"Okay, okay! Let me undo this…" She reached under and undid her shorts. "Take it easy!"
"Why should I?" Lon grunted. "It’s rape, right? And blackmail? All we did that part for was to get Rick cut loose and ensure that you cooled out — any REASONABLE person would realize that she was going at this shit wrong and that she owed people…"
"I don’t OWE you a fuck?" Jean screeched. "It’s MINE, and I do with it what I want!"
"We already covered that!" Lon rasped. "It’s Toby’s and he does with it what HE wants! But you’re gonna fuck ME now, 'cause I’M blackmailing you! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THOSE SHORTS!!!" He stood, jerking her erect like she was a rag doll, holding her by the upper arm.
Jean knew real fear; this wasn’t the Lon she knew. On the other hand, she’d insulted him, telling him he wasn’t good enough for her — and Toby was! Me and my big mouth! She hauled at her shorts, one-handed, adding her panties to the mix because she knew that was next.
Once she had kicked them away, Lon sat again, dragging her down with him. "Now suck!" he grated, shifting his grip so that he held her neck. "Suck, or you and Toby will make the six o’clock news! You don’t want to play ball? Well, I’m holding your contract, bitch!"
Oh, SHIT! Open threats! God, I’m SUCH an idiot! Jean opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Lon’s erection. I’ll make him cum — then he’ll settle down… ' She started bobbing her head, taking in a few inches worth of Lon’s hard meat. Anger certainly hadn’t hurt his erection…
"Get your ass up on the couch!" Lon roared. Jean circled to her left, sidling up onto the cushions — and Lon’s free hand slid down her back to her ass as he managed to get a fingertip between her labia — not easily done, but she was short, and he had long arms… "We’ll see who’s raping who once you lather up!" Then his grin turned wicked, "Maybe I’ll do your ass…" Her asshole was easier to get at; playing with her asshole with a finger got an instant reaction, too!
Jean tried to swallow Lon’s cock, instinctively hoping to distract him from her ass. The worst of it was that he was right in that despite the situation, she was deep into a sex act and playing with her holes WOULD get her wet … Fear made her eager to please — but not necessarily dry between the legs. Besides, it wasn’t as if she had a choice — look at what he had on her! Rationalization brought cooperation, and the fingers shuttling between her vaginal slit and her anus brought a preparatory wetness.
"You’re getting we-et…" Lon teased. "Up!" He pushed her off him and stood. Jean, caught by surprise, hit the floor, where she blinked up at him owlishly. "Back up on the couch," he grunted.
Jean did as she was told. "Lie on your back and spread 'em!" Lon directed, and Jean figured he was going to move on to fucking — but instead, he dropped to his knees before the couch and thrust his cock into her face. "Suck!" As Jean stuck out her tongue to recapture his glans, his hand descended on her crotch, which was much more accessible in this position, and his fingers started worrying at her clitoral hood. His left hand dragged her head to him so he could get better penetration between her lips. "Now WORK at it!"
Jean did as she was told — but Lon didn’t look all that happy, despite a serious effort on her part. "Jeez, can’t you deep throat?" Lon whined.
"Ngo…" Jean got out around his cock.
"Shit. All this trouble…" Beth had him spoiled already. He shook his head, "If we weren’t past the point of no return already, I’d say fuck it and walk — but we’re fucked up now, so I might as well get me some…" He pressed her head to him, going deep, choking her. "If you’d offered the shit, I could turn it down and walk, but since you had to be a bitch about it…"
Jean’s eyes watered. She’d bruised the Hell out of his ego, and now she was paying for it — in spades! She choked and gurgled, and Lon let up, only to press her into his crotch again after a few moments. "Do it RIGHT!" he grunted. "Beth can swallow that thing whole and lick my balls with her nose in my pubic hair! And you know what? She LIKES it!"
Jean blinked — that was doable? Wow! Lon was pretty good sized — damn, EVERYBODY seemed to be bigger than Hugh had been … She started seriously working to accommodate him, both while she was choking on his length and while he let her recover.
Lon was angry and Lon was hurt — but he wasn’t seriously the rapist type, so he started cutting Jean some slack while fingering her. What he hoped for was to have Jean settle down and decide to fuck and shelve the hard feelings — but he realized the he was probably up the creek as far as THAT went. Still, he could try…
Jean backed off him and gasped, "Okay, Lon — I’m sorry!"
Lon sighed. "Yeah, okay. But it doesn’t fix anything, does it? You’ll never VOLUNTEER to fuck me, now, so if I’m going to get any, it has to be now — and I have to MAKE you do it by holding shit over your head! If you’re REALLY sorry, though, you could think about enjoying the whole thing — or at least pretending to…"
Jean had to think about that — the concept seemed so alien. But Lon’s fingers in her pussy felt pretty good… "Urk!" She backed off again. "Can I tell you what’s good, then?"
"Huh?" Lon blinked. "Well, that wouldn’t hurt…"
"'Kay," Jean gasped. "You’re in a good spot, but you’re crushing it. Run your fingers alongside, not on top. Sometimes, things can get TOO intense…" As Lon shifted his attack mode on her clitoral hood, Jean wondered just what the Hell she was doing…
"Awright," Lon replied. "You should learn, too! You need to jack back the foreskin there and use your tongue on the ridge at the back of the head — and especially at the bottom!"
I knew that, Jean thought — but the presence of his foreskin had distracted her and she wasn’t sure what variables it added to the equation. She jacked it back, "Does that hurt?"
"Naw," Lon replied. "It slides back and forth all the time, even when you’re fucking." He peered at her. "You REALLY never fooled with an uncircumcised dick?"
Conversation was making the whole thing more palatable for Jean; Lon was settling down, for one thing… "No. I guess my education is … pretty limited."
Lon nodded, ruminating. "You should have been at Beth’s yesterday. I learned a LOT of shit!"
Backing off again, Jean asked, "Was it really that wild?"
"Jack me if you’re gonna talk," Lon directed, matter-of-factly. "That’s probably one thing being uncircumcised has on being cut — you sort of have a built-in jack-off wrapper." He grinned. "Yeah, pretty wild. Beth gives serious head — you ought to hang out with her once, you might learn something! She did both Rick and I. Mama made her eat pussy. Rick and I rode her at the same time — I got to fuck her ass!"
Jean, who had returned to the blowjob, backed off and said "Whew! And your mother?"
Lon raised an eyebrow, asking, Do you really want to know? with his expression. "Well, there was the pussy eating, and Toby did her up, too. Mama actually deep-throated him — and I KNOW she doesn’t do THAT to just ANYBODY!" He eyed her, letting it sink in, then restated the obvious, "Toby seems to get what he wants — even from Mama…"
Jean got the hint; maybe it was stupid of her to think she was special … She looked away, but renewed her attack on Lon’s length. After a bit, she backed off and muttered, "Lon, I’m REAL sorry…"
"I think we’re fucked from a relationship standpoint, anyway, don’t you?" Lon looked disgusted with the whole situation — and he was. "Let’s just fuck, all right? We both kinda crossed a line, and we’re not gonna really ever get it back. Let’s fuck and treat it as a learning experience and move on."