Both Betty and Lynette craned to see, jostling and clinging to one another. Olive pulled her panties aside and tilted her hips up to give Russ a taste of her cunt. He didn't seem to mind it. Just minutes before he'd been learning how to French, and now he was Frenching a cunt and liking it.

Olive liked it. She was moaning and sighing and squeezing her ass, while she held onto Russ' hair, as if she was afraid he might stop.

"Yes! That's right! Once you get a taste for cunt you can't get enough of it! Take it from me – I know. A virgin cunt's the best, but the one you've got your tongue in is damned hard to beat. Do you want to fuck now?"

Olive moaned in excitement as Russ nodded his head, with his trembling tongue still in her cunt. "Next time you can make a meal of my cunt," she said, "but right now I need to be fucked."

"It wasn't so bad," Russ panted, when she moved his black-pantied cunt from his face.

"It was beautiful!" Olive told him, kissing him warmly.

She leaned back and once again drew her panties aside. He was watching avidly and the girls were watching, too. Olive rose up on her knees with his cock in her hand and directed it up at her cunt. Russ' cockshaft was very white, his cockhead very pink in her tanned hand. Both girls winced as she directed his cockhead up between her legs, and they clung to each other's waists harder still as Olive lowered her wriggling cunt down on his cock.

As if by magic, it disappeared. Right up inside Olive's body it went, and its entry was accompanied by a moan of deep contentment tha came out of both Olive and Russ at once.

"Ah-h-h-h! Good and hard and hot!" Olive said. "Oh-h-h-h! I'm actually fucking you!" said Russ. "No, I'm fucking you this time," said Olive, and she began to move her hips.