Damian nodded. Earlier, Toby hadn’t seemed like much; now, perfectly calm, he was obviously in control of the situation they were discussing. Around guys, Toby wasn’t impressive — but he was obviously VERY confident where women were concerned… "What about Jean?"
The question was asked of Toby, but Rick was the one who answered, chuckling. "Mom has the hots for Toby — he doesn’t own her, maybe, but she wishes he did…" Toby eyed Rick looking disgusted. "Well, it’s true!" Rick responded defensively, adding, "We had problems for a while, because Mom didn’t want to fuck Lon — she only wants to fuck Toby." Turning to Toby, he asked, "Is that shit over, Man?"
"It better be," Toby replied calmly, "I told her she wasn’t getting any more until she spreads it around…"
Damian eyed the little guy with the glasses with new respect. When he talked about having a woman twice his age chasing him shamelessly, the guy was totally matter-of-fact…
"So," Terence asked Lon, "Who’s the better fuck?"
Lon snickered. "You’d be surprised, Man. I can’t fuck Mama, so I can only talk about Jean and Beth — but from my experience, Beth’s got it, hands down. Rick’s had Mama, and I think he agrees."
"What about Toby?" Terence asked.
"Toby’s only had Mama and Jean — he’s on a different playbook. We don’t do our own…" Lon eyed Terence, asking the question with his expression.
"We don’t, either," Terence answered. "Shit, this is the first time fucking and Mama have even come up in the same sentence…"
"So it’s all new?" Lon asked. Terence nodded. "Well, don’t feel pregnant or anything — we haven’t been at it long. A little over a week ago, I was a virgin — and that goes for ALL the guys!"
"No shit?" Terence asked. "I got one…"
"I heard you knocked her up on the first pass," Lon chuckled admiringly.
"Yeh," Terence nodded. "I was in deep shit for a while."
"And Damian? Are the rumors true?" Lon asked.
"Yeh. Dumbass opened his mouth and pissed off three chicks at the same time. Bitches got him basically blackballed — pussy won’t go near him. He told every one of 'em that they was the only one…" he snorted.
Lon chuckled, too. "Hell hath no fury…"
"Yeah, no shit."
"So, tell me…" Louise asked.
"Who’s best?" Candace grinned. "Toby. Rick’s no slouch, but…"
Louise shifted her attention to Jean, who blushed furiously, "Toby."
"Jean has to be threatened with a baseball bat to get her to look elsewhere…" Candace murmured dryly.
Louise turned to Beth, arching her eyebrow. "Lon," Beth replied. "Rick is nice, and he lasts a while, but I really like Lon. Of course, I haven’t HAD Toby…"
Louise turned her attention to the small guy with the eyeglasses. "What about size?" she asked.
"Toby." It was unanimous.
"No shit?" Louise asked, surprised.
"Not even close," Candace replied, measuring out a surprising length between her hands. "None of them has anything to be ashamed of, but Toby’s all cock…"
"Really…" Louise mused. "You girls make Rick sound … limited…"
"That wouldn’t be fair," Candace replied. "He’s carrying over six inches, and he uses it VERY well! But Toby’s carrying over eight — maybe nine!"
"No way!" Louise turned wondering eyes on the small boy.
"Way!" Jean replied. "He’s twice as big as Hugh…"
"Hugh?"
"Her dead husband," Candace filled in. "Beth and I are divorced; Jean is a widow."
Louise nodded. "I’m neither, yet, but divorce looms. The old man HAS to be getting it elsewhere … We’re just living under the same roof for convenience’s sake, at this point…"
"Well, we’re going to need to catch him, then," Candace replied. "Can’t have him going nuts on us."
Louise merely nodded. "So how do you suggest that I handle things?" she asked, eyeing the boys.
"Let them shake it out," Candace advised. "You can limit things however you like — we’re consensual." She flicked a glance at Jean. "What about us?"
"I imagine that you two will get the boys first," Louise replied. "The boys embarrassed the shit out of me over how they treated Beth."
Candace shrugged, eyeing the boys. "They’re boys — they’re going to go for looks. Beth is an acquired taste; she’ll catch up." The boys had just about polished off all of the sandwiches… "It’ll be time to get this show on the road, soon…" She took another bite of salad.
"How do you kick things off?" Louise asked.
"Well, we don’t have any traditions, I don’t think…" Jean offered. "Maybe we should just all go to the rec room and, you know, pull off our clothes…" She went pink.
But Candace was thinking about it… "Actually, we DO have a tradition or two for pool activities … Are you all done eating?" She swept her eyes around the group and got nods. "They’re done — if we don’t distract them, they’ll start eating the furniture…" This brought chuckles, and at least one "Growing boys…" "Okay, follow my lead," she murmured, standing up. "Boys, I’m going to need a chair — and I’m going to need oiling!" She headed toward the loungers.
Chapter 27
Posted: February 28, 2009 - 08:34:02 pm
Damian and Terence were totally lost, of course, but the others got it — and Lon assumed a leadership role. Whistling, he gathered the others off near the pool edge while Candace sauntered toward the lounge chairs, the other women following slowly. "Okay, that’s the game, then," he announced. For Damian and Terence’s benefit, he clarified, "The excuse is suntan oil, but what this really is, is an opportunity to feel up the woman or women of your choice. Basically, nothing is off-limits — unless someone decides it is, and with Mama running things, that will get frowned on." He thought a moment. "Two on one is okay; you guys probably realize that we only have one new woman to play with, while you have three," he added, picking out the Carter brothers. "Ummm, doing your own mother is frowned on — one of the basics of the group is no incest — but you can watch, if you like…"
"Why did you say that?" Rick queried.
"Well, YOUR mother basically MADE you, the other day…"
"Oh," Rick grunted, adding, "I don’t recommend it…"
"Let’s all move around," Lon suggested. "The only limitation is no rubbing your own Mama…" This got general nods. "Let’s not leave anyone out, either," he added. "That’s not nice." More nods. He clapped his hands, "Break!" and the boys split up.
Candace, who was standing beside a lounger and starting to get bored, opened her mouth — and closed it. The boys had obviously come up with some plan … Instead, she undid her bikini top and bent to step out of her bottoms, flicking a glance at the other women, all of whom had arrayed themselves near loungers, for compliance.
Louise, one lounger down, shrugged, and reached for her top’s clasps, thinking, 'Yeah, this will work… ' Jean stopped and looked flustered for a second before pulling ties, but Beth just started peeling.
The boys had a plan, but no assigned targets; they started milling around. "Spread yourselves," Lon murmured, "a bit here, a bit there … I’ll start Beth."
"I got the little one," Damian grunted, orienting on Jean. That more or less set Terence’s target for him; he headed for Candace.
Toby eyed Rick. "You take the top — I’ll take the bottom. Then we can switch off…" Rick nodded; Louise was handled.