The actress was in the throes of what appeared to be a real orgasm. She clutched her small, firm breasts, her fingers flicking across the stiff red nipples, and she sighed and moaned. Her eyes were slits in her pale-complexioned face, but they were sparkling all the same. Bob's head bobbed between her legs.
"I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice raking Stacy's spine. Her legs encircled Bob's neck and she pulled him into her gap. There was a close-up of her twitching toes that conveyed more of the power of unleashed sensuality than anything else Stacy had ever seen an a movie screen.
The woman jerked and tossed with her release, and then she let go of Bob's neck. Her legs settled to the floor and she pulled at his hands. He rose onto the couch with her, his stiff dick wiggling till she seized it and forced it into her mouth.
She only gave it one hearty suck at first. As soon as she'd wetted him with her spit she let him out of her oral ring and began to kiss his cock from balls to tip and back again. She had his balls in one hand, the other thrust between her legs to attack the moist slit of her cunt.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," Bob grunted in a voice that seemed quite inadequate.
She wasn't exactly sucking it. Instead she was using her mouth on him. There was a difference, Stacy thought. The woman was making love to Bob's pecker in a thrilling way. Stacy felt a warm, wet sensation between her legs and she squeezed them together in an effort to intensify that feeling. The tight crotch band of her jeans rode high, pushed into her slit, and she sighed. Beside her Don leaned close, his arm sliding round her, his hand covering hers on his cock.
"What's wrong, Stace?" he asked. "C'mon this is pretty hot. If you suck me a time or two more, I'll drown your tonsils."
She shook her head. "No, I have to see this."
He shrugged. "Are you picking up pointers? Christ, I can feel that old girl's mouth on me right now. She's damned good, isn't she?"
Stacy said nothing in reply. She just stared.
The woman had her index, middle and ring fingers buried in her slice, working them ferociously as she sucked Bob. Her hips jerked and twisted in a motion that was too natural to be feigned, and Stacy felt cold all over. If this was voyeurism she wanted none of it. But what about that twitching between her own legs, that itch she was trying to scratch with the back-and-forth motion of her thighs?
Bob grunted and came, his jism gushing from the tip of his cock. The woman caught it on her tongue, shoveling it into her mouth. She played happily with the spurting cum, swallowing some of it, letting more splatter her chin and lips.
It should have been gross, in a way. Cum-on-face shots usually were, and Stacy didn't like them. But this wasn't gross. In its own fashion it was beautiful and sensuous. The woman didn't look exploited or used. If anything, she was using the man for her own gratification, milking his masculinity to satisfy her own needs.
Close-up of the woman, with cum on her face. She was licking at the drops which sparkled on her chin, licking with a tongue that the bad color made incredibly red, but her teeth were white as pearls and her brown eyes had a liquid softness to them thanks to the same inadequacies of the photography.
Cut. Now the woman was sitting on the man's lap, her back to him, riding up and down on his once-more-hard cock. He fondled her tits as she bounced, and she fondled his fondling hands. The camera came in for a close shot of the prick and cunt, her pussylips separating as he shoved it up her. Again it was almost too much for Stacy to watch, from its very intensity of feeling, but she couldn't turn her eyes away. Don's penis was harder than ever in her hand, but she had not the slightest interest in sucking or masturbating him. Not now!
The fuck scene was interminable, or so Stacy thought as she watched it. The woman bounced for an eternity on the man's lap, her face wrapped in a blissful expression. She was a sex actress of stunning power. Stacy had never seen anyone like her on a porno screen before, and she was certain she'd never see anyone else comparable. "My God," she said in a law tense voice. "My God!"
"OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" the actress moaned, her head leaning way back. Bob was fucking furiously to keep up with her. He muttered something, and the woman jumped off his cock. She lay down on the floor, her knees up, widely spread, her hands inviting. Bob sprang to join her, his cock shaking, and he dropped to his knees between her legs. In a second they were joined once more, and he was fucking her from above with a shivering desperation that registered vividly on the screen. It figured, Stacy thought. How could he stay blase while screwing a woman as vibrant and passionate as this one?
Stacy was scarcely aware that Don had his hand under the tail of her sweatshirt, that he was trying to stuff it down the top of her jeans. She made no resistance when he pushed downward, when his fingers slid through her crinkly pubic hair. She wasn't wearing panties – they were such a waste of time – and his fingers found her slit almost at once. Stacy jerked when he pushed on her labia, and she heard him say, "Jesus, Stace, you're sopping wet! I've gotta bring you here more often!"
His middle fingertip oozed into her squishy slice just as Stacy brought her thighs together once again. The resulting pressure was amazing, and Don's soft mumble of appreciation proved that he enjoyed it too. She squeezed his cock with her hand, not taking her eyes from the movie screen.
Bob and the woman were hard at it now. She'd raised her ass from the floor and he was gripping her knees as he pull the meat to her. Camera angles alternated between close-ups of their passion racked faces, a long shot of the two bodies at work, and a close-up of the cock slicking in and out of her wet cunt.
Stacy could feel Don's finger prodding her clitoris. The red trigger of her sex was alive with interest, responding well to his caresses. Instinctively Stacy's hand tightened on his pecker and, without looking, she began to shuck his outer skin. Don met her masturbatory caress with a jerking action of his middle finger in her hole. Now he brushed her clit, now he stabbed deeply, riding home in the wet slickness of her inner sweetness. Stacy twisted her hips as he fingered her, sucking him into her gash.
The couple on screen finished first. Bob tried to pull his cock from the woman's hole so he could squirt his seed on her belly – it was required in porno, Stacy knew, for the men to have visible orgasms. His penis was squirting even as he pulled it out, and it shot his sticky goo in wild gleaming arcs. Some of it dripped onto the woman's belly, some of it collected in her pubic hair, and some of it spilled onto the carpet beneath them. The camera was tight on his juicing dick, and he seemed to be cumming a gallon. Was there no end to his jism stock? Stacy had never seen a man squirt that much, and she'd been around.
She felt Don grabbing her head. His intention was obvious and his strength undeniable. Stacy resisted, reluctant to tear her eyes from the film. The last thing she saw before her head was forced into Don's lap was Bob the repairman walking down the corridor, apparently on his way to yet another conquest.
Stacy opened her mouth in resignation and sucked in Don's cock. He was hot and ready, as she could tell from the throbbing swollen condition that met her tongue, and it would only take a few good sucks to get him off. Christ, it would only take one or two more finger stabs to get her off! She wiggled her hips to get him into action and his finger plunged deeply.