Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 18 of 31
Universe: The Pact
Summary: School begins, and brings with it new challenges for the group --
including one Amy Winston.  Will she be an ally, or an adversary?
Content: Mm mm mF mf oral 1st ir

Chapter 18

	Meanwhile, Toby and Amy were making other deliveries.  Randy and
Miriam were at the clubhouse because Randy had released the van to Toby to
run HIS errands -- and he and Amy were out collecting boys...

	Nothing had presented itself that was any better for Nicky and Vince
than Toby's place, so Toby picked up Nicky and dropped him there, then went
to get Vince.

	Amy, however, counseled against throwing that particular pair
together without supervision, "I don't know if I trust Vince..."

	"You could be right," Toby agreed.  "Let's put the other mashup in
place first..."  Vince wasn't thrilled, but Toby (and Amy) hauled Eddie Ray
out of there first.

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	Fred gave considerable though to exactly how he was going to handle
the situation -- but not having any idea how to go about things, he wasn't
able to come up with any brilliant plan.  Finally, he settled on collecting
some materials and setting up shop in the den...

	Toby called when they were just pulling up.  "We're here.  How do you
want to handle things?"

	"Just send him in," Fred replied.  "It'll fly or it won't, I guess.
Hang out for five minutes or so, and if he doesn't come runnin' back out,
it's all good."

	"Okay."  Toby hung up and went around back and opened the doors.
"Just go on in.  We'll wait a couple of minutes, just in case, but things
should be fine."

	"Okay."  Eddie Ray gulped.  "You know this guy, right?"

	"Yeah, he's okay -- promise," Toby assured him.

	"Okay..."  Eddie Ray gathered himself and went up to the door.  The
main door was open -- just the screen was closed.  Eddie Ray turned around to
confirm things, but Toby waved him forward, so he opened the door.  There was
a TV going in one of the rooms -- it was giving off just about the only light
available.  By the time Eddie Ray reached the room where it was playing, he
recognized the programming as porn -- gay porn.  He stuck his head in the
door to find a black man (!) lounging in the recliner in baggy shorts,
jacking his cock.

	"Don't just stand there," Fred rumbled.  "Come on in.  You suck,
don't you?"

	Eddie Ray came over to stand over the recliner, looking down on Fred.
"I, uh..."

	Fred reached out and slid his hand under Eddie Ray's T-shirt.  "Nice.
Real nice.  Are you hung, too?"  He snaked his hand around onto Eddie Ray's
back.  "You must work out.  Get undressed."

	Eddie Ray swallowed, thinking, 'A black guy!  Vince would FREAK!'
then tossed his T-shirt over his head.  His sweatpants already had a tent in
them.

	"That's it," Fred rumbled.  "Give us a suck."  He waggled his cock in
his fist.  "I'll want to do yours, too, but somebody's gotta start..."

	Eddie Ray knelt and engulfed Fred's chocolate-colored shaft in his
practiced mouth.

	"Ah, shit yeah!  Sweet! " Fred grunted, "Here, play with my balls!"
He pulled the loose crotch of the shorts aside to expose his testicles.
Eddie Ray rolled them between his fingers.  "We're gonna get along fine..."
Fred muttered, sliding his hand past the waistband of Eddie Ray's sweatpants
and over his ass.

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	"This is working," Amy announced.  "They're fine."

	"Time to get Vince, then," Toby agreed, and put the van in gear.

	Two minutes later, Eddie Ray, nude, was perched straddling Fred's
head on the recliner back so Fred could lip his cock while he sucked Fred's
rod down his throat...

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	Vince and Nicky lived down to expectation as far as initial
difficulty was concerned.  Vince was clearly agitated when they picked him up
-- and he got more nervous en route.  When they went inside to find Little
Nicky watching a porn flick in Toby's living room, Vince groused, "Him?  I
knew about him..."

	"He knew about you, too," Toby retorted, irritated, "So what am I
doing here?"

	"Shit." Vince rumbled.  "Come here, you."  Nicky got up and
approached, cautiously -- but Vince was rattlesnake fast.  Vince grabbed
Nicky by his neck and threw him to his knees with his face in his crotch and
said, "Tug 'em down and meet you new little buddy..."

	Nicky struggled, but couldn't get anywhere.  Vince shook him like a
terrier shakes a rat, "NOW, squirt!"

	Nicky glanced around accusingly at Toby while he pulled Vince's
sweatpants down.  "You know, Vince, despite what you THINK you know about
Nicky, this is his first time!" Toby announced.

	"He might have told YOU that, but I'm not buying!" Vince snorted.
"Open up, Squirt!"  He rubbed his half-hard length on Nicky's lips.

	"He's -- urk!"  Nicky opened his mouth to defend himself and got it
filled with meat.

	"Does it matter?" Vince asked him rhetorically.  "What're you here
for, anyway?  Suck!"

	Nicky sucked.  Vince was spoiled; his first comment was, "You can do
better than that!"

	"You're going to have to teach him," Toby asserted.  "And if you keep
going the way you are, you'll fuck him up for the next guy!"

	"Fuck.  You're REALLY cherry?"  Vince backed Nicky off his cock
holding him by the ears.

	"Yes."

	"Well, shit."  Vince rubbed his face.  "Awright.  Let's go over to
the couch.  Obviously, I can't just stick a dick in you..."  He led Nicky to
the couch.  "Get naked."  He started shucking out of his own stuff.  "Toby,
how much porn you got?"

	Toby shrugged.  "I think that's Nicky's.  I've got hetero stuff, but
I don't generally deal in that -- no offense."

	"Yeah, yeah -- none taken.  Squirt, how many CDs did you bring?"

	"Two."

	"Should be enough.  Crawl up on the couch here so I can get at
you..."  He stretched out on the couch and pulled Nicky, nude, against him,
seating his cock in the crack of the smaller boy's ass.  Waving Toby over, he
asked in a stage whisper, "Rubbers?  Lube?"

	"In my shorts," Nicky muttered.  "Are six enough?"

	"For me, maybe," Vince chuckled.  "Seriously, if you're cherry, we
can pass.  I thought you'd been around."

	"I haven't."

	"Okay."

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	The two encounters couldn't have been much different, as it turned
out.  Fred and Eddie Ray could and did deal with one another as equals,
although Eddie Ray, more or less out of habit, tended to end up on the
bottom.  Vince's dominance had been established over time as the result of
multiple physical contests and mutual respect; Eddie Ray had sucked his first
cock as the result of a wrestling pin.  As a result, Eddie Ray was used to
operating from a position of near equality -- but he was also used to ending
up on the bottom.  Fred wasn't as young and hardy as Vince, but he'd been
using his muscles for decades, and he was HARD -- and Eddie Ray respected
that almost instinctively.  Still, Fred didn't make demands that he wasn't
prepared to reciprocate on, so the encounter moved forward with a certain
'fuck buddy' flavor.

	On the other hand, the encounter between Vince and Nicky was a
departure for Vince, in particular.  Nicky was POTENTIALLY gay -- he THOUGHT
he was gay -- but he'd never committed an act and was scared to death!
Dominance was never an issue between them -- and that changed things, Vince
realized.  Despite his willingness -- even eagerness -- Nicky needed to be
coddled -- something Vince wasn't used to doing.  From an approach
standpoint, it was almost easier for Vince to think of Nicky as a girl --
with the exception of the fact that Vince had discovered that he really
wasn't into girls.  But Nicky had a cock -- not a huge one, but it was
certainly serviceable -- and Vince could relate to that...  Cocks were things
men used to have fun -- and Nicky had a cock, so he was a man.  Vince could
address Nicky's cock and give him pleasure, and teach Nicky to address his --
that worked...

	They started out on the couch, Nicky pressed back against Vince,
Vince's cock seated between his buns like a hot dog.  They watched the gay
porn while Vince jacked Nicky's cock and played with his spiky little
nipples, occasionally shifting his attention to Nicky's balls and some
reaching between Nicky's obediently splayed legs to toy with his asshole.
Nicky would get so excited he shook -- and he showed a disconcerting tendency
to want to kiss -- something Vince and Eddie Ray had never really bothered
with.  The whole affection thing was weird and strange to Vince -- but oddly
exciting, so he didn't quash it.  After a few minutes, Nicky rolled over to
face Vince -- and he wanted to kiss and suck Vince's neck and his nipples and
caress and suck...

	It felt good, so Vince let him do it.  There was a whole new amazing
dimension to Nicky's approach; he was on top, for instance, and theoretically
in control -- but he was lavishing attention on Vince instead of demanding
something.  It was really strange, but really hot -- a seduction, instead of
a straight-up exchange of blow jobs or a rapidly negotiated delivery of some
ass.  Nicky was... sensual.  When Nicky went back to sucking Vince's cock,
Vince KNEW he was giving it his all -- and Nicky was devastated when it
became apparent that he wasn't going to learn deep-throat overnight.  Vince
tutored him, relating in gasps what felt good and what was only so-so -- and
rewarded Nicky with a mouthful of his seed, giving the slight boy a much-
needed sense of accomplishment -- then Vince reciprocated, playing Nicky's
cock with his fist and his lips and tongue while toying with his asshole
until Nicky arched himself in a bow and erupted into Vince's mouth.

	Then it was time to take Nicky's anal cherry; Vince was
uncharacteristically slow, considerate and gentle as he sank his cock into
Nicky's hot, slick anus, missionary-style.  Nicky groaned and tossed and
whined and Vince knew it hurt -- but, let's face it, it could hurt any time,
whether he wanted it to, or not.  Vince wasn't sparing with the lube, and
Nicky related between gasps that he'd played with toys in his ass, which
helped.  When he was balls deep in the slight boy, he leaned down to kiss
him, surprised that Nicky had a hard on; Eddie Ray tended to be flaccid
whenever he had a cock in him.  Vince lubed his hands and jacked Nicky off
while he fucked him, starting slowly and bringing up the speed and power
gradually to a point where Vince himself could obtain his pleasure; Nicky
gasped and moaned and exclaimed at how good it was, rolling his ass up to
take Vince's strokes -- and eventually splattered his own chest and belly
with his cum before Vince filled his colon with his.

	Afterward, Nicky wanted to make out; Vince wasn't really interested,
but he participated for a bit, anyway.  They fell asleep the way they had
begun, with Nicky backed against Vince on the couch, Nicky clutching one of
Vince's brawny arms to him.

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	As has been indicated, Fred and Eddie Ray did things totally
differently.  After the initial sixty-nine-style mutual blowjob (completed on
both sides), they watched a little porn and played with each other's cocks,
getting familiar with one another.  Then Fred fucked Eddie Ray doggie-style
while Eddie Ray masturbated himself (which failed; as advertised, Eddie Ray
would go flaccid while being fucked), Then Eddie Ray put his cock in Fred,
doggie-style, enjoying Fred's ass until he got his rocks off.  Fred managed
another cum from masturbation with Eddie Ray's cock pumping in his colon --
but after that, he was pretty well flagged; when Eddie Ray showed an
inclination for more a bit later, Fred sucked him, fingering his ass, while
he watched a porn video.  Eddie Ray then crashed on Fred's couch and Fred
slept in his recliner for a bit while the porn droned from the TV.  Neither
of them had any idea when Eddie Ray was going to be picked up.

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	Meanwhile, things continued to move at their own pace at the
clubhouse.  Louise came downstairs to find several couples obviously in post-
coital recovery, although Frank was fucking Adele on the exam table.  "Damn,
did I miss the party?"  She glanced around; there WERE a couple of guys
obviously idling...  Louise spied Ben Ellis, "What about you, Baby -- has
anyone given you any attention yet?"

	"Uh, no..."  Ben eyed the newcomer -- another older black woman --
this one thinner than the rest of the crop, with smaller, somewhat saggy
titties.

	"Got any plans?" Louise turned on the charm.

	Ben looked a little taken aback, but Pete Franklin erupted, "Jeez, if
you're just gonna stand there, I'm lookin'!"

	Louise shifted targets, "What would you like?"

	"What can you provide?" Pete asked, crossing the room.

	"Oh, I do it all, Baby -- I do it all!" Louise assured him.

	"Cool!"  Pete lowered his voice as he closed on Louise.  "I hope you
don't mind, I'm, uh, not too experienced..."  He wasn't at all, in fact.

	"Don't you worry, Baby," Louise murmured back, "You put yourself in
Mama 'L's hands and we'll have a GRAND time!  Okay?"

	"Okay!"

	"You get out of those clothes and we'll see what we've got here..."
Louise went to work on his jean fly while Pete got out of his shirt.  The
result was a perfectly acceptable if not spectacular length of moderately
thick, uncircumcised meat.  "Oh, look, Baby!  It's glad to see me!"  Louise
jacked it, slid back the foreskin, and gave it a lick.  "Yeah, we're gonna
have a GRAND time!"  Pete got an urgent look on his face, so Louise backed
off, moving to help him get out of his shoes, deliberately giving him time to
recover.  "Hop up on the massage table, Baby," she directed, "That way I
don't have to suck from my knees."

	"Sure!"  Pete was more than happy to oblige.  Louise bent at the
waist and took him in again.

	It was good -- too good!  Pete knew he was going to last mere
seconds, so he pressed Louise back.  But Louise let up and whispered, "I know
what's happening.  It's just not gonna last long, Baby.  It's okay.  You just
let go in my mouth and enjoy yourself, and when it comes back up, it'll last
longer.  We've got all night, basically, so don't worry about getting your
licks in!"  Pete nodded and Louise sucked him in again.  She tried to make it
last, but Pete was just too far over the hump; in less than ten seconds, he
quietly hunched himself over her and started pumping out cum.  Louise
swallowed it and continued to work him as if he'd never cum at all,
preserving his reputation and bolstering his ego with her acceptance.

	Ben's indecisiveness was unexpectedly rewarded when Candace and Marta
appeared in the stairwell.  He froze; either one of this pair had the
competition on the ground beat!  "Uh, hey!" he croaked.

	Candace zeroed in on him, liking what she saw.  "Yes, Honey?"

	"Are you...?"

	"Busy?" Candace finished for him.  "I am now!"  She swept the room
with her eyes.  "It's crowded down here -- why don't you come upstairs and
show Mama a good time?"

	Both Hank and Damian chuckled.  "You're in good hands, Man!  Trust
me!" Hank yelled.  Maddie frowned and tugged him back into a clinch -- but
continued to watch the floor as her mother was standing there...

	Marta, having lost the support of Candace, was looking VERY
uncertain.  Damian waved her over to him.  Marta crossed the room, her eyes
flicking from corner to corner; it seemed like there were bodies everywhere!

	"You okay?" Damian asked.

	"Yes," Marta lied.

	It wasn't EVEN believable.  Damian waved at Alonzo, who got up and
came over.  Taking Marta's hand, he placed it in Alonzo's.  "This is 'M'.
She's a little shy, but she's hot as a pistol.  You take her upstairs and go
somewhere that pair isn't.  She likes to start gentle -- you can do gentle,
right?" Damian grinned.

	"Yeah, I can do gentle," Alonzo nodded.  For an older chick, 'M' was
HOT!

	"I now pronounce you hooked up," Damian intoned.  "You may fuck the
woman."

	Alonzo laughed and pulled Marta toward the stairs.  "Where do you
think is a good place?"

	"Well, there's a couch," Marta murmured, tearing her eyes away from
Alonzo's cock.  "And there is at least one bedroom..."

	"Lead on."  They hit the top of the stairs just as Candace led Ben
into the living room, saying, "Let's play on the couch."  Marta turned their
steps toward the guest room where she'd recently recuperated.

	Negotiations between Candace and Ben went quickly.  "What would you
like, Hon?  Do you want Mama to suck you or do you just want to fuck?"

	"Well," Ben blurted, "I just want to fuck, but..."

	"Afraid you'll get overexcited?" Candace asked, smiling.  "You're a
strong, virile young man -- why don't you just keep fucking?  Go for the
second pass?  I bet you can do that..."

	"Yeah," Ben agreed, "I bet I can."

	"Okay, then," Candace murmured, flopping over on her side and
scooting onto her back, "Let's have some fun!  Come give Mama a good
fucking!"

	It was as simple as that.  Ben lined up his cock with a shaking hand
and pushed it into her.  The first few strokes were a little tough because
Candace wasn't really wet enough, but in some ways they were the better for
it; Ben lasted about thirty seconds before squirting an addition to her
lubrication inside her -- and after that, everything was smooth sailing!
"See?" Candace cooed, "I knew you could do it!  Now ride Mama hard, 'cause
that's the way she likes it!"

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	"In here," Marta announced shyly, indicating the guest room.  Alonzo
went through the door, taking the lead, pulling Marta inside by the hand.

	"Do you want the door closed?" he asked.

	"I -- Please."  She DID care, despite what she almost told him.  It
had been over a week since Marta had gotten sex - and in the days before
that, she'd been more or less spoiled by the efforts of several of the
group's young males.  Alonzo was hot looking, in her opinion; he was one of
those Black-Puerto Rican crosses that seem to occur a lot more often than
straight Black-White mixes.  He struck a chord with her own heritage, making
her more comfortable about the situation.

	Sensing that she wanted him to, Alonzo took charge, pulling her in,
"You're HOT -- you know that?"

	"I'm an old woman!" Marta demurred -- but she smiled, pleased at the
compliment.

	"You're a fox!" Alonzo argued, maneuvering her so she sat on the bed.
Before she was even settled, he dove in and sucked in a brown nipple, causing
it to crinkle and lengthen in his mouth, "Mmmmm!"

	Marta found herself cradling his head.  "Ahhh.  So good.  Mmmm..."

	Without popping up, Alonzo pushed her over on her side and rolled her
onto her back, following that nipple as it moved.  Marta found herself on her
back with Alonzo between her spread legs -- and then his fingers traced her
crotch.  "My God!"  In mere seconds, he had a finger in her, and two more
tracking it alongside her clitoris.  'So masterful!' she thought, marveling
at the way he took control of her.  Fernando had controlled her, but he'd
been heavy-handed, clumsy, and gruffly demanding.  Alonzo just moved in and
accepted her surrender.

	Alonzo, for his part, expected her to yell, "Stop!" and start pushing
him off any second!  He was rushing, moving too rapidly -- but he couldn't
wait!  He probed her passage with a finger, and rubbed alongside her clitoral
hood, the confidence and mastery she saw actually only burning urgency to get
inside her.

	It didn't matter.  In some cases, perception is reality.  Marta
lubricated quickly and telegraphed her acceptance by reaching for Alonzo's
stiff, tapered cock.  Alonzo was more than happy to crawl forward behind it
as she moved it to her wet, split labia and rubbed it there -- and he kept
going, driving forward into her as soon as it was seated at her opening!

	Marta was happy to take it!  Sex with her rescuers had been an
awakening -- and she had the itch, wanting regular service to make up for
lost time.  Alonzo crawled forward and his hips started cycling his cock in
her and she crossed her ankles behind his thighs to make sure the welcome
piston didn't go anywhere any time soon!

	Alonzo remembered himself and backed off, but Marta reached up to
caress his face and said, "No, we're past that -- do with me as you will.  I
want you."  Relieved and encouraged, Alonzo stepped up the pace and the power
-- and Marta cooperated fully, rolling her hips and hissing "Yessss..." in a
tone that oozed pleasure.

	For Alonzo, this was the most perfect fuck he'd ever experienced.
'M's enthusiastic cooperation and soft sounds of pleasure were more pleasant
to him than 'L's demanding urgency and loud exhortations and approving
commentary on his performance and virility.  'M' melded with him, teaming
with him in the race to generate pleasure.  He led; she supported him,
matching her movements to his and adding to what he did, striving with him,
rather than against him -- even in the throes of orgasm.  Alonzo pushed her
through completion once, twice -- but as she rose to her third, they both
knew instinctively that he would not survive the third pass.  Instead, as her
vagina tightened on the brink of her third orgasm, the sensations became too
intense for Alonzo to maintain control and he smashed himself into her a
half-dozen times before the intense pleasure of her tight channel triggered
his balls and he emptied himself in her.

	This was just perfect for Marta; the pulsing of his cock in her set
up a sympathetic pulsing in her channel, and her third orgasm rolled over her
as she accepted the welcome flood.  When it was over, she pulled him down
onto her so she could feel his welcome heat and hard musculature, and kiss
his sweaty neck and shoulder.

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	In the living room, Candace and Ben were approaching things
differently.  Instead of melding to the point of almost being a single
organism, each of them was using the other to climb the heights of pleasure.
They were headed in the same direction, but it was a much more self-centered
approach, each cooperating to the extent required to maximize his or her
pleasure -- that being the primary focus, rather than giving to each other in
order to maximize things for both.

	Candace was habituated to this approach -- and Ben, being young and
male, didn't know any better, anyway -- it's the default solution for males,
anyway.  Besides, it worked...

	"That's it!" Candace gasped, "Fuck Mama!  Beat me with that dick!
Drill me!  Fill me!  Fuck me!"  She was delirious with pleasure; Ben was
doing a bang-up job!  He was a perpetual motion machine, hammering his thick
cock into her again and again on a regular cycle that allowed her to move to
and fro, tuning the pleasure for herself while using his motion as a
baseline.  From Candace's perspective, it was virtual perfection; having cum
once inside her, he seemed inexhaustible as he powered his way toward an
eventual second orgasm, perfectly happy to go and go and go until he crashed.
Candace had popped twice already -- big ones -- and there was no question
that she would reach three -- and depending on Ben, maybe several more!

	Ben had never before experienced such pleasure -- and he was content
to have it continue until his legs fell off, if need be.  'C' was just
incredible!

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	Frank had finally finished in Adele; he staggered back and circled to
push his cock against her lips, demanding, "Clean me up!"  Adele complied,
while Frank played with her nipples.  "Did you have a good time?" he asked.

	Adele knew her answer was important from his tone -- but she didn't
need to lie, anyway.  He'd teased her to near insanity before she ever got to
feel his cock, so an orgasm had been assured -- but he'd accomplished a good
deal more than that, once he was inside her.  He'd blasted away in her almost
immediately -- but it had coincided roughly with the orgasm he'd triggered
with his penetration -- and then he'd set up a pounding rhythm that brought
her off twice more before he'd flooded her with goo again.  "I loved it!" she
declared.

	"You were pretty hot," Frank complimented her in return.  "I love the
outfit."

	"Thank you."  The mask was STILL hot, but that really didn't matter
when she was having sex.

	Beth came up behind him.  "I like the way you handle girls," she told
him.  "Maybe you'll do me later?"

	"Sure, maybe..." Frank eyed Beth.  Yeah, maybe he would.  "I need to
rest up a little."

	"Sure, Sweetie," Beth said easily.  "There's food and stuff to drink
in there on the coffee table and at the bar."

	"Thanks."  Frank massaged one of Adele's breasts to let her know she
was included in the gratitude, then moved off.

	"Are you going to behave yourself now?" Beth asked.

	"Yes," Adele nodded.

	"Hold still."  Beth removed the cuffs and disconnected the snap-on
blinders so she could see.

	Adele sat up.  "Where's Phyllis?" she asked quietly.

	"Over there."  Beth pointed at a corner where Phyllis was stretched
out on her back on a mat with a hulking black boy atop her.  Both were
snoring softly.  "She got a workout."

	"It sounded like it."

	"Let's get something to drink," Beth suggested, leading the way to
the main room.

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	Tad had watched jealously as Candace took Ben in hand and headed
upstairs with him, but he figured he would get another shot at the older
blonde woman later.  Just about all of the guys who had a girlfriend were
busy cuddling them in ways that said they'd just fucked -- which wasn't a
prescription for sharing -- and the other older women weren't as appetizing,
now that he'd shot off in somebody's mouth. The skinny black woman -- 'L' --
was riding Pete's cock on top of the massage table, noisily telling him how
good he was.  She seemed spicy -- maybe he would try her later, Tad decided.
Pickings among the young stuff seemed thin -- everyone was taken.  Tad
wondered who was hiding in the booths...

	The door to Booth One was open; inside, Chris was seated in a chair,
rubbing the back of and talking to a short, chunky girl who was draped across
his lap.  Tad stuck his head in, "Hey."

	"Hey," Chris responded.  The girl turned her head to look at him, but
said nothing.

	"So this is what they look like on the inside," Tad mused.

	"Yeah.  Could be worse, I guess," Chris muttered.  He eyed Tad, who
got the message -- they didn't want to be disturbed.  Chris wouldn't be
sharing, apparently.

	"Thanks."  Tad waved and backed out.  He'd been to Booth Two, but not
to Booth Three...  "Knock knock!" he announced himself, rapping on the panel.
There were a couple of quiet shrieks and a giggle, then the port opened.  Tad
unlimbered his meat and slid it through.

	Bernice was up -- but the cock was white!  Anita gave her a look at
her hesitation, "Oh, go on -- I had to suck a black guy the other day!"

	"Yeah, well..." Bernice muttered.

	Tad, who had heard the exchange, withdrew his cock and knelt near the
hole.  "There are two of you?"

	"Yes," Anita replied.  The girls scrambled to make sure they were out
of sight.

	"And one of you is black and the other is white?"

	Anita eyed Bernice, passing the ball to her.  "Yeah," Bernice
admitted.  "What's it to ya?"

	"Well, it's a lot less to me than it is to you, I guess," Tad
replied.

	"Yeah?  Like you'd date black chicks?" Bernice retorted.

	"I might."

	"What's with you guys, anyway?" Bernice ranted.  "Why wouldn't you
want to stick to white girls?"

	"Wow!  You sound like something out of the sixties!" Tad replied.
"Why should it matter as long as you like each other?  Besides, black guys
date white girls all the time!"

	"Yeah, well, that's disgusting, too!" Bernice retorted.

	"Being a white guy, I can see how it might be irritating, if I was
interested in the girl," Tad mused aloud, "but otherwise, if they're happy,
so what?"

	"That's just a game," Bernice asserted.  "They just do fat white
chicks who are desperate and easy to talk into fucking them."

	"Could be," Tad agreed.  "Know any desperate black chicks?"

	"WHAT?"

	"Somebody is getting left out," Tad pointed out.  "If white chicks
are easy and black guys are taking them up, then black chicks are going
without.  Why would they NOT want to date a white guy?"

	"You're whacked!" Bernice declared.

	"I'm making perfect sense," Tad retorted.  "Don't you DESERVE a white
guy?  If black guys are slumming with white chicks, what would you be doing
with a white guy?  Besides, in the dark, who can tell the difference, anyway?
I bet I can't."

	Bernice shook her head.  "He's nuts!" she announced.

	"I bet I can't tell which of you is which when you suck!" Tad teased.

	Toby and Amy had quietly inserted themselves into the party moments
before, the outside deliveries completed.  Having assessed the mood, they'd
gravitated to the booth, identifying it as the most likely source of
conflict; just about everyone else was emitting a post-coital mellow -- or,
in a couple of cases, both upstairs, they were actively having sex.  As they
closed on the booth, Tad took in Amy -- and a thought flickered through his
brain that a girl on the outside of a booth might be better than two, inside;
Amy picked it up and knelt up in front of Toby.  Since everyone was naked or
nearly naked, they were, too; Toby quelled his surprise when Amy started
jacking him.  Tad grinned and shifted his attention back to the glory hole,
and Toby got it: Amy had been in danger of having to accept Tad's advances.

	Meanwhile, inside, the girls eyed one another, ambivalent.  Anita
decided she had the high ground, however.  "What's the matter?" she sneered,
"Scared?"

	"Nope."  Goaded by Anita's challenge, Bernice took charge of Tad's
erection.  She jacked it, then sucked it in, rolling her tongue around the
flange of the head.  Tad groaned.  Bernice worked him in and out of her mouth
for a moment, then backed off, grinning triumphantly.  "Your turn."

	"Huh!  THAT's a blow job?"  Anita dove on Tad's cock, sucking
furiously, bobbing rapidly on his erection while rolling his balls in her
fingers.  Tad grunted, "Jeezus!" and mashed himself against the partition.

	Now, neither of them was experienced enough to be super-duper --
Bernice's experience was more or less limited to her abortive efforts with
Marcel and the aftermath wherein she was basically face-fucked several times,
and Anita's was limited to her previous tour of duty in a booth.  Toby
thought about interfering, but, frankly, he was distracted; Amy wasn't
pretending to give head, she was doing it -- and getting better by the
second!  Toby watched Amy slide a hand over her mons and begin to rub -- and
didn't wonder that things got better instantly.  Undoubtedly, it was the
sight of her masturbating...

	Meanwhile, Bernice took over the rotation, putting more motion into
her efforts.  Anita watched the black girl, realizing that Bernice had been
analyzing her efforts, determined to stay ahead.  She also watched and
listened to Tad; she couldn't see much except his cock, but he made noises
and he had pressed against the partition more when Anita was working him.
Anita had the handicap of her braces, but she was bearing up under it,
knowing they were an issue.  Bernice's splayed teeth might have been an
advantage -- but if they were, she wasn't using it to any effect as far as
Anita could see.  Bernice, proud of herself, handed back Tad's cock -- and
Anita could tell from the feel of it that Bernice hadn't kept him at fever
pitch.

	Anita initiated a corkscrewing motion and worked Tad's length to the
maximum depth she could tolerate, moving with some urgency and again fondling
Tad's balls.  Tad hissed in pleasure and mashed himself against the partition
again.  Bernice, realizing that she was losing the contest, watched Anita
critically, trying to understand what she was doing that was so effective.
Anita bobbed on Tad's stiff erection for a half a minute, then surrendered it
to Bernice.

	Bernice did her best to emulate Anita's method -- and did a
creditable job.  But Anita was the one who triggered Tad's orgasm -- not by
sucking, but by working herself in under Bernice while she sucked and sucking
Tad's bloated balls into her mouth!  It was hot and wet and incredible -- and
Tad howled and erupted in Bernice's mouth, painting her tonsils with his
seed.

	Once his cock was done dry-firing, Tad pulled slowly back -- and got
what he was looking for; the lips wrapped around his scrotum belonged to a
white girl.  "I can't tell which one of you is black from that, but I can
tell you who is the better cocksucker!" he exclaimed.  "Whichever one of you
was just licking my balls, give me your card if you want to do more than hide
in a booth and suck!"

	Anita's eyes popped -- but then, so did Bernice's.  Neither of them
had anticipated being selected from inside a booth!  Anita scrambled, found
her card, and slid it out of the hole.  Tad grinned.  White fingers -- with
silly-looking lavender nail polish.  Oh, well...  He turned to Toby to
present the card -- but Toby had stopped paying any attention to Tad some
time since...