Chapter 43
The Great Blow Job Experiment

Stick frowned, pursed his lips. "Why we got started, or why we haven't stopped?"

"Both."

Stick glanced at Teddy, mildly exasperated. "This ain't like, a lecture, or anything, is it?"

"Huh?" Randall blinked. "Oh, you want to know if I'm going to go all moralistic on you? No. This is curiosity -- more or less the same thing as we're talking about doing physically. I'm asking questions. That's all."

"Guess I ought to start," Teddy kicked off. "Being pretty much a joke where women were concerned, I figured I was destined to be gay. So I was experimenting. I found out I liked doing certain things -- like fellatio. When I look at it now, it's not much different than cunnilingus -- but I didn't know that, then."

Randall blinked. "How are fellatio and cunnilingus similar?"

Teddy shrugged. "They're both kind of a gift, I guess. And you're pulling in a lot of sex juices, so you get excited. I dunno..." He started picking at his fingers.

"It's okay, Man -- I just want to know," Randall soothed.

"There's a... sense of accomplishment to it..."

"Teddy's right," Mary agreed. "I've done a few, and when he comes, it's a rush." She was back on the recliner arm, dangling one foot and offering flashes of strawberry blonde fur from under the nightie. Randall flashed a glance at Darla Jean, but she was distracted, making intent faces and small hand movements designed to tell Mary she was flashing. Mary chuckled throatily and said, "I know, Hon. If this thing goes as planned, we'll all be naked, soon -- what's wrong with an appetizer? Besides, your boyfriend wants your input on blowjobs."

Darla Jean rolled her eyes in exasperation at Mary, then turned her attention to Randall. "I'm not real experienced, but it kind of depends on how it's all going. It can be like that, but if the guy is busy being a bastard, it can just be... stressful."

"Even then, sometimes..." Teddy colored, but continued, "Sometimes, you bring out the animal. It's kind of a compliment."

"Ted Phipps is a different kind of animal," Darla Jean grumbled. "Wait 'til you're choking... Never mind."

Stick raised an eyebrow. "Damn!"

Mary filled in the gap, "Darla Jean was on a date with Dwayne when Ted invited himself to join them..."

Stick grunted, "Heard somethin' 'bout that..."

"You probably heard the tale Ted was spreading," Darla Jean groused. "The truth is a good bit different. Okay, I wasn't exactly operating above reproach with Dwayne, but Ted was NOT invited and basically raped me and humiliated Dwayne. We went with it because Ted bullied us to the extent that it looked like serious resistance would just get us both beaten up -- and while that allowed us to keep our skins intact, it made things look worse..."

Stick nodded. "Ted's got a history. I heard through the grapevine about how he does girls."

Darla Jean glared at the floor. "Even worse than what he did was how nasty he was about it. He made us both feel like dirt, very deliberately -- and then spread his lying rumors."

There were looks of sympathy around Darla Jean in general, but Teddy was fascinated. "Ummm, what did he make you do, specifically? What was so bad?"

"Huh?" Darla Jean looked up. Randall was eyeing Teddy oddly, and Teddy looked... mildly excited? "I, uh..."

"Talk about it, if you can. We haven't, really. I might need to know," Randall encouraged.

Darla Jean glanced around anxiously, "Well, okay. Dwayne and I were... well, fucking... in the boys' locker room after basketball practice. It's embarrassing, because it wasn't like I had any long-term interest in Dwayne -- I just wanted to know whether Randall was as incredible as he seemed to be or not. Dwayne had me laid back on a bench, with my head propped up on a couple of towels -- he was good like that, considerate. Anyway, we're umm, well along, and in walks Ted. Now, Dwayne had run everyone out and locked the gym, so Ted hid deliberately, somewhere, and waited for us to be good and busy. Then he basically dared Dwayne to do anything while he dropped his pants and... Do I have to?"

"Please?" Teddy asked. "I really want to know..."

"All right. He dragged me up until my head dropped over the edge, knelt on the towels, and... fucked my mouth."

Teddy's eyes were distant. "I've heard of that. It was bad, then?"

A light began to dawn for Darla Jean. "Well, it might have been okay, but I'm not exactly practiced at giving head, and he was deliberately brutal about it. He wanted me to choke and suffer and he wanted to ruin what Dwayne and I were doing. It might work really well for some, but for me, it sucked pretty bad. He split my lip..."

"What else happened?"

Darla Jean had a fair idea what Teddy was looking for, now. "Well, he taunted us the whole time. Dwayne hurried up so that he could get off and Ted could take his place -- not because he wanted him to, but because he was trying to spare my throat. Ted belittled him, and how he was doing, and told him he was a lousy lover; actually, Dwayne's just gentle... You probably heard his version of the next part."

"Oh?"

"Ted said he'd use a rubber -- but I had to put it on. Otherwise... Well, it wasn't much of a choice -- put the rubber on him or chance having his bastard -- but he got to slant that HIS way, and make me look worse."

"Sounds like the kinda thing he's done before," Stick nodded sympathetically.

"I, uh, like to be pretty active," Darla Jean murmured, embarrassed, "and I was already warmed up, so Ted was, well, good. But he kept it up, making me feel bad about enjoying it -- making me ashamed of myself for acting like a slut. He made me cum -- just because it looked bad, I think -- then he got me close again before stopping and ripping off the rubber and shooting all over both of us! Dwayne... That upset him, pretty bad."

"I'm surprised you're not marked by all this," Randall growled. He was angry.

"Well, it helps that I knew what he was up to. Besides, some of it is... true, after a fashion. I AM pretty, um, easy to get going. And I wasn't exactly acting virginal with Dwayne..."

"Mebbe, but it's still rape," Stick insisted. "I hear Ted does that -- he gets a girl, and rags on her and tells her she's a slut and makes her feel like she can't do any better, so they stay with him, even though he treats 'em like dirt. But he usually fucks up and goes overboard, and the girl runs. I know a guy who picked up the pieces of one of 'em. But I'm not sure she's really fixed, if ya know what I mean..."

"Awful..." Teddy mumbled.

"He needs to be taught a lesson," Randall hissed tightly.

Stick nodded. "Mebbe we oughta put it on our 'to do' list. We'd have lotsa help..." Randall's look said the idea had a lot of merit.

"Can we get back to the other thing?" Darla Jean asked plaintively.

"Uh, sure, yeah," Randall nodded, rubbing Darla Jean's back.

"Sorry, Hon," Mary added.

"Back to me, then?" Teddy resumed. "I... really hadn't done a whole lot before... Stick. Just a couple of anonymous run-ins in places where I was pretty safe. Like the Men's Room at the place where we had the Prom..."

"I'm not sure I understand how that place was safe..." Darla Jean murmured.

"Um, well, you know what a glory hole is, right?" Teddy asked. Randall's eyebrows popped up.

"I... think so," Darla Jean replied, "but maybe I'm missing something."

"Okay," Teddy took a swig from his beer to steady himself. "I broke into this thing from a glory hole. I was in a restroom somewhere, and there was a hole in the stall wall. At the time, I figured it was a knothole that had popped out of the wood, or something -- but I noticed that I could see into the next stall. A guy came in -- older, I'm pretty sure -- and dropped his pants and stuff, basically right in front of the hole, so I saw his... cock."

"It's too late for embarrassment, Hon," Mary chided, ruffling Teddy's hair.

Teddy ducked, but the interruption did its job. "Anyway, I got nosy and leaned up, and he was playing with himself. It was all stiff, and he was pumping it with his hand... I got hard and started pumping mine, too. Then he leaned forward a bit, so I backed off. I figured he was done, you know? But the next thing, he's put his foot right along the wall and he starts tapping it. I waited a few seconds, but the way he was sitting, he must have leaned back, so I take another peek, and he's all spread out, giving himself a serious hand job. I, well, I couldn't look away! He was playing with his balls... I realized then that he probably wasn't there to go to the bathroom, but the real reason hadn't sunk in yet... I was looking through the hole and pumping away -- stupid, maybe, but you kind of had to be there -- I was REAL excited! Then he leans up again and I back off. I can see a shadow at the hole, and suddenly, I realize that HE'S looking at ME! This was really hot, so I slouched back and let him get an eyeful. He hung out there for a long time, watching, then he stuck his finger through the hole..."

Teddy shook his head. "I freaked for a second -- almost jumped up and ran -- but I didn't. After a bit, he settled back and I managed to get brave enough to look again. I only had a vague idea what the finger pointing meant, but I figured I might as well try it to get an idea -- so I stuck my finger through the hole. The guy moved right away, so I freaked and got ready to run -- but then, wow, he stuck his cock through the hole! I was, like, totally amazed..." Teddy's eyes looked a little glassy; he was back there, re-living the scene. "It was the closest I'd ever been to one; I really didn't know what to do, but touching it seemed to be all right so I started playing with it, jacking it and stuff. I'm sure you guys are all grossed out, but it was pretty neat -- the guy groaned a little and pressed himself against the wall, so I knew he was enjoying things."

Teddy looked up, embarrassed, but everyone seemed rapt, so he went on, "Jacking somebody else that way isn't really the same as doing yourself -- I figured I wasn't doing too well, but he stayed there. Then he whispered, 'Suck it.' That seemed to make more sense. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I really didn't have a problem with that -- I mean, I figured I was gay, anyway, and that's what gays do. The next thing I knew I had the head in my mouth and was licking the underside of it and the guy was making happy noises. A couple of minutes later, I had a mouthful of cum; I think he left while I was trying to figure out what to do with it. But I was a cocksucker." He shrugged. "After that, I went looking for other places, and I found a couple. I'd done it maybe a half-dozen times by Prom night." Teddy took another pull of his beer, "You see, glory holes are anonymous. You don't see each other, not faces, anyway, so it's pretty safe for both people involved. I was pretty happy when I found the setup in the men's room on Prom night, because things promised to be pretty dull. Little did I know..." He got quiet and sat back, looking across Mary's lap at Stick.

"Me, huh?" Stick grunted. "Well, I hadn't done shit 'til Prom night. I brought a flask full of vodka to the Prom and drank half of it myself, so I was sorta bagged. When I hit the Men's Room, the urinals were three deep, so I circled around and hit the stalls -- and the stall had a glory hole and a buncha graffiti. I got a glimpse of Ted scopin' me, and I was just fucked up enough to go for it."

Stick hit his beer, and sat for a second, then chuckled. "I'd had a coupla blowjobs, but they wasn't any great shakes..."

"Beulah Tyrone," Mary interjected.

"Yeah," Stick agreed. "Like I said, no great shakes. No pussy, neither. Well, I stuck my dick through that hole, and it was like nothin' I ever had before! I gotta pet theory that it's just that guys know what feels good -- I ain't tested it, and probably never will, but it's a theory. Anyway, this had a Beulah blowjob beat ALL to Hell! The fact that it almost HAD to be a dude was embarrassin', but damn! If that's what it took, ya know?" Stick shrugged, grinning. "That's when I got open-minded about it. I come outta that Men's Room lookin' for that mouth an' the dude attached -- it was good shit an' I wanted me some more!" At that point, he cocked an eyebrow at Mary.

Mary sighed. "I guess at that point, things became MY fault. I had a good idea what Teddy had been up to when he came out of the Men's Room. When Stick came out, looking, that let the cat out of the bag. Draper had just roped in Tenisha, and Nate and Nora were looking like an item, and that left a seat open in Teddy's car, Stick without a ride, and a prime opportunity to blackmail two guys at the same time. I blackmailed Teddy into giving Stick a ride home, but dragged them both here, where I had everything I needed to put the package together." Mary waved her arm at their surroundings. "The plan was pretty simple; Stick wanted more head, and I knew the name of his supplier. Teddy needed protection, or who knew how he'd end up if Stick got his hands on him without a little supervision. Teddy had been hiding from me off and on for some time, but with Stick here, I figured he'd feel safer -- especially if I was keeping Stick from doing anything stupid. The same kind of distraction thing applied to Stick, properly played."

Randall was rubbing his forehead. "I guess I'm pretty confused..."

"Well, let me tell you how it came down -- that usually works," Mary replied. "I gave Teddy a beer and sent him off to get drunk -- pretty easy, since he was scared to death. While Teddy was hiding in the bathroom, I told Stick that I could produce his cocksucker, but if I did, he owed me -- besides, just knowing he'd gotten a blowjob from a guy was blackmail material. After Stick and I had made our agreement in principle, I dragged Teddy out, threw on some bisexual porn to distract him, and made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse."

"Which was?"

"Stick wanted his dick sucked again. Teddy was chicken, but he wanted even more than that. Neither of them really had a place where they could follow up on any of that. I told them that they could play here, any time, until they got it out of their systems -- but they had to play with me, too. That meant I got a piece of each of them, but in a situation where neither of them would get the idea that I was going all moon-eyed on them and they needed to escape. The more they played with each other, the more they played with me -- and the more they played with me, the better chance I had of one of them deciding that I might be worth having..." Mary grinned. "Add to that the blackmail aspect, and it seemed like a pretty good plan..."

"Was it?" Randall asked.

"You gotta ask?" Stick grinned. "Actually, it worked better than anybody figured. Neither of us had ever had pussy -- but Mary's is pretty competitive to the other stuff we were doing. We tried a few things; Mary put up with shit, and even helped out in places -- I figure most girls wouldn't. Ted likes it all, mostly, girls or guys. I ain't real interested in some guy stuff, but the rest is good -- and pussy? Hey..." Stick spread his hands. "But there's more to it than that. We watch out for each other. I don' let folk pick on Ted. Mary mothers him, but when she gets tired of bein' bossy, I stick my oar in. Everybody's happy. Ted's tryin' to teach Mary how to suck serious dick, and she's learnin' -- but Ted's still better. Ass is, well, ass. Ever' one is different -- and they're all good. And Mary's got equipment neither of us has an' both of us are grateful for..."

"So, it's all good?" Darla Jean asked.

"Between us? Yes," Teddy replied. "Other people are the problem. We have to justify ourselves all the time..."

"Hey, uh, guys, I'm sorry. This was more about curiosity, though," Randall apologized. "I'm amazed. You guys make it sound like you've done just about everything..."

"Well, there are limits," Mary replied. "Both physical and personality things. Stick, well, isn't interested in getting anal sex -- and, well, given Teddy's equipment, I haven't taken him on, there, either..."

"Oh?" Darla Jean asked. "So, Teddy really IS different?"

"Very!" Mary replied. "Ummm, maybe we should move on to the exams? Nothing like showing the proof! Guys?"

Stick shrugged. "Ready, I guess. You?" This question was directed, not at Teddy, but at Randall.

Randall shrugged. "Sure."

"Ted, why don't you do the middle, then. We can all line up in front of the couch..."

"I'll hop up," Darla Jean offered. "Then you guys can sit if you want to." She did so and sat on the chair that Teddy had just vacated.

"Buck naked?" Stick asked, glancing around for agreement. It was general, so he started skinning out of his stuff. Randall, not to be outdone, got moving, while Teddy, somewhat shyly, hung back. "Move it, Ted," Stick admonished, "You're the one the girls wanna talk about."

"Okay, okay."

"Ya been seen once tonight, anyway. No big thing."

Teddy sighed, but got out of his pants. The three of them made an interesting contrast: Stick was tall and extremely thin, and Randall was similarly sized and similarly built -- perhaps a few pounds heavier. The major difference between the pair was color; even their erections were about the same shape and length. Teddy, on the other hand, was shorter, and while he was by no means fat, he was carrying more weight on his frame.

Standing between the two taller boys pointed up the differences in his erection, too. Teddy's cock was primarily an extremely fat glans. "See?" Mary gestured at it. "That's not for asses. It's pretty good in front, though!"

Darla Jean got down on her knees before the boys. "May I?" she asked, indicating that she wanted to touch Teddy's cock.

"Hold up!" Randall roared. "Let's get equal! Off with the clothing, girls!"

"Can I keep this?" Mary asked, indicating her nightie. "I'll fish out these..." She unbuttoned the neck button and started extracting her breasts. Darla Jean said nothing; she merely returned to the straight chair, plopped down and began removing her shoes and socks. She was the reason the boys were standing there -- she was DAMNED if she was going to short ANY of them...

The guys passed a glance. Stick shrugged at Randall and murmured, "Your call, Man."

Randall pulled at his lip while examining the results of Mary's efforts. Her wide, splayed breasts WERE fully displayed against the background of the green fabric, but... "It's not short enough."

"Oh?" Mary glanced down. "Maybe I can roll it..." She started working at the nightie, rolling the top under and effectively shortening the hemline. "How's that?"

"More fur," Randall replied, feeling his oats a bit at being in control. "And I reserve the right to ask for full removal when you girls go on display."

"Okay, okay," Mary kept rolling.

Stick, however, put an end to it. "Looks like shit. Mary, pull it off."

"But, Stick!" Mary whined.

"Mary! Git it off!"

"Oh, all right!" Mary rasped, pushing the thing down and off, "Why you guys insist..."

"We've all seen it before," Teddy chided. "Even Randall, at the pool."

Randall gave Mary more attention than he had on the previous occasion. At that time, encouragement was more important; now, she was basically there for him! Still, it was the girls' turn to examine the boys, not vice-versa...

Stick ogled Darla Jean. Okay, she was definitely nicer lookin' than Mary -- question was, was she like a lot of girls? All show and no go? And how was Randall doin' with this? He'd been cool, so far, but...

Darla Jean was just stepping out of her panties, as cool as a cucumber, apparently -- except for a bit of a flush at the cheekbones and shoulders. Actually, she was on fire -- there were THREE naked guys standing in front of her. Omigawd! But she schooled her features to at least bring a semblance of scientific detachment. "C'mon, Mary -- the guys are waiting..." She resumed her kneeling position before Teddy, "Where were we?"

"I-I think you were going to..." Teddy stuttered.

"I'll be gentle..." Darla Jean reached out to cradle Teddy's balls. They were bigger than Randall's or Stick's, a pair of heavy orbs in a plump scrotum.

Teddy started to freak, but Stick caught it. "Easy, Ted. She ain't hurtin' nothin'," he advised, rubbing Teddy's shoulder.

"O-okay." Teddy stood his ground.

Mary circled to Darla Jeans' left and gathered Teddy's head in for a kiss. "You're okay, Hon." She glanced down at where Darla Jean was conducting her exam, "See how thick he is? That head is HUGE! It's GREAT, once you get it in!"

"Wow, I bet!" Darla Jean agreed, wrapping her fingers around the narrower shaft behind it. Looking up at Teddy, she added, "It's pretty impressive."

"It's short..." Teddy gasped. She was stimulating him, even though she wasn't really trying.

"Well, yes, but length is just one measure. I'm not sure it's as important as girth..." She rotated her hand on his shaft, rubbing the back side of the flanged head in the process.

"E-easy!" Teddy groaned. "I go off pretty quick."

"Okay," Darla Jean agreed, dropping her hand. "Can I come back?"

"Sure..."

Darla Jean took a quick look at the erections to either side before deciding that it was time to do something positive for her new boyfriend. Shifting to her left, she examined his extended cock critically for a moment before cradling his smaller scrotum and presenting him with the other hand, asserting, "In my limited experience, this is VERY good..."

Mary grinned tightly and dropped to her knees before Stick, carefully giving him the once-over and then similarly presenting his erection to Darla Jean. "I've had a few, and Stick's no slouch. He and Teddy are totally different, but either one of them blows away anything I had before them," she announced with an air of mock seriousness.

"How many HAVE you had, Mary?" Darla Jean asked.

Mary squinched up her face, obviously counting, "Um, about a dozen, including these two. Stick's a real machine with this thing."

"Randall's... very impressive. And I'm not the only one to think so. He's really set me off with this." Darla Jean asserted.

"Mmmmm." Mary leaned over and collected Randall's shaft in her right hand while holding Stick's with her left. "Aside from color, there doesn't seem to be much difference..."

There really wasn't, either. Randall might have topped Stick by about half a millimeter in length, while Stick's cock had just a bit more smoothness to it, not showing as many veins as Randall's. Stick turned his head, grinning, and asked Randall, "Do you believe this shit?"

Randall shook his head, "At least they're complimentary."

"Yeh."

Mary handed off to Darla Jean, "What do YOU think?"

Darla Jean took the offered black shaft, "Well, it seems pretty nice..." She recaptured the white one. "They ARE very similar in feel..." Randall's was, perhaps, just a touch harder, but Stick's felt a bit... silkier, maybe... Mary backed up and she shifted to the right, making Stick the sole current focus of her investigation. Examining it critically, she took in the less-extensive, tightly kinked pubes, the extremely dark color of the shaft, the compact, yet dangling scrotum. Since Stick was so narrowly built, his buns were that much more prominent; Darla Jean gave them a squeeze and cross-checked Randall's, which were pretty decent, too, after all.

Mary didn't really have any agenda to pursue, so she merely resolved to have fun. Settling before Randall, she did a pretty thorough exam, jacking him and stroking his balls. "Jeez, you know, it IS a shame that this thing didn't have its coming-out party earlier. It's VERY nice..."

"Uh, thanks..." Mary was showing some talent with those hands; Randall wondered if he'd underestimated her? He schooled himself to remain stoic, but Mary was delivering a helluva hand job...

Darla Jean glanced over and grinned; Mary was pushing the envelope, probably deliberately. The invitation to reciprocate was clear, so she reached out and collected Teddy's cock for a jacking comparison. "Wow! These sure feel different!" While there was a clear differential between the glans and shaft on Stick, the effect was multiplied in Teddy, where there was a serious disparity between the hard but narrow shaft and the huge, fat glans.

"Yeah, Teddy's unique..." Randall was seeping a little pre-cum; Mary collected it on her thumb and rubbed it over the soft, sensitive tip of his cock. Randall hissed in a gasp. "Did you see that? Try it!" Mary chuckled.

"Umm, I missed it," Darla Jean replied. "I only got the reaction." She locked eyes with Randall, who popped his eyes and shrugged, clearly transmitting, 'Well, what am I supposed to do?' She grinned.

"They're running a little goo from the tip, right? Rub it over the tip with your thumb."

Stick was pretty dry, but Teddy was running a bit; clear fluid was seeping from the slit at the tip of his glans. "Well, Teddy is." She put the thumb to work.

"Watch Teddy," Mary admonished, "He'll get..."

"EEEEE!!" Teddy danced back, causing Darla Jean to lose her grip.

"... excited..." Mary laughed. Darla Jean giggled, too, as Teddy gingerly re-presented himself for her attentions. "Teddy is a quick shooter on the first pass, making him the boy most likely to shoot all over your face..."

"I'll bear that in mind."

"Stick ought to be coughing up something... Milk him a bit." Mary directed. Darla Jean did so, eliciting a grunt and a drop of fluid. Wiping it around his glans elicited another grunt. Mary glanced at Darla Jean, "Notice how none of the three of them have objected while we upped the ante? Guys are worse sluts than gals ever thought of being -- it's their nature. Watch this!" She darted forward and engulfed Randall's glans.

"Whuh!" Randall grunted, flinching -- but he didn't push Mary away or back off. "Hey!"

Mary suckled the tip for a moment, cradling his balls, then backed off and murmured, "Who was it that said 'When you've got 'em by the balls...'?" She dared Darla Jean with her eyes, "Do Stick first -- Teddy might make a mess. No need to finish -- just get a taste..."

Darla Jean looked up at Randall, but he was screwed and he knew it. Mary had made an end-run around any input he had... He opened his mouth, closed it, then took a shot, anyway, "She took me by surprise!" But Mary, grinning, re-absorbed his glans. "Aaaahh!" Defeated, he gasped, "Oh, go ahead!"

Darla Jean oriented on Stick's erection and rolled her lips over the tip, following up with tongue work. Stick hissed like a teakettle, then grunted to Randall, "We'll get even, Man! Their turn's comin'!"

That brought about a totally different thought process in Randall. Shit! Cunt-lapping? Somehow, some way, he had to make sure Stick and Teddy didn't fuck Darla Jean -- but at the rate things were crashing, he had virtually no shot...

Having acquired a pretty good taste of Stick, Darla Jean shifted her attention to Teddy. Cranking open her jaws to take him in was considerably more work; the spongy head was a mouthful. Mary backed off Randall to watch and comment as Teddy started dancing to the sensations. "If he starts to pulse," Mary offered, "better squeeze real hard at the base -- or get ready to swallow!"

No sooner than Mary had finished the admonishment, Teddy squalled, "AWWWWWW!!" and his fat glans swelled even more! Darla Jean, realizing that containment was impossible, backed off a bit so as to have SOME room in her mouth -- but it wasn't enough! Teddy's first blast was a mouthful, and Darla Jean was unable to clear it by swallowing before the second followed -- and started pouring out around her distended lips!

By the third pulse, Darla Jean had things under control again, though, so that was it for the mess; still the flood was pretty surprising! "Wow!" she exclaimed when the flow dropped to the point that she could disengage, "That's a LOT!"

"Um, yeah. Sorry!" Teddy apologized.

"Well, I was warned," Darla Jean replied.

"I'll go get something to clean up with!" Teddy offered, and took off like a shot for the bathroom.

"Bring a towel AND a washcloth!" Mary admonished. Turning to Darla Jean, she murmured, "You just set another precedent..."

Darla Jean looked up at Randall. This... could be bad...

Randall wasn't happy, either. Things were out of hand. But what to do about it wasn't clear...

Randall opened his mouth, but Stick realized that his input was pivotal at this point. "It's awright. You don' hafta do anything jus' 'cause Teddy got happy..."

Randall regarded Stick pensively. Somehow, the fact that he'd made the gesture changed things. He nodded at Stick, but turned his gaze to Darla Jean's anxious face. "It was an accident!" she blurted.

"Yeah, I know." he sighed. "But since you got the data, you'll need a comparison..." He waved toward Stick.

"Ummm, yeah," Darla Jean murmured. There was a problem, here... "Mary, may I?"

"Sure." Mary backed off, and Darla Jean captured Randall's cock, pulling him over next to Stick by it.

"Hang around," Darla Jean murmured, "You're probably gonna need to finish somebody, but I'd like a direct comparison..." And with that, she sucked in Randall.

"Aaaahhhh!!" Those wide, thick lips were a resource Mary didn't have, but... "Easy with the teeth, uh, Darla Jean!" He was going to HAVE to come up with an endearment...

"Go for full coverage!" Mary coached from behind, "I learned that from Teddy! Guys aren't like girls -- you can't just concentrate on one spot. Guys push it all the way in, and pull it almost all the way out -- and you want to do that, too!"

"Yeah," Teddy agreed, "Try to emulate a vagina as much as possible: lips tight, tongue working the bottom, no teeth -- and try to keep things good and wet!" He knelt down next to Darla Jean to watch her work while wiping off her chest with a washrag. "You need to back past the ring at the base of the head. That's a very sensitive place; you need for your lips to be tight as you go over it."

Stick grinned, eyes sparkling. "Remember that experiment?" Then he hissed in a breath as Darla Jean shifted her efforts to him.

Mary laughed, both over Stick's comment and his reaction. Randall looked at her blankly, so she decided to try to present the idea, "You know, Randall, most of the experimentation has been according to Darla Jean's test plan. Stick said something as a joke earlier, when things didn't look like they were going to go well, but it IS a valid experiment..."

"Umm, what would THAT be?" Randall was watching Darla Jean absorb Stick's cock, trying to analyze the weird feelings that was causing him.

"Stick swears that guys give better head. We could, like, blindfold you..."

"Wha-at?" Randall's eyes popped.

"Well, there's at least three of us. You could sample everybody, blindfolded, and see if Stick is right. Maybe we could do you AND Stick..."

"Ummmm," Randall thought fast. "I'm thinking that two girls and one guy isn't adequate to validate the theory. Teddy just might be phenomenal, and that would skew the results."

"Well, what if Stick plays?" Mary asked. Stick flinched...

... And Randall caught it. "I couldn't ask. Besides, if he did, then I'd be obligated... I don't know if I could do that. Besides, I'd skew the results the other way, having never done it and not having any particular inclination..."

Mary shrugged. "The long and short of it is that Stick has done Teddy maybe once or twice -- it's not on his favorites list, either." She turned her attention to Stick, "But it was your bright idea..."

Darla Jean had stopped to follow developments, and was grinning from ear to ear, something neither boy could afford to miss. "Mebbe we should pass..." Stick faltered.

"Damn! Does that mean I don't get to play?" Teddy complained.

Randall eyed him as if he were about to get snake-bit. "I, uhh... Stick?"

"He's YOUR frien', Ted. You sure you wanna push him that hard?" Stick asked.

"Well, it was just ONCE -- for science -- but I guess not..." Teddy sighed.

"We talked about a certain amount of this," mumbled Randall apologetically. "Were you planning on, well..."

"Yeah, a little," Teddy admitted. "If I could get away with it."

"What about you?" Randall asked Stick.

"Well, probly not suckin', but I was gonna give it the once-over. Seemed like we went to a lot of trouble ta get permission..."

"Yeah, you did," Randall sighed. "And I'm pretty sure I can put up with it. But I don't know if I can... participate..."

"Being the suckee IS participation," Mary pointed out. Darla Jean said nothing -- she'd caused enough trouble -- but she continued stimulating both wavering boys with her hands.

"True," Randall agreed, reluctantly. How did he get in this deep? They were talking about sucking Stick's cock -- which was 'way out there, for Randall. From the look on Stick's face, the reverse was 'way out there for HIM, too...

Stick looked apologetic. "I done this a coupla times for Ted, 'cause it ain't right that I get to jus' take all the time. I mean, he likes it, but it ain't a relationship without no give and take. But somebody else..."

"That's okay," Randall replied. "I've never AT ALL, and if my dad found out, I'd be disowned, or something!"

"Big chickens," Mary groused. "So it's all off?"

"Well, the experiment, anyway," Randall murmured. "Maybe after the exams..."

"Now I have to choose one to finish," Darla Jean sighed. "And Teddy..."

"Jeezus!" Stick rolled his eyes. "Hey, Man, can you do this? If you look at it objective-like, it's four mouths on your meat, ya know? I'll... go ahead..."

"I-I'll give it a shot. It might be the world's fastest blowjob, and you might have to ignore the retching, but I'll try to at least get there..." Randall promised. With the onus on him like that, it just wasn't fair to hold out. Still, it, well, sucked...

"Awright, we're in. Who's first?" Stick grunted. "Let's do Randall -- that's how it kicked off..."

"I'll get something for a blindfold!" Mary yelled gleefully.

"Whoa! Whoa! Slow down!" Stick yelled, having second thoughts. "Let's finish the exams, first -- at least on the guys..."

"Um, yeah," Randall agreed. "At least there will be a little more... familiarity..."

"Yeah," Stick agreed. "You done, Darla Jean?"

"Yeah, this is good, for now, anyway." Darla Jean got up. "What about you, Mary?"

"I'm good, too," Mary agreed, waving, on her way to a dresser. "You guys play amongst yourselves..."

"You're up, Ted," Stick grunted, adding to Randall, "We might as well do like we did for the girls..."

"Hey!" Teddy exclaimed, but he was apparently rapidly over the whole thing, as he settled to his knees before the displayed cocks.

If anything, Teddy's examination was more thorough than Darla Jean's. He appeared to weigh scrotums, and gently felt each testicle, asking the owners if he was injuring them. He handled the shafts with both hands, one at a time, and then compared them simultaneously, stroking one in each hand. Finally, he sucked in first Stick's length, then Randall's, working each one over with his lips and tongue for a few moments. Mary, having returned with a wide black cloth sash to use as a blindfold, commented, "I think Teddy's exam was a bit more scientific, Darla Jean."

"Um, maybe," Darla Jean replied. "I should have written up a test plan."

"Okay, guys," Mary exhorted, "Next!"

Randall and Stick stood there, offering each other the lead, neither wanting to be the first to bow to the other. Teddy rolled his eyes, "Come ON! It's not going to kill either of you!"

"Awright," Stick groused, caving in, "C'mere, Ted." He proceeded to examine both Teddy and Randall, modeling the exam on Teddy's -- minus any lip service. Randall realized that Stick must have seen, felt -- even tasted -- Teddy before, but it was kind of a sop to the method laid out by the girls. Besides, it would work for him... In a bit, Stick grunted and stood up; it was Randall's turn. It was too late to turn chicken, so Randall summoned his objectivity, and knelt to examine his colleagues.

Stick looked pretty much like a lot of guys Randall had seen one time or another in the showers and whatnot, but Teddy was a lot different. Randall didn't know whether to be envious or feel sorry for Teddy. They'd actually had a couple of jerk-off parties at the cave, so Randall HAD seen Teddy's erection before -- but it had all been hands-off; he'd never touched another boy's penis in his life.

When you set aside all of the emotional baggage, there were things to be interested in, here. Randall managed dispassionate comparison and made an effort to learn something. Stick's cock felt a little smoother than his own, and maybe it wasn't as stiff -- of course, that could all be because Randall was handling him, too, (it wasn't -- Stick kept a poker face, but he was enjoying it). Teddy was just so oddly different, with his short, narrow shaft supporting the monster head. That shaft was hard, though -- almost steel. Teddy's balls made Stick's -- or Randall's for that matter -- look small by comparison; they filled his heavy scrotum, while Stick's dangled loosely. Randall made an effort to give each a good jacking, trying to impart some pleasure and learning that doing someone else was a lot more difficult than doing yourself. When he figured he'd taken equal time, he stood up.

"Ready?" Stick looked around, collecting nods. "Le's get on with it. What kinda rules we lookin' at?"

"Ummm, just mouths -- maybe hands on the tester's hips if you need leverage," Darla Jean threw out. "Tester keeps his hands to himself, since he can probably figure out who is who by touch."

"Okay. Time frames?" Randall asked, thinking, 'Short! Short! Please!'

"A minute?" Teddy suggested.

"Too long," Mary argued. "Thirty seconds."

Darla Jean nodded. "Anything less probably won't give good data."

"Awright. Remember, cummin' ain't what we're there for." He winked at Randall; neither of them wanted a mouthful.

"Okay, on to procedure," Darla Jean said. "We blindfold the tester and go off and choose numbers in silence, then the tester calls out an order. Somebody not sucking keeps track of time and taps the sucker on the shoulder. Oh, and no results until after both of you have gone! Get a full order, not just the winner. We're trying to set a pattern."

Stick grunted. "What if a couple of y'all are too close to call?"

The girls and Teddy swapped glances. "Thirty second suck-off," Mary responded. "Better only be two, though -- you can get a blowjob later, either one of you, so no fooling around! Clear?" Both of the testers nodded. Mary handed Darla Jean the sash, "Okay, Hon, do him up." Darla Jean very thoroughly blindfolded Randall while the others stepped off to the more open area of the kitchenette.

"We need to move the damned coffee table," Stick grunted. "Tight over there."

"You're telling me!" Mary agreed. "Darla Jean, drag him over here where there's more room when you're done..."

"Are you gonna be okay," Darla Jean asked Randall quietly as she finished up.

"I think so," Randall replied. "Actually, the blindfold thing helps, as I think the worst humiliation would be having Stick watch. Once I go first, I'll be committed -- but I don't see me doing a good job..."

"Stick feels the same way, it looks like. He's tried it and gets very little out of it. Shall we?" Randall nodded, and Darla Jean led him over. With Randall in place, Mary waved Darla Jean over and Stick silently demonstrated the number selection process they'd settled upon, a matter of clutching the hand into a fist twice and then displaying a certain number of fingers, sort of a variant on 'Scissors, Paper, Rock.' When they did it the first time, Teddy and Darla Jean both came up with three, leaving two open, and so had to do it a second time. Mary ended up with one, Darla Jean two, Teddy three, and Stick four. "Okay, we're ready," Mary called, "Give us a sequence."

"Four one three two," Randall replied. Stick grimaced and almost said 'Shit!', but Mary caught it. He rolled his eyes, but went over and knelt up. When he was in position, Mary, eyeing her wristwatch gave Stick the high sign, and Stick leaned forward to lip Randall's dick.

'Full lips,' Randall silently catalogued the sensations, 'Big soft tongue. Darla Jean? Could be Teddy...' Then he remembered that he wasn't there to guess who, but determine quality. It was good, but then ANY blowjob was good, wasn't it? It was a little dry at the start, but picked up, and whoever it was soon started going deep, off and on -- not deep throat, just something notable, interspersed with full withdrawals.

For Stick, the whole thing was basically good news. Randall was blindfolded, which eased the embarrassment -- and, more important, he wasn't as hard to deal with as Teddy, who was Stick's only partner in this activity to date. The realization that Teddy was in some ways advanced cock-sucking, and Randall was a good deal less challenging raised Stick's self-confidence, driving the quality of his effort up. By the time Mary tapped him on the shoulder, Stick had decided that while he'd prefer to avoid this kind of thing, it WAS survivable -- and he was experimenting a bit with depths and pressures.

Mary handed off her wristwatch and assumed the position. Randall found that he instantly missed the first contestant upon withdrawal, so the replacement was very welcome -- and somewhat familiar. He got back to judging, evaluating the totally different technique; there were lots of withdrawals for teasing licks and concentration on the head without much going for depth. When whoever it was DID go deep, he or she tended to hang out there for a bit instead of coming back up. It was generally nice, and sometimes wildly stimulating, but Randall figured that he could probably last a week without an orgasm.

For Mary, a blowjob was all about making a boy happy. If the guy shot, it was a success, and she got a certain satisfaction from the effort. She figured her teasing attack would probably place her 'way up the standings...

Stick waved Teddy over and tapped Mary on the shoulder for the switch. From Randall's perspective, it was night and day; the new mouth was hot, soft, liquid, loose on the in-stroke and tight on the out-stroke. Light touches on his hips supported a driving attack that went from crown to some depth in long strokes, an action that brought Randall's first verbal recognition, "Man!" The sucker seemed to chuckle a bit after that...

It was all cool for Teddy; Randall had a nice dick and he took what was probably going to be his only opportunity to make it memorable for both of them. That Randall should yell, "Man!" inadvertently identifying the sex of his sucker tickled Teddy.

Thirty seconds went quickly, and Mary, again in charge of the wristwatch, signaled the change. Darla Jean knelt up and absorbed her new boyfriend's cock. Darla Jean's experiences with cock-sucking had been decidedly mixed, what with Ted Phipps' brutal treatment, and Dwayne and Teddy both basically shooting off almost immediately. Randall and Stick both seemed to represent a different school than anything she'd dealt with before. Mindful of Teddy's tutoring, Darla Jean worked on being soft and wet and providing a rhythm...

...VERY successfully, in Randall's opinion. This was going to be tough! In fact, when Mary tapped Darla Jean on the shoulder, Randall screwed up his face and said, "Uh, I hate to do this, but can I have Number Four again?"

Mary pulled Darla Jean back to the group to preserve the anonymity of both of them before asking, "Who are you comparing to?"

"Ummm, Two. I won't need that one again..." Randall guessed.

"Well, if you re-do Four, you should also re-do Two, so a better second effort by Four doesn't prejudice you," Mary argued. Teddy was covering his face to keep from laughing, and Stick was rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Talk about humiliating!

"Okay," Randall agreed, "I was just trying not to seem greedy."

Mary turned to Stick and raised her eyebrows. Stick's shoulders slumped, and he went to kneel up. In a moment, Randall was again encased in a mouth. 'Fuck it!' Stick thought, and started corkscrewing his head on the down stroke. This made things pretty wild for Randall, and clarified the standings, momentarily.

But Darla Jean was watching, both the action and the reaction, and would not willingly be out-gunned. When she knelt up, she went to work with an approximation of the same technique, and Randall began to wonder if he was going to orgasm before this last bout was over; sadly, though, he didn't manage to QUITE slip over the precipice. "Wow! You're right, Mary, that wouldn't have been fair!" he commented as Darla Jean rose from her position and rejoined the group a few feet away.

"Okay, Darla Jean, undo him. Stick, Honey, your turn..." Mary directed. Darla Jean undid Randall's blindfold and used the sash to blindfold Stick. Meanwhile, Randall joined the group. "So, do you have them ranked?" Mary asked.

"Yeah," Randall nodded. "It wasn't easy between those two."

Mary grinned. "I bet. Okay, this is how we choose numbers..." She demonstrated. Darla Jean returned; Mary added, "Okay, let's do it." This time, there were no overlaps; Teddy got one, Mary two, Randall three, and Darla Jean four. "Okay, Honey, give us an order."

"Ummm, two one three four," Stick announced.

"All rightie, then," Mary muttered. "Remember, you're not guessing who is doing you, you're grading the effort..." Teddy got the watch, and Mary knelt up.

Stick was in it for the fun. Sometime, Randall was gonna suck him, and even if he couldn't tell when, it was still gonna be a kick because Randall was so grossed out about it. When the first contestant got started, all Stick knew was that it wasn't Ted; other than that, he had no real indication. Well, he wasn't supposed to guess who, anyway... It was pretty nice, but whoever it was couldn't seem to get a rhythm going. Ah, well.

Teddy tapped Mary and they switched places. Stick instantly knew who he was dealing with -- the efforts were apples and oranges. He almost announced recognition, but that wouldn't be right; besides, one of the others MIGHT be better...

Mary waved Randall over and silently confirmed his readiness with him. Randall was obviously reluctant, but just as obviously game. Mary tapped Teddy and Round Two ended and Round Three began.

Randall approached things hesitantly; Mary deliberately did not start timing until Randall actually cradled Stick's length on his tongue, which was probably a dead giveaway as to who it was. Once he got started, though, Randall went ahead and used the comparison information he'd recently acquired to make a creditable effort. Fortunately, Stick wasn't gamey or anything -- once Randall got used to the texture there were no issues. 'This isn't so bad, I guess -- not horrible, anyway. I wouldn't want to do it in a jail cell with some bodybuilder, but...' the thought filtered through Randall's consciousness.

From Stick's perspective, the swap out was slow -- which was probably a good thing as he might have lost it after Teddy. Once whoever it was got going, it wasn't bad -- better than Number Two, in fact. Kinda tentative, but more stroke...

Finally, Darla Jean knelt up and took over. Actually, she arrived early, wanting to fix in her mind just how Randall was handling all this. When he backed off, he kind of popped his eyes and shrugged, but didn't seem to be permanently damaged. While in process, he'd just looked like he was concentrating on what he was doing.

Darla Jean brought the full amount of her recent experience to bear on Stick, wetly sucking, then instituting the corkscrewing maneuver for a second before realizing that it might identify her. Still it was a prime effort, and made her easy to categorize. Mary tapped her on the shoulder, and the experiment was over -- now, for the results... "That's it, Hon," Mary announced. "Are you all set?"

"Yeah." There was no requirement for a rematch.

"Okay. Darla Jean, will you undo him? I'll go get some paper..." Mary headed off to a desk on another wall. "If everyone can settle back around the couch, we can check the results..." The others resumed their seats, collecting their beers; Stick got a fresh one. Both he and Randall made a production out of swishing beer in their mouths, to the laughter of the other three.

Mary brought back some paper and sat down at the couch, thought a moment and started making a chart. Leaving some room at the left margin, she put the numbers one, two, three and four in a column. Then, thinking about it a bit, she put a two behind the one, a four behind the two, a one behind the three and, after a moment's hesitation over whether to run Randall and Stick separately, a three behind the four. "Okay, Randall, your results?"

"Ummm, Three, Four, Two, One," Randall replied.

Mary scratched in the numbers one through four to indicate position behind the first two columns. "Stick?"

"Lessee," Stick conjured it up. "One, Four, Three, Two."

"Jeez, that's embarrassing," Mary muttered.

"What?" Darla Jean asked.

"In a sec." Mary now added the scores for an aggregate. Finally, in the left margin, she added names. The finished chart looked like this:

	Rnd1	Rnd2	Rand	Stick	Score	Males	Females
Mary	1	2	4	4	8	7	13
D. J.	2	4	3	2	5
Teddy	3	1	1	1	2
R/S	4	3	2	3	5

"Apparently, Stick is right," Mary announced. "And I'm the world's worst cocksucker!" She turned on Randall, "And Stick is better than Darla Jean..."

"Ummm," Randall was floored! "Uh, I, um, it was REAL CLOSE!"

Darla Jean tittered, and Stick rolled his eyes -- how embarrassing! "Jeezus!" he complained.

"Of course, Teddy took top honors," Mary added.

"Maybe I should have judged a round!" Teddy offered. "That might have evened things out!"

"Even YOU can't cum four times in two minutes!" Mary jeered, "But SOMEBODY would get a mouthful! And that would probably screw everyone else up!" She shook her head. "I'm not sure you could really provide good data..."

"Well," Darla Jean opined, "He DID kind of skew things, being as good at it as he is... Besides, he just came a little bit ago."

Stick scratched his head, and turned to Randall. "Well, they's two things here. On one hand, it means we both gotta go again. On the other, Ted's done us both... He's fuckin' up the curve, I bet."

Randall sighed. Stick was right, and at least three of them -- himself, Teddy, and Darla Jean -- had the scientific training to know it. Basically, he could wimp out or he could go another round... "Guess you're right. Do we need any adjustments to the method? No? Then get out the blindfold..." Darla Jean collected the sash and nodded Teddy back out to the area where the other testing had been done while the others collected to sort out order. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Randall complained.

Mary chuckled. "It's all in the name of science."

"Is it? Certainly, that's the excuse, but..." Randall shook his head.

Darla Jean rubbed his back, "If you didn't KNOW it, no one could convince you to be standing here." She came around and offered him a kiss, something that hadn't really happened under similar circumstances before. Randall accepted the offer -- and it helped -- his outlook, anyway...

Stick shook his head. Well, embarrassing as it was, HE was committed to giving Ted the occasional blowjob -- Randall certainly wasn't. "Awright, let's get numbers..." The foursome shook out, Stick getting one, Mary getting two, Darla Jean getting three, and Randall four. "We're ready over, here, Ted. Give us a batting order."

"Okay," Teddy grinned below the blindfold. "Two, four, one, three."

"BATTER UP!" Stick roared. Mary rolled her eyes and handed Darla Jean her wristwatch. Kneeling up, she went carefully to work.

Teddy's erection was an effort to absorb, but she'd done it before and knew what to expect. In addition, Mary's method was better suited to Teddy's unusual anatomy -- she just captured his glans in her lips and washed her tongue along the underside. Teddy danced from foot to foot, reveling in the sensations. At thirty seconds, Darla Jean tapped Mary on the shoulder, and she backed off, much to Teddy's vexation.

Next up was Randall, who had very little experience at fellatio and NONE with Teddy. It was immediately evident that the kind of thing that had worked with Stick was NOT going to work with Teddy -- taking him in was like trying to eat a plum whole, and one just didn't bob on his erection -- it was too easy to gag on it. Eventually, he settled for something similar to Mary's effort, but it took almost the entire thirty seconds he was allotted to do so. Needless to say, the performance was somewhat lacking from Teddy's perspective.

Randall rolled his eyes and shrugged in exasperation as he arose, and Stick almost made verbal agreement -- but he stopped himself, as it would have given him away. Experience gave Stick a considerable leg up on the problem, and his thick lips helped; Teddy was again dancing at the end of thirty seconds. This was more like it! A LOT more like it!

Mary tapped Stick on the shoulder, and the final iteration began as Darla Jean knelt to replace Stick. Darla Jean's experience with Teddy's erection wasn't much more than Randall's, despite the fact that she'd swallowed a load of Teddy's ejaculate -- that was more a result of Teddy being quick on the trigger than anything amazing in the way of technique on Darla Jean's part. Still, she'd had him in her mouth and knew what to expect, so things went more smoothly than they had with Randall. Thirty seconds was thirty seconds, though; Darla Jean managed to put forth an effort WITHOUT obtaining a second load from Teddy, despite the warm-up from Stick. Mary tapped Darla Jean on the shoulder, and it was analysis time. Being careful not to make identification, Mary asked Darla Jean, "Will you undo him?"

"Sure." Darla Jean pretended that she hadn't been there moments ago and undid Teddy's blindfold while the others returned to the conversation nook.

Mary sat and scratched her head over how to re-score things. In a moment, she thought she had something; adding a couple of columns and a row, she asked Teddy, "Okay, results?"

"Ummm, two, one, three, four," Teddy replied. Mary inked the numbers in and frowned. "There is something wrong -- our scores are too high!"

Randall took a look, "Oh. Each of you were in all three test rounds, while each of us was only in two. What happens if you multiply girls' scores by two-thirds?"

Mary did it. "Okay, that works, but how do we figure out which group is out in front?"

"Oh, easy," Randall replied. "Average them. Add everyone in the group and divide by the number of people in it."

Mary did some figuring and sat back. "Well, this is it. According to this, the guys are still out in front, although the margin has narrowed. Teddy loves me, and that helped, but he loves Stick, too..." She turned to Stick and grinned slyly, "Sorry, Hon, but apparently you're better at it than you want to be..." She spun the sheet around and everyone gathered around to look:

	Rnd1	Rnd2	Rnd3	Rand	Stick	Teddy	Score	Males	Females
Mary	1	2	2	4	4	1	9x2/3=6	4 1/3	5 2/3
D. J.	2	4	3	3	2	3	8x2/3=5 1/3
Teddy	3	1		1	1		2
Randall		3	4		3	4	7
Stick	4		1	2		2	4

Randall looked relieved; his raw score exceeded even Mary's after Teddy's round. Darla Jean smirked at him and murmured, "I bet you could do better. On the other hand, I guess I have a lot to learn."

"Well, maybe not," Randall allowed. "Things were VERY close between you and Stick; maybe I just got it wrong..."

"Maybe," Darla Jean's eyelids drooped.

"Of course, practice makes perfect..." Randall added.

"Yeh," Stick grinned. "Everybody horny? C'mon, Mary, I wanna get me some!"

Mary turned to Darla Jean, "Just pull out the couch and go to town, Hon. There's sheets and stuff..." She waved vaguely and moved off toward the bed, Teddy trailing her. In mere moments, Mary was kneeling over a supine Teddy, sucking, while Stick entered her from behind.

"Wow! They didn't waste any time!" Randall exclaimed.

"Um, no, they didn't," Darla Jean agreed in a distracted voice. "Mind if I watch?"

"No, but I think we can do better. Crawl up on the couch and lean over the back," Randall ordered. Darla Jean eyed him in surprise, but did so. "Are you wet?"

"Uh huh."

"Spread your legs a little, then, and I'll see if I can't add to things," Randall directed. "Go ahead and watch the show..." The blunt head of his cock nosed between her labia and started rubbing...

"Oooohhh!" This WAS a plan! Darla Jean watched Stick's shiny black cock shuffle in and out of Mary while she suckled Teddy; in a moment, the whole thing was augmented by Randall's diamond-hard erection boring into her tunnel for the first time. "Oh, boy!"

Randall, grinning from ear to ear, put his hips in drive. In moments, Darla Jean had shifted her grip on the couch back and was driving back against him, grunting softly. The fit was SOOOO perfect...

Darla Jean was in Heaven! Already, the evening had exceeded expectation; now she was watching an interracial ménage à trois while the Number One cock in her experience slid in and out of her twat! Pleasure enveloped her, mounted; the other three seemed to be operating at the end of a tunnel, fascinating, but distanced by the fire that Randall ignited with his pistoning cock. "Oh, God!"

Stick heard the noise and glanced up and grinned at Randall, "Kewl, Man! Git it! Make her dance!" Randall grinned back; a bond had been formed with Stick, after all, sometime during the evening, and obvious differences were set aside. Both of them hammered away at their women, long-stroking.

Mary was hot and happy, but she was also distracted by Teddy's cock, so Darla Jean got the first orgasm of the session. She was quite the sight -- red of face and upper chest while her eyes rolled up and she wailed, "WAAAAAA!!! UHNG! UHNG! UHNG!" Her ass was going nuts as she slammed back into Randall, maximizing the impacts on her swollen clit while her thigh muscles jumped to the shock waves.

Randall rode through it, pushing for two from her if he could make it happen -- but excitement was general and additive. Randall watched as Teddy's eyes bulged and he convulsed, grunting tensely while Mary swallowed once, twice. Then Mary's head came up and she started moving more seriously in response to Stick's thrusts. The position she was in emphasized her small breasts, but unfortunately there were some other things going on there, too. Still, it was exciting to watch, and Randall admitted to himself that, yeah, he'd fuck Mary if it came to that -- besides, Mary had this common sense thing about her...

Stick was starting to get this agitated look that said the end was near, but Mary seemed to be a few seconds ahead of him. "Oh, Baby! Gimme! I'm close! I'm close! AAAAHHHHHH!!!" she wailed, straining as her muscles locked. Randall could see her stomach muscles ripple, an action made all the more visible by the motion it imparted to the roll over her belly.

Mary's clench brought Stick off and he arched like a bow, teeth gritted while he crushed himself against Mary's ass and let fly with his ejaculate. The sight brought off a sympathetic detonation in both Darla Jean and Randall; Darla Jean had been watching every bit as closely as Randall, and rushing back up the slope to orgasm rapidly due to a number of factors, not the least of which was the fact that Randall had unconsciously tuned his stroke to Stick's, deepening her immersion in the action on the bed. Now, watching Stick's balls leap in his scrotum as his cock pulsed seed into Mary, Darla Jean's pussy pulsed in sympathetic detonation -- and Randall, taken up by the same set of inputs, found his peak and erupted into her pulsing channel. This doubled things up for both of them, and their attention shifted from the scene on the bed to their own mutual cataclysm. Darla Jean was beyond speech, a grunted "Hrrgh! Hrrgh! Hrrgh!" all she could get past her paralyzed diaphragm; Randall managed even less in the way of sound, only managing a strained grunt as his cock gouted semen into Darla Jean while he ground himself against her as if he was going to climb inside her compact twat.

Stick summed it up in the aftermath: "Damn, that was good! I'm wasted! Somebody kill the lights!"