Chapter 45
Morning Sex and Camel Fights

"Lordy, 'Ticia, What's dat?" Velma exclaimed when Leticia and the Wench entered the kitchen after the fitting of the tail was complete. Inez, holding Armand's breakfast tray, gaped.

First Boris, and later Charles had joined Ed, who was still lounging at the breakfast table, so there were plenty of males present to enjoy Leticia's embarrassment. "It's a tail," she sighed, miserably. "I pissed off Mr. Wilson with my bad attitude, and I'm being punished."

"Howzit stuck on?"

"Stuck IN, is more like it," the Wench simpered. "It's on a butt-plug."

"It's in yoah ass?" Velma blinked.

"Uh huh." Leticia hung her head.

"If my master sees that..." Inez shuddered and made her exit, carrying Armand's breakfast tray.

"Come here, Little One," Boris directed, raising a number of eyebrows among those uninformed of current events. He pushed his chair back, adding, "Here, over my lap."

Even more amazing to the witnesses was Leticia's meek obedience to the heavy Georgian. There was no hesitation, no demurral as the narrow black woman settled herself across his knees. Widening the slit in the bikini bottom with his thick fingers, he exposed the plug base, inviting Velma to examine it. "See?"

"Lordy!" Velma looked at Ed and opened her mouth, but changed her mind and settled for shaking her head.

Ed chuckled. "What else did the Boss do? Tell her she had to take shit from everybody?" Why was she just handing herself over to Boris?

"Leticia had quite a night," Charles related. "The Boss had her eat Mistress Sharon, then Mistress Sharon did her with a strap-on." Velma looked confused, so Charles amplified, "It's a dildo -- a fake penis -- that a woman can wear..." Velma's eyes popped, and Charles chuckled. "Then he sent her off to Boris here for some obedience training. Actually, you were on the short list, Ed, but you appeared to be otherwise occupied..." This was accompanied by another grin.

"Oh, shit..." Ed gasped. Velma covered her mouth and shuffled off to pretend to do something at the sink. "So everybody knows?"

"Too many for secrecy, including Mr. Wilson and Sharon," Charles agreed.

Leticia almost forgot the embarrassment of having Boris rub her ass while she looked back and forth from Ed to Velma. "Really?" She caught Velma's eye; Velma shrugged, grimaced, and nodded.

Ed sighed, grunted, "No good can come of this. Bring me some more coffee, Woman."

"Yoah laigs broke, ya ol' bastid?" Velma replied, but she was already moving.

"I think I threw my back out last night," Ed deadpanned. Several chuckles erupted. "Besides, if I make ya wait on me hand and foot, maybe you'll drop a pound."

"Ah'd probly lose it offa these," Velma teased, hefting her huge mammaries.

"Best forget it, then. I'll get my own."

But Velma was placing a fresh cup before him as he said it. "Besides, y'all cain't work me hard enough ta get me ta shrink any."

"She's right," Charles chuckled, "But kids might..."

Ed glanced up and surprised an absolute deer-in-the-headlights look on Velma's face. "Holy shit!" he burst out. Charles and Boris both laughed, and Velma RAN back to the sink and started clattering pans to cover her embarrassment.

"I think we hit a hot button," Charles observed.

"Shit, if I got those jugs going, she could feed quadruplets, a litter of puppies, AND me!" Ed chuckled. "But I dunno if I can even be a decent boyfriend, never mind a father..."

"Join the club," came from the door. Jason came in, shaking his head. "Speaking of which, where's my worthless slut of a woman?"

"Off delivering breakfast to Mr. Wilson," Charles replied.

"What did I miss?" Jason asked. "Who are you getting kids on, Ed? Velma?"

Ed rolled his eyes. "Fuck, does EVERYBODY know?" He shook his head. "Ain't no kids. But Velma's biological clock is Big Ben, it looks like." Jason was seldom approachable, but appeared to be genial enough this morning -- probably thanks to that 'worthless slut of a woman'...

"She's the motherly type," Jason agreed. "She apparently took YOU on..." Surprised laughter from several sources greeted this.

"Well, it was sorta mutual..." Ed labored to get out from under the teasing.

"It works better that way," Jason responded blandly. Turning to Velma, he directed, "Have Inez bring me coffee, half a grapefruit, and Grape Nuts -- plenty of sugar."

"Suh." Velma nodded.

Jason directed a "Nice tail," at Leticia and walked out.

Boris let the embarrassed black woman up and ordered, "Bring me eggs, over easy, and some of that flat bread that Inez makes..."

"Tortillas?" Velma supplied.

"Yes, tortillas," Boris agreed. "Tomato juice and coffee -- strong coffee -- Velma knows." He rubbed Leticia's ass familiarly. "You should eat, too. Maybe I will ask the Boss if I can get children on you so those little bumps on your chest swell up, no?"

"Uuh," Leticia gasped. Gawd, was he really... "There has to be a better reason than that..."

"Make you good in bed?" Boris countered. "Give you..." He made grasping motions with his heavy hands, "... Love handles?" He wriggled his eyebrows.

"Oh, God!" Leticia moaned, skittering off. Boris's booming laugh followed her, supported by chuckles from the other men.

"I see you had fun," Ed observed.

"Da," Boris replied complacently, "I did."

Sharon crossed the house to her rooms, showered, changed into a sleeveless top and a pleated skirt that rode just above the knee, and drifted down the hall to check on her daughter and her lover. When she eased the door open, she found Nate and Nora side by side in bed, kissing, with that sweaty, sated look that said there had been a recent sex act. She cleared her throat to announce herself and said, "I see you're awake. Have you checked on your guests?"

"Don't have to," Nate grinned, "Listen." There was a rhythmic murmuring coming through the wall from the next room. Sharon stepped closer and could just make out a feminine voice repeating a litany of "Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby!" "They're busy," Nate grinned.

"I see." Sharon managed to keep a straight face. "Well, you all ought to think about breakfast -- and I've been reminded that there are outdoor facilities here. Maybe you all might want to do a bit of swimming in the pool? I'm sure Inez's daughter Bianca could show you around -- and it would take her mind off of her recent loss..."

"What loss? -- Oh! Bianca's father just died," Nora amplified for Nate. "That's not a bad idea, Mom -- but I might need you to help us clear it with Tenisha's folks. Tenisha didn't ask to stay until late -- Draper's suspicious nature took a while to overcome -- and her mom is suspicious that she's not where she said she is."

"Just call me," Sharon said, heading for the door. "In the meantime, when they finish, you might all clean up and head for the dining room, so the kitchen staff doesn't have to spend all morning on high alert."

"Sure, Mom," Nora agreed, "No problem."

Sharon swept out. Nate grunted, "A pool, huh? This place is the Ritz; you're gonna start thinkin' I love you for your stuff..."

"Well, that and the sex," Nora teased.

"Yeah, that too," Nate agreed, grinning. "Let's go speed them up." He nodded at the wall. "Besides, I wanna be able to talk shit about Draper layin' pipe..."

Nora giggled, "Like you don't?" Nate just grinned and stepped into his shorts.

Nora threw on a light robe, remaining naked beneath, and led Nate next door. Silently, they worked the knob and let themselves in to watch the other couple at their morning calisthenics.

Tenisha was kneeling upright over Draper's crotch, posting on his sizeable cock. She had her little litany down to an art form, the "Oh!" coming on the way up, and the "Baby!" punctuating the descent to a solid landing on Draper's pubic bone. Draper was mauling her pointed nipples as if he was tuning a radio, working and twisting the stiff nubs with both hands. Nate and Nora watched silently, standing there holding hands, out of Draper's sight and behind Tenisha, with a perfect view of Tenisha's ass riding up and down over the solid, purplish-black shaft impaling her pussy. Nate and Nora watched for a few moments, and Nora opened her mouth to speak when Tenisha came out with, "Oh shit! I'm gonna get another one!"

"Then hang on, 'cause I'm gonna get MINE, too!" Draper rasped, and, grasping her hips, lifted her a bit and proceeded to double the speed of their coupling from below in an impressive feat of athleticism. Tenisha's eyes bugged, "OooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHH! AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!" She started to shake as her peak arrived, but there would be no more pounding, anyway; Draper arched himself into her and the observers watched his heavy balls jump and his shaft pulse as he poured seed into his narrow girlfriend. "Yeah, shit!" he grunted through clenched teeth.

"Well, THAT looked good," Nora observed.

"Huh?" Draper collapsed, and leaned up on his elbows to look around Tenisha while her head swiveled around, wide-eyed.

"Yeh, I think so," Nate agreed, grinning. "I'd have to give that about an eight, anyway."

"Jeezus!" Draper rasped, "An' I was worried 'bout your Daddy!"

"Oh, we just came by to invite you to breakfast," Nora replied easily. "Look at it this way -- we COULD have knocked or something, and stopped you!"

Draper looked thoughtful, and Tenisha muttered, "Yeah, THAT woulda sucked."

"Anyway," Nora resumed, "I'm gonna call the kitchen and tell them we'll be there in about a half-hour, so we can all shower and stuff -- okay?"

"Sure," Tenisha agreed.

"By the way, you guys got any plans for the day?"

Tenisha glanced at Draper, "No..."

"I have a pool..."

"No shit?" Draper said wistfully. "Shit, I got no suit."

"No problem," Nora replied, "I bet we can scare up something. What about you, Tenisha?"

"Well, I don't have a suit, either," Tenisha murmured, eyeing Nora and transmitting the fact that one of Nora's suits wouldn't fit without actually saying it, "And my Mama..."

"Mom will call her and confirm your alibi -- she's already said she would!" Nora replied. "Besides, it's private -- we could probably skinny-dip, if we want... Let's talk about it at breakfast. You guys want anything special? Velma will probably want to stuff you with waffles or something..."

"Waffles?" Draper waxed enthusiastic. "I LOVE waffles! And bacon!"

"I been eating like a pig since I been here," Nate laughed. "I'm gonna need new clothes!"

Everybody laughed, and Nora hugged her narrow lover to her possessively. "Any other requests?" she asked.

Tenisha shrugged. "I can't eat like a horse -- it'll ruin my figure..."

Nate snorted, "Stick figure!"

"Nate!" Tenisha's squeal of outrage was drowned out in everyone else's laughter.

"We're gonna go get ready, now," Nora said, pulling Nate toward the door. "Besides," she observed, "You're dripping on the sheets..." Her expression was smug as she pulled the door shut.

Nora let Nate have the shower first while she called in the breakfast order. Velma, on the other end of the line, recommended, "Y'all oughta eat in da dinin' room, Missy. Yoah guests shouldn't be havin' ta hang out wit' da servant folk..."

"That's fine, Velma. We'll do that. Is Bianca around? We were thinking about trying out the pool, afterwards, and she could show us the ropes..."

"Ah'll ask." Velma turned to Inez, "Is Bianca around, Honey? Missy Nora says her an' her guests might hang out by da pool after breakfast, an' she could be with folk 'round her age..."

"Good idea," Sharon piped up. She'd arrived a few minutes before, and was sipping coffee while her French toast was being prepared. "In fact, I suggested it. Charles, do you think you could furnish a lifeguard? Pete, perhaps?"

Inez blinked. Pete might be an unfortunate choice in lifeguards, given Bianca's crush, but he was the obvious one, and better than Phillippe. "I will speak to her." She left the kitchen.

"I think so -- I'll check with Boris." The big Georgian and Ed had gone in the interim.

"That would be good," Sharon replied. "Look, both couples are having sex, so there is no requirement for him to chaperone -- just hang out to keep people from staying on the bottom of the pool, okay?"

Charles nodded. "I can't imagine why not."

"Inez is gonna go check, Missy," Velma passed to Nora. "We should know by the time y'all are ready."

"Thanks, Velma." Nora hung up and slid into the shower behind a soapy Nate. "Want me to wash your hair?"

"It's your funeral," Nate replied -- but it turned out she was good at it.

Breakfast was a major gathering. Velma turned out huge quantities of food for the four teens, Sharon, and Bianca, who had been encouraged to appear at the main table instead of in the kitchen. Inez and Leticia served -- and everyone got an eyeful of Leticia's bikini and tail. "What's with the tail?" Draper asked, when Leticia had left the room on a service run.

"Leticia exceeded her position," Sharon said with fake aplomb. "Armand -- Nora's father -- isn't a normal employer, as I am sure you've noticed. He employs some non-traditional methods of control -- something, by the way, that the individuals involved have all agreed to. Actually, she disparaged Nora's choices in friends and lovers, something that Armand -- and I -- felt was none of her business." She swept a significant glance over the group. "According to Armand, she does this periodically, and when she does, a stern response is required. This is... only part of it. You should all feel free to... ask a bit extra of her today, should the opportunity present itself. You are, after all, the injured parties."

"Ummm," was all Draper could get out.

"Mom," Nora pressed the point, because it wasn't clear yet, "I'm not sure we understand why she would have a horse tail attached to her bathing suit."

"It's not attached to her suit, Dear," Sharon replied, eyeing her coffee as if she were reading her fortune from it, "It's attached to Leticia. Inserted, in fact. You could say that since she decided to act like a horse's ass, we decided she should look like one..."

Nate coughed and rubbed his face to keep from laughing. Tenisha tittered. Even Bianca snorted. Draper gasped, "Ya mean it's stuck up..."

Sharon nodded. Leticia chose that moment to return with coffee and juice carafes, and was immediately uncomfortably aware that she was the subject of conversation. "Leticia, there's quite a bit of interest in your tail -- perhaps you should drop your bottoms and show it off?"

"Oh, no, Mistress! Please!" Leticia's eyes rolled. How humiliating!

"Well, it's up to them," Sharon observed, "but no one deserves to see you humiliated more..." She eyed the two couples.

There was a moment of silence before Tenisha asserted quietly, "That's all right. We don't have to see, do we, Draper?"

"I guess not." Obviously, Draper was 'doing the right thing' -- you could tell by his expression.

Nora took it up, "I guess we'll pass. There's no requirement that she get naked."

"... Unless I set one," came a voice from the doorway. Leticia looked up, her momentary relief at being reprieved laid waste. "Bring me a refill, Leticia," Armand added, holding out his cup.

"Yes, Sir." Head down, Leticia moved to refill Armand's cup. When she was done, Armand stalked around to the head of the table and sat. "While actual nudity might be unnecessary, I think it would be more aesthetically pleasing," he remarked. "Nonetheless, the women have spoken. On the other hand, I think it was more an expression of sexual solidarity than anything else -- I detected reluctance in Draper, and Nate has yet to be heard from." Nate looked thoughtful, but said nothing, and Armand nodded. "I propose a compromise: Leticia keeps her bottoms, but she is to allow a thorough examination through them. Clear an area, there, Leticia, between Nate and Nora, and bend over the table." Nora grimaced, but Nate merely shrugged and moved a syrup pitcher to his left, out of the way, leaving space for Leticia to brace her elbows on the table top between them. "After all," Armand added, "you two are the targets of Leticia's peculiar racism. You see, my Dear," he addressed Nora, "Leticia feels that you are unduly abasing yourself, and that young Nate is unworthy of your attentions..."

The comment freed Nate of any lingering inhibitions. "That true?" he asked Leticia, making a point of opening the slit in her bikini bottoms and peering inside. Nora made a sidelong examination of her own.

"Yes, Sir." Leticia was all contrition.

"Leticia," Armand added breezily, "feels that the best way for her to improve the gene pool is to throw children by a white man. As you can imagine, she felt that Nora is introducing pollutants..." He smiled, but it wasn't pleasant. "Sharon and I tend to agree with Nora; Nate has several admirable qualities, including loyalty and self-reliance..."

Armand gestured to indicate that Nate was to do as he pleased and he did so, gathering up the horsehair at the base of the fake tail at the point just above the rubber plug and tugging it gently. "Stuck, it looks like."

Armand nodded. "It's a standard conical plug with a narrow neck that the sphincter contracts around, holding it in. I can show you one, at some point; obviously, I have several lying around..."

"Yeh." Nate gave another tug. "That hurt?" he asked.

"It's... uncomfortable, Sir." Leticia was all respect.

"I bet." He queried Nora with a glance, but she waved him off -- she didn't want to touch it. Nate glanced across the table at Draper and Tenisha, who traded a look. Tenisha lost the contest; Draper's expression firmed and he got up to come around, and Tenisha, looking unhappy, followed.

Draper bent over to make the exam, "Damn!" Looking up, he addressed Armand, "You do this kinda thing alla time?"

Armand shrugged. "Regularly. With the victim's full permission. Isn't that true, Leticia?"

"Yes, sir."

"Damn." Draper wiggled the assembly, having taken over Nate's grip.

"I still think it would look better without the bikini bottoms," Armand opined. "More natural..."

"Quit teasing her, Daddy!" Nora snapped. "Either tell her to take them off, or don't!"

Armand shrugged, "I left that decision to you..." A wave took in the four of them, but his eyes were on the males. After a moment's emphasis, his eyes drifted to Nora's, challenging her.

Nora knew where this was headed. "Nate, Honey -- it's your call."

Nate didn't hesitate. "Shuck 'em," he grunted, then added, "An' I need some butter. Go get it, willya?" He pretended total indifference while Leticia carefully removed the bikini bottoms so as not to disrupt the tail too much -- but he watched her leave, eyeing the tail as it swayed gently to the flow of Leticia's ass cheeks as she walked. "Your Daddy's right," he observed.

"Well, maybe," she agreed. "In any case, what you do about her is up to you."

Nate noted the careful tone, as did Draper, who went back to his seat at the table; best not to get any further into this thing. Nate might think he had some control over Nora, but he KNEW better than to think he had similar control over Tenisha, and he'd just pushed things pretty hard.

Breakfast resumed, everyone pretending that servants with tails delivered their food every day. Nate, left to himself, might have made the woman drop her bikini top, too, but there was such a thing as inviting trouble, and pissing Nora off just didn't make sense. Nope, moderation was the thing... He accepted butter from Leticia on her return with the barest of nods and went on with his meal.

"We're going swimming after breakfast," Nora bubbled at Bianca, "but I've never used the pool. Do you think you could join us? Show us the ropes?"

Prepared, Bianca nodded, "Sure."

"We don't have suits," Tenisha interjected thoughtfully, "At least I don't."

Armand was blasé about it. "We probably have something kicking around. Leticia, ask Consuelo to take Tenisha here to the guest suite and see what they can find there." Turning to Tenisha, he added, "I've had any number of guests here, and we have a few things stored away for such an emergency. I'm sure you'll find something, although, frankly, it's private out there -- you needn't wear anything if you don't want to. Nude swimming is something done here all the time..."

"I told her that," Nora observed.

Leticia nodded at Armand and bustled out. Armand got up with his coffee and muttered, "I'll be in my study," and walked out.

Things got more casual instantly. "I still need to call my Mama," Tenisha announced.

Sharon nodded. "Certainly. And you need a solid alibi for last night, too, I understand? We can call after breakfast." Tenisha looked relieved.

In his study, Armand had Jason punch through to Witherspoon. "What have you got?"

"Well, certainly Rodday isn't happy -- Flood was a senior lieutenant, and he's seriously damaged. On the other hand, I'm not seeing anything major in the way of increases in security. The goons he has on site aren't impressive."

"The team he sent out last night weren't, either, apparently," Armand observed. "By the way, why was Tabitha out in the first place?"

"I gathered that there were at least two reasons," Witherspoon replied. "One was to see if she WAS, indeed, a lightning rod, and the other was to obtain a certain amount of privacy in which to test the status of her recovery. She managed to coerce my senior investigator on site into assisting with both tests."

"And how difficult was that?" Armand chuckled.

"Surprisingly difficult, I'm told," Witherspoon replied, unruffled. "He apparently considered the whole idea somewhat inexplicable, and inappropriate to their professional relationship -- but she was apparently both determined and insistent..."

"I see..." Armand didn't, really, but it didn't matter. "I would like to see Tabitha and her bodyguard at lunch, then. It's time to plan how we're going to bring Rodday to heel. You should be here, too -- or send a principal with the latest data."

"I'll probably send Scott," Witherspoon replied. "Matheson is fully capable of running this exercise, but Scott is also highly reliable and has the latest surveillance."

"Fine. Get word to Matheson that I'd like to see Tabitha here for lunch around noon."

"Will do, Sir." Witherspoon hung up.

"I still have no bright ideas regarding just how we're going to bring Rodday to heel," Armand grunted.

Jason shook his head. "We've embarrassed him, met with him, interfered with his thugs twice... We may need to get personal."

"You may be right," Armand agreed.

A telephone call that included a frank discussion of Tenisha and Draper's relationship and an invitation to visit the mansion allayed any remaining fears in Bess Porter and set up a lazy morning in the media room for the younger set. Bianca was made welcome, the difference in her age notwithstanding, and she drifted in and out freely while the two couples lazed around watching television. Leticia, not to be let off the hook, was the servant in attendance, tail and all -- which kept the scene from being too thoroughly domestic.

It turned out that swimsuits weren't to be an obstacle, after all; Consuelo, who had a better idea of guest wardrobe locations, led Tenisha to the pool house, locating a reasonably passable bikini (the top was a bit loose over Tenisha's tiny titties) in short order, pointing out some male outfits to her in passing for Nate and Draper. Tenisha picked up a Speedo, eyeing it speculatively, and Consuelo laughed, "If you don't want everyone seeing your man's cojones, Miss, you'd better avoid THAT!"

Tenisha grinned, "I might want to show him off..." Consuelo shrugged and offered a knowing glance; if Miss Nora's friend wanted her hunky boyfriend displayed, she'd look. On the other hand, perhaps a warning was in order... "Miss, this isn't a normal house. At least one of the female servants has servicing guests sexually on her list of duties..."

"Yeah." Tenisha thought about it. "The Wench, right?" She was something, too -- looked like a model or something. "Well, Draper knows better."

"With respect, Miss, men aren't that good at saying 'no'. It's not the way they're made. Saying no is OUR department. On the other hand, if a girl insists, well, men don't really know how to handle that..."

"You gotta point..." Tenisha laughed.

"It's what their little head is telling them to do anyway," Consuelo smirked. "At that point, it's two against one..." Tenisha was laughing as Consuelo left her at the media room door.

"All set?" Nora asked, glancing up from the TV.

"All set." Tenisha agreed.

"Piotr," Boris announced, sticking his head in the door of Pete's room, "the plan for the day has changed."

"Oh?" Pete looked up from Saturday morning television -- something he habitually watched while consuming his Friday night hangover cure of V-8 and several other ingredients. Breakfast wasn't Pete's meal on a good day; he usually couldn't look at food before nine a.m. Velma would lay him out a healthy snack at about ten, which would get him to lunch, after which things would pretty much stabilize. Saturdays, well, he tended to party on Friday nights...

The upshot of this was that he'd missed certain antics at breakfast. Boris proceeded to fill him in, "Da. The young Miss has several houseguests, and they want to use the pool. The back hedges will wait until tomorrow; I have been asked to supply you for lifeguard duty."

Pete rolled his eyes. "Thrills, chills, and spills..."

Boris grinned. "It should not be so bad. There are just two couples -- the young Miss and her lover, and another couple the same age. They are all... romantic?"

"Romantically involved?" Pete supplied. "They're sleeping together?"

"Da. Romantically involved. You are not a chaperone. As Charles put it, your job is to ensure that no one stays on the bottom of the pool." Pete shrugged. Chaperoning might have been better; now he'd probably have to watch them neck... Boris scratched his grizzled chest and rumbled reflectively, "There are some... compensations?"

"Oh?" Pete knew enough to be suspicious.

"Da. Little Bianca will be playing hostess." Boris grinned at Pete's expression as he took THAT in. "And Leticia will be seeing to their needs."

That threw Pete. "So?"

"Leticia made some comments about the young Miss and her friends that angered the Boss and... Sharon." Boris hadn't come up with a standard form of referral for the new mistress of the household. "She's being punished by having to serve them while dressed... oddly." Boris's smirk told Pete that this would no doubt be a sight to see. "You will get -- how you say? -- an eye full."

Pete blinked. Well, things were weird around here, off and on -- it was all part of the fun. "Okay. Any idea when?"

"No. Put on your suit, and wait here on call, I think. I will tell Leticia to let you know." Boris disappeared down the hall, leaving Pete to wonder when Boris had reached the point of being able to tell Leticia ANYTHING. That skinny bitch was pretty stuck up, and Boris wasn't in her chain of command... Shrugging, he went digging for his swim trunks.

Paul Matheson's cell phone burped and he went digging for it on the night table, moving gingerly to preserve the unaccustomed sound of snoring coming from the other side of his bed. Easing the bathroom door closed behind him, he announced himself, "Matheson."

It was Scott. "Mr. Wilson wants to see you and your girlfriend for lunch at noon," he needled Paul.

"My what?"

"Mistress?"

"Awright, cut it out!" Paul suffered Scott's fit of laughter. "What for?"

"I think they're going to talk over what to do next about Rodday," Scott replied. "I'll be there with the surveillance reports."

"And the plan?"

"Not formulated yet, I gather. They'll be looking for input from both of you. That's what the Boss says," Scott replied.

"Great." Paul rolled his eyes. "Okay, we'll be there. I don't THINK we're going to need a support team, but we're still both holding trackers."

"Davis and Chase replaced Christensen and Allenby across the street at eight a.m.," Scott replied. "We weren't about to take any chances that Rodday's people were any better than they appeared." He paused, then, "Anything you want to tell me before their report goes through the office like Grant through Richmond? How was she?"

"Jeezus!" Paul rubbed his face. The whole world would know by ten o'clock. "Well, let's just say that practice makes perfect. Since she was into it and not trying to get me off in record time -- something unusual, for her, I gather -- it was pretty damned incredible, actually. Best I've had in a loooooong time, if ever!"

You could hear Scott's grin over the phone. "Kinda surprising, since she don't look like much."

Paul shrugged. "She's well worn -- but apparently that means broken in. She certainly has better control over her various parts than any woman I ever slept with! That thing LOOKS like it's seen a million cocks, but it FEELS like you're the first! Well, maybe the second..."

Scott chuckled. "Maybe I'll take her up on her offer for a run-in."

Paul laughed. "Better put her in your budget, because after the freebie, you'll be addicted!"

Scott snorted, then moved on, "See you at the Wilson place about eleven-forty five."

"Right."

Tabitha had stopped snoring. As Paul approached the bed, she opened one eye, "We got trouble?"

"Depends on what you call trouble," Paul answered blithely. "Mr. Wilson wants to have us for lunch. Just to visit -- not to eat."

"We hope," Tabitha chuckled. "Is it jus' ta be sociable?"

"I think it's to figure out the best way to rap Rodday's knuckles."

"Huh! THAT'S gonna be fun..." She patted the bed. "Well, we got a while. C'mere an' snuggle up." Paul shrugged and climbed into bed beside her. "I s'pose we're s'posed ta have ideas?"

"Probably." Paul absorbed the feel of her hand wrapping itself around his already half-hard cock. "Got any?"

"Not so's you'd notice. Mmmmm." Paul had palmed her right 'fun bag' and was gently toying with her pierced nipple. "Never thought I'd say this, but that hurts SOOO good! Makes me wet. Y'all think ya can go again?"

It had been -- what -- four, five hours? But Paul was rock hard, already... "Looks like it."

"Damn sure feels like it, too! You got a coupla gallons stored up? You gonna kill us both!" Tabitha chuckled. She spread her narrow thighs, dragging him over her by her grip on his erection, rubbed it up and down her slit to open it up, and plugged him in with practiced motions.

"You do that like a pro," Paul observed, grimacing at the faux pas.

"Plenty 'o practice," Tabitha grunted, ignoring the gaffe. "I ain't practiced at enjoyin' the whole thing, though -- that's new! Y'all take your time, so's I can git me another one. An' if ya can, keep up the nipple work..."

"Let's see..." Paul dropped low, putting his elbows on the bed, which got his hands into position to tweak her nipples. He'd have never been able to do it with a more substantial woman, and even now there was the issue of moving to get in a stroke. "I don't think this is gonna work."

"Mebbe I can drive." Tabitha managed to wrap one leg behind Paul's knees and one over his lower back; by tightening them both, she could bury him. Relaxation and gravity handled the out-stroke. "Yeh. This'll work." She impaled herself a few times. "Yeah, I'm likin' this! Okay fo' you?"

With another woman, the lack of control might've sucked, but Tabitha's pussy was college educated at Whore U -- everything was fine. "I'm good. I'm probably gonna be all show and no go, anyway," Paul assured her.

"I bet not, but we're gonna play by the new rules, so I'm gettin' mine first, okay?"

"Sure." It felt great, anyway.

"Watch Mama work," Tabitha gasped. "Maul the left a little harder, willya? MY left..."

"Oh..." Paul twisted the nipple in his right hand, laying off the one in his left.

"Ummm, yeah..." Tabitha found that if she relaxed the tension on the leg draped over the small of Paul's back, she rode lower and got more clit action -- but he didn't get as much penetration, either, and there was a possibility that she'd back off too far and he'd pop out. It took some tuning, but she worked out this every other stroke thing where she went low and shallow, then high and deep. This kind of fuckin' was WORK, though -- it was like doing sit-ups, or something! Usually, all she had to do was wiggle it a bit and work her pussy, and pop! It was all over! On the other hand, she had a LOT of control, and she rode Paul's cock against ALL of her itchy spots... The nipple work was icing on the cake; soon, her ears were roaring and her legs were jumping, threatening to interfere with her final approach to a BIG one -- but that didn't happen, and clit friction set of the bomb: "WAAAAAA! Holy shit, Baby! Damn!" Tabitha started bashing herself against her husky partner to beat the band as the big one dragged her in, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, fuuuuuck!" She crashed back to the mattress, gasping, "Whew!" Panting, she got out, "Gimme a minute, Lover, an' I'll see you get yours... Leave off the nips an' stroke fer a bit."

Paul let go and raised himself onto his hands to take over the active part of the act, and murmured, "Don't worry about me -- I'm probably two weeks ahead of schedule," -- but it didn't keep him from stroking.

Tabitha recognized the demurral for what it was. "Shut up, Baby. You pleased Mama, an' now Mama is gonna please YOU! If y'all run outta spunk, it'll be somethin' for ya to remember when you're all clogged up again, won't it?" With that, she put her pussy to work again.

Now, it had NEVER been BAD, exactly. In fact, it remained Number One in Paul's experience all through the act, and the pulses she gave off at orgasm had been something -- but Paul was into thirds, and while he felt like he could stroke all day and get pleasure from it, he didn't REALLY see a third shot coming.

Tabitha changed all that. She put her twat to work, and suddenly, there was a rolling pulsation to her clasp that made every stroke just a bit different -- not a lot, that might have been too distracting. No, this changed things just a bit, taking the flange of his glans at a different point of every stroke and providing all of the variety that he needed to feel like he was being caressed EVERYWHERE without Paul having to make any adjustments of his own. Paul gave in to the imperative to speed up, then to pound as the urgency rose and rose in him.

Tabitha suddenly wailed, "Shit, you're gonna get me again!" and wrapped her legs around him, bucking against him -- and Paul was over the peak, not fighting to get there, but rather fighting to hold back! That only lasted three strokes before he lost control and began spurting into Tabitha's clasping tunnel. He looked up to chide Tabitha about treating him like a john -- acting all worked up so he would get off -- but he got a shock; Tabitha's eyes had rolled up and he could see every tendon in her neck as she fought to get hers. Paul kicked it back into gear and Tabitha let out a series of strained grunts before collapsing, exhausted.

Paul let up. All in all, he was amazed: First, he'd managed to get another shot off -- and second, Tabitha had OBVIOUSLY had a helluva time! Okay, maybe she was a consummate actor, but...

She wasn't. Looking up at him, she gasped, "Damn, Baby, how do you DO that? I jus' don't get 'em like that!"

Paul shrugged. "Nothing magical about me..." He rolled off and crashed beside her while they both thought about it.

Sex had been good before Nate's daddy had got Tabitha in trouble -- but it brought painful reminders of her stupidity afterward. Welfare sucked -- and it didn't pay for dope, which she'd gotten more and more into after love went out the window. She got broke and hard up for something to take the edge off and gone begging to her connection, Weasel Bronson -- and he'd offered to dole out a little if she gave him a piece. Next thing she knew, he'd handed her off to ol' Myra Westlake, who taught her the tricks of the trade -- but it was already dead; she'd gotten nothing out of her couple of run-ins with the Weasel except gooey between the legs. Things went up and down while she tried this and that and finally learned to control her habit somewhat, but sex was just mildly pleasant when she had a buzz on and a reasonably simple way to pay the bills when she didn't.

This last night had been a real surprise! Paul, who claimed to be nothing much (and probably wasn't, Tabitha admitted, given her vast experience), had managed to scratch her itch -- what? -- three, four times? What the fuck? What was so different? Well, her moneymaker hadn't been busy since that bastard in the mask tore it up, but so what? Hell, it was a little sore! Was it the fact that she was tryin' to have fun? Her hand stole down to her clit and she gave it an experimental rub. Usually, if she got tense, she'd rub herself off -- and it'd take a while -- fifteen or twenty minutes if she had peace and quiet and no major worries about being busted in on. This morning, five minutes off a good-sized cum, it was -- twitchy! Damned thing was SENSITIVE! She glanced over at Paul; dammit, he was watching! Shit! She caught his eye, embarrassed.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Damned thing's lit up like a Christmas tree, an' I got more nuts than I've had in years overnight -- an' one five minutes ago! Don' make sense..." She mused a moment. "Look, I wanna try an esper'ment; can you, umm, diddle me an' keep an eye out how long it takes?"

"Sure." Paul reached down and took over, running a finger along her gash and over her clit hood. "How's that?"

"Good. Nice. Kinda circle on it, willya? An' get a time -- you've started..." Tabitha moved a bit, her breath catching.

"How long should it take?"

"Forever, I figger," Tabitha grunted. "If I do it, it oughta take twenty minutes; somebody else, who don't know what's good and what ain't, oughta never get me there..." But she was already breathing hard, and Paul could feel her clitoris growing larger and harder as blood suffused it. "Shit!"

"What?" Paul almost stopped.

"I ain't gonna last no twenty minutes..." She had a handful of sheet and her hips were tensing. "I figger maybe five..."

"Let's party, then." Paul concentrated on his finger work. Over the next couple of minutes, Tabitha became more and more agitated, gasping and cursing and moving everything but her crotch, which she was obviously holding in place to make it easy for him. "Want anything else?"

"Mebbe y'all could kiss me or sumpthin'..."

"Wouldn't that ruin the experiment?" Paul teased.

"Oh, shut up and..." Suddenly, there was a hand cupping the back of his head, and there was no fighting it. Tabitha's lips opened and he slid his tongue between them -- and immediately another sinewy arm pinned his to Tabitha's torso while she bucked and squealed into his mouth.

In a moment, she released him and collapsed, panting. "Shit! How long?"

"About six minutes."

"Damn!" So what was it? Paul? Nah. Being tenderized by her attacker? She doubted it. So what else? "Don' make sense. All of a sudden I'm hot to trot?"

"Well, you're feeling things more intensely," Paul offered. "Usually, you're on something, to pad the sharp edges; now you're not. It works both ways, you know."

"What?"

"Dope," Paul replied. "It keeps things from being too awful -- but it also keeps things from getting really good! Dulls the senses..."

"Oh." Tabitha reflected a moment, scratching her ribs. "I dunno. It was kinda broke already when I started doin' dope..."

"When was that?"

"Seriously? 'Round the time I got pregnant wit' Nate."

Paul shrugged. "Could have been pregnancy. Sex is in the head, though. Who was Nate's daddy?"

Tabitha shrugged. "Some shit-talker. I don' remember any more. Don't matter -- he hit the bricks as soon as I come up pregnant."

Paul nodded. "You don't WANT to remember. You were probably pretty unhappy at the time, and sex and romance were what got you into trouble. That probably spoiled the mood for you for some time. Next, you were proving that you could do sex without being emotionally involved -- and dope only made it easier."

"Mebbe." Tabitha squinted at the ceiling. "I was hot to trot in High School -- Nate's daddy wasn't my first dick, by a long shot. I got stupid an' sloppy an' fucked up..."

"... And that put a damper on things," Paul posited.

"A LOT o' things!" Tabitha agreed.

"Well, it's old news by now," Paul pointed out, "and you're working on feeling, instead of NOT feeling. All in all, it kind of makes sense."

"So it's good again." Tabitha frowned. "DAT could be a problem!"

Paul shrugged. "I can't advise you on the issues of the world's oldest profession, but I know that I enjoy sex a lot more if my partner does..."

Tabitha shrugged. "High end shit can afford that -- but when you're goin' for volume, ya cain't lay in bed tellin' him how hot he is; it's a waste of valuable time!"

"So, being a class act is attitude?"

Tabitha waved deprecatingly at her narrow form, "I ain't NEVER gonna be a class act, startin' THIS late. Things are pretty tore up."

Paul shrugged. "I dunno. You just TOLD me it's all attitude. I know that I've just finished the finest night of sex I've EVER had. Looks can be deceiving, and word of mouth..."

"... Will get me arrested again," Tabitha chuckled. "Mebbe I'll jus' move in with you an' live in sin."

"You'd kill me," Paul grinned. "But I'd die happy."

Tabitha chuckled. "That's a fair crack at a compliment -- for comin' in the back door! Le's get a shower."

Paul nodded and watched the narrow black woman pad un-self-consciously toward the bathroom, her ass-cheeks managing to produce a saggy jiggle. Well, it had been great -- stupendous -- but it was over...

Darla Jean and Randall were pretty subdued as they departed Mary's place in Randall's car. It had been a long, busy, strange night. Both of them would probably be facing some amount of questioning from their parents, and both of them were preparing their defenses for those encounters, but first there were some other issues to be dealt with.

"So, umm, wild night," Darla Jean kicked it off.

"Yeah, pretty surprising." Randall appeared to be concentrating on his driving.

"Good surprising, or bad surprising?" Darla Jean queried. Had she run Randall off? That would suck -- he was, well, pretty incredible...

"Good, I guess," Randall replied. "At the start, I figured I'd just maybe get a chance to apologize, and that would be it. Everything else..."

Darla Jean pushed her hair back out of her face. "Well, I wasn't thrilled with the whole conspiracy thing, but I wasn't REALLY unhappy with the results."

"I learned that," Randall mused. "Then everything got crazy..."

Darla Jean nodded. Everything had. First, there had been the pool party -- a wild scene if there ever was one -- then that crazy blowjob experiment... Finally, something that just missed an orgy, largely by virtue of the fact that each group (Teddy, Mary, and Stick weren't a couple, after all...) stuck to their own partners... Question was, where did that leave THEM? "Too crazy?"

"Um. Well..." Certainly, things had gone a great distance beyond anything Randall had envisioned, on a number of fronts. If his Dad learned that he'd sucked a cock... Randall shuddered, something Darla Jean detected and took no comfort from. "Do you see that kind of thing as 'normal'?"

"Huh! Not even!" Darla Jean exclaimed. "Who knows when we'll do something like THAT again?" Last night had gone some distance beyond anything she had conceived of previously...

"Well, it might leave a taste for such things..." Randall said guardedly.

Darla Jean flinched. "There wasn't much more that could have happened..."

But there was, and both knew it. It could have been Darla Jean in the daisy-chain between Teddy and Stick, for instance. Both of them saw flashes of different combinations of themselves and the other three -- the kinds of things that a real orgy would have produced. Randall gave voice to the though, "Oh, I dunno. There were a bunch of things..."

"Yeah." Darla Jean gathered herself. "What if...?"

Randall grimaced. "Well, we got that far, but..."

"Are we still okay?" Was their agreement at the pool still in force? Or had things gone too far?

Randall frowned into the windshield. "I think so. I'm okay if you are..." Was he wild enough? She'd encouraged it -- but what about all that queer-bait stuff?

"I'm good." Darla Jean paused a moment. "If I'd..."

Randall scratched his head. "I dunno. I just dunno."

"Well, we talked about others..."

"Yeah," Randall nodded. "We did. But last night would have been too soon -- 'way too soon. I'm not... comfortable... yet. As it was, we pushed the edge of the envelope pretty far, don't you think?"

Darla Jean relaxed. "Yeah, we did. REAL far! I think you're right -- we should concentrate on each other for a bit and get grounded. I don't figure we'll see a night like last night any too often... Want to meet Mom?"

Randall thought about it as he pulled up to the curb. "Think that's smart?"

"Probably not," Darla Jean sighed. "Not at the moment. Give me some time to prepare her a bit. You'll need to work on your folks, too, if I'm gonna get seen over there..."

"Yeah, that'll be interesting," Randall agreed. "Let's not mention the blowjob experiment, huh?"

"Good plan." Darla Jean leaned over and kissed him quickly, and was gone before he could recover. "Bye!" she waved over her shoulder. Randall waved back, then put the car in gear.

It was nearly eleven before everyone got motivated and pointed at the swimming pool; first, the couples had to go back to their rooms and change, and almost no one was thrilled with the idea of wearing some swimsuit someone else had previously worn under God knew what conditions. Oddly, the males complained the loudest, Nate worrying about crabs and Draper mumbling about color.

Bianca met them at their rooms and led them out back, past the sauna and the sunroom where two hot tubs sat burbling under protective covers, and on out onto the deck, which fronted a sizeable swimming pool. The pool was half-surrounded by the house, two wings extending along half of the length; the other half was made private by a sizeable hedge a few yards beyond the far edge that merged into the fencing surrounding the rest of the formal back yard. Invisible behind the hedges was a substantial wall -- but no one present except Bianca realized that. "Eh, pretty nice!" Nate commented. Draper nodded and Tenisha murmured agreement as they wandered along the edge, exploring.

"I swim here a lot in the summer," Bianca offered. "It's very nice, especially in the afternoon."

"How deep is the deep end?" Draper asked, covering a bit of agitation. Draper was a poor swimmer.

"Deep enough for diving," Bianca replied, missing the concern, "but it comes back up to five feet very quickly -- see the red line? Although for me, five feet is deep..." At five foot three, Bianca was easily the shortest of the group.

Draper nodded, and Nate, who knew that his friend wasn't that comfortable around water, moved on, "So what do ya do out here, 'sides swim?"

Bianca colored a bit. "Well, sunbathe. It's usually just me..." Now that Miss Nora was going to be around periodically, maybe things wouldn't be so boring.

Leticia arrived, leading a somewhat bemused Pete. The tail thing was pretty wild, and looked good swishing along her dark chocolate legs as she walked. Leticia had been a whole lot less snooty than normal when she came to get him too; maybe she should wear the tail all the time... Looking up, he took in his charges. Miss Nora was there in a blue and white bikini that wasn't really able to hide her odd proportions -- still, there were a lot of good parts on display, and if you were an ass man, she was a dream.

The black girl was pretty thin, but she had a nice, round ass. The top of her light magenta bikini was obviously loose, but there were serious points poking out the cups. Pete had seen worse.

Bianca was a vision, as usual. Shorter than the other girls, her curves nonetheless had both of them outclassed, largely because her proportions were closer to the norm than Nora's. The red-trimmed white bikini she wore managed to look less demure than it actually was. Pete reflected that they would all look good in wet T-shirts -- even Tenisha, with those nipples...

The guys were, well, guys. Nate, Pete had seen before, but not in this state of undress. Thin and hard, showing ribs above his six-pack, he looked like you could ram him right through a sheet of plywood and not hurt him. The other teen was a good deal huskier, sporting a lot of smooth muscles -- not someone you wanted to pick a fight with. "Hi, I'm Pete," he introduced himself.

He was greeted by wary nods among the blacks and a quiet, "Hi, Pete," from Nora. Clearly, they weren't absolutely certain of his purpose. "You guys go on with whatever you were up to," he said nonchalantly, "I'm just here to see to it that nobody stays on the bottom of the pool too long and clogs up the filter." He turned and took up a lounger, and the younger set relaxed visibly.

"So you're not like a chaperone," Nate asked guardedly.

"Nope. I hear you guys are all couples and have already had advanced anatomy, so I don't have to be your moral guardian," Pete replied airily. "You all can do as you like, all right?"

"Yeh." Nate nodded and turned his attention to Nora, "Let's go swimmin', then."

It took a few minutes, but soon everyone was splashing around and playing grab-ass -- except Bianca, who was dangling her legs in the water on the deep end. None of the others had a whole lot of pool time, so serious swimming was out. Leticia stood by, trying to look impassive; Pete watched her try to settle herself in a settee, grimace, and get back up -- apparently, the tail wasn't any too comfortable to sit on. Mostly, Pete tried to scope Bianca without getting caught at it -- something difficult, since Bianca was trying to do the same thing. The little fox's eyes always seemed to be there -- never locking on him directly, just taking him in as background -- or pretending to...

Leticia might have caught the pair, but she was too busy wallowing in embarrassment and humiliation. Miss Nora's beau, Nate, made a point of eyeing her every few minutes, boldly, somewhat angrily, keeping the heat turned up. What Leticia DIDN'T know was that it was all a put-on -- Nate wasn't that wildly angry. More than anything else, he felt sorry for the woman, but this was a prime opportunity to rake an older woman over the coals, and he couldn't pass it up!

"Was she really that bad?" Nora whispered in an aside.

"Nah. I'm just pullin' her chain. It's good for her, I bet. Besides, I'm gettin' a kick out of it," Nate whispered back, favoring Leticia with another quick glare.

"It's mean," Nora insisted.

"Your Daddy'd do it," Nate replied. "If we don't punish her enough, he'll think of something else. I'm doin' her a favor."

"Maybe," Nora agreed half-heartedly.

"For sho'," Nate insisted. "Your Daddy'd get a kick out of me gettin' her pregnant -- except that it'd screw us up. He as much as said so!"

Nora thought about it. "You're probably right," she granted. "Why does he get a kick out of such things, do you think?"

Nate scratched his head. "Power. It's really personal -- an' really intense. I don't wanna be on the receiving end, that's for sure!"

"Mmmm," Nora agreed. She turned another look on Leticia, and worked it into a glare. "Might as well help, I guess."

"Hey, let's do somethin'!" Tenisha yelled across the pool. "Play a game!"

"Marco Polo?" Nate rolled his eyes.

"Ugh!" Draper grunted.

"Naw, that's kid stuff!" Tenisha agreed. "Something else?"

"Camel fights?" Nate suggested.

"Only two couples?" Draper shot it down.

"Maybe not..." Nora interjected. "Hey Bianca! Wanna do camel fights?"

Bianca blinked. "Camel fights?"

"Yeah," Tenisha explained. "You get up on somebody's shoulders and wrestle, trying to throw the other team off-balance!"

Bianca thought about it. "I don't have a..."

"I bet Pete would carry you!" Nora interjected. All eyes swung to Pete.

"Uhhh..." Fuck, yes, he'd carry her! But was that smart? Best act reluctant. "Well, I could, I guess... If she wants me to..."

"Sure." Bianca worked hard at not showing any wild excitement -- but it WAS difficult!

"Okay," Pete took charge. "Three teams, then. Do we want to swap around?"

"Nah," Nate argued, something that brought relief to both of the new combatants, "Le's stick with what we got."

"Okay. Keep it in the center of the pool -- we don't want anybody cracking their head on the edge!" Pete admonished. If you back off to the edges, you're out of it -- but you lose, too!" He hadn't done this kind of thing in a while; it should be a kick! And carrying Bianca...

"Yeh." "Sounds good!" The other two males were in full agreement. Nate added, "Awright, then -- let's mount up!" The girls were busy giggling.

There was a concerted rush for the edges, and everyone got organized. Early on, it was clear that there were some mismatches. Climbing atop Nate's narrow shoulders accentuated Nora's oversize fundament, but neither complained, Nate limiting himself to, "Let's work from deeper..." That would make Nora easier to carry and, more important, balance. Nate was fully capable of carrying her, but they'd need every advantage. Trying to haul Tenisha around with her seated atop Draper was going to be a project! "Hey! Can mounts help?" Nate hollered.

"Yah." Draper agreed. Frankly, it was just another advantage for him...

"Sure." Pete wasn't likely to argue, either. Bianca was gingerly working her legs over Pete's shoulders, hoping that he couldn't smell her excitement at settling her crotch against him. Fortunately, the chlorine masked quite a bit. But she was damp, thinking about Pete's beautiful cock...

That cock was rampant, too; Pete was glad for the cover of the water, for he was sporting serious wood! He put a hand up on either thigh to steady her; it seemed like the junction pressed against his neck was running twenty degrees hotter!

"Le's wander around a little bit -- get used to shit!" Nate suggested. Bianca was obviously unused to her seat -- and maybe sorta distracted...

"Good idea," Pete returned. He pushed out into the center of the pool. Rubbing Bianca's left thigh, he said, "See if you can get used to being up there. The best thing is to try to keep yourself upright above me no matter what I do." He began leaning back and forth, forcing her to lean in the opposite direction. Bianca squealed and her eyes popped, but she compensated for his movements.

Nate and Nora and Tenisha and Draper were running the same series of experiments. Leverage was limited for Nate, but he was damned if he'd complain. Draper had it easier, but Tenisha wasn't gifted for balance; she managed to overbalance and topple off of him without even coming into contact with another couple, to the laughter of the others.

Pete looked up at Leticia and announced, "I think you'd better go get some towels, don't you?" What the snooty black woman was going to do about the suggestion was open to question...

Well, not as far as Leticia was concerned -- not today, anyway. She nodded meekly and strode off.

"Everbody ready?" Draper queried. Despite Tenisha's spill, Draper figured they'd have it easy.

"Yeh, I guess," Nate agreed. Nora nodded solemnly.

Pete patted Bianca's thigh, "Ready?"

"Okay," came the meek response.

"Then let's go get 'em!"

Draper and Tenisha bore down on Nate, but true to plan, he kept himself and Nora in deep water. Nate and Nora's withdrawal kept Tenisha focused until Pete and Bianca could arrive, at which point Tenisha had to turn her entire attention to the off-side attack. Bianca's initial attack was tentative, but Tenisha's response was ferocious, so she rapidly got into the swing of things, grabbing for skinny arms, pulling and pushing. Pete swept them past, keeping Draper busy -- and allowing Nate and Nora to commence another attack! Tenisha, overbalanced from turning to engage Bianca and Pete as they drifted past on her right, fell screeching victim to a push delivered by Nora from her left and behind -- but an instinctive grab turned up part of Nora's bikini top and almost unseated HER, too!

Everybody backed off while Tenisha came up, sputtering, her bikini top wedged under her armpits and both nipples showing. She started hauling at it, but caught Draper's grin, stopped and pulled it off, tossing it onto the pool deck. "One less thing for you two to grab onto!" she announced defiantly.

Nora, who'd almost had her top jerked from her by that last grab, stopped trying to get her left breast seated, frowned eyeing Bianca for a moment, then deliberately reached back and undid her top, too. "You don't have to, but they're a liability," she told Bianca.

Bianca thought about it -- furiously. Arguably, she was the most well-developed female present, and these boys had never seen her breasts. Pete might have -- she kind of hoped he had; there had been a couple of deliberate sunbathing exposures for that sole purpose... The other guys were in steady couples, though, and having Pete see her was a plus, so... Reaching up, she peeled her top over her head.

Pete really, REALLY wanted to see the results of that move, but his position sucked for making THAT happen. Still, there ought to be some way... He swung them around so that they were facing the sunroom, and got an inadequate glimpse in the reflection from the glass -- but Tenisha was re-mounted, and Nate and Nora were bearing down on them, so he swung back to his right to allow Bianca an opportunity to take them more or less head on. The two of them went at it, Nora's size and age granting her an advantage that Pete worked on Nate in an attempt to undercut -- but he discovered that Nate was every bit as hard as he looked, his wiry frame resistant to Pete's efforts. Ultimately, however, Nate had to shift positions, and Nora, refusing to disengage, overbalanced -- but she maintained her grip on Bianca and ripped her from Pete's shoulders to fall into the water with her.

Laughing, Pete asked, "Everyone okay?" but he wasn't looking around -- his eyes were glued to Bianca and her bobbing breasts! He collected responses by ear as he followed her to the pool edge and helped boost her out; Bianca made sure he got an excellent view while she rearranged herself and prepared to re-mount.

Nora watched this procedure in some surprise; evidently, Bianca had no problem with having Pete get an eyeful. Of course, Pete was a hunk... On the other hand, Pete was older -- a LOT older than Bianca. Heck, he was a lot older than herself, Nora figured -- mid- to late- twenties, anyway -- it would be like her chasing a college senior, or maybe an assistant professor! For Bianca, well... She shrugged; surely it was out of the question...

Pete looked up and discovered that Leticia had returned and was placing a stack of towels on a lounger. Looking at her, he got to thinking... Well, it worked before... "Leticia, you're overdressed! Nobody else has a top on..."

Leticia looked blankly at Pete, then turned to pick up Nate's eyes. Normally, she'd have lit into Pete for the suggestion, but this wasn't normally -- and Nate's narrowed eyes told her what her response should be. In fact, Nora's arched eyebrow would have been enough in and of itself. Leticia reached back and undid her bikini top, revealing her small breasts. Nate nodded satisfaction and went back to what he was doing; if he didn't know any better, he'd think that all black chicks belonged to the itty bitty titty committee, he thought, smirking. Of course Draper preferred that kind of thing, so Tenisha watched him narrowly, but he had better sense than to make any obvious moves.

The three couples reorganized and went at it again; this time, Nora took a spill first, and Tenisha and Bianca were in the final. Tenisha was tenacious, and eventually managed to upset the technically smaller Bianca, but it was a near thing; she ended the bout waving comically as she fought to retain her balance, and only a solid brace from Draper kept her from dunking herself again.

Round three was heavy combat. Nora and Bianca double-teamed Tenisha, Nora using her tendency to follow too far to tip her over Draper's shoulders with a strategically applied push while she was attacking Bianca frontally. Then Nora and Nate closed on Bianca and Pete and the real fight began. Pete was a stable platform, and Bianca, although smaller, was every bit as voluptuous as Nora -- and she had the good sense to disengage when it looked like she was going to overbalance! Finally, Pete got a foot behind Nate's right knee and forced a collapse, and Nora hit the water.

That put an end to things; the various couples made for the edges of the pool to sit and rest, dangling their feet in the water and laughing and bragging about their various engagements -- an activity cut short when Sharon stuck her head out the patio door and announced, "Nate, your mother's here!"