Chapter 35

Both of the older men gave Toby a look. Lucius ventured, “Yeah?”

“We’re thinking that three of the new wave are virgins...” Toby began.

“I, uh, really don’t think I’m up for that,” Gerald said faintly.

Lucius eyed him and Toby explained, “Gerald is just getting back on the horse after a long period of abstinence.”

Lucius blinked. “How long?”

“Years.”

“Damn. Is it THAT hard to chase down?”

“I’m, uh, out of practice,” Gerald supplied.

“You can’t catch up, so don’t try,” Lucius ventured. “If you pass up a piece, it’s gone. If you get it later, you could have had it twice. That’s what my pappy used to say.”

“Um, thanks for the advice,” Gerald muttered, thinking, ‘As if I wasn’t ALREADY kicking myself... ‘

“Yeah, I’m interested,” Lucius told Toby.

“I don’t have to tell you we want it done right,” Toby noted. “It isn’t about you; it’s about her. You do a good job and it’s that much easier for the next guy, you know? We had a guy around here who used to break them.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.” Lucius recognized that he probably needed the admonishment, but that didn’t mean he wanted to admit it. “When?”

“When they’re cooked, I guess,” Toby replied. “We’ll find you.”

“What about that piece in the carriage house?” Lucius asked.

“She’s ALWAYS available,” Toby replied, but flicked a glance at Gerald. Lucius got it; Gerald wasn’t privy to the Bitch Project. A quick nod and THAT was over. “Let’s catch up,” Toby changed the subject.

Robert Beckwith was in the changing room. “Arlene is here, then?” Toby asked.

“Changing in the other room,” Robert agreed, eyeing the black boys present. He eyed Lucius, too. Lucius looked back, suspiciously.

Toby beckoned Lucius. “Arlene has a certain fascination for black cock.”

“And?” Lucius was still watching Robert.

“Robert brought her here to feed it.”

Lucius blinked. “No shit?”

“He’ll be looking for a black girl.” Lucius nodded at Robert at that point, his concerns handled.

“You might want to play with Arlene,” Toby ventured. “She’s not exactly a skank.”

Lucius grunted. “More good news. I might wear my dick to a nub at this rate.”

The males surprised the females coming out of the Dark Room light-lock for Dark Rooms 1 and 2. The women tended to freeze as they discovered the men, which gave the guys an opportunity to give them the once-over. There were several shrieks of surprise. The other general phenomenon was the women focusing on male erections – and every cock in sight rose to full mast rapidly, so they had plenty to look at. There were several quiet exclamations on the order of, “Omigod! Did you see...?” as the girls headed up the hall. Since none of the males was actually ill-equipped, they’d gotten quite a show.

Toby grinned at the men. “They’re headed for the suck booths, so we’ll want them to have something to find there. Let’s make this quick.”

Still, the demonstration of the light-lock and the system of indicators that described the contents of the room and who was invited took some time. As they hurried up the hallway afterward, Toby admonished, “Be careful in there. I know for a fact that there is going to be a bisexual party tonight in one of the dark rooms. If you wander into the wrong room and get advances made on you that you’re not looking for, it’s YOUR fault!”

Louise deliberately dragged out the description of the setup for the suck booths from the sucker’s perspective, demonstrating the way that walls could be added or removed from a booth area to either open it up or add privacy. They had the place wide open for the tour, with six holes available, all in sight of one another.

“We DO have a gay and bisexual contingent, and they are likely to be concerned about privacy,” she said blithely, adding, “In my experience, it helps a new girl’s confidence if she sees that she’s not the only one sucking.”

“Why would you want to do this?” Imelda burst out. At Louise’s frown, Imelda explained herself, “Won’t they be less capable afterward?”

Several of the younger girls were standing around, blinking; the question was both put poorly and revealed some ignorance on the part of a woman who ought to know the answer. Louise decided to launch into a lengthy explanation, rather than trying to chop the line of questioning off.

“This question goes to the general performance differences between a male and a female,” she explained, speaking primarily to the younger girls. “Girls are physically ready for sex at puberty, but mentally, they take a while to fully embrace sex. Early on, in particular, romance is more important and sex is scary. Most of you are just reaching the age where you can get past that. From here on, all things being equal, you will want sex more and more until you hit menopause. Your body will push you to experiment and open yourself to sex in order to feed its cravings for sex and motherhood, and it will get more intense as you get older and you approach the end of your ability to produce children. This varies, of course, but it is the general case.”

Louise looked around and realized that there was still a lot of perplexity out there, so she said, “Stay with me – we’re about to get to the good part. All will be revealed.” She grinned at the group.

“Boys, on the other hand, spin up at about thirteen and are walking testosterone factories by fifteen or so, and are at their absolute peak at the age of the younger group of you. At eighteen, males are nearly inexhaustible. They carry on like that for a few years, and then their performance begins to decline. By the time they reach my age, most still enjoy their sex, but many have throttled way back. Are you with me so far?” She got several nods, so she continued. “There is a fundamental difference between guys and gals where sex is concerned. Guys do all that active pumping, and then they peak and they shoot you full of babymakers – and that is the end of the act for them. Girls, on the other hand, can have orgasm after orgasm. Imelda’s question goes to this fact. Clearly, she has had lovers who were older, maybe, and could only rise to the occasion once a night. So, she’s asking, in effect, ‘Why would I want to waste the guy’s only cum and leave him in a condition where he can’t give me pleasure later?’ Am I right, Imelda?”

“Yes.” Imelda hung her head, embarrassed.

“The answer goes back to age and performance in males,” Louise replied. “Young guys tend to have balls that are chock full – and hair-triggers. That means they don’t last long enough for you to get going, and they’re going to be embarrassed about it. This is literally one of the big reasons that we’re here: to educate you AND them so you BOTH get what you need out of sex! With a young guy, there are two options: either he rides through that first cum and keeps going – and he has to know that it is possible, and generally doesn’t – or you want to draw that first, explosive overflow load out of him so he can perform. That is something YOU need to know: that the ten-second fuck he will give you if he doesn’t know any better will be followed by a nice, LOOONG satisfying ride while he makes like a perpetual motion machine if you drain it off once! THAT is why you want to suck them! Guys your age can get three or four orgasms – and can give you a dozen or more – but you have to get them past that first overflow explosion and the embarrassment that comes after. Sucking cock works, for a couple of reasons: it feeds his ego a bit to have you slaving over the thing and he either gets hard again or STAYS hard if you continue to suck after he shoots, so he gets confident and is ready to go out and conquer your pussy. Last, but not least, it will help get you in the mood – it’s sort of a built-in thing. Some girls just LOVE to suck. It triggers something in their heads that adds to their enjoyment and makes it easy to surrender. I’m thinking that Isobel does.”