Lon chuckled as he repositioned; Jean couldn’t say fuck, apparently. She could do it, though; she grabbed her knees as he knelt up, pulling her legs up and back, making her wide open as he settled above her. He replaced her hands on her knees with his once the tip of his cock was lodged in her and leaned in to drive it home.
"Huuungh! Uuuuuhhh! Yessssss!!!" Now that she felt free to enjoy herself, making passionate noises was okay, too; Jean let Lon know that he was doing a good job. "God! Yes! Do it! Uuuhh!"
Fairly quickly, Jean encouraged Lon to jack up the pace to the point that it was punishing for both of them; one side effect was that Lon got to actually see Jean’s little titties jiggle on her chest — something that their firmness usually didn’t allow. This was a different ride than the time he raped her (he still didn’t see it that way); that time had been part demonstration, part rape, and the remainder a contest of wills. This time Jean was cooperating fully — something he frankly never expected to see. But there it was; she was holding herself wide open and rocking her pussy up to meet him — and she hadn’t fooled with rubbers, either. This was good pussy — but the ride was bumpy. Lon was used to Beth, who was padded here and there, if maybe a bit less flexible; Jean might have a LITTLE fat under the fur patch on her mons, but it wasn’t much — and there certainly wasn’t any along the corded tendons of her open thighs! Somehow, she was rocking her pussy up so his down-stroke went straight in, then dropping it so he rubbed the top of it on the back-stroke — something only a contortionist should have been able to do — and it was nice, but he was gonna have a bruised pubic bone. She had her hands on his shoulders, and every time he slowed down past a certain point, she started hauling and tugging, keeping things in high gear.
To be fair, if he hadn’t already dropped a load in Beth’s magic mouth, he’d have been shooting in Jean inside of three minutes; as it was, Jean got cherry red as was her wont and her grunts went up the scale … Suddenly, she was wailing, and trying to haul herself up onto his cock by a grip around his hips that she really didn’t have arms long enough to get — and she scratched the living shit out of him! "HEY!"
"Hunh? Oh! Sorry!" Was she getting even again? No, the look on her face was mixed exhaustion and contrition — he believed her. "I got carried away," she mumbled, gasping.
"Well, those fingernails hurt!" Lon complained. "Watch it!"
"Okay." She rubbed his shoulders in apology. But in less than a minute she was hauling on him again, urging more speed…
Suddenly, Toby was there. "Jeezus, Man!" Lon grunted, "You … must be … part jackrabbit! She’s … trying to … kill me!"
Toby chuckled. "Things are going better than I expected."
"Toby!" Jean cried. "You’re hard…"
Toby chuckled. "I saved it for you."
"Gimmee!"
Toby shuffled up close and Jean sucked him in — but she was glassy-eyed, so her mouth was mostly a warm, wet place to keep his cock hard. "So how are you guys doing?"
"We … had a … talk…" Lon puffed. "Suddenly … she was … good to go … She’s working … on two … Scratched me…"
"Well, you’ve definitely got her going," Toby observed. From experience, he could tell Jean was close to orgasm. He reached between the pair and collected one of her puffy nipples and started mauling it between two fingers.
"AAWWWWW!!!" Jean squalled around Toby’s cock and went nuts, trying to crawl up Lon’s cock from below; Lon lost control and crashed into her when she shifted to wrap her legs around him, breaking his bracing position with his hands on her knees and forcing him to brace his arms on the bed, basically carrying her on his hands and knees while she clung to him and rammed her pussy against him.
"Jeezus!" Lon yelled in surprise. Toby had to snatch his hand back during the crash — and his cock, too, for that matter. Now he stood watching as Jean thrashed her way through an orgasm, while his friend gave him a second opinion on the subject of her orgasmic response. "I think she’s some kind of vampire rabbit, or something!"
Toby laughed. The good news was that Jean was apparently going at it full bore and not faking anything. She flopped back down on the bed, visibly wasted from the orgasm — but Lon wasn’t done, and he was going to get even! Jean’s antics had brought him to the edge, and he didn’t want to lose it while she recovered, so he slid his arms under her shoulders and picked her up like a rag doll while pounding into her, getting the extra stimulation he needed to get him that last little bit. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" he yelled, while his cock swelled and pulsed in the tiny redhead’s channel, "FUUUUCK!!!"
When it was over, Lon managed to lay Jean down, then back off her before collapsing on his side. "Jeezus! What a workout!"
Toby grinned, eyeing his friend. "Did you leave me any?"
Lon rolled his eyes, but Jean, well on the way to recovery, smiled and murmured, "Always." She reached out and collected Toby’s cock in her small hand, rubbing it while she turned to her erstwhile partner. "Thank you, Lon…"
"You’re welcome," Lon groaned while he dragged himself from the bed. "You two have fun — I’m going downstairs where it’s safe…" He staggered off.
Toby crawled onto the bed. "So how are you?"
"I’m fine," Jean smiled. "Put it in me…" Toby crawled onto the bed and assumed the position vacated by Lon, kneeling up and inserting the tip of his cock in Jean’s weeping hole. Jean pulled herself onto him by the simple expedient of wrapping her legs around his hips and tightening their grip.
"No problems, then?" Toby asked, sighing as his cock seated itself in his lover.
"No," Jean replied. "Lon pointed out something that I’d been missing — I’d been selfish, causing you problems and undercutting your authority, not helping you. I don’t want to do that — I want to help, not be a burden…"
"You’re never a burden," Toby insisted.
"Love me, then," Jean sighed. Lon had gone deep, but now she was full. Toby set up a stroke about half as fast as the one Jean had goaded Lon to maintain; he’d learned to either ignore her urgings for greater speed or make her ride on top — something he might do, next round … It was time to remind her who loved her…
Lon stopped to hit the refrigerator for a soda and to pee, then headed downstairs to the rec room. The Carter boys had Beth and Mama bent over the couch, side by side, while Rick was working on Louise atop the pool table, missionary-style. Lon wandered between the two areas of activity, idly getting an eyeful; Rick was using Louise’s somewhat deflated-looking breasts as handholds, apparently — and Louise wasn’t complaining. Instead, she was rolling her eyes and snapping her head back and forth an urging him on, "Ride me, Baby! Ride that pussy! Bring me home! Make me cum again, you stud!" Lon grinned to himself; Rick probably needed that … He swept around the end of the couch and orbited the front side.