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Going All the Way

By: sealawyer



On our third date, after the movie, we took the street car back to the hospital grounds, but instead of going to the nurse's quarters as I expected, she took my hand and led me to a park bench overlooking Elliot Bay. At night, the bench was in the shadow of some shrubbery and out of view from the windows of her quarters. 

I expected we'd cuddle and neck as we had done on our earlier dates, but Kathy was ready to go further. "It's about time we got to know each other better," she said, after we had suitably warmed ourselves with open mouthed kisses and a good bit of tongue sucking. "Just where did you get hurt?"

"Well, you remember; I was on crutches out at the Naval hospital." I saw her nod in the moonlight. "I got hit in my upper right thigh, almost too close to my genitals." 

"Where? Can I see?"

I would have opened my pants to show her, but my damned cock was already engorged and embarrassingly erect, so I tried to stall her. "Some other time," I said.

"OK." She reached up and pulled my head down to meet her lips. I was trying to will my cock to subside while concentrating on the way her wicked tongue was tickling the corners of my mouth when I felt her hand brush the front of my pants.

I was mortified. "I'm sorry, Kathy. I can't help it when we sit down and neck."

"Do I always have that effect on you?" she asked.

I squirmed uncomfortably. Oh, God! She's more innocent than I thought! Actually, Kathy was playing with my head, but I was much too self-conscious at the time to consider that possibility. 

"Yes, just about," I said.

"Does it happen with other girls, too?"

Now I was really in a dilemma! I certainly wasn't going to confess that Bonnie and I had reached a stage where she let me play with her bare breasts while she held my cock and jacked me off, or that I had actually fucked Shelly. On the other hand, I didn't want to appear entirely naive, either. 

"What makes you think there are other girls?"

"Aren't there always other girls?"

I didn't know how to answer that, so I countered with "What about other men?"

Again, she surprised me because this was an era when virginity in single women was expected and valued. "Yes," she said slowly, "there have been other men. But right now, you're the only one." 

She had withdrawn her hand, and now sat silently while she waited to see how I would receive this bit of news. As I later came to realize, this candor was entirely characteristic of her. If you wanted to know something, all you had to do was ask. You might not like it, but you'd get an honest answer. She never pulled her punches.

I didn't fully understand the significance of her remark until later, but I had sense enough, as I read her body language, to realize something important had just taken place. There was only one possible response. Silently, I gathered her in my arms, and tenderly kissed her mouth, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose. I was surprised to find that her eyelids were moist and her cheeks were wet. I kissed her again, and softly stroked her hair.

"Just you and me," I whispered. "That sounds good."

The nurses who lived in the quarters had to conform to a midnight curfew because that's when the door was locked. It was time for her to sign in. I took her to the door, and kissed her goodnight. Without fully realizing it, Kathy and I had taken a huge step.

Kathy carried a bulky package on our next date. When I asked about it, she smiled and said, "You'll see." I suggested a movie after dinner, but she had other ideas. "I have a surprise for you," she said.

Mystified, I followed her to a street car stop where we boarded a car going in the opposite direction from the hospital. We were near the edge of downtown Seattle when she reached up and pulled the stop cord.

I followed her off the car. We walked about half a block and abruptly turned into an apartment building. By this time, I realized that we were going to a party. We climbed two flights of stairs. Kathy led the way down the hall and stopped in front of an apartment door. The hall seemed strangely quiet, and I was baffled when she produced a key and opened the door.

The apartment was dark. Was this, I wondered, a surprise party? If so, why? My speculation was cut short when Kathy flipped a light switch. "Here we are," she said cheerfully. "What do you think?" I didn't know what to think. We were alone in a barely furnished studio apartment. A Murphy bed unfolded from the wall conspiciously occupied much of the single room.

Kathy dropped her coat on the single chair in the room and sat on the green blanket and patted the bed next to her. Then she held out her arms. "Come here and give a girl a kiss."

I was still uncertain what all this meant, but I sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, and we embraced. This time, she took the initiative, stroking my hair and kissing not only my mouth, but my cheeks and nose. Then she stood and pulled her sweater off over her head! "Hurry up," she said as she laid the sweater on the chair. "I'm already way ahead of you!" Suiting action to words, she then unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it.

I was stunned by her sudden aggressiveness, and watched avidly as she slid her half slip down over her hips, revealing her panty girdle and bare thighs above her stocking tops. I untied my shoes, and unbuttoned my shirt while she reached behind and unfastened her bra. Then she slipped the straps off her shoulders, revealing her full, slightly pendulous breasts to me for the first time. Her pink areolas were large, almost the size of an old fashioned silver dollar, while her engorged nipples, betraying her excitement, stood proudly from their soft base.

I slid my pants down while she was wiggling out of her panty girdle, and my hard cock and balls were available for her inspection just as her dark bush was exposed to mine.

We studied each other's nude body under the harsh light of the single unshaded bulb hanging from its cord in the middle of the ceiling. Then we joyously met in the middle of the room, her billowy breasts crushed against my chest and my stiff cock mashed against her soft belly. "Kiss me, Denny," she whispered. I needed no encouragement. Our arms were tightly wound around each other and I pressed my open mouth against hers. We stood, tightly joined, kissing and stroking each other's back.

Kathy broke away for a moment, and pulled the blanket down to the foot of the bed, revealing a sheet stretched tautly across the mattress. "There," she said, dropping down and stretching full length on the bed. "Come here. I won't bite you."

I didn't need a second invitation. Even though Kathy displayed the same aggressive streak that Shelly had a year earlier, the circumstances were entirely different. Here, we were safe from rampaging parents. Also, having had the benefit of Shelly's earlier coaching, I wasn't quite as inexperienced. Then too, I didn't really know Shelly, but Kathy and I had a history dating back well over a year when I was patiently teaching a motley crew of cadet nurses the significant distinction between their right and left feet.

We rolled our bodies together. I was almost giddy with excitement as I luxuriated in the unaccustomed erotic feel of warm, living female skin pressed tightly against mine from lips to toes. Her breasts were like soft pillows against my chest as we clung to each other. She kissed my neck and chest, nipping briefly then tonguing my tiny nipples. Then it was my turn. I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as possible, then nibbled gently on her nipples.

She spread her legs and seized my cock. "I've been waiting for this long enough. I want it in me, right now!" I rolled over her leg and was cradled between her raised thighs. She grabbed my cock again, inserting the tip into her pussy "Push!"

My cock sank into her belly in a single slow thrust. The feel of her hot, moist tissues slowly parting to accept my rampant cock was exquisite beyond description. I lasted only a few thrusts before I felt my scrotum tighten and my seed begin its sweet aching journey down my urethra. 

Remembering Shelly's concern about becoming pregnant, I attempted to pull out of Kathy's greedy pussy, but she would have none of it. "Don't," she whispered. "I want to feel you cum in me!"

Those words tripped my switch. My cock instantly began to spasm, and I felt myself ejaculate what seemed like gallons of semen into her cunt. After my spasms ended and our breathing had returned to almost normal, Kathy said, "Could we roll over? You're getting awfully heavy." Holding tightly to each other to avoid accidentally separating, we rolled on our sides and silently clung to each other basking in the wonder of the moment we had just shared.

Soon, however, Kathy said, "My leg is going to sleep. You'll have to move." Reluctantly, I backed away from her. She got up, and holding her cupped hand between her legs, hurried into the tiny bathroom. When she returned, I slid out of bed and went to take my post ejaculation pee. When I rejoined her, I found she had covered the wet spot with a towel and was lying on it. Then she began to inspect my body more closely. The first thing she noticed, of course, was the ugly shrapnel scar on the inside of my right thigh about two inches from my cock and balls. "That was a close one," she murmured.

Then she turned her attention to my foreskin. "I didn't realize you had one of these while we were doing it," she said, gently pinching and lifting a fold of skin. 

All the while, of course, I was burning with curiosity about the room, but I was afraid to ask. She probably sensed that it would be wise to explain.

"I'll bet you're wondering about the room, aren't you?"

"It crossed my mind."

"This room belongs to the nurses on my floor; at least those who live in the residence. I've never used it before, but every payday, I chip in my $5 just like the other girls, to pay the rent. The room is available to any of us on a first come, first serve basis. It's used almost every night. I had to sign up for it a week ago; that's why I had to stall before we could make this date."

By this time, thanks to her gentle rubbing and stroking, my cock was beginning to erect once again. I wet my fingers and began to play with her pussy. I still hadn't seen one, and had only the haziest idea how they are put together, so she had to guide my hand to achieve the most benefit, but I learned quickly, and was soon finger fucking her so vigorously that I could hear the squishing sounds my fingers were making in her cunt.

We fucked again, and later, a third time. Between times, we dozed in each other's arms. I had no pressing appointments the following day, but she had to get to work by 7:00 o'clock, which meant that we'd have to leave the apartment well before daylight.

After we dressed, she opened the package she had been carrying. It contained a white cotton sheet. She stripped the soiled sheet off the bed and we replaced it with the clean one. She folded the soiled sheet as compactly as possible and tucked it into the package. Then she added the towel. "I hadn't counted on getting so wet," she said.

Going All The Way



“Action!” I shout. 

Looking at the monitors, I see my husband, Dick Philips, in a 69 position with Cheyenne, a major porn star, licking her pussy while she’s giving him a blowjob. I have three cameras trained on the action, from left to right, camera 1 - a close-up on Cheyenne’s mouth sucking cock, camera 2 - a wide shot, and camera 3 - a close-up on Dick slurping pussy. I am sitting behind a small mixing desk in a three camera outside broadcast van, ready to cut to the next shot. We are also rolling tape on all the cameras for the DVD selection. This is the second shooting day of my first porn film. I, Kat Philips, a masters' graduate in film from UCLA, am directing a porn movie. 

I select camera 2, the wide shot to establish the action. They’re fucking on a large four-poster bed, with white cotton sheets. We can see the tropical forest and turquoise ocean through the bay windows in the background. Dick plays a rich nobleman, running away from a lost love in England, and falls in love with two women. Cheyenne plays the owner of a local tavern that has taken a liking to the sad looking man. She is the one love interest of Dick’s character.

I cut to camera 1, Cheyenne sucking dick. She is very good. With her left hand, she tucks her shoulder length blond hair behind her ear, while holding Dick’s cock at the base with the other hand. She then slowly licks his head; moves down his shaft and up again. She brings his hard-on to her mouth and swallows the head. Her cheeks dimple with suction as she bobs her head up and down. Her natural breasts are squashed against Dick’s body. 

Dick has a beautiful cock, long and thick with a glistening purple head. A thick blue vein runs from his balls, snakes up around the shaft to disappear beneath the head. His balls are without a strand of hair, which makes sucking on those big sperm factories pure pleasure. I am amazed as Cheyenne swallows Dick to the hilt. She is good; no wonder male fans are crazy about her. But I hate her for it. I try not to think that Dick is my husband.

Then I detect something in her eyes. She is registering pleasure from Dick’s ministrations at her pussy. The few porn actresses I spoke to told me they sometimes have difficulty coming on set. They have to be so professional that they cannot allow an orgasm to take away their control.

I cut to camera 3, the action on Dick’s face. Cheyenne, the ever professional, has her left leg up to give the camera an unobstructed view to the action. Dick pumps two fingers of his right hand deep into her wet cunt, while sucking hard on her clit. He plays with her puffy pussylips, wiggling it with his tongue, then his chin. I can see on the monitor how the sexual pleasure is taking all control away from Cheyenne. Her legs begin to twitch, her cunt juices are flowing freely now, with Dick, ever the gentleman, slurping it up like a desert sucking up the rain. 

I cut to camera 2 to show how Ms Porn Star is giving up control. Her whole body is shaking, out pops Dick’s cock as she screams in ecstasy. I cut to camera 1, the close-up on Cheyenne’s face. She rears up like a striking cobra, roaring with pleasure. Her face is a study in radiance. She is definitely glowing with orgasmic bliss. I cut to camera 2 for a wide shot. Another rumble ripples through her body as she arches her back, before she collapses onto Dick, breathing heavily, her tanned back glistening with perspiration. Dick looks up, concerned. 

“Cut!” I shout, slumping back into my director’s chair. Because I never wear panties, I feel my own juices dripping on the chair. I ignore my assistant, Melanie, sitting next to me, as I quickly wipe my shaved and dripping wet pussy with a Kleenex, adjust my denim micro mini and walk onto the set. Born an exhibitionist, I know my skirt reveals more than it hides. Anyone sitting level to the hem of my skirt will see the globes of my bottom and my pussy sticking out. I’m very proud of my large breasts; that’s why I’ve tied the ends of my see-through blouse together, creating a cleavage that leaves nothing to the imagination. I feel my tits straining against the flimsy material. My nipples must be visible to the lustful eyes of the crew. Unfortunately, with Cheyenne naked, her open pussy displayed before their eyes, no one would notice me. 

Melanie trots behind me, clipper board ready. I hear the applause from the crew. The two male cameramen and the lighting guy sport huge erections in their jeans. The female cameraperson, the sound lady and the make-up artist’s nipples are pushing at the soft material of their t-shirts. Do I detect wet panties as well?

Cheyenne is all flustered. Sitting with his legs spread-eagled on the bed, with Cheyenne’s legs draped over his, Dick holds her against his breast, still concerned. He ignores the applause. 

“Kat, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” whispers Cheyenne as she sees me approaching. She moves away from Dick, her dripping pussy in full view. “It has never happened before.” I see a small upside-down pyramid patch of hair pointing to her long clit protruding from her puffy pussylips. 

“Don’t be silly,” I give her a false smile, tearing my gaze from her cunt. “That was fucking beautiful.” I take her beautiful face in my hands and kiss her softly on the mouth. I can taste my husband. Cheyenne smiles and kisses me back. Her sharp little nose, pouting lips and innocent blue eyes give me the shivers. I look at her large tanned areolas and hard nipples. She fucking enjoyed my husband’s wonderful touch, the bitch. 

“Can you continue?” I ask.

“Of course. What’s next?”

“You ride him, cowgirl style, and catch his load on your tits.”

“Cool.”

“Dick, my love, can you get it up?” I grab his raging hard-on.

“What a question.” He pulls my face towards his, and gives me a wet kiss. I taste Cheyenne’s pussy as Dick sticks his hand beneath my skirt. I stop him before he reaches my dripping pussy and playfully warn him: 

“Don’t you have a leading lady to fuck?” He smiles and turns to Cheyenne, his hand seeking her pussy. Looking at my two adult performers, my professionalism takes over. 

“I want you two to start off the way you sat before, holding onto each other. Something more than a welcome fuck happened. I want to capture that.” I turn to the crew: 

“Adjust the lighting and move the cameras,” I smile at them. “Let’s see if they can top that performance.” 

I met Richard (Dick) Philips two months ago at an afternoon party of a mutual friend. We are both interested in nature conservation and our mutual friend had a fundraising-get-together for people in the entertainment industry of Los Angeles. I didn’t know that Dick worked in the adult industry and when our mutual friend introduced us, she didn’t mention it either. We hit it off right away. I was impressed with this tall dark and handsome young man with his designer stubble, his beautiful teeth and dimpled smile. We talked about our travels, the state of pollution in LA and the rest of California, and what we can do to prevent the total destruction of our environment.

It wasn’t long before we wondered hand-in-hand down to a private beach and started to kiss. His caring, soft kisses and caressing hands down my spine and over my bum weakened my knees. We dropped on the soft beach sand as he continued to probe my mouth with his tongue. His right hand traveled up my leg, under my short dress to my wet pussy. He stopped kissing me when he found I didn’t wear any panties. 

“Ready for action?”

“Always,” I said. “I never saw the need to confine my pussy behind satin walls.” I opened my legs wider to give him better access, and to invite his cock into my pussy. But he stopped the action, got off me and quickly removed his clothes. He ran into the sea. “Come and get me,” he shouted.

I slipped off my dress and ran after him. Splashing in the water, I caught up with him and grabbed his hard-on. “I want you inside me before you shrivel to a peanut,” I said as I pushed his large cock into my wet cunt. We were only knee deep in the water. He pulled my legs up in his strong arms and fucked me, hanging on for dear life. I showered his face with kisses matching his every thrust. My hips responded to his actions and moved in unison, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. I slowly contracted my pussy muscles around his manhood, feeling every ripple on his cock moving up and down deep inside my love tunnel. With every stroke, my clit scraped against the base of his cock. The friction sent waves of lust and pleasure through my body.

Dick stumbled as a sea wave hit us the same time our orgasms exploded in our bodies. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” I shouted, but didn’t slow my movements. I wanted to milk his manhood dry. My legs ached as I continued to contract around his cock. As he fell backwards in the water, he came with a scream. I saw his face, filled with lust disappear beneath the waves. He came up, splattering and coughing but still impaled in my cunt. 

We crawled our way back to the edge of the water and lay there, watching the setting sun. My hand never left his cock and his fingers played erotic tunes on my clit and in my pussy. We didn’t bother to stop or cover up when other partygoers walked past. Later on, we walked naked through the party to his car, getting lustful and jealous stares from the crowd. Still naked we got into his convertible and drove off to his pad. 

The rest of the week sped past like a fast forward tape. All I can remember was the fucking, the long talks, walks and enjoyment of each other’s company. I have fallen in love with the guy. One night, I prepared a romantic dinner at my small apartment, waiting for the right moment to express my love. 

When he came into the room, looking dashing in his sports jacket, white t-shirt and blue jeans, I saw that he also had something important to tell me. Maybe he was also in love with me, maybe he wanted to ask me to marry him.

“Kat, I have fallen in love with you.” This guy didn’t beat around the bush. I liked that in a man. Honesty. “But there is something about me you have to know.”

I poured his favorite red wine and handed him the glass. He swirled the wine in the glass, whiffed at the bouquet and slowly took his first sip. Satisfied with the ritual, he continued:

“I work in the adult industry.”

“Fancy that.” I didn’t catch the “adult” the first time. “And I am a film director.” 

“I know. Listen, I am a porn star.” His face was full of concern. “I fuck women for a living.” 

It was as if I was hit by a bucket of cold water. The man I love, fucks the best looking pussies in the world, gets blowjobs from the best and gets paid for it. I was stunned. I drained my own glass of wine and quickly poured another and downed that to numb the shock. Not only does he fuck the most fuckable women, but also other women drool over his cock and balls.

I stood up, shaking. I walked wobbly to the balcony and grabbed hold of the railings till my knuckles were white. I looked at the lights of LA and tried to make sense of my life. I slowly released my grip and restored reason to the turmoil of my emotions. 

My parents taught me that one could never possess another person, even in marriage, or in love. One can also love more than one person at a time. On my sixteenth birthday, I caught them in bed with the parents of my best friend. I knew about my parents’ lovers, even watched how they swapped partners. I always thought that I wouldn’t be the jealous type. And now I’m jealous as hell.

I walked back into the apartment and stood before Dick. 

“I know I can never match the sexpertise of your onscreen lovers, but I love you and want to be with you.” His smile melted any emotional resistance to the reasonable route I took. 

On one condition,” I continued. “I don’t want anything to do with your work.” When he agreed, I fell into his arms and kissed him. Suffice to say, that night we fucked our brains out and the next week we were married. 

I tried in vain to find a directing job in the Hollywood film industry, even though I am a woman. Nobody took my beauty, my flaming hair and my lusty figure serious enough to give me a change to direct. Dick nagged me for a month to try writing a porn movie to direct. I hated it but it was the only avenue open to me. I looked at hundreds of the best porn on the market before I consider myself ready to tackle the task. With his connections, I got the job, the budget, the actors and the backing from friends to do the movie.  

“Camera three, on action, you start on a close up of Cheyenne’s face on Dick’s shoulder,” I said through the coms with the cameras. “Then I want you to dolly back till you get a full shot of the action. Tell Dick and Cheyenne to start exploring each other on action. I want some good fucking, people.” 

There is a short delay with the lights and make-up. I switch off the coms. Melanie, sitting next to me, is an energetic bundle with short black hair, glasses, dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. 

“ Aren’t you jealous of Dick fucking Cheyenne? I couldn’t stand it if I were you.”

“Why? He’s a professional doing his job, and I’m a professional doing mine,” I lie. “I love him and know that he loves me. I also love you, Cheyenne, and everyone else. Fucking is the best way to express love. It is when we think we can possess someone that jealousy enters a relationship.” What load of crap am I spinning here? Do I really believe this bullshit? I glance over to the monitors to see if the crew is ready. They are still busy with the lighting and Cheyenne’s make-up. “The truth is, I don’t own Dick, and he doesn’t own me. ” 

“But isn’t that extreme? What if he loves Cheyenne more than you?”

“Tough shit. He has the freedom to do that.” I’ll kill of course, I think to myself. “What would you do if I say I would love to fuck you?”

“I’ll be flattered, but I don’t have someone special in my life now.”

“We’re ready,” comes a voice over the coms. I throw the mike switch on.

“Action!”

Camera 3 pulls back to reveal Cheyenne and Dick busy masturbating each other. Good thinking. Camera 1 has a close-up of Cheyenne pumping Dick’s cock in her fist. I cut to one. Camera 3 quickly gets a CU of Dick’s fingers in her pussy.

“Camera 3,” I whisper. “One cue, you tilt up to show the passion on their faces.” The masturbating action between the two continues for a while. Cheyenne’s juices are flowing again and the precum on Dick’s head glistens under the lights. Then Cheyenne leans forward and kisses Dick, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He slowly twirls his tongue around hers, sucks on her lips before he moves down her neck, planting kisses all the way. She falls back to give him access to her breasts. He scoops her tits in his hands and darts his tongue over her erect nipples. She moans a little. The action is hot and oozes love and sexuality. Then she pushes Dick backwards and takes his cock in her mouth.

“What the fuck? That is not what I said.” I was upset, but before I could say CUT, Melanie puts her hand on my thigh and moves it to my pussy.

“Leave it. It will give us an extra few minutes.” On the monitor, I can see Cheyenne kissing the purple helmet. I cut to camera 2 for a wide shot, always the save bet. 

“Camera 1. Get me a close-up.”

When he is ready, I cut to the action. Cheyenne slowly, lovingly teases the top of Dick’s cock with her long tongue. She twirls it around the smooth head, before pushing the tip into the small eye opening. His cock pulsates with pleasure. Making a ring around his cock with her fingers, Cheyenne rhythmically moves it up and down his shaft. Then she puts her mouth over his cock and follows her hand down to the base of Dick’s shaft. She deep throats him without gagging. By the movement of her throat, I surmise that she uses the back of that canal to add pressure and pleasure to his engorged dick. How I envy Cheyenne for her expertise. 

I was so engrossed with the action that I nearly forget to cut to another camera. Camera 3 has a close-up of Dick’s face. 

I cut to three. 

Dick is smiling his wicked smile as he lifts Cheyenne onto his cock. I cut to camera 2 as she lowers herself on his waiting fuck pole. She opens her legs wide for a better view on camera 3. Dick massages her heavy breasts as she grinds her pussy on his groin. Camera 1 gives me a tight shot the action from behind. 

I cut to one. 

Dick thrusts meet Cheyenne’s bobbing halfway, with a slapping noise. Their combined fuck juices are splashing all over. Cheyenne’s pussylips hug Dick’s shaft like a fish gaping for air. With each pullout, the lips loose their grip on the slippery pole, and with each inward movement, it is as if her cunt is devouring his cock. This is fucking good. Then I become aware of Melanie’s two pumping fingers in my cunt and a thumb rubbing my clit. My breath comes in short intakes, matching the rhythm of the action in the foyer of the resort. 

I cut to three.

I see Dick’s engorged member expand, ready to blow. Cheyenne senses it too and quickly gets off and pumps it a few times.

I cut to a wide shot on camera two.

It looks as if they’re enjoying themselves. Then camera 3 has a close up of Cheyenne’s hand moving up and down the shaft.

I cut to three.

Then Dick blows his wad. The cum spurts into the air, hitting Cheyenne’s beautiful face, her hair and some lands on her tits. The purple head pulsates with every spurt, emptying the contents of his balls onto his fellow fuck thespian. She licks every drop off his dick, before she collapses onto his chest, spend. 

A moment silence. We sit in awe as my own orgasm, brought on by my assistant, reaches its zenith. I collapse in my chair.

“Cut,” I whisper, exhausted. Then more applause. 

I turn to Melanie and kiss her on her open mouth, sticking my tongue down her throat. “Thank you. I owe you, big time.” I don’t bother to wipe my pussy juices dripping down my legs. “What is the next setup?” I ask my lovely assistant. 

“Lunch, then a threesome between Cheyenne, Dick and Tessa.”

We walk onto the set, the crew busy de-rigging the lights and cameras while the make-up girl cleans the cum off Dick and Cheyenne. 

“And where is Ms Tessa now?” I ask Melanie. 

“She is still in bed with a terrible rash.”

“I thought the doctor prescribed something,” I feel my anger rising up. So far, this prima donna was nothing but a pain in the ass. “We have to get someone else to take over her role.” 

“How about you,” Cheyenne interrupts. 

“What?”

“Yes, why don’t you take Tessa’s role?” asks Dick and kisses me softly. 

“Who will direct?”

“You can still do it,” says Melanie. “It is only a two-camera shoot, anyway, and I will be there, with your script and shot list.”

“So, I get to fuck my husband on camera?” I joke as I struggle with the idea to fuck on camera. I have taken acting classes, acted in a few stage plays and appeared in five low budget movies, but this is different.

“How can I show my pussy to the world?” I ask the group as we walk to the terrace where lunch is served. Cheyenne and Dick wear their nakedness like comfortable clothes. 

“Since we first met, I wanted to get into your panties,” confesses Cheyenne.

“I don’t think so, my dear,” I say as I walk ahead of them. Then I feel my blouse being ripped off and my skirt fall to the floor. I try to retrieve it but Dick stops me. 

“Kat never wears panties,” comes the smirk from Dirk. Cheers and laughter greet my forced striptease. We sit down for lunch and start planning the next scene. I am very uncomfortable sitting naked next to the stars along the crew. The director and the two principal talents have a naked lunch with a gawking Melanie still in her t-shirt and jeans. The poor waiters have a tough time serving us with their bulging hard-ons.

Sitting between Dick and Cheyenne, I lean over and take his semi-erect cock in my hand. I play it cool. “Dick, will your dick be able to handle two beautiful pussies?” I feel my boobs brush against his arm. Then Cheyenne puts her hand on my thigh and slips a finger between my wet, puffy lips.




Going All The Way



“My, you are wet, naughty girl,” says Cheyenne. “I’m looking forward to lap up your cunt milk from those lips.” 

“Steady on, you two horny bitches,” interrupts Dick our little foreplay. “So, you will do it?” The smile on Dick’s face melts my resistance. Maybe I can show miss smarty pussy a thing or two. Dick continues: “The scene is where the two women fall in love and my character confronts them with a choice. So he’s only going to fuck one.”

“I want to change the script.” When I saw Dick fuck Cheyenne earlier, a possibility came up. Maybe love between more than two people is possible. My parents were not just horny fuckers. They knew something I am only starting to realize now. “The three main characters must end up loving one another.” 

I cannot or won’t stop Cheyenne’s finger entering my pussy and frigging my clit. Melanie looks absolutely disgusted with our display of affection. Action is needed and I quickly finish lunch, excuse Melanie and myself in order to prepare for the next setup. 

“See you on set in half and hour. Don’t be late.” I take Melanie’s hand, pick up my discarded clothes and rush off to the van. On the way, I quickly throw the two torn pieces of cloth over my exposed body and enter the van. I close the door and fling Melanie on the desk. I quickly tear off her jeans, her wet white panties and t-shirt and splay her legs open. I need to fuck someone else other than Dick, to get even. And besides, I must prepare for my love scene with Cheyenne and I still owe Melanie a favor. She half protests as I move my hands up her legs to the center, where her clean-shaven pussy is anxiously waiting. I touch her outer labia and feel a shudder running through her body. 

“Are you sure you’ll be able to help me?” I kiss her tits and play with her nipples.

“Yesss.” Melanie isn’t listening anymore. Her passion has taken over. Her pussylips open like butterfly wings to show me the wet pink groove of her vagina. It has been a while since I’ve tasted another female’s nectar. I’m glad I can get reacquainted with the flavor by licking Melanie instead of Cheyenne. The pearl of her small clit hides beneath a beautiful hood and as I open her lips further, I see her glistening pink insides. I lower my mouth and push out my tongue to meet her pussy. Melanie can’t take the suspense anymore and pushes her cunt into my face. I realize there is no time for foreplay. 

I dart my tongue out into her cunt and move it around inside her. I lick up and down and drink the sweetness of her womanhood. Her juices run down over her anus. I follow the dripping trail till my tongue to the gate of her backdoor. Her wetness with my saliva lubricates the puckerhole enough for me to stick in a finger past the pincher ring. I hear a moan escape between her clenched teeth. I return my tongue to her pleasure slit and move it over and between the folds, ever increasing the pace. 

Then Melanie pushes something in my hand; a large dildo. “Good girl,” I mumble into her open cunt. I feel her wetness covering my face. I run the dildo up and down her wet slit before I push it into her cunt hole. I pump the monster with frenzy into her and within a minute, she begins to shudder uncontrollably. More wetness runs down over her anus as I move the dildo to her ass. Now, well lubricated it easily slips into the tight hole. I continue my attention to her clit with my tongue and my mouth. I suck, tease, and lap her nether region while I fuck her ass with the dildo. Then Melanie comes with a silent scream, bucking under my mouth.

I get up from my knees between her legs, give her a wet with cunt juice kiss and quickly pick the script from under her beautiful ass. I scan through the action and dialogue and the rush off to make-up and wardrobe.

The crew is already at the location when I arrive, dressed in tight fitting but torn britches, and a shredded white blouse tied at the ends. The sword is tied around my waist. I have dirt marks on my face, arms and the exposed parts of my breasts. My breasts are too large for the small blouse and my erect nipples push through the torn places of the thin material. The britches fit so snuggly around my pussy that my lips and clit are clearly visible through the thin material. I am definitely bigger than Tessa and we didn’t have time to get a new set of clothes. Well, I won’t wear it for too long, so what the heck.

I play a female pirate who is on the run from the authorities in England and has landed up on the remote hideaway. The scene is where I was off all the dirt I picked up during my escape from the gallows. Cheyenne will join me at her favorite personal spot.  

The location is next to a beautiful waterfall amidst the tropical rainforest. The sun throws yellow arrows through the thick canopy onto the emerald forest down below. Splashes of bright colors of red, yellow, blue and white flowers speckle the green canvas. I can imagine that this could be paradise. And now I have the opportunity to make love to two beautiful people in this lovely setting. The only problem we will have is with the noise of tropical birds and the waterfall. We won’t be able to record any dialogue. Who needs to talk when you can fuck?

Cheyenne arrives with my husband in tow. Pangs of jealousy rise up inside me, but I force it down. Cheyenne is dressed in a long white skirt and blouse. Dick is dressed as a nobleman without the jacket. They look great in the setting, so out of place. Melanie arrives with the script notes and setup plan. I quickly instruct the crew what I want and before long, we are ready to roll.

“Action.” 

I take a deep breath and take the first step to go all the way.

I stumble into the clearing, gasping for breath. I look around, get up and splash into the water. The cameras follow my actions. I scoop the clear water and drink from my cupped hand. Refreshed, I tear off my tatters, take my sword in hand and walk to the waterfall. 

The one camera crew sets the camera on a tripod closer to the action and when they’re ready, I start to wash my face, slipping my hands down my neck to my dirty breasts. At first, I just try to get rid of the dirt but then my hands caressing my breasts, turn me on. I scoop both tits in my hands and play with them. My nipples are sensitive and I shudder as I touch them. I tweak the tips between my thumbs and fingers, pulling on them. I throw my head backwards in passion. My knees buckle.

I continue my bathing ritual. My hands slowly move over my flat tummy, down to my cunt. Now I don’t care about dirt anymore, I just want release. My hand moves up and down my slit, opening my pussy for the camera to record. I push two fingers in my wet cunt and deliberately move them rhythmically in and out. I take my clit between my thumb and forefinger and masturbate on the small cock. My pussy is dripping wet, not from the waterfall but from my own passion. I turn my back to the camera, bend down, pussy and ass pointing at the camera, and start to fingerfuck myself. As my orgasm explodes, I drop in the water, grab my sword and turn around.

“Cut!” I shout. I slowly get to my feet, still wobbling from a real orgasm.

“Did you come?” asks Melanie suddenly next to me.

“Fuck, yes. How was it?”

“Great,” applauds Dick form the side, where he and Cheyenne are sitting on chairs. 

“Cheyenne, you’re up next,” informs Melanie my co-actor. 

Still naked, I quickly change hats and become director again. I place one camera close to the spot where I dropped in the water, grabbed my sword and turned around. The other one will cover the other side of the action. We pick up the action on my masturbation, looking towards the camera, with my tits dangling before it. As I turn, the camera will pick up Cheyenne in the background as I “attack” her.

“Ready? Action!” I scream, drop to my knees, grab my sword and move towards Cheyenne. The cameras are now on a steadycam and are able to follow the action uninterrupted. Pointing the sword at Cheyenne I demand she remove her clothes so I can at least wear something more fashionable that torn britches. The sword gives her no choice but to obey. As her last piece of clothing falls on the green grass, I start to drop to the ground, exhausted.

More concerned about the well-being of the stranger than her nudity, Cheyenne catches me in her arms. She lays me down and thoroughly inspects my body for any injuries. Satisfied that I’m okay, she gently puts my head in her naked lap and caresses my face. She flicks away loose strands of my red hair from my face and glides her hands over my cheeks, my neck to my breasts. Tracing circles around my nipples, she bends down and kisses me. After awhile I wake up, see the angel of mercy and kiss her back. Cheyenne pushes her tongue in my mouth and I suck on it hungrily. She leans forward and gives me her left breast to suckle on. I stick out my tongue; lap the top of her breast before I bite softly on her teat. 

Meanwhile her hand travels down my stomach to my groin, caressing my naked mound. I open my legs for the camera to get a close up of my pussy. Taking her time, she dips her middle finger between my wet pussylips and into my cunt. Then she brings her dripping finger to her breast and smears my cunt juice on her nipple. Holding her breast out to my hungry mouth, she returns her finger to my cunt. I’ve never tasted myself on another woman’s breast and the flavor sends passion to my cunt to meet Cheyenne’s thrusting finger.

Regaining my strength, I sit up and we kiss again, squashing our boobs together. I take charge and turn her on her back. I kiss her breasts, suck on her nipples and trace wet roads down to her pussy. With my ass in the air and the camera on my right, I tuck my hair behind my ear, and flick my tongue over her clit and open her pussylips with both hands. The camera has an excellent view of her spread pussy. I then slip a finger from underneath into her cunt and twirl it around inside. 

The other camera follows the contours of my naked body to my raised rear end where Cheyenne has my puffy pussy wide open and two fingers stuck in it. In and out, in and out, it goes, sending small spasm down my body. Then she kisses me deeply on my puffy nether lips and sticks her tongue into my secret garden. Her nose touches my anus as she tries to fuck me deeper with her cock of a tongue. 

Then she rolls me over, throws my legs over my head and points my pussy towards heaven. Fuck this woman is good. She knows all the tricks in the porn book. The camera now has a great view of my two holes and can record anything Cheyenne plans for my cunt. I expect a tongue or a finger but then she takes her tit in both hands and fucks my slippery wet pussy with it. The strange feeling of the soft breast in me is too much for me to retain my composure. I shake as the orgasm hits me, and I collapse in a naked bundle on the ground.

That is the cue for Dick to confront his new love interest. He enters:

“What is going on here?”

“I found this young woman in need of attention.” 

“Why are you both naked?” 

“I did not want to get my garments wet, my love.” 

Corny dialogue, I know, but what can you do when viewers fast-forward the dialogue scenes to the fucking? So, fast-forward to the fucking.

Dick pulls off his shirt and puts in beneath my head. Cheyenne sits naked on my other side and massages my breasts. Dick looks at my naked spread-out body and shifts uncomfortably around. 

“Kiss her breast, maybe that will revive her,” says Cheyenne, immediately licks, and kisses my tits. Dick does the same and revives in no time. I respond to the caresses, take Dick cock in my hand and begin to suck it. I really love his dick and take care to spend more time on all his sensitive areas. Cheyenne, in the meantime has opened my legs and plants kisses on my thighs before she dips a finger into my cunt.

I have forgotten all about the cameras, but I don’t care. Here I am, a qualified film director, directing and starring in a porn movie. My class mates would either make me the laughing stock of Hollywood or praise me for my chutzpah for finding work I love. 

I roll over Dick so that Cheyenne is lying on her back, her right bum against Dick’s cock. I raise her open legs, suck his cock one more time and insert his throbbing penis from behind into her sopping cunt. He fucks her while I lick her clit and his pumping shaft. I squeeze his slapping balls in my hand, ready to pleasure or hurt him. 

Decision time: Do I become a porn star/director/wife or a sad unemployed director standing on Hollywood Boulevard with a handwritten piece of paper: 

‘WILL DIRECT FOR FOOD’.

I play gently with his balls and continue to lick Cheyenne’s clit. 

THE END

FADE TO BLACK

I hope you have enjoyed this sexual fantasy. Please email me your reactions. 



Going All The Way



Sam waited patiently in the hotel room. It was bland, nondescript, anonymous. Perfect. He didn't want anything fancy, anything to coo about, anything to elicit an "ooh" or an "aah" as he walked in through the plain pine door. It had to be a nowhere place, a place that he could disappear in.

His watch sat on the bedside table, ticking away the seconds. He was early, too early, and he feared his anticipation might become more than he could control. How many months had it been of e-mails and websites, chat rooms and bulletin boards, before he had had the courage to pick up the phone and call her? How many nights had he spent, gazing at her photo on his computer's monitor, his penis twitching in his hand? How many gasping, thrashing orgasms into tissue paper had it taken to bring him here?

But it had all been worth it. With every message passed between them, his confidence had grown. The old Sam was gone, and whilst his back was wet with sweat and his heart was pounding in his chest, the new Same knew that he would not, could not, turn back now. 

A soft knock at the door. It was time.

Sam's knees trembled as he walked to door, and opened it with a sweaty hand. She was real, and she was here.

"Hello handsome," she said, stepping past him into the room. "Close the door honey, this skirt leaves a girl a little chilly in the breeze."

Sam closed the door, the same hand that had been wet with sweat a moment ago now perfectly dry and totally numb.

"Hello," he said. "Hi. I mean, hello."

She smiled kindly at him, the same perfect smile that he had seen a thousand times on her website, the same smile that he had splattered with his semen in his waking-dreams. Jennifer, his dream girl. She was wearing exactly what she had promised; a short, sheer black backless dress slit to the waist, stockings and high heels. Her blond hair was down, hanging across the flash of bare skin left exposed by the dress. She ran a hand down her thigh, smoothing out the spot where her dress rode up on her suspenders.

"Well, you look good enough to eat," she said, her eyes focusing on the straining bulge at the front of Sam's trousers. "Hope you haven't been getting overexcited while you've been waiting."

Sam swallowed, and felt his cheeks flush.

"I don't mind, so long as you've left some for me," said Jennifer. She dropped onto the edge of the bed, hooking her legs up beside her. Sam licked his lips as he caught sight of the top of Jennifer's thigh, and the start of the elegant, marble flesh of her ass.

He advanced towards her, his entire body alive with tension.

She held up a finger. "Before we get started sweetie, why don't we get our business out of the way?"

Sam stopped dead. "Oh," he said, "Of course. It's just there, next to my watch."

Jennifer picked up the envelope and quickly counted the contents. Sam watched her, his mind reeling. This was it. It was real. He was paying her to fuck him. After every fantasy, that was the one thing that was inescapable about all of this. It was business, her business, and he was just a customer. Sam felt his penis press painfully against the inside of his trousers. Of all the things that he had come to love about Jennifer, real and imagined, the fact that she fucked for money was his favorite.

Folding the envelope, Jennifer slipped it down into her dress.

"That's perfect," she said. "Now, do you want to see what your money gets you?"

Sam nodded numbly. 

Jennifer stood again, and smoothed her dress down. Sam watched as he rubbed her hands up and down her body, dipping and swaying as she did so, dancing to a music that only she could hear. Impossibly, he grew harder, and he fought desperately the urge to pull out his cock and start masturbating at the very sight of her.

Slowly, the dancing stopped, and Jennifer's hands rested at the hem of her dress. "Come closer," she said.

Sam stumbled forwards, his hands reaching for his belt. He fell to his knees in front of her, his penis already in his hand.

"Baby," whispered Jennifer, "I'll do that for you later if you like."

Sam looked up, his eyes glazed. It had all become a dream, a dream with a willing, desperate, sleeper.

Jennifer began to slowly raise her skirt. Inch by inch, she exposed the delicate flesh of her thighs, thinly covered in the gauzy fabric of her stockings. Sam's hands found their way to her calves and began to gently stroke and kneed the firm muscles that they found there. Sam moved his hands upwards, past Jennifer's knees, to the soft warm pleasure of her thighs.

But nothing, no touch, no taste, could prepare Sam for what Jennifer was about to show him. Her dress had already reached its zenith, rubbing up against a muscular mound nestled between her legs. Jennifer lifted the dress higher, pulling the elastic fabric away from her body, and her perfect penis dropped into view.

Sam gasped, and felt one hand flutter at this chest. Inches from his face it was bigger than he had imagined, a long veiny shaft of turgid flesh that twitched and throbbed as he looked at it. Jennifer's balls hung low beneath it, two shaven orbs that moved in subtle reciprocation to her cock. Sam had seen it before of course, in those long nights, with only the soft hum of his computer to keep him company, when he would masturbate himself to exhaustion looking at it, looking at her. But here, in front of him, it was something else entirely.

"It's ... beautiful," he whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "You're beautiful."

Jennifer didn't reply. She just placed one hand gently onto the top of Sam's head, and with the other guided her cock to his lips. He opened his mouth willingly, letting his lips run over Jennifer's cock as it slid onto his warm tongue. His nose was filled with the heady musk of it as he rolled his tongue around, gathering sweet moisture from the tip of Jennifer's pulsing shaft. He had tasted his own pre-cum before, but the thought of hers in his mouth, the thought of his mouth urging her to such arousal ...

"Suck my cock baby," said Jennifer softly.

And in a bland, nondescript, anonymous hotel room, a bland, anonymous man became the very thing that he had always dreamt of being.



Going All the Way, Again



Dick suddenly pulls his shaft from Cheyenne’s pussy and pushes it into my hungry mouth. When I taste her sloppy juice on my husband’s cock, I know that I’m hooked on sex forever. I am lying beneath Cheyenne on the soft grass next to the waterfall, while Dick fucks her doggy style, squatting with his leg next to hers. Her tits are squashed against my belly as her face is stuck to my pussy; her hands snaked beneath my legs to open my cuntlips wide for the camera. It is as if the essence of my being is exposed to the eyes of the world. There is no other place that I would rather like to be and if I have to be a porn star/director to continue to do this, so be it. Besides, the dual role as director of the fucking action and participating in sex on camera suits me to the tee. 

We’re still on set of my first porn movie, directing my husband, Dick Philips and his costar, Cheyenne, in a pirate story. I play the female pirate falling in love with Dick’s nobleman character and Cheyenne as the owner of a tavern in the Bahamas. This is our first threesome, and I love every moment of it. I made my decision to stay and never be jealous of my husband. I also want to fuck more people and learn everything I can about the porn industry. 

I, Kat Philips, MA Film from UCLA, have arrived at my calling. I found my niche. 

Pushing Dick’s cock back into Cheyenne’s pussy, I turn my attention back on her clit. Her vulva is now bathed in sex juice and I drink from their combined nectar. I sense the camera at my head and move to give them better access to the action. Dick’s balls snuggle against the stem of his shaft while I tilt my flaming redhead backwards, flicking the tip of my tongue over her sensitive clit. Cheyenne and Dick moan as I increase the speed of my tongue. I’m getting good at this, at fucking and directing. 

Then the attention turns to Cheyenne eating my aching pussy. I spread my legs wide open while she inserts two fingers into my fuck hole, and sucks on my clit.  I loose all sense of time and place as I feel their two warm bodies against mine, inches away from the cock I love the most in the world disappearing into the most holy place of another woman. I don’t care anymore. Cheyenne is sucking all jealousy, envy and morals from my clit, giving me an exquisite feeling of depravity and well-being. 

As Cheyenne and I reach our orgasms, Dick pulls out and we quickly turn around to catch his warm milky lava on our tits. We grab onto his manhood to squeeze the last drop from his prick. Dick falls backwards, leaving the camera trained on us, licking his cum off each other. I lower my head to Cheyenne’s pretty breasts and give her a thorough tongue bath. After I’m done she kisses me and licks me and fingerfucks me and, and, and.

That was a month ago. They’re somewhere in Prague, or Budapest, doing a series of Euro-porn for a transcontinental co-production. I’m putting the final touches to the DVD. The bosses were impressed at the rough-cut stage of the movie. They immediately organized a launch party for “The Sex Pirate,” - the title of my first effort. Another corny cliché, I know, but if it will sell copies, what the heck? I just hope Dick and Cheyenne will be back in time for the launch.  

My faithful assistant, Melanie, is at my side, making my life easy. As always, her glasses is perched on her pretty nose and her short black hair is neatly combed. Her erect nipples stick out in her white t-shirt. Her long legs are poured in her blue jeans. We just finished watching the whole thing again for the tenth time. 

“What do you think of “The Sex Pirate”?” I ask her.

“You are so fucking hot, my pussy is soaked.”

“But will couples buy this. Will they get off on it?” 

“This will give the dead a hard-on.” She is so kind. I kiss her softly on the mouth and wipe my tongue over her pretty lips. By now, Melanie is used to my insatiable desire for fucking and quickly slides her hand over my soft thighs to my naked pussy. As I never wear any panties, except a certain time of the month, she gets her fingers past my wet lips into my love hole in no time. As I open my legs wider, my short black skirt rides up above my hips, exposing my naked bum. Before I could explore her body, Melanie removes her glasses, drops to her knees between my spread legs and runs her tongue over my valley of pleasure. 

I let my head drop over the back of the chair, my long red hair cascading down. I raise my legs, prop them on the mixing desk and push Melanie’s head gently into my vulva. As I run my fingers through her short black hair, Melanie’s tongue penetrates my cunt and her nose rubs against my clit. The desire building in me drives me crazy. I don’t want gentle anymore. I want hard fucking. She senses my urgency, pushes three fingers into my hole, and fills the emptiness. 

I grab my breasts through the thin material of my white blouse and squeeze them hard. I tear the buttons off to get to my naked tits, and pinch my erect nipples. I need to come.  I need release. I need the movie to succeed. Melanie returns her mouth to my clit while she continues fucking me with her fingers. I have stepped over the edge of normal behavior and moved into depravity. It is as if lust has taken control of my being and is toying with me. How far will I go down this cesspool?

Wait a minute! That is middleclass morality talking and not I. To condemn lustful women for fucking a variety of people as whores or sluts is an imposed morality, designed by chauvinistic men. Men can never enjoy sex as intensely as women. Poor fuckers. Well, I’m not going to let society prescribe to me whom, when and how I can fuck. My movies will reflect my rejection of this fucked up values of hypocrites. 

Then, my orgasm takes hold of my body as Melanie expert tongue and fingers send me over the edge, shaking uncontrollably. I push her head away from my sensitive vulva and scream: “No more, please!” My body goes limp as I slump on the chair, my legs still spread out on the desk. I must look an awful sight. But I’m happy. 

“I owe you one,” and lick my juices from Melanie’s face and fingers. 

I straighten my skirt and tie the ends of my blouse together, exposing my full breasts to roving eyes. We quickly apply make-up, gather our stuff and glide down the passage to the office of Mr. Big. His secretary, Jeanie, a beautiful blond with oversized boobs, welcomes us with a satisfied smile. Mr. Big must have screwed her or given her a raise. I’m glad for her. My own smile is more than just from the orgasm Melanie gave me. My first porn movie is in the can and now I want to go on to the next project on my own terms. 

“Mr. Big is expecting you,” comes the high voice of the secretary. “You may go in.” 

“Thank you, my dear.” I bend over to wipe cum off the top of her tit. “You missed a bit.” I lick the cum off my fingers and taste Mr. Big for the first time. Jeanie fucks for other reasons, but I can spot a fellow slut when I see one. Melanie and I march in, feeling on top of the world. 

“Congratulations, Kat,” says Mr. Big, smiling from behind his impressive desk. He belongs in Wall Street, not in San Fernando Valley. His navy blue Armani suit, light blue shirt and matching tie spell taste. His styled black hair, handsome face and beautiful smile should be on camera, but Mr. Big has decided to use his talent for making money in a recession proof business. He must also like to be close to the wet dreams of men all over the world. Sometimes, he can even fuck them if he plays his cards right. No porn actress will deny this guy any favors. Rumor has it that Mr. Big is not so big in the equipment department. Big dick, small dick, no dick, it doesn’t matter. What matters to me is how he uses his tools to satisfy himself and me.  

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate that you gave me the chance to direct this movie.” We sit down, facing him across his expensive desk. I cross my legs and give him a glimpse of my wet naked pussy. He smiles. 

“Your talent was obvious from the start. Your performance in front of the camera is just as breathtaking.” His eyes are fixed on my cleavage and my hard nipples sticking through my blouse. “The launch is two days from today and I want you to make a short speech.” 

“Who is invited?”

“Everyone involved in “Pirate”, a few horny celebs from Hollywood and a lot of producers who you’ll want to meet.” Mr. Big gets up from behind his desk, walks to a cupboard against a wall and takes out a large poster. He unrolls it to reveal a photograph of me standing with legs spread, dressed in tattered pirate clothes, tits hanging out, and a drawn sword in my right hand. Cheyenne and Dick sit naked at my feet. They’re not going to like this. They were supposed to be the stars of the movie and now I’m steeling the show. How will I explain this to them? 

“If you are concerned about Cheyenne and Dick, don’t be,” Mr. Big interrupts my thoughts. “I have given them other projects where they are the stars. This is the launch of your career, Kat.” Mr. Big sits on the edge of the desk, looking down at my cleavage. “You have something extra, something the fans are going to love.”

“But I am a director first.”

“You are both. You have a fucking great body, intelligent looks and a fresh approach to porn.”

I feel flattered and grateful that Dick, my husband got me into this business. Mr. Big puts his hand on my shoulder and slips it over my arm, touching my breast. I open my legs to give him a better view of my pussy. Melanie must have sensed the lust thundering between us and starts to get up. I grab her arm and force her back in her chair. 

“I want Melanie as line producer and manager.”

“Good. You seem to trust her, why not?” The bulge in his pants betrays his weakness and my power. I get up, kiss him on the mouth and rub his average bulge. He continues: “We’ll take more after the launch.” 

As Melanie and I walk to my car, I am happy as a lark. “Tonight we celebrate,” I said, hugging her with joy. 

She looks in our diary and shakes her head: “I’m afraid not. Tomorrow you have a DP scene for PT and you still need an enema.”

I forgot. My first scene for another director, and I’m already wet and excited. I can learn so much from one of the masters of the art. 

“We’ll have a glass of champagne, skip the fucking and go to sleep.” I am determined to do my best for him. Since Cheyenne and Dick left on their European tour, I buried myself in the work, with Melanie as my only companion. When she moved in with me, we made love three times a day. I don’t love her as much as I love Dick. With no one to take care of my needs, Melanie became a substitute. She knows it is only a temporary arrangement, and when the loves of my life return, she has to move back to her own apartment.

Tom is between my legs, lapping my cunt juice while I have Harry’s cock in my mouth. We keep our positions for the still photographer to take her pictures. PT calls for a change of positions and Tom moves up to penetrate me with his seven-inch cock. I keep sucking on Harry. Another set of stills is called for before we can continue with the action.

We’re in a beautiful lounge of PT’s mansion and this is to be my first DP (double penetration) scene. Earlier, Melanie helped me with the enema, cleaning my anus. I threw on a sundress with thin shoulder straps. I didn’t wear a bra or tight-fitting clothes that might leave ugly marks on my body. PT welcomed us warmly, told me what my scene was all about and introduced me to Tom and Harry, two very good woodsmen. 

We’ve been at it for an hour, stopping and starting, waiting for the light change, or make-up or the stills. 

“Take five,” calls PT and we disengage ourselves and flop on the sofa. 

“How do you manage to keep it stiff with all the interruptions?” I ask my two screen lovers.

“I love pussy, and with a beauty like yours, I have no problem,” says Harry.

“Fucking is my life,” comes the shy answer from Tom. “All I have to think about is how lucky I’m to fuck all these beautiful women and get paid for it.”

“Don’t you dry up during breaks?” wants Harry to know. 

“Having a cock or another pussy close by was always a turn on for me.” I fondle their still hard dicks. “Feel it.” I open my legs wider to let both men slip their fingers between my wet puffy lips to confirm my answer. A deathly quiet surrounds us. I look up to see the crew staring at us, not moving. I frown. These guys are supposed to be professionals, having watched thousands of naked people fuck on camera and now they stare at us. Why? 

“It’s your beauty and ease you handle us, that amazes them,” answers Tom my unspoken question. “Some girls will come in, do her scene, and between setups disappears into their own little worlds.” 

I got up, grab my bag and walked over to the three lighting guys having a problem with a filter. I fish out a piece of soft cloth. “Try this,” and hand it to them. “It will soften the glare and still give you enough fill light to get quality pictures.” Their mouths drop open as they stare at my shaved pussy, naked breasts and long red hair. I gently close their mouths with my hand under their chins and say: “PT is waiting.”

They spring into action and in no time, have the scene lit for the next take. I move back to my companions, their cocks still hard as rock. The precum on their purple heads make my own juices to run down my legs.

“Action!”

I bend over Tom sitting on a chair and lick the precum off his gland before swallowing his cock deep in my mouth. Harry moves in behind me, and wets my bumhole and pussy with his long tongue. With two cameras rolling, we can continue without interruptions.

Grabbing Tom’s cock at the base, I bob my head and hand up and down his shaft, all the while sucking on his manhood. The slurpy noises coming from my movements match the sloppy sounds Harry produces in my pussy. His tongue is now buried deep in my cunt and his nose at the door of my pincher. My knees weaken as Harry inserts a thumb in my anus. I increase my action on Tom’s dick and enjoy swallowing him. Relaxing my throat muscles, I manage to sheath his sword to the hilt. Both sensations leave me wobbly.

As on cue, we break our connection, and Harry moves me around to sit on Tom. He bends down, takes Tom’s cock in his hand, lubricates it with saliva and pushes it gently in my wet backdoor. As soon as I’m settled, Harry moves closer and penetrates my cunt with his rod. We quickly find a rhythm and I feel completely stuffed. It is the first time in four weeks that I have a cock anywhere near my pussy and now I have two beautiful penises filling my insides. This is pure bliss, heaven, nirvana or paradise.

We hold our positions for a while – to give the photographer to get her shots for magazines – and on action continue to fuck. Tom caresses my tits from behind while Harry sucks on my nipples, sending pleasure sensations through my body. I come as they pound my pussy and ass with their raging cocks. 

They pull out simultaneously and wait for me to kneel between them. I grab their dicks and take turns in sucking and masturbating them. Pushing both cocks in my mouth, I twirl my tongue around the helmets, kiss the small slits and rub the two heads against each other. They are so comfortable with their sexuality that my action doesn’t disturb them. I enfold both cocks in my hands and wank them together. 

I feel their throbbing cocks getting ready to erupt. Again on cue, they both spurt their cum on my face, my tits and in my hair. I clean their dickheads before I slowly stand up and kiss them on their mouths. Without a flicker, they lick the cum of my face and squeeze me between them. I feel their cocks slowly going limp against my thighs.

“Cut.”

PT comes out behind the array of monitors.

“That was great,” he says. “You three better go clean up. The rest of you, get ready for our next scene.” 

Harry and Tom take me to the luscious bathroom and together we get in the shower to continue our fucking. By now, their flaccid penises have grown back to hard raging cocks. Standing between them, I let them massage soap all over my body, my breasts, between my legs and the globes of my bum. Tom pushes his rod up and down between my ass cheeks, while Harry plays with his dick between the folds of my pussy. The soapy water cascades over my rounded boobs, down my flat tummy, to the v of my sex and between my ass globes. My two holes are so well lubricated by now that both lovers have no problem sticking their cocks deep into me. Tom grabs hold of my legs while I hang onto Harry. Their combined thrusting efforts have me bobbing up and down like a cork in the sea. My tits scrape against Harry’s strong hairy chest and my clit against his groin. For the second time today, two raging fuck muscles fill me, making me come repeatedly. 

Then they shoot their loads into my pussy and ass as I contract my cunt muscle and pincher around their cocks. We collapse in a heap on the shower floor, with the water jetting from the showerhead. I slowly regain strength in my legs to leave this fuck nest. I wash the cum from my holes and kiss both lovers as I leave. 

Melanie is waiting for me in the car. She is fuming. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Why did you have to fuck them again?” she asks. 

“It has been awhile since I had a cock in me, something I need.” I shrug. “I wanted to thank them.” I take her beautiful face in my hands and softly kiss her on her lips. “Please don’t be jealous. We can’t afford it.”

Dick and Cheyenne will arrive later tonight for the launch of our movie. I bought Melanie beautiful blue contact lenses, a sexy black cocktail dress and a great pair of shoes. She insisted on wearing a black lacy thong underneath the short dress. I, on the other hand, am dressed in a very short black lace dress, with nothing underneath. My nipples and shaved pussy can clearly be seen. I feel like a million fucking dollars in my high heels. Mr. Big sent a limo to take us to Hustler Hollywood for the launch. 

Fans line five deep on both sides of the red carpet as we arrive. Melanie let me out first. I show more than legs as I step on the curb. A flash my pussy for those close by. With Melanie on my arm, we walk the hundred steps to the entrance accompanied by wolf whistles and screams. I wiggle my laced covered naked behind as we moved into the shop. A roar of applause greets us. 

Mr. Big takes my hand, bends down and kisses it like I’m a queen. Somebody stuffs a glass of champagne in my hand and the rest of the evening flashes by as if in a dream. Producers push themselves onto me, showering me with flattery and their business cards. I suppose everyone wants to see my tits and cunt from up close. Well, that’s why I’m wearing the lacy dress. 

The Cheyenne and Dick make their appearance. Fans flood their space, begging for autographs, a little chat and a photo opportunity with their favorite porn star. They look like two lovers and not just costars. It looks like Dick has found another pussy to feed his ego. He gave me the push in the business and now he rejects me.

I walk up to them and see their elated faces drop to guilty expressions. I give him a kiss and Cheyenne a hug. They don’t respond in kind. I cut to the chase.

“She can move in with us. I will come to love her.” 

“But I don’t want to share him,” lashes Cheyenne back. “Besides, he only loves me. Don’t you, baby?” 

Dick looks down at the tip of his boot, kicking the side of a shelf. “I’m sorry, Kat. In our business love comes too easy, because it throbs in our cocks and cunts.”

“Bullshit. One can love more than one person and no one can possess another.” I am angry, disappointed and heartbroken. What am I supposed to do now?

I slap Dick on the cheek. “Both of you belong to middle class mediocrity.”

I turn around and pull Melanie closer to me. She puts her arms around me and tries to console my shattered soul. I gave everything to Dick, my heart and my loyalty and now he throws it back in my face. Tears flow over my cheeks and burn my eyes. Melanie, bless her soul, gently wipes the tears from my face and takes me to the restroom. There she splashes water on my face, applies make-up and gives me another glass of champagne. 




Going All the Way, Again



At the door, Mr. Big waits for us.

“My dear Kat. Don’t worry about them.” He holds his arms out for Melanie and me and walks to a table in a quite corner. “They won’t last any longer in this business. You are right. They are stuck in a morality where love is measured in terms of possession.” He looks at Melanie. “Don’t you agree? But Kat, you are different. You are going to take our business to another level.”

A tall beautiful dark blond approaches us. Mr. Big whispers that she is the most influential journalist in the business. He gets up and escorts her to our table.

“Janine, let me introduce you to our new shining star, Kat. Her friend is Melanie. Treat them well.” With that, Mr. Big excuses himself and finds a producer to talk business with.

“Can I come on set of your new project?” I already like her. 

“Of course, but on my conditions.” I smile. If I’m going to influence the industry in any way, I can start with her on set. “We start next week. I’ll call you about the venue.”

The next few days are hectic. Melanie and I scout locations for my next movie. We found a small but ideal clinic that is empty, waiting to be renovated. We have four days to shoot the movie.  It is a parody on middle class morality set in a nudist sex clinic, with a therapist played by me. My staff is a bunch of incompetent nurses.  I also hired an all female crew to give women the chance to work behind the camera and get everyone comfortable with the nudity on set. I also insist that we all work in the nude. It is a low budget, single camera production. 

Melanie phoned Janine yesterday to invite her on set.

Our first setup is the reception of Dr. Pussylove - that’s me – at the entrance of the clinic. My blond secretary, Sasha, sits behind her desk, naked, doing her nails. A middle age married couple comes in looking shocked at her nudity. She nonchalantly gets up, walks over, sits opposite them and asks them silly questions about their reasons for wanting to see Dr. Pussylove. They stammer through the answers, the wife holding her hand over her husband’s eyes. Her face betrays her aversion to such indecent display of nudity. As she moves back to her desk, Sasha juggles her large boobs in the face of the wife and pushes her naked behind in the husband’s face.

The master shot is great and we quickly move around do the close-ups of the couple, Sasha behind the desk and her movements towards the unhappy two. The questionnaire takes a bit longer but the fun is Sasha’s boobs in the wife’s face and her tush in the husband’s. I love the close up of Sasha rubbing her pussy in the husband’s face.

The next setup is the couple in my office. While my naked female crew quickly and efficiently moves the lights, camera and other equipment to the next room, I chat with the middle age couple. They are fun loving people willing to be part of a porn movie in non-sex roles. I can see they both enjoy my nudity, my full breasts and shaved pussy mound. My high heels accentuate my strong legs, making my body more desirable.   

Then the beautiful and naked Melanie walks up, accompanied by Janine, dressed in a short denim skirt and blouse. Her bag hangs on her left shoulder.

“Sorry, Janine,” I say. “You are not allowed on set with clothes on.” I turn around to see how my crew is doing. From the looks of the crew, I gather that Janine is not happy about my ruling.

“Why is the old couple dressed?” shouts Janine as Melanie escorts her off the set. “I want this interview, damn you.” 

I walk up to her, my naked tits pressing against her denim-covered breasts. I want her to experience nudity, fucking and getting comfortable with her own body. 

“How can you write about things you’ve never experienced?” I ask her. “Do you know what it’s like to have sex with someone you just met? Can you write about a man pushing his hand up your skirt and into your panties?” I push my hand beneath her expensive denim skirt and find a wet thong, clinging to her pussy. “Have you ever had someone finger-fuck you before a crew? So, my dear, if you want to stay the best journalist in the business, strip.” 

She looks me in the eye to see if I’m bluffing. Moving the thong to the side, I insert my finger into her wet pussy. Then she drops her bag, slowly removes her blouse and unzips her skirt. She undoes the clip of her bra and drops it to the ground. We make a strange scene. In the middle of the set, one naked woman has a finger in another woman’s pussy, glaring at each other, breasts to breasts. She rips off her thong, sticks it under my nose, before she discards it with the rest of her stuff. 

By this time, my fingers are moving rapidly over her clit, weakening her resistance. As she comes, she leans forward and gives me a wet kiss, inserting her tongue deep in my mouth. I respond by sucking on her darting tongue and inserting two fingers into her cunt. The friction of our tits rubbing against each other causes our nipples to stand erect, as flagpoles of our desires. 

Then Janine’s legs buckle as her orgasm explodes. Melanie is quick to catch her from behind, her hands firmly grabbing those wonderful titties. I withdraw my fingers from her pussy, lick them off, and have a good look at the dark landing strip of pubic hair above her clit. I turn around and say: “What do you want to know?”  

THE END - who knows?



Going All the Way at the Top



Sometimes the moment just gets the better of you. I had such an occurrence last month on a hiking outing with a girlfriend. What started out as a three-hour hike up and over a local mountain, turned into a sexual experience I will never forget, and likely never repeat.

I do quite a bit of hiking in the mountains around our medium-sized town here in Montana. There is a group of us gals that regularly gets together to explore the trails and peaks that line the valley in which our town sits. Last Wednesday, I had made plans to hike with Kelly, a friend I met a couple of months ago through a mutual acquaintance. 

Kelly and I had been hiking together before, but only as part of a larger group. I have always found her to be adventurous, out-going and fun to be around. So when she called last Monday for a hike the following Wednesday, I readily accepted.

I usually get out on the trails three or four times a week. I use these hikes or runs as a way to stay in shape and augment what I consider to be a fairly rigorous fitness regimen. I work my body hard and am quite proud of the results. One might describe me as long and lean. I am 5'-8'' tall and weigh about 120. I have average-sized breasts, meaning they look good in a jog bra, but don't get in the way when I run. My best feature, if I do say so myself, is my backside. Let me put it this way: When I wear a certain pair of Levi's 501 jeans, men walking behind me often get mesmerized and find themselves walking into utility poles. I enjoy the attention I get for my body, and often consciously wear things designed to show it off.

When Kelly and I met Wednesday morning at the Mt. Carson trailhead, I was dressed in revealing, but not out-of-place workout clothing. I wore a standard pair of lycra-cotton workout shorts, the kind that fit tight like bicycling shorts, only shorter, and a pair of standard issue cotton thong underwear. (Remember, one does not want panty lines showing through one's tight shorts.) Up top, I had on a purple sports bra covered by a midriff-baring t-shirt.

As I got out of the car, Kelly approached with a smile on her face and remarked about the cobalt-blue sky day she had arranged for our hike. She was wearing a pair of beige hiking shorts and a black sports bra. As she strode toward me, I was struck by two things. First, I didn't realize her breasts were that much larger than mine. Maybe it was the sports bra, I reasoned (I'm a little competitive). Second, I was surprised to see she had an elaborate tattoo surrounding her belly button. Don't get me wrong, the tattoo looked pretty cool. I was just taken aback when I saw it. Not many people I know have tattoos. In fact, she had two. As we finished our greeting and set off up the trail with Kelly in the lead, I noticed she also had another elaborate tattoo in the small of her back. It was partially hidden by the waist band of her shorts, but I could tell is started just above the top of her butt crack.

We hiked for about two straight hours, laughing and talking the whole way up. We saw a couple other individual hikers, but the trail was largely ours alone. 

Kelly led just about the whole time. She set a quick, tough pace. By the time we got to the top of the mountain, at about noon, we both were sweaty and ready for some food and drink. Mt. Carson is the high point on a fairly long string of mountains. From the top of Carson, we left the trail and started traversing the ridge line looking for a good lunch spot. About half-mile from the trail, we found a nicely secluded flat rock out-cropping with an excellent view of the valley below. We sat down and I pulled our water bottles and lunch out my backpack (nice of me to carry all our food and water, eh?). For about a half and hour, we sat there eating, drinking and soaking in the sun. Our conversation kept returning to exclamations of what an incredible day it was. It was hot, but not too hot. There was a pleasant breeze from the south. The wildflowers were still out in force.

Soaking Up Some Sun

When she finished eating, Kelly asked me if I was in a hurry to get going. I told her I had nowhere I had to be. "Good, let's just lay here a while and catch some rays," she said. I readily agreed and stretched out on the big flat rock on which we were sitting. "I love it out here, don't you Kai?" Kelly said as she stood up. I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked up at her just as she was pulling her sports bra off over her head, exposing her breasts. She put one hand on the side of each breast, pushed them together and slid her hands across her nipples, up her chest and neck, over her cheeks and into her hair. As she ran her fingers through her hair she let out a deep sigh and sat down next to me.

Trying to be nonchalant, I looked over at her, smirked and said, "Worried about tan lines?" She laughed and said, "I guess so. Just feels natural." Who could argue with that, I said to myself. She then laid back and immediately reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, slid down the zipper, raised her hips and pulled off her shorts. I was surprised enough that she took off her top, but this woman was going to lay around in just her panties, I thought. Well, that thought was only fleeting as I quickly noted she wasn't wearing any underwear. She intended to sunbathe nude.

I laid there with my eyes closed, trying hard not to do anything to appear prudish. After all, I am far from a prude, but I didn't know Kelly all that well. She must have sensed that I was a little uncomfortable with her sudden nudity. She rolled over on her side and propped her head on bent arm. "Is this making you uncomfortable," she asked. I told her I wasn't uncomfortable at all. I was just a bit anxious that someone might discover our sunbathing spot.

She assured me we were well out of sight of the Mt. Carson trail and in a spot no one hiking the ridgeline could see. I decided she was right, and I felt myself relax a bit. She must have noticed my body letting go of some tension and she smiled and laughed a contented laugh. 

We laid there in the sun for about five minutes without saying anything. During that time, my eyes hidden behind sunglasses, I looked over her body. Being competitive, I often find myself comparing my body to others'. Her breasts definitely were bigger than mine. They were well shaped, round and full. Her nipples were smallish and totally erect. She had a little meat around the middle, but she still looked to be in great shape. I also noted that she had no pubic hair, at least that was visible from my vantage point. Just as I was taking note of her shaved special place, without lifting her head, she said, "Are you checking me out?" Suddenly my heart was in my throat. I felt like I had just been caught stealing money from my mom's purse, or something. Before I could say anything, she said, "That's alright. It's like a car wreck. If someone strips naked and lays down next to you, you can't help but look. It's human nature."

With the tension lifted, I was able to laugh and concur with her assessment. She then said, "You should try it. It really feels great."

I'd Do It If I Were You

I don't know if it was the subtle peer pressure, or the warm sun, or what, but I sat up, shrugged my shoulders and quickly pulled off my shirt and sports bra. I laid down and, just as she had done, lifted my hips and slipped off my shorts. Now clad only in my thong panties, I sat back up and looked around apprehensively, making sure no one was around. Feeling pretty pleased with my boldness, I laid back down and focused on the warm sun beating down on my now nearly naked body. 

Again without even lifting her head, she said, "Aren't you going to go all the way?" "Why not," I said as I lifted my butt off the rock, hooked my fingers in the sides of my panties and slipped them off my hips, over my knees and down around my ankles. I got my left foot out of them and brought the panties up to my hands with my right foot. Once I got the panties off over my right boot, I tucked them under my head with my t-shirt, sports bra and shorts. I again laid back and concentrated on the warmth.

Somehow, I sensed she was now looking me over, just as I had done to her. I looked over at her under my sunglasses. Sure enough, she was up on her elbow, obviously looking me up and down. "You look great," she said to my surprise. "I especially like the way you shave your pussy." 

I had shaved just the night before, leaving a closely trimmed, narrow strip of hair running up from the top of my slit. "Very sexy," she added. Not wanting to appear too anxious to address the topic, I said, "Thanks, I noticed you shave it all. How long have you been doing that?" "Not too long, a couple of months," she replied. "I really like how nice and soft the skin is down there and how shaving exposes my clit. Makes it really sensitive."

Whoa, that was candor, I thought. We sat there in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes, before she burst forth with a comment that sticks with me still today. She said, "I got to tell you, this is really turning me on." As she completed that sentence, she raised both hands to her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her nipples instantly responded. She then moved her hands from her breasts and slid them down across her tattooed belly button towards her shaved...I remember actually thinking the word "pussy." That is a word I rarely if ever use. It was then I realized I was getting turned on too. Even just thinking the word pussy made me blush with excitement.

This May Get Interesting

I continued watching her slide her hands down her stomach. Her left hand stopped, covering her belly button and tattoo. Her right hand continued down to her pussy. Oh my God, she was going to masturbate. Right there in front of me. I might have stood up, flustered, and gotten dressed if I hadn't been so mesmerized. I kept watching as she clearly was running a finger up and down her slit. She paused and looked over at me catching me intently watching her activity. She lifted her right hand from her pussy with her middle finger extended. It glistened in the sunlight. She was obviously wet and very turned on. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile and she dropped her hand back between her legs. She began moving her first and second finger together in a circular motion. I knew from experience she was rhythmically rubbing her clit.

"I can't believe you are doing this," I said in an excited, awed tone. "Me neither, but it feels so good. Sit up so you can see better." Without even thinking, I sat up and turned to face her stretched out body. I brought my legs up under me, highly aware of my nakedness, and sat Indian-style watching her masturbate. To clear my view, she dropped her left hand to her side and spread her legs a little more. From this perspective, I could look down and see all of her pussy with her fingers continuing to work her clit. With my arms folded across my stomach, I bent forward and suddenly became aware of my bare breasts. With my arms crossed, and still intently watching Kelly masturbate, I reached up and pinched my nipples and held my breasts in my hands.

As I sat there holding my breasts, Kelly stopped rubbing her clit and quickly stood up. Without saying a word, she turned and faced me and put her right foot up on a rock to my left. She again dropped her right hand to her pussy and started again massaging her clit. Seemingly towering above me as I sat bare-assed on the hard rock, Kelly was perfectly positioned to block the afternoon sun from my eyes. Looking up, I had a clear view of her shaved pussy lips. She continued rubbing her pussy and began to let out sighs every few seconds. Her left hand found its way to her right breast. She began to quicken her masturbation pace and the sighs became longer and a bit louder. The next thing I knew, she suddenly stopped, seemed to totally tense up and then bobbed forward a few times letting out a long breath. She came.

A few seconds later, she sat down on the rock next to me. The same one she just had her foot on while she masturbated only a foot from my face. Facing me with her knees apart, she said, "See what I mean about being shaved making my clit sensitive? Ummm, it's still swollen." I looked between her legs, and, sure enough, her clit was clearly visible between her shaved pussy lips. She reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled it toward her. "Here, feel this," she said. I offered no resistance, largely because she caught me so off guard. The next thing I knew, my right hand was touching another woman's pussy. She put my fingers right on her clit. "Have you ever touched another woman before," she asked.

I replied that, no, I never had. "Here, let me lay back down," she said as she stood up, holding my hand against her pussy. She moved slowly in front of me, never letting go of my hand. All sorts of thoughts were rushing through my mind, analyzing what was happening and trying to make sense of it. Before I could come to any type of moral decisions, she was laying prone in front of me and saying, "Feel how wet I am down here." She slid my hand down to her pussy opening and ran my hand up and down her slit. It seemed her entire crotch was wet. 

The next thing I heard was Kelly saying, "Yeah, that's it," and I realized she had let go of my hand, but I was still sliding my fingers up and down her wet pussy slit. Without even thinking, I inserted my middle finger as deep as it would go in Kelly's pussy and wagged it up and down. Catching myself, I stopped and withdrew my hand from her crotch.

Sensing my reluctance, Kelly quickly sat up facing me and brought her legs up under her mimicking my Indian-style sitting position. Without missing a beat, she reached over and grabbed both my hands and brought them to her breasts. 

I could tell she was looking into my eyes, but I didn't meet her gaze. My focus was on my hands which, to my own surprise, were testing the heft of another woman's breasts. Almost as if I were watching someone else's hands, I noted each of my index fingers were resting on an erect nipple, while the other three fingers and thumb cradled the undersides of her lovely breasts.

Still seemingly in some sort of trance, I gently worked my hands around her breasts, fondling them from every angle, exploring their malleability and marveling at their size relative to my own.

My mind was running now at full speed. Questions about just what the hell was I doing consumed my thoughts. Is this okay? Where am I going with this?

What Am I Doing? I Like Guys....Too

While I was distracted from the rush of stimuli produced by sitting completely nude high on a rock outcropping while touching another naked woman's bare breasts, I hardly noticed Kelly dragging the back of her fingers across my own erect nipples. I looked down and watched as my breasts disappeared into the embrace of her sun-warmed hands.

As I looked up from my chest, I found myself looking straight into her face which now was only about six inches from my own. I still couldn't meet her gaze and I looked away. As I tried to focus on a distant mountain peak, she moved in closer and I felt her lips press on my cheek, right by my ear. She lightly kissed her way across my face until the next kiss would have to go on my lips, or not at all. I looked up at her right as she pressed her lips against mine. I felt her tongue gently slide around the edge of my lips, almost asking permission to slip in further. Enjoying her light touch, I pushed back lightly with my lips, giving her the signal she was awaiting. As I lightly parted my lips, she slid her tongue all the way into my mouth. I responded by meeting her tongue with mine.

As we continued kissing, we together got up on our knees and she pulled me tight against her. Our breasts compressed between us and I felt strangely comfortable with the excitement of what was, for me, a wholly unconventional embrace. 

Our kisses grew more passionate and we moved around a bit to give our knees a break from the hard rock beneath us. As we moved, I relished in the sensations emanating from my chest as our breasts brushed against each other's. The feeling of her large breasts against my chest, coupled with the her kisses and the naughty feeling of it all was turning me on like I had never been turned on before.

My sexual excitement grew as I felt her hand slide down my back and across my left butt cheek. I knew where her hand was headed and was ready. I grew tense with anticipation as her fingers moved across the front my thigh. She turned her hand and slid her palm down across the thin, closely-trimmed line of pubic hair above my pussy. At last, I felt her fingers graze my shaved pussy lips. I could hardly stand the tension as I waited for her fingers to enter my most private area.

We were still kissing, but I was so focused on her hand between my legs, my lips were on auto-pilot. I lifted one of my knees and moved it further from my other legs to give her better access. I noticed she dropped her right shoulder and was reaching further down. I then felt a finger nail being drawn across my anus, across my peritoneum and right into my wet slit.

Aaaaah, at last. Once her finger entered me, it was as if a flood of moisture had been released. Suddenly, I could feel my pussy lips covered in wetness. Her fingers slid effortlessly all around my pussy. Her knowing fingers paid special attention to my clit as she got into a bit of rhythm. We stopped kissing as I fell into some sort of zone of pleasure, focused only on this woman's hand working between my legs.

I reached up and lifted her breasts again with my hands. I bent down and licked her nipples and gently sucked them into my mouth. I was really getting into this now. Kelly knew what she was doing. She knew what turned a woman on. She knew what places to touch, how to touch them and when to ease off. I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was so exciting, so foreign, so natural, yet so naughty-feeling.

With my face buried in her breasts, I reached around and put my hands on the lower part of her ass and pulled her tight against me. She continued rubbing my clit and lightly cooing as I sucked her hard nipples into my mouth. I moved my hands around her ass, pausing to pull her ass cheeks apart every now and then before letting them go and starting all over again. Each time I pulled her ass cheeks apart, I imagined running my finger down her ass crack and touching her asshole, just like she had done to me. And each time, I stopped myself, fearful of taking that next step.

Thinking about touching her in the most intimate of places sent my mind into a whole new place. I knew I was ready for anything and wouldn't be ashamed to try anything with Kelly. I was so turned on, there was no turning back. I wanted to touch her asshole. I wanted to lick her between her legs. I wanted to lay back, my bare ass on the rock, and spread my legs for her. I wanted her mouth on me.

That Next Step is a Doozy 

"Let's change positions, my knees are starting to hurt," Kelly said. Without saying anything, I sat down and laid on my back and spread my legs, just like I had been thinking about only moments prior. Kelly stood up and looked down on me. "That is so sexy," she said. "You are beautiful." Looking up at her, I dropped my hand between my legs and played with myself, feeling my wetness and giving some concentrated attention to my clit.

Kelly dropped to her knees between my legs and quickly moved to a prone position. She immediately put her mouth on my pussy and began exploring my insides with her tongue. She extended her tongue to probe the entrance to my pussy and then used the flat of her tongue to give me long, sensuous licks across my clit. Occasionally I would hear a sexy slurp, followed by a subtle swallow as Kelly cleared her mouth of my juices and her saliva.




Going All the Way at the Top



I squeezed my breasts and sometimes raised my hips off the ground as Kelly expertly brought me to new heights of sexual pleasure. With Kelly's face buried between my legs, I was in heaven. At one point, I opened my eyes, thinking about the incredible experience I was in the midst of, and for some reason looked to my left. I jumped and let out a gasp as I could have sworn I had seen someone or something move near a couple of juniper trees that concealed our rock outcropping from the ridgeline beyond.

Kelly raised her head from between my legs, the area from her nose to chin glistening with my wetness, and asked what was wrong. I whispered I thought I had seen someone over to our left. She discounted the thought that someone was there, but kept looking all the same. Next thing I knew, she quickly stood up, totally nude, and marched right over toward the trees. I heard her say in raised voice, "Hey, don't walk away, come here."

I was frozen with mortification. Someone saw. Someone saw another woman eating my pussy. What if I knew the person, or that person knew someone I knew? I looked in the direction Kelly had marched just in time to see her step behind the trees. I could only catch glimpses of her bare skin through the tree branches. Almost as soon as she disappeared behind the trees, she emerged tugging along a guy clad in hiking clothes along behind her. He was giving token resistance as she pulled him by his arm.

"Kai, look what I found. This guy was spying on us. How long have you been there?" she asked turning to the guy. "Just a few minutes, I swear," he said. "I'm sorry."

Kelly told him to sit down on a rock, about six feet from where I was still laying, trying desperately to cover my bare breasts with my right arm while using my left hand, fingers splayed, to hide my exposed pussy.

My attention was diverted as I quickly scanned the area to see how far away my clothes were. There were about 15 feet away in a pile on the ground. Kelly just stood there, still completely naked, about three feet from the guy, hands on hips looking annoyed. 

Deciding my clothes were too far away to get without getting up and exposing myself further to this guy, I turned my gaze to him. He was in his 20s, I guess. Not bad looking. He seemed to be in shape and clearly had a hard-on. He made a valiant attempt to hide it, but Kelly and I both knew he was hard and likely had been pleasuring himself while watching us.

"Where are you from?" Kelly asked, her voice rising in frustration. "Lander, Wyoming," he said. "I'm doing a two week road trip around Montana and Idaho hiking and mountain biking along the way. This is my last day here in town."

Thank goodness he wasn't a local I thought. Kelly must have been thinking the same thing as I noticed her looking a bit relieved as well.

"Alright, you want to get off watching us, that's alright with me," Kelly said turning toward me. "That alright with you, Kai?" Catching me totally off guard, I responded, "Sure," without even thinking.

"Sound good to you...," she paused clearly wanting to hear his name. "Todd," he said. "...Todd?" Kelly finished. "Uhh, yeah, that sounds really good."

"Okay, but there's no way you are going to sit there with your clothes on. Lose the shirt, shorts and whatever you have on under there." Todd clearly was not going to let a little shyness keep him from participating in what must have been an experience of wet dream caliber. He stood up and dropped his shorts, lowered his boxers and stepped out of both. To finish up, he pulled his shirt off over his head.

You Can Look, But Don't Touch

While he was stripping, Kelly walked back over toward me and kneeled next to me facing Todd across my nude body. She put her hands on my tummy. Todd stood there with his dick as hard as it could be, pointing up at his chin, flat against his stomach. We both were looking at him. I withdrew my eyes from him long enough to look up at Kelly's naked breasts dangling enticingly above my midsection. "Now what," Todd said.

"There is no 'now what'," Kelly shot back. "You watch. You get off. You watch some more, or you leave." Just as she finished her curt retort, she swung a leg over my head and straddled me. I looked up and was treated with a close-up view of her nice, tan ass. I reached up and put my hands on it, just as she raised it up and backed up five or six inches until her crotch was right above my face. Now my view included nothing but her shaved pussy. I glanced over at Todd, who I could see just around Kelly's bent knee. He had his dick in his hand and was slowly pumping it up and down and staring at Kelly and me.

My view of Todd quickly disappeared as Kelly began lowering her pussy toward my face. I remember wondering just before her crotch covered my face how her knees were going to hold up on the hard rock. That thought was fleeting as I got my first-ever taste of another woman's juices. 

Just as her wet pussy lips touched my nose and mouth, it was almost as if someone had flipped a switch. I was right back as turned on as I was before Todd's appearance interrupted our ecstasy. I didn't care one bit that he was there. I was so focused on the pleasure at hand.

My first moves to pleasure Kelly were timid. My mind was whirring with so many new sensations, it took me a few moments to really get into it. After all, that day was a day of firsts. First, I had stripped naked outdoors and sunbathed in the nude. Second, I did so with another woman. Third, that woman also was naked. Fourth, that woman touched my naked body. Fifth, I touched that naked woman's body. Sixth, I was knowingly exhibiting my naked body in front of a man I did not know. Seventh, a nude woman was sitting on my face and licking my pussy while a strange man looked on.

After a few tentative licks, followed by Kelly moving her crotch around my nose and chin, I reached up and grabbed Kelly's hips and pressed my mouth tight to her pussy. I pushed my tongue up inside Kelly as far as I could and licked her inside and out. She kept moving her crotch, providing me access to different areas, from her asshole to her clit. Whatever spot presented itself, I willingly caressed it with my tongue. 

Meanwhile, she had hooked her arms under my legs and was eagerly using her expert tongue on my pussy. The thrill of exploring for the first time another woman's most intimate spot combined with the incredible feelings derived from her licking between my legs was almost too much. I tried to keep eating Kelly, but had to keep pausing to catch my breath as she brought me nearer and nearer to orgasm. Finally, after about 30 seconds of concentrated tongue flicking across my clit, I let go. Just as my orgasm washed over me, Kelly knew to ease off. As my leg and stomach muscles released their tension, Kelly have me a few last licks as deep inside me as she could.

One Good Turns Deserves Another

"Hey back there, did you like that, Kelly asked. "Oh my God, that was amazing," I said as I opened my eyes and took in the close-up sight of Kelly's puckered shaved asshole and wet pussy. "Good, please finish me off, too," she said almost breathlessly.

She quickly swung a leg over me, turned around and swung her other leg back over me. She now was again straddling me, but this time facing me. "Throw me your shirt and shorts," she said to Todd. He let go of his erect cock and tossed them to her. She put the shirt under one knee and the shorts under the other. I glanced at Todd while Kelly was arranging her knee pads. He now was standing near the rock where Kelly had him sit earlier. He had grabbed his dick again and was intently staring at the two of us.

With Todd's clothes positioned as knee pads, Kelly inched forward. Every other movement or so, I could feel her wet pussy brush across part of my stomach or chest, each time, I'll bet, leaving a wet spot. As she moved her way up my body, I alternated my gaze from her breasts, which swayed side to side every time she inched forward, to her shaved pussy getting closer and closer to my mouth. Finally, with her pussy almost touching my chin, she raised up and rolled her hips forward and closed the gap between her pussy and my mouth. Right then, I reached up behind her, put my hands on her ass and pulled her crotch to my mouth. Opening wide, I placed my mouth right on her pubic bone and began flicking my tongue rapidly across her clit, just like she had done to me. Her position, sitting on my face facing forward, gave me much more direct access to her clit. I could tell by her light coos and moans and the intensifying movement that she was nearing her own orgasm.

I felt Kelly's hands on either side of my face as I kept licking. She leaned forward, breathing heavy. Looking up, I was treated to a wonderful view of her large breasts swaying above me with each breath. I few seconds later, she sucked in a sharp breath, held it and let out a long, heavy sigh as she came. Kelly sat up straight, leaning her head back, and took a few more deep, relaxing breaths. As she did this, she put more of her weight on my face, but I didn't care. I really enjoyed the feeling of having another woman's wet pussy filling my mouth. 

With her post-orgasm recovery complete, Kelly lifted her pussy off my face, stood up and looked at Todd. He was standing nearer to us that before, perhaps three feet away. He still had his hard dick and balls in his hands and was sliding his shaft up and down with his right hand. He hadn't cum yet. Kelly, again hands on hips, said, "I cannot believe you haven't finished yet, after all that!" "Kai, come here, let's give him a hand."

I got up and stood next to Kelly, feeling a bit apprehensive, but willing to see what she had in mind. With two naked women standing before him, Todd continued unabashedly stroking his dick. Kelly bent down and picked up Todd's shirt and shorts that she had been using as knee pads. She handed the shirt to me and wordlessly kneeled down in front of Todd. She motioned for me to join her as Todd stopped stroking his dick and dropped his hands to his side.

A Woman's Work is Never Done

"Let's finish him off. It shouldn't take much," Kelly said to me. I dropped the shirt on the rock and kneeled down next to Kelly. With Todd's dick now at eye level, it seemed quite large. As I was marveling at his size, Kelly reached out and took him in her fist and started pumping up and down. She told me to lightly play with his balls and stroke his inner thighs and ass. I did as she instructed and cupped his balls in my hand and gently tested their weight. Meanwhile, Kelly kept pumping. After I was satisfied with the weight of his balls, I used a light touch and reached up between his legs and dragged my fingernails lightly across his ass cheeks, down his ass crack and back to his balls.

Just as my fingers got back to his balls, he came. With Kelly still pumping his cock shaft, his cum shot out a couple of feet. Most of his cum landed on the rock between Kelly and I, but a few ropes splattered across our thighs and one glob landed on one of Kelly's breasts. She looked down at the white goo on her left breast and watched as it slid and dripped off the tip of her nipple. She let go of his cock, stood up and tossed his shorts to him. I did the same with his shirt.

As Todd got dressed, Kelly moved behind me and put her arms around me with her hands on my breasts. She held me like that until Todd finished dressing and turned to leave, saying only, "Thanks, you guys. That was great."

As soon as he disappeared, Kelly let go of my breasts, turned me around and gave me a long, sensuous French kiss. As our lips parted, she said, "That was so hot. I hope I didn't freak you out too much."

I assured her I enjoyed the experience and certainly wouldn't soon forget it. With smiles on both our faces, we set about gathering our clothes, getting dressed and preparing for the hike back to our cars.

We set out about 10 minutes later, chatting casually as we made our way back to the marked trail down the mountain. With each step, at least for the first mile or two, I was vividly reminded of what had just happened as my thong panties kept creeping in between my still-wet pussy lips. 

Soon, however, things down there returned to normal and we made good time down the trail. We did not talk much about the intimate experience we just shared, until we got back to our cars.

As we were about to launch into that uncomfortable, post-coital "call-you-later" dance, Kelly stepped right up against me, face-to-face, and put her hands again on my breasts, this time through my shirt, and said, "I really want to feel your mouth on my pussy again, soon."

After what I had just been through, nothing she could say or do would have caught me off guard. I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Deal, but next time I get to sit on your face. Give me a call."

With those words still hanging in the air, I slid into my car and backed out of the parking lot waving. She watched me leave with a knowing smile on her face.