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Chapter 41



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 41 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 BBW D/s exhib voy D/s

Chapter 41

	Meanwhile, Julio had time for second thoughts.  'I'm getting too
dependent upon this... cow.  I promised her another round, but afterward, I
will go home and be shut of her,' he vowed -- then immediately had second
thoughts.  Wasn't a bird in the hand worth two in the bush?  Certainly, he
could find some little fool to talk out of her virginity -- he'd done it
countless times -- but was that sex, compared to what he was doing?  Was he
kidding himself?  Okay, this one was, well, big -- how much did it matter in
the grand scheme of things if she brought him pleasure?  Julio failed to
recognize the signs -- his early dismissal of Kelly and his rude
characterizations of her due to her size and weight were softening while he
rationalized reasons for continuing to 'see' her.  Big among those
rationalizations was the fact that it appeared that it took a big woman to
handle him sexually.  If that's what it took, should he not, then, alter his
standards?

	This conflict was upon him when he buzzed Kelly back into the room.
Kelly, galvanized by her recent conversation with Amy, came on like
gangbusters, immediately going for Julio's cock.  This was probably bigger
with Julio than she even realized, because he LOVED her blowjobs!  She rolled
him onto his back and settled herself between his legs and sucked him in and
fondled his balls and Julio didn't even THINK about fighting it; instead, he
put both hands in her curls and pretended to drive while letting her do as
she would.

	After a minute or so, though, Kelly had a thought, and climbed off
the bed, only to carefully climb back on above Julio.  She didn't ask, and
Julio's first inkling of what was up was Kelly maneuvering her left knee next
to his right shoulder and sweeping her right leg carefully over him.  Then
the aroma hit -- wet pussy!  It was strong, powerful, arousing -- and Julio's
cock, ALREADY hard, turned to solid steel!  "Lick me!" Kelly demanded -- and
Julio didn't even think about it -- his tongue went questing in her slot,
looking for the opening of her vagina and then her clitoris.  Julio had no
more firsthand knowledge of cunnilingus than he'd had of fellatio, but his
fingers knew pussies and he sought those sensitive spots he knew of with his
tongue.  After some early exploration, he sucked Kelly's distended clitoris
between his lips; Kelly went, "ERRRGHMMMMMM!!!" -- and literally swallowed
his cock to the root!

	As good as it was, neither of them wanted Julio to finish that way.
Kelly lifted her lips from his distended cock a couple of minutes later and
husked, "I want you inside me!"  She lurched up off Julio and spun around,
instinctively aware that he would rather have her breasts than her ass to
play with.  She was soaked and open and he was like stone -- sheathing him in
her quaking cunt was a single motion.  Then she began to surge and thrust,
cycling up and back and down and forward, maximizing their pleasure.

	Julio collected her breasts and began playing with them, musing,
'Such big tetas!  I LIKE big tetas!  Nothing wrong with big ones -- nothing
at all...'  It was just another step in his adjustment -- the fact that they
sagged without support was now irrelevant.  He rubbed her erected nipples and
Kelly panted and groaned and he was pleased with himself and with her.

	Primed as she was by Julio's tongue, Kelly erupted in orgasm in mere
seconds.  The results from Julio's perspective were exquisite, but
paradoxically, the blowjob kept him from erupting in response.  The two
plowed on, Julio actually carrying the ball for a few moments while Kelly
twitched and shuddered in sensory overload by heaving himself up into her
from below.  When Kelly was able to resume control, he allowed it, since her
cycle actually provided superior pleasure for both of them.

	Julio hung in for Kelly's second orgasm of the session, too, but her
third brought for an eruption of his seed as he matched her, thrust for
thrust, a pulse for rolling pulsation of her inner walls.  Then she flopped
forward, panting, "Rest, Lover -- stay the night!" in his ear.

	Her lips on his neck gave him chills, her stiff nipples poked his
lower ribs, and she covered him like a heavy quilt.  Lassitude settled over
him and he nodded, mindlessly nibbling her shoulder.

	Kelly surged up to hunt the intercom, inadvertently presenting Julio
with a hanging nipple that he collected with his lips as it dragged across
his face and started suckling.  "Hey, guys?  We're staying the night.  Send
'em home."

	"Okay," the voice on the other end replied.  "Sleep well."

	Julio, who momentarily balked while trying to figure out how to
silently object, subsided; it was too late, anyway.  Kelly rearranged herself
slightly off-side so that Julio could continue to chew her nipple and cooed,
"I'll give you forty-five minutes to stop that..." while rubbing his neck.

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	"So, when?" Randy asked.

	"You guys go on home -- tomorrow, Julio won't need a van ride.  We'll
get Abby to take them both home when she gets in," Toby assured Randy,
Bernice and Wanda.  "Don't worry -- we'll get the big scene on video for
everyone's enjoyment.  Would you guys chase Terence and Bonita down for us
and let them know?"

	"Sure."  Randy nodded and headed out, then stuck his head back in the
room.  "Can we, uh, borrow a room first?"

	"Yeah, sure," Toby nodded.  "Let me know where you went so Abby or
Tabitha can clean up."  Randy nodded and headed out.

	Five minutes later, Terence and Bonita hurtled in.  "When are you
gonna lower the boom?" Terence demanded.

	"It's all set up," Amy replied.  "I had a talk with Kelly and she
knows what is going to happen and how to handle it -- and she's working on
him with all that in mind.  They're gonna do it again -- early morning at the
latest -- and we'll pick the moment.  Don't worry -- we'll get it ALL on
video!"

	"I wanted to see it go down as it happened," Terence groused.

	<Julio must really get under Terence's skin,> Toby mused, <He just
isn't that aggressive, normally.>

	Amy sampled Terence.  <He's angry over the dismissive way Julio
treats Bonita and her mother, as well as his assumption that he's superior to
Terence -- mostly the former.>

	<That figures -- Terence is pretty selfless, generally.  But he can
get pissed...>  Toby remembered a certain incident involving himself,
Terence, Sally, and Lon...  Amy, able to read it due to their connection, hid
a smile -- but couldn't hide the mental component of her amusement.  Toby
suppressed a flicker of irritation -- it wasn't funny from HIS perspective.

	"You can hang out," Toby chided, "but you'd better do something about
Bonita.  And tomorrow is a school day..."  He and Amy were planning to link
to the pair in Dark Room One and detect the proper moment that way -- and,
hopefully, sleep in between.

	"Awright..." Terence groused.

	"Don't worry -- we'll have full video tomorrow when you come by to
talk about dungeon stuff with Ma and your dad and Doctor Rankin," Toby
assured him.

	Terence nodded and said, "Come on, Nita.  Let's get dressed.  I'll
take you home..."  They headed out.

	"He'd rather just sleep with her somewhere, but he doesn't want to
piss off her family," Amy related, having broken physical contact with Toby.

	Toby nodded.  "If Clint thinks he's going to be Terence's primary
partner, he's in for a shock."

	Amy smiled.  "He doesn't.  Brenda has that end covered, apparently."

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	Ron Parker had Abigail knelt up on his bed and was again subjecting
her to a serious fucking after a short run-up blowjob.  The lights were on
and Ron had deliberately run up the blinds, making them highly visible to the
neighbor who had observed them earlier in the evening.  "Is she lookin'?" Ron
puffed.

	"I... think so..." Abigail gasped.  "There's a shadow... behind...
the blinds..."

	"Good!" Ron grunted.  "Silly bitch.  I hope... she rubs... her clit
off!"

	Abigail pictured this and it brought forth an explosion,
"HUUUUUHHHHNNNNGGGG!!!!"

	Ron chuckled.  "You're a... piece of work... Abby!  I get... a
kick... out of... your scrawny ass!  Turn around... I wanna... blow a nut...
on your tits... and see... if they grow!  Hurry!"  The urgency was upon him,
triggered by Abigail's pussy clutching him in orgasm.

	Abigail, knowing that this was for show, pulled clear and turned
around, kneeling up while sticking two fingers in her sopping twat to get the
maximum pleasure out of the aftershocks of her orgasm while Ron grunted and
pumped semen all over her chest.  Then, turning a bit so she could play to
the window without being TOTALLY obvious, she proceeded to pick up the
dribbles on a finger and lick them off.

	Ron laughed out loud.  "I never fucked around with an exhibitionist
before!  Generally, bitches want to hide fucking in the dark under the
covers!  You're fun -- I'll give you that!"

	Still playing to the audience, Abigail leaned in and sucked Ron's
cock into her mouth, obviously with great relish, then licked and sucked
around the root, making sure she got everything and acted totally slavish.
"What does she look like, Sir?"

	Ron chuckled.  "A lot like you, actually.  Thin, nervous-looking,
high-strung.  I think she's a widow.  Somewhere in her forties, maybe.  Very
religious, I think.  Pious, anyway.  Acts sorta like she's got a corncob
jammed up her ass and she's constipated.  Angry-looking all the time."  He
backed against the headboard, sitting up and said, "Back up against me so I
can play with those titties of yours while we talk."

	Abigail settled herself between his legs and leaned back, cocking her
head to one side to keep her hair out of his face.  "Would you fuck her if
the opportunity presented itself?"

	"Eh?  Maybe.  Why would it?"

	"If she wasn't interested, she would close her blinds -- and maybe
call the police.  Instead, she watches.  It is possible that she is needy --
and in denial."

	"So..."

	"If she ever comes over when I am here -- especially after we have
had sex, would you permit me to advise you in how to handle her?"

	"Why?"

	"Forgive me if I give offense with this, Sir," Abigail murmured.  "As
I understand it, Frank's mother failed to measure up to standard in that she
fought you too hard, destroying your relationship."  Ron growled a bit, so
Abigail hurried on, "Subsequent to that, you tested a number of women who
volunteered to submit to you -- but the tests proved too harsh.  Thus far, I
have NOT failed, because I spent a very long time in training -- but you find
this to be a problem on some levels because my flexibility makes it hard for
you to exercise control.  While it may not be the case, this woman next door
may represent a third group.  Let's say, for the sake of argument, that her
default reaction is to resist you -- but not TOO strongly -- and that if you
are firm with her, she will submit.  Would that be entertaining?"

	"Why would she resist but not take it to the wall?" Ron grunted.

	"Because she does it primarily because she believes it is expected of
her," Abigail theorized.  "This isn't the same thing as her believing that it
is RIGHT -- in fact, it may indicate that she is in conflict, and that in
such a circumstance, she cannot bring the full power of her will to bear
because she is fighting herself."

	"That's some theory for a woman you haven't even met," Ron muttered.

	"You mentioned that she is piously religious," Abigail replied.
"Religious fundamentalism is a powerful crutch for those suffering from great
loneliness or a club for use in beating back powerful sexual urges.  You or I
might see this as hypocrisy, while in fact she may be fighting urges she has
difficulty controlling and no outlet for.  Remember, her morality was
probably instilled while she was growing up -- without regard for her actual
urges and desires.  She may have had a full and rewarding sex life while
married, but now she sees herself as an unmarried old woman who has been
sullied and sampled the pleasures -- and cannot compete and cannot trust
herself to try.  She is prudish because it helps to remove temptation -- but
when presented with the kind of provocation we have given her, she cannot
resist participating at least to the point of watching."

	"So what do you think she's gonna do?" Ron queried, interested.

	"I think she will come over here to render a complaint," Abigail
replied.  "At least, that will be her excuse for entering your orbit.  It
won't be the REASON, however -- and if you handle the confrontation properly,
she'll end up kneeling at your feet."

	"And if I don't, I'll get my ass arrested!" Ron rumbled.

	"Possibly," Abigail replied, "Or maybe she'll withdraw and rant and
rave about you to everyone in earshot while she overcomes her fear -- after
which, she'll take another run at you."

	"Why wouldn't she just call the police?"

	"Because then she would lose any chance of 'accidentally' being drawn
into your evil web," Abigail replied, grinning.

	"It's a helluva theory," Ron mused.  "Why would you put it forward?
I don't see you having anything to gain."

	Abigail shrugged.  "I get to make you a little happier -- and I get
to play, too.  I would live in the middle, clearly under your thumb, and
therefore theoretically an ally of hers, yet more often an absolutely obvious
spy from the enemy camp.  I would be the living example of the rewards of
proper conduct -- watching me writhe in pleasure after having submitted to
you would eat away at her, subverting her will."

	"Where did you learn this shit?" Ron wondered aloud.

	"I did a lot of reading, trying to learn to be happy with my lot,"
Abigail replied, shrugging.  "Sado-masochism, bondage and discipline,
psychology, sociology -- anything I thought might help.  Unfortunately, my
husband's specialty was disregard and neglect, while that of most dominants
is attention.  I couldn't find a palliative for being furniture."

	"What if I wanted you to be a coffee table?" Ron asked.

	Abigail smiled wanly.  "You would place hot and cold things on my
back to see if I reacted -- and if I spilled something, you might beat me for
it.  My husband would not so much as place a coaster on my back to see how
long it would take to fall off.  A dominant may PRETEND to ignore a
submissive, but in reality he is vigilant, because he awaits the failure that
allows him to exact punishment."

	"Interesting," Ron mused.  "I'm gonna think some about this.  In the
meantime, it's getting late.  Slut probably ought to go home so Frank doesn't
lose the use of her.  You might as well get dressed and trot off, too -- I
can't be having you grow roots or anything.  When do you think they're gonna
get wild again?"

	"Friday.  That's the Homecoming game and dance.  I should think
they'll come here after that, but they could go to the club, I guess,"
Abigail mused.  "I may be... engaged... with an after-dance party on Friday.
However, you HAVE asked to be inducted, so we will see each other tomorrow
evening.  And if you decide to enjoy the club's facilities on Friday night,
well, I AM a club facility..."

	"Ho ho ho!  No shit!  Well, well!" Ron laughed.  "THAT's a reason..."
He swatted Abigail on the ass.  "Get fat, so I don't poke myself on your
bones."

	Abigail grinned over her shoulder, standing in the bedroom door.  "I
might even get sassy!"

	Frank wasn't pleased, but he saw the necessity; he packed Miriam up
and took her home.  Abigail took formal leave of Ron before that, saying
goodbye and then dressing in front of the front door.  Ron thought about
having her dress on the doorstep, but he didn't want the neighbor woman
marching over at that time of night -- something that COULD happen, if
Abigail was correct about her.

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	Luis Garza, having fucked Phyllis right through his first orgasm and
on to a second, granting her three times as many peaks, relaxed on his back
beside her, sipping his now warm beer.  "So when do YOU think I should come?"
he asked.

	Phyllis was silent for a bit, then said quietly, "Whenever you want.
If you call me, I can have a meal ready or whatever, but we'll make do."

	"Is that because the club says I can?" Luis asked.

	Phyllis looked unhappy.  "There's no good answer for that."

	"No?" Luis cocked an eyebrow.

	"No.  If I say it's 'cause I want you here, you'll get up and run out
of here and never come back, scared I'm gonna try to tie you down.  If I say
it's just because of the club, you'll be pissed off, thinking I DON'T want
you.  If I say both, I don't know WHAT THAT means, and neither is OBVIOUSLY
fucked up."

	Luis eyed her.  "Heh.  I am answered, anyway, I think.  When do you
serve dinner?"

	"Usually around seven."

	"I will call or I will come by six-thirty, or I will find my own
meal.  If I come afterward, food will not be on my list of wants."

	"All right..."

	"When I come, I will want to feel your tetas," Luis announced,
reaching out to maul one of Phyllis' breasts.  "Wear something that doesn't
get in my way.  I don't like bras."

	"I can't go braless!" Phyllis objected, "I'll jiggle like mad!  I
can't be putting on a show like that in front of the boys!"

	Luis locked eyes with her.  "You will figure something out.  I am not
asking.  As for your boys -- they have not seen tetas?"

	"We don't go naked in the house!"

	"The older boy -- Alonzo -- he is old enough to know about tetas.  He
ALREADY knows.  The younger one will learn.  All of the women in this family
have men..."

	"Lillian doesn't!"

	"You fool yourself -- and ONLY yourself -- if you believe that,
Woman!  She is a woman and she is dating a man -- I have SEEN the evidence!"

	"Gabriel is a boy!"

	"He is a man where it counts -- in the bed!  Make no mistake!  You
like the dick, and your oldest daughter likes the dick -- and Lillian likes
the dick!  Don't be a fool!  If you close your eyes and ignore it, your worst
nightmares will come true -- and if you try to stand in their way, they will
go around you, with the same result!  They will be a couple, or they will not
-- but THEY will decide, not you!  If you are smart, you will let her
entertain her man in her room and you will make sure she is careful about
birth control!  THAT's the only SAFE way to handle this!  If you leave them
alone, perhaps they will tire of one another -- but if you interfere, they
continue just to spite you!"

	"But..."

	"WOMAN!  Her maidenhead is GONE!  Do you think you can sew her legs
together?  When did YOU have her older sister?  At sixteen?  Open your eyes!"
Luis roared.

	Phyllis quailed.  "All right!"

	"Momma?"  The door popped open and the subject of conversation stood
there.  "Is everything okay?"

	Phyllis gathered herself and sighed.  "Yes.  Luis is dealing with my
stubborn streak.  About Gabriel..."  If she had any doubts, the wary
stubbornness that settled over Lillian's features dispelled them.  "Don't go
off somewhere and hide to be with him.  I'd rather the two of you were in
your room where I know you're safe."

	"Making love?" Lillian challenged.

	"Yes," Phyllis replied quietly, "Making love.  I'm going to worry
about your birth control, because I didn't worry about mine NEARLY enough.
Please take care of yourself that way -- you're too young to have children."

	"Yes, Momma."  Lillian's eyes flickered to Luis.  "So..."

	"I may move in," Luis announced.  "How bad is that?"  Phyllis' eyes
popped.

	"That's up to Momma," Lillian replied.  "I like you.  Alonzo likes
you.  Luther doesn't seem to mind.  Trish..."  Lillian shrugged eloquently.
Trish had other pursuits.  Lillian turned her attention to her mother.

	"I'd like that."  Phyllis blushed an eggplant hue.

	"Is somebody going to have to change rooms?" Lillian asked.

	"No," Luis replied.  "It probably won't happen for a few weeks, if at
all.  It is early yet.  You should expect to get used to seeing me here."

	"Okay."  Lillian shrugged it off.  She'd had 'daddies' before, for
one thing.  Now, she was pretty clear on why, so it was no big thing.  Momma
liked to fuck Luis, at the very least -- and vice-versa.  Maybe she would be
happy for a while...  "Goodnight.  The boys are in bed."  She backed out of
the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

	"See?" Phyllis whined.  "You set me up and I admitted that I want you
here and you're running already!"

	"Nonsense!" Luis replied.  "I have a lease, and we may have...
issues.  We'll know soon enough, I think.  You are already learning the
important things."

	"Such as?" Phyllis arched an eyebrow.

	"Such as who is the man, and who is only a woman," Luis replied
calmly.  "You talk too much -- give me a suck.  Maybe if you are good I will
lick your pussy a little, eh?"

	"Who is the man and who is only a woman!" Phyllis mimicked
sarcastically, wagging her head as she leaned up to suck him in.

	SMACK!  "OUCH!"

	"You are a slow learner!" Luis admonished, while Phyllis rubbed her
suddenly sore ass.  "Like a mule!  How hard do you want me to work to get
your attention?"  Lillian, who had thrown open the door at the crack of Luis'
hand on Phyllis' ass, giggled and closed the door again.  "Swallow my dick a
few times and then you can ask me -- very nicely -- if I will lick your pussy
for you.  THAT, you can talk about!"  Phyllis obediently inhaled Luis' cock.

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	Abigail found Toby and Amy cuddled in the office upon her return from
Ron Parker's.  "Tell us about Ron Parker," Amy requested.

	"He is a dominant -- raised as one, I think.  He married a woman who
wasn't really submissive, although she may have put up with him for quite
some time.  I think they had a very violent parting of the ways; in any case,
Ron is angry with women in general, because he felt betrayed.  Along the way,
he tried out a few weak sisters, but they couldn't take the crap he was
dishing out -- if I was to guess, I'd say he kept upping the ante until no
reasonable person could handle it."

	Toby cocked his head.  "What about you?"

	Abigail smiled.  "I'm not a reasonable person.  I've been abused and
ignored by experts, over a period of time that makes anything Ron can dish
out nothing.  Besides, Ron is a more or less normal dominant male -- he's not
like Tom, who punished me by pretending I was furniture.  Ron wants to poke
me and see how I handle it.  Well, I handle it -- and Ron doesn't know how to
deal with it.  I think he thinks he's slipping.  We could, well, be a good
couple -- except he needs someone who WILL flinch when he pokes them."

	"We have a project coming," Toby revealed, "A woman who has abused
men in general and her son in particular for a very long time.  If we turned
Ron loose on her, what do you think would happen?"

	Abigail pursed her lips.  "Before me, her life might have been in
danger.  Now, I believe that he is capable of measured response -- and
understands the difference between taking things to the wall and taking them
beyond."

	"We'll plan on it, then," Toby replied.  "We'll want you and Ma to
keep an eye on him, and we'll probably use a bunch of people at one point or
another in her training, but we'll try to let Ron lead.  He's coming
tomorrow?"

	"Yes.  I'll pick him up, then I guess Candace and I are ferrying the
girls to the mall for a shopping trip.  That leaves you guys running the
initiations and whatnot -- is that okay?"

	"It'll be fine," Toby assured her.

	Abigail looked at the screen.  "How is this going?"

	"Until morning, I think," Toby replied, "Then we'll lower the boom.
We may need you for early morning transport, after."

	"Fine."  Abigail nodded.  "I'm going to soak in the Jacuzzi and then
go to bed.  I found out that I'm a closet exhibitionist tonight.  Who'd have
thought?"  She waddled out.

	Amy cocked her head and took Toby's hand and collected the Reader's
Digest Condensed Version of Abigail's evening -- including the evidence of
the neighbor.  <Something ELSE on the horizon, I think,> Toby mused.

	<Undoubtedly,> Amy agreed.

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	Things didn't get busy at the clubhouse until very early Wednesday
morning.  Kelly and Julio swapped each other out for a bathroom break around
two a.m., but sleep was more important than sex to them at that point.
Neither of them really slept that well, because neither of them was used to
sharing a bed -- so they were up early.

	Kelly awakened first.  Intent upon making sure that Julio HAD morning
wood and the will to use it, she slid down and sucked his cock to life.  When
Julio groaned and started playing in her hair and his cock reached full
extension, she popped up, muttering, "I wonder what time it is?"

	Julio, whose watch had a luminous dial, sat up and presented his
wrist; it was five forty-five.  Kelly went, "Oops!" -- but Julio got up early
on a regular basis, anyway; he just reached out and gently tugged her head
back down.  Kelly sucked for a couple of minutes more, then announced, "I
want you in me now!"  Crawling forward, she positioned herself for another
cowgirl-style ride.

	Julio put up with it through Kelly's first orgasm, but he wasn't
getting everything he wanted, so he pushed her over onto her side.  Kelly got
the hint and went over on her back and drew her legs up, and Julio plugged in
and started pumping.  The pace and the power of his strokes weren't
breakneck, but he delivered more than Kelly had been when on top and Kelly
quickly began to appreciate it, moaning, "Oh, yeah!  Oh, Baby!  Fuck me!
Fuck!"

	Having dropped three loads in less than six hours, Julio was in for
the long haul; he was in the saddle for nearly thirty minutes!  Kelly
developed this pattern of having an orgasm, barely coming down, having a
second, then crashing a bit while she recharged -- and cycled through it four
times under Julio's metronomic pounding!  They were off-cycle -- Kelly
recovering from a double that had left her delirious with pleasure -- when
Julio finally let go, grunting and pouring his seed into her, but she worked
her floor muscles, tightening up, making it as good for him as she could.
Julio collapsed atop her, groaning as his body presented the bill for his
workout -- and the lights came on.

	Julio didn't notice immediately -- the bedside lamp wasn't incredibly
bright and he had his eyes closed and his face buried in the juncture of
Kelly's neck and shoulder.  Kelly had plenty of time to get herself organized
and gather herself.

	"Time to roll over and face the music!" she announced, and using
surprise, leverage, and her greater bulk, she rolled them both over and rose
to the vertical, ending up sitting on Julio at the hip.  For the moment, they
were still joined, as Julio's cock hadn't subsided enough to slip out of her.

	"Chingar!" Julio erupted, realizing belatedly that the room was lit.
He threw up his hands but he was wasted from his effort and Kelly was STRONG!
She pinned his hands to the bed at his shoulders.  Julio struggled to unseat
her, but was unable to budge her, and ended up settling back and taking her
in for the first time.

	"Julio Vasquez!" Kelly gasped.  "Never in a million years...  Boy,
are YOU in trouble!"

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