Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 43
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: mfm mf oral
Keywords for full story: rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy
Strange Relationships
Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction for profit
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email address. Don’t be caught attempting to make a buck off me!
Warnings and disclaimers:
This is adult entertainment! Be warned! If you’re not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you! If you’re too young to
be legally reading this, move along!
This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer’s imagination. You get the idea.
Chapter 43
The Great Blow Job Experiment
Stick frowned, pursed his lips. "Why we got started, or why we
haven't stopped?"
"Both."
Stick glanced at Teddy, mildly exasperated. "This ain't like, a
lecture, or anything, is it?"
"Huh?" Randall blinked. "Oh, you want to know if I'm going to go
all moralistic on you? No. This is curiosity -- more or less the same
thing as we're talking about doing physically. I'm asking questions. That's
all."
"Guess I ought to start," Teddy kicked off. "Being pretty much a
joke where women were concerned, I figured I was destined to be gay. So I
was experimenting. I found out I liked doing certain things -- like
fellatio. When I look at it now, it's not much different than cunnilingus
-- but I didn't know that, then."
Randall blinked. "How are fellatio and cunnilingus similar?"
Teddy shrugged. "They're both kind of a gift, I guess. And you're
pulling in a lot of sex juices, so you get excited. I dunno..." He started
picking at his fingers.
"It's okay, Man -- I just want to know," Randall soothed.
"There's a... sense of accomplishment to it..."
"Teddy's right," Mary agreed. "I've done a few, and when he comes,
it's a rush." She was back on the recliner arm, dangling one foot and
offering flashes of strawberry blonde fur from under the nightie. Randall
flashed a glance at Darla Jean, but she was distracted, making intent faces
and small hand movements designed to tell Mary she was flashing. Mary
chuckled throatily and said, "I know, Hon. If this thing goes as planned,
we'll all be naked, soon -- what's wrong with an appetizer? Besides, your
boyfriend wants your input on blowjobs."
Darla Jean rolled her eyes in exasperation at Mary, then turned her
attention to Randall. "I'm not real experienced, but it kind of depends on
how it's all going. It can be like that, but if the guy is busy being a
bastard, it can just be... stressful."
"Even then, sometimes..." Teddy colored, but continued, "Sometimes,
you bring out the animal. It's kind of a compliment."
"Ted Phipps is a different kind of animal," Darla Jean grumbled.
"Wait 'til you're choking... Never mind."
Stick raised an eyebrow. "Damn!"
Mary filled in the gap, "Darla Jean was on a date with Dwayne when
Ted invited himself to join them..."
Stick grunted, "Heard somethin' 'bout that..."
"You probably heard the tale Ted was spreading," Darla Jean groused.
"The truth is a good bit different. Okay, I wasn't exactly operating above
reproach with Dwayne, but Ted was NOT invited and basically raped me and
humiliated Dwayne. We went with it because Ted bullied us to the extent
that it looked like serious resistance would just get us both beaten up --
and while that allowed us to keep our skins intact, it made things look
worse..."
Stick nodded. "Ted's got a history. I heard through the grapevine
about how he does girls."
Darla Jean glared at the floor. "Even worse than what he did was
how nasty he was about it. He made us both feel like dirt, very
deliberately -- and then spread his lying rumors."
There were looks of sympathy around Darla Jean in general, but Teddy
was fascinated. "Ummm, what did he make you do, specifically? What was so
bad?"
"Huh?" Darla Jean looked up. Randall was eyeing Teddy oddly, and
Teddy looked... mildly excited? "I, uh..."
"Talk about it, if you can. We haven't, really. I might need to
know," Randall encouraged.
Darla Jean glanced around anxiously, "Well, okay. Dwayne and I
were... well, fucking... in the boys' locker room after basketball practice.
It's embarrassing, because it wasn't like I had any long-term interest in
Dwayne -- I just wanted to know whether Randall was as incredible as he
seemed to be or not. Dwayne had me laid back on a bench, with my head
propped up on a couple of towels -- he was good like that, considerate.
Anyway, we're umm, well along, and in walks Ted. Now, Dwayne had run
everyone out and locked the gym, so Ted hid deliberately, somewhere, and
waited for us to be good and busy. Then he basically dared Dwayne to do
anything while he dropped his pants and... Do I have to?"
"Please?" Teddy asked. "I really want to know..."
"All right. He dragged me up until my head dropped over the edge,
knelt on the towels, and... fucked my mouth."
Teddy's eyes were distant. "I've heard of that. It was bad, then?"
A light began to dawn for Darla Jean. "Well, it might have been
okay, but I'm not exactly practiced at giving head, and he was deliberately
brutal about it. He wanted me to choke and suffer and he wanted to ruin
what Dwayne and I were doing. It might work really well for some, but for
me, it sucked pretty bad. He split my lip..."
"What else happened?"
Darla Jean had a fair idea what Teddy was looking for, now. "Well,
he taunted us the whole time. Dwayne hurried up so that he could get off
and Ted could take his place -- not because he wanted him to, but because he
was trying to spare my throat. Ted belittled him, and how he was doing, and
told him he was a lousy lover; actually, Dwayne's just gentle... You
probably heard his version of the next part."
"Oh?"
"Ted said he'd use a rubber -- but I had to put it on. Otherwise...
Well, it wasn't much of a choice -- put the rubber on him or chance having
his bastard -- but he got to slant that HIS way, and make me look worse."
"Sounds like the kinda thing he's done before," Stick nodded
sympathetically.
"I, uh, like to be pretty active," Darla Jean murmured, embarrassed,
"and I was already warmed up, so Ted was, well, good. But he kept it up,
making me feel bad about enjoying it -- making me ashamed of myself for
acting like a slut. He made me cum -- just because it looked bad, I think
-- then he got me close again before stopping and ripping off the rubber and
shooting all over both of us! Dwayne... That upset him, pretty bad."
"I'm surprised you're not marked by all this," Randall growled. He
was angry.
"Well, it helps that I knew what he was up to. Besides, some of it
is... true, after a fashion. I AM pretty, um, easy to get going. And I
wasn't exactly acting virginal with Dwayne..."
"Mebbe, but it's still rape," Stick insisted. "I hear Ted does that
-- he gets a girl, and rags on her and tells her she's a slut and makes her
feel like she can't do any better, so they stay with him, even though he
treats 'em like dirt. But he usually fucks up and goes overboard, and the
girl runs. I know a guy who picked up the pieces of one of 'em. But I'm
not sure she's really fixed, if ya know what I mean..."
"Awful..." Teddy mumbled.
"He needs to be taught a lesson," Randall hissed tightly.
Stick nodded. "Mebbe we oughta put it on our 'to do' list. We'd
have lotsa help..." Randall's look said the idea had a lot of merit.
"Can we get back to the other thing?" Darla Jean asked plaintively.
"Uh, sure, yeah," Randall nodded, rubbing Darla Jean's back.
"Sorry, Hon," Mary added.
"Back to me, then?" Teddy resumed. "I... really hadn't done a whole
lot before... Stick. Just a couple of anonymous run-ins in places where I
was pretty safe. Like the Men's Room at the place where we had the Prom..."
"I'm not sure I understand how that place was safe..." Darla Jean
murmured.
"Um, well, you know what a glory hole is, right?" Teddy asked.
Randall's eyebrows popped up.
"I... think so," Darla Jean replied, "but maybe I'm missing
something."
"Okay," Teddy took a swig from his beer to steady himself. "I broke
into this thing from a glory hole. I was in a restroom somewhere, and there
was a hole in the stall wall. At the time, I figured it was a knothole that
had popped out of the wood, or something -- but I noticed that I could see
into the next stall. A guy came in -- older, I'm pretty sure -- and dropped
his pants and stuff, basically right in front of the hole, so I saw his...
cock."
"It's too late for embarrassment, Hon," Mary chided, ruffling
Teddy's hair.
Teddy ducked, but the interruption did its job. "Anyway, I got nosy
and leaned up, and he was playing with himself. It was all stiff, and he
was pumping it with his hand... I got hard and started pumping mine, too.
Then he leaned forward a bit, so I backed off. I figured he was done, you
know? But the next thing, he's put his foot right along the wall and he
starts tapping it. I waited a few seconds, but the way he was sitting, he
must have leaned back, so I take another peek, and he's all spread out,
giving himself a serious hand job. I, well, I couldn't look away! He was
playing with his balls... I realized then that he probably wasn't there to
go to the bathroom, but the real reason hadn't sunk in yet... I was looking
through the hole and pumping away -- stupid, maybe, but you kind of had to
be there -- I was REAL excited! Then he leans up again and I back off. I
can see a shadow at the hole, and suddenly, I realize that HE'S looking at
ME! This was really hot, so I slouched back and let him get an eyeful. He
hung out there for a long time, watching, then he stuck his finger through
the hole..."
Teddy shook his head. "I freaked for a second -- almost jumped up
and ran -- but I didn't. After a bit, he settled back and I managed to get
brave enough to look again. I only had a vague idea what the finger
pointing meant, but I figured I might as well try it to get an idea -- so I
stuck my finger through the hole. The guy moved right away, so I freaked
and got ready to run -- but then, wow, he stuck his cock through the hole! I
was, like, totally amazed..." Teddy's eyes looked a little glassy; he was
back there, re-living the scene. "It was the closest I'd ever been to one;
I really didn't know what to do, but touching it seemed to be all right so I
started playing with it, jacking it and stuff. I'm sure you guys are all
grossed out, but it was pretty neat -- the guy groaned a little and pressed
himself against the wall, so I knew he was enjoying things."
Teddy looked up, embarrassed, but everyone seemed rapt, so he went
on, "Jacking somebody else that way isn't really the same as doing yourself
-- I figured I wasn't doing too well, but he stayed there. Then he
whispered, 'Suck it.' That seemed to make more sense. Maybe I shouldn't
have, but I really didn't have a problem with that -- I mean, I figured I
was gay, anyway, and that's what gays do. The next thing I knew I had the
head in my mouth and was licking the underside of it and the guy was making
happy noises. A couple of minutes later, I had a mouthful of cum; I think
he left while I was trying to figure out what to do with it. But I was a
cocksucker." He shrugged. "After that, I went looking for other places,
and I found a couple. I'd done it maybe a half-dozen times by Prom night."
Teddy took another pull of his beer, "You see, glory holes are anonymous.
You don't see each other, not faces, anyway, so it's pretty safe for both
people involved. I was pretty happy when I found the setup in the men's
room on Prom night, because things promised to be pretty dull. Little did I
know..." He got quiet and sat back, looking across Mary's lap at Stick.
"Me, huh?" Stick grunted. "Well, I hadn't done shit 'til Prom
night. I brought a flask full of vodka to the Prom and drank half of it
myself, so I was sorta bagged. When I hit the Men's Room, the urinals were
three deep, so I circled around and hit the stalls -- and the stall had a
glory hole and a buncha graffiti. I got a glimpse of Ted scopin' me, and I
was just fucked up enough to go for it."
Stick hit his beer, and sat for a second, then chuckled. "I'd had a
coupla blowjobs, but they wasn't any great shakes..."
"Beulah Tyrone," Mary interjected.
"Yeah," Stick agreed. "Like I said, no great shakes. No pussy,
neither. Well, I stuck my dick through that hole, and it was like nothin' I
ever had before! I gotta pet theory that it's just that guys know what
feels good -- I ain't tested it, and probably never will, but it's a theory.
Anyway, this had a Beulah blowjob beat ALL to Hell! The fact that it almost
HAD to be a dude was embarrassin', but damn! If that's what it took, ya
know?" Stick shrugged, grinning. "That's when I got open-minded about it.
I come outta that Men's Room lookin' for that mouth an' the dude attached --
it was good shit an' I wanted me some more!" At that point, he cocked an
eyebrow at Mary.
Mary sighed. "I guess at that point, things became MY fault. I had
a good idea what Teddy had been up to when he came out of the Men's Room.
When Stick came out, looking, that let the cat out of the bag. Draper had
just roped in Tenisha, and Nate and Nora were looking like an item, and that
left a seat open in Teddy's car, Stick without a ride, and a prime
opportunity to blackmail two guys at the same time. I blackmailed Teddy
into giving Stick a ride home, but dragged them both here, where I had
everything I needed to put the package together." Mary waved her arm at
their surroundings. "The plan was pretty simple; Stick wanted more head,
and I knew the name of his supplier. Teddy needed protection, or who knew
how he'd end up if Stick got his hands on him without a little supervision.
Teddy had been hiding from me off and on for some time, but with Stick here,
I figured he'd feel safer -- especially if I was keeping Stick from doing
anything stupid. The same kind of distraction thing applied to Stick,
properly played."
Randall was rubbing his forehead. "I guess I'm pretty confused..."
"Well, let me tell you how it came down -- that usually works," Mary
replied. "I gave Teddy a beer and sent him off to get drunk -- pretty easy,
since he was scared to death. While Teddy was hiding in the bathroom, I
told Stick that I could produce his cocksucker, but if I did, he owed me --
besides, just knowing he'd gotten a blowjob from a guy was blackmail
material. After Stick and I had made our agreement in principle, I dragged
Teddy out, threw on some bisexual porn to distract him, and made 'em an
offer they couldn't refuse."
"Which was?"
"Stick wanted his dick sucked again. Teddy was chicken, but he
wanted even more than that. Neither of them really had a place where they
could follow up on any of that. I told them that they could play here, any
time, until they got it out of their systems -- but they had to play with
me, too. That meant I got a piece of each of them, but in a situation where
neither of them would get the idea that I was going all moon-eyed on them
and they needed to escape. The more they played with each other, the more
they played with me -- and the more they played with me, the better chance I
had of one of them deciding that I might be worth having..." Mary grinned.
"Add to that the blackmail aspect, and it seemed like a pretty good plan..."
"Was it?" Randall asked.
"You gotta ask?" Stick grinned. "Actually, it worked better than
anybody figured. Neither of us had ever had pussy -- but Mary's is pretty
competitive to the other stuff we were doing. We tried a few things; Mary
put up with shit, and even helped out in places -- I figure most girls
wouldn't. Ted likes it all, mostly, girls or guys. I ain't real interested
in some guy stuff, but the rest is good -- and pussy? Hey..." Stick spread
his hands. "But there's more to it than that. We watch out for each other.
I don' let folk pick on Ted. Mary mothers him, but when she gets tired of
bein' bossy, I stick my oar in. Everybody's happy. Ted's tryin' to teach
Mary how to suck serious dick, and she's learnin' -- but Ted's still better.
Ass is, well, ass. Ever' one is different -- and they're all good. And
Mary's got equipment neither of us has an' both of us are grateful for..."
"So, it's all good?" Darla Jean asked.
"Between us? Yes," Teddy replied. "Other people are the problem.
We have to justify ourselves all the time..."
"Hey, uh, guys, I'm sorry. This was more about curiosity, though,"
Randall apologized. "I'm amazed. You guys make it sound like you've done
just about everything..."
"Well, there are limits," Mary replied. "Both physical and
personality things. Stick, well, isn't interested in getting anal sex --
and, well, given Teddy's equipment, I haven't taken him on, there,
either..."
"Oh?" Darla Jean asked. "So, Teddy really IS different?"
"Very!" Mary replied. "Ummm, maybe we should move on to the exams?
Nothing like showing the proof! Guys?"
Stick shrugged. "Ready, I guess. You?" This question was
directed, not at Teddy, but at Randall.
Randall shrugged. "Sure."
"Ted, why don't you do the middle, then. We can all line up in
front of the couch..."
"I'll hop up," Darla Jean offered. "Then you guys can sit if you
want to." She did so and sat on the chair that Teddy had just vacated.
"Buck naked?" Stick asked, glancing around for agreement. It was
general, so he started skinning out of his stuff. Randall, not to be
outdone, got moving, while Teddy, somewhat shyly, hung back. "Move it,
Ted," Stick admonished, "You're the one the girls wanna talk about."
"Okay, okay."
"Ya been seen once tonight, anyway. No big thing."
Teddy sighed, but got out of his pants. The three of them made an
interesting contrast: Stick was tall and extremely thin, and Randall was
similarly sized and similarly built -- perhaps a few pounds heavier. The
major difference between the pair was color; even their erections were about
the same shape and length. Teddy, on the other hand, was shorter, and while
he was by no means fat, he was carrying more weight on his frame.
Standing between the two taller boys pointed up the differences in
his erection, too. Teddy's cock was primarily an extremely fat glans.
"See?" Mary gestured at it. "That's not for asses. It's pretty good in
front, though!"
Darla Jean got down on her knees before the boys. "May I?" she
asked, indicating that she wanted to touch Teddy's cock.
"Hold up!" Randall roared. "Let's get equal! Off with the
clothing, girls!"
"Can I keep this?" Mary asked, indicating her nightie. "I'll fish
out these..." She unbuttoned the neck button and started extracting her
breasts. Darla Jean said nothing; she merely returned to the straight
chair, plopped down and began removing her shoes and socks. She was the
reason the boys were standing there -- she was DAMNED if she was going to
short ANY of them...
The guys passed a glance. Stick shrugged at Randall and murmured,
"Your call, Man."
Randall pulled at his lip while examining the results of Mary's
efforts. Her wide, splayed breasts WERE fully displayed against the
background of the green fabric, but... "It's not short enough."
"Oh?" Mary glanced down. "Maybe I can roll it..." She started
working at the nightie, rolling the top under and effectively shortening the
hemline. "How's that?"
"More fur," Randall replied, feeling his oats a bit at being in
control. "And I reserve the right to ask for full removal when you girls go
on display."
"Okay, okay," Mary kept rolling.
Stick, however, put an end to it. "Looks like shit. Mary, pull it
off."
"But, Stick!" Mary whined.
"Mary! Git it off!"
"Oh, all right!" Mary rasped, pushing the thing down and off, "Why
you guys insist..."
"We've all seen it before," Teddy chided. "Even Randall, at the
pool."
Randall gave Mary more attention than he had on the previous
occasion. At that time, encouragement was more important; now, she was
basically there for him! Still, it was the girls' turn to examine the boys,
not vice-versa...
Stick ogled Darla Jean. Okay, she was definitely nicer lookin' than
Mary -- question was, was she like a lot of girls? All show and no go? And
how was Randall doin' with this? He'd been cool, so far, but...
Darla Jean was just stepping out of her panties, as cool as a
cucumber, apparently -- except for a bit of a flush at the cheekbones and
shoulders. Actually, she was on fire -- there were THREE naked guys
standing in front of her. Omigawd! But she schooled her features to at
least bring a semblance of scientific detachment. "C'mon, Mary -- the guys
are waiting..." She resumed her kneeling position before Teddy, "Where were
we?"
"I-I think you were going to..." Teddy stuttered.
"I'll be gentle..." Darla Jean reached out to cradle Teddy's balls.
They were bigger than Randall's or Stick's, a pair of heavy orbs in a plump
scrotum.
Teddy started to freak, but Stick caught it. "Easy, Ted. She ain't
hurtin' nothin'," he advised, rubbing Teddy's shoulder.
"O-okay." Teddy stood his ground.
Mary circled to Darla Jeans' left and gathered Teddy's head in for a
kiss. "You're okay, Hon." She glanced down at where Darla Jean was
conducting her exam, "See how thick he is? That head is HUGE! It's GREAT,
once you get it in!"
"Wow, I bet!" Darla Jean agreed, wrapping her fingers around the
narrower shaft behind it. Looking up at Teddy, she added, "It's pretty
impressive."
"It's short..." Teddy gasped. She was stimulating him, even though
she wasn't really trying.
"Well, yes, but length is just one measure. I'm not sure it's as
important as girth..." She rotated her hand on his shaft, rubbing the back
side of the flanged head in the process.
"E-easy!" Teddy groaned. "I go off pretty quick."
"Okay," Darla Jean agreed, dropping her hand. "Can I come back?"
"Sure..."
Darla Jean took a quick look at the erections to either side before
deciding that it was time to do something positive for her new boyfriend.
Shifting to her left, she examined his extended cock critically for a moment
before cradling his smaller scrotum and presenting him with the other hand,
asserting, "In my limited experience, this is VERY good..."
Mary grinned tightly and dropped to her knees before Stick,
carefully giving him the once-over and then similarly presenting his
erection to Darla Jean. "I've had a few, and Stick's no slouch. He and
Teddy are totally different, but either one of them blows away anything I
had before them," she announced with an air of mock seriousness.
"How many HAVE you had, Mary?" Darla Jean asked.
Mary squinched up her face, obviously counting, "Um, about a dozen,
including these two. Stick's a real machine with this thing."
"Randall's... very impressive. And I'm not the only one to think
so. He's really set me off with this." Darla Jean asserted.
"Mmmmm." Mary leaned over and collected Randall's shaft in her
right hand while holding Stick's with her left. "Aside from color, there
doesn't seem to be much difference..."
There really wasn't, either. Randall might have topped Stick by
about half a millimeter in length, while Stick's cock had just a bit more
smoothness to it, not showing as many veins as Randall's. Stick turned his
head, grinning, and asked Randall, "Do you believe this shit?"
Randall shook his head, "At least they're complimentary."
"Yeh."
Mary handed off to Darla Jean, "What do YOU think?"
Darla Jean took the offered black shaft, "Well, it seems pretty
nice..." She recaptured the white one. "They ARE very similar in feel..."
Randall's was, perhaps, just a touch harder, but Stick's felt a bit...
silkier, maybe... Mary backed up and she shifted to the right, making Stick
the sole current focus of her investigation. Examining it critically, she
took in the less-extensive, tightly kinked pubes, the extremely dark color
of the shaft, the compact, yet dangling scrotum. Since Stick was so
narrowly built, his buns were that much more prominent; Darla Jean gave them
a squeeze and cross-checked Randall's, which were pretty decent, too, after
all.
Mary didn't really have any agenda to pursue, so she merely resolved
to have fun. Settling before Randall, she did a pretty thorough exam,
jacking him and stroking his balls. "Jeez, you know, it IS a shame that
this thing didn't have its coming-out party earlier. It's VERY nice..."
"Uh, thanks..." Mary was showing some talent with those hands;
Randall wondered if he'd underestimated her? He schooled himself to remain
stoic, but Mary was delivering a helluva hand job...
Darla Jean glanced over and grinned; Mary was pushing the envelope,
probably deliberately. The invitation to reciprocate was clear, so she
reached out and collected Teddy's cock for a jacking comparison. "Wow!
These sure feel different!" While there was a clear differential between
the glans and shaft on Stick, the effect was multiplied in Teddy, where
there was a serious disparity between the hard but narrow shaft and the
huge, fat glans.
"Yeah, Teddy's unique..." Randall was seeping a little pre-cum;
Mary collected it on her thumb and rubbed it over the soft, sensitive tip of
his cock. Randall hissed in a gasp. "Did you see that? Try it!" Mary
chuckled.
"Umm, I missed it," Darla Jean replied. "I only got the reaction."
She locked eyes with Randall, who popped his eyes and shrugged, clearly
transmitting, 'Well, what am I supposed to do?' She grinned.
"They're running a little goo from the tip, right? Rub it over the
tip with your thumb."
Stick was pretty dry, but Teddy was running a bit; clear fluid was
seeping from the slit at the tip of his glans. "Well, Teddy is." She put
the thumb to work.
"Watch Teddy," Mary admonished, "He'll get..."
"EEEEE!!" Teddy danced back, causing Darla Jean to lose her grip.
"... excited..." Mary laughed. Darla Jean giggled, too, as Teddy
gingerly re-presented himself for her attentions. "Teddy is a quick shooter
on the first pass, making him the boy most likely to shoot all over your
face..."
"I'll bear that in mind."
"Stick ought to be coughing up something... Milk him a bit." Mary
directed. Darla Jean did so, eliciting a grunt and a drop of fluid. Wiping
it around his glans elicited another grunt. Mary glanced at Darla Jean,
"Notice how none of the three of them have objected while we upped the ante?
Guys are worse sluts than gals ever thought of being -- it's their nature.
Watch this!" She darted forward and engulfed Randall's glans.
"Whuh!" Randall grunted, flinching -- but he didn't push Mary away
or back off. "Hey!"
Mary suckled the tip for a moment, cradling his balls, then backed
off and murmured, "Who was it that said 'When you've got 'em by the
balls...'?" She dared Darla Jean with her eyes, "Do Stick first -- Teddy
might make a mess. No need to finish -- just get a taste..."
Darla Jean looked up at Randall, but he was screwed and he knew it.
Mary had made an end-run around any input he had... He opened his mouth,
closed it, then took a shot, anyway, "She took me by surprise!" But Mary,
grinning, re-absorbed his glans. "Aaaahh!" Defeated, he gasped, "Oh, go
ahead!"
Darla Jean oriented on Stick's erection and rolled her lips over the
tip, following up with tongue work. Stick hissed like a teakettle, then
grunted to Randall, "We'll get even, Man! Their turn's comin'!"
That brought about a totally different thought process in Randall.
Shit! Cunt-lapping? Somehow, some way, he had to make sure Stick and Teddy
didn't fuck Darla Jean -- but at the rate things were crashing, he had
virtually no shot...
Having acquired a pretty good taste of Stick, Darla Jean shifted her
attention to Teddy. Cranking open her jaws to take him in was considerably
more work; the spongy head was a mouthful. Mary backed off Randall to watch
and comment as Teddy started dancing to the sensations. "If he starts to
pulse," Mary offered, "better squeeze real hard at the base -- or get ready
to swallow!"
No sooner than Mary had finished the admonishment, Teddy squalled,
"AWWWWWW!!" and his fat glans swelled even more! Darla Jean, realizing that
containment was impossible, backed off a bit so as to have SOME room in her
mouth -- but it wasn't enough! Teddy's first blast was a mouthful, and
Darla Jean was unable to clear it by swallowing before the second followed
-- and started pouring out around her distended lips!
By the third pulse, Darla Jean had things under control again,
though, so that was it for the mess; still the flood was pretty surprising!
"Wow!" she exclaimed when the flow dropped to the point that she could
disengage, "That's a LOT!"
"Um, yeah. Sorry!" Teddy apologized.
"Well, I was warned," Darla Jean replied.
"I'll go get something to clean up with!" Teddy offered, and took
off like a shot for the bathroom.
"Bring a towel AND a washcloth!" Mary admonished. Turning to Darla
Jean, she murmured, "You just set another precedent..."
Darla Jean looked up at Randall. This... could be bad...
Randall wasn't happy, either. Things were out of hand. But what to
do about it wasn't clear...
Randall opened his mouth, but Stick realized that his input was
pivotal at this point. "It's awright. You don' hafta do anything jus'
'cause Teddy got happy..."
Randall regarded Stick pensively. Somehow, the fact that he'd made
the gesture changed things. He nodded at Stick, but turned his gaze to
Darla Jean's anxious face. "It was an accident!" she blurted.
"Yeah, I know." he sighed. "But since you got the data, you'll need
a comparison..." He waved toward Stick.
"Ummm, yeah," Darla Jean murmured. There was a problem, here...
"Mary, may I?"
"Sure." Mary backed off, and Darla Jean captured Randall's cock,
pulling him over next to Stick by it.
"Hang around," Darla Jean murmured, "You're probably gonna need to
finish somebody, but I'd like a direct comparison..." And with that, she
sucked in Randall.
"Aaaahhhh!!" Those wide, thick lips were a resource Mary didn't
have, but... "Easy with the teeth, uh, Darla Jean!" He was going to HAVE
to come up with an endearment...
"Go for full coverage!" Mary coached from behind, "I learned that
from Teddy! Guys aren't like girls -- you can't just concentrate on one
spot. Guys push it all the way in, and pull it almost all the way out --
and you want to do that, too!"
"Yeah," Teddy agreed, "Try to emulate a vagina as much as possible:
lips tight, tongue working the bottom, no teeth -- and try to keep things
good and wet!" He knelt down next to Darla Jean to watch her work while
wiping off her chest with a washrag. "You need to back past the ring at the
base of the head. That's a very sensitive place; you need for your lips to
be tight as you go over it."
Stick grinned, eyes sparkling. "Remember that experiment?" Then he
hissed in a breath as Darla Jean shifted her efforts to him.
Mary laughed, both over Stick's comment and his reaction. Randall
looked at her blankly, so she decided to try to present the idea, "You know,
Randall, most of the experimentation has been according to Darla Jean's test
plan. Stick said something as a joke earlier, when things didn't look like
they were going to go well, but it IS a valid experiment..."
"Umm, what would THAT be?" Randall was watching Darla Jean absorb
Stick's cock, trying to analyze the weird feelings that was causing him.
"Stick swears that guys give better head. We could, like, blindfold
you..."
"Wha-at?" Randall's eyes popped.
"Well, there's at least three of us. You could sample everybody,
blindfolded, and see if Stick is right. Maybe we could do you AND Stick..."
"Ummmm," Randall thought fast. "I'm thinking that two girls and one
guy isn't adequate to validate the theory. Teddy just might be phenomenal,
and that would skew the results."
"Well, what if Stick plays?" Mary asked. Stick flinched...
... And Randall caught it. "I couldn't ask. Besides, if he did,
then I'd be obligated... I don't know if I could do that. Besides, I'd
skew the results the other way, having never done it and not having any
particular inclination..."
Mary shrugged. "The long and short of it is that Stick has done
Teddy maybe once or twice -- it's not on his favorites list, either." She
turned her attention to Stick, "But it was your bright idea..."
Darla Jean had stopped to follow developments, and was grinning from
ear to ear, something neither boy could afford to miss. "Mebbe we should
pass..." Stick faltered.
"Damn! Does that mean I don't get to play?" Teddy complained.
Randall eyed him as if he were about to get snake-bit. "I, uhh...
Stick?"
"He's YOUR frien', Ted. You sure you wanna push him that hard?"
Stick asked.
"Well, it was just ONCE -- for science -- but I guess not..." Teddy
sighed.
"We talked about a certain amount of this," mumbled Randall
apologetically. "Were you planning on, well..."
"Yeah, a little," Teddy admitted. "If I could get away with it."
"What about you?" Randall asked Stick.
"Well, probly not suckin', but I was gonna give it the once-over.
Seemed like we went to a lot of trouble ta get permission..."
"Yeah, you did," Randall sighed. "And I'm pretty sure I can put up
with it. But I don't know if I can... participate..."
"Being the suckee IS participation," Mary pointed out. Darla Jean
said nothing -- she'd caused enough trouble -- but she continued stimulating
both wavering boys with her hands.
"True," Randall agreed, reluctantly. How did he get in this deep?
They were talking about sucking Stick's cock -- which was 'way out there,
for Randall. From the look on Stick's face, the reverse was 'way out there
for HIM, too...
Stick looked apologetic. "I done this a coupla times for Ted,
'cause it ain't right that I get to jus' take all the time. I mean, he
likes it, but it ain't a relationship without no give and take. But
somebody else..."
"That's okay," Randall replied. "I've never AT ALL, and if my dad
found out, I'd be disowned, or something!"
"Big chickens," Mary groused. "So it's all off?"
"Well, the experiment, anyway," Randall murmured. "Maybe after the
exams..."
"Now I have to choose one to finish," Darla Jean sighed. "And
Teddy..."
"Jeezus!" Stick rolled his eyes. "Hey, Man, can you do this? If
you look at it objective-like, it's four mouths on your meat, ya know?
I'll... go ahead..."
"I-I'll give it a shot. It might be the world's fastest blowjob,
and you might have to ignore the retching, but I'll try to at least get
there..." Randall promised. With the onus on him like that, it just wasn't
fair to hold out. Still, it, well, sucked...
"Awright, we're in. Who's first?" Stick grunted. "Let's do Randall
-- that's how it kicked off..."
"I'll get something for a blindfold!" Mary yelled gleefully.
"Whoa! Whoa! Slow down!" Stick yelled, having second thoughts.
"Let's finish the exams, first -- at least on the guys..."
"Um, yeah," Randall agreed. "At least there will be a little
more... familiarity..."
"Yeah," Stick agreed. "You done, Darla Jean?"
"Yeah, this is good, for now, anyway." Darla Jean got up. "What
about you, Mary?"
"I'm good, too," Mary agreed, waving, on her way to a dresser. "You
guys play amongst yourselves..."
"You're up, Ted," Stick grunted, adding to Randall, "We might as
well do like we did for the girls..."
"Hey!" Teddy exclaimed, but he was apparently rapidly over the whole
thing, as he settled to his knees before the displayed cocks.
If anything, Teddy's examination was more thorough than Darla
Jean's. He appeared to weigh scrotums, and gently felt each testicle,
asking the owners if he was injuring them. He handled the shafts with both
hands, one at a time, and then compared them simultaneously, stroking one in
each hand. Finally, he sucked in first Stick's length, then Randall's,
working each one over with his lips and tongue for a few moments. Mary,
having returned with a wide black cloth sash to use as a blindfold,
commented, "I think Teddy's exam was a bit more scientific, Darla Jean."
"Um, maybe," Darla Jean replied. "I should have written up a test
plan."
"Okay, guys," Mary exhorted, "Next!"
Randall and Stick stood there, offering each other the lead, neither
wanting to be the first to bow to the other. Teddy rolled his eyes, "Come
ON! It's not going to kill either of you!"
"Awright," Stick groused, caving in, "C'mere, Ted." He proceeded to
examine both Teddy and Randall, modeling the exam on Teddy's -- minus any
lip service. Randall realized that Stick must have seen, felt -- even
tasted -- Teddy before, but it was kind of a sop to the method laid out by
the girls. Besides, it would work for him... In a bit, Stick grunted and
stood up; it was Randall's turn. It was too late to turn chicken, so
Randall summoned his objectivity, and knelt to examine his colleagues.
Stick looked pretty much like a lot of guys Randall had seen one
time or another in the showers and whatnot, but Teddy was a lot different.
Randall didn't know whether to be envious or feel sorry for Teddy. They'd
actually had a couple of jerk-off parties at the cave, so Randall HAD seen
Teddy's erection before -- but it had all been hands-off; he'd never touched
another boy's penis in his life.
When you set aside all of the emotional baggage, there were things
to be interested in, here. Randall managed dispassionate comparison and
made an effort to learn something. Stick's cock felt a little smoother than
his own, and maybe it wasn't as stiff -- of course, that could all be
because Randall was handling him, too, (it wasn't -- Stick kept a poker
face, but he was enjoying it). Teddy was just so oddly different, with his
short, narrow shaft supporting the monster head. That shaft was hard,
though -- almost steel. Teddy's balls made Stick's -- or Randall's for that
matter -- look small by comparison; they filled his heavy scrotum, while
Stick's dangled loosely. Randall made an effort to give each a good
jacking, trying to impart some pleasure and learning that doing someone else
was a lot more difficult than doing yourself. When he figured he'd taken
equal time, he stood up.
"Ready?" Stick looked around, collecting nods. "Le's get on with
it. What kinda rules we lookin' at?"
"Ummm, just mouths -- maybe hands on the tester's hips if you need
leverage," Darla Jean threw out. "Tester keeps his hands to himself, since
he can probably figure out who is who by touch."
"Okay. Time frames?" Randall asked, thinking, 'Short! Short!
Please!'
"A minute?" Teddy suggested.
"Too long," Mary argued. "Thirty seconds."
Darla Jean nodded. "Anything less probably won't give good data."
"Awright. Remember, cummin' ain't what we're there for." He winked
at Randall; neither of them wanted a mouthful.
"Okay, on to procedure," Darla Jean said. "We blindfold the tester
and go off and choose numbers in silence, then the tester calls out an
order. Somebody not sucking keeps track of time and taps the sucker on the
shoulder. Oh, and no results until after both of you have gone! Get a full
order, not just the winner. We're trying to set a pattern."
Stick grunted. "What if a couple of y'all are too close to call?"
The girls and Teddy swapped glances. "Thirty second suck-off," Mary
responded. "Better only be two, though -- you can get a blowjob later,
either one of you, so no fooling around! Clear?" Both of the testers
nodded. Mary handed Darla Jean the sash, "Okay, Hon, do him up." Darla
Jean very thoroughly blindfolded Randall while the others stepped off to the
more open area of the kitchenette.
"We need to move the damned coffee table," Stick grunted. "Tight
over there."
"You're telling me!" Mary agreed. "Darla Jean, drag him over here
where there's more room when you're done..."
"Are you gonna be okay," Darla Jean asked Randall quietly as she
finished up.
"I think so," Randall replied. "Actually, the blindfold thing
helps, as I think the worst humiliation would be having Stick watch. Once I
go first, I'll be committed -- but I don't see me doing a good job..."
"Stick feels the same way, it looks like. He's tried it and gets
very little out of it. Shall we?" Randall nodded, and Darla Jean led him
over. With Randall in place, Mary waved Darla Jean over and Stick silently
demonstrated the number selection process they'd settled upon, a matter of
clutching the hand into a fist twice and then displaying a certain number of
fingers, sort of a variant on 'Scissors, Paper, Rock.' When they did it the
first time, Teddy and Darla Jean both came up with three, leaving two open,
and so had to do it a second time. Mary ended up with one, Darla Jean two,
Teddy three, and Stick four. "Okay, we're ready," Mary called, "Give us a
sequence."
"Four one three two," Randall replied. Stick grimaced and almost
said 'Shit!', but Mary caught it. He rolled his eyes, but went over and
knelt up. When he was in position, Mary, eyeing her wristwatch gave Stick
the high sign, and Stick leaned forward to lip Randall's dick.
'Full lips,' Randall silently catalogued the sensations, 'Big soft
tongue. Darla Jean? Could be Teddy...' Then he remembered that he wasn't
there to guess who, but determine quality. It was good, but then ANY
blowjob was good, wasn't it? It was a little dry at the start, but picked
up, and whoever it was soon started going deep, off and on -- not deep
throat, just something notable, interspersed with full withdrawals.
For Stick, the whole thing was basically good news. Randall was
blindfolded, which eased the embarrassment -- and, more important, he wasn't
as hard to deal with as Teddy, who was Stick's only partner in this activity
to date. The realization that Teddy was in some ways advanced cock-sucking,
and Randall was a good deal less challenging raised Stick's self-confidence,
driving the quality of his effort up. By the time Mary tapped him on the
shoulder, Stick had decided that while he'd prefer to avoid this kind of
thing, it WAS survivable -- and he was experimenting a bit with depths and
pressures.
Mary handed off her wristwatch and assumed the position. Randall
found that he instantly missed the first contestant upon withdrawal, so the
replacement was very welcome -- and somewhat familiar. He got back to
judging, evaluating the totally different technique; there were lots of
withdrawals for teasing licks and concentration on the head without much
going for depth. When whoever it was DID go deep, he or she tended to hang
out there for a bit instead of coming back up. It was generally nice, and
sometimes wildly stimulating, but Randall figured that he could probably
last a week without an orgasm.
For Mary, a blowjob was all about making a boy happy. If the guy
shot, it was a success, and she got a certain satisfaction from the effort.
She figured her teasing attack would probably place her 'way up the
standings...
Stick waved Teddy over and tapped Mary on the shoulder for the
switch. From Randall's perspective, it was night and day; the new mouth was
hot, soft, liquid, loose on the in-stroke and tight on the out-stroke. Light
touches on his hips supported a driving attack that went from crown to some
depth in long strokes, an action that brought Randall's first verbal
recognition, "Man!" The sucker seemed to chuckle a bit after that...
It was all cool for Teddy; Randall had a nice dick and he took what
was probably going to be his only opportunity to make it memorable for both
of them. That Randall should yell, "Man!" inadvertently identifying the sex
of his sucker tickled Teddy.
Thirty seconds went quickly, and Mary, again in charge of the
wristwatch, signaled the change. Darla Jean knelt up and absorbed her new
boyfriend's cock. Darla Jean's experiences with cock-sucking had been
decidedly mixed, what with Ted Phipps' brutal treatment, and Dwayne and
Teddy both basically shooting off almost immediately. Randall and Stick
both seemed to represent a different school than anything she'd dealt with
before. Mindful of Teddy's tutoring, Darla Jean worked on being soft and
wet and providing a rhythm...
...VERY successfully, in Randall's opinion. This was going to be
tough! In fact, when Mary tapped Darla Jean on the shoulder, Randall
screwed up his face and said, "Uh, I hate to do this, but can I have Number
Four again?"
Mary pulled Darla Jean back to the group to preserve the anonymity
of both of them before asking, "Who are you comparing to?"
"Ummm, Two. I won't need that one again..." Randall guessed.
"Well, if you re-do Four, you should also re-do Two, so a better
second effort by Four doesn't prejudice you," Mary argued. Teddy was
covering his face to keep from laughing, and Stick was rolling his eyes and
shaking his head. Talk about humiliating!
"Okay," Randall agreed, "I was just trying not to seem greedy."
Mary turned to Stick and raised her eyebrows. Stick's shoulders
slumped, and he went to kneel up. In a moment, Randall was again encased in
a mouth. 'Fuck it!' Stick thought, and started corkscrewing his head on the
down stroke. This made things pretty wild for Randall, and clarified the
standings, momentarily.
But Darla Jean was watching, both the action and the reaction, and
would not willingly be out-gunned. When she knelt up, she went to work with
an approximation of the same technique, and Randall began to wonder if he
was going to orgasm before this last bout was over; sadly, though, he didn't
manage to QUITE slip over the precipice. "Wow! You're right, Mary, that
wouldn't have been fair!" he commented as Darla Jean rose from her position
and rejoined the group a few feet away.
"Okay, Darla Jean, undo him. Stick, Honey, your turn..." Mary
directed. Darla Jean undid Randall's blindfold and used the sash to
blindfold Stick. Meanwhile, Randall joined the group. "So, do you have
them ranked?" Mary asked.
"Yeah," Randall nodded. "It wasn't easy between those two."
Mary grinned. "I bet. Okay, this is how we choose numbers..." She
demonstrated. Darla Jean returned; Mary added, "Okay, let's do it." This
time, there were no overlaps; Teddy got one, Mary two, Randall three, and
Darla Jean four. "Okay, Honey, give us an order."
"Ummm, two one three four," Stick announced.
"All rightie, then," Mary muttered. "Remember, you're not guessing
who is doing you, you're grading the effort..." Teddy got the watch, and
Mary knelt up.
Stick was in it for the fun. Sometime, Randall was gonna suck him,
and even if he couldn't tell when, it was still gonna be a kick because
Randall was so grossed out about it. When the first contestant got started,
all Stick knew was that it wasn't Ted; other than that, he had no real
indication. Well, he wasn't supposed to guess who, anyway... It was pretty
nice, but whoever it was couldn't seem to get a rhythm going. Ah, well.
Teddy tapped Mary and they switched places. Stick instantly knew
who he was dealing with -- the efforts were apples and oranges. He almost
announced recognition, but that wouldn't be right; besides, one of the
others MIGHT be better...
Mary waved Randall over and silently confirmed his readiness with
him. Randall was obviously reluctant, but just as obviously game. Mary
tapped Teddy and Round Two ended and Round Three began.
Randall approached things hesitantly; Mary deliberately did not
start timing until Randall actually cradled Stick's length on his tongue,
which was probably a dead giveaway as to who it was. Once he got started,
though, Randall went ahead and used the comparison information he'd recently
acquired to make a creditable effort. Fortunately, Stick wasn't gamey or
anything -- once Randall got used to the texture there were no issues. 'This
isn't so bad, I guess -- not horrible, anyway. I wouldn't want to do it in
a jail cell with some bodybuilder, but...' the thought filtered through
Randall's consciousness.
From Stick's perspective, the swap out was slow -- which was
probably a good thing as he might have lost it after Teddy. Once whoever it
was got going, it wasn't bad -- better than Number Two, in fact. Kinda
tentative, but more stroke...
Finally, Darla Jean knelt up and took over. Actually, she arrived
early, wanting to fix in her mind just how Randall was handling all this.
When he backed off, he kind of popped his eyes and shrugged, but didn't seem
to be permanently damaged. While in process, he'd just looked like he was
concentrating on what he was doing.
Darla Jean brought the full amount of her recent experience to bear
on Stick, wetly sucking, then instituting the corkscrewing maneuver for a
second before realizing that it might identify her. Still it was a prime
effort, and made her easy to categorize. Mary tapped her on the shoulder,
and the experiment was over -- now, for the results... "That's it, Hon,"
Mary announced. "Are you all set?"
"Yeah." There was no requirement for a rematch.
"Okay. Darla Jean, will you undo him? I'll go get some paper..."
Mary headed off to a desk on another wall. "If everyone can settle back
around the couch, we can check the results..." The others resumed their
seats, collecting their beers; Stick got a fresh one. Both he and Randall
made a production out of swishing beer in their mouths, to the laughter of
the other three.
Mary brought back some paper and sat down at the couch, thought a
moment and started making a chart. Leaving some room at the left margin,
she put the numbers one, two, three and four in a column. Then, thinking
about it a bit, she put a two behind the one, a four behind the two, a one
behind the three and, after a moment's hesitation over whether to run
Randall and Stick separately, a three behind the four. "Okay, Randall, your
results?"
"Ummm, Three, Four, Two, One," Randall replied.
Mary scratched in the numbers one through four to indicate position
behind the first two columns. "Stick?"
"Lessee," Stick conjured it up. "One, Four, Three, Two."
"Jeez, that's embarrassing," Mary muttered.
"What?" Darla Jean asked.
"In a sec." Mary now added the scores for an aggregate. Finally,
in the left margin, she added names. The finished chart looked like this:
Rnd1 Rnd 2 Rand Stick Score Males Females
Mary 1 2 4 4 8 7 13
D. J. 2 4 3 2 5
Teddy 3 1 1 1 2
R/S 4 3 2 3 5
"Apparently, Stick is right," Mary announced. "And I'm the world's
worst cocksucker!" She turned on Randall, "And Stick is better than Darla
Jean..."
"Ummm," Randall was floored! "Uh, I, um, it was REAL CLOSE!"
Darla Jean tittered, and Stick rolled his eyes -- how embarrassing!
"Jeezus!" he complained.
"Of course, Teddy took top honors," Mary added.
"Maybe I should have judged a round!" Teddy offered. "That might
have evened things out!"
"Even YOU can't cum four times in two minutes!" Mary jeered, "But
SOMEBODY would get a mouthful! And that would probably screw everyone else
up!" She shook her head. "I'm not sure you could really provide good
data..."
"Well," Darla Jean opined, "He DID kind of skew things, being as
good at it as he is... Besides, he just came a little bit ago."
Stick scratched his head, and turned to Randall. "Well, they's two
things here. On one hand, it means we both gotta go again. On the other,
Ted's done us both... He's fuckin' up the curve, I bet."
Randall sighed. Stick was right, and at least three of them --
himself, Teddy, and Darla Jean -- had the scientific training to know it.
Basically, he could wimp out or he could go another round... "Guess you're
right. Do we need any adjustments to the method? No? Then get out the
blindfold..." Darla Jean collected the sash and nodded Teddy back out to
the area where the other testing had been done while the others collected to
sort out order. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Randall complained.
Mary chuckled. "It's all in the name of science."
"Is it? Certainly, that's the excuse, but..." Randall shook his
head.
Darla Jean rubbed his back, "If you didn't KNOW it, no one could
convince you to be standing here." She came around and offered him a kiss,
something that hadn't really happened under similar circumstances before.
Randall accepted the offer -- and it helped -- his outlook, anyway...
Stick shook his head. Well, embarrassing as it was, HE was
committed to giving Ted the occasional blowjob -- Randall certainly wasn't.
"Awright, let's get numbers..." The foursome shook out, Stick getting one,
Mary getting two, Darla Jean getting three, and Randall four. "We're ready
over, here, Ted. Give us a batting order."
"Okay," Teddy grinned below the blindfold. "Two, four, one, three."
"BATTER UP!" Stick roared. Mary rolled her eyes and handed Darla
Jean her wristwatch. Kneeling up, she went carefully to work.
Teddy's erection was an effort to absorb, but she'd done it before
and knew what to expect. In addition, Mary's method was better suited to
Teddy's unusual anatomy -- she just captured his glans in her lips and
washed her tongue along the underside. Teddy danced from foot to foot,
reveling in the sensations. At thirty seconds, Darla Jean tapped Mary on
the shoulder, and she backed off, much to Teddy's vexation.
Next up was Randall, who had very little experience at fellatio and
NONE with Teddy. It was immediately evident that the kind of thing that had
worked with Stick was NOT going to work with Teddy -- taking him in was like
trying to eat a plum whole, and one just didn't bob on his erection -- it
was too easy to gag on it. Eventually, he settled for something similar to
Mary's effort, but it took almost the entire thirty seconds he was allotted
to do so. Needless to say, the performance was somewhat lacking from
Teddy's perspective.
Randall rolled his eyes and shrugged in exasperation as he arose,
and Stick almost made verbal agreement -- but he stopped himself, as it
would have given him away. Experience gave Stick a considerable leg up on
the problem, and his thick lips helped; Teddy was again dancing at the end
of thirty seconds. This was more like it! A LOT more like it!
Mary tapped Stick on the shoulder, and the final iteration began as
Darla Jean knelt to replace Stick. Darla Jean's experience with Teddy's
erection wasn't much more than Randall's, despite the fact that she'd
swallowed a load of Teddy's ejaculate -- that was more a result of Teddy
being quick on the trigger than anything amazing in the way of technique on
Darla Jean's part. Still, she'd had him in her mouth and knew what to
expect, so things went more smoothly than they had with Randall. Thirty
seconds was thirty seconds, though; Darla Jean managed to put forth an
effort WITHOUT obtaining a second load from Teddy, despite the warm-up from
Stick. Mary tapped Darla Jean on the shoulder, and it was analysis time.
Being careful not to make identification, Mary asked Darla Jean, "Will you
undo him?"
"Sure." Darla Jean pretended that she hadn't been there moments ago
and undid Teddy's blindfold while the others returned to the conversation
nook.
Mary sat and scratched her head over how to re-score things. In a
moment, she thought she had something; adding a couple of columns and a row,
she asked Teddy, "Okay, results?"
"Ummm, two, one, three, four," Teddy replied. Mary inked the
numbers in and frowned. "There is something wrong -- our scores are too
high!"
Randall took a look, "Oh. Each of you were in all three test
rounds, while each of us was only in two. What happens if you multiply
girls' scores by two-thirds?"
Mary did it. "Okay, that works, but how do we figure out which
group is out in front?"
"Oh, easy," Randall replied. "Average them. Add everyone in the
group and divide by the number of people in it."
Mary did some figuring and sat back. "Well, this is it. According
to this, the guys are still out in front, although the margin has narrowed.
Teddy loves me, and that helped, but he loves Stick, too..." She turned to
Stick and grinned slyly, "Sorry, Hon, but apparently you're better at it
than you want to be..." She spun the sheet around and everyone gathered
around to look:
Rnd1 Rnd 2 Rnd 3 Rand Stick Teddy Score Males Females
Mary 1 2 2 4 4 1 9x2/3=6 4 1/3 5 2/3
D. J. 2 4 3 3 2 3 8x2/3=5 1/3
Teddy 3 1 1 1 2
Randall 3 4 3 4 7
Stick 4 1 2 2 4
Randall looked relieved; his raw score exceeded even Mary's after
Teddy's round. Darla Jean smirked at him and murmured, "I bet you could do
better. On the other hand, I guess I have a lot to learn."
"Well, maybe not," Randall allowed. "Things were VERY close between
you and Stick; maybe I just got it wrong..."
"Maybe," Darla Jean's eyelids drooped.
"Of course, practice makes perfect..." Randall added.
"Yeh," Stick grinned. "Everybody horny? C'mon, Mary, I wanna get
me some!"
Mary turned to Darla Jean, "Just pull out the couch and go to town,
Hon. There's sheets and stuff..." She waved vaguely and moved off toward
the bed, Teddy trailing her. In mere moments, Mary was kneeling over a
supine Teddy, sucking, while Stick entered her from behind.
"Wow! They didn't waste any time!" Randall exclaimed.
"Um, no, they didn't," Darla Jean agreed in a distracted voice.
"Mind if I watch?"
"No, but I think we can do better. Crawl up on the couch and lean
over the back," Randall ordered. Darla Jean eyed him in surprise, but did
so. "Are you wet?"
"Uh huh."
"Spread your legs a little, then, and I'll see if I can't add to
things," Randall directed. "Go ahead and watch the show..." The blunt head
of his cock nosed between her labia and started rubbing...
"Oooohhh!" This WAS a plan! Darla Jean watched Stick's shiny black
cock shuffle in and out of Mary while she suckled Teddy; in a moment, the
whole thing was augmented by Randall's diamond-hard erection boring into her
tunnel for the first time. "Oh, boy!"
Randall, grinning from ear to ear, put his hips in drive. In
moments, Darla Jean had shifted her grip on the couch back and was driving
back against him, grunting softly. The fit was SOOOO perfect...
Darla Jean was in Heaven! Already, the evening had exceeded
expectation; now she was watching an interracial ménage à trois while the
Number One cock in her experience slid in and out of her twat! Pleasure
enveloped her, mounted; the other three seemed to be operating at the end of
a tunnel, fascinating, but distanced by the fire that Randall ignited with
his pistoning cock. "Oh, God!"
Stick heard the noise and glanced up and grinned at Randall, "Kewl,
Man! Git it! Make her dance!" Randall grinned back; a bond had been
formed with Stick, after all, sometime during the evening, and obvious
differences were set aside. Both of them hammered away at their women,
long-stroking.
Mary was hot and happy, but she was also distracted by Teddy's cock,
so Darla Jean got the first orgasm of the session. She was quite the sight
-- red of face and upper chest while her eyes rolled up and she wailed,
"WAAAAAA!!! UHNG! UHNG! UHNG!" Her ass was going nuts as she slammed back
into Randall, maximizing the impacts on her swollen clit while her thigh
muscles jumped to the shock waves.
Randall rode through it, pushing for two from her if he could make
it happen -- but excitement was general and additive. Randall watched as
Teddy's eyes bulged and he convulsed, grunting tensely while Mary swallowed
once, twice. Then Mary's head came up and she started moving more seriously
in response to Stick's thrusts. The position she was in emphasized her
small breasts, but unfortunately there were some other things going on
there, too. Still, it was exciting to watch, and Randall admitted to
himself that, yeah, he'd fuck Mary if it came to that -- besides, Mary had
this common sense thing about her...
Stick was starting to get this agitated look that said the end was
near, but Mary seemed to be a few seconds ahead of him. "Oh, Baby! Gimme!
I'm close! I'm close! AAAAHHHHHH!!!" she wailed, straining as her muscles
locked. Randall could see her stomach muscles ripple, an action made all
the more visible by the motion it imparted to the roll over her belly.
Mary's clench brought Stick off and he arched like a bow, teeth
gritted while he crushed himself against Mary's ass and let fly with his
ejaculate. The sight brought off a sympathetic detonation in both Darla
Jean and Randall; Darla Jean had been watching every bit as closely as
Randall, and rushing back up the slope to orgasm rapidly due to a number of
factors, not the least of which was the fact that Randall had unconsciously
tuned his stroke to Stick's, deepening her immersion in the action on the
bed. Now, watching Stick's balls leap in his scrotum as his cock pulsed
seed into Mary, Darla Jean's pussy pulsed in sympathetic detonation -- and
Randall, taken up by the same set of inputs, found his peak and erupted into
her pulsing channel. This doubled things up for both of them, and their
attention shifted from the scene on the bed to their own mutual cataclysm.
Darla Jean was beyond speech, a grunted "Hrrgh! Hrrgh! Hrrgh!" all she
could get past her paralyzed diaphragm; Randall managed even less in the way
of sound, only managing a strained grunt as his cock gouted semen into Darla
Jean while he ground himself against her as if he was going to climb inside
her compact twat.
Stick summed it up in the aftermath: "Damn, that was good! I'm
wasted! Somebody kill the lights!"