Now that his prod had poked several times between her tonsils, Amy found it deliciously easy to take every inch. In fact, she wouldn't have minded at all if he was even bigger!

She dug her nails into the taut flesh of his thighs and began bobbing her head up and down with faster strokes, feeling her insides quiver each time she chewed into the patch of chocolate-brown hair. A few seconds later, she stopped, tasting a strange, acrid flavor. The steam from his cum-load was etching the back of her throat like acid, a sensation she couldn't explain.

"Are you…" she asked from the side of her mouth.

"Oh… fuck… not yet," Keith said quickly, his words barely audible through clenched teeth. "But… but will you take it in the mouth?"

I already have, Amy thought, confused. She looked through the brush of hair at the pained expression on his face. Then realizing what he meant, she nodded her head. He must be ready to climax. But she had only been doing this for a couple of minutes! Was it always this fast?

She began sucking more voraciously, her anger turned to raw hunger. What would it ate like, she wondered, when he did shoot his load. And would it come out like piss, in a steady stream.

"Get… ready, you little cocksucker," Keith whispered, rolling his body forward, almost into a ball. "God… I'm gonna blow that little dick loving throat of yours apart!"

When he began bumping up and down, punching his cock savagely in and out of her throat, Amy felt her insides tremble. Tiny explosions riddled the back of her cunt, then swept forward, burning around her puckered rim. She rubbed her knees together and choked suddenly as her orgasm burst wildly around her opening. The tiny lips of her pussy felt as if they were being yanked by an invisible hand. She flinched, stopping all movement for a second, then lunged forward with her face, slapping his stomach with her forehead.