"No problem, Baby — just let me know…" Louise’s voice trailed off — was this it? God knew they had all those pictures — they could easily blackmail her into going away … A glance around improved her confidence, however; Damian had Candace on her knees, licking his balls, which said something for how THEIR fuck went — and Terence was steadily plowing Beth — in the ass? No, it looked like Carter stock was doing well, here…
Louise hadn’t paid a lot of attention to what anyone else was doing once she and Rick were seriously into it — distractions cut into your pleasure. As a result, she wasn’t sure just what she was seeing or how everyone got where they were. There was a smack; Terence had popped Beth on the ass. Thinking about it, Louise realized that it wasn’t the first time… "Whatcha doing to her, Boy?" Louise asked.
"Keepin' her tight," Terence rumbled, without turning around. "It’s okay…" Terence was pretty distracted; he was getting close to busting a nut. Lon, eyeing Louise over Terence’s shoulder nodded and winked. Terence asked Beth, "Can I shoot in there?"
Beth stopped nursing Lon’s cock long enough to reply thickly, "Uh huh," then continued, "Sweetie? When you’re done could you reach down and rub my clit a little? I wanna cum real bad…" She was close; Terence’s balls had been banging her clit on every stroke, sending little flashes — and now she had a cock in her mouth and smelly pubes under her nose…
Candace drew back and opened her mouth — and Damian stuck two fingers in it. "Suck," he forestalled her. "Beth gets to cum, too." Candace sucked. Louise watched this byplay wide-eyed.
Terence hit the ragged edge; his legs started jumping and he started power-stroking Beth’s ass as the fight to maintain made his surroundings hazy and the pleasure went off the scale. "JEEEZUS!!!" he erupted, and a gob of cum that felt like it was the size of a tennis ball blasted out of his cock and into Beth’s colon.
Beth suddenly didn’t need any help cumming; Terence’s final burst of activity pushed her over the edge, "EEEEEEEEEE!!!! UH! UH! UH!" She rode his remaining strokes as her orgasm flashed through her.
Terence stood there, pressed in deep while his cock went from fire hose to trickling inside her, enjoying the pulsing clasp of her rectum. When it was over, he reached around to diddle her clit, but Beth gasped, "It’s okay, I came, too!" He stopped and started backing up, extracting his cock from her ass.
"Gotta go, Lonnie!" Beth gasped, raising herself up and pushing back to follow Terence. Lon blinked; he didn’t get it — but it all became clear in a moment. Terence was standing there, trying to decide what he was going to do with a dick that had just been pounding an ass and was undoubtedly at least mildly shitty when Beth knelt before him and answered the question by engulfing it in her mouth!
"Jeez!" Terence grimaced. "You don’t hafta do THAT!"
Beth backed off but held his balls as she replied, "Yes, I do — don’t I, Mistress?"
Damian pulled his fingers from Candace’s mouth. Candace eyed him for a second; when it became apparent that he wasn’t going to interfere, she said, "Yes, you do, Hon. Do a good job — I want his dick all sweet-smelling when you’re finished. Who knows? Maybe someone else will want to suck it."
Beth went back to work. There really wasn’t anything there; she’d flooded herself twice before the party started — a quart each time. But she went about it thoroughly, anyway, sucking the kinky hair around the root of his cock and laving his balls with her tongue. Everybody just kind of hung out, watching, for the three minutes it took her to be satisfied.
Louise eyed Rick sidelong. "I don’t do that — at least, not after it’s been in my ass." Rick shrugged. "I DO, do it after it’s been in my pussy, though. Bring it around here…" Rick grinned and made to crawl around the table, but Louise sat up and said, "Let’s go to the floor…" In a moment, she was knelt up on a pad, cleaning their mixed juices from Rick’s half-hard cock.
Beth settled back and Terence gave her a hand up, then led her around the couch to sit down. "I don’t know how you could do that," he grunted.
Beth looked up at Lon. "Lonnie…"
"I’m done." Lon waved her off and plopped on her left. Jean had worn him out, and Beth had finished cleaning him before she and Terence finished up; now, he was vaguely sore…
Beth turned her attention to Terence. "I was clean, Sweetie — I cleaned myself out before we got started. There really wasn’t any mess…"
Terence blinked. "You did? How?"
"Have you ever heard of an enema?" Beth asked.
"Well, yeah, but…"
"But what, Sweetie?"
"I dunno what it is…" Terence shrugged.
"Basically, you flush yourself out with something," Beth explained. "It can be just water, or it can be an oil or a detergent … You have to be a little careful, and it’s not always pleasant…"
"Flush yourself out?"
"Ummm, yeah. There are a couple of ways…" Beth glanced around. "There are pre-bottled solutions, bulb syringes, and enema bags … Basically, you stick a hose or nozzle in your, uh, ass…"
Terence’s eyes popped. "No shit?" Then he covered his mouth. "Oops!"
Beth giggled. "Yeah — you’re kind of running things backwards. You push some fluid in the back way and it loosens things up — then you go to the bathroom and expel it…"
Terence grimaced. "And this, uh hurts?"
"It gives you stomach cramps, usually," Beth nodded. "How bad is probably dependent on what you use, and how much, and what temperature it is, and how long you hold it in…"
"Sounds crazy," Terence grunted. "I bet Mama doesn’t do it…"
"You’d lose money, Boy," his mother’s voice sounded behind him. "I did it — twice — upstairs in the bathroom. And Candace and Jean did it, too."
"I’ll be damned. Why?" Terence asked.
"We weren’t sure where this was all going," Candace supplied. Damian had let her up and she was standing over at the mini-bar, getting a drink. "Your mother, in particular, had three guys to see — we figured she should be prepared for anything…"
"Sounds like a lot of trouble," Terence opined.
"It’s a pain," Candace agreed. "But it avoids a mess…"
"Do you do it all the time?" asked Damian.
"No," Candace replied. "I don’t do it, normally. I don’t think Jean does…"
"I don’t," Louise interjected, "unless it seems to make sense."
"I do, when it seems like a good idea," Beth answered slowly. "I hadn’t for a long time, but I did it the other day, and I did it today. And I needed to both times."
"Speaking of Jean…" Louise murmured.
"She was fine when I left her," Lon replied. "We had a talk and she settled down. Toby’s probably got her riding him right now…"
"Did she do anything for you?" Candace asked.
"Oh, yeah!" Lon rolled his eyes. "Damn near broke me in half!"
Candace pursed her lips and nodded approval. "While we’re waiting for them, want to watch a little TV? I’ve got some porn flicks if anybody feels like further stimulation…"
"Just TV, I think," Louise proposed. "I’ve been out of action a while — I’m gonna need to recover. Say, is there a way we can see those pictures you all took on a screen bigger than a postage stamp?"
"My computer…" Lon offered.
"Where is it?"
"My room. Toby and Jean are in Mama’s…" Lon grinned at Candace, half apologetically. Louise got up and followed Lon toward the stair. Rick followed Louise.
"Don’t lose them!" Candace called out, "or we’ll have to make more!"