"Okay," Rick sighed. "The who is the big part, I guess. The guys in the group are me and Lon and our friend Toby and the Carter brothers — Terence and Damian."
"Terence Carter … Football guy? Black?" Teela raised an eyebrow.
"That’s him. His brother is smaller, better looking, and a smooth talker," Rick added.
"Okay…" Teela was pretty surprised that the group had black members. "That’s interesting, but not complicated…"
"No, you’re right," Rick agreed. "The complications come from the women. There is Candace and Beth, who are both divorced, and Louise, who is married, but on the way out — and Jean, who is a widow…" Rick paused; Teela waved him on, impatiently. Gathering himself, he continued, "The relationships are the big issue. I’m having sex with Candace, Beth, and Louise, and Lon is having sex with Beth, Louise and Jean…"
"Rick, quit dancing around and get it out!" Teela pressed.
"Okay. The reason we’re doing different groups is pretty simple, actually. You see, Candace is Lon’s mom, and Beth is Toby’s, and Louise is Terence and Damian’s — and Jean is Mom…" Rick trailed off.
"You’re fucking Lon’s mother?" Teela exploded.
Rick nodded. "And he’s doing Mom — although it isn’t often, because she has a thing for Toby…"
"And the football guy… ?"
"Yes, both ways," Rick admitted. "I’ve had Louise, and he’s had Mom." He thought about it. "Or, at least, Damian has." Thinking a bit, he added, "From the sound of things, he’s going to get her today…"
"Wow! No wonder you’re nervous! Fucking your own mothers…"
"Whoa! I thought I made that clear!" Rick corrected. "We DON’T do our OWN mothers! Just each other’s! That’s kind of a group rule…"
"Oh! Okay! Still…"
"Yeah," Rick agreed. "Anyone who stumbles onto the situation will ASSUME we’re crossing THAT line — and it is impossible to prove that we’re not … Mom figures a prosecutor would have a field day and everybody would go to jail, just because some people have extremely dirty minds…"
"Okay," Teela mused, "THAT’s complicated. I agree with you. Not to sound prejudiced or anything, but I don’t understand the Carters…"
"Louise Carter is a smart cookie who used to be a swinger. Beth — Toby’s mom — somehow let enough slip that she figured everything out. And we got stuck with them." He mused for a moment. "Thus far, it hasn’t really been a problem…"
"Well, THAT’s good, I guess…" Teela mused. "So now what?"
Rick shrugged. "I don’t know. The next piece is up to you. You can take it or leave it, I guess. I’m not sure I can just bail, because that’s gonna make everybody nervous. You certainly don’t have to get mixed up in it, though…"
"Yes I do," Teela retorted. "I already told you — you’re not giving up any without me being there!"
Rick grinned, "That’s right! Well, it’ll probably be a learning experience…"
"Yeah!" Teela giggled. "Are they gonna take that lying down, you think?"
"Beth will. Louise probably will. Candace … She can be bossy…"
"She gets no dick, then," Teela insisted. "Speaking of which — is that thing dead? Here I am, sitting here naked, and it’s all shrunken … It’s kind of discouraging…"
"That?" Rick glanced down. "Not to mention embarrassing. But we’ve been talking serious shit, and I was worried that you’d…"
"Get pissed?" Teela guessed. "Want to leave? Give up on only the best thing that’s ever happened to me?" She shook her head. "You’ve definitely made life interesting — maybe in the Chinese way — but no way…"
"Chinese?"
"It’s a Chinese curse — May you live in interesting times. It’s their way of saying May trouble follow you all of your days," Teela amplified. "Back to this," she added, pointing at Rick’s cock. "Is it dead?"
"Merely sleeping," Rick grinned. "I bet if you give it some attention, it’ll pop up…"
"What kind of attention?"
Rick shrugged. "Just about anything, I bet. It likes you." He could already feel the appendage under discussion start to change states. "Why don’t you check it out while it’s like that? It won’t be, often, around you…"
Teela reached out and began fondling his already swelling cock. "Wow! Way cool!"
Teela wasn’t the only one getting her first exposure to a real cock; in the Carpenter’s rec room, Sally was examining Lon’s with big eyes. "Wow!" She’d sat up, allowing Lon to stand and drop his trunks, easing them over the boner eating her out had given him. Now she was face to face with the thing… "That’s really big!" 'Bigger than my hairbrush handle… ' she added to herself. "Can I touch it?"
"Well, yeah…" Lon’s primary concern at this point was that he was going to get blue balls and no relief…
Sally reached out gingerly. "What’s this?" she asked, running her finger along the ridge Lon’s glans made under his foreskin.
"It’s, ummm, part of the head. I’ve got a foreskin, and it’s covering some stuff. Why don’t you, like, take a grip and skin it back?"
"Like this?" she asked, taking him in hand and retracting the covering. "Oh!" Eyes huge, she examined the exposed purple tip of Lon’s cock. Her other hand came up to caress it and her fingers came back slick with pre-cum. She rubbed her thumb across her fingers, identifying the fluid as a lubricant. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she sniffed delicately. "Interesting…"
Relieved, Lon chuckled, "I figured you’d just say Ewww!"
"Nooo…" Actually, she found the musk exciting! She stuck her tongue out and tasted the fluid; it was odd, but not disgusting. It was a given that girls sucked cocks — heck, some guys sucked cocks — so obviously this stuff wouldn’t kill you … She slid his foreskin back and forth. "How does that feel?"
"Nice," Lon replied. "That’s jacking off, basically … More fun since I’m not the one doing it."
Sally locked eyes with him. "How about this?" She extended her tongue to lick the tip, still jacking.
Lon’s breathing got ragged. "I’m gonna want to…"
"Cum?" Sally finished for him. "I want you to."
"Are you sure?"
"Certain." Placid green eyes locked on his. "Tell me what to do."
Sally’s big decision was made. She’d almost screwed up the best thing to ever happen to her by listening to everyone’s worries about Lon and his motives. Everything Lon had said and done since they had come together had indicated that he was thoughtful, respectful, trustworthy, and totally serious about his interest in her — and she had almost blown the whole thing by making him go to ridiculous lengths to prove himself! Now, as far as Sally was concerned, the shoe was on the other foot; she had some SERIOUS catching up to do! Whatever Lon wanted, he was gonna get — PERIOD!
"Suck it in," Lon croaked. "Just the tip is fine — it’s real sensitive behind that lip … No teeth. Ahhh. Yeah, like that. The underside is — oh, yeah — sensitive … A little more, maybe … Yeah, that’s it. Now back off and then take it back in again…" It was Heaven and Hell; Lon stood clenching his fists from the sensations and the urge to control things. "Girls … don’t usually … understand … We want to … fuck … your mouth…"
Sally backed off and husked, "Do it. Do whatever you want."
"I … can’t…"
Her eyes bored into his, "Yes, you can." She grabbed his wrists and brought his hands to her head. "Show me what you want. Put me where you want me." She leaned back in and sucked in his glans, jacking back his foreskin to get at it.