Be My Guest Ch. 22: Jumbo Shrimp

"'Cause I'm just a girl, oh, little old me... " No Doubt!

Who needed an alarm when you forget to silence your phone. Evidently, Gwen was calling. Groggy from painkillers, Heidi Baker stirred on her squeaky air mattress. She wished that she had stayed in Zach's bed. Too much going on there she had limped to her room and collapsed. Ow! Who knew hickies could hurt so bad. Well, that and contorted muscles from her on-stage, off-stage free-for-all at Moolah Rouge.

Stretching for her cell lying on the floor and plugged into its charger Heidi squinted at the actual caller. "Shit! It's Cleopatra. I overslept." Answering it she tried to appear wide awake. "Hey, Queenie!"

"I'll be there in ten minutes. I realized I need to stop and get gas first. It's going to be a hot day you might want to dress thin, bruised ego or not."

"Once I'm out and about, I won't care who sees all of these hickies. Make it fifteen, I need a shower, I'm moving slow."

"Twenty it is! I'll drop by Dunkin' Donuts for a Latte. Want one?"

"No. A glazed donut sounds good. Maybe an OJ. I'll pay you when you get here."

"It's on me. You will be spending enough on dresses from my auntie. Her shop just opened."

"I didn't know she had a shop. I thought her business was out of her home."

"It is. She has a shop in her garage. Sign on the street."

"Oh, okay! Are you sure the white girl is welcome?"

"Duh! My dad is white."

"Oh, yeah! Sorry! You did say the neighborhood was a bit iffy."

"It can be. You're with me though. The gangs like me."

"That sounds ominous."

"They know my cousin Claymore. He's a Marine. Well, was! He came home and started an autobody shop. Big boy Clay is nobody to mess with and they know it. He can clock you with a monkey wrench at sixty feet away. He lives next door to Auntie Halo. He and my Uncle Rudy run the autobody."

"Nice! Wait! I thought your auntie was named Babs. Will I meet Claymore today?"

"It is, Babs, Barbara. Her church calls her Halo so, we sometimes call her that. If he's not too busy. Don't get any ideas, your body is in no shape for any bull riding."

"Don't nudge me... I mean, judge me." She snickered! "Pump that high octane. I'll unlock the door for you, just come on in."

"Zach sleeping in? Mom said he took today off. Motorcycle troubles."

"Yeah! I think he's still here at least. He had company last night."

"Do I want to know?"

"Waitress from the bar he threw a bachelor party at. She's a siren."

"Is he collaring her next?"

"No idea! If he keeps it up, he's going to have a harem."

"So, not jealous. I know my place in Zach's world. I'm happy just being on booty call."

"Shit! Speaking of booty call. Weaver is calling now. Make it thirty minutes."

"Ugh! Fine! I'll run my car through the car wash. I bet it gets showered before you do."

"Sorry! Wounded worrier here. Attend SLUT! I just SaLUTed you."

"Funny! Do NOT do or say that to Claymore."

"Why? Are you afraid his mine will explode all over my face."

"He is single. Hell, he eyeballs me sometimes. If I so much as stare at him he gets hard."

"Incest is beast! Best!"

"I wouldn't know." Yet! "Move it soldier."

"Slur! Yes, Slur!" Hanging up on one end she called Weaver back. "Hey, Rooster! Sorry, I was on the phone with Cleo. She's coming to pick me up so I can get a dress for next week's wedding gig. Seeing as my other outfit is so, yesterday."

"No prob! I was just checking in. The band is dropping by for another practice here in an hour. Oh, mom says if you need anything let her know. She really likes you."

"More than Solo?" She chuckled! "How are you holding up after your dad fucked me silly?"

"Uh! If I recall, it was when WE fucked you silly." DP between father and son. Heidi loved being caught in the middle. Thing is, Weaver likely did not know that Solo came back for seconds when he found his way into a locked backstage at Moolah Rouge. Mum is the word! Mom even!

"Anyway! I'm fine. Tell Jacki, I said thanks. I wonder if Kayla is dropping by to watch you guys and make out with Kismet."

"No idea! I do know Kismet is mellowing out thanks to your sister. Kis can be a ballbuster. I hope she doesn't get too mellow; I like her stage presence. Bad ass bitch gets attention. We need more gigs; these wedding venues are lame. I want bar scene and stadium setting someday."

"You guys will get there. I'm shocked your dad and his biker beefcakes don't land you guys more bar gigs."

"Getting there! I think dad just wants us to get better before launching us."

"You sound awesome now. Listen, I miss you, but I need to get around before Cleo walks in. Shower time!" No more than mentioning it she heard water running. Eyes wide she carefully crawled to her feet and hobbled to the doorway, then peering into Zach's room. Finding his bed empty she groaned. "Oh, come on, Tom!" Tom Hardy lookalike! "Zach is in the shower."

"Oh, hell! I guess you clean up at the sink."

"Fuck that! I'm jumping in with dad."

"Why do you still call him dad. You confessed to me he wasn't."

"I don't know. It's just for laughs, I guess. I am NOT going with Cleo without a shower. I'll call you tonight. Have fun rocking the neighborhood, Rockstar."

"Okay! Miss you too." Click! Cell placed on her beat-up dresser Heidi, naked already having slept that way, marched right into the bathroom and ripped the shower curtain aside. There stood her towering roommate humming to himself as he lathered up.

"Move over, Daddio!" Climbing in Heidi pinched his ass until he glared down at her. "Cleo is on her way. I intended to jump in here before you woke up. Why are you up so early? You were really drunk last night."

"I wasn't that plastered. I have things to do. I got a text from Stormy's brother Mojo; he just picked up my bike from Willy's Bar. He runs a tow truck service."

"Is he a little person too?" She moved in front of Zach and squirted some body wash on her hand. Scrubbing herself she rubbed her butt up against his timid erection. Tease! He simply smirked and ignored her mischief.

"I'm guessing so. The whole family are midget wrestlers. Stormy has three sisters too."

"I bet they are hilarious to watch."

"Yeah, get this. Stormy's sisters are named Herricane Helen, Typhoon Teresa, and Cyclone Connie."

"Mojo as a name doesn't fit the weather pattern."

"Monsoon Mojo. It's really Russell."

"Ah! So, how are you getting to their place? Cleo could drop you off before we go to her aunt's house. I'm getting a dress for Weaver's wedding gig."

"I thought that chain vest and booty shorts was your outfit."

"It was. It... I just felt like a dress might be more appropriate. Know what I mean?"

"Makes sense. Yeah, I might hitch a ride from Cleo. Mojo sent me their address."

"How are you paying to fix the bike?"

"Good question." He wasn't certain if he should mention his deal with Rockwell Teleki in playing with his wife Angel. Not only that but Cleo was not in the loop concerning the situation, Angel was her mother.

"Your boy Nick, maybe?"

"No! He may be loaded but I don't feel right taking money from him. Same for my parents. In the case of Nick, he's struggling enough with his studio and dealing with Iris wanting to be my slave. Coping isn't easy. Bad enough, I don't know how last night turned out. He took a woman back to his penthouse. Iris might... no, she knows I'd give her the boot if she turned on Nick. I'll figure something out."

"Damn! You know how to party."

"That I do. And before you ask, I'm not taking money from Khloe or anyone else who has a hard time paying bills as is. Namely you! Don't offer."

"Rather buy dresses anyway." She chuckled! "Need your balls washed while I'm here?"

"I'm good! You seem chipper today."

"I'm in agony but I just don't want to show it."

"Anything you're not telling me? I don't buy Weaver roughing you up."

"Fine! I met his dad. He's a biker. His mom is a stripper. They had a bonfire yesterday and it got wild. Weaver and his band are really good."

"Biker, huh?"

"Yeah, a few of his charter were there too."

"And I'm guessing they pinned you down."

"I won't kiss and tell."

"You don't have to, the hickies tell the tale. A whole lot of kissing by the looks of your body."

"You know I'm a nympho. I... dabbled for the nut."

"Uh huh!" He decided he had showered enough and stepped out of the tub. Drying off he watched her continue with groans. "I heard the door. Was it unlocked?"

"Oh, yeah! I guess I did leave it unlocked when Petra left last night. I guess I didn't go check. Cleo might not have been able to get in otherwise."

"I'll keep her company until you finish here."

"Thanks, daddy!"

"Still on that kick?"

"You love it."

"That gag has run its course except around our landlord."

"I'll stop calling you daddy when I feel like it. I think it's hilarious."

"Whatever!" Leaving the bathroom, he felt mean and turned out the light, door sealed it was pitch black in there. He only heard her say I can't see. It could have been soap in her eye. Stepping out with his towel about his waist he looked to the right to see Cleopatra with a box of donuts and a carry carton for coffee. The brew smelled amazing. "You brought me breakfast?"

"Oh, hey! I did! Anything for my master." She winked! "You didn't have to cover your trunk because of me."

"We can fix that." Towel off he tossed it over his shoulder into the hallway. "Better?"

"Someone is awfully hard. Is it because of me, or Heidi? I presume she's in the shower. You two saving on water?"

"Mind of her own. She just walked in and stole my rainfall."

"Jelly donut?" Cleo opened the box of six donuts. "I wasn't sure what you drank so it's just coffee black like me with creamer, like me." Mixed heritage!

"Sounds great! I need to shop once your dad cuts me a check."

"For the siding part or the fucking my mom part?"

"You know about that?"

"Mom is too giddy to not brag. She keeps asking how good you are now that she knows we hook up."

"I'm only agreeing to that extra cash because my motorcycle needs repairs. That and food and gas, rent, utilities... fuck, I'm broke already."

"You will be fine."

Accepting a donut Zach took a bite. The taste and texture were perfect to his palate. "This hits the spot." Cleo creeping in on him gripped his erection. "And you know Hardy hits the spot too."

"Not much time. I told Auntie we would be there by 10:30."

"We can hookup later tonight if you have time."

"Evening classes tonight. You work tomorrow."

"All the time in the world." He sipped his coffee. "I need to focus on my bike and earning money. At least the cash your dad is paying me it covers my missing work today. I really hated to ask Rocky for the day off so soon after starting."

"Dad likes you. He knows I like you. And we know mom likes you. Welcome to the family."

"Angel tell you I told Rocky I wanted you there when I tap your mom?"

"Uh, no! If she knew she would have told me. Dad must be keeping that as a shocker. Why do I need to be there?"

"To make your dad squirm."

"So, you're using me to fuck with him."

"Something like that. Arguing with your master?"

"Nope! Just blushing before hand." Heidi stepping out dry looked over to see them and shuffled in to grab her glazed donut.

"Talking about me?"

"No! Just feeding my face." Heidi flicked his dick then pointed at Cleo.

"Why aren't you feeding your face Queenie?"

"Because I told her raincheck. Stop instigating!"

"Right! Go get dressed bitch." Cleo retaliated! Rolling her eyes Heidi grabbed her orange juice and wiggled back to her bedroom. "I am hungry for something less fattening."

"You have three minutes." Giggling, Cleo dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock. A feverish three minutes called by Zach he nudged her away. "Jizz can be fattening too." A pout she kissed his urethra and stood back up. "Like I said, raincheck."

"Can't wait!"

"Mind giving me a ride to Mojo's mechanic crib?"

"On the way. Go put some pants on." Nodding he polished off his donut and kissed her. Turning away he too went to his bedroom. Towel plucked up off of the carpet in the process. Cleopatra was swooning as she watched that chiseled man walking away. "Mom is going to tear that man up."

Angel her ass! Precisely!

********

Seedy Seattle! An isolated body shop called Minnie-Estrellas. Small time venture!

"Take a left up here."

"I can see a huge chain link fence. Self-explanatory master."

"Don't get lippy."

"Was I? Oops!" In the passenger seat Heidi Baker hid her giggle. Zach was eying the ten-foot fenceline with a massive German Shepard barking and patrolling its length.

"Puppy!"

"More like Dogzilla!" Zach mumbled! He and dogs rarely got along. Pets in general! He had a goldfish once. Once! Potty trained down the drain! "Just drop me off at the gate there. I see a callbox. Let me text Mojo before you leave." Pulling out front of the entry, no traffic anywhere Cleo sat there until Zach finished his message. Received, Mojo messaged back. "Okay, he's sending his girlfriend Trinket out to let me in. Says the auto-gate needs repair."

"And this is the guy fixing your bike?" Heidi busted up! "Good luck with that."

"Rocky wouldn't send him my way if he wasn't good at his job." He then looked at Cleo. "Would he?"

"I hope not. He's going off of Storm's recommendation."

"Fuck! I'm toast." Getting out he left the car and pointed at Cleo with a playful sneer. She simply smiled and crossed her fingers for him. Heidi flipped him off. Bitch! Driving on Cleo left Zach to his quest.

"You know he's going to need a ride home too." Heidi stared at Cleo. She hoped not. After her dress dealings she needed a nap before her classes tonight. Dust settling Zach stood at the gate sweating in the heat. What did he get himself into.

Three minutes later, a cute blonde midget, little person, rolled up on him on a miniature Segway scooter. Even he nearly laughed but decided better of it. The blonde wore a bikini and wore sunglasses. Stopping in front of Zach she lifted her shades and stared him down from head to toe. "Mm! Big boy!"

"You must be, Trinket."

"Trina! Mojo calls me Trinket. Do you see bling on my hand? Fuck him!" A key on a string around her neck was removed as she climbed off of her, um, hobby horse. The girl was pretty fit considering she was a little person. As she started to walk toward him the massive German Shepard came barreling in and got in her way. Less threatening this time the dog was more happy to see her. His body weight was nudging her with ease as he licked the girl. Literally everywhere! "Libre, stop! I'm not a Scooby snack."

In a game of Tug of War in biting down on her bikini bottoms string it came undone. Thrashing around she rode along until the other string came untied. Winning, Libre ripped the garment from between her thighs. In the roughness Trinket fell backwards onto her ass, her legs wide facing Zach. He saw pussy and a sudden glint in the reflection of the sun.

"Found your bling." Zach chuckled over seeing her diamond clitoral piercing! "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay? Libre is bigger than everyone on the property." Rolling to her knees she found a snout up beneath her thighs from behind. Anal licks proceeded. Facing Zach her eyes began to roll white. "A little help here." She yelped and tossed the key on the string to him. Within reach through the gates Zach knelt down to pinch it between his fingers. At least the dog wasn't snapping at him.

"Is he going to bite me if I get through the gate?"

"If he doesn't I will. Goddammit, Libre. Too Muche!" Once standing, Zach fiddled with the padlock on the gate until he finally unlocked it. Chain removed he slowly slid the gate aside just enough to squeeze his body through. Sensing him Libre stopped licking Trinket and sat down panting.

"Easy big fella."

"That's what she says." A male voice on another Segway rolled up. A little bald man with a goatee laughed over the entire dilemma. "Libre heel!" The dog cringed and laid down. Coming to a halt next to Trinket, Mojo bent down to pick up her bikini bottoms. Instead of handing it back or helping her up he dabbed the sweat of his forehead on it then stashed it in his pants pocket. "You must be Zach. Sis said you were a giant." Wink! "I won't insult you over what else Stormy said about your anatomy."

"Great! She bragged, didn't she."

"Something like that. Get your ass up and pose for the man." In response Trinket stood up and danced in step in front of Zach, turning and spanking her bare butt. "Isn't that one sweet ass, Pedigo?"

"Sure! So, you get off on watching her get abused by your guard dog?"

"She likes it." Shamelessly, Trinket batted her eyes at him. "Relax! I only allow the licking. Libre doesn't get too carried away. Go grab the man a beer." He hugged Trinket from the side then sneakily untied her bikini top. Twirling her around he stole the secondary fabric from her chest. "Shake it, Momma!" Trinket in turn shook her titties at Zach, blew him a kiss then mounted her Segway. She was off to the garage. "Need a hanky to wipe your brow? Chin maybe."

"I'm good. I can definitely tell that you and Stormy are related."

"Same goatee?" Mojo chuckled! Zach agreed even if Stormy had none. "I just got to your bike. New carburetor for certain. Bike that size is about $300 bucks. Oil change needed. Honestly, you need a new bike that bucket of bolts is going downhill faster without any gas."

"Yeah, it's old. My grandfather's old ride, I inherited it."

"I get the history. It has a little life to it yet. Follow me back to the hangar. My sisters are practicing for a match this coming weekend. You can cheer them on."

"Out behind your shop?"

"Hangar! We built a regulation wrestling ring in there. My body shop just shares in the space. This place used to house a few Cessnas back in the day. The runway is out back."

"Ah! Stormy is missing out on the exercise."

"We all work other jobs. Teri is a barista out at the big airport at night. Connie does a podcast about female wrestling in our basement. The baby of the family Helen, she is a nanny in the evening hours."

"Nice! So, you and Trinket have the place to yourselves most nights."

"Stormy is here but she does her own thing. Me? I hit my honey whore on every piece of furniture we own when the cats are away."

"You're the man, Mojo."

"Damn straight!"

Entering the hanger Zach heard music playing and scanned about until spotting the roped arena. Two naked women were sparring while a third stood on the ropes yelling at them. "Uh! Do they not have workout uniforms?"

"Free spirits! Don't mention that to them unless you want body slammed." Helen up on the ropes had her back to them, Zach spotting a butt plug. "Bling everywhere I see."

"Between us? Helen fucks the husband at her nanny job. She's just getting prepared for an all-nighter."

"Crazy!" Walking toward them Trinket held out a bottle of Corona. Eying it Zach accepted it as Mojo used his beer to titty fuck Trinket to a rash of chilly giggles. Zach thought the Corona tasted like dog piss, but he drank it anyway. Nasty!

"Trinket? Why don't you take Pedigo here over and introduce him to the ladies. I need to make a call and have a carburetor delivered before I can get Zach here back on the road."

"My pleasure!" She cozied up to Zach's hip and slid her arm between his thighs. At 4'3 and he 6'3 she found it easier to hug his leg over holding his hand like some child. Stepping on his foot she looked up at him. "Walk me, Daddy."

"Seriously?" He frowned. First Heidi, now Trinket? Groaning, he played along and took her for a ride on his Legway. Petal to the meddle! She did smell like Lilacs. Her giggling had Zach trying hard not to laugh. A good hundred yards of hangar away, he made the ride eventful. She reached over and palmed his inseam as if to hold on for dear life. Yeah, he got hard over it. Impossible not to when touched. Her only comment was the fact it had grown to be as big as her arm. Too funny!

Reaching the arena Zach stopped next to Helen up on the ropes. In the ring Connie had Teri in a leg lock, their limbs entwined to almost appear as if scissoring. Helen hadn't noticed Zach immediately until he cleared his throat. Peering over she met eyes with him and found herself unable to blink.

"Who are you?"

"I might need a nanny for my daughter." He laughed, thinking of Heidi Baker. "Are you available?"

"How old is she?"

"Eighteen going on twelve."

"Oh! So, no diapers to change."

"Like you, she never wears any underwear so, you're good. I'm Zach. I work with your sister Stormy."

"The third leg? She told us how bad ass you were, by fucking her right out in the open at a job site. I'm free now if you want to hit me. I promise not to put you in a head lock. Well, not with my hands anyway." Helen was a brunette with big blue eyes. Shockingly, cute.

Seeing Zach from chest up through the height of the ring Teri and Connie looked at one another and broke away from one another. Crawling on all fours they flopped down on the bellies side to side and laid their chins on their knuckles. Legs kicking playfully both sisters batted their eyes.

"Who is this Cheesecake?" Connie wagged her tongue at him.

"I can be your cherry on top." Teri chimed in. "I can tie a stem with my tongue." All the while the sisters flirted Trinket kept massaging his crotch. Zach had no sense of dissuading them. Turning to her side Helen shared her full-frontal sensuality, her shaved twat facing him with a horizontal grin. Nice!

"You gals look like trouble. You must take after Stormy."

"She is the oldest." Helen stretched her leg out to touch his bicep, caressing it. "You look chiseled."

"I work out. I hear you gals have a match this weekend. Feel ready for it?"

"We're always ready." Teri spoke up, reaching her own arm out to touch his chest. Connie not to be left out sat up and faced Zach, dangling her legs out of the ring and spread them enough to show off her pink vagina. Deciding to lift her legs her feet clung to the mat. Connie the cunt! He did indeed look her over with a smirk, allowing the ladies to taunt him.

"Does Zach like little people?"

"We love giants." Teri winked, tugging at his t-shirt to expose his abdomen. "Ooo! Sexy sixy!" Meaning his six-pack abs. "You should take your shirt off; it's like 110 degrees in here."

"Pants too! Help him out, Trina." Trinket aimed to unbuckle his belt. He did however stop her. Pouting she faked bawling her eyes out.

"I'm just here to get my bike fixed. As adorable as all of you are, I need to conserve my energy. I have places to be later." Not really! With a day off, he intended to relax before dealing with Angel Teleki come tomorrow.

"We can do all of the work." Connie smirked! "Ever had four little people licking your body at the same time?"

"Can't say that I have. Besides, I wouldn't want to piss your brother off. I need that motorcycle to get back and forth to work."

"Mojo won't say a word. Even over Trina taking part. He's as much of a freak as the rest of us."

Helen aimed to prove her sister right. Yelling out over the hanger her voice echoed like thunder. "HEY, MOJO! YOU DON'T CARE IF WE RAPE ZACH HERE, DO YOU?" Deaf much? Looking over his shoulder he saw Mojo on his cellphone. Reacting to Helen, Mojo thrusted his hips as if fucking and waved them on. "See? He doesn't care."

"I am not fucking anyone." Zach pointed at each of them. "Hand jobs and blowjobs only." He caved; this was an experience he couldn't resist. Fucking Stormy was a shock, but he had to admit, it was pretty sexy. Fuck it! "Center ring?"

"Haul your ass up here." Teri rolled to her feet and stood to widen the ropes for his entry.

"Hold the ropes, Typhoon Teri."

"He knows my stage name. You're alright, Zachy!"

Unbuckling his own pants he released things to Trinket. "You're up."

"That would be you." Trinket stepped off of his foot and moved in front of him. She first rolled her face along his tented inseam then set out to unzip his pants. Undone she paused to go lower and help him remove his boots and socks. Once those were off, she returned to tug his jeans down. He discarded his t-shirt as his dick flopped free. No underwear beneath he was going commando. Risky with a zipper but he felt comfortable.

That hefty boy Hardy wagging, he had the women staring at it. As he stepped out of his jeans he looked down at Trinket. Little blondie was staring right up at him. Without asking permission Trinket went up on her tiptoes and kissed his scrotum. He had to admit; she looked mighty nice doing it. Young and cute as fuck, she couldn't have been more than 21. Mojo had to be at least 30. Lucky guy!

"I hate to move." He looked up at the sisters hovering.

"Bring those sweaty balls up here, Trinket. Share the wealth."

"You taste so good." Trinket swooned as she stepped away. Picking the blonde up he nudged her to enter the ring. Once she was inside Zach launched himself up and rolled in under the ropes. Standing just that fast he moved to the center of the mat and sat down, stretching out on his back.

"Plenty of sweat to lick off of me. Have at it."

The ladies had a good laugh as they marched in formation before surrounding him and looking down with starving ambition. Dropping to the mat to each side of him the four women went to town dining upon his flesh in waves of saliva. Zach had to admit this was pretty interesting. Unplanned for certain.

Avoiding his erection at first the ladies concentrated on making Zach feel at ease and welcome. The more relaxed he was the more he might want to engage. Helen and Connie licked his chest and abdomen. Trina and Teri tackled his legs and even sucked on his toes. Something new! After ten minutes of tongue lashing, covering him from earlobe to the balls of his heel, they rolled him over and dealt him another round of trail gliding. Teri inevitably snuck in to lick his asshole. The sensation had Zach closing his eyes over it.

Massaging him came next, all hands probing trouble centers. He nearly took a nap during it. Tits began rolling along his spine, his legs, his buttocks, even his scalp. Hearing feminine sighs Zach decided to roll back over. Dick standing tall he moved his arms behind his head like a pillow and wagged Hardy at them. Beguiling him with ravenous eyes the ladies moved into position. Trina between his legs paid a return visit to his inflated balls, sucking on them while Connie and Teri chose to share his cock from the sides. This left Helen who hovered above Zach's head, her tits draping in his face. Mouth wide he let her feed him with one nipple, then the other.

He had all four women becoming nasally enthusiastic. Knowing Helen seemed jealous of seeing her sisters consuming his erection, Zach opted to literally drag Helen over his face. Her cunt lingering along his lips he went for a sample. She yelped with a faint moan at his tongue in her vulva. Hearing her Connie and Teri paused their shaft lathering. This gave Helen a chance. An outstretched 69 she devoured his beast balls deep until her nose tickled Trina's nostrils. Together they fed like it was lunch time at WrestleMANia.

Connie and Teri set out licking his ribcage and hips just to remain active. It took a while but Zach reluctantly nutted down Helen's throat. Gagging over the detonation Helen wheezed with a delightful thankfulness. Rearing back she kept a portion of his jizz in circulation, showing it to Trina. The ladies kissed mingling his creamy stew over shared Frenching.

Prompted to sit up on his face Helen began shaking heavily, a climax ready to spill. As she convulsed in its confirmation Connie and Teri tongue wrestled over his remaining trickles of semen. Satisfied at that much the ladies sat up and watched Helen roll her eyes back and squirt all over Zach's face.

Zach choked on a throat full of juices and slowly guided Helen off. Trina moved around to help coddle Helen in her tremors of ecstasy. Connie and Teri rushed to Zach's aid and licked their sister's mess from Zach's face, including eyelids. Wouldn't want pinkeye! This teamwork had Zach inspired. Guilt suddenly crept up on him.

In a surprise move he rolled over and took Connie to the mat. Penetrating her to her shock she began speaking in Spanish. Not one of their family was Spanish in heritage but they loved the show. He fucked Connie for an estimated thirty thrusts then pulled out of her and dove at Teri.

Taking Teri missionary, he repeated his endeavor. They seemed to be satisfied by his gift. Pointing at Helen she flared her eyes and stretched out in ready. Once Zach finished his pushups he moved into Helen. Then he had a thought. Forcefully rolling her over he gripped her butt plug and yanked it out. More Spanish! He suspected her translation meant, "OW! GODDAMMIT!"

Shoving his dick up her ass she went into theatrics tugging at her hair. Thirty thrusts came all too quickly. "Is Mojo okay if I fuck Trinket?"

A revving of a motorcycle serenaded his efforts. Looking over the hanger he saw Mojo on his bike, right next to the ring. He, of course, pushed it there before firing it up. "Purrs like a kitten." Mojo called up to him. "I'm talking about Trinket. Hit my bitch, Pedigo."

Laughing Zach released Helen and pulled out of her backside. Before joining Trina he shoved her butt plug back up her asshole. Job well done! He then crawled to Trinket and took her to the floor of the ring. This blonde beauty had him rock hard she was that cute. Hitting her cunt with everything he had he accidentally came inside of her. Teeth clenched over it as she screamed harder, faster, more, Zach heard Mojo tell him to fill her up good. Zach had to laugh, he pictured Heidi Baker as a midget.

Complying, Zach Pedigo stood up with Trinket on his beast and took her to the ropes in front of Mojo. Peering up at them Mojo enjoyed the view of Zach's powerhouse thrusts. Little Trinket was squirting up a storm. Nodding as he rubbed his goatee Mojo shut the bike off and sat on the seat admiring the beauty of it all.

"How much do I owe you?" Zach growled!

"Not a dime. Rocky Teleki covered the parts. My supplier is just down the block so it was delivered during your saliva fest. I had it replaced by the blowjob."

"You work fast."

"Just good at what I do. You need anything else done bring it on by."

"That's what I say." Trinket giggled! "I LOVE THIS COCK."

"WE LOVE THAT COCK." The sisters unified their rants.

One more nut later, Zach lowered Trinket down to Mojo and they hugged one another. Surrounding Zach the sisters joined in on the closeness.

"Stormy is going to get bent out of shape. She's carrying my workload while I have fun with her sisters."

"She puts on a tough act but she's just as fun loving as we are." Teri defended her elder. "Thanks, Zach."

"I need to hit the road. You sure everything is good, Mojo?" He hopped down and began getting dressed. Boots on last, he shook hands with Mojo. Straddling his bike, Zach turned it over. Kitten it was! It sounded far better than it ever did. Puckering over it he saluted the ladies and Mojo and rolled it on out until he got to the gate. There lying in front of the gate was Libre panting. Mojo came rolling behind Zach on his Segway and parked it.

"I got the gate."

Libre standing moved out of the way and approached Zach sniffing. While Mojo unlocked the gate and moved it wide, the dog hopped up onto Zach's hip and licked his arm. This led Zach to pet the pooch. "Nice, Libre."

"He's a big baby. He just acts mean like Stormy."

"I can see that." Coaxed down by Mojo, he fist bumped Zach and let his customer free. Watching him drive off Mojo sighed.

"Man, I hope he didn't get Trina pregnant."

Aw, hell!

No one to blame but himself if he did.

They got lucky this time.

It was a small wonder after all!