"Mmmmm, yeah, that’s good, Baby!" Beth crooned. Rick’s strokes set up this rotation in her breasts, the heavy orbs describing circles, the right one clockwise and the left mirroring it counter-clockwise. Beth reached up to rub Rick’s biceps, which corralled them somewhat, but didn’t stop them. "Tell me if there is anything you want me to do," Beth added.
"You’re … fine…" Rick grunted. He was getting back into it again.
"Good. Uuh! SO good!" Beth gasped. Fuck Candace — she was going to enjoy this!
Candace sat on the bed on Beth’s right and rubbed Rick’s back. "I’m sorry!" she said, contrite. "I’m not trying to spoil things for you! Quite the contrary! This is to keep Beth from having second thoughts, just as things get good for you boys!"
"Maybe," Rick grunted. "Didn’t seem necessary. Shut up, will you?"
"Sure, Honey." Candace rolled her eyes for Lon’s benefit.
Lon, on the other hand, was seeing Rick’s side of things. "He’s right, Mama — wondering what the fuck you’re plotting kinda gets in the way of fucking."
"Okay, okay!" Candace growled. "All right if I rub your back?"
"Yeah, sure," Rick gasped. Dammit, he had to keep Candace happy, too, or miss out on fucking her. Was this thing with Beth a jealousy thing? More heavy thinking, later … Rick pushed the whole thing out of his head so he could work.
Beth put the whole thing to bed a moment later when she came again, "Oh, Baby! Yes! YESSSS!" She arched and surged, followed by her momentary signature collapse, and Rick figured that if she was really bothered by all the crap going on, she wouldn’t have been able to cum. That being the case … He sped up and started seriously looking for his opportunity to peak.
Beth picked up on it right away, "That’s it, Baby! Fuck me! Pound me! Make me scream! Fuck that pussy!" Candace grinned at her and hopped up to pretend to take some more pictures of the pair from different angles.
Rick took the encouragement to heart and bore down on it, slamming away. Beth just grinned from ear to ear and purred, "That’s it, Baby, pound it deep! Feels SOOO good! Go! Go!" She was past the whole Candace thing; If Candace wanted to take pictures of her to keep her doing something she was going to do anyway, fine! Besides, it DID remove one issue; if she HAD to fuck the boys, then responsibility for the whole mess was out of her hands … Besides, the whole idea of having pictures of her sucking and fucking was just so incredibly NASTY … Another cum announced it’s approach, and Beth relayed the information to Rick, "I’m gonna cum again! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! YEEEEESSSSS!!!" Pleasure peaked again; Beth had lost count of how many times — was it four? Five? Who cared, as long as they kept coming?
Rick had reached his trigger point; he was no longer fighting FOR a cum, he was fighting to hold on to the pleasure before blasting away! He surged up, rigid, going deep, but managing to move, gritting his teeth as the urge to release got stronger and stronger…
Beth picked up on the intensity and purred, "Cum, Baby, cum! Fill me up! I want to feel it!" Rick gave a muffled gasp and started pouring semen into Beth’s welcoming tunnel while she rubbed his sides.
Candace, fully alerted, hopped up and clicked the shutter another time, catching Rick in mid-spasm.
"THAT looked good!" Candace murmured, still rubbing Rick’s back. "That looked VERY good! Did you have a good time, Honey?"
"Yeah, yeah…" Rick rolled off Beth. Candace was a pain in the ass! Why couldn’t she just let them alone?
"Good," Candace replied. "Now that you boys are dry for a minute or two, I need to have Beth’s attention." Candace crawled up to the headboard of the bed and rearranged a couple of pillows so that she could slouch back against it, then addressed Beth, "Roll over, Dear, and come to Mama — we have things to talk about."
Beth sighed and rolled onto her hands and knees. Candace directed her to come up between her spread thighs, then took her head in her hands and laid it on her belly. She began playing with Beth’s hair, cooing, "There! Comfy?"
Beth nodded. Where was this all going? No doubt she was about to find out…
"So, Honey, are you enjoying the boys?" Candace asked perfunctorily.
"Yes." Beth’s answer was a whisper.
"And well you should, Honey — that’s what they’re for, after all. But you have concerns, don’t you?"
"Yes."
"Things like Jean’s prophecies of doom?"
"Yes." Beth’s responses continued to be quiet, colorless.
"That’s not all, though, is it?" Candace prompted.
"No." Beth replied.
"Lon told me a couple of things last night," Candace murmured, "and I put two and two together. Knowing that this is a little bit wrong makes it even better, doesn’t it?"
Beth thought about that. Did it? Fear of discovery, guilt over the knowledge that she was doing something morally and perhaps legally wrong hung out there — but was the forbidden fruit thing a detractor, or was it adding to things? "I’m … not sure…"
"That’s a fair answer," Candace replied, still stroking Beth’s hair. "Now that you’ve had Lon’s cock and Rick’s cock, can you resist them?"
"I … maybe," Beth replied. Could she?
"You’re lying through your teeth, and we both know it!" Candace contended. "You’re a slut — you told Lon you are — and here I find you with TWO boys…"
"I figured that it would probably be the only time…" Beth rationalized.
"And why would that be?" Candace taunted. "Because you were going to exert your superior willpower and tell them no? Those two probably create a pint of jism between them a day — do you really think they’re going to pass up a piece of ass if they don’t have to?"
"Well, since you put it that way…" Beth sighed, "No."
"I DO put it that way, Honey — because that’s the way it is!" Candace murmured. "The boys know too much — if you close your legs now, they can get you in a LOT of trouble!" She cocked her head, "But you knew, that, didn’t you, Hon?"
"Yes." Beth was back to toneless responses.
"So you were busy digging your own grave," Candace taunted. "Tsk, tsk, tsk…" Apparently switching tracks, Candace added, "Did I tell you that I’ve tried a number of, ummm, alternative sexual practices in my time?"
"Well, no…"
" … But you guessed, anyway, didn’t you, Hon?" Candace finished.
"Yes."
"Want to bet that I don’t recognize submissive behavior when I see it?" Candace prompted.
Beth went still — totally still. If there had ever been any doubt, Beth erased it right there. Candace pursed her lips and nodded to herself, but waited. Finally, Beth murmured, "No."
"That’s No, Mistress, ' Honey. Can you say, 'No, Mistress?" Candace asked quietly.
Beth’s body went slack against her. "Yes, Mistress."
Candace went back to stroking Beth’s hair. "Lon set me to thinking last night; I think you need a keeper, don’t you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Things like this little event today — obviously, you don’t have ANY self-control, or even a brain in you head! Do you?"
"No, Mistress." Beth knew the proper answer to the question from painful experience — not that she knew whether Candace COULD make it painful…
"I thought not." Candace sighed theatrically. "Well, the boys are wonderful sex partners, but they really don’t understand this kind of thing — so I guess I will just have to step up to the plate…" She cocked her head, "Tell me, Hon — did your ex ever have you participate in any girl-girl fun?"