Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 8 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: mf mF mff oral ir D/s

Chapter 8

	Upstairs, Candace was handling Tad in her favorite manner -- she was
teaching Sex 101.  Tad had a little experience -- but it was only enough for
him to realize that he had a lot to learn where women were concerned.
Candace's approach was perfect -- and once he'd displayed a willingness to
hold off and follow her lead, they took it slow and easy, Candace leading him
on a tour of her erogenous zones -- ears, neck, hair, shoulders, sides,
breasts (of course), belly...

	The grand tour of the vagina, however, left them both too aroused too
continue lazily -- Tad turned out to be a gifted cunt-lapper, rolling Candace
rapidly to an orgasm supported by their previous lazy exploration.  But now
he had a serious hard-on and Candace wanted a main course to go with her
appetizers, so she cooed, "Come on, Honey -- it's time we did something for
you.  Climb up here and give Mama a feel of that beautiful cock!"

	They were on the couch in the living room; Candace's bedroom was
still in use by Pete and Tabitha.  Tad had shucked out of his clothing at the
outset -- and all Candace was wearing was a mask -- so there were no
impediments at all to Tad climbing atop her splayed body.  Candace wasn't
expecting much, given the level of excitement they'd generated; it wouldn't
be a surprise if Tad blew off right after penetration.  "Do what you can,
Honey, and don't worry too much about it -- I know you're worked up," she
husked as she collected his rigid cock in her hand and rubbed it against her
wet split.  "Mama can wait -- I know you can go again..."

	This eased Tad's mind some -- but he'd gotten a blowjob downstairs,
so he wasn't at a level one might consider explosive.  Oh, he was PLENTY
fired up -- but the first assault wave had already been launched -- into
Sally's mouth -- so the pressure was down a bit.  As a result, he was able to
get in and get going without an embarrassing discharge, somewhat to Candace's
surprise.  It was good news, though; Candace moved on to the expectation that
this round would last long enough for her to get serious pleasure from it.
"That's it, Honey," she cooed, "Give Mama that meat!  I love it like that!"
Tad leaned in to suck on her neck, giving her chills, "Uuh!  THAT's nice,
Honey!  You learn fast!  Play Mama like a violin!"  She rubbed his back and
ribs as he pounded away, displaying that power and endurance that she loved
in young guys.  "No hickeys now!" she warned, panting -- but she was loving
it!

	It was the wrong thing to say to a teenage boy, anyway --
particularly since it was obviously effective; if anything, Tad worked harder
at her neck.

	Candace suddenly realized that an orgasm was in the offing -
especially if she tuned things a bit...  "Mama's close, Honey!  Can you come
a little more straight down so you rub my clitty?  Oh, yeah!  Oh, Shit!
That's it, Honey -- you're gonna make Mama VERY happy any second!  Oh!  OH!
OOHH!  OH, SHIIIT!!!   FUCK MAMA HARD, HONEY!  FUCK!  FUCK!"  Candace went
straight to peak and blasted over it like a ski jump, undulating under Tad's
attack!

	This wasn't something Tad was going to be able to not get caught up
in; When Candace went off, excitement kindled a sympathetic detonation in Tad
and he erupted inside her, flooding her with semen.  "Ah, SHIT!  JEEZUS!
UHNGH!"

	The timing was perfect.  Candace was happy, Tad was happy; Candace
cooed about how good he was while Tad rested atop her -- working the other
side of her neck.

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

	Toby stuck his head in the door.  "The take-out is here."

	Candace sighed.  "No rest for the wicked.  Let me know if you want
another round later, Hon."  She stirred, and Tad got the hint and rolled off.

	Tad glared at Toby.  "I was having a good time!"

	"She won't be gone long," Toby replied, "Besides, you might want to
stoke up some -- she can be demanding."

	"Oh, no shit?"

	"No shit."  Toby grinned and backed out.  Tad got up and went in to
supervise the layout -- and steal a couple of choice pieces of Crab Rangoon
-- before following the trays downstairs.

	Since everyone else was naked, it had been decided that Jiang Yi
would be, too; Toby damped her concerns about being picked up with, "I bet
just about everybody is temporarily fucked out.  Relax."  He was right, too;
when she and Candace descended the stairs to deliver the food, everyone in
sight seemed to be in recovery mode.  Damian brought Alyssa downstairs, and
after a whispered conversation with Damian, Randy collected Alyssa.  "Feed
her, Sissy.  Tell her what's out here and untie her and feed her anything she
wants.  She's been... fuckin' incredible."

	Alyssa grinned.  "You hooked, Big Bro?"

	"She'll probably shit if she finds out she's been fucking me," Randy
sighed, "but, fuck, I hope she doesn't, because she's just..."  He stopped,
at a loss for words.

	"Okay, I'll take good care of her."  Alyssa headed off.

	Toby had directed that a second tray should be set up for the girls
in the booths and in the dungeon area; he pulled the curtain and rapped on
booth doors, muttering, "Dinner is served on the massage table," when Candace
and Jiang Yi had delivered that load.

	Rick, somewhat embarrassed, came out of Booth Two with Teela and
Sonya, but since the curtains were drawn, only Toby knew he was there -- and
Toby couldn't have cared less.  When he got down to Booth One, though, Sally
hissed back, "You might want to take a look at the new girl -- she looks kind
of fucked up..."

	Toby ducked inside the booth to find Amy virtually catatonic.  He
stood behind her where she squatted in the chair and rubbed her back and
said, "Come on back, Amy..."

	After a couple of minutes, she reached up to clutch his hand.
"Omigod!"

	"How do you feel?"

	"Like I've had sex with a dozen guys -- only I WAS the dozen guys!"
Amy gasped.  "They basically all got going at the same time..."

	Toby nodded.  "It's happened to me.  I try not to be around during
the big group scenes."  He paused.  "So, about the guys..."

	"They're all okay.  Some of them have this dominant streak -- but
they seem to be working it out with girls who can handle it."

	"That's how it is," Toby agreed, "The girls are all fine with what's
going on.  Trish was the only one unhappy at all -- and Bobby..."  They'd
more or less disturbed the pair by delivering the food, but Bobby and Trish
had managed to finish what they were doing and were currently cuddled happily
on the pool table, feeding each other beef teriyaki.

	"Yeah, he's in love - or at least he thinks he is, and that's the
best anybody can do..." Amy smiled crookedly.

	"Let's get you some food," Toby suggested.

	"Okay."  Amy got up.  "Toby?"

	"Yes?"

	"I'll do... whatever..."

	"Okay.  Right now there's no demand."

	"Well, not much, anyway."  She reached behind her and took his wrists
and pulled him against her, placing his hands on her breasts.  "I don't have
to read your mind to know what that tent in your pants is all about."

	Toby accepted her soft offerings, swallowing.  "It won't be here.  I
want you -- I'll be honest -- but I think we should be alone somewhere
quiet."

	Amy smiled.  "That's sweet -- but I need to... give something.  Bring
it to me.  I want to..."  Embarrassment stopped her.

	"I will," Toby promised.  He let go of her breasts, reluctantly, and
followed her out of the booth.  It was odd -- he could almost read her mind
WITHOUT reading her mind...  Shared experience, maybe?

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

	Upstairs, Pete and Tabitha's efforts to push out a third round had
gone from lazy to urgent to exhausting.  Tabitha was NOT to blame for this --
and Pete knew it; he'd gotten greedy, soaking his dick in hot pussy, and now
he was trying to grow a load of sperm to shoot into her, apparently, because
he didn't have any left!  He was tantalizingly close to orgasm -- had been
off and on for over ten minutes -- but he just didn't seem to have that
little bit extra that would put him over the top...

	Tabitha recognized the problem.  For a while -- two orgasms worth --
she'd taken advantage of it, but now she needed to come up with something,
because if he wasn't successful this third time, it would be all he would
remember about the incident, and she would be up the creek!  What could she
do?

	They were both sweat-soaked; anything resembling a slow and lazy fuck
had been momentary at best.  They'd been working like athletes and it showed.
She slid a hand lightly along his sweaty flank, wondering...

	Nipples.  Guys had them, too, right?  Maybe his...  She reached up --
they were tiny, alongside hers -- but they stuck out just a bit.  Carefully,
she collected one between her false thumb- and fingernails...

	"Ah!  Shit!" Pete gasped.

	Tabitha recoiled.  "Did it hurt?"

	"No!"

	But she couldn't hang onto it -- he was moving too much -- not with
her nails, anyway.  They got in the way of collecting his nipple with the
balls of her fingers, too, because they clashed just before they came into
contact with one another.   Oh, she could do it, but those stupid salon nails
made it harder.  Maybe...  She had to grab him under the shoulders and
virtually double herself up, but her lips found a tiny nub and then her
teeth...

	It could have been that -- or it could have been new friction from
her changed position -- but Pete suddenly got there -- basically totally
without warning!  "YAAAAH!"  Tabitha couldn't hang on while he slammed her
and squirted; the ejaculation wasn't impressive, but the feelings that went
with it were.  Tabitha settled back, satisfied, and Pete dropped atop her --
and almost squelched from the combined sweat.  "Man!" he panted.  "Next time
we gotta wait a little bit!  I damn near killed myself!"

	"Yeah," Tabitha whispered and rubbed his sweaty back.  Next time?
Would there BE a next time?

	Pete panted into the girl's sweaty neck for a couple of minutes
before pushing himself back upright.  His cock was shrinking and would be
falling out of her cunt soon, but it had done its job.  Pete collected
handfuls of the chick's odd tits -- they weren't huge and they were kind of
pointy, sometimes, but they kind of pointed out to the sides.  Well, he'd not
really been interested in balloon jugs, and black girls didn't run to cones,
as a rule, so he was probably as close as he was gonna get.  Pete knew that
much -- the girl was black -- and that was fine; he didn't really see himself
doing white chicks.  His cock dropped free, and somehow, it was time to go...
"Did you have a good time?" he asked, backing off.

	"God, yes!" she whispered, "Did you?"

	"Yeah.  Real good."  Suddenly embarrassed, he wanted out of there.
"Where are my pants?"

	That wasn't the approach Tabitha had hoped and dreamed of; she
swallowed her disappointment and sat up, then felt around where she
remembered removing his clothing.  "Here."

	"Thanks."  The next couple of minutes was quiet except for the sounds
of Pete dressing.  Then he reached out blindly to catch Tabitha behind the
neck.  "It was REAL nice.  Thanks!"

	"You're welcome."  Tabitha was warmed by the comment, but it didn't
seem like it meant that there would be any follow-through.  "Bye."

	"Yeah.  Bye."  Awkwardly, Pete collected his stuff and stumbled to
the door.  Tabitha didn't try to look as he left; she didn't want to know who
had given her all that fine loving -- and then just left...  She buried her
face in a pillow and sobbed quietly.

	Candace and Jiang Yi pointed Pete at the basement; he arrived to cat-
calls and laughter.  "So how was the mystery chick?" Alonzo asked.

	"Fuckin' unbelievable!" Pete replied.  "I don't have any fuckin'
brains left -- she fucked 'em out!"  He eyed Alonzo.  "You fucked up, Man --
you shoulda done that..."

	"I had some good shit," Alonzo allowed.  "I'm saving myself for the
older chicks, anyway."

	"Yeah, well, whatever," Pete waved it off.

	Mark popped the question, "Yeah, well, was she good enough?"

	Pete eyed him, chewing his lip.  "Yeah.  Fuck yeah."  He turned his
attention to Toby.  "I'll pay up."

	Toby grinned and waved at the stairwell.  "Step into my office."

	"You ain't telling me here?"

	"You're paying -- they aren't," Toby said simply.

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

	"What's happening?"  Miriam sat on the exam table, having been
released, with a butterfly shrimp in her fingers.

	"Some game..." Alyssa replied.  "Want something else?  I hate those
blindfold hoods..."

	Miriam shrugged.  "He doesn't want me to see him yet."

	"Who?"

	"The Boss.  You know who.  He doesn't have a name."  Miriam bit off a
hunk of shrimp and chewed reflectively.  "He doesn't need one."

	Amy came up.  "We're trying a variation on your crazy suggestion.
One of the guys went in and fucked a chick in the dark.  Now, if he wants to
know who she is, he has to take her out -- twice."

	"Yeah?" Miriam asked, interested.  "How did it go?"

	"He's asking."

	"Way cool."

	"What's been up with you?" Amy asked.

	"I'm having a blast!" Miriam replied.  "I've been fucked by a couple
of experts -- one in particular -- stuck in stocks or something, tied to this
table and driven nuts with a vibrator...  Things can't get much more
exciting!"

	"Most girls would be freaked!" Amy ventured.

	Miriam shrugged.  "I'm not most girls.  Hey, is there any teriyaki
left?"

	"Yeah.  Here."  Alyssa pressed a stick into her hand.  "What do you
think of the people who are doing this stuff to you?"

	"I volunteered," Miriam grunted around a stringy mouthful of
teriyaki.  "I love it.  I love them!  I love HIM in particular!"

	"Him?" Alyssa asked.

	"You know.  Don't kid me -- you were there before.  I know your
voice."  She chewed for a moment.  "He won't let me hear his."

	"Do you want to?" Amy asked.

	Miriam stopped chewing.  "Yes.  I want to hear him and see him and
smell him and taste him -- and I want to feel him, inside and out!"

	"What if he's three feet tall and has zits all over him?" Alyssa
asked.  "What if he's black?  What if he only has one leg?"

	Miriam snorted.  "He might be black.  So?  He's a master at what he
does.  I don't care if he has one red eye -- he's...  Well, he's a master.
MY master."  She chewed reflectively.  "Yeah.  That's his name.  Master."

	"Hooo, boy!"  Alyssa rolled her eyes.

	"Hey, fuck you!" Miriam flared.  "Obviously you have no idea..."

	"Whoa, whoa -- I'm sorry, okay?" Alyssa replied.  "We're different,
okay?  We've established that.  I don't see what you, uh, don't see when you
look at your, um, master..."  She was grinning again at the end in spite of
herself.

	"Hey, he's NOT covered with zits!" Miriam railed.

	Amy pursed her lips.  "You know, he gets something from Miriam that
he WANTS from you!" she told Alyssa.

	"What's that?"

	"Respect."

	"How would you know?" Alyssa snapped.

	"It's pretty obvious."

	"One day in the group and you know everything that's going on..."
Alyssa was scornful.

	"Okay, whatever."  Amy backed off.  "But you've made my point.
Besides, I heard that you were told specifically..."

	"What, exactly?  Who told you?  Toby?"  Alyssa's voice rose.  "So
he's given you the big briefing?  And you believe everything..."

	"Why shouldn't she?" Damian growled from behind Alyssa.  "Toby reads
you girls like a book.  I bet if Toby told this one something about you, it's
true.  Do I want to know what it is?"  His voice was soft, dangerous.

	"I..." Alyssa bleated.

	Amy hurled herself into the breach -- largely because she didn't want
Alyssa as an enemy.  "I was talking out of turn."

	"What about?"

	"Respect," Amy replied.  "Alyssa was calling me down because I acted
like I knew everything that was going on.  I'm just a newcomer here..."

	"Yeah..."  Damian didn't really believe what he was hearing, but he
let it ride.  Amy felt a moment's fear that he would require some
demonstration from her, but he shifted his attention back to Alyssa.  "You
know I'm not buying this, right?"

	"Yes, Damian."  Alyssa was all contrition.

	Damian looked at Amy.  "She learns, eventually.  Whatever she was
giving you shit about, she was probably wrong -- weren't you?"

	He didn't have to look at Alyssa for her to know what was going on.
"Yes, Damian."

	"You're lucky you can fuck," Damian grunted and stalked off.

	Amy looked contrite.  "Sorry!"

	Alyssa sighed.  "You were right.  He deserves it -- and I don't give
it to him.  I'm too close."

	Miriam was smiling.  "So.  You have a master."

	"I do n--...!"  The protest died on Alyssa's lips.  "Yeah.  I've got
one.  And I fuck up all the time.  And he beats me and he humiliates me and I
try to do better because..."  She didn't have to say the last three words --
'I love him' was there in her voice.

	"And it's worth it all, isn't it?" Miriam said softly.

	"Yes."

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

	Toby, having left Pete in the living room, knocked on the bedroom
door and let himself in.  Tabitha was still snuffling into a pillow.  "Hey,
what's up?  Wasn't it good?"

	"It was GREAT!" Tabitha wailed.  "He was WONDERFUL!  But he musta
figured out who I was because he was in a big rush to go!"

	"There must be some misunderstanding," Toby muttered, shrugging.  "I
got a totally different feel from him."

	"I wasn't good?"

	"No, he was pretty happy."

	"Pretty happy..."  When Tabitha said it, it sounded like 'sorta
broke.'

	"Um, maybe I didn't inject enough into that," Toby muttered.  "Look,
do you want to see him again?"

	"Does it matter?"

	"Yeah."  Toby nodded.  "He's asking."

	"He IS???"

	"Yup."

	"Well, SURE!"  Tabitha grinned from ear to ear, dashing tears from
her eyes.

	"Okay, I'll go broker things," Toby told her.  "You go wash your face
or something."  He headed back out.

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

	Toby delivered the news in the living room.  "Tabitha." Pete grunted.
"Hart.  Big ass.  Not too bright.  Big ol' gap-toothed watermelon-seed-
spittin' grin.  THAT Tabitha Hart."

	Toby pursed his lips.  "That Tabitha Hart."

	"That Tabitha Hart fucks like a wild thing."

	"Yup."

	"What else does she do?"

	"Just about anything you could ask for, if all it takes is eagerness
to please," Toby replied.

	Pete pulled at his lip.  "Yeah, I can see that..."  From his limited
contact with her, she was sweet tempered...  "Come to think of it, her mama
has a rep..."

	"For sex?  So I hear.  But her mama's a bad example, and as a result
Tabitha doesn't do a bunch of the things her mama does.  And they got in a
fight last week and her mama kicked her out," Toby revealed.

	"She's got it tough," Pete mused.

	"She makes the best of it."

	"Two dates?"

	"Two dates."

	"Done."

	"You want to tell her?" Toby asked.

	"Yeah.  That's fine."

	Toby waved at the doorway and Pete strode out.

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

	"Shit, shit, shit!  Where are those panties?  He's not gonna want to
see my big..."  Tabitha was crawling along the floor, casting about for her
underclothing.

	"Ass?" rumbled a voice from the doorway.

	Tabitha whirled, struggling to her feet in the process.  Pete Phifer
was standing there...  "P--P--Pete?"

	"I had the fucker in my hands -- it ain't like I don't know what size
it is..."

	"OMIGAAAWD!  Pete?  OMIGAAAWD!"  Tabitha's knees gave way and she
crashed down onto the bed.

	"Does that mean you're happy to see me?"

	Tabitha was sitting there, bug-eyed, hyperventilating.  'PETE PHIFER!
HOLY SHIT!  PETE PHIFER!'  It was Christmas!  She had a fairy godmother --
some fucking thing!  Winning the lottery was more likely!  A LOT more!  'PETE
PHIFER!'

	"You okay?"  Pete lurched forward, concerned.  Tabitha couldn't seem
to say anything, even though her mouth was moving -- and her eyes were HUGE!
"I didn't mean to scare you..."  He closed on her, waving his hands, trying
to figure out what he should do.

	Two steel bands trapped his upper thighs and crushed Tabitha's face
to his belly, muffling her exclamations, "Omigawd!  Omigawd!  Omigawd!"

	"Jeezus!  I'm only fuckin' human!" Pete grunted, rubbing her
shoulders.

	Tabitha looked up.  "It was you?  This isn't some kind of joke...?"
'Shit.  It probably is,' she thought.

	"No, it was me."  He shook her shoulders.  "Hey, lookit -- I just
play a little football, you know?  Don't get all wrapped up in how wonderful
I am, 'cause it just ain't there..."

	"If I was dreaming..." Tabitha muttered.

	"It'd be me?" Pete chuckled.  "You got a serious imagination.  We got
a couple of dates coming, anyway.  Do you suck face?"

	"Do I!"

	"All right.  Leggo so I can bend some.  Promise me you'll give me my
tongue back..."  They went from her sitting on the bed and him bending over
her to her flopped back on the bed with him above her, one knee between her
legs -- without disengaging their lips.  "Okay, that was cool," Pete puffed,
trying to get his breath.  "Let's turn the fuckin' lights off -- no, let's
just leave on that lamp, there..."  After some scrambling, they ended up
entwined on the bed, Pete still in his clothes, while they took a step
backward from active sex to heavy petting.

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

	Tad caught Toby coming down the stairs, grinning.  "Where's Pete?"

	"Busy.  We may not see a lot of him tonight.  He and his date are
getting to know one another, um, socially," Toby related.

	"They're gonna have to get out of my bed, eventually," Candace
groused.  "I'll probably have to change the sheets!"

	"I'll help," Tad offered.

	"Maybe we'll mess 'em up again, first," Candace simpered.  "That'll
probably be late.  Why don't you go get a suck, Hon -- something to hold you
over; besides, the girls need training.  Then you can sleep with Mama
later..."  She ruffled his hair.

	"Yeah.  Works for me!" Tad returned enthusiastically.  He was in no
hurry, though.

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

	Things slowly started drifting back toward sex, but it took over an
hour and a half.  Teela and Sonya dragged Rick into Booth Three and Sally and
Amy went back to Booth Two -- Booth One was left vacant.  Alonzo sat watching
various couples necking, pretending disgust, but in reality amused.

	Tad and Mark, both somewhat recharged, headed back to the booths.
Tad took Booth Three again -- but the cast had changed...

	Teela eyed the specimen poking in through the hole.  "About the same,
I think," she whispered.  "Maybe a little less...  Why don't you show us,
Lover?"

	Rick rolled his eyes, but Sonya, jacking Tad and fondling his balls,
looked expectant, so he assumed a look of martyred patience and dropped his
pants.  Sonya waved him over to her and took him in hand, jacking a cock in
each.  "Rick's is thicker," she whispered, "Maybe a little longer."  Then she
started sucking Tad in.

	"Give me that."  Teela took charge of Rick's cock, going to her knees
to suck it in.  "Thank God -- I was afraid it would forget me!"

	"Yeah, right!" Rick whispered, settling carefully into the chair.
Now that she had him, he knew that she wouldn't let up until he gushed inside
her somewhere.

	Mark, having decided that he was going to get one more blow job, then
head home, slid his cock into Booth Two -- where the same cast was on hand as
last time.  Sally looked up -- and Amy waved her off, having decided that she
needed something to concentrate on so she didn't drift off into La-La Land.
Gingerly, she took charge of Mark's thick cock and heavy balls.

	Mark was totally unprepared for what followed.  Amy knew next to
nothing about sucking a dick going in -- but she knew EXACTLY what felt good
to Mark, and that was all she needed!  She also knew about his concerns with
premature ejaculation, and tuned her efforts to ensuring that Mark got the
maximum amount of pleasure consistent with being just short of out of
control.  Long after Tad gushed into Sonya's mouth and Rick grunted and let
go in Teela's, Mark was plastered against the wall, panting and sweating and
suffering agonies of pleasure the likes of which he'd never experienced in
his life!  Fifteen minutes came and went; Mark was trying to claw his way
through the wall at that point, the pleasure was so intense!  Finally, Amy
teased him to the brink and let him erupt; Mark couldn't even croak, but he
spewed a flood of semen that Amy couldn't get a handle on -- while she choked
on the first mouthful, he spattered her neck and breasts with his thick goo.
Amy milked him with her fist, then sucked up the remainder before letting him
stagger back, exhausted.

	"Wow!" Sally whispered.  "You kicked butt!  How did you do that?"

	Amy shrugged.  "I just kind of got in tune with him so I could read
him.  When he started getting a little too hot, I backed off..."

	"Man!  You are HOT!" Mark gasped -- but he was afraid to approach the
hole again; irrationally, he feared that he would get sucked through or
something.  He gathered up his clothes and waddled off, ducking his head as
he went past the main room.  "Gonna get a shower..."

	Toby, who had been keeping an eye on things, came down to the booth.
"Amy?"

	"Can you wait a little bit?" Amy mumbled.  "My lips are sore..."

	"Yeah, fine -- I was just wondering if it was you..."

	"Yeah.  I did it."

	"If you don't still need to..." Toby offered.

	"What have you done tonight?"

	"Well, nothing, actually."

	"Okay, then."

	"All right -- I'll come back later."  'Hey, if she wants it...' Toby
mused.

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

	Miriam and Alyssa were killing time, leaning against the exam table
when a pair of hands enveloped Miriam's breasts from behind.  "Is it him?"
Miriam asked.

	"Yeah," Alyssa replied.  "It's him."

	"Hello, Master!"  Miriam turned her head to her right and offered her
lips.  Randy, taken by surprise, flashed a look at Alyssa, who shrugged.
Miriam started to turn her head back to the front, disappointed, but Randy
put his hand up and turned her back and connected his lips to hers, then
shoved his tongue in her mouth.  Miriam took it on as a matter of course,
leaning back against him and enjoying his hands molding her breasts.  They
kissed like that for a couple of minutes before Randy backed off a bit;
Miriam breathed, "Thank you, Master," as he pulled away.  Randy, looking for
a method of silent acknowledgement, squeezed her nipples.  She kept
surprising him...  Now he was 'Master' -- what next?  He stopped, trying to
decide if this whole thing changed his intent -- and decided that it didn't.
Tapping Alyssa on her shoulder, he began gesturing.

	"Uh oh -- no rest for the wicked," Alyssa announced.  "He wants you
back on the table."

	"Okay."  Miriam hopped up and rotated her legs to find the stirrups.
Randy buckled them in and buckled her waist but he left Miriam's hands free.
Next, he went around to the end of the table and collapsed the leaf holding
Miriam's head up.  "Oops!" Miriam yelped.

	Randy made a series of gestures.  "Well, here it comes," Alyssa
informed Miriam.  "Lower your head -- he wants to fuck your face.  Ummm,
expect to choke, but he's going to give you your hands so you can control
things some.  I think I'd push it if I were you, though..."

	"Oh, okay.  Is he ready?"  Miriam groped over her head.  "This isn't
something I have experience with, Master, but I'll do my best."  She found
his hip with one hand and groped for his cock with the other.  Randy smiled
and shook his head and Alyssa translated, "He knows you will."

	Meanwhile, Miriam fed his cock into her mouth.  It was another new,
exciting challenge -- the latest in a series.  She knew what he wanted --
would he fit down her throat?

	It was slow and difficult and not particularly pleasant.  Miriam did
her best, but just being willing wasn't enough.  The first time she collected
a mouthful of vomit, she begged Randy, "Master, please get a bucket or
something.  I'm trying, but I'm going to make a mess before I get this..."
Damian, who was watching idly, dispatched Alyssa to the bathroom for one.

	"Okay, turn to your right if you need it," Alyssa told Miriam,
placing the bucket at the end of the table upon her return.  No more than ten
seconds went by before Miriam, pushing things after idling through the delay,
turned her head and spewed into the bucket.

	"Sorry, Master!" Miriam choked.  Randy, who was manipulating her
nipples, squeezed them and leaned over to kiss her between the breasts.
Miriam went teary-eyed, overwhelmed -- and redoubled her efforts.

	She was the definition of game; she vomited in the bucket two more
times before Toby, in awe of her courage, intervened a bit to help her with
her gag reflex.

	Success soon followed; Miriam's heart swelled to near explosive size
the first time her nose bumped Randy's scrotum.  She held Randy there,
triumphant, knowing it could be done, but knowing that she would probably
vomit again when he backed out -- and Randy kissed her between the breasts
again, which made it perfect -- even without the applause and cat-calls of
the onlookers.  Then she let him withdraw, and somehow managed not to lose
her gorge.  After that, it was an every few stroke thing -- not fast, but
working.  It was time to swallow her master's cum; Randy took more control,
alternating three to six short, glans-covering strokes with a deep shot.
Miriam found that she could accommodate this, and confidence grew in her and
she relaxed more.  Not soon, but eventually, she realized from the sounds
that her master was nearing his completion and prepared for it as best she
could -- but the results of his sliding his cock full-length into her throat
to pulse his seed directly down it surprised her -- there was nothing to
taste!  It was all already gone down her throat!

	Randy held himself deep only long enough to get out the active pulses
of his orgasm, then backed off; Miriam's lips suckled the tip of his dick as
if he hadn't spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes abusing her.  Cheers
and whistles and cat-calls sounded from the impromptu peanut gallery -- which
was just about everyone not in a booth.  She'd amazed him -- again!  There
seemed to be nothing that he couldn't ask of her -- nothing!  He withdrew his
cock and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips.  A couple of the guys went,
"EWWWW!" but nothing less could reward her effort -- besides, his cum was
long gone.  He raised the table leaf so she could rest her head on it and
rubbed her face and neck and shoulders for a bit before going back to her
breasts.  He wanted to fuck her, but he didn't have it in him... He glanced
around, thinking -- and Damian provided the answer.

	"Eat her," he directed Alyssa.

	One look told Alyssa that this was the punishment for her earlier
outburst.  She didn't argue -- she just knelt between the stirrups and went
to work on Miriam's clitoris.  Miriam was hot and wet and her clitoris was
bulging, suffused with blood -- and she'd been fucked twice already -- so she
was pretty swampy.  Alyssa's tongue found both male and female secretions in
quantity as it delved Miriam's depths and ran the length of her pink slit to
her swollen clit.  She knew better than to let the goo stop her but worked on
Miriam's pussy assiduously, mining it for pleasure.  Miriam held onto Randy's
hips, rubbing his flesh while he rubbed hers until Alyssa's tongue had wrung
an orgasm from her -- which took all of a minute and a half, maybe.  "Ah,
GOD!  GOD!!"

	"You guys sure put 'em through hoops," Alonzo observed quietly.

	"They love it," Damian replied.  "THAT one in particular!" he added,
pointing at Miriam.

	"Yeah, she's a hot property..."

	Randy broke his silence, erupting, "Get your own!"  There was a
moment of shock and surprise, then general laughter.  Miriam hugged her
master as if she never planned to let go!