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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 32 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 mm inc

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 32

        Rick braced himself and took a run at something even more dangerous
-- Jean!  "Mom, we've got to talk."

        "Dear?"

        "I met this girl..."

        "WHAT?" Jean's eyes popped.

        "C'mon, Mom, you know this shit isn't going to last!  You said so
yourself!"

        "Well, yes, but..."

        "And I can't take Candace to the Prom -- or Beth -- or Louise..."

        "I know, Son, but..."

        "I know better than to blow this, okay?  It's totally separate!"
Rick insisted.

        "Well, it is until she doesn't put out one day and you go to see one
of us...  Women sense that kind of thing, Dear." Jean argued.

        "Well, she's not putting out right now, and I haven't stepped in
it..."

        "The time will come, Dear -- and after she does, she'll be VERY
sensitive..."

        "Yeah, I know..." Rick's glance condemned her.

        "What do you want to do then, Dear?" Jean sighed.

        "I thought I'd invite her here -- maybe go swimming.  It probably
wouldn't hurt if you were here..."  Rick eyed his mother sidelong.

        "Why?"

        "She's afraid we'll do our own version of Little Red Riding Hood --
with me as the wolf!"  Rick grinned at his own wit.

        "I see..." Jean grinned back.  "What if she decides that she WANTS
to be eaten?"

        "Well..." Rick rolled his eyes.

        Jean ran her hand through her son's curls and said, "In the
afternoon, okay?"  Then she got up and walked out, saddened.  This thing
hadn't lasted very long -- was Toby asking Beth the same question?  Would it
end quickly, or drag on forever, but be gone, anyway?  She needed him more
than ever -- but did he need her?

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        "Sally?"

        "Lon?"  Surprise caused Sally's voice to climb to a squeak.  It was
silly, actually -- if Teela was talking to her, Rick was talking to him.
Why was she surprised?

        "Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?"

        "Well, no, not much..."

        "Want to come up to my place and go swimming?  My Mama will be
here," he added hurriedly.

        "Are you sure?  My Mom..."  Sally began.

        "No, I'm sure -- want me to have her tell you?"

        "Uh, no, that's okay."  Sally felt a little foolish -- did she
really WANT that kind of protection?

        "So it's okay?"

        "Yeah."

        "I'll come by about one, okay?"

        "Sure."

        "See you then."

        "Okay.  Bye!"  Sally started digging in drawers, then headed down to
the laundry room.

        Her mother watched her breeze through from the kitchen.  "What are
you looking for?"

        "My swimsuits, Mom.  Have you seen them?"

        "You're going swimming?"

        "Well, yes..."  Sally rolled her eyes.  "That's what you usually
wear swimsuits for -- that and beauty contests..."

        "If you're going to be nasty, Dear, I'll not tell you where I put
them!" Eleanor Harkness told her daughter.

        "All right!  Yes!  I've been invited swimming!"

        "Which suit do you want?"

        "Well, not the one with the skirt...  The blue -- no, maybe not that
one..."

        "So, what's the name of that blond boy?"

        "Er, what?"

        "Dear, there is a boy in this, or you'd have asked for your black
one-piece and been done with it!  Do you think I'm an idiot?"

        Sally opened her mouth, closed it, looked disgusted.  "Well..."

        "Am I right, or am I right?"

        "Okay, okay!"

        "Where are you going to be swimming, then?"

        Sally hung her head.  "His house.  His mother will be there!  He
swore to me!"

        "Do you trust him?"

        "Yeah, pretty much.  He's passed the Teela test..."

        "What is he, a eunuch?" Eleanor laughed.

        "No, but he has this friend...  The friend thinks he's nuts to want
to go out with me..."

        "That's not nice..." Eleanor frowned.  "And how is it a reference?"

        "Well, the other guy sort of indicated that he was really interested
in me, not just..."  Sally dropped her eyes.  "Part of it was the guy
telling Teela that he thinks it's just insane -- I'm not his type."

        "Not the blond boy's type?"

        "No, the other guy."  Sally grinned.  "But then, HE'S got Teela on
the run!"

        "Teela?  Some boy is chasing Teela?  HE needs to have his head
examined!" Eleanor chortled.

        "Oh, Mom, they're so cute!  You should see them!  He sets her off
and then trips her up -- it's a sight!"  Sally's eyes shone.

        "It's hard to imagine..." Eleanor shook her head.  "So what's with
the blond boy?  You were pretty shaky the other day..."

        "I... think he's being honest with me," Sally murmured hesitantly.
"He just says he likes me and he's been pretty cool..."

        "They generally start out that way," Eleanor sighed.  Sally was
going to get hurt sometime -- probably several times, in Eleanor's opinion.
But she didn't have to stand around and watch...

        "Well, he's taking his time."

        "Is he really interested?"

        "He says he is.  His friend says he is..."

        Eleanor grimaced.  "Has sex come up?"

        "Well, yeah."

        "Uh huh.  Tell me."

        "Well, I asked him, flat out, what he was up to, and told him I'm
not easy.  He said...  He said that he wasn't ruling it out -- and that
basically, if he did, what would that say about where he was going?  You
don't get serious about a girl you're not thinking about having sex with."
Sally shrugged.  "I figure he's right -- if I'm not desirable, what is he up
to?  Like he said -- if he didn't find me sexually attractive, wouldn't that
be kind of an insult?"

        "He sounds pretty slick to me..."

        "Well, when I pressed him about it, he said, 'I thought we were
going to a movie?' and that was kind of the end of it."

        Eleanor blinked.  "Well, he's patient, I guess.  But -- forgive me,
Dear -- why you?"

        Sally sighed.  "I asked.  He said a couple of strange things.
First, he said experience had shifted his perspective.  Later, I asked him
what that meant and he said he wasn't into Barbie dolls.  Odd, huh?"

        Eleanor frowned.  "Very.  Somewhat reassuring, though.  Has he had
any girlfriends you're aware of?"

        "No."

        "Hmmm.  Well...  So how many other kids are going to be at this pool
party?"

        "I don't know."

        "One?"  Her mother eyed her over her eyeglasses.

        "Maybe."  Sally looked away.

        "Do you feel that safe?" her mother asked.

        "He swore to me..." Sally insisted.  "He said I could talk to her!"

        "Dear," Eleanor sighed, "Don't sell yourself short..."

        "No, of course not!"

        Eleanor eyed her daughter.  "The blue bikini is in the bathroom
closet."

        "Thanks, Mom!"  Sally kissed her mother on the cheek and dashed
upstairs to see if the bikini still fit.

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        "Hey, Munchkin!"

        "Rick?"

        "Who else has your crypt code?"

        "Awright, Smartass!" Teela growled.

        "Ooooo!  Elvira wants to bite!" Rick taunted.  "But to do that you
have to come within reach..."

        "Lucky you -- you're on the other end of the phone!"

        "Well, I don't have to be.  Why don't you come up to my house
tomorrow and we'll swim in my pool for a while?  I can show you my crypt,
and we can hang out for a while in an empty closet..."

        "Are you serious?" Teela asked, incredulous.

        "Where ELSE am I gonna get blood that fresh?"

        "Awright, I'm not a vampire!"

        "You sure aren't!" Rick chuckled, "but you make a seriously fine
victim!  I put my lips on your neck and..."

        "Okay, okay!"  The collapse of her defenses that occurred every time
he did that was embarrassing.

        "So come swimming.  Seriously, my mom will be around to make sure I
don't drain you dry."

        "I dunno..."

        "What's the problem?" Rick's voice turned serious.

        "Poppa..."  Teela lived with her dad; Momma had been prone to
depression.  Whether that day when she was ten had been an accident or
suicide wasn't clear, but officially, she'd fallen...

        "Drag him along, if you have to -- we'll keep it clean.  Although we
might kill each other if we can't kiss, occasionally..."

        "No, it's okay."  Poppa didn't have the tools to raise a daughter;
she was more or less living proof.  She would avoid the issue with him.
"Where?"

        "I'll come get you," Rick replied.  "About one?"

        "Yeah, okay."

        "See you then.  Stock up -- I don't want you a quart low!"  Rick's
chuckle closed off the conversation.

        Teela put down the phone and sat there, letting it all soak in.
He'd called!  She had a date with a boy!  Jeezus!  What the FUCK was she
gonna wear!

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        About five p.m., Terence sidled up to his mother.  "Uh, Mama?  You
got Candace's number?"

        Louise eyed her eldest son.  "Yeah...  Which one do you want to talk
to?"

        "Beth."  Terence looked away.

        "She's gonna be working at eleven, Boy.  She might be sleeping!"
Louise and Beth were starting four days of graveyard shift work.  Louise was
off for a nap in a few minutes, herself...

        "Well, maybe she slept before..."

        "Maybe.  Here.  Write 'em down -- I'm done pimping for you."  She
handed him a slip of paper.  "Even if Candace says yes, it's no if Beth
isn't available."

        "Yes, Ma'am."

        "What about your brother?"

        "Not tonight, he says."  Actually, Damian had asked Terence to
inquire as to Candace's availability on Monday -- but not to let on it was
for him...

        Louise nodded.  "Be careful in front of your father."  Fred was in
watching sports on television.  "If he finds out you have a girlfriend,
he'll probably be thrilled -- but he might get nosy.  If you tell him you're
getting pussy from an older woman, then he might want you to share..."

        "Yes, Ma'am."  Hiding shit from Pa rankled -- but it was
necessary...

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        "Candace?"

        "Yes?"  The reply over the phone was cautious.

        "This is, um, Terence..."

        "Oh, hi, Hon," Candace replied, mildly relieved.  "What can I do for
you?"

        "I wanted to ask about seeing Beth..."

        "Oh."  Mild disappointment.  "Tonight?"

        "Yeah..."

        "Well, she's working late, I think, but if she's game, tell her I
said okay."

        "Great!"  Damian, listening over the speakerphone, waved his hands;
Terence continued, "What about you?  Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

        "You stud, you!" Candace chortled.  "No, the usual, watching TV,
working on my tan...  Lon is having some girl over from school in the
afternoon, so we would have to be, um, circumspect..."  The idea of
introducing him as the pool boy flashed through her head, but it probably
wouldn't work -- the girl might know him -- AND it wouldn't be nice...
"Still, it might add a little spice to things..."

        "Cool!" Terence grinned.  Damian grinned even wider; Candace was
going to get a surprise...  "Well, thanks -- I'll talk to you later..."

        "Have fun, Hon.  Get her once for me.  In fact, unless she has a
serious excuse, tell her I said make time for you!"

        "Thanks, Candace!  Bye!"  Terence hung up.

        Damian smacked a fist into his palm.  "Got you, you little bitch!"

        "Dude, don't fuck shit up..." Terence warned.

        "It'll be cool.  If she can't avoid me, she'll roll over.  I won't
ruin anything." Damian promised.  "Call Beth."

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        "Beth?"  The call found her lounging in the den.  She was slept out,
and was going to have to put in her work shift and the early morning with
the girls before she would be tired enough to sleep through the day
tomorrow...

        "Yes?"  She got a limited number of calls from boys...

        "It's, um, Terence..."

        "Sweetie!  How are you?"  Genuine pleasure flooded from her; Terence
was such a nice boy...

        "I'm fine.  Say, uh, I hear you're workin' late, but..." Terence
stammered.

        "You want to come see an old fat woman?  Goody!  When can you come?"
Beth asked.

        "Well, how 'bout now?"

        "Sure!  I'll call Mistress..."

        "Already did.  She said give you one for her," Terence supplied.

        "Well, you need an address, then...  Got something to write on?"
She rattled it off.  "Need directions?"  They went back and forth a bit,
then Beth said, "Is it just you, Sweetie, or should I expect Damian?"

        "Well, it was just me, but..."

        "No, no!  Don't get me wrong!  I just wanted to be prepared!  I
didn't mean it to sound like you weren't enough..."

        But Damian had his head cocked; apparently, he was rethinking his
earlier decision...  He asked Terence in gestures...

        "Hang on a sec, willya, Beth?"  Terence turned to Damian.  "So?"

        "I haven't had any of that ass..." Damian replied.

        "Hey, I'm thinking it'll be both of us, okay?  We can, like, do a
cleanup, and you can give Little Bro a little ass..."

        "Or a lot," Beth chuckled.  "You want to be here for the enema,
then?  Didn't see enough before?"

        "Yeah," Terence admitted.

        "Okay, I'll wait.  Better hurry, it'll cut into our playtime..."

        "We're comin'!"

        "Bye!"

        Ten minutes later, Fred looked up to see his sons hitting the door.
"Where you two goin'?"

        "Go visit a friend," Terence replied.

        "Awright.  When you back?"

        "Before too late," Terence replied.  "Mama knows the number."

        "Cool."  Fred turned back to the TV.  They were good boys...

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        Toby let them in.  "Ma's all hot and bothered.  You guys have fun,
okay?"

        "Cool.  Where ya headed?" Terence asked.

        "I can't play here, so I'll go see Jean..."

        "Cool.  Say hi for us."

        "Sure."  It was a compliment to the boys that Toby had no problem
leaving Ma home with them -- but he DID have an ace in the hole...

        Beth met them in a light robe.  "Come to my room, boys!  Do you need
to take the edge off?  I could suck you..."

        "Yeah, cool..." Terence murmured.  This might be the time he got a
real look at Beth's technique; Little Bro wouldn't mind...

        "Let's get you two out of those jeans..."  Beth tossed a couple of
pillows on the floor and knelt on them, shrugging out of her robe.

        She started tugging at Terence's jeans, but he waved her at Damian,
"I wanna watch..."

        "Okay."

        Damian raised an eyebrow.  Big Bro was slipping -- or he trusted
Beth a LOT!  What HAD they done in the bathroom the other day?  But Beth's
lips surrounded his cock head and he quit worrying any too much, kicking out
of his running shoes and helping her shove his jeans down his legs.  "Fuck,
that's good!"  Beth clasped his thighs to her and bent her head to
straighten her neck -- and Damian's cock disappeared to the root between her
lips!

        Big Bro was down there, watching, bug-eyed.  Damian shook his head;
Big Bro was DEFINITELY fucking up!  But he was down there, muttering about
how fucking wild it was...

        Beth took him from tip to root a half-dozen times in succession --
something he'd never seen even in videos -- before backing off and
swallowing a mouthful of spit.  "It's not hard, if you position your neck
right -- and if you can override your gag reflex!  Want some more?"  She was
asking Damian, but eyeing Terence.

        Damian answered "Yes", but it was over a mutter of, "I'd give my
left nut..." from Terence.

        Beth cocked her head.  "You kind of have to get over the first
hurdle before moving on to that, Sweetie..."

        Terence ducked his head and looked away, but the cat was out of the
bag.  Damian cleared his throat.  "We've, uh, done a little experimenting
with that kind of thing..."

        Beth caught Terence's chin and pulled his face back.  "Who all
knows?"

        Terence was blinking back tears of embarrassment and humiliation, so
Damian answered.  "Just us.  You'd be three.  Mama doesn't know -- but she
probably wouldn't be surprised."  Terence glanced up, surprised, and Damian
added, "Mama and I had a talk the other day.  One of the things that came
out was that Pa wouldn't ever admit it, but he's probably done it..."

        "No shit?"  Terence blinked.

        "No shit," Damian insisted.  "Mama says he's probably done it all --
but he was real secretive about it -- you know Pa."

        "You mean?"

        "Yeah.  Booty duty."

        Beth took things up.  "Sweetie, your Mama told me she and your daddy
used to swing -- and swingers tend to try a little bit of everything, you
know?  It's all part of the territory.  If I told you some of the things
I've done..."

        "So, is it bad?" Terence asked.

        "Well, that's complicated," Beth replied.  "If somebody found out
that you and your brother were doing it, that's incest -- and a problem.
But if you wanted to try it with someone else, you'd have to admit it to
them -- and I'm guessing that's ALSO a problem..."

        "Yeah..." Terence agreed quietly.

        "You'd probably be safe inside the group, since you all already know
stuff you can't tell on one another," Beth hazarded, "but I don't know if
you really want to pursue that kind of thing with Rick or Lon," Beth picked
up a flinch, "or Toby..."  She sat back a moment.  "Lon?"

        "Lon?" Damian echoed.  Terence looked up, under the gun from his
brother, who added, "When were you gonna tell me?"

        "Wasn't gonna happen," Terence choked out.

        Damian snorted.  "So now what?"

        "Well, Sweetie, if you two are already past the basics, I don't
really have an incest thing -- besides, it's not like you can get each other
pregnant!"  She turned to Terence, "You want to learn?"

        Terence couldn't meet anyone's eyes, "Yeah."

        "It's nothing to be ashamed of!" Beth insisted.  "Worst case, you're
bisexual, which isn't a problem.  You're not hung on guys, are you?  You
don't fuck like it..."

        "No," Terence admitted, "It's an occasional thing, outside of takin'
care of Little Bro's overflow...  Lon's just..."

        "Hot," Beth finished for him.  "He's a nice boy, too -- but I'm not
sure he's bi.  Boys are SO secretive about such things!  I lick pussy -- and
I'm not the ONLY woman in the group who does! -- and nobody says a thing,
but boys..."  She shook her head.

        Damian was onto something, though.  "You said you don't have an
incest thing..."

        Beth shook her head.  "Incest is SUPPOSED to be about genetics --
but it's gotten out of hand.  I stay on birth control -- always have.  There
was a time when -- if I'd known what Toby was carrying -- he'd be sleeping
in my bed, now..."  She grinned.  "I'm happy to have other outlets, though
-- I'd have probably ruined him for other women!"

        "But you'd fuck him?" Damian pressed.

        Beth wrinkled her nose.  "Probably not, now.  Too many
complications."

        "All things being equal, though?"

        "If he wanted it," Beth admitted.  "I'd never ask, and I won't tell
him -- and YOU shouldn't, either!  That's a secret between us -- like this
other thing!  But I wish I'd had the opportunity to feel what the other
girls in the group get..."

        "I wonder how general that is?" Damian wondered aloud.

        "That's a good question, Damian," Beth replied.  "But it stands
about as good a chance of getting answered as the question of whether Lon is
bi..."  Shrugging, she changed the subject.  "If you two want to show me
where you are, I can offer some help..."

        Terence looked up at his brother, but Damian said, "You started
this, Bro..."

        "I didn't, really..."

        "Okay, maybe I kicked it off, but I was looking for something -- and
I got it," Damian insisted.

        Terence wasn't buying.  "Not everything, you didn't."

        "What's this all about, boys?" Beth asked.

        Damian sighed.  "You knew?"

        "Way things have been goin' lately?" Terence replied.  "Last
night..."

        "Damian?" Beth looked at the boy.

        "I was angling for some ass," Damian admitted.  "I was pushing
things that direction -- slow, so Big Bro wouldn't freak out and close up
shop."

        Beth nodded.  It had been working, too, based upon the enema
incident...  "And you?"

        Damian dropped his eyes.  "I was willing to try it, and to do
whatever it took to be fair, but..."  He grimaced.  "I wanted to end up on
top."

        That was NOT what Terence wanted to hear!  "You was gonna make me
your bitch?" he demanded.

        "I'd have let you ride!" Damian defended himself.

        "Damn straight!" Terence howled.

        "Boys!" Beth cut in.  "Let's not get stupid, here!  Terence, these
things operate over a range; your brother has pretty much defined where he
is -- you REALLY need to think about why he thought he could get away with
it before you get TOO upset!"

        "Meanin' what?" Terence grunted belligerently.

        Beth turned to Damian, "What did your mother tell you EXACTLY?"

        Damian related Louise's description of Fred's secretive visits to
the sauna.  Beth turned to Terence, "If I heard that, and I was already far
along..."

        "Yeah." Terence turned away.  Pa did queer shit?  For sure?

        "Sorry, Bro," Damian grunted.  "I figured, as long as I took it
slow, we'd get there, real quiet-like.  And if you thought it was good..."

        Terence was hurting.  "Pa still likes his women..."

        "Bisexuals play both sides, Sweetie.  It's no big thing, either
way...  He might not have been able to handle the idea of getting caught,
though, so he either stopped or he's being REAL secretive about what he's
doing...."  She paused.  "I'm not going to be telling anyone -- and I'll
help you, as far as you want to go.  And I won't judge you..."

        Terence eyed his brother.  "I...  Well, I'm interested, but..."

        Beth looked back and forth between them.  "What am I missing here?"

        Damian took it up.  "We've been doing tit for tat -- nobody asks for
more than he's willing to give up himself.  Deep throat -- I don't know that
I want to go that far..."

        Beth nodded.  "What about anal?"

        "I was gonna play -- enough to be fair at least...  But I was hoping
it would shake out to me just giving head, eventually."

        Terence grimaced.  "An' me bein' a bitch."

        "Only if you really got into it..." Damian mumbled.

        "Terence," Beth interjected, "to be fair, has Damian NOT kept things
even?  If you insisted, don't you think he would continue?"

        Terence eyed his brother.  "Yeah, probably -- but he's slick..."

        "I think it was a case of him hoping that the situation would end up
shaking out with him doing what he preferred to do and you doing what you
preferred to do," Beth said gently.  "And we're hearing what he THINKS is
the best case..."  She turned to Damian, "Have you had anal sex with
ANYONE?"

        "No."

        "So you don't know -- and neither of you are there yet, as far as
being on the receiving end goes, right?"  She got nods.  "Okay.  Terence,
you've got me, and you've got your brother, here -- and that's the absolute
minimum it takes to learn what you want to know.  If Damian doesn't want to
do deep-throat, then he shouldn't be allowed to ask for it -- although you
might choose to give it.  But he IS the perfect person for you to learn on,
because anyone else would have to know your secret.  I suggest that you
treat this as a one-off -- he's helping you, here, not ripping you off.
Depending on how it goes, maybe he should agree to give you regular head,
after -- but he may have to put up with a few things, too, while you're
learning...  You understand?"

        "Yeah."

        "Okay.  Anal sex is outside of this agreement -- if you want to
avoid it now, that's your choice -- but you may be being vindictive and
robbing yourself of an opportunity to learn in safety.  You need to think
about that.  As for Damian, if he wants to try it, he can have mine --
either one of you can -- any time Candace allows it.  Okay?" Beth eyed them
both.

        "Yeah." Terence grunted.

        "Okay."  Damian agreed.

        "Damian, obviously your brother is going to be sensitive over this
-- you're going to need to go out of your way to be fair..." Beth pointed
out.

        "Always have been," Damian retorted.  "That won't change..."

        "Okay.  Finish getting naked, and I'll go get a tub..." Beth
directed.

        "A tub?"  Terence blinked.

        "You might have trouble with your gag reflex.  I did," Beth
amplified.

        "Oh."

        Five minutes later, they were all reorganized...  Everyone was
naked.  Damian was seated on the edge of the bed, and Beth was warming him
up.  Terence watched avidly as Beth took Damian to the root and managed to
swallow around him -- even managed to stick out her tongue a bit and lave
his balls.  Backing off, she swallowed a couple of times to clear out excess
spit and said, "Some of that stuff is pretty advanced -- I practiced a lot.
We're going to work on just the basics -- getting Damian in deep, one shot
at a time.  Okay?"

        "Uh huh..."  Terence nodded.

        "Okay.  Now, for beginners, when you're going deep, trying to use
your lips on the in-stroke is a distraction, because you're thinking about
your throat.  You get more stimulation coming back out, and that's when you
ought to clamp down.  I don't suppose I need to warn you about teeth..."

        "Nope," Terence grinned.

        Beth nodded.  "With girls, I might have had to, but you know the
results first-hand.  Let's see you just do the regular thing..."

        "Okay."  Terence replaced her between his brother's legs and started
a 'normal' blowjob, enveloping Damian's shaft with his mouth and moving back
and forth over his glans, licking and sucking.

        "Oh, good!" Beth exclaimed, "You have the basics!  Girls don't get
it, a lot of the time -- they forget they're simulating a fuck..."  Once
again, she chalked it up to direct experience on the receiving end.  "Okay,
run it in deep, but don't go for the whole thing.  Get up some spit, like I
told you the other day."

        Terence pushed forward enough that Damian's cock touched the back of
his throat, triggering his gag reflex, then backed off.  "Get it under
control," Beth cooed.  "That's good.  Don't go TOO far and don't do it often
enough that you have to vomit.  Just get the spit machine running.  Try to
keep your stomach down where it belongs."

        Terence couldn't talk and he couldn't really nod.  His eyes were
watering; this was TOUGH!  His respect for Beth went up a notch or two --
and it was already up there...

        Damian was learning that being a teaching dummy wasn't necessarily
the most pleasant thing in the world.  Since Terence was working on
technique more than satisfaction, he wasn't being properly serviced...

        Terence managed not to puke during the preparation, so Beth moved
him on, "Next is position; you can't take him down your throat if it's all
kinked up -- well, maybe you can if he's a giant and only semi-hard, but not
normally.  You need to kind of stick your neck out do it's a straight shot,
like this..."  She demonstrated, extending her neck and lowering her head.
"Try it."  Terence did so.  "That's not bad..."  She reached out and brought
his chin up a bit.  "Now, the next part is the hard part -- and you might
need help; I did, the first few times.  You can try it yourself, but if you
fail, it will make things harder next time.  What you need to do is to trust
Damian and let him pull you in.  Can you do that?  I'll be watching, and we
won't be hanging around in there for any amount of time..."

        Terence backed off so he could speak.  "Okay."

        "All right.  It's expected that you will think we're going too far,
but think about it -- you've seen me do it.  You know it can be done -- so
don't freak; you're not going to choke to death or anything.  Work up some
spit and we'll fine-tune your position again..."  While Terence took Damian
in a few times, Beth addressed herself to her teaching aide, "Pay attention
to me and let him off immediately when I tell you.  He might not go the
whole distance, and he might fight; what we WANT to do is to force him to
finish, so he has the accomplishment behind him and can work on the
discomforts -- but if it's not going to happen, we need to back off, right
away.  Understand?"  Damian nodded.  "Okay, Sweetie," Beth murmured to
Terence, adjusting his head and neck with gentle hands, "Here we go."  She
nodded at Damian, who put his hand behind his brother's head and began to
bore in, but almost immediately yelled, "STOP!"

        Damian flinched and backed off.  Beth turned to Terence and said,
"You were starting to hunch yourself up and get all tight.  You were messing
up your position, so I stopped things.  Don't you trust Damian?  Okay,
relax, let's go again."  Beth repositioned Terence and rubbed his back.
"Damian, put your hand back on his head -- let him get used to it.  Terence,
work it a bit -- I bet you lost your spit..."  Terence started moving back
and forth on Damian's cock.  "That's it, try not to go up and down, just in
and out... Now!"

        Damian, working purely by reflex, snatched his brother into his
crotch.  Terence, taken totally by surprise, didn't tense and didn't fight
-- and DID take Damian to the root!  Beth gave him about a second to realize
success, then yelled, "Okay, let him off!"

        Damian snatched his hand away, and Terence threw himself backwards,
then sat on his haunches, heaving.  But Beth was all praise, "You did it!
You took the whole thing!  Congratulations!"  Terence tried to grin and
avoid vomiting at the same time; he'd done it!  When his stomach settled
down, he'd do it again!

        Over the next fifteen minutes, Terence was successful about ten
times, only using the tub to bring up spit once after round three.  Beth
nodded satisfaction, "Okay, that's enough for today.  Damian, you were a
good egg -- at this point, there's no way he's going to be able to do enough
to get you off.  Terence and I are going to go play with the enema bag, and
then I'll give you some ass, okay?  You can come watch if you want; if you
two move on, you might need to know about it..."

        "Yeah, okay."  The three of them retired to the bathroom.

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