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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 21 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: F_dom bd toys oral anal mast humil FF

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 21

        WHACK!

        "Seven!  Thank you, Mistress!"  Beth blubbered.

        WHACK!  Candace moved the ping-pong paddle to the other ass cheek.
The paddle was a good choice; it really couldn't permanently injure Beth.
Candace had tried out quirts and such on subs under the direction of a
professional Dom, but she was well aware that there were safety issues with
whips.  She would have to get a refresher -- and first, she would have to
get a whip.  She could have come up with a makeshift cane, probably -- but
they were dangerous, too.  No, this would work, applied hard enough and
often enough -- and that should be no problem...

        Meanwhile, Beth wailed, "Eight!  Thank you, Mistress!"

        'At least I don't have to teach her the rules,' Candace thought.

        WHACK!

        "Nine!  Th-thank you, Mistress!"  Candace was getting past Beth's
control; she was really laying it on, and Beth's ass was pinking up on both
sides.

        WHACK!

        "T-ten!  Th-thank you, Mistress!" Beth bawled.

        This went on to twenty, at which point Candace could barely make out
Beth's responses and Beth's ass was cherry red over its entire surface.
"Now, are you going to be telling anyone else about our little group?"
Candace asked.

        "N-no, Mistress!  No!  Please, no more!  Please!" Beth bawled.

        Candace glanced around her basement recreation room, pondering what
to do next.  "Don't get snot all over my pool table!  Go over there and
kneel in the corner facing the wall and be totally silent until I tell you
different!"

        "Yes, Mistress!"  Beth got up from her position draped over the end
of the pool table and hobbled off toward the corner.

        "And get naked before you do it!" Candace added.  Beth's shorts and
panties were around her ankles, but she was otherwise clothed.

        "Yes, Mistress!"  Beth started tearing her way out of her clothing.

        It was time to add insult to injury...  "Hurry up, Slut!  You're as
slow as molasses!  Your nose had better be in that corner when I get
back..."  She headed up the stairs, Beth's muffled response echoing up the
stairwell behind her.

        Upstairs, she headed for her bedroom, and the toy stash in the
closet.  Physical punishment having been meted out, it was time for
humiliation; the optimum solution involved having Jean there to help, but
Jean had wimped out on the physical piece, and there was no guarantee that
she would show up to help with the other chunk, either.  Maybe babysitting
Beth was going to be more trouble than it was worth...  Well, at least
Candace would get her pussy licked, and vibed, and -- yes! -- she DID still
have the strap-on!  She fished it and the two attachments down from the
shelf.

        The strap-on had fallen into her possession during her brief stint
with the professional Dom, who was bi and had a female switch for an
assistant.  She'd gone to a session where they had worked over a male sub --
to include ass-fucking him with the strap-on.  The switch had complained
about fit; she'd been a big, chunky woman and the straps had given her
problems and the attachments hadn't ridden on her pubis correctly -- so
Candace had been encouraged to try the thing, and after she got a pretty
good cum riding that subbie's ass, the Dom had said she might as well keep
the thing, since it wasn't any good to him.  The thing had lived in the
closet for a couple of years; Candace gave it the once-over, and checked the
attachments, one of which was a hard-shell, eight-inch vibrator.  The
batteries were okay, apparently, but Candace hit the junk drawer in the
kitchen for a second set.  While she was digging, a knock sounded at the
door; Candace rolled her eyes and collected her armload of toys, hoping that
the person at the door was Jean.

        It was.  After confirming this through the peephole, Candace backed
up and called out, "Come on in, it's unlocked -- and my arms are full!"

        Jean opened the door and came in, closing it carefully before
turning to take in Candace's burden, "Good God!  What's that?"

        "Beth's new lover," Candace grinned tightly, "among other things.
Come on, you're just in time for Phase Two."

        As Jean followed Candace to the stairwell, she asked, "Are you done
beating her?"

        "Yeah," Candace replied, grinning.  "Now it gets personal."  She
grinned over her shoulder at Jean as she headed down the stairs.

        Jean picked up Beth, kneeling facing the corner near the
entertainment center, as she cleared the stairs.  Beth's ass was cherry red
-- something easy to see, since she was naked.  Candace glanced back at Jean
and asked, "Is the recliner okay?"

        "I guess..."  Jean wasn't sure what she'd bought into.

        Candace clarified things.  "Get up, Slut, and get Jean out of her
shorts, then start munching her rug!  I want to hear her get off twice while
I'm preparing the REST of your entertainment.  MOVE!  Hands and knees, Slut!
You don't have the requisite brains to walk upright!"

        Jean found herself staring down at her heavyset girlfriend as Beth
unsnapped her shorts and slid them down her legs, then slipped her panties
off.  "Please sit down... Jean," Beth requested obsequiously.  Jean did so,
settling on the edge of the recliner and leaning back as Beth wormed between
her thighs and extended her tongue for Jean's third bout of cunnilingus in
three days!

        Beth wasn't shy about it, either -- she dove right in!  Tongue rides
had been a low-priority thing when she was with Hugh; Jean decided that
maybe that was because he wasn't that good at it.  Apparently, there was a
long list of things Hugh wasn't that good at -- many of which she had
assumed that he WAS good at at the time...  Well, he'd been her man, and
overall, he'd done a pretty good job...  "UUHHNNGGGHH!!!"  Tongues were
better than fingers -- that much she had learned and learned well in the
last week!

        Candace, naked, was belting herself into some contraption.  Looking
up, she said, "Make sure you get everything you want from her, Jean!  Grab
her head and haul her around to the itchy spots!"  Jean did as she was bid,
burying her fingers in Beth's thick, springy hair and getting full coverage
on her clitoral hood, then pulling her head down to get a tongue-fuck.
Cocks were better -- especially Toby's -- but this was nothing to sneeze
at...

        Beth had been mortified at Jean's arrival and Candace's
instructions, but Candace had clearly asserted herself on Beth's ass; as far
as Beth was concerned, there was no denying the blond woman.  She wasn't
Jean's peer, anyway; this just ended the deception, as far as Beth was
concerned.  She went where Jean led her; if Jean thought to get her asshole
rimmed, she would do that, too...

        Through a haze of pleasure, Jean watched Candace ponder which of two
objects she was going to attach to the harness she was wearing.  The mount
point seemed to be right over her mons; the objects were a hard-looking
eight inch vibrator and a gnarled-looking replica of a penis in black that
was even bigger!  As she watched, Candace tossed the vibrator on the pool
table -- then her eyes rolled up and she saw nothing for a bit as an orgasm
tore through her.  She was coming down, eyes closed, when she heard Candace
say, "Up on your knees, Slut!  It's time to party hardy!"

        In the interim, Candace had lubed the artificial cock liberally --
but she deliberately did not lube Beth's ass.  Experience told her the
monster phallus would go in -- and it wouldn't ruin Beth, because she knew
what to do with such things and it WAS lubed -- but it was going to hurt
like a sonofabitch!

        "OOOOGG!"  Jean had a front row seat to watch Beth's eyes pop as
Candace applied pressure, forcing the blunt tip of the artificial cock
against Beth's unprepared anus.  It was quite a sight, and she had to admit
that whatever that made her, Jean was aroused by it.

        "You'd better be eating pussy, Slut!" Candace grated.  This wasn't
pleasant for her, either; she deliberately shifted the harness upward so it
was more on her pubic bone and less on her clit.  Once things were going,
she could move it back down...

        'Gawd!  What IS that?  A baseball bat?' Beth wondered.  No, it was a
little softer than a bat would be, thank God!  She did what she was supposed
to do to minimize the impacts, pushing as though she was using the toilet,
and her opening gave way and began to flower open under the pressure.

        But it had a long way to go, and a short time to get there; the
blunt head of the artificial cock took a full normal distension of her anus
and kept on coming, forcing Beth's protesting sphincter to dimensions it
hadn't seen in some time -- if ever!  "AAAWWWWWW!!!!" Beth wailed around a
tongue buried in Jean's channel -- all she could do, really, with her
attention focused on the painful invasion of her ass!  Tears poured; the
thing hurt like Hell!  But it was going in, and there didn't seem to be
anything she could do about it, pinned between Candace and Jean...

        Finally, the mushroom head of the fake phallus passed her distended
anal ring and Candace began rocking back and forth, working the ridged shaft
into Beth's abused ass.  While she reached for the lube, Candace noticed
that Beth's efforts at pleasing Jean had slacked off, so she delivered an
open-handed smack on Beth's ass, forcing a cringing involuntary clamping
down on her invading plunger, howling, "Lick, Bitch!  You're not done
there!"  Agonized by her involuntary reaction to the swat, Beth rushed to
put her tongue back into gear.

        Jean found that she wanted her nipples tweaked badly, but she was
too inhibited to do it herself.  Beth was draped on her, anyway, maybe...
"Play with my nipples," she croaked.

        After God knew how much painful jockeying, Candace was beginning to
get some free play in that dildo's motion in her ass -- which meant she was
starting to bang into Beth, rocking her.  Beth didn't really know whether
she could get at Jean's nipples or not...  She wormed her hands up over
Jean's narrow torso.

        If Jean had been any bigger, it would have been impossible, but Beth
found her fingers were just long enough to push at the edged of Jean's
sports bra, trying to get under.  Jean wrenched at her sleeveless blouse,
popping a couple of buttons while hauling the bra up out of the way, and
Beth's fingers closed on two pointed nubs.

        For Jean, that jacked things up -- especially since with Candace
pounding her from the rear, Beth was only capable of a more general flat-
tongued wash of Jean's slit.  Jean helped steady Beth and control her by the
grip she had on her hair, but it still wasn't the targeted attack that Beth
was capable of before Candace went to work abusing her ass.

        Still, a couple of minutes later, Jean got her second orgasm of the
day and collapsed back into the chair to let Beth tongue her wherever she
was capable as she came down from the peak.  Soon, things got a little too
sensitive, and Jean backed off the chair, crawling over an arm to settle
beside it and catch her breath.  After resting a moment, she circled around
to get a look at what horrors Candace was inflicting on poor Beth...

        At some point, Candace had managed to get that monster dong all the
way inside poor Beth; now she was running it back and forth over virtually
its entire length in Beth's distended ass.  The thing was HUGE -- over ten
inches, certainly, and thick -- and it was NOT smooth, having been sculpted
with ropy veins and other lumps and bumps theoretically found on the real
cock of some troll.  Beth was visibly unhappy; now that she no longer had
Jean to work on, she was more or less free to wail and grunt and moan as the
giant phallus stretched and abused her anus.  "Won't that ruin her?" Jean
asked.

        "No," Candace puffed -- the effort being serious work.  "You'd be
surprised what can go up there, if you take a little time with the initial
work.  But she'll probably be sore for a week or so, anyway, and might have
to take some precautions to keep from messing herself..."  Candace grinned
evilly.  "You can help, you know..."

        "Um, I can?" Jean blinked.

        "Yeah.  I want to make her enjoy it, godawful as it is, just to
bring it home to her what a slut she is.  Why don't you take that vibe,"
Candace pointed it out on the pool table, "and run it under there and give
her clit a good going over..."

        Jean felt this odd rush of unholy glee; God, Candace was SOO bad!
This was just NASTY!  She lost no time collecting the vibrator, then slid
under Beth and went to work with it.

        Beth started ogling her, bug-eyed, when the vibrator hit her clit;
she couldn't seem to say anything -- her mouth just opened and closed a few
times.  In the meantime, Candace backed off the jackhammering a bit to
ensure that pleasure got the majority position in the activity.

        Beth knew she was being played, somehow, but the details escaped
her.  The pain had backed off, first because she had managed finally to
adapt to her intruder, and second because Candace wasn't trying to push the
fake phallus out of her mouth any more.  But the vibrator was a surprise, as
was the fact that Jean was wielding it.  It was a pleasant surprise, too,
the jazzy buzz overpowering and absorbing the irritation component of
Candace's pounding and turning it into... something else...

        Beth's eyes popped again when she discovered just what that
'something else' was -- the buzzing wave of an orgasm rolled over, leaving
her gasping in shock!  "Oh, Gawd!  Ungh!"

        Candace grinned evilly and hissed, "What a TOTAL slut!  Have you
ever seen anything like her, Jean?"

        On cue, Jean responded, "No, I can't say that I have..."  It was
true, too, but Jean would have been a bit more charitable about it.
Candace, on the other hand, was making a point.

        Beth, totally humiliated, got it -- but Jean was still using that
vibrator to make her clit dance, and as long as that happened, she was going
to add it to Candace's abuse of her ass to generate orgasms -- she had no
choice!

        Candace waited until Beth was in the final approach to another cum
and laid into her with a vengeance -- and Beth wailed like a banshee, but
cum dribbled down her thighs.  Candace stopped then, panting from her
efforts; Beth slumped forward, but didn't disconnect.  Candace turned to
Jean and gasped, "Jean, Honey, I hate to ask this, but I didn't plan for the
mess this is gonna make.  Could you run upstairs and get a couple of towels
so Slut Baby here doesn't crap up the rug?"

        Strangely, Jean found this to be funny, and burst out laughing.
Candace caught it and started cackling, too, leaving Beth to hang her head
mortified, as Jean sprinted up the stairs to collect some towels.

        Minutes later, towel in hand, Candace extracted the dildo from
Beth's gaping sphincter.  Beth followed the extraction with a loud, wet
fart, which caused another fit of feminine giggles while Candace wrapped the
dildo in a towel and Jean placed the other towel to catch drips from Beth's
abused ass.  "Here, take this!" Jean directed, leaving the towel in Beth's
control.

        Candace gave the dildo a perfunctory wipe, disconnected it from the
harness while holding it with the towel and handed it to a shell-shocked
Beth.  "Here.  Go clean this up.  When you're done, put the towels in a
trash bag and take them home and wash them -- you can bring them back
tomorrow.  Hurry up!  I expect that you can do simple things, like handle
feces..."

        "Yes, Mistress!"  Humiliated beyond words, Beth waddled to the
stairs and headed up.

        "Don't make a mess in my bathroom!" Candace yelled.

        Jean giggled again.  "I feel so bad for her, but..."

        "You've got a bathroom humor thing," Candace finished.  Meanwhile,
she was affixing the vibrator to the harness.  "C'mere, Hon."

        "Why?"  Jean eyed Candace's new appendage.  She had no intention of
being brutalized...

        "Oh!  You think...?" Candace shook her head.  "I want her to find us
having some girl-girl fun -- and to be told she can't play," she explained.
"I wouldn't try to do to you what I did to her..."

        "Well, what DO you plan?" Jean asked, leery.

        "The vibrator is a whole different thing, Hon," Candace assured her.
"When I press with it, then I get a tingle in my clit, too -- you see?  Tell
you what -- just come over and straddle it, and see if you don't want a
little more..."

        Jean sidled up, nervous.  Candace, being taller, had to squat a
little, but there was plenty of vibrator to go around; it slid between
Jean's legs, parting her vulva and buzzing, buzzing.  "Ah," Candace grunted.
"That's nice!  It's pressing against my clitty..."

        Jean had to admit that it was nice, too...  "What do you want to
do?" she asked, cautiously.

        "Well, this would do," Candace admitted, "until my back gave out.
How about if you sit on the edge of the table and I try to work it around
under you?"

        "Will that work?" Jean asked.  The vibe was certainly tantalizing...

        "I think so -- especially if you can get your knees up and spread.
I don't think I could do that, but you're pretty athletic..."

        "Hmmmm.  Like this?"  She hopped up on the edge of the table and sat
like a frog, her knees up and her feet splayed along the table edge.  Her
little pussy popped open, looking cute, like that of a much younger woman --
but it was tilted up, now, and Candace wasn't going to come in contact with
much above her perineum if she slid the vibrator between her legs.

        Candace came forward gamely, but it didn't look like the whole thing
was going to fly.  She worked it under to prove her point, then slid the tip
back up between Jean's open labia.  "It'd be a whole lot easier, Hon, if
you'd just let me fuck you!"

        "No," Jean retorted, but there wasn't a lot of emphasis behind the
denial.  Candace had wedged the tip of the vibrator under her clitoral hood,
directly against the sensitive nub, and the sensations were intense -- too
intense!  Jean shifted to escape the overload, and the vibrator tip dropped
to her vaginal mouth and wedged there.

        Jean glanced up, surprised, but Candace merely grunted, "I TOLD you
so!"  But she didn't press, merely moving the vibrator around using the
inserted tip as a pivot point.  The base of the vibrator was transmitting
vibrations to a specially designed point on the harness that sat right over
her clitoris; anything Candace did was pleasurable, as long as she
maintained some pressure.  "How's that?" she gasped.

        Well, it wasn't killing her -- THAT was for sure!  Jean's pussy was
lit up like a Christmas tree, and she could tell that Candace was getting
her ride, too, from the way she was acting -- grunting and gasping and
flexing her knees to ride the vibrator up and down against her obviously
itchy clit.  "G-good!" Jean admitted.

        Meanwhile, Candace was winning by default; Jean's vagina was
flowering open and moistening under the stimulus and mild pressure, so the
tip penetrated deeper and deeper within her.  Jean recognized this and gave
up -- her body wanted it, anyway...  She dropped back on her elbows -- but
she wasn't a pretzel, so her feet came up.

        "Over my shoulders, Hon...  That's fine..." Candace puffed.  The tip
was in, now, to a depth that made wallowing it back and forth more
difficult; now, to maintain pressure on her clit, Candace needed to press it
in.  "I'll go slow..."

        "Uh huh," Jean got out, distracted by the feel of the hard plastic
shaft slowly penetrating her depths.  It went DEEP, but Candace was as good
as her word, taking it slowly so that she could enjoy the pressure on her
own clit.  The hard cylinder was slick enough not to hang for lack of
lubrication; it slowly slid in all the way -- until Candace was pressing the
base against Jean's clit, too!  "Oooohh!  Stay like that!"

        Candace was more than happy to!  She ground her pubic bone against
Jean's, transmitting pleasure from the embedded vibrator to both of them.
"Okay," she gasped.  "Why don't I just do this?"

        "Yessss..."  Jean clamped her heels against Candace's back, helping
to increase the pressure.  Her whole crotch was humming...

        But Candace had already given Beth a workout and the motions of male
fucking were unusual ones for her; she was exhausted.  "C-can we do this
another way?" she gasped.  "I can't stand like this..."

        Jean reined herself in -- a difficult proposition, since she was
approaching orgasm.  But Candace had done a lot today, and she hadn't had
any relief...  "Let me think," she gasped.  THAT wasn't easy...

        But she came up with something relatively quickly.  "Why don't
you... lie... on your back... on the floor," she gasped, "and I'll ride...
on top..."

        "Oh!  Oh!  Good idea!" Candace gasped, also close.  Reluctantly, she
staggered back when Jean raised her legs.

        "Hurry!" Jean urged.  "We don't want to lose it..."  She sounded
selfish, but Candace was in full agreement.  Candace arranged herself on the
rug with the vibrator pointing straight up from her groin, and Jean aligned
it with her channel and began settling on it.

        "Yessss," Candace hissed.  The buzzing pressure against her clit was
exquisite, and Jean hadn't settled fully onto her yet!

        Instead of kneeling above Candace, Jean squatted.  It required much
more athleticism, but it allowed her crotch more motion.  She settled her
pubic bone against the harness -- and against Candace's, through the leather
-- and began rocking and rubbing -- something that would have hurt a male
with a firmly anchored cock, but that worked fine against the play of the
harness.  The effect was to vary the location and pressure of their buzzing
interface -- something that rapidly drove both of them nuts!

        As intended, Beth minced downstairs to find the pair of them
grinding against one another, deep in the throes of unfeigned passion.  As
she hit the foot of the stairs, Candace groaned to Jean, "Play with my
nipples, please!"

        Jean was by nature too inhibited to do such a thing -- earlier,
she'd asked Beth to play with her own nipples, too embarrassed to do it to
herself in public.  But they were too far along to get picky about the whole
thing now; gingerly, she lowered her hands to Candace's breasts -- something
she had never done before.

        "Ahhhhh!" Candace moaned.  "Rub my nipples!  Yessss!  Sssssoooo
cloooose..."  She stiffened and began to thrash under Jean as orgasm
overtook her.

        Now Jean, arguably even more stimulated and boosted by the novelty
of handling nipples not her own, started quaking and jouncing through her
own orgasm, red-faced, her little titties bouncing as she jounced up and
down on the plastic shaft impaling her.  "Ahhhggggghhhh!  God!"  She flopped
forward, bracing herself stiff-armed, her hands in either side of the supine
Candace.

        "Shit, that was great!" Candace gasped.  "Do you think you can do me
again?"

        Jean blinked.  With eight inches of buzzing plastic inside her, she
was under the impression that SHE was the one being 'done' -- but then
again, she WAS the one moving...  "Um, yeah, I guess..."  Being bent forward
didn't stop the vibrator, and it didn't keep her from grinding her pelvis
into Candace's.  "How's this?"

        "Ooooohhhhh!  Just fine, Honey!"  Candace glanced up and collected
Beth's eyes, "Come over here and suck on my titties, Slut.  Give Jean
whatever she wants, too, while you're at it."

        Beth did as she was told; it was clear that while she was going to
participate in this act, she wasn't to get any satisfaction from it.
Wondering how long it would take to live her mistake down, she lowered her
face to Candace's right breast.

        Jean returned to the vertical to allow Beth to work, but moved
Beth's hand away from Candace's left breast.  "Leave one for me," she
whispered, blushing.  It was probably the bravest she had ever been where
sex was concerned, but this was a week of firsts, and she found that
pinching and mauling Candace's rubbery nipples was fun...  Candace just
looked up and smiled, and Jean got back to the business of kneading their
vibrating pussies together.

                       ----------------------------------

        At the mall, Lon and Rick started making their own luck.  They were
kicking back at the food court, eyeballing the prospects with that somewhat
less than urgent interest that confidence and access to a steady supply of
feminine attention brings.  Lon was avoiding Toby, for reasons that seemed
good to both Rick and himself...

        The usual gaggle of Barbie-doll knock-offs were flitting around
modeling their fashion choices; the guys knew better than to get too excited
by them.  Theoretically, they were collectable, for either of them (but
would not be for Toby, which brought Lon some vague amusement, when he
thought about it; if they only knew...) -- but you either learned early that
chicks who were primarily decorative were more trouble than they were worth,
or you didn't.  Lon liked to think that this wisdom was why he didn't
bother, not the fact that they were so difficult to get a handle on in the
first place.

        Rick, who had a bit more difficulty with the group, was of like
mind.  One swaggered by, carrying four shopping bags, and Rick grunted,
"Daddy's charge card is smoking in HER purse!"

        Lon chuckled, then sobered.  "Think we're out of the doghouse?"

        "Yeah."  Rick ruffled his dark locks.  "Mom's talking to me again as
of this morning.  I think she might even be talking to YOU again, after
yesterday."  He shook his head, remembering.  "Yesterday was a bit much..."

        "Sure was," Lon agreed.  Eating pussy had been fun, but suffering
through the one-sidedness of the situation had sucked...

        Rick shook his head.  "Mom just jumped out there..."

        "Yeah.  I thought she was a lot more conservative and hung-up than
that," Lon ventured.

        "Me, too," Rick agreed.  "I think we've created a monster..."

        Lon laughed, then sobered.  "She was pretty tough on you, too..."

        "Yeah."  Rick's expression became pensive.  "I got to thinking about
it...  Never really had before."

        Lon knew what 'it' was.  "Well, you had your nose rubbed in it,
pretty hard!  I can sympathize; Mama hasn't been on her best behavior for a
while, now.  But it's still not the game we want to be playing."

        "Yeah."  Rick sat back, sighing.  Neither of them sounded totally
convinced.

        "Let's head for Toby's about one," Lon suggested.  "We can get a
little something from Beth before she goes to work..."  Rick opened his
mouth to agree, but Lon's attention was gone; suddenly, he was tracking
something, "Huh!  I wonder..."

        Sally Harkness was...  Thick?  Stocky?  Wide-bodied?  She wasn't
fat, or even necessarily pudgy; it appeared that someone had taken a more or
less ideally shaped girl and over inflated her a little bit.  She was
just... more substantial -- meatier, maybe -- all over.  She was no little
slip of a thing in any dimension.  Under her hank of somewhat thin, lank,
mouse-brown hair (currently artfully streaked with blonde highlights), her
face reflected a baby-doll beauty -- but her size kept her off the top ten
list of just about every male she had ever come into contact with, and the
other few, well, didn't deserve her.  She was five feet nine and sported a
pair of 40Ds, but she also sported a substantial ass, and while she could do
a bikini, comments like 'That's a lotta woman!' kept her from doing it.

        Why she and her girlfriend Teela Pendergast were at the mall escaped
her; nothing good ever happened there.  Usually, the pair would slink
through the halls to the cinema and take in a movie -- or two, depending
upon vagaries of available allowance and the total lack of alternatives with
any viability -- then slink back out, hoping not to attract too much in the
way of negative attention from the bright and perky in-crowd shopaholics
lingering in the fashionable clothing outlets.  The mall could be especially
miserable for someone who everybody knew had to shop at Lane Bryant or
Catherine's -- even if she didn't, really (and Sally REALLY didn't -- or at
least not all the time).

        From a visual standpoint, hanging out with Teela (whose real name
was Natalie) was a big mistake.  Teela was a wannabe Goth girl -- thin,
knobby-kneed, wearing heavy, thick-soled knee-high boots or bright black
buckle shoes over lacy black leggings.  She did the white pancake and black
lipstick and eyeliner thing, complete with ridiculous eyelashes, and her
pageboy bob was totally black -- except for the decorative spritz of blue or
magenta she applied on alternate days.  And everything she wore was black
leather or spandex or had a ridiculously frilly lingerie look -- and was
plastered to her skinny body like skin.  Placing Sally anywhere that she
shared the visual field with Teela was unfair to her, because the scrawny
girl made her look like a hippo -- but it was a common sight, anyway; they
went just about everywhere together.

        Today, things weren't any too different where Teela was concerned;
she was done up in lederhosen-like shorts with suspenders over tights banded
with horizontal stripes in loud colors and clunky round-toed shoes with
thick soles.  Under the suspenders was a black lace corset.  Teela had a set
of B-cup titties that sat high and firm -- and when displayed by something
like the cups that the corset sported, they provided a fine view of her
skinny breastbone between them.  Last, but not least, she was sporting a
pair of black, elbow-length fingerless gloves.  If Sally wasn't with her on
so many of the fishing expeditions that produced Teela's wardrobe, she would
never be able to guess where she got some of the stuff she managed to buy or
remanufacture to ensure that she was always oddly dressed...

        Today, however, despite Teela's attire, Sally was the focus of their
efforts.  Teela had convinced Sally that if they wandered out to the mall to
buy some of the currently fashionable sleeveless pullover blouses in
contrasting colors for her (slightly too short, of course -- the not-quite-
midriff look was still in, even if the rich and fashion-conscious had moved
on), that Sally would garner some male attention if she went braless.
Having just made a pair of purchases at a clothing store a few doors down
there in the mall, they were out testing the theory.

        Lon found himself perfectly positioned to detect two large, gently
wobbling orbs partially covered in white over melon stretch fabric that
wasn't obscuring nipple bumps, floating over a narrow swath of lightly
tanned skin that nevertheless displayed a deeply indented navel.  Below
this, a pair of olive culottes sprouted a pair of long if husky legs, ending
in a pair of quite nicely turned out feet with a fine French pedicure --
stuck in the inevitable pair of pink flip-flops.  Lon rolled his eyes upward
past the equally meticulously taken care of fingernails to the face under
the somewhat lank blond-streaked ponytail.  It was a sweet face...  "Hey,
isn't that -- Sally, something..."

        "Yeah..."  Rick looked, looked a second time, looked again.  "So?"

        "You're missing the jugs..." Lon prompted.

        "What about them?"  Rick looked again, but Sally and Teela were
standing still, trying to decide which store to go to next.

        "Give it a second," Lon murmured.  "They're moving."

        "Yeah..."  Rick wasn't enamored; Beth had big, fat hooters, and they
were nice, he guessed -- but there was too much of them as far as Rick was
concerned.  Sally's weren't as big, but they were in the same class.
Watching them sway was nice, but he liked his to bob and jiggle but not go
far.

        "Who's the scarecrow with her?" Lon asked.

        "Teela something.  They're always together," Rick supplied.

        "What an outfit!"

        Rick shrugged.  "It gets her attention.  That's what she wants,
apparently."  Sally chose that moment to swing to her left to look up the
mall corridor, and Rick caught the little bit of extra movement.  "Huh!
Gutsy today!  No bra.  Not her usual style, I don't think..."

        "How come I never..." Lon mused.

        "Never WHAT?" Rick asked, eyeing Lon as if he'd sprouted two heads.
Okay, so she had big tits -- she had big everything else, too...

        "Oh, said 'hi', I guess...  C'mon," Lon rose from his chair and
moved to intercept the pair of girls, who were moving again.

        Rick was more or less unaffected, but Beth had made a powerful
impression on Lon -- a VERY powerful impression!  As a result, Lon's
personal standards had shifted, and heavier girls were welcome.  Not only
had the physical component sunk in, the mental one had, too -- Lon realized
that a somewhat larger girl would tend to be a whole lot more pliant and a
lot less fickle than a Barbie doll.  And when Lon applied his amended
standards to Sally, he saw potential...

        For one thing, the girl was meticulously turned out.  Oh, her hair
wasn't straight out of a beauty shop, but she was visibly clean -- and has
already been mentioned, her fingers and toes were immaculately polished.
Now, having nothing else to do might have had a lot to do with it, but Sally
could have chosen to do other things, rather than work on her appearance...

        Second, Sally was the poster girl for the difference between 'big'
and 'fat'; Rick missed this, but Lon didn't.  Sally had less excess on her
than Beth, but her build tended to hide the fact.  So Rick saw a fat chick,
but Lon saw an undervalued property.

        Third, Lon's limited experience with Sally said she was shy --
somewhat meek, actually.  Lon had learned the value of this with Beth; Sally
would be moldable, open to suggestion, and generally a whole lot easier to
please than a large chunk of the competition.  This was big; Lon didn't want
to have a girlfriend he had to cater to constantly -- HE wanted to BE
catered to, not vice-versa!

        Last, but not least, there was a pair of points sticking right out,
tenting the front of those doubled blouses...  That had a couple of
dimensions, too; aside from the obviously pleasant view, it indicated that
she could be talked into doing something brave, periodically.

        Now, Lon didn't cover this ground with his frontal lobe; rather, he
took in the gestalt, and a program in his hindbrain compared it with a
standards template that he couldn't have described but carried in him
anyway, and an alert went off.  Once that happened, he dredged up what he
knew about her, and that seemed positive, too.  But if you asked him what
put him into motion, you'd have gotten "Those are serious tits!"

        "Hey."  Sally swung around to see who had spoken and caught Lon
shifting his eyes back to her face after taking in the free motion of her
chest.  That was okay, she decided -- at least they were good for
something...  Besides, wasn't this Lon Carpenter?  Lon might not be the Big
Man on Campus -- but he was in the top twenty -- and with Senior year coming
up, that would probably thin to ten!  "Yes?"

        "Sally?  What are you guys doing here?" Lon asked.

        "Nothing...  Well, shopping, a little," Sally murmured nervously.
What did HE want?  Was this a trick?

        "Find anything decent?"  'Jeez, how do you talk to a girl about
shopping?' Lon wondered.  'How am I gonna manage to keep from sounding too
stupid?'

        Teela burst in here, also sensing a trap.  "What do YOU care?" she
snarled.  She wanted him gone -- unless maybe he would do her a favor and
fulfill Teela's REAL mission for the day...

        The response was quick, aggressive -- and from a different source!
Lon's dark-haired companion lit into Teela with, "Quiet, Pipsqueak!  Go
climb in your casket and wait for sundown!"

        Teela's eyes popped and she spun on Rick -- who, frankly, was
surprised at himself.  "Who are YOU to tell ME what to do?"

        "My fangs are longer, see?" Rick curled his lip.  "Now pipe down or
I'll get some string and run it through that ring in your nose and we'll go
for a walk!  Hey, you don't have one in your tongue, do you?" he leered.
Teela's jaw dropped.  "No, I see you don't.  Too bad -- that'd keep you
quiet, too!"

        Teela stood there, huffing and puffing; she was seldom bested in the
sharp tongue department!  She was thoroughly pissed -- and she was
titillated...  The pierced nostril he was commenting on was her pride and
joy; it was her most controversial piercing, the others being the three sets
in her ears.  Despite the attention they would get her, her readings on the
care required for tongue, eyebrow, or navel piercings didn't seem worth it
-- besides, tongues weren't that visible, and declared you to be a slut.
Other, more personal locations failed to pass the visibility test, too...

        Sally, interrupted by the multiple outbursts, blinked and tried to
get back on track.  "Well, I bought these tank tops..."  This of course
virtually forced an examination of her cleavage.  It wasn't her plan, but
once the words left her lips, she couldn't retract them...

        Lon took the opportunity for a lengthy examination from close range,
after which he was left in a quandary:  How did you tell a girl she looked
absolutely fuckable without getting your face slapped?  "Um, well, ah..."

        "You don't like them?"  Sally asked, prompted by painful experience
to expect rejection.

        'Them?  Oh, blouses, not tits!'  Lon threw up a hand, "No, no,
that's not it!  I was trying to come up with something..."  'Clean?'
"...socially acceptable...  They look pretty good to me..."

        "Oh!" Sally dimpled.

        'Aw, SHIT!  THIS won't do!'  "Are you talking about her tops, or her
hooters, Hunky Boy?  Christ, Sally -- he just wants a grip on your melons!"
Teela needed to move THIS in a different direction, quickly!  "What is this?
Four F day?"

        "Are you jealous?" Rick asked, invading Teela's personal space to
look straight down her cleavage as exposed by the corset cups.  "Those
aren't exactly IBTC-class bumps, there, Elvira!  How come you don't have a
cute little bat-wing pendant to hang between those?"

        "The quarter it would cost at a bubblegum machine is beyond your
allowance!" Teela snarled back.  "What the fuck is the IBTC?"

        "Itty Bitty Titty Committee," Rick replied, grinning maliciously.
"And you're too big there to be a member!"

        Teela tilted her head.  "You fucked up -- I'll take that crack as a
compliment!"

        Rick smiled crookedly.  "Then maybe I didn't fuck up."

        Lon picked up Sally's eyes and arched an eyebrow.  "Sparky, aren't
they?"

        "Uh huh."  Sally felt stupid, but Lon was still standing there,
talking to her...  She flicked a glance at Teela, who was apparently fully
engaged with Rick, and murmured, "So, about the tops?"

        "I told you," Lon replied.  "Although they probably wouldn't be as
nice without what's under them..."

        Sally could feel a flush spreading.  "Uh, thanks.  We should, uh,
probably be going, before Teela does something nasty to your friend..."

        Teela took the comment as a suggestion; her eyes flashed and her
knee came up.  But Rick was gone, like magic -- just far enough that he
could reach down and grab her calf, just above the ankle.  Teela's reflexive
attempt to turn the kneeing into a kick unbalanced her and she sat on the
mall's parquet floor -- hard!  Rick chuckled while she sat there getting her
breath, her mouth open and her eyes reflecting shock and wonder.  "I've seen
it all," Rick answered the unasked question.  "I have a really mean cousin.
She's married, now, but I learned all about knees, early."  He stepped in
between her splayed legs and looked down at her.  "Would you like help
getting up?"

        The position was deliberate; it was inside her arms and legs, and it
made it necessary for her to crane her neck to look up at him -- AND it gave
him another fine view of her tits!  Rick liked his tits conical and high
riding; Teela's were both...

        Teela recovered herself, closed her mouth, and discovered that when
she wasn't looking Rick in the eye she was looking at his crotch.  She
glanced back up maliciously and bared her teeth, but Rick chuckled, "Oh,
come on!  You don't want to BITE it..."  Then he stepped away, deliberately
ignoring her -- leaving Teela sputtering in outrage!

        Lon sighed.  "I guess you're right..."  'Jeez, I don't know which of
them is worse!'  "I'll see you at school, then -- or some other time,
maybe."

        "Sure..."  'Duh!  You sound like some kind of idiot, Sally!  Get
your shit together!'  "I, uh..."  'STOP!  What are you going to say?  I'll
put a candle in the window?'  She turned away, embarrassed.

        Rick turned laughing eyes on Sally.  "If you get her a leash, maybe
I'll walk her for you..."

        "Keep it up, Smartass!" Teela shrieked.

        "Okay..."  Rick smiled and turned to Lon, who was looking distinctly
unhappy with him.  The pair drifted away, Lon leading while he tried to
figure out how to salvage things, and Rick reluctantly, grinning maliciously
over his shoulder at his opponent.

        When they were back at their table, Lon frowned at Rick, "What was
THAT all about?"

        "What?  Monkey Girl?  She was trying to mess with you, so I
distracted her," Rick replied.

        "It looked like World War Three!" Lon exclaimed.

        "It wasn't," Rick replied calmly.  "I bet she enjoyed it.  I did."
'A LOT, as a matter of fact,' Rick realized.  "You two should have kept
going -- we'd have been fine..."  He shrugged.  "If that's what you wanted
to do..."  Why Lon had gone hunting Sally was still beyond Rick's
understanding.

        "We couldn't get a word in edgewise!" Lon complained.

        "No wonder, the way you both were tripping over your tongues," Rick
chided.  "I really don't get it..."  His eyes followed the pair, who were
moving slowly off, apparently in heated discussion.

        "Don't get what?" Lon demanded.

        "Sally..."

        "Good!  That's less competition!" Lon grunted.  Rick shook his head,
mildly irritated.  "I ought to get you and Teela rabies shots!"

        "Well, tetanus, anyway," Rick chuckled.  "She probably DOES bite..."

        "And that's okay?" Lon asked, bemused.

        "Yeah."  Rick nodded thoughtfully.  "That's okay."  He looked at his
watch.  "Time to go."

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