Russ twisted his head this way and that, moving it more weakly all the time. She switched hands, and his face went slack. She kissed him and squeezed her naked tits against his bare chest. She took off his shin and said, "Not a singe whisker, not a single hair on your chest. Have you got any hair in your pants yet? Open your fly, pretty baby, and show me what kind of a cock you've been hiding."

Betty turned to Lynette and whispered, "We're going to see his cock!"

Olive opened his fly and his shorts while he sat in a daze. The girls were in a daze, too. They were craning forward, holding each other's hand very tightly. Out sprang Russ' cock, very big and stiff. Lynette gasped and hid her face in her cousin's blonde hair. Betty was straining to see still more of it, while Olive, with the best view of all, grinne down at the stiff, white prick and said, "Not bad at all. Your cock's not as big as my boyfriend's, but it sure looks like it's hard enough."

She reached down and touched his prick. Russ suddenly exclaimed, "Mrs. Cook! Oh! Oh, no! OH! OH! OH, MRS. COOK!"

Betty gaped and Lynette held her breath as the white stuff came leaping out of Russ' cock. Even Olive seemed surprised by its sudden spurtings. She sat on his lap looking down as Russ' cock jerked and spewed, sending a long, white stream of his jism up her belly and onto her tits. Again and again his cock spurted, while Russ moaned. He tried to hold his cock still, but she grabbed his wrists. It went on spurting, squirting its ropy jets of white while Russ moaned in apparent misery. By the time its hot spurtings had slowed into droolings, his jism was all over Olive's big tits and belly and on the front panel, of her black panties.

"You fuckin' teens with your hair trigger!" she said. She kissed him again, with her tits all over his chest.

Russ looked exhausted. It seemed as if Betty would be disappointed in her wishes to see people fucking. Lynette just wanted to go home and have a good cry. But Olive wasn't giving up on Russ. She knew very well there was a lot more jism where that dame from.