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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 52 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: humil M-dom anal oral ir mmmmF

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 52

        Fred got home about four a.m., stone drunk; Louise figured he must
have slept it off some in the parking lot at the bar, because if the cops
would have seen him driving at closing time, she would have had to pick him
up from the jail.  He was in no shape to notice her getting up for work two
hours later...

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        Lon didn't see how on Earth he was going to get through Saturday's
little party -- but with any luck, Beth and Louise would be less horny, too,
given the fact that they'd seen recent service.  He was up reasonably early,
though, helping his mother with the preparations.  Rick came by about eleven
o'clock and pitched in; when Candace asked where his mother was, he replied,
"She said she wasn't feeling all that well, but would try to get here around
one."  Candace wasn't thrilled, but in reality there wasn't THAT much to
do...

        When Jean did put in an appearance, Candace asked, "Are you okay?"

        "Yeah," Jean waved it off.  "My stomach has been acting funny.  It
comes and it goes."

        Toby showed up about two, and showed Candace and Jean the video,
suitably edited for flow and content, but complete.  Then he showed her a
much shorter and more embarrassing version that would certainly have Fred
Carter up in arms if he saw it.  Candace laughed a lot, but left it at that
-- except for a comment to Lon:  "My, you're getting to be well-rounded!
BDSM, interracial sex, bisexual..."  Lon grimaced.

        Jean said nothing, but Toby could tell that she had similar
thoughts.

        Beth and Louise and the Carter boys came separately, all arriving at
about four o'clock.  "How is your father?" Louise asked Damian.

        "Hung over," Damian grunted.  "I think he came out of the bedroom
about twice, bitching about how awful he felt.  Is somebody gonna have to
chase him around?"

        "No, we're done with that," Louise replied.  "I didn't mention it,
but that was taken care of yesterday.  We have everything we need to keep
him from hurting anybody."

        Damian nodded.  "How hard was it?"

        "Pretty easy, actually," Lon interjected, gazing at his manicure.
"One sniff and he followed Sally right home..."  Damian nodded.  Terence
grimaced, but Pa had dug his own hole, apparently.

        "Why don't you see if Beth needs anything, Boy," Louise said to
Terence, who grunted and walked off.  Then she turned to Damian and waved
him into a corner for some privacy.  "The boys actually went a lot farther
than anybody planned; they actually, um, persuaded your Pa to do bisexual
things..."  She grimaced.  "We needn't worry about anything, now -- there's
NO WAY he would EVER want that video seen -- but I don't think your brother
would be pleased at all..."

        Damian grimaced.  "Probably not.  How bad is it?"

        "Well, they more or less held a gun to his head to start, but by the
end he was getting off on the whole thing.  They managed to make a short
version that makes it look like your Pa prefers men..."

        "Shit!  I don't think I want to see it, either!" Damian swore.

        "Probably just as well," Louise nodded.  "You're all done with that
kind of thing, aren't you?"

        Damian snorted.  "Yeah.  Unless I end up in prison or something.
Right now there's more pussy around here than I can keep punched."

        Louise rolled her eyes, "Jeezus, Boy!  I'm your mother!  Have a
little respect!"

        "Sorry, Mama," Damian replied perfunctorily.  "But there's Candace
and there's Beth, and Jean occasionally, maybe.  Lon and Rick are tied up
with young stuff.  You're gonna have a harder time than I will; basically,
you've got Toby."

        Louise shrugged.  "We'll see.  The girls are only half in -- but
Sally, in particular, has pretty much paid her dues."

        Damian nodded.  "She's the one Pa poked, right?"

        Louise nodded.  "I think Teela handled the dry run, but Sally ended
up being the bait.  Lon... wasn't pleased.  We owe him."

        "I can see that," Damian nodded.  There was no way he'd have wanted
to put HIS girl in front of somebody else's dick...

        "I'll handle it," Louise murmured, "but you remember it if an
opportunity pops up."

        "Yes, Ma'am."

        Louise cocked her head and they went off to join the others.

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        This was a different gathering than the previous ones, as it was not
pool-centric.  The barbeque was set up, but not running as everyone arrived;
instead, Candace and Jean had set up a lot of finger foods -- chips, a
vegetable plate, cheese and crackers -- that sort of thing.  And it was in
the kitchen, rather than outdoors.  Candace summed up the reasons why with,
"It's a hundred degrees outside -- if you want to play out there, you're
welcome to, but I'm not going to unless I have to."  That last was
accompanied by a quick flick of her eyes at Damian, the person most likely
to attempt to change her mind.

        "I'm going to collect Sally," Lon announced, heading for the door.

        "Hey, can I ride along?" Rick asked.  "I need to get Teela..."

        "Yeah, okay."  The pair went out and got into Lon's car.

        "Are you pissed at me, Man?" Rick asked when they were out on the
road.

        "Aaaah," Lon waved it off.

        "About the whole Fred Carter thing?" Rick amplified.

        "It was Teela's idea, more or less," Lon grumbled.

        "Yeah," Rick agreed.  "She went in to see if the thing would work,
and she supported Sally..."

        "I know," Lon groused.  "But she didn't have to spread herself for
that guy..."

        "No, I guess not."  Rick sighed.  "I guess I was -- I don't know --
jealous?  Worried that if she got a comparison, I'd come up short?"

        "You know, Man, it's not how long your dick is," Lon grunted, "It's
whether you two have a relationship.  I figure you do.  Besides, you've got
NOTHING to be ashamed of..."

        "I know," Rick sighed.  "Everybody says so.  But you guys and your
donkey dicks..."

        "It's all about the girl, Man," Lon argued.  "I figured that it
kinda wasn't fair to let some strange fucker do my girl and leave out my
friends, so I let Toby do Sally.  She hasn't dumped me -- and you KNOW what
HE'S carrying!"

        "Yeah..."  Rick sighed.  "Teela says that her mom was kind of, well,
wild -- put horns on her dad all the time.  He put up with it -- I talked to
him about it -- but I don't know if I can...  I just don't know if I want to
open the box, you know?"

        "Might be better to learn now, rather than after you two get married
and have a couple of kids," Lon mused, then added, chuckling.  "You'd look
cute staying at home in an apron feeding a half-dozen kids while Teela
chases down daddies for new ones..."

        "Jeezus, Lon!" Rick howled.

        "Hey, do what you want, Man," Lon papered over the image, "but if
she isn't made for monogamy, you aren't going to control it from your end.
She's pretty dependent on you, emotionally -- you need to step up and take
control, Man -- be her anchor.  If she can't rely on you to support her,
then she's gonna come unglued at some point..."

        "Guess I've been acting like a baby," Rick grinned ruefully.

        "I don't know about that," Lon replied, "but you took her on and you
made commitments.  If you can't follow through, she's going to get scared
and hide.  You two don't have what Sally and I have, because Sally's got
this submissive thing going that Teela would never buy into -- but you're
supposed to be her rock.  You need to get anchored."

        "You're right," Rick agreed.  He'd been vacillating -- and that was
bad for Teela, who wanted to do all of her exploration using him as a safety
net.  She couldn't do that if he couldn't keep his shit together...

        "Today's the day, Man," Lon continued.  "You guys really have to
come out with a plan for how you're going to do the group.  And that's
REALLY up to you..."

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        Sally wasn't ready.  "What should I wear, Sweetheart?" she asked
Lon, when she met him at the door.  "I just don't know..."

        "What you're wearing is probably fine, Hon," Lon murmured, eyeing
her tank top and shorts.  "Bring your bikini, but I don't know if we're
gonna swim -- it's too damned hot."

        Eleanor hovered in the background, and there was a man present --
one who had come out of the den, surprised at the sound of male voices.
"Who are you?" George Harkness asked, adjusting his glasses.

        Lon flicked a glance at Sally's mother and made assumptions.  "Lon
Carpenter, Sir."  He stepped forward and tentatively stuck out his hand.
"This is my friend Rick Flanders."

        George took the hand after a glance at Eleanor, who returned his
gaze enigmatically.  "Sally is going somewhere with you?" he asked, again
glancing at his wife for confirmation.

        "Yes, Sir.  We're having a little party at my house.  There is
plenty of adult supervision -- it's a family thing.  My mother and Rick's
are there..." Lon explained.  Thank God Mr. Harkness had no idea what went
on at 'family' get-togethers...

        Eleanor stepped into the breach, "It's not their first date, George.
I... didn't know quite how to tell you..."  Sally stood by, her glance
shifting anxiously between her parents and her man.

        "Family thing, huh?" George had no idea how late he was getting into
THIS game.

        "Yessir," Lon nodded.  Turning to Eleanor, he said, "Do you still
have my Mama's number?  I can provide it again..."

        Eleanor nodded.  "I have it."  She stepped around a bit so she could
get a better look at the other boy.  "So this is Rick..."

        "Yes, Ma'am," Rick replied.  "Pleased to meet you.  We're picking up
Teela, next."

        George's eyes popped.  "You're dating Teela?"

        "Yessir," Rick nodded.

        "Forgive my surprise."

        Rick grinned.  "You wouldn't be the first, Sir.  I think maybe Teela
was -- but it could have been me..."

        George chuckled and stepped back, glancing at his daughter;
interference in her social life would NOT make him popular...  "Have fun,
then..."  He retreated uncertainly toward the den.

        "Come on!" Sally grabbed Lon's hand, dragging him upstairs, "Let's
get my suit..."

        Eleanor glanced at the den doorway to ensure that her husband had
cleared it, then back at Rick, "So, are you sleeping with little Teela?"

        Rick went distinctly grey and shocky.  "Uuuhhh..."

        "Does her father know?" Eleanor had her answer to the first
question.

        "Yes."

        "You boys..."  Eleanor didn't know how to finish the admonishment,
exactly.

        "It'll be all right," Rick assured her.  "Nobody wants Sally or
Teela hurt.  Nobody."  Eleanor pursed her lips and nodded; the horses were
gone -- closing the barn door was a waste of time.

        Sally and Lon thundered down the stairs; Sally waved and yelled,
"Bye, Mom!" as they hit the door.  Rick backed out behind them.  Eleanor
sighed and headed for the den.

        "When?" George asked.

        "When what?" Eleanor countered.

        "When did it start?  And when were you going to tell me?"

        "It's been about two weeks, I think," Eleanor replied.  "There was
something or other before that, but it wasn't serious.  Or maybe it was,
because it led to the current situation..."

        "What IS the current situation?" George prompted.

        Eleanor shrugged.  "They're an item."

        "Serious?"

        "Apparently."

        "He seems like a nice boy..." George opined cautiously.

        "Is that all you can say?" Eleanor opened up.  "Did you get a good
look at him?  He's a young god -- that's what he is!  I was scared to
death!"

        "Now, now, Dear, Sally..."

        "Sally is Grade B for his bunch -- and maybe worse!" Eleanor ranted.
"I really, REALLY can't see this going on for any time at all.  I tried to
stop it, but..."

        "But?"

        "The boy is incredibly sincere!  He's a silver-tongued devil, or
totally, inexplicably, on the up and up!  Besides," she sighed, "it's too
late, anyway."

        "Meaning what?" George asked, frowning.

        "They're sleeping together already."

        "WHAT?"  George's eyebrows headed for his bald spot.

        "You heard me.  There was no stopping her.  I made myself the enemy,
anyway, pushing her to be cautious until she screeched at me that I was
trying to destroy the best thing that ever happened to her.  Teela
apparently gave her similar advice -- but Teela and that Rick are an item,
too, now..."

        George rubbed his face.  "What happened?  Is there something in the
water?"

        Eleanor shook her head.  "I don't know.  One day she came home
looking shocky, and said she might one day have a boyfriend.  Three or four
days later, she was looking for her briefest bikini.  After that..."  She
shook her head.  "I went three rounds with the boy -- and he won!  Made me
look like a total ass!  If you call his house, his mother WILL answer the
phone, and there WILL be a party there and it WILL include several adults!"

        "But they're sleeping together..."

        "George, they did it here.  In this house.  Last night, while you
were home."  Eleanor rubbed her face.  "And I let them, because it was
better than getting in the way and making them go somewhere where they might
get caught.  Besides, Sally had done some silly thing..."  She shook her
head.  "The damage is done; now, all we can do is support her -- support
THEM -- so she can keep him as long as she can..."

        "You don't sound like you're holding out much hope for the long
term..." George hazarded.

        "I'm not," Eleanor gusted.  "He's perfect -- TOO perfect.  There has
to be something we're missing -- although I embarrassed myself trying to
find it.  Nobody is that good."  She shook her head.  "Maybe they'll start
the school year together, but I don't see it lasting until the second
quarter."  She sighed again.  "I guess the good news is that she will have
had a relationship.  Nobody wins the first time, anyway."

        "I did," George grunted.

        Eleanor grinned.  "Wasn't there some red-haired girl in elementary
school?"

        George grinned back.  "I just told you that so you would think I was
vulnerable."

        "Uh... huh..."  Eleanor eyed her husband sidelong, smiling.
"Depending upon how much of a gentleman Lon is, Sally's stock should move
upward at school, at least."

        George nodded.  'Maybe either way,' he thought -- but he kept THAT
to himself.

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        Teela turned out wearing a body stocking under a corset and skirt --
and her long heavy boots that laced almost to her knees.  Rick took one look
and vetoed the outfit, "No.  Go back upstairs and put on something else."

        Teela's eyes popped.  "What?"

        Rick looked around for her father, but didn't see anyone.  "You know
what kind of party this is -- you were dressed for it yesterday.  That rig
will take HOURS to get in and out of.  Get a swimsuit and something you can
change into if we need to go somewhere to eat or something without everybody
waiting thirty minutes."

        "B-but..."

        "NOW, Babe!" Rick was firm.

        "Come on, I'll help!" Sally leaped into the breach.

        "Okay."  Teela was nonplussed; Rick was going to control her
wardrobe?  As the girls got to her room, she said, "What was THAT all
about?"

        "That was about being sensible," Sally replied.  "You don't wear an
outfit that takes forty minutes to get out of to an orgy -- even if you're
not participating."

        "Well, it would make it more difficult," Teela replied diffidently.

        "Maybe," Sally agreed.  "You know, I'd be pleased that Rick is
taking charge, if I were you..." she added, squatting to unlace a boot.

        "I don't know about THAT..." Teela retorted.

        "I do," Sally replied.  "You may not want things the way I want
them, but you DO want somebody you can argue with and disobey periodically.
And for you to be the loyal opposition, Rick HAS to be the central
government."  She eyed her friend.  "Do you REALLY think you want him
letting you get away with any old thing you want to do?"

        Teela thought about it.  "No," she sighed.  "Then he wouldn't care,
would he?  I'd rather he spanked me -- regularly."  She looked up, grinning.

        "That's what I figured," Sally grinned back.

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        Ten minutes later, Teela flounced down the stairs, wearing an outfit
fairly similar to the one she'd worn the day before.  The tank top wasn't
cropped under her breasts, but there was no bra under it -- and the skirt
was different, but still short.  Actually, this one was spandex and clung to
her tiny ass and thighs like a second skin over the small amount of coverage
it granted.  A bikini was tossed carelessly on top of the contents of her
shoulder bag, and the boots had been replaced by purple flip-flops.  Rick
cocked his head, "Are you wearing panties?"

        "Of COURSE not, Silly!" Teela replied scornfully.  "Do you think I
want a panty line in THIS skirt?"

        Lon snorted laughter and Rick rolled his eyes, but grinned.  "Let's
go, then."

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        At the house, Toby and the Carter boys had the older generation all
to themselves -- and while Toby and Terence were inclined to wait, Damian
was soon bored and restive.

        Candace was killing time wandering around with snack trays; the boys
were downstairs in the Rec Room, and Jean and Beth were in the kitchen.
Candace arrived downstairs to find Damian's eyes on her for the third time
-- and she remembered clearly the task she was to perform today, if she
didn't want Damian to escalate things in some unforeseen manner...  Looking
around, she realized that the limited audience she had would probably be
plenty to fulfill Damian's requirement to bolster his image while minimizing
her embarrassment.  Putting down the tray, she wandered over to the younger
of the Carter boys and announced, fairly loudly, "Well, THIS is dull, isn't
it?  Damian, Honey, would you PLEASE fuck my ass?"

        Damian frowned, realizing that she was probably getting away with
something -- but Toby and Terence both turned around from the TV to watch,
Terence surprised, and Toby merely curious.  "Maybe," he grunted.  "Bare it
and bring it over here."

        The pair eyed each other warily as Candace stepped out of her shorts
and panties, then stepped in close.  Damian said nothing, just twirled his
finger; Candace turned her back to him.  Damian cocked an eye at the other
two males in the room; both were grinning.  "Shuck out of the top, too," he
grunted.  "Get nekkid."

        Candace did as she was told.  Damian was making her give up control,
after all, damn him!  She should have guessed that he wasn't going to let
her even look like she was running things...

        "Turn around and bend over," Damian directed.  He was playing for
time; sooner or later, the other women would miss Candace -- and he wanted
them in the audience.

        Candace decided to buck a bit.  "Do I have to?" she whined, looking
at him over her shoulder.

        "You do if you want any dick," Damian responded levelly.  "Right
guys?"

        "Yep."

        "Right."  Both Toby and Terence were grinning from ear to ear.
Toby, in particular, was enjoying watching Damian's technique.  Damian had
roped both of them into the situation, making it three to one.

        "Oh, all right!" Candace pouted, and draped herself over the back of
the couch next to Damian, who pinned her there with an arm around her waist
and began playing with her ass cheeks, rubbing and pinching.

        "Nice," he grunted, giving her a swat -- nothing serious, just
enough to make a shock wave wobble her ass cheek.

        "Hey!" Candace erupted -- but she wasn't going anywhere.  Damian had
her pinned.

        "You ain't hurt," Damian retorted levelly.  "I'm just watchin' it
wobble.  Are you lubed up?"

        "No..."

        "Good."  He swatted the other cheek.  If she wasn't lubed, she had
probably followed instructions.  Why he wanted her to get the shit end of
the dick wasn't clear even to him, but he was pretty sure she was due.  He
swatted her ass again.

        "Ow!" Candace screeched.

        There was a noise on the stairs; Damian grinned.  Candace had done
what he wanted her to do -- announce herself loudly enough that the other
women came down to see what the commotion was.  As Beth hit the foot of the
stairs, he said, "Didn't you want a spanking?"

        "No," Candace glared, "I wanted to sit on your cock!"

        "Oh, yeah, right!" Damian grinned as he released her.  "Go get the
lube, then -- unless you want me goin' in dry..."

        "Oh, FUCK no!" Candace scampered over to the table where the toys
and lubricants were laid out and collected a bottle of K-Y liquid, then
hurried back.

        Damian grinned, taking the bottle from her.  "Back over the
couch..."  Candace gave him a look, but obeyed.  Everybody in the room knew
he was going to swat her ass again.  Damian stretched it out, anyway, lubing
a finger and probing Candace's ass, then adding a second finger while
everyone in the room watched.  Beth was particularly entertaining; her eyes
seemed to glow as she watched.  Damian couldn't decide whether she was
enjoying watching her 'Mistress' get worked over or just wished it was
herself getting her ass probed...  When he'd gotten two fingers in Candace
as deep as they would go, he fished them out and grunted, "Okay, get me out
of my sweats.  Hurry!  You don't want to close up!"

        Candace didn't either; Damian had been deliberately rough, making
her grunt in pain.  It wasn't lost on her that everyone else in the room was
apparently enjoying watching her get worked over -- even Jean!  She shucked
Damian out of his sweatpants in record time, snatching off his untied
Reeboks in the process.  He opened his mouth, but she knew what was coming
and snatched his muscle shirt off over his head, too.  Thank God he was
hard, the bastard!  She turned around and bent at the waist, looking at him
over her shoulder.

        Damian settled back against the couch back and spread his muscular
thighs, then pulled her toward him with a hand on her hip.  "Guide it in,
Baby -- you wanted it."

        'More embarrassment and humiliation,' Candace thought, 'What can he
POSSIBLY do that would be worse?'  But she reached back and grasped his
shaft, positioning it against her recently defeated sphincter, and backed
onto it.

        Or she tried, rather; even the few seconds undressing him had taken
was enough to allow her ass to close up.

        Damian gave her a look that said 'Silly bitch!' as clearly as if
he'd said it aloud and grunted, "Make up you fuckin' mind...  Shit, it's too
late for that; here, let me do it..."  And he proceeded to force the
mushroom head of his cock through her flinching anal opening.

        "AAAAAHHHH!" Candace groaned.  It hurt like a bitch!

        Damian stopped when his glans was anchored in her.  "Awright, the
hard part is over -- work it, Baby work it!"  And he swatted her on the ass
again.

        Basically, that's how Lon, Sally, Rick and Teela found Candace when
they thundered down the stair moments later -- red-faced, sweating, and
basically stuck on Damian's erection.  The four of them eyed this situation
and scattered to the flanks.  "Oh, hi, Candace," Teela said brightly.  "Are
you okay?  That shouldn't be... OH!"  She had shifted around to Candace's
right at that point, and discovered that Damian's cock was in her ass, not
her vagina.  "Wow!  Do you do that a lot?"

        Candace's mouth worked for a moment before she got out, "Ummm, not
very often..."

        Damian opened up, looking at Lon, "Candace asked me to do this --
didn't she, guys?"  Toby and Terence both nodded dumbly.

        Lon shrugged.  "Okay, so?  Mama?"

        "We're just a little dry, Hon," Candace grunted.  "That's all..."

        Damian grinned and waved the bottle of K-Y.  "She tightened up..."
Several people were suppressing smirks -- including Teela, who had been
deliberately ingenuous.

        Lon shrugged.  "Well, when you're in a hurry..."  He turned away to
hide a smile.

        Candace, fire-engine red from her breasts up, begged, "Damian..."

        Damian wiggled her a bit.  "I think things are gettin' better.  I'll
dribble a little of this on things, but you don't want TOO much..."

        "What else have we missed?" Lon asked.

        "Oh, that's it..." Toby's face was a study in suppressed laughter.
"Candace just got antsy..."

        Candace wanted to scream and yell and rant and rave, but Damian was
tearing her a new asshole -- literally, as far as she could tell.  "More!
Please!" she begged.

        "Hey, you know this is the warming stuff, right?" Damian asked,
pretending innocence.

        "Oh, gawd..." Candace moaned.  Somebody snickered.

        Damian drizzled some K-Y down the crack of Candace's ass.  "You're
gonna have to move it some to get any in there...  Maybe I can add a
finger..."

        "No!  No!  I'll get it..."  The rest of Damian's cock might have
been lubed, but the ring in contact with Candace's anus felt like it was
covered in sandpaper.  Struggling, she backed up a bit and found a
lubricated surface.

        "Spread it around," Damian grunted, pushing on Candace's ass so she
moved forward again.  This was hurting him, too, but he was going to get his
pound of flesh...

        Movement got easier despite Damian's attempts to extend the agony.
"Oh, thank God!" Candace moaned.

        Damian leaned forward and hissed, "That's what you get for trying to
get sneaky..."

        "I wasn't, really..."

        "Liar," Damian murmured quietly.  "Hey, Toby, Candace is getting
noisy.  How about you feed her?"

        "She's hungry?" Toby frowned.

        "Tube steak, I'm thinking," Damian murmured, his hands on her hips
moving Candace up and down on his erection.

        "Oh," Toby grunted, nodding.  He came around the couch.  Candace was
puffing and blowing, trying to give vent to her outrage.  Toby unlimbered
his cock, murmuring, "You KNOW you were talking about something like
this..."

        "Yeah, well... ULP!"  Toby didn't take 'no' for an answer; Candace
found herself with a mouthful of cock.

        "So," Teela asked Beth, "is that any fun?  It doesn't look like
it..."

        "Anal sex can be great, or it can be really painful -- it's all
about preparation," Beth replied, adding conspiratorially, "I don't think
Mistress has a lot of experience..."  Candace glared.

        "Hey, Toby, back off a sec, willya?" Damian asked.

        "Sure..."  Toby backed off.

        "Look over here, Baby," Damian directed.  Candace turned to look
over her right shoulder at him, and he shoved two sticky fingers at her.
"Open up."

        "Wha?"

        Damian shoved the fingers in her mouth.  "Clean them off, Baby --
they're making a mess!"

        "Oomph!"  Candace grimaced.  The lube wasn't too objectionable, but
there was another, nastier taste....  Damn him!  She'd been sucking
reflexively before she even thought about it; now her mouth tasted like,
well, crap, actually.  Damian removed his fingers and Candace started
venting, "Dammit, Damian..."

        "Toby?"  Damian ignored her -- except to give her a solid swat on
her ass!

        "Ow!"  Candace hooted, her eyes popping.  Her head snapped around
front -- and Toby stuck his cock between her lips again.  "Hey! At gno
haigm!"

        Damian cocked his head.  "What was that?"

        "I think she said it wasn't fair," Toby opined.

        "Oh," Damian replied, unperturbed.  "You're right, Baby -- but you
know that you enjoy things more after I remind you that you're not running
things..."  Candace let out an irritated whine.  Damian made some motions,
and Toby got it -- 'Don't abuse her -- we want her to enjoy it.'  He nodded
and took things easy while keeping Candace's mouth engaged.

        Damian wasn't done, though.  "It'd suck up a lot of the available
manpower, but it'd be cute if we checked her to see if she's air-tight,
wouldn't it, Toby?"

        "Mmmmm?" Candace grunted around Toby's cock.  Air-tight?

        "Yeah, cool," Toby agreed, sweeping his gaze to Terence and Rick.
"One of you guys got a minute?"

        Terence grinned, but Teela decided things by nudging Rick.  "Go."
Rick flicked her a glance, but didn't say anything, figuring that he needed
to appear to have control of things.  "You mind?" he asked Terence.

        "Naw, I'll find something to do," Terence grinned.

        Rick started shucking out of his clothing.  Damian indicated a
mattress with a nod, and reached under Candace, locking his hands under her
knees and lifting.  "Mmmmmey!" Candace brayed, but Toby had her shoulders --
and he drove his cock deep into her throat so he could take up the grip.
Together, the two of them managed to haul Candace, still skewered at both
ends, to the mat.

        "I probably ought to be on the bottom," Damian decided, waving.
Toby backed off, and Damian dropped over onto his side on the mat, then
rolled onto his back, Candace still pinned against him, impaled on his cock.

        "Boys, I..." Candace got out before Damian covered her mouth.

        "Wiggle your ass, Baby," Damian directed.  "Keep things going.  And
open up -- you need to finish Toby."  Candace took a breath to complain and
Damian collected a handful of breast flesh and gave it a warning squeeze,
"Just do it."  Candace flopped her head back on his shoulder and opened her
mouth.  While Toby was trying to find a decent position, Damian shifted his
gaze to Rick, "Fill her up, Man."

        Rick, now naked, cranked Candace's knees up and rubbed his cock
along her droopy labia.  Candace, who had been making noises almost
constantly, shut up; all three males could tell that her attention was on
her pussy, anticipating Rick's penetration. "Make it good," Damian mouthed
up at him.  Rick grinned and made insertion.

        "Do they do this often?" Teela asked Beth, her eyes never leaving
the scene.

        "First time ever, I'm pretty sure," Beth replied.  "I hope they have
some left over -- I'd LOVE that!"

        Rick went to work, setting up a rocking motion that moved Candace on
Damian's cock, too.  Toby was basically just there -- he was poorly
positioned, lying on his side.  After some adjustments, though, Candace was
able to suck him by turning her head into his crotch; Toby cradled her head
so he could control the action, thrusting gently into her mouth.

        Candace had stopped fighting totally -- too many interesting things
were going on.  Rick was an accomplished cocksman in his own right, and the
feel of his cock moving in her brought pleasure from the initial penetration
-- but he and Damian had set up a rhythm that kept Damian's cock moving in
her ass, something finally pleasurable.  Rick had her knees pinned, and
Damian had a nipple in either hand, mauling them gently, making them flash
sparks here and there.  Last but not least, Toby was in her mouth -- not
demanding much, just letting her suck and smell his male essence.  It was
hard to concentrate on any one thing; she was overloaded!  Her attention
drifted from point to point; pleasure enveloped her and buoyed her up like
water in a bathtub, and she gave herself up to it, drawing additional
pleasure from the lack of control, just as Damian had described.  In a
moment, she began moaning around Toby's cock -- but the tone was totally
different than her previous complaints; now, the moans were of pleasure.

        "That don't look bad..." Louise agreed wistfully.  She reached down
and slid her hand into her scrub bottoms to rub her mons; unlike everyone
else in the room, Terence was off-limits for Louise.  Of course, there was
Lon...  She shifted her glance in his direction and ran right into Sally's
eyes -- and looked away guiltily.

        Candace was drifting on a sea of pleasurable inputs:  Rick's cock
running in and out of her twat, his pubic bone bashing her clitty, Damian's
cock moving in her ass, the odd feel of the pair of them rubbing one another
through the pair of membranes separating them, Damian's fingers tweaking her
nipples, Toby's fat cock in her mouth and his aura in her nostrils...
Pleasure was everywhere, and the tidal wave rose higher and higher...
Beth's face swam before her left eye and a disembodied voice said, "Greedy
Mistress!  Three cocks!"  And Candace stopped seeing anything for a few
moments while the dam burst and her eyes rolled up and she quivered rigidly
while her twat tried to suck Rick dry and her ass clutched at Damian...  She
sucked like mad, too, reflexively -- but none of her partners was ready to
cum yet, so the cycle began again...

        Teela watched Lon's mother lock up and wail around Toby's cock and
giggled, embarrassed.  "I think she likes it!"

        "Yeah, me, too!" Sally husked.  'How would having a cock in your ass
feel?' she wondered.

        Lon stepped up behind her and collected a double-handful of breast
flesh.  "What do you think of that?" he whispered in her ear.

        "It's... hot..." Sally whispered back.

        "Do you want to play?"

        Sally turned wide eyes on Lon, "That's up to you..."

        "Whether you CAN is up to me," Lon murmured in her ear.  "Whether
you want to isn't under my control."

        "I..."  Sally couldn't get anything out.

        "Tell me the truth!" Lon hissed.

        "Yes," Sally agreed, "Some, anyway.  But not if you don't want me
to."

        "I'm going to have to step up to the plate with Beth or Louise
today, probably," Lon replied.  "I'm thinking that Louise, in particular,
owes you a good time..."

        Sally's eyes widened and she shifted her gaze to Louise.  "What
about..."

        "Boys?" Lon finished for her.  "I dunno.  Rick, maybe -- but that's
going to depend on a lot of things, like what Teela thinks about it.  Damian
-- not until I say so.  Terence -- the same, I think, although it's more
likely.  Toby has gotten his share.  Better plan on girls, for now."

        "What's with Damian?" Sally whispered.

        "See what he's doing to Mama?" Lon replied.  "That's okay -- for
Mama.  But only I get to do that kind of thing to you.  I'm not sure he
understands boundaries."  He nuzzled her ear.  "And it's not Terence's game
in the first place."  Sally nodded.

        On the mattress, things were moving toward a conclusion.  Candace
was visibly rising to another orgasm -- and she was hauling Rick along with
her.  Damian wasn't getting what he needed to get a nut, and neither was
Toby, although both of them were enjoying the exercise.  When Candace's peak
arrived, her pulsing clutch set off a sympathetic detonation in Rick,
causing him to grunt "HUUUUUHHHH!!!" and pulse semen into his friend's
mother in synch with her vaginal contractions.  When he was done, he puffed
for a moment, then backed up and climbed off Candace.  Damian took that as a
cue to cup her tits, lay his lips on her neck momentarily, and whisper,
"Okay, Baby, time for you to finish what you started."


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