Meanwhile, Toby found that combination of sensations that brought him the most pleasure and started moving into the final stretch. He maintained his pace — even slowed a bit when he discovered that it added to things — and started approaching his peak, feeling the charge building in him with every gentle impact of his glans on Jean’s cervix.
Jean felt the change in tempo, and realized, as Toby had, that slowing a bit improved things. Suddenly, there WAS another orgasm out there, approaching steadily… "Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Yes! Oh!"
Toby’s vision narrowed to a tunnel with Jean’s wide-eyed face at the other end. Her excitement built his, accelerating his approach until he was teetering on the brink, no longer pushing, but rather being dragged over the precipice, "UuuuuUUUUUGGGGGGNNNNNNHHHHH!!!!!"
Jean’s eyes popped as Toby buried himself and began pulsing out seed — right at the door of her cervix! You couldn’t miss feeling it — his glans was literally pressed to the opening in her cervix — and the dim realization of the possible implications caused Jean to begin quaking, heave, clutch him with all four limbs, and white out as her orgasm — one of a different quality than expected, but an orgasm, nonetheless — overcame her.
The pair tried to become one organism for almost thirty seconds before collapsing into a loose tangle of limbs, panting from exhaustion. Both were wasted; Toby went out almost immediately, while Jean took a couple of minutes, but followed, her last thoughts a vague attempt to make out the source of some rhythmic noises coming from Rick’s room…
The noises, of course, were Rick and Candace — mostly Candace! Rick had her by the hips and was steadily plugging and unplugging her hungry hole while she hung onto the footboard of his bed and welcomed every stroke, verbally as well as with her body. "Oh, God, Honey! Yes! God, that’s good! Keep it coming, you stud! Oh, Honey! Mama wants another cum! Gimme! Pound me! Pound that pussy! Yes! Oh, shit yeah! Get Mama off! Oh, Holy FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!!!" Candace’s legs started jumping and all she was capable of for the next few moments was an impassioned, "MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!"
Rick hammered away, grinning from ear to ear. Round three WAS going well; it felt great, but he wasn’t feeling any immediate urgency — and he was doing what came naturally, apparently to rave reviews! He was banging Candace’s ass in a steady, pounding rhythm, and from the sound of things, she was loving it…
She was. This was why Candace had been chasing younger and younger guys — she liked it hard, fast, and FOREVER, and young guys delivered, once they were past their first blast and the performance anxiety that went with it. On top of that, Candace had been harboring a fantasy of taking Rick on for over a year; this was a dream come true! Rick was shaping up to be a stud, and Candace was by God going to reap the benefits! She had her legs spread and her knees locked, and Rick’s balls were swatting her bare clit at every stroke — and she’d ALREADY gotten off once! The position was good for her and Rick didn’t seem to have any issues; Candace was prepared to spend the next half hour or so absorbing his thrusts…
Rick shifted speeds and patterns, trying this and that, watching Candace’s ass cheeks shiver to his impacts. He’d like to have been able to play with her tits, but they were swinging below her, out of sight, let alone reach. He could reach under and play with her clit, but he soon discovered that it interfered with his stroke — besides, Candace could do herself if she wanted. What did that leave? Hmmmm … Her asshole was right there, winking … Trying to push a finger at it directly interfered with his stroke, too, but if he put his hand on her ass cheek, he could play with her crinkled hole with the ball of his thumb…
Candace’s eyes popped — Damn! Straight to advanced stuff! You STUD you! she thought. "Honey, you play with that and I’m gonna pop again! Oh, shit! You don’t have to get inside, just … Oh yeah! Shit! FUUUUUUUUCCKKK!!!!" Candace peaked again, throwing herself back against him, her knees jumping and threatening to buckle while Rick watched and felt her asshole pulsing, nibbling at his probing thumb.
Recognizing that constant attention was probably a bad thing for her anus, Rick shifted back to the basics while Candace recovered, panting, her head hanging low between her arms. How many more cums like that she could take was open to question; maybe she should ask for a change in position? "Honey, can we go around to the side? I might need something to fall on…"
"Okay." Rick was apparently irritated by the break in his rhythm the move required, but he bought in. Burying himself in her, he moved them around the corner, side-stepping.
Candace got her elbows onto the mattress and settled in, raising her ass, "Okay, Honey, it’s all yours!" Rick didn’t say anything, but his sigh of relief when he resumed stroking said that he hadn’t lost much.
Rick went looking for his and Candace was in no position to argue — besides, the harder he went at it, the better she liked it! He was ramming and slamming and she was even better positioned to enjoy it, now that she was down flatter on the bed and her ass was presented at an angle that got her clit even more action! Not only that, but her asshole was up higher, too — easier for him to mess with…
Rick discovered that particular benefit of the new position a moment later and he started probing again, this time with a finger from a grip on her left ass cheek. He refused to take no for an answer, too; the fingertip didn’t let up until Candace’s ass was invaded to the first knuckle! "Oh, shit, Honey — that’s wild!" Candace wailed. "I’m gonna cum again!" She started bouncing and jittering, "Oh, FUUUUUUUCK!"
Rick was heading up the slope, too, dragged along by her excitement. Candace’s orgasm actually got in his way, but it was only momentary; when she flopped out on the bed to recharge, he regained control of her hips and made his final approach, "I’m gonna cum! Hold it together for just a sec … YAAAAAAHHH!!!" He powered into Candace, pushing her flat on the bed while he gouted into her from a position prone atop her back, their legs hanging off the bed.
The close-in uproar brought Jean out of her post-orgasmic languor. Gently, she rolled Toby off her and rose, collecting a light robe; God knew the big nudist thing was probably over — and if it wasn’t, it should be. Quietly, she tiptoed to Rick’s room, that apparent source of the noise…
Rick was there — and so was Candace, the hussy! Rick was collapsed atop her in a manner that made it clear that they were probably still joined, sexually. Neither was looking in her direction and it was a poor time to force a confrontation, so Jean backed out. Putting things back on something resembling a normal footing was going to be difficult, to say the least — Candace appeared determined to indulge her taste for young boys at the expense of their normal development. As for the boys, well, it would be a surprise to discover that they felt exploited, even though it was true on the face of it. (Somehow, Jean managed to forget that the whole thing had been the boys' idea in the first place… ) She padded downstairs, her bare feet making no sound to betray her.
First, she looked out back — but there was no one out there, so she padded back through the kitchen and dining rooms, checking the living room on her way. She was certain, however, that the missing pair were in the den — that was a pre-planned location, after all…
They were there, on the floor, atop some seat cushions. Lon was draped over Beth, apparently asleep; Beth sensed Jean’s presence somehow and turned a half-ecstatic, half-anxious expression on her. Jean sighed; that was everybody — what a mess THIS was going to be to clean up!