Beth turned back to Sally. "I’m gonna help you get into position, Sweetie; since Teela’s partner is in recovery mode, you’re gonna go first, anyway — but we’re not going to do it, yet, just get a feel for how you need to set up — okay?"
"Okay." Sally was diffident, but it WAS what she was here for…
"All, right — get him nice and stiff — jack him a bit," Beth directed. "Now, back off a little — you’re too close. Hold his cock down level — don’t try to go too far, because it doesn’t go down, really — that’s it. Now, drop your head and stretch your neck…"
Sally did as she was told, her position adjusted by Beth’s touch. When she thought about it, the position made more sense than the one she had used thus far to pleasure Lon — even though that other position had been effective. "Like this?" she asked, her lips almost in contact with Lon’s glans.
"Yeah, that’s good, Sweetie. Now lean forward and take him in. Don’t try to get it in all the way — just stick it in deep enough to get a feel for what’s coming and to get the spit machine working," Beth directed.
Sally leaned forward, which forced further adjustments to her position, straightening her throat further. Lon’s length hit the back of her throat and triggered a gag. "Gaah!"
"Hang in there and get a feel for it, if you can," Beth advised. "See if you can keep it there without puking. Don’t worry if you can’t — that’s what the tub is for…"
Sally hung in there, gamely, her eyes watering, for about ten seconds before she just HAD to back off. "That’s real good, Sweetie, " Beth approved. Turning her attention to Teela, she asked, "How’s he doing?" indicating Rick.
"Pretty good," Teela opined. "He’s still pretty hard…"
"Plenty of visual stimulation, if nothing else," Beth chuckled. "You keep jacking him. Why don’t you try to set yourself? See if you can accomplish anything. Like I said, the object right now isn’t to swallow him, it’s to get used to what happens when you do."
Teela backed off and hunkered down pulling Rick’s extended cock horizontal, and leaned in. "Get your head down more, Sweetie!" Beth admonished, "You’ll never get him in with that kink in your throat!" Teela spread her knees and dropped her head lower, concentrating on the feel of Rick’s blunt glans at the entrance to her throat. Saliva poured, and her stomach started protesting before things had gone five seconds, but she kept at it until — well, actually, until it was too late! "Hrrrgh!" Teel backed off, turned, and retched over the bucket, spit pouring from her mouth.
"Very impressive!" Beth approved, "But we’re not trying to instill bad habits! Try not to make yourself vomit." Settling herself before Terence, she added, "Now, girls, it’s time for the demonstration…" She leaned in and engulfed Terence’s cock, going to an impressive depth — then held it a second before withdrawing. The next stroke put her nose in Terence’s pubic hair — Teela gasped — and she repeated the feat a half-dozen times before coming up for air. "As you can see," she purred in a somewhat gravelly voice, "It IS doable. My ex had me practice with kielbasa until I could control my gag reflex under just about any conditions, so I can literally give a whole blowjob this way. Guys like it, too, since they can follow their instincts and go deep. A better way is to do every other stroke or two, which gives you head time, too. For today, though, all we’re looking for from the two of you is the flush of success — once you KNOW you can do it, the big hurdle is over. Okay?"
"Uh huh!" Sally’s eyes were HUGE. No wonder Beth had Lon spoiled! My God! she thought. I have to compete with THAT?
Teela felt different imperatives, but she was equally impressed. She nodded, wide-eyed, at her instructor, leaning into another effort to get used to an intruder at the opening of her throat.
Beth smiled approval. "Good, good. Try to breathe with him in deep like that — it’s more or less key to a prolonged effort. You have to get air in and out, one way or another, and despite the fact that your esophagus is blocked, the air pipe is still there … Breathe through you nose."
Both girls were hard at it at this point. Lon was busy noticing that when he was in deep, but not in Sally’s throat, he wasn’t getting a whole lot of tip stimulation — something Sally had done a bang-up job of. Apparently, there was no such thing as a happy medium … Still, his girl was down there, suffering, looking up at him with big green eyes — she deserved encouragement. "You’re doing great!" he murmured, stroking her hair.
Sally sensed dissatisfaction, anyway, and it made success imperative. When Beth turned to her and asked, "How are you doing?" she had a mouthful of saliva and was pulling Lon deep again, trying to get used to the feeling of the blunt tip at the back of her throat; all she could manage was a vague wave. "Don’t kill yourself, Sweetie," Beth admonished. "When you go after it, you won’t want to be on the ragged edge, or it’ll be that much more difficult to keep down. Just challenge yourself a bit, or it’ll get to be an exercise in suffering and the discomfort will become an issue." Sally backed off and nodded wordlessly, her mouth still awash in saliva.
"Okay, now, taking the big jump that first time takes guts; later, after you’ve succeeded, it’s easier to get there again — but you have to get over the initial hurdle. Every time you fail, it gets harder to try again, so we don’t want to crash and burn if we can avoid it…" Beth counseled. "You might want help from your partner — some girls just can’t get up the nerve. I had, uh help my first time…" she smiled ruefully, "My ex basically grabbed my head and jammed it in — and held it; sadist that he was, he got a real kick out of my reactions. I’m not advocating his particular technique, but if you can’t nerve yourself to do it, a quick tug from your partner might do the trick … Anybody ready?"
Sally raised her hand. Beth nodded approval, and Sally backed off to mumble "Help…" around a mouthful of spit, her attention on Lon. Lon nodded and watched her eyes as she held up a finger and took him in, obviously not trying on the first pass, then held up two fingers and made another gentle run.
"On three?" Lon asked, divining what was going on. Sally nodded soberly and held up three fingers, then headed in.
"Get your head down!" Beth reproved. Sally ducked further but got hung up, anyway; Lon, who was holding out his hands on either side of Sally’s head, saw her get into trouble and grabbed her head. Taking a blink of her now watery eyes as approval, he tugged her head toward him. For a moment, it didn’t look like it was going to work; Sally put her hands up on his hips and he figured that she was going to fight — but instead, she ducked even further and pulled herself forward.
It still wasn’t enough, but, encouraged that she was fully with him, Lon stepped up the pressure — and popped through. "Okay, let her up!" Beth yelled, and Lon let go; Sally propelled herself backward, coughing — but when she got her voice, it was to croak "Hooray!" Lon laughed, pulled her to him, and hugged her.
"You okay, Sweetie?" Beth asked.
"Yeah," Sally croaked, nodding.
"Can you do it again?"
"Yeah." Eyes full of determination stared back at the older woman.