"Wow!" Toby exclaimed. Sally was pretty impressive when she got going!
"Yeah, she’s a wet dream come true," Lon grunted, grinning. "I think I’m gonna keep her."
Toby grinned back. Sally was doing a fine job of vacuuming his meat, and she wasn’t complaining when he went deep. Apparently Ma’s efforts at training had been totally successful with Sally, because she seemed to have no problem taking him all the way to the root on the occasions when the urge overcame him and he punched in deep. Mindful of his effect on women, Toby moderated his emanations, tailoring them to be generalized; Sally was riding high on the situation in general, not because she was sucking Toby. At the same time, since Toby’s impression that his ability to manipulate emotions didn’t extend to males, he was glad that Lon seemed happy with the situation.
And Lon WAS happy. He was riding the power trip that Sally provided, and enjoying it thoroughly. Early on, he’d been concerned that the whole thing wasn’t going to work — that he couldn’t bring himself to push her the way she claimed she wanted to be, or that there would be misunderstandings that would tear them apart. But he enjoyed directing her to do wild things, and she apparently enjoyed obeying him every bit as much as she’d claimed … He had a nut coming, and he didn’t even think about holding back; when the surge came, he rode the charge to it’s peak and let go into Sally’s swampy pussy, yelling, "Yeah, Baby! Take my cum!"
Sally, for her part, moaned, "OOOOGGHH!" around Toby’s cock, turned cherry-red, and squirted again — which Toby found gratifying, since it was a reaction to his friend and not himself.
"Let’s swap," Lon grunted, staggering back. "You go ahead and get yours while she cleans me off." Toby nodded and backed off and Lon climbed up on the bed and fed his slut his drippy meat. Glancing at the screen of the forgotten laptop, he took in the tableaux as Toby slid home in Sally’s thoroughly plowed snatch. "Just don’t ruin her for normal guys," Lon admonished Toby, grinning, as Toby set up his stroke.
Sally could tell the difference, but it wasn’t anything major; at this point, cleaning Lon’s cock was more important to her. And that, frankly, was how ALL of them wanted it — including Toby, who at this point was merely intent upon dumping his load somewhere hot and wet. He had no trouble, either; the blowjob had been great, but pussy was better! Mindful of his effect on women, he concentrated on getting his and not on adding anything to Sally’s pleasure; while it seemed impolite, it was a better idea than hooking her on him and ruining her relationship with her lover. Besides, he had enough women clamoring for his cock…
Lon never got truly soft; he went from somewhat lank as Sally took him into her mouth to clean him to steel-hard. As a result, he was soon driving himself into Sally’s mouth, pushing her in a way that Toby hadn’t attempted by long-stroking her throat almost constantly.
Sally wasn’t ready for this; Beth could have done it without serious problems, but Sally hadn’t the experience. But she was operating in a masochistic haze, and despite retching and gagging and spewing spittle all over the place, she just didn’t care…
Lon realized belatedly that he was going too far — but he was into the whole thing too much to back off more than a bit. He went to boring Sally’s throat every other stroke, which apparently gave her some recovery time while providing him with a varied set of sensations that actually got him going even more…
Meanwhile, Toby reached his limit and slammed himself deep into Sally’s quaking channel, spewing his seed deep inside her, "AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!"
Lon got caught up in his friend’s excitement and his cock went diamond-hard in Sally’s throat, "Take another load, Babe! Suck me dry!" He buried himself and squirted his load directly into his slut’s gullet while she moaned in pleasure.
Sally didn’t get a major cum during Toby’s and Lon’s, but the mental kick got her a smaller flash. When Lon withdrew himself from her aching throat, Sally came back to herself, hacking and couching at the abuse she’d taken. Lon, realizing that she’d been treated pretty harshly, asked, "Are you all right, Babe?"
"I think so," Sally croaked.
"How was it?" Lon asked.
"I loved it!" Sally replied, enthusiasm coloring her voice despite its gravelly timbre. "Thank you, Sweetheart!"
"Well, don’t expect to get two dicks ALL the time," Lon chided.
"Oh, no!" Sally insisted. "Yours is the important one! Others are just … gravy…"
This was the perfect stroke for Lon’s ego; Toby grinned approval, glad that he hadn’t somehow undermined his friend’s relationship with his girl. "I think we’re set, here," he said, collecting his clothing. "I’ll be back in a minute with some towels and stuff. See if you can come up with any questions."
Sally turned to Lon, "This thing you’re planning…"
"You know I wasn’t thrilled about you doing this," Lon replied. "Toby and I have come up with something better, all around — now you’re just the lure."
"Terence and Damian might not like it," Sally cautioned.
"That’s not my problem," Lon replied. "Louise will, and it will guarantee that this guy will stay out of our hair, even better than just having him fuck you. Who knows? Maybe Terence will feel better about it, all around, afterward…"
Toby came back in with a washcloth and a couple of towels. "A couple of things, Sally. You need to get the fact that you’re underage out there — and you need to get him to look at the webcam on that wall so we get a good face shot — okay?"
"Okay," Sally nodded while sopping at her crotch with a towel. "How?"
"Well, obviously he needs to be hot to trot before you mention it, but you need to get your age out there if possible," Toby advised. "If he’s hot enough, it won’t matter. Since he was ready to go after Teela, I don’t think he’s worried about it anyway."
"And looking at the camera?" Sally prompted.
Toby shrugged. "I dunno. Point out something on the dresser? Hmmmm … Not pictures — something else. I’ll remove the pictures. We don’t want him remembering faces. It would be nice if we could get him to forget yours, but…" Belatedly, he glanced at the towel in his hand. "That’s it! I’ll lay out a couple of towels — all you have to do is go get them — and maybe say something to him so he looks that way…"
"Okay, no problem," Sally nodded.
"Anything else?" Toby asked.
"Is anyone going to get hurt?" Sally asked.
"That’s not the plan," Lon replied. "Nothing worse than what went on today, anyway. How’s your throat, Hon?"
"Fine," Sally croaked — deliberately, following it with a grin.
"Okay, then, we’re done until tomorrow," Toby announced. Everyone got dressed, and Toby saw them out.
"Just drop me at Teela’s, Sweetheart — I’ll find my own way home after we plan out what I’m going to wear," Sally told Lon.
Lon frowned. "Are you sure?"