Chapter 46

Friday morning, Rico was beside himself. "That was just insane! Where did they get those chicks?"

Fred shrugged. "I dunno -- they don't tell me. They got one helluva game goin', though. The big bitch I was fuckin' is a nurse who works with my old lady -- but she's fuckin' the boys, and the old lady don't know... I'm gonna get some more of that, sometime."

"So what's next?"

"Boys have to get us inspections. Once that's done, we can finish up," Fred replied. "I want to do it tomorrow, if we can. That cool with you?"

"Yeah, great!" Rico was all for having something to do on a Saturday besides drink and watch TV, even if it was just work. "Will they bring something in?"

"Yeah, no doubt," Fred nodded.

Damian left Candace early and went to the Building Department to request the inspections. Fortunately, he got there before the inspectors headed out, and managed to get the plumbing and health and water department inspectors to all agree to show up at some point during the day -- which was a minor miracle, but things were slow at town hall.

Hank was totally bored, and running out of time before football camp and the effective end of summer. On a hunch, he called Randy. "Hey, Rain Man -- anything going on?"

"Pretty quiet here," Randy replied. "The guys broke in a couple of chicks over the last couple of days -- mostly older chicks. Trish and Sonya's mothers."

"Well, I like older chicks..." Hank replied. "How's your mom?"

"Toby did her night before last."

"Oh, no shit? I'm missing out on a lot, it looks like."

"Well, there's shit around, Man. Want me to make some calls?" Randy asked.

"Hey, maybe."

"Come on over, then. Shit, if nothing else, Brie will crawl all over you!" Randy laughed.

"Okay, cool." After clearing it with his father, Hank headed for Randy's.

It wasn't a moment too soon; at nine-thirty, Alyssa's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Alyssa? It's me, Tabitha."

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothin'." There was a pause while Tabitha realized that she'd painted herself into a corner. "Hey, do you think I could come by? You know, to see you -- and maybe Dirk?"

Alyssa covered the phone and turned to Brie. "Get Big Brother!" she hissed. "It's Tabitha, and she wants to party!" Brie dashed off. Back on the phone, Alyssa asked, "Is it just you? Where's Maddie?"

"Maddie's on restriction," Tabitha replied mournfully. "Her dad is pissed about something. He yells at me when I go by."

By then, Randy had arrived. Alyssa said, "Hang on a sec -- I have to talk to somebody." She covered the mouthpiece. "She's alone -- Maddie is restricted."

Randy shrugged. "Tabitha isn't exactly Grade A -- if it was me, I'd let her slide. Hey, what the fuck, Hank's coming by... Tell her to cruise by at noon or one o'clock; we'll do her up right here."

"Are you sure that's safe?" Alyssa asked.

"She's such a fucking idiot -- I don't figure she's gonna give us trouble, do you?"

Alyssa grinned. "Guess not." Back on the phone, she told Tabitha, "Come on by about one, okay? I'll come up with something."

"Oh, great!" Tabitha bubbled. "I can't wait! See you then!"

"Give me the phone," Randy directed Alyssa. When she handed it over, he called Hank, who was already on the way. "Dude, get in touch with Toby -- we need a Tabitha Hart video."

"Yeah? Why?"

"She invited herself to get dicked," Randy chuckled.

"Cool. I'm on it." Hank hung up.

Jean arrived at Martin's at about ten-thirty, dressed for work, but carrying a gym bag and her tennis racket. Martin let her in, but told her, "I'm working on something upstairs," so she got on with the cleaning while Martin left her alone. At about eleven forty-five, she appeared at the door of his study, asking, "Do you want something for lunch?"

"Just a sandwich or something -- if you can find anything," Martin replied, smiling. Ten minutes later, she was back with a pair of tuna salad sandwiches and chips; where she'd gotten the fixings was anybody's guess as far as Martin was concerned. She settled into the other chair at his wave.

Martin picked up the fact that she had something to say by her attitude. "What's up?"

"I tried someone else," she said diffidently.

"How did it go?"

"Not well," she replied. "He was nice and everything, but we had no... chemistry."

Martin nodded. "That happens. You're ahead of me; I haven't gotten out in the last couple of days -- too busy. Football camp is racing up on me, and I was out of it until very recently." His smile thanked her for her part of his resurrection. "We'll both have to try again, but that shouldn't keep us from enjoying each other's company." Jean smiled agreement and they spent the rest of the meal in relative silence, then she took the plates downstairs to wash and resumed cleaning.

Hank arrived at the Hayes at ten forty-five, and Brie descended upon him as advertised. "You're here! Neat!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door.

"Hello to you, too!" Hank muttered as she dragged him into the living room, yelling, "Randy! Hank's here!" Turning to Hank, hands on her hips, she directed, "Drop 'em!"

"What?" Hank blinked.

"Come on -- you know. If you come here, I get a load! Fish it out!"

"Oh." Jeez, Brie was unbelievable! "Okay, but don't you want anything?"

"Like what? You guys made me promise not to fuck..." Brie looked irritated.

"Well..." Hank looked around. "Who's here?"

"Just you."

"Okay, then, how about this?" Hank suggested. "I'll lie down on the couch and you crawl on top and I'll lick you while to do me. How's that?"

"Cool!" Brie bent and her shorts hit the floor before Hank could blink. Her top went over her head just as quickly. "Come on! Come on!" Thirty seconds later, Hank had a little dark beaver with a shocking pink core in his face while smoking hot lips swirled over his cock.

It didn't last long; Hank, once introduced to pussy, tended to hold off on jerking off, and it had been a couple of days since he'd been serviced. Add the fact that Brie knew EXACTLY what she was doing, and you have a recipe for premature ejaculation. Fortunately, Brie was the hair-trigger type for orgasm, too -- she got hers while swallowing Hank's product down, quivering and jerking and dancing on his tongue, moaning around his spurting cock. Just as Hank flopped back, Randy's voice came from behind him, "Damn! Yell when you're done..."

"We are," Hank grunted. "So tell me, what's the plan?" Brie stretched her legs out on either side of his head and hugged herself to him, making happy sighs.

"I don't see any reason to get fancy," Randy told him, walking over to where he was in Hank's field of vision and plopping into an armchair. "Tabitha ain't that bright. I don't think we're really gonna have to worry about her running her mouth -- I don't think that once she's been told not to that she'll go second-guessing the whole thing."

"What about her mother?" Hank asked. "We've been hip-deep in them, lately."

"Shouldn't be a problem," Randy replied. "Her mama's even dumber than she is, I think. She's a big, fat buffalo who spends half of her time gassed on weed and the other half with her legs open earning it -- although why anyone would want to fuck her ain't clear. Now that all four of her kids are in their teens, I don't think Big Mama knows where they are, half the time. She spends a lot of time down at the courthouse, making the cops chase the kids fathers for child support, and when she's stuck in between, there's always welfare, I guess. I think it pisses her off that she has to get straight to go downtown. It's kind of amazing that one of her boyfriends hasn't stuck his dick in Tabitha. Jason, Tabitha's big brother, has been in Juvie twice already -- thinks he's a gangsta."

Hank nodded. This was the first time he'd actually run into the legendary 'welfare mom' thing -- everyone else he knew from his association with the group worked -- hard, some of them -- to make ends meet. He grabbed a handful of Brie's tiny ass and squeezed. "Get up, Cheesecake, I need to sit up." Brie rolled off and he sat up, but she slid in under his arm. "Don't get any ideas," he added, when she started playing with his shrinking cock, "I'm gonna need that, later."

"Well, okay, but any time..." Brie replied. "It's nice when I get some back."

"You're welcome." Hank cuddled her against him. "What about the brother? Would he freak? Would any of the other kids give us trouble?"

"Gina won't," Brie interjected, "I don't think she even likes boys -- and she doesn't get along with her big sister."

The guys stopped to take in this information from an unexpected source. When Brie's' comment had soaked in, Randy shook his head. "Nah. We could buy the other brother off, if we had to. As for Jason, if he finds out Tabitha is fucking, the worst that will happen is that he'll try to pimp her out to his gangsta friends. We don't want to mess with them, but we won't have to -- I think we've got everything we need to keep them from trying to hassle us, and they won't want us around."

"Gee, I dunno. It sounds so simple, but..." Hank mused. "What does Alyssa think?"

Randy shrugged. "SISSY!" he yelled.

"Yeah?" Alyssa stuck her head around the door cautiously.

"Do you think we're going to have any trouble out of Tabitha -- or her family?" Hank asked. "We haven't had a whole lot of luck with that..."

Alyssa grimaced. "Her mom could care less, I think -- anything that gets her out of the house. Her brothers and sister have their own things... She spends a lot of time bored, I think -- anything we give her to do will probably make her happy, even if it IS sucking..." She shut up abruptly, eyeing Brie.

"What about birth control?" Hank asked.

Alyssa cackled. "She's on the Pill; she takes it every day at four o'clock, religiously -- she seems to think if she's a half-hour late it might not work!" She snorted. "Her mom made sure she was protected; she told her that she couldn't support any grandkids, and that Tabitha had better not be bringing her any. If Tabitha came up pregnant, her mom would probably kick her out -- but she'd probably still tell the welfare department she was living there..." Alyssa shook her head.

Hank shrugged. "I guess it's on, then. How do you want to handle it?"

Randy scratched his head. "We keep it simple. Masks and shit are a waste of time. You have a video?"

"Yep."

"We show her the video, we tell her she's fucked, and we fuck her. That'll work, won't it, Sissy?"

"Yeah," Alyssa nodded. "Keep it REAL simple. Tell her the obvious stuff -- because she's not gonna figure it out on her own from hints. I swear, she's just north of retarded. If she was a white chick, she'd be blonde."

The guys bagged lunch in the kitchen and hung out, playing video games, until the knock came at the door. "Just bring her in to us," Randy directed Alyssa, "then you can hang out or you can leave, I guess. Cheesecake, I know you've seen this stuff, but I don't want her distracted, okay?"

"Yeah." Brie wrinkled her nose. "It doesn't always look like fun." She dashed off.

A minute later, Alyssa led Tabitha into the room. "Randy wants to talk to you, okay?" she told Tabitha.

"Okay." Tabitha contrived to look coy. "What'cha want?" Her gaze swept to Hank and she looked mildly uncertain.

"We got something here on TV we want to talk to you about," Randy replied. "Why don't you sit and we'll show you?"

"Okay." Hank was sitting on the left couch arm, so she settled onto the right side of the couch.

Randy started the video -- an edited clip that Toby had put on a DVD. It started with her licking an unidentified pussy, then moved on to show Dirk lapping her out, digging his tongue in her vagina and lapping her slit -- even poking at her ass. "Oh, wow!" was the only thing Tabitha said -- and that was early on. She sat gazing at it, rapt, until the clip ended, then she turned to Randy. "Wow! A video! Does it have sound? Can I get a copy? Wow, Dirk was really going at it!" She turned to Alyssa, who hadn't left, "Do I look like that all the time when I cum?"

The guys eyed one another, confused. Didn't Tabitha have a clue? Apparently not... "Uh, no, there's no sound -- sorry," Randy muttered. "Hey, Tabitha, do you know you can get in trouble over this stuff?"

Tabitha turned to him, wide-eyed. "I can?"

"Well, licking another girl out is only embarrassing, maybe," Randy replied, "but playing with dogs like that is illegal. You didn't know?"

"Uh uh." Tabitha eyed Randy, then flicked a glance at Hank and one at Alyssa. "Am I in trouble?"

"Well, yeah, some," Randy replied. "I guess it's all about who you're in trouble with. If the cops were to see this, you'd probably end up in Juvie for a while -- sex with animals is a big no-no." He felt like he was talking to Brie -- or somebody even younger. "Are you with me so far?"

"Yeah, I guess," Tabitha grimaced. She turned to Alyssa, "Did you know that?"

"Well, I do now," Alyssa admitted.

"So, I'm in trouble?" Tabitha asked. "You're gonna tell?"

"That's not the plan," Hank interjected.

"What IS the plan?" Tabitha asked.

"Well, it's simple, really, Tabitha," Randy took up the explanation. "We're gonna keep quiet, and you're gonna do whatever we tell you to do."

"Okay," Tabitha replied blandly. "Call me Tab -- Momma calls me Pull Tab; she says she got pregnant with me because some guys gave her a case of beer and she got 'way too drunk..." She eyed Randy owlishly. "So what kind of stuff am I gonna have to do?"

"You're being too subtle, Big Brother," Alyssa sighed, exasperated. "Tab, they own you, okay? If they take that video to the cops, you're screwed -- so it doesn't matter WHAT they want you to do -- you need to do it! Understand?"

"Yeah, I guess." Tabitha still looked kind of vague on things. "So, like what? Do I have to clean your rooms, or wash dishes?"

"Well, maybe," Randy replied. "We had some other stuff in mind. Basically, though, it's whatever we tell you to do. That might include that kind of stuff, but it will include other stuff, too. Basically, since we got you getting licked out, you can plan on doing that. You'll be fucking whoever we tell you to fuck, and sucking whoever we tell you to suck, and generally doing whatever else we tell you."

Tabitha blinked. "Did you say fucking? And sucking?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Somebody is gonna fuck me?"

"Probably a bunch of people."

"Really?" A beatific smile spread across Tabitha's features. "I get to fuck guys?"

"Yeah," Randy agreed, surprised. "That doesn't bother you?"

"Shit, no! That's fucking awesome!" Tabitha enthused. "You're not kidding, right?" She eyed Randy sidelong. "You're not just teasing, are you? That would suck..."

The two males sat there, incredulous. Randy had just told her that she was basically a sex slave -- and she was thrilled to death! Hank took a run at it. "Look, do you understand? You're gonna be a slut -- OUR slut -- and you gonna fuck who we say, when we say, and how we say. What do you think of that?"

"You're going to find guys to fuck me, right? A lot of guys?" Tabitha retorted.

"Enough. Am I getting through?" Hank couldn't believe the responses...

"When?" Tabitha demanded. "When does this start?"

Hank and Randy shared a look. "Well, now," Hank declared. "Take off all of your clothes so we can see what we've got here." Pretty soon, she was going to HAVE to hesitate or bluster or something...

Not yet; Tabitha unbuttoned her shorts and shoved them down her stocky legs, then flipped her spaghetti-strap top over her head, revealing a pair of pink cotton panties with little flowers on them and a rather businesslike white bra. After a mere glance to confirm, she stepped out of the panties and shucked out of the bra, too. "Okay?"

She had a big, round ass -- but that was no surprise. There was a thick growth of pubic hair -- but her clitoral hood was prominent, a ridgeline rising above the forest. Up top, the breasts weren't much -- they would have been easily mistaken for baby fat, except for the big, puffy areolas crested by big, rubbery-looking dark-chocolate nipples. "Not much on top," Randy grunted.

"If I ever get pregnant, they'll swell up," Tabitha offered. "Momma is a Double D."

"Well, we're not looking to make you pregnant," Hank growled. "You're on birth control, right?"

"Yes." Tabitha nodded briskly. "Every day."

"Come over here," Randy ordered. "You ever been up close and personal with a cock?"

Randy pointed at the floor in front of him; Tabitha knelt while answering, "I've seen a couple from a distance, but up close? No."

"Well, go digging for mine and see if you can figure out how to make it happy," Randy directed. "Are you cherry? Sounds like it."

Tabitha was biting her tongue while she tore at Randy's belt and zipper. "I don't have a thingie, but I've never been fucked. Momma has toys... Fake dicks, vibrators and stuff. Why, I dunno -- she fucks a LOT." She finished with his zipper and started hauling on his jeans.

"Easy! It'll still be there when you get there!" Randy admonished.

"Gawd, I hope so!" Tabitha's hands were shaking. She reached for the waistband of his jockey shorts.

"Wait! Get me out of my shoes and get the jeans off, first," Randy directed. "I'm not fucking with shit around my ankles!"

"We're gonna fuck? For sure?" Tabitha's eyes were huge.

"You see anybody else eligible?" Randy asked. "I can't fuck Sissy -- that's incest."

Tabitha tore at his shoelaces with shaking fingers. Randy watched her narrowly; either she was going to suddenly get chicken, or she was in a tearing hurry to feel a cock -- and he couldn't remember ever running into a chick who wasn't reluctant, at some point. But aside from a certain amount of fumbling, Tabitha showed no signs of reluctance as she pulled off one of his running shoes and hauled at the laces of the other and pulled it off. Randy braced himself on her thick shoulder as he lifted one leg and then the other for her to untangle him from his jeans, and then it was time for the moment of truth...

Tabitha collected the waistband of his shorts in both hands and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Now?" Randy nodded, and his shorts dropped to his ankles in a single motion. Tabitha held them for him to step out of them, but her eyes were elsewhere -- and huge!

"Oooohhh! My God! Can I touch it?" Tabitha tossed his shorts away so hard that they hit a wall, unnoticed -- but her eyes never left Randy's erection.

"Yah," Randy agreed, "That's what it's there for." He glanced up at Hank, "I don't think she's bluffing, Man."

"She isn't. She just dripped on the floor!" Hank laughed.

Tabitha's face darkened, but her eyes never left her prize as she slowly, gently wrapped a fist around Randy's erection and jacked it. "Ooooh," she sighed, mesmerized. She brought up her other hand and took it in this counter-rotating grip, like a baseball player moving his hands on a bat. Randy wasn't quite long enough to be sticking out between her thumb and forefinger, but it was very effective.

"Damn!" he hissed. "Where did you learn to do THAT?"

"Watching Momma," Tabitha said, matter-of-factly. "Is it good? Am I doing it right?"

"You must be," Randy croaked. "It's pretty damned good!"

Alyssa picked that moment to announce, "I'm leaving now..."

"Yah. Go on. This is under control," Randy grunted. Tabitha was making like a total slut -- WITHOUT any coercion!

"Can I lick it?" she asked, breathless, continuing the rotating massage of Randy's shaft.

"Sure," Randy panted. "How come one of your mama's boyfriends hasn't poked you? You seem pretty willing..."

"Momma doesn't share," Tabitha pouted. Then her tongue snaked out to swab the tip of his glans through the 'O' of her thumb and forefinger. The tongue retracted, and she visibly savored his pre-cum. "She's real careful about that. Generally, she makes me leave the house, now. I haven't actually seen anything in a couple of years." She looked vaguely reflective. "Sometimes it's cold outside..."

Hank and Randy shared a glance; the things that comment said about Tabitha explained a couple of things. But how could anybody be so... Placid? Slow? Tolerant?

Tabitha was all of that -- but right now, she was totally focused on the culmination of her young life. The cock in her hands had her total attention -- it was the instrument of her destiny. She worshiped it like nothing she'd ever seen before, hoping that it would deliver on its promise to fulfill her dreams. The feel, the taste, the musky aroma of the cock in her hands promised that in a few minutes, she would be a woman -- and there wasn't ANYTHING in the world that she wanted more! She released it with one hand, reluctantly, so she could explore the heavy sack of balls beneath it with her fingers, her touch reverent. The white guy was right -- she WAS dripping; she could feel drops of her juices rolling down her thighs from her puffy, itchy pussy lips. "Can I suck it?" She husked.

"Do you know how?" Randy gasped. She was still corkscrewing one hand along his shaft.

"I've been practicing with Momma's big rubber ones..."

"Go ahead," Randy croaked, and watched with wide eyes as he felt big, soft, thick lips slide over his glans. Tabitha's eyes were closed; he didn't have to guess why -- she was tasting him, feeling the texture, washing the underside with her tongue. She took it in quite a ways, then slowly backed off, only to come back for even more...

Tabitha loved it! The texture was SO different from those nasty-tasting rubber things, and the taste was salty skin with a taint of his musk. She took a whole mouthful, then slowly backed off until her lips passed the ridge at the back of its head, then engulfed it again. This time, the musk and salt were gone and it was fresh and light and electric, topped by a sauce of pre-cum. She backed off again, deliberately leaving him soaked in her saliva, until her lips were parked on the spongy head, then took him down completely, as she'd practiced so many times before...

Randy's eyes bugged! Hank's eyes bugged! This was a girl who had never sucked a cock? RIIIIIGHT! Three strokes and she had her nose in Randy's pubes! She backed off and Randy stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "You lied to me, didn't you?"

Tabitha's eyes popped open and she shook her head, not releasing the fat head of his cock from between her lips.

"Come on, nobody deep throats the first time they give a blow job!" Randy chided. "You don't get that good without practice!"

Real fear washed over her. Was he going to take his wonderful cock and go away? She clutched the shaft to make sure he didn't go anywhere, then wailed, "I haven't -- I promise! But I watched Momma and I knew what I had to learn, so I spent a lot of time learning how to do that with the big rubber ones! I did right, didn't it?"

Randy blinked and flicked a glance at Hank. Tabitha practiced deep-throating rubber dicks in anticipation of the real thing? That was just... slutty! "Why would you do that?"

"You don't get it, do you?" Tabitha asked. "I used to lie in bed and listen to Momma fucking some guy -- or two guys, or maybe three! Such pleasure... Then when I got my periods and started playing with myself, it was so good -- but I knew it wasn't everything, you know? And I'd watch Momma suck a guy and saw how much he enjoyed it when she swallowed him..." Her eyes beseeched him. "Please! Don't be mad! I'm not lying! I've been waiting YEARS for this!"

Randy was dazed. This poor, ugly, dull-witted little bitch had been waiting for a couple of years for somebody, ANYBODY, to stick his dick in her! She'd actually been practicing! It was the damnedest thing... He shrugged, exasperated. "Knock yourself out, then. You want to swallow a load before I fuck you?"

Tabitha stopped dead with her mouth open, halfway to his cock. "Will there be any left? I know that sometimes guys run out..."

"There'll be plenty -- and even if there wasn't, he's gonna fuck you next!" Randy laughed, indicating Hank. "Aren't you, Man?"

"Yeah," Hank agreed seriously, "I'm gonna fuck you."

"Oh thank God!" Tabitha dove on Randy's erection, going absolutely nuts!

"Hey, take it easy! You don't want to break it!" Randy gasped.

Tabitha looked stricken and lightened up.

"Give me those pistol-grip ears of yours..." Tabitha's ears were strangely flattened at the tops -- stunted-looking -- just another thing that made her less than appetizing to look at. The comment hurt, but the accompanying action made up for it; Randy started fucking her face. A lot of girls wouldn't have been thrilled, but Tabitha figured if he was driving, she would get that load for sure -- and she wanted to taste cum in the worst way... She ducked her head to straighten her throat and moaned.

Randy tried throat-fucking her for a while and stopped; he was missing something that she'd been doing. "You take over. Do whatever you were doing before -- I think it felt better."

This was music to Tabitha's ears. She would take it any way she could get it, but his comment implied that she'd been doing a good job -- and that stroked her ego. She resumed control of the blowjob, continuing to deep-throat, but swallowing with him buried and stopping for a moment at the end of the outstroke to wash the underside of his glans with her tongue.

Randy's reaction was everything she could have hoped for. He started puffing and gasping almost immediately, plainly getting into it. "Yeah, like that! Shit! I'm gonna blow a quart of jizz down your throat if you keep that up! Fuck!" She opened her eyes to watch his face contort in expressions that reflected the intensity of the sensations she delivered to him; it was one of the most satisfying moments of her young life -- and Randy topped it spectacularly when just over a minute later he grabbed her head to keep her from running as his eyes rolled up and he howled as his cock swelled and hosed semen into her sucking mouth, "YAAAAAHHH! FUCK!"

Semen was everything Tabitha hoped it would be -- thick, chewy, like congealed white gravy, with a meaty taste, yet a metallic tang. She loved it! Randy squirted four big blasts onto her tongue before settling back to dribbles, and she savored it while teasing him with her tongue, looking for more. The sensations became rapidly unbearable, and Randy staggered back.

"No!" Tabitha wailed, grabbing his shaft, holding him.

"You gotta stop sucking! It's too intense!" Randy argued.

"Do I have to?" she whined.

"There'll be more," Randy promised. "But it gets real sensitive after a come. Doesn't your clit get sensitive after you cum?"

"Yeah, sometimes," Tabitha admitted. It was usually after being licked out, but she didn't think it was wise to share that bit of information.

"Okay, then. Give me a minute. Better yet -- Man, get out of your shit and feed her, willya? It's prime shit..." Randy told Hank.

"Sure looked like it," Hank agreed, pulling off his still laced shoes. He dumped out of his shorts and underwear and went to Tabitha, who appeared reluctant to release Randy's cock.

Tabitha's reaction to Hank's erection was "Oh!" and big eyes. He was a lot different than Randy -- rough and raw looking, with a big head and a stiff, slightly bent shaft. Watching his face, she bent her mouth to his tip and enveloped it with her lips.

"Aaahhhh!!" Hank groaned. "Nice!" Encouraged, Tabitha started washing the underside with her tongue -- which brought an immediate reaction, "DAMN! You're GOOD! Let's see that deep throat!" Tabitha started bobbing; four strokes later, despite the rough, stringy texture of his shaft, she had it buried in her throat. "Damn! That's incredible!" Hank gasped. "I know somebody that's going to be pissed at the competition..."

Randy grinned; yeah, it was a good thing Brie was staying away...

Tabitha had it down pat; sucking a cock in was good, but usually required an open throat and limited lip contact -- but withdrawal was a totally different procedure. Tabitha would clamp down, riding her lips along Hank's shaft and over the ridge of his glans, maximizing the sensations -- and then wash the most sensitive area of the underside with her tongue. It was incredible, and reduced Hank to hunching over her, his hands on the back of her head but not pressing her, grunting, "Huh... Huh... Huh..." at the end of every stroke. Tabitha watched his face, feeling every muscle in his body go rigid and his face redden, then he gasped, "Suck! Suck! AWWWW!!!" His knees started jumping and his cock got diamond-hard -- and his balls jumped as he spewed a load of his thick, chewy seed into her mouth in long, sticky blasts. She laved the tip of his cock with her tongue, teasing more of his gooey gift from his balls into her waiting mouth, savoring and swallowing and sucking some more.

When he rocked back and grunted, "Okay!" she released him from her lips, but, like Randy, she maintained a grip, milking his shaft. Her pussy was a swamp; she was sure that the rug beneath her was soaked. Everything was hypersensitive. Randy reached out to tug a nipple and she hunched and gasped as an orgasm rolled over her -- nothing huge, but an orgasm, nonetheless! "Please!" she gasped; nothing more needed saying -- her eyes said it all.

"Let me go so I can stick it in," Randy grunted -- and she dropped it like it was electrocuting her! "Up on your hands and knees..." He circled behind her and knelt up. "Man, have you ever seen anything like this?"

Hank took a look; Tabitha's thighs were shiny with her secretions and her pussy was pink and puffy; the labia looked twice the size that they had been on first examination. "Jeezus..."

"You want it, Girl?" Randy asked.

"Please..." Tabitha watched him over her shoulder, her eyes begging.

Randy went home in a single stroke -- but when he was buried, her pussy clutched him all the way back out. Tabitha wailed, "Omigaaaaawd!" and backed her ass into him, driving the second stroke herself. "UUUUUUUHHHH!!!" she grunted, and Hank watched her eyes roll up -- but she didn't stop, and she didn't go slack, and her ass described a cycle that brought it up and back and out and down, almost twice a second. Randy didn't have to do much except make sure he didn't come all the way out; Tabitha handled everything else -- while obviously cumming like a freight train!

A real cock -- that incredible stiffness, that soft tip, those textures, that smoothness! -- was everything Tabitha had envisioned. She was there -- where Momma went when she screamed her joy to the world! Tabitha couldn't scream -- she could barely breathe, it seemed like -- but her ass -- her pussy -- had its own imperatives. It was going to operate in perpetual motion until she was skin and bone and weighed forty pounds -- and Tabitha didn't care at all...

Hank watched the homely girl's face as she cycled in and out of nirvana; just watching her was a sex act! He though he was going to spew without even touching himself, just by watching her! Instead, however, the urgency built and built -- a need to get inside that pussy, to be the source of that amazing cycle of explosive pleasure and satiety.

Despite his recent blowjob and the total lack of control she left him, Randy lasted just over three minutes. Tabitha wasn't just a fuck, she was a hot cock massage, clutching, milking, sucking, sliding over all of the surfaces of his probe. She was in constant motion, inside and out -- right up to the point where he grabbed her heavy hips and buried himself so he could fire blasts of semen at he womb. THEN, she stopped dead and shrieked, "OGOD! I can FEEL IT! OMIGAAAAWD!!" her back arched as she stared sightlessly at the ceiling -- and then abruptly collapsed forward onto her hands.

Randy, finished, found himself holding her ass in position so he could maintain his penetration; he backed out and Tabitha dropped into an almost fetal position. "You okay?"

"Uuuuuhhh... Yessss..." The most amazing experience of her life was over. She was addicted -- as she had known from the start she was going to be. How was she ever going to get enough?

"Hey, you okay?" A hand shook her shoulder. Reality called.

"Yes," she replied softly.

"You want some more? After watching that, I've just gotta..."

Her eyes popped open. "More?"

"Yeah. Roll over." Hands pushed at her rolling her onto her side.

Tabitha kept going until she was flat on her back and then raised herself so she could gaze at the cock bouncing above her pubic mound as Hank jacked back her legs. "Gimmee!" she husked, spreading her thick thighs. "Oh, Gawd, yes!"

Hank said nothing; he just crawled forward and plugged himself in. Tabitha's gash took him in the same way it had handled Randy -- with virtually no resistance on the in-stroke, but clutching and grabbing him on the way out. Hank had no control -- just an imperative to pound away -- but Tabitha didn't care. Hank had her clit and her G-spot both under attack, and her body moved automatically, lifting her cunt into position to take the pounding while she came again -- and again, and again...

Hank was already down two loads; despite the insanity, he lasted nearly five minutes before howling wordlessly, bending Tabitha almost double, and painting her cervix. Tabitha grabbed his head, locked her lips on his, and tried to swallow his tongue while shuddering her way through the aftermath. Hank didn't care, but he was given little time to enjoy being collapsed atop her; someone with inhuman strength hauled him up and back and tossed him aside. Hank gathered himself and took a look; Randy had a brand spanking new erection and was going for thirds, grinning maniacally while his hips cycled, jamming it into Tabitha's cunt. And Tabitha was already throwing herself up to meet him, grunting, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" while her head rocked back and forth, her eyes staring sightlessly here and there.

When sanity returned, Randy dragged himself up and back, then stood, trying to keep his legs from cramping. Hank was sitting on the couch, shaking his head. Tabitha lay there for a bit, panting, then said, Ouch!" rather distantly, covering her mound with her hand -- and discovering the massive creampie oozing from her puffy cunt. She lifted her gooey fingers rather dazedly to her face, sniffed, and stuck them in her mouth; Hank grunted and shook his head again. "I think I'm starting to understand," he muttered.

"Understand what?" Randy asked.

"How her mother attracts guys," Hank explained. Turning his attention to Tabitha, he asked, "Does your mom fuck for money?"

Tabitha threw her mind back into gear. "I don't think so," she replied. "Maybe a couple of times -- but I never saw any money. Usually, it's for some pot, or beer -- or just for fun. Momma likes to get high -- and I don't understand it, really, because she seems to have more fun when she's sober..." She rolled carefully up onto her hands and knees and crawled over to where Hank was sitting on the couch; watching her, Hank didn't figure she'd be walking any time soon. "Ummm, you guys? Whatever I gotta do to get that again, you just let me know, okay? Anything..."

Hank covered his face to keep from laughing. Tabitha was a total trip! Randy parked himself gingerly on the couch arm and tried to act blasé. "We'll figure out something. Hey, you know where the bathroom is, right? Why don't you go get a towel to clean up with? You're dripping cum all over the place..."

Hank worked at pulling a straight face. "Or you can lick it up..."

Tabitha blushed and staggered up, holding a hand over her runny crotch, and headed for the bathroom. Hank flicked a glance at Randy. "Even money she licks her fingers again."

"No bet."