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Veronica’s eager lips sought out the tip of Kon’s cock, then his glans, then inch after inch of his shaft. Making Kon’s legs more and more rubbery as she slowly engulfed his length.

Kon was rapidly making peace with Veronica blackmailing him for sex. If she wanted to make use of his prick like this, who was he to say no to her? She was a healthy young eighteen-year-old, exploring her sexuality. He should support her in that!

Veronica really was giving him a hell of a suck. He sank slowly down, almost making a snow angel before he grabbed onto a nearby tree trunk for support. Making sure he did nothing to remove his cock from her wonderfully pressurized mouth. That wouldn’t be very supportive of him! He wanted her to find out exactly how capable she was of swallowing the full length of his erection.

“Okay, shit, you can’t tell anyone about this,” Kon groaned.

Veronica didn’t reply. Not that he expected her to. She was still working her way down all of his erection. And she’d made it real hard to hilt herself on the thing by making him so hard… all that talk of him having to sexually satisfy her or she’d tell people his secret… like most things to do with sex, that had long been a fantasy of Kon’s.

Only he wasn’t fantasizing now.

“It’s not that I’m embarrassed or anything,” Kon declaimed, having a tendency to babble anything instead of going through the repetitious routine of telling Veronica what good head she was giving.

Besides, she didn’t seem like the type to like hearing about what a nice cum dumpster she was.

The rich: always out of touch with the simple pleasures of life.

***

“I’m proud of it,” Kon assured her. “Real proud. It’s just not just my secret to keep…”

Veronica stopped. She slurped her mouth back the way she’d come until she was dragging herself off Kon’s tip and its precum. She unthinkingly licked her lips. The cold winter air bit at the inside of her mouth now that she no longer had the feverish heat of Kon’s erection stuffing her cheeks.

“What do you mean, ‘not just your secret’?” she asked. There was no way Betty could’ve beat her time, no way! Veronica was sure this had to be the first blowjob Kon had ever gotten in Riverdale, and she was giving it!

“Well, you know it’s not just me doing it. There’s the big guy, the girls, that black dude—he came out the same time I did—oh, and the dog, of course.”

“The dog?” Veronica asked.

Kon nodded. “You know, with the cape?”

Veronica could’ve slapped herself in the forehead. Of course, he didn’t literally mean a dog. He had to be talking about sex acts—things from the big city she had never even heard of. She would have to look them up on Urban Dictionary as soon as possible.

She wondered if Kon meant the stuff about… guys. Well, she could accept that. All the girls would be jealous of her for having a bisexual boyfriend. And it meant he couldn’t judge her for any of the dreams she had about Betty…

“I won’t tell anyone,” she promised Kon. “I would never out any guy, not even Kevin!”

***

“Hah! I’ve got this contest all sewed up!” Reggie declared, spotting the downed tree.

The snow was only just beginning to gather on the stump—it had to be the one Kon had picked out to win the contest and it was a beau. He threw his sled down next to it.

“C’mon, help me get this loaded up,” he told Betty.

“Ronnie better keep her promise and save a month’s dates for you,” Betty huffed as she struggled to help him move the massive tree onto the sled. Even for a cheerleader, it was a heck of a workout! “Then Konnie will have to turn all his attention to me for a whole month!” She sighed lovingly. Then: “Hey, where is Kon? And Veronica?”

“Who cares?” Reggie replied. “They’re not going to find a better tree than this one and once they see it’s gone, they’ll probably trot straight home! We win by default!”

“Yes, but why would Kon and Veronica just leave after chopping down a tree?”

“Huh? What do you care?”

“Well, couldn’t they be in trouble maybe?” Betty asked.

“That’s their problem!”

“But Reggie, you’re doing all this to date Veronica! What if she’s hurt?”

“I don’t follow,” Reggie said. “I’ve got the tree, so I win! Got it?”

“But what about—oh, never mind! I’ll find them!”

“Fine, go wherever. But if you need me, I’ll be with the tree!” Reggie insisted, a crooked gleam in his eye, as there usually was.

Betty looked for tracks in the snow and quickly found some, thanks to the fresh fall the night before. Two sets of footprints, one deep, and one had to be Veronica—who else would wear high heels out in the woods?

***

Despite pretending to be every bit the sophisticate that Kon was, Veronica wasn’t quite sure what she should do. This was all new to her, not that she wanted Kon to know that. She’d never managed to seal the deal with Archie, but this was her chance to do it with Kon, before Betty got her hooks into him! And then he’d fuck her!

She was so ready to be fucked. It felt like it’d been ages since she turned eighteen… like she and Archie had rode around in jalopies back then!

Veronica did what came naturally, not that she ever would’ve thought this would come naturally. But then, she hadn’t ever thought about this… not with someone like Kon.

Her tongue worked rapidly on Kon’s shaft. She felt his heartbeat hammering away, clear down here in his manhood. Every time it throbbed, his prick lurched a little, into her tongue.

She took him out of her mouth and licked and kissed and sucked at each and every inch of his length. His cock jumped in response. When it really lunged, leaking precum down to steam in the snow, she knew she’d found a sensitive spot. Like the little vein running along the underside of his maleness. She gave it extra attention after that first bullet of precum emerged from his glanshole. The salty, musky tang hit her tastebuds in waves… even seemed to be fuming up from where drops of his precum landed in the snow. It aroused Veronica more than she could’ve ever imagined—and all she was doing was sucking him. She wondered if it was even possible she’d get this turned on when it was their wedding night and he was going to fuck her. And she didn’t know if she could even wait that long!

Veronica would never again listen to Betty or Cheryl or anyone who talked about how gross it was that boys expected to get sucked off. They didn’t know how nice it was; she did!

Kon’s words bombed hotly into her ears. “Your tongue—hnmm… shit, your tongue’s driving me crazy! I’m not gonna be able to hold it back much longer! Not with your tongue all over my cock!”

Veronica shut her eyes, silently thrilling to how pleased he was with her. Not only was she getting a good taste of his cock, but she was about to get his cum too!

The tip of her nose nuzzled into the scraggly hair low on Kon’s belly. The long, crinkly hairs made her want to sneeze. She breathed deep to calm her stricken nostrils and soon realized this made Kon’s manhood jerk even more.

Her tongue, her lips, the narrowness of her throat, and even her heated breath were getting Kon off! She loved it! It was like he was made for her! No way his cock would be too big when it was made for her too.

After all, she was Veronica Lodge. She wanted, and got, the best of everything. Kon was no exception. He would not be too much for her.

Pulling her mouth back from his prick for a moment, she looked up at him with her chocolate brown eyes. Her voice wasn’t as steady as it should’ve been for a temptress, but it would have to do: “Kon, will you… will you fu—"

Then something awful happened, something Veronica never would have thought Kon would do to anyone, let alone her. His cock swelled up and the tip turned white, or so it seemed to Veronica before she shut her eyes against a rush of momentum. The next moment, whatever it was spattered her face, making her soft skin quiver with its heat. Shaking her head, Lydia opened her eyes and saw several drops of white fluid—like yogurt—trailing off the bottom of Kon’s cockhead—leading to his glanshole! Oh God, the stuff on her face… it had come right out of his dick!