Sara stared at his cock. "Are you gonna... fuck me now?"
Al reached around her and started playing with her nipples. "Actually, no."
"Oh, I thought... uhh that you would... uhh you know, want to, to fuck me now that my clothes are off and I'm... uhh naked."
Al continued, "Ya know, one of the things we noticed in your fantasies is that you think a lot about guys fuckin' ya but you never, ever, suck any dick. Don'tya like suckin' cock?"
Sara didn't know how to answer. She was thinking frantically. "Shit! This is a lose-lose proposition if I ever saw one. No matter what I say, these guys are gonna be puttin' their dicks in me in as many ways they can think of. The best thing is to avoid pissin' 'em off. I'm just gonna do what they want and try to not make things any worse."
"Uhh, hello. So do you like to suck dick?"
Sara takes a deep breath. "Uhh, well, the truth is, not as much as I like to fuck. It's like for guys, it's better for you if your dick's in a girl's va.., sorry, pussy or mouth. Right?" She knows not to wait for an answer so plows on. "And besides, the mouth doesn't have all the nerves and stuff that a cunt has. Ya know like a clitor.., a clit and a G-spot. And a mouth doesn't get all hot and tingly and it doesn't get all slick so ya know you're getting' turned on. The mouth is, like, like a one way street, ya know, to give guys pleasure but not for girls and that's why in my fantasies I don't think about suckin' a guy's cock. OK?
"Not bad" she thought, "you sounded like a real ditz."
Butch looked at her for a minute. "What about kissin'? That feels good so doesn't that make it like a sex organ?"
"Ohgod! Think, girl, think, she thought.
"Well it's not a sex organ, like, say, uhh, the clitor..., clit. Nobody ever came from kissin', but a girl can have an orgasm, sorry, can cum from just playin' with her clit. The mouth is like a, a, a, a remote sensor. It just gathers information for the brain. Well, not just gather cuz it does send information too. To the other person, ya know, like to tell them that you like them or to make them feel good, like sucking and licking a guy's dick, or like his nipples."
"Or like his balls", Al interjected.
"Yes, yes, like his balls.
She paused briefly. "Is this making any sense. In my fantasies, you're making me do things. I suppose you could make me suck your dicks and that should turn me on cuz you're making me do it. Although, I'd probably suck you even if you weren't making me do it but because I wanted you to feel good. Or..., to get you to do more stuff to me. Or, to get you hard so you could fuck me. But that's getting you to do stuff to me, isn't it?"
Al nodded, "There's another reason for you to suck my cock."
"There is? What? What's that?", she asked.
"Best reason of all. Well, second best reason. Pain."
"Oh. No, no, you don't have to do that. I'll do whatever you want me to. You don't have to hurt me. No, no need."
"What if Fred had sores on his dick, oozin' puss. Would you suck his dick?"
"Ohgod! I... I uhh, I don't know. Yes, yes, I'd do it, but I'd probably throw up."
"Even if that made Fred feel bad?"
"I wouldn't mean to make him feel bad, but pus, oh that's really gross."
"Sara, you need ta know what can happen if ya don't do something we want ya to. It's called a negative stimulus. Some people'd just call it pain."
"No, ohno, you won't have to do that. You won't have to hurt me."
"You need ta know what kinda pain we're talking about. You ever been spanked?"
"Yes, a little. And you read in my diary, that turns me on sometimes."
"We did. So that wouldn't be a very effective negative stimulus for you. Would it?"
"No..., not really," she said, puzzled.
"Have you ever been caned?"
Her eyes widened. "Ohshit, no, never."
"That's a pretty nice woodshop ya got in the basement," Fred joined in. "There's a lotta wood stored there for projects and stuff."
"Uhh, yeah, the previous owner left everything... as a part of the deal."
"Yeah, he left all kindsa stuff, like this dowel I got here."
"A dowel, yeah, ohshit, look, I'll do everything you want. Please don't hit me with that. Please." Her eyes opened wide and locked on the dowel.
"Sara, Sara, calm down. We're just gonna give ya a sample so you know what it's like. You know, like only one stroke, and that not even that hard.
"Ya know, you're sayin' you're gonna do anything we want ya to but here ya are tellin' us not to do somethin' that ain't all that bad."
She was thinking hard about how to avoid getting them angry. "I have to keep them focused on my fantasies and the best way to do that is to play along so they don't start thinking about other things. This is going to hurt but I have to do it.
"I know, I know. Ok, here, I'll stick my ass out. Is that better?"
"Yeah! That's the spirit." Fred moved to her right and she turned her head to follow him. "I'm gonna tap where I'm gonna hit ya. See, right here on top where it won't bother ya when ya sit down." He tapped gently on the upper side of her ass.
Butch had moved to her left where she wouldn't see him raising his dowel to hit her when she wasn't expecting it. He waited until Fred moved his dowel up as if to hit her then brought his dowel down smartly with a sharp "Crack".
Sara jerked as her her eyes opened wide and she screamed, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Owowowow, shit that hurts! You tricked me!"
Butch responded, "Yeah, we did, but see, that didn't hurt that much. I only hit ya less than half hard. If ya knew it was comin' it woulda been worse. And if we haveya do it fur real, you'll be countin' each stroke out loud."
