Chapter 7Content: mF 1st oral
Beth followed Lon meekly into the house. She had no will -- only her need, and Lon was promising to fulfill it. That being the case, she would follow him through the house and out into the middle of the street to lie down there, nude, if it would get her the feel of that cock. She would do ANYTHING to feel it, taste it, have it flood her womb -- or her ass, for that matter. She had surrendered control in the belief that Lon would take it -- and, more importantly, take HER!
Lon really had no concept of what was going on in Beth's head; all he knew was that where he led, she followed, and it appeared that when they got to a place where they could have some privacy, she would probably be amenable to sex. That he virtually owned Beth in that moment never occurred to him.
Per the plan, Lon headed upstairs toward the master bedroom -- but when he got there, the door was closed and there were noises within -- and Toby's flip-flop was lying there on the floor outside the door! So much for bad ju-ju -- apparently, Jean didn't have any issues with the idea of fucking someone else in her marital bed. Well, to be fair, her husband WAS long gone... Lon turned and headed back downstairs without revealing his thought process -- or anything else, beyond a surprised grunt -- and Beth followed him back down the stairs without questioning the reason for the apparent side-trip. Lon noticed this, but didn't think much about it beyond being grateful that she didn't give him crap over dragging her all over the house...
The new batting order gave him the quarters previously assigned to Toby -- the den, with its big leather couch. Lon led Beth there, handing her a towel on arrival and mumbling, "Why don't we put this on the couch to keep things from getting sticky?" Beth took the towel and spread it on the seat without saying a word, then took the second towel and draped it over the back while Lon mumbled, "I don't know if it opens out."
Lon found himself at a loss as to how to proceed. Beth hadn't said a single word since Mama told her she should go with him. Now she was standing there with this odd look on her face, looking at his dick every couple of seconds. Lon couldn't make her out -- she seemed to be waiting and... anticipating something? She reminded him of a pup he'd had when he was a kid that would beg at the table -- nothing active, just that look... "You're gonna leave me a piece of that pork chop, right?" And he'd just sit there until everybody was done, and if he didn't get anything, that was okay...
Without realizing it, Lon had Beth pretty much pegged. Desire had put her into full submissive mode. She was a supplicant; she wanted to worship his cock, but felt that she didn't deserve to -- so she waited...
Lon stepped forward and took Beth into his arms, feeling awkward. Beth returned the clasp, stepping into it -- but that didn't seem to take them anywhere, either. Finally, Beth husked, "Can I touch it?"
The identification of 'it' was pretty clear to Lon. "Well, yeah..."
Beth dropped right out of his grasp, going to her knees and gently taking his cock in her hands. Gentle fingers traced the shaft and a hand cradled his balls. Beth spent seventy-five percent of her time in fascinated examination and twenty-five looking up at Lon to see if he was going to stop her -- something unlikely, on at least one level...
Lon stood there, amazed, while Beth gently retracted his foreskin and ran her thumb over his glans, collecting a bit of seepage; this wasn't the scenario he expected, at all! She leaned forward a bit and inhaled, obviously drawing in his musk, pleasure and contentment coloring her expression. Gently, she jacked him, an odd motion wherein one hand moved his foreskin and the other stroked him in between -- retract, stroke to the root, return, stroke over the glans. It was incredible! Beth looked up, petitioning, "Can I suck it?"
"Uh, yeah..." Lon stood there, frozen, as Beth retracted his foreskin and closed her lips over his glans, whirling her tongue over the sensitive purple knob, cleaning his pre-cum. "Aaaaaahhh!!!"
Beth was in Heaven! It had been YEARS since she'd touched a cock -- and Lon had SUCH a beautiful one! It was smooth and hard and smelled good and tasted good, too! Something in the back of her mind screamed that she was out, she was ruined, she'd be blackmailed into God knew what -- but she had a cock, and she was going to love it, by God! She worked the tight, spongy tip, gathering saliva, making her mouth a wet pool, then locked eyes with Lon and delivered one of Roy's favorite fantasies...
Lon was busy watching Beth do whatever she wanted with his cock, marveling at the amazing creature that appeared when it became clear that sex was on the agenda. All women didn't do this; he KNEW Mama didn't! Mama liked to drive... Beth had just rolled over and gone total slut on him; he felt like if he told her to bend over the couch arm so he could stick his dick in her ass, she'd just get up and turn around... Then she locked eyes with him while her lips traveled all the way from the head of his dick to the root! GAWD! Lon's knees started to shake. "Jeezus!"
"Is that all right?" Beth asked, smiling, after she backed off.
"Well, yeah, it's GREAT, but..."
"But?" Had she done wrong?
"I kinda figured we were gonna fuck..."
"Oh God, I HOPE so!"
The tone of that exclamation left no doubt as to whether Beth wanted it or not -- THAT was for sure! But Lon was confused... "What's going on?"
Beth couldn't meet his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that out there, just a little bit ago, you were just Toby's mom, but you had -- I dunno -- structure, a role -- control of things. But when we came in here, suddenly it was 'Give Lon anything he wants...' I don't get it -- and it's a little scary!"
Tears rolled, but Beth still couldn't look up. "You're seeing something that no one else has in a long time. Oh, the girls know -- or they think they do -- but guys don't see it. Maybe that's a good thing, but it makes me miserable. Lon, I LOVE sex -- I love cocks! But I don't get any -- nobody notices fat ol' Beth! I haven't seen -- held -- one of these in YEARS, and it's SO beautiful! I want to have it again and again -- but I know that I'll probably only get once -- and you'll go away thinking the worst of me!"
'She's crying. This is SO weird...' Lon shrugged and pulled her against him; apparently rubbing her cheek against his cock wasn't going to be anything horrible to her... "I expected that we'd come in here and I'd have to tease you and mess with your head and get you hot again and you'd fight and whine, but eventually you'd give up and we'd have sex -- and then you'd go on this guilt trip and tell me we couldn't do it again, and I'd have to break down the barriers again next time..."
Beth sighed. "I'm a terrible trainer for dealing with girls -- you're going to have to get that elsewhere. I'm a... well... a slut; I always was, but Toby's father liked it and he reinforced it when we were together. There is nothing decent about me -- I want it. I ALWAYS want it! Now you know -- pinch my ass, and I'll roll over and spread my legs! In some ways, I'm sure it's a dream come true -- but you'll probably think less of me for it, and God knows I'm totally exposed, now that you know..."
"Totally exposed?" Lon was having trouble integrating this into his planned scenario. He was incredibly self-centered; seeing things from someone else's perspective was a stretch. Beth's little recitation was well outside his experience; he was looking at bits and pieces of the puzzle and trying to see where they fit...
"Well, having a total slut at your beck and call -- even if she IS a fat pig -- is likely to lead to excesses..." Beth eyed him sidelong from below. "I'd be easy to blackmail..."
"Oh." Lon shook his head. Beth was sure messed up -- the fat pig thing, the awful expectations -- Hell, Toby was one of his best friends! He couldn't just hang a 'free pussy' sign over her! The flip side, of course, was that he was in possession of an easily gotten supply of wet pussy -- which he hadn't sampled yet. Wasn't that right? "So, I'm in charge?"
"We're gonna fuck?"
"Oh, God, yes!"
"Let's do it, then!"
"Okay..." Beth got up and headed for the couch -- but something was up.
"What's wrong?" Lon asked.
"I'd hoped to... suck you first..." Beth's head was down again.
"Think that's a good idea?" Lon wondered aloud. If she drained his dick, then how would he fuck?
"Ummm, well, it might be. If we just go at it, you might cum real fast..." Beth said carefully.
"Yeah, I get that..." Lon replied. "I'm kinda worried about getting it up again for a second pass..."
"Umm, I don't think it will be a problem," Beth replied diffidently. "Maybe for an older guy, but not for you. If you find me arousing, that is..."
There it was again -- that assumption that she was a pig... Lon stepped forward, collected and cradled a heavy breast in his hand. "I'm thinking you're right -- it shouldn't be a problem. Remember, I'm new at this shit -- you need to offer advice, even if I decide not to take it. That way, we both get the most out of things..." He pondered for a moment. "What's the best position for you to blow me in?"
"Why don't you, ummm, sit on the couch, and I'll crawl between your legs?" Beth suggested, still the soul of subservience.
"Yeah." Lon walked over and sat, and Beth crawled between his legs took his joint in her hand, and began gently jacking it. Looking up, she said, "Lon? Feel free to... direct me. Tell me what you want -- move me -- whatever. I know that right now you think I'm giving you some kind of gift, but this is as important to me as it is to you. Do... whatever -- I don't mind..."
Then her lips enveloped his cock and Lon was lost in sensations like he'd never been before...
The thing was such a joy to hold to touch, to taste! Beth was transported -- but she paid attention to her work, knowing that this whole thing wasn't just for her. After a few short bobs to get things started, she deliberately went deep, gagging herself to get the spit machine flowing. Beth was a consummate cocksucker; Roy had insisted upon nothing less! She knew that a soft, wet grip from her mouth and lips, no teeth, and liquid movement from a tongue while working a cock deep and backing off to the tip on every stroke was the proper way to simulate a vagina -- and that throat was an extra, while teeth were a no-no! Roy had insisted that she master deep throat -- and he had abused her while she was at it, regularly, both because he was an evil bastard and because she was a slut and she would by God perform like one! Beth had been fucked over by an expert -- and knowing it didn't change her outlook on the experience. Roy had been a sonofabitch -- fact. And she was a slut -- fact. Actually, it had worked, for quite a while, where other combinations would have been less than satisfactory for both of them...
Beth was out of practice, but it was like riding a bicycle; a few dips and Lon's cock -- which had a bit of length on Roy's, along with it's other fine attributes -- was sliding into her open throat regularly. She bathed Lon's beautiful cock in hot, liquid suction -- and Lon loved it!
'Holy shit! Deep throat!' Lon thought, dazed. 'This isn't something I'd be getting from some chick at school! Jeezus!' It was incredible -- almost perfect! But he found that, yes, he wanted that extra little bit...
Beth had thick, coarse, curly black hair that she habitually pulled back into a bushy ponytail, abusing a single elastic with the task of keeping it under control. Lon put his hands to the sides of Beth's head, but he really didn't want to tug on her ears... Sitting up a bit, he stopped her momentarily while he freed her hair from the elastic, then jammed his fingers into the thick, flowing curls. Beth smiled around his cock as she went back to work; yeah, that was good for her, too...
Lon didn't need to do anything -- Beth knew more about what she was doing than he did -- it was the feeling of control that manhandling her head gave him that brought such satisfaction. He messed with her exactly twice -- holding her deep, listening to her breathing through a nose buried in his pubes, her eyes on his, calmly waiting. This was her thing, too, her eyes said. He held her there for ten or fifteen seconds, and she did nothing, apparently relaxed, with her arms braced on his thighs, her hands on his butt-cheeks to give her leverage with which to impale herself on his dick. Well, not exactly nothing -- she swallowed every couple of seconds, deliberately, for the wild sensation it gave his embedded joint. He read THAT in her eyes, too. He let her go and she backed off lazily-- both times -- as if swallowing cock was the most natural thing in the world...
After that, he settled back and enjoyed it; taking the pleasure she offered with the liquid embrace of her mouth. Once the mind games were over, it was maybe forty-five seconds before he got that tingle in the base of his dick and his balls started crawling up. He opened his mouth, but her eyes were on him, telling him she knew, and telling him that she was going to swallow, too, -- which was all he needed to put him over the edge. "HUUUUUUUNH!" he grunted as the shockwaves rolled over him -- far more powerful sensations than Rosy Palm and her four sisters had ever granted him! But when he instinctively attempted to bury himself in Beth's throat, she fought him for the first time, pulling back and holding his glans in her mouth while he blasted away once, twice, three times, then settled back to a pulsing dribble. It was fucking GREAT -- but he had the question, anyway... "If you were gonna swallow it, why did you fight me?"
Beth was contrite, but she held up a hand, begging his indulgence while she gurgled around a mouthful of spunk, "Please..." Lon waited, watching her swish his cum around in her mouth like it was wine or something; it was easy, anyway, since he was recovering from THE best cum he'd ever had... In a moment, she swallowed, then replied, not holding her head up. "I'm sorry -- that was selfish of me. You see, if it goes straight down my throat, I can't taste it -- and I wanted to SO BAD..." She sighed. "I won't do it again..."
Lon blinked. Every time he thought he had a handle on this, she surprised him again... "So how was it?"
"Oh, it was wonderful!" Beth's whole face lit up.
Lon, nonplussed, flopped back against the couch back. "Now what?"
"Now I bring you back so you can fuck me." Beth ducked her head and gently took Lon's dick back into her mouth.
'I'm fucking dreaming...' Lon mused, and started playing with her hair.
Out on the deck, Candace, wise in the ways of young men, did some expectation setting. While she had, momentarily, planned to give Rick a blowjob to set him up for later sex, the little weasel had her too hyped up to do without! Therefore, as soon as they had moved under the awning, Candace knelt up on the lounger and said, "Rick, Honey, I was going to play your skin flute and take the edge off, but I just can't wait. Climb up and see what you can do to put out my fire with that hose of yours, okay? I don't think you're going to last too long, but don't worry about it -- I know you've got a lot of spunk stored up -- just go for the gusto and shoot me full and don't let it bother you. If you can, though, it would sure be nice if you could take off again and try to get me over the hump..."
"S--sure!" This sounded like a tall order, but if Candace thought he could do it... Rick circled around behind the older woman and started trying to figure out how he was going to plug in.
"Just put your hand on my back, Honey, and let me know how high I should raise my ass so you can get in," Candace directed. "Don't be shy -- it's all yours..."
Rick needed the prodding -- he just wasn't prepared for 'Okay, we're gonna fuck, now', even though he'd been fingering her twat for some time. "Uhhh, up a bit, if you can, uh, Candace... I've never..."
"I know you haven't, Hon -- and I'm real proud to be your first!" Candace replied. "Just go ahead, you own it! Rub your cock up and down a bit and the lips will pop back open -- I'm sure once you're inside, it'll all come naturally..."
Rick did as he was bid and sure enough, Candace's leathery labia retracted, revealing her pink slot and the entryway to her pussy up near the top. Rick put a hand on Candace's hip and pressed gently; her opening was higher up than anticipated. Candace obliged him by lowering her ass and he started nosing his cock into her pussy.
"Mmmmm, that's good," Candace moaned. "Take it slow and enjoy it -- you can speed up later..."
Rick wanted to agree with Candace's assessment, but he couldn't breathe, let alone talk! The sensations! Jeezus!
"Stop if you have to, Honey, to get control -- but don't worry about it if you can't hold back -- I know that there is plenty more available!" Candace was on the edge, despite herself. Rick was a cherry! Gawd, she'd never given herself to a cherry boy, YET! This was so exciting!
Rick was grinding his teeth -- this was a true case of the agony and the ecstasy! The inside of Candace's pussy was like nothing he'd ever experienced! The closest thing to it was hot shower water pouring over his morning boner while he got his first nut of the day, jacking off -- but this was light-years better! He was almost there-- balls deep -- but he had no idea how he was going to back out without blowing his load all over...
Candace surprised them both by removing it as a problem; when his pubes ground into her clit, her knees started quaking -- the whole cherry thing acted on her already fever-pitch arousal to drive her straight to orgasm on Rick's first penetration! "Oh, Baby, I'm gonna get it now, anyway! Pound away and fill Mama up with your sweet juice! AAAAUGH!!!" Her hips started dancing and the tidal wave surged before her.
Rick went nuts! Candace's movements brought him beyond control; crazed by the overwhelming sensations, he collected both of Candace's hips in a crushing grip and started pounding into her like a madman, howling, "Jeezus! Jeezus! Jeezus!! JEEZUS!!! YAAAAAAHHH!!!" It felt like the whole head of his cock blew off! It was painful; it was wonderful. He was consumed in a brilliant flash...
Rick's berserk eruption ignited a second stage to Candace's orgasm pushing her far above the already amazing cum that had come from nowhere to consume her an instant before! Rick couldn't see it, but Candace's face went cherry red as she took the sides of the lounger in a death grip while her body jumped and spasmed, "OMIGAAAAAAWWWWWDDDDD!!!!" She could FEEL the jet of semen blast from Rick's pulsing cock, and the impact on her cervix set off a sympathetic pulse that milked him from root to tip -- which set off another blast, and another milking pulse, followed by a third, and yet a fourth before Rick's pulses lost power and Candace's reactions lost synchronization with them -- although both continued, rocking their owners, for another few moments.
Rick unclenched his hands; Candace would have bruised hips, but at this point, she didn't care... As he staggered back and sat down in a chair beside her, Candace puffed out, "Now THAT was sex! God, Honey -- I don't think I've EVER popped like that!"
Rick stared at her, dazed. "I sure haven't! WOW!" He stopped himself from asking if it was always that good -- Candace had already answered THAT question! "I think my cock's busted -- I blew the head clean off!"
Candace giggled. "It's right there, Silly! Thank God, too! I'm gonna want MORE of THAT! Bring it over here, and I'll get it going again..."
Rick stood and walked over to Candace, who had rearranged herself to sit sideways on the lounger. Taking his still hard erection in her hand, she jacked it a bit, "Yeah, it still works -- see? I bet we could get two more times out of it, if we tried..."
Rick sighed in pleasure -- having someone else work on his cock was a LOT better than doing it himself! "I wonder how the others are doing..."
"Well, they're not back out here," Candace replied. "Lon isn't going to have any problems with Beth, but your mother..." She shook her head. "No news is probably good news. Toby's been surprising, actually, in how well he handles her."
"Yeah." Toby seemed to have the keys to his mother, somehow; Rick couldn't fathom it. It was a given that Lon wouldn't have done as well...
Candace could feel the results of Rick's distraction as a softening of his shaft. "Let's get ours, and let them handle themselves," she suggested, and leaned forward to envelope Rick's glans with her mouth.
"Aaahhh!" Rick grunted. "Good idea!"
Upstairs, the couple least likely were coupling madly; Toby was pounding his oversized penis into Jean's seemingly tiny pussy at a rate of a hundred and twenty strokes a minute -- and Jean was encouraging him by enthusiastically lifting her hips to meet him, her ankles wrapped around his ass, and making delighted grunts and whines. Toby's second insertion into Jean's vagina had gone a lot quicker than the first, so they had moved rapidly to a frantic -- almost abusive -- pace! Toby, having gotten his first big load out of the way, was distanced enough from the sensations to require more stimulation than just being inside Jean to get off -- and he was going like gangbusters, not really knowing enough about what he was doing to try to pace himself.
Jean, on the other hand, was on familiar ground -- or was she? Memory presented her with the gist of a thousand pleasant couplings with her husband -- but had any of them been like this? Were the memories dimmed by time, or was Toby providing something new -- something more intense, more special, more satisfying? She was riding a whirlwind, a bucking bronco, her crotch smashing against Toby's again and again with brutal force -- and she didn't care! She wasn't avoiding the impacts, she was adding impetus! It hurt -- but it was too good to stop; the pleasure seemed to use the pain as a foundation upon which to build itself ever higher...
There it was -- that feeling that fingers couldn't provide more than a weak substitute for -- and it wasn't sneaking up on her, either! It was stalking into her mind and taking charge, announcing the victory of physical pleasure over mundane mental objections and concerns -- and being extremely forceful about it!
Toby experienced this change through Jean's expression and reactions; she went from smiling while making little happy whining grunts to red-faced, her smile replaced by a look of incredible intensity while she seemed to be climbing onto his cock from below, her hips snapping. Then she mouthed 'Oh, God!' -- but nothing came out -- her eyes rolled up, and she went TOTALLY NUTS, literally hanging from him as she clutched him with both arms and both legs and ground her pussy into his pubic bone!! And somewhere in there -- Jeezus! -- she bit him on the neck!
For Jean, the light at the end of the tunnel was the headlight of the oncoming train! Her orgasm rolled right over her; she was incapable of thought, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure -- and her body reacted automatically, looking for the actions the enhanced and prolonged that pleasure. As for the bite -- was it a primal need to ensure that her pleasure-giver went nowhere, like the clutch of her limbs?
Jean's clutch lasted only a few seconds -- a half-dozen stunted strokes as Toby tried to keep his rhythm despite her clutch -- before she collapsed back onto the bed, eyes closed, moaning, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Her head snapped back and forth to the wash of the residual waves of pleasure. Toby dazedly resumed his rhythm, slowed somewhat by the shock from Jean's insane reactions and the need to recover from literally carrying her for those seconds that she clutched him while she peaked.
Concern for her had him somewhat off his stride, too -- had she had some kind of fit or something? Why did she bite him? What was that all about? Was this reaction of hers good or bad?
Jean resolved much of this concern when her eyes opened and she squealed, "Oh, Toby! God! That was...!" The way her eyes shone put things clearly in the 'good' column BEFORE she pulled him down to kiss him soundly.
Toby adjusted his position, continuing to hunch gamely into her through the kiss; when it was over, he resumed his original position on locked arms and asked, diffidently, "Should I stop?"
"Hmmm?" Jean smiled tenderly and brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, noticing in the process that a drop of sweat was rolling around the right lens of his eyeglasses. "You do whatever you want to, Dear -- you've just made my YEAR, I think... Have you cum?"
"Well, for God's sake, keep going until you do! You deserve a BIG one! Are you tired?"
"I can ride on top, if you like..."
Toby wasn't in any hurry to change things, though -- he felt like he could go on like this for hours! "No, it's okay. This is... good..." Good didn't really cover it, but...
"Well, you just rocked my world, Dear -- don't hurt yourself on MY account! But you should still get yours -- I'd feel just awful if you didn't!"
"No problem -- I'll get there..." Toby grinned. Then he sobered. "You bit me..."
"I DID?" Jean exclaimed. Toby cocked his head, exposing the bite mark. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I must have REALLY gotten carried away!" She shook her head. "I don't think I've EVER come that hard..."
"So you came? That's what happened?" Toby puffed.
"Oh, yes! Oh, WOW, yes! It was incredible!" Jean gushed.
Toby grinned from ear to ear. "Can you do it again?"
"If you keep THAT up..." Jean replied, then her eyes got distant as she got more in touch with her body, "Yes, definitely. But don't wear yourself out waiting on me!" Her eyes got fierce. "You get yours! If I make it again, it's gravy -- I've already gotten more than I ever expected!"
But Toby's eyes bored into hers and suddenly, he was all man again -- "Try anyway!" And he returned his attention to the action that Jean thought of as 'intercourse', but he termed 'sex'...
'Oh, God, he's pounding again!' Jean thought. 'He's bottoming out!' And at that point, she started paying attention to HER pleasure again... And it was right there, waiting...
Toby was working it; this was SOOO much better than jacking off that he couldn't even compare the two! And Jean was, well, enthusiastic... He'd heard about 'dead lays' -- and that was DEFINITELY not Jean! She was grinning again and her hips were moving and her pussy felt like a hot, wet glove, massaging his cock... 'Man, I can do this FOREVER!' Toby thought; it seemed like he had gotten a charge from the Energizer Bunny!
About a minute and a half later, things came to a head; Toby saw that shift in expression that told him that Jean was close again -- and at the same time, probably because he knew what he was seeing this time and got more excited, he began to feel that tickle that announced the arrival of his own orgasm. Frantically trying to bring Jean over the threshold before he lost control, Toby upped the ante again, working even harder to bring about their conclusion...
Jean was already there; she WOULD orgasm, one way or another -- the only question was how hard. Toby settled that; the answer was to be HARD! That final hammering attack caused Jean's eyes to pop and her mouth to open as Toby hit the boosters just as she slid over the peak... "AaaaaaAAAAAAAAHH!!!!"
She was climbing all over him again; her pussy was pulsing and her legs were hauling him against her even harder than he had been pounding before... Toby let go, boring into Jean and pouring semen into her, crushing her to him while he pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, a strained grunt the only sound possible to him...
Then they collapsed. Toby was sweat-soaked and the muscles that had propelled him while he was imitating a human pile-driver exacted their revenge, giving way and refusing to function. Jean came to herself with Toby collapsed atop her, apparently boneless, his lungs heaving as he tried to recover from the act. Fortunately he wasn't heavy... He wasn't asleep, either; his first panted words were, "Can't... move..."
"Shhhhh! Relax! Rest a bit..." Jean caressed her young lover's dark curls, content for the moment to lie beneath him.
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