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Chapter 19



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 19 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mf mF oral ir Mf

Chapter 19

	"Shhh!  I hear something!" Kelly whispered.

	Tyrone and Otis came cautiously down the stairs.  Tyrone looked
around.  "They got some interesting shit down here."

	"Yeah."  Otis eyed the pillory.  "What the fuck do you figure THAT is
for?"

	Tyrone chuckled.  "Ass whuppin's, I bet."

	"Yeah, no shit."

	"This looks like it," Tyrone eyed the vertical group of circles in
the wall -- which didn't look like sheet rock.  He rapped on Booth Three.
"Anybody in there?"

	"Yes!" Abigail answered.

	"Open up!"

	With shaking fingers, Kelly drew the bolt on the center hole and the
cover dropped down, opening it.  "Okay!"

	"So I stick my dick in there...?" Tyrone queried.

	"Yes."  Kelly got it out, breathless.

	"Yeah, awright."  Tyrone undid his baggy jeans and fished his cock
out.  "I ain't exactly at my peak -- this is new."

	"Well, the girl doing you has never sucked one before, so it will be
new for both of you," Abigail returned.

	"There two of you in there?" Tyrone asked.

	"Yes.  I'm coaching.  I'm... older."

	"Huh!  No shit."  Tyrone brought his meat diffidently to the hole and
slipped it through.

	Kelly eyed it and then took it in hand.  "I expected it to be sticky
or something."

	Abigail eyed her oddly, "Why should it be?"

	"Gee, I dunno."

	"See how the excess skin covers it?  That's his foreskin.  Slide it
back and forth," Abigail directed.  "That's called jacking.  To suck him, you
want to push it back so the head is exposed, because the head is sensitive."

	"Ummm..."  Kelly concentrated on jacking -- and felt Tyrone's cock
firming in her hand.  "It's getting harder!"

	"It needs to get good and stiff to fuck," Abigail explained.  "It
swells and gets hard -- and generally stays that way until they orgasm."

	"Is this a nice one?"

	"Yes.  You should suck him now.  Use your lips and tongue on the
tip."

	Kelly eyed Tyrone's glans.  "It's a little drippy."

	"It's not pee.  It's lubricant.  It's usually called pre-cum.  Go
ahead." Abigail waved Kelly forward.

	"Yeah, shit!" Tyrone sucked in a breath as Kelly's lips rolled over
his glans.

	"Sooo...?" Otis asked.

	"There's two.  One is learnin' to suck and the other is coaching.
It's cool," Tyrone assured him.

	"Okay."  Otis rapped on the panel to Booth Two and Wanda immediately
opened the center hole.  "There two of you in there?"

	"No, I know what I'm doing," Wanda replied.

	"Oh."  Otis shrugged.  "Okay."  He whipped out his cock and stuck it
through the hole.  Wanda grasped him gently, pushed back his foreskin,
examined her catch for a moment, lapped the underside of his glans, and
rolled her lips over it.

	"Mmmmm..." she murmured around it, and started bobbing on it.

	"Holy shit!" Otis gasped, "This one's kickin' ass!"  He bellied up to
the wall as soft fingers teased his scrotum through the hole, fondling his
balls.

	"I love cum!" Wanda purred, and gave him two short pumps, then took
him deep, then two more short pumps.

	"Jeezus!"  Otis crushed himself against the panel.

	Tyrone eyed his friend.  He was enjoying what he was getting, but
Otis was clearly getting a primo blowjob!  "Good shit?"

	"I'm gonna blow any second!" Otis gasped.

	Wanda, listening, backed off.  "I don't want to rush you," she said.

	Otis puffed a bit, but things settled back.  "You weren't kidding
when you said you know what you're doing!"

	"Thank you!" Wanda tittered, then sucked his length back in.  Otis
had a serious cock -- not fourteen inches or anything, but plenty.  She
popped off to add, "Let me know if you want something."

	"You're goin' deep, aren't you?"

	"Sometimes."  Wanda proceeded to demonstrate.

	"Yeah, shit -- you can suck me anytime!"

	"You wouldn't want me," Wanda popped off to say.

	Otis leaned back just far enough to get a look at Wanda's lips as she
took him deep.  "Lemme guess -- bigass white chick."

	"Right the first time!"

	"There be up-sides to bigass white chicks," Otis noted.  "This be one
of them."

	"You say the sweetest things!"  Wanda started corkscrewing on his
cock.

	"Shit!  I'm gonna nut!" Otis gasped.

	"Gimme!"  Wanda worked him feverishly.

	"YAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"  Otis swelled up and blew his load.  Wanda backed
off to the point where she could take it in her mouth, washing the underside
of his glans with her tongue to tease out every drop.  "Fuck, honey!"

	Kelly was slowly getting better and better.  "Come on," Tyrone
panted, "take it deep.  Your girlfriend does...  You can do it...."

	Kelly was working hard at it.  It wasn't any objective thing, either
-- she wanted to, BAD!  There was something about Tyrone's smell...  The
closer her nose got to his crotch, the more she wanted to bury it in his wiry
pubes!

	Abigail was amazed at Kelly's level of commitment -- she was choking
herself, regularly!  "How are you doing?"

	"Okay.  I love his smell..."  Kelly's voice sounded almost dreamy.

	"I'm almost there," Tyrone gasped.  "Keep going.  You're a helluva
cocksucker!  Yeah, take it..."  Kelly dove on him, redoubling her efforts.
"Yeah, fuuuck!  Fuck!" Tyrone erupted, flooding Kelly's mouth.  "Shit!
Gentle...  Suck it down.  You like that shit, don't ya?"

	"Uh huh." Kelly gurgled.  Now she knew why Wanda said she loved to
suck cock...

	Tyrone let Kelly make oral love to his erection while it subsided,
then withdrew.  "You were great, Honey.  Shit!  You were a real treat!"  He
turned to Otis.  "You goin' for seconds?"

	"Nah.  This one drained me dry -- it'd take me forever to get going!"
Otis adjusted himself.  "Y'all were hot stuff!" he yelled for the benefit of
the women.  "Send the message."

	Two minutes later, they were headed up the stairs and into the van.
Once the doors closed, the voice over the intercom said, "All set?"

	"Yah."

	"Here we go."  The van started moving.  "So?"

	"So how would tomorrow work?" Tyrone asked.

	"Same drill.  Be in the parking lot after football.  We'll take you
and whoever you invite to the site -- up to a vanload.  Then we go get the
bitches.  They think they're getting over on us -- they think we're gonna do
to them what we TOLD them we did to one of their girlfriends.  Actually, what
we did was closer to what you guys will be doing to them -- but the chick had
the proper attitude.  They think we're just gonna write on 'em with a marker
-- shit like 'slut' and 'cum dumpster' -- and talk a lot of shit designed to
scare 'em, then let 'em get over, all forgiven.  All they have to do is act
like they don't know what is up and they get over -- but we've got a little
surprise for them...  We'll get them naked and write crap on them, to let
them think everything is cool, and then we'll give them to you."

	"So what REALLY happened to the other chick?" Otis asked.

	"She blew about six of us and fucked three or four and sucked the cum
out of another bitch," the voice replied.  "She was cherry, too.  But she was
a volunteer -- and these two are likely to freak when they figure out they're
gonna get fucked.  That's where you come in -- we know you guys can get past
that."

	"When it's over..." Otis rumbled.

	"We told 'em it would be overnight," the voice replied.  "After that,
you can leave 'em or you can take 'em with you.  If you have problems, just
leave 'em -- we'll find a way to fix it.  We don't want 'em dead, just taught
that they're just like any other bitch -- or maybe less."

	"Awright."  Otis eyed his partner.  "Tyrone?"

	"Yeah, I think I can do it."

	"Okay," Otis agreed, "We're on."

	"Gather your bunch and have them at school around nine," the voice
directed.  "We'll ship you to the site before the team returns from the game.
The bitches will be in that crowd somewhere.  Cool?"

	"Cool."

	"We're back," the voice announced.  "All out.  See you tomorrow
night."

	Otis and Tyrone got out and the van pulled away.  "Who do you think
they are?" Otis asked.

	Tyrone frowned.  "Dunno.  Not the football team."

	"No?"

	"Listen, man -- they're still at practice!"  Tyrone was right -- the
team could be heard working out on the practice field.

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

	Janice was at the practice field with Bonita -- and Terence and Mark
and several others, off and on.  She was enjoying being included in the group
quite a bit -- it was something VERY new.  Sitting next to Mark in his
football gear and being cuddled while chattering with Bonita and several of
the other girls was a pleasant diversion from changes in her home life that
she had no control over.  For once, she had gathered her courage and done
something wild and crazy -- and although there had been massive changes that
the jury was out on, her life seemed to have improved.  Janice worked a
little on her homework and did a lot of watching Mark on the practice field
and was weirdly happy for someone who didn't even know where she lived...

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	Abigail and Candace put Wanda and Kelly in the van and sent them off.
As Randy pulled onto the street, Candace said, "Let's go down to the car
dealer and see what they REALLY need."  Abigail nodded and the pair headed
off.

	Inside the van, Wanda sat, eyeing her sister.  "Well?"

	"I had a good time."  Kelly smiled.  "Hell, I had a GREAT time!  I
can't wait for tomorrow night!"

	"Great!  Let's celebrate!" Wanda replied, "We can get a sundae or
something."

	"Nah.  I'm not hungry.  Let's just go home -- supper is in a couple
of hours."

	"Okay."  But Wanda was surprised...

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	Lon called from the parking lot.  "We're dropping the girls."

	"How did it go?" Toby asked.

	"Fine, I think.  Tyrone and Otis are committed and the girls seem
happy."

	"Okay, thanks, Man."

	"No problem."  Randy rolled the van across the parking lot to Lon's
car and dropped him off, then headed home.

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	Wanda and Kelly were halfway to Kelly's car when Wanda announced,
"I'd like to go see Pete -- is that okay?"  Kelly was of two minds on the
matter -- as she was on generally anything that got her too much public
exposure -- but she was feeling mellow after the episode in the suck booth,
so she agreed.

	Amy glanced around from where she was sitting behind Toby on the
bleachers.  "Wanda and Kelly are here."

	"Good," Toby replied, "I can check them out first hand.  Want to go
talk to them?"

	"Sure..."

	Toby could work at a distance, but it was easier probing if the
subject was thinking about the subject at hand, so Amy went up to where Wanda
and Kelly had settled in next to Janice and asked, "So how did it go?"

	"Just fine," Kelly replied.  "I think I learned a lot..."

	"Well, that's good.  Looking forward to tomorrow night, then?" Amy
asked.

	"More than ever!"

	Janice looked up.  "What were you doing?"

	"She knows -- it's okay," Wanda advised.

	"I tried out a suck booth," Kelly related.  "It was pretty cool,
actually."

	"I was in one of those once, but I got scared because of some stuff
that was going on and ended up freaking out.  I never sucked anyone inside
the booth," Janice related diffidently.

	"You know what it's like, though," Wanda noted.  "We don't know who
we did -- it was a couple of black guys."

	Amy left the trio talking about it and went back down to Toby.
"Everything seems to be fine."

	"I was 'listening in'," Toby related.  "Tyrone actually did us a
favor by teaching Kelly some things without thinking about it and by
supporting her self-image somewhat.  She thinks she's good at it -- and she
is."  Toby had also picked up a thought from Wanda about Kelly's eating
habits changing -- and gently prodded Wanda in the same direction.  It wasn't
an imperative to stop eating -- merely a shifting of Wanda's comfort target
from food to Pete, something which was already in progress.  Toby merely de-
emphasized food a bit more.

	Chuck, practicing tackles on the field, looked up at a shift of
things on the bleachers.  "Hey, buddy," he said, elbowing Pete, "When you
were giving Wanda all that shit, did it occur to you that things might be
worse?"

	Pete glanced up at the stands.  "Hoo, boy!  THAT's a heifer!"

	"See?  You aren't doing so bad..." Chuck laughed.

	"Guess not..."  The chick beside Wanda eclipsed her for size.  "Poor
thing."

	"Maybe you ought to give her a mercy fuck," Chuck suggested,
grinning.

	"You're the one talking shit, here," Pete retorted, "Why don't YOU?"

	Chuck eyed the stands.  "I can think of a couple of hundred good
reasons..."

	"Yeah, well, I learned MY lesson.  If you're gonna talk like that,
you need to back off!" Pete declared.

	"Yeah, maybe."

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

	Ten minutes later, Coach gave them a short break and Pete grabbed a
water bottle and headed up the bleachers to see Wanda.  Chuck followed at a
distance.

	"Hey," Pete announced himself -- unnecessarily, as Wanda had watched
his approach.

	"Hey, Pete.  Coach working you hard?" Wanda replied.  The imperative
to take it easy on Pete was still with her.

	"Hard enough, I guess."

	"This is my sister Kelly," Wanda made the introduction.

	"Hi."  Pete kept it cool.

	"Pleased to meet you," Kelly replied.  "Wanda says good things about
you."

	"She gives me more credit than I deserve," Pete sighed.  "I can be an
asshole."

	"That's over," Wanda interjected.  "Come sit with us."

	Pete settled between the sisters and waved at Chuck.  "This is Chuck.
He can be an asshole, too."  He grinned to take the sting out.

	"I was playing matchmaker -- and it worked."  Chuck, given the choice
between being rude and sitting on Kelly's other side, took the latter.

	"I appreciate it more than you know," Wanda muttered, "but I have to
wonder why..."

	Chuck just looked at her.  "You know."

	Wanda blushed.  "I guess I do."  Her suspicions on THAT score
confirmed, she turned her attention to Pete.

	Kelly just sat there.  She had questions she wanted to ask, but that
would reveal that she knew about Wanda and Chuck and the dark room.  Finally,
she looked at Chuck and said, "Thanks."

	Chuck, wondering how far Kelly's understanding of the situation went,
replied, "It was the least I could do."

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

	"Okay, so, we're all clear for tomorrow night?" Cindy asked Beverly
in the locker room after cheerleading practice.

	"Yeah.  I got some stuff that ought to remove the ink marks," Beverly
replied.

	"What's going on?" Mary Vargas asked.

	"We've got the team to set up this initiation thing to get us out of
the doghouse," Cindy related, after eyeing her for a moment, making up her
mind.  "I really don't know if they'll take you, but I guess I could ask."

	"It would certainly be nice!" Mary retorted vehemently.  "I didn't do
anything and I'm in trouble, just for being a cheerleader!"

	"Okay.  I'll let you know tomorrow -- it's a little short-notice,
though," Cindy replied, already irritated with herself over even making the
offer.

	"Well, thanks -- I appreciate it."  Mary backed off.

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	Toby pulled Mark aside.  "We need to talk."

	"Why?"

	"Well, this is a little odd, maybe.  It goes like this -- you
wouldn't know this, but we're setting up a newer, bigger clubhouse.  I know
we've talked about how things were for Janice at home.  Well a couple of days
ago, Janice's mom agreed to be the house mother at the new clubhouse -- and
yesterday, they moved out on Janice's dad and moved into the clubhouse to
live."

	"No kidding?  That's probably good news..." Mark muttered.

	"Yeah, but there is a complication -- you don't know where the
clubhouse is, and Janice can't tell you, because you're not in the -- well,
call it the inner circle -- of the club," Toby related.  "No, I'm thinking
that you and Janice are doing pretty well..."

	"That's a fact," Mark agreed.

	"So I'm wondering if you'll want to do an initiation," Toby finished.

	"An initiation?" Mark blinked.

	"Man, you know the club is secret, so it shouldn't be a surprise that
there are secrets inside the secrets, right?"

	"No, I guess not..."

	"There's some dirty laundry, too, so we're serious about who we let
in.  We generally do an initiation, where you do something that we can hang
over your head to be sure you won't let out any secrets," Toby explained.

	"Something illegal?" Mark wasn't thrilled.

	"Yeah.  Usually, it involves sex," Toby agreed.  "Sex is weird
sometimes, because things that aren't hurting anybody turn out to be illegal
because somewhere, somehow, they might hurt someone.  For instance -- you've
fucked a bunch of the older ladies.  Have you ever given any thought to how
much trouble they could get into?"

	Mark blinked.  "Well, no.  I mean, it wasn't as if they tied me up
and I spent the whole time begging for them not to make me blow a nut..."

	Toby nodded.  "See how stupid it is?  But they would get thrown under
the jail if the cops found out.  That kind of thing can be made to work for
you -- we just get a lot younger girl to give you a blowjob and video it.  We
have a girl who is thirteen but she LOVES to suck cocks...  It's worked out
for us before.  What do you think?"

	"What am I buying into?" Mark asked.

	"Helping out sometimes with organizing things.  Kind of a broader
view of what's going on," Toby related, "Oh, and spending regular nights in
Janice's bed..."  Toby grinned from ear to ear.

	"Squirrel would LOVE that..." Mark mused.  "I would, too."

	"Why do you call her Squirrel?" Toby asked.

	"She made me promise not to tell anyone," Mark chuckled.  "Sorry!"

	"Well, Janice is going to be a member just because of where she is,"
Toby related.  "Her mother will be covering her initiation, since she's going
to be doing boys regularly, but inner circle girls sometimes have to step up
to the plate..."  He eyed Mark.  "You've seen that.  If you come in, you'll
see why."

	"Yeah."  Mark nodded.  "I figure I know some of it just from being
around."

	"Yeah, you're right," Toby agreed.

	"How soon?"

	"Maybe we can get it in tomorrow night sometime," Toby replied.  "But
there is a lot going on, so I can't promise."

	"Yeah, okay."

	Toby clapped Mark on the back and they parted ways.

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

	Toby ended up taking Janice home; he and Amy wandered into his
'office' to discover a message from Cindy to 'Fleur13'

	'Can Mary Vargas come?'

	Amy rubbed Toby's shoulder, eyeing the complication.  <Not for what
they're going to get...> she transmitted.

	<Maybe we'll have a real initiation...> Toby mused.

	<You know about Ray...>

	<Yes.>

	<Having Lon and Damian watching the barn might turn out to be a good
thing.> Amy noted.

	Toby transmitted agreement and typed a three-letter response --
'Yes'.  <We're going to have our hands full.>

	Amy agreed.

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

	Fred wandered into Janice's room while she was taking a second run at
her homework.  "Is your momma home, Honey?"

	"No, she had some things to do.  I'm not sure where she is," Janice
related.

	Fred nodded understanding and made to withdraw.  "That didn't
work..."

	"What's wrong?"

	Fred hesitated, but...  "You're a club girl, right?  You wouldn't be
here otherwise."

	Janice nodded warily.  "I'm a club girl."

	"Well, we offered... incentives... to the workmen to rush the work.
You know what I'm talking about, right?"

	"I think so," Janice nodded.  "Sex?"

	"Yeah."

	"Okay."

	"Well, the electrician has been through the place and is about to
roll off.  Your momma said she would handle this kind of thing, but I guess
we didn't time it very well."

	"Momma said she would do this?" Janice confirmed.

	"Yeah.  She said something about being old and ugly and skinny, but,
hey, a blowjob is a blowjob and a fuck is a fuck, you know?"

	Janice pursed her lips.  "Let me make a phone call.  Where are you?"

	"Third floor parlor."

	"Don't let him go until I have spoken to you, please," Janice
requested.  "I will try to work something out."

	"Okay."  Fred nodded and headed out.

	Janice sat there, her heart thudding in her chest.  She was a club
girl, right?  And club girls did these things...  Still, she couldn't just do
it -- not without knowing...  She picked up her phone and dialed Mark.

	"Mark?"

	"Squirrel?"

	"Yes."  As silly as his term of endearment for her was, it warmed
her.  "I... have a problem."

	"What is it, Babe?"

	"I... need to do a club thing.  An emergency of sorts has come up...
Do you understand what I'm saying?"

	"Yeah."  Mark sat thinking about it.  Most of the club girls were
hooked up -- and yet, he'd gotten blowjobs and even fucks from them.  It was
time to pay the price of his admission.  Janice had only been with him, he
was pretty sure -- and that wasn't fair...  Janice was calling him for
absolution -- something that Damian or some others wouldn't like, if they
discovered it, but it said things about Janice that needed saying.  Gathering
himself, he said, "It's just sex -- not a relationship.  We have a
relationship, right?"

	"Yes, Mark."

	"The other girls have done this," Mark noted.  "It's probably a good
idea on that score.  I know you've seen the attitude some of the guys have
about that."

	"Yes."

	"Well, this will get you off the hook..."  Mark transmitted
encouragement.  "You go ahead -- and don't worry about it.  There is sex and
there are relationships -- and this is just sex.  If you start a relationship
with another guy, I'm going to want to know about it, though..."

	"I didn't want you to feel that I was... sullied," Janice husked.

	"Baby, I got head from several of the girls before I met you -- I'd
be real two-faced if I got stupid about it.  Don't worry -- it doesn't change
a thing," he assured her.

	"If you're sure..."

	"I'm sure."

	"Thank you!"

	"Thank YOU for telling me!"

	"Bye..."

	"Bye, Baby."

	Janice put down the phone and nerved herself, then headed upstairs...

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	Fred looked up.  "Any luck?"

	"Yes."  Janice committed herself, her heart thudding in her chest.

	"How long?"

	"I'm ready now."

	"Oh?"  Fred blinked in surprise.

	"I think there are some beds on the second floor," Janice moved on to
the mechanics of things in order to keep up her nerve.

	"Okay.  Got any rubbers, Honey?"  Fred was pretty surprised that the
young stuff was volunteering.

	"Somewhere..."  Janice looked worried.

	"Inside the club, we're usually pretty safe, but the contractors
aren't inside -- and we don't know who they've been with," Fred said quietly.
"You wait here -- I have a couple in the truck."  He took off, moving
quickly.

	That left Janice standing there in the parlor, picking her fingers
under the eyes of a stocky, balding, middle-aged guy with hard looking hands.
She did her best to appear nonchalant, but she figured that he could probably
hear her heartbeat clear across the room.

	Fred was back quickly, though, pressing a couple of rubbers into her
hand.  "There -- all set..."

	"Thank you," Janice managed to choke out.

	"It's the least I could do..." Fred replied, then looked at the other
guy.  "Kurt?"

	"Yeah?" Kurt looked wary.

	"This young lady is here to hook you up."

	"You're shitting me, right?"  Kurt wandered over.  "How old are you,
Honey?"

	"Old enough." Janice raised her chin.

	"You look scared to death."

	"I'm not real brave," Janice admitted, "but I volunteered."

	"You've done it before, right?"

	"Yes."

	"What do you do?"

	"I give a pretty good blowjob, I think," Janice said diffidently.  "I
like sex.  I don't know if I'm any good at it, but nobody has complained."

	Kurt looked her up and down.  "I don't know what I expected -- but
you seem to be more."

	"I guess you didn't expect much, because I'm not known for being
hot," Janice muttered.

	"There's hot and there's hot," Kurt replied.  "What do you figure my
chances are of getting it on with a girl your age?  The answer is 'pretty
slim'!  Take me wherever, Honey -- and don't worry too much!"

	Janice, wordless, took Kurt's hard hand and led him toward the stairs
and the second-floor bedrooms.

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	Mark called Toby as soon as he could chase down his phone number --
which took a few minutes.  "Man, I think we've got an emergency!" he erupted.

	"We do?"

	"Janice just called.  I guess she got roped into doing some guy for
the group..."

	"Really?"  Toby reached out mentally -- and sure enough...  "I don't
think anybody MADE her..."

	"Well, I guess Wanda and her sister just came from a suck booth
thing," Mark noted.  "And she's seen things at parties.  I think she feels
she owes the club -- and something came up..."

	"You're probably right."  Toby pretended he didn't know for sure, but
Janice was projecting determination on all bands.  "It's pretty brave of
her."

	"Well, she called me -- and she's worried, you know?  I want to be
there for her," Mark insisted.

	"I'll come get you," Toby offered.  "I think we're good for the
initiation piece."

	"Yeah -- I'm gonna do it -- you bet your ass!  Anything for
Squirrel!" Mark swore.

	"Okay, give me your address," Toby directed.  Mark did so and hung
up.  In lieu of lengthy conversation, Toby just reached out and grabbed Amy
by the wrist and fed her the situation.

	"I'm going out -- keep an eye on things?" Toby said aloud.

	"Sure."  Amy settled into his seat.  A quick kiss later, Toby was
gone.  Amy focused on Kurt -- and realized that he was not going to be a
problem.

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	"Mom!  I'm going out!" Mark announced.

	"What?  Where?" his mother asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

	"My girlfriend's.  She and her mother moved out on her dad and she
needs me!" Mark declared.

	"Whoa!  Back up a little!" his father interjected.  "What
girlfriend?"

	Mark froze.  "I, uh, didn't mention that I had one, did I?"

	"No, you didn't!" Mark's mother swept forward to confront him.  "For
how long has this been going on?"

	"Um, about two weeks?" Mark replied.  "It didn't gel right away,
maybe, so it could be less than that...  No, two weeks."

	"And when were you going to say something?" his mother demanded.

	"Real soon?"  Mark knew he was in for it.

	"And when will we be seeing this girl?" Melita Torres asked heavily.

	"I'll bring her around on the weekend, okay?" Mark placated.  "Right
now, she doesn't need any more stress."

	"So tell us, what is going on?" Mark's father rumbled.

	"Janice's dad is kind of abusive.  She and her mom have been handling
it, but Janice seeing boys seemed to make things really dangerous for them,
so they moved out," Mark explained.  "Janice isn't real brave -- she needs
support..."

	"How serious is this?" Mark's father rumbled.

	"It's early, maybe, but it could get to be REAL serious," Mark said
honestly.

	"Well, you're being responsible, at least..." his mother mused.  "Go
then -- but we will see this Janice -- soon!"

	"Yes, Mom!" Mark headed for the door, making certain that no one saw
him roll his eyes.

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	Janice closed the bedroom door.  "All right -- what would you like?"

	"Can I see it all?"

	"Yes, but it isn't anything great..."  Janice undid the buttons on
her dress and pulled it over her head, then unclasped the front clasp bra
that held her small breasts.  Somehow, this didn't bother her -- it was just
undressing.  She stepped out of her cotton panties and stood there, her hands
clasped before her.  "See?"

	"It looks plenty good to me!" Kurt declared.  Janice was thin and a
little homely, but she was the best that Kurt had ever had offered -- even
when he was younger.  He stepped forward and slowly reached out, so as not to
scare her, and touched her left breast.

	He made every effort to be gentle and she was well aware of the fact.
She came forward and made it easier for him to touch her.  There was a
reverence to him that was confidence-building; getting brave, she reached
down to rub the bulge in his jeans while he played with her nipples.

	"Damn, I don't know if I can hold out," he grunted.  "Why don't you
show me that blowjob so I don't just shoot in my pants?"

	"Okay..."  Janice knelt slowly, because Kurt seemed unwilling to
release her nipples, and worked at his zipper.  His cock was tough to get
out, because it was fully erect -- she had to be careful, but she got it out.
It was about as long as Mark's, but not as thick -- Janice wasn't afraid of
it at all.  She leaned forward and sucked it in.

	"Ah, Baby!  Shit!" Kurt gasped.  "I have GOT to cool down somehow!"

	"Maybe this will help..."  Janice held his cock at the root and moved
underneath to practice her specialty -- sucking in Kurt's entire scrotum!
Kurt's eyes bugged and he hissed, but his ball were sensitive, and the
caution light went on in his head.

	"Be careful -- they're real sensitive!" he warned -- but Janice's
effort had the effect they were looking for; the urgency backed off.  "Wow,
you're something!"

	Janice released his balls.  "My boyfriend likes that."

	"He's a lucky guy!  Let's try that suck now..." Kurt panted.

	With confidence inspired by his appreciation, Janice leaned in and
began to suck.

	"Yeah!  Oh, yeah!  Damn!"  Scrawny and homely she might be, but her
mouth was Heaven and she had the right attitude!  "What's our limit, Honey?"

	"Nobody mentioned one," Janice backed off to reply.  "I brought
rubbers.  I'm saving my butt for my boyfriend..."

	"I have to be able to say I fucked you, Honey -- I hope you don't
mind," Kurt made his request.

	"Okay."  Janice chased her clothes and pulled a rubber out of a dress
pocket.  "Let me put this on you."

	"Sure."  Kurt stood there while Janice's long narrow fingers rolled
the rubber onto his aching meat.  "Are you wet?  Want me to lick you?"

	"Just a little?  I want to make sure you get in okay..." Janice
replied.  Somehow, she knew that once they got going, lubrication wouldn't be
an issue.

	"Okay, back up on the bed and we can go for it."  'Man, I can NOT
believe this!' Kurt thought as he knelt to examine Janice's mildly bushy
twat.  'This is fucking GREAT!'  He extended his tongue, tasting the
sweetness of her young snatch.  He'd eaten some real skank pussy in his time,
because you took what you could get -- but this was hot and sweet and he KNEW
it had seen very little dick...  "How's this?" he asked after slobbering over
it copiously.

	"G--good!"  Janice had enjoyed the effort thoroughly!

	"Okay, here I come!"  Kurt crawled above her and lowered his hips
into position, then pressed forward into Heaven...

	Janice echoed Kurt's groan.  She was going to want a lot of sex from
Mark, because it was SOOO good!  She rolled her pelvis up and felt Kurt sink
into her depths, going slowly because of the effect of the rubber on her
lubrication.

	Taking their time wasn't in the offing, though -- Kurt didn't have it
in him to be that patient.  He ramped things up rapidly to a pounding pace in
keeping with his excitement.  Janice had no complaints -- it was GOOD and it
was urgent and Janice was enjoying it as she'd seen other girls enjoy it --
without shame.  Mark had said it was okay...

	It was a race.  Janice came first -- but triggered Kurt to cum
explosively, filling the rubber with his juice.  He hung there above her
momentarily, puffing, sliding his cock in and out of her slowly, allowing
them both to enjoy the aftershocks, then puffed, "Thanks!  That had to have
been the most memorable fuck I've had since I lost my cherry!"

	Abigail burst in about then, followed by Candace.  "Oh, Janice!  Are
you done?  You did NOT have to do that!"

	"Club girls do this, Mama -- and I'm a club girl!  Besides, Kurt was
nice!"

	"Shit!  Am I in trouble?" Kurt worried.

	"No, Honey, just relax."  Candace stepped in, grabbing Abigail by the
wrist.  "Janice did good -- she just took us by surprise.  She wasn't
officially on the roster."

	"I was," Abigail said forlornly, "and I wasn't here."

	"Are you...?" Kurt began.

	"Her mother?  Yes."  Abigail smiled crookedly.

	"I wouldn't have complained," Kurt muttered, "but she gave me a
memory I'll take to my grave!"

	"I'll bet!" Candace smiled crookedly.  "How many men have you been
with, Honey?" she asked Janice.

	"Just the two," Janice replied.  "Mark and Kurt."

	"Oh my God!" Kurt gasped.  "You ever need anything, you call me,
okay?  And I mean ANYTHING!"  He fished a business card out of his wallet and
handed it to Janice.  "I mean that!  I owe you!"  He gave her a peck on the
cheek and got out of there.

	Fred was in the hallway.  "Well?"

	"That was her second fuck, EVER!" Kurt howled.  "You need more work
done here, just call me -- I won't even charge for labor!"  He clapped Fred
on the back and swept out.

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