Toby didn’t have that problem; he could circle the table in order to pretend to engage Lon in conversation. Lon glanced up at him and grinned as Toby settled himself into position, very carefully NOT looking at the women yet. Pitching his voice to carry the few feet to the grill, Lon asked, "Do you two need anything?"
Both women turned a bit — Jean turned just a touch, and Beth turned to face Lon directly. "Not quite yet," Beth replied, "Why, are you that hungry already?"
The move had exactly the effect Lon and Toby were looking for; Lon took in Beth’s considerable cleavage, and Toby had a dead-on shot at Jean’s miniscule top and an excuse to look. Toby, in particular, was hard-pressed to maintain his composure; if he hadn’t been warned, he’d have probably made a total fool of himself! Jean’s top was a couple of postage stamps and string; the shape of her little conical breasts was fully exposed. Toby got a good look, painting them with a laser-like glance that ensured that he could model them in 3-D, then returned his attention (apparently) to the table.
Jean caught him about halfway through the scan, got instantly anxious, and looked away. What did he think of her? Probably that she was a total slut … What had she been thinking, anyway?
Lon carried his half of the conversation, pretending NOT to be trying to penetrate the inner depths between Beth’s heavy breasts. "Just thought you might need some help. C’mon, Toby, let’s go suck up some sun…" He turned and stepped off toward the loungers.
"Oh … My … God!" Toby hissed under his breath when the women were out of earshot.
"Pretty sweet, huh? Any question in your mind about whether she wants you or not?" Lon chuckled. "Beth jumped out there with that rig of hers, too, didn’t she?"
"Yeah, they’re pushing it," Toby agreed. "What about Candace?"
"Well, Rick hasn’t come out yet," Lon grinned.
But Rick and Candace both appeared a moment later, and things settled down for a while.
Chapter 4
Posted: February 04, 2009 - 08:12:53 pm
Candace initiated the next round, more or less inadvertently. The barbeque luncheon went more or less normally; nobody could figure out how to make eating sexy — although Jean, in particular, felt that she’d been devoured at least twice — once by Toby and once by Lon!
Beth put it out there a couple of times, deliberately putting herself in positions that gave the boys a drop shot into her sizeable cleavage — but she was too chicken to observe the results. If she had, though, she’d have been embarrassed, but gratified; both Lon and Rick ogled openly, and although Toby held himself aloof, he collected a few images.
After lunch, there was a period of quiet while the males primarily digested and the females primarily got control of the mess. There was some crossing of the lines — Lon and Rick, in particular, did a bit of heavy lifting — but that was short-lived. Toby was useless due to total distraction, and Jean was almost as badly rattled by his regard. "Maybe I should change," she whispered to Candace.
"Don’t," Candace advised. "In the first place, it’s too late — and in the second, you’d be giving ground. We can’t push this thing down their throats if we get chicken — and that goes DOUBLE for YOU! YOU need to take whatever Toby dishes out, and be apparently ready for more…"
"What if he tries to kiss me — or mauls my breasts…"
"Token resistance, more from surprise than anything else," Candace instructed. "The only way to get control of this is to let them run until their consciences stop them! If you try to pinch it off, they’ll just think they slipped up due to poor technique. And if that happens, they’ll just regroup and go at it again. And they’ll get more and more determined…"
"Okay, okay…" Jean sighed. "What if Toby’s conscience doesn’t stop him?"
"Hon, he’ll take no for an answer — in the extremity. He’s a good boy; he won’t rape you. But you need to give him EVERY OPPORTUNITY to stop himself if you don’t want to have this fight every time he visits Rick…"
"All right…" Jean murmured feebly and moved off.
Beth sidled up. "What was THAT all about?"
"Look, do I have to bullshit YOU, too?" Candace groused. "Why do YOU think we’re here?"
"Ummm, to see if the boys are serious about having sex with us?" Beth answered tentatively.
"And if they are? What’s your take on our reaction?" Candace prompted.
"I’m, uh…" Beth couldn’t get it out.
Candace assumed a look of disgust. "I just had to prop Jean up again with a fairy story about how we’re trying to get the boys to think with their big heads instead of their little heads. Now, what’s your plan if — as expected — they continue to think with their little heads?"
"I’m gonna let them," Beth husked.
"That’s my girl!" Candace chuckled approvingly. "And how do we do that?"
"Ummm…"
"You let them get away with things, Hon. Nothing bolsters a boy’s ego like success … Jean is seriously in the chicken zone, so I’ve got her thinking that she has to roll over to give them enough rope to hang themselves, but that’s bullshit designed to keep her rationalizing until she’s too hot to stop. YOU, on the other hand, KNOW what is going on here; all you have to do is let the boys — Lon, primarily, in your case — have a free hand…"
"Whew!" Beth sighed. "I was afraid that I was going to have to do something complicated!"
"Uh uh," Candace advised. "For you, tactics can be summed up in three words — DON’T CHICKEN OUT! Lon will undoubtedly handle everything else…"
After cleanup, it was pool time; the boys jumped in for some disorganized grab-ass while the women settled themselves in a loose cluster at about neck-deep to relax and gab. Lon, Rick, and Toby were doing this dunk-tag thing, using the women as an obstacle to hide behind, when Candace turned the game into grab ass for real by the simple expedient of goosing Lon as he went by…
"YIIII!!! Hey!" Lon shrieked, leaping about a foot. Everybody laughed — but Lon, cannily seeing the opportunity for what it was, grinned and disappeared beneath the surface…
"EEEEEK!" Beth leaped a foot and tried to run, flopping forward into the water when the big hand that had not only goosed her but got a grip on her entire crotch impeded forward motion of her pubic mound and she overbalanced. In a moment, she was up, sputtering and spitting water and trying to dog paddle — but Lon STILL had a firm grip on the gusset of her bikini bottoms!
"Gotcha!" Lon grinned.
"Lon!" Beth struggled upright, but Lon STILL had a hand in her crotch! Normal procedure dictated that she should shriek in outrage and make a scene extricating herself — but that would expose his grip… "You scared the pants off of me!" she accused, bringing herself to a more vertical position.
Lon just stood there, using her buoyancy to hold her, his arm rigid beneath the water. Upon hearing Beth’s comment, he replied, "Oh? Should I be looking for them?" and made a production of peering into the depths, grinning, while massaging Beth’s nether lips with his hand.
Toby had seen enough; grinning, he took a breath and disappeared beneath the surface. He was wearing prescription goggles to minimize the limitation of his poor eyesight, so he had an excellent view of Ma basically sitting on Lon’s hand as he shot by. Circling, he bored in upon his prey…