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!"