capability to pan -- they got it all from Dirk's dick running in and
out of her to the expressions on her face.  "This is killer!" Damian
laughed.

        "With any luck, it will get even better," Toby replied, grinning, as
Alyssa waddled out of the room in a robe, with a towel over her shoulder,
patently satiated.

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        Alyssa sighed, enjoying the feel of the shower water on her skin as
she washed her close-cropped hair.  Maddie Reyes, in particular, was one
happy chick to hear that Dirk was back.  Alyssa thought about leaving some
doggy cum in her cunt for Maddie to suck out -- she wouldn't know what it
was, and it would be a great joke -- but she decided not to.  Maddie loved
Dirk's tongue, but had never twigged that his dick worked, too -- and she
sucked Alyssa's pussy to pay for Dirk's tongue rides, which gave Alyssa
quite a bit of power over her.  Alyssa had invited her and Tabitha Hart to
stay overnight; they would wait until Mama got her fix and let Dirk out of
her bedroom -- something Mama was guaranteed to do after going without for
most of a week -- and then Maddie and Tabitha would get their doggie tongue
rides, and Alyssa would get hers from them.  Dirk's tongue was better, going
deep, but sometimes he got bored and wandered off; besides, girls were
better for clitty work.  Maddie was Puerto Rican and beautiful, and could
pull in any guy she wanted, but she was scared to death of them -- something
about her Papa beating the shit out of every woman in sight.  Tabitha was
gap-toothed, with a wide, flat nose and ears that looked like they hadn't
finished growing -- and she looked puffy around the hands and feet and
chewed her nails to the quick, which made things worse.  She was muscular,
with stocky calves and big thighs rammed into a big ass -- and not much in
the way of breasts, having a couple of small, widely set baby-fat-looking
jugs whose nipples pointed out to the sides like they were wall-eyed.  In
short, Tabitha wasn't going to see any dick until somebody got REALLY drunk
and raped her -- which meant that doggie tongue was the best thing since
sliced bread and she would do whatever it took to get more.  Besides, she
wasn't that smart -- it was better if Alyssa did her thinking for her,
anyway...  Tabitha made a great base for the totem pole -- she followed
instructions, and was just as happy sucking Maddie's clit as she was
Alyssa's -- not to mention the fact that she was happy with Dirk's tongue
and didn't ask for anything from the other two.  Tabitha liked to have her
ass licked, too, which, frankly, grossed Alyssa out, but Dirk didn't seem to
mind, and since Alyssa didn't have to do it...  Contrary to popular demand,
Alyssa didn't suck pussy -- it was beneath her.  Maddie and Tabitha weren't
the only girls in Alyssa's little stable, either, but they were the ones
currently in favor.  Sunday or Monday, she would bring in the 'B' Team --
Brenda and Bonita -- if she felt like it.

        When Brianne and Adele got home at five, Alyssa more or less
informed her mother that she'd invited Maddie and Tabitha over -- but Adele
hadn't ever said no, anyway -- it was a tacit thing between her and her
daughter that since Alyssa didn't like boys, she wasn't going to stand in
her way when it came to getting sexual satisfaction.  Brianne knew that
Sissy was up to 'girl stuff' and that it was probably yucky -- and that was
enough, for now.  Besides, she liked boys, and big brother Randy didn't know
about the hole in the back of his closet that led to the linen closet. -- or
the matching one she had carefully bored in the opposite wall of the linen
closet so she could see him at the computer, once it became a location of
interest.  Brie wanted to touch Randy's dick in the worst way -- especially
if she could get that gooey white stuff to shoot out like he did when he
looked at those girlie pictures under his mattress or watched those videos
on his computer...  Watching that made her cunny itch something fierce!

        Randy checked things quickly while his mother was nuking dinner --
and there wasn't squat on the website.  Well, there was Alyssa coming back
from the shower and dressing, but that was it.  Randy was surprised that the
site didn't have her coming in and changing clothes for the shower -- if the
thing wasn't working properly, he was gonna be pissed -- especially since
Alyssa was bringing in some of her girlfriends!  He carefully closed out,
following the instructions Toby had given him for clearing his browser cache
as well as the history and other tracks.  Toby was right that they didn't
need to get caught until everybody was hooked...

        It really wasn't any surprise that Randy had never caught his mother
or his sister doing anything -- his room was on the ground floor, and all of
the women were quartered upstairs.  Mama had given him the room downstairs
on the theory that it was closer to the back door to let Dirk out and that
he was a big boy and might want to do his own thing -- although Mama
discouraged him from doing just about anything around the neighborhood, with
good reason.  He'd never thought to poke peep-holes in the ceiling from his
attic haunt, either -- too dangerous.  Randy wasn't into danger -- of any
type.  The computer was in the living room/den, which was easier for him to
get to than anyone else, and was reasonably secure, since you could hear the
stairs creak like mad when someone came down them.  (Of course, he'd never
watched Brie slide down the banister, either...)  Randy made a note to wait
until Mama was settled in bed and see if he could watch Sis and her
girlfriends fuck up live...

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

        Things were moving fast; Damian figured he'd better pass the word,
so he stayed up waiting for Mama to come home.  Pa went out for a drink
about ten-thirty, so he wouldn't have to be there when Mama came home; by
the time he got back, he'd be drunk and Mama would be asleep -- and they
both liked it that way.  Mama wandered in about a quarter to twelve with her
dinner in a Burger King bag, "You're up late, Boy."

        "Not that late -- I'm watching a movie.  Besides, we need to talk,"
Damian replied.

        "What about, Boy?  Can it wait?  I got to pee..."

        "Yeah, fine, but I think we need shit out on the table tonight."

        Louise shrugged and went to the bathroom.  What now?  Weren't things
weird enough?  Wearily, she came out to the den and sat down.  "Can I eat
this?" she asked, brandishing the bag.

        "Yah, just be careful you don't choke," Damian replied.  Louise
arched an eyebrow, so he launched into it.  "We got the girls on tape with
the dog on Tuesday."

        "I heard."

        "Did Beth tell you that Pa showed up Monday, and everybody about
shit a brick?"

        "Yeah."

        "And did she tell you we saw the video?" Damian pressed.

        "Yeah."

        "Okay.  Did you hear how Big Bro took it?"

        "Bad."

        "Uh huh," Damian agreed.  "He and Toby had it out Monday night, but
he wanted a piece of Lon, too.  He got that Tuesday -- by fucking Sally in
the ass."

        "THAT I didn't hear about!" Louise looked up, surprised.

        "Well, it was a negotiated deal between them -- but it may have
backfired.  Big Bro seems to be all done with it -- which is good, because
he was taking it REAL personal -- but Lon and Sally are iffy."

        "What about Toby?  Did Terence hit him or anything?"

        "I don't know, Mama.  They went into Toby's room for a while, and
were cool when they came out.  Toby didn't appear to have a mark on him.  If
I was to guess, Toby sucked Big Bro's dick, but neither one of them will
talk about it -- and Big Bro isn't leaning on Toby like he has his nuts in a
crusher, or anything."

        "Okay, so what else is up?" Louise asked.

        "Well, there's, like, a basic problem -- with the guys mostly.  They
ain't happy.  We kind of came in and horned in on their thing, you know?
And we're fucking their old ladies..."

        "This isn't new," Louise pointed out.

        "No, but, well, there is the race thing, too," Damian explained.
"Lon's the worst -- I mean, he seems to get some kinda kick out of me riding
his mama -- probably because he's taken a lot of shit from her -- but
lookin' at Sally pisses him off.  Rick's sorta the same way -- he's put up
with us doin' Jean, but he ain't happy -- but on the other hand Jean and
Toby are so thick that there isn't much room for us, especially now that
Jean's got a bun in the oven.  Anyway, ain't nobody gonna get any off
Teela..."

        "And Toby?"

        "Toby doesn't seem to have the race thing, and he's cool about his
mama -- shit, he's decided that I ought to ride herd on his mama like I do
on Candace -- but he's already got more on his plate than he can handle.
And he's an..."  Damian searched for the word, "instigator.  He starts shit.
If he hadn't rolled over Jean, this whole gig wouldn't be happening.  And he
said that doin' Pa up was his idea, too.  On the other hand, though, if I
want to know what a woman is thinking, I'll ask Toby -- he seems to have his
finger on shit."

        "Okay, so..."

        "Well, we're back to the black thing.  We're here, and we're doing
white chicks -- which is cool for us, but cold for them, you know?  We're
not bringing anything to the situation..." Damian kind of petered out.

        "What about me?" Louise asked.

        "Well, you're getting some -- but not a lot, because those dudes all
have their own staked out, more or less...  That's a lot of it -- they got
theirs, and you and Candace and Beth are hanging out there, and there's only
us, really, to handle you -- and we're not what they want for their mamas.
Things are busted, kind of, you know?"

        "Well...  Can it be fixed?" Louise asked.

        "I dunno.  I think, though, that even if they don't want any, we got
to bring in some black chicks.  Young black chicks.  If we bring something
to the table, even if they ain't interested in it, we still contributed, you
know?"

        "Black chicks?"  Louise shook her head.  "What about more white
guys?  That might fix the thing with white women.  What about more black
guys?  I can't fuck the only two we got..."

        Damian grinned.  "Well, we got that handled, maybe..."

        "Boy..." Louise eyed her younger son sidelong.

        "Dirk kinda started it," Damian explained.  "He was good with the
girls -- too good.  Something was up.  I got to thinking about it and
talking with Toby -- and he had this idea..."

        "I'm not gonna like this, am I, boy?" Louise asked.

        "Well, it could be good..." Damian insisted.  "It fixes a couple of
things..."

        "Like what?" Louise asked.

        "Well, Rain Man's sister is fucking Dirk -- and we're pretty sure
his mama is, too.  And she's got some girlfriends we're pretty sure are
doing shit with Dirk, too.  That gets us some young black chicks..."

        "How, exactly?" Louise asked.

        "Toby rigged up some cameras..."

        "Oh, FUCK!"  Louise covered her face.  "What ELSE do I need to
know?"

        "Well, Rain Man..."

        "Boy..."

        "We told him that if we got something, he was in," Damian finished.
"And we already got Alyssa fucking with Dirk..."

        "Boy, who's gonna fuck Rain Man Hayes?" Louise asked, her voice
dangerous.

        "Hey, you wanted a black dude..."

        "Goddammit!!!"


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