Starting from Scratch Ep. 068: SHIRTS LEAVE

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Alley Cat Mace can't keep his pants up. Aunt Piper...
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Part 68 of the 178 part series

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Alley Cat Mace can't keep his pants up. Aunt Piper can't keep her skirt down. It's a drool...duel!

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"Where the fuck is this place?"

Mace Belmont crept along in traffic aggravating those driving behind him as he searched for Crown Prints, a specialty shop that designed T-shirts and other assorted articles of clothing. If you wanted something they did their very best to make it to specification. Unfortunately it was pretty much located in an alley. Not even his GPS was offering insight.

"Shit! Don't do this to me. Aunt Piper's going to skin me alive if I don't deliver."

He waved cars around him in his lost pursuit. Some folks took the bait, others laid on their horns.

"GO THE FUCK AROUND GRAMPA!"

He peered through his rearview at an old man flipping him off. Any other time it might be funny. Not this very minute. Succumbing to desperation he found a parking spot two blocks from his GPS assistant's insistence that he had arrived at his destination.

Hopping out he hoofed it up and down in a two block radius before asking someone in a sporting goods outlet called Nine Iron. Laughing with the guy working there Mace said, "Need a spokesmodel?" The guy patted his own crotch, "Beat you to the job." At least they found it humorous.

"Alright! One block over between Betsy's Bakery and Hayseed Head Shop." He had to laugh, "At least you can buy a bong, get high and stop for donuts to fix the munchies."

Friday uptown the outlets were busy and congested. He found himself eyeballing a number of lovely MILF's trying to relive their younger days in revealing dresses and too short of shorts. Even he had to stop and check a few out a tad longer than necessary, some sharing in his overactive eye contact. "Damn! Maybe I should pimp myself out." He knew that time wasn't in his favor so he pressed on until he found the bakery. "There's Betsy." He discovered it to be an end of the road between it and Hayseed's. That meant, "Down a creepy alley? For real?" It looked that way.

A small sign hanging next to a doorway behind Hayseed's clued him in on an exact location. If he had blinked he would have missed it. "Who puts a store in an alley and expects to do business? Of course, it is next to a head shop, maybe they sell weed too. Wait! That's legal these days. Then again head shop...crown...they kind of go hand in hand." He chuckles and uses her right hand as if jerking off. A pair of 30 something women walking by him noticed his reaction and grinned sheepishly. Watching them pass he smiled back with swagger. Alleyways and sex did follow the same pattern.

To his surprise the women opted to continue on without any further flirting. "Too bad! I'm hung like a horse." They halted at his louder than expected response. Whispering to one another the two women chose to retrace their steps and fold their arms as if expecting him to show it off. Mace frazzled just that fast. After amazing sex with Francesca earlier he was still hung up on her. Flirting was one thing but he was biting off more than he could chew under pressure of a time table.

"Well? We're waiting." The tallest of the two, a leggy blond with a tight tan pull over shirt offering obvious breast implants via a physical dark alley of her own.

"I was joking."

The other woman a brunette with a ponytail and white rimmed sunglasses chimed in impatiently, "No you weren't. Whip it out Horse Whisperer." She too had fake tits, both stripper quality hot in every way. Tight shorts helped him make up his mind. Ass cheeks exposed knew how to reel a guy in.

"What's in it for me?" Mace chose to play the game, his back to the alley.

"We'll show you ours if you show us yours. Unless you're chicken?"

"He might actually be hung like a horse Lacey." The brunette pointed at Mace's sweat pants tented out.

"Well, my last name is Belmont." He chuckled.

"As in Belmont stakes?" Lacey smirked looking about for safety.

"That's not a bad assumption considering my Dad breeds race horses. Lucky us but no relation."

"Interesting. Let's go Gina he's stalling."

"Sorry Champ!" Gina frowned.

"So am I." He whispered just loud enough for Gina to pause.

"What was that?"

"Whores Whisperer!" He grinned mischievously, praying they wouldn't be offended, "Got your attention back though."

"He's calling us whores." Lacey lifted a brow and folded her arms higher under her breasts to amplify their fullness as if modelling them.

"We have our moments." Gina giggled, "Alright Belmont show us your steak."

"I see both sets of tits if I do?"

"You're on." Lacey lifted her chin as if waiting for him to make his move.

Mace mulls it over slightly feeling pressed for time but this was just too unreal to pass up. Lacey and Gina were dynamite. "Ready?" They lower their gazes as he reaches down to tug his sweats over his monster 9 inch, half of his ass out in the open as well. The second his erection popped free both women lifted their sunglasses and puckered with respect. Zero expression otherwise!

"You were right Gina. He is hung. How full are those nads?" Lacey prompted. In response Mace lifted his dick higher and let them see his bulbous scrotum, refilled and showing his age. Youth driving him he was brimming with high energy at all times.

"That's..." Gina admires it a moment to realize she was holding her breath, "...a very nice cock."

"Wait!" Lacey notes the sign in the alley not knowing a real business was back there, "Crown Prints. Are you...a male prostitute?"

"No way!" He looks over his shoulder at the sign connecting dots before looking at his own crown, "Irony isn't it?"

"Yes it is." Lacey shakes her head then looks at her thin wrist watch, "We have to get to work Gina."

"Hold up! We had a deal. Let's see those hooters." Mace insisted not wanting to be played.

"Deal's a deal." Gina waited on Lacey to hesitantly agree, "Just so you know...we normally get paid for doing this." Both women pulled their shirts up and let their tits greet the light breeze circulating between buildings. Perfect in every way Mace whistled.

"Nice! You get paid? You thought I was a gigolo...are you two...hookers?"

"Not even, but I guess if the money was high triple digits..." Lacey joked.

"We're strippers." Gina filled him in, "If you're old enough drop by Cashanova's sometime, you can tip us for the rest. We go on at noon 'til midnight."

"Actually, if you're looking for a job..." Lacey winked, "We might be persuaded to be your resume."

"I got your tip right here." He wagged his beast. "Sure! The rest of my day's booked but I'll definitely stop in. Real tips even, but I bet you give my money back to me." He boasts stroking his beast to a hint of hunger in their eyes.

"You got balls Belmont." Lacey puckered, "Big ones I might add." She puts her tits away. Gina following suit.

"The better to paint the town with Ladies."

"We'll keep that in mind." Gina nibbled her lower lip, "We work every day but Sunday and Monday. Pop in when you have time."

"Amateur night is on Thursdays. Dare ya!" Lacey razzed him.

"Thanks for the invitation." He maintained stroking his cock to their wavering eyelids. They wanted to watch but like Mace they were pressed for time as well, Cashanova's was a good six miles away. "You really think I could be a stripper?"

"Package that big, balls to match? I'd say you would kill it." Gina praised him.

"Uhhh?" Lacey notes movement behind Mace stepping out of Crown Prints. "You might wanna put that horse back in the barn. You have company. Gotta go Belmont." The ladies hightailed it before any words could be exchanged from the person in the alley. Mace pulled his sweats up laughing then turned to head for the store. Standing outside smoking was a stunning younger girl with mixed heritage, half white, half African American, a golden afro style mane above huge brown eyes and luscious lips made her alluring. If not for that damned cancer stick.

"Don't stop on my account. I'll smoke two more after you finish." The girl giggled.

"Sorry! I shouldn't have done that. They dared me."

"Uh huh! MILF's gotta love 'em."

"You work here?" He steps closer looking up at the sign, her eyes checking him out while he was distracted.

"Yep! You gonna show me that thing?"

"I could but I'm running out of time. I'm actually here to pick up an order for my Aunt."

"Seriously?" She winced.

"Yeah I'm dead serious, I just got derailed there is all."

"Who you picking up for?"

"Piper Cherry."

"Ohhhh! The Swallower order." She laughed, "Too funny. Those skanks really going to wear those things?"

"They that out there?"

"T-shirt's with a big bird with it's beak wide open, feather's on the shoulders like wings? You tell me."

"I guess I just have to see them."

"Packaged up! I can show you the template on my computer though. Oh, just for kicks I added a few extra shirts in case they wanna sell any at tonight's game."

"You know about tonight's game?"

"Hell yes I do. My sister's a cheerleader for Marquette. Gooo Badger's, or should I say Badgerl's?"

"Badgerl's as in Badgirl's?"

"Horton-Dexter grad? You're smarter than you look."

"No. I'm from Atlanta Georgia. My Aunt moved here to Nashville recently and took a job as the school Counsellor, then got roped into Cheer Coach too."

"Badger's are gonna dig a hole for the Swallow's. Just so you know."

"Doesn't matter to me. I'm just going along to support my Aunt and friend Sable, her first time cheering at a game."

"Tell her good luck. Come on in Mister Cherry."

"Belmont. My mom is Piper's sister."

"Gotcha!" She flicks her cigarette butt into the alley, "Follow me...not too close though. That pecker sticks waaaaay to far out."

"It knows a hot girl when it see's one."

"Those two MILF's?"

"I was talking about you."

"Sweet stalker." She razzes him, "I'm Odessa by the way. Odessa Bradley, I used to be a cheerleader two years ago until I graduated."

"You have the body of one." He admires her extraordinary ass, she wearing tight black yoga pants, her top yellow with laces down the spine showing her bare back, nipples gently teasing through the front. Having 36C's they complimented what bit of cleavage she was sharing.

"You play football?"

"Naaaa! Baseball back in the day."

"Should of known. Nice swing you got there Batboy."

"Home run every time." He winked, "Cute dugout?"

"I am sooo not showing you my dugout." She laughed going behind her counter to retrieve Piper's box of t-shirts which were neatly taped up, "The owner Claude made the shirts from my designs. He laughed his ass off and called your Aunt crazy."

"Understatement! Trust me I know what she's capable of. She paid for those already right?"

"Yep! Credit card over the phone the receipt says. Why does her card say last name Liberty?"

"Somewhat recently divorced! She probably hasn't switched to her maiden name yet. I'll remind her."

"I'm not worried I just noticed it actually. It's paid, all that matters. Listen...uhhh? What's your name other than Mister Belmont?"

"Mace. Mace Belmont. 007!"

"Well I have the secret to your agent. I did something special for her being she purchased so many shirts. I took a hint from the Badgerl's, they all wear fur G-strings so I made feathery ones for the Swallows. Not real feathers but I designed a cool wingspan look for them to wear under their skirts."

"I...don't think they're wearing skirts. Just the shirts."

"Are they bonkers? They can't do somersaults in t-shirts they'll...you're making that up."

"Nope! Expect the unexpected." He laughed growing curious, "Can I see the design on your computer?"

"Oh yeah, I did say I could show you. Come on around the counter I'll pull it up." She pivots in step leaving the counter and taking a seat at a desk behind her. Laptop open she signs on and pulls up the shirt logo and design. "I went for a dive bomber effect with the bird swooping in all vicious like, mouth wide just as your Aunt requested. Notice the talons look like they're circling nipples." Her eyes looked back at him as he leered over her shoulder, his erection lightly touching her ribcage. "This is...the...back of the shirt."

"We Swallow? Holy crap Aunt Piper."

"Fine print down below along the waist." She points out, "Our Pride. Still nutty but cool."

"Badger's have this kind of crazy?"

"Fur bikini tops under a tee with Badger's on the front. Yellow and brown striped skirts...those fuzzy G-strings. When they wear the skirts!" She chuckled, "Guess we Badgerl's aren't any better in covering out tracks."

"Bet they look awesome."

"Here! I can show you those too." Instead of on the laptop she plucks her blinged out cellphone up from the desk and goes into her photo gallery. Sharing a picture of her sister in her cheerleading uniform Mace puckered. This is my sister Ophelia. We have an older sister Odette."

"Cute sister, nice uniform too. So, Ooo Bradley?"

"If it feels good." She giggles, "You're...poking me."

"I am? When and where?" He jested.

"Here and now! I mean your pecker is poking me in the rib."

"Oh shit! Sorry, mind of his own."

"Mmmmhmmm!" She sighed suspiciously, "Gotta girlfriend Mister Mace?"

"Naaaa! I mean I could have a couple if I really wanted to be tied down."

"Tying is half the fun." She nibbles her lower lip.

"You into that kind of stuff?"

"Usually on the receiving end of the ropes." She sighs, "But, I'm open to new things. Drop back by sometime and say hi."

"You coming to the game tonight?"

"I'll be there. With our Mom Oprah."

"Oprah? Really?"

"Nah!" She giggled, "Just messing with you. My Mom teaches at Marquette. History! Her name is Noel."

"So, NO OOO EL?"

"Sounds great at Christmas time."

"Maybe I'll run into you there. I need to get these shirts to school so Aunt Piper can pass them out. Hope they don't itch, she didn't give the girls time to wash them."

Hiding her eyes as if guilty of something she quickly recovers with, "Soft cotton. They might shrink in a wet t-shirt contest."

"Tell the Badgerl's not to bring water balloons."

"Arch rival's...no mercy."

"Hey! Hot girls wrestling on the field works for me."

"It's happened before. My Junior year it was one big catfight."

"Ripping and tearing off your uniforms?"

"Secret?"

"Sure!"

"Promise?"

"For you I will."

"It was planned between schools just to get the guys crazy. It worked. Hottest sex ever that night. Don't tell your Auntie."

"Only if you tell your sister to set that shit up for tonight." He laughed, "That would be badass."

"Badgerass even."

"You're not helping my hard on Odessa."

"I could. This place is boring."

"God I wish I had time." He grits his teeth. "Find me tonight! I'll sneak away from my friend Dakota."

"McKellen?"

"You know her?"

"I played volleyball against her. A name like Dakota is hard to forget. Only girl I know with that name."

"You remembered her last name?"

"Yeaaah! Dakota used to fall a lot so we nicknamed her McFellen her ass."

"Huh?"

"As in Fell on her ass."

"That's wrong."

"I know. You don't have to bring that up. I myself thought she was nice."

"Not worth it. You have a hot ass yourself Odessa."

"Hotter without the leggings." She stands up and peels her leggings down specifically to show him her tight muscular bottom. Winking at him she pulls them back up just as rapidly. "Told ya."

"I owe ya." Mace sets the box on the counter and tugs his sweats down as he had done to the strippers earlier, his mighty cock purple and deadly. Eying it she acted as if tempted to touch it but merely hovered her fingers over his crown.

"That's...a definite home run."

"Grand slam! The crowd goes wild."

"I know I would if that was inside my diamond."

His cell ringing again Mace pulls it out of his pocket and notes it as Piper. "I better answer her she's probably busting a blood vessel." He left his dick dangling and answered her, "I'm at Crown Prints now. Heading that way...shortly." Before he could hang up Odessa grabbed his dick with both hands and fondled it. Eyes sparkling Odessa knelt in front of him and licked the tip. "Shit! I forgot I needed to make a taco run. How many? 20? You feeding..." She fed on him, mouth wide and swallowing his cock a good four inches. "...the whole pep squad?"

Odessa bobbed back and forth as they spoke, Piper giving him an order of sour cream. Odessa wanted cream too. Hearing Mace breathing heavier than normal Piper winced, suspecting something and listened more closely for the inevitable moan of a delighted young lady in the background. She knew that type of wheezing effort and rolled her eyes

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"What's wrong?" He trembled in step, Odessa forcing his cock further down her throat with a persistent delivery until her lower lip touched his balls. "Ffffffuck me!" Mace couldn't keep his verbal mimicking of his Aunt's favorite verse when under stress.

"Are you getting a blowjob when you know darn well I'm running low on time to get everything done before the game? Where the fuck are you?"

"About to cum." He ushered knowing Odessa's efforts were rapidly leading him into a nice warm white rain within her subservient throat. Mind blown by her decision to just take him he allowed it with zero resistance. "I'm gone right after I swear."

On the other end of the phone Piper Cherry stopped her stroll through the halls of Horton-Dexter and found her back against a trophy case, her free hand easily lifting the two inches of material covering her pussy and began rubbing her clit. This was becoming a habit either watching her nephew over her home surveillance cameras or now during a facsimile phone sex. The exchanges never toward one another but the imagery of what she was hearing enough to lead her astray. Piper's hormones were always on high alert and ready to spring forth into action. She needed to keep him on the line.

"How did they come out?"

"Me or the shirts?" He huffed.

"Oh my God, Mace! The shirts of course." She meant him deep down. As she dipped fingers up inside her, fellow teacher Dewey Knowles stepped from his classroom in need to take a leak. Spotting her easily he bulged his eyes and stroked his bushy beard. With no students around he stepped closer and eavesdropped, Piper totally aware of his being only four feet away. Winking at Dewey she stayed on course.

"I don't know they're taped up. Odessa...oops!" He accidently revealed his loyal lips below by name, "She showed me what the design looked like on her computer. They looked cool...SHIT! Don't slow down." He held himself propped by the shops counter, Odessa deep throating him with a vicious appetite suddenly. He realized the girls increased efforts had amplified since he was talking on the phone. Easy enough to see that she was turned on more by another possibly hearing her. The other being his Aunt and the cheerleading coach for Horton-Dexter all the more encouragement. "I gotta call you back..." He managed as he did his best to contain his oncoming shower of defection.

"DON"T YOU DARE HANG UP ON ME!" Piper grew temperamental. Mace fearing her wrath kept her on the line. Suddenly, even he became aware that his Aunt was touching herself hearing an accompanied whimper of her own delight. He too knew how Piper sounded having masturbated next to her the other night. Struggling to hold his ejaculation he enjoyed the tender whines of both women.

"I...won't!"

Piper looked directly at Dewey with an inspiration. Removing her wet fingers from her cunt she curled an index luring the werewolf in. Like a moth to a flame thrower the History Teacher shuffled right up to her. Using her shoulder and chin to hold the cell in place her left hand moved down to rub her pussy as a replacement to keep her stimulation vivid, she placed her wet fingers up to Dewey's lips. Shocked but moved by her offer he crossed his eyes as if looking down at the Scooby Snack. An instant reaction led him to suck on her fingertips and rejoice in the bombshell blonds flavor. "Mmmmmmm!" She moaned into Mace's ear.

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