0 comments/ 22769 views/ 3 favorites First Shoot By: CBjustCBnothingbutCB Sequel to "Studio Sex" which is the sequel to "The Audition". It's best to read them in the correct sequence. * Myles towelled off, watching Colleen do the same, and wanted to know so much about her. He still didn't know how much prying he could do, but decided that the only way to find out was to ask. She seemed perfectly willing to help him with most aspects of his exposure to the porn industry so far, so he decided he was being stupid not to just ask any question he wanted -- he was sure she'd let him know as soon as he strayed into forbidden territory. "So how long have you been doing porn?" he asked. He had thought about the wording of the question for a while, carefully phrasing it so as not to sound like anything else than a casual question about her life. "Uh... only a few months. Maybe half a year," she replied just as casually. Thank goodness she hadn't taken offence. "OK -- well you certainly are very good at it! Do you often do the 'new guy' screen tests for John? I presume he pays you the normal rate for those?" She looked at him with a calculating expression, then obviously decided to take the question at face value. "No, not that often. I have no idea how many of those he does every month but I've done about one a week for the last -- oh, I guess three months. The pay rate is about the same as a scene in a movie, although in a movie it --" "- it would count as two scenes," he finished for her. "Yes. But it's nowhere near as intense as working in a movie, it's almost always much shorter, and John's shower is much nicer than the showers in the sound stage!" Myles dressed and looked at his watch. He still had an hour and a half to his call time. "You want to get some lunch? Is there a canteen or someplace here we can get a sandwich?" "Are you inviting me on a date?" she asked with that sly smile that made his heart jump. "Uh. If - uh... you want it to be a date, yeah!" He tried to get into the same playful spirit and smiled into her eyes. "Actually, yes, what I had in mind was to grab a take-out and go sit in on the set, wait until it's your call. That suit you?" Myles hadn't been certain if he'd be allowed on set while they were shooting other scenes, or even if there were other scenes being shot before his, but he certainly did want to spend at least a little time scoping out the stage before being immersed at the deep end. "Absolutely, yes it does. I'm so glad I met you! You have no idea how much more secure I feel knowing someone who knows the ropes." "Yes I do. Know what it's like. When I started there was this girl who did the same for me. Made me come right out of my shell." "You? A shell? You expect me to believe that?" He was teasing her and she responded as he'd hoped, by playing up to it. "I was a complete shrinking violet. Wore ankle-length dresses and necklines around the throat. Let's go," she said as she headed back into the bedroom / office area. "Oh -" he had another thought, "made you *come*, eh..." they were both grinning again. Between them they quickly straightened the bed, looked around to make sure everything was tidy and nothing left behind, and left. ***** There was still more than an hour to go to Myles' call time when they arrived at the outdoor sound stage and the bouncer at the door seemed surprised. Colleen he recognised right away but he had to find Myles on a list on his clipboard. "First time?" he asked with a leer. Myles just looked at him, with what he hoped was a neutral expression, looked the guy up and down and said nothing. He might be still learning, but he was pretty sure a door goon didn't rate too highly in the pecking order. He was prepared to be polite to anyone, but if people started patronising him he could give back as good as he got. The guard let them in, after checking the light over the door wasn't red. Once inside, Myles looked around and was immediately struck by how few people there were. He had seen movie and commercial shoots before and the number of hangers-on just milling around had staggered him. Today he could count everyone on the fingers of one hand, just about. There was apparently nothing happening, but that pretty much fitted with what he had been expecting, which was a lot of sitting around waiting. One positive personality trait he was aware of in himself was a lot of patience. The outdoor set was a corner of the lot that someone had done a bit of landscaping on, with rolling lawn and a large oak tree, surrounded on all sides by high walls but with a variety of different scenery walls as well as some outdoor furniture and props - a wheelbarrow, a ladder, potplants... at the moment it looked like the garden of a large upper-class home, even to a picnic table and a kid's bicycle abandoned on the neatly trimmed grass. Colleen was leading him over to a corner that looked to be somewhat out of the way. "We'll be behind the cameras, as it were, as long as we stay here", she told him. He was about to ask how she knew that but she had started pointing out people she knew. "That's Rock Hudson, over there", indicating an insignificant-looking individual with sandy hair and a weak chin, "and the cameramen are Pete and Jonas. I've seen the others around but never worked with them. You recognise Robert and Dana, the ones who've been fucking? No? And the fresh ones over there, Sylvie, Emily, Peter D?" Myles realised he was going to have to learn to size up a situation faster - so far, he had only registered that there were five really good looking naked people on set, and hadn't started to evaluate the subtleties of their state of arousal. He now noticed that, yes, one guy and one girl were sweaty and flushed and the others were still clean and pale. Apparently there wasn't to be any stripping as part of the script. Nothing wrong with that, he thought. "Uh, no, I hardly ever look at the guys' faces so I might have seen them before but I don't remember. One of the girls - the tall blonde number with the spectacular tattoos?" "Emily. She has a really pretty pussy." "As nice as yours?" "Nicer." "In all seriousness? Not possible. You have the most attractive kitty I have ever seen. And - umm -" he gestured towards the girl they were talking about. "Emily." "Emily, hmmm yes I think I've seen one of her scenes. None of the others." "Hi Rocky!" Colleen waved as the director looked over to see who was invading his set. Hudson walked over and she introduced the guys to each other. Myles smiled as he shook Rocky's hand, telling the director how pleased we was that he was going to be working with him. "Well that remains to be seen", said Hudson, "just do your job and we'll be fine. So Colleen, this your latest project then?" It was borderline offensive but Myles didn't expect anything else, just grinned and let The Rock be as nice or as insulting as he liked. He was planning to have fun at this job, he didn't expect it to last forever so there was no point in making it unpleasant for himself or anyone else. He just kept his smile friendly and said nothing. The sizing-up over, The director seemd to relent a little, then gave a faint smile and said, "OK I have quite a big scene to shoot before I need you, so relax - absorb, whatever. Later." He sauntered off, back to the group of people around a monitor and watched something on it briefly. "OK, seen enough of that, it's good. You two can get dressed, you're released. Where's my next scene?" His "next scene" were clearly ready and waiting, so the question was obviously more about stamping his dominance on the situation, but nobody seemed to mind. "OK, you three, cameras, lighting, c'mere. Briefing time. Right, this one is on the table. We start with Peter on his back, the girls sitting on the benches like he's their picnic lunch. Camera 1, here - camera 2, from this angle. This is a slow, languid scene, I want at least 50 minutes of footage for this one. Peter does almost no work at first - I want you almost passive, Peter. Sylvie - stroking him, kissing, using your lips on his chest and arms. Emily starts on the legs. Slowly the two of you work your way towards his cock, and meet in the middle. I want this to start with a cowgirl, then a spoon, reverse cowgirl - girls doing most of the work, you get the picture? This is a guys' dream sequence, OK? You can take it from there. Oh -" Sylvie had opened her mouth to speak but he anticipated her question so she shut up. "Yeah, sorry, Emily first on the cock, Sylvie - sit on his face? K?" Everyone seemed happy with that and the couple who had finished left the set. Myles didn't see them again. The description the director was giving was already making Myles hard, but he noticed that Peter, the porn star, was even less erect than he had been when Colleen and Myles had arrived. He supposed he had been a little aroused watching the filming of the action before, and was now concentrating more on the technicalities of who would be where than on what they would be doing. "Right!" the director was shouting. "Places! Everyone ready? Lights! Camera! Go!" Myles was faintly amused that when there was to be "action", he didn't call "action". He was about to comment on this when he realised that if he spoke now it would be a serious faux pas. He also very quickly realised he was about to watch other people fucking, live and in person, for the first time in his life. He shut his mouth firmly and watched as Peter, lying flat on his back on the picnic table, received kisses and strokes all over his body from the hot, toned and beautiful babes seated on either side of him. He noticed one camera tended to stay more or less static, concentrating on tall, slim, sultry blonde Emily, fooling with Peter's junk, while the other moved around the table, focussing mostly on the brunette, Sylvie's firm titties and face, and what she was doing to his face. In what seemed like seconds Peter was completely erect and so was Myles. He was so glad Colleen had shown him just how smooth he could be, it was an incredible pleasure to be hard now, compared to when he had shaving stubble or hair before. He watched as the director used small gestures to give the cameramen and actors silent instructions, and also noted that the actors were able to comply without openly acknowledging the direction or blatantly looking off-camera. But before long he was absorbed in watching the action, and also a little bothered that he found it incredibly stimulating to see another man's erection from so close, and not have to be self-conscious about staring at it, about enjoying how clean and tight the guy's balls were and how strong his hard-on was. Soon however that emotion also passed and he just enjoyed seeing a live sex show, even when the director called "Cut!" from time to time and made them restart a move or slow up or - his personal favourite - re-shoot the insertion from a new angle. Myles was amazed. He watched a threesome fucking for at least a half-hour and he knew he was not going to last anywhere near that long when his scene came. To make matters worse, he was sitting next to probably the sexiest girl he had ever seen in person, his sandwich lunch forgotten on the grass next to them, with her hand under his shirt tickling his back with her nails. If he hadn't cum less than an hour ago he would probably be shooting in his pants right now, with no helping hand. A cameraman moved around the scene between the actors and the spectators, breaking Myles' concentration, and he became aware of eyes boring into the side of his head. "What", he mouthed at Colleen as he briefly turned his eyes to look at her. She was grinning at him, a secret knowing smile that lit her eyes like magic and made his chest hurt. He realised he probably was slack-jawed and glassy-eyed, in fact it was surprising he hadn't started drooling, but his eyes were being drawn back to the goings-on in front of the camera. "What!" She just leaned forward and kissed him on the side of his face, still glowing like she was lit from within. With two fingers she turned his chin back towards the action and his eyed swivelled that way instantly. When the climax of the shoot came, his focus was so narrowed down he couldn't see anything but the three actors, the girls' mouths now on Peter's thick, throbbing cock and balls as he masturbated. Then he came, explosively, aiming alternate squirts at each of the girls' faces, and either this guy was another porn legend or he had also been saving it for a couple of weeks because there didn't seem to be any end to the amount of semen he could produce. Jet after jet ribboned out and streaked their hair and faces while everyone just grinned and groaned! But even good things have to come to an end and eventually Peter was exhausted. The cameras cut and Peter, Emily and Sylvie drifted away from centre stage. Myles almost choked on a bite of his lunch, finally remembered, when he saw the two girls start getting into some girl-on-girl action, licking and kissing each others' faces clean of semen... he would never have believed it if anyone had told him that happened. And it wasn't helping him in his attempt to get back to normality. Peter just sat to one side, drinking from a bottle of water. He felt Colleen's fingers on his chin, turning his head back towards her again. She still had that shit-eating grin going on. "What!" "You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" "Fuck yeah. First time I've seen other people screwing, actually." "No shit. I remember my first time..." she got all dreamy for a second. "Whoa. OK, and you are now super-horny again, aren't you. That's OK, in fact, that's good. But it won't hurt to go have a quick cold shower. Through that door over there - you have at least 10 minutes, you'll find clean towels just like in John's bathroom. Go!" Once again Hudson and the cameramen were huddled over the monitors to check out the footage just captured. Myles couldn't hear what was being said, but he didn't need to - there was pointing, nodding, more pointing, more nodding... everyone seemed satisfied with their efforts. Not least the actors. Now just lounging on a blanket, they looked for all the world like a normal - well, not so normal - group of friends who just happened to be bare-ass naked. And completely satiated, like after a good Thanksgiving dinner. Myles realised Colleen was right, he was somewhat hot and bothered, so he made off in the direction she had indicated. "Don't jerk off!" she called after him, "it's too close to shoot time and you can't afford the delay. Trust me on this." Myles was beginning to think this girl was some kind of clairvoyant, because it had more than crossed his mind to "relieve the tension" while he was in the showers. So once more taking her at her word, he hastened to strip, stepped into a lukewarm stream of water and slowly turned it colder and colder until he was gasping. He held it as long as could, then a little longer, then a little longer, and eventually emerged with his teeth chattering and skin blue - and cock flaccid. Deliberately avoiding thinking about matters pornographic, he quickly dressed again and returned outdoors just in time to hear the director saying "OK, you two, cameras, lighting, c'mere. Briefing time." Hudson did a double-take and turned back to Myles. "Why are you dressed? You go into the bathroom and come out dressed? Shit for brains? Strip, idiot." He decided that there was nothing really malicious or even arrogant about Rocky, it was just his style. So while the director started giving his instructions for how the scene was to be shot, Myles quickly got out of his kit again. He was getting good at it and within a few seconds stood in the small group with nothing on but the little bit of deo spray he'd helped himself to in the shower. It occurred to him he hadn't yet checked out his co-star so he looked around for a naked girl, and didn't see one. That didn't bode well, he thought. There was so much going on in Myles' head that he didn't really have time to feel self-conscious about being the only naked person in the group, and he concentrated hard on the director's comments. He did find it awkward not knowing what to do with his hands though, so eventually just crossed his arms over his chest. The scene description was, apparently typically, brief. "OK, blanket on the grass. I just want uncomplicated fun outdoor sex, OK? Start with Katje going down on Myles just a little, you flat on your back," he was looking at Myles, "then she moves up to sit on your face - here, facing that way, OK? I want this to go on much longer. I want you to bring her to climax, I've seen your screen test, I know you can do it. But you're not experienced in working for the camera, and noobies are very conscious of it at first but it doesn't take long before you forget about everyone else and start fucking for real. So concentrate. Remember there's two cameras, try to be aware where at least one of them is all the time. But don't look at them! And no burying your face in snatch, I know it's very tempting but then the camera can't see anything and we might as well be filming soft porn. We're not filming soft porn, OK? "Alright. Then, from bj to oral to Katje sitting on Myles, cowgirl. I don't mind how this one finishes, like I said I'm going for the natural feel, so I'm thinking let's do something a little different and go all the way inside. Ok, sweetie? You up for creampie?" Hudson was looking over Myles' left shoulder, so he realised his female lead had arrived. He wanted to turn around to get a preliminary look at her but didn't know if it would be polite. Or cool. Or if it would be more cool to actually look... the anxiety was just what he needed to keep his mind off what he was about to do, so it didn't bother him much, but he was working out that the more he found out the more he had to learn. Just when he was about to give in to curiosity and turn for a look, he felt three things happen at once that made his head lurch. A hand touched him on his right shoulder, a stiff nipple touched his left shoulder blade, and a soft voice whispered in his left ear, "it's OK, you can look". His heart bumped again. Colleen! Colleen in a long blonde wig - making her look much like Emily from the previous scene - was going to be fucking him - again! He remembered now that she had told him Katje was one of her stage names. Could things get any better... he just grinned and bent his left hand to grope her crotch, briefly, behind himself. Hudson was wrapping up his briefing and telling everyone to get into place, and despite his short manner and somewhat offhand style Myles realised he wasn't so bad, and was perhaps even taking it easy on him as a first-timer. "Why did you keep this a big mystery?" "We'll talk later. Places!" Quickly he got on his back on the blanket, and checked with the cameramen and director that he was in the right position. Colleen, looking quite different with blonde hair, knelt in front of him. "Lights! Camera! Go," and Katje was on top of him, lightly kissing his face and smiling into his eyes. He brought up his hands and gently pushed her hair away from her face, stroked her back and arms and breasts. The more he saw of this girl the more he wanted to see of her - he didn't want this moment to end, felt it could go on forever. Fortunately she was able to move on, and move she did - kissing down his chin, chest, belly, all the time maintaining eye contact. She hadn't touched his cock yet, but as she moved towards it one nipple brushed it gently and sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. He arched his back slightly with the pleasure of it and his eyes closed for a moment... meanwhile "Katje" just went on kissing him, now at his navel, then down and slightly to one side, she stroked by his centre, only touching his thigh and hip. Now she was at his inner thighs and one hand appeared from nowhere lightly touching the underside of his scrotum. First Shoot Another electric shock and his balls scrunched up even tighter. His cock was rock hard and curving up away from his belly, a proud display of arousal. A huge drop of pre-cum suddenly welled out and dripped onto his stomach. She brought her mouth up to the head and kissed its underneath, ever so softly - almost like just a light breath of warm air. She gently tugged the skin tight and brushed it all over her face, taking obvious pleasure in the warm silky weight of his meat. For Myles the pleasure was double and he was already clenching handfuls of blanket on either side of his hips. Fiercely he concentrated on holding back, knowing that should he choose to he could come now in two strokes. Taking deep breaths, he carefully and forcefully suppressed his arousal and at the same time visualised himself skydiving out of an airplane - something he done once about a year ago on another of his buddies' dares - which was certainly exciting but not an environment that encouraged sexual excitement. Not during the actual jump, anyway. It worked, and when Colleen's mouth enclosed his penis he was able to look on almost dispassionately - almost. Maintaining concentration on holding back, he brought up one hand (the one not directly in front of the camera) and carefully - so as not to dislodge the wig - combed his fingers into her hair. Her technique was carefully taking into account that he was so close to eruption, giving the shaft much more attention than the head while appearing to be giving a complete high-vacuum blow job. She really was very well practised - or trained - at this and his respect for her grew even more. After a short while Colleen slowed down and took her mouth from Myles' hard-on. There was that naughty little smile again... she moved forward, then straightened and knee-walked up to place her pussy in Myle's face. Just what he needed. He could do this for hours, and it would give him a chance to wind his libido back a little, too. Smiling back at her, he placed his hands on her hips and drew her clitty to his lips. Taking his example from her earlier ministrations, he gently kissed the entire outside of her sweetly gaping vulva, carefully avoiding going anywhwere near the more sensitive inner bits. Slowly he brushed his closed mouth over her clit hood, the outer lip on one side, the fold between lip and thigh, all the way down to perineum, and up the other side. At the same time he worked one hand underneath her butt and despite the clenched buttocks supporting her weight he managed to work a wet fingertip - just the tip - into her asshole. He could feel a reaction to that, as well as hear the little squeak she made. He didn't allow her to put him off his rhythm but continued kissing her kitty, remaining on the outside, just teasing. Then his tongue emerged, and he kept up the teasing, kept his contact to outside skin only. Clitty hood - labia and inner thigh - taint - labia - clitty, round and round he went, speeding up slightly until he could sense Colleen was getting impatient. He started to work his finger in and out of her butt, still only to the first joint, while his tongue plunged inside her pussy and began to work her little button open and to tease her inner lips. It was harder than he thought, doing this with his tongue extended, so that the camera could see the action, and the muscles of his mouth were getting tired quite fast but he persisted. And was rewarded with a deep sigh of satisfaction. Colleen bent over backwards, resting her hands on the ground behind her, and arched her back. Her pussy was thrust into his face, exactly the right distance so that he could reach the important parts but not glue himself to her crotch. Myles decided she was supporting herself well enough and that her position didn't need his help, so he took the hand that was supporting her hip and while his tongue worked her over, from clit to cunny opening and back, he brought the hand around to her pussy and inserted one finger into her vagina. Another gasp from Colleen and he knew he had "the right stuff". While his tongue got busy licking the alphabet on her clit he started sawing his fingers alternately in and out of her butt and pussy. He still didn't go further than the first knuckle with either hand, preferring to keep teasing rather than going straight for the climax - his attentions to her clit would be good for that anyway. Presently her breathing started to get ragged and he could see she was getting highly flushed in the face and across those beautiful natural boobs. Her nipples had been erect to begin with, but now they stood out like a couple of pistol barrels. She had her eyes closed, head back, and was starting to whimper a little - until now she had not been a screamer at all, so he reckoned it was time to send her over the edge. He used his tongue faster and harder, and plunged two fingers all the way into her pussy - no lubrication required, she was so wet she was dripping all over his chin - and her back arched, her head went even further back, and a huge cry went up. He could feel her inner muscles clenching his fingers as he continued to work them in and out and to lave her little button with all the strength left in his tongue. At the peak of her orgasm she clamped her legs together onto his head and almost smothered him - if he hadn't been leaving the "camera gap" he certainly wouldn't have been able to breathe. He was loving it. Carefully, slowly, to help her get the most out of her climax, he coninued gently stroking into her love canal and to lick her clitoris while her spasms subsided. She eventually collapsed flat on his legs and lay panting for a half a minute, unable and unwilling to wipe the smile from her face. "Cut! Lovely, darling, superb. Great, one of your best. Love it", the director gushed. No wonder she thinks he's OK, Myles thought, if he is always praising her like that she's bound to think he's acceptable... and at that moment, Hudson turned his attention to Myles and said, "Not bad you, too. Good work. Don't go getting an inflated ego now, but I based on that alone you may have a strong future in this business. Didn't do anything wrong, acted natural, well done. We have yet to see how you fuck though. "OK, everyone still strong? Drink of water? OK, take five. Make it a quick five, we still have lots of work to do today." Colleen rolled off him, still smiling. He smiled back and helped her straighten out her legs. Someone passed her a bottle of water and while she drank he looked her over. What a stunner she was - soft oval face, clear skin, pale grey attention-grabbing eyes. She was so perfectly proportioned that he could not see a single thing about her that he thought could do with improving - a true "eleven" in his eyes. They were sitting side by side but facing in opposite directions so their faces were close and they could look into each others' eyes. They could talk but there wasn't much to say. Once of the crew passed them towels and they quickly wiped the sweat from their faces and chests. "Nice one", he said eventually. "Yes", she smiled back, and that was all that was needed. She offered him a sip from the water and he accepted. His cock was still interestedly peeking to see what was going on but something had happened and he had got to the point where he could ignore it and get on with whatever was necessary. Their position was ideal to share a passionate kiss right now but he held back and just pecked her on the tip of her nose. She looked slightly surprised, and her smile brightened. From behind him Myles heard Hudson's voice returning. "Yes I was tight, that was a superb scene. All the footage is good. OK - no, wait -" Colleen had started to move, to assume the same position she had been at the end of the shoot, but Rock stopped her. "Colleen, doll, stay right where you are. I like that, I can use that. OK everyone ready - Lights, camera, go!" Myles and Colleen had to ditch the water bottle and towels by throwing them off camera, then turned back to face each other again and started to kiss. He brought up both hands and cupped her face, plunged his tongue into her mouth and suddenly the passion was "on". She responded just as fiercely as he grasped her by her shoulders and lay back, pulling her down on top of him. Smoothly Colleen moved to straddle his hips, her pussy lips neatly pressing flat his cock to his belly and enfolding it so just the head was visible, protruding above her clitoris. She kept the contact between their mouths, while at the same time rubbing him with her pussy lips and spreading lubrication all over him. What an explosive start. Myles' erection was back to the hardest it had ever been and yet he felt he wasn't so close to climax as before, despite all the intervening stimulation, both direct and visual. Colleen broke the kiss and sat upright, supporting herself with her thigh muscles. He was about to penetrate, he knew, and let his hands fall to her hips at the same time as he took a careful but unobtrusive deep breath and looked out the corner of his eye to see if the director was asking him to do anything different. All he saw on Rocky's face was total absorption in the act before him - which Myles took as a good sign. Colleen lifted herself and used one hand behind herself to hold Myles' cock in position, (subconsciously he noted she also used the hand on the side away from the close-up camera) then sinuously worked it into her warm wet depths as she sat back down to take him balls deep. He had been there once today already, and twice before less than a week ago, and yet it was like a first time again. The electricity, the gasps they both took, the sparks in their eyes - all combined to make it so special Myles nearly lost it again. That'll teach you to congratulate yourself too soon, he thought. Quickly he recovered and forced his breathing to be more natural. His head had come up off the ground, his fingertips were all pressed into the soft, essential /femininity/ of her hips, ten potential points of bruising, he was gripping her so firmly. Their eyes hadn't lost contact since they had broken the kiss, and he felt he was swimming in the depths of her soul. What a cliché, he thought distractedly, but distraction is what I need right now... Colleen was starting to move on him, a gentle rocking of her hips that was more a back and forth action than up and down, so she was getting more stimulation than he was. Clearly her experience was telling her to keep him as cool as possible while getting maximum enjoyment for herself out of the situation, and it was working. At the same time, the extraordinary control Myles had suddenly found within himself also came into play. He was having the most electric, sensuous, pleasing, mind-numbingly /erotic/ time of his life, and yet he felt he had mastered - well, almost mastered - his reactions. This fuck-movie industry was bizarre, he caught himself thinking: any other type of emotion can be faked, but not lust. And yet by its very nature, lust is the one that is most likely to rob you of your ability to fake any other reaction, so very private and intimate it was designed to be, thus being able to both /use/ lust and /control/ it at once made you part of a special breed. And while he wasn't concentrating on that very mastery, he almost lost it again. Feeling the sweat breaking out, the cry starting in his throat, he took another deep breath, and another, while holding the blonde goddess's hips immobile for a few seconds. Then with a small grunt he began to stroke her gently up and down his penis while encouraging her to lean back and expose her pussy completely to the camera. With his head still lifted, and still looking her in the eyes, his action, gripping her hips and following the up, down, up, down of her body on his shaft, was like wanking a huge cock. He almost smiled at the thought, but he was smiling in her eyes instead. Briefly he broke eye contact to look between themselves and he was even more aroused by what he saw - a clean-shaven throbbing hardon pounding in and out of a beautiful clean-shaven pussy with the most exquisitely poportioned inner and outer lips, cutely engorged clitoris, and all of it dripping wet with purely natural lubricant. He was sure no-one watching this movie was going to believe they hadn't poured on half a bottle of ID-Glide. Now Colleen was getting twitchy again and he could tell she was ready to pop. He wondered idly if he could manage to get two climaxes out of her by the time he was ready to join her, but something told him that wasn't going to happen. Something quite close. OK, his mastery was slipping, quite badly, again. He started to try to bring himself back under control with more deep breathing but noticed two things happening at once: Colleen was starting another of her epic orgasms, and the director was signalling - what? Oh, 'cum now', is that what that peculiar gesture means - it was so odd, it distracted Myles momentarily and he came back slightly from the edge. Only slightly. You don't ignore a beautiful lady's momentous climax when she's got you buried deep, deep inside and you are looking into her deep, green eyes and she is growling in a deep, husky voice "OHHHHHHHHH..." and within a couple more seconds he was joining her, thrusting hard, hard up into her and feeling his balls so tight they were trying to return into his abdomen. His ejaculation muscles clenched hard, over and over, his cock throbbed and twitched, and a throaty roar erupted from him. From them both. "YES! YES! AAARRRRRggghhhh..." "Oh my God", Myles was gasping. The cameras were still rolling, Hudson (or whatever his real name was) was making furious gestures for them to play it out and for the cameramen not to lose anything. A bit redundant, the cameramen were both seasoned pros - oh, thought Myles, probably for *my* benefit. Hey, no problem, I enjoy this part just as much. Colleen had collapsed on top of him, eyes closed and drooling, but he knew that no matter the outward appearance she still had *some* control going on in there somewhere. He kissed her all over her face, holding her head in both hands and tangling his fingers (carefully) in the blonde hair. Well, it felt like hair to him. He knew without looking that one camera was focussing on her face and, when she eventually lifted herself from him, her still aroused tits, while the other camera had disappeared from his sight so had evidently gone around between his legs. Colleen was still supported on her beautiful haunches so all she had to do was lean a little forward and kiss him on the head to allow his slowly shrinking member to slip from her cunny. She held that position, continuing to shower his face with kisses, for the longest time, while he gently caressed her all over her titties, torso, hips, back, ass, and all the way around the backs of her legs to tickle her in that sensitive fold between outer lip and thigh. He was just starting to think that the director was probably going to end it quite soon, after all most scenes he had ever seen would have ended long ago already, when he felt the first small, cooling drops on his prick - his spunk, dribbling back out from deep within her. Ahh, of course, the creampie. I almost forgot. But at least I didn't call my own 'cut' by deciding it was over and start to move without directions... well, hell, no, I'm loving this, I've just fucked the world's sexiest girl - twice - and now I'm holding her in my arms while she continues kissing me - what's not to love. And it continued to get better. She opened her eyes, looked straight into his eyes, and got that mischievous twinkle again. He started to smile too, wondering what she had in mind, and then she sat her messily, gloriously slippery twat back down onto his shaft again, again sandwiching it between pussy lips and his belly. Slipping herself back and forth, she made it disappear and poke its head out all over again, smearing and using his jizz as lubricant. The feeling was unbelievable, he could hardly credit it but he was getting hard again. Colleen noticed her actions were having the desired effect and continued to stroke and work him until he was almost completely erect. Then she did something else he wouldn't believed possible - with one quick movement, she impaled herself on him again, no guiding hand, just a deft twitch forward-backward with the hips and instead of gripping him between the lips she had swallowed him inside her hot, humid, /extra/ wet depths. /Wow/ this girl is good, he thought, what did I do to deserve this? Damn he wished he could stop analysing and just enjoy. But maybe it was the analysing that was enabling him to enjoy - no matter, Brooks, he told himself, this is number three in a very short space, you can make this last as long as you like. He had hardened completely now, Colleen - /Katje/ - was smiling into his eyes, Rock Hudson, the cameramen, lighting guys (grips? who knew), and the quite cute admin assistant (assistant director? Pah) had all gone through shock and admiration to awe and were scrambling to improvise some new camera angles. The director seemed happy to let the participants run the show themselves, for now. He had surely got the footage he wanted so anything more was going to be a bonus, and Myles was tired of being underneath. He figured that after those two bone-crunching orgasms Colleen was probably tired, too - of being on top, and of being the one doing all the work - so he pulled her flat to his chest and, holding her tight, quickly flipped them over into a good ole missionary. In her expression he could see the gratitude for a rest adding to her smile, and quickly upped the pace a little. He drew up her knees to tilt her pelvis up, raised himself up on his feet and straight arms, and started /hammering/ into her. This was one way he knew that would help things along at a decent pace - they were both tired, despite being quite fit, and he knew that if he just treated this like any other time he'd never be able to make himself come. Only two ways to make that happen then: drilling straight down into her, so that the back of his shaft was in constant contact with the upper parts of her inner lips, if not clitty itself. That, and doggy style. So after a couple of minutes of fairly frantic pounding, as soon as he started to feel Colleen's breath quickening (not to mention his own), he withdrew and quickly turned her over onto hands and knees. She followed his cues perfectly, couldn't have done it better if they had rehearsed the moves. Thank god she's both clever and experienced, he thought, what we *didn't* need right then was clumsy fumbling about. But no, smoothly and with no loss of passion she was positioned with her left leg forward and right back so that the camera on that side could see clearly, and almost without losing rhythm he entered her again and was soon slamming his hips against hers, his cock head attempting to enter her cervix with every thrust. And was he ever slamming. His breath came in gasps and pants, he was groaning and bucking and sweating, starting to lose rhythm now. Colleen was gasping and crying out, trying to support herself on one hand while the other diddled her little nub. Myles' hands on her hips were gripping her tight, threatening bruises again when her arm collapsed and she faced-dived into the blanket, one hand still on her pussy and the other now teasing her left nipple as wave after wave of climax washed over her, the spasms clear to everyone. Hudson was mesmerised and his assistant was clearly *very* aroused, the lighting grips were sweating and evidently having trouble holding the big reflector things steady, while the two cameramen were the only people on set managing to maintain composure. Finally it had to end. Myles was close to - /at/ - his big finish and he even managed to pull out for the cumshot. Only just making it, the first squirt started pretty much the exact instant his purple head emerged from her hot wet depths. There wasn't a huge amount of volume but there was plenty strength to the three or four good ribbons that he was able to put over her ass and pussy entrances. After jerking off, groaning and spasming, he quickly re-inserted again for the last few seconds of his resolution phase. One cameraman had cleverly moved around and *down*, to between Myles' legs to get the best view, upwards from underneath, so he didn't concern himself with leaving a camera gap and pressed back in as deep as he could. Bending over Colleen, resting his face between her shoulder blades, he reached in front and took over from her hands - one on a nipple, the other on her clitoris, a delightfully squishy soup of hot hot wet girl. Swapping hands, he used the semen-lubed fingers on her other titty, producing another vestigial spasm deep in her body. First Shoot Great work if you can get it. He carefully collapsed them onto their right sides, still buried deep in her cunt but rapidly losing his hardness, and opened her legs to the camera again. He was still balls deep and able to slip it back and forth perhaps a centimetre so why waste it? Let the camera get all the footage! They spooned contentedly, panting gently, eyes closed. He could feel every beat of her heart against his chest as he held her close and kissed the back of her neck. Eventually he shrivelled and popped out. "Cut! Fuck! WHOOOHOOOOO! Kids! Fantastic! Hah hah hah HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Rocky was yelling enthusiastically and air-punching - high praise indeed, since he seemed to compliment only reluctantly - and *everyone* was applauding. Myles actually found himself blushing as he opened his eyes and saw the entire crew, cameramen included, ranged around them in a semicircle, clapping hands and smiling. Colleen turned her head back to him with the serenest smile and kissed him demurely. They were both still out of breath and since she seemed not about to get up just yet he was perfectly content to just lie there and enjoy the moment. Oh god how he was enjoying it, holding this beauty in his arms while he came down from the highest high *EVAH*. "Thanks guys", he eventually managed, "that was all thanks to you", he added in Colleen's ear. "You were fantastic." "Mmmm. Not so bad yourself, big boy", she murmured, clearly also in a langorous post-coital dream state. "Sure you've not done this before?" Myles just grinned. "Maybe in a previous life", he allowed, continuing the joke, because he was certain that most of his performance had been the "first time syndrome" that John had told him about back at his screen test all those months - was it really only three days? - ago. He left a bit of a pause to get things serious again. Quietly, in her ear, "Colleen, babe, something serious has happened to me." There. It was out. He had said it without thinking about it, and it was too late to take it back, but he was seriously wishing he had thought first. Oh shit. You know nothing about her! Well I'm not going to apologise, that would be just too wussy for... well. His hands were still all over her, stroking her tummy and tits, more gently brushing over them really, and the back and sides of her neck, he had pushed the long hair out of the way so he could kiss and nuzzle the back of her neck. She had her upper-side hand behind them both and was gently scraping her nails over his left buttock. The crew had started doing what film crews do best, milling about, so at least none of them could possibly have heard anything they had said. But - no reaction. He wondered if she had heard him. More likely she was ignoring him, giving him a chance to tacitly withdraw it by allowing it to slip by. Oh well. Tactful of her. Except... except he knew he *had* meant it. Something serious *had* happened to him. He really didn't know what though, and what he *thought* it might be changed every few minutes. So... let it lie then? Yeah, I suppose so, he thought. For now.