"Hi." Toby nodded.
"So now what?" Terence asked.
"We wait, I guess," Lon replied. "The women are up to something or another; they’ll call us for lunch. You brought suits? Let’s swim, then…" Damian and Terence peeled off the outer layers and got down to swim trunks and the five of them hit the pool.
Damian homed in on Rick. "So what’s Toby’s story?"
Rick grinned. "You’d be surprised. He’s not much at school — well, except as a brain, I guess. But he’s a good guy, and, well, you’ll be surprised — none of the girls give him any crap. Just keep an eye out once things get started — you’ll see what I mean."
Damian eyed Toby as he put on his swim goggles, "So, like dynamite in small packages?"
Rick snorted laughter. "Toby’s got a pretty big package, actually…"
Damian flicked Rick a look that said, No shit? Rick nodded wisely. Damian murmured, "You know how Terence is, Man. I’m gonna need to say something…" Rick nodded and waved, and Damian waded over to his brother, who was fumbling through a conversation with the swim team guy. "Big Bro? Can we talk for a sec?"
"Awright." Terence nodded to Lon and let Damian draw him away a few feet. "What is it? It probably ain’t good, us keepin' to ourselves…"
"Been talkin' to Rick," Damian replied. "Don’t crap on the little guy. Apparently, there is a lot more to him that you’re seein'."
Terence frowned, eyeing Toby. "Like what?"
"Dunno, exactly. Rick says the women don’t give him any shit. And that he’s carrying serious meat…"
"You’re shittin' me, right?"
"I don’t think so. Rick don’t usually run bullshit for a rap…"
"Awright." Terence continued to eye Toby. "I’ll be cool." He turned and headed back toward Lon. There wasn’t no way that the little dude was packing serious meat, but if Little Bro wanted him to give the little guy a break, no problem… "So what do you think of this shit?" he asked Lon.
"Well, it’s hairy," Lon replied, honestly. "We weren’t planning on taking on new members. Everybody’s kind of freaking, you know?"
"Yeh, I get that. Mama says we’re probably gonna see her fuck somebody today — and THAT would be new…"
"It’s a little freaky the first time," Lon admitted. "I don’t know if I’ve actually gotten used to it. We haven’t been at this long…"
"How did it happen?" Terence asked. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out how you got to fuck somebody’s mother…
"Well, it was my idea — Mama kept dating younger and younger stuff, and I was, you know, beating my meat…" Lon explained. Terence grunted, more in surprise than agreement. "But Toby made it work; Rick’s mama came out to fuck with our heads and Toby just rolled right over her. After that, our mamas sat up and took notice and the games were on for real…"
"Huh!" Terence grunted. "Toby?" He eyed the little guy again.
"Yeah. Toby. Doesn’t look like much, does he?" Lon murmured. "He’s all brain and dick…"
"Huh!" For the second time in ten minutes, somebody was telling Terence that the little guy was somebody you didn’t shit on. Either they were just covering the little shit, or something was up… "Fuckin' weird…"
"Yeah, well, he’s a handy guy to have around — kept ME out of summer school!" Lon laughed.
Inside, Beth was introducing Louise. "Louise, this is Candace — and this is Jean…" Candace approached warily and shook hands. Louise was good-sized; tall, a little horse-faced — not thick-featured, but more the thin-faced aristocratic type — long limbed, but carrying a little padding, not tremendously busty, somewhere between herself and Beth, but somewhat saggy-looking. She was somewhat pear-shaped; there was an ass back there, and heavy thighs poking out of her shorts, but the calves were thin.
Louise saw a bleach-blond bimbo type — except the expression said she was smarter than that. Nice display of, well, just about everything in a yellow bikini under a beach wrap. The boys were gonna drool over this one.
"Hi." Jean sidled up on Candace’s left and took Louise’s hand. Louise saw a really thin, freckled, blushing woman who was obviously a real redhead. Not much on top — just points, apparently, under the tank top — ass cheeks not much bigger than softballs, coming out of the shorts she was wearing … Add Beth and there was quite a variety…
"So I spoke to you?" Louise addressed Candace.
"Yes. I’m the bossy one — but she argues all the time and, well, just about everybody has input," Candace replied. "There were a bunch of us on this end of the phone on Wednesday."
"So, what’s on the agenda?" Louise asked.
"Things are pretty tentative," Candace replied. "We’ll all try to get comfortable over lunch, then go where things lead us." She eyed Louise closely. "You’ve done this kind of thing before?"
"Yes."
"How prepared are you?"
"Sorry?"
"Well, there are three of us, and two boys to whom we represent new meat — but there is one of you, and three boys … We all prepared for, uh, everything, you know? Even anally…"
"Oh!" Louise’s eyes popped. "I didn’t think of that…"
"Is it an issue?" Candace asked.
"Noooo…" If these three were prepared for anal sex, there was no way that she, as the new member, was going to escape… "I’ve done that. It’s been a while, but I’ve been in anything goes groups … I should have thought about that … Somehow, I didn’t think you’d gone that far."
"Most of us have," Candace replied, leaving out the list of who hadn’t. "As I said, since you’re going to draw more attention, it’s probably smart. I’ve got some pre-packaged stuff…"
"Lead on…" As a nurse, Louise was THOROUGHLY familiar with enemas, even if she wasn’t in the habit of administering one to herself…
Candace turned toward the bathroom, waving for Louise to follow, "Jean and I did each other, but Beth did herself. There are a couple on the counter…" The other two had fallen in behind and Louise wondered momentarily if they were planning something in the way of an initiation, but Candace blithely continued, "You’re a big girl — I’m sure can do it yourself. Ask for help if you think you need it…"
Louise found herself standing in the bathroom door, looking at two bottled Fleet enemas and trying to decide whether she wanted to go it alone or suffer the embarrassment of an assist. 'Hell, they’re gonna see me, anyway… ' "Beth, could you give me a hand? It’s doable solo, but probably easier with help…"
"Sure…" Beth followed her into the bathroom.
Louise shucked out of her shorts and bikini bottoms. "You really did this?" But a glance at the trash can revealed four empty disposables…
Beth nodded. "I used the bag and hose. Two quarts. But I’m a masochist…"
Louise eyed her. "You are, aren’t you?"
"Yes … Why don’t you bend over the tub?" Beth requested. Louise complied, feeling a bit silly. Beth didn’t lube the nozzle; it wasn’t THAT difficult to insert. Louise suffered the invasion, then felt the cool liquid drain into her bowel. "Both at once? Or one at a time?" Beth asked.
Louise considered the matter judiciously. "There are only two — better do them separately."
"Good idea," Beth agreed. "It’s in…" She extracted the tip and tossed it in the trash. "Better wait a few…"
"Yes…" Louise agreed. "I have some questions; since we have the time, maybe now is when they should be answered…"
"Like that?" Beth asked, referring to Louise’s position.
"Might as well…" Louise replied. "I’m sure Candace and Jean passed the time similarly … Pop open the door…"