Susan circled his prickhead with her slick tongue, working it feverishly over the cocktip that pushed up at her. George, his finger still in her cunt, used his other hand to push her head down, punching his cockhead between Susan's full lips.
By bending sideways in the seat, Susan's legs were kicked out in the opposite direction and she inadvertently nudged Sam's leg. He looked aver and his jaw dropped open. There was Susan, her platinum hair glistening in the pale light, her head in her husband's lap. Sam elbowed Helen and nodded in their friend's direction. Helen, who was really getting hot watching the screen, now turned her attention to Susan.
"Hot damn!" Sam gasped, watching as Susan's bobbing head slid up and down over George's cock. "Would you look at that?"
"I think it's obscene," Helen whispered back. "They shouldn't do things like that in public."
Susan salivated freely around George's cock. She figured that maybe, if her friends would act as a look-out, they could fuck on the floor of the theater. Granted, it probably wasn't the cleanest place to fuck and certainly wouldn't be very comfortable, but she needed George's cock ramming home in her pussy so badly that she was willing to do anything, take any risk, to get what she wanted. Susan's awkward twisting to suck George's rigid prick forced George to pull his finger from her cunt. When Susan felt her pussy suddenly become empty, she groaned softly but never took her lips from the slick cockflesh in her mouth. Instead, she tried to put one foot over Sam and Helen. Her panties though, still down around her knees, prevented her from spreading her legs very far.
"Take my panties off," Susan said to Sam. "Please take my panties off."
Sam looked at Helen. He knew she didn't want him to do it, but he had always harbored a secret lust for Susan and this was his best chance to see her pussy. Was her cunt hair as brilliantly platinum blonde as the hair on her head? Sam used both hands and carefully pulled the silk panties down Susan's legs. He noticed that his hands were shaking slightly with the anticipation of seeing his neighbor's cunt. When he finally pulled the bikinis off her legs and past her high-heeled shoes, Susan put her leg over Sam's lap so her foot rested on Helen.
"I can't believe she's doing this," Helen whispered, wondering what the fuck to do with Susan's foot. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen."
Sam ignored his wife. He was busy staring as Susan's pussy, which was dripping wet and again being stuffed with two of George's fingers. Susan's dress was pushed up to her stomach and the pink lips of her cunt could be seen gently clinging to George's fucking fingers.
"Mmmmmmm!" Susan moaned, tossing her head faster up and down on George's cock. She chewed on his prickshaft with her lips as her tongue tested and probed everywhere possible. Reaching inside the top of her dress, she tugged on one nipple.
"Eat my cock! Ohhhhhh!" George hissed, guiding Susan's pistoning head with his free hand. He didn't care if his friends were watching them. In fact, he didn't care if the whole fucking world was watching them. The woman he loved was sucking wildly on his prick and that was all that mattered to him.
Helen's cunt was really hot now. Pussy juice was being soaked up in her panties, and she vainly hoped that a wet spot wouldn't show in her jeans. If only she was able to watch Susan's actual blow-job rather than just her bobbing head and long, slender legs. Helen's gaze shifted to Susan's pussy. What would it be like to eat her friend's cunt? Helen squeezed her knees together, wishing her pussy wasn't so damnably hot.
"Suck my cock, baby! Chomp on that fucker! Yeah!" George hissed, prodding his wife on. He thumbed her cunt while two fingers were buried between the velvet folds of her pussy. His cock tingled, getting a thorough sucking from Susan's warm, moist mouth. She fondled his balls and they itched, waiting for the right amount of stimulation before exploding a river of creamy jism.
George looked at Helen and Sam. They were captivated, unable to take their eyes off the scene unfolding before them.
Susan curled her legs together then slipped silently to the floor. She got between George's spread thighs and grabbed his prick, stroking his wet cockshaft while she looked up lovingly at her husband.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, unaware that Helen and Sam could hear her. "I need your cock inside!"
"There's no room," George said. "Suck me off for now. When we get home I'll fuck you silly."
"Okay, lover. I'll wait if I have to." Susan ran her tongue over his round cockhead, still looking up at George. She squeezed his prickshaft with her fingers, then put her lips back to work. Tightly, her red lips worked on his hard, pulsating prick.
With Susan now sitting on the floor between George's legs, Helen could watch her suck cock. If Sam even touched her pussy for a second, Helen was sure she would climax on the spot. Her pussy juice would just explode out of her cunt and she would have to face the unbearable embarrassment of having come in her jeans. There was Susan, always the sophisticated one of the three women, wantonly tossing her mouth over a hard prick. The whole weird scene made Helen's whole body quiver with pent-up lust and wild confusion.
Susan's lust-crazed body needed more. Having one cock in her mouth was fabulous, but she craved more. She wanted to be the center of an orgy, just like the actress she had seen in the movie. She took George's cock deep into her mouth until the straining knob was pressed at the opening of her throat, then she reached out boldly and found Sam's knee. Her fingers crept up his thigh until she reached his crotch and there, trapped inside his pants, she found his prick. Sam's hard-on had stretched his pants out and Susan's long fingernails scratched on his twitching cockmeat through the material.
Helen, not seeing Susan's hand in Sam's crotch until her husband was squirming in his seat, grabbed her friend's wrist and tossed it toward George.
"Keep your Goddamn hands off my husband!" Helen hissed, her voice dripping with anger. "Do whatever the fuck you want, but leave my husband alone!"
"Ease up, she didn't mean anything by it," Sam said, trying to calm his wife.
As Susan continued to whip her lips up and down the cock, Jay and Diane returned from the bathroom. What they didn't realize as they prepared to take their seats was that the theater manager had seen all the men leaving the bathroom, then saw Jay and Diane leave afterward. Assuming incorrectly that Diane was a prostitute, two theater employees were just a few feet behind them.
"Excuse me," an employee said, grabbing Diane by the elbow. "I'd like to talk with you for a moment."
"Fuck you!" Jay said quickly.
The employee was just about to get angry when he noticed Susan on the floor, her hand a blur between her legs as she finger-fucked herself while sucking fiercely on George's prick.
"You people are going to have to leave immediately," he said sternly, holding his flashlight like a billy club. "If you don't leave this minute, I'm calling the cops!"
Sam and Helen got to their feet quickly, but Susan and George were too wrapped up in what they were doing to pay much attention to anything else.
"Will you come on?" Helen shouted. "They're calling the police!"
"Damn! Fucking damn!" George cursed, standing up and helping Susan to her feet. The six people stumbled toward the rear exit, hoping like hell the cops didn't come. George's cock was too long and certainly too hard to stick back in his pants so he had to wash outside with his prick standing out like a flag pole sort of pointing his way forward. Susan's body was a mass of quivering flesh and she needed Helen's help to make it to the car.
"I can't believe this," Helen said, shaking her head in disgust at the behavior of her friend. They got in Sam's car, with Helen and Jay in the front and the remaining three in the back. After a screech of tires and few quick turns, Sam had them safely away from the porno theater.