Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Heat Wave
Part: 22 of 25
Universe: The Heat Wave
Summary: Meet Cletus Putnam: landlord, entrepreneur, opportunist, sometime
Dom.  It's hotter than Hell and he has the only swimming pool and central
air conditioning in his little lower middle-class neighborhood -- and he's
not above taking advantage of that fact.
Content: Mf mf oral 1st

Chapter 22

	I was totally overloaded!  I needed and ass or a pussy, NOW!  Nothing
else would do!  I almost stuck my dick in Ed -- knowing he wanted it -- but
I'd promised Holly...  I thundered up the stairs and marched out the slider
and to the edge of the pool and yelled, "Holly! NOW!"

	Every eyeball in sight locked on me, but that didn't matter -- I had
to have relief!

	Holly looked up, bug-eyed, at my tool steel erection and said, "Now?"

	"If you want that first load I promised you, it's got to happen NOW!"
I insisted.

	"Cletus!" Jean rebuked me - but I was in no mood to be fucked with.

	"Shut the fuck up!" I rasped, then turned back to Holly.  "Well?"

	"Coming!"  Holly made for the ladder.

	Now, Jean was right of course -- I was in full wild animal mode -
which isn't the way you initiate virgins.  But once Holly's puffy pink cones
were visible above the edge of the pool nothing else mattered.  She came
running and I grabbed her by the upper arm and shoved her to her knees and
demanded, "SUCK!"

	To her credit, Holly didn't stop to think about it - she just wrapped
her Cupid's bow lips around my meat and started a massage.  I didn't even
think to make comparisons with her efforts of the previous week; I just
roared in pleasure.

	Jean dashed up and snapped, "Cletus!  Get a hold of yourself!  Is
this how you break in virgins?"

	I got ready to take a swing at Jean, but Holly went "MMMM!! MMMM!!"
then her lips popped off my erection and she said, "Go 'way!"  Then she tried
to swallow my pole whole, and when my glans popped through into her throat
the lightning flashed and the thunder roared and a grabbed a double handful
of Holly's curly red hair and erupted like Vesuvius down her silken throat...

	I went somewhere else -- that lovely place where every nerve in your
body gets stroked - that place you don't always get to when you cum, but when
you do, it's memorable!  When I came back, I was still holding Holly's head,
but she was licking my glans and the waves rolled over me every time her
tongue rolled over it.  It was excruciating, unbearable, wonderful...  My
knees shook.  I tried to pull myself together.  "Are you okay, Honey?" I
gasped.

	"I loved that..." Holly husked, and lipped me again.  Shaking, I
gently pushed her head away.

	"Nobody should ever assume that you don't like boys, Honey," I
puffed, "and boys are gonna LOVE you!"  I took her hand and raised her to her
feet.

	"Cletus..." Jean said cautiously.

	"It's all right," I told her.  "I'm me again.  I got all caught up in
a session downstairs and just had to have it..."

	"Well..."

	"Yeah, I know, I know..." I waved her off.  "Come on, Honey, I owe
you a ride."  I eyed Jean and nodded for her to follow as I led Holly by the
hand toward my bedroom.  When she was sitting on my bed, I said, "I don't
remember deep throat being among your skills last week..."

	"I've been practicing all week with a rubber cock," Holly explained
shyly.

	"Well, you did good.  I'm sorry I went nuts on you."

	"I loved it!  It was..."  She shivered eloquently.

	"It was the best blow job I've had in a long time, Honey," I told
her.  "I was primed to an unholy extent, but you were just incredible!
Settle back and I'll return the favor..."

	Holly waved a finger.  "No!  I've been licked before!  Make me wet
with your big dick, then..."

	"Okay, scoot up there, then..."  Jean was there, but she didn't say
anything or do anything as I climbed above the slight redhead and started
rubbing the tip of my cock along her furrow.  I lowered my lips, first to
Holly's, then to her puffy left nipple; she arched herself and hissed,
"Yessss..."  I found her opening and was going to just rub it, but Holly
thrust her hips downward the moment the tip was half-seated and the next
thing I knew I was glans deep, the ring of muscle at her opening clutching me
behind my flange.  "Jeezus, Baby!  Are you in a hurry?"

	"Uh... huh..."  Holly's voice was congested with lust.

	"Where in the Hell is your hymen?" I gasped.

	"Rubber cock..."

	There didn't seem to be anything left to do but make it good - and
that wasn't difficult, by any means!  She was two-thirds of the way there by
the time I'd managed to get my whole length lubricated and buried to the
root; the rest of the ride to her first orgasm took maybe twenty frantic
seconds.  Holly's antics beneath me were nearly enough to throw me off the
bed, so I rolled us over and let her drive - which might have been a mistake
because she went at it like breaking my pubic bone into little tiny chunks
was the primary mission!  "Jeezus, Baby!  You're gonna hurt yourself!" I
gasped - but what I REALLY meant was 'You're gonna hurt ME!'  She kept at it,
body parts going every which way, through her second orgasm before she
settled down a bit and focused on grinding the remains of my destroyed pubic
bone to powder.  She didn't mean to, maybe, but she DAMNED sure got even with
me for the blow job!

	After that, exhaustion settled in and she began to pace herself -
which allowed me to begin to enjoy things.  It was good timing, because the
pain had been threatening to rob me of my erection despite the excitement of
the ride.  I promised myself that if there was a next time, we were going
doggy!

	Nonetheless, with the worst of the abuse over, the tight clutch of
her cunt brought me back to full operation and I used the opportunity to
drive from below as she flagged.  "Maybe we should..." she panted, and I took
the hint and rolled us back over and started seriously long-stroking her,
setting a pace that was urgent, but wasn't destructive of bone and tissue.
She learned to appreciate it rapidly; you could see it in her face.  Redheads
get RED when they blush - and she did so all the way to her puffy areolas as
the next orgasm hit.  Sensing a need for further urgency, I jacked it up for
a few strokes until she stiffened and her eyes rolled up and she started
throwing little shudders, then backed it off when she did.  After that, she
seemed to throw a small orgasm every few seconds; she was up, belly
fluttering, then down, then back up...

	It was hard to take - physically AND mentally; as much as I would
have liked to extend it for her, she drove me over the edge in about a minute
and a half.  She arched and I arched and she pulsed and I started jetting my
load into her and she squealed "OMIGOD!" and STAYED arched and her pussy
started wringing my dick - and I started wondering if I could find a way to
put THIS little bitch in my stable permanently!  All I had to do was to teach
her not to start out like she was killing rats...

	As I rolled off to the side, Jean said her first words since she
followed us into the bedroom, "Well, that was... impressive..."

	'No fucking shit!' I thought - but I was out of breath and energy and
just let it pass.

	We were disconnected, but Holly convinced me by pushing that I should
be on my back, then crawled atop me to hug herself against me and cry.  "It
was wonderful!" she sobbed, "I could FEEL it when you ..."

	"Came?" I supplied.

	"Uh huh!"

	"Well, you're seriously hot, Sweetheart.  If you ever need me to
write an affidavit to that effect, I'll be happy to do it!"

	"What?  Oh..." she chuckled.  "Thanks, I guess."

	"I'm not needed here," Jean announced, and walked out.  I certainly
couldn't argue; post-coital lassitude had me and it was all I could do not to
fall asleep.  We spent twenty minutes or so cuddling, with me rubbing her
soft flesh here and there while Holly purred - redheads have this soft, puffy
feel to them sometimes that makes it hard to identify muscle tissue, and
Holly was that type.  While not fat by any means, she still contrived to feel
pillowy.  Finally, she sat up and said, "I think I want a shower."

	I waved at the bathroom connector and mumbled, "Through that door,"
and she crawled off me, headed that way.  I struggled up, "Let me pee first!"

	Holly giggled.  "Can you give me a second to drain?"

	"Sure..."

	We swapped back and forth and I left her under the shower head as I
slowly dragged myself outside.  Everyone present turned to look at me, so I
licked my finger and pretended to put a mark on a blackboard, to cheers and
jeers, then dragged myself down the ladder and went to rest my broken bones
in the shallows.

	Michael came over, grinning.  "Ed and Cindy?" I asked.

	"They went home," Michael related.  "I'm invited, any time...  Pete
is, too."

	I nodded, glancing around for Pete - and not seeing him.  I'd just
shelved the matter when a rhythmic pattern of fleshy smacks alternated with
contralto exclamations of "Oh!" started coming from the deck; I zeroed in on
the location and stood to identify what had to be Pete's ass rocking and
rolling with a pair of brown legs wrapped around it on a lounger.  "Jean's
gonna shit a brick," I muttered.

	"I don't know where Mom is," Michael muttered, "but she isn't here."
We watched the girls drift toward the edge of the pool nearest where Pete and
Joy were putting on their exhibition; I heard Amy mutter, "This is better
than a video..."  I could have told her that...

	Holly came out, flushed and naked, pink from her shower, and stopped
to watch Pete and Joy from close up, ignoring the other girls' demands for a
review of her own experience while she got her fill of watching the couple's
sinuous movements.  Pete was becoming quite the cocksman - that much was
clear.  Finally, she tore herself away and sat down on the edge of the pool
to answer questions - and clearly, it was a good review, from the admiring
looks I got.

	"Did you have a good time?" I asked Michael.  "What happened after I
left?"

	"Yeah, it was hot - especially watching Cindy get into it," Michael
admitted.  "You didn't miss anything - just cleanup and relaxing in the
aftermath."

	I nodded.  I thought about making a point of telling him that Ed
would want a dick - and might want an ass, too - but I figured Michael knew
that.

	Pete finished up in a clearly joyful Joy; the girls took that as a
cue to wander inside.  Michael and I hung out, watching Pete and Joy cuddle.
"I'm down two and you're down one - and it isn't eight o'clock yet!" I
chuckled.

	Michael nodded.  "That isn't going to be it, is it?"

	"Not from the way the girls were eyeing Pete and Joy longingly," I
agreed.  "Gina couldn't go without last time and she's getting a LOT more
heterosexual stimulation.  Every one of those girls with the possible
exception of your sister has had and enjoyed a dick - and I don't think
tongues are gonna do it for them tonight."

	"Holly?" Michael queried.

	"Incredible fuck," I supplied, "In-fucking-credible.  And she does
deep throat.  There is no question that she likes boys..."

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	Jean didn't surface.  She wasn't anywhere in the house that I could
see. I didn't bother the girls in the TV room - but the surveillance system
said Jean wasn't in there - nor was she downstairs, which is where Pete took
Joy.  I finally rolled back the exterior video to when she wandered out of my
bedroom and caught her heading home.  'Well, fine...' I thought.  Michael and
I wandered here and there aimlessly; at one point, I suggested that he go
downstairs and induce Pete to share Joy, but he shook his head.  We parked in
the kitchen for a while and the living room for a while, and just as I got
the itch to go spy on shit in my office, the TV room door popped open and
Gina came out.  Her eyes swept over us and it looked to me like it was a
close race, but she turned to Michael and said, "Is Joy with Pete?"

	"As far as I know," Michael allowed.

	"We won't disturb them much, then, will we?" Gina asked, stepping
close enough to rub her bare titties on Michael's chest.

	Michael grinned, "Probably not!"  He took her hand and they headed
for the stairs.

	I sat there and cogitated for a bit.  I was mildly disappointed, but
I'd had some fun in a foursome, a really good blow job, and a seriously hot
fuck - a pretty good evening for an old fart in a house full of teenage
girls.  I put aside feeling sorry for myself and headed for bed.

	Hell, I even avoided porn; I went looking for a movie and found some
vampire thing on cable.  I was lying in the bed watching it around midnight
when two female forms drifted through the door.  They were tough to make out
in the light coming from the TV, so I just said, "Yes?"

	Amy's voice came back, "You didn't think you were done, did you?"

	"Well," I admitted, "I've been feeling a little sorry for myself, but
I was prepared to accept the idea."

	"Don't," Amy said to me, then said to her companion, "Well?  Don't
stand there like a statue..."

	It was Heather; I made her out as she drifted forward.  She was
looking nervous, so I just flipped up the covers for her to crawl under.  She
came into bed gingerly, so I tucked her gently against me.  "We'll do this
however you want to, Hon - including just going to sleep like this, if you
like," I told her.

	Heather seemed to relax - until Amy grunted, "If she decides to do
THAT, I'M gonna want some!"  She circled the bed and crawled in on my left
and tucked herself against me.  I returned my attention to the TV with a head
on each shoulder and two very different breasts in my hands - Heather's wide-
based cone versus Amy's bigger, softer, rounder orb.

	Amy let things ride until the next commercial, then lit into Heather,
"Are you doing ANYTHING?  Cletus..."

	"Amy, this isn't about you!" I admonished.  "This is about Heather.
If you dragged her in here so you could get your jollies watching her get her
cherry popped, you have a problem, because I won't do a damned thing she
doesn't want to do."  I turned to Heather, "If you don't want to be here,
that's fine, Hon.  You don't have to do a damned thing.  If Amy wants, I'll
give her a bounce - but I'm not here to help her push you into something
you're not interested in doing."

	"N-no, I'm here for... that..." Heather husked.

	I hugged her against me.  "That's fine, Honey - but you STILL don't
have to dance to Amy's timetable."

	"I know.  I'm just... scared."

	"One thing you can be sure of, Hon," I told her, "I'm not here to
hurt you."

	"But it will."

	"It might.  Some girls don't hurt.  But it generally does -
momentarily.  What we'll be doing is trying to get past it to the fun part -
something I wouldn't expect a boy your age to do. It's not their fault,
actually - they're just ignorant and a little bit hair-trigger; if kids got
taught about sex the way you SHOULD be, it wouldn't be such a gamble."  I
turned to Amy, "I'm going to need that arm.  You can stay, and you can watch
or you can help - but don't rush her."

	"Yes, Cletus."  Amy looked suitably penitent - even though I
suspected that when I turned away, she probably rolled her eyes. I started
rubbing Heather's belly with my freed hand, caressing it, her hip, and her
ass.  Figuring she probably didn't want to suck face with an 'old guy,' I
took a run at her right nipple.  She sucked in a big breath through her nose,
but she didn't stop me; instead, she started caressing the back of my head.

	The next twenty minutes' worth of activity was totally washed over by
the TV; I'm not known for mixing talk and sex play and Heather didn't make
any noises louder than a pant - and she did a lot of that with her mouth
closed.  I didn't mind - there's something about a woman with her nostrils
wide open pushing air in and out fast that says you've got her full
attention.  Heather rolled her right leg up so I could get at her pussy so I
did so as smoothly and gently as I could manage; when I had three fingers
sliding along her open inner lips and slot, she reached in to renew her
acquaintance with my dick.  I was pleased; while she wasn't as practiced or
familiar as Amy, for instance, might have been, she handled it confidently
and fearlessly.  Amy made her sole contribution during this period by
whipping the blankets off when it became apparent that they were in the way.

	I'd planned on fingering and sucking Heather through her first
orgasm, but when her movements started getting urgent and jerky she rolled
over on her back, hauling me with her by keeping my head locked against her
breast.  At that point, she uttered her first word in twenty minutes, "Now!"

	You don't argue with that - and I didn't.  My plans were irrelevant -
if she wanted to be on the bottom, so be it.  I got up on my knees and she
lifted hers and I pinned them with my shoulders as I leaned up to rub my cock
against her very wet slot, then she grunted as I pushed forward into her.
From my perspective, her hymen wasn't anything much - and Heather seemed to
agree with me, gasping, "Okay, slow..."  There was plenty of lubrication if I
didn't go nuts, despite her tight clasp; in three or four strokes, I was in
as deep as it was going to go; I started slow and cycled up from less than
thirty strokes per minute up through sixty, then ninety...

	The breathing got frantic, turned to serious gasps and pants, then
Heather clutched my arms and went rigid and I watched her orgasm through the
windows of her eyes; they popped, then bulged, then went opaque, clearly not
seeing anything.  All the while, she continued that closed-mouth pant.  Her
little pussy absolutely refused to let me go, reducing my speed momentarily
to a crawl until she relaxed in my arms, then her hands traced my face,
chest, and shoulders while she drew some BIG breaths to recover - and I was
off again, driving into her.

	Two minutes later, we did it again, Heather emitting an urgent,
"MMMMMMMM!!!" during the moment leading to her lockup.  After that, call me a
prick if you want, but I stopped being concerned about Heather's pleasure -
it seemed to be handling itself.  I started working on me - and the
difference from her end wasn't noticeable.  When she clamped down the fourth
time, I was pushing the limit and the tight rubbing clutch of her inner walls
popped my cork; I fountained into her as if I hadn't already blown two nuts
in the past four hours!

	I leaned back and released her legs, and she slid her feet down the
back of mine, caressing me while she rubbed my flanks.  "Mom is a fucking
idiot," she breathed, "If she doesn't want you, I do!"

	I chuckled.  "I'm a little old for you to want to live with for
long."

	Amy interrupted, a twisted grimace on her face.  "I don't suppose you
have any left?"

	"Not for a while," I apologized.

	"I have GOT to have a dick!" Amy exclaimed - then flounced up and
hurried out.

	"I thought she'd never leave!" Heather sighed.  "Hold me?"

	"Sure."

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	I don't know how long I was out - it was less than an hour I imagine
- when I awakened to the arrival of someone who slid under the covers on my
left.  I grunted and a familiar voice whispered, "Please don't send me
away..."  Karen.

	"Be good," I growled.  Heather hadn't stirred.  Karen pressed herself
against my back and I went back to sleep sandwiched like that.

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	It happened again, somewhat later - this time I awakened to a
feminine voice exclaiming, "Shit! Shitshitshitshit SHIT!"

	"Christ!  What the fuck?" I rasped.  The other components of my
sandwich stirred.

	"I wanted..."

	"I'm a limited resource," I grunted.  "The boys are downstairs."

	"Yeah, no shit!" I identified the voice as belonging to Gina.  "Amy
came and basically stole Michael, and Holly is with Pete and they're flopping
around like crazy!"

	"What's Joy doing?" I grunted.

	"Putting up with it," Gina groused.  "Well, Pete's eating her while
Holly is using him for a pogo stick.  Wow, can she bounce!"

	"Tell me about it," I chuckled.  "I have to take a leak..."  I nudged
Karen and she got up; Heather was awake, but not showing any inclination to
move.  "Talk to Heather while I take care of business."  I staggered off to
pee.

	When I got back, Gina was sitting on the bed next to Heather, who was
basically curled around her.  Karen was sitting up on the far side, looking
worried.  Gina looked up and said, "You got Heather?  What's that - two
cherries in one day?  Jeezus!"

	"I'm a regular Hugh Hefner this week," I chuckled.  "Believe me, it's
not a normal thing."

	"How many of us have you NOT fucked?"

	"You and your sister..."

	"I'm here to get mine."

	"I was afraid of that."

	Gina's face puckered.  "Does that mean no?"

	"I don't know how good a job I can do right now, Honey.  I mean, if
you want it, I won't kick you out of bed, but I'm not fourteen," I told her.

	"Can we try?"

	I took a breath.  Gina had all of the classic signs of low self-
esteem; she wasn't going to take no well.  On the other hand, if I tried and
failed...  Eyeing Karen, I said, "The TV room is OBVIOUSLY empty.  Go sleep
there."

	"Yes, Master."  Karen padded out.

	"Look, we can try, but I don't want you beating yourself up if I
can't - I've had a LOT of sex in the past six hours.  If something goes
wrong, I promise you a re-match after I rest up some - how's that?"

	Gina nodded.  "Okay.  You just lay down and I'll suck you - and if
you come up, I'll try to ride on top."

	I thought about this.  If she got me erect (normally, I would be
there already), cowgirl isn't my favorite position, so I might lose it again.
"If I rise to the occasion, we might have to do missionary or doggie - I'll
be better off running things."

	"Okay."

	I circled the bed and got in; Gina crawled over Heather and knelt
over my legs.  "Heather, turn on the lamp, please," I directed - I like to
see my women and it was still plenty dark...  Heather did as I asked without
comment.  I looked over at her, clearly asking if she planned to stay;
Heather answered with a nod of affirmation.  Gina locked eyes with me and
took charge of my flaccid cock.

	I was more than a little embarrassed about that situation; normally,
just looking at Gina nude would have been plenty to assure an erection from
me, even though she isn't Grade 'A' material - she's a bit oddly shaped,
being a big girl with a Pacific Islander's coloration with some related flaws
thrown in, like saddlebags that are bigger than her good-sized ass and a
generally jiggly torso.  But Holly had been VERY demanding - and Heather had
been plenty capable of coaxing what was left of the stiffness out of my
noodle.  Soft, warm, wet lips wrapped around my cock below doe-soft brown
eyes, all situated just above a nice set of hanging 'C' cup breasts that
managed to breathe some life into it.  Gina's titties sat fairly high and
round, and would have been a nice-sized rack on a smaller girl, but on her
they looked undersized - they were very soft and jiggly, too, like the roll
that sat above her hips - but that didn't mean they were an eyesore, by any
means.  As I got stiffer and larger, she seemed to get more and more
talented, too - let's face it, a soft cock is NOT the tool you want to use to
judge a blow job!  The first time my glans popped into her throat, though,
well, that put Gina in a different class!  "Aahhh!  That's sweet!" I
exclaimed.  "Do you suck a lot of cocks, Honey?"

	Gina looked a little embarrassed.  She popped off my cock and jacked
me gently as she admitted, "Well, you have to bring something to the
table..."

	Nodding, I replied gently, "I understand."

	"This seems..." Gina murmured, continuing to jack me.

	"Yeah," I agreed.  "Why don't you lie down now and I'll see what I
can do..."  I was pretty hard, but it could disappear in a flash if I ran
into difficulty or the changeover took too long.  "Are you wet?"

	"Uh huh," Gina nodded as she inserted herself between Heather and me
on her back.  "I love to suck - it makes me feel...  I don't know - out of
control?"

	"No kidding," I mused.  Some women feel IN control when they give
head - and that's the draw for them.  I had a feeling Gina was talking about
something else.  Not wanting to be distracted, I shelved the thought process
as I rolled atop her and rubbed my erection along her split, thankful that it
hadn't subsided.  Gina put her knees up and her feet flat on the mattress,
spread wide - and she was wet, as advertised.  I pushed my cock home in her
to the sound of a soft groan.

	Gina was NOT a dead lay, by any stretch of the imagination - but I
was about fucked out, so it took me damned near twenty minutes to get a nut -
and if she hadn't gotten her cookies off in a big way a couple of times along
the way, I might have had to give up without leaving a deposit inside her.
But she did - and I did - and it was good, if exhausting.  I promised myself
another pass with her at some point in the future - but fortunately my
staying power helped her meet her goals and she finished up happy.  I got her
to scoot over and inserted myself between her and Heather and kissed them
both goodnight - and we were all gone for hours...

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	Saturday, it rained like Hell.  The ground seemed to steam when I
ventured out on the deck under the awning.  The humidity was cloying - like
breathing water - and while the temperature moderated some fifteen degrees,
it didn't seem to be enough.

	It was good sleeping weather - and everyone who could slept in,
probably exhausted from the wild activity of the night before.  The girls
organized a big waffle breakfast and I decided to stuff myself, deeply under
the impression that I had burned ten pounds the night before.

	Karen slept through it; Jean stayed away.  Amy and Heather went to
work.

	About eleven, Ed called.  "It's godawful - can we come by?"

	"Sure," I chuckled.  "I could have used your help last night!"

	"Oh?"

	"The girls didn't want to settle - and three males - even if two of
them ARE teenagers..."

	Ed chuckled.  "It's all over now, I'm sure."

	"They're all still here," I retorted.

	"My, my..."

	Fifteen minutes later, Kate let them in.  Cindy was in a beach cover-
up - and no suit; she dropped THAT coming in the door.  Well, everyone ELSE
was naked...  Ed dropped his trunks when he noted my state.  "Grab a plate
and a cup," I offered, waving, "The girls are cooking their sweet little
asses off!"

	Ed chuckled as he and Cindy settled into chairs.  "You should set up
a commune - an enclave.  I can't believe the variety..."  He glanced around.
"Who have you not done?"

	I glanced around.  "Ever?  Or just in the past twenty-four hours?"

	"Ever."

	"Joy."  I pointed her out, holding a plate for Kate to extract a
waffle onto.  "But I've finger-fucked her and eaten her pussy."

	Ed shook his head in admiration.

	"Look," I protested, "this situation is a little unusual, even for
me!"

	"Yeah, well...  He glanced around.  "Nothing going on this morning?"

	"Everybody's probably fucked out," I opined.  "In any case, were
handling domestic issues.  Some of them will probably have to go home soon,
anyway."

	"Too bad..." Ed sighed.  He was sporting quite a stiffy.

	"You could ask, I guess," I muttered.  "Or maybe Cindy could
negotiate for you..."  That got a blink of surprise from Cindy.

	"I... What?" she asked, confused.

	"Why don't you ask around and see if one of these sweet young things
will handle your poor hubby's painful hard-on?" I pressed.

	Holly asked, "What's going on?"

	"Cletus has been getting Cindy in touch with her slutty side," Kate
explained.  "There's a lot of humiliation involved."

	"Humiliation?" Gina blinked.

	"Yeah.  Doing strange shit, being bossed around, naked in public,
made to do embarrassing things."  Kate turned to me, "That's what this is,
right?  Humiliation?  Having her ask around for someone else to take care of
her man?"  I nodded and grunted into my coffee cup as I took a sip.

	"What do we do?" Holly asked.

	"Play along," Kate replied, shrugging.

	Seeing that Kate seemed to understand, Cindy diffidently approached
her, "Would you, uh, have sex with my husband?"

	Kate flicked a glance over at Ed, feigning total disinterest.  "I
dunno - what does he want?"

	"I, uh, Sweetheart?" Cindy turned to Ed.

	Ed shrugged.  "A blowjob, maybe?"

	Kate grimaced. "Not interested."

	I chuckled.  Cindy was red-faced.  "Maybe you should make a general
appeal."

	Cindy gathered herself, looking around.  "Would anybody like to suck
my husband?"