"Oh." Rick shook his head. "Sounds like we’re on, then…" Lon nodded.
Chapter 12
Posted: February 11, 2009 - 01:37:25 pm
Work sucked — especially since Jean couldn’t seem to escape thinking about the adventure of the previous day. She KNEW what was RIGHT — but that didn’t make it EASY! Toby had opened her little box — the one she had kept sex in since Hugh’s death — and now it was out there, the need to have something long and thick in her vagina, pushing and pulling at her inner lining and tweaking her clitoris. Fingers weren’t enough — and toys were too cold and impersonal. She wanted a penis — regularly. Knowing that she could actually get one made things worse, instead of better — because available or not, she shouldn’t be touching either of the penises most easily acquired!
For the thirteenth time, Jean fished the morning after pill Beth had given her out of her purse. Did she need it? Probably not. Did she want to take it? No. Why? Oddly, THAT question was the one she couldn’t answer — all she knew was that she had this gut feeling that she shouldn’t. It wasn’t a religious quibble, or anything moral — she was pro-choice — but every time she got ready to take that pill, something stopped her. It wasn’t logical — after all, there WAS an outside chance that Toby had impregnated her. God knew that he had cum in her with his glans pressed right up against her cervix — a situation likely to flood her uterus with semen like spitting them through a soda straw — but the chances were — what — one in almost three hundred? On the other hand, though, why not be safe? Jean didn’t know why, but she just couldn’t bring herself to use that pill…
She vowed to talk to Candace about going out with her again — that way, she could meet a man, maybe … Beth could go along, too — that would help her out. Problem was, Candace hadn’t shown any inclination to see sense that morning. Beth was smarter about it, Jean hoped, but there were no guarantees. God knew that if Candace wouldn’t stop seeing the boys, Beth would probably waver; their assumption that the whole thing could be kept under wraps was just wishful thinking. Nothing would have pleased Jean more than for her to be able to take Toby — and maybe Lon — into her bed on a regular basis — but that way led to disaster! She vowed to stop by Beth’s on Saturday and buck her up before Candace led her down the garden path — it was just about the only thing she could do, under the circumstances — that and have another heart-to-heart talk with Rick…
Of course, none of these fine sentiments helped the itch between Jean’s legs one bit…
Meanwhile, Beth’s situation was already putting her beyond Jean’s control. She had finished voiding her second enema and squirted just a dab of lubricant into her anal passage to smooth the way for whichever one of the boys might use it — not enough to make it frictionless, just enough to ease penetration. Looking in the mirror, she brushed her hair, then her teeth, making a wry face in the mirror at her foolishness. This was dumb — she should send the boys back out the door — but she couldn’t. The urge was too strong; besides, Lon had already had her, and he knew too much, she added in self-justification. The mere fact that he had dragged Rick along told her that he was not going to be put off easily — why fight it? Beth took one more look in the mirror, fluffed her hair, and addressed her image, "You ugly old hag — you don’t deserve the blessing you’re about to receive. Get your big fat ass out there and give those boys what they came for!" Nude, she threw her shoulders back, opened the bathroom door, and went in search of her guests.
Lon was sitting on the kitchen table, talking to Rick. Beth frowned; that was kind of tacky, but then Lon always came off as casual. "Lon, Dear, I don’t think I’d trust that table to sit on like that…"
"No?" Lon looked up, collected Beth’s ongoing nudity, and smiled. "If you say so." He stood. "How are you?"
"I am … fine…" Beth replied.
"Did everything come out all right?" Lon wiggled his eyebrows at his wit.
"Yes." Beth blushed.
"Come here, then," Lon directed, then stopped himself, suddenly realizing that he had been about to ask her what she wanted to do — and that wasn’t the purpose of the exercise! "Bring me those tits…" he substituted. Beth came forward, diffident, but put herself in reach and did nothing when he reached out to cradle her heavy breasts in his hands. "Come here, Dude," he said over his shoulder to Rick. "Check these out…"
Rick got up and circled the table on the right; Lon surrendered Beth’s left breast to him. "Nice," Rick observed. "They’re different from your mother’s."
"Yeah," Lon agreed, "Mama’s are more like cones; these are rounder — and they’re a LOT bigger than Jean’s! What about the feel?"
Rick was watching Beth as she stood there, stoic, while two young men fondled her breasts, "About the same, I think. Heavier, certainly." He addressed Beth, "How does this feel?"
"Nice," she replied. "Not super exciting, but nice."
"What would make it better?" Rick asked.
"Uhm, if you played with my nipples?" Instantly both of her fat brown nipples had fingers attached, mauling them, teasing them into stiffness. "Yeah…" Beth’s knees felt weak.
"I don’t really get why you’re just standing there, letting us do this," Rick murmured. Beth continued to stand there, hands at her sides — although they were opening and closing in a way that indicated that she perhaps wished she was using them.
Beth shrugged. "Lon already knows I’m there for him, whenever…" she husked. "Playing coy would be silly…"
"Maybe, but you’re just taking it," Rick observed.
"Bad habits," Beth grunted. The nipple twisting had her positively leaky. "I’m … used to … accepting whatever attention … I can get…"
Lon flicked a significant glance at Rick. "Show and Tell is good, but I bet Rick would like some of that premium lip service on his prick…"
"Premium? I’m just an old fat woman…" But Beth sank to her knees before Rick and began undoing the tie to his swim trunks. Lon waved the hand that wasn’t still holding a heavy breast and shrugged as if to say, See?
Rick nodded, distracted; it took no time at all to shuck him out of his swim trunks, and a hot, wet mouth was already surrounding his cock. "Seems premium to me," he croaked, "Ahhhh!" Beth just smiled around his shaft.
"You need to split your attention," Lon directed. Beth looked up at him and moved her hands to the fly of his jeans while continuing to suckle and tongue Rick’s glans. She couldn’t bob her head, but she didn’t let that stop her … In a moment, she had Lon’s jeans to his knees; she couldn’t get them off without disengaging from Rick’s cock, and she was reluctant to do that — it was sweet…
Lon took the initiative at that point, finishing the removal of his jeans. Beth turned her attention to Lon’s uncut length as soon as it was available, shifting to jacking Rick while her mouth gave Lon’s glans good reason to extend itself from beneath his foreskin. Lon’s cock was noticeably bigger than Rick’s — which in Beth’s experience was average — something her ex-husband Roy had missed by probably three-quarters of an inch. Maybe that was why Roy had been the way he was…
Rick ramped up Beth’s embarrassment, "You know, I really expected you to, like, tell us this is all wrong…"
Beth removed her mouth from Lon’s cock, substituting a moving hand while she answered. "I … can’t," she admitted, looking up at Rick, her face pink with shame. "I just can’t pass up the opportunity — I’m not strong enough. It IS wrong, I guess, but I’m not your mother — I have gone without for too long and I miss it too badly to be able to say no…" Events would take care of themselves, Beth figured — something would happen to end it without her having to do anything. In the meantime, she would reap whatever joy she could from the situation before things crashed … She had nothing else to say, so she resumed sucking — Rick, again, this time.