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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 39 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: mc F-dom
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 39
Candace lay in her bed trying to figure out what in the Hell she was
going to do about Damian. He'd sauntered out about thirty minutes before,
happy as a clam -- but leaving Candace trying to figure out how and why she
had allowed him such liberties -- AGAIN.
Obviously, she wasn't going to be able to duck him; just as
obviously, if she didn't play ball, he would follow through on his threats
to humiliate her publicly. Either way, she was screwed; all she could do,
apparently, was follow instructions -- which somehow rankled a lot more when
he was out of sight than it did when he was standing there, telling her what
she was going to do... In fact, when the little bastard would wrap his arms
around her and murmur in her ear the details of some torment he planned for
her, she generally felt pretty comfortable, really -- almost protected,
instead of tormented; possessed, rather than abused. Weird...
In any case it was getting late and Lon hadn't brought Sally
upstairs that she'd noticed. Throwing on a light robe, she pattered down
the stairs for the rec room -- but stopped short on the stairway. "Lon,
Honey, it's about five -- when is Sally supposed to go home? You don't want
to get her grounded..."
"Oh! Shit! Thanks, Mama!" Lon scrambled up from atop Sally. Both
were nude and they had just missed sex three times, largely due to Lon's
willpower; Sally wasn't fighting him at all -- Hell, she had a hand on his
cock, jacking it while they kissed and fondled one another! "When do you
have to be home, Babe?"
"Ummm," Sally switched modes. "We didn't set a time, but..."
"Better safe than sorry," Lon finished for her. "Okay, let's get
some clothes on. It's a shame, but..." Lon let his eyes linger on Sally's
well-upholstered body, "probably the smart thing."
"I might scare people," Sally grinned ruefully.
"I don't THINK so!" Lon argued. "And Damian agrees with me,
obviously!"
"Yeah, well..." Sally wasn't convinced -- but it sure SOUNDED nice!
She toed into her flip-flops and reminded Lon, "My shirt and shorts are
upstairs."
"Right." Lon snatched up his trunks and her bikini and led her
upstairs, nude -- right past Candace, which embarrassed both women. Ten
minutes later, they were gone.
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Fred Carter came home to find his wife sitting in the kitchen
talking to some skinny white broad and Terence kicked back in the living
room with some wimpy-looking kid. Ten minutes later, Damian breezed through
the door, looking mighty pleased with himself -- and HE was civil to the
runt, too! Fred suffered through introductions, but they hit the street
soon after. When they were gone, Fred asked Louise, "So, what the fuck was
that?"
"Jean? She's a friend of a friend..." Louise passed it off.
"And the boy?"
"Toby? He's smart. Helping Terence get ready for next year's
classes, no doubt. We don't want him flunking anything and having to give
up football..." Terence overheard his mother's offering and nodded
confirmation.
"Huh. Thought everybody'd gone white while I wasn't lookin'," Fred
grunted.
"This isn't the projects, Fred," Louise speared her husband with a
glance. "Occasionally, we have to interact with white folk -- most of 'em
somewhere up the ladder from trailer trash sluts..."
Fred's eyes narrowed. "Shut it." Louise shrugged and turned away.
But the whole conversation put Fred in a sour mood. He and Shannon
had gotten into it two weeks before and he'd given her one upside the head
-- and now she wouldn't give him the time of day. Stupid twat -- acting
like a princess, or something. A ho' was a ho' -- and every once in a
while, you had to show one who was boss -- but Shannon acted like giving her
a lick upside the head busted her cunt, or something... Fred was getting
blue balls; if he didn't get some pussy soon, he might have to sneak out for
the other thing... His mind shied away from that, but his cock twitched --
a bad sign. Well, Monday was never a good night for ANY fucking thing --
Fred hunkered down in front of the TV for the evening.
"Damn, Big Bro, what did you do up here?" Damian glanced around at
the disarray in their shared room.
"Fuck. Me and Jean and Toby and Mama." Terence looked away.
"What else?" Damian wasn't stupid; Big Bro was broadcasting that
there was more to it.
"Mama knows," Terence reported shortly. "So does Toby."
"How did THAT happen?" Damian started trying to guess at the
implications.
"Dunno. Toby said he stumbled onto us and Beth the other night. He
didn't go deep..."
"Beth told on us and he's covering her ass," Damian posited.
"Nah. He said she wouldn't -- and I believe him," Terence argued.
"So how?" Damian demanded.
"He was peeping, I guess," Terence shrugged.
"Okay, so, how bad?" Damian asked.
"Well, Mama blurted it, but she was cool -- said it was something
that goes on when you swing, lotsa times -- but then she went apeshit while
she was playing with Toby and roped me in..."
"WHAT?!"
Terence hung his head. "She kept dragging me along... I ended up
sucking Toby's dick."
"Well, FUCK! She ain't doing that to ME!" Damian roared.
"Relax, Bro," Terence's expression was hangdog. "Everybody knows
who's on top and who ain't."
"Hey..." Damian didn't know how to continue.
"It's a wonder I didn't get my ass reamed..." Terence continued.
"That's fucked up!" Damian erupted. "What the Hell were they
thinking?"
"Hey, cool out!" Terence waved his brother to silence. "You want Pa
up here? Or Mama? Lookit -- Mama freaked, after -- apologized all over the
place. Toby did, too, but Mama was driving -- he just let it happen. Then
he called up Jean and got her over here to help prove I ain't queer..."
"How did THAT go?"
"Just fine!" Terence reported happily. "We had a long talk and Jean
gave me head and we fucked -- and pussy is still the thing..." He shook his
head. "I'm bisexual, supposedly -- but it ain't on the queer end -- I just
like it both ways..."
"Well, it sounds like we're BOTH screwed!" Damian groused.
"Nah," Terence waved it off. "Mama is REAL embarrassed and won't be
telling anybody -- and Toby says he won't, either."
"You believe him?"
"Yah."
"Why?" Damian couldn't see how either of them was safe.
"If he wanted to crap on us, it'd be done, Man. He didn't drive the
thing today -- and he chased down Jean to help me out when I was feeling
fucked up about it. And you KNOW that Jean is more or less his piece..."
"Maybe he just wants to stick his dick in you."
"I don't think so," Terence disagreed. "This afternoon was his
first trip down that road. Seemed like he went far enough -- you know?"
"I'm calling him," Damian announced.
"Well, take it outside, or something -- or Pa will catch on!"
Terence pressed.
"Yeah, okay. Be right back." Damian headed outside. After some
thought, he went up the block.
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"Hello?" Beth answered the phone.
"Hey, it's Damian."
"Hi, Sweetie! How are you?" Beth sounded genuinely pleased.
"Okay. Say, you didn't say anything to Toby..."
"Oh, no! I'd NEVER do THAT!" Beth declared seriously. "That's YOUR
business!"
"Okay, thanks. Is he around?" She was pretty convincing, Damian
had to admit.
"One second -- he just got home. Toby! Phone!" Beth called out to
her son.
"Hullo?" Toby answered cautiously.
"Dude, it's Damian."
"Hey."
"Terence tells me you know a lot of, uh, personal shit. How?"
"Sorry, Man -- I just happened to show up at the wrong time -- and I
couldn't leave," Toby apologized.
"And where does that leave us? Screwed?" Damian demanded.
"No way, Man!" Toby insisted. "That's personal business! It goes
no fucking where! Okay?"
"That's blackmail shit!" Damian insisted.
"Well, maybe, but you guys are safe from me. If you started blowing
the whole group, I might say something, but otherwise? No way."
"What the Hell happened this afternoon?" Damian demanded.
"Well, I heard about your dad, too, and I was feeling out your
mother on whether she thought we could catch him at something like that.
Terence showed up at sort of the wrong moment, and your mama -- who had said
she was cool about the whole thing in general and you two in particular --
kind of embarrassed him. Then -- well, I think she had good intentions --
kind of trying to get him to not be all paranoid about the whole thing --
she kind of dragged him into what we were doing. Things got out of hand; I
felt real bad about it and figured that Terence needed proof he was okay, so
I called Jean up to kind of remind him what was on the front burner, you
know?"
"That shit wasn't right!" Damian growled.
"No, it wasn't," Toby agreed. "I thought it was only gonna go so
far -- but your mama had something going on in her head... I'm kind of
unhappy because maybe I put it there... I think she was doing this fantasy
thing where she was trapping your pa; in her head, it wasn't Terence, at
all, but your pa she was pushing to do things..."
"I'm gonna talk to her," Damian grunted. "I'm not doin' any of that
shit for anybody, understand? That was just between us..."
"Hey, no problem," Toby replied. "I know. But YOU know that
Terence might want to... I've offered to help, if I can -- but I don't
really WANT any, you know? Today was a surprise for everybody."
"Well, just so you know..." Damian wasn't completely mollified.
"It's cool -- really!" Toby insisted. "Nobody else gets a word."
"If it gets out, it's you or your mama!" Damian hissed. "Either
way, I'm gonna kick your ass!"
"You catch me fucking up, you're welcome to it -- but if Mama blabs,
you better get your piece out of her!" Toby replied. "I won't take a
beating for her!"
"You think she's gonna?" Damian asked.
"Nah. You're safe. Somebody would have to know already."
"Okay, cool. Tell her -- I dunno. Maybe we'll come over for a
piece tomorrow."
"Okay. We tight?" Toby asked.
"As long as you're cool," Damian agreed.
"Okay. Bye!"
"Later."
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Neither of them was ready to put the whole thing away; Damian went
looking for his mother, while Toby stewed about his end of things. He
really didn't know who to talk to about it, but he was certain that he had
architected the entire afternoon, starting with the accidental fantasy that
had prompted Louise to coerce Terence and ending with various elements of
the foursome scene. It was he who had put the idea in Jean's head to give
Terence deep-throat, and it was he who damped Jean's normal conflicted
condition over sex with another. And it was he who had amplified things for
Louise to the point that she wasn't delivering her best effort while Jean
delivered hers for Terence and then released her and encouraged the intense
effort that rewarded Jean. And it was he who enhanced both of their
pleasure in the second round to ensure that not only they but Terence got a
memorable ride!
Could he prove it? No, not objectively. But he believed it. It
was too much for coincidence that every time he projected an idea, the woman
involved ran with it -- especially when you consider how out of character
some things were for them.
He said something to Jean about it as they were leaving, leaning on
her car door while she started it -- but she expressed disbelief. It was
too farfetched as far as she was concerned. But she was still under the
influence, to an extent, Toby believed; she was following his directive not
to be ambivalent about having sex with Terence.
Guys, he didn't have any influence over, from what he could tell.
And if he was being objective and wasn't aroused, women were unaffected, to
-- but if he had a hard-on, women jumped to do his bidding -- even without
it being uttered. That was the hypothesis. If it was correct, there were a
million little manipulations that he could execute to improve his lot in the
world -- and most of them were morally wrong. Toby didn't know if he was a
telepath or an empath -- or just a psychopath. Maybe it was all in his
head...
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Damian was to be frustrated in HIS intentions; Mama got one shot of
the look in his eye and found ways to make herself scarce until she had to
go to work. With Pa around, they couldn't exactly speak freely, anyway, but
Damian was irritated and fumed quite a bit.
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Eleanor Harkness didn't allow her daughter to escape the inquisition
-- but then, Sally was in no mood to duck when she got home, anyway. "That
was impressive," Eleanor led off, "Did you two breathe at all for the thirty
minutes your lips were locked together, there, in the driveway?"
"MOM!" Sally rolled her eyes, then grinned. "At LEAST three
times..."
"Do I dare ask?" Eleanor lifted an eyebrow.
"What?" Sally's brow arched in return. She was damned if she was
going to let Mom get away with THAT kind of thing...
"How far did you get?"
Sally's expression shifted to disbelief. "You're REALLY going to
ask that? Do you want just statistics, or color commentary?" she asked, in
a deeply offended tone.
"I'll settle for the score," Eleanor sighed.
"I'm... intact. Want to look?" Sally snarled.
"It looked to me like he was waving to the crowd after a homer,
there in the car," Eleanor observed.
Sally grimaced. "He stole third, every inning, okay? And I dropped
the ball on three separate occasions, hoping he'd steal home! But he
didn't, because he PROMISED ME he wouldn't! Okay? DAMN!"
Eleanor backed off. "Wow! THAT's impressive!"
"I'll tell you what it is!" Sally retorted. "It's FRUSTRATING!
THAT's what it is!"
Thoroughly convinced, Eleanor muttered, "There's always next
time..."
"There sure is!" Sally fumed. "And it's a done deal! Twice! Maybe
three times!"
Eleanor was taken aback by her daughter's vehemence. "But..."
"But nothing, Mom! I'm TIRED of other people saying 'But...'! What
the Hell does everybody want from him? What the Hell do you want from me?"
"Sally! That's enough!" Eleanor barked. "We're just trying to
protect you!"
"Well, you're all succeeding -- to the point that I almost lost the
best guy I could ever hope to get by constantly questioning his motives!
Can you imagine how DUMB it is to treat someone who is absolutely sincere
like that?" Sally demanded.
"Well, that's if and only if he IS absolutely sincere..." Eleanor
pointed out.
"Well, I'M convinced! I don't care to go into all of the reasons
why, but I am -- and I think Teela is, too!"
"That STILL doesn't mean that you owe him sex!" her mother pointed
out.
"Maybe I owe ME sex!" Sally retorted. "Did you ever think of that?"
"Hey! That's enough of that, young lady!"
"Sorry. Look, Mom -- this isn't just any old boy! YOU had that
run-in with him -- did he seem like he was up to something to you?"
Eleanor looked chagrined. "No, he didn't. I embarrassed myself."
"He isn't just some guy, either, Mom! He's probably going to be the
Prom King or something; he's a catch! He's like one of the top ten guys in
the senior class! I couldn't HOPE to catch this guy -- it's a wonder one of
the hot girls hasn't collected him already -- but HE came looking for ME!"
"And that says he's that sincere to you?" Eleanor prompted. "Why?"
"Because he NEVER, EVER had to even LOOK at me!" Sally screeched.
"Instead, he's put up with crap from EVERYBODY just to be with me! Why
would he bother?"
"Sex?"
"Uh uh."
"You're in a mad rush..."
"I want to replace what he ALREADY HAS!" Sally replied. "He's not
doing without and looking for something easy -- he has someone providing him
no-strings sex -- but he's looking for more..."
Eleanor grimaced. "What about diseases? If he's getting sex from
some easy girl..." 'Slut' came to mind, but Eleanor didn't say it. "And
how do you know it's 'no-strings'? Maybe you're just the replacement..."
There was no way Sally could go into this; all she could do was
gloss it over. "He's told me everything -- and I have talked to the girl.
As for diseases, I know he's not sleeping all over the place..."
"No, you BELIEVE he's not," Eleanor pointed out. "And you don't
know anything about HER..."
"Okay -- maybe that's fair. But I'm tired of questioning everything
he tells me, and I'm tired of that look he gives me while he proves that
he's being absolutely truthful and I'm tired of him baring his soul to me
while I pretend I'm EVEN WORTHY OF HIS NOTICE!" Sally finished in a screech!
Eleanor recoiled. "Is it that serious?"
"Yes, Mom -- it's THAT serious!" Sally insisted, tears brimming from
her eyes. "He shouldn't even be looking in my direction, and I'm treating
him like shit! It's just wrong! In a couple of months, he's going to be
hip deep in girls trying to get his attention -- popular girls --
cheerleaders and that bunch -- all looking to ride him to the top of the
heap. Instead, he comes to me -- and I act like he's not good enough! It's
just stupid! I've got a miracle working here and I'm throwing it away!"
"Well, we're all just wondering why..."
"Sometimes things just defy explanation! Sometimes, you just have
to go with the flow!" Sally railed.
"It's just... suspicious..."
"Mom, when he's with me there is NO QUESTION how he feels about me!
He's had absolute fits because I argued with him about whether I was
beautiful or not! His mother -- well, she's one of those perfect people,
but she APPROVES of me!"
"You've met his mother?"
"Yes."
"Oh." This put things in a different light. "What did she say,
exactly?"
"It was... rough. Let me think... She said, 'Honey, if I didn't
think you might be okay for Lon, I'd be doing everything I could think of to
see you walking home, watering the sidewalk with great big tears -- but,
hey, it looks like he might have his head on straight, so...' Yeah, that's
it."
Eleanor was rocked. "I'm gonna shut up. You're right, Dear -- this
isn't some game. I don't know that I'm happy with the idea of you having
sex with him, but..."
"Mom, we've done everything but... He's even..."
"Never mind -- I don't want to know!" Eleanor put up a hand. "And
for God's sake, try to avoid discussing sex with your father!"
Sally smiled, "Okay."
Eleanor turned away, then turned back. "He's even what?"
"I thought..."
"Just tell me."
"Licked me. I went off like a bomb!"
"Okay, okay! Too much information!" Eleanor took off to avoid
having her embarrassment seen. George would use his fingers on her -- but
never his tongue...
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"Sal?"
"Hi, Teela," Sally answered her phone, "How are you doing?"
"Fine -- great, actually! How did your date with Lon go?"
"It was a little rocky in places, but..."
"Rocky?" Teela asked.
"Yeah," Sally sighed. "You know, there comes a point when it just
doesn't pay to stay suspicious -- not if you really WANT a relationship."
"Uh huh," Teela agreed, "At some point, you have to jump in..."
"I hit that point," Sally announced.
"Me, too."
"Things were kind of hairy for a while, though. You knew he was
telling the truth, but some of his answers..."
"You got into the sex thing," Teela guessed. "I did, too."
"Yeah." Cautiously, Sally asked, "What did Rick tell you?"
"They're having sex with each other's mothers," Teela replied
flatly.
"That's about the size of it," Sally agreed, relieved that her
friend had gotten the same tale. "Kind of intimidating..."
"Oh, I dunno..." You could hear Teela's shrug in her voice. "It
could have been Lucinda Stomp..." Lucinda was a girl on the fringes of the
group of 'beautiful people' at school -- and she made no bones about blowing
half of the football team in her search for the guy who would give her a
full-fledged membership.
"Yeah," Sally agreed, "I'd rather not have to compete with a girl
our age. The women in the group aren't that kind of competition."
"Yeah," Teela agreed. "It's just sex."
"So, how are you dealing with it?" Sally asked carefully.
"I told Rick that he could only have sex with another woman if I was
in the room," Teela announced. "I don't mind him draining his excess and
making some poor old woman happy in the process -- but I get MINE, first!"
"How did Rick take that?" Sally asked.
"He seemed fine with it," Teela replied. "What did you and Lon
hammer out?"
"I, um, decided not to sell tickets to a show that might not
open..."
"Huh?"
"Until I learn a few things, I'm not going to be competitive with
Lon's current sex partners. I kind of figured that ultimatums were stupid,
at this point."
"Oh." Teela thought about it. "Rick seemed to feel that I was
competitive..."
"You had sex?"
"Oh, yeah!" Teela bubbled. "It was WONDERFUL! You didn't?"
"Well, not the whole thing," Sally admitted. "We made out -- a LOT
-- and he... licked me out and I sucked him -- but I made him promise on the
front end that we wouldn't this time." She sighed. "I spent a lot of time
wishing I hadn't. I even released him from his promise, but he wouldn't go
for it. A lot of it was all the suspicion -- he's proving himself, you
know?"
"So you blew him? How was it?"
"Fun. Exciting. I'd have never imagined it, but after he caused me
to nearly explode with his tongue..."
"I offered," Teela snickered.
"Well, maybe I'll get a comparison sometime, but for now, I have
other priorities," Sally chuckled.
"Like what?"
"Like making sure he gets plenty of sex from me. Like learning
deep-throat. Like, jeez, I dunno... I treated him like crap -- and I don't
even deserve him! I'm gonna be as good to Lon as I know how -- and I'm
gonna learn to be GREAT!" Sally declared.
"Sounds good," Teela agreed, "Where are you gonna do all this
learning?"
"We have a resource," Sally explained. "The mothers! Lon has
already promised to introduce me to Beth; she's gonna teach me deep-throat!"
"There's a thought..." Teela mused.
"So how was it?" Sally asked.
"What?"
"You KNOW what!" Sally pressed. "The first time!"
"Unbelievable! I came so hard you could hear me scream up the
block, apparently! I don't remember it -- I was too far gone..."
"No kidding?"
"No kidding! Rick's Mom came outside to ask us to be quieter before
the news crews showed up..." Teela giggled. "Rick's mom is, well, VERY
nice! She lent me a bikini and even helped me shave... I was too furry to
fit!"
"Nice. Lon's mom is a tough chick -- but she seems to like me,"
Sally confided. "She's a bleached blonde -- but high-maintenance. Very
good looking for her age."
"Rick's mom is a redhead -- and she's not much bigger than me,
anywhere!"
"Wild..."
"When are you seeing him again?"
"Tomorrow," Sally replied. "He's going to call Beth -- I kind of
promised to see her before we had it the first time -- and I want that all
out of the way! I can't wait! What about you?"
"He's coming here. I'm gonna try to drain him dry. Maybe I'll ask
to meet Beth -- I want to learn deep-throat, too!"
"What do you plan to do about the group? The other boys in
particular?" Sally asked.
"I dunno. I got Rick to give me the same deal I gave him, but I
don't know if I am going to take him up on it. You?"
"If Lon wants me to fuck dogs and horses, I'm gonna kneel up and
smile!" Sally declared. "I don't think he will though." She paused, then,
"What about the Carter boys?"
"I'm gonna wait and see."
"I've seen Damian; he came to visit Candace while I was with Lon.
He seems okay, if a bit... I dunno -- self-satisfied?"
"The black superman thing?" Teela asked.
"I'm not sure -- maybe it was just Candace -- they seemed to be up
to some game... He must be fairly good, though -- he made her scream..."
Sally giggled.
"Is he a big ugly guy like his brother?" Teela asked.
"No, he's smaller, and... smoother, I guess. Both physically and
mentally. He's sort of handsome and he has that way you sometimes see black
guys have..."
"A talker?" Teela guessed.
"Yeah."
"What are you gonna do?" Teela turned Sally's question back on her.
"If Lon tells me to fuck one of them?" Sally clarified. "Well, it's
better than dogs. Or horses..." She chuckled.
"Yeah..." Teela mused. "We'll see. I'm not making promises. On
the other hand, Poppa seems to think that maybe I ought to get my wild side
aired out early..."
"Huh?"
"We had... a talk. About Momma. He told me things that had never
come up before -- he seemed to feel that now was the time, since I was
having sex."
"Oh. Bad?"
"Well... Some things I'd never thought too much about started
making sense. Momma... liked to play. Hard. Poor Poppa -- he put up with
a lot, apparently..."
"Did you learn anything new about... that day?" Sally asked
carefully.
"They had a long fight -- and now I know what about. Momma left the
house mad. Poppa blames himself, but it sounds like he was right," Teela
related.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Poppa seems to think that I might have some of Momma's...
issues. If I do, poor Rick is in for it -- he may be happy that he has the
other guys around to help..."
'Is she serious?' Sally wondered. "Well, don't let it get you all
bent out of shape -- it's not like these things are all fate, or a prophecy,
or anything."
"I'm not," Teela blew it off. "Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Sure."
Okay, bye!"
"Bye!"
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"Beth?"
"Lonnie? How did it go, Sweetie?"
"Oh, good, actually. You were a lot of help!"
"Any time, Sweetie, any time. I was worried..."
"Well, it was a big pill to swallow. She thought about it -- what
you said, more than anything else, apparently -- and everything was cool
after a while. Maybe better than cool," Lon related.
"So it's the end of sex with old fat women?" Beth sighed.
"No, I don't think so," Lon replied. "Actually, she wants to meet
you -- and learn a few things..."
Beth laughed. "Deep throat classes are on, then?"
"Uh huh."
"How do you want to do it?"
"I dunno, actually. What do you think? We'd like to do it soon --
tomorrow, if possible."
"Tomorrow?"
"We haven't done the big one, you know? She's a virgin. I kind of
promised her she could meet you, first -- but we're, uh, in a hurry..."
Beth cackled. "Well, I would be, too, I guess! Maybe two,
tomorrow? If she's going to be the one draining your balls, should I try to
get someone else in, too, or would that scare her off?"
"I'll ask."
"While you're asking, have you asked Mistress? You don't want to
get me into trouble..."
"Oh, right." Lon covered the phone's mouthpiece. "Mama!" Nothing.
"Mama!" He wandered through the house.
Candace was in the den watching TV. "Yes?"
"I need to introduce Beth to Sally -- and I need for her to teach
Sally deep-throat. Okay?" Lon asked.
"Yeah," Candace grunted. "Gimme the phone. Beth? Give Lonnie and
his girlfriend whatever they want. Oh, and suck her twat, if she's up for
it. Offer to, anyway -- understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." Beth managed to keep the roll of her eyes that
accompanied this out of her voice.
"Good. Have a good time, Hon."
"Thank you, Mistress. Oh, Mistress? There has been some talk of
having someone else over for me to demonstrate on..."
Candace grimaced. "You're going to need another boy?" she asked
Lon.
Lon shrugged. "I'm going to be breaking Sally in -- it'll be her
first time. I should be, um, up for it..."
Candace sighed and went back to the phone. "Whoever you get has to
do your ass. Understand, Hon? You can swallow him -- that's what you're
demonstrating -- and you can have some dick in your pussy. But FIRST, he
dumps in your ass!"
"Yes, Mistress." Beth smiled gently into the phone. That really
wasn't the awful thing Candace seemed to think it was...
Candace handed the phone back to Lon. "You be sure you enforce
things," she admonished. "If I find out you let Beth off the hook..."
"Yes, Mama." Lon rolled his eyes. "You realize I might not want to
show Sally the deep end right away..."
"Take her in another room, then -- but see that it's done right!"
Candace admonished. "Who are you planning on getting?"
Lon shrugged. "Rick's... probably tied up. That more or less
leaves the Carter brothers."
Candace pursed her lips. "Yeah..." Why did she have this urge to
tell him NOT to use Damian? On the other hand, if Damian got more of
Beth... No, he was too smart for that... Ultimately, she said nothing.
Lon read her like a book, though; he turned back to the phone and
left the room so his grin wouldn't show. "Who would you like to see?" he
asked Beth.
"Is Mistress there?" Beth asked.
"No, I left her in the other room."
"Good. You know how she gets," Beth blew a sigh. "Terence? I'm
guessing Rick is going to be busy..."
"Me, too. I'll call the Carters," Lon promised.
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That call over, it was time to make the other... "Hullo?" Fred
Carter grunted.
"Mr. Carter? This is Lon Carpenter. Is Terence there?"
"Yeah, probably. Gimme a sec." Fred trudged upstairs. Terence was
making his bed, or something -- he jumped a foot when Fred rasped, "Who the
fuck is Lon Carpenter?"
"Dude at school." Terence collected himself.
"Phone." Fred handed it to his son and walked out.
"Hey, Man, you busy tomorrow?" Lon asked.
"No."
"Could you come by and see Beth? She's gonna be giving my new
girlfriend deep-throat lessons..."
"This a joke?" Terence asked suspiciously.
"No..." Lon's response was obviously confused. "I'm just... saving
the first load for Sally, you know? Not fair to Beth to suck cock and not
get anything..."
"Oh. Okay," Terence grunted, mollified. "What time?"
"Two?"
"Cool. What if Little Bro wants to go along?"
Lon shrugged. "The more, the merrier, I guess. You know Beth likes
as much as she can get... Um, Sally won't be... playing with anyone else,
tomorrow..."
"Yeah, cool. I got it," Terence grunted. He wouldn't be interested
in letting somebody else stick a dick in HIS girlfriend, either, if he had
one...
"Oh, one other thing -- from Mama," Lon added. "She says Beth has
to take it up the ass before she can get it the regular way. That a
problem?"
Terence rolled his eyes. "Guess not. Bet I could get Little Bro to
make her say forget it if I wanna..."
"I bet you could, too!" Lon chuckled.
"See ya there."
"See ya."
"Who the fuck was that?" Damian asked, entering the room.
"Lon."
"What did he want? A blow job?"
Terence glared. "Wanted to know if I could go over and fuck Beth
tomorrow after she teaches his new girlfriend deep-throat."
"Why don't he cut out the middleman? You can..."
Terence whirled and put his right fist into his little brother's
stomach -- to the wrist! "You shut the fuck up! NOW!"
Damian was done talking -- or doing much else, either! He spent the
next three minutes just trying to breathe! When he could get air again, he
apologized, croaking, "Sorry, Big Bro -- I was outta line..."
"You sure was!" Terence growled. 'It'll be a cold day in Hell
before I suck YOUR dick again!' he vowed to himself.
"I'm just kinda freaked about this shit getting out..." Damian
wheezed.
"It's my ass -- not yours!" Terence retorted. "If you wanna fuck
Beth, you can go, too," he continued, anger having passed.
"Okay. I'll think about it. Got quite a bit of Candace today."
Damian's chest still hurt; sometimes he forgot that just because Big Bro was
slow between the ears sometimes didn't mean he was anybody to be fucked
with...
"Well, I got a nice piece of Jean, but tomorrow is another day..."
Terence grinned.
"Yeah, it is that." Damian grinned back. Having pussy was nice...
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