Terence had barely turned from releasing Jean when Candace descended upon him, "I TOLD you I’d be around…"
Terence nodded to himself. This worked… "Where?"
"Let’s make a show," Candace cajoled. "Up on the pool table?"
"Cool." Candace backed to the table and made to crawl up, but Terence put a hand under each armpit and lifted her onto the padded edge. Candace grinned from ear to ear and scrambled backward to give Terence room to follow, then flopped back. A frown swept across her face and she raised her voice, "Beth? Bring me a pillow, will you, Hon?"
Terence stopped and looked mildly irritated; she wasn’t gonna try to run shit, was she? But Candace was rubbing at her clit and pulling a nipple. "Go ahead, she husked. "I’m plenty wet…"
In the background, Beth murmured, "Yes, Mistress," and set about collecting a pillow, leaving Lon and Rick at loose ends. In a moment, though, she’d collected a pillow and was lifting Candace’s head to slide it under as the big black boy started pushing his cock into Candace’s bald pussy.
"Uhhh, yes!" Candace moaned. "Kiss him for me, Beth — give him a good peck…"
Beth leaned forward, thoroughly embarrassed, and offered her lips to Terence — but Lon growled, "Aw, Mama! Play games later, willya! I want Beth over here!"
"So fuck her from behind!" Candace offered. "You can reach it…"
"I WANT a blow job!" Lon insisted. "Besides, you’re fucking up Rick, too!"
"Oh, all right!" Candace relented, with ill grace. "Beth, go service Lon, that’s a good girl…"
"Yes, Mistress." Beth backed away from Terence, who was of two minds in the matter. He didn’t like Candace’s game, particularly, but Beth was nice enough … Yeah, he was gonna fuck her — somehow. A load in the blonde slut, and one in the redhead — hopefully, he could scrounge up some more to dump in her … Then Beth changed up the batting order; she knelt up just beyond the pool table, in full sight of Terence, and proceeded to SWALLOW Lon’s cock!
"Holy SHIT!" Terence’s eyes bulged. She just sucked in Lon’s meat like it was nothing, sticking her nose in his pubic hair…
Lon grinned from ear to ear. "Beth gives the greatest head…"
"Hey, what about ME?" Candace swatted Terence on his side and he kicked himself into gear. "Rick, if you’re bored, would you take some pics of Toby putting the meat to Louise for me, Honey? The camera’s over there…" She nodded at the mini-bar. "Maybe you can get her to give you head, too…"
"Fuck," Rick muttered — but he headed for the mini-bar. Damn Candace and her head games! The camera collected, he approached Louise and Toby tentatively.
But Louise was ready for him! "Take … good ones…" she panted around the impacts of Toby’s strokes, "I … might want … copies! Oh, Baby! Jeezus!" Toby was taking no prisoners — and she liked it that way. In fact, she was encouraging him at every turn! In her head swam this picture of her presenting the evidence of this romp to Fred on some future occasion — something he wouldn’t like one little bit!
The idea, unworkable as it was, had Louise going because of the picture in her mind’s eye of Fred’s face when (if) he ever saw those pictures. In the first place, there was the racial aspect — all of their play had been within the race — well, okay, there had been a few white women — maybe more than a few — but the men had all been black. Second — and doubly important because of his race — Toby was visibly bigger that Fred in the meat department — which, taken with his unprepossessing appearance, would set Fred on his ass! He would shit a brick! "Get me … when I cum…" she panted. "You’ll know … when…"
Terence decided that Candace was paying too much attention to bullshit, and it was time to do something about it! He repositioned himself to get higher over her and, taking the pounding slaps of Toby’s efforts as an example, started power-stroking the blonde bitch!
"Easy, Terence! Fuck!" was Candace’s initial reaction, but when Terence throttled back, scowling, her pussy told her that she’d fucked up. "Never mind, Honey — I was wrong! You go ahead and go to town!" Grinning tightly, Terence deployed a long stroke with a hip snap at the end that smashed them together and Candace started clutching at his thick arms, grunting and straining.
Yeah, THAT’s more like it! Terence grinned to himself, I got her fuckin attention NOW… '
Jean couldn’t see Toby and Louise — and she couldn’t decide whether that was bad or good. She could certainly HEAR a few things, and people were getting into sex seriously — THAT was obvious! Over the end of the couch, she could see Terence driving into Candace like a metronome, and the fiercely intent expressions crossing Lon’s face as Beth deep-throated his cock — but Damian demanded her attention by virtue of the two fingers he had working in her vagina and the thumb mashing and abusing her clitoris! The images of the others acquired a haze as arousal took Jean; she had both hands on Damian’s cock, working it, feeling it. She could smell his arousal and her own; jacking back his foreskin, she collected a mix of pre-cum and musk as her lips rolled over the tip and wrapped around the base of his glans when she hunched herself to take him in.
"Oh, that’s it, Baby," he grunted softly. "You gotta sweet mouth — and an even sweeter pussy! I’m gonna be real good to you…"
Jean toppled over the edge, surrendering to the demands of her body, "Okay," she husked. "NOW! I want it!" She threw herself back on the couch and splayed her legs, throwing one over the couch back.
Damian wedged a knee against the back of the couch under her thigh and took her other leg on the inside of his elbow, then started rubbing his swollen glans in the pink, weeping channel between Jean’s legs. Jean reached down, grasping his shaft, and positioned him at her vaginal opening, making it clear that she no longer wanted foreplay — so Damian started working his cock into the narrow woman short stroke by short stroke. Jean clutched Damian’s shoulders; he could read when it was pleasurable and when he needed to stop from the nature of her grip and tuned his efforts to her ability to accept them. She wasn’t holding him off — every stroke, she granted him more territory. There was no question in her mind that Damian would fit — but he was a bit thicker than Toby, which presented a challenge. It was SO good, though, and the black boy was being so considerate … She urged him to further effort with her clutching hands; it was time to just do it…
"Oh, BABY! Fuck, Baby, FUCK! OH! FUCK! MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Terence, grinning tightly, glanced down at the floor on his right. Mama had her legs wrapped around little Toby’s ass and was hunching to beat the band, her eyes rolled up in her head so only the whites showed! Mama had never been quiet at sex, but Terence hadn’t heard her cut loose like that in a LOOONG time — and of course, he’d never SEEN her! There was a flash, and then another; Rick stepped back, lowering the camera and glanced up at Terence, but Terence merely grinned at him, grunting, "Mama got one there…"
"Shit, I guess!" Rick grinned back. "Superdick has conquered another pussy…"
"Oh, fuck!" Louise huffed, "Oh, Baby!" Glancing blearily up at Rick, she asked, "Did you get pictures?"
"Uh huh."
"Oh, good!" Louise babbled, "Maybe later … we can … get a picture … of both of you…"
"Sure, maybe…" Rick scratched his head — what was with her, suddenly?
"I could … suck you … but I’m … kinda … distracted…" Louise’s eyes were getting glassy. "Oh, Baby! Shit! Pound me!"
"I’ll wait," Rick chuckled.
"Rick?" came a familiar voice from around the table. "Please?"