We waited patiently, neither of us in a hurry to arouse the other. We knew the scenes we would shortly witness would be enough to get us started afterward. Right now, I had to remain alert anyway.
About ten minutes after we'd arrived, I heard the door to room 211 shut, and switched on the monitor. This automatically started the videotape going.
Cy Roberts was a tall, lean man. He had one to two inches on me, heightwise, and he probably weighed as much as I. His iron grey hair covered his ears and came down over his forehead sloppily. He had a large nose which looked like it had been grafted on, and when he spoke, his voice was almost fairyish it was so high-pitched. He wasn't wasting any time, quickly shucking his clothing.
The woman looked almost exactly as Byrd had described her. She was tall, about five eight, very thin, with a long thin beak bent a little to the side. Her short hair was stringy and dark. She had tits, but her bra size must have been 32-A. Her waist was thin enough, and though her tummy was small, the flesh was loose. Cy Roberts had to be nuts, cheating on someone like Judy for something like this. She had a fuzzy patch of brown matting covering her pelvis, and when she bent down to pick up her panties, I could see hair running all the way up into her ass.
When Roberts turned to face the camera, an instant before getting on the bed, I could see he had a full erection, and I had been right about its breadth. The damn thing was almost pencil-thin. No wonder my cock had affected Judy Roberts so strongly.
The woman, whose name I subsequently learned was Joan Randall (Roberts apparently had a thing for women whose initials were J.R.) lay down on the bed, and Roberts spread his thin form on hers. They immediately began kissing noisily while his hands stroked her ass and her thighs. I could see her cunt was already creaming, and he was massaging the seeping fluid into her skin. She was getting her jollies from it, all right. Then he started fondling her small tits, going from one to the other, sucking on her enlarging nipples. She hummed and twisted her lanky body, laying back on the bed with a smile on her face, her long fingers running through his iron-grey hair.
Roberts knew what he was doing, all right. He'd done very little yet he had the Randall broad crazy for it. Her eyes were foggy and she writhed and wriggled every which way as he nursed on her boobs while running his hand up and down along her inner thighs.
And Cy Roberts was becoming over-excited, too. Joan spread her spindly legs and Roberts clambered between them. Her long fingers trembled visibly as she grasped his randy cock and rubbed its bluish head.
She ran the skinny prong up and down along the inner part of both outer labia, swabbing it in the hair-lined split like an oversized Q-Tip. Then she began stuffing the bullet-shaped head between the flat labia of her leaking pussy, and tugged.
Roberts pushed and began sinking his pile into her.
"Oooh wow!" she breathed, as his helmet-shaped glans disappeared into her oozing well. "This is… terrific," she muttered, chewing on his ear. Every word was being picked up loud and clear by the microphone of the videotape machine. "I wish… I knew why… your skinny… penis always
… excites me," she told him, sighing ecstatically as he continued pushing his way into her.
His skinny ass quivered with pleasure as he lowered it all the more slowly, feeding his ridiculously thin cock little by little into her oozing pink hole. The narrowness of his cock caused her labia to contract all the more tightly, until his belly slapped against hers. His large, hairy nuts rested against the bottom of her soaking crack, almost tickling her ass.
"Love it," she moaned ecstatically, twisting and turning on the bed. "Christ! What it lacks in breadth it makes up for in length. I can feel it poking into the neck of my womb, and it feels… so goddamn good."
Roberts smiled and didn't bother to reply. He merely sucked on the tongue she stuck out, then jammed his own tongue between her kissing lips, letting her mouth feel as stuffed with his tongue as her cunt was with his cock. In fact, her mouth was probably more stuffed since his tongue was probably thicker than his streamlined prick.
At that moment I felt Debbie's hand creep into mine. I took it and squeezed it. My own cock had grown so hard it was hurting me. One thing I had to say for Roberts. He really had length. The damn thing must've been nigh onto eight inches, and I wouldn't have been surprised if it was tickling her navel from the inside.
He began retreating now, drawing that lean, stiff prong from its warm, wet nook, and her petal-like labia contracted all the more tightly, reluctant to lose his probing proboscis-like prick. Now that her interior had savored his full length it didn't want to part with any of it. His rod was covered with the slavering hot juices of her aching quim. It shone as if shellacked. Her fur-lined hole seemed to chase after his retreating cock as her red, inner labia reached out from inside her body to hold onto whatever was left, and finally reluctantly releasing it.
"I love the way that mirror is angled," I heard her tell Roberts, as she pointed to the dresser mirror a little off to the side. I could see what she meant. It reflected their fucking bodies back to them, arousing them all the more.
"We'll have to use this room again," Roberts told her.
"Yes," she muttered. "You can see everything. Don't you just love watching the way we fuck?"
"Looks great," Roberts admitted, then returned his attention to the serious business of fucking.
He had been hovering above her again, only the tip of his ultra-thin prong inside her clasping cunt. Abruptly, he drove forward, slamming the whole damn prick back into her sopping nest with a single thrust. His thighs slammed against her ass with a loud whack.
"Wowww!" Joan yelled, and I could feel Debbie squeezing my hand all the tighter. Her (Debbie's) other hand wandered over the bulge in my pants, making it all the more difficult to concentrate on the scene I was watching.
Now Roberts drew his mighty long, trim-lined prick back again, once more revealing the white, oil-covered shaft except for its bluish head. Then he stroked in again, and Joan's energetic snatch gobbled it up.
"Christ!" she all but yelled. "I love it, I love it. Keep pumping, lover."
And Roberts kept on spearing his meat into her consuming cunt.
He screwed taking his time, almost in a relaxed way. Each time he sank his pillion into her it drove her flat ass hard against the squeaking mattress. Her already shapeless ass was being mashed flatter. He wasn't slamming into her quickly, but he sure was hitting her hard and deep.
Joan's arms were around him, hugging him to her all the more tightly. Debbie, meanwhile, was getting more and more aroused, and rubbed her knee against my ass. I reached out and gave her thigh a pat.
Little by little Roberts began to speed up his plunges, stabbing her more and more quickly. Joan whimpered, then began tearing at his back with her fingertips. She had no real nails and wasn't able to scratch his skin, but she did leave red welts. Her mouth bit his shoulder, but not deep enough to break the skin.
"Jesus!" she moaned. "Oh Jesus! More, more, more.
Her hands slid down past the bottom of his spine and grabbed the two halves of his plunging ass. Her stomach muscles began to suck her flesh in until it was almost concave.
Now she pulled back her legs, wrapping her thighs over his back, kicking his ass in time to the way he stroked into her. She leveraged her creaming cunt up against his plowing prick with all the energy she could muster.
"I'm going to come," she told him, sucking in her breath. "I'm going to come."
"That's what it's all about," he replied, pounding into her a bit faster.
"Oh wonderful… yessss… terrific… wow… great… maaa… fuck it to me. Stick that pencil as deep as you… can. Oh Lord… don't stop now… I'm… commmmminnnnnggg!"
He didn't change the tempo of the way he was pronging her. The force of his pounding cock remained the same as he shagged it into and out of her at the same regulated fast pace.
Joan's eyes were bulging, her head spinning as she moved it rapidly from side to side. Her mouth was slack her pink tongue dangling from the right side, and she was holding her breath, awaiting the oncoming rush of her orgasm.
Roberts' cock was getting to her. Joan was on the edge of her crisis, her own body slamming against his with every bit of strength she could muster. She held onto his bouncing ass, trying her best to thrust his skinny schiong through her own body so it could stake her to the mattress. Her sludgy cunt made sucking sounds as his cock sloshed into it.
"Now," she yelled, no longer caring who might hear her. "This is it.. . this is it… this is it… oh yeah… wow!"
Joan lost the rhythm as her entire body tightened, her arms and legs surrounding Roberts, crushing him until he could barely breathe. She squeezed and squeezed. Sweat covered her from top to bottom. It made her white, almost sickly skin shine as if varnished.
Now she fell back onto the bed, bones held together in a sack of flesh, shivering and quaking. I could barely recognize her face as sweat continued oozing from her pores, making her look like an oiled, uncooked sausage. She was sighing, inhaling strongly, trying to pull air into her lungs. I can't recall when I've heard a woman carry on so loudly. She was having one wild orgasm, and Cy Roberts hadn't slowed the littlest bit. He continued slamming his solid pike into her squishing hole while she squeaked and quivered underneath him, taking his skinny cock all the way in and loving it.
No doubt about it. This chick was having multiple orgasms. No woman could go on so long on a single climax.
"I love you," she whispered to Cy. "Oh God! I do love you. Don't stop, don't stop. You're so great."
So he speeded up his violent thrusting, stabbing her sucking twat again and again with his rampant sword. He had plenty of stamina. His ass kept chugging back and forth, running his reaming rod into her slippery box again and again. Son of a bitch! That Cy Roberts really knew how to pound away at a pussy. That long, skinny squirt-rod of his was getting to Joan again.
"Cy," she murmured, clasping him even closer. "You've got the justright cock. It's the right length, the right thickness, and it's even the right shape, bent at just the right angle to fit into me perfectly. I wish we could fuck like this all day and night. I just love the way it feels in me. Ohhhh sock it to me. Ram it all the way in. Screw my rectum right off. Oh wow!"
Joan's lewd outcries, ringing in our ears, made both Debbie and me all the hotter. I could feel Debbie's hands squeezing my own rigid tool. She was begging, in a silent way, to be fucked, just as Joan was getting hers. We were both charged up, watching Cy Roberts slam it to his skinny mistress, lost in the physical pleasure of pure tucking. We were getting hotter and hotter, watching the grey-haired man plunge his potent prong into the woman's slurping, sucking cunt.
They were going at it all the harder now. Jesus, what action. Debbie and I had all but forgotten how plain Joan was. The reaming she was getting had changed her, making her look better. They went at it like they loved fuckmg for its own sake as well as for the sake of the fuck partner. And I was getting every bit of it on videotape. Judy Roberts would have more than enough evidence, but I figured I might watch the film with her in case she needed to cool off.
Roberts was stuffing his pencil-thin cock into Joan as it was the last fuck they would ever enjoy, and she was responding in kind, heaving her flat ass high up off the bed, slamming her pelvic hair into the bush surrounding his prick. Now they looked like some kind of toy someone had wound up as they fucked in synchronization.
"Terrific!" Joan was yelling as her flat fanny bounced up and down at a furious pace. Her thighs were taut as her legs stretched out under her, yanking, tugging, and pulling him into her.
Roberts was groaning now. I couldn't see his face, but the way his ass tightened told me he was near coming off. And it affected Debbie too. She had unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing meat so she could play with it all the better. Soon I'd be jazzing her.
Meanwhile, Roberts's heavy testicles were no longer dangling. They were tight, high up, and out of the way, giving us an even better view of the way his thin prong was juicing its way into Joan's slimy crack. The tightening of his nuts meant he would shortly squeeze the sperm from them, filling Joan's aching twat.
Joan knew it too. She increased the tempo of her bouncing, going into high gear, almost absorbing his pounding pudendum. His ass cheeks moved so quickly they looked like something in an old silent movie, tightening and loosening a dozen times a second.
"Wow!" Joan called out. "Oh, wow!"
Her mouth was wide open, her tongue hanging out as her head lolled again as it had prior to her previous orgasm. Sweat slickly covered her skinny body, and her nookie tightened its fistlike grip on his skinny, plunging prick. She was juicing all over the place, soaking the sheets beneath her. His cock had such a sheen on it, it was as if the shine had been painted on. Her thighs and hairy crack in her ass were glistening with her womanly grease. It flowed freely because of the thinness of his pushing peter. It left enough room for her to unleash her heavy juices. Even so, I could bear the slurping sound his pidookie made each time it slammed its way back in. Her pussy was actually gurgling with fluid.
"Fabulous," she told him. "Fabulous. Terrific. Wowowow."
She was really in seventh heaven. She was in a nirvana all her own as his schlong kept filling her. Her skinny lips were pulled way back, and her large, crooked nose quivered as her huge nostrils flared even wider than usual. The hard features on her skinny face were rapturously pulled back because of the way he was ploughing into her. She was slamming her furnacelike snatch up to him with relish, trying to keep pace with him. But he was beginning to move faster than she as his thin tool worked its way back and forth between the lips of her hair-rimmed trough.
He plunged his length in even more quickly now, shortening the strokes. No question about it this time. He was ready for the big jump-off. So was she. The woman no longer had her senses about her. She was a vessel of pure, energetic sensuality, reduced to being a single erogenous zone as his masculine plunderer D and C'd her frothing fuckhole.
Her hands slid up and down his back, her blunt fingers trying to rake lines in his back but not succeeding. She hugged him tightly to her as if her salvation depended on what he was doing. Her skinny, shapeless tits were squashed against the iron grey hairs on his chest, while her long, pipestem legs eeled their way over his back, kicking his rump and urging him to greater efforts.
"Wonderful, thin cock," she mumbled. "Marvelous prick. Made to fit without hurting. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Squirt your come into me. Blast away."
"Almost there," he whispered hoarsely, just loud enough for my microphone to pick up.
Joan was no longer in command of her muscles. Her thin thighs were upraised, her ankles crisscrossed above his hunching behind as she yelled, "Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow!"
His ass was dripping sweat onto the bed, mixed with her lubricating fluid. The split of her ass was wide apart, revealing the tiny puckered hole beneath the reaming pole still moving in and out of her flushed box at breakneck speed. The asshole tightened and widened with each fornicating stroke, moving rhythmically with the stretched muscles of her wallowing pussy. Her furry cuntlips leeched tightly to his pistoning pole, popping out and looking like an obscene kissing pair of lips, then popping back in each time he slammed forward. The inner folds of her slick labia were inflamed with the friction of his pussy-punching cock.
The sight began to prove too much for Debbie, who was already undressing while still holding onto my exposed prick.
"Give it to her already," Debbie muttered, removing her last article of clothing and then using her hands to undo my pants, her eyes still glued to lusty scene on the monitor.
As if Roberts had been waiting for Debbie's okay he seemed to jackhammer his fuckmeat into her at the fastest clip yet, the long, thin shaft plunging into the sopping, dark hole like a solid plunger into a mineshaft. He ran the skinny cock into her with the power of a crazed elephant.
Joan's feet untangled from behind his back and fell to the bed. She had lost complete muscular control of herself and now simply lay there, waiting for her second climax to overpower her as the first climax flooded her box. Roberts hit into her with such energy I thought the bed would collapse.
Now Joan was unable to speak. All she could do was hiss the air out of her lungs as Robert's thrusting became even more violent. His plunges were less than an inch m length as his prick moved at the speed of light, harder and faster. His balls were so tight against his body they seemed to almost disappear into his groin. His ass cheeks were shivering now with the lustful need to unload the semen inside him. He began a violent series of half inch reams, gasping each time his prong rammed into her.
"Now, goddamn you, now," Joan yelled, and Roberts' lanky lob buried itself deep into her gnawing gash. All I could see was the barest bit of tight scrotum, and he looked as if he wanted to push the wrinkled sac into her well.
"Give it to her, give it to her," Debbie murmured her eyes on the monitor, her hands removing my pants and underpants from around my ankles, and her mouth less than an inch from my own drooling cock.
Debbie was going crazy now, The room seemed to smell of the sex we were watching as she lowered her mouth indelicately onto my rigid cock, taking it all in up to the hairy root. I felt my load was as big as Roberts despite my having jazzed his wife a little over an hour earlier.
"Boyoboyoboy," Roberts muttered, his ass tightening and shimmering. His close-to-the-body balls seemed to yank at his groin and then began shaking. He groaned aloud one more time, and then I saw him just crush his cock deeply into her waiting belly, cramming his hair against her own patch as the seed erupted from his pipeline. The spunk jetted into her hungry gash as she yelled, "That's it, that's it. Pour it in. Fill me full of the love juice. Blast it into me, fill my love nest. Don't stop, don't stop. Keep firing.. . I want to feel it… dribbling out of my… throat."
He was pouring out the full contents of his testicles. He'd never be able to keep the cock hard once he'd finished. More and more of the hot, sticky fluid was siphoned from him to her.
The pulsating of Roberts' climaxing cock pushed Joan over the edge for a second time. She lost all her breath in a single, near-bloodcurdling yell as her rising stomach slapped against his own working belly and she wrapped both arms even more tightly around him, clinging to him as if the liquid he pumped into her would give her new energy and life. Her flowery asshole tightened and refused to open as his white, gluey liquid began dribbling from her crazed cunt down into her ass crack. Her outpouring lubricant made the globs of come juice seem even greater, and her pussy lips, no longer raw from the frictioning they had received, were returning to their normal, healthy pink color.
Her voice was less than a whisper as she continued to clutch him tightly while in the throes of an uncontrolled orgasm. Her limbs now began to flop around as if she were a rag doll as she moaned and softened, her whole body almost liquifying. She lay there shivering, completely beyond sanity as her oozing slit tightened and tightened again. She continued coming and coming until it looked as if she'd never be able to stop.
Finally it came to a conclusion, and Cy Roberts' limp, rail-like pecker, now shrunken to a tenth its size, fell out of her twat. He rolled over and lay there on the bed beside her. Neither was able to speak, and probably would be unable to move or say anything for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Now it was my turn.
I grabbed Debbie by her long brown hair and pulled her sucking lips off my throbbing meat. Flinging her back on the bed, I kneeled over her, pressed my enlarged glans to her creaming crack, then thrust into her warm, wet chamber, deep and hard. She put her arms tightly around me and held me to her, saying, "I'll never last as long as those two."
"We're not trying to compete," I murmured. "We're here to enjoy ourselves." And I began fucking into her almost violently.
She clung tightly to my ass, enjoying the way I was socking it to her. She churned her bottom around and around, up and down, in and out.
"Fuck it to me, Fokker," she muttered, biting my ear-lobe. "Come on, man. I've giving it away for free this time. Make the best of it."
I shut her up by plunging my tongue into her mouth, pressing her slim, resilient body to mine, feeling those large tits mash against my straining body. God! She had really large, long nipples, and they rubbed hard against my chest, digging in. Shit! This was a girl made for fucking. She had a nice ass, a slim waist to which I could hold, and those beautifully large breasts I could feel and suck, all at the same time. God, what magnificent, monolithic mammary development.
My burning cock steamed into her soaking honeypot, reaming in and out at high speed. She drew her legs up, flexing her knees and finally throwing her calves over my shoulder. Now I was really into her, screwing away magnificently, enjoying the way her depth enveloped my entire fire pole. She bounced so hard it felt as if she might snap my pounding prick off right at the stem. Her legs crossed at the ankles behind my neck as she pulled my head down, forcing me to plunge into her lascivious cunt to an even greater depth.
"I'm… gonna… come," I whispered, feeling the hot gism starting to rise.
"Not yet," she snapped, "not yet. I'll kill you if you come without bringing me off."
Her ass vibrated like a well-oiled machine as her fevered nest slid up and down my solid cock, swallowing my prong, gorging itself on the meat, gourmandizing. I was the one on top, but Debbie was the one moving. She bucked her churning ass in every direction, yet still maintained her up and down motion.
"All right," she murmured in my ear. "All right. I can feel it. Make me come, and you can come at the same time."
Yeah. Like I can control something like that. Debbie was a great fuck, but what a dumb little twat. I didn't know whether to kiss her or give her a good solid belt. Instead, I slammed my fiery fuckstick into her as never before, making her grunt with both surprise and pleasure. If it had been possible I'd have nailed her ass to the bed then and there.
We chattered our bodies against one another in rapid-fire motion, our stomachs clapping together like Jupiter's thunder, and then Debbie's grasping labia began to strangle the life out of my pushing pecker. The spasming rhythm of her hungry pussy seemed to suck it all out of me, and the new load I'd built up since fucking Judy Roberts went splashing into Debbie's hungry cunt. I groaned uncontrollably as my ecstatic testicles unloaded their manufactured liquid.
"That's it, Fokker," Debbie moaned. "I feel it, wet, deep and hot."
She pounded on my back with her fists while kicking my ass, jamming her twat tightly against my groin. When this girl came, she came. Man was it ever intense. Then we rested, Debbie drifting off to sleep while I dressed and stared at the monitor.