'Suck the hell out of it, baby,' he panted in a hoarse, urgent voice. 'Get your mouth round it and suck it real good, like you did before.'
She curled her hand around his Jutting cock and guided it back between her lips, closing her lips over the purple crown and sliding her mouth all the way down to the base, recalling her recently acquired expertise at relaxing her throat muscles to admit the intruder.
Willy groaned and inhaled, and she pulled her head back and away, once again looking at the gleaming wetness. Then she started to lick her way around the spit-shining head like a child with an ice cream cone, thrusting her tongue into the fluid welling out of the hole and lapping it up with a relish that surprised her, then tickling the underside of the supersensitive ridge with little darting thrusts of her pointed pink tongue.
Willy's body started to jerk as the pleasure took over his senses. His face contorted with ecstasy, and he clutched at Sally's shoulders for support. He started to thrust with his hips, driving his cock into her throat again and again, no longer wanting her activity, demanding only that she remain passive and open to him while he plowed into her.
It became hard to sustain; she started to be afraid that he would choke her, for some of his instrokes were so long-lasting that she had difficulty getting her breath. She caught at his hips with some vague notion of controlling him, but he was like a wild thing now, and grabbed her head, forcing her face against his groin while he made his last few violent pumping motions, and suddenly flooded her throat with hot sperm while she choked and spluttered.
Then abruptly he pushed her away, and staggered backwards to collapse into a chair, while she coughed and panted and swallowed, crumpled on the floor.
'Man,' he gasped, 'that was something!'
Sally looked up, wiping away the tears that choking had forced to her eyes, and saw that Jake was beckoning to her.
'You got some unfinished business here, cunt,' he said. 'Dig it out and try again.'
He unzipped his fly and waited.
Chapter 8
Once again she probed inside his fly and brought out his cock. She was surprised to find it slightly tumescent this time, and as she slid it into her mouth and began to work her tongue around its ridged head, she hoped that now he would let her bring him to climax, and then maybe he wouldn't be so determined on frightening her so much.
'Sure does turn a guy on,' Jerry said hoarsely, seein a big-titted blonde kneelin' between a guys legs with his dong goin' in an' out her mouth that way.
'Shit,' Willy chuckled, 'everythin' turns you on, you horny sonofabitch.'
'Yeah,' Jerry agreed complacently. 'Say, you never din finish tellin' us about that broad onna bus – that was turnin' me on, an' no mistake. Tell me the whole thing now, huh – while we watch little Miss Tits there makin' a pig of herself on Jake's schwanz. Jeeze, just watchin' her do that an' lookin' at that cute ass of hers an' thinkin' about gettin' plugged in there – go on, Willy, tell us right from the start.'
'Well,' Willy said slowly, 'like I said, it was on the Greyhound – I was sittin' there, mindin' my own business, lookin' at the pictures in Gallery, an' we get to one of the stops, an' this woman gets on. She's maybe thirty, you know, but a real knockout – dressed all in high heels an' a micromini an' one of them see-through tops – well, not see-through, but sort of clingy, an' thin enough you can see her nipples like a coupla dark quarters, you know?
'So, like I told you before, there ain't many people onna bus. Empty seats. There's me sittin' in one a' the back seats – I mean, she had practic'ly the whole fuckin' bus to choose from, but she comes swingin' her tail down the aisle an' them nice bouncy boobs is kinda heavin' around – just like teacher's, here, when she ain't wearin' a bra – an' I take a good look, like any guy would, an' what with them an' the gash I'd been lookin' at in Gallery, the ole dork is gettin' kinda restless – you know?
'So I kinda reach down to adjust it a little, an' damned if the broad don't watch what I'm doin' – an she goes on watchin' while I, you know, ease it round some so's it's more comfortable – so I look up at her an' catch her eye an' sorta run my tongue over my lips, like it was her pussy – always gives me a charge when broads get all snooty an' turn their heads away – an you know they're gonna be thinkin' about it the rest of the day, an' maybe stickin' their fingers up their gash dreamin' about it at night.
'But this broad, jesus, she just takes a great big breath that makes her fits stand out like a coupla cantaloupes, an' she comes right over to where I'm sittin' and she says:
'I beg your pardon, but is this seat taken?'
'So what can I do except shake my head, an' damned if she don't sit herself right down there beside me!'
Jake's cock was twitching reluctantly into full hardness, and Sally moved her head forward to slide It into the recesses of her throat, the smell of his crotch rising to her nostrils; and once again that treacherous little spark of fiery sensation began to make itself felt in her pussy.
'So then the bus gets goin' again, an' she pulls this magazine outta her shoulderbag and starts lookin' at it – an' it's one of them Playgirl things they do for broads these days-dumb pictures of guys bareass, with no hardon.
'She looks at it for a coupla minutes, an' I take a look too, an' then I take a look at her fits, an' they're a hell of a lot more interestin' – her nipples are standin' up like pencil erasers, poking that top she's wearin' out in front. An' the way she's sittin – you can damn near see right up to her crotch. It's the sorta view you like best when it's opposite you – only sittin' right next to it is even better, even if you don't see quite as good.
'An' then – oh, jesus! – she turns her head, slow and meanin' that I shouldn't miss it, an' she looks down in my crotch, an' then she looks back it this guy in the magazine, an' then she looks back at my crotch – an' then she shuts the magazine an' she puts it away, an' she twists round in the seat a bit so she's facin' some, an' she says:
'I beg your pardon, but would you allow me to take a look at your penis?' All refined, you know. like she was askin' me what time it was. Only she was talldn' quiet.
'So I figure, what the fuck?
'I reach down an' unzip my pants – goin' careful, cause her askin' that on top of everythin' else-well, I ain't kiddin', it was rarin' up so hard you'd think it was tryin' to bust out right through the front.
'An it comes ram' up, all big an' purple, you know the way it gets, an' she kinda gasps, an' says: 'Oh, my, that's really magnificent!' She knew a good dork when she saw one, that broad, I tell ya!'
Sally thought back to the scene in the car on their way here, and wondered whether this had really happened to Willy, or if it was just one of his cherished fantasies.
No matter – she was curiously eager to hear more!
'So I say: 'You wanna cop a feel, lady, go right ahead.' 'An' she does just that – she puts her hand round it, under the head, like she knows what's what, an' she gives it a nice squeeze.
'An' then, you know what this crazy gash says to me?'
'What?' Jerry's breathing was heavy with excitement.
'She says: 'Would you let me sit on it while we ride?' 'No shit!' Jerry panted.
'Yeah. So – well, jesus, like I said, we're at the back of the bus, an' not too many people about, so what am I gonna turn down some nooky for – when it's bein' dumped right in my lap,' he added with a snicker.
Jake grunted and started to jerk his pelvis slightly. Sally glanced up at his face for a moment and saw that his teeth were clenched, his eyes almost shut in tight, tense slits.
She had the sudden overwhelming urge to see him lose that tightly preserved self-control, to hear him moaning with delight and gasping helplessly as orgasm overcame him.
She redoubled her efforts.
'Yeah, so then what?' Jerry hissed urgently.
'So then – shit, just tryin' it on, you know? I say: 'What's it worth to you, lady?' 'An' damn if she don't say,
