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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 30 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 mc ir oral

Chapter 30

	Harmon entered his kitchen and froze.  Noreen was standing at the
stove wearing a T-shirt and panties, turning bacon with a fork, humming.  He
turned to Mack, "How did SHE get here?"

	"Donna?  I brought her home."

	"Oh.  I thought for a second she was Noreen..."

	"Wishful thinking, Pop?" Mack's eyes glinted.

	"Let's not go there," Harmon growled.

	Donna turned around, putting her unfettered breasts on display
through the thin T-shirt.  "Momma would probably be thrilled to death."

	"That's part of what makes her so scary," Harmon retorted, averting
his eyes.  The mother and daughter were as alike as two peas in a pod -- and
his cock was all twisted up, trying to erect in his jeans.  "I'll be in the
other room."  He got out of there.

	"Wow!  He's REALLY nervous!" Donna declared.  "That's not the guy who
almost bent me over the couch!"

	"Well, it is and it isn't," Mack grinned.  "You remind him a lot of
your mother -- which I guess makes sense -- and she got him to do things he
just doesn't do!  He OBVIOUSLY came home alone last night, too, which could
have a couple of reasons -- and one of them MIGHT be that your mom set him on
his ear..."

	"Why don't they just hook up?" Donna asked innocently.

	"Pop seems to think your mom would be pumping out half-brothers and
half-sisters for both of us in no time if he did.  She's not on birth control
and he isn't cut and she ALREADY got him to do her without a rubber four
times!  Pop says she's a succubus.  I think it's more like a vampire bite --
I think she's calling to him, and he's trying to fight it."

	"So..."

	"If we put them in the same room, they'd fuck like bunnies!" Mac
grinned.  "What do YOU think?"

	"I think you're right," Donna replied, smiling crookedly.  Then she
grinned from ear to ear.  "Something anonymous -- like a really dark room?"

	"Oh, MAN!"  Mac roared with laughter.

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	There were eight of them in the big horseshoe booth at the back of
Wimpy's, and it was in the slack period before the lunch crowd came in.
"Okay, guys, it's like this," Tyrone announced.  "The video is out there,
already -- or chunks of it, anyway.  You guys," he waved at Marcel, Rudy,
Frog and Slick, "are, like, highly visible in the clip that got released.
That kind of puts you out there, in the limelight.  I talked to the people we
did this for this morning and did a deal with them to keep Otis and I out of
things, but I couldn't bust you out.  Obviously, if you guys go bragging,
you'll fuck yourselves up -- and each other -- because you KNOW Cindy and
Beverly's folks are gonna be out for blood!"

	"Man, that sucks!" Rudy ranted.

	"Yeah, I know.  Look, the official tale is that Otis and I busted in
and broke Cindy and Beverly out -- which explains why we're keeping them --
but you guys are in the wind if you say anything.  But I've got a little
something to offer to make things less fucked up..." Tyrone set the hook.

	"Yeah?  Like what?" Marcel rasped.  "I was hopin'..."  Marcel wanted
it out there that he'd fucked Cindy and Beverly in the worst way -- because
it would be good for his reputation, and maybe get him another piece or two.

	"Cindy and Beverly's folks will be looking for you, Man!" Otis
erupted.  "If they finger you, you'll be somebody's bitch at the county
jail!"

	Marcel flinched.  Otis didn't know it, but he'd hit a serious
nerve...

	"Okay, well, we have problems, too," Tyrone noted.  "If we continue
to hang out with you guys and try to hang onto Cindy and Beverly at the same
time, shit will fall apart and we'll ALL end up at county!  That being the
case, Otis and I are gonna have to go oreo..."

	"Good luck with THAT!" Rudy snorted.  Slick grinned.

	"Well, we're gonna make a run for it, anyway -- it might be the deal
that hooks us up to the gravy train.  So, no offense, but we're outta here --
things are gonna get a little stiff.  That gangsta crap is bullshit, anyway,
around here -- it's just a game."  Tyrone shifted his eyes to Patty and
Simone, who had been sitting quietly by.  "There are complications, though --
we can't run whores, you know?  They'd get us for that.  Otis and I need to
be squeaky..."

	"So..." Marcel looked at the pair of cunts sitting between Tyrone and
Otis.

	"So which one do you want, Marcel?  Patty or Simone?  They're our
going away present, like.  You and Rudy keep 'em and you run 'em, and every
once in a while, you mail Otis and I, say, twenty-five percent of the
take..."

	"What about me and Frog?" Slick ranted.

	"Free pussy," Tyrone replied.  "Marcel, you and Rudy make Patty and
Simone give it up to Slick and Frog for free once or twice a week.  That's
the best I can do, because there are only two of them."

	"Well..."  Frog was philosophical about it.  Pussy was pussy...

	"I don't want to run no whores," Rudy grunted.  "Too much shit.  I'll
take pussy, though."

	"Slick?"  Tyrone made the offer.

	"Yeh.  Cool."  Slick nodded agreement.

	"So, Marcel?" Otis eyed him.

	"Patty."

	"Done," Tyrone declared.  "Slick, you get Simone.  Any problem with
that?"

	"Nope."

	"Rudy and Frog got rights -- once a week apiece, anyway.  Agreed?"

	"Yeah, cool," Marcel nodded.  "Not on Friday or Saturday -- we want
their asses fuckin' johns on Friday and Saturday."  Tyrone collected nods of
agreement from Rudy and Frog.

	Tyrone put his hand on Patty's back.  "Patty, you been listening?"

	"Uh huh."  Patty, thoroughly indoctrinated, would have sat through a
discussion regarding how thick the spit would have to be to support her
weight while she was being slow-roasted.

	"Okay, Honey.  You belong to Marcel now.  Anything you would have
done for me or Otis, you do for Marcel.  Understand?"

	"Uh huh."

	"If Frog or Rudy comes by, looking or a piece, you give them the good
stuff, understand?  You like Frog and Rudy -- they get pussy, no charge.
Okay?"

	"Okay!"  Patty smiled at Frog and Rudy.  Frog and Rudy smiled back.

	Tyrone turned to Simone.  "Simone, Honey, you belong to Slick.  You
work for Slick.  Slick owns your holes.  Anything you would have done for me
or Otis, you do for Slick -- okay?"

	"Okay!"  Simone nodded.

	"You like Frog and Rudy, too, Simone -- just like Patty does.  Frog
and Rudy are special -- Got that?"

	"Uh huh!"  Simone smiled at Frog and Rudy.

	"Okay, are we square?" Tyrone asked.  Otis glared at the others from
next to them to add a certain element of coercion, but the guys all nodded.
"Okay, then.  I now pronounce you pimps and whores.  Let us out, Guys -- we
have to go hook up with our new girlfriends."  Tyrone and Otis slid out of
the booth and the other occupants rearranged themselves.  Before Otis and
Tyrone got to the table where Cindy and Beverly were patiently awaiting them,
Slick was pawing Simone's big titties while she rubbed Frog's cock, and
Marcel was undoing Patty's bra while she kissed Rudy, rubbing his lap.

	Tyrone grasped Cindy's hand.  "Do you want to eat, Baby, or do you
want me to take you home?"  He'd already adjusted the girls' memories of the
night before.  Somewhere, deep down, they knew that Tyrone and Otis had taken
their cherries -- but if asked, they were conditioned to relate that
anonymous rapists had done it.  Frankly, there was no obvious connection for
the girls -- they hadn't SEEN Tyrone and Otis, just a bunch of guys in masks.
The only difference between their memories and reality was a kind of gray
area in their memory that led them to being suddenly in a van with Tyrone and
Otis, escaping their attackers.

	"Take me home, please, Sweetheart?" Cindy asked sweetly.

	"Sure, Baby..."  The hard part was coming.  This would either fly or
it wouldn't.  Both girls had considerable shock and horror hanging out there,
thinly papered-over, from their ordeal.  Tyrone intended to let that out on
the way to Cindy's house, so they were properly traumatized when delivered to
their parents.

	Tyrone hadn't released the video -- Toby had.  Tyrone had texted to
Toby's throwaway phone from one he bought in a convenience store that morning
-- and promptly destroyed, after getting Toby's agreement.  The carefully
edited video was streaming from a Russian server having been uploaded from
ANOTHER Russian server that received the file from a Polish server that got
it from an anonymous... well, you get the idea.  The links were forwarded to
a couple of Facebook pages belonging to some classmates who didn't hold Cindy
and Beverly in high regard -- again anonymously; by mid-afternoon, the server
would have a couple of thousand hits...

	Tyrone drove right up the Simpson's semicircular driveway and he and
Otis helped the girls -- who were bawling lustily -- out of the car.  The
servant who answered the door got a brusque, "Would you please bring Mr. and
Mrs. Simpson?  Something terrible has happened..."

	Ten minutes later, the Ellises had been called and were on their way.
Cindy and Beverly had managed to hysterically relate bits and pieces of their
story -- and refused to be pried away from Tyrone and Otis under any
circumstances.  By the time the Ellises had arrived, Tyrone already had his
hooks in Elaine Simpson and she was cooperating fully, keeping Hobart (don't
call me Bart!) Simpson III from ejecting the two black boys -- who he was
suspicious of -- from his home.

	On arrival, Maureen Ellis turned out to be even more malleable -- and
Norman Ellis lacked Hobart's prejudices; Otis was a shoo-in!

	The official tale was that the girls had been lured to a van and
abducted (neither of them could afford to admit they'd walked into the setup
with their eyes wide open), then abused and raped by multiple unknown persons
-- at which point, Tyrone and Otis had descended upon the scene and whisked
them away to safety and bubble baths and gentle care...  The latter HAD
occurred, early that morning, while Tyrone and Otis tried to get the marker
off the pair, so the memories were authentic.

	Tyrone's tale was that he and Otis had been out at an after-hours
club (yes, illegally -- copping to a lesser charge makes a good lie more
believable) when a guy they didn't know asked them if they'd like to go to a
party.  The party had turned out to be the gang-bang; Tyrone and Otis had
recognized Cindy and Beverly and made the snatch while everybody was lying
around sated -- but the damage had been done long since.  They'd stolen the
'red' van used to bring them to the site and had driven around, totally lost,
for an hour or so before finding recognizable landmarks -- the place was
probably in the next town over, but Tyrone wasn't sure.  Maybe someone from
Millis was pissed because the football team had kicked their asses?  They'd
taken the girls to Tyrone's and cleaned them up -- Cindy and Beverly had
insisted that they not go to the police -- cuddled them and let them rest for
a few hours, and brought them home.

	Hobart, try as he might, couldn't find anything to sink his teeth
into.  Cindy swore every word was true and refused to be peeled off that
black boy, Tyrone!  Elaine was angry with him for not treating any facet of
the situation more importantly than the fact that the boys were black!
"That's your daughter in there!  She was raped!  All you can do is complain
because of the color of her rescuer's skin?!" Elaine snarled.  She and
Maureen had both wedged themselves onto the couch to be with the girls -- and
incidentally with the boys.  No wonder they wanted to cuddle those boys --
they were so muscular and hot...  That Tyrone's cologne was absolutely
captivating...  Elaine couldn't get enough of him, although she couldn't
admit it.

	Then Tyrone got a text from a friend -- an innocent friend -- that
said, 'Hey, check this out!  A couple of cheerleader bitches had themselves a
party!'  There was an associated link...  "Uh oh!  Sir, would you happen to
have a computer?  I think we want to see this..."  He held up the phone and
Hobart snatched it.

	"There is a game console attached to a big screen TV in the room with
the home theater," Hobart announced, leading them off.  Tyrone and Otis
literally carried the girls.

	For the adults, the video was like a train wreck -- they couldn't
stop it and they couldn't tear their eyes away from it!  It was horrifying
and disgusting -- and embarrassingly arousing!  Maureen Ellis sat in one of
the plush reclining seats with Cindy huddled against Tyrone on one side and
Beverly clutching Otis similarly on the other -- and although she was trying
to just console Cindy and Beverly, she seemed to be rubbing all four of them
indiscriminately.  Norman sat behind her and rubbed her shoulders -- and at
one point she embarrassed herself by dragging his hand to her breast before
she realized what she was doing.  Elaine sat on the far side of her daughter
and her rescuer and seemed similarly engaged; Hobart sat behind her and
listened to his daughter pointing and saying, "See, Daddy?  See?"

	Yeah, Hobart could see, all right.  Toby had contrived to get some
footage of Tyrone and Otis -- nothing with a face in it, or even an obviously
recognizable appendage.  Why?  Because both girls had gotten orgasms from
Tyrone and Otis -- highly visible ones!  The other fucks -- Frog and Marcel
and Slick and Rudy -- didn't have any highly visible orgasms associated with
them, so Toby had spliced in some key moments for both girls, making it look
like Marcel and Rudy had turned them into sluts!  Both of them were caught
screaming and creaming over the black cocks of their attackers...  Hobart sat
through the whole thing and then turned to his daughter, accusing, "If it was
such a terrible rape, how come you enjoyed it?"

	"I--  We--  They..."  Cindy's eyes got huge and she buried her face
in Tyrone's neck and wailed!

	"Hobart!  You sonofabitch!"  Elaine spun in her seat and slapped him!
"How could you?"

	"Well, it's right there!" Hobart rasped.  "Our sweet, innocent
daughter had at least two orgasms during this little party!  I'm going to
hunt these boys down like dogs and get them tried for rape with THIS for
evidence?  Can you IMAGINE the scandal?"  He eyed Tyrone in exasperation --
from the looks of things, Cindy was totally into black cock, so he might as
well not bother trying to separate her from this one...

	Tyrone read him like a book; all he had to do now was be properly
respectful and Hobart Simpson III would roll over and play Big Daddy...  "I'm
sure she didn't mean to, Sir..."

	"Oh, shut up!" Hobart rasped.  "I'm going to get a drink!  Would
anyone else like one?"  Norman took Maureen's order and followed him to the
bar in the next room.

	"This is a disaster!" Hobart ranted.  "The girls are ruined at
school, and they're pasted all over that pair!  THAT won't go away..."

	"Does it matter, then?"  Norman watched his host toss back a tumbler
of single-malt Scotch and pour another.

	"Not now, it doesn't!  How do you chase these things on the
Internet?" Hobart whined.

	"The URL is Russian -- there's no stopping it and no getting at it,"
Norman sighed.  "And Beverly was as bad or worse.  All I can be grateful for
is the fact that she apparently won't be too traumatized to have sex..."

	"They LOOK like a pair of total sluts!" Hobart whined.  "How do you
fake that?  I don't think you can!"

	"That look on Beverly's face while that boy sodomized her...  I think
you're right -- either they were drugged, or just so into it..." Norman
husked, thinking, 'Is it awful to want to see that look on her face with your
own cock buried between her ass cheeks?  Yeah, of course -- she's my
daughter...'  The image of Beverly humping back against that cock with that
look in her eyes haunted him, though.  "What do you have for wine?" he asked,
changing the subject.

	Meanwhile, in the media room, Cindy was blubbering, "I'm sorry,
Momma!  Most of the time it was scary and terrible and sometimes it hurt --
bad!  But sometimes..."

	"Shhhh, Baby...  I'm glad you're not totally ruined.  We'll get you
to therapy, okay?  I'd rather you liked it than for you to be totally
traumatized and not like boys..." Elaine murmured, rubbing Cindy's shoulder.

	"I like boys -- some boys..."  Cindy burrowed herself tighter against
Tyrone.  "I like some boys a LOT!"  She slid her hand under Tyrone's shirt
and started kissing his neck.

	Elaine watched, aghast.  "Have you...?"

	Tyrone looked her in the eye and whispered, "A gentleman doesn't
tell."

	Elaine needed no further proof!  "Don't let Hobart see this!" she
hissed.

	"Behave yourself, Baby," Tyrone murmured, stroking Cindy's back.  "We
don't want your daddy to freak..."  Cindy pouted, but she let up, then turned
to regard her mother with untroubled eyes.

	Maureen, having watched this byplay, turned to her daughter.  Beverly
leaned forward and whispered, "He's wonderful!  You have no idea!"  Maureen
shifted her eyes to Otis' and Beverly giggled, "Don't let Daddy see you with
that look on your face!"  Then she leaned up and whispered unnecessarily in
Otis' ear, "Momma wants you!"

	"Babe..." Otis admonished.  Beverly relaxed against him, watching her
mother with bright eyes.

	"Has everyone settled down some?" Hobart asked, passing Elaine a
glass of white wine.

	"Have you?" Elaine retorted.

	"Yes."  Hobart was testy.  "I thank you boys for your efforts, even
if they came apparently too late."

	"Well," Tyrone replied.  "Who knew how long it might have gone on?
After all, they were recruiting more talent..."

	"Ahem, yes..."  Hobart eyed him.  "Was this your first party of this
type?"

	"Hobart!" Elaine erupted.

	"Yes it was, Sir," Tyrone replied, eyeing him steadily.  "Based on my
actions, I probably won't be invited back."  Unaccountably, for most, Beverly
giggled.  Hobart frowned at her and abandoned the line of questioning.

	"Given that... Tyrone... here got this from a school chum, I don't
see how we can rescue your reputations, girls," Hobart said heavily.  "We
can't close down the server, for instance, so the details of this little
party are going to become general knowledge."

	"Yes, Daddy."  Cindy sniffled a little.

	"Trying to chase down the miscreants would probably cause a media
circus and make things worse, don't you think?" Hobart asked the girls,
"Especially given the, ahem, ambiguous nature of the activity and the
unambiguous nature of your responses?"  The adult women frowned at this, but
Cindy and Beverly looked puzzled.

	Tyrone explained it, "Your daddy is saying that it doesn't look much
like rape and you looked like you enjoyed it.  The guys who did it would
probably get off, so it's kind of dumb to try to chase them down..."

	"Oh."  Cindy looked penitent.  "You're probably right, Daddy.  Bev?"

	"I think so, too," Beverly agreed, nodding.

	"Given the damage to your reputations that will result, I don't know
where you'll find suitable..." Hobart began.

	"Boyfriends?" Cindy blurted.  "Daddy, are you BLIND?"

	Hobart opened his mouth to reply, but Elaine glared at him and he
shut it, then muttered, "No..."  He took a breath, then added, "It might tend
to confirm the impressions that the video will lead some people to..."

	"So I give up Tyrone so I can look squeaky clean, knowing it isn't
going to work, anyway?" Cindy snarled.  "No thanks -- I think keeping Tyrone
is a MUCH better solution!"  She shook her head.  "Jeez, Daddy, this isn't
the sixties!  We don't have separate water fountains, and if Tyrone sits in
the back of the bus it isn't because he has to!"

	"Fine!" Hobart threw up his hands, admitting defeat.  "I withdraw my
objection."

	Cindy sighed.  "Go away, Daddy.  I want to do some things with my
boyfriend that you would probably disapprove of even if he was white..."

	"Like what?" Hobart clouded up.

	"Not THAT!"  Cindy pouted.  "I'm a little sore..."

	"You need a nice bubble bath, Princess," Tyrone murmured.

	"Daddy won't want you to wash my back..." Cindy giggled, eyeing her
father.

	Hobart emptied his tumbler of whisky and told Elaine, "She's YOUR
problem!  I've had enough!" and stalked out.

	"You really shouldn't beard your father like that," Elaine
remonstrated insincerely.

	"Mama, I'll do worse than that if he doesn't let up on Tyrone!" Cindy
insisted.  "Tyrone's mama was very nice to me -- and he's been a total
asshole!"

	Elaine looked troubled.  "You boys should probably...  Hey!  What
about the Jacuzzi?!"

	"Perfect!" Cindy cooed.

	"Kewl!" Beverly echoed.

	"I didn't bring a suit..." Maureen murmured.

	"Oh, Momma!  We don't wear suits in ours!" Beverly retorted.  "I
NEVER wear a suit when I'm with Cindy, at my house OR here!  What's the
problem?"  She whirled on her father, "Daddy..."

	"We're talking both sexes here, Honey," Norman noted.

	"You'll be there, right?" Beverly asked innocently.

	Norman bit the inside of his cheek.  "Well..."  He eyed his wife, who
wrinkled her nose and nodded.  "Okay."

	Moments later, they trooped by the bar, the girls leading the boys by
the hand and the adults following.  "Now what?" Hobart rasped.

	"We're going for a soak in the Jacuzzi," Elaine related.

	"All of you?"

	"Don't you think that should be enough chaperonage?" Elaine queried
snidely.

	"Oh all right!" Hobart snapped.  "I'm going..."  'I'm going to take
this DVD I made of those black boys fucking my daughter somewhere and jerk
off to it!' he thought, as he watched Elaine walk on, clearly uninterested in
his plans.  "I'll be at the carriage house -- I need to clear my head!"

	Elaine turned and pursed her lips, eyeing him.  "You do that, Hobart.
This thing has you bouncing off the walls."  'If you think I don't know about
that little mechanic/driver of yours, you're even dumber than I think you
are!' she added mentally.  'Cindy has to stay away from black boys, but YOU
don't...'  She turned back and swept on out.

	The males and females used separate changing rooms in the pool house,
but everyone came out wearing just a towel.  Beverly sidled up to Otis and
rubbed his cock through the towel.  "Better be cool, Babe," Otis murmured.
"Things are going real good -- we don't want to fuck it up.  Your daddy's a
problem..."

	"You weren't watching Daddy while he watched the video, my love,"
Beverly whispered back.  "Daddy wants me.  That scene where whoever it was
did my ass?  You should have seen his face!"

	"That was hot, Babe!"  Otis whispered back.  "Your eyes got all
smoky...  Besides, you know who took all of your cherries, don't you?"
Tyrone, standing next to him, flashed him a warning glance -- they needed to
keep that under wraps for now.  They could open it up later -- and the girls
would actually be thrilled to death -- but they needed to remain ignorant for
a while...

	"No, who?" Beverly asked.

	"Oh, I thought you did," Otis amended, "Sorry."

	"Are we gonna have a problem with your mama?" Tyrone asked Cindy.

	"Well, she wants you," Cindy whispered back.  "EVERYBODY wants you,
Sweetheart."

	"Your daddy doesn't," Tyrone whispered back.

	"He would if you liked boys.  Daddy is a total hypocrite.  After the
video, I'll probably have to fend him off, too," Cindy whispered back.

	"Your daddy likes boys?"

	"Daddy's a perv from way back," Cindy replied.  "He has this young
black guy who works on his cars -- and Daddy works on his ass.  He likes to
have his stick shift licked, too.  And, like I said, after the video, it's
gonna be open season on me..."

	"What about your mama?"

	"She knows -- about the black guy, anyway, and probably a bunch of
other things.  She might not put two and two together over me, but..."

	"Do I fuck her?"

	"She won't replace me, will she?"  Cindy caressed his cheek.

	"Not likely, Baby.  Not likely at all."

	"I don't care if she gets happy, then."

	Tyrone nodded to himself.  This was a serious test of his control --
he'd backed Cindy and Beverly off quite a bit so they could act normal and
worked to replace mere obedience with affection.  Theoretically, properly
alienated, they could slip the leash, even given the underlying imperatives
-- but given what he was seeing in Cindy's family, it wasn't likely.  In
fact, watching her mother and father go at it provided him with some
insights...

	Norman had gone ahead -- he had a modesty problem.  Actually, he had
a hardon.  No one but Norman really cared.  Elaine and Maureen had stopped to
talk -- but Tyrone didn't need to be a fly on the wall to know what about.
They came out of their side of the pool house looking carnivorous.  Tyrone
wondered how they expected to get past Norman...  The foursome stopped
leaning against each other and the pool house wall and moved forward to
intercept the older women at the pool.

	The Jacuzzi was circular and fairly roomy.  Norman had settled
opposite the steps.  Beverly dropped her towel and made sure her father saw
EVERYTHING as she came down the steps and moved to settle on his left.  Otis
followed, revealing his erection and taking Beverly's left.  Maureen went
next and was headed for Norman's right when Beverly flicked her eyes and
nodded left, at which point she veered and settled next to Otis.  Cindy came
next, and settled on Norman's right, followed by Tyrone, who settled to
Cindy's right -- and Elaine brought up the rear, settling to Tyrone's right.
They probably could have fit five more people -- especially if someone sat on
the steps -- so Elaine and Maureen sat facing one another.  Maureen grinned.

	"This is so nice!" Cindy sighed.  "Thank you, Mama, for thinking of
it!"

	"You're welcome, Dear," Elaine replied.  "I figured we could all use
some relaxation."

	"Are you sore, Baby?  Can I rub you somewhere?" Tyrone asked.

	"It's inside mostly," Cindy murmured back.  "I'm gonna sit on a jet
and see if it gets in there...  But you can rub me ANYWHERE, Sweetheart!"
She shifted a bit, looking for that jet, and settled lower in the tub, having
found one.

	"How long have you two known one another?" Elaine asked.

	"Two, three years," Tyrone replied.  "We run in different circles --
or we did.  Now maybe we'll make our own."  He cradled one of Cindy's breasts
under the water.  Norman couldn't miss it, but he didn't do anything; one of
Cindy's legs was draped over his.

	"How long...?" Elaine pressed.

	Tyrone frowned.  "That sort of happened as a result of the party.  We
were trying to get them to relax -- help them over the humps.  We did bubble
bath, gentle massage...  Somehow, things got away from us...  She seemed to
need it -- validation or something."

	"Is that working?" Beverly asked Cindy.

	"Oh, yeah..." Cindy 's voice said it all; it was almost a moan.
Beverly slid off the bench and went hunting, deliberately trapping Norman's
OTHER leg.  The jet that mirrored the one pulsing water into Cindy's open
vagina had a twin on Beverly's side...

	"You two seem to have... clicked..." Elaine noted.

	"He's wonderful!" Cindy gushed.  "Kind, considerate, talented -- I
had no idea!  I can't get enough!"  She began to shake as the water brought
her to orgasm.  "Hold me!" she wailed, her eyed huge as they bored into his.
Then she began to gasp and undulate...  Tyrone scooted just a bit to be able
to brace her and sat there, cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples.
"Kiss me!" she gasped.  "God, I want you, but I hurt..."  Tyrone, unable to
reach her lips, slid a finger between them and she sucked it noisily, her
cheeks hollowing.

	Norman thought he was going to ejaculate!  Watching Cindy masturbate
herself with the water jets was so hot he could barely stand it!  He shifted
his attention to his left and Beverly was there, pressing one of Otis' big
hands to her left breast while he mirrored Tyrone's position shift.
Beverly's nostrils were distended in a closed-mouth pant and her eyes had
that smoky look from the video and they were on her father's!  Norman was
mesmerized -- and totally unprepared for Beverly's hand on his stone-hard
erection under the bubbling water!  "Oh!  So nice!" Beverly gasped -- and
Norman, his eyes huge, stifled a groan as his cock cut loose, pulsing a flood
of white goo over his belly!  He hunkered down a bit to keep the ejaculation
from blasting above the surface and held his breath, his eyes huge, as his
daughter gently pumped his cock with her right hand, encouraging the flood!

	When it stopped, Norman couldn't contain his embarrassment, so he
leaped up, muttering, "This just isn't right -- the water temp or
something..."  He crawled straight out of the tub, snagged a towel and all
but ran for the changing room!

	"I wonder what got into him!" Maureen mused.

	"Lover..."  Beverly gazed up at Otis and he got it.  The water was
good, but unlike Cindy, Beverly couldn't get off on JUST the water.  Otis
reached down and started rubbing her clitoris with three fingers, more or
less masked from Maureen by her position.

	Tyrone WASN'T masked, and Cindy was clearly undulating in orgasm!
The way she was sucking his finger and swaying was HOT and Tyrone's cock
sticking up out of the water next to her head like a periscope was even
hotter!  Tyrone looked at Maureen and his eyes seemed to whirl and glow and
Beverly said, "Come on, Mama -- Daddy's gone..."  Maureen, almost in a
trance, got up and took her husband's place.

	That put her in reach of Tyrone AND Otis.  Tyrone slid a foot over
Maureen's instep and nodded at Otis, and Otis became more obvious in his
efforts to get Beverly off, right under her mother's nose.  "Come on,"
Beverly gasped, "You can play.  I'm a little sore and Otis needs some..."
Otis took Maureen's left hand and settled it on his cock and Maureen gazed
wide-eyed at it and her daughter's lust-distorted face as Otis' fingers
finished the job that the water had started, and Beverly wailed, "Oh, God,
Lover, I'm CUMMING!!!"

	"Sweetheart, let Mama help you..." Cindy husked.  "I'll just
watch..."  Tyrone reached to his right and drew his hand along the inside of
Elaine's thigh and she hissed in surprise -- but went nowhere.  Cindy rolled
over and beckoned.  "Come on, Mama -- you know you want it.  I'll share.
It's mine, though..."  Tyrone backed a bit, making sure Otis still had his
contact, and pulled Elaine against him.  Cindy, kneeling in the water before
him, jacked his cock and looked up at her mother with glowing eyes.  "Isn't
it the most beautiful thing?"

	Maureen looked to her right just as Cindy rolled her lips over
Tyrone's erection.  She looked left and there was Otis', bobbing above the
bubbling surface of the water.  Beverly watched her, smiling, while Otis
settled a big hand gently on Maureen's neck.  He didn't apply any pressure --
he didn't have to!  Maureen went willingly...

	Cindy popped off Tyrone's erection and directed her mother, "Now you
try!  Aunt Maureen didn't wait..."  Elaine leaned up and watched Maureen suck
Otis in.

	If there had been any resistance in her, watching that caused it to
evaporate.  Elaine slid off the seat, knelt up next to her daughter and
sucked in her boyfriend's big, black cock.  Tyrone grinned at Otis and winked
-- it was all over...  After a short warm-up, Otis stood Maureen up, leaning
her over the edge of the Jacuzzi, and pressed his cock home in her, and
Tyrone put Elaine next to her and did the same and their keening cries of
pleasure split the air, masked only somewhat by the bubbling of the Jacuzzi.
By the time they dumped their seed in the older women's quivering cunts, they
could do no wrong...

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