But they didn’t. Sally’s hand on his cock through his jeans had Fred thinking about nothing but where he was going to be putting it in a few minutes — this bitch’s juicy pussy! He paid only enough attention where he was going to avoid being run over; when they pulled into Beth’s driveway, he had virtually no idea how he’d gotten there. It wasn’t important; he’d puzzle it out when he left this bitch freshly fucked on her bed.
Sally was having a blast — which made her responses genuine. She’d never exercised this kind of power over a male — and she couldn’t believe that he was sucking up all of her obvious ploys and looking for more! "C’mon — we’ll go in my mother’s room!" she caroled, leading Fred by the hand. "She won’t be home for HOURS!"
Once in Beth’s room, Sally flipped her top over her head. "You gotta get out of those jeans if we’re gonna do anything! Ooo! Nice muscles!" Stepping out of her skirt, she added, "I look okay for seventeen, don’t you think?"
"Baby, you look good for ANY age!" Fred growled, working his way out of his jeans.
"Gotcha!" Lon hissed, watching the byplay on the monitor in Toby’s room…
Sally did what she was supposed to do next, going for the towels. Fred turned to watch her, licking his thick lips — and Toby and Lon got a clear shot of his face. "Okay, we have the basics," Toby whispered. "Once he sticks it to her…"
" … We move on to Phase Two," Lon hissed. He stood and started collecting their gear.
"Keep it together, Man," Toby warned. "You get mad, you’ll make mistakes and things will fall apart. This is about getting even…"
Sally backed herself onto the bed and waved Fred forward. Bitch is in a serious hurry to get her twat poked! Fred thought and he crawled up onto the bed. 'No pussy fingering or cock sucking — just feed me that dick… '
The position was perfect; they had all of the basics as Fred slid himself between Sally’s legs and nosed his cock into her cunt. Sally had no trouble with him — he was about Lon’s size, anyway — and she WAS hot from all the warm-up. Now it was time to see how long she had to fuck this guy before Lon and Toby got there…
The answer was not long. The boys were already partially prepared and as soon as Fred was buried in Sally and flexing his muscular ass to drive his cock into her, they started stealthily moving into position.
Fred’s first inkling that he was in trouble was the ominous triple-click that thus far he had only heard on television — and the feel of something cold and cylindrical at the base of his neck. "Hey, Lover Boy — don’t you ask permission before you fuck somebody else’s woman?"
SHIT! "Hey, I didn’t know, Dude…" Fred started to turn his head. "Hold still, Man!" The voice behind him grated, "I REALLY don’t want to mess up my chick with your brains!"
"Sure, sure! Okay, okay!" Fred placated, totally freaked.
"You cool out, Man, and maybe I won’t have to do anything rash!" Lon grated.
The gun was a starter’s pistol — something Lon had used in training to get used to its use when starting races. Fred wasn’t in any serious danger — but then he didn’t know that…
"Give me your left arm, real slow," Lon directed. "Just so you know, there’s more than just me, here, so don’t get stupid."
"Okay, cool…" Fred balanced himself on one arm, putting his other behind him. One dude he might be able to deal with, but two? He was in deep shit…
Toby clicked a handcuff on it, then announced himself by directing, "Now the other hand. Go ahead and drape yourself on um, Mary’s tits…"
"Eyes straight ahead!" Lon prompted, maintaining contact between the pistol’s muzzle and Fred’s neck.
"Shit," Fred whined, disgusted, eyeing Sally from between her breasts, "Why the fuck didn’t you warn me 'bout THIS shit?"
Sally opened her mouth, but she couldn’t think of anything in character to say; Lon rescued her by chuckling, "Would it have made any difference?" The cuffs applied, Lon pulled Fred up and back by his linked arms while Toby pulled a leather hood over Fred’s head and laced it up. The hood was similar to the ones that he and Lon were wearing — fetish items that Toby’s father had acquired for use while abusing Beth — except that it was accessorized with a leather blindfold that snapped over the eyeholes. Waving Sally off the bed, he taunted Fred, "Jeez, Lover Boy, what happened to your meat?" When Fred failed to respond, Lon prodded him, "I’m looking for an answer…"
"Something 'bout guns, I guess," Fred replied shakily. Fred was well and truly fucked — and he knew it. His hands were out of action; even if he managed to kick the shit out of one of them, there were two — not counting Mary — and he couldn’t see a damned thing. The hood wasn’t any simple blindfold, either; he’d never get it off…
"Well, too bad, I guess you didn’t get a nut…" Lon obviously didn’t REALLY feel very solicitous. "I don’t see any rubber … Mary, Lover Boy didn’t use a rubber?"
"Uh, no…" Sally wasn’t really prepared for this.
"So you didn’t give a shit whether she got pregnant, did you, Lover Boy? And I don’t know whether you’ve got some nasty STD that you just gave my woman, either!" He swatted Fred upside his head. "You don’t have any manners at all, do you?"
"Uhhh, I’m clean!" Fred howled.
"Huh! Maybe!" Lon grunted, laying the pistol aside. "Do I believe you?" Actually, it WAS an open question… "Now I can’t fuck my woman until she sees a doctor and he takes a bunch of tests … You’ve deprived me of a fuck hole, Lover Boy — what are you gonna do about it?"
"I’ll, uh, pay…" Fred was trying to figure out how to worm his way out of this one. He’d fucked up royally, and he was in deep shit…
"That’s for DAMN sure!" Lon roared. Turning to Sally, he asked, "Did he shoot in you?"
"No…"
"So, all this trouble and you didn’t even get to cum…" Lon shook his head, mostly for Toby’s cameras — including the movie camera that Toby was now wielding. "I’ll have to think about that, I guess…" He pondered theatrically. "In the meantime, I’ve got a hard dick and no fuck holes…"
Sally was following Toby’s gestures and piling up pillows the way they had been in practice the day before when Lon shocked her with, "I think you owe me a fuck, Lover Boy — don’t you?"
"What?" It was too bad the others couldn’t see them; Fred’s eyes bugged. "Awww, FUCK! NO!"
Sally’s eyes popped, too! The guys were gonna fuck Mr. Carter? Really?
"Maybe I’ll settle for a suck…" Lon mused, circling around in front of Fred, "but you’re in the wrong position…" Toby gave Fred a shove and he fell forward onto the pillows. "No, that’s too far! Get back up on your knees, Lover Boy! Now back up!" Fred struggled back to his knees, still flopped forward, and then backed until Toby’s hand on his ass stopped him. Fear and surprise caused Fred to reverse directions, but Lon stopped him, "No, that’s good — I’ve got you right where I want you. What do you think of that, Lover Boy?"
Fred opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was scared shitless. The hand on his ass was rubbing it…
Sally, realizing that she was superfluous for the moment, was hopping from foot to foot; Toby waved her onto the bench in front of his mother’s make-up mirror.