(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology)

*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*

*This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!*

Vlad: "You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!"

Mom: "As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve – whore – bitch – property? Yes, I do." *

*Lastly, this story is rather flippant about the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have read my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that dick'*

(THE FAMILY: Father – Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov; Mother – Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov; the Triplets – Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad' [the POV character] – currently, Vlad is dating Brandy Crystal Carson {the Sheriff's daughter} and Mikhail is dating Taliyah Malik {the Madam Mayor's daughter} while Alexander remains somewhat unattached.)

*Ladies, how come a bikini pic has become an Instagram 'must', while seeing the same woman alone in her bra and panties remains a scandal?*

[SATURDAY – THE FLASHPOINT]

I wasn't able to make it to the Carson household Friday night, though I did learn about the reason Mikhail did: Thursday night the Malik family had begun to implode. Mamma Malik had gone to a separate bedroom ... and locked the door. Papa Malik hadn't taken that well, deciding to bury himself in alcohol as an appropriate response. That had been Taliyah's Friday morning. A series of late-afternoon blistering communication exchanges with her parents hadn't helped much.

I resolved to make it up to Brandy by going over early ~as in 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning – early ~ and waking her with kisses. She'd told me the passkey for the home's security system (and 'yes', it had been changed after she dumped Darius for me – just in case).

I got there ... and the Living Room looked like it needed more than a little cleaning. Pizza boxes and soda cans were strewn about the place. Apparently, Brandy and company hadn't gone straight to bed last night..

From what I'd already been told, she had Taliyah (Malik), Noémie Lucie Desdunes, Amber Lee Huffington, Alondra Lamb, Misty Dawn Sizemore and Betty Jo Sterling already here. The other five members of the Cheer Squad would be arriving later this morning and all were planning on spending tonight (Saturday night).

Noémie Lucie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn were strong supporters of the Brandy and Taliyah co-captaincy of the Cheer Squad, so that explained their presence. Alondra and Betty Jo were here out of worry the members of the Football Team might try to 'kidnap' them, once they were off school grounds: so safety measures had been taken.

With Robert 'Big Bob' Carson, the County Sheriff, away for the weekend at a Law Enforcement convention in Miami, Florida, he had wisely deposited at least one Samsonov guarding his northwestern Arkansas home last night. Surprisingly, Mikhail had sensed Taliyah's soul-hurt about the situation and wanted to be there for her. He'd put his burgeoning playboy tendencies aside when she really need him. His transformation last night had surprised both me and, to some degree, my Mom, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov.

No one was awake in the house yet. From the rich aroma wafting from the Kitchen, I could tell the automatic coffeemaker had already prepared a full pot and was keeping it warm. I dropped my book bag ~ sans books, but with a change of clothes, two swimsuits and a few other 'gifts from Mom' ~ by the sofa first, then began transferring plates and glasses from the Living Room to the dishwasher in the Kitchen. I thought I heard someone out on the front porch.

No one knocked, so I finished the trip to the kitchen. I was on the way back when I was pretty sure I heard someone trying to get in ~ with no luck. You had to be a pretty stupid thief to try and break into the County's chief Law Dog's domicile, even if he was currently out of town. Then there were the four cars and two electric-blue with yellow lightning bolts KTM 690 Enduro R's motorbikes (mine and Mikhail's) in the driveway and front lawn for Pete's sake. It wasn't like the house looked deserted.

Someone rang the doorbell. I wasn't sure how to take that. A quick double-check revealed the door had a spy hole and there was a security screen further into the room. I made use of the spy hole since it was closer. The object on the other side was the best disguised house burglar I'd ever seen, or heard about. I opened up the door, a sappy smile plastered to my slightly flushed face. At the last second I thought to shove my hard-on to the side in a doomed attempt to make it less obvious.

"Hello, how may I help you?" I greeted the gorgeous, mature, platinum-blonde feminine bombshell standing before me.

"Do the Carson's still live here?" she appeared distressed.

"Oh, yes Ma'am," I bobbled my head. "Hi. I'm Vladimir Samsonov. The owner is out right now and I'm here for a party being thrown by his daughter, my girlfriend, Brandy."

Her face transformed from confusion and worry to secret amusement.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Vladimir," she put forth her hand. I gladly took this elegant, graciously offered extension of her luscious form. I ended up kissing her knuckles instead of shaking it as I understood that was the Southern Gentlemanly thing to do to a lady. Her eyes twinkled as she added, "I'm Jodi May Memphis Carson ... Brandy's my daughter."

My heart caught in my throat. From what little I knew, a few months back, Brandy's Mom had run off with the previous Senior Deputy ~ Big Bob's #2 Man ~ a Black 'gentleman' ~ and Big Bob was still pissed about it. I'd never broached the subject with Brandy.

So, how upset was Big Bob? Well, I hadn't recognized his gorgeous wife because Big Bob had taken all pictures of her down around the place and Brandy never talked about her. That was a pity because she was an absolute beauty. Her name and history would definitely explain the luggage she had with her too.

No car was in evidence which suggested she'd arrived via hitchhiking, or taxi. There was no one outside expecting money, or checking to see if she was okay ...

"Please," I stepped aside. "Come on in. Don't worry about your luggage. I'll get it."

"Thank you," she stepped inside. "That is very gentlemanly of you." Points for me!

With two over-stuffed dress bags, two large suitcases and a roll-on, I definitely felt overburdened, and I was certainly getting my weight training in for this morning, but following Mrs. Carson into the house made all but one of my physical aches go away. I was certain she was talking to me.

What she actually said ... I had no idea. She had on this contour-hugging, pale lavender skirt and a white, nearly-transparent imitation Peasant blouse with a black mesh bra underneath. This was above unadorned, creamy-tanned calves and white, open-toed heels (4 inches maybe?). Her finger- and toe-nails were a dazzling, pale pink to accent the ensemble.

With the way her hips rolled when she walked, each step made her firm butt bounce just a tad which also just happened to accentuate the luscious lines of those exquisite calves and thighs (what I could see of them). Her hair boiled down to her mid-back like a wild torrent of molten gold. I swear to God, I had this unnatural impulse to push her over the back of the sofa and fuck the ever-living soul out of her.

"Vladimir? Vlad?" Jodi May addressed me. Apparently she'd been asking me one, or more, questions while I had been daydreaming. She'd stopped and twisted at the hip so she could look at me. Her salacious twist of the lips and carnivorous eyes told me she knew exactly why I hadn't answered her and where my mind had wandered off to.

"I ... I apologize, Mrs. Carson."

"Call me Jodi May," she purred.

"Wha-ha – Yes Ma'am!" I nodded vigorously.

"I was asking I thought Brandy was dating Darius Pope. What happened to him?"

Ice flushed thru my veins and my brain re-engaged. She'd known about Brandy and Darius ~ to some degree anyway ... and she'd run off with a Big Black Cock-Monster herself. As a mature woman, she was a 10+, but as a Mother – in my book – she wasn't rating so high all of a sudden.

"So you were aware Darius Pope treated your daughter like a cum dumpster?" my countenance hardened. "She was handed about the team for all of them to use?"

I could see it in her eyes ~ the comprehension ~ the denial ~ the creation of some fantasy which allowed her to carry on with the illusion she'd done no wrong.

"All White men think that way," she settled on an imperious frown. "Darius loves my daughter."

"And he's got the copious amount of humiliating footage to prove me right too," I glared. "Or would have had if my family not intervened. Now Brandy has someone who truly loves her and wants to protect her from predators who would treat her as nothing more than three nameless orifices, a smoking hot body and a pretty face."

"As it currently stands, it turns out Darius pissed off one too many folks and somebody decided to beat the ever-living crap out of him and six of his boys ~ all at the same time. Darius ended up crippled – maybe for life. He is currently hospitalized – undergoing reconstructive surgery on both his knees ... in Little Rock. That doesn't matter because by the time Darius got his, I'd already convinced Brandy she was better off with me and she's stuck with me ever since," I concluded.

"Poor Darius," Memphis grew all concerned, nostalgic and misty-eyed. Yep, Darius had fucked Brandy's Mom as well. A quick information rewind had me recalling this convention of Big Bob's was a 'yearly thing', making the return of his runaway wife to his stoop rather conveniently timed.

"Where do I put your bags?"

That brought her back to the here-and-now and looking at me – not through me.

"I imagine the Master Suite might be a tad inappropriate," I stated factually.

"Young man," she studied me, "this is still my house and I'll hang my clothes were I wish."

"Absolutely, Mrs. Carson," I nodded. "It is just placing them in the Master Bedroom comes with a complementary call to your husband ~ in Miami ~ while doing so in the Guest Room – the one at the other end of the house (because this house had THREE) – comes with some forbearance. By all means ~ decide away. After all ... it is your house."

"How do you think Brandy will feel about you threating her Mamma this way?" she pouted remarkably like her daughter.

"She won't give a damn," I gave back nothing.

"My daughter and I had a better understanding of ... things," she turned all hurt and aggrieved. 'Things' like Mamma's infidelity and running off with a Black stud ... because Brandy was lying to her father about getting some of her own at school.

"Things a White boy wouldn't understand," she dug in her claws.

"Possibly," I shrugged. Her shit was getting heavy. "I'd appreciate it if you would make your decision now. I was planning on cleaning up down here before waking Brandy with a few 'good morning' kisses. I can top that off with the knowledge you are here as well."

"Put my things in the ... far ... Guest Room," she motioned in the proper direction with a head toss. "I'll wake my daughter. I'm sure she has missed me."

"Good choice," I nodded. "Here is a piece of unsolicited advice. Your family hasn't picked up an automotive fetish in your absence... your daughter has friends over for the weekend, so making a commotion might by ... unfortunate."

My information perplexed her.

"She is probably alone," Mamma Carson hazarded.

"Unlikely. Taliyah was pretty upset last night so I'm willing to bet they crashed out with my brother ... in the Master Suite while the five others are in the Game Room making use of the three sofas, sleeping bags and bear skin rug," I hypothesized right back.

"Brother?" she worked out from all that information.

"Please come along with me while I explain," and off I went. Reluctantly, the delinquent Mamma followed. Mind you, the far Guest Room was hardly a hardship being 12'x18' with a queen-sized canopy bed, walk-in closet and 72" wall-mounted TV. The counter-top space was minimal and the bathroom was down the hall, but since this wasn't the sleep-occupancy part of the dwelling, it was pretty much hers alone.

"As I said 'I'm Vladimir Samsonov'. My Mom and Dad are Gayle and Nicolay Samsonov. He is the new Senior Deputy and has over two decades of experience with the Alaska Highway Patrol and a legacy of law enforcement going back hundreds of years."

"Of greater importance to you, no doubt, is that my Mom is Gayle FONTENEAU Samsonov, heir to the Fonteneau fortune and estate ... which is what brought us to town ~ my Great-Aunt Matilda's death and her Willing us the whole deal," I gave Jodi May Memphis the 4-1-1.

"Oh," she pursed her lips. "How is the 'town' handling this?"

"What?"

"The return of Gayle Fonteneau?" she inquired. She was in the closet, hanging up what she needed to while I was in the room, ass resting on the bed.

"Why do you think they would be upset?"

"Let's just say Gayle and her crazy brother didn't leave Kingston on the best of terms," she evaded.

"I already know about my Mom's rape and the town's denial. I know my Uncle Theo went into Kingston, found four of those bastards and beat them so badly none ever fully recovered. I know the Mayor and Great-Aunt Matilda struck a bargain so that Uncle Theo stayed out of jail. I know the Mayor has passed-on, as has my Great-Aunt. I know my Mother hasn't forgotten, or forgiven, a damn thing."

"I'm sure Mayor Fox and Chief Quinterre are less than impressed," she smiled at me. She knew the score. This was BBC Country.

"Chief Quinterre is no longer Chief. He lost his job last Thursday night ... for molesting my Mom, having one of his buddies molest your daughter, and being caught at it by an Arkansas State Investigator. My Mom is supporting Mayor Fox's bid for the State Senate seat while Chinedu Malik is in the dog house for his philandering ways."

"That's ... something," she muttered.

"Oh, and the previous High School Principal is no more. He attempted to put his hands on my Mother, so she put him in Intensive Care ... including ripping his dick off," I kept chatting. By the flashing of Memphis' big baby blues ... that was another BBC she'd be missing. Sadly, I was no longer surprised.

"The new guy ... well, you'd have to meet him to believe him. He's a treat."

"How so?"

"How to describe him ... He's a college-marinated, proudly bi-sexual, agnostic, married-to-a-freaking-Goddess, beefy, Black Canadian-Haitian-American Fruit Loop."

"Huh?"

"I stand by my assessment," I grinned. "Let me go get Brandy," I headed for the door.

"Vladimir – Vlad, aaahhh ... is Brandy ... okay?" Jodi May worried.

"I do my utmost to make her happy ... and I ... well, I'll let you talk with her and decide for yourself," and then I left.

I worried about what I was going to say when I found Brandy. As I had surmised, she was upstairs, in the Master Suite, on her Daddy's bed, wrapped up with Mikhail and Taliyah. She was on the far side of the bed, closer to the large French doors which led on to the small upper deck. Mikhail's head rose minutely when I pushed the door open enough for me to enter.

He was bare-chested, Taliyah had on his t-shirt from yesterday and Brandy had on a baby-blue, spaghetti-strap, midriff-revealing top on, though she had her comforter pulled up to her chest. I knew that top well enough. I flashed Mikhail some American Sign Language to explain the latest bizarre twist Arkansas had thrown us Alaskans.

His advice?

M: 'Stick it in the Bitch – keep her in line.'

V: 'She's her mother, dude!'

M: 'Exactly.'

V: 'No.'

M: 'Then I'll do it.'

V: 'No. That will upset Brandy.'

M: 'That is why you should do it; to keep her Mom at home.'

V: 'That should go over abysmally.'

M: 'How hot is she?'

V: 'M-E-G-A.'

M: 'Sweet!'

V: 'Pig.'

M: 'TCB.' {Taking care of business ~ Elvis Presley}

I went around the bed to Brandy. To my brother ...

V: 'Up late?'

M: 'Three in the morning.'

V: 'You have sex with my girl?'

M: 'You have to sign?' (aka 'ask').

'Okay,' I signed as I sighed. Since she was on her side, facing Mikhail, I placed my first gentle kiss within her ear. She smiled, still asleep, so I kissed her again. This time she twisted both her head and shoulders so that she was facing up. Feather-light devotions fell upon her eyelids, the tip of her nose and lips – top then full bottom. Brandy moaned sensually. Three tantalizing lip contacts later, and her mouth opened.

I kissed her on the mouth with my tongue darting along her teeth.

"Ooooohhhh ... mmmm ..." she respired deeply as she transitioned from dream to wakefulness.

"Vlad," she murmured. "Vlad ... Vlad ..." and then her eyes opened. "Oh ... I dreamed it was you," she gifted me with a sleepy smile.

Then Brandy started to stretch, yawn, with her arms arching over her head, bumping Mikhail along the way then continuing on until her finger linked over her head, palms reversed and one final hip-wiggle beneath the comforter. Only after she wrapped me up in the famished French kiss, hands entwined in the hair on the back of my head, did she remember we weren't alone.

"Oh ... Vlad," she whispered. She sent an apprehensive look Mikhail's look. His was one of undisguised lust which caused Brandy a moment of panic.

"Hey, Princess," I blew softly on her cheek. She turned to face me once more. "I know. It is okay. Since I plan to spend the rest of my life with my brothers, it stands to reason I want you to be comfortable around one another."

"Are you ..."

"Yes ... yes ... that means plenty of thee- and four-ways you will just have to put up with," I teased her. Brandy liked going air-tight. She had confused being the centerpiece of sexual orgies with love far too often. I was determined to show her the difference

"You are still My Lady," I affirmed, "~ the only one I want to be with. I'm happy enough to share with my brothers if that makes you happy. That doesn't change how I feel about you and us. I'm not jealous of them and they aren't jealous of us. Right Mikhail?" I looked to my triplet.

"Yeah," he poked her ribs underneath the sheets. "Never feel you have to say 'yes', Brandy," he teased. "Never feel like you have to say 'no' either."

Brandy looked up at me to be absolutely sure the way she wanted things to be (we three Samsonov's lusting after her and willing to share her body without recriminations) was the way it really was. Some playful tickling, nose-licks and generally not taking advantage of her was the best way to go and the way I went.

"Damn," Taliyah muttered. "You had better not woken up ... oh, hey Vlad."

"Hey, Taliyah," I greeted the bleary-eyed, henna-brown Cheerleader. Her black hair was mussed by physical activity and a half-night's sleep. As she propped herself up on her elbows, the covers retreated and her braless status was confirmed.

"What time is it?" Taliyah looked around. The clock was next to her, but this wasn't her bedroom so I could understand her disorientation.

"A little past seven. Why don't you two crash out? I've got a surprise for Brandy," I suggested.

"Come on now," Mikhail snorted.

"If you are going to have sex ... count me in," Taliyah hedged.

"Mmmm ... okay," Brandy snickered.

"Not this time," I winked to Brandy. "I've got a special treat for my Princess."

"Take notes," Taliyah backhanded Mikhail's chest.

"Can we wait a little while?" Brandy pouted.

"It is a really special surprise," I urged her along.

"A really, really special surprise?" she wiggled and jiggled in all the right places.

"Would I steer you wrong?"

"Noooo ... okay," Brandy's smile flashed brightly. She started sliding out of bed. I caught her, bride-style, before her feet hit the ground. She giggled and kicked her feet, her arms loosely around my neck and her cheek coming to rest against my collarbone. She had on pink bikini-brief panties (not 'butt'-naked) so off we went. I had taken her down the short hall and then stairs before she decided to question me.

"Where are we going?" she murmured against my jugular.

"The far side of the house," was the short answer. On we went. At the door to our destination, I commanded, "Close your eyes." I waited until she complied, caught her sneaking a peek, squashed that rebellion with a mock-glare and, after she squeezed her eyes shut, pushed the door open.

Jodi May was about to say something, took in my bundle and caught herself.

"Keep your eyes shut," I told Brandy softly. "I'm putting you down," and then I did. I kept her body close and facing me. I moved behind her, positioning me at her back, put my hands over her eyes then shifted us around so we were both facing her mother. "Open your eyes," I whispered in her ear as I removed my hands.

"I ... Mamma?"

"Brandy Crystal," Jodi May Memphis opened her arms. Brandy staggered slightly then ran into her mother's embrace, weeping.

"Mamma, I've missed you so," she choked. "When ...?"

"A few minutes ago," she cooed, stroking her daughter's hair. "Vlad found me on the stoop. It seems you and your Papa finally got around to changing the security code and I couldn't get in."

Brandy was crying a lot. Memphis was crying a few tears – simply not enough in my book.

Common sense told me to back out quietly and leave. Propriety told me the same thing ~ give the mother & daughter some quiet time alone. Maybe it was some of my Mother's lessons seeping through my Samsonov civility to the Fonteneau ruthlessness beneath, or perhaps it was the ferocious practicality of Mikhail's brutal advice which drove the course of my next actions. I wasn't sure. I stepped up behind Brandy and wrapped her in my arms.

As I was bringing my limbs directly under her bust line, this put my arms in contact with Memphis' hip-line (she was both taller and in footwear). She felt this was inappropriate and stiffened.

"Vlad, would you please give us some private time?" Mamma Carson requested.

"If that is what Brandy wants."

"Vlad ... please," she directed a tear-streaked face my way.

"Sure," I smiled wanly, "How long?"

"Give me an hour, Prince."

"Hmmmm ... actually, Mom mentioned wanting to take a trip to New Orleans to me last night. I guess the brothers and I will go with her instead."

As a final turn of the screws ...

"We'll be gone all weekend. I'll see you ... sometime at school next week then ... if this is what you want," I tacked on as I pulled me and my very aroused cock away from her backside.

"No," she whined with plaintive need. "Can't you wait? I'll only be a few minutes."

"You said an hour," I reminded her.

"Brandy, if he wants to go ..." Mamma Memphis coaxed her offspring.

"Mamma!" Brandy squawked. I had to imagine last night's episode with Mikhail had been more of a tease than satisfying as my triplet would have concentrated on pleasing Taliyah first and foremost.

"Brandy, who is my #1 girl?" I did some coaxing of my own.

"me," she muttered in her 'little girl' voice.

"Who is my ONLY girl?"

"Me," she brightened somewhat.

"Who would I not abandon for a hundred trips to New Orleans?"

Pause.

"You were teasing me?" she blinked several times while regarding me in a renewed light ~ that of the Man in love with her and trying to guard and protect her ~ even if I was using somewhat circumspect means to do so. Lesson time. Lesson time because I had a lot of emotionally crossed-wires to unravel with a bit of tough love, empathy and raw passion in equal measure.

"Yes. Yes, I was."

"Why?" my girlfriend wondered.

"Yes. Why do you see fit to so cruelly play with my daughter – someone you claim to care for," Jodi May grew frosty.

"Because you think your daughter would be better off with someone like Darius than someone like me ... solely because I'm White and I've got a pathetic, White boy's cock," I laid it out in the open.

"I said no such thing!" Jodi May exclaimed.

"Mamma!" Brandy turned on her mother at the same time. Why was Brandy believing me instead of her mother? Revisit the past few months of their lives where both had made themselves willing slaves to BBC and then Brandy's 'liberation' by me and now my brothers.

"All I said was that you and Darius seemed to be truly in love and I wondered what happened to him," Mamma Memphis defended herself.

"Mamma, he treated me and the other cheerleaders like his personal property ~ like his White Trash whores," Brandy's face clouded with painful memories. "He used to make me do degrading things. He even hurt me a few times."

"Vlad's not like that at all. He's kind and demanding. Also, he fucks me like no one else ever has."

Jodi May's look indicated to me she thought this was something White girlfriends told their White milksop boyfriends and not the truth. Thankfully for me, Brandy caught her look and the attitude behind it.

"No lie, Mamma," Brandy took both her mother's hands and squeezed them empathically. "He touches secret spots inside of me I never knew I had, leaves me a trembling wreck (carnal smile over her shoulder) and every orgasm sets my brain on fire – they are so IN-tense. Not even Darius can compare and I find myself giving thanks to God Almighty he is a triplet and they don't mind sharing."

Okay, Brandy's mother still wasn't a Believer, but she was a tad curious. Of greater importance, after that description / walk down Memory Lane, Brandy was visibly HORNY AS FUCK. I managed the difficult task of showing open thanks to Brandy for her praise while staring her mother down, giving nothing away ~ I hoped.

"You forgot one thing, Brandy," I prodded her both verbally and physically.

"Huh? What was that? The peaches?" another over-the-shoulder look plus a butt-wiggle.

"Okay – that would be two things," I grinned. "The other thing is you get to decide if I am with any other women besides you. You are mine whenever I can catch you. Otherwise I'm totally happy to be with you, and only you."

"Catch me?" More truly happy Brandy.

"Brandy Crystal?" her mother drew back her attention.

"Yes, Mamma. Vlad is (blush) a total animal. He's no wimp. He had no fear when he stood up to Darius for me. Had he not spent the night with me, Taliyah and Daddy, I would have thought he busted Darius and the other members of the Football Team up. He's also on the Basketball Team – him and his other two brothers."

"Where is Mikhail right now?" I asked right before I placed some ephemeral kisses on her eyelids.

"In Daddy's bed ... with Taliyah."

"Wasn't she with Rashaan?" Jodi May frowned.

"As was Randi Leigh and Sultana ... but they've all dumped him for our guys," Brandy sang out joyously. It was now 'our' guys. I was easier to corral than Mikhail. Consequently, Brandy was becoming more at ease sharing me with other cheerleaders because my eyes always shown the brightest when they alighted on her ... and she was coming around to happily accepting this new reality.

"Oh ... Vlad, can I spend a few minutes with my daughter?" Jodi May was suddenly less sure of herself and what World she'd returned to.

"Okay. One moment then I'll leave you two ladies to it," I nodded. I took Brandy's right hand in my own. I led her out in the hallway, shut the bedroom door then gentle pressed my Lady against the wall.

Brandy's wide, dark-blue eyes soaked up my intentions. Knees bent, I slid my arms between her legs, picked Brandy up by her heavenly ass-cheeks and then stood, lifting her ever higher. Fortunately, this part of the dwelling had high, 10' ceilings. My mouth pressed against her crotch. First lip pressure, then kisses followed by suction.

My shoulders and neck muscles drove my jawbone, teeth and nasal ridge into her perineum and pubic mound, working the whole region over. Brandy's fingernails were scratching my scalp, pinching my ears and massaging my temples as her pleasure took hold. One hand flew to her mouth as the first of many slutty moans escaped her mouth. When her intoxicating aroma became self-evident, I abruptly let her down.

She slithered the last few inches to her tippy-toes.

"You Meanie!" Brandy's amorous smile ruined her pout. Her palm slapped my chest for added emphasis.

"I wanted to remind you the reason I came over here today was you, Brandy Crystal Carson," I grinned down at her. I sealed my proclamation with a lick to the nose.

"Meanie!" she joyously declared once more. "I'll get you for that."

"I'm looking forward to it," I winked. I sauntered down the hall as Brandy, after one deep sigh, went back into the Guest Room to reconnect with her Mom.

[DOING BRANDY AND SO MUCH MORE]

"So?" I inquired of my gal as she came into the Living Room from her chat with her Mamma. I'd finished cleaning up a few minutes earlier. I was sitting on the sofa, so I had to swivel and put one knee sidewise to fully face her.

"So ... she's back. Maurice ... ah ... and her had a falling out," Brandy moped a bit. She also vaulted the sofa like a pommel horse as a not-so-subtle reminder of how nimble she could be. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Anything you want to talk about, Princess?" I gave her an opening. (Former Senior Deputy) Maurice Jenks was the Black stud-muffin Memphis had run off with. There was a whole lot Brandy wasn't saying.

"No," she mumbled into my side.

I tilted her chin up for a brief kiss then a smile.

"You are the only one for me, Brandy Crystal Carson," I whispered. That declaration was meant for just her and me.

"Even if I occasionally like more than one Samsonov in me?" she teased. I counted that as major progress in our relationship.

"Nom-nom-nom," I lip-chewed the tip of her nose. "The very idea of leaving you a sweaty, devastated wreck incapable of movement for several hours does have its appeal," I teased her right back. By the way she followed my lips back up until her body toppled mine over, she really liked that idea too.

"You are so good to me," she panted.

"I'm trying to be the guy you deserve," I rumbled.

"Let's fuck," she rubbed her torso over mine. Brandy's emotional vector was easy enough to read and I was more than ready to provide her comfort. I worked off one tennis shoe against my knee. I had to bring the other up where an overly anxious Brandy yanked it free and flung it somewhere over her shoulder.

I got my to jean's button, she got my zipper down and together we wiggled my jeans and briefs all the way off. Brandy sat back on her haunches (still on the sofa) and bit her right thumb's first digit in such a cute/sexy manner while batting her eyelashes at me. I lost sight of that image only long enough to shed my t-shirt then it was back to soaking up the totality of the sensual, sexy body before me.

"Can't we just talk instead?" she bedeviled me.

"No."

"Don't respect me?" More sexy thumb biting.

"Grrr ... Brandy-curves make Vlad caveman," I truncated my speech pattern. I switched up so now we were both on our knees facing one another.

"Eeek!" Brandy bent backwards in a terribly flawed attempt to evade me encompassing her. "Help me! Help me!" she giggled quietly. I forced her onto her back. Like a true gymnast, Brandy worked her legs out from under us and then to my sides. More kissing followed. I played with working her top off first then switched direction and hooked my thumbs into the sides of her bikini briefs and rapidly worked them up and off instead.

Brandy's eyes shining up at me was more rewarding than any orgasm I'd had to date. I couldn't say why, but bringing her happiness through such basic foreplay was proof-positive I'd grown as a lover. Keeping up our tempo, I returned to her top. As it rolled up, I placed lips, nips and licks on her abdomen, between her bountiful mounds and again at the top of her sternum.

At the chin, I stopped my progress. Brandy's arms were above her head and the material of her top partially blinded her. I only got two solid pecks in before Brandy's grinding her crotch against me reminded me she was really wanting some truly meaningful, 'bad-to-the-bone' fucking. We would have plenty of time to be playful later when the rest of her friends woke up, and/or arrived.

The shirt went higher and higher. Brandy's face shown with lust and desire. I bunched her shirt up around her forearms and wrists, pushed up then put a slap to her thigh. She was confused for about a millisecond then really got all excited and began to twist around. I was going to mount my lady from behind – just the way she most desired it.

With my left hand, I savagely pinned her shoulders down while I angled my cock into her velvety love box with my right.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Brandy exhaled as my cock worked its way in. We were way past the awkward looseness of our first round of intercourse. After I was all the way deep down and grinding it in, Brandy got back into the game – bucking up against me and verbally gasping and purring in equal measure to urge me on.

Yip ... yip ... yip ... "Oh yeah, my Prince," Brandy rumbled through one final growl before she screamed her climax into the sofa cushions moments later. Even then I could tell her efforts were only partially successful. I already knew she wanted me to slow down, giving her a chance to mentally and physically recoup until I was ready to cum as well. I gently draped my body over hers, playfully kissing the back of her neck, shoulders, ears and head.

When I rose back up, I caught a glimpse of Mamma Carson sneaking a peak from around the corner of the hallway leading back to her 'current' room. I could have played this angle. I could have ... but I didn't want to use Brandy that way.

"Princess," I whispered in her ear when I leaned down once more.

"Mmmm," she acknowledged my amorous affections.

"I think your mother just saw me."

"Oh ..." Brandy had to take a few seconds to imagine the room's dynamics through her erotic fugue to realize she hadn't been seen yet. "Do you think she heard me?"

"Of course not," I assured her softly. "You are as quiet as a spring breeze easing off the Brooke's Range, my Love. You barely made a sound."

Pause.

"I like the way you say that," my girlfriend murmured.

"You are worth it."

"You are also a big, fat liar," she giggled. "I know I scream to the High Heavens ... especially when you treat me like you just did."

"Huh ... what? I was doing the morning paper's crossword puzzle. Were we doing something?" I tickled her earlobe with my pinkie.

"You BIG MEANIE!" she laughed. Brandy pushed up against me while shaking her arms free of her confining shirt. By the time she had locked her elbows, we were engaged in a fierce lip-lock.

"Ugh," I protested when she pulled free of my cock. My displeasure was short-lived. Brandy maneuvered me into a sitting position then hopped right back on ~ onto my lap, this time face to face, and onto my dick.

"Aaaaahhhh," she throatily moaned. Her head rolled back on her shoulders as she sank down my shaft. Maybe she was playing it up a little bit.

As her knees shifted down, I took up some of the work by cupping each buttocks in my hands. I kneaded and stroked those delicious portions of her anatomy. Brandy added to my good time by rising up and feeding me a delectable nipple to snack upon. I'd never thank Darius for making Brandy learn what it took to pleasure her partner, but I was certainly currently appreciative of what she was doing for me now.

I barely caught the look she sent over my shoulder. It was a quick, non-verbal 'I told you so' to someone behind me ~ Mamma no doubt.

"I wish Mikhail was down here," she gulped, "taking me up my tight, little butthole ... right now."

I fumbled around blindly for where I thought my jeans might have gotten off to.

"What are you doing?" Brandy leaned back, giving me tacit permission to speak.

"I'm looking for my phone," I then spared a quick kiss to her other breast. "I am going to call Mikhail and tell him to get his ass down here – right now!"

"Mmmm ... I like your enthusiasm," she shot a quick wink 'somewhere else'. "How about we let him stay upstairs with Taliyah a bit longer and you take care of me ... back there."

This time I reached for her shirt. After I dangled it in front of her, she just had to ask,

"What's that for?"

"Brandy, I'm about to make you ride my cock up that comfy, tight, little butthole and I know that's going to make you howl ... so I was going to use your shirt as part gag/part bridle as I'm about to turn you around and make sure you ... take ... every ... last ... inch."

Okay, Brandy wasn't stupid. She most likely suspected I was spicing things up a bit for the audience too. That didn't dampen the ardor in her eyes. I whipped the shirt around as she began to carefully rotate in my lap. She alternated long, meaningful eye contact with me with furtive flashes behind us. I didn't let on. I took the shirt, gave her something thin enough to bite down on so it wouldn't get uncomfortable (I hoped) and then got to work turning my braggadocio into reality.

Brandy truly sold each whimper, tearful backward glance and full-body shudder as I went from vaginal to anal penetration. I was rough enough to really send her off for thirty seconds – easy. For Brandy, her mom watching us had to be an added incentive to her carnal display of victorious fruition. I certainly felt like the All-Time Champ. Despite this being her second orgasm in under thirty minutes with the accompanying muscle fatigue, Brandy soldiered on.

For my part, I attempted to spice up our repertoire with things I'd read about yet never practiced ~ namely treating a woman like a Scotsman trying to push a sheep through the Stone of Scone ... or something like that. Honestly, watching Brandy gyrate, moan and perspire on my lap made coming up with anything resembling cerebral coherence more difficult by the second.

Ego-fueled ambition waged war against every impulse of my teenage body. I wanted to ejaculate desperately. I also wanted show Jodi May her daughter really had 'traded up' as far her boyfriend's physical prowess went. That itself was a mouthful. Thinking of which, I leaned forward, reined Brandy back to meet me halfway then began worrying her right shoulder along the crux of her neck.

Brandy screamed against our makeshift gag. Fuck-all, she loved being bitten. I oriented our lovemaking so it was four, or five, thrusts at a 45 degree angle to my lap, then I'd pull her upright for more neck work. Brandy was going off for a third time at the four minute mark, at which point I began pumping semen up her colon. I couldn't hold back any longer.

Even the painful recollection of a bronco bull kicking me in the nuts when I was sixteen couldn't contain my lusts. Three ... four ... five ... six hard spurts within Brandy had her howling as each blast scalded her ... the seventh and eight were more like tremors for each of us. We fell back, my spine against the sofa and Brandy's back against my heaving chest. I removed the shirt from her mouth so she, like me, could better struggle for breathe.

"Oh ... damn ... that was ... fan ... tastic," I panted.

Brandy moaned. Mentally I was taking a victory lap. Physically, I was still in critical recovery mode. I'd take my 'victory lap' later. On second thought ... my lover's panting took on a more erotic quality

"You ... are ... still ... hard," she giggle-gasped.

Yes. Yes, I was. Fuck it all. My cock hurt quite a bit from the strain plus Brandy's rectum was squeezing me so tightly, but it was definitely prepared for Round 2. I was one fortunate guy that was for damn sure.

"You ... me ... like this," I nuzzled her ear. "How can you ... expect me ... to be ... any other ... way?"

"You ... you make me feel," she panted, "like a million bucks."

"You," I desperately competed for breath, "make me feel like the luckiest guy ... in the World."

More kissing, nasal breathing and hand explorations followed. I heard a cough behind us ... Brandy apparently either didn't hear it, or felt fine ignoring it. Twenty seconds later, Jodi May must have coughed up a lung – there was no missing it this time.

"Are you two presentable?" she called out ~ theoretically from down the hall.

"Did she ever catch you and Darius ... you know?" I whispered.

"Twice ... no, three times," she whispered back. With some reluctance, she dismounted my pole. I placed my hands under her buttocks to aid in her regretful departure.

I even gave off an unexpected whimper as my glans slipped free of her anal clench. Brandy shot me back a spectacular, highly feminine look of supremacy. She was definitely leaving me wanting more.

"Almost Mamma," she called out. "Give us a second."

Since a quick 'cool down' in the pool seemed like a GREAT idea at that instant, I sidled down the sofa and retrieved swimming trunks from my book bag. Though not Speedos, Brandy still approved. This also allowed me to 'clean up' with my underwear then stow it away in the plastic bag the trunks had come in.

"Okay," she rang out once we were back in shirts and shorts. Mamma Carson came into view and all the blood which had been struggling back up to my brain raced to my enraged cock. Brandy's Mom was wearing a light grey sports bra – with nipples poking out invitingly – matching boy shorts – with clearly evident camel toe – and ... aaahhh ... petite workout moccasins? That's what they looked like anyway. She completed the ensemble with a baby blue hair bow holding most of her hair back and a matching linen towel over her right shoulder.

Undoubtedly ... I was drooling.

"Mamma!" Brandy exclaimed in faux-surprise over 'Mamma's' attire.

"I just wanted to work out in the home gym and to know if you wanted to join me ... like old times," Mrs. Carson asked all innocent-like. What Brandy said was a bit less innocent and way more indicative of Brandy's trust in me (or so I thought).

"Mamma, dressed that way ... I'm afraid Vlad might rape you. I'm pretty sure his brother Mikhail will ~ if he sees you walking around dressed like that," Brandy chortled. Jodi May Memphis Carson wasn't a believer so I turned to the woman whose opinion truly mattered.

"Can I? Can I? Can I?" I pleaded as I fell to my knees before Brandy. "Please – please – please! Can I have her?"

"What!" squawked Brandy even as her eyes shone with feverish glee.

"What?" gawked Jodi May, not wanting to comprehend the scene before her ... and her powerlessness in it.

"She's – my – Mother," Brandy put both fists on her hips and began scolding me.

"Yeah – yeah – yeah," I rapidly nodded like a maddened Fool.

"What she said," Mamma Carson affirmed.

"Don't you care that she's my Mamma?" Brandy's tone became teasing.

"I think it is extra-special that she's your mother," I kept up the head-bobbing.

"But I'm ... ah ... older enough to be her Mother," the older Carson protested.

"Yes," I turned to Jodi May, "you are what I have to look forward to if we get married, Jodi May." Then I added a bit of my newfound cunning by saying, "You are almost as good as the real Brandy to my way of thinking."

I turned back to My Girl because I wasn't sure how good my Poker Face was, or how good Jodi May was at reading the hearts of young men. In reality, I didn't want a Brandy substitute and would wait for the real Brandy to become available as opposed to 'settling'.

That wasn't what both women had heard though. For Brandy, it was a cruelly landed barb ... on the Mother who had slept with her previous beau ... as if Darius hadn't bothered to both tell Brandy and demand she never reveal she knew ... because he was that kind of twisted piece of work, poisoning Daughter against her Mother.

Out of sight of Mamma, I crossed the first and fore fingers of my hands to create the '#' sign followed by a '1' as I mouthed 'girl'. She winked with her hooded, left eye to show she'd caught on to my game.

"Prince, don't get pouty," Brandy stroked my cheek. "It is just that Darius used to tucker her out and you are easily twice the lover he ever was to me. I don't want you screwing her unconscious like you did me our first time either," she added on, "on her first day back."

"Brandy ... what?" Jodi May mentally backpedaled. "Who told you such stuff?"

"Darius told me, Mamma. He even showed me a video of you, him and Rashaan in a three-way," she undercut any further attempts at denial. "It's okay. I believed Darius' lies too and made even worse mistakes ... like believing he cared about me as opposed to his real purpose ... which was to hurt Daddy."

"Baby, you can't ... I mean ... it was one mistake," she evaded.

"He showed me two tapes," Brandy looked saddened to catch her maternal champion in a lie.

"Brandy ... I ..."

"Mamma, I'm free of him now," Brandy let a single tear track her cheek. "Vlad saved me."

I took this as my clue to rise up, stop playing the Clown and return to being her masculine Guardian and Protector. I wrapped Brandy up in both arms as she wrapped my waist up in hers. Soft kisses landed on the top of her head.

"Hey, Princess?"

"Yes Prince?"

"How about you go upstairs and get dressed for a gym workout and I'll stay down here with your mother and ..." I led off.

"Yes ... and ...," Brandy wiggled while she looked straight up into my gaze.

"I'll spank her until you return. Seems totally fair and unbiased to me."

"Spanking my ass is not enough for you?" she sniffle-giggled.

"Wait? What? I get to spank both your asses?!?!?"

"No," she protested. "You get to spank Mamma, but only until I get back."

"Brandy!" Mom exclaimed.

"Mamma, I'll change real fast – I promise," Brandy shot me another wink then sprinted off before there could be any other verbal roadblocks.

[... MORE, AS IN MORE OF JODI MAY]

A few seconds later ...

"Young man, I am not going to let you spank me," Jodi May announced.

"If you don't, can you imagine how much more disappointed in you Brandy will be when she gets back? Sleeping with Darius was a stupid thing to do, but you both know how charismatic he could be. Lying to her about what you did was dumber and overly cruel to a young woman who deserves the truth desperately," I glared her way.

"That doesn't equate to me degrading myself before you," she frowned.

"Oh, come on," I attempted to placate the mother. "Just lay across my lap. I'll give one good smack when I hear her coming down the stairs and she'll be mollified."

Maybe I had a good Poker Face after all, or perhaps mine was yet another lie Jodi May wanted/choose to believe.

"Well, don't get slap happy," she wagged a finger at me as she came around the sofa. She certainly walked slowly enough to hard-sell her reluctance.

I languidly sat down, then beckoned her forward with my forefinger. Her eyes rolled heavenward at my theater even as she complied ... by crawling across my lap. I held off my 'gulp' until she wasn't looking at me.

Step #1: I held my palms upraised & clasped together in supplication and prayer while whispering, "Таксиарх Архангел Михаил, за то, что я собираюсь получить, я смиренно благодарен." ~Taksiarkh Arkhangel Mikhail, za to, chto ya sobirayus' poluchit', ya smirenno blagodaren. ~

"Are you saying Grace over my Behind?" she looked over her shoulder at me, somewhat caught between cross and bemused.

"Your whole body, Ma'am. Your whole body and it is only fitting and proper that I do so. Anything less would be sacrilegious in the extreme," I smiled. Jodi May smirked. She shouldn't have been so confident.

Step #2 saw me putting my left forearm casually over her shoulder blades. NOW she was tensing up and becoming physically uneasy, but too late for that.

Step #3 and I began massaging her buttocks.

"Hey! What are you doing?" she hissed. Her attempts to rise were countered by me applying pressure with my forearm. My right hand rose and came down with a resounding 'SMACK!' "OW! What the ..."

"It should be obvious," I humored her. "I lied. You've been bad. Worse, you've been bad to Brandy in my presence and I'm not going to tolerate that – not for one second. Clear enough?"

"Let go," she struggled valiantly. "I said ... OW! Ugh," she sniffled as a second blow was followed by a third in rapid succession.

"Next time it will be three and the number keeps going on up – got it?" I stated. She hesitated so my right hand rose.

"Yes," she yielded cautiously.

"Okay. Here are the new Ground Rules. Brandy is the Lady of this House, not you. You ran off while she stayed. Play nice and my family will work overtime to not make things even worse between you and your husband when he returns. Cross any of us, or Brandy, and you have no clue how bad it will get," I began.

"And if I say 'no' are you going to continue to beat me?" she challenged. Down came three hard blows on her luscious posterior which vibrated deliciously with each impact.

"Ow, ow, OW!" she teared up. "Stop! Please stop!" It would have been more convincing if I hadn't spotted her hands sneaking back. I foresaw ten sets of claw marks in my near future if I wasn't careful.

Down came four painful blows with the accompanying highly vocal protests.

"Hands over your head," I demanded in a harsh, unforgiving tone. "Five, four, three ..."

I could see her contemplate trying to scarify me then think better of it. My pain tolerance was an unknowns while she was approaching hers. Up her hands went.

"Good girl," I leaned forward and cooed into her hair from close above. "Cross your wrists and keep them that way." Again – compliance with an undertone of a mare getting ready to bolt. "Raise your legs up on the sofa and cross your ankles. Keep them that way." At this point she realized she was stuck. There was going to be no quick getaway for her.

"Who is the Lady of the House?" I inquired softly.

"Brandy."

"Not very convincing, but that will have to do for the moment," I first caused her to coil from the expected painful spanking, then relax when she realized she'd gained a respite. "I know you don't believe me for no reason which truly makes sense to me, but you don't. I'm okay with your current misconceptions about me."

I moved my hand under the elastic of her shorts.

"Hey," she tried to raise her head up, stilling me with her gaze alone. My hand worked down to the crack of her ass then alternating along the sides instead of continuing 'deeper'. Once more, this was just a false hiatus as, with a few quick twists of my right wrist, I began working her shorts down until I had exposed her bare buttocks to me.

Since the verbal and non-verbal roadblocks weren't working, she went for the straight physical denial by clamping her thighs shut. Thighs are stronger than arms, but you'd have had to have been a premier female bodybuilder to keep my questing fingers from between them and stop my progress at this late date ... and Jodi May's figure was way too opulent for that's sport's discipline.

"While keeping your ankles crossed, move your knees apart," I ordered. Finally she launched her all-out rebellion. I could have out-wrestled her three years ago and won without my current hellish advantages. I had Jodi May off the sofa and pinned, face-first, on the floor in ten seconds flat. Five blows to her scrumptious rear rained down. This time the resulting tears were very real.

"Okay ... okay," she sobbed.

I made a production of getting off of her, resuming my seat then having her crawl back across my lap. This time she was utterly defeated and scared. Six blows were her 'reward'. The 'reward' was the playfulness of those feather-light touches of those faux-slaps to her abused flesh. "Ah, ah, ah ... oh ..."

"Raise up your tush."

Her "Why?" was quickly followed by my frown and then her instant compliance. Kisses replaced the palm of my hand as I blew gently and placed faint signs of affection on her posterior. My hand was busy going between her cheeks until my fingertips contacted moist labia-meat.

"Aaaaahhhh ... should you? Brandy ... back soon?" Jodi May whimpered.

"Who is the Lady of the House?"

"... Brandy?"

"Yes and it is up to Brandy to call me off. I know how long it takes for her to get dressed when she has sex on her mind, so I'm already aware she can intervene whenever she wishes to. This is Brandy's game – Jodi May, not yours, not mine."

I worked two fingers up to the first digit into her labia, feeling she was becoming quite wet. My thumb was tapping her sphincter as well. Jodi May was beginning to really get into it, adding a little push back to my play, when Brandy announced her presence.

"Hey guys. Whatchya doing?"

I held Jodi May firm so all my mature victim could do was stay on all fours while I methodically finger fucked her from behind.

"Quick ... let me up," Jodi May urged me quietly, yet without much conviction.

"No."

"Mamma ... Vlad?" Brandy glided down the stairs and fully into view. I had been prepared for more of a fight from Mrs. Carson than she'd put up, which was for damn sure. Jodi May gracefully slid off the sofa, dragging a throw pillow with her and then buried her face in it – more a feeble effort at hiding than any real attempt to break our coupling.

I couldn't have been more baffled though I felt compelled to follow to keep my position via-a-via her body.

'She's been lonely,' Brandy mouthed to me followed by, "Vlad, that's my Mother!"

'Huh?' from me.

'Don't stop', then "get off of her right now, Mister!" Fortunately, I figured out which sets of lips to obey ~ Brandy's silent ones and Jodi May's lower, gooey ones. Her upper ones were beginning to make subdued little moaning noises.

"Oh Mamma, is my Prince being mean to you?" my Lady knelt by her mother's head.

"He spanked me badly," the older lady mumbled into the pillow.

"Vlad, make it up to her," Brandy turned to me. Her insistent tone was undermined by her wink.

"I like where I am," I defied her then mouthed, 'what do I do?'

"None of that backtalk, Mister," she waggled a finger at me. "Get those magic lips to work this instant," the finger pointed toward her mother's hindquarters.

"And if I don't?" I scoffed. Then, 'I love you.'

"Then that cock of yours is blocked from ALL the ladies this weekend ... Oh Vlad who is living Vicariously," she shot me a sly smile. 'I love you too.'

"Ouch!" I emoted as I recoiled. "Princess ... that's harsh," followed by a double eyebrow pump and 'anything for you.'

"Brandy ... I (sniff) don't ... want (sniffle) ... him to ... ooohhh ... aaahhh ... oh, stop that Vlad," Jodi May protested.

While Mamma Carson had been voicing her dissent, I had been shuffling down the length of the sofa. Quickly enough I maneuvered myself into a position where I could begin planting kisses on her abused heinie, all the while keeping my fingers gracefully playing in her cunny and across her anal frontiers. I began adding little flicks of my tongue as I'd had something similar done to me once – during my first time with a professional. That one could arouse with just her lips, teeth and tongue in ways I'd never imagined.

"Ooohhh ... he shouldn't be doing that," Jodi May murmured. "Make him stop."

During this appeal, I was petting her along her spine until she got the hint I wanted her to bow her back to give me better access to her girly bits.

"No, Mamma. Vlad has to learn his lesson. He can't take you, or any woman ~ but especially not us Carson women ~ for granted," Brandy insisted.

'You sure ... (lick ~ tongue twirl) ... about this?' I checked.

'I want Mamma to stay home, Prince,' she smiled somewhat tearfully. I sensed she'd had words with Mikhail and Taliyah before returning. My youngest triplet must have been deadly insistent about the power of 'my love' – which healed her heart – being able to rejuvenate her mother of whatever emotional maledictions had aided her departure from this household – things I was still largely unaware of.

Twenty seconds of oral succulence later ... 'I don't have a condom'.

Brandy had coaxed her mother to turn her head sideways on the pillow, facing Brandy's lap though Jodi May's eyes were closed. Brandy, for her part, was in navy blue butt shorts and a blue sports bra (I figured from Brandy's desire to color coordinate) and a white, sleeve-less t-shirt with blue stripes down the sides.

'She's on birth control.'

'This may get more than a bit weird. (Are you) sure about this?'

'Come back to me, Vlad.'

'Always, Princess.'

A stellar smile followed my promise to her, then it was 'back to work' (though I hardly thought of my sexual activities in such a manner.)

Honestly, Jodi May had a way more developed sense of what she liked and how to get me to go where she wanted to me to go than any other Arkansas woman I'd been with to date. She wasn't all that bashful, or clumsy about it, either. There was a magical grace to her responses which later left me amazed how she led me to her first orgasm without me realizing she was definitely leading our carnal cavorting.

Mmmm ... my mind was recovering ... in that I could create more wordy prose while simultaneously working my neck (I was on my stomach behind her by this time, propped up on my elbows), nose, mouth, fingers and tongue. I was still the composer, creating the movement for the orchestra to play, but she was the body of music, filling the auditorium of our love-making with a tantalizing harmonic melody. I couldn't tear myself away.

For her part, Jodi May made sure to rub her vaginal fluids over my face from eyebrow ridge to the stubble beneath my chin (hey! I'd hurried to get over here). All I could taste and smell was her womanly aroma ~ a richer, raw maple syrupy smell combined with scallops ... which I quickly came to adore.

I got a mouth and two cheeks full when she orgasmed and she got to howl into her pillow while Brandy, now the maestro of this little performance, appeared surprised by her ever-growing, new-found power over the people who had such an emotional impact on her life. Brandy was IN CHARGE!

I was lapping away like some overly friendly Saint Bernard the juices which had escaped my gullet as Jodi May coasted down from her post-coitus euphoria. Then Mother began crying to daughter and daughter to Mother.

"I'm so sorry, Baby Boo," Mamma addressed her offspring. "I tore everything apart."

"You did, Mamma," Brandy petted her hair, "but if you hadn't run off with Mr. Jenks, Senior Deputy Samsonov wouldn't have applied for his job, gotten it and the the Samsonov's wouldn't have stayed. I would have been under Darius' thumb ... as would have the whole school. You hurt me and Daddy plenty, yet ... in the Greater Scheme of Things ... it worked out better for me and Daddy with the new friends we've made."

"That's a beautiful way of looking at my screw-up," Jodi May's eyes opened in more ways than one way. Brandy was acting in a more self-possessed manner at this moment than she ever had before. Jodi had left a girl subjugated by a villain and come back to a women partnered with a man whom she loved and who loved her. Our strong bond powered everything else.

"You still hurt Daddy and for that you must atone, Mamma," Brady frowned slightly.

"Atone ... aaahhh ... like punish me?" Mamma didn't seem all that distressed.

"Yes. We can go back to your present room and cut up all your racy dresses, or you can promise to never leave the house without me, or Pa ... or you could let Vlad be so terribly mean to you that you never forget who really cares for you," Brandy laid out the choices. My girl had it going on!

"Terribly mean," Jodi May flashed me a famished look, "like what he is doing to me right now?"

"Oh yes ~ just like this plus much, much worse," Brandy feigned innocence.

"How much worse?" Mrs. Carson hid her smile well.

"Stay right there and find out," I joined in. I finished rolling her from leaning to one side to over on her back with my kisses falling down on her still micro-trembling thighs.

"One thing though, Mamma," Brandy grew steely.

"Yes."

"Daddy doesn't want you around us no more."

"Let me deal with ..."

"No," Brandy put her foot (knee) down. "You broke Daddy's heart for the last time with your cheating ways. Hell, I became a cheater too, and I think you are somewhat to blame for that as well ~ me going behind his back to keep dating Darius."

"Honey Child, those are adult things," Mamma tried to both mollify her baby while seduce me with a host of non-verbal clues.

"No, Mamma. Not anymore. I'm 18 now and I think I know what is going on. Daddy won't take you back and back into his bed – never. If you promise me and him you will behave ..."

"I'm your MOTHER," Jodi May grew frosty up top while keeping steamy and inviting below.

"And I am your DAUGHTER and I'm telling you if you try to romance Dad, you can't win. You will cheat again and he'll detonate in a big way. Then he will take you to Divorce Court and destroy us as a family. I don't want that."

Jodi May wasn't overly groomed in the pelvic region, but it wasn't too much to deal with either. It was natural and womanly – very fitting for the untamed, sumptuous tableau of maverick charms she presented to me.

"I'll behave, Brandy Crystal Carson," Mamma shifted around so could place one hand over her heart. "I swear. This time things will be different."

"Yes. Yes, they will. Mamma, in this instant, you can stop having sex with Vlad and have sex with no other until Daddy decides to take you back to his bed, you can keep whoring around until Daddy gets so ashamed by it, he tosses you out for good, or ..."

"Or ...?" Jodi May was somewhat less than the authoritative persona she wanted and needed to put forth to be the master/mistress the situation at this point.

"Or, we let you have sex with Vlad ... and his two, identical brothers, Mikhail and Alexander – but only them."

I struggled mighty hard to not let the 'Hey now! Don't we (my Brothers and I) get a vote in this?' push the current wolfish cravings for more Jodi May off my face and to alter my demeanor from covetous carnivore to caring boyfriend. I already knew Mikhail's vote would be a 'Hell yeah!', but Alexander? Me? I found myself gradually going serpentine up my current partner's body.

"Vladimir ... Vlad, you can't be okay with this?" Jodi May's eyes riveted me. Only the truth would do so I went for the most effective bit of truth.

"Brandy Crystal Carson is my Lady on my arm and my Whore in my bedroom, Jodi May. She has entered the tiny group of people whose opinions I give a damn about, and the only one of the four who isn't blood-related. THAT is how much I value your daughter's council, advice and personal direction when I need it."

"So you are just going to let her tell you who you can and can't sleep with ~ for real ..."

"Abso-fucking-lutely, Mrs. Carson. That is because it isn't about the fucking; it is about the happiness. I'm happiest when my world collapses down to just Brandy and me."

"I'm happiest when she smiles at me when I've done a good thing. I'm happiest when she is so hoarse from screaming out her orgasms she can't enunciate clearly, or even move, after one of our ferocious rounds of love-making. In essence: Brandy = my happiness ... so yes, I give everything she recommends to me great weight."

"In this case," I ran my tongue up between her gently sagging mounds of mountainous breast tissue, "she is telling me what will make her happy ~ having sex with a 'loyal' you ~ and ~ not having sex with a disloyal you ~ makes her happy." I paused for several seconds to glomb onto her right nipple and playfully suckle upon it. Her legs, already open, allowed her heels to start working over the sides of my calves and the back of my knees.

"I could wake up in the morning and have sex with your daughter, Mrs. Carson. We could chase one another around, frolic and have sex all over whichever domicile we found ourselves in ... and if I did it for a hundred years, I would never get bored with Brandy, or want to anything except make her joyous inside and out," I finished up.

Jodi May had three options to believe in:

~ I could still be a standard milksop White Boy despite the preponderance of evidence to the contrary,

~ The entire political-racial-sexual landscape had turned topsy-turvy in her short (6 month) absence,

~ Or I was actually a Big Black Cock Monster in disguise (the third one was Mikhail's spin on things – I swear).

I had another issue – rug burn and my desire to avoid it for both of us.

"A Prize like you shouldn't be nailed to Kingdom Come on the floor like some common floozy," I declared. "Here," I slipped on hand under Jodi May's tailbone, lifting her up and pressing her into me. "Wrap your arms around my neck," I commanded 'my prize'.

"Umpfh," she gasped as her body clove to mine. "You certainly are ... ah ... strong."

"I 'pry free' ladies who Society mistakenly believes have become 'Black-owned' on a regular basis, I wrestle said 'Black' rascals down until they cry out 'I'm an Uncle Tom' and I show those women the powerful lineage of Valhalla hasn't gone from this world quite yet ... though not necessarily in that order," I bullshitted some stuff together.

"Vlad ... that's gosh-darn racist ... except the last part. That didn't make too much sense, but ... I think I liked it," Mamma Carson salivated over every turn of the phrase. Me being 'racist' definitely wasn't a deal-breaker for her and the Valhalla nonsense glossed over my ancestors confused relationship with those Scandinavians who came a vikinging to the East over a millennia ago.

I hefted her up abruptly, spun on one knee and deposited her on her rump on the edge of the sofa cushions.

"Aaiieeee!" she squealed in surprise. Off-guard, she posed no resistance as I made my final approach. I aimed my cockhead at her glistening vulva with my left hand while pushing her left leg away while keeping the knee locked. "What?"

"How do you want it?" I growled. "Hard and brutal, or slow and gentle?"

"How about I show you how I like it?" she purred. It was hard to argue with her kind of counter-proposal. Her right-hand's fingernails trailed down my shoulders, upper arm and the over to my waist to guide me into her designated pace of her penetration.

I'll give her this much – until the tenth cycle she held it together better than her daughter. Afterwards, the newness of her vaginal walls undulating around my veined shaft caused her breath to catch and her hands to grab my ass, drawing me in ever deeper.

"Ugh – ugh – ugh – ugh – YIP!" she went off after I accidently pushed passed her cervix.

I was certain, just like Brandy with Darius, Mr. Jenks had most likely gone before where I was going now. The 'new' was her cervix massaging my glans and the area right behind the head like a mini-handjob (for me) /pleasurable vibrator-to-the-uterus' entrance (for her). I didn't look like the biggest, or thickest piece of Man-Meat she'd ever encountered so ...

"IN-tense, isn't it, Mamma?" Brandy appeared on the sofa beside us. I was still kneeling on the floor, I had mother's legs spread in a wide 'V' and was beginning to pick up our tempo as the interrogation began.

"Hush, Baby (gasp), Mamma is ... oh Lord," she mumbled, "I'm ... oh ... my ... Vlad ... slow down."

Innocent trust required me to slow down. My nascent woman-sense told me to do the opposite. I slowly pulled back ... then hungrily drove home deep. Jodi May grunted as her eyes, once shuttered, sprang wide open. I followed that up with small, rapid repetitions interspersed with gyrating the sensation inward, my pubic bone on her clitoral region. My partner's legs flexed even wider, her head flew back, bow keeping her hair from going wild and her eyes squeezed shut.

To add to the stimulation, I latched on to her right breast, suckling the whole areola and nipple into my mouth. Brandy took the left nipple between two fingers and began pinching it and rolling it between them.

"Grrr ..." my first thought was 'when did the Carson's get a cat?'

"GRRRRR ..." ~ 'Holy Shit! How did a puma get in here?'

And the resulting caterwauling YOWL was the scariest, female Big Cat noise I'd ever heard ... and that was Jodi May Memphis Carson having a no-holds-bared ORGASM as her body flushed ruddy, sweat perspired all over, her back painfully bowed and of course, she screamed out to High Heavens like no human I'd ever heard.

I lost it. I was shooting off semen deep into her uterus as her cervix was once more grappling with my glans. I had no care in that instant where, or what I was doing. I was a spectator being taken along for the ride though I wasn't hemmed-in in any physical way.

"Holy Shit, Bro!" Mikhail laughed loudly. "Delivering from Downtown!" I think he was referencing a long 3-point shot in basketball, but I was too sonically concussed to be sure.

"Take notes," Taliyah repeated her refrain.

Those two had come downstairs after Brandy and, it appeared, had been quietly watching us as events unfolded.

"Brandy, is everything okay?" sounded off Noémie Lucie from the far side hallway – the one which led to the stairs down to the lower level which included the space the other cheerleaders had been sleeping. Oh boy. Explaining this was going to be a peach.

[WHO IS HERE TO CHAPERONE WHO?]

{11:30 AM ~ POOLSIDE AT THE CARSON HOUSEHOLD}

It made perfect sense Sheriff 'Big Bob' Carson wouldn't trust his home solely to his 'somewhat independent-minded' daughter when she was having thirteen friends over for a Saturday Night party. While Taliyah could show up whenever she wanted since she and Brandy were lifelong Besties, the whole crowd showing up on Friday night was completely unofficial ~ so he'd asked an adult, or two, to chaperone tonight.

No, he hadn't handed that heavy responsibility over to us equally hormonal, 18 year old triplets ... as we were considered one of the hazards which needed to be chaperoned against. Nope; if we'd been able to roll all our lives back one whole day and night, we would have seen the Sheriff having dinner with someone who fit the bill of 'perfect chaperone' (a single, adult female with a strong will, of pure moral fiber & a history of legalized violence ~ Big Bob was fully aware of our current extracurricular circumstances) with the sole exception she wasn't a friend, or even very much of an acquaintance ... so he was asking a great deal of them.

Thankfully, 'business' was keeping this person in our sleepy burgh of Kingston anyway and this would give her a perfect opportunity to interrogate some of the possible 'third parties' involved with the crime which had befallen poor Darius Pope and his busted-up buddies.

Yep, Brandy's Papa had asked the AHP's CID's (Arkansas Highway Patrol Criminal Investigation Division) Sergeant Louisa Petrakis to 'babysit' his 18 year old daughter and her friends to make sure their partying remained PG-13. That, not some desire to twist up the criminal investigation into the Darius Pope matter, had been the reason he'd 'wined and dined' her Thursday night.

She'd only agreed AFTER she'd realized what a corrupt bunch of actors the Kingston PD was and gotten the implication the Sheriff couldn't even trust the majority of his own Deputies. To her this must have smelled like some political civil war a 'brewing ~ which was an unspoken menace her department was also supposed to combat.

When political infighting oozed out into open law enforcement corruption cases, it hurt the State of Arkansas economically by making their home ground look less attractive to external investment and the ever-important tourist dollar. Part of a weekend with access to Big Bob's and the Mayor's daughters suddenly became very attractive to this half-Creole (US Coast Guard Officer on her mother's side) / half-Greek (her father was a Merchant Marine Captain) ~ originally from Louisiana ~ law officer .

She'd come to Arkansas for UA's (University of Arkansas) Sociology & Criminal Justice program and stayed to pursue a career in state law enforcement plus a LL.M (Master of Law) from her alma mater on the road to joining the Department of Homeland Security working cases involving international law. Yep ~ ambitious beyond the norm.

She chose an electric blue one piece ... which was nothing but string from behind ... very cheeky and what she claimed was the only suit in her size available on such short notice. I thought my brothers and I should pay homage to the Swimsuit Goddesses, if that was the true, because Sgt. Louisa was truly luscious.

Of course, 14 to 1 odds was asking a lot of anyone so Big Bob had wrangled (rather easily) a supporting chaperone – my Mother ("ah shit" was Mikhail's heartfelt & instantaneous reaction upon seeing her). She wasn't the primary chaperone because, as Big Bob told Ms. Louisa ~ "she's 100% loyal, brave and true, but 100% bat-shit crazy too." Perfectly succinct and it rhymed.

Mom ... ugh ... wore a red and white skimpy one-piece with a 'required' blue-with-one-white-star-over-each-breast bikini top. Very ... ummmm ... patriotic? Mom had a tight, lean-muscled physique. I had no doubt she was the most deceptively lethal human being present ~ in both age groups ~ and that included the people who KNEW she was CRAZY.

Because the AHP Sergeant wasn't part of the Kingston/Davis County shit-storm, Mom felt safe secretly inviting two other women to this shindig. The first came so they could be seen publically feuding (by the cheerleaders) while they actually spent time building up a rapport. Mom was being asked to put aside a truckload of hate she'd been clutching to her bosom for over twenty years toward Dominique Fox Malik's husband, father and brother.

For Dominique – she'd been raised on hating the Fonteneau in general and Gayle for 'lying' about the rape Mom had gone through (at the hands of 7 Black young men when she was fifteen) and Theo – her twin – for putting her brother in a coma he was still in all these years later. They'd hated one another by association longer than I'd been alive and now were trying to put their bile 'high on the back shelf' for their children's sake.

Sure, Mom was tossing money and political clout Dominique's way, but the offer would never had been made and ABSOLUTELY never accepted if Taliyah and Mikhail hadn't been so deeply and truly sparking. It might not end up as true love, but the passion between the two was undeniable.

Dominique went with a more conservative, black one piece swimsuit which was still mostly mesh & lace with just enough solid patches to keep it 'street legal'. There were clear signs of under-boobage and highlighted her ample thighs and strong calves. She also showed us boys her stun gun to confirm her role as chaperone and guardian of their 'virtue'. Huh? Virtue? With this crowd?

The second guest? Ms. Andrea Blanchard, one of our High School teachers, one-time victim of BBC slavery (from our point of view) and secretly devoted to our banged-up, eldest triplet, Alexander. She was here to be the actual chaperone while Mom and Dominique did their secret conspiring (or if they broke out into fists).

She arrived poolside in a tie-die bikini and a diaphanous yellow sarong. While superficially stern, I got the sense she was secretly amused by our gathering ... initially. As the afternoon wore on (and it became clear several of the cheerleaders and Vicky considered our oldest triplet their plaything) she began to become a tad more protective/possessive of Alexander which only left him in a more awkward position.

The fifth adult, Jodi May, was utterly unexpected and tough for the others to deal with. To us boys, she compensated by showing up poolside in a white, nearly-transparent-when-wet, string bikini with a thong back. Oh, and she'd shaved a bit too! When Ms. Petrakis pressed her about the appropriateness of her attire, Jodi May replied,

"What's the bother? It is just us girls."

At which point, I looked over to Alexander and Mikhail who were also lounging around the pool. Mikhail pulled out the front of his trunks to make sure he was still packing what Mother Nature gave him. So distracted – Taliyah shoved him into the pool. Vickie (Victoria Orem) bum-rushed Taliyah, sending her sprawling into the steamy waters next. While she was smart enough to try and get away from the lip of the pool, Vickie simply wasn't fast enough.

Brandy, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn grabbed her up and half-dragged / half-carried her back to the scene of the crime. They got ready to throw her in when Kaelyne (Harlow) lunged into the whole pack and all five went tumbling into the vast wetness of the Carson's pool. Sensing the unlikelihood of her being able to save her close friend (Vickie), the smaller Kaelyne had decided to make the cheerleaders pay with an ambush instead. I was so proud of her.

Note: Davis County may be in Arkansas, a Southern State, and September was only now sliding from summer to fall, but I had been told it rarely broke 80o F (26.7o C) this late in the season ... so Big Bob had his 20'x 40' indoor/outdoor pool heated / cooled year round instead ~ to 80o F ~ using the very latest geothermal and solar technologies. I've said it before and I'll say it again: 'Big Bob' Carson was more than some underpaid, underappreciated public servant'.

"We'll kill'er!"

"Vlad!"

"Bro! (Hah)"

"Prince!"

All called out for some level of assistance and I trusted not a single one of them. Honestly, the only person I felt safe around at the moment was my older triplet, Alexander, and that was partially because he remained banged-up from his beat-down at school (over a week ago) and partially because of his stoic nature. He was the most 'Samsonov' / least 'prank-y' of the three of us.

His look spoke volumes: 'if you go near the pool, there are at least eight more girls willing and able to toss you in as well, Bro' and he was damn right. I could see the other eight cheerleaders sizing me up even as I vacillated. I didn't feel like getting wet while the temperature was still in the mid-seventies, but my girlfriend and best female friend needed me. Ugh.

"Oh, don't be such a sissy," Mom chided me. "Help some of the girls out."

"Hardy-har-har, Mom," I mocked her ... even as I went in. I jumped into the pool feet-first because the people most in need of succor were Vicky (Victoria) and Kaelyne as those two were not on the Cheer Squad.

Until now, only Kaelyne had been allowed to penetrate the Mikhail-Taliyah warning veil which those two young lovers had thrown up as Taliyah dealt with her confusion, anger and grief over her parental implosion. What made Kaelyne special? No one was saying.

That left Victoria, aka 'Mad (as in crazy) Vicky', to harass the other eleven Cheerleaders fearlessly. then duck behind me when they came seeking vengeance. Since I'm a sizeable fellow, the deterrent had worked until now and until Vicky had done something to my Lady – Brandy.

Before it became a four on two drubbing (four student athletes versus two school geeks), Mikhail wrapped up Taliyah from behind and first pressed her, then tossed her deeper into the pool. I joined Vicky confronting Brandy and Misty Dawn, leaving Kaelyne to deal with the taller, but not really more athletic, Amber Lee. Certainly Kaelyne had thought out her battle plan better. Soon enough, Kaelyne was dunking the taller brunette while keeping her in some sort of Half-Nelson.

I, who had spent a summer studying under a professor who had taught at a major nation's War College, knew we had to vacate the field (the pool) ASAP, but I couldn't convince Vicky, or Kaelyne, of this. The other eight cheerleaders swarmed us from above and the sides. It was a massacre. There were full-booby-body tackles going off left, right and center.

Mikhail (and Taliyah) were of no help having migrated away to their own slowly circling bodies entwined in a romantic moment in a deeper part of the waters. I caught six of the newcomers. One was enough to override any advantages my two allies had.

I got dunked. That was a given. I also had various bits of female anatomy stuffed into my mouth and hands ~ completely accidental on my part, I swear. Fawn-complexioned Sultana Berry wanted to show me she'd gotten her clitoral hood pierced. Nice to know.

The Creole, Noémie, grappled onto my back like some perversely-strong baby Spider Monkey and wouldn't let go no matter how much I tossed about, bucked, or was dunked by her 'sisters'.

Deeply umber Vantrice Kirby corralled poor tawny Alondra Lamb (sweet lassie, but not overly bright) into determining if my aroused cock really was thicker than their wrists ... huh? That did entail dragging my swim trunks down past my knees ... with at least two chaperones eyeballing the whole proceedings.

Paler-skinned brunettes Randi Leigh Upshaw and Amber Lee did the majority of the dunking (I repeat: I'm a big guy). Le 'Pearl' Yates did the yeomen's work of getting me off my feet so I could be dunked.

What else could I say? I was legitimately keeping five occupied while keeping another three busy through less acceptable means. I was doing my part for my allies, damn it! Sadly, Vicky, while scrappy and determined, didn't share the vigor, strength, or coordination of her foes. I'd put Kaelyne, despite her smaller size, up against any ONE cheerleader. Two was asking a lot.

Three was demanding too much. Once Vicky was blitzed from behind by Mia Ryker and Betty Jo Starling, Brandy gathered Betty Jo and swarmed Kaelyne. 11 to 3 ~ we had been defeated. This wasn't simply a Cheer Squad beats up the Geek Squad moment though. This was a much-needed boost to the cheerleaders' sense of unity as well their sense they were special and 'entitled' to do extralegal things because they were special.

They were all high-fiving and running around the pool, whispering in joyous conspiracy over what they had 'gotten away with' and laughing over their 'exploits'. Vicky and Kaelyne sat down on some loungers and sulked a bit until Mom settled down with the two and told them the score. The 'geeks' had 'risen up in revolt' and the upper tier Cheer Squad had reunited to put the geeks back in their place; thus making society safe and stable once more, which is why they now were running around the pool like hens with their heads cut off.

That last part made Vicky giggle.

"Besides," Mom winked to Vicky. "How many did you get?"

"Four," she puffed up her petite chest. "Taliyah then Brandy before I went in. After that, I'm pretty sure I pinched Misty Jo twice plus I got another one before they released us ... and I'm pretty sure it was too soft to be Vlad here, or you, Kaelyne."

Oh boy ... since her BFF was a closet lesbian, Victoria / Vicky had decided to pinch every woman's tush here before we went our separate ways tomorrow afternoon and share the shape, contour and possible reactions with her friend who was imprisoned by her personal passion for Taliyah and fear of exposure. Vicky wasn't playing at being a lesbian – just more unhinged than was normal for her ... and sometimes that is the best friend of all.

[UPSTAIRS ... A FEW MINUTES LATER]

"Why do you insist on talking while we are having sex?" Dominique asked me. We were on the upstairs Guest Room's queen-sized bed, laying lengthways on the bed, me on top between her legs. I had come inside and headed up to Brandy's room to get a spare set of hair-brushes for the ladies who remained poolside. This guest bedroom was right across the hall from Brandy's room. Dominique, thinking I was one of the girls, had called out and asked 'me' to come over.

We started with my faltering explanation as she was between picking out new lunch-time attire, added her famished look I was becoming uncomfortably familiar with and we ended up on the bed – door shut and locked, damn it!

"To me, your mind is as much engaging as any part of your physical form, Madam Mayor."

"Vlad – Vladimir, call me ... when we are alone, call me Dominique, or Dom," she smiled ever so gracefully.

"Dominique, can't you believe I want you for more than your beautiful face, bountiful bosom, and curvaceous hips and ass?"

"You are a teenage boy so ... not really," she faux-mocked me. I had her interest. She also gave me a nudge along my left hip and thigh.

"Well, I think it is true boys are attracted to women who remind them of their mothers," I began.

"And I remind you of Gayle?" she hid her sudden brittleness well. I got a second bump which I figured out what it was about this time.

"Not the crazy parts – trust me. I got more than enough crazy in my life already. The smart parts – the parts that won't take guff from anybody ..." I rapidly assembled my arguments.

Dominique snorted over the 'crazy' then added a, "guff?"

"It is one of my Dad's words," I shrugged. I got a third bump which I rolled with, allowing us to roll toward the headboard, her ending up on top.

"Your father is ... a good man." With the way she said 'good man', I could tell she rarely used it in that manner ~ as it was intended to be used = a kind, decent human being. She almost sounded wistfully jealous.

"I know he holds a great deal of respect for you," I pointed out. She looked down at me, her thick, black hair cascading around her face in a halo of darkness contrasted behind the ceiling light.

"Vladimir, you don't need be this way," Dominique mused. Romantic? Respectful? I wasn't sure, but I felt I owed her both.

"I know I don't need to. I want to."

"Why? I was raised to hate your family ~ the Fonteneau. After what happened to my brother ... to your Uncle Theo going to that school with the razor wire on top of the fences ... that's a lot of animosity between your mother and me."

"But that's not you and me," I explained.

"Yet you are one of the most family-oriented boys I've ever met," she countered.

"Yes, I love my family, but they don't rule me."

"Everything I tell you, or we experience together, you tell your mother about," she riposted.

"Dominique, you have never hurt me, or my family, since we came here. I'm not going to hold the Fonteneau feud against you because you've separated the bad blood between you and Mom between the two of you," I parried.

"Mmmm ... here we are ... still fucking and talking ..."

"I'll stop if you like," I reluctantly offered.

"The talking, or the fucking?" she teased.

"I'll stop the fucking if that's what you really want," I moped, "but expect me to Man Up and shed a tear ... or ten."

"We can't have that," Dominique smirked as she rocked back and forth, allowing my cock to rotate inside her vagina – OH YEAH! My euphoria was cold-cocked by, "So how was Jodi May?"

"Ummm (gulp) ... distressed over her break-up with Mr. Jenks, happy to see Brandy ... glad to put that passed episode behind her and perhaps praying her husband is as forgiving," I tossed out whatever I could think of in hopes of distracting Madam Mayor. Silly me. Dominique could both take treasured pleasure from being impaled on my iron rod and break me down through verbal interrogation at the same time.

"I was more concerned the way she's been eyeballing you and your brothers all morning long," she dangled her breasts down while pushing up and down on my pelvis with solely her leg strength. I could make out the wet, sloshing sound of my penis plumbing her depths with each stroke. I could definitely feel it. I took a fifteen second break emulating a newborn on the proffered nipples before replying.

"Dominique, why do you want to know? Mikhail's gaze hasn't wandered once – not really. Alexander always got two, or three girls around him, or the Sergeant, or Mom. That leaves Brandy and me ... which isn't really your concern now is it?"

"Nice evasion, but I care for the party whose emotional well-being you failed to mention – Robert Carson."

"I thought you hated 'Big Bob'," I worried.

"It is a long story," she did her own evading. Seeing I wasn't going to let it rest and was able to (thanks to earlier morning misadventures) keep my ejaculation in check she added, "Don't make assumptions. You have only been in town a few weeks. Some relationships and animosities go back generations here in Arkansas."

I decided to not add 'it is the same way in rural Alaska' because that wouldn't have helped my position. Instead I pushed up on my elbows, following those delicious ta-tas as Dominique rose. She was kind enough to form her thick left breast into a cone for me to slobber all over like an over-happy puppy. Dom even shifted to a one-hand hold so she could place the other back of my head to maneuver my lips where she wished. Yummy ~ mature women.

Dominique kept gyrating in my lap, working over her pelvis, my glans and her other gentle bits in a rhythmic, escalating-in-verve lap dance. By her command, my head moved from teats to throat to lips. I moved both of my hands to her buttocks to add even more vigor to our symmetry. The thunderous crescendo was inevitable. Dominique took two deep breathes then put one hand on each side of my cheeks and drew me into the deepest kiss yet.

"MMMMMMmmmmmmmmm ...," she let her roar turn into a 'mewl' as she pumped air into my lungs from her own. She couldn't do much about the full body shiver which hit her in repetitive waves for the next thirty seconds. Once more I had gotten her racing and sated without either one of us feeling cheapened, or used.

"Mmmm ... that was nnnniiicceee," she crooned as she kept rocking back and forth in my lap. I felt our mixed fluids oozing down my shaft and onto my balls and the sheets. I figured I could say 'glad to help' then discarded it. Dominique didn't want 'help'. Instead ...

"Nice?" I leered up at her. "If you'll let me, next time I'll have to try a whole lot harder than 'nice'."

"Let you?" she mused. "We'll just have to see about that."

"Well, I didn't plan it this way, but thanks for giving me a second chance."

"Second chance? Ah ... the whole thing about us 'we'll never do this thing again' second chance?" Dom chuckled. The first time we had sex she'd promised me it would be a one-time thing.

"Yes," I grinned.

"At least you aren't all full of yourself," she transformed her rocking motion into shifting a bit to the right and left.

"I thought you were full of me," I joked. I got swatted on the top of my head for my troubles then she made it up to me with another, more chaste kiss.

"You are a bad, bad boy, Vlad," she gave me the wickedest of smiles.

"Who really needs to get downstairs with some hair brushes," I sighed.

"And I need to get to the kitchen to help the others make you and yours some lunch," Dominique agreed. As she dismounted me, my deflating cock flopped onto my lower abdomen.

She rolled from her left knee onto her ass while remaining in a sitting position. This allowed me to the sensual droop of her breast, curve of her hip and the perspiration which had made track marks down her back. I also noticed her catch my appreciative looks out of the corner of her eye. A not-so secretive smile creased her lips.

Sadly, her dressing made the retrieval of my clothes immediately necessary. I still waited for her to finish dressing and depart first before crossing the hall to Brandy's room. As I angled for the dresser I caught sight of Randi Leigh in the mirror. She had been hiding behind the door, her right hand inside her bikini bottoms, stimulating herself.

"Randi Leigh?" I questioned.

"I need you," she pleaded. From her location and what I could figure about how long she had to have been there to be hiding when I entered ... she must have seen Mayor Malik leave the opposite room and ...

"Randi Leigh, how about we ask Brandy if you can sleep with us tonight?"

"I'd ... like that," she went from rather desperate to desperately relieved. "I'd like that a lot!"

I was putting her off because I had already been gone too long, sexually spent and over my head. I need to talk with my Mother and figure what, if anything, I needed to do about this. Explaining things to Brandy as well would be ... I'd wait for an opportune moment to make that request.

[TALIYAH]

By lunchtime, she was beginning to feel somewhat selfish. Mikhail had been attentive with a totally unexpected devotion all morning long. While Taliyah was emotionally conflicted about her parent's most recent feuding, it was systematic of a much deeper rift she'd always felt among them. She'd always sensed it ... as if something was missing in their lives.

To be honest with herself, at first she'd been secretly pleased when Brandy's home life had imploded last summer. Not only had she found herself lusting for Darius over Rashaan, she'd long been envious of the seeming closeness between Big Bob and Jodi May. She'd felt furtive elation when Brandy's mom eloped with Senior Deputy Jenks, shattering the illusion of their happy household.

Only later, as she saw the daily sadness in Big Bob, had she begun to regret her envy-driven vindictiveness. Unlike her own, rather distant Father, Big Bob Carson had always made Taliyah welcome in his home and with his daughter. His treatment of her had never jibed with the claims about the White man's supposed racism. In her home, they joked about him, yet she'd never heard Big Bob make a single racist slur in her presence.

No, Brandy's Dad had treated her like his second daughter; even going so far to call out Brandy when she was being a bitch to her. As far back as elementary school, he'd made her feel as if Taliyah had a second house to call home ... and then Taliyah had repaid his repeated kindness by taking perverse pleasure as his home fell apart. She'd watched Brandy fall into depravity under Darius' spell and said nothing.

Taliyah wondered about the vagaries of karma. Brandy's family had been ripped apart and now so was hers. Brandy had found Vlad and now she had Mikhail. This morning, Brandy's mom had come back ... and her Mom was here as well. But her Father was nowhere in evidence. Her Mother, Madam Mayor, hadn't mentioned him once.

"Taliyah," Kaelyne disturbed her ruminations, "we're picking sides for volleyball."

Kaelyne was another transformative presence who had snuck into her life as of late. Her knee-jerk reaction when learning the little White girl had a lesbian crush on her was to lash out and mock her. That had infuriated Mrs. Samsonov – pain had rapidly followed. That old White bitch had forced Taliyah to apologize the next day.

Over the rest of the following week Taliyah had found herself studying the way Kaelyne looked at her ... and hadn't been repulsed. Still, until today she hadn't taken the lesbian's affections seriously. Kaelyne was sensitive to Taliyah's pain and~ compassionate without being obtrusive. Taliyah had responded with a lessening of her often acidic wit.

With Brandy taking on solo duties as hostess, Taliyah had been able to recoup in the company of her boyfriend ... and 'girlfriend' ... thus the source of her guilt. According to Mrs. Samsonov's plan, Brandy and Taliyah had to share their guys with the rest of the Cheer Squad over the course of the day.

From what they'd been told, it would keep the cheerleaders firmly out of the hands of the Football Team and other member of the 'Cult of the BBC' ~ as that racist, psychotic bitch – Gayle Samsonov – called it. And, from what Taliyah and Brandy could see, it made all the ones who had been with their fellas so far want them and only them ... it was spooky and somewhat frustrating to watch because Mikhail was HER MAN, damn it!

Not in the way Rashaan had been her man because Rashaan hadn't even been his own man – just another pawn of Darius Pope's little high school empire ... like her and Brandy. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to the youngest triplet's fierce independence. He was harder to influence than Rashaan had been ... which wasn't quite so.

She could, in private, convince Rashaan to do things, plan things and stand up for himself, but all the results of her efforts evaporated when he was around Darius ... and now she realized that would always be the case for someone like Rashaan. He was good looking and could project leadership, but there was never anything behind it. No drive. No great willpower to overcome any real opposition ... and most likely, there never would be.

With Mikhail ... God! He was so different. Sure he was infuriating, but Taliyah found herself able to cut loose around him ~ to pop him one when she felt he was doing something stupid ~ and it wasn't as if he even minded. Oh no, that didn't mean he'd acquiesce – far from it. Normally he'd laugh and evade, taunting her. Yet, that was the way he'd grown up around his brothers and Taliyah was beginning to figure out he was allowing her to treat him the same way... that was WAS something special.

He and his brothers were rough-n-tumble. They had a code for their fighting. While their Code didn't make the inevitable conflicts any less brutal, it at the same time expressed ample fair play, honesty and integrity. And afterwards ... there was never any ill will between them. They fought and shit got settled ... and Taliyah liked that. That Mikhail allowed her to lay into him was, according to his Mamma, very intimate and personal ... and Taliyah was coming to appreciate this fact.

"Mikhail, why don't you and Kaelyne teach my 'Sisters' [the Cheer Squad] some manners," she touched his hand. They were side by side at the counter in the kitchen, him finishing off a few carrot slices while she drank some Gatorade. "I need to talk to my Mamma ... alone." Mikhail gave her a brief eye contact, nodded once, and then turned to leave.

"Kaelyne," she found herself reaching out, stroking the girl's cheek and rubbing her earlobe, "Thank you." The way the smaller woman positively glowed gave Taliyah a spike of pride. She still didn't think she was into girls, but she'd been showering with Brandy since before they were teenagers. A few times Brandy had ran her hands curiously over her darker friend's skin, wishing she tanned so well.

In turn, Taliyah had run her hands through Brandy's long, blonde hair, feeling the difference between its silky texture and her own, coarser locks and wishing her hair was so easy to manage. The two girls, lifelong friends, had never considered their behavior anything which 'made them gay'. They were curious and comfortable in each other's presence was all.

Taliyah pushed herself away from the counter, turned and dismounted her stool. She'd put up a wall against the World all morning long and she knew she was better than that. She'd wanted her Mother to come and talk to her ... to talk to her about her Father ~ her Mother's husband ~ and what she was going to do about fixing things. Her Mamma was always the responsible one in the family and had taught her daughter to be the same way. Somehow ... her Mamma had to make this right.

[LE 'PEARL' YATES]

For Le it had been a wild, chaotic week. Things had started out so bad, but not in a way the other girls in the Cheer Squad would have understood. Monday morning, like most of the others ~ except Brandy and Taliyah ~ she had been seriously jonesing for some BBC. Hell, unlike every other member of the squad, getting the best dick was why she'd fought so hard to be selected as one of the school's elite bitches in the first place.

She hadn't always been that way.

Le had been a late bloomer. Worse, she'd never been part of any crowd while growing up. Her Vietnamese-American Mother had come to Kingston from the Texas Gulf Coast to be a nurse. Her Father – the White guy her Mother married – was an oilman working in the Gulf of Mexico months at the time.

He was really happy when his wife told him she was pregnant. His company even flew him to Arkansas when she went into delivery early. Let's just say his reaction when he held 'his' daughter wasn't all that joyous. He divorced her a year later and Le had only seen him a few times since. Things had been ... tense.

It took her a few years to figure out she wasn't like anyone else. Her Mother's extended family – fisher-folk back in Texas – always treated her badly and the younger ones called her names, which was why her Mom had returned to Kingston after a few years. When she was six, she finally figured out she was a 'half-breed' and not in a 'good way'. No White blood had 'watered' down her complexion.

Her eyes were product of her Mother's Vietnamese heritage while her nose was from West Africa. He skin was darker than her Mother's, not lighter, and she was much taller, at 5'9", and a compact 112 lbs. Her ass was 'black enough', but her chest was 'too Asian' as in she clearly had the smallest bra size on the team.

At the age of eight she'd finally asked her rather traditional Mother who her 'real' Daddy was. On her twelfth birthday, her Mother, after years of badgering, finally broke down and told Le the story. She'd been 'seduced' by a groundsman on the ASU-Kingston campus while her 'White' Daddy had been away for months and months at sea. He'd been a smooth operator, her Mother told her.

'But why isn't that man my Father now?' she'd pressed her Mother. She'd graduated to referring to the nebulous sperm donor as Father when she was ten. Her Mother hung her head in shame then confessed the Black bastard hadn't wanted her. When she'd told him she was pregnant with what was most likely his child, he'd seemed happy at first.

Only as she got 'bigger', things had changed. One day she stumbled upon him cheating with another nursing student. She'd exploded in tears. After the 'new' girl had fled, he 'confessed' he had yet another girl pregnant and two other kids by two other women ... and it was over between them. He dumped her.

So, her Mother had prayed somehow Le would be born without her White Father figuring out her betrayal ... but that hadn't worked out either. She even gave Le the sperm donor's name – Claude Sexton. It turned out Le had sixteen half-brothers and –sisters (by five different women) and he was currently serving time in prison for pharmaceutical theft. Claude's Mamma – her Granny – claimed he was 'not guilty' and some jealous bitch (usually White in her rantings) had set him up ...

What had fascinated Le though was the 'why' of her Mother's betrayal of her White 'Father'. The few times she'd met him he'd seemed nice. He had remarried, still made good money and had two other – White – children these days. He had never been cruel to her Mother as far as her Mother had ever revealed ... so why had she jumped on some Black dick and risked such a profitable union?

At the age of twelve, Le was still gangly and under-developed. Puberty was late to the party. Shortly after her Mom's revelation, she began looking at the Black boys at school differently. They were still going from the phase of teasing and bullying girls (and being teased and bullied by some of the bigger girls) to sending the ladies looks of hungry confusion.

No guys ever looked at Le that way back then ... but suddenly she wanted them to. When she entered High School, she was 'introduced' to the Cheer Squad / Football Team dynamic. All the hottest Black guys and most beautiful girls (Black and White) belonged to that top social tier ... and she had no hope of getting in the way she was.

She also had another niggling problem. She was smart and unfortunately, smart girls were NOT what those two groups were looking for.

But, Le had a PLAN. First off, she took up a paper route to make enough money to join the Dance School ... because the Cheerleaders always seemed to pick the HOT girls with dance experience ... and her Mother couldn't afford to send her with what she made.

Secondly, she began purposely getting 25 ~ 35% of all her homework and test answers wrong. Le had to lower her academic profile starting her freshman year so hopefully no one would remember how smart she had been in Middle School. She added to this deception by telling everyone her name was 'Pearl', even the teachers, and always wearing long pig tails because she thought it fed into the "Cutesy" Asian stereotype ... and they bought it.

Lastly, she began working on her physique and fashion sense to make herself more noticeable to the people who really mattered. Her body's natural development helped. Belatedly her hormones kicked in and her breast began to get bigger. Of equal importance, with all her exercise and dedication her 'lower chasse' began getting the boy's notice. When their eyes finally got to her face, they also noticed how exotically different she was.

She enjoyed the first touching ... and kissing. She also knew the unspoken rules: Don't be a skank and put out for just anybody. The Football Team only selected the most choice ladies and that included the ones they didn't consider 'total whores' ~ thus their exclusive property.

She lucked out by having Randi Leigh Upshaw befriend her. Randi Leigh's mother had been a cheerleader back in the day and was currently a school booster and member of the PTA. Sure, Randi Leigh was a condescending, manipulative bitch, but she opened doors into social circles which would have been far harder to breach as an outsider.

And all that degradation and hard work had paid off when the old Cheer Squad Team Captain handed her a cheer uniform, welcomed her to the team and then introduced her to her first gang-bang. Five long hours afterwards, the smiling Captain gave her a 'Morning After' pill and told her were to go to get her IUD. She'd been taking BBC five / six times a week ever since and loving it ... her Mother's infidelity finally understood.

Until, for some bizarre reason, Brandy and Taliyah, this year's Co-Captains, had decided to launch an utterly unlooked for and unwanted rebellion against Darius Pope; Football God and one of the best cocks on the team. Le had been blind-sided, as had all of the other cheerleaders. The only two questions were how much hell was Darius going to put those two through for their impertinence and who would end up in the top spot once he was done.

But then Darius and six other footballers (including two of the other best dicks in Le's estimation) were destroyed in the school parking lot after a game. Her whole world appeared to crumble & changed. Randi Leigh ~ idiotically ~ threw herself at Rashaan as if he could somehow assume Darius' mantle. Le initially supported her because at least Randi Leigh promised a return to the glorious days of orgies and bukkake cum baths.

Wednesday morning, it hadn't taken a telepath, or that guy from Psych, to figure out something serious had happened to both Randi Leigh and Sultana (the other challenger). Randi Leigh couldn't even keep Betty Jo Sterling (her other supporter) in line and poor Betty Jo was easily amused by a laser pointer and kitten emojis for God's sake!

All that led to her being highly suspicious of Taliyah luring her, Vantrice Kirby and Mia Ryker to the Music Room during Lunch Thursday. Taliyah had told them the whole team was meeting yet when Le surreptitiously checked her iPhone App, only Brandy's phone was close by. She was actually kind of terrified some sort of beat-down was in the offing when they stumbled in and found ...

... Mikhail and Vlad Samsonov reclining on the piano cover with a sexual sated ~ no – DEVASTATED – Brandy Crystal Carson curled up between them. Le knew what 'fucked stupid' looked like and Brandy definitely qualified. Vantrice and Mia began protesting (these 'boys' weren't on the Football Team). Le was busy putting 'A' together with 'B' then 'C'.

In this case: (A) Brandy and Taliyah's sudden defiance, (B) Randi Leigh and Sultana's sudden cessation of (serious) resistance and now (C) Brandy's obvious physical pleasure radiating out for all to see. Le's ever-present blow-pop nearly fell out of her mouth in shock. Whatever her other two teammates (Vantrice and Mia) were thinking, Le KNEW she had to have 'some of that'.

"Which one is for me?" she had turned to Taliyah, her carefully crafted 'silly little Asian girl' façade momentarily slipping. Taliyah grinned like the sly fox she thought she was.

"Mikhail is mine, but I can share," she purred as she began to strip. Even as she joined Taliyah in removing her clothing, Le did her own eyeball math. Mikhail was definitely more intrigued with Vantrice than either her, or Mia.

How did she know the difference between the two triplets? Well, anyone who thought it was Mikhail beaten up by Darius' people – not Alexander – was a fool. Darius wouldn't have made that error. Otherwise, Mikhail was looking at them like a starving wolf staring at pieces of meat ... or sheep. Vlad's eyes kept flickering down to Brandy in something a less romantic person could confuse with love. She headed toward Vlad.

"Can you make me happy like Brandy?" Le sashayed toward the middle triplet, socially shedding 60 IQ points along the way. Boys liked them dumb, right?

"Le," he smiled ... not leered, "I think I can make you your own kind of happy," he volleyed back. Okay, that second part was kind of sappy, but he actually recalled her real first name which hadn't happened in over a year.

"Pearl, stop that," Vantrice got indignant. "These White boys ..."

"I want to look like Brandy," Le looked over her shoulder. "Don't you?"

Vantrice stuttered, Mia was indecisive, Taliyah clearly wasn't going to let them bolt without a struggle and Mikhail was closing in to help.

"Sorry Mia, but I have a hunger for Black chicks," he moved the blonde aside.

"What?" from Mia.

"Huh?" from Vantrice and ...

"Best watch yourself, Mister," from Taliyah, all aimed at Mikhail. Le opted to focus on Vlad who was certainly fixated on her.

"I want to taste," she settled down beside him, reaching for his delicious looking piece of man-meat.

"How about we '69'?" he offered.

"I like the way you think," she glowed. Normally they didn't give her the option. Le put her blow-pop on a desk then went to work.

"Eeep!" she squeaked as he effortlessly picked her up and laid her out beside Brandy. He took a few licks of her vulva then ...

"Mia, come over here," he beckoned the blonde girl who seemed to be at loose ends. Le was too busy exploring the texture and taste of his glans and shaft. It was her first White cock ... she'd had thicker ... yet she felt it would be more than enough to satisfy if Vlad's stamina equaled his dimensions ...

"Lay down beside her," Vlad had directed Mia. She still seemed uncertain and Le wanted to keep Vlad happy for the nonce, so she reached up, took Mia by the hand and gently pulled her to her side.

"Aaahhh ..." Mia began purring. Vlad must have been physically stimulating her with his right hand even as his mouth and left hand pleasured her. DAMN ... Vlad knew his stuff.

The real magic began when, after she let him know she was ready ~ which had always been the reason for guys going down on her – to get her engine running ~ Vlad had gone to town on her cunt. He licked, tongue-twirled and nibbled her clit, put three fingers into her snatch and, after some teasing, another in her ass. She'd never had a guy pet her G-spot before, but Vlad did.

Her inarticulate utterances weren't new, but more protracted than she was used to. She recovered quickly, yet not quickly enough to stop her new lover from moving on to Mia who gladly let him go down on her as well. Le had propped herself up and begun to look around when she noticed a reclining Brandy studying the three of them.

"That felt nice – really nice," she communicated after a few seconds.

"Don't I know it," Brandy sighed. She didn't seem to be unhappy with her, or Vlad. There was a pregnant pause as Vlad continued to devote himself to Mia's gratification. "All three triplets are wonderful, but I think I've got the best one."

"Are we ever going to be with the Football Team again?" Le'd wondered.

"Hmmm ..." Brandy frowned then, "Vlad, Pearl isn't convinced."

And then he'd gone and 'convinced' her, which had been odd. For a moment, when he returned to her, he'd seemed distracted, or put out. Once he made eye contact, Le felt as if their whole world contracted down to just the two of them.

Or that was how it had been recalled by Le later as she tried to remember every erotic murmur, sensuous movement, whispered word and tantalizing slap of flesh against flesh. They hadn't fucked. They had made love and until Vlad, she hadn't know the difference. It was sex ... but with the difference being she felt he really gave a damn, and not only about how she felt right then, but how she felt – period. It had been so different ... and exciting ... and so worth repeating.

Which brought her back to today, at Brandy's house, playing around the pool and trying not to pull Vlad aside for another round of whatever he had done to her. Le had been trying to figure out this new pecking order and how to best profit from it. She wasn't so egotistical she thought she could steal Vlad away from Brandy ... she accepted Brandy had more of the feminine traits which drew Vlad's eyes.

Then there was the ravenous way Randi Leigh regarded the young man when she thought Brandy wasn't keeping an eye on her. The way Betty Jo and Alondra teased him was even ...

"You spend a whole bunch of time watching what other people are doing," was whispered into her ear. Le nearly tumbled off the recliner she'd been using.

She was able to catch her blow-pop before it fell out of her mouth with judicious use of her lips thus buying her a little more time and stopping her from gasping in fear. Mrs. Samsonov had snuck up on her.

"Ma ... Ma ... Mrs. Samsonov? Huh?" she was a bit too slow on the comeback.

"You can call me Gayle," the crouched, mature lady regarded her ... much like a feral cat gazing at a frightened field mouse.

"Ah ... okay, Gayle," she hammed it up with a cute tilt of the head. The older woman's eyes narrowed.

"I am beginning to think you aren't quite as dumb as you pretend to be," Gayle murmured. "Now why would that be?"

"What be?" Le played along. Mrs. Samsonov's look became downright menacing.

"I don't like being played for the fool," she whispered. "I'm real sure Vlad and his brothers will be even less amused."

Then, in a flash, the triplet's mother stood and smiled down at her, though Le could sense the humor didn't touch her eyes, or her words. "Have fun this weekend, Pearl. Act dumb around school if you like, but my children and I don't have time for such games."

"I ... Mrs... Gayle, why ... how did you figure it out?" Le's protests went from lame to a whisper. When denial was clearly no longer an option, she wanted to know what she'd done to give herself away.

Gayle studied her for a few ~ very long ~ seconds.

"Smart people can act stupid, but stupid people can't act smart. That being said, really dumb people have bad body posture, often have their mouths open when they don't know what to say ~ not your candy ~ and don't react when they themselves say stupid shit," Gayle enlightened her.

"You make simple statements, but not stupid ones ... like Alondra and Betty Jo do. They stay stupid things while you don't. True, they are dumber than most, but they are the ones you are trying to model yourself after – failing – and failing in a manner a suitably observant person can pick up on. After all, for the past two years, how many guys, or girls, have wanted to test your conversational skills?"

Le was taken aback at how helpful the older lady was and began taking mental notes.

"Are you ... how angry are you with me?" Le worried.

"We accept you've had to deal with different social factors at Davis Consolidated (High School) before we came here. Choices you made last year and before now are in the past. If you don't want to learn from your mistakes – that's on you."

"If we change?"

"You are no longer cum dumps for the Football Teams. You are the Supreme Female Social Organization with the Samsonov boys making sure you won't be abused, or used as sexual trophies.

"But there still will be sex?" Le gulped. Gayle Samsonov's countenance was downright savage.

"Would you do every member of the Football Team, or just my Vlad?" she posed the question (trap). Le really liked the Football gangbangs, blowjobs and bukkake sessions. Her hunger to embrace the madness which had turned her Mother away from her (White) Father and brought her (Le) into existence came into conflict with her desire to recapture the personal experience she'd shared with Vlad.

"Isn't he mostly interested in Brandy?"

"He's devoted to Brandy, but Brandy will let him spend time with you as long as you support Brandy and Taliyah ... plus you keep Vlad's interest because it is the right thing to do," Mrs. Samsonov explained. Le wasn't used to thinking of either Brandy, or Taliyah, as magnanimous, except ...

"Do Brandy and Taliyah confide in you?" Le made an educated leap. Of course, Taliyah's mother was opposed to all things Fonteneau ... but here she was, chaperoning the same party, and Brandy had been utterly under Darius' spell at the start of the year ... yet clearly was now madly devoted to Gayle's middle son.

Gayle's grin lost some of its hostile quality.

"Clever indeed."

Le gave a shy smile in response.

"Enjoy the weekend, Pearl. Open up to Vlad if you get the chance. He's not intimidated by smart women, he likes reading ... not as much as sex, but he's still happy to learn ... and teach," Gayle imparted. As she walked away, Le had to wonder how her whole world had transformed ... no ~ evolved. She hoped it was evolving into something much more intriguing than what they were all surrendering. She jumped up and ran to catch up with the older woman. There was so much more she could learn ...

[VICTORIA 'MAD VICKY' OREM]

"Come on, Alexander, join us beating up these cheerleader-bitches," Vicky pleaded with the oldest Samsonov triplet. She'd scampered over to him because her team needed the help and she wasn't sure Kaelyne would be able to return with Mikhail (and Taliyah) from inside.

Currently it was her, Kaelyne, Vlad, Sgt. Louisa Petrakis (the State Cop) and Ms. Blanchard versus Missy Brandy, Sultana, Noémie Lucie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn. With the size, or lack thereof, of herself and Kaelyne, the plan was to replace Ms. Blanchard and the Sarge with Mikhail and/or Alexander.

"I'm still busted up," he grinned up at her.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a wimp," she teased him, her fists on her thin, boney hips and thrust out her small chest. Her brand new white, string bikini shown on her tan-less body with the top being so conservative with the fabric it consisted of little more than two tringles kept together by their tie strings. If only she'd had more than 'A' cup sized boobs to fill them ...

"Well, if you can pull me up, I'll do my best," he conceded. Sure, she was 90 lbs. soaking wet while he was 220 lbs., but Vicky was fearless and determined to avenge the earlier pool massacre. She yanked, yanked, made some progress then went for a two hand grip on his left hand. Alexander reversing things, lightning-quick and pulled her down across his body, catching her by surprise.

"Hey!" she protested quite vocally.

"I'd like to kiss you," Alexander requested passionately.

SHOCK – pleasure – leaning down into Alexander ... and nipping his nose.

"Ow," he complained.

"Took you long enough," Vicky teased him.

Alexander's sudden, expressive and very public sign of affection had been the last thing she'd expected. Yes, they had exchanged sexually charged barbs and erotic innuendo for the past few days ... but honestly, Vicky had felt the Samsonov she craved was beyond her. She KNEW all the cheerleaders were better looking and even Kaelyne had bigger boobs. Even the 'old ladies' were disappointingly curvaceous, busty and intriguing ~ at least to the guys.

"Am I going to get that kiss?" Alexander brightened up.

"I don't know," she vaulted onto his recliner so she ended up straddling his stomach just above the top of his trunks. "I kinda like the idea of sexually torturing you," she added as she sat down ... on him.

"Vicky!" Kaelyne reappeared out of the house with Mikhail. "Are you two coming?"

"Ocupado!" Vicky triumphantly pronounced. Only then, with her palms placed on Alexander's muscular pectorals, did she lean in for that kiss.

"Yippee!" Kaelyne whooped back. She truly was Vicky's best friend.

"Hey Vicky, don't break him," Mikhail added in his own teasing.

"I make no promises," Vicky shot back loudly and proudly. In reality, she had zero sexual experience. She had just had her first kiss ... which was warm, wet and wonderful ... and she was totally virgin.

Vicky had never fit in, battled with ADHD most of her life and had never felt the desire to conform to any of the norms of Kingston, or Davis County. Her hair was always off-color, her only true friend was a shy, introverted, gun-loving lesbian nearly as physically under-developed as she was and, despite the oft-promise of pain, she'd never knuckled under to the bullies.

Her musical tastes were unknown bands from other continents and she despised the Sports Religion, so she had expected to serve out her High School years in social exile ... but the arrival of the Samsonov's had changed all that. Now she was at a Pool Party with the Cheer Squad ~ even though as an addendum to Kaelyne ~ and sexually taunting one hunk of a guy.

They kissed twice more before Vicky began serpentining down his body. Lips caressed Alexander's chin, Adam's apple and sternum. Awkwardly, she reached a hand between them and between her spread legs, patting her partner's swimsuit. It took him a few seconds to figure out what Vicky was searching for.

"Ummm," he coughed, somewhat embarrassed. Vicky was turning out to be far more physically aggressive than he'd assumed. "It has ... aaahhh ... expanded down my left leg."

"Oh!" Vicky popped up, giving Alexander a wicked grin like some demented pixie. "Thanks."

She was doubly pleased. He was both not so offended as to be put off plus he was aroused. Check that ~ triply pleased! Alexander's Baloney Pony was HUGE!! (In her inexperienced estimation). She grabbed that manly earthworm and began maneuvering it 'due north'. Soon it was rubbing beneath her covered vulva. Wiggling on it felt wonderful.

Alexander's moan was almost as pleasing.

"Ooohhh ..." she taunted him, "does someone lllliiiikkkkeee that?"

Alexander gave two, pained nods.

What 'Mad Vicky' lacked in real world expertise she compensated for with a rich, diverse and ignored 'For 18+' warning labels, internet history.

She pushed herself up slowly, adding an extra twist to her wicked grin when Alexander's eyes flickered to her bikini-top covered assets. Her own quick assessment revealed that while her breasts remained small, her puffy areolas and thick, stubby nipples were flushed with blood and making indentations against her scanty covering. As she kept pushing up, Vicky couldn't help but feel victorious.

She had Alexander's cock angling toward his belly button (with the tip no longer contained by his trunks) which had the added benefit of the muscle separating her labia (though equally under wraps). Damn, it felt fine! Vicky was now perpendicular to Alexander's reclining form. Her guy / victim was totally focused on her. The only thing which could make things better was to ... Hehehehe ... rub it in.

Vicky raised her arms over her head, fingers interlocked then began gyrating and rocking back and forth on his aroused rod.

"Oh Yeah!" she exulted. Things only got better.

After a few cycles, Alexander propped himself up with his right elbow and reached out with his left hand, placing it just below her right breast.

Vicky figured he was testing her reactions. She was positively luminescent. The oldest Samsonov triplet took that as permission to move three fingers up so he could began playing with her erect nipple through her top. That felt sssoooo fine too. The better kept getting better.

"Hey!" Misty Dawn Sizemore protested. "What's that little freak doing with OUR guy?"

Yep! Vicky's soul soared. She'd stolen a guy the cheerleaders wanted. She was doing her rendition of a barrel-riding/pole-dancing girl routine on top of him for all of those bitches to see. And the better just kept on coming.

"You like?" she resumed her taunting. Alexander nodded again. His words were unexpected.

"I really like your body, Vicky," he expressed with such genuine openness and innocent trust it caused the tiny temptress to pause.

"You do, don't you?" she barely annunciated.

"Yeah. These nipples look absolutely delicious, you have this pert, tight little ass that wiggles every time you take a bouncing step and your smile is luminous, Vicky. Has no one has ever told you that before?"

She digested his compliments and more before deciding he both was not playing her and was really, really sweet.

"No," she added a little extra wiggle, "You would be the first." Pause. "So, you like watching my ass?"

"Behave," Gayle Samsonov shouted from across the pool. She and Pearl Yates were walking together down to the lawn set aside for the volleyball match.

So many replies ...

"But I don't want to," Vicky faux-whined. "He's so yummy."

"I wasn't talking to you, Vicky. I was warning my eldest," Gayle laughed.

"I don't want to, Ma," Alexander joined the protest. "She's so yummy!"

"Don't make me come over there," Gayle stopped and shook her finger in their direction. Alexander flopped down and groaned. He even draped his left elbow over his eyes.

"Does this mean we stop?" Vicky get gyrating on his cock.

"I'm afraid so. Going against my Ma is dangerous. Her mean-streak is legendary among those lucky enough to be left alive," he moaned. "Trust me, Vicky" he moved his arm so they were making long, in depth eye contact once more, "I'll get you later."

"What about all the other girls?" she play-pouted. She was really loving this banter.

"Can I leave it at 'Mom's evil plan requires me and my Brothers to romance the Cheer Squad'... please?" Alexander frowned. Vicky wanted to know more. Accepting anything with blind obedience wasn't in her. "You are the one who engages me. I confess I didn't see you right away. I had some other crap on my mind, but I see you now and I'm honest about really liking what you're showing."

Pause.

"You are still going to fuck me, right?" she ground her crotch down on his cock.

"Hell yeah," he coughed. "Can't you feel how hard you are making me?"

"Teehee," Vicky giggled. "Just don't go all around school bragging about it," she reiterated an earlier exchange they'd shared. "I'm not that kind of girl." Total Lie.

"As I recall you are a 'write her name on the bathroom stalls' kind of girl," he laughed.

Vicky snickered.

"Don't make me have to tattoo my name on your dick," she faux-threatened.

"Ouch," Alexander winched. "Have I told you how much I adore your ass?"

"And my eyes," she preened. She gave his cock one more vigorous circuit of stimulation then dismounted. "Let's go play volleyball before your Mamma has to come back up here and kick my adorable little ass."

"How about we go down and you sit in my lap as we watch?" he offered instead. "I'm kind of still in a great deal of pain. Cracked ribs and all."

"Fine," Vicky began pulling the large man-boy up, "Kaelyne and I will tag in and out because, while I like that dick, I still want to kick some cheerleader butt."

"Are you any good at volleyball," he asked as they hobbled down to the gathering, his left arm draped over her shoulders.

"Never played before in my life. I rocked at tetherball in Kindergarten. How much harder can this be?" Vicky joked.

Alexander snorted. Vicky was soaking up the jealous, angry looks being sent her way as she helped him approach. Would she pay for her usurpation later? Most likely, but the promise of retribution from those who thought they were better than her had never stopped her before ... and they certainly weren't going to stop her now. This was turning out to be one of the best days of her life.

[TALIYAH & DOMINIQUE]

Taliyah found her Mother in the Carson's den running her finger over various books on the shelf while drinking a tall glass of 'something'.

"Mamma, how are you going to fix this?" she started off. Dominique looked over her shoulder then slowly turned around, a rather unhappy look on her face.

"Baby, there is no fixing what's wrong with your Daddy and I."

"Mamma!" Taliyah shouted.

"Hold up there," Dominique glared, "and let me finish." She waited until she was sure her daughter was both going to hold her tongue, and stay. "What is wrong with your Father and I goes way beyond what happened over the past two weeks, or that tramp, Riley."

"She (Riley) fucked Vlad," Taliyah muttered darkly.

"I'm aware of that." Sensing her daughter's uncertainty, "I have a pair of working ears as well, Taliyah." Taliyah blushed. "I'm also aware of you and Mikhail, but I'm not going to give you any shit over that ... given the circumstance." Dominique left unspoken her own guilt of going downstairs and fucking Vlad as well.

"I don't even like that asshole (Mikhail)."

"Tell that lie to someone who doesn't know your heart so well," Dom snorted and Taliyah became angrier. "Oh, I agree he makes you furious at times, but don't lie to me, or to yourself, and tell me you don't feel his absence when he's away."

"Like you and Daddy?" Taliyah pressed.

"Once," Dominique sighed. "Once a long, long time ago when I had a very different vision of the man. He's had plenty of time to destroy the love I once had for him, that's for damn sure," she then took a sip of her drink.

"Mamma!"

"Baby, Riley ain't the first, or even the one hundredth ... hole your Father has cheated on me with. He was whoring around before we got hitched. He whored around when I was pregnant with you too."

"Why did you put up with it?" Taliyah softened.

"What was I going to do? I am a Black woman with ambitions and this is backwoods, Christian Conservative Arkansas, not free-wheeling, Liberal New York City."

"Just as bad to my way of thinking, his worthless ass would have taken half our assets, child. He's never had a single business venture which hasn't done anything but crash and burn. His 'friends' are an endless sinkhole of 'gifts' and 'loan's ~ of MY money ~ the money your Grandfather and Great-Grandfather broke their backs, and risked their hides, for."

"Taliyah, it isn't like I haven't given him chance after chance. I've set down boundaries and he's found ways to weasel around them. I know for a fact he's embezzled hundreds of thousands of dollars from the fortune your Grandfather and Great-grandfather busted their humps to leave to me – and you ... and he hasn't contributed a damn thing," Dom ground her teeth. "And I'm sick of it."

"But ... what's Daddy going to do without you?"

"I'm already working on the 'settlement'. Your Father and I aren't going to officially split up until after I win the Senate seat, but if he doesn't accept my deal, I'm going to send him to prison for all the money he's stolen. Trust me, Taliyah, your Daddy has always been a man to run away from a crisis."

"What does that mean?" Taliyah worried.

"This never goes beyond you and me," Dom spoke in a low voice while staring at her daughter. It took Taliyah several seconds to nod. "Promise me."

"I promise, Mamma."

"I know for a fact your Father and my Brother – your Uncle – raped Gayle Fonteneau / Samsonov."

Taliyah gulped then whispered, "How?"

"I was outside my Father's door when Leon came running home after what they'd done. Oh, he knew he'd fucked up something horrible and so did my Daddy," Dominique continued.

"My Daddy sat your Uncle down and had him go over the whole thing ... how Gayle biked into town, gave back attitude when Demetrius 'played' with her and how they hustled her behind the laundromat when they realized no one else was around. Leon thought they were just going to scare her ... but Gayle pulled out a knife and slashed Rufus ... at which point things got out of hand."

"They raped that girl. All of them did and then they took her broken body a few miles outside of town and dumped her in the woods like so much trash. Leon thought they'd killed her," Dominique took a deep sigh. "But not Gayle Fonteneau. She crawled back to the road and was discovered by the Fonteneau's Warden."

"By the time my Father could get some of his boys out there, word had already gotten out about the rape ... so he went into damage control mode ... to save your Uncle from spending the rest of his life in prison. Daddy's lies worked and we'd have been safe ... except for your Uncle's 'friends'. Once they figured out they were going to get away with it, those fools began bragging around town what had happened."

"Daddy got word the head of the Fonteneau, Mikhail's Great-Aunt Matilda – through her spies – had put together a list of the perpetrators. He wanted to get Leon out of town – enlist in the Navy – I think. Apparently Gayle's twin brother got hold of that list as well and came to town looking for the fellas responsible."

"What I didn't find out until years later ~ before you were born ~ was your Daddy was there when that scrawny, 15 year old psychopath with a kitchen knife and a tire iron found them – those five, big, strong, Black bucks. Theo Fonteneau tore through them like a tornado – stabbing and breaking bones ... and your Daddy ran away and left his 'buddies' there to get crippled ... hospitalized ... mangled for life."

"Oh, he was brave enough after the others disarmed a teenage White girl, but when ..." Dominque hesitated. "Taliyah, Theo Fonteneau is nothing like your Samsonov boys – or their Father. He's a rail of a man, about 5'9" and maybe 160 lbs. Back then, he was even smaller. You know how big Demetrius is ... Darius' Daddy ... those BIG men did that to a slip of a girl ..."

Taliyah's mind was reeling ...

"How do you know what Theo Fonteneau is like now?" she mumbled.

"Oh ... when Gayle came back to town, I had Demetrius – the ex-Chief – make a few law enforcement inquiries about that still-at-large lunatic. He's out there, somewhere, wanted in connection to about three dozen assassinations across the Globe."

"Holy Shit!" Taliyah gulped. "Are you and Daddy ...?"

"Theo Fonteneau has had plenty of time to come back here and settle up with the Last Three for two decades and hasn't," Dominique shrugged. "He's a crack shot and can live off the land. The Army trained him how to be a real killer ~ one of their Green Beret snipers."

"But now Gayle – Mrs. Samsonov is back in town," Taliyah added.

"Yeah," Dominique took another sip. "Yeah ..." let that thought trail off.

"Do you think 'she' has forgiven Daddy?"

"Pthah," scoffed Dominique. "That woman ain't forgiven shit, Childe. I doubt it is in her."

"But the two of you seem to be ... I don't know ... getting along?"

"Getting along?" the older Black woman shook her head. "You've heard of the saying keep your friends close – your enemies closer?" Taliyah nodded. "That is what I'm doing."

Dominique couldn't confide in her daughter the real motivation ~ all the money and influence the hated Fonteneau was channeling her way. That would have made Taliyah think her Mamma was corruptible. The 'fact' Dominique consoled herself with was she planned to use the Fonteneau money to carry on her Pappy's and Grandpappy's Civil Rights crusade on a larger ~ statewide ~ stage.

The aching hunger in her loins which burned within her whenever she saw Vlad really, truly wasn't worth getting into with her only child. Dominique couldn't bring herself to hate Brandy for wanting to monopolize that young man's attention. She had secretly hoped their lunchtime encounter would be a letdown ~ less stellar than their first session ... but it hadn't. If anything, Vlad was growing as a lover ... which further complicated things.

"So," Taliyah moped, "what are you going to do?" She knew it was a Fool's Errand to ask her Daddy to do anything about this mess ~ his mess.

"First I win the State Senate Seat," Dominique sighed. "Then I build up my own political machine. After that ... what are your thoughts about Howard University?"

"What about it?" Taliyah's brow furrowed over this change in direction.

"With the Fonteneau money, a run for a Congressional Representative seat is a real possibility, Taliyah. That means some time in Washington (D.C.) and if you were going to college there ... it wouldn't be so bad plus I could give your father the house here in Kingston and move us into one of our rental properties," the matriarch 'suggested'.

"I'm kind of thinking ... about where Brandy is going to go to college as well as me," Taliyah hedged. Dominique gave her a sly grin over what wasn't said.

"I could ask Gayle to 'suggest' to her boys they go to Georgetown ~ that's in D.C. too. I'm sure Brandy wouldn't mind going to a Historically Black University ... that much."

"Mamma, she's not like that anymore ... and I doubt she ever will be again," her daughter emphasized that last point. How could she describe to her Mother the magic Vlad had over her without ... getting into the same pull she felt toward Mikhail?

Dominique Malik snorted.

"Gayle Fonteneau has more money than the NRA and Southern Baptist Convention ... combined. She wants you and Brandy in Howard, she'll find a way to bribe your way into Howard ... just like she'll find a way to get her boys into Georgetown," Mamma Malik pledged.

"At what price?" Taliyah was no dummy.

"Most likely my help in destroying the other two," Dom confided.

"Who would those be?"

"Rashaan's Papa ~Demetrius Quinterre, and Darius' Pa – Xerxes Pope."

Taliyah tried and failed to feel sorry for either man. She'd come to hate their sons and their sons had proven to be the same caliber of men as their sires ~ bastards with a veneer of civility (as in Darius' case), or men devoid of a moral compass (or a spine) because that wasn't what their Pa wanted their son to have (as in the case of Rashaan). At a more primitive level, the forces arrayed in support of Mr. Quinterre and Mr. Pope were arrayed against her new man (Mikhail)... so her battle lines were surprisingly clear ... for once.

Even with the Cheer Squad, the three Samsonov boys and two geeks, she and Brandy were going to be horribly outnumbered. They'd need another high-powered ally. Two would be even better.

"Mamma, how do I get someone like Jewel Lafontaine on our side?" the youngster plumbed the depth of her elder's political lore.

"Trade what she wants for what you want her to do for you – preferably a commodity you can keep control over while she performs those favors because you can't trust someone of her character. She leave corpses in her wake without apologizes. Control what she wants and she will play ball. Lose control and she'll dump you like a hot rock," Dom studied her daughter. "What do you have in mind?"

"She likes Vlad," Taliyah brought up.

"Well, for fuck's sake, let them know of your plan," Dom shook her head. From what Dominique could clearly see on her daughter's face, the younger woman was not a believer. In contrast, in the short time they'd spent together, that boy and his Pa had deeply impressed the ambitious Arkansas politician. "Taliyah, you are doing you and Brandy a disservice by assuming all boys are a derivation of Darius, or Rashaan. A rare few will struggle to not disappoint you as long as you don't disappoint them."

"So, not like my Papa," Taliyah moped.

"Exactly," Dominique kept with the 'tough love'. "Baby Child, if they missed one of your dance recitals they'd promised to be at, you could assume there had been a nation-wide, or at least state-wide, catastrophe the menfolk had to respond to – nothing less."

"You think Mikhail's like that?" she tilted her head ~ a clear sign she loved the boy – well, shit-sticks.

"Actually I think Mikhail would show up on his motorcycle and offer you a chance to ride out with him to witness the chaos ~ he's got a weird vibe that way," Dom smirked.

For a brief moment, Taliyah was brittle-angry and defensive about her 'Man' ... then the words seeped through and she felt in her heart her Mother was correct. He'd offer her the chance to revel in the anarchy ... and to help his brothers because that's what he would be doing. But she realized he would make the effort to show up and make the offer, damn him!

"Yeah," Taliyah nodded, "Mikhail is ten kinds of crazy ... but that makes him so much more fun." So much more fun than life here in Kingston as the Mayor's daughter ... as Rashaan's girlfriend ... and as a pawn in Darius' world. Hell yeah, ten times the crazy, but ten times the fun too! "I really have to get him to give me motorcycle lessons," Taliyah grew deeply serious.

"Childe, those contraptions are dangerous!" Mamma Malik protested.

"Ya, but that is part of their charm," Taliyah grinned back. Maybe she couldn't save her Mother and Father's marriage. She'd made the effort with her Mamma. She'd make a serious run at her Father later this week ... just to be fatally sure things were over between the two ... and then she'd go back to tending to her own life ... and things like learning to ride side by side with Mikhail wherever they decided to go.

Sure, her guy wasn't aware of her plans for him and 'them', but he'd come around. She already had his Mamma's permission to apply corrective measures to the most pig-headed of the Samsonov triplets and Taliyah was sure this was an endurance contest she could win. Besides, she would figure out ways to make this fun for him too ~ another 'life lesson' from the Queen Bitch [Mrs. Samsonov].

It didn't suck that Jewel Lafontaine wanted Brandy's man, not hers. Brandy really didn't appreciate the danger yet, but she would. And Taliyah would be there to help her keep Vlad in their orbit too. Brandy had her share of misfortune this year and, as her BFF, it was part of Taliyah's duty to help turn things around. Besides, keeping the well-intentioned Vlad out of the cruel orbit of Jewel would be great fun for Mikhail as well ... uniting Brandy, Mikhail & Taliyah in bonds all the stronger. After all, once Jewel set her sights on Vlad, he'd need all the help he could get to escape her evil clutches.

{TO BE CONTINUED ...}

Cheer Squad (12 Girls: 4 Black, 6 White and 2 Mixed)

[3] (B) ` Sultana Berry (Very Light skinned ~ fawn complexioned)

[2] (W) * Brandy Crystal Carson [Co-Captain] pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Breasts – Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.

Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-white' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled – each a perfect hemisphere. Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks (no shoes) that finished off her delectable image.

[3] (M) * Noémie Lucie Desdunes (Creole) with long, deep brown, wavy locks, golden-brown skin and sporty build, and honey-colored eyes.

[1] (W) * Amber Lee Huffington (Brunette)

[3] (B) ` Vantrice Kirby (Very Dark ~ umber) (dyed florescent red-black striped, shoulder-length hair)

[3] (B) ^ Alondra Lamb (Very Light ~ tawny) – [Dumb as a stump] the medium-brown beauty. Alondra had kinky, black hair with blonde highlights. Hazel eyes. Alondra was taller by a few inches. Brandy had the larger bust and hips. Alondra's buttock were accentuated to the top while Brandy's were more balanced hemispheres. I couldn't tell whose smile I liked more.

[3] (B) * Taliyah Malik [Co-Captain] her skin is dark, the complexion of dark chocolate with barely a hint of dilution. Her hair is long, black and straightened with pronounced bangs and a quarter-curl just past the shoulders. The rest of her hair is pulled back in a braid often secured with a bow whose color changes from day to day though in alternating school colors on 'game days'. Her coppery-fringed brown eyes are as dark as cooked coffee beans which flick around any gathering, weighing the words of anyone who speaks, girl, or boy.

He ass is a work of art, more consideration given to the upper half of the hemisphere than on most girls yet almost all muscle with only the slightest sheathing of fatty tissue to give it a more gentle shape. Her breasts are the same way ~ a firm, almost pert, C-cup, without a hint of sag which have this hypnotic jiggle when she is performing her gymnastic maneuvers, or stomping on Mikhail. The rest of her body conforms to that of a young woman sculpted by regular exercise and constant physical activity.

More of a 5'8", or 9" to Brandy's 5'4", but she carries it so well, being slightly more slender to Brandy's solid compactness. She is just as likely to be seen walking around with a haughty demeanor with a cutting remark to any student who is not obsequious enough, fast enough. This is HER school after all.

[2] (W) ` Mia Ryker (blonde)

[1] (W) * Misty Dawn Sizemore (Russet) Cousin of 'Buck'

[3] (W) ^ Betty Jo Starling (Blonde) Dumb as a stump.

[2] (W) ^ Randi Leigh Upshaw (Brunette) Her long, brunette hair, normally in a ponytail. Her mahogany skin (she was White, but tanned well) appears more flushed than normal, her small nipples are a bright crimson with her half-dollar-sized areolas being a rich reddish-brown.

[2] (M) ^ Le 'Pearl' Yates – (Midnight Black) Has mid-length hair, half-Vietnamese/half-Black [plays dumb, but is actually really very smart] Lustrous-golden brown skin, one eye grey, the other blue, of medium height, lithe with smallish firm breasts and a tight ass. Midnight-black hair (often worn in pig-tails), and sucks on blow-pops.