"It’s probably sorry-assed of me," Candace replied, "but it’s the race thing. The other — well, I’m getting used to it."
Toby mouthed a nipple for a moment, erecting it. He liked breasts; if there was a downside to Jean it was her limitations in that area. "The worst part of that would be public — and he can’t do that. He won’t be introducing you to his friends from the 'hood as his white bitch." He started running three fingers along Candace’s vulva to open her up and lubricate her.
"He won’t?" Candace replied. "Are you sure? I’m not sure he’s aware of that limitation, Hon." She pulled his head against her breast. "You can chew a little. Jean’s kinda short in the tit department, huh?"
"Yeah," Toby agreed, applying himself to the nipple for a moment. "I’ll survive, though."
"You shouldn’t have to do without," Candace argued. "I know that Jean is still trying to monopolize you. As it is, you’re missing out on the big ones — largely because the only ones we have available are your mother’s — and maybe Sally’s."
Toby rose to Jean’s defense, "Jean’s been good. She’s spreading it around…"
"Only as much as she has to," Candace retorted. "This," she added, jacking him, "is too good for her to be allowed to hoard it."
"That’s between us," Toby replied. "As for the breast supply, I don’t see me playing with Ma’s — and I don’t see Lon telling Sally she should hold still for it, either."
"What do you think of Lon and Rick collecting girlfriends?" Candace asked, squirming. "Yeah, there…" she gasped as her body interrupted things — Toby had her clitty under his fingers…
"I’m tempted to complain, but I’m not losing by it…" Toby replied. "It seems like they were just impatient, and could have waited a couple of weeks and been all set — but on the other hand, I think it was their confidence that got them the girls — and they wouldn’t have had that without the experience."
"I think you’re right, but the girls could be a problem," Candace worried, "Especially Teela."
"That will sort itself out," Toby replied confidently; it was time to move on to other things. Candace was wet and grunting and rolling her hips. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yesss! Now, Honey! Poke me with that thing!" Toby was a wonder; Candace had dreamed about Rick, but Toby had him eclipsed! Oh, sure, Rick had the looks — but Toby had the cock, and Toby had the brains, and Toby had … something else … He wasn’t using it on her right now, but when he wanted to … Hell, his cock was enough! Candace had chased younger and younger men for a reason — she was looking for guys who could satisfy her, preferably several times! Younger guys had the stamina — and the younger, the better, in her experience — but she was aware that if she dipped below the current age group, cock sizes might actually shrink — not something she was looking for. She was aware from her experiences with the dating pool that the boys in the group were all gifted, a fact that she considered to be extremely fortunate; she didn’t know how she would handle some kid with a five-incher.
Toby climbed between Candace’s widespread legs, braced his hands on her shoulders, and slid his length home in her. Pussy DID differ, he reflected; Candace’s was looser, but had a grainier texture than Jean’s. It actually provided a bit more sensation, maybe…
"Ooogh! Ride Mama home!" Gawd, that was a nice cock! Toby settled in and became a fucking machine, ironing Candace’s twat with his length and girth — and it was Heavenly! Candace generally liked to be on top, but Toby was mashing her clitty on every stroke and it was all just FINE! And when he hunched himself a bit to suck in a nipple, he lit the afterburner on her first orgasm of the afternoon. "Aaaa, Baby! Suck me! Fuck me! Make me CUUUUMMMM!!!!!" She went cherry red and started bucking; Toby could feel the clasp of her vagina as it milked him — but he wasn’t ready yet; he merely continued to stroke, maintaining the rhythm that had brought Candace to climax…
Fifteen minutes and three climaxes later, though, Toby was beginning to tire. A cum hung there, before him, but he was deliberately avoiding it, riding the wave just below the crest. "Why don’t you ride on top for a while?" he grunted.
"Oh! Sure, Honey! No problem!" Candace let him withdraw and flop onto his back, then settled on him in one of her favorite positions — cowgirl. "Ummm! That’s it! Let Mama feed herself that pole! You’ve done enough!" Frankly, she was a little worried that she hadn’t managed to get an orgasm out of him yet — had Jean drained him dry earlier in the day, or something? Was she that undesirable? "Are you okay, Honey?"
"Oh, yeah," Toby grinned. "It’s great! I was just controlling it, that’s all…"
Candace shook her head in wonder; controlling his orgasms? At seventeen? The boy was a wonder … This particular ride was already legendary, as far as Candace was concerned; she was going to go all out to make sure Jean didn’t hog him any more. It just wasn’t fair — Toby needed to be out there, making a whole harem happy … She plunged up and down on his stiff shaft, while he cupped her tits, mauling the nipples with his fingers.
Toby sensed the consequences of the shift in control; he would cum, soon, unless things changed. It was time to conduct his experiment… "So, tell me about Damian."
"Wh — what about him?" Candace puffed.
Toby was carefully not being adversarial; he wanted to be low-key and determine if mere suggestion worked… "What does he want from you?"
"Things," she puffed. "He’s very … controlling."
"That’s very different for you," Toby observed. "How is it?"
"I hate it," Candace replied. "Well, sort of. Maybe I don’t…"
The walls were down; Candace was being totally honest. It was something that others would not be able to accomplish, Toby was certain. "So does he push you? Has he made demands?"
"Every time," Candace gasped. "Next time…" she shuddered.
"Tell me," Toby murmured.
"Next time we’re in public, I have to go to him and fluff him, then beg to take his cock up my ass. And then I have to clean it…"
Toby watched the woman critically. There was NO WAY she would have told anyone else this bit — and the ride got wetter and slipperier while she talked about it. Still, he could see the struggle in her — but it wasn’t against him. It was all about whether she could declare herself that brazenly to the smooth-talking black.
Toby was impressed in that Damian was doing this on will alone; obviously, he didn’t have Toby’s special powers (something which only Toby had any certainty of), but did it all based upon confidence and macho. "That would be pretty slutty, wouldn’t it?"
"Yes." Candace actually blushed — and Toby FELT a mini-orgasm flicker through her as her pussy twitched and her eyes popped. Undoubtedly, he was reinforcing Damian’s control. Maybe he had instilled it in the first place…
"Well, it won’t hurt you," Toby observed. THAT would have caused Candace to bridle, under normal circumstances. "Maybe you ought to let your inner slut out for a walk — have Damian and a couple of us other guys go at you, round-robin. Pull a train … Invite the football team…"
"AWWWWWWWW!!!!!" Candace’s eyes rolled up — but she went insane on his cock, posting like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby, her ass almost a blur as it flashed up and down. Toby couldn’t possibly control himself; he locked up, rigid, then exploded inside Candace’s rapidly cycling tunnel. Candace, cherry-red from her hairline to the tips of her breasts, stopped dead, her vulva smashed against Toby’s pubic bone, croaking incoherently while her vagina rippled and pulsed. Then she collapsed forward onto Toby’s chest and went boneless.