"Huh?" Jean looked back. "Oh, the walk?" She colored. "I’ve … had a lot of sex in the last twenty-four hours. Lon contributed, but he wasn’t the main source…" Jean flashed a glance over Candace’s shoulder at Toby and smiled.
"Huh! I could stand to get fucked bowlegged…" She turned to eye Toby and pursed her lips. "But I don’t suppose…" They had undoubtedly overcome the implications of Lon’s little escapade and were in full romantic bloom…
Toby surprised her. "I’m about a quart low at the moment — maybe later."
Candace whipped her head around to catch Jean’s expression — but it was bland. What was up? Suddenly, she was walking on broken glass … How could she probe this? "Ummmm…"
Jean busied herself pouring coffee so she didn’t have to look Candace in the eye while she worked on passing the first serious test of her new understanding with Toby, "It’s all right, Candace. I’ve learned that we both have other demands on us than just each other."
Hmmmmm. Breakup sex, then? "I’m sorry," Candace apologized.
"For what? Oh. Toby and I are still, um, pursuing a relationship, Candace. We just realize that it can’t be sexually exclusive — other people in the group have needs, too," Jean announced. "We’ve even discussed Lon’s little blackmail scheme — and I see that I brought it on myself, in some ways…"
"That’s true, Hon," Candace agreed, accepting the coffee. "You were making serious waves. I don’t approve of everything he did, but Lon was trying to get a handle on you in order to keep things from crashing."
Jean decided to sneak one in on Candace. She flicked a glance at Toby over her shoulder, then asked, "What about the pictures?"
"I haven’t seen them, Hon. He won’t tell me where they are," Candace lied.
Jean nodded. Candace didn’t have them — therefore Lon didn’t have them, either, because he would never have been able to keep them from his mother. Still, she needed to appear to be concerned… "I really can’t feel comfortable about all this as long as they are out there, Candace. Lon needs to make them go away if he ever hopes to repair our relationship. I’m not Beth — I can’t operate normally with that kind of thing hanging over my head!"
"I’ll make it my top priority to see to it that he doesn’t keep them," Candace assured Jean.
"You’d better," Toby grated. "The stability of YOUR little applecart depends on it!"
Candace turned to Toby and Jean saw fear — something she’d NEVER seen on Candace’s face! "Yes, Toby! I’ll fix it! Promise!" Shit! His eyes are glowing again! Candace wailed inside.
"Good." Toby managed to keep from grinning. The pictures WERE gone, now; Toby had dug them out and perused them the night before with Jean, making comments about her responses and her beauty and generally enjoying them with her, then destroyed them. Candace’s reaction was transparent; there were no other copies. But it gave him another handle on Candace; if he got angry over it, she would fall all over herself attempting to placate him…
The three of them sat down to coffee, apparently completely normal. "So, you two are okay?" Candace prodded. Just where were they?
"Yes." Jean reached out and took Toby’s hand. "I don’t do well outside a relationship, but we’re going to work on it. I’m going to try to … contribute … here and there. But I couldn’t really do that without a strong foundation…" Jean’s eyes glowed as she shared a look with her lover, then she turned back to Candace. "Lon’s in the doghouse right now, but I understand what happened from his standpoint; eventually, I hope to get past it…"
"That’s … impressive restraint…" Candace murmured. "I don’t know if I’d give him any breaks after THAT!"
"Well, I sort of brought it on myself … I know I can be pretty uptight," Jean replied.
"That’s for sure! Oops!" Candace covered her mouth.
"I’m pissed that Lon’s home training appears to be lacking," Toby grated ominously. "You’d think he would know better. Whose fault is that?"
Candace got distinctly nervous. "Mine, I guess. I’m SO sorry!" She fell all over herself feeding sincerity into the apology. Jean sat bemused; Toby really DID have a handle on Candace!
"I’m not sure that’s enough," Toby announced, his mien pensive. "Jean was blackmailed into nonconsensual sex — something that could have gotten Lon jail time. I really think you should … abase yourself."
"Abase…" What the fuck does THAT mean? Candace eyed Toby as if he were a rattlesnake. Oh, SHIT! The eyes!
"Abase. As in grovel," Toby amplified, locking eyes with a stricken Candace. "Jean’s pussy hurts — why don’t you go over and soothe it with your tongue?"
"Uuuuhhh…" Candace turned a bug-eyed regard on Jean.
"Toby, I…" Jean began.
"Shhh!" Toby interjected. "I know it is unusual, but think of it as an experience thing. And Candace really needs to understand that her mistakes have consequences — don’t you, Candace?"
Candace swung her bug-eyed regard onto Toby, "Y-yes, Toby…"
"I’m sure a little cunnilingus isn’t a new thing for you, is it, Candace? You were fine on the receiving end…" Toby drawled.
"N-no…" Was he getting even for Beth?
But Toby divined the question, and answered it. "No, this isn’t about Ma, Candace — you can make her eat you any time you like, as far as I’m concerned. She’s into the humiliations involved. For YOU, though, it’s punishment, isn’t it?"
"Y-yes…"
"Well, go on — get started." Toby shifted his attention to Jean. "Scoot your chair back, Honey, and spread your legs. Slouch back and give Candace something to lick."
"Toby…"
"Just do it. Oh, and Candace? Get naked."
"Yes, Toby." It was a chorus. Jean scooted her chair back from the table and slouched back in it, spreading her legs as directed. She was not wearing panties, which was uncharacteristic of her, but she WAS a little sore and was airing out her puffy pudenda. Candace got up slowly and pulled her tank top over her head, then stepped out of her shorts and sandals, watching Toby for a reprieve. When it didn’t come, she removed her bra, and, finally, her panties. Clearly, she was NOT going to get a reprieve … She turned toward Jean, reluctantly breaking eye contact with Toby — but before she could move…
"Crawl," Toby directed.
Jean couldn’t get over it; Candace turned wide eyes back over her shoulder for about five seconds, then slowly sank to her knees, dropped onto her hands, and crawled around the table to stick her nose in Jean’s pussy!
"The creampie is mine, mostly," Toby added, amused, "although I imagine a little of it MIGHT be Lon’s." Jean canted her head, questioningly; Toby clarified, "It’s sort of an inside joke." Peering closely, he asked, "Candace, are you licking yet? Show Jean you’re sorry — and clean Lon out of there!"
Jean watched, mesmerized, and Candace locked eyes with her and extended her tongue. It was highly erotic, and it wasn’t clear whether the sight or the feel of that first tongue swipe was more exciting! "Aaaahhhh!"
"Gently," Toby admonished, "She’s a little sore…" Looking up at Jean, who was clearly transfixed by the whole thing, he added, "Feel free to guide her head, Honey. Make sure she makes you happy."
Jean went from dead zero to highly aroused in a matter of seconds — the whole thing was just SOOOO kinky! "Oh, GOD!" Gently, she cradled the back of Candace’s head. Candace continued to watch her face as she burrowed her tongue into Jean’s compact snatch — something she never DREAMED she would ever do! Toby had assumed correctly; Candace had participated in pussy eating before, but always as the recipient…