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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 6 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 mast mF 1st

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 6

        Jean wasn't really fooled, either; Candace's movements and her
spastic clutching of her lounger went beyond mere pleasure at a massage.
Despite the fact that Jean couldn't see her expression, she was sure of what
the rest of her reactions represented -- and it brought her to the point of
desperation!

        Candace shuddered a few more times, relaxed, stretched, and turned
over, smiling at Beth.  Looking up at Rick over her other shoulder (facing
Jean), she murmured, "Now do my back..." adding a grin at Jean.

        Jean had had enough!  Lurching bolt-upright, she stuttered, "I--I've
got to... go do some things..."

        Again, Toby got it; Jean was strung out to her maximum, but there
was no way that she was going to do ANYTHING in public!  That being the
case, Toby didn't try to pin her to the lounger, but instead gave her a hand
to rise from the chair -- and didn't let go.

        Candace knew what was up, too -- and this looked like it might
simplify things.  Therefore, she got off Jean's back, murmuring, "All right,
Honey -- you run along and take care of things.  Toby, why don't you go with
her?"

        Jean's relief at her release was so great that she totally neglected
the fact that she still had Toby to deal with.  Still holding his hand, she
took off for the house, her mind on ferreting out possible objects for use
in assuaging her incredible arousal.  A hairbrush handle, maybe?  Why, oh
why had she been too proud to buy a dildo...

        Toby let this go on until they were through the slider and into the
kitchen, then he reminded her that there was a man attached to her right
hand by jerking her to him and wrapping his right arm around her waist.
"Where are we going?"

        Shock brought Jean the ability to bluster, "WE'RE going NO --
mmmph!"

        Toby's hand over her mouth stopped her -- but he removed it
immediately.  "You know you brought a man with you for a very good reason --
because you need one!"

        "But Toby -- you're not a man, yet!"

        Toby took Jean's right hand and placed it on his erection, "You KNOW
better, Jean!"

        That throbbing staff of hot meat seared Jean's hand; she couldn't
remove it.  "This isn't supposed to happen!  You're supposed to stop!" she
wailed.

        Toby took her right nipple in his left hand, gently pinching it
while his right slid down to cup her left buttock.  Staring deep into her
eyes, he murmured, "No, Jean.  You were to believe that -- or pretend to
yourself that you believed it -- long enough to let you come this far, to
the point where you HAVE to acknowledge your needs!  I was NEVER supposed to
stop -- but it IS time for YOU to stop -- stop fighting us both!"

        It was the big play; Toby presented her with a thoroughly adult
appraisal of her self-deception while maintaining the pressure, keeping her
body at a fever pitch of desire.  It was the right play, too, showcasing her
childish denial while deflating her contention that he wasn't an adult,
narrowing the gap -- or even reversing -- their emotional ages.  But would
it work?

        There was a joker in the deck; Toby played it, all unknowing, when
he dropped his hand to Jean's ass cheek.  Jean -- not the shy, inhibited
public Jean, but the uninhibited private Jean who had once spent night after
night joyfully riding her husband's penis, virtually insatiably, every night
for over a decade before his untimely death -- loved to have her ass played
with!  She enjoyed anal sex and could even orgasm from it -- but the best
thing was having a finger probing gently around her little rubbery ring,
probing the defenses there.  Toby's hand on her ass was an instant
distraction and a multiplier for her already insane level of arousal; when
he squeezed the cheek and his middle finger accidentally touched her anus,
her body reacted, the tiny opening flowering open and kissing his fingertip
while her left leg came up to wrap around his.  Jean's eyes, locked on
Toby's widened in shock; both of them knew in that moment that her body had
surrendered, and that her mental vacillations were irrelevant.  Toby leaned
in and applied his lips to Jean's delicate neck, consolidating his hold on
her, and murmured, "Let's go."

        Jean was bewildered; her mind kept telling her that what she was
doing was TOTALLY WRONG -- but it didn't help, because her body was totally
ignoring it!  Jean had gone too long without the joy of a man's touch, and
her defenses -- her shyness and her awful taste in wardrobe -- were useless,
close-in.  Toby had poked big fat holes in them on Monday; today, they were
in shreds as the electrified nerves in her neck caused her to clutch the
source of her long-overdue pleasure to her.

        Jean heard Toby tell her that it was time to move, but that meant
letting go -- unwrapping her left arm and leg from around him, and -- worse
-- her right hand from that staff of vitality that promised her pleasure in
the quantity that she craved but had denied herself for so long.  Toby
recognized this reluctance for what it was, stroking her flank with his left
hand and suckling her neck and ear for a moment before coaxing, "Come on, we
need to go somewhere private..."

        "Yesss..."  Privacy.  THAT was a concept that her mind could impart
to her body and make stick!  Reluctantly, she unwrapped herself from Toby
and turned to lead him off, by the one appendage that she could NOT bring
herself to abandon -- his beautiful penis!  Her hand hadn't left it since
he'd placed it there; she couldn't bring herself to release his staff of
power and vitality.

        Toby found himself following Jean closely, his hand on her shoulder
while he dealt with the consequences of her odd choice in grips.  For one
thing, they were NOT headed for the den, as planned; no, Jean was headed
upstairs -- apparently, having sex in her bedroom was NOT bad ju-ju, as Lon
had supposed!  What was he supposed to do?  Kick off his shoes at the
door...  The stairs were tricky, when you were being led around by the
cock...  Which one went where?  Oh, yeah, the left got kicked away...  The
maneuver wasn't neat, by any means; Jean saw it and had the presence of mind
to recognize it for what it was and smile, which Toby found embarrassing.
But then they were through the bedroom door...

        Doubt, self-delusion, and self-justification went out the window for
Jean on the stair, to be replaced by resolution -- you just didn't lead a
man around your house by the penis unless you intended to use it!  Guilt and
recriminations would no doubt arrive later, but for now, there was the
realization that the only person she had been fighting was herself -- and
that had been a delaying action since Monday.  Everyone else was apparently
either actively engaged in putting Toby in her bed, laughing at her for her
foolishness, or both...

        Toby took in the room peripherally -- it wasn't a woman's room, by
some indefinable standard; it was a room shared by a man and a woman -- and
the fact that the man was no longer present was irrelevant.  Where he could
have felt like an interloper, Toby was comfortable; Ma's room had the same
feel to it, like it was waiting for Pa to return.  In Jean's case, as in
Ma's, there would be no return of the original occupant -- but he COULD be
replaced...  Undoubtedly, Toby realized, this male occupancy thing was what
Lon had characterized as 'bad ju-ju'; just as undoubtedly, it was
irrelevant...

        In fact, Jean was more comfortable in this room -- it was virtually
the ONLY place she'd ever had sex, so it was THE place to have sex; any
discomfort over the fact that the other person in the room wasn't Hugh was
papered over by the feeling of safety and security the room granted her.
Now, as she turned to Toby, that other dimension intruded, but it just
wasn't enough to bring her to a stop.  "I'm... out of practice..."

        'Shit -- I don't even know how!' Toby thought -- but what his mouth
said was, "We'll get there..."  He stepped in; it was time to kiss her...

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        Downstairs by the pool, Candace was getting her backside sun blocked
with a vengeance while watching Lon treat Beth's breasts like they were a
ride at Disneyland.  "Lon, Honey, Beth needs to be worked on all over, not
just the spots you think are fun!  You'd be surprised where ELSE we're
sensitive..."

        "Oh!  Yeah!  Right!"  Lon got going with a more general oiling
process.  Beth, who hadn't been complaining, breathed easier, nonetheless;
at Lon's current rate, she'd been rapidly losing control, and she just
didn't know if she wanted to be that public about it.  Lon's fingers proved
magic as they moved up from her chest to her neck and arms, though, finding
places that made her shiver along her neck, behind her ears, in her armpits
and the hollows of her elbows.  She had been watching Rick work Candace
over, but more and more Lon's erection bobbing above her captured her
attention as she reacted to his fingers exploring her every surface.  Lon's
cock as SO beautiful...

                       ----------------------------------

Beth had been fascinated by cocks since middle school; little Ronnie
Boatwright had exposed himself to her as a joke, expecting her to run away,
screaming -- but instead, she had slowly drawn forward, fascinated, asking
him if she could touch it.  In the end, Ronnie had run out of guts and run
off, himself, and Beth had been left with the mystery and the craving.

        That craving had lasted through high school -- Beth's limited dating
experience just didn't net her another opportunity.  During the summer break
between high school and her freshman year at college, she started running
with a couple of girls that one might consider desperate (like she wasn't).
After some serious drinking on memorable Friday night in July, the girls got
brave and hit a particularly rough joint and got invited to a 'private
party' by one of the denizens.

        The party was only private long enough for three of the guys to each
take a girl each to a bedroom and sweet-talk their way into her panties --
something less than difficult in every case, since that was what the girls
really wanted.  After that, things got VERY public!  Beth lost her cherry in
something under twenty minutes of direct pressure -- then the guy stood up,
pulled up his jeans, and yelled "Pussy is served!" and walked out.  But the
door never closed; two guys walked in, and Beth's education got serious!  In
the next three hours, Beth learned all about sucking cock and fucking, and
she saw a great variety of cocks -- long cocks, short cocks, fat cocks,
skinny cocks, cut cocks, uncut cocks, black cocks, yellow cocks -- even a
red cock...  The other two girls got similar treatment; after a while, they
were even moved into the same room, ostensibly so party-goers could crash in
the other rooms, but more likely to heap the embarrassment of seeing and
being seen by the others atop the other indignities that the girls endured.
Around dawn, they lugged the girls' worn-out bodies into the back of a
pickup and dumped them back in the bar's parking lot with about one full
outfit of clothing between the three of them and drove off, laughing.
Beth's mouth was sore, and her pussy was raw --somehow, no one had bothered
to pop any of them in the ass -- and she spent the next month worrying about
pregnancy and diseases -- but she had gotten more male attention in four
hours than she had garnered in the previous eighteen -- and to be frank
about it, she'd enjoyed it!  Oh, it had been scary, all right, and probably
wasn't anything she should repeat -- but it had also been exciting and
pleasurable, and she hadn't been traumatized.  One of the other girls had
gotten more than she could handle and dropped out of sight -- apparently she
freaked out and babbled to her parents, who shuffled her off somewhere to
get counseling or something -- but Beth and the other girl spent some time
slowly opening up about how they felt about the whole thing, and later
conversations took on a distinctly wistful note...

        Beth entered college, therefore, with the realization that she was a
slut -- at least potentially.  Realizing that potential was as difficult as
it had been in high school; she just wasn't in demand.  She took chances,
more and more, trying to find a situation that would give her access to at
least ONE cock, despite shyness and fear.

        It was sorority access to frat parties that finally turned the trick
-- and that process took her a year.  Getting into a sorority was almost as
difficult as getting male attention -- and for generally the same reasons --
but eventually, she got an acceptance at an 'also ran' sorority -- which for
her purposes was just perfect, since it meant that she had entered a pool
from which fraternities would be looking for easy pickings.  Frat parties
brought her Roy, who both took her out of circulation and actualized her;
Beth learned to see herself as not 'a slut', but as 'Roy's slut'.  He put
her through her paces throughout her entire sophomore year of college, then
told her that she needed to change her plans, because he wanted access to
her on a full-time basis.  By then, Beth was glad to oblige -- especially
when Roy waved the carrot of marriage before her.  Everyone was happy,
including Beth's clueless family; Beth changed her degree plan, acquired an
Associates Degree based upon her already completed credits, and dropped out
of school to take care of Roy.

        While the period that ensued was the happiest of Beth's life, (Roy's
sexual demands were frequent and demeaning and amounted to slavery, but she
cared not at all and enjoyed her work), pregnancy followed marriage too
quickly for Roy; he had Beth on birth control again as soon as the baby was
born, and chafed at any annoyance or hardship the child imposed.  But he was
never faithful; one of the first things he had trained Beth to do was to
accept the presence of other women, up to and including in their marriage
bed.  He would use her during the week, then spend the weekend out 'chasing
strange', taking it elsewhere or bringing it home, depending upon the
vagaries of the other woman's personality and morals.  Sooner or later,
though, he more or less had to find another woman with Beth's submissive
bent and love for cock -- but better visual presentation -- and when he did,
he was gone...

        The whole thing nearly killed her; only Toby kept her from
succumbing to depression and killing herself during the first year.  After
that, things became -- well, not exactly easier, but they scabbed over
somewhat; Beth went out and got her LPN, then her RN and went to work caring
for others.  Sex dropped to zero the moment Roy walked out the door since
Beth still lacked the tools and the associated bravery to go hunting for
satisfaction -- besides, Roy had spent several years driving home to her
what a favor he was doing her by allowing her to drink his fluids and
occasionally drop one of her hungry holes over his cock; even if she could
find a man she had no idea how she would present herself as worthy of his
attentions.  In the intervening years, she'd come back a bit toward normal,
but she still wasn't an 'independent woman' -- in fact, their shared
experience of the unattainability of men was the thread that tied Beth and
Jean more closely that their sons' friendship.  Candace was the 'wild and
crazy' member of the group, and the other two lived their lives vicariously
through her -- until today...

                       ----------------------------------

        Candace watched Lon work Beth over while Rick gave her bikini bra
strap mark desultory attention, then started seriously molesting the white
moons of her ass cheeks and the even more private flesh in between.  At
first, Beth looked back, smiling dreamily, but then she started eyeing Lon's
cock -- first coyly, then with more and more absorption.  As he worked her
upper torso, it seemed to Candace that Beth almost drooled, sniffing
delicately as the staff of flesh bobbed nearby; as he moved down Beth's
torso, Candace watched her hands make little grasping motions.  When Lon
moved away from Beth's crotch and started working up her legs from her feet,
Beth's expression of enjoyment from the feel of his hands on her feet and
legs was colored by the wistful regard she gave his cock, now out of reach.

        Obviously, there was little requirement for a whole lot more
teasing; besides, Rick was digging in Candace's twat again, and her
temperature was rising...  Candace waited until Lon was playing in Beth's
crotch (an effort of will on her part, as Rick had her clitty under his
fingers and was going to town), watching the joy that suffused the heavier
woman's face as Lon's fingers wandered through her womanhood.  It seemed
prudent to let Lon get control -- but Rick HAD control, and he was going to
ruin her concentration by bringing her off again...  "Rick, Honey, let up a
moment, will you, Precious?  Don't go anywhere -- just don't set me off
again quite yet, okay?" she added when Rick snatched back his hand as if it
were burned.  "Go ahead and play, Honey -- just don't go for the gusto --
we'll get there in a bit..."

        Lon looked up; Mama seemed to be cooling things.  But when he locked
eyes with his mother, she urged him on, flicking her eyes and making little
motions with her fingers.  Lon got it; Mama was waiting until Lon had Beth
locked down solid -- which didn't seem to be a problem, at this point.  Beth
was eyeing his crank like a starving person eyes a foot-long hot dog!  Lon
had been more or less busy with his explorations and taking his cues from
the things her body was doing; now he shifted his hips so his prick swung
back and forth a bit -- and Beth's eyes followed it fixedly.  Okay, he got
it -- Beth wanted cock!  Meanwhile, her slot was wet and gooey and her hips
were rolling; he had no problem finding her clit.  He glanced back at
Mama...

        Candace nodded approval.  "Lon, Honey, I think Beth's been out too
long, anyway.  Why don't you take her inside and give her a good going over
and make sure she hasn't gotten sunburn already?"  Turning her attention to
Beth, she added, "You should check Lon out, too, Hon."

        Lon nodded sagely, "Good idea -- Beth is SO fair skinned..."  'Like
ANY of us is worried about sunburn!' he added in his head.  He grasped
Beth's wrist and hauled her upright, "C'mon, we're going inside..."

        Beth nodded, looking shocky.  God!  He wasn't going to stop NOW, was
he?  She let Lon pull her to her feet and followed meekly, holding his hand.
Lon grabbed her towels on the way; they were both pretty greasy...

        Candace and Rick watched the other couple disappear through the
patio door, then Candace rolled up to lock eyes with Rick, "Okay, Honey,
first we're gonna take our own advice and move to that lounger over there
under the awning -- and THEN, I'm gonna give you a little something in
return for that fine rub-down you gave me!  Help me up..."  Rick, grinning
from ear to ear, did as he was told.

                       ----------------------------------

        Jean thought that kissing Toby was going to be weird, but that
turned out not to be the case.  He was just a touch taller than she was, and
he was surprisingly strong; once she was in his arms, he took control -- and
Jean found that she was hungry for the taste of his mouth, the feel of his
hands roaming her body, the feel of that hot bar of flesh in the hollow of
her hip.  Getting past the 'boy' thing was easy when you were being held by
someone obviously more powerful than you were.  Her hands roamed his body,
drinking him in, exploring, while their lips meshed and their tongues
invaded each other's mouths.  It had been years since Jean had done this
kind of thing, and it made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl.

        Toby, on the other hand, was in the midst of his first conquest -- a
fine reason to be giddy!  He was playing it by ear, his previous experience
limited to a couple of pecks without follow-up by girls who were teasing
him, more than anything else.  The difference between that and the embrace
of a mature woman was immediately obvious to him -- and left no question as
to preference!  For one thing, Jean obviously knew what she wanted, now that
the barriers were down; she was easy to read, and even easier to supply with
the intimacy she craved; Toby had an untapped well of the stuff!  He only
had a general idea of the mechanics of the act that he KNEW they were going
to perform -- but Jean knew all about it, which was an obvious advantage
over blind fumbling with some teen female who knew less than he did.  This
was a serious confidence builder, once you got past performance anxiety --
and Toby couldn't worry about that right now.

        Somehow, they went from vertical to lying on Jean's big bed, Toby
mashing his stiff cock against Jean's pubic mound -- which had to be okay,
since Jean was encouraging it with a hand on his butt and moaning into his
mouth!  There seemed to be only one question when he rose up onto his elbows
to look down at her flushed, intent face, "Now?"

        "Yes..."  Jean hissed, nodding, her eyes closed.

        Only then did Toby think about birth control -- and it was obviously
too late!  His trunks -- and the rubber in the front pocket -- might as well
be light-years away, as was the stash in Rick's bedroom!  If he hopped up
now to race off after a rubber, Jean would crash, probably forever!  No, it
was risk-taking time -- either she was protected, or she wasn't, but as
flighty as she was, even asking the question was likely to divert them from
the act they were embarked upon -- and Toby just couldn't DO that!

        Toby's pause for consideration was only momentary; Jean took it for
virgin's uncertainty and reached down blindly to take his penis in her hand
and rub it between her labia, then poise it at her opening.  That brought
things crystal clarity for Toby, who proceeded to press forward into his
first pussy.

        It was tight.  Hot and wet, too, and totally beyond Toby's
experience, but mostly, it was tight.  Jean's eyes popped open and she
looked startled, and her hands came up to hold him off -- but Toby wasn't
able to do anything stupid like snap his hips and bury himself in her.  It
was immediately evident that he was forcing a fleshy pipe somewhat over an
inch and a half in diameter into a tube whose initial diameter was maybe
half of that...

"We'll... have to... go slow," Jean gasped.  "It's been a while..."
Frankly, she was amazed; Toby's penis obviously exceeded Hugh's in every
dimension!  But she was stretching, accommodating, fitting herself to his
surprising girth -- and he was taking it easy, thank God!  And -- aside from
concerns over fit -- it was wonderful!

Slowly pressing forward, expanding Jean's tunnel, was taking its toll on
Toby.  The pleasure mounted and doubled and continued to increase until it
was excruciating, a pleasant torture of untenable proportions.  When Jean
settled back and gasped, "Okay, give me a moment to adjust..." he was beyond
control!  Gritting his teeth, red in the face, he tried to control his lust,
but his cock went from merely firmer than it had ever been before to
diamond-hard, swelling -- and he HAD to get out of there!  Trying to get out
only made things worse (or better, actually, when you looked at it
objectively) -- his balls drew clear up into his body in preparation...

        Jean was taken totally by surprise by the abrupt withdrawal, and
almost moved to clutch him to her, expecting that he was going to begin to
stroke -- but the moment he was clear of her body, his eyes rolled up, he
wailed, "AAAAAAAAUUGH!" and the fountain began!

        The first blast shot right over Jean's head, the trailing dregs
dribbling across her face.  The second took her under the chin when she
instinctively looked up.  After that, Toby just poured semen all over her
chest and belly.

        Realization of the extent of the situation caused an involuntary
giggle from Jean, quickly squelched -- he was going to be mortified, no
doubt.  God!  What a flood!  She reached down and took his throbbing shaft
in her hand and rubbed her thumb along the underside of the exposed head of
his penis like she'd done for Hugh a hundred times, extending his pleasure.
Hugh had been quick on the first pass, when they were first together -- and
this was perhaps Toby's VERY first pass...  All in all, it wasn't
surprising, in retrospect.  And Jean remembered something else about those
early days...

        But Toby was back in this world, and already suffering, visibly.
"What's the matter, Dear?" Jean asked.

        Shame poured from him.  "I...  finished already..."  He couldn't
meet her eyes.

        Jean had acted like a baby through most of the activity to date --
but now it was time to take the lead.  "I don't think you're done, Dear --
do you?"  Her hand told her that his penis still resembled an iron bar.

        "Huh..."  Toby glanced down, confirmed his status, and started to
recover.  "Guess not..."

        "Why did you pull out?" Jean asked.

        "No rubber..."  Toby eyed Jean.  This would undoubtedly kill round
two...

        A wave of affection flowed through her.  "How sweet!  I'm on the
Pill, Dear..."  Why did she tell him that?  She'd taken exactly two, since
Monday -- they would undoubtedly NOT be effective!  But she knew that making
him pull out -- or, worse, making him wear one of those awful rubber things
-- would rob them both of some of the joy of the experience.  Surely she'd
be safe...  Her eyes twinkling with mirth, he murmured, "Now I'm a mess..."
Deliberately, watching him, she scooped up some semen from between her
breasts with a finger and stuck it in her mouth, enjoying his amazement.
The taste was largely as remembered, but it differed in that it seemed
thicker, more meaty; well, if you were storing it up like Toby undoubtedly
had been...  That blast over her head had been just AMAZING!

        Toby's cock returned to steely hardness as he watched Jean suck that
finger.  This was a totally different woman -- a sultry, feisty little fox
who was just about as different from the skittish, uptight, nervously timid
woman he'd been dealing with as you could get!  Holy shit!

        Toby was right; the other Jean -- that happy vixen who rode her
husband's cock to joy every day for over a decade -- had come out to play!
The concerns of the world existed outside the bedroom; here, in her inner
sanctum, there was finally a man to bring her pleasure and allow her to give
some back!  She was free -- and if for no other reason than the fact that it
might never occur again, she was going to live this moment to the fullest,
without worrying about consequences!  For now, though, she needed that penis
re-inserted where it belonged...  "Can you reach the towel, Dear?  I hate to
waste the good stuff, but being gooey will interfere with what we're
doing..."

        "Huh?  Yeah, sure!"  Toby snatched the towel he'd dragged along from
poolside and began wiping at the puddle between Jean's breasts.  "Sorry..."

        "Don't be," Jean husked throatily.  "I should have been thinking.
If I had, I'd have swallowed it!"

        Just thinking about THAT nearly had Toby cumming again!  "Oh, God!"
he groaned, closing his eyes.  When he opened them, Jean was grinning from
ear to ear, the most carefree and happy look on her face...  He'd never seen
her like that -- and he found himself hoping that this wouldn't be the last
time he did!

        "Now, can we go again?" she asked, smiling.  "We know that I can
stretch to fit that monster -- and that's the main issue.  Now let's see if
we can get into the swing of things..."

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