Chapter 5
Sally had regained her senses and her strength. She sucked long and hard on Bobby's stiff cock. She wanted his cum gushing down her throat, his balls pumping their load without end into her mouth.
"That's it, Sally. Suck it hard, baby," said Bob as he fucked her face. The idea of fucking her face was as stimulating as the act itself, for he had dreamed of doing just this - fucking the beautiful face of Sally Westmorland. His cock raced between the full sensual lips, his mushroom-like head rubbing up against the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. But his cockhead was too big, she said, and she couldn't take it down her throat. He was disappointed, but it still felt good.
"I'm fucking your face, baby, fucking that lovely face of yours. Just like a pussy - like a cunt - I'm fucking it. I'm gonna shoot my load right in that beautiful face, honey, and you are gonna take all of it - gallons of it - pumping it right into that sweet mouth and down that hot throat."
She took more and more of his cock, his words driving her wild. Her throat relaxed more and more, and his cockhead eased in farther and farther. His hips moved against her, his cock plunging into her mouth, ass bucking and humping his thick prick into her. The soft cockhead battered against her soft palate, rubbed against the fleshy appendage at the back of her throat. Rather than gagging, the sensation sent her cunt throbbing. Christ, could she do it? She closed her eyes tightly, and relaxed her throat as much as she could.
Bob's cock seemed to have a mind of its own. He was aware of the fragile woman he was fucking with such abandon, but his cock didn't care about such things. It drove more and more deeply into her throat. It felt the constricting muscles and plunged toward the source of constriction. His ass shot up and down, powering his cock like a jackhammer into the mouth of Sally Westmorland. But there was no Sally Westmorland for him now, there was only the wet hole that squeezed his cock toward its coming.
"Aaggggghhhh," moaned Sally, but she didn't try to roll him off or push him away. She relaxed and strained at the same time. She would have him, all of him. "Aaagghhhh, ooooaaaa." She felt his balls banging against her with their hot, heavy fullness of cum.
"Take it, Sally, take it all," he said, "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, baby, fuck your throat, ream out your tonsils, honey, fuck until I blast off like a Titan inside your throat."
"Mmmmmmaaaaaa," she said, heaving her head up to meet the thrusts of his prick, hands clutching the ass cheeks above the prick that pounded into her mouth and throat. Her fingers dug into his tight flesh, burrowed and kneaded until Bobby could feel one lone finger nudge up against his sensitive asshole. The finger rubbed around in tight little rings until the muscles relaxed.
Sally quickly sank her finger into her own cunt, swirled it around in the running juice of her cunt, and then sank it quickly up to the first knuckle in Bobby's ass.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he said, but wiggled his ass back against her finger until it had sunk up to the second knuckle. "Aaaaaah, baby, fuck my asshole with your finger, honey - finger my ass." She fucked in and out of his ass with her slick finger and she could feel the cum that built up between her finger and her mouth.
"Oh, baby, it's time . . . it's time, hon, oh is it ever time."
She could feel the spasms building from the base of his cock root, rippling up the length of his prick, propelling the blast of hot cum like a jet stream into Sally's grasping throat.
"Mmmmmm . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmmm," Sally moaned into his cock, biting against the spurting cock that bathed her insides with scalding white cum that she so longed for.
Bobby's rocks just kept exploding, blasting load after load of cum up through the tube of his cock into the hot, tight channel of her fucking throat. His coming seemed as though it would last forever - wave after wave, blast after blast.
"Fuuuuck, Sally, oooh, fuuuuuck," he sighed.
And just as his coming began to ebb, his balls emptying their final dregs into Sally's tight throat, he felt her body go rigid.
Sally's mouth tightened on his cock with incredible strength, and her body began twitching uncontrollably. "Mmmmmmm . . .mmmmmmm. . . mmmmm mm," her words vibrated into his cock and balls. Her own climax had snuck up on her unexpectedly and shook her whole body, convulsive spasms tearing through her as she locked her legs and arms around Bobby Allison and rode her orgasm for all she was worth.
Bobby crept back into the tent and inside the sleeping bag. Betty was turned away from him; her-breathing was shallow, but even. His own heart pounded against his rib cage - half out of fright, lest Betty awaken. And half out of joy, at having fucked Sally for most of the night.
Betty fought to control her breathing. She could smell the scent of another woman on him, the musk of a woman's cunt. But whose? Rita? Sally? Did it matter? She rolled her frustration up into a hard little knot and forced it down into the pit of her stomach.