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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 17 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: mF oral blackmail reluc voy

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 17

        "You owe me five bucks!" Lon chortled as he and Rick entered the
house.

        Rick grimaced; well, it had all come out okay, so...  "Yeah, no
problem.  Remember what you promised about those pics!"

        "No, it's cool -- you're right!" Lon agreed.  "We'll need to whip
them on her, but after that, they're gone -- I'll let you do it, okay?"

        "Thanks, Man," Rick replied, relieved.  "When, do you figure?"

        "The sooner the better," Lon replied.  "But I don't think we want to
rub Toby's nose in it, do you?  They're getting kinda close..."

        Rick nodded.  "Too close, maybe..."

        "Let's play it by ear."  Lon pitched his voice to carry.  "We'll be
up in Rick's room, playing video games!" he yelled.

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        "Gawd!"  Jean started.  "Do you think they know...?"

        Toby pressed her back.  "They know we're not in the kitchen -- and
what they think about it is clear, since they're giving us space.  Relax."

        "Okay."  Jean was dubious.  "It's a bad precedent..."

        "What?" Toby replied.  "Them being courteous?"

        "No, us..." Jean started.

        "Don't," Toby admonished.  "Don't get all wrapped around the axle.
This is private compared to my house yesterday.  Everybody saw everybody
doing wild stuff -- Ma took Lon and Rick BOTH on, and licked Candace's
pussy!  You have nothing to be embarrassed about!"

        Jean's eyes bugged.  "At the same time?"

        Toby nodded.  "Like I said, once Ma gets going, it's going to be
hard to draw a line..."

        "I guess..."  There had been a couple of close brushes in her teen
years, but Jean had never had sex with another woman.  "She's pretty far out
there -- I'm surprised."

        "Well..." Toby shrugged.  "Ma says she always liked sex.
Apparently, she lost her virginity at a fraternity gang-bang.  And Pa
reinforced it, not only by constantly telling her what a slut she was but by
bringing in others and doing a lot of edgy stuff.  He also pretty much
smashed her self-esteem.  She's prime for just what Candace wants to make
her -- a sex slave!"

        "And you're going to let it happen?"

        Toby shrugged.  "For now.  If we're lucky, she'll overdose or
something and settle down.  If not, at least she'll be happy for a while."
He backed up and rose from the couch, then pinned Jean before she could rise
and kissed her.  "Let's see how it goes.  In the meantime, there is the
issue of us..."

        "Yes."  Jean looked away.  "I shouldn't, but...  I'll be here."

        "So will I."  Toby collected his discarded clothing and headed for
the downstairs half-bath to clean up.

        "God, I hope so!" Jean whispered under her breath.  After the first
time, she was well along toward talking herself into giving him up -- but
now...  Now it just wasn't possible.  Maybe later, when they tired of one
another...  She got up, making a face at the puddle on the leather of the
couch, and waddled off after him, trying to keep from dripping, her
nightclothes in a wad over her arm.

        An hour later, Toby was gone; he'd gone up to hang out with the
other two, but found that he wasn't in the mood for anything but solitude.
Jean had cleaned up both herself and the sticky evidence of their tryst on
the couch and was relaxing, watching a talk show in the den.

        Video games had not been Rick and Lon's sole occupation; Rick had
downloaded Lon's pictures to his laptop, carefully deleting them from the
camera in the process.  By the time the pair were done reviewing them, he
was wishing he hadn't; the pics were hot, but that was STILL his mother
obviously having a ball absorbing Toby's meat.  Now he had a hard-on and no
place to stick it...  Well, this was supposed to cure THAT, too...

        Lon winked at Rick and announced, "I think it's time we paid your
Mama a visit..."  Rick grimaced, but nodded, and the pair headed downstairs.

        "Hey, Jean," Lon announced himself at the door to the den, "Got a
minute?"

        Jean eyed the blond boy askance; THIS was a new approach...  "I
guess.  What can I do for you?"

        Lon appeared to change the subject.  "How did things go with Toby?"
he asked innocently.

        "Oh, fine, fine..." Where was this headed?

        "So, are you still down on Rick for this whole sex thing?"

        Damn.  Jean hadn't decided exactly what to do about Rick.  "It's
still dangerous.  Frankly, it's your mother that worries me -- and those
pictures!  If they ever get out..."

        "Mmmm, yes."  Suddenly, Lon was as cool as a cucumber.  "Speaking of
pictures..."

        Jean was instantly uneasy.  "What about them?"

        Lon pulled a face.  "Not THOSE pictures, necessarily," he chided.
"I imagine just about ANY pictures would be an issue, don't you?  These, for
instance..."  He sat the laptop on the table in front of her and pressed the
spacebar, and a slideshow of her morning tryst with Toby began flickering
across the screen, one picture every 5 seconds or so -- plenty of time to
see enough detail to know who it was and what they were doing.

        Jean went slowly ashen.  "Yes," she croaked.  "These could be a
problem..."  She flashed a glance at her son -- 'How COULD you?' was clear
in her expression.

        "This wasn't Rick's idea, Jean," Lon pulled her back.  "It was mine.
But it will fix Rick's problem, I figure.  Won't it?"

        Meanwhile, the slideshow progressed to the point where she and Toby
had entered the den and really gotten going.  Jean wet her lips.  "What do
you mean?"

        Lon shrugged.  "I'm thinking that what's good for the goose is good
for the gander -- don't you?  You and Toby had it on pretty hot and heavy in
here.  Do you think it's fair to ground Rick and keep him from getting any
pussy when you're handing it out?"

        "It wasn't like that!" Jean protested.

        "No?  How was it?  That's you ripping Toby's clothes off, isn't it?"
Lon pressed.

        Jean eyed Lon as if he were a wild animal -- and he WAS -- and his
mother was WORSE...  "What do you want?" she asked fearfully.

        Lon pursed his lips.  "Well, I want you to lighten up and let things
go, for one thing.  You're in this just as deep as everybody else, don't you
think?  We can't have you going all noble and dumping the whole situation on
somebody who might screw it up -- you see that now, don't you?"

        "Yes," Jean replied hoarsely.

        "That'd be item one," Lon resumed coolly.  "Item two we've already
kinda touched on -- I think you need to back off on this idea of depriving
Rick of pussy -- don't you?"

        "I'm just trying to protect him!" Jean looked up at her son; her
eyes pled.

        "Sure," Lon agreed equitably, "But you're setting up another unfair
situation -- you get to fuck, Mama gets to fuck, Beth gets to fuck, Toby
gets to fuck -- but Rick DOESN'T get to fuck.  That leads to serious hard
feelings, you know?  And people get all vengeful, and shit falls apart.  I'm
sure you understand."

        "Yes," Jean agreed dully.  What ELSE was she to do?  When it came
right down to it, Lon was obviously right, because there Rick stood, an
accessory for this bout of blackmail.

        Lon plowed blithely on, "In fact, I think you ought to send him off
to get some pussy from Mama or Beth right now, 'cause I know that he's
worked up from seeing these pics...  My, THAT's a nice on, there!  Look how
red in the face you are!  Anyway, I think he should go get laid, because
Toby already has today and he'll get left out..."

        "Well," Jean choked out, "YOU haven't..."

        Lon grinned like a crocodile.  "Yeah.  That brings us to item number
three.  You see, something else unfair is in the wind.  Rick, here -- he's
had Mama, and he's had Beth.  Toby's had Mama and he's had you!  Of the
three of us, I'm the only one who hasn't had two of you.  I think it is time
you were nice to me once, don't you?"  He flicked a glance at the laptop,
where the final, totally damning pictures were cycling through.  "Given the
situation?"

        Jean sat in open-mouthed shock.  "They said yes!  They volunteered!"

        Lon nodded.  "Yeah, they did."  He winked.   "I think you ought to
too, don't you?"

        'This is so unfair!' Jean wailed to herself.  'I don't want to just
fuck Lon because he is one of the boys!'  "B-but..."

        "Mom," Rick interjected.  "Lon's right.  You're not going about this
right -- you're getting all romantic and gooey with Toby and YOU told ME
that THAT isn't smart!  You need to do someone else, here, and get some
perspective, before somebody gets hurt!  Lon won't hurt you or anything!"

        Jean stared at her son as if he had two heads!  Was he NUTS?  But
Rick pressed, "You need to think rationally, Mom.  What are you going to do
-- have Toby's kids?"

        Jean's eyes popped and she rocked back, collapsing into the couch
back.  Good God!  "I, uh..."  She flicked a glance at Lon, who merely
underlined his position by glancing at the slideshow, which was starting to
replay.  Jean swallowed and looked away from both of them, but murmured,
"Rick, maybe you should go see Beth -- or Candace -- whichever one you
want...  I'd... call Candace first, though..."

        Satisfaction flowed from Lon.  "That's perfect.  Tell you what --
I'm gonna have Rick take this thing with him -- but don't you think you
ought to sit through the whole thing first?  It's only a minute or two..."

        "I..."

        "I'll restart it."  Lon did so.  "I'm gonna plop down here."  He
settled next to Jean.  "Rick, you want to give us a couple of minutes while
you change?  By the time you're done, she should have seen it all..."

        "Uh, sure..."  Rick was dubious -- was Lon going to press for
something else while he was gone?  Well, he'd gotten his end -- Lon ought to
get his, as long as he wasn't a TOTAL asshole about it.  He turned and
headed out.

        Lon watched him leave, then turned to Jean, who stiffened.  Lon
grimaced, "Hey, don't be like that!  I don't plan to push you into all kinds
of terrible shit, or anything -- I just want my sample, that's all!  There
IS an upside to this, you know -- Rick's right, you can't, like, MARRY Toby!
You need to make some comparisons before you get all tied up with
Superdick!"

        "Superdick?" Jean eyed Lon incredulously.  "You call him that?"

        "Watch the show!" Lon ordered imperiously, then added, "We really
ARE gonna send it out when Rick comes back down -- you need to see it all.
Yeah, I sorta coined that name for him -- he IS pretty damned big, you
know!"

        "I wasn't..."

        "Sure?" Lon finished for her.  "See?  That's all part of the problem
-- you got no basis for comparison!  Here..."  He started undoing his
shorts.  "Keep watching the show -- you can look at it later -- but for now,
you can get a feel..."  He shucked out of his shorts and underwear, took
Jean's hand and placed it on his aching cock.

        Jean willed herself not to recoil, flicking a glance at the object
in her hand.  It was... different...

        "Yeah, I'm not circumcised," Lon grunted.  "Watch the show!  If
you're lucky, this will be your only opportunity!"

        Jean had seen plenty, but she turned back to the laptop obediently
-- Lon was holding all the cards.  "What are you going to do with those?"
she asked.

        "Nothing, hopefully," Lon replied.  "This really IS the limit of it
-- we just want you to cool out and get with the program!  Tell you what --
I'll tell Rick to give'em to Toby, okay?"

        "Nooo!" Jean wailed.  "Not that!"  God!  What would he think of her?

        Lon frowned.  "Take it easy!  It isn't as if it's pics of you and
ME!  Why are you freaking?"

        "I look like a slut..."  The picture being shown was one of the
latter ones; she was humping up at Toby, red-faced.

        Lon frowned, waving at the picture.  "You sure have a different take
on being a slut than guys do!  This is HOT!  YOU are HOT!  That's a GOOD
thing -- and Toby would agree with me!"

        "Maybe," Jean wrung her hands, "but I'm not sure I want to be
thought of as a slut -- especially by Toby!"

        "Oh," Lon countered.  "I get it -- but I think it's the wrong
attitude.  Like Rick says, you can't be getting all lovey-dovey with Toby --
he's too young!  Give yourself a break!  You want to get hurt?  You want HIM
to get hurt?"

        "I...  Ah..."  Jean realized that she was massively confused.  The
slideshow began recycling, offering a distraction.  "That's over," she
offered.

        "Are you done with it?" Lon asked seriously.  "We could probably do
a copy for you..."

        "No..." Jean croaked.  Was he teasing her deliberately?  He looked
serious...  "I don't need it."

        Lon shrugged.  "But do you WANT it?"

        "Uh uh," Jean waved her hands feebly.  "Please, make it go away..."

        "Okay."  Lon shut the laptop.  "I just don't get chicks, I guess.
I'm lucky -- I know just how good you can be..."

        "Yes..." Jean choked out.  Had Lon always been such a subtle
torturer?  She hadn't noticed...

        "Well, hey, can we get started, then?  You were interested in my
dork, there -- take a look!  I know you suck cock, so..."  He shrugged.
"How about taking your top off?"

        "Okay," she husked.  He had her as surely as though he had a ring
through her nose, tugging it with a string.  Jean flipped her tank top over
her head, revealing her tiny bra.

        Lon wrinkled his nose.  "What do you wear THAT for?" he asked.  "You
don't need a bra!"

        "My nipples pop out," Jean muttered, red-faced.

        "And that's BAD?" Lon rolled his eyes.  "Chicks...  Take it off,
please?"

        "Okay."  She did so.

        "Better," Lon enthused.  "Those are NICE nips!"

        "Uh, thanks..."  How far was this going?  She was undoubtedly going
to have to fuck him -- were they going to pretend it was amicable the whole
time?

        Lon flopped back against the seat cushion, "Okay, it's all yours..."

        Jean got the point, turning her attention to the handful of cock she
was holding.  The way the skin rolled over the tip -- very weird...  "This
is uncircumcised?"

        "Yeah," Lon grunted, "Au naturel, so to speak.  Never seen one like
this?"

        "No."

        "Jack the skin back -- it'll look familiar."

        Jean did as she was told; sure enough, the skin covering slid back
and exposed the familiar purple head.  Lon's seemed narrower than Toby's but
maybe that was just his state of excitement -- God knew Jean hadn't given
him much to work with, yet!  The shaft seemed thicker, either because of the
covering or just because it had more girth.  "You can jack it a while if you
like, but I'm really gonna want more," Lon said conversationally.

        "Ummm, yeah," Jean got the hint, lowering her mouth to his erection
and extending her tongue to the already somewhat gooey tip.

        "Run it around under the foreskin -- yeah, like that!" Lon gasped.
'Maybe she'll settle down yet!' he thought.

        Rick found them like that, his mother bent over Lon's lap, tonguing
his cock.  "I'm back," he announced.  "Everything cool?"

        "Sure, sure," Lon nodded, distracted.  "Take that thing, willya?
Where you going?"  He waved at the laptop.

        "Toby's, I think," Rick muttered.

        "Okay.  Look, don't get him all excited for an hour or so, okay?  If
he gets all pissy..." Lon warned.

        "Right."  Rick eyed his mother, who was watching him with an
indecipherable expression, but who had not stopped rimming the tip of Lon's
cock.  He took the laptop.  "Dude..."

        "Relax, Man -- it's all gonna go according to plan!  I got no reason
to do anything stupid, here; we're gonna keep this all friendly -- right,
Jean?"

        Jean eyed Lon, then eyed Rick, but she nodded.  Rick wasn't sure it
was all cool, but he collected the laptop.  "Okay, I'm gone.  Mom, if you've
got some idea in your head that this is like, the rack and thumbscrews,
shake it.  Try to go at the whole thing from the proper perspective.  Lon
isn't raping you, or anything...  It's just sex -- do the 'fuck-buddy'
thing."

        'Like Hell he isn't!' went through Jean's mind, but she had to admit
that he hadn't strong-armed her.  He was either awfully smooth, or he
literally had no idea what he was saying -- and Jean couldn't afford to
believe the latter.  Instead of replying, she merely eyed her son and nodded
fractionally, her tongue still probing under Lon's foreskin.

        Rick couldn't take any more.  "I gotta go," he croaked, turned, and
left the room.  The other two heard the front door slam moments later.

        Lon chuckled, "You were killing him, you know..."

        "Huh?"

        "First, he gets to see you tearing it up with Toby, then he comes
down and you won't even talk to him 'cause you're too busy licking me.
There's this hot babe at his house -- and she's his mama, so he can't get
any...  His balls are probably swollen up the size of tennis balls right
now.  Beth's gonna get a load..."

        "Maybe.  What makes you so sure she'll just roll over and give him
sex on no notice?" Jean groused.  "Besides, I'm only doing this because
you're holding a gun to my head..."

        Lon blinked, genuinely hurt.  "That's not how this is, really!  It's
just...  We're trying to balance things..."

        "Lon," Jean ranted, "Either I have a choice and can get up and walk
away from this couch, or you're blackmailing me and this is tantamount to
rape!"

        "Naw..." Lon looked distinctly uncomfortable.  "Why do you have to
be such a bitch about this?  Beth..."

        "Beth is a very different person than I am!" Jean retorted hotly.
"She'd have to be to just accept blackmail and threats!"

        "Except it didn't happen that way!" Lon roared back.  "Beth had sex
with Rick and I before anybody said ANYTHING about blackmail -- that was
Mama's idea!  Beth was perfectly happy to fuck both of us until our eyeballs
fell out, no questions asked!  YOU, on the other hand..."

        "What about me?" Jean snapped.

        "You're a hypocrite!  You love sex and you fuck like a mink, but you
act like it's dirty and your pussy is priceless and any time you fuck it's
reducing the number of times you CAN fuck, so you have to be picky..." Lon
ranted.  "You idiot!  Even I know that if you pass up a fuck, that's one
less you'll get -- there's nothing stopping you but you!"

        "I AM picky!" Jean shot back.  "I like to CHOOSE my partners -- not
be railroaded into having sex with somebody because he thinks he's been left
out!"

        Lon sneered.  "YOU didn't choose Toby -- HE chose YOU!  And YOU are
not in control of THAT situation, either!  Toby can steamroller you on
demand, and you can't do shit but spread your legs!  What makes ME so
different?"

        "Charm, I guess!" Jean shot back.

        "Charm?  Toby?" Lon sneered again.  "I think it's more like once
somebody gets a hand in your panties, your brain short-circuits!"  He hauled
her roughly across his lap and started hauling at her shorts.  "What do you
want to bet I can get your attention THAT way?"

        "Lon!  Stop!"

        "Shut up!  I'm blackmailing, you, remember?" Lon rasped.  "I bet you
cum like a fucking racehorse, anyway..."  Goaded to serious anger, Lon let
out the stops.  "If you wanna be blackmailed and raped, FINE!  It's your
call!  If you can't be halfway decent about shit..."  Pinning her across his
lap with a hand in the small of her back, he tried to work around her
struggling body to get at the snap and zipper of her shorts.  After a
moment, frustrated, he howled, "If you wanna wear these things again, GET
'EM OFF!"

        "Lon!"  'Shit!' Jean swore at herself fearfully.  Clearly, she'd
goaded him to the point he was enraged and any control of the situation was
lost!  "Be reasonable!"

        "I WAS being reasonable!" Lon ranted.  "YOU refused to be
reasonable!  Noooo!  You want to have Toby's babies or some shit, despite
the fact that he's half your age -- and you can't tell romance from a fuck!
Well, I'm gonna SHOW you a fuck!"  He hauled on the waistband of her shorts
with such force that Jean thought she was going to be cut in half!

        "Okay, okay!  Let me undo this..."  She reached under and undid her
shorts.  "Take it easy!"

        "Why should I?" Lon grunted.  "It's rape, right?  And blackmail?
All we did that part for was to get Rick cut loose and ensure that you
cooled out -- any REASONABLE person would realize that she was going at this
shit wrong and that she owed people..."

        "I don't OWE you a fuck?" Jean screeched.  "It's MINE, and I do with
it what I want!"

        "We already covered that!" Lon rasped.  "It's Toby's and he does
with it what HE wants!  But you're gonna fuck ME now, 'cause I'M
blackmailing you!  GET THE FUCK OUT OF THOSE SHORTS!!!"  He stood, jerking
her erect like she was a rag doll, holding her by the upper arm.

        Jean knew real fear; this wasn't the Lon she knew.  On the other
hand, she'd insulted him, telling him he wasn't good enough for her -- and
Toby was! 'Me and my big mouth!'  She hauled at her shorts, one-handed,
adding her panties to the mix because she knew that was next.

        Once she had kicked them away, Lon sat again, dragging her down with
him.  "Now suck!" he grated, shifting his grip so that he held her neck.
"Suck, or you and Toby will make the six o'clock news!  You don't want to
play ball?  Well, I'm holding your contract, bitch!"

        'Oh, SHIT!  Open threats!  God, I'm SUCH an idiot!'  Jean opened her
mouth and wrapped her lips around Lon's erection.  'I'll make him cum --
then he'll settle down...'  She started bobbing her head, taking in a few
inches' worth of Lon's hard meat.  Anger certainly hadn't hurt his
erection...

        "Get your ass up on the couch!" Lon roared.  Jean circled to her
left, sidling up onto the cushions -- and Lon's free hand slid down her back
to her ass as he managed to get a fingertip between her labia -- not easily
done, but she was short, and he had long arms...  "We'll see who's raping
who once you lather up!"  Then his grin turned wicked, "Maybe I'll do your
ass..."  Her asshole was easier to get at; playing with her asshole with a
finger got an instant reaction, too!

        Jean tried to swallow Lon's cock, instinctively hoping to distract
him from her ass.  The worst of it was that he was right in that despite the
situation, she was deep into a sex act and playing with her holes WOULD get
her wet...  Fear made her eager to please -- but not necessarily dry between
the legs.  Besides, it wasn't as if she had a choice -- look at what he had
on her!  Rationalization brought cooperation, and the fingers shuttling
between her vaginal slit and her anus brought a preparatory wetness.

        "You're getting we-et..." Lon teased.  "Up!"  He pushed her off him
and stood.  Jean, caught by surprise, hit the floor, where she blinked up at
him owlishly.  "Back up on the couch," he grunted.

        Jean did as she was told.  "Lie on your back and spread 'em!" Lon
directed, and Jean figured he was going to move on to fucking -- but
instead, he dropped to his knees before the couch and thrust his cock into
her face.  "Suck!"  As Jean stuck out her tongue to recapture his glans, his
hand descended on her crotch, which was much more accessible in this
position, and his fingers started worrying at her clitoral hood.  His left
hand dragged her head to him so he could get better penetration between her
lips.  "Now WORK at it!"

        Jean did as she was told -- but Lon didn't look all that happy,
despite a serious effort on her part.  "Jeez, can't you deep throat?" Lon
whined.

        "Ngo..." Jean got out around his cock.

        "Shit.  All this trouble..."  Beth had him spoiled already.  He
shook his head, "If we weren't past the point of no return already, I'd say
fuck it and walk -- but we're fucked up now, so I might as well get me
some..."  He pressed her head to him, going deep, choking her.  "If you'd
offered the shit, I could turn it down and walk, but since you had to be a
bitch about it..."

        Jean's eyes watered.  She'd bruised the Hell out of his ego, and now
she was paying for it -- in spades!  She choked and gurgled, and Lon let up,
only to press her into his crotch again after a few moments.  "Do it RIGHT!"
he grunted.  "Beth can swallow that thing whole and lick my balls with her
nose in my pubic hair!  And you know what?  She LIKES it!"

        Jean blinked -- that was doable?  Wow!  Lon was pretty good sized --
damn, EVERYBODY seemed to be bigger than Hugh had been...  She started
seriously working to accommodate him, both while she was choking on his
length and while he let her recover.

        Lon was angry and Lon was hurt -- but he wasn't seriously the rapist
type, so he started cutting Jean some slack while fingering her.  What he
hoped for was to have Jean settle down and decide to fuck and shelve the
hard feelings -- but he realized the he was probably up the creek as far as
THAT went.  Still, he could try...

        Jean backed off him and gasped, "Okay, Lon -- I'm sorry!"

        Lon sighed.  "Yeah, okay.  But it doesn't fix anything, does it?
You'll never VOLUNTEER to fuck me, now, so if I'm going to get any, it has
to be now -- and I have to MAKE you do it by holding shit over your head!
If you're REALLY sorry, though, you could think about enjoying the whole
thing -- or at least pretending to..."

        Jean had to think about that -- the concept seemed so alien.  But
Lon's fingers in her pussy felt pretty good...  "Urk!"  She backed off
again.  "Can I tell you what's good, then?"

        "Huh?"  Lon blinked.  "Well, that wouldn't hurt..."

        " 'Kay," Jean gasped.  "You're in a good spot, but you're crushing
it.  Run your fingers alongside, not on top.  Sometimes, things can get TOO
intense..."  As Lon shifted his attack mode on her clitoral hood, Jean
wondered just what the Hell she was doing...

        "Awright," Lon replied.  "You should learn, too!  You need to jack
back the foreskin there and use your tongue on the ridge at the back of the
head -- and especially at the bottom!"

        'I knew that', Jean thought -- but the presence of his foreskin had
distracted her and she wasn't sure what variables it added to the equation.
She jacked it back, "Does that hurt?"

        "Naw," Lon replied.  "It slides back and forth all the time, even
when you're fucking."  He peered at her.  "You REALLY never fooled with an
uncircumcised dick?"

        Conversation was making the whole thing more palatable for Jean; Lon
was settling down, for one thing...  "No.  I guess my education is... pretty
limited."

        Lon nodded, ruminating.  "You should have been at Beth's yesterday.
I learned a LOT of shit!"

        Backing off again, Jean asked, "Was it really that wild?"

        "Jack me if you're gonna talk," Lon directed, matter-of-factly.
"That's probably one thing being uncircumcised has on being cut -- you sort
of have a built-in jack-off wrapper."  He grinned.  "Yeah, pretty wild.
Beth gives serious head -- you ought to hang out with her once, you might
learn something!  She did both Rick and I.  Mama made her eat pussy.  Rick
and I rode her at the same time -- I got to fuck her ass!"

        Jean, who had returned to the blowjob, backed off and said "Whew!
And your mother?"

        Lon raised an eyebrow, asking, 'Do you really want to know?' with
his expression.  "Well, there was the pussy eating, and Toby did her up,
too.  Mama actually deep-throated him -- and I KNOW she doesn't do THAT to
just ANYBODY!"  He eyed her, letting it sink in, then restated the obvious,
"Toby seems to get what he wants -- even from Mama..."

        Jean got the hint; maybe it was stupid of her to think she was
special...  She looked away, but renewed her attack on Lon's length.  After
a bit, she backed off and muttered, "Lon, I'm REAL sorry..."

        "I think we're fucked from a relationship standpoint, anyway, don't
you?" Lon looked disgusted with the whole situation -- and he was.  "Let's
just fuck, all right?  We both kinda crossed a line, and we're not gonna
really ever get it back.  Let's fuck and treat it as a learning experience
and move on."

        Lon was right -- she'd never trust him again -- and he still had
pictures -- but she'd added significantly to the mess, and she was SUPPOSED
to be an adult!  "Okay.  Now?"

        "Might as well."  Jean gave 'just okay' head; he didn't really think
she was shorting him -- Toby got off in her mouth, but it had been too quick
for it to be superior technique.  Lon withdrew and circled around.

        Jean forestalled him as he climbed onto the couch.  "Lon, would you
use a rubber?  Please?"

        Lon frowned.  "Toby didn't."

        Jean sighed.  "I know it looks bad, but you're right -- I got
carried away with him -- twice.  I'm on the Pill, but only for a couple of
days -- I'm sure that after this, you don't REALLY want to father kids by
me..."

        Lon contrived to see the humor in this.  "So, if you got a bun in
the oven, it's Superdick's!  Seeing how he is, how comfortable is THAT gonna
be?"

        Jean took the hit gracefully.   "Not very, I'm afraid."

        Lon chased down his shorts and dug in a pocket.  "You put it on."
He tossed a foil packet at her.

        "Okay."  It was the least she could do...  She missed the catch, but
it didn't go far; there followed a delay while she fought the wrapper, then
had to puzzle out which way it rolled.

        Lon flinched as it grabbed at hairs at the base of his dick.  "You
ever do that before?"

        "No." Jean admitted.

        "Well, it sucks, I can tell you!  Everyone will be happier when your
pills take!  Lie back!"  He crawled up between her spread thighs, and the
pair discovered the other drawbacks to rubbers -- friction and attenuation.
Jean had been fairly damp, having gotten past the rape issue and having had
quite a bit of clitoral stimulation -- but the rubber wanted to snag,
anyway, and Lon could CERTAINLY tell the difference!  "Well, THIS sucks!" he
grunted.

        Jean could only agree.  "Sorry!"

        "I don't see how either one of us is gonna get any fun out of this
shit!" Lon groused.

        "It's good experience for you..." Jean ventured tentatively,
grimacing as Lon continued to try to fight his way into her.

        "Shit.  If a woman wants to fuck me, she'd better be on birth
control!" Lon railed.

        "There are diseases, too..." Jean pointed out, but her face was
strained.  Toby was working her out, certainly, but she DID shrink back --
and Lon was sizeable, too!  It was rubbing her raw...

        "Maybe -- but YOU don't have any!"  Lon pulled back, grimaced as he
pulled off the damned thing, and moved to re-seat himself.

        Jean fought him, "Lon!"

        "I'll pull out and squirt on your belly, okay?  That thing SUCKS!"
Lon argued.

        "Okay," Jean subsided.  She wasn't happy, but she agreed with Lon --
rubbers sucked!

        The difference was night and day -- for both of them.  Lon slid
right in, assisted by his foreskin, which buffered his passage.  Jean didn't
say much because she didn't want to admit it, but it WAS good.  At this
point, the question became 'How long before Lon figures that out?'  Jean
really didn't want Lon to decide that he wanted a re-match at some point if
she could get away with it...

        Lon helped her case in that he wasn't looking THAT hard to see
whether Jean was enjoying the fuck or not -- he was concentrating on getting
his own nut, and FUCK her!  But there WAS a certain amount of injured pride
working in him, so when it became apparent that Jean's pussy was a pleasant
place to be and she wasn't being a total bitch about things, he started
working on getting her to admit that generic dick was as good as generic
pussy.

        Jean noticed the shift in things; Lon slowed down a bit and started
trying things -- getting at her clit wasn't easy, but he worked it for a
while, then shifted to her nipples, one at a time.  Jean reacted despite
herself; the rape mindset being largely defused, she had little to fall back
on in the way of outrage or trauma to keep her from actually feeling what
was going on.  Her hips had started rolling automatically almost
immediately, reacting to his strokes and ramming her most sensitive parts
against his; she justified this by rationalizing that she couldn't appear to
be a totally dead lay or Lon would get pissed, having seen her with Toby.
The facts were, however, that she probably couldn't have stopped that
reaction, anyway, once the act became pleasurable.  The sex drive operates
at a level below mind games; while it participates in them, it is usually
the unconscious ones that get serviced, not the top layer of logical
scheming.  That's how the species manages to propagate despite the fact that
everyone has their own little needs and desires.  Sex is a tool for some --
but it tends to turn in the hand and work on the wielder as much as the
target.

        So Lon set out to make Jean cum, and Jean set out to make him fail,
while maintaining the appearance of cooperation.  The complexity of Jean's
goal made it the more difficult one to achieve -- and Jean's basic makeup
made it impossible.

        The most obvious problem was additional stimulation; she could stop
him, or she could endure it.  Stopping him was uncooperative, so...  But
endurance meant rising above the whole thing, and there was the basic act to
be dealt with, too -- so Jean let out a gasp when Lon started playing with
her nipples, telling Lon all he needed to know about the effectiveness of
the effort.  At that point, she couldn't get away; concentrating on damping
the sparks from her nipples left her vulnerable to the sensations in her
vagina and clitoris, and shifting her attention to putting a chill on them
meant that her nipples resumed spiking.

        Below that was the issue of instinct -- and instinct was moving her
pussy to the precise location where Lon's cock would do the most good.
While Jean could override that momentarily, if her attention shifted,
instinct brought her back into alignment with the goal of a big, cum-sucking
orgasm that would pull semen into her womb.  This was reproduction 101 and
it had a few million years of programming behind it -- it required a
conscious override.  But Jean didn't have the resources...

        Lon had watched Toby work on Jean -- and he knew her ass was an
erogenous zone.  So when she stopped overtly reacting to his manipulation of
her nipples, he propped her legs across his upper arms and took another run
at her clit -- then, when she screwed up her face in an effort to handle
that, he let the hand slip lower...

        A fingertip sliding along the crack of her ass put Jean in a panic
-- but she was pinned in position, and wasn't going anywhere.  So she tensed
-- and her pussy clamped down on Lon's cock, which was better for BOTH of
them!

        Things went downhill from there.  Lon periodically tickled her
little bung with a fingertip, and Jean responded by tightening up -- and
everything would go up a notch.  Then Lon would shift targets, and she would
try to put out the fire in her nipples or her clit and while she was doing
that, he'd run a finger across her winking anus again.  Pretty soon, there
weren't any notches left!

        Lon was satisfied; Jean was as red as a beet from the top of her
head to her nipples.  She was gonna blow, and blow hard -- soon!  But Lon
was ALSO excited, and he had to get out before he could cum...  How was he
gonna handle that?

        Things were urgent, but Lon had a sudden inspiration!  Reaching
under and poising his finger on her bud again, he hissed, "I ought to fuck
your ass!"  He tickled the opening and Jean's eyes popped -- and everything
pulsed, including her anus!  Lon pressed forward as Jean's anus flowered
open and when the nibbling little mouth closed, he was in to the first
joint!

        Jean screamed!  She seized up and everything let go, the power of
her release augmented by her efforts to keep the whole thing from happening.
Her vagina clutched Lon's distended cock once, twice, three times -- and Lon
roared and lurched backwards to clear her twat before shooting gouts of cum
all over her stomach and chest!

        Lon's finger popping out of her ass set off another shockwave; Jean
was devastated.  Arguably, this was her biggest orgasm to date!  It was
embarrassing and humiliating -- and a source of masochistic joy.  Jean's
body had betrayed her

        Lon, intent on extending his own pleasure, crawled off the couch and
circled to his earlier position, gasping, "Suck!" and shoving his cock at
Jean's face.  Jean didn't argue, especially after he stuck his thumb in her
vagina and started teasing her pulsing sphincter with a fingertip; instead,
she made like a vacuum cleaner without even thinking about it.  When she
came back to herself, it was to Lon nodding to himself, murmuring, "That's
some good shit!  I guess I don't have to ask you if you enjoyed yourself..."

        Excess emotion did a flip-flop, and Jean burst into tears.  She'd
been embarrassed, humiliated; Lon had blackmailed her into sex and she'd had
the mother of all orgasms!  Now she would probably never be rid of him...

        But Lon sat back on his haunches, withdrawing his hand, and
murmured, "This has been expensive -- but I guess we both learned
something..."  With that, he got up and started collecting his clothing.
Stepping into his shorts, he observed quietly, "Sex and romance are a good
combination -- but it seems like only guys understand that they don't HAVE
to go together.  Want me to get you a washrag?"

        Sniffling, Jean waved it off, then choked out, "What did YOU learn?"

        Lon eyed her for a moment, then said, "I learned -- again -- that
women aren't reasonable."  Then he turned and walked out.

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