Her hips were nice and round. Olive could squirm them in every direction, it seemed. And this she did while she held her tits in her hands and kept Russ constantly moaning.

"Oh-h-h, my gosh! Oh-h-h, it feels so good! Ge-e-ez, I'm actually fucking you!"

"And getting me hot! Getting me good and hot!" Olive panted, moving her hips even faster. "I'm gonna cum! Your kissing my cunt makes me cum! Oh, what a cock you've got! So stiff and hard, so fucking hot I can't stand it! Look, baby. Look how it's going in through my panties and up through my cunt. Oh, shit! Just look!" She began bouncing up and down on Russ' lap.

Her tits were flopping all around. Betty and Lynette could see them as Olive's torso twisted this way and that in her increasingly frenzied fucking. Russ had a far better view of her tits as they swung back and forth before his face. He clutched at Olive's tiny and very active waist, as if he feared she might change her mind about twisting and plunging her cunt up and down on his throbbing, hot cock.

"Now fuck me! Fuck back at me!" Olive commanded. "Get your ass off that couch, and shove your cock up inside me!" she cried. Russ quickly did as he was told.

His white cockshaft glistened wet with Olive's cuntjuices as they parted and came very quickly together again. Over and over again, the girls saw brief flashes of his cock before it pistoned again into Olive's cunt. Her black hair was in disarray now, flying about her tanned shoulders. His face was showing signs of strain, as if he was laboring hard at some difficult task, but he was moving faster all the time. The girls were close enough to hear sounds of wet squelching as the fucking went on, close enough to smell the scent of real sex. Hip-to-hip and flank-to-flank, the breathless girls watched the two on the couch work as one as their fucking frenzy mounted.