Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Mack's Mamas
Part: 2 of 8
Universe: Mack's Mamas
Summary: Pete stumbles upon Mack in a bar and discovers a serious gravy train

Keywords: MF Mf MMF M+F oral anal rough 1st ir

Chapter 2

	"Mack."  The woman who answered the door looked... hard.  She wasn't a
bodybuilder or anything, just lean.  Her face said, 'I've been around' without
hearing it come out of her mouth; the nose looked like it had been broken --
maybe more than once  She had that biker chick look to her.  The hair was
bleached blonde -- and looked ragged, damaged.  She backed up to let us in
without saying anything else.

	Somehow, I didn't get past her face until we were inside; she could
have been holding a gun and I wouldn't have noticed.  Having her eyes trained
on me didn't help.  "Who's this?" she asked in a gravelly voice.

	"This is Pete.  Don't fuck with his head," Mack replied.

	"He a friend of yours?"

	"You got the rent?"

	"No."

	"We're past friends, then," Mack told her.  "But he isn't, anyway.
Well, he is, but he's more than that.  He's my new partner -- you deal with
him like you're dealing with me, get me?"  It was the tough Mack show -- I
figured it was probably necessary.

	She turned those gun-barrel eyes on me.  "Got it."

	"Why don't you just pay the fucking rent?" Mack asked.

	"Gotta buy school clothes for Teresa -- she's going into high school,"
Charlene replied.  "Besides, I can handle whatever you've got.  I need the
extra."

	"Party comin'," Mack rumbled, "looks like an all-nighter with a half-
dozen niggers and spics -- wanna go solo?"

	Charlene locked those dead eyes of hers on his.  "Sounds like a party.
Any of 'em hung?"

	"I don't measure," Mack grunted.  "Show Pete the merchandise."

	That's when I noticed the clothes -- as they were coming off.  A ratty
T-shirt with the logo of some rock band on it went over her head to reveal one
of those bras with no shoulder straps.  That was gone in a second, too,
revealing a pair of those flattened round titties that look like they're
sliding down the owner's chest.  As usual with those, size wasn't anything
amazing, but they had thimble-sized brown nipples like you'd expect to see on
a pregnant woman.  The bottom half was in ratty shorts and cheap flip-flops;
she got out of them without looking away from me.  The French-cuts she had on
underneath didn't do a damned thing for her because her ass was too flat --
and kind of saggy, like her tits.  She was stringy and lean and her skin kind
of wrinkled along her ribcage when she moved, rather than being properly
elastic.  When she stepped back into her flip-flops, I was unsurprised to see
that there was no polish on her toenails -- or her fingernails, for that
matter, although they might have had a coat of clear lacquer on them.  She was
pretty much the stereotypical pioneer woman -- she had that sandblasted from
birth look.  I was willing to bet she'd had crow's feet since puberty.

	On the other hand, she looked feline, graceful -- oddly sexy, compact.
She was worldly; she really HAD seen it all, and she was unflappable.

	I became aware that she was smiling crookedly at me.  "You can sure
pick 'em, Mack," she murmured.

	"I didn't say he was jaded -- he's just my partner," Mack rumbled.

	"Sorry," I mumbled.  "I..."  How did you find a new way to tell a
woman who already knew it that she inexplicably exuded sex from every pore?

	She cocked her head, which made the smile almost straight.  "Forget
it."  Without removing her eyes from me, she asked Mack, "Now what?"  She
didn't have to say 'Who am I fucking?' -- it was implied.

	"Why don't you do Pete?" Mack suggested.  "I'll join in at some
point."

	"All right."  She moved forward, but, well, it's hard to explain,
exactly.  She missed insulting me by millimeters, only because it was clearly
nothing personal.  Her attitude said that she expected nothing new or of
interest from me; she really didn't care one way or the other, but if given a
preference, she'd have avoided the whole thing as a waste of her time.  It was
like I was seventeen and she was a hooker -- this might be an adventure for
me, but it was more like babysitting for her.

	Mack picked up on it and said sarcastically, "I wouldn't want to bore
ya, Charlene.  Why don't you let Teresa fuck him?"

	That got a reaction -- but not the one I expected.  Charlene stopped
and pursed her lips, eyeing him calmly.  "It WOULD solve a problem or two."

	Mack blinked and grunted.  "Okay, so, you DO have more balls than we
do.  I give..."

	But Charlene just held Mack's eyes and yelled, "Teresa!"

	"Yeah?"  The tone was that of a typical, long-suffering teen
responding to yet another parental summons.

	"Come in here, Baby."

	"All right..."  Teresa flounced in.  She was a chip off the old block
-- fourteen or fifteen going on forty.  Seeing her mother standing naked in
the middle of the living room didn't faze her in the least.  Everything looked
a little newer and in better shape, but the eyes said that her mother had
passed on the entire encyclopedia of sexual experience to her genetically.
"Hi, Mack.  What's up?"

	"I made a bluff, and your mother is proving she's a better card
player," Mack rumbled.  He turned his attention back to Charlene.  "I've
already folded, in case you didn't notice.  Pete didn't even call."

	"Yeah, I noticed," Charlene replied, a touch of amusement flickering
under her more serious tone to call us pussies.  "But there's a life lesson,
here..."  Turning to Teresa, she asked, "Where's Mick?"

	"Holed up in his room," Teresa replied while I tried to control my
reaction to the idea of one of Charlene's kids being named after a legendary
rocker.

	"And Janis?"

	"Asleep in her crib."

	There was a pregnant pause, then Charlene said, "About your new
wardrobe..."

	"Aw, Mom!"

	"Shut up a minute!" Charlene snapped.  "Do you remember what I told
you?  You can speak freely in front of Mack, here, and his partner...?"

	"Pete," Mack filled in.

	Teresa's eyes shifted to us, weighing and calculating.  "You said it
would cost the rent money -- and we would have to get creative."

	Charlene nodded.  "That's right, Baby.  Fortunately, Mack is flexible
about creativity -- but that doesn't mean he's cheap.  Tell her about the
offer you made me, Mack.  Don't pull any punches."

	Mack could see where things were going.  "I offered her a position as
the sole pivot point in an all-night gang bang with a half-dozen spics and
niggers."

	Teresa showed that she still had some of her youth and innocence left;
her eyes popped and she flinched as if she'd been slapped.

	"So," Charlene said mildly, "I can take Mack up on his offer, or I can
hand him the rent money.  What do you say?"

	Teresa's eyes flicked back and forth between her mother and the two of
us while she licked her lips.  "They wouldn't hurt her, would they?" she asked
Mack.

	"Does this sound like the kind of situation where I can make
guarantees?" Mack retorted.  "I don't think so, but..."  I, personally, was
floored that the little shit was even considering putting her mother on the
line like that!

	Teresa glared at her mother.  "If you're not going to buy me anything,
why didn't you just say so?  Why play stupid games?"

	Charlene turned those tired eyes on her daughter.  "This isn't a game,
Teresa.  The stakes are just what you've been told they are.  If you want
those clothes, I have to fuck a half-dozen guys until they get tired to pay
the rent.  It's your call -- make up your mind."

	Even I could see Teresa's thought process.  This was an elaborate
bluff -- one of Mom's games.  Fine...  "Do it," she told Charlene.  "Fuck
them."

	Charlene eyed her daughter, poker-faced.  "You're pretty free with my
body, aren't you?  I guess I'm not that important to you.  Okay, fine -- but
you're a big girl -- you need to step up to the plate and pay the interest on
your debts, at least.  Take Pete, there, into my room and fuck his brains out
-- it's the least you can do."

	"What?"  Teresa and I were a chorus.

	"Pay your way," Charlene insisted.  "It's a little different when it's
YOUR ass on the line, isn't it?  Well, pretty soon, Mom won't be around to
take your hits for you, so you need to learn to take your own.  If those
clothes are important enough to you that I have to take a half-dozen dirty
dicks wherever they want to put them and smile about it, they're important
enough for YOU to take ONE!"  She turned to me.  "Use her like toilet paper,
Pete.  Any hole, any way.  Make her understand."

	"MOM!  JEEZUS!"

	"Have you changed your mind?" Charlene asked frigidly.  "Frankly, some
decisions are irrevocable.  You need to learn THAT, too!  Want to back out?
Ask Mack.  Ask him pretty.  You might have to blow him or something, since you
made a contract and you're trying to get out of it.  If I was Mack, I'd ask
for some kind of compensation for defaulting.  Maybe Pete will want something,
too..."

	Teresa shifted her eyes to Mack, who was wearing the finest poker face
I'd ever seen.  "Mack, is this a game?"

	Mack looked disgusted.  "If it was, I wouldn't tell you -- but it
isn't.  You want to watch or something?"

	Teresa licked her lips.  "I thought..."

	"You thought wrong.  Your mama makes these kinds of decisions all the
time to keep food on the table.  You want something, you pay for it.  You
don't have any money, you find another way.  TANSTAAFL."

	"What?" Teresa blinked.  "Tan..."

	I knew the answer.  "TANSTAAFL.  It's an acronym.  It stands for
'There ain't no such thing as a free lunch.'  You get what you pay for.  Kids
get over for a while, because it's a parent's job to take the heat -- but
eventually, you're on your own.  It's a life lesson -- your mother is showing
you life outside the nest.  That's part of her job, too."

	"So..." Teresa looked from me to Mack to Charlene.

	"So it's no game," Charlene finished for her.  "Unless you consider
that life is a game, which is one way of looking at it.  Mack, is it still up
to her?"

	Mack pursed his lips.  "Let's see if she can do simple math.  Okay,
Sweetie, you can beg off for about the next five minutes.  But you fuck Pete
for the privilege, anyway.  So, what do you want to do?"  He paused for a
moment.  "Oh, and if you still want your mama to fuck all those guys, you get
to watch."  He looked at his watch.  "The clock's ticking..."

	Teresa licked her lips.  "Either way, I have to fuck Pete..."

	"That's right, Honey.  You bought in, one way or the other," Mack
advised.

	Teresa eyed her mother.  "Let's go ahead."

	Charlene actually smiled!  "That's my girl!  Honor your commitments!
When you welch on a bet, you don't get any new offers."  She turned to me. "IF
-- and I mean IF -- she's a virgin anywhere, fix it."

	This was a mess.  How old was Teresa, anyway?  Fourteen?  Fifteen?  I
didn't want to go away for child molesting...

	Mack cleared his throat.  "Pete, there ain't anybody in this room that
doesn't know what you're thinking.  You're covered -- isn't he, Charlene?
Teresa needs to learn about consequences -- they don't teach that shit in
school any more and parents aren't allowed, either, generally.  But you know
and I know and Charlene knows she fucked up -- and Teresa knows, too.  The
worst thing we can do is let her off.  You can do this, or I will -- and I'm
betting you'll make it easier on her."

	Teresa looked a little tremulous, but she came forward and grabbed my
wrist.  "He's right -- let's do this."  She turned and started pulling me
toward Charlene's bedroom.

	"Come on, Mack."  I looked behind me to see Charlene tugging him along
behind.  "We'd better see to it that they don't try to bullshit us."

	I found myself standing there watching a fourteen year old copy of
Charlene hauling her tube top off over her head.  "What's that on your pants?"
Teresa asked.

	"Um, milk," I muttered.

	"Breast milk," Mack amplified, chuckling.

	"Cindy's?" Charlene's voice was amused.

	"Yeah," I agreed.

	"She's a piece of work," Mack chuckled.

	"Yeah, I guess," Charlene agreed.

	I was busy watching Teresa get out of her clothing.  She really wasn't
any smaller than her mother -- everything was basically the same.  There was a
lot less wear and tear, naturally.  Teresa's hair didn't look like the streak
job she'd had done on it had damaged it.  Her tits weren't any bigger or
smaller than Charlene's, but they were shaped differently -- more of a cone --
and the nipples weren't as big.  I figured motherhood enforced those changes.
Her ass had a bit more bounce to it, maybe.  Teresa had her pubes trimmed to a
little 'V' that pointed at her clit; a quick look at Charlene confirmed that
similarity, too.  Somehow, even naked, Charlene's face commanded my attention
more than her body.  Both of them had decent legs -- but Charlene's inner
thighs had a flabby, wasted look.

	"Okay, so..." Teresa stood wringing her hands.

	"Get him out of his clothes," Charlene directed.  "Guys like it for
you to serve them.  Get him out of his shit and get a look at your new toy."

	So I stood there like a store dummy while Teresa undressed me --
shoes, shirt, trousers, underwear, socks...  I got what seemed to be my first
bit of approval from Charlene when my cock came into view; she glanced over
from where she already had Mack on the bed with her face in his crotch and
said, "Hey, I underestimated you!  Nice cock!"  I mumbled something,
embarrassed.

	Teresa sat me on the edge of the bed.  "So what am I doing?" I asked.

	"Well..."  Teresa eyed her mother.  "I might have sucked a cock. Maybe
I fucked one.  The ass thing would be new..."

	"She's pulling our chain," Charlene opined, releasing Mack's cock with
a pop.  "Take her around the world, Pete -- stick your dick in every hole. Can
you cum twice?"

	"Um, I dunno," I admitted.  "There was Cindy..."

	"Well, try to cream her twice.  I'm gonna look like a fucking fountain
when I get finished with that fucking party -- she might as well get a taste.
You'd better be keeping up your pills, Missy, because Pete isn't supporting
your bastards."

	"I'm good, Mom," Teresa assured her.

	"Shut up and suck, Baby -- the man's waiting!" Charlene admonished.

	So there I sat, on the edge of the bed.  Teresa knelt up between my
legs and went to work sucking -- and she appeared to know what she was doing,
from the feel of things.  Charlene, however, had a different opinion:  "You
can do better, Baby.  Pete, get a handful of her hair and push her down on
that thing.  Show her the root!"

	Teresa lurched up, "Mom!"

	"If you're gonna suck a dick, you can learn to do a good job!"
Charlene insisted.  "Watch this..."  She proceeded to work her throat down
over Mack's cock until her nose was in his balls -- and Mack had a decent
sized dick!  She came back up and said, "See that?  THAT's sucking a dick! You
can play with the head and maybe he'll get off, eventually, but guys fuck --
and that includes your face.  You can control it, or you can let them control
it -- but if you do...  Go ahead, Mack."  Mack grabbed her by the head and
started jamming his cock down her neck, to the accompaniment of some serious
gagging noises.  He let up after about a dozen strokes, and Charlene, pink-
faced, croaked, "See?"

	"Yes, Mom."  Looking a little green, Teresa took a more serious run at
things.

	"He doesn't need it deep every stroke, Baby," Charlene advised, "but
if you bottom him out every few, he'll be happier."

	Good head can be better than a fuck -- and it can last forever. Teresa
never managed to stick her nose in my pubes, but she got me into her neck a
few times -- and in between times, she kept my glans tickled pretty well.  It
was intense and I loved it; I ran my fingers through Teresa's hair and gasped
and panted and grunted and had a helluva time while watching Charlene make
loud slurping noises on Mack's meat.  It was maybe ten minutes before Charlene
popped up and asked, "Want some pussy, Mack?"

	"I thought you'd never ask!" Mack grunted jovially.

	Charlene glanced over at us.  "Okay, Baby.  Bring that pussy to bear."

	Teresa backed off my cock and waved me onto the bed on my back --
basically next to where Mack was setting up.  Charlene already had him
straddled and was squatting to take him in.  I glanced over to where Teresa
still knelt beside the bed, looking sheepish.  "Um, Mom?" she said anxiously,
"I lied."

	"Oh?  What about?" Charlene asked, rubbing Mack's dick between some
loose-looking pussy lips.

	"Fucking.  I figured he would go for my ass..." Teresa admitted.

	Charlene sighed.  "Well, Baby, you need to work on your figures --
you've figured wrong a half-dozen times today, by my count.  And you've bought
the farm, too -- lock stock, and barrel.  Climb up here like I was."

	"B--but..."

	"Butt fuck, Young Lady!  What part of 'Suck it up!' do you not
understand?" Charlene rasped.  "Get up here!"

	Now, I expected Charlene to be strong and wiry -- but I did NOT expect
her to be able to snatch Teresa into the air by one arm!  I had this quick
shot of Teresa looking like a surprised frog, then she was straddling me with
Charlene kneeling behind her asking, "Are you wet at least?"

	Teresa, clearly shaken, burbled, "Yes, Mom!"

	"Okay, Baby.  Take his dick and rub it between your lips.  It'll feel
good for both of you, so take your time and enjoy it..." Charlene purred.

	Teresa settled down and followed instructions -- and it WAS nice for
both of us -- I could tell by the look of relief on Teresa's face.  She washed
my dick along her slot for a minute or so and Charlene asked, "So, is it wet?
Does it feel okay?"

	"Yes, Mom."  Teresa turned around and nodded.

	"Good."  Charlene stood up on the bed, watching her daughter wallow my
dick back and forth, timing things.  About the time I realized what she was up
to, she put both hands on Teresa's shoulders and pushed straight down.

	"EEEEEEE!!!!"  Teresa lost her balance first thing; there was a kind
of a lurch while my dick found a way, then Teresa, screeching, was sitting on
it, in to the root!  She couldn't get her legs under her -- and Charlene was
still leaning on her shoulders, anyway.

	"Settle down!" Charlene snapped, "The damage is done, anyway!  Relax
and get used to it!"

	It wouldn't have been my method of taking a cherry, but it was a done
deal; Teresa was blubbering, so I grabbed her arms and pulled her forward onto
me.  Charlene let go; Teresa no longer wanted off, since that move was likely
to hurt more than holding still, for the moment.  I rubbed her narrow back and
let her blubber for a bit; in a moment, she seemed to get a grip.  "Shit, that
hurt!" she whimpered into my neck.

	I knew the correct answer, even though I'd never actually done this
before.  "Well, that's the hard part.  It'll get easier -- and a lot more
fun," I told her.

	"When?"

	"Soon.  Wiggle on it, some -- you'll know before I do."

	Teresa spent a moment rearranging her legs so she was more or less
kneeling, then glared at Charlene, "Damn, Mom!"

	"Oh, shut up and fuck, you pussy!"  Charlene was bouncing on Mack's
meat, providing an example.  "You're not getting off that pole until he
creams, so get going!"

	"I'm not ready yet!" Teresa snapped back -- but she was doing test
wiggles.  "Burns," she muttered.  "Itches, too."

	"The itch will overcome the burn, I figure," I muttered.  "And you'll
figure out how to scratch it..."

	"Like that?" Teresa flicked her eyes at her mother, who was bouncing
merrily, grunting and gasping.

	"More or less."

	"Do I have to sit up like that?"

	"There are a zillion ways," I opined, "including just rocking the way
you are."  She was already finding that out, though.  Tiny movements became
more pronounced, slowly, until it was clear that she was getting her sea legs.
"Better?" I asked.

	"Yeah."  She was concentrating on movement now.  "Fuck, that hurt!"

	"It does, regularly, I hear," I replied.  "It's kind of like popping
open a soda can or tearing the seal off something."

	"Do I have to refrigerate it now that it's open?" Teresa giggled.

	"Things must be improving," I chuckled.

	"I still get stings, but they're not as important," Teresa puffed. Her
face was red as she got up on her hands -- a pretty good sign the worst was
over.  "So what now?"

	"One of us drives," I told her.

	"Okay..."  She put it in gear -- not as enthusiastically as her mother
was bouncing on Mack's meat, but well in zone.  "Yeah," she puffed, "this is
good..."

	I added a little action from below as she got into things and we
started climbing the ladder.  "Fu-fuck!" she gasped as we settled into a
rhythm, cooperating with one another.

	"Told you... it would... get better..." I puffed.

	"Shit..."

	Meanwhile, we had Charlene showing us how it was done, bouncing on
Mack's dick and grunting "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!"  Mack was showing his teeth; I
didn't know whether he was enjoying himself or snarling at the hammering his
pubic bone was taking.

	Teresa was holding herself up braced with her hands on my shoulders,
throwing her twat back at my crotch; she was pink in the face and going, "Uh.
Uh.  Uh," and her eyes had that glassy, inward stare that said she didn't
really see me.  The flush crawled down her chest to her nipples and "Uh.  Uh.
Uh," became "UH!  UH!  UH!" and I was just as happy, because that blow job had
primed me pretty well; when her eyes rolled up and she wailed "OMIGAAWD!!!" I
took the opportunity to let go and blow her twat full of little white baby-
makers, grunting and groaning and generally looking retarded, probably --
everybody looks a little flaked when they get a nut, I figure.

	We were so much into our own thing that we missed Charlene and Mack's
big finish; I got my shit together in time to see Charlene slowly pumping up
and down on Mack with a layer of white goo lubricating his shaft for her.  She
seemed pleased with the results of her efforts.  Teresa flopped on me for a
moment or two, then rolled off, complaining, "Shit.  Now I'm sore."

	Charlene looked over at her daughter and chuckled.  "That's from using
muscles you never used before.  It'll go away once you get in the swing of
things.  Crawl up there and clean the goo off him."

	"With what?"

	"Your mouth."

	"EWWW!  There's blood in it!"

	"It's your blood.  Do it.  Don't make me come over there..." Charlene
warned.

	"Okay, okay!"  Teresa leaned in and collected my cock.  I have to tell
you -- when you get a hot mouth around you when you're still sensitive, just
off a nut, it's INTENSE!  It's like getting a second nut!  Man!  I felt like I
could have torn steel plates like tissue paper or something, just to have
something to do with my hands!  Things damped down a bit while she sucked
slime out of my pubic hairs and I got a grip.  Then I got hard again -- don't
ask me how.  Maybe it had something to do with the week's worth of semen I had
built up...

	Charlene was pleased.  "Still hard?  Perfect!  Get back up on the bed
on your hands and knees, Baby."

	"What?"

	"What part of 'every hole' did you miss?  They're gonna use all of
mine, you know..."

	"But, Mom..."

	"NOW, Young Lady!"

	Teresa crawled back up on the bed.  "Why don't you kiss him?  He's
been nice to you..." Charlene suggested, digging in the drawers of her
nightstand.  "Now, do you want Mack, or do you want Pete?"

	"Ummm," Teresa leaned down gingerly to kiss me.  I couldn't blame her
-- to her, I was an old guy.  But she was game, and once things got going, it
was enjoyable for both of us.  She seemed to warm up, too -- and I didn't
understand until we broke and I looked around her for Charlene.  Charlene had
a vibrator and a bottle of lube; I watched her apply the vibe to her
daughter's snatch, and Teresa was ready to kiss again, so I let her suck my
neck while Charlene brandished a lubed finger.  I knew where that finger was
going...

	"Oof!" Teresa grunted.

	"Anal sex is all about attitude, Baby," Charlene pontificated.  "If
you want it, it's wonderful -- but it you don't, it's pillage and rapine and
hurts like fuck.  So we want you to want it -- can you want it for me?  Come
on, say hi to the finger..."

	Teresa was grunting and grimacing, but I could tell that her clit was
glued to the shaft of that vibrator -- she wasn't going anywhere.  In a
moment, she went, "Oogh!"

	"That's it, baby -- feel the finger?  Not bad, is it?  Not bad at
all..." Charlene crooned.

	Teresa still looked a little bothered, but she started searching for
me with her lips, so I turned my head and facilitated a lock.  Things got
hotter and more urgent; I could hear Charlene crooning in the background, but
was busy kissing.  In a minute or two, Teresa tried to suck my tongue out of
my head and was wiggling all over, and I heard Charlene go, "See?  That's two
fingers.  Let Pete up and we'll graduate to a cock...  Come on, Baby..."

	Teresa went, "Uh, kay..." and lifted up enough to let me out; Charlene
nodded me over and said, "Lube up real good."  I did as I was told, watching
Charlene run two fingers in and out of Teresa's ass while jazzing her clit
with the vibe.  "Pour some lube inside," Charlene directed and made room for
me by spreading her fingers open; I squirted a flood of the stuff inside and
Charlene's fingers made squishy noises.  "That ought to do it," Charlene
announced, satisfied.  "Now get yours -- she's had hers."  I figured it was a
week too late to argue, so I lined up my meat.  Charlene spread her fingers --
she'd relaxed Teresa's bung hole pretty well -- and I nosed inside as she
withdrew them.

	Teresa's bung was hot and wet and slick and vibrating a bit from
Charlene holding the vibe against her clit.  Teresa said "Oogh!" and looked up
at me owlishly as I took hold of her hips and began to stroke, adding a little
extra lube to my shaft to help with the penetration.  Then it was party time
-- if anything, Teresa was TOO well lubricated, so I was moving more freely
than I wanted.  That took almost a minute to fix, but the lube died down and I
started getting more ass and Teresa was tolerating it well, so I just started
fucking.  Was it the best I ever had?  Probably not.  Was it damned good?  You
betcha!  I plowed that shit and plowed that shit and plowed that shit --
probably because I'd already had two recent nuts.  Teresa was up and down the
scale, depending on a number of factors.  Charlene let up on the vibe after a
while, and I could tell it was okay for a while, then tailed off -- but
Charlene handed Teresa the vibe at that point, and Teresa took to handling it
herself and masturbating, and she got off twice before I drained my balls into
her.

	Charlene was standing by with a wash cloth when I pulled out; I'd made
shit pudding in Teresa's ass.  Teresa flopped forward, groaning.  "I won't be
able to sit down for a week!" she whined.

	"Well, you earned those school clothes, Baby -- I bet you cherish them
forever!" Charlene chuckled.

	"Gawd..."  Teresa stuck her head in a pillow.

	"Get up here and thank Pete for taking such good care of you!"
Charlene admonished.

	"Okay."  Teresa rolled on her side and reached for the washcloth,
which she pressed to her crotch.  "AAAHH!"  Holding it in place, she struggled
up and draped herself against me for a kiss.  "Thank you, Pete."

	There didn't seem to be anything else to say but, "You're welcome,
Honey.  Enjoy your school clothes!"

	Three minutes later, we were out the door and headed out of the lobby.
Mack had told Charlene that he would get back to her with the play date for
her gang bang.  Charlene had nodded and shifted her attention to me.  "You
come see me, Pete, when you need a little.  I'll take care of you."  It was a
good deal different attitude than we'd started with.

	Out on the front porch, I leaned against a pillar.  "If anyone had
told me..."

	"You did real well, Son," Mack approved.  "Real well.  Did we push you
too hard, morally?"

	"Well, I crossed a couple of lines," I mused.  "But it all seemed
cool.  I'll survive."

	"Cindy owes you pussy until she pays -- and if you bring two donkeys
and a goat, she'd better fuck THEM, too!" Mack said.  "That's any hour of the
day or night.  Same deal with Charlene -- at least until she does the bang.  I
usually go along to see that shit doesn't happen -- and we'll be taking
Teresa, so I'll need backup in case some dickhead gets the wrong idea."

	"Sure," I nodded.  "Let me know.  What about the other building?"

	"We'll hit the lockbox," Mack said, "and leave collections to
tomorrow."

	"Works for me!"

	I needed a drink when we hit the bar.