The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 17
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Our various characters are moving on from the tumultuous Homecoming game, the dance, and the partying at the Club. Things aren’t all coming up roses. Enemies have been made, and new alliances will be required to deal with them.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Slavery Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Torture Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Enema First Masturbation Oral Sex BBW
Things had gone back and forth for Tina again and again that night; revelations about the club always seemed to be a mix of good and bad. There had been a couple of absolutely amazing revelations regarding Amy and Toby – and Tyrone. Tina was somewhat whipsawed by the shifts and changes, but Alonzo took her to the Jacuzzi and they cuddled and relaxed, then took a shower together. Tina got more and more comfortable with Alonzo, if not with the club and their surroundings. Then he led her into a quiet room where the bed was made with new sheets, the TV played soft music if you put it on the right channel, the lights were low, and she was naked with the hottest boy she’d ever even been close to.
It had come out of the blue – Alonzo had swept in during the dance and had confirmed her dreams that he was a romantic by saying simple, sincere things and keeping her shyness from causing her to put him off. After that, things had made her nervous, but it had been about the club, not about Alonzo. When he pulled her against him and collected a double-handful of her round ass, he was more than welcome.
They kissed for what seemed to be hours, standing up, then shifted to the bed. Tina ground her furry snatch against his tapered cock without any concerns over what it would lead to. Alonzo had been her dream guy for quite a while, and that was BEFORE he showed her the romanticism that she’d only glimpsed before. Tina was hot and wet and moaning into Alonzo’s mouth when he rolled them over so that he was on his back and said, “Take your time. Do it any way you need to.”
Tina leaned back in to kiss him and rub her small breasts against his chest, but her powerful thighs hunched her, allowing her to rub the pink-fleshed slit between her puffy inner lips along his shaft, lubricating it with her secretions. Some people might have called this ‘dry-humping’ but it was ANYTHING but dry! Tina’s secretions were copious at the start, and became a flood! She gasped and moaned into his mouth and her ass and her powerful thighs worked to move her in ways that were pure animal motions of lust, rocking her slot up and down along Alonzo’s tapered shaft from the tip to the hairs at the base along his scrotum!
Tina had always been a hot, wild, hair-trigger girl, and Alonzo had given her the kind of warm-up that caused her to leap to heights that other girls would have only approached carefully! She kept rocking, but shifted higher and higher until suddenly Alonzo’s glans snagged in her opening – and before she could stop herself, he was inside her halfway to the root!
“UUUUUHHHH!!!” Tina gasped, halting momentarily.
“Are you okay?” Alonzo whispered, but Tina’s body had already informed her that stopping put a halt to the pleasure the motion had been producing, and she was moving again before he finished the question!
“Oooohhh, GOD!” Tina gasped, as Alonzo’s cock opened her cunt and probed its depths. She raised herself onto her hands and stared down at Alonzo, her eyes wild as her ass clenched, her thighs rippled and she started rocking and pumping on his cock in a crankshaft type of motion over his embedded piston. “OH, SHIT! OH, FUCK!”
Alonzo reached up and cradled her face while she set up a power-stroke that might have injured him if there hadn’t been a certain circular component! She was grinding her clit along his pubic bone, then rocking back to drag it along the upper surface of his cock, then rocking forward with only his glans inside her before dropping down, pressing his glans against the front wall of her cunt, rubbing her G-spot. It was, instinctively, a perfect combination for her and it took only a dozen strokes before she threw her head back and screeched, “OMIGAAAAAWD!! I’M CUMMMINGGGG!!!!!”
Orgasm slowed her, but didn’t change the pattern of her stroke. Alonzo rubbed her spiky nipples and she lowered herself enough to kiss him, but only for a half a minute or so, after which she started ramping things up again. She continued to push things higher and higher until orgasm reached up and smacked her again, ripping forth a howl of, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!”
Again, she collapsed a bit, and she was slower to recover, but the juggernaut gathered steam after a couple of minutes and THIS time, she was totally unable to control herself when the explosion ripped through her, washing over her senses! “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!” was all she was capable of as she collapsed atop Alonzo, who had managed to hold on, somehow, through her wild ride.
At that point, Alonzo rolled them over so he could be on top. Tina’s wild ride had exhausted her, but it hadn’t tapped Alonzo’s reserves. It was clear to him that soft, gentle loving wouldn’t do for his energetic, athletic girlfriend, so he set up a measured hammer-stroke, slashing into her depths about once every three seconds, and slowly withdrawing. Tina clutched him and moaned, gasped and whined, raising her cunt to take his stroke and drive his cock against her G-spot and taking the impacts of his pubic bone, again and again!
“OMIGOD! OMIGOD!” she panted, her feet riding his hips, clutching him. In a couple of minutes, it became clear that this, too was going to drive her mad with pleasure, and she urged him on, chanting, “GO! GO! GO!” until it happened again and she screamed out her joy – and this time, her pussy milked an eruption out of Alonzo!
“OOH, BABY! OOH, BABY!” Tina gasped, “I want to feel that again and again!” as Alonzo grunted quietly, his cock pulsed in her and semen splashed against her cervix. “That is SOOO hot! Cum in me! I LOVE IT!”
They’d done it twice more that night before falling into an exhausted sleep, Alonzo on top, owning her. The third time had been slow and gentle and three times as long as the first – and while totally different, it had been even more satisfying!
‘No, it’s worth it,’ Tina mused to herself. ‘It’s worth doing just about anything.’ They hadn’t had sex since – other things kept getting in the way – but Alonzo was her man, or she was his woman. They’d gone out, but not STAYED out, and both times had been occasions for romance, not sex. Her girlfriend Sherry carped on about the fact that Alonzo wasn’t EVEN white, but Tina couldn’t have cared less. She knew what Alonzo WAS and it trumped what he wasn’t.
The change had not gone unnoticed. Around most guys, Tina was still one of them – the reserved sports nut who was unafraid to mix with boys in groups, but never with individuals. But when Alonzo appeared, it was like a bubble formed around them and no one could miss the fact that they were a couple in love. There was some jealousy out there – a lot of guys were unhappy that they hadn’t been able to penetrate Tina’s defenses.
~#####~ They weren’t the only ones unhappy. Coach Connors and Coach Dobbins of the Waynesboro High Marauders were sitting at Coach Connors’ house drowning their sorrows in beer. The Superintendent of Schools had suspended them from coaching for the remainder of the year and told them that they would be let go at that point. They were still teaching, but their misbehavior was going to get them shown the door. There were a couple of players present, too, including Rudy Welles, who had tried to stomp Tad’s knee, and Tom Stapleton, the quarterback. The news had just run the story – again – on the report of the league’s decision to request permanent suspension of the coaches and forfeiture of all Marauders wins that season, which would ensure that they did not make the playoffs and would change the league stats quite a bit. The Marauders could keep any wins going forward, but they were now 0 and 5 for the season.
At no time during coverage of the story did ANYONE miss displaying footage of little Anita Shepherdson bawling her eyes out and then tearfully announcing that her boyfriend was luckily not permanently injured by the Marauders.
“I’d love to give that little bitch something to bawl about!” Coach Connors rumbled.
“So, would I!” Tom Stapleton retorted. He gave Rudy a look and waved him to the corner of the room. “Who are the Eagles playing this week?”
“The Dover Doughboys,” Rudy replied, “THAT should be a cake-walk!”
“Yeah, well, that’s a lot closer to here than it is to Jefferson. Remember when those cheerleaders got nabbed and fucked a couple of weeks ago?” Tom asked.
“Yeah...?”
“Remember? They showed up on the net doing a gangbang and looking like sluts and nobody ever did nothing...?”
“Yeah,” Rudy nodded.
“So, you’re not busy...” Rudy had been suspended from the football team for being the perpetrator. “Why don’t you swing by Dover tomorrow night and invite Anita to a gang-bang?” Tom grinned at his friend. “We can do it here and give Coach Connors and Coach Dobbins and you the first three rounds and then the rest of the team can hook her up afterward and we can drop her off at Tad Travis’ place Saturday morning and see how he handles his girlfriend being a gang bang slut.”
Rudy grinned. “I LIKE it!”
“Get some masks and shit – we don’t want her seeing us. Probably the best thing is to make sure her eyes are covered, too. Think about it; make sure we’re all covered. We want her to know who did it but be unable to prove it.”
“I’ll need help,” Rudy noted.
“We’ll get you a couple of third-stringers. We’re doing the Mad Monks; we won’t need them,” Tom advised. “We’ll shoot over after the game and do her up and by the time anyone is worried, she’ll be back at her boyfriend’s house with twenty-five or thirty loads of cum in her.”
“Cool!” Rudy and Tom did a high-five and went to say goodbye to the coaches.
~#####~ Toby, Amy, and Tyrone talked long after the meeting over Camilla and Hobart was over. In the end, Tyrone was a full member – and committed to it.
“Who can I bring in?” Tyrone asked.
Toby shrugged. “Cindy and Elaine and Beverly and her mother are not a problem. What’s up with her dad?”
“Otis says he’s locked down, and he’s certain of it. We can investigate a little, but I trust Otis.”
“You don’t have to let Otis ride your shirt tails,” Toby pointed out.
“Yeah, I know, but he’s my oldest friend. Besides, by now you know...”
“You had him set up to take the fall if something went wrong,” Amy supplied, with a wry smile.
“Yeah. I owe him. He’s doing okay, too.”
Toby pursed his lips. “We helped him a little.”
“How?” Tyrone asked, surprised.
“When it became clear that you were going to try to go straight with Cindy, we went into Otis and we strengthened the non-gangsta part of his personality so he could keep up. We didn’t CHANGE anything, necessarily, we just reinforced the more vanilla behavior patterns and de-emphasized the gangsta stuff, so that, like you, he was playing at gangsta,” Amy replied. “It took both of us and it wore us out, but it was a gift we gave you to help you two move forward.”
Tyrone pursed his lips. “That explains some things. I was afraid that I was going to have to carry Otis on my back, somehow, but things have been easier than expected.”
Toby nodded. “He’s still Otis, and everything is still there. He’s just looking at things from what WAS his alternate direction by default, instead of what used to be his primary outlook – which comes from his father, maybe.”
Tyrone nodded. “Otis’ old man is a problem.”
“How much of it would be fixed if he had access to the club?” Toby asked.
“That would hook him up for a while, but he’s greedy and stupid. There isn’t anything wrong with Otis’ momma, except that I was a little heavy-handed with her,” Tyrone replied. He rubbed his face. “Mine, either, for that matter.”
“I think we all adjust our parents early,” Amy commiserated. “It just happens. We need the freedom of movement. Later, you fix what you can.”
“We can pull them in,” Toby declared, “or at least protect them.”
“What about my OTHER mistakes?” Tyrone worried.
“Patty and Simone?” Toby shrugged. “You know they’re more or less beyond reconstruction, but they aren’t hurting. They’re happy doing what they’re doing and Slick and Marcel aren’t mistreating them, I don’t think.”
“We’ve got plenty on all six of them – Patty and Simone, Slick and Marcel, Rudy and Frog – to make them members,” Toby mused. “That might keep them out of trouble. We’re going to need the guys, and I know a couple of members who would really love to meet Patty and Simone, too.”
“Can you guys handle all this?” Tyrone worried.
“The club WILL expand beyond its current size,” Toby declared. “The football team isn’t the whole school and there are kids of both sexes at the school who need help. But we’ll need you to help us put out forest fires.”
Tyrone rubbed his face. “There is a lot of shit out there.”
“Welcome to our world,” Amy retorted, smiling crookedly. “With great power comes even greater responsibility. We’ve tried to set up some kind of oversight, but there will be times when all we can do is what we think is right.” The three parted company on that note – there was a busy weekend coming up.
They had no idea just HOW busy!
~#####~ Friday morning, Tyrone called Elaine on a burn phone and asked, “Can you ask your PIs how long Delaney will hold out before she tells Hobart she’s being blocked? And if we dangle someone in front of her, will it help?”
“I’ll make some calls.”
“I’ve got some help – high-powered help – but it’s from a strange source. We think maybe we can find a way to fix Hobart without taking it to the wall,” Tyrone explained.
“That would be interesting.” Elaine was examining a pile of documents from Hobart’s safe; Richard Gorman’s friend with the magic fingers had come and gone that morning. “I’m fingering Hobart’s stash. He has a few things he thinks he can use on me, it appears.”
“How bad?”
“Peccadillo, but it might have caused me to make a few concessions. Now, however...”
“He can’t wave what he doesn’t have,” Tyrone grinned. “Anything else?”
“Delaney. Antoine. Some other people that it will be interesting to contact and gain as allies.” Elaine pursed her lips in thought. “You know, it never really came home to me how into suborning blacks he is. Just about everyone on his little hit list is black. He likes making it personal afterward, too.”
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