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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Mack's Mamas
Part: 3 of 8
Universe: Mack's Mamas
Summary: Pete stumbles upon Mack in a bar and discovers a serious gravy train

Keywords: MF Mf MMF M+F oral anal rough 1st ir

Chapter 3

	The next day I was sore; I'd had more pussy in twenty-four hours than
I was used to getting in a month.  Oh, I might have jacked off that many times
at a sitting, but not in a while, probably.  I had a pretty good feel for how
Teresa's asshole probably felt, never mind her pussy.  Besides, I had to
supervise the big move across town of my shit from my old apartment to my new
one.

	Mack allowed as how he could collect rent without me.  "Go get moved
in.  Call me if you need anything.  I'll see you tomorrow."  That worked for
me.  I spent ninety minutes disassembling my inner sanctum at the old place
and four hours reassembling it in the new one -- that would be my data center,
not my bedroom; I let the movers do that.  I went out and bought a couple of
NICE computer desks, some new monitors, a couple of KVM switches...  Yeah,
yeah, you're not interested.  Fine.

	It was six-thirty and I was under a desk cleaning up the cable race
when the doorbell rang.  I climbed out from under and went to the door and
peeked through -- and a SWEET female Hispanic face took up most of the visual
field.  What the fuck?  I opened the door and said carefully, "Yes?"

	"I'm Elena.  Mack sent me."

	"Oh?"  I was talking to her rack, which was substantial and featured a
soft valley that looked six inches long.  The face had fallen by the wayside
-- and I hadn't gotten to the legs yet.

	"Uh huh.  I brought pizza."  Sure enough, there were a couple of pizza
boxes below the rack -- and above the tube skirt that didn't extend very far
down the thighs of a pair of legs that went ALL the way from a tall pair of
strap heels to her ass!

	"Gee, that's nice," I croaked.

	She dimpled and her nose wrinkled and her lips opened to show bright
white teeth and the tip of a lively tongue and she giggled, "Hey, jou're cute,
jou know?"  Yeah, `jou' instead of `you.'  Okay.  She was Hispanic -- Puerto
Rican, maybe.  And FLAMING hot!  So she didn't know what a `y' was -- did I
care?

	"You must have me confused with someone else," I muttered.  "Cute
isn't in my description anywhere that I'm aware of."

	"Chure it is!" Elena insisted brightly, "Can I come in?"  Limited
`s'es, too, apparently.  Hey, as long as I could puzzle it out...

	"Oh, yeah..."  I backed up.  What I was going to do with her once she
was inside wasn't clear -- but if Mack sent her, my horny imagination just
MIGHT see reality...

	She came in, seeming to teeter on her heels, and turned to close the
door and throw the bolt.  "Jou should lock this -- it isn't safe..." she
insisted, while I watched her bend a bit to work the lock, emphasizing a SWEET
ass...  She looked back over her shoulder, standing there, a little pigeon-
toed, to get my opinion on the matter -- but the blood had all rushed to my
little head from the big one and all I could do was nod stupidly.

	"Hokay!" she said brightly, turning and stalking to the kitchen's
island bar to put down the pizza boxes, "We chould heat the pizzas."  I really
wasn't sure whether that was `heat' or `eat' -- and it didn't fucking matter.
"We have pepperoni and everything -- which one do you want?"

	"Oh, I want everything..."  I did, too!

	"Good!  I heat it."  She busied herself looking for plates I didn't
have but had fortunately been provided with the apartment -- and a pizza
cutter from the same source -- and carved out a trio of slices to put on the
plate while I stood there measuring the soft motions of those amazing titties
as she ran the cutter back and forth.  At some point, she must have noticed my
eyeballs rolling around in her cleavage because she looked up and smiled.
"Jou like?"

	"Oh, yeah!"

	"Good."  She turned and shoved the plate in the over-the-stove
microwave and I imagined squeezing that ass while she puzzled out the
controls, then she turned back.  "Hokay, I go back to the car for the beer."

	I wasn't sure about this -- should I let her leave before I ate her?
"You'll be back, right?"

	Again the big smile.  "Oh, jes!  Chure!  The car is just downstairs.
I'll be right back!  Promise!"

	"Well, okay, then."  I followed her back to the door at about three
millimeters distance and stood there with my hands flexing over her ass while
she unlocked the bolt.  She backed into me as she opened the door, "Oh!"  I
just HATED that...  I got to feel both hips as I set her back on her feet, and
got that dazzling smile right in my face...  Then she was tottering off down
the hall; I watched her out of sight.

	Okay, this kind of thing did NOT happen to me!  Maybe she was here
to...  Shit, I had no idea, but she could have emptied the place and left me
in my underwear, and I'd probably have helped load the truck!  Better call
Mack...

	"Mack!"

	"Pete?"

	"Yeah.  Did you send a bombshell named...?"

	"Elena got there, huh?  Good.  She's cute, but a little slow.  Maybe
just odd."

	"Cute?  That's all?  Just cute?"

	"Hey, if you like spicks..."

	"So, what's her story?" I asked.

	"She's late, Pete.  She's there to work it off.  Let her feed you and
soak you in the hot tub and baby you and then fuck her brains out," Mack
directed.  "One of the other girls is watching her kid.  Use her like toilet
paper."

	"FUCK!" I gasped.

	"Get used to it," Mack chuckled.  "We're two for four with the rent in
the other house.  I'd die trying to keep them busy."

	"Do you ever actually MAKE a hundred percent rental rate?" I asked.

	"They all usually pay, eventually," Mack replied.  "One way or
another.  Elena's on month one -- I think it's just because she wants a fuck.
Male spicks are worthless, as a rule -- she probably heard about you from
Cindy or Charlene and decided to change up.  Her little ankle-biter is half-
black, I think, so she's already been stung."  He chuckled.  "Bear that in
mind before you fall into her big brown eyes -- she spent a lot of time with
her pussy full of big, black dick!"

	Now, if you haven't guessed by now, Mack is a little bit prejudiced...
Me, I try to live and let live.  "Thanks, Mack."

	"No problem, Bud.  Enjoy your housewarming gift."

	"I'm sure I will."

	By then, Elena was tottering back in through the door.  "Mack says
hi," I told her.

	"Oh, okay!"  She was carrying a six-pack of the brand I drank when out
with Mack -- which wasn't necessarily my favorite -- just what they stocked at
that bar.  Oh, well...  "Elena, do you wear high heels often?"

	"Jes.  Why do you ask?"

	"Because you look... unbalanced."

	"Oh."  She ventured a smile.  "I'm just a little bit clumsy.  My
boyfriend, he used to say I was only safe on my back."  The smile became
really tentative; she realized that she'd wandered into an unsafe area.

	I waved it off.  "Maybe we'll check that.  In the meantime, why don't
you kick off those shoes?"

	"Well..."  Elena stretched out a leg while thinking about it.  "They
make my legs look really good -- don't jou think?"

	"Sure, Baby," I agreed, "but I'd rather see you in flats than a cast,
you know?"

	"Jes.  Maybe you're right."  She leaned against the bar and plucked
the shoes off her feet.  "How's this, Baby?"

	"Very nice.  Why don't you get the pizza and we'll go out on the deck
and relax."

	"Chure, Baby!  I'll be right out!"  Smiling brightly, Elena started
dealing with the microwave.  I went outside, glad that I'd gotten my eyeballs
and testicles under control.  I parked my ass in a chair, popped the top off
the bottle of beer I'd rescued while Elena was pulling off her shoes, and took
a pull, looking down at the pool.  This was the life...

	Elena came out with a plate of pizza and two paper plates to put
individual slices on.  She put them on the little plastic table between the
chairs, and, eyeing me for permission, settled in the other chair.  "So, Sweet
Lips, what brings you here tonight?" I asked.

	"Oh, jou're nice!" Elena gushed.  "Mack, he is always so gruff.  Do
this, do that -- never does he say nice things."

	"You didn't answer my question."

	She eyed me.  "Mack, he told you, did he not?  I am late, so Mack sent
me here for jou."

	I fished a hunk of pizza off the plate, glancing around at the other
balconies.  "So you're here for me -- what for?"

	Elena eyed me for a bit, then said softly.  "Maybe for jou to see if
I'm safe on my back?"

	I chuckled.  "Maybe I'll see if you're safe on your front."

	"Hokay."  She eyed me, very tentative.

	There ensued a period devoted to the absorption of pizza and beer.
The sun was going down; I checked the other balconies on my level visually for
occupants.  There was no one from my building out, but there was a guy on the
third floor across the way.  The gap was a good hundred meters -- which was
good, I figured; I didn't want him too frustrated.

	"So, how long have you lived in the building?"

	"Mack's building?" Elena clarified.  "Eight months.  This is only the
second time I am late.  Jusually, I'm on time."

	"But you've missed once before."

	"Jes.  Four months ago, I was five days late.  Mack, he came for me
twice..."

	"And?"

	"He is a hard man.  He makes demands, jou know?  But he is fair, I
think."

	"Is making demands bad?" I asked.

	"No.  That's hokay."

	I took a pull of my beer.  "So, why were you late this month?"

	Elena sucked in a breath, and I knew she had no prepared answer.  "You
might as well tell the truth," I murmured.

	"I... am hearing things."

	"Like what?"

	"I am hearing that jou are good in the bed."

	"Oh?" I asked.  "From who?"

	"Both of them."

	"So it was worth it for you to be late?"

	"Jes."  She couldn't keep her head up.

	"What if Mack had handled it?"

	"He will," she said quietly.  "He told me that he won't let us chase
jou."

	"So he's going to make you pay."

	"Jes."

	"Take your top off."

	Elena didn't argue; it just went over her head, revealing a lacy black
bra.  I looked expectant, and it went, too.  Elena got that smile women get
when they know they have your attention and wiggled her shoulders.  "You
like?"

	"I like."  They weren't high-riders; they sagged a little and moved
easily.  I wasn't surprised, from the cleavage.  There wasn't a damned thing
wrong with them, though.  "The skirt, too," I directed.  "Are you wearing
panties?"

	"No," Elena replied, unzipping the skirt.  "Just the nylons and the
garter belt.  Mack likes that."

	There was a lot to be said for it; I wasn't a fan of pantyhose, not
that it had mattered, particularly, up to now.  She stood there, looking coy;
she had pubes -- a neatly trimmed dark thatch.  Given that porn vids tended to
show everyone baby smooth, it was a nice, genuine girl next door look.  I
beckoned with a finger and she came over and bent down and I palmed a breast
while watching her eyes, which were liquid and untroubled as I pulled her in
for a kiss.  That was nice, too.  I let go of her and skinned out of my
sweatpants.  "Time for a suck."

	"Hokay."  She knelt up obediently, and started giving my cock popsicle
licks.  A week before, if you'd told me that I was going to be living high and
serviced regularly by willing women, I'd have given you phone money for a
shrink, but here I was -- and here she was.  Well, I was adapting.  Twenty
minutes before, I'd been ogling Elena like a horny schoolboy with no thought
of actually getting into her panties; now, it was `get down on it.'  And she
was; I watched -- and felt -- her lips roll over the head of my cock and
settled back for a sip of my beer.  The guy on the balcony across the way was
standing up and leaning over the rail to examine us intently; I saluted him
with my beer bottle, which got me an incredulous headshake.

	I got extremely aroused -- something about the way she twisted her
head, maybe.  She was certainly good at what she was doing.  But I didn't want
to cum in her mouth, so I stopped her before I let go, saying, "I think we
ought to try out the hot tub."

	She actually looked a little hurt.  "It wasn't good?"

	"Oh, it was VERY good," I told her.  "I just have other plans.
Whatever tales you heard about yesterday, I'm not Superman, and I'm still
recovering.  I don't want to run out of steam before the main event."

	"Oh."  I watched her process this.  "Hokay!"  Everything was cool
again.  I pulled her up for a kiss, after which she murmured, "Some guys
wouldn't do that after what I was doing."

	"Well, you didn't finish, did you?" I replied.

	"No," she nodded, reflective.  "Jou are right."

	I palmed a breast.  "Go figure out the buttons on the hot tub and get
it started, then stick a couple more pieces of pizza in the microwave and come
get me."  She got up to execute my wishes and I added, "and bring another
beer!"  Yeah, life was CERTAINLY good...

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

	She had smoky eyes, and a sweet way of rotating her ass to meet my
strokes, and panted soft endearments in Spanish while clutching my arms.  She
was FAIRLY safe on her back; one or both of us might have thrown his or her
back out due to those corkscrew motions.  The only blemish on her was her
Caesarian section scar -- and I didn't care one damned bit about THAT!  Hell,
it was probably a badge of honor!  I did the best I could for her, but it
probably wasn't spectacular if she was used to anything really huge in the way
of a cock.  On the other hand, she CERTAINLY didn't complain, and unless she
was an accomplished actress, she managed two orgasms in the six or seven
minutes that I managed to last before unceremoniously yelling "SHIT!" and
unloading whatever product I'd been able to manufacture since the day before.
At that point, I had the sense to roll us over so I was on the bottom -- I was
tired, and didn't want to drift off plastered over her and drooling on her
shoulder.

	Elena misunderstood.  "Again?" she asked, sitting up and wiggling a
bit -- probably verifying that I was too soft to perform.

	"No," I replied.  "I'm a little wasted, so I figured that if you had
to get up and pee or something, you wouldn't want to have to push me off
first."

	"Oh.  Hokay!  That's sweet -- so considerate..."  She lowered her
torso back onto mine and I watched those breasts of hers swing out and down;
no, I don't have a problem with a little bit of sag, as long as we weren't
talking Udderville.  Clearly, they'd gotten the way they were from shrinking
back after being swollen with milk.  My dick popped out of her and dribbled
slop all over my balls, but I could handle that later...  I went to sleep
rubbing her smooth back.

	I awoke in the morning with a start; I'd gotten up to piss at some
point -- maybe twice -- but only now was I actually conscious.  She could have
emptied the place and I'd have slept through it.  Obviously, I was going to
have to be a little more cautious, or my wallet would probably provide one of
these women with her next month's rent.  It's amazing how once your balls are
dry, your head clears -- I know that if you're male you know what I'm talking
about.  Lust and romance tend to give way to wariness and nervous attempts to
conserve one's freedom on the morning after.  It's the natural defensive
reaction to a woman having deployed her ultimate weapon -- one programmed into
our genes, no doubt.  But the shower was running, and in a moment it shut off
-- and a couple of minutes later, Elena came out of the bathroom brushing her
hair and trying to detangle it -- probably because I owned neither conditioner
nor a hair dryer.  "So, jou are awake.  Do jou want some breakfast?"

	"I don't think there's anything you could make," I replied.  "I just
moved in and haven't hit the store.  Besides, I tend to go out to eat."

	"Hokay.  I need to go to work soon.  Can I do anything else for jou?"

	"Ummm, not this morning."

	"Hokay."  She went around collecting her things and putting them on; I
got treated to the whole nylons and garter belt application process for a fine
pair of legs.  "Pete," she asked carefully, "can I come back?"

	Morning-after caution made me take this seriously.  "In a few days."

	"Hokay.  Mack, he will want to have me stay away, anyway."

	"He said that?"

	"Oh, jes."  She locked eyes with me.  "Mack, he says jou are
vulnerable.  Are jou vulnerable?"

	I blinked.  "Could be.  I'll defer to Mack's opinion in the matter."

	Elena cocked her head.  "That is jes?"

	"That is maybe."

	"Hokay."  She slipped into her bra.  "If jou decide to be vulnerable,
do it with me, hokay?  I like jou."

	"I'll, uh, give it serious thought.  Want any help with that?" I
asked.

	"Chure!"  She smiled coyly.  "Maybe jou want to make chure they're all
inside?"

	I laughed and fondled them from behind, then cinched her up; she got
dressed fairly quickly after that and teetered over to give me a kiss before
departing.  "Thanks, Pete.  I had a good time."

	"I did too," I admitted.  "Sorry, I was a little tired."

	"No problem..."  She smiled and waved and in a moment, I heard the
door close.  I settled back against the headboard, wondering when the piano
was going to fall on my head -- life was WAY too good!

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

	"So, did Elena try to set her claws in you?" Mack asked.  It was
afternoon, and we were in the bar, `working.'  It was much more like work, now
that we'd talked the bar owner into installing wi-fi.  I was fiddling with our
new website.

	"Why, chure!" I replied, "Not that it wasn't hokay with me..."

	Mack cracked up.  "You've got the accent down pat!"

	I grinned.  "Hell, she's so cute..."

	"And you're so vulnerable to it..." Mack responded.

	"So I hear.  What kind of abuse are you going to apply to discourage
her?" I asked.

	"Well, a couple of things," Mack replied.  "She's gonna get dick from
me on two different occasions before I'm going to allow her back in the
rotation -- and I'm not going to make it easy."  He eyed me.  "It's for your
own good.  Once you've been through the rotation a couple of times, you'll be
seasoned and can make stupid mistakes, if you're dumb enough.  But until then,
I'm gonna run interference."

	"Okay, I guess."

	"Trust me," Mack said, clapping me on the back.  "When you've been
around the horn a few times, you'll thank me.  It'll all be much more in
perspective.  By the way -- I hope she didn't drain your balls totally,
because we have calls to make."

	"Hooo, boy!" was all I could get out.

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

	The other house was a mere two doors down -- and virtually identical.
Mack led me to apartment 1A and banged on the door.  Charlene lived in 1A in
the other building; I wondered which apartment Elena had.

	The door popped open; a black woman stood there holding it.  "Mack,"
she grunted, making it sound like a cuss word.

	"Hullo to you, too, Irene," Mack said sarcastically.  "Pete, this is
Irene.  Irene, this is Pete."

	Irene gave me the up and down.  "He one of your friends?" she rasped.

	"No, he's my new partner -- that means he's me, by proxy.  You treat
him like he's me -- because if I hear you're not doing it, you won't like the
results!" Mack snapped.

	"Awright, awright!  Get out of the hallway before you chew my ass, for
shit's sake!"  Irene backed up and let us in.  I took the opportunity to take
her in; she was one of those narrower black women with a big mouth.  I don't
mean big lips -- or, at least, not the puffy kind you generally expect.  Hers
were good-sized, but more of a slash over a lot of teeth that kind of stuck
out...  Look, I don't want to get into stereotypes, but it was sort of chimp-
like.  I KNOW you've seen it, so don't give me a lot of shit, okay?  Her hair
was done sort of page-boy, held back by a headband.  She was kind of narrow,
stuck through a tube top and short shorts and wearing running shoes.  The legs
were so-so and a little bowed.  I figured she was in her mid- to late-
twenties.  In the background, a small boy -- maybe six -- was running around
with his arms out, pretending to be an airplane -- loudly; his complexion was
a good deal lighter than his mama's.  "Raphael!" Irene snapped, "Keep it down
while I talk to your Uncle Mack, here!"  That pretty much confirmed the mix.
Raphael didn't shut up, but he toned it down and droned out of the room.

	"So, uh, where are we?" I asked.

	"Irene's into month three -- aren't you, Honey?" Mack said quietly.

	I turned to Irene.  "Any special reason?"

	Irene stuck her hands on her hips and leaned forward to get in my
face, "Does it LOOK like I'm fucking working, asshole?"

	There was aloud SMACK! -- and Irene's face was suddenly moving rapidly
to my left, looking surprised -- and taking her body with it.  "Dammit, Irene,
what part of `you treat him like he's me' don't you fucking understand?"

	Irene was covering her mouth and staggering back around in a circle to
confront us again and Mack was shaking his hand -- apparently, impact with all
those teeth had hurt it.  Clearly, it had hurt Irene; her eyes were watery and
she was staggering a bit.  "Fuck, Mack!'" she muttered thickly.  "Jeezus!"

	"Keep a civil tongue in your head, then!" Mack snapped.

	"Okay."  Irene was rubbing her jaw.  The airplane had gone into
stealth mode -- I saw eyes peering around the corner.

	"Why don't you send little Raphael out back to play?" Mack suggested,
his voice tight.  "Little Germaine, too."

	"She's takin' her nap," Irene said dully.

	"Okay, fine -- but if you need to grease the doorknobs, you'd better
take care of it," Mack admonished.  You didn't need a program to know that
someone was getting fucked.

	"Awright, gimme a minute..."  Irene pulled out a phone and hit a speed
dial.  "Gillian?  I'm gonna send Raphael outside to play, but I'm gonna be
busy, you know?  Can you keep an eye on him?  Yeah.  Mack.  Thanks, Honey, I
owe you.  Thanks."  She closed the phone and went to where Raphael stood at
the corner, peeping at us.  "Raphael, go outside and play, Honey.  Take your
trucks.  Don't stir up too much dirt, now!"  Raphael did as he was told, but
he tracked us with big eyes all the way out.  Irene came back, licking her
lower lip -- looking for blood, no doubt.  "Please don't do that -- not in
front of the kids," she begged quietly.

	"Yeah.  Sorry."  Mack's apology was perfunctory; all of us knew that
he might hesitate for a second next time, but he would probably do it anyway,
if she deserved it.  "So, what's the word?"

	"The job didn't come through, Mack.  I'm looking, but what with the
kids and babysitting, a regular day thing isn't happening.  I'm trying to get
on at a cleaning company, but they haven't called back."

	"What about last month?" Mack demanded.

	"Well, food stamps are in.  I can give you what I was holding to feed
the kids the end of the month, but it isn't enough..." Irene looked anxious.

	"How much is it?"

	"I dunno.  Sixty?"

	"Fuck.  Hold your weekends open, Ragman likes the feel of your
asshole," Mack grunted.  "Look, I don't have shit right now; there's no demand
for black chicks.  At the end of this month, you'll have gone down three
times.  If you don't catch up, there won't be a fourth."

	"I know.  Look, Mack, I'm tryin'..."  This was a whole different
attitude than the one she'd had when the door popped open.

	"Double up," Mack grunted.  "If you need me to talk to Elena or
Gillian about more coverage, let me know.  Elena, in particular, owes me."

	"Yes, Mack."

	"Get in the bedroom."  He waved her before us.

	"Let me check on Germaine."  Irene waved us at the bedroom.

	"So what's up?" I asked as we entered the bedroom.  It was littered,
like mine -- I didn't feel like I could say much about it not being a
showplace; I threw clothes on the chairs, too.  The covers were up on the bed
and sort of straightened -- but it wasn't made, per se.  Again, I did the same
things, so...

	"This is three," Mack replied.  "She managed to drag in the rent at
the end of the first month, but I didn't get squat last month.  Second-month
incentives usually drive them to get their asses in gear, but black chicks do
have their issues around here..."  Mack sighed.  "Party people generally want
white chicks.  I could send her out with Charlene, but the guys don't expect
it and Charlene won't like being cut.  What I need is some white guys looking
for strange..."

	I was going to say "Don't look at me," but I shut my mouth on it with
a clop.  I knew a few guys -- and THEY knew a few guys -- and big parties
tended to look like frat parties in `Revenge of the Nerds.'  Some of them were
still in the `living with Mom until I get organized' set -- with a target
launch date of `never.'  Maybe, just maybe...

	Mack was reading my mind -- or my face, at least.  "You hook ol'
Irascible Irene up a couple of times, she might get sweet on you."

	"Whazzat?" Irene came through the door hauling her tube top over her
head.  The result was... interesting.  She looked like she started out with
Elena's somewhat pendulous hooters, but then something came along and
seriously deflated them.  They didn't droop, nipples down -- in fact, they
stuck out a couple of inches and the nips pointed out and to the sides.  They
didn't really sag, either -- the bottoms were there at the chest wall, with
only a slight droop -- but they were half-filled cones, the tops of which
stretched as loose skin back to a mount point by her breastbone.  It was as if
she'd had conical high-riders, but someone had sucked half of the filling out.
The nips were pinky-tip sized on not-too-large areolas -- and they actually
pointed up a bit.  Irene caught me looking.  "Shit just goes away when I stop
nursing."

	"Is that it?" Mack rumbled.  "I think you've stopped eating, too."
Irene flicked him a glance and he added, "Blow that sixty bucks on food for
YOU or you won't be ABLE to work -- OR take care of your kids!"

	That put Irene on a different footing with me.  This was a mother
doing all she could...

	"Can't," Irene muttered.  "Diapers, formula..."

	"Pete's working on something -- he might have some kind of plan," Mack
rumbled.

	"Really?"  Irene lit up.  "That would be GREAT!"

	"Well, no promises, but maybe..." I muttered.  I knew better than to
get wild with Mack present.

	"Well, I'm sorry, anyway, Baby.  I know I came off bad -- it's
just..."  Suddenly, she was all cooperation, pleasant, coy...  "Come here, let
me take care of you..."  She was on her knees and I was half out of my pants
before I even reacted!  "Why don't you kick off those shoes and you can sit on
the bed and..."  And I was staggering around with my shit down around my
ankles while she led me to the bed by my dick!

	Mack laughed.  "Don't make him fall and bust his head, Irene!"

	"No, we SURELY don't want that!" Irene replied.  "Sit right there,
Baby, and I'll take care of you so good..."  She skinned her bubble butt out
of those shorts and knelt up and my dick disappeared between those teeth --
but I didn't FEEL any teeth, just lips and tongue and pop! -- the back of her
throat...  She took me right down like it was nothing, her wide nose in my
pubes -- and washed my balls with her tongue!  I'd paid for many a
professional blowjob, but THIS!  Unbelievable!

	"On your knees, Irene -- you ain't getting off THAT easy..."  Mack,
dressed in just his shirt, dropped a pillow between her legs and spat on her
ass -- and that's all the lube he allowed her while he stuck his cock up her
ass.  It hurt -- bad -- I could tell, but she just moaned and groaned around
my cock and took it.  Mack, being Mack, didn't fart around being gentle,
either; he went to town in there.

	All this interfered with Irene's ability to blow me properly.  I was
certain that she could deliver premium fellatio, but Mack ramming her ass
didn't allow her to control things properly.  As a result, several minutes
later, when he dragged her ass back to him and basically sat her on his cock
while he blew his wad in her GI tract, I wasn't finished.  Mack pushed her off
his lap, but held onto an arm and spun her by it to face his cock.  "This
month, we up the ante," he announced -- and he stuck his shitty dick in her
face.  She thrashed and gagged and tried to throw up, but it was in there; I
watched him manhandle her until she'd cleaned him off.

	"Damn you, Mack!" Irene croaked.

	"Too late, I already know where I'm going," Mack retorted.  "I TOLD
you month three was no fun.  You get your ass out there and you find something
to do to bring in some money, YESTERDAY, or that shit will happen again!  Now
crawl your scrawny black ass up on that bed and spread your legs and finish
Pete off -- and it better be a damned good ride or else!  You get me?"

	"Yes, Mack!"  Irene scrabbled her way onto the bed and flopped on her
back.  "How do you want me, Baby?"

	I thought about it.  "Just grab your knees."  I crawled onto the bed
and set up to do her.  She shaved, and had big, droopy pussy lips -- that were
hanging open, at this point.

	"You do her ass, too," Mack directed.  Irene's eyes bugged, but before
she could squawk, Mack amended, "No, don't -- it's nasty in there.  Get yours
-- ride the fuck out of it.  She isn't there to have fun."

	So I did.  I was hot and bothered from the blowjob anyway, so it
wasn't hard to get into a lather.  It took me about three strokes to bottom
out, and I know I pulled one of those damned floppy pussy lips inside her the
first couple, but then things settled out and I went to town on that shit,
looking for mine.  I set a pace that was good for me -- up fast for a few
seconds, then slow, then up fast again, then slow.  About the third fast
cycle, Irene grabbed my biceps and lurched up, wailing, "Shit!  Shitshitshit!
Goddamn!  Fuck!  Ah, shit!  Fuck me, Baby!  Goddamn!  I LOVE white dicks --
they're so fucking HARD!"  She crossed her ankles over the small of my back
and started slamming up to meet me, matching my strokes.  "Shit!  Fuck, Baby!
Shit! Fuck that pussy!  Goddamn!"  She went totally wild on my ass twice; we
ended up with me on my knees holding her scrawny ass in the air and slamming
it down on my dick while she wrapped her arms and legs around me and panted
and howled and raved about how nice and hard and thick my dick was and how
good it felt.  I tried to stick it in her twat balls and all when I lit off
and it felt like I unloaded a half-pint of jizz in her -- and it definitely
wasn't any teaspoon, given the drippings.  "Damn, Baby, Shit!  You're a wild
man!  Fuck!" she gasped when I hoisted her off and dropped her on the bed.  "I
LOVE that motherfucker!  Come here and let me suck the cum off it..."  She was
up and opening those jaws again -- but I wasn't worried this time.

	"Jeezus, what got into you, there, Pete?" Mack asked.  "That was some
little exhibition!"

	"I dunno -- just got carried away, I guess," I mumbled, embarrassed.
It was good pussy and she was light and wiry and easy to handle and VERY
enthusiastic.  I got things under control and flopped back.  "I'm hungry," I
announced, winking at Mack.

	Mack got it right away.  "Yeah, me, too.  Got anything in the house?
No, you fucking don't, do you?  Go get cleaned up, Irene, so you can drag your
ass off to the burger place and pick us up some goddamned food!"  We made her
go off and pick up a shitload of burgers and stuff -- and then made her eat a
couple and feed the kids a couple and stick a couple in the fridge.  Irene
made sure I knew that I stood high on her list after that.

	Out front, Mack said, "That was good of you, but it's kinda like
giving her a fish instead of teaching her how to fish, you know?  It won't
last."

	"She can fish," I told Mack.  "All we have to do is find her a pond."

	"Maybe," Mack grunted.  "Let's go get a beer."

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