Damian grinned. Yeah, this was gonna work. He was close; he wanted to spew in her guts just as she peaked, if possible…
It was. He could feel her spin up, as well as hearing her moan, "UH! UH! UH! OGOD! OH HONEY! YES!! YEEEEESSSS!!!!" Her sphincter began to pulsate around his buried cock, and the delicious internal pressure went through the roof, bringing on the explosion; his cock jetted into Candace’s colon in heavy spurts. "OGOD! I FEEL IT!" she screeched, arching her back.
The orgasm left Candace thoroughly trashed; she dropped the vibrator, and it rolled away, still buzzing merrily. When Damian withdrew and grunted, she followed him, completely mindless, as he circled the couch.
Damian still had objectives to meet — objectives that Candace, in her current state, had totally forgotten. He collected a towel and threaded his way between the two triples using the couch and settled between them, still dragging Candace by the hand, "Y’all mind if I sit?"
That got just about everyone’s attention — which was Damian’s intent. He hauled on Candace’s arm and she dropped to her knees before him. Reaching out, he caught a handful of hair at the back of the dazed woman’s head and hauled her forward, murmuring, "Okay, clean me up…"
Damian’s cock was nasty; Candace’s shit, mixed with semen and lubricants lay in a pool on the upper surface of his shaft like nasty-smelling chocolate moose. Candace had a mouthful before she realized what was up, "Gak!"
"Go on, Baby — clean it up! You promised!" Damian crowed. Everyone watched, bemused, while Candace, shuddering in revulsion, managed to choke down that awful initial glob. Several people were amazed, but Toby just shook his head; Damian had brought Candace to the point where resistance was futile. She would remember this all later with revulsion, but for now, she lacked the will to buck him — and after this, it was doubtful that she would ever be able to generate serious resistance to him again…
Candace was mentally numb, which was a good thing; had she been in full possession of her faculties, she’d have probably puked all over the place. As it was, the task was unpleasant, but her mind was dissociated; she was watching some poor bitch suck shit from Damian’s cock without realizing who it was, actually — despite the fact that she could taste the nasty stuff, she merely considered that to be a part of the experience…
Beth was flabbergasted; Candace was obviously floating in sub-space, that place submissives go when nirvana calls. Who’d have thought that Candace could be a subbie?
Candace did a thorough job; the Candace who was floating above the exercise, watching, sadistically insisted that the Candace doing the work get the job done perfectly. Damian sat for the whole thing, then gently pushed her back and stood. Taking her hand, he led her to another chair, where he sat and pulled her down onto his lap. Candace crawled up on it and cuddled there like a child while Damian nuzzled her neck and patted and caressed her, telling her what a good girl she was — and Candace sucked it up like a kitten lapping cream from a bowl!
The noise the vibrator made rattling and buzzing on the floor irritated Jean, so she stepped away to collect it and shut it off. When she turned back, Toby pointed a finger at the couch, where Teela was weakly pushing Beth away, having overdosed on cunnilingus. "Beth, is your tongue still working?" he asked.
"For a little while yet, I think," Beth gasped, then howled, "Oh, Sweetie! Pound it! Oh! OH! OOH!" Behind her, Terence grinned from ear to ear and stepped up the pace.
"I don’t know…" Jean murmured — but her body wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to her mind. She had stepped in and slid over Teela — who had merely scooted to the center of the couch — and was holding her own knees before she realized that the decision had been made for her. She blinked, glancing up at Toby, confused, but before she could formulate the thought, How did I get here? Beth had her clitoris between her lips and tongue. Toby looked around guiltily; once again, he hadn’t meant to force the issue, but he was actually fucking, and when he did that, it seemed like his least unformed wish was the command of any woman in sight…
Jean’s ability to analyze such things had been sucked away and Beth’s lips were sucking away any physical resistance. Jean had recently discovered that she liked very few things better than a tongue in her vagina, anyway…
Teela was positively wasted; Beth’s tongue had given her four orgasms, back to back, and she’d had the choice of escaping it or going insane. Exhausted, she turned to her girlfriend. "How are you doing?"
Sally took Teela’s right hand in a death grip, but couldn’t seem to get anything out but high whines. Her eyes were HUGE and she was rigid, but shaking like a terrier, and red from her spiked nipples to her hairline. Louise’s thick, soft lips and wide tongue had her in a state beyond mere orgasm; she was over-stimulated to the point that she was incapable of communicating.
Teela got a good look and figured out what was going on, having been clued in by the crushing grip her girlfriend had on her hand. "Hey! Louise! Let up! I don’t think Sally can take any more!"
"No?" Louise backed off, grinning. She knew that Sally was strung out — but she didn’t know how far…
Sally reacted as if she had been being electrocuted and someone had thrown the breaker; she backed off Lon’s cock — which she’d been trying to swallow — drew a HUGE breath, and screamed at the top of her lungs! Then her eyes rolled up and she fainted dead away!
"Man, that must’ve been great!" Lon observed. He’d been so distracted by Sally’s attempts to swallow his cock that he’d missed the fact that she was so far gone. He turned an owlish gaze on Louise.
"She tasted great!" Louise panted, "And she’s got this big ol' clit…" Her eyes went glassy and she wailed, "Oh, Baby, fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!!" Toby grinned tightly and continued to hammer away in Louise’s clutching pussy.
Sally awoke to Lon caressing her cheek, "Are you okay, Honey?"
"Uh huh," Sally replied groggily, then waved her hands at Louise, "No more, please!"
"Okay." Louise surprised Sally by leaning up and resting her head on her belly. "I gotta…" What Louise had to do wasn’t clear; she drifted into another world at that point. "Oh, FUUUUUCK!" She clutched Sally’s hips as an orgasm crashed through her.
"Hey, Lon?" Damian asked, "Can you help me for a sec?"
Lon glanced over at the chair. "What’s up?"
"She’s asleep," Damian indicated Candace. "Can you help me get up and move her to that mattress?"
"Sure." Lon stepped over and helped Damian get up from the chair. Damian carried Candace over to the mattress and put her gently down on it and threw a blanket over her.
"I think she’s wasted for now," Damian observed.
Lon nodded. "You guys pretty much rode her hard and put her up wet."
Damian nodded. "She likes it. She pretends that she doesn’t, but she likes it."
"Yeah, I know," Lon grunted, realizing that Damian was justifying what he’d been doing to his mother and trying to defuse any issues. Lon grinned and slapped Damian on the shoulder.
"Awwww SHIIIIT!" Terence buried himself in Beth’s cunt as deep as he could get and started spraying semen.
Beth popped up from her attempt to bring Jean off a second time to coo, "Oh, thank you, Sweetie! That’s SOOO nice!" Nothing was better than having a cock pulse semen into her…
Terence staggered back, winded; it had been a marathon fuck. "Next!" he croaked.