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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 35 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 1st rom mF M-dom ir oral mast

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 35

        Rick and Teela approached things a bit differently.  Of course,
Teela never escaped Rick's grasp and both were soaked before they had been
in the pool for thirty seconds.  Repeated dunkings washed the magenta spritz
out of Teela's hair and left her looking like a drowned rat, but she gave a
good account of herself.  Finally, breathless, they staggered to the edge of
the pool, where Rick pinned Teela against the edge.

        Teela, laughing, said, "You know that tale you told me about Lon
having his own source of no-strings sex?"

        "Yeah..." Rick put up a calm front, but he became cautious.

        "Does it apply to you?"

        "Maybe..."

        "Then why am I being poked by that boner of yours?  Hmmm?"

        "Maybe I've got a thing for skinny little sprites wearing next to
nothing..." Rick leered, pressing his crotch against hers.

        "As a group, or only certain individuals?" Teela shot back, then
sobered.  "Rick, I'm scared."

        "Of me?"

        "Of me, more like.  You know I can't..."  Her eyes searched his.

        "You don't have to," Rick replied, divining that she was admitting
to being defenseless.  "Concentrate on other people.  I'll be there to help
with THAT, too!"

        "Why am I here?"

        "Because I want you to be."

        "Why?  Why are YOU different?" she asked.

        "I don't know the answer to that any more than you do," he replied.
"It just is."

        "We fight."

        "Do we?  Is that what it is?" he retorted.

        "It's not making love..."

        "Things changed yesterday."

        "I want to make love."

        "Here?  Now?"  Rick displayed mild surprise.  In fact, he was MORE
than mildly surprised, but Teela tended to vacillate based upon his
responses, so he instinctively muffled them.

        Teela wrinkled her nose, "Not in the pool."

        Rick shrugged.  "Sensible.  Are you sure?"

        "It's... probably not smart -- but it's what I feel."

        Rick picked her up bodily and set her on the pool edge, then
clambered up beside her.  "I'll get towels."  He hopped up and left her
sitting there.

        She sat there, staring into the distance, for the few moments it
took him to recover a couple of beach towels from a bench along the wall,
feeling her stomach flutter more than anything else.  When he returned and
wrapped a towel around her shoulders, she covered his hand on her shoulder
with hers and said, "You're supposed to tell me I'm a fool and an idiot."

        Rick shrugged.  "Why, if I want it, too..."

        Teela turned her eyes to his.  "Why would you want to -- with me?"

        "Why would I NOT want to?" Rick replied.  "We're past this."

        "Are we?" Teela replied.  "I feel like I've just jumped off a cliff.
It's done -- I can't go back, but the rocks at the bottom keep getting
bigger and bigger..."

        Rick took her hand and pulled her to her feet.  "The rocks are
irrelevant -- you're beyond them."  He pulled her into an embrace, rubbing
her back.

        "I hope so."  Teela was a bundle of nerves.  "Have you done this
before?"

        Rick thought about it.  "Depends.  Have you?"

        "No."

        "I have -- but not with a girl who hasn't."  He held her eyes.
"Lon's situation DOES apply to me -- but it's all older women."

        "Older?  Like..."

        "Mom's age.  VERY experienced.  Look, we don't have to."

        "I WANT to -- I'm just scared to death."

        "What can I do?"

        "You can keep rubbing my back..."  She smiled up at him

        "That helps?"

        "You'd be amazed..."

        "How about this?"  Rick lowered his lips to hers.

        After an undefined time, she pulled back and husked, "Works like
gangbusters.  Where?"

        "Inside?"

        "I want to feel the sun," Teela replied, glancing around.  "Are we
safe?"

        Rick thought about it.  The privacy fence handled things from ground
level, but the houses on either side -- and the one behind, for that matter
-- were two-story.  "It's a crapshoot."

        Teela pursed her lips.  "It doesn't matter if we get seen, I guess
-- as long as no one volunteers to help..."

        "I don't see THAT happening!" Rick grinned.

        "Over there?"  Teela waved at a sunny spot near the fence.

        "On the pavement?  It's not likely to be comfortable."  Rick thought
about it.  "The loungers are kind of narrow..."

        "Let's just pull cushions onto the deck," Teela suggested.

        "Okay," Rick agreed.  The pair moved off toward the loungers, hand
in hand.

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        Jean turned from the window; things appeared to be going fairly
well.  They weren't doing anything insane, either way...  She headed off to
run some laundry.

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        They tossed two cushions on the deck in front of the loungers;
theoretically, they could have set up between two chairs and gotten some
cover that way, but that wasn't Teela's mood.  "Take off your trunks," she
said, tugging the bows out of the strings holding the tiny bikini top
against her breasts.

        Rick didn't argue; he was busy getting an eyeful of the pair of
stubby cones with puffy pink caps jutting from Teela's chest.  Teela watched
Rick come out of his trunks just as hungrily, and when his thick erection
was exposed, she knew nothing on Earth was going to stop what was coming
next, because she HAD to feel it.

        Rick simplified the process by coming forward to collect her
breasts.  Teela found herself with a handful of hot, hard shaft.  The thing
felt amazing -- nothing like she had imagined!  Rick's fingers on her
nipples felt incredible, too -- they were so hard they hurt, but somehow his
manipulations were soothing while setting off flashes of sensation
everywhere.  His lips descended on hers and it became hard to track who was
doing what to whom...

        Finally, Rick pulled back.  "What about birth control?" he croaked.

        "Poppa insisted that I get the Pill," Teela husked.

        "Get it off!"  Rick was amazed; he was barely rational.  Was he
being too pushy?

        The alacrity with which Teela pulled the side strings on the thong
loose said that he wasn't; the thing was floating to the ground in under two
seconds.  "How?" she moaned.

        "It could hurt..."

        "I've used toys...  It'll be fine.  You're the first, but I had to
have something to hold me until now..."  Would he think she was a slut?

        "I'll lay down on my back; you can control how you get it..." he
offered.

        "Okay."  Teela found herself fidgeting in the mere moments it took
him to arrange himself on the cushions.  She straddled him and began
settling into a squat facing him right away.

        "In a hurry?" he managed to quip despite his tension.

        "You have no idea!"  She grabbed his shaft and started rubbing it in
the wet pink slot that led to her vagina.  "Oh, WOW!  So SOFT!"  The spongy
tip of the thing was incredible -- like nothing she'd ever touched, never
mind applied to her twat.  And the shaft was so hard...  She was wet
already; her lips opened and stayed that way, puffing out from her arousal;
one quick swipe and he was wedged in her opening.  Teela waddled forward
just a bit to adjust things and started settling her weight on the junction
between her body and his probe.

        The pop of his tip passing her opening should have been audible,
from the way it felt -- but it wasn't.  But it felt simply AMAZING!  Teela
vowed to go right home and throw out that rubber cock -- it just wasn't a
substitute!  The vibe was different, but that thing hadn't prepared her for
reality like she'd thought it would.  She was gonna want this ALL THE TIME!
And it only got better as she settled on it, letting it iron her inner
walls...

        Rick couldn't breathe.  Control was difficult, to say the least --
Teela was tight like he'd never imagined, never mind experienced!  Beth,
Candace -- even Louise -- let up some once you were inside the door -- but
not Teela!

        She stopped when he was halfway inside her; one of her inner lips
had folded under from a lack of lubrication along his shaft.  She backed off
until it returned to it's normal position, then carefully pressed forward
again.  This time, she made maybe an additional inch and a half -- but she
had the idea, and she had a plan, and she was PLENTY wet inside; lubricating
things on the outside was a simple matter of backing off a bit...

        Rick let her do things the way she wanted; he was going to flood her
insides with cum, probably right about the time she got him all inside her
-- and there was nothing he could do about it!  The up-side, however, was
that he KNEW it wouldn't matter -- he was going to remain just as hard as
stone as long as he was inside her.  He watched her elfin face redden, her
eyes sightless as she concentrated on what was going on inside her, her
nostrils distended as she panted her excitement.  Another quick lift of her
body and she took him to the hilt, mashing herself against his pubic bone.

        That did it; Rick couldn't hold back the flood any longer!
Grunting, he hunched himself into her and gouted cum.

        Teela's eyes popped!  She could FEEL his cock as it stiffened and
swelled -- and then blasted a stream at her cervix!  On impact, her pussy
pulsed from the lips to the depths, a rolling surge that apparently
triggered another blast of cum from Rick!  "Fuh!  Fuh!  FUUUUCCCKKK!!"
Teela wailed as Technicolor sparks burst before her eyes!  She ground
herself against Rick, gasping while her pussy milked him of semen.

        Rick couldn't remember it being like this; Teela would rock back a
bit, and her pussy would milk him -- and he would cut loose another blast as
she rocked forward.  It must have happened six or seven times before things
tailed off -- and even then his cock continued to pulse...

        Teela pulled in a big gasping breath and grinned from ear to ear!
"Oh, Baby!  Promise me you'll do that again!  I just LOVE feeling you paint
my insides white!"

        Rick grinned weakly.  "If I was an old guy, we'd be done!  Thank God
I'm not..."  He reached up and captured her breasts in his hands.

        Teela leaned into his hands and started to rock up and down;
lubrication was no longer an issue -- she was flooded!  Now, the layer of
white goo that separated his cock from her vaginal walls demanded movement
and friction to keep the level of pleasure up -- and Teela got going!  Rick
was amazed; she was rising and falling on his cock like she'd been doing it
all her life...  "How is it?" he grunted.

        "Gawd!  I never want to stop!"  Teela's eyes were alight.  "Is this
okay?"

        "Uh huh!  Great!  Let me know if you get tired and we can flip
over..."

        "It will be a while...  Oh!  Oh!  Uhhh!  So good!"  Teela threw her
head back and closed her eyes; she was getting pink again...

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        Jean, coming back from the laundry room, glanced out the window --
and froze!  That position -- that motion -- God!  They were having sex!
Jean watched, mesmerized, as the small girl rose and fell, a one-cylinder
engine with her son's penis as the piston -- although the cylinder was
apparently doing all the work!  'It looks like we have THAT in common, too!'
Jean mused; cowgirl was her favorite position.  In her minds eye, she could
see herself jamming Toby's long penis into her cervix, again and again...
Then Teela arched herself and Jean could hear her scream right through the
window, "Oh, JEEEZUS!!!   FUUUUUUUCKK!  AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

        "Oh, Gawd -- in broad daylight and she's screaming like a banshee!"
Jean wailed, glancing around at the neighbors' houses to see if anyone was
watching.  Running out the slider, she minced up to the rutting couple,
"Teela, Dear, you just CAN'T scream like that!"

        Teela wasn't bouncing the way she had been; instead, she was leaning
on Rick's arms, sliding slowly forward and back.  Jean realized that she was
mostly rubbing her clitoris on Rick while she recovered from her orgasm...
"Huh?" she panted, "I screamed?"

        Rick chuckled, "Like a banshee!  The neighbors probably all
heard..."

        Jean turned her attention to her son, "Richard, you could have done
this inside..."

        "I wanted to feel the sun," Teela interjected.  "I picked the spot."
Obviously recovered, she started posting on Rick's erection again.

        "It's highly visible out here -- especially if you're going to
loudly announce yourself, Dear!" Jean insisted, agitated.  Again, she
glanced around at the neighboring homes.

        "It'll be all right, Mom!" Rick grunted.  "If anybody was gonna
peek, they'd be doing it now!  I'll... do something to keep the noise down.
Go on inside."

        "Okay."  Jean was dubious.  "You're all..."

        "Fine," Rick grunted.

        "Wonderful!" Teela exclaimed.

        "Go on -- if somebody sees you out here, they'll want to know why
you didn't stop us..." Rick gasped.

        "Okay."  Reluctantly, Jean headed back to the house.

        "Whew!" Rick gasped.  "I thought she was gonna try to stop us..."

        "Uhhh...  Baby, I don't EVER want to stop!" Teela gasped.

        Rick was amazed; Teela was really whipping up a froth!  "Are you
doing okay?"

        "Ogod!  Okay... doesn't... really...  Please... every... day...
Fuck!  FUCK!"

        Rick got the point; Teela was going off again!  He reached up and
stuck a finger in her mouth, and she started sucking it, confining herself
to loud moans.  She started to redden again, and the sounds she was making
shifted to muffled "Oomph!  Oomph!" noises and she started milking him
again.  This time, he managed to hold out, largely because of the
interruption imposed by his mother -- one that Teela hadn't let bother her
apparently...  Teela shifted to forward and back movement, and Rick removed
his finger.  "Damn!  Are you tired?"

        "Uh uh!" Teela gasped.  "It's soo good... I want to just go on and
on..."

        "Well," Rick gasped, "Next time I go off we're gonna have to quit
for a while..."

        "Yeah, well, that's different..." Teela panted.  "I want to feel
that..."

        "Good, because I don't know how much longer..."

        "Just do it..." Teela panted.  "I want it!  Don't wait!"  She was
panting again, through her nose, her nostrils distended as she shifted back
to up and down motion, "Ooh!  I can't believe it!"

        "What?"

        "Better... and better..."  The flood had served its purpose and was
gone, forced out by Teela's frantic pumping.  She was lubricating, but the
volume of liquid squishing about in her tunnel wasn't what it had been.  And
while she was stretched out some, she was getting more friction -- and more
stimulation.  And Rick was noticing the same change...  She was closing back
down on him, it felt like, and things were picking up more and more...
"Oog!  Yes!  Yes!  Agh!  Ooh!  Ogod!"  Teela snatched at Rick's hand to get
that finger back; Rick gave her two, and it felt like she was trying to
swallow them!

        "Easy, Babe!  Don't hurt yourself!" Rick gasped.  He was close -- so
close...  But Teela was, too -- he could tell -- could he hold out?  No...
In his extremity, he started jamming himself upward into Teela's down-
stroke.  Teela's eyes went wild; she started grunting around his fingers and
quivering...

        Rick's actions weren't lost on Teela; she knew what they meant --
and they added to things already going on with her.  Sparks flashed before
her eyes and the orgasm that she had been building toward began to loom...

        Then Rick erupted, smashing himself against her from below.  The
first blast spurted against Teela's cervix and she froze, crushing herself
back against him in order to feel it all -- and the hovering orgasm smashed
its way through her!  Her twat started pulsing in synch with Rick's
ejaculation and she whited out, screaming wordlessly around his fingers.

        Rick came back to his senses with a start when Teela flopped
forward, collapsing atop him, virtually boneless.  His hands on her breasts
took her full weight, so he shifted them to her narrow ribcage and lowered
her to lie flat atop him, and held her there.  In a bit, her arms came up to
wrap around his neck and she tucked her face into his neck.  "Are you all
right?" he asked.

        "Mmmmm, let me rest..." she murmured sleepily.  That sounded good...
Rick relaxed and drifted off, himself.

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        Silence had reigned downstairs for a while, so Candace padded
quietly down the stairs to the rec room to check things out.  Peering around
the corner from the stairwell revealed Lon and Sally in a clinch -- so
things were apparently going all right.  She headed back upstairs, pleased;
if and when Terence showed up, they would be downstairs, and she should be
able to get Terence into her bedroom without incident...

        No sooner did this thought pass through her head than there was a
knock at the door.  Through the peep, she saw the tall black boy's grinning
face...

        ... But when she opened the door, Terence had stepped away, and a
somewhat more compact, handsomer individual was standing there in his place.
"Damian!"

        The boy's eyelids drooped.  "You be hidin' from me.  Why?"

        "I... didn't think we did that well together."

        "You didn't complain at the time..." Damian stepped forward -- and
Candace stepped back, allowing him to come through the door.

        "I was being polite," Candace offered, controlling her voice to keep
things non-confrontational.

        "You enjoyed it."  It was a statement, not a question.

        "Some of it..." Candace admitted.

        "All of it."  Damian continued to challenge.

        "Women don't like being called slut and being dragged around by the
hair!" Candace insisted.

        "Most women," Damian returned evenly.  "Beth does."  His eyes bored
into hers.  "You do."

        "I..."  Dammit!  She SHOULD be indignant!  Instead, she was trying
to explain why she let him get away with those things -- something extremely
difficult, given that she didn't know why, herself...

        She wasn't the only one to realize that her approach was too weak.
Damian stepped forward and collected the nape of her neck in his hand.  "You
talk too much.  Kiss me."  His thick lips descended on hers.

        Terence, watching from the door, saw her wave her hands
ineffectually -- but not attempt to push him away.  In a moment, they
dropped to her sides.  In two, they settled on Damian's flanks.

        Damian raised his head, and Candace gazed into his eyes.  "Stop
that," she muttered in an uninflected voice.

        "No."  Damian ran his hand up and down her back; it wasn't so much a
caress as a possession.  "Take your top off."  Candace, eyes still locked on
his, reached back and undid her bikini top.  Damian looked up at the door,
"Go on, Bro.  I'll call you if I need a ride."  Candace, halfway through
shrugging out of her bikini top, turned pleading eyes on Terence, but he'd
seen enough; what she said and what she was doing were two different things
-- and what she said was just words, without any force behind them.  She
was, like, checking the block, so she could SAY she said no...  He snorted,
shook his head, and headed for the car.

        Candace made to drop her top to the floor, but stopped, with it
hanging from one hand.  Leaning back as far as his hand on her back allowed,
she muttered, "Damian?"

        "Yeah?"  His eyes were wary; Candace knew better than to waste time
with more denials, but there was another issue -- a delicate one.

        "Lon and Sally are downstairs," she began.

        "So?" Damian replied.  "Who's Sally?"  His tone said that she'd
better not insult him...

        "Sally Harkness," Candace replied.  "They're... at a delicate spot
right now, in their relationship.  Sally found out a little bit about the
group, and it almost ruined things..."

        "Harkness?" Damian ruminated.  "Big blonde chick?"  Candace nodded.
"Lon wants that?"  Candace shrugged, nodded again.  "Huh..."  He gathered a
breast in his free hand.  "Does she know you're fucking guys my age?"

        "Um, yeah, I think -- but she hasn't had her nose rubbed in it..."
Candace ventured.

        "And me being black..."  He eyed her.

        Candace shook her head.  "I'd be asking Rick or Toby -- any boy.
Well, I'd be telling Rick.  It's for Lon...  They're... making up, down in
the rec room."

        "And we could bust it again."

        "Yes."  Candace's eyes pled.

        Damian wanted no ill will from Lon -- and Candace had been careful
not to bring race into things.  "Tell him whatever gets us all peace," he
said, releasing her.

        "Thanks!"  Candace smiled and headed for the basement stair.
Standing at the top, she called down, "Lon, Honey?"

        "Mama?"  'What the fuck does SHE want?'  Lon was busy raising goose
pimples on Sally's extensive amount of exposed skin with his lips;
interruptions were NOT welcome...

        "I have a visitor," Candace said carefully.  "We'll be in my room,
okay?"

        "Okay," Lon called back, resuming his attack on the inside of
Sally's left hip.  Sally had both hands in his hair -- not guiding, or
anything -- just pretending to keep him away from her crotch, more or less.
Mostly less...  Lon wondered vaguely who it could be -- not Rick, since he
was with Teela.  Not Damian, obviously.  Maybe Toby -- or Terence.  Sally
might freak if she saw Mama and a black guy.  Probably Terence...  Mystery
solved, he put it away and concentrated on running his tongue along his new
girlfriend's belly, just under the lip of her bikini bottoms -- much to
Sally's delight...

        A hand snaked across Candace's lower belly from behind, cupping it.
"That enough?" Damian wondered aloud quietly, "or too much?"

        Candace sighed.  "It could go either way," she whispered back, "but
it's better than nothing."  She stood there while Damian's left hand
possessed a breast and his lips descended on her neck.  'Dammit!  He doesn't
own me!' flashed through her head -- but her body told Damian something
different, backing into the embrace.  Even she knew that she was full of
shit...  Besides, she was committed now; she couldn't start yelling and
having fits -- it would screw Lon up.  "Let's go to my room."

        "Cool."  Damian backed off, and Candace, who had been more or less
leaning against him, nearly fell before he caught her.  "You ready, then?"
he chuckled.

        "For what?" Candace asked innocently as she recovered herself and
turned away.

        "Whatever."  Damian followed her, amused, thinking, 'Silly fuckin'
woman...'No, no, no!' while she crawls all over your ass...'

        In her room, Candace turned.  "What do you want?"

        Damian eyed her as if she had two heads.  "That ought to be obvious.
Bring it over here.  Maybe you ought to up some ass..."

        Candace stopped, just out of reach.  "I'm... not ready for that."

        "Why not?" Damian asked.  "You knew someone was coming..."

        "It's not a standard thing, you know?  Usually, it wouldn't be worth
the effort..."

        "Come HERE!" Damian demanded firmly.  Candace reacted without
thought moving into reach.  Damian collected a bicep.  "That mean I have to
put in a request in advance?"

        "It would be... more convenient," Candace replied carefully.

        "Ain't gonna happen," Damian rumbled.  "I like spontaneity.  You can
make up your mind -- do it when you know I'm coming, or be prepared to do
what it takes to clean up -- and you KNOW what I mean by THAT!  As for
today..."

        "No," Candace licked her lips and added, "Please."

        Damian used his grip on her arm to shake her, slowly -- not a teeth-
rattling thing, just a slow back and forth that let her know that he had a
handle on her.  "You don't TELL me shit -- you ASK me.  I don't roll over
for you.  You want something, you say pretty please -- and you give me
reason to think about saying yes.  I ain't one of your pussy boys..."

        "Pretty please?" Candace locked eyes with him.

        "Maybe.  Let's get comfortable and you can practice your deep throat
while I think about it."  Damian let go of Candace's upper arm.  She just
stood there; Damian realized that his instructions hadn't been clear.  "I'll
pull the shirt -- you know where you're workin'."

        Damian was in a T-shirt and sweatpants; he whipped the shirt over
his head while Candace bent to shuck him out of the sweats.  "C'mon, you
know better," he rumbled, putting his hand in the middle of Candace's back
and keeping her from straightening up.  "Get the shoes."  Damian ran his
hand down her back until his middle finger hit the crack of her ass, and
Candace got the point; she dropped to a squat and started undoing his Nikes.
Damian braced himself on her shoulder while lifting one foot, then the other
for shoe removal, after which Candace finished getting him out of his
sweats.  He wasn't wearing underwear -- something that his half-hard cock
prodding his sweatpants emphasized.  Candace stretched the waistband and
freed his erection, then pushed his sweats down his legs until they pooled
around his ankles.  "Better," Damian approved, releasing her shoulder.  "Get
out of them panties."  He went and sat on the bed.

        'Do this, do that...' Candace fumed inwardly. 'I'm not Beth,
dammit!'  But she said nothing, merely getting out of her bikini bottoms.

        Damian didn't miss her mulish expression, though.  "Getting pissy on
me?" he grunted, standing back up and collecting a handful of hair at the
nape of her neck to control her with.  "Drives you nuts when the shoe is on
the other foot, don't it?"  He cranked her head back and Candace went from
bent over to kneeling on her knees to take off the pressure.  "There was a
question in there..."

        "Yes," Candace gasped; her scalp was screaming from the pain.

        "Well, guess what?  Nobody else likes it, either -- including Beth!"
Damian growled.  "Beth puts up with it, because it means she ain't
responsible for what she's doing -- but that don't mean she LIKES taking
crap...  Think about that when you're tryin' to find ways to fuck her over!"
He let go.  "Come on, we'll do it comfortable-like on the bed..."

        Relief caused Candace not to question Damian's instructions; he went
out flat on the bed, head propped on her pillows, and she climbed up beside
him and got a grip on his erection.  "Bring your ass around here and I'll
work on your pussy," Damian directed.  Candace was more than happy to
oblige, straddling him.  "Suck," he admonished.  "I'm not feeling a whole
lot of lip..."

        "I was..." Candace began.

        "Don't talk.  Suck.  Make me happy -- or I'll start playing with
your asshole."

        "All right, all right!"  Candace went to work on his erection.

        Damian sniffed, smiled.  "Nothing like the smell of wet pussy..."
He spread Candace's droopy inner lips and started fingering her clit.

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        Downstairs, Lon had Sally on the ropes, licking and kissing and
sucking.  He seemed to have two heads and more hands than an octopus.
Worse, she was fighting herself; she didn't REALLY want to keep his hands
off her pussy -- she was just fighting a holding action because she thought
she was supposed to...  She was lying on the couch and he was kneeling
before it playing her like a piano, moving from kisses to breast work --
mouth and hands -- to attacks on her lower belly that hadn't quite gotten to
the most closely-guarded territory -- yet.  She lifted her knees in an
attempt to fend him off by putting a barrier between him and her crotch...

        It was her undoing.  Lon put up with it for a bit, then examined the
situation -- and went in under her thigh, directly to her exposed mons!
Sally's first inkling that she was in trouble was the feel of Lon's fingers
tracing the leg band of her bikini, in the hollow of her inner thigh.
"Hey!" she squawked, but she was already awash from the attacks on her
sensitive nipples and multiple cases of lip-induced goose bumps on her neck
and ears.  Added to that was the fact that her position impeded her defense;
she just didn't have the access that he did, especially since his head was
in the way while he suckled her left nipple and his right arm was similarly
engaged with her right!  Desperate, she wailed, "Lon!  What are you doing?"

        Lon released her nipple to grin, "Turning up the heat a bit."

        "Sweetie, I thought we were going to wait..."  She could NOT get a
hand into play -- he was below her reach, and all kinds of things were in
the way!

        "Sure," he agreed, "but a little masturbation won't hurt you, will
it?  Hmmm?"  That last was conducted with her nipple again in his mouth.

        "I... Well... OH!"  Sally's eyes popped as Lon's fingers defeated
the leg band and started sliding up and down along the edges of her nether
lips, tickling the hairs there -- and driving her wild with arousal!  "Oh,
God!"  She froze, eyes as big as saucers, while his fingers traveled up and
down along her slit, nudging her clitoris at the top and her perineum at the
bottom.  She inhaled a gasping breath and whined, "Please?"

        Lon smiled.  "Please what, Babe?  Please stop?  Please don't stop?"
He could see that she was fighting with herself; if he had sex with her now,
she would feel betrayed later -- but for now, she was too powerfully aroused
to put up much of a struggle.  "I promised to wait until we see Beth for
regular sex -- but there are other things.  You need a cum -- and I want to
give you one.  You just relax and let ol' Doc Carpenter get you off..."

        Sally opened her mouth, but nothing came out -- possibly because
Lon's fingers had found a clit that seemed to be sized to match the rest of
her.  She sucked in a huge breath and just held it, eyes wide and shocky,
while Lon sent electric tingles everywhere from the nub he was rubbing in
her crotch.

        She spread her legs.  She couldn't help it; having fingers working
her clit wasn't a new thing, by any means -- but always before, they'd been
HER fingers!  Having someone ELSE's fingers rubbing her pinky-tip-sized nub
was new, different, and WILDLY exciting!  She couldn't say anything, just
gasp and pant while her arousal soared...

        Lon worked her nub with his fingers for a bit, but that wasn't
really what he wanted.  "Okay," he announced, "time to pull the bottoms
off..."  He leaned across her to grasp the sides of Sally's bikini bottoms.

        "B-but..." Sally managed to gasp.

        "You're gonna have to learn to trust me, Babe," Lon admonished.  "I
promised -- notice how my trunks are still on?  Raise your ass!  Now!"

        Sally did as she was told, reacting to his tone more than anything
else.  Lon pulled the scrap of cloth off her ass and threaded it over her
knees, then lifted her feet by lifting the bottoms at her ankles and letting
Sally carry the ball.  Once he'd flipped them away, he spread her knees
wide...

        "Hey!" Sally croaked.  She felt suddenly as exposed as if she were
displayed naked in a store window...

        But Lon's head darted forward, his lips wrapped around her exposed,
erected clitoris, and his tongue started rubbing...  and Sally EXPLODED!
"OooooOOOOOOHHHH, GAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her
lungs as Lon's lips brought her instantly to her peak!  Both of her hands
flew to his head while she went rigid, straining, her legs shaking and
jumping while a climax the likes of which she had never experienced tore
through her!

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        Upstairs, the scream galvanized Candace and Damian for a moment
before Damian settled back and chuckled, "Looks like Lon's doin' all right."

        "Mmmm hmmm," Candace replied, having resumed her efforts at suction
already.  She caught herself, embarrassed at the alacrity with which she had
resumed after being surprised by the noise, thinking, 'Dammit, you'd think I
was scared of the bastard...'  But she'd done it...

        Damian reacted to the humming favorably.  "Hey, that's nice!  You
can add that into what you're doing..."  He was quiet a moment while he
pumped a finger in and out of Candace's vagina while rubbing her clit with
his other thumb.  "But, you know," he added, "when I look down here between
your tits at what you're doing, I'm not seeing my whole dick disappear every
once in a while..."

        Candace's head came up, "You bast..."

        SMACK!  Damian popped Candace on the ass.

        "Ulp!"  Candace tried to swallow Damian's cock!  It was more or less
involuntary -- she just reacted instantly to the physical abuse; by the time
she started wondering what she was doing, she had him in her throat!

        "That's better!" Damian approved.  "See?  You can do it, properly
motivated..."  Infuriated, Candace lifted her head again -- but Damian
warned, "Say something stupid..." and took her extended clitty between two
fingers.

        Candace stopped dead, then slowly lowered her mouth back onto
Damian's erection.  "You know, you really don't want to fuck with somebody
who knows you have limits," Damian said conversationally.  "Now swallow...
I don't want to be able to see anything but your lower lip..."  Candace,
humiliated, did as she was told.  "Okay, let's get back to enjoying
ourselves -- that sound good to you?"

        "Mmmm hmmmm," Candace gurgled.

        "Good.  Lemme show you what good girls get..."  Damian pulled
Candace's ass down a bit and sucked in her clitty, drubbing it with his
tongue.

        "Mmmph!  Mmmph!  Mmmph!" Candace moaned.

        "Good!  Work that throat, Baby, and you'll get off, big!  Piss me
off and I've still got this..."  Damian threatened Candace's sphincter with
a finger.

        "Mmmph!  Mmmph!"  Candace waved an arm in surrender.

        "Good girl!"  Damian went back to cunt-lapping.

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

        "Ogodogodogodogod..." Sally moaned, releasing her clutch on Lon's
head at her pulsing crotch.  "Where did you learn to do THAT?"

        "That's the kind of question that's been giving us trouble all
afternoon," Lon said guardedly, wiping his face on the back of his forearm.
Sally's crotch was soaked -- she'd just missed squirting, apparently; she
was thoroughly wet -- and it wasn't Lon's spit...

        Sally cringed.  "I'll be good."

        "A woman named Jean -- who just happens to be Rick's mama," Lon
answered the question, chuckling.

        "Omigod!  You -- he -- she...!" Sally gasped.

        "Yeah, I guess," Lon nodded.  "I've done Jean, and Rick's done Mama,
if that's what you're asking."

        "It's pretty amazing," Sally murmured.  "You just don't hear about
that kind of thing."

        "For good reason!" Lon retorted, climbing up on the couch to sit
with Sally's legs across his lap.  "You remember that schoolteacher that
went to jail for having sex with the fifteen-year-old?  And they had kids!
You just don't alert the media..."

        "No, I guess not," Sally agreed.  "So you trust me a lot then, huh?"

        "I hope to be able to trust you a lot more..." Lon started idly
playing with Sally's pubic hair.

        "You can.  I promise.  No more stupid stuff."  Sally's gaze was
direct, sincere.

        "That's good enough for me, Babe, but others might want something
more in the way of protection," Lon sighed.

        "I don't understand..."

        "Well, you know things that can get people in a lot of trouble!" Lon
explained.  "In the past, we've kind of been covered, you know?  Everybody
knew everybody, and nobody could rat anyone out without getting their self
screwed.  You, well, if it got out that you and I had sex, it might improve
your position, you know?  So it's not really good blackmail material..."  He
eyed her.  "Just a few days ago, somebody leaked the thing to a woman and we
had to take in her and her two sons...  We really didn't have any grip on
the guys, in particular, so we had to collect blackmail material on the
mother -- pictures of her with us, you know?"

        "Wow!" Sally's eyes were huge!  "This sounds really exciting!"

        "Well, I didn't really intend to involve you," Lon replied slowly.
"I wasn't really planning to share, you know?"

        "I'm glad," Sally mused, "but you did plan for me to meet Beth,
right?"

        "Yeah," Lon agreed.  "That's all... kinda selfish, maybe.  I wanted
you to learn to deep-throat -- and maybe a couple of other things...  It was
gonna happen outside the group, though."

        "What if I didn't want to learn?" Sally asked.  Lon said nothing.  A
slow five seconds went by.  "Um, forget I said that, okay?  I'm gonna get a
little smarter one of these days..."  Lon had gone 'way out on a limb with
her, she realized.  She had nothing to lose and everything to gain by doing
whatever it took to make him happy with his decision.  Besides, did she have
anything against sucking Lon's cock -- ESPECIALLY after he'd just stuck his
tongue in her ol' smelly pussy?  She shook her head.  "I can be an idiot
sometimes..."  A thought occurred to her, "Hey, uh, do you think...?"

        "What, Babe?"  Lon couldn't decide whether he was angry with her or
not -- and he STILL had nothing to offer the others to make them feel
safe...

        "Well, you've been all over me..." Sally offered hesitantly.  "Can I
see it?  I mean, maybe I have some natural talent, you know?"

        "Well, sure!"  THIS was better...  "I thought..."

        "You just did me," Sally justified.  "Besides, I've never really
seen one up close, you know?"

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