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Chapter 25



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 25 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: mM mF MF exhib voy mm f-mast ir oral anal

Chapter 25

        The clubhouse wasn't the only location where there was action that
Friday night.  Several other things were going on.  For instance, when Vince
emerged from the locker rooms at school, he went looking for -- and found --
a pickup in the parking lot...

        "Hey," Fred Carter greeted him quietly as he slid into the seat...

        "Hey."  Vince was cautious.  "So what's up?"

        "You might think it's a little kinky," Fred muttered nervously.
"We'd probably better settle it out before we leave here."

        "Okay..."

        "Look, if we do this, I won't be topping tonight," Fred explained.
"At least, not early on."

        "No?"  Fred had sure topped Vince LAST time!

        "No."

        "How come?"

        Fred cocked his head.  "You WANT to be topped?"

        "Well, you earned it, last time.  I don't guess we're wrestling this
time, but I'm just curious -- and kinda surprised..."  Last time, Vince had
been in full racist mode -- and fear had driven him to bluster a lot.  Losing
had been pretty embarrassing and Vince figured Fred still owed him, so Fred's
announced intention to bottom was a surprise.

        "There's reasons for it," Fred grunted.  "That brings me to the other
piece -- my wife wants to watch."

        "Oh."  Vince turned this over in his head.  "Fuckin' women..."

        "Yeah, well, you got to understand what's up," Fred explained.  "When
I discovered that I like an occasional dick, it was embarrassing.  I couldn't
handle it -- and didn't handle it well.  I pretended I was super-macho and
was a total asshole and put up this front -- and hung out with guys who would
have ground me into the dust if they knew, you know?  Now I wonder how many
of them are the same way, actually, but I waved a big ego around and had a
chip on my shoulder and talked bullshit about how whitey was holdin' me down
-- and nobody really ever gave me much shit, so I made enemies for nothing.
While I was at it, I had to be the big man at home -- and I slept around to
prove what a stud I was and generally poisoned shit.  Well, the old lady
figured out what was really up somehow and rubbed my nose in it -- but I've
fucked her over more times than I can count and she wants payback.  Now I,
well, I'd like to get back together with her -- but she wants it all out in
the open between us, and that means hanging me out to dry some, you know?
That's why she wants to watch."  He sighed.  "For tonight, we have this
agreement -- I hook you up and she watches, and then she gives me a piece.  I
haven't had pussy from the old lady in nearly a year because of this shit,
and while I can get it other places, it would be nice to be able to get it
from her again, you know?"

        "Sounds complicated," Vince grunted.  "I don't do women."

        "She just wants to watch.  She might embarrass the shit out of me,
but she shouldn't get in your way."

        Vince wasn't sure about the whole thing, but he had a serious case of
blue balls.  "Okay, we'll give it a try."

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        Louise met them at the door in a filmy negligee.  "Hello, I think
we've met."

        Vince nodded.  "I saw you at the club last week.  You were..."

        "Fucking around?" Louise finished for him.  "We've been doing our own
thing for some time now.  Did Fred tell you what's going on?"

        "Yeah," Vince nodded.  "You want to watch.  I don't do women."

        "Well, I think you're missing something, but for our purposes, that's
just fine.  You boys can set up in the den and I'll try not to intrude."

        "Yeah, well, okay."  Vince let Fred lead him into the den.

        "There are snacks and... supplies on the coffee table," Louise
explained, "and some porn in the DVD player.  If you guys need anything, I
guess I can run errands."  She settled into Fred's recliner.  'Supplies'
included lube and rubbers and a couple of dildoes and a towel or two.  Fred
turned on the DVD player and a muscle gay flick started, then he shucked out
of his clothing.  Vince, watching him and Louise warily, was slower, but he
got there.  They settled on the couch, side by side.

        "I, uh, prepped," Fred related, embarrassed.

        "I didn't," Vince replied, divining Fred's meaning; Fred had cleaned
himself out.

        "You don't need to," Fred said quietly.

        Things started slowly.  They rubbed their own cocks for a while, then
Fred diffidently reached over and started doing Vince's for him.  Vince
glanced over at Louise and she looked back; she had her feet up on the
recliner seat and was masturbating herself slowly.  Vince thought about it
for a bit and went ahead and reached over to start on Fred.  This was kind of
a fantasy -- fucking a big black guy -- and Louise added something.  Vince
got over his early wariness and started getting into things.  Vince thought
about it while he enjoyed Fred's hand on his cock and he realized what it was
-- Fred was being humiliated, and Louise was part of it.  Vince MIGHT have
humiliated Fred -- which would have been perfect, for the fantasy -- but
Louise WAS humiliating him.  That made it genuine...  He was helping her do
it.  It wasn't quite the same as the white slave owner fantasy where he would
be humiliating Louise while humiliating Fred, but it was close enough...
"Suck me," he directed.

        Fred leaned over and took him in, thinking, 'He's getting into it.'
That was cool -- the thing would work, then.  He suspected that Vince was
indulging himself with a fantasy -- but it didn't matter, for his purposes.

        Louise watched from the chair, but the light was too dim and she was
too distant.  She got up and padded over...

        Vince looked up from the TV; Louise stood there, her eyes glowing.
"Can I...?"

        "Yeah.  You can do anything you want to him -- just stay out of my
way," Vince replied.

        "What about a little light?"  All they had was the glow of the TV.

        "A little -- not much."

        Louise nodded and went to the corner to turn on a lamp, low.  "Okay?"

        "Yeah."

        Louise came back and hustled across Vince's line of sight, then
settled on his left so she could watch Fred suck from his position on Vince's
right from a distance of a foot or so.

        Fred was zoning out, sucking.  It was a little embarrassing, but he
got into it and just enjoyed it.  He looked up and there were Louise's eyes,
inches from his, watching hungrily.  "Come down here," she whispered,
pointing to the floor in front of the couch.

        Fred might have bristled, but it would actually make for a better
suck, so he didn't.  Leaning over from the side wasn't as effective as
working from below, so he went ahead and went to his knees before Vince.
Louise reached in and began fondling his cock and jacking him, which was a
bonus.

        Vince started getting seriously hot and decided that it was in
character to manhandle Fred's head to get everything he wanted.  Fred didn't
seem to care; he let Vince poke his throat and whatever else he wanted to do,
right up to and including shooting directly down his throat!  Vince let go
and settled back, after, and Fred just worked his glans, giving him a nice
aftermath, apparently not bothered in the least.  Vince said, "Uh, sorry
about that," but Fred waved it off.

        "You didn't hurt nothing.  I like sucking.  It's kinda embarrassing
how much, even," Fred related.  He hadn't gotten off from Louise's efforts,
but his cock was gooey with pre-cum, as was Louise's hand.  In a couple of
minutes, Fred might have gotten off.  He looked over at Louise, who looked
back and smiled.

        "Do you want anything?" Vince asked.  He preferred to top, but you
had to give sometimes...

        "Nah.  Not what it's about," Fred muttered, eyeing Louise.

        "I've got it," Louise replied.  "Fred services you and I service him
-- if you don't mind."

        Vince thought about it.  "Nah, go ahead."  Fred got up and settled on
the couch and Louise crawled between his knees and sucked him in.  Vince
watched, jacking himself lazily.  "Is it any different?"

        "Well, they don't have a dick, so they don't KNOW how, instinctively,
but you can teach them, and the good ones can be VERY good," Fred related.
"Louise is a good one."  He started sucking in air through wide nostrils.  "I
haven't had this from her in a while, either."

        For Louise, it was good, it was familiar, it was clearly appreciated,
and Fred wasn't being a bastard about it -- so she gave one hundred percent.
Fred gasped and groaned and shuddered and erupted in her mouth pretty
quickly, probably from the warm-up he'd gotten from her hand while sucking
Vince off.  Having the young guy there added a bit for both of them, too.
Louise smacked her lips and grinned up at her husband, then caught herself --
she was letting go of her anger too early, maybe.

        But Fred said, "Thank you, Baby," -- and meant it, so she let it go.
She climbed up on the couch and settled on Fred's right -- which crowded
things a bit, maybe, but no one felt like complaining.  "You want some ass?
Let me know," Fred told Vince.  "She wants to see that."

        Vince nodded, but it cooled things, momentarily; he didn't like
having Louise driving.  He shifted his attention to the video and distracted
himself, working to lose the irritation.  He DID want a piece of Fred's
ass...

        After a while, they DID move in that direction, slowly, starting with
some mutual jerking off.  Fred reached over and started lightly circling
Vince's asshole with a finger -- not pressing, just tickling and teasing.
"How about a rim job?" Fred asked, thinking, 'I might as well do it up
right...'

        "Yeah, okay," Vince agreed.  He didn't get a lot of that -- and he
liked it.

        "Bedroom?  It's more comfortable," Fred suggested.

        "No videos..."

        "Got a smaller TV in there," Fred replied.  "I'll pull the DVD."

        "Okay."

        Louise stayed out of this negotiation -- she knew that Vince was
touchy about her influencing things.  But she followed the males to the
bedroom and helped turn down the bed, then faded back a bit.

        "How do you want it?" Fred asked.

        "I'll kneel up," Vince replied.  That way he could watch the video.
Fred came in behind and lubed one hand and manipulated Vince's hard cock
while he tongued Vince's pucker.  Vince was in Heaven -- he'd have let Fred
fuck him after a couple of minutes' worth.  He got stone hard and it was time
to get some...  "Let's do it.  On your back, I think."

        "Okay."  Vince got up and Fred scooted down (they were facing the TV
at the foot of the bed) and rolled over.  Louise came over to watch the
penetration, but she stayed out of the way as Vince pressed his cock against
Fred's bud, overrode the resistance, and sank inside.

        "Yeah, fuck!  Nice in there!" Vince panted, rocking, going for depth.

        "Thanks," Fred grunted tightly.  This wasn't his favorite thing, but
that wasn't what the night was about.  There WAS something about it, once
Vince got going -- the pleasure had some seriously masochistic overtones,
though, kind of a 'Hurt me -- I love it!' kind of thing.  Fred jacked himself
as best he could; his cock alternately got hard and solid and soft and lank
without any pattern to it that Fred could isolate.

        Louise hung out a little distance from Vince's right shoulder, where
she was just out of his immediate field of view, but not Fred's.  Vince
actually forgot about her until she asked breathlessly, "Is he a good fuck?"

        Vince jumped a little and looked over at the woman, who was
masturbating and watching avidly.  "Yeah.  Yeah, he's a good fuck."

        "Is there anything I can do?"

        "I dunno."  Fucking was more important than heavy thought to Vince
right about then.

        "I could play with your ass," she offered.

        "Maybe."

        "I'll be gentle."

        "Yeah, okay."  She was, and it added a little something.  If he
hadn't been pumping, he'd have asked for tongue -- and gotten it, no doubt.
As it was, she teased his sphincter open without forcing it and slipped the
tip of her finger inside and Vince got as hard as steel and howled and
erupted, flooding Fred's ass.  It was a good cum -- Vince enjoyed it a lot --
and it warmed him a bit toward her.  Vince rolled off and Louise went and got
him a warm washrag to soak his sensitive cock in and clean off the residue --
not that there was much.

        Then Louise turned to Fred.  "Come on, Baby, I'm hot.  Show Vince how
the other half lives!"  Fred hopped up and she replaced him on her back on
the bed, spreading her legs, and Fred knelt between them and slid his cock
into a pussy well-remembered, but that he'd not experienced in quite some
time...

        "Aahhh!" Fred groaned.  It was good, like it always had been.
Louise's pussy had NEVER been the problem...  He knew every fold -- and he
knew how to make it dance...

        "Come on, Baby -- fuck me!  Fuck me HARD!  Gimme that dick!" Louise
cajoled.  She'd missed this, too -- strange dick was nice -- great, even --
but this one knew her, and she knew it!  Fred settled into the rhythm he knew
she liked best and proceeded to pound Louise to glory!

        Louise was loud as usual, "Yeah, Baby!  Right there!  Just like that!
Pound me!  Make me cum!  Gawd, I love that dick!"  She bounced and humped and
bucked and got everything she wanted when she decided to let Fred have some
once again.

        Vince watched the show, curious.  He'd known, academically, that
fucking women must be fun, but he really had to see it -- for real, not on a
video or otherwise staged -- to believe it.  Apparently fucking a pussy WAS
fun -- for both participants...

        Louise wore Fred out!  She wanted it to be a red-letter day,
something Fred would suffer some to repeat -- and she accomplished that while
getting just as much dick as poor Fred could supply!  They went for forty-
five minutes -- and Fred came twice and Louise managed probably four times as
many orgasms as Fred; when he rolled off her, Fred could barely move!

        Vince was jacking himself thoughtfully when Fred rolled off.  He
would have liked to have another piece of Fred, but the man was clearly
exhausted -- his ass would probably be slack after all that pumping...

        Louise saw it and took pity on Vince.  "You want a piece, don't you?
And poor Fred is all worn out...  Tell you what, Baby, you can poke MY ass --
how's that?"

        "I, uh..." Vince wasn't sure.

        Louise rolled up and went to her hands and knees and regarded him
over her shoulder, "Hey, it's an ass.  An ass is an ass.  It isn't huge or
anything..."

        "Yeah..."  It DID look somewhat inviting...

        "Come on, Baby -- it's clean, even!  I did mine when Fred did his."
Louise had only had a vague idea why she bothered at the time, but this may
have been the reason.  In any case, she was ready...

        So Vince somewhat diffidently knelt up and pressed his cock against
his first feminine pucker -- and the owner knew how to let him in, so he
popped through fairly easily.  "Go on, Baby, have a good time!  I've done
this before.  Fred likes female booty, too..." Louise cajoled, and Vince went
ahead and set up a stroke -- and, hey, there didn't seem to be much of a
difference!  Vince stopped worrying about it and started worrying about
getting a nut -- which turned out to be not too difficult, especially after
Louise admitted that, yeah, she didn't mind a little swat on the butt
periodically to tighten her up...  She made noises like she was having a good
time, too, which helped.  Vince lit off with a loud grunt and used Louise's
sphincter to milk his load, then backed off and went hunting for that
washcloth -- which had cooled long since.  Louise grinned at him over her
shoulder and asked, "How was that?"

        "Good," Vince admitted.

        "See?  An ass is an ass.  Maybe one day you'll get the urge to try
the OTHER hole..."

        "Maybe."  Vince doubted it, but Louise seemed to be right about
asses.

        Fred rolled up and reached for his pants.  "I'll take you home,
unless you want to hang out and try to get something else..."

        Vince had dropped three loads by then, though -- it was time to go
home, so Fred gave him a ride back to the school.  Besides, he REALLY had to
think about that 'an ass is an ass' thing.  Maybe he should have poked
Nicky's mother...

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        Myra was very much on Nicky's mind when he and Eddie Ray left the
school.  In order to postpone the inevitable, Nicky suggested that they eat
out, and Eddie Ray, who knew that Nicky was worried, agreed.  Eddie Ray
wasn't worried -- he would deal with Nicky's mother when the time came.

        Myra waited up, of course.  She opened the door while Nicky was
fumbling with his house key and backed up to let them in while examining
Eddie Ray from head to toe.  "So you're Eddie Ray?  Pleased to meet you!" she
announced, sticking out her hand.  "I'm Myra -- Nicky's mother."

        "Hi."  Eddie Ray looked her over.  She was dressed indecently, in a
translucent baby-doll nightie with a transparent drape over that -- he could
see her small breasts with their spiky nipples and the patch of fur at her
mons clearly -- there were no panties.  She was, as advertised, very thin and
boyish -- and she clearly wanted sex from him.  Eddie Ray determined that she
would get it on his schedule, not hers.

        Myra read it in his eyes as soon as he made the decision -- and knew
that she'd screwed up by putting herself on display.  The whole thing
engendered a grudging respect -- something she hadn't gotten around to with
Vince after a lot more exposure to him.  She would have to back off --
hopefully not too far...

        "Make yourselves at home," she said, gesturing.  "Can I get you
anything?"

        "We just ate, Mama -- we're good," Nicky replied.

        "Something to drink, maybe?"

        "Yeah, it might be a good idea," Eddie Ray replied, thinking that
someone might need to rinse his mouth out at some point.  "What do you want
to do?" he asked Nicky.

        "You can do whatever you want," Myra stopped and looked back to say.
"You can hang out in the den and watch TV or videos or go to Nicky's room --
but I wish you wouldn't do that."

        Eddie Ray eyed her.  If she wanted sex, why would she want to come
between him and Nicky?  Why not let Nicky kick things off and slide herself
in later?

        Myra turned and came back, "Because if you two lock yourselves in
Nicky's room, I can't watch!"  She presented her case to Nicky, rather than
Eddie Ray.  "I used to watch your daddy and his boyfriends all the time, and
I miss it.  I know it's a little embarrassing, but I'll stay out of the way
-- I promise!"

        "Gee, I dunno..."  Not only was Nicky worried that he might not be
able to do anything with his mother watching, but Eddie Ray might freak like
Vince had...  "What do you think?"

        "I got some videos..." Myra sweetened the pot.

        "If she stays out of the way..." Eddie Ray eyed Myra, letting her
know what would happen if she didn't.

        "I promise!"

        "We'll try it," Eddie Ray committed them.  "If Nicky just can't get
used to it, we'll move."

        "I'll get the sodas," Myra said, nodding.  "The videos are on the
coffee table."  She moved off.

        "I'm sorry!" Nicky apologized.

        "Don't worry about it.  We're gonna pretend she isn't there and have
fun.  By now we know the LAST thing she wants to do is stop us!" Eddie Ray
replied.

        "Yeah," Nicky nodded.  "Okay."

        The videos were all daddies and twinks.  Eddie Ray smiled crookedly,
eyeing them, thinking, 'She knows her audience...'  He let Nicky pick and set
things up, then join him on the couch.  Myra brought back the colas and
settled into a chair out of their direct line of sight.

        They made it tough for her.  Nicky wanted romance as much as sex --
he wanted to be kissed and nuzzled and fondled and caressed and he was slow
to remove ANY clothing -- his OR Eddie Ray's.  Eventually, though, he wanted
to feel it...  He dragged down an afghan from the back of the couch to cover
them while he got naked and then got Eddie Ray out of his clothing.

        Myra refused to get upset or impatient.  She was pleased at part of
it; if Eddie Ray had only been interested in a fast fuck, he'd have taken
control, gotten it, and moved on.  Instead, he was indulging Nicky's
romanticism.  Ultimately, Myra knew that the blanket would come off and they
would get it on -- she could afford to wait until Nicky was comfortable.

        She waited through an entire DVD.  When it was over, Nicky picked the
boxes up off the coffee table for Eddie Ray to select the replacement, and
then got up naked and sporting an erection to change the disc.  He flashed a
glance at his mother, proud, a little defiant, and Myra merely smiled
indulgently.  Nicky was nothing like his father, but that didn't mean he
wasn't cute...  They left the afghan off and Nicky spooned himself against
Eddie Ray, who had arranged himself stretched out on his side, and groaned
and turned his head to offer his lips as Eddie Ray's hand enveloped his
erection.  Things were starting to heat up...

        Ten minutes later they were fucking -- still on their sides, Nicky
backing his ass into Eddie Ray's crotch, his ass swallowing Eddie Ray's cock
while Eddie Ray jacked him.  They started slow, necessarily, but things
slowly ramped up until Eddie Ray wasn't satisfied with progress and rolled
Nicky up onto his hands and knees for a doggie-style fuck he could inject
some urgency into.  Nicky took over his masturbation and got seriously happy,
squirting all over the couch cushions and wringing Eddie Ray's cock with his
ass, causing Eddie Ray to inject his colon with semen.

        Myra got up and went into the bathroom to collect a wet washcloth.
When she got back, the pair were leaning on the couch back, but hadn't
settled back down due to the mess Nicky had made.  Myra leaned in and cleaned
the cushions and Nicky's cock, then wiped Eddie Ray's off when he backed out
of Nicky's plundered ass.  Then she went away with a smile, not having said
anything.

        She'd gotten what she wanted -- a nice, satisfying orgasm from her
fingers while watching the boys hit their peak.  She'd been quiet and
circumspect about it, realizing that if Nicky heard her and looked over to
see his mother pounding two fingers in and out of her pussy and gasping and
moaning it would be more than embarrassing for him -- but she'd gotten the
minimums, at least.  Even if Eddie Ray DIDN'T fuck her somewhere, the night
was a success from her standpoint.

        The boys settled back down and all was quiet for a while.  Myra
thought they were going to go to sleep, but Nicky arranged himself on his
back and Eddie Ray climbed on him and began to hump.  They were in their own
little world and she was out of the direct line of sight for either of them,
so she indulged herself, getting up and padding over quietly to get a close-
up of Eddie Ray's cock sliding in and out of Nicky's ass.  Poor Nicky was
nothing like his father -- his ass loved cock as much as hers did.  Nicky's
father's interest in asses had been all about drilling them -- he would give
it up when he had to, but it was quid pro quo, not because he got much out of
it.  Nicky had gotten his homosexuality from his father -- and his expression
of it from Myra, who loved anal sex as much -- if not more -- than vaginal
sex.  Myra wanted to play -- Eddie Ray's asshole was winking at her and his
balls were a temptation to her as they slapped her son's tailbone -- but that
was Nicky under there, and she would be crossing a line.  She hung out there,
squatting behind them, leaning on the couch arm, until Eddie Ray threw his
head back and grunted, burying himself in Nicky's ass, his balls jumping,
then reluctantly backed off and pretended to be approaching only to collect
the washcloth they'd used earlier to rinse and re-warm for a second cleanup.

        Nicky was about done for the evening.  He loved to fuck, but his ass
hurt from the use, so he wouldn't be doing THAT again.  He'd been
masturbating when Eddie Ray finished, but he hadn't made it and he was tired,
so he stopped and flopped back.

        Vince wouldn't have done it, but Eddie Ray backed up a little,
lowered his upper body, and sucked Nicky in.  Nicky groaned in pleasure and
held Eddie Ray's head, caressing it while Eddie Ray pleasured him.  Eddie Ray
groaned around his cock and Nicky looked down his torso past Eddie Ray's head
to see his mama lovingly applying a washcloth to Eddie Ray's cock!  There was
something really, really sexy about that, and it pushed Nicky over the top;
he grunted softly and spewed several squirts of semen into Eddie Ray's hot,
wet mouth.

        Nicky was done after that -- he flopped back, exhausted both
physically and emotionally.   Closing his eyes, he drifted...

        Myra ran her hand along Eddie Ray's back.  "Let's go to bed."

        Eddie Ray glanced at her and determined that she meant Nicky, too,
and nodded, "Okay.  Come on, Nicky."  He backed over the couch arm and
dragged Nicky upright by a hand.

        "Huh?" Nicky sat up.

        "Bed," Eddie Ray supplied.

        "Okay."  Nicky led the way, still holding Eddie Ray's hand.

        In the hallway, Myra, who was trailing the boys said, "Go right."
Nicky didn't argue; he'd slept with Mama any number of times.  Eddie Ray
could tell it wasn't Nicky's room, but it didn't bother him.  Nicky crawled
into bed on the left side and Eddie Ray went over the foot to settle on his
right.  Myra stopped to get naked, and took the right, cuddling up on Eddie
Ray and spooning, but not making demands.  Having a man in the house again
was good enough -- she didn't want to press Eddie Ray and piss him off.

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        Charmin' Harmon Thornton was out hunting.  He'd kept his head down
for a few days, and even passed up Thursday night, which could be better than
the weekend at some places, because the women were a little more desperate on
Thursdays -- but he needed his fix.  Problem was, nothing seemed to meet his
usual standards.  Harmon got up from his seat at the bar and went off to the
Men's Room, and while he emptied out the excess beer, he ruminated a bit, as
men are prone to do.  Actually, there WERE three or four contenders out
there, and he'd made some overtures, but they were half-hearted.  He was
hanging back, looking for something -- and he didn't know what, he just knew
that he would know it when he saw it.

        In reality, he was somewhat adrift; Noreen Travers had forced a re-
assessment of his standards, but what made her unique wasn't visible, and he
was afraid that he was just going to end up slumming.  So he was holding
back, passing up his normal targets while he looked in vain for a diamond in
the rough -- a woman with that elusive something extra.  Truth be told, there
might have been six or seven in the bar that night, but Harmon was ill-
equipped to recognize one.

        Harmon worked off appearances -- let's face it, we ALL do -- and
appearances can be deceiving.  Harmon knew this -- Noreen had rubbed his nose
in it -- but the knowledge didn't help him any, it just paralyzed him.  He
had no benchmark against which to make judgments EXCEPT appearances -- you
didn't just walk up to a woman and ask her, 'So, how's your sexual response?
Are you hot?  Can you move that ass?'  So Harmon was confused...

        ... And he went home that way, alone...

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        Julio Vasquez swam slowly to consciousness.  He was lying on
something arguably softer than a mattress that smelled like a woman -- and a
hand was rubbing his cock.  "Come on, Honey," a voice cooed in his ear, while
another hand caressed his back.  "Once more?  I know, I'm greedy, but God
knows when I'll get anything like this again -- and when I DO get lucky, it
won't be you...  Please?  I'll suck you..."

        Julio opened his mouth, then remembered -- he wasn't allowed to
speak!  If he did, they would turn on the lights and this heifer would see
him and know him and his reputation would be ruined!

        He could push her away, but she'd been quite satisfactory -- and
Julio didn't GET blowjobs -- it just wasn't a feature of the way he did
seduction.  So he rolled off her and onto his back...

        "Goody!"  Kelly levered herself up and scooted down in the bed,
cranking herself around so she could suck him in with her head on his belly.

        "Uuuuhhhh!"  Kelly's hot, wet mouth ripped a groan from him.  He
stiffened, waiting, but apparently he could make grunts and groans.  Well,
that sort of made sense.  He put both hands on the heifer's head and pumped
her mouth a bit -- and she didn't bitch about it.  It didn't REALLY improve
things, either, so he left off and let her do her own thing.  He couldn't
reach anything conveniently except her back and one of her big fat dugs --
but the dug had a big gristly nipple on it that was fun to play with, so he
occupied one hand with it and the other with occasionally holding the back of
her head in place so he could gag her.

        After a couple of minutes, he was like stone, despite the fact that
he'd dropped two loads in the sow.  She released his cock and said, "Please?"
-- and while he was trying to decide how to tell her to resume sucking, she
got up, pinned him by draping a heavy thigh over him, and proceeded to hold
his cock up so she could settle onto it.  Then she dropped forward, bracing
her hands on his shoulders, and began to move her big ass...

        It was good.  If Julio cared to admit it to himself, 'good' was
probably less than adequately descriptive!  She hammered herself up and down
on him plenty hard and fast enough for Julio to enjoy it, and she had this
cycle she was using to rock her pelvis forward on the down-stroke and back on
the up-stroke that brought him into solid contact with several of her inner
surfaces in a VERY pleasant manner!  There were soft smacks coming from right
in front of his face and he realized that her big udders were banging into
each other with the rhythm of her efforts, so he took them in hand and began
torturing her nipples -- and she went, "Oh, GAAAWD!!!" and went wild on his
pole and got VERY wet, but kept pumping.  Clearly, he'd done his job again,
so he could let go in her any time...

        He reached up to check her out and she was jiggly -- she had some
disgusting rolls that moved under the impacts as she drove herself onto his
cock.  But she wasn't that sloppy soft that you found sometimes where it felt
like you could squeeze a handful of what ought to be muscle and it would ooze
out from between your fingers -- there was firm flesh under a thick layer of
padding.  Julio likened it mentally to a good mattress under one of those
fancy foam tops -- the top layer was soft and accommodating over a firmer
support layer with little give.  That she had muscle in her wasn't in
question; she was pounding herself against him, lifting herself into the air
and impaling herself with authority.  Her hips were padded and her ass
CERTAINLY was -- but he could feel the muscles in her thighs as she drove
herself upward.  Doubtless, they rubbed each other when she didn't have her
knees spread wide as they were at that moment, but the underpinnings were
probably more impressive than the musculature available on his narrow frame,
if only because she had so much more to move.

        Julio was starting to feel some urgency, so he captured her breasts
again.  He timed things just about perfectly, abusing her nipples just right
so that when he could stand it no more and his cock swelled and spat into her
depths, she howled and wailed and shook and her pussy clutched at his cock,
milking it.  Julio's third nut of the evening was an eye-opener, just like
his second...

        "Oooooh, God!" Kelly gasped, flopping forward.  "I'm not hurting you,
am I?  I just have to rest for a moment..."

        Unable to speak and thoroughly pinned, Julio thanked God that she
WASN'T crushing him.  She seemed lighter than anticipated, actually...  He
had a blanket this time, instead of a mattress -- he looked upon it
philosophically, while exploring her back and her big ass with his hands.
Her breathing deepened and he realized that she'd dropped off, but there
didn't seem to be any urgency...

        "Is he still awake?" Bernice tittered.  She and Randy had just
returned from dropping Tyrone and Company.

        "Yeah, his eyes are open," Randy replied.  It was easy to tell using
the night vision cameras -- they tended to glow.  "He doesn't seem to be too
upset."

        Terence, who had wandered in with Bonita a bit before, rumbled a
chuckle.  "This is as funny as Hell!"  Bonita was covering her mouth to
stifle giggles.  "When do you figure you're gonna let him up?"

        "Oh, I dunno," Lon mused.  "When do you want to leave?"

        Terence cocked his head and eyed Bonita, who blushed and said,
"Another hour or so, I think.  Let's go find somewhere quiet."  Taking his
hand, she led Terence out.

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