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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 4 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: exhib

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 4

        Candace initiated the next round, more or less inadvertently.  The
barbeque luncheon went more or less normally; nobody could figure out how to
make eating sexy -- although Jean, in particular, felt that she'd been
devoured at least twice -- once by Toby and once by Lon!

        Beth put it out there a couple of times, deliberately putting
herself in positions that gave the boys a drop shot into her sizeable
cleavage -- but she was too chicken to observe the results.  If she had,
though, she'd have been embarrassed, but gratified; both Lon and Rick ogled
openly, and although Toby held himself aloof, he collected a few images.

        After lunch, there was a period of quiet while the males primarily
digested and the females primarily got control of the mess.  There was some
crossing of the lines -- Lon and Rick, in particular, did a bit of heavy
lifting -- but that was short-lived.  Toby was useless due to total
distraction, and Jean was almost as badly rattled by his regard.  "Maybe I
should change," she whispered to Candace.

        "Don't," Candace advised.  "In the first place, it's too late -- and
in the second, you'd be giving ground.  We can't push this thing down their
throats if we get chicken -- and that goes DOUBLE for YOU!  YOU need to take
whatever Toby dishes out, and be apparently ready for more..."

        "What if he tries to kiss me -- or mauls my breasts..."

        "Token resistance, more from surprise than anything else," Candace
instructed.  "The only way to get control of this is to let them run until
their consciences stop them!  If you try to pinch it off, they'll just think
they slipped up due to poor technique.  And if that happens, they'll just
regroup and go at it again.  And they'll get more and more determined..."

        "Okay, okay..." Jean sighed.  "What if Toby's conscience doesn't
stop him?"

        "Hon, he'll take 'no' for an answer -- in the extremity.  He's a
good boy; he won't rape you.  But you need to give him EVERY OPPORTUNITY to
stop himself if you don't want to have this fight every time he visits
Rick..."

        "All right..." Jean murmured feebly and moved off.

        Beth sidled up.  "What was THAT all about?"

        "Look, do I have to bullshit YOU, too?" Candace groused.  "Why do
YOU think we're here?"

        "Ummm, to see if the boys are serious about having sex with us?"
Beth answered tentatively.

        "And if they are?  What's your take on our reaction?" Candace
prompted.

        "I'm, uh..." Beth couldn't get it out.

        Candace assumed a look of disgust.  "I just had to prop Jean up
again with a fairy story about how we're trying to get the boys to think
with their big heads instead of their little heads.  Now, what's your plan
if -- as expected -- they continue to think with their little heads?"

        "I'm gonna let them," Beth husked.

        "That's my girl!" Candace chuckled approvingly.  "And how do we do
that?"

        "Ummm..."

        "You let them get away with things, Hon.  Nothing bolsters a boy's
ego like success...  Jean is seriously in the chicken zone, so I've got her
thinking that she has to roll over to give them enough rope to hang
themselves, but that's bullshit designed to keep her rationalizing until
she's too hot to stop.  YOU, on the other hand, KNOW what is going on here;
all you have to do is let the boys -- Lon, primarily, in your case -- have a
free hand..."

        "Whew!" Beth sighed.  "I was afraid that I was going to have to do
something complicated!"

        "Uh uh," Candace advised.  "For you, tactics can be summed up in
three words -- DON'T CHICKEN OUT!  Lon will undoubtedly handle everything
else..."

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        After cleanup, it was pool time; the boys jumped in for some
disorganized grab-ass while the women settled themselves in a loose cluster
at about neck-deep to relax and gab.  Lon, Rick, and Toby were doing this
dunk-tag thing, using the women as an obstacle to hide behind, when Candace
turned the game into grab ass for real by the simple expedient of goosing
Lon as he went by...

        "YIIII!!!  Hey!" Lon shrieked, leaping about a foot.  Everybody
laughed -- but Lon, cannily seeing the opportunity for what it was, grinned
and disappeared beneath the surface...

        "EEEEEK!"  Beth leaped a foot and tried to run, flopping forward
into the water when the big hand that had not only goosed her but got a grip
on her entire crotch impeded forward motion of her pubic mound and she
overbalanced.  In a moment, she was up, sputtering and spitting water and
trying to dog paddle -- but Lon STILL had a firm grip on the gusset of her
bikini bottoms!

        "Gotcha!" Lon grinned.

        "Lon!"  Beth struggled upright, but Lon STILL had a hand in her
crotch!  Normal procedure dictated that she should shriek in outrage and
make a scene extricating herself -- but that would expose his grip...  "You
scared the pants off of me!" she accused, bringing herself to a more
vertical position.

Lon just stood there, using her buoyancy to hold her, his arm rigid beneath
the water.  Upon hearing Beth's comment, he replied, "Oh?  Should I be
looking for them?" and made a production of peering into the depths,
grinning, while massaging Beth's nether lips with his hand.

Toby had seen enough; grinning, he took a breath and disappeared beneath the
surface.  He was wearing prescription goggles to minimize the limitation of
his poor eyesight, so he had an excellent view of Ma basically sitting on
Lon's hand as he shot by.  Circling, he bored in upon his prey...

"AWP!" Jean squealed as Toby's hand inserted itself at the juncture of her
thighs.  She made to take off, arms and legs pinwheeling -- then stopped,
suddenly...  The reason:  Toby's grip threatened to remove her thong!  Toby
had been very quick about the grab, and the thong was an absolutely
minimalist garment; as a result, two fingers went right past the narrow
strap that connected the crotch with the waistband in the back.  That left
Toby with his middle finger literally between Jean's spread labia and his
index and ring fingers tangled in the crotch; when Jean attempted to take
off, the garment obliged her to an extent by sliding off her hip bones and
going slack!  She froze -- Gawd, the thing was falling off!  She reached
down to grab the side straps...

Toby surfaced to get a lungful of air, possessing full knowledge of her
predicament.  Deliberately, he placed his other hand on her left ass cheek
and lifted her until she was no longer touching bottom.  Like Lon, he LOOKED
to be operating at arm's length and not touching anything, on the surface.
"Uh uh," he murmured, leaning in.

The maneuver left Jean with a requirement to move her arms as if she was
treading water to balance herself -- which necessitated letting go of the
thong, which was now flopping loosely around her thighs.  'Calm.  I need to
stay calm,' she thought.  "Um, Toby?  That's, ummm..."

"Yeah.  Kind of a mess..."  Toby shifted things -- Jean had been about to
say something on the order of 'not nice'.  "We're kind of tangled up -- if
you'll excuse us..."  Toby wrapped his arm around Jean's waist and started
backpedaling -- toward deeper water.

Candace, the only woman not yet attacked, examined her manicure.  "You might
as well take that skimpy thing off, Jean, before it gets damaged."  She was
tuning her senses for Rick, who HAD it be inbound...

He was, but he wasn't under water; instead, he had used the cover of the
others' splashing around to move silently up behind Candace, whose first
indication of his location was his voice in her ear, "Oh, really?  Is that
what YOU would do?"  He settled his hands on her hips from behind.

Time for a dare..."Yes, as a matter of fact.  Take 'em, if you have the
balls..." she murmured back.

Lon, who couldn't make out the conversation, saw Rick freeze, then acquire a
resolute expression.  Then he was gone, sinking below the surface.

What nobody saw -- but Candace felt -- was Rick hooking his thumbs in the
sides of her bikini bottoms!  When he dropped from sight, the bottoms
dropped, too, then hands directed her to lift her feet, one by one...  She
complied -- anything else was foolish, given her motive -- but Rick
surprised her, anyway, by putting his head between her legs and slowly
standing up, "Whoa!"  In a moment, she was virtually totally above the
surface, riding Rick's shoulders, her shaven pudenda hidden only because it
was pressed to the back of Rick's neck.

Rick waved Candace's bottoms above his head, ensuring that they were out of
her reach, "Toby!  Get a trophy, Man!"

Jean had been working hard at applying sweet reason to get out of her
predicament.  "It can't be that bad, Dear..."

"I think the crotch is wrapped around this finger two or three times," Toby
responded gravely, while wriggling the finger he had between her labia.
"Something's all wrapped around it..."

"Toby...."  Jean murmured, fighting to stay calm as distance and deeper
water gave him the confidence to shift his grip from her waist to her right
breast, "you're not playing fair!"

"There are rules?" Toby responded.  She didn't have to see his face to know
that he had an eyebrow quirked.  "Candace seems to think I deserve to keep
them..."

"Well, Candace is just instigating..."  But then they watched Rick disappear
and Candace's eyes pop -- then pop again as Rick rose beneath her.

"She just got a dose of her own medicine, it looks like to me!" Toby
insisted, his fingers massaging Jean's crotch.

"Toby..."  He was REALLY going too far...

"Shhhh!  Let me have them!" Toby insisted.

"I -- I..."  But she watched Beth turn sideways in Lon's grip, throwing her
left arm over his shoulder.  Lon's left shoulder dipped, and it didn't take
a genius to figure out what he was doing... especially when Beth pulled her
knees up to let him clear her feet!  "Okay."

"Do what Ma did," Toby directed.  He released her with his left arm and
lifted his right hand so she could clamber against him, turning, then
reached between her legs and pulled the tiny thing away, clearing her feet
just as Lon flung Beth's bottoms out of the pool and onto a lounger.

Jean turned to him, wide-eyed.  "You're not going to do that..."  But Toby's
hand was already moving; Jean watched the tiny blue swatch of fabric fly
off, crossing trajectories with Candace's bottoms as they, too, were flung
onto the pool deck.  "Damn!  You guys aren't playing fair!"  And he STILL
had his hand on her butt -- and three fingers of it massaging her crotch!

"You can always try to get mine," Toby argued.  "Do you want to ride my
shoulders or do you want me to let you go?"

"Uuh..."  Jean felt violated, but Lon and Candace were up to
something..."What are you guys doing?" she yelled across at Candace.

"Camel fights?" Lon replied.  Rick shrugged.  "I was more or less just
getting control of things, here, but..."

"Let's not," Jean pled.  "Getting out is going to be embarrassing enough
without riding shoulders!"

"Oh, I don't know," Candace argued.  "Only my ass shows..."

"I think my neck's getting gooey," Rick muttered under his breath, grinning.

"Serves you right!" Candace hissed back.

Beth, who had been preparing to mount Lon, glanced from couple to couple.
Jean made another pitch, "We can't exactly get even from up there..."

Candace snorted.  "She's right!  Let me down, Rick -- turnabouts is fair
play!"

"Huh!  IF you can catch us!" Rick replied and dropped, releasing Candace,
backing out and pinching her ass as she hit the water.  Candace came up
sputtering.

"I think you should release me..." Jean braced Toby.

"Fine."  He knew she wasn't into this like she had been into things on
Monday; time to give her space before he ruined things.  "Off you go!"  He
turned her, brought his hand up, forcing her prone, and shoved her off;
Jean, ready for the move, started swimming -- but she didn't get off Scot
free; Toby snatched at the tie on her top as she left his grip -- and
succeeded in undoing it.  Jean felt the tug, but it was gentle...

Lon sighed and released Beth.  "I guess you guys are going to have to gather
somewhere and connive about getting even..."  Beth nodded, but she was
lukewarm about it; Lon's hand was the first visitor to her furry crack in
some time, and she was perfectly happy to have it there...

On the other hand...  As she turned away, she suddenly realized that she DID
have an opportunity, if she moved quickly!  Beth spun and dived, going for
Lon's trunks.

Beth's delay in realization created a situation in which Lon was disarmed;
her turn on him was unexpected, to say the least!  Beth's audacity -- and
her compact structure -- won her the day; she managed to shuck him to calf-
level, then snatch him off his feet by tugging on the loosened suit.  Lon
went over backwards, yelling, with a loud splash; by the time he recovered,
Beth was ten feet away.  Nonetheless, one glance over her shoulder at the
pursuit (Lon was on the swim team -- she was hopelessly outclassed) and she
did the sensible thing, pitching the suit as far as she could -- which
turned out to be a considerable distance onto the pool deck!

"One down and two to go!" Candace crowed, pointing at Rick, "Get him!"  Beth
and Jean shifted directions and began to bear down on Rick.

"Tops!" Lon yelled.  "Get their tops!"

Candace glanced around; sure enough, Jean was slowing...  Exasperated, she
yelled , "Jean!"

"Well..." Jean replied, embarrassed.

"Look down, Honey -- you're already bare!"

Sure enough, Jean's miniscule top was a streamer extending itself between
her small cones -- and covering exactly nothing.  Toby's release of the back
strap had turned it into a neckerchief.  "AWWWWWW!" Jean yelled, and took
off -- going for Toby!

Candace shook her head, 'Ah, well...'  She waved hand signals at Beth,
coordinating their attack.

Lon did similar, directing Rick to head for the shallows.  He wanted the
women in a position that left them exposed when they lost their tops;
whether they actually got Rick's suit of was irrelevant -- except that it
was a good thing, properly orchestrated!  Rick nodded, grinning, and Lon
shifted to his crawl, Beth in his sights.

Beth heard him, turned, and, picking him up visually, made shift to escape
-- but she was 'way too late, and trying to swim only gave Lon a grip on her
ankle.  Pulling on that got her dunked and Lon a position straddling her;
after that, the loss of the top was a foregone conclusion.  She bucked and
squealed, but the frog ties at the back of the top gave under Lon's hands,
and it went flying, exposing Beth's natural Mae West.

At that point, Rick turned on Candace, and they went into a clinch.  Rick's
hands went to the fasteners of Candace's top, while Candace snatched at the
drawstring of Rick's suit.  "NOW, who doesn't have any balls?" Rick asked,
grinning.

"Aw, you looked!" Candace retorted, and dropped to her knees, taking Rick's
trunks with her.  Rick clutched her to him to stabilize her while he undid
her top -- which had a side effect of pressing her face against his crotch!
Once the fastenings were undone, Rick released her, hanging onto his trophy
-- but Candace hung around, finding Rick's erection by touch and fondling
it.

This threw Rick off -- he missed the pool edge with his toss -- but
turnabouts was fair play, so he collected a soft, pliable breast as Candace
surfaced.  Candace shook her hair out of her eyes and favored Rick with a
predatory look, not rising, but maintaining only her head above water.
"Give me the trunks..." she murmured, jacking him.

Rick's trunks were on the pool bottom, but his feet were still in them --
and he had a double-handful of soft breast and rubbery nipple!  "Why should
I?  What do I get out of it?"

"This!" Candace smiled, then ducked her head under water.  Rick hissed as
his glans was engulfed by a hot, wet mouth, a frisky tongue washing the
underside.  It didn't last long -- it couldn't -- but Rick took it for the
promissory note that it was and stepped out of his trunks as Candace
resurfaced, grinning.

"That was, umm, gutsy..." Rick whispered.

"But not unwelcome," Candace's eyes simmered.  Rick's trunks surfaced next
to her and she grabbed them without unlocking her gaze from Rick's eyes.

"No," he admitted.  "Not unwelcome.  Anything but, I'd say..."  The two of
them shared a smile.  'Lon's grand plan is working, after all!' Rick
reflected.

Meanwhile, Beth rose beneath Lon, unseating him -- but he was prepared for
it, leaning forward and collecting a soft handful of breast tissue in each
hand.  This let him get his legs back down over her hips so he could stand
while pressing his erection against the crack of Beth's plush ass.  Beth
reached a standing position and froze, taking stock.  "A little brave,
aren't we?" she husked.

"Are we?" Lon replied, leaning forward to lick her ear while grinding his
penis between her cheeks.

"Uhhh, yeah, I think so..." Beth grunted -- but she didn't move.  The
attention was VERY welcome -- and more than she deserved, actually, in her
opinion; it could last only moments, so why not savor it?  If Lon wasn't a
horny teen, he'd have ignored her completely...

This wasn't exactly the case; Lon had had a thing for Beth FOREVER.  Some of
it was a certain self-centered belief that chunky chicks were probably
easier to get, but part of it was fascination with those fleshy loaves in
his hands.  Lon felt that stocky girls would be better able to take the
pounding he would give them; tiny, stick figures like Jean might break while
he was rounding third and heading for home.  Beth would have been surprised
to find out that Lon found the bulge of her belly to be erotic, womanly.
Mama had the same bulge -- a bit smaller, perhaps, but it was there.  Jean
didn't, but then Jean was rail-thin, too...  "Okay, maybe," Lon admitted,
not moving.  "You can't win if you don't play..."

"We're... real visible," Beth hedged.

"And if we weren't?" Lon asked.  "Never mind..."  He knew the answer; Beth
STILL hadn't moved.  "Let's go to deeper water..."

At the deep end, Toby was experiencing 'mad as a wet hen' from Jean, having
moved to a corner and held his position, treading water, while she swam to
his vicinity.  "Why do you have to do that?" she whined.

"What?" Toby asked.

"Embarrass me like that!"

"You're not EVEN alone," Toby replied, pointing behind her with his chin,
"Nobody else has a top on...  Heck, nobody but me has bottoms!"

Jean turned to look.  Rick's trunks were in mid-air, and Beth seemed to be
wearing Lon's hands for a bra...  "Well..."

"Give me your top, and I'll let you have my trunks," Toby said gently.
"That's the way the negotiations have been going..."

"Who decided we were skinny-dipping?" Jean wondered aloud, exasperated.

Toby shrugged.  "It just happened.  But we might as well join the others..."
He undid his drawstring with one hand and his trunks started slipping almost
immediately.  Kicking his legs a bit brought them to a point where they were
pinned between his ankles.

"I don't want to dunk again," Jean complained.  She really wasn't the
world's most comfortable swimmer.

"Wrap your legs around my waist and I'll keep us afloat," Toby offered.

"You can do that?" Jean asked suspiciously.

"Yes."  Toby was matter-of-fact about it.

"When do I get your trunks?"

"After."

"Promise?"  Jean was petulant; Toby was reminded of a twelve-year-old.

"Promise."

"Okay."  She really had NOTHING to lose...  She swam to him, took his hands,
and used them to shift her torso toward him.

Toby let go of her hands as soon as her feet passed his hips, reaching
behind himself for the pool edge.  At he same time, he let go of his trunks
and began to tread water.  Jean, nervous, clamped down, using her legs to
draw herself against him -- and found herself pressed to his erection!
"Toby!"

"Yes?"  The voice was all innocence, but the gleam in his eyes was
malicious.

"Y--you're naked!"

"Riiiiight..."  He nodded.  "So is everyone else!  Give me the top..."

"All right."  'Dammit, he's NAKED!  An inch or two, and...'  She pulled the
neck of the top over her head, one-handed, and held it out; Toby let go of
the edge with one hand and took it, tossing it away in the same motion.

Jean made to let go and kick off, but Toby's free hand settled on her ass,
holding her against him.  "Stay.  The trunks are floating up."

"I shouldn't..."

"Shhh.  We're beyond that."

"No we're not," Jean argued, "And even if we are..."  She shut up and
clutched him; Toby pushed off from the pool edge, imparting a spin, then
grabbed the edge again with both hands when their position was reversed.
Jean found herself trapped between him and the pool wall.  "There they are,"
he noted, glancing to his right, where his trunks drifted lazily.  "Well?"

Jean unclutched an arm and collected the trunks with her left hand, eyeing
him as she flipped them over her shoulder.  Toby just smiled.  Bracing his
feet against the poolside, he initiated a bounce.

'Oh shit!' Jean worried.  She HAD to clutch herself to him -- there just
wasn't that much room -- and he was bumping her, sliding his hot hardness
against her crotch, bumping her clit, rubbing himself between her open
lips...  "Toby, no!"

"Why are you doing this?" Toby asked.

"What?"

"Lying..."

"It's NOT right!" Jean insisted.  Meanwhile, the rhythm continued...

"What's not right about it?" Toby asked, almost conversationally, thinking,
'Calm.  If she gets upset, it's all over.  Sweet reason.'

"You're too young..."

"I don't think so.  It all works just fine, trust me..."  He leaned in and
put his lips on her neck, causing her skin to tingle.

"That's not what I mean," Jean said desperately.  "The law..."

"The law says I'm over sixteen.  Besides, what they don't know won't hurt
them."  The lips returned.

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