Candace crept into the bedroom, naked, clutching her camera. Beth was cross-wise on the bed on her back, her head hanging over the side. Rick was pounding away between her upraised knees, and Lon was squatting to drive his cock into her open throat. Hmmm, what was the best — most incriminating — picture? While she apparently wasn’t going to be able to actually take such keepsakes, it was important that Beth think she was serious about it. What was the best opening shot? Everyone from the door, maybe … She lifted the camera and focused. The pre-flash red-eye flicker caused both Lon and Rick to look up, just in time for the flash. Damn! That would have been SOO good! Candace thought. She held her finger to her lips; Rick’s mouth was open. He shut it and rolled his eyes.
Beth missed the flash; she had her eyes closed and mistook it for a side effect of her third orgasm, which was approaching rapidly. She missed Candace’s second picture because she was busy going "OOG! OOG! OOG!" around Lon’s pumping cock and lifting her hips to Rick’s pounding attack as the orgasm washed over her — which made a fine picture for Candace, who was shooting the trio from behind Rick and to his left, catching her raising her ass and clutching the bedcovers, her whole torso visible to the neck, and Lon grinning above her, holding her big jugs as he plunged her throat.
The third shot, on the other hand, got her attention, largely because Candace laid down on the floor in front of her to take it, shooting between Lon’s legs and timing things so Lon’s balls didn’t cover Beth’s features. Beth’s eyes popped open and she discovered Candace, basically upside-down to her, smiling. "Hi, Honey! Keep sucking!" Candace cackled, then took another picture, this time of Lon’s balls covering half of Beth’s surprised face.
Beth started struggling, but Candace grabbed a handful of her hair and looked fierce. "I mean it, Honey. Keep sucking. I want a picture of you taking Lon’s load on your face to add to my nice, incriminating collection…"
Oh, SHIT! It had never occurred to her that Candace, of all people, might stoop to blackmail! She was doing the same things, for God’s sake — why would Candace want to blackmail HER? But there she was, wearing a nasty grin and waving the camera…
"Lon, Honey," Candace crooned, "are you close? I’d like a picture of you spewing jizz all over Beth’s face — can you do that, Honey? Before Rick finishes?"
"Ummm, I dunno, Mama," Lon mumbled. "Rick, are ya close?"
"No," Rick replied shortly. He’d almost lost his erection, watching the events unfold. Beth didn’t deserve this, in his opinion.
Candace, sitting up, picked it up. "It’s okay, Rick," she soothed. "We’re not hurting Beth any — if anything, this will make living with her conscience easier … In fact, maybe we should do this for YOUR mother…" This was the wrong tack; Rick started looking angry. "No, you’re right," Candace amended. "Your mother wouldn’t deal with this well at all, whereas Beth … Let Rick know you’re okay, Honey, before he pulls out and takes his dick with him!"
What!? Beth lifted and crossed her legs behind Rick’s ass — there was NO WAY she was going to voluntarily let him go, ESPECIALLY if this afternoon was going to cost her her freedom — and that’s what the situation seemed to be shaping up to be.
"That’s better!" Candace cooed. "Beth, Honey, you need to do more worrying about taking care of your men and let ME worry about your future…"
Beth took this advice to heart, urging Lon to resume plunging her throat with her hands, then shifting them to caress Rick to get him moving again, too. Candace got up and circled to kneel beside Rick, rubbing his lower back. "Come on, Honey," she cajoled, "she really wants it…" Rick wasn’t convinced, but Beth’s arms and legs were telling him the same thing, so he put it back into gear. Beth relaxed immediately, so he started working on his enthusiasm.
Lon hadn’t needed any encouragement beyond the minimums, but that didn’t mean he was close. Candace came back to the head end to observe. "Wow! I’m impressed!" she exclaimed, "with BOTH of you!" There was nothing like watching it in action to drive home to Candace that her son had a fine-looking cock — and the way Beth was handling it was even MORE impressive! "Doesn’t that hurt?" she asked, seating herself tailor-fashion on the floor beside the couple.
Beth blinked. Actually, it wasn’t all that pleasant — but it wasn’t painful, either. But how on Earth did you communicate anything complex with a cock sawing in and out of your throat? She waved her hands in a shrug equivalent.
"Oops! Sorry!" Candace giggled. "Anyway, I’d like for you to be able to talk at some point — can’t you think of something that might speed him up?"
That was an idea from more than one perspective! Beth thought about it and started doing two things: swallowing when he was buried in her throat, and massaging his balls.
The swallowing didn’t accomplish much; Beth suspected that it was because he was going too fast. But playing with Lon’s balls…
""Aww, shit! Jeezus, that’s good!" Lon grunted. "Play with my balls, Slut! Yeah!"
'That went well, ' Beth thought. She started experimenting. From Lon’s reactions, the front side of his scrotum wasn’t as sensitive as the back. She let her fingers drift further, toward his perineum…
Lon’s eyes bugged and he started dancing, "AWWWW!"
"You got him!" Candace chuckled. Candace couldn’t tell for sure, but Beth could; Lon’s cock sized up and got rigid — and Beth slid her finger along that sensitive area between his balls and the bottom of the crack of his ass again.
"SHIIIIIIIT!!!" Lon backed off and started spewing. Candace lined up the camera for a quick shot that took them both in, then lowered it; no need to go wild, since there wasn’t any memory in the camera … She moved forward to enjoy the show in person.
Lon painted Beth’s face good with four solid, sticky streams; when he settled down, she opened her mouth to take him in for an enjoyable post-orgasmic suck and clean. Candace decided that another picture or two was in order, and snapped one of Beth’s decorated face and one of the two of them after Lon plugged back in, exclaiming, "Oh, these will be NICE! Okay, Lon, don’t be a pig — our little slut needs to concentrate on Rick."
Our little slut? Beth thought, 'That pretty much says it all, I guess… ' She sighed — it had taken all of twenty-four hours for her to get blackmailed for her sexual activity — and by Candace, of all people! Candace, who was doing the same things she was, and was even more aggressively open about it! Was that fair? A part of her was happy, though; it could shelve moral judgments for future acts, now — she would be following someone else’s instructions, someone who had a hold on her. The original mistake was hers and she could castigate herself for it all she liked, but add-ons would be limited…
"Come on, Honey!" Candace coaxed, "Show Rick a good time — I have plans for you!"
Rick was doing okay, if you asked him — but he wasn’t racing to climax. He’d held off for a number of reasons, not the least of which was to limit distractions to Beth while she finished Lon. Candace’s approach to this thing had put him off, too — he wasn’t sure he wanted to be there, any more. It seemed to him that he was participating in Beth’s degradation and entrapment.
But Beth turned her cum-sticky face up to him and held his eyes, murmuring, "C’mon, Sweetie — don’t let her bother you! I want you — you KNOW I want you! I want you to fuck me, and I want your cum in me. Let’s enjoy ourselves, okay? She’s not hurting anything…"
Rick grimaced. "You’re sure?" Beth nodded. "Okay." He grabbed her hips and hauled her back from the edge of the bed so she wouldn’t have to hang over any more and went back to work on a cum.