Damian cupped the back of Big Brother’s head and drove him a bit farther onto his swollen meat, then let him back off. Big Brother was an idiot and never watched the clock; Damian would probably get in three minutes of his hot mouth before Big Brother looked up to check it. Damian was pretty sure that Big Brother actually liked to suck and got carried away while he was doing it — but he knew better than to say any such thing; that’d be the end of blow jobs, period! Meanwhile, he had a hot mouth on his cock and the picture of some skank taking about a foot of dark meat up the ass; it didn’t get much better than this! Big Brother clamped down with his lips and rode his tongue back and forth under his cock head and Damian felt his balls begin to crawl up… "I’m gonna get it, Bro! Don’t fuck me over!"
Terence checked the clock and rolled his eyes; Damian was cheating again! Still, if he got his nut, Little Brother would return the favor without clock-watching; might as well finish him off…
"Ah! Ah! SHIT!" Damian clutched Terence’s head, hunched himself, pushed in deeper, and started to spew; it wasn’t a throat-fuck — neither of them had gotten that far, despite watching numerous videos of people — male and female — who did. Maybe someday, one of them would take the plunge, but there was a macho image thing, there — giving it up first said you were just a little bit queerer … Ass was the same thing; Damian wanted some, but to get it, he’d have to up some. Thus far, they’d just played a little with each other’s assholes while giving head, each of them watching for the other to stretch the edge of the envelope … Still, Damian was moving things, very slowly … Big Brother liked to have his bunghole fingered; it got him off quicker. Damian would do that this time — maybe even press a little to see how Terence reacted. He had a feeling that Big Brother WOULD take a dick, eventually, if he kept the approach slow and easy … He let go of Big Brother’s head; Terence rocked back, collected Damian’s cum rag from under the bed, hawked and spat up a gob up Damian’s cum onto it. "Thanks, Bro," Damian grunted.
"Jus' gimme mine," Terence grunted, climbing up and sitting on the edge of the bed — rocking back on his elbows so his asshole was exposed, as well as his dick.
'Yeah, it’s coming, ' Damian grinned to himself. 'Big Bro gives me a little more every day… ' He knelt and collected Terence’s bloated meat in his mouth and started pumping his lips up and down his brother’s thick shaft, his finger drifting up and down Terence’s ass crack. Terence groaned, shifting his attention between his brother’s bobbing head and the video. Little Brother gave amazing fucking head, and the finger thing just drove him nuts…
Wednesday morning the women met at their usual spot. Jean had to work at nine-thirty, so they met at eight. Again, Candace made Beth run errands — and Jean let it ride. When they were finally settled, Candace briefed Jean, "Beth says Nurse Carter won’t be bought off with the doctor — she’s married, and only wants a roll or two. And she’s still interested in joining the group…" She waved at Beth to continue.
"She didn’t like the picture thing," Beth related…
"I wouldn’t either, if I was her," Jean interrupted. "I don’t like how such things have gone on up to now, either."
"Yeah, yeah," Candace rolled her eyes. "So what are we supposed to do?"
"Well, isn’t she as exposed as everyone else?" Beth asked. "If she has sex with our sons…"
"Yeah, that’s kind of a freebie," Candace complained. "What do WE get out of that?"
Beth shrugged. "I said something about her not being a full member…"
"Why not?" Jean asked.
"No boys coming with her," Candace related.
"She got odd at that," Beth went on, "said something about maybe she could do that, too. I think she has a boy — maybe two. Heck, maybe more — I dunno…"
"She’s black," Candace mused. "I can’t decide whether that’s hot or a bad idea. Maybe it’s both…"
"If she has sons, THEY’LL be black…" Jean mused.
"Yeah," Candace agreed. "Is that an issue?" Her eyes challenged the others.
Jean honestly didn’t know — but she knew what Toby would want her to answer. "I guess not…"
Candace swung her gaze to Beth, who dropped her head, "No, Mistress."
Having collected that confirmation, Candace went back at Jean. "So you’d fuck them?"
"Would you?" Jean shot back. It was her only possible defense…
"Yes," Candace nodded. "If it comes to that, I’ll take them on. Beth will, too, whether she likes it or not!"
Jean shrugged. "Then I will, too, I guess…"
"I’m gonna hold you to that!" Candace pressed.
Jean nodded, thinking, 'I knew you would… '
Beth watched the other pair thrust and parry — she was out of it. Mistress had said she would fuck Louise’s boys — so she would. She’d have done it, anyway … When it was over, she murmured, "Mistress, I told you that Louise wants to talk to someone else, remember?"
"Yes," Candace replied, eyeing Jean. "She wants to talk to someone in authority — and knows that Beth isn’t it…"
This left Jean with an obvious problem: Did she let Candace speak for her? For the group? "Can we, ummm, take the call together?"
"Then no one is in charge," Candace grated.
"You can talk — I just want to be able to provide silent input," Jean placated.
"Anyone else?" Candace wasn’t pleased.
Jean shrugged. "Toby? He’s likely to know her boys … Lon and Rick, too, for that matter, if you want to handle it that way…"
Candace paused. "You know, you might have a point, there. Let’s gather the boys in advance, anyway, and talk to them about who the boys might be and what they think of them…"
"I won’t get off until five…" Jean said.
"I can talk to the boys," Candace replied. "We can schedule this meeting, right, Beth?" Beth nodded. "Let’s go for five-thirty, then?"
"Who is she going to call?" Beth asked.
Candace thought furiously. "I know! You! You’re the only one exposed … Give me your cell phone. She can call THAT — which won’t lead her elsewhere…" Jean nodded; it was a good idea…
"Okay." Beth put her phone in Candace’s hand, then pulled it back. "Is it all right if I bring this to you before work, Mistress?"
"That’s fine, Hon — in fact, I may want you to be there to help me when we talk to the boys. Are you busy today?" She eyed Beth sidelong.
Beth knew the approved answer, "No, Mistress."
"Good. We can make some calls and gather them at my house. Are you okay with that?" Candace asked Jean.
"Yes," Jean nodded. Theoretically, with Toby and Rick there, Candace wouldn’t have EVERYTHING her way — besides, this was fact-finding. Still, she would call Toby on the way to work … She looked at her watch, "Okay, I have to go. Five-thirty?" The other two nodded. "I’ll see you then." She rose and headed out.