Chapter 17
Taming Jason and the Blow-Job Academy

Rodney "Rodday" Pinkham adjusted the fur collar of his coat and stepped around the corner and onto Tabitha Adams' little strip of sidewalk real estate. Tabitha eyed him with distaste; he looked prosperous, and he was, being the new uncrowned king of prostitution in the South Central district. Tabitha had seen them come and go, but usually they came on bright and tasteless; Rodday's dress bespoke a more refined, tasteful -- and therefore more controlled and dangerous -- individual. He'd been busy in recent weeks, absorbing the 'independent' hookers, and it didn't take a genius to realize that tonight would be his first attempt to absorb HER, too... The coat and hat were tasteful, the shoes brightly shined but conservative -- and no doubt the suit beneath the coat was Brooks Brothers. Tabitha hitched at her push-up bra and straightened the seam of her hose, the garters of which peeked out from beneath her short, split skirt, rigging for the coming confrontation.

"Evenin' Tabitha," Rodday kicked off.

"Rodday." Tabitha nodded in greeting.

"The more I hear about you, the more I'm surprised that you're still working," Rodday observed.

"Well, the pension plan doesn't kick in for a coupla weeks," Tabitha snapped.

"You're pretty lucky, all around, but it's GOT to end, sometime. Why DON'T you have a pension plan? Or at least insurance?"

Tabitha eyed him. "Rodday, I have yet to see an old, retired hooker. But I seen a lot of dead ones, an' hookers with pimps seem to take that kind of retirement quicker than any other group! If I have to pay for YOUR kind of insurance, I'll stop eatin' an' stop havin' stuff, an' pretty soon, I'll be retired in the ground wit' the rest!"

"Drugs are cheaper, direct..."

"They'd HAVE to be!" Tabitha ranted, "If I have to give YOU most of my income, cheaper ain't cheap enough! I gotta boy to raise!"

"He's old enough to turn out," Rodday observed.

"Mebbe. Look, fool! I outlasted a BUNCH o' you an' yours bein' independent, an' I like it that way! You got nicer stuff on your string, you don' need an old broken down whore like me! Lemme alone and go chase somebody worthwhile!"

Rodday shrugged. "You be right, in some ways, but it's the principle of the thing. To the young stuff, you represent success. I can't have you representing 'independent' success. You understand?"

"Yeah." Shit was going downhill. Next, some enforcer would show up to kick the shit out of her, and she'd end up owing Rodday her hospital bills. A synapse spat in her brain. "Hey, lookie here, you don' think I'm TOTALLY independent, do ya?"

Rodday blinked. "Say what?"

"I got cover. I don' talk 'bout it, 'cause it might cause shit to go down over competition, but I gotta umbrella. From a big guy, wit' nationwide pull!" She eyed him archly. "You don' wanna fuck wit' THAT -- he gets pissed off, he'll SPLASH your little pond!"

"Huh!" Rodday was far from convinced. "What's his name?"

Tabitha looked at the pimp like he had two heads, both of them stupid. "I tell YOU an' one o' his people pay me a visit askin' why I rocked the boat! 'Cause YOU'D be dumb enough to stick your oar in, then, wouldn't ya?"

Rodday shook his head and turned, fingering the brim of his hat. "Well, Tabitha, I won't say it ain't been entertainin'. You oughta start a new career as a storyteller, after THAT line of shit!" Shaking his head, he stalked off.

Tabitha watched him leave with an expression of triumph. He'd be back, and she'd probably have to knuckle under for a time -- but not tonight! She was premature, though; Rodday met one of his lieutenants two blocks down. "She says she's covered by big heat. Ask around a bit. If she's lying, send in Dumbjohn." The lieutenant nodded, and Rodday got into his Lincoln.

Inez lay in her marital bed, exhausted. Her Master had returned with Lord Armand angry about something; he'd dragged her into the bedroom and ridden her brutally from behind, periodically adding to her misery by spanking her striped ass cheeks. He'd finished mere moments before Velma's call to serve dinner, and she'd had to surge up and rush out. He didn't appear at dinner -- Lord Armand dined alone, which was unusual -- but he appeared in the kitchen at one point, requiring her to bare her breasts and remain that way while she served Lord Armand's dessert. When she'd returned to her quarters after dinner, he was there again, watching television -- but he shut the thing off immediately upon her arrival, and dragged her off to bed.

This time wasn't the same, though; oh, there was the usual pounding attack, but she liked that. Master had pushed her knees to her chest and hammered away, bringing her to orgasm three times before collapsing, obviously exhausted, across her. At this point, she THOUGHT he was sleeping, while she rubbed his flanks, her legs crossed below his ass, holding his shrinking cock in place. If she was going to Hell for her trespasses, this would be a fond memory to take with her. Raoul... Raoul had never been comparable, even the first time. But THIS had been almost... domestic. What if Master followed through on his threat to have her share his bed regularly? How bad could that be?

Jason lay atop her castigating himself. Soon, SHE would own HIM! Why did the damned woman have to be so comfortable? He was slipping, losing his edge... They'd just fucked -- JUST fucked, nothing added, no pain or humiliation. The woman absorbed his every output, one way or another; there didn't seem to be any way of putting a dent in her basic placidity. In her way, she was as bad as that bitch Felicia... He'd beaten her, pissed in her, raped her, humiliated her, beaten her ass a SECOND time... Then he'd basically run out of inspiration and merely taken his pleasure with her -- and she was laying under him, purring and rubbing his back! It was like operating in a rubber room with a plastic spoon -- no way to make a dent! And in the meantime, the chubby cunt was growing her ticket to continued longevity with him, day by day, in her womb! No, whatever the outward appearance, he was NOT in control of this situation...

He rolled off her, onto his back, fighting the wrap of her legs only until she realized his intent. "Clean me up." Inez made to rise, and he grabbed a handful of her thick, black hair. "With your MOUTH, you silly cunt!" She subsided immediately and went to work, and Jason began to stiffen, again. There was no way he was going to cum again so soon, however, so he just dealt with it, "Less blowjob and more cleaning... Do you have an alarm clock in this hovel?"

"Yes, Master."

"Awaken me at five-thirty." Might as well rip off a piece before breakfast... Inez rose to set the alarm, and the post-coital urge to urinate seized Jason while he watched. "Come over here, I need to piss."

"Yes, Master."

Inez knelt up and cradled her Master's cock while he AGAIN poured urine down her, finishing the vile act with, "Okay, go wash up; I might want to use that mouth again tonight..." How she managed not to vomit wasn't clear to her. Inez spent ten minutes rinsing with mouthwash and brushing her teeth, but the ghost of the awful taste wouldn't go away... Being used as a receptacle like this was utter humiliation!

For Jason's part, the exercise had value. She hated it -- that much was abundantly clear -- so she would continue to do it until neither of them thought anything of it. Use the tools that came to hand... Jason drifted off to sleep.

Master was snoring softly when Inez came out of the bathroom. She stood there, trying to figure out what he would want her to do, and finally settled upon putting on a nightie and sliding in beside him.

Bianca, listening to the relative quiet from her bed, smiled ruefully. Mama didn't have much attention to spare for her the last couple of days... Bianca had left the Wench's penis gag demonstration soon after Mister Armand, grabbing dinner directly from Velma in the kitchen, which gave her an opportunity to watch Mama run back and forth and Mister Jason harass her. After dinner, she'd crept home and hung out in the sitting room while Mister Jason apparently wore Mama out; now she was in her bedroom trying to figure out what to do about it. It had long since come home to her that despite the beatings, abuse, and humiliation, given a choice, Mama would choose to be with Mister Jason. Bianca had a certain sentimental attachment to Papa, but Papa had always been too preoccupied with his various angers and injustices to deliver more than token support to her. And Papa's fine mix of anger and ignorance not only got him in trouble regularly, but had been applied to HER on a regular basis, too. Maybe SHE was better off with Mister Jason... In the meantime, having overheard what must have been some cataclysmic sex, she was hyped up... She slipped back out of bed, throwing on a robe, and padded out of her family's rooms to the kitchen. Velma was there, her bulk settled in a chair. "Hey, Honey how yo' doin'?"

Bianca shrugged. "Things are pretty wild right now -- and hard to get away from..."

"You miss yo' Papa?" Velma looked sympathetic.

"Well, not that much, really." Bianca hung her head, ashamed of the admission.

"Honey, Ah don' know howta say this, but yo' Papa lef' a black cloud everwhere he went. Jason might be a 'provement."

"Mama isn't sure yet." Bianca pushed a lock of her lustrous hair behind her left ear.

"Yes she is, Honey. Yo' Mama been sure fo' some time. Jason abuses da shit outta her, but he's payin' 'tention ta HER, not hisself! Some girls, it don' matter what KIND o' 'tention they get, long as they get SOME... An' Jason likes his sex, too. She ain't hurtin' fo' THAT, Ah bet..."

"THAT's for sure!" Bianca rolled her eyes. "I think Mister Jason's up to three, tonight; from what I heard a little bit ago, Mama is getting two or three for one, too!"

"Dat why yo' down here wit' an' ol' fat woman?" Velma chuckled.

"Well..." Bianca grinned. "Usually, I talk to the Wench, lately, but Mister Charles has gagged her..."

"He come through here wit' a soda bottle... New toy?"

"Yeah." Bianca blushed. "It's a... penis gag."

Velma rumbled and jiggled. "So Felicia's suckin' a rubber cock?"

"Uh huh."

"Lotta sex 'round here, fo' the likes o' you..."

"Uh huh."

"How you handlin' dat, Honey?" Velma eyed her critically.

"Well..."

"Li'l itchy?"

Bianca nodded. "Mama and Mister Jason are hot, even if he's too violent for me. I'm holding my own with him..."

Velma put her hands on the table and suddenly looked taut and dangerous. "He messin' wit' you?"

"Oh, NO!" Bianca waved it off. "Not at all! He's kind of made it clear that if I need anything, I should come to him, but I have rights that Mama doesn't have, and one of them is the right not to be messed with. He's been fine, about that..." She pondered a bit. "But he has no problem using me to embarrass Mama. Last night he bent her over a chair in front of me to see what we'd both do." She grinned at the memory. "I sat there and watched a while, refusing to act excited -- even helped Mama pull her dress off!"

Velma chuckled, jiggling. "But you WAS excited wasn't you?"

"Yeah..." Bianca dropped her eyes.

"Well, sometimes a girl got to take things in hand..." Velma eyed her sidelong.

"Yeah." Bianca agreed, then continued, "Sometimes the Wench is worse -- that marathon blowjob thing on the porch the other day..." She sighed; she hadn't really handled that well...

"Yeah, Ah heard sumpthin'. What was DAT all 'bout?"

"Wench was deep throating Mister Armand and vomited. Mister Charles had her practice with four of the yard boys..."

"Holy Jeezus! Fo'?" Velma's expression was comical.

Bianca grinned. "She went through them, twice..."

Velma shook her head, sighing. Bianca eyed her quizzically, and Velma muttered, wistfully, "Ol' fat women need luvin', too... Ah don' git much. Do a li'l sumpthin' here an' dere ta take da edge off..." She eyed Bianca. "Yo' young and purty. Boys be fallin' all over yo', Ah bet..."

"I'm TOO young -- or at least boys my age are!" Bianca complained. "They're all just... boys..."

"So, you lookin' somewhere else?" Velma eyed her sidelong. "Out t' the yard, mebbe?"

Bianca blushed, "Well..."

"Young Pete, mebbe? I got eyes. Ah dream a l'il bit, too. If Ah was fookin' mo' Ah'd be eatin' less..."

Bianca blinked. "It's so hard?"

"Ol' fat cow like me? What'm Ah goin' ta do? Hang a 'Fook Me' sign on mah door?"

"Well, you could ask Mister Armand to bring you in something -- I hear he does it for the yard boys..."

"Oh, shoah! Ah'm goin' go see da Boss an' tell him my wet spot needs workin'!" Velma rolled her eyes. "Da Boss done me once... You know dat, right? Boss ALWAYS does his womenfolk, least once. Bet he done yo' Mama..." Bianca nodded. "Problem is, it ain't 'bout fun -- it's 'bout the Boss makin' shoah ya know yo' place. Mo' like an ass whuppin' some ways..." She mused a moment. "Ah'm reachin' da point where all Ah 'member is da good parts..." Her regard sharpened. "Hey, yo' seen the yard boy's things, then? Their tools?"

"Yeah." Bianca blushed.

"You mind..."

"Ummmm, okay." Bianca gathered a breath. "Anyone in particular, first?"

"Ah dunno. Anybody, Ah guess. Take 'em in order..."

"Well, I don't have any experience, so... I saw Phillippe's first -- it seemed pretty decent; had that skin thing..."

"Fo'skin, Honey. How big was it?"

"Oh, like so, I guess." Bianca measured out a distance with her hands, about six inches. This kind of tickled her -- it was kind of like telling a girlfriend at school. "Ed went second. He didn't have a foreskin, and his cock -- that's what the Wench calls them -- was a little longer, but narrower. The head was smaller, too. He gagged the Wench pretty seriously."

"Yeah? That so? Huh..." Velma appeared to be visibly rearranging her fantasy cast of characters. "Okay, who's next?"

"Boris," Bianca replied. "His was a little shorter than Phillippe's -- not much -- but it was thick. It had a foreskin, too. Boris has big... balls, too."

"No shit? Ah didn't think you'd be seein' Boris..."

"He wasn't happy, but he got over it. I was leaning over the Wench's shoulder while holding her arms, and I did this..." Bianca wiggled her shoulders, causing her bust to shimmy. "Poor guy's eyeballs about fell out and he just poured it down the Wench's throat!" she confided, giggling.

"Wish Ah'd seen that..." Velma was wistful. "Who else? Pete?"

"Uh huh," Bianca nodded. "Pete's cock is as beautiful as the rest of him. It's longer than Ed's, and about as thick as Phillippe's, circumcised -- is that right? Circumcised? Good sized balls, too!"

Velma sighed. "Pete's outta my league, but I bet YOU could land him!" Bianca went cherry-red, and Velma continued, "Ah seen you watchin' him through da window... Dat what yer lookin' fo'?" Bianca couldn't raise her eyes. "If'n yo' huntin' DAT bunch, Ah think yo' oughta go by age; Pete first, den Phillippe an' Ed. Me, Ah probly hafta work back da other way..."

"I STILL think you ought to talk to Mister Armand..."

"Nah. Probly catch somethin'. Male hoors is all queer anyways. What Ah want fook wit' a queer fo'?" Velma chuckled. "Ya'll run along, now, Girl. Yo' done give an ol' fat woman enough fantasies fo' a while..." Bianca grinned and headed back to her room, snatching a soda from the refrigerator in the process. What Mama didn't know wouldn't hurt her...

Nate and Nora, Draper and Tenisha were sitting in Gino's Greasy Spoon, a popular hangout, having dinner. The guys were thanking God it was cheap, but otherwise, things were going well. On entry, Tenisha had announced that sitting in the two back booths was not an option; they'd attained a certain notoriety over the last few weeks as a place where wild things happened... Nonetheless, it was Friday, and still early, relatively speaking. Tenisha confided quietly to Nora while the boys paid the bill, "I can't be doin' that shit in public, but I wouldn't mind practicing a little tonight..."

"Sex?"

"Uh, yeah. The uh, oral kind..." Tenisha seemed embarrassed. "We haven't really done that..."

"Well," Nora confided, "I'm not exactly an expert..."

"Nate like it?"

"Oh, yeah. I do, too. There's a... mindset to it. If you do sixty-nine, you're distracted by your own pleasure, so you don't do as well with his, and vice-versa. So it's best kind of one-sided..."

"What about sperm? You swallow?"

"Yeah." Nora shrugged. "I like the stuff. Nate gets a kick out of me sucking it out of the rubber after we have sex, and cleaning him with my mouth..."

"Really? Wish we had somewhere to go..."

"Well, since it doesn't seem to be a problem, let's got to my house!"

"No shit? What about your Momma?"

"Mom stays out of it; she and Daddy both basically approve of Nate and they know what we're up to. She might have a concern about you two if we rub her nose in it, but otherwise she'll probably assume we're being good, just because there are four of us..."

"Okay, let's tell the guys. Isn't it funny that WE'RE the ones with a place?"

"Yeah," Nora sighed. "Poor Nate..."

"Draper's 'bout as bad. He's got a couple of older brothers who ain't role models, if you know what I mean..."

"I can imagine."

Nate and Draper ambled up, and Tenisha announced, "We're going to Nora's for a while, if you boys don't mind..."

Draper interpreted the sly look that went with the announcement as probable trouble, but he didn't see much more going on than some heavy petting. Passing a look with Nate, he shrugged, "Okay." It was better than goin' home and beatin' off, by a long shot, even if it wasn't actual sex...

Nate really didn't have much choice. His primary concern was the fact that he hadn't been deep in Nora since Wednesday. Well, shit, you can't have everything... "Sure."

The girls got up and the two couples paraded out. In the car, driving home, Nora noticed Nate's preoccupation. "What's the matter, Honey?"

"We're stayin' kinda public since you saw your Daddy..."

"Oh, THAT! Don't worry, Honey. Neither Daddy nor anyone else has dictated the end of our sex life." She reached in his lap and played with the bulge behind his fly. "I'd play with it now, but I want to live to get home. Relax, Mama fix." She leaned over and ran her lips over his neck.

"Awright." Nate shuddered. "THAT could get us killed..."

"Mom? We're home!" Nora announced herself fifteen minutes later, on arrival. "Draper and Tenisha are with us; we're going to go up to my room to watch some TV."

"Why don't you use the big one down here?" Sharon countered, coming out of the den. "I can make myself scarce, if that's what is required..." She eyed her daughter sidelong.

Nora thought furiously. "Uh, okay. Could you get us some Cokes and stuff while I run upstairs for a couple of things?" Sharon nodded and Nora bussed Nate quickly before dashing for the stairs. "One minute, guys! Settle in; I'll be right back!" Sharon figured her daughter had to pee, and Nate thought she might be after rubbers, but they were both wrong; Nora made straight for her mother's room and for what she'd mentally dubbed 'the toy box'. She remembered her original inventory of the contents, and something stuck out as topical... Yeah, there it was! 'Monster Cock Facials'! She snatched the video and crossed to her own room to shuck out of her pantyhose. With Nate, regular nylons and a garter belt were the way to go -- Daddy's maids had made THAT impression. She'd have to go out and get some... Rubbers were an afterthought; after all, she was planning on giving a blowjob... She stuck the DVD between two other cases and skipped down the stairs.

Sharon was just finishing laying out some drinks and snacks on the coffee table. "I was going to bed, and I guess I don't see any good reason not to follow through. You kids stay out of trouble and make sure everyone gets home before their parents start looking for them, okay?" Nate could probably stay out all night without problems, but she wasn't sure about the other couple, a pair of black kids. The girl -- Tenisha? -- looked fairly prosperous and well-taken-care-of...

"Okay, Mom. We'll make sure Draper gets Tenisha home before her dad comes looking..." Nora assured her mother, who nodded and walked out, headed for the stairs. Kids on a Friday night... Well, she was home, and they probably wouldn't be up to much in the den -- if they DID, it'd be Nate, who was a known quantity. Sharon, on the other hand, had to prepare for her next interview with Armand -- and that required sleep, if she could get it...

Nora waited until her mother's feet were on the stairs, then riffled the videos before Tenisha, exposing the porn flick. "I thought we might learn something..." Tenisha fished it out, eyes round.

Nate took a look and flashed Nora a glance, "Raidin' the toy box?" Nora grinned.

Draper took a look at the source of comment and his eyebrows rose. What the fuck?

Nora took up explanations. "We thought we might learn a bit about blowjobs..."

The guys passed a surprised glance, which Draper shifted to Tenisha, who blushed, but held her ground. Handing the video to Nora, she said, "Start it up..." Nora went over and stuck it in the player.

The guys were kind of embarrassed by the 900-number phone sex ads and such; the girls were giving them the eye like the content was their fault. Draper took a shot: "Baby, you sure 'bout this?"

Tenisha produced a rather carnivorous smile. "Yeah. I need to see what I'm in for..."

Draper succumbed to the temptation to be defensive. "These muthafuckahs'll probably be worse'n anythin' I dish out..." Tenisha's return glance said, 'We'll see...' The glance she flicked Nora was triumphant; the boys were going to be all set to prove that THEY weren't the kind of bastards that took advantage of women, which would play into their hands...

The credits and other preliminaries finally finished, and the first scene began with a perfunctory interview with a young blonde, interspersed at odd intervals with what must have been 'after' shots -- pictures of her with cum dripping from her face. They moved on to a scene with her kneeling up before a guy with a camera and a pretty sizeable erection, a side shot that still didn't show the guy's face. Nate reflected that at least he wasn't black... The guy said, "You understand, we're gonna go deep... You need to hang with it."

The woman licked her lips and nodded, murmuring, "I like it deep..." Then she moved in and started licking.

The two couples had settled on the couch girl-boy-girl-boy, with Nora on the far left. Tenisha turned to Draper, "Get it out." Draper was already stiff; she could tell. Draper flashed a glance at Nate, but Nora was giving HIM a look that said he should comply, too. Nate shrugged and undid his belt so he could rise up and shuck his jeans to his ankles. Draper rubbed his face and made shift to follow.

Nora wrapped her hand around Nate's erection as soon as it was clear, which provided an incentive for Nate to be more thorough, toeing out of his running shoes and working on kicking fully free of his jeans. Draper rumbled, "What 'bout her Mama?"

Nate shrugged. "I done worse, from her viewpoint."

Tenisha wasn't going to allow backsliding. "Go on..."

Draper grimaced. "Awright." Even if Nate could get away with this, it didn't mean HE could... But 'Nisha wasn't takin' 'No' for an answer... Her hand enveloped his shaft and started moving and he set himself to try to last a bit, if possible, given the stimulation.

On screen, the young woman was working on the erection with ovalled lips and hollowed cheeks, her eyes on the camera shooting the action from above as if she were looking into her partner's eyes. Theory had it the guy getting serviced was filming it himself. She'd move in and out on it, jacking the length she wasn't running in and out of her mouth with her hand in rhythm to her suction. Soft hands on the boys’ cocks unconsciously emulated the rhythm. Every once in a while, she's back off and lick it along the underside. The view shifted to a side shot that showed her using her free hand to massage the man's balls, then zoomed in for a close-up.

Nate was starting to dance on the couch; he couldn't help it. Draper was absolutely rigid, attempting not to do the same. Nora glanced at Nate. "I don't want my face painted -- I want to swallow..."

"I'm not gonna last..." Nate's voice was strained.

Nora backed off on the jacking. "Grab my neck and get me there when the time comes." Nate wheezed relief while Tenisha nodded at Draper, eyes dancing.

Tenisha stopped jacking, too, but Draper was afraid it was too late. "Squeeze it at the base, hard!" he gasped. Tenisha did so. "Hold it..." In a moment, he settled back again. "Okay."

Nate figured the only reason he had any control at all was recent experience with Nora. When she backed off, he managed to get control back -- oh, he was hard enough to cut diamonds, but he wasn't gonna shoot right away...

On screen, the man said, "Okay, drop the hand, I'm gonna drive for a while. The blonde let go of his erection and he palmed the back of her head and began driving her onto it. The blonde lasted about six strokes before she backed off, choking; her face, captured by the hand-held camera, displayed an increasing amount of discomfort with every stroke, ending with the retch. Saliva poured from her mouth in a sticky stream while she got control. The guy let it happen, waiting until she had it again before re-impaling her, pushing deep three or four times before backing off so she could gather herself while still mouthing him.

Tenisha eyed Draper sidelong and he threw up his hands, "Hey, you gals picked this flick -- I ain't apologizin' for shit I ain't done!" She just grinned and started slowly jacking him again.

"I guess deep throat is no picnic," Nora opined.

"Not like THAT!" Nate agreed, "Mama..." He shut up abruptly.

"Nate..." Nora eyed him sidelong.

"Okay." Nate looked embarrassed. "Mama does it, but she's been practicin' a while. The way this dude is rammin' and jammin', I figure he's chokin' her on purpose." He eyed Nora defiantly. "YOUR..." He shut up again, glancing guiltily at Draper and Tenisha.

Nora eyed Nate a moment. Well, the cat was out of the bag, so she might as well admit it. Nate would pay later, though -- and he knew it. "Yes, Honey, my Mom does it, too..."

Tenisha merely shrugged. "Mine does, too. But I think Nate's got a point; this guy's choking her on purpose."

Draper snatched up the box and scanned the advertising, then grunted. "Somethin' 'bout givin' 'em more'n they can handle..." On the screen, things had settled into a pattern: The standing man would allow the blonde a few sucking strokes, then take charge for a bit -- one cycle viewed from above and one from the side. The blonde's neck and chest were shiny and dripping from the copious flow of saliva that choking her was generating. After a couple more cycles, the man grunted, "Okay, try it on your own, now." The blonde gamely worked to absorb his entire length, and succeeded, working relatively slowly. She backed off, looking triumphant, and the man grunted, "Again..." The side view showed her straightening her throat for the effort. When she got it in, though, he pinned her to him, saying, "Okay, now we know you can do it, we're gonna pick things up. I'm gonna work deep for a bit to get started, then you can get me ready for your facial." He let go of her; even the time it took to make the utterance had her cherry red from gagging and lack of air. She staggered back, wheezing, and the man let her suck in a few breaths and get to something resembling control before he gathered her in again. "Awright, here we go! Keep your head down and your throat open!" The next bit was brutal, lasting longer than any previous cycle had. The girl was obviously suffering, but he was getting into her throat every third stroke or so, and the others appeared to be satisfactory, because he was puffing and making little pleased grunts. After what seemed to be quite a while -- even to sympathetic watchers, he backed off and grunted, "Okay, finish me off!" The blonde resumed jacking him and somehow managed not to break rhythm too much while she worked a much shorter length with her mouth.

In a moment, the man took over jacking and a bit after that, he held her back off his erection while he grunted and began to shoot on her face, producing a reasonable quantity that hit one eye, one nostril, her forehead, and her open mouth. Somehow, the girl managed to smile while the camera caught this all at close range, and even wave for the fade-out.

Tenisha turned to eye Draper, who shrugged -- but she didn't let him off, noting, "I see your dick is still hard..."

Nora giggled, pausing the video. "It's a control thing. My Daddy gave Mom this video, and he's into that, so I'm not surprised. As for the boys, I bet they're hard-wired that way -- after all, women's rights are a recent fiction..."

'Fiction' got a look of surprise from Tenisha, but when she thought about it, it made sense. "Okay, so what are we gonna get out of this?"

"Well, it's ALL relevant, under certain circumstances, but the early parts are more so for a cooperative effort," Nora opined. "There's more than one scene..." She started the video again. This time, a black woman knelt before what appeared to be the same male -- yes, it was -- the cock was the same. She fared no better than her predecessor, but the girls managed to learn a few things. The third scene featured a brunette with droopy breasts -- but she was a surprise, an apparently professional cock-gobbler who took all but the man's most brutal thrusts and seemed to enjoy herself.

"Lessee that one again!" Tenisha urged when the scene was over.

"Jeezus, 'Nisha!" Draper whined.

Tenisha smiled and nodded at Nora who picked the scene again from the disk menu, then she bent over and lipped Draper's cock, stopping to murmur, "Big baby..." She tongued the underside, causing a teakettle hiss from her husky boyfriend before directing, "Stand up and turn around -- you don't have to watch the flick any more to have fun..."

Draper got up, flashing Nora an embarrassed glance at this clearest display yet of his man-meat, but Nora was already turning to Nate, who could read the look. He got up, too, and Nora positioned him where she could watch the video for tips while working, then started by wrapping her lips around the crown of his glans and whirling her tongue around the tip. Nate closed his eyes and hissed an indrawn breath -- no, HE wasn't gonna need any flick... He glanced to his left at Draper and rolled his eyes, eliciting a tight grin -- but then Nora dove on him! He felt her shoulders hunch and her throat ripple -- even though he wasn't in it -- before she backed off...

Nora backed off, gasping a bit, and advised Tenisha, "Go deep and gag a little bit -- it'll bring up some spit and make it easier to work. That's what she's doing..." She nodded at the screen.

Tenisha's "Umm hummm," delivered around Draper's cock, was almost drowned out in the "Hrrgh!" Draper grunted at feeling the hum. She locked eyes with her boyfriend and pulled herself onto him, trying for depth. She tensed as it hit the back of her throat, and Draper felt his control disappear. "Fuck, Baby, I'm gonna shoot!"

Tenisha backed off hurriedly. If she'd thought he was big and hard before... The head swelled, and the shaft went from firm to solid, and her tongue felt the pulse of the tube along its bottom as cum started blasting from the tip! Wow!

Cum tasted... different. Thick, gooey, and with an odd tang that hung there on her tongue. Nora backed off Nate just long enough to admonish "Swallow!" before diving back onto him, and Tenisha did so. The stuff kind of stuck in the throat, too... But Draper was gasping and moaning and his hand in her hair told her that he really, really wanted to drive deep, so she sucked him in, still swallowing. After the first couple of blasts, he wasn't delivering that much, anyway -- nothing she couldn't keep up with...

Draper couldn't believe it! Tenisha was sucking his cock like a pro! Or close enough, as far as HE was concerned, anyway... How on Earth could shit get any better? Crazy bitch damn near raped him every time they were alone together... Only fuckin' problem wit 'Nisha was she liked to run things -- an' so what? From where Draper stood, the bennies definitely outweighed the downside... "Oh, fuck, Baby! Damn!"

Tenisha backed off, eyes dancing. "Well, okay. How long do you think it'll be before you're ready?"

"You little shit!" Draper bent and dragged her in for a kiss. There was a taste there, but what the fuck? If she was gonna swallow his load, least he could do...

Nora was taking the advanced course, watching the brunette on the video and diving on Nate's cock, varying things as she watched the woman do on screen. At the moment, the brunette was taking the impacts of one of the man's forced deep throat sessions; Nate, of course, wasn't trying anything like that, so she was trying to get deep on her own, taking it deep until her throat stopped her and backing off. Nate's knees were jumping, something he couldn't control; his hindbrain wanted him pounding that wet sheath he was soaking in! He had no idea how long he was going to last -- Hell, he was surprised it had been THIS long!

Tenisha, coming up from her kiss, glanced over idly. "Nora, Honey, Get your head lower! See how she does it? Give Nate a straight shot!" While Nora complied, Tenisha idly watched Nate's cock saw in and out. Nothin' wrong with it, after all -- nice length... Draper's was thicker, though... "That's it! Lift your chin and give him running room..."

Nora did as she was told. Yeah, this was better -- still no picnic, but better. Mom did this for Daddy, so it was possible, no question. Maybe she'd ask for pointers from Nate's Mama... The thought was hilarious, and she backed off to giggle at it for a second before resuming, something that neither Nate nor the witnesses quite understood...

Tenisha shook the giggle off -- apparently Nora was having fun -- and offered more advice, "Nora, Honey, why don't you let Nate drive?" That she'd EVER advise a girl to hand Nate Adams sexual control over her was a strange idea, but, hey, this was a different kind of Nate, wasn't it?

Nora looked up at her lover and gave him a fractional nod, her eyes trusting. Nate gingerly took her head in his hands. You dream of this shit -- just jammin' your dick down some cunt's throat -- funny, how it's totally different when they're important to you... Nate's first few strokes in control were no deeper than Nora had been taking him, anyway, but she seemed to set herself, so he gingerly pushed beyond. Nora's eyes just watched him; her shoulders hunched, but she didn't fight. Nate didn't hang around; he went back to shorter strokes for a couple, then tried again.

Handing control off to Nate set butterflies to fluttering in Nora's stomach. Somehow, it was wildly exciting -- maybe more exciting than the act itself! The whole thing was a... gift... Having Nate actually TAKE the gift was fulfilling, satisfying. The discomfort was all a part of what made it valuable... Nate was getting there, too. There! He'd poked her throat again! Not deep, not long, and he gave her a respite in between, but he was getting beyond!

Nora's attitude gave Nate confidence, so he went deep again, staying no longer than he had before -- just a quick in and out, a bit deeper than usual. Obviously, from the look on her face, Nora wasn't getting any direct pleasure from the deep stroke, but just as obviously she trusted him and intended to hang in there. Nate rocked her head back and forth a couple of times, their eyes locked, and went for depth again, just as Nora ducked her head a bit. There was a little pop -- felt, not heard -- and an inch of previously exposed cock disappeared into Nora's mouth while her eyes widened. Nate wanted to leave it there SOOOO bad, but it just wasn't smart... Withdrawing fully, he asked, "What happened?"

"I..." Nora wiped her mouth, "swallowed..."

"Okay?"

"Uh huh." Nora leaned forward and Nate resumed driving. They watched each other; Nora knew it was coming almost before Nate did. Again, her throat opened, and Nate drove an extra inch in; this time, he was slower with the withdrawal, and just moved back to a normal 'out' position with her lips around his crown. He held position for just a beat, then took a 'regular' stroke, held a beat, and again went deep.

Nora, for whom repetition was bringing a solid feel for the act, ducked and swallowed, and Nate went even deeper than before! If you could be said to smile around a cock, Nora was doing it, her eyes dancing while Nate's face revealed severe strain from dealing with the new sensations that the constriction at her throat was delivering.

Draper had settled next to Tenisha and both were watching the act, goggle-eyed. "She's doin' it, isn't she?" Tenisha husked. Nate looked up at the pair and nodded tightly. "Wow! Cool!"

Nate backed off again, taking it easy, took another normal stroke or two and telegraphed his intentions. Nora hunkered down and Nate slid forward, but when he stopped, Nora used her grip on his thighs to continue the stroke, sliding him home until her nose was buried in his kinky pubes. "Holy shit!" Nate gasped, and Nora felt it -- Nate's cock growing in her throat, hardening, swelling, pulsing...

Nate couldn't leave. He'd taken over the grip and held Nora there while his cock fired off directly down her throat! He just couldn't pull out; instinct wouldn't let him -- he needed to be buried for this. Triggered, his cock fired once, twice, three times before sanity returned.

When it became clear what was going to happen, Nora shifted from pulling on Nate to pushing -- but it was gentle, an announcement that when he let go, she was going to back off, not an urgent attempt at escape. Now, she backed off to hold his glans in her lips, eyes watering but not crying, ecstatic at the results of her efforts. The only downside was the fact that she'd missed the taste of those first few blasts, having received them beyond the point where her taste buds could come into play -- but Nate's essence was still pouring out, so there was plenty on her tongue, now...

Nate was weak-kneed from reaction -- and scared to death he'd injured his woman! "Are you okay, Baby?"

"Uhmm hummm..." Nora made shift to smile again around his shaft.

"You SURE?" Nate worried. Her eyes were wet...

Nora released his glans. "I'm fine, Honey. Happy, in fact. How was it?"

"It was fuckin' AWESOME! But you're cryin'..."

"Huh? Oh, that's just my eyes watering from choking a bit. Don't worry, Honey -- I'm fine!" Nora smiled broadly.

"Jeez, I wanna applaud, but your Mama might not like it if she showed up to see why! That was something!" Tenisha enthused. Draper just nodded, big-eyed, figuring it wasn't smart to get TOO enthusiastic about another dude's woman in front of him AND your own... Little chunky-assed Nora's stock had gone up in his book; she still wasn't his type, but he understood clearly what Nate saw in her. Li'l bitch was sure game! Tenisha turned to him and husked, "We're gonna work on this, Baby; I'll get better. But in the meantime, how about you two work on US for a while?" Her eyes glinted, and Draper chuckled to himself; yeah, 'Nisha liked to run things, and no, it didn't REALLY bother him, since it only seemed to mean more sex...