"And then," <lap, lap, lap> "You’re gonna suck the shit off it," <lap, lap, lap> "right there in front of God and everybody!" <lap, lap, lap, lap> "Isn’t that right?" He stopped dead.
"Oh, Gawd, no! please! Don’t do this to me! Please!" Candace wailed.
"Say you’ll do it…" He wriggled his fingers a bit inside her — an effort worthless, except to tantalize her.
"Okay! Yes! Please! Gawd! I’ll do as you say!"
"No enemas, now!" Damian leaned in and went back to work pumping his fingers in her. "I want you nice and nasty!"
"Yes! Yes! No! No! Whatever you want! PLEEEEASE!"
Damian brought her to a boil again, working her for almost thirty seconds. "So, are we clear?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"What are you gonna do?"
"Beg you to fuck my ass! Please! Please! Finish me!"
"And you’re gonna ride my cock, right?"
"Yes! Gawd! I’ll ride it now!"
"You’ll ride it when I tell you to!" Damian hissed coldly.
"Yes! Yes! Anything you say!"
"Then what are you gonna do?"
"Clean it up! Oh, please! Please! Gawd!"
"How?"
"With my mouth!"
"That’s right. Okay, maybe I’ll let you cum now…" Damian resumed work.
Forty-five seconds later, Candace was on the precipice. "Beg me, one more time," Damian taunted. "Beg me to humiliate you in front of the others…"
"Oh, Gawd! Pleeease! Use me! Treat me like shit! Pleeease!"
"That’s good…" He went at it with the hand, jamming it into her again and again, while working her clit until she was shaking like a leaf. "Say Pretty please…"
"P—pretty … AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" Damian waited until she started trying to get it out, then leaned down and set his teeth more or less gently into her clit. Candace exploded! She squirted a flood of pussy juice while arching herself from the bed, lifting Damian’s upper torso in the process! Damian hung on, drubbing her captive nerve endings with his tongue, intensifying the orgasm. Candace surged five times — and collapsed, out of it totally.
"What the fuck?" Lon growled as a scream sounded from upstairs. Grabbing Sally’s hand, he yelled, "Come on!" and raced upstairs.
On arrival in his mother’s room, he found Candace with Damian. Damian was up on one elbow; Candace was bolt upright on two. "My clitty hurts," she whined petulantly.
"When’s the last time you got a cum like that?" Damian asked, poker-faced.
"It’s been a long time," Candace admitted, "but…"
"You go for the quick and easy thing all the time," Damian admonished. "I just made you work for it."
"Is everything okay here?" Lon demanded. Mama looked groggy, and she was whining…
"Yeah, we’re fine," Damian replied.
"Damian…" Lon growled a warning.
Damian flicked a finger and Candace rotated so her back was to him and then cuddled up. "It’s okay, Hon. I just got carried away."
Damian shrugged and his eyelids drooped. "I pushed her some. You know." He shifted his glance and gave Sally a slow up and down. "You can sure pick 'em! I’d have never known…"
Sally blushed all over. "Thanks. I think."
"Sally, Damian Carter," Lon made the introduction. "He’s in the group, obviously."
"Hey," Damian nodded pleasantly
Sally nodded. She was out of her depth, here. Standing naked with her new boyfriend in his mother’s bedroom, watching her cuddle with a black guy who was probably younger that everybody else — including herself — had her nonplussed.
"We’ll be going back downstairs, then," Lon announced. "Next time … Never mind." He waved a hand and led Sally out of the room.
Sally waited until she figured they were out of earshot before hissing, "He’s BLACK!"
"Yeah," Lon sighed. "I told you about this, sort of. His mother tumbled onto us, so we ended up with her and Damian and Terence. You’ve seen Terence — he’s on the football team."
"Have you had sex with his mother, then?"
"Yeah. Well, I’ve gotten head from her. She’s okay. Terence is okay, too, but Damian has a thing for Mama — he likes to push her, and as a rule Mama doesn’t like being pushed."
"But she lets Damian?" Sally asked.
Lon nodded. "She lets Toby, too, which is kind of where that all started." He shook his head. "Toby’s been a surprise."
"Toby…"
"Tolliver."
"Tolliver?" Sally blinked. Toby Tolliver was, well, nerdy, and not any too physically imposing. He was a member in good standing of the group of boys that unfortunates in her group were most likely to have to pick from — which was obviously not a compliment.
Lon grinned at her. "Surprised? Yeah, he’s a member in good standing of the group — Hell, in some ways, he’s a leader! The day we started all this, he was the one who made it jell by rolling over Rick’s mama like Grant through Richmond. There’s some kind of wolf hidden in him; when it comes out, women just kneel up…" He shook his head. "Of course, it helps that he’s hung like a small pony…" He mused for a second, then added, "Beth is his mama."
"Wow! Weird!" Sally shook her head. By then, they were back downstairs. "What are we gonna do now?"
"I thought we’d neck some more," Lon replied. "I want to play with those…" He hefted one of Sally’s globular breasts.
"Okay," Sally said softly. "Lon? We can do it, you know…"
"I promised to wait," Lon replied. "I can wait."
"Well, you don’t have to," Sally insisted. "You can have me — any time. If you want to do it at the fifty-yard line at school and announce it over the PA system first to draw a crowd, it’s okay. Dogs and ponies are okay. Whatever you want — understand?" Her eyes searched his.
Lon cocked his head. "Yeah, I get it. Let’s leave pets out of it for now, though, Babe." He gathered her in his arms.
"I’m serious, Lon."
"I know." He kissed her neck, signaling the start of the next round.
Upstairs, Damian hugged Candace to him, fondling a breast. "I was serious, you know. You’re gonna do that."
"No way," Candace demurred.
"Way. You promised. If you don’t, I’ll find a way to humiliate the Hell out of you in front of as many people as I can dig up — and you KNOW it won’t be hard…" He chuckled. "This way, you can make it look like it’s your idea."
"But it makes me look like … like…"
"Like you’re a slut? Shit, you silly bitch, do you think you’re kidding somebody?"
Candace swiveled her head to look at him, eyes wide in shock. "Wh-what?"
"C’mon, everybody knows you been fucking around forever — and with young dudes, too! The only thing new is what we’ve got goin' — and that isn’t new in the group. Quit acting stupid and play with my meat a little — I might want to stick it in that old worn-out pussy of yours…"
"Bitch?! Worn out?!" Candace gabbled.
Damian grinned from ear to ear. "See how easy it is to get you going?"
"You bastard!"
"Yeah, well, it gets me where I’m going." He ruffled her hair. "I thought we agreed that I could do as I pleased in private?"
"Did we?"
"No. But it sounded good. Actually, I told you I was gonna anyway," Damian said loftily. "Jack me; I’m gonna play with this tit for a while."
Chapter 38
Posted: March 20, 2009 - 08:00:58 pm
Jean arrived at the Carter’s, to be immediately taken aside by Toby; Louise and Terence, both nude, were sitting at the kitchen table in earnest discussion. "What happened?" she asked.
"Unforeseen things," Toby replied, clearly unhappy. "I’m beginning to think I’m telepathic or something — only with women." He pulled off his eyeglasses and rubbed his eyes. "I discovered that Terence and Damian are doing male sex with each other — blowjobs, mainly. Mama knows, but she won’t tell, of course. I stumbled onto it by accident, and I came over to feel Louise out on the matter, as I also discovered that Louise’s husband might be bisexual, too — which would be a handle on him, because he’s paranoid about it. Anyway, it went slow, because I didn’t want Louise to freak, or anything — but it turned out that even though she didn’t know, it was no big thing with her. But Terence showed up while we were talking and discovered that he’d been outed — Louise just kind of blurted it. That was the first odd thing…" He sighed. "Well, it turns out that Terence is paranoid about it, too, and he freaked. We kind of papered it over, and things might have been okay, but then Louise wanted sex — and she told Terence that he could come along and watch, since he was here, and beat off, or something. Then we decided to use his room, because if Fred came home and found us making like bunnies in his bed, that would get to be a problem very quickly…"