Chapter 8

There was considerable grab-ass -- but females outnumbered males three to one and seemed to be leading the charge, so Jean had little to complain about. I didn't spend an incredibly long time in the pool; instead I pretended to be going about a businesslike period of exercise and got out and settled in a chair beside Jean's, naked, to help supervise.

The kids somehow developed a variant on 'Marco Polo' wherein the loser -- or 'Marco' -- had to get out of the pool and turn in a circle three times before coming back in. That got the boys out and examined -- and Amy in particular made sure they were favorably commented on. It was clear that they were cheating outrageously, because things were very clearly boy-girl -- never once did a female 'Marco' find another female. Poor Joy got caught the most; Jean had to call the girls down for deliberately exposing her to capture, which was clearly an embarrassment to the young girl.

Her sister, Gina, couldn't have been more different. Have you ever been somewhere at a party or whatever where someone who is usually reserved and shy lets go and lets it all hang out? Clearly, from the reactions of Kate, Heather, and Holly, Gina was euphoric and going hog wild. They egged her on to the point where I'm pretty sure she caught Michael once by lipping his cock! Jean got up out of her seat, but Gina was back up in an instant, so she couldn't be sure and had to let it go. Gina caught the rebuke, but didn't let it stop her.

Eight-thirty rolled around and I figured it was time to turn on the barbecue; Gina was the lead contralto of the group of female "Awwww!"s that accompanied my rising and donning my towel. "Sorry!" I apologized, "I've got to cook and don't want any nasty burns. Anyone care to help?" Kate got out and threw on her jean skirt -- and nothing else, which got approval from the younger generation and disapproval from Jean -- and followed me to the grill. "There's that bib apron on the hook in the kitchen," I noted.

"Cool!" Kate replied and returned wearing it -- and nothing else.

"Quite the exhibitionist, aren't we?" I chuckled.

"I'm having fun," Kate murmured.

"Me, too," I told her. "If I pat your ass, Jean will probably freak!"

"She's a spoilsport," Kate groused.

"Somebody has to be, I guess. What's up with Gina?"

"I had a private talk with her," Kate confided. "She's feeling pretty free and easy tonight -- this is the most fun she's ever had, I guess. She's looking forward to later."

"And Joy?"

"She's not in on it," Kate confided. "And she doesn't know it, but we're planning to feed her to the boys before we get going good."

"Gina's in on that?"

Kate nodded, shrugging. "Pete and Michael are both in Joy's class; Gina figures she'll never have a better shot at getting a boyfriend than she's got right here tonight."

"What about Holly?"

"Holly's not terribly interested in boys," Kate related. "She'll be more than happy to stick her tongue in Heather's cunny."

"You know, Heather may not go for all this..."

"Amy seems pretty confident," Kate replied, and I dropped it. Instead, I told Kate where I'd stashed toys in the TV room and how to get the lesbian and straight porn I'd provided going on the TV. "I'll tell Amy," she affirmed.

Dinner took an hour and a half, with kids scattered here and there before, during, and after. Kate, Heather, Amy and Holly all tried the Jacuzzi; Jean didn't get to Heather in time, having been distracted by something Amy and the boys cooked up, I think. Still, I was pretty sure Kate dragged Heather out before she could get the full benefit -- probably deliberately. I reminded everyone that the sauna was in the basement, which would be male territory later in the evening -- that kept Jean hopping: I'm pretty sure Amy and Gina kept arranging boy-girl trips.

Finally, around ten, the girls retired to the TV room to giggle and do whatever it is girls do, and the boys headed downstairs. I set a trap for Jean in my office and announced that I was off to shower -- but I had other fish to fry.

My house has internal and external surveillance, with nexuses in my office, the TV room, and my bedroom. I set up the system in the office to cycle through three sites -- and three only -- and one of those sites was the TV room, which had two cameras.

I knew that Jean would notice if I spent some time in my office, so I gave her plenty of time to wonder what I was doing, then headed off to the bathroom, leaving the office door ajar. I was pretty sure, based upon recent history, that Jean would succumb first to curiosity, then to voyeurism. Going through the bathroom, I entered my bedroom and checked the office cameras.

Once she'd checked the girls directly -- and gotten run out for her pains and her attitude -- she started snooping in the hallway and entered my office. Ten seconds later, she was sitting at my desk, murmuring "Oh my God..." She started playing with the controls -- but didn't figure out the fact that I had her locked down to only a few cameras; besides, she was too busy with the two views in the TV room.

I splitscreened things so I could see Jean and the TV room -- and watched Amy start a whispering campaign. Everybody got gleeful except Joy -- who wasn't being included. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked nervously, having already been abused and ostracized in the pool.

"We've got big girl stuff to talk about, Sis," Gina told her. "Can't have you getting stupid and tattling. Run along and play with somebody your own age -- go see the boys and kill THEIR fun!"

"B--but..." Joy protested, but the big girls put her out in the hallway in her baby-doll nightie and locked the TV room door. After a second or two, Amy had second thoughts and turned to Gina. "Better make sure -- we don't want Heather's mom finding her and bothering us. Don't worry -- we won't get deep into anything before you get back." They let Gina out -- just in time, as Joy was clearly trying to decide where to go look for one of us adults -- and Gina led Joy to the basement stairs and halfway down. "Oh, boys!" she called, "Will you guys keep an eye on my bratty little sister so she doesn't mess up our fun? You can go on with whatever you're doing -- and I'll be REAL grateful!"

Now the boys had been whacking off to porn -- and in a few minutes, would probably have moved beyond that -- so after a couple of frantic seconds getting their shorts back on, Michael hopped up and glared up the stairwell and demanded, "Yeah? How grateful?"

"VERY grateful!" Gina replied. "Don't let Sis get in your way -- fit her into whatever you're doing -- you'll play, won't you Sis?" Then she turned her head sideways and pretended to give a blowjob, complete with sticking her tongue out her cheek. Joy didn't look back at her sister -- she was too busy eyeing Michael as if he might bite.

Michael goggled. "Yeah? Well, okay..." I sat watching the stairwell camera, chuckling. This was what Kate meant when she said they were going to feed Joy to the boys...

Jean couldn't see this; all she could see was what was going on in the TV room -- and that was plenty. First, Amy pretended to discover my porn videos, then she and Holly surfaced a vibrator and a dildo between them.

It was probably just in time; Jean was looking antsy, not knowing exactly what Gina and Joy were up to. But the videos and the toys settled her back into my desk chair to watch the girls as they sat around giggling and watching the video and passing around the toys. In a moment, there was a knock and the girls scrambled. "Who's there?" Amy called.

"Me, Silly!" Gina called back, and they let her in.

"How did it go?"

"The guys weren't thrilled, but they took her. Depending on how things go, we might owe them a little something, later," Gina related.

"Like what?" Heather asked.

"Don't worry, we'll handle it," Amy assured her. "Check this out!" She turned the video back on. The girls proceeded to introduce Gina to the toys; Jean, mesmerized, settled in to watch.

In the basement, Joy was gobbling apologies to the boys, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- I'll be good -- they threw me out!"

"Why?" Peter grated.

"I don't know! They started whispering and then the next thing I knew..." She waved her arms. "They said I wasn't old enough..."

"Well you've sure screwed US up!" Pete ranted.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- I'll do whatever you want!" Joy wailed, cringing.

"Sit on the couch," Michael directed. "Pete? Over there..." He led Peter away so he could speak to him quietly.

"NOW what the fuck!" Pete rasped.

"Look, Gina promised to be VERY grateful -- and then she did this..." Michael made the gesture, making certain Joy couldn't see it. "I'm not sure from the way she said it whether SHE was promising that or she was promising Joy would do it -- but she left me thinking that Joy would play..."

"Really?" Peter blinked.

"Yeah," Michael nodded. "Remember how they kept pushing Joy off on us in the pool? It's like..."

"Like they're giving her to us?"

"Yeah."

Peter turned his gaze on the brown-skinned girl. Joy looked fearfully back. "Cletus said something like that might happen."

"You know, the other girls might give us a little, but they're two years ahead of us. Joy isn't, though... We could be onto four years' worth of pussy, here..." Michael mused.

The look on the boys' faces clearly scared the shit out of Joy, she collapsed into the couch and looked away, staring straight ahead. I left the sound on that channel and checked the girls. Holly was demonstrating the vibrator; Heather and Gina were splitting their attention between that and the TV. Kate and Amy were whispering to one another -- probably selecting targets.

In split-screen, Jean's fingers were in her lap, moving. Yeah, I had her. I started recording a clip for blackmail material. It turned out that, properly oriented, I could record Jean AND see past her to what the girls were doing on the screen -- which allowed me to watch the basement...

"You need to promise not to tell what we're up to!" Peter demanded truculently.

"I promise!" Joy squeaked.

"Well, that may not be good enough," Michael opined. "You need to be a part of things -- that's the only way we'll be safe, I bet."

"I--I... Okay..." Joy babbled.

"Okay, you promised..."

"Uh huh!" Joy nodded.

"Sit here between us and behave yourself!" Peter directed, then waved at Michael. "Turn it on." Turning back to Joy, he admonished, "Remember, you promised!"

Michael manipulated the remote and the video came on. Joy went "Oh!" and Peter waved a warning finger.

I couldn't see what they were looking at, but I'd given them all straight content, so I could guess. Joy sat there, bug-eyed; obviously, she was getting an education. After a couple of minutes Michael mused, "You know, I bet this is what the girls are doing upstairs -- only it's probably all girlie stuff."

"Yeah, well, they're lucky," Pete snarled, "I bet they're doing more than just watching!"

"Wh-- what?" Joy gulped.

"I bet they ran you out so they could play with their pussies -- maybe even each other's!" Peter ranted. "But we can't do anything..."

"G--go ahead..." Joy muttered.

"So you can rat on us? Sorry! You have to play, too, or we can't!" Peter rejoined.

"I--I can't!" Joy wailed.

"Why not?"

"It's too embarrassing!"

"Why? We've seen you..." Michael replied. "You've seen us!"

"Not playing with myself!"

"Okay..." Michael compromised. "How about if we take things slow? We've seen each other, right?"

"Y--yes..."

"Okay, so, if we take our shorts off and you take off that nightie, that's probably a start. Nobody's gonna get in any worse trouble than anyone else..."

"B--But..."

"You SAID you would do as we asked!" Peter snapped, playing 'Bad Cop' -- deliberately, or just coincidentally? "We've even touched each other -- what's the big deal?"

Joy blinked, clearly whipsawed between the pair. "I--I... Okay."

I smiled to myself. Joy was doomed. I gave her five minutes before she was nodding over a cock. On the other half of the screen, Jean was flopped back in my desk chair, her fingers in the legband of her swimsuit, flickering while she watched Amy slide the dildo in and out of her pussy and Holly apply the vibrator to her daughter's clit. Jean was doomed, too -- a threat to show this video footage to a parent of any girl in that room would bring her to heel.

Joy had her arms in the air; Michael was pulling her nightie off over her head. "That's it. Just relax. See, Peter's naked... Let's get those panties off..." Pete handled that part -- and the look on his face brooked no argument, so Joy didn't give him any. "See there?" Michael soothed. "Nothing to it." Peter sat back down on Joy's right, apparently satisfied, and Joy mumbled something to the affirmative and turned her attention to the screen -- largely to keep from having to return one of the boys' looks.

When the boys started masturbating, however, it eclipsed even the wild content on the screen and Joy had to watch. Peter caught her and grabbed her hand. "You do it."

"No!" Joy snatched her hand back.

"Peter's right," Michael declared.

"He is?" Joy turned her attention to Michael.

"Yup. Can't have you just sitting there, and you won't do yourself, so if somebody comes down and catches us, you have to be doing one of us."

"I--I..."

"You PROMISED..." Pete lit into her again. He was still tugging her hand. Slowly, Joy staring at it as though it was attached to someone else, she allowed Peter to pull her hand to his cock. "Hold it. Slide your hand up and down... That's it..." Joy jacked him, clearly mesmerized.

"Here, do me too," Michael directed. Joy let her left hand be placed around Michael's shaft. "Do what you're doing to Peter."

"Wow..." Joy gasped, looking from cock to cock. "Wow."

"She likes it," Michael grinned. "Don't you, Joy? You like it."

"Uh huh..."

"Okay, we'll give you a little something -- how's that?" Michael reached up to finger her left nipple. "Tell me what feels good."

"Ummmm..." Joy gurgled. Her eyes were glassy.

Peter grinned from ear to ear. Given his history, I wasn't surprised that he played the aggressor. He collected her other breast. "Niice! Do you like having your breasts played with?"

"Uh huh..." Joy sounded congested; she was wheezing.

"Put your legs over ours," Peter directed, picking up her right leg and putting it over his left. Michael duplicated the effort with her left, and Joy never even thought to resist. "You don't have to play with yourself -- we can help you, just like you're helping us..." He reached in and started rubbing her mound.

I was amazed that he had any idea what he was doing. Joy moaned, "Oooooohhhh!" and arched her back, and Pete sucked in a nipple. Joy started panting rapidly, then went, "NNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHH!!!!" and I watched her toes curl while she writhed between the boys. Peter's fingers started making sloppy noises and he grinned at Michael.

"I bet you loved THAT!" he whispered in Joy's ear.

"Ooh! Oh! Ooh!" Joy grunted; I could see her stomach clench from her climax. I was glad I was taping this -- it was one of the hottest scenes I'd ever seen! In a moment, she flopped back and croaked, "No more!"

"Wasn't that fun?" Michael cooed. "You owe Peter -- lean over there and suck him like the woman on TV is doing..." Joy turned glazed eyes on the screen and leaned over into Peter's lap. Peter took her head in his hands and began to smile.

"Joy! Isn't that a nice name?" Peter mused aloud, grinning. Joy was slurping away, thoroughly domesticated.

Timing was tight -- I figured that I had maybe five minutes to intervene before they fucked the girl -- and none of the three of them knew what they were doing. Jean was slumped in the swivel chair with one hand in her crotch and the other rolling a nipple between her fingers. On the screen in front of her, Holly was licking Heather's clit while Amy fed her the dildo, muttering, "Real cocks are better, but you get the idea..." It was time to take charge of the situation.

I tiptoed up behind Jean and said, singsong, "Jeannie's a pervert, Jeannie's a pervert..." Jean jumped two feet in the air and came down sputtering.

"Me!? I don't have cameras all over my house!"

"Nice try," I replied. "It's one thing to have a surveillance system that cycles through several locations, and another to lock things down and make like a voyeur, getting off on a bunch of minors having lesbian sex!"

"Yeah, well..." She stood there looking flustered. "I'm leaving!"

"No you're not. Sit down -- I have something to show you." I entered a password and some keystrokes and fast-forwarded through the resulting clip until it got to be particularly damning. "See this?"

"Oooohhh..." Jean deflated, visibly.

"I warned you, Honey -- now it's too late. Get up and get out of that bathing suit."

"Why?"

"Don't ask -- there's no time. I was going to enjoy this -- rub it in -- but we're on a schedule. Just do it." I ordered.

"No."

"Fine. Tell you what -- I'll just show this video of your little voyeuristic episode to the parents of, say, Holly, or Gina. How's that? Even after you get out of jail, you'll have to register with the cops as a sex offender. Kate's momma knows you're a voyeur, and Heather no doubt does -- Amy, too -- but there are plenty of people who would see this as an elaborate setup involving you, and maybe Heather..."

"You wouldn't!"

"Shut up and get out of that suit -- NOW! I TOLD you -- we're in a hurry here!"

"For what? For you to rape me?"

I delivered a judicious slap. "I'm TRYING to save the virginity of the fourteen-year-old you're NOT watching! Now MOVE!" I threatened another swing.

Jean started moving, white-faced and shocky. "Hurry!" I insisted, "I don't know if Joy is on the Pill -- and if she isn't, Michael or Pete could impregnate her at any moment! Do you want a paternity suit, too?"

"Omigod!" Jean picked up the pace markedly, staggering off toward the door and into the hallway with her swimsuit bottoms tying her up. In a moment, she was clear of them and running barefoot past the TV room toward the basement, with me on her heels.

"Boys! Hold up!" I yelled in the stairwell. In a moment, we thudded clear -- not a moment too soon; Joy was on her hands and knees blowing Michael -- and Peter was behind her, aiming his cock at her gash!

Joy bounded up with a shriek. "I -- We -- He..." She stood there, trying to figure out where to run.

"You're not in trouble, Honey," I told her. "Go back to what you're doing."

"Wh--what?"

"Give Michael his blow job. You were enjoying it -- I know you were. Go on back to it -- we're here to preserve your cherry for a little bit -- that's all." I turned to where Jean was regarding me, open mouthed, and said, "Take Peter over there and show him a good time. He needs to know what he's doing before he takes Joy's cherry."

"WHAT?"

"Just do it. If you don't think I own your ass, think again!"

"You don't..."

"A girl with your coloration shouldn't wear orange jumpsuits, Honey. Can you imagine what the other inmates will want from you?"

"Cletus, please!"

"So it's please, now! Look at me. Say 'You own me.' Go on..." I stood waiting.

Jean licked her lips. "You own me."

"Now, go fuck Pete. Show him a good time. Show him how to make a girl VERY happy. Pete, she's your play toy until further notice."

"Wow! Thanks, Cletus!"

"I TOLD you I'd get you laid -- although you surprised me by almost handling it yourself!" I chuckled. "Jean..." I admonished when she didn't move.

"Cletus, this is..."

"Punishment for unauthorized voyeurism," I cut her off. "Now!" My voice was a whipcrack.

"Yes, Cletus," Jean answered dully. Joy burst into a wail.

"NOW see what you've done?" I snapped. "Don't just fart around -- you show Pete, here, every erogenous zone you own. I want to see you cum -- understand?"

"Yes, Cletus!" Jean gathered herself. "Come, Peter -- we're to enjoy ourselves. I'll... show you how it's done."

"She's got an itchy clit," Pete," I told him. "If she seems reluctant, you can warm her up the way you did Joy."

Pete seemed to grow six inches. "Okay."

Meanwhile, Joy was blubbering. "Come here, Honey," I told her. "Shhhh -- were you having a good time? Don't lie to Uncle Cletus, now."

Joy looked into my eyes for a bit, sniffling. "Y--yes."

"Okay, then. We didn't mean to scare you like this -- but Pete was going to take your cherry, and he's never had sex with a girl to date, so we wanted to fix things, first, okay?"

"Y--yes. T--thank you."

"You're welcome, Sweety. Wanna cuddle with Michael and suck his cock for a while? I'll make it worth your while..."

Joy turned big, confused eyes on me. "I'm not in trouble for that?"

"No, Baby -- you're not in trouble. That's just natural. Tell, me, Honey -- are you on birth control?"

"Uh huh. Sis and I get bad cramps..."

"Well, now -- that's just perfect!"

"It is?"

"Sure, Baby. You can enjoy your boyfriends without worries! Now go over and take charge of Michael's cock and Uncle Cletus will diddle your cunny until you cum like Pete did -- okay?"

"Cletus!" Jean erupted.

"YOU shut up!" I rasped. "You have NO IDEA what's going on here. Joy was in the midst of the most wonderful evening of her life before we burst in, weren't you, Honey?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"No buts, Missy. You belong to Pete and Michael now. They're gonna cuddle you and tickle your clitty and take you to dances and stuff -- and fuck your brains out. Isn't that great?"

Joy was coming out of shock now; she looked dubious, but... "Dances?"

"Sure. Dates. Right boys?"

"Yup..." Pete grunted as he inserted his cock in a recumbent Jean. "Holy Jeezus!"

"I told you that was the good stuff," I pointed out to Pete. "See?"

"Gawd!" he gasped. Holding still, he gathered himself. "I'm gonna shoot all over the place if I move," he gasped at Jean. Then he crooked a finger at Joy. "Do you have a problem with doing this?"

Joy looked down at the juncture of Pete and Jean. "I, uh, umm -- probably not." She looked away, embarrassed.

"Then we'll go on dates," Pete puffed. "Lots of dates. You and me. You and Michael. You and me and Michael. Right Michael?"

"Right!" Michael nodded. He wasn't sure if he was ever going to finish that blow job -- you could see it in his face.

Pete reached out to caress Joy's cheek. "Go suck Michael. Make him happy. You know you like it -- WE know you like it. Cletus will make your cunny happy. Okay, Sweetie?"

"Well..." Joy wasn't stupid -- she was back on an even keel and she knew she was being used for sex. But you could see in her face that she thought the bargain was a pretty good one.

"Give me a kiss and go see Michael," Pete said softly.

I had to give the boy credit -- he was a natural! Joy leaned in nervously for a kiss, got a good one, and happily turned to go take care of Michael's aching erection, all doubts resolved. Seconds later, she was making juicy sucking noises and moaning while Michael twiddled her puffy brown nipples between his fingers. "Kid, you're gonna need very little help from me," I chuckled.

"I can't BELIEVE how this feels!" Pete grunted, slowly beginning to move.

I eyed Jean. "Me, either!" she puffed. If she was faking it, she was doing a convincing job...

"Bite her nipples," I suggested. "Gently." Pete grinned and leaned down. Jean groaned. "Yeah, she likes that," I confirmed. I wandered over to Joy; she had a nice, prominent clit. I started buzzing it with three fingers and she started singing around Michael's cock. In next to no time she was grunting and humping and her pussy was slushy and pulsing under my fingers; when I let up, she made like a Hoover on Michael's cock, all reservations forgotten. Ah, young love... or lust, or whatever...

Pete didn't take that long to cum -- surprise, surprise -- but Jean just wrapped her legs behind his ass and gasped, "Keep going!" Given how fast he got off, it was no surprise that he had thirds available. Jean was pinking up nicely, which was cute with that little splash of freckles across her nose. "Isn't this better than watching?" I asked her. That got me a look, but exactly what was she going to do, anyway? I watched while Pete rode her home; it seems like everybody has a unique noise to make while cumming, and Jean was no exception, coming out with a "Guh! Guh! Guh!" sound I'd never heard before.

You guys hang out with what you've got," I said, waving, "I need to go check on things." Michael grunted and waved; Pete didn't even look up.

In the office, I checked on the girls; Kate was riding Holly's face while Gina buzzed her clit with a vibrator. Heather and Amy were entwined, but not doing anything much, apparently -- probably resting after a bout. That seemed fine; I checked the basement, but things hadn't changed appreciably. Glancing at my watch, I realized that Karen should be along soon, so I punched up a camera with a view of the door and flicked between the three sites, keeping myself up to date.

Joy took Michael's load a couple of minutes later; he grabbed her head and tried to find her stomach with his cock at the last minute -- which didn't make her that happy, but she survived after a cough or two. Michael had the good sense to apologize, then drag Joy onto his lap to give his hands something to do while he collapsed in a chair where he could watch his friend put the meat to his mother.

Jean's movements made it clear that her initial objections were a thing of the past; Pete was having trouble hanging on, occasionally, let alone getting a good stroke in. But it wasn't doing his ego any harm, so I didn't consider the whole thing to be a problem.

Holly and Gina had moved to double-teaming Amy with BOTH the dildo and the vibrator while Amy sucked Heather's pussy. Amy's face was obscured, but Heather's glowed -- and Amy's body was doing a lot of bouncing and jittering.

The front door popped open -- Karen had arrived, and was being quiet, calling, "Cletus?" I got up and headed down the hall to meet her. "How are things going?" she asked.

"They're in full swing," I replied. "Most of the girls are sucking pussy in the TV room, and the boys are entertaining downstairs. Jean succumbed to her voyeuristic tendencies and I caught her dead to rights, so she's domesticated, finally -- right now, she's in the basement teaching Pete all about fucking."

"Okay..." Karen muttered, watching me. 'What about me?' was understood without actually having to be said.

"Get undressed -- you're going to return the favor," I told her. "Go on down and take Jean's boy Michael in hand and teach him to fuck. I'll be along to keep their little slip occupied." I waved her ahead of me.

"Fuck Michael?" she confirmed on the stairs.

"Fuck Michael," I agreed.

"Yeah, that's kinky..."

"I knew you'd be thrilled," I chuckled.

Pete looked up and blinked as his mother cleared the stairwell. Karen waved and said, "Hi, Sweetie," but moved dutifully onward to place herself before Michael. "Cletus says you need a fuck."

Michael looked at me and then at Pete and his mother and muttered, "That makes sense, I guess."

"I'll keep Joy occupied for the moment," I told him, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. "I'll bring her back in basically the same condition."

"Uh, thanks..." Michael mumbled. Karen climbed right onto the chair. Pete eyed the situation -- you could see him processing it -- then he nodded and went back to paying full attention to what he was doing. I guess he wasn't surprised any more at what his momma was capable of.

That left me standing there holding Joy by the wrist. The girl seemed to have no will of her own; I'd never seen a girl more biddable. I snagged a couple of couch pillows and hauled her off to a spot on the carpet where I could stretch out. "Sit," I directed. "Wanna talk for a bit? How are you doing?" She sat there looking at me and made to speak a couple of times, but nothing came out. I realized that she was probably a little bit freaked out. "You're safe. I know things are a little wild right now, but I think you're gonna come out on top."

"All this sex..." she muttered. She eyed me fearfully. "I'm not in trouble?"

"Nope."

Her eyes settled on Pete, who was apparently finishing up in Jean, from the look on his face. "I'm confused."

"Tell me what you know, and I'll try to fill in the blanks, Honey," I said gently.

"The big girls pushed me out," she muttered. "Sis made me come down here..."

"The big girls wanted to play with each other -- and sex toys," I told her gently. "They're upstairs doing mostly what's going on down here, except there aren't any boys."

"Why send me here?" Joy wondered. "This wasn't safe..."

"It was a chance for you to meet boys."

"They were all mad."

"You interrupted them."

"Then..."

"You got into your own little sex game," I amplified. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes." Her face screwed up. "That's bad, isn't it?"

"No, not really, Honey," I told her. "You adapted to the situation. You're not hurt, right?"

"No."

"Okay."

"Then you showed up..."

"Just as you were about to fuck. Are you mad?" I asked.

"Well..." She shook her head. "I don't know how I got there. I don't know if it's gonna happen again. I wanted it -- now I'm scared. Why did you stop it?"

"The boys weren't much more experienced than you are, Honey. I didn't want them to mess up your first time."

"Oh. But..." Pete and Jean were sitting up. Michael had Karen on the floor and was going to town in her pussy.

"But I brought in a couple of old women and cut you out?" I chuckled. "Those old women aren't competition -- they're here to teach the boys what pussy is like. When they're done, you're gonna have your hands full."

"No." Joy shook her head.

"No?"

"They won't come back to me."

"They said they would," I pointed out. "Remember?"

"Why should they?"

"Ain't nothing wrong with you, Babe," I insisted. "Besides, they can't take old chicks out on dates, you know? You've got the inside track."

"No," Joy insisted.

"Pete!" I yelled, waving him over. "Joy thinks you're done with her." Pete got that look that said he was wondering if he could get it up again, so I added, "Long-term."

"Oh." He eyed her. "We had a deal -- are you backing out?"

"What?"

"You be good to us and we'll be good to you," Pete amplified.

"Like that?" Joy pointed to where Michael and Karen were rutting.

"Like that," Pete agreed. "Is that a problem? It didn't seem to be."

"It isn't." Joy looked away, embarrassed.

"Okay, then," Pete replied. He reached out to cup her left breast. "These are nice."

Joy smiled shyly.

"See?" I pressed. "It's all settled. Now, I'm getting tired of just watching. Joy, I'm gonna lie down on my back -- you crawl over me and practice your cock sucking and I'll show you a couple of things a guy can do with his tongue. Pete, you should hang out and watch -- I'll show you how to make a girl sing for her supper!" I got things going as a sixty-nine with Joy on top; she was whining and gurgling and trying to swallow my cock in no time. After a couple of minutes and one noisy cum, I rolled us over and handed Joy off to Pete for the practical exercise and pulled Jean down to the floor beside them. "Finally!" I growled, rocking her back and pressing my cock against her hole. "THIS took long enough..."