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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 49 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: mf mmf oral exhib voy

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 49

        People who knew Teela wouldn't have known her the next morning.  She
'went straight'; going easy on the black make-up, she showed up for
collection in a cropped V-neck T-shirt and a ridiculously short but colorful
skirt -- and pink flip-flops.  Rick cocked his head, bug-eyed, "Holy shit!
Is that it?"

        "Yep."  Teela flipped up the ragged hem of the T-shirt to display
her breasts and turned around and bent over to display a bare ass.  "That's
everything."

        "Better pack mace in your purse."  Rick shook his head.  "How fast
do you run?  I can't take on a half-dozen beefy construction workers!"

        "Fast enough," Teela giggled, excited.  "Let's go!"

        It was a quarter of eleven when Teela came tripping up the sidewalk
in the direction opposite where Rick had parked and stuck her head in the
door of the site.  It was a hot day; big fans were running to offset the
temperature while three guys sheet-rocked over the electrical work of two
others in the lobby.  Fred was cutting mouldings on a table saw in the back
of the room.  "Hey, guys!  What'cha doing?"

        "Workin'."  Fred looked up, irritated.  'Stupid... cunt.'  The
thought started out 'kid', but his brain changed horses based on the visual.
He moderated his tone.  "Need sumpthin'?"

        "I just wanted to get a look," Teela replied, reaching up under the
cropped T to scratch the underside of her left breast.  "I've never seen a
place being built like this..."

        Fred saw skin -- and he wasn't the only one.  Enrico "Rico"
Gambrelli had a prime, off-side seat from where he was putting in power
plugs near the floor on Teela's left; he mapped the whole lower surface of
Teela's left breast with his eyes.  "Mebbe you oughta get a tour," he
offered, virtually drooling.

        "Don't go hoggin' her," Fred grunted.  "Pass her around."

        "Yah."  Enrico waved Teela over to him.  "I'm doin' rough electrical
over here.  The guys have already framed and insulated -- see the pink stuff
with the brown paper covering?  That's fiberglass -- you don't wanna fool
with it too much..."

        Teela bent from the waist to see what Enrico was doing, and he took
advantage of the drop-shot at her cleavage.  But he didn't realize he was
coming up short -- everybody else in the room stopped breathing as Teela's
skirt rode up!

        "Jeezus!" one of the other guys husked.  From behind, bent over like
that, Teela might as well have been naked; her whole crotch was on display,
as well as her breasts.

        "Fuck, I figger we're on break, Boys," Fred grunted.  If he went
back to trying to cut things, he'd lose a thumb...  "Le's give Sweet Thang
the grand tour..."

        "Wow!  That's REAL nice of you!" Teela turned and twittered.  Enrico
found himself looking up her skirt -- and his eyes bugged.

        "Well, it's a hot day," Fred grunted, "We need our breaks..."

        "It sure is!"  Teela went over to stand before one of the big fans
they had running.  "This is nice, though..."

        "It sure is!" someone exclaimed.  Teela's skirt was blowing straight
out in front of her, displaying her neatly-trimmed pubes.

        Teela spent the next fifteen minutes vamping the construction
workers -- and Fred was all over it.  One of the high points was when he
offered 'if you're real careful' to take her up on a ladder to see the
ceiling details.  The whole team stood bracing that ladder; somebody
mumbled, "I'd like to take her up on that ladder, all right..." and snapped
his hips.  There were chuckles, but everybody was too busy looking up...
Teela pretended not to hear, but contrived to stumble a bit coming down --
enough to get Fred's big hand on her ass to steady her.  Fred couldn't
resist the temptation to squeeze, either, which got him an enigmatic smile
while she thanked him for catching her.

        "Thanks, guys!" Teela waved, tripping off.  "Maybe I'll come back
sometime!"

        "You be sure and do that, Missy!" Fred yelled after her.  "You be
sure and do that!"

        Teela was walking on air as she skipped her way around the block; it
had been decided that she would approach and depart the work site in the
opposite direction from the location of Rick's car so as not to point it up
to someone watching her.  As she approached the car, eyes alight and
grinning from ear to ear, she announced, "I just drove a half-dozen guys
crazy!  Fuck me!"

        "Here?"  Rick glanced around, shocked.

        "Back there, then."  Teela pointed to an area between two buildings
shielded from view on the street by a large dumpster.

        "Are you sure?" Rick asked.

        "Oh, yeah!  God, I'm SOOO horny!"  Teela took Rick's hand and led
him back onto the narrow strip of grass.  Shucking down his jeans, she
sucked him in for a few moments to get him nice and hard and wet, then had
him flop back on the grass while she mounted him.  Teela's abbreviated
outfit didn't present any obstacle at all -- she might as well have been
naked.  Rick slid his hands up under her top to fondle her breasts until she
started to get loud, then extracted one hand and shoved two fingers into her
mouth to muffle her noises to impassioned cycles of "Mmph!  Mmph!  Mmph!
Mmph!"

        Coming back from the second floor break room in the adjacent
building, Phyllis Waterman wandered to the window for a gander outside while
she sipped her iced tea.  Her eyes shifted downward from the windows across
the way to the narrow grassy strip between the buildings and she froze.
"Marlene, would you come here?" she asked the woman in the next cubicle in
an odd voice.

        Marlene McAllister, curious, got up from her desk and joined Phyllis
at the window, then followed her gaze to the ground.  "Omigawd!  He's raping
her!" she gasped.

        Phyllis looked up and tilted her head, "From the bottom?"  Marlene's
conservative morals and the resultant social programming periodically made
it seem as if she and reality only had a nodding acquaintance.

        "Then she's a hooker!" Marlene insisted.

        "At that age?  Besides, the boy's no older..."  Why did everything
sexual have to be sordid?  "It's just sex."

        "Someone should tell their parents!"

        Phyllis rolled her eyes.  "Have you ever HAD sex, Marlene?"

        "Why, yes!  With my husband!" Marlene declared self-righteously.

        "Twice, I imagine," Phyllis muttered with some irony.  "And now
you're divorced..."

        "We're both going to go to Hell for that," Marlene muttered.  "Why
he couldn't get an annulment from the Church..."

        Phyllis rolled her eyes.  No wonder the world was in such sorry
shape when religion divorced so many people from reality...  Meanwhile, she
watched the girl bounce energetically up and down on her young lover.  From
above, her skirt covered their activity, but there was no doubt about what
they were doing, particularly when you took in the boy's state of undress...

        The girl chose that moment to look up; her eyes locked on Phyllis'
and she smiled -- then her eyes rolled up.  Rocked to her core, Phyllis
stepped back from the window.

        "What's going on?" Sylvia Sims asked coming up the aisle between the
cubes.

        "Oh, nothing," Phyllis replied faintly.  "I think I'll go to the
Ladies' Room."

        Maureen, who had been looking into the startled eyes of the boy,
stepped away from the window, looking equally shaken.  "Me, too."  The pair
headed off, leaving Sylvia trying to peer into the windows of the next
building -- but she never looked down...

        "Shit, Baby!  We gotta GO!" Rick yelped, wrestling with the
momentarily slack form of his girlfriend.  "Those old biddies will probably
call the cops!"

        "O-okay!"  Teela pushed herself into recovery, getting up shakily
and staggering off toward the street while Rick tucked himself in.  By the
time he was able to follow, she was leaning against the car giggling.  "My,
THAT was fun!"

        "That was fuckin' scary, THAT's what it was!" Rick retorted.  "Get
in and keep down!"  He rolled them up the street half a block to beyond the
worksite, then thought better of it, turned the car around and parked on the
near side of the street.  "You're crazy, and I'm..."

        "You're gonna get yours, Lover, as soon as we're out of here," Teela
interrupted him.  "I won't leave you hanging -- I promise!  Want me to blow
you?"

        "No, it's okay..." Rick didn't want to admit that fear had made him
limp.  "Why don't you call Candace and let her know how it went?"

        "Good idea."

        Teela briefed Candace, and Candace called around to Louise and Beth
at the hospital and Jean at her job.  When it was all over, Candace turned
to Lon, who had appeared a few minutes before.  "It's a go."

        "Crap."

        "It'll be all right -- Sally doesn't mind, why should you?" Candace
queried, eyeing her son archly.

        "It just sucks.  I didn't want to share at all, never mind with some
old black dude..." Lon groused.

        "It was coming, Hon.  You guys are doing that lifestyle; eventually,
you have to press her on both sides of the issue," Candace counseled.

        "What issue?"

        "Who is in charge of sex," Candace amplified.  "You have to fuck
around and rub her nose in it -- that's one side.  And you have to make her
fuck others -- that's the flip side.  It's the kind of thing she has to
prove..."

        "She already sucked Terence off," Lon grunted.  "Isn't that enough?"

        "Maybe for this week," Candace replied, examining her manicure, "but
these things escalate.  You're just going to have to push it a little
earlier than you want..."

        "When?" Lon grunted.

        "The sooner, the better, I'd think," Candace replied.  "If he goes
out and gets lucky a few times with the guys, we might have a hard time
convincing him that he ought to be chasing girls..."

        "Well, tomorrow is out," Lon groused.

        "Suit yourself."  Candace turned away.

        "Shit.  I'd better go talk to Toby -- and Sally."  Lon headed off.

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        "Hey, Toby," Lon's voice came over the phone.  "This thing is on,
after all.  I guess Old Man Carter is a serious letch...  How soon can you
rig up your place?"

        "Been working on it," Toby replied.  "I think it's ready.  We ought
to test it, though.  And Sally probably ought to know where everything is so
she doesn't screw up the shots..."

        "I'll go get her.  See you in an hour?"

        "Cool."  Toby went back to his video editing; everything had been
set up long since...

        "Sally?" Lon's voice came over Sally's phone, this time.  "Old Man
Carter was all over Teela, apparently, so things are a go.  Toby wants to
rehearse -- are you free?"

        Sally was halfway through doing her toenails.  "Of course,
Sweetheart!"  Was it quicker to finish, or to wipe the polish off the wet
ones?

        "Maybe you ought to call Teela and get some idea how things went
down," Lon suggested.  "I'll be there in a half-hour."

        'Wipe them off,' Sally made up her mind.  "I'll be ready."

Sally's first call to Teela went unanswered.  "Leave it," Rick huffed from
his position behind her, "We're busy."  They were, too; Teela was kneeling
on her bed, rocking to Rick's pounding thrusts   Rick was standing behind
her with his hands on her hips, pulling her onto his swollen cock in time to
the driving snap of his hips, burying himself at every stroke.

        This went on for just over ten minutes -- and two orgasms for Teela
-- before Rick buried himself in her, grunted, and started spewing seed.
"Gawd, I love it when I feel you squirting in me!" Teela purred.  Rick just
grinned as he pulled out and flopped down beside her.  "EWWW!  You're making
a mess!" Teela whined.

        "Well, so are you, Drippy!" Rick retorted.  "If you want it that
bad, you should have a way to keep it!"

        Teela opened her mouth to vent her outrage, but her phone twittered
and bleeped.  "Hello?"

        "Teela!" Sally's voice caroled.  "I hear Mr. Carter is a letch!"

        "Oh, yeah!  And he's not the only one!" Teela replied.  "I had a
half-dozen construction hunks just drooling!"

        "Could you have reeled him in right there?" Sally asked.  "They're
talking about having me try tomorrow..."

        "Yeah, I could have," Teela replied.  "It's all in the wardrobe."

        "What did you wear?"

        "I dressed a lot like YOU do, actually," Teela cackled, "although I
went further with it.  Why don't you come over later and we'll hook you up?"

        "Okay," Sally agreed.  "Lon is picking me up to take me to Toby's to
make sure the cameras work and stuff..."

        "Okay, come by after that and we'll make plans.  Maybe I should
introduce you..."

        "Kewl!"  Sally hung up.

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        Toby met Lon and Sally at his door.  "Okay.  Right now, I have two
webcams set up in Ma's room-- one along the wall and one in the ceiling over
the bed.  I'm thinking that we'll try to get some zoomed video from the
regular video cam once things settle down..."

        "Cool."  Lon let Toby lead him into his mother's room.  Looking
around, he said, "I don't see anything..."

        "They're pretty well camouflaged," Toby agreed.  "Hang on a sec."
He brought in a laptop and picked up the view from the camera in the wall.

        Lon, looking over his friend's shoulder, told Sally, "Climb up on
the bed, will you, Honey?"  Sally did as she was told and the guys spent the
next few minutes positioning her and looking for the best angles.  "Okay,
well, Sally looks good -- but how will things look with him on top?"

        Toby shrugged.  "Go climb on..."  Lon positioned himself over his
girlfriend and Toby froze the frame, bringing over the laptop.  "Of course,
that assumes that he does her how you do her -- umm, sorry, Sally."

        "I'm not getting a real feel for it," Lon grunted.  "Maybe we
should..."

        "Fuck?" Toby chuckled.  "Why don't you two go through a few
positions?  I'll take short clips and we'll figure out what looks best..."

        "Okay," Lon grunted.  Shit, everybody had seen Sally naked...  He
waved her up and she came out of her blouse and shorts, then her
underclothes.  "What are you gonna be wearing?" Lon asked her.

        "Teela and I are going to come up with something," Sally replied.
"It won't be much, though."

        "No panties, I figure -- and no bra, either, probably," Lon grunted.
"The quicker you can get naked, the better.  And he needs to get there, too,
if possible."
        "Okay," Sally nodded.  "Should I offer to suck him?"

        Lon passed a glance with Toby -- this was damned weird...  "No, not
if you don't have to.  If possible, it would be nice if he was hot to go
straight to fucking, I think."

        Toby nodded.  "We can work around it, but what we WANT is for you to
get up on the bed and get him going between your legs as soon as possible.
Try to get him down on his hands, too..."  He waved and Lon climbed up onto
the bed and worked his cock into his girlfriend's only half-prepared snatch,
then dropped over onto his hands.  "Yeah, like that, I think," Toby
approved, turning the laptop so that Lon and Sally could see.

        "Yeah," Lon agreed, "that's best, I think.  Then his hands are
busy..."

        "Take a few strokes," Toby directed, "so I can see how the frame is
set."  Lon did so.  "Okay, now lean back up -- we need to plan for things to
go wrong..."  Lon did as he was asked, and Toby adjusted the hidden camera
remotely to take into account the change in height of the subject.  "What
else?  Doggie?  Standing up at the edge of the bed?"  The next fifteen
minutes were consumed with planning shots for varying positions, with Lon
taking a few demonstration strokes in each position -- just enough to stay
hard.  Fortunately, Sally lubricated easily...  "I think that's it," Toby
murmured at the end of it, "we have a plan for just about every starting
position..."

        "Okay, on to Phase Two," Lon grunted.  Sally's eyes got wider and
wider as Toby and Lon produced various paraphernalia and practiced using it
on each other.  She got out of the way as the pair tried out positions for
some activities she'd never envisioned...  Finally, Lon had her climb back
up on the bed and kneel up while they did something simple that had odd
implications -- they handcuffed her hands behind her back and propped her
upper torso on pillows, then Lon entered her.  Toby stepped up to her face
and, studying their image in the laptop screen made some adjustments while
Lon stroked Sally's pussy, apparently finally serious about it.  After a few
moments, Lon puffed, "Do it up right, Man."

        "What?" Toby looked surprised.

        "You might as well," Lon grunted.  "Tomorrow some old black asshole
is gonna fuck Sally -- and even if it is for the good of the group, I can't
see letting some old black fucker do her before one of my friends.  Sally,
open up and give Toby some head, okay?"

        "O-okay!"  Lon's cock had her full attention, anyway; Sally was MORE
than ready!

        Toby blinked owlishly, shrugged, and started pulling off his
clothing.  "Okay..."

        Despite some verbal warnings from the older generation, the cock
that Toby diffidently presented her with was a surprise to Sally; she gave
him a quick glance before opening up, but she really wasn't in any position
to say no, anyway -- and THAT added to her arousal!  "Ummm!" she moaned
around Toby's cock, "Mmmmmm!"

        Toby withdrew almost immediately.  "Are you okay?" he asked.

        "Uh huh," Sally gasped.  "Go ahead -- I can probably take it all..."
Her eyes closed, and she moaned, "Oh, God, Sweetheart -- that's Heavenly!"

        "And the cuffs?" Lon panted.

        "I love them!" Sally insisted.

        "Fuck her face, Man!  Terence did!" Lon waved magnanimously.

        "Okay..."  Toby brought his length back into range and Sally opened
up, apparently eagerly -- so he cupped the back of her head and slid his
cock through her lips.  For a while, he contented himself with short strokes
that tickled his glans -- strokes that Sally actively cooperated with,
working her tongue along the underside of his cock.  After a bit, though, he
began going deeper, while withdrawing almost all the way on the out-stroke
to take advantage of the clasp of Sally's lips.

        Sally was totally over the top!  This was just beyond fantasy for
her; she was bound, she was feeling Lon's long cock pounding away at her
pussy, and she had ANOTHER big cock banging the back of her throat!  And,
perhaps best of all, she was completely helpless; whatever either of them
did to her, all she could do was take it!  For a lot of people, this would
be a terror-filled situation -- but for Sally, it was a level of attention
and dependence that she'd never before been able to experience; it's hard to
feel lonely when you're taking on two cocks simultaneously!  "Mmmm!  Mmmm!
Mmmm!  Mmmm!" she moaned around Toby's meat while doing her best to throw
herself back at her man's pounding cock, her snatch dripping secretions
triggered by her arousal.  Forty seconds later, she came -- BIG -- squirting
her juices onto Lon's crotch while she wailed around Toby's cock.

        "Wow!"  Toby exclaimed.  Sally was pretty impressive when she got
going!

        "Yeah, she's a wet dream come true," Lon grunted, grinning.  "I
think I'm gonna keep her."

        Toby grinned back.  Sally was doing a fine job of vacuuming his
meat, and she wasn't complaining when he went deep.  Apparently Ma's efforts
at training had been totally successful with Sally, because she seemed to
have no problem taking him all the way to the root on the occasions when the
urge overcame him and he punched in deep.  Mindful of his effect on women,
Toby moderated his emanations, tailoring them to be generalized; Sally was
riding high on the situation in general, not because she was sucking Toby.
At the same time, since Toby's impression that his ability to manipulate
emotions didn't extend to males, he was glad that Lon seemed happy with the
situation.

        And Lon WAS happy.  He was riding the power trip that Sally
provided, and enjoying it thoroughly.  Early on, he'd been concerned that
the whole thing wasn't going to work -- that he couldn't bring himself to
push her the way she claimed she wanted to be, or that there would be
misunderstandings that would tear them apart.  But he enjoyed directing her
to do wild things, and she apparently enjoyed obeying him every bit as much
as she'd claimed...  He had a nut coming, and he didn't even think about
holding back; when the surge came, he rode the charge to it's peak and let
go into Sally's swampy pussy, yelling, "Yeah, Baby!  Take my cum!"

        Sally, for her part, moaned, "OOOOGGHH!" around Toby's cock, turned
cherry-red, and squirted again -- which Toby found gratifying, since it was
a reaction to his friend and not himself.

        "Let's swap," Lon grunted, staggering back.  "You go ahead and get
yours while she cleans me off."  Toby nodded and backed off and Lon climbed
up on the bed and fed his slut his drippy meat.  Glancing at the screen of
the forgotten laptop, he took in the tableaux as Toby slid home in Sally's
thoroughly plowed snatch.  "Just don't ruin her for normal guys," Lon
admonished Toby, grinning, as Toby set up his stroke.

        Sally could tell the difference, but it wasn't anything major; at
this point, cleaning Lon's cock was more important to her.  And that,
frankly, was how ALL of them wanted it -- including Toby, who at this point
was merely intent upon dumping his load somewhere hot and wet.  He had no
trouble, either; the blowjob had been great, but pussy was better!  Mindful
of his effect on women, he concentrated on getting his and not on adding
anything to Sally's pleasure; while it seemed impolite, it was a better idea
than hooking her on him and ruining her relationship with her lover.
Besides, he had enough women clamoring for his cock...

        Lon never got truly soft; he went from somewhat lank as Sally took
him into her mouth to clean him to steel-hard.  As a result, he was soon
driving himself into Sally's mouth, pushing her in a way that Toby hadn't
attempted by long-stroking her throat almost constantly.

        Sally wasn't ready for this; Beth could have done it without serious
problems, but Sally hadn't the experience.  But she was operating in a
masochistic haze, and despite retching and gagging and spewing spittle all
over the place, she just didn't care...

        Lon realized belatedly that he was going too far -- but he was into
the whole thing too much to back off more than a bit.  He went to boring
Sally's throat every other stroke, which apparently gave her some recovery
time while providing him with a varied set of sensations that actually got
him going even more...

        Meanwhile, Toby reached his limit and slammed himself deep into
Sally's quaking channel, spewing his seed deep inside her,
"AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!"

        Lon got caught up in his friend's excitement and his cock went
diamond-hard in Sally's throat, "Take another load, Babe!  Suck me dry!"  He
buried himself and squirted his load directly into his slut's gullet while
she moaned in pleasure.

        Sally didn't get a major cum during Toby's and Lon's, but the mental
kick got her a smaller flash.  When Lon withdrew himself from her aching
throat, Sally came back to herself, hacking and couching at the abuse she'd
taken.  Lon, realizing that she'd been treated pretty harshly, asked, "Are
you all right, Babe?"

        "I think so," Sally croaked.

        "How was it?" Lon asked.

        "I loved it!" Sally replied, enthusiasm coloring her voice despite
its gravelly timbre.  "Thank you, Sweetheart!"

        "Well, don't expect to get two dicks ALL the time," Lon chided.

        "Oh, no!" Sally insisted.  "Yours is the important one!  Others are
just... gravy..."

        This was the perfect stroke for Lon's ego; Toby grinned approval,
glad that he hadn't somehow undermined his friend's relationship with his
girl.  "I think we're set, here," he said, collecting his clothing.  "I'll
be back in a minute with some towels and stuff.  See if you can come up with
any questions."

        Sally turned to Lon, "This thing you're planning..."

        "You know I wasn't thrilled about you doing this," Lon replied.
"Toby and I have come up with something better, all around -- now you're
just the lure."

        "Terence and Damian might not like it," Sally cautioned.

        "That's not my problem," Lon replied.  "Louise will, and it will
guarantee that this guy will stay out of our hair, even better than just
having him fuck you.  Who knows?  Maybe Terence will feel better about it,
all around, afterward..."

        Toby came back in with a washcloth and a couple of towels.  "A
couple of things, Sally.  You need to get the fact that you're underage out
there -- and you need to get him to look at the webcam on that wall so we
get a good face shot -- okay?"

        "Okay," Sally nodded while sopping at her crotch with a towel.
"How?"

        "Well, obviously he needs to be hot to trot before you mention it,
but you need to get your age out there if possible," Toby advised.  "If he's
hot enough, it won't matter.  Since he was ready to go after Teela, I don't
think he's worried about it anyway."

        "And looking at the camera?" Sally prompted.

        Toby shrugged.  "I dunno.  Point out something on the dresser?
Hmmmm...  Not pictures -- something else.  I'll remove the pictures.  We
don't want him remembering faces.  It would be nice if we could get him to
forget yours, but..."  Belatedly, he glanced at the towel in his hand.
"That's it!  I'll lay out a couple of towels -- all you have to do is go get
them -- and maybe say something to him so he looks that way..."

        "Okay, no problem," Sally nodded.

        "Anything else?" Toby asked.

        "Is anyone going to get hurt?" Sally asked.

        "That's not the plan," Lon replied.  "Nothing worse than what went
on today, anyway.  How's your throat, Hon?"

        "Fine," Sally croaked -- deliberately, following it with a grin.

        "Okay, then, we're done until tomorrow," Toby announced.  Everyone
got dressed, and Toby saw them out.

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        "Just drop me at Teela's, Sweetheart -- I'll find my own way home
after we plan out what I'm going to wear," Sally told Lon.

        Lon frowned.  "Are you sure?"

        Sally nodded.  "We may have to go to the mall and shop a bit to get
me ready -- besides, we need to do girl talk."

        "Okay."  Lon nodded and gave Sally a quick kiss.  "Let me know how
it goes -- we're going to want to do this tomorrow, and get it over with."

        "Yes, Sweetheart."  Sally kissed Lon again and set off up Teela's
front walk as he pulled away.

        "Well!  You look happy!" Teela smirked.

        "I AM!  What an afternoon!" Sally grinned.

        "Oh?" Teela asked archly.  "Anything like mine?"

        "I doubt it," Sally replied.

        "Rick and I made it on the grass between a couple of buildings!"
Teela related.  "We had to run when a couple of old biddies saw us through
the windows!"

        Sally laughed.  "Well, we were doing tests of Toby's video setup and
Lon decided that if some old guy was going to get to have sex with me that
his friends ought to go first...  Do you have ANY IDEA how big Toby's dick
is?"

        "Omigawd!  You took on Toby?" Teela gasped.

        "Both of them at once!" Sally clarified, nodding.

        "Omigawd!  And to think that a couple of weeks ago, we were doing
totally without!"  Teela shook her head in amazement.

        "I don't think I'm ever going to have to worry about THAT, again!"
Sally chuckled.

        Teela related the particulars of her visit with the construction
hunks and displayed her man-trapping outfit; Sally recounted the events of
the practice run.  "I don't know how I'm going to remember it all!" she
exclaimed.  "If he does this, then you do that...  I need to have him all
hot to go by the time we get there -- but NOT already too far gone.  I need
to get in a mention of my age while on camera, but only if he's already
committed and won't back out.  I need to get him to look at the camera, so
he's positively identified..."

        "It'll be fine," Teela waved it off.  "He'd have done ME, no
question -- I'm sure he's not gonna stop with you over a little thing like
the fact that you're seventeen!  Do you have plans for the other stuff?"

        "Well, yeah," Sally asdmitted, "but it's STILL scary!"

        Teela again waved it off.  "That's what make it exciting!  I'd do
it, but Rick's nervous about it...  How about this?  I'll go with you and
introduce you, then fade back and pull the other dogs off, if they start
getting grabby."

        "That sounds good!" Sally enthused, then:  "What if he's not
interested in me?"

        Teela stopped dead, pursing her lips in thought.  "Then we'll swap
roles," she asserted, finally.  "Rick won't like it, but..."

        "Then you need to know the other things," Sally insisted.  "Lon and
Toby are up to something..."  She related the particulars of the odd
preparations.  "With any luck, you'll just be the lure, if it goes that way
-- the guys don't plan for him to do much more than get in and get going
before they start messing with him."

        "Any idea what they're planning, exactly?" Teela asked.

        "I'm not absolutely certain," Sally murmured, "but I think it has to
do with the other stuff he does..."

        "Oh, boy!" Teela exclaimed.  "THAT'S ambitious!"

        "Yeah, well, you should have seen the stuff they were practicing!"
Sally replied.

        "Let's stack the deck and get you all set up," Teela suggested.
"I'd rather NOT piss Rick off, if I don't have to.  Let's go to your house
and look over your stuff..."

        "So how is it with Rick, anyway?" Sally asked.

        "I never want to do ANYTHING that might fuck it up!" Teela swore.
"He's wonderful -- but he has this idea that he's, well, not big..."

        "Really?" Sally asked, surprised.  "So..."

        "You've seen it, the other day, right?" Teela responded.  "It's just
fine -- but apparently everyone else is bigger..."

        "I didn't see much difference," Sally muttered, "at least not with
Lon or Terence.  Toby, on the other hand -- he's a shock!"  She measured out
an estimate of Toby's length between her hands.

        "No way!" Teela exclaimed.

        "Way!" Sally insisted.  "I've had it in both ends and it's BIG!"

        "Jeez, if we'd only known, huh?" Teela cackled as the girls headed
off down the sidewalk for the short walk to Sally's.

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