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The Movie

By: Gilmuriel



We're laying on the couch watching a movie, laying on our sides, she's in front of me, I have my arm around her, hand on her perfect tummy. She says she's cold, gets up to grab a blanket. She comes back with it, drapes it over both of us, and I pull her closer, kiss her neck, and tell her I love her. She snuggles back into me and giggles.

The movie continues, and I can tell she's getting restless. She moves around under the blanket, I can't see what she's doing, then she tosses her pants on the floor, and leans back into me close, turns and kisses me, and we go back to the movie. She loves to tease me, and as much as I hate it, I love it at the same time, so I'll play her game. My mind races as I think of all the things I want to do to her, and as my imagination runs wild, my cock starts to rise.

A few minutes pass, and she starts moving around again. She sits back up, throws one of her socks in my face. I catch it and take a quick whiff, she smiles and shakes her head. She indulges my fetish from time to time, I'm lucky to have her. I toss her sock to the floor by her pants, and she tosses her panties at me now. I can smell her juices before I even catch her little thong, and my suspicions are confirmed when I catch it, I can feel that it's damp already. She snuggles back into me again, and I put my hand back on her stomach, lightly moving my fingers around, ever so slightly.

It feels like an eternity before she starts grinding her cute butt against me. She can feel what she's doing to me through my shorts, and it drives her wild to feel it pressing against her. She reaches back and tugs at the waist of my shorts a little, and I know what she wants. I pull away a little bit, and pull my shorts off, releasing my hard cock. I cuddle back up with her, pressing it in between her cheeks, up to her lower back. It feels electric to be pressing it up against her soft skin. I hear her sigh in appreciation, and it brings me a smile.

After a short while of softly pressing it against her, I move back slightly, and she lets out a sad, quiet "aww" which quickly turns to a happy "ooo" as I slide my cock between her legs, near her wet lips. I hold it there, pressed between her thighs, and she can feel it twitching, so aroused by her soft skin.

She tries to shift to slide down onto it, but I hold her stomach so she can barely move. I put the head of my cock against her lips, but I won't enter her quite yet. Two can play at this teasing game. I let my hand drift down, brush in between her legs, find her little clit with my middle finger, and rub it ever so gently, making her sigh with pleasure. I can feel her whole body gyrating against me, and it's an intense pleasure for me to make her squirm.

She tries to get me inside her, but every time she pushes down, I pull away slightly, not wanting to spoil the fun just yet. I keep the head just barely touching her wetness, so she can feel it there, and I can feel the tip getting wet with her juices, my finger still teasing her clit.

I whisper in her ear "Tell me what you want baby."

She whispers back "I need you inside me so bad, please fuck me."

I kiss her roughly, and slide my cock all the way up inside her, making her gasp with pleasure. I had to gasp myself, I didn't realize she was so wet. I stay still for a moment, to allow both her and I to enjoy that first rush of sensation, before I slowly withdraw from her all the way, and then ever so slowly slide back inside. I start thrusting into her, almost pulling out completely before pushing back in, the way I know she likes. She moans with every thrust, grunting and her breathing gets heavier. My finger leaves her clit, I slide my hand up her shirt, and tweak first one nipple between my fingers, then the other. she presses her back against my chest, and I nibble and kiss her neck, and keep thrusting my cock deep inside of her. When I nibble her neck, she goes wild with passion, so I love to do it to her.

It's not long before she moans that she's going to cum soon, and I tell her I'm not far behind. I speed up my thrusting, my hand still cupping her breast and pinching her nipple, and I can feel her pussy starting to tighten around my cock, and I know she's about to cum. As I feel her pussy start to spasm, and hear her moaning louder and louder, I know she's having a really good orgasm, and I can feel my balls tighten as I get ready to explode. Halfway through hers, I feel my cock explode, filling her up with my hot cum, I keep thrusting and keep cumming, it feels like it will never end. After I finally finish my last spurt, we're both out of breath, and sweaty.

I know better than to pull out of her, she loves to keep me inside her as long as she can, so I gladly oblige. I can feel her pussy still contracting a little bit, aftershocks from her powerful orgasm. I can feel her legs trembling a little, and I know it isn't because she's cold.

I pull her even closer to me, and kiss her neck, and just behind her ear, and tell her that I love her more than anything else in the world. She tells me she loves me too, and we go back to the movie, which we had all but forgotten about...

The Movie



Chapter 1

THE MOVIE

They were friends even before they knew it. Their mothers had wished it. And this wish, unlike so many others made by mothers for their unborn children, had come true. It started when Sally's mother met Jane's mother at the doctor's office. Waiting for their appointments, the only pregnant women in the room, they naturally gravitated towards each other and just started talking. Both were due about the same time. They lived near each other. Their husbands were both in sales. It seemed only natural that their daughters, they knew they were going to have daughters, would be best friends. 

And so it turned out. For twenty-eight years Sally and Jane had been best friends. As children they shared everything. Toys, foods, even moods. As young girls they continued to share. Secrets, boys (sometimes), and dreams. When Sally lost her virginity Jane was the first one she told. Not even the boy who stole it from here in the back of his Ford van knew what a precious gift she had given him. And Jane, years later, confided in Sally when she lost her virginity to the man she would marry. One man. That's all Jane knew. 

But Sally shared everything. And Jane felt as if she had experienced a thousand men. All kinds of men. Sally had told her about making loving on the desk in her office with a client. About sleeping with her boss and his wife. The wife was the better lover. About sharing a house with three men and each night deciding which bed she would sleep in. Sally had done just about everything Jane had ever imagined. And more. 

There was the night Sally's boyfriend Tom and his best friend Bill were taking a Jacuzzi after tennis. Unannounced Sally walked out of the house completely naked and slowly lowered herself into the hot water. She immediately grabbed Tom's cock. Naturally it was hard. Under the roiling water Bill could not see the way Sally stroked Tom's engorged penis. 

Then, maybe because she had never done it before, she grabbed Bill's cock. His was even harder. And bigger. Thicker. With a fatter head. There she was sitting calmly between her boyfriend and his best friend. Each of their cocks swollen in her hands. Neither knowing what was happening to the other. But just as suddenly as she had grabbed them she let go. Enough, she thought, of pleasing them. It's me I want to satisfy. And with that she grabbed each by the scruff of the neck and pulled their heads down to her tits. Like babies being brought to their mother's breasts they began to suck. It was the most natural thing. Neither man seemed shocked by Sally's boldness. Both hungrily sucked in her full round breasts. But each sucked differently. Tom was eager. It was a sucking sensation Sally knew for they had been lovers almost a year. But Bill's mouth felt new and fresh on her tit. Slowly and gently he alternated between sucking and nibbling. He expertly used his tongue to circle her nipple and bring it to a tiny erection of its own. Then without warning Bill became bold and grabbed her fur-covered box. She knew it was Bill simply by the way he stroked her cunt in the same caring and kind way his mouth licked at her tits. 

It was at that moment Sally knew Bill would be a good fuck and that she was not going to get out of the Jacuzzi until his glistening shaft had emptied its sticky load in her hungry cunt. First, though, there was Tom that needed to be taken care of. So, she roughly grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head away from her tit. Then, she pulled him up making him stand. The suddenness of her movements had interrupted Bill's playing. He looked up to see his best friend rising out of the water. And as he rose so did his cock until both he and his pole, provider of love, were standing at attention out of the water. 

Quickly, with barely a movement, Sally moved her head and swallowed Tom's manhood. Simultaneously, she reached for Bill's cock and guided it and the man it controlled around to her backside. That's all the encouragement Bill needed as he slipped the fat, purple head into her wet pussy. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his shaft. Sally had to grab Tom by the ass to keep his cock in her mouth. But, like three dancers who have rehearsed the routine, they quickly found their rhythm. And just as quickly Sally began to come in wild torrents of passion. Her cunt convulsed on Bill's cock taking him beyond the point of control. And Tom, who had a view of his cock going in and out of Sally's mouth as well as of her ass rising in and out of the water as Tom fucked her madly, not to mention the look on Tom's face, lost all control of the one muscle a man truly can call his own. 

This wasn't Sally's wildest adventure, but it was Jane's favorite. Sometimes she would get on all fours and ask her husband Richard to fuck her from behind. While he pounded and pumped Jane would suck one of her fingers and imagine it was another cock, that their bedroom was a Jacuzzi, and that it was she who had the wild adventures to tell her best friend. But it was never Jane with the tales that would make a girls panties wet between the legs. It was Sally. And it would always be Sally. Jane knew this. And so did Sally. Maybe that's why Sally was so shocked the Thursday afternoon Jane called. 

There was an edge in Jane's voice Sally had rarely heard. A nervousness, anxiousness that spoke of sex. It was the same timber a teenage girl gets in her voice when she asks her best friend what French kissing is. The same shyness a girl gets when she tells her best friend about the first blow job she gave. Sally knew this sound. She had heard it in Jane's voice on each of these occasions. And more. But what could Jane be shy about. They had talked about everything. They had read the Kama sutra together. Watched their first triple X-rated movie together. Even once rented a dirty home movie and watched it together when Richard had been out of town. 

Sally had teased Jane that she and Richard looked like the couple in the movie. It was seeing this couple that did look like her and her husband that had first given Jane the idea. And each time she thought about it her sweet juices would flow from her pussy. Soon all she would have to do was to think of this one idea and she would silently come regardless of where she was. Finally, she confessed her desires to Richard. As she told him she watched the bulge in his pants grow until his cock was straining to be free. Jane, quickly unzipped his pants, got down on her knees and blew him all the while thinking of her wild idea. As Richard came he shouted out, "Please, please, do it." Jane took this to mean, "Please do your fantasy." 

It was all the encouragement she needed. And now she was on the phone telling Sally her idea. As Jane talked, Sally's pussy got wetter by the minute. It was something that had never happened before. But this was just the beginning. And for the next week as Sally thought of what was about to happen, she, like Jane, kept slipping into little walking wet dreams. A week can take forever. Or, it can pass by as if it were a single night. This week seemed to do both. But finally, Sally found herself sitting in Jane's dining room having dinner with Richard and Jane. 

Conversation during dinner was normal. Richard seemed so relaxed. Sally wondered if he knew what was going to happen. But Sally could tell by the flush on Jane's face and the dampness between her own legs that this was not a normal dinner. The pace was leisurely. The conversation friendly. And the Champaign flowed freely. So, by the time the three of them got up from the table they were all a bit tipsy. Not drunk. But loose and feeling free. 

Then Jane did the first unusual thing. She suggested that since they all had drunk so much Sally should stay over in the guestroom. Sally agreed instantly. And Richard, unsuspecting, thought it was a great idea. Then Jane went to Richard and began kissing him. She did it with such passion it was as if all the pent up sexuality from the past week was suddenly escaping. She forcefully put her mouth to his. Her tongue darting rapidly in and out. And her entire body rubbed against his pelvis. Richard's delight in all this became quite apparent. 

Suddenly, as if awakening to Sally's presence, he whispered into Jane's ear. He turned to their guest and said he was sure she would understand if they excused themselves. With that he quickly led Jane off to the bedroom. Sally knew just what to do. She and Jane had talked about it constantly for the past week. And so far, Richard was reacting just as planned. Sally hurried to the guestroom where she found everything Jane had left her. She grabbed what she needed and headed to the master bedroom. 

There Jane too had prepared everything. The room smelled sweetly of burning incense. Candles shown. And the bed was already turned down. Richard, with his back to the door and to hot to notice the unusual care that had been given to the room, just grabbed his wife. The only thing amiss was that the room seemed a little brighter than he would have liked. But this was no time to worry about the lights. As he passionately kissed Jane's neck and ears and eyes she asked him to undress her slowly. She told him she didn't want a quickie tonight. She said she wanted every crevasse of her body to be attended to and every inch of her skin to be pleased. "Yes, yes," was all he could say. But at this point she could have asked him to get down on all fours, bark like a dog, and lick his own balls, and he would have just as readily agreed. 

Then, as he slowly began unbuttoning her blouse he felt the presence of someone else in the room. Turning, he saw Sally just inside the doorway with a video camera. Sally, seeing Richard's face through the viewfinder, realized that he didn't know what Jane had planned. This made Sally even wetter. Richard turned to his wife but before he could ask, Jane smiled and said, "Remember. You said we could." Then he did remember. A week ago with his cock flooding her pussy and his lips lapping up the sweat from her body she had told him how she wanted them to star in their own X-rated home movie. He had told her he would do anything. But when the passion subsided he never thought she would really do it. He thought it had been pillow talk. A fantasy to make you hot and keep you hot. 

But there was his wife's best friend with a video camera sticking out of her face like some strange third eye. Here was his wife waiting and wanting to be loved. And here he was hungry to satisfy her. So, in an instant he obliged her and continued unbuttoning the blouse. It was the first piece of clothing to hit the floor. Her breasts, covered only by a small French lace bra with a front clasp, felt larger tonight. Next, Richard helped Jane out of her skirt. She was wearing a white g-string. The mate to the bra. His wife was now standing there in just the flimsiest of sheer bras and the tiniest of panties that barely covered her pussy and did nothing to hide her firm, round ass. 

As he reached to unhook the bra she stopped him and began to undress him. Then he noticed Sally. She had moved around to film his unveiling just as she had captured Jane's. Momentarily Richard felt self-conscious. Sensing this Jane kissed him and rubbed his cock and whispered a promise in his ear. It was enough to make him forget about the voyeuristic friend and soon his clothes were lying in a pile on the floor. True to his promise he gently lay Jane face down on the bed. On the headboard she had placed a bottle of warm lotion. He rubbed some in his hands and dripped some on her back and the night truly began. 

He massaged her neck and back. He moved to the bottoms of her feet. He kissed her toes. And then he worked his way up her legs to her pussy. There, he dropped warm oil in the crack of her ass and let it run down to her cunt. Gently he separated her legs and found her box wet and waiting for a finger, which he gladly inserted. She had said every crevasse. So, he dripped more oil on her bottom and with one finger in her box he inserted his thumb up her other hole. Like this he could pinch his thumb and finger together. The minute he did, she came screaming for more. And more was what he was willing to deliver. With his fingers, his hands, his tongue. When Jane had lost count of the number of orgasms and Richard's cock was ready to explode she rolled over onto her stomach. 

He sat astride her and moved his body up to where she could lick the pre cum from the head of his cock. And all of this had been captured on tape. A task that was not as easy as Sally had thought it would be. Because as Richard and Jane went at each other's bodies like two sex-starved teenagers, she had been watching it only through the tiny little viewfinder. But it had been a revelation. The passion of Jane. For a woman who knew only one lover she knew a lot. And Richard's cock was a joyous surprise. The minute she saw it she wanted it. But that wasn't the plan. So, while the mad couple fucked, she filmed. And she came. Repeatedly. 

Soon Sally found a way to operate the camera and finger herself. But her own clothes seemed to interfere with the pleasure she could give herself. So, with one hand shakily filming the action, she managed to undress herself with the other. But Richard and Jane were totally unaware of Sally's nakedness or the fact that sometimes she would come just as loudly as Jane. A fact the two lovers would later laugh about as they watched the tape. But right now all Jane knew was that she loved the way Richard's pre-come tasted in her mouth and she wanted his whole load. 

Richard, however, wasn't ready to give her everything he had inside him because he hadn't given her everything he had promised. So he moved his cock away from her mouth and grabbed the oil. He repeated what he had done to her back, only now he gently massaged her breasts and stomach. Then her feet again. Then up the fronts of her legs once again arriving at the center of all his pleasures. With Jane on her back and her legs spread he could see that she had shaved her cunt. Not just trimmed, but shaved it nearly perfectly clean leaving only a small triangle of black fur on the top of her mound. Sally too could see this and decided that as soon as she got home she would shave hers. 

Seeing the clean pussy glisten with the nectar from her body made Richard want to eat her more than ever. But as Jane came and screamed she begged for his cock so without missing a lick he turned his body around and offered her his cock. It was the most perfect sixty-nine Jane could ever remember. Her only fear was that she would bite down to hard on her lover's cock as his tongue-lashing made her come again and again. 

Finally, tongues, fingers, hands, were not enough. Her pussy needed a cock. A hard, thick, cock. One loaded with cum that would fill her box. Richard too was ready. He had kept his promise. He had made every inch of her body tingle with delight. He had lit a fire in her box that now could only be extinguished with the cum from his cock so he asked her how she wanted to be fucked. "From behind," was all she said. So, slightly awkwardly, he got off and let her raise herself to all fours. Then, he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock in. He didn't do it slowly or carefully. He just pushed. Her pussy was so wet and open that it easily took all of him in. And he didn't linger at the opening teasing her with his thick head. He just gave her everything. And she gave back. Screaming louder than he could ever remember. Bucking wildly. Ramming her ass into his pelvis. It was too much. He came with her. He too shouting his pleasure. Screaming his love. Jane collapsed exhausted. She fell so quickly that Richard's cock, still hard and glistening was left alone and without a place to hide. 

Sally was prepared to stop the camera. But again she saw something in Richard's face she had never seen before. It was an unquenched desire. So she let the camera run and followed him as he turned his wife over on her back and went back down to her pussy. Richard had never eaten Jane right after he had come inside her. He had often wondered what it would taste like. Now, he was about to find out. Slowly, he licked his way from her belly button down to the top of her mound and then down around her cunt. Never hitting his target but tantalizingly teasing it. Finally, he thrust his tongue into this blender of juices and drank heartily of its love potion. Then, taking one last mouthful he crawled up Jane's body and sweetly shared this brew of passion. 

This kiss Richard gave his wife was like a magic sleep potion because no sooner had his lips parted from hers then both lay beautifully asleep wrapped in an embrace of arms and legs and bodies. Sally, who had filmed this last scene sitting naked on the floor with a finger in her own box of love turned off the camera, quietly picked up her clothes, and left the tape for Richard and Jane to discover. Attached to the tape she left a note that simply said, "Thank you." 

To be continued... 



The Movie



As the commercials begin to play, I reach over and grab the remote. I move back to my side of the couch, stealing a quick glance over my friend. She's short and skinny, with thin glasses, shoulder-length black hair, shaved on one side. We're chilling at her place, watching a movie on the couch. She's been gay as long as I've known her, so I love hanging out here. No pressure, you know?

As the movie goes on, she gets more and more restless. She starts stretching her legs out, sitting on them, and laying them across my lap. As she does so, she starts to get closer and closer, and soon enough, we're cuddling. At first, I don't think anything of it. We're friends, it's a little cold, fair enough. That is until she starts stroking my arm, and kissing my neck. I glance down with a confused look on my face, and she flashes a cheeky smile. 

"I think I....I think I might want to try it..."

Stunned, I motion down towards my crotch. Still not quite believing her, I unzip my fly. She slides her hand up my leg. I lean in to kiss her. She reaches into my pants and gently grasps my dick. Well, I guess she's serious. I grow harder in her hand, and she gasps quietly. She pulls it out, and gets on all fours across the couch. I lean back. 

Her lips part around my cock as she starts blowing me, sticking her ass up in the air. She is gentle and unsure at first, tracing her tongue across the head, but becomes adventurous, taking more and more in her mouth. I place my hand on the back of her head and gently guide her up and down. Her lips are tight around my cock as it slides across her tongue inside her mouth. I gently stroke the shaved side of her head before pulling my dick out, placing it in again against the side of her cheek.

I pull her up and she takes off her top. Her white shirt glides across her flat, tense stomach, tiny breasts and stiff nipples. I slide my hand across to her lower back, and sit up, moving around to place her back on the couch. I start kissing her eager, wide lips. I kiss my way down to her chin...neck...collarbone. I reach her chest and take a nipple in my mouth, gently nibbling and sucking at it. She lets out a deep sigh despite herself. I continue moving down her chest and across her stomach.I reach her pelvis just as she slides off her pants to make way for me. She opens her legs, revealing the lips of her vulva, sealed together. I plant kisses around her thighs, making my way up to her opening. I start from the top and part her flaps with my tongue, revealing her shy clit. I lick at it gently, before sucking on it more intensely as she moans and tightens her legs around my shoulders. She grips my hair as I replace my tongue with my thumb, massaging her clit while tonguing the inside of her pussy. It's tastes of a pleasant mix of sweat and salt. She gets wetter and wetter as I slip a finger in and return my mouth to her clit.

I kiss my way back up, leaving patches of her wetness across her body, until I reach her mouth. As I kiss her, I move my dick to her pussy, and let her guide me in. She's tight...really tight. I go in slowly as she tenses up. She kisses me and strokes my back to encourage me. I begin to thrust gently, going a little deeper each time. Her pussy grips my cock desperately, and despite her wetness, remains as tight as ever. She places the base of her feet on my lower back, and pulls me in deeper. She stops wincing and starts smiling. I flip us over so she's on top, and I let her ride me. She places her hands on my chest and exerts small amount of pressure each time she pushes up. She slides up and down, getting faster and faster, as I run my hands over her nipples with each rise and fall. Her stomach remains as tight as the walls of her pussy.

I stand up with her still clinging to me, and lay her down on the couch. I pull out as she faces her ass towards me. Her butt is surprisingly shapely for such a skinny girl, and her leg muscles tense as she spreads them. I position myself behind her and penetrate, leaning forward to place my hands on hers. As I fuck her, I lean down and kiss her neck. I move a hand down her body; pinching her nipples gently, feeling her tight stomach, rubbing her clit. I can feel the walls of her vagina tighten around my cock, and can tell from her breathing that she's about to orgasm. I dig in and fuck her harder and faster, rubbing her clit harshly and biting at her. A rush of wetness envelopes my dick, as she shivers and spasms below me. I kiss along her spine and lean into her ear: "Are you ready to see what cum tastes like?" She manages to grunt out a yes. I move my hand across her forearm and stomach as I get ready to pull out. I take my cock as she turns around and gets on her knees. I place her hand on my balls and grip the back of her head. I guide my cock into her mouth and move it in and out. Her eyes widen as I begin to cum. She opens her mouth slightly and a small amount spills out. I release the remainder on her cheek. She exhales over my damp cock, and swallows what she can. She takes the rest with a finger and puts it in her mouth. I collapse next to her, exhausted. We kiss briefly and I ask her what she thought. She moves closer, puts a leg over me, grabs my cock and kisses me deeply.

"Does that answer your question?"



The Movie



"I can't believe I'm really doing this," you whisper under your breath as you step out of your car in the theatre parking lot. Your heart pounds, your pulse throbbing in your head, every sense aflame, every moment so alive with excitement. You haven't felt this way since...oh, God just how long has it been? You feel the way you used to those many years ago - frenzied fumbling in the back of cars after high school dances. The first frantic yearnings of sex, discovering what a man can do to you...and what you can do to him. Oh that was so long ago it almost seems like another life.

But he makes you feel that way again, doesn't he? You'd almost forgotten what it's like to have a man look at you the way he looks at you...hungrily, achingly...like he wants to devour you with his gaze and will starve if he can't have you. The way he talks to you, writes to you...romantically, sensually, lustfully. Understanding your mutual need for discretion, yet at the same time daring you, teasing you, tempting you to share in those sinfully delicious things you've always imagined sharing with a lover. 

And with each encounter, you share more of yourself with him, revealing your wants and desires openly, just as he does with you. He holds nothing back and there are times when you are almost shocked at how candid he is with you. But that openness you share is one of the things that bind you together...both married...both wanting to preserve your public lives...but both drawn to each other by passions that smolder and burn within your souls. And so you have become lovers...sharers of secrets...no one night stand for either of you. You both want the ecstasy that can only come from exploring your lover's deepest fantasies over time, each knowing that wonderful tingle that comes from having a sexy little secret of your own.

And it certainly makes the days much more exciting, doesn't it, you think, remembering how you jump every time your office phone rings now, hoping it might be him. As you walk across the parking lot towards the theatre entrance, you smile, recalling his most recent call. "Meet me at the movie theatre tomorrow night, 9:30 show, I'll be waiting for you in the back row. And one more thing, lover...I want you wearing a trench coat, high heels, and the garter belt and stockings I gave you. Nothing else. See you then."

And here you are now, pulling open the door to the movie theatre, your high heels clicking on the tiles. With every step, you feel the garters tugging against your stocking tops, the silky nylons sliding smoothly against each other, your hard pink nipples rubbing roughly against the fabric of your coat. Each sensation a reminder of how excited you are...and how you can't wait to see what happens next. 

Ohmygod...there are so many people here! You never noticed before how many people come to the multi-plex. Then again, you've never been dressed like this in public before. And now you begin to wonder if they can see...if they know. Can they tell that you are almost naked? That beneath that thin cotton coat is your beautiful bare pussy, the lips swollen and pouting, framed in the delicate lace of the garter belt your lover gave to you? 

It's one of many gifts he has given you, purchased during one of your lunchtime shopping excursions together. Your lover takes great delight in seeing your body adorned in silk and lace...he enjoys the way you become more confident, more sure of yourself when you wear them - your stride more sinuous; your movements more elegant and graceful. Besides, as he likes to say with a playful, naughty wink, he also loves the way it shows off your sexy legs and tight little ass. Oooo...he's such a flirt, your lover, and there's no denying he adores you and wants to show it in every way. Next week he wants to meet you after work to purchase a little something in leather, saying he wants to know you're wearing it under your business suit, thinking of him touching you, licking you, inside you. He loves to be teased by you, and you have such a wonderful time being a tease. His lust for you makes your eyes sparkle - what a delicious secret to keep from the girls in the office! You have a lover! A marvelous, devoted, thoughtful, naughty, romantic lover!

You take your ticket and hurry into the theatre just as the house lights begin to dim. It's a movie that has been playing for a while, so the crowd is sparse, leaving lots of empty seats between the patrons. You grin, realizing that your lover knew that - that's why he picked this movie and this showing. Always very, very discreet, for both of your sakes, yet always bold and imaginative - what you've always looked for in a lover, you've found in him.

You see him sitting in the back row and you slide into the seat next to him. Taking your hand, he smiles and whispers, "Hello Kitten, I'm so glad you could come. Did you have an interesting walk through the lobby?" 

As the movie begins, you feel his hand parting your coat slightly, exposing your legs and just a hint of stocking top. "Just keep your eyes on the screen, Tiger," he purrs in your ear. "You wouldn't want to miss anything, would you?"

Trying so hard to keep your mind on the flickering images, you can feel his fingertips lightly brushing over your knees and thighs. His touch is so gentle, almost worshipful. You can feel his hands trembling slightly with excitement and a thrill runs down your spine at the thought of what is to come.

And now he opens your coat a little more to reveal the frilly garters pulled taut against your bare thighs. The cool air in the theatre flows over you, bringing goose-bumps of delight to your tender flesh, bumps which are smoothed down by the warm caress of your lover's hand. 

His hands begin to slowly part your legs, wider and wider. You feel so exposed, so wanton. You can barely hear the movie over your pounding heartbeat. Your lover's fingers glide up over your stocking tops and linger over the lace of your garters. And you are reminded of what he once said about lingerie: "The root of that word is Ôlinger," darling, and any whisper of lace that encourages me to linger over your incredibly sexy body has got my complete attention."

Your breaths shorten as his fingers slide ever higher up your inner thighs. So close...so very close. The anticipation is so wickedly delicious. You almost jump as you feel his fingers start to stroke your soft pubic hair. You keep yourself trimmed closely, knowing how much your lover enjoys pleasing you with his lips and tongue. Perhaps you'll surprise him one day by being completely bare for him. You grin, imagining his delighted reaction and how he'd show his appreciation to you in the most delightful oral ways.

Still his fingers slowly circle through your pubic hair, your legs now spread wide, your moist pussy open to the gaze of anyone who might happen to walk past unexpectedly. And if they did, would you cover up?, you wonder. What if you just let them watch? Oh, you think such brazen things when you're with your lover - things you never would think at home. That's part of the freedom, the excitement, the thrill of each precious moment with him. He makes you feel so alive and vital, so wanted and desired. 

And now you feel his fingers caressing your labia, softly spreading your wet lips to reveal your engorged clit. You gasp, your eyes still locked onto the movie screen. With one finger, he begins slowly circling your hard little nub - gently, tenderly. Now is not the time for rough play...although that's something you plan to explore together. No, now is the time for sweet, secret caresses.

You feel another finger slipping inside you, thrusting slowly, keeping your passion simmering. And all the while your clit dances beneath your lover's eager touch. Oh you can hardly stand it any longer. You reach down, clasping his hand and pushing his finger deeper inside you. "More," you hoarsely whisper. "Please, more." And you feel a second finger penetrate you in response to your request.

Now your lover's thrusts become deeper and more urgent, his other finger rubbing more firmly against your clit. You try to control your breathing, to keep a moan from escaping your lips and drawing unwanted attention. So close...so close...

Your hips start to shake and you feel that familiar quiver in your thighs. Faster and faster you feel the thrust of your lover's hand inside your wet pussy, stroking your G-spot. Yes, right there! Right there! Oh don't stop don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop! Your clit is on fire, your need for exquisite release so strong, so overpowering.

And then you finally feel it. Yes! Ohgodyes! You feel the waves washing over your body, powerful, indescribable sensations that spread like an earthquake from the epicenter of your pussy up to your head and down to the tips of your nylon-encased toes, which are now curled up as spasms of pleasure course down your legs. And it's made all the more intense because you have to force yourself to come silently, without the usual unashamed, uncontrolled sounds of delight that your lover finds so incredibly arousing.

And as the waves subside, you realize again just where you are and your eyes dart about, checking to see if anyone noticed. But all the other people in the theatre are oblivious to what just happened mere rows behind them. They don't know that right now you're leaning back in your seat, your trench coat open and your legs spread wide, the sweet juice of your still-throbbing cunt running down your thighs onto your stockings.

Sitting up and straightening your coat, demure once again, you turn to your lover. His eyes never leaving yours, he brings his fingers still glistening with your fragrant moisture to his mouth and licks each digit clean, thirsty for every precious drop. 

"Mmmmmm..." he smiles, "Now that was the best movie I've ever seen. What was the title again, darling?" he winks and grins. "But the movie's not even over yet" you reply. "You don't know how it ends."

"Oh, I think I can guess" he whispers, taking your hand in his. "It ends with a scene in a darkened theatre parking lot. And, as the two lovers meet, the leading man leans his leading lady against her car and falls to his knees."

"Then what happens?" you ask coyly, as if you couldn't guess. 

"Well, then the lady spreads her legs and pulls the man's head into her pussy, telling him to lick her and make her come again. Right here; right now."

"She sounds like quite a woman."

"Oh she is...believe me, she is..."

And you and your lover silently slip out of the back row of the theatre and into a love scene of your own.

Not the end... 



The Movie



We decide to go out to a late movie, it’s one of those nights that we just couldn’t decide on anything to do. We are feeling pretty mellow and relaxed, I am wearing a short denim dress with buttons all the way down, and you are wearing a tank top and a nice tight pair of jeans. I love the way you look in them - every time I look at your body I smile inside. I catch other women checking you out as we walk, and I love the feeling knowing you are with me! 

The choice of movies isn’t the greatest, so we select any one and go inside to find our seats. At this late hour, the only other people in there are a few couples and an occasional lone man. We find seats near the back and snuggle together as we wait for the movie to start. I love your soft kisses on my lips, and you start to nuzzle my neck like I love……gets me nice and warm inside. I feel your hands caress me as we face each other and kiss a little more passionately. Even though the lights are still on, we are feeling that hunger for each other, and our caresses get more physical and intense. My hands rub your shoulders and arms, gently squeezing them as I stroke you. Our tongues are intertwined as we move even closer together. Your kisses touch me all the way down to my pussy - like warm honey flowing through me. It feels delicious. 

I find your hard cock without removing my lips from yours. My hands caress you through your tight jeans - I feel you shift in your seat - the jeans are getting pretty tight and you want me to release you. I pull away slightly to unbutton the top two buttons of my dress, showing you the top curves of my breasts…my navy blue push-up bra peeks out at you. You love to look at the sexy curve of my breast - you imagine your tongue tracing a path down my neck right to the curve. I shift in my seat, and as I do, you can see the entire top of my chest - for your eyes only. The cleavage is full and round, and as I get more aroused, they feel even more sensitive to your touch. 

I take my hand and as you watch me, I slowly touch my neck and begin to move my hand to my cleavage. My index finger slowly circles the area above my breasts and I know that you are enjoying watching me touch myself. I continue to run my fingers over my soft skin, teasing my breasts as I lower my hand down. I have unbuttoned the next several buttons, exposing my entire bra to you. We are sitting close so no one else can see. I slip my finger into the cup and reach for my nipple. You know it makes me wild to have my nipples caressed - I take my finger to my lips and lick it with my tongue. Then I place my warm, wet finger back to my nipple under my bra and play with it. I start to moan softly and caress more intensely now. 

As carefully as I can, I remove my arms from the top part of my dress, and now I am only half-dressed. The lights have been dimmed until it is almost dark, but we can see each other perfectly. I sensuously move around for you, lightly stroking my chest, and arching my neck back to expose my neck to you. By this time you are extremely aroused and I feel you reach for me. Your lips touch my neck, softly then more firmly, while your wonderful hands cup my breasts. Both hands are on my breasts - I feel you moan into my neck as you touch me. My pussy is so very wet from your touching and from feeling your aroused body. Our hunger for each other is great as we make love with our clothes on; touching, moaning and caressing each other passionately. Your touch is aggressive yet amazingly gentle - right in the spots I love the best, just the right amount of pressure. We know our bodies so well - yet we still find ways to please each other and surprise each other all the time. Your tongue and lips find my cleavage and you feast on my breasts right through my bra. You know how much I love the feel of my nipple in your mouth - it is even more electric through the silky fabric. "Ohhhh", is all I can say as you tease me with your expert tongue. 

My arms are around your neck, pulling you closer to me and wanting you to suck more and more…..Soon the dress becomes an obstacle that needs to be removed - we both fumble with the remaining buttons and I hastily shed it. I sit before you in my navy blue push-up bra and thong, wearing only sandals and a smile…….you smile back as we look lovingly at each other……the movie is going on but we do not have any interest in it, only in each other. I feel deliciously sexy in your arms, wearing only my skimpy lingerie, but it feels wonderful……I silently reach for your cock, all the while looking into your sexy eyes, and I finally free you from those tight jeans. My soft hands against your hardness is an incredible contrast and you moan with pleasure at my touch. The feel of you in my hands is arousing me and I cannot hold back; I place my head in your lap and my hands guide you to my waiting mouth. As I lick my lips, you watch me, mesmerized, as you anticipate the movement of my tongue to your cock. You are in a state of supreme arousal and I want you to feel an explosion when you cum for me. 

My tongue swirls around your cock, flicking it lightly, then more aggressively, moving all over your head. My hands are guiding you into my mouth, deeper now, my warm mouth surrounds you totally. I feel you grow harder as my lips press your skin…..my tongue massages the underside of your cock as my lips grip you……I guide you in and out in perfect rhythm with your moans. You are pleased at my attention…..I respond to your moans of pleasure by taking you in even deeper……you are touching the back of my throat. My hands find your balls and I stroke them as my lips suck your cock, hungrily. I feel your balls tense up as I suck and kiss and lick you all over. 

Working you in and out of my hot mouth, I feel the orgasm build within you. My whole body is aroused from feeling your excitement…..my pussy feels nice and wet and warm…..my nipples stand erect and hard…..my tummy flutters with anticipation….but my focus is totally on pleasing you now…..cum for me, baby……I want to feel your explosion deep in me. My strokes are quicker and more urgent as I continue to make love to your cock with my mouth. Next I feel your hands on my head, as you place your fingers in my hair and hold me close to you. You want me to keep the pressure of my mouth around you cock as you start to cum ….. oh baby…. Yes, yes ….. 

I hungrily take all of your hot cum - it feels like you will never stop pulsing…..throbbing….. You moan and whisper how much it has pleased you…… I am satisfied knowing that you are completely spent. I love to please you! 

We are so good to each other, the feeling is wonderful….. we hold each other close and kiss softly….. 

I am still in my lingerie, and my pussy is just aching for your touch. Since we are still in the theater, I cannot undress totally, but instead I grab your hand and place it between my thighs. 

As we gaze into each other’s eyes, seeing our mutual passion, I guide you to the top of my panties. You take over, and run your finger along the waistband, teasing me by deliberately going slowly. Finally you slip a finger inside, reaching down to my swollen clit. I part my legs for you to enter me. Soon I feel the magical touch of your fingers caressing my now-hard clit. Oh baby……I squirm with delight as you knowingly probe me, fingers teasing and touching….. you take your wet finger and feed it to me, you know how I love that….. then a nice deep french-kiss….. you pick me up and place me on your lap. I straddle you, my legs apart over your lap, my arms around your neck, and my lips making love with yours. Your hands explore my back, down to my curvy hips, over my cheeks, and once again, underneath my panties. Your hands become more bold as you finger my pussy and tease my ass at the same time. My moans encourage you, and your exploration becomes more intense….. I am rocking back and forth on top of you, feeling your cock harden as I move on top of you. The finger-fucking is very arousing, but we are in such a sensuous mood, that we both want to take it a little further. 

I gently guide your now-hard cock into my panties, teasing my wet clit. We fit together so well, I feel your cock make its way to my waiting pussy and enter it. "Ohhhhh" I hear you moans we meet in my pussy…..my muscles surround you, squeezing you with every stroke. I ride you very carefully, expertly, as you hold my hips as I pump you. Our kissing intensifies and our fucking is unbelievably hot….. being in a semi-public place adds to the excitement. I grab you hard as I feel the wave of my orgasm hit me…."oh god……yes, yes…..ohhhhhh, baby….." 

I never want to leave this feeling….it is incredible. The movie is almost over, but our night of sensuous lovemaking is far from over….. I slip my dress back on, but this time I leave the top two buttons undone. I love to show off my cleavage for you, especially for while we’re in the car on the way home. You whisper to me to turn around. I feel you slip your favorite pair of leather cuffs about my wrists. The bond that joins us together.

You pull up your pants and we hold hands as we walk out…..enjoying the magical feeling of the post-orgasm. It will be a long, sexy, wonderful night….. 



The Movie



Frank and Alison were on the couch, making out a little - nothing too heavy going on, but Alison could tell Frank was already getting heated. Suddenly Frank asked if Alison wanted to watch a movie, "Got anything hot?"

Alison looked a little irritated, "Damn. Not really, I have this one DVD that I got off the internet but I lent it to Karen. She promised she would get it back to me before this weekend, but she never did, and she's out of town right now. I really wanted you to see that movie too, it's incredible."

Frank sank back down on the couch, "Not that big a deal. Maybe you could describe it. That could be fun, if it's that good." His look indicating he didn't believe it was.

Alison poked him in the ribs, "It is. I've watched it a 1000 times. I have literally memorized every single second of it."

Frank looked slightly impressed, "Wow. That must be a pretty good flick. Come on, tell me about it. "

"OK," Alison said, "but you have to promise not to interrupt with questions. I might lose my place."

Frank agreed. Alison slipped her legs over his, sitting partly on his lap as she started to describe the movie...

It starts with a guy going to this sort of futuristic arcade thing. There's this little chamber in one corner, and there's a sign on it, that says Out of Order. He asks one of the employees what it is and they tell him it's this brand new game that's supposed to be amazing - where you get the ultimate in virtual reality. But there was a recall on it, and they are sending it back in the morning. The guy eventually decides he wants to try it out, though I guess that's kinda dumb, but hey, it is a movie. He hides in the bathroom until they close, and then he goes to the machine.

There's an emblem on the side, but there's no name. He plugs the game in, and then he goes inside the chamber, and there's a screen above some controls. When he sits in this seat, the screen comes on. The screen tells him to attach these sensor things to his body in different spots, and then a woman's voice says the welcome message.

"Welcome to the Xanadu system. Please remain still while the system reads your biometric status. When the scan is complete, you will be asked to verify your consent to continue by verbal agreement. You will be asked to speak your name, your credit code, and an affirmative response. This signifies a legally binding agreement to your use of the Xanadu system, and further attests that you understand the instructions and information provided by your gaming attendant, and that you use this system at your own risk. The Xanadu system provides the ultimate in experiences, and the federal gaming commission has approved this system for use by the general public. Please remember that you are only in temporary use of your alternate, and therefore you are required not to bring harm to them or others during this session. Any failure to adhere with this requirement will be a violation of gaming code z682.9, and is a felony punishable by up to 15 years in prison. Prosecution of this felony will also include a charge for your violation, equal to you having performed the crime outside the Xanadu system. Your scan is now complete; please state your name, credit code, and verbal consent to use of the Xanadu system."

So he says his name, and his code, and a yes, and then it looks like he passes out. He wakes up a second later in this brightly decorated room, There are people all around the outer rim of the big floor. He's tied to this wooden X shape, facing it, and it's covered in a red silk cloth. He's completely naked. The people are all dressed in these really cool robes.

He's about to say something, when a woman walks around in front of him, and opens this cabinet a couple of feet away. She's dressed in a dark rich burgundy silk robe. It's cut to show off her legs and her breasts. Her hair is in the upsweep with those oriental chop-stick things criss-crossed in it. She's really sexy and elegant. The cabinet's got maybe 10 different things, all hung up, really displaying them. There are a few different kinds of leather whips and paddles. There's even this one that looks like a kind of tennis racquet, but all black lacquered wood. Then she tells him to choose. He's really confused, and a little freaked out. He says he doesn't know what she means.

Then she says, "Do not increase your punishment my sweet. You know the rules. Choose the device that will ensure your punishment is adequate to your crime."

He gets it, but he's really trying to avoid it, so he says, "I know I might have asked this before, but I still don't really understand. Why do I get to choose? I mean, wouldn't I just pick the thing that I think will be the least painful?"

She smiles at him in this sort of sly way, obviously thinking his confusion is a ruse to encourage her. She leans in close to his face and says, "And which of the items, would you imagine, would be the least painful?"

He looks scared, but he finally he chooses an item with a long leather handle, with dozens of strips of leather hanging from it, but no knots, like a cat of nine's tail would have. Her look gets even more wicked, "Very well my sweet charge. I will play along with your game. Let us test this theory, that this item is the least painful."

She walks behind him and uses her wrist in this really precise way. She lashes him about a half dozen times; taking the perfect pause between each flick. At this point, you can see his back, and the thing doesn't leave a single mark. He winces, like he feels the pain of the cut, but his skin isn't actually marred. And by the way he moves, you really get the sense that he still feels all the lashes before it. Like somehow all the sensations involved in being lashed, including after effects, are being planted in his brain as if it's really happening. Yet he has no actual injury.

Then the camera is facing him, so you can see them both. By the time she's done, the pain is etched on his face. He's sweating buckets and breathing really hard. She walks up behind him, and she pressed her body against his back. He winces, but he also kinda sighs into her after a second. She has her cheek pressed against him, and then she says, "Why would you be so bold? To play this game is dangerous. I am afraid that the insolence of your game requires a more extreme attention to your punishment."

Then you can tell, from the way he jerks, that she's grabbed his cock. "Hmm, that is unusual. Generally, at this point, you are already demonstrating your lust for this. Yet you seem, unmoved. Now, answer your own question, my sweet. Why must you choose the instrument?"

He doesn't answer right away, but she pulls his head back and he moans a little and answers her. It's kinda weird, since he shouldn't really know why. But I guess the point is that the pain makes it clear to him. "Because your skill and precision in using each instrument brings so much sensation, that none could distinguish between the pain of one device or another. After a while, you don't even know which is causing your pain. You can't distinguish between a slice of leather and smoothed wood. Therefore, your choice, though you try to make one consciously, is really irrelevant. You control m..., the level of pain, not the instrument."

She smiles and from his face, you get the idea clearly that she's stroking his cock when she says, "Interesting interpretation of the rule, but I prefer the wording of our law makers. Those who are not obedient must be punished. Adequate punishment requires pain. Pain is pleasure. Your charge must be subjected to whatever level of pleasure will ensure he understands the gravity of his crime. The charge must also choose the instrument of preparation, to ensure he understands his place as a voluntary member of this Order."

He gulps and asks, "Preparation? This isn't my punishment?"

She tsk's, shakes her head, and steps back. She lashes him a few more times. He's not really crying, but he's breathing in these sob-like gulps when she presses against him again. Then he stiffens and you can tell she's got his cock again. He moans slowly as she's stroking him. She's mad, and she says, "You continue this game boy? You will pay for your insolence. I would almost think this worthy of two days in isolation, instead of the usual one. And what I feel now also shows your lack of obedience and understanding of your duties. Why boy, do you treat your mistress with such disrespect? Why are you still like soft clay in my hand?!"

He drops his head, and there's this odd look on his face. Then you realize that he truly gets what's going on, and I guess he sort tries to play like it's a character. He says, "I am undone by my own folly. Forgive me my mistress. I am shamed by my behavior, and therefore flaccid in my being so undeserving of so worthy a lady as you. I beg your forgiveness. Though I do not deserve it, I hope you will grant it me for the love I do feel for you."

She smiles, and walks around in front of him. He winces, as she appears to grabs his cock again. She kisses him softly on the mouth, and then she whispers into his ear, "I will forgive, if you promise never to force me to exact such preparations again." She smiles at him, and then you see him gasp, and he looks kind of dizzy. She kisses him again, before she leans back to his ear and says, "That is better my sweet. Now you show your acceptance of your punishment, and your loyalty to your mistress - much better than pretty words. Though such swift correction can not be good for you - all that blood rushing so quickly. I would be more lenient, if I could, but your behavior does not allow for it."

She leans back a bit, and she looks at him with affection, but sorrow. Then she says, "You know I love that you are not yet fully broken. Every punishment causes another crack in your spirit, but it still lives. I cherish that piece of you, though it is not right that I should. But as long as I do my duty, I feel I can be forgiven for my affection. Of course, I also cherish your punishments, as I know you secretly do. You never go long without breaking a law worthy of it. I know you crave it. I also love that you refuse to touch me until I give you leave, but when I finally give you consent, you take my body with such abandon. I am in complete control, and you bow to my every command, but you are like an animal ravaging me, and I am taken to new heights of ecstasy when we reach our peak together. And you bring me such pleasures before our ending as well."

"I worry though, what will happen when I finally break you. When you are completely obedient to me, and there is no more defiance in you, will I still feel as much for you? Or will you break so thoroughly, that you will lose more than that small spark hidden inside. I must do my duty, though it does pain me. You must learn your place, or I will not have fulfilled the oath I made to you, when you joined the Order. Be strong, my sweet." She walks behind him, and the camera pulls out with her, and stops with him completely out of frame. So when she starts to lash him again, you can only hear him scream.

Then it cuts to this huge room, and he is in this weird bed thing, which is the only thing in the room. It's built mostly standing up, but at this deep angle, so you can tell he's completely resting on his body, not his feet. You can also see that this bed is sort of taking in the contours of his body, like that memory foam. There are some attendants hooking these restraints on him. As soon as they are done, they leave the room. She comes in, and just watches him for a second. Then she looks around at the bed and she starts talking.

"I love this room. Did I ever tell you about this bed? I'm not sure if I did or not. It was carefully created with very intentional thought. This one in particular has some interesting history. Hmm, maybe now is not the best time for a story. I should let you rest."

She starts to walk to the door, but he says, "Please my lady. Tell me the story."

He just looks so lost, when she turns back. So she walks back over to him. "I wonder, do you ask because of genuine interest, or to lesson the length of your solitude? Tell me the truth, and I may grant your request. But remember, I have always known when you are lying." The menace in her voice at the end is actually scary.

He tells her, and I believed him at least, "To hear your sweet voice is a comfort my lady. Please give me this small comfort, even if I do not deserve it."

She looks kind of touched, but then gets a little cynical when she says, "I'm relatively sure you are telling me the truth, but for once I am not certain. It seems clear to me, that you are not lying, but my mind says that you have not told all of the truth. But, I will be merciful, for the moment, and presume the extremity of this preparation - for it was extreme - is clouding my judgment." She walks around a little, but when she finishes the story, she's sort of lying against the bed on her side, and looking at his face, though he can't really see her because of the restraint on his forehead.

"The bed was designed specifically for the punishment room. The inner material is remarkable in its ability to softly cushion any form. It holds you, like a womb. The restraints are also important. They have the perfect amount of give, so you are held in place, but they can never harm you. They are covered in the same material that covers the bed. It's soft, supple, almost like skin. All of it designed for its dual purpose; to ensure you come to no harm or injury if you attempt to move, and to ensure you are completely incapable of pleasuring yourself and thereby attempting to escape your punishment. You may feel some soreness if you struggle long enough, but you are prevented from damaging your body."

She lies down like I described when she tells him the rest, "This room was the favorite of my mentor. She had a charge such as you once. He had the spark that never seemed to fade. He spent his last night, at the Order, on this bed. You may recall, when you agreed to join the Order, that you were warned of the one unfortunate incident in our history. He was that man. His preparation, like yours this morning, was severe. He had attempted to flee which is, as you know, the ultimate betrayal of your oath. My mentor told me, that he was like you. Only he wasn't so subtle in his methods of bringing on the punishment. This crime was great, and so my mentor was required to instill the most sincere of preparation. When she came for him, three days later, he was as he always was, as you always are; obedient, but ready and aching with need. She took him back to her chamber, and there he worshipped every inch of her until she told him he could share her pleasure. When he reached his peak, and brought great respect and joy to my mentor, she held him for many hours. But when she tried to speak to him, he was unresponsive. She tried everything she could, but he just stared in stupor. His eyes were open, and he breathed, but my mentor said it was like he was an empty shell. His soul had fled. She mourned his loss greatly."

Then the woman gets up, and walks around so he can see her face. He looks almost terrified, but there's also this sort of sad acceptance in his eyes. Just before she walks out of the room, she turns back and says, "He was sent home to be cared for by his parents, and my mentor left the order, and visited his family often. When they passed on they decreed that she would be his caregiver, and that she would be left in charge of their estate, so she would be able to devote herself to this task. She was happy to take on his care, and though he never truly returned to her, she said she believed he would have been happy to know she tended his former body."

After she leaves the room, the lights go low, presumably so he can sleep. It cuts around for a few hours. Sometimes he struggling and desperately trying to get out, other times he's stone still. Once he practically screams in frustration. It's a little scary.

In the morning, she comes to get him. She comes alone into the room, and he is just manic. He's sweating and hard as a rock. He also looks like he's been crying.

She walks over, and unhooks all the restraints, but he never moves an inch. She touches his face. He doesn't do anything but stare at her, but he is breathing really hard. She steps back, and he stands up in front of her. Then, he drops down to his knees, and kisses her ankle. At some point, an attendant person is standing just inside the door, and she tells them to leave and they close the door. Then she tells him to stand up, and she says, "You may touch me." He grabs at her in this amazing frenzy, and then the scene cuts as he goes to kiss her. It holds at black for a second, and then jumps to this other angle on the room.

She is alone in the frame. And the camera is showing her from a profile. You can't see below her waist really, but you can occasionally just catch her belly button whenever she arches her back. She is in the bed, and clearly in ecstasy, with him thrusting into her again and again. But it is completely silent. Finally, on this one thrust, she arches way up, and just the instant before she screams in bliss, the sound comes back and the camera pulls back enough to show him entering her hard. They go on that way for a while, just grabbing at one another and fucking like they've been separated for years. Finally she builds to an incredible orgasm.

Slowly she stops moving and you can see that he's stopped fucking her. He leans into the frame, clearly pushing himself in deeper as he does this. He kisses her tenderly. The camera goes to a tight shot of his face; there is a kind of desperation in his eyes. He says, "Please, my lady, may I pleasure you again?"

There's a close up of her face, and she looks worried, "My sweet, tell me you are well."

It cuts back to his face when he says, "My lady, I beg, let me pleasure you again? Please?!"

The camera cuts back to the side, but more close up, so you can see both their faces really well. She reaches up and touches his face, and then she says, "You may pleasure me as long as you can stay awake. When you can no longer, and must sleep, you must stop. "

He leans down, and the relief on his face is indescribable. And he says, "Thank you my lady...thank you." Then, he pulls back out of frame and she begins to writhe again, and you just know that she is being brutally fucked, and the pleasure is almost unbearable.

Later he figures out that he basically was put in the body of his double in an alternate universe. In this universe, men who join this thing called the Order of Jaze, agree to spend 2 years in this place. They take an oath that they will stay there and live as a devoted slave to their mistress, who also takes an oath to train them in obedience and subservience. If they chose, after their 2 years, they can remain in the Order, and be the permanent slave to their mistress. Men who leave are given wealth and opportunities guaranteeing they will be great and successful men. This is because they are thought of as men who understand the reverence their society shows to women, and when they make decisions that affect others, they will think of the lives of those in power and those who have none. The problem is; the machine recall was because one of the people never woke up from their stasis, and it was presumed they had fried their brains. Of course, he decides to stay in the order, and lives happily ever after with his mistress. The little epilogue thing also says that he never completely broke, and still forced her to punish him on occasion.

When she finished the story, Frank looked shocked and shaken. Alison reached up and kissed him. Then she whispered in his ear, "How would you like to be punished, my sweet?"



The Movie



Janet had been a little worried as she travelled to the location of the movie set. She knew that John had assured her that he had arranged it all and it would all be fine. She also knew that John would be arriving not long after her as he had some business to attend to first. John had said it was her Birthday treat, but she was unsure about the idea of posing topless and this was concerning her, but she knew that John would never arrange anything that would hurt her or upset her. In any case she thought, the idea of making a pretend sex video did excite her.

John had finished his business and set off for the studio. He had arranged a Birthday treat for his baby. She had told him of a dream she had recently involving Jean Claude Van Dam and John had used this information to set up her treat. She would be taking part in a soft porn video shoot, lasting only a few minutes, but he thought she would love it being as it would be with her actor hero Jean. John had only told Janet that it was a topless video, not who would be there.

Janet arrived at the building and pressed the Bell. The door opened and a stunning busty brunette in a low cut top, shorts and long boots answered the door. Janet followed the Brunette into the building and along corridors to a film set. She could see the set was laid out with a sofa, a big bed and the floor was thickly carpeted in a soft white carpet.

John was thinking about his surprise for Janet and the thoughts gave him a hard on as he travelled there on the train. He hoped she would like what he had planned for her and he sat back and dreamed some more about how it would go.

Janet had been lead into a dressing room and the brunette who had introduced herself as Sally, asked her to choose something from the clothes rack and get changed as the shoot would start shortly. 

The only person Janet had seen so far was this girl Sally. She looked around the dressing room and checked out the clothes on the rack. She saw short skirts, two piece swim suits, see through tops, skimpy bra's and panties and a silk robe that looked very sexy but very short too.

She knew from what John had said that it would only be a simple video and that she would only need to show her breasts briefly and that would be all. He told her that it would be an adventure and he would be there to be with her too. She knew she was up for it and was excited at the thought of this daring adventure, so she picked out the skimpy panties and bra and the sexy silk robe and put them on.

John's train got to the station and he was then delayed by a problem on the platform blocking the exit for 30 minutes. He was disappointed as he was keen to see his baby get her surprise.

Janet felt very sexy in the outfit she had on. She could feel the silk on her skin and the sensation it gave her made her feel so good inside. She left the dressing room and turned and walked down the corridor towards the set. She had just the flimsy underwear under the sexy short silk robe that came down to a point above her knees.

She entered the film set and was greeted by the director and the camera man. The said that she looked lovely and let her know that it was a simple shoot. All she had to do was to pretend that she was having sex with the actor and that was all. 

Actor she questioned? What actor? She was shocked to think that anyone else would be involved. She had thought it was just a video of her in which she had to show her boobs. Well the director said, here he is honey and Janet turned to see the Actor standing by the bed, waiting for her. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, it was her heart throb, Jean Claude Van dam. She had dreamt of him a short while ago and she had loved that dream so much. But he was here, with her, how could this be?

Jean took her hand and kissed it and said for her to relax as it would just be a short video with nothing going on. She guessed that John had set this up for her Birthday as she knew he was well aware of how much she liked Jean in the movies.

The Director asked them to act as though they were in a hotel room and to forget the cameras were there. He asked Jean to pretend to make love to her from behind. He said to Janet that they were not licensed to film full sex scenes so she should not worry about anything, just act like it was real.

Janet's mind was in turmoil. She was scared at the thought of making a full sex movie and was glad that it was only to be fun and only a pretend movie. She took her place on the bed as directed. She was on her knees but in an upright position, she had her robe on and glanced back over her shoulder to see Jean getting onto the bed behind her. She watched as he came towards her and saw him start to untie the belt to his robe as the Director shouted "action" from the side.

John arrived at the door and rang the bell. He was greeted by a brunette who said her name was Sally. He noticed she was displaying a lot of her large breasts in the skimpy outfit she was wearing. He did as asked and followed her into the building, listening to her tell him that they had already started filming and for him to be very quiet.

Janet kept looking over her shoulder at Jean. She could see him remove his robe from his shoulders and his muscular arms and chest came into her view. She looked down between them and she saw his robe fall behind him to reveal his naked cock, as he wore nothing beneath it. 

Janet remembered her recent dream and she noticed his cock was similar to how it was then, it was very long and very thick and she gazed at it some more whilst Jean moved up close behind her. She knew it was a pretend video but deep inside she wished it wasn't now she had seen his large cock.

John got to the set and stood out of sight, but able to see what was going on. He could see his beautiful wife Janet dressed in a sexy short robe, knelt on a bed with Jean Claude already naked behind her. He was pleased that this had gone to plan so far as he had spent a lot of time arranging for her heart throb actor to pretend to make love to her on film like this. He hoped she would enjoy the thought of being so close to Jean, even if Jean had only agreed with him to pretend with her.

Janet saw Jean reach towards her and she felt his large hands upon her hips. She could feel his cock now almost fully erect bumping against her silk covered butt cheeks. 

The director asked them to get close and to pretend to have sex in that position whilst knelt up on the bed. The director asked Janet to allow Jean to put his cock between her legs. He said it would go under her body and would be visible the other side from in front of her, it would not enter her as that was not allowed anyway. She relaxed when she heard that and as asked, she parted her legs some.

John saw what was going on and knew that it was all going to plan. He knew that Janet would not just start fucking some guy, even her favourite actor without some major sexual build up. He had told Jean what to do; the director however knew nothing he was just told to make a simple soft porn movie, no penetration.

Janet felt the hardness of Jeans cock as it pushed under her and could feel the silk of her robe between the cock and her legs as she still had her robe on. She looked down in front of her, over her silk covered breasts and was surprised to see the large bell end of Jean's cock as it emerged from the front between her legs just below her pantie covered pussy. She was shocked at how long his dick was that she could see it like that, all the way from behind her to the front. 

John watched the scene unfolding; his own cock was starting to twitch already as his darling wife looked so sexy on the film set. He saw her start to untie her robe.

Janet felt Jean behind her; he was gripping her hips and was pulling himself back and forth behind her. She could feel his cock between her legs; it banged her thighs as it pushed between them from front to back. Every so often as it passed under her body from back to front, it bumped against her panties as it did so. This feeling sent wild electric pulses through her pussy up to her brain and she knew she was already feeling wet down there.

John could see Janet's bra and panties now as he had watched her remove her robe with Jean's help as Jean continued to saw his large cock back and forth under her body in a simulated sex action.

Janet thought she heard the director's faint voice saying it was not right for the film that her bra was still on. This was confirmed when she then felt Jean behind her tugging at her bra catch and then felt that familiar release when the tight elastic lets go and she felt her breasts uncover as the bra fell from her shoulders.

John watched closely what was happening on the stage. He could see that Jean had responded to the Director's request to remove her Bra and Janet had not stopped Jean from removing it whilst he continued to move his big cock back and forth in a simulated fucking motion under her. He could see his wife's firm naked breasts and her large nipples now erect and in full view of all who were there. 

Janet liked the feelings she was getting from this innocent simulated sex motion. She liked the feel of Jean's strong grip on her thighs as she felt him pull his own crotch back and forth, moving his hard cock under her. Then she felt Jean ease his grip and slip his hands around her body as he pulled her back towards him further. 

She looked down over her now naked breasts and could see even more of his massive cock coming through her legs as he pretended to fuck her for the camera. She felt her pussy flutter as she saw it emerge each time her thrust forward behind her and pulled her back towards him. She then noticed his hands moving up her tummy and soon felt them reach her naked breasts. She felt that she should say something to stop this, but she could not once she felt his fingers work on her hard nipples and his large hands cup and squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts as they heaved up and down on her chest as she breathed.

John saw that Jean had started working on Janet now. He could see that he had got to her breasts and he knew that Janet would not be long in melting as she loved her breasts being touched. He could see her start to melt back against Jean as his hands worked their magic on her body.

The director said something else, but Janet did not hear it this time. She was too far gone with Jean feeling her breasts and rubbing her nipples between his finger and thumb. Then she felt Jean tug at her panties and she felt him pull so hard and quickly that he broke the small strap each side that held the on her body. She felt him tearing them from her body and saw them drop next to her bra as he discarded them beside her. She knew she was naked now and looking down was relived to see Jean's cock was still appearing in front of her at each thrust, although she did now feel very vulnerable with her naked and very wet pussy so close to his large cock.

John saw Jean rip Janet's panties from her. He had also noticed how Jean was still working on her breasts keeping her mind focussed there. He continued to watch as Jean roamed his hands all over her body and continued to simulate his fucking motion. The simulation was confirmed by the head of Jean's cock always being seen from in front of her as it was pushed through her parted legs.

Janet was very worked up now. The cock was still every now and then bumping her pussy, but this time as she did not have her panties, it was picking up her juices and becoming more slippery as it did so. Her pussy was dripping wet and the feelings she was getting was driving her wild. She loved the way that Jean was running his hands over her body as she knelt there and feeling her breasts and nipples. Then she felt him slid his hands down her tummy and felt his fingers slip through her pubic hair as they briefly brushed her pussy lips and circled back around her tummy. 

John watched the action with an aching cock in his own boxers. He had got used to Janet's panting and her body actions as she was pretend fucked for the film by her heart throb actor. Then he noticed a change, he heard Janet gasp and sigh softly. He saw that Jean had started to use his fingers on her pussy by reaching round her and slipping his fingers across her pussy lips.

Janet could feel Jean's fingers sliding across her lips now, and every so often he slipped a finger into her pussy. She was so very wet and all thoughts of this being just a simulation had gone from her mind. Her pussy ached for fulfilment and she was not able to stop herself wanting more and more of this attention. She felt the fingers working on her pussy. They had become so wet with her juices and had started to feel her clit. They rubbed it round and round in a circular motion just as she loved it. She felt her body shake as the fingers worked on her.

John saw Janet's upper body moving wildly as he saw Jean working his fingers deep now in her pussy. He saw that Jean was fucking her with his thick fingers covered in his wife slippery juices. He saw her pussy lips open to engulf those fingers and saw first one, then two and then three fingers at a time start to fuck her wet pussy.

Janet loved the hand between her legs; it was using its fingers to fuck her pussy. She felt so wet and could feel her own juices on his fingers as they slid in and out of her, deeper and deeper inside her. She could feel her orgasm building and wanted to cum so bad. The fingers carried on and the other hand was still working on her nipples. Then Jean buried his face in her neck and kissed and sucked her neck from behind and she let out a loud moan as her cum ran out of her body and soaked his fingers.

John saw that Janet had cum on Jean's fingers in her pussy. He wondered if Jean would wind it up here. But he was not to be disappointed. He saw that Jean continued to push his stiff cock under her as before. He watched and they settled into the same pattern as before of Jean's cock sliding under her. The he saw her freeze all movement and thought she was going to stop it there and then.

Janet had been so taken with what was happening to her breasts and pussy that she did not realise that Jean had this last time pulled back his cock a little further, then he had pushed it at a different angle. She felt it happen. She felt his huge cock push on its forward stroke, it bumped hard into her pussy lips this time not just passing by. This time it was still pushing and it did not stop until it had parted her lips fully and had slipped on into her love tube. Her juice was all over the hard thick cock as it continued to slide all the way deep inside her body. Jean had pushed all of his rock hard 10" length into her eager wet pussy. She then felt him pull back and start up a rhythm as before, except that now it was inside her.

John watched closer and saw that something had changed. He could see Janet with her eyes held shut and her body arched backwards towards Jean, he was kissing her neck and both his hands were now back at her breasts. But she was pushing back at him hard with her hips. He looked but could not see anything now from the front of the pair. He no longer could see the large head of that thick cock appearing between her legs at each thrust. He could see Jean still thrusting at her body and could see her pushing back, but could not see the resulting head of his cock as it came from under her. He knew then that Jean was truly fucking his wife now. The thought caused John to begin to tug on his own cock as he undressed himself. He could see Janet loved this and was pleased that she looked happy with her Birthday present. 

Janet felt her cum building inside her pussy again and she could not hold back as the monster cock plunged deeper into her time after time, the balls slapping against her butt cheeks as it did so. Her body shuddered and she let go with a massive orgasm, flooding her pussy with her love juices and making Jean's rampant cock even more slippery as it continued to push between her stretched lips. She shuddered and bent forward onto all fours and allowed Jean to continue to fuck her doggy style.

John decided to join his baby now that she had cum on the birthday cock he had arranged for her. He went to the front of the bed and smiled at her and offered her his erect cock. She winked back at him and reached for it with her hand and started to suck it greedily into her mouth. She was pushed forward with each of Jean's thrusts from behind her, making John's cock go deeper into her mouth as she did so. 

Janet loved the fact that she had a huge cock in her pussy fucking her from behind and had her lovely Husbands cock in her mouth too.... She was in heaven. The feelings were starting to build again now from deep in her stomach and she knew that the pounding of her pussy was making her cum again.

John loved his gorgeous wife. He could see Jean thrusting his great big dick into her from behind and could see him reach forward and fondle her swinging tits beneath her as he did so. The sight was erotic and mixed with the sucking that Janet was doing to his own cock he knew he was close to coming.....

Janet sucked John for all she was worth; she licked his cock and tickled his hanging balls. She felt Jean's cock in her pussy stiffen even more now and she knew that soon they would all cum together.

John could hold on no longer, his wife Janet was doing a fantastic job at sucking the sperm up his stiff cock. He could feel himself starting to cum.

Janet felt Jean's cock start to twitch inside her pussy and knew he was getting ready to cum, so she sucked harder on John's cock and she felt him explode into her mouth with his hot cum. Then deep inside her own pussy she felt the huge cock start to spray her deep inside with its own cum as this triggered her to cum too. Her body shook violently and as John's cock slipped from her mouth she collapsed onto the bed breathing deeply. Jean's collapsed on top of her, his huge cock still inside her aching pussy. Jean then kissed her hair and slipped his now softening cock from her body. He got up from the bed and left the room.

John lay down and snuggled with Janet on the bed. He could feel her breathing so hard and her body was still quivering. He circled his arms around her and whispered Happy Birthday to her. 

Janet's head was spinning; she had never cum so hard before. She felt John slip behind her and felt secure and safe as he whispered into her ear. Then she felt his still hard cock slip easily into her stretched and soaking pussy. She felt him start a gentle motion; she could feel her juices and those of Jean allowing John's hard cock to slide into her easily. She arched her back and pushed back onto him to take him deep into her, feeling the hardness as it went back and forth between her lips.

John loved his Wife and loved to make love to her. He worshiped her fantastic curves, the terrific shape of her butt, the roundness of her soft breasts and her delicious shoulders, all these things filled his brain with sexy thoughts about his darling wife. He knew he could hold back no more.

Janet felt John's hands on her. She loved to feel him touch her. He was so soft and gentle and treated her like a lady and she loved that. She could feel him tense now and she pushed back harder wanting his seed inside her. Then she felt him grip her tightly and felt his cock spurt its load deep into her hot pussy making her cum one last time, her juice running all over his hard cock.

They lay for a while on the bed before they noticed the director fucking Sally at the back of the studio. Sally was riding the director from on top. Her large breasts were bouncing as she did so and when she rose up they could see his large cock as they watched her push up and down on that long hard cock. They could take no more as they wanted to get home to make love and let them selves out and went home to have some more fun in their own bed. 




The Movie



It was coming up on 8 am when I arrived at the non descript Los Angeles building to make pornographic movies. As I entered the office the producer looked up from behind his mahogany desk and greeted me.

I'm 20 years old and I am a Transsexual male to female named Michelle. Estrogen therapy had actually begun for me a a young age. I was 18 and just out of high school when I had administered my first shot. Now, even in panties I can pass. My hips are 34 and breasts are 34 B. I have a 27 inch waist.

I had contracted to make two movies for Eden Studio. We would begin shooting before the day ended.

The set for the first picture would be a maroon and white floral pattern sofa, and coffee table. Cameras would be positioned to view the scene from each side. At least one was capable of extreme close up shots. The director sat in his canvas backed chair positioned along side an entrance.

I perused a copy of the script. Four of us were about to play roles in what would eventually become a twenty minute movie. Two were men. The third was a female. 

It would be a few minutes before shooting would begin as the crew prepared the set with proper lighting, and camera angles. 

I sought an opportunity to become acquainted with one of my co stars. I looked at his boyish face. He looked back smiling. He was broad shouldered with wide chest and narrow waste, dirty blond hair just to the base of his ears and blue eyes. He had to be the most handsome guy I had ever seen. Like me he was new to the porno movie business.

"Hey babe," he said. "How are you doing. It looks like we're co stars."

"Fine thanks," I replied.

"My name is Ryan Paul."

"It's nice to meet you Ryan Paul. My name is Michelle Jayne."

"Is this your first film?" 

"Yeah I just got in this morning a few minutes ago."

"I made one a couple of months ago. It was a different cast."

"Where was it set?"

"It was on a beach and by a rocky sea shore near San Francisco."

"I'll bet it was nice."

"My co stars were gorgeous."

I detected just a hint of an accent. It sounded British perhaps or maybe Australian.

"Are you from UK?"

"Actually I'm Australian. I come from near Sydney."

"I grew up in Oregon."

He looked briefly over at the other male co star.

"That boy is fucking hot."

"Yes he is," I replied. "Do you swing both ways?"

"Yeah I do," he answered. "My last film was an all male cast."

"Go for it."

My other co star came by and introduced herself. Like me Sarah was also transsexual. A very attractive brunette whose hair rested on her shoulders, she looked to be my age. 

"Hey there, I guess we're working together." 

"Yes," I said, "We are."

"My name is Sarah."

She had just introduced herself when the director told us that everything was ready.

As the story opens we see Ryan with a male lover played by actor Rudy York. Rudy was another of those irresistible, gorgeous men hired for porn movie roles. He stood five ten with an athletic build, sandy blond hair, blue eyes and full lips. 

The scene began. Ryan and Rudy, secret lovers, are naked as they walk into the master bedroom. Not far from the sofa and coffee table a king size bed was positioned. Sarah, starring as Ryan's wife, and I watch from just behind the camera.

In front of the camera the two men went at it. Rudy lay with his legs up on Ryan's shoulders while Ryan, kneeling, pushed his seven inch man meat into the orifice. Rudy grunted and moaned softly feeling Ryan's big balls smacked against his buttocks. After a few moments Ryan finished and cum dripped out from the condom as he pulled it off his member. Rudy's cum made white droplets and thin streaks across his torso.

Our scene was coming up. In the following scenes Ryan's wife would catch him with another man. For her revenge she would also cheat. I would be her partner.

Her scene begins. The jilted wife, still clothed at this point, comes home from a hard day at the office. Shocked and angered, she leaves to visit her best girl friend.

Sarah knocks on the door of Michelle's apartment.

"Come in," I answered.

"My beloved husband is cheating. But get this! He's cheating with man."

She breaks down at this point and is crying. I didn't know from where inside her soul the tears came, but they were real.

"That sucks!" 

In character, I hold my girlfriend close.

Removing our clothes, we begin to caress each other. She closes her hand around my dick and strokes it gently. I slip two fingers onto her clit and and rub it gently. She begins to moan softly at first then loud.

For the scene Sarah wore an artificial pussy like a girdle. Provided for her by the studio, it closely resembled human flesh in feel, texture and color.

By this time, having worked my member into an erection I eased my lover down onto her bed. The scene called for her to fake an orgasm. Within minutes she began to give a spectacular performance. 

It didn't take long to shoot the scene. As the cast walked off the set there was an opportunity to chat. She approached me.

"Where are you from?" 

"Oregon," I replied.

"Colorado," She replied. "It was nice working with you." "You too," I said.

Another scene was about to begin. This time I went in front of the camera and played the scene with Rudy starring as my boyfriend. Cuddling up to each other I allowed him to stroke my cock. His open hand moved up and down gently while his other hand circled my left boob. I went onto all fours. My small cock was flaccid. Rudy's big stiff meat hammered my asshole.

Naked and enjoying each other, Ryan and Sarah watched from behind the camera. 

As the day ended I knew that I didn't want to be alone in the city. My co stars were accessible. I approached Sarah.

"Would you like to go some place for coffee?"

"No," she answered quickly, "but I'll go out for a bite to eat with you."

I knew that she had transsexual issues and concerns. So did I. We left the studio together.



The Movie



***All individuals in this story are over 18, the video was shot when the girl was a senior in highschool, she was 18 at the time***

HE KNEW HE KNEW HER FROM SOMEWHERE! Josh stared at the laptop screen in shock, he had completely forgotten about this movie. He sat there mute, his hard on all but forgotten, he didn't even notice that the world around him seemed to fade away as he watched the movie that he hadn't seen since he was a senior in highschool. 

The movie was poor quality, shaking merrily as the man in the film came hard into the waiting mouth of the girl who he recognized instantly. He could just barely make out a poster in the background showing Jessica Alba in a bikini on the beach, obviously the guy's room he thought in a daze. 

Wait, why am I thinking about the poster? He thought to himself, as the girl smiled big at the camera, opening her mouth showing a large milky load on her tongue and some stretched out on the left side of her teeth like a small piece of gum waiting to be blown into a bubble. He listened intently remembering how many times he had masturbated to this same film in highschool. He knew the next part and watched in newfound awe as the girl made mumbling noises trying to talk, she laughed a little at herself and swallowed the load happily. She smiled up at the camera obviously reveling in the euphoria that you can only feel after satisfying the one you love. 

She spoke then with the voice that he had come to know well, "How was that baby?"

"God that was amazing" he replied in the way you speak when short of breath, and a tone reflecting just how tired he felt.

"Is that what you wanted? This way you can help yourself out whenever I'm away at track meets." 

"Baby that was the..." he started to say as the video cut.

Josh stared in wonder as the video looped back to the beginning, replaying it again. He watched in amazement and began seeing just how her body moved, how the shape of her hips and the size of her breasts were so much those of the girl he knew. Josh wondered how he could have ever forgotten all that had happened, all that this video had caused... 

Josh couldn't pull up his e-mail fast enough.

That girl had caused so much drama that this would be the perfect revenge he thought to himself as he waited for his college e-mail to load. He shook with anticipation and impotent fury at how long the load was taking. He almost threw his laptop when the screen came up depicting large words saying that E-mail was temporarily down and that it would be up as soon as possible, but quickly thought better of it as this laptop was now sold gold in his hands. As he stood up off his bed and put his still very hard member back in his pants, he silently thanked his parents that refused to buy him a new laptop when he came to college. He went quickly to the drawer in his desk and almost stumbled over his chair as he fished out a thumb drive. God, he thought to himself, this is going to be amazing. When I tell the story behind this video, that girl will never be able to show her face around here again. Hell, he thought, she might even transfer to another college entirely to get away from this, just like in highschool. 

He thought back to all of the things that had gone on since she had transferred to his college in their Junior year. Remembering the parties where she tried to start so many fights. Thought back to when she was living with his brother Jared and had created such a mess of his life. Many of the frat brothers still wouldn't talk to Jared because of her; she had walked into his life, and subsequently all of theirs and proceeded to cause havoc. The angel wings tattooed on her back were such a deception he thought, she came here and began the lying and stealing. He felt the anger rise in his chest, warming him all over, as he thought about Dave, who she had dated shortly before Jared. We should have known, we should have trusted our brother before kicking him out. Those scrapes on her face, the bruises on her side just didn't add up to her story, but we were so worried about the backlash from her sorority that we acted quickly, Dave never had a chance. How foolish we were.

Finally! Josh thought as the e-mail came up without issue this time. He had just finished copying the video onto the new thumb drive, and opened up the e-mail page. He started a new e-mail and pulled down the distribution list for his frat. All 100 members would soon have all the ammo they needed to make this girl's life a living hell.

"GUYS!" he all but wanted to yell through the e-mail, to scream his elation to the chapter.

"Holy shit you're not going to believe what I found! I totally forgot that I went to highschool with Fallon!" Writing her name out somehow seemed to make this whole surreal moment seem real to him for a moment, then quickly scampered back into the surreal.

"Take a look at this video, it's hard to tell that it's her until the very end, but guys that's not the best part, she had to leave senior year from the highschool because after this came out to the whole school and a big spectacle was made, parents called in and everything... turns out the dude in this movie was her cousin! They didn't know and they had been dating for about 4 months when this all happened and only just found out when the parents were called in, and the dude's dad and her dad were brothers but they hated each other and never talked! They didn't even know they were living in the same city! The whole thing was crazy, and she left middle of the school year in embarrassment. Gentlemen, I give you the answers to all of our Fallon problems....in one 10 minute video..."

Josh sat back surveying his good deed for the day, he quickly attached the video to the e-mail, then paused one last time to read through the e-mail. Just then Josh's roommate Kevin busted into the room. Josh looked up startled, silently glad that he had put his still raging hard on away to type up the message. Kevin was wearing the black frat T-shirt that they all wore for intramural sports, the front read Delta Theta Kevin. To any Greek and casual observer it would look like DO KEVIN. Josh had his own lying on the floor silently screaming the world DO JOSH. Otherwise Kevin was simply wearing normal jeans and flip-flops with black Oakleys on the top of his head pushing his hair up on an odd sideway Mohawk. Kevin wasn't a large guy but at 160 pounds and some history in boxing in highschool he was decent guy to have around in a fight. 

Josh was about to yell out to Kevin to look at the video but Kevin interrupted first.

"Hey man we're about to go to the bar you want to come?" in a tone that always sounded like forced calm to Josh.

"What time is it?" Josh said, thinking to himself that he had only just woken up an hour ago

"It's like 2 in the afternoon man we're way behind the power curve here"

Josh cringed at that saying, he didn't know why but when ever Kevin used the phrase, behind the power curve, it set Josh's teeth on edge. It dampened his mood enough that he wasn't as excited about letting Kevin see the video, it can wait Josh thought.

Josh calmly replied, "Man I'm pretty hung over from the beer Olympics last night"

Kevin looked at Josh evenly, "Is it leaking?" 

Josh tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion "Is what leaking?"

"Your vagina you girl!" Kevin all but shouted "Come on, your girl Stacy doesn't get out of class for another hour she can meet us at the bar."

Josh thought quickly about what Stacy would say if he sent everyone the video about Fallon, they being sorority sisters and all. Even though Stacy doesn't like Fallon she would still be pretty upset about letting something like that out, it would embarrass the sorority that's for certain. He thought quickly and decided to wait on it and see what he thought about it later.

"Ya man give me a sec let me change and I'll go to the bar, who's going?"

"Rod, Beater, and Tyler and then whoever else when they get out of class. And what do you mean change, that's fine!"

Josh looked at himself, still wearing the jeans and blue collared shirt with the thin white t-shirt on the outside saying in huge red letters ITALY, the country he had been representing last night. He had been too drunk to take them off and just fell on top of his bed outside of the covers. He still couldn't figure out how he got home last night.

"Man this is what I wore to the Olympics last night I'm not going out in this"

"Dude just take the white shirt off, no one will know"

Too tired to argue anymore, Josh stood up, took both of the shirts off, tossed them on the ground and pulled on a new polo from the open wardrobe.

"Okay, lets go" Josh said already pulling out his phone to text Stacy letting her know to meet them up.

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Two hours later, Josh was nursing his drink at the bar, his hangover finally catching up and making his head throb. He looked around the dimply lit bar, still very appreciative of how they managed to have a tree growing inside the bar and up out of the roof. It was the staple of the place, along with being one of the easiest places to get minors in to drink as no one ever carded. It was as easy place to pull guys fresh into college as they thought it was the coolest thing in the world being in a bar with frat guys. Didn't take much more than that to sell them the frat life, especially when half of the girls who walked in, even if they didn't know us personally, knew Delta Theta. 

As Josh was looking around the room half paying attention to the conversation at hand, some anecdote about one of muscle-man Beater's conquests, he saw Stacy walking up. She was pretty as ever, long blonde hair down, behind her shoulders, short, about 5'3", slim, maybe 110 pounds. Large C cup breasts displayed nicely in her blue halter-top looking even larger as she was such a small girl. As she came closer he noticed as always the small barely visible freckles along her cheeks moving slightly upward toward her eyes as they came closer to her nose, he often fondly thought back to how many times he had blasted her face with his cum, always aiming for those freckles.

"Hi guys!" She said as she walked up with a slight bounce in her step, which bobbed her hair and more importantly her boobs nicely. 

She's oddly chipper thought Josh, with a worried twinge. This is how she acts when she knows something is about to go wrong and she wants to break bad news to people... She doesn't even like Beater, and normally clams up around him. Luckily Kevin picked up on this also and called her out so that I didn't have to.

"Okay, out with it Stacy what's going on?"

Stacy tried looking innocent for a second then just gave up, "How do you guys always know?" she wined in a playful way.

"Because you're an awful liar" said Beater in a gruff tone

Stacy glanced at Beater and just ignored him, and then she broke the worst news of the day. "Fallon found out that I was coming and decided to invite herself"

Groans and muttered curses were the chorus sung around the table, as Josh's stomach did a flop. Should he say something here and now? Or wait until she gets here and drop the story? God the look on her face would be priceless. I can't wait to get this bitch! Still though, he worried about what Stacy would say. Josh and Stacy had been dating for almost six months now, which was surprising. Most guys in Delta Theta had a girl around for a month, two at most before moving on to the next, it was one of the trademarks of DO and they lived by it. It gave them a huge reputation with guys and girls alike, but the girls kept coming around any way. On brother remarked it was like flies to the heat lamp that kills them. 

As Josh was stewing on what to do about Fallon, the devil herself walked in, in all of her glory. As much as everyone hated Fallon, no one could say that they didn't want her. She was gorgeous, hands down. At 5'7" pale skin, C cup breasts that didn't seem as large as Stacy's even though they were about the same size, skinny maybe a 125 but she was built like a supermodel. Her long legs perfectly toned in those skintight jeans she always wore which hugged perfectly around her ass which stuck out perfectly and firm. Years on track teams had made her ass a thing of wonder. Large, yet not too large, but it was her hair that really made her look complete. Raven black hair, hair so dark that in right light looked almost blue, surrounded one of the most perfect faces anyone could imagine. Skin was perfect, even in its paleness. 

Words can't describe... Josh thought to himself as he and everyone else at the table involuntarily caught their breath. Stacy shot a dark look at Josh and then rolled her eyes; she had come to expect this and try to not get offended about it. She just knew that's how men are. 

Fallon looked around seeming bored when she got to the table, "So who wants to buy me a drink?"

Finally coming out of their daze, to their credit thought Josh, everyone gave her an icy stare. They had been around her enough by now that they knew they were getting no-where, and now none of the girls in the bar would talk to them. It's hard to try and impress a guy when someone like Fallon is standing there. It didn't take long though before the first of the freshman guys started wandering over from the other tables, obviously encouraged by the older guys from other frats who knew all about Fallon already and were smart enough to stay away. The freshman offered to buy her a drink which was a nice relief as she was distracted and talking to the kid. Poor guy thought Josh, he was about to buy her one of the most expensive drinks in the place just to have her say take a hike. 

Much like Josh had expected the poor kid was shoved off and Fallon turned back to the table. "God this place is a dump; I don't know why you guys come here."

"To get away from you" Offered up Beater, god bless him.

The raven haired queen looked darkly at beater and said "Beater you're so fat and ugly, just being around me should be a compliment for you...you should thank me anytime I stand near you and then apologize for how bad you smell."

Well, thought Josh, at least he tried, probably doesn't help that she was right on all counts, minus the thanking her....pretentious bitch.

Kevin, trying to distract conversation said to me "So bro, what are you up to this weekend? Going to Bob's party?"

Right as Josh was about to reply I heard Fallon talking to Stacy saying, "You really need to do something with your hair it looks awful, and this shirt, god you look like a homeless person in these rags."

This put Josh over the edge, he had had enough of Fallon and he finally had the ammo to put her in her place. "I think my cousin is coming in town" he said loudly enough to get Fallon's attention "God I love my cousin, don't you love your cousin Fallon?"

He could see her slightly twitch at this comment and he knew he had struck a chord. She quickly recovered and said "What? Why are you asking me?"

Piss poor recovery, thought Josh staring at Fallon with a knowing smile, now everyone at the table knows something is up. Well, except Beater.

She used the distraction of another guy coming up to buy her a drink to walk away. Everyone looked at me confused and almost unanimously said different versions of "What was that about?"

Instead of going into the story, Josh simply shrugged it off and said he didn't know. No one bought it, but no one pressed him for it because they knew if he didn't want to talk he wasn't going to. Josh had other things on his mind though than what his friends and girlfriend were thinking, a plan was forming and he loved it.

******

It was days later when he finally got the strings pulled with a brother to make a dummy account on the college e-mail system. As soon as it was made, Josh hopped on, dodging questions about what this was about and quickly opened a new e-mail while plugging in the thumb-drive. He wrote a quick note right before attaching the movie to the e-mail and sending it to Fallon's account. The note was simple and to the point, something common but still odd in the wrong situations. He wrote "It's a beautiful thing isn't it?"

******

It didn't take long for him to hear about something amiss, stories about Fallon, freaking out and logging off of the computer at the library before running out. Her crying at the sorority house and then screaming at anyone who tried to get close. Everyone thought it was something about a boy and they couldn't believe Fallon would fall this hard for some guy that they knew nothing about. She was especially close to the girls in Sigma even if she didn't pledge with any of them and transferred from another school, which is rare. She was often scorned and hated, but also deeply loved by others, which is something she hadn't known since highschool. Perfect, thought Josh with a smile.

*****

Josh was sitting on his bed at home watching the movie, slowly stroking his dick before going to the library to meet with a group to study for an upcoming test. At this point it had been 2 days since he had sent the e-mail and word was getting around that things with Fallon were coming back to normal. He watched Fallon's large breasts sway back and forth from an angle at the guy's hip level and to the right side. She was bent over the side of a bed and the guy pounded into her with a steady rhythm. The guy looked large but not as large as Josh, he thought proudly. If Fallon was moaning this much to this guy imagine what she would do with this, Josh thought fondly as he looked down at his fat 8 inches. 

He hadn't gotten laid or blown in three days and the pressure was starting to build up. He could feel the extra sensitivity of his dick as his hand slowly went up and down. He was mesmerized by the sight of Fallon now lying on her back both legs swung to the right side obscuring the view of her face but since they were open gave a straight shot from the camera at her pussy. Landing Strip thought Josh; I wonder if she still has that now? He watched avidly as Fallon and her cousin rolled over with her on top. The camera shook making everything blurry until finally focusing on her landing strip bouncing up and down on her cousin's dick. The camera pulled back to show her large breasts bouncing quickly as she built up speed. She leaned back and clutched both of her boobs, one in each hand and began twisting her nipples as she rode. She quickly hopped off of him making the camera shake again, then suddenly clear, and without bothering to clean the penis or anything, as Stacy always makes Josh do, she engulfed him in her mouth. 

Load sucking sounds came from her as she bobbed up and down quickly. Strands of hair came out of her pony tail to fall around her face making it even more difficult to see that it was her, her pony tail bounced around wildly like it had a mind of its own before finally settling down as the moans of the cousin changed from enjoyment to a more taxed sound. He got louder and louder as she finally cleared away the hair and looked full into the camera making those green eyes unmistakable. She locked her lips around his pole and slowly continued to bob her head, as he came moaning loudly, never taking her eyes off of the camera and the cousin. 

Josh almost spewed right there, but held back...he wanted to see that again. So he watched it again, and again. Then just the cum shot, twice. Feeling more and more turned on every second. Then his alarm hit and he realized just how late he was. 

Shit! He said to himself, feeling his balls tighten up wanting to cum but knowing that he had no time, he stopped short and put his dick away. Stacy should be coming over tonight he thought, it's been 3 days and I haven't had any action. This load will be huge tonight, especially after giving myself blue balls now, he thought grimly. Then he thought, well hell, since Stacy hasn't taken care of me in the last couple of days she can take the load. He thought that he would make her take it in her mouth today, it being such a huge load it would be a pain to clean up... and besides, it's kind of hot when her eyes get all wide because there's too much and it's all going down her throat. She hates swallowing but sometimes it's that or choke thought Jake with a smile. Sometimes, he thought to himself, I'm a mean person.




The Movie Lovers Ch. 01



Dear Reader: The following story is a fictionalized account of some recent experiences. The names and many other details have been changed significantly to protect the 'guilty.' In order to make it more interesting and erotic I have followed the Christian Black's suggestion in his essay entitled "A Philosophy of Porn" and placed my tale in "Pornotopia." In other words I ignore such issues as safe sex, condom use, and other less than erotic aspects of human biology.

There won't appear to be much connection between the title and the events in this first chapter but trust me its relevance will become obvious in the succeeding chapters, which will follow shortly.

I hope you enjoy and welcome all comments and constructive criticism. My thanks to my editor, funnygent32. 

Marcy

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As I think back over the last year, I hardly recognize the woman I was before meeting Nick. You see, I grew up in a conservative Catholic family where sex was literally never mentioned. In my 31 years I have never seen my mother -- much less my father - naked. As a result I was quite shy about such things and so compared to most of my girlfriends, I was pretty naive. 

As a kid I fell in love with gymnastics and I was pretty good. At eleven and twelve I had dreams of the Olympics but at thirteen a huge growth spurt - that never included my breasts - left me 5'10" and gawky and my coach discouraging my Olympic dreams.

Since I was popular enough to have my pick of the 'nice' boys, I managed to avoid the issue of actually having sex until I decided, just before heading off to college, to finally get it over with. Even then the idea of being naked in front of boy was humiliating because of my meager endowment 'boob-wise.' As you can imagine the outcome with two 18 year old virgins -- especially with one of them as uptight as me - was less than spectacular and so I was in no hurry make sex a big part of my life in college. There were two boyfriends in college with whom I had sex but I guess neither was all that experienced and so I graduated never having experienced an orgasm involving anything but my own fingers. I liked men, a lot; I just didn't see what was so great about sex and given my upbringing, I tended to avoid those conversations with my girlfriends that might have led me to expect more.

After college I went to work in NYC for a large ad agency that offered plenty of opportunities to meet and date men in both the art and business worlds. Maybe I was just unlucky but my experiences with artists led me to conclude that they were either gay, total narcissists, or both, and the investment bankers and lawyers I met mostly seemed to enjoy bragging about their deals and their fees. The last of these ended particularly badly. A handsome early-forties lawyer charmed me for a month before I discovered that his wife was summering in the Hamptons. My friends all laughed at me, saying that a transfer to San Francisco was like jumping from the frying pan into the fire as far as finding interesting, straight men was concerned; but having just turned 31, I was ready for a change. 

I rented an apartment in the City and although I soon made new friends and quickly grew to enjoy the office's more relaxed atmosphere, San Francisco is definitely a very gay scene. Now gay guys are great fun, don't get me wrong, but as I settled in and started getting over "the Roger-who-rogered-me," as my British friend branded him, I began feeling a little lonely and horny for some real, un-married, heterosexual male companionship. 

About that time my best friend at the agency, Rita, a Mexican-American woman who dealt with the Hispanic side of marketing, invited me to a party at her home in Marin County, just over the Golden Gate Bridge. Rita is a true Latin beauty, amazing cheekbones and light brown skin that attested to some Mayan or Aztec heritage. But her height, 5'5", and slender build suggested that some conquistadors were in the mix as well. One of the many things I love about her is her brash and bawdy sense of humor, which she often expresses in a rough Mexican accent that always makes me laugh. 

"Come on up. You need to see some trees and grass and even though most of the men are taken at least they're not gay." She urged and I accepted and that sunny Saturday afternoon I was off to the land of hot tubs and chardonnay in my favorite new hip hugger Capri's and a modest top that offered just a hint of midriff. While I may lack the boobs to be runway model material, I'm tall and thin and I've learned what flatters my figure.

The drive north to San Rafael was lovely, but I was surprised at Rita's beautiful home, which was nestled back in the hills among huge trees. I knew that her husband, Carlos, was in the music business but I had no idea he was so successful. Rita must have been watching for me and as she opened the door she let the whole neighborhood know that "baby sister" had arrived (though I was barely five years younger) and that I had to meet her Carlos.

I knew that Carlos was Cuban but I surely wasn't expecting this Carlos. He was big (6'5" at least) and very dark, powerfully built, and obviously still in great shape for a guy in his early forties. Most of all, he was an absolute sweetheart as he swept me along, introducing me to their guests as he refilled their glasses. I was half scanning the other guests scattered around their patio and backyard when I realized that the man Carlos was introducing me to had no tell-tale ring (or tan line) and I was being introduced as the most beautiful single woman attending.

"But Carlos," I demurred, "I think I'm the ONLY single woman."

"Well, this is the only single man. So you should meet. Marcy, this is Nick. He lives up the street and he's a lawyer, so don't trust him!"

As Carlos moved off, leaving me with Nick, I said something really stupid: "So are you an ambulance chaser." I stopped, suddenly realizing that unlike back on Wall Street, he actually could be one. Fortunately he laughed.

"No, I'm just another corporate type, though I am, shall we say, semi-retired and doing more interesting stuff these days."

He went on to describe having been corporate counsel for an internet start-up during the late '90s and how, after helping them go public, went to another and then another, acquiring along the way a reputation for getting those things done. He laughed as he added that fortunately he'd sold his stock right after he'd moved on from each company. All and all he seemed a charming guy: taller than me (6'1"); good-looking; probably quite rich; but at 45 or so, I was thinking perhaps a little old. Still ...

A little later, Rita sidled up to me when Nick had gone off for drinks, and nodding in his direction said, "Good guy." She told me that Nick's wife had died not quite a year ago, that he was 46, and not "back in the market" so far as she knew. 

Nick soon returned and I found myself very much enjoying his sense of humor as well. He mentioned his wife's struggle with cancer briefly but moved on quickly to charm me with stories of the sybaritic '80s and '90's when everybody was getting rich on the dotcoms and the telecoms and, ultimately, the con-coms - as he put it - and the parties were outrageous. When I observed that things seemed to have calmed down a bit, he laughed and said that things were not necessarily as staid as they might seem that night. 

"A few of us still partake in the demon weed and the hot tub parties are just a little smaller."

"Well believe it or not, pot did make it to NYC."

"But nothing like the stuff I've got at my house."

OK, so I was buzzed on the wine and he was so charming and I do like a little pot now and then - and he lived just up the street. Off we went with Rita leering as she saw us sidling out the gate. 

Nick led me through his house stopping only briefly to get his stash and another bottle of bubbly before heading to his backyard. Not surprisingly, given the combination of a charming man, a warm August night filled with bright stars, several glasses of wine, and now stoned out of my mind, I was a pushover and frankly happy to oblige. 

Kisses led to mutual groping and when he suggested we go inside, I asked, "Would it be too bold if I asked to see your bedroom? You know I'm only doing this because you're a complete stranger and I never expect to see you again," I warned as we began fumbling with each other's buttons.

"Bedroom, sure, but let's suspend judgment on the rest."

I lay back on the bed with a sigh. His mouth tasted great and we sucked each other's tongues for a bit before he kissed his way south. 

"I haven't done this in a while," he said.

"You can practice on me," I said as he spread my legs and nuzzled my crotch. 

Wow, I can attest that he hadn't forgotten a thing. He took his time kissing all around my nether lips before gently inserting his tongue. After probing deep inside my already quite juicy pussy he whispered, "Mmmm, so tasty," (something I assure you every girl is relieved to hear). As he alternated between sucking on my lips and licking deep inside me, I could feel myself just gushing with pleasure but also starting to hope that he wouldn't forget my clit. 

Well that turned out not to be a problem. He was so gentle at first, licking just outside the hood, then finding my clit ever so lightly on the up-strokes of his tongue. Sensing my growing need, he moved in for the final assault. Well, not really an assault, rather I felt him pulling back the hood with his fingers and begin a gentle direct tongue massage that ever so slowly accelerated and intensified. Soon my hips were thrusting wildly against his face but Nick managed to stay right with me, working my clit cunningly as I thrashed to an incredible orgasm. He even sensed when ultimately it became too sensitive and moved down to suckle on my engorged lips.

Having given me a marvelous orgasm, I expected that Nick would now want to fuck me or have me suck him, which I would have been happy to do; but he surprised me. He stayed right where he was. He kissed and licked and probed and sucked my pussy -- making very nasty sounds that I found strangely erotic - until he sensed that my clit had calmed down. When he returned to it -- WHOA -- his expert tongue had me over the top again in seconds. Then he went back to my pussy once again, making it clear that he wasn't done with me yet.

Now in my experience with men - not vast, say 10 or so ... and maybe a few one night stands that shouldn't count - most consider it de rigueur to give it a lick and some will try to satisfy, but no one had ever attended to my clit like Nick. OK, it's true that I've since learned that he just generally really loves pussy but I was the current recipient and he was fantastic. I didn't keep count but it seemed like he stayed with me through a half-dozen orgasms: some gentle, some intense, all were great. Finally, feeling almost guilty, I practically begged him to fuck me. Of course I offered to suck on him first, but, as he got up on his knees between my legs, it was clear that he was already rock hard. 

"Tasting you and watching you cum does seem to have done the job," he said. "You can suck him later. Right now I want to be inside you." I was craving the feel of him as well and happy to oblige but I was a little surprised that he might want me to suck on him after getting himself all wet inside me.

Now Nick is tall and his dick is big, but it fit really, really well. "Goddamn, that is sexy," he said, as he watched his cock slide deep inside me. 

"I'm afraid I'm not going to last long," he said as he tore his gaze away from our crotches for a moment and gave me a boyish almost embarrassed smile. "Play with yourself or I'll never get you there in time," he groaned as his dick plundered my delighted pussy.

Well that was something new. I had never masturbated with a man watching before; but then I'd never cum on a man's tongue so many times either. He'd certainly earned a special request. So I did. 

First I got my fingers nice and wet with the juices that were leaking from my pussy. Then I began stroking my clit as Nick fucked me and watched. In moments I realized that watching him watching me was getting me even more turned on. It was wild exposing myself so lewdly and masturbating for a man I barely knew.

"See what you've done to me," I moaned as I pulled back the hood to expose my swollen clit as I stroked it. Several times he pulled out of me entirely and stared up into my open hole before plunging back in more forcefully than ever. His lust was almost palpable and I loved being its object. "Cum in me darling," I cried, as I felt my moment arriving and together we shuddered as with powerful thrusts he pumped his load deep inside me. 

Not sure if Nick would want to go another round, I gently fondled his softening member. "I think it will take him a bit to recover from that explosion. Please stay the night," he muttered as he collapsed beside me and soon drifted off to sleep. I touched myself gently while I reflected on the fact that I'd never had even close to so many orgasms in one evening.

I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning. Nick was already up. After taking a shower, I slipped on the flesh colored thong (essential for the somewhat transparent white Capri's I had worn the day before) and one of Nick's robes. I found him in the kitchen ready with both OJ and coffee. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting gym trunks and a tank top that showed off his muscles nicely. Now I'm no runway model but I do have pretty good legs, which I decided not to hide as I sat on a stool at his kitchen counter and let the robe fell open. I caught Nick staring at the flesh colored thong that peeked out below. 

"That's a flesh colored thong not me."

"I know, too bad," Nick responded with a chuckle.

I did my best to ignore that comment while I ate the English muffin he offered. "Hey, show me your house," I said to change the subject.

Nick's house was just lovely. It was in an older neighborhood but whereas many of the homes had been rebuilt as mansions, he had kept the original almost cabin-like feeling. He had added a couple additional rooms and remodeled the others to make it beautifully light and airy. Most of the rooms opened onto a lovely backyard with towering trees (redwoods, I learned) and a small pool. One of the rooms that opened onto the yard was a fully equipped home gym with a hot tub just outside. Being a bit of a gym rat as a result of my years of gymnastics, I really appreciated his high quality equipment. In addition to free weights and a nice multi-position workout unit, he had an elliptical trainer as well.

"I've always wanted to try one of those."

"Well now's your chance," Nick offered. 

"I'm not exactly dressed for it," I said, gesturing at the knee length robe.

"Take it off," he suggested, "Nobody else can see you back here and I certainly won't complain. Come on I dare you."

He shouldn't have said that. I may be a bit prudish, but I hate having other people know it. 

"You seriously expect me to work out on this thing topless with only a flesh colored thong?"

"Yeah, sure."

I don't know what came over me but I took the challenge. "OK, show me how it works," I said, as I shrugged off the robe and stepped onto the machine much more confidently than I felt. 

Well in no time Nick had the thing going and there I was holding onto two ski pole type things and striding along. Fortunately the elliptical motion did not set my breasts to bouncing up and down too dramatically. Actually my breasts don't bounce all that dramatically even when running. They're solid B-cups: firm, and they still don't droop; but they definitely don't qualify as large or bouncy. 

Nick seemed to appreciate them at least, "Nice, very nice," he said as he ogled my chest. 

I'm sure I blushed but secretly I was pleased to notice the bulge in his shorts had grown. About that time his phone rang and he went back to his office to take care of some business.

After about ten minutes or so I was beginning to work up a bit of a sweat and was beginning to wonder when Nick was coming back when I heard a noise outside the screen door. When it opened I was stunned to see a guy who looked familiar from the night before.

"Uh, hi," he stammered, "I thought it was Nick working out. I was just returning his pole-pruner." Of course he was staring right at my boobs and from his angle - off to one side - the thong probably wasn't visible. 

So there I was clutching these ski poles while semi-jogging on this thing. I couldn't even cover my nipples for fear of falling off. "Could you please stare at something other than my tits." I sounded annoyed but was really more embarrassed. It didn't help that my nipples -- with minds of their own - were jutting straight out as I fumbled for the stop button.

"Sorry," he said grinning, "you're so lovely I couldn't help it. Please don't stop on my account. By the way, I'm Ken. We met briefly last night."

"I'm not naked," I protested as I stepped off of the machine and headed for the robe.

"I see," he responded, as he eyed my crotch for a long moment. I looked down and realized to my mortification that a trail of sweat had trickled down my belly and dampened the thong rendering it utterly transparent.

"Well not quite," I muttered and then finally I just had to giggle. "Avert your eyes sir, they've seen enough," I commanded rather uselessly as I slipped on the robe.

"Just tell Nick that I returned his tool and please excuse the interruption," he said as he turned toward the door. 

"He's back in his office, if you want to talk to him."

"That's OK, gotta run. Nice seeing you, Marcy," he added with a grin as he ducked out the door.

He left me feeling oddly confused. Certainly my first reaction had been embarrassment but then I had to admit it had also been a bit of a turn-on being so exposed and obviously appreciated. After a few moments reflection I decided to continue working out. Finding it difficult to do bench presses in a robe, I chucked it again, which was how Nick found me. 

"Your neighbor stopped by."

"Who, Ken?"

"Yes, and I was half naked on that elliptical trainer."

"Lucky stiff! Bet you made his day."

"Think so?" I asked a little miffed that he took my statement so casually.

"Yeah, I bet he's chasing his wife all over the house right now."

I had to laugh. We then worked out together for a bit and Nick showed me all his fitness toys. Afterward we showered, made love, and showered again before heading off to brunch.

"I want to see you again," Nick said over his eggs benedict.

"I don't know," I teased, "I don't sleep with men on the first date because now you're going to think I'm some kind of slut."

"Can't we call that an accident. You know, ships passing in the night that just happened to get entangled. That will make dinner Wednesday night our first date."

Well I didn't want to play too hard to get; after all he was nice and absolutely great in bed, so I accepted.

Of course when I arrived back at my apartment there was a message waiting for me from Rita. She wanted all the details, naturally, and I gave her some. But I have to say I was struck by how happy she seemed for Nick. It was reassuring knowing how much she liked him. At least I wouldn't have to worry about hooking up with some demented axe murderer.

The Wednesday evening dinner with Nick was delightful. I found that we generally shared worldviews, political views, and we made each other laugh. I suspect that sharing the same sense of humor is greatly underrated in falling in love. OK, it's true that more than once I've jumped into bed with a guy who seemed hot only to discover shortly thereafter the narcissistic bore within. But Nick was proving to be different: smart, funny, rich, and not obsessed with getting richer. He didn't even try to get me to sleep with him, insisting that it was only our first date. It was easy to accept when he invited me to his place for the weekend. We agreed to meet in Sausalito for dinner. 




The Movie Lovers Ch. 01



Now I doubt there's a woman on the planet able to resist Sausalito, a great dinner with a fabulous view of San Francisco across the bay, and a charming handsome single man. And I had no interest in even trying. If great sex would help him out of his mourning, I was more than happy to be the facilitator.

After dinner, I followed him to his house. He poured glasses of wine and we sat together in his living room. With unobstructed full-length windows and doors opening onto the deck just outside, the room seemed to merge into the backyard allowing us to enjoy the surprisingly warm evening. As we embraced and he kissed my neck, I could feel the chills going straight to my nipples and further down. Our open mouths soon met and our tongues took turns hungrily exploring. When he slid a hand up to caress my breast, I arched my back to meet and encourage his exploration.

"Would you like to try the hot tub?" he asked. It was one of those classic round redwood units.

"Truth?"

"Of course."

No messing around, I decided. I wanted him to know that I wanted him as much as he seemed to want me. 

"I'd like to get naked but I don't need to get wet," I replied.

He smiled as I stood up from the couch and faced him.

Earlier I had decided that I really wanted to do something special for Nick after the amazing orgasmic experiences I'd had the previous weekend. Soft jazz was already playing in the background and I told him to take off his shoes while I refilled our glasses. I was wearing a black dress - rather low cut - that barely reached mid-thigh and underneath it only a half-bra and one of my tiniest black thongs. I began swaying to the music. Strange, I'd had boyfriends ask me to do a striptease before but I had always refused citing modesty and embarrassment. Now here I was initiating a performance simply because I sensed Nick would like it.

It helped a lot that he was so encouraging.

"God, Marcy, you look so hot in that dress! You know every man in that restaurant was lusting after you."

I didn't, but the thought was surely a turn-on as I turned my back to him, lowered the zipper, and let the dress fall. Now I'm no fool and I took it to heart when an old boyfriend told me my tits may be "B's" but my ass is "A+" so I've always dressed -- or in this case undressed -- to take advantage of that fact. My thong was of the near butt floss sort so when I unhooked and dropped my bra I was almost naked from behind. With zero experience at this striptease stuff, I hoped that the sight of my butt swaying to the music was sexy enough - the thought of doing the old bump and grind seemed just too much. I cupped my breasts as I turned to face Nick, tweaking my nipples, although frankly they were already hard as eraser tips.

"Damn you are sexy," he moaned as he ogled my tits. 

"Would you like to suck on them," I said boldly, offering up my nipples as I straddled his legs on the couch.

It felt soooo great as he licked and sucked first one then the other. And he knew just the right amount of tooth to apply to send marvelous twinges to my pussy. But this was supposed to be for him, so I found a way to unbutton his shirt even as he sucked and fondled my breasts. Then I opened his shirt and kneeling, began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. With a little help from Nick, his pants were soon off and I was greeted with a nice hard cock.

Up until that moment I'd always put blowjobs in the duty category -- a necessary warm-up to the main event. But I felt I owed Nick something special given the wonderful licking he'd given me the week before and, I hoped, would soon be receiving again. "What a beautiful cock you have," I said as I began licking around the tip. It was true. His dick was ramrod straight and circumcised with a large, sexy vein running its length on top and a nice mushroom shaped head just slightly larger than the shaft. While not huge he was among the very largest in my experience and, I already knew, quite capable of giving me that well-filled feeling. As I squeezed the shaft with one hand and sucked on just the tip I tasted a dollop of cum that oozed from the slit. 

Frankly, up until that moment I'd always avoided getting cum in my mouth thinking it kind of gross; but his was rather nice. It seemed both slick and sticky at the same time and the slightly salty taste was definitely not unpleasant. I stroked his shaft again and another dollop appeared. When I realized that Nick was watching me intently, I looked straight into his eyes as I licked it up and smiling said, "Tasty." I felt his cock throb in my hand in response. This was fun! 

"Damn you are beautiful with my dick in your mouth."

For a moment I thought I should take offense but I realized that knowing he was watching so intently was exciting me as well. I decided to take it as a weird compliment. Slowly I took him in my mouth as deeply as I could and was rewarded with a heartfelt, "Oh Yeaah!" With such nice encouragement I happily set up a rhythm, bobbing up and down on his cock and taking about half of it into my mouth each time. In retrospect that blowjob wasn't all that spectacular but, given how little I knew then about really pleasing a man, it was the most sincere and enthusiastic one I'd ever given.

After a few minutes of licking and sucking, I stood up, which put my crotch with its tiny triangle of concealing fabric right at his eye level.

"Like what you see?" I said as I slipped my thong off. But when I looked down at myself I was mortified to see that I had forgotten how puffy my pussy gets when aroused and the closely trimmed pubic hair that I'd intended as the surprise did little to hide it.

"Oh yeah, and it tastes even better," Nick replied as he leaned forward and slid his tongue between my lower lips.

I was already practically dripping with excitement and really wanted this to be special for him so I soon straddled his thighs and impaled myself on him moaning, "Oh, I just have to feel you inside me."

I love being on top! You can get that dick to rubbing just where you want it. Nick was happy to let me do my thing as he gazed hungrily at my little boobies bobbing up and down in front of his face. As his hands moved up to touch them I arched my back, offering them up for his pleasure. He caressed my little globes gently and I wiggled my shoulders in appreciation. Soon his thumbs and forefingers found my nipples and as he pinched them it felt like there was direct wiring from them to my crotch as a jolt almost electric in intensity hit my clit.

"Oh!" I cried out.

"Too hard?" he asked as his fingers relaxed their grip on my erect and now throbbing nipples.

"Oh no. Don't stop! I mean, I'll tell you if it hurts ... too much." 

He smiled, his fingers returned to their work, and I just kept riding him with abandon. Now there are times of the month when my breasts can be a bit tender; but this wasn't one of them. Happily it wasn't long before he had one of my nipples in his mouth - and then the other. At first he sucked and licked, which I've always enjoyed; but then he began using his teeth -- just a bit -- and I knew by the wicked smile on his lips that he felt my pussy spasm around his cock in response. Then he dragged his teeth across my nipples delightfully. Every time he bit them I think I moaned but followed it with an, "Oh yes!" so as not to discourage more. Wow, Nick's cock was buried as deeply inside me as I could get it, I was grinding my clit against his belly as hard and as fast as I could and he was practically chewing on my nipples. Of course I came: a shuddering, moaning, hip grinding, massive cum that left me collapsed on his chest. 

"Ooops!" I said finally. "My plan was supposed to be getting you off."

"Don't worry about me. I'm sure I'll get mine," he said with a grin. "You don't understand what an incredibly sexy thing it is watching you cum. I hope I didn't hurt these beauties," he added as he licked each of my nipples and blew on them softly.

"Oh no, I never knew how good that could feel."

I lifted myself off Nick's cock and stood up wondering how he'd like me next.

"Let's go out on the deck and fuck under the stars," he suggested, gesturing to one of the redwood sunning platforms I could see through the window. Well I'd never actually had sex in the open air before. Cars, yes, a couple of times; but doing it outside in the open air, I guess no one had ever even suggested that. But I'm not a prude and it was his backyard.

"You don't suppose Ken will be stopping by?"

He laughed. "Not likely, come on."

So out we went. It was indeed a beautiful warm night and it felt deliciously naughty to be reclining naked on the mattress pad ready for sex.

"I think it's time for some serious crotch licking," Nick said as he lay down beside me with his head at my crotch and his dick in my face.

Well that really surprised me. I'd never known a man to be interested in licking me after he'd been inside me (even if he hadn't cum there) and I was sure I'd never sucked a cock coated with my own stuff. This wasn't the normal progression. Nick was now kneeling above me, spreading my legs, and plunging his tongue into what I knew was a sopping wet pussy. On the other end I was faced with a nice hard cock waving just above my mouth and glistening with my own juices. Since Nick was busy making my clit and pussy feel so good, I really wanted to reciprocate. "Get over it," I said to myself as I slid my mouth around his cock. Everything was definitely more fragrant and flavorful than earlier; but I found the muskiness curiously arousing and the taste -- well, let's just say I'm not bad on a dick. 

It was kind of funny. With my hands grasping his butt I was doing pull-ups to slide my mouth up and around his dick; but each time I did his balls would bounce off the bridge of my nose. They were large and hung down quite far but were not real hairy. I wondered if he would think me perverted if I kissed them. So I tried it. I assumed the ecstatic "Oh Yeah!" meant he liked it. 

It was such an odd point of view, having a man's cock and balls hovering above my face, but his wonderful tongue was doing marvelous things to my pussy and clit and, wanting him to feel as good as I did, I soon returned to sucking his dick with enthusiasm. I found it rather erotic: I could tell Nick wasn't trying to make me cum nor me him; we were just making each other feel good while savoring each other's genitals. To be honest, it was the first time I really got into sucking a dick.

But soon Nick kissed his way up to my nipples and turning around asked, "How would you like it Marcy?"

Without a word I simply rolled over and stuck my butt up in the air. He smiled and moved behind me first caressing my cheeks then sticking his face in my exposed crotch and his tongue in my already sopping pussy. I was a little embarrassed when I realized that his nose was practically sticking in my butt. I think it was the first time I used the word 'fuck' in his presence. I was so concerned that I said, "Fuck me now, I need it now Nick," as much to get his nose out of there as because I was so horny!

Of course he hardly needed encouragement. I felt his cockhead rubbing my swollen lips for a moment but I was so well lubricated that he slid right in with the first thrust. Soon he was plunging into me with his full and considerable length and it felt just wonderful. Somehow he managed to vary the angle just a bit with every stroke, often nearly pulling out before thrusting back to the depths of my vagina with a slow steady rhythm. Suddenly inspired, I started wiggling my butt with each thrust and I could tell immediately that we both liked that a lot.

There was a "Damn that feels good," and a "Fuck you are beautiful!" from Nick as I shook my ass. As for me, his cock was literally rubbing everywhere and wonderfully. I reached down between my legs and a few strokes on my clit had me cumming immediately but I knew as I collapsed on the bed that Nick would not mind.

Well he didn't exactly give me a lot of time to come down from that really big 'O' before he rolled me over and spreading my legs plunged that beautiful cock right back inside me. Actually, it was more than OK! 

"Oh yes! Give it to me darling!" I begged. I could hardly believe I was talking like such a slut. But Nick sure wasn't offended. In fact he started pounding away even harder and faster and I was oh so ready for that kind of treatment. Finally, as we reached a fever pitch of intensity and I grasped my own thighs to spread them fully, he slid his hands up my body and firmly squeezed -- really pinched -- both my nipples. That electric shock definitely went straight to my clit and I exploded. He didn't have to say a word as I felt his body tense and then, while spasmodically thrusting deep inside me, fill my depths with his warm cum.

Wow! We'd been screwing like rabbits for nearly an hour. I snuggled my head against his chest while our breathing slowed. After a bit I went inside and got us some water. 

When I returned I let Nick doze for a moment as I sat on his deck and just soaked in the blissful feeling of being truly well fucked by a lovely man on a warm August night under towering redwood trees.

"Hey bud, how 'bout that hot tub?" I eventually interrupted.

He opened his eyes slowly and smiling said, "Sure," and off we went. There was plenty off kissing and fondling in the hot tub and later; but it was Friday night and we'd both had long days. As I drifted off to sleep later, I remember muttering something about wanting lots more sex tomorrow and Nick saying, "No problem."

Every time I woke up that night we were wrapped together in some way or other. Maybe it's just a 'new lover' thing; but it felt so good, smelling him, feeling him (and I did let my hands wander) and then drifting off to sleep again. I remember awakening just after dawn and finding an impressive hard-on in my hand but when I stroked it a few times Nick awakened and trundled off to the bathroom. The next time I awoke it was daylight and I could smell the coffee. Actually it was right there by the bed -- a steaming hot cup. 

Nick's plan for the afternoon included a little work on a boat in Sausalito. Ken owned it but Nick shared in the slip rental and maintenance and so had sailing rights as well. After a light breakfast we worked out together in his gym but this time I was prepared with workout clothes. Granted they were my sexiest: cotton shorts, loose fitting around the thigh (and very short) and a tee shirt cut off barely below my boobs -- no bra and no panties. Even though I'd always been a pretty modest person, I was beginning to enjoy flaunting myself before the ever-appreciative Nick. I hoped that stolen glimpses might be as erotic as outright nudity and I sure didn't want to be caught naked if Ken wandered by again. 

It was great fun giving him just a peek at my nipples when I lifted the bar over my head or a flash of my crotch while doing bench presses. Nick made no pretense of not staring at the targets of opportunity I offered and it was obvious that his cock was at least half hard underneath his shorts. This was really getting to me, too, and once, when I stretched my arms over my head, the bottom of my T-shirt rose above my nipples, which were so aroused that they caught the edge of the shirt and held it there across the top of my breasts when I dropped my arms. OK, so I couldn't help giving them a shake and frankly I loved it when Nick rubbed his cock lightly through his shorts in appreciation. 

Nick has broad shoulders and abs a thirty-something would envy so I found myself appreciating his body as much as he obviously did mine. The teasing and some touching went on as we continued our workout but I think we both knew we wanted to let the energy build for later. 

While Nick was finishing up with some aerobics, I went off to take a shower. I remember the next moments well. After the shower, I was casually perusing the titles in the large bookcase in Nick's bedroom while absently blowing on my fingers to dry some touch-ups to my nails. I noticed that one shelf was devoted to DVD's. As I looked through the titles -- he seemed partial to collector editions of old movies -- I realized that the quality of the packaging changed dramatically for the group at one end. A quick look at the titles showed them to be porn. I was standing there in shock looking at some dumb DVD - "A Load in Every Hole. Vol. 3" I think it was -- and wondering how I'd gotten myself involved with a guy who needed to watch perverted sex to get aroused, when Nick strolled in.

"I see you noticed my porn collection," he said calmly.

"Ah, excuse me Nick. I really wasn't prying. I was just drying my nails ...," I trailed off lamely not knowing if I was embarrassed and humiliated for myself or for Nick or for the both of us for that matter. 

Nick reacted calmly. "Yeah, I watch dirty movies. As I mentioned, there's been a substantial dry spell in my life, as far as a sexual partner is concerned, but that doesn't mean the testosterone stops flowing. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, I guess."

Now I was embarrassed. Jerking off occasionally during the years his wife was sick didn't seem like such a crime and Rita had informed me that he was totally faithful to her to the end.

"You know, I've never actually watched a porn film. I mean, I'm not a prude or anything, it's just that the situation never came up." Suddenly and somewhat ironically, I found myself praying I didn't appear judgmental.

"Maybe you'd like to watch one with me sometime."

"Ah, sure," and then to change the subject, "Which one is your favorite?"

"I'll have to think about that," he demurred.

Nick headed off for the shower and I was left to sort out my feelings. OK, I admit that practically the first thought that flashed through my mind was, "He's been looking at all these beautiful, big-titted porn stars doing -- whatever -- how he can find me sexy at all?" Then, "I wonder if he's into all kinds of bondage and sadism ... or who knows?" 

I had very mixed emotions. 



The Movie Lovers Ch. 02



As Chapter I ended I had just discovered that Nick, the man I was beginning to fall for, kept a collection of porn videos. Given my uptight Catholic upbringing and inexperience with watching porn, I was deeply troubled that my new flame might, in fact, be a pervert. You might want to read "The Movie Lovers: Chap.I" before reading this one. It was posted on 2/10/08.

By the time Nick was out of the shower, I was dressed and soon we were on our way to brunch with nothing more said on the subject of porn. Afterwards we planned to visit his friend Ken's sailboat, which was docked in Sausalito.

When we got to the boat, Ken and his wife Liz were already there. Introductions could have been slightly awkward since Ken was sort of leering at me, waiting to see if I would acknowledge our previous 'encounter,' I suspected. So I seized the initiative giving Ken a quick, "Hi," and then turning to Liz, mentioned that I remembered meeting her at Rita's party. 

"Yes, I remember," she said adding, "I hear that I have you to thank for the great schtuping Ken gave me last Sunday morning. I couldn't figure out why he wanted to do me in our workout room until I extracted the truth."

Nick caught my eye and, remembering his comment, I had to breakup laughing. Wanting to somehow match her 'ballsiness,' I responded, "Glad to have been of help. I assure you that Ken was very well-mannered for a voyeur."

Ken turned a well-deserved beet red as the rest of us laughed. 

Up until that moment all of my very slight experience on boats had been on powerboats. This was something entirely different. I'll describe it as Nick has instructed me. It's, oops, SHE's a 40' wooden sloop; cutter rigged, with a 40hp auxiliary, and a full keel, built in 1948. Some of you may know what all that means. I now know some of it; but basically, she is a beautiful old wooden sailboat with one mast and an amazing need for attention and money. Of course, the guys explained, that's why she's a she. I praised their success at keeping her in such great shape.

"And I can assure you this old bitch gets more attention than a lot of wives I know," Liz interjected. "Let's put the boys to work and I'll show you around," she added. Nick looked unhappy that he was not going to be my tour guide but he and Ken went off to work on their project. 

Liz was something else. Although I knew from Nick that she was 45, two years younger than Ken, she had the body of a 25 year old. She was just slightly shorter than me at about 5'7", a platinum blond, and, while she possessed not the slightest trace of cellulite or wrinkles, she did have one of the most amazing sets of knockers I've ever seen. It wasn't just that they were large; the halter-top she was wearing was cut for the maximum possible décolletage and revealed their perfect shape. It seemed unbelievable that gravity hadn't taken its toll over the years. In fact, it was unbelievable; unreal would also be fair.

Liz immediately discarded the tour concept and led me back to the cockpit where she had a bottle of Champagne chilling on ice. Soon we had the cockpit cushions spread out and were catching the afternoon rays, flutes of Champagne in hand. Clearly my visit was expected.

Liz started right off by telling me what a great guy Nick was. She and Ken had known him since they had moved into the neighborhood five years earlier and had been friends through his wife's illness and eventual death. She said that the boat had become his refuge in recent years and that she was actually quite happy that he and Ken spent so much time working on her. 

"It keeps them off the streets and if this solves their mid-life crises, it's far better than some young bimbo," she said and then stopped. "Of course, the bimbo line refers to Ken; I'm really happy to see that Nick's found you. Oh, and bimbo doesn't apply to you. I didn't mean that!" she added quickly.

I laughed and said something about Ken having to look pretty hard to find a bimbo that could match her looks.

She laughed as well and said, "I have no intention of letting that happen."

I learned that Liz was a psychiatrist and her practice was focused on family counseling.

"I firmly believe that some form of mid-life crisis occurs for nearly all men and many women. It's really just natural that as the kids are leaving and the mate is starting to look a little frumpy, a man - or a woman – might seek something new and exciting to help them feel young again. That's why I decided to become the thirty-year old that Ken might be lusting after in his fantasies. What do you think?" she asked as she turned, showing off a great pair of thighs below board shorts cut so short that they barely covered her ass. 

"A little work on the eyes and the thighs, a little butt lift here, a tummy tuck there, and these!" she added, cupping a breast with each hand.

"I think you overshot. You look more like 25 than 30."

She laughed and we toasted, clinking our glasses together.

"I know there's more to life than just looking sexy but my breasts were smaller than yours to start with and after breast feeding two kids, they had almost disappeared. I like looking hot and I like the response I get from Ken – and other men."

"Well I can't argue with that. An admiring look always helps make my day and I have to confess, it was quite titillating being caught by your husband. Oh, and I'm so glad it paid off for you too."

"Of course it takes more than just a fresh young body to keep these guys interested," she continued. "I think that for men of any age, but especially as they get older, it's all about sparking the imagination. But Ken and I have always communicated pretty well, so once I decided that routine sex just wasn't doing it for us anymore and I got this tune-up, it was easy to start exploring our fantasies together. And ever since, well, it's been great."

I was really enjoying Liz; her honesty and openness were so refreshing. So I decided to go for it and ask her the question that was troubling me.

"I'm curious, this morning I noticed that Nick has some adult movies by his TV."

"So? Honey, I doubt there's a man in the world that doesn't have a little stash of porn somewhere and if there is, the guy's probably some religious freak you wouldn't want to know! Ken has his collection. In fact we watch them together. I guess I should be bothered when he's humping me while watching some nubile 19 year-old do two guys but, hey, I'm getting the benefits too. Besides, I insist that he pick movies where the studs are young and well hung."

I had to laugh. "So, I shouldn't worry that Nick's a porn addict."

"Nah, you should watch some with him; you might learn something; I sure found some of them inspiring," she said with a wink.

I laughed, a little nervously this time, but it did set me to thinking. I couldn't picture Nick as more of a pervert than I could handle; moreover, I was growing very fond of him. But I was afraid there was some awkwardness left over from the morning. I would have to think of something to defuse it.

We passed the afternoon getting tipsy on champagne while she regaled me with stories about nutcase shrinks and I shared some of my adventures in New York.

Eventually the guys joined us and after they had some beers we headed off for a late afternoon pizza. The three were old friends but they went out of their way to make me feel comfortable. Liz and I were buddies already and Ken was quite sweet, although I did catch him checking out more than my face. It surprised me as I wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing and his voluptuous wife was sitting right next to him offering a great view of those amazing boobs jutting out of her halter-top.

After the pizza we headed home separately and as Nick drove, I pondered whether to broach the subject of porn again.

Earlier Nick and I had planned to watch a movie at his house and I'm sure both of us were looking forward to more hot sex. Nick had mentioned some old movie just released in a collector's edition but, reflecting back on my conversation with Liz earlier, I decided to seize the moment and see if I could defuse the porn issue that I'd come to be embarrassed over. 

"If you've decided what your favorite adult film is, why don't we watch that? You and Liz have gotten me curious."

"Liz?" he asked sounding surprised.

"Yes, she was telling me how she and Ken watch them, it sounded like fun"

"They do huh? Well sure, why not."

"So have you decided on your favorite movie?"

Well I was thinking about this "Best of the Old" DVD I made. It's a compilation of scenes from some VCR tapes that I transferred when DVD's became the standard."

"Well, if it's some of your favorites, it sounds perfect."

He lived close to the pizza joint so we were home very quickly. I began to feel frustrated that Nick was acting so calmly while I had been obsessing over this issue all day. He made it seem as if watching porn was going to be the most natural thing in the world while I was on pins and needles in anticipation. Then an inspiration hit me.

I cuddled under his arm as we walked to the house, and purred in my sexiest voice, "It would really be exciting if we could watch it the way you would watch it, if I weren't here."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean don't you masturbate?"

"Well yeah, of course I jerk off; that's the point."

"So I want to watch. After all, you had me playing with myself, remember." I couldn't believe myself. I'd never talked like this with a man before.

"But that was because I couldn't reach your love button myself," he answered.

"So wasn't it even better watching me strum my clit?" I challenged. (Can you believe me?).

"Well, yeah."

"So it would really get me going to see you, you know, doing it ... puhleease," I wheedled.

"Uh, well, so what are you going to be doing?"

A negotiation. Wow, I hadn't thought about that. But I suspected he was hoping I'd play with myself again. "

"I don't really know. Like I said, I'm pretty much a virgin at this porn thing. Maybe you'll inspire me," I said with the most salacious grin I could muster. (Well that sure worked. I swear I saw his prick jump in his pants when I made that comment). 

I was really starting to have fun with the brazen babe role so I asked, "So what does one wear to a jerk off session?" 

The moment I said that I was really afraid that I'd stepped over some boundary. I didn't want to demean his interest but rather show I was curious – and at least potentially - accepting. Fortunately, he laughed.

"Well, usually I jerk off naked," he said as he continued chuckling. 

"That sounds just delightful but perhaps I shouldn't give away all the goodies too soon." I said batting my eyes in an absurdly coquettish fashion that soon gave us both the giggles. 

Nick said he needed a quick shower after his afternoon of boat maintenance and I agreed that sunbathing in the cockpit with Liz had been hot work. Not surprisingly, he suggested we shower together but I demurred citing feminine hygiene needs. Actually, I suspected we'd get all hot and bothered if we showered together and I wanted things to proceed much more slowly.

After very quick showers we met in his home theater/TV room: i.e. a big flat screen TV with surround sound and a comfy couch facing the TV. He brought out a bottle of cognac and glasses of water. After settling down at one end, he gestured for me to relax at the other so that we somewhat faced each other as well as the TV. After inserting the DVD he fired up his pipe. The combination of the sweet smoke, cognac, and oh yes, I forgot, chocolate, was deliciously decadent and I was quite high quite quickly.

"So as I said, this is a compilation of my favorite scenes from some video tapes that I wanted to get rid of. Don't want too much of this stuff lying around; women might think I'm weird," he said with a silly grin.

"Making it sounds like a lot of work. I don't know about making DVDs but for me just finding the place where you want to start copying an audio tape is such a pain."

"It was a tough job but there was a great deal of satisfaction every night that I worked on it," he said with a smirk.

I was slow but I got it eventually. "So show me your 'hard' work. I expect perfect cuts and fade-ins and, oh yes, I expect the guys to be handsome also."

He stopped. "Uh, well I guess they are. I don't really remember the men; except they generally have large cocks."

"Well that's a start," I replied as he started up his movie.

I was wearing just my mid-thigh length kimono, bright red, with nothing underneath. As the DVD began, I was sitting demurely with my legs folded under me and Nick was sprawled at the opposite end in a robe also. 

The first scene began with a beautiful brunette with large but natural breasts welcoming her hunky husband home from work. She was dressed quite provocatively, obviously hoping to get laid, but it turned out that all he wanted was a beer and Monday night football. Of course she wasn't happy with this and began trying to seduce him by nuzzling his ear and rubbing his neck and chest. He told her not to bother him but she wasn't about to give up. 

She then moved around in front of him and began a striptease. As she removed her bra and started playing with her nipples you could see the hunk was beginning to be severely distracted as he attempted to watch both his wife and the game. No surprise, the young woman was stunning; in fact, having so little experience with the genre, I remember being surprised that a woman so gorgeous couldn't use her body to find something better to do for a living.

Pretty soon she was lying back on the floor in front of the TV playing with herself through a tiny g-string. That got hubby's full attention and, I noticed, Nick's. I found myself fascinated, watching as she slid the strip of fabric aside to reveal a completely shaved crotch. It surprised me a little as I always assumed that we women leave at least a little patch of fur. 

She wasn't content with just holding the g-string aside and in one smooth move she lay back and by lifting her legs up and bending her knees, slid it off. Then, spreading her knees, she gave us a full shot of her pussy as she dropped her feet to the floor. "She certainly seems to know what a guy wants to see," I thought, as I glanced at Nick and noticed that he and the hunk on screen were both giving her their rapt attention.

"See how wet I am," she said breathily as she spread her lips and slid her fingers between them. Well we certainly could - her fingers and outer lips were glistening with her excitement. The hunk on the screen shed his shirt and pants to reveal a great body and a half-hard cock, which began growing impressively when he started stroking it. At that point the camera abandoned the hunk and moved in to focus tightly on the brunette's crotch. She teased her swollen lips and spread them apart. Then she plunged first two then three fingers deep inside. Each time she withdrew them it left her ever more stretched and we could see well up inside her. 

I don't know about the hunk but her efforts were certainly appreciated by Nick. His cock had emerged from the opening in his robe and with a sigh he threw it open, allowing me a full view of his naked body as he began stroking himself contentedly. It occurred to me that there seems to be a strong connection between a man's eyes and his cock when the sight of a pussy is involved. And why not I realized, weren't my nipples hardening and my pussy responding as I watched him stroke his turgid tool only a few feet away?

I decided to let him know that I was enjoying the whole scene as well and eased my hand under my robe to squeeze my nipples. "Let me see," he whispered. Happy to distract him from the voluptuous woman on screen, I let the kimono fall open as I stretched my legs out on the couch.

"Looking at your dick has kind of gotten me going," I said as I cupped my breasts and showed off my nipples.

"Anything I can do to help?" he responded.

"No way, stay where you are. We're watching a movie," I objected and turned my attention back to the TV. 

Meanwhile the woman continued to slide several fingers in and out of her hole while now massaging her clit with the other hand.

"Want to watch me make myself cum," the woman said to the hunk. Hunk presumably agreed, for the fingers on her clit began strumming it ever more rapidly.

"Oooo baby, I know you want to suck my hot wet pussy soon," she moaned as she removed her fingers from her pussy and sucked on them. Yum, I taste so good. Oh, I'm getting so hot." 

Her hips were bucking clear off the floor as she jammed those fingers back in and her other hand became a blur as she vibrated her clit. When the orgasm hit her, the camera pulled back so we could see her writhing body and her face contorted with pleasure.

When I glanced over at Nick, his dick had, if anything, grown even more impressive as he stroked it more urgently. When he noticed me staring, he said, "You know, the old boy gets a little sore without lubrication."

"So what do you use for lube," I asked.

"Usually Vaseline."

"That wouldn't taste real great," I responded.

"Maybe you could just slick him up with a little saliva," he said hopefully.

"I could, but that doesn't mean we're done with the movie," I said as I slipped off the robe and crawled across the floor to his lovely member.

"Here, this should do it," I said and then took him as deeply in my mouth as I could several times. When I withdrew, I paused to study its mushroom-shaped head and noticing a little cum leaking from the hole, I licked it up before spreading my saliva all around.

"Check it out," I suggested. It was an incredible turn on watching him stroke his hard-on just inches from my face; but I knew that I'd better get back to my side if we were going to keep watching the movie.

Feeling totally decadent I lay back and let my legs fall open to offer a bit of my pussy for his viewing, if he were so inclined. By this time our hunk was between the brunette's legs lapping up the juices left over from her cum. Hunk then went from licking all around her pussy to sucking and pulling on her swollen lips. We could see that he was shoving his tongue as deeply inside her as possible as she wiggled her hips in appreciation. Wow, I knew exactly what she was feeling but I hadn't been able to see much when Nick had had his head between my thighs. Knowing how a tongue feels and now seeing it do the job: I swear my pussy was juicing up just like hers and I hadn't even touched it. You could call it voyeurism, I guess, but I'll call it empathy.

I'd never thought of my vagina – or vaginas generically – as beautiful, as some feminists insist; but, looking at that girl's with those inflamed lips leaking her lust, I had to admit it was incredibly sexy - if not exactly beautiful. Soon the hunk moved up to play with her clit but first he pulled the hood back to expose it fully for the camera, which must have been just inches away. 

"God, it must be weird to have a camera so close to your privates," I commented.

"Maybe she enjoys it, exposing herself. Some people do, I hear."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to go on in this direction. I certainly didn't want to admit that I was actually wondering how I would feel in her position and was finding the idea not just weird but also arousing.

Meanwhile, hunk had gone to work on her clit with his tongue and the brunette, who seemed to love wildly humping anything available, whether it be her fingers or in this case his face, was making it tough for him to hang on. Finally he finger fucked her with one hand while strumming her clit with the other and that finally sent her into another frenzied orgasm. The camera angle shifted slightly so that we could see her heaving chest and rapturous expression as well as the floppy lips around her slightly gaping pussy.




The Movie Lovers Ch. 02



"Wow, I think that was for real, don't you?" I said softly. 

Somehow my own hand had found its way between my thighs. I spread my own legs a bit to offer some alternative viewing but I realized that I'd have to do some serious shaving if I was going to offer the same unobstructed view of my sex that our porn star was providing. I guess I was shedding the last remnants of modesty – at least with Nick – at that moment.

Nick just smiled back and nodding toward his cock with its swollen head protruding enticingly above his fist said, "He sure thought it was for real."

Inspired, I said that it looked like he could use a little more lubrication and then slid off the couch. Swinging my little titties as best I could, I walked on my knees to his side. I wrapped my hand around his hand so that he couldn't release his dick and then wrapped my lips around the exposed head and deposited a healthy amount of saliva. Swirling my tongue all around the bulbous head, I spread my spit before withdrawing.

"There you go; give that a try."

He did and it was so hot watching him slide his hand over the top of his dick to spread my saliva all over it as he began slowly pumping it again.

"A little more please," Nick requested and, of course, I was happy to comply. I noticed that our brunette was now giving her hunk a blow job and decided to stay where I was on the floor, my head on Nick's belly, while I watched her perform. Given that Nick and the hunk were quite similar in length and girth I was amazed to see the brunette, after just a few warm-ups, start swallowing his entire length. And here I thought I was 'Miss Deep-Throat-Queen' when I'd managed to get a little more than half Nick's length in my mouth. 

Curious, I got up on my knees, removed his hand from his cock, and lowered my head to take him in my mouth. As I felt his cockhead approach that spot where you know you're going to gag if you press further, I wondered, "How does she get past that? Her jaw isn't especially long. She's got to get past that thing." So I tried pushing a little further and not surprisingly, instead of pleasure, rewarded Nick with a spectacular display of coughing.

As it finally subsided I asked Nick, "How does she do that?" gesturing toward the screen.

"I can honestly say I have no idea," Nick said laughing.

Well Liz did say I might learn something. The brunette was making it clear that she was truly an impressive cocksucker by taking him in so deeply that she could have kissed his balls. Then she kissed his balls. Actually she did way more than kiss them. Holding his cock up against his belly she proceeded to explore every inch of his scrotum with her tongue. Hunk's dick, twitching in her hand, proved that was quite effective and when she began sucking each ball into her mouth, his moans of pleasure and Nick, picking up the tempo as he rubbed his dick, convinced me that I had been neglecting an important erogenous zone. Just never thought about THEM, I realized. If Nick would like that, well I would be happy to provide. Besides, I was becoming curious to know how a ball would feel in my mouth. 

After a few final deep throats, the brunette distracted me from thoughts of ball sucking when she straddled his lap and smoothly impaled herself on his now slick dick. She leaned forward, he spread her cheeks, and we were offered a close-up view of it sliding in and out, tugging her swollen lips along with every stroke. A couple of times he pulled out entirely and spread her lips to offer us a view of her gaping, juicy, inner self. It certainly gave me a much better idea of what Nick had seen when he had done that with me. It was kind of sexy, I had to admit; but what really appealed to my more prurient side was imagining being her, not looking at her. Hmmm.

"I think you need to fuck me now," I said.

"First let me have a taste," Nick responded as he lifted me up on the couch and positioned me so that I could watch the movie - or him. Feeling just absolutely, divinely decadent, I happily flung my knees wide delighted to have him put that wonderful tongue of his anywhere he wanted while I watched the hunk's big dick send the brunette off to heaven.

As I watched, she turned around and still astride his thighs, but now facing the camera, proceeded to strum her clit. Well, I came right along with her thanks to Nick's tongue doing MY clit to perfection. Then the hunk did her from behind and we both came again. There were several more positions but at some point I lost track of sex acts and orgasms, as mine seemed to merge with hers'. All I remember is that at some point I had Nick's fingers in my pussy and his tongue working my clit when suddenly the hunk pulled out of the brunettes' pussy and, fisting his cock wildly, sent ropes of cum across her face - much of it landing in her open mouth. 

Believe it or not, that was the first 'money shot' I had ever actually seen. Oh somewhere, I had heard or read stuff about porn and knew that the guys often shoot their cum on the women's faces. The idea sounded gross. The reality sure wasn't. I'd never felt warm sticky cum on anything but my hand but it sure looked sexy, so sexy that I even came another time just watching it.

With that the scene ended and I begged Nick for a break. I'd cum so many times that I was afraid that my clit was becoming numb. Nick settled on the couch beside me and together we watched the start of the next scene while I recovered a bit.

Well, I could certainly see why Nick selected this one – two girls and a guy! It began with the women telling him that their friend, the guy's ex-wife, was always bragging about his big dick and now that she's out of the picture they want to check it out. He complained that he was depressed about her leaving and just not into sex. Of course the girls took that as a challenge and began putting on a lesbian show, stripping and fondling each other, while the guy watched with ever increasing interest. 

They moved to the floor and the brunette started eating the blond. After sucking and licking her until her labia were quite engorged she spread the blonde's lips and said, "I'm getting her ready for you, baby, show us that big cock. Show me you want to fuck this tight hole."

With that nasty encouragement Hunk #2 had his pants down and his half-hard cock out in an instant. I noticed that Nick's dick, which had drooped a bit as we rested, was jumping back to full attention. 

The blond and brunette (and I!) noticed immediately that even semi-hard, Hunk #2 was packing a very large penis. They dropped the pussy play immediately and crawled over to the guy, who was sprawled on a couch, and went to work. As the blond slid her mouth over the top of his cock, the brunette began licking around the base of the shaft and I encircled Nick's now hard shaft with my hand. The girls swapped jobs a couple of times and then the blond spread his thighs and worked her way between them to get access to his balls. 

Wow, I could certainly see why Nick liked this part and I could feel his enthusiasm throbbing in my hand. Well a hand was certainly inadequate, especially considering the wonderful licking I'd just received, so I made him lie back and spread his legs. Then I crawled between them so that I had easy access to his balls as well as his cock.

With the two girls for inspiration, I went places I'd never gone before as I sucked and licked and sampled every inch of his scrotum. I even discovered to Nick's obvious pleasure that licking the crevice where the ball sack meets the thighs and then sucking a ball entirely into my mouth not only seemed really decadent but also got a great response. 

After a bit of this I switched to sucking his dick; then back to his balls; then repeat. Since the hunk's cock was several inches longer and quite a bit thicker than Nick's, the girls on screen were unable to get more than a third of it into their mouths. So when they broke from the blowjob and the brunette (who was rather petite) moved to sit on that humongous rod, I had to remark, "Where she's going to put THAT?"

Nick laughed and said, "Takes practice I guess."

"Well I'm not sure I could handle that even with practice," I responded as I moved up to straddle his legs and impale myself on his turgid rod. "This fills me quite nicely." (But I have to confess that I wondered whether someone that large would simply hurt or feel incredible. And that thought had my pussy practically oozing.)

The blond and the brunette were certainly uninhibited and quite creative. First one would get fucked while having her clit rubbed by the other and then they switched. They made it doubly nasty by sucking on the hunk's dick each time he pulled out to switch girls. Hunk #2 even paused at one point and sucked on each of the well-fucked pussies before plunging back in.

"Bet you'd like to be him right now," I commented.

"What guy wouldn't," he responded.

I could think of a few squeamish types I'd known quite personally; but I didn't want to spoil the moment. 

When Hunk #2 put the girls in kneeling position and proceeded to have at them from behind, I decided I wanted the same and Nick was happy to oblige. On the screen I was watching a graphic depiction of what I would see if I were between our legs looking up at Nick's cock plunging into my juicy pussy. God it was hot!

Finally, while humping the blond, it became clear that Hunk #2 was getting close to cumming and the brunette slipped between her legs with her face directly below the blonde's pussy. Nick's steady thrusting became a pounding and moments later when Hunk #2 pulled out and shot his cum all over the brunette's face I heard Nick groan behind me and felt his warm cum flooding me deep inside. And I came too! Those muscular contractions deep inside me squeezed his cock almost as if milking it, I swear. 

Now I almost never cum without direct clitoral stimulation; but this time nothing had touched my clit. Yet I had cum hard just from Nick's wonderful dick – and watching that guy pull out of the blonde's pussy and blast his cum all over the other girl's face. "Guess there is something to a little extra nasty visual stimulation," I concluded.

We collapsed on the couch with Nick kind of spooning me from behind while we caught our breath. The next scene consisted of two well-hung, decent looking guys and a girl. The briefest of plots concerned her having mixed up her calendar and scheduled two dates for the same night. Maybe it helped that she was a blond and acted (?) the airhead/bimbo roll well. 

Well, the guys were quite upset since neither one wished to go home with "blue balls." So with a gleam in her eye she decided to be generous and offered to take care of them both. In no time she was on her knees alternating sucking on two lovely hard dicks.

It was around this point that I remember shifting my position on the couch and in getting more comfortable ended up with my legs slightly spread. When I looked down I realized that a significant amount of Nick's cum was leaking from between my legs.

"I better get a towel or I'm going to drip on your couch" I said, nodding toward my crotch.

"That's OK, it's leather," Nick said as he slid his hand between my thighs.

"I'm pretty gooey, I think."

"That's OK, I've usually got that stuff on my fingers around now," he responded laughing.

Well I had to laugh, too; and even though I would have thought it rather disgusting a few hours earlier, I found myself spreading my legs further allowing him to check out my cum-filled hole. 

Meanwhile our blond was now on her back taking one cock in her mouth while the other guy licked her pussy. Like the first girl, she was shaved completely bald down there and curious, I asked Nick what his preferences were on pussy couture. 

"Well I guess I'd have to say 'less is more' as a general principle," he answered laughing. I looked down at my own pubic zone, which was neatly trimmed and shaved for my bikinis, of course, but nowhere near as exposed as the girl on the screen. Nick caught my look and reassured me that I had a "beautiful pussy" and that hair was not a big issue. He slid two fingers inside me and stroking gently said, "This is what counts." 

That was sweet but by then I knew that he was a very visual guy and made a mental note to improve my sexiness 'down there.'

On screen things were getting hot and heavy. After licking her to an apparent orgasm, the stud at her pussy had her lips spread wide to give the camera a splendid view way up inside her. The blond abandoned the cock she was sucking and began a lewd commentary.

"You like looking up my hot horny hole, don't you baby," she began. "Oh, you got me so hot with that cum; I need something in there baby; stick your fingers in me and stretch me ... oh shit, that feels good!" 

Wow, the guy had fingers from both hands inside in her and was stretching her so that I swear that we could see up past her urethra. But soon she wanted even more.

"Fuck my hot cunt," she demanded and when the guy shoved his meat inside her, she screamed, "Fuck me hard you bastard; pound my cunt." Then she went back to the dick lingering near her face and told that guy to fuck her face.

Meanwhile, Nick was just tantalizing the hell out of me by continuing his slow finger massage deep inside me. When the guys on the screen switched ends, I remember the blond saying, "Oh I just love the taste of my cunt on a hard cock."

I found my reaction to this woman using the word 'cunt' rather strange. In the feminist world in which I'd grown up 'cunt' was definitely not P.C. In fact, it was the one word you could absolutely legitimately slap a guy for using. But here was this woman using it to describe her own vagina and I was finding it rather arousing. Maybe it just seemed appropriate given the raw sex on screen. I wondered how I would feel using that word at just the right moment.

The guys on screen continued switching ends every few minutes as they put the girl through some hard fucking in a series of positions. When Nick asked me if I'd ever "done two guys," I was taken aback. What kind of woman did he think I was!

Believe it or not, until that moment I had never even considered that possibility. For an instant I felt really offended but then I was watching a ménage a trois and feeling quite turned-on. I had to admit – at least to myself - that what had never even been a fantasy was now becoming one as I watched the trio on screen. 

"No," I answered honestly. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear his answer to the same question, so I didn't ask. Would he want me to do that, I wondered. Did his deceased wife get wild like that? This was Marin County after all. 

"It looks pretty hot, though," I added, "Which guy would you want to be?"

"The cameraman," he answered, surprising me enormously. "I'd film it all, and then I'd do the girl last after the other guys finished up."

Whoa, I never expected that; but I couldn't help imagining him zooming the camera in on my mouth and pussy as two studs fucked them wildly. His fingers picked up the tempo as he stroked the depths of my pussy. "Do your clit," he whispered as he stuck two fingers from his other hand in my mouth and I sucked them instinctively.

So there I was, getting finger fucked, sucking his fingers, and strumming my clit madly as the guys on screen shot their cum all over the blonde's stomach, tits, and face. I came right with them, writhing with pleasure: it was almost like sharing a bizarre triple mutual orgasm with those two guys. Eventually I looked back at Nick who had a shit-eating grin on his face as he gently caressed me.

"You manipulated that," I said meaning the timing of my orgasm.

"And you sure manipulated something," he responded as he stared at the clit I'd just been working frenziedly. 

His "Greatest Hits" DVD ended after that scene and we moved outside to the love seat on his deck for a nightcap. It was just a little chilly so we had both put on robes and I cuddled up next to him as we sat drinking a final cognac.

"So did you find my taste in porn offensive?" he finally asked.

"No, I found it quite ... arousing, as you very well know."

After a pause I continued, "Is all porn like that? I mean, just people fucking with minimal plot."

"From what I've seen a lot of it is. There are some big budget movies with plots that attempt to link the sex scenes but you don't buy this stuff for the acting quality."

I laughed and he continued, "Most of the movies I've seen have some sort of theme: lesbian sex, blowjobs, threesomes, gangbangs, amateurs, even a series called "Swallow Every Drop" – how's that for a subject. Generally they just repeat the theme and mostly the same set of positions with four or five different sets of actors."

"It sounds kind of repetitive. Maybe it depends on the theme," I suggested helpfully.

"It can be, especially if they're not well done. Personally I think porn producers must be a pretty dull bunch when it comes to creativity."

"Well I certainly didn't find your selections a "dull bunch," but then I am new to this genre." 

We chatted a little more and then headed off to bed. Nick fell asleep immediately while I, still a little charged up from all the hot sex I'd seen - and had - pondered the evening's events. I realized that my feminist preconceptions about porn had pretty much faded while watching those hot young women, who clearly enjoyed the hell out of performing wild sex on screen. They didn't look bedraggled, coerced, or even bored, so who was I or anyone else to criticize their choices. And who was I to judge harshly Nick or anyone else for enjoying their performances? After all I knew that many - OK all - of my orgasms had been enhanced by watching the action onscreen.

And it had been educational. I'd learned a lot about Nick's tastes by watching his dick respond to events onscreen. He really liked it when the girls talked dirty for example – a definite challenge for me – and he really liked looking at, uh, cunts, wide open ones especially. As for cocksucking, I had definitely been inspired to be much more creative in the future.

I had to admit that Nick was a fantastic lover. He might not cum as often as an eighteen year old but I'd seen him stay hard for what seemed like hours and he clearly took great pleasure in making me cum. Contentedly I snuggled up against him and fondled his flaccid dick as I fell asleep.



The Movie Lovers Ch. 03



This chapter begins the morning after having watched my first pornographic movie with my new boyfriend Nick. It will probably make more sense if you read chapters 1&2 first.

Thanks to all who gave me nice compliments – and stars - on the first two chapters. Your enjoyment of my efforts stimulates me to keep them cumming.

The Movie Lovers: Ch.III

Fortunately, I woke up several times during the night and drank glasses water and thus managed to avoid the cognac headache I usually get. When I awoke to daylight, Nick was already up and I lay there for a bit remembering the movie, the hot sex, and my many orgasms. Soon I was feeling horny all over again.

I slipped on my short red kimono and went in search of Nick. Following the smell of fresh brewed coffee, I found him in the kitchen fixing a cup. Now this was something I could get used to.

As he brought me a cup, I couldn't help noticing him staring right at my crotch. Glancing down I realized that I'd tied the kimono loosely and, since it had fallen open when I sat, he was now staring at the dried remnants of cum that he'd spread on my thighs when he was fingering me last night.

"Looks like someone had fun," he noted dryly.

"Oh, I'd say a good time was had by all; but I think it is time for a shower."

"May I join you," he said grinning.

"Sure." And after a few sips of coffee, off we went.

As you might expect, Nick has a great master bath. The shower itself was a large tiled enclosure with showerheads at each end and a large window opening onto his backyard in between. The vents above the window - to let out steam he said – also let in the sounds of the birds in his yard. The view was lovely but there was zero privacy. 

The first time I used it I was a little uncomfortable at being so exposed; but his backyard was quite private and so I'd grown unconcerned with being observed. Since it was a foggy morning, the light in the bathroom was on but I gave it no thought.

I hadn't showered with many men before but the sexual rapport that Nick and I were developing, coupled with the delightful surroundings, had me feeling quite frisky. After we warmed up under the gushing water, I decided to wash my hair. 

As I rubbed the shampoo in, I'll admit that I knew that raising my arms above my head displayed my tits to their best possible advantage. In no time Nick's soapy hands were all over them as he held me from behind. I could feel his hardening dick sliding between my butt cheeks as I feigned distress.

"Hey, I can't open my eyes or I'll get soap in them," I complained, as I kept my elbows high so that his fingers could continue teasing my now hard nipples.

"Ah, then I have you under my power."

"Oh please, I'll do anything; just let me get the soap out of my hair," I begged, barely suppressing a giggle.

"Well in that case, here," he said as he maneuvered me under the showerhead.

I stood there luxuriating as the water flowed over my head and down my body. Nick took advantage of the soapy water to caress my breasts and belly and then further down as the water flowed. His hard cock was lodged in the cleft between my cheeks and was held in place by his groin pressed firmly to my ass. I reached back and spread my buns slightly to let it nestle right in. 

Naturally he couldn't resist a little hip thrusting. Soon he was using my butt cheeks like a large-breasted woman might use her tits around a cock. A bubble butt is definitely useful, I decided.

"Oooh, that feels good," I moaned, as his hand rubbed my pussy in accompaniment to his dick between my cheeks. I didn't feel the need to specify which one. He moved back in a way that let me know he wanted to enter me from behind but I didn't want to move on from foreplay so quickly.

"Hold on big boy," I commanded, as I slipped from his grasp and turned to face him. "I think this member needs a special washing before we proceed," I added, as I wrapped my hand around his cock. 

But after wetting him down, I started at his chest, soaping it up and rubbing his nipples, which seemed to harden slightly (hmmm), and then moved on to his belly. I paused, soaping up both hands thoroughly once again, before kneeling in front of him and giving his balls and cock a thorough and loving washing. Nick just spread his legs and sighed. 

"Damn that feels great!" he moaned.

"Move under the shower," I suggested and after he'd rinsed and while still kneeling, I gave his dick a long slow suck. 

"No soap," I pronounced as I withdrew, "but let me check down here," I added as I raised his rod and licked that place where cockshaft meets ball sack. 

He sighed again and when I felt his cock twitch in my hand, I lowered it to the horizontal. Grasping his nice tight buns in each hand, I opened my mouth and smoothly swallowed every bit of him that I could manage. I held him there; the tip of his cock was just lightly probing my gag reflex. 

I wanted him to feel good. I even had a momentary fantasy of him shooting his cum right down my throat. The thought gave my pussy a tingle. Finally he took the initiative and withdrew.

"We've got to wash you now, babe," he said as he pulled me to my feet and, gesturing for me grab the rail below the window onto his backyard, had me bend over slightly so that he could scrub my back with a loofah. 

Let me just say right now that a loofah in the hands of a skilled operator is a GREAT sexual toy. Just by rubbing my back he had me wiggling my butt as if, with a mind of its own, it begged for attention. I arched my back, which of course meant my butt was jutting up and out in a most unladylike fashion. 

I guess the message was obvious as Nick began lightly rubbing my cheeks and upper thighs with his lovely, deliciously scratchy toy. I certainly didn't want to impede his explorations so I casually adopted a 'wider stance' and after briefly and tantalizingly applying the loofah to my inner thighs, he dropped it and used his soapy hands to thoroughly wash my crotch. 

I'd been moaning and sighing and saying things like "Oh that feels so good," to encourage him when I froze as I felt a finger exploring the unfamiliar territory around my butthole.

"We want everything nice and clean don't we, Marcy."

Well yeah, but I wasn't sure I wanted him doing the job. On the other hand, it was feeling quite nice as he pulled a cheek aside with one hand while a soapy finger lightly circled my puckered hole. 

His finger found the center but after probing gently just inside, he apparently decided not to press his luck - or his finger - too far and withdrew. 

For me, surprise and embarrassment had turned to something very close to pleasure ... and then a flash of anxiety - was he expecting anal sex? But I relaxed when he directed the shower at my crotch and declared it needed a taste test to see if I was rinsed clean. 

So there I was, bent over at waist, butt sticking out, gazing out the window dreamily as Nick crouched between my legs and licked my slit, when my eye caught a movement in the bushes across the yard. 

It was just foggy enough that I couldn't be certain of what I had seen; but surely there was no breeze with all that fog. My thoughts flashed to Ken; was that horny bastard up to it again? Or maybe it was just a cat. Then I decided I really didn't care. I wasn't going to let anything interrupt the marvelous orgasm that was building. 

While I'd been staring out at the bushes, Nick's tongue had been exploring every crevice and fold of my pussy. Soon it found my clit and I was so hot and wet that whoever or whatever was outside was going to witness one hell of an orgasm.

Who remembers what one says or screams at a time like that? It could have been a stream of, "Oh Yeses!" Or "Oh fuck yeses!" but it was great and I didn't hold back. The 'whoever' I was imagining out there would surely know that my man really knows how to make me cum! 

Well an event like that leaves one weak in the knees and so, naturally, I crumpled to the floor. Nick sweetly knelt behind me and kissed my neck and cradled me as I calmed down.

"I thought I saw something move out there just before I came," I said quietly. "Do you think it was Ken?"

"Nah, his coming by before was just fluke. It was probably just a cat." Then he added grinning, "Didn't stop you from cumming did it?"

"Well no, like you said, I thought it was just a cat. Let's dry off and fuck," I said quite uncharacteristically. I was not interested in discussing the fact that the thought of 'whoever' being out there watching had helped make it one marvelous orgasm.

Our antics in bed that morning were just marvelous. I think there's a special period in a new relationship when you've done IT enough times so you know what works for each other; but it is all still new and fresh and terribly exciting. That was us that morning.

We fucked and sucked and fucked and 69ed and fucked some more. I came on his tongue; on his cock; on my fingers and his cock; on my fingers as he watched (while he was stretching me - Ms Exhibitionist - wide open, WOW!); and finally, from just watching his face as I felt him filling me with his cum. 

Nick collapsed but great sex often energizes me, as it did that morning. So I went off to get a little more exercise in his workout room. It felt very sensual walking around Nick's house nude. 

After mopping up the cum that was leaking down my leg, I decided to hell with clothes and began warming up with some stretches. 

The interior walls of Nick's home gym are mostly mirrored and the outside wall, opening onto his backyard, is all glass. As I went through some yoga positions, I realized that in almost any position, I could see my reflection or a view of the yard outside. I wondered if our 'cat' was still out there. If it cared to, it could have watched me being eaten to a glorious 'O' in the shower and, if it were patient during the half hour or so we'd spent less exposed in the bedroom, it could watch me now as I assumed some rather highly revealing positions. 

I felt so energized by the great sex of the previous night and that morning. Remembering the movies we had watched, I couldn't help wondering and, yes, fantasizing about having sex in front of a camera while knowing that thousands of men would eventually be paying to watch me. Just the possibility that 'Mr. Cat' might be watching was actually getting me wet. 

Nick's recovery was swift and after showers and breakfast we went off for a hike and a picnic on Mt. Tamalpais. As we walked and ate and walked some more we kept coming back to the subject of porn. Was it exploiting the actors? Was it demeaning to women? Was it coarsening society?

I was beginning to like his basically libertarian argument: "We're talking about adults here and if people are not being hurt then who are we to judge their tastes in sex. "

Why was it arousing? Could you do porn? 

He said he could. 

He said he'd often fantasized about how great a porn star he could have been. "Or better yet, I would like to be the director. I just know that I could do better films than 99% of the shit that's out there."

"So what about you?" he asked. "Can you imagine being a porn star?"

I realized that a simple demurral, an "Oh-I-could-never-do-that," would be dishonest and disloyal. Even though I'd abandoned the Catholic faith of my childhood in college, it hadn't been so easy overcoming my inhibitions toward nudity and open sexuality. However, being with Nick was helping a lot. We'd built a great deal of trust in a short time and not just sexually.

"I don't exactly have a history as an exhibitionist. But I have to admit that last night I did wonder what it would be like ... the camera and all."

"Maybe it would be a turn on, doing something way outside your comfort zone."

"Maybe ... I'm not a prude you know. I went topless on a beach in Spain once. And I've been to a nude beach on Maui," I added defensively.

"But no nude photos; no sex videos?" he challenged, grinning to let me know he was teasing.

"No, I've been waiting for the right director and the right script," I shot back, challenging his tease.

"What an amazing coincidence. I'm an aspiring director looking for the right porn star to inspire me."

"I did not actually say that I'm an aspiring porn star!" I objected.

"True, but you'd definitely be inspiring!"

The banter about porn and sex videos was a titillating diversion as we hiked but it was becoming clear to me that I was getting involved with a man who takes his sex very seriously. Keeping him interested just might require a more lusty, sexually open me. That could prove challenging.

When we parted, I drove back to the city after agreeing to meet for dinner midweek and to come stay with him the next weekend. Among the messages waiting at my apartment were calls from Rita and, somewhat surprisingly, Liz. I spent a good part of the evening debriefing each of them. 

Rita was playing the proud matchmaker but, interestingly, she seemed just as concerned that my feelings for Nick were sincere as in advising me on strategy. 

Liz just wanted the details. Where were we doing it? How often were we doing it? Surely he's creative? Does he make sure that I cum?

When I said that he was amazing in that regard, she stopped. 

"Yeah, I was pretty sure you were in for a wild ride with our friend. I'm almost jealous," she added. "Forty-six ... freshly widowed ... horny as hell ... but a certified nice guy. You've got it made. How are you dealing with the dirty movie schtick?" 

She'd dropped her little bombshell of a question. I realized that my reply would tell her everything she wanted to know about whether I was ready to keep up with my new lover.

"We watched one Saturday night," I replied evenly. "It contributed to the best sex I've ever had. You could say the movie was inspirational, I guess."

"So what's old Nicky into? Orgies? Gangbangs? Bondage?"

"No," I stopped her. "I guess it was pretty normal stuff. A girl and a guy. Two guys and a girl. Two girls and a guy. Stuff like that, but really hot bodies, I thought."

"Anal?"

I paused. "Do you mean like, do the girls get fucked in the ass?"

"Yeah."

"Uh, no."

"Damn, Ken keeps telling me they don't make adult movies without some anal!"

"Actually, Nick made the DVD from scenes he took from older tapes ... a sort of a compilation of his favorite scenes."

"Well leave it to Nick the kinky techno-geek," Liz laughed. "I am glad to hear that you are OK with his kinkier side."

I wanted to destroy any remaining impression that I was some kind of prude. 

"Actually, I'm thinking I really need to work on my yoga, if I'm going to keep up the porn chicks."

She laughed again and said, "I think we're going to be great friends! By the way, I'm planning a party for Saturday and you and Nick are expected. The theme is a Euro-style Pool Party."

"And what exactly is a Euro-themed pool party?" I asked.

"The main point is the men have to wear those Euro-style bikinis. Then we wear our skimpiest ones, flirt like crazy, and watch the boys struggle to control their bulges. Brilliant don't you think?"

"But I don't even know if Nick has one of those," I said after I got over laughing.

"He definitely has the bulge; but if you mean the bathing suit, I just happen to know the place. It's a store specializing in beachwear for gays, just the thing."

"Well, if you can get Nick to agree, I'll do my part. This sounds hilarious."

Work was a bit slow that week so I found myself reliving Saturday night at odd moments. I worried a little that after several years of getting his jollies from watching young hot-bodied sluts doing it on screen; he might not find me sexy enough or creative enough in bed. 

Not surprisingly, Nick had no interest in accompanying me to a gay beachwear store and reluctantly gave me permission to buy him the appropriate attire. When I told Liz, she immediately volunteered to join me and we had a hilarious time with the guys in the shop once we explained our mission. 

Ultimately I settled on a black lycra number, which our salesman assured us would stretch somewhat to accommodate a growing cock. It was cut high on the thigh and had just enough material in back not to qualify as a thong. When I gave it to Nick on Wednesday night, he just grimaced.

"Not exactly West Coast surfer-baggies, is it?" he said, holding it dubiously between two fingers.

"You'll look stunning," I said, "And if you wear it, I'll wear this." The bikini I had purchased was way over the line from anything I would normally wear. We decided to model our new suits for each other. That lasted barely a minute before we were ripping them off of each other.

Saturday turned out to be a beautiful day. Liz' and Ken's house was in the 'McMansion' style and the backyard handled a pool party with about thirty guests easily. I'd say most of them were between 30 and 50 and most - it being California - were in pretty good shape. All of the men had honored Liz' 'Euro-theme' and were walking around somewhat uncomfortably in their tight little suits. 

It was easy to see that Liz was not the only woman who had had her charms enhanced surgically. So my smallish chest was not exactly stopping traffic. If I may be catty for a moment, it did seem that the oldest men with the biggest bellies seemed to have the youngest, most surgically enhanced, trophy wives. 

But there is definitely something to be said for a butt-floss thong, if you've got the butt for it. And if I may be somewhat immodestly honest, I do. 

Sometimes, particularly when checking out my butt in a mirror, I've wondered about the identity of my mother's father. He disappeared before my mother was born and was never mentioned so far as I can recall. I do have rather olive skin, for a dishwater blonde and, frankly, my ass would be more appropriate on Halle Berry.

It was rather odd standing around nearly naked, drinking and socializing with, in my case, mostly strangers. I suspect that others felt the same as drinks were being consumed rapidly in the hot sun and soon inhibitions were wilting. I was trying to ignore two women who were now frolicking topless in the pool as Nick and I joined a small group that included Rita and Carlos. 

It was hard to ignore Carlos. At 6' 5" and probably 250lbs, his powerful ebony build betrayed only a trace of the softness you'd expect of a man in his forties. And the BULGE! His suit was cut much the same as Nick's (I had recommended the store to Rita); but it looked like the Lycra was already stretched to capacity. You could even see the outline of his massive shaft. In fact, it was hard not to stare. 

Of course it wasn't long before Liz was prancing around and urging the rest of us to help her give the men something to think about. She even organized the show by lining us up and having us each in turn remove our tops and shake our 'boobies' as, being a southern girl, she called them. 

I joined the line-up with some trepidation: first, at totally baring my breasts; but secondarily, at the thought that shaking my rather modest endowment would not be all that impressive. 

Then I came up with a stroke of brilliance. When my turn came, I quickly stripped off my top and gave the obligatory booby shake. But then I pivoted and bending at the waist wiggled my ass invitingly for the cheering men as well. The butt-floss bikini was tucked well up in the cleft of my cheeks; so I was essentially shaking my naked booty. Play to your strength I always say. 

Then, as the remaining women did their thing, I started worrying. Maybe Nick wouldn't like his woman being such an exhibitionist. It really wasn't like me at all. I realized that my 'stroke of brilliance' had been inspired by watching all those porn scenes and by my fantasies of how it might feel to be watched. 




The Movie Lovers Ch. 03



Now I knew and I had found incredibly sexy. I could feel the heat and dampness in my crotch. Fortunately our impromptu show soon broke up and most of us women jumped in the pool. 

As I stood in the shoulder deep water, I felt a pair of hands on my butt that soon moved up to my breasts. "I hope that's you, Nick," I said as I spun and, mashing my bare chest against his, practically stuck my tongue down his throat. Damn, was I horny!

We weren't the only ones engaged in some light petting but folks seemed to be sticking with their mates or dates, so far as I could tell. When we finally broke the kiss, I asked Nick the first question that I concerned me.

"I wasn't too outrageous was I?"

"Of course not, you were hot and I was proud."

Then I asked the question I was really concerned about: "Is this going to turn into an orgy?"

He laughed. "No, I don't think so. I know most of the folks here and this is about as wild as they'll get. I think Liz' plan is to send everyone home horny and a little drunk."

It was nearing 5pm and a few couples had already left.

"Well, I'm a little drunk and very, very horny," I confessed as I massaged his buns with both hands while pressing my crotch firmly against his cock. Nick had definitely found recent events quite stimulating also.

Nick was in total agreement so we quickly gathered our stuff, said our goodbyes, and started the short walk to his house. 

As we strolled Nick asked, "How would you have felt if things had gone the orgy route?"

I remember wondering what answer he wanted to hear. Maybe he actually wants a partner who would join him in orgies. Or maybe he would think me a slut if I said I was interested. But then he is kind of a porn addict and I don't want him to think me a prude. But if I said I could be interested and that's what he wants, maybe he will expect me to do orgies. I was confused.

Finally I said, "After watching dirty movies with you, it might have been interesting to watch real people having sex. But I really don't want to be other men right now. I've got my hands full keeping up with you!"

"What about other people watching us?" he continued.

Hmmm, he got me there. He had to know that I had enjoyed myself on the stage. 

"Fortunately, that's not likely to happen," I said ambiguously as we reached his house.

I had worn a sarong for the walk to his house, but once in the door I let it drop. I hadn't bothered to replace the top so I was standing there in just the thong. Nick simply stared for a moment then wordlessly scooped me up in his arms and deposited me on his couch. In one smooth motion my thong was off and his face was buried between my thighs. 

What a guy! I was horny as hell and he knew it. There was no gentle warm-up. He ravaged every inch of my crotch licking and sucking my lips with disgusting, incredibly erotic, noises. My pussy felt like it was just gushing as I felt his tongue explore it. 

It was so intense. I knew I was going to cum the instant he touched my clit and Nick knew it, too. There was no subtlety in his approach. He pulled back the hood, exposed my engorged button and, surrounding it with his lips, went straight to his special drive-a-girl-crazy tongue move. 

I was a goner in seconds. I practically did a sit-up as every muscle in my abdomen spasmed in ecstasy.

I may even have blacked out for a moment. The next thing I was aware of, Nick was still between my splayed legs suckling at what must surely been an overflowing pussy. When he raised his head to look at me I had to laugh.

"Your entire face is coated with my stuff."

"They talk about cum facials in the porn biz but the pussy juice facial, applied directly from the source, is really the ticket," he joked. 

With that he returned to my crotch and worked me up to yet another glorious orgasm. I'd cum twice and Nick hadn't even removed his bathing suit. Finally I just grabbed his head and pulled him up to kiss me. 

"Fuck me now." I practically commanded as I marveled at how arousing I found the smell and taste of my musk on his lips and tongue. 

Nick stripped out of his suit in an instant and his cock, happy to be set free, jutted out proudly. I was so horny. I just wanted him in me, NOW! So I spread my pussy lips with my hands and said, "Stick it way up in there where your tongue can't reach." 

Nick grinned from ear to ear and said, "Goddamn you're hot." 

I held myself open lewdly as he shoved his hard cock deep into my, oh, so ready pussy.

Now we'd had sensitive, loving sex many times but this wasn't one of them. He'd already given me two great orgasms and now I just wanted him to enjoy himself. We were in your basic missionary position; but I kept my legs splayed up and out and Nick held them as he watched his dick plunder my pussy.

"Use me baby. Get your rocks off in me," I cried. "Yes baby, fuck my tight hole." 

He reacted as I'd hoped, smiling at my sluttiness, but soon his tempo became a pounding and it felt so really, really good. When he groaned that he was getting close, I reached down and began strumming my clit. I was already so turned on that I had held off, wanting to time my cum with his. 

Even so, I beat him to the finish line, but only by seconds. The sight of me gasping and shaking with pleasure sent him right over the edge as well. He simply buried himself to the hilt and pumped and pumped his warm seed up against my cervix. If contraception hadn't been covered, it would have been a baby-maker for sure.

As Nick recovered he told me apologetically that he hadn't meant to cum so fast.

I laughed. 

"It was just the way I wanted it and I'm flattered you lost control. Besides," I said, looking at my watch and seeing it was only six, "the night is young," and winked. "Let's eat."

Nick groaned and showed little sign of movement so I decided that I would see if I could come up with something for us to eat. After scouting around for ingredients I decided on pasta with clam sauce. I remember wondering if clams had the same properties as reputed to oysters. I was definitely hoping so, since our admittedly quick romp had left me hoping for more. 

After three great orgasms I was still hoping for more! Is there such a thing as sexual gluttony?

I looked out at Nick who was having a nice recovery snooze. Maybe a movie after dinner would re-engender his ardor. Perhaps it could be another opportunity for me to study his favorite genre.

I served him pasta, french bread, and salad, with chardonnay, while clad only in a silly barbecue apron that somewhat covered my breasts and left my butt totally exposed. Perfect! 

During dinner I casually mentioned that he'd really piqued my interest in porn. I said that I was curious about the various genres he mentioned. He replied that one style he found particularly interesting was the so-called amateur film. He said that some were truly just raw video, homemade by couples, but that the best, in his opinion, were done by professionals.

"Often the stud is a veteran but the girl is an aspiring newcomer." he explained. "I find there can be something special about a girl for whom porn is new and exciting." 

He mentioned that some of the hottest amateur videos he'd seen were by a Brit who called himself Ben Dover. I asked if he had a sample and, of course, he said he did.

After dinner we showered together and took turns 'loofah-ing' each other. Naturally, we each claimed the right to wash the other's genitals. Nick seemed to assume that washing my butt crack was now part of the deal. 

I have to admit that having one of his hands making sure my pussy was clean, while the other slid soapily around my butt hole, was kind of nice. I think I could have cum right there had he been willing to focus on my clit; but that clearly wasn't his plan.

Eventually I required that we switch places and began by using both hands to thoroughly soap his cock and balls. It was so cool to feel his cock respond. It seemed as if in seconds it began swelling. Having decided that if he could take liberties then so could I, I slid the soap between his cheeks while fondling his balls with my other hand. 

Now washing someone else's butt was totally new territory for me; but Nick's ass was nice and tight and so I found it kind of sexy running first a finger, then several, between his cheeks. I even made sure his asshole was well soaped and washed. I wasn't sure whether to attempt a digital invasion – I'd heard some men were terribly insulted by that – so I decided to use discretion on this first exploration. Besides, I wasn't sure that I wanted to go there myself; he might take it as some sort of signal that I wasn't sure I wanted to send.

Finally we emerged from the shower, dried off, and donned robes for our movie watching. I fixed drinks while Nick went through the mysterious process of getting his entertainment center ready. We smoked a little pot, which, I am becoming convinced, raises my libido and lowers my inhibitions.

Soon, I was getting my initiation to amateur porn. As I eventually learned, Ben Dover's schtick is much the same from movie to movie. Mostly pretty and usually very young women apparently seek him out for the chance to break into the porn business. He auditions them by chatting bit and then having them strip. Then he and a 'professional' stud or two have their way with the girl. 

Ben films it all with a handheld video camera and offers commentary and suggestions – all quite lewd, of course. Eventually the man – or men - all cum and facials seem to be the rule. Sometimes it's one girl and sometimes two. 

My introduction to Ben and the gang was a movie entitled Royal Ass Force. The first scene offered up two young women. The tousled haired blonde, Mary, apparently had done some filming previously with Ben and a young Italian man she calls Super Mario and describes as "quite brilliant." 

She announces shyly that that she's returned because she wants to be filmed taking it up the "arse." I guess I should have known that with a director named Ben Dover and the title Royal Ass Force I was likely to see anal sex. Maybe Liz was right about her impression that most porn included it. 

The second girl, Mandy, was a brunette and, at 4'11" and 95lbs, tiny. Both girls stripped down quite willingly; but then the guys surprised them by producing razors and shaving cream and then shaved their pussies bald. Nick mentioned that doing the shaving on film was rather unusual. I had to admit, at least to myself, that a shaved crotch was very sexy. I decided to plan a surprise for Nick 'down there' one day.

Mario then went down on Mary, the blonde, while the other guy, an ugly Frenchman named Pascal with a long, skinny, wickedly curved dick did the same to Mandy, the brunette. I'm not sure why, but I really get turned on watching guys lick pussies. Maybe it's the fact that you get to see things from an angle that you can never have as a woman. Plus, it's so easy to imagine what the woman is feeling. It was already getting me horny; of course it helped that Nick's hand was also between my legs diddling my outer lips. I spread my legs so as to not restrict his access.

Soon the girls administered the requisite blowjobs; but not all that impressively, I thought. The fucking, however, was something else. Both of the men were impressively endowed while the girls seemed tiny by comparison. Of course, both girls managed surprisingly well and the brunette was so taken by the experience that she was soon quite obviously cumming dramatically. 

She really was rather cute and each time Ben would ask her if she wanted to try a new position she always responded, "Yes please!" which the guys all found quite amusing.

Meanwhile, Nick now had his face between my thighs and had begun exploring the inner walls of my pussy with his tongue. How delightful! 

But then Mary got my attention when she reminded the guys that she wanted to try it in the "arse." When the same was suggested to Mandy, she, as usual, replied, "Yes, please." 

Well in moments our two studs had their tongues up the girls' butts and soon followed up with fingers, lubrication, and, ultimately, cocks. Wow, I couldn't believe those two tiny, supposedly anal virgins, were managing those cocks in their butts so readily. Still, at their ages, it was hard to believe that very many dicks - if any - had been there before. 

I began to wonder if I had rejected the concept of anal sex too quickly. The one and only time a boyfriend had made a tentative attempt I had stopped him almost immediately saying it was uncomfortable. At the time, the whole idea of anal sex had grossed me out; but saying it was uncomfortable had been a less prudish justification for stopping. 

Now, after the initial gentle penetration, the Euro-studs were pumping away vigorously and Mary and Mandy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the buggering. Could it be that anal sex might actually be pleasurable? I had always assumed that you did it - if you did it - to please the guy.

By then, Nick was toying with my clit in a way that would soon lead to my cumming. 

On screen, Mario had abandoned Mary and was sliding his cock up Mandy's butthole while she straddled Pascal and humped her pussy up and down on his dick. Of course I'd heard of double penetration or DP, but I'd never seen it. Now, here was little Mandy, who said she was eighteen but looked fifteen managing to handle two very well hung guys. 

With Nick's tongue now massaging my clit, I watched as the guys on screen increased their tempo. 

Ben shifted position from the semi-gynecological rear shot of the two cocks invading her tiny holes to a side view. We could now see the trio in profile. Mandy's tiny tits shook with every thrust. When she began grunting and thrusting back against those two hard cocks and I saw her face contorted with pleasure, there was no doubt that she was experiencing a mind numbing orgasm.

And I came too.

As I lay there recovering, the scene finished with Mario, Pascal, and finally Ben jerking off and shooting their loads all over the two girls faces. Hmmm. 

Nick paused the DVD to freshen our drinks. After bathroom breaks we resumed the film. 

I had already decided that I wanted to take over the oral ministrations, so I got down on my knees and Nick happily spread his legs wide when he saw where I was headed. Nick's dick had softened during our intermission and I had never sucked on a flaccid one before. In the past they'd always been fairly hard by the time I got there. 

But it turned out to be really interesting. The whole thing fit in my mouth easily; I could even reach out with my tongue and touch his balls. 

When I looked up, Nick was grinning. "Cool," he said and I could feel the quickening pulse as his luscious meat swelled in my mouth. My nose was literally against his belly as I held it there: playing with the underside of his dick with my tongue and feeling it grow in my mouth. 

Eventually it grew until it was teasing that place where my gag reflex hides. But the head of Nick's cock had not yet expanded to its maximum so I concentrated on relaxing my throat muscles and - I swear - I did it. I succeeded in deep-throating my man! As I withdrew I looked up at Nick. 

With an ecstatic look he simply said, "Wow." He knew what I had accomplished and when he asked if I could do it again, I did.

I suspected that I would be tempting fate if I tested 'Ms. Gag Reflex' too many times, so with Nick slouched back on the couch I lifted his now hard rod and, stroking it slowly with one hand, commenced to lick his balls. Nick has nice large balls that hang loosely when warmed up. I sucked each one individually into my mouth to make sure they were warm. I nibbled and licked around the base of his cock where it meets his balls and paused frequently to suck the head of the dick I still stroked slowly. These things and more met with moans and sighs and oh-fuck-yeses of approval. 

As I had my fun, I listened to the setup portion of the next scene from Mr. Dover. It turned out that he had traveled to America to visit a woman who had begun her career as a porn star with him. She was now working in LA. As the scene heated up, I shifted position to one side so I could watch while still playing with Nick's cock. 

Nikki was a bit older than any of the girls I had watched so far. I'd guess she was about my age or maybe a couple years older. As their conversation unfolded, she happily showed Ben - and us - her new, rather mammoth mammaries. I was curious as to why a woman would choose to change her body so dramatically and become a porn actress at our age. 

She certainly wasn't shy about showing us her crotch either. At Ben's suggestion she peeled off her knickers and, sitting back on the couch, fingered herself for the camera. Before long her boyfriend arrived to help her with the task at hand and I learned that she had a special talent that she hoped to exploit.

As we watched, her boyfriend inserted two fingers and began finger fucking her while rubbing her clit with the other hand. As the finger fucking intensified steadily, I noticed that the boyfriend focused his rubbing on the frontal part of her vagina not much deeper than her pee-hole. 

Ben handed the boyfriend a prearranged martini glass when Nikki took over the clit agitation. Soon her hand became a blur and then suddenly a stream of liquid shot from her pussy followed by several more. Some of it landed in the martini glass.

After only a brief rest, the boyfriend started up the finger fucking again and soon she ejaculated a second time. This time they had greater success catching it. Then she drank her own cum. The martini glass made it all seem a bit silly but what I really noticed was how she has gone through a whole-body, thrashing, screaming orgasm each time.

I'd heard of 'squirting,' or female ejaculation, of course; but I had thought it a myth. 

Soon they were on to fucking, which they did quite acrobatically. I think you could tell that they were regular lovers and really enjoyed putting on a show. She took it in the ass as well. Her boyfriend appeared to be a little smaller than Nick but he positively plundered her butt before shooting his spunk, which she happily swallowed, straight into her mouth.

Things concluded with Nikki on her knees, butt up, displaying and playing with her pussy while Ben jerked off and finally shot his cum, rather accurately, at her asshole. 

Since I had been stroking and occasionally sucking lightly on Nick's dick throughout the scene, I couldn't help noticing that it hardened or softened slightly at times depending on the action on the screen. Like a barometer of his sexual tastes, perhaps? 


If my theory was correct, he wasn't all that taken with her blowjob; but he loved it when she played with herself. The squirt definitely got to him, as did the anal action – hmmm.

The way Nick's cock throbbed when she took the load of spunk straight in her mouth and then swallowed suggested I should get over any issues I had with that concept.

Nick hit the fast-forward and we flashed though the next scene, which he claimed was boring, but stopped for the final one saying it was pretty hot. I have to say he was right.

The young blonde's story was brief: she'd seen some porn with her boyfriend; had been turned on by it; and wanted to give it a try. 

She worried about being pretty enough and acted quite nervous. Of course, Ben and his stud for this scene, an American named Michael J Cox (!), assured her that she was very pretty and sent her off to change clothes. The two men concealed themselves behind a partially closed door to watch her undress. 

Then they surprised her by walking in as she prepared to put on her top. I laughed when she instinctively moved to cover her nipples. I wouldn't have expected someone planning to be filmed having sex to be the least bit modest.




The Movie Lovers Ch. 03



Mr. Cox soon calmed her nerves by going straight for her crotch and she overcame her modesty quickly as Ben started filming her pussy up close. Mr. Cox apparently employs excellent tongue action, for she came, standing up, with one foot on a stool! 

I'm not sure I could cum in such an awkward position; but maybe the act of being filmed while being licked by a virtual stranger helped her to get off. Ben asked if she liked being filmed and she said, "Definitely!"

They then adjourned to the living room where she gave both men blowjobs before she and Mr. Cox started fucking. The sex was quite good and both had very nice bodies. I was struck by the way her swollen lips clung to his cock as he pumped in and out. They reminded me of my own. 

Eventually Ben asked if she'd like to try anal sex. She agreed readily, although claiming it was a virgin orifice. As she was just getting into it, there was a knock at the door and in walked two additional studs. Not surprisingly, when Ben suggested she 'fuck 'em all,' she readily agreed. 

Of course I knew that this was all a weak attempt at a plot and acting, but in the moment I was captured by the fantasy. Caught doing nasty things on camera with a stranger, why not just take on two more? The guys traded turns at her pussy while she blew the ones waiting. Then she took them each in the ass before ultimately getting DP'd. 

During the lead up, Nick and I had shifted around and, after ensuring that I was thoroughly wet with his tongue, he rolled me over and had me get up on my knees. 

So there I was, ass in the air, my head on the armrest as I watched the blonde being ravaged in every hole simultaneously. 

Nick kept up a steady rhythm, thrusting his shaft into me from behind, as my mind drifted to thoughts of multiple dicks. Things were building to a climax on the screen - and inside me – when Nick reached forward and slid his finger in my mouth. Well, it wasn't a dick, but it did feel nice having something to suck on. I had no doubt that he was intending to help me along with my simultaneous suck/fuck fantasy. 

After an afternoon of sexual teasing and an evening of practically non-stop sex - both observed and experienced - I had no inhibitions left. Pretty soon I was bobbing up and down on two of his fingers, sucking them like I hoped they could shoot off in my mouth.

Nick's tempo was accelerating as well and when the blonde rolled onto her back and the first guy unloaded his spunk all over her face, I came too - massively. Nick wasn't far behind for, as he admitted later, feeling the contractions in my pussy as I came was just too much to resist. 

Afterward I felt a tiny bit of guilt because I had been imagining doing two men at the moment when I had cum. I decided not to discuss it with Nick, but suspected he knew, given his spit covered fingers and the exuberant blowjob they'd received.

I was exhausted and pretty certain Nick had shot his wad – so to speak – for the night. I had to wake Nick up to shut down his home theater and then we trundled off to bed.

Nick muttered that he'd never before had so much fun watching porn and I agreed.



The Movie Lovers Ch. 04



If you haven't already, you might enjoy reading Chapters 1--3. In Chapter 1, I was troubled to discover that my new lover liked watching adult videos. In Chapters 2 & 3, watching porn changed my thinking and contributed to the wildest sex I'd ever had. My thanks to all of you who have sent appreciative comments.

*

We hadn't planned anything special for Sunday; but after breakfast and a short workout, Nick said he wanted to take some pictures of me to send to his mom. I thought that was sweet and was very flattered. 

After showering I applied a touch of make-up and decided to borrow one of Nick's white dress shirts to wear over some mid-calf length, rather stylish, cami pants. I thought the total effect was casual but nice. On the spur of the moment I decided to go commando -- braless and panty-less - thinking I might have a chance to seduce Nick again later.

It was a beautiful sunny day and so Nick decided he wanted to photograph me in his backyard. Naturally he had a fancy digital Nikon. After taking a selection of shots with varied backgrounds we reviewed the photos and decided he had some good ones for his mom. 

"Now let me take a couple for me," Nick suggested.

"And how would they be different?" I asked, knowing full well that they would probably involve fewer clothes.

"Well I was thinking you could unbutton a couple of buttons on the shirt and maybe lean against that tree. That would be kind of sexy."

With such a modest request, how could I refuse? "Like this?" I asked as I opened the top three buttons and leaned a shoulder against the redwood. 

Unfastening the third button made it obvious that I was braless and, observing this, Nick had me adjust my position and the shirt so that just enough of my right breast was exposed to make that obvious in the photo as well. 

Nick was paying me all sorts of nice compliments as he snapped away so I just had open one more button and flash him a tit. Of course he was all over that. As he kept clicking the shutter, I pinched the nipple lightly, even though it was already quite erect and said, "Here, I'll get it nice and perky." I was surprised at how much I enjoyed being so bold. But then I stopped.

"Hey these pictures aren't going to end up on the internet are they?"

Of course Nick vehemently assured me that he would never do anything like that. "I would never, ever, show them to anyone without your permission," he added.

Actually, I had just been joking. I didn't really think he would do something like that and besides I had no intention of doing anything truly pornographic. So I finished unbuttoning the shirt.

My cami pants were hip huggers and with the shirt open Nick was inspired to pose me in ways that flattered my midriff. I was really enjoying his enthusiasm and, wanting to tease him even more, began playing with the shirt in ways that offered more glimpses of my breasts. 

It was strange. Nick had seen and played with my tits numerous times, but somehow having him behind the camera made the idea of exposing myself to him an entirely new and erotic experience. I was even getting a little turned-on when he suggested we take a break.

Nick disappeared into the kitchen and returned in a few minutes with Bloody Marys and a joint. As we sat by the pool and got gloriously high, we reviewed the second more risqué batch of photos. Nick went on and on about how photogenic I was and what great a body I had, thus doing wonders for this girl's ego. 

Trying to be modest, I said that I couldn't understand why he'd even want to photograph me topless, since he'd been staring at naked women, who were much better endowed than me, practically all day yesterday.

"But I'm the cameraman and you're my girlfriend and I almost got to photograph you topless. Come on, didn't it excite you a little when you played at baring your breasts for the camera?"

"Yeah," I admitted, "but it was uncharacteristic of me; I'm not much of an exhibitionist, you know."

He just stared at me hopefully. Well, I did want to please him and besides the thought of posing topless was titillating. "Oh, OK," I said at last. "But they're so small," my last feeble objection. 

"And they're beautiful: perfect shape; nice and firm. Hell I don't know why you ever wear a bra," he said sweetly.

"Remember, no internet."

"Never, I swear. I'll give you a million dollars if anybody anywhere ever sees these photos without your permission, OK?"

"Well, I'm not about to show the camera a million dollars worth," I joked.

"Whatever, I just want you to know that I'm happy to keep your hot little body all to myself."

"OK, grab your camera, dude. Where do you want me?"

Nick posed me in several locations, first with one breast exposed, then both, and then I took off the shirt. When he suggested that I unbutton and slightly unzip my pants, I knew what he had in mind and, unzipping them just far enough to reveal the top of my pubic hair, assumed a saucy pose. He loved it. The fact that it was clear that I was wearing no panties combined with the sort of military effect of the camouflage pants made for a really sexy photo. 

I think Nick was near to exhausting the 'pants-on' possibilities but, reluctant to ask me to strip naked, suggested I put on the bathing suit I'd worn to the previous day's party. Well, if you remember my earlier description, you'll recall that it barely covered anything -- particularly the bottom part.

"Top and bottom," I asked.

"If you must," he replied laughing.

So what's a girl to do? I really was enjoying feeling so sexy and appreciated. I changed into the suit ... well actually just the bottom. I'd show him that I'm no prude.

So there I was, naked but for a triangular patch of cloth so small that I had had to shave quite a bit more than usual. The patch was held in place by little more than two thin elastic straps: one encircled my waist; the other was well nestled between my butt cheeks. I was still amazed that I'd had the chutzpa to wear it yesterday at the party; but even more surprised that I was now going to allow a man to photograph me this way. Wasn't being essentially naked getting pretty close to porn?

Nick loved it that I had taken the challenge. First he took a series of shots with my backside facing the camera and my upper body turned, so that I was looking back over my shoulder at the camera. Naturally, that put my left breast in profile. 

The result was cute and sexy: kind of a slightly pornographic version of the little girl in the old Coppertone ad -- but without the dog and my ass totally exposed. He never asked me to get completely naked but I did do some pretty sexy poses that involved playing with my breasts and teasing at touching myself further down.

Of course Nick kept suggesting poses that offered him various views of my ass and flattered, I willingly complied. I was finding that I really enjoyed the attention and being told I was so sexy. And, frankly, I was starting to get rather turned-on. When I glanced at Nick's crotch, it was obvious he felt the same.

"Put down that camera and get over here," I commanded as I slipped the thong off and laid back, legs spread, on the blanket. 

Nick understood instantly and practically dove between my legs as my pussy came into view. After shooting in the sun for quite a while my crotch must have been a bit sweaty as well as juicy. But Nick certainly had no objection as he slurped at my pussy. I think I came in about 30 seconds while struggling not to let the entire neighborhood know how good it felt. 

Nick stood and quickly stripped off his clothes. His hard cock jutted straight out and the moment I saw it I knew that I wanted, really wanted, to suck on him right then. While he was still standing, I quickly got to my knees and sucked his cock in as deeply as I could. 

Strangely, I liked being on my knees, servicing (!) my man.

"Fuck my mouth," I practically begged as I withdrew my mouth from his cock for a moment. Then I grabbed his butt checks and pulled him to me. Soon he was cautiously thrusting his rigid shaft deep in my mouth. 

Not wanting to be launched into a paroxysm of coughing, I wrapped my hand around it near the base and began jerking him off as I sucked. I guess knowing he couldn't accidentally choke me freed him to become more vigorous and he truly fucked my mouth with about the last four inches. It occurred to me that I'd never actually blown him to orgasm. Then I decided that now was the perfect time.

"Cum in my mouth, baby, shoot it down my throat," I moaned. I wanted to be sexy. No, I wanted to be NASTY! I wanted to be hotter than any of those girls we'd been watching on DVD.

Nick got the picture. This was for him. His thrusting became even more vigorous and then his rhythm grew ragged. I had cupped his balls in my other hand and could feel them tightening as his cock jerked in my hand and my mouth. He groaned as I felt the first ejaculation of his warm seed. 

If sperm is an acquired taste, well, I guess I was acquiring the taste. But at that moment what I really liked most was the feeling of him using my mouth like a cunt for really the very first time. 

Nick produces a whole lot of cum and I had to swallow repeatedly. I held his cock in my mouth as it began to wilt. Finally, with a sigh, he sank to his knees. Kneeling there just in front of me he looked so cute, grinning and sweating; his eyes sparkled like a kid who had just gotten his favorite treat. 

I gave him a big open mouth soul-kiss without stopping to consider that my mouth still held remnants of his cum. 

Now I've known men who would positively freak out at the thought of tasting cum - their own or anyone else's. I guess it's a homophobic thing. (Of course lots of other men live for it, I suppose; but they're not my target audience.) Nick didn't flinch.

Finally we broke the kiss and I said slyly, "Tastes pretty good, don't you?"

"Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, I guess," he said ambiguously.

"I have no idea what that means," I replied.

"You should have let me film that blowjob, it was definitely world-class," Nick responded, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Listen, dude, if I'm going to do porn, I expect plot and production values." 

I was trying to be silly but I suppose that I was also admitting that the idea of him filming me sucking his dick wasn't as shocking as it should have been. In fact the notion had more than crossed my mind. My panties, had I been wearing any, would have been quite damp ---- at least in part due to my fantasy cameraman.

But as we reclined, naked, on the blanket by the pool Nick wasn't going to let me off that easily. "How about an amateur video plot, something on the order of the Ben Dover stuff?"

"What plot are you talking about? He talks to them for two minutes, they take their clothes off, and get fucked," I objected.

He thought for a moment. 

"How about this as a plot? We'll expand on his theme. I'll pretend I'm a professional photographer advertising for fashion models and then, when you come for a job, I con you into posing nude. What do you think?"

Well that didn't sound too kinky. Posing nude, hadn't I pretty much just done that and making up a silly dialog around it sounded like fun.

"And it won't end up on the Internet?"

"Absolutely guaranteed or you're a million dollars richer."

I laughed. He was so sweet and charming and I really did trust him. "You called me your girlfriend a while ago."

"Yes, I did," he replied seriously.

"Well I guess that is the sort of thing you can do with your boyfriend," I said softly.

After we took a quick dip in the pool Nick grabbed a couple of beers and we launched into a discussion of our little film project. Of course my techno-geek boyfriend (love the sound of the boyfriend part) started off by telling me about his toys. He already had two video cameras that used digital tape and was thinking about getting a third.

"We're not making an IMAX film," I joked.

I wanted to discuss plot and dialog and eventually got the conversation reoriented. As I look back on it, I should have been shocked at myself. There I was sitting naked by my boyfriend's pool casually discussing the plot of a risqué home movie we planned to make. But it was fun and I felt very sexy and sophisticated.

I headed back to the City in the late afternoon. So was everyone else. The traffic over the Golden Gate Bridge was a snarl, but it gave me time to think. Our relationship definitely wasn't purely sexual. No, there was much more going on than that. But that part surely was intense.

Nick was like a starving man and I was his meal. And now that his appetite was sated a bit he wants to play with his food. BAD METAPHOR! 

On the other hand I was definitely enjoying being the object of his lust. He seemed to appreciate my body like no man ever had before and that really felt good. 

I guess I knew even then that I would probably agree to perform for his little film project. Despite a touch of apprehension, I was even looking forward to it. Anyhow, our movie making session was almost a week away - plenty of time to reconsider.

When I finally got home there were voice messages waiting from Rita and Liz. This was becoming a ritual. I decided to call Rita first. She was less likely to press for details and I wasn't sure what I wanted to say.

She told me that I had looked great at Liz' pool party but said she was a little upset with the way Carlos' goods were on display. I laughed when she told me how she'd ordered him to get rid of the hard-on that stretched his suit so obscenely after ogling the titty show. When he told her that he would need her help for that they headed home rather early. 

When she asked me what I thought of the impromptu strip show Liz had organized, I said that flashing tits was not exactly working to my strength. She said that she'd noticed my little butt waggle and that I'd done OK in getting the men's attention. 

Then she asked how Nick had handled my little routine and I replied that it didn't seem to have been a problem, since we screwed like rabbits once back at his house.

"Carlos would be happy to have me grovel on the floor naked in front of a convention, if it meant he got to watch other women doing the same. It gets that way when you've been married as long as us," she added. I decided not to mention watching porn with Nick and our little photo session.

Liz wasn't going to let me off so easily. At first she asked lots of questions but I worried that she might be a bit of a gossip and so was reluctant to offer up many details. I really didn't know Liz all that well, as yet. Although it was clear that she wanted to be friends and I thought she was great fun as well, I certainly didn't want a bawdy account of our intimate activities being spread to Nick's acquaintances, or worse, back to him. 

But Liz was totally open about her own sex life, describing in considerable detail her romp with Ken later that night. She even told me they'd pulled out their video camera and filmed themselves -- something she said they hadn't done in a while. 

"You film yourselves fucking?" I exclaimed with surprise.

"Shit yes," she said. "If I can get the old boy masturbating to me instead nubile young babes, hell, I'd finger fuck myself on screen ... and have! Besides, the narcissistic aspects of seeing my cunt licked on a 50" screen while Ken's fucking me totally appeals to my inner shrink."

That was Liz. It was impossible not to reciprocate to some extent. I told her about our watching porn and my posing for nude photos. I even mentioned that we were contemplating filming ourselves; but I left out as much detail as I could. 

She seemed satisfied with my account and encouraged me to let my inhibitions go. She seemed certain that I wouldn't regret it with Nick as my lover. I did mention the 'girlfriend' thing and it was clear that she was very happy that things were working out.

On Monday I made an appointment for a bikini wax and pondered how to achieve a naive yet slightly sluttish effect. Ultimately, a shopping expedition resulted in one of those incredibly short, flared and ruffled hip-hugger miniskirts that are practically obscene on anyone over twelve. 

Combined with a strategically ripped t-shirt that exposed nearly everything below my breasts, I felt incredibly inappropriately dressed; but that was part of the plan. I had decided to be Rosie, the beautician, hoping to make a couple bucks on the side modeling. 

I met Nick for dinner Wednesday. After ordering, Nick produced a single sheet of paper and handed it to me. The text was straightforward. To summarize, it stated that if anyone ever sees erotic photos or video that he has taken of me, without my permission, he would pay me a million dollars. 

After reading it I said, "And you're probably good for it, right?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I am."

"Well I do trust you very much, but thanks," I said as I folded the paper away in my purse. 

Needless to say, I hadn't expected anything so formal and I still wasn't planning to do anything truly pornographic; but I really liked that he had taken my concerns so seriously.

"I've been shopping for the wardrobe for my film debut," I mentioned casually. He was curious, of course, and I described it but said he'd have to wait for Saturday for a personal showing.

He told he'd bought a third camera and I said, "Cool, IMAX!" He tried to assure me it was just to get alternate views, which he could edit and splice together, but I just kept muttering, "Oh my gawd, IMAX." It was really quite funny.

Eventually, though, he got very serious. "Marcy, what do you think of being my live-in girlfriend?"

Wow, I wasn't expecting that and when I didn't react immediately he quickly added, "You could still keep your apartment, I've always wanted a pie d' Terre in the City and I'd be happy to cover the rent."

Double wow! I wanted to say yes; but I was fearful. 

"Nick, I have it on good authority that I'm the first woman you've dated since your wife died. That makes this a sort of a rebound relationship. I just don't know if we should be rushing things so quickly."

He looked disappointed. I was in a panic.

"Look, surely you need to sow some wild oats after what you've been through. Do you really want another relationship so soon?"

"I thought that's what we're doing: sowing my wild oats," he said grinning.

"They ARE the wildest oats I've run across and I'm having great fun sowing them with you; but I don't want you to feel tied down before you're ready."

"I've been thinking of you more as my co-conspirator than a mooring," he said sweetly.

"I like that ... I think," I answered. "How about I move a bunch of my clothes up to your place this weekend and we try things out semi-officially."

He was content with that and we soon returned to our moviemaking plans. Nick had an interesting plot idea based on the observation that the money porn actresses get paid is never mentioned in a porn film. He thought that it might open them up to prostitution charges. Thus our movie would be unique in that the plot would be largely a negotiation with him offering more money to shed more clothing etc.

I wondered about the 'etc,' but told him it sounded like fun and it gave logic to my being unwilling - then willing - to strip on camera. He thought it would be fun to improvise the dialogue but have a basic outline to our plot. I teased him about how seriously he was taking our little project. 

We had a nice night together and I reminded him in the morning that he would need to move some clothes to 'our' apartment as well. As I considered this living together prospect over the next two days, I was worried that we had taken such a significant step so quickly. But I figured we'd soon know if our habits were compatible. As for the sex, well, I already knew it was the best -- ever. 




The Movie Lovers Ch. 04



The only problem with hooking up with such a sensual and sexual man was that I suspected that my own limits were going to be stretched even further eventually. Oh well, I was just moving clothes.

Thursday after work I got my first total wax job. While somewhat embarrassing and definitely painful, it was nothing compared to the shock I received when I really looked at myself in the mirror. Not only was the fleshy hood over my clit quite exposed; I hadn't realized that my pussy lips protruded as significantly as they do. 

Until I watched porn with Nick and saw so many bald or nearly bald crotches, I had no idea that labia varied so much. Some women's lips seemed to barely swell, even during wild fucking, while others' seemed lush and swollen like a ripe fruit from the get go. 

Mine seemed to belong to the latter group. In fact, standing in front of the mirror with legs slightly spread, even when not at all aroused, my lips were astonishingly obvious. Gross or sexy? I thought gross. I could only hope Nick would think sexy, as I sure couldn't change the situation.

I had to tell Liz about moving in with Nick before she heard the news elsewhere. I knew our budding friendship would be mortally wounded if she heard it first from someone else. 

Considering that she's a shrink, I was surprised that her counsel was basically, "if it feels good do it." She said she thought we were both good people and if it didn't work out, no harm no foul, for the moment, enjoy. 

I told Rita at work and she took me out to lunch to celebrate. She was a bit more cautionary, concerning the rebound issue, but concluded that we should all follow our hearts. Typical Rita. 

I planned to leave after peak rush hour on Friday, so after work I loaded up my car with a couple of suitcases containing both work and play clothes and a sizable portion of my cosmetics. I hoped that Nick knew what he was getting into.

Nick greeted me with dinner when I arrived; thus further selling me on the idea that this was NOT a bad move. Since it was late already, we watched a movie and then went to bed. 

In the morning Nick headed off after breakfast to run some errands and I decided to unpack my stuff. Nick said Ken had helped him move my new dresser in from the garage. I was thankful I had already informed Liz of the news. I assumed that the dresser had belonged to Nick's wife; but I figured that if he was OK with it, then so was I.

When he returned we had lunch and decided, since the sun was quite nice, to lounge by the pool. Nick joked that a little sun would be good for freshening up my tan for our film but objected that the somewhat modest bikini I was wearing would leave tan lines. I told him I was NOT getting naked, not yet at least. Actually my stomach was all atwitter at the thought of what I had agreed to do. 

A couple of nudie photos had been fun and a turn-on but a video was something else. When Nick pulled out a clipboard, with his notes he said, I joked that he was taking this much too seriously. But I realized that I shouldn't move in and back out of this on the same day. 

As we lay in the sun, Nick expanded on his thinking about our planned dialogue and I mostly agreed with his ideas. He also assured me that we could redo any scenes that fell apart since he had a great editing program. 

"Oh, great," I think I said. 

The one thing we didn't talk about was what I was going to take off - or do - precisely. After awhile he suggested we shower and get to work. I suggested he shower and I would then follow as I would need some time to prepare and I didn't need him hanging around.

Nick was quick but I took my time. After showering, I scrunched my somewhat wavy dishwater blonde hair into ringlets - a la Mary from Royal Ass Force - and applied sufficiently heavy make-up to definitely qualify as a tart. 

I was now officially hairless below the neck (arm fuzz doesn't count) but Nick was still unaware of this fact and I continued to barely hide it with tiny red g-string panties. My micro-mini, ruffled skirt in red and white just made it to the bottom of my butt and thus produced a slutty cheerleader effect that I emphasized with white tennis shoes and bobby socks. Of course the scoop neck T, strategically ripped so that it hung off my nipples and barely reached the bottom of my boobs, would have gotten any cheerleader tossed off the squad.

When I made my entrance into the 'studio' (actually a nice sunroom on the southwest corner of his house), I wasn't surprised to find champagne and a joint waiting. Nick raved about my costume and make-up and how sexy I looked. That was reassuring indeed.  

We toasted the project and then sipped and smoked as he explained how he intended to use two video cameras on tripods for wide shots, while he handled the Nikon as the sleazy photographer. Later he would use the third video camera as a handheld for close-ups, he said. I was doing my best to take in the technical stuff; but it was hard to focus with the champagne, the pot, and the butterflies all working.

As planned, we began with him filming me though the window as I walked up to his front door and knocked. 

"Hi, I'm Rosy. I called about your ad for models," I said.

Nick, using a handheld video camera, replied, "Nice to meet you Rosy. I'm Dick Long and you are gorgeous ... and tall," as he panned the camera up and down my body. 

You get the idea.

We moved to the studio and paused the filming while he got the other cameras going. I sat on the couch, posing awkwardly with knees together and feet apart, as directed. Nick continued using the video camera as he/Dick explained that he was a professional photographer who moonlighted discovering new models and building their careers. 

I acted excited, telling him that I had always dreamed of a career as a model and that numerous guys had said I definitely had the legs for it. He enthusiastically agreed, adding that the first step was to build a portfolio and suggested we start right then. Pause.

Nick put aside the handheld camera, readjusted the two on tripods, and picked up the Nikon. He then coached me through a series of poses beginning with headshots, followed by very normal magazine type shots, none particularly revealing. During the pause after that taping, Nick mentioned proudly that he could integrate the stills with the video using his new editing software. I said I was impressed.

The next scene was where my clothes come off. It began with Dick mentioning to Rosie that some of his clients particularly wanted girls who were willing to show a "little skin." I objected that I had no interest in doing porn but he countered saying that showing a "little skin" isn't really porn and I could make some real money. 

"Why I'd pay a few bucks just to have a few of you for my private collection. I could also show them around to see if I can get you work, if you want." 

That piqued Rosie's curiosity. "So what would you pay for some lingerie shots?" she asked.

"Usually I don't pay much; but with your great legs I'll say a hundred bucks."

"Wow, then how much for some titty shots?" Rosie asked, impressed and intrigued by the big money.

"Oh I'd say fifty for the titties and an extra fifty if you're just wearing panties."

Rosie stops to consider. "I'm not even going to ask about naked," she pronounces decisively.

"You should. I'd pay you another hundred for some nude shots: three hundred for the package," as he did the math for her.

I almost hate to admit it but I was really having fun with this repartee. 

"Five hundred for the package," she announced. Rosie is proud that she's negotiating so tough. 

"Done!" Mr. Dick Long says.

Now the way I saw Rosie, she is no innocent. She'd screwed more than one guy just as thanks for dinner and drinks, so she could see great logic in allowing a few nude photos for that kind of cash. She's also a lusty young woman and definitely susceptible to being caught up in the moment.

"So how do you want me, Mr. Long?"

"Please, call me Dick, Rosie." And Nick paused the cameras.

After making some small adjustments to the cameras on tripods, Nick resumed the filming, having me remain clothed and posing me in various shots designed to show glimpses of my tits and ass. Pretty soon, though, we got down to the nudity.

After complimenting her profusely on her "perfect little titties" and reassuring her that a lot of men prefer small ones that point up to big ones that droop, Dick urged her to take off the shirt and let the camera feast upon them. Such a con man! 

But of course Rosie is thoroughly taken in and arches her back to thrust her chest out proudly for the camera. She even manages to lick a nicely erect nipple for the camera (with a little neck strain). 

Nick surprised me when he then instructed me to remove the panties but keep the skirt on. He hadn't yet seen my hairless crotch; but when he had me lift my skirt, exposing my crotch for the first time, I got a very nice, "Wow!" 

"Uh, that shaved crotch is very sexy, Rosie. Did you do it for our photo shoot?" he finally asked, just managing to stay in character.

"Well, sort of. I wanted to be prepared for any type of bathing suit." 

Pretty ridiculous but all I could come up with at that moment for Rosie's explanation.

"Well my clients will love it." 

Nick began directing me through series of somewhat artistic poses that always managed to expose a bit of my crotch.

"Now I want you to turn around and bend at the waist ... that's right. Now flip that skirt up so we can see your tight little ass." 

"Perfect, now spread your legs a bit and look back at me between them. Oh yeah, that's hot," he said as he snapped away and the video cameras rolled.

So there I was, my pubes totally exposed and me looking up at my crotch while being photographed from behind. I could see that my nether lips were already getting a bit puffy. Strange, Nick had me in a totally embarrassing position and there I was getting turned on.

"Damn you're hot Rosie!" Dick exclaimed. "Your ass is just amazing and those pussy lips are like the world's most luscious orchid."

Well that was sweet. I rewarded him by reaching back and tugging at them gently while objecting, "But Dick, they get so BIG!"

"And luscious," he added as he snapped the photo.

Being totally hairless was producing a sense of total nakedness like I'd never felt before. My most intimate parts were now totally exposed and noticeably puffy. How could I be both embarrassed and so aroused at the same time?

Eventually, Dick stopped shooting with the Nikon. 

As if the thought had suddenly occurred to him, he began explaining that the really big money was in porn. He said that while very few girls made it as fashion models, a girl as sexy as Rosie was almost guaranteed a healthy paycheck for setting up a website of her own. 

When Rosie objected that she knew nothing about setting up a website, he laughed and explained that there are companies that will do that for her for a small percentage. She just has to supply the content.

"X-rated, of course," Rosie said.

"Of course," he responded. "Guys and even some women will pay really well for downloads and DVD's of you playing with yourself - and others."

"In other words you want me to masturbate and fuck guys on video and sell them on a website."

"Yeah, but I can pretty much assure you that with the right management you'd make real good money ... and I've got a feeling you might just enjoy the exposure," he added while staring at her crotch.

Clearly Nick was challenging me. We hadn't explicitly discussed me performing sex acts in this film. Could I stay in character? And what WOULD Rosie do? 

Well I knew the answer to that. Rosie had been baring her twat for the camera for the last 15 minutes, her erect nipples and swollen pussy proved she was having fun AND there was "real good money" to consider.

"And you want to be my manager, right, Mr. Long."

"Well, I could do a video -- of whatever you feel comfortable with - and then see what some people I know think of your talents."

"Whatever I'm comfortable with ...?"

"Sure, these folks know that a lot of girls don't want to get into fucking and sucking on an audition tape; but, of course, it will help if you make it clear that you are serious and won't flake out." 

I couldn't let Nick down. Besides my pussy was about to start leaking at the thought of doing real porn. And I was nearly certain that Nick would be pleased to see that I would rise to the challenge.

"OK, Dick, how do you want me?" Rosie said boldly as she pulled off the ridiculous skirt. 

Once I stood there totally naked, Nick paused the cameras.

"I can't believe you've got me doing this," I said. "I'm going to make sure I still have that contract of yours, you know."

"We don't have to go on, if you're uncomfortable," he replied looking somewhat what chastened. "Or I can just erase the tapes when we're done."

I just shook my head ambiguously as if in disbelief at what I was about to do.

Nick quickly repositioned the two cameras on tripods so that they had different angles on the futon couch that was now opened to make a double bed. Next, he switched from the Nikon to his new video camera. Then he motioned for me to get on the bed and began filming.

"Ok, Rosie, as I'm sure you've noticed, guys like to look at tits but they love to see pussies. And that luscious, bare beauty of yours is just what they're dreaming of. Let's start with you lying back on those pillows ... there you go. Now pull your knees up a bit and spread them wide."

"Perfect, I've got your face, your tits, and that gorgeous pussy of yours beautifully framed. Now, tease a nipple with one hand and start showing us how you like to touch yourself."

Oh god, not that I wasn't half-way expecting this, but the moment had come and it was time to get really nasty. Strangely, I was actually concerned that I might disappoint Nick in his fantasy.

"Is this what you want, Dick?" Rosie said as she spread her legs wide. 

After wetting two fingers in my mouth seductively, I began stroking my outer lips and then slipped a finger just between them. Soon I eased two fingers inside myself and when they emerged they were shiny with my own stuff. 

Nick had moved in so close that his camera was now little more than a foot from my crotch -- the minimum focal distance, I learned later. I knew that he would really like it if I added some sexy comments as well.

"Is this what guys want to see? A hot juicy pussy like this?" 

My nipples were already as hard as bullets, so I moved my other hand down to my crotch and, with the fingers of each hand, spread my lips to expose my wet hole and my swollen clit.

"Fuck that is beautiful, Rosie," Dick said. 

I fingered myself some more but then he produced a vibrator. 

When I shot him a look that said "where the hell did that come from?" He quickly added, "I bought this especially for this shoot. I hoped we might get to this point."

It looked just like the one I'd left back in my apartment so I figured what the hell. I suspected that he would be recording monster orgasm about thirty seconds after that unit touched my clit, given the state I was in. 

I began by first licking the vibrator obscenely while staring straight into the camera.

"I wish I had a big hard dick right now instead of this plastic. I'd suck on it and lick it until it was real wet and then I'd want it right here," Rosie moaned as she slipped the vibrator inside. 

Boy, it felt really good. Until I met Nick I had been depending on my vibrator for quite some time and I'd learned to appreciate those good vibrations deep inside. 

Basically I fucked myself real good with Nick's toy. Rosie would get into the idea of guys watching her performance and right then, playing Rosie, so did I.

"You like watching me play with my cunt, don't you, Dick."

Wow, I'd used the c-word - but it seemed so appropriate.

Finally I just had to cum and if Nick was going to record it, oh well. All it took was slipping the vibrator out of my pussy -- cunt -- and sliding it up against my throbbing clit and I was gone. 

Dick had Rosie's screaming, shaking, doubled-up orgasm preserved for posterity.

"Rosie, that was a beautiful thing!" 

Nick hadn't stopped filming though he had backed away a bit while my trembling subsided. As I gathered my breath, I couldn't help noticing that his dick was sticking out like a horizontal tent pole under his lightweight running shorts.

"I'd love to see that hard rod you're packing there," Rosie said as she began touching her engorged lips again. 

Poor Nick was sorely conflicted as he wanted to keep filming but also wanted to comply with my request. Reluctantly, he paused the handheld and quickly stripped off his shorts. 

Wow, his cock was as hard and as long as I had ever seen it. Clearly his many compliments to Rosie were heartfelt.

"Guess you like looking at my pussy and watching me cum, Dick."

"Rosie that was fucking hot. But now let's give your audience a nice open shot of that pretty pussy after cumming."

Well, I have to admit that after having just cum on camera it didn't seem so outrageous to give Nick more of the open pussy shots he wanted. In fact, I was truly getting off on being Rosie and showing off my most intimate places for Nick AND the camera.

"I can't touch my clit yet; it's still just too sensitive," Rosie commented as she pulled back the concealing hood and showed off her swollen nubbin. 

Nick was now shooting one-handed while the other was occupied with stroking his dick. At that point I was equally horny and it had become easy to rationalize that sucking his dick for the camera was hardly more pornographic than the masturbation scene I'd just performed. Actually, even the idea of fucking on camera was sounding attractive.

I reached out for Nick's cock as I slid down and sat on the edge of the bed. Understanding immediately, he approached. Soon I was faced with a rock hard cock and, looking up, a video camera trained down on my face a mere foot away.

I remembered the Ben Dover films, in which he usually gets a blowjob while filming the girls' faces from that same point of view. Now there I was and if I was going to do it, well, I was going to put those other girls to shame. 

I stared up at Nick and the camera as I extended my tongue and lightly brushed it across the head of his cock.

"You have a really nice dick, Dick," Rosie said in a breathy voice.

As I stroked the hard shaft in one hand, I sampled the drop of fluid that had emerged with the tip of my tongue. Then I slid the mushroom shaped head into my mouth. When I withdrew it from my mouth, I made a show of exploring around his pee-hole with the tip of my tongue. I could feel his whole cock throb in response. Soon I released my grip and kissed my way down to the base.

"Mmmm, you are just yummy, Mr. Dick," Rosie murmured before running her tongue up the length of his cock while looking up directly at the camera.

"I wonder how much of this big hard dick I can get in my mouth," she said. 

I took it in right down to Ms. Gag Reflex and maybe just slightly beyond. I knew I was looking HOT on camera and was determined to show my man just how sensual and uninhibited his girlfriend could be. 

I fucked Mr. Dick with my mouth, slow and deep. Then I held him to one side (so the camera could see) as I licked and kissed the crevice where his ball sack and thighs meet. Then I sucked each one of his balls into my mouth humming as I held them there. 

Eventually I paused and, looking up as innocently as I could manage, inquired, "Do you think your friends will like my cock sucking skills, Mr. Long.?"

"Oh yeah, Rosie, they're going to like this just fine." 




The Movie Lovers Ch. 04



I knew he didn't want to cum just yet so I didn't pick up the pace. Instead, I continued with a leisurely and sensuous blowjob until Nick finally paused the camera.

"I just have to taste you, Marcy. I think Rosie would be agreeable don't you?" Nick said with a twinkle in his eye.

I was now well beyond worrying about doing nasty things on film and the idea of his tongue in my pussy just then was irresistible. So I just laughed and said, "Sure, but won't it be hard to film with your face between my legs?"

"That's why you're going to do the camera work," Nick replied.

Before I could object he explained the basic controls - record, pause, zoom in, and zoom out -- and soon I was sliding back up on the bed, legs akimbo, while Nick adjusted the two cameras on tripods for wide angle views of our bodies. Nick gave me the handheld unit and adjusted the view screen so that I could see the action while holding it out from my chest and pointing it down. Thus I had a pretty good angle for viewing and filming my own crotch.

Nick stood at the foot of the bed naked staring at my pussy as I started recording.

"Would you like to taste my cunt now, Dick? I sure could use a tongue down there," Rosie said, as I panned the camera down to my crotch. 

My pussy lips were still swollen from my previous masturbation scene and my need for Nick's wonderful tongue had me so wet that they already glistened.

"Rosie, you are fucking amazing," he said as he crawled up between my legs.

I gasped as his warm wet tongue finally invaded my cunt. But frankly there isn't much too see when a man's mouth is fully engaged with your crotch. I would have happily sacrificed the more gynecological sex shots for a moment of oral satisfaction but Nick had other ideas. 

He slipped two fingers of one hand inside me as he moved back a little so that he could spread me open with the other hand. 

If he wanted more pussy shots that was OK, too, but I wasn't completely satisfied with the camera angle. Suddenly inspired, I slid off the pillows that had been propping me up so that I was now flat on the bed and pulled my spread knees up and back until they nearly touched my shoulders. 

After years of gymnastics and yoga, it wasn't a difficult position and the result had my hips rotated up so that my pussy was almost horizontal and the backs of my thighs provided support for my arms and the camera. 

I had forgotten the standby button, of course, and the camera jerked around wildly as I maneuvered. But Nick was so entranced by my new, obscenely exposed position, that he said, "No problem, that's what editing is for," when I apologized. 

If there were still any doubts about my exhibitionist tendencies they were put rest in the following moments. Nick, I mean Dick, explored Rosie's cunt thoroughly and I filmed it all. 

He started with just one finger tip. It almost tickled but the sensation was rather exquisite and soon my/her loose lips were leaking in anticipation. He briefly sampled his now moistened finger, "Tasty," he said. 

Given her position and all, Rosie's "luscious orchid" was practically opening up on its own. Dick held each of the petals between his thumbs and forefingers as he massaged them gently and pulled them further apart. Then he gently worked three fingers deep inside. I was so wet that it wasn't painful at all: just a wonderful feeling of being stretched to the max. 

But I soon realized that Rosie's pleasure wasn't exactly his goal. When he withdrew his fingers to reveal her stretched and gaping cunt, you couldn't have seen more or deeper without a speculum. He repeated that process several times; finger fucking me delightfully with three and ultimately four fingers before pausing and withdrawing them to expose my gaping hole. 

It felt great, but Rosie and I needed a lot more just then. So when he caught my eye for a moment, I gave him a look that said, "You've seen it all Buster, time to move on."

I hoped for his tongue but Dick used his fingers to stretch back the hood and expose my tumescent clit. As he gently circled it with his index finger, my clit literally throbbed as if begging for more contact. Soon it became a blur of intense sensation. Nick was already a master at making me cum in so many ways but this was new. Two of his fingers were applying a steady massage to my g-spot while the two from his other hand did likewise to my clit. 

As the speed and intensity of the motions increased it felt like every muscle from my belly to my toes was clenching for the explosion. I came with what felt like a flood of my juices as my hips shuddered and shook with the spasms.

Of course I completely lost control of the camera and so the intimate details of my orgasm were lost as well; but I really didn't care. I barely found the standby button before collapsing in post-orgasmic bliss. 

Nick gave me some space so I could stretch out my somewhat cramped legs and then cuddled me as he went on and on about this being even better than his wildest fantasy. I said something about being embarrassed over exposing my "inner slut" to him so readily. He turned it into a double entendre about my "inner slut" being beautiful and tasty. 

I objected that he'd barely tasted me yet today so he really couldn't know that. He laughed and said we'd take care of that next.

So after a sip and a toke I got back on the bed in pretty much the same position as before. I would have thought that the start and stop nature of filming ourselves having sex would get in the way of staying aroused; but that really wasn't proving to be the case.

Of course it helped that the pauses usually came just after I had cum, but still, just knowing that I was performing for a camera was starting to get me aroused. Maybe I was becoming a bit of an exhibitionist. At least Nick seemed to approve heartily.

Nick handed me the video camera again and I began the taping with him staring at my crotch and Rosie saying, "I could really use your hot tongue in my pussy right now, Dick." 

I got some footage of him tongue fucking my pussy and then licking my clit to another marvelous orgasm, which I did succeed in recording - in a very jiggly fashion. 

We each tried filming the action as Dick finally fucked Rosie in the missionary position. It seemed to work best with Dick sitting back on his heels holding the camera pointed straight down at our genitals. He finally got another good shot of me cumming -- facial expressions and all - as I frigged my clit to an orgasm while he slammed his cock into my pussy.

We paused the cameras once again to set up for a different position.

I objected at first when Nick proposed that I get on top so that a camera at the foot of the bed could capture my butt as I rode his cock. I knew just what he wanted, as I'd seen several porn actresses filmed in that position; but I'd found it rather unflattering, even kind of gross. 

"I don't want to see my butt jiggling as I bounce around on your cock," I complained.

"Well I do," he replied, "You just don't realize what an amazingly sexy, very tight ass you have." 

That was nice to hear. Finally, I figured why not? I could always make him edit the scene out. Besides, he was the only one who would ever see it. 

We got in position with one camera on our faces, another with a wide angle view from the side, and the third about three feet from my butt. We started the cameras and I sucked on him briefly to stiffen him up before impaling myself on his cock as sensually as I could. 

I like being on top ... a lot. It's usually the only way I can cum without direct clitoral stimulation. I almost forgot about the cameras as I began enjoying the sensations. But then I felt Nick's hands on my cheeks spreading them gently and I realized that he was making sure that the camera was capturing every detail. 

I wasn't real thrilled about the way he was exposing my butthole but I really enjoyed his fingers massaging my outer lips as his cock plunged in and out. When he curled an index finger around his cock so that he could lightly rub my clit, I no longer really cared about the camera; in fact, I kind of hoped it was getting it all because I rode him to a really nice cum. I knew he would really enjoy watching me get off in that position.

Wow, this porn thing had turned into a real cum-fest for me! After a brief rest, I suggested to Nick that it was time for Dick to cum too. It didn't take much imagination to think that he'd like to cum on my face, as they did in most of the movies we'd watched; but he seemed reluctant to ask. 

Instead he suggested that we do it doggy style -- one of his favorite ways to cum. I agreed and since the cameras were still appropriately arranged, I got in position on my knees. 

I remembered from watching actors fucking this way that it looked especially sexy when the woman relaxed into an extreme sway-backed position with head and shoulders down and butt jutting up. It seems to me that there's something rather feral about that position (or maybe I'm just weird). 

So that's what I did. 

"I really love fucking this way, don't you, Dick?" Rosie said breathily as she looked back at the man who was staring at her ass. She waggled her ass saucily in blatant invitation. 

Dick mounted her and in a thrust plumbed the depths of her already well stretched cunt. She cried out at the sudden invasion but welcomed the way he filled her. Then came the friction, the lovely friction, as he began fucking her with long, slow thrusts.  

As she sensed his pace beginning to build toward the finale, Rosie looked back at Dick and said thoughtfully, "Do you think your friends would like to see me get a cum facial?"

"Uh, I'm sure they would, Rosie!" 

I swear I felt Nick's dick throb in my pussy at my words.

"Just tell me when you're ready, Dick, and I'll turn around real fast so you can shoot your stuff all over my face," Rosie suggested helpfully.

I don't think Nick needed the instruction but he grunted in agreement as he ravaged my pussy. By then I knew him well enough to know which grunt meant 'NOW' and when I heard it, I quickly spun around to face his florid, turgid rod. 

It was already well lubricated but I gave it a couple of my best 'deep throat' efforts. Then he stroked it like the guys in the movies do and I watched, mouth open, tongue out, and fascinated as the head seemed to swell even larger and his balls -- which I held - seemed to tighten in my hand. 

What a strange sensation, being squirted in the face with warm slick goo. 

I think I mentioned that Nick tends to be a copious cummer. Well this time he outdid himself. The first two spurts were sufficient to pretty much coat my face so I quickly took him into my mouth and let him finish there. 

I even remembered to open my mouth and stick out my tongue to show off the cum - porn star style - before swallowing. You can't say that I hadn't learned some tricks from watching porn!

Now this is where the typical adult scene would end but I decided in the moment that it would be more interesting if our little movie took things a bit further - at least plot-wise. 

As Dick slid down on the bed in post-orgasmic collapse, Rosie stayed right with his dick. She held it in her mouth as it began to soften and then licked and sucked on his balls as she held the only slightly recovering member in her hand. 

"So that should be worth a nice bonus don't you think, Dick?"

"Oh yeah Rosie, you've got some real talent there. I know my friends are going to like it. So I really hope you'll consider the web site idea."

Wow, I knew this was all in fun and fantasy but still the thought of him showing "friends" our little performance gave me an anxious moment ... and an unexpected tingle.

"Well let me know what they think and then I'll decide," Rosie said finally.

"By the way, I want a copy of the final tape also. My boyfriend will dig it for sure," she added with a giggle.

Nick finally broke character as he exploded in laughter and we stopped the cameras.

It was early evening by this point and I was famished. So was Nick. By the time I returned from washing my face he had the grill started for steaks and was working on a salad. I joined in helping him with the preparations and as we worked he couldn't stop talking about how I amazing I had been. It seemed that I had fulfilled his fantasies beyond his wildest expectations.

"But will you respect me tomorrow? It seems like I played the slut too well."

"Oh, no!" he objected. "To paraphrase Jimmy Carter, I will always look at our movie with lust in my heart ... that's a good thing, don't you think?"

"Well, I guess so," I said a bit unsurely.

Frankly, I was a bit embarrassed and shocked at how much I had enjoyed taping our little project. I certainly didn't think of myself as a prude but compared to previous boyfriends I had definitely entered uncharted territory, sexually, with Nick. 

Playing the role of Rosie had helped separate me from my inhibitions; but still, I couldn't deny that it was me who had masturbated for the camera - not to mention everything that had followed.

During dinner Nick suggested we watch the results of our handheld camera work and with some trepidation I agreed. After showers and a refreshing hot tub we settled back in robes to watch our efforts.

The handheld video work had begun with me getting naked and then soon moved to the masturbation scene. How embarrassing!

Still, I really was pretty sexy. My long legs and trim thighs framed my pussy nicely and I was quite uninhibited with the vibrator. I glanced at Nick who was staring intently at the action. I slipped a hand under his robe and sure enough he was almost hard again.

"Maybe I should let go of the embarrassment thing," I thought as I stroked his unit. "After all, Nick clearly appreciates my performance." 

But I wasn't so sure that I wanted to watch myself cum so I began sucking him, mostly to avoid watching that part.

Still I just had to glance at the screen when I heard my own orgasmic groans and there I was. My juicy pussy was bigger than life. My face and chest were bright red and I could feel Nick's dick throbbing in my hand as we watched it.

"Man that was beautiful," he finally said. 

I wasn't sure how to respond but since the next part had me sucking his dick, I figured that continuing my blow job, giving it to him in stereo, so to speak, would be appreciated. 

Of course we fucked while watching the scenes in which we fucked for the camera. It really was hot: looking down at his cock pounding my pussy and then up at the screen at his cock doing the same - but larger than life. I could feel that Nick was accelerating toward another climax along with our characters on screen. 

"This time I want your cum deep inside me," I said, as on screen, I spun around to receive the cum facial. I watched him shoot his load on my face even as I felt his warm seed fill my cunt and I came a final time right along with him.

"Marcy, you're just amazing," Nick said finally as we sprawled exhausted on the couch.

Still, I worried a little about the 'would he respect me tomorrow' issue as we trundled off to bed. 

I awoke, uncharacteristically, at dawn and as I lay there considering the previous day's events I started worrying again. I even became resentful and a little angry at the thought that Nick might think less of me as a result of my performance. 

After all it had been his idea and I'd only done it at his encouragement. Wasn't I supposed to have fun? If that made me a slut, well that was his problem, I thought defensively. 

Then Nick rolled over and while slinging an arm across my chest ended up with his nose practically in my armpit.

"I just love the way you smell," he muttered half asleep.

"Shit," I thought, "I guess I should give him a chance."



The Movie Lovers Ch. 05



As Chapter IV ended I lay in bed at dawn recalling the wild sex video that I had made the day before with my new boyfriend Nick. Although I had had other lovers before him, Nick had taken me into uncharted territory sexually. And even though I was rapidly falling for him, I still had very mixed feelings about the new, far more sexually liberated me.

I would like to encourage new readers of my saga to check out Chapters I-IV before continuing.

By the way, besides the fun of writing, your votes and comments are the only recompense we writers for Literotica receive and I, for one, much appreciate them.

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We'd made plans for a Sunday sail with Liz and Ken. Rita and Carlos were also joining us. We met at the marina in Sausalito about 10:00. While we women stowed the supplies of beer, wine, and lunch fixings, the men got the boat ready to sail and we were under way shortly before eleven. 

I was surprised to see Carlos doing most of the work in handling the various ropes as we left the slip and then raising the sails out in the channel that led to the bay. Sausalito itself is protected from the wind by hills to the west so it was quite warm. As Carlos pulled on the various ropes to raise the sails he was shirtless and his bulging ebony muscles glistened with the effort. Rita laughed as she watched Liz and me admire her husband.

"He likes to pretend he's sailing back home in the Caribbean - 'Mister Banana boat man'," she joked.

"Watch out or I'll start singing calypso," he called back as he raised the jib. 

But the gentle breeze turned into what seemed a gale and the boat tilted -- heeled - over sharply when we suddenly came out from the protection of the hills and met the full force of the wind funneling through the Golden Gate. Soon we were all layering on clothing as the wind chill and the flying spray seemed to drop the temperature 30 degrees. As we huddled down in the cockpit for what protection it offered Nick explained to me that we were taking what they had come to call the 'Standard Sunday Sail.'

That meant we were going to sail under the bridge and out into the ocean for a couple of miles. Then we'd turn around and sail back to the sheltered side of the nearby Angel Island for lunch.

"This is the cold wet part," he added unnecessarily. 

Even though the bridge was actually quite close it seemed to take forever to get there. We zigzagged back and forth -- tacking Ken called it -- trying to sail forward against the wind which blew directly at us from the direction we wanted to go.

"If the tide is strongly against us, sometimes we can't make it under," Ken added as he steered the boat as close to the wind as it could go.

We were making some forward progress on each zig and zag and so eventually we managed to get under the bridge. Since the bridge is at the narrowest and therefore windiest point in the natural funnel that is created by the hills on either side, soon after we passed under it the wind decreased to a tolerable breeze.

With the San Francisco skyline and the rocky Marin coast framing that amazing Golden Gate Bridge, the view was awesome to say the least. Liz broke out a round of beers and we toasted Captain Ken for bringing us through the gale alive. 

After about a half an hour of sailing out to sea, Nick announced that the tide had turned and so we did too. The change was remarkable. As soon as we began sailing with the wind, its speed seemed to decrease as ours increased and soon we were surfing down the waves as we raced along back toward the bridge. 

"Nine knots," Ken announced proudly. That's almost 11mph - I was told - but it felt like 30mph as we surged along with each passing wave. All too soon we were under the bridge and the wind and swells began slowly decreasing as we sailed past Angel Island. 

When we cleared the island Ken turned the boat to the north so that the island protected us from the wind. The breeze dropped to almost nothing. Soon we were shedding our excess clothing and the guys began preparing to anchor. Lots of other boats were already anchored nearby; clearly, this was a popular choice. 

Rita, Liz, and I went to work in the galley while the men secured the boat and by the time their work was complete we had sandwiches and beers ready for all hands. It was truly amazing how warm it had become once we were protected from the wind. Soon we were all down to shorts and t-shirts except Liz, of course, who was wearing a deeply cut halter top to better display her boobs.

After eating, relaxing, and getting thoroughly warm, Ken announced that it was time for a swim. "By the way," he said, looking at me, "It's a tradition that new crew members on the 'Standard Sunday Sail' lead the way and jump in first."

"Uh, but I didn't bring a suit," I objected. "Nobody told me we would be going swimming," I added glaring at Nick.

"Of course not, we always skinny dip," Ken said with a slight leer.

Well they'd all seen my tits and most of the rest of me at Liz's 'Euro' party and I sure wasn't going to let them think me a prude; so no big deal, right? 

But then I remembered my totally bare, obscenely exposed crotch. Shit! 

I looked at Nick and immediately suspected he was reading my mind as he chuckled quietly. Oh well, I stood up, resigned to the coming embarrassment and said, "Well, I guess traditions must be obeyed."

With that I stripped off my t-shirt and calmly removed my bra. The guys gave me a brief round of applause. Then I unzipped and dropped my shorts. With only panties remaining there was nothing left but to just do it. At that moment I sure wished my 'luscious orchid' (Nick's term) was a much smaller flower. 

With a sigh of resignation, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties and smoothly slid them off exposing my "camel's toe" (as Nick had also grossly referred to it last night) for all to see. 

Ken's eyes widened and he grinned from ear to ear. "Whoa, nice, very nice!" he exclaimed. 

Carlos, of course, added his approval and Rita said, "My, my, what have you been up to little sister?" Liz just looked at me inquisitively with one eyebrow arched.

So there I was and if you can blush from head to toe, I'm sure I did. Certainly I'd never felt so publicly naked and totally exposed. 

"That's all there is boys," I said shaking my titties briefly before diving in the water to cheers from the surrounding boats.

Wow! Nobody had mentioned that San Francisco Bay is freezing cold, even in late summer. I surfaced with a gasp.

"You bastards," I yelled. "You better get in here before I freeze to death."

Fortunately they followed suit quickly and soon there were six of us naked and freezing in the chilly water. About three minutes of that was more than enough and soon we all climbed back aboard again to applause from the nearest boats.

Liz observed that we were a fine collection of hard nipples and shriveled dicks. Rita added that the balls seemed to have disappeared entirely. We ladies laughed uproariously at our men's diminished conditions but I couldn't help noticing that Carlos' cock, even shrunken, was still about the average guy's length -- and uncircumcised. Hmmm, I'd never even seen one of them up close.

Eventually we got dressed and while the men prepared to get under way, we women chatted while cleaning up the cockpit and galley from the remains of lunch. As we worked, Rita casually asked Liz what she and Ken had done Saturday night. When she said they had stayed home and watched a movie, Rita innocently asked what movie? 

"Actually it was a home movie," Liz responded.

"Knowing you, it wasn't of you and the kids at the zoo," Rita said laughing.

"You got that right. There's nothing like watching yourself being fucked on screen while you're being fucked in real life. Like sex in stereo," Liz added, laughing as well.

I wasn't at all surprised that Liz and Ken had made their own X-rated movies; but I was a bit surprised that Rita wasn't shocked. 

"Carlos has a video camera. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to get you doing nasty things as well," said Liz.

After a long pause, Rita said quietly, "Well actually he has." 

"And?" said Liz.

"And it was fun ... and sexy," Rita somewhat defiantly replied.

"I totally agree," said Liz. "Watch out Marcy. Your boyfriend's got a video camera too."

"Actually, he's got three of them."

Liz stared at me for a long moment. "Let's see: shaved pussy; three video cameras; you were making dirty movies last night, weren't you?" she exclaimed with glee.

I know for certain I blushed crimson right then.

"It's so great you and Nick are together; you're perfect for him," she said enthusiastically and I relaxed, realizing that her teasing really was intended kindly.

We were interrupted by the sounds of the anchor being raised and Liz said that we'd better stow things securely as the last portion of our sail would again have us heeled steeply to first one side then the other. 

She was right. From our anchorage east of Angel Island, our destination, Sausalito, lay directly upwind at the end of the narrow channel formed by the Tiburon Peninsula and the island.

As we started up the channel, sails pulled in tight and tilted at about 30 degrees, I saw that there were about 50 sailboats zigging and zagging, just like us, as they tried to go west and another 50 sailing straight downwind headed toward us. No lanes, just everybody going every which a way; it looked like total chaos. 

But when I made this observation, Ken laughed and said there were indeed rules and people got yelled out at when these were not observed. 

"But, he added, "the important thing to understand is that every skipper is silently racing every other boat that is headed in even roughly the same direction." 

"And the power boats," I asked.

"Oh we just ignore them," he said dismissively. "It's their job to avoid us."

It really was great fun and quite exciting comparing our speed against the other sailboats and watching the men handle the sails with each maneuver. I noticed that our old but beautifully kept wooden boat seemed to elicit admiring stares from the nearby boats while Ken and Nick barely deigned to notice the fiberglass ones.

"A plastic fantastic," Nick said haughtily when I pointed out another boat that I thought was quite beautiful.

"Our men are kind of sailing snobs, aren't they?" I stage whispered to Liz.

"You got that right! Wood boat sailors are the worst. They hate it that the fiberglass boats go faster and require a tenth the maintenance."

Well, that provoked a storm of objections from the men. 

The trip ended with the wind dying under the hills above Sausalito and we motored the last bit until we reached our slip. Since everyone but me was quite familiar with the drill we quickly had the boat cleaned up and covered with its protective canvas. Then we headed off to the crew's favorite pizza joint for dinner. 

At dinner, I suffered some good natured teasing about my "excellent haircut" and various double entendres about "toes"; but I sensed that Ken and Carlos were really a bit jealous that Nick had found himself such a lusty young woman. Liz expressed the hope that Ken would find his balls by the time they got home. 

Sexual banter seemed to come naturally to our little group; but I felt completely accepted and so I tried to be just as crude as the others.

After dinner we went our separate ways and when we got back to the house, Nick suggested we take a shower together. I was beginning to recognize that as a signal that he was hoping to make love. Even though I'd never been too fond of showering with my lovers -- not wishing to share the details of feminine hygiene -- I certainly didn't want him to think I wasn't up for what might follow. Besides, my 'Brazilian' was still fresh. 

After a day of sun and salt water, the shower felt fantastic. Of course Nick was planning on washing me and his soapy hands were soon doing a far more thorough and enjoyable job of washing my breasts than mine would have. 

"Oooo baby that's nice," I cooed as he held me from behind and played with my nipples with one hand while his other washed my belly and slipped between my legs. Pretty soon he shifted position so that he could soap up my back. At first he scrubbed my back with the loofah. Then he put it aside and I felt a soapy hand sliding between my cheeks. 

I was learning that there is something decadently delightful about having one's butt washed and when one of those fingers circled my puckered hole, well that felt really nice, too. 

"You are such a nasty boy," I moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Not really," I replied.

His soapy finger slipped just inside me. He fucked me with it gently as he washed the rest of my crotch and it felt surprisingly good. 

"That's nice, too, but I think you've got it really clean," I said finally. Nick laughed but withdrew his finger.

"My turn," I said as I grabbed the soap. 

I love feeling his firm muscles so I spent considerable time washing his chest and back before kneeling and, starting at his feet, slowly washed each leg. By the time I reached his thighs his cock was already sticking out. 

"Mmmm, it's already so big," I said as I started washing his crotch. Nick spread his legs apart so that I could do his balls better; but, after thoroughly washing them, I reached further back until I was sliding my hand up between his cheeks.

With my middle finger I lightly stroked his hole and said, "Hmmm, you've got one of these too." He laughed at that and moved away but I sensed that he'd actually enjoyed my brief exploration more than he would have wanted to admit.

By this time we were both incredibly horny and we wasted little time drying off.

"Would you like me to put on something sexy," I asked as I pressed my breasts against his chest and gave him a deep soul kiss.

"No, I'd like you naked on our bed right now!" he answered. 

And with that he picked me up and carried me to his king sized bed. Now I'm pretty thin but at 5'10" that's still 122lbs and so it's incredibly sexy when a man treats me like I'm not big and not a load. 

I swear I got gushy just cradling my head against his neck and shoulders as he carried me.

And it just got better when we got to the bed. After a few minutes of trying to swallow each other's tongues, Nick kissed his way down to my breasts. Then he nibbled on my nipples until they jumped to attention and practically saluted.

"Honey, I need that tongue of yours in my cunt right now," I practically begged. 

By now I knew that he loved this kind of talk but it still didn't come that easily - even though it did make me feel deliciously naughty when I managed it.

Smoothly he kissed his way down my belly and I spread my legs so he could move in between them. I was surprised, however, when he slid off the bed and, kneeling at the edge, grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down so that my butt was on the edge of the bed and my feet were planted on his shoulders. 

Then he kissed his way up my inner thighs, a sensation that bordered on ticklish but also sent my pussy into turmoil. 

God I wanted his tongue up in there; but the bastard had other ideas. Looping an arm around each of my thighs, Nick reached around to my pussy from above with each of his hands. Then he leaned back and spread me open. Having him film my gaping pussy last night had been wild; but it still wasn't easy for me to have a man staring into my pussy from just inches away. 

"Get your tongue in there!" I commanded. 

Nick broke into a big grin and said, "Yes ma'am."

Damn my man is good! In seconds his tongue was deep inside me, its tip tantalizing every sensitive spot it could reach. Soon he was tongue fucking me, pausing every now and then to suck on my swollen lips. I was in heaven even as I ached for him to do my clit.

Finally though he leaned back and spread me open with his fingers once again. The hood over my clit was pulled back as well and as he gazed at my sex he licked his lips, which were coated with my stuff.

"Would you like to cum now?"

"Oh yes, please," I begged. And with that he leaned in and began swirling his wet tongue lightly around my engorged nubbin. 

"Oh fuck yes!" I screamed when my orgasm exploded. While my whole body continued to shudder in the aftermath of my orgasmic spasms, Nick slipped his tongue deep inside me and I could hear him slurping up the juices flowing from my cunt.

Now I don't know if Nick has trained me or simply discovered aspects of my sexuality that no other man had previously bothered to explore. But surely I had never realized how multi-orgasmic I can be. 

And, at least with Nick, the second cum is even easier than the first. So there he was, staying right between my legs, alternating fabulously between that slow tongue fuck and sensuous lip suck. When he felt my shaking ease, though, he went right back to my clit and in an embarrassingly short time I was cumming in his mouth once again.

Still, he stayed right there. "Oh boy, a trifecta," I thought. 

But then Nick unwrapped his arms from around my thighs and, since I was still perched with my butt on the edge of the bed, used his palms to spread my cheeks.

Gazing at my crotch he said, "There's a bit of leakage down here. I'd better clean it up." With that he leaned in and I felt his tongue licking up the juices that were leaking down toward my butt. 

Well, he didn't stop there and pretty soon I felt his tongue exploring around my butthole.

"Oooo," I murmured softly.

"Like it?" he asked. 

"Uh, yeah, if you do."

His tongue was warm and wet and it was incredibly sexy to feel him trying to push it inside me. After a bit, he replaced his tongue with a finger, which did succeed in invading my ass. And he returned to licking my clit. 

What an odd combination of sensations: a finger fucking my ass and a clit-licking master doing his damnedest to launch me to heaven. The finger definitely was not a distraction.

When the orgasm hit me, it arrived with such force that I could feel my asshole clenching around his finger as the spasms rolled through me. 

After I finally relaxed enough to look down at Nick, he was looking up at me with a huge grin. 

"Yes, I liked it!" I said. I sounded almost defiant and it did seem for an instant as if he had won some sort of debate. 

Nick just slid me up on the bed and sliding his cock inside me said, "Cool." The big grin was still on his face but I really didn't care. After all, it had been a GREAT orgasm.

And not the last one either. Nick gave it to me hard and fast right from the start and that was just how I wanted it. I was so turned-on that I even held off frigging my clit until I was sure that his blast was imminent. Then we came, together, so powerfully that it felt like we just melted into one another.

Nick was so drained by the experience that after a few muttered sweetnesses he was gone, for the night I suspected. I was, as usual, a bit energized by all the great sex and so I padded out to the kitchen for some water. I sat for a while looking out at the moon over his yard pondering recent events and the changes that had occurred in my life over the last month.

Nick was the oldest man I'd ever dated much less fucked; but we'd connected so well in so many ways -- besides the sexual aspects that I've focused on here. "He definitely challenges me," I remember thinking. 

The woman I was a month ago would have rejected even the most minor anal incursion and as for sex videos, well, the thought of starring in one - even homemade and never to be seen by others - would have been beyond the pale. Was I being manipulated by this sexy man or was he just helping me to discover my wilder self? Or perhaps both.

What was the difference anyhow? I wanted to please him, sure; but posing for nude photos and then performing sex acts for the camera had been incredibly exciting and arousing for me, too. 




The Movie Lovers Ch. 05



It had just never occurred to me that exhibitionism could be fun. In fact, I'd been semi-nude in public exactly twice in my life before last month and now I was flaunting my most intimate self for his camera, even jumping in the bay naked, and loving it all.

So was I comfortable with the 'new me' that I was discovering in this relationship? I finally concluded that was a definite yes. Even though I was getting emotionally involved - and I should be concerned about the rebound relationship factor - it had been an amazing ride so far. I was definitely curious to see how this new me would handle this hot man and his fantasies. 

As for the anal sex thing, I'd watched enough porn with Nick to have seen several women being fucked in the butt and they'd all seemed to enjoy it. Amazing how my opinion was changing on something I'd always thought unsanitary and disgusting. 

I still couldn't see pussies as being beautiful; but at least they were interesting, with their complex folds and fluids and all. But assholes? While I still couldn't fathom the male fascination with assholes, I had to admit that Nick's finger and his tongue had felt fabulous when they had explored mine. 

Let's face it, I decided at last, I've got a virgin orifice, I'm obviously curious, and I was certain my man would like to take that plunge. I was going to give it up to him eventually; so why not make it an event. I pondered the possibilities as I wandered off to bed.

It was tough getting going for work after a weekend of sailing and hot sex. But it helped that Nick is an early riser. I had a particularly intense schedule that week and arrived home Monday night rather late. I had called to warn Nick, who was such a darling: he had dinner nearly ready to serve when I arrived. 

He was also quite obviously horny as he coddled me with a warm bath and massage after dinner. Then he seduced me. I was quite impressed with his energy after our wild weekend. But then, in a flash, I understood.

"You've been editing our movie, haven't you?" I demanded as we relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Yeah, all day," he confessed.

"And staring at my pussy all day, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hah! And I was beginning to think you were Superman!"

"Well I guess looking at your hot body is all the kryptonite I need," he replied.

Damn him and his disarming answer! I nuzzled up against his chest and said, "You're sweet and I'm flattered but kryptonite is what made Superman weak."

"Then I guess you're my anti-kryptonite," he replied.

The week pretty much passed just like Monday. I was busting my butt at work, arriving home late and tired to a boyfriend who had spent the day staring at my crotch. I was impressed that he always managed to convert the tired bitch who arrived home at eight into a fairly horny bitch in heat by ten.

That Thursday night at dinner Nick announced that our movie would be ready for its grand premier on Saturday. 

"In that case," I told him, "I need the night off tonight and tomorrow to rest up ... and so do you."

He looked disappointed at first but accepted that it might be more fun to watch our film debut with a little pent up horniness.

That got me past Thursday night but the Friday night fuck was becoming a tradition and it was tricky convincing him that abstinence would make the heart grow fonder without giving the impression that I didn't want him. I tried to compensate him by wearing his favorite loose cotton workout shorts without panties and by offering glimpses of my bare pussy whenever possible. 

I even let him feel me up and briefly diddle me with a finger before leaving him frustrated when I went to bed. It reminded me of being a teenager: as in "you can go this far but no further;" but I made sure he knew that he could have it all tomorrow. 

I, at least, had a great night's sleep and when I finally awoke it felt like I had shed a week's worth of tiredness. 

Rita and I had planned a shopping trip. So after breakfast and a quick workout I headed off with her while Nick attended to some errands of his own. 

We had planned to check out some particularly attractive sales at a nearby outlet mall. There's nothing like cruising the racks and practically sharing dressing rooms as we judged what was hot and what was not, on each other, to break the ice and get down to some real girl talk. 

Physically, Rita could have been a body double for Jennifer Lopez ten years earlier. At lunch, over margaritas, she confessed that after two children and an extra ten pounds, she worried about Carlos, who was entering those infamous midlife crisis years.  

I knew that I had to be somewhat honest in my reassurances so I told her the extra ten pounds had certainly helped her in the boob department and a few extra pounds on her fabulous Latin ass hardly mattered. 

Then I mentioned noticing Nick, in particular, checking her out at Liz's party and on the boat. That stopped her for a moment. 

"Really?" she asked.

I assured her that it was true and mentioned seeing Ken leering at her butt as well. She laughed at that and seemed mollified for the moment. But then she continued on, obsessing about her legs, which had suffered a bit in the thighs as a result of her pregnancies. I urged her to let me show her some exercises to tighten them up. 

When the conversation turned to Nick and me, Rita was full of the questions she had avoided up until then. She asked me if Nick ever mentioned his deceased wife and I admitted that he almost never did. We speculated on whether that was a problem; but it was awkward territory, since I assumed that she and Jan, his deceased wife, had most likely been friends. 

Finally I had to ask what she was like. Rita paused for a long moment and finally said, "She was fun. Maybe a little wilder than you, but not that different. You would have liked her."

Wilder than me? Well that suggested a whole range of possibilities.

Finally she added cryptically, "They got together in the 80's, what would you expect?"

I wasn't sure how much more I wanted to know so I shifted the subject to Liz, who was closer to Jan's age. Liz and Rita were good friends; but what are friends for if not great gossip material. 

Well, first of all, I quickly learned that Rita was not at all thrilled with Liz's recent surgical update. 

"It's crazy, she's ten years older than me and now looks five years younger," she complained, "and she has to flaunt those fake tits everywhere she goes."

I answered by emphasizing her own exotic beauty and agreed that Liz sometimes over does it with her sexuality.

"You're style is way sexier," I added, "She advertises so blatantly that I think the guys are sometimes put off. But maybe you could let go of the mom role a little bit, when you don't need it. Let them see the sexy Latina within." 

Actually, I kind of liked Liz's wildness but I figured that agreeing with Rita and then encouraging her to loosen up was the best way to approach it. 

"Speaking of loosening up, did you really make a dirty movie with Nick?" she asked.

I admitted that I had. "Nick has too much free time," I added. "I think he spent the whole week editing our production. Tonight is the premier showing." 

Rita thought that was just wild. "I wish I could come to your 'opening,' darling," she joked.

"No way!" I responded.

"Well we have to get you something special to wear. I know just the store."

So after two margaritas each, we toddled off to find me something exotic and erotic for the evening. The boutique Rita had in mind was a lewder version of a Victoria's Secret store. She found the perfect bustier that she really didn't need but that, as I assured her, Carlos would enjoy removing. 

I found the most amazing crocheted pants: skin tight and white, in a very open knit that tightened up only slightly in the pubic area. The designer wasn't even trying to conceal the crotch. The matching micro-bikini style top didn't actually cover my nipples either, and clearly underwear was not intended to be worn. It was also pretty expensive. Rita loved it and it did fit me perfectly. 

"This isn't even street legal," I objected.

"So why go out on the street, I'd say this number leads straight to bed," she replied. "Consider it a rent check; I'm sure Nick would prefer it to money." 

So I bought it.

When I finally got home, Nick was napping on the couch but roused himself with my arrival. 

"Buy anything interesting?"

"I'll show you later." 

After dinner I sent Nick off to the shower after refusing his suggestion that I join him. I had some stubble to take care of and since my new outfit looked like something a porn star would wear to the X-rated Oscars, I wanted my makeup to complete the look. 

When he exited the bathroom I told him that I expected him to dress like a porn producer for our opening night gala. He laughed but agreed. I took over the bathroom and attempted to become the proud star of "Rosie's Audition."

My preparations gave Nick plenty of time to organize his entertainment center but when I made my entrance I struggled not to collapse with laughter. Nick had dredged up a suit straight out of "Saturday Night Fever," electric blue shirt with collar over the jacket lapels and all! As I regained my composure I said, "Dick, you look amazing!"

"So do you," he replied. 

He seemed mesmerized by the exotic contradiction in my outfit. I was wearing pants and a top but at the same time the open crochet patterns left me essentially naked. Since I had his rapt attention, I pirouetted to give him the backside view knowing full well that the weave was even more open back there. As for the top, I hadn't realized that aroused nipples would poke right through.

"That is absolutely obscene -- and fantastic!" he said at last.

I wiggled my ass in appreciation for the compliment. "Glad you like it; since no one else is ever going to see it -- except Rita. She helped me pick it out."

Nick produced some champagne, popcorn, and a loaded pipe. Then he stood in front of the screen and as if addressing a theater audience announced, "Ladies and gentlemen I want to welcome you all to the first of many fine performances by Hot Fuck Films' new star Rosie D. Riveter. Rosie is here tonight and after the screening she will answer questions and, we hope, offer us a live show!"

I had made a face when Nick mentioned "the first of many fine performances," after all there wasn't much I hadn't done in this first film. As for the live performance part, I was definitely looking forward to that; but the fantasy of doing it in front of a crowd sent a twinge to my crotch.

Without further ado, Nick handed me a glass of champagne, we toasted, and he joined me on the leather couch. 

Well home movie editing has come a long way. Nick had inserted the title - "Rosie's Audition" - and then the credits -- "Starring Rosie D. Riveter and Dick Long," as the first scene had me walking up to the house. 

"Riveter?" I said sounding a little annoyed.

"It's an old joke," he replied. "I can change it if you want."

"I'll think about it."

As our movie proceeded to the photo shoot and the part where Dick/Nick cons Rosie/me into ever more revealing poses, I discovered that Nick's editing software has a function that allows him to print cheesy commentary over the action at inappropriate moments. 

Like when Rosie first says that she's not going to get naked, he added "Of course you are; you just don't know it yet." And then when I finally get naked and he zoomed in on my crotch he added, "Ummm, yummy."

Nevertheless he had done an excellent job of cutting back and forth between the video cameras and even spliced in a number of still photos that he had shot with his Nikon. From what little I know of editing I guessed these were probably not simple tasks and I told him I was impressed. I added that I thought he was wasting his talents on porn.

"It could get boring, if I didn't have such an interesting subject to work on," he said as he nodded toward the screen.

Well there I was, sitting back on the bed spreading my legs -- and pussy -- for the cameras. Then the action stopped for a still photo of me glancing up at the camera, still slightly bent over, as if I had just been caught staring into my wide open cunt. It really was very sexy and totally obscene.

"That was a good one," Nick commented, as he stared at the screen until the action resumed.

"Shit, I really did those things didn't I?"

"It gets better," he said.

Well I don't know that it got better in production terms; but as you know, it got a lot more pornographic. I was totally embarrassed watching myself the first time I came by masturbating. Nick, of course, called it a beautiful thing. I wasn't about to admit it to him; but I secretly agreed that I really was pretty hot! 

I decided that my body was almost as good as the porn stars in the movies I had watched -- if you didn't count the women with fake tits. My butt looked great and my nipples were hard and perky throughout.

In fact, they were poking right through the open crocheted material of my top right then. Now this is pretty weird, I thought; I'm getting turned on watching myself masturbate.

About then Nick put an arm around my shoulder and teased one of the protruding nipples with one hand as his other slipped between my thighs. I settled back and sighed as I spread my legs a little. 

Then I pointed to the screen and said, "I still want to watch."

Nick's debut in our movie was the cunt licking scene. This was the part that I had filmed. I had done a pretty fair job of capturing Nick's tongue work but I hadn't held the camera out far enough to show much of what he was licking. You would think that I would have been happy not to have captured the most intimate details; but my professional side was disappointed. 

Of course my orgasms were video disasters - in terms of holding the camera steady - as I thrashed around. Nick thought that was cool but I didn't.

Personally, I thought my blow job was pretty darn sexy. Nick had done well, shooting down from above with the video camera; but we were both dissatisfied with the results from the two cameras mounted on tripods. We hadn't been able to zoom them in or out without compromising the action by messing with the remotes. As a result Nick hadn't used much of their footage.

That was OK for the blowjob; but when it came to our fucking, well the stationary cameras weren't so successful. And neither one of us had succeeded very well at filming with the handheld, either. When you're fucking, you're moving and so, generally speaking, was the camera. 

The next part, with me on top and all three cameras stationary on tripods, worked out fairly well in my opinion; but Nick thought the cameras missed too much detail due to poor lighting and being too far away. Actually, lighting was an issue in several scenes but Nick was more dissatisfied with such details than I.

The cumshot, however, was a rousing success. He even isolated a frame showing a spurt flying through the air toward my mouth and used it as the background for the closing credits. I complained that it was gross but he said it was the fantasy moment of his life. 

He assured me that whenever he watched our movie solo, cum would surely be shooting from his cock as well. What could I say? As long as his orgasmic fantasy included MY face, I decided, it was OK.

The credits were just plain silly. Stuff like: Cinematography: Ian Twat Fluffer: Sally D. Sucker

I had no idea what a 'fluffer' was.' When he explained, I found it hard to imagine a job that required a woman to spend her day sucking on the dick of basically anyone who requested it.

"I imagine she'd have to be pretty creative," I commented, "I mean she's got to be dealing with some pretty experienced guys."

"I imagine that for most men just seeing their dick in your pretty mouth would get them hard."

Hmmm. 

"If you don't stop fingering me through my pants, you're going to stretch out the crocheting right where I need it most," I sort of complained. When I stood up to remove them, Nick stood with me and suggested we move to the bedroom. I readily agreed.

After we shed our clothes, Nick had his tongue between my labia and was slurping up my nectar in seconds. He could tell, I guess, that I really didn't need much of a warm-up, for he wasted little time in moving up to my clit. I erupted in a massive orgasm almost immediately.

As I floated in blissful satiation, I felt Nick's hands lifting up my thighs until they were draped over his shoulders. With my knees now up and well parted I could feel his hands spreading my cheeks so that my butthole was as exposed as my pussy. It felt both delicious and naughty when his tongue began exploring back there.

"Woohoo!" I gasped in surprise and pleasure.

"Want me to stop," he asked.

"No," I said almost resentfully. He had me going and he knew it.

"Oh fuck, that is NICE!" I exclaimed. Then, "You ARE a nasty man."

Then he started to diddle my clit with his fingers. The combination was absolutely unendurable. His tongue and his fingers were just too wonderful not to have yet another earth shaking, mind blowing cum. My asshole must have spasmed in the throes of my orgasm because it felt like his tongue really was up inside me as I came.

"I need your dick in me NOW," I commanded. I didn't get any argument - just a super hard cock jammed into my lasciviously displayed pussy. 

"Oh yeah, baby, use me. Fuck my cunt any way you want to lover. The way you licked my clit, you've earned it, baby." 

Talking this way was still very new and yet I found it quite arousing myself. The way he pounded my pussy with his cock in response reassured me that Nick was also enjoying my nasty language.

His serious expression almost made me laugh but I'd learned by then that it meant his cock was now in complete control of his brain. He was giving it to me hard and deep and fast and I loved every powerful thrust. I almost didn't even want to cum myself; it was so beautiful watching him reaching the peak of physical pleasure.

"Oh yes, give it to me. Fill me up with your hot sweet cum. Give it to me baby. Give it to me," I begged.

Boy did he. I love that incredible moment when his rhythm becomes ragged just before he explodes. Then came the long deep thrusts and I felt his warm seed gushing into me.

"Oh God yes, fill me up," I moaned.

As his thrusting slowed, he finally rested inside me and then smiling, he sat back on his heels. I felt his softening cock slide out of me. He gazed at my pussy and when I looked down at my crotch, I saw a dribble of his creamy cum leaking out from between my swollen labia.

I touched it with a finger. It felt slick and gooey and when I slipped two fingers inside myself I discovered a pool of his copious cum. Inspired to even more slutty behavior, I scooped some up on my fingers and spread it all around my crotch. Then, pulling back the puffy hood, I massaged my clit gently with his stuff as lubricant. 

Nick stared with rapt attention as I scooped out some more and, tasting it said, "Yum, we are good together!"

"That was so hot darling; do you mind if I cum just one more time?" I asked sweetly as I began teasing my clit.

"Sure baby, let me help," Nick replied and easily slid two fingers into my juicy, well stretched cunt. 

"Oh shit, that is good," I cried out as his fingers found my g-spot and began a tantalizing massage.

I was well past wanting or needing finesse and so between his fingers inside and mine, frantically frigging my clit with his cum as lubricant, my orgasm exploded with such force that I almost blacked out.

As I came back to reality I found Nick spooning me from behind with one arm around me and the attached hand, naturally, cradling a tit. He felt so male and yet so comfortable to be with.




The Movie Lovers Ch. 05



"Was I too outrageous?" I asked at last.

"Oh no," he replied, "You were amazing. Our movie - and tonight -- hell you are just incredibly sexy."

"That's what you like, isn't it," I asked wanting more reassurance.

I waited nervously until finally he said, "Marcy, I'm crazy about you. Maybe I'm a bit more, shall we say, uninhibited than what you're used to in men; but truly, I love the way you've opened up with me."

"That's true Nick. You have been a bit of a challenge but I have loved every minute of it. I guess I just don't want you to think I've always been such a slut!"

He laughed at that and said, "Well I hope you'll always be such a slut with me."

We lay together for a bit more. Finally I said, "Nick?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever had anal sex with a woman?"

"Yeah," he said slowly.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't ever done it," I said then added, "A guy once tried but I managed to distract him. But watching your dirty movies has gotten me curious because the girls actually do seem to like it."

"Some do, I hear," he said softly.

"Well I do like your tongue -- and your fingers -- down there."

"I noticed," he commented. 

I reached around and slapped his butt.

"So would you like to try it with me?"

"Definitely."

I felt his dick hardening as it nestled between my cheeks.

"I didn't mean right now," I said as I reached back and squeezed it.

"I was thinking that, since you would be taking my anal virginity, maybe we should preserve the moment for 'posteriority' on a video."

The malapropism was a slip of the tongue but as it came out I liked it. Nick groaned but I felt a surge of blood in his dick. He worked his arms around and shifted our positions slightly so that he could use both hands to tease my nipples.

"Let me make sure I heard this right. You're suggesting we make a video of you getting fucked in the ass for the very first time."

"If you have to put it that crassly, yes." I want it to be the climax of a new "Rosie" video. Not just you 'fucking my ass'."

"But what if you don't enjoy it? That wouldn't make a very erotic movie."

"Well that's why I'm actually glad you've got some experience," I said winking. "I trust you to be gentle ... and lube me up really, really well!"

He laughed.

"Look, I really do want to try it with you. I just thought making a movie of it would be kind of kinky fun."

He looked thoughtful then said, "I know, "Fucking Rosie's Red Rectum." How's that for a title."

"You're gross," I screamed and punched him, not too hard, in the shoulder.

He thought some more. "Then how about 'Doing Rosie's Rosebud'?"

"Rosebud?" I asked.

"You know, like William Randolph Hearst's obsession with what's-her-name's ass. Rosebud was supposed to be his last word."

I stared uncomprehending. "Rosebud was the name of his sled."

"That was in the movie. Think about it, a puckered anus does look a bit like a rosebud."

"I guess I haven't been staring anuses as much as some people," I said sarcastically.

"Well, why don't you stick your ass up in the air and spread your cheeks. I'll take a photo and you'll see that it's just like a little rosebud."

"Asshole," I exclaimed and with a little tickling got him to roll over so that his own butt was exposed. I pried apart his cheeks and said, "Oh, here's one I can check out."

"You're right," I exclaimed, "just like a hairy rosebud," as I swiped my tongue between his cheeks and lightly touched his pucker. 

Hmmm, I thought, as he didn't exactly resist, perhaps this is a place he would like me to go sometime. But it was late by then and neither one of us had the energy to go another round.

When Nick remembered on Monday that he was going to be away on business the following weekend, we decided that the filming of Rosie's next adventure would have to wait almost two weeks.

As it turned out, that that meant two weeks of rather interesting sex as we discussed camera angles and plot while screwing our brains out almost nightly. Playing with my butt became a frequent part of his foreplay and I was no longer coy about hiding my pleasure when he rimmed me with his tongue or gently slid a well lubricated finger inside.

Moaning, "Oh baby, I can't wait to feel your hard cock in my ass," just before he was about to cum in my pussy was guaranteed to get him off big time.

Before meeting Nick, I'd never been too enthralled with giving blowjobs. But given the enthusiasm with which he licked my pussy and inspiration from the videos we had watched, I had definitely gotten into them in recent weeks. I had even discovered that the heady flavor and muskiness of his crotch slicked up with my own juices was curiously arousing. 

I guess my new enthusiasm for having my face in his crotch had become obvious, for soon Nick would take a pause during fucking so that we could indulge ourselves in a languorous, juicy sixty-nine. 

We usually lay on our sides and he would hook his arm around my upper thigh leaving my entire crotch open for whatever he chose to do. I would often do the same so that I could lick and suck his balls. 

It was one night that week as we were so entwined that I felt Nick move down from my gaping well tongued pussy as he spread my butt cheeks with his hands and begin to explore the exposed cleft with his tongue. 

I remember having one of his balls in my mouth as I pondered why something as obviously nasty as butt-licking should feel so good. 

Then it occurred to me that Nick might like his butt licked too. After all, a butt's a butt pretty much, right? I doubted that the sensations and pleasures differed much between men and women.

Being almost as tall as Nick, it wasn't that difficult to reach around and spreading his cheeks, slide my tongue along his slightly hairy crack. I felt his body tense at first at my lingual invasion but then he seemed to relax just a bit. 

"Nice?"

"Uh, yeah," he replied somewhat reluctantly.

"It's OK to like it baby. After all, we've both got the same equipment down here. I know just how you feel," I added laughing. 

With that I dove into my very first mutual butt-licking session with more enthusiasm than you might expect. Just knowing that I had found a way to push Nick's limits was such a turn on! 

We must have spent at least the next ten minutes in the most fabulously sensual oral explorations. My tongue squirmed its way up to his anal pucker and his did likewise to mine. I paused to munch on his firm cheeks and he followed my example delightfully. 

There is something absolutely incredibly decadently intimate about tongue fucking a man's asshole while he is doing the same to yours.

I could feel Nick's cock throbbing against my chest and throat with every stab of my tongue. Finally I felt him slide back down so that he could suck on my sopping cunt. But as he did I felt a finger replace his tongue in my well moistened rear. 

I followed his lead taking his dick in my mouth and sliding a finger you know where. Somehow Nick managed to get a finger or two in my pussy even as he licked my clit and used a finger of the same hand to fuck my ass. 

The combined sensations were incredible. I tried to mimic his actions by fucking him likewise with my mouth and finger.

It isn't easy to focus on a blowjob when one is rapidly approaching an orgasm but I did my best - and as it swept over me I plunged my finger to the hilt in poor Nick's ass. He exploded instantly in my mouth. 

"Oh yes, baby," I screamed. I moaned as I shook in my own ecstasy and slurped up his jism. We lay there for a while in the sixty-nine version of spooning - our faces in each other's crotches. 

After a bit Nick licked me to another gentle and very sweet cum while I sucked on his softening dick. 

I'd definitely explored new territory as far as oral sex was concerned. I even suspected that I provided Nick with a new experience down there. 

During our sex play earlier that evening Nick had suggested that my Rosie character, having made the decision to open a porn site on the internet, would have cast all inhibitions aside. It was a chance, he argued, to explore my inner slut. Well, with Nick at least, his cock fucking my ass was about the only thing left to explore.



The Movie Lovers Ch. 06



In the first five chapters of my saga, I meet my boyfriend Nick, have my first experiences of watching pornographic movies, and eventually agree to make one of our own. In that first movie, I play Rosie, an aspiring model, who allows Dick a sleazy photographer, to con her into making a 'dirty movie.' 

Since then I'd become curious to try anal sex and proposed that we make another movie, staring Rosie, to document my anal deflowering.

Friday morning Nick headed off on his business trip. When I came home from work that evening, I faced my first weekend in his house alone. 

Fortunately, Rita and Liz, the wives of Nick's two best friends, had invited me to go shopping with them on Saturday. Our mission was shoes in the morning, then lunch, and then whatever inspired us later. 

While Rita was trying on several pairs in one of the stores, I noticed a display featuring a selection of strappy high heels that looked like they would be most appropriate on a porn star. I was eyeing a pair with 4" Lucite heels and silver straps and pondering how they would look on Rosie when I heard Liz behind me ask, "Looking for a little surprise for Nick?"

"Something like that," I answered ambiguously. "4 inch heels will put me an inch taller than Nick but then I don't expect to be standing next to him for long." 

She laughed. "Oh I think Nick can handle the trauma. Try them on." 

I was pretty sure she was right, since I'd never met a man over six feet tall who objected to my being slightly taller in heels. Maybe it's a self confidence thing. 

In any case I really liked the shoes and knew that they would really flatter my long legs when I became Rosie. So of course I tried them on, they made my legs look great, and so I bought them.

We had lunch at a great little Cuban place that Rita had discovered. By our second mojito, Liz was back to the subject that we had discovered we had in common the previous weekend: namely, their husbands and my boyfriend liked making x-rated home movies. 

"So are your shoes for a new starring role?" Liz asked.

I was feeling just tipsy enough to admit that they were and even went on to describe my character, Rosie, and the basic plot. I left out the part about this next movie including me trying anal sex. 

Liz made me laugh as she described how she and Ken had given up on plots. 

"It's too damn difficult to keep stopping all the time to move the camera," she complained. "Now we just do scenes like a cocksucking scene or a pussy licking scene; but even so, Ken is always complaining that we need a real cameraman to get the right angles."

Rita laughed heartily. "Just like Carlos. I tell him it will be a cold day in hell before I let someone watch us fuck, much less film us!"

"Kenny suggested we get a camerawoman! I told him fat chance. It's gonna be a well hung young stud if anybody, I told him."

Liz' comment had us all in stitches. At 46, Liz is a brilliant, platinum blonde psychiatrist who for her 45th birthday had, as she put it, "her body updated." Eyes, thighs, and those amazing double D knockers: her body totally suited her outrageously expressed views on life and love. 

Rita, on the other hand, was constantly surprising me. I'd first known her in her role as a professional and as a mother; but she'd only recently revealed her lusty sexual nature. I'd noticed that Liz seemed to provoke that response from her. 

Was she just trying to keep up with bawdy Liz? Or perhaps hanging out with Liz freed her to express her inner self? I wasn't sure.

"Yeah, Nick's always complaining about the difficulty of working with stationary cameras or handhelds when we're fucking," I mentioned.

"Well it is a fun fantasy," Liz said after a moment. "You know, seducing the cameraman into a threesome," she added. 

We all laughed at that; but I suspected that she had just verbalized what all three of us had at some point fantasized. 

The conversation went on in that tone as we discussed men and their fetishes.

"Carlos always wants a plot in our scenes. He particularly likes playing the black master with me as the Spanish slave," Rita volunteered. She added that she enjoyed giving her 6'5" 250lb husband the chance to dominate, at least in fantasy.

We practically fell on the floor laughing when she said that because we knew that it was such a reversal of their normal rolls. 

I mentioned that Nick's goal in filmmaking seemed to be getting the video camera ever closer to my crotch and finding the best angle to get all the details.

"Of course, it does lead to him licking my pussy, which is a great fringe benefit."

"I tell Ken, if he wants to film it, he's got to lick it first," Liz commented. "Of course that's not really a problem. Kenny's an amazing pussy hound."

The conversation went on in this vein as we finished our third - and as we declared them, "The Last of the Mojitos," - which proved just how toasted we were. Finally we staggered off to find a Starbucks in order to sober up enough to get home safely. 

Since Nick was gone, Liz invited me over for a swim but I demurred. I didn't need Ken's lascivious stares, given my already horny state. What with Nick away and all, I really didn't need to be ogled by his best friend.

Later that evening I actually watched several DVDs from Nick's porn collection. It was strictly research you understand. As I lay naked on his couch, mini-massager in hand, I compared my performance in "Rosie's Audition" to the porn stars on the screen and decided that I really wasn't that bad. 

I was at least as good an actor as any of them (frankly, most didn't even seem to try) and my body, while not striking in the tit department, made up for it in my overall fitness and, I'll add quite immodestly, great ass.

As I used the fast forward button to sample various scenes I noted that most of the women rarely got beyond moans and dialogue like, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, etc." 

I made a mental note to try to be much more creative, verbally, next Saturday as I found those few women, who 'talked dirty' well, much sexier. Naturally I checked out the scenes that involved anal sex most closely; after all, I had offered to have my anal virginity taken on video and I needed to learn as much about the deed as possible. 

After Nick's comment about it not being very erotic if I didn't enjoy it, I found myself truly invested in making sure my first real attempt at being fucked in the ass was successful. I carefully watched the tongues and fingers, the lubricants and cocks, and noted how the women who seemed to enjoy it most masturbated furiously while their butts were being plundered.

I'd never watched a sex video alone; but with no one else present and thus feeling no need to be politically correct, I found that watching these women's asses being fucked was proving to be quite arousing.

I couldn't help imagining my own imminent deflowering. With my mighty midget massager for buzzing around my clit, I came several times as I watched a sweet young thing get the ass pounding of her life by several guys. I might have thought it exploitative had she not also cum several times during her performance. I mean, you can't cum if you're not enjoying yourself, can you? 

After watching an even bigger dick than Nick's fucking a young girl's butt at least as hard as he had ever fucked my pussy, I was somewhat reassured that this was something I could manage and might even enjoy. Lubrication and masturbation seemed to be the essentials. Nick would surely take care of the one and I was certain he would enjoy watching me taking care of the other.

Sunday, I spent a lazy day enjoying my new home. After working out and eating breakfast, I spent some time on the internet checking out websites featuring lingerie and bikinis. I was looking for inspiration for Rosie's costume. 

When Nick arrived home, he found me by the pool reading and taking in the late afternoon sun. His business trip had gone well, he said, and he'd even had time to shop for a little gift, he added, as he handed me a box.

"If it fits and you like it, I thought this might be something Rosie could wear for her next performance." 

I opened the box with some trepidation. It contained a pair of cotton shorts and a cotton top: not nearly as crazy as I was expecting.

"Try them on," Nick urged. So I went into the bedroom to change and to see why he found these clothes particularly exciting.

Well, the shorts were low-cut hip huggers that didn't actually reach to the bottom of my butt. Imagine a skirt 4" long but sewn together at the crotch. Now I understood why Nick liked them. The thin material was so loose around the thigh that my pussy would be exposed in almost any position. 

The g-string he provided had to be about the worlds tiniest. The usual triangle of material wasn't much larger than a postage stamp and even that ended before it actually reached my pussy. I was still maintaining the totally bare look down there, so it concealed nothing but the start of the hood covering my clit. From there the attached string actually slipped between my lips as it went under my crotch. 

As for the top, the thin cotton material was cut low to show off the swell of my breasts above and barely reached below my boobs. Four buttons secured it down the front but I left the top two undone to show a bit more of the tops of my breasts. If you don't got 'em, I figured, it's better to tease than flaunt 'em.

Nick loved the look when I modeled his purchases. I told him the shorts would never be worn in public. He laughed and we agreed that I'd definitely draw a crowd. 

"Stand in front of the mirror, Marcy."

I did and then he moved up close behind me and easily slid his hands under the loose material along the side of each thigh. He lightly brushed my pussy with his fingers and said, "I thought you could have fun with these during the tease part."

I agreed that the shorts were quite sexy but insisted he get his hand out of my crotch. "Dinner, a shower, and then you get me," I decreed, but secretly I was delighted to feel his hard cock pressing against my butt through his slacks. I took it as proof that I had fulfilled his vision when he selected them.

That night as we were making love, I mentioned that I had spent Saturday night studying 'game films' in preparation for our movie making. When he got the joke, he laughed. But as I continued to describe the butt-fucking scenes I had watched, it turned into one of the best and most enthusiastic fuckings I had ever received. 

As we lay there resting afterward, I mentioned that I was going to cut him off after Wednesday as I expected him to produce at least two huge loads for the camera on Saturday. He complained that it wasn't necessary but I suspect that my deadline, combined with our fantasies of what was to come, contributed to the next three sex crazed nights. 

By Saturday we could barely keep our hands off of each other.

Nick proposed that we start working on our production in the afternoon as that would offer the best light in his sunroom/studio. As I mentioned in an earlier chapter, that room had full picture windows on two sides and no curtains. Even though the windows opened onto his quite private backyard, I still found the possibility of being watched while having sex in front of them intimidating (and just maybe, a little arousing). 

When I counter- proposed that we wait until after dark, Nick pointed out that the view from outside would be even better then - what with the lights required for filming. I reluctantly agreed but told him he really needed to get curtains for that room. 

When he replied, "And deprive Ken of his voyeuristic thrills?" I smacked his butt and blushed at the memory of that earlier encounter in Nick's workout room. 

Even though we had discussed the plot and the sequence of scenes we planned to shoot, we had not bothered to write anything down. So as we had lunch by the pool we went over our plan, trusting that our previous success at improvising dialogue would continue. 

Since I was hoping to get a little color before we began, I was wearing one of my briefest bikinis and I enjoyed the fact that Nick was already looking at me with considerable lust. Eventually I announced that I was off to the shower and no, he could not shower with me, as I had feminine hygiene and make-up to take care of. 

In my research into anal sex, I had learned that if one has the opportunity to plan in advance, an enema is highly recommended. I'd never even had one but I found the necessary supplies at a local pharmacy and now undertook to use them. Actually it wasn't as disgusting as I expected and as I took a shower afterward, I felt more confident that there would be no ugly surprises later. 

It was fun putting on makeup because I usually wear very little. Playing Rosie meant that I could really tart it up. I wore my hair down in the 'fuck-me-curls' that I had worn for my first performance. The obscenely short shorts and the skimpy cotton halter combined with my makeup to produce exactly the effect I had hoped for. My Rosie was hot – totally slutty and hot!

Nick got a brief look at me as I sent him off to bathe and he showered me with compliments as he ogled my new slutty look. He was back in record time and looked great in a black t-shirt and grey slacks. His dark wavy hair was slicked back in a Euro-style that would have suited a porn producer or even a Mafia type. 

We began as before with Nick taping me as I walked up to the front door. The lightweight cotton shorts left the bottom of my cheeks slightly exposed below and the swell of my boobs was exposed up top. 

I was thankful that my walk to the front door was my only semi-public exposure. Anywhere, except here in Marin County, I would have been taken for a whore. Here, with our age difference, I could almost be the typical trophy wife – except that my tits were not enhanced. But I digress.

I sashayed up to the front door as sexily as I could and knocked as Nick filmed me.

"Great to see you Rosie," he said as he panned the camera from head to toe and then obviously paused to focus on my shorts.

"Love the shorts, Rosie."

"I don't know, Dick," I said as I half turned to flaunt the bit of exposed cheek for the camera, "I kinda think maybe they're too short."

He gestured for me to lead the way back to the studio. I assumed, correctly, that the camera was focused on my ass as I walked. When we reached the studio he invited me to sit on the couch.

Nick had two video cameras set up on tripods and was using the third as a handheld. Since I was wearing shorts, I sat down as I thought Rosie might sit: casually - Indian style – my pussy barely shielded from view. I leaned forward slightly so that the camera could capture the tops of my tits, since he was standing as we talked. 

"So as I told you on the phone, my contacts really liked your performance in "Rosie's Audition" and they're quite interested in setting up a website for you."

"Gee, that's great, Dick. I told my boyfriend what you said and he thinks it's a great idea, too. By the way, he really likes watching you fuck me on the copy of the DVD you sent. Sometimes when we watch it, he fucks me in exactly the same way that you are doing me on the TV. It's really fun!"

I had discovered in making our first home movie that part of the fun of improvising the dialogue was trying to surprise Nick and make him fall out of character. Thus my mention of my 'boyfriend' liking to watch us fuck was totally unexpected. I almost broke up laughing myself as I watched him struggle to maintain control while I prattled on 'airheadedly.'

"He really likes the part where I masturbate," Rosie continued, "And when you cum on my face and in my mouth –WOW! Now HE wants to do that all the time."

That got him. Nick had to pause his camera while we got our laughter under control.

"Was that too silly?" I asked.

"No, it was great. Let's press on."

Nick got all the cameras rolling and began by asking, "What about the other thing I mentioned on the phone?"

"Oh, you mean about doing anal?"

"Yeah, my website contacts told me that girls who take it in the ass sell a lot more downloads and DVDs. So naturally, they'd like to know if you're up for that too."

"Well I haven't ever done it," Rosie began, "but my boyfriend thinks it would be pretty cool. The problem is he's never done it before either. So he thought it would be better if I tried it first with a guy who has experience. Do you think you could show me how, Mr. Long?" Rosie asked with an innocent smile.

"I think we could work something out," Dick said with a shit-eating grin. "In fact, we could try it today," he added as if the thought had suddenly occurred. "That way you'll know if you'll want to do it again in the future."

"Great! I know my boyfriend can't wait to see me with your dick in my butt."

"Watch out Rosie, he may want to do it to you all the time."

"Maybe I'll want him to," she replied coquettishly.

With that Nick had me stand and directed me through a series of poses. I'd been rather nervous the first two times he'd had me pose nude or semi-nude. But the results had been quite flattering and erotic and now I was much more comfortable in front of the cameras. When he asked me to unfasten several buttons on the blouse, the material fell open so that my breasts were exposed all the way down to my nipples. 

I'm pretty tall and even though my breasts are nice and full and don't sag, I've always felt that they were just too small relative to my height. Several men, including Nick, have assured me that shape, feel, and nipples are more important than cup size; but I've always suspected that they were just humoring me. Thus I was flattered that he lingered there for a while, filming me as I cupped and squeezed them and teased my nipples to full erectness.

"Damn those are beautiful titties, Rosie. Why don't you show us all of them now?"

With such sweet encouragement, I happily shed the top and arched my back to show them off. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and teased him with just a hint of a view of the top of the g-string. He loved that pose and had me hold it as he moved around to film me from several angles.

"That's a dick stiffener for sure," Dick said. 

Rosie laughed and shook her little titties in appreciation.

Nick directed me through several more poses, which all involved teasingly revealing my pussy. Then I slipped off the shorts; but after a few quick poses of me in just the g-string he requested that I get naked.

Even though the g-string actually hid nothing, it was still a thrill to be posing totally naked once again. This was something Rosie would be totally into by now and so was I. 

It was even more fun than the first movie. When we taped that one, I wasn't entirely sure at the outset how far I would let things go. As it turned out, once I had consented to pose nude I found it such a turn-on that I ended up doing all kinds of things including fucking Nick on camera. 

This time I intended to be way nastier than my first performance. This time when he asked me to turn and bend at the waist to show off my ass, I did what the porn stars do. With a hand on each cheek I spread them and heard the buzz of the camera zooming in. 

And this time when he asked me to squat, I knew that it was because it made my lips open just slightly and I slipped two fingers inside. Then I displayed them, glistening with my juices, for the camera.

"Fuck, am I horny," Rosie said as she licked her fingers.

"That's a good thing," Dick said with a salacious grin. "Lie down on the couch now. Yeah, just like that. Now put one leg up on the back. Oh yeah, that's perfect."

So there I was stretched out on the couch with my legs splayed wide. I knew exactly what he wanted next and so I caressed a breast with one hand as I slid the other down between my legs. 




The Movie Lovers Ch. 06



"Show us that sweet thing Rosie. Remember how you did it before?"

Well of course I did. Nick's a gaping pussy fan so I gave him what he wanted.

"Like this right, Dick?" Rosie said as she used both hands to spread her puffy lips. "It gets me so hot showing off my juicy pink hole. Do you think the guys will like this, Dick?"

"Oh yeah, Rosie, that's perfect. Now slide a couple of fingers in there and show us how wet you are."

"Bet I'd get even wetter if you showed me your cock. I've got real fond memories of sucking Mr. Dick."

He laughed at that but quickly got naked. I was pleased to see that just by watching me so far he was already rock hard. As he exposed himself, I fingered my clit and pulled back the hood to expose 'Her Swollenness' saying, "My clit just loves to see your cock doesn't she." 

Poor Nick had his hands full, literally, as he stroked his cock with one while trying to hold the camera and zoom in on my crotch with the other.

"Bring that big boy over here," Rosie said, as she slid off the couch onto her knees on the floor.

Having watched numerous porn actresses go down on their knees to suck the cock - or cocks - they were about to fuck, I'd become rather enthralled with the concept. It shouldn't be something that would appeal to me. I mean kneeling in front of a man to service his dick would seem like a very demeaning thing to do; but, strangely, I found it incredibly erotic - at least in my imagination. 

In my fantasy I imagined spreading my knees and masturbating as he fucked my mouth. So that's what I did.

I kissed the tip then lightly sucked just the head into my mouth. Then I kissed my way down his length and licked my way back up.

"You're quite lovely, Mr. Dick," Rosie said.

After allowing his cock to kiss my tonsils a couple of times, I decided to give his balls some attention. As I first licked and then sucked one into my mouth, Nick said, "Did you know that's called tea bagging, Rosie?"

I almost choked with laughter as I got the picture but somehow I recovered quickly enough to reply, "Hmmm, then I'll have my tea with cream."

Nick chuckled and soon I went back to sucking his hard rod with enthusiasm.

"That's it, fuck my mouth," Rosie said as she felt his hips begin gently thrusting in response. 

At first, I rubbed my clit as he treated my mouth like a cunt. Then I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick so he couldn't accidentally thrust too far and briefly cupped his ass with my clit rubbing hand, pulling him toward me as a signal that he didn't need to worry about choking me. 

Since he usually preferred to cum inside me, I'd only sucked Nick off to orgasm a couple of times. But this time I was determined to make him cum and I hoped to time mine with his as I diddled my clit. 

Nick held the video camera above me as I bobbed up and down on his cock and the two cameras on tripods caught the action from either side. I had angled myself so that one of those could capture my hand in my pussy and I looked up frequently at the camera he held. 

Then I pulled back and looked straight at his cock, which was dripping my saliva. 

Rosie said, "You like my mouth, don't you, Mister Dick ... I bet you'd like to spit your hot cum in my mouth, wouldn't you ... Oooo, I'd like that, too, and I'll swallow every drop ... I just can't wait to taste your warm juice and feel it sliding down my throat."

Mister Dick's head was swelling as she stroked it and when it oozed some cum, she licked it up and said, "Yummy, but I want more."

Then Rosie went back to sucking him off. At first she held his cock in her mouth rubbing the underside of the head with her tongue. Then she scraped the bulbous head – very lightly – with her teeth. She felt it swell even more as Dick moaned his appreciation. She even tried sucking on his pee-hole very firmly and he seemed to like that, too.

Finally she went back to using her mouth like a very wet tight pussy, taking every bit of him deep in her throat as she kept her lips tight around the shaft.

Poor Nick. After all the anticipation and then being cut off for the last three days, I was now naked at his feet fucking him with my mouth ... well, the poor guy didn't have a chance. I wanted it all in my mouth and so as I felt his orgasmic spasm begin, I opened wide.

I stroked his spit lubed cock rapidly and made sure it was aimed directly at my mouth as he shot salvo after salvo of creamy cum onto my tongue. I even did my best to smile with an open mouth as I looked up at the camera and sluiced his juice around in my mouth. Then finally, I swallowed. 

I was so turned on by my totally lewd performance – and my fingers frantically frigging my clit – that at that moment I came too.

Nick stepped back to film me on my knees, fingers stuffed up my cunt, cum leaking from my mouth, and trembling with ecstasy. 

I needed a break and so did he. We shared fresh margaritas and another bit of his pot. But I still had flashes of insecurity about such totally slutty behavior.

"You know I'd never even thought about doing stuff like this before I met you."

"Of course I do," Nick replied. "That you're willing to fulfill my wildest fantasies and do it with such enthusiasm is what makes it so special." 

He continued to go on and on about how amazing and sexy my performance had been.

"Well I did kind of have fun," I confessed. "I just don't know if I should be."

He laughed at that. "Hey we're both adults and we're just playing with our fantasies. It's fine with me if you're a bit of an exhibitionist. In fact it's one of the things I love about you."

I continued to express some doubts; but the word 'love' helped quite a bit as did the hugs and kisses and more reassurance. I was definitely feeling a buzz from the drinks and the pot and was, frankly, still pretty horny. So I let Nick persuade me to press on with our movie.

We began the next scene with me once again sprawled back on the couch with a hand on a boob and the other gently fingering my pussy.

"Feeling better now, Dick?" Rosie said with a lascivious grin. "Your cum tastes so good and my boyfriend really loves watching me suck your dick."

"That was great, Rosie. I'm sure my contacts will be happy to know you swallow. Now, how about showing us some more of your juicy cunt before I taste it." 

Nick was definitely getting into 'talking dirty' now and I really did want his tongue down there soon; so I gave him what he wanted.

Rosie said, "You really like my cunt, don't you Dick. I remember how good your tongue felt inside me and ... oh, when you sucked on my clit, god you made me cum so good!" 

I was pleased to see that Nick's dick was already rising a little as I talked and spread myself for the camera. Soon I was fucking myself with two fingers of one hand as I teased my clit with the other.

"I'm so excited. I can't believe I still get to be licked and fucked ... and then you're going to do me in the ass!"

The combination of Rosie's nasty words and my trusty fingers really had me gushing by then and Nick, seeing the invitation, paused the handheld camera so that he could hand it to me. I scooted my butt down to the edge of the couch and aimed the camera at my crotch as Nick moved between my legs.

Nick never rushes things when he is eating me and this time he devoted extra effort to make sure my camera captured everything. I did get some nice gaping pussy footage of myself when he spread me open with his fingers. I also got some great detail of his tongue probing my hole and him sucking on my swollen lips. 

Then I filmed one of the great clit lickings of all time. Of course I still couldn't manage to hold the camera steady when I came; but afterwards, when we paused, he assured me that the two cameras on tripods had captured my orgasm. 

"That's what editing is for," he unnecessarily reminded me once again.

"Oh great," was my comment.

It took a few moments to reorganize things for the next scene. We'd planned to try several rather gymnastic positions that we'd agreed were particularly erotic in the porn films we'd watched. 

We started with me bent over the couch supporting myself with my arms on the back, one foot on the seat cushion, and the other on the floor. He arranged a video camera on a tripod as close to the floor as possible so that it pointed up at my exposed crotch. 

It felt strangely clinical to be holding that position while Nick found the perfect location for another camera, which would allow him to capture every detail of my butt and thighs as well as my face - when I looked back. 

Real cute. Now there would be no denying that the butt and all that happens therein belonged to me. Then he handed me the video camera's remote control and turned the view screen so that I could see what the camera was recording. Hmmm.

Being the ever thoughtful Nick, once he got the cameras rolling he knelt behind my exposed derrière and proceeded lap at my cunt at an angle that both did the job – lubrication – and got all the details. Then his fingers opened up even more of my 'details,' which were thoroughly recorded, for it was my finger on the zoom button of the remote control. 

As for my now happily horny, totally buzzed Rosie, she just smiled back at the camera. 

"Fuck me now, please," Rosie begged and Dick penetrated her to the hilt in one long slow thrust.

"Oh shit, that's good," she moaned.

When I glanced at the view screen, I saw that we had a really good angle for viewing my lips as his cock stretched them out and pushed them back in with each thrust. I thought that was so cool that I zoomed in a little tighter. 

It meant losing my face but I was pretty sure Nick would appreciate having his cock and my cunt nearly fill the screen.

After quite a bit of fucking like this, we paused the cameras to get ready for the next position. This one, which Nick called the 'reverse cowgirl,' would have him sprawled back on the couch and me straddling his thighs but facing away from him. One camera, was situated close to the floor, and zoomed in on my crotch while the other two were set further away at angles that would capture both of us.

It took quite a bit of time to get all this set up and by the time we were ready Nick's cock had deflated a little. I took that as an opportunity to blow him again and we got some nice footage of me sucking him and teasing all around his pee-hole with my tongue. I even spit on his dick, like some porn actresses do, while stroking him to maximum hardness.

I knew that we would need his entire length for this rather awkward angle to work out well.

And it did work out well. Sucking on him always gets me juicy, too, and so it was very sexy when I held myself open and slowly descended, impaling myself on his rigid dick.

Nick was pretty much immobilized in this position; but he supported me from behind with his hands as I bobbed up and down, essentially using his cock to fuck myself. It was also a great position for a little masturbation and I made a point of pulling back the hood and showing my swollen pink clit to the camera as I went to work on it.

"I hope all you guys will like watching me cum," Rosie said to the camera. 

It was truly wild staring into that lens as I got myself off. 

The last 'gymnastic' scene that we'd planned was one that Nick particularly wanted but I considered gross. For those of you familiar with the porn vocabulary, it's called the 'pile driver.' See, even the name is gross. 

Basically, it required that I lay with my head and shoulders on the floor and my backside propped up against the couch. My legs were flipped over so that my feet touched the floor near my head. As a result, my crotch was sticking straight up, about level with the couch seat, with my legs splayed apart. My entire crotch was open for inspection and, from my angle, I guess you could say that I had a front row view of my seat. 

Nick had set up his overhead camera support system: something new he'd created, which allowed a video camera to be suspended above us and record the action directly below. It was now pointed directly at my pussy. 

My situation wasn't uncomfortable but it left me immobilized in about the most unladylike position imaginable. Of course Nick's opinion differed.

"Fuck that is sexy," Dick said appreciatively as he slid a finger along Rosie's ass crack and her slit. 

She let out a slight gasp as he touched her clit. 

He continued lightly stroking the length of her crotch with one hand as he spread her buns with the other. He licked a finger and after lightly circling her butthole, he pushed that finger just inside. 

If Rosie's rosebud hadn't been visible earlier it certainly was now. And when he withdrew his finger it stayed open for a moment.

"Man, I can hardly wait to stick my dick in there." 

That was to come later, however. First, Dick finger fucked her and then, crouching above her, he aimed his cock downward and fucked her cunt while she held it open.

It was totally bizarre being fucked in that position. I was looking up at my crotch as I held my cunt open and Nick shoved his cock inside. Even though we'd never practiced this position, he quickly mastered the technique of the half knee bend, rocking motion necessary to accomplish the deed. 

I could do nothing but watch until he pulled out and kneeling above my chest offered me his cock, which was practically dripping with my juices. 

Oh well, I thought, as I sucked up my sauce, I'm certainly not having a problem staying lubricated.

He repeated the process – fuck then suck – several times as I remained pretty much the passive observer. Rosie did have a few comments, however.

"Shit, that feels good," she moaned. "Gawd, that looks SO nasty!"

Finally Nick had enough of me in that position and we took another rest break. 

I fixed another round of margaritas while Nick filled the pipe.

"I can't BELIEVE I let you do that to me," I sort of complained.

"It's going to be absolutely amazingly sexy on the video," Nick replied somewhat apologetically. 

The last scene, my first attempt at anal sex, was all that remained. 

Nick suggested that we begin with him taking me from behind, doggy style. And then, if all was going well, we'd move to the missionary position with my butt on a pillow so that I could masturbate while he fucked me. 

I slipped into the bathroom to freshen up my makeup – as if he'd ever look at my face during this next part! When I returned, Nick had me kneel on the floor with my head and shoulders down, butt in the air, and a camera on a tripod just a few feet behind me ... trained you know where.

Terrific! Another incredibly unladylike position I thought to myself until I was distracted by Nick's nose, nuzzling my pussy, as he licked my clit. 

Oh well ... I soon resigned myself to the kinky pleasure of his tongue rimming my anus. The oil was a bit of a surprise as I felt it trickle down between my cheeks but a well lubricated finger slipped inside me easily and then two.

"Oooo, that feels kind of nice," Rosie crooned.

Nick had positioned himself to one side of me - so that he didn't block the camera, I suspected; but that position made it easy for him to slide two fingers into my pussy as well. I was getting double penetrated – by fingers, at least – and I have to admit that it felt marvelous.

"Oh shit, that is good," Rosie groaned. 

Even though I couldn't move (or perhaps because I couldn't move), it felt like my increasing arousal was completely out of my control. I felt an orgasm building torturously slowly as he finger fucked my pussy and asshole. I knew that if Nick even touched my clit I would explode. 

But he didn't. Instead I felt the two fingers in my cunt focusing their massage on my g-spot, and then suddenly my whole abdomen began to spasm uncontrollably and a stream of liquid burst from my pussy and dribbled down my belly as I came.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" was all that Rosie could manage in the way of dialogue.

Nick slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy and ass. As my shaking subsided, I soon felt more oil dribbling down between my cheeks. Looking back, I saw him rubbing still more on his cock.

"Guess it's time for Mr. Dick to try out my ass," Rosie commented.

"He's sure looking forward to it, Rosie," Dick said as he proudly displayed his turgid, shiny manhood.

"I might prefer it slightly softer," I thought to myself, as I felt the bulbous head pressing against my anal sphincter. 

But to my surprise, once the head popped inside it felt OK. I felt stretched and very full down there, for sure, but it really wasn't painful. 

As he slowly pushed himself deeper inside me I felt more stretching but it slid in easily. I figured that using enough oil to grease the wheels of industry definitely helps.

"Hmmm, that's nice," Rosie moaned and wiggled her ass as signal that she could take still more.

Pretty soon Nick's cock was 'buried to the balls' in my ass and he paused for a moment to let me get used it.

Once her bowels adjusted to the anal invasion Rosie whispered, "I think you can fuck me now."

Nick started very gently. At first it felt like he was barely moving in and out; but since all of the signs and sounds I was offering were encouraging, he was soon giving me at least half his length with every gentle thrust. He kept the pace slow until he felt my hand between my legs beginning to work my clit.

So there I was crouched like a dog and being fucked in the ass while three video cameras recorded my total submission. I guess I should have been shocked at my willingness to perform such a perverted act. But instead I was totally into it.

"You can do me faster now, Dick, it's starting to feel really good," Rosie said.

He did and I frigged my clit faster to stay in tempo.

But I don't cum easily in that 'butt up' position and so I was happy to move when Nick eventually suggested a change. 

I sprawled back on the couch with one leg hooked over the back and my ass propped up with an extra cushion. Nick reorganized the cameras.

My asshole lined up perfectly with his cock when Nick knelt between my legs and, with yet more oil applied, it slid inside me easily. It was starting to feel quite nice in my ass and Rosie said so.

"Now give us another nice open shot of your cunt, Rosie," Dick said.

By this point, that really wasn't much of an issue for me and besides, I wondered if we could see his cock bulging through the muscles that separated my pussy and asshole. From my angle I couldn't tell but Nick was staring into my open cunt with a rapturous expression. 

What with all the stimulation – both physical and visual – I sensed that Nick wasn't going to last forever. We hadn't discussed where he would deposit his load but at that moment I knew exactly where I wanted it. I really wanted to feel him shoot his warm seed deep in my bowels. 

I knew that letting him watch me masturbate yet again would help the cause and besides, I wanted to cum with him ... if that was possible.

"Oh shit, that really feels good now," Rosie cried out as Dick's hard cock rammed her recently virgin ass. 

She strummed her clit wildly now and screamed, "Oh god, I'm gonna' cum again. Cum with me, Dick! Shoot your hot spunk deep in my ass."

I was maybe seconds ahead of Nick as my orgasm exploded and triggered his own. 

I felt his warm goo flooding my rear as my pussy spasmed with pleasure and it was wonderful. Nick's hips seemed to be on autopilot as he kept thrusting well after I knew there couldn't be any more jism. 

But with the addition of his cum as lubricant, the slight friction felt absolutely delightful as his cock ever so slowly softened. 

I discovered later that the camera captured a trickle of cum that emerged when his cock finally popped out. 




The Movie Lovers Ch. 06



We lay there for a while, savoring the experience, until Nick finally stopped the cameras.

"So what did you think?" he finally asked.

"You're really going to make me say it, huh? ... OK, I really liked having your dick in my ass ... And I just came like a banshee .... And ..." I stopped.

"And ...?" he asked.

"And if you're a good boy I might let you do it again sometime," I said with a grin.

I was certain that I'd just made my boyfriend a very happy man. He demonstrated that I was correct by plying me with another drink and tons of compliments as we reviewed some of the raw – literally – footage.

With all that sex we were both starving; so we ordered in a pizza. We had pretty much exhausted our libidos in the movie making so I felt oddly dispassionate as I ate pizza and watched us fuck. 

I found that I rather liked the way the more distant, stationary cameras captured the tableau of our bodies as we moved. I do think there is a certain beauty to the choreography of fucking. And our dance of love was as lovely as any I had seen. 

Of course Nick preferred the 'detail' shots from our close-up camera but we both agreed that they had various problems: like our not holding it steady while fucking; or us accidently moving out of the frame in the heat of the moment. 

To Nick's considerable frustration the overhead camera on his specially constructed mount had not been as successful as he hoped, for his body had often blocked the view of my cunt in the 'pile driver' position. 

"Oh alas," I thought to myself, remembering how lewdly awkward I had felt at being essentially upside down with my legs spread wide.

"You know we really need a cameraman," Nick observed. "It would be so much better to have another person filming, who could move around and get just the right angles," he added. 

He was trying to sound casual.

I was definitely not ready for that. 

"Got anybody in mind," I said rather coldly.

"Not really," he quickly replied, "Just trying to solve our technical problems. I'm that kind of guy," he added with a silly yet lecherous grin that defused my frosty reaction.

I decided to take it as a joke and play along. 

"So do you think you could find a warm blooded male who could watch me do my thing and not get involved?" 

I paused for a moment then answered my own question. 

"I know - a gay guy!"

Well poor Nick blanched at that and then turned beet red. 

"Maybe not," he said quietly and we dropped the subject. 

I headed off to bed soon after that; but a glance at his computer in the morning revealed that Nick had already begun the editing process.

"Does he really love looking at my pussy that much," I wondered, "Or does he just like using the software."

Either way, Nick spent every spare moment that Sunday and much of the next week, I suspected, editing away. By Saturday "Doing Rosie's Rosebud" was ready and we had our premier showing with popcorn and champagne. He wore a tux and I chose a 'formal' bustier, of all things, and fishnet stockings. 

Despite a few flaws in capturing all of the 'details,' our home movie turned out quite well. I made sure to compliment Nick on his creativity with the titles and the smoothness of his transitions between cameras and scenes. 

He really had done an almost professional job; so I rewarded him with my best blowjob while we watched. That led to me losing the bustier fast and we had a marvelous fuck while we watched him do my ass. 

That sounds rather narcissistic, I suppose, but it really made for some hot sex. And that is the point isn't it.



The Movie Lovers Ch. 07



In the preceding chapters I've described how I came to meet my boyfriend Nick, how he introduced me to pornographic movies, and how, ultimately, he persuaded me to make one of our own.

Having now performed in two such productions in barely a month, I was growing a little concerned that this might turn into an obsession for him. Fortunately, my worries dissipated when he didn't even mention the idea over the next few weeks.

Our relationship, which had moved quickly in the beginning, (i.e. I slept with him the night we met and moved in with him barely a month later) seemed to have moved to a new level of intimacy and trust. Although I didn't attribute our growing love affair to letting him film me masturbating and fucking, I was now confident that it hadn't hurt things either.

As for the sex, well it just seemed to get better and better. At least two or three nights a week Nick liked to set aside an evening for romance. I loved the fact that he always seemed to vary his approach. One night it would be a candlelit dinner, champagne, and tender sex and the next might have us watching porn and me getting my ass fucked. It was all good and I preened under his attention and affection.

About a month after the 'premier' of our second movie Nick announced that he had to make a business trip to Germany in two weeks and invited me to come along. I had been to Europe only once before and spent most of that trip in London, so I was excited at the opportunity. I'll also admit that traveling with someone wealthy sounded like even more fun than London and Spain were when I was a student. 

My boss wasn't thrilled that I wanted to take nearly two weeks off after barely six months on the job; but I reminded him that I had been working six years for our company in NYC prior to my transfer and had plenty of vacation time set aside. He couldn't really object after that; but I knew that I was not making any points by demanding time off when we were fairly busy.

I gave Nick the good news that night and we began discussing our itinerary. Nick needed three days in Frankfurt and the same number in Berlin to take care of the business part. That was fine with me as there were plenty of sights to see in both cities and he would be free most evenings. Then he mentioned wanting to go to Amsterdam.

"You want to smoke good hash that much?" I asked.

"Well there is that," he said.

"You don't want to visit the Red Light district do you?"

"No, no," he interjected quickly. "There's also an amazing Van Gogh museum and then there are the parenclubs."

That was a new word for me and I guess I looked at him quizzically. He explained that parenclub is the Dutch word for swingers club and I was outraged.

"Do you really want me to have sex with other men or do you just want to fuck other women," I said, stunned by what appeared to be our beautiful relationship collapsing.

"Neither," he insisted earnestly. "I didn't mean anything like that. You don't have to fuck other people in these places. A lot of couples go just to watch each other. I thought it would be a fun adventure - what with you the exhibitionist and me the voyeur." 

That calmed me considerably. As I began to envision watching couples fuck and having them watch us, I had to admit that it did sound pretty hot.

"You're not just saying that to lure me into a gangbang, are you?" I asked, making it obvious I was teasing. 

More seriously, I added, "And what if someone we know sees us?"

"That's not likely in Holland," he objected. "And besides, how could they say anything, since they would be there also."

"Maybe they'd be people who are comfortable talking about what they do," I countered; but I realized my argument was sounding pretty weak.

Nick asked me to check out a website with him. Basically it seemed to be devoted to all the things you can do legally in Amsterdam that are illegal here.

Brothels, sex shows, and drugs dominated the site; but it also included a section on parenclubs and briefly described about a half dozen in or near Amsterdam. 

There was one, however, named Kasteel Waterloo that was located an hour's train ride out in the country near the German border. Its description did indeed sound intriguing and it also seemed to be the one where we were least likely to encounter an acquaintance. 

As we checked out the various clubs' individual websites I was somewhat reassured that they all seemed to share the same motto: "Everything is permitted; nothing is required."

Ultimately, of course, I agreed to a Dutch adventure but I insisted that we see the Van Gogh Museum as well. Nick happily agreed.

Two weeks isn't much time to plan for a vacation; but, fortunately, I already had my passport and before I knew it we were off to Germany. I won't bore you with the details of my visit to Frankfurt and Berlin. 

Suffice it to say I had a great time doing the tourist thing by day and meeting Nick's business associates at night. The days flew by quickly and soon we were on a train bound for Amsterdam. 

We spent the first day there imbibing great Dutch beer - and hash - and that amazing Van Gogh Museum while quite stoned! The second day we headed off by train for a town named Roermond and our adventure at Kasteel Waterloo. We spent the afternoon checking out the town and resting up for our evening adventure.

The club opened at nine in the evening; but we planned to arrive about 9:45 so as not to be the first ones there. According to the club's website the theme for that Saturday evening was a "sexy dance party." It said that later in the evening lingerie and similar attire for the men would become appropriate. 

I wore my sexiest black cocktail dress. It wasn't all that revealing up top but the hem didn't even reach mid-thigh. Thus it showed off my long legs to perfection. Nick wore grey slacks and a black collared shirt and looked very hot.

We arrived by taxi (how embarrassing telling the driver to take us to a sex club) about on schedule and were greeted by a beautiful woman in a bikini who welcomed us and explained the rules. 

There was no membership requirement and we paid in cash. No ID required. That was a relief. She showed us around the downstairs area briefly. 

To one side of stairs leading to the second floor, a very nice buffet was laid out. On the other side a bar/lounge area stretched between two rooms separated only by wide open double doors. The bar was at one end of the first room and a stripper pole on a small stage was against the wall at the end of the other. Dance music was playing but no one was dancing. From the website, we knew that upstairs was where the real action took place.

To my surprise, I realized that the "sexy dance party" dress code had already been abandoned in favor of lingerie when I saw a somewhat buxom woman in a bustier that merely provided a shelf for her impressive tits.

Of the perhaps twenty couples who had arrived before us, I saw two women who appeared younger than me; but most seemed to be in their thirties or forties. Several men and at least one woman even looked to be in their sixties. 

Given that we appeared to be substantially overdressed, we followed our hostess' directions to the basement where lockers were available. 

The locker room was unisex and two other couples were already in the process of changing. Even though I assumed that everyone expected to 'see and be seen' nude eventually, it felt rather awkward getting naked under the bright fluorescent lights.

It didn't help that the others openly watched me. At least the men were; their women were definitely checking out Nick. But since they were already well advanced in the changing process, they soon left us alone.

Nick had begged me to wear the outfit he had purchased for my second movie role. If you'll recall, it consisted of shorts made of a lightweight jersey-like material, cut very loose around the thigh and indecently short. From the hip hugger waistband to the bottom of the so-called legs (actually they didn't even reach to the bottoms of my butt cheeks) was maybe four inches and the loose cut offered frequent glimpses of my crotch. 

Beneath it I was wearing the same g-string, which had what must be the world's smallest triangle of material that didn't even cover my pubic region. It was intended to cover a minimal patch of pubic hair; but since I was maintaining the hairless look, – at Nick's fervent request – it covered nothing but the hood over my clit. The string below actually slipped between my lips. 

My halter top was cut low and ended just below my breasts, leaving maximum mid-riff exposed. With my four inch heels, I stood 6'2" and in the mirror it looked like I was all legs.

I'd gotten Nick a g-string of his own with a brass zipper down the front of the pouch for the occasion. He complained about the butt floss elastic lodged between his cheeks; but with his beautiful big balls – and cock – the pouch was stuffed to overflowing. So I told him to get over it. I allowed him to keep the black dress shirt on, for the moment.

Finally it was time to go upstairs and I don't have to tell you I was nervous as hell. 

"I don't want to fuck anybody else," I protested, a little panicked about what lay ahead. 

"Neither do I," Nick replied forcefully. "We're here to have fun. We're going to watch people have sex and maybe be watched doing it ourselves. I'm not into sharing you with strangers, don't worry."

That calmed my worst fears. I really had come to trust Nick completely and I was pretty sure that even if some woman offered to fuck him, he would respect our agreement. 

So what was going to happen? I was going to get naked and almost certainly fuck Nick with people watching. I could do that. In fact, the flutters in my pussy were even more noticeable than ones in my stomach at that thought.

Finally we made our grand entrance and I definitely felt like new meat at the market as most of the guests turned to inspect us. Nick made his way to the bar to order much needed drinks and I tagged along close behind. 

As we waited for drinks, the couple next us, having heard our English and our accents, asked us if we were Americans. They were Dutch, and locals, and were surprised to find Americans so far from Amsterdam.

I confessed that this was my first time at a swingers' club and wanted it to be as far from home as possible. Elena, an attractive woman in her mid-thirties I'd guess, said that they were there with some local friends. She added that many of the other guests probably were, like us, seeking anonymity and so came from nearby Germany and Belgium. 

Fortunately, it seemed that nearly everyone in Holland speaks English. So when she introduced us to the two other couples at the bar the conversation shifted easily to English. 

With some alcohol to lower our inhibitions, we soon joined our little group in observing the other guests and making witty - and sometimes catty – comments about the tits and dicks and butts, at least partially, on display.

In fact, the bodies I saw were, at most, a slightly more attractive bunch than your random slice of the population. A few, particularly the men, were substantially overweight and there was definitely some cellulite and sagging tits on display. 

But everyone, it seemed, had made an effort to dress sexily and a ribald attitude prevailed. I had found a seat at the bar and by the time I was half way through my second drink, I was feeling so relaxed that when I noticed a guy at a nearby table staring at my crotch, I actually spread my legs a little wider and winked.

Elena noticed and said, "Fun, huh?"

Nick was chatting with some of the others and hadn't noticed; but the guy at the table and his lady were now both staring at me. Her look did not suggest jealousy, especially since her hand was in his crotch as she whispered in his ear. 

Our group was kind of overcrowding the small bar; so our new friends invited us to join them at two small tables over near the stage. In the now quieter circumstances, we were better able to chat and I learned that Lars and Franny, David and Elena, and Eric and Marie were all three married couples and longtime friends who had started swinging together three years earlier. 

All were in their thirties, I'd guess, and looked like what you would expect of the Dutch: tall and fit and tending toward blonde; except Marie who unlike her name was of Indonesian ethnicity and a bit younger. 

She was short and brown and exotically beautiful. I noticed Nick looking her way frequently and she was returning his stares. I guess bold stares should be normal in a place where people come to strut their stuff; but nonetheless, I felt twinge of jealousy.

David said they had started coming to the Kasteel a year ago, at first to show off their little group; but since then, they had done some swinging with others here as well. 

Franny, who was buxom and bubbly, broke in to add that they'd come once to a "Black and White Night," where they provided black studs for women looking for a thrill. She had fucked three of them she told me proudly.

I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I asked, "How was it?"

"Marvelous!" she said enthusiastically.

Lars was somewhat bemusedly watching his wife; but I also noticed him checking out my crotch and tits. Given the situation, I figured it was flattering to be ogled; but I wondered if he was hoping to do more, later. 

Lars was a handsome guy and under the right circumstances I could see myself fucking him; but that was not our plan. And even if it would have been fun, I knew that I wasn't ready to watch Nick doing Marie or anyone else.

About that time our hostess took the stage to welcome everyone. After mentioning the buffet, she went on to gesture toward the pole, which dominated the small stage behind her, and began encouraging any women who fantasized doing a striptease to try it now. 

With no immediate takers, she kept on trying to entice someone and I soon realized that she kept looking at Elena in particular.

"Have you ever done that?" I asked her.

"Yes, a month ago," she said, as she rose from her chair to immediate and wild applause.

As she approached the stage our hostess/MC introduced her by her first name and said she was a local friend of the club. Elena was about 5'7" and stacked. Having produced two children, her body wasn't porn star perfect; but even with a little pooch in the belly and less than perfect thighs, she carried herself with a sexy saunter that would have made my dick stir, if I had one. 

She was wearing fishnet stockings with a garter belt and thong and up top, a lacy bra that barely contained some really big boobs.

The DJ started up a new tune - something Euro-techno I guess – with a danceable beat and Elena started to perform. It didn't take her long to shed the bra and everyone cheered as she shook her tits for the crowd. 

She then played with her nipples and teased the crowd by acting like she was going to shed her thong. But ultimately, she just flashed us briefly by pulling it aside as the song ended and the crowd cheered.

Two other women followed Elena. The first was one of the youngest women I had noticed. She was perhaps twenty-five and seemed really nervous. She did remove her shear baby doll top to reveal very nice breasts but danced rather awkwardly, as if too embarrassed or self conscious to get into being sexy. 

The second woman had to be in her mid-forties and her body showed it. But man could she dance. In no time she was down to just a g-string. Of course her large breasts sagged but the way she pinched her large nipples and even sucked on them as she danced was truly hot. 

Then with her back to her audience she bent at the waist and looking at us from between her legs while wiggling her ass, slowly slid the g-string off. Naturally our small crowd, by now maybe 50 people, whistled stomped and cheered in approval. 

Those who were in the back, by the bar, moved forward for a better view when she dropped to the floor and did some moves, which all involved spreading her legs and showing us her pussy, until the song ended. Cheers and applause and cries for more erupted but the woman quickly gathered her clothes and stepped from the stage proudly with a wave to her admirers. 

I looked over at Franny and she was practically jumping up and down in her chair with excitement.

"I want to do that!" It's OK if I do that, isn't it, Lars?" she begged.

"Of course, go for it darling," he replied.

Lars looked over at me as she bounded off for the stage.

"Your wife is very enthusiastic, isn't she?" I asked.

"Can you believe she once thought that only the missionary position was acceptable?" he replied. "Now she's crazy for sex; but then so am I," he added with a seductive look that left no doubt of his plans for me. 

I knew it was time to let him know my limits. "Ah, Nick and I agreed that we are here to 'see and be seen,' so to speak. I mean we're not really planning to have sex with other people."

"Oh," Lars said and his lecherous smile faded.

"But if I was going to, you'd be the very first man I'd choose," I added brightly.

The music was starting up. Franny was on the stage and Lars smiled again before we turned our attention to his wife's striptease.

Franny may not have been the greatest dancer; but she was definitely into putting on a show. She was rather short, in her mid-thirties, and a little chubby but she had clearly lost her inhibitions since her 'missionary-position-only' days. She wasted no time getting rid of her top to show off her impressive tits. 

The crowd was really getting into it now. Lars and various other males were shouting encouragement in German and Dutch that I assumed went along the lines of "take it all off!" At least that's what she did, slipping off her thong to the cheers. 

She then moistened the fingers of one hand in her mouth and, with her legs spread, slipped them between her thighs and slid them along her pussy. Then she grabbed the pole and doing deep knee bends pretended to be fucking it.

Soon she lay down on the stage and spreading her legs finger fucked herself lewdly for the crowd. Everyone cheered loudly but Lars leaned over and whispered, "If you think that's wild, wait until she gets upstairs."

When the song ended, Franny slipped her thong back on, but remained topless. Even though she'd had a baby three years earlier her breasts were plump and hardly sagged at all. Maybe the extra pounds helped in that regard. 

She came bouncing over to the table, her face flushed and breathless. We started complimenting her on her show but Franny cut us off.

"I'm so horny! Let's go up stairs."

Lars and Nick objected saying they wanted me to dance next but I told them firmly there was no way that was going to happen. Actually, there was a part of me that was secretly thrilled at the idea of getting up there and taking my clothes off in front of all those people. But I wasn't ready to admit it. 

I got around the problem by agreeing with Franny. 

"Let's see what's upstairs, Nick," I said, not fully realizing what I was proposing.

The other two couples were quite ready to go as well. So off we went. 

At the top of the stairs, we faced a long hallway with doors opening off of it on either side. As we entered the first room on the left, bubbly Franny explained that this was the bondage room. Actually it contained a number of different devices. One was an actual OB/GYN exam chair with stirrups and all. 

I whispered to Nick that I had NO fantasies at all in that regard; but clearly another woman felt differently. The woman, in her late forties I'd guess, was settled in the chair while her older partner (husband?) crouched before her pussy. They had drawn a small crowd.




The Movie Lovers Ch. 07



The man must have been doing her for a while, for she showed all the signs of having just cum and her entire crotch glistened with her juices and/or his saliva. When we joined the group clustered around the chair, I saw that the guy was slowly shoving and twisting four fingers around in her cunt. At times, he removed his fingers and spread her open as he looked back at us to make sure we could see it all. 

When I glanced over at Franny, I noticed two hands kneading her breasts and saw that it was Eric standing behind her feeling her up and not her husband Lars. I felt Nick move behind me and was relieved that that position was now occupied. 

I wasn't exactly surprised to feel his hands working their way up my belly towards my breasts as we watched the man begin alternating between licking her clit and massaging it with his other hand as he continued the four fingered fucking.

My halter top buttoned between the breasts and I made no effort to object as Nick unbuttoned it. This was the first time I'd ever seen two people having sex live and I was craving having his hands on my nipples just then. 

As I leaned back against him, I felt the bulge of his g-string against my butt. I reached behind myself and stroked his cock through the material of the pouch.

"Guess you like what we're seeing," I teased.

In reply, he slipped two fingers under my g-string and feeling my dampness said, "Guess you do, too."

There was no arguing with the evidence and so we stood there playing with each other's privates while watching the man sitting on a stool building his partner to yet another orgasm. When I glanced around, I noticed that we were hardly the only ones openly fooling around. 

Eric appeared to be working Franny's clit, Lars was likewise fondling David's wife, Elena, and little Marie was already blowing David's impressive dick. Most of the others were similarly occupied. 

Then the woman in the chair came loud and hard. 

When her groans subsided, I whispered to Nick, "I wonder how many time she's cum?" 

The guy at her crotch heard me and said proudly, "That was number four."

"Good work," Nick commented somewhat absurdly.

"Danke," the guy said and returned to his efforts.

Among the other devices in the room was a bar suspended by a rope from a pulley overhead with wrist restraints at either end. A similar bar with restraints for the ankles lay on the floor below. It wasn't in use but I tried to imagine what it would feel like to be held like that naked with arms spread above my head and legs spread wide. I couldn't see the charm.

Another 'device' looked to be about the size of a massage table, but was leather covered and had a pronounced asymmetrical hump in the middle. It was clearly intended to elevate one's ass - for whatever. A woman lying on it would be comfortably supported in the doggy position. There was also a large hole in the leather right about where her pussy would be. For voyeurs to watch the fucking from below, I guessed. 

There were various other bondage and S&M type toys.

"Whips and chains; but no great Danes," Nick joked; but most of the folks were just browsing, like us. As we left to explore further, the woman in the stirrups groaned out yet another orgasm for a new set of watchers.

About that time, I noticed that Nick's cock seemed to be uncomfortably confined in that leather pouch he wore. His dick had grown sufficiently that it was pulling the material away from his thighs and exposing the sides of his ball. 

"This looks mighty restrictive," I said caressing his package in my hand. "Why don't you ditch it and the shirt, too?"

"I will if you will," he said with a lecherous grin.

Actually that was the reply that I was hoping for. At that moment, many of the woman, I noticed, were topless – as was I – but several were naked and the rest were just wearing a thong of some sort. 

I was still wearing my shorts; granted they were micro mini-shorts, but still I felt overdressed. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts, catching the g-string as well, and slipped them off. 

I draped them over my arm along with my top and said, "Well, I guess we better find a place to stash these."

Nick grinned as he scanned my body from head to toe. It felt incredibly sexy to be standing there nude but for my Lucite 'porn star' heels. His gaze lingered at my bare naked pussy, of course.

"Marvelous," he said and stripped off his own confining pouch. His cock immediately leapt to attention upon release. 

I gave it a squeeze and said, "That must feel better."

"It sure does," he replied somewhat ambiguously as he looked down at his cock, now throbbing happily in my grasp.

We found an out of the way spot to stash our minimal clothing and decided to look for our Dutch friends, who had left the BDSM room ahead of us. 

The next room we entered had several beds; but only one was occupied and it had gathered a crowd of a about a half dozen watchers. I noticed that two of the women in that little audience were still wearing their lingerie and the one exception was only topless. Suddenly I felt rather over-exposed. 

The couple on the bed were neither particularly attractive nor was their performance all that erotic. And strangely they seemed to ignore their audience completely. 

Several of the male watchers seemed to be eyeing my naked body more than the action on the bed. Nick definitely captured their attention when he embraced me from behind, massaging my breasts, and tweaking my nipples. He even slipped a hand between my thighs and explored between my moist lips.

Wow! I was performing my first sex act in public. I spread my legs apart a little further. By now everyone but the couple on stage was watching us and I looked from one to the other – right in the eye - as Nick finger fucked me with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. 

For an absurd moment, I felt like I was his stand up base fiddle. 

Then he whispered in my ear saying how hot I must look to our watchers just then. It did feel very sexy to be lusted over by so many, so obviously. But I didn't think I could cum standing in that position, so I leaned back and twisting my neck to give Nick a juicy kiss said, "Come on, baby, we're distracting them." 

Some guy who spoke English tried to get us to stay but we slipped out of the room.

Out in the main hallway we encountered what I will call the orgy chamber. It was a low ceilinged space with eye-level openings down either side offering a 'voyeurs view' of the action and knee-level holes for touching whatever happened to be in reach. Inside the floor was basically one big mattress. We found adjacent eyeholes and looked inside. 

I guess when the 'barriers to entry' are truly low, everyone is sure to get fucked. At least that seemed to be the case in there. Now I don't mean to be catty here; but even though the only woman inside was truly homely, she nevertheless had one man thrusting away with his dick in her pussy and another in her mouth and was jerking off a third.

We watched her for a while and I have to admit that despite her lack of physical beauty, taking on all those dicks with such wild abandon was definitely hot. As we watched she rubbed her clit to at least two orgasms while swallowing one load and taking another in her pussy. 

As we stood side by side watching the action through our separate peepholes, Nick slid a hand down between my buns and I widened my stance sufficiently to allow him to finger me from behind. Then I felt another hand lightly stroking the lower part of my thigh, just above the knee. I realized that the man on my other side was feeling up my leg. 

I turned my head to look at him and he was staring right back. His was an older guy, probably mid-sixties, but nice looking. He smiled and his look seemed to ask if his hand was OK.

"Don't go too high, my boyfriend's up there," I whispered.

He smiled and said, "Danke schoen," and his gentle touch felt quite nice. Not long after that the woman inside seemed to have gotten her fill - for the moment at least – and I was quite surprised when she emerged from the orgy room and hugged the guy beside me. 

It seemed pretty weird to want to watch your wife being fucked; but it seemed even stranger still to want to do it furtively, through a peephole. Oh well, they both seemed to be enjoying themselves. 

I asked Nick if he knew that the old guy had been feeling up my thigh and he calmly said, "Yes."

Since we were ready for something new, we decided to continue the search for our new friends. We found them in the next room on the left. The main attraction in that room was an enormous round bed in the center with spotlights encircling it. Our Dutch friends had taken it over and were already entwined in various sexual activities. 

As I recall, Elena was stretched out on her back with Eric's face in her pussy and Lars' dick in her mouth. While Franny licked David's balls, Marie sucked his dick. Naturally they had already drawn an audience of ten or so watchers. When Lars noticed me watching him, he gave me a suggestive wink that I knew was an invitation to join them. 

Then I noticed that Marie was looking up at Nick even as she went down on David. I slipped behind Nick so that I could stroke his cock as we watched. It stuck straight out proudly, like a bird dog's nose, pointed straight at Marie and Franny. 

"Bet you'd like that to be your dick right now," I whispered into his ear.

"Mmmm," he groaned softly as I gave his tool an extra firm squeeze.

"Maybe you'd like it, if it were that cute little brown Marie ... and me."

He groaned again.

"She could suck your dick and I would lick your balls and then we'd switch. Oooo, that WOULD be so hot!"

He groaned again and I felt his cock throb in my hand.

"We'd be like Mutt and Jeff: she's so cute and tiny and brown; and I'm so tall and fair. But you'd have your tongue in her cunt by now - wouldn't you – you nasty boy."

Another groaned, "Oh yeah."

"But I'd be jealous and so I'd squat over your hard dick and impale myself until I felt your balls against my butt. A pussy in your mouth and one riding your cock – do you think you could handle that, bud?"

I felt Nick's arm reach around behind me and, grasping my butt, he pulled me closer so that my pussy was pressed firmly against his ass.

"Fuck, you are hot, Marcy," he whispered, choosing wisely, not to respond to my last question.

"What I need right now is a hot fuck, baby," I replied.

We watched our friends continue their orgy for just a little while longer before deciding to find an available bed on which to screw. On the right side of the main hallway there were several additional rooms that were quite dark inside - for couples who wanted to fuck in privacy we concluded. 

Well, that certainly wasn't Nick's idea and after all the sex we'd seen in the last hour I was more than ready to help him put on a show.

Ultimately, we returned to the second room we had visited. By then the 'boring couple' had departed but we decided to try a different bed that was along the opposite wall. Actually it was more like a nicely padded, leather covered platform about six feet wide and maybe ten feet long. It stood a bit higher than a normal bed and was quite well lit from above. 

We could hear sounds from a third bed/platform over in the far corner but since it was in the shadows, or perhaps they'd turned off the lights, we couldn't see what they were up to.

"Well here goes," I whispered to Nick and sat up on the platform with my legs hanging over the edge. I received a salacious grin in return and when he approached to give me a hug, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me.

"Let's have fun," he whispered.

I stuck my tongue in his mouth in reply but as I did, I noticed a couple standing at the door checking us out. Nick moved to suck my nipples but I decided that I would rather be lying down. So I scooted back until I could get my feet on the edge of the platform and lay back. 

I guess Nick had noticed our voyeurs as well because he climbed up me beside me and attacked my nipples from the side, leaving my crotch exposed to anyone standing at the door - should I happen to spread my knees. 

So I spread 'em wide. 

Looking up, I saw that the couple was now approaching closer and the fortyish guy was fixated on my hairless pussy. I gave them both a smile and a nod to assure them that they were welcome to watch.

Nick being Nick, he was soon chewing on one nipple while pinching the other. I moaned with pleasure at the slight pain. Then he began exploring my pussy with the other hand. 

I was already feeling very juicy inside, so it wasn't long after his finger penetrated my slit that I felt a trickle of my excitement running down toward my ass. 

Nick was squeezing and pulling at my lips, then sliding fingers inside me. He spread my wetness all over my crotch until I was sure it had to be shining in the lights. For a moment I felt a little embarrassed, having my wanton arousal so obviously displayed. 

Then I thought, "Fuck it, we're all volunteers here."

"If you eat my pussy, you're going to get a very wet face," I whispered as I humped the fingers that were touching wonderful places deep inside me. 

"IF?" he replied, "I've been fighting the urge to stick my tongue inside you since you spread your legs, Marcy."

"Well struggle no more, darling. Why don't you give our audience a lesson in how to make a girl cum?" 

It's not like that was even an issue. The very first night we made love he proved his amazing talent for clit licking by getting me off a half dozen times in a row. Until that night, I had considered myself to be 'occasionally orgasmic.' Nick had really opened my eyes to what my body was capable of.

So far I'd loved everything he had encouraged me to try (well ... regarding anal sex, maybe 'like' would be the better word) and at that moment I was so horny that I suspected he could make me cum on his tongue on network TV, if he wanted.

Nick understood my not too subtle hint and moved off the platform and down between my legs. The management had thoughtfully provided a stool and sitting, his head was right about level with my crotch. I hungered for the touch of his mouth and tongue but instead I felt his fingers squeezing my swollen lips and then spreading them. 

Damn, I didn't need a gynecological exam just then but when I looked down to complain I saw that another couple had joined the first behind Nick to observe my pussy. The two men were stroking their cocks, while their wives stared intently. 

I had to admit that seeing those men jerking off while they all stared at my pussy was even more exciting than in my fantasies. 

Nick would surely have me cumming in due time and I suspected that it would be even better with my new fans watching. Then it occurred to me that I always prefer porn that includes nasty dialogue.

"Fuck me with your tongue, Nick, please. I need your tongue in me now!" I implored, loudly enough that all could hear.

"Oh god yes," I cried as he plunged it deep inside me. Since his head obscured my pussy and his tongue action from our fans, I decided that some more commentary would helpful.

"Mmmm yes, stick your nasty tongue deep inside me, I love it." 

The two men moved up on either side of Nick to check me out and my considerate boyfriend assisted them by pulling back his head and spreading my lips so they could inspect my cunt in depth. 

I don't know what possessed me but suddenly I wanted to spice it up even more and so I kegeled several times. Nick and our watchers practically drooled as they saw my open pussy spasm deep inside, as if grasping for a cock.

I was so fucking hot by the time Nick started in on my clit that he knew to treat her gently or I would cum in an instant. As it was I lasted maybe a minute before exploding on his tongue with a massive orgasm that had me screaming and then moaning and trembling with pleasure.

I heard some soft applause and when I finally looked up, I saw that our Dutch friends had joined our audience somewhere along the way. I smiled at them, feeling slightly embarrassed that people I sort of knew had watched such an intimate event. 

But I was soon distracted by Nick who clearly intended to get me off again. My guy has a great sense for when my clit is too sensitive for stimulation so he alternated between sucking on my lips and a tongue fuck that teased my g-spot until she settled down. 

Nick has me so figured out that he can usually get me off even faster the second time. What with the additional stimulation provided by so many watchers, I came in what seemed like seconds. It was almost excruciatingly intense in part because Nick was moving his tongue so SLOWLY as it circled my clit. It was like he didn't want me to cum just yet - and I didn't either - but my body just took over. 

As I returned to reality I looked down and saw Nick was now standing between my legs gazing at my pussy with Lars and Eric sharing the view from just behind him. 

"I think you need to fuck her, man," I heard Lars say. 

I totally agreed and apparently so did Nick, since he wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulled me to him, and in the process drove his cock inside me. It felt great and it must have looked good, too, for Nick and the two guys on either side of him were studying the action at my crotch intently as he fucked me. 

I reached down and gathering some of my juices from his cock, used it as lubricant as I started slowly rubbing my clit. The boys were definitely into that and I saw several women peeping around the side as well.

I could have cum just like that; but Nick interrupted my concentration by telling me to roll over so that he could take me from behind.

Now I've been told by various lovers that my butt is my best ass-set (ho, ho, I couldn't resist), so I figured that I'd look pretty good in that position. I rolled over and got up on my knees but turned so that our group of watchers would view me in profile. 

While watching our home movies, Nick had once commented that he loved the way my tits shook when he was banging me from behind; so I figured the others might like that also.

Nick wasted no time in crawling up behind me. He paused for a moment to run his tongue delightfully from my pussy up along the crack of my ass a couple of times and I wiggled it in appreciation. But I was already practically dripping with anticipation and thankfully my cunt was soon filled again with his throbbing dick. 

I was so turned on that I immediately started humping back against him as he thrust forward. It felt like his cock was practically pulling out of me each time before slamming back right in to the hilt. I'm sure my tits had never shaken better as they recoiled every time my butt slammed against his groin. 

I reached back between my legs to diddle my clit and came very quickly from our combined stimulation. Somehow I managed to keep my knees under me as the waves of pleasure rolled over me. But my arms collapsed and my head and shoulders were now down on the platform. 

With my ass still sticking up invitingly Nick hardly slowed down as he took over the work of driving his dick home deep inside me. I just lay there in the aftermath of my orgasm enjoying every moment.

Eventually, Nick needed a break. He suggested that I fuck him for a while and rolled over onto his back. 

I just love being on top so I happily straddled his hips and slowly squatted down on his turgid shaft. My butt was aimed directly at our group of watchers. I guess the sight of me humping Nick's dick was enough to hold their interest, for as I looked back behind me no one had deserted us. 

I leaned forward so Nick could suck on my nipples. Then I felt Nick grabbing my butt cheeks with each hand. Although it appeared that he was just massaging them, I knew that my kinky boyfriend was making sure they were spread so that everyone could see my butthole and my cunt and his cock sliding inside me.




The Movie Lovers Ch. 07



"I know what you're doing," I whispered. 

In response I felt his finger slide down my crack and then lightly circle my asshole. Then it collected some of my copious lubrication from around his cock. When it returned to my butthole, he slid it just inside. 

Over the past few weeks I'd come to enjoy that extra little penetration when I was on top and by that point, I was totally into the extra kick that having people watch us was providing.

I bent forward so that we were chest to chest and kissed his neck. I humped Nick's cock - and his finger in my ass - with total abandon and cried out, "Oh fuck that is good!" 

The extra stimulation to my clit from rubbing against his pubic bone completed the total stimulation package and humping his dick frenziedly, I came yet again. 

I guess watching my orgasm had finally pushed Nick past his amazing control and he groaned out that he was going to cum. 

Normally I would want him to cum in my pussy, since I do love the feeling of his warm cum filling my cunt. But we had an audience and so I thought something more dramatic would be fun. 

I was pretty sure that as things were now progressing, it wouldn't take much of a blowjob to have him shooting off. I slipped off his cock and quickly turned around into the 69 position. 

I knew that he would enjoy looking at my well fucked, swollen pussy while he came and so I whispered down between my legs, "Enjoy the view. It's my turn now." 

Then I wrapped my hand around his shaft and sucked on the head as I jerked him off.

I was right in my prediction. It didn't take long before I felt the spasm of his first ejaculation. I backed off a few inches and his creamy cum shot up and hit me in the nose. 

Since I was doing the aiming, I managed to get the next couple of spurts in my mouth and the succeeding ones, arriving with less force, oozed out to cover the head of his cock and my hand. 

Knowing as I did that every good porn scene ends with the girl playing with the jism, I scraped it off of my face and licked it all up as best I could. I even made a show of licking his stuff off of my fingers. 

When at last I looked up, our Dutch friends and some others actually applauded. I tried to smile through my blushing as I suddenly faced the people who had watched me perform.

"Marcy, you are one hot fuck!" Lars said with a tone of sincere appreciation.

"You've still got some cum on your cheek," Marie said as she scraped it off with a finger and then tasted it. "Mmmm, nice," she added as she stared appraisingly at Nick's deflating cock.

It was quite warm in the upstairs rooms – to encourage nudity, I assume – and the strenuous fucking had left us both covered in sweat. Since there was an available shower in the adjacent bathroom, we decided to freshen up. 

I don't recall if it had a door; in any case we didn't close it and I noticed several people checking us out as we showered together in the tiny stall. It should have been creepy; but I found there was definitely an exhibitionistic buzz in having a couple of strangers watch us washing each other's genitals.

We were thirsty and a little hungry after all of the exertion so we decided to go back downstairs. I'd noticed earlier in the evening that several women were topless down there and decided that I was now ready to prance around half naked myself. 

I slipped on my micro mini-shorts sans g-string knowing full well that anyone who wanted to check out my bare pussy could find a way, given how loosely they fit around my thighs. I talked Nick into wearing just his thong arguing that such nice pecs and abs needed to be shown off.

Nick ordered drinks while I wandered off to check out the buffet in the other room. Up to that point I'd stuck very close to Nick; but now, briefly alone, several men struck up a conversation and one rather handsome guy said he hoped we might meet upstairs.

Since it was a couples' night, I asked where he wife was. He replied by indicating she was still up there and added with a lecherous smile that she was insatiable.

Fortunately, I discovered that our Dutch friends had also decided to eat and was able to shake my would-be seducer by joining them. The food was excellent. But I didn't need a bulging belly while running around half naked; so I ate lightly.

After eating, our little group moved back into the lounge area where several couples were now dancing. We joined them and I have to say there is something very primal – almost animalistic – to dancing to the droning beat of some type of techno in a crowd of nearly naked people. 

There was plenty of touching going on and I noticed that none of our Dutch friends were dancing with their own spouses. I realized that that wasn't the point of the evening for them.

After Nick and I had danced a song together, Lars and Marie, who had been dancing together, joined us and suggested we switch partners. Well it didn't take long for little, gorgeously brown Marie to start shaking her tits and rubbing her butt against Nicks expanding bulge. 

Since he was grinning like Bogart with a mouthful of Bacall – as he likes to say – I figured I was equally free to give Lars a treat. After all, we weren't going to fuck anybody in the lounge area.

So there I was wiggling my ass against Lars' crotch when Lars reached around and started fondling my tits. I caught Nick's eye for a moment but his smile and wink reassured me that he was OK with the slight deviation from our strict rules of non-engagement. 

Having him watch me being touched by another man definitely added an extra kick, although I found it slightly less exciting when Nick began to play similarly with Marie. 

The next song was a slow one and before I knew it I was in a clinch with Lars. My breasts were pressed against his bare chest and he clutched my ass with both hands, pressing my crotch against his. 

Even though we were nearly naked, the room was warm and after several fast dances we were both sweating a little. My breasts, sliding around against his chest, were keeping my nipples at rigid attention and Lars soon bent his head and began sucking on them sensuously. 

Frankly, I'd stopped monitoring Nick and Marie at that point; but I hoped that Nick, if he were looking, wouldn't consider it breaking our rules because it felt so damn nice.

I had never been around so many men wearing either g-strings or thongs; but given the opportunity, I had noticed two distinct ways they arrange their cocks in the pouch part. Most keep it pointed down, which I think is more attractive, but I could also see where that might become uncomfortable, if it started getting hard. 

A few had it pointed up, I assume, for that reason. When I felt a little stickiness against my belly, I looked down and saw that Lars had rearranged himself. His hard cock, now jutting out above the pouch, had leaked a little cum. With a finger I wiped a dribble off the head of his cock and tasted it. 

"Yummy," I announced and saw his dick throb in response. 

His hands on my butt were now underneath my mini-shorts and I felt his fingers slipping between my checks on their way to my pussy. I didn't what to spoil the mood by drawing a line – and besides it felt great – so I let him explore. 

Fortunately the song soon ended and I scurried back to Nick before the next one started. While we finished our drinks, we watched the action on the dance floor but decided it was time to return to the real party upstairs.

I think it was close to midnight by then and things had definitely loosened up in the orgy chamber. There were now four women and probably six guys in there. While one woman was going down on another, they each had cock in the available mouth or pussy.

The other two women were each taking on two men. I wondered if the woman, whose husband had told me his wife was insatiable, was in there, too. As we watched, I noticed that women out numbered men in our little voyeur corps. I wondered if they were watching their husbands or imagining themselves inside. 

After several hours at the Kasteel, I was beginning to recognize some of the couples and I was surprised at how many seemed to have gone their separate ways. There always seemed to be a few single men or women wandering between the rooms. Seasoned swingers, I assumed. 

There were also several couples who stood out because they remained dressed as they wandered from room to room. Almost like visitors to a zoo, I thought. Were they true voyeurs or shy first timers? I bet on the latter, since I figured a true voyeur would be jacking off. 

There was one rather obese older fellow who wore a trench coat but was otherwise naked except, of course, for his black shoes and socks. He made a show of masturbating while he watched the action in various rooms. He sure seemed to be enjoying himself and, rather strangely, I found myself hoping he'd eventually watch us. 

I figured he'd be a good judge of quality in exhibitionist sex.

The BDSM room was jumping. A different woman was now in the OB/GYN chair and was being eaten by another woman. Nick opined that perhaps she had a fetish for women doctors. 

Another woman was attached to the contraption that held her suspended with her arms over her head and her legs attached to a spreader bar below. A guy was lightly whipping her. I wasted no time informing Nick that, personally, I couldn't see the appeal.

Our Dutch friends were back on the giant round bed with the spotlights and it appeared that two other couples had joined them. I saw Lars going down on a woman with a build much like mine. I felt an odd mixture of relief and regret. Relief that we'd avoided doing a group sex thing but regret at not having experienced his tongue on my clit. 

Now that Nick had opened me up to wild sex and multiple orgasms I was a little curious as to whether another man could satisfy me as well. Was it something I had learned or was Nick just really special? 

With five couples on it, even that giant round bed was crowded and it seemed that everyone was involved with at least two other partners. It was very sexy; but soon we decided that watching their group grope had gotten us ready to go find a bed of our own.

In the room where we had fucked earlier we saw that the platform on which we'd performed earlier was still available. Since it was about ten feet long and six feet deep, several couples could use it without becoming physically involved ... unless they chose to.

Still it was a surprise when a second couple got up there next to us as soon as we started fooling around. They were an attractive pair; but I was relieved to see that they didn't appear to be interested in mixing things up. 

It was bizarre but really sexy watching the woman, just a couple of feet away from me, having her nipples sucked and then her pussy licked while exactly the same things were happening to me. We each came at nearly the same time and it was truly wild watching her face contort with pleasure so close to mine and be sharing in exactly the same feelings.

And when our men each mounted us, both in the missionary position, it was like formation fucking. Nick and the other guy even got their thrusts coordinated!

Soon the other man gave us the universal roll over gesture. The other woman and I rolled over and up onto our knees. I know Nick paused to bury his tongue in my pussy but I don't know if the other guy did likewise. 

She and I were facing each other, shoulders down, butts up, waiting to be penetrated. She reached out and held my hand as we felt our men's cocks invade. 

We were horny and wet and our guys picked up where they left off - giving it to us hard and steady. Although it felt great, I couldn't really move much in the head and shoulders down position, so I propped myself up on my arms. That way I could shove back while Nick was thrusting in. 

Soon our thighs were slapping together and my breasts were again shaking with each collision. The other couple was doing the same.

We had gathered a new group of voyeurs that included the guy in the trench coat. The coat was open and he was definitely jerking off as he watched us intently.

Nick gave no sign of imminent orgasm and having cum just an hour or so earlier I was impressed that at forty-six he was still hard as a rock. I guess all the erotic stimulation around us was working for him too. 

When he leaned forward at one point, I whispered that I wanted to be on top again. He gestured to the other guy and they disengaged. 

Nick lay down on his back and the other guy followed suit. At that point I was so into pleasing our little crowd that, when I straddled his chest, I did it facing them, so that they would have a great view of me sucking his dick. 

Nick also had a great view of my cunt, which I knew was always good for a little extra turgidity. And I certainly didn't object when he fingered me as well.

The woman next to me had followed my lead and soon, together, we crouched above those rigid dicks and slowly descended upon them. I looked into the faces of our collected voyeurs and saw that we had their rapt attention as I began slowly fucking Nick. 

Fortunately Nick's cock is plenty long enough to stay engaged in that position even when I leaned back to give our fans a better view of my cunt and his cock. Supporting myself with one arm behind me I used the other hand to spread my lips and begin massaging my clit. 

The man in the trench coat stepped closer and pumped his dick as he stared at my pussy. While I probably would have screamed if he had touched me, I found it incredibly erotic to have a man masturbating barely three feet away. Once I even lifted my hips so that Nick's cock slipped out and held myself open. The trench coat guy actually stooped down to gaze into my juicy hole.

After that it just took plugging Nick back in and a couple of flicks on my clit to send me off into la la land. A half dozen people were watching me cum and watching them watching me made it twice as intense.

I guess the other couple had finished up during my moment of bliss for they were now spooned together and watched as I rolled off of Nick onto my back. I intended for him do me in the missionary position and knowing what a great view of my crotch it provides, I flipped my legs up and back so that my knees were up near my shoulders and I held them there with my elbows. 

Nick had introduced me to anal sex about a month earlier and to my surprise I'd actually come to enjoy it. At that moment I recalled that this was also a great position for Nick to do my butt and so, pretty certain that our audience would be pleased, I whispered, "Would you like to fuck my ass?"

Nick's eyes lit up and he gestured to one of our fans to hand him a bottle of lubricant.

As he knelt before my butt spreading the greasy stuff on my asshole the group drew closer. After working two well lubed fingers around inside me he rubbed more lube on his cock and slowly worked it past my sphincter as it gradually relaxed. 

I've concluded that the secret to enjoying anal sex is lubrication and masturbation. Nick had provided the first and now I provided the latter as he penetrated me ever deeper with every gentle thrust. When I finally felt his balls against my butt, he paused to let my body adjust to the backdoor invasion. 

Once he had his cock up my ass, Nick had never failed to cum, so far. That night was no exception. Our fans watched intently as his cock slid in and out of my tight sphincter and I fingered my pussy. I knew by the look of concentration on his face that Nick's orgasm was now building for sure.

Trench coat man was standing right next to him but I had stopped caring about our fans. It was going to be Nick's second cumming and I wanted it to be really good. 

I spread my cunt wide and slowly circled my clit with one wet finger as he watched. At one point I stuck my cum soaked fingers in Nick's mouth and he sucked on them. 

As the pace of his thrusts steadily accelerated I rubbed my clit ever faster until, with a loud groan, he blasted his seed deep in my colon. I came right behind him. 

When I came back to the real world I saw trench coat man wiping his cum off the mattress not far from where I lay. He looked somewhat abashed when he realized I was watching; but I gave him a smile to let him know that I appreciated his enthusiasm. 

Nick withdrew his cock from my ass with a somewhat embarrassing pop and I wondered what would be bubbling out of me next. Strangely, after all the wild public sex, during which I had thoroughly enjoyed being watched, I was embarrassed at the thought of people seeing cum leaking from my butt. 

Abandoning our fans, I dragged Nick off to the shower quickly hoping I wouldn't drip.

When I expressed mortification that I had let him fuck me in the ass in front of strangers, he laughed and said, "Marcy that was the most amazing erotic experience of my life. Thank you. I love you."

Whoa, that stopped me right in my tracks. The first time the man I am wild about tells me he loves me is right after he fucks my butt in front of an audience!! 

"You're really weird," I said at last. "This is not the moment to say such a thing."

Nick looked crestfallen. "Marcy, I love your brain AND your body. You must know that. But most of all, I love how you have become my co-conspirator in life's adventure."

Wow!

"I love you, too," I responded at last.

After showering, we dressed – if you can call a micro thong and obscene shorts dressed – and headed downstairs. Although it was nearly 1am there seemed to be a fresh crew of partiers down there who were drunker and thus behaving even more outrageously than we had earlier. 

I told Nick that I really couldn't imagine what more we could do short of getting involved in an orgy. He agreed and we headed down to the locker room to get dressed. The buffet now featured great desserts and we feasted on delicious chocolate things while the hostess called us a cab. 

Cuddling together on a couch as we waited, I felt this incredible intimacy with Nick. He had helped reveal a side of myself that I hadn't even known existed. And he totally accepted and approved of everything I had done. 

We'd lost our Dutch compatriots along the way and we never even learned the names of the couple with whom we had 'formation fucked.' Nick was the only witness who actually knew me and he had participated fully in my debauchery. A curious bond, indeed, but I felt even closer to him than ever.