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Chapter 10



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 10 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mF mf 1st oral ir exhib

Chapter 10

	Bernice and Wanda observed the byplay between Frank and Miriam -- or
the end of it, anyway -- by peeking around the side door to Booth Three.
Ducking back inside, Bernice muttered, "Miriam attracts that kind of shit
like a fucking lightning rod.  Last time, it was Randy -- I wonder how long
she's gonna go with Frank?"

	"Jasmine kind of shocked me," Wanda muttered.

	"You know, there are a bunch of girls in the group that -- well, I
don't know how to describe it, exactly.  Their boyfriends don't let them set
any limits.  They do what they're told.  I could name names, but I'd probably
be on the list -- and even I don't know why, for sure..."

	"Amy said if I came, I'd better plan on fucking or sucking whoever,"
Wanda mused.

	"Yeah, well, you would think that once you had a boyfriend, they
would stop passing you around -- but it doesn't seem to be like that,"
Bernice replied.  "It's more like Frank said -- you ask the boyfriend, but
he's likely to say yes."

	Wanda pursed her lips.  "Well, there are more guys than there are
girls..."

	"That's part of it, for sure," Bernice agreed.  "Maybe that's ALL of
it.  Guys who have girlfriends now probably didn't at one point -- so now
they owe..."  She mused for a moment.  "But I think there is something
more..."

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	Vince missed the whole thing; after dealing with Nicky through the
hole for a while, he just opened the door to the booth and went inside,
locking it behind him.  Nicky was more than happy to kneel up for Vince and
take a pounding.  Now, drained, he let himself out and went to make a plate
of appetizers up and grab some bottled water to share with his bitch.  While
he was out, he made sure he got seen, waving to this teammate or that one, so
absences would be less detectable and it would seem like he was around all
the time.  Glancing around, he wondered where Eddie Ray was...

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	Eddie Ray was out back with Clint, Terence, Brenda and Bonita.  After
some initial apologies to Clint, he had gotten around to the problem.  "I,
uh, haven't really done much with girls, you know?  Vince, he's not
interested at all..."

	Oddly, it was Brenda who asked the first question.  "What do you
think is sexy?  Is Terence sexy?  Is Bonita?  What about Clint?"

	"Well, I, uh..." Eddie Ray stammered.  He stood thinking, but his
eyes were on Bonita's globular breasts.

	"You like titties, I bet," Brenda opined.

	"Yeah."  Eddie Ray nodded, embarrassed.

	"Okay, what's hot about guys?" Brenda pressed.

	"Muscles."

	"And girls?"

	"Um, curves."

	"Do you like to kiss guys?"

	"I, um, never really got into that."

	"Girls?"

	"Dunno.  Never tried."

	"I think you like both," Brenda opined.

	"Does that work?" Eddie Ray asked.

	"I'll tell you when I figure it out," Clint grunted.

	"You don't know?" Eddie Ray was incredulous.

	"Nope."

	"I'm kinda hoping it works," Brenda said quietly.  Clint tugged her
down to his lap.

	"It's a range," Terence offered.  "At least, I think it is.  Maybe
you like one a little more than the other.  From the sound of things, guys
are ahead because you haven't tried girls."

	"I got a blowjob from a girl," Eddie Ray announced.

	"And?" Clint asked.

	"It's why I'm here, I guess."

	"There are gays and there are straights," Terence muttered, "and
there are a bunch of us somewhere in between. Try everything and figure it
out -- that's what we're doing."

	"How do I try girls?" Eddie Ray asked.

	"There are three or four downstairs -- all you have to do is ask,"
Terence related.  "Actually, the first time, you're better off with an older
woman."

	"No shit?"

	"Yeah.  They know what they're up to.  Most of the young stuff around
here does, too, but not all, I bet," Terence replied.

	"Hey, sorry," Eddie Ray gave a little wave, backing off.

	"You didn't hurt nothin'," Terence rumbled.  "Just go in the slider
-- I see three or four from here."

	"Um..."  Eddie Ray wandered to the slider and opened it.  Louise,
Marta, Candace, Jiang Yi and Iris were all there in the room, and all of them
looked up.  "I, uh..."

	"A cherry, I think," Candace erupted.  "Come to Mama and I'll
introduce you around."  Eddie Ray drifted over and Candace started making
introductions with Louise.  "This is 'L'.  She's a nice lady and very vocal,
so you know how well you're doing -- but she's a shot up on the rest of us
tonight, I think.  This is 'M'."  Candace waved at Marta.  "She's a little
shy, but very sweet.  This is 'J.'  She can be a little whiney when she's
needy, but she has a boyfriend right now.  It's good stuff, I'm told,"
Candace continued, indicating Jiang Yi.  "And this is 'I', sometimes called
'Flower'.  She likes it a lot when she can get it," she finished, waving at
Iris.  She smiled, eyeing Eddie Ray sidelong, "They call me 'C' -- but you
can call me Mama..."

	"Uhhh..."  'C' and 'M' were the nicest looking.  'J' was pretty
homely.  Flower was kind of oddly built.  'L' wasn't bad for a black woman,
but Eddie Ray wasn't sure he wanted to start out black.  'C' was
intimidating, while 'M' was just the opposite, shrinking in on herself.  That
left...  "Flower."

	"Tsk."  Candace let go of his wrist.  "Break him in right, Honey."

	Iris staggered up out of her kitchen chair and gently took Eddie
Ray's hand.  "I didn't expect to get picked."

	"Is it okay?"

	"Oh, it's just fine!"  Iris plastered a smile on her face, realizing
just how tentative her charge was, and led him to the living room couch.
"Let's get to know one another."

	They settled on the couch and Iris pulled him in and directed him to
her smallish breasts.  "Have you done anything tonight?"

	"I got a blowjob..."

	"Oh, good!  The edge is off, then.  Guys your age sometimes get off
really fast the first time -- and get all embarrassed about it.  But you're
ALL good for twice...  Mmmmm..."  True to form, he went straight for her
nipples with his lips...

	Once Iris was committed, she was perfect for Eddie Ray -- all she
wanted was sex.  There were no hassles, no fights, no big emotional
commitments -- she just flopped over on her back and grabbed his cock and
placed it at her opening and let him push it home.  Eddie Ray, who had
listened to Vince's complaints about what a pain in the ass girls and their
demands were on multiple occasions, didn't get any -- except, "Fuck!  Fuck!
Fuck me, HARD!" -- something he DIDN'T get from Vince, although Nicky
approached it on occasion.

	Pussy felt different, too -- looser at the opening, but tighter
inside.  There seemed to be more places to rub.  They went for only a few
minutes, but Flower got VERY happy a couple of times -- and when it was done,
she cuddled him to her, rather than surging up and talking about cleanup.
Heck, there wasn't any cleanup -- well, he was a little gooey, maybe, but it
didn't stink and make a mess.  It was only cum, after all...  "This is nice,"
he muttered, lying atop her, relaxed.

	"Why don't you just hang out?" Iris asked.  "I bet you can go again
later and we can just rest..."

	"Yeah..."  Flower was SOFT -- kind of like Nicky, but bigger.  Nicky
was more clingy, even -- Flower just seemed happy to be there...  Titties
were amazing, but she seemed to be okay with his explorations.

	Iris had no complaints -- she had a hot, hard-bodied boy with a
respectable dick using her for a mattress after proving that he had
considerable natural talent to back up his youth and vigor.  This trip was
well worth it.  Young Frank hadn't surfaced to give her is particular brand
of shit, either...

	Frank had Miriam knelt up and was introducing her to his cock.  She'd
sucked him before -- anonymously -- but he'd never been in her pussy.  Sex
with Frank didn't have the romantic overtones that sex with Randy had had,
but Miriam suspected that it would, over time.  Miriam's infatuation with
Randy had been based upon what she thought he was, not the reality -- but
Frank was ALREADY well on the way to proving that he was the real thing.

	Fucking, for instance.  Frank didn't say anything nice -- he swatted
her on the ass and growled, "Move that thing!" -- but he wasn't kidding her
any; he was enjoying himself.  When orgasm rose to claim her, he delivered
hard swats to her ass in synch with her contractions -- and that worked,
somehow.  And when he finished, it was "Clean me up, Slut," of course, and he
handled her head, moving her mouth where he wanted it for the cleanup.  Last,
but not least, he had her lie down on the cold floor so he had a soft spot to
take his after-sex snooze...  Yeah, he was a bastard -- she'd gotten it
right, this time.  She knew that he would be nice to her occasionally -- but
it would always be for his benefit, officially, not hers.  Unofficially might
be another matter, but the truth would go unsaid between them.  That wasn't a
problem.  She rubbed his back and stopped worrying.

	One other person knew for sure what was on Frank's mind -- Amy.  She
sensed his somewhat predatory satisfaction as she passed him on the way to
check on Wanda and Bernice.  "How are you guys doing?" she asked, sticking
her head in the door of the booth.

	"Well, okay -- I sucked one," Wanda declared.  "Can I get that dark
room thing, do you think?"

	"Probably," Amy nodded.  "Let me try to get you out of here
unseen..."  She ignored Miriam and Frank on the floor of the 'kink' area and
pulled the curtains so she could move Wanda upstairs.  No one exhibited any
serious curiosity.  When she got Wanda situated in the room, Amy said,
"Remember where your card is -- it'll be pitch dark..."

	"I won't need it," Wanda muttered.  Amy shrugged and let herself out.

	"Wanda seems to have diminished expectations," Amy told Toby.

	Toby stopped to check and replied, "She'll be happy if somebody
actually does her.  She'll be even happier if it turns out to be good."  He
headed out to the main floor.  "Okay, we're playing the dark room game -- any
takers?"

	"Whazzat?" Chuck asked.

	"Upstairs, there is a girl in a room.  It's pitch black in there,"
Toby replied.  "You do everything by touch.  The usual rules apply -- if you
want her card, you ask -- otherwise, it's pretty anonymous..."

	Pete Franklin grimaced.  "It's probably 'Wicked Wanda' Samuels."

	Chuck snorted.  "Wicked?"

	"She wishes," Pete chuckled.

	"Hey, it's pussy..." Chuck opined.

	"Yuck.  I wouldn't fuck her with your dick!  She's a sow!" Pete
wrinkled his nose.

	"Well, you won't have to," Chuck retorted.  "I'll use it myself.
You're harsh, Man."

	"I dunno.  I've got standards," Pete replied.  "She bothers me."

	"Might not be her," Chuck noted.  Pete just shrugged.  Chuck turned
to the others, "Ray?  Alonzo?"

	"Go for it -- I just got a blowjob," Ray replied.  Alonzo nodded.

	Chuck shrugged.  "Let's go..."

	On the stair, Toby turned to Chuck.  "I can tell you this -- she's
not a professional slut.  You may need to make allowances.  She's given
exactly one blowjob."

	"What about...?" Chuck asked.

	"If you're into adding notches to your gunbelt, word is that she's
cherry."

	"No shit?"

	Toby shrugged.  "It's a usual thing around here.  Chicks work up the
guts to do this because they want a boyfriend -- and they generally want sex
just as much and maybe more.  Many of them are here because nobody would even
look at them at school or at a dance.  There have been a LOT of cherries
popped here."  The conversation brought them to the closed door.  Toby rapped
on it and said, "Hide!"

	"Okay!"  Wanda got herself down beside the bed.

	"You're not obligated, remember.  If you're not interested, you just
get up and walk," Toby advised.

	Chuck nodded and opened the door.

	Wanda knelt beside the bed, her heart thudding in her chest.  'What
am I doing here?'  Fear gripped her.

	"Okay," the anonymous boy's voice said, "You can come out.  I don't
think I have to hunt for you or anything..."  Wanda listened to his careful
footsteps as he felt his way to the bed.  "Where are you?"

	"Here..."  Wanda replied, her voice shaky as she gathered herself and
stood.  "Eek!"  Fingers grazed her breast.

	"Sorry.  I was hunting.  Man, it's dark..."

	"Yeah."  Wanda climbed onto the bed.  Fear threatened to paralyze
her.  "I don't know..."

	Toby, who was 'watching' her, dropped a reminder that if she
chickened out, there would be no second chance.

	"Something wrong?" Chuck asked.

	"I'm... just scared."

	"We've got all night," Chuck told her, thinking, 'Slow pussy is
better than no pussy...'

	"Okay."  Wanda came forward and put herself in Chuck's hands.

	Chuck was in no hurry -- he let his hands wander over his invisible
partner, moving here and there.  'It's Wanda all right -- or somebody else
just as heavy,' he thought.  'Do I care?  No...'  Pete could claim to have
standards all he wanted, but all it did was keep him from getting laid.
Chuck wasn't going to make that mistake.  This chick came to get fucked, and
Chuck was there for the same purpose.  If she was gonna give him her cherry,
Chuck was NOT going to tell her she was too porky and didn't deserve his
attention!  Instead, he pulled her to him and rubbed her sides and her back
while poking her belly with his hardon and asked, "Do you want to kiss and
stuff?"

	"Please?"

	"Sure..."  His lips found hers and it helped -- the fear backed off
while she opened her lips and attacked his hungrily.  This was the good stuff
-- making out with a boy!  The sex thing was iffy, but romance was something
else, and being in a clinch with a boy, kissing and cuddling and feeling his
hard body against her painted elation over her fear.  This was a dream -- the
one she'd come hoping to realize.  Even if it didn't last more than an hour,
it was worth what she would be paying for it -- in fact, if it continued to
go like this, she was more than willing to trade her virginity for the
encounter...

	So they knelt on the bed, exploring each other and kissing and
enjoying the feel of the naked body of a member of the opposite sex.  This
went on for a while -- maybe half an hour -- before Chuck got serious about
fondling a breast.

	By then, Wanda was more than ready; she responded by moaning into his
mouth and pressing her breast against his hand.  Her nipple firmed and
elongated under his fingers and flashes of pleasure assaulted her senses.
The decision to release his lips so he could find the nipple with them made
itself as she moaned again.

	Things heated up rapidly from there.  Chuck's fingers slid over her
lightly furred mons and discovered the already open wet valley between her
inner lips just as Wanda got brave enough to grasp his erection and started
rubbing the pre-cum dribbling from it over the swollen tip with her thumb.
Wanda's pussy dribbled on Chuck's fingers and they moaned in unison as the
passion built.

	Wanda hit the trigger point under the attack of Chuck's fingers; he
seemed to know EXACTLY what he was doing and the tension in her became
unbearable.  "Now!" she gasped, settling onto her haunches and then working
her feet out from under her one by one so she could lie back.

	Chuck was right there when she got organized on her back with her
legs spread.  "Now?"

	"Uh huh."  Later, Wanda would wonder where the guts came from for her
to grab his shaft and rub the tip of his cock along her split, then seat it
at her opening, but she did it.  Once he was in place, though, control
shifted to Chuck and he pressed himself forward.

	Horror stories about the terrible pain of defloration proved
unfounded; Chuck pressed, bounced, and powered through Wanda's hymen on the
second pass, not stopping until he was buried.  Wanda felt a sharp twinge and
then he was filling her, nosing through her inner folds.  The pain was more
of a burning itch -- and it didn't interfere with the other sensations, but
rather created a jazzy undercurrent.  Wanda let out a high-pitched whine, but
even she wasn't sure what it conveyed other than urgency.  One thing was
certain, though -- her body automatically clutched Chuck to her, making sure
he didn't go anywhere.

	Chuck set to work, setting up an unhurried rhythm.  Whoever this
chick was, she was hot and wet and tight!  He rode low over her, his weight
on his forearms, his hands clutching her shoulders from beneath, his ears
full of her urgent whines.  Wanda crossed her ankles behind his ass and
periodically goaded him with a heel while throwing herself up at him.

	It was good -- it was ALL good!  Whoever the guy was, he had plenty
of stamina and he was hitting all the right spots in Wanda's pussy and he
hadn't hurt her -- it was GREAT!  The time for gentleness was past and while
he wasn't being rough, he was giving her everything they both needed!  Wanda
felt something that seemed to be sort of like the orgasms she got while
masturbating, and she welcomed it -- but instead of the little pop and the
pleasant rush she expected, it continued to build until it loomed above her
and then exploded, eclipsing the expected little pop the way a dozen sticks
of dynamite eclipses a firecracker!  Wanda didn't SAY anything -- she'd
emitted nothing except urgent whines since Chuck powered into her -- but she
hissed out the contents of her lungs and clamped down, locking up, her pussy
pulsing, milking Chuck's plunging cock.  Chuck, who had been fighting to keep
from shooting his load in her, never had a chance -- Wanda's pussy clutched
him and pulsed, milking him, and he erupted inside her, "HRRRRGH!!  HRRGH!
HRRGH!"

	Then it was over -- and they were both spent.  Chuck collapsed atop
Wanda for a moment and she cuddled him to her while they both relaxed into
the aftermath.  After a couple of minutes, Chuck asked, "How was it?"

	"Great!" Wanda gushed, "Thank you!"  After a moment, she asked,
diffidently, "How about you?"

	"Good.  Great, actually.  Thank YOU!"  But Chuck had reservations and
Wanda detected them.

	"Not good enough, I guess..." she muttered, disappointed.

	"You know, it isn't that," Chuck muttered.  "You'd get an A-plus on
sex and I think you're sweet..."

	"But I'm fat."

	"You know, that isn't it, either," Chuck replied.  "If it had been,
we'd have never gotten anywhere.  There's just, I dunno, no chemistry..."

	Wanda thought about it -- and found that she couldn't get upset.
"Yeah.  It was REAL nice, but you're right.  Something was missing."

	"I'd do it all again -- but we'd both be wasting our time," Chuck
muttered.

	"I understand."

	Chuck backed off and rubbed her cheek.  "I think you're sweet.  I'm
gonna say nice things about you -- and mean them."

	"That means a lot."  Wanda lay there while Chuck got up and fumbled
his way to the door.

	"Bye."  Chuck popped open the door and hurried through.

	"Bye bye..."

	Chuck hit the bathroom and took a leak and cleaned up, then headed
downstairs.

	"Well?" Pete asked, arching an eyebrow.

	"She could have been anybody," Chuck related, "It was pitch black.
But I'll tell you this -- she was hot, she was sweet, she was a good fuck --
and she was cherry!"  That had become clear during Chuck's cleanup -- the
ring of pink at the root of his cock didn't lie.

	"Was she as big as a house?" Pete asked.

	"Man, you're prejudiced or something!"  Chuck ranted.  "Why don't you
ask me what color she was while you're at it!  Okay, she wasn't skinny, but
look around!  How many skinny chicks do you see?  You're too picky -- have
you even TRIED anything with some padding on it?"

	"Well, no..." Pete admitted.  Thus far, he'd had sex with Louise --
and that was it.

	"Maybe you're fucking up!" Chuck declared.  "You don't even fucking
know!"

	"Yeah, well..."

	"I bet if we put up a big chick and a skinny chick side-by-side and
put a blindfold on you and had you do them, you might learn something..."
Chuck opined.  Alonzo and Ray both chuckled.

	"Good luck organizing THAT!" Pete snapped.

	"Gimme a minute..." Chuck wandered off.

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	Janice, huddled on Mark's lap, whispered, "Mark?  I don't want to do
that.  I'm... really not comfortable out here naked..."  About all anyone
could see was her bony back, the way she tucked herself against Mark.

	Mark looked around.  Jasmine and Isaiah were going at it in a corner,
Isaiah making good on his promise to fuck Jasmine wall-eyed.  Mark knew that
no matter what she'd put herself out for, Janice wasn't up for the kind of
quid pro quo that surfaced in the group periodically -- and this was shaping
up to be another instance.  "Let's get a room like we did last week."  He
levered himself out of the chair, muscling Janice into a position where she
could wrap her legs around his waist and be carried, and headed for the
stairs.

	They passed Marta coming down.  Alonzo took one look and made for the
stairs.  Marta was tentative.  "Do you think we should?"

	"Yes," Alonzo declared, "I do.  It will be all right.  I want to wait
a few minutes, though -- something is up."

	Toby was in the process of quietly returning Wanda to Booth Three.
Chuck, knowing who to go to when something edgy was in the wind, had chased
down Damian -- and Damian met Toby at the door to the booth.  "Chuck says
Pete is talking out his ass."

	"What about?"  Toby asked the question, but Amy edged close and
linked hands with him.

	"Fat pussy."

	Toby put on his poker face.  "So Chuck thinks there ought to be some
kind of competition?"

	"Yeah," Chuck agreed.  "I don't think Pete's giving heavy chicks a
break -- and I think it's all bullshit, because he's never had one."

	Toby locked eyes with Amy and turned to look in the door of the booth
at its two occupants, poker-faced.  Amy stepped inside, but it was Toby's
question, "Can you go again?"

	"Well, I'm a little sore, but it was good..." Wanda husked.  "Dark
room?"

	Amy pursed her lips.  "No, public.  You too," she told Bernice.

	"Ah, shit..." Bernice sighed.  "Okay."

	"You'll be kind of carrying the flag, if you know what I mean," Amy
told Wanda.

	"Does that make sense?" Wanda worried.

	"This is one of those things..." Amy muttered.

	Wanda knew what the rest of it was.  She'd agreed to do 'whatever'
and this came under the heading of 'whatever'.

	"I get it..." she muttered back.

	Damian stuck his head in the door and eyeballed the two occupants.
"Yeah, perfect."  Neither of the girls said anything.  "Let's get Pete."  He
backed out and gave Chuck the high sign.

	"Okay, Man," Chuck announced, eyeing Pete.  "Time to put your money
where your mouth is.  We got a couple of chicks we're gonna put up side-by-
side.  You sample them, blindfolded, and tell us honestly which is better."

	"Shit, really?" Pete looked surprised.  "You managed that?"

	"Yep."  Chuck looked proud of himself.  "Anybody else want to play?"

	Ray cocked his head.  "Yeah, I'm in..."

	"Somebody hook 'em up with good blindfolds, please?  We don't want
them seeing the contestants," Chuck directed.

	"Come over here, Boys," Beth called.  "I'm good with blindfolds."

	Wanda, listening, asked, "Can we cover up any?"

	Amy shook her head apologetically.  "Sorry!  Just your masks..."

	"I feel like the Lone Ranger in this thing..." Wanda complained.

	"Tell me about it!" Amy chuckled.  Turning to Damian, she asked,
"Where?"

	"There's two of them, now," Damian replied.  "I'd do them out by the
couch."

	Neither of the unwilling contestants wanted to hear this, but
Bernice, in particular, was fatalistic about it.  "Big surprise.  Are they
ready?"

	Wanda looked at Bernice, "So..."

	"You asked to be here.  I did, too.  I've watched other girls pay the
toll -- I've paid it already a couple of times.  Let's just do it."

	"Yeah, okay."  If nothing else, Wanda didn't want to come off as
chicken next to Bernice...

	Amy smiled encouragement.  "That's the way!"  She popped the dark
cloud gathering over Damian over their hesitancy before he got going good.

	Damian turned his attention to preparations.  "Hey, toss a couple of
mats down behind the couch!"  Alonzo and Chuck did so.  "Come on..."  He
reached in the door and took one of Wanda's hands and one of Bernice's and
pulled them from the booth.

	"Y'all give the girls some applause!" Chuck prompted.  "They're out
here to prove something!"  That got some cheers and catcalls from here and
there.

	Chuck and Damian and Toby put their heads together for a couple of
minutes and came up with rules.  "Okay, it's like this," Chuck announced,
taking over as master of ceremonies.  "Our female contestants will do the
first round on their knees giving blowjobs.  They'll get to demonstrate how
good they are for a minute by my watch, then switch over -- we'll move the
guys.  Guys, you can only touch their heads and you can do whatever, but
remember, you're grading the blowjob, so if you get all wrapped up in abusing
the girls and trying to make them puke you won't REALLY have an opinion.  At
the end of the first round, we'll get opinions -- and they ought to be fair
and honest.  If you really, REALLY can't make up your minds, we'll have a
second round of that -- otherwise, we'll bend the girls over the back of the
couch and give you a minute apiece of that.  Then we'll put 'em up on the
pool table on their backs for another round.  Finally, when you've made up
your minds, we'll see if we can't let everybody finish...  Remember, guys,
you get mouth and you get pussy -- no touching anything else."

	"How are we gonna get a grip?" Ray asked.

	"Somebody will brace you -- it'll be okay," Chuck replied.  "A couple
of the girls will lean over the couch back, for instance, and hold your
hands."  Brenda and Bonita, who had only recently returned to the playroom
with Clint and Terence, waved and various people cheered.  "Are we ready?"
Bernice and Wanda knelt up.

	"Wait!"  Frank came up and whispered to Chuck, then waved Beth over.
"Bernice is, well, black -- and you can tell from her hair," Chuck described
the problem.

	"I have a couple of leather hoods," Beth noted.  "We'll need a moment
to change..."

	"Okay, time out," Chuck announced, "We need to make an adjustment."
Beth went to the toy box and got the leather hoods and Amy and Miriam led
Bernice and Wanda back to Booth Three to change.

	"What's wrong?" Bernice asked.

	"Hair," Miriam replied.  "They can tell who is who -- or race, at
least.  These leather hoods will keep that from happening.  Let's get those
off..."

	"I do NOT believe this..." Bernice complained -- but she untied her
hood.  Wanda, stuck, followed suit.  Amy and Miriam fitted them with the
leather masks under Beth's supervision and returned them to the couch.

	"Okay, we're ready to begin!" Chuck announced.  "Is everybody set?"
Damian led Pete to Bernice and Frank led Ray to Wanda, putting their hands on
their heads.  "Begin!"

	The guys were only half-hard but each firmed up rapidly in the mouth
chosen for him.  Bernice was practiced, but Wanda, having accidentally gotten
a mild imperative to enjoy cocksucking from Toby, was gifted.  Ray found
himself gasping and groaning in her hot, wet furnace of a mouth.  Bernice,
surprised, redoubled her efforts, but Pete made things difficult by pumping
her face.

	"Time!"  Chuck announced.  Damian and Frank repositioned Pete and
Ray, something that took only a moment.  "Begin!"

	Bernice went at things no holds barred this time -- and was
effective.  Wanda approached Pete's cock as a labor of love, however -- and
it was more than adequate...

	"Time!" Chuck announced.  "Well?"

	Ray shook his head.  "Man, I dunno.  They're real different..."

	"Pete?" Chuck prompted.

	"Well, I liked the second one, but I wasn't really, you know, fully
up for the first..." Pete allowed.

	"Another round?" Chuck prompted.

	"Yeah."

	"Start where you are, then," Chuck announced.  "Ninety seconds!
Begin!"

	It was a near thing -- Pete almost unloaded in Wanda's mouth!  Chuck
called, "Time!" just as things got seriously urgent.  Meanwhile, Bernice,
having found a couple of Ray's hot spots during the previous round, made
considerable ground with Ray.  Chuck directed that the couples switch off and
started them off again, "Begin!"

	Bernice was attuned to Ray, and she needed to be just about perfect
to replace Wanda's effort -- and she just wasn't there for Pete.  Similarly,
Wanda was slow to adapt to Ray and hadn't gotten a feel for his sensitive
spots the way Bernice had.

	"Time!" Chuck announced.  "So what do you think?"

	"Her!"  Pete pointed to his right, where Wanda was, and Ray pointed
to his left, where Bernice was.  There was a general chuckle.

	"Okay!" Chuck announced.  "There was no clear winner -- but you,
Pete, embarrassed yourself..."

	"I did?"

	"Yup.  It's fat chicks one, Mister 'No Fat Chicks' nothing..." Chuck
joined some general jeering.

	Pete was massively embarrassed, and didn't know what to say.

	Frank and Damian manhandled the guys back and Chuck motioned the
girls over the couch back.  This time it was Alonzo who said, "You need to
keep the girls as quiet as possible..."

	"Suggestions?" Chuck asked.

	"Let 'em suck dick."

	"The guys won't want to hold hands with the guys getting sucked..."
Chuck objected.

	"Three girls," Alonzo suggested.  "Brenda, just one hand, on the
left, ummm, Donna, say, both hands, in the middle, and Bonita one hand on the
right."

	"See if you can organize it," Chuck directed.

	Alonzo could and did.  Terence and Mac provided the cocks, Mac
putting his in Wanda's mouth and Terence putting his in Bernice's.  "Okay,
girls," Alonzo whispered to them, "This isn't a blowjob -- it's just to keep
you from getting noisy.  Suck and be quiet, okay?  Concentrate on the fuck."
He backed off, making a whirling motion with a finger.

	At the last minute, it looked like there might be another issue, but
Alonzo got Bernice and Wanda to reach back to collect their contestant's cock
while Damian and Frank got the guys to the hands of the girls who were to
brace them.  "Okay, girls, rub those things along your pussies to open them
up and put them where they belong!" Chuck directed.  "Ready?  Raise a hand...
Begin!"

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