"Under the skirt," she said. "Stick your finger in my cunt!"

I fumbled with her dress until I felt the cool roundness of her open thighs beneath my fingers. I was aware of her hand upon my prick, moving smoothly along the shaft, fucking me with her fingers. I slid my hand up her thigh until I touched her cunt. It was warm and furry, like a small, wet animal. I cupped her cunt, rubbing my hand against her flesh, through her wetness.

Someone moaned. I looked up and saw it was Hill. He had dropped his pants completely, and was naked from the waist down. He was looking at us and jerking himself off. His hand was a blur of motion against the sickly pale whiteness of his naked stomach. His organ seemed lost in his fist and his hand moved back and forth.

His watching me made me feel self-conscious for a moment, but the lure of her body was too much of a temptation. I pressed my hand against her, feeling the thickness of her mound and the heavy growth of hair that covered her there. I allowed my middle finger to slide through her slit, between the wetness of her inner lips. I could feel the warmth of her hole, drawing me like a magnet, oiling my fingers with the discharge of her cunt.

I saw her cunt on the screen before I saw it in person. Bevins had slipped her panties down her legs, and I could see them hanging from her like a crazy flag at half-mast. Her cunt was wide and full, and covered with the darkest, heaviest growth of pubic hair I had ever seen. It seemed to stretch from her ass, up between her legs, over the curve of her mound, and spread out from there in a wide vee, almost up to her navel. Bevins had his hand pressed against it, and I could see him sliding his middle finger in and out.