As Diane was sucking Jay's cock in front of the men, the erotic movie had driven George and Susan to do things they normally wouldn't do. Sitting next to Sam and Helen, Susan had taken George's cock out of his pants and was stroking his prick into a state of hardness. George had pulled Susan's panties down to her knees and he was fucking his finger in and out of her juicy cunt, rubbing especially hard against her clit.
Susan watched the screen as she felt her husband's expert finger rub against her clit. An actress was lying on a king-size bed, nude except for a black garter belt and black silk stockings. Susan made a mental note to buy a similar pair as soon as she got the chance. Her fingers traveled up and down George's cock while, on the screen, the actress was having her cunt thoroughly licked by another woman. As her pussy was being licked, she was sucking on a big cock that swelled her throat out.
"Can you believe the way she does that?" Susan whispered to George. "I can't imagine getting it on with so many people all at once."
She was lying. She could indeed imagine getting in an orgy.
Susan looked at Helen and Sam. They were watching the screen, not her. Quickly, she bent sideways in the seat and lashed out with her tongue, whipping it over the head of George's cock. A small drop of pre-come had formed at the very tip and she licked it off greedily, hoping that she could soon have his cock plowing up her hot, ready pussy.
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.
Everyone thought the whole incident was pretty funny, except Helen. She thought it was embarrassing and disgraceful.
"Come on, lover, we can't stop now," Susan said, hiking up her dress. She straddled George's hard cock, her knees sinking into the seat as she faced the back of the car. "I need your fucking so bad!"
Susan grabbed George's cock and guided his prick to her puffy cuntlips. She worked his cockhead back and forth over her pussy until his prick was wet with her slick cunt juices. As his hard cockshaft pushed between her cuntlips, Susan moaned softly, feeling his prickmeat filling her so completely.
"Yeahhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, kissing her husband on the lips. Then, to the others, she said, "I'm sorry, dear people, but I'm so Goddamn horny I just can't stand it anymore. You've got to forgive me!"
Helen spun around in the seat to watch the hot fucking. She was getting just as turned on by watching Susan fuck as she would if she were getting fucked herself.
George grabbed the thin straps over Susan's shoulders and pulled them aside, causing the top of the dress to slither down her arms. Susan pulled her arms free, barring her firm tits. They jiggled and swayed as she fucked on George's cock and he brought one of her delicious tits to his lips and bit softly on her nipple.
"Yesssss! Bite my nipples, George! Ohhhh! You beautiful fucker you!" she chanted, pushing her tits at him. Susan's cunt was sizzling hot. Every time she dropped down on his thick tube of prickmeat, her cunt sent jarring bolts of passion through her body. She bounced on George's cock over and over again, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to keep from climaxing before George.
"You're so hot! Your pussy is so fucking tight! I'm coming!" George jerked his hips up at Susan, meeting her as she dropped down on him.
Susan ground her cunt into George, feeling the rough edge of his zipper scrape against her pussylips. She wished briefly that his pants were down to his ankles, but it was too late to worry about that. Her red cunt was just about ready to burst and nothing – nothing at all – was going to stop her from coming.
"Arrrggghhhhhh!" George groaned as his balls jerked in his underwear. They throbbed and then exploded. His hot come raced the length of his prick and pumped into her wet pussy. Jet after jet of jism shot from the plundering cock's knob straight into the cunt.
Susan, feeling her pussy being showered with George's fuck juice, bounced faster. As some continued to spurt up her cunt, Susan's climax started. Her pussy juice, clear and thin as opposed to George's thick, white cream, trickled down his jerking cockshaft. She tossed her head from side to side, gritting her teeth to keep from shouting. Her whole body convulsed powerfully several times and her pussy tightened even more around George's cock.
When George's balls had emptied themselves and Susan was finally through with her climax, she slumped down on her husband, breathing heavily. His cock was still in her cunt, but she could feel his prick getting steadily smaller and smaller. Finally his cock slipped from her pussy Susan didn't mind because she could still feel his warm jism in her cunt, and that was all she really needed. She looked at Diane, sitting right next to her. Diane's expression was a strange mixture of lust, confusion and envy.
"I suppose you think I'm a real animal. Just a common whore," Susan said, getting off George and sitting properly in the seat. She smoothed her dress over her legs, then slipped her arms back in the straps and covered up her tits. "I really wouldn't have done this if it wasn't for you, Jay. You're the one who suggested we go to the movie. Maybe I can't control myself as well as the rest of you can."
Jay chuckled and lit a cigarette. "Don't put yourself in exclusive company," he said. "When Diane and I went to have a cigarette, she ended up sucking me off in the men's bathroom. There were a bunch of guys watching us and they all jerked off…"
"Don't tell them!" Diane interrupted, hitting Jay on the arm as she sucked me. "One guy even jerked off on Diane."
"You let him do that?" Helen said in amazement.
"Well I didn't want him to come on me, if that's what you're asking." Diane's face was crimson red with embarrassment. "Neither of us had our eyes open and that son of a bitch just stepped up and blew his wad on my face and tits. It wasn't like I wanted him to do it."
"You really sucked Jay off with all those men watching you? Didn't that bother you?" Susan asked.
"No, not really," Diane said, relaxing now and not feeling quite so uncomfortable about the incident. "It was kind of sexy, in fact. I felt like a porno actress with those horny bastards all jerking off."
Sam pulled the car into his driveway and shut the engine off. "Come on, people, let's have a nightcap."
"Yeah, I can use a drink," Diane said with a chuckle. "Jay's come is salty as hell!"
They were all laughing as they entered Helen's house. Helen, though, was still on pins and needles. She was horny for Sam's big cock and wanted to be alone with him. She sat down Indian-fashion on the thickly carpeted floor as Sam made martinis for everyone.
Susan sat in a plush chair and crossed her legs at the knee, letting her slitted dress slide down her thighs. Sam and Jay looked at the glorious expanse of nicely tanned leg, bringing a smile from her. Already she was thinking of how she could convince George to let her fuck one of them while she got it on with him.
"By the way," Susan said, taking a martini from Sam and letting her fingers graze briefly over the back of his hand. "What happened to my panties you so graciously took off me?"
"I've got them in my pocket." Sam handed out the rest of the drinks, then produced her panties from a front pocket. He tossed them across the room to Susan.
"Okay everybody, turn your backs now," she said, standing up. "I've got to put my panties on."
"What difference does it make now?" George asked. "They've seen everything you've got anyway!"
Susan chuckled and slipped her foot through one hole in the panties. When she bent over, her big tits swayed and the men could see how truly large and well shaped they were. She intentionally fumbled around, getting her high-heeled shoe through the leg hole in the panties, so that the men could have a good, long look. She was teasing them and everyone knew it. Finally, after flirting with the men for as long as she dared, Susan pulled the panties up her legs. She made a point of exposing her pussy for longer than she really had to when she slipped the silk garment over the cheeks of her ass.
"You're absolutely obscene," Helen said. Helen took a big slug of the martini, hoping the gin would calm her jagged nerves.
"Of course I'm obscene! But have you ever stopped to think what obscenity gets you? Think of it, Diane and I have got husbands who are completely satisfied, and we're not doing so bad ourselves. Poor Sam over there has still got a hard-on in his pants and your cunt hasn't gotten even a little finger-fucking, now has it?" Susan lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair, showing off her golden thighs. She knew her words cut deeply into Helen, but that's what she wanted them to do.
"I'm just waiting for you to leave, honey," Helen replied icily. "Then Sam and I can fuck to our hearts' content without an audience."
There was some conversation between the six people after that, but the air was heavy with anger and resentment and everyone realized that. After two drinks, the two couples left for their own homes.
That night, as soon as they got in the bedroom, Helen attacked Sam, sucking his prick until she drank his come once, then sucking him hard again and getting fucked until his jism spurted in her pussy. And though the fucking was great, as it always was with Sam, Helen silently cursed herself for not having the courage of Diane and Susan.
She knew that Diane got turned on by fucking in front of someone else, and since Helen wanted to watch fucking, she should have found the arrangement thoroughly pleasing to everyone.
For hours she laid in bed next to her slumbering husband and stared at the ceiling, wondering just what the fuck she would do.