0 comments/ 15057 views/ 3 favorites Cumming Full Circle By: HardSalami Author's note: this story follows characters first introduced in "What Cums Around Goes Around" and "What Cums Around Goes Around, Again," this is designed to be read alone or for added enjoyment, in conjunctions with their first two stories. The doorbell rang as James descended the stairs on his way to the kitchen for a glass of OJ. Hearing her voice in the kitchen, his mind reminisced and realized it had been a couple of months since the event he and Melanie agreed to tell no one about, especially his wife Andrea. Little did he know it had been only a month since Andrea and Melanie endured a similar experience. Melanie was the only one who knew exactly what they both wouldn't tell the other; the only admission of what they'd done to her were the occasional knowing glances she exchanged with each. She didn't resent either of them; she was well aware there was nothing they could've done, and, in a way, she was glad they'd been the ones. James secretly admitted to himself it wasn't a wholly unpleasant experience. Sure, he felt bad about being forced to cheat on his wife, and he felt sorry for Melanie having her first time filmed in the back of a van, but it could've been worse... Andrea hadn't changed her tutoring arrangement with Melanie because it would've raised suspicion and required an explanation which nobody could really brainstorm. Plus, Melanie was still college bound and needed all the assistance she could get, and helping her achieve her dream seemed like the least Andrea could do. "Honey, can you get that; we're working in here on this epic application?" called his wife from the living room. As he peered through the peephole, he saw the top of a UPS hat with its telltale patch looking down as its owner typed away on a tablet. "Awesome," delightedly thought James, "I love packages; I hope it's for me!" gleeful as a kid on Christmas. Mike was actually a nice enough guy, or at least he thought he was; even when he considered what he did for a living, he still didn't view himself as a bad person, per se. He avoided violence at nearly all costs. And he justified his actions by feeling Life had dealt him a bum rap and now he had a rap sheet which quickly brought his "promising" film career to an end. Like many fresh graduates from film school, he'd been approached by the porn industry. He had no real interest in it, but as the bills were building and his loans were looming, their offer began teaming with temptation. He had no intention of making it his career, but a few shoots couldn't hurt. Mike thought he'd take one or two jobs, for some quick cash and then get back on track. If he'd only known how much one choice would derail his future. Sure, she looked young, but the producer assured him she was legit, and Mike foolishly (or wishfully) believed him. One thing led to another and before he knew it, charges were flying: exploitation of a minor. Such a mar on your career prevented you from ever being mainstream. That blemish even prevented him from working in the industry that got him into all of this trouble in the first place: porn. Poor guy, when he was released he was quickly faced with a life of meat packing or garbage processing. A director/cinematographer needs a film crew and that is where Alex and Todd came into the picture. Alex was guilty of mail fraud, and Todd was a foolish guy who agreed to transport drugs to make a little extra. They'd all met in prison, and when they got out, they decided to start a business together—the rest is history. James was too distracted by the large package Mike handed over to even recognize him and once he did, it was too late. Having to drop the package before he could push back gave Mike and his crew just enough time to get their foot in the door. Hearing the crash of the box, Andrea asked, "Who is it Honey?" "Oh, just an old acquaintance," answered a familiar voice. Both Andrea and Melanie grew pale as the placed the utterance, "Mike...?" Their mutual question was answered as they saw James being brought in, his mouth covered and arms held behind his back, by Alex. "How did you find us?" asked Andrea, frustrated James had just let him in. "Well, I caught you in this neighborhood both times, so I assumed you must live around here; it took only a matter of days before I saw you enter this house—it's not rocket science," he explained. Continuing his assessment of the situation, Mike noted, "It's always best when the whole original cast comes back for the third one. You always know it'll be a flop when they start hiring new people. Plus, people love triangles, especially one as complicated as yours." Gazing off into the distance, "It's like this story is cumming full circle," Mike began to wax poetic. But only the guys seemed to recognize the perverted slight Rambo reference. "Now I don't want any of you to be holding a grudge; you should all know the films have been huge hits, and once again, the demand for a conclusion necessitated a third outing. But, you have my honest to goodness word this time round will be the last. You can always tell a series has gone on far too long when they start churning out a fourth and a fifth and so on," assured Mike looking around. "Plus, just look at this set," directed Mike taking it all it, "it is a perfect combination of functional lived in realness and quintessential bourgeoisie; it'll really up the production value to have this one shot in something other than the van." "I must admit, I've never had a cast so large—it isn't easy fitting three plus me in the back of the van. Sure we've had solo projects before where a girl has to perform all of the parts herself." Reminiscing as if to himself, "Actually, those go pretty smoothly since she is so relieved to hear all she has to do is rub one out and take a dildo or two on camera," Mike explained. "I've got both of your videos," said Mike, looking first to James and then to Andrea as they turned to each other surprised to hear for the first time they'd both gone down the exact same road with Melanie. Andrea knew James and Melanie had been involved in Mike's enterprise before, but she never asked for, nor wanted, any details. Though James didn't know she knew nor did he know about her. "Not only will I show you both of them, but I'll release them and let them go viral so all of your friends, family, co-workers, and bosses can see who you do in your spare time. Or, everyone can play together, give impassioned performances," raising his semi-clinched hand for emphasis, "and keep their skeletons in the closet. Sound like a deal?" rhetorically asked Mike. Still unsure of why James let Mike and his crew inside, Andrea asked, "Aren't you even going to put up a fight?" When James indicated his restrained condition as answer enough, Andrea continued, "You like this don't you?" "No...?" answered James, through Alex's fingers, honestly unsure. Starring at his crotch Andrea desired an explanation for "...the bulge already forming in your pants?" Both James and Andrea didn't want the other to see their film with Melanie. Would their actions be considered cheating? What would the other think seeing orgasmic ecstasy washed across their face? What would they think of the depraved things they did to her? Did they go too far? After having Alex tie James to a kitchen chair so he could witness all about to transpire, Mike turned to the huddled ladies, "Girls, I am going to have you make out so we can get our only male cast member's...member fully in the mood." Knowing the routine, they each willingly took their sexual drive heightening pill from Mike. Turning to restrained James, Mike decided to make things even more interesting by making him swallow one too, knowing damn well it would nearly drive James crazy to watch this scene unfold unable to touch himself. To make matters worse, Mike wondered aloud, "...if you'll get off watching your wife and her student get it on. You sure liked it when you got it on with this youngling." Turning to the other cast members, he asked, "But first, who is going to help him off with his pants and shirt? He is already bound enough; we'd hate to have his rising cock pinned down." Since he wasn't her husband, Melanie looked to Andrea who didn't really want to see James' erection build as she was forced to make out, or more, with another girl—a teenage student to make matters worse. "His longing should only be for me—his wife," unrealistically grumbled Andrea. "You better not get hard watching us," warned Andrea as she walked over. James shook his head at her silly and ridiculous expectation he knew full well he'd fail to meet as she used the kitchen scissors to cut off his lounge pants and old t-shirt. "How else was a guy expected to respond when he is tied to a chair while his cute wife gets frisky with a fresh teen?" thought James as he already felt blood fattening his cock. Andrea was momentarily ashamed by the task she was about to undertake but then realized James would probably like seeing her and Melanie, even with their trepidation—probably especially because of it. Shouldn't she be angry with him? Looking to him for support, she saw how his dick was already pointing towards the ceiling in anticipation. Removing their clothes went a lot faster this time round. And, James was pleased to see Andrea in her rainbow hipsters but surprised to see Melanie still in her value pack whites. Their wetted crotches were a telltale sign of their pill induced dank poon tangs. As the rest of their clothes peeled off, James (and everyone else for that matter) really noticed his attention rising. With her lack of resistance, James began to wonder just how far his wife had gone with this girl—and not tell him. He couldn't blame her, it wasn't like he admitted to dumping his load in her mouth or fucking her in her virgin pussy and ass, but still—it seemed like a girl thing to come clean, so why hadn't she? Suddenly caught in the moment, things began to flow naturally...err...in reference to their undressing, but now also their wetting pussies. Panties hit the floor and were stepped out of, bras quickly followed suit, and before anyone knew it, their lips locked just before their tongues reacquainted. Like seasoned lovers they didn't even have to touch each other's breasts for them to puff and nip. Once their standing bodies came together, they began rubbing crotches so their engorged bumps could meet as their knees weakened. Using her years of teaching to take charge of the situation, Andrea guided Melanie back onto the couch her and James had used many-a-time for a similar purpose. Andrea didn't have to peal apart Melanie's legs as the poor girl had to do when their roles were reversed. In fact, the teen sank into the couch comfortably and allowed her knees to slack apart. Relegated to a single cushion, Andrea had to fold her ankles under her thighs and rest her butt cheeks on her heels, the whole time worrying about the stains her dripping pussy was bound to leave on their sectional. Was it the pill, was it Melanie, was it the situation, was it James watching, was it vengeful jealousy—Andrea couldn't put her finger on it, but she did have a compulsion to put her tongue on Melanie's glistening and willingly spread pussy, especially now knowing it had been doused in James' cum only a few months ago. Looking over to her husband, who was now nearly tipping his chair stretching and straining to see her eat out this girl; Andrea couldn't help herself. "Doesn't take much, you perv," she judged, before realizing she'd enjoyed it in the past too and was actually gearing up to do the same now. James'd seen her kiss another girl before, but that was years ago, and they were both drunk. Plus, kissing doesn't even earn the term "sex" after it, but oral sure does. And Andrea was sure diving into it. Was she supposed to keep up appearances and resist, or should she probably just make his day by going to town? What about Melanie? She was just as much a victim as anyone else here. Averting her eyes from Mike, the rest of the crew, and most of all her husband, Andrea found them glued to the wet glisteny snatch right in front of her. "Fuck it," was her final determination as she went down on her writhing student. It was as sweet and innocent as she remembered. And Melanie was as receptive as could be. If James was going down, he usually fingered her until her pussy was nice and wet. He said it tasted better that way. But Andrea always assumed he was just giving himself a head start so his tongue would have less work to do. However, now that she was licking Melanie's cum off her puffy pink petals, she had to agree it has a wonderful flavor. It is almost like you are experiencing the person. Andrea thought her own tasted quirky but fun, and Melanie's had a certain wholesome and shy flavor. Whether it was all in her mind or not (because who can really put emotions to tastes) didn't stop Andrea from lapping it up nearly as quickly as Melanie was producing it, making for quite the cyclical condition. As she dove into Melanie's muff, she wondered just how fair James'd gone with her student. He fucked her for sure, she probably gave him head, and his disposition would've given it in return. Did she let him, or did Mike let him, fuck her in the ass? She never condoned that anymore (not like she often did before), could she be blamed—it hurt, but if he was getting it elsewhere, maybe she'd have to start giving it up. Melanie, being still so young and tight, made it hard for Andrea to sneak her tongue inside the teen's hole, but luckily Andrea was one of those rare people blessed with the gene to roll her tongue enabling her to slip inside the girl's tiny passage. Since it was one of her strongest muscles, once inside, she flattened it and found herself pushing along the walls of Melanie's most private place. However, the muscles of the uterus are equally strong, especially during the impending fit of an orgasm, so Andrea quickly felt her tongue squeezed back into its folded position. This back and forth continued until Melanie's pituitary gland's secretions of oxytocin caused the involuntary contractions to be too much for Andrea, forcing her to retreat to higher grounds. Returning to her clit and outer folds, Andrea wondered how much longer Melanie could hold out before cresting over into an orgasm. This might be the end of their marriage or her career (though she strongly doubted it would come to either), but she was enjoying herself and even looking forward to what was cumming. Before it came to that Mike exclaimed, "Time for auditions," stopping the girls' performance, "Since James is ready," pointing to his fully erect cock, "we are going to see which girl gets to play his first." It wasn't the best term, but Andrea felt the honor should naturally fall on her, but it now appeared she'd have to earn the "privilege." Her competition was younger and slightly more attractive, so her work was cut out for her. "To make sure James picks based on performance rather than sentiment, he is going to be blind folded," explained Mike. "So, James finishes inside the girl who performs the best," pondered Andrea, suddenly protective of his deposits. But, concerned with what the girl who wasn't chosen was going to have to do, Melanie also desired to be picked. As he was untied and directed to the sofa, James felt the wet puddle his wife'd left behind from her time on the couch. His wife's striped panties were tied to Melanie's whites and placed over his eyes to obscure his vision but left their juices and scent penetrating his nose. Mike announced to all, "The first round is oral." Turning to James, Mike explained, "One of the girls will be referred to as A and the other as B." Girl A, took hold with confidence and knew to stroke the lower exposed portion of his shaft as the rest was buried in her warm wet mouth. She even knew to use her pointer and thumb to squeeze and focus on the base so as to keep him hard without over stimulating him in to an orgasmic burst. Andrea had never been into "deep throating" despite the physical pleasure it might bring James, and James was never comfortable with the gagging noises and discomfort it might cause her with such depths of determination. But this afternoon, "girl A" appeared to be giving (or taking) it all or at least as much as she could. Who knew the gag reflex could be defeated with enough fortitude? Denying it muffled any reactionary impulses and noises. However, at the same time, her task was performed with route proficiency; there were no surprises. He knew exactly what she was going to do next and how she was going to do it, and it felt great, but it was almost as though she was going through the motions—same old, same old. Girl B on the other hand was way less skilled, but there was a clumsy sense of eager exploration. There were mistakes; teeth brushed against both the top and bottom of his shaft; however, it created character. There was an innocent exuberance—a willingness to try new things even if they didn't work. This kept him on edge and engaged in what she would be paying attention to next. She didn't use her hands to stimulate what was left out, and she often sucked it like a lollipop instead of providing suction and rubbing her tongue across his length. However, her tongue tentatively came up for exploratory slides, and he looked forward to those graces. So all could hear, Mike informed them, "The next round is sex." Melanie had been practicing at home with the handle of her hairbrush, so she felt a little more prepared this time; in fact, she was glad to have a second chance. Not that she needed it because she was already plenty wet, but Girl A benefited from all the saliva coated along his cock from the previous blow jobs but still only managed to perform a been there done that experience: nothing new, nothing unexpected. However, she spotted his tell tail signs of approaching climax and knew just how to deescalate him. She kept James on edge without pushing him over so they could both enjoy fucking for as long as possible. She knew her stuff and knew exactly how far his length would allow her to withdraw without slipping out and so impaled herself at various depths and paces. Using her pelvis instead of her legs, she was able to control the depth of penetration giving her much better restriction while still keeping the rhythm she wanted. Knowing his weaknesses, she knew it was best to go deep and hard at first, then shallow, to the point of just having his head inside her, and slow afterwards to give him a much needed cool down period. He heard trepidation in Girl B's breath as she inhaled and held it before gathering enough resolve to lower as she exhaled onto him. They were ragged moans, almost the sound someone makes as they try holding back tears. She was tighter, so she had a harder time fitting James' rod inside giving him a great ego boost. Already able to guess who was who, James wondered if his deduction was right. The zucchini he shoved up A's could at least be partially to blame for the tightness discrepancy. Girl B never really caught her stride, but she did provide a unique ride. It felt like a kid trying their pogo stick for the first time, and the fact he was present for her practice made it all the more fun. Both the successful streaks and failed bounces felt great: they were so fresh and innocent. Sure, occasionally she withdrew too far and he popped out, then she'd come down atop his cock's underside hitting her exposed clit against his pinned penis sending them both into flinching gasps. Captivatingly, she didn't know how to manage her depth which caused them to keep coming apart, but then it also meant he got to pass through those tight lips again and again and hear her moan as she kept having to readjust to him inside her barely used hole. When it all became too much for her, she'd take a break by smearing her leaking juices over the underside of the dick she'd capture between his lower abs and her parting pussy. Cumming Full Circle When Mike finally brought the competition to an end, James knew how he "should" rate them; however, part of him was frustrated by how routine and stale things sometimes felt in their bedroom; they still did it, frequently enough, but there weren't any surprises. It was time for them to spice things up, so he mistakenly thought picking B might compel A to push their lovemaking to the next level. It wasn't like he was going to get another opportunity to cum in a teen, so he better take advantage of the situation while it was there. It might be his last chance for something new and different, and later he could always blame it on the pill and Mike's coercion. After picking "B", James' panty blindfold was removed, and Mike presented a budding Melanie. Behind her, James saw his wife glowering, but all he could do was shrug and try to indicate with raised palms and bent elbows how he had no way of knowing. Andrea was directed to sit on the couch, so she, "...can watch," while James mounted Melanie from behind on the floor. Being forced to watch the expressions of your husband as he slides his pole inside your student for the second time in her life was a little much for Andrea to swallow, but she couldn't look away. Slowly, gently, and with consideration, James lined his cock up with Melanie's dripping pussy and began edging forward. Her tautness combined with his girth caused strained moans to erupt from both. Their eyes grew wide as he carefully made his way inside. They each felt shame as Andrea glared, but as their thrusts establish rhythm and the wet slaps echoed in their living room, Andrea discovered her hand absent mindedly sliding down her chest into her crotch. One tweaked her tits while the other rubbed her snatch. When James finally found the fortitude to look at her he instantly recognized what she was doing and gave her the most unabashed loving smile she'd seen in years. Since he saw his wife getting into the scene, James' forceful fucks found purpose. As James pounded away from behind, Melanie discovered herself being pushed across the carpet, ever closer to Andrea's moistening twat. Making eye contact, James directed Andrea's attention to the mouth being edged ever closer. Realizing his intent, Andrea slouched her cooch down the couch enough to bury Melanie's face in it. Surprised to be pushed face first into her teacher's sloppy pussy, Melanie gasped, inhaling Andrea's juices. It became sink or swim as Melanie frantically munched away hoping to please Mrs. Jensen enough to be provided with some breathing room. Once Melanie had made a decent effort to lap up her leaking liquids, Andrea sat up, allowing the girl the room she needed to continue willingly. Using what she learned from their last encounter, Melanie pleased Andrea as well as James ever did—the joys of a girl going down on a girl. Arching her back, Andrea grabbed the back of Melanie's head and forcefully stuffed it in her cunt as she felt her female fluids squirt inside the teen's open but unprepared mouth. On one hand, Mike was pleased to see the film progressing so smoothly. Everyone was apparently enjoying themselves and he was finding some great angles; however, something was missing. Mike had learned in his required English courses every story needs conflict, and this one was sorely missing some. In fact, James used to teach an excellent lesson which included French fries and a lack of ketchup on this very topic. While James was working towards finishing up in Melanie, Mike caught Andrea's attention from behind James. Using his finger to draw her over, Andrea rose and straddled Melanie's back who continued receiving her penile beating. Sitting on Melanie's lower back, Andrea leaned in and kissed James, thanking him for his consideration and reminding him who he deeply loved. When Andrea got up to see what Mike had, James looked down at Melanie's lower back and noticed the puddle of fluids she'd left behind and used those very juices to lube Melanie's rear before poking his thumb inside. Melanie didn't expect the anal intrusion but did her best to bite her lip, whimper, and accept it. James didn't appreciate interruptions when he was hard at work, but he felt he should respond when Mike asked, "...how's it going?" In the throes of sexual ecstasy James responded, "This is the best fucking pussy I've ever had," not thinking of his words' ramifications and surprised by his own lewd phraseology. Mike held up a unique strap on and presented it to Andrea. She was perplexed by its design because there were two dildos attached; however, not arranged for double penetration. Instead, it appeared one of those plastic penises would enter the wearer while she wielded the one in front. Turning to the now jealous Andrea, Mike saw his plan had the desired effect. Not that she was an expert on sex toys, but Andrea realized the personal dildo built in to it came as a package, so if she was going to pander the poking end, she was stuck being stuffed by the other. But, by God, she was going to use it on his bare ass merrily fucking away at the "best...pussy...ever." Little did she know Mike held the remote on her portion and was biding his time to use it. Catching the lube Mike tossed her, Andrea greased her rod before putting her hands on James' hips. "Huh?" was all James could muster before letting out an "ugh" as Andrea reamed "the best man pussy" she knew. Caught between two beautiful women, one you're fucking and the other fucking you, James couldn't move and wasn't sure he wanted to. It hurt like Hell to be violated from behind, but his drive to blow his load inside Melanie won out. Melanie noticed the added force his thrusts gained as he tried getting away from Andrea's "cock" while simultaneously climaxing in her. The duel fucking pushed him over and he emptied a massive shipment of his seed inside of Melanie's milking cooter. As James and Melanie tried enjoying their orgasmic aftershocks, Andrea continued her relentless pace in her husband's ass. She didn't know when she planned to stop, but she'd know when she got there. Mike noticed her remorseless thrusts and knew he had to stop her before she busted James' ass so much he'd be useless for the rest of the shoot. She'd been so intent on getting back at James, Andrea hadn't noticed how her fucking was causing the dildo lodged inside her own vagina to gingerly rock back and forth edging her closer to her own unexpected, unintended, and at this moment, unwanted orgasm. So, she was doubly surprised to find that very same dildo begin vibrating. So well strapped in, she couldn't take the contraption off to extricate herself from its slowly increasing resonances. As the pace amplified, she turned her attention towards releasing the straps, but her weakening knees quickly lost her balance, and on her way down she yanked James free of Melanie before finally dislodging herself from James both with a wet "pop." Finding herself incapacitated, writhing on the floor, ineffectually flailing at the device, Andrea looked about hoping to find someone who'd take pity on her and help. She looked ridicules lying in her back, a big pink dick sticking straight up and a vibrator stuck inside her, furiously buzzing away, as she squirmed on the ground. Disappointed with her teacher's possessiveness and lack of self-control, Melanie pinned Andrea to the ground by kneeling on her shoulders. Leaning over Andrea's torso, Melanie grabbed hold of her legs as well. Suddenly realizing Melanie wasn't there to help, Andrea tried wiggling away, but since they were both the same weight (give or take) and since Melanie had the upper hand, Andrea found herself trapped below her pupil's still pulsating pussy. Melanie contracted then pushed out James' recently deposited load which was already beginning to run down her thigh. "So concerned about where your husband's cum is being dumped, well here you go, you can have it all back," said Melanie while gravity took its course. As it slid down her center, Melanie felt Andrea shaking below her. Before it dripped out, she lowered her cunt right over Andrea's face, "I wouldn't want you to miss a drop." Melanie didn't let up until Andrea had completely cleaned her creampied pussy. So enthralled by the unfolding scene, Mike had forgotten to turn off the buzzing bit still inside Andrea. It wasn't until her mouth was full and freed that she resumed whimpering, "Take it out! Take it out!" To silence her cries and pleas, Mike languidly lowered the speed before bring it to a halt and allowed James to remove the straps. It slipped right out of her pussy, her muscles too worn from the multiple consecutive orgasms to contract in the least and attempt to hold on to it. Thinking of James' recently ravaged rear, Mike decided it would be fun to give Andrea a taste of her own medicine. Walking over and retrieving the used strap on, Mike made eye contact with Andrea and tried to give a sympathetic look, "Considering the interest James showed in her ass," indicating Melanie, "you must take it back there a lot." "I do not!" corrected Andrea hoping to retain any shred of dignity she might still be able to cling to. "But, why not? He obviously likes it considering how willingly he popped Melanie's anal cherry," egged on Mike. She'd guessed it; Andrea knew James couldn't keep his dick in only the holes God intended. Now her fears of him expecting it from her were coming true. However, hadn't that always been her secret desire, to be taken by him, by force, in the ass...? But she was too disgusted and embarrassed to ever say it. "He better have been gentle," was all Andrea could think to say. The fact both Melanie and James cast their gaze downward confessed he wasn't. "So why don't you take it in the butt?" wondered Mike. "Because it hurts," retorted Andrea, surprised she had to spell it out. "Then why would you do it to your own husband?" he had to know, and the others were equally curious. "Because he is a pig," but as soon as she said it she knew it wasn't true. "Well, maybe you should reevaluate your notions," offered Mike, "In fact, we are going to give you the opportunity right now." James was still walking off his soreness, so Melanie placed Andrea's soon to be sodomized butt in the air and using her personal juices as lube began finger fucking it in anticipation. It was dirty, it was wrong, but it was exciting, and the thought of it was making Andrea wet again...or was it the pill...? Either way, Melanie's gentle anal fingering was getting her in the mood and preparing her for what would soon be coming. Melanie also noticed how gushy Andrea was getting, and suddenly couldn't help sticking two fingers inside to test the waters. Melanie found Andrea's center to be quite inundated with lubricant, so she decided three fingers wouldn't be out of line. When he returned, James was pleasantly surprised to find more than half of Melanie's fingers stashed inside his wife's holes. Finally, after years of marriage, James was going to take his wife's ass—properly. He couldn't believe it, but the combination of the scene unfolding and probably the chemicals instilled in Mike's pills were already allowing him to rally for round two. Stepping aside before giving Andrea's left cheek a slap, Melanie, for whatever reason, smiled at James as he lowered himself to his knees behind his wife of nearly seven years. Dipping inside her sex first, James began coating his cock in her vaginal secretions, which were quite prodigious, while Melanie continued lubing Andrea's rear with hers. His comforting, slow, deep penetrations relaxed Andrea and prepared her mentally for what was about to come. Raising her finger to indicate he should give her one second, Melanie slid underneath Andrea who was on all fours. Resuming her up close examination of the female form, Melanie eagerly waited to see the impact a boner in the butt would have. When James pulled free, Andrea's built up juices began flowing down her legs; Melanie couldn't help but catch the runners with her tongue. Being stimulated from below as well as behind was causing Andrea to forget what was on its way and focus on the moment. Placing his cock between her butt cheeks, James rubbed its slippery underside against her anus as he pressed her buns together and fucked her crack. It reminded Andrea of titty fucking, an action her tiny ones never could accommodate. James noticed Andrea's backpressure and assumed she was ready. The exterior anal stimulation was making her eager but fearful of what it'd feel like inside. Taking hold of his dick, James lined its head against Andrea's sphincter and ever so gently began pushing forward. Melanie saw Andrea contract from suddenly remembering what was about to go where. To take her mind off of it, Melanie, reached up, grabbed hold of Andrea's fanny, spread her wide, and attacked her hard little nub with her tongue. Taking advantage of the distraction, James drove forward and made it past her anal ring. "Ahh!" cried Andrea more out of surprise then pain, realizing it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would—at least when properly lubed. James grabbed her narrow hips and continued undeterred with slow but steady force until he noticed his balls bump against her gushy snatch. Leaving it buried, James reveled in the even pressure her anal cannel applied to his cock. He could feel it contract and relax with each breath she took. James gave her a moment to adjust as her poop shoot accommodated his length and girth while Melanie continued munching below. Rubbing her lower back, James began sliding back out. He knew the initial penetration was the worst and popping in and out would also be difficult, so he only withdrew only to the point his head was still inside before leisurely driving back in. Once Andrea completely relaxed and her ass stretched enough to allow it, James picked up the pace and varied the rhythm and thrusting depth. Finally able to notice the world around her and not simply focus on the condition of her butt, Andrea found Melanie's perfectly shaved slit glistening between her athletic thighs and thought the least she could do was return the favor. Leaning over, Andrea placed her tongue at the teen's waistline before sliding it down and tickling her clit. Having tasted her husband's precum earlier that day, Andrea was reminded how pleasant girl juices—all sweet and zesty—were in comparison. As James increased the intensity of anal assault, his sack began slapping the top of Melanie head, so she lowered her noggin to the ground avoiding the demeaning feeling and began playing with Andrea's clitoris as she stuffed fingers inside. Feeling the building in his balls signifying an impending explosion, James picked up the pace and power. As her own climax built, Andrea engrossed herself with eating out Melanie so she didn't feel the pain. Melanie was underneath rubbing Andrea's clit cresting her over into an orgasm as more juices began raining from Andrea's pussy, showering her in warm girl cum. The girls' mutual moans and screams caused James to uncontrollably inseminate Andrea's rear with spewing spunk. Once his cock finished squirting every last drop of semen inside of his wife's butt, he slowly withdrew, sitting back on his heels and giving her fanny a slap as he marveled at his handy work. Cum burbled out of her stretched gaping asshole and ran over Andrea's vaginal opening causing the strangest sensation as it mixed with her own fresh fluids. This sliming of her pussy lips produced another orgasm, gushing out even more liquids to add to the mixture rapidly approaching Melanie's trapped face. Needing to rest her arms which had been holding her weight, Andrea sat up not realizing the combination of gravity and all the air James had pushed up her posterior would cause a cum splattering fart to cover Melanie in a mixture of juices. Mortified by the sound and its probable fallout, Andrea just sat there too embarrassed to even move. It wasn't until Melanie slid out from underneath her crotch covered in their yucky white, milky discharge that Andrea managed a heartfelt, "I am so sorry." "Don't worry, it happens to the best of us..." smiled Melanie remembering the cum art she painted on James a few months ago, as she licked her face clean. Without warning, Mike shouted, "Cut," and the crew gave an authentic round of applause. The three stars then remembered they had an audience and were being filmed. They were in too much of a sexual stupor to appreciate how quickly Mike and his crew disassembled the lights and sound equipment. "Thanks again, you were all great," said Mike as they turned to see him heading out the door, "I'll be sure to close up on my way out." They had a split second thought of running after him trying to get a license plate number or a description of the van, but once they realized they were all naked and still either dripping cum or covered in it, they gave up. As James passed around paper towels, so everyone could mop up the worst of it, he noticed their three DVDs on their countertop with a handwritten note from Mike, "Thanks for all your hard work. I've left these for your viewing pleasure."