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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 37 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: mf oral 1st mF M-dom ir mast
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 37
"Teela? Dear, you're going to get a sunburn..."
"Hunh?" Teela struggled up and wiped drool off her cheek. She had
been lying on something lumpy -- Rick! Things came flooding back... "Oh!
Yeah!" she blurted, blinking owlishly up at Jean. She then glanced back
down at Rick, whose eyes had popped open in the interim.
"You're very fair skinned," Jean continued, "You may have already
gotten a burn!"
"We'll go inside," Rick announced.
"Fine," Jean agreed. "Given what you're doing, it might be wiser to
be less public about it, anyway..." she added, her mouth quirked in a grin.
Rick took in the fact that his mother had changed clothes and was
now dressed in a halter and shorts. "What's up?"
"Toby called," Jean replied. "Apparently there is some kind of
emergency at Louise's, so I'm going over there."
"Oh?" Rick looked surprised.
"It's, uh, an odd circumstance," Jean replied, being careful with
her phrasing -- she didn't want to spill the beans about the group if it
wasn't necessary. "It appears that Terence has been traumatized in some way
and requires a confidence-building exercise. Since that's not something
Louise can do..."
Rick nodded, struggling to decode the vague references Jean was
making to whatever activity she was describing. It sounded like she was
going off to have sex with Terence for some reason... "Are you up for it?"
"I'll be fine," Jean announced confidently.
"Okay," Rick shrugged. "C'mon, Squirt, let's get you inside before
I have to baste you!" He nudged Teela from below.
"Huh? Oh! Okay!" Teela had been able to make neither hide nor
hair of the conversation between Rick and his mother... She struggled
upright. "Ewww, I'm drippy!"
"Well..." Rick shrugged and rolled his eyes. Teela grabbed a towel
and jammed it against her crotch.
Jean smiled and backed away, throwing, "Try not to get into TOO much
trouble!" over her shoulder as she turned and headed off.
"Squirt! YOU call ME Squirt!" Teela turned on Rick.
"Unbelievable!"
Rick grinned from ear to ear. "Come on, you can complain about the
flood inside..." He collected the various discarded articles of swimwear in
one hand and dropped the other on Teela's shoulder. "Mush!"
"Well, cream of wheat, maybe," Teela joked. "What was all of that
highfalutin' talk?" she asked, changing the subject.
Rick assumed a pensive expression. "We've kind of touched on it a
couple of times," he murmured, eyeing her nervously.
Teela cocked her head, thinking, as they went through the slider and
into the kitchen. "You and Lon and older women?" she guessed.
"Yeah." Rick ducked his head and led Teela into the den, obviously
intent on getting settled before going into it.
Teela let it ride until they were seated on the big leather couch.
"Okay, what's wrong?"
Rick pursed his lips. "Nothing, maybe. I guess it all depends on
you." He scratched his nose. "I probably should have kept quiet about that
for a while -- it's kind of a wonder you haven't had a fit or something.
You didn't say anything to Sally, did you?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," Teela admitted.
"Shit," Rick grunted in a quiet voice. "If I screwed up Lon with
Sally I'll never hear the end of it."
"So, are you going to tell me about it?" Teela demanded.
"Well, it depends. I'll tell you some of it, and if you're okay
with the basics, I'll go on. How's that?"
"Why the big secretiveness thing?" Teela asked.
"People could get hurt," Rick replied. "I can't just paint somebody
with a big bulls-eye, you know."
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm not eighteen -- and neither is Lon. If it gets out, the
women involved will get in trouble!" Rick replied.
"Oh." Teela thought about it. "Who cares, really, if you get
lucky, for God's sake?"
"There are always people who just can't mind their own business,"
Rick growled. "Remember that teacher and the fifteen year old? They're
married now, I think, but she's been in and out of jail..."
"Yeah, well, she's a teacher..." Teela shrugged.
"There could be parallels," Rick muttered vaguely.
"Okay, the basics," Teela prompted.
"First, how are we? How are you?" Rick asked.
"Hmm? I'm fine. We're fine, I think," Teela answered. "You aren't
done with me, now that you've picked my cherry, are you? You're not acting
like it..."
"Aw, HELL, no!" Rick exclaimed. "Not EVEN!"
"Okay. I'm a happy woman then." Teela dimpled. "And I AM a woman,
now..."
"Damn, you're cute!" Rick grinned. "I could just eat you up!"
"Better not!" Teela shot back, "I'm full of white sauce!" Both of
them cracked up.
"Okay, so," Rick turned serious. "The basics. Lon and I have been
sleeping with some older women for the last few weeks. Lon came up with
this wild plan for hooking chicks Mom's age, and it worked like gangbusters
-- but it might not be as easy to get out of..."
"Okay..." Teela mused. "I can thank these women for you knowing
what you're doing, then?"
"Yeah, that's right," Rick nodded.
"How many are there?"
"Three -- no, four."
"One didn't make any impression?" Teela cocked her head.
"There are four in the group, but I've only slept with three," Rick
explained carefully. "So, how bad is it, thus far?"
"I dunno," Teela replied. "Am I gonna have to share? If not, it's
all in the past and kind of irrelevant -- who cares where you learned to
fuck? But if it's not over..."
'Shit.' "I honestly don't know the answer to that," Rick replied.
"I could just say no, I guess, but it's more complicated than that."
"A woman scorned kind of thing?" Teela guessed.
"Well, for starters..." Rick nodded. "Maybe. They kind of went out
on a limb, too, remember."
"That's sweet -- you're concerned for them," Teela smiled. She sat
back and frowned. "You could leave them to Lon, couldn't you? He's seeing
the same women, right?"
Rick looked uncomfortable. "Three of them."
"The same three?"
"No. I see one that he doesn't, and he sees one that I don't. It's
all part of the complications involved," Rick grimaced. "Besides, there's
Sally... Lon is probably in the same boat."
"Yeah." What WOULD Sally think of this mess? Had she helped Rick
ruin Lon's chances with her friend? "Three women -- I'm amazed that you
have any time for mundane things like chasing me..."
"Well, there are more guys, too," Rick admitted. "It's not exactly
a bounce from bed to bed thing."
"So, how involved are you with these old women?" Teela asked.
"Involved?" Rick blinked. "I'm not. Well, maybe you could say I'm
sort of involved with one of them. No, forget I said that -- it will only
confuse you at this point. Look, it's sex -- and that's it. They're at
their sexual peak, and we're at ours. Nobody had any outlets. Aside from
the legal complications, it's a good thing all around. But it's NOT a
relationship thing -- they're too old and we're too young -- it would be
like dating your mother." Rick shook his head in amusement. "A LOT like
dating you mother."
"If you're getting all this sex, though..." Teela let the 'sort of'
involvement comment slide, for the moment. "Where do I come in? I liked
what we did out there a LOT -- but I don't think I can compete with some
woman who's been doing it for as long as I've been alive..."
"Well, it's not competition," Rick argued. "They can't compete from
a relationship standpoint. They have to know that. YOU have to know that!"
"So we have a relationship, but they get all the sex?" Teela asked
archly. "I DON'T THINK SO! The next woman to see THAT," she pointed at
Rick's currently thoroughly shrunken member, "is gonna have to eat my pussy
to get it, by God! You don't fuck ANYBODY unless I'm in the room, you hear
me?"
Rick's eyes popped; he sat there, stunned, his mouth working. "Wh-
what?"
"If you have to go around fucking old women, you're gonna take me
with you! They're gonna have to understand that they're sharing you -- and
that I am Numero Uno!! You got a problem with that?" Teela flashed.
"Uh, no..."
"You're sure?"
"Hey," Rick shrugged, "that's a lot more than I expected... I
expected you to give me some ultimatum!" He grimaced. "I'd have tried to
do right by you, too, but, like I said, things are complicated..."
"Complicated." Teela screwed up her face. "So, let's recap.
You're having sex with these three women, and you don't think you can just
cut it off. You have... commitments of some kind, apparently. And it's all
hush hush, because people could get in trouble." She leaned back and eyed
him coolly. "But I come first, right?"
"Right!" Rick nodded vehemently.
"Okay, then, tell me about complicated. Are these women married, or
something?"
"No. Well, one of them is, but she's the exception. She found out
about the group and we had to let her in to keep her from blowing things
wide open. She's on the road to divorce, though, I think," Rick explained.
"Hey," Teela erupted, "I just had a thought. If YOU'RE out fucking
around with old women, what about ME? Do I get to fuck around, too?"
Rick looked sulky for a moment, chewed his lip, and grunted, "Only
if I'm in the room."
Teela smiled behind her hand. "You hated that, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Rick admitted, "but what's good for the goose is good for
the gander. The theory here is that love and sex aren't necessarily all
twisted up together -- you can do one without the other."
"I want both."
"Okay, but don't go falling for some dude you decided to sleep with
to get even with me..." Rick rasped.
"No chance," Teela replied blithely. "I'm just keeping my options
open in case one of the other guys is hot looking..."
"Not Lon?" Rick arched an eyebrow.
"Taken," Teela shrugged. "and VERY busy, to hear you tell it!"
"We hope." Rick retorted. "If we screwed him up with Sally..."
"... I can probably fix it," Teela replied loftily.
"Well, la de da!" Rick smirked. "If she listened to everything YOU
told her, they wouldn't have gotten THIS far! How come you were so hard on
him, anyway?"
Teela grimaced. "He joggled my elbow -- you both did. Let's finish
up with you before I admit to anything too off-the-wall..."
"Hmph," Rick eyed her suspiciously. "Where were we?"
"You were explaining how complicated things are."
"Oh. That." He sat a moment, thinking. "Are we good to here?
Because after this, I have to let out some names for it to make sense..."
"We're good. Go on," Teela prompted. "How many guys are in the
group?"
"There are five of us."
"Doesn't one of you come up short?" Teela asked.
"Well, not really," Rick replied. "It seems like the women don't
want it as often, but when they do, they're capable of handling more than
one guy. One of them actually prefers it that way, so..."
"So you guys are doing gang-bangs?" Teela asked, astonished.
"Well, more like swing parties, actually," Rick admitted. "Although
we do one on one, too. It's kind of free-form, within certain limits..."
"I think we're there," Teela murmured. "I still haven't seen
complicated. Not like you're advertising."
"Okay," Rick sighed. "The 'who' is the big part, I guess. The guys
in the group are me and Lon and our friend Toby and the Carter brothers --
Terence and Damian."
"Terence Carter... Football guy? Black?" Teela raised an eyebrow.
"That's him. His brother is smaller, better looking, and a smooth
talker," Rick added.
"Okay..." Teela was pretty surprised that the group had black
members. "That's interesting, but not complicated..."
"No, you're right," Rick agreed. "The complications come from the
women. There is Candace and Beth, who are both divorced, and Louise, who is
married, but on the way out -- and Jean, who is a widow..." Rick paused;
Teela waved him on, impatiently. Gathering himself, he continued, "The
relationships are the big issue. I'm having sex with Candace, Beth, and
Louise, and Lon is having sex with Beth, Louise and Jean..."
"Rick, quit dancing around and get it out!" Teela pressed.
"Okay. The reason we're doing different groups is pretty simple,
actually. You see, Candace is Lon's mom, and Beth is Toby's, and Louise is
Terence and Damian's -- and Jean is Mom..." Rick trailed off.
"You're fucking Lon's mother?" Teela exploded.
Rick nodded. "And he's doing Mom -- although it isn't often,
because she has a thing for Toby..."
"And the football guy...?"
"Yes, both ways," Rick admitted. "I've had Louise, and he's had
Mom." He thought about it. "Or, at least, Damian has." Thinking a bit, he
added, "From the sound of things, he's going to get her today..."
"Wow! No wonder you're nervous! Fucking your own mothers..."
"Whoa! I thought I made that clear!" Rick corrected. "We DON'T do
our OWN mothers! Just each other's! That's kind of a group rule..."
"Oh! Okay! Still..."
"Yeah," Rick agreed. "Anyone who stumbles onto the situation will
ASSUME we're crossing THAT line -- and it is impossible to prove that we're
not... Mom figures a prosecutor would have a field day and everybody would
go to jail, just because some people have extremely dirty minds..."
"Okay," Teela mused, "THAT's complicated. I agree with you. Not to
sound prejudiced or anything, but I don't understand the Carters..."
"Louise Carter is a smart cookie who used to be a swinger. Beth --
Toby's mom -- somehow let enough slip that she figured everything out. And
we got stuck with them." He mused for a moment. "Thus far, it hasn't
really been a problem..."
"Well, THAT's good, I guess..." Teela mused. "So now what?"
Rick shrugged. "I don't know. The next piece is up to you. You
can take it or leave it, I guess. I'm not sure I can just bail, because
that's gonna make everybody nervous. You certainly don't have to get mixed
up in it, though..."
"Yes I do," Teela retorted. "I already told you -- you're not
giving up any without me being there!"
Rick grinned, "That's right! Well, it'll probably be a learning
experience..."
"Yeah!" Teela giggled. "Are they gonna take that lying down, you
think?"
"Beth will. Louise probably will. Candace... She can be bossy..."
"She gets no dick, then," Teela insisted. "Speaking of which -- is
that thing dead? Here I am, sitting here naked, and it's all shrunken...
It's kind of discouraging..."
"That?" Rick glanced down. "Not to mention embarrassing. But
we've been talking serious shit, and I was worried that you'd..."
"Get pissed?" Teela guessed. "Want to leave? Give up on only the
best thing that's ever happened to me?" She shook her head. "You've
definitely made life interesting -- maybe in the Chinese way -- but no
way..."
"Chinese?"
"It's a Chinese curse -- 'May you live in interesting times'. It's
their way of saying 'May trouble follow you all of your days'," Teela
amplified. "Back to this," she added, pointing at Rick's cock. "Is it
dead?"
"Merely sleeping," Rick grinned. "I bet if you give it some
attention, it'll pop up..."
"What kind of attention?"
Rick shrugged. "Just about anything, I bet. It likes you." He
could already feel the appendage under discussion start to change states.
"Why don't you check it out while it's like that? It won't be, often,
around you..."
Teela reached out and began fondling his already swelling cock.
"Wow! Way cool!"
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Teela wasn't the only one getting her first exposure to a real cock;
in the Carpenter's rec room, Sally was examining Lon's with big eyes.
"Wow!" She'd sat up, allowing Lon to stand and drop his trunks, easing them
over the boner eating her out had given him. Now she was face to face with
the thing... "That's really big!" 'Bigger than my hairbrush handle...' she
added to herself. "Can I touch it?"
"Well, yeah..." Lon's primary concern at this point was that he was
going to get blue balls and no relief...
Sally reached out gingerly. "What's this?" she asked, running her
finger along the ridge Lon's glans made under his foreskin.
"It's, ummm, part of the head. I've got a foreskin, and it's
covering some stuff. Why don't you, like, take a grip and skin it back?"
"Like this?" she asked, taking him in hand and retracting the
covering. "Oh!" Eyes huge, she examined the exposed purple tip of Lon's
cock. Her other hand came up to caress it and her fingers came back slick
with pre-cum. She rubbed her thumb across her fingers, identifying the
fluid as a lubricant. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she sniffed
delicately. "Interesting..."
Relieved, Lon chuckled, "I figured you'd just say 'Ewww'!"
"Nooo..." Actually, she found the musk exciting! She stuck her
tongue out and tasted the fluid; it was odd, but not disgusting. It was a
given that girls sucked cocks -- heck, some guys sucked cocks -- so
obviously this stuff wouldn't kill you... She slid his foreskin back and
forth. "How does that feel?"
"Nice," Lon replied. "That's 'jacking off', basically... More fun
since I'm not the one doing it."
Sally locked eyes with him. "How about this?" She extended her
tongue to lick the tip, still jacking.
Lon's breathing got ragged. "I'm gonna want to..."
"Cum?" Sally finished for him. "I want you to."
"Are you sure?"
"Certain." Placid green eyes locked on his. "Tell me what to do."
Sally's big decision was made. She'd almost screwed up the best
thing to ever happen to her by listening to everyone's worries about Lon and
his motives. Everything Lon had said and done since they had come together
had indicated that he was thoughtful, respectful, trustworthy, and totally
serious about his interest in her -- and she had almost blown the whole
thing by making him go to ridiculous lengths to prove himself! Now, as far
as Sally was concerned, the shoe was on the other foot; she had some SERIOUS
catching up to do! Whatever Lon wanted, he was gonna get -- PERIOD!
"Suck it in," Lon croaked. "Just the tip is fine -- it's real
sensitive behind that lip... No teeth. Ahhh. Yeah, like that. The
underside is -- oh, yeah -- sensitive... A little more, maybe... Yeah,
that's it. Now back off and then take it back in again..." It was Heaven
and Hell; Lon stood clenching his fists from the sensations and the urge to
control things. "Girls... don't usually... understand... We want to...
fuck... your mouth..."
Sally backed off and husked, "Do it. Do whatever you want."
"I... can't..."
Her eyes bored into his, "Yes, you can." She grabbed his wrists and
brought his hands to her head. "Show me what you want. Put me where you
want me." She leaned back in and sucked in his glans, jacking back his
foreskin to get at it.
Lon found himself clutching her head while calm eyes gave him the
confidence to proceed. "Suck," he gasped. "Not too hard -- just keep
things tight. I'm gonna..." He shifted to actions, rather than words,
pushing his cock into her mouth and withdrawing it. She wasn't taking it
all, and he wasn't trying to deliver it all; he just got the most sensitive
areas going back and forth across her soft lips. "Yeah... jack it some, if
you can..." Sally did so, steadying herself with a hand on his thigh. Her
head went where he directed it, and her eyes held his; there was no fear in
them, only trust. On her own, she added a wash of the underside of his cock
as it entered her mouth, adding to his pleasure, "Yeah, that's nice..."
It got hard to talk; it got even harder to keep from trying to feed
her his whole length. Lon hadn't really thought that he could get off
without feeling a throat working around his cock, but the urgency was upon
him... "You gotta swallow," he insisted urgently, "okay? You gotta
swallow..." How she managed to transmit a 'yes' with him sawing in and out
of her lips wasn't clear, but he sensed an assent.
Sally got ready for what she pretty much knew was coming; it was too
bad, in a way, because she was enjoying this so... Not the mechanics of it,
necessarily, but the feeling of being controlled -- yet being IN control --
delivering pleasure, pleasure you could see, taste, feel, a palpable
reality...
"I'm gonna... want to... stick it," he hissed through teeth clenched
from the effort of holding back the flood. "Hold me off... but take it
all... important... Oh, shit! YAAAAAHHHH!!!" Lon lost it, caught up in
the maelstrom.
Sally felt the pulse come roaring up the underside of Lon's cock and
knew what it meant. His arms went rigid -- and she'd had enough warning to
know what THAT meant, too, and dropped her jacking hand to his other thigh
so she could prevent him from trying to impale her on his erection. Then
the flood arrived, and it was like nothing she'd ever tasted before --
thick, lumpy, kind of protein, salty, with that lubricant undertone that
coated the tongue... The first blast was no problem, or the second -- but
the third made swallowing necessary, so she did it. After that, things
tailed off...
Lon didn't know what he did during the peak of his climax; things
had basically whited-out. When he came back, though, Sally was still
watching his face, a certain triumph in her expression. His cock stopped
pulsing and his arms relaxed; Sally slowly backed off and, very
deliberately, made a production of swallowing...
"Wow!" he gasped, "That was..."
"Good, I hope?" Sally got out, her throat working to clear the
sticky residue out.
"Oh, yeah!" Lon agreed. "Wow!"
"I'll get better," Sally insisted. "And we'll get Beth to teach me
to deep throat..."
"Babe, that was wonderful WITHOUT deep throat!" Lon exclaimed.
"Well, maybe, but I don't want you to have to settle..." She leaned
in and kissed his shaft. "Why is swallowing important?"
Lon grimaced, shrugged. "I don't know, exactly. It's just that,
well, you know, going 'Ewwww!' and spitting it out is kind of insulting..."
Sally smiled gently. "I'd NEVER do THAT, Sweetheart!"
Lon felt a wave of affection wash over him. "Sweetheart. That's
nice..."
Sally reached up to cradle his cheeks. "It's what you ARE!" she
insisted. "There are no more questions, and there is no more distrust.
Anything you want -- you've got it. Just say the word -- and tell me I'm
your girl!"
Lon grinned from ear to ear, "Of COURSE you're my girl! Thank God!"
He leaned in to kiss her.
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Upstairs, things were moving in a different direction. "There!"
Candace grunted. "Oh, yeah! That's it! Not so hard! Go along the side a
little -- going right at it is too intense! Oh, Gawd!"
Damian had his head between her legs, working her clitty with his
tongue. "How's that?"
"Heaven!" Candace moaned.
"Good!" He pulled her loose lips open and lapped at the inner
channel. "So you like that shit, huh?"
"Uh huh!" Candace grunted.
"So you don't like fingers in your twat?" Damian asked, between
laps.
"They're okay, I guess," Candace gasped. "Tongues are better. You
were... a little rough."
"On your clit, or in your pussy hole?" Damian asked.
"Ummm, clit..."
He slipped a finger inside her. "So this is good, as long as you
get some tongue?"
"Uh... huh! Please! Don't stop!"
Damian grinned maliciously. "How 'bout two?" He switched fingers
for a moment to get the second one lubed, and then suited actions to words.
"Howzat?" He was deliberately acting the rough black, to see if she would
notice.
"G-good!" Candace had been well warmed up before, and was fast
approaching a climax. Damian had found this spot on the left side of her
clitoral hood that had her fully engaged -- and the two fingers sawing in
and out of her vagina added things...
"Mebbe three..." Damian grunted, sliding the working pair out and
substituting his ring finger in her slick cunt.
"Three?" Candace squawked. "I dunno..."
"No?" Damian stopped everything, deliberately. "You sure?"
"Oh, Gawd, don't..." Then the light dawned. "Okay! Three!
Three!"
"That's what I THOUGHT you said!" Damian chuckled.
To be fair, three fingers started to get tight, even as lubed up as
Candace was. And his hand kept getting in the way of his tongue work, too
-- but Candace was well up the curve, and started chanting "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
in time to his finger thrusts.
"So, you wanna cum?" Damian asked conversationally.
"Please!" Candace wailed.
"What you gonna give me?" He paused dramatically.
"Anything, anything!" She was SOOOO close!
"What if I want to stick my fingers up your ass?" he taunted.
"Oh, no! Please!"
"So you don't wanna cum, then, huh?"
"Please! Please! Anything!"
Damian ducked in again to keep her at the plateau. When he had her
tightening up around him again, he stopped licking and said, "I'm gonna hold
you to that..." Then he wet his other index finger and started attacking
her anus, while resuming licking.
"No! No! Oh, Gawd! Gawd!" Candace screeched.
"No?" Damian was up again, taunting. "You don't wanna cum? You
said anything..."
"Yes! Please! Yes! Okay! Pleeeease!" Candace wailed.
"Open up, then..." Damian directed.
"Oh, Gawd, I can't!" Candace wailed, then concentrated on relaxing
her sphincter. "Try it! Please! Please!" The pleases were entreaties to
Damian to continue licking...
Damian wedged the tip of his finger in Candace's ass, then went back
to licking and pounding his fingers in and out of her twat. Once again, he
worked her until it was clear that she was on the verge -- and it was time
for more taunts. "So, how 'bout three fingers in your ass, now?"
Candace was getting the point. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Gawd, please!
Anything!" She was on fire; he'd had her on the ragged edge three separate
times and the tension was overwhelming...
"Anything!" Damian sneered. "You been bandying THAT word around a
LOT." He dove in and made sure she didn't slip back from the precipice,
then sprung the trap, "THIS is what..." <lap, lap> "you're gonna do..."<lap,
lap, lap> "Next time..." <lap, lap, lap> a bunch of us is all
together...<lap, lap, lap, lap> "you're gonna come right to me..." <lap,
lap, lap, lap> "and get me hard..." <lap, lap, lap, lap> "and you're gonna
sit on my dick..." <lap, lap, lap, lap> "right up that ass of yours! You
hear me?"
"Yes! Gawd! Yes!" Damian worked her through the response, making
sure it was fervent.
"And then," <lap, lap, lap> "You're gonna suck the shit off it,"
<lap, lap, lap> "right there in front of God and everybody!" <lap, lap, lap,
lap> "Isn't that right?" He stopped dead.
"Oh, Gawd, no! please! Don't do this to me! Please!" Candace
wailed.
"Say you'll do it..." He wriggled his fingers a bit inside her --
an effort worthless, except to tantalize her.
"Okay! Yes! Please! Gawd! I'll do as you say!"
"No enemas, now!" Damian leaned in and went back to work pumping
his fingers in her. "I want you nice and nasty!"
"Yes! Yes! No! No! Whatever you want! PLEEEEASE!"
Damian brought her to a boil again, working her for almost thirty
seconds. "So, are we clear?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"What are you gonna do?"
"Beg you to fuck my ass! Please! Please! Finish me!"
"And you're gonna ride my cock, right?"
"Yes! Gawd! I'll ride it now!"
"You'll ride it when I tell you to!" Damian hissed coldly.
"Yes! Yes! Anything you say!"
"Then what are you gonna do?"
"Clean it up! Oh, please! Please! Gawd!"
"How?"
"With my mouth!"
"That's right. Okay, maybe I'll let you cum now..." Damian resumed
work.
Forty-five seconds later, Candace was on the precipice. "Beg me,
one more time," Damian taunted. "Beg me to humiliate you in front of the
others..."
"Oh, Gawd! Pleeease! Use me! Treat me like shit! Pleeease!"
"That's good..." He went at it with the hand, jamming it into her
again and again, while working her clit until she was shaking like a leaf.
"Say Pretty please..."
"P--pretty... AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" Damian waited
until she started trying to get it out, then leaned down and set his teeth
more or less gently into her clit. Candace exploded! She squirted a flood
of pussy juice while arching herself from the bed, lifting Damian's upper
torso in the process! Damian hung on, drubbing her captive nerve endings
with his tongue, intensifying the orgasm. Candace surged five times -- and
collapsed, out of it totally.
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"What the fuck?" Lon growled as a scream sounded from upstairs.
Grabbing Sally's hand, he yelled, "Come on!" and raced upstairs.
On arrival in his mother's room, he found Candace with Damian.
Damian was up on one elbow; Candace was bolt upright on two. "My clitty
hurts," she whined petulantly.
"When's the last time you got a cum like that?" Damian asked, poker-
faced.
"It's been a long time," Candace admitted, "but..."
"You go for the quick and easy thing all the time," Damian
admonished. "I just made you work for it."
"Is everything okay here?" Lon demanded. Mama looked groggy, and
she was whining...
"Yeah, we're fine," Damian replied.
"Damian..." Lon growled a warning.
Damian flicked a finger and Candace rotated so her back was to him
and then cuddled up. "It's okay, Hon. I just got carried away."
Damian shrugged and his eyelids drooped. "I pushed her some. You
know." He shifted his glance and gave Sally a slow up and down. "You can
sure pick 'em! I'd have never known..."
Sally blushed all over. "Thanks. I think."
"Sally, Damian Carter," Lon made the introduction. "He's in the
group, obviously."
"Hey," Damian nodded pleasantly
Sally nodded. She was out of her depth, here. Standing naked with
her new boyfriend in his mother's bedroom, watching her cuddle with a black
guy who was probably younger that everybody else -- including herself -- had
her nonplussed.
"We'll be going back downstairs, then," Lon announced. "Next
time... Never mind." He waved a hand and led Sally out of the room.
Sally waited until she figured they were out of earshot before
hissing, "He's BLACK!"
"Yeah," Lon sighed. "I told you about this, sort of. His mother
tumbled onto us, so we ended up with her and Damian and Terence. You've
seen Terence -- he's on the football team."
"Have you had sex with his mother, then?"
"Yeah. Well, I've gotten head from her. She's okay. Terence is
okay, too, but Damian has a thing for Mama -- he likes to push her, and as a
rule Mama doesn't like being pushed."
"But she lets Damian?" Sally asked.
Lon nodded. "She lets Toby, too, which is kind of where that all
started." He shook his head. "Toby's been a surprise."
"Toby..."
"Tolliver."
"Tolliver?" Sally blinked. Toby Tolliver was, well, nerdy, and not
any too physically imposing. He was a member in good standing of the group
of boys that unfortunates in her group were most likely to have to pick from
-- which was obviously not a compliment.
Lon grinned at her. "Surprised? Yeah, he's a member in good
standing of the group -- Hell, in some ways, he's a leader! The day we
started all this, he was the one who made it jell by rolling over Rick's
mama like Grant through Richmond. There's some kind of wolf hidden in him;
when it comes out, women just kneel up..." He shook his head. "Of course,
it helps that he's hung like a small pony..." He mused for a second, then
added, "Beth is his mama."
"Wow! Weird!" Sally shook her head. By then, they were back
downstairs. "What are we gonna do now?"
"I thought we'd neck some more," Lon replied. "I want to play with
those..." He hefted one of Sally's globular breasts.
"Okay," Sally said softly. "Lon? We can do it, you know..."
"I promised to wait," Lon replied. "I can wait."
"Well, you don't have to," Sally insisted. "You can have me -- any
time. If you want to do it at the fifty-yard line at school and announce it
over the PA system first to draw a crowd, it's okay. Dogs and ponies are
okay. Whatever you want -- understand?" Her eyes searched his.
Lon cocked his head. "Yeah, I get it. Let's leave pets out of it
for now, though, Babe." He gathered her in his arms.
"I'm serious, Lon."
"I know." He kissed her neck, signaling the start of the next
round.
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Upstairs, Damian hugged Candace to him, fondling a breast. "I was
serious, you know. You're gonna do that."
"No way," Candace demurred.
"Way. You promised. If you don't, I'll find a way to humiliate the
Hell out of you in front of as many people as I can dig up -- and you KNOW
it won't be hard..." He chuckled. "This way, you can make it look like
it's your idea."
"But it makes me look like... like..."
"Like you're a slut? Shit, you silly bitch, do you think you're
kidding somebody?"
Candace swiveled her head to look at him, eyes wide in shock. "Wh-
what?"
"C'mon, everybody knows you been fucking around forever -- and with
young dudes, too! The only thing new is what we've got goin' -- and that
isn't new in the group. Quit acting stupid and play with my meat a little
-- I might want to stick it in that old worn-out pussy of yours..."
"Bitch?! Worn out?!" Candace gabbled.
Damian grinned from ear to ear. "See how easy it is to get you
going?"
"You bastard!"
"Yeah, well, it gets me where I'm going." He ruffled her hair. "I
thought we agreed that I could do as I pleased in private?"
"Did we?"
"No. But it sounded good. Actually, I told you I was gonna
anyway," Damian said loftily. "Jack me; I'm gonna play with this tit for a
while."
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