She pulled her face out of the way, watching with tight lips as her lover's cock barreled into Denise's snatch. She was so close that Connie could not miss any of the action. She saw Denise's cuntal flanges spread to receive Roger, saw the ring they made around the dick as it thrust deeply, saw the labia stretch caressingly as Roger's cock pulled back for a renewed insertion. Cunt juice dripped from Denise as she was fucked royally, and the girl had ceased her oral ministrations upon Connie. Instead Denise lay moaning and sighing, her hands squeezing at her full, lovely breasts while Roger moved that prick of his in and out.
Connie slid back, giving them room. Jealousy gnawed at her heart. Why had Roger gone to Denise first? Had the blonde beauty aroused him so much that he couldn't wait to get into her? They were former lovers. Maybe the old attraction still smoldered inside him. Why hadn't he given his rod to Connie? Why must she now wait and watch? Her lips set in a frown.
But the itching between her thighs was too much to ignore. Connie closed her eyes, a hand dropping into her crotch. She seized a handful of her mound and squeezed it, automatically moving her hand in rhythm with the shaking of the bed from Roger's frantic balling of Denise. As the lovers' pace quickened, so did the frigging of Connie's fist on her own cunt. She felt her breath catching in her throat, a rawness at the top of her gullet, and there was a matching rush in her ears that almost drowned out the squeaking bedsprings.
Denise had her legs high in the air, toes wiggling above Roger's body. Her head flipped from side to side, eyes rolling in their sockets, and her golden hair was in stringy disarray. Spit frothed on her lips, making her moans take on a bubbly sputtering sound. Denise was perhaps half a beat away from a screaming orgasm. She fucked well, too, Connie noticed. The girl just might make it big in porno and go on to a straight career on the notoriety she earned.
If she found the right vehicle. And whatever the hell Roger's new project was, it wasn't going to be Denise Gayle's road to fame. No sir! Connie thought smugly. She was going to act and fuck and suck that blonde bitch off the screen. Denise was little more than a teenager anyway. Sexy, yes, but in the throes of fucking she had no style of her own. Stacy looked much the same when she was having a stiff dick thrown up her cunt.
A feeling, of confident superiority stole across Connie. To emphasize it in her own mind she leaned into the gap between Roger and Denise. With her hands she pried Denise's fists up, baring the big, pink-capped tits the blonde had been caressing excitedly, replacing those hands with her mouth. She caught a nipple between her teeth and chewed it almost to the point of delivering paint and then she switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Denise screamed, knowing that she had two partners working on her, and she clutched Connie's head.
Connie reached with one hand toward the cunt Roger was fucking hell out of, and she let a finger stroke the raw, swollen flesh surrounding Denise's labia. On the other side of the humped, hot folds of tissue she could feel Roger's throbbing dick coursing in and out, and she began to caress there while she maintained her tit-sucking. Denise's breast suddenly expanded against her lips, the nipple quivering between Connie's teeth, and shudders passed up and down the girl's body in quick succession. Her fingers, still rubbing around Roger's lancing cock, vibrated with the ripples of Denise's cunt in orgasm, and the itching of her own unsatisfied cunt became absolutely unbearable.
She could feel the incredible wetness of Denise. How long before Roger could summon a fresh erection, now that he'd obviously dumped his first load of semen into the blonde's hole? Someone was going to have to do something for her, Goddamn it! She didn't care now if she was eaten or screwed, only that she was brought to the wailing release which she deserved.
Connie raised her face. Roger was pulling his cock from Denise's fucked-out cunt. Perhaps if she sucked away the semen which must still coat his cock he could keep his erection long enough to give her some degree of satisfaction.
Her eyes opened in surprise. Roger's cock was redder than she could have imagined possible, thanks to the frictioning of Denise's tight cunt, and it was coated in a slick gloss of juice, but he hadn't ejaculated yet! Good God! she thought. Had Denise spilled all that wetness herself? The blonde was as sloppy as though she'd just pissed her kidneys dry.
But there was no time to think about that. Connie lunged forward on hands and knees, her mouth open wide. She impaled herself orally on Roger's thrusting pecker, feeling the huge wet knob, reeking with Denise's cuntal essence, ram at the very gate of her throat. She'd have gagged then, normally, but this wasn't a normal occasion. Connie sucked him fiercely for a second, till she realized that her cunt needed his love so much more than her mouth. She released him from her lips and lay back, spreading her legs widely, using her fingers to splay her snatch for his entrance.
He fucked her then, burying his cock in one driving lunge, and she raised her head and shoulders from the bed as he seemed to kick her in the guts with his cock. Connie's eyes bulged, her tongue came out, and her face turned scarlet. She looked as if she were ready to choke and all she could say was, "Aaaaahhhh!" It was a piercing scream which was ripped from her heart again and again, until her throat was so raw and shattered the effort of crying out made unbearable spurts of pain race through her head.
And still he fucked her. Connie whined as his slick tool kept moving in and out of her body in a sweeping, dynamic arc. He held her by the pelvic bones, sometimes reaching up to stroke and paw her tits. They were swollen now, unbearably tenderized, the nipples aflame with sensitivity, and she didn't know truthfully if she wanted him to refrain from touching her there or if she'd prefer that his hands grew even rougher. Beside them Denise lay watching, golden silky hair fallen into disarray, her face flushed and excited as she came down from her own orgasmic intoxication.
"Mmmmm," said Denise, fingertips gliding across her cheeks. "Mmmmmm."
How long could he keep it up? Connie asked herself. Orgasms flooded her pussy in quick succession, each tremor causing her heart to flutter in joy and her lips to whine out a shriek of acceptance, and still Roger's tool was buried within her cunt, its barrel thick and long and hard. She could feel his glans rutting its way to the opening of her womb, lingering against her intimate flesh long enough to intensify the orgasmic fever of her response, then pulling back for, yet another thrust.
Connie's pussy was a rippling glove of caressing tissue on Roger's dick. She milked him with her cunt, imploring Roger to abandon himself to release, to flood her cunt with his juices. "Cum now," she whispered. "Cum inside me now!"
She felt his hands grab her tits. It seemed as if a heavy weight lay upon Connie's breasts. She could no longer speak, no longer breathe, no longer do anything but respond. Each time with Roger was better than the one just past, and this time was better than any of the rest. Her cunt could do nothing but jerk in orgasm, and more than anything else she wanted to feel him squirting and foaming inside her. "Please!" she shrilled, the last coherent sound she was able to make.
And then she felt the gut-wrenching, shuddering quiver of his cock inside her. It seemed to twist her internally, to friction a flame into being. But only for a second, because almost at once she felt the first gush of his cream.
Connie's womb opened to receive his seed, but he was full of jism that evening, or so it seemed. No matter how fast her twat sucked up his spunk, more spattered from the end of his rod. His pecker squished in the greasy boiling cum with which he filled her, and plenty of it oozed out as he continued to batter it into her belly. Connie could feel him shooting, she could feel the hot wetness as his stuff seeped from her pussy, but she could not contribute anything further to the session. Response was the only reaction left to her, and she responded.