"If you can, it’s best to climb back on the horse pretty quickly," Beth advised.
"Okay." Sally knelt back up and recaptured Lon’s cock — and made a valiant attempt, but couldn’t get it in.
"You’re not sticking your neck out far enough," Beth opined.
Sally backed off, hacked a couple of times, locked eyes with Lon, and croaked, "Use me."
Lon swallowed, but she came on so he cupped the back of her head. When it became apparent that she was again too high, he put his other hand on top of her head and pushed down while pulling her in. It worked; he held her in place for just a second and let her up. Sally backed off far enough to give him a tight nod and came forward again, so Lon impaled her throat a third time. This time, Sally inhaled hugely on her release. "Breathe through your nose, Sweetie!" Beth reminded her.
After Round Five, Sally ducked out of Lon’s grip to vomit — but she came back gamely. A half-dozen more tries elapsed before she said anything, backing off Lon’s cock long enough to croak, "Cum!"
"I can’t!" Lon replied miserably, "This … hurts me."
Sally spat into the bucket. "I’m hurting you?"
"No," Lon replied. "It hurts me to watch you suck it up, knowing you’re not enjoying it."
"Oh," Sally pondered this. "But I’m … happy! I’m doing it! I want you to enjoy it…"
"Sweetie, I can’t remember when I’ve seen anybody go to that much effort! You should be proud of yourself! You’re gonna be an expert in no time!" Beth interjected. "But for now, well, I can see Lonnie’s point. Sex is between the ears, and you’re affecting him badly, because he feels that he’s hurting you."
"It’s okay, really. I want to do it…" Sally mumbled.
"Can you do it on your own now?" Beth asked.
"Yeah." Sally nodded.
"Prove it. Right now, he feels that he’s forcing you — and it’s not nice. Right, Lonnie?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Sally knelt up and proceeded to work him twice to a decent depth, then impale herself on him without assistance, going nose to pubic bone. Then she gave him a shorter stroke, laved the underside of his glans with her tongue and took him to the root again. Lon groaned. Pulling back, she slurred, "Good?"
Lon nodded tightly. "Yeah," gasped.
"That’s it, Sweetie — we already know that you can suck cock, so finish him off — give him the occasional deep stroke, but hit the other marks, too!" Beth urged. "You’re a natural — he’s gonna be fucking your face in no time!"
It took almost ten minutes, but Sally finished Lon off, running a kind of four-stroke pattern that took him halfway, then worked just the head, then took him halfway again before taking him deep. Not every time did she lodge him in her throat, but every second or third cycle she went nose to pubic bone while everyone else watched, rapt. Lon’s knees started jumping, and he gasped out, "I’m gonna shoot!" Sally gave him one more medium stroke, then settled for washing the underside of his glans with her tongue while his balls surged and his cock pulsed semen into her waiting mouth. When he was done, she first offered a close-mouthed smile, then opened it to display his offering.
"Nice!" Beth approved. "If I ever have to pick a tag-team partner for a cock sucking contest, it’ll be you!" Unnoticed, Terence grimaced gently.
Sally swallowed visibly, then replied, "Thanks."
Lon pulled her in and hugged her to his belly. "Man, that was incredible!"
"All rightie, then!" Beth announced, turning to Teela, "You’re up!"
"Okay." Teela gathered herself, then addressed Rick, "I’ll make it — don’t crowd me. I don’t think I can handle being dragged on like that — just let me do my thing. Okay?"
"Sure." Rick wasn’t going to push — or maybe it was pull — her; if she did it, she did it — and if not, she gave good head without it. No biggie.
Teela was well aware that the onus was on her to show that she could go all out for her man — Sally had set the bar. But determination isn’t everything … She knelt up and got things going with a couple of deep strokes to set off the spit machine and remind her what a cock head felt like in the back of her throat, and things were looking good — but she stalled out on her first attempt to go really deep. Embarrassed, she grabbed Rick’s thighs to tug on for the second attempt — which also failed, leaving her sputtering and gasping. "Relax," Beth instructed her, "You’re not getting your neck out there, and you’re anticipating and closing your throat. Stick your arms straight out to your sides — that’ll help you get into the right position…"
Teela blinked, but proceeded to follow instructions, sticking her arms straight out at her sides. Given her position, there was a good possibility that she wouldn’t be able to succeed this time because she was so far away that she would overbalance if she tried…
Beth gave Teela just enough time to realize she was off-balance — then she pushed her in the middle of her back! Teela toppled forward before she could get her hands in front of her — and Rick howled in pain — but she ended up with a throat full of cock before she wrenched herself clear. "Hey!" she howled, glaring at Beth.
Beth grimaced and shrugged. "You were setting yourself up for failure, Sweetie, so I took a hand; you’d asked Rick not to do it, but nobody said I couldn’t…"
"Yeah, but that was…" Teela started hotly.
"Low? Sneaky? Underhanded?" Beth eyed Teela. "Effective?"
It was Teela’s turn to grimace. "Well…"
"Now, do it again!" Beth insisted. "And if you can’t, ask for help!"
"C’mon, Teela! You can do it!" Sally urged from the sidelines.
Teela knelt up for a second round, and tried to drag herself onto Rick’s erection, but she couldn’t do it. Letting go of his thighs, she beckoned with her hands. Rick looked unhappy; obviously, he wasn’t up for this kind of thing — so Beth pushed her head from behind.
Again, the effort succeeded, but Teela was madder than Hell when Beth released her. "You stop that!" she screeched, rounding on the heavy woman.
"Dammit, you WANTED help — and Rick couldn’t do it! Besides, I’m already that fat bitch, aren’t I?" Beth retorted. "I can’t lose anything by making you do what you WANT to do…"
Rick had his hands on both of Teela’s shoulders to keep her from flying at Beth. "I can DO it MYSELF!" she grated tightly.
"I don’t think so," Beth retorted, arms folded under her bare breasts.
"I’ll show YOU!" Teela fumed. "Leggo, Rick and gimme that thing!" She spun, reoriented, snatched his cock down into position, and drove herself onto it.
Anger bred success. Teela’s nose was being tickled by Rick’s pubic fur before she realized that she had managed the feat. She backed up halfway, shot Beth a poisonous glare, and did it again. This time she held it for a second, then reversed until she was merely sucking his glans, and went for thirds. Again, she held him in her throat for a second before backing off. "See?" she announced triumphantly.
Beth giggled despite herself. "You have a nasty temper, Sweetie, and it makes a fine handle!" Shifting her attention to Rick, she added, "But you know that, don’t you?"
Rick nodded, sheepish.
"So, I suppose that pissing me off was the grand plan?" Teela grated, her voice acid.
"No, but it worked," Beth replied evenly.
"Damn you!" Teela hissed.
"You take the tools you’re given to work with…" Beth shrugged. "Better go back at it — although there is no requirement to finish him the way Sally finished Lon…" Beth grinned like a crocodile.
Predictably, Teela took up the gauntlet — but Rick was going to take convincing. "Hey, that’s my dick, and I’d like to keep it!" he howled.