Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 48 of 48
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: Mg oral ir Mf MF MMf anal 1st

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 48

        When Frank awakened again, it was much later -- he could feel it.
He could also feel lips giving him a cock massage again.  "Keerist!" he
grunted, taking a blind swipe at Adele's big ass.

        ...Only it wasn't there.  Discovering him to be awake, the owner of
the lips shifted positions to straddle his chest, but the ass involved
definitely wasn't Adele's; for one thing, it was maybe half the size -- and
so was the rest of the attached body.  "Hey!" Frank grunted.  He grabbed the
half-pint by the hips to lift her away, but she grabbed his balls -- and
refused to release either them OR his cock!  "What the fuck?  Ow!"

        The smaller version of Adele -- Alyssa? -- showed up in the doorway
in a very fetching baby-doll nightie, took one look, and yelled, "Mama!
Brie's all over Mr. Frank!"  Then she turned back and shrugged, "She's in
the shower."

        "Get her off!"

        Alyssa shook her head.  "Waste of time.  There will just be a long
argument, after which she'll find a way to blow you, anyway.  Relax and
enjoy it."

        "It's... wrong!" Frank argued.

        "Maybe.  Maybe not.  If I was to try to count how many times she's
wrapped her lips around somebody's dick in the past couple of weeks, I'd run
out of fingers.  If anyone is going to get into trouble, it probably won't
be you."  Alyssa grinned maliciously, adding, "Why don't you lick her?  She
might get distracted..."

        Frank thought about it.  The little split in front of his nose
looked tasty and smelled wonderful -- dark chocolate lips open to display a
shocking pink core with a cute pearly clit sticking up from below, in this
position.  It was damp and shiny, too; all in all it looked sort of like a
cherry cordial after you took your first bite.  The little shit had let up
on his balls, but was still working them with her fingers -- and she was
vacuuming the Hell out of his cock...  "Fuck it."  He stuck his tongue into
the open valley, giving it a swipe.  The taste wasn't chocolate, and it
wasn't cherry, but it was fresh -- and indefinably young.  The mouth around
his cock went "Oooohng!" -- but didn't go anywhere.

        "Okay, you little shit," Frank grunted.  "Let's see who wins THIS
one!"  He went seriously to work on Brie's clit and labia with his lips and
tongue.

        He won -- forty-five seconds later, Brie screamed around his cock --
but it didn't mean anything; she didn't let up.  By then, Frank had given up
-- it wasn't as if she wasn't doing a good job...  Still, Frank had had a
busy night; it took Brie another four or five minutes to finish him, and it
didn't seem to him like she got much.  "Was it worth it?" he grunted.  "Your
mama took most of the good stuff..."

        Brie turned to look at him, smiling, her eyes alight.  "It was
enough.  Besides, getting there is half the fun!  Thank you for what you
did!"

        "You're welcome," Frank replied, grinning.  "Promise me you'll visit
me in jail on alternate Sundays..."

        Brie stuck her tongue out.  "Only somebody stupid would try to put
you in jail because I sucked you -- especially if they got a look at the
list of boys I've sucked!"

        "Yeah?  What about men, Honey?  How many men you done?"

        Brie grimaced.  "Uhh..."

        "See?  All they gotta do is draw a line and I'm toast -- so when
you're forty, you gotta come see me every two weeks for conjugal visits..."
Frank grinned at her.

        Brie cocked her head.  "Did you make Mama happy?"

        Frank shrugged.  "I think so, but you gotta ask her."

        Brie giggled.  "I'll come see you."

        "Okay.  Get up -- I gotta pee, now."  Brie bounced up and Frank
dragged himself out of bed.

        Adele came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and in make-up.
Spotting Brie, she said, "I'm not responsible for what she does to you."

        Frank chuckled.  "That can be argued.  Where you headed?"

        "Work.  No rest for the wicked."  She grew serious.  "I had a nice
time.  More than nice."

        "I did, too."

        "We can do this again, if you want."

        "Next Friday?" Frank grinned.

        "I'll plan on it if you like."

        Frank sighed.  "I don't see us showin' each other off to our
friends, do you?"

        "Is that a no?"

        "No, I'm just thinkin' we got limits."

        "Probably."  She eyed him.  "I can work within them, I think."

        "Awright, we can scare my neighbors next time -- how's that?"

        "I'll look forward to it."  Adele turned to Alyssa.  "Cook him
breakfast or something -- I would, but I have to go.  Or make Brie do it --
the little vampire!"

        Alyssa grinned.  "Okay, Mama."

        "Bye!"  Adele squeezed Frank's hand quickly and took off.

        "Y'all don't have to do nuthin'," Frank muttered.  "I'll throw my
clothes on and hit the street."

        "No, it's okay -- and Mama wants it, so...  Brie!  Get in the
kitchen!  Mama wants us to cook the man something!"  Alyssa turned back to
him.  "Eggs and bacon okay?"

        "That's fine.  If y'all got a spare towel, I'll hit the shower."

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        Martin awakened in Candace's bed.  After hitting the bathroom to
urinate and wash up, he threw his clothes back on and went looking for her,
finding her in the kitchen reading the paper and drinking coffee in a light
robe.  "Did the others leave?" he asked.

        Candace shrugged.  "They must have -- I haven't heard anything."
Clearly, she couldn't care less.  "The construction people will be along any
minute," she added, glancing at the clock.  It was a clear dismissal.

        "Thanks."  Martin didn't dally.  Candace was decorative, and she was
a pretty good fuck, but she was demanding and self-centered to a fault --
not to mention seriously high-maintenance.  Martin thought he might avail
himself of her charms again at some point, but a relationship wasn't in the
cards; Candace's primary relationship was undoubtedly with herself.  It
galled him that she didn't even offer coffee...

        As for Candace, she was deliberately being standoffish.  Martin had
done well -- very well, actually -- but that brought its own concerns.  What
did you do to get a grip on a man if you fucked him on the first date?
Besides, as nice as he was, did she WANT a man?  Marriage would disrupt her
pattern of existence, and he didn't look like he could support her in the
manner to which she'd become accustomed.  Best to leave things at an
occasional roll in the hay...  There was another thought process running
around underneath that one -- but she carefully ignored it.

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        Tabitha was standing in front of her apartment block when Randy and
Damian pulled up in the van; she lived in low-income housing, of course.
She was holding a backpack and wearing jean shorts and a halter-top -- which
pointed up her lack of any serious bust -- and flip-flops.

        "Any trouble?" Randy asked.

        "No.  I think Momma was thrilled to death.  Jason is off somewhere
and the other two know better than to get seen too much.  I think she's
planning a party."  Tabitha looked downcast.  Randy had to wonder what it
felt like to be an inconvenience to your own mother.

        "Well, you'll be busy today, if everything goes the way I think it
will," Randy assured her.  "Get in the pickup behind us."

        Tabitha looked at the pickup owlishly.  Randy pressed, "Go on --
he's with us.  Let's get going."  Tabitha nodded and padded back to the
pickup.

        Terence was driving.  Tabitha climbed in and they took off without
saying anything much until Terence caught her eyeing him sidelong.  "Yeah?"

        "Aren't you a football guy?"

        "Maybe."

        "You look like one of them -- one of the big guys in front on our
team.  I always go to the pep rallies and the games."  Tabitha managed to
look coy.

        "That's nice.  Got any favorites?"

        "Well, no...  What good would it do?"

        Terence flicked a glance at her.  She was probably right; even when
he was hard up, he might not have bothered.  That big, flat nose, the
stunted ears...  There were a couple of bullets poking out of the halter,
but nothing much behind them.  Big ass on her, too -- and the legs weren't
all that hot.  Terence had seen her around -- and ignored her.  "None, I
guess."

        "Are you... with Randy and that other guy?  The red-headed one?"

        Terence puzzled out what it was that he was being asked.  "Yeah.
I'm in the group."

        Tabitha displayed a timid, gap-toothed smile.  "Does that mean we
can fuck?"

        Surprised, Terence eyed her, pursing his lips.  "Maybe.  Depends.
Not today."

        "Oh."  Tabitha was clearly disappointed.

        "You'll be too busy, I think."

        "Some other time?"

        "Maybe."  Terence pondered the conversation; she'd come right out
and asked him to fuck her -- how often did THAT happen?  Silly bitch...
"How often do you ask dudes to fuck you?"

        She looked concerned.  "Am I in trouble?  I figured since you're
with them..."

        "Oh."  'That's reasonable,' Terence realized.  "No, you're probably
right.  Just took me by surprise, is all."

        "Okay."  Tabitha looked relieved.  She settled back in the seat and
glanced around.  "Where are we going?"

        'Man, somebody REALLY should have told me a few things,' Terence
thought.  "We've got, like, a clubhouse.  We're going there."

        "Cool!"

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        On arrival, Damian opened up the back of the van and let Fred and
Rico out into the sunshine, then pointed them down the stairs, "We'll be
right along."  He then collected Randy and they went back to the pickup,
which had parked behind them.  "Okay, so, now what?" he asked Randy.

        "Just tell her what to do," Randy replied.  "She's available all day
-- and all night tonight.  She can sleep here, even -- right Tab?"

        "Yes.  You told me to bring overnight stuff," Tabitha confirmed
warily.

        "Okay, Tab.  The job here is to do what he tells you to do.  Got
it?" Randy asked.

        "Yes, Randy."

        Damian rubbed his jaw, then cocked his head.  "Let's talk," he said
to Randy.  "We'll be right back," he told Tabitha.  Terence was included in
the conversation with a gesture.  The three of them went a little distance
away, and Damian asked, "So, she's been broken in?"

        "Didn't take much," Randy related.  "Telling her she was gonna get
fucked was like telling her Santa Claus just showed up.  She's as dumb as a
box of rocks, so you got to be clear with her -- but she loves to fuck and
she's pretty good at it."

        "Can she keep a secret?"

        "Better not to tell her any," Randy replied.  "In any case, you have
to keep it simple.  She's telling her mama that she's in a girl's club.  And
she knows that if she opens her mouth about us, it'll all come tumbling
down.  The cops would eat her for lunch in an interrogation -- but nobody
gives a shit about her."  He looked off at the girl.  "I feel sorry for
her."

        "So she's not going to get het up over what she's doing and get
bright ideas?" Damian asked.

        Randy grinned ruefully.  "She doesn't get bright ideas of ANY type.
But you don't get it yet -- the worst thing we could do would be to tell her
she wasn't going to get to fuck nobody.  She'd probably go on a crying jag."

        "That's weird," Damian opined.  "Is she protected?"

        "She's on the Pill."

        "She asked me if we were gonna fuck in the truck," Terence related.

        "Okay."  Damian shook his head.  "Cover me -- make sure I don't fuck
up."  He strode over to the girl.  "Do you know me?"

        "I've seen you around," Tabitha admitted.  She was pretty sure his
name was Damian something, and that he was a junior.

        "Big Bro and I are in the group -- you understand?  You do what we
tell you."

        "Okay."  Tabitha was unfazed.

        "There are two guys downstairs now.  In a minute, I'm gonna take you
down there.  They are NOT in the group, but I want you to do whatever they
want today, anyway.  Is that clear?"

        "Sort of."  Tabitha's face screwed up while she worked on the
concepts.  Why do anything for somebody not in the group?

        "These guys are doing some work for us.  We want you to help them.
If they want you to paint, you paint.  If they want you to plaster, you
plaster.  And, most important, if they want you to fuck, you fuck --
understand?"

        "Oh, okay!" Tabitha nodded.

        "If they want to know anything about the group, you don't know
nothing," Damian added.

        "That's easy," Tabitha agreed.

        "One of us will be around most times," Damian told her.  "If they
don't want you around, we'll come up with something else.  There are places
to sleep downstairs, and there is a pool out back, and we'll be picking up
food now and then."

        "If it isn't too late, I'll take you back to my house to sleep,"
Randy interjected.  "Worst case, somebody will pick you up in the morning."

        "Okay."

        "If you have questions, ask one of us.  We'll handle it --
understand?"

        "Uh huh."

        "Take off your shit -- let's see what you've got," Damian directed.

        Tabitha smiled and hauled the strap of her halter over her head,
then pushed it down with her shorts in one motion.  Three seconds later, she
was out of her panties, too.  Standing naked in the side yard didn't seem to
faze her...  "Ooookaaaay..." Damian mused.  "Grab your stuff and go on down
those stairs -- we're right behind you."  He watched her go.  "Makes you
kind of wish all chicks were that easy, doesn't she?" he muttered.

        "No shit," Randy agreed.

        "You wait up here -- Pa doesn't need to see you," Damian cautioned.
"We've got this -- I might have Big Bro take you home.  This all seems
pretty simple, as long as Pa and Rico get what they're looking for..."  He
headed down the stairs.

        Beth awakened to the sound of heavy work boots clumping down the
stairs and male voices.  She shook Robert's shoulder, whispering, "We've got
company, Sweetie."

        Peering over the pool table, she beheld the men who had been there
on Thursday -- Fred Carter and Rico.  Fortunately, they never bothered to
look in her direction -- they were busy discussing the work to be done,
evidently.

        Beth skittered out to collect hers and Robert's clothing, which was
on the floor in plain sight -- and was caught in the open, naked, by the
next arrival -- a naked black girl carrying a bundle of clothing and a
backpack.  The girl's eyes popped.

        Fortunately, the next arrival was a familiar face.  "Oh, hi Damian,"
Beth muttered, embarrassed.

        "Hi, Beth.  Did we interrupt something?" Damian grinned.

        "We fell asleep."

        "Who's with you?"

        "The doctor."

        "Okay, cool," Damian nodded.  "Did they see you?"

        "No."

        "Okay, why don't you guys shoot up the inside stairs, then," Damian
suggested.

        "Thanks!"  Beth went back to the pool table.  "Come on, Sweetie,"
she cajoled, hauling Robert by the hand.

        Tabitha watched, big-eyed, as the couple passed and ducked behind
the curtain.  "Wow!"

        "You didn't think there were just three of us, did you?" Damian
chuckled.  "Or that you're the only slut?"

        "I didn't really think much about it," Tabitha admitted.

        Damian snorted.  "That's not such a bad thing, I guess.  Come on,
let's meet the boys.  Put your stuff over there."  He indicated the pool
table.  Tabitha put her stuff down and Damian waved her in front of him.

        As they entered the area under construction, Damian declared, "Okay,
guys, here's what we're doing today."  Both Fred and Rico looked up,
surprised.  "This is Tabitha.  She's here all day.  If you need her to do
anything to help, just tell her -- and, of course, she's here to fuck --
right, Tabitha?"

        "Uh huh."  Tabitha nodded, eyeing Fred and Rico.  They were all
muscular and hot looking.  This was gonna be cool!

        "Well, it's pussy," Fred muttered, rubbing his unshaven Saturday
stubble while he took in the picture Tabitha presented.

        "Don't let her looks fool you," Damian insisted.  "I hear she fucks
pretty good.  And she doesn't have an attitude problem."

        "That's something, I guess."  Clearly, Fred was unimpressed.

        "Look, try her out.  If I have to, I'll chase down something else
for the evening -- but you got her until whenever," Damian replied.

        Tabitha was standing there looking unhappy at her rejection.  Rico
eyed her; obviously she wasn't in a class with the little princess, but,
hey, what the fuck...  "He's right, Man -- we're bitchin' and we ain't even
tried it out!"  He crooked a finger at her.  "It's early, but do you give
head?"

        "Head?" Tabitha blinked, confused.

        Fred shook his head, but Rico tried again.  "Do you suck dick?"

        "Oh!  Sure!"  Tabitha went over to him and glanced at the others.
"Now?"

        "Yeah, now would be good," Rico agreed.  Tabitha went to her knees
without further prompting and started tugging at Rico's zipper.  "Can't
fault her for enthusiasm," he observed.

        In a moment, she had his half-erect cock extracted from his fly.
"Nice!" she exclaimed, eyeing it, then slid her mouth over it.

        "Uuuhhh!" Rico groaned in pleasure.  "Well, this might work..." he
opined.

        Fred watched, his head cocked.  "Awright.  We'll let you know."  He
was dubious, but Rico seemed satisfied with things.  "She got limits?"

        "Like what?" Damian asked.

        "I dunno.  Number of times?"

        "Nope.  You've got her all day.  If you don't do a fucking thing but
fuck her, well, that's your problem, I guess," Damian replied.

        Fred eyed that which was most visible.  "Hey, slut -- uh, Tabitha!
Do you take it up the ass?"

        Tabitha popped her mouth off Rico's cock and eyed Fred owlishly.
"Not yet.  Do you wanna try?"

        Fred grimaced.  "Mebbe."  'Now she'll probably whine or
something...'

        "We can try it.  I've always wanted to." Tabitha said forthrightly.

        Fred blinked.  "Awright, we'll put it down on the calendar for
later."  He turned to Damian.  "Damn!  She IS game!"

        "Pretty docile, too," Damian agreed.  "Look, she's kinda slow, but,
hey, that avoids some problems, you know?"

        "Yeah," Fred grunted.  "I'm comin' around, actually.  We ain't gonna
get her pregnant..."

        "I'm on the Pill," Tabitha stopped to announce.  "Every day at four
o'clock."  She smiled winningly.

        "I'm likin' that piece more and more..." Fred grunted.

        "Me or Big Bro will be around, in case there's a problem," Damian
assured Fred, "but I don't expect any."

        "Me neither," Fred agreed.  "Can I slap her upside the head for
fuckin' up?"

        "Don't bust anything."

        Fred was rubbing his stubble again.  "Probably won't have to."
Tabitha was watching him from the corner of her eye, but it wasn't keeping
her from bobbing on Rico's erection.  Fred gazed at Rico.  "Hurry up --
we've go work to do."

        "Use her to help," Damian urged.  "I'm serious.  She'll feel better
if she's helping."

        Fred grimaced.  "We'll think of something."

        Rico was hearing the conversation from a great distance.  Stubby
fingers were fondling his balls, and lips were riding his cock from tip to
root.  The urge hit him hard and he clutched her head to him while his cock
spewed into the opening of her throat.  Three hard pulses and sense returned
and he let up -- but not before she choked on his seed.  Gagging and
coughing, Tabitha struggled for her breath while white goo even shot out of
her nose!

        "AW, shit!  Sorry!" Rico apologized.

        "It's... (gasp) okay..." Tabitha got out.  "Was it good?"

        "Oh, shit yeah!" Rico agreed.  "You wanna like give it a little
after-cum suck, while it's still sensitive?"

        "Sure..."

        "Damn..." Fred shook his head.

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        Terence took Randy home, then came back to spell Damian.  Fred and
Rico got a kick out of sending Tabitha out to the truck, naked, for tools --
even though they generally had to explain what they wanted to her as if she
was blind.  Part of the hilarity was when she came back with the wrong item.

        Fred fucked her missionary-style at about eleven-thirty -- and was
amazed at her responses.  The girl just loved dick -- no doubt about it!
"What's your last name, girl?' he asked.

        "Hart."

        "What's your mama's name?"

        "Momma."

        Fred snorted.  "Y'all live over on Duquesne?"

        "Uh huh."

        "I heard of your mama.  She gets high a lot, right?"

        "Yeah, that's Momma."  Tabitha nodded.

        "You're a chip off the old block, I figure," Fred opined.

        "I don't do no drugs!" Tabitha declared.

        "No, but you fuck like nobody's business!" Fred retorted.

        "Well..." Tabitha looked pleased with herself.

        Fred shook his head.  "Back to the salt mines."

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        It got to be hard to concentrate on work, so they stopped just after
one and got their fill of her; Rico did Tabitha doggie-style while she
nursed on Fred's cock, then Fred circled around and tried out her ass.  Not
surprisingly, she loved it -- even though it was messy.  With the edge off,
they worked most of the afternoon, taking a break to eat at six --
sandwiches they sent Terence for at the deli.  Tabitha learned how to grout
tile.  By seven-thirty, the tile was in, the sinks and the toilet were
working, and they were working on re-routing the electrical and putting in
vent fans.  Fred hauled Tabitha into the playroom, had her get on the exam
table with her head hanging over, and throat-fucked her while Rico plowed
her pussy.  Tabitha handled it like a porn actress, moaning and wailing and
humping and slobbering and having a gay old time.  All three of them were
dusty and dirty and streaked with dried grout and sheetrock dust -- and
Tabitha had semen streaks to boot.  Damian came back to find them all
hanging off the exam table, panting.  "So..."

        "We're fine," Fred grunted.  "If I can manage another boner, I'll
feed it to Tab, here.  That cool with you, Rico?"

        "More'n cool," Rico agreed.

        "How's it going?" Damian asked, nodding toward the bathroom.

        "Fine.  Shit's gonna need to dry tomorrow, but you could use it.
I'll paint Monday or Tuesday.  Bring her big ass around and I'll use her.
Mebbe I'll let her paint..."  He leered at Tabitha, who grinned from ear to
ear.  Fred turned to Rico, "I was gonna work later, but I'm wasted.  Let's
wash up and go get a beer."  He grabbed a handful of Tabitha's ass and
squeezed it, then headed off to the laundry.

        Damian turned to Terence.  "Let's dump 'em out at his favorite
watering hole, leave 'em the truck, and come back for Tabitha."

        "Cool."

        Damian turned to Tabitha.  "You done good.  Go out and alongside the
house to the back yard and toss yourself in the swimming pool.  If a blonde
lady comes out to bitch at you, tell her Damian said you could do it --
she'll pipe down.  Okay?"

        "Yeah, cool!"  Tabitha started for the stairs.

        "Towels over there!" Damian pointed.

        "Uh, thanks!"

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        Forty minutes later, they were back in the van.  Candace hadn't even
noticed Tabitha splashing around in the pool -- and the outside lights
weren't on.  Damian went to get her and get her dry and into her clothes.
"So, how was it?"

        "The pool?"

        "The day."

        "I had a GREAT time!" Tabitha declared, eyes flashing.  "I don't
know how to thank you guys!"

        "We'll think of something -- but I have to say that we're pretty
pleased with you, too!" Damian replied, grinning.

        Tabitha got a bit diffident.  "Look, I'm a little sore, but do you
think, maybe, sometime..."

        Damian cocked his head.  "What?"

        "Well maybe you guys could, you know..."

        "I'm sure we'll get around to it sometime," Damian replied, amused.
"Let's get out of here."

        At Randy's house, Terence let her out.  Tabitha lurched out of the
van and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug.  "Thanks!"

        "I didn't do nothing."

        "I know you were taking care of me."

        "Well, some, maybe."  Mostly, Terence had watched TV, bored out of
his mind.

        Damian appeared around the side of the van.  "What's up?"

        "Hey..."  Terence spread his hands.

        "I was thanking him," Tabitha explained.

        "Oh, okay."

        "Am I gonna go back there again on Monday or Tuesday, like the man
said?"

        Damian shrugged.  "Everybody seems to like the idea."

        "Cool!"

        "We'll let you know."

        Randy came out.  "So..."

        "It went about the way you said it would, Man.  She was great!  Pa
wants her back," Damian told him.

        "Cool.  So, she's staying here, then?"

        "Yeah.  Is that a problem?"

        "Nope.  Alyssa will put her up," Randy assured Damian.

        "There won't be any girlie shit, I don't think -- she's had a
little, you know?" Damian grinned, teasing Tabitha.

        "A bath might be nice -- my pussy is sore!  So's my ass!" Tabitha
replied.  Fred had used lube, but it had still been virgin...

        "We'll fix you up."  Randy herded her off, waving.

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        Saturday night was quiet in comparison with Friday; Thursday and
Friday's antics had sated a lot of people.  Lon and Sally went to the movies
with Rick and Teela, then went back to Teela's to cuddle and watch TV until
late.  Frank handled that well, since there wasn't a lot of hot and heavy
sex going on and he was in pretty good shape for a day or so.  Jean was
thinking about her next conquest, but had no ideas as of yet.  Toby was home
and not busy, but he'd been out recently.  Beth and Robert spent most of the
day together before parting at about dinner time.

        Fred and Rico went drinking, but didn't work hard at it; neither of
them had to forget they were horny.

        All in all, everyone had time and attention to devote to more
mundane matters, and they did so.

        Sunday morning, Randy got up and wandered into the kitchen to find
Alyssa already there, drinking coffee while her bagel toasted.  "Hi, Sissy.
How was Tabitha?"

        Alyssa rolled her eyes.  "She nearly drove me insane! She wanted to
take everything she did with anybody since Thursday out and examine it from
all sides, making comparisons and asking stupid questions!  I got tired
around eleven and dumped her on Brie; when I went to bed, they were
comparing blow job techniques or something."

        Randy laughed.  "She'll probably be sore today -- that will damp
things down."

        "Don't bet on it," Alyssa groused, "It'll probably be 'Were you sore
the day after?  Where did you hurt?  Was anything really bad?'  I may have
to kill her..."

        Randy grinned again and poured coffee, then headed for the living
room to watch cartoons.  Mama was sleeping in, enjoying her day off, so a
serious breakfast was probably a couple of hours down the road.  Tabitha and
Brie were there in the living room, gabbing; Randy was struck by the fact
that Brie was sometimes the more mature of the pair.

        "I want to get pregnant," Tabitha announced at one point.  "I don't
want to have any babies -- I just want my boobs to grow.  Guys like boobs."
Brie had pooh-poohed the notion, for which Randy was mildly grateful.
Tabitha was a mess, from some standpoints; her mother certainly hadn't done
her any favors...

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        Martin and Hank went in to school.  Football tryouts would begin on
Monday, and they had a lot of preparation to do.  At noon, Hank, having
successfully pled Toby's case to Martin, called him in so that he could help
out and get the lay of the land.  Toby showed up with some books on physical
therapy and sports medicine, which left a favorable impression on Martin;
the two of them discussed how to recognize and treat various problems on and
off the field.

        In the evening, Hank and Toby discussed the grand plan to 'motivate'
the football team by providing 'incentives' in the form of sexual favors
from the girls.  At the top of the list was maintaining secrecy -- and
plausible deniability for Hank's father.  Toby talked to Randy and Rick
about the idea; Randy thought it would be fun, but Rick had serious
reservations and announced that he was going to stay away from the whole
thing.  Swim team would start practicing on Monday, too, so Lon was out, and
Terence and Damian were both going out for football -- and both certain to
make the team.  Terence was already a year into the Varsity program at right
tackle.

        Hank and Toby decided that, while it was easy to put Tabitha
anywhere in the rotation, Trish would kick off; Randy called her and told
her that she should be ready to go to the football field on Monday at around
four.  Randy got the van and went to work on some modifications, getting
more help than he really wanted from Tabitha, who was clearly angling for
some kind of relationship...  A trip to the junkyard got some side-facing
seats; they could be dropped, but that wouldn't help much in the position in
which they were mounted -- what they really needed was to be able to go flat
like a recliner by having the seat slide forward and the back drop flat.
Randy spent a couple of hours examining recliners and various seats,
scratching his head while Tabitha followed him, asking questions and
generally driving him nuts before Ed came out and asked him what he was
trying to do.  "Sounds custom," Ed grunted.  "Makin' a rolling whorehouse?"

        "Something like that," Randy admitted.

        "That's not the same one," Ed stated, eyeing Tabitha.  "She can use
the bag."  Tabitha, overhearing, grimaced.

        "Well, she might actually be a better fuck," Randy retorted.

        "We can probably crank something out in the machine shop," Ed
opined, eyeing Tabitha openly.

        "That'd be good," Randy agreed.  "Tab, Ed here wants to fuck you."

        "Okay," Tabitha replied.  "Where?"

        Ed blinked in surprise at Tabitha's response.  "I'll think of
somethin'."

        "Let's get the seats to work," Randy proposed.  "Then you can try
'em out."  That would get the job done...

        "Works for me..." Ed agreed.

        They agreed that the seats, spread flat, need not operate at the
same height as they were when the backs were up and they were being used as
seats -- which let them defeat the scissor-type adjustment system, extending
it to the point that the support structure went basically flat.  This pulled
the back away from the side walls of the van a fair bit, but not enough to
allow the seats to go totally flat, so they had to put the seat bottoms on
locking slides.  It was a fair amount of work for a Sunday afternoon, but Ed
had his reward in front of him and had no problem working after he
officially closed the yard.  Tabitha basked in his obvious hunger; once she
was attainable for sex and not just something to look at, she went from
'dog' to 'Earth Mother' or 'fertility goddess' in Ed's perception -- and the
more interested he got, the more vivacious she got.  It was a feedback loop;
by mid-afternoon, they had Randy wondering if Tabitha actually got better
looking when she was flirting and teasing.

        Finally, Ed put down the welder, having put the last floor support
bracket in place and told Randy, "Try it."  Randy pulled the knob that
released the plunger locking the seat upright and pushed the handle that
they had welded to the side of the frame after Randy pinched a finger during
a test, and the seat settled to the floor and extended itself until it was
flat and locked down.  "Looks good," he approved, and pulled the knob again
and pulled and lifted the seat back to its upright position.  "I think we
got it this time."

        "Good," Ed grunted.  "I'm gonna go wash up a bit and get a towel.
You climb up there, Little Mama, and when I get back you can deliver on some
of that shit you've been talking."

        Tabitha grinned from ear to ear and retorted, "Bring me something to
play with, Big Boy..."

        Randy shook his head; they'd been teasing each other all afternoon
and settled on those idiot nicknames.  "I'm gonna go get a Coke."

        "Some in the ice box in the office," Ed replied.  "Just open it.  If
anybody ever figures out the latch is broke, I won't make no more money off
the machine..."

        "Bring me one?" Tabitha asked.

        "Sure."

        Ed got back before Randy figured out the trick with the latch on the
vending machine, and he wasn't much for foreplay, so Randy returned in time
to watch his hairy ass going up and down to a symphony of grunts and
exclamations.  "Hey, Ed, you wearing a rubber?" Randy asked.

        "Yah," he grunted.  "Bought some after the last time..."  Tabitha
hauled on his shoulders, whining, and he took off again.  His only major
worry assuaged, Randy wandered off a bit to give them privacy.

        From where Ed sat, this was better pussy than the last bitch; in the
first place, the other one had been barely cooperative and started out dry
-- and Tabitha was VERY cooperative, buck naked, and wet when he got there.
Bitch made happy noises, too, which was an improvement on the other one --
and the noises sounded genuine, which was an improvement on the whores he
usually had to pay for.  The kicker was when he was hammering away and the
little bitch clutched him to her and he watched her eyeballs roll back in
her head -- he blew his nut right then and there!  Fuck!  What a piece!
"Shit, that was good!" he grunted, getting up.  "Wish it had lasted longer
-- but when you got that nut..."

        Tabitha gazed at him with hot eyes.  "Can you go again?  I'll give
you a blow job..."

        BOINNNNGGGGG!!!!   "Yeah!  FUCK yeah!"

        Ed didn't need the blowjob to get hard, but he got it anyway -- and
there was NO WAY he was going to complain!  Randy wandered back in from the
yard to find him just re-mounting her.  "Hey, ain't you finished?"

        "Goin' for seconds," Ed grunted.

        Randy looked past him to see how Tabitha was handling it; obviously,
she was cooperating fully.  "Cool.  I'll be back in a while."  Maybe there
was more medical gear over in the next yard...

        Tabitha was more than happy.  Sure, Ed was old, and a little dirty,
and smelled like cigar smoke and motor oil -- but she'd seen Momma with
worse -- and those guys weren't even nice, like Ed was.  He had an
interesting dick, too, kind of wide at the base and tapering toward the tip.
Rubbers sucked, though -- she'd have to talk to Randy about that.  Ed had no
problem going to town on her pussy, though, and he banged away at a rate
that brought flashes before her eyes when he bashed against her clit.  He
was easy to suck, too, and obviously enjoyed it, making the whole thing even
more pleasant for Tabitha.  Okay, so, maybe he didn't use fancy sweet words
when he told her how good her lips felt on his dick or how wet and slick her
pussy was, but he got the point across...  She came twice, the second time
-- nice, hard, flashing cums that blew the top off her head for a few
seconds.  And Ed came with her again the second time.

        When Randy got back, they were sitting on the seats, side by side;
Ed had thrown his boxers back on, but Tabitha was naked and Ed was mauling a
nipple while he smoked a cigar.  "So, how did it go?" Randy asked.

        "Fuckin' GREAT!" Ed replied.

        "Yeah, but I don't like rubbers," Tabitha complained.  "I'm on the
Pill..."

        "Rubbers don't just keep you from being pregnant," Randy pointed
out.  "They keep you from getting diseases.  If Ed wants to go down to the
free clinic and get tested for stuff, then you guys can fuck without
rubbers.  But if Ed goes out and gets something and gives it to you, chances
are there will be a BUNCH of us that get it -- and if THAT happens, a bunch
of guys will probably pay Ed a visit and kick him in the balls until they're
mush!"

        "Ain't like I get a lot of pussy, anyway," Ed complained.  "I
generally have to use a rubber -- hookers don't do bareback."

        Randy shrugged.  "Show me a clean report, and..."  He waved at
Tabitha.

        "Shit this'll probably be the only time..." Ed mused.

        "Well, you never know," Randy replied.  "There's still some stuff
we'd like to have next door..."

        "You need me ta call Earl, it's gonna have to wait until tomorrow,"
Ed pointed out.

        "Cool.  There's this massage table over there -- and a couple of
stools.  I might want to look some more, too."  He eyed Ed.  "How are you
gonna square it with Earl?"

        "I'll think of something."  Clearly, that 'something' didn't involve
offering Earl pussy...