BEING A VOYEUR, RITA WAS A NATURAL WHEN IT CAME TO VIDEOTAPING FUCK FILMS!
My panties were already soaked. Watching other people fuck had always driven me crazy with lust, but watching lovers through the eye of the camera was even better.
With a low moan, Tammy placed one foot on a nearby chair. This opened her up wide. I moved around so that I could get a good shot of Brad's tongue sliding in and out of her pulsing pussy. He appeared to be an expert, probing his tongue deep into her hole and then circling her clit with it teasingly before pushing his tongue into her cunt again.
"I think I'm going to cum!" Tammy cried out.
I moved the camera back up her body. Her breasts danced on her chest with her rapid thrusting, and sweat beaded on her upper lip. Her groans came to a halt suddenly and she stiffened. Below, Brad had worked two fingers into her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, making Tammy climax explosively.
And as I fought to hold the camera steady, my overheated cunt was climaxing too!
CHAPTER ONE
The sky outside was growing lighter, bathing everything in our bedroom in a dim, gray light. I moved slowly downward on the bed, pushing blankets and sheets aside as I did so and being careful not to wake up my husband-not yet, anyway.
Eric was naked, his skin slightly sweaty and warm to the touch. His cock was already half hard when 1 coaxed his muscular thighs apart and knelt between them. He smelled slightly sweaty too and that excited me even more. I inhaled deeply and felt myself grow loose and moist with excitement. He stirred in his sleep when I curled the fingers of one hand around his shaft and cradled his tender ball sac in the other.
Wanting to know the moment he woke up, I pumped him slowly, looking from his handsome face to where my hands were busy and back again. He continued to sleep but he moaned softly and his breathing came faster. With my tongue poised over his swollen knob, I vaguely wondered if he thought he was having some kind of erotic dream.
My husband is a successful CPA and from the first of January until the end of April, he hardly has time for anything but work. Of course, I own a chain of video rental stores in the city, so I'm busy, too. People spend a lot of time in front of the tube in the winter and they love movies. During this time of year, my only chance to seduce him is before he heads out to the office in the morning-and I have to get up pretty early to do that. This was one of those mornings.
My thoughts turned to other things as I began licking him like a giant lollipop, loving the way his velvety knob felt against my tongue and the taste of his salty flesh. Running my tongue up and down the length of his tool slowly, I circled it a few times and then used the tip to probe at his slit. I shivered, and the thrill that had been building deep in my stomach spread outward from my crotch down my inner thighs and up to my nipples. They tingled and I tugged at them briefly with one hand.
A sidelong glance in the mirrored closet doors beside our bed told me that I looked just like an actress in one of our many X-rated tapes. Of course, all I could see was my wet lips opening just wide enough to take his wet cockhead into my mouth, my tongue darting here and there playfully. I could easily imagine the rest, though. My rear was thrust high into the air and my legs were apart wide enough to show my dewy pink center to the camera. A sudden, fresh flood of lube oozed from between my legs.
Eric stirred again, interrupting my voyeuristic reverie. He made a sound low in his throat and thrust his pelvis toward my face, silently urging me to take him deeper. His cock was growing fatter and longer at the same time and beginning to throb steadily. I continued to tease both of us by sucking very gently just on the sensitive head of his cock until he jerked to a complete erection. He was groaning now, his hips moving steadily as he searched for my elusive mouth. Every once in a while he would gasp as I tongued his nerve bundle lightly.
My pussy spasmed and another flood of my natural lubrication oozed onto my already wet thighs. My clit was throbbing just like Eric's cock, and I humped the air. My body moved of its own accord as I struggled to concentrate on my oral loving. My husband has a beautiful cock, perfect for sucking. It's not too big and not too small and his cum is sweeter than any I've ever tasted. Forming a tight ring of my lips, I forced them down over his swollen knob and slowly slid my mouth forward. And still, my gaze traveled toward the mirror. This was a perfect sight. My mouth full of cock, my eyes glazed with lust.
"Eat it, baby," Eric groaned and 1 could almost feel the spunk boiling in his balls. "Suck it!"
A quick look upward told me that he was still sleeping (at least his eyes were still closed) and I let him inch even further into my mouth, touching the back of my throat. Both of us moaned as I pulled back, swirled my tongue around him lazily and then took him deep again. By this time, he had both hands tangled in my dark hair and his thick pre-cum coated my tongue, giving me a taste of what was soon to warm my tummy. The thought of him pumping his hot load down my throat thrilled me but I had several other itches that needed to be scratched. And I wanted to watch!
A guttural sound from him told me I was going to have to do something quickly. Pulling my mouth off him completely, I pumped his spit-slick rod with one hand. "Eric," I said. "Eric, wake up."
"I'm awake," he answered and finally opened his electric blue eyes. They sparkled with mischief, and the dimple in his chin deepened with his boyish grin.
"Bastard," I said, squeezing his balls none too gently.
Instead of answering me, he pulled me on top of him and kissed me hard, his tongue probing into my mouth. At the same time, he pinched my aching nipples with both hands and I felt his cock thumping between us. I allowed him to roll me onto my back and writhed in ecstasy as he pulled my breasts together so his hot mouth could cover both the nipples he'd been pinching earlier. He released them after a few moments and stroked my inner thighs. And when he found my bush a tangled mass of wet curls, he tested my readiness with two thick fingertips.
I gasped, jerked my legs wide apart and reached for him hungrily.
"You want to do more than suck, don't you?" he asked with a chuckle as he continued to make ever widening circles just inside of my sensitive, swollen lips.
"What do you think?" I grunted. My body sucked at the teasing fingers noisily, and I shuddered with pleasure.
"And you want to watch at the same time, don't you?" He continued his questioning as he pinched my clit lightly.
Grabbing his wrist with both hands, I forced his fingers deep inside me again. My strong muscles clamped down on him, and I groaned. "I always want to watch."
Eric fingered me like that for a few minutes longer, smiling down at me as I shuddered through another, more intense almost orgasm. Every once in a while a wet finger would tease my puckered anus, making me gasp with pleasure and surprise. Finally, he pulled his fingers free with a wet slurp. He allowed me to lick them and then rolled off the bed, pulling me with him.
By this time, the sky outside had lightened considerably and I had no problem seeing everything as he moved me into position in front of those huge, mirrored closet doors. They cover almost one whole wall. Eric and I have spent a lot of time in front of those mirrors just so I can watch the action. Sometimes he gets into it but not always and not nearly as much as I do. This morning was one of those rare occasions when Eric wanted to see, too. I found myself on my knees again facing the mirror this time while Eric knelt close behind. His still damp cock throbbed against my backside as he reached around and caught both my breasts in his big hands. The brown buds poking out from between his fingers looked as big as pencil erasers.
"Look how those nipples poke out when you're hot," he breathed into my ear, his hands becoming more demanding.
I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. I was thrilled not only by what he was doing and the sound of his voice, but by what I was seeing.
His hands slid downward to my slender waist, pulling me back hard against the cock nestled in the crack of my ass. It felt even bigger than before and I whimpered with need as he humped me gently. Then one of his hands covered my black bush and a single, teasing finger slipped inside. I moaned aloud this time and lifted my leg slightly. He spread my slippery lips wide, exposing my erect clit to both of us.
"Look at that big clit. It looks like a little prick," he whispered, gently nipping at my shoulder.
"Suck it, please," I hissed as a new wave of ecstasy washed over me.
I did not take my eyes off the mirror as he rolled onto his back on the thickly carpeted floor and slid up underneath me. Straddling his face, I could see the top of his dark head and his outstretched tongue. I could feel his hot breath as he used his strong hands on my ass to pull me onto that very talented oral muscle. Unable to control the sounds of pleasure coming from my lips, I cupped my breasts with both hands and let his tongue invade my pussy much as it had my mouth earlier.
Eric knows how much I love to watch everything, and we've practiced enough so that we know what positions show the most action. He turned slightly sideways so that I could see his tongue sliding in and out of me as well as feel it. Watching in the mirror, I could see myself being quickly transformed into a helpless mass of quivering female flesh intent on nothing but release. My nipples grew even stiffer and jiggled seductively as I rocked my hips steadily against his face. My eyes glazed over with lust and I fought for control. I could smell my own heat and hear my guttural grunts of pleasure as the muscles in my thighs bunched and tightened. Lewd sucking sounds came from between my legs.
Eric sucked hard on my clit and just as my orgasm hit, he worked a single finger into my asshole. I watched my body buck and grind, struggling to get every ounce of pleasure out of this moment. When he lifted me off him, handling me like a rag doll, I was still gasping. I remained on my knees on the floor and Eric squatted beside me. Our eyes met in the mirror.
"I'm gonna fuck that pussy now," he promised as he gave his cock a squeeze. His face was shiny wet with my lube and the boyish grin was gone. He was all man now, ready to give his woman exactly what she wanted.
"Yes," I hissed, both hands between my legs. Despite the climax that had just racked my body, I needed more. "That's what I want," I told him, humping my hands instinctively.
"And you want to watch me fuck it, too, don't you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"God, yes!" I hissed again, not knowing or caring what I was saying. "I love watching your big dick slide in and out of my pussy."
As always, our erotic conversation excited Eric but it was the fact that I was going to get another chance to watch us together in the mirror that was driving me crazy. Eric didn't often give in to my voyeuristic whims, but this morning he seemed intent on satisfying me completely. He continued to stroke himself slowly, never taking his eyes off of our reflections in the mirror.
My body was screaming for release by the time Eric lay down on the floor again and reached for me. This time he urged me to turn around when I straddled him. I did so and found myself looking straight at myself in the mirror. Holding his cock steady by the thick base with my widespread pussy hovering just above it, I paused to watch. His ragged breathing filled the room and turned into a little sigh as I lowered myself until his swollen knob was tucked just inside my hot body. My cunt fluttered around it, sucking hungrily.
"Nice," he breathed.
He rubbed my back, squeezed my ass and pulled the cheeks apart gently as I lowered myself even more. In this position, I could see everything, from the way his disappearing shaft stretched my lips wide to his bloated balls. And when I lifted them, I could even see his sweaty little asshole winking at me.
"Eric!" I gasped when my black pubic hairs were entwined with his.
In response, he squeezed my butt again, harder than before, and thrust upward, making sure he was buried to the hilt. I wiggled against him, stroking him with my talented muscles and then lifted myself slightly. His thick shaft appeared again, coated with my juices.
But Eric was in a hurry to get it back inside of me. "Ride it, baby," he urged, his thumb finding my anus and working in a circle against it. "Ride it like you're going somewhere."
His words thrilled me. Almost as soon as I began to slide up and down-on his pole, I felt another orgasm building deep in my belly. It swelled inside me like a balloon, creating painful pressure and yet causing me to want more and more. To prolong this exquisite delight, I watched my breasts bounce steadily. My whole body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat within just a few minutes, every inch of it involved in working toward release.
Eric made a deep, throaty sound that I recognized well. The muscles in his thighs rippled as he bucked upward, ramming his cock into me savagely. His bloated balls scrunched up tight against his body and his cock began to jerk and swell, reaching even greater depths.
Our sounds of pleasure filled the room and mingled with the gentle slapping sounds of our bodies working together. As if in a daze, I watched our reflections in the mirror and the scent of our sex reached my nose, exciting me further. Eric's hands slid around in front of me. He manipulated my clit expertly and guided one of my hands down to his wet balls. I fondled the hairy sac. Then, on impulse, I jabbed at his puckered hole with one of my fingers. Eric moaned loudly. At the same time, he bucked upward into me and his dick swelled to even greater proportions.
"--CUMMING!!!" he warned and the first hot spurt felt as if it filled me to overflowing.
For a moment, I was torn between wanting to watch him squirt and wanting to feel him erupting inside of me. Then I was climaxing, too, unable to do anything but watch in the mirror as my body jerked out of control, my face contorting in ecstasy. Even as our bodies ground against each other, drawing every ounce of pleasure from the moment, I was thrilled to see his silvery spunk oozing out of my pussy and sliding down around his still-pistoning cock. It mingled with my own bubbling lubrication and ran down to his balls. I used my fingers to massage the fluids into his nuts and listened as our groans slowly turned to satisfied whimpers.
When I was strong enough, I lifted myself off his shriveling cock and watched in the mirror as even more of our fluids dribbled out of me. I caught the warm liquid in my hand and rubbed it into the tangled mass of black hairs between my legs. In fact, I was watching myself lick the goo from my fingers in the mirror when Eric moved out from under me and headed for the bathroom and his morning shower.
While Eric showered and dressed, I followed him around, trying to persuade him to stay home a while longer so we could make love again.
"I'd love to, baby," he said sincerely. "But you know what I'm up against."
I knew. Not only was it the busiest time of year for a CPA but the owners of the firm were considering making him a partner. This was a wonderful opportunity to secure our future and my Eric wasn't about to let it slip away.
"And you have things to do, too," he reminded me. "The checks are on the kitchen table and yesterday's deposits are ready to go to the bank."
When you own five video rental stores, something always needs your attention. From employees who quit in the middle of their shift to shipments of new videos that need to be catalogued and put on the shelves, I keep pretty busy. I've also dedicated myself to providing the best entertainment possible for my customers, which means keeping the newest videos in stock as well as the old favorites. Just recently, I've been able to expand one of the stores so that we rent and sell video equipment, which includes cameras, VCR's and all the accessories. That may add to the profits but it adds to the problems, too. Today was payday and I'd promised to get around to the stores early so everyone could go to the bank on their lunch break.
After Eric left, I showered but I still felt strangely dissatisfied. Standing in the bathroom in front of the full-length mirror, I dried off and then dropped the towel. I admired my naked body for a few moments. Then, without even realizing it, I began caressing my high-riding breasts. My long-fingered hands slid downward to my slender waist and then around to my lean hips. They felt good on my damp skin and I let them wander toward the front of my legs and dance lightly up my inner thighs. My legs parted slightly of their own accord. The film of steam gave my naked body a soft, hazy look that I found enjoyable.
"Not bad for a 30-year-old," I told my reflection with a coy smile.
Still standing in front of the mirror, the harsh florescent lights illuminating me, I combed my bush with my fingertips. My thighs parted wider and I shivered with pleasure. The neatly-trimmed black fur was halved neatly with two pink lips, and I tugged playfully at the curls. There was my slippery nub, already growing erect. I slipped a single, teasing finger into my pussy and it was immediately coated with my hot juice. Then I pulled it out, brought it to my lips and licked. Moaning at the taste of myself, I used my wet fingertip to stimulate my clit even further.
The steam was almost gone. The mirror cleared and I was amazed at the change in myself as I continued to rub my most sensitive spot. My green eyes grew a shade darker, my cheeks were flushed and my nipples were stiff peeks. I bit my lower lip and pushed two fingers deep inside of me. God, it felt good and I watched in the mirror as I humped my hand slowly.
However, my fingers weren't going to do much good this time. I needed something bigger-needed to watch something bigger. As I stood there, fingering myself, I remembered leaving my very special sex toy in the linen closet under the towels. This was one that even Eric didn't know about. Stepping toward the door, I opened it and smiled at myself in the mirror as I fumbled around under the stack of towels. My smile broadened when my fingers curled around the thick, rubbery shaft and I pulled it toward me.
How I must have looked as I cradled my rubber lover in both hands. 1 remember catching my lower lip in my teeth as I remembered what fun I'd had with it before. My heart pounded as I stroked the flesh-colored shaft with the simulated veins running up and down the length. It had a huge knob on the end and was flexible enough to feel very, very much like the real thing. My pussy spasmed as I stroked it lovingly. What was most amazing about this toy, though, was that it had a suction cup on one end, enabling me to fasten it securely to almost any flat, smooth surface and bring myself hours of pleasure if necessary.
Turning toward the mirror again, I held the toy between my breasts. What a sight, I thought as I squatted on the floor! Not only did it look like the real thing, it almost felt that way. I smiled at the sight of my lean thighs spread wide to reveal my dark-haired pussy glittering with wetness. With my free hand, I scooped up some of my natural lubrication and smeared it onto the rubber dong. Moaning softly, I allowed my fingers to return again and again to the overflowing spot between my legs and soon the dildo was slippery wet.
"Now," I sighed.
Acting on impulse, I pressed the base of the cock securely against the mirror. It looked almost alive and I spent some time licking and sucking it, watching myself closely. It occurred to me that I would love to watch someone performing that kind of oral loving on my husband. Seeing his cock grow thick and long as her lips surrounded it would be even more exciting than watching myself in the mirror.
My aching pussy reminded me that it needed some attention, and I suddenly got the wildest idea. I stood up, turned around and bent over. Now, all I had to do was look over my shoulder. There were my swollen pussy lips, dripping with honey just at the end of the sex toy. Reaching between my legs, I used my fingers to spread myself slightly, and then I backed up. God, what a thrill it was to watch the tip of the fake cock disappear inside of me, stretching my pussy lips wider and wider as it burrowed deep. My own body heat was warming it quickly and I could actually see my pussy lips clinging to it as I pulled away, allowing some of the shaft to reappear. Soon, I was rocking back and forth, watching the rubber dong grow wetter and wetter with my flowing oils. My butthole winked at me in the mirror and I shuddered with delight.
But, from months of experience, I knew of a better position from which to watch. Removing the dildo from the mirror, I squatted and placed the suction cup securely onto the tiled floor. When I looked at my reflection again, it appeared that I was fondling a very, very wet cock that had sprouted up out of the tiled floor. Keeping my eyes on the erotic sight in the mirror, I moved forward and knelt over the dildo. Rubbing my clit with my fingers made me gasp and then, teasing myself, 1 began lowering my body onto the fake dick.
Now, that was a sight: My dripping pussy hovering just over the cockhead for a few seconds and then slowly enveloping it, squeezing it as I slid downward. I groaned when it had almost completely disappeared and allowed my hands to go to my tingling nipples. Squeezing my breasts together, I noted that my eyes were glittering feverishly and the tip of my pink tongue moistened my lips often. My groans grew louder as I began moving up and down and beads of sweat appeared on my upper lip.
"Yes," I hissed as I worked my body a little faster.
The muscles in my thighs rippled seductively as I rode my imaginary lover. With my groans quickly turning into animal-like grunts of pleasure, I allowed my hands to slide down my flat belly to the black tangled mass of curls between my legs. There, completely enthralled by the sight, I held my lips apart and watched my clit throbbing steadily.
Thick wet sounds came from between my legs and my hard-nippled tits danced on my chest as I bounced up and down on the fake dick. When my scarlet-tipped fingers began pinching my clit, I felt the first waves of orgasm rush over me. I worked my hips in a little circle as my orgasm built, subsided and built again. Finally, it hit, shaking me to my roots and causing me to cry out with pleasure. My body bucked and jerked and then stiffened and I watched everything, which only added to the thrill of the whole episode.
After reluctantly returning to earth, I hid my toy under the towels and went into the bedroom to dress. Once there, though, I glanced at the clock. There was still plenty of time before the bank opened. No need to be in a hurry. That's when I remembered I'd brought home some X-rated movies to preview.
"It's a tough job but someone has to do it," I said to myself as I headed for the den.
CHAPTER TWO
So far, watching my husband make love to me in front of the mirror, watching X-rated movies and masturbating in front of the mirror was as far as I'd gotten in catering to my rapidly-growing voyeuristic tendencies. I was considering installing a video camera in our bedroom so I could tape our sexy sessions, but that was something I was going to have to talk Eric into first. Another desire of mine was to watch Eric with another woman, but I knew I was light years away from that treat.
Still naked, I padded through our tastefully furnished house to the den where our elaborate entertainment center dominated the room. From a big screen TV to a modern, state of the art CD-stereo system, we had everything we needed right here at home.
The tapes were lying on the end table right where I'd left them. I picked up the first one and studied the box. It was called "Back Door Betty" and the pretty blonde on the cover was on her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder with a sexy pout on her face and hunger in her eyes.
"Let's see what you've got, Betty," I said, popping the tape into the VCR.
Settling back in Eric's big recliner with the remote in my hand, I pressed "Play." The screen lit up and there was the blonde taking off her clothes in front of a naked man. The sight of her pert, candy pink nipples excited me as much as seeing his hand moving slowly up and down his growing cock.
When she was down to her garters and high heels, he motioned for her to come closer. She did so readily. Sliding his hands up her trembling inner thighs, he urged her legs further apart. Then he spread her lips wide, showing her most private parts to the eye of the camera. She was wet and ready and her clit looked to be the size of Ohio. A single finger disappeared inside of her, bringing a low moan from her lips. She squeezed her oversized breasts together and moaned again when he added a second finger to her pleasure hole.
"You've got a hot little pussy," he said, sounding very sincere as he slowly withdrew his fingers.
"And I want your hot cock in there," she whimpered and sank to her knees. "Let me suck it, first."
Every man's dream, I thought as I squeezed my own tingling pussy. My male customers were going to love this.
The first thing he gave her to suck was his fingers, which were still covered with her juice. She moaned at the taste of herself and then slithered her tongue around and in between his fingers seductively. Pressing her hard nipples against one of his knees, she ran her hands up his muscular thighs.
"You'd better suck it. It needs to be good and wet to get where I'm going with it," said the faceless man.
I recognized his voice from a dozen other sex films I'd seen recently and felt my body respond with a little shiver of delight. The tingling between my legs was growing and I spread them wide, humping the air instinctively. I fondled my own breasts, feeling the nipples grow harder as I watched the starlet take his cock into her mouth. She was almost timid at first.
All I kept thinking about was that that was how I'd looked when I used my mouth on Eric and the dildo earlier.
The star leaned back against the sofa cushions, giving his lover all the room she needed. She began to bob her head steadily. She took him deeper with each movement until finally her face was buried in his crotch. Her lips were stretched wide around his thick rod and the little sucking sounds coming from the TV mingled with my soft moans.
"Let me see how wet that pussy is," he said.
She freed him with a tantalizing slowness and finally slid her mouth down to tongue his balls before lying down on the carpeted floor. His spit-slick prick slapped his lower belly wetly. It was beautiful jutting up out of his nest of dark curls with pearly droplets glistening on the tip. The camera was looking over his shoulder so I could see him stroking himself as the starlet exposed herself to him for the second time. That's when the camera zoomed in for a close shot. She was indeed wet, her clit bigger than before and throbbing. Her lips were bright pink and swollen with need. I glanced down at my own widespread pussy to see my dark silky curls halved neatly by puffy, red lips. My erect clit throbbed just like the one on the screen. I gasped and jumped when my wet fingertips touched it.
"You know what to do," the man intoned. All I could see was his upper arm, but it was obvious he was pumping himself faster.
Whimpering helplessly, the starlet dipped into her pussy with two fingers and smeared the thick ooze downward to her asshole. Her whimpers turned to groans as she repeated the process several times and finally ended up pushing her natural lubrication up inside of her butthole. There were lots of close-ups and the camera work was well-done as well as creative. I could almost smell her heat and found myself working a finger in and out of my own rectum slowly. Even though Eric fingered me there on a regular basis and had -rimmed me, he had never actually fucked my ass. As my busy fingers returned to my pussy, I promised myself that was something else I was going to get him to do very soon.
"Are you ready?" the man grunted as he went to his knees on the floor.
"Yes, please," she whimpered.
The star, a big, broad-shouldered hunk, pushed her legs even wider and higher and guided his cock to her very wet butthole. The camera zoomed in for a close up and his cockhead looked enormous next to the small opening.
Despite the fact-or maybe because of the fact-that this film was really turning me on, part of my brain was thinking about business. Besides the interesting camera angles, the acting was pretty good, too. The woman on the screen was pretty but not outlandishly so and the star was one I'd heard mentioned by several of my female customers before. Even as these thoughts whirled through my head, I kept my eyes on the sexy scene.
Sliding lower in Eric's chair, I added a second finger to my own rectum and inched them deeper.
"Give it to me," she all but demanded after he had teased her for a few moments with his cockhead. "I want all of your big, hot cock in my ass."
My moan echoed hers as he thrust forward, forcing his fat knob inside her small opening. As the first few inches of shaft disappeared, my body convulsed uncontrollably. The camera got a close-up of her wide-open pussy spasming. The clear lube gushed out, running down her crack and lubricating them further. I shuddered through two or three small orgasms before the stud had burrowed his way completely inside-of her ass. This was indeed hot, anal sex, just like one of my customers had requested. Even though he was pretty hard to please, I didn't think he was going to be disappointed in this one.
When the man on the TV screen began fucking her steadily, his face covered with sweat, I decided I needed the vibrator, too. My bumpy, flesh-colored friend was kept close at hand in the drawer on the table between the chair and the sofa. Without taking my eyes off the TV, I retrieved my faithful movie companion and brought it to life by twisting the bottom slightly.
On the TV the couple were fucking steadily now. Their sexy sounds of pleasure filled the room. His face was a mask of lust, hers was contorted in pain or ecstasy or both. 1 returned to my original position, half-sitting, half-lying with one leg draped over the arm of the chair, my pussy wide-open and ready. I gasped as I ran the buzzing sex toy up and down my wet slit, moving closer and closer to my tingling butthole with every trip. The actress was squealing with delight, her pretty butt bouncing all over the carpet. Her lover was shoving his cock deep into her bowels while she worked her clit with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other.
I gasped and whimpered as I wet the tip of my sex toy with my mouth and then pushed it against my butthole. Working it in a circle, I applied steady pressure, finally feeling it begin to slip inside of me. Then, at the last moment, I pulled it back and returned it to my wide open cunt. My first ass-fucking was going to be with Eric, no matter what, I thought as I plunged the vibrator deep inside of me again and again. Watching the couple on the screen excited me beyond belief. My fingers returned to my butthole and I soon forgot about anything except the bolts of excitement racing up and down my body. The buzzing toy was so slippery with my bubbling juices, I could barely hold onto it and the chair squeaked rhythmically with my steady humping.
The actress orgasmed twice more before the couple changed positions so that he was reaming her rectum from behind. He slapped her upturned bottom from time to time and she loved that, too. My own grunts and groans mingled with the animal sounds of sex coming from the speakers. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as I rubbed my clit wildly and underneath it all was the muffled droning sound that came from the vibrator embedded in my pussy.
The actor was getting ready to shoot. She squealed when he pulled his cock from her writhing body abruptly. Looking back over her shoulder, she watched as he jerked his hand up and down on it quickly. Aiming the knob at her still gaping butthole, he howled as he began spurting. His healthy streams of thick, white spunk splashed against her, glistening in the lights and running down her sweaty behind.
Cum shots are my favorite and seeing him shoot like that set me off. Pinching my clit hard while the vibrator throbbed in my pussy, I gyrated wildly on the chair as waves of sexual pleasure rushed over me. My groans of release filled the room and I was lost in oblivion for a while. When I caught my breath, the couple were already starting another scene. The starlet was preparing to give all the men in a smoke filled bar a chance at her butt.
Pulling the vibrator from my cunt, I tossed it aside and picked up the other new tapes. I didn't need to see much more of this to know that it was going to be one popular flick. I have many customers (mostly men but some women) who rent fuck films on a regular basis so I always try to keep a fresh supply in stock. Their demands are great, and from what I'd seen so far, my adult customers were going to thoroughly enjoy these. Checking the cover again, I noted they were from a production studio I'd never heard of before. I repeated the name to myself so I would remember it later when I could look through the catalogs and order more of them.
One tape was about college kids at the beach. I stood in front of the TV and scanned it briefly, noting the young, hard bodies of the men. The women were going to enjoy this one, as well as two or three of my customers that 1 suspected of being gay. There was another tape about two young women on the prowl and the scenes I stopped to look at were done well. The two of them seemed to always be working together on the same man or at least having sex side by side with their lovers.
When I picked up the last film, my hands began to shake. The title was "Watching" and when I realized it was about a voyeur, a young woman who liked to watch, I knew I was going to have to take the time to sit down and watch at least part of it.
I returned to my spot in the recliner as the movie began. Before the first scene had ended, I was buzzing my clit with the vibrator again. A beautiful young woman lived in a house with several other women and she had accidentally walked in on one of them with her lover. It was purely by accident, but the starlet found herself enjoying it. She stood just outside the door, pulled up her skirt and masturbated while watching the couple fuck, in various positions, all over the bed. How many times had I longed for and daydreamed about being in the same situation!
The camera work was so well done, I actually felt like I was right there. It switched back and forth from the voyeur, her very wet pussy and busy hands, to the couple who certainly knew how to show the camera every wet, delicious detail of their fucking. When he climaxed, his spunk covered her breasts and ran in creamy, white rivulets down her flat stomach to her freshly fucked pussy. And, as I had done earlier with Eric, she massaged his offerings into her skin and then licked her fingers.
Again, the camera angles were perfect and the sex wasn't contrived or faked in any way. This was the real thing tastefully done.
Even though the vibrator kept me teetering on the brink of orgasm, I prolonged my pleasure and forced myself to watch the next scene. This time, the young woman hid in the closet of one of the bedrooms and waited. Soon, a couple came into the room and began undressing. As the woman stripped for her lover, the voyeur in the closet did the same. When the woman stood before him fondling her rigid nipples, the girl in the closet did likewise. And when the woman took her lover's cock into her mouth, the girl in the closet sucked on her dildo. The shadowy interior of the closet only added to the erotic scene. I swallowed hard and shuddered through a series of mini-cums that left me weak and wanting more all at the same time.
Soon, the very vocal couple was on the bed and the woman was squatting over her lover's rigid pole. By this time, the watcher in the closet was working a second dildo in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Humping it steadily, she kept her eyes glued to the lovers in the room. She looked like she was ready to lose control any moment.
I wasn't faring much better, my body bouncing all over the chair. Part of the thrill was coming from my vibrator, but most of it was fantasizing that the voyeur was me. When the woman in the closet climaxed, I fought for control. Yet, I lost it completely when the woman on the bed climbed off her lover's cock and began pumping his slimy shaft frantically with both hands. She aimed his squirting cockhead at her wide open mouth and both of them groaned as his long, thick spurts coated her tongue and dripped down her lips and chin.
My batteries were just about gone but that didn't matter to me. The vibrator was pistoning in and out of my hungry hole and I rocked my clit wildly with my free hand. Finally, with one last anguished sound, my most intense orgasm of the morning swept over me. I stiffened and then my whole body began to jerk, mimicking the woman in the closet perfectly.
When I finally looked down, I saw that a fine sheen of sweat covered me and I really needed to take a shower again. I lay there for a few moments, struggling to catch my breath while the tape played on.
The action started up on the screen again. This time, the young woman was peeping into a bathroom watching a man shave his lover's pussy. The harsh, florescent lighting gave the scene almost a medical look and yet it was thrilling, too. He would shave a while and then kiss her naked lips gently. Finally, by the time she was completely bare, he was pinching her erect clit with two fingers and tonguing her pussy.
The camera switched back and forth again only this time, the voyeur was getting the same treatment from a man down between her legs.
"What are they doing now?" he asked, pulling his face away from her momentarily. His cheeks and chin were wet.
"He's licking her from one end to the other," she gasped in reply and reached for his head with both hands.
Arching my back, my own body responded as if I were in her place.
They switched places after a few more minutes and then he was getting the oral treatment while watching the couple through the bathroom window. By this time, they had moved to the tiled floor and his lean, hard body was pumping wildly between her legs. The camera shots were, again, wonderful showing everything from his swinging balls to the way her pussy pulsed and fluttered around his very wet cock. And their grunts and groans echoed slightly as if they really were in a bathroom.
"Now they're fucking," the man at the window told her.
"I want to see," she moaned around his meat, and soon her face appeared at the window again.
The man on the floor had placed his lover's legs over his shoulders and was pounding her pussy to a squishy pulp. It was obvious from the look on the woman's face in the window, that she was getting the same treatment from a different position. Her eyes glittered feverishly as she watched the lovers below.
I found myself masturbating again although not as frantically as before. I was thinking about how much I would love to watch something like that for real. And it would be even better if Eric was the man. I did not really get into it wholeheartedly until the man on the bathroom floor pulled his cock free. Pumping himself furiously, he fired long, thick streams of spunk all over the writhing, gasping woman beneath him while she brought herself off with her fingers.
Almost immediately, the woman's face in the window became a mask of lust. The camera shifted to the scene outside and depicted her fingering herself while her lover emptied his balls all over her busy hands.
As my final orgasm of the morning shook me to my roots, I realized that was exactly what I longed for. Watching people fuck in movies was fine. Watching my husband and myself in the mirror was fine but my voyeuristic needs were growing larger, becoming more demanding every day. I was going to have to do something-soon.
The tape was almost over-orgy time-and that's when I discovered that the woman on the bathroom floor was married to the man watching. The whole thing had been set up. Great camera work, pretty good acting and a plot, too. I was definitely going to order more films from this company. Not for the first time, I began thinking about a way to ask Eric to let me watch him with another woman. I was sure he wouldn't give in right away, it would take a lot of persuasion. And then there was the question of finding a woman I could trust. As my mind went over the list of women we knew, I began contemplating asking other couples, friends of ours, to let us watch. That would be a good way to get started and then I could talk Eric into switching partners.
I would have loved to watch more and would have willingly sat through the whole thing again, climaxing endlessly, had I not looked at the clock. There was just enough time to get dressed, get to the bank and make the rounds so that I could cover while my employees went to the bank.
I promised myself that I would come home early and work on my voyeuristic plans some more. Placing my vibrator back in its usual spot, I made a mental note to buy new batteries. Then, I headed for the bedroom. Just as I stepped into clean panties, I heard what sounded like a car door closing and, seconds later, someone knocked loudly on the front door.
The sound startled me. And the knocking continued with such intensity that I hurriedly cinched the belt of my silk robe around me. For some reason, my hands were shaking so, I could hardly tie the knot. All of my video deliveries were done at the office and I wasn't expecting company. This had to be someone lost or....
"Who is it?" I asked, when I reached the front door.
"Chad Westgate," came the answer.
Relief flooded over me when I recognized the voice of the kid who lived down the street. He was in his second year of college and often did odd jobs for Eric when he came home on a break. I opened the door and motioned for him to come inside.
"Your husband asked me to come over and do some work around the yard today," he explained as if he sensed that he had frightened me.
"I guess he forgot to tell me," I said, noting how much he seemed to have matured since last summer. He was no longer the skinny kid who had delivered our newspaper on his bike. This was a man, as evidenced by the way his well-developed chest filled out his pristine white T-shirt. His muscular biceps stretched the fabric of the sleeves. And, from the confident almost cock-sure look in his eyes, he had discovered a few things since I'd seen him last. "But since you're here, I have a couple of things I'd like to get you to do for me. I'll be happy to pay you in advance."
Chad shrugged broad shoulders and followed me into the kitchen. "No problem," he said.
I stopped at the table, tore a sheet of paper from a tablet and jotted down a few additional chores. "What a way to spend spring break, huh," I said, handing the list to him.
"It could be worse," he said and glanced quickly at the chores I'd written down.
As I reached for my purse, my robe slipped open slightly. I made no move to close it again but glanced at Chad out of the corner of my eye as I counted out some money. A shiver of excitement ran through me when I saw the sexy grin on his face broaden. He hadn't missed a thing! What a treat it would be to teach this young man a thing or two. As my thoughts swirled out of control, I began to tremble.
"Thanks," he said, taking the money, and then headed for the door.
"There are drinks in the fridge for later," I offered in a last ditch effort to keep him there in the house.
But he was already moving away from me, walking like a big cat with smooth, effortless movements. As I watched his tight-denim-covered ass cross the room, I seriously considered untying my robe and letting it fall to the floor. Would he come back to me? Part of me was sure he would but still there was some doubt.
Chad stopped when he reached the door and turned toward me as if he wanted to say something more.
I remained where I was standing by the table. My robe had slipped open further and I was sure he could see the damp skin between my breasts. Without looking I knew my erect nipples were making sharp points in the thin fabric. Surely he could see the unspoken invitation in my eyes.
"Is there gas in the mower?" Chad asked at the last minute.
"Yeah," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I think so."
"Great. See ya." And then, with a wink, he was gone.
I took a deep, shaking breath. My knees were weak as I walked back to the bedroom. The crotch of my clean panties was wet and I changed them quickly. I shook my head, surprised at my quick reaction to a hot, young body. Now, I understood why those older women preferred movies about young studs.
That's what I was thinking about as I finished dressing in slacks and a sweater to go downtown. "I could have seduced him," I said to myself in the mirror as I put the finishing touches on my make-up.
As I climbed into my red sports car parked in the driveway, Chad was already hard at work restacking the wood we used for the fireplace. "Make yourself at home," I called out to him.
He stood up, waved and wiped his sweaty face with a red bandana.
"Don't forget to lock it up when you leave." He gave me the thumbs up signal and returned to his work.
I sat there for a few moments with the car running, squeezing my legs together and watching him. The muscles in his arms rippled seductively and I could see a wet patch of fabric between his shoulder blades. Suddenly, he stopped, pulled his shirt out of his jeans and peeled it off of his lean, hard body. I gasped at the sight of his rippled stomach and that deeply tanned chest. When I caught my breath, I saw that he was looking at me as if waiting for me to make a decision.
CHAPTER THREE
Swallowing hard, I put the car in gear and backed out of the driveway. Instinctively I knew the quicker I got away from there, the better-at least for right now.
Still the vision of his half-naked body stayed with me all the way to the bank. That's when it dawned on me that perhaps there was another reason Chad was acting a little different toward me. What if he had been watching me masturbate? A shiver of excitement raced through me and I squeezed my thighs together harder as I pulled up to the drive-in window. The thought of that handsome young man watching me in the throes of ecstasy was not an unpleasant one.
As usual, Eric had everything in perfect order and I finished at the bank quickly. Leaving there, I delivered paychecks to employees at the two stores farthest away and talked to my two managers, Monica and Jeffrey. All was calm on that front. Jeffrey had a few complaints, which was normal, and Monica gave me a broken tape to return to the distributor. As I left that store, she cheerfully greeted a customer. Monica's pretty, heart-shaped face and sweet smile kept the male customers happy, maybe even brought them back again. Whatever the reason, her store was by far the more successful and I said a little prayer of thanks.
It wasn't until I was headed for my main store and office that I remembered the special customer who was coming by to get the anal sex video at noon. I'd left it at home with the others. At first I thought about calling Chad from the car phone and asking him to bring it down to the store. Then I reconsidered. He was probably outside working or maybe already gone. Groaning in frustration, I turned my car around and headed back through town toward home.
To my surprise, Chad's car was still in the driveway when I arrived. He was nowhere to be seen outside so I went in through the back door and stepped into the kitchen. I was halfway to the den when the sound of a woman's throaty moans of pleasure reached my ears. I stopped and smiled to myself. Chad had found the video tapes and was watching them. Maybe, if I was very careful, I could catch him masturbating! I just had to make sure he didn't see me first.
Moving silently across the carpeted hall, I stopped at the open door leading into the den. The moaning was louder now, definitely coming from the TV, but Chad wasn't masturbating. In fact, if things worked out well, he wouldn't have to masturbate at all. Chad had company. A beautiful, young blonde was stretched on the sofa beside him. Her T-shirt was pulled up to reveal ripe, hard nippled breasts. Chad had his face buried between them, licking the sensitive skin there. Even as I watched, he unzipped her jeans and worked a hand inside.
"I've never seen anything like this," she said softly. Even though her eyes were glued to the TV screen, she was running her fingers through his thick, sun bleached hair. Gently, she urged him to take her nipple into his mouth. The candy pink bud grew even harder when he moved to the other. She lifted her hips to allow him to push her jeans and panties down around her thighs. When her neatly-trimmed, honey colored bush was exposed to my gaze, I realized my whole body was on fire. Finally, I was going to get to watch two people fuck!
Chad circled her nipple with his tongue as he slid a finger into her pussy. It was wet when he pulled it free and then worked it in a circle just inside her liquid opening. After a few moments of this, she was humping his hand, moaning steadily.
"Have you ever seen anything like this?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
As Chad spoke, he moved to a half sitting position, which allowed me to see his exposed erection. My breath caught in my throat. It was huge, thick and long with a knob on the end that looked like a gigantic plum. There was no way I could keep my hands from between my legs as I watched Chad guide the young woman's hand to his pole and molded her fingers around it.
"Oh, God," she breathed, finally diverting her attention from the movie on TV.
It had to be hot and as hard as steel and I could almost imagine it throbbing against my palm. I trembled at the thought and pushed the crotch of my panties up into my overflowing pussy with two fingers.
The blonde's eyes grew round as he showed her how to stroke him. Then he released her hand, allowing her to practice on her own. "Squeeze it," he instructed.
She caught on quickly and soon seemed at ease, working his skin up and down with a steady motion. She found his sensitive spots right away. His gasps of pleasure brought a confident smile to her face.
A squeal from the TV jerked her attention away from him momentarily. Chad took that opportunity to begin tugging at her jeans again. When he had peeled them off her long legs and tossed them aside, he went at her panties.
"What if Rita comes home and catches us?" she asked in a shaking voice. Suddenly, she seemed reluctant to continue.
"She's at one of the stores. Won't be back for hours," Chad said as he persisted in removing her panties.
"What about her husband?" she asked.
"He's never at home until late. Now, just relax." His voice was smooth as silk, coaxing. "You want to do what those girls in the movie are doing, don't you?" With that last statement, he worked two fingers back inside of her and rubbed her erect clit with his thumb.
The young woman arched her back and her bare boobs rose and fell quickly. It was obvious she wanted him from the flush on her cheeks to the way her pussy sucked hungrily at his fingers. "Yes," she hissed and relaxed back against the sofa again, giving in completely.
At the same time, I was giving in to some needs of my own. I unzipped my slacks and my finger found my own leaking pussy.
Chad certainly knew how to get the young woman's attention. He licked his way up her inner thighs, gently pushing them further apart as he worked toward her very wet pussy.
And I could see everything! Weak as a kitten, I stood just outside the door and watched as Chad used his tongue expertly to make her forget about everything else. I struggled to control my breathing as I watched him flatten it and lick the entire length of her slit. Then he curled it into a point and poked it deep between her fluttering lips. At the same time, I unzipped my slacks. Slipping my hand into my wet panties, I rubbed my clit absently.
"Remember when they did this in the movie?" he asked.
"Yes," she hissed and then she called out his name as her body writhed against the cushions. "Oh, Chad!"
He muttered something but did not lift his head. I closed my eyes briefly and listened to the wet sounds of sex coming from the room. My heart thudded in my chest and I leaned against the door for support. This was more of a turn-on than 1 imagined it would be!
There was conversation coming from the TV which meant a change of scene. Whatever happened next, I was sure Chad and his girlfriend were going to try and I was going to get to see every moment. When I dared look into the room again, Chad was sucking hard on her clit while working two fingers in and out of her sweet-looking pussy. With her eyes closed tightly, she worked her hips back and forth, struggling for release.
"Talk to me," Chad instructed when he came up for air. "Talk like the girls in the movie."
"Oh, Chad, you suck so good," she whispered loudly.
There was no way I could turn away or stop watching this erotic scene taking place in my own house. Even as the woman on the sofa grunted and began bucking wildly through her orgasm, I pushed two fingers deep into my pussy. God, it felt fabulous and I had to bite my lower lip to keep quiet as I began working them in and out slowly.
"Look what they're doing now," Chad said, directing her attention to the TV screen again. His lean cheeks were shiny wet with her oils.
The girl's eyes opened slowly and she gazed at the screen, licking her lips from time to time.
Unable to see the TV, I had no idea what was happening. I would just have to wait and see.
"Are you going to make me feel good like that?" Chad was asking as he kissed her mound tenderly.
"Yes," she answered hesitantly. "You'll have to show me how. I haven't had much experience in...."
Chad's wet mouth covering hers cut her off in mid-sentence. As they kissed long and deep, he pushed his own jeans down out of the way. Kneeling between her legs, he teased her briefly with the head of his cock. It looked even larger than before. My own pussy spasmed at the sight.
"I've never tasted my own pussy before," she breathed when they came up for air.
"I can give you a better taste than that," Chad said.
Even as he spoke, he pushed his cock inside of her, sliding deep in one smooth motion. The young woman made a pleasurable sound and opened herself up even wider, inviting him to go deeper. Within the next few moments, Chad was fucking her slowly. Her pink lips clung to him hungrily.
Watching his sex slick cock piston in and out of her, I fingered myself to match his rhythm. My orgasm built quickly, threatening to overtake me at any moment.
Then, suddenly, Chad pulled out of her. She opened her eyes in surprise and whimpered. Her body humped the air helplessly.
I was surprised at this sudden move, too. Rubbing my clit with my palm, I watched and waited to see what Chad had in mind.
I didn't have to wait long. Slimy, wet cock in hand, he moved up her body. Bracing himself with one foot on the floor, he squatted over her face and rubbed the dripping head back and forth across her lips. With a low moan, the young woman opened her mouth and swallowed about half of his length.
"See," Chad breathed as he slid into her mouth. "I told you I could give you a better taste."
In answer, the woman swallowed him deeper.
My fingers were back inside of me again, moving in and out rapidly. I pinched my clit with two fingers from my other hand. God, this was fabulous! Licking my lips, I caught a whiff of my own heady, female scent. I didn't have to do much to imagine how it would feel to have his pussy-wet cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
"You like it just as much as that actress in the movie, don't you?" Chad asked.
Although it was obvious his lover really didn't have much experience in oral sex, she was learning quickly.
"Lick it," he breathed and withdrew all but the head.
Moaning louder, the willing student swirled her tongue around his knob and then sucked on it gently. After a little prompting from Chad, she licked her way up and down his shaft a few times.
"That's perfect," Chad praised. His face was beaded with sweat. The muscles in his legs and hips were strained in this awkward position, but he didn't seem to be concerned. "Now, use your hands."
The woman's hands had been squeezing her own pussy but she slowly brought them into play. She cradled Chad's bloated balls in her palm. Her free hand curled around his very wet shaft and she pumped him while she continued to suck.
As much as I envied her position at that moment, I was thoroughly enjoying this, my first real voyeuristic experience. There wasn't much that could top it. I had shuddered through several small climaxes while watching the two lovers on my sofa. The big one was going to bring me to my knees.
Chad had both hands on the arm of the sofa now while fucking her mouth gently. She had both hands on his lean ass, urging him to go even deeper. His wet balls bounced against her chin lightly and his throaty grunts of pleasure reached my ears. She moaned around his meat. I tore my gaze away from her face for a moment to see that her legs were wide apart. Her pussy spasmed and her oils oozed out, further wetting her dark, matted curls. God, what a beautiful sight.
My mouth watered as I imagined how she must taste and for a split second, I was tempted to join them.
"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Chad asked. He had stopped moving but it was obvious he was on the edge of losing control.
She freed him after a few seconds and then shook her head. "I don't think I'm quite ready for that." She gave him an apologetic smile.
I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before she was ready for almost anything Chad had in mind.
"Let's do that," she said, nodding toward the TV screen.
Chad chuckled as he slowly pulled himself free of her hands. She released him reluctantly and then groaned as he drug his wet fuck pole down between her breasts and across her belly. When his swollen knob trailed through her damp, tangled mass of pubic hair, her pussy just seemed to open up for him of its own accord. They both sighed as he inched himself into her, stretching her wide.
"Tell me what that feels like," Chad grunted when he was buried to the hilt.
"Stuffed," she gasped. "God, you fill me up so good." As she spoke, she held her legs high and wide for him.
"And you're so damn tight," he grunted as he worked his hips in a wicked circle, grinding her clit between them. Pausing for a moment, he placed her legs over his shoulders and began pumping in and out of her steadily. His movements increased in depth and speed as their passion increased.
Her body ground against his, instinctively working toward release.
There were voices from the TV again.
"Talk to me," Chad said. "Tell me." He punctuated each word with a savage thrust.
"I love it. I love it," the woman wailed. "My pussy can't get enough of your big cock."
"That's right," Chad grunted. "You know you love my big cock."
"Yes, I can't wait to feel you squirting inside of me," she babbled.
"Well, you're going to have to wait a while for that," Chad promised.
With that he rolled off her, onto the floor and pulled her with him at the same time. He motioned for her to look at the TV screen. She watched for a split second and then smiled as she sank down onto him. After a few awkward tries, she began riding him, her breasts dancing with her wild movements.
Two of my fingers were buried as deep as possible in my pussy and I still ached for more. I rubbed my clit with my other hand and kept my eyes glued to the wildly bucking couple on the floor in front of my TV. The wet sound of their bodies slapping together mingled with their animal-like sounds of pleasure. The sex sounds coming from the movie were like background music. I watched as Chad reached between them to rub her clit and then orgasmed as she spasmed wildly on the end of his cock.
"They're doing something different now," Chad informed her.
He was already initiating a position change before she caught her breath. This time she was on her hands and knees on the floor with Chad kneeling behind her.
"Watch them fuck this way," he instructed, licking his way down her spine and pressing his cock into her again.
Gasping, moaning, whimpering, the blonde did as she was told. Chad began stroking in and out of her, holding onto her firm, round hips with both hands. Soon, his date was high on her knees, reaching back for more and more of his cock, begging for it!
I climaxed again, sinking to my knees this time.
Yet, I kept my eyes on the couple in front of me.
"Tell me how much you want it," Chad grunted.
"Oh, God, I want it. I want you to fuck me until I can't move. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she told him over and over.
"Do you want me to cum in that sweet pussy?" he asked.
"I don't care," she moaned. "Just fuck me until I cum again."
"Now you sound like one of those bitches on the screen," Chad growled.
Through a sexual haze I watched as he continued to fuck her, completely in control of the situation. He reached underneath and found her clit, rubbing it frantically. She squealed with delight, pressing her nipples into the coarse texture of the carpet and begging for more. Just when it appeared she was on the brink of orgasm, he pushed a thumb into her anus.
"Jesus," she hissed as her body jerked out of control and then stiffened.
I was still struggling to regain my own composure. I had to see how long Chad would last. This time when he pulled out of her, he settled onto the sofa. She eagerly came with him and straddled his lap with no hesitation. They fell into a steady rhythm almost immediately. I watched closely as he sucked her nipples and pulled her cheeks wide apart. It was almost as if he was pretending they had an audience. Perhaps he was playing up to an imaginary camera, showing her most private parts to the lens.
"I'm gonna cum," he moaned, pulling her down onto him even harder and bucking upward forcefully at the same time.
"I want to see," she gasped as she moved to the floor between his knees.
With both hands around his very wet cock, she began pumping him. He groaned, closed his eyes and fucked her fingers. His knob was a deep red color and grew even larger. Sensing his impending eruption, the young woman aimed his cock at her sweaty breasts and moved her hands even faster. With a howl that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, Chad exploded. Several thick white streams splattered her neck, shoulders and breasts.
And the sight was enough to set me off one more time.
Chad was the first to recuperate. "We'd better get cleaned up and get out of here," he said, lifting her off him with two strong hands..
She nodded weakly.
1 quietly stepped back behind the door as they came toward me and stayed where I was until they were both in the bathroom. As I zipped my slacks, I moved silently into the den. Locating the tape I'd come there for in the first place, I tucked it into the cardboard sleeve and turned to leave the room. That's when I saw the tiny, glistening puddle of Chad's semen on the sofa cushion. Unable to stop myself, I scooped it up with my fingertips and sniffed it. Then, without a thought, I scooped it up with the tip of my tongue. It tasted as good as I'd imagined it would and, for the second time that day, I was tempted to try and seduce him.
"Oooooh, you're hard again," the young woman was saying as I left the room.
They were still in the bathroom and I stopped to listen to Chad's response. All I heard was another feminine "Ooooooh!" How I longed to stay and watch but I had a customer to meet in less than half an hour!
The lunch hour traffic was just beginning to pick up as I hurried back up town. And even though I was afraid I was going to be a little late, my thoughts kept drifting back to what I'd just witnessed. What a beautiful sight, those two young people pleasing each other. And what were they doing now? If only I had a hidden camera somewhere I could watch later. Instead of satisfying my appetite for a voyeuristic treat, it had only made me want more.
And then another thought came to mind. If I wanted to watch Eric with another woman, why not have someone we knew wait at the house to seduce him. He would think they were alone and I could watch the whole thing. He would never know! By the time I reached the store, I was mentally compiling a list of the women who would be right for the job.
CHAPTER FOUR
The customer I was supposed to meet was waiting for me in the parking lot. He was an older gentleman, distinguished and quite respected in the community. He let everyone think I provided him with exclusive foreign films. I did nothing to dispute that, especially when he paid me so well for the films I did provide.
"Sorry I'm late," I said as I crawled out of my car and hurried toward him.
He dismissed it with a wave of his big, well-manicured hand. "No problem. I'm sure it will be worth the wait."
"It will be," I promised with a wink and handed him the tape.
In a flash it had disappeared inside his jacket. We chatted a few moments and then he said, "I was wondering if you might have something, a special film that centered around toys."
"Sex toys," I said softly, although no one was near.
He nodded quickly, a quick bob of the head.
I thought for a moment but no one title came to mind. "Let me look around. I'm sure I can come up with something."
"I'm sure you can," he said in that sophisticated, yet teasing way of his. And then he was gone.
I was grateful that he had not wanted to come inside my private viewing room to preview his purchase. The thrilling scene I'd witnessed with Chad and his girlfriend were still fresh in my mind. I certainly didn't want to get sexually involved with a customer. Besides, my mind was again working on the plan to get Eric alone with another woman.
There were only a few customers in the store. The redhead behind the counter, Sandra, gave me a nervous smile. "We weren't expecting you so soon," she said.
"The better to check up on you, my dear," I teased in my best German accent. "Where's your helper?"
"Helen's in back with a customer," she said and there was that nervous smile again. Sandra swallowed hard. "He wanted to preview a tape."
"I'll go see if she needs some help," I said lightly and headed for the back of the store. I couldn't figure out why she was acting so strange. It wasn't unusual for a clerk to allow a customer to check out a tape before he rented or purchased it.
The viewing booth is adjacent to my office. There's a window about midway up the wall between the two rooms. It's not a room really, just a little cubbyhole with a VCR hooked up to a TV and a couple of chairs. A couple was fucking frantically all over a bearskin rug on the TV but the tiny room was empty.
Wondering where Helen and the customer could be, I happened to look through the window. The first thing I saw was a tall, slender man leaning back against my desk. His shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were down around his knees. His cock, long and slender like its owner, was jutting out in front of him like a flagpole. It throbbed steadily and seemed to grow harder by the minute.
He didn't see me because he was too busy looking at Helen. The statuesque brunette was standing in front of him. She had unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. Even as we watched, she fondled her breasts lovingly, tugging at the huge, dark nipples until they were stiff peaks. Her silky black-haired bush looked slightly rumpled.
"Those movies really get me hot," she said as she swayed toward him.
"How hot?" he asked.
Stopping, she ran her hands down her sides and then around to the front. Squatting slightly, she parted the puffy lips with her fingers, showing both of us lots of wet pink flesh. Droplets of her clear lube were visible.
"1 don't know whether to fuck it or eat it," he breathed. He remained where he was standing, his dick bobbing around in front of him as if sniffing the air for pussy.
"Well, you're going to have to do something soon, Kevin," she whispered, licking her wet fingers as she moved toward him again. "Because I'm about ready to explode."
By this time she had reached his arms and they pressed the full length of their bodies together while they kissed deeply. Again, I found myself mesmerized by the sight of two people, half naked, getting ready to fuck. Everything else I'd been thinking about was gone. All I wanted to do now was watch and with both hands between my legs, I stepped a little closer to the window.
Kevin's hands slid down Helen's back. He squeezed her plump ass hard, pulling her cheeks apart and pressing them together again. Finally, he allowed his fingers to slide down her crack to tease her puckered anus.
"Don't tease me," she breathed. She had both hands on his cock and was rubbing it up and down between her thighs.
"I wasn't teasing," he told her. "I'll put this dick in every hole you've got if that's what you want."
"I want to try this hole first," she said as she sank to the floor.
He gazed down at her as she sniffed his fleshy staff. A grin spread across his face as she began licking him, tracing the heavily veined shaft with the tip of her tongue. Every time she touched his nerve bundle, he would moan softly. Finally, when she decided he was wet enough, she pumped him slowly with her hands while probing into his piss slit with her tongue.
"Christ, woman," he grunted as he tried to force himself between her lips.
She smiled up at him. "Take your time. We've got a lot of holes to explore."
He was obviously struggling to remain in control as she began licking him again. Finally, she placed a wet, sucking kiss on his knob and then sucked him slowly into her mouth.
I was rubbing my pussy with both hands, all but drooling at the erotic act taking place not five feet away from me. My panties were soaked-again-only this time I wouldn't have to depend on my fingers alone. Ducking under the window, I moved to a drawer in the TV cabinet and found my dildo. (I keep it there for use when I'm previewing fuck films by myself. And you never know when a client is going to get overly excited.) The other thing I did was to make sure the door was locked. Then, I turned my attention back to the couple in my office.
Helen had swallowed more than half of his prick and was bobbing her head up and down slowly. She squeezed him with her lips as she pulled back and then flicked the tip with her tongue. He groaned and placed a hand on her head as she took him deep again. One of her hands was busy between her own widespread thighs, fingering herself openly. The other hand cradled his bloated balls.
What a difference this was from Chad and his inexperienced girlfriend. Helen was a mature woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. And her lover had more than enough to give to her. I pushed my slacks and panties down to my knees and brought the dildo to my swollen lips. They sucked at the dildo briefly and then I began inching it inside me. God, what a thrill!
On impulse, Helen freed the customer's prick and pushed it back against his belly. Her head moved lower and I saw that she was taking his balls, one at a time, into her mouth. He moaned again, a little louder this time. Helen pushed his pants further down his legs so she could spread them wide. She needed all the room she could get. Working her mouth up and down his inner thighs, she returned again and again to his balls.
"Oh, yeah," he breathed. "Oh, yeah."
The movie on the TV ended and the screen went blank but neither Helen nor Kevin noticed. She was so intent on her oral loving, aware only of the cock filling her mouth again. As she settled down to serious sucking, Kevin's face contorted in ecstasy. He was actually fucking her face, the full length of his cock disappearing completely inside of her mouth.
Watching the whole scene, I pushed the dildo in deep and rocked my clit with my fingers. I couldn't believe that after all these weeks of wishing and imagining what it would be like, I had actually watched two separate couples on the same day.
"I wanted to sample some holes," Kevin said as he all but pulled Helen to her feet. His voice was husky and his words were strained.
"So you did," Helen said, but her teasing mannerisms were gone. She was a woman in need now and only a man could help her out. No games, no pretense.
I watched as they changed positions and now her back was up against the desk. He kissed her, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth and he pinched her nipples playfully. She had both hands on his prick, guiding him between her legs again, but he had other things in mind. Lowering his head, he sucked first one nipple and then the other.
As he licked his way down her stomach to her black patch of fur, Helen's legs parted of their own accord. Her thighs were trembling, sticky wet and glistening in the harsh florescent lighting of my office. She bit her lip and made a throaty sound of pleasure as his tongue slithered between her swollen lips.
I had to bite my lip to keep quiet, too, simply because it was so easy to imagine how that would feel. The dildo was getting almost too slippery to hold on to. My hips were rocking back and forth of their own volition. All I needed was a tongue down there and I'd be in heaven!
He tongued her briefly, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her onto his face. I couldn't see much of that so I was glad when he lifted her onto the desk and eased her onto her back. Propping herself on both elbows and holding her legs wide, Helen watched as his mouth returned to her cunt. He sucked her slimy, wet lips, tongued her pulsing hole and then teased her clit with his mouth. She was literally drooling from both ends when he stabbed at her rectum with his oral muscle.
"I think I might cum," she whispered as she tried to keep her bottom still.
"With a little help from our friends," he promised.
I watched closely as he worked his tongue in circles around her super-sensitive clit, teasing her unmercifully. At the same time, he pushed two fingers of one hand into her pussy. When she had settled into that, he added a finger from the other hand in her butthole. That was all it took to send Helen over the edge. Her big body bucked and bounced all over the desk. Surprisingly, she was able to keep the noise down to a minimum. I wondered if she had done this before. I would have been screaming at the top of my lungs! In fact, it was all I could do to keep quiet as the dildo moved in and out of me faster.
"Now, I'll give you a real cum," he promised. Standing up straight, he moved between her legs and aimed his prick at her wide open pussy.
Helen reached for the man's cock with both hands and guided it to her still-pulsing pussy. He entered her in one smooth stroke and gave her a few moments to adjust to his size. I could not believe my luck! I could see everything, including her erect clit, almost as if it were planned.
The muscles in his hips and thighs rippled as he began fucking Helen with a smooth, steady rhythm. Pulling out all but the head, he teased her with that briefly before sliding in deep again. Each time her black, furry cunt seemed to suck him in that much faster.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she whispered to him over and over. Wrapping her legs around his ass, she pulled him as deep as possible, grinding her pelvis against his.
Taking her legs in both hands, he held them high and looked down to where his greasy prick was sliding in and out of her pussy. After watching this for a few minutes, he began pinching her clit to match his rhythmic stroking. In the next few minutes, Helen was climaxing again, her pussy fluttering around the cock that was bringing her so much pleasure while her juices simply poured.
My juices were doing some pouring of their own. I bucked and shuddered through a series of small but intense climaxes that were like electric shocks all through my body. The dildo pumped madly, churning my bubbling juices to a froth.
"You promised me all of your holes," he said when Helen had caught her breath. His evenly-tanned body glistened with sweat and he was grinning broadly.
She nodded. "Just like in the movie."
He chuckled as he withdrew from her and allowed her to climb down off the desk. They kissed briefly, tongues dancing. She pressed her breasts into his chest, moaning into his mouth. My own breasts ached to be fondled. He reached for her with both hands and pulled her even closer.
After a few seconds, Helen turned around. Leaning forward over the desk, she rubbed her backside and looked over her shoulder. "Think you can handle it?" she asked as she leaned forward. She held her cheeks apart with both hands, exposing her most intimate parts to him (and, knowingly, to me.)
"I'll give it my best shot," he said, almost to himself.
I held my breath. My own virgin asshole tingled as I watched him use his tongue to lubricate her well. He inserted a finger and worked it in and out a few times to prime her. By the time he added a second finger, she was grunting softly and reaching for more. I squatted a bit lower so I could reach my own nether hole with my wet fingertips. I teased it lightly and bit my lip to keep quiet. Weak-kneed and trembling with excitement, I kept my eyes on the couple in my office.
"Give me your cock," Helen moaned.
Without a word, Kevin pulled his fingers out of her hole. It didn't look so small any longer. In fact, it pulsed like her pussy had earlier in anticipation of his fucking. His hands were shaking as he guided his swollen knob to the puckered orifice.
I held my breath as he applied steady pressure and worked it in a small circle.
"Yes," Helen hissed, pushing back against him.
"God, yes, I want you all the way up my asshole."
Her words seemed to encourage him. He gave a little thrust of his lean hips and the knob disappeared inside of her.
"Jesus," she moaned.
"Can you handle it?" he breathed.
"Give my ass the rest of your meat," came her quick reply.
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he inched himself deeper.
Helen groaned but remained motionless as Kevin continued to give her his cock bit by bit. When he was more than halfway inside of her, he withdrew all but the head. She whimpered and reached for him. He pressed forward, sliding deeper than before.
I could not have stopped what I was doing even if I wanted to. The dildo was bringing me closer to orgasm by the second but the real thrill was watching Helen take Kevin's fat cock deep into her rectum. She loved every minute of it and was, in fact, begging for more.
Kevin, on the other hand, was giving her everything he had. His cock was buried to the hilt. He reached underneath her to find her clit. Manipulating that expertly, he continued to pump in and out of her asshole. Helen bucked wildly, knocking things off my desk in her quest for the ultimate in pleasure.
She seemed not to notice and, at that point, I didn't really care. All I was interested in was my impending orgasm. With a finger buried in my butthole and the dildo stretching my cunt, I had been teetering on the edge for the last few seconds.
"You love my cock in your ass?" he asked between clenched teeth.
"Yes, I love it," she told him.
"You want me to fill it with my cum?" he asked as he fucked her even faster.
Listening to their sexy talk and hearing their bodies slap together rhythmically was driving me wild. I struggled to keep myself from slipping into oblivion. I didn't want to miss a single second of this.
"Squirt your hot stuff inside of me," she whimpered.
He made a low guttural sound and bucked even harder.
I knew the end was near for all of us. My own pussy had begun to pulse, my hips gyrating out of control.
"Cumming!" Helen squealed. "I'm cumming!"
Kevin drove himself in deep one last time and closed his eyes. Throwing his head back, he groaned in release. Helen's sexy sounds of gratification matched his own. Her body jerked out of control and then they both stiffened for what seemed an eternity.
I don't know how I managed to remain standing after the waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. All I know is that I was able to see Kevin pull his dripping cock from her rectum. His thick, white spunk oozed out and dribbled down her crack. Helen didn't move for a few minutes except to reach around to touch her freshly-fucked asshole tenderly. Then she licked her fingers and finally turned to face him. "What a fuck!" she said.
When it was over, I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Helen and the customer composed themselves and I heard him ask if he could see her again. She laughed softly and agreed to meet him later that evening. After they left my office, I waited until they had time to get to the front of the store. Then I slipped through the door, went to my desk and sank wearily into the chair. This voyeurism stuff could really take it out of you!
I was sure Sandra would tell Helen that I had come back this way. Helen would know that I had at least known what was going on. She would never have to know that I watched the whole thing ... and loved it!
But that was a problem for later. Right then, I had a customer interested in a movie about sex toys. Business was business. I pulled one of my specialized film catalogs from the bottom drawer and flipped through it until 1 came to a section on masturbation. There were plenty of those, all right, but none featuring sex toys in particular. I went through the section a second time, more slowly but found nothing that I thought would fit the bill.
Turning my attention to lesbian movies, I found several that mentioned "girls and their toys." However, when I'd finished studying all of those, I still wasn't satisfied. Leaning back in the chair, I drummed my fingers on the top of the desk. Just as I'd decided to call a company I'd sworn never to deal with again, the phone rang. I nearly leaped out of the chair.
It rang a second time, insistently.
"Hello," I said into the receiver.
"Hello, Rita?" The male voice calmed me somewhat.
"Yes," I answered.
"This is Brad Westgate," he said and then added an explanation. "Chad's father."
"Oh, yes. Hey, Brad." Suddenly, I was trembling again. "How's it going?" Why on earth would Brad be calling me. Other than the fact that we were neighbors and Chad was doing some work for us, we had nothing in common.
"There's something I would like to talk to you about," he began. "I was wondering if I could come over to your house."
"Uh, sure," I stammered. He must have discovered Chad and his girlfriend as I had. Great! "Tonight?"
"No. I'm teaching tonight."
"I'm at the store now. You could come here or I could meet you somewhere," I suggested quickly. If he was going to cause problems, it was better to meet him head on.
"No, I'd rather talk to you in private," he said shortly. What about tomorrow morning at your home?"
"That would be fine," I said and we agreed on a time.
Just as I hung up the phone, someone tapped on the door.
"Come in," I said.
Helen stepped into the room. "I guess you'll want an explanation for what happened back here this afternoon," she began timidly.
I shook my head. "Come sit down and let's talk."
As Helen and I faced each other, I decided to put Brad's call out of my mind. If he wanted to blame me for Chad's behavior, we would just have to deal with it. Right then, I had a business to run.
CHAPTER FIVE
Having brought most of my catalogs home, I spent most of the next morning searching for a good film on sex toys. When it was time to get dressed, I put on a well-fitting gray skirt, tailored jacket and matching heels. Then I paced nervously as I awaited Brad's arrival. I practiced what I would say to his accusations. The main thrust of my argument was that Chad was an adult. Eric and I had done nothing wrong. The videotapes were inside our house and Chad was supposed to be working outside. I felt that I had a good point.
Brad arrived right on time, wearing jeans and an open-necked sports shirt. If I hadn't looked out the window, I never would have seen him ambling across our front yard. He had evidently walked the short distance from his home to mine because I had not heard a car. As 1 watched him step onto the front porch, I realized he was simply an older version of his son. Hard bodied and handsome, they both had the same easy moving gait, the same green/gray eyes.
He rang the doorbell.
I stood just on the other side of the door and checked my looks one last time in the mirror. Satisfied that I looked like a competent, mature businesswoman, I opened the door.
"Come in, neighbor," I said, mustering up my biggest, friendliest smile.
Brad returned the smile and stepped inside. He was taller than Chad and his broad shoulders made him look even more so. When we shook hands, his engulfed mine. That's when I realized he was carrying a VHS sized videotape in his free hand.
"Have a seat," I said, motioning toward the overstuffed chair nearby. At the same time I wondered if Chad had borrowed one of the X-rated tapes, taken it home to watch and his father had confiscated it.
"Thanks," he said, settling down into the chair.
"Would you like some coffee?" I asked. "I just made a fresh pot."
"Great," he answered, with another one of those heart melting smiles. He placed the tape on the end table beside the chair without an explanation.
In the kitchen, I poured coffee and tried to psyche myself up for this confrontation. He seemed nice enough but you could never tell. And why the hell was he carrying that tape around? By the time I'd returned to the living room, I had made up my mind that the preliminaries were over. It was time to get down to business.
"Now, how can I help you?" I asked, once I had settled on the far end of the sofa.
"I'm not even sure if you can help," he began. "This is kind of a personal matter."
"Explain it to me and I'll do my best," I said. Placing my coffee cup in the saucer, I gave him a level look. There was no way he was going to intimidate me.
"I don't know how much you know about what I do for a living," he said.
The statement threw me off. What did this have to do with Chad and the tape? "Not really," I answered.
"I teach classes on the history of movies and filmmaking down at the junior college," he explained.
I nodded, still unsure of where this was leading.
"Things are changing so quickly in that field," he added. "The camcorder has brought more amateur movie makers out of the woodwork than you can shake a stick out. Some of them are very good, some are just fooling around. Would you believe I had one couple take my class just so they could make their own X-rated movies at home?"
"Really," I said in genuine surprise.
"Yeah, they even handed it in as a class project. It was a documentary on masturbation," he said. Looking a little embarrassed, he took a sip of his coffee.
I swallowed hard, suddenly very, very interested. "Did you ... did the class watch it?"
He shook his head. "I did. It was pretty bad and I gave them some pointers on better lighting, background and such. They took it home, redid it and brought it back to me. It seems that now they want to try to market it."
"Is that a possibility?" I asked.
He shrugged and reached for the videotape. "That's what I want you to decide. I know you rent X-rated videos at your store. You watch some of them, don't you?"
I nodded slowly, preparing myself for his accusation. "It's part of my job. I have to make sure the customers-"
He interrupted me by lifting up his hand. "I understand completely. That's why I came to you. You've seen enough to know what sells and what doesn't to be able to help me with this. Would you watch this and give me your honest opinion on the quality of the content? I've already checked the technical stuff and it's pretty damn good."
For a heartbeat I wasn't sure what he was asking. I'd been prepared to defend myself and here he was asking for my help. "I'd ... I'd be happy to," I stammered. "Right now if you like," I added, very relieved at the sudden turn of events.
"Would you?" he asked, a big, sexy grin covering his face.
"Sure." Standing up, I reached for the videotape and he handed it to me. I took it and headed toward the den, but Brad remained where he was. "You're not going to watch, too?" I asked. Even though I'd never watched a fuck film with anyone other than Eric, I suddenly felt very brave, very much in control of the situation.
"Well," he began, looking a little embarrassed. "This one in particular turns me on because I know the people."
"Don't worry about that," I assured him. "Come on, you can help me critique."
Brad was thoroughly impressed with our electronic set-up in the den and then finally took a seat on one corner of the section. Feeling a sudden shyness myself, I popped the tape into the machine and sat down beside him. Crossing my legs, I leaned back, prepared to watch objectively.
The opening scene was common enough. It showed an older man and a young woman kissing passionately just outside of a door. They had some conversation, which I thought was a little stilted. I mentioned that to Brad and he noted that in a small notebook he took out of his pocket. She, appearing to be a little naive, invited him inside. They entered what looked like a hotel room. Brad explained that it really was done in a hotel.
"Does this have a plot?" I asked.
He shrugged.
When I looked at the screen again, the couple were kissing, only this time he was undressing her. The lighting was very soft and some sensual music played in the background. Actually, it was very erotic because no really intimate body parts were shown right away. In fact, she kept her chest pressed up against his as he removed her bra and tossed it aside. Her hard nipples did not come into view until just before his mouth covered one. She gasped in obvious pleasure.
I was on fire! Squeezing my legs together, I tried not to think about what was happening to me. I kept my eyes glued to the TV screen, not daring to even glance at Brad.
"Your mouth is so hot," the young woman moaned as she cradled her lover's head to her chest.
"And if your pussy tastes as good as your nipples, I'll eat you until you scream," he promised, moving his head to the tip of the other creamy mound.
She made a purely feminine sound of excitement and then gently urged him to move downward. The camera followed.
"Jesus," Brad said softly.
I held my breath as her smooth, rounded naked hip came into view and then her well-cared-for blonde and pink pussy. Her lover used his thumbs to part her furry patch and the camera zoomed in for a close-up. She thrust her pelvis forward and groaned loudly as he planted little kisses all over her mound, teasing her.
A muted sound from Brad forced me to glance in his direction. He looked at me at the same time and gave me a weak smile.
"I want to watch you play with yourself," the man on the screen said.
There was no way either of us could deny what was happening. My skirt had ridden halfway up my thighs and I was sure my arousal was visible in my eyes. Brad's excitement was even more apparent even though he had crossed his legs.
"Have you ever done that?" he asked, nodding toward the TV screen.
The young woman had lay down across the bed on her back with her legs spread wide. As I watched, her hands slid down her undulating body from her breasts to her very wet pussy. She moaned as she rubbed her own clit briefly. The camera zoomed in on her finger sliding between her puffy lips, glistening with juice when it reappeared. I wasn't sure if Brad meant masturbating or watching or what, but I nodded in response.
"God," he breathed as he leaned back against the sofa cushions. His erection strained against the front of his jeans, looking as if it was struggling to free itself.
I was in about the same shape and saw no need to hide it any longer. Pulling my skirt up higher, I began rubbing my panty-covered mound with one hand. It was easy to see the large wet stain there and my dark hairs curled out around the elastic legs. Brad watched as I showed him more and more of my panties. I ran my finger up and down the groove between my own swollen lips, thrilled that I had an audience. The thin material covering my pussy grew even wetter.
He licked his lips and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
Throaty sounds of pleasure drew my attention back to the TV. The young woman was working two fingers in and out of her widespread pussy while she pinched her clit with her other hand. Her body thrashed about wildly for a few moments and then she stiffened as her climax overtook her. The lens of the camera caught her pussy pulsing around her fingers and her clear juice running down her crack.
"Jesus," Brad groaned.
His zipper was the next thing I heard. When I looked, he had stood up and was pushing his jeans and shorts down his muscular thighs. That was almost an invitation for me to get more comfortable and 1 did so. Pulling my skirt up around my waist, I wiggled out of my panties and kicked off my shoes at the same
time. Wearing nothing below my waist but a garter belt and stockings, I eased back further into the cushions. Brad's attention moved from the movie to me and back again. His hand curled around his stiff pole. I placed one foot on the floor, the other across the back of the sofa, opening myself up completely.
"I want to watch you cum, too," the young woman breathed as the camera showed her lover's throbbing erection. The head was wet with excitement.
"Oh, you will, my dear," he answered. The music came up and he began stroking himself slowly.
As my fingers moved to my itchy pussy, I watched Brad work the skin back and forth on his prick. It jerked to an enormous size when he saw my wet fingertips caressing my erect clit. I moaned softly and gasped as a quick burst of pleasure raced through me.
"I didn't plan this," Brad explained in a strained voice.
I half-smiled up at him and realized he was almost standing over me. "Neither did I," I answered. "But there's no turning back now."
He nodded in agreement, his hand moving a bit faster. Droplets of pre-cum bubbled up out of his piss slit and gathered on the head. His little grunts of pleasure mingled with those coming from the TV. The man on the screen was doing the same thing, only his pre-cum was dripping onto the young woman's thigh.
My mouth watered to taste him but something told me there would be time for that later. The itch in my pussy had turned to an ache and I drove two fingers deep inside. It was hot in there and very, very wet. I could not control the gentle, upward thrusting of my hips nor did I stop rubbing my tingling clit.
"You've got a pretty pussy," Brad said. His hand moved between his legs to cup his swinging balls.
I made no reply but a fresh flood of juices bubbled up and out of me. It ran down my crack and puddled in my butthole, exciting me further.
"I'm going to shoot all over you," the man in the film promised the woman.
"Please," she whimpered.
I tore my eyes away from the beautiful sight of Brad's thumping erection to see what was happening there. She caught one of his hands in hers and guided his fingers to her splayed pussy. There was a close up of two of his big fingers sliding deep inside of her. She held her lips wide, giving him all the room he needed and bucked against his hand.
At the same time, Brad was stroking himself faster. The sound of flesh on flesh alerted me to the fact that he had moved closer. I shuddered through a tiny climax when I felt saw his pre-cum drip onto the back of my hand. It connected us with a long, silvery strand of fluid and brought moans from both of us.
"You've obviously had some practice at this," the man in the movie told his partner.
I looked to see that she was stroking him now. Her fingers barely reached around his shaft but her touch was firm and experienced. She seemed to know just when to squeeze and just when to use her fingertips. As she squirmed around on the end of his fingers, obviously close to orgasm, he fucked her fingers with abandon.
Brad had been watching the film, also. His hand movements slowed somewhat. Then he turned his attention to me again. Able to actually feel his hot gaze, I pulled one of my thighs up against my chest. That spread me even wider and I grunted as I bucked upward to meet my own hands.
"It feels so damn good." The woman's words echoed my own thoughts. The bed where she lay was squeaking with her rhythmic bucking. Thick, wet sounds came from the speakers and mingled with the ones in the room where my fingers swam around in my own juice box.
Brad was standing almost on top of me now, fucking his fist wildly. He was groaning, gasping and obviously close to losing control. His free hand was still between his legs. From the way he was half-squatting, I imagined he was fingering his own anus. More and more pre-cum drooled onto the back of my hand, sending me closer to the edge of oblivion.
My own pussy began to flutter around my pistoning fingers. Just as I thought about giving in, I heard a low roar come from the TV. The camera closed in on the man's cock. It swelled and jerked in the woman's fingers. His roar grew louder as the first stream of spunk jetted from the end. They showed it landing on her wide-open, pulsing pussy.
And then they did a little fancy camera work, showing the next several spurts in slow motion. I had never seen anything like that before and it thrilled me beyond reason. With a sound of surrender, I began to shudder. My fingers went as deep as possible and I rubbed my clit raw.
Just as I was regaining my consciousness, I felt Brad pulling my hand away. Now my pussy was completely exposed to his gaze and he knelt on the sofa, his prick aimed right at me. His hand continued to move steadily up and down his rod.
"I want to shoot all over that pretty box," he told me.
"Do it," I wailed, feeling as if I might climax again. "Pour it all over me."
He kept his eyes glued to my gleaming wet snatch. After muttering something unintelligible, he lapsed into some one-syllable, guttural words.
I pulled my sweater up high to reveal my braless tits. Then I made sure my skirt was up out of the way. Feeling completely uninhibited, I rolled over slightly so he could see my ass. "Unless you want to cum on me there," I offered, spreading my cheeks for him.
"No," he gasped. "The pussy. I want to cum on your pussy."
"Give me your hot stuff, baby," I said. Again, getting into the spirit of the moment, I held myself wide for him. "Look how much I need it."
With a rumbling sound deep in his chest, my neighbor aimed his prick at my cunt. He stroked it one last time and I watched the spunk literally erupt from the end. It landed on my pussy with little wet splats. The heat permeated my skin. The second and third streams added to my excitement and my wetness. By the time the final spurts were poured onto me, my fingers were busy. As his hot scum oozed down my crack to tease my puckered asshole, I brought myself to a second, bone-jarring orgasm. As I caught my breath, I smeared the mixture of our fluids into my skin and tasted them briefly.
On the TV screen, the young woman was licking him clean. Even though I was sure she needed no instructions, he was helping her along and then, still hard, he eased her back onto the bed and knelt between her legs.
"The rest is pretty standard stuff," he explained and reached for the remote control. After fast forwarding through the next several scenes, he slowed it down so we could watch again. This time the young woman appeared to be all alone, masturbating in front of a mirror. After she climaxed, the scene switched to her lover. He was also alone, masturbating. Since cum shots are my favorites, I watched this closely, feeling my heat begin to rise again.
"I'm sorry," Brad said, switching the TV off. "If I watch much more of this...." He gave his cock a loving squeeze.
"Me, too," I confessed and headed for the bathroom and a towel. When he wasn't looking I tasted his spunk again.
After I cleaned myself up, I left Brad alone and went to rewind the tape.
With our clothes back in place, we were neighbors again, able to discuss the film openly. I explained to him that even though the tape was obviously the work of amateurs, there might be some potential for a sale. Then I told him what I thought needed improvement and added that some sex toys being introduced into the sex would be of interest also. I also explained that I had a small group of select, confidential customers who might be willing to purchase this type of material. I added that all identities would have to be kept secret but, with the right adjustments, we might be able to do business.
We ended up discussing special filters and lenses that could be used. In my little office off the den, Ben and I looked through catalogs and he wrote down a list of items he wanted me to order. I placed the order while he waited and was assured that they would arrive the next day.
"Thanks for ... everything," Brad said with a wink as he prepared to leave, tape in hand.
"My pleasure," I said and returned the wink.
After he left, I went back to my office and began poring over catalogs. My thoughts kept returning to the masturbation session Brad and I had just experienced as I searched through one catalog after another. Finally, I closed the last one in frustration and stood up. Not one suitable film was available! I found absolutely nothing unique on sex toys or masturbation! This was ridiculous!
Thinking that a walk might give me some ideas of where to look next, I changed clothes and headed for the woods behind our house. As I walked through the sun dappled woods, though, my thoughts returned to my sudden obsession with voyeurism. After a little thought, though, I remembered that this was not so sudden. I'd been interested in voyeurism in college. In fact, I'd experienced it there first with my roommate. Now that was something I hadn't thought about in years!
Growing tired of my brisk walking, I slowed down and took a seat on the mossy floor at the base of a huge tree. Leaning back against the rough trunk, I let the memories of that period in time flood my mind.
CHAPTER SIX
I'd been studying for an exam late one night. My roommate, Kaitlyn, was out with her fiance and I really didn't expect her to be home at all. However, just after I slid naked between the cool sheets of my bed, I heard her key in the lock. She came into our room and I started to say something. There were some wet kissing sounds through the darkness and I realized she wasn't alone.
"Why can't I stay just for a little while?" Charlie asked in his smooth, coaxing voice.
"Rita might wake up," Kaitlyn said, although her excuse sounded lame.
"So, she's a big girl. She knows what adults do," Charlie argued.
There was more kissing and I heard the door close.
"I'll be real quiet," he promised.
I lay perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe.
"Okay," she breathed. "God, I need you."
1 heard the soft rustle of clothes being removed. Kaitlyn moaned softly several times and I tried to imagine what he was doing. I felt myself grow loose and moist as I imagined him licking his way down her neck, sucking her nipples. Maybe he had his fingers inside of her. I squeezed my cunt hard.
"You're so big," she whispered.
Closing my eyes, I pictured her fondling him. At that point in time I had very limited experience with men and was interested in every aspect of sex. Right then, listening to Kaitlyn and her fiance was one of the most exciting things I'd experienced.
"It'll make you feel real good," he purred.
She moaned again softly. "It always does."
In the next second, there was the familiar sound of movement in her bed. I took that opportunity to lift my head ever so slightly. There they were, their upper bodies silhouetted by the streetlight outside the window. They were separate only a few seconds and then the shadow became one as they sank under the covers.
"You're wet and ready," Charlie told her.
"I have been half the evening," she confessed. "I need you inside of me."
There was more kissing and I listened intently. My whole body was covered with sweat, aching for release, and I squeezed my mound even harder. A finger slipped between my swollen lips and sank into my tight little tunnel. It was coated with scalding oil immediately and my pussy sucked on it. I pressed my face into my pillow, my tingling nipples into the mattress.
"Oh, Charlie," Kaitlyn whispered. "I want you to fuck me all night."
Charlie made some reply but the steady squeaking of her bed drowned that out. His movements increased in speed and urgency over the next few moments. Thick, wet sounds filled the room. Finally, Kaitlyn lost control. She didn't do a very good job of muffling her moans of release.
"We're making too much noise," she gasped as she struggled to catch her breath.
The squeaking springs stopped abruptly and then Charlie whispered, "I have an idea."
There was lots of movement and I heard their feet hit the floor. Again, I took a chance and looked. The outline of their bodies was visible again in the pale rectangle of the window. I saw their mouths come together. Charlie tugged at her pointed breasts with both hands. Her hands slid down his body and she stroked his erection.
"You're wet," she said.-
"I wonder why," he replied. "Turn around and bend over. I'll get it and you even wetter."
Chuckling, Kaitlyn did as she was told. I could see the straight line of her back and the swell of her hips as she offered herself to him. He stepped into position behind her and guided himself between her legs with one hand. Never in my life had I been this excited. I shuddered through several climaxes while Charlie fucked her soundly from behind. His balls slapped the back of her thighs steadily and, again, thick, wet sounds reached my ears. I knew he had to be churning her juices to a froth and my fingers did the same to my own cunt.
Finally, Kaitlyn climaxed again, much quieter this time.
And then Charlie began bucking out of control. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted.
I saw the shadow of him pulling Kaitlyn back against him. He thrust forward at the same time and my own pussy spasmed as if it were me getting fucked.
A flash of shadow overhead brought me back to the present. It was a bird flitting through the trees overhead. 1 suddenly realized my legs had fallen apart and I was rubbing my clit through my wet shorts. God, the memory was so vivid! It seemed like yesterday that I experienced voyeurism for the first time.
Looking around to make sure I was still alone in the forest, I let my thoughts drift again. Eventually, I told Kaitlyn what I had seen and she was more than a little interested. In fact, it was her idea to allow me to hide in the closet and watch while she and Charlie fucked with the lights on.
That was the night she gave me her big dildo. "You're going to need this," she said with a little laugh.
I'll never forget that evening. Kaitlyn lured Charlie back to our room much earlier than usual. He had no idea I was there. In fact, from the looks of things Charlie had only one thing on his mind-Kaitlyn. He was all over her from the minute they walked into the room. He undressed her slowly, caressing every inch of her bare skin with his hands and then his tongue.
Kaitlyn was a quivering mass of female flesh before they even made it to the bed. I wasn't much better and rubbed my crotch absently as I watched the whole thing.
On the bed, Charlie's mouth wet her pink nipples. He licked his way down her body and began kissing her mound, avoiding her most sensitive spot on purpose. Soon, Kaitlyn was wildly searching for his elusive tongue. Her pink pussy opened like a flower when he finally gave her what she wanted. She groaned loudly and held his bobbing head with both hands. As Charlie grabbed her ass to pull him further onto his tongue, Kaitlyn rubbed her steamy snatch all over his face and exploded in climax.
In the closet, I was pretty close to the same thing. Struggling to keep quiet, I drove two fingers deep inside my pussy and ground my clit against my palm. My climax was less intense than Kaitlyn's simply because part of my thoughts were elsewhere.
Charlie pushed her legs high and wide and moved into position between them. His prick looked enormous, the head swollen and red. He smiled at the woman writhing beneath him as he rubbed that knob up and down her slit. She gasped when he mashed her clit. Her pussy sucked at the head when it was offered but Charlie took it away quickly. He even nudged her puckered anus with his tool.
"Charlie, please," Kaitlyn gasped. "I need it."
"You really are worked up tonight," Charlie said allowing her to guide him to her pulsing pussy.
"I can't help it," she whimpered. Any explanation she was going to give for her excitement was lost as he entered her. She moaned, a low, throaty sound. Placing her hands on his lean hips, she rocked her hips, urging him to start moving.
"Let's slow down," Charlie said, moving in and out slowly. "We've got some time."
Kaitlyn seemed to gain some control over herself at that point. Of course, she was so turned on because she knew I was watching but we couldn't tell Charlie that. I don't know that he ever knew I watched many, many times during that year.
In the closet, I had removed my panties and was squatting as I fingered myself wildly. With Charlie trying to slow things down, that gave me a better chance to see and enjoy everything. He held her legs high and wide while he fucked her slowly. The two of them watched his shiny wet prick slide in and out of her hole. When she began losing control again, he fucked her faster and rode high on her mound, grinding her clit between them.
I swear, Kaitlyn winked at me over his shoulder as she strained against her lover. She slid her hands down his sweaty back to his hips again and pulled them apart. I could see everything, from his bloated balls slapping her upturned bottom to his exposed anus. It was lime to use the dildo! My climax coincided with Kaitlyn's. It was one of the most intense of my young life.
Almost before she caught her breath, Charlie was changing positions. He urged her to turn over and she moved to her hands and knees readily. This gave me a different, just as exciting, view of things.
Charlie pounded into her from behind while Kaitlyn muffled her moans into the pillow. She didn't seem to be enjoying it as much as before even though her juices were pouring down her quivering thighs. Then Charlie pushed one of his thumbs into her wide open asshole. Kaitlyn began responding then, pushing back against him. Her groans of pleasure grew louder.
By this time he had two fingers in her rectum. "I wish we had a dildo," he breathed. "I'd fuck your ass with that."
"Oh, God," Kaitlyn groaned. "Just make me cum."
"I'll make you cum," Charlie promised. With that his thrusting went into double-time.
Kaitlyn took everything he had and reached for more. "Rub my clit," Kaitlyn moaned, lifting her head from the pillow.
He reached underneath, found her magic button and pinched it to match his steady thrusting.
Again, Kaitlyn and I climaxed at the same time.
As I rested, weak and gasping, against the closet wall, I heard Charlie suggest another move. "I call this my movie position," he told her as they settled into another position. "This way I can watch, play with your tits, and your clit and fuck all at the same time."
Kaitlyn made no reply but lay on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. Charlie was on his side beside her, sliding his greasy cock into her pussy. It looked even bigger than before.
"Oh, Charlie," Kaitlyn gasped as he pushed himself into her from this angle. "It's so good."
"I thought you might like this," he breathed. "Show me how you play with your clit."
Kaitlyn's hands slid down her stomach to her wet mat of curls. Her clit was erect, looking like a little prick and she gasped as her fingers touched it.
"Come on," Charlie said, thrusting deep on each word. "Give it a little rub."
Kaitlyn didn't have to be told twice. She began rubbing her sensitive nub, stimulating it expertly. I shuddered as I did the same to my own. At the same time, she began moving with Charlie, urging him to go deeper. Her breasts jiggled with her seductive movements.
I closed my eyes, content for a moment to listen. The bed squeaked with their fucking movements. I could distinguish between Kaitlyn's feminine gasps of pleasure and Charlie's grunts.
When I looked again, Kaitlyn was on top of him, facing me! With her eyes closed, she fondled her sweaty breasts and then slid her hands down her stomach to where they were joined. She was looking straight at me, too, as she exposed her clit and began rubbing it with two fingers. This orgasm would not be delayed. I bucked and whimpered and pushed the dildo deep into my spasming cunt.
If Charlie had not been concentrating so on Kaitlyn, I'm sure he would have heard me. As it was, Kaitlyn was cumming, too, convulsing wildly on top of him.
"Now, it's my turn," Charlie said as he pulled Kaitlyn down beside him on the bed.
They lay in the damp, tangled sheets spoon fashion, while he continued to fuck her. His movements were faster now, more erratic, signaling that he was losing control. Kaitlyn lifted one leg and, again, I could see everything from my standing position at the closet door.
"Fuck it," she said over her shoulder. "Fuck it, Charlie."
"Gonna blow," he moaned. "I'm losing it."
"Do it, baby," she urged. "Squirt it all over my ass."
That seemed to be what Charlie was waiting for. He pulled his cock out of her with a wet plop and she caught it in her free hand. Aiming his cock at her wide open hole, she began pumping him, concentrating on the head.
"Oh. yeah," Charlie roared as he fucked her hand. "Oh, yeah."
In the next heartbeat he exploded. I watched in fascination as his jerking cock sprayed an enormous amount of thick, white spunk all over Kaitlyn's pussy and ass. She did not stop until she had milked him completely dry and they both collapsed, exhausted.
I was feeling pretty exhausted myself. Pulling the dildo from my pussy, 1 slid to the closet floor in silence. I knew then that I would be forever addicted to voyeurism.
Again, a rustle of leaves nearby brought me back to the present. I had pulled my wide shorts leg aside and was fingering myself openly. God, it felt good and I moaned aloud, not wanting to stop. I only slowed my in and out movements while I made sure I was still alone. A squirrel scampered up a nearby tree. Realizing he was my only company, I pinched my clit and let the memories flood my mind again.
Charlie fucked Kaitlyn twice more that evening before leaving. When he was finally gone, I came out of the closet and we stood looking at each other. An awkward silence filled the room.
"That really turned me on," she confessed. "Having you watch."
"I was pretty turned on myself," I told her, motioning to the fact that I was still half naked. In fact, I still held the wet dildo in my hand.
"You know, I never got a chance to clean up," she began as she returned to the rumpled bed. "Would you like to help me?"
Kaitlyn was turned on again, I could see it in her glittering eyes and flushed cheeks. I approached the bed as if in a trance, watching her nipples grow erect again. She spread her legs wide, showing me her freshly fucked pussy. The hairs were a mass of tangles and some of Charlie's scum still oozed out of her hole. "I've never...." I began.
"Don't you want to?" she whispered, pulling me on top of her.
Our mouths came together. She had been licking him clean after their last session and I could taste the mixture of their fluids. This excited me and I found myself exploring her sweaty body with my hands.
"That's right," she purred. "Touch me like you like to be touched."
And after that it was so simple. I fondled her breasts, rubbed her hips and then stroked her sticky wet inner thighs. Her moans thrilled me and I continued. Combing her cunt hairs with my fingertips, I tugged playfully at her lips. At the same time, I sucked first one nipple and then the other into my mouth.
"You taste salty," I told her. "But I like it."
"Taste my pussy," she instructed, gently pushing on my head.
The smell of her cunt, the taste of her skin, drew me like a magnet downward. I tongued her navel and then ran my tongue through her bush. Taking just a few moments, I studied her pussy. I gazed at her clit close up and studied her pink, swollen lips. Her hole was oozing juice again, only this time it mingled with Charlie's offerings. It smelled heady and nasty and I loved it.
With a low moan, I buried my face there. I licked and sucked and swallowed and continued to do so until she was completely clean. In the meantime, Kaitlyn went wild, rubbing her pussy all over my face much as she had Charlie's earlier. She tangled her fingers in my hair and shuddered through an orgasm that seemed to last for an eternity.
When it was over, she smiled down at me. "You deserve something special for that."
If something special included getting my pussy licked, I was more than ready for that. I allowed her to pull me up onto the pillow beside her. She kissed my wet mouth, licking her juice off my cheeks and moaning at the taste. Finally, she pressed the full length of her body against mine, nipples, bellies, pussies tight together. I relaxed as her hands explored me and, for the first time in my life, discovered what it was like to make love with another woman.
"Would you like to watch this, too?" Kaitlyn had asked after a few minutes.
I nodded.
"Come on," she said. Climbing off the bed, she took my hand and led me toward the full length mirror on our closet door. "Now you can watch me make love to you."
I stood facing the mirror. With my hair tousled, my eyes glazed with lust, I hardly recognized myself. Kaitlyn was behind me, her hands covering my aching breasts. She kissed my neck and shoulder and I could feel her hard nipples against my back. Her wet pussy was pressed against my butt.
Slowly, slowly her hands slid downward until they reached my pussy. She held my lips apart and then began making a circle around my clit with her fingers. I gasped and jerked as bolts of electrical excitement shot through me.
As I sat there among the trees masturbating, I experienced again just how thrilling it was to watch the whole process and participate in it at the same time. As my fingers churned my cunt juices to a froth, I could almost feel her hands on me, and then her mouth on my hip as she licked her way down my backside. Kaitlyn had parted my cheeks and tongued my asshole, sliding the point deep just as her ringers entered me from the front. "Dear God!" I gasped.
Although my mind was dwelling on an incident that had happened years before, I was aware of a cool breeze caressing my bare nipples. Eventually, Kaitlyn slid underneath me and I squatted over her face, riding her magical tongue. Relaxing, I simply let thoughts and feelings overtake me. I could almost see myself in front of that mirror, gyrating wildly while I came all over her face.
The orgasm that overtook me there in the forest, though, was far more real than the one I could remember. I plunged two fingers deep into my pussy, moaned loudly and bucked against my hand. It felt as if it might go on forever, reaching an even higher plateau every moment as I continued to rub my clit.
At long last I returned to reality and opened my eyes. "Jesus!" I whispered to myself as I licked my slimy fingers. It had been years since I'd thought about Kaitlyn and college days. For the remainder of our time together she had let me watch her with her many lovers. Afterwards, I would always lick her clean and then she would pleasure me as well. I wondered whatever happened to Kaitlyn and I wondered if she ever thought of me.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps coming not down the path but through the woods toward me. Leaping to my feet, I wiped my hands on my shorts and stepped out onto the walking trail again.
"Miss, are you all right?"
It was a park ranger dressed in his khaki colored uniform, his face full of concern. "Yes," I answered.
"Well, I heard someone moaning and then a young couple, college students, came running out of the woods," he explained. "Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes," I answered.
The young couple had been watching me. I was as sure of it as anything in my life. I didn't take much time to think about that, though, until the ranger left me alone. And when it did dawn on me, I was as excited as I'd been before, maybe even more so.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, when I arrived at the store, I received a call from a client looking for another specially made fuck film. This was a woman who, until just recently, remained anonymous. She was wondering if I could locate a movie with nothing but women loving each other.
After searching in vain for something I thought she might like, I began making calls to distributors. Now, I had two requests, one for sex toys, the other for lesbians. And I wasn't having much luck finding either one. Just when my frustration began to get the better of me, the lenses and filters arrived. I was so excited, I could hardly wait to call Brad. When I did call, he sounded so thrilled I offered to bring them over that afternoon.
The Westgate house is about two blocks down from ours snuggled neatly into a cul-de-sac. I pulled into the driveway, tooted the horn and practically leaped out of the car. Racing around to open the trunk, I began lifting out boxes and carefully lying them on the ground. Every once in a while I looked up to see if Brad was coming out to help me.
There was no one in sight. In fact, the whole neighborhood looked deserted. Picking up the largest box, I started toward the house. I climbed the steps and rang the bell. I waited for someone to answer, but no one did, so I rang it again. Finally, I heard muffled footsteps and Brad opened the door.
"Oh, it's you," he said with a smile. Opening the door, he took the box from me. "Is there more?"
"Yeah, I'll get them," I told him and scampered back down the steps.
When I returned with the few remaining boxes in hand, Brad's wife Tammy was holding the door open for me. A tall, leggy blonde, she was wearing a silky Dallas Cowboys shirt that stopped about mid-way up her thighs. She gave me a smile but there was something in her eyes that told me she wasn't happy to see me. Then she motioned to where Brad was already opening his box.
"This is better than Christmas," he said.
And that's when I noticed that he was wearing nothing but a pair of jogging shorts. He looked sweaty even though the house was cool and his thick hair was a tangled mess. We worked together for the next few minutes. I read the instructions while Brad mounted the attachments to his camera. It wasn't until I stepped closer to point out an adjustment that needed to be made that I smelled it-pussy. He and Tammy had been fucking or getting ready to when I arrived.
"Let's see how this works," he said and aimed the camera at his wife.
Tammy struck a sexy pose, thrusting her full chest toward him and lifting her arms above her head. A thick patch of blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs came into view. She played up to the camera, actually pulling the shirt up higher to reveal her naked body from the waist down.
"That's it, baby," Brad breathed, adjusting the lens. "Show me your stuff." He moved around her, shooting from several different angles.
Tammy laughed softly, turned around and began pulling her shirt over her head. Her back was slender and just as tanned as the rest of her. When the shirt fell to the floor, she turned around, covering her breasts with her hands demurely. Then, finally, she cupped her heavy globes and offered them to Brad and the camera, thumbing the candy pink nipples. They perked to stiff points.
I could do nothing but stand there and stare at my neighbor. First of all I hadn't realized she was so sexy. What surprised me most, though, was that she was obviously experienced in how to act in front of a camera.
"Here," Brad said, thrusting the camera into my hands. "I gotta have some of this."
I stood there watching as he approached his naked wife, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. As their tongues battled, he caressed her breasts. She had both hands inside of his shorts, stroking his erection. A myriad of emotions ran through me and I wasn't sure what to do. Should I just leave? Stay and watch? Brad answered them all.
"There's a blank tape in the camera," Brad breathed as he kissed his way down his wife's long neck.
"You want me to tape you...." I asked lamely.
"Sure," he answered, moving his mouth from one hard nipple to the other. "Try out those new lenses."
Lifting the camera into position, I was amazed at how light and convenient it was to hold. Brad had pulled Tammy's breasts together so he could suck both nipples at the same time by the time I began taping.
"You know how much I love that," she gasped. Thrusting her chest in his face, she watched him flick his tongue back and forth across the sensitive buds.
1 zoomed in close, making sure to capture the glittering wetness from his mouth.
"As much as you love this," he replied.
Following the movement of his hand with the camera, I watched him insert a single teasing finger between her puffy lips.
"Oh," she whimpered.
"Or maybe as much as you like this," he said as he released her tits. Kissing his way down her flat stomach, he swirled his tongue through her pubic hairs a few moments and then used it to pry her lips apart.
Tammy had her hands on his shoulders, thrusting her pussy toward his face. I worked my way back upward with the camera, getting a close up of her still wet nipples. Finally, I reached her face. Her eyes were closed and she licked her lips seductively. Her moans grew louder and throatier and I heard a thick, wet slurping sound from below.
"God, you suck me so good!" Tammy groaned and trembled from head to toe.
My panties were already soaked. I'd discovered a long time ago that voyeurism made me crazy and had just started experiencing it again. But watching lovers through the eye of the camera was even better.
With another low moan, Tammy placed one foot up on a nearby chair. This opened her up wide. I moved around so that I could get a good shot of Brad's tongue sliding in and out of her pulsing pussy. He appeared to be somewhat of an expert at this. Using the tip, he probed deep into her hole and then circled her clit with it teasingly. When she was reaching for him again, he pushed his tongue deep and flicked it in and out several times.
"God, I think I'm going to cum!" Tammy whimpered.
I managed to move the camera back up her body. Her breasts danced on her chest with her rapid thrusting, and sweat beaded on her upper lip. The look on her face was a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Her groans of release came to a halt suddenly and she stiffened. Below, Brad had worked two fingers into her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
When she caught her breath, he eased her onto the sofa. Then he turned to me. I put the camera on PAUSE and gave him a questioning look.
"Would you mind taping the rest?" he asked. How could I refuse? There he stood with his swollen cockhead sticking up out of the waistband of his shorts, his face covered with pussy juice.
"Please," Tammy said from where she lay. "We usually just tape each other."
"Of course," I managed to croak. I didn't tell them that I all but climaxed when Tammy did just from watching.
Without another word, Brad turned to his wife. She slipped to the floor and patted the sofa cushions. "Let me have a taste of that."
Brad did as she asked, smiling down at his wife as she moved between his legs. I lifted the camera to my eye, focused and pressed the RECORD button.
Tammy sucked Brad's fat knob into her mouth and held it there while she removed his shorts. I got a close up of her wet inner thighs, her tangled mass of blonde curls and then zoomed in on her mouth. She was licking him now, tracing his heavily veined shaft with the point of her tongue. Every once in a while she would stop and massage her spit into his skin with one hand. That brought a groan from her husband and his cock would search for her mouth again.
The scene was so erotic, so intriguing that I left the camera right where it was. Tammy was obviously enjoying this as much as Brad. She finally began placing wet sucking kisses on his knob and then lapped up his pre-cum with her long, pink tongue. At long last, she made a tight circle of her full lips and pushed them down over his dong. About half of his length was all she could take but she released him slowly, her tongue working overtime as she did so.
I moved the camera back slightly, taking in Brad's body which was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. He fucked his wife's face gently and ran his fingers through her long hair. I saw one of Tammy's hands move to caress her husband's balls and caught that on tape. He moved a little faster and made a guttural sound. Tammy moaned around his meat and sucked harder.
Quickly, I moved behind her to get a good shot of her backside. There were her pussy lips, puffy and pink, and her juices literally poured down her thighs. Even as I zoomed in slowly on the delectable sight, she reached between her legs with one hand. Holding herself even wider with her fingers, she began smearing her juices around with her fingertips.
Then I had an idea. Pressing the FADE OUT button, I placed the camera on pause. "Tammy, turn around and lean back against the sofa. Brad, straddle her face."
They obeyed immediately. Tammy sat on the floor with her legs spread out in front of her. Brad stood over her face and guided his prick to her mouth. As she sucked her husband between her lips again, she ran her hands up the back of his thighs. When they were on his ass, she urged him to start moving.
Now, I had a whole different array of angles and positions from which to shoot. I taped them from behind, which captured everything from his swinging balls to the way she teased his asshole with her finger. Again, I began moving. A good view from the side showed Tammy's lovely profile, her mouth filled with prick. Around behind the sofa, I caught a full length shot of Brad. He closed his eyes, obviously struggling for control. Behind them, Tammy was fingering herself again.
"I gotta fuck that pussy," Brad said suddenly. He pulled his prick from Tammy's mouth abruptly.
"Yes, please," she whispered, sliding to her back on the floor. Arms and legs spread wide, she reached for him with her entire body.
As they changed positions, I squeezed my thighs together around my own aching clit. God, what I would have given to have Brad's cock just then!
Brad mounted her, sliding deep with one stroke. Tammy gasped at the thorough penetration. They lay together for a few moments, savoring that first sweet moment of joining. I was kneeling on the floor close by, camera in hand, trying to decide on the best angle.
"Fuck me," Tammy said in a loud whisper. "Just fuck me."
With a low moan, Brad began moving. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, let me see it shiny wet, and then pushed it in deep again. Tammy bucked upward to meet him, her pussy swallowing him eagerly.
Their movements picked up speed and intensity very quickly. I continued moving around the thrashing couple, quietly videotaping the whole thing. Inside I was going crazy, my whole body screaming for release. The room reeked of sex and that would be the only thing I could not capture on film. Otherwise, it was all there, the sights and the sounds of two people working toward an explosive orgasm.
Tammy was the first to lose control. She howled and wrapped her arms and legs around Brad. He kept right on pounding into her, bringing her to higher and higher levels of excitement until she finally collapsed.
I did my best to get it all on tape but knew I was going to have to practice to get it perfect. That's when the idea hit me for making the movies. I didn't have long to think about that, though.
"Uh! Uh!" Brad grunted and slammed into his wife so hard he lifted her off the floor.
"Shoot on my tits," she wailed, her excitement growing again. "Please, cum on my tits."
Brad brought himself back to earth long enough to pull out of his wife's pussy and straddle her body. She reached for his prick with both hands and began pumping him. Her hands moved rapidly up and down his pole, concentrating mainly on the sensitive head. I heard him grunting again. Through the camera, I watched him arch his back and fuck his wife's hands. In the next instant, his spunk was spurting across her body. The streams landed on her sweaty chest, bathing first one nipple and then the other in scalding spunk. Both of them were moaning softly when she milked him dry and then smeared the goo into her skin with her fingers.
"Jesus, what a cum!" Brad said as he lay on the floor beside Tammy.
"You always get super hot in front of the camera," she reminded him.
Her last word reminded me of the camera in my hand and I turned it off. Placing it on the table nearby, I sat there for a moment looking at the two naked people on the floor trying to catch their breath. Tammy was covered with Brad's sweat and semen and did not appear in any hurry to get cleaned up. Brad was stretched out beside her. Her juices were drying on his cock, which was now shriveled up against his thigh.
"It was especially good this time because of Rita," Brad said after a few minutes.
"Shall we watch it now?" Tammy asked, finally moving to a sitting position.
"Why not. I'm sure Rita would like to see the results."
I shrugged. "I've got time."
Without bothering to dress, Brad removed the tape from the camera. He put it in the VCR and turned everything on. I was still boiling over with excitement. Again, I wondered just how much more of this I could take.
When the tape began, Brad gave me some constructive criticism about angles and then discussed lighting and sound techniques. Before long, however, he and Tammy were snuggled together, kissing again. She fondled his prick, which was beginning to grow and he teased her nipples with his fingers.
"Look, if you don't mind...." I began, finally giving in to what I'd been needing for over an hour. "I have to cum." I stood up to leave the room.
"Stay," Tammy said. "We want to watch."
I remained standing, turned to face them and slowly peeled my jeans off my hips. My panties followed, the crotch thick with my juices. Naked from the waist down, I took a seat across from them, spread my legs wide and pulled my sweater up.
"Nice tits," Brad muttered.
"And an even sweeter looking pussy," Tammy said.
I could literally feel their eyes on me, searing my already burning flesh. Running my hands up my sticky wet thighs, I spread my tender lips with my fingers. I gasped as cool air caressed my throbbing clit like a lover's tongue. Animal sounds of pleasure came from the TV speakers. On the screen, Brad and Tammy were fucking wildly on the floor. In reality, they were watching me masturbate. I shuddered at the thought.
Smearing my juices all over my clit made me jump and gasp. I did that several times and then eased two fingers into my hungry pussy. Unable to stifle a moan of pleasure, I closed my eyes and sank lower into the chair. Before long, I was pinching my clit with fingers from my free hand, thrusting upward to meet the ones plunging in and out of my twat.
"This is better than movies," Brad said.
I was aware of him leaning forward as if to sniff the
"Help her, honey," Tammy urged. "Maybe I'll do a little picture taking."
Brad gently pushed my hands away as he knelt on the floor between my legs. He sucked my wet fingers into his mouth and I continued humping the air helplessly while I watched. After running his tongue intimately between each one, he swirled his tongue through my wet bush.
"Yes!" I hissed and pushed my pussy at his face. I held my slippery lips wide with my fingers, humping the air wantonly. My clit, hard and throbbing, reached for his mouth.
At long last, the point of his tongue circled my clit and I trembled from head to toe. His experienced oral muscle slithered downward and dipped into my aching cunt.
"Suck me," I whimpered, completely lost in ecstasy.
A sudden flash of light drew my attention back to reality for a moment. Then there was a click and a whir and I realized someone was taking pictures. It was Tammy. I heard her talking as if from a distance.
"Make her cum," she said. "This is great!"
Brad settled down to some serious sucking. While he sucked my clit into his hot mouth, he worked two fingers into my hungry pussy. I humped his hand and his face, feeling my orgasm swelling up inside of me.
Flash. Click. Whir.
Then he began flicking my sensitive nub with his tongue to match the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. Flash. Click. Whir.
My orgasm built, subsided and built again. I bucked wildly, hanging onto his head with both hands.
Flash. Click Whir.
Finally I exploded. Guttural, animal-like sounds of pleasure that I barely recognized came from me. I ground my pussy all over his face. And the pleasure continued, seeming to spark to life again every time the camera flashed.
As I slowly returned to reality, I realized Brad and Tammy were kissing. She laughed and said something and then they helped me out of the chair and onto the floor. I was aware of the rough carpet under my back and hips. I was aware of Tammy between my legs this time, taking more pictures.
"Fuck her," Tammy said, making some adjustments on her camera.
"Please," I whispered. I wasn't sure if I wanted his cock or I just wanted Tammy to continue taking pictures.
Brad was naked, his chest hair matted with sweat. He knelt between my legs and I eagerly opened them wider for him. Both of us watched as he pressed the head of his dick inside of me. And then he entered me, inch by glorious inch. Tammy took pictures the whole time. All I could do was grunt and groan and beg him for more. He alternated between hard, deep thrusts and gentle, teasing ones. The technique drove me wild. I met him thrust for thrust, taking everything he had.
After I climaxed the second time, Brad and I changed positions while Tammy put more film in her camera. This time, I was on top of him. God, he felt huge inside of me! I rode him hard and fast. Part of me was thrilled just imagining the pictures Tammy was getting. The other part of me was struggling to reach orgasm again. As I worked my hips in a circle, grinding my clit between us, Brad lost control. With a howl of pleasure, his cock swelled to enormous proportions, pulsed inside of me and began spraying.
"Get off," Tammy instructed. "I want to get the cum shots."
I scrambled off him and squatted between his legs, pumping his spewing cock with one hand. At the same time, my other hand was busy between my legs. Just as he finished squirting, my orgasm hit and I sank to the floor, convulsing uncontrollably.
Even as Brad and I lay there catching our breath, Tammy continued to take pictures. I never even questioned what she might do with these pictures.
CHAPTER EIGHT
By the time Brad poured my third glass of iced tea, we had reached a tentative agreement. He, Tammy and I had cleaned up after the picture taking episode and were sitting around the table. I told them of my problems finding the kind of X-rated films I'd been searching for and, together, we came up with a plan. Tammy was trained in interior decorating. She could create marvelously sexy rooms right there in their basement. Brad had the technical know-how, lighting and sound. I could run the camera. I would love to run the camera!
In the end our only problem was finding the actors and actresses.
"They don't have to be trained, necessarily," I mused. "My customers want something different." I searched for words to describe it. "Unrehearsed, no plot, just raw sex."
"Did you say something about sex toys?" Tammy asked. She was already preparing the film from the camera for developing.
I nodded. "And I'm also looking for one about lesbians. The customer was very specific. Just two women loving each other, plain and simple."
"I don't know any lesbians," Tammy said thoughtfully. "But I've heard about a neighbor...."
I was just about to mention that I'd heard the same story when Brad interrupted us.
"Bill and Marsha," Brad said, slapping the table. Tammy's face lit up. "Do you think they would do it?"
Brad shrugged. "Who knows? They have more sex toys than anyone I know and they didn't mind showing us how to use them."
Tammy turned to me. "Brad and I belong to a sex club, a swinger's club. Bill and Marsha are an older couple who happen to be into sex toys. Feathers, oils, everything you can imagine."
"Can we ask them?" I asked.
"Let me talk to them," Brad offered. "I'll let you know."
It was almost dark by the time I arrived at home. I showered and dressed in a pair of warm, comfortable sweats to wait for Eric. As I sat there, I began making a list of the women I would like to watch him with. Tammy was one of them. Helen another. Eric was so late getting home, I was asleep. He helped me into bed and when I woke up the next morning, he had already left. Disappointed, I showered and dressed to go to work. I didn't even get a chance to tell him about my new filmmaking business.
Three days later Brad called to tell me that Bill and Marsha would be happy to star in our sex toys video.
"When can we do it?" I asked, my heart pounding.
"This afternoon if you can make it."
"I'll be there."
Just after lunch I arrived at the Westgate house. Tammy had created a normal looking bedroom in the basement. Brad had her add mirrors and he'd rigged up some special lighting. They showed me the vibrator in the nightstand drawer. There were small bottles of oils scattered here and there.
"What's this?" I asked, pointing to a briefcase sitting on the floor near the bed.
Brad grinned and flipped the latches. It opened to reveal the largest array of dildos and vibrators I'd ever seen in my life. Most of them looked incredibly life-like. Some were simply huge! There was a long, flexible black double-headed dildo, and I wondered how they were planning to use that.
"They even have a butt plug," Tammy whispered.
I shivered. This was going to be one hot video.
We then went upstairs and I was introduced to a handsome couple. Bill and Marsha were a bit older, maybe 45, but they were both tall, lean and athletic looking. I liked them right away and by the time we went downstairs to "get down to it", we were completely at ease with each other.
I picked up the camera, loaded a blank tape and tried out several different angles. Tammy fluffed the pillows on the bed and rearranged some flowers on the nightstand.
"Here's the idea," Brad said, taking charge immediately. "Marsha, thinking you're going to be alone, you use your vibrator and some oil. Then, Bill arrives unexpectedly and he just happens to have some of his toys with him."
Bill and Marsha nodded, kissed briefly and parted company. She moved into the bedroom while Bill remained off camera. Brad nodded at me and I moved into position, camera running.
Standing in front of the mirror, Marsha began removing her clothes. It wasn't a slow, sensual strip but, because of the mirror, I was able to get both sides of her at the same time. When she removed her bra, she tossed it aside and stood there for a moment fondling her firm breasts. Her nipples were a dark coral color and looked to be as big as my thumb by the time she peeled off her panties. In the mirror I could see the dark triangle of hair at the base of her flat belly and those luscious breasts, just begging for a mouth. At the same time, her slender back and round ass were visible, adding to the excitement.
Being careful so that I would not be seen in the mirror, I let the camera travel slowly down her long, shapely legs and back up again. Just as she parted her thighs with both hands and squeezed her mound, I closed in for a tight shot.
"I really need a man tonight," Marsha said to her reflection in the mirror. "But since I'm all alone, I guess my toy will have to do."
The little speech did not sound contrived or stilted in any way. It was almost as if the rest of us had disappeared and she was talking to herself. Moving gracefully to the bed, Marsha lay down on the pale blue satin comforter and fondled herself a while longer. She ran her hands down her slender sides and spread her legs wide, squirming against the bed, moaning softly. With one hand, she reached over to the nightstand and picked up a small bottle of oil. Smearing a drop or two on each nipple brought another, louder moan from her.
Suddenly, weak with excitement, I heard soft whispers behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Tammy was sucking Bill into an erection. I struggled to concentrate on the task at hand, making sure the camera picked up Marsha's glistening, super hard nipples.
Replacing the oil, she opened the nightstand drawer and withdrew the medium-sized vibrator I'd seen before. Moaning softly, she caressed it with both hands and then sniffed it briefly. With a flick of her wrist, it hummed to life and she worked the buzzing tip across each of her nipples and down her stomach. By this time, she had the soles of her feet together and her knees spread wide. I zoomed in for a close up of her wet pussy, the erect clit, the lips gleaming.
"Oh, yes!" Marsha moaned as she made a little circle around her clit with the vibrator. Pushing just the end into her pussy, she worked it in a little circle until it was wet. Then she moved it lower, rotating the sex toy against her anus.
I had never seen anyone as skillful with the vibrator. Marsha brought it back to her pussy and pushed it inside, lifting her ass off the bed as she did so. The buzzing turned to a low, pulsing throb as it slid deeper and deeper. Soon the woman was holding the vibrator with both hands, fucking herself steadily. Her grunts of pleasure filled the small space. Her writhing body glistened with sweat and Marsha appeared to be heading quickly toward a much-needed climax.
I moved around the bed cautiously, experimenting with different angles without interrupting her masturbation. The lighting was arranged perfectly so there would be no shadows.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock as if someone was at the door.
I moved the camera up to Marsha's face and then followed her across the room to the makeshift door in the wall. Still naked, she opened the door and Bill stepped inside. He was wearing a suit and carrying the briefcase I'd seen earlier.
"Getting ready for me?" he asked, tugging playfully at one of her nipples.
"I really wasn't expecting you," she said. They kissed deeply and she pressed her naked body against him. "I was just playing with my toy." After that statement she pointed toward the bed where her vibrator lay. It was still covered with her thick juice.
A wide shot of the room captured Bill picking it up. He studied it for a moment and then licked it. "Nice," he said. "I bet I have a toy or two you'd like better."
"I'll bet you do," Marsha cooed. Snuggling close again, she ran her hand over his crotch. His prick looked as if it was trying to rip a hole in the front of his slacks.
Marsha helped Bill remove his jacket and tie and then unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy chest. "Let me see your toys," she said, moving to the bed.
Instead of unzipping his pants, Bill snapped open the briefcase. I zoomed in close for a shot of the toys inside as Marsha ran her fingers over them lovingly.
"Just lay back and relax," he told her as he picked up a large, flesh colored dildo.
Marsha eased back onto the pillows and spread her legs eagerly. She stroked her shiny wet thighs and then held her cunt lips wide for him. Catching her lower lip in her teeth, she held her breath as he worked the huge knob up and down her slit. When it was shiny wet, he pressed it against her overflowing pussy.
Through the camera lens, I could actually see it sucking hungrily on the rubber dick. Bill continued teasing her with the knob until she was moaning softly and rocking her hips steadily.
"Ready for some more?" he asked, his voice husky. Every once in a while he gave his erection a squeeze through his slacks.
"Yes," she whispered. Eyes closed, she licked her lips seductively and held her legs high and wide for him.
Bill pushed the fake dong into her, withdrawing it only slightly before giving her several more inches. It was a long, slow process before she could take it all but Marsha seemed to love every minute of it. I moved the camera back and forth, from her face to her breasts.
Bill's face was a mask of concentration. He pinched her clit with one hand and controlled the dildo with the other. Then, I moved in for a close up of her pussy which was stretched wide around the dildo. Her juices boiled out around the pistoning toy, running down her crack to the bed.
"God, yes!" she groaned as she humped the toy. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Bill did not miss a stroke as he lowered his mouth to her clit and sucked it inside.
I squeezed my legs tight together and kept right on taping.
Marsha went off like a rocket. She held onto Bill's wrist with both hands and her body bucked wildly. Then, with a howl, she stiffened and finally collapsed.
"I knew you'd like my toys," he said with a low chuckle as he slowly removed the dildo.
Her pussy released it reluctantly. Taking it in her hands, she smeared the thick coating of oils all over her breasts and sucked it briefly.
By this time Bill had removed his clothes. He was as well built as she, lean and muscular. Kneeling beside Marsha, he worked the knob of his throbbing cock back and forth across her lips. She tossed the dildo aside and sucked him deep into her mouth.
"Nice," he whispered as he fucked her face gently. "Very nice."
Releasing him abruptly, Marsha reached for the bottle of oil again. "I have some toys of my own," she said softly. This time, she smeared the clear fluid onto the head of his cock, worked it up and down his thick shaft and onto his balls.
"Oh, yeah," Bill moaned as he pushed his well-oiled pelvis into her talented hands. When she was finished, his entire crotch gleamed in the soft lighting. His cock looked twice the size and throbbed with every beat of his heart.
Suddenly, Marsha rolled onto her side and reached under the bed. When she withdrew the fully inflated blow-up doll, Bill looked surprised. I was surprised, too, almost forgetting that I was taping and had to be perfectly still. I bit my lip to keep quiet.
"I thought you might want a choice," she said as she arranged the doll beside her on the bed. With two fingers she scooped the natural lubrication flowing from her own cunt and applied it to the doll's pussy.
Bill crawled between the doll's legs. Marsha knelt beside him, guiding his cock to the fur-trimmed hole. He rammed himself in to the hilt and began fucking with slow, deep thrusts.
"That's right," Marsha purred as she stroked his back and hip. "Fuck her good. She's your secretary, Janice, and she wants you, darling. She wants every inch of your rock hard meat stuffed deep into her pussy."
"Yeah, baby, take it all," Bill grunted as he slammed into her twice as hard.
My hands were shaking so that I could hardly hold onto the camera. I was tempted to hand it over to Brad but he was busy with Tammy. I had seen her removing her clothes earlier. Swallowing hard, I moved in behind Bill for a tight shot of his wet balls slapping the doll's butt.
Marsha's fingers covered his tender orbs and he growled as he continued humping the plastic woman. She ran her fingertips lightly from his scrotum up to his puckered anus. There she teased it lightly, bringing more sounds of pleasure from her husband.
"The butt plug," he moaned as he slowed his movements slightly. "Get the butt plug."
Marsha moved to the briefcase and held up a slender, plastic device I'd seen earlier. Still taping, I watched in amazement as she licked it, wetting it for her lover. My pussy spasmed and juices poured as I followed her back to the bed. This was incredible! I never even knew these things existed.
Bill remained still while Marsha knelt behind him. I moved the camera up her body which was covered with a fine sheen of sweat to where she was rimming him lightly with her tongue. His throaty grunts filled the room as she poked the tip inside of his butt, flicking it in and out rapidly. Finally, she inserted the toy into his rectum and worked it in and out slowly.
"Feel good?" she asked, in a throaty sounding voice.
"Damn good," he moaned. "But your pussy would feel better wrapped around my dick."
"That can be arranged," Marsha told him.
Bill lifted himself off the doll and Marsha slid into place, arranging herself beneath him. He drove his cock into her with a satisfied sound and the two began working together like a well-oiled sex machine. I moved around taping them from lots of different angles. The best angle seemed to be from the foot of the bed. There, I could see the butt plug which remained inside of him as well as his cock pounding her pussy to a squishy pulp.
Marsha's squeals of pleasure reached my ears and I realized she was climaxing. Her face was beautiful even though it was twisted into a grimace that was difficult to describe. She wrapped her arms and legs around her husband. Bucking against him savagely, her climax seemed to go on for an eternity.
When she had partially recovered, Bill pulled his cock free with a lewd plop. He maneuvered her onto her knees and sank into her again from behind.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked, punctuating each word with a deep thrust.
"You know I do," she moaned. "Knowing you have that plug in your ass, really turns me on."
"Do you want it in yours?" he wanted to know.
"I want something bigger," she confessed.
"I have just the thing," he breathed.
Bill withdrew from her slowly, kissed her hip and it was his turn to go to the briefcase. 1 kept the camera on Marsha who had reached between her legs to finger herself in anticipation. He returned to the bed with a vibrator in his hand. It wasn't as big as a cock but it was larger than the butt plug and the surface was covered with tiny bumps. It came to life immediately. He lubricated it by sliding it into her drooling pussy. At the same time, he tongued her asshole as she had done his, making her groan loudly and push back against his face. I held my breath as he slowly pushed the buzzing toy into her rectum.
"You like?" he asked as he licked his way down her spine and nibbled her hip.
"Yes!" Marsha breathed. "Now your cock. I want that, too."
"Greedy bitch, aren't you," he mused as he knelt behind her again.
His prick was still super hard. It looked even bigger after her oils coated it again. Bill handled the situation with ease. He fucked her pussy with his dick and her ass with the vibrator at the same time as if he'd done this many times before. In fact, he managed to bring her off very quickly and still remain in control of himself.
I could not believe he was still hard when they changed positions again. This time, the vibrator was tossed aside and Bill lay down on his back. Marsha straddled his body, facing the camera. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she sank down onto him. When she began moving up and down on his pole there was no doubt that both of them were going to blow this time. Her breasts bounced with her rhythmic movements and Bill held onto her waist as he bucked upward into her. I moved in for a close shot of her scarlet-tipped fingers manipulating her own clit. And, as if to remind me, her free hand went to the butt plug still protruding from Brad's ass.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he groaned. He bucked harder as she moved it in and out.
There were sounds of sex coming from beside me.
Brad and Tammy were fucking wildly on the floor. I couldn't remember being more excited in my life. My juices poured, wetting my clothes all the way through and my knees were weak. Still, I managed to squat, holding the camera steady and rubbed my aching cunt with one hand.
Marsha climaxed first, whimpering as the tremors overtook her. She gyrated out of control and her clear lube poured down Brad's cock to his balls.
"I want to see you cum," Marsha moaned as she slid off her husband. Working the butt plug with one hand, she circled his stiff, wet cock with the other.
"Then you just keep pumping me," he groaned, bucking upward into her fist.
I panned the camera up and down his sweaty body. His face was a mask of lust, eyes squeezed tight as he concentrated on the pleasure she was bringing him.
She did as he requested, her eyes glittering feverishly as she brought him closer and closer to climax. I moved to a good angle where I could see everything and held the camera still, waiting. Her fingers flew up and down his pole, looking like nothing but a white blur. She pushed the butt plug deep into his rectum, skillfully stimulating him that way, too.
At long last, he grunted, drove his cock upward one last time and began spurting. The thick, creamy white streams flew high into the air, one right after the other. They covered Marsha's hands, her arms, and landed on his thighs. At the last minute, she captured some of his copious load in her open mouth. It ran down her tongue and onto her lips and chin.
After coming in for a close shot of her savoring his nut nectar, my mouth watered to taste him. Brad's groans turned to satisfied whimpers and he finally opened his eyes. I taped Marsha licking him clean and then they kissed warmly, snuggling together on the bed.
Just as I turned off the camera, Brad and Tammy climaxed together. Their sounds of delight brought a smile from Marsha and Bill. Carefully placing the camera on the edge of the bed, I sank into a nearby chair and brought myself to a quick, hard climax using one of Marsha's toys.
CHAPTER NINE
Marsha and Bill left very soon after we had recovered, which left Brad, Tammy and me alone to watch the video. Being the excellent teacher that he is, he pointed out my good camera skills and the ones I needed to work on. He would have to do some editing, but on the whole I'd done a better than average job.
The finished product would take a few days to complete. He would take them to the college and use the equipment there to make a quality copy for me to sell to my customer. We decided on a fee which was fair for everyone concerned. I was sure that would be the last thing we had to worry about, especially since we would probably only sell the one copy. I wanted the customer to know just how special this film was.
"Did you have any luck locating some lesbians?" Tammy asked.
"Maybe," I told her. "I'll know later this evening."
I had talked to Helen earlier in the week. First I'd mentioned what I'd seen when she was with the customer. Then I kind of hinted that if she knew a lesbian couple who would pose for some pictures, there would be money involved. That's when Helen confessed to being bisexual. She was to drop by that night to let me know if she could find a willing partner.
The knock at the door was almost timid and when I opened it, Helen was standing there. Highlighted in the glow from the porch light was a petite blonde standing close by Helen.
"Come in," I said as I stepped back and opened the door wider.
"Rita, this is Wendy," Helen said by way of introduction.
Wendy gave me a shy smile and moved closer to Helen.
"Hello. Can I offer you something to drink?" I asked once they were settled in the den.
"No, we're fine," Helen told me. She looked positively huge next to the tiny Wendy. Her bulky sweater and jeans only added to her size. I did not miss the fact that Wendy was clinging to her hand tightly.
"So, are you able to help?" I asked, not sure if Wendy knew about my request of Helen or not.
"That's why we're here," Helen began. "Wendy is a lesbian. She and I are lovers and we'd like to make the video. However, there's a little problem."
"Which is?"
"Wendy has never done anything like this before. Doesn't even know if she can. I suggested we do it while you watch, no cameras or anyone else. If she can do that, the taping should be a lot easier," Helen explained.
"It makes sense to me," I said, trying to keep the shiver of excitement out of my voice. Helen and Wendy were going to put on a sex show just for me! This was a voyeur's dream come true.
We talked a while longer about the store and other mundane topics. I sensed that Wendy was slowly becoming more at ease in my presence. Even though she was still holding Helen's hand, she leaned back against the cushions and began to look around the room.
"Can we go in the bedroom?" Wendy asked when there was a break in the conversation. Her voice was just above a whisper. These were the first words she had spoken since they'd arrived. "Of course."
A few minutes later, I was leading the way down the hall toward the guest bedroom. The two women entered the room and Wendy perched daintily on the large bed. With her hands folded in her lap, she relaxed a bit when Helen sat next to her.
"Lock the door, please," Wendy whispered.
I did as she asked and took a seat in a large, overstuffed chair next to the bed. "Just forget about me," I suggested.
"You heard her, baby," Helen said softly to the blonde. "Forget about her. Show me your pretty tits."
I was wet even before Wendy stood up and removed her sweater. Her breasts were tiny, just like the rest of her and topped with sweet looking, candy pink nipples. They grew erect when the cool air caressed them.
"You know I love looking at your tits," Helen breathed.
Making a little sound of pleasure, Wendy covered them with her hands and then pulled gently at the nipples.
"Show me your pussy now," Helen instructed. Her voice was deeper, but 1 detected a tremor.
Wendy unsnapped her jeans, pulled down the zipper and worked them down over her hips. She wasn't wearing panties and her blonde hairs were so pale, I thought for a moment she'd been shaved. When she lifted her leg to remove the jeans, I caught a glimpse of pink that made my mouth water. It was going to be difficult to sit still through this.
"Turn around." Helen urged.
Again, Wendy did as she was told, turning so that her back was toward Helen. Her silky-looking platinum hair hung down her back, just touching the top of her rounded hips.
"Bend over just slightly," Helen instructed. "You know what I like."
Wendy bent forward, thrusting her butt toward Helen's face. Helen glanced at me questioningly. I nodded at the pretty, wet pussy that peeped out from between her legs and licked my lips. A whiff of her musky scent reached my nose, only adding to my excitement.
"Are you wet for me?" Helen asked.
Wendy nodded and whispered, "Yes."
"Come here."
Wendy turned and stepped closer to Helen. I bit my lip to keep quiet as Helen ran her tongue around one pert nipple and then the other. There was a little choking sound from the blonde and she squeezed the small globes together. Helen sucked both nipples at the same time and ran her hands down Wendy's back, pulling the tiny body closer.
"What do you want now?" Helen asked of the trembling woman.
"My pussy," Wendy breathed. "I want you to suck my pussy."
Helen licked her way down Wendy's flat stomach and then planted little sucking kisses all over her furry mound. When her tongue slid into the groove between Wendy's lips, she gasped and stepped closer.
My pussy spasmed as I watched the scene and a flood of juices wet my panties. I tried to imagine how this would look on film. My customer would love it!
Suddenly, Helen lay back and pulled Wendy onto the bed with her. "You're going to have to tell me what you want?" Helen warned her.
"I want to cum!" Wendy said. "I want to cum all over your face." She was talking louder than before, her words punctuated by little gasps of pleasure.
With both hands, Helen pulled the shuddering young woman down onto her outstretched tongue.
I was sitting at the perfect angle to see everything from Wendy's erect clit to Helen's tongue sliding in and out of her hole.
"Suck me. Eat me!" Wendy wailed as she rubbed her cunt all over Helen's face. "Ram your tongue into my pussy. Finger my ass!"
I was amazed at the change that came over Wendy. Even though she was still talking quietly, her tone of voice was urgent, almost commanding. Helen had Hipped the young woman onto her back and was licking her from one end of her slit to the other. She pushed two fingers into Wendy's little asshole and rammed her tongue into the wide open, super wet pussy. Now, I really had a perfect view and I rubbed my own cunt as I watched.
"Don't stop!" Wendy howled. "Make me cum!"
In the next few moments, she was thrashing about wildly, clinging to Helen's bobbing head with both hands. Orgasm overtook her quickly and subsided only after Helen removed her fingers from Wendy's rectum.
"You know what I'm going to want in return," Helen told Wendy as she kissed her sticky wet thighs.
"Don't make me do that," Wendy whimpered, glancing quickly at me.
"Yes. I gave you want you wanted. It's my turn now."
Reluctantly, Wendy nodded and crawled off the bed. She went over to the large tote bag they had carried in and pulled out something. From where I sat, it looked like a big dildo but then she began buckling it on with straps that went around her waist and up between her legs. Helen removed her clothes and lay down on the bed. She, too, had her eyes on Wendy.
When Wendy turned around, I could not stifle the gasp that came from my lips. The long, thick cock that jutted out from her mound looked so obscene! She even stopped on her way to the bed and stroked it a few times.
"Don't tease me," Helen warned. She was as hot as I was. Lying on her back, her legs seemed to move further apart with every step Wendy took. She pulled at her big, dark nipples and rubbed her ass against the comforter.
Wendy climbed back onto the bed between Helen's legs. Kneeling close, she pushed them even further apart with her knees and then rubbed her fake dick up and down Helen's overflowing slot. "Now, you tell me what you want," Wendy demanded.
"I want your cock," Helen answered. "Please give me your cock."
Somehow their roles had gotten reversed. I wasn't sure when it happened. Now, Wendy seemed to be in control of things while Helen had become the submissive one. The idea was thrilling.
"You're going to have to tell me more than that," Wendy said as she teased Helen's pussy with the bulbous knob.
"Shove your cock deep inside of me," Helen whimpered. "Fuck me till I scream."
Wendy rammed the cock inside Helen so hard that both of them grunted. She began fucking almost immediately and it was obvious she had done this many times before. Riding high on Helen's mound, she mashed the larger woman's clit between them. Then she would work her hips in a wicked circle, pull the dildo almost free and shove it deep again. Helen was babbling obscenities, clinging to her tiny lover and rushing toward a mind-blowing climax.
Trying not to draw any attention to myself. I eased my panties down and worked my clit hard. The first tremors of orgasm shook me just as Helen's began.
There was no turning back now for either of us. As I grunted and bucked wildly in the chair, Helen struggled to get every ounce of pleasure from Wendy's rubber dick.
When it was over, the three of us sat in the kitchen and talked a little while. Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Wendy said, "I'd like to fuck you with the dildo."
"Me?" I asked, completely surprised. I had just assumed that Wendy was a one-woman lesbian.
Helen shrugged. "Go for it. I wouldn't mind watching for a change."
I was wet by the time we reached the bedroom.
Helen took a seat in the chair. I crawled onto the bed and Wendy strapped on her dick again. "I think you need to suck it," she said boldly as she joined me on the bed.
I reached for the dildo with both hands, eager to get the knob into my mouth. It was still slightly sticky from Helen's oils, but that only added to my pleasure.
Wendy let me taste it and then she pulled back out of my reach. "Ask for it."
"I want to suck your dick," I told her. "Please let me suck your dick."
Almost reluctantly, Wendy gave me the end of the dick again. I had to ask for more each time I wanted it but this game we were playing only added to the excitement of the moment. Here I was sucking a dildo strapped to a strange woman. She who had been so shy, so demure when she first arrived had turned into some sort of sexual tyrant. Soon, I had both hands on her little round ass, forcing the cock deep into my mouth.
"Helen, you suck her pussy," Wendy breathed as she fucked my face steadily.
I moaned as Helen's tongue touched me for the first time. Our working relationship would never be the same after this. It darted here and there, touching me in just the right place at the right time. It burrowed deep into my pussy, teased my tingling anus and then curled around my clit. Again, I moaned around the dildo filling my mouth.
"I want you to cum," Wendy ordered. "I want you to cum all over Helen's face."
Her words excited me further. My hips working out of control, I reached for more and more of Helen's tongue. The big brunette gave me exactly what I needed. She rocked my clit with her fingers and tongued me relentlessly. In just a matter of moments, I flew off into orbit.
When I calmed down, Wendy pulled the fake cock out of my mouth and drew a straight line down my stomach with the wet tip. It bumped against my pussy and was devoured immediately. Soon, she was pumping away between my legs, bringing me closer to an orgasm with each stroke. I held onto her tiny body, which was slick with sweat. Vaguely aware that Helen had returned to her seat in the chair and was watching us, I whispered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over in Wendy's ear.
This time the orgasm completely took my breath away. I bucked uncontrollably for a few moments, made guttural sounds of release and then stiffened completely. It was a good five minutes before my pussy released the dildo and Wendy fell onto her side.
"Now me, you two bitches," she commanded. "It's my turn to cum."
Helen and I looked at each other and then we surrounded the tiny blonde. I began licking the sweat off her breasts and working my way down. Helen started at her knees. Licking and sucking at the tender skin of her inner thighs, she worked her way upward. When we reached her pussy, we removed the dildo. Helen probed deep into Wendy's pussy with her tongue. I sucked on her tiny clit. Then we traded places and I slurped up her flowing lube while Helen teased her clit. Wendy gasped and moaned. A series of climaxes hit her like a string of firecrackers and she jerked and gasped accordingly. Finally, I pushed the dildo deep into her twat while Helen continued tonguing her clit. At the same time, I licked her anus. That was all it took to turn her into a squealing, bucking mound of female flesh.
Several days later, Wendy and Helen were at it again. I was behind the camera. Tammy had designed a very feminine set for this video. Brad had installed soft, pink lights which only added to the romantic atmosphere. At that moment, though, Helen and Wendy were anything but romantic. They had just moved into a comfortable, side by side 69 position and were eating each other with abandon. Helen's dark head bobbed between Wendy's pale legs while Wendy's blonde hair trailed along Helen's tanned thighs. Somehow she managed to keep it up out of the way so I had no problem recording every delicious tongue movement.
As they brought each other to orgasm, I zoomed in on their wet faces. And as they returned to reality, I made sure I caught their gentle, loving touches and tender kisses.
"I want the dildo," Wendy gasped.
Little did I know that until the night they came to my house, Wendy had never experienced a dildo. Since then, according to Helen, she couldn't seem to get enough.
"Which one?" Helen asked.
"You know," Wendy told her.
Helen reached under the bed and drew out their newest toy. It was a double-headed dong just like Bill and Marsha had, long and flexible, and I knew I was about to get a lesson in its use. Adjusting the focus, I panned in on an impatient Wendy, rubbing her wet cunt with both hands.
"Get it wet for me," Wendy said.
Helen brought the fake dick to her mouth. She licked and sucked on the end, moaning and closing her eyes in ecstasy. Making a tight ring of her lips, she sucked it in deep and then began bobbing her head slowly.
"Now show me how to use that fucker." Wendy's tone had taken on that demanding quality which Helen seemed to love. She sank lower onto the bed and humped the air unabashedly.
Freeing the end of the rubber dong, Helen aimed it at Wendy's wide open hole. It slipped inside easily. The blonde groaned and remained motionless while her lover pushed it deeper.
"Suck it," Wendy commanded, gazing at Helen through slitted eyes.
Kneeling on the bed beside Wendy, Helen lowered her head and performed the same oral ritual on the end of the dick protruding from Wendy's cunt. It looked for all the world as if Helen was sucking her dick. I made sure to get plenty of close ups, both of that and the fact that Helen was fingering herself wildly.
"Yeah, use that mouth," Wendy whispered, stroking her lover's hair. "Suck my dick." She worked one end of the dildo in and out of her pussy to match Helen's bobbing head.
Suddenly, Helen lifted her face and looked up at the blonde. "I need to get fucked, too." She appeared to be almost pleading.
Without another word, Wendy moved to her hands and knees on the bed. She knelt there with her backside to the camera, the long fake dick hanging out of her cunt. I simply kept the tape running and watched to see what they would do.
To my surprise, Helen went to her knees also, but she was facing the camera. Lifting one leg, she worked the free end of the double-headed dildo into her pussy. She groaned when Wendy pushed back, forcing it deep. There they were, butt to butt on the bed, the dildo connecting them.
Shaking all over, I moved around the area, trying to find the best angle.-They began moving together, slowly and awkwardly at first. Soon, though, they found their rhythm and rocked back and forth steadily, literally fucking each other with the dildo. Thick, wet sounds filled the room. Every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of wet slimy dildo between them. As their passion increased, the movements became erratic and awkward again.
Wendy initiated the position change. Pulling free of the dildo, she turned and urged Helen to roll onto her back. The big brunette followed instructions meekly although it was clear she had been on the brink of orgasm. Helen held the dildo steady while Wendy positioned herself over top of the thick knob. Then, slowly, Wendy sat down on the dildo and it disappeared between them again.
"Suck my nipples," Wendy said to Helen. Leaning forward she thrust them into the brunette's face and rode up and down on the dildo.
Again, Helen followed orders, bucking upward to take her end of the dildo as deep as possible. Soon, the two women were working together smoothly, fucking each other as if they'd had lots of practice. I moved around, taking in different views. Between Helen's legs was probably the best. There I taped two pussies grinding against each other, juices pouring. Helen reached around and spread Wendy's cheeks wide, exposing her anus lewdly. They climaxed simultaneously with lots of throaty, feminine sounds of pleasure. I let the scene fade to black when they separated and then traded ends of the wet dildo to suck.
"Beautiful," Brad said. His eyes were glittering and his dick looked like a steel bar in his pants. "Perfect."
The two women cuddled. Their work was over. Now it was time for Brad to begin editing. He took the tape and ran upstairs. Tammy and I spent a little while practicing with that double-headed dildo.
By this time, the customer had received the sex toys video and was so pleased, he paid twice the amount I had quoted him. Then he asked for another. While Tammy and I cleaned up after Helen and Wendy, I told her what he wanted.
"So, do you know someone who is really into anal sex?" I asked.
"No one," she answered. "Let's talk to Brad." He appeared to be only half listening to us, his attention focused on the film we had just finished making as he made notes. Finally, he turned to me. "I've got a few students who would be more than willing to help out. And they always need money."
CHAPTER TEN
Tammy and I were introduced to three young people from Brad's class only minutes before we were to begin taping. Things at the store had gotten really busy, making my daytime schedule tight. And this was the only night the couple were free and Brad wasn't teaching. Also, this was the first tape we would do that would show several different scenes, indicating a time lapse. I was feeling a strange mixture of nervousness and excitement as I followed them downstairs.
The lighting was subdued, and Tammy had made up the room to look like a student's apartment, including bookshelves and a desk with a computer sitting nearby. While Brad gave them brief directions, I checked the camera settings, lenses and listened.
"In this first scene, you are just introducing Kelly to anal sex," Brad told a dark haired young man named Mitch. "Just take it slow and easy. Remember, this is supposed to be her first time."
Mitch nodded and seemed awfully eager to get started. He and Kelly undressed and lay down on the bed, rubbing their bodies slowly together. The second young man, Dean, stood over by Tammy, watching closely. Brad stepped back out of the way and it was just me, the camera and the two lovers. As always, I was drenched to the knees before things even got going.
Kelly slid down on the bed and sucked Mitch briefly, getting him very wet. Then she moved upward only far enough to capture his cock between her breasts. They weren't huge but big enough to surround his shaft. Both of them moaned as he fucked her fleshy crevice gently.
"Let me at that pussy," Mitch said to her.
Almost immediately Kelly was positioned on her back with her head on the pillow. She spread her legs wide, parting her auburn bush with two fingers. Her groan of pleasure filled the room as Mitch dived in, tongue first. He had obviously had lots of practice at this because that tongue of his never stopped. He moved directly from her clit to her cunt and then down to her rectum. After teasing that hole briefly, he worked his way back up to her clit again. Kelly's breasts danced on her chest as she pushed her pussy into his face.
Mitch slurped and sucked noisily until Kelly was teetering on the edge of oblivion. He stopped and looked up at her. His cheeks were covered with her juice and curly dark hairs.
"God, I was almost there," she whimpered in frustration.
"I'll take you there," he promised as he inserted two fingers into her splayed pussy. "But not just yet."
Kelly tried to force his head back to her cunt while she humped his hand. After a few seconds, he lowered his mouth again, this time flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. I moved in close and then backed off when he stopped, yet again.
"Please," Kelly moaned.
"Don't you want this cock?" he asked as he guided her hand to his throbbing erection.
I was surprised at the size of his prick. It wasn't thick but it was very long and Kelly fondled it expertly.
"Yes, I want it," she confessed. "I want you inside of me."
Mitch gave her what she wanted. He fed his meat to her an inch at a time, stopping when he was about halfway there to make her reach for the rest. Kelly loved every minute of it. Bucking, groaning loudly and clinging to him, she ground her body against his.
"Almost there?" he asked. Even though he was covered with sweat and grunting, he was completely in control of himself.
"Almost," she gasped. "So close. I want to cum all over your dick."
Brad gave the cue and Mitch withdrew his cock completely from Kelly's body. She complained loudly, and incoherently, and her hands went to her pussy, seeking release.
"No," Mitch said, sucking her wet fingers into his mouth. "I have something better."
"Anything," she whimpered, her body humping the air helplessly. "I'll do anything to cum."
Mitch brought his fingers into play again. He wet them in her bubbling snatch. Then, watching closely, he smeared the wetness down to her anus. I was right there with the camera, getting every move, every sound. She gasped in surprise when he pushed one finger inside her up to the first knuckle. After he worked it in and out a few times, she seemed to adjust to this new sensation.
"Feel good?" Mitch asked as her hips began rocking again.
She nodded, closed her eyes and squeezed her breasts together with both hands.
He added a second finger to her rectum and pushed them deeper.
Again, Kelly gasped and her eyes flew open. She was a wonderful actress, feigning surprise, fear and the thrill of it all at one time.
"Relax," Mitch purred. It was obvious he'd had plenty of experience coaxing women into things they might not ordinarily do. "I can make you feel even better." With that promise, he lowered his head and began sucking her swollen lips. His tongue flicked in and out of her pussy to match his thrusting fingers. Soon, Kelly was moaning softly, lifting her ass off the bed, reaching for more.
During the last few minutes of Kelly's introduction to anal sex, Mitch had been greasing his prick with KY. He sucked on Kelly's clit as he pushed some of the lubrication into her ass. She didn't seem to notice a thing. In fact, it appeared she was almost ready to climax again.
Finally, she moaned and eagerly lifted her legs up high, "Please, do anything you want, but I have to cum."
"Your wish is my command," ' Mitch whispered as he removed his fingers from her greasy rectum.
I zoomed in for a tight shot of his cock, gleaming wickedly with slime. Then, slowly, I moved the camera to Kelly's rectum, which was pulsing lewdly. Not only had Mitch greased it well, her natural lubrication was oozing down to make it even wetter.
Mitch pressed his knob against her tiny, puckered hole and worked it in a little circle. He pushed a bit harder. "Relax," he whispered to Kelly. "Just relax."
Kelly appeared to be struggling to calm down.
While applying steady pressure on his dick, Mitch pinched her clit lightly. Kelly gasped and wiggled against him. Finally, she reached down, spread her cheeks with both hands and his knob popped inside of her.
"Dear God!" Kelly groaned as she squirmed around on the end of his cock.
Mitch's ragged breathing filled the room and mingled with Kelly's soft moans. He thrust forward slightly, sending himself an inch or so deeper. Again, she groaned loudly but it was obvious, now, that she wanted this.
"How does that feel?" he asked as he began moving his cock in and out of her ass slowly.
"Wonderful," she moaned, pressing herself against him even harder. "I want it all."
Leaning back so I could get everything on tape, Mitch fucked her ass a little faster, a little harder. She was meeting his every stroke now and playing with her pussy at the same time. I taped the whole thing from many different angles, making sure I captured the way her rectum was stretched wide around his prick. I wanted the audience to see how it sucked on his dick, wanted to make them almost feel as if they were being fucked that way. My own butthole was tingling and 1 took a moment to squeeze my legs tight together.
Finally, Kelly was going to get her wish. She was climaxing, bucking wildly against her lover. Mitch pounded into her ass hard and fast. His face was a mask of lust as he watched the young woman writhe in ecstasy beneath him. At long last, she caught her breath and opened her eyes.
"God, that was wonderful," she breathed.
"Now what do you want?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"I want you to cum," she answered. "Cum all over my ass."
For the next few minutes, Mitch rammed his prick into her at full speed. He moaned and grunted and finally, just as he lost control, he pulled out of her.
While Kelly watched him pumping his cock with both hands, she opened herself up even wider for him. "Squirt it," she urged. "Spray me with your hot stuff!"
That was all it took. Mitch made an anguished sound and his cock exploded. Hot spunk jetted out of him like a geyser, splashing against her freshly-fucked ass, her pussy and her fingers.
I found that I was learning how to better judge angles and distances. I caught the whole sexy scene without having to do much moving at all. And I even managed to stay right with them as Mitch smeared his load into her skin with his cockhead while she scooped it up with her fingers.
We gave Mitch time to recover, but Kelly had to get ready for scene two. Her hair had to be combed and a touch up done to her make-up. Tammy helped with that while Brad and I put clean linens on the bed. Dean and Mitch talked softly nearby.
"Do you think we're going to get more requests?" Brad asked while we worked.
"We already have," I told him. "The woman who requested the lesbian film wants one about bathroom sex."
"We already have a bathroom down here," Brad said, his mind already working on the lighting technicalities. "Our biggest problem will be glare."
"That's just one problem. We also have to find someone willing to get shaved."
"Oh, that's right up Tammy's alley," he said with a laugh. "She'll love starring in this one."
Tammy and Kelly returned to the room. Scene two was about to begin and Brad gave them their instructions. "This time Kelly is the seducer. One taste of anal sex and she's hooked. Dean, you've never seen her like this before but you're not going to turn her down."
Both of them nodded and I picked up the camera. Brad adjusted the lights, rearranged a mirror and backed away.
"Oh, I'm so happy to see you," Kelly said as she moved into Dean's arms. "I've been thinking about you for the last few days. Just dreaming of all the things I'd like to do with you."
They were completely dressed as this scene began but even as Kelly spoke, she was unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her fingers through the crisp hairs on his chest and then her nose.
"You smell so good," she breathed as their mouths came together.
Between kisses, they undressed each other. Dean squeezed her bottom with both hands, pulling her tightly against him. I moved in close behind to get tight shots of her wet pussy and puckered anus. While she moaned and pressed her hard nipples into his chest, she pumped him with both hands.
"I want your cock," she moaned. Squatting slightly, she pressed her wet cunt onto his thigh and humped it gently.
"Where do you want it?" he asked as they slowly worked backwards toward the bed.
"Everywhere," she groaned.
Dean ended up on his back on the bed and Kelly crawled between his legs. She licked his cock slowly, sensuously, and I made sure the camera picked up every delicious movement of her tongue. When Dean was slippery wet and moaning, she sucked him into her mouth and tickled his inner thighs with her fingertips. Those warm hands were soon on his balls, hefting their weight, caressing them lovingly.
"Your balls are full," she whispered as she freed his prick.
"Yeah," he grunted. "I've been saving it up for tonight."
She laughed softly and I could almost imagine how her hot breath flowed across his body. That tongue went to work again, bathing his nuts in warm spit. She sucked first one and then the other into her mouth. When her mouth returned to his prick, clear drops of her saliva clung to his hairy balls.
I took this opportunity to move the camera down her nakedly perfect body. One of her nipples was brushing Dean's thigh in a tantalizing manner. She had been squeezing her leaking pussy with one hand, slipping a finger inside from time to time. I zoomed in for a close-up of that wet finger. To my surprise, she inched it backwards toward her butthole and teased herself with just the tip. Moaning around Dean's meat, she slid it in deeper and wiggled her butt against it.
"Don't you want me in your pussy, too?" Dean grunted. He had been watching her suck him but now he lay down on the bed and tugged at her shoulders.
Kelly freed him with a wet slurp and straddled his body. "I want your tongue there first," she said as she scooted up his chest.
When her pussy was hovering over his mouth, they paused a moment. I moved into position with the camera and caught her clear droplets of honey dripping onto his cheeks. He curled his tongue into a point and very, very slowly pushed it into her splayed cunt. Kelly's body trembled as she sank onto his mouth. Moving the camera upward, I taped her fondling her luscious breasts, pinching her pointed nipples. Her long, shapely neck was next to come into view. That was followed by her mouth, wet and inviting. She licked her lips seductively. Her eyes were closed but when she opened them, they glittered with desire.
"Suck it," she whimpered, suddenly beginning to rock her hips back and forth.
Loud wet sounds drew my attention downward. I taped Dean as he tongued, licked and sucked the pussy that was being smeared all over his face.
"Suck my clit," she squealed. Her movements increased in speed. "Tongue my hole!"
Dean followed directions like a pro. However, at her next request he hesitated, which gave me time, to move around behind Kelly.
"Lick my ass," Kelly groaned. She leaned forward, offering him her sweaty anus.
The point of Dean's tongue searched frantically for a few seconds and then he ran it around and around the edge of her tiny opening. Finally, it disappeared inside and Kelly's groans of pleasure filled the room.
"That's right," she wailed, as she began moving again. "Tongue my ass. Suck it good."
Dean did as she asked, shoving his tongue in deep and then pulling it out again to tease her with just the tip.
"That's where I want your cock," Kelly told him in deep, sobbing breaths. "I want your fat cock up my asshole." With that, she crawled off his face.
I moved backwards with the camera until she was straddling his body again. Zooming in on the sight of his throbbing cock nestled against the crack of her ass, made me take a deep breath. This was fabulous stuff, completely unrehearsed and natural. My client was going to be more than pleased.
"Baby, are you sure?" Dean asked. Even though he hesitated, he continued to rub his body against hers.
"Yes, I want it in my ass," she answered, Leaning forward, she kissed him. While their tongues battled, she held her cheeks wide for the camera. Dean held his swollen knob up against her spit-slick butt hole and teased her with it briefly.
"But Eve never ... I don't know if I can...." Dean stammered.
"Then let me do it," she breathed. Sitting upright, she sank down onto his cock, taking him deep into her pussy.
They both moaned as she began moving up and down his pole. He held onto her hips and thrust upward, meeting her stroke for stroke. I stayed right where I was, getting a good view of his wet cock sliding in and out of her hole. His balls looked as if they were ready to explode. And, of course, there was her exposed asshole, just aching to be fucked.
"Now, you're ready," she breathed. Lifting herself off him, Kelly curled her fingers around his rod.
I had the feeling that everyone in the room was holding their breath as she held him steady and moved herself into position.
"Hold my cheeks apart," she whispered loudly.
Dean caught her firm cheeks in both hands and did as she asked. He moaned loudly when his sensitive cockhead touched her puckered hole. She wiggled it around for a few seconds. Through the lens of the camera, I could actually see her butthole sucking on him.
"Push when I tell you," she instructed in that same hissing whisper.
I don't know how I managed to hold the camera still as I taped this whole scene. My palms were moist and my knees weak. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tammy sucking Brad's cock. Little wet sucking sounds came from that direction and I vaguely wondered if they would have to be edited out. Perhaps they would just fit right in with the scene.
"NOW!" Kelly squealed.
With a low, throaty sound, Dean did as she asked. That sent his knob and several inches of thick shaft into her rectum. They remained motionless for a few seconds, which allowed me to get a close-up of her face. What a strange mixture of ecstasy and agony! I had the feeling that every emotion she was showing was real. Moving the view down between their bodies, I caught her nipples just touching his chest. Then, I panned down her side to where they were joined. A few more inches of Dean's prick had disappeared inside of her, stretching her little hole painfully wide.
"Fuck it," Kelly breathed. "Come on and fuck my ass."'
Still holding onto her ass with both hands, Dean began working his hips up and down slowly. Every stroke sent him inching deeper and brought thrilling sounds of delight from Kelly. Soon, he was buried to the hilt and she sat upright, moving her body in a little circle. Her hands moved to her clit and she strummed it in time with her bouncing hips.
"Can't take much more of this," Dean moaned. Tossing his head from side to side, he kept his eyes squeezed shut.
"Me either," Kelly whimpered as the first tremors of orgasm washed over her. Her grunts of pleasure grew louder as her body began to convulse. Soon, she was writhing in ecstasy on the end of his tool, her orgasm making almost breathing impossible.
"I'm ready," Dean wailed, bucking upward savagely into her bowels.
Almost reluctantly Kelly climbed off him. Squatting on the bed beside him, she pumped his cock with one hand. Her other hand went to his balls. I moved in close on her fingers for a second, instinctively knowing what she was planning. The next thing I knew, two of them were sliding deep into Dean's rectum. His animal-like grunts and the quick, erratic snapping of his hips let me know he was going over the edge. Backing away from his skewered rectum, I was just in time to catch his first flying stream of spunk. As Kelly continued to stroke him, she drove her fingers deep. By the time it was over, Dean was milked completely dry. Both he and Kelly were covered with his thick semen.
"Terrific," I said as I faded to black. "This will be our best one yet."
While Kelly and Dean cleaned up, I watched Tammy and Brad go at it on a sofa nearby. And when Mitch made a move on me, there was no way I could refuse.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Now, remember, Eric, this was only our third video. I'm still learning how to handle the camera. And Brad still has to do some editing," I added as I returned to the sofa.
Eric was sitting on the sofa, still in a state of shock. This was the first chance I'd had to tell him about my new business venture.
"You've actually been making porn films!" he gasped when I first told him.
I nodded.
"In a neighbor's basement!" I nodded again. "And do you know how much money we've made so far?" He shook his head.
Smiling proudly, I wrote the figure down on a slip of paper and handed it to him.
His mouth dropped open. "It sounds like some sort of weird sex story or something," he said shaking his head.
"Well, it's not a story, it's true," I told him. "Now, watch closely. I want your honest opinion." Then I pressed the PLAY button on the remote.
For a second or two nothing happened. Eric was trying to look stern but I could see the beginnings of a smile around his mouth. I snuggled back against him and watched as the big screen on the television lit up. The signature music, fast and sexy. Brad had chosen for our company came up and our logo appeared. Then Rita's Hot Spots appeared across the screen.
"Rita's Hot Spots!" Eric said with a chuckle. "Oh, God!"
I poked him in the ribs with my elbow. "Just watch the movie."
"Why did you call them that?"
"Because that's exactly what they are; short little hot spots, no plot, just hot couples having a hot time."
The tape I had chosen to show to my husband was one I knew he would enjoy. It was all about an older man being seduced by two very young, very pretty coeds. The star was Clint, another of Brad's students. He was tall and well-built, his body in perfect condition. The only thing that gave his age away was the silver at his temples and the lines around his eyes. Secretly, I thought those characteristics only made him more handsome. He was selling vacuum cleaners.
The scene opened with two petite redheads inviting Clint into their apartment. They were obviously college students, dressed in short skirts and tight sweaters to show off their lithe figures. And it was also very clear to the viewer that they were more interested in Clint than vacuum cleaners. Guiding him to their sofa, they sat on either side of him. One touched his arm and thigh often as he explained the machine. The other moved even closer, pressing her hard nipple against his shoulder.
During this part of the taping I made sure that the viewer could see up their skirts. They wore no panties and their red-haired pussies looked wet and ready. Their nipples made stiff points in their sweaters.
"Are you ladies interested in seeing a demonstration?" Clint asked, still pretending to be innocent of his surroundings.
"We certainly would," said Monica, who was on Clint's left.
I had followed the movements of her hand with the camera closely this time. She ran it up his inner thigh and traced around his growing erection with her fingertips.
"A demonstration is just what we need," breathed Bonnie, her full-lipped mouth right at his ear. Her long tongue snaked out and she sucked his ear lobe gently. Then, she wiggled it inside and blew softly.
"I don't think you two are talking about vacuum cleaners," Clint said, swallowing hard. He sounded as nervous as he looked.
"But you've still got what we need," Monica told him as she unbuckled his belt and went for his zipper.
"This wasn't acting," I whispered to Eric. "They were really turning him on."
"I'm not surprised," Eric replied, but he never took his eyes from the TV.
Bonnie pulled up her sweater as she kissed her way around to his mouth. Their tongues battled fiercely and now she was rubbing her bare nipples against his chest. Lifting one to his face, she pushed the sweet looking bud into his mouth. The camera came in close to show how he licked it thoroughly. Finally, when she began moaning, he sucked it into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Monica had unzipped his pants. His long, thick prick leaped into her hands like an eager puppy. She moaned as she worked the skin back and forth. "I knew you'd be hung," she breathed. Then she slid to her knees between his legs and began planting wet, sucking kisses all over his knob.
"Jesus!" Eric breathed and shifted in his seat.
I noted the growing lump in his lap and grinned up at him. "I guess it's doing the trick."
"Damn, what a hot, sucking mouth," Clint's voice came from the TV.
On the screen, Monica was sliding her lips up and down his thick pole. She would swallow him completely, until her nose was buried in his crotch. Then she'd release him inch by inch, flicking just the tip back and forth across his knob quickly.
Clint couldn't say much more because his mouth was full of one of Bonnie's nipples again. She moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. I had made sure the screen would be filled with her stiff nipples, gleaming wet with Clint's spit. Hell, I even got turned on watching the way Clint used his tongue on each one. Pressing his face in between her fleshy globes, he licked the skin there.
Of course, by this time, both girls had their skirts pulled up very high, revealing long, shapely legs. I slowly moved the camera from one firm ass and wet pussy to the other. Clint ran his hand up Bonnie's inner thigh to squeeze her mound. Moving behind Bonnie, 1 had taped two of his fingers sliding deep inside of her. They reappeared after a few moments, coated with her lube. Her whimpers of delight filled the room as she humped his hand. At the same time, he stroked Monica's bobbing head and urged her to take his prick even deeper.
"This is one hot scene," Eric said, almost to himself. His hand had crept around to cup one of my braless breasts through my T-shirt.
I wasn't complaining. In fact, my pussy was interested in getting some of his attention. I squeezed my legs together, deciding to let Eric make all the moves.
On the screen, Bonnie was unbuttoning Clint's shirt. It was her turn to give her oral attention to his nipples. Running her nose through the hair on his chest, she moved from one to the other, showing off her talented tongue action. Down below, Monica was removing his slacks and shorts. He spread his legs wide to give her all the room she needed. I had nearly dropped the camera when she licked her way up his inner thighs and moved her mouth from one ball to the other.
"God, what a mouth," Clint moaned as he stretched out, giving in to the girls completely.
Bonnie was licking her way down his rippled stomach to where his cock jutted proudly up out of his lap. When she reached it, she sucked gently on the head. She and Monica looked at each other and smiled.
"I think there's enough for both of us," Monica said and returned to bathing his balls in spit.
Bonnie laughed and then forced her lips down over his knob. Her mouth continued to move forward until she had almost completely swallowed him. And then, as she released him, Monica began swirling her tongue around his meat. When Bonnie's lips came off his head, it was immediately covered by Monica's. That brought a groan from Eric.
"Would you like to be in his place?" I asked as my hand moved into his lap. His prick was throbbing as I stroked him through his shorts.
"Who wouldn't?" Eric asked and his hand closed over mine.
"You could be, you know," I said. Slowly, I rolled onto my belly and pulled his dick out of his shorts. It was completely erect and as gorgeous as ever. I licked up and down his shaft a few times and then capped my mouth over the end.
"You think so," Eric answered as he traced around my mouth with his fingertips.
In answer, I probed at his piss slit with the tip of my tongue. Then I turned my attention to the nerve bundle just under the head.
For a little while, the only sound in the room came from the TV. There was lots of wet sucking and throaty moans of pleasure both from the girls and Clint. My hand sliding inside Eric's shorts to cup his balls brought a gasp from him. His free hand slid down my back to squeeze my hip. I pressed my aching cunt into the sofa cushions and concentrated on pleasing my husband.
"I can't take much more of this," Clint groaned. "At least let me taste one of those pussies."
I didn't have to look at Eric to know he was still watching the film. Freeing him momentarily, I slowly stroked his wet rod and glanced at the TV. Bonnie had left Monica down below and was standing up on the sofa. Squatting over Clint's face, she held her swollen lips apart. He sniffed her dripping cunt, moaned, and then worked his tongue up and down her slit. She groaned as he flicked it across her clit.
"I'd really like to watch you do that," I confessed to Eric.
Without a word, he maneuvered me into a sitting position and crawled between my legs. Pushing my shirt up out of the way, he planted kisses all over my mound. I spread my legs as wide as possible and slid lower on the cushions. At first all I felt was the cool air in the room caressing my lower half. Then, I was aware of Eric's tongue. Before sliding it deep inside of me, he used just the tip to make circles just inside my pussy lips. My moans echoed those coming from the TV and I ran my fingers through his dark, curly hair.
"You can watch me now," he breathed as he moved his tongue from my hole to my clit and back again. "Look how much I love to eat your pussy."
It took me a minute to realize he had misunderstood my statement. I didn't want to watch him eat my pussy. I wanted to watch him with another woman. At that moment, he -rimmed my asshole briefly. As he worked two fingers into my pussy, he began sucking on my clit. I relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over me.
Across the room, I watched Clint being maneuvered onto the floor by Bonnie and Monica. Monica held Clint's thick cock steady while Bonnie sank down onto it.
"Oh, God!" Bonnie groaned as the camera showed Clint's prick stretching her wide and sliding deep.
"Feel good?" Monica cooed, rubbing her friend's clit briefly.
"Yes, oh, yes," Bonnie hissed.
Monica sucked Bonnie's nipples briefly. "Can you handle it?"
"Yeah. God, he's so big." Bonnie had already begun moving up and down on Clint's prick. Monica moved in behind her and pulled her cheeks apart so the camera could get a better view from that angle.
As Bonnie's asshole winked at me and Monica's fingers teased it lightly. I began bucking against Eric's tongue. I let my imagination wander and pretended they were right in the room with us. Every once in a while, Bonnie would look into the camera and I shuddered when I imagined her watching us.
Eric slid his hands up under my hips and pulled me even harder onto his outstretched tongue. Looking down, I could see everything. My orgasm was building slowly. The sexy sounds coming from the TV only added to my pleasure.
"Now I'll try out that tongue," Monica said.
I pinched my own nipples and whimpered as I watched her straddle Clint's handsome face. Her pussy was wide open, wet and ready for anything he had in mind. And his tongue was just as active as before. He stabbed her anus, tongued her pussy and licked her clit over and over again. Through a lusty haze, I watched the two women ride him. Face to face they kissed, tongues dancing. Bonnie couldn't seem to keep her hands off Monica's dancing breasts. Monica continuously squeezed and kneaded Bonnie's bouncing butt.
"Eric," I whimpered as my first orgasm of the evening threatened to crash down around me. Working my pussy in little circles, I rubbed it all over his face. He slurped and sucked and tongued me while inching a finger into my butt.
Bonnie and Monica climaxed. I knew first hand that there was nothing fake about any of this. Their animal-like grunts and groans reached my ears and I could almost remember the way the scent of their heat had filled the room. I opened my eyes to see them clinging to each other. All the while they rode Clint's tongue and cock. My own orgasm hit then. Eric's tongue darted in and out of my pussy while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I shrieked and bucked and forgot about everything except my own pleasure.
"See, you can watch me do that any time you want," Eric said as he stood up in front of me. Stepping out of his shorts, he brushed his leaking cockhead back and forth across my lips.
"That wasn't what I meant," I told him as I licked the pre-cum off his knob. "I want to watch you eat another woman. I want to watch you fuck another woman."
"Oh, yeah," Eric breathed as I swallowed as much of him as I could.
I allowed him to touch the back of my throat then and swirled my tongue around him lazily. My hands cupped his bloated balls.
"Who?" he asked. Stroking my cheeks with his fingers, he pulled his cock slowly out of my mouth. I sucked hard on the head and then he pushed his length between my lips again.
I freed him abruptly and scooted forward on the sofa. Pressing my breasts up around his spit-slick prick, I urged him to fuck me there. "Whoever you want," I answered at last. "I just want to be there so I can watch ... and maybe tape it."
Eric made no reply, but I could feel the steady thumping of his cock against my chest.
On the TV behind him, Bonnie and Monica had recovered. They left Clint where he lay on the floor and simply changed places. Monica needed no help getting settled on his big prick. Bonnie squatted over his face and groaned as his tongue slithered deep inside her freshly fucked pussy. Again, they began riding him, pleasing each other as they did so.
Eric had tired of fucking my tits and pulled me down onto the floor with him. I could feel my juices oozing down my crack to the floor and held myself wide so he could see. He licked me briefly, making me gasp, and then he slid his prick in deep. God, it felt so good! I locked my legs around him for a moment, eager to savor this luscious penetration.
Grinning down at me, Eric worked his fat cock in and out with quick little thrusts. At the same time, he pinched my clit with two fingers. That made me gasp again and I reached for more of his prick.
"Give me more," I groaned, pulling my legs high and wide. "God, fuck me harder!"
Eric did as I asked. His lunges came harder and faster, making both of us grunt. "How's that?" he asked. His teeth were clenched, his whole body working to give me what I wanted.
"Make me cum, Eric!" I wailed, losing control even as the women on the TV screen did. "Give it to me!"
Eric slammed into me with all his strength. Our bodies smacked together loudly and thick wet sounds came from between my legs. He rode high on my mound, grinding my clit with every stroke. I teetered on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, when he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me tight against him, I fell into the abyss.
When I caught my breath, Eric was still moving in and out of me slowly. He was still hard and throbbing but I sensed that he wasn't going to last much longer. Relaxing, I pulled him down onto me and savored the thrill of being so intimately joined with him.
Again, I let my imagination go and tried to picture how Eric looked between my legs. His body would be covered with sweat as he worked to please me. And how exciting it would be to watch him doing this with another woman. As the thought struck me, my pussy fluttered around his meat.
Eric must have thought the movie was getting to me. He pulled his cock free only long enough to roll me onto my side. Lying on the floor behind me, he lifted one of my legs high and slid his cock back into me. Then he began pumping again. "This way we can both watch," he whispered as he reached around to fondle my nipple.
On the TV screen, Clint, Bonnie and Monica had changed positions, too. Bonnie was on her back on the floor. Clint was between her legs, driving his prick in to the hilt with every lunge. Monica stood in front of him holding her cunt lips wide so Clint could lick her pussy at the same time.
"Would you like to do that?" he asked.
"With you and another woman," I answered, squeezing his cock with my strong muscles.
Sliding his hand down my stomach to my clit, Eric rubbed my slippery nub to match his steady pumping action. After just a few moments, I began to feel the familiar tingling/ache of a third orgasm approaching. Pushing back against Eric, I silently asked him for more. To prolong exquisite torture, I tried to concentrate on the movie again. Both Bonnie and Monica were sucking Clint now. They ran their mouths up and down the sides of his prick, each one taking turns to suck on the tip for a second.
The camera closed in on one small hand fondling his balls lovingly. Another set of exploring fingers tickled his exposed asshole. Clint was bucking and groaning, coming closer to losing control by the second. His wet knob looked as if it was ready to explode. His balls had already moved into firing position.
"Baby, I'm about to lose it," Eric whispered.
His voice jerked me back to reality and I allowed him to maneuver me onto my hands and knees. As he drove himself home this time, he placed both hands on my hips and pulled me back against him. I recognized the signs: quick, erratic thrusts, low grunts and then his cock began to swell. Reaching between my legs, I diddled my own clit.
"Cumming!" Clint howled. "Jesus, I'm cumming!"
I didn't have to look to know that Bonnie and Monica were taking turns catching his flying spunk in their mouths. One would continue to pump him, milking him dry while the other lapped up every drop of scum from wherever it happened to land.
Within the next 30 seconds, Eric gave a final, savage thrust that sent him balls-deep. His cock began to jerk and I felt his scalding load boiling into my pussy. That triggered my own orgasm and soon I was groaning in release right along with Bonnie and Monica.
"I wasn't kidding about watching you with another woman," I told Eric. We had cleaned up and gone to bed and now we lay there in the dark.
"I know you weren't," he said.
"Will you do it for me?"
"I don't know," he said hesitantly.
"Will you think about it?"
"Yeah."
"Promise?"
"Yeah."
Even as my husband lay beside me snoring softly, my mind was working. Who would be most likely to seduce him? Tammy? Helen? Then it dawned on me that maybe he had someone in mind already
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Hot, wet, bathroom sex," Brad was saying to Helen as she took off her clothes. "Just let it happen."
She nodded and I saw that her dark nipples were already hard. Her confession to me that she really enjoyed making these tapes was evidently true. And when the customer requesting the bathroom sex tape had asked for Helen in particular, I saw no reason to keep it a secret. Tammy could star in another tape.
A week had passed. Brad and his son had enlarged the bathroom in the basement. It was done in shiny, peach colored tile with brilliant turquoise and coral colored accents. The camera angles would be tight but I'd practiced a little and felt pretty good about it. Brad was concerned about the glare from the florescent lighting but I had learned from past experience that he worried up until the last minute.
"You'll start off by yourself," Brad continued coaching Helen. "Then Clint is going to 'catch' you masturbating."
Clint grinned and waved at Helen from the other side of the room. He was a favorite of my female customers and he'd been especially interested in making this tape. I instinctively knew he and Helen would be a good match. Both were tall, both were dark and both of them loved to fuck. I could hardly wait to get started.
Helen adjusted the water temperature of the shower and stepped inside. I stood there with the camera running, listening to her hum softly to herself. Her silhouette was visible through the opaque shower curtain. Through the lens of the camera, I watched her running her hands through her wet hair. The movement lifted her breasts tantalizingly. Her stiff nipples and the dark shadow of her bush were clearly visible. Then she reached for the soap and began washing herself. She spent a while soaping her breasts and then lathered up her bush at the base of her belly. When her humming turned to a low moan, I moved closer. Now, I could see her arching her back as she soaped the spot between her legs with both hands.
Moving slowly, I went to the far end of the tub and squatted. There, I could aim the camera between the tiled wall and the partially open shower curtain. Perfect! There was some steam, but only enough to make it look realistic. Helen had her back to me. The water ran down from her dark hair to her long, slender neck. It cascaded over her shoulders and clung to every curve and crevice of her body as it continued its journey. Her deeply tanned flesh gleamed. She even leaned forward slightly so I could get a close-up between her legs.
Helen turned around, slowly. Her eyes were closed. She was fondling her breasts again. The water dripped off her erect nipples. At the base of her belly was a white triangle of lather. Reaching high, Helen removed the shower head from its hanger. She aimed the spray directly at her cunt as if to rinse it. The lather disappeared quickly, revealing her thick, dark bush. Droplets of water glittered like diamonds on her lush pubic hair. She ran her fingers through the curls lovingly.
Finally, she used those fingers to part her fur. That revealed her pink inner lips to the camera. They were wet but not from the water. There was her clit, erect and throbbing. It looked like a little prick begging for attention. Helen gasped as she directed the stinging spray right onto her sensitive bud. I could only imagine how it must feel and felt the familiar tingle of excitement begin. This tape was going to be extra special.
Helen stood there for a few moments, actually humping the stream of water. She placed one foot up on the edge of the tub and spread herself even wider. I moved the camera upward, taking in her big, beautiful, wet body and that face, filled with lust.
Then, as if she'd just remembered it, she reached around behind her and picked up a huge, flesh colored dildo. It was incredibly thick and long and as flexible as the real thing. My pussy twitched just thinking about riding that monster.
Helen smiled as she fondled the dildo and then she sucked on the tip briefly. Moaning softly, she rubbed the rounded end across each of her nipples and then slid it down her body and between her thighs. With one foot still on the edge of the tub, she spread her legs wider. Aiming the gigantic dong at the wet opening of her cunt, she pressed gently. She still held the shower head in her free hand and, again, she directed the flow of water onto her pussy.
"Come on, baby," Helen whispered to herself. "Make my pussy feel real good."
And suddenly, the knob was inside of her. Helen gasped and her pussy sucked on the welcome intruder. I moved the camera up to her face and was not disappointed with the look there. Pure sexual hunger shone in her eyes. If Helen was acting, she should have gotten an academy award.
Slowly, Helen began pushing the dildo up inside of herself. When she had several inches inside, she pulled it slowly back out again. After repeating this several times, she began working it in little circles, stretching her lips even wider. After a few moments of this, her movements increased in speed and depth. "God, yes!" she groaned. "I love it when you fuck me like this." Helen dropped the shower head, squatted lower and held onto the fake cock with both hands. In and out, in and out it went, faster and faster. Helen's groans could be heard over the sound of the water. It looked like every inch of her body was struggling toward release as she bucked and ground against the sex toy. Her wet breasts bounced with her rhythmic movements. She had over half of the dildo buried inside of her by this time.
"I have to cum!" she moaned. As she began pinching her clit, I zoomed in for an even closer shot. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she howled. Churning her cunt juice to a froth with the dildo, she squatted even lower in the tub.
A touch on my shoulder reminded me that the scene was to change. I faded to black. Clint came into the bathroom and I moved behind him before I began taping again. He could see Helen through the shower curtain just as we had earlier. For a few moments, he just stood there watching her fuck herself with the dildo. When his hand moved to his cock, I moved around to the side and aimed the camera downward.
Clint's prick was half hard (from Tammy's oral attention minutes before) and growing quickly. His fingers curled around his shaft and he stroked himself slowly. His cock jerked to a complete erection, filling his fingers, as he watched Helen.
Just when it sounded as though Helen was about to orgasm, he opened the shower curtain and stood there looking at her. Too far gone to stop, she simply gazed up at him. She continued to hump the dildo helplessly, her face contorted in ecstasy.
"Would you like some help with that?" he asked.
Without waiting for a reply, Clint pushed her hands out of the way. Now his fingers were wrapped around the dildo. Without missing a stroke, he took over for Helen.
"My clit," she groaned as she leaned back on her arms on the floor of the tub. This thrust her pelvis right at Clint and opened her up wide for the camera. "Suck my clit."
Clint climbed into the tub with her and squatted at her feet. Continuing to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy, he stuck his tongue out, leaned forward and began licking her clit.
It was time for another, lingering close-up. Clint teased her for a few moments, moving his tongue in a circle all around her super-sensitive spot. She humped his face and groaned in frustration. His long, pointed tongue stroked her erect clit to match his fucking rhythm.
Helen's groans grew louder. Clint pumped the dildo in and out of her faster and deeper. Finally, tangling her fingers in his hair, she forced his mouth onto her. "Make me cum," she demanded.
Clint had no choice but to suck her nub into his mouth. His appreciative moans were muffled by her wet muff. But in minutes, everything was drowned out by Helen's throaty sounds of release. Her body bucked frantically for a few seconds and then became completely stiff as orgasm swept over her. I shuddered through a mini-cum of my own as I watched the scene through the eye of the camera.
When Helen caught her breath, Clint removed the dildo from her pussy. That left her gaping wide and still dripping with juice. Kneeling in the floor of the tub, he caught her hips in his hands and lifted her to his mouth. For the next few moments, he licked her slit from one end to the other. Then he sucked gently on her swollen and very sensitive lips. His cock was thumping with every rapid beat of his heart and I spent a few moments just taping his full-bodied manhood against the background of the wet bathtub.
"Don't stop now," Helen breathed when he lifted his head to grin at her.
"It's your turn to make me feel good," he said in a husky whisper.
Smiling, Helen sank onto her back on the wet floor of the bathtub. The water was still running. She scooped up handfuls of water and poured it over her magnificent chest. The nipples stood up proudly, looking like pencil erasers. Clint moved forward, straddling her body, pushing his rigid cock ahead of him as he did so.
For a moment, I wasn't sure how to get to this. And then, I simply looked over his shoulder through the camera. Now, I could see everything without worrying about casting a shadow or interrupting the couple.
Moaning, Helen pulled her heavy breasts together, holding his cock snugly in between. Nothing was visible but the big, bulbous knob on the end. It was covered with pearly drops of pre-cum. He slid it in and out of the tight tunnel of flesh a few times and more pre-squirt appeared. This wasn't going to take long at all.
"Your prick is so hot between my tits," Helen murmured. As his head reappeared, she stuck out her tongue and licked it.
Clint gasped when her tongue touched him. A fresh gusher of pre-cum oozed onto her already wet skin as he continued to slowly fuck her chest.
I moved the camera downward, taking in the rippling muscles of his hips and thighs. A shot of his bloated balls rubbing against her belly was a little more difficult, but I did it.
"That's right," Helen whimpered between licking his cockhead. "Fuck my tits."
There was a low sound from Clint and I brought the camera back up to where the action was taking place.
He was fucking her tits even faster now, looking as if he might lose control any minute. Helen's flicking tongue wasn't slowing things down any. Just hearing her talk was getting to me!
"Cum on my tits," Helen groaned. "Let me see you cum."
Clint groaned. "Here it comes. God, I'm going to shoot all over you!" His sentences turned into disjointed phrases and then just unintelligible words as his climax hit. "Lick it. Suck it. Eat my jism!"
I videotaped his white offering jetting out of the end of his prick. As he growled and grunted and groaned, it sprayed all over Helen's chest and chin, lips and cheeks. I briefly wondered what that would look like in slow motion and made a mental note to ask Brad about it.
Then I realized that even as Helen was licking him clean, she was climaxing, too. She moaned around his meat as she bucked and jerked beneath Clint. Glancing downward, I saw that Tammy had been fucking Helen with the dildo. She pulled it free just as the camera reached that spot and all I got on tape was Helen rapidly working her own clit.
"Do you like me to suck your pussy?" he asked. They had rinsed off and stood in the bathroom drying each other with big fluffy towels.
"You know I do," Helen answered, guiding his hand between her legs.
"Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" With this question, he pushed two fingers inside of her gently.
"Yes," she whispered, rubbing her nipples against his arm.
"Well, if I'm going to do all that, it has to be nice and clean," he explained.
"It couldn't get much cleaner than this," she said, motioning toward their surroundings.
"I mean clean shaven," he said with a wink.
I faded to black while Brad moved their props within reach. When I began taping again, Helen was sitting on the edge of the tub, her long legs stretched out in front of her. Brad was kneeling on the floor in front of her. He had a several thick towels, shaving cream and a razor.
As sexy music played softly in the background, Clint began slowly spreading the thick lather up and down her legs. I followed the motion of his hands with the camera. Helen moaned softly as he spread the white cream up her inner thighs. Her legs parted as his fingers came closer and closer to her black-haired cunt. Her lips were still swollen and she was beginning to drool again.
Clint skipped over her mound and worked the lather over the skin of her other leg. Then he went to work with the razor. He moved the sharp, shiny blade carefully up and around her curves, wiping it often. Every once in a while he would lick her smooth skin or suck her knees. Once or twice, he actually kissed her gaping pussy right on the lips. By the time he was finished, she was squirming against the cool ceramic surface of the tub, whimpering softly.
"I thought you said you wanted my pussy clean," she managed to moan when he wiped the last of the lather from her legs.
"That's next," he said. Squirting more shaving cream into his hand, he massaged it into her hairy mound.
"Ummmm, that feels good," she whispered. Closing her eyes, she licked her lips seductively. Thrusting her chest toward the camera, she pinched her own nipples. "It kind of tingles."
Clint laughed softly. When her entire pubic area was covered with white cream, he pushed her legs further apart. I closed in, getting a perfect shot of her swollen lips separating the lather. At the same time
Clint wiped his hand clean and then worked a single finger into the spot where the lather parted.
"Oh," Helen gasped. Her beautiful chest heaved with her heavy breathing. She squirmed against the cool ceramic of the tub. "Give me two."
Clint did as she asked and now there was pink showing in the very center of that mound of lather. He worked his fingers in and out a few times and then pulled them free. They were shiny with her lube. After rubbing some on her nipples, he allowed her to lick off the rest.
Reaching for the razor again, Clint began shaving her. He worked even more slowly and carefully this time. With every stroke of the razor, Helen moaned louder. Her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged. She spread her legs as wide as possible and even put one foot up on the edge of the tub beside her.
By this time, more than half of her cunt was shaved. Every once in a while, Clint would tease her with his fingers or tongue. I had never witnessed anything quite as sexy as this whole scene in my life. Holding the camera tight, I moved around the couple shooting from all the best angles. I was almost relieved when Clint wiped her clean with a fresh towel. What had once been nothing but a mound of thick curls was now smooth, bare skin. Her lips looked even more swollen and the tip of her clit peeped from between them.
"Dear God!" Helen gasped as she gazed downward. She touched her freshly-shaved mound gently at first as if seeing it for the first time. Then, as she grew more accustomed to the feel of her fingers on her hairless flesh, she cupped her lips and rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand.
"Now, that's a clean pussy," Clint said softly as he pushed her hands away and kissed her naked mound.
Helen gasped again and jerked her legs wide apart.
She put one hand on his head, urging him to kiss her again. Clint obliged and soon his tongue was wiggling its way between her lips again. He tongued Helen until she began rocking her body back and forth. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, all but drowning out the sound of him slurping her flowing juices. Her climax came quick and hard, leaving almost everyone in the room breathless.
"If I'm going to fuck that pussy, you need to get me ready," Clint said as he stood up. He cupped Helen's chin in one hand and guided his half hard cock to her mouth with the other.
Groaning, she licked his knob only briefly before allowing him to slide it into her mouth. On impulse, I faded to black and then lay down on the floor between the two. Aiming the camera upward, I began taping again. This was fabulous! From this angle I could see his balls gently swaying with his fucking motions. And I caught an interesting side of Helen's hard-nippled breasts as well as her sucking mouth.
Helen was an experienced cocksucker, and she obviously enjoyed it. She squeezed him with her lips as she slowly swallowed more than half of his length. Then, as she released him, she swirled her tongue around his shaft. Changing positions again, I stood up and moved the camera slowly up Clint's rippled stomach and broad, hairy chest to his face. He was concentrating intently on what Helen was doing.
"Ummmm," Helen moaned around his meat.
I zoomed in on her mouth just in time to catch his generous amount of pre-cum bubbling onto her tongue. She pulled away from him until they were connected with only one long, silvery strand and then she severed that with her tongue.
"You taste so good," she murmured as she tongued his piss slit and stroked him gently.
"Maybe, but I want to fuck that pretty bald pussy," he growled.
Helen smiled, released him and let him lead her toward the toilet. Taking a seat, Clint allowed her to pump him a few more times. She bent over to lick him again and I moved up behind her. Her pouting lips could be seen between her legs, her juices already flowing freely.
Clint slid out slightly and urged her to straddle him. With a sigh, Helen sank down onto his rod and did not stop moving until it was completely buried inside of her. My own pussy spasmed in response and I squeezed myself with my free hand. I couldn't believe that even after making all these tapes, I was still turned on by watching.
"Ride it, baby," Clint grunted. Spreading his legs wide, he bucked upward.
Helen did as he requested eagerly, lifting her body off him until just his knob remained inside. Then she would sink downward again, moving a little quicker each time. His prick shimmered in the light, covered with her oils. Helen's lusty grunts filled the room, especially when he began sucking her nipples. And then he grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling the cheeks wide for me. Perfect!
After Helen climaxed and regained some control of herself, Clint turned her around. She was still straddling his lap but now she was facing the camera and the rest of the room. This time, as she began riding him, I realized why she was doing this. Not only did she love fucking, but it dawned on me that Helen loved showing off for the camera as much as I loved watching. She fondled her bouncing breasts with both hands and groaned loudly as Clint drove his meat up into her faster and faster. Of course her hairless cunt was more than a little obvious. It looked even more out of place when Clint sprayed his healthy load all over it. After orgasming again, she simply stood up and began pumping Clint with both hands. His spunk shot out of him like a geyser, coating her lower body.
When we watched the tape later, Brad told me it was some of the finest, most professional looking work he had ever seen.
I didn't take full responsibility. Clint and Helen were naturals. Yet, there was something in Helen's eyes, the way she played up to the camera, thoroughly enjoying Clint's fucking, yet thrilled by the fact that there were several people watching. I knew then and there that Helen was the one I wanted for Eric.
"You and Helen make a good pair," he teased us. "She loves fucking the camera and you love watching."
Brad had no idea how close he had come to the truth.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Do you think it's wise?" I asked.
Brad, Tammy and I were sitting at their dining room table sipping tea and discussing my newest request. Our film company was so busy, I was considering selling my video store business. Despite the fact that I stayed in a near constant state of sexual arousal, I loved making these tapes-and the money.
For want of a better place, their dining room had become our planning area. We were even considering leasing a building for taping Rita's Hot Spots, storing equipment and setting up an office. Of course, we would also pretend to make legitimate films as a front. Brad was talking about investing in some remote control cameras and other video and audio equipment. Tammy would run the office. If things continued the way they were, Eric could open up his own accounting firm or come to work for me.
And that was another project I was still working on. I still had not had the privilege of watching my husband with another woman. Now, that I knew who I wanted-Helen-it was just a matter of talking him into it.
"Threesomes are no problem," I continued. "We can get Mick and Dean again because she wanted a couple of young guys. But she wants to be in it herself."
"She's very pretty," Tammy mused, looking at the pictures Yvonne had given to me. "And she keeps herself in good shape. I see her running in the park all the time and on the news."
"Because of her position in the community, though, we won't be able to sell this one to anyone else. The fee is going to have to be high."
I shrugged as I remembered my conversation with the very popular, very influential and sometimes controversial local anchor woman. "I suggested that. She said money was no object."
"With her status in the local television industry, I see her as a client who could bring us even more work than we already have. I don't see a problem," Brad said. "We'll have to caution the two guys about keeping quiet. I'll talk to them."
"She wants us to do it at her house."
Brad rubbed his hands together. "Money talks."
Tammy smiled at her eager husband. "Brad and I'll go over a day ahead of the taping to get everything ready."
"One more thing," I added, almost hesitantly.
They both stopped and looked at me.
"I'd like to invite Eric to watch. I want him to understand what goes on, to feel more comfortable with it."
"Darlin', you're the boss. This was your idea, this is your baby," Brad reassured me.
"I wouldn't mind having Eric there myself," Tammy said, licking her lips. "I saw him the other day. He's looking mighty good. You know how hot I get when all the action is going on."
"Yeah," Brad laughed. "1 could use some help."
I didn't like that idea but I didn't say anything. If I was busy taping Yvonne and her two young studs, I wouldn't be able to watch Tammy and Eric. I would worry about that when the time came.
Exactly one week later, Eric and I followed
Tammy, Brad, Mitch and Dean to Yvonne's home. It was huge and absolutely breathtaking. Set on a secluded lot in the suburbs, it was almost invisible from the road.
Yvonne greeted us warmly at the door. She looked stunning in an emerald green silk jumpsuit that matched her eyes perfectly. Her auburn hair was piled high on her head, which only accentuated her long, graceful neck. She offered us drinks and made sure we were all comfortable while we talked briefly about the scene. Mitch and Dean were dressed in jeans, work boots and flannel shirts. They were portraying two construction workers building a deck for a very rich lady. Only the rich lady, Yvonne, had some other chores in mind for the two hunks. Since she was used to being in front of a camera, Brad had to do very little coaching in that area.
"I'm used to calling the shots, gentlemen," she told the two young men in a no-nonsense tone. "By the end of this evening I'm going to have one of you in my ass and one in my pussy at the same time."
"Yes, ma'am," Dean said with a grin.
Mitch nodded enthusiastically.
It was clear neither of them had a problem with this arrangement. By the time we headed toward the set, which was her guest bedroom, even Eric had relaxed.
Strangely enough, I was the one feeling a bit nervous about this whole situation. I checked the camera settings and tried a few practice shots while Brad positioned Yvonne near a window. Tammy made sure Mitch and Dean looked their part. That wasn't a difficult job because they were both blessed with rugged good looks in the first place. Then she took a seat next to Eric. They began talking softly right away but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
"Ready?" Brad asked, which jerked my attention back to the task at hand.
Still standing near the window, Yvonne had unzipped her jumpsuit so that lots of cleavage showed. Tendrils of her hair hung down around her neck seductively and her make-up was perfect. She nodded in response to his question.
"Those lips look like they could suck a football through a garden hose," Eric said and Tammy laughed.
"Let's do it," Brad said and backed out of the area.
"This window is stuck," Yvonne said as Mitch and Dean moved into the picture.
Dean, with his back to the camera, crossed to the window and struggled with it a moment. That gave me an opportunity to pan the camera from his broad shoulders to his tight, jeans-clad ass. Suddenly, the window slid open.
"You are so strong," Yvonne breathed. She had come so close to Dean that her pelvis was almost touching his thigh. Her long-fingered hand moved across his bulging bicep and down his side. Boldly, she squeezed his butt.
A grin spread across Dean's face as he stared down the front of her jumpsuit. The zipper had been lowered another inch or so, revealing lots of creamy flesh.
"Is your friend as strong as you?" Yvonne asked. Turning away from Dean, she leaned back against the wall and ran her hands down her sleek, shapely body. That jumpsuit was clinging to her like a second skin, revealing every curve. "I just love big, strong men."
"What do you like about them?" Dean spoke for the first time.
"Their bodies, their looks." With that last statement. Yvonne's hands slid up her inner thighs. "Their cocks," she added and squeezed her mound. At the same time, her body undulated slowly and she licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.
"Do you think you could handle two big strong men at the same time?" Mitch asked from where he stood at the foot of the bed. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing tanned, muscular forearms. Lots of chest hair could be seen from the front. His crotch looked mouthwateringly full.
"The question is," Yvonne began as she swayed toward him, "Can you two handle me?"
Dean chuckled and looked at his partner. "I say we give it a try." He unbuckled his belt.
"Count me in," Mitch said and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Wait," Yvonne said. "Keep those clothes on a while. I want to be naked first. Perhaps you'll help me."
I zoomed in on Mitch's thick fingers tugging gently at her zipper. As it was lowered, revealing her flat stomach and then her copper-colored bush, Dean eased the garment off her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect, firm and high riding. The flesh was milky white and flawless, topped with rigid, strawberry sized nipples. Dean caressed them, making the nipples grow even larger. Pushing the sleeves off her arms, he sucked her fingers, licked her palm and kissed his way up her inner arm. From there he worked his way across her upper back, licking, kissing and sucking lightly all the way. Then, down her other arm to end with the fingers of that hand in his mouth. Yvonne moaned as he ran his tongue intimately in between each one.
At the same time, Mitch was kneeling at her feet. Lifting one foot at a time, he removed her jumpsuit and tossed it aside. This left the beautiful woman completely naked. Her skin glowed in the soft lighting of the room. He licked her slender ankle and kissed his way up her long legs to her inner thigh. After brushing his nose through her well cared for bush, he worked his way down the other leg, his tongue flicking like a snake.
"You're off to a good start, boys," Yvonne whimpered as she sagged back against Dean. Her legs parted further and she reached for Mitch's dark head with both hands. Tongue leading the way, he complied with her silent request.
Pinned between her slowly undulating body and the wall, Dean tugged gently at her nipples. He nibbled her ear and kissed her neck while sliding his hands downward to part her lips with his fingers. Mitch worked his tongue deep into her liquid center, bringing a strangled sound of pleasure from the woman. Behind her. Dean was rubbing his bulging crotch against her bare backside. Closing her eyes, she tangled her fingers in his hair and worked her body back and forth between the two men.
"How does she taste?" Dean asked.
"Like honey," Mitch answered licking his lips and winking at the camera.
What an incredibly sexy scene! Yvonne looked so vulnerable, so feminine in this position. The young men looked even more masculine, appearing to be in complete control of the situation. I was so engrossed in my work that I forgot all about Eric, Tammy and Brad.
"Rub my clit," Yvonne said as she guided one of Dean's fingers to her erect nub. "You lick my pussy," she instructed Mitch as she drew his face back to her fork.
Suddenly, it was obvious who was in charge here. Dean returned to kissing her neck as he caught her erect clit between two big fingers and pinched it rhythmically. His free hand returned to one of her breasts and the sensitive nipple there. Mitch worked the tip of his tongue up and down her slit a few times and then curled it into a point and pushed it inside. Flicking it in and out, he stroked her trembling inner thighs with both hands.
Moving slowly and carefully, I made sure I got lots of graphic close-ups. I wanted whoever saw this to almost smell her heat and taste her cunt the way the Dean and Mitch were doing.
Yvonne's moans were growing steadily louder and she began humping Mitch's face with abandon. Her eyes closed, bottom lip caught between her teeth, she concentrated on her pleasure. In just a matter of moments, the men brought her to her first roaring orgasm of the evening. Gasping for breath, her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat, she allowed them to ease her onto the bed nearby.
As the men undressed, I discovered lots of wonderful shots. Two throbbing pricks, one long and slender, the other shorter but thicker. The tip of Mitch's was already wet with excitement. Droplets of pre-cum appeared on Dean's knob when Yvonne's fingers curled around it, drawing him onto the bed with her. Urging him to straddle her face, she sucked him into her mouth. Moaning at his taste, she freed him and began licking up and down his shaft.
Mitch crawled onto the bed between her legs and urged them further apart with his knees. He gave her very wet pussy the tips of two fingers. A smile lit up his face when she lifted her hips, reaching for more. Pushing those two fingers deep brought a guttural sound from her.
"I'm going to need more than those fingers," she moaned, freeing Dean's prick momentarily.
Taking the hint, Mitch moved in close, pressed his knob against her now pulsing hole and slipped inside. The look on his face was one of pure pleasure as her cunt juice coated his head. She pulled and stroked on him with her strong muscles, and soon he was buried ball deep. At the same time, back to the camera, Dean knelt over her face, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Every once in a while she would release him and tickle his nerve bundle with her tongue.
With all this action going on, there wasn't much time for me to pay attention to anything else. That's why I was so surprised when I saw Tammy out of the corner of my eye. She had removed her blouse and was offering her breasts to Eric. He simply sat there staring at her as if mesmerized until she caught his hands and placed them on her fleshy globes.
"What a tight pussy!" Mitch grunted.
That brought my attention back to my work. Mitch was fucking Yvonne steadily now. Sweat beaded on his upper lip as he drove himself to the hilt with each thrust. He had both hands under her, pulling her against him. With every other stroke, he worked his lean hips in a wicked circle, grinding her clit between them.
"So hot!" he continued. "So fucking tight."
At the same time, Yvonne seemed to have forgotten all about sucking Dean off. She had one of his balls in her mouth. The other still gleamed with her warm saliva. One of her fingers was buried in his ass up to the second knuckle. And Dean was loving every minute of it. His face contorted in ecstasy, every muscle in his body tensed, it looked as though he might lose control any second.
Suddenly Yvonne screamed out in pleasure. Her body bucked violently several times and then she stiffened as her orgasm hit full force. Wrapping her legs around Mitch's ass, she allowed Dean's cock to fill her mouth again. They stayed right with her until she caught her breath and then Mitch initiated a position change.
I took this opportunity to check on Tammy and my husband. Brad had his head buried between her breasts, one hand in her panties, fingering her wildly. Eric simply sat there looking from the couple on the floor to the threesome on the bed. He appeared to be in a state of shock. Then I noticed the erection straining the front of his pants and smiled. "I hope he holds out a while longer," I thought as I returned to the task at hand.
Facing the camera, Yvonne squatted over Dean's throbbing pussy prod. She sank onto it slowly and gasped as he disappeared inside of her. He gasped when she lifted her body again, squeezing him tightly with her strong muscles. Mitch was standing on the bed in front of her rubbing his pussy slick prick all over her face. He avoided her outstretched tongue as much to tease her as himself. Little wet sucking sounds reached my ears when she finally sucked him inside. The bed squeaked with her rhythmic bouncing on Dean's cock and I had the feeling that this time, she was going to climax very, very quickly.
I moved the camera from one angle to another. Dean was watching her from behind as she rode him faster and faster. When he saw what I was doing, he held her cheeks apart and began rubbing her anus with his thumb. Yvonne moaned and I moved the camera up her heaving body up to her face just in time to catch her swallowing Mitch even deeper into her mouth. His fingers were tangled in her hair which was falling down around her neck and shoulders in gleaming waves. She looked like a completely different person.
Finally, I zoomed in on Yvonne working her clit with her fingers while the men fucked her from both ends. Her grunts and groans were muffled by Mitch's prick but they were still loud, urgent sounding. Her body jerked and trembled and within minutes, she was climaxing again. This time the men seemed to have more than a little trouble keeping themselves under control. Mitch squeezed his cock hard at the base when he pulled himself from her mouth. Dean closed his eyes, obviously concentrating on something other than the pussy fluttering around his steely erection.
"Now, you're going to take me all the way," Yvonne breathed.
She had barely regained her composure when she lifted herself off Dean for a moment. Turning around so that her back was to the room, she settled down on his cock again. She leaned forward, pressed her nipples into his chest and placed Dean's hands on her ass. He held her cheeks as wide as before, exposing her lewdly.
Looking back over her shoulder, Yvonne said, "Put that cock in my ass, baby. Fill me up." Her eyes glittered feverishly, and for a moment, Mitch looked as if he might back out.
Behind me, Tammy moaned softly. As badly as I wanted to know who was causing her to moan, I had to keep my eye and the camera on Mitch, Dean and Yvonne. This moment was critical.
Dean continued to hold Yvonne's cheeks wide. Her rosebud was already wet with her natural lubrication. Mitch wet his fingers with his mouth and pushed that up inside of her, too. She grunted and sank down further onto Dean's cock. Heavy, raspy breathing filled the room.
Then, suddenly, everything was quiet as Mitch moved into position behind her. Holding his prick steady with one hand, he pushed the fingers of the other deeper into her rectum. When she reached for more, he replaced them with his gigantic knob. I don't know who gasped louder when he popped inside of her. It could have been Mitch, it could have been Yvonne, but I was afraid it was me. Never had I seen a woman take that much inside of her ass, especially since her pussy was already stuffed with another cock.
Mitch remained motionless for a few moments, giving her time to adjust. Yvonne was trembling all over, moaning into Dean's mouth as they kissed deeply. Finally, Mitch inched himself a bit deeper, withdrew slightly and pushed forward again.
"How's that?" Dean breathed as he buried his cock a bit deeper.
"Good!" she moaned. "So, good."
"What an ass!" Mitch hissed. "What a sucking, fucking tight little ass." By this time, more than half his length was inside of her. He slid in and out steadily.
After a few minutes, the men fell into an awkward rhythm. Dean bucked upward into her pussy while Mitch withdrew from her ass. Then they changed. Mitch slid deep into her bowels while Dean lifted her off him slightly. And Yvonne, the cool, calm, unruffled professional news anchor, worked her sweaty, writhing body back and forth between them like an out of control sex machine.
The sounds of sex filling the room were unreal and completely in tune with the scenes before me. And they weren't all coming from the threesome on the bed. Behind me, Tammy was getting fucked good and proper but I had no idea who was taking care of her. I couldn't look because both men appeared to be on the brink of orgasm. I had to get all of this on tape!
As if on cue, Mitch made a sound, low in his throat. He withdrew from Tammy's asshole at the last minute and worked his cock up and down between her cheeks. Semen blasted out of the end of his prick, splashing against her gaping asshole, coating her cheeks and lower back. At the same time, Dean continued driving himself upward into her cunt.
"Cum for me," Yvonne was squealing. "Shoot it."
Dean literally pushed her off him. She slid downward and caught his jerking prick between her two breasts. Both of them moaned as the first powerful stream of spunk filled her open mouth. The next few coated her breasts and chest and she pumped him dry at last, sucking on his knob. Seeing one hand move down between her legs, I taped her bringing herself off one last time with her fingers.
When it was all over, I was finally able to turn and look at Tammy. She was still half dressed but her eyes were glowing with satisfaction. Brad and Eric were still completely dressed, helping her to a sitting position. God, how I wanted to know who had brought her off!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The gentleman's offer was generous. He wanted to buy the video stores as well as purchase any and all tapes made through Rita's Hot Spots. Distribution, sales and keeping the books would be his responsibility alone. That would leave me, Tammy and Brad with nothing to do but concentrate on the creative side of making sex tapes.
I thought about the offer for two days before I came to a decision. Eric was of no help. He wouldn't even tell me who had fucked Tammy while I taped Yvonne and her two lovers.
My partners felt pretty much the same way. The business was mine. If I wanted to sell it, fine. As long as we could continue making sex tapes and get paid for it, they didn't care what I did.
Finally, with mixed emotions, I made the call. 1 told him to have the papers drawn up. Rita's Rentals would be his. We would become employees. After the call I felt relieved and yet apprehensive at the same time.
April 15 came and went and Eric and I went to the beach for a few days. We spent hours walking along the sand, holding hands and then we would go back to our hotel room and spend hours fucking in every position imaginable. I didn't insist on being in front of a mirror any longer. That side of my nature was being satisfied by my work. Now, I could just relax and enjoy my husband.
There was still one thing I had not done. I longed to watch Eric with another woman. I was almost ready to admit defeat on that score. Eric wouldn't even discuss it with me. Every once in a while, I let my imagination wander. I would imagine Eric with Tammy or Helen or Yvonne. That usually brought me off like a rocket no matter what he was doing at the time.
The invitation was in the mail when we returned from our vacation. My new boss was having a dinner party to celebrate the grand reopening of Video Ventures and discuss his plans for the future. It was to be held at his home the next evening. Formal dress was required. A limo would be sent to pick us up.
I chose to wear a form fitting, white strapless dress to show off my recently-acquired tan. Eric looked incredibly, sexy and handsome, and I looped my arm through his possessively as we started up the walk toward our host, Mr. Peterson. He had just greeted Brad and Tammy at the door and he hugged both of us warmly.
"I have a wonderful evening planned," he whispered to me. "One you will never forget."
Smiling, I moved on into the room. Yvonne was there with Mitch on one side and Dean on the other. They all looked absolutely stunning. Helen arrived right after us with Clint, and the two redheads, Monica and Bonnie, came as well. To my surprise, Helen's lesbian lover, Wendy, arrived with a stranger. I found out later that she was the woman who had requested the lesbian video. Bill and Marsha were there, too. He was carrying a briefcase and I was almost sure it contained sex toys. Did they go anywhere without them?
After dinner, we took our drinks into the den and visited with each other, catching up on all the latest gossip. I noticed that one of our tapes was running on the theater-like TV and Clint and Helen were kissing as they watched it. I watched for a few moments, feeling myself begin to tingle with excitement. That tingling increased when Brad put an arm around me. We stood there together for a few moments watching Clint and Helen remove each other's clothes. I wasn't surprised to see that her pussy was still bald. Evidently Clint was still shaving her.
Completely oblivious to the rest of us, they stood by the sofa kissing deeply. Finally, Clint took a seat. His huge prick jutted up proudly out of a nest of dark hair. Helen made him shine with her mouth and then she straddled his lap. Moaning softly, they both watched as she sank slowly onto him.
"Ride it, Helen," Bill said from across the room.
That drew my attention to where he and Marsha were snuggled together in a large recliner. Most of her clothes had disappeared. Bill was running a wildly buzzing vibrator all over her body. It was a thick, cock shaped object with a rounded knob and lots of little bumps all over the side. She sighed as he ran the toy across her already rigid nipples. When he worked it down her flat belly to her bush, her legs parted readily. The toy made little circles around her clit and then slid deeper into the groove between her swollen lips.
With a moan, Marsha opened her legs as wide as possible, exposing herself to anyone who happened to be watching. I shuddered as it slid deep inside of her. The whirring turned to a deep throb as her pussy pulled and sucked at the toy. Then the flesh colored vibrator reappeared, glistening with her oils. Her pussy sucked on it noisily. Bill gave it to her again and my own pussy fluttered at the thought. The first flood of juices wet my panties and my knees began to feel weak.
"Fuck me," Marsha wailed, lifting her ass off the chair.
Bill seemed to forget everyone else in the room. He went to work pistoning the sex toy in and out of Marsha's juiced up cunt. The buzzing toy appeared to bring her closer to orgasm with each stroke.
"The butt plug," Marsha gasped.
Reaching into the open briefcase beside the chair, Bill retrieved the small, plastic device without even looking. I squeezed my legs together around my aching clit as I watched him insert it into her rectum. Then, without missing a stroke, he leaned forward and began licking her clit. In the next few moments, all that could be heard were Marsha's sounds of pleasure. She convulsed and then stiffened as her orgasm swept over her, taking her far away from the rest of us.
In another part of the large room, I spotted Wendy. She was no longer quiet and demure. At the moment she was undressing the woman who had requested the lesbian sex tape. As her skin was exposed, Wendy kissed and licked it lovingly. What a sight seeing Wendy's mouth and hands turn this woman into a helpless mound of quivering flesh.
As I watched Wendy kneel at her feet and begin licking her pussy, I struggled to remember the woman's name. We had been introduced earlier. Isabelle, that was it! Continuing to watch the scene, I put a hand between my legs and squeezed my aching pussy. The sex toy was still buzzing off to my left, accompanied by Marsha's moans of pleasure. Clint and Helen were still fucking steadily all over the sofa.
Yvonne was on her hands and knees in front of the fireplace. Dean was fucking her from behind, holding onto her ass with both hands. His wet balls slapped against the back of her thighs rhythmically. At the same time, her lips were sliding up and down Mitch's long, thick tool. He stroked her hair and groaned every once in a while when he touched the back of her throat.
The flickering firelight only added to the sexy scenario and I stood there watching with both hands between my legs. My nipples made stiff points in the front of my dress. Even the soft fabric felt good touching them.
Even though Isabelle was much older than Wendy, she had taken care of herself. There was no sag in her heavy breasts, her waistline was still trim, her hips and thighs firm. At that moment, she was standing right where she had been. However, her legs were wide apart and she ground her pussy all over Wendy's face.
"Eat me," she moaned as she tugged at her own nipples. "Eat me until I scream."
Wendy appeared to be intent on doing just that. Her tongue darted from Isabelle's clit to her pussy and back again. My own body reacted to the sight with a shiver.
"Lie down," Wendy said as she maneuvered Isabelle to the floor.
The sight of Wendy's wet face drew me toward them like a magnet. I took a few steps closer to the lesbian couple. Now I could smell Isabelle's heady scent and my mouth watered to taste her.
Wendy dived into the older woman's pussy tongue first. When her tongue was in Isabelle's gaping pussy, Wendy's fingers were busy on her clit. And when Wendy sucked Isabelle's gigantic clit, her fingers were busy in Isabelle's pussy. As Isabelle's orgasm built, she went totally wild. At the last moment, she wrapped her legs around Wendy's bobbing head and jerked convulsively. Her screams of pleasure filled the room.
That's when I noticed Brad with Bonnie and Monica. The two redheads were naked, rubbing their breasts up and down his naked body. One of them stroked his hard cock while the other fondled his balls. With a grin, he reached for Bonnie and sat her on his face. At the same time, Monica squatted over his cock and began riding him. For the next few minutes, I watched the two women bouncing up and down on Brad's body.
"Isabelle wants you to join us," Wendy said as she caught my hand. As if to help with my decision, she licked my palm seductively.
Carefully stepping over discarded clothes, I let her lead me toward Isabelle who was slowly fucking herself with one of Bill's toys. The long, thick double headed dildo protruded from her cunt. It looked for all the world like she had sprouted a dick. I found myself on my knees sucking the free end, inhaling her woman scent and getting wetter by the moment.
"Suck me," Wendy moaned, lying down in front of me, thrusting her cunt toward my face.
There was her fragrant, pink and blonde pussy being offered to me freely. I freed the fake cock with a wet plop and turned my oral attention to Wendy. Her pussy was delicious, sweet, and her lube simply poured out. I slurped it up noisily as my tongue traveled the length of her slit. Finally, I settled on tonguing her overflowing hole while I pinched her clit with two fingers.
"That's it," Wendy squealed. "Oh, don't stop."
I wasn't about to stop, although I paused momentarily when I felt a warm hand on my hip. Two fingers were inserted into my pussy and a hot tongue licked its way up my crack, stabbing briefly at my asshole. That continued until I was moaning into Wendy's muff, and then I had to know who it was. Sliding two fingers into Wendy's pulsing pussy, I turned to see who was behind me.
I wasn't surprised to find that it was Isabelle. She was wearing the strap-on dildo. I moaned as the thick object was slowly pushed into my spasming pussy.
Even though it felt wonderful, it only added to the itch deep inside of me. I wiggled back against her, reaching for more, and Isabelle obliged readily.
"I want to fuck your cunt all night," she breathed, and I felt her hot tongue on my asshole again.
"Please, Rita, lick my pussy," Wendy moaned, reaching for me with her entire body.
Then, just as I lowered my face to her fork, I saw Eric. He was watching the whole roomful of fucking people through the video camera. The red light told me the machine was running. My husband was taping the entire orgy. And right at that moment, he was taping me with the two lesbians. Suddenly, the thrill of the fake cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy was nothing compared to what Eric was doing.
I stuck my tongue out as far as possible and worked the point up and down Wendy's boiling slit. The whine of the camera lens told me Eric was getting a close-up of this. I wanted it to be perfect. I worked the tip around and around her clit and then I wiggled it lower to make circles just inside of her hot, juicy pussy lips.
With her hands tangled in my hair, Wendy humped my face. Her guttural sounds of pleasure reached my ears and all but drowned out the other sounds of sex coming from all around the room. Behind me, Isabelle had increased her fucking strokes in speed and depth while she fingered my ass.
Eric moved around us, taping from behind. I thrust my ass even further into the air so he could see everything. And to keep myself from orgasming almost immediately, I began thinking about how this must look. I pictured the wet dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. I imagined Isabelle's sweaty body as she fucked me. And I thought about how I must look with my face buried in Wendy's blonde pussy.
Isabelle grunted with her steady humping. I felt her fingers on my clit. Almost at the same time, Wendy squealed, jerked and stiffened and her pussy clamped down on my tongue like a vise. To prolong her pleasure, I continued to pinch her clit and worked a finger up into her butt.
And in the next instant, I was climaxing. I could not stifle the groans of release that came from me any more than I could control the wild gyrating of my body. The pleasure coursed through me, growing more intense by the moment. Then, just when I thought I could not stand another ounce of pleasure, it began to subside. I knew the reason for such an explosive orgasm lay in the fact that Eric was watching and taping.
Isabelle did not pull the dong from me until my breathing returned to normal. I rolled onto my side and could see directly across the room to where Brad was fucking one redhead and eating another. Beside me, Isabelle went to Wendy. She thrust the sticky wet dildo deep into her pussy and they began fucking wildly.
"Eric," I whispered remembering that he had been right there. God, how I wanted to see that tape!
I pushed myself to a sitting position. Marsha and Bill were still at it. He was sitting in the chair now. She faced the room and rode up and down his cock slowly. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted in ecstasy. I could still hear the buzzing and realized he was fucking her ass with the dildo at the same time.
Helen and Clint were lying nearby on the floor in a comfortable looking 69 position.
Brad's redheaded team were taking turns sucking his cock. Almost at that instant, he groaned and his cock began to jerk and spew its load high into the air. Giggling, they caught it as best they could with their mouths and hands. I sat there watching, feeling my excitement return as they smeared his thick cum all over each other with their mouths and hands.
Yvonne was still keeping Mitch and Dean occupied. Even as I watched, she squatted over Mitch's cock. She sat down on him hard and took Dean into her mouth at the same time.
Across the room, Mr. Peterson was naked from the waist down. Kelly, the student that had made the anal sex video, was between his legs, sucking his wrinkled prick hungrily. Suddenly, she released him and stood up. "You promised, Mr. Peterson." she purred.
Handling her weight with ease, Mr. Peterson positioned Kelly over his stiff dong. Legs tight together, she sat down on his lap. His well-lubricated cock slid deep into her ass with no problem at all. After a few moments, he was the one controlling her up and down movements.
"I'm going to cum in your ass," he promised between clenched teeth. "I'm going to fill your ass with my spunk!"
That turned Kelly on even more and she ground her ass against him even harder.
A quick glance around the room again and I still did not see Eric. Disappointed, I stood up and looked around again. He was nowhere to be seen and I had to find him! On impulse I started up the winding staircase. Halfway up the stairs, I turned and looked at the room again. Someone else was missing, too, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out who it was!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
At the top of the stairs, a long hallway stretched out before me. There were doors on either side leading, I supposed, to bedrooms. All my instincts told me Eric was up here and I was glad for the carpeted floor to muffle my footsteps. Moving to the first door, I pushed it open and peered inside. Nothing but an empty bedroom. The second and third doors revealed the same thing. Behind the fourth door was where I found ... them.
Eric was sitting on the edge of a huge bed, completely naked and hard as a rock. Tammy stood before him. She was also naked and she was thrusting her breasts in his face. I trembled as I watched my husband suck first one of her nipples and then the other. His hands slid down her back to cup her behind and then he licked his way down her flat stomach as he pulled her closer.
"God, your mouth is so hot," Tammy breathed. "And your hands feel so good."
Squeezing her hips rhythmically, Eric ran a hand up between her legs and fingered her from behind. At the same time, his mouth reached her hairy mound. He ran his tongue in circles through her honey-colored curls before sliding it in between her swollen lips.
I felt my knees grow weak and a flood of pussy juice oozed down my thighs. Here was the one thing I had been dreaming about for months. I was watching my husband make love to another woman! My whole body was on fire. Now that the moment was here, I was torn between wanting to watch and wanting to join them. In the end, I forced myself to remain hidden behind the big oak door-to watch.
Tammy made a little gasping sound. Eric was holding her lips apart with two fingers as he lapped at her clit. She placed a hand on his head, urging him to continue, and I saw that he had added a second finger to the spot between her legs. He pushed them deeper and she seemed to be torn between humping his hand and his face.
"I'm going to cum," she whispered. Arching her back, she jerked her ass back and forth several times.
I shuddered as I listened to the wet, sucking sounds coming from the room.
"Damn, what a tongue. I can't help it," she groaned.
His pistoning fingers turned her cunt juices to a froth.
"I have to cum!"
A heartbeat later, she ground her body against his face and grunted. I could see her juices pouring out around Eric's fingers. My own fingers slid into my very wet, tingling pussy. Something akin to pride rushed over me as I watched my husband bring her the ultimate pleasure. This was everything I had dreamed it would be-and more.
"And now I have to please you," Tammy said as she sank to her knees at his feet.
Eric's cock was rock hard and my pussy fluttered around my fingers when I saw it. Tammy licked up and down the length of his shaft several times, tracing around the veins with the point of her tongue. She circled his sensitive knob and teased his nerve bundle just under the head. Finally, the tip of her tongue teased his piss slit. That brought a soft groan from my husband and he urged her to take him into her mouth.
Pumping him slowly, Tammy made a tight ring of her lips and forced them down over his cockhead. Eric leaned back on his elbows and watched Tammy closely. Every once in a while he would buck upward and I knew that she was sucking him gently, teasingly. His eyes were glazed with lust and he touched her bobbing head from time to time.
Swallowing hard, I realized I could almost feel Eric against my tongue. If I concentrated hard enough, I could all but taste his pre-cum. My nipples ached for his mouth. My pussy longed to have him inside of me but what I wanted more than that was to continue watching him with Tammy.
"I'm going to have to fuck that pussy soon," Eric said in a throaty voice.
Tammy had swallowed every inch of my husband's cock. She lifted her nose from his pubic hair and slowly released him. She squatted there for a moment, stroking his spit-slick prick with one hand.
"In a while," she told him as her hand moved to his bloated balls.
With a soft sound, Eric lay back on the bed and spread his legs wider. Tammy pushed his cock out of the way and bathed his hairy ball sac in warm spit. She sucked first one tender orb and then the other into her mouth. And then she swirled her tongue around them quickly.
I shuddered through a mini-cum just knowing how much Eric loved this oral treatment. And when Tammy's tongue slithered downward to stab into his puckered anus, I barely stifled my gasp. Eric, on the other hand, made no attempt to keep quiet. He pulled his legs even further apart and invited Tammy to continue. She -rimmed him for a few more moments and then pushed her tongue deep inside of his asshole. Groaning, Eric worked his ass against her face.
Suddenly, he rolled onto his belly and lifted himself onto his knees. "Suck my ass," he growled, offering himself to her again.
Tammy buried her face between his cheeks, her tongue leading the way. She scooped up the juices boiling from between her legs. Reaching underneath Eric's body, she smeared them onto his throbbing prick. After several times, she began pumping him slowly. She worked her tongue in and out of his asshole to match the rhythm of her hand.
I stood there watching, drenched to the knees, trembling from head to toe. Never had I seen Eric this turned on. Never had I dreamed he enjoyed this kind of treatment. He was making low, guttural sounds as he fucked Tammy's hand.
"Gonna blow!" he moaned.
Tammy didn't let up even though I was sure she needed him inside of her. "God, I'm going to shoot!"
Almost before the words were out, Eric erupted. He grunted and growled as Tammy milked him with one hand, catching his spraying seed in the other. She transferred that back to his cock and continued pumping him. Her mouth left his ass, moved across his balls and then she slid underneath him and took his scum covered cock into her mouth.
Eric remained on his knees, slowly fucking her face.
I brought myself to a quick, hard orgasm as I watched her sucking my husband into a new erection. His prick had been only half hard when she started. In just minutes, he was growing longer and thicker again.
"Now, you're going to make me cum just as hard," Tammy told Eric when she was satisfied that he was completely erect.
Eric dragged his wet cock down her body. When it reached her mound, she opened her legs wide. From where I stood, I could look directly into her super-wet pussy. It was already pulsing as she humped the air searching for his prick.
"I've waited for this for a long time," she breathed as she guided him to her liquid center.
Eric made no comment as his knob disappeared inside of her. He braced himself on strong arms and fed himself to her an inch or so at a time. His fat cock stretched her lips wide and her groans of pleasure reached my ears as she humped upward, eager for more and more of his delightfully thick tool.
I closed my eyes briefly and rubbed my super sensitive clit. God, how well I knew how it felt to have Eric buried deep inside of me. I knew how talented he was at fucking and I knew Tammy was going to enjoy this more than anything she had ever experienced before. Again, a strange sense of pride crept over me and I opened my eyes to watch my handsome husband fucking another woman.
"So big," Tammy groaned as Eric began moving in and out of her steadily. "God, you fuck so good!" Her hands slid down his sweaty back to squeeze his lean ass. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to thrust even deeper.
Eric kept quiet, his face a mask of concentration as he slammed his cock into her harder. With every other stroke, he worked his hips in a little circle.
I studied this whole scene closely, wanting to remember everything. Tammy's hard-nippled breasts danced on her chest as Eric fucked her savagely. Her face was a mixture of ecstasy and agony. She took everything he had and begged for more. As I fingered myself, I watched Eric's lean, sexy body pumping away between her legs. Even though he was drenched in sweat and giving her all he had, he was in complete control of himself. I noted that his balls were as bloated as before. They smacked her upturned ass wetly. Closing my eyes again, I leaned against the door and let the waves of pleasure crash over me.
Tammy's squeals brought my attention back to the wildly fucking couple. I could actually see her pussy pulsing around Eric's prod. Her oils boiled out around it and ran down her crack to puddle in her asshole. "Don't stop," Tammy gasped when she could talk again. "I want to cum again."
Eric was only changing positions. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She began bouncing up and down on him almost immediately.
From this new position, I could see her widespread pussy sliding up and down his pole. I could watch Eric suck her nipples and the thick, wet sounds coming from the room were incredible.
"Your cock feels so good," Tammy grunted as she slammed her body down onto his. "I want it everywhere at once."
"In your mouth?" Eric asked. I suspected he was trying to get his mind off the hot pussy wrapped around his prick.
"Yes," she hissed.
"In your ass?"
"God, yes! Everywhere!"
That's when I found myself walking into the room. Eric and Tammy weren't aware of my presence until I was standing right beside the bed. And then they simply smiled as if they'd known I was there all along.
As if in a trance, I crawled onto the bed behind Tammy. The scent of her heat filled my head and I licked my way down her spine as she leaned forward. She continued to move up and down on Eric's prick slowly, groaning as he held her cheeks wide for me. Ramming my tongue into her asshole, I sucked noisily. She tasted of sweat and cunt juice and I felt as if I wanted to suck her ass forever.
Groaning, Tammy worked her body back and forth between me and Eric. She convulsed through several climaxes, each one more intense than the one before.
Every once in a while, I would drop my mouth onto Eric's slime-covered balls. At the same time, I licked his exposed prick on my way back up to her asshole.
"Fingers," she grunted. "Use your fingers."
I understood immediately. Two of my fingers replaced my tongue. As I worked them in and out of her butthole, I wished I had brought along one of Bill's toys. That wasn't going to be necessary, though. Tammy was quickly losing control again. And I had the feeling Eric wouldn't last much longer either. His movements were already becoming quick and erratic. When I cupped his balls, they had moved into firing position.
I rubbed my splayed cunt back and forth on his thigh, knowing I would climax right along with them. Suddenly, Tammy gasped and stiffened. Her ass clamped down around my fingers and I imagined her pussy doing the same to Eric's prick. At almost the same instant, he let out a roar and rammed his prick as deep as possible.
Groaning, grinding my body all over his leg, I listened to their sounds of release. Eric was pumping her full of his load. Some of the thick, white goo oozed out of her pussy when she finally rolled off him. My head was between her legs immediately, licking, sucking, gobbling up my husband's offerings. And then I turned my attention to him, making sure his cock and balls were clean before I stopped.
The three of us dozed lightly and when I woke up, Brad was helping Tammy get dressed. He motioned for us to join them and the four of us trooped downstairs. There, on the TV screen was the video tape of Eric and Tammy. I had just joined them.
Turning I looked at Mr. Peterson, who simply winked.
I found out later that he had cameras mounted in all the bedrooms of his mansion. He offered to let us do some taping there whenever we felt the need. The one thing I was sure of was that my husband was going to be the star of more than one upcoming fuck film produced by Video Ventures.
