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Subject: {ASSM} The Pact - Episode 1 Part 12/53 {Thinking Horndog} (mmF oral)
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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."

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

   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...

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

   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!  

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