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.