My zipper opened, and she fumbled with my shorts until she pulled ray prick free. Her hands felt like fire against me: a hot, velvet fire. She squeezed the sides of my cock and began to rub it slowly.
"You're big," she said, whispering towards me.
I looked across at her husband. He had his own cock pulled free, and he was slowly pumping his hand against himself, staring at his wife on the screen. His prick was small; perhaps only five inches in length.
I looked back at the film just in time to see Bevins' hand slipping into the elastic band of her panties. Her skirt was thrown back, revealing her widely parted thighs. I watched the hand slide across her body, moving like a slow wave across her cunt, until it was cupped under her body. He was rotating the hand slowly against her, in a twisting, circular motion, masturbating her with the palm of his hand.
"Touch me," Yvonne said to me. "Put your hand, on my pussy."
Without hesitation, I did as I was told. I stretched my hand across my body and placed it squarely between her legs. I could feel the heat of her body through the dress, and she hunched her cunt up against my hand the moment I touched it. I began to masturbate her with my fingers.
"Under the skirt," she said. "Stick your finger in my cunt!"
I fumbled with her dress until I felt the cool roundness of her open thighs beneath my fingers. I was aware of her hand upon my prick, moving smoothly along the shaft, fucking me with her fingers. I slid my hand up her thigh until I touched her cunt. It was warm and furry, like a small, wet animal. I cupped her cunt, rubbing my hand against her flesh, through her wetness.
Someone moaned. I looked up and saw it was Hill. He had dropped his pants completely, and was naked from the waist down. He was looking at us and jerking himself off. His hand was a blur of motion against the sickly pale whiteness of his naked stomach. His organ seemed lost in his fist and his hand moved back and forth.
His watching me made me feel self-conscious for a moment, but the lure of her body was too much of a temptation. I pressed my hand against her, feeling the thickness of her mound and the heavy growth of hair that covered her there. I allowed my middle finger to slide through her slit, between the wetness of her inner lips. I could feel the warmth of her hole, drawing me like a magnet, oiling my fingers with the discharge of her cunt.
I saw her cunt on the screen before I saw it in person. Bevins had slipped her panties down her legs, and I could see them hanging from her like a crazy flag at half-mast. Her cunt was wide and full, and covered with the darkest, heaviest growth of pubic hair I had ever seen. It seemed to stretch from her ass, up between her legs, over the curve of her mound, and spread out from there in a wide vee, almost up to her navel. Bevins had his hand pressed against it, and I could see him sliding his middle finger in and out.
I looked across at her cunt and compared it with its picture on the film. If possible, the one that I was touching was fuller and heavier than the one in the film. Her hair was like a dark, tangled jungle.
I pushed my finger up, into her cunt. Yvonne moaned as I slipped my finger past her lips. I felt the burning heat of her insides sweltering around the shaft of my finger, wetting it. The passage was wide, well reamed. I could feel the walls of her cunt sucking against my finger, like a hot drain of swirling water. I pushed my finger in and out of her, feeling the muscles come together each time I withdrew and then push apart again as I pushed upward again. I moved my finger like a piston, in and out, in and out.
"NOW!" Hill said.
I looked across at him, thinking that he was cuming. But he wasn't, and I saw that he was giving his wife directions, urging her onward.
Yvonne moved on the screen the same way she moved next to me. She bent her body across mine, bending her top towards my loins. I stiffened as I realized what she was going to do to me. The same thing that she was doing to Bevins in the film.
I felt her mouth open, and her breath billowing upward against the flesh of my cock. I felt her tongue run across the top of my cock, wetting it with her saliva. She rubbed her lips against the side of the shaft, playing her tongue against me as she trailed it upward and down. Her breath was hot and her mouth was wet. She plunged down upon the shaft, taking me wholly into her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hill was almost moaning. His back was arched, and his hand was still moving against his body, pounding away at his cock. The tip of his prick was bright red in color, and I could see the smallest trace of moisture bubbling at the opening.
Her lips tightened around my cock, and I could feel the pleasurable scrape of her teeth on the crown of my cock. Her tongue was moving against me, licking, rubbing, pushing and sucking my cock up into her mouth. She moved her head up and down on my organ, allowing me quick glimpses of the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. She moved upward rapidly until she had almost disengaged herself, and then she plummeted down again, moving slowly, sensually.
I looked up at the screen to see her doing the same thing to Bevins. But his organ was too large for her to swallow completely, and she only could manage about half of it. The rest, the unsucked part, she rubbed with her hands, jerking him off and sucking him at the same time.
I could feel my body tightening in the middle. I began to arch myself upward, pressing myself into her face. I put my hands around her head, guiding her movement and pushing her further down upon my trembling cock.
Yvonne slid completely from the couch and crawled in between my legs on her knees. I felt her fingers tugging at my pants, loosening the belt and working at the snap. A moment later she had my pants open, and she was sliding them down over my hips, pulling my underpants with them. I lifted my body, crushing my back against the couch, and allowed her to pull the pants down my legs. All the while she did this, she was working on my cock her mouth, moving it up and down, eating me with her lips.
My pants were down near my knees, and I could feel the cool caress of air against my nakedness. The coolness was exciting against my burning body. I could see the white tail of my shirt flapping obscenely against my naked legs, making me even more aware of my nakedness.
"That's it!" It was Hill again. "Suck on him! Suck his cock! Swallow it! Swallow his cum!"
His face was contorted with pleasure, and rivers of sweat ran across his jowled cheeks. With his free hand he was unbuttoning his shirt. Once his shirt was off he began to step out of his fallen pants. He was completely naked now.
"Fuck her, Allen!" he said to me. "Fuck my wife! Jam your cock up her cunt! Fuck her!"
Yvonne removed her lips from my joint. Her mouth was wet and slobbered with saliva, and my cock was heavily coated with a thick film of juice. Her saliva dribbled down the sides of the organ, making tiny puddles around the thick base and leaving bubbles of moisture dripping from the ends of my crotch hairs. The air felt cool and stimulating against my flesh, and I began to ache with the need to bury my organ again.
She obliged. She turned around so that her ass faced me. She lifted her dress and stepped backward and up, onto the pillows of the couch. With a leg on either side of my naked body, she began to bring herself down upon my erect cock. I felt the warmth of her pussy against its tip, and the tickling scrape of pubic hair.
"Hold me so I don't fall!" she instructed.
I grabbed her waist, pinching my fingers inward, and I guided her down upon me. I felt the tip slip easily into her wetness, and I felt the sweltering heat of her insides against my cock. She pushed herself downward, and I felt myself slide up into her body, pinning her with my erection. Her body was all around me, and I could feel the cool swelling underside of her ass pressed against my thighs. My legs were together, and she was sitting on my middle, with a leg dangling from either side.