Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 12 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mmF oral
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 12
Work sucked -- especially since Jean couldn't seem to escape
thinking about the adventure of the previous day. She KNEW what was RIGHT
-- but that didn't make it EASY! Toby had opened her little box -- the one
she had kept sex in since Hugh's death -- and now it was out there, the need
to have something long and thick in her vagina, pushing and pulling at her
inner lining and tweaking her clitoris. Fingers weren't enough -- and toys
were too cold and impersonal. She wanted a penis -- regularly. Knowing
that she could actually get one made things worse, instead of better --
because available or not, she shouldn't be touching either of the penises
most easily acquired!
For the thirteenth time, Jean fished the morning after pill Beth had
given her out of her purse. Did she need it? Probably not. Did she want
to take it? No. Why? Oddly, THAT question was the one she couldn't answer
-- all she knew was that she had this gut feeling that she shouldn't. It
wasn't a religious quibble, or anything moral -- she was pro-choice -- but
every time she got ready to take that pill, something stopped her. It
wasn't logical -- after all, there WAS an outside chance that Toby had
impregnated her. God knew that he had cum in her with his glans pressed
right up against her cervix -- a situation likely to flood her uterus with
semen like spitting them through a soda straw -- but the chances were --
what -- one in almost three hundred? On the other hand, though, why not be
safe? Jean didn't know why, but she just couldn't bring herself to use that
pill...
She vowed to talk to Candace about going out with her again -- that
way, she could meet a man, maybe... Beth could go along, too -- that would
help her out. Problem was, Candace hadn't shown any inclination to see
sense that morning. Beth was smarter about it, Jean hoped, but there were
no guarantees. God knew that if Candace wouldn't stop seeing the boys, Beth
would probably waver; their assumption that the whole thing could be kept
under wraps was just wishful thinking. Nothing would have pleased Jean more
than for her to be able to take Toby -- and maybe Lon -- into her bed on a
regular basis -- but that way led to disaster! She vowed to stop by Beth's
on Saturday and buck her up before Candace led her down the garden path --
it was just about the only thing she could do, under the circumstances --
that and have another heart-to-heart talk with Rick...
Of course, none of these fine sentiments helped the itch between
Jean's legs one bit...
Meanwhile, Beth's situation was already putting her beyond Jean's
control. She had finished voiding her second enema and squirted just a dab
of lubricant into her anal passage to smooth the way for whichever one of
the boys might use it -- not enough to make it frictionless, just enough to
ease penetration. Looking in the mirror, she brushed her hair, then her
teeth, making a wry face in the mirror at her foolishness. This was dumb --
she should send the boys back out the door -- but she couldn't. The urge
was too strong; besides, Lon had already had her, and he knew too much, she
added in self-justification. The mere fact that he had dragged Rick along
told her that he was not going to be put off easily -- why fight it? Beth
took one more look in the mirror, fluffed her hair, and addressed her image,
"You ugly old hag -- you don't deserve the blessing you're about to receive.
Get your big fat ass out there and give those boys what they came for!"
Nude, she threw her shoulders back, opened the bathroom door, and went in
search of her guests.
Lon was sitting on the kitchen table, talking to Rick. Beth
frowned; that was kind of tacky, but then Lon always came off as casual.
"Lon, Dear, I don't think I'd trust that table to sit on like that..."
"No?" Lon looked up, collected Beth's ongoing nudity, and smiled.
"If you say so." He stood. "How are you?"
"I am... fine..." Beth replied.
"Did everything come out all right?" Lon wiggled his eyebrows at
his wit.
"Yes." Beth blushed.
"Come here, then," Lon directed, then stopped himself, suddenly
realizing that he had been about to ask her what she wanted to do -- and
that wasn't the purpose of the exercise! "Bring me those tits..." he
substituted. Beth came forward, diffident, but put herself in reach and did
nothing when he reached out to cradle her heavy breasts in his hands. "Come
here, Dude," he said over his shoulder to Rick. "Check these out..."
Rick got up and circled the table on the right; Lon surrendered
Beth's left breast to him. "Nice," Rick observed. "They're different from
your mother's."
"Yeah," Lon agreed, "Mama's are more like cones; these are rounder
-- and they're a LOT bigger than Jean's! What about the feel?"
Rick was watching Beth as she stood there, stoic, while two young
men fondled her breasts, "About the same, I think. Heavier, certainly." He
addressed Beth, "How does this feel?"
"Nice," she replied. "Not super exciting, but nice."
"What would make it better?" Rick asked.
"Uhm, if you played with my nipples?" Instantly both of her fat
brown nipples had fingers attached, mauling them, teasing them into
stiffness. "Yeah..." Beth's knees felt weak.
"I don't really get why you're just standing there, letting us do
this," Rick murmured. Beth continued to stand there, hands at her sides --
although they were opening and closing in a way that indicated that she
perhaps wished she was using them.
Beth shrugged. "Lon already knows I'm there for him, whenever..."
she husked. "Playing coy would be silly..."
"Maybe, but you're just taking it," Rick observed.
"Bad habits," Beth grunted. The nipple twisting had her positively
leaky. "I'm... used to... accepting whatever attention... I can get..."
Lon flicked a significant glance at Rick. "Show and Tell is good,
but I bet Rick would like some of that premium lip service on his prick..."
"Premium? I'm just an old fat woman..." But Beth sank to her knees
before Rick and began undoing the tie to his swim trunks. Lon waved the
hand that wasn't still holding a heavy breast and shrugged as if to say,
'See?'
Rick nodded, distracted; it took no time at all to shuck him out of
his swim trunks, and a hot, wet mouth was already surrounding his cock.
"Seems premium to me," he croaked, "Ahhhh!" Beth just smiled around his
shaft.
"You need to split your attention," Lon directed. Beth looked up at
him and moved her hands to the fly of his jeans while continuing to suckle
and tongue Rick's glans. She couldn't bob her head, but she didn't let that
stop her... In a moment, she had Lon's jeans to his knees; she couldn't get
them off without disengaging from Rick's cock, and she was reluctant to do
that -- it was sweet...
Lon took the initiative at that point, finishing the removal of his
jeans. Beth turned her attention to Lon's uncut length as soon as it was
available, shifting to jacking Rick while her mouth gave Lon's glans good
reason to extend itself from beneath his foreskin. Lon's cock was
noticeably bigger than Rick's -- which in Beth's experience was 'average' --
something her ex-husband Roy had missed by probably three-quarters of an
inch. Maybe that was why Roy had been the way he was...
Rick ramped up Beth's embarrassment, "You know, I really expected
you to, like, tell us this is all wrong..."
Beth removed her mouth from Lon's cock, substituting a moving hand
while she answered. "I... can't," she admitted, looking up at Rick, her
face pink with shame. "I just can't pass up the opportunity -- I'm not
strong enough. It IS wrong, I guess, but I'm not your mother -- I have gone
without for too long and I miss it too badly to be able to say no..."
Events would take care of themselves, Beth figured -- something would happen
to end it without her having to do anything. In the meantime, she would
reap whatever joy she could from the situation before things crashed... She
had nothing else to say, so she resumed sucking -- Rick, again, this time.
"Well, I'm not complaining," Rick said lamely. The LAST thing he
wanted was for Beth to stop sucking him! The difference was night and day
between Beth and Candace; obviously, either Candace didn't know a whole lot
about sucking cock, or she didn't care! Beth's mouth was a soft, wet vacuum
that worked him rhythmically from tip to root, whereas Candace had mostly
worked the head and an inch or two beyond. The attitude was different, too
-- with Candace, a blowjob was warm-up for something else, and didn't get
finished, while Beth seemed to be trying her best to get his cum... The
sensations were intense; he could feel his balls drawing up -- but then Beth
switched to Lon! "Awww!!!"
"Mmph?" Beth questioned him with her eyes, primarily, as her mouth
was now full of Lon.
"I was THAT CLOSE!" Rick whined, measuring an extremely short
distance between finger and thumb while hopping from foot to foot as she
jacked him.
Beth looked a question at Lon, who grunted, "Finish him. Then you
can concentrate on ME!" Beth did as instructed, turning and re-engulfing
Rick. "Give her the load in her mouth, Man," Lon admonished Rick, "She
likes the taste. Later, you can blow down her throat if you want -- but let
her have the first one."
"Yeah, okay," Rick grunted, thoroughly distracted. The couple of
seconds of downtime gave him some limited control, allowing him to extend
things, but he was still a good distance along.
Lon grinned, knowing that Rick wasn't going to last that long.
"Grab her head, Man -- play her! Just remember what I said about letting
her taste it..."
Rick gingerly laced his fingers in the back of Beth's neck and
exerted a little pressure -- but Beth was ALREADY swallowing him whole, so
it was kind of a waste, except for the feeling of power it imparted.
Beth didn't care; in fact, she liked it. Shame that she lacked the
will to do what she considered to be the right thing was present in her, but
it was papered over by the joy of having two cocks -- young, virile, hard
cocks! -- in her hands and in her mouth! She was almost purring, and her
pussy was a swamp! God, this was WONDERFUL! Only occasionally had Roy
'abused' her with more than one cock to service -- and on those occasions
she had carefully projected the impression that it humiliated her -- but the
fact was that Beth was a gang-bang babe who loved taking more than one cock!
Her response pattern allowed her to orgasm again and again without becoming
exhausted -- and while that meant she was multi-orgasmic for one partner, it
ALSO meant that she could outlast more than one! Now, she had TWO cocks to
play with, both on hung young guys who should be able to go quite a distance
with her; the whole thing eclipsed yesterday's dream by a serious margin!
She'd have 'settled' for sex with Lon again -- although she didn't expect to
get THAT more than a few times -- but she'd never expected to be in the
presence of more than one hard cock again, and there was NO WAY she was
going to do ANYTHING LESS than service BOTH of them to the best of her
ability! So when Rick pulled her into his crotch, Beth not only didn't
resist, she set up a happy little hum at the feel of the fleshy rod entering
her throat under Rick's control.
"Holy shit!" Rick gasped. Beth had a doctorate in cock sucking --
that was for sure! As if the feel of his cock head passing into her throat
wasn't sweet enough, the humming originated right there at his most
sensitive spot! "Jeezus, I'm gonna juice!" he wailed, his knees jumping
with the urge to try to bury himself even further in Beth's hot orifice.
"Back off, Man! Juice in her mouth! Let her have HER fun, too!"
Lon admonished.
"Yeah... Yeah..." Rick managed somehow to unclench his fingers and
Beth backed off to the point that her lips wrapped around the sensitive
flange of his glans -- but she kept up the hum, and washed the sensitive
underside of his dick with her tongue while gazing at him with adoring eyes.
Rick's waved his hands, clenching and unclenching them as his balls crawled
right up inside him and his cock swelled until he thought the skin would
split -- and then fired seed at the back of Beth's throat like a linear
accelerator! "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! JEEEEEZUS!!!!" Both hands settled on
Beth's shoulders and squeezed while he hunched over her, blasting wave after
wave into that hot cavern.
Beth sucked and slurped and swallowed happily; Rick's seed was
creamy and thick and she could almost feel the individual little wigglers on
her tongue like tiny tadpoles, clumping in his juice! God, it was good!
She couldn't get enough! She sucked voraciously, working to get more of
Rick's product as his initial spasms gave way to less productive ones.
Rick came back to the world to the sight of Lon grinning from ear to
ear before him. "Man, I hope I don't look like that when I cum!" Lon
laughed. "The faces you make!"
Rick shook his head. "What your face is doing is the LAST thing you
worry about while you're getting one of THOSE! Man, she's INCREDIBLE! I
bet she REALLY CAN suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!" Gently, he pushed
Beth away from his suddenly over-sensitive cock.
Beth actually whined petulantly before she caught herself; having
the blowjob end wasn't something she wanted, even though she HAD collected
her reward.
Lon chuckled on hearing her. "She TOLD me yesterday that she was a
slut -- making sounds like that after being throat-fucked pretty much proves
it. Come here, Slut -- I've got another load for you..."
Beth blushed crimson, but she wasn't going to argue with Lon over a
characterization that she had put in his head -- and she CERTAINLY wasn't
going to turn down his sweet cock! She shifted to her right and collected
Lon's length, jacking him to expose his glans, and sucked him in without any
comment on his remarks.
Rick asked Lon, "How many blowjobs have you had?"
"Only a couple," Lon grunted, distracted.
"Anybody besides Beth?"
"No."
"You're gonna be disappointed next time, I bet," Rick hazarded.
"Huh?" Lon gasped. It was hard to think about much of anything with
Beth working him over like she was...
"I've had two," Rick amplified, "and I thought your mother was good
-- but Beth blows her out of the water!"
"Huh!" Lon replied, burying his fingers in Beth's hair as she
started corkscrewing her lips on his shaft. "Well, I won't be getting head
from Mama. I'm not surprised, though -- giving head doesn't do much for
her, so it wouldn't be high on her list. Aaaahhh!" He could SWEAR that
Beth had managed to lick his balls with her nose in his pubes!
Beth had done just that; it wasn't easy, but it was in her
repertoire. She was long-stroking Lon with her mouth, her lips making the
full journey from tip to root and back rather than just working short areas,
but she stopped occasionally for a little extra on either end. At the tip,
she tried to work her tongue under Lon's foreskin; at the root, she tried to
get her tongue out past his embedded length to wet his scrotum. Old
techniques were coming back, just like riding a bicycle...
Lon's excitement was getting the better of him -- and as a result,
the blowjob was turning into a face-fuck as Lon took control of the speed
and depth of Beth's efforts. That wouldn't have been new territory, either,
since Roy had done that kind of thing to Beth regularly -- but Lon was a
good bit bigger than Roy had been! Beth found herself choking and gagging,
red-faced, and drooling copiously.
"Jeez, Dude!" Rick exclaimed. "Give her a break before you choke
her to death!"
Lon stopped halfway in and eyed Beth critically. "You all right?"
"Uhm huhm," Beth got out around his shaft.
"Grab my arm if it gets too bad," Lon directed. "I've got something
going here..." He went back to throat-fucking Beth, controlling her head
and dragging her onto him while simultaneously snapping his hips to sink his
log in her throat.
Beth's eyes watered. Spit was pouring from her and her lips were
taking a beating -- but a lot of that was familiar, except perhaps for
intensity. This was just like the good old days with Roy... Her throat was
taking a beating, too, and she'd probably be hoarse, afterward -- but she
was wet between the legs. It wasn't pleasant, but then Beth knew that
fellatio wasn't about GETTING pleasure -- it was about GIVING pleasure; the
primary rewards were a sense of accomplishment, the happiness of reflected
joy, and a mouthful of semen...
Fortunately, Lon was in the fast lane; maybe thirty seconds elapsed
before he hunched over her, locking up, grunted, "HUUUUUNNNGH!!!" and
started pouring semen down her throat. Beth missed the first blast -- Lon
was buried deep for it -- but managed to get him to back off and pour
successive pulses into her mouth, rather than straight down her gullet.
"Uh, yeah, sorry..." he gasped when he got the hint she provided by pushing
at his thighs with both hands. Still, she nearly choked on the wonderful
stuff before she got control of her mouth and throat.
Rick, watching her, observed, "She likes cum, Man. I'm sure THAT's
important..."
"Yeah..." Lon was busy recovering; the throat fuck had been
STUPENDOUS! As to whether Beth gave better head than Mama -- so what? He
kind of hoped she did, since he wasn't going to be getting head from Mama...
"Let's go get comfortable -- I don't want to fuck in the kitchen."
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Candace and Toby were in Candace's car, headed for Beth's. Once the
conversation was over, Toby had proven to be superb as a lover -- but
Candace was bothered that he had never granted control to her -- and she had
perversely enjoyed it that way. Normally, when she had sex, things got done
her way; if she felt like it, she would grant requests, but in general she
said who, she said where, she said how... Toby hadn't allowed that. From
the moment she'd inexplicably started trying to deep-throat him, Toby ran
things, directing her to do whatever he wanted and brooking no arguments.
And it had been just fine -- good, in fact!
Previously, Candace had understood dominance intuitively and
submission only in theory, the operative thought process any time she was
presented with submissive behavior being, 'You won't get ME to do THAT!'
Her few forays into BDSM culture had been under the tutelage of a male
Dominant and operating on a female submissive, and the Dom had never sought
to control her -- or had he? Had she been a Domme in training, or first
slave? No, the Dom had directed her activities, but he had never challenged
her directly. So what was up with Toby? Why did she, well, submit to him?
Was it just the fact that she needed his support and approval to control
Beth? Her gut said 'no'...
They'd had missionary-style sex -- okay, maybe not quite, since Toby
was standing up beside the bed and she was lying on it, but it was close.
Candace didn't do missionary much -- she preferred to be on top. But Toby
had made it good -- oddly, by refusing to respond to her various bouts of
begging and pleading and cajoling, and doing his own thing instead. He'd
frustrated her to death at some points, slowing down or shifting his stance
so he impacted her differently at the last moment before she was to get her
cum -- but the virtual insanity of her frustration had made the peaks he DID
allow her even more intense, and she'd gotten three that exhausted her so
much that she'd barely been able to hold it together so he could cum in her
before she collapsed. Maybe the worst thing was the psychological warfare
-- when he did those things that denied her orgasm, he added to her
frustration by making it clear that he was doing it deliberately! Candace
figured that Rick was going to catch Hell the next time they had sex -- she
was going to need some self-validation. But for now, Toby -- cute, myopic,
quiet little Toby -- was in charge. Actually, that description didn't
really reflect the creature sitting beside her; she suspected that sometime
that afternoon, the real Toby had come out of his cocoon and the Toby
everyone thought they knew was gone forever.
Toby wasn't so sure; the afternoon had been just -- weird. The
patina of confident control he was exuding was a thin shell over a LOT of
uncertainty; Toby was winging it. Having observed Pa lording it over Ma on
numerous occasions, he had a gist of what he was supposed to be doing, but
it was more of a gut feeling than anything else -- besides, Pa hadn't always
done things right, and it was up to Toby to figure out where he slipped up
-- by guessing, apparently.
Candace had set him off but good, asking those questions about Pa
and his methods -- Toby had watched his father put his mother through those
hoops, impotent to do anything about the massive injustice of the whole
situation. That had made it easy to hate and dismiss his father when he
left, which had perhaps eased his childhood somewhat. When Candace took the
blinders off, however, that was when things got strange. Suddenly, all
manner of odd things began to make sense -- particularly Ma's odd behavior.
But there were other things, like his odd connection with Jean and Candace's
odd reaction to him when he got angry. Now, of course, that anger was gone
-- but it left behind a whole new set of imperatives. Toby didn't know what
he was going to do about his friends, but the paths to dealing with Candace
and Ma were clear -- and the path to dealing with Jean was, too, basically.
Candace, he would control -- and Ma, too, through Candace. Jean was another
matter -- maybe. He had no intention of CONTROLLING Jean, but he WOULD
break down her defenses...
The upcoming confrontation was something he didn't have detailed
plans for -- but he knew generally how he was going to handle it. Candace
probably thought she had a handle on what he was going to do, too -- and
that was a bad thing, so he was going to have to be sure to do something
unpredictable...
Candace glanced at Toby sidelong, wondering just what kind of
monster she had created. He hadn't said a word since they'd gotten into the
car... What do you do about someone who was less experienced, but arguably
smarter than yourself? Once you're in the net, how do you get back out?
That would have to wait; things were moving too quickly to be playing chess
in your head.... "There is a camera in the glovebox," she murmured.
Toby nodded, turning his attention to her. "You need pictures?"
"It will make things easier," she replied.
"It will also be visible evidence that could fall into the wrong
hands," Toby pointed out.
"Yes." Candace thought furiously. "Well, I don't have to keep them
-- we can erase them, after, as long as Beth doesn't know."
"Yes..." 'Not just Ma, though,' thought Toby. Others should be
incriminated, too, to make it all effective. Since she was planning to
delete the pictures, it should be simple to get Candace to agree to have
other pictures taken, too... Perfect. Toby made a show of taking out the
camera, slipping the memory card out of it, and tossing the card into the
glovebox before reassembling the camera; what Candace DIDN'T see, since she
was driving, was that he palmed the memory card and tossed something ELSE --
an ink pen cap -- into the glovebox and reassembled the camera with the
memory card installed after all. "We'll just take a lot of pics with an
empty camera and let everyone draw their own conclusions," Toby chuckled.
"Good!" Candace wasn't THAT happy about the whole thing -- she'd
REALLY wanted pictures -- but the threat should hold Beth, especially since
she really WANTED to be controlled... She grimaced to herself; Toby had
outsmarted her again...
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The walk to Beth's bedroom had taken all of ten seconds; Lon ordered
Beth onto the bed and the males got out of any remaining clothing, then
joined her there. Beth lay on her back with her knees up and spread, a teen
male on either side mauling a breast while she jacked their cocks -- Heaven!
"Now what do you want?" she asked.
"Rick probably wants to plow you," Lon replied, being deliberately
gauche.
Beth failed to rise to the bait. "Do you?" she asked, turning to
regard Rick.
"Yeah..." Rick shrugged. Of COURSE he wanted to fuck her...
"How do you want me?" Beth asked.
'That's it?' Rick thought. No shock at his audacity -- no upset, no
withdrawal. Just a calm question about positioning. "Like that is good, I
guess," he hazarded. "I can just crawl up and..."
"That will work," Beth agreed, adding, "I can't wait!"
"Really?" Rick didn't let the question stop him from crawling
between her legs.
"Oh, yes!" Beth insisted. "I'm soaking wet from sucking... I
REALLY need it!"
Rick began rubbing his cock against Beth's pussy, taking in the
sight as he did so. Beth still had fur there -- something Candace had
gotten rid of -- and her twat was thicker and meatier. It was also pinkly
open, visibly wet, and felt wonderful against his sensitive glans. "I just
can't believe how you just..."
"Rick, Honey, it's simple," Beth replied. "I want it. YOU want it.
As long as both of those statements are true, I believe that I should do
everything I can to get as much as I can -- because I don't think it is
going to last..." She locked eyes with him, her expression one of great
sincerity, "I'd be a fool to pass up what may be my last chance, ever..."
"Last chance?" Rick frowned, but it was hard ignoring the pleasure
as his cock began sinking into the chunky woman. "I don't understand --
getting sex can't be THAT hard for a woman -- ANY woman!"
"Oh, God, that's SOOOO nice!" Beth exclaimed, then panted out as
Rick started stroking, "Before yesterday, I hadn't had a man in six years!"
Thinking was getting difficult; Rick was doing too much feeling.
"But why? Lots of guys would fuck you if they knew..."
"You're so sweet!" Beth beamed. "You are now, and that's good
enough. Fuck me, please? Hard?"
A reply didn't seem to be required, other than driving his cock into
her again and again. The girls Rick knew had a thousand things on their
minds, some of which involved LOOKING sexy -- but not one of them had ever
said 'Fuck me!' If there were women out there that did without... Rick had
to give up -- he didn't have any more spare capacity; pleasure was taking it
all.
Feeling left out, Lon crawled up next to Beth's head and presented
his joint. "Suck, Slut!"
Beth didn't argue; she collected his length in her hand and brought
her mouth to it. Rick glared at Lon -- it didn't seem necessary that he be
nasty about it -- but Lon gave him a wink and a small wave, as if to say,
'It's all part of the show...' Lon was beginning to get what was going on
in Beth's head, but Rick was still tied up with being nice and appreciating
what he was getting. Lon appreciated it, too -- but Mama had been clear
that he should act as if he owned it. Since Beth wasn't broadcasting a
major case of hurt feelings...
Beth's feelings were fine; she was expecting some attitude from Lon.
If it was the price she had to pay to feel a cock in her pussy and another
in her mouth, she was glad to pay it. She jacked and slurped happily on
Lon's thick meat as Rick's pounding of her pussy inflated the bubble of her
first orgasm of the afternoon.
This setup went on for a half a minute or so, but Lon was
dissatisfied; he wasn't getting a lot of depth, and while Beth's mouth felt
GREAT, he knew he wouldn't get a nut from the current action. Besides, Beth
was forgetting to suck... "This isn't working," he grunted.
"Hmmm?" Beth's eyes were glassy. "Oh! Sorry!" She tried to shift
her attention to Lon, but things on the other end were just too good, "Oh!
Oh! OH, GAWD!" The shock waves of her first orgasm of the afternoon poured
over her. She crashed for a moment -- something that Lon had already
learned to recognize -- but then she was back, crooning to Rick while she
rubbed his arms and shoulders, "Oh, Baby, that was SOOOO GOOD! Fuck me!"
Lon grinned; you could see Rick's ego puffing up. "We still need to
do something..."
Beth was now at a point in her cycle where her mental processes
worked, more or less. "I'm sorry, Lon! Ummmm, how about if we hang my head
over..."
"Yeah, that sounds good," Lon agreed. "Dude, we need to swing her
around here..." he directed Rick.
Rick glared. If Lon fucked up his ride... But Beth was already
floundering, so he stopped to assist. They got Beth repositioned so her
head was hanging over the side of the bed and Lon squatted a bit and began
feeding his long joint into her mouth. "Try not to choke her to death,"
Rick admonished. "I'm gonna want to fuck her again."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lon rasped. Beth put her hands on his hips, but
didn't try to control him; Lon recognized it as a safety measure. He
started moving in and out of her mouth, slow and short for starters.
Beth was in Heaven! It had been a long time since she'd been used
like this; Toby had been twelve, maybe. Roy had brought a couple of guys
home from some place where he'd apparently offered a fuck from her to stay
in a poker game and lost -- twice -- probably deliberately. Beth had acted
humiliated, but the taste of strange cum and the feeling of having two of
her hungry holes filled at once had been marvelous! Besides, both of them
were bigger than Roy... Muzzily, she reflected that Lon was being spoiled;
an average girl wasn't going to be able to satisfy him orally, the way
things were going... She forgot about everything except hunching her pussy
up to Rick and encouraging Lon to go deep at that point -- another orgasm
was coming!