"Uh, yeah…" Lon stood there, frozen, as Beth retracted his foreskin and closed her lips over his glans, whirling her tongue over the sensitive purple knob, cleaning his pre-cum. "Aaaaaahhh!!!"
Beth was in Heaven! It had been YEARS since she’d touched a cock — and Lon had SUCH a beautiful one! It was smooth and hard and smelled good and tasted good, too! Something in the back of her mind screamed that she was out, she was ruined, she’d be blackmailed into God knew what — but she had a cock, and she was going to love it, by God! She worked the tight, spongy tip, gathering saliva, making her mouth a wet pool, then locked eyes with Lon and delivered one of Roy’s favorite fantasies…
Lon was busy watching Beth do whatever she wanted with his cock, marveling at the amazing creature that appeared when it became clear that sex was on the agenda. All women didn’t do this; he KNEW Mama didn’t! Mama liked to drive … Beth had just rolled over and gone total slut on him; he felt like if he told her to bend over the couch arm so he could stick his dick in her ass, she’d just get up and turn around … Then she locked eyes with him while her lips traveled all the way from the head of his dick to the root! GAWD! Lon’s knees started to shake. "Jeezus!"
"Is that all right?" Beth asked, smiling, after she backed off.
"Well, yeah, it’s GREAT, but…"
"But?" Had she done wrong?
"I kinda figured we were gonna fuck…"
"Oh God, I HOPE so!"
The tone of that exclamation left no doubt as to whether Beth wanted it or not — THAT was for sure! But Lon was confused… "What’s going on?"
Beth couldn’t meet his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that out there, just a little bit ago, you were just Toby’s mom, but you had — I dunno — structure, a role — control of things. But when we came in here, suddenly it was 'Give Lon anything he wants… ' I don’t get it — and it’s a little scary!"
Tears rolled, but Beth still couldn’t look up. "You’re seeing something that no one else has in a long time. Oh, the girls know — or they think they do — but guys don’t see it. Maybe that’s a good thing, but it makes me miserable. Lon, I LOVE sex — I love cocks! But I don’t get any — nobody notices fat ol' Beth! I haven’t seen — held — one of these in YEARS, and it’s SO beautiful! I want to have it again and again — but I know that I’ll probably only get once — and you’ll go away thinking the worst of me!"
'She’s crying. This is SO weird… ' Lon shrugged and pulled her against him; apparently rubbing her cheek against his cock wasn’t going to be anything horrible to her… "I expected that we’d come in here and I’d have to tease you and mess with your head and get you hot again and you’d fight and whine, but eventually you’d give up and we’d have sex — and then you’d go on this guilt trip and tell me we couldn’t do it again, and I’d have to break down the barriers again next time…"
Beth sighed. "I’m a terrible trainer for dealing with girls — you’re going to have to get that elsewhere. I’m a … well … a slut; I always was, but Toby’s father liked it and he reinforced it when we were together. There is nothing decent about me — I want it. I ALWAYS want it! Now you know — pinch my ass, and I’ll roll over and spread my legs! In some ways, I’m sure it’s a dream come true — but you’ll probably think less of me for it, and God knows I’m totally exposed, now that you know…"
"Totally exposed?" Lon was having trouble integrating this into his planned scenario. He was incredibly self-centered; seeing things from someone else’s perspective was a stretch. Beth’s little recitation was well outside his experience; he was looking at bits and pieces of the puzzle and trying to see where they fit…
"Well, having a total slut at your beck and call — even if she IS a fat pig — is likely to lead to excesses…" Beth eyed him sidelong from below. "I’d be easy to blackmail…"
"Oh." Lon shook his head. Beth was sure messed up — the fat pig thing, the awful expectations — Hell, Toby was one of his best friends! He couldn’t just hang a free pussy sign over her! The flip side, of course, was that he was in possession of an easily gotten supply of wet pussy — which he hadn’t sampled yet. Wasn’t that right? "So, I’m in charge?"
"Yes."
"We’re gonna fuck?"
"Oh, God, yes!"
"Let’s do it, then!"
"Okay…" Beth got up and headed for the couch — but something was up.
"What’s wrong?" Lon asked.
"I’d hoped to … suck you first…" Beth’s head was down again.
"Think that’s a good idea?" Lon wondered aloud. If she drained his dick, then how would he fuck?
"Ummm, well, it might be. If we just go at it, you might cum real fast…" Beth said carefully.
"Yeah, I get that…" Lon replied. "I’m kinda worried about getting it up again for a second pass…"
"Umm, I don’t think it will be a problem," Beth replied diffidently. "Maybe for an older guy, but not for you. If you find me arousing, that is…"
There it was again — that assumption that she was a pig … Lon stepped forward, collected and cradled a heavy breast in his hand. "I’m thinking you’re right — it shouldn’t be a problem. Remember, I’m new at this shit — you need to offer advice, even if I decide not to take it. That way, we both get the most out of things…" He pondered for a moment. "What’s the best position for you to blow me in?"
"Why don’t you, ummm, sit on the couch, and I’ll crawl between your legs?" Beth suggested, still the soul of subservience.
"Yeah." Lon walked over and sat, and Beth crawled between his legs took his joint in her hand, and began gently jacking it. Looking up, she said, "Lon? Feel free to … direct me. Tell me what you want — move me — whatever. I know that right now you think I’m giving you some kind of gift, but this is as important to me as it is to you. Do … whatever — I don’t mind…"
Then her lips enveloped his cock and Lon was lost in sensations like he’d never been before…
The thing was such a joy to hold to touch, to taste! Beth was transported — but she paid attention to her work, knowing that this whole thing wasn’t just for her. After a few short bobs to get things started, she deliberately went deep, gagging herself to get the spit machine flowing. Beth was a consummate cocksucker; Roy had insisted upon nothing less! She knew that a soft, wet grip from her mouth and lips, no teeth, and liquid movement from a tongue while working a cock deep and backing off to the tip on every stroke was the proper way to simulate a vagina — and that throat was an extra, while teeth were a no-no! Roy had insisted that she master deep throat — and he had abused her while she was at it, regularly, both because he was an evil bastard and because she was a slut and she would by God perform like one! Beth had been fucked over by an expert — and knowing it didn’t change her outlook on the experience. Roy had been a sonofabitch — fact. And she was a slut — fact. Actually, it had worked, for quite a while, where other combinations would have been less than satisfactory for both of them…
Beth was out of practice, but it was like riding a bicycle; a few dips and Lon’s cock — which had a bit of length on Roy’s, along with it’s other fine attributes — was sliding into her open throat regularly. She bathed Lon’s beautiful cock in hot, liquid suction — and Lon loved it!