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End of Episode 1.  I'm catching up because I just discovered that I'd
stopped posting here.  The first 3 chapters of Episode 2 are already out on
asstr.org and storiesonline.net, but I'm going to give everyone here a day
to catch up...

   Thinker


   

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 53 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: mFfm group oral anal ir M-dom humil mFF toys

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 53

        Candace was shaky, but Damian just rolled the system that was the
pair of them over, then let her find her way up on her hands and knees.
After that, he started stroking her ass again.  Candace had gotten plenty by
now, though, so things weren't urgent from a lubrication point of view.

        Toby just stood, deciding that he wasn't going back into Candace's
mouth -- but it left him at loose ends...  Louise glanced at Jean and
subsided again with a sigh at the look on her face -- but Jean grunted, "Oh,
go ahead..." and Louise reached out to collect Toby's erection.  In
virtually no time, Louise was naked, bent over the back of the couch, her
somewhat floppy titties swinging to the rhythm of Toby's thrusts, "Aww,
Baby!  I LOVE that thing!"

        Terence watched his Mama taking Toby's dick, grinning at the faces
she made and the wobble of her titties.  In the back of his mind was an urge
to stick his dick in her face -- something he sort of felt justified doing
after what she'd done to him a few days before -- but he abstained.
Besides, a soft voice called, "Terence?" and he looked up to see Beth's
hopeful expression.  Waving his finger, he instructed her to belly up to the
couch next to Mama while he got out of his sweats.

        "That's a lot of sex," Teela murmured absently.  On the outside, she
was calm, but on the inside, she was shaking like a leaf.

        "Yeah..."  Sally wasn't doing much better.

        Jean stepped up beside them.  "It's more that I ever saw at your
age," she observed.  "Actually, it's more that I ever saw until VERY
recently!"

        "Who thought of the baby wipes?" Rick asked, collecting one from
atop the pool table to wipe his genitals with.  Candace waved a hand, but
she wasn't up to talking; Damian was still working her ass -- although he
wasn't trying to break it.  Rick stepped around to where his girlfriend and
the other two unoccupied women were standing, and addressed Teela, "Well,
you're here..."

        "Yeah," Teela replied feebly.

        "What do you want to do?"

        "I honestly don't know!"  Teela was antsy, overexcited, and
frustrated -- but what was she supposed to do?  Rick had just climbed off of
Lon's mother, for God's sake...

        Rick grimaced.  "Gimme a minute."  He circled the couch, coming up
beside Terence.  The pair held a whispered consultation.  Teela looked
confused -- of the available males, she figured that Rick would have sent
her to see Lon, who was basically standing right beside her, mauling Sally's
titties from behind.

        Whatever it was, Terence grunted agreement.  Rick circled back
around to the front of the couch, dragging an exercise mat and a towel with
him and kicking the coffee table out of the way.  Terence hauled Beth
upright and whispered in her ear; she nodded, and dropped back into position
-- but now she was watching Teela.

        Rick clarified things, somewhat. "Get undressed, come over here and
slouch on the couch," he directed.

        Teela flashed a glance at Sally, but Lon stepped back and said, "You
get undressed, too, Hon," -- after which he bent to untie his own shoes.

        Neither of the girls had a lot to remove; Sally merely did as she
was told.  For Sally, the barriers had been broken, and the rules had been
set out -- it was all up to Lon.  She would fuck every boy in the room, if
that's what Lon wanted -- but it wasn't, apparently...

        Teela, on the other hand, was nervous.  For her, the rules weren't
clear; things were extremely vague.  She allowed Rick to participate in this
activity, more or less because she felt she had to -- but what she should do
-- what she COULD do -- were open questions.  Did she WANT to fuck anybody
else here?  Maybe, sometime -- but probably not now.  For one thing, she
knew that Rick was bothered that he wasn't as well-endowed as the other boys
-- as silly as that seemed to Teela.  For another, well, she was committed
to Rick -- and scared to death that if she messed around that he would think
of her as just a slut and eventually dump her.

        The flip side was Rick -- and not being certain what he wanted and
what he felt was right or wrong, she was concerned that he would feel that
it was necessary to allow her to do something that would ruin their
relationship.

        Teela was right in some ways; Rick DID feel an obligation to allow
her to participate -- and he WASN'T ready to share her with other males.
Fortunately, there was an alternative...

        Watching Rick closely, Teela did as she was told.  When she was
settled on the couch -- basically beneath Beth, who was looking down at her,
grinning -- Beth reached back and patted Terence's hand on her hip.  At that
signal, Terence backed off, and Beth stood and walked around to the front of
the couch.  Dropping to her knees, Beth crawled up between Teela's legs and
lifted her knees to the point where she could get at Teela's crotch.

        Teela, wide-eyed, shifted her gaze from Beth to Rick and back.  Rick
was grinning easily.  Beth watched Teela closely as she moved in, tongue
extended.

        Sally's laugh penetrated Teela's fear and excitement, "C'mon, Teela
-- you KNOW you want it!  You wanted ME to do it..."

        Teela glanced back up at Rick -- was that revelation a bad thing?
Rick's grin said that it wasn't -- and just in time, because Beth's tongue
took a bottom to top swipe at her labia.  "Oooooohhhh, GAAAWWWDDD!!!" Teela
wailed, rolling her head back and closing her eyes as the sensations swept
over her.  She opened her eyes then and watched, dazed, as Terence knelt up
behind Beth and resumed fucking her.  Terence took it easy, though, making
it less difficult for Beth to work on the task set before her -- something
that Teela was immediately grateful for as an orgasm swept her up,
"OMIGAWD!!!"

        Lon waved to get Louise's attention, pointed at Teela, then at
Sally.  Louise nodded.  "Toby?"

        "I got it," Toby grunted, sighing.  Another interruption...  Well,
he was DEFINITELY going to finish...

        "Settle in beside Teela," Lon directed Sally, going to get another
mat.  Sally did as she was told, getting organized as Louise circled the
couch and stood waiting stoically while Lon arranged a pad for her, then
knelt on it.  Louise propped her elbows on Sally's splayed thighs and bored
in, eliciting an immediate gasp from the girl.

        Toby, waiting for the women to get organized, turned to Jean,
"You're overdressed, Babe."

        "Yes, Dear."  The thought that there was no obvious place to plug
herself in occurred to Jean, but it was fleeting -- and she didn't really
notice the difference.  Toby did, and he felt some guilt at manipulating her
-- even unconsciously, since that hadn't really been his intent -- but it
needed doing if Jean was going to stay engaged in the group's activities.
He watched his thin, redheaded 'girlfriend' climb out of her clothing.

        In a moment, though, Louise looked up at him over her shoulder.
"Baby?"  Toby nodded and dropped to his knees to resume the fuck he'd been
delivering.

        Damian stretched out an arm and collected a pink jelly vibrator from
the top of the pool table and handed it to Candace.  "Here, Baby -- use
this.  I want you to get another cum while I finish up.  Candace took the
device from him, merely nodding; the feel of his cock in her ass was
pleasant, at the moment, but she would never get an orgasm from it -- or
maybe it was more a case of not being able to this late in the game...  Once
she started applying the vibrator to her stiff clitty, though, an orgasm
became not only possible, but necessary...  "Oogh!"

        Damian grinned to himself; for a bossy, theoretically independent
bitch, Candace was EASY to control; it was all in getting yourself
established...

        Lon was at loose ends, and so was Jean -- but screwing Jean wasn't
in the plan.  Stepping up to the side of the couch, he presented his cock to
Sally.  "The ladies sort of hinted that they would like to do multiples
today," he explained to Sally -- and, by extension, Teela.  "That more or
less means that there won't be much left over for you two -- but this ought
to compensate somewhat, don't you think?"

        "Mmph hmmph," Sally mumbled around her man's erection.  Louise was
driving her nuts with that tongue of hers!  If she had known how good this
was, she might have let Teela talk her into it...

        "Here, Babe, keep me running..." Rick directed, presenting Teela
with his cock from over the other couch arm.  Teela moaned a lot, but it
wasn't a complaint; Beth was driving her right up the wall...  "Don't try to
get me to cum," Rick cautioned her, "I'm going to need that for Louise or
Beth..."

        "Come here," Toby directed Jean.  "We'll get you a little something
in a while.  You're not really up for a whole lot right now, anyway, are
you?"  Jean shook her head no.  "Kiss me, then," he directed.  He could poke
Louise that much longer if he was distracted...  He pulled his left hand
from Louise's hip and started pinching and mauling Jean's stiff right
nipple.

        Candace couldn't see what was happening on the other side of the
couch, but she was busy, anyway.  The male grunts and the female moans and
squeals barely penetrated the haze in her brain.  The vibrator had removed
all of the negative sensations from Damian's cock sawing in and out of her
ass, making it an instrument of pure pleasure, and she was rising to another
orgasm, "Oh, Honey, fuck me!  Fuck me HAAARRRD!!!

        Damian grinned.  Yeah, this was gonna work.  He was close; he wanted
to spew in her guts just as she peaked, if possible...

        It was.  He could feel her spin up, as well as hearing her moan,
"UH!  UH!  UH!  OGOD!  OH HONEY!  YES!!  YEEEEESSSS!!!!"  Her sphincter
began to pulsate around his buried cock, and the delicious internal pressure
went through the roof, bringing on the explosion; his cock jetted into
Candace's colon in heavy spurts.  "OGOD!  I FEEL IT!" she screeched, arching
her back.

        The orgasm left Candace thoroughly trashed; she dropped the
vibrator, and it rolled away, still buzzing merrily.  When Damian withdrew
and grunted, she followed him, completely mindless, as he circled the couch.

        Damian still had objectives to meet -- objectives that Candace, in
her current state, had totally forgotten.  He collected a towel and threaded
his way between the two triples using the couch and settled between them,
still dragging Candace by the hand, "Y'all mind if I sit?"

        That got just about everyone's attention -- which was Damian's
intent.  He hauled on Candace's arm and she dropped to her knees before him.
Reaching out, he caught a handful of hair at the back of the dazed woman's
head and hauled her forward, murmuring, "Okay, clean me up..."

        Damian's cock was nasty; Candace's shit, mixed with semen and
lubricants lay in a pool on the upper surface of his shaft like nasty-
smelling chocolate moose.  Candace had a mouthful before she realized what
was up, "Gak!"

        "Go on, Baby -- clean it up!  You promised!" Damian crowed.
Everyone watched, bemused, while Candace, shuddering in revulsion, managed
to choke down that awful initial glob.  Several people were amazed, but Toby
just shook his head; Damian had brought Candace to the point where
resistance was futile.  She would remember this all later with revulsion,
but for now, she lacked the will to buck him -- and after this, it was
doubtful that she would ever be able to generate serious resistance to him
again...

        Candace was mentally numb, which was a good thing; had she been in
full possession of her faculties, she'd have probably puked all over the
place.  As it was, the task was unpleasant, but her mind was dissociated;
she was watching some poor bitch suck shit from Damian's cock without
realizing who it was, actually -- despite the fact that she could taste the
nasty stuff, she merely considered that to be a part of the experience...

        Beth was flabbergasted; Candace was obviously floating in sub-space,
that place submissives go when nirvana calls.  Who'd have thought that
Candace could be a subbie?

        Candace did a thorough job; the Candace who was floating above the
exercise, watching, sadistically insisted that the Candace doing the work
get the job done perfectly.  Damian sat for the whole thing, then gently
pushed her back and stood.  Taking her hand, he led her to another chair,
where he sat and pulled her down onto his lap.  Candace crawled up on it and
cuddled there like a child while Damian nuzzled her neck and patted and
caressed her, telling her what a good girl she was -- and Candace sucked it
up like a kitten lapping cream from a bowl!

        The noise the vibrator made rattling and buzzing on the floor
irritated Jean, so she stepped away to collect it and shut it off.  When she
turned back, Toby pointed a finger at the couch, where Teela was weakly
pushing Beth away, having overdosed on cunnilingus.  "Beth, is your tongue
still working?" he asked.

        "For a little while yet, I think," Beth gasped, then howled, "Oh,
Sweetie!  Pound it!  Oh! OH! OOH!"  Behind her, Terence grinned from ear to
ear and stepped up the pace.

        "I don't know..." Jean murmured -- but her body wasn't paying a
whole lot of attention to her mind.  She had stepped in and slid over Teela
-- who had merely scooted to the center of the couch -- and was holding her
own knees before she realized that the decision had been made for her.  She
blinked, glancing up at Toby, confused, but before she could formulate the
thought, 'How did I get here?' Beth had her clitoris between her lips and
tongue.  Toby looked around guiltily; once again, he hadn't meant to force
the issue, but he was actually fucking, and when he did that, it seemed like
his least unformed wish was the command of any woman in sight...

        Jean's ability to analyze such things had been sucked away and
Beth's lips were sucking away any physical resistance.  Jean had recently
discovered that she liked very few things better than a tongue in her
vagina, anyway...

        Teela was positively wasted; Beth's tongue had given her four
orgasms, back to back, and she'd had the choice of escaping it or going
insane.  Exhausted, she turned to her girlfriend.  "How are you doing?"

        Sally took Teela's right hand in a death grip, but couldn't seem to
get anything out but high whines.  Her eyes were HUGE and she was rigid, but
shaking like a terrier, and red from her spiked nipples to her hairline.
Louise's thick, soft lips and wide tongue had her in a state beyond mere
orgasm; she was over-stimulated to the point that she was incapable of
communicating.

        Teela got a good look and figured out what was going on, having been
clued in by the crushing grip her girlfriend had on her hand.  "Hey!
Louise!  Let up!  I don't think Sally can take any more!"

        "No?" Louise backed off, grinning.  She knew that Sally was strung
out -- but she didn't know how far...

        Sally reacted as if she had been being electrocuted and someone had
thrown the breaker; she backed off Lon's cock -- which she'd been trying to
swallow -- drew a HUGE breath, and screamed at the top of her lungs!  Then
her eyes rolled up and she fainted dead away!

        "Man, that must've been great!" Lon observed.  He'd been so
distracted by Sally's attempts to swallow his cock that he'd missed the fact
that she was so far gone.  He turned an owlish gaze on Louise.

        "She tasted great!" Louise panted, "And she's got this big ol'
clit..."  Her eyes went glassy and she wailed, "Oh, Baby, fuck me!  Fuck me!
FUCK MEEEE!!"  Toby grinned tightly and continued to hammer away in Louise's
clutching pussy.

        Sally awoke to Lon caressing her cheek, "Are you okay, Honey?"

        "Uh huh," Sally replied groggily, then waved her hands at Louise,
"No more, please!"

        "Okay."  Louise surprised Sally by leaning up and resting her head
on her belly.  "I gotta..."  What Louise had to do wasn't clear; she drifted
into another world at that point.  "Oh, FUUUUUCK!"  She clutched Sally's
hips as an orgasm crashed through her.

        "Hey, Lon?" Damian asked, "Can you help me for a sec?"

        Lon glanced over at the chair.  "What's up?"

        "She's asleep," Damian indicated Candace.  "Can you help me get up
and move her to that mattress?"

        "Sure." Lon stepped over and helped Damian get up from the chair.
Damian carried Candace over to the mattress and put her gently down on it
and threw a blanket over her.

        "I think she's wasted for now," Damian observed.

        Lon nodded.  "You guys pretty much rode her hard and put her up
wet."

        Damian nodded.  "She likes it.  She pretends that she doesn't, but
she likes it."

        "Yeah, I know," Lon grunted, realizing that Damian was justifying
what he'd been doing to his mother and trying to defuse any issues.  Lon
grinned and slapped Damian on the shoulder.

        "Awwww SHIIIIT!"  Terence buried himself in Beth's cunt as deep as
he could get and started spraying semen.

        Beth popped up from her attempt to bring Jean off a second time to
coo, "Oh, thank you, Sweetie!  That's SOOO nice!"  Nothing was better than
having a cock pulse semen into her...

        Terence staggered back, winded; it had been a marathon fuck.
"Next!" he croaked.

        Lon looked around.  "That's me, I guess..."  He went over and knelt
up behind Beth, nosing his cock against her dripping snatch.

        Beth's head popped up and she turned big eyes on Lon.  "Lonnie!  Oh,
that's so nice!"

        Damian grinned.  "I'm next!"

        Beth's eyes glowed.  "A train!  Omigod!  Wonderful!  Oh!  Oh!
OOHH!!"  Thrilled beyond measure, Beth threw an orgasm.  Lon and Damian
grinned at each other.

        Toby grinned tightly.  "Who's next over here?"

        "Got to be me, I guess," Rick drawled.  He glanced over at Teela.
"You okay, Babe?"

        Teela nodded.  "I'll just watch."

        Rick waved a finger, grinning.  "You could suck a nipple..."

        Teela turned her head to her left and grinned from ear to ear as
Rick's mother gazed at Teela, startled -- then she leaned forward and sucked
in Jean's right nipple.  Jean gasped, "Ogod!"  Fifteen seconds later, Jean
was screaming her head off, clutching Teela to her breast with one hand and
Beth to her twat with the other as an orgasm rolled through her.

        'Finally!' Toby thought dimly as his twice-delayed orgasm surged
over him.  "YEAAAHH!!" he grunted as his cock pulsed in Louise's hot box.
"Take a load, Louise!"

        "Thank you, Baby!  Oh, oh, oh..." Louise babbled breathlessly while
Sally caressed her cheek.

        "Rick?" Toby backed off.

        "Coming..."  Rick grabbed a baby wipe to give Toby, but a soft voice
pled, "No, let me clean it, please?"  Toby smiled and took his gooey cock
over to Jean, who sucked it in happily.

        "Want some more?" Rick asked Louise, kneeling up behind her.

        "Oh, Baby, that would be..."  Louise was at a loss for words.  The
next thing out of her mouth was a soft, "Uuhh!" as Rick socketed himself in
her dripping snatch.  "Oh, Baby!"

        "Anything to drink around here?" Damian asked.

        "Bar fridge."  Lon pointed it out.

        Damian headed over to it, Toby following.  "Gonna be quite an
afternoon," Damian observed, pulling out a Coke.

        "Yeah," Toby agreed.  "Some of the women are overdue for some
serious sex."

        "Your Mama..." Damian began, shaking his head.

        "Ma is a serious slut," Toby agreed, cutting him off.  "You have no
idea.  We could run a football team through here and she would thank us for
it.  Pa used to, well, do wild shit to her.  We haven't approached that,
yet."

        "So the word is tear it up?" Damian confirmed.

        "Yeah," Toby nodded.  "I would, but it's not the right thing to do."

        Damian nodded.  "Mama says you guys worked Pa over pretty good."

        Toby pursed his lips.  "Yeah."

        "Mama says he liked it, in the end."

        Toby eyed Damian carefully.  "Yeah."

        "Mama says he liked it in both ends..." Damian grinned.

        Toby relaxed.  "Yeah.  Actually, he did."

        Damian glanced over at where Terence was leaning against the pool
table, watching Lon pound Beth's pussy.  "Big Bro is a chip off the old
block, I figure.  Me, well, I can take it or leave it..."  He eyed Toby
conspiratorially.  "You know why he's watchin' Lon..."

        Toby nodded.  "Yeah.  I don't want to go into how, other than to
tell you it wasn't Ma -- but yeah, I know."

        "You figure there's any chance...?"

        "I've kind of promised to come up with something," Toby replied.
"It's not gonna be easy, though."  Damian nodded.

        Lon was fresher than he thought he was; he lasted fewer than ten
minutes before flooding Beth's snatch.  Damian, having gotten a bit sore
during his workout in Candace's ass, lasted a good deal longer.  Jean got
out from under Beth's lips before Lon finished; Beth was just entirely too
good at cunt-lapping for anyone to be able to stand it for long.

        Rick lasted almost fifteen minutes in Louise -- but when he was
done, Louise was, too.  Groaning, she climbed up on the couch, put her head
back in Sally's lap, and collapsed.  Teela had gotten up when Jean's
departure brought the threat of Beth returning to work on her, and had stood
rubbing her man's back and shoulders until he made his sperm deposit in the
black woman, then dragged him off to a mattress to neck.  Sally found
herself playing idly with the black woman's floppy titties while she sucked
Lon's cock.  Louise encouraged her with little moans and babbled comments
about how good crushing her nipples felt.  When Sally was done cleaning
Lon's cock, he circled around behind Sally and nibbled her neck while
playing with her globular breasts.

        "Next!" Damian yelled, backing out of Beth's drippy snatch.
Everybody glanced around.  Lon and Rick were too recently finished, and Toby
wasn't allowed, sooo...  "On you, Big Bro!" Damian announced.

        "Shit!" Terence grunted.  "Who'd have thought that fuckin' was such
work?"  He took an extra pillow for his knees this time; soon Beth was
purring and cooing happily.

        Damian went to check on Candace, who was sitting up, apparently
trying to get a handle on things.  "You bastard," she said without heat,
"Where has that been?"

        "Beth's pussy," Damian replied blandly.  Candace nodded and sucked
him in.  Things were quiet between them except for liquid sucking sounds for
a moment; Damian played with Candace's bleach-blonde locks without trying to
direct her efforts.

        Candace pulled back after a bit.  "You treated me like shit," she
accused.

        "For a while," Damian agreed.

        "Why did you have to do that?" she whined.

        "Because you were trying to get away with something," Damian replied
evenly.

        "It was the letter of what you told me..." Candace whined.

        "Yeah, but you knew I wanted you to do it in front of everybody,"
Damian replied.

        "You were gonna rub my nose in it, anyway," Candace grumbled -- but
Damian wasn't concerned; her tone of voice was distinctly odd -- resigned,
more than anything else...

        "Yeah, I was," Damian agreed.  "And you pretty much knew it was
coming, didn't you?"

        "Yeah."  Candace dropped her eyes and wouldn't look at him.  "How
did I get here?"

        "You went to sleep cuddled on me in that chair over there," Damian
replied.

        "Yeah?"  Candace still sounded sulky, but more childish than
anything else.

        "Yeah."  Damian took her hand and led her to the chair, then sat and
pulled her into his lap again.  "Like this."

        "My mouth tastes nasty," Candace sulked.

        "It was supposed to," Damian replied.

        "Why?"

        "You know why."  Damian began nuzzling her neck, and Candace just
couldn't stay angry.  In fact, she hadn't started angry, per se -- merely
unhappy.  The fight was more or less leached out of her.  She DID know why
Damian had done what he did; basically, he was pressing home the point that
there were no deals, no negotiations -- she would do whatever he told her,
period.  Part of her rebelled at this -- and part of her reveled in it.
That left her without clear direction -- and without will.  Damian's arms
offered comfort, and the easiest and most pleasant thing was to accept it,
so she did so.  Damian handed her his Coke, and she took two or three
swallows, swishing it around her mouth to remove the nasty taste; after
that, he apparently had no compunction about kissing her.  The whole
situation moved from focused sex and dominance to romance and comfort
petting.  Candace surfaced momentarily, after a torrid kiss, feeling his
hands on her breast and flank, and blurted, "Damian, I can't..."

        "Marry me?" Damian interrupted.  "Shut up."  And he pulled her lips
back to his and forced his tongue between them.  Candace gave up and let him
work on her.

        Terence was puffing and sweating, plowing Beth's pussy, but both his
endurance and his ability to hold back an orgasm were waning.  "I'm gonna
bust a nut!" he grunted.  "Who's up?"

        "Sweetheart?" Sally drew back from a kiss with Lon, "I think it's
you..."

        Lon popped up and started counting on his fingers.  There was
Toby... oh, yeah -- THAT wouldn't work...  "Okay.  I'm coming.  Go ahead and
finish up..."

        "Thanks..."  Terence stopped just pounding away and adopted a short
stroke that maximized the interaction between Beth's inner labia and the
sensitive head of his dick.  Beth didn't complain; she rocked gently in an
effort to increase the speed and friction for her current lover.  Terence
grunted and powered into her depths to unleash his cum while Lon was still
untangling himself from Sally.  "FUUUUCK!" he wheezed.

        Sally hauled herself out from under Louise and followed Lon,
watching and rubbing his shoulders as he again plugged himself into Beth's
snatch.  She then squatted down next to Beth, "How's it going?"

        "Oh, Sweetie!" Beth panted, "I'm... so happy...  This is... so good!
I haven't... had anything... like this... in so long!"

        "Are you gonna be okay?" Sally asked.  She WAS working on her fifth
partner, after all, when you considered the repetitions...

        "I'm gonna be... sore tomorrow... Sweetie... but today... I'm in
Heaven!" Beth gasped.  "Do you want something?  I could eat you..."

        "That's okay," Sally smiled.  "Can I do anything for you?"

        "Uhhh, hang on..."  Beth's eyes went glassy, "Oh, Lonnie!  There!
There!"  She shuddered and sagged for a moment, then she was back, mostly.
"I dunno, Sweetie...  Do you mind... doing girls?  Maybe you could... chew
my... titties?"

        "Sure!" Sally grinned, and went onto her back on the mat.  Sliding
under Beth, she collected a swinging orb and latched onto the gristly tip of
her rigid nipple.

        "Oh, God!" Beth moaned.  "Don't... be gentle!  Bite the... shit ...
out of it!  AAHHH!!!"  Immediately, Beth went into another orgasmic cycle.

        Louise crawled up and put in her two-cent's worth, "You want to suck
THAT pussy, Baby!  Sally runs pussy juice like a water fountain, don't you,
Baby?"  Sally looked at her and grinned, but her teeth were busy.  Louise
reached under Beth and started pinching the other nipple.

        Beth screamed and went totally manic!  Somehow, despite the fact
that her upper body was rigidly in place to allow the other two women to
abuse her breasts, her ass managed to oscillate wildly -- which brought both
her and Lon incredible new sensations.  Within a couple of minutes, it
became apparent that Beth was in an almost continuous orgasmic cycle --
something that provided an unprecedented level of stimulation to Lon!  "I
can't hold it!" Lon grunted, striving to maintain his pace, "I'm gonna
shoot.!"

        "Gimme!  Flood me, Lonnie!  Love me!  Fill me up!" Beth wailed,
totally beside herself.

        "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Lon grunted, gushing out his second load of the
evening.  "GOD!"

        "OMIGAWD!!!" Beth wailed.  Sally, knowing that this was it, bit
brutally into Beth's nipple, eliciting another scream -- one assisted by
Louise, who had come to the same conclusion and attempted to crush Beth's
left nipple between her fingers!

        Beth collapsed, abruptly, groaning; Sally wormed her way out from
under the older woman.  "Are you okay?" Sally asked.

        Beth nodded, breathlessly.  "Let me flop here and rest...  I love
you all..."

        "You tried to," Louise chuckled.

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

        Things slowed down after that; the group shattered into individuals
and couples for a while -- resting or necking, mostly.  An exception was
Toby and Jean; Jean ended up riding Toby on the mattress they had retired to
to neck.  Lon took Sally upstairs for a while, and Rick hauled Teela off to
a chair.  Somebody turned on the TV for background noise.

        Eventually, Candace collected Beth and the pair waddled upstairs to
set out the planned meal -- mostly salads and finger foods and soft drinks.
Everyone gathered in the kitchen to grab food, then moved into the dining
room to eat at the table, cycling back to the kitchen for refills.  Nobody
bothered to dress.

        Candace didn't bother avoiding Damian; when he gestured for her to
come to him and sit on his lap, she padded over and did so without argument.
Okay, so, he was a bastard -- but when things were going his way, they
tended to be good...

        Everyone was munching away when Damian roused himself, "About the
dog..."

        Jean rolled her eyes.  Louise rasped, "Boy..."

        "Hey, it's now or never," Damian said defensively.  "What's changed,
really?"

        "What do you mean?" Jean asked.

        "I mean that Teela and Sally are here, and they've done a bunch of
shit -- and they've seen just about everything there is to see -- but we
STILL don't have a handle on them like we have handles on just about
everyone else!" Damian replied.

        Jean grimaced; she really didn't want to mess with the girls over
this -- after what they did to trap Fred Carter, especially.

        Teela, on the other hand, was again reasonable.  "When he's right,
he's right..."

        "Awright," Louise sighed.  "So?" she challenged her younger son.

        "Okay," Damian began, "He's half Rottweiler and half Lab -- the Lab
part is mostly fur and his tail, I think -- maybe the tongue.  He's got a
lot of tongue..."  He wriggled his eyebrows and got a titter.  "He ain't
fixed and he's got big balls.  He's pretty easygoing, except around cats --
and he just likes chasin' 'em -- he don't hurt 'em, apparently."

        Louise eyed her son.  "What did you tell the owner about what we
were gonna do with him?"

        "Nothing."  Damian looked self-satisfied.  "Didn't have to.  I got
lucky.  Rain Man come around lookin' for someone to watch Dirk while he goes
off to some music camp.  All I had to do was tell him that maybe I could
hook him up."

        "Did you tell ANYBODY what we were looking to do?" Louise pressed.
"ANYBODY?"

        "Nah," Damian replied.  "If there's one thing I've learned, it's not
to run my mouth where pussy is concerned."

        "So, when?" Lon asked.

        "We need to get him Monday afternoon," Damian explained.  "And Rain
Man will be back Friday night.  We can take him back then or Saturday
morning.  The boarding kennel wanted twelve-fifty a day; I told him we'd do
it for five."

        "Shoulda told him seven-fifty," Terence groused.

        "Dingo offered him that," Damian shot back.

        "Where you gonna keep him?" Louise asked.  Everyone already knew
from previous conversations that the boys couldn't keep the dog at the
Carter's.

        "It would be easiest if we didn't have to move him around all over
the place..." Lon opined.

        "The video gear is at my place," Toby added, shifting his gaze to
his mother.  "Besides, it's probably closest."

        Beth sighed.  "I can't watch him -- it will be up to you guys."

        Toby locked eyes with Damian.  Both nodded.

        "Okay, then," Beth agreed.  "Our place.  Is that going to be all
right with the owner?"

        "Yeah.  I told him I'd be splitting the fee with a friend and
keeping him at his house," Damian amplified.  "Rain Man knows Pa would shit
a brick."

        "And he's cool with that?" Lon pressed.

        "Well, he'd like a pic of the yard..." Damian replied.

        "No sweat," Toby nodded.  "Does he dig or anything?"

        "He's rough on fences, but Rain Man uses a cable run," was Damian's
response.  "He's gonna bring it with him."

        "What about staying indoors?" Beth asked.

        "He's got a crate," Damian answered.  "Big plastic fucker that comes
apart with thumbscrews.  Rain Man says he doesn't like it, so it's better if
he can run around.  He says Dirk stays out of trouble as long as someone is
around."

        Beth eyed Damian, "Even in the house?"  Damian nodded.  "Then I
guess you boys had better see to it that someone is around all the time..."

        Damian nodded again.  "Yah."

        "Come by our place tomorrow," Toby said.  "I'll take the yard pics
and we can plan things."  Damian nodded.


                END of Episode 1: The Elegant Solution

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