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Finally caught up.  Chapter 27



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 27 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 oral 1st fF ir mc humil mfm anal D/s

Chapter 27

        Mary more or less expected her unknown sex partner to proceed
straight to pressing his cock into her -- but Ray knew better than that in
the first place, and needed a moment to recover from the blowjob in the
second!  Instead, he slid under her spread legs and swiped her unseen slit
with his tongue.

        Mary inhaled a gasp!  Cunnilingus was HIGH on the list of things
she'd never had done to her and she was taken totally by surprise, believing
as she did that 'nobody would actually want to stick their tongue in that
wet, smelly thing!' as she'd put it once in discussion with another girl.

        Ray had different thoughts on the matter.  He'd been smelling Mary's
arousal since he entered the room, and it was ambrosia -- he had no problem
getting in close and smelling and tasting the source!  Once he'd felt it out
with his lips and tongue, he started probing her opening with his tongue,
giving her hymen an oral exam.  There was one there, all right -- the girl
was offering her cherry up to become a member.  That being the case, Ray felt
duty-bound to ensure that she enjoyed the experience as much as possible, so
he shifted his attack upward, his lips questing for her clitoris.

        It was there -- a stiff prominence under a thick hood.  Ray attacked
the underside directly and Mary gasped, arching herself, electrified.  "Ogod!
Too much!"  Ray, well educated by older women, shifted his attack to
alongside the hood.  Mary clutched Ray's head, spreading her legs wide with
her knees up and her feet on the mattress, and yelped, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
with every swipe of Ray's tongue past her engorged pleasure bud.

        Mary was totally in the thrall of Ray's pleasure-giving tongue!  Her
nipples were at full extension and itched and burned, but she had both hands
on Ray's head and couldn't remove them!  The urgency built rapidly...

        Ray tripped the trigger without realizing how close she was by
reaching up and taking her left breast in his hand and rubbing her stiff
nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  Mary arched herself and wailed,
"OOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" and rubbed Ray's face all over her pulsing
pussy as it dribbled fluids and fluttered!

        Mary surged and arched and mashed Ray's face to her for a good
fifteen seconds before crashing back onto the bed as her feet came out from
under her.  That freed Ray, who wiped his face, chuckling, and crawled
forward over her.  'Now, I think...'

        Mary, dazed by orgasm, pulled her feet back up but didn't realize
that Ray was positioning himself until the plush head of his cock settled at
her opening.  "Oh..."  Indecision, not fear, gripped her and she started to
say something -- but Ray started pushing, hit resistance, and doubled up,
powering through her hymen.  "UHHHH!" she gasped, more in surprise than pain.

        Realizing that he had taken her by surprise, Ray grunted, "Hey...
You okay?"  Her pussy had him in a death grip, it felt like...

        "Unh.  Yeah..."  It was too late to get excited -- she'd been
deflowered already, Mary realized.  Now, the only thing to do was to try to
make it all worthwhile...

        Given the small encouragement he took from Mary's response, Ray
started rocking in and out, taking ground incrementally.  She would tell him
if it hurt something awful or whatever, he figured.  He lowered his face and
searched for her lips.

        It was the right thing to do.  Mary had been feeling somewhat
isolated and her responses to his movement inside her were mixed, but when
his lips found hers, the isolation went away and she found a focus.  A few
seconds after that, pleasure assumed an ascendant role in the in-and-out
cycle of the fleshy probe opening her inner core and she clutched him as her
hips began to roll, looking for the reward that represented the culmination
of the act.  If you had asked her, she couldn't have told you what to do --
but her body knew EXACTLY what was required and executed the moves
automatically.

        'Wow!  Good stuff!' Ray thought as he released her lips and leaned in
to suck on her neck.  She was rocking up to take his stroke into her depths,
then pushing her pussy down and forward and dragging the top of his cock
along her clit.  The in-stroke canted her enough that his glans rubbed the
upper surface of her pussy, and the out-stroke got the bottom and it was all
good...  She was going "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" again, every time he hit bottom -- and
they were getting louder and had a funny lilt to them, like she was asking a
question.  He licked her ear and breathed hot air onto the wet surface, just
trying something...

        "OOOOOOOOOMIGAAAAAAWWWDDD!!!"  Suddenly, Mary was up and arched
again, pushing Ray up atop her as she screeched and her pussy developed a
wringing clutch!  If she hadn't drained Ray's balls with her mouth, he'd have
never gotten past it -- the tight clutch of her cunt on his cycling cock was
almost unbearably pleasurable!  Then she collapsed again, almost
disconnecting them, and panted and gasped and wrapped her arms around him and
hunted his lips with hers, panting.

        Orgasms from cunnilingus had been a revelation, but THIS!  Mary was
without words!  His hot breath on her ear after the electrifying lick had
come at just the right moment; she'd been going to orgasm, anyway, in a few
seconds, but it was like he'd electrocuted her clit!  Goosebumps went
everywhere and suddenly she was not only at peak -- she was flying above!
The feel of him in her depths, the rhythmic rub of his cock on her sensitive
nub -- these were transcendent sensations, beyond expectation.  No wonder
Wanda refused to even disconnect from Pete!  Her lover seemed to be able to
find her hot buttons at will, and always at the moment when an attack was
most effective...

        Control was out the window -- Mary wanted to be pounded!  She urged
him on with her hands, dragging at his ass in a clear indication of her
wants.  Ray raised himself, reluctantly breaking their kiss and kicked things
up a notch, moving his hands to her conical breasts and rubbing her nipples.
This time, his hot babe of a sex partner gasped," Ogod!  Ogod!  Ogod!" at the
bottom of every stroke...

        The increase in the speed of his attack made Ray's balls begin to
boil; he knew he wouldn't survive another one of this chick's orgasms!  He
gritted his teeth, rubbing her nipples and pounding hard, trying to get her
there one more time before he lost containment and his balls unloaded...

        Ray had no idea how much that nipple rub was affecting Mary!  It felt
like he was lighting them, setting them on fire like flicking a cigarette
lighter!  Lightning flashed between them and her clit and Ray's cock was
finding her G-spot and Mary began to shake as all control deserted her!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" she howled as she again arched, smashing herself up at
Ray while he pounded her, managing to present her cervix to his impacts --
which hurt, but the pain didn't detract from the peak she was climbing.  No,
it had quite the opposite effect, propelling her to new heights!  If Ray
could have seen her, he'd have been watching her turn cherry red and her eyes
roll up in her head as she moved beyond the ability to utter a sound!  Her
cunt contracted around Ray's cock and shockwaves raced everywhere, totally
incapacitating her!

        "AAAAWWWWWWW!!!"  This time, her collapse didn't stop the
contractions, and Ray was too far gone to stop, so he grabbed her ass and
hammered her, reveling in the intensity of her pulsing grip for the three
strokes it took for him to swell and erupt inside her.

        The ejaculation was prodigious -- Ray was surprised, especially after
the blowjob, which he had responded to with a copious load.  He buried his
cock and it fired long pulses at Mary's cervix at what was basically contact
range.

        As a result, Mary felt it, and every blast triggered a contraction in
her vagina.  At this point, she was only semi-conscious, awash with the
sensory overload of her massive orgasm -- but underneath, the creature that
operated on instinct deep inside her triggered another wave of pleasure at
the success of the underlying imperative of the act.  A male had made a
serious attempt at impregnation, and at the perfect time, as far as Mary's
receptivity was concerned...

        No, Mary wasn't ovulating -- but if she had been, the way her pussy
milked Ray she'd have bathed that egg in semen!  She was on birth control,
too, so pregnancy basically wasn't an option, but the parts all worked!

        Mary came back to herself clutching Ray, who had dropped forward
again, her arms around him and her legs crossed behind his butt,
instinctively keeping him from pulling out.  She relaxed and put her feet
down and merely rubbed Ray's sides.

        "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Ray gasped.  "That was pretty hot!  I'm
thinking it was good for you..."

        "Um hum..." Mary agreed.  "I didn't expect the first time to go like
that -- I know girls who say you usually hurt too much to be able to orgasm."

        "I'd like to take credit, but..."

        "Well, you know what you're doing -- THAT's for sure!" Mary replied.

        "Yeah, that probably helps.  Guys in the group usually break in with
older women -- and learn a few things.  I know I did..." Ray related.

        "I've, uh, got a card..." Mary offered.

        "Yeah..."  Ray's response was lukewarm.

        "No?"

        "Look, it isn't you," Ray explained.  "Actually, I don't want to put
myself in a position where I might hurt or embarrass you.  Next week is
Homecoming, and I've been hoping to collect one certain girl -- I don't want
you to think you're second best or anything, so I really don't think I
deserve to go taking a card."

        "It's pretty close to Homecoming," Mary pointed out.  "You haven't
asked her?"

        "It's complicated," Ray related.  "She's a cheerleader, and they're
in the doghouse with the team.  I've been holding out because it was a
solidarity thing, but I'd been hoping that we would bury the hatchet..."

        "Cindy and Beverly," Mary mused.  "I was told earlier tonight that
they were getting theirs -- the guys have something going that is supposed to
fix their wagons, but good!"

        "No shit?" Ray replied.  "I hadn't heard.  Thus far, we've only let
Gina in -- and we pretty much put her through the wringer.  Maybe things will
settle out."

        "There's another cheerleader in process that I know of," Mary said
softly.  "I'm pretty sure things are lightening up."

        "Sweet!" Ray replied.  "Maybe, then..."  He paused.  "You said
something about looking for a particular guy..."

        "Um hum...  At least I know he's a member -- not that that means he's
interested in me."  She dug under the pillow.  "We seem to get along.  Why
don't you take the card, and if neither one of us manages to hook up with the
person we're shooting for, we at least know we're fairly compatible.  I won't
hold you to anything if your deal works out if you promise not to screw me
up."

        Ray pursed his lips.  "Is that fair, do you think?"

        "Uhm, yeah, I think so."

        "Yeah, well, okay."  He took the card.

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        In the control room, May and Toby shook their heads -- if THIS wasn't
a comedy of errors, what was?  <Let's just turn on the lights> Toby
suggested.  Amy nodded agreement.

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        "Okay, well, how are you feeling?" Ray asked.

        "A little sore, but otherwise fine.  I can't imagine having a better
time," Mary replied.

        "Okay.  Look, it isn't like I want to dash, but I need to pee.  That
happens with guys after sex -- that and getting sleepy.  Talking put me past
that, but..."

        "No, I understand.  I think you just yell..."

        "Hey, guys?" Ray pitched his voice above mere conversation while
backing clear of Mary and sitting up.

        "Yes?" Toby answered.

        "We're done.  I need to hit the men's room."

        "Okay," Toby replied.  "Did you take her card?"

        "Yeah."

        "Okay, so, why don't we just turn on the lights?  That way you
know..."

        "Yeah, okay.  Are you good with that?" Ray asked Mary.

        "Yes."

        Toby used the remote dimmer installed in the control room to bring up
the lighting in the room's only light -- a bedside lamp.

        "MARY!" Ray gasped.

        "RAY!"

        Ray grinned from ear to ear.  "I don't know about you, but I'm
thrilled to death!"

        "You were looking for me?" Mary gasped.  "Woo hoo!"

        "Really?"

        "You're the reason I decided to do the initiation!" Mary declared.

        "Yeah, well, okay, we cheated!" Toby admitted over the intercom.  "We
knew you two had a thing going."

        "I, uh, still have to pee..." Ray muttered, embarrassed.

        "Through the door, turn right -- it's at the end of the hall.  Nobody
else is using the room, so you guys can stay there -- with the lights on."

        "Sweeeet!  I'll be right back!" Ray declared.

        "I'll go with you!  I have to go, too!" Mary replied.

        "You really did this to be with me?" Ray asked, his arm wrapped
around Mary as they left the room.

        "Yes.  You were really planning on asking me to Homecoming?"

        "Yeah..."  Ray grinned.  "Hey, wanna go to Homecoming?"

        Mary laughed and swatted his shoulder.

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        Janice and Mark were cuddled in Janice's room.  Janice had drained
Mark's balls twice, once with her mouth and once with her pussy.  Now there
were making out, relaxed, enjoying each other.  "My folks want to meet you,"
Mark ventured.

        "Is that good?"

        "It'll be all right, I think."

        "Okay."  Janice buried her face in his armpit.  "I hope so.  If they
didn't like me and made you stay away..."

        "That won't happen in any case," Mark insisted.  "You're my girl,
Squirrel -- they won't change that."

        "Okay."  But she crushed herself to him, fearful, hoping it was true
and fearing it wasn't.

        Mark, knowing what was going on in her head as clearly as if he could
read minds, hugged her back.  Seeking to distract her, he slid two fingers
alongside her clitoris and began to masturbate her.  She was shuddering and
gasping in no time...

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        Her mother was down the hall in the library, watching Chuck, Miriam,
and Frank put on a live sex show.  They were dead smack in the middle of the
room -- Miriam was on all fours, taking the impacts of Chuck's pubic bone on
her ass while he plundered her asshole.  Frank had her face, filling her
mouth with his cock and sometimes pushing it right down her throat and
holding her there like that.  It could have been rape, but it wasn't; Miriam
had already managed an orgasm.  Abigail watched this abuse and it triggered
an itch -- one that would be difficult to scratch...

        "MMMmmmMMMmmmMMMmmmMMMmmm..." Miriam hummed around Frank's cock as it
sawed in and out of her mouth.  Chuck had big heavy balls and they slapped
her clit on every stroke, not to mention the feel of his cock as it pumped in
an out of her rectum.  Anal sex wasn't the same as vaginal sex, but it wasn't
godawful, either -- it was merely different; Miriam liked it, as long as it
wasn't rubbing her ass raw on the inside because of a lack of lubrication.
As long as Chuck wasn't trying to set fire to her ass by friction with his
shaft -- and he wasn't -- Miriam could enjoy the penetration.  As for Frank,
he knew what she needed -- the occasional challenge of going for depth and
impaling her throat and the ultimate pleasure she would derive from her sense
of accomplishment when he unloaded in her mouth.  Frank was close -- she
could tell because his movements were getting jerky.

        "Take it..." Frank puffed, pushing himself deep.  He blew two pulses
directly down her throat, then backed off to where she could work him with
her lips and tongue to dump the rest of his load.  She was smiling around his
dick, the little bitch...  He grinned and shook his head and combed his
fingers through her hair on either side of her head.  She was a joy -- not
that he could afford to tell her so.

        Released, Miriam concentrated on Chuck, clamping her ass down on him
rhythmically.  The effort took mere seconds to have an effect -- Chuck
started to grunt and then gasp, then he powered forward into her a few times
and crushed himself to her ass, pinning her hips while he unloaded in her
colon in long liquid jets.  "Yeah, SHIT!  FUUUUCK!"

        Frank grinned.  "Better not be any shit!  Clean him up, Slut."
Miriam knee-walked forward until Chuck's cock popped free, then she rotated
to take it into her mouth.  There were three or four exclamations of "EWWWW!"
-- all female -- and Frank grinned from ear to ear.  "Go rinse your mouth
when you're done," Frank directed, "And bring me a soda!  Fucking your face
is thirsty work!'

        "Jeezus, Frank!" Damian chuckled.  He and Alyssa had been in the room
for the whole thing.

        "Aww, she loves it!" Frank retorted, grinning.  "She gets off on
doing anything I can come up with -- and she'll go to the wall with it.  It's
how she is -- how we are."

        "It still sounds godawful!" Donna exclaimed.  She was parked on Mac's
lap while he fondled a breast.

        "It's supposed to," Frank replied, unfazed.  "Besides, if we can't
let go and get wild here, where can we?"  In a murmur that didn't carry, he
added, "I can only take it so far at home before Pa gets ideas..."

        Abigail heard that.  She padded over to Frank.  "What was that?"

        "Uh, nothing."

        "Come on..."

        "Master, may I?"  Miriam was back already, kneeling up before him,
holding a can.

        "May you what?"

        "I might explain better."

        Frank grimaced.  "Think it's smart?"

        "Yes."

        "All right."  Frank snatched the can.  "Come here -- I want to
squeeze some titty."

        Miriam spun and backed up against Frank so he could reach down and
maul her left breast.  Frank deliberately sat the can down on the top of
Miriam's head while he eyed Abigail; Miriam allowed the corners of her mouth
to quirk upward.  "Master's father has a long-standing grudge against all
women -- but he is a man, and has needs.  I am... a temptation.  Frankly,
though, from things he's said, I'm less than appetizing because of my
size..."

        "He would have sex with you?" Abigail confirmed.

        "Yes."  Miriam killed a nod before it resulted in the can tipping
over.  "I think his basic issue with women allows him to think of them as
objects, and between his needs and his anger, rape is a short step for him.
He hasn't, though."

        "It's a pain in the ass," Frank related.  "I'd take her home -- I
have before -- but he's about full-up.  It's asking for trouble.  He knows
I'll be pissed, but that won't be enough if he gets worked up."

        "What is this basic problem?" Abigail asked, interested.

        Frank frowned.  Abigail could tell he was wondering why he should
bother, but she waited him out.  "Men in my family have always been hard on
their women -- it's part of who we are.  I guess it isn't modern, but it's
prejudice and behavior that's been passed down from generation to generation.
Pa met Ma and they seemed to be okay, but Ma liked to spark.  Pa liked it
because it offered more opportunities for them to tussle, I think, but as
time went on, Ma got more and more sparky -- and more and more serious about
it and they started going at it tooth and nail.  One night, shit went totally
downhill, and Ma took a run at Pa with a knife, then left -- and didn't come
back.  Pa saw that as a betrayal -- both parts -- and that meant women were
treacherous.  I know better -- he just fucked up and then didn't adapt or fix
the problem -- but he's given women Hell ever since."

        Abigail pursed her lips.  "So you can't take Miriam home overnight
and enjoy her for fear that she'll incur your father's wrath and his sexual
advances."

        Frank pursed his lips.  "Yeah, basically.  Slut knows what's going on
and has standing instructions on how to deal with it, and I know she could
handle it once or twice -- but it would set a pattern, and once Pa gets
started, he goes overboard and he has no fucking sense.  He's tested a few
women over the years -- until they broke."

        "What if you brought him something -- a surrogate that he could work
off his excess aggression on?" Abigail asked.

        "Yeah, right!  Where am I gonna find anyone dumb enough..."  He wound
down.  "You're shitting me, right?"

        "No."  Abigail looked away.  "I've been abused by experts -- for
years and years.  Frankly, I'm not sure I'll ever get used to just sex, no
matter how good it is.  I expect some pain to go with it.  Watching the three
of you...  set something off in me."

        "Look, compared to Pa I'm a sweet guy..."

        "My father made my husband marry me," Abigail related.  "He forced
Tom to accept me, but he didn't force him to be faithful and he COULDN'T
force him to love me.  I've lived in an atmosphere of anger and resentment,
hatred and abuse for my entire adult life -- I can, no doubt, deal with your
father -- at least for one night."

        "He'll want to..."  Frank shut up; Abigail just eyed him calmly, the
way Miriam eyed him when he unloaded something outlandish on her.  "Well,
shit -- it's your funeral."

        "Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll toss a dress on and
throw a few things in an overnight bag," Abigail said quietly.  "I'm going to
go tell Janice now that I'll be out overnight."

        Frank shrugged.  "Okay..."

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        There was a tap on Janice's bedroom door.  "Dear?"  Before she and
Mark could spring apart, Janice's mother stuck her head inside.  "Oh, good,"
was her response to the couple's cuddle.  "Are you staying the night?"

        "Yeah."  Mark nodded, his eyes hooded.

        "Good.  I'm going with Frank and Miriam to Frank's house.  It seems
that Frank's father has special needs..."

        Janice had no idea what that meant.  "He's crippled?"

        Abigail smiled crookedly.  "Well, emotionally, anyway.  I'll see you
in the morning."

        Janice, puzzled, waved at her mother.  At least she wasn't asking
Mark to leave...

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

        Cindy, Beverly, Tyrone and Otis were at Tyrone's, draped over
furniture and each other watching the 'Cindy and Beverly Show' -- the video
made earlier in the evening at the barn.  Otis was on the couch with Beverly
draped across his lap and Tyrone had a recliner cranked back and Cindy across
his.  Tyrone had the DVD player's controls and wasn't letting the girls miss
a thing, stopping it or backing it up when one of them tried to look away.
The girls were naked and the boys were down to their underwear.  They weren't
being disturbed by Tyrone's parents -- Tyrone's mother had been suborned long
ago, before Tyrone even realized he had powers, and his father was long gone.
Tyrone had had to go to some effort to put his mother back together after he
realized what he'd done to her, but like the boys Amy had attacked during her
awakening, Humpty Dumpty wasn't ever going to go totally back together again.
Sex had never surfaced as an issue between Tyrone and his mother, but comfort
had, more than once, when he was younger.  Velma Baker had let the boys in,
taken one look and said, "White chicks?"

        Tyrone had said, "Yeah," -- and that had been the end of it.

        The purpose of this exercise was to entertain the boys and cement
their position in the minds of the girls -- it was one thing to do what
they'd done and another to watch themselves doing it.  Tyrone was reinforcing
things with Beverly by the simple expedient of looking over periodically and
saying, "Hey, scratch my shin, willya?  I don't want Cindy to have to get up.
Then, while Beverly was in contact, he or Otis would pass some imperative.
Beverly was 'cooked,' anyway; Tyrone could walk away at any time and leave
her to Otis and not worry -- he'd even instituted something similar for Otis
to his secondary draw, in that Beverly now found Otis' pheromones to be
hypnotically pleasurable.  Beverly was thoroughly imprinted with Otis, and
only one such as Tyrone could erase it...

        They were watching Rudy and Frog fuck the girls on video and Otis
rumbled, "Y'all are just natural born sluts -- ain't you glad you finally got
around to this?"  He cuddled Beverly to him and she snuggled in, not saying
anything, but believing it, anyway.  There really wasn't anything she could
disagree with in the comment, since she was watching herself on video and
remembering enjoying it.

        Otis lifted his hand away from the breast he was squeezing and said,
"Go sit on Tyrone's cock, Babe -- you owe him a fuck."

        Tyrone rubbed Cindy's ass and said, "You go make Otis' dick happy,
Baby.  Go on..."

        Cindy ventured meekly, "I'm a little sore, Tyrone..."

        "This isn't about you, Baby, it's about doing what you're told.  Now
go on..."  He popped her on the butt -- not hard.  Any resistance in Cindy
bled away; only the fact that she really WAS sore had allowed her to object.
She got up and moved over to Otis, leaning down to help her girlfriend up off
Otis' lap.

        "You treat Tyrone good, Bev," she admonished.

        "You make Otis' cock happy," Beverly returned, getting up.  "Not TOO
happy, though -- I don't want him to come looking for you instead of me..."

        Otis grinned from ear to ear, grabbing Beverly's arm.  "Come here,
Babe -- give Papa a kiss."  Beverly leaned down and sucked in Otis' tongue
for a moment before he sent her on her way.

        "How do you want me?" Cindy asked.

        "Just sit on it and bounce, for now," Otis replied.  "Watch the
video."

        Tyrone brought the recliner to an upright position and nodded over at
where Cindy was already settling over Otis' upright erection and said, "That
works."  Beverly nodded and braced herself on the chair arms, allowing Tyrone
to rub his cock along her split and seat it.

        Otis looked over and admonished, "You give Tyrone everything you
would give me, Babe."  Beverly nodded distractedly as she began to settle
over Tyrone's cock.  Tyrone mustered the attention span to eye Cindy.

        "You do the same," he directed.

        "Yes, Tyrone."

        Both girls were steadily rising and falling on the cocks of their sex
partners when Velma bustled in.  "You boys need anything?" she asked, her
head moving up and down, tracking Beverly as she impaled herself on Tyrone's
cock.

        "Maybe some drinks, Mama," Tyrone replied.  "Fucking is thirsty
work."

        Both girls wanted to die from embarrassment, but neither stopped what
she was doing.

        "They be pretty fine looking white bitches," Velma ventured.  "Where
did you get them?"

        "Somebody asked us to give them an attitude adjustment," Tyrone
puffed.  Beverly was getting into what she was doing -- and weirdly, the
conversation was making her hot.  He rubbed the saddle of the brunette's
back.  "They had a bad rep for bein' uppity.  I think we've got that under
control, mostly."

        "Looks like it," Velma opined.  "I like the blonde."

        "Good -- she's mine.  I'm just borrowing Bev, here, from Otis,"
Tyrone replied.  "We got a real fine video of them getting broke in, there --
want us to restart it for you?"

        "I dunno," Velma replied.  "This shit is already enough to make an
old woman wish she had a dick to play with."  This wasn't a hint -- as has
been indicated, Velma wasn't normal -- the whole conversation wouldn't have
been possible if she was.  But incest was something Tyrone had set a block
on; it could have been open season on Otis, but somehow it never had been.
Otis' father had been the recipient of Velma's charms on several occasions,
since Tyrone and Otis had to step somewhat more carefully around him, and she
made a fine bribe.  Otis' mother was also under control, but it had been more
consciously applied -- and as a result, they generally didn't have much to
worry about, since her primary mission was keeping Otis' father happy.

        "Well, bring us the drinks and we'll see what we can come up with,"
Tyrone puffed.

        "Your pussy be some pretty good shit, Cindy," Otis puffed, rubbing
her back.  He wasn't going to have any problem getting a nut...

        "Thank you," Cindy gasped distractedly.  Like Beverly, the idea of
Tyrone's mother watching her fuck added significantly to her arousal for some
odd reason.  If asked, Tyrone wouldn't have been sure about how that came
about, but he'd seen it before and was pretty sure it got implanted with the
other things.   Orgasm hovered close for Cindy as a result.  The minor pains
of her abuse over the course of the evening were unable to compete with her
arousal -- and as a result, became additive.  On screen, Rudy was fucking
her; she watched his hips snap, not knowing who he was.  To her, Rudy was
just the unknown owner of a camera and a cock...

        Velma returned just in time to watch Cindy shudder and whine her way
through an orgasm.  Otis, close to the edge himself, kept her moving until
she seemed to be recovered, then pushed her off, grunting, "Suck down my
load!  Hurry!"  Cindy got herself reoriented and pulled in Otis' cock,
allowing him to manhandle her head in order to get what he needed to get
himself off without thought.  Otis impaled her throat and began to pulse,
growling.

        Beverly, watching, slid over the top, her eyes rolling up in her head
as she jammed herself urgently onto Tyrone's cock.  She was already used to
Otis' slightly larger member -- and missed it -- but Tyrone had everything
she needed.  Tyrone, tuned into her, lit off himself, pouring semen into her
in long pulses, grunting.

        Velma, caught up in the scene and Tyrone's emanations as he
ejaculated, couldn't help herself; groaning, she blatantly rubbed her crotch.
"Gawd, I'm gonna die!"

        "Sit on the couch, Mama, and raise your legs..."  Tyrone popped
Beverly gently on the butt to get her moving.  "Cindy, shift over and give
Mama's twat a lick -- she's family..."  Cindy gave Tyrone a look -- this was
new territory -- but the battle of wills was only milliseconds in length.
Tyrone reached down to rub the saddle of her back while Cindy pulled aside
the crotch of his mother's panties and began to lick.  "Watch the movie,
Mama."

        "I'd rather have Otis' dick, but...  Uuuunhhh!  This will do!" Velma
gasped.

        "Sorry, I'm a quart low," Otis rumbled, giving Tyrone a look that
said, 'Is she serious?'

        Tyrone shrugged and said, "Maybe his daddy will come by tomorrow,
Mama.  Get you some from Cindy for now.  Isn't she cute?  I'm gonna keep
her..."

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