The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 33
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 33 - 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
“Mama,” Carmela announced, “there will be a party after the game. We think you should come.” She and Chuck were at Carmela’s for lunch.
“What will I do there?” Imelda asked.
“Meet people.”
“Your age?”
“Yours. There will be older people there, too,” Carmela replied.
Imelda flicked a glance at Chuck. “Your father...”
“You aren’t fooling Chuck, Mama. You can drop the pretense.”
Imelda sighed. She’d known that, but it had come to mind as an excuse. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“This won’t be some bar scene,” Chuck noted. “You go as far as you like. There will be other women there and other men and well, you’d be surprised. It’s a very open place.”
“If you say so,” Imelda mused. “I will think on it.” They left it at that.
School was out for the day when Myron met Jeffrey by the concession stand under the back of the bleachers. On the other side of the bleachers, the football team was practicing and there were a number of spectators in the bleachers, watching, but no one was looking down and behind them.
“Okay, so now what?” Myron asked.
Jeffrey twisted the hasp on the padlock locking the door and removed it. “Go inside.”
“What’s in there?”
“You know I can’t tell you,” Jeffrey replied. “I’m kind of pissed that you don’t trust me! I mean, other guys, fine – but me? What the fuck?”
“Yeah, well...” Myron looked a little hangdog.
“I can tell you this: you’re gonna thank me,” Jeffrey declared, adding, “It’s gonna be dark. You aren’t SUPPOSED to see anything – but you won’t need to.”
Myron eyed his friend, grimacing. “Yeah, all right. Open up.”
Jeffrey opened the door just a crack. “We have to keep the light down. Don’t scream like a girl. It would be pretty embarrassing.”
“Okay.” Myron squeaked through the door, which closed behind him immediately, plunging the stand into total darkness. As he turned away from the door, a flashlight blinded him, “Hey!”
“Keep it down!” a voice hissed.
“Get that thing out of my face!”
“You’re not supposed to see me!” the voice retorted.
“I can’t see anything but spots!”
“Good!” The light went off.
“What’s next?” Myron asked.
“The rumor is that you’re hung. Show me!” the voice challenged.
“Are you nuts?”
“I thought you wanted the girls to get the word? I’ll get a look and report back.”
“I’m not just fishing out my dick! You might be a guy!” Myron protested.
The flashlight came back on illuminating a pussy with a little landing strip of dark hair above it. “Do you see a dick?”
Myron gulped. “Uhh, no...”
“Okay, then!”
“Jeez, you’re naked!”
“We kind of HOPED it would make you more comfortable about coming out of your pants!” came the sarcastic reply. “But you seem to be pretty intent on hiding that dick of yours. Maybe you lied.”
“Hey, okay. You can’t be too careful, you know?” Myron offered apologetically.
“Yeah, whatever.” The voice was revealing some irritation.
“Okay, I’m getting undressed,” Myron said, opening his belt and popping the snap on his jeans. “What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna look at it, Silly! I’m gonna take measurements. And if I like it, hey, who knows?”
“Okay.” Myron tossed off his running shoes and peeled out of his jeans. “I’m undone, mostly.”
The light came on, pointing at his crotch. “Is that it?”
Myron didn’t like the tone. “Well, I’m a little nervous.”
“I get that, I guess.” The voice was closer. A hand wrapped itself around Myron’s cock and rubbed it gently. “Feels nice.”
All Myron could do was gasp! A girl was holding his cock!
“Oh, yeah! NOW it’s cooking!” the girl crooned. “Damn, I need six hands! Look, I need to take a measurement. I know! I’ll give you the measuring tape and I’ll hold the flashlight, okay?”
“Y-yeah, okay!” Myron croaked. He could smell her perfume!
“Here.” Her hand held a wad of something against his chest. Myron took it and determined in the dim reflection of the light pointing at his dick that it was a sewing tape. “Stretch it out along the top side so I can read it.” Myron did so, then stood looking distractedly at a pair of bony knees and some red polished toenails. “Two ticks past seven inches! Nice! I think that’s seven and an eighth. It’s nice and thick, too. Can you wrap the tape around it?” Myron did so. “Oh, yeah, nice! I’ll be sure to tell the girls.” She turned out the light, murmuring, “We don’t need this anymore.” Myron stood there, his mouth open to ask ‘What next?’ – but as long as she was going to run her hands up and down the shaft of his cock, it didn’t seem urgent. It wasn’t quite a hand job, but it was still pleasant. Then she shifted her grip and it was more like a hand job; Myron was just getting used to it when a hot mouth engulfed him!
“AHHHHGGHH!!!!” Myron’s eyes bulged, not that anyone could see it! “FUUUUUUCKK!!”
“Not this time,” his invisible fellatrix backed off to reply. “This time, I just want to taste your cum! Don’t hold back.”
Only surprise had kept Myron from erupting already! Those lips rolled up and down his shaft and over his glans maybe six times before Myron croaked, “I’m – AAAAHHHHHH!!!!” His cock swelled and hardened and started firing flechette rounds full of baby-makers at a rate of about one per second! It didn’t last long, of course, but Myron found himself with both hands in the girl’s hair, rubbing her scalp and SOMEHOW not trying to bury his cock in her throat!
“MMMMmmmmMMMMmmmm! Nice!” she exclaimed as he released her, allowing her to back off. “Tasty!”
“I ... WOW!” Myron gasped, thinking, ‘My first blowjob! Wow!’ “Can I do anything for you?”
Teela blinked. THAT was unexpected! “Well, I DID get a little hot. Have you ever licked a girl?”
“Well, no. But I’m willing to learn!” Myron volunteered.
“Okay. Lay on your back, then, I guess,” Teela suggested. After several fumbling adjustments, Teela squatted over Myron’s face. “Okay, just lick the lips and stuff. My clit’s at the top. You’ve seen porn, right?”
“Yeah.” Myron was taking in the aroma – and it was ambrosia! Collecting her ass in his hands, he pulled her in close and went to work, his tongue discovering her relatively loose and dangling inner lips. Sweeping his tongue up between them, he attacked Teela’s clitoris from the underside.
“Ooogh! Oh, Baby! Mmmmm! Mmmmm! There! There! Yeah, fuck! FUCK!” Teela howled. “Gimme a hand!” She grabbed one of Myron’s hands and folded two fingers over and shoved two in her mouth, backing off momentarily to explain, “I’m a screamer.” Myron went back to work to the sound of Teela’s impassioned moans of “MMMMmmmm! MMMmmmmm! MMMmmmmm!” around his fingers, moans that rose to close-mouthed shrieks as orgasm crashed over her, causing her to unbalance and fall backwards across Myron’s body. “Oh, Baby, that was AWESOME!” she gurgled happily, rolling off.
“I’ll say!” Myron laughed. “That was GREAT!”
Teela located the flashlight, stood, and shined it at the floor. “Get into your stuff. We’re done.”
Myron didn’t argue – the encounter had exceeded expectation. Teela turned the light on and off, letting Myron see things he needed to see to find, then work in the dark to dress, and keeping him effectively blinded in the process. “You get an ‘A Plus’ on your report card, Myron. I’ll be sure to tell the girls you’re a hot property. Offering to do me was DEFINITELY extra credit! After you’ve been with a couple of older women at the club and have some experience, you’re gonna be a killer!”
“So, this wasn’t some kind of weird joke?” Myron asked.
“Nope, it’s a club. You want to be a member. I want you to be one! Girls are gonna want to fuck you – I do! You listen to Jeffrey and Toby. They’re being straight with you. Okay?”
“Okay!” Myron agreed vehemently.
“Okay, knock three times and Jeffrey will let you out,” Teela directed. “Take off so I can dress in peace.”
“Hey, thanks!” Myron bubbled.
“Thank YOU!” Teela faded behind the counter so there was nothing to see when Myron rapped on the door and Jeffrey let the late afternoon light in.
“So?” Jeffrey prompted.
“She was AWESOME! She gave me a blowjob! I ate pussy!” Myron was beside himself!
“Really?” That exceeded the goals of the exercise by an order of magnitude! “I’m a little pissed that you didn’t believe me, but I was dubious, too, before I found myself standing in front of a naked woman who wanted to fuck!”
“She said something about older women,” Myron mused.
“Older women know all about sex,” Jeffrey counseled as they left the area of the bleachers, headed for the parking lot. “You want to learn from them so you have your shit together for girls our age. Lots of girls our age don’t know ANYTHING first-hand and they’re scared. You want to go in there confident and knowing what you’re doing so they get a good experience. It isn’t just about you, even. If you do it right, the next guy is gonna have a LOT easier time getting her to open up!’
Myron blinked. “No shit?” The idea of opening up virgins went WAY beyond anything he previously imagined, but then, the events of minutes before did, too!
“My first was somebody’s momma – I think I know whose, now that I think about it. She wasn’t the world’s most beautiful chick, but she was hot and enthusiastic and I had a GREAT time! I know I sound like a man of the world or something, but believe it or not I’m only a few days ahead of you!” Jeffrey related.
“How can you be sure it’s all cool?” Myron asked.
“When you’ve seen it all, there’s just no question,” Jeffrey replied. “No question at all.”
“Amazing.” They parted company on that note, and Myron was so preoccupied with the events of the afternoon that he almost got run over in a crosswalk, crossing the street against a light!
“I think we oughta invite Jolene to the party,” Jasmine Fox related diffidently to Bernice Higgins. “Be a lotta guys there, right?”
“Yeah, should be,” Bernice agreed. The two black girls were kind of between groups. The gaggle of black girls they were once full members of hung out in one place and the club girls hung out in another, and they were trying to keep it all going. It wasn’t as if the first group didn’t understand – Bernice, Jasmine, Tabitha, Trish Horner, and Alyssa Hayes had all more or less moved up in the social strata – but there were some long-term friendships there and Jolene Turner was one of them.
“Hey, Amy SAID no problem. Fresh blood and all that,” Misha Lezynski interjected. Bernice and Jasmine both gave her a sharp look. They had been trying to ease into the group of black girls, but Misha and Anita Shepherdson, who seriously felt that she owed the pair for a certain incident in the girl’s bathroom, tended to gravitate to them – and that caused problems.
Jasmine grimaced and eyed Bernice, who took up the challenge. “Um, look, Misha. We’re tight, you know? It’s the whole club girl thing. But Jolene and Tania and them, well, they aren’t club girls – not yet, anyway – and they have their own group...”
“Oh.” Anita got it. “You need for us to fade so you can get in, right?”
“Yeah. Sorry!”
“I get it.” Racism went both ways, and the black girls tended to close ranks. Anita and Misha were an impediment; Bernice and Jasmine wouldn’t be allowed to join the group with the two white girls along.
“We’ll see you guys at lunch tomorrow, okay?” Jasmine offered.
“Hey, sure, no problem.” Anita waved it off. Misha could be fiery about such things, but she let it ride. The pair took off, and Bernice and Jasmine managed to fit themselves into the flow fairly quickly.
Jolene was actually pretty presentable below the neck – a little thick, but nothing that wouldn’t look halfway decent in a bikini – and she had a certain leonine grace to her movements. Above the neck, though, she was plain in general, and she’d spent WAY too much time as a young child sucking her thumb, to the detriment of her teeth, which were splayed. While guys inevitably made remarks to the effect that she was probably a helluva cocksucker, no one had actually tested the theory. She got little or no attention from guys.
She was also a close friend of Jasmine’s; not just one of the group, but someone Jasmine was tight with. As such, she was an obvious choice for Jasmine to invite.
“Y’all slummin’?” Jolene asked, once Jasmine and Bernice had cut her from the herd. “I thought you two was all up in the football thing.”
“It ain’t just football, and I got other friends, too. Good friends. Old friends.” Jasmine didn’t let it slide.
“So, what’s up?”
“I come back for you, I guess.”
“What’s that?” Jolene looked from Jasmine to Bernice and back.
“Party tomorrow night, after the game. You wanna come?”
“What kind of party?”
“Food. Music. A nice place. Boys.” Jasmine eyed her friend sidelong.
“Booze? Drugs?”
“Uh uh. You know I don’ do that shit.”
“Boys.” Jolene snorted softly. “What good is that gonna do me?”
“What good did it do us?” Bernice retorted.
“Come again?” Jolene queried.
“You got stuff going for you that I don’t, but I’m hooked up,” Bernice noted. “And we’ve got THIS in common!” She stuck her tongue out through her teeth, which had the same basic issue as Jolene’s.
“And you ain’t as big as me, but I got Isaiah,” Jasmine pointed out. “Maybe we know something – or somebody.”
Jolene pursed her lips. “Mebbe you do.”
“Lookit. I’m gonna come at you like they come at me,” Jasmine declared. “What do you want, and what will you do for a shot at it? You jus’ think about it. Y’all want to come to the game with us and go to the party after, you can. You can go as far as you want. But the more you be willing to put out there, the easier it’s gonna be. Once you get so far, it comes to you, but you got to be able to walk the walk and talk the talk.”
“Jaz,” Jolene husked, “You an’ Isaiah, you’re doin’ it, right?”
“Yeah.” Jasmine made no bones about it.
“I ain’t never done it.”
Jasmine and Bernice shared a glance. “That’s a good reason to go to the party,” Bernice declared. “There won’t be no beginners there. You want it done right. We can fix that.”
“What are you sayin’?” Jolene asked.
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