Jean had her hands on Terence’s hips and Terence was playing with her hair while she licked and sucked at his meat; he wanted to flex his hips and bury it — bad — but he knew better than to burn his bridges…
Damian had two fingers in Beth — and she was trying to get at his cock, but he was poorly positioned for it, being basically behind her. Damian needed to stick his dick in something; when were they gonna stop farting around?
Now, actually — Candace gasped, "Okay, everybody’s acquainted! I don’t want to get a sunburn, so let’s all go inside and get comfy and fuck?"
"Hear, hear!" Rick seconded the motion as Candace got to her feet. Louise picked up on things and reluctantly backed off Lon’s cock; Toby stepped back and pulled his hand away from her smoking crotch to give her room to move.
Jean’s pussy was on fire; Terence’s fingers were almost as big as Hugh’s cock had been, and she was a good distance downrange toward a climax. As for Terence’s penis, well, it seemed to belong in her mouth … But Terence removed his big fingers from her soaking cunny and backed away, taking his cock with him. "We’re movin'," he grunted. Jean looked at him vacantly, not comprehending, so he took her biceps in his hand, tugging. "C’mon Babe." Jean glanced around owlishly as she let Terence lead her from the lounger behind the others.
"Let’s go," Damian waved a hand toward the door to the house — that seemed to be where everyone was headed…
"Yes, Damian," Beth replied in a voice that caused him to take another glance at her — and she followed him meekly as they merged with the group.
"Where we goin'?" Terence grunted, glancing back at his brother, who shrugged.
"They’ve got a rec room in the basement," Rick offered. "Not much furniture, though…" Still, that appeared to be where they were headed as Candace led them through the house to the stair that descended to the basement…
When they got downstairs, several members of the group were surprised; there were pads and pillows here and there, supplementing the couch and other furniture — even a couple of those blow-up mattresses. An exercise mat had been placed on the pool table, and several interesting items had been placed on the top of the mini-bar off to one side… "What do you think?" Candace asked.
Louise glanced around. "Pretty impressive. Do you use this room often?"
"Not for this," Candace replied. "We went shopping yesterday, since it looked like we were going to do a full-fledged party…"
"Nice," Damian approved. "Plenty of places…" Somehow, to fuck didn’t get uttered. It was pushing things, it seemed to Damian.
"Okay," Candace took charge. "Distasteful as it seems, we’re going to need to collect our insurance, at some point — but I’d rather the pictures be genuine, wouldn’t you? So we’ll just get them on the fly…"
"Yeah, okay," Louise sighed.
"Let’s not have that darken the mood, if we can avoid it," Candace prattled on, "Why don’t we take up where we left off? Everybody mingle…"
Damian turned to Terence, "Uh, Bro, if you don’t mind…" he nodded at Jean, who Terence was still leading around gently.
"Oh. Yeah, okay, but don’t wear her out…" Terence let go, and Damian took her hand. "Uh, you don’t mind, do ya?"
"No…" Jean was highly embarrassed; she’d gotten thoroughly carried away upstairs. It seemed like every day this week she’d gotten into something sexual that she’d never before experienced — and every time, it had been rewarding, one way or another. But she was scared — things were moving so fast … One oddity had been Terence; she’d let the big black draw her off the lounger and hold onto her arm all the way downstairs — and had felt more protected than threatened. "I’m kind of a slow starter…" she warned Damian.
"Once you get going, you seem fine…" Damian replied. "I’m not looking for rough stuff."
"Okay," Jean stammered. "Where…" She glanced around for Toby — and found him, watching her. But he said nothing…
Toby watched Jean get flustered. Grimacing, he took the wrist of Louise, who was trying to talk to him, and led her to the vicinity of her younger son and Jean, murmuring, "I need to handle this, okay?"
Louise, having caught on to the source of his attention, went silent and let the slight boy lead her. "Okay."
Damian watched this development with some concern; he could take Toby, any day, but this wasn’t a place to get belligerent. But Toby closed up on Jean and lifted her chin and said, "You need to let go and enjoy this. You were getting into it outside; it won’t hurt anything for you to enjoy yourself…"
"Okay." Jean stared into Toby’s eyes soberly.
Toby turned to Damian. "Jean has a thing about sex and relationships. Right now, I’m her man — but that’s a situation that isn’t healthy for the group, so this is a little forced. She got past it with your brother upstairs, so I’m sure she can — just understand that she, well, thinks too much, sometimes, okay?"
"Sure, Man." Damian shrugged. Dude just told him he was sharing his woman with him — the least Damian could do was to be cool about it. "I noticed something, upstairs…"
"Yeah," Toby flicked a glance at Jean, "she was acting up, at the start, to see what I’d do. Problem is, she thinks she’s doing wrong…"
Louise saw an opening, and piped up, "Hon, I did this for years, with my husband. If your relationship is strong and you’re adult about it and recognize the difference between sex and making love with your partner, it’s not a problem — in fact, it adds spice, and it’s a lot of fun! Toby, here has the right attitude, so you only need to worry about YOU! Don’t get jealous — I’m certainly not going to steal him! — and let go!"
Jean looked hangdog. "I’m working on it."
"Well, if you ever want to talk with someone who’s been around…" Louise offered.
"Thanks." Jean turned to Damian. "Let’s find a spot and see if we can’t enjoy ourselves, okay?"
"Cool." Damian nodded at her, and at Toby and his mother. The good news was that this wasn’t a romantic gig — the idea was to be nice and fuck, not tell her how sweet she was and lead her on about her chances of a relationship with him. That was a load off his mind… "Maybe the couch?" He led her off.
Louise turned to Toby. "She shouldn’t be here."
Toby sighed. "It’s not an option, really, for her not to be. There has already been trouble…"
"Tell me." Louise led him to an area with a mat and dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth, but watching his face, motioning for him to tell the tale.
"When the three of us guys came up with the idea, it was share and share alike," Toby began, hissing a bit in pleasure at Louise’s mouth work. "But when I latched onto Jean things got messed up fairly quickly. She’d — ah! — never had sex outside of a committed relationship. Uuuhhh! I hadn’t, either, and, well, I’m into her probably farther than I should be … Ugh! Uuhh! But it wasn’t fair to Lon. She thinks too much … Ooh … and she tried to stop the whole thing all by herself … Yeah. Oh, yeah … Uh, she grounded Rick, so he and Lon took pictures and blackmailed her into letting up on Rick — ahhh! — and Lon got his … But it was more or less rape…"
Louise’s lips let go of Toby’s cock with a pop. "Fuck me?" she asked, flopping back on the mat.
Despite the distraction of telling the tale, Toby was MORE than ready. He said nothing, merely nodding and kneeling to get under her heavy thighs as she raised her legs and started nosing his cock into her cunt. He pushed it home, and Louise moaned, "Oh, GOD, that’s good!" The pair subsided to grunts and Toby put his hips into gear, sinking his spear of flesh deep into the black woman.