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."

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.

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!"

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.

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."

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!"

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.

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...

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...