Chapter 11

Having gotten as far as she could with hostess duties, it was time for Candace to try to minimize whatever punishment Damian had in mind for her. Sucking up was the obvious tactic. She hadn't missed Damian and Lon's conversation, and suspected that it boded ill for her; on the other hand, maybe Lon had told Damian to lay off or take it easy -- wouldn't THAT be nice?

She came over to Damian and knelt before him, locking eyes with him. "Damian, I'm really sorry I acted like a fool downstairs. Please forgive me?"

Damian eyed her, poker-faced. "And that's it? If you had come over to me and admitted to the relationship that everybody KNOWS we have, nothing would have happened. Instead, you got stupid and bucked and roared and made an ass of yourself. Then, when I set things up so we could handle your situation in private, you come to me with this tale that you and only you can hand out cheese and crackers -- like I'm an idiot or something. That's disrespect. It's contempt. It's a firm belief that you can blow me a snow job, and I'll suck it up, no problem. And you comin' over here and batting your eyes and making cute noises doesn't fix it!"

'Oh, shit!' "Damian -- Master -- I didn't mean it like that! I..."

"Bullshit!" Damian roared. "You were trying to run me -- well, guess what? I was fishing, and you just hit the end of the line!" He turned to regard the others. "Y'all don't have to watch this. On the other hand, if you got nothing to do for entertainment for the next little bit, you're welcome to, since Candace gave up the right for the whole deal to go down in any privacy. Beth, you're an exception -- I want you hangin' out here."

"Yes, Master." Butter wouldn't melt in Beth's mouth.

"Speaking of giving me shit," Damian returned his attention to Candace. "Here I am, and I bet you didn't take care of the preparations I told you to take any time I was coming by..."

Candace blanched. "There was no time, Master! Please, I really didn't know you were coming, and there were other people who had to be called..." Candace was positively groveling and trying to wheedle her way out of trouble -- and a number of people were visibly enjoying it, notably Lon, who crooked a finger at Sally. Sally lost no time dashing over and sitting on his lap, knowing that trouble would ensue if she didn't...

Rick stood. "I think we'll be heading out. C'mon, Teela, I'll take you home."

"I'm going, too," Jean announced.

Louise opened her mouth, shut it. Maybe she should be here...

Terence remained where he was. If Mama was gonna stay for the show...

Randy opened his mouth, but Damian cut him off, "Hey, Rain Man, ever fuck a bitch in the ass?"

"Uhhh, no..."

"Well, today's your lucky day, then, ain't it, Candace?"

Candace closed her eyes. "Yes, Master." She opened them and risked a glance at Lon -- not the only person in the room to do so -- and Lon shook his head. Apparently Damian and Lon had had a meeting of the minds...

Damian caught her, of course. "Ain't gonna happen," he announced confidently. Those announcing an interest in leaving had heard more than enough -- they headed for the door. "Whip it out, Rain Man," Damian instructed. "Bring it over here and let her get it wet. If I was you, I'd shuck out of my pants -- it's more comfortable." Returning his attention to Candace, he directed, "Undress me." Candace, crestfallen, started working on his shoes. Damian glanced around and asked, "Hey, you guys wanna go downstairs? The facilities are a little better..."

"That would be fine with me, Man," Lon said lazily. "If you don't want to use the table..."

"I'm thinking me or Rain Man might get uncomfortable on it," Damian replied, leaving the inference that Candace's comfort wasn't an issue. "Hold up, Slut -- we're going downstairs. Bring my shoes." He headed for the stairs. "You better be close enough behind me that I smell pussy, Slut -- and Rain Man wants to see your ass jiggle."

'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!' "Yes, Master!" Candace tucked herself in behind Damian. Randy grabbed the stuff he'd removed and followed. Lon waved Beth before him, then Sally, then headed down. Toby followed Lon, with Louise following him and Terence bringing up the rear. Lon whispered back to Toby, "He's good, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Toby agreed. "Your ma would be shitting her pants if she was wearing any." He could taste her worry and discomfort -- and anticipation -- with his powers.

Once they were downstairs, Damian directed Candace, "Throw one of those mattresses on the top of the pool table -- we want to give everyone a good view of the proceedings." He then finished undressing himself as Candace wrestled a mattress into place for her own punishment and abuse to occur on.

Randy finished undressing, too -- and Louise sat up and took notice. "Hey, you're right -- that isn't the wiener I expected," she whispered to Beth.

Beth grinned. "I taught him right, too -- he'll do a good job..."

Terence looked on in silence -- it wouldn't do to let Rain Man know that he might be interested. After a moment, though, he whispered to Beth, "You gotta tell me about this glory hole thing."

"Sure, Sweetie -- later, when we can be alone..."

Damian beckoned Randy over to him. "I'm gonna lay out on my back and get her to blow me, then she'll climb on. When she's set, you climb up and let her blow you, then stick your dick in her ass and go to town with it. You ain't there to make her happy, Man -- talk shit, swat her on the ass -- generally give her Hell. I'm gonna surprise her if I can and get Toby to stick his dick down her throat. I want her thoroughly fucking miserable -- then when you guys are all done, I'm gonna get her off. Got it?"

"Yah, I guess." Randy looked mildly perplexed. "You want me to hurt her?"

"Yup. Even if she slobbers you up good, her asshole is dry. It's gonna hurt. You can spit on it or whatever once you're in, but I want her to think you're doing her with a baseball bat. Whack her on the ass some, too -- it'll tighten her up. Oh, and she didn't clean out her insides, so it'll probably be messy -- give her shit about that, too." Damian insisted. "When you're done, I'm gonna make her suck the shit off of it -- and she knows it!"

"Okay..." Randy shrugged, thinking, 'Damn!'

Damian climbed up on the table and waved to Candace, "Okay, Slut, get up here and get me going, then sit on it -- and God help you if I go soft while the rest of this shit is going on!"

Candace might as well have been going to the gallows, but she got up on the table, knelt between Damian's legs and took in his cock. It was there already; all she really had to do was fluff it a bit and get it wet and it was ready. "Sit on it," Damian directed. Candace did as she was told, knowing full well that THIS wasn't the punishment part. "Don't go hopping up and down on it," Damian instructed, "Squeeze it with that twat of yours. You've got other things to do." Turning his head, Damian addressed Randy, "We're set, Rain Man. Hop up here and stick your dick in her mouth."

While Randy was climbing up onto the table, Damian let Candace know what was next, "You'd better slobber it up good, Slut, because Rain Man is gonna take it straight from your mouth to your asshole -- and he's gonna wear that fucker out, aren't you, Rain Man?"

Randy knew what was expected. "Yup." He grinned maliciously, presenting a cock that surprised Candace.

"Grab her head and stick it down her neck," Damian ordered. "She ain't here for fun."

This was a bit beyond Randy's comfort zone, but he took a run at it, anyway -- and Candace choked, pretty predictably. Randy let up, and Candace gasped and coughed, and Damian grunted, "Good thing those coughs tighten your pussy -- you spit me out though, and I'm gonna beat your ass with the first thing I can find." To Randy, he added, "When she's breathing again, feed it to her again. Silly bitch needs to learn deep throat, anyway." And he swatted her on the ass -- hard!

"AUUGH! Gak! Ulp! Ulp! Ummph!" Randy interrupted her yell of surprise by trying again to stick several inches of cock down her throat. He ran it in and out several times while Candace made noises designed to tell everyone she was suffering. Nobody present got overly excited.

"You better slobber it up," Damian warned. "I figure you got about ten seconds before Ran Man switches targets..."

Spit wasn't hard to find, the way she was gagging -- but it WAS hard to deliver; it wasn't really coating Randy's cock the way she wanted it to. Randy took his cue from Damian, waiting a very few seconds before withdrawing and standing up to move behind her. "Noooo! I'm not ready!" she wailed, but Damian jerked his head and Randy headed around behind her.

The anal penetration wasn't fun for either one of them; Candace let out a full-throated scream as Randy's mushroom glans popped through her anal ring. Randy stopped there and tried to bring up some spit, but wasn't too successful, so he contented himself initially with rocking back and forth, pushing and pulling against the lock her anus had on his glans. For Candace, it was as if he had stuck a mushroom boat anchor in there and was trying to pull her anal ring right out of her body! She moaned and wailed and begged -- and of course, Damian told her to shut up and Randy to keep poking her guts...

Randy finally spit a couple of times and managed to hit the mark with it; Candace still figured he was using a fist or some other huge object like a soda can, but it started to move a little bit, rather than just hauling her insides in and out of her ass. She was certain that Randy was seeing the inside of her colon peeling back from his thick shaft when he pulled out...

Actually, they hadn't gotten there yet. Randy spat again a couple of times and actually started getting some penetration depth; things got slowly easier after that. He thought her asshole had rubbed the skin off his dick initially, but things settled down and started to get pleasurable, and instinct settled in, causing him to root for additional depth.

Damian couldn't complain too much; Candace had locked up tight below the waist, the silly bitch -- including her pussy, which was cringing around his embedded cock in synch with Randy's efforts at penetration of her ass. He waited until Randy seemed to be getting in and out some, and Candace was moaning and groaning, rather than screaming and yelling, then yelled, "Hey, Toby -- you busy? I'd like to check Slut here to see if she's air-tight! Can you stick your dick down her neck?"

"Ooohhh, Gaaaawwwd!" Candace's eyes rolled in fear and horror. Damian was going to kill her! Randy was pulling her guts out of her ass, and now Toby was going to choke her to death...

"Well, she's still talking," Toby noted from a position standing beside her head looking at her.

"Noisy, too," Damian agreed. "Plug it, willya?"

"Might as well..." Toby kicked off his running shoes, tugged down his baggy shorts, and climbed up on the table to service Candace's unhappy mouth. She knew better than to fight it; Toby didn't let her, in any case. He spent the next five minutes somehow managing to keep her on the edge of gagging without quite allowing her to puke -- something she considered a wonder, but was really an exercise in Toby sensing her level of discomfort and adjusting for it. After a minute or two, Beth came up beside her and started coaching her on proper positioning to take a cock down her throat -- like she REALLY wanted to do that! Nobody seemed to care what she wanted, though; Toby managed to stick his cock down her gullet to within an inch of it's total length, anyway, somehow -- and when her gorge started to rise, he would pull out until just the head was in her mouth and order her to suckle it until her stomach settled. And any time she tried to convince him she was worse off than he was, somehow, he saw right through it!

Randy was setting fire to her ass, but it wasn't as bad as it had been. Actually, Terence had surreptitiously collected a bottle of lube from a nearby table and was adding a couple of drops to the working surfaces, now and then. He'd warned Randy in whispers what happened if things got TOO slick, though, and the pair of them were making it the way it felt best to Randy -- which wasn't necessarily the same for Candace!

Damian wasn't moving much, but he was having a ball. Randy was moving Candace some, and she was reacting to various attacks, which kept her pussy moving and clutching his cock. Above him, he could see her, red-faced and sweating, her mouth and throat distended as Toby abused her face. He knew for a fact that there could be no other focus for her than her misery -- and he added to it by pinching her nipples roughly.

"Get your nut," Terence whispered to Randy. "Candace has gotten everything she needs out of this party..." He was a bit sickened by the whole thing, to tell the truth. Randy nodded and redoubled his efforts.

Toby didn't hear what was said, but he could figure it out, so he started working for his pleasure, too. This wasn't anything that was going to bring joy to Candace; they doubled up on her from both ends and the specter of being torn apart hovered close! Fortunately, it didn't last long -- but when Toby's cock started spurting in the back of her throat just as Rain Man's exploded in her colon, she was nearly overcome; her attention was on the feeling in her guts that Rain Man's ejaculate caused and she wasn't ready for the sticky blast from Toby and she ended up choking and gasping and trying to breathe through goo. Fortunately, Toby detected the problem and backed off...

Candace had managed to swallow and was gasping and coughing when Damian swatted her on the ass, "Keep it moving -- you aren't done until I say you're done!" Candace resumed clenching; Randy withdrew his cock from her ass. Damian directed, "Take it around front and have her clean it -- she knows how." Randy shook his head, but it was Damian's show.

Candace was nearly exhausted; panting, she pulled her head up to regard Randy's cock, well aware of where it had just been. Damian took her by the chin and locked eyes with her. "You do this or I'll find something worse." Candace nodded; the fight had been bled out of her. She opened her mouth and Randy slid in his cock.

The good news was that despite not taking any precautions, she was relatively clean; sure, it tasted nasty, but there wasn't a lot of actual shit coating most of Randy's meat, especially the head and the first three-quarters of the shaft. Down around the base, he'd collected some slop, but both Randy and Damian seemed content to let her take her time sucking it away -- which let her keep her stomach down. Finally, she was done; her stomach hurt from retching and working it to clutch Damian's cock with her pussy, her mouth tasted vile, both her throat and her ass felt like they had been expanded beyond their limits and split open.

Nobody had helped her -- not really. Oh, Beth had given her instruction on how to take a cock deep into her throat, but no one had lifted a finger to keep that cock -- or, worse, Rain Man's -- from plundering her. If anything, Damian and the boys got all the assistance... It was very clear to her who everyone ELSE thought had done wrong, and who was in charge...

Like she was going to argue; if Damian got up and went to find a knife to slit her throat with, Candace would just watch him, at this point. She was too wasted to argue or fight -- everything she had left was invested in trying to clutch Damian's cock with her pussy in order to avoid the hard swats on her ass that Damian gave her when she slacked off. It was an unfamiliar process; she was using muscles that she seldom used for ANY purpose -- many of which probably weren't strictly necessary to the exercise, but she ended up using nonetheless because she couldn't sort them from the muscles required. It was agonizing, and her endurance was at its limit.

Damian grunted, "Okay, it's my turn, now. Roll over," and wrapped his arms around her, rocking up to start the roll. Somehow, Candace managed to help, and found herself on her back with Damian atop her. He manhandled her back to the center of the mattress and got her organized -- and then things changed...

She thoroughly expected to be pounded to death; instead, Damian directed, "Wrap your legs around me and hang on," -- and then he leaned down and put his thick soft lips on her neck and started stroking at a pace that seemed VERY gentle...

Candace shivered; electricity flowed from his lips. He buried himself in her, then ground his crotch against hers in a circle, then withdrew -- only to repeat the action. In four or five strokes, she realized that she was enjoying it -- and then his lips withdrew from her neck and closed on a nipple...

"OOOOOHHHH!" The moan escaped her before she knew it was coming. Her throat still hurt -- and her ass felt like she was missing a layer of its inner lining -- but they weren't urgent, and they seemed to be providing a platform for the things Damian was doing to her to launch pleasure from. His hot, soft lips were here and there -- an ear, her neck, the sides of her breasts, her suddenly yearning nipples -- while his hard cock pushed into her and his pubic bone abused her clitoris before he withdrew until his cock was barely seated and he did it all again.

Her body reacted as if she had been massaged in scented oils, bathed, and titillated with a vibrator, rather than abused at both ends and worked to exhaustion. Every sensation was magnified; the buzz of pain from her aching ass and throat and the muscle-sapping languor of her exhaustion were all a part of her surrender, converted somehow to pleasure. Arousal followed his lips everywhere, and linked with the pleasure he was coaxing from her clitoris and vagina to declare her need urgent. Somehow, she found it in her to use her legs to clutch herself to him, declaring her need for more, faster, harder stimulation.

Damian took the hint and picked up the pace; Candace was croaking out her desire and her urgency though her injured throat, her head slamming back and forth as the sensations became more and more intense and the wave of her impending orgasm steepened and became a tsunami. He leaned in and whispered, "Now, I'm gonna mark you as mine!" and he lowered his lips to her neck and began to suck, hard.

Candace not only held still for him, she clutched his head to her, reveling in the suction and its stinging undercurrent. At some point in the past few minutes, a switch in her head had flipped, and she now accepted -- no, gloried in -- the realization that the black sixteen-year-old OWNED her! He was everything she had been searching for -- capable, powerful, demanding, virile... Some of those things hadn't been on her 'official' list -- but men she had dated that lacked them had been put on the street, despite her strident insistence that she needed to be in charge of her relationships. She was VERY CLEARLY not in charge of THIS one -- and yet it was the most satisfying she had ever had...

Her legs clutched him to her, begging him to drive himself deeper into her -- and her moans became a single word, "Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" Somewhere, the thought came to her that the orgasm she stood at the pinnacle of was impossible without the feel of his semen jetting into her -- and the thought made it so. Now, it was absolutely imperative that her man must flood her with his seed! "Cum! Cum! Ogod! PLEEEASE! CUM!"

She let go of his head; her hands went everywhere, caressing, clutching, declaring her urgency. Damian couldn't help but respond -- it was clear that she was incredibly aroused and that nothing she was doing had any taint of fakery to it. "I'm gonna cum, Sweet Pussy!" he husked, "I'm gonna drop a big load in your pussy! Is that what you want?"

"OGOD! PLEASE! PLEEEASE!" Candace wailed, bucking herself against him.

"HERE IT COMES!" Damian grunted, and crushed himself to her. Buried deep, his cock erupted in a long, solid squirt of heavy, thick seed that struck her cervix solidly, knocking on the door to her uterus.

"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!" Candace screamed bloody murder, clutching her arched body to Damian with both arms and both legs, then buried her face in his neck for good measure as her inner lining pulsed in synchronization to his heavy bursts of seed. It went on for almost thirty seconds -- her hanging from him, her stomach rock hard and visibly pulsing, the tendons in her arms and legs taut. Her consciousness was totally centered on her vagina and the miracle going on there; the rest of the universe didn't exist, just that great, pulsing, fleshy rod delivering its thick, cloying payload into her depths, triggering an avalanche of pleasure. And then, all connection with reality was severed, and she passed out...

Damian was transported elsewhere, himself, so he didn't notice, consciously, when she collapsed under him and went limp -- but he instinctively lowered himself atop her to maintain the contact of their flesh. When his mind and his body restored their connection, he raised himself a bit and drew patterns on her forehead with his finger, murmuring, "Come back, Sweet Pussy, don't go away, now. I want you right here with me..."

Slowly, her eyes opened. Her limbs didn't work; she was exhausted. If He asked for anything further from her, she didn't know where it would come from. Damian was 'He', now, or 'Him', or 'Master' or whatever -- whatever it was it was capitalized. His demands were paramount -- and he was smiling...

"How are you doing?" Damian asked, continuing to stroke her face.

"Do you think I could have children?" she asked, her face totally serious.

Damian rocked a bit. "Lon wouldn't like that."

"I'll talk to him."

"I'll think about it," Damian assured her. They were alone in the room -- with almost a half-dozen other people present.

"Thank you!" Candace somehow managed to lift her deadened arms and wrap them around him.

Sally released her pent-up breath -- and everyone else came to life. "That was amazing!" Louise chattered, coming up beside them. Toby seemed to be on another planet. Sally had clutched Lon's hand so hard it hurt -- and Lon hadn't noticed. Terence shook his head, "Damn, Little Bro..."

Candace looked around, shocky, and locked eyes with Damian. "Please..." she begged, and buried her head in his shoulder.

Damian knew what she wanted. "Y'all get the fuck out of here!" he directed, "Give us some peace!"

Nobody argued. Everyone headed upstairs, talking in subdued voices -- everyone except Toby, who sat on the couch, unmoving.

Damian and Candace didn't know it, so it wasn't an issue. Candace wrapped herself around Damian and was quiet for some time while they enjoyed just feeling each other's bodies clutched together, then began to sob. "What's the matter, Sweet Pussy?" Damian asked, his voice as gentle as she'd ever heard it.

"I'm so happy..." She locked eyes with him. "Do you have to hurt me like that for it to be so good?"

"I don't know," Damian admitted. "I hope not."

"No," a voice croaked behind them. "You just have to admit what he is to you. It helped, though, for you to feel some pain, because your mind converted it to pleasure..."

Damian looked behind him. Toby was sitting there, with 'that look' on his face. "How's the head?"

"Hurts," Toby croaked shortly. "You know she's serious."

"Yeah?"

Toby nodded. "If it was humanly possible for her to get pregnant while on the Pill, she'd have already done it. Right now, you're her ideal mate."

Damian turned back to regard Candace; those eyes... Adoration -- yeah, that was the word. Concerned, he muttered, "I got shit to do..."

"I know," she husked. "I'll take what I can get. But I'll always want it all..."

He smiled and brushed her hair from her face, "That's fair."

"What's wrong with Toby?"

"He's a mind reader," Damian replied, knowing that she would pass it off. "He's right, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then." Damian turned back to Toby. "Can you get up?"

"In a minute, maybe."

Damian nodded and started moving in Candace. He was half-hard, maybe... for about five seconds. Then they were BOTH fully on, and making like a piston engine. Toby managed to stagger to the stair amid the smacks of their flesh pounding together, Damian's soft grunts, and Candace's whines and moans as he worked to extend their joy. Candace was fully ready, too, mentally and physically, to be brought to rapture again...

"You okay?" Terence asked when he got to the top of the stairs, "You don't look so good."

"Too much excitement," Toby replied. "I get caught up in things."

"You'd have to have been dead not to!" Louise retorted. "Everyone did!" She went to the stair and listened. "What are they doing?"

"Going for seconds." Toby grunted. "Got anything to drink?"

"I wish 'em luck," Louise sighed. "That one is gonna be tough to top!"

Toby risked a quick peek using his sixth sense, "Sometimes, it's easier on the second pass -- you're all warmed up," he argued.

Louise nodded. "I know I am!"

Toby took the soda Terence offered him and sipped it, then turned to Lon. "You have a problem."

"Yeah?"

"Damian broke through. Your mother has what she always wanted -- and she knows it."

Lon pursed his lips and pushed back his hair. "Yeah, well, I've given up."

"It's not..." Toby paused -- no, there wasn't any easy way. "It's not black guys -- it's Damian. Period. And I think..." 'I KNOW, actually...' "she was serious about that remark."

Everyone present took their little piece of that comment and examined it. Randy, Terence, and Louise decided that it wasn't an attempt to be racist. Sally worried about the effect on Lon. Lon was numb. "It wouldn't work," he offered, tentatively.

"It might," Toby replied. "Depends on what she'll settle for."

"Well, shit." Lon sighed and his shoulders slumped. "She's been hunting a long time -- I'd be an asshole to get in the way."

"That's probably the best way to take it," Toby approved.

"It's too late, anyway, from the sound of things. You know what I didn't want happening." Lon grunted.

"Yeah," Toby nodded. "I'm pretty sure it hasn't."

"Fine, then." Lon turned to Louise and Terence and shrugged. Louise grinned and shook her head.

"Weird day," Lon grunted. "You guys need anything?" There was a general round of headshakes and denials. Lon grabbed Sally's wrist. "Let's go to my room." He led her off.

Beth asked, diffidently, "Can I take Terence to my house?"

"Sure, Baby," Louise nodded. "You want to go, don't you?" she asked Terence.

"Yeah."

Louise turned to Randy and Toby, "Ummm, you guys don't have it in you for..."

"I'll sit this one out, if you don't mind," Toby replied.

"Well, if you change your mind, just find a place, okay?" Louise offered. "C'mon, Rain Man -- let's see what the couch is like." She led him off. Toby could hear her in the distance, "How has the group been treating you?"

Randy's voice came back, "Better and better!" Louise cackled.

Toby finished his soda, then threaded his way through the Carpenters' living room. Louise was giving Randy head, noisily; she popped up and murmured, "That's a sweet dick..." before going back to work on him. Randy seemed beside himself, playing with Louise's floppy tits and hissing and groaning at her mouth work. Toby got into his car and headed home; he was done for the day.

Forty-five minutes later, when Candace and Damian, sated and exhausted, staggered up the stairs, it was to the sound of Louise exhorting Randy to further efforts while on her back on the couch cushions in the middle of the living room floor. "That's it, Baby!" she cooed, "You sweet dicked motherfucker, give Mama ALL that dick! Fuck me! Yeah, Baby! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!"

Damian stuck his head around the door to watch his mama lurch, the tendons standing out in her neck, as she thrashed through an orgasm. Rain Man was grinning from ear to ear, pounding away. Damian walked up and looked down at her, "I guess fucking Rain Man ain't a fate worse than death, after all, huh?"

"Oh, FUCK NO!" Louise gasped, turning her attention to Randy. "You need pussy, Baby, you come knocking on Auntie Louise's door -- I'll fix you up right quick, as long as the old man ain't home! FUCK!" She went back to enjoying herself -- loudly -- and Damian went back to the kitchen. "Where do you figure Lon is, Pussy Cat?" he asked.

Candace smiled lazily at the appellation and crawled into his lap when he seated himself. "Maybe he took Sally home."

Lon was taking Sally home, all right; in his room, he was being a good deal nicer to her than he had been in days, and Sally was exceedingly happy about it. When it became apparent that she was going to flood the bed with her secretions, Lon had moved them to the floor -- on a throw-rug with a rubberized backing. At that moment, he was working on his second cum -- and Sally's fourth. When she got there, she let out a scream of joy that rolled over Louise's monologue of happiness. Candace's ears perked. "They're in Lon's room."

Damian chuckled. "What's for dinner?"

"I'll think of something," Candace said easily, "What do you like?"

Damian stayed the night. Terence stayed the night at Beth's -- and she did quite a lot to boost his flagging confidence in himself as a stud. Louise took Randy home sometime in the afternoon. Sally didn't stay overnight, but she stayed late -- and caught Hell from her mother when she got home -- not that it did anything to ruin her mood; Lon had been wonderful -- and if he had demands, she was happy to fulfill them.

'Boobs are a pain in the ass,' Trish Horner thought. 'All they ever do is cause trouble.' She sat on the edge of the YMCA pool, adjusting her one-piece swimsuit to cover hers -- again -- for what had to be the thirteenth time. Of course, the suit was too small -- or at least, in the top, anyway -- and that didn't help. But that didn't excuse the three little dweebs that had been watching her ever since that time fifteen minutes before when she jumped into the pool at the five-foot mark, and when she came up, her right nipple was showing. Now their eyes were glued...

They weren't even her age. Shit, they weren't even BLACK! The little shits were probably thirteen, if that... Trish was robust -- even a little soft and marshmallowy. In ten years, and after a couple of kids, she would probably swell up like her mom -- but for now, she was merely sweetly upholstered, with her cantaloupe tits and her rounded belly with the deep indentation for her navel -- not to mention that bubble butt. She had a nice face when she smiled -- but she wasn't doing that right now -- she was glaring at those three pasty-white pissants that were ogling her tits like they were still exposed. She could probably squash any one of them by sitting on him -- but that would be too personal...

Tits were boy-collectors -- actually, they were man-collectors, too -- any male between twelve and two hundred just couldn't get enough, apparently. Hers had been collecting male eyes since she was twelve, and the intervening four years had been one trial after another, because boys were trouble.

Mom said that -- it was one of her favorite platitudes. Boys were only good for making babies and then leaving you with them. Mom was very clear about that -- but then, she was heavily experienced at it; Trish had one sister and two brothers, and none of them had the same dad. Mom still forgot, regularly, too, if something decent in the way of male flesh wandered by. Oh, she was fairly safe if the guy just looked at her tits, but if she had a beer or two and the guy TOUCHED her tits, Mom forgot all of those harshly ingrained lessons and fell over on her back...

Trish knew that she was prone to the same problem -- but having seen the results, she was VERY leery about any boy even getting CLOSE to her tender titties! Mom helped by reminding her almost constantly, anyway, so it usually wasn't that difficult. Besides, Trish was picky -- those little dickheads watching her, for instance, didn't stand a chance! After a while, the whole thing got old and tired anyway -- guys with their eyes bugging out, talking to her tits. What a pain!

The downside had everything to do with the fact that her tender titties really did want to be touched -- she tried to assuage that need regularly, late at night in her bed. Her clitty had similar needs and stood up under its bulging hood regularly at the least bit of provocation, begging to be touched and fondled and pinched and tickled... The resulting sensations were extremely addictive, too!

"Hey, Trish!" Trish glanced around and discovered Alyssa Hayes waving at her from a quarter of the way around the pool. Talk about addictive... Trish had gone a little wild on sleepovers in her time, and it was VERY pleasant -- and she could give tongue back with the best of them. All in all, it seemed the safest thing -- obviously, she wasn't going to end up pregnant from a tongue in her twat. Hell, she wasn't going to end up pregnant now, anyway; Mom got her on a shot that lasted three months, and they were both very careful about making sure she got her renewals. But boys talked, too, bragging about who and what they've done, and Trish wanted to avoid having a sign on her door that said, 'Now Serving...' -- or gossip to that effect, either.

About the middle of last year, the rumor mill suddenly had it that Alyssa Hayes was a total, dyed-in-the-wool top dyke. Given how bossy and bitchy she was, everybody believed it on first hearing, too. That cast suspicion on everybody Alyssa hung with, so Trish stayed away; it was one thing to beat the little soldier between someone's pussy lips with your tongue until she surrendered -- or to have that attack made on yours, for that matter -- and quite another to let the fact that you did such things, recreationally, become common knowledge. Trish had been very careful about her partners in pussy-licking, and wanted it left that way.

Someone, however, had talked; at least, whoever it was had whispered in Alyssa's shell-like ear that Trish might be susceptible. Trish was pretty sure she knew who it was, but that was irrelevant at this late date. Alyssa had courted her -- quietly, no muss, no fuss, no public displays -- all through the third quarter of last school year, making little comments, double-entendres, and innuendos, and invading Trish's personal space -- always in private, usually after gym. Finally, Trish called her out, "Look, I don't know where you got the idea that I might be interested, but, well, I'm not the harem type."

Alyssa had frowned. "What do you mean?"

Trish had sighed in exasperation, "Look, I'm not going to try to tell you I don't do that, since you apparently know better, but I like to get as well as give -- and I hear you're not big on that."

"Oh." Alyssa absorbed this. "What if I could offer you something different in exchange? Something unique -- something better?"

"There are a ton of boys out there..."

Alyssa shook her head. "Not a boy. Totally different -- and perfectly safe."

"I have a dildo," Trish retorted.

Alyssa snickered. "This beats a dildo all hollow."

Trish's curiosity had been piqued. "I'll... think about it."

"Would you like a recommendation? Talk to Tabitha!" Alyssa had replied, grinning, and gone on her way.

Tabitha was such an idiot; Trish had been sure she could get her to slip and tell her what this wonder toy was, but it didn't happen. That didn't keep Tabitha from gushing all over about it. Somehow, though, she would manage to get tongue-tied when she got overly euphoric, and would get sense before she let anything go. Trish was left with trying to stick her head in the trap without getting caught.

Trish was no idiot -- she was probably as smart as Tabitha and Alyssa put together -- but Alyssa had a certain native cunning... On the day that Trish finally quietly acceded to a sleepover where the secret weapon would be unveiled, Alyssa invited another girl -- Sonya Ho -- to be there, too. Obviously, she wanted a witness...

That night, they'd played various rigged games of chance, making bets over cards and such until Alyssa managed to have a hold over each of them. Then she made them get naked and blindfolded them and made the deal, "Okay, it's like this. I'm going to kick things off. You won't be able to see it right away, but you'll DAMNED SURE feel it -- and when you cum, you'll owe me a cum, too. Understand?" Both of them had solemnly agreed, and Trish had found herself waiting... When the cold nose found her crotch, Trish knew instantly what it was that she was dealing with -- but Alyssa pinned her in place long enough that Dirk's tongue burnt through her resistance, with the help of little Sonya and a hunk of rope that appeared from nowhere to tie her hands. Evidently, Alyssa had this thing down to a fine art -- once she was blindfolded, maneuvering her to a location where her hands were inside the rope's loop was pretty simple. Sonya sucking Trish's nipples helped their cause, too, and Trish succumbed -- especially since Dirk's tongue digging deep in her vagina kept finding places that wanted attention, bad...

Little Sonya turned out not to be the newbie that she pretended, and while Trish worked her tongue in Alyssa's twat, paying off, Sonya put on quite the show, wriggling under Dirk's slavering tongue...

Since then, Alyssa had been less and less circumspect with Trish -- but on the other hand, Trish was hooked, anyway. Dirk's tongue in her twat was the closest thing to a cock, and she was addicted -- so she put up with the sequence of events that would undoubtedly eventually end up incorrectly getting her identified as a lesbian.

Once Alyssa had her attention, however, she went low-profile. It was several minutes before she appeared beside Trish and said quietly, "It's back -- you want to get together?"

"Is Sonya coming?" Trish whispered back. Dirk wasn't perfect -- he had two licking modes -- flat tongue swipes that covered everything, and the digging deep in the vagina poke. The former wasn't a favorite of Trish's -- but the latter, combined with little Sonya's lips and tongue sucking and drubbing her extended clitty -- Heaven! Dirk didn't mind the help, either... Since Alyssa wouldn't lower herself to assist Dirk, Trish wanted to make sure the trip was going to be worthwhile...

"I'll get her," Alyssa assured her. "You know the Ho -- she's always up for it."

"When you get her, let me know -- I'll square it with Mom," Trish whispered, and Alyssa moved off. They'd never been seen looking at one another during the entire conversation, which suited Trish just fine...