"Thanks…" Terence stopped just pounding away and adopted a short stroke that maximized the interaction between Beth’s inner labia and the sensitive head of his dick. Beth didn’t complain; she rocked gently in an effort to increase the speed and friction for her current lover. Terence grunted and powered into her depths to unleash his cum while Lon was still untangling himself from Sally. "FUUUUCK!" he wheezed.
Sally hauled herself out from under Louise and followed Lon, watching and rubbing his shoulders as he again plugged himself into Beth’s snatch. She then squatted down next to Beth, "How’s it going?"
"Oh, Sweetie!" Beth panted, "I’m … so happy … This is … so good! I haven’t … had anything … like this … in so long!"
"Are you gonna be okay?" Sally asked. She WAS working on her fifth partner, after all, when you considered the repetitions…
"I’m gonna be … sore tomorrow … Sweetie … but today … I’m in Heaven!" Beth gasped. "Do you want something? I could eat you…"
"That’s okay," Sally smiled. "Can I do anything for you?"
"Uhhh, hang on…" Beth’s eyes went glassy, "Oh, Lonnie! There! There!" She shuddered and sagged for a moment, then she was back, mostly. "I dunno, Sweetie … Do you mind … doing girls? Maybe you could … chew my … titties?"
"Sure!" Sally grinned, and went onto her back on the mat. Sliding under Beth, she collected a swinging orb and latched onto the gristly tip of her rigid nipple.
"Oh, God!" Beth moaned. "Don’t … be gentle! Bite the … shit … out of it! AAHHH!!!" Immediately, Beth went into another orgasmic cycle.
Louise crawled up and put in her two-cent’s worth, "You want to suck THAT pussy, Baby! Sally runs pussy juice like a water fountain, don’t you, Baby?" Sally looked at her and grinned, but her teeth were busy. Louise reached under Beth and started pinching the other nipple.
Beth screamed and went totally manic! Somehow, despite the fact that her upper body was rigidly in place to allow the other two women to abuse her breasts, her ass managed to oscillate wildly — which brought both her and Lon incredible new sensations. Within a couple of minutes, it became apparent that Beth was in an almost continuous orgasmic cycle — something that provided an unprecedented level of stimulation to Lon! "I can’t hold it!" Lon grunted, striving to maintain his pace, "I’m gonna shoot.!"
"Gimme! Flood me, Lonnie! Love me! Fill me up!" Beth wailed, totally beside herself.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Lon grunted, gushing out his second load of the evening. "GOD!"
"OMIGAWD!!!" Beth wailed. Sally, knowing that this was it, bit brutally into Beth’s nipple, eliciting another scream — one assisted by Louise, who had come to the same conclusion and attempted to crush Beth’s left nipple between her fingers!
Beth collapsed, abruptly, groaning; Sally wormed her way out from under the older woman. "Are you okay?" Sally asked.
Beth nodded, breathlessly. "Let me flop here and rest … I love you all…"
"You tried to," Louise chuckled.
Things slowed down after that; the group shattered into individuals and couples for a while — resting or necking, mostly. An exception was Toby and Jean; Jean ended up riding Toby on the mattress they had retired to to neck. Lon took Sally upstairs for a while, and Rick hauled Teela off to a chair. Somebody turned on the TV for background noise.
Eventually, Candace collected Beth and the pair waddled upstairs to set out the planned meal — mostly salads and finger foods and soft drinks. Everyone gathered in the kitchen to grab food, then moved into the dining room to eat at the table, cycling back to the kitchen for refills. Nobody bothered to dress.
Candace didn’t bother avoiding Damian; when he gestured for her to come to him and sit on his lap, she padded over and did so without argument. Okay, so, he was a bastard — but when things were going his way, they tended to be good…
Everyone was munching away when Damian roused himself, "About the dog…"
Jean rolled her eyes. Louise rasped, "Boy…"
"Hey, it’s now or never," Damian said defensively. "What’s changed, really?"
"What do you mean?" Jean asked.
"I mean that Teela and Sally are here, and they’ve done a bunch of shit — and they’ve seen just about everything there is to see — but we STILL don’t have a handle on them like we have handles on just about everyone else!" Damian replied.
Jean grimaced; she really didn’t want to mess with the girls over this — after what they did to trap Fred Carter, especially.
Teela, on the other hand, was again reasonable. "When he’s right, he’s right…"
"Awright," Louise sighed. "So?" she challenged her younger son.
"Okay," Damian began, "He’s half Rottweiler and half Lab — the Lab part is mostly fur and his tail, I think — maybe the tongue. He’s got a lot of tongue…" He wriggled his eyebrows and got a titter. "He ain’t fixed and he’s got big balls. He’s pretty easygoing, except around cats — and he just likes chasin' 'em — he don’t hurt 'em, apparently."
Louise eyed her son. "What did you tell the owner about what we were gonna do with him?"
"Nothing." Damian looked self-satisfied. "Didn’t have to. I got lucky. Rain Man come around lookin' for someone to watch Dirk while he goes off to some music camp. All I had to do was tell him that maybe I could hook him up."
"Did you tell ANYBODY what we were looking to do?" Louise pressed. "ANYBODY?"
"Nah," Damian replied. "If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s not to run my mouth where pussy is concerned."
"So, when?" Lon asked.
"We need to get him Monday afternoon," Damian explained. "And Rain Man will be back Friday night. We can take him back then or Saturday morning. The boarding kennel wanted twelve-fifty a day; I told him we’d do it for five."
"Shoulda told him seven-fifty," Terence groused.
"Dingo offered him that," Damian shot back.
"Where you gonna keep him?" Louise asked. Everyone already knew from previous conversations that the boys couldn’t keep the dog at the Carter’s.
"It would be easiest if we didn’t have to move him around all over the place…" Lon opined.
"The video gear is at my place," Toby added, shifting his gaze to his mother. "Besides, it’s probably closest."
Beth sighed. "I can’t watch him — it will be up to you guys."
Toby locked eyes with Damian. Both nodded.
"Okay, then," Beth agreed. "Our place. Is that going to be all right with the owner?"
"Yeah. I told him I’d be splitting the fee with a friend and keeping him at his house," Damian amplified. "Rain Man knows Pa would shit a brick."
"And he’s cool with that?" Lon pressed.
"Well, he’d like a pic of the yard…" Damian replied.
"No sweat," Toby nodded. "Does he dig or anything?"
"He’s rough on fences, but Rain Man uses a cable run," was Damian’s response. "He’s gonna bring it with him."
"What about staying indoors?" Beth asked.
"He’s got a crate," Damian answered. "Big plastic fucker that comes apart with thumbscrews. Rain Man says he doesn’t like it, so it’s better if he can run around. He says Dirk stays out of trouble as long as someone is around."
Beth eyed Damian, "Even in the house?" Damian nodded. "Then I guess you boys had better see to it that someone is around all the time…"
Damian nodded again. "Yah."
"Come by our place tomorrow," Toby said. "I’ll take the yard pics and we can plan things." Damian nodded.
The End