Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Mack's Mamas
Part: 6 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 6

	I gave a second jerk when I saw how Edwina was dressed!  No wonder she
was drinking -- she was in the same 'maid's uniform' as Irene!  There was a
gasp and a couple of audible gulps as the male contingent took in THAT
surprise!

	Apparently, everything necessary was in the drawers in the bedroom,
not just the fishnet body suit and the skirt and petticoat setup or whatever
you call it, because Edwina's legs, revealed as narrow and somewhat bowed --
both outward and back -- were encased in dark nylons to mid-thigh.  The thighs
in question were VERY white and had likely never seen sun -- not really a
surprise.  I found myself wondering about the area immediately above that --
was she wearing panties, or going without, like Irene?  A pair of small pink
nipples peeked through the red fishnet top, mounted on breasts that looked
like someone had slid a couple of jelly doughnuts under the stretched skin
over Edwina's ribs -- they weren't huge, but they were reasonably substantial,
and didn't sag at all.  Someone had removed the barrettes and combed out
Edwina's hair fluffing it a bit around her pink, fearful face.

	"Sure!" I croaked.

	Edwina's eyes flicked from face to face -- looking for censure, no
doubt.  There was a LOT of surprise out there, but censure was lacking --
Hell, we were ALL male, after all, with the exception of Irene -- and Irene
was clapping her hands, calling, "That's it, Baby -- work it!  You OWN this
place! WE own this place!"

	Edwina essayed a rather tremulous smile.  "We do?"

	"You KNOW we do, Baby!  Look at all those bug eyes!  They're drooling
on the carpet!" Irene declared.  "How was that drink?"

	"It was good..."  Edwina came forward, wobbling a bit.  Where had she
gotten those heels?  "What kind of poker are we playing?"

	"Strip," Irwin announced himself.  I glanced at him just as he
realized that he'd spoken his thought, and a look of triumph slid over his
face that he'd actually had the guts to come out with it -- even accidentally.

	That hadn't been my plan, but Irene giggled.  "Girl, do you REALLY
think you haven't made an impression NOW?"

	"I guess I have..." Edwina mused.  Her eyes shifted to me.  "Is that
the game?"

	I opened my mouth, but Elliott answered.  "Yes," he hissed, licking
his lower lip and looking predatory.

	I shrugged.  "It's Elliott's party..."

	"I'm, uh, not wearing much..." Edwina muttered, licking her lips.

	"We're SUPPOSED to lose, Baby!" Irene laughed.  "Come here a
second..."  Edwina tottered over to Irene who spoke to her too quietly to be
heard.  Edwina's yes or no answers were discernable, but without the
questions, I had no idea how relevant they were.  In a moment, though, Irene
rubbed Edwina's back and announced to the rest of us, "We're ready."

	"I guess we ought to hit the table, then," Rudy rumbled.  "Anybody for
a top-off before we get started?"  Everyone lurched into motion.  Irene made
Edwina another Cape Codder, even though I thought Edwina looked a little
feverish and wild-eyed.  The table really only accommodated eight properly,
and there were nine of us, but no one complained -- particularly after Irene
dragged over a barstool to sit on.  Elliott got Irene on his left and Edwina
on his right; clockwise, going around from Irene was Irwin, Jim, Rudy, myself,
Robert and Rajiv.

	"Okay," I suggested, after some thought.  "Articles of clothing are
worth chips, starting with shoes, say, at five bucks, to get things rolling.
How's that?"

	Irwin cocked his head, looking up and to his right.  "Then what --
socks?"

	"Yeah," I nodded.  "Umm, we might want to give the girls ten bucks for
stockings and garters..."

	Irene pursed her lips.  "Um, Pete, seeing a girl in stockings and
garters is a display thing -- we might actually go for our skirts first."

	"Good point," I agreed.  "Nothing -- NOTHING -- is worth more than ten
bucks.  Once all clothing and money is gone, the guys are out -- but the girls
still have something to wager.  In Irene's case, it's seconds, because Elliott
gets the first pass; Edwina can handle things as she chooses -- including
backing out once nude."  I eyed Edwina.  "Is that fair?"  Edwina shifted her
glance to Irene, who nodded, so she turned back to me and nodded.  "Yes."

	"Jeez," Irwin grunted, "can I sell my pants now?  I'm about to rip a
hole in them!"  Everybody laughed.

	"I think we can wait," I chuckled.  "Everybody feed the bank."  I
pointed at the couch.  Everybody bent to remove shoes -- but there was a pause
while we watched Irene.

	This wasn't lost on Edwina, it turned out.  "Um, can I sit on a
stool?" she asked diffidently.

	"Somebody get the woman a stool!" Rudy erupted.  Several of us were
taken aback -- including Edwina -- at this recognition of the fact that she
was female.  Jim snagged the stool and positioned it, and Edwina crawled atop
it and removed her unaccustomed footwear -- and we all watched hungrily.

	"Okay, then," I erupted, ending a pregnant pause.  "Deal rotates left,
starting with Elliott; Edwina cuts."  I started doling out chips.  "Twenty-
five cent ante.  Dealer calls the game."

	"Fifty cent ante," Elliott amended.

	That made sense to me.  "Duly noted.  Fifty cent ante."

	The first hand was five card draw, which put Texas Hold'em on the
skids.  Edwina knew nothing at all about poker; we had to create a cheat-sheet
for her with card rankings, which left a couple of the guys visibly licking
their chops.  The pot grew at a ridiculous rate; I, myself, blew in a buck and
a half on busted junk, just to keep the calls coming in.  Losers were down
two-fifty when Jim hauled in the pot with his three queens.  Nobody
complained.

	Irene called Seven Card Stud.  Again, there were explanations to be
delivered, but Edwina got it pretty quickly.  Two pair netted Irwin an
eighteen dollar pot -- which meant that, after the ante, both of the women --
and most of the men -- couldn't bet.  "Jeez, THAT went fast, didn't it?" Irene
asked brightly.  She hopped down off the stool, moved to a point where
everyone had a VERY good view by climbing up on the sturdy coffee table,
turned her back to us and lowered the frilly skirt to the table before
stepping out of it.  There was a collective gasp; Irene was wearing no
panties.  She picked up the skirt, grinning widely, twirled it over her head,
and flipped it to the couch.  "Pete, Honey, would you do the honors?"

	I snatched my eyes away from her pubic muff and counted out chips.
"Certainly, m'dear..."

	All eyes shifted to Edwina, who started visibly shaking as Irene
resumed her stool.  Somebody opened his mouth, but Irene held up a finger and
whoever it was shut up.  "Baby," she addressed Edwina.  "You don't have to do
nothing -- you can just walk away.  But this is a hump -- after you do this,
it'll all be downhill for a while..."  Irwin, mesmerized, drew a finger along
the outside of Irene's thigh; she eyed him placidly and said nothing.

	Edwina looked beseechingly at Irene, who nodded, then shifted her gaze
to Irwin and bit her lip.  Slowly and carefully, she climbed down off the
barstool and walked over to climb just as carefully onto the coffee table.
She turned; as she was gathering herself to lower the skirt, Irene said,
"Baby, once it's down, spread your legs and look between 'em to see who's
watchin'.  I forgot to do that..."

	There was a LOOONG pregnant pause; as the seconds ticked away, I
decided that Edwina wasn't going to do it.  I didn't blame her -- if she
wanted our attention, she'd done plenty to get it.  But then her hands settled
on the elastic waistband of the skirt, and it slid slowly to the floor.  There
was a reverent murmur and it became apparent that several of us had been
holding our breaths.  Edwina's bow legs kept the skirt stretched until halfway
down her calves, but it finally fell free.  She stood there for a moment, then
stepped out of it one foot at a time, then did as Irene suggested and peered
at us between her legs.

	"Bravo!"  Robert erupted and began to clap.  Everyone took it up,
cheering and whistling and Edwina's red face broke into a relieved grin.  She
stood and emulated Irene's whirling action and strutted back to her stool,
red-faced, but grinning from ear to ear.  "Yeah, Baby!  Work It!" Irene
encouraged.

	Edwina had apparently never done a bikini trim -- she had a serious
bush on her mound and the hint of a trail up to her navel.  Nobody complained.
By the time she got back to her stool, she was looking pretty serene;
apparently, Irene was right about the hump.  I pushed the chips toward her and
she accepted them as if there was nothing at all strange going on, "Thank you,
Pete."

	Robert, Elliott, Rajiv, Rudy and I kicked in our socks for the
relatively measly price of five bucks without anything resembling the fanfare
the women got.  Nobody wanted to see any of our feet.  The deal moved to
Irwin, who called for Five Card Stud.  I got lucky and pulled in the pot with
three jacks; raises were running fifty cents a pop, so I hit another eighteen
bucks or so.  Jim took the pack, grinned from ear to ear, and announced, "The
game is Mexican Sweat!  Deuces and Jokers are wild!"

	Hell, I didn't know how to play THAT!  Jim explained rapidly and we
took off; basically, it was serious Stud Poker -- you turned up cards until
you had the best hand and then you bet it, and play moved to the next guy.
Rudy turned up an eight and everybody bet -- basically just fifty cents, which
had become the minimum at some point.  Then it was my turn; I turned up a four
and a six before beating Rudy's eight with a Jack, and raised another fifty
cents.  Robert threw a King right away, and we went another fifty cents.
Rajiv took four cards to come up with a pair of sevens -- and bet a buck.
This put everyone into the pot for three bucks.  Edwina managed a pair of tens
-- triumphantly, she loaded the pot with another buck, which I thought was
insane, given the results if she lost.

	Elliott pulled off his shirt and I handed him ten bucks in chips --
then he went through his whole hand without managing to beat Edwina.  Irene,
who was still funded, took all five cards to turn up a pair of Queens -- which
she decided was worth two bucks!  Shirts came off all around the table so we
could keep up.  Play shifted to Irwin, who crashed out with busted junk for a
hand.  That put play to Jim -- who managed three Treys using a Joker on four
cards.  The price to stay in went up another two dollars!

	Edwina sat there looking at the table for a while; she could cover
this one, but the next...  She looked over at Irene, who grinned at her.  "I
need some money, Pete," she said softly, and started undoing the fishnet body
suit.  The thing snapped at the crotch, but the women weren't wearing it that
way; instead, they had the tails wrapped around their garter belts.  Edwina
undid the front and turned to Rajiv, "Would you, uh, undo me?"

	"S--sure..."  Rajiv got up and unwrapped the back of the thing from
around her garter belt with shaking hands, and Edwina pulled it over her head.
Her breasts hadn't really been covered before, but that didn't keep a gasp of
appreciation from floating from our mouths.  Edwina smiled and arched her
chest, then leaned forward to get her chips -- and everybody's eyes were
glued.  She tossed in her response to the call and sat back with a smile on
her face the likes of which I'd never seen.  At that point I realized that
Edwina was going to go buck naked -- at least -- when the time came.

	Elliott was out; so was Irene and Irwin.  Rudy went out, too, and I
went out right behind him.  Robert, with four cards left, managed -- using
them all -- to pull three sixes.  The pot notched up another two dollars.
Rajiv failed to beat Robert and play moved on to Edwina, who pulled a third
ten.  She raised another two bucks and Jim covered it.  Somebody was going to
be insanely rich...

	It was Jim.  He pulled a nine, which gave him a natural pair and a
full house, nines over treys.  Smiling, he nodded at Edwina as he raked it in.
"Good play.  DAMNED good play!"

	It had been -- but she'd lost, and it had been expensive.  She was far
enough ahead of Irene that I wondered if she would run out of guts without the
black woman's example.  But she didn't seem bothered...

	After the tension of that hand, Rudy was only up for Five Card Draw.
I was just as pleased...  The pot was small -- but Edwina won it, to the
consternation of a couple of the others.

	I called Seven Card Stud -- and won the hand.  Irene pushed things
after just about everyone else had bailed, but lost -- deliberately, I think,
since it cost her her top.  Robert called Seven Card Draw and we went around
twice, largely because Irwin decided that he was going to win.  As it turned
out, he was right.

	Rajiv pulled in the pack and announced, "I want to play the sweat
game."  I rolled my eyes, but, hey...  The cards went out and Edwina led off
with a six and bet fifty cents.  Elliott pulled a nine and bet another fifty.
Irene managed a ten on three cards and bet another fifty cents, then Irwin
managed a pair of fours -- and raised a dollar.  Jim went straight out.

	Rudy and Rajiv had to part with their pants to stay in the game -- but
Rudy pulled a Jack, a seven and a Joker, which gave him a pair of jacks -- so
he bet a buck.

	I went out.  Robert took all five cards to pull three sevens, using
the other Joker.  Deuces hadn't been called, so the wild cards were gone.  He
eyed Edwina's chip stack and pushed two-fifty onto the table.

	Edwina looked at the way things were shaping up and pursed her lips.
I don't know anyone who wouldn't have tossed his or her cards at that
juncture.  The probabilities sucked.  But instead, she reached for a garter
tab...

	Irene stopped her.  "Baby, you really oughta use the table for that.
Stand to start, while you unhook, then sit to pull them off."

	Edwina actually dimpled!  "Good idea!"  And she went over and stood on
the table and turned herself so we could watch every clip come undone, then
sat and pulled them off before standing again to step out of the garter belt.
I'm not ashamed to say that I clapped and cheered and whistled with the best
of them.  Edwina returned to her stool -- nude -- took her money and placed
her bet, apparently happy and unruffled.

	Ten seconds later, Irene followed suit.  We all enjoyed the show and
watched her match a bet on a hand that was equally impossible for her to win.
The girls were game -- you had to give them that!

	Rajiv went out.  Edwina followed.  Elliott and Irene did, too.  It
looked like Robert was going to pull the pot, but Rudy surfaced another Jack
and won the hand.

	Robert created a monster at that point by telling Rajiv, "If you don't
get your nose out of Edwina's crotch, you're going to be showing HER YOUR
genitals..."  Rajiv glared, but everyone at the table had noticed his
distraction.  Edwina merely smiled at him benignly.  Fact was, Rajiv was
sitting there in tented underwear -- and was the worst off of the bunch of us.

	Edwina instituted Five Card Draw -- and Elliott won the small pot.
Elliott ordered Five Card Stud -- and Robert drained that one off.  But Irene
called Seven Card Stud -- and Rajiv, suddenly VERY aggressive, took a decent-
sized pot.  Irwin went for seven card draw and Rajiv took that one, too.  The
worm had turned, and the girls were running low on cash.  Jim looked at me and
asked, "Okay, how are we gonna do this?"

	I sat back, eyeing the women.  "I don't know."  I turned to Elliott.
"Any ideas?"

	Elliott chewed his lip.  "This isn't our call."

	Irene sucked her lips.  "For me, this is more about batting order than
anything else, boys.  The birthday boy gets firsts -- whatever he wants.
After that, I can bargain.  Blow job to start?  Straight sex the next hand,
and anal after that?  I'm not speaking for Edwina, now..."

	"This shouldn't just be an answer to a single call," I pointed out,
"It's too valuable.  If she commits, it's for the hand, wherever it goes.  Are
we agreed?"  There was a mutter of assent, then all eyes shifted to Edwina.

	Edwina couldn't look at anything above the table top, apparently.
"Everything I do is a first," she husked.

	"Of course," Irwin muttered.

	"No, you don't understand.  I mean it's a VERY first!" Edwina
amplified.

	"Ohh..."  Irwin shut up.

	"Ummm, no disrespect, Irene, but this has to be taken as more
valuable," I opined.  There was a mutter of agreement.

	"No offense," Irene waved it off.  "If Edwina is doin' what she says
she's doin', you're absolutely right.  You go, Girl!"

	Edwina, who still couldn't raise her eyes above the table top, blushed
scarlet, but smiled nervously.

	"Twice," Rudy rumbled.  "She bets something, she's in until she loses
to the same guy twice.  If she wins a pot, she takes it all back."

	"IF the pot covers previous losses," Irwin amended.

	"What?" Jim blinked.

	"If she bets a blow job, let's say," Irwin amplified, "and she loses
three pots to three separate guys, then wins one -- that's the scenario.  She
needs to cover what she'd have lost on those three pots to be able to take the
blow job off the table."

	"Are you planning to charge interest, too?" Robert carped.

	"It's fair," Edwina said softly.  "Irwin is right.  I'll play for
those stakes."

	"Weena, you don't have to do this," Rudy said softly.

	Edwina looked up and caught his eye.  "You don't get it, do you?"
Rudy flopped back like a puppet with cut strings, shocked.  Frankly, he wasn't
the only one, by ANY means!

	"Edwina agrees," Elliott intoned.  That set it in concrete.

	I watched Jim pore over his options; Mexican Sweat wasn't required to
get us where we were going.  "Five card stud."

	Elliott won the hand.  The women were pretty close, actually.  When it
was over, Irene had nothing left to wager but a blow job, and Edwina had the
ante for the next hand, but that was it.  "Seven Card Draw," Rudy announced.

	"I'm in," Irene announced.  Everybody else threw in their chips -- and
everyone watched Edwina while they did it.  She sat there, staring at the
table top.  "I need a drink."

	"Coming right up, Baby!" Irene announced brightly.  "The same?"

	Edwina nodded, adding, "Stronger."

	So we all sat there, waiting, while Irene made a drink.  After a
moment, Rudy said, "Anyone else for a refill?"  Everybody decided it was time
to hit the keg.  We filtered back and sat down; Edwina was still staring at
the tabletop.  Irene brought Edwina a HUGE glass -- one of those super-size
things you get at fast-food places -- and placed it in her hand and patted her
on the shoulder.  "Here you go, Baby."  Edwina took a long couple of swallows
from the glass and then resumed staring at the tabletop -- and we all got more
and more uncomfortable.  Irwin opened his mouth, but before he could absolve
her again, Edwina said, "Shut up, Irwin.  I'm in," and her last two chips
clattered onto the table.  Looking up at Rudy, she directed, "Deal."

	Rudy dealt.  The first round of bets was piddly -- fifty cents would
seal someone's fate, so why bother?  When the bet came around to Edwina, she
announced, "My virginity."

	That rocked the table.  Irene ventured, "Don't you want to start
light, Baby?"

	"No, I want it gone," Edwina replied.  "I want someone in this room to
get it.  I don't want to leave here with it.  I can backtrack on the other
stuff later."

	"Okay..." Irene replied.  Everybody else kept their mouths shut.
Elliott threw in his bet and Irene folded, which called the question whether
she was really in for a blow job just to cover the ante.  We decided not;
Edwina had the tie-breaker.  Irene was out for this hand.

	And Rajiv won his third in four.  I was watching him, and he had this
pattern to his movements -- he would look Edwina up and down, then draw in a
breath and the portcullis would slide down in front of his face, leaving an
expression of intense concentration.  He didn't miss a thing during play,
either.

	It was up to me, and Five Card Stud looked good.  Irene hung in -- and
lost to Irwin, who produced a smile about a foot wide.  That put Irwin with
one strike on Edwina's tally, too.

	Robert dealt Seven Card Stud; Irene bet a piece of pussy and Robert
won it -- and I'd seen Robert look pleased with himself, but NEVER THAT
pleased!  I thought he was going to float away or something!

	The cards shifted to Rajiv.  He looked up at Edwina and she looked
back, and without bothering to look at us, Rajiv announced, "Five Card Draw --
Deuces Wild."  I got a shiver up my spine at his tone -- and I think Edwina
did, too.  Rajiv couldn't have been clearer about what he wanted.  He turned
and flicked out the cards with machinelike precision and set the pack down.

	I had crap.  Edwina took three, and Elliott took three and Irene, who
was vending an ass-fuck, took two.  Irwin took two, and Jim took three and
Rudy took four.  "Four," I announced.  Robert took two.  Rajiv put down his
cards and said, "Dealer stands."

	Edwina's bet was a given, so Elliott put up fifty cents.  Irene's bet
was also in, so Irwin raised fifty and Jim saw.  Rudy did, too.  I said "Fuck
it!" and folded.  Robert stared at his cards a bit and raised fifty cents.

	Rajiv swept the table with his eyes and declaimed, "Raise two
dollars."

	"Fold!" Elliott got out.

	Irwin raised fifty cents -- but he was clearly nervous.  Jim folded.
Robert eyed Rajiv and it was plain on his face what he was thinking.  If Irwin
didn't hold the winning hand, one of the other two was going to win Edwina.
"Two dollars."

	"I'll see your two and raise you two," Rajiv replied.

	"Fold!" Irwin croaked.

	Edwina watched the remaining pair with a fixed expression.  You could
cut the tension in the room with a knife.  Robert, his face stone, eyed
Rajiv's chips.  "Four dollars."

	Rajiv got up; everyone figured it was to concede, but instead, he
dropped his briefs.  "Pete, I need my ten.  Just put it in the pot."  None of
the guys had gotten that far; we were all in shock.  "Raise you eight-fifty,"
Rajiv announced.  "Call."

	Robert sat back in his chair.  Technically, he could drop his pants
and outbid Rajiv, but Robert was WAY beyond his comfort zone!  Rajiv hadn't
taken any cards, either...  Robert sat for almost a minute, then turned to
Elliott.  "Is the game over, then?"  He tossed his cards on the table.

	"I guess so," Elliott opined.  "You're folding?"

	"Yes.  All I have is three queens, anyway," Robert declared, tossing
them down.  Turning to Rajiv, he asked, "Do I get to see them?"

	"I have won?" Rajiv asked.

	"Yeah, you won, Buddy," Jim answered for the rest of us.  Rajiv
checked with everyone by eye and got confirmation, then said, "Sure," and
turned the cards up.

	He had a three of Spades, a six of Diamonds, a seven of Clubs, a nine
of Diamonds, and a Jack of Spades!  Robert sat there, his mouth open in shock!
"You were bluffing!"

	"I was winning!" Rajiv retorted.  "Whatever it took -- that I would
do.  That is how you win."  He stood and looked down on Edwina, who looked
back up at him, her mouth agape.  "Go to the bedroom and prepare yourself."

	"Yes, Rajiv!"  Edwina got down off the stool and tottered off, sucking
on her drink.

	"Stop that!" Rajiv roared.  "If you pass out we will do it again until
you are there for the whole thing!"

	"Yes, Rajiv!" drifted through the bedroom door.

	"I'll be damned!" Jim roared, "You the man, Rajiv, you the man!"

	"Yes, I am," Rajiv replied.  "I go to prove it now..."  Smiling, amid
whistles and catcalls, Rajiv headed out of the room.

	"Cake and presents?" Irene asked brightly.  "Go sit on the couch,
Elliott, and I'll give you a little something.  What would you like?"

	"I want it all!" Elliott gurgled.

	"Okay, Baby -- what would you like first?"

	"I..."  Elliott shrugged.

	"How about a little head, then, Baby.  If you get excited, we'll
handle it that way and then you'll be ready to fuck -- okay?" Irene asked.

	"S--sure..."

	So Irene sat him on the couch and pulled off his underwear and leaned
in to lick and suck -- and Elliott lasted maybe ten seconds.  He splayed
himself like a starfish, grunting, then grabbed Irene's head while he grunted
and humped for fifteen seconds, then flopped back.  Irene surfaced and coughed
a bit and Elliott muttered, "Sorry!"

	"You really have to learn better manners, Baby, if you want a lot of
that," Irene chided.  "But you're the birthday boy, and I know gettin' the
whole thing is important, isn't it, Baby?"

	"Yeah."  Elliott nodded like a little kid.  "I'm sorry, but...  I'm
not, if you know what I mean."

	"I know," Irene agreed.  "How do you want me for the fuck?
Missionary?  Doggie?  Cowgirl?"

	Elliott didn't really have a grip, so after some explanations, they
threw some couch cushions on the floor and Elliott crawled between Irene's
legs and started pumping his scrawny ass.  We sat around laughing and drinking
beer and calling out encouragements while he managed a MUCH better
performance; I could tell from Irene's reactions that he was plowing her
properly.  Irene humped back up at him and told him all about what a stud he
was, and I looked up to see Irwin beating his meat.  "Save it for Irene!" I
laughed.

	"I figured I'd shoot the first one so I can enjoy it properly," Irwin
retorted.

	"What?" Irene puffed.  "Don't do that, Baby -- you won't have any left
for the fuck!  Don't waste it!"

	"Hey, I get to fuck!" Robert erupted.

	"Sure you do, Baby -- but you two can swap, after..." Irene gasped.
"I wanna party!  I want you ALL!  Edwina made me so hot..."  She wrapped her
legs around Elliott's ass and started humping up at him like she was trying to
start a campfire with the friction or something, squalling.  Elliott made it
through her peak, but she got him going such that there wasn't any way he was
going to hold out for another cycle; when she tightened up again and started
pumping after that orgasm, he started slamming and grunting and then collapsed
atop her.   Irene let it go for a minute or so, then muttered, "Okay, Baby,
you can rest and come back, but there are others who are waiting..."  Pushing
gently, she coaxed him off, then asked Robert, "Do you two think you want to
go at the same time?"

	The thought was revolutionary, but both of them were over-stimulated
by the show.  They folded out the couch and put Irene on her back on the
cushions and she hung her head over the side and opened that mouth of hers for
Irwin to poke.  Robert climbed atop her and started rocking like a giant
grasshopper, and Irwin plugged his not surprisingly stubby meat into Irene's
mouth.  Robert's height put Irwin's cock in his face, so he went erect; Irene
sucked and gurgled and would probably have given a whole monologue except for
Irwin plugging her mouth.

	This went on for a couple of minutes; Irwin grabbed Irene's tits and
squeezed and milked them and she gave every indication she loved it.  They
were going at it hard and heavy when a knock sounded at the door.

	I went to check the peep; it was Mack.  Irwin was looking worried, so
I waved for him to continue, then let Mack in.  One look told Mack we weren't
fooling around.  "Well, I'm glad to see you're getting your money's worth," he
rumbled.

	I nodded.  "Yeah, it's going good.  She's been great -- a real
trouper.  She'll be busy for a while yet, though..."

	"Good."  Mack let his eyes sweep the room, "You boys get your fill --
I don't want to hear that she turned anybody away with a load left.  You hear
me, Irene?  Drain 'em dry, Girl!"  Irene waved.

	"Here's your money," I told Mack, fishing out the wad and winking.

	"Is it all there?" Mack winked back, pretending to be serious.

	"Count it," I insisted.

	"I trust ya.  You boys have a good time, now.  Don't forget to do her
ass -- she loves that shit!"  Chuckling, he waved and headed out, and I closed
the door behind him.

	I turned from the door and suddenly a voice could be heard coming from
the bedroom, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  OH!  OOHH!  OOOHHH!!!  OMIGOD!  RAJEEEEEEV!
RAJEEEEEV!!!  AAAIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

	Irwin's eyes got as big as saucers and he plugged himself as deep into
Irene's mouth as he could go.  I watched his knees and his balls jump as he
creamed Irene's throat, taken over the top by the sound of Edwina getting her
orgasm.  Irwin staggered back and left Irene to Robert's tender mercies.

	Jim came over to stand next to me, watching Robert do an unexpectedly
good job of putting the meat to Irene.  "This is turning out to be a helluva
night," he observed.

	"You got THAT right," I agreed, nodding toward the bedroom.  "If you'd
told me that EITHER of them would manage to do what they did..."

	"Yeah, no shit!" Jim chuckled.  "Want another beer?"

	"Yeah."  We headed for the bar.  Rudy was tending it absently while he
watched Robert and Irene.  "Damn, Man -- she's..."

	"She's real nice," I filled in.  "Like I said, she isn't a hooker --
but she loves sex.  I just paid her bill, but she'll go all night if she has
to."

	"Y'all go ahead -- I wanna be last," Rudy rumbled.

	I shrugged.  I didn't plan to sample Irene, again, anyway -- it was
the safest thing for her if I didn't.

	About that time, Rajiv came out of the bedroom, stark naked, waving a
bloody washrag.  "Edwina is a woman -- and I am a man!"  Irwin frowned, but I
waved him off.  "It's a cultural thing.  Let it go."  Rajiv, grinning from ear
to ear, displayed the washrag to all and sundry, then Edwina's voice called,
"Rajiv!  Come back to bed, Sweetie!  Please?"  Rajiv's eyes popped and he
waved and got out of there, to the accompaniment of our laughter.

	"He's whipped already," Jim chuckled.