"That kind of thing gets said, anyway," Toby replied. "If she’s not right about it, she could say that kind of thing herself, just to keep the legends going…"
"Oh," Rick grunted. Lon looked thoughtful — another dimension added to his stupid insistence that Jean fuck him … Thank God she was older… "Anyway," Rick continued, "Damian managed to talk his way into three girls' panties at the same time — but was dumb enough to brag about it. He’s probably screwed until he hits college."
"Hmmm," Candace mused. "Not exactly stellar citizens."
"Definitely horny, though," Lon grunted. "I talk to Terence off and on — he seems an okay sort…" for a black guy didn’t get said, but everyone heard it.
"Damian is pretty much okay," Rick admitted. "Neither of them is ghetto-black or stuck up. I mean, they do their thing to get along with their group, but they pretty much get along with everybody — guys anyway…"
Candace nodded. "But they’ve made mistakes that will cut into their sex life until they leave high school…"
"Yep," Rick agreed.
"So we come back to the question: Are they a problem for us?" Candace asked the group.
Lon grimaced, but, "No."
"Well," argued Rick, "won’t that unbalance things? Five guys and only four women…"
"Hon," Candace replied, "this is sex. If it was love, we’d be coupling, and there would be a problem — but as young and virile as you all are, one of us can handle two of you on any given day. Frankly, I don’t think two is enough for Beth — is it, Hon?"
"Uh, er, well, sometimes, Mistress…" Beth stammered.
"See?" Candace insisted. "There will be plenty to go around … What we need to know is whether these two guys are objectionable — and if so, is it a color thing? You guys are ALL studs — you’ve got nothing to fear over THAT," she stroked them. "Toby?"
Toby shrugged. "I don’t know them — but I’m not hearing anything too bad. If they screw up, we’ll find a way to handle it…" Thrilled, he wasn’t — but there were compelling reasons to let this happen…
"Terence isn’t any genius," Rick grunted. "We’re gonna have to make sure he understands just how secret this all has to stay. Damian, on the other hand, will see the angles…" He nodded slowly. "I’m good with it…"
"All right, then!" Candace assumed full agreement. "We’ll be talking to this woman this evening — or I’ll be talking and Jean will be listening in. Do you boys want to have a representative present? We could ALL be here, if that’s what it takes — except Beth, of course…"
Toby pursed his lips. "I don’t know them, but I think I’ve met Nurse Carter; she’s nice enough … I trust Jean — and Ma."
Lon shrugged. "I’d be in the way. Rick seems to know the most…"
Candace turned to Rick. "Rick?"
"I can hang," Rick replied. "I’ll go home with Mom, after."
Candace sat back. "It’s settled, then. If you three can think of some leverage we can use on the boys, I’d like to hear it, though; I’m pressing for pictures of Louise, just in case — but I might have to back off…"
"Well, maybe not," Toby argued. "If you can’t get them to control Nurse Carter directly, you can pitch it that we need them to hold her hostage against Terence and Damian’s behavior…"
"Good idea!" Candace agreed. "That puts the onus on her — and it makes it personal for them!"
"Too bad you can’t get pics of them sucking a dick or something," Lon chuckled. "Terence would probably walk on hot coals to keep THOSE from coming out!"
Candace looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook her head. "Probably not possible. Still, it was a good thought — but remember we don’t want then feeling like second-class citizens. Would YOU want to do that?"
"FUCK NO!"
"Well, then…" Candace grinned. "Although we girls do that kind of thing without making all kinds of puffing and blowing noises … What makes you guys different?"
All of the males looked uncomfortable. "Because we’re guys?" Rick offered.
"So?" Candace arched an eyebrow.
Toby took a stab at it. "It’s cultural," he explained. "Unless it is an ongoing, exclusive thing, there isn’t a stigma attached to two girls doing each other — and just about everyone enjoys watching it. But sucking a dick is an act of subservience…"
"Eating pussy isn’t?" Candace broke in.
"Well, that is, too, particularly when it is forced," Toby struggled on, "But once again, the stigma is limited. Part of that is that leadership is still a male thing, so females are not directly threatened. Most females still position themselves by allying themselves with a male…" He waited for an argument, but got none. "Submission among males is generally looked down upon; sure, there is going to be a top dog somewhere, but you’re always in competition. Sucking a cock, well, takes you out of the competition — you’re always going to be below the person you sucked, at least — and anyone who knows is going to treat you the same way…"
"What if two of you suck each other?" Candace asked.
"That might even things up between the participants," Toby answered, "but anyone who found out about it would assume superiority. In most cases, if you’re not in the competition somewhere, trying to carve out a place, you’re pathetic. And the guys who have the least going for them will be the ones with the most to gain by pushing you under…"
"Okay." Candace sat back; it didn’t look smart to try to get the boys to do something like that — any of them. But if she ever wanted to REALLY dominate a guy… "Anyone need anything? Let’s eat…"
Conversation was desultory for the next few minutes — mostly commentary on how quickly things could get out of hand. Lon still wasn’t thrilled — frankly, nobody was, given that more people in on the secret were more ways to expose it. Race was an issue if only because it meant that the boys ran in different groups than the prospective new inductees — and that made everyone uneasy. Candace and Beth nibbled at salads, but the boys felt no such compunction and tore through Italian subs, chips and sodas as if they hadn’t eaten in days.
Chapter 24
Posted: February 24, 2009 - 05:45:07 pm
Updated: February 24, 2009 - 09:25:53 pm
When it was apparent that lunch was over, Candace grinned wickedly, reached up and undid her halter top, saying, "So, how about dessert?"
That got three surprised blinks. "Something specific?" Toby asked cautiously.
"I hoped to try out two of you," Candace replied, dimpling. "Beth seemed to have such a good time … Lon, you can have Beth, of course…" She turned to Beth, "Give him anything he wants." Returning her attention to her son, she added, "She can cum, but she has to ask your permission. I ask that you say no at least once — I’m still punishing her for this mess…" Lon looked reflective and nodded.
"Where?" Rick asked.
"Where what, Hon?" Candace replied.
"Well, do you want to do it HERE?"
"Oh, THAT!" Candace waved it off. "How about the rec room? Lon, you can take Beth wherever — join us, or use your room — whatever…" She turned to the person least likely to be cooperative, "Toby?"
"Fine," Toby replied, getting up. He couldn’t be exclusive with Jean, any more than she could with him. How to handle it was another question; did he need to try to assert himself? Nah… "There’s another where, I guess," he grinned.
Candace and Rick got up, too, and headed for the staircase. "I’m going to have to pad the floors down there or something," Candace mused before addressing Toby’s comment. "Well, obviously, we’ll be looking at two holes at a time. I imagine we’ll hit all three…" Candace was fully prepared; she’d given herself an enema that morning, following Beth’s advice on the matter. She hoped it was worth the pain and discomfort…