"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."
Chapter 43
Posted: March 25, 2009 - 07:10:11 pm
"Yes, Sweetheart?" Sally asked upon entering the living room.
"Beth has this idea that you want me to…" Lon paused, searching for the proper word, "control you."
"Yeah."
"Is she right?"
Lon had his answer immediately; Sally had that look on her face before her mouth opened, "Yeah."
"Why?" Lon asked. "Why go that far? From what Beth tells me, there’s nothing fair about it; it sounds like I get the elevator and you get the shaft!"
Sally’s lips curled; she didn’t have to say anything. Lon grinned, "You can have THAT shaft, any time! I’m talking about the other stuff…"
Sally’s face settled into a pensive expression. "It’s hard to explain; I just can’t tell you how I feel — I need to show you. Anyone can TALK about commitment…"
"Beth says it isn’t simple; she says that sometimes I’ll get the wrong cues. I’m gonna make mistakes. YOU’RE gonna make mistakes." Lon eyed Sally closely. "What about limits? I can think of about a thousand pretty embarrassing things I could ask of you — what if you chicken out?"
"That’s the test, I guess," Sally replied with that glacial outward calm that she’d been displaying off and on for a couple of days now, "If I get chicken, I’m not worthy. If I’m not worthy, I should be punished. If it’s really bad, maybe I shouldn’t be here…" Inwardly, she was scared to death — would he take up the gauntlet, or would it be too much trouble? Could he? Sally had no illusions; Lon, whatever he thought right now, was GOING to have admirers once school started — the A group girls were going to be out trying to forge bonds early in order to have a partner for all of those important Senior functions — and some of them would be looking beyond that, whether they admitted it or not. Only Lon’s announced preference put Sally in the competition; otherwise, she was a good distance back in the pack, at the very least! The flip side was that Lon had been just incredible — not the snot everybody expected him to be, but considerate and committed — which presented its own problems. Could he be aloof and demanding? How tough would it be on him to be tough on her?
"It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?" Lon asked. "Haven’t I made myself clear in that area?"
"You bought a pig in a poke," Sally replied. "We haven’t been together long enough. You don’t KNOW, one way or another, whether I’m good enough — but you had to put yourself out there, MUCH farther than should have been required, to get things rolling. Now it’s up to me to make all of the crap I put you through worthwhile — and frankly, I’m not sure I can! But the first step is to release you from any ridiculous commitments…"
Lon’s eyes narrowed. Sally was laying the foundation for a new relationship between them, leveling the playing field — actually tilting it in the other direction! And in doing so, she was clearly placing herself at the bottom of the totem pole…
But could he do this? The first steps were deceptively simple, and the situation sounded like a dream come true — but was it? There seemed to be a heavy load of responsibility buried in this mess — and an ongoing day-to-day effort to keep the thing running … It sounded simple — make her do … anything. But some things were destructive, and she had only one out…
"All right, let’s make sure we’re on the same sheet of music," Lon grunted. "I run things between us; you do what I say — period. If you give me any shit, I can punish you in whatever way I feel like. Right?"
"Right." Sally nodded.
"You have the option to bail — and that’s about it. On the other hand, if I’m not satisfied with how you’re doing things, I can put you on the street," Lon continued, "right?"
"Right." Sally nodded again.
"As of right now, we have no limits," Lon continued. "You’re allowed to ask for something if you find something that squicks you too much — but if I don’t agree, you’re screwed — you either do as I say or you bail. Right?"
"Right." Sally nodded a third time.
"I don’t know where to go with this beyond that stuff — except to say you’d better be DAMNED sure not to embarrass me in public by not doing as you’re told!" Lon growled. "Did I miss anything?"
"I don’t think so," Sally replied diffidently.
"I do, now I think about it," Lon declared. "This type of operation is probationary — I don’t know if I’m gonna like it or not. If I don’t, we’re gonna shift to something a lot more normal, understood?"