Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 21 of 31
Universe: The Pact
Summary: School begins, and brings with it new challenges for the group --
including one Amy Winston.  Will she be an ally, or an adversary?
Content: Mm MMF voy oral ir

Chapter 21

	Louise hit the Dance Machine, getting in without a cover charge
because of her sex and the late hour.  Rico picked her up visually as soon as
she cleared the cluster at the door.  "There she is.  Cool?"

	"Yeah, cool."  Luis Garza swept his eyes over Louise on her approach.
"Is she really that kinky?"

	"Well..."  They'd had a touchy conversation after Louise's call:

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	"Got anything against black chicks?" Rico had kicked it off.

	Luis had blinked.  "Like, for what?"

	"Fucking."

	"Well, I haven't ever, but it's all pink on the inside, eh?" Luis
grinned.

	"Yup," Rico agreed.  "Do you give a shit if it's married?"

	"Am I gonna get shot, or have somebody try to cut my cojones off?"
Luis countered.

	"Nah.  I think it's pretty safe," Rico replied.

	"You think, or you're sure, Man?" Luis pressed.  "I don't wanna find
out the hard way..."

	"It's cool," Rico assured him.  "Her old man is doing his thing and
she's doing hers -- and he won't want his dirty laundry out there, if you
know what I mean."

	Luis just frowned -- it wasn't THAT clear.  "Well, okay..."

	"It's up to you, Man," Rico advised.  "That was her on the phone --
she's coming, and she wants some dick.  You're invited, just because you're
with me -- but you don't have to play..."

	"What does she look like?"

	"Late thirties -- basically skinny, but she's got a bulge here and
there.  Tits are ok, if you don't mind a little sag.  She knows how to fuck
-- and lets you know she's having a good time."

	"Okay, so she's not some buffalo..."

	"Nope," Rico replied, "More the other direction.  She'd be skinny,
but she's had kids."

	"Kids?" Luis was instantly suspicious.  "Where are they?"

	"Out sticking their dicks in some girls, probably," Rico chuckled.
"They're in high school.  Both of 'em are pounding pussy regularly, and they
know what their mama is up to."

	"Cool," Luis nodded.  "Sorry about the suspicions, Man -- I've been
is some shit before..."  When he was younger, he had stuck his dick in a
married woman with a jealous husband -- and nearly lost a couple of body
parts -- so he was cautious.

	Rico nodded and rubbed his razor stubble.  "Uh, there's something
else.  She asked me if you wouldn't mind going somewhere to see some, uh,
entertainment."

	Luis eyed his friend.  "What's this... entertainment?"

	"Well, it's sorta the reason why she's safe, even though she's
married.  Louise's old man plays with guys occasionally -- and he doesn't
want it to get out.  Louise has the goods on him -- but she wants to
watch..."

	"Watch what?"

	"I guess he's fucking some guy tonight.  She wants to spy on him
while he does it," Rico related nervously.  "Can you hang?  You can bail, or
you can just say you're not interested -- but she asked me to ask you."

	"She wants to watch her old man act like a queer?" Luis grunted,
surprised.

	"It's kind of a power trip with her," Rico explained.  "Her old man
spent a long time pretending he didn't like dick -- but she's caught him, and
now he's paying for the crap he's been giving her.  She wants to rub his nose
in it."

	"Sounds like trouble," Luis opined.  "I don't want nobody
thinking..."

	"Nobody's asking you to play, Man.  Just hang out and let her watch.
Knowing her, she'll want to be fucked while she does it."

	"He's gonna know?" Luis worried.

	"I don't know.  I think it's gonna be secret."

	"Fuck.  I dunno, Man..."

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	They'd left it at that.  Now, as he stood for Louise, Rico wondered
how far Louise was willing to go to see her show...  "Hi Louise!"

	"Hi, Baby!"  Louise came in for a hug and a quick kiss.  "And this
is?"

	"Luis.  Luis Garza."  Luis stood and took her hand and produced a nod
that was a stunted bow.  "Rico has some interesting things to say about you."

	"I can imagine," Louise replied, but she was smiling.  "If he was up-
front with you, you probably think I'm a total slut."

	"Ahh..." Luis was caught flat-footed.

	"It's okay, Baby.  If a woman calls you and asks you if you have any
dick to spare, what are you SUPPOSED to think?  Rico knows me a little better
than that -- but it IS what I did -- isn't it?"  She settled into the third
chair, which Rico had pulled out for her.  "Don't worry about all that --
let's just have fun."

	"Okay..."  The men settled into place and everyone turned to their
drinks and got to know one another.  Louise felt fairly confident that she'd
never seen Luis before, and Rico was pretty sure Fred hadn't worked with him,
so everything should be fine...

	Louise let things slide for a while, enjoying the attention -- even
dancing with first Rico and then Luis -- before bringing up her plans for a
little side jaunt.  Luis, for his part, became happier and a lot less
suspicious -- dancing with Louise whetted his appetite for enjoying her body
and damped down the worries quite a bit.  "So," she asked Rico finally, "Did
you mention going to the show to Luis?"

	"I did," Rico nodded.  "I don't know how he feels about it."

	Louise turned to Luis, who muttered uncomfortably, "I don't
understand, I guess."

	Louise flicked a glance at Rico.  "It's probably pretty selfish of
me.  My husband likes an occasional dick -- but he's spent the past fifteen
years pretending that it isn't true and that he's Mr. Macho.  He felt that he
had to prove to the boys that he was a stud, so he cheated on me with God
knows how many women and treated me and my boys like dirt -- all in a big
show to keep anybody from realizing that he likes men, too.  Now, part of it
was that he couldn't really look himself in the mirror and admit that -- even
to himself -- and part of it was because he was scared to death someone would
find him out and embarrass the shit out of him -- but he's done a lot of
damage, and now he has to pay.  I've actually got him on video doing all that
stuff -- and he knows it -- but I'm pissed that he couldn't trust me with the
truth, among other things, so I feel like he owes me a chance to watch him
get down and dirty in my presence.  Anyway, so now it's out in the open and
he's experimenting with his gay side -- and I want to watch, without him
knowing it -- and see where it all goes."

	Luis eyed her.  "And he's doing this tonight?"

	"Yes.  He's got some gay kid over at the house and they're playing.
I was told about the arrangements in advance," Louise replied.

	"Does he know you know?"

	"He does if he has a brain in his head," Louise chuckled.

	"We'll get arrested, peeping in windows," Luis hazarded.

	"We won't do it like that," Louise explained.  "The room they'll be
using has this little pass-thru in the wall from the kitchen -- kind of a
decorative window opening --and it's sunken a bit, so they won't be looking
our way.  All we have to do is be quiet -- the air conditioning is noisy
enough to cover us if we are.  We'll have a ringside seat."

	"Then what?" Luis asked.

	"Then we go over to Rico's and we fuck until you can't fuck any
more," Louise replied, smiling widely.  "How does THAT sound?"  She reached
under the table to squeeze Luis' cock.

	"That sounds pretty damn good..." Luis grinned.  "Okay, I'm in.  He
doesn't have no guns or anything, right?"

	"No, Baby, were safe.  It'll be cool," Louise assured him.

	"Let's do it!"  The trio got up and headed for the door.

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	The trio didn't have to worry about the air conditioner covering them
-- the porn video playing on the TV was plenty loud enough to cover the
sounds of Louise unlocking the kitchen door and guiding them stealthily
toward the pass-thru.  Fred was asleep in the recliner, but Eddie Ray wasn't;
he was watching the gay porn -- one of those hard-muscle jobs where jocks jam
the meat to one another -- rapt.  The trio watched the scene for a while,
almost giving up hope before Eddie Ray hopped up and sidled over to the
recliner.  "Fred?  Are you awake?"

	Fred snorted and thrashed a bit.  "Huh?  What?  Somebody comin'?"

	"No."  Eddie Ray pointed at the screen.  "Ever done that?"

	Fred took a look; on the screen, one muscular jock was in some kind
of a sling, his legs spread -- another was between them, fucking his ass
furiously while two or three others stood around masturbating.  The ones
standing seemed to be taking turns ramming their cocks into the jock in the
swing.  "Nope," Fred admitted.  "Never done that."

	"It looks hot..."  Eddie Ray stood there, masturbating, watching it.
Earlier, there had been other videos, more the 'twinks in love' type.  By
comparison, this was heavy stuff.

	Fred sat up.  "Want some help?"  He reached out and took charge of
Eddie Ray's cock, spitting in his hand and fisting it.  Eddie Ray groaned and
stepped in to make it easier, and Fred leaned over to suck him in, working
the boy's glans between his thick lips.  Eddie Ray had a nice cock; Fred had
no problem getting into the zone, sucking it for pleasure.

	This went on for a couple of minutes; it was somewhat off-side to
where the trio were perched, watching, so not a lot was clear -- but Louise
enjoyed it, anyway.  Watching Fred blow the white boy, she wished she had a
video camera -- this would have made great blackmail material!

	Eddie Ray got more and more agitated, but before he could shoot his
load, he stepped back and whispered, "Do me.  Do me like that!"

	Fred grunted, surprised at having his cock pulled away from him
before it shot off.  "Don't have a sling," he muttered, recovering.

	"But I can lie back like that on something..." Eddie Ray argued.

	"Yeah."  Fred looked around.  "Let's put the couch cushions on the
coffee table -- it'll hold us."

	"Okay."  Eddie Ray scrambled to make it so, then rocked himself back
on the cushions.  "Okay, do it."

	Fred positioned himself, spat on his cock, and pushed.  Eddie Ray
grunted in pain as he popped through, but he was in the mood to take it rough
-- that's what was happening on the screen.  "Fuck me!"  Fred settled into a
squat that let him get leverage and started pumping his cock into Eddie Ray's
ass.

	This movement positioned Fred so that his face could be seen for the
first time.  Luis' eyes bulged and he hissed quietly, "That's Fred Carter!"

	Louise dragged him back and waved them off across the room so they
could whisper without being detected.  "You know Fred?"  'Shit -- how bad is
this?' she wondered.  Rico's face betrayed the same worry.

	"Yes.  I haven't worked with him for ten, twelve years," Luis hissed.
"I won't work at a site where he is!  That sonofabitch..."

	"What happened?" Rico asked.

	"I was dating a girl -- Juanita," Luis whispered.  "That bastard --
he kept telling her lies.  He told her I fucked whores and had diseases, and
that my cock was tiny and eaten up by things -- and that she could do better
-- with him, of course.  It was humiliating, the things he said -- everybody
laughed -- and Juanita believed him."  Luis' face was a mask of fury.  "He
took her virginity, then he took her innocence, then he kept her around a
while as something to degrade.  He would slap her around..."  Memories
marched across his face without having to be expressed.  "When she broke
away, it was too late for me..."

	"Sounds like Fred owes you a fuck," Louise whispered.  "I don't pay
his bills, but it probably won't hurt you to crawl between his old lady's
legs, will it, Baby?"

	"No, that will be nice.  I would want him to know, though..." Luis
hissed.

	"Maybe we can do that, Baby," Louise mused.  "Maybe we can do that."

	"I want to be there when you watch him get fucked," Luis hissed.

	"Maybe you should do more than that, Luis," Louise offered.  "I think
he owes you -- maybe you should stick YOUR dick in his ass!"

	"I don't do that," Luis muttered -- but his eyes had a glazed look.

	"You would do mine, wouldn't you?" Louise chided.  "An ass is an ass
-- and Fred CERTAINLY owes you a piece!  You don't have to look at it as gay
sex -- think of it as revenge!"

	"Maybe..."  Luis' eyes slid to Rico.

	Rico grinned.  "She's gonna want me on the other end, shoving mine
down his throat -- aren't you, Louise?"

	"What a picture..." Louise mused, obviously imagining it.

	Luis still wanted off the hook -- so Rico let slip, "He's already
blown me once, through a glory hole -- and he knows it.  He just doesn't
think I do.  Next time..."

	"Yesss...  Next time."  If Rico could do it, the Luis could; the door
was open and there would be no recriminations.  "I would like that."

	"We'll plan it that way, then, Baby!" Louise smiled.  "Maybe we can
get one of those slings, even..."  She waved the other two forward and they
settled in to watch Fred fuck Eddie Ray.

	By the time they got back, Fred had a pretty good rhythm going.
Eddie Ray was beating off furiously -- and managing to keep his erection, for
once; the video had him highly excited.  Fred reached up to pinch and twist
Eddie Ray's nipples, adding to his excitement.  In two or three minutes,
Eddie Ray got really agitated and began to hunch, then blasted semen all over
his chest, shoulder, stomach and the seat cushions.  Fred, benefitting from
the clutch of Eddie Ray's anus, howled, "I'm gonna get mine!" and jammed
Eddie Ray a half a dozen times, then pressed himself deep to shoot his load
up Eddie Ray's ass.

	As he leaned there, panting, Eddie Ray asked, "Do you kiss?"

	"I haven't..." Fred replied -- but he leaned down to take a run at
it.

	Rico and Luis both grimaced.  "Let's go," Louise whispered, "I've
seen enough."  The trio backed out, leaving Fred and Eddie Ray trying out
French kissing each other.

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	At Rico's Louise and Luis went at it with a vengeance -- literally!
Each looked upon fucking the other as fucking over Fred -- and that made them
want to go all out.   Each also recognized that they had an ally who would
help them get sweet revenge on Fred -- another reason to be accommodating and
go at it like wild things.  Rico was basically out of it until Luis had
dumped a load in Louise during a frantic doggie-style coupling and a second
while Louise rode him cowgirl, hammering his pelvis with hers at the trot
while making her usual enthusiastic noises.

	After that, though, Luis was flagged and Louise was ready for
something a bit gentler and more romantic -- and Rico delivered, long-
stroking her in a leisurely manner from the missionary position.  Louise had
bruised her pubic mound on Luis during the second round, and was happy to
accept the less-abusive fuck -- even though she'd done it to herself.
Between the booze, two quick fucks, and the late hour, Luis was done, so he
left the pair, promising to contact Louise in a day or so to advance their
conspiracy.  Louise stayed and spent the night cuddled with Rico.

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	The girls left in the second load - those that didn't have rides.
Amy and Toby took Toby's car and went out to clean up the same-sex
contingent, starting with Eddie Ray.  Fred nearly jumped out of his skin when
they rapped on the door, but he got it all back together, eventually.  Toby
braced him, "We'd like to use this place for what you guys were doing in the
future."

	Fred frowned.  "How much shit are we talking?"

	"Well, there are two others in the main pool - and Terence and
Clint..."

	Eddie Ray burst out, "Vince would SHIT!  No offense, but he's pretty
uptight about black guys."

	Amy pulled Toby aside.  "Vince needs to be on the bottom, for once -
he's way too cocky.  Fred might be able to handle it.  What has to happen is
Fred has to best him..."

	Toby nodded.  "Eddie Ray, does Vince wrestle black guys?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"And how does that go?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Does he go all racist on them?" Toby amplified.

	"Later.  Not to their faces," Eddie Ray replied.  "You have to be a
little careful, you know?  I mean, I'm sure there are rumors, but it's, well,
unsportsmanlike."

	"What do you think would happen if we put him in a ring with Fred?"
Toby asked.

	"I dunno..." Eddie Ray mused.  "Do you wrestle?" he asked Fred.

	"No."

	"You would need to train him, then," Toby pressed.

	"What do I get out of it?" Eddie Ray asked.

	"You get Vince taken down a peg or two," Toby replied.

	"Ummm, yeah..."  Eddie Ray nodded.

	"So, what's the plan?" Fred asked.

	"You get some wrestling training from Eddie Ray, then we set up a
match at the clubhouse," Toby replied.  "Three falls, maybe?  I bet Eddie Ray
can think up some rules..."

	"Yeah..."  Eddie Ray grinned from ear to ear.  "First fall is a blow
job.  Second fall is a rim job.  Third fall is a fuck..."

	Toby grinned.  "See?  That was easy.  The only question is can you
take Vince?"  He flicked a glance at Eddie Ray.

	"Not without some experience," Eddie Ray hazarded, "but, yeah, I'm
sure of it.  Fred's... hard..."

	"Vince will be over confident," Amy interjected.  "That will help."
The males all looked a bit uncomfortable with the idea of a girl entering the
conversation, so she shut up at that point.

	"Make plans," Toby waved at the pair.  "You're going to need
practice."

	Fred and Eddie Ray swapped phone numbers, then Fred grunted, "You
know, neither of us knows where the fuckin' clubhouse is..."

	Toby sighed.  "Yeah...  One of us will pick you up - or maybe Randy.
Try to get organized fairly quickly.  How long is this gonna take?" he asked
Eddie Ray.

	"Not sure," Eddie Ray shrugged.  "Depends on Fred.  If he's clumsy,
it won't work at all.  Holds... a week, anyway - maybe two."

	"When's the soonest you can make this work?" Toby pressed.  "When can
you meet?"

	Eddie Ray shrugged.  "This is Labor Day Weekend, but I'm not doing
anything.  Sunday?  Afternoon, maybe?"

	Fred shrugged.  "Awright."

	"Time?" Toby pressed.

	"Two?" Eddie Ray offered.

	"Sure."  Fred nodded.

	"We'll organize a pickup," Toby promised.  "Maybe Terence can take
you, Fred."

	"Yeah."  Fred flicked a glance at Eddie Ray and Toby went, "Oops!"

	"You fucked THAT up!" Fred rumbled.

	"You're related to Terence - and Damian?" Eddie Ray guessed.

	"I'm their Pa," Fred admitted, flashing Toby a dirty look.

	Eddie Ray's brain started cooking, he was thinking so fast.  Amy
popped up with, "You probably ought to lay things out, so Eddie ray doesn't
make unwarranted assumptions."

	Fred grimaced.  "I wouldn't go asking Damian for anything," he
rumbled.  "Terence is, um, approachable - but he likes girls, too.  So do I,
for the record."  Eddie Ray nodded.  "I hate it the way some shit gets kept
secret around here and some don't," Fred rasped.

	"I'm real sorry, Fred - I fucked up," Toby apologized.  Amy thought
about just wiping the whole thing, but it didn't seem to be worth it.

	Once in the car, Toby turned to Eddie Ray.  "You're in possession of
privileged information.  Nobody hears this, understand?  If Terence is outed,
I'll tell him who did it and he and Fred will BOTH stomp your ass!"

	"I'm amazed," Eddie Ray replied.  "He's all tight with that little
fat girl..."

	"Well, there is more to it than that," Toby replied.

	"If he's out, who...?"  Eddie Ray blinked.  "Clint?"

	Toby sighed.  "More privileged information.  Clint does NOT want to
be outed - understand?"

	"Yeah."

	"This goes nowhere!"

	"Okay," Eddie Ray agreed.  Toby flicked a glance at Amy - and she
reinforced the injunction.

	Once Eddie Ray was delivered, the pair went to Toby's to collect
Vince and Nicky.  Amy checked the pair mentally before Toby opened his front
door and giggled.  "They're asleep!"

	"Good."  Toby's entry occasioned another bout of guilty thrashing
around before Vince and Nicky got control of themselves.  The pair dressed
without talking much - Amy put a damper on them, apparently.  Things were
quiet in the car; Vince limited himself to "See ya around school," directed
at Nicky as he got out at the school parking lot.

	"How did it go?" Toby asked when Vince was gone.

	"Good."  Nicky was nearly purple from embarrassment at Amy's
presence.  "We... worked it out.  I don't know if it's ever going to happen
again, though - he's not too..."

	"Demonstrative?" Amy supplied.

	Nicky flicked a glance at her.  "Yeah."

	Amy smiled sweetly.  "It's okay - I understand.  Boys can be harsh
that way."

	Nicky blinked a couple of times.  "Yes..."

Amy flooded him with comfort and support, leaving him surprised, but buoyed,
then added conspiratorially, "He's not the only fish in the sea, Honey."

Nicky sighed.  "I hope not."

Toby looked up in the rearview.  He'd been prepared to handle Nicky, but
suddenly, the back seat was 'just us girls...'  Well, so much the better.

"I'm sure something will come along," Amy insisted.  "In fact - Toby, don't
you think our amateur wrestlers could use a towel boy?"

Caught flat-footed, Toby stammered, "Uh, yeah, maybe..."

Amy turned to Nicky.  "What are you doing Sunday afternoon?"

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	Given the fact that everyone was well into early Saturday morning
getting home, the rest of the day was one of rest, more than anything else.
The triumph over Wentworth was plenty of reason for the guys - and even the
gals - to have celebrated late into the night.  A couple of parents - notably
Bernice's father - DID call around to ask about what had gone on, but the
women contacted all assured anyone involved that there had been no alcohol or
drugs - just a lot of exuberance, well-supervised.  Sex, of course, wasn't
mentioned.

	Saturday afternoon, the Horners (plus Tabitha) called on the Hayes.
"About last night..." Phyllis began, when she and Adele were seated at the
kitchen table.

	"What about it?" Adele asked.

	"How terrible was it?"

	"Not terrible enough - as if it matters."  What the boys had on
Phyllis wasn't a patch on what they had on Adele.

	"You'll be going back?" Phyllis queried.

	"In the first place, I don't have a choice - and neither do you!"
Adele replied.  "In the second..."

	"Yeah."  Isaiah had been wonderful, in Phyllis' book.

	"I didn't enjoy being on display, but..."  Frank had teased Adele to
near insanity before delivering on his promises handsomely.  Then something
had happened and she'd gone insane with that Hispanic kid...  "Well, I had a
good time.  I kind of prefer things to be a bit more private, though.  Stupid
me, Randy brought home that Ed guy and I played the fool and let him walk..."

	"Ed?"  Trish wrinkled her nose.  "Big, black and dirty?  Smokes
cigars?"

	Adele and Phyllis both examined Phyllis' daughter in surprise.
"Well, scruffy, maybe, but when he came here he was fairly clean..."

	"Nothin' wrong with Ed," Tabitha opined.  "He's a good shit - and he
fucks just fine!"

	Adele and Phyllis exchanged glances.  "How come he wasn't at the
party?" Adele asked.

	"Not everyone goes to those," Tabitha replied blandly.  "Coach
doesn't - he can't, really."  She covered her mouth.  "Oops!"

	Adele waved it off.  Phyllis did, too.  "I didn't see Jiang Yi or
that Frank guy."

	"You won't, I don't think," Trish opined.  "Sonya's mom and Frank
have a thing going.  So do Coach and Rick's mom."  She turned to Alyssa,
"Right?"

	"Uh huh."  Alyssa nodded.  "Jean is preggers, anyway - but you know
that, right?"

	"Still?"  Adele was surprised.

	Alyssa shrugged.

	"Not everybody is a full member, anyway," Trish muttered.  "Ed
isn't."

	"No?"  This was news to Adele.

	"No," Trish grunted.  "The guys needed some stuff from Ed for the
van.  He took it out in trade - from me!"

	Tabitha snorted.  "He didn't kill ya!  I paid for a few things, too -
and I enjoyed it!  It's all attitude."

	"I'm not a prostitute!" Trish huffed.

	"You're a club girl," Tabitha sneered.  "Suck it up!"

	"Girls!" Phyllis interceded.

	"Well..." Tabitha rolled her eyes.

	"Bobby won't..." Trish blurted.

	"No, he won't," Tabitha agreed.  "And that's fine.  Pete wouldn't
like it, either.  I won't be sleeping around anywhere he doesn't know about."

	Trish eyed her.  "You're still going to...?"

	"We agreed that it is experience," Tabitha replied blandly.  "We also
promised to tell each other."

	"Well..."  Trish looked away, her expression saying, 'to each his
own.'  She wanted Bobby, period - and she hoped her days of having to do
anyone else were over.

	Alyssa held her peace.  She would do as Damian demanded - and that
was fine...

	"So, about Ed..." Adele prompted.

	"He owns a junkyard," Tabitha explained.  "I think he's nice."  She
turned a look on Trish that dared her to argue.  "He just doesn't get to
date, is all."  Trish just looked back.

	"Which junkyard?" Adele asked.

	"Why?" Tabitha eyed her.

	"I might want to go see him..."

	Brie, who had been absorbing this while whispering to Lillian,
giggled.

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	Sunday, people started moving again.  Several families wandered off
here and there to enjoy the holiday weekend - but others succumbed to various
itches.  Notable was Big Mack Thornton, who spent Saturday night dreaming
about Donna Travers' big ass.  Pulling on his meat Sunday morning, he summed
it up mentally, 'Nothing makes you crave pussy like just having had some.'
Jerking off just wasn't enough...

	Around eleven, Mack got on the horn to Pete, "Hey, Man - what's goin'
on?"

	"Nothin'."

	"You bought into Tabitha, right?  Have you done the date thing yet?"

	"Well, no - no dates - but, you know, I've been public with her,"
Pete muttered.

	"Sure," Mack agreed.  "I've seen it.  But you know how chicks are."

	"Got something in mind?" Pete asked.

	"Yeah, well, I was thinking, tomorrow being a holiday and shit, we
could call around and do, like, a team outing - movies, maybe Wimpy's for a
burger.  We could do the early show at four or whatever - have everybody home
early because it's a school day Tuesday..."

	"You in a hurry to knock out those two dates?" Pete laughed.

	"More like I'm in a hurry to stick my dick in that hot little bitch I
signed up for again!" Mack laughed.

	Pete laughed.  "I dunno about you, but Tabitha surprised the living
shit outta me!  She ain't much to look at, maybe, but she's a goddamned sex
machine!  Once that big ass of hers gets moving, it's like riding the
Energizer Bunny!  I had pussy before - and I can tell you she out fucks any
three bitches I had before she came along!"  He paused a moment before
ruefully adding, "And I think she can probably wear out three guys,
anyway..."

	"Yeah, weird," Mack chuckled.  "Rumor has it they hooked you up in a
dark room..."

	"Yeah, well, she'd have been thirty if she'd been waiting for me to
give her a look," Pete chuckled.  "It just wouldn't have happened.  You know
how it is - we wouldn't have even talked - and she'd have been as much at
fault as me, probably.  As it was, we went straight to me discovering that
looks don't mean shit when it comes to fucking..."

	"Amen to that!" Mack agreed.

	"Yours - she's that Donna chick, right?  The one that sniffles all
the time?" Pete asked.

	"I thought we weren't supposed to..." Mack began, then laughed.  "I
guess if we show up together and start swapping spit, it'll be obvious,
though, won't it?"

	"Yup."

	"You got it - Donna Travers.  You're right - outside that crazy
fucking party, I'd have gone 'Yuck!' - but she's hotter than a pistol and
MAN, can she give head!  She likes to cuddle and I like the way she feels -
INCLUDING that big ass of hers.  Unless something goes seriously to shit, I
ain't stopping at two," Mack declared.

	"I think the whole club thing is seriously cool," Pete opined.  "I
don't have to tell you what the shit is like that we get chasing us.  Fuckin'
golddiggers.  Little Miss Popularity.  Skanks that wanna be all over you in
public - but don't have any fucking personality and can't rub two brain cells
together.  Most of 'em might as well be hookers, because anything you get has
a price tag on it - even if it ain't money.  Tabitha's better than that shit
- and I give her an 'A plus' for guts, trying out like that.  Okay, she ain't
quick, either - but I think her head's on straight."

	"It's the difference between getting somebody who is happy to have
you and somebody who is hanging out with you while she looks for something
better," Mack agreed.

	"Yeah..." Pete chuckled.  "Hey, who did Tad latch onto?"

	"The skinny chick?" Mace replied.  "Donna's girlfriend - Anita
something."

	"Oh, yeah.  Shepherdson, I think," Pete put it together.  "Speaking
of cunts - Cindy Simpson is gonna SHIT when she sees Tad out with Anita!"

	"Yeah, THAT'S gonna be entertainment..." Mack agreed.  "So, you wanna
make some calls?  There's eight or ten of us hooked up..."

	"Yeah," Pete agreed.  "Bobby and Terence and Damian and Toby and
Clint and you and me and Tad and Chris.  Rain Man Hayes..."

	"Huh?"

	"He drives the van.  Him and Miriam Fleiss - I KNOW you heard about
that shit!  There's a couple of others, too, who help out - Rick Flanders and
Lon Carpenter.  Oh, and Hank, of course," Pete added to the list.  "The other
guys didn't hook up this time - they all hit the old stuff."

	"Yeah, what's up with that?" Mack wanted to know.

	"Dunno, but I'm not bitchin'," Pete replied.  "A bunch of us are
getting a chance to learn how to fuck on older chicks - which means when we
catch a young'un, we got our shit together.  Even money says Ray and Pete
Franklin and Frank hadn't had any pussy before Friday night.  The jury's out
on Isaiah, but maybe him, too."

	"They gotta be somebody's momma..." Mack opined.

	"And that's bad?"