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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 23 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mm oral inc

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 23

        "Okay, your turn, Man."

        "Hey!  What the fuck?"

        "It was two minutes, Man, not until you finished.  You'll get
another shot..."

        "Shit."

        Louise Carter heard this exchange through the door to the small room
in her small house occupied by her two large sons.  God knew what they were
doing...  In the background were moans and groans and other noises that
indicated that they probably had a porn video up on the computer they
shared.  She and Fred had decided to allow that in order to give them SOME
outlet...  Gathering herself, she tapped on the door.  "Boys?  Can I come
in?"

        "Shit!" someone hissed.  "Kill the video!"  There was a lot of
thrashing around; the video was silenced, then Terence, her oldest, opened
the door in his gym shorts, unable to hide a serious boner.

        Louise ignored it and stepped inside the room.  "I need to talk to
you boys for a moment -- and the subject is... delicate..."

        "We ain't done nothin'!" Terence grunted defensively, having
retreated to his bunk and flipped a sheet over his embarrassing erection.

        Louise held up her hands.  "Nobody said you did, Boy!"

        Damian, seated on the other bunk, held his peace, watching.  The
boys were very different; Terence was huge and had his father's rough
features, while his younger brother was smaller, smoother, and lighter-
skinned -- and only held a talking resemblance to anyone in either of his
parent's families.  It was Fred's contention that Louise's birth control had
failed at a swing party, and that Damian wasn't his; certainly, her birth
control HAD failed, and the evidence was damning -- but no one had ever run
a paternity test.  Still, it had become more and more of an issue between
Fred and Louise as the boys had grown up...

        In fact, it was a real hot-button issue, now; Louise had
underrepresented her relationship with her husband to Beth -- they were an
armed camp.  Louise and Fred hadn't had sex in months, and Louise suspected
that he was looking elsewhere -- and part of the reason was Damian.  Damian
was just too different -- too smooth, too polished, too gifted...  Terence
was a chip off the old block -- and that only pointed up the obvious.  Add
three scrapes with sophomore girls whose panties Damian had managed to talk
his way into -- all at about the same time -- and Fred had rapidly become
fed up...

        Terence wasn't much better; there had been a nasty incident wherein
a girl Terence took out almost pressed charges for date-rape -- and THEN
ended up pregnant, something only papered over when Fred paid for the
abortion...  Fred was oddly proud of that, in some ways, costly as the
incident had been -- it proved him to be a stud, too, by proxy.

        The boys had both gone on-line sexually at thirteen; there was a
tacit agreement that they would confine the results of their masturbation
sessions to some old cloth diapers that Louise had had lying around the
house and that she would launder them and return them to the closet without
commenting on the copious, musky coatings on them when she collected them
from the boys' room.  The antics that both of them had been involved in had
marked them at school; girls stayed away in order not to get sucked into an
embarrassing situation.  Damian might have risen above this -- his smooth
charm could overcome most obstacles -- but the fact that he had played the
field so vigorously and publicly made the girls extra leery.  So Fred and
Louise let them download Internet porn and looked the other way while they
suffered as all randy boys suffer through their teen years.

        Now, as she settled into the task chair before the computer they
shared, facing them, Damian waited, silently watching his mother while
Terence blustered; Damian was the smarter of the pair, too -- this wasn't
the first time he'd sat back and let his brother draw fire from a parent.
Louise eyed him, letting him know that she was onto his little tricks while
ignoring Terence's ongoing defensive mumblings.  Gathering herself, she cut
across them, "It's not about that -- or, well, it is, and it isn't..."

        Terence shut up; looking at him, it appeared that he still had
SOMETHING to feel guilty about, but she wasn't going there.  Besides, if it
was a shared issue (and it undoubtedly was), Damian would do his best to
sidetrack her to keep her from prying anything from his older brother -- and
he was good at it.  Louise hoped it wasn't important and pressed on, "I have
a, well, proposition for you two -- something that might benefit you -- but
I need to know if you're interested AND if you can keep it a secret..."

        "Secret?"  Damian perked up.

        "Yes," Louise nodded.  "Secret.  Thus far, when you two have entered
into sexual relationships with girls, you've been TERRIBLE about protecting
your sources.  If I manage to set this thing up, you MUST keep it under
wraps, or it will fall apart and ruin a BUNCH of people!  If you don't think
you can do that, I won't go any further..."

        Damian rubbed his chin.  Everything about sex seemed to be secret;
why couldn't you just fuck a bitch and be done with it?  Still, Mama was
talking about pussy...  Shit, that was pretty weird to start with!  Mama
pimping pussy?  He flicked a glance a Terence to tell him that he was taking
over and muttered, "If it's, like, a serious part of the deal, I figure we
can do what needs doing..."

        "It's the right thing to do, anyway, Boy!" Louise admonished.  "If
you'd kept your activities secret until you picked one girlfriend, you
wouldn't have pissed all three of the girls you were having sex with off --
and other girls might have trusted you!"

        'Aw SHIT!  I stepped in it!'  "Yes, Ma'am," Damian rolled over.  No
sense arguing when Mama was right...

        Terence grinned -- he'd fucked up, too, but it hadn't been over
publicity.  Watching little brother get raked over the coals for once was
fun...

        Mama swept her eyes to him, though, and announced, "I need YOUR
agreement, too!"

        "Okay, yeah, sure..." Terence sputtered.

        "Okay," Mama murmured.  "I'm not making any promises, but I have a
line on something.  I guess the second question is, do you have any problems
with the idea of having sex with an older woman?  Say, my age?"

        Damian froze, and his eyes popped.  Louise rushed to add, "No, not
me!"  Damian settled a bit, and Louise added, "There ARE benefits -- for one
thing, they know what they're doing.  For another, they're there to have
sex, not catch a husband.  And, third, they're more careful about birth
control!"  she raised her hands, presenting herself disparagingly, "Of
course, they might be a little bit frayed around the edges..."

        Terence flicked a glance at his younger brother -- this was beyond
him.  Damian looked pensive.  "So, how frayed would that be, Mama?"

        "Well..."  Louise pictured Beth.  "I don't really know, yet -- but
they are apparently seeing other boys your age..."

        This all sounded almost too good to be true.  Mama wasn't a hag,
after all...  Shit, he'd do her, under the right circumstances...  "So this
is just fucking?  Is there money involved?"

        "Um, no," Louise replied.  "No money -- at least, not that I am
aware of.  It's a club, sort of, for swingers.  Or maybe just a small group.
I don't have everything, yet.  If we join, though, it's not just you..."
Louise dropped her eyes, "It's me, too."

        "And Pa?" Terence asked, loyally.

        "Um, no, Son.  Your father has his own thing going, apparently.
Besides, this group has a set focus."  She locked eyes with Terence, "I'm
afraid you'd have to keep it secret from him, too."

        Terence recognized that he was suddenly holding the keys of power.
"And if I didn't?"

        "Well, if you're seriously thinking about it, then I'll just have to
forget the whole thing," Louise replied.  "If you do it, I'm thinking that
you are looking forward to seeing your father and I divorced, because that's
undoubtedly what would happen."

        Damian favored Terence with a look of brotherly disgust, "Shut up,
Dickhead!  You could fuck up a wet dream!"

        Terence opened his mouth for retort, but Louise stepped in, "Boys!
Stop it!"  Turning to Terence, she added, "Are we done, here?"

        "What?"

        "If you are hot to tell your father, this is a dead issue," Louise
clarified.

        "Uh, sorry -- got carried away," Terence mumbled.

        "This family is already in tatters -- it won't take much," Louise
continued to press.  "Your father is dating some woman at work -- or at
least fucking her.  I'm looking the other way for everyone's sake, but if
you want to pick between us..."

        "Okay, okay, forget it!  I was wrong!  Sorry!" Terence apologized.
"I want in this thing -- really!  It sounds great!"

        "And you don't mind if I..." Louise pressed.

        "No, no, it's cool," Terence waved it off.  "If Pa's playing, you
can, too..."

        "Well, don't ever confront him about it," Louise warned.  "He'll
have to come out into the open about it -- and that would screw things up.
Okay?"

        "Yeah, I get it," Terence nodded.

        Louise swept her eyes to her younger son, "And you?"

        "I'm good with both sides," Damian replied.  Maybe he'd get to watch
Mama fuck some dude -- that'd be hot...  Mama could be lying about Pa -- but
she probably wasn't, even if she thought she was.  Besides, he knew which
side his bread was buttered on...  "Can you tell us anything else?"

        "I'm still... negotiating..." Louise replied.  "This is all very
hush-hush.  Um, if it goes through, you'll probably see some of your school
friends...  It's them and their mothers.  They're... swapping.  There's no
incest -- this is sort of to avoid it.  Basically, you can have sex with
anyone else in the group's mother -- at least, theoretically.  I don't know
what limitations have been set..."

        The boys shared a glance.  "Dudes from school?  And their mothers?
SWEET!"  Damian enthused.  Some of the dudes at school had HOT moms!
"Anything else?"

        "Well, I only really have one contact -- and she's white..."  Damian
rocked back in his bed and shared a surprised glance with his brother, so
Louise queried, "Is that okay?"

        Damian recovered himself.  "Yeah, that's fine, Mama..."  Inside, he
was crowing, 'WHITE BITCHES!'  Half of the porn fantasies he and his brother
downloaded from the Net were of some white bitch taking black cock...  You
saw some serious black ho's, too, but white ho's seemed to appeal to
everybody.  Now they could connect that shit to REAL PUSSY!  How cool was
THAT?

        "So I should go on with this thing, right?" Louise confirmed.  Both
boys nodded.  Louise got up to leave, "Okay.  Not a word to anybody, now --
this thing is serious from a couple of different perspectives -- for
instance, you two are both under eighteen -- and so are the other boys in
the group, apparently.  I don't have to tell you the kind of wild publicity
doing things with partners who are under age gets you!  You don't want to
have to come visit me in jail, do you?"

        "No, Mama!" Terence answered for the pair.

        "Well, remember that when the time comes.  Only people IN the group
can know what happens there!  People OUTSIDE the group can get us ALL
arrested!" Louise cautioned.  Terence nodded, wide-eyed; Louise glanced at
Damian, who nodded warily.  He got it.  "Okay, I'll leave you two to
yourselves, then..."  Louise backed out, closing the door.

        "Fuck, Bro!  That's shit hot!" Terence enthused.

        "Sure as fuck is!" Damian agreed.  "Awright, your turn, Man!  Turn
the video back on!  I wanna watch that while I get mine!  Maybe we'll get
one like that!"

        "Aw, goddammit!" Terence complained.

        "Let's go, Man -- you're up!  Or don't expect any more from me!"
Damian warned.

        "Awright.  Lemme get the video..."  Terence maximized Media Player
and kicked off the video of a big bubble-butt white bitch taking two cocks.

        Damian flipped back the sheet and parked his ass on the edge of the
bed, exposing his erection.  Terence walked over and dropped to his knees,
admonishing, "Two minutes, Man -- then I get mine again..."

        "Yeah, yeah," Damian pulled his brother's head to him, "Suck!"

        Terence wrapped his thick lips around his brother's throbbing seven
inches.  THIS was a secret that he CERTAINLY didn't want to get out!  It had
taken Damian a month to get him to think about it and another month and
breaking down and going first before he got him to DO it, but having your
cock sucked beat jacking off, and as long as they were fair and even about
it, everything was cool...  They'd been taking care of each other's action
that way for about six months -- more or less since pussy had superseded
jacking off for both of them, then been jerked away when they fucked up; a
replacement had been required, and that one (and one other that they hadn't
gotten up the nerve for) had been suggested by a bisexual flick they'd
downloaded.  They'd taken in a few gay flicks since -- and they could be
exciting -- but pussy was the thing, and blowjobs ran a close second.  Mama
would probably shit a brick -- and Pa...  Terence didn't want to think about
it.  But sucking dick hadn't killed either of them, and being on the
receiving end was sure fucking great...  And it wasn't as if they got horny
looking at cocks in the boy's showers, or anything -- well, maybe once or
twice, mildly...  Terence skinned back Damian's foreskin and tongued the
underside of his mushroom cock head, bringing excited groans from Little
Brother...

        Damian cupped the back of Big Brother's head and drove him a bit
farther onto his swollen meat, then let him back off.  Big Brother was an
idiot and never watched the clock; Damian would probably get in three
minutes of his hot mouth before Big Brother looked up to check it.  Damian
was pretty sure that Big Brother actually liked to suck and got carried away
while he was doing it -- but he knew better than to say any such thing;
that'd be the end of blow jobs, period!  Meanwhile, he had a hot mouth on
his cock and the picture of some skank taking about a foot of dark meat up
the ass; it didn't get much better than this!  Big Brother clamped down with
his lips and rode his tongue back and forth under his cock head and Damian
felt his balls begin to crawl up...  "I'm gonna get it, Bro!  Don't fuck me
over!"

        Terence checked the clock and rolled his eyes; Damian was cheating
again!  Still, if he got his nut, Little Brother would return the favor
without clock-watching; might as well finish him off...

        "Ah!  Ah!  SHIT!"  Damian clutched Terence's head, hunched himself,
pushed in deeper, and started to spew; it wasn't a throat-fuck -- neither of
them had gotten that far, despite watching numerous videos of people -- male
and female -- who did.  Maybe someday, one of them would take the plunge,
but there was a macho image thing, there -- giving it up first said you were
just a little bit queerer...  Ass was the same thing; Damian wanted some,
but to get it, he'd have to up some.  Thus far, they'd just played a little
with each other's assholes while giving head, each of them watching for the
other to stretch the edge of the envelope...  Still, Damian was moving
things, very slowly...  Big Brother liked to have his bunghole fingered; it
got him off quicker.  Damian would do that this time -- maybe even press a
little to see how Terence reacted.  He had a feeling that Big Brother WOULD
take a dick, eventually, if he kept the approach slow and easy...  He let go
of Big Brother's head; Terence rocked back, collected Damian's cum rag from
under the bed, hawked and spat up a gob up Damian's cum onto it.  "Thanks,
Bro," Damian grunted.

        "Jus' gimme mine," Terence grunted, climbing up and sitting on the
edge of the bed -- rocking back on his elbows so his asshole was exposed, as
well as his dick.

        'Yeah, it's coming,' Damian grinned to himself.  'Big Bro gives me a
little more every day...'  He knelt and collected Terence's bloated meat in
his mouth and started pumping his lips up and down his brother's thick
shaft, his finger drifting up and down Terence's ass crack.  Terence
groaned, shifting his attention between his brother's bobbing head and the
video.  Little Brother gave amazing fucking head, and the finger thing just
drove him nuts...

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        Wednesday morning the women met at their usual spot.  Jean had to
work at nine-thirty, so they met at eight.  Again, Candace made Beth run
errands -- and Jean let it ride.  When they were finally settled, Candace
briefed Jean, "Beth says Nurse Carter won't be bought off with the doctor --
she's married, and only wants a roll or two.  And she's still interested in
joining the group..."  She waved at Beth to continue.

        "She didn't like the picture thing," Beth related..

        "I wouldn't either, if I was her," Jean interrupted.  "I don't like
how such things have gone on up to now, either."

        "Yeah, yeah," Candace rolled her eyes.  "So what are we supposed to
do?"

        "Well, isn't she as exposed as everyone else?" Beth asked.  "If she
has sex with our sons..."

        "Yeah, that's kind of a freebie," Candace complained.  "What do WE
get out of that?"

        Beth shrugged.  "I said something about her not being a full
member..."

        "Why not?" Jean asked.

        "No boys coming with her," Candace related.

        "She got odd at that," Beth went on, "said something about maybe she
could do that, too.  I think she has a boy -- maybe two.  Heck, maybe more
-- I dunno..."

        "She's black," Candace mused.  "I can't decide whether that's hot or
a bad idea.  Maybe it's both..."

        "If she has sons, THEY'LL be black..." Jean mused.

        "Yeah," Candace agreed.  "Is that an issue?"  Her eyes challenged
the others.

        Jean honestly didn't know -- but she knew what Toby would want her
to answer.  "I guess not..."

        Candace swung her gaze to Beth, who dropped her head, "No,
Mistress."

        Having collected that confirmation, Candace went back at Jean.  "So
you'd fuck them?"

        "Would you?" Jean shot back.  It was her only possible defense...

        "Yes," Candace nodded.  "If it comes to that, I'll take them on.
Beth will, too, whether she likes it or not!"

        Jean shrugged.  "Then I will, too, I guess..."

        "I'm gonna hold you to that!" Candace pressed.

        Jean nodded, thinking, 'I knew you would...'

        Beth watched the other pair thrust and parry -- she was out of it.
Mistress had said she would fuck Louise's boys -- so she would.  She'd have
done it, anyway...  When it was over, she murmured, "Mistress, I told you
that Louise wants to talk to someone else, remember?"

        "Yes," Candace replied, eyeing Jean.  "She wants to talk to 'someone
in authority' -- and knows that Beth isn't it..."

        This left Jean with an obvious problem:  Did she let Candace speak
for her?  For the group?  "Can we, ummm, take the call together?"

        "Then no one is in charge," Candace grated.

        "You can talk -- I just want to be able to provide silent input,"
Jean placated.

        "Anyone else?"  Candace wasn't pleased.

        Jean shrugged.  "Toby?  He's likely to know her boys...  Lon and
Rick, too, for that matter, if you want to handle it that way..."

        Candace paused.  "You know, you might have a point, there.  Let's
gather the boys in advance, anyway, and talk to them about who the boys
might be and what they think of them..."

        "I won't get off until five..." Jean said.

        "I can talk to the boys," Candace replied.  "We can schedule this
meeting, right, Beth?"  Beth nodded.  "Let's go for five-thirty, then?"

        "Who is she going to call?" Beth asked.

        Candace thought furiously.  "I know!  You!  You're the only one
exposed...  Give me your cell phone.  She can call THAT -- which won't lead
her elsewhere..."  Jean nodded; it was a good idea...

        "Okay."  Beth put her phone in Candace's hand, then pulled it back.
"Is it all right if I bring this to you before work, Mistress?"

        "That's fine, Hon -- in fact, I may want you to be there to help me
when we talk to the boys.  Are you busy today?"  She eyed Beth sidelong.

        Beth knew the approved answer, "No, Mistress."

        "Good.  We can make some calls and gather them at my house.  Are you
okay with that?" Candace asked Jean.

        "Yes," Jean nodded.  Theoretically, with Toby and Rick there,
Candace wouldn't have EVERYTHING her way -- besides, this was fact-finding.
Still, she would call Toby on the way to work...  She looked at her watch,
"Okay, I have to go.  Five-thirty?"  The other two nodded.  "I'll see you
then."  She rose and headed out.

        Candace turned to Beth.  "Okay, you call Toby, and I'll call Rick.
Lon is still in bed.  Let's suggest eleven-thirty; we can talk over lunch,
and maybe have time for a little fun..."  The pair got on the phone.

                       ----------------------------------

        Toby didn't answer on the first pass -- his line was busy.  But
Rick's wasn't, and he was happy to go to Candace's, since both of 'his
women' would be there.  It had been a couple of days -- blowjobs aside --
since he'd gotten any of the fruits of the group's activity.  Toby DID
answer on the second pass and was agreeable, too, so Candace and Beth headed
for the grocery store to pick up a few things, then off to Candace's to get
ready.  Lon was apprised of the situation when he got up; the fact that his
mother wouldn't let him eat breakfast late because it would spoil his lunch
irritated him, but Beth was there...  A word in Mama's ear, and she was
working naked at the counter, too, which made for a very pleasant view for
Lon as he had his coffee.

        Both Toby and Rick arrived a bit early; Candace sent all three boys
outside for a bit to get them out from under foot while she and Beth
finished meal preparations.  But the wait wasn't long or onerous -- Lon and
Rick related the results of the mall trip after Rick acted as go-between for
Lon and Toby and got them talking again.  It turned out that Toby wasn't
THAT mad -- AND that he'd talked to Jean and she was to be more...
amenable... to Lon's approaches...  This was exceptionally good news to Lon,
who wanted another piece of Jean after the cunt-lapping incident...  "You
still need to, like, show some manners," Toby admonished, "but we're agreed
that it isn't fair to the group to be totally exclusive..."

        "Okay, cool."  Lon nodded.  He could do that.  If she let him near
her at all it would be a victory -- but she had SAID the other day that she
would entertain the idea, at least...

        Candace, in a halter-top and short shorts, called the boys in to
lunch; Beth was still nude...  Once everyone was seated and served, she
announced, "Boys, we have a problem -- and an opportunity.  I'm hoping that
it is JUST an opportunity, but we need to talk about it.  In particular, we
need your input; you three started the group, and you have a unique
perspective on possible additions..."

        "Huh?" was Lon's initial response.  "Additions?"

        Candace didn't miss the fact that Toby said nothing; apparently, he
knew quite a bit...  "Yes," she explained.  "Through some unexplained but
inexcusable foul-up, Beth let a woman at the hospital pry out of her the
fact that we exist as a group and what we're doing..."  Lon's and Rick's
heads swiveled to Beth.  "She says it was all guessing games on the other
woman's part, but the fact that there IS a group -- and that Beth is a part
of it -- is exposed.  Toby is exposed, too, of course, by the very nature of
the disclosure."

        "I thought..." Rick rasped.

        "I didn't MEAN to!" Beth wailed.  "I STILL don't know how she
guessed some of it!  I didn't even confirm things -- she just read my
face..."

        Candace waved for a cut-off.  "It's water under the bridge.  I've
punished Beth, but you may not feel that I did enough..."  Even Toby was
looking thoughtful; the implication that he had been exposed had not
occurred to him.  Beth hung her head.

        After a pregnant pause, Candace continued.  "This woman -- another
nurse at the hospital -- knows too much for us to be totally safe -- unless
she, too, is a member of the group, which will give us blackmail leverage on
her.  Fortunately -- VERY fortunately, or we'd already be exposed -- she
wants in!"

        "Okay," Lon murmured, pensive, "that's good, I guess..."

        "Well, it might and it might not," Candace pointed out.  "There are
some possible issues -- for instance, the woman is black..."

        Lon and Rick were rocked; Candace noted that Toby maintained his
equilibrium.  "There is more," she added, "The woman may have one or more
sons -- boys you would know, or at least be acquainted with.  Since the
group is for mothers and sons, we either let this woman live off the fat of
the land, so to speak, or we have her bring them in, too, to more or less
balance things..."

        Lon and Rick were unable to formulate questions, but Toby had one,
"Which course do you consider to be safest?"

        Candace glanced at Beth.  "We feel bringing in the boys might be
wise.  It implicates her in their... exploitation... if you believe in such
nonsense -- something which we can expect of anyone who attacks us.  Jean
has been consulted in this and she agrees."  Toby raised an eyebrow, but
Beth nodded vigorously.  Candace continued, unperturbed, "You can call her
if you like -- we discussed it at some length this morning.  No final
decision has been rendered, however -- we needed to include you three, if
only to get input on who these boys might be and whether they represent a
problem."

        "Okay," Toby continued to speak for the males, "so, what are our
options?"

        Candace shrugged.  "They seem to be bounded by what you think about
the issues.  Race seems big -- do you object to having a black woman join
the group?"  She looked around the table.  "Perhaps more important, are you
okay with having black boys fuck your mothers?"

        Lon and Rick were all over the map, but Toby figured they should cut
to the chase, "I don't think that the first issue is a serious one -- but as
to the second, what do YOU think about it?"

        Candace sat poker-faced for a moment.  "I'm prepared to entertain
the idea.  Jean has reservations, but she will go with the group's decision
and will participate fully, if that is the decision -- she promised me."

        "And Beth?" Lon asked.

        "Beth has no vote," Candace said flatly, "or, rather, I hold her
proxy.  She'll fuck whoever I tell her to -- won't you, Hon?"

        "Yes, Mistress," Beth replied, outwardly as cool as a cucumber.
Both women flicked a glance at Toby, who merely nodded.

        "So you're not being pushed -- or at least, not hard," Toby summed
up.  "Guys, they're not treating this as a fate worse than death -- so we
shouldn't, either..."

        "What does this woman look like?" Lon asked.

        Beth thought about it.  "She's about your mother's size, but
taller..."  Lon nodded, pulling at his lip.

        "What's her name?" Rick asked.  He really couldn't see Mom going for
this, but Toby wasn't calling Candace on it -- and Candace seemed prepared
to go to the wall, if it was a bluff...

        "Louise Carter," Beth replied.

        Lon scratched his head, "Well, there's Big Terry Carter, the varsity
right tackle..."

        "I want to watch you call him 'Terry' to his face!" Toby chuckled.

        "And there's Damian Carter -- he's a junior this year...  Slick
dude, got a scheme for everything -- you know the type..." Rick supplied.

        "They're brothers?" Lon grunted, surprised.

        Rick nodded.  "Terence had to take Algebra over last year to stay
eligible for scholarships, and Damian was in the same class.  Gave him shit
all year."

        "Okay, how bad is this?" Toby asked.  "I don't really know either
one of them..."

        "They've both been in girls -- and in girl trouble," Rick supplied.
"Terence did Elaine Pollard -- and I guess she really didn't want him to,
when push came to shove..."  Rick flicked a glance at Lon.  "Add to that the
fact that he knocked her up in one shot, and you have a nice mess...  His
folks apparently had to pay for the abortion..."

        Toby shrugged.  "Elaine's pretty free with it now, I hear."

        "That could be psychological, Sweetheart," Beth offered.  "Low self-
esteem..."

        "... Or she decided that it was good, after the fact, but her folks
wouldn't stand for it," Rick interjected.  "That's the way I heard it..."

        "That kind of thing gets said, anyway," Toby replied.  "If she's not
right about it, she could say that kind of thing herself, just to keep the
legends going..."

        "Oh," Rick grunted.  Lon looked thoughtful -- another dimension
added to his stupid insistence that Jean fuck him...  Thank God she was
older...  "Anyway," Rick continued, "Damian managed to talk his way into
three girls' panties at the same time -- but was dumb enough to brag about
it.  He's probably screwed until he hits college."

        "Hmmm," Candace mused.  "Not exactly stellar citizens."

        "Definitely horny, though," Lon grunted.  "I talk to Terence off and
on -- he seems an okay sort..."  'for a black guy' didn't get said, but
everyone heard it.

        "Damian is pretty much okay," Rick admitted.  "Neither of them is
ghetto-black or stuck up.  I mean, they do their thing to get along with
their group, but they pretty much get along with everybody -- guys
anyway..."

        Candace nodded.  "But they've made mistakes that will cut into their
sex life until they leave high school..."

        "Yep," Rick agreed.

        "So we come back to the question:  Are they a problem for us?"
Candace asked the group.

        Lon grimaced, but, "No."

        "Well," argued Rick, "won't that unbalance things?  Five guys and
only four women..."

        "Hon," Candace replied, "this is sex.  If it was love, we'd be
coupling, and there would be a problem -- but as young and virile as you all
are, one of us can handle two of you on any given day.  Frankly, I don't
think two is enough for Beth -- is it, Hon?"

        "Uh, er, well, sometimes, Mistress..." Beth stammered.

        "See?" Candace insisted.  "There will be plenty to go around...
What we need to know is whether these two guys are objectionable -- and if
so, is it a color thing?  You guys are ALL studs -- you've got nothing to
fear over THAT," she stroked them.  "Toby?"

        Toby shrugged.  "I don't know them -- but I'm not hearing anything
too bad.  If they screw up, we'll find a way to handle it..."  Thrilled, he
wasn't -- but there were compelling reasons to let this happen...

        "Terence isn't any genius," Rick grunted.  "We're gonna have to make
sure he understands just how secret this all has to stay.  Damian, on the
other hand, will see the angles..."  He nodded slowly.  "I'm good with
it..."

        "All right, then!" Candace assumed full agreement.  "We'll be
talking to this woman this evening -- or I'll be talking and Jean will be
listening in.  Do you boys want to have a representative present?  We could
ALL be here, if that's what it takes -- except Beth, of course..."

        Toby pursed his lips.  "I don't know them, but I think I've met
Nurse Carter; she's nice enough...  I trust Jean -- and Ma."

        Lon shrugged.  "I'd be in the way.  Rick seems to know the most..."

        Candace turned to Rick.  "Rick?"

        "I can hang," Rick replied.  "I'll go home with Mom, after."

        Candace sat back.  "It's settled, then.  If you three can think of
some leverage we can use on the boys, I'd like to hear it, though; I'm
pressing for pictures of Louise, just in case -- but I might have to back
off..."

        "Well, maybe not," Toby argued.  "If you can't get them to control
Nurse Carter directly, you can pitch it that we need them to hold her
hostage against Terence and Damian's behavior..."

        "Good idea!" Candace agreed.  "That puts the onus on her -- and it
makes it personal for them!"

        "Too bad you can't get pics of them sucking a dick or something,"
Lon chuckled.  "Terence would probably walk on hot coals to keep THOSE from
coming out!"

        Candace looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook her head.
"Probably not possible.  Still, it was a good thought -- but remember we
don't want then feeling like second-class citizens.  Would YOU want to do
that?"

        "FUCK NO!"

        "Well, then..." Candace grinned.  "Although we girls do that kind of
thing without making all kinds of puffing and blowing noises...  What makes
you guys different?"

        All of the males looked uncomfortable.  "Because we're guys?" Rick
offered.

        "So?" Candace arched an eyebrow.

        Toby took a stab at it.  "It's cultural," he explained.  "Unless it
is an ongoing, exclusive thing, there isn't a stigma attached to two girls
doing each other -- and just about everyone enjoys watching it.  But sucking
a dick is an act of subservience..."

        "Eating pussy isn't?" Candace broke in.

        "Well, that is, too, particularly when it is forced," Toby struggled
on, "But once again, the stigma is limited.  Part of that is that leadership
is still a male thing, so females are not directly threatened.  Most females
still position themselves by allying themselves with a male..."  He waited
for an argument, but got none.  "Submission among males is generally looked
down upon; sure, there is going to be a top dog somewhere, but you're always
in competition.  Sucking a cock, well, takes you out of the competition --
you're always going to be below the person you sucked, at least -- and
anyone who knows is going to treat you the same way..."

        "What if two of you suck each other?" Candace asked.

        "That might even things up between the participants," Toby answered,
"but anyone who found out about it would assume superiority.  In most cases,
if you're not in the competition somewhere, trying to carve out a place,
you're pathetic.  And the guys who have the least going for them will be the
ones with the most to gain by pushing you under..."

        "Okay."  Candace sat back; it didn't look smart to try to get the
boys to do something like that -- any of them.  But if she ever wanted to
REALLY dominate a guy...  "Anyone need anything?  Let's eat..."

        Conversation was desultory for the next few minutes -- mostly
commentary on how quickly things could get out of hand.  Lon still wasn't
thrilled -- frankly, nobody was, given that more people in on the secret
were more ways to expose it.  Race was an issue if only because it meant
that the boys ran in different groups than the prospective new inductees --
and that made everyone uneasy.  Candace and Beth nibbled at salads, but the
boys felt no such compunction and tore through Italian subs, chips and sodas
as if they hadn't eaten in days.

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