Lon found himself clutching her head while calm eyes gave him the confidence to proceed. "Suck," he gasped. "Not too hard — just keep things tight. I’m gonna…" He shifted to actions, rather than words, pushing his cock into her mouth and withdrawing it. She wasn’t taking it all, and he wasn’t trying to deliver it all; he just got the most sensitive areas going back and forth across her soft lips. "Yeah … jack it some, if you can…" Sally did so, steadying herself with a hand on his thigh. Her head went where he directed it, and her eyes held his; there was no fear in them, only trust. On her own, she added a wash of the underside of his cock as it entered her mouth, adding to his pleasure, "Yeah, that’s nice…"
It got hard to talk; it got even harder to keep from trying to feed her his whole length. Lon hadn’t really thought that he could get off without feeling a throat working around his cock, but the urgency was upon him… "You gotta swallow," he insisted urgently, "okay? You gotta swallow…" How she managed to transmit a yes with him sawing in and out of her lips wasn’t clear, but he sensed an assent.
Sally got ready for what she pretty much knew was coming; it was too bad, in a way, because she was enjoying this so … Not the mechanics of it, necessarily, but the feeling of being controlled — yet being IN control — delivering pleasure, pleasure you could see, taste, feel, a palpable reality…
"I’m gonna … want to … stick it," he hissed through teeth clenched from the effort of holding back the flood. "Hold me off … but take it all … important … Oh, shit! YAAAAAHHHH!!!" Lon lost it, caught up in the maelstrom.
Sally felt the pulse come roaring up the underside of Lon’s cock and knew what it meant. His arms went rigid — and she’d had enough warning to know what THAT meant, too, and dropped her jacking hand to his other thigh so she could prevent him from trying to impale her on his erection. Then the flood arrived, and it was like nothing she’d ever tasted before — thick, lumpy, kind of protein, salty, with that lubricant undertone that coated the tongue … The first blast was no problem, or the second — but the third made swallowing necessary, so she did it. After that, things tailed off…
Lon didn’t know what he did during the peak of his climax; things had basically whited-out. When he came back, though, Sally was still watching his face, a certain triumph in her expression. His cock stopped pulsing and his arms relaxed; Sally slowly backed off and, very deliberately, made a production of swallowing…
"Wow!" he gasped, "That was…"
"Good, I hope?" Sally got out, her throat working to clear the sticky residue out.
"Oh, yeah!" Lon agreed. "Wow!"
"I’ll get better," Sally insisted. "And we’ll get Beth to teach me to deep throat…"
"Babe, that was wonderful WITHOUT deep throat!" Lon exclaimed.
"Well, maybe, but I don’t want you to have to settle…" She leaned in and kissed his shaft. "Why is swallowing important?"
Lon grimaced, shrugged. "I don’t know, exactly. It’s just that, well, you know, going Ewwww! and spitting it out is kind of insulting…"
Sally smiled gently. "I’d NEVER do THAT, Sweetheart!"
Lon felt a wave of affection wash over him. "Sweetheart. That’s nice…"
Sally reached up to cradle his cheeks. "It’s what you ARE!" she insisted. "There are no more questions, and there is no more distrust. Anything you want — you’ve got it. Just say the word — and tell me I’m your girl!"
Lon grinned from ear to ear, "Of COURSE you’re my girl! Thank God!" He leaned in to kiss her.
Upstairs, things were moving in a different direction. "There!" Candace grunted. "Oh, yeah! That’s it! Not so hard! Go along the side a little — going right at it is too intense! Oh, Gawd!"
Damian had his head between her legs, working her clitty with his tongue. "How’s that?"
"Heaven!" Candace moaned.
"Good!" He pulled her loose lips open and lapped at the inner channel. "So you like that shit, huh?"
"Uh huh!" Candace grunted.
"So you don’t like fingers in your twat?" Damian asked, between laps.
"They’re okay, I guess," Candace gasped. "Tongues are better. You were … a little rough."
"On your clit, or in your pussy hole?" Damian asked.
"Ummm, clit…"
He slipped a finger inside her. "So this is good, as long as you get some tongue?"
"Uh … huh! Please! Don’t stop!"
Damian grinned maliciously. "How 'bout two?" He switched fingers for a moment to get the second one lubed, and then suited actions to words. "Howzat?" He was deliberately acting the rough black, to see if she would notice.
"G-good!" Candace had been well warmed up before, and was fast approaching a climax. Damian had found this spot on the left side of her clitoral hood that had her fully engaged — and the two fingers sawing in and out of her vagina added things…
"Mebbe three…" Damian grunted, sliding the working pair out and substituting his ring finger in her slick cunt.
"Three?" Candace squawked. "I dunno…"
"No?" Damian stopped everything, deliberately. "You sure?"
"Oh, Gawd, don’t…" Then the light dawned. "Okay! Three! Three!"
"That’s what I THOUGHT you said!" Damian chuckled.
To be fair, three fingers started to get tight, even as lubed up as Candace was. And his hand kept getting in the way of his tongue work, too — but Candace was well up the curve, and started chanting "Oh! Oh! Oh!" in time to his finger thrusts.
"So, you wanna cum?" Damian asked conversationally.
"Please!" Candace wailed.
"What you gonna give me?" He paused dramatically.
"Anything, anything!" She was SOOOO close!
"What if I want to stick my fingers up your ass?" he taunted.
"Oh, no! Please!"
"So you don’t wanna cum, then, huh?"
"Please! Please! Anything!"
Damian ducked in again to keep her at the plateau. When he had her tightening up around him again, he stopped licking and said, "I’m gonna hold you to that…" Then he wet his other index finger and started attacking her anus, while resuming licking.
"No! No! Oh, Gawd! Gawd!" Candace screeched.
"No?" Damian was up again, taunting. "You don’t wanna cum? You said anything…"
"Yes! Please! Yes! Okay! Pleeeease!" Candace wailed.
"Open up, then…" Damian directed.
"Oh, Gawd, I can’t!" Candace wailed, then concentrated on relaxing her sphincter. "Try it! Please! Please!" The pleases were entreaties to Damian to continue licking…
Damian wedged the tip of his finger in Candace’s ass, then went back to licking and pounding his fingers in and out of her twat. Once again, he worked her until it was clear that she was on the verge — and it was time for more taunts. "So, how 'bout three fingers in your ass, now?"
Candace was getting the point. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Gawd, please! Anything!" She was on fire; he’d had her on the ragged edge three separate times and the tension was overwhelming…
"Anything!" Damian sneered. "You been bandying THAT word around a LOT." He dove in and made sure she didn’t slip back from the precipice, then sprung the trap, "THIS is what…" <lap, lap> "you’re gonna do…"<lap, lap, lap> "Next time…" <lap, lap, lap> a bunch of us is all together… <lap, lap, lap, lap> "you’re gonna come right to me…" <lap, lap, lap, lap> "and get me hard…" <lap, lap, lap, lap> "and you’re gonna sit on my dick…" <lap, lap, lap, lap> "right up that ass of yours! You hear me?"
"Yes! Gawd! Yes!" Damian worked her through the response, making sure it was fervent.