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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 42 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 mF ir oral M-dom
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 42
"Very impressive!" Beth applauded, "And quick, too! How was it?"
"Oh, great!" Teela oozed. "There's something about it..."
"A certain feeling of accomplishment?" Beth asked, nodding.
"Yeah, that's it," Teela agreed. "I got into it, during, too -- I'm
all wet!"
"Me, too," Sally interjected. "Just watching!"
"Rick was a pretty good example of male reactions," Beth chuckled.
"Sex is intense -- sometimes you can't tell from a person's expression just
how well you're doing. It's a good idea to say something, occasionally --
but only if it sounds genuine. If your partner thinks you're faking it, it
will kill things for them. As for getting into it, I do, too -- it's all
part of that submissive thing I told you about. I've actually orgasmed from
giving head!"
Terence got an odd look on his face, but no one but Beth noticed --
and she didn't have the information available to her to understand why.
'Submissive?' Terence was thinking. 'I get off from sucking cock because
I'm submissive? Shit...' Actually, that wasn't fair -- Terence had been
getting serious stimulation while he delivered that blowjob to Toby -- but
Terence wasn't seeing that part. Besides, embarrassing as it was, Terence
DID get off on sucking a cock, whether he blew a load while doing it or
not...
"Okay!" Beth announced, "On to the advanced course! Terence, you're
probably gonna suffer some, because I'm gonna have to stop to talk about it
-- But I'll make it up to you, okay, Sweetie?"
"Yeah," Terence agreed. "I ain't worried."
"Okay," Beth moved on. "What happens when you stick your finger
down your throat?" she asked.
"I gag," Teela replied.
"Right. Can you control it, or do you just puke?"
Teela shrugged and popped her eyes. "I dunno. I'm not bulimic."
Beth eyed the slight girl. "I bet that question has been asked, in
your case." She turned to Sally. "What about you?"
"Well, I don't practice throwing up, either," Sally replied.
"Things usually stay down -- and get distributed..." She waved her hands
along her body disparagingly.
"Sweetie, you look damn good!" Beth counseled. "Not everybody can
look like Twiggy -- it's not in the basic body structure of a lot of people.
You look a lot better than I did at your age..."
"You look fine!" Lon grated. "Beautiful!"
"Fine..." Sally murmured morosely.
Lon looked confused, but Beth got it. "Girls, in case you are
unaware, English usage between males and females differs somewhat. When a
guy says 'fine', he means 'good', or 'acceptable' or maybe better than that.
It's not the same as when we say it. Frankly, they more or less operate
with the dictionary definition."
Lon cranked his head around. "What does 'fine' mean to you?"
"Barely okay -- or maybe not quite okay," Beth returned. "During a
fight, it means that talk has ceased for the moment, but it's not over..."
"So when I say a chick has a fine set of tits...?" Terence wondered
aloud.
"We would probably take THAT in context..." Beth replied. "But if I
ask you how I look in a dress, and you say, 'fine', unless you place EXACTLY
the right emphasis on it, I'm going back to the closet -- maybe crying."
"Ugh!" Lon rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Babe, when I said
fine, I meant FINE, like Terence's tit description..."
Sally grinned sadly, "No need to go overboard..."
Lon looked disgusted, glancing at the two other males. "See what I
have to put up with?"
"What?" Sally asked, perplexed.
"You look pretty hot to me, Sally," Terence chimed in. "Ain't no
flies on THAT bod."
Sally blinked. Rick, seeing that it was incumbent on him to add
something, murmured, "Yeah, you kind of surprised me, too. I expected...
Well, never mind what I expected. But I wouldn't kick you out of bed for
getting crumbs in it."
"Hey!" Teela squealed.
"Oh, she's STILL not my type, Runt," Rick insisted, ruffling her
hair, "but she's not as bad as she thinks she is, by a long shot!"
Sally looked thoughtful; oddly, the tightly limited statement of
approval from Rick had the most effect; he was clearly ambivalent, but still
complimentary -- and he obviously had nothing to gain by it.
"Let's move on," Beth directed. "It's a good thing you two aren't
playing dietary games, since it would have given you the wrong habits. What
you're going to need to strive for is the ability to stick a nice, fat cock
down your throat -- multiple times -- without losing your lunch!" She swept
her gaze from one girl to the other, grinning from ear to ear, "Now, doesn't
that sound appetizing?"
"It sounds impossible!" Teela opined.
Beth laughed. "Obviously, a demonstration is in order -- and you're
gonna get one -- but we need to talk through a few teaching points, first.
Number one is probably the spit machine. If you've ever gagged, you know
that your mouth tends to fill with spit. Well, it's a fortunate little
reflex, as it will help you to get your partner nice and lubricated for
insertion in your throat. Personally, I figure that's why it happens,
although Mother Nature might not have had dicks in mind. I figure our
ancestors had to bolt their food a lot or go hungry when someone else showed
up at the party..." She turned to Terence and impaled herself on his
erection, allowing herself to gag. Then she gave him a couple of deep, but
not penetrating strokes. "How's that, Sweetie?" she asked him, swallowing.
Terence, who had already had the class, took the cue. "Real wet.
Nice!"
Turning to Sally, Beth murmured, "See? This is valuable, even if
you never succeed -- now you know how to get a nice, wet mouth -- which adds
to your partner's pleasure! Guys like to fuck WET pussy, not old dry,
fucked-out stuff -- so when you're sucking, the wetter the better!"
Shifting her attention to Teela, she added, "the next issue is position --
you're not going to get him in -- and you ARE gonna hurt him -- if your
throat is all kinked up! The natural thing to do in this position is to get
above his cock and work down -- but that only works in your mouth -- there
is no way you're gonna put a ninety degree bend in a hard dick to get it
past the opening of your throat!" She demonstrated the position and it's
issues on Terence, then backed off. "From this position, you have the
slight bend that a lot of cocks have to contend with, too, since it bends
upwards, not downwards. For that reason, you might find it easier to deep-
throat from the sixty-nine position, since the bend will be in the proper
direction -- but you REALLY need to just learn to get around the whole
thing..."
Beth turned back to Sally. "I'm gonna help you get into position,
Sweetie; since Teela's partner is in recovery mode, you're gonna go first,
anyway -- but we're not going to do it, yet, just get a feel for how you
need to set up -- okay?"
"Okay." Sally was diffident, but it WAS what she was here for...
"All, right -- get him nice and stiff -- jack him a bit," Beth
directed. "Now, back off a little -- you're too close. Hold his cock down
level -- don't try to go too far, because it doesn't go down, really --
that's it. Now, drop your head and stretch your neck..."
Sally did as she was told, her position adjusted by Beth's touch.
When she thought about it, the position made more sense than the one she had
used thus far to pleasure Lon -- even though that other position had been
effective. "Like this?" she asked, her lips almost in contact with Lon's
glans.
"Yeah, that's good, Sweetie. Now lean forward and take him in.
Don't try to get it in all the way -- just stick it in deep enough to get a
feel for what's coming and to get the spit machine working," Beth directed.
Sally leaned forward, which forced further adjustments to her
position, straightening her throat further. Lon's length hit the back of
her throat and triggered a gag. "Gaah!"
"Hang in there and get a feel for it, if you can," Beth advised.
"See if you can keep it there without puking. Don't worry if you can't --
that's what the tub is for..."
Sally hung in there, gamely, her eyes watering, for about ten
seconds before she just HAD to back off. "That's real good, Sweetie, " Beth
approved. Turning her attention to Teela, she asked, "How's he doing?"
indicating Rick.
"Pretty good," Teela opined. "He's still pretty hard..."
"Plenty of visual stimulation, if nothing else," Beth chuckled.
"You keep jacking him. Why don't you try to set yourself? See if you can
accomplish anything. Like I said, the object right now isn't to swallow
him, it's to get used to what happens when you do."
Teela backed off and hunkered down pulling Rick's extended cock
horizontal, and leaned in. "Get your head down more, Sweetie!" Beth
admonished, "You'll never get him in with that kink in your throat!" Teela
spread her knees and dropped her head lower, concentrating on the feel of
Rick's blunt glans at the entrance to her throat. Saliva poured, and her
stomach started protesting before things had gone five seconds, but she kept
at it until -- well, actually, until it was too late! "Hrrrgh!" Teel
backed off, turned, and retched over the bucket, spit pouring from her
mouth.
"Very impressive!" Beth approved, "But we're not trying to instill
bad habits! Try not to make yourself vomit." Settling herself before
Terence, she added, "Now, girls, it's time for the demonstration..." She
leaned in and engulfed Terence's cock, going to an impressive depth -- then
held it a second before withdrawing. The next stroke put her nose in
Terence's pubic hair -- Teela gasped -- and she repeated the feat a half-
dozen times before coming up for air. "As you can see," she purred in a
somewhat gravelly voice, "It IS doable. My ex had me practice with kielbasa
until I could control my gag reflex under just about any conditions, so I
can literally give a whole blowjob this way. Guys like it, too, since they
can follow their instincts and go deep. A better way is to do every other
stroke or two, which gives you head time, too. For today, though, all we're
looking for from the two of you is the flush of success -- once you KNOW you
can do it, the big hurdle is over. Okay?"
"Uh huh!" Sally's eyes were HUGE. No wonder Beth had Lon spoiled!
'My God!' she thought. 'I have to compete with THAT?'
Teela felt different imperatives, but she was equally impressed.
She nodded, wide-eyed, at her instructor, leaning into another effort to get
used to an intruder at the opening of her throat.
Beth smiled approval. "Good, good. Try to breathe with him in deep
like that -- it's more or less key to a prolonged effort. You have to get
air in and out, one way or another, and despite the fact that your esophagus
is blocked, the air pipe is still there... Breathe through you nose."
Both girls were hard at it at this point. Lon was busy noticing
that when he was in deep, but not in Sally's throat, he wasn't getting a
whole lot of tip stimulation -- something Sally had done a bang-up job of.
Apparently, there was no such thing as a happy medium... Still, his girl
was down there, suffering, looking up at him with big green eyes -- she
deserved encouragement. "You're doing great!" he murmured, stroking her
hair.
Sally sensed dissatisfaction, anyway, and it made success
imperative. When Beth turned to her and asked, "How are you doing?" she had
a mouthful of saliva and was pulling Lon deep again, trying to get used to
the feeling of the blunt tip at the back of her throat; all she could manage
was a vague wave. "Don't kill yourself, Sweetie," Beth admonished. "When
you go after it, you won't want to be on the ragged edge, or it'll be that
much more difficult to keep down. Just challenge yourself a bit, or it'll
get to be an exercise in suffering and the discomfort will become an issue."
Sally backed off and nodded wordlessly, her mouth still awash in saliva.
"Okay, now, taking the big jump that first time takes guts; later,
after you've succeeded, it's easier to get there again -- but you have to
get over the initial hurdle. Every time you fail, it gets harder to try
again, so we don't want to crash and burn if we can avoid it..." Beth
counseled. "You might want help from your partner -- some girls just can't
get up the nerve. I had, uh 'help' my first time..." she smiled ruefully,
"My ex basically grabbed my head and jammed it in -- and held it; sadist
that he was, he got a real kick out of my reactions. I'm not advocating his
particular technique, but if you can't nerve yourself to do it, a quick tug
from your partner might do the trick... Anybody ready?"
Sally raised her hand. Beth nodded approval, and Sally backed off
to mumble "Help..." around a mouthful of spit, her attention on Lon. Lon
nodded and watched her eyes as she held up a finger and took him in,
obviously not trying on the first pass, then held up two fingers and made
another gentle run.
"On three?" Lon asked, divining what was going on. Sally nodded
soberly and held up three fingers, then headed in.
"Get your head down!" Beth reproved. Sally ducked further but got
hung up, anyway; Lon, who was holding out his hands on either side of
Sally's head, saw her get into trouble and grabbed her head. Taking a blink
of her now watery eyes as approval, he tugged her head toward him. For a
moment, it didn't look like it was going to work; Sally put her hands up on
his hips and he figured that she was going to fight -- but instead, she
ducked even further and pulled herself forward.
It still wasn't enough, but, encouraged that she was fully with him,
Lon stepped up the pressure -- and popped through. "Okay, let her up!" Beth
yelled, and Lon let go; Sally propelled herself backward, coughing -- but
when she got her voice, it was to croak "Hooray!" Lon laughed, pulled her
to him, and hugged her.
"You okay, Sweetie?" Beth asked.
"Yeah," Sally croaked, nodding.
"Can you do it again?"
"Yeah." Eyes full of determination stared back at the older woman.
"If you can, it's best to climb back on the horse pretty quickly,"
Beth advised.
"Okay." Sally knelt back up and recaptured Lon's cock -- and made a
valiant attempt, but couldn't get it in.
"You're not sticking your neck out far enough," Beth opined.
Sally backed off, hacked a couple of times, locked eyes with Lon,
and croaked, "Use me."
Lon swallowed, but she came on so he cupped the back of her head.
When it became apparent that she was again too high, he put his other hand
on top of her head and pushed down while pulling her in. It worked; he held
her in place for just a second and let her up. Sally backed off far enough
to give him a tight nod and came forward again, so Lon impaled her throat a
third time. This time, Sally inhaled hugely on her release. "Breathe
through your nose, Sweetie!" Beth reminded her.
After Round Five, Sally ducked out of Lon's grip to vomit -- but she
came back gamely. A half-dozen more tries elapsed before she said anything,
backing off Lon's cock long enough to croak, "Cum!"
"I can't!" Lon replied miserably, "This... hurts me."
Sally spat into the bucket. "I'm hurting you?"
"No," Lon replied. "It hurts me to watch you suck it up, knowing
you're not enjoying it."
"Oh," Sally pondered this. "But I'm... happy! I'm doing it! I
want you to enjoy it..."
"Sweetie, I can't remember when I've seen anybody go to that much
effort! You should be proud of yourself! You're gonna be an expert in no
time!" Beth interjected. "But for now, well, I can see Lonnie's point. Sex
is between the ears, and you're affecting him badly, because he feels that
he's hurting you."
"It's okay, really. I want to do it..." Sally mumbled.
"Can you do it on your own now?" Beth asked.
"Yeah." Sally nodded.
"Prove it. Right now, he feels that he's forcing you -- and it's
not nice. Right, Lonnie?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Sally knelt up and proceeded to work him twice to a decent
depth, then impale herself on him without assistance, going nose to pubic
bone. Then she gave him a shorter stroke, laved the underside of his glans
with her tongue and took him to the root again. Lon groaned. Pulling back,
she slurred, "Good?"
Lon nodded tightly. "Yeah," gasped.
"That's it, Sweetie -- we already know that you can suck cock, so
finish him off -- give him the occasional deep stroke, but hit the other
marks, too!" Beth urged. "You're a natural -- he's gonna be fucking your
face in no time!"
It took almost ten minutes, but Sally finished Lon off, running a
kind of four-stroke pattern that took him halfway, then worked just the
head, then took him halfway again before taking him deep. Not every time
did she lodge him in her throat, but every second or third cycle she went
nose to pubic bone while everyone else watched, rapt. Lon's knees started
jumping, and he gasped out, "I'm gonna shoot!" Sally gave him one more
medium stroke, then settled for washing the underside of his glans with her
tongue while his balls surged and his cock pulsed semen into her waiting
mouth. When he was done, she first offered a close-mouthed smile, then
opened it to display his offering.
"Nice!" Beth approved. "If I ever have to pick a tag-team partner
for a cock sucking contest, it'll be you!" Unnoticed, Terence grimaced
gently.
Sally swallowed visibly, then replied, "Thanks."
Lon pulled her in and hugged her to his belly. "Man, that was
incredible!"
"All rightie, then!" Beth announced, turning to Teela, "You're up!"
"Okay." Teela gathered herself, then addressed Rick, "I'll make it
-- don't crowd me. I don't think I can handle being dragged on like that --
just let me do my thing. Okay?"
"Sure." Rick wasn't going to push -- or maybe it was pull -- her;
if she did it, she did it -- and if not, she gave good head without it. No
biggie.
Teela was well aware that the onus was on her to show that she could
go all out for her man -- Sally had set the bar. But determination isn't
everything... She knelt up and got things going with a couple of deep
strokes to set off the spit machine and remind her what a cock head felt
like in the back of her throat, and things were looking good -- but she
stalled out on her first attempt to go really deep. Embarrassed, she
grabbed Rick's thighs to tug on for the second attempt -- which also failed,
leaving her sputtering and gasping. "Relax," Beth instructed her, "You're
not getting your neck out there, and you're anticipating and closing your
throat. Stick your arms straight out to your sides -- that'll help you get
into the right position..."
Teela blinked, but proceeded to follow instructions, sticking her
arms straight out at her sides. Given her position, there was a good
possibility that she wouldn't be able to succeed this time because she was
so far away that she would overbalance if she tried...
Beth gave Teela just enough time to realize she was off-balance --
then she pushed her in the middle of her back! Teela toppled forward before
she could get her hands in front of her -- and Rick howled in pain -- but
she ended up with a throat full of cock before she wrenched herself clear.
"Hey!" she howled, glaring at Beth.
Beth grimaced and shrugged. "You were setting yourself up for
failure, Sweetie, so I took a hand; you'd asked Rick not to do it, but
nobody said I couldn't..."
"Yeah, but that was..." Teela started hotly.
"Low? Sneaky? Underhanded?" Beth eyed Teela. "Effective?"
It was Teela's turn to grimace. "Well..."
"Now, do it again!" Beth insisted. "And if you can't, ask for
help!"
"C'mon, Teela! You can do it!" Sally urged from the sidelines.
Teela knelt up for a second round, and tried to drag herself onto
Rick's erection, but she couldn't do it. Letting go of his thighs, she
beckoned with her hands. Rick looked unhappy; obviously, he wasn't up for
this kind of thing -- so Beth pushed her head from behind.
Again, the effort succeeded, but Teela was madder than Hell when
Beth released her. "You stop that!" she screeched, rounding on the heavy
woman.
"Dammit, you WANTED help -- and Rick couldn't do it! Besides, I'm
already 'that fat bitch', aren't I?" Beth retorted. "I can't lose anything
by making you do what you WANT to do..."
Rick had his hands on both of Teela's shoulders to keep her from
flying at Beth. "I can DO it MYSELF!" she grated tightly.
"I don't think so," Beth retorted, arms folded under her bare
breasts.
"I'll show YOU!" Teela fumed. "Leggo, Rick and gimme that thing!"
She spun, reoriented, snatched his cock down into position, and drove
herself onto it.
Anger bred success. Teela's nose was being tickled by Rick's pubic
fur before she realized that she had managed the feat. She backed up
halfway, shot Beth a poisonous glare, and did it again. This time she held
it for a second, then reversed until she was merely sucking his glans, and
went for thirds. Again, she held him in her throat for a second before
backing off. "See?" she announced triumphantly.
Beth giggled despite herself. "You have a nasty temper, Sweetie,
and it makes a fine handle!" Shifting her attention to Rick, she added,
"But you know that, don't you?"
Rick nodded, sheepish.
"So, I suppose that pissing me off was the grand plan?" Teela
grated, her voice acid.
"No, but it worked," Beth replied evenly.
"Damn you!" Teela hissed.
"You take the tools you're given to work with..." Beth shrugged.
"Better go back at it -- although there is no requirement to finish him the
way Sally finished Lon..." Beth grinned like a crocodile.
Predictably, Teela took up the gauntlet -- but Rick was going to
take convincing. "Hey, that's my dick, and I'd like to keep it!" he howled.
"Don't be a baby," Teela grunted, jacking him. "You KNOW you want
to cum!"
"Well, I don't want you biting it off for a souvenir!" Rick
retorted. "You want to fight with Beth, fine. But you got where you were
going, and Beth helped -- whether you like it or not! I don't want to be in
the middle of some revenge thing, though -- if you're gonna go at it like
you're killing rats, DON'T!"
Teela grimaced. "Sorry!" She started working on him, going at it
gently, loving his member. "Is that better?"
"Yeah," Rick admitted.
"Good." She went back at it, only occasionally going really deep --
and not always succeeding -- but pleasuring Rick powerfully.
Beth watched a bit and turned away, "Okay, that leaves poor
Terence," she announced. Turning to Lon and Sally, she asked, "More
practice?"
Sally looked to Lon, who grimaced. "Nothing personal, Man, but..."
He turned to ponder Sally, who returned his gaze calmly. That didn't make
decision-making any easier... Turning to Beth, he asked, "If someone else
doesn't, you're gonna take care of him, right?"
"Oh, for sure!" Beth nodded.
"What do YOU think?" Lon asked Sally.
Sally remained outwardly calm, but her stomach fluttered. "I can
see both sides..."
'Fat lot of help THAT is!' Lon thought. The idea opened up a can of
worms; maybe it was a good idea, since it would add to her experience and it
would press her some -- she might be less certain of her position
afterwards, and therefore more tractable in the future. On the other hand,
if she serviced Terence, then she should be available to service Damian and
Rick and Toby... Sally seemed to have a lot of Beth in her; she might get
off on being ordered to suck someone else's dick -- and she might not...
Lon puffed out a sigh.
"What's wrong?" Beth asked.
"Well, like you said earlier -- it's complicated..." Lon grunted.
"Do you need it simplified?" Beth asked. "What are your goals?"
Lon opened his mouth, shut it. Looking to his left, he said,
"They're... not public." You didn't just come out with the idea that you
wanted your girlfriend to be a total slut in front of her friends -- or
yours, for that matter.
"Okay," Beth replied, "Let's approach this from the other end.
Sally, are you going to join the group?"
"That's in Lon's hands," Sally replied, her gaze on her boyfriend
calm.
Lon looked troubled. "But what do you WANT?"
"I want what you want, Sweetheart," Sally replied. "I told you how
far I'm willing to go." Her mouth quirked. "I gave examples."
Lon blinked. 'Dogs and ponies?' flashed through his brain.
Teela, who had been listening and watching with one eye, backed off
Rick's cock to erupt, "Oh, let her, for Christ's sake!"
Lon cocked his head at the petite brunette, "Is this a 'let' thing,
or a 'make' thing?"
Beth was watching Sally; there was something in her stance as she
knelt before him... She was done sucking his cock; she could have gotten up
a while ago -- and the way she watched him... "I think you two need to talk
in private, Sweetie," she addressed Lon. "But first, it might be an idea if
Sally and I talked for a second." Lon pursed his lips and motioned for
Sally to rise -- which she did -- and Beth continued, "Come with me,
Sweetie," this time directed at Sally. Lon watched them leave, then turned
his attention to Teela and her efforts to bring Rick off -- mostly because
they were there...
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Beth led Sally into the living room and turned to her, "Tell me what
it is I'm seeing."
"I'm sorry?" Sally asked, not comprehending.
"You're waiting for Lonnie to do something. What is it?"
Sally shrugged. "Whatever he wants."
"Sweetie, I'm seeing me, here. There is a term for what you're
talking about. It's 'submissive'. Do you know what that means?"
Sally tilted her head. "I think so."
"Do you want Lonnie to boss you? Run your life? Be in control?"
"Yes."
"Okay, Sweetie. Lonnie might not be able to go there -- you need to
know that. There is a lifestyle for such things -- it's called 'Dominance
and Submission'. And it's a close cousin to BDSM."
"BDSM?" Sally blinked.
"Bondage, degradation, and sado-masochism," Beth amplified.
"It's... abuse -- sometimes for its own sake. Sometimes because BOTH
participants enjoy it and sometimes because only one does..." She eyed
Sally. "I get off on it -- the pain, the humiliation, the challenges...
You don't think I learned deep-throat the easy way, do you? My ex was a
total bastard -- and I did anything and everything he wanted me to do." She
rubbed her chin, reflecting, then added, "He also beat me senseless,
tortured me regularly, abused me, humiliated me..." Her voice trailed off,
and she eyed Sally expectantly.
"What?" Sally asked.
"Any of this sound... interesting?"
"Ummm, well, maybe. Some of it."
"Okay. Dominance and submission needn't go that far -- but you tend
to end up being tested, you know? You look like that's what you're doing
now -- waiting for Lon to test you..."
"What kind of tests?" Sally asked cautiously.
"Your loyalty, your tolerance, your acceptance -- that kind of
thing. The whole thing can bleed over into rough stuff, but it needn't.
Basically, he makes demands, to see if you will comply. You do or you
don't. There are different degrees, and you may need to discuss what is out
of bounds very seriously. Ultimately, unless you've fenced something as
being not within the realm of his authority, he demands and you comply -- or
you face the consequences, which could be anything from a spanking to the
end of your relationship," Beth explained, adding the warning, "If you go
down this road, things tend to escalate -- you'll be putting yourself in
Lonnie's hands, and things will go as far as he wants to take them. Your
only say in the matter is your vote to bail out..."
"Really? Wow!" Sally gasped. "There are, like, rules for these
things?"
"Oh, yeah. General guidelines, mostly, but Dominant/submissive
relationships run the gamut from occasional play to chattel slavery." Beth
had her answer -- Sally was flushed, her nipples were erect -- and Beth
could SMELL her arousal! "Like I said, if you want to keep something, you'd
better negotiate for it right away -- otherwise, you can forget it. One
thing you WON'T keep is control over things -- if Lonnie wants to tell the
whole school you're his slut, well, humiliation is part of the game..."
"Anything else?" Sally asked.
"Well, this might be obvious, and it might not," Beth replied. "If
you get into this, everything is one-way; if Lonnie fucks around, it's none
of your business -- you suck it up. But if YOU fuck around, it had better
be by instruction..." She cocked her head. "How do you REALLY feel about
sucking Terence's cock? Or Rick's? Come on, I won't tell, but I need to
know."
"Well, the idea is kind of exciting, but kind of scary," Sally
replied seriously. "I want to, but I don't, you know?"
"It's okay as long as Lonnie says it is, right?" Beth cocked an
eyebrow.
"Uh huh."
"Sounds like me," Beth sighed. "I'm chicken -- unless my Master or
Mistress tells me to do something; then it's all cool, even if it's painful
or disgusting or humiliating..." She gathered herself. "Lonnie isn't gonna
understand without help -- how about if I talk to him for a bit and then
turn you two loose together?"
"Okay," Sally nodded.
"I'll save you Terence's cock," Beth chuckled over her shoulder as
they made for the door. "I GUARANTEE you're gonna suck it!" Sally just
blushed.
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Beth stuck her head around the bedroom door. "Lonnie? Can I talk
to you a moment?"
"Sure..." Lon shifted his attention from Teela and headed for the
door, passing Sally, who smiled shyly at him as he passed. "What's up?" he
asked when Beth turned to face him in the living room.
"Lonnie, I had a talk with Sally, and I'm pretty sure I understand
where she's coming from," Beth replied. "But she doesn't have the concepts,
so I figured I'd better butt in and try to explain."
"Okay..." Lon tossed his hair back. 'What the fuck?' he wondered.
Beth sucked in a breath. "Sally has probably told you this, but it
hasn't really sunk in. She wants you to run things -- more or less
completely."
"Huh?"
"There is a term for it -- it's kind of a lifestyle choice," Beth
amplified. "Girls like us -- the low self-esteem set, in particular -- can
drift toward it, but Sally isn't drifting, really -- she's made up her mind.
She wants you to control your relationship -- totally, basically."
Lon frowned. "What about crap like this? What if I tell her she
should suck Terence's dick and she doesn't want to?"
"Well, that's it, in a nutshell," Beth explained. "It's irrelevant
whether she wants to or not -- she's gonna do it. In fact, she wants you to
tell her to!"
"What?"
"It's a test, sort of," Beth explained. "She wants to prove her
obedience --her commitment. You can tell her not to, and she'll obey -- but
it won't be much of a test. Or you can tell her to go do it, and she can
prove that she's obedient to you by blowing him -- which IS a test..."
"Wow..." Lon mused, "That's... something..."
"Yeah," Beth agreed, "It is. Like I said, it's a lifestyle choice.
She wants to put herself in your hands to do -- literally -- whatever you
want with her. The flip side is responsibility -- if you tell her to do
something, and then you find out you don't like it, you can't blame HER,
because it's YOUR FAULT! You understand?"
"Well, sort of," Lon stewed. "What if I want to do a lot of stuff
she doesn't like?"
Beth sighed. "I really don't know much of a discussion we can get
into about this -- it's a VERY deep subject -- but unless you two agree that
certain things are taboo, she has two options -- she can do those things,
thereby proving her commitment to you and the relationship, or she can
bail." She locked eyes with her favorite young man in the world with the
exception of her son, and added, "If I were you, I wouldn't make too many
things taboo, either -- it weakens your position, something NEITHER of you
wants."
"I don't understand."
"Sweetie, she wants you to be in charge. That's BE in charge, not
ACT LIKE you're in charge. That means that she EXPECTS you to do what YOU
want, not ask her what SHE wants!" Beth explained. "I know it's weird, but
trust me, she is going to WANT you to push her around some. In fact, she
may act up, occasionally -- maybe MORE than occasionally -- and when she
does, she'll be testing YOU to see if you're strong enough to put her in her
place!"
"It's all real confusing," Lon mused.
"You may not be able to do it," Beth counseled. "A lot of guys
can't. You're gonna have to be hard sometimes -- set standards and enforce
them, without exception. Can you hit her?"
"WHAT?"
"Can you hit her -- knowing she WANTS you to, and that you're
perfectly safe from the cops BECAUSE she wants you to? Spankings, say --
something structured, not just displays of temper," Beth amplified. "For
instance, you set a rule that she washes the dishes, for example, every
night. One night, she doesn't do it, and she gives you a load of crap over
it when you press her on it. Can you punish her? Can you put her over your
knee and spank her?" Beth cocked her head. "There's a joker in the deck,
here. She may find spankings to be erotic -- and you may, too!"
"Jeez, I dunno, Beth," Lon replied, worried. "She's as big as I
am..."
Beth grinned from ear to ear. "That's the beauty of it! You'll
know you're doing right when she puts up little or nothing in the way of
resistance. If she fights like a demon, you have a problem on your hands,
but if she farts around and does everything half-assed and begs and pleads,
you're on firm ground... All YOU have to do is be firm! VERY firm! Can
you be firm with her?"
"This sounds -- I dunno -- too good to be true! Are you sure?" Lon
asked.
"Pretty sure," Beth agreed. "Think about that look she gets on her
face when she's waiting for you to make a decision. That's what made me
suspect..."
"I'm gonna flop around a lot..."
"Both of you can come to me for a perspective," Beth offered. "I've
been there. Sally doesn't appear to want to get into the deep end of
things, but they tend to escalate. One of the weird things about this kind
of lifestyle is the contradictions -- she won't like being beaten, but
she'll want it, anyway... Humiliation is big, too -- it's a tool that
leaves no visible marks, but..."
Lon frowned. "If I have her suck Terence, that's probably
humiliating..."
"Uh huh. Probably is," Beth agreed. She eyed Lon, "So?"
"Yeah, I get it." Lon nodded.
"Now, there are probably things you can do that WILL drive her away
-- but they're gonna be tough to find. One thing YOU need to do is realize
that control is in YOUR hands -- if you go wild, you may not like the
results! These things tend to escalate over time, anyway -- what was a
challenge to her last week isn't this week, you know? But if you go nuts
right away, the top end is tough to work in. You need to control YOURSELF
or you won't be able to control HER properly!" Beth advised.
"What's next?" Lon asked.
"You two need to talk. YOU need to be firm -- more or less tell her
-- not ask her -- what she wants. If she can surface any boundaries, take a
look at them -- but don't roll over right away. I know this sounds weird,
but a lot of times a submissive will TELL you she wants nothing to do with
what is actually a favorite fantasy..."
Lon rubbed his face. "This is gonna be pretty damned weird..."
"Maybe, but you get your own little sex toy out of the deal..." Beth
pointed out.
"There is that..." Lon agreed. The situation was a dream come true
-- but he might end up wishing he'd been careful what he wished for...
"I'll go get her," Beth offered, and headed out.
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In the meantime, Teela was facing heavy going with Rick. There were
too many embarrassments, too many distractions, and Rick had cum too
recently... All of these things could have been contributors -- all Rick
knew was that Teela's efforts were wonderful -- but not enough. That made
him feel bad, which didn't help his ability to enjoy what she was doing...
Teela's jaw ached. Her throat hurt. She'd backed off the deep-
throat thing after proving to Beth that she could, but then resumed when
Rick started showing signs of lasting forever. Now she backed off and
croaked, "What am I doing wrong?"
"I... dunno..." Rick sighed. "Maybe it's the audience, or the fact
I came just a little while back..." He knew better than THAT -- he could
jerk off three times running, given the proper stimulus...
"Want help?" Sally offered. Teela eyed her dubiously. "Just
suggestions..."
"Okay."
"Forget the deep stuff and work on what worked before. This isn't a
contest. Rick's probably freaked. Try to get his full attention."
"How?"
"Lock eyes with him. Be there for him. What you're doing is the
most important thing you've ever done -- and it's all for him!"
"Okay." Teela had forgotten the importance of eye contact; now,
reminded, she resumed using it. "Anything else?" she asked, popping her
lips off his glans momentarily.
"Play with his nuts," Terence offered. "Hard to say what he likes,
right off, but just foolin' with 'em gently..." Terence dribbled to a stop
under the girls' surprised gazes. "Well, shit -- I'm a dude, you know! I
know what dudes like..."
Teela shrugged and went back to what she was doing -- adding in a
little ball cradling. She didn't have to ask whether Rick liked it or not
-- he got firmer in her mouth. After about a half a minute, she popped off
again, "Any other ideas?"
"That's gonna work, I think," Rick gasped. He'd been in Heaven for
the last little bit...
"Let him have your head, Teela," Sally advised. "Let him, like, get
some control..."
"Uhhh..." Terence rumbled.
"Yes?" Teela looked up at the big black.
"Lookit, I don't want you freakin', but if you play with his
asshole..." THAT got him looks! Terence rubbed his face.
Sally giggled. "Well..."
Teela shrugged. "Maybe..." She looked up at Rick, "Go ahead with
the hands..." Rick put his hands gingerly on the sides of her head. Teela
held the eye contact and started working him seriously, adding the
occasional deep pass to her other stimulation and running two fingers curled
with her thumb into an 'O' in front of her lips for extra sensation when she
wasn't on deep. The other hand cradled his balls, one finger occasionally
drifting toward his perineum.
Rick forgot all about Sally and Terence; he had tunnel vision, and
all he could see was Teela's big blue eyes and her sucking lips. "Ah, shit
-- I'm gonna..." he grunted, gasping.
Teela kept at it, not stopping her pattern. She wanted Rick to cum,
not get caught up in changes and fail. His hands clutched her head and his
cock swelled; success was on the horizon... Teela decided to try one more
thing... Eyes locked on his, seeing his peak there, she buried her nose in
his pubes.
"AAAAUUUUUGGHH!!!" Rick howled, throwing his head back. "AH! AH!
AH!" he punctuated each cry with an attempt to get deeper into Teela's
throat. The buildup had been lengthy and incredible; the explosion matched
it -- Rick was too far gone to know what he was doing. Teela rode it our,
grimly satisfied that she'd given her all and it had been a creditable
effort.
The peak only lasted a few seconds; Rick let go and staggered back
as soon as sanity returned, leaving Teela coughing and choking, trying to
get her breath. "Shit, Babe, I'm sorry!"
"I'm not!" Teela croaked. "I'm pretty sure you had a good time..."
"Did I!"
At that moment, applause broke out, led by Beth, who had arrived
just in time to see Rick's orgasm. "That was prime!" she approved.
"Congratulations!"
Teela turned a frown on the older woman, but thought better of it,
turning it into a slow grin. "Thanks!"
Beth grinned back, then turned her attention to Sally, "Lon needs to
talk to you."
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