The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 41
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 41 - 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
Teela, true to her word, had taken Myron in hand and led him off in search of an older woman to break him in. Her starting point was Candace, who was presiding over the stairwell access to the member areas. “This guy needs his cherry popped,” Teela announced without preamble, waving at Myron, who was immediately terminally embarrassed. “Who’s around?”
Candace eyed her. “Why don’t you do it?”
“I’m kinda demanding,” Teela replied. “And I won’t be what he usually runs into. He needs to learn how to do it right. THEN we can work on my way.”
Candace frowned. “There aren’t a lot of older women on site. ‘L’ is partying somewhere – I think in a dark room – with several other people. It’s an, um, mixed-orientations group.” Teela and Myron both got it. “I’m holding the fort here. ‘J’ is with a boy. Abby is watching things downstairs. Flower is around somewhere ... I’m not sure where.” She eyed them, adding, “There is a woman in the dungeon, but this one isn’t her target audience – she has a race thing, among her other issues. You might want to talk to Tyrone about – no, maybe not. His mother probably isn’t a good choice.” She eyed Myron. “You’re kind of cute. I’d handle you myself, but...” She looked around and sighed. “Maybe you should hunt down Toby or Amy.”
“Any idea where?”
“Down the hall. At the bottom of the stairs, turn left. There are a couple of rooms in the private area there – staff rooms – behind the door. Toby’s inner sanctum is on the right, second door down.” Teela nodded and led Myron downstairs, only after Candace stopped them and said, “Get robes, Honey. You might get seen in the halls.”
The ‘Staff Only’ sign was apparently enough to keep most people out of the area; neither Teela nor Myron realized that there were other, invisible deterrents. Amy was nude, sitting on an equally nude Toby’s lap in a swivel chair in front of a bank of monitors – all of which were off, as Toby didn’t want Myron and Teela to discover just how comprehensive the surveillance was. They looked thoroughly comfortable and romantic, not as if they’d been having sex or were seriously making out. Toby had a hand on Amy’s chest between her puffy breasts, but it was casual. “What’s up?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.
“Myron, here, needs–”
“Okay, you know who HE is. Does he know who YOU are?” Toby said sharply.
“Oops! I’m not sure...” Teela glanced at Myron, who shook his head.
“You need to be more careful about that,” Toby admonished. “Myron needs his security to be protected, too.”
“It’s the first time...” Teela offered apologetically.
Toby just shrugged. “So, what do you need, Myron?”
“She, um, wants me to get the first time out of the way, with an older woman,” Myron related. “She, um, doesn’t think it’s a good idea if she goes first.”
“Everybody but Flower seems to be taken up,” Teela interjected, “and where Flower is isn’t clear. ‘C’ was interested, but she’s busy.”
“I think ‘J’ is done with her boy, but her commitment to Papa ‘F’ makes her less than ideal,” Amy took over. “Abby is open and would be good for another time, but probably not his first. Flower is busy. ‘C’ is actually an excellent choice.” She turned to Toby. “Let’s go spell her. There is another problem hanging out there – I can watch the stairs while you handle it.”
“Maybe Tyrone should handle it,” Toby mused.
“Tyrone is busy. You know that.” Amy flashed a meaningful glance at Toby. Toby had been gently probing Cindy to see if she had been damaged by Tyrone, and he’d learned that Tyrone had learned to be extremely delicate with his controls. Cindy could now leave Tyrone at any time, but she wasn’t going to. She was deeply, genuinely in love with the black boy ... and they were currently in the throes of a serious sex act.
Toby sighed. “When you’re right, you’re right.”
~#####~ Candace saw the little deputation coming up the stairs and cocked her head. “So?”
“I’ll spell you,” Amy replied. “You can handle this problem, and you’ve been doing without lately, haven’t you?” Amy got this via the feed from Toby, who was holding her hand.
Candace sighed. “Well, there are a couple of things there. I’m not as easy to get at as his other woman.”
‘He’ was Damian, of course. Damian was there, but Alyssa had his attention; they were making love in a bedroom on the third floor. Candace had no illusions about that – Damian’s occasional dominance of her wasn’t REALLY a serious relationship.
She eyed Myron. “I’m thrilled to death if you are; shall we go find a place to play?”
Myron flicked a glance at Teela, who said, “It won’t be tonight, but we’ll get together. Let ‘C’ handle everything and don’t hold back. She’s got everything you need and nothing you don’t.” Smiling, she walked off. Myron took Candace’s hand, smiling, and let her lead him off.
~#####~ The ‘other problem’ was Jolene. Part of THAT issue was the fact that she’d been hanging with Jasmine and Isaiah and really hadn’t been obviously collectable. Isaiah was huge and a little forbidding and it wasn’t a big mental leap to believe that he was handling two women ... but the reality was that he wanted Jolene gone so he could plug himself into Jasmine’s hot pussy and enjoy his woman! He was getting grouchy when Toby appeared suddenly and said, “Looks like you’ve got one too many women, there.”
Isaiah flicked a glance at Jasmine. “Yah.” He didn’t want to piss her off but Jolene was SERIOUSLY cramping his style!
Toby turned to Jolene. “Why don’t you come with me? I believe that I can put you in touch with what you’re looking for.”
Jolene eyed Toby’s crotch, thinking, ‘That’s some serious dick.’ “Ummm...”
Jasmine rubbed her girlfriend’s back. “Go on. I know this one. He’ll hook you up – promise!”
“Um, yeah, okay.” Jolene reached out and took Toby’s hand, allowing herself to be led off. They were down the hall a ways when she asked, “You got somebody in mind?”
“Yeah. Me, actually.”
“Oh!” Jolene hadn’t really given the idea of doing a white guy any thought. “Have you done a lot of girls, then?”
“Quite a few,” Toby replied confidently, knowing that was what Jolene needed. “I’m an original member of the club. I’ve been around, and I have yet to get a complaint.” He tugged her into an open bedroom and closed the door.
Jolene found herself sitting on a bed. “I never expected...”
“I’ve had black girls. I’ve given black girls their first time. It really isn’t any different with a white guy. Some black guys are bigger, and some are smaller. If it’s a serious problem, though...” He turned to leave.
“No, no! I was just surprised, that’s all!” Jolene erupted, ‘What in the world was I thinking?’ running through her mind.
Toby shrugged. “By now, you were probably told at one point or another that the group is pretty colorblind.”
“I was,” Jolene agreed, nodding. “I guess I didn’t believe it. I’m kinda slow, I guess – after all, I sucked a white guy earlier.”
“How was it?” Toby asked, stepping in to run his hands over her.
“It was good.” So were Toby’s hands. Toby had started out mildly irritated, but Jolene was merely nervous. Toby put his momentary pique aside and started calming her while collecting a list of her erogenous zones so he could play her like a violin. Jolene was nicely built: plush, but not EVEN fat, with a sweet pair of cones on her chest deformed just enough by gravity to proclaim that they were real. She’d trimmed her pubes into a little ‘V’ that pointed at her prominent clit – which Toby couldn’t see, initially, but after he’d worked on her for a VERY short time, her knees drifted apart to put her pussy on display.
‘This guy – WOW!’ drifted through Jolene’s head as she reeled under his unerring attack. She’d expected him to go after her breasts with both hands, but instead, he’d leaned in to nuzzle her neck and set fire to the nerves there while running his hands over her back and sides. Then he’d demonstrated that he had NO PROBLEM kissing her. One nerve-jangling touch had led to another and Jolene was dripping on the bedspread and her nipples now ached for his touch!
‘I’m rushing things,’ Toby suddenly realized. ‘If I keep going at this rate, she’ll hunt me down and I’ll never be rid of her – or she won’t touch black guys, at a minimum.’ He throttled things back, but some damage had already been done. ‘I’m screwed – and I can’t walk away.’ Being unable to link with Amy was galling; he would have to do the very thing they’d lit up Tyrone over. ‘Abby... ‘ Out of apparently nowhere, Abby turned to Tabitha – who was making out with Pete Phifer while hanging out near the food – and said, “Can you watch this? I need to see Amy.”
“Sure.” Tabitha was waiting for Pete to recover after an encounter where she’d drained two loads from her boyfriend. They were hanging out on the first floor in sweats and Pete was eating to ‘recover his strength.’
“Thanks.” Abby squeezed the black girl’s hand and took off. Arriving at where Amy was guarding the stairs, she announced, “Toby has a problem.”
Amy cocked her head, her eyes narrowing. “Suppose you tell me about it?”
“He got too cocky with Jolene – a little too fast, a little too perfect. She won’t be looking at black boys at all if he doesn’t divert her,” Abby declared, parroting Toby’s input to her brain, “and he could end up with her hunting him.”
“What does he need?”
“You – and a likely candidate.”
“Tell him he shouldn’t treat you like this.”
“He knows. He can’t disengage; she’s too far along.”
“All right,” Amy sighed. “I don’t know who...”
But Marcel was coming up the stairs... ~#####~
“Marcel! You’re just in time!” The homely older woman and a younger redhead were standing at the top of the stairs. It was the girl his age who came out with that, then added, “What are you looking for in a girl, anyway?”
‘She needs to be a REAL girl!’ shot through Marcel’s mind, leaving a shudder. “I dunno.” Miz Baker had nice titties, but she was kind of fat. Patty and Simone were only so-so ... Amy was collecting all of this. “It’s probably not smart to look for perfect, because that’s probably already taken. What’s important?”
“Well ... Wow, this is, um, embarrassing,” Marcel muttered, thinking, ‘She shouldn’t be fat and hooters are nice to have... ‘ Amy grinned crookedly. “What if she had a hot body and a nice rack?” She projected a picture of Jolene below the neck, nude, collected earlier in the evening in the suck booths.
“Yeah, that’d be good,” Marcel agreed, thinking that he’d called up the image himself. “It’d be cool if she wasn’t too bossy...”
“That’s smart,” Amy agreed. Marcel needed a woman who would validate him, not push him around. He had an inferiority complex and needed support.
“That works,” Toby transmitted via Abby. Jolene caught a lot of crap, too, and would be sympathetic and supportive. He had Abby step close to Amy and whisper, “How big is he?”
Amy did an assessment from Marcel’s mind, but got mixed reviews; his inferiority complex got in the way. “We’ll have to find out,” Amy announced.
Toby released Abby. “I’ll handle it,” she announced.
Amy eyed her. “Abby?”
“He’s backed off – it’s me.”
Amy nodded. “We’ve got something we think will meet your needs, but there is some urgency. Also, we would like to see you fully prepared, so it’s probably a good idea if you get a blowjob first. Let’s get you undressed.” Marcel eyed her, and aware of his issue, Amy opened her robe. “It’s still me. Abby will undress with you and show you hers, okay?”
“Okay.” Marcel trusted Amy, and he recognized her with her robe open, having seen her nude before. “Let’s go.”
Abby undressed in the men’s dressing room next to Marcel, her housedress taking no time at all to remove. Amy ended up helping Marcel out of his pants while Abby simultaneously sucked him and undid his shoes.
“Why the hurry?” Marcel asked.
“We got her all warmed up then realized that the guy we had her set up for was wrong for her,” Amy related. “We need you to go in and take over before she cools down.”
“She’ll be all right if she backs off, right? It’s just sex...”
“It’s her first time, Marcel,” Amy explained. “You want to have a girl really smoking for that, you know? She’s up and looking forward to it and if she gets let down, it will be a bummer.”
“Oh, okay...” Marcel stood blinking, dazed a little and distracted a lot by Abby’s mouth moving up and down his cock. ‘A cherry? Holy shit! I LOVE this place!’ Marcel had put his chances of ever picking a cherry at one in ten zillion.
As for his cock, it didn’t seem to be a problem. It was sinewy, but both Marcel and his cock were coming out of a VERY recent growth spurt that fairly regular sex may have assisted, and he had at least six and a half inches available. The mushroom head of the thing was nice and fat, too. He wasn’t Toby by any means, but he had plenty for most purposes, including Jolene’s. Abby turned up the heat, using some tricks she’d used before to minimize the abuse provided by her soon to be ex-husband Tom, and Marcel grabbed her head, grunting, making sure she didn’t go anywhere while he filled her mouth. Then she stood and nodded at his gasp of, “Thanks!”
“Let’s go,” Amy waved him forward. Abby, released, headed out to replace Amy on the stairs.
~#####~ Toby had put things in suspension by putting Jolene on her back next to one side of the bed and feeding her his cock while masturbating her, working with knowing fingers between her upraised knees. Amy brought Marcel in and right up to the foot of the bed. “What do you think?” she asked.
“Nice! REAL nice!” Marcel breathed. The girl in front of him was BUILT! Marcel didn’t discover Jolene’s splayed teeth, because she was sucking Toby – which masked them and presented her face in a more positive light.
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