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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 29 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mF mmF oral anal ir M-dom

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 29

        Upstairs, things had started slowly, but were moving well.  Jean had
been obviously reluctant, so Lon had taken things easy, taking her to his
mother's room, rather than his own, figuring that was a less threatening
environment.

        Jean plopped on the bed and put her head in her hands.  "Everybody
is telling me that I'm acting like a complete fool.  That's not the normal
thing..."

        Lon shrugged.  "I think you were right, originally -- but it didn't
do any good, because, dangerous or not, we were gonna do it.  Now, though --
well, you don't seem to have your head on straight..."

        "If you have a relationship..." Jean began.

        "If your relationship is based on sleeping around, the rules don't
apply," Lon interrupted.  "You're talking about love and marriage and stuff.
This is sex -- and it's supposed to be JUST sex!"

        "Well, what if it isn't?" Jean asked, stubbornly.

        "Lookit," Lon said, exasperated.  "Even if you and Toby decide to
have babies together and make Rick a stepson, Toby has other shit to deal
with.  For one thing, he needs to keep Mama in line, and that could turn out
to be a full time job.  Thus far, Beth is the only woman in the group who
doesn't want his cock in her -- and she hasn't had him, or all bets would
probably be off!  Now, what you and Toby do are up to you and Toby -- but if
you try to take him out of circulation, there will be trouble -- that's all
there is to it!  You see that, don't you?"

        "Well, yeah -- but I don't have to like it!"

        Lon rolled his eyes.  "I don't have to tell you what kind of things
could happen if you piss Mama off -- you're generally pretty smart.  Toby's
looking at this from his end -- he's protecting his mama and he's TRYING to
protect YOU!  But you want to go all jealous on him..."  He shook his head.
"I'm not here to compete with him -- I'm here more or less to even things
up.  Toby has to spread himself around right now.  You can sit around and
count how many times and stew about it, or you can spread YOURSELF -- which
has benefits."

        "What benefits?" Jean sulked.

        "It's not one-sided," Lon replied.  "If nothing else, you can say to
yourself, 'Sure, he fucks around -- but I do, too.'  That keeps you from
getting too out to lunch about the whole thing.  Second -- do you think that
if we have sex -- even GREAT sex -- you're gonna fall head over heels in
love with me?"

        "Well, no."

        "Are you sweet on Damian?"

        "No."

        "Okay, then.  This kind of thing will act as a reminder to you that
just because he sticks his cock in some chick, it isn't a contract of
marriage -- because it isn't for YOU, either!" Lon insisted.

        "Well, what if I get all wild and slutty?  It's embarrassing!" Jean
retorted.

        "You mean like Mama gets?  And Beth gets?  And, apparently, how
Louise gets?  You'd be having fun!  What's so embarrassing?  Especially when
everyone ELSE is?  Why do you always have to hold yourself to some tight-ass
standard?"

        "I don't know!" Jean glared at the floor.

        "You need to get over it," Lon insisted.  "You need to relax and
have fun and let Toby do his thing -- and help, if you can.  I guarantee you
that you don't want to push him to make hard choices.  He's still got his
head on straight -- where do you figure that will leave YOU?"

        This insight rocked Jean's world; Lon's observation hit right at her
core.  "So..."

        Lon saw that he'd finally hit a hot button -- so he hammered it, "If
you force him to pick between you and his Mama..."

        Jean blanched.  "So what do I do?"

        Lon shrugged.  "I wouldn't give him shit about fucking Mama or
Louise, for starters.  And I think I'd be making friends and influencing
people among the guys.  Toby is the unofficial top dog right now -- and,
well, it won't be good if you screw that up for him.  I mean, if you're his
woman, don't you want to help him?  Be on his side?"

        Jean pondered this.  "I'm screwing him up."

        Lon shrugged.  "I think so.  You and he are a lot alike --
generally.  But you're all over the map on this, and it's fucking him up.
Instead of counting on you he has to baby-sit you..."

        "I see that.  What do I do?"

        Lon shrugged.  "Be there for him.  Put the psycho-babe stuff aside
and do what he needs you to do.  Nobody expects you not to prefer to fuck
him before everyone else -- shit, you don't think you're not HIS preferred
partner, do you?"

        "No..."

        "Okay, then.  He's unavailable right now, taking care of business.
You can joggle his elbow by making him worry about what you're up to, or you
can help him out by making friends on the male side of the fence..."  Lon
shrugged.  "It's a power base thing, if nothing else -- but it would be
better for everybody if you had fun doing it..."

        And there it was -- what she'd been lacking: a justifiable reason to
have fun.  Because if she acted like she was going to the gallows, before or
after, she was causing problems for Toby.  She turned it around in her head,
looking for issues, but it made sense; if she tore at the fabric of the
group, she undercut her man -- and if she did that, she endangered their
relationship.  And that took precedence over any stresses to their
relationship that having sex with someone else might cause -- because there
was no reason for a little sex with someone she didn't have any emotional
attachment to to CAUSE a stress on their relationship!  "Thanks, Lon -- this
has been... enlightening.  I owe you one.  Maybe I owe you two.  How about a
little foreplay, and then you can collect?"

        "Huh?"

        Jean wrinkled her nose playfully.  "I think maybe we ought to fuck,
don't you?  That's what we came up here for..."

        "Well, yeah..." he eyed her suspiciously.

        "What's wrong?" Jean asked.

        "I thought we were arguing, basically."

        "Well, when you're right, you're right..." Jean replied.  "I'm slow,
but I'm not stupid.  You presented a pretty convincing case -- I'm gonna
buck up and stop acting like a fool, because it messes up the man I..."

        Lon eyed her.  "You might as well say it..."

        "Love..."  Jean mused for a second on the word and its meaning to
her, then changed up:  "How about sixty-nine, for starters?  That will get
everything nice and wet..."  She draped herself back on the bed.

        "Sure..."  Lon wasn't used to winning arguments with women -- but
you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, either.  He arranged himself on
his side opposite her, lifted her leg, and zeroed in on the feminine
aroma...

        It took him all of two seconds to find what was undoubtedly
leftovers from Damian's earlier deposit -- which left him in a quandary.  He
could have a fit and screw up something that was finally moving in the right
direction, or he could ignore the whole thing.  After a moment's thought,
during which he fingered her a bit, he decided that if they were going to do
gang-bangs regularly, this kind of thing was going to happen; best get used
to it.  Shrugging, he put his tongue back to work...

        'Big cocks,' Jean mused, taking Lon's into her mouth, 'Everybody
seems to have one...'  Hugh's endowments, however nice they had seemed to
her at the time, were coming up tiny in comparison to Lon, or the Carter
boys -- even Rick -- and most CERTAINLY Toby...  Foreskins were a new thing,
too, but she was getting the hang of them.  She worked her tongue under
Lon's, eliciting a groan as she circled the head of his cock with it under
the retractable covering.  Lon was demonstrating the familiarity with her
vagina that he had gained so expensively a few days before; Jean's clitoris
was buzzing.  The thought that she enjoyed cunnilingus perhaps a bit too
much flickered past in her consciousness, but she was in no condition to
examine it.  Lon's tongue was all over her pudenda, and he knew where to go
and for how long...  Fortunately, his penis was extending itself and
becoming rock-hard, too, under her lips and tongue, because now that the
gloves were off, he was driving her nuts!  "Oh, God!" she moaned.  "Let's do
it!"

        Lon chuckled as he repositioned; Jean couldn't say 'fuck',
apparently.  She could do it, though; she grabbed her knees as he knelt up,
pulling her legs up and back, making her wide open as he settled above her.
He replaced her hands on her knees with his once the tip of his cock was
lodged in her and leaned in to drive it home.

        "Huuungh!  Uuuuuhhh!  Yessssss!!!"  Now that she felt free to enjoy
herself, making passionate noises was okay, too; Jean let Lon know that he
was doing a good job.  "God!  Yes!  Do it!  Uuuhh!"

        Fairly quickly, Jean encouraged Lon to jack up the pace to the point
that it was punishing for both of them; one side effect was that Lon got to
actually see Jean's little titties jiggle on her chest -- something that
their firmness usually didn't allow.  This was a different ride than the
time he 'raped' her (he still didn't see it that way); that time had been
part demonstration, part rape, and the remainder a contest of wills.  This
time Jean was cooperating fully -- something he frankly never expected to
see.  But there it was; she was holding herself wide open and rocking her
pussy up to meet him -- and she hadn't fooled with rubbers, either.  This
was good pussy -- but the ride was bumpy.  Lon was used to Beth, who was
padded here and there, if maybe a bit less flexible; Jean might have a
LITTLE fat under the fur patch on her mons, but it wasn't much -- and there
certainly wasn't any along the corded tendons of her open thighs!  Somehow,
she was rocking her pussy up so his down-stroke went straight in, then
dropping it so he rubbed the top of it on the back-stroke -- something only
a contortionist should have been able to do -- and it was nice, but he was
gonna have a bruised pubic bone.  She had her hands on his shoulders, and
every time he slowed down past a certain point, she started hauling and
tugging, keeping things in high gear.

        To be fair, if he hadn't already dropped a load in Beth's magic
mouth, he'd have been shooting in Jean inside of three minutes; as it was,
Jean got cherry red as was her wont and her grunts went up the scale...
Suddenly, she was wailing, and trying to haul herself up onto his cock by a
grip around his hips that she really didn't have arms long enough to get --
and she scratched the living shit out of him!  "HEY!"

        "Hunh?  Oh!  Sorry!"  Was she getting even again?  No, the look on
her face was mixed exhaustion and contrition -- he believed her.  "I got
carried away," she mumbled, gasping.

        "Well, those fingernails hurt!" Lon complained.  "Watch it!"

        "Okay."  She rubbed his shoulders in apology.  But in less than a
minute she was hauling on him again, urging more speed...

        Suddenly, Toby was there.  "Jeezus, Man!" Lon grunted, "You... must
be... part jackrabbit!  She's... trying to... kill me!"

        Toby chuckled.  "Things are going better than I expected."

        "Toby!" Jean cried.  "You're hard..."

        Toby chuckled.  "I saved it for you."

        "Gimmee!"

        Toby shuffled up close and Jean sucked him in -- but she was glassy-
eyed, so her mouth was mostly a warm, wet place to keep his cock hard.  "So
how are you guys doing?"

        "We... had a... talk..." Lon puffed.  "Suddenly... she was... good
to go...  She's working... on two...  Scratched me..."

        "Well, you've definitely got her going," Toby observed.  From
experience, he could tell Jean was close to orgasm.  He reached between the
pair and collected one of her puffy nipples and started mauling it between
two fingers.

        "AAWWWWW!!!" Jean squalled around Toby's cock and went nuts, trying
to crawl up Lon's cock from below; Lon lost control and crashed into her
when she shifted to wrap her legs around him, breaking his bracing position
with his hands on her knees and forcing him to brace his arms on the bed,
basically carrying her on his hands and knees while she clung to him and
rammed her pussy against him.

        "Jeezus!" Lon yelled in surprise.  Toby had to snatch his hand back
during the crash -- and his cock, too, for that matter.  Now he stood
watching as Jean thrashed her way through an orgasm, while his friend gave
him a second opinion on the subject of her orgasmic response.  "I think
she's some kind of vampire rabbit, or something!"

        Toby laughed.  The good news was that Jean was apparently going at
it full bore and not faking anything.  She flopped back down on the bed,
visibly wasted from the orgasm -- but Lon wasn't done, and he was going to
get even!  Jean's antics had brought him to the edge, and he didn't want to
lose it while she recovered, so he slid his arms under her shoulders and
picked her up like a rag doll while pounding into her, getting the extra
stimulation he needed to get him that last little bit.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" he yelled, while his cock swelled and
pulsed in the tiny redhead's channel, "FUUUUCK!!!"

        When it was over, Lon managed to lay Jean down, then back off her
before collapsing on his side.  "Jeezus!  What a workout!"

        Toby grinned, eyeing his friend.  "Did you leave me any?"

        Lon rolled his eyes, but Jean, well on the way to recovery, smiled
and murmured, "Always."  She reached out and collected Toby's cock in her
small hand, rubbing it while she turned to her erstwhile partner.  "Thank
you, Lon..."

        "You're welcome," Lon groaned while he dragged himself from the bed.
"You two have fun -- I'm going downstairs where it's safe..."  He staggered
off.

        Toby crawled onto the bed.  "So how are you?"

        "I'm fine," Jean smiled.  "Put it in me..."  Toby crawled onto the
bed and assumed the position vacated by Lon, kneeling up and inserting the
tip of his cock in Jean's weeping hole.  Jean pulled herself onto him by the
simple expedient of wrapping her legs around his hips and tightening their
grip.

        "No problems, then?" Toby asked, sighing as his cock seated itself
in his lover.

        "No," Jean replied.  "Lon pointed out something that I'd been
missing -- I'd been selfish, causing you problems and undercutting your
authority, not helping you.  I don't want to do that -- I want to help, not
be a burden..."

        "You're never a burden," Toby insisted.

        "Love me, then," Jean sighed.  Lon had gone deep, but now she was
full.  Toby set up a stroke about half as fast as the one Jean had goaded
Lon to maintain; he'd learned to either ignore her urgings for greater speed
or make her ride on top -- something he might do, next round...  It was time
to remind her who loved her...

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

        Lon stopped to hit the refrigerator for a soda and to pee, then
headed downstairs to the rec room.  The Carter boys had Beth and Mama bent
over the couch, side by side, while Rick was working on Louise atop the pool
table, missionary-style.  Lon wandered between the two areas of activity,
idly getting an eyeful; Rick was using Louise's somewhat deflated-looking
breasts as handholds, apparently -- and Louise wasn't complaining.  Instead,
she was rolling her eyes and snapping her head back and forth an urging him
on, "Ride me, Baby!  Ride that pussy!  Bring me home!  Make me cum again,
you stud!"  Lon grinned to himself; Rick probably needed that...  He swept
around the end of the couch and orbited the front side.

        Terence and Damian were exhibiting two contrasting styles; Damian
was pounding Mama like he was driving nails, while Terence was giving Beth
long, slow strokes.  Well, Mama liked it hard and fast...  In fact she was
she was grunting "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Oh, shit!  Yeah!  Yeah!  Fuck!
Fuck!" in tune to Damian's pounding.  Damian was grinning fiercely, his
teeth locked while he hammered her.  As Lon watched, Damian let go of one of
Mama's shoulders and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back.
Mama's eyes went wild; she wailed "Oh, no, FUUUUUCK!" and went straight into
what was obviously a wild orgasm, quivering all over while her mouth went
slack and her eyes rolled up.  Lon grunted to himself; obviously, Damian had
found a couple of keys to Mama...  Mama sagged, just as Damian slammed her
four times extra hard and started grunting, obviously shooting a load into
her, from the look on his face.  Lon moved on...

        As Lon came up on Beth from the front, he discovered why Terence was
taking it easy...  "It's okay, Sweetie," Beth crooned.  "My ass is ready for
you now -- you can speed up and enjoy yourself!  In fact, if it gets too
loose, you might want to swat it to get me to tighten up..."  Terence picked
up his stroke rate, visibly, without trying to emulate his brother.  "Hi,
Lonnie!  Want me to suck you?" Beth asked sunnily.

        "I'll wait," Lon replied, cupping her cheek and smiling at her,
"Jean emptied me out, I think..."

        "Oh?" Beth replied.  "Things went okay, then?"

        "Yeah," Lon nodded.  "We had a talk.  I pointed out to her that she
was undercutting Toby and messing him up -- joggling his elbow, instead of
helping him.  Somehow, I must have said something she considered important,
because she settled down...  Well, her head did, anyway; her body sure
didn't!  Jean fucks like a jackrabbit on steroids!"

        Damian, backing away from Mama, grunted agreement.  "She gets all
stupid, afterward, but she's a helluva ride..."  Damian was MORE than happy
with the day's activities, despite Jean's crash after their run-in.
Obviously, that hadn't been his fault...  Candace had been even better, if
possible, and Damian was momentarily sated.  "Do you girls clean us up,
after?" he asked, eyeing the streaks of white goo striping his shaft.

        "I do," Beth replied.  "If Mistress won't..."

        Candace opened her mouth, but Damian had her by her hair again,
"Come here, then..."  He backed her away from the couch and maneuvered her
to her knees before him, presenting his cock.  Candace opened her mouth to
protest, but Damian just jammed it in and she found herself sucking his seed
from it.

        Lon, watching this activity, murmured mildly, "You've got quite a
hand with the ladies..."

        Damian grimaced.  "Am I fucking up?  Toby kind of triggered it; she
was fucking up a blowjob and he came over...  Suddenly, she was giving deep-
throat, meek as a kitten.  So I kinda stretched the moment, you know?"

        Lon pursed his lips, considering.  "I don't know, Man.  She'll
probably be pissed later because she let you get away with it -- but it
seems to have worked for her..."

        Candace wanted to frown a demurral, but she couldn't see her son --
he was behind her on the other side of the couch.  She looked up at Damian,
but he was looking at Lon, not down at her.  Besides, she was still licking
and sucking...  Why wasn't clear; she should have been yelling and ranting
-- but it was like the orgasm that rushed up on her when Damian grabbed her
hair...  Her normal behavior was on the shelf, and she didn't know why...

        Beth was watching Damian put Candace through her paces over her
shoulder.  "Sometimes," she said quietly, "we want to both be controlled and
be the controller.  People who do this type of thing for a lifestyle call a
person who is dominant sometimes and submissive sometimes a 'switch'; maybe
Mistress is discovering her submissive side..."

        'Surely not!' Candace thought.  'Maybe not...  Damn you, Toby!'

        Damian looked down at Candace -- and found her looking back.  The
look in her eyes was beseeching -- and Damian pretty much knew what she was
begging for.  She was begging him not to continue controlling her -- not to
validate Beth's belief that she could be controlled by anyone savvy enough
to push the correct buttons.  Instinct told him that if he granted her
ascendancy, there would be no second chances -- she would be strident in her
denials and would do whatever she could to remain outside his control.

        Instinct also led him to immediately deny her request.  "Are you
done?  I don't want any drippin's on my balls -- mine or yours..."

        Candace backed up, looked up.  "Damian..."

        "Are you done?  That's a 'yes' or 'no' kind of question..." Damian
cut her off and tilted her head back by the grip he had on her hair.

        "Bro," Terence said mildly.

        "Shh!  I got this!  Don't I, Slut?" Damian demanded confirmation.

        'Shit.  It's over...'  Candace's shoulders slumped and her eyes
dropped away from his, "Yes."

        "Louder.  Big Bro can't hear you.  Neither can Beth -- or Lon."

        "Yes."  It was louder.  Her eyes came back up.

        "Are you done, then?"

        "No."  Candace leaned forward and started licking Damian's balls.

        Damian looked up at Lon, poker faced.  Lon returned the look.
"That's two," he muttered.

        "Huh?" Damian grunted.

        "Two guys Mama can't control."

        "Oh."  Damian spread his stance; Candace was trying to suck his
entire scrotum into her mouth, apparently.  "Easy.  You hurt them and I'm
gonna come down on you like a ton of bricks..."  He'd let go of her hair
when she leaned in to clean his balls; now, he merely held up a finger.
Candace, eyes on his, continued sucking, but more gently.

        Terence, who had stopped momentarily when he became concerned that
his little brother was fucking up, resumed plowing Beth's ass, ruminating
over events.  Did he want to run the little ho'?  Did he want to run THIS
ho'?  Nah...

        Beth turned back to face front as Terence resumed work.  She eyed
Lon's cock, wet her lips.  "I'd really like..."

        "Here."  Lon didn't bother to let her finish; he knew what she
wanted.  He presented his cock, and Beth started licking and sucking half-
congealed semen from the shaft.

        There came the sound of a slap.  Beth jumped; Lon looked up to see
Terence, obviously intent upon determining the quality of Beth's reaction to
his more or less gentle attack on her ass.  In a moment, he raised his hand
and brought it down again on Beth's broad butt, still obviously intent on
evaluating the feelings generated.  Beth merely went "Mmph," and continued
to suck and lick at Lon's cock and balls.  Lon shrugged to himself.

        Louise's chanting encouragements to Rick -- a background activity
that had been going on the whole time -- suddenly got a LOT louder!  "OH
BABY!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUUUUCK MEEEEE!!!" Louise squalled and started
humping herself like mad against Rick -- who lost it, right there; you could
tell by the look on his face as his balls started jumping and his cock let
go inside the black woman.  Lon grinned, wondering if he made those kinds of
faces...

        Rick had been close, anyway; when Louise went nuts on him he was
already holding back a flood, trying to get the maximum amount of pleasure
from the moment of his release.  The contractions created by the onset of
her climax made control absolutely impossible; his cock exploded while stars
drifted before his eyes.

        As for Louise, this was her third cum generated by Rick -- and that
was plenty!  She slumped, exhausted, breathlessly praising his cocksmanship.
"Oh, Baby!" she wheezed, "I've had a few and you're WONDERFUL!  You're gonna
make a LOT of girls VERY HAPPY!!"

        Rick grinned, panting.  There's nothing like being told you have
what it takes...  "I'm gonna want in there again," he panted.

        "No problem, Baby -- just let me know..."  Louise's voice trailed
off -- was this it?  God knew they had all those pictures -- they could
easily blackmail her into going away...  A glance around improved her
confidence, however; Damian had Candace on her knees, licking his balls,
which said something for how THEIR fuck went -- and Terence was steadily
plowing Beth -- in the ass?  No, it looked like Carter stock was doing well,
here...

        Louise hadn't paid a lot of attention to what anyone else was doing
once she and Rick were seriously into it -- distractions cut into your
pleasure.  As a result, she wasn't sure just what she was seeing or how
everyone got where they were.  There was a smack; Terence had popped Beth on
the ass.  Thinking about it, Louise realized that it wasn't the first
time...  "Whatcha doing to her, Boy?" Louise asked.

        "Keepin' her tight," Terence rumbled, without turning around.  "It's
okay..."  Terence was pretty distracted; he was getting close to busting a
nut.  Lon, eyeing Louise over Terence's shoulder nodded and winked.  Terence
asked Beth, "Can I shoot in there?"

        Beth stopped nursing Lon's cock long enough to reply thickly, "Uh
huh," then continued, "Sweetie?  When you're done could you reach down and
rub my clit a little?  I wanna cum real bad..."  She was close; Terence's
balls had been banging her clit on every stroke, sending little flashes --
and now she had a cock in her mouth and smelly pubes under her nose...

        Candace drew back and opened her mouth -- and Damian stuck two
fingers in it.  "Suck," he forestalled her.  "Beth gets to cum, too."
Candace sucked.  Louise watched this byplay wide-eyed.

        Terence hit the ragged edge; his legs started jumping and he started
power-stroking Beth's ass as the fight to maintain made his surroundings
hazy and the pleasure went off the scale.  "JEEEZUS!!!" he erupted, and a
gob of cum that felt like it was the size of a tennis ball blasted out of
his cock and into Beth's colon.

        Beth suddenly didn't need any help cumming; Terence's final burst of
activity pushed her over the edge, "EEEEEEEEEE!!!!  UH!  UH!  UH!"  She rode
his remaining strokes as her orgasm flashed through her.

        Terence stood there, pressed in deep while his cock went from fire
hose to trickling inside her, enjoying the pulsing clasp of her rectum.
When it was over, he reached around to diddle her clit, but Beth gasped,
"It's okay, I came, too!"  He stopped and started backing up, extracting his
cock from her ass.

        "Gotta go, Lonnie!" Beth gasped, raising herself up and pushing back
to follow Terence.  Lon blinked; he didn't get it -- but it all became clear
in a moment.  Terence was standing there, trying to decide what he was going
to do with a dick that had just been pounding an ass and was undoubtedly at
least mildly shitty when Beth knelt before him and answered the question by
engulfing it in her mouth!

        "Jeez!" Terence grimaced.  "You don't hafta do THAT!"

        Beth backed off but held his balls as she replied, "Yes, I do --
don't I, Mistress?"

        Damian pulled his fingers from Candace's mouth.  Candace eyed him
for a second; when it became apparent that he wasn't going to interfere, she
said, "Yes, you do, Hon.  Do a good job -- I want his dick all sweet-
smelling when you're finished.  Who knows?  Maybe someone else will want to
suck it."

        Beth went back to work.  There really wasn't anything there; she'd
flooded herself twice before the party started -- a quart each time.  But
she went about it thoroughly, anyway, sucking the kinky hair around the root
of his cock and laving his balls with her tongue.  Everybody just kind of
hung out, watching, for the three minutes it took her to be satisfied.

        Louise eyed Rick sidelong.  "I don't do that -- at least, not after
it's been in my ass."  Rick shrugged.  "I DO, do it after it's been in my
pussy, though.  Bring it around here..."  Rick grinned and made to crawl
around the table, but Louise sat up and said, "Let's go to the floor..."  In
a moment, she was knelt up on a pad, cleaning their mixed juices from Rick's
half-hard cock.

        Beth settled back and Terence gave her a hand up, then led her
around the couch to sit down.  "I don't know how you could do that," he
grunted.

        Beth looked up at Lon.  "Lonnie..."

        "I'm done." Lon waved her off and plopped on her left.  Jean had
worn him out, and Beth had finished cleaning him before she and Terence
finished up; now, he was vaguely sore...

        Beth turned her attention to Terence.  "I was clean, Sweetie -- I
cleaned myself out before we got started.  There really wasn't any mess..."

        Terence blinked.  "You did?  How?"

        "Have you ever heard of an enema?" Beth asked.

        "Well, yeah, but..."

        "But what, Sweetie?"

        "I dunno what it is..." Terence shrugged.

        "Basically, you flush yourself out with something," Beth explained.
"It can be just water, or it can be an oil or a detergent...  You have to be
a little careful, and it's not always pleasant..."

        "Flush yourself out?"

        "Ummm, yeah.  There are a couple of ways..."  Beth glanced around.
"There are pre-bottled solutions, bulb syringes, and enema bags...
Basically, you stick a hose or nozzle in your, uh, ass..."

        Terence's eyes popped.  "No shit?"  Then he covered his mouth.
"Oops!"

        Beth giggled.  "Yeah -- you're kind of running things backwards.
You push some fluid in the back way and it loosens things up -- then you go
to the bathroom and expel it..."

        Terence grimaced.  "And this, uh hurts?"

        "It gives you stomach cramps, usually," Beth nodded.  "How bad is
probably dependent on what you use, and how much, and what temperature it
is, and how long you hold it in..."

        "Sounds crazy," Terence grunted.  "I bet Mama doesn't do it..."

        "You'd lose money, Boy," his mother's voice sounded behind him.  "I
did it -- twice -- upstairs in the bathroom.  And Candace and Jean did it,
too."

        "I'll be damned.  Why?" Terence asked.

        "We weren't sure where this was all going," Candace supplied.
Damian had let her up and she was standing over at the mini-bar, getting a
drink.  "Your mother, in particular, had three guys to see -- we figured she
should be prepared for anything..."

        "Sounds like a lot of trouble," Terence opined.

        "It's a pain," Candace agreed.  "But it avoids a mess..."

        "Do you do it all the time?" asked Damian.

        "No," Candace replied.  "I don't do it, normally.  I don't think
Jean does..."

        "I don't," Louise interjected, "unless it seems to make sense."

        "I do, when it seems like a good idea," Beth answered slowly.  "I
hadn't for a long time, but I did it the other day, and I did it today.  And
I needed to both times."

        "Speaking of Jean..." Louise murmured.

        "She was fine when I left her," Lon replied.  "We had a talk and she
settled down.  Toby's probably got her riding him right now..."

        "Did she do anything for you?" Candace asked.

        "Oh, yeah!" Lon rolled his eyes.  "Damn near broke me in half!"

        Candace pursed her lips and nodded approval.  "While we're waiting
for them, want to watch a little TV?  I've got some porn flicks if anybody
feels like further stimulation..."

        "Just TV, I think," Louise proposed.  "I've been out of action a
while -- I'm gonna need to recover.  Say, is there a way we can see those
pictures you all took on a screen bigger than a postage stamp?"

        "My computer..." Lon offered.

        "Where is it?"

        "My room.  Toby and Jean are in Mama's..."  Lon grinned at Candace,
half apologetically.  Louise got up and followed Lon toward the stair.  Rick
followed Louise.

        "Don't lose them!" Candace called out, "or we'll have to make more!"

        "Lose 'em!" Louise called back over her shoulder, "No way!  I want a
copy!"  Candace shook her head.

        "Do you think you could show me one of those enema things?" Terence
asked in a voice meant only for Beth's ears.

        "Sure," she whispered back.  "Candace, what did you girls use for
enemas?"

        "Pre-packaged Fleets," Candace replied.  "There are some in the
bathroom..."

        "I think I'll give Terence a demo," Beth murmured, "if you don't
mind, Mistress..."

        "Go ahead..." Candace waved it off.  Hell, it was an opportunity to
give Beth cramps...  Beth took Terence by the hand and headed for the
bathroom.  Damian watched them leave, ruminating over Big Bro's interest in
such things.  Maybe his first ass was gonna be male...

        That left Candace and Damian eyeing one another from across the
room.  Damian came around the couch and settled himself, so Candace decided
she might as well try to salvage things.  Bringing her drink with her, she
walked over to stand before Damian.  "I don't let guys do that kind of
thing..."

        Damian, his tone totally neutral, said, "Shut up and sit down."  He
reached up and grabbed her wrist, and Candace had the choice of spilling her
drink all over the place and seating herself on Damian's right.  "We settled
this before.  What is that?"

        "Just Coke."

        "Gimme.  Where's the TV controller?" he asked as he took the glass,
sipped, and placed it on the end table.

        "Right there." Candace nodded at the coffee table top.

        "Get it."  Candace flashed him a look, but leaned forward and
reached for it.  Damian put and arm around her right shoulder as she settled
back and pulled her sideways across his lap.  "Don't be giving me any looks
-- you're not in charge here."  He shifted his grip to her right breast.
"Let me know when you're thirsty."  He manipulated the controller and the TV
flicked on.

        "Damian..."

        "Already?"

        "No...  We need to talk..."

        Damian put down the controller and covered her mouth with his left
hand.  "No, we don't.  I'm gonna watch TV and feel titties and you're gonna
be quiet.  If you're not..." he pinched her nostrils shut between his thumb
and forefinger.

        Candace panicked instantly.  Damian let her thrash for all of three
long seconds, then let go of her nose.  "Understand?"  Her mouth opened
behind his hand.  "You can nod..."  Candace stopped, nodded.  "Now get
comfortable."  He uncovered her mouth.  Candace turned her head to look up
at him, grimaced, pulled her feet up onto the couch and shifted her left arm
under her so she could lay her head on his lap.  His cock was half-hard,
pulsing behind her neck...  Sighing, she relaxed and let him maul her right
breast gently.  So much for salvaging things...

        As Lon, Louise and Rick passed the door to the master suite, Jean
was rocking up and down on Toby's penis, working on her third orgasm from
her young lover.  Toby had given her the first one missionary style, then
rolled over to give her a romp in what he knew to be her favorite position.
Jean had ridden him to one orgasm cowgirl style and was closing on a second,
rapidly!  "Ooh!  Ooh, God!  Toby, I think I'm gonna... gonna...  Oh, God!
OH, GOD!!!!"  Jean mashed herself against the root of Toby's cock, getting
the final stimulus she needed from her clitoris to push her over the top.
"God... God..."  She crumpled against him, quivering, then managed to gasp,
"You haven't cum..."

        "I was waiting," Toby grated through clenched teeth.  "Hang on, I'm
about to catch up..."  He grabbed her ass and lifted it a couple of inches
so he could jackhammer into her.  Eight seconds later, he was arched under
her, lifting her, impaling her, his cock thrust deep against her cervix
while he spewed semen straight at the gates of her womb.
"AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!"

        "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"  Her momentary fear that she
was unable to satisfy him alleviated, Jean was all over Toby, showering
kisses on his exhausted form.

        Toby grinned and hugged her to him.  "Are you okay, now?" he asked.

        "Better than okay," she murmured into his neck.

        "And sex with other people?"

        "Fun."

        "Okay."  He rubbed her back while they settled in for a snooze.

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