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Chapter 34.  The author's site is still down so I can't up-date asstr.org.


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 34 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 MMF oral ir bbw

Chapter 34

	Julio Vasquez had struck gold early -- but it turned out to be iron
pyrite -- fool's gold.  Julio had discovered a hot little thing in more than
a bit of a hurry to lose her cherry and they'd gone to her dorm and Julio had
shredded her hymen -- then hung around to get that second nut.  But the
little slip was bony and seemed unable to handle the pounding, whining and
complaining about how rough he was and how painful it all was.   Julio lost
his erection in the face of her upset and discomfort and withdrew after
making a token effort at easing things for the girl, and now he was trying to
decide whether it was too late to go back out and try again or not.  He'd
really wanted that second nut...  What had happened, exactly?  Julio tried to
puzzle the whole thing out.  Comparing the beautiful little piece from this
evening with the sow he'd had on Friday night pointed up size as a criterion.
Good sex could only be had from a cow?  Did that make sense?  Clearly, the
sweet young thing he'd had tonight had been beautiful and thin...  He hadn't
even SEEN the cow from the previous night, but you didn't HAVE to in order to
know she was big.  She'd had tetas -- big ones -- much bigger than the girl
from this evening, whose name had already disappeared from his memory.
They'd rolled around on her chest while he fucked her and had to have been
huge and saggy -- but they'd been fun to chew and made good pillows...

	Julio had run into this thing with women being unable to handle his
attack before -- it was one of the drivers for his habitual approach, which
was all about getting him off in a short time, since they couldn't take the
heat.  But that porker he'd slept with the night before had a padded pussy
mound and she took everything he cared to dish out and LOVED it!  If there
was a conclusion to be drawn...

	Julio sighed and decided to head home.  Undoubtedly, there was
something to be had out there, but he wasn't even sure what he was hunting
for.

	When he got home, Gabriel was in the living room, sulking in front of
the TV.  "What's wrong, Little Brother?"

	"Mama wouldn't let me go out and see my girlfriend!"

	Julio smiled indulgently.  "Mama worries too much.  What would you
have done, anyway?"

	"Made love to her!" Gabriel erupted, "What else?"

	"Made love?  As in...?"

	"Fuck?"  Gabriel eyed his big brother as if he had two heads.
"Lillian is HOT!  Last weekend..."

	"You fucked her?"

	"I took her cherry!"

	"WELL!!!"  Julio patted Gabriel on the back.  "So you ARE a man!  So,
tell me about Lillian..."

	"She is hot and sweet and curvy and has big tetas...  She is black,
and, well, a little thick, you know?  But she is so hot and she loves me and
loves to fuck..."

	"So tell me, little Brother, does she have a big ass?"

	"Well..."  Gabriel measured out a width that exceeded his own by a
few inches.  "But it's soft, you know?  Like her tetas.  I bet she would give
me her culo if I asked.  We're in love..."

	"It is early for love, Little Brother," Julio advised.  "Are you,
umm, energetic?  Do you pound your woman?"  At Gabriel's nod, he added, "How
does she handle it?"

	"She LOVES it!"  Gabriel frowned.  "She called.  All I had to do was
come over and..."

	"Would she be waiting?"

	"Yes."

	"Mama and Papa are asleep -- or maybe having sex.  Come on, I can't
watch you suffer..."  Julio waved Gabriel forward and they left the house,
headed for Horner's.

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	Lillian was ready to cry.  The boys were in bed and she was
pretending to watch TV and Momma was fucking that Puerto Rican guy again --
Lillian could hear her -- and she wanted Gabriel SO BAD and all she had was
her fingers...  'Was that a knock?'  Lillian got up off the couch and moved
to the door, standing on tiptoe to look through the peephole.  "Gabriel!
Omigod!"  She threw open the door and rushed into her boyfriend's arms, not
even noticing the taller boy standing there.

	Bemused, Julio watched the pair.  Lillian was already bigger than
Gabriel -- and she would get bigger, no doubt.  But Little Brother had one
hand on a teta and one on her ass and didn't seem concerned...  Lillian
dragged Little Brother toward the couch and only noticed Julio when he closed
the door.

	"My big brother, Julio," Gabriel made the introduction.  Lillian was
totally transparent -- she wanted Julio to leave -- but Julio countered it
with, "I am his ride.  Don't let me bother you.  I will watch TV."  'Maybe
I'll jerk off if you are entertaining...' he added to himself.

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	Luis was resting.  He and Phyllis had just finished a fine bout --
the woman CERTAINLY loved to fuck -- and nearly thirty minutes in the saddle
were taking their toll.  But he heard voices...  "What is that?"

	Phyllis listened intently.  "Voices?  Maybe just the TV."

	"I think perhaps..." Luis ventured.

	"I'll get a robe..."  Phyllis got up and padded to the closet to grab
something while Luis slid into his pants, then followed him out of the room.

	There were two Hispanic boys in the living room!  Phyllis recognized
one as Lillian's 'boyfriend' Gabriel Vasquez, but had never seen the other...
"I thought Gabriel wasn't coming?" she announced herself.

	The other male answered, looking her and Luis over, "He needed a
ride.  I am his brother, Julio."

	"It's late," Phyllis objected.

	"Not late enough," Julio replied, eyeing his brother and his woman
significantly.

	Julio returned his regard to the older pair.  They were both in their
thirties; Julio guessed that the woman was older than the man.  He was Puerto
Rican, from the looks of him, wiry, but muscular... 'Somewhat like myself...'
Julio drew the parallel.  She was a jumbo-sized Lillian, sporting some
absolutely gargantuan melons.  Eyeing him, she tried to close her robe, then
reached down to wipe at her inner thigh.  Catching whatever it was, she
frowned, held her hand in a manner that let Julio know that it was wet, and
then looked embarrassed.  'Cum.  That's what is running down her leg!'
Shifting to Spanish, Julio asked Luis, "You are the husband?"

	"Just a visitor," Luis replied.

	"She's a big one..."

	"Yes, but she will drain your balls and ask for more!"  Luis chuckled
evilly.  "She's taken me three times already tonight!"

	"Good pussy?"

	"I plan to return.  Maybe several times," Luis declared, grinning.

	"Women generally cannot take the punishment when I fuck..."

	"There are two types of women," Luis opined.  "One type you look at,
and one you fuck.  This one, you fuck.  She can take it."

	"What are you talking about?" Phyllis asked.  She could have sworn
she'd heard Spanish curse words...

	"Julio is merely making certain that he hasn't inconvenienced us by
being here," Luis replied smoothly, while grinning at Julio.  "I assured him
that I, at least, am not angered."

	Lillian was tugging Gabriel out of the room.  "Don't!" Phyllis
erupted.

	"Momma...!"  Lillian waved a finger.

	"Is this what I think it is?  This is her boyfriend?" Luis asked.

	"Yes."  Phyllis nodded.  Lillian and Gabriel both nodded, too.

	"The one you said she could have after supper if he could come over?"
Luis asked.

	"Yes, but..." Phyllis objected.

	"Did you bring rubbers, Boy?" Luis asked.

	Gabriel hung his head, but Julio reached in his pocket.  "Here are
two, Little Brother."  He tossed them at Gabriel.  "I have more."

	"Luis!" Phyllis turned on her erstwhile lover.  "They CAN'T!"

	"They HAVE!" Julio insisted.

	"We've made her listen while you enjoyed yourself -- how many times?
Isn't that selfish?  Besides, they're in love -- or think they are.  The
worst thing that can happen is that they enjoy themselves until it burns out
and they realize that their first infatuation is over..." Luis insisted.  He
turned to Gabriel, "Use the rubbers, Boy."

	Gabriel looked from the older man to his brother, who was smiling,
but waving a finger in admonition.  "Yes, Sir."  Lillian started tugging and
Gabriel surrendered to it.

	"I can't have this!" Phyllis complained.

	"You can't STOP it!" Luis insisted.  "Therefore, you must control it!
If they are here, you stand a chance of making certain that they don't forget
themselves in their passion.  If they go elsewhere to hide from you, he will
impregnate her just to spite you -- with her complete cooperation!  In fact,
it will be her idea!"

	"You don't know that!" Phyllis insisted.

	Luis cocked his head.  "What did YOU do?  You have four children, and
-- forgive me, but the daughters MIGHT have the same father...  She has your
drives.  You can help her and see to it that she makes few mistakes while
getting what she needs, or you can try to cage her up -- and fail, and allow
her to REPEAT YOUR mistakes, blindly!"

	"That's... That's..." Phyllis blustered.

	Luis just looked at her.  "Shut up and come to bed and see if I can
rise to the occasion again.  I want some more of that fine pussy."  He waved
at Julio, adding, "Perhaps we should invite him..."

	Phyllis put her hands on her hips.  "I'm not a..."

	"You've never entertained two men at the same time?  Never?"  He
cocked his head, eyeing her.  Phyllis hesitated, looking at the pair of them,
bug-eyed -- which was as good as an admission of guilt.  Luis's expression
turned predatory.  "If I understand the rules..."  Phyllis looked fearful.
"Go in the other room, take off your robe, and get comfortable.  Julio and I
will join you momentarily."  He waved at her negligently.  Phyllis, eyeing
him as if he'd suddenly grown horns, backed out of the room.  Luis turned to
Julio, "I hope you don't mind...  I just finished dropping my third load in
her, and it will take some time for me to recharge for a fourth -- but
Phyllis is more than capable of handling another lover.  I thought you might
be interested."  Waving, he added, "Come -- let's look in on your brother."

	Gabriel was pile-driving Lillian's pussy already!  Both Luis and
Julio looked closely to ensure that Gabriel was wearing a rubber, and then
withdrew -- Lillian was keening in joy, so there was no question that she
wanted it.  "Just like her mama," Luis chuckled, closing Lillian's bedroom
door.  "The woman is on birth control, but if you don't trust her or me..."

	"I should bring in more rubbers, anyway," Julio chuckled jerking a
thumb at Lillian's bedroom.  "They're up for three, I think."  Luis nodded
and Julio made a dash for the car -- and was back in under a minute.  Making
his way down the hall to Lillian's room, he opened the door to find the young
couple in a post-coital embrace.  "Here, Little brother," he announced
himself, tossing three more rubbers on the bed, "Just in case."  Gabriel
waved him away without looking at him and he backed out, chuckling.

	Luis nodded him into the master bedroom.  "Phyllis gives good head,
do you not?" he asked, eyeing the woman.  "Let her start you, and then, while
you plunge her luxurious pussy, I'll let her suck me.  With any luck, but the
time you have finished, I'll be able to go again and you can get your own
suck..."

	Five minutes later, Julio was happily pounding a big black bitch that
he was pretty certain was even bigger than the woman he'd had the night
before!  And you know what?  It was good stuff!

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	Trish and Bobby were at the clubhouse, trying out the mattress on the
bed in Dark Room Number Two -- with the lights on.  The run-in with Bobby's
parents had turned out to be more of a problem for Bobby than for Trish, but
they'd rolled by her house and there were not one, but two strange cars in
the driveway, so they'd gone to the clubhouse.

	Bobby was an incredible lover, in Trish's humble opinion -- he was
gentle and romantic and long-lasting and they just fit together perfectly.
They could go slow and soft or hard and fast and it was all good, no matter
how they did it!  She loved riding him as she did now -- the way she'd done
it their very first time -- cowgirl.  She controlled the pace and the effort
and how she moved and he held her breasts and tweaked her nipples, sending
sparks everywhere, keeping her breasts from bouncing around and hurting and
throwing her off her stride.  She was going to cum soon; it would be her
second.  If she got to three before Bobby managed to cum, she would flatten
herself atop him so they could roll over and Bobby could take over the stroke
and please himself -- but they had a little bit of time and Bobby managed to
cum without having to do that more often than not.  She rose and fell on his
hard pole, adjusting herself so the tip rode along her G-spot, then crushing
her clit against his pubic bone, feeling the pleasure build and build and
build...  The release caught her off-guard, a shockwave that rolled outward
from her core, causing her breath to catch and allowing only a soft whine to
escape from her open lips as she shook and twitched and her pussy pulsated
around Bobby's cock.  The next one would come quicker, she knew -- she was
getting into the groove.  Every orgasm would be easier to attain, because
with every one she would recover more quickly, not dropping as far into the
valley between and therefore having less ground to cover to the next peak...

	Bobby was grinning up at her when she came down as far as she was
going to -- he knew where she was -- already halfway to the next peak...
"Get it, Honey!  Get it good!  I'm gonna cum with you this time!"

	Just hearing the words lit her afterburner and she started powering
her way toward a new altitude record.  The increase in her urgency dragged
Bobby along and he began to wonder if he would last -- but he needn't have
worried; when the time came and Trish hit her peak, the excitement and the
contractions of her inner core milked his orgasm from him in rolling pulses.

	Trish flopped forward, pressing herself against her lover.  "Stay
here with me."

	"I didn't tell them I was going to," Bobby whispered back.

	"They know, don't they?"

	"Pop does.  Mom may kid herself."

	"Please?"

	Bobby worried momentarily whether they were jeopardizing the goodwill
they'd managed to create earlier, but Trish felt too good.  "Okay."

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	"Where IS he?" Arlene groused.  She and Robert Sr. were in bed, but
they weren't asleep.  Arlene was still putting the screws to her husband for
various things.  The time for their usual Saturday night tryst had come and
gone and Robert was pretty certain that was deliberate, too.  He was paying
for coming down on Bobby's side in the earlier confrontations.

	"Wherever they are, they're together..." Robert declared.

	"... Having sex," Arlene finished the statement.

	Robert grunted; he'd have let well enough alone -- but of course,
that wasn't Arlene's way.  Instead, she tossed another barb:  "A black girl.
Like father, like son."

	"I've never touched a black woman," Robert insisted.  It was true,
too.

	"That doesn't mean you haven't wanted to.  I've seen you, Robert!"
She shook her head.  "I saw you with HER!  How would you like it if I drooled
over black men the way you drooled over your son's girlfriend's big boobs?"

	"I'm male," Robert retorted, "We all do that -- it's how we're
wired!"

	"Some of you manage to control it!" Arlene sneered.

	'You are SUCH a hypocrite!' Robert eyed her, thinking.  'Do you think
I haven't discovered your private porn stash?  Do you think I don't know you
have the slut for black cock thing bad?  You're just too gutless to do
anything about it.  At least, I'm pretty sure you are...'  To be fair, Robert
Sr. was almost one hundred percent certain that Arlene had never dealt with
her fantasy in real life -- because if she had, she would have telegraphed
her guilt.  It was just Arlene's way -- she couldn't hold such things in.
She would probably go hog-wild, too, until she got it all out of her system.
Given her video preferences, she wanted to be ridden by three or four guys --
preferably black -- and maybe forced a little.  Robert had run the scenarios
for this and he felt certain that the attack of guilt that Arlene would have
afterward would bring her low for some time, erasing years of effort expended
to get her to her current, more or less controlling position in their
marriage.  From Robert's viewpoint, the timing couldn't be better, if he
could make it work, because the nest was about to empty itself -- nothing
pointed that up more clearly than the fact that Bobby was having sex.  If
Robert resumed control now, it would last indefinitely.

	The mistake had been made at the outset -- Robert had gone into the
marriage looking for democracy.  But women don't DO democracy -- either
they're on bottom, and made to stay there, or they were on top to start with,
or they picked at things, eking out little victories and pressing small
advantages until, over time, they were on top, anyway.  Arlene had pursued
the third option.  Robert had been blind to it until she had a serious
toehold, at which point there had been a protracted struggle, but Robert
hadn't had a proper weapon with which to whittle her down to size.
Eventually, he had more or less capitulated, irritated with the constant
struggle.  Arlene tended to ride hard, largely because she herself knew how
close the crash was, and wanted to make sure that if she slipped, Robert
would be slow to notice and do anything about it.  Robert had seen her
collapse on a couple of occasions -- usually in the presence of her father --
and he knew that if he possessed the proper weapon, she would go down and
STAY down.  He often wondered just what it was Arlene's father had on her;
whatever it was, the mere flick of the whip brought her to her knees -- he
didn't have to touch her with it.

	Meanwhile, Arlene was yammering on...  "You're wired that way," she
snarled sarcastically.  "Do you drool when white girls wander by?  Nooo...
Only black girls trip your trigger!  I wonder why you married me,
sometimes..."

	"Your perceptions are skewed by your jealousy, Dear.  I look at women
of all shapes, sizes and colors -- because I'm male.  But I keep it in my
pants, no matter WHAT the temptation is, because I'm married to you..."
Robert replied.

	"Because you know that if I caught you, I'd take every nickel you
have!" Arlene carped.

	This was a bit over the line, and Robert's glare let Arlene know it.
"The reverse is also true, I'm sure, but I don't think I'd wave it around as
a threat..." he growled.

	"Well..."  Arlene couldn't back off much, or Robert might see an
advantage somewhere, so she left it at that.

	Robert Senior eyed his wife, thinking, 'I'm going to be making a
phone call, I think.'

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

	Harmon Thornton sighed, looking around the club.  This place was
usually a target-rich environment on a Saturday night -- and it was tonight,
if you were looking for a shallow relationship based upon a quick fuck.
Harmon wasn't -- and it was killing him!  He was in serious conflict with
himself over the whole deal, unable to face the fact that he knew what he
wanted -- and was too chicken to go get it.  That 'perfect woman' wasn't this
fuzzy dream image that he would stick the picture of his current paramour up
against and say, 'Nope...' -- she had a face and a body and he KNEW EXACTLY
what she looked like.  Now he couldn't even get started with another woman
because the comparison was made while he was still looking at the candidate
from across the room!

	He wasn't making any admissions -- he would just look at a likely
prospect and say, "Nah..." and shake his head.  There were six or seven women
that two weeks ago he WOULD have hunted down and WOULD have bedded still
wandering the floor after midnight -- but that was then and this was now and
he looked at them and knew they weren't good enough.  Problem was, he was
used to getting laid pretty regularly -- and he'd been going without for
longer than he had in years, probably.  The combination of physical need and
psychological rejection had Harmon pretty screwed up!

	Finally, at one a.m., he walked out of the club and got in his car
and went to the all-night diner where he generally took his women for
breakfast -- and had a solitary meal before heading on home.

	But home wasn't a good place; he could smell Donna when he walked in
the door!  It wasn't perfume, exactly, although perfume may have been a
component -- it was pheromones and the smell of sex -- her sex, and, by
extension, her mother's.  Donna was asleep, collapsed across Mac's chest --
but Harmon could smell the aura generated by their lovemaking and it was
almost unbearable!  Only fatigue let him sleep -- and only after he
masturbated himself to orgasm -- twice!

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	Phyllis was sore -- but it was a GOOD sore!  Julio had taken Gabriel
home around two a.m.; Phyllis wouldn't have made them leave, so from her
perspective, they'd done it for no good reason -- but then, she was unaware
that the older generation of the Vasquez family had no idea where their
younger son was.  Lillian had been too exhausted to complain, in any case.

	Julio had ridden Phyllis to three orgasms, during which time she'd
somehow managed to re-inflate Luis, who proceeded to spend a remarkable forty
minutes making Phyllis ride the orgasm machine.  And when he'd finally
collapsed, Julio replaced him and pushed her even farther!  Phyllis had lost
count of her orgasms and was semi-conscious when Julio unloaded in her a
second time; she couldn't have moved if he'd held a gun to her head!

	When Phyllis awoke, Luis was crawling back into bed and Julio was
gone.  Phyllis had staggered up and checked on Lillian and the boys and
confirmed that the Vasquez clan had decamped, then gone to the bathroom to
pee and let Luis' and Julio's seed drip out of her abused pussy.  Now she was
back in bed -- and no sooner had she settled on her side than Luis spooned up
behind her, sticking his sticky cock in the crack of her ass and grabbing her
right titty while he stuck his nose in the back of her shoulder and began to
snore.

	Another night, that might have bothered her, but on this one, she had
no problem drifting off to sleep...

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	Gabriel had not been worth much when Julio brought him home -- he was
satiated and in love and ready to sleep.  But Julio lay in bed, thinking
about fucking buffalo.

	The interlude had been just amazing!  That big, fat, black bitch had
a pussy that just wouldn't quit!  She put the little Chiquita Julio had
fucked earlier in the evening to shame!  The only piece he'd ever had that
was better had been that cow he'd fucked in the dark!

	And that was the odd thing...  Somewhere, somehow, the urge had crept
over him to see that cow again, if possible.  It defied explanation, but he
really, REALLY wanted to see just what he'd poked that night.  He was pretty
sure she was smaller than Phyllis -- but was that a drawing card?  What was
wrong with his head?  His sleep was uneasy, full of weird dreams...

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	Sunday started first for Jiang Yi.  Poppa Frank kicked her out of bed
early, telling her, "Get your big, blocky ass in the kitchen and fix me some
breakfast.  Come get me when it's ready."  When she came back to the bedroom
twenty minutes later, Frank got up, grumbling.  After he'd eaten a bit and
had some coffee, he directed, "Get dressed and head on down to the clubhouse
and make sure they're putting your kitchen in the way you want it.  Don't
come back until you've been poked by a couple of strange dicks -- if you have
to stand on a street corner!  I want you to remember gratitude..."

	"Gratitude?"  Jiang Yi didn't get it.

	"Who else do you know who is willing to stick his dick in your skank
ass on a regular basis?" Frank asked her.  "I want you to go out and try to
chase down someone else to do it so you remember how fucking hard it was
before you darkened MY door.  Then maybe I'll see some gratitude!"

	"Um, Frank?"

	"What?"

	"Can't I just be very grateful now?" Jiang Yi asked diffidently,
"Without doing that?"

	Frank eyed her.  "Are ya?"

	"Oh, yes, Frank!"  Jiang Yi nodded, her eyes wide.

	"The exercise will still be good for ya.  Git!  Come back with cum
runnin' down your leg or a sad tale about how nobody would touch ya!  I wanna
hear that your kitchen is doin' okay, too!"

	Jiang Yi hung her head.  "Yes, Frank."  When had she gotten
complacent?  She'd taken him for granted in some way, or he wouldn't be doing
this...

	Teela watched the woman shuffle out the door, dejected.  "Okay, what
did she do, Poppa?"

	"Nothin'.  You just gotta keep 'em tight.  Trust me -- have I fucked
up with her yet?"

	"No."

	"Okay, then.  She'll be real eager to please when she comes home,
even if she DOES get dicked."

	Teela made a mental note to explain all of this to Sonya -- in
confidence, of course.

	By the time Jiang Yi made it to the clubhouse at eight a.m., the
driveway was full of contractor vehicles.  The kitchen contractors were
working around Abigail, who was cooking breakfast for herself, Toby, Amy,
Janice, Bobby, Trish, and Tabitha.  Abigail was limiting her work area and
everyone else was in the dining room, with Tabitha and Janice running back
and forth.  "We'll be out of here soon," Abigail informed all and sundry.

	"Coffee papers over a multitude of sins," one of the contractors
chuckled.

	There was still one strange car in the driveway when Bobby dropped
Trish off.  Trish let herself into a quiet house and went to her room to rest
a bit more and allow others to do the same.  Bobby did the same when he got
home, hoping against hope that he was successful, and knowing that his mother
was going to unload on him no matter what.

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	Harmon Thornton dragged himself out of bed to find Donna in the
kitchen again.  "All right -- next time, you make your mother miserable!" he
grunted.

	"What's wrong, exactly, Mr. Thornton?" Donna asked.

	"A frank discussion of the problem would be rude and embarrassing,
Darlin'," Harmon sighed, seating himself at the table, "And you might as well
call me Harmon.  Is there any coffee?"

	Just being there was a mistake.  Donna was wearing a relatively no-
nonsense pair of panties and stretching the living Hell out of one of Mac's
T-shirts -- and that was it.  Her nipples weren't hard to find, and the
areolas bled right through the T-shirt.  Harmon groaned, trying NOT to watch
her breasts sway as she filled the coffee cup.

	"No luck last night, Pop?"

	"None.  I could have -- should have -- gone slumming, but I didn't.
Then I came home and eau de sex hit me in the nose when I came through the
door..." Harmon raised an eyebrow, eyeing Donna.  "The variant generated by
the women in her family is particularly powerful..."

	Donna blinked.  "I smell bad?"

	"No, Darlin', you smell like the Garden of Eden -- and that can be
painful when a man has blue balls..."  Harmon grunted to himself.  "I wasn't
going to go into that."

	"I never noticed..." Donna mused.

	"I have."  Mac looked EXTREMELY pleased with himself.

	"You could see Mom again, I guess," Donna ventured.

	Harmon covered his face.  "If I did, I'd want to crawl into bed with
her and not crawl back out until she was good and pregnant."

	Donna blinked.  "It's that bad?"

	"Seems to be.  I don't know what your momma would think of that, but
I don't imagine she would be thrilled."

	Donna pursed her lips.  "You could always ask her.  She didn't seem
too upset over the first pass."

	"I don't dare get that close," Harmon replied.  "Look what happened
the first time -- even if she didn't want it, could she stop me?"

	"He's got a point," Mac chuckled.

	"Both of you would have little half-brothers and sisters running
around -- and I don't know what that would do to your legal position if you
decide to marry..." Harmon mused.

	"When!"  It was a chorus.  Donna and Mac eyed each other and grinned.
"Maybe we ought to rush out and get it done, so we're grandfathered," Mac
added.  Donna smiled a possessive smile and swatted him gently on the
shoulder.  Harmon groaned, closing his eyes to re-calibrate them after
watching Donna's unfettered breasts jiggle.

	"Want me to ask her for you?" Donna asked innocently.

	"What's the question, exactly?" Harmon growled.  "Do you want to
become a baby factory at this late date?"

	"Sounds like, 'Do you want to get married?' or 'Do you want a man
around?' to me," Donna mused.

	"I'm an awful womanizer," Harmon noted.  "I wouldn't want to hurt her
with it.  I just want to sleep with her constantly.  That would probably go
away, eventually..."

	"Or not," Mac chuckled.  He couldn't see it happening in his case...

	Harmon gathered himself.  "I mean it!" he warned, "Next overnight is
at YOUR house!"

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