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Chapter 11


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 11 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 ir mF ir bg 1st exhib

Chapter 11


	Pete was pretty sure he was in a big girl -- but it was hard to tell.
Was this a big ass or just an ass?  What was big?  The pussy was pretty fine
-- wet and juicy and tight -- but kind of grainy in texture...  There were
grunts and groans, but there was a lot of slurping and besides, the whole
grip thing was tough to handle.  Pete was actually on the right, in Bernice's
pussy, with Donna holding his left hand and Bonita holding his right while
Terence plugged Bernice's mouth.  Pete worked away at things for the allotted
time and it was good...

	Ray really had no complaints, either, except for the weird setup with
the hands.  He had one of Donna's and one of Brenda's -- and Mac was in
between, bathing his cock in Wanda's open mouth.  Wanda was just getting into
her second fuck when Chuck announced, "Time!" and it was time to switch...

	It took a minute or two to get Pete and Ray shifted around, but they
were soon reoriented.  Having figured out the procedure, Wanda took charge of
Pete's cock and Bernice took charge of Ray's, and at a nod from Alonzo, Chuck
said, "Ready?  Begin!"  The two males snapped their hips and the next phase
of the competition was on...

	Now, it might have just been personal preference, or it might have
been the fact that Pete was circumcised and Ray wasn't -- but Ray liked
Bernice's pussy better than Wanda's -- and Pete liked the smoother, wetter
pussy that clutched his cock as he pushed it in and out.  It seemed tighter
and ten degrees hotter inside and it rippled with his movements and was just
good stuff!  On the flip side, was this ass bigger, or was the girl just
taller or something?  Pete's little head was in control, though, and its
opinion was the one that counted...

	"Time!" Chuck cut things off.  "Okay, everybody keep quiet, because
if you give it all away now, you might influence the next round.  So, guys.
Which piece?"

	"This one!" Ray and Pete were again accidentally in unison, which
caused a titter.

	"Ooookaaaay!"  Chuck grinned from ear to ear -- and he wasn't the
only one!  Pete was going to get ragged on, BIG time!  "Moving right along --
let's shift the ladies to the pool table for Round Three..."  The plan for
Round Three was to put the girls crosswise on the table, head to ass, more or
less, since their asses would be at the edge of the table.  Volunteers were
to hold their legs up and out at a forty-five degree angle above the
horizontal and parallel with the table edge -- again to minimize contact with
anything that might tell the male contestants who they were fucking.  Mac and
Donna were getting a kick out of the contest, so they took charge of Wanda's
legs and Brenda and Clint took Bernice's.  Bonita was to cover Wanda's mouth
as necessary and Terence took Bernice's.  Chuck tried his best to confuse the
guys as to who they might be getting, but again Pete was to start with
Bernice and Ray with Wanda.  "Okay, plug in..." Chuck directed, "And... Go!"

	Changing positions made things different -- but not THAT different.
Pete was pretty sure he was dealing with the chick who went first last time.
Now, Pete wouldn't pass this one up, but he liked the other one better...
Ray felt the same way -- the clutch of his partner was nice, but she was a
little slicker than the other chick and that attenuated things for him.
Would he have ridden her home?  Hell yes!  Did he prefer the other chick,
though?  Absolutely...

	"Okay, time!" Chuck announced, and the support teams took up the task
of making the final change of partners.  "Ready?  Plug in...  Go!"

	'Yeah.  This one.'  Pete's little head had spoken.  If she was big,
he would just end up embarrassed, that was all...  The liquid heat of the
chick's pussy soaked his cock and drove him up the wall from the sensations
-- and it seemed like in this position he was poking something along the top
surface that seemed spongy and slightly different from everywhere else -- and
he couldn't miss the quiet whine that escaped his partner every time the tip
of his cock rubbed that spot...

	He was driving Wanda insane!  Pete's cock was positioned perfectly to
attack her G-spot and she was clamping down and locking up and there was a
roaring in her ears...

	Suddenly, Mac, Donna, and Bonita had all they could do to control
things as Wanda convulsed on the table, wailing into Bonita's covering hands!
Pete, amazed, felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, pulsing -- 'Jeezus!  Did
she cum?'

	"Time!" Chuck called out.  "Okay, which one?"

	"This one!"  Again, Pete and Ray were a chorus -- but this time, Pete
added, "Jeezus!  Did she cum?"

	"Yeah," Mac chuckled, "Big time!"

	"Okay, well, for the results," Chuck crowed, "You'll be happy to
know, there, Mister 'No Fat Chicks', that the score is Fat Chick Three,
Mister 'No Fat Chicks' zip!  You picked the big girl every fucking time!  How
do you like THEM apples?"

	"Wow, no shit?" Pete muttered.

	"No shit.  You gonna climb up on the table and finish her off?"

	"Yeah, for sure..."  Wanda scooted back a bit and Mac helped Pete up.
He figured he would leave the blindfold on.

	Pete could hear Ray clambering up the other side and mumbling, "I'm
lookin'.  Somebody take this damned thing off..."  Then he chuckled.  Pete
didn't know who Ray was laughing at -- and was afraid to find out.  Instead,
he just allowed the girl to help him blindly organize himself and plugged
himself in.

	"Don't worry about me," a soft voice whispered breathlessly in his
ear.  Pete didn't say anything, but he thought, 'I've screwed up enough
tonight...'  Down low above her, it was obvious that the girl was big -- she
had big jugs, too, and they jiggled a lot. Well, how bad was that?  Pete set
up a stroke and the chick started that whine she had -- and soft hands moved
over his face and neck, then shoulders and arms -- anything within reach,
apparently.

	Pete's position didn't poke Wanda's G-spot as much as he had while
vertical, but it was still good -- VERY good!  She'd closed her eyes to avoid
the audience for what was some VERY public sex, but having Bernice beside her
was a big help, and looking around she could see a lot of fondling and
kissing going on and at least one other couple fucking.  This was an orgy --
no doubt about it -- so she wasn't alone, even if she was part of the primary
entertainment.  That had more or less released her when she climbed up onto
the pool table -- and then Pete (she knew it was Pete despite the mask) had
found that spot inside her...  This was much closer to her earlier encounter
-- and she still didn't know who THAT had been with -- and plenty good enough
to bring another orgasm, despite the fact that it wasn't a direct attack on
her G-spot.  She crossed her ankles behind Pete's ass and let herself go,
emotionally, so she could enjoy the encounter to the maximum amount.  She
liked Pete; it was too bad he wasn't interested in her...  She relaxed and
touched him here and there, comparing him with her anonymous first lover,
enjoying the feel of hard muscles and sweat as Pete stroked her depths.
Weird as tonight had been, it had exceeded expectation -- being very publicly
fucked was embarrassing, but kind of a thrill...

	For Bernice, it was another dead-end fuck -- she had no illusions
about the guy fucking her wanting anything from her notorious slut ass.  But
Randy wasn't around, for some reason, so she might as well enjoy herself...
She let herself get into it, looking for an orgasm, since everyone had seen
her fuck one time or another, anyway.

	Active participation left Ray with no complaints.  Bernice was unique
enough that he knew who she was -- he felt sorry for her, figuring she was
catching a lot of shit, but he didn't see them as a couple.  That she was a
good fuck, though, had already been established, and he went looking for his,
knowing that the way her ass was bouncing, she was getting into things.

	Working low was proving uncomfortable for Pete, so he gasped, "Can
you grab your knees?"  Wanda did as she was asked, and Pete went closer to
vertical and started exploring her big jugs with his hands while leaning
against her shins.  Once he was in position, Wanda didn't have to hold her
knees anymore, which was just as well...

	"Ogod!  You're hitting that spot again!" Wanda gasped.  She started
bucking and surging, throwing herself at Pete's plunging cock.  Her whines
got more urgent and started running up the scale as the flashes built a new
monster orgasm.

	Pete found himself suddenly a LOT closer to getting off as Wanda's
pussy went into overdrive!  'What a ride!' he thought fuzzily as his balls
began to rumble under the pressure.

	Pete had both of Wanda's nipples up and stiff and making lightning
flash between them and her thrashing twat -- and she couldn't hold out!
"OOOOOooooooOOOOOO!!!" she wailed, twitching and shuddering as a HUGE orgasm
rolled over her!

	Pete had no shot -- Wanda clamped down on him and made every movement
excruciatingly pleasurable, just as he was reaching the point of no return.
"FUUUUUCK!!"  Pete's cock EXPLODED!

	For half a minute, the pair surged against each other, then Pete
relaxed and just hung there, braced against Wanda's shins, panting.  He let
go of her breasts and Wanda spread her knees, allowing him to drop forward
onto her.

	The uproar triggered Ray and Bernice to a simultaneous eruption, too
-- a sympathetic detonation.  Ray grunted and collapsed atop the narrow black
girl, then bounced back up on his elbows to keep from crushing her.

	Chuck couldn't keep from needling Pete.  "Looked like pretty good
stuff to me..."

	"Yeah..." Pete panted.  "Yeah, you're right."

	"I think you owe her an apology," Chuck pressed.

	"You're right," Pete sighed.  "I'm real sorry, Honey."

	"Shit, you can do better than that!" Chuck pressed.

	"No, I mean it -- I'm sorry!  I was just wrong..."

	"Why don't you take off that blindfold?" Chuck taunted.

	"Yeah, hook me up, would you?" Pete asked Wanda.

	Wanda gingerly undid the ties and released the blindfold.

	"Shit," Pete grunted, disgusted.

	"Sorry!"  Wanda whined, cut deeply.

	"I wasn't saying that about you, W-- ," Pete bit off her name.  "I
was disgusted with myself.  I REALLY owe YOU an apology!  I said things..."
Pete shook his head.

	"Man, I think you owe her," Chuck chuckled.  "A couple of dates,
maybe?"

	Pete froze, thinking furiously.  He levered himself up and took a
good, long look.  'How bad is this, really?'  Wanda's big jugs were splayed
to the sides; they were obviously going to droop, but they were soft and the
nipples were a lot of fun and they packed a bra well.  Flat on her back, her
belly was a broad, flat expanse.  It didn't droop over her pussy, something
Pete couldn't have dealt with.  Wanda had nice hands and feet, and her face
wasn't classically beautiful, but she wasn't ugly, either.  She was porky,
and that bounced off his preconceptions -- but after the fuck he'd just had,
it was clear that his standards needed revision.  Besides, she was REAL
sweet...  "Yeah," he nodded.  "Two dates.  No promises after that, but you
DEFINITELY earned that.  I owe you."

	Wanda was surprised, to say the least!  "Are you sure?  I don't want
you to, you know, be unhappy..."

	Pete rubbed his face.  "Heck, you just made me look like an asshole
AGAIN!  You would let me off the hook after the way I've acted?"  He shook
his head.

	Ray came up on one elbow and looked down at Bernice.  "Look, I dunno
if you have anything working, but..."

	Bernice looked away.  "I have some hopes, I guess, but..."  Randy
wasn't even on-site...  Bernice guessed -- correctly -- that that had a lot
to do with Miriam, but she ALSO knew that if she pushed Randy, she would push
him away.

	"Okay, lookit," Ray offered.  "I'm not buying any two dates, and I
don't want to get in the way of anything you've got going -- but if you
aren't hooked up for Homecoming, I'll take you out that night.  Deal?"

	"Deal!"

	"Of course..." He waved at her, arrayed under him, naked.

	"Of course."  Would she trade a fuck for Homecoming?  You bet!
Besides, Ray was pretty decent...

	"Okay, cool."  Ray grinned and levered himself up.

	'Damn,' Pete thought.  Ray had just raised the ante.  Well, Pete
didn't have a date...  "You're hooked up for Homecoming, too," he told Wanda.

	"Really?  Oh, that's so sweet!"  Wanda hugged him to her.

	'Then why do I feel like such a jerk?' Pete wondered.

	Cuddling him close, Wanda whispered, "I know what she's going to give
him for that..."

	"You don't have to..." Pete whispered back, then wondered why he
would be stupid enough to say that.

	"Well, at the risk of being called a slut, I had a pretty good
time..." Wanda whispered.

	"Me, too."  There might be better pussy out there, but not in Pete's
limited experience.

	"Okay, so let's plan on it, anyway."

	"Yeah, okay."  Pete was caught totally off-guard when Wanda kissed
him on the neck.  He shivered.

	"Bad?" Wanda asked.

	"No.  Surprising."

	"I'll be careful," Wanda promised.  "I'm sure you don't want me
getting all mushy and romantic."  Pete didn't respond to that -- he wasn't
sure what he wanted.  Wanda's attentions were... nice, actually.  On impulse,
he planted a kiss on Wanda's neck.

	Wanda moaned, and her toes curled.  "You'll make it hard if you do
that."

	"Don't hurt yourself trying to be good," Pete whispered.  "I might
like it."  He went at her neck again.  Wanda whimpered and clutched him to
her.  "Let's get off this damned table so we're not the center of attention,"
he grunted.  "We can look for somewhere quieter to, um, get to know one
another."

	Alonzo took that as a cue.  "Show's over."  He took Marta by the hand
and led her toward the stairwell.  Marta didn't fight.

	Vince was out of Booth One.  Sidling up to Toby, he said, "Nicky
needs to take a piss."  Toby nodded and went into the kink area, which was
curtained off.  "Hey, Frank, do you think you could take Miriam off
somewhere?"

	"Yeah, hey, outside, maybe?" Frank replied.

	"Yeah, maybe.  Should be quiet," Toby agreed.  He went down and
tapped on the door to Booth Two, "Why don't you guys come out?  I think the
booths are done for tonight."  Sonya, Teela and Rick exited quietly.

	"Anything going on?" Rick asked.

	"I think you missed the main event," Toby opined.

	Rick nodded.  "I'm taking the girls home."

	"Take Jiang Yi, too, then," Toby advised.

	"Yeah, cool."  Rick and the girls headed upstairs to collect Jiang
Yi.

	Toby pulled the curtains all the way along the rail in front of the
booths and knocked on Booth One.  "Nicky..."

	"Yeah?"

	"Come on out.  Stay behind the curtain.  We'll get you to a bathroom
upstairs."

	"Okay."  Nicky came out and followed Toby upstairs.

	Candace and Louise made much of poor Nicky when he came out of the
bathroom, telling him how cute he was, and so forth -- blissfully unaware
that it was probably the last thing he wanted to hear.  Louise, in
particular, had a good idea who he was.  Nicky suffered under it for a bit,
then asked Toby, "Isn't Eddie Ray here?"

	"Yeah, I think he is..." Toby mused.

	"I haven't seen him.  Did he know where I was?"

	"Yeah, I told him specifically," Toby replied.

	"What does he look like, Baby?" Louise asked.

	"Oh, he's tall, muscular, strawberry blond..." Nicky smiled at his
description.

	"Isn't he with I-- I mean, Flower?" Candace mused.  "Go look in the
living room, there..."

	Nicky got up and stuck his head around the corner -- and Eddie Ray
was draped across Iris on the couch, snoozing after their second bout of sex!
"Omigod!" Nicky gasped.  "I didn't think Eddie Ray did GIRLS!"

	"I don't think he did before tonight, Baby," Louise replied.  "He
seemed pretty new to the idea."  She showed her fangs a bit.  "That's right
-- you boys have both partied with Fred, haven't you?"

	Nicky gulped.  "You know Fred?"

	"He's my husband, Baby."

	"Oooohhh..."  Nicky blanched, thinking, 'Am I in trouble?'

	"Relax, baby!  You did ol' Fred a favor!  You did ME a favor!" Louise
smiled at him.  "Why don't you come over here and sit with me at the table?"
She patted a kitchen chair.  Nicky slowly settled himself in the chair.  "You
see, Fred really wanted to get a handle on the whole gay sex thing -- and you
helped!"

	"Well, okay..."

	"How come you don't like girls, Baby?" Louise asked.

	Nicky shrugged.  "I dunno -- just no interest.  I mean, they're nice
to have as friends, but..."

	"So you never tried?"

	"No."

	"You know, it's probably the same, mostly -- I mean on top..." Louise
eyed him.

	"I'm... not much on top," Nicky confessed.

	"You like cocks."

	"Uh huh."

	"I do too, Baby -- nothing wrong with that.  Do you do booty?" Louise
asked.

	"Oh, yeah...  I think I like getting sucked better, though."

	"Well, that's fair."

	"Sometimes I wish I WAS a girl," Nicky confessed.  "Some things would
be a lot easier."

	"You know," Louise eyed him, "A little more hair and a pair of bikini
panties and it might be tough to tell the difference!"

	"Mmmm, yeah..."

	"Just relax, Baby.  We don't bite."

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	Mark and Janice had the guest room and Alonzo and Marta had the
master suite.  Lon and Sally had been downstairs for Frank's taking
possession of Miriam, but had retired to Lon's room after.  Things were
pretty relaxed -- early, for a change.  No one was going home, because
virtually no one could cavort at home with their partner of the evening, but
couples were spread out here and there and generally ignoring one another.

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	At Horner's, the doorbell rang.  'Who could THAT be?' Phyllis
wondered, throwing a light robe over her nightgown.  Trish and Tabitha had
keys...

	It was Randy.  Phyllis blinked in surprise and said, "I thought
Adele's man was staying overnight."

	"He is," Randy replied, "but somebody didn't get to party."

	'Huh?'  "Who?"

	"You."

	"I've got kids in the other room..." Phyllis went more or less
automatically on the defensive.

	"Who do you think called to say you needed attention?" Randy grinned.

	"Oh."

	Randy came through the door and Phyllis backed up more or less
automatically.  "Let's go up to your room."

	Phyllis opened her mouth to object, but Randy's expression got a
little dangerous -- besides, he was right...  "Okay."

	"Get naked."

	"Here?"

	"Here."

	"Why?"

	"You KNOW why!"

	Phyllis did, too -- she'd been stupid and reacting on instinct just a
touch too long and pissed Randy off.  Adele had been clear about how little
tolerance Randy had for women who argued with him for the Hell of it.  "Yes,
Randy."  She slid out of the robe and threw the flannel nightgown over her
head, then shoved the pair of no-nonsense panties she was wearing down over
her more than generous hips.

	"Better," Randy approved.

	"I was just surprised," Phyllis offered, "It took me a second to
catch up.  I'm glad you're here."

	Mollified, Randy moved in and started fondling a breast.  Phyllis
relaxed, dropped her barriers, and let it happen -- and let it trigger the
arousal that had been there, just below the surface, all evening.
"Mmmmmm..."

	"Spread your legs a little," Randy directed.

	Phyllis thought about arguing -- they were in the middle of the
living room and the teens could surprise them or Trish or Tabitha could come
home -- but she knew that Randy was testing her, so she spread her stance and
even squatted a bit so that her heavy thighs would grant him access.  If the
kids had called, somebody had probably caught her masturbating -- and little
further damage could be done there...  Thought became difficult as Randy
started abusing a nipple with his teeth and slid two fingers along her split,
opening her up.  Randy certainly knew what he was doing...  Phyllis clutched
his head to her breast, enjoying the itchy tingle as he chewed her stiff,
thick point just enough for pleasure to be the primary component of the spiky
sensations generated.  Phyllis felt herself getting wet and her knees began
to shake.  "Bedroom?" she croaked, "Please?"

	Randy recognized that this was different than 'Let's get out of the
public areas.'  This was 'Let's go somewhere that there is a bed!'  "Let's
go," he growled.  He was excited -- Phyllis might have to suck him off...

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	Brie let herself back into Lillian's room.  "Big Bro is large and in
charge!" she giggled.  "Your momma is nekkid and begging already!"

	"Then she won't be bothering us..."  Lillian crawled atop Gabriel and
started kissing him.  Brie found herself wondering if two blowjobs were going
to be enough to keep Gabriel from fucking Lillian or not...  Shrugging, she
went back to Pietro -- they would or they wouldn't, and in any case that was
tonight, not next time...  Brie threw her T-shirt over her head; Pietro liked
her nipples, and she liked having them sucked and chewed.  She and Pietro
weren't approaching things as romantically as Lillian and Gabriel -- more
like fuck buddies than lovers -- but it worked for them...

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	Once in the bedroom, Phyllis got on the bed on her back and spread
her legs.  Randy just grunted -- so much for foreplay...  She was wet-- he
had gooey fingers to prove it -- so he threw his clothes off and climbed onto
the bed, replacing the fingers Phyllis had been idly masturbating with while
she watched with his cock.  As he sank into her cock-pit he knew the first
pass was going to be short -- Phyllis' pussy was hot and soaking wet and
welcomed his length -- but she was hot, too, so maybe...  He started moving
in her and latched onto a nipple with his lips and Phyllis moaned loudly and
began to undulate.

	"Oh, Baby!" she gasped, "I need it -- bad!  Fuck me!"  If keeping
quiet for the kids was an issue, it wasn't apparent...

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	"They're doing it already!" Brie giggled.

	Lillian raised herself above Gabriel.  "You wanted to see..."

	"We watched Momma and Big Ed a while back," Brie said quietly, "It
was HOT!"  Lillian had Gabriel by the hand already and was headed for the
door.  Brie turned to Pietro.  "Wanna watch?"

	"Nah.  I've seen it.  Take off your panties?" Pietro declared his
preference.

	"If I do, you gotta..." Brie began.

	"Sure," Pietro agreed.  "Sixty-nine?"

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

	Lillian stuck her head around her mother's bedroom door, looked,
nodded, and waved Gabriel to follow her.  Randy was power-stroking and
Phyllis, a big woman with a few rolls, was jiggling like Jello in places, but
wailing, "Oh, Baby!  Fuck!  Fuck!"  One look at the pair was enough to tell
you that neither of them was paying any attention to anything but what they
were doing; someone could have come in and put a gun to their heads and it
would have taken them a moment to notice.  That being the case, Lillian and
Gabriel didn't bother to be careful like Brie and Pietro had been -- they
just walked right in...

	"Man!  Look at them go!" Gabriel whispered.

	"Momma likes it when she can get it," Lillian whispered back.  "She's
loving this!"  The look in her eye promised Gabriel that Lillian wouldn't be
any different.  They circled to the point where then could kneel down and
watch Randy's cock powering in and out of Phyllis' pussy.

	"It looks like she's taking a beating!" Gabriel opined.

	"Trish and Tabitha go at it like this, too, sometimes," Lillian
replied.  "I've seen them do it slower, but when they get close..."  Phyllis
howled and Randy returned it, jamming himself deep and grinding against her
pubic mound while his balls jumped.  White goo appeared around their
connection.  "I think we're built to take it," Lillian whispered.

	Gabriel, nervous that they might get caught, made to sidle out, but
Lillian held his forearm.  True to her unspoken prediction, Phyllis croaked,
"More!" and the couple started moving again at a more leisurely pace.  "God,
I needed that SOOO BAAAD!" Phyllis moaned.  "Thank you!"  Randy grunted an
acknowledgement, but he was busy...

	The next round wasn't as frenzied and took several minutes, but Randy
and Phyllis were still focused on one another exclusively.  Lillian and
Gabriel watched Phyllis cycle through two orgasms, watching her toes curl and
her calves tighten around Randy and the wild humping and wailing as she hit
her peak.  Randy finished in her with a loud grunt a minute or so after
Phyllis' second peak and collapsed -- and Phyllis, rubbing and cooing to her
virile teen lover, missed the pair of wraiths that let themselves out of her
bedroom after the collapse.

	"Mmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmmm!"  Lillian couldn't tell whether the noise
maker was Brie or Pietro.  Brie was rubbing her twat on Pietro's face and was
pumping her lips up and down Pietro's erection, alternately kissing the tip
and poking his balls with her nose.  Pietro clutched Brie to him to keep her
from flying away as the couple surged and bucked, Pietro's orgasm triggering
Brie's, or vice-versa -- neither of them could have told you who started it,
anyway.

	Lilllian started shaking.  "Gabriel?"

	"I'll get a rubber," Gabriel croaked.

	"No!"  She grabbed his arm.  "Not the first time!  I don't CARE!"
Lillian was her mother's daughter; the same thought patterns that produced
four children form four different fathers were there in her.  She started
throwing off her clothing and Gabriel, just as over-stimulated, did likewise.

	Brie looked up, bleary-eyed from her mind-blowing cum, just as
Gabriel climbed between Lillian's spread legs, "Awww, SHIT!  NO!"

	But Gabriel wasn't listening, and Lillian CERTAINLY wasn't listening
-- she had Gabriel's now-familiar cock in her hand and was guiding it to
target!  She seated it and Gabriel plunged forward and she arched and let out
a short screech -- then relaxed.  Gabriel, who had stopped dead at Lillian's
reaction to having her hymen shredded, relaxed, too, as Lillian tugged on his
biceps and said, "Slow..."

	Pietro rolled his head to one side at the noise and took in the other
couple slowly fucking, Gabriel appearing unhurried as he slid in and out of
Lillian's pussy.  "THAT didn't work," Brie grunted.

	"What?" Pietro asked.

	"I figured if Gabriel got enough blowjobs, that wouldn't happen,"
Brie waved at the couple fucking next to them.

	"Shit.  It worked for me..." Pietro complained.  "I can't right now."

	"Well, I'm not supposed to, yet, so it's okay, I guess..."  Brie
turned her attention to Lillian.  "Hello?  Earth to Lillian!  Is he wearing
a...?"

	"No!"  Lillian waved an arm.  "Go 'way!"

	"You could get..." Brie began.

	"Brie..." Lillian's voice was dangerous.  "Don't ruin this..."  Brie
shut up and nodded.

	Two blowjobs gave Gabriel impressive endurance -- three orgasms'
worth for Lillian.  He took it slow until she'd recovered from the pain of
her ruptured hymen and then ramped things up in response to her urgent tugs,
learning EXACTLY how easy it was to become a human jackhammer in a receptive
pussy.  Lillian couldn't stay quiet -- and didn't -- each orgasm was marked
by a triumphant screech that she refused to muffle and generally took Brie,
who was TRYING to keep the noise down, by surprise.  It was unclear to Brie
why Lillian's mother wasn't standing in the doorway seconds after that first
happy howl, but she never showed...

	Phyllis was asleep, dreaming of the fantastic lover who pounded her
into happy submission -- and Lillian's sounds merely fit the background...
Randy, atop her, snored away -- he wasn't going anywhere.  He was going to
fuck Phyllis again at least once before he left in the morning -- and maybe
twice.  Now that Miriam was gone, who knew how long it would be before he had
a girlfriend again, anyway?  Randy had decided on the way over that he could
just go through the older women -- they were safe...  Louise liked him and
Phyllis liked him and Candace liked him and Beth liked him -- and if some of
them had other interests, it didn't seem like they were all being handled all
the time...  Bernice was there as an option, but Randy didn't like being
force-fed the relationship.  She was going to have to show him something --
and thus far, he wasn't sure if she had what he needed.  He didn't blame her
for sleeping around at parties like some of the guys would have and he didn't
blame her for Tyrone and Otis because Toby -- who was an expert in such
things -- said she'd had her head fucked with.  He didn't blame her for her
part in the incident with Marcel at the campsite, either -- she'd been
looking for a date for Homecoming and she'd put herself out there to get one
-- and it was too bad that Marcel was such an asshole...

	All of this was irrelevant as he snored gently with his head propped
on Phyllis' huge right breast, using it as a pillow.

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	Phyllis wasn't the only woman to receive an unexpected late-night
guest that evening.  When the eleven o'clock news came on, Noreen Travers got
up from her chair in the living room and went upstairs to change into her
nightgown -- but just as she took her bra off, the doorbell rang.  Wondering
,'Who could THAT be at this hour of the night?' she slid her blouse over her
unfettered breasts and headed downstairs, vaguely worried that something
might have happened to Donna.  Throwing open the door, she greeted a husky
but handsome, well-dressed man, "Hello?"

	"Good evening," he replied, "You don't know me, but I believe that
it's time we met..."

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