"Yes, Sweetheart," Sally replied.
"Sweetheart," Lon mused, eyeing her. "I like that a lot, so we’ll continue to do it in public. In private, too, unless something else seems to be a better idea. Master, or something…" He grinned.
"Yes … Master," Sally grinned back.
Lon’s grin broadened. "Gives me chills, but for now we’ll stick with Sweetheart. What do I call you?" His eyes glinted. "Slut?"
Sally had a half-second to see that one coming. "If you wish, Sweetheart."
Lon wrinkled his nose. "Makes a poor mix with Sweetheart. I’ll stick to Babe, for now — in public, at least. But Beth says humiliation is a test…"
Sally merely nodded.
"Okay, let’s go see what everyone else is up to." Lon waved her before him.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Teela had gotten her breath — and had questions. "What’s all the uproar? It’s a simple question — but everybody’s running back and forth…"
"Simple, huh?" Beth retorted. "Are YOU gonna suck Terence’s cock? Are you gonna fuck him?"
Teela flashed a glance at Rick, "I dunno…"
"The shoe is on the other foot now, isn’t it?" Beth chuckled. "I’m surprised you didn’t pay more attention to our earlier talk! For both of you, it’s VERY early in your relationships — you don’t REALLY have a handle on each other’s wants and needs. So even if you’re interested, you have to think about what Rick will think about you if you do it. And if you drop it in Rick’s lap, HE has to wonder what YOU will think of HIM if he says yes. Some couples never let their hair down — the question surfaces again and again, only to be swept under the rug every time because nobody has the guts to open up…" Beth sighed. "I … saw something in the way Sally was handling things — something I recognized. So I hauled her off to make sure I was right. And then, because the whole thing wasn’t exactly obvious, I dragged Lon off to make sure he understood. I didn’t make their decision for them, I merely paved the way for them to understand one another…"
At that point, Lon and Sally re-entered the room. Lon settled the controversy by directing, "Get it, Babe. Do a good job — I’m gonna be watching." Teela’s eyes popped — and she wasn’t the only one — but Sally looked unperturbed as she settled to her knees in front of Terence, took his length in her hand, and started jacking, smiling up at him. Terence looked down at her, surprised; he’d expected Beth to end up doing him, and wasn’t really upset about it. He glanced at Lon, who shrugged. "She needs the practice," he amplified.
About that time, Sally’s mouth engulfed Terence and he shifted his attention back to the activity at hand, groaning in pleasure.
"I’ll be damned!" Teela whispered. "I’d have never thought…"
"Me, either," Rick agreed. "Lon…" But Lon was standing there, watching critically while his new girlfriend sucked the big black football player as if it was just a sport or something, not sharing his girlfriend’s charms…
"What would you have said?" Teela whispered.
"Beth was right," Rick grunted. "It would have been fucked up. Not knowing what you wanted…"
"All things being equal…" Teela eyed him. Rick’s face closed; he wasn’t going to give anything away. It was time to give some ground… "Poppa might be right — it looks exciting…"
Rick looked pensive. "I’d have still been on the fence, Squirt. It’s real early to be sharing, especially with guys with monster dicks…"
"You’re worried about that?" Teela’s eyes smiled.
"Yeah."
"They can’t handle me. It’s not just dick size, you know. Besides, maybe I can’t handle THEM!" Teela grinned.
Beth, having overheard the exchange, murmured, "Can I stick a word in, here?"
Teela glanced up cautiously, "Okay."
"Rick, Sweetie, you’re a tad above the average — there’s no need for you to feel inadequate. You’re a good inch and a half bigger than my ex was…" Rick grimaced, but came out of it looking more positive, and Beth turned to Teela, "As for you — you’ll stretch — at least that far. Remember what comes out of there…" She grinned. "Although depth IS more of a problem than girth…"
"Okay, okay!" Teela waved her off. "Point is nobody but you is likely to be able to handle my OTHER quirks!" she reminded Rick. "We would be classic for it’s just sex with anyone else…"
"Yeah, well, I’m going with my instincts, here…" Rick replied.
"You do that!" Teela teased. "Being jealously guarded by a man is something I’m not used to, yet — so far, it’s a compliment!" She leaned up to kiss him.
Meanwhile, Sally was giving someone who was not her boyfriend a blowjob. Terence and Lon were about the same size, so she figured it was good practice — and it was exciting from the standpoint of why she was doing it. Lon made sure he was inside her field of vision, watching, poker-faced as she sucked in Terence’s length. The first attempt to get it into her throat failed; Lon actually stepped up and pushed down on the top of her head, muttering, "You’re up too high…"; on the second pass, she managed to bury her nose in Terence’s springy pubic curls. "Yeah," Terence hissed, groaning, "That’s good…"
Lon was somewhat ambivalent about the whole thing, but he couldn’t ignore the power trip. Rick wasn’t going to get this from Teela, he figured. Besides, he wanted a slut — and it looked like he was going to get one! Better, she acted slutty because he TOLD her to, not because she was one, basically. The situation seemed to be controllable from a group viewpoint, too — he could grant access to her or not, as he pleased, and no one was going to get too unhappy about it. He leaned in and asked, "How is it going?"
Sally looked up at Lon, trying to evaluate the comment. What was he looking for? Disgust? Unhappiness. Pleasure? Duty. Yeah — that worked. She was doing as she was bid, to the best of her ability. She raised her hand and made an OK sign.
Lon nodded, then looked up at Terence. "Is she hitting her mark? I don’t want her goofing off…"
Terence looked a little bewildered. Man, he must have this bitch locked down TIGHT! he thought. I’ve gotta find one like THIS! "She’s doin' okay," he muttered. Actually, she was doing better than just okay; besides, prolonged exposure to various kinds of stimulation had Terence running hot, anyway…
Lon upped the ante, anyway, leaning in and directing, "Play with his balls. Gently." Something in Sally’s eyes when she absorbed this told him he was on the right track. He squatted next to her and watched as she followed instructions, cupping and fondling Terence’s loosely swinging scrotum. Terence grunted and gasped, obviously enjoying it.
Lon let this go on for a bit, then squatted next to his — what? — girlfriend? Or was she something more — and less? Reaching out, he cupped her right breast; Sally raised her arm to grant him unimpeded access. He felt like he needed to say something; the day before, he’d have couched it differently, but he had a feeling that somewhat rougher terms would be more effective … Leaning in, he whispered, "I can’t wait to fuck you," into her ear, quietly, so that only she could make it out.
Sally moaned around Terence’s cock; a wash of dampness welled up inside her vagina. Lon was right; he could have said something about making love, but that would have been seduction, a circumstance wherein she granted him control. No, he owned her, and he was going to take possession of her — fuck her, shred her cherry and pound her soaking wet pussy … His choice of words was perfect, from Sally’s standpoint; the implications made her hotter than a pistol!