"Sorry," he apologized again. "This may hurt."
"Go ahead," she breathed huskily, "just get them out!"
Chris inserted a second finger deep inside her. Any pretense of being gentle had abandoned him as he caught hold of the first glass bead. The smooth surface and her extremely wet cunt prevented his fingers from gaining purchase as his fingers rolled the ball around inside her. She was gasping in ragged breaths as he literally dug around inside her, attempting to extract the object. Finally, he hooked his fingers around the first ball and pressed it firmly against the walls of her pussy. He slowly curled his fingers around the bead, and slowly pulled it out. "That's one!" he exclaimed in triumph.
Not wasting any time, he quickly drove his fingers all the way inside her again to retrieve the second Ben Wa Ball. Having discovered the technique of trapping the glass bead against the inner lining of her cunt, the second extraction was much easier than the first as he successfully retrieved the final ball from inside her. Chris held up both glass balls for Bettie to see, then leaned down to kiss her right on top of her clit, running his tongue gently across her slit a few times.
Looking at the clock, he noted that he only had about 5 minutes left to spare. Chris realized that Bettie was firing on all cylinders right now, and was craving release, but he knew that this simply was not the time or the place to fulfill her desires. "I'm sorry, baby," he said dejectedly, "but I don't have any more time to spare. I need to get going in a minute."
Bettie sat up, leaned over, and kissed him. "Not enough time left for this?" as her hand settled into his lap and begin fumbling with his belt.
Chris hit the lever to recline his seat as she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. She reached her hands inside and fished out his rapidly hardening cock. He felt it begin to tingle at her soft touch as she gently stroked him to a full erection while her tongue continued to explore his mouth. She broke their kiss and lowered her head, taking the head between her lips and swirling her tongue around its edges.
"Oh baby!" he gasped, as she lowered her head further. He could feel how wet her mouth was. Her soft, warm tongue danced lightly along the sensitive underside of his penis. Her free hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them. Chris was having difficulty concentrating. He worriedly glanced at the clock while keeping an eye on the car windows for fear of being caught. However, Bettie's talented tongue soon brought his attention back to the task at hand when she bobbed her head completely down on his rod. He felt almost his entire length engulfed as the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat.
Now his attention focused entirely on the sensation of her mouth making love to his organ. One hand went to the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair as his other hand reached around behind her, running between her legs. Bettie stopped momentarily to swat the hand between her legs away. "Stop distracting me!"
"But I want to do something for you too!" he retorted.
"What makes you think this isn't getting me off?" was her reply.
Chris sat back in amazement. He hadn't actually considered that she would be able to get off this way, but who was he to argue? He felt the moist warmth of her mouth engulf his cock once more, as Bettie began sucking him in and out of her mouth with more vigor. Feeling her lips and tongue gently sliding up and down his tool caused those familiar sensations to begin building inside him. The tingling began along his shaft, slowly building in intensity as her tongue glided along his length. Her tongue caressed the sensitive underside of his penis, just beneath its crown. The pleasurable sensations worked their way up to the head of his cock, which now began to swell in her mouth, signaling his impending eruption. "Oh shit, baby, I'm about to cum!" he whispered hoarsely.
Bettie slowly drew him out of her mouth until her lips were wrapped just around his his mushroom shaped head. Chris felt his loins tighten, as he thrust his hips upwards. His balls pulled up towards his body as the first waves of orgasm overtook him. "Oh FUUUUCCKKKKK!" he cried, as he began spurting into her waiting mouth.
Bettie felt his cock jerk with each wave of ejaculation. His warm, salty cum splattered forcefully against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Spurt after spurt erupted from its enlarged head as she gently massaged her hands against his balls and prostate. Slowly, the spurting subsided, and the spasms of his cock ceased. Bettie could hear his ragged breathing begin to slow as his hips relaxed. She gently released his cock from her mouth and handed him a tissue. "Want a cigarette?" she said, a smirk on her face.
Chris could only nod as they stepped outside the car for a quick smoke before he had to return.
