The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 39
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 39 - 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
Gerald had settled with a plate when a group came into the library. Among them was the woman, whose eyes settled upon him immediately. “That one,” she said to a young male with her. The two teenage girls with them both gave Gerald the once-over.
The male teen approached him. “Can I have a word with you?”
“I didn’t damage her any...” Gerald began.
The teen grinned. “I’m aware of that. Could we...?” He waved at a corner.
Gerald followed the young man. “What is she upset about?”
“Probably not what you think,” he got for a reply. The youth turned to him, grinning. “She’s not mad, if THAT’s what you think. What happened?”
“Some kids hooked me up with her. I took her to a room and she proceeded to prove that she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, and then we had some absolutely amazing sex, in the process of which I might have gotten a little wild, but she seemed to be going to some effort to invite it.” He pursed his lips. “There is a bit of a language problem.”
“Okay, so, all things being equal, would you see her again?”
Gerald blinked. “Well, yeah, all things being equal.”
The teen cocked his head. “So, what isn’t equal?”
“I did things to her that I haven’t done to a woman in quite some time and never expected to again, frankly. She seemed to be inviting it, but pulling her head back by the hair? Spanking her ass?”
“I’ll go double-check, but I don’t think she sees these things the way you do,” Chuck advised him. “Can you give me a moment?”
Gerald shrugged. “Sure.”
Chuck went back to Imelda. “He says he got a little wild with you: spanking, pulling your hair, that kind of thing.”
“Yes.” Imelda looked at the floor and blushed. “He was very ... masterful. Is that a word? Masterful? I know that this is not the way in your culture, but he seemed to see my needs and rise above. He is very smart – he thinks about things. But he is not afraid...” She looked up, hot-eyed. “Like YOU are not afraid.”
“Uh ... huh...”
Carmela tugged Chuck’s wrist. “It’s machismo – and it isn’t. You will put a woman in her place, and Mama respects that. She knows you are not raised to this. It is in our culture, but there are many posers, who understand the forms, but not the reality. It is control – but based on a knowledge of what control is and when to use it.”
Chuck shook her head. “I got mad that she would say such things and hit you and I hit her. I see that as a failing.”
Carmela caressed his face. “Not when it is the right thing to do – and it WAS! You rope me in when I need it. We Ruiz women have fiery Spanish tempers and our men must be able to extinguish those fires. You have it, and you have the confidence to use it. This is what she sees in him.” She took his hand and gazed into his eyes. “This is more than a date we are talking about here. Mama would give him ... everything.”
“Yeah, well, how do I know...? Wait a minute...” Turning to Imelda, he asked, “Who put you together? Describe them.”
“A dark haired boy with a big ... Well, you know.” Imelda blushed. “And a red-haired girl. Freckles.”
“Toby and Amy.” Chuck nodded to himself, pursing his lips. “This isn’t any casual thing. Okay.” He nodded at the girls and broke away, moving quickly to Gerald.
“This was orchestrated, right? Arranged?” he confirmed.
“Yes. That pair. You know what they do, right?”
“Yeah.” Chuck nodded. “This wasn’t casual. In the first place, she’s thrilled to death that you can be masterful. That was her term – masterful.”
“I guess I don’t get it,” Gerald mused.
“She was raised old-school. Men are men, and women obey,” Chuck explained. “I think her marriage was arranged, and to a much older man. Her daughter – my girlfriend – tells me that it’s about machismo, the real thing. A lot of Hispanic guys talk the talk, but they don’t walk the walk: no honor and no guts. I came along and she flew off the handle one day and called her daughter a slut and a whore for sleeping with me and started slapping her around and I slapped the holy crap out of her ... And I’m God’s second son, as far as she’s concerned, because I knew enough to shut her up and give her Hell for what she said, and I did it in the defense of her daughter.”
“Sooo...?”
“Pulling her hair? Beating her butt? No problem. You were taking ownership. You were fucking her and you’re the man – and she was thrilled to death. You could probably do a lot worse. Carmela fucks like a wild thing and gets a lot of joy out of it. I don’t expect that the apple fell far from the tree.”
“Frankly, she was amazing! I have never EVER had a woman actually cream on my cock before!” Gerald related.
“Okay, so you have nothing at all to be ashamed or worry about,” Chuck declared. “She wants to see you again. There is more to it than that, actually. She would be thrilled to death to be able to fill half of your closet with her clothes, I think.”
“After one fuck?” Gerald gasped.
“Scary, isn’t it? You made a serious impression. I’m not sure you have any idea. The thing is, the way you do things resonates with her. I’m the reason she’s looking at white guys, but she really didn’t think she could find one who understood the code.”
“I’m not a woman-beater.”
“She doesn’t want one. She wants a man brave enough to provide a correction when one is required, though. Once that is established, there won’t be a lot of times that the stick has to come out – a harsh word or two, delivered when it is the right thing to do, will remind her. One of the things that has been mentioned is that you think about things before you do something like that. Any idea...?”
“She was sucking me. She was looking at me and I got the impression that she was waiting for something. You have to understand – she’s an amazing cocksucker. It wasn’t much of a leap for me to figure out that she wanted me to grab her head and force her some. Then later, she was going to extend things beyond where I wanted to, and I stopped her.”
“You took charge.”
“Yes.”
“And you thought about it first and delivered a, um, measured response.”
“Exactly.” Gerald shrugged. “I think about almost everything. If you were to ask me, ‘How are you?’ I would think about my response and not just say ‘fine.’ It’s how I do things.”
“Okay.”
“So...?”
“So, figure out what you want. She’s gone on you, and THEY think it is a good idea. You can argue with that if you want, but you’ll probably be wrong.”
Gerald grimaced. “That girl knows more about what goes on in my head than I do.” He eyed Imelda. “What does she want?”
“She’ll take a good deal less, but she WANTS you to be her man,” Chuck replied. “You need to set the limits. Do what is fair. If you have worries, set limits that will keep things from going too far. Whatever you decide to do, be the man. If you don’t think you can, don’t do anything.”
“How far does it go?”
Chuck shrugged. “It isn’t ownership. She’s a free woman, more or less. She might do all kinds of things for you, but I think if you wanted to put rings in her nipples or something, she would decide that she’d made a mistake. The role is probably husband, but boss; something from fifty to a hundred years ago, not the way things are today where everybody has to be equal. You’d be her protector. I don’t have to tell you that she’ll cook and clean and do all that domestic goddess stuff. It comes with the territory. Sex is on demand, but I don’t think she would be thrilled if you offered her to other guys. I think she’s basically a one-man woman.”
Gerald chewed his lip. “I have a son. I think she’s already given him a blowjob.”
Chuck shrugged. “What happens in the club stays in the club. She’ll treat it as something she did before you. What will he do?”
“He’s a smart kid. She may never know if I don’t mention it, but he probably will. He’ll have guessed, but will probably look at things the same way, especially if I have a quick word with him.”
“Okay, then. I’ve done all I can. It’s up to you.”
~#####~ Imelda was on the ragged edge of losing it. “I can’t look ... It’s taking too long!”
“I think you’d better, Mama, he’s beckoning!” Carmela retorted.
“Dios mio!” She looked up, then lowered her head but eyed Gerald sidelong as she skittered across the room toward him. She stopped a couple of feet away, picking her fingers and looking generally at his dick to keep from looking him in the eye. “Yes?”
“I understand that you want to see more of me,” Gerald said, choosing his words carefully.
“Yes.” Imelda kept it simple.
“Maybe a lot more.”
“Yes.” Imelda bit her lips and managed to drag her eyes to his.
“It is a little early to make long-term promises.”
“I understand.”
“I will be in charge. I have tried the other way and it doesn’t work for me.”
“That is fine.”
“I have a son.”
“I have a daughter.”
“Do you anticipate problems?”
“No. She has Chuck.” Imelda flicked a glance at the teen.
“My son is not currently in a relationship, but the club has been seeing to his needs.”
“That is good.” Imelda wasn’t sure what the gringo meant by that, exactly, but it seemed to be a safe answer.
Gerald got it. “We have a language issue. I will try to keep things simple, but if you don’t understand something, tell me.”
“Your son...”
“He should not be an issue between us. It is possible that you have met, here...”
Imelda’s eyes popped. “Oh!”
“If it has happened, it happened before we met. He will understand that it is not to be repeated.”
“Yes, yes of course.” ‘I sucked his son! Dios mio!’
“Mama...” Carmela waved a hand. “Who knows? Maybe I have, too. What happens at the club...”
“ ... Stays at the club,” Gerald finished for her.
Imelda let out a sigh of relief. “Good!”
Gerald eyed Imelda. “What do you think we ought to do now?”
“Go somewhere, and sleep ... after...”
“After what?” Gerald smiled gently.
“After the sex...” Imelda smiled back tentatively.
“Do you want to eat something first? We have all night.”
Imelda’s first thought was to say no, but the gringo was holding a plate. “Perhaps a snack.” Gerald stepped forward and slid his left hand along her back and Imelda tucked herself against him – something disconcerting as she was arguably bigger than he was.
~#####~ Monique lay in bed on her side, her hand covering Rudy’s as it cupped her lower belly, relaxing and thinking about the way the evening had gone as Rudy’s soft snores ruffled the hair at the base of her neck.
First had come the reveal. Rudy had tugged her along to this room, led her in and closed the door, then said, “Okay, let’s see who you are.” Without waiting, he stripped off his own mask and watched as she removed hers. “Monique.”
“Rudy,” she’d replied. Both of them stopped for a moment, absorbing things, making the mental adjustment; neither of them had seriously considered the other as a prospective mate before.
“You look better naked than I thought you would,” Rudy ventured.
“Not everybody thinks so,” Monique replied.
Rudy grunted. “Slick has standards. He can’t get a girl who meets them to date him, but he has standards.” He lapsed into silence.
Figuring that she was negotiating from a position of weakness no matter what, Monique ended the silence with, “So what do you want?”
Rudy blinked, but came back with, “I don’t know yet, but I’ll probably have a list. What do YOU want?”
Monique pulled at her lower lip. “Well, about Slick and Marcel...”
“And Patty and Simone?” Rudy finished. “I’ve been buds with Slick and Marcel forever, but I figure you can find ways to replace Patty and Simone.”
“I just don’t want you getting arrested because of them,” Monique explained.
“Slick and Marcel, or Patty and Simone?” Rudy asked.
“Everybody knows Slick and Marcel are pimping and Patty and Simone are whores,” Monique insisted. “I don’t want to be embarrassed by having you picked up with them.”
Rudy eyed her. “So, you’re gonna make sure I don’t have to go looking anywhere else?”
Monique gathered herself. “Yes. I’m gonna do that.”
Rudy had smiled at that point. “We’re off to a good start. I’ll stay away from the girls and stay out of the pimpmobile. You make sure I got no reason to be there.”
“I can do that,” Monique declared.
“You haven’t yet. What if you can’t? What if it’s no good?”
“Rudy, it’s gonna be fine,” Monique promised. But she worried. What if he was right? What if it wasn’t?
Rudy eyed her. “Why don’t you bring it over here so we can BOTH find out?”
So, she’d bit her lip and minced forward and Rudy had turned her sideways and put one hand on her back while he ran the other one from the base of her throat along between her breasts and down over her belly to her pubic fur, then went digging with knowing fingers for her clit. Monique gasped and Rudy leaned in to whisper, “Spread yourself a little. You KNOW you want me in there.”
It wasn’t the world’s most romantic foreplay, but she spread her legs a bit, opening up a gap between her thick thighs for him to slide his hand into. He started rubbing her clit and nether lips, demonstrating that he knew exactly what he was doing, but then he seemed to backtrack, leaning in to suck on her earlobe and murmur and rub her neck.
Probably the most embarrassing part of the whole thing was how well it worked! In no time at all she was embarrassing herself by squatting a bit, bending her knees to grant him more access while his fingers made squishy noises in her wet slot as she moaned at the feel of his lips on her neck and rubbed his cock with one hand. Then her legs started shaking.
“Rudy,” she croaked, “I gotta sit down or I’m gonna FALL down!”
“You about cooked, Baby?” Rudy asked. He wasn’t rude or grinning or anything – if anything he was solicitous.
All she could do was look at him, big-eyed, and gasp, “Uh huh!”
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