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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 51 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 mmM ir reluc oral anal mast blackmail voy humil

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 51

        "Okay, then," Lon announced.  "I think we're all square.  Everybody
even got a cum -- except Mary, and I'm gonna discuss HER piece of this
little fiasco with her later!"

        Sally slid out from under Fred and he collapsed; first the abuse,
then the more pleasant second round left him physically and emotionally
drained.

        Lon and Toby dressed quickly and Lon stepped up with some duct tape,
"Gimme the arms, Man."  Fred didn't argue -- he had nothing left in him, it
seemed like -- he was a hollow shell.  Too many people knew too much; he'd
disgraced himself, and he didn't even know with whom.  Lon wrapped tape
several times around Fred's forearms at his wrists, then undid the ropes and
moved on to unlacing the hood.  Toby stood by with a couple of eye patches
and some electrical tape; when the hood came off, the patches covered Fred's
eyes and the tape locked them down.  "Okay, let's go," Lon grunted, again
poking Fred with the muzzle of the starter pistol.

        "Where we goin'?" Fred asked, his voice dull and resigned.

        "You're leaving, Man.  I'm gonna take you out somewhere and we're
gonna leave you to undo yourself -- there's no reason to get stupid.  You
paid for your end of this thing, in spades -- we just want to get clear, you
know?" Lon said conversationally as he led Fred down the hall and out Beth's
front door -- still naked -- to his truck.  "Climb up..."  Fred got in on
the passenger side, with Sally behind him, holding his clothing.  Lon went
around to the driver's side, got in, and started the truck.  Toby, in Lon's
car, backed out of the driveway so that Lon could, then took up station
behind him as they headed for the edge of town.

        Things were quiet between them as they drove out beyond the city
limits, to a country lane, then to a dirt road, chosen basically at random.
Lon pulled off the road into a small brushy clearing and stopped, shutting
off the pickup.  "Am I dead?" Fred asked.

        "Nah," Lon replied.  "We're gonna leave, now.  It'll take you a
couple of minutes to get the tape off your eyes, and a bit longer to get the
tape off your wrists, once you can see it.  By then, we'll be long gone.
Your stuff is in the floorboards.  I think you've learned to be careful
whose pussy you poach, don't you?"

        "Yeah," Fred agreed shortly.

        Lon waved Sally out; she got down from the cab and headed back to
where Toby had already turned Lon's car around.  "As for the bisexual thing,
Man, I wouldn't get too freaked about it.  Sure, you like it -- lots of guys
do.  Maybe sometime I'll chase you down for another suck and fuck..."  He
let the threat linger a moment.  "I wouldn't go hunting us if I was you,
though -- we know what you look like, and you've only seen Mary.  And by now
you know not to fuck with Mary, right?"

        "Yeah."  Fred's voice was totally colorless.

        "Besides, we've got some pictures, you know?" Lon added.  "And
Mary's underage.  Shit, so am I.  So's my buddy!  That'd look, well, real
bad -- especially the pics from Round Two..."  He fished the keys out of the
ignition and tossed them into the floorboards atop Fred's clothing, then got
down out of the truck.  "Oh, shit -- I forgot your boots!  You stay just
like that, now, until I come back with them..."  He poked Fred in the side
with the pistol as a reminder, then shut the door.

        Fred sat there, stewing.  Kid was lying, probably...  He brought his
wrists up -- and Lon stepped onto the running board.  "You shouldn't be
moving!  If I can't trust you, I might as well shoot you!"  Fred froze --
and almost peed his pants!  Shit!

        This time, he sat there, rigid, hoping that he wouldn't catch a
bullet, until he heard the car drive off.  It took almost five painful
minutes to get the electrical tape and eyepatch blindfold from over his
eyes, and another three to get the duct tape off his wrists with his teeth;
by then, the kids were long gone.  Thoroughly depressed, Fred got slowly
into his clothes and started the truck, then set about trying to find out
where he was.  It was another half hour before he was in familiar territory,
and another fifteen minutes before he reached a place where he had to make a
decision where to go from there.  Not surprisingly, he ended up at his
favorite bar...

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        Toby, Lon, and Sally returned to Beth's house, triumphant.  Lon and
Sally watched while Toby edited the footage from the web cams and the video
camera.  It was surprising what they could do with it all -- especially the
second round footage!  Toby made two sets of the whole show, then pieced
together footage that actually made it look like Fred invited Toby and Lon
to fuck him when they arrived while he was having sex with Sally -- even to
the point of making it look like he preferred them to her!  Toby would play
with various cuts for days, but they had MORE than they needed; Lon made
some calls to his mother, Beth, and Louise.

        "We got it!" Lon announced, when Louise answered at work and
collected Beth, who picked up an extension.  "In fact, we got more that
expected!"

        "Well, that's wonderful!" Louise enthused.  "Where is Fred now?"

        "I dunno -- we couldn't follow him, afterward -- he'd have caught
us," Lon replied.  "I need to tell you how it all went down for you to
understand -- and that's probably not a good idea over the phone..."

        "Okay," Louise agreed.  "Where can we talk?"

        "Well, it went down at Beth's -- why don't you come home with her?"
Lon suggested.  "We can screen the video then..."

        "Great!" Louise agreed.  "We'll be off in a few minutes..."

        It was over an hour before Louise and Beth arrived, but that just
gave Toby more time with the footage.  He tuned some things and created two
DVDs -- which they were testing in the DVD player in the living room when
the women arrived.  "Okay, so what happened?" Louise asked.

        Lon opened his mouth, but he didn't feel that he was the best person
to present things.  Turning to Toby, he said, "You tell them."

        Toby nodded and waved the women onto the couch.  "Want anything to
drink or anything?" he asked.  Both Louise and Beth shook their heads no, so
he launched into the explanation, "Okay, I'm sure you're aware that Lon
wasn't happy about using Sally for bait -- and he was even less happy when
Teela backed out.  We also had the issue of ensuring that everyone
understood that the video was of underage sex -- which might or might not
have been adequate as a deterrent, where Fred was concerned.  Lon felt we
needed more, um, creative control -- and I had a brainstorm..."  He clicked
the remote on the DVD and the long-cut video began playing, showing Sally
and Fred entering Beth's bedroom.  "We set up Ma's room," he amplified, "as
it was the easiest place to get controlled video coverage..."

        The soundtrack the delivered that critical piece of dialog wherein
Sally mentioned being seventeen and Fred steamrollered right over it, then
moved on to the face shot that made Fred identifiable.  Then Sally flopped
back on the bed and Fred crawled atop her and started pumping, and Toby
froze the picture.  "We could have stopped here," Toby admitted, "but, like
I said, Lon was pissed over having some old guy fuck his girlfriend, and we
figured that if we worked at it, we could get something that would provide a
better handle, sooo..."  He resumed the video.  Louise watched the takedown,
and the immobilization, then Lon's taunting abuse -- and the face fuck.

        "Omigawd!" Louise looked up at Lon, wide-eyed.

        "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Lon grinned.

        Louise saw what Lon was talking about; on screen, the boys scammed
Fred and moved on to Toby ass-fucking him in short order.  "Omigawd!  You
guys..."  Louise sat there, wide-eyed.

        "It gets better," Lon grinned.

        It did, too.  You could tell that when Lon stopped abusing Fred, he
started doing a serious blowjob on the young athlete, rather than just
taking it.  And they had prime footage of Fred with his mouth open while Lon
blew his load in it -- and the swallow that followed it.  Even more
interesting was the comfort sucking that Fred took to doing afterward.  The
signs of cooperation began to show -- and when Sally's shot of her hand
working Fred's erection appeared, Louise was beside herself!  "Holy shit!
He'll NEVER want THIS to get out!"

        Lon grinned from ear to ear.  "And it gets EVEN BETTER!"

        There was a quiet groan, and Toby glanced over at his Ma.  Beth's
face was pink and she was unconsciously sliding the hands she had clasped
between her legs up and down over her mons.  "You okay, Ma?"

        "I miss that..." Beth husked.

        "What?"

        "Being bound, blindfolded.  Not knowing what comes next..."  She was
breathing hard.  On the screen, Toby swatted Fred's ass and Beth grunted in
synch with Fred.  "That, too..."

        Toby nodded, thoughtful.  "Why don't you go ahead and enjoy
yourself, Ma?"

        "Oh, I..." Beth glanced around, embarrassed.

        "Everybody knows you're a slut, Ma," Toby pressed, knowing that the
humiliation would add to her arousal.  "Be yourself.  Maybe I can find a
paddle somewhere..."

        "I...  I..."  Beth glanced around, wide-eyed.

        "Do it now!" Toby snapped.  "Get out of those scrubs and get your
hands in your twat!"

        Beth looked shell-shocked, but she mumbled, "Yes, Toby," and stood,
undoing the ties to her scrub pants.

        Toby shrugged at the wall of astonished glances, muttering, "Candace
isn't here.  Besides, she'd rather have a male Dom, anyway, wouldn't you,
Ma?"

        Beth wasn't looking at anyone, but she nodded her head while she
pretended to be busy getting out of her clothing.

        Toby sighed.  "There are things I can do and things I can't..."

        Lon eyed him.  "Maybe."

        Toby flashed a glance at his friend.  "Shouldn't, then?"

        Lon nodded.

        "Thank God!" Louise declared fervently.  "I thought my pussy was
gonna catch fire!"  She undid her scrub bottoms and slid them and her
panties down without getting up from the couch and boldly began rubbing her
mons.  "This is so hot..." she murmured, her gaze fixed on the screen.

        "Umm, Sweetheart..."  Sally flicked a gaze at Lon, then flicked her
eyes at Beth, who was coming out of the last of her clothing.

        Lon grunted, then looked back at Toby.  "So.  We've got three women
here.  And we've both dropped two loads already today..."  Toby grinned and
stepped in close to Lon, where they held a short whispered conference.

        "Sally, strip," Lon directed.

        "Ma, give Sally that tongue ride you owe her." Toby directed, almost
simultaneously.  The two males watched while Sally and Beth got organized --
even moving the coffee table so Sally could lie on the floor parallel to the
couch and watch the video and Beth could crawl up between her legs...  Beth
would miss a few things, but she could always see the replay.

        Meanwhile, events on-screen moved into Round Two.  Louise was
watching avidly as her husband took in Toby's cock and started nursing it,
her fingers flying over her clitoris.  "I owe you guys big time!" she
panted, her eyes rolling to Lon's, "This is..."

        "Keep watching," Lon advised.

        About that time, Fred started making comments about Toby's cock
size.  Bug-eyed, Louise turned to Toby, "Omigawd!"  There was NO WAY Fred
would EVER let THIS get out!  She was home free!  So were the boys!  She
watched as the scene progressed, her eyes getting bigger and bigger and her
fingers flashing across her clit; when Toby blew his load into Fred's open
mouth, Louise's eyes rolled up and she rock back, stiff as a board, wailing
"OOOHHHH!  GODDAAAAAAMN!!!"  Then she rocked back forward and listened to
Fred as he lost his cool under the effects of Sally's mouth and Lon's
pounding cock; when it was over, she sat there, shaking her head in
amazement.  "Unbefuckinglievable!" she exclaimed.  "Fred just let go..."

        "Yeah," Toby grinned.  "Towards the end, he just rolled over and
started sucking and fucking.  I made an edited version that is VERY
embarrassing -- a couple of dubs we added and some edits and it looks like
he started fucking Sally, but when we showed up he dumped her to take on
dicks..."

        "Oh, no shit?  Gawd, that's even worse than this!" Louise exclaimed.
She shook her head.  "I can't imagine how I'm gonna pay you guys back --
pull a train, or something..."  She eyed Lon sidelong.

        "I'm sure we'll think of something," Lon assured her.  "There's
Sally, of course..."

        "Well, I'll be happy to replace Beth," Louise offered, "but she's
doing such a fine job..."  Sally was rolling and thrashing on the floor
moaning; Beth was attached to her clitoris like a limpet.  "There's always
some time in the future..."  She looked up at Lon, "In the meantime, well, I
need another favor..."

        "Oh?  What's that?" Lon asked.

        "I need a cock, BAD, Baby!  Maybe two!" Louise replied.  "Please?"

        Toby glanced back and forth between the women, frowning.  "Ma..."

        "Yeah," Lon nodded, reading his mind.  "Okay, you handle Louise.
Beth!  Kneel up, so I can stick a dick in you!"

        "Keep your nose in Sally's twat!" Toby admonished, then turning to
Louise, he murmured, "So, doggy?"

        "Oh thank God!"  Louise went onto all floors on the carpet.  The
guys shucked out of their clothing and knelt up to deliver the requested
services.  Beth purred into Sally's cunt as Lon's cock slid into her tunnel
and began stroking; Louise moaned, "Oh, Baby!  Thank God!" as Toby pressed
his cock into her.  Toby turned to Lon and grinned, "It's tough being us --
all this work..."

        Lon laughed.  "I never figured when we started this that I'd be in a
situation where I was getting too much pussy!"  Then he got to thinking
about it; actually, the reason he was short on semen right now was that he'd
been fucking a man...  THAT was kind of embarrassing -- but it didn't kill
him or anything...

        Louise was clam-happy.  Fred was handled; whenever it was that he
decided to pull the plug, he'd get a nasty surprise...  The group was safe,
and she could fuck anybody she wanted to.  Toby's dick was reaming the shit
out of her and it was just WONDERFUL!  The boy's jokes just kind of added
icing to the cake; she wasn't getting as much dick as she'd like, but what
she WAS getting was prime stuff, not your average bar pickup whose size was
gonna be a surprise and who was already loaded and limp-dicked before he
started...  Who knew where things would go from here?  "Yeah, Baby, fuck me!
Like that!  Yeah!  Yeah!  Oh, GAAAWD!"  Toby, nowhere near a cum, just kept
pounding.

        Sally was whimpering her way through her third orgasm, gushing
fluids into Beth's open mouth.  "Oh, God!  No more!  I can't stand it!"

        Lon grinned.  "Come back here and lick my balls, then, while I give
Beth her ride."

        Beth let go and Sally crawled back to her boyfriend/master, who
laughed.  "Forget it, Babe -- I don't think you can get at 'em, anyway."

        "Well..."  Sally shrugged.  Obviously, she was willing...  Beth,
unencumbered by having to tongue Sally's gash, was throwing herself back at
Lon energetically.

        "See what you can do, then," Lon grunted.  "Lick some clit if you
can't get to 'em..."  He eyed her to see what her reaction would be, but
Sally didn't blink; she went over onto her back and wormed her way between
Lon's legs from behind.  It turned out that she COULD get to his balls,
sometimes, and it was a novel experience...

        "Oh, Lonnie!  Thank you, Baby!  That's so good!" Beth cooed as one
of her orgasms swept over her.

        "Swat her on the ass, occasionally," Toby grunted.  "She likes it."

        "So do I, Babe!" Louise muttered, turning her head, "So do I!"  Toby
shrugged and gave her a swat, noticing the effect -- an involuntary
tightening of Louise's twat that took a few seconds to subside.  After that,
there wasn't much talk -- just wordless wails from the two older women and
an occasional loud smack until the boys dribbled the remains of their daily
semen production into their clutching cunts.

        While they relaxed in the aftermath, Toby presented Louise with the
two DVDs he had created for her.  "I'm gonna fine-tune this, but here is the
raw stuff."

        "Thanks, Baby," Louise replied.  "Thanks for everything."

        "No problem," Toby grinned.  "What are you going to tell the boys?"

        Louise pursed her lips.  "Just that it is handled, for now, I think.
Terence..." her voice trailed off.

        "We'll find a way to help him, somehow," Toby promised.

        "Thanks!" Louise smiled, and headed home.  While Beth saw her to the
door, Lon asked, "What are we supposed to do for him?"

        "He needs to get to be okay with whatever it is that he is," Toby
replied.

        "Well, what is he?" Lon queried.

        "He THINKS he's bi," Toby replied.  "But he's afraid he's gay."

        "So?  What am I supposed to do?" Lon asked.  "Feed him dick?  I'M
not gay, despite what I did to his old man..."

        Toby shrugged.  "I'm not either, but I was in there swinging.  I
don't think that wanting your cock sucked makes you gay -- or even bi."

        "Me either," Beth piped up, returning to the room.  "Can I dress?"

        "Sure."  Toby waved approval.  At Sally's look of inquiry, Lon
nodded, too.

        "So what's the problem?" Beth asked.

        "Terence," Toby replied shortly.

        "He's pretty upset," Beth agreed.

        "So what do YOU think?" Lon asked.  "Is he queer?"

        "I don't think so," Beth replied.  "I think he's very bisexual, but
not gay."

        "How do you tell the difference?" Lon wanted to know.

        "Well, it's a range," Beth replied, holding up her hands.  "Over
here, you have your heterosexual guys who just don't have any interest.
That's not the same as being homophobic or PRETENDING not to have any
interest -- some of those guys are liars."  She waved her left hand.  "Over
here," she added, waving her right, "are gays -- and they have no interest
in girls -- except maybe as friends or kindred souls.  But in between..."
She waved both hands.  "There is a range.  At the edges are guys who for all
intents and purposes are either gay or heterosexual -- but don't mind having
recreational sex with a guy or a gal -- whatever.  In the middle, you have
guys who are omnivorous -- they'll fuck anything that walks..."  She
grinned.

        "So how do you define somebody's orientation?" Lon demanded.

        "By who he can have relationships with, I think," Beth replied.
"Recreational sex doesn't count -- it's which sex he can develop a
relationship with.  A guy who can only fall in love with guys is gay..."

        Toby frowned.  "That would tend to mean that there are probably very
few TRUE bisexuals..."

        Beth nodded.  "You're right -- they would be few and far between.
And their environment wouldn't help -- any partner they have of either sex
is unlikely to want to see him form attachments with the other.  But a LOT
of guys are functionally bisexual -- meaning that they have sex with males
and females -- or did at some point in their lives."

        Lon was frowning, so Beth came to his rescue, "A one-off is
experimentation.  Lots of young guys try it, because, for one thing, guys
are constantly horny -- and for another, guy sex is easier for guys to get
than girl sex."

        "It is?" Sally blinked.

        Beth nodded.  "Think about it.  Many young guys probably fall into
experimentation with one or two friends at an all-male sleepover or
whatever, looking at porn.  Somebody starts rubbing themselves off, and
someone else ups the ante -- it might take three or four outings or more,
and the guys have to trust each other, because being outed as being gay is a
real show-stopper, but eventually, two of them trade sucks.  Or however many
of them are present, because nobody can be allowed to sit it out, once it
starts.  It's slow, but it happens -- they start with masturbating each
other, probably, and nothing else happens until trust builds up.  But guys
ALWAYS want to fuck, so once they get started, there is a good chance that
eventually one of them will start sucking.  I figure that's what happened
with Terence and Damian."  Sally nodded, understanding.  "But there are
places -- like those places Fred Carter was going to -- where guys who have
already decided that they like certain parts of the experience can go and
meet others.  And it's not a relationship thing -- it's just sex.  Since
girls make things harder because they're trying to set up a relationship,
going somewhere just to get your cock sucked is a lot easier.  It's
anonymous -- no strings -- the guy sucks, you cum, you're out of there."
Beth hesitated for a moment, then added, "Of course, because it IS
anonymous, sometimes it might not be a guy..."

        "No?"  Sally looked surprised.

        "My ex used to take me to places like that," Beth confided.  "He
would send me into a booth, and I couldn't come out until I'd sucked a
certain number of guys..."

        Sally, shocked, flicked a glance at Lon, who looked thoughtful.

        "Anyway," Beth put things back on track, "experimentation -- guys or
gals -- is just that.  Once or twice and you come to a crossroads where you
decide that it's just too gross or it's an okay way to get your jollies.
That's where you become functionally bisexual.  Terence and Damian are both
functionally bisexual because they've made that decision -- but how far down
the road they are differs.  Damian only engages in guy sex if there is a
clear understanding that he's going to get his end taken care of -- and I
bet that as long as he's getting regular sex from a woman, he won't bother.
Terence, on the other hand, wants to experiment with guy sex -- but he's
scared to death he'll get branded.  We all know that he has no problems with
girls, but he really, REALLY wants to go all the way with a guy -- and
that's scary for him, because of the consequences.  And as for the emotional
piece, the jury is still out and THAT scares him even more!"

        "Yeah, well," Lon grunted.  "I'm still hearing that he needs a fuck-
buddy.  I'm not sure I want to get into that.  Besides, what happens if he
gets all moon-eyed?"

        Beth nodded, murmuring, "Those are the issues...  You two haven't
really moved beyond experimentation -- what you did to Terence's father was
rape, when you get right down to it.  I hope you never plan on repeating
anything like that..."

        "I don't!" Lon held up his hands.  "If I hadn't been pissed about
the injustice of having to cough up my girlfriend for that thing, I'd have
never..."

        "Do you feel bad?" Beth asked.

        "Yeah," Lon nodded.  "By the second pass, I really didn't have it in
me to abuse the shit out of the guy.  Toby was the rational one of us -- the
guy who kept things even-handed."

        "Yeah, well, even that..." Beth eyed her son.  "I'm... disappointed,
maybe."

        Toby sighed.  "I don't know whether it was Pa coming out or
something else," he sighed.  "It was, well, an elegant solution..."

        "Not for Fred Carter, it wasn't!" Beth reproved.  Toby nodded,
ashamed; Lon went poker-faced to cover his surprise that Beth could go from
being submissive to parental and back without issues...  "It DID work,
though," she added, "although I think that it was VERY dangerous -- and
that's a good thing for Louise and the boys."

        "There's STILL Terence," Lon grunted.

        Beth cocked her head.  "You've had a blowjob from a guy and blowjobs
from girls.  Which is better?"

        Lon frowned.  "I dunno."

        "What about anal sex?"

        "About the same, I guess, except I'd rather look at a girl's ass..."
Lon chucked.

        "On a good transvestite, you might not notice the difference," Beth
teased.  "But it IS indicative..."

        "Of what?" Lon asked suspiciously.

        "If you'd been a one hundred percent committed, dyed in the wool
heterosexual, you couldn't have done what you did -- especially the second
time, once the anger let up," Beth posited.  "But you're pretty close, I
bet."  She eyed him and added, "You have a problem with 'right' and 'fair',
Lonnie.  It's gotten you into trouble before, and it's going to again -- and
it could have done so this time!  You need to get a handle on it."

        Lon arched an eyebrow.  "Well..."

        "Life isn't fair, Lonnie.  And people don't always do what is right.
YOU should try to BE fair and DO right -- but you shouldn't always expect it
of others, and attempts to punish their transgressions can backfire on you.
Set an example, and limit yourself to imposing your will on those willing to
accept it."  Beth flicked her eyes to Sally.

        Lon looked grumpy, but said nothing.

        "And me, Ma?" Toby asked, drawing Beth's fire.

        Beth pursed her lips.  "There are a bunch of things going on with
you, Son.  I don't know, but I think you're just a little bit left of
Lonnie.  And you're showing bits and pieces of your Pa -- but I think you're
smarter about it.  Please be careful."  Toby pursed his lips and nodded.

        "This still doesn't explain what we're supposed to do about
Terence," Lon complained.

        Beth puffed out a breath.  "Put up with him, I guess," she advised.
"Don't rag him because of his problem -- he's having a hard enough time with
it."

        "What if he wants to...?" Lon's voice trailed off.

        "That's up to you," Beth replied.  "But it always was.  He won't ask
you to suck him, but..."

        "He might ask to suck me -- or he might ask me to fuck him," Lon
finished.  Beth nodded.  "I dunno about that," he grunted.  "C'mon, Sally --
time to go home."  Sally followed him out.

        That left Beth with her son.  "Are you going to...?" she asked
carefully.

        "Yes."  Toby knew that the question ended "Dominate me?" not "Fuck
me?"

        "Is that...?"

        "Wise?  I'm not certain.  But it is convenient, and besides, we've
already stipulated that you prefer to be dominated by males.  Candace will
continue to play, but when you need more, I'll try to deliver," Toby
announced.

        "What about Terence?"

        Toby shrugged.  "Well, he's already sucked me, once.  Louise got
carried away...  I thought you knew."

        "Well, I might have," Beth replied, eyeing her son sidelong, "but I
was sworn to secrecy.  How did he do?"

        "Great, actually -- but he was under duress.  I...  Ma, I think that
when I get hot, I can influence women, mentally..."

        "THAT would be a first!" Beth laughed.

        "I'm serious, Ma!  I've been... running experiments.  And if I'm
charged up, I get my way, whatever the woman starts out thinking about it.
It's worked on just about every female I've tested it on..."  Toby shook his
head, remembering.  "I was coming up with this dream scenario -- kind of
version one of what we ended up doing to Fred -- and Louise just took it and
ran with it, like I was projecting it into her brain.  But it wasn't Fred,
it was poor Terence.  I had to bring Jean in afterwards to give him
something to buck him up..."  He gave her another look.  "I don't suppose
you are surprised that Jean DID fuck him, without so much as a whimper..."

        "You're convinced, then?" Beth asked her son.

        "Yeah, but no one else is."

        "Well, use your powers for good..." Beth couldn't help grinning.

        Toby squelched an impulse to make her do something out of character
and completely embarrassing through main force of will -- especially since
something incestuous like sucking his cock would make the top of the menu.

        Beth saw the effect of her teasing and shifted back to the subject
at hand.  "If he wanted it, would you do it again?"

        "I dunno.  Maybe."

        "What about fucking him?"  Toby grimaced; Beth nodded.  "The bad
news is Lon's attitude," she related.  "Terence has a thing for Lon -- don't
tell him!"

        "Oh, boy!" Toby shook his head.  "Nothing is ever easy..."

        "You got THAT right!"

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

        "I HAD to fuck a black guy!" Lon fumed, driving Sally home.  "Now
everybody thinks I like it..."

        "I wish you'd fuck ME," Sally mumbled, downcast.  "Ever since I..."

        Lon looked over at her, surprised.  "What the matter, Honey?"

        "Ever since that guy..." Sally whined, "You've been acting like I'm
ruined..."

        "Oh."  He HAD, too, Lon realized.  This wouldn't do -- but he'd
already dropped three loads today, for chrissakes!  "Is your mama home?"

        "Probably."

        "Maybe we'd better go to my house," Lon mused.

        "We're almost AT my house!" Sally pointed out.

        "Yeah."  Should he try to put things off?  Sally's inferiority
complex had apparently kicked in...  No, he would do his best.  If her mama
turned him away, then it wasn't his fault...

        They'd both forgotten about the way Sally was dressed.  Eleanor
Harkness took one look as they came in the door and all Hell broke loose!
"What is THAT?" she demanded, waving at Sally's state of undress.

        "Uuuh..."  Sally's eyes popped.  'Oh, shit!'

        Lon couldn't agree more.  Maybe he could distract Sallly's mama.
"Oh, hi!  Sally and I are just coming from, I dunno, something she was doing
with Teela..."

        "Something that doesn't require a bra?" Eleanor demanded.

        'Oh, fuck!' Lon's mind went into overdrive.  That wasn't the worst
of it, either...

        "Did you go out this morning like that?" Eleanor demanded.

        "Uhh, yes...  Teela and I were..."  'Were what?  What am I gonna try
to sell here?' Sally wondered.

        Eleanor got too close; a flick at Sally's skirt revealed her other
lack...  "I do NOT believe you, Young Lady!  Get upstairs!"  She whirled on
Lon, "And YOU!  What have you done to my daughter?"

        "Uhh..." Lon stammered.

        "I see that both of you are fully prepared for this conversation,"
Eleanor said scornfully.

        'Oh, God...'  Sally thought fast.  "Lon didn't know about this!
Teela and I went out to, well, tease some guys.  Lon is just bringing me
home..."

        "Right!" Eleanor said sarcastically.  "Like I believe THAT!  Get
Teela on the phone!"

        Sally did as she was told, praying.  Eleanor snatched the phone from
Sally's hand -- but blew it with her questions.  "What do you have to do
with the outfit that Sally is wearing, Young Lady?" she demanded.

        Teela stared at the phone.  "Uh oh."

        "Yeah, I guess!  Well?"

        Teela thought it through.  Sally was obviously in trouble -- what
would help?  "Well, a lot, actually.  I helped her pick it out..."

        "She says you two went out to tease some guys..." Eleanor ranted.
"Is this true?"

        "Well, yes," Teela admitted.  Mrs. Harkness couldn't ground
her..."We went to a construction site to get some guys worked up..."  The
neat part of this was that it was true.

        "Construction workers?" Eleanor flashed a glance at Sally.  "Are you
nuts?"

        "Well, it was bear-baiting, sort of," Teela admitted.

        "And were YOU braless in almost nothing and wearing no panties,
too?" Eleanor demanded.

        "Yeah," Teela sighed.  "Guilty as charged."

        "And your boyfriends?  Where were they?"

        "They weren't around.  This was a solo thing," Teela insisted.

        "What do you think your new boyfriend is going to think of this?"
Eleanor demanded.

        "I'm sure he'll disapprove," Teela replied.  "Lon did."

        The look Eleanor gave Lon told him that he had been exonerated, one
way or another; he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

        "Whatever were you thinking?" Eleanor asked, exasperated.

        "It was just a game," Teela replied.  "Silly, I know, but we're both
feeling so free and happy, now that we're not untouchables..."

        "Did you ever think you might lose your boyfriends over such
foolishness?" Eleanor asked, making the point with Sally using her eyes.
Sally grimaced.

        "Well..."  Teela replied.  "With me it was sorta to see what Rick
would do, you know?  Would he yell, or have a fit or just blow it off?  I
wanted to know if he really cared..."

        "And?" Eleanor asked, her voice softening.

        "He was real unhappy," Teela related.

        "I see," Eleanor replied.  "While I'm sure that it was instructive,
I wouldn't advise you to do that kind of thing regularly.  Boys are, well,
less devious than we are.  They don't look for the hidden agendas.  You were
taking a big chance."

        "No, Ma'am," Teela replied solemnly.

        Eleanor hung up.  Gazing at Lon, she said, "Will you wait down here
a moment?"

        "Sure."  'Am I REALLY off the hook?" Lon wondered.

        Eleanor turned to her daughter.  "Let's go upstairs."  Sally nodded,
turned, and headed up; Eleanor found herself scandalized at the display.  A
glance down showed Lon -- who obviously wasn't, although he contrived to
look away, once caught.

        Once in Sally's room, Eleanor lit into her.  "What on Earth were you
thinking, Young Lady?  I thought you wanted to keep this boy!  Teela says
she did this stupid thing to see if her boyfriend really cared -- is that
your excuse?"

        "Well, no.  We were just keeping an eye on one another, you know?  I
know it was dumb..."

        "I should say so!" Eleanor railed.  "Showing your private parts to a
bunch of strangers like a bitch in heat!  Those parts of your body should
belong to him!"  Eleanor stopped dead.  "Do they?"

        "Yes, Mom."

        "You know what I mean -- has he, um, taken possession?"

        "Yes, Mom."

        "Baby?  You've...?"  Eleanor's eyes were suddenly wet.

        "Yes, Mom.  I'm a woman."  Sally bit her lip.

        "All the more reason why you shouldn't do ANYTHING to make the man
you love unhappy!  You DO love him, right?"

        "Yes."

        Eleanor blew out a breath.  "And him?  What's his stance?"

        "He loves me."  Sally announced it with some certainty.

        "What am I supposed to do now?" Eleanor asked.

        Sally looked at the floor.  "Let him come up.  I need to, um, make
sure everything is okay, you know?"

        "Uh huh," Eleanor shook her head.  "Right.  I'm supposed to let
you...  Let him..."

        "Pleeeeze!" Sally begged.

        "Your father will be home soon!" Eleanor retorted.  "What do I tell
HIM?"

        "Okay, let me go to his house, then."

        "No.  Bring him up.  I'll... think of something.  Do NOT come
downstairs like that!  Your father will have a heart attack!"

        "Yes, Mom."

        "I'll send him up."  Eleanor left her daughter's room, mumbling to
herself.  "How did I get myself into this?  Covering up for my own daughter
while she..."  She shook her head as she stumped down stairs.  Picking up
Lon sitting on the couch, she sighed, "Go on up.  Be quiet -- her father
will be home soon."  She stopped him as he passed.  "Do you...?  Never
mind."  He thought he did, anyway -- you could see it in his eyes.  That was
the best you could hope for...  Eleanor headed for the kitchen while Lon
thundered upstairs.

        Lon discovered that he COULD cum four times -- at least,
occasionally.  Sally only let out one impassioned "Oh, God!" that Lon wasn't
prepared for -- after that, she spent a lot of time moaning into pillows
while Lon -- who wasn't feeling a lot of urgency after three cums -- pushed
her through more orgasms than she'd ever before experienced.

        George Harkness didn't notice, somehow; Sally snuck Lon out the
front door undetected, then came down to greet her father decently dressed
if a little flushed.  Eleanor was attuned to the whole thing, however, and
every little noise fired her imagination.  George reaped the benefit; at
bedtime, Eleanor's juices were flowing more than usual -- and she made sure
he knew it.  During the foreplay phase, Eleanor startled her husband by
asking, "Have you ever licked anyone?"

        George had, but Eleanor had always indicated that she thought the
whole idea messy and disgusting; besides, she tended to be curious about the
details of such things, and George had never thought to fabricate an answer
to the question if she should ask him just whom he had practiced that
technique upon -- and, frankly, the truth wouldn't do...  Very cautiously,
he replied, "Yes..."

        "H--how was it?"

        "Not bad, actually," George related.  "I know you have issues with
it, but, well, the smell is arousing -- it's supposed to be."

        "And the taste?"  Eleanor held her breath.

        "Interesting, actually..."  George threw back the blankets covering
his activities and shifted positions to bring the weapon under discussion to
bear on the target.

        "No, no, it's okay -- I didn't mean..." Eleanor protested weakly.

        George ignored her -- and he ignored the hands that came up to fig
leaf her sex.  Twenty years of marriage told him that both were pro-forma.
By touch, he attacked her mons with his tongue.

        "Oh!  OH!  Omigawd!" Eleanor exclaimed, clutching George's head.

        "Better than fingers, then?" George grinned and dove back in.

        Moments later, Sally awoke to an amazing shriek from the master
suite.  Snagging a robe, she tiptoed down the hall to her parent's open
door.

        "Stop, George, stop!  I can't take any more!" Eleanor wailed,
shuddering.  Sally pushed an eye around the doorframe to watch her father's
head come up from his mother's crotch in the dim light.

        "Well, THAT was fun!" he announced, wiping his face on his forearm.

        "Omigawd!" Eleanor gasped.  "I had no idea!"  She panted a bit,
then, "I suppose I should..."

        "Yes, you should, actually," George agreed with a grin of
satisfaction, climbing up and rolling over onto his back.  Nothing on the
face of the Earth would have moved Eleanor to give him oral sex before this,
but now he had her between a rock and a hard place...  There was NO WAY he
was letting her off the hook!

        Eleanor struggled up onto orgasm-weakened limbs.  "I don't know what
I'm doing..."

        "We'll just have to experiment," George replied.  Eleanor nodded and
grasped her husband's erection, then bent to lick the tip.  George had a
pretty stiff erection already -- none of that lank, flexible kind of thing
that had been the norm of late.  Sure, he firmed up once in the act, but
sometimes getting him in could be difficult...  The taste, aside from being
a bit musky with the familiar smell of his arousal, wasn't much different
than if she had licked his shoulder or hip or fingers -- certainly nowhere
near what he had had to put up with!  Eleanor worried a lot about the
pungency she took on when aroused, not to mention how wet she got.  Poor
George had just dived in...

        "Wrap your lips around it," George murmured.  "Move them up and
down.  Use your tongue on it...  Ahhhh!"  He'd waited almost two decades for
this!  "Oooohhh!"

        "How am I doing?" Eleanor asked.

        "Wonderful!" George croaked.  "No teeth!  The usual place doesn't
have them, and it's sensitive...  Oh, God!"

        In her hands and mouth, Eleanor's husband's penis was as hard as she
had ever felt it.  Something was seeping from the tip...  She was all set to
be horrified -- but it wasn't urine.  It must be the other stuff -- the
lubricant that he emitted when she masturbated him.  She was familiar with
that -- masturbation was part of foreplay for both of them.  That brought
another thought...

        "George..."

        "I drank yours!" he grunted, anticipating her.  "About a quart!  You
gushed!"

        'He's right', she thought, grimacing around his erection.  'I guess
I should...'  Besides, he didn't create the kind of flood that she did,
anyway...

        Sally watched her mother deliver what was obviously her first
blowjob to her father, thinking, 'God, they're SOOO backward...'
Apparently, Dad had given Mom a tongue ride -- that was the source of her
outburst.  Sally grinned to herself; apparently, she and Lon had planted a
seed, and she was watching it bear fruit...  Sally watched her father
stiffen and relax, stiffen and relax as his wife found sensitive places,
then unaccountably drifted away from them.  This went on for a couple of
minutes -- but in a surprisingly short time, George hunched up in the bed
and moaned, "Oh, GOD!" -- and the flood began.

        Eleanor had lengthy experience with the feel of George's penis
ejaculating in her vagina -- but having him do so in her mouth brought on a
much clearer idea of the mechanics.  She could FEEL the underside of it
harden like a hose as his semen pulsed through it.  The taste?  Well, it
wasn't addictive, but then it wasn't that godawful mess she spewed when she
got worked up, either!  It was thick, and clumpy, like clotted gravy, with a
salty taste that hung there, on her tongue.  She swallowed it and sucked on
his member until it stopped pulsing -- something that went on for a good
half a minute -- then climbed back up beside him.  "Well, THAT was...
interesting."

        "It was more than that!" George retorted.  "I don't suppose you want
to repeat the experience?" he asked, hugging his wife.

        "If it wasn't too awful for you," Eleanor replied.

        "No, it was fine."  George gathered himself and applied his lips to
Eleanor's, meanwhile thinking, 'Thanks, Sis...'

        Grinning from ear to ear, Sally tiptoed away.

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