Chapter 8

Downstairs, Lon and Beth were just getting into the swing of things. Lon discovered that getting a second hard-on wasn't difficult when a woman kneels at your feet and proceeds to suck in your entire cock while gazing up at you with adoring eyes. Beth had him up and running in no time, and might have gone on to suck him dry again if he hadn't tugged on her hair. "C'mon, let's fuck."

Fuck. Fuck was a good word, as far as Beth was concerned. It wasn't a delicate euphemism like intercourse, or a vague generality like 'having sex' -- like you were ordering it from a restaurant menu. It wasn't 'making love' -- Lon might like her, but he certainly didn't love her. No, it meant that Lon was going to stick his dick in her and go to town -- and that was JUST FINE! "How do you want me?"

"Uuhh ... I dunno -- any suggestions?" Lon asked.

"Well, we could do missionary on the floor ... Or you could just bend me over the couch arm..."

"Nothing on the couch?"

"It'd probably be crowded, big as I am," Beth replied. "We could toss cushions on the floor..." While they discussed things, her hand continued to move on his wet meat, sliding his foreskin back and forth, keeping him stimulated almost automatically.

"Let's do that then."

Beth struggled up off her knees, then gave Lon a hand up. Lon snagged a cushion and tossed it off to his left, clearing the coffee table; Beth collected the other one and carried it beyond, dropping it and kicking them both into alignment. Lon held out his hands and Beth took them, using them to balance while she dropped to the cushions and arranged herself, legs splayed. "How's this?"

"Looks good..." Lon settled his knees on the cushion. "What about you? Don't you need a warm-up?"

"If you're in a hurry, you don't have to," Beth replied diffidently, "but if you want to look around or whatever..."

Lon DID want to look around ... Beth had quite a furry pelt, in basically the same shade as the hair on her head -- maybe a bit greyer. In the hollows of her thighs, the skin was darker, but looked to be more supple. Her pussy lips -- the inner, thin ones -- the outer ones didn't really seem to resemble 'lips' as much as just padding -- were open, displaying a pink channel. Below that was her asshole, which looked somehow indefinably 'used'. "Ummm, have you ever, uh, had your ass done?"

'Here we go ... On to abuse already.' "Yes, many times. Is that what you want?" It wouldn't be fun; it had been quite some time and she was neither aroused enough or physically prepared for anal sex -- not to mention lubrication...

"Uh, no, just asking. It just sorta looked like you had..." Lon started running a finger along Beth's pink channel, collecting drippings.

"Uhhhh," Beth grunted. "My ex liked it -- anything to keep me in my place..."

"So you don't like it?" Lon asked while probing her opening.

"It can be good, if it's done right, and you're prepared. If not, it just hurts..." Beth replied. "That doesn't, though..." she added gasping as his finger penetrated her.

"I bet not," Lon grinned, moving and wriggling the finger. "Clit's up under here, right?" His other index finger descended on her clitoral hood.

"Uh huh," Beth got out through suddenly constricted lungs.

"Okay, I'm gonna play a bit -- let me know when you're ready." Lon kept fingering her hole while he did other things -- traced her lips, tried to expose her clit fully, pinched it gently -- Beth got noticeably wetter. "Am I doing anything right?"

"You've -- uuuhhh -- gotten me excited before," Beth replied. "You -- ahhh -- seem to know what you're doing..."

"I guess a lot," Lon replied. "Might be a good thing for me to get more familiar..."

"Well, there are -- ooohhh -- differences; some girls can't take having their clit worked on directly, so you kind of work along the hood..."

"Like this?" Lon ran a finger up either side. "I can feel it humping up..."

"Yeah," Beth gasped, "That's real nice ... Other girls can take having you just go at it from undernea-- AAAAHHH!!"

"Like that?" Lon asked, grinning.

"Uh huh!" Beth was really agitated -- and for good reason! Lon had her well up the scale, and anticipation just added to it. "Oh oh oh! Now? Please?" She couldn't keep her ass still on the pillow; her twat was up chasing fingers.

"Sure." Lon knelt up, knees on the cushion, and started probing. He'd just had a finger in there ... Down low...

Beth froze. "There! Push it in! Oh, God!" Lon's blunt cock passed the gates of her womanhood, bringing instant pleasure to both of them.

"Shit! Man!" Wow! Pussy was fucking incredible! He got about three inches in and the lips turned under and things got difficult.

"Back out some!" Beth gasped. "It'll lubricate..."

"Oh, right..." Lon backed an inch or so. Backing out was almost better than driving in; the ridge around his cock head dragged along the walls of Beth's pussy. He headed back in, penetrating another inch or so before it was time to back out again. Damn, this was good shit! By the fourth stroke, he was balls deep and moving relatively freely. "Okay," he grunted, "How's that?"

"It's Heaven!" Beth gasped, locking eyes with him. "Fuck me, Lon! Fuck me hard!"

Lon got started, but his position wasn't the best; it was like doing push-ups, and after a couple of minutes, his arms were giving him trouble. "Damn..." he gasped, "Getting ... hard ... to..."

"Oh!" Beth lifted her knees. "Lean up and brace on my knees!"

Lon did so. Being more upright was a big improvement -- and it opened Beth up for a deeper stroke. "Yah! Better!"

"Oh yes! Oh, Baby! Pound meeeee!!!!" Beth wailed. It didn't matter if Jean heard her -- it didn't matter if Candace heard her -- Hell, it didn't matter if the neighbors heard her! She had a cum coming! "Oh! Oh! OHH!" She stiffened momentarily, eyes glassy, then relaxed, "Oh, SHIT, that was good!" Her hips went slack for just a moment, then started to move again, "Oh, Baby, ride me home!"

'She must've got a nut, ' Lon though, distractedly. 'Bet she gets a lot of 'em... ' He was in the zone, pounding, now -- all systems were go! How long he would last was anybody's guess, but it beat anything that had gone before...

A minute later Beth was clutching and surging, grunting "Oh! Oh! Oh!" followed by another quick collapse. "Oh, Baby, that's SOOO good!" Her big titties were rolling and shivering on her chest to the impacts as Lon kept it coming, hunting for his nut -- which he KNEW was going to be spectacular!

"Play with your nipples," he grunted.

Beth had both hands free; Lon was pinning her knees back. She started mauling her nipples, "Ooooohhhh!! Uuuummmm!!" In no time her eyes were glassy again, and she was bucking up to meet him, harder than before! "Oh, God! I'm in Heaven!"

Beth wasn't the huge orgasm type -- but she was capable of pop after pop -- not the grand mal type that wasted you and made more than two or three unattainable through sheer lack of energy, but smaller, flashing discharges that allowed for quick recovery and repetition. As a result, it was easy for her to become more or less addicted to sex -- she could chase orgasms all afternoon -- and she hadn't had a fix in a LOOONG time!

Lon made an excellent partner -- he was young and athletic, with a nice long, hard cock and the endurance to make like a perpetual motion machine!

Beth came five times before Lon started feeling the onset of his orgasm. "I'm gonna shoot..."

Beth just beamed beneath him. "Cum for me, Baby! Fill me up! Cum! Cum! Cum!!"

"Grab your knees!" Lon grunted. Beth did so, and Lon reached down and took one of Beth's heavy breasts in each hand and used THEM as an anchor while he went wild, hammering her crotch as the pressure in his balls built and built...

The grip hurt her tits, but Beth had done pain before; his excitement increased her excitement and the knowledge that she was going to take his seed rushed her along to the point that when Lon threw his head back and yelled, "YAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" crushing himself to her crotch as his cock exploded, she was right there, riding the wave with him, her cunt pulsing and sucking his spend as he poured it into her.

Lon came back to himself fairly quickly and rocked up to a vertical position, still buried in Beth's now-juicy box. Beth confused him almost immediately by starting to sniffle. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You have no idea -- it's been so long..." Crying she might be, but she was rubbing and stroking every inch of him in reach...

"Well, it wasn't exactly a chore..." Lon replied. "Hell, I had a real good time..."

Beth smiled sadly. "I have little to offer, being twice your age and fat, but..."

Lon wasn't paying much attention. He was wriggling a bit; it seemed like he was still hard ... He backed off and socketed himself -- yep, still hard. "Raise you knees." Beth's eyes got big. Hurriedly, she followed instructions. Lon leaned in and gave a couple of tentative strokes; it was a little gooey in there, but it felt good... "You sore or anything?" Beth shook her head, wide-eyed. "Let's go again..." Lon put it in gear.

"Omigod! Are you sure?" Beth gasped.

"Hey, well, no promises, but we can go a while and see if I cum or get tired, first..."

"Oh, you're WONDERFUL!"

Outside, Candace had Rick's erection fully fluffed. "Aw Jeezus, that's good!" Rick moaned as Candace worked his knob with her lips and tongue, corkscrewing her mouth onto him.

"Mmmm hmmm!" Candace agreed. She removed her mouth from his erection with a pop, "Ready to go again?"

"Uh huh!" Rick nodded.

"Damned chairs aren't our best choice," Candace observed. "What's the plan for inside?"

"My room?" Rick offered.

"Ummm, maybe not -- too close to your mother's, I think," Candace replied. "Downstairs?"

"The den is probably taken..." Rick guessed.

"We're stuck, then," Candace sighed. "How about if I ride on top?"

"Okay..." Rick was dubious, but game...

"Help me flatten this thing out." Fortunately, the lounger was the heavy plastic type; they had it flattened out in no time.

"There are cushions in the box over there," Rick offered.

"Great! That'll make life easier on BOTH of us!" Rick led Candace to the storage container cum bench against the outside wall of the house. "Let's take two," she suggested.

"Cool." Rick snatched two cushions out of the box and flipped one onto the chair. "You think two is gonna fly?"

"Maybe not," Candace agreed, eyeing the problem. More than one cushion would probably just de-stabilize things. "But it'll come in handy if we decide to shift to the deck."

"Yeah," Rick agreed as Candace waved for him to lay back on the lounger.

"Works for this too," Candace winked as she settled on her knees on the other cushion and bent to freshen Rick's hard-on with her hands and lips. Rick hissed a breath as the heavenly sensations returned.

Getting things going again took little time; Rick hadn't really lost his erection. In a moment, Candace decided that he was ready and crawled onto the lounger straddling him. "It's a good thing we're both thin," she commented, "or I'd be off the cushion..." Reaching down with the ease of regular practice, she grasped Rick's cock and rubbed it against her twat, opening it up. Then she oriented him on her opening and began to settle onto his length -- which turned out to be not quite as smooth an operation as expected! "Ouch!"

Rick may have been lubed and stiff, but Candace had come down from full preparation, too -- and hadn't planned for it! "I'm a little dry," she announced ruefully. Apparently, the flood that poured out of her when she stood up after Rick's first effort had dried...

"Okay ... Can I help?" Rick asked -- but the expression on his face said, 'please don't ask me to lick where I've cum... '

Candace got it. "Well, you could diddle me a little bit, Hon. A finger will fit..."

"Sure!" Rick reached out to Candace's shaved mons. Her clitoral hood wasn't exactly hard to find; he laid his thumb on it while he felt for her opening with his index finger. "How's that?" he asked as he ran his finger around her vaginal mouth.

Candace threw her head back, hissing in a breath. "Yeah, that's it. Work the thumb a bit and I'll be drippy in no time!" Rick grinned and proceeded to follow instructions; Candace scooted forward just a bit and pulled Rick's hard-on to the crack of her ass, rubbing the underside to maintain its readiness. In no time, Candace could feel a rush of wetness and Rick's finger was making sloppy liquid noises in her cunt. "You're getting good at that," she grinned, winking. "Let's try again..." She leaned forward, backed up a couple of inches, and made a second attempt at impalement.

The second effort went without issue; a couple of short pumps to distribute her lubrication and Candace's ass settled onto Rick's crotch. "Okay, Hon -- here we go!" Candace announced and started raising and lowering herself on Rick's pole. Candace liked riding cowgirl -- but she knew that a lot of guys hated it because the woman tended to start sliding back and forth instead of up and down, dragging their clits against the man's pubic mound and basically rubbing the skin off him while providing very little in the way of stimulation and sometimes serious discomfort from a bent cock. Candace knew better; she'd long since mastered a motion that got her everything she needed while avoiding making her partner miserable. In no time both of them were gasping in pleasure; Candace reminded Rick that he had the use of his hands by gasping, "Play with my tits!"

Rick was happy to oblige; he'd been watching them bounce to her motion, fascinated. It turned out not to be the easiest thing; she was moving quite a bit. Rick contented himself with grasping her nipples and hanging on while her movements provided their own stimulus. "Uuuhh, yeah, that's good!" Candace cooed. She could adjust that, too, just by moving differently; all Rick had to do was adjust the tightness of his grip to ensure he didn't lose it. Of course, he added the occasional twist ... Watching her was amazing; Candace rode him with her head up, nostrils flared as she gasped deep breaths, moaning little comments like, "Oh, Honey, that's SOOO good..."

About three minutes in, Candace's face and chest developed a distinct flush and she got this incredibly intense expression; Rick remembered Lon's comment, earlier that afternoon -- surely this was what he'd been talking about. "Oh, God, I'm gonna get one!" Candace wailed, and went absolutely spastic! Rick let go of her nipples and grabbed her hips as she started gyrating wildly and almost unseated herself, wailing, "UUUUUUUUHHHHHNNG!"

Candace flopped forward to brace herself on stiff arms against Rick's shoulders -- but this didn't help Rick keep things going! Not interested in losing his own opportunity at a cum, Rick started driving up into Candace from below -- and surprisingly, it worked! He managed to push things for twenty seconds or so while Candace got her wind back, at which point she resumed posting on his cock.

But that wasn't good enough, any more; Rick continued to add to things from below -- it seemed to improve things for him. Candace adjusted to this quite readily, as she got more and spent less in the way of energy -- and it seemed to multiply things...

In no time, Candace was pinking up again -- but this time, Rick was getting HIS, too! "I'm getting close!" he grunted, feeling the charge building in his cock.