Lon released her nipple to grin, "Turning up the heat a bit."
"Sweetie, I thought we were going to wait…" She could NOT get a hand into play — he was below her reach, and all kinds of things were in the way!
"Sure," he agreed, "but a little masturbation won’t hurt you, will it? Hmmm?" That last was conducted with her nipple again in his mouth.
"I … Well … OH!" Sally’s eyes popped as Lon’s fingers defeated the leg band and started sliding up and down along the edges of her nether lips, tickling the hairs there — and driving her wild with arousal! "Oh, God!" She froze, eyes as big as saucers, while his fingers traveled up and down along her slit, nudging her clitoris at the top and her perineum at the bottom. She inhaled a gasping breath and whined, "Please?"
Lon smiled. "Please what, Babe? Please stop? Please don’t stop?" He could see that she was fighting with herself; if he had sex with her now, she would feel betrayed later — but for now, she was too powerfully aroused to put up much of a struggle. "I promised to wait until we see Beth for regular sex — but there are other things. You need a cum — and I want to give you one. You just relax and let ol' Doc Carpenter get you off…"
Sally opened her mouth, but nothing came out — possibly because Lon’s fingers had found a clit that seemed to be sized to match the rest of her. She sucked in a huge breath and just held it, eyes wide and shocky, while Lon sent electric tingles everywhere from the nub he was rubbing in her crotch.
She spread her legs. She couldn’t help it; having fingers working her clit wasn’t a new thing, by any means — but always before, they’d been HER fingers! Having someone ELSE’s fingers rubbing her pinky-tip-sized nub was new, different, and WILDLY exciting! She couldn’t say anything, just gasp and pant while her arousal soared…
Lon worked her nub with his fingers for a bit, but that wasn’t really what he wanted. "Okay," he announced, "time to pull the bottoms off…" He leaned across her to grasp the sides of Sally’s bikini bottoms.
"B-but…" Sally managed to gasp.
"You’re gonna have to learn to trust me, Babe," Lon admonished. "I promised — notice how my trunks are still on? Raise your ass! Now!"
Sally did as she was told, reacting to his tone more than anything else. Lon pulled the scrap of cloth off her ass and threaded it over her knees, then lifted her feet by lifting the bottoms at her ankles and letting Sally carry the ball. Once he’d flipped them away, he spread her knees wide…
"Hey!" Sally croaked. She felt suddenly as exposed as if she were displayed naked in a store window…
But Lon’s head darted forward, his lips wrapped around her exposed, erected clitoris, and his tongue started rubbing … and Sally EXPLODED! "OooooOOOOOOHHHH, GAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as Lon’s lips brought her instantly to her peak! Both of her hands flew to his head while she went rigid, straining, her legs shaking and jumping while a climax the likes of which she had never experienced tore through her!
Upstairs, the scream galvanized Candace and Damian for a moment before Damian settled back and chuckled, "Looks like Lon’s doin' all right."
"Mmmm hmmm," Candace replied, having resumed her efforts at suction already. She caught herself, embarrassed at the alacrity with which she had resumed after being surprised by the noise, thinking, 'Dammit, you’d think I was scared of the bastard… ' But she’d done it…
Damian reacted to the humming favorably. "Hey, that’s nice! You can add that into what you’re doing…" He was quiet a moment while he pumped a finger in and out of Candace’s vagina while rubbing her clit with his other thumb. "But, you know," he added, "when I look down here between your tits at what you’re doing, I’m not seeing my whole dick disappear every once in a while…"
Candace’s head came up, "You bast…"
SMACK! Damian popped Candace on the ass.
"Ulp!" Candace tried to swallow Damian’s cock! It was more or less involuntary — she just reacted instantly to the physical abuse; by the time she started wondering what she was doing, she had him in her throat!
"That’s better!" Damian approved. "See? You can do it, properly motivated…" Infuriated, Candace lifted her head again — but Damian warned, "Say something stupid…" and took her extended clitty between two fingers.
Candace stopped dead, then slowly lowered her mouth back onto Damian’s erection. "You know, you really don’t want to fuck with somebody who knows you have limits," Damian said conversationally. "Now swallow … I don’t want to be able to see anything but your lower lip…" Candace, humiliated, did as she was told. "Okay, let’s get back to enjoying ourselves — that sound good to you?"
"Mmmm hmmmm," Candace gurgled.
"Good. Lemme show you what good girls get…" Damian pulled Candace’s ass down a bit and sucked in her clitty, drubbing it with his tongue.
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Candace moaned.
"Good! Work that throat, Baby, and you’ll get off, big! Piss me off and I’ve still got this…" Damian threatened Candace’s sphincter with a finger.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Candace waved an arm in surrender.
"Good girl!" Damian went back to cunt-lapping.
"Ogodogodogodogod…" Sally moaned, releasing her clutch on Lon’s head at her pulsing crotch. "Where did you learn to do THAT?"
"That’s the kind of question that’s been giving us trouble all afternoon," Lon said guardedly, wiping his face on the back of his forearm. Sally’s crotch was soaked — she’d just missed squirting, apparently; she was thoroughly wet — and it wasn’t Lon’s spit…
Sally cringed. "I’ll be good."
"A woman named Jean — who just happens to be Rick’s mama," Lon answered the question, chuckling.
"Omigod! You — he — she… !" Sally gasped.
"Yeah, I guess," Lon nodded. "I’ve done Jean, and Rick’s done Mama, if that’s what you’re asking."
"It’s pretty amazing," Sally murmured. "You just don’t hear about that kind of thing."
"For good reason!" Lon retorted, climbing up on the couch to sit with Sally’s legs across his lap. "You remember that schoolteacher that went to jail for having sex with the fifteen-year-old? And they had kids! You just don’t alert the media…"
"No, I guess not," Sally agreed. "So you trust me a lot then, huh?"
"I hope to be able to trust you a lot more…" Lon started idly playing with Sally’s pubic hair.
"You can. I promise. No more stupid stuff." Sally’s gaze was direct, sincere.
"That’s good enough for me, Babe, but others might want something more in the way of protection," Lon sighed.
"I don’t understand…"
"Well, you know things that can get people in a lot of trouble!" Lon explained. "In the past, we’ve kind of been covered, you know? Everybody knew everybody, and nobody could rat anyone out without getting their self screwed. You, well, if it got out that you and I had sex, it might improve your position, you know? So it’s not really good blackmail material…" He eyed her. "Just a few days ago, somebody leaked the thing to a woman and we had to take in her and her two sons … We really didn’t have any grip on the guys, in particular, so we had to collect blackmail material on the mother — pictures of her with us, you know?"