Three’s a crowd

It was a few months before I caught up with Peter and filled him in with all my news, we sat in my lounge as he dried his hair on a towel, having been caught in a summer thunderstorm walking from his parked car to my house.

"So how did the photo session go?" he said, his face barely visible through the folds of the white towel.

"Oh fine, but I’ve made a film since then as well" I said, hardly disguising the pride at my achievement.

"What an art film?"

"I wouldn’t call it art, I call it a fuck flick"

"What! ‘you’ made a porno movie?" he asked incredulously.

" That’s rather rich coming from an ex-porn star turned porn movie maker," I said, giving my best imitation of annoyance.

"Now now, don’t get petulant, just cos’ you’re a movie star,"

"I’m not getting petulant, and I’m not a movie star…..not yet at least,"

"Would you like to be?" he said, suddenly going rather serious and with the sound of a motive in his voice.

"Well, I have to say, I got a real thrill out of it, in more than one way"

"Yes I gather that, but to do it professionally is different from being an amateur you know?"

"In what way?

"Well for a start you have to get your dick up when instructed and down when told, then there’s the little thing of the cum shots, those are what you get paid for, not the rest of it!"

"What, you only get paid when you cum?"

"Yes, that is why it’s called the money shot, you see some guys are all right in the rigid cock department but they’re no good when it comes to cumming, if you see what I mean. Sometimes we have to use two guys, one for the erection scenes and one for the cum scenes, then only the guy who cums gets paid"

"That’s why you’re such a rich bastard, you’re getting it on the cheap"

"No, but the reason I asked is, that if you really think you could do it, I’d give you a part in one of my movies"

I thought for a split second, making him believe that I was considering it, although, in fact I already knew that this was what I wanted to do, and said, "Yes I think I could"

"O.K. we’ll see," There was a long silence as I waited for him to tell me when, but when he didn’t, I said "Well when?"

"Perhaps you had better come and see the set up first and how we make them,"

"Sounds good"

"O.K. give me a piece of paper and I’ll write down the address, you’ll have to be there at eight thirty in the morning," he said as I took a pad off the coffee table and handed it to him with a pen.

"What, Tomorrow?"

"Yes, you did say you wanted to see the set up?"

"Yes, yes, of course" I said, not having expected it to be that fast.

We didn’t discuss it further that day and at eight thirty the following morning I turned up at a very large seedy looking terraced house in Chiswick, which was the address written on the page torn from the pad. The morning was chilly and damp despite being mid July and when I knocked at the door it was opened by a guy in his middle twenties wearing a padded anorak. I introduced myself and was directed up the uncarpeted rickety stairs, past peeling wallpaper and cracked plaster, to one of the rooms that appeared to have originally been a rear bedroom.

I looked around the landing and upper hallway and noticed that none of the rooms had doors, single naked light bulbs hung form the ceilings and the walls of each room replicated those I had seen on the stairs, the whole place smelt musty and damp from under-use except for the room in which I stood, that had a smell of fresh paint.

It was about twenty feet square and although the walls of half of it were cracked, peeling and uncared for, the other half was freshly painted a light gold colour, framed prints hung on the walls and the floor in this part was carpeted, there was an occasional table with a large indoor plant and table lamp, a book shelf against the wall was full of books and ornaments, and right in the centre stood a large double bed with a single stained white sheet stretched tightly over it.

The rest of the room was given over to various aluminium boxes marked ‘Honey Films’ an assortment of heavy tripods, light stands, cables, arc lights, cameras and there was a table with several flickering video monitors and a sheaf of paper upon it.

As I stood looking around at the surreal scene, Peter’s voice behind me said, "Welcome to our little studio." I turned to see his smiling face and a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

"I could use one of those as well," I said indicating to the cup in his hand.

"No sooner said than done old son" he said, turning and shouting down the stairs to an unseen minion "Another coffee up here please,"

"Do want to see the rest of the set-up?"

"Yes, why not" I said as he moved of across the landing through another opening with me in hot pursuit.

"This is the dressing or undressing room, as you prefer," he announced standing just inside the doorway whilst I peered round the frame to be greeted by two naked girls, one Caucasian, one oriental, in their mid twenties, half sitting, half laying, on a rickety old couch.

"And that's Julie and Yvonne, our two stars for today’s shoot,"

I shot the girls one of my nicest smiles and they returned the compliment, both saying "Hi" in unison. I stepped back into the hallway and Peter walked out putting his head close to my ear as we walked into the next room, "They’re gay of course, well not entirely true, Yvonne’s is gay, but Julie, the Thai girl is bi-sexual"

"Yes, she’s beautiful isn’t she?" I said fatuously.

"I see……you’d like a bit of that would you?" Peter said giving me a nudge.

Over the next few minutes I was given a complete guided tour of the other rooms on that floor which included a shower room with nicely decorated pinewood finished walls and another bedroom which had become the wardrobe department and had racks of lingerie, uniforms and various props including a whole selection of sex toys in every shape and colour and for every use. Downstairs there was a large kitchen with a four easy chairs each occupied by male members of the film and production crew and next door in the rear was an editing suit, used for video editing and where sat two females one introduced as the make up girl and the other the wardrobe supervisor.

"That’s about it" Peter said as we walked to the bottom of the stairs.

"You forgot about this room," I said indicating the front room.

"Yes, you’re right, that’s the quiet room,"

"What’s a quiet room?" I asked.

"It started off as an American idea for staff working in the computer industry, and I adopted the idea, there are times that we all need to rest and recuperate, the actors use it for all sorts of things, releasing tension, getting to know each other or just having fun, there’s a bed and couch in there and sometimes that’s where I hold the auditions….if you know what I mean"

"I think I get the idea," I said as we returned upstairs.

We finally got down to serious work about a quarter to ten after Peter had run through the script with the girls, he explained to them that this was a lesbian film and that they should feel free to express themselves in any way they wished, but, if he wanted to shoot a particular thing he would stop them and direct them what to do.

The crew took up positions at the various sound and camera equipment, whilst the barrage of lights went on and the make-up girl was called.

Julie was first, sitting on the edge of the bed in a short silk dressing gown, whilst, her hair, eyes and mouth were attended to by the make-up girl, who crouched on the floor in front of her.

"Have you cleaned up downstairs?" the make-up girl asked her.

"Not for a couple of days" she replied, whilst I tried to fathom what the house cleaning had to do with her make-up.

"Well let’s see then" make-up said, as Julie stood up, dropped the dressing gown and stood naked, her brown body glistening in the lights and her pubes barely inches from make-up’s face.

"Hmm, there’s one or two strays there" she said, inspecting, what to me appeared to be, an immaculately trimmed, tuft of blue black pubic hair, barely half an inch wide that started just above the crease of her pussy, and rose about an inch and three quarters getting slightly narrower towards the top.

Make-up took a pair of tweezers from her case and started to pluck the stray hairs on the shaved parts of Julie’s pubes as I watched her face grimace with each pull, finally, announcing that she was satisfied and dabbing powder on the skin she stood up and inspected her nipples declaring that one was a bit sleepy this morning and gently rolling it between her forefinger and thumb, before taking some baby oil and dabbing a drop it on each.

Yvonne was next and the same routine was followed except that her pubic area was completely shaven and, make-up having asked the same questions, insisted she lie back on the bed and open her legs whilst an inspection was made of the lips of her pussy.

Declaring there was a five o’clock shadow, make-up spent five minutes with a razor gently shaving Yvonne's most sensitive parts, finalising it by rubbing baby oil on the outside before parting the lips with her fingers and sliding one between the dark brown folds of skin.

"That should do it," she declared as Yvonne responded by saying that she was just beginning to enjoy it.

"Right are you ready?" Peter asked the girls, receiving little in the way of a reply as they were already lying back on the bed and embracing.

"Camera rolling, speed, sound" he shouted, and then the room went quiet.

Facing each other, Julie started to gently caress Yvonne’s breast, sliding her hand over it whilst they both engaged in a deep, intimate, tongue searching kiss that lingered on and on.

Slowly, Yvonne’s hand wandered across the velvety brown skin of Julie’s thigh and onto the peach like cheek of her bottom, where she gently stroked it up and down occasionally sliding upwards towards the small of her back, but always returning to caress the smooth round curves.

The skin trembled slightly under the touch as Julie lifted her leg and placed it over Yvonne’s thigh curling her calf around the others leg and rubbing her pussy erotically and slowly up and down as Yvonne moved her hand downward, curling it in and around, so that her fingers began to touch the back of Julie's vagina.

She gave a start as the finger probed her and pushing herself harder against the leg between her thighs, she clamped it by drawing her legs tightly together with her face contorting into ecstasy as it reflected the sudden tightening in her lower belly and the muscles tightening and twitching inside her pussy.

Overcome with the feeling of intense well being that swum over her, she let out a small cry of pleasure to which Yvonne reacted by pressing her finger deeper inside.

Julie stopped kissing Yvonne's full lips and moved her own down to encompass the prominent nipple of the right breast where she plucked at it with her mouth, drawing and sucking so gently that it stood proud and erect.

Sensitive to the slightest of the movements of Julie's tongue, Yvonne felt the electric like spasm travel inside her from nipple, right down to her pussy where it made her wet and long for that moment of earth shattering orgasm.

Julie rolled onto her back, moving seductively and using her hands to part her pussy, as she encouraged the other girl to go down on her.

This one inviting movement made Yvonne slide down the bed, part Julie’s brown skinned thighs and begin nuzzling, first with her nose, and then by placing her mouth hard against the sweet smelling and wet opening between her legs.

Drawing back slightly, Yvonne started to shoot her tongue in and out between the tight cleft of Julie’s wet opening, her saliva mixing with the love juice, whilst her tongue sought the magic button that would send another wave of rapture though Julie’s body, making it quiver and undulate.

The two girls were now totally oblivious to the camera and obviously deeply enjoying each other's intimate caresses, and I found it hard to tear my eyes away from watching the two beautiful and lithe bodies writhing in passion on the bed.

But standing behind the camera, I glanced round the room, suddenly aware of my own huge and hard erection I wondered if it was having the same effect on the rest of the crew. I looked furtively at the crotch of each male and confirmed it was, as everywhere I could see the obvious signs of arousal, lurking in the trousers of each of them.

Looking across at the make-up girl who was seated in front of one of the monitors, I smiled at her, noting that she too sat with her hands plunged deeply between her thighs high up against her crotch and with her legs tightly crossed over them, a sign perhaps, that even she, was turned on by the real passion and frenzy of the two girls lovemaking.

Moaning came from the bed, and I again returned my attention to Julie, who had now produced a, double ended flesh coloured dildo that she slowly introduced one end of, into Yvonne’s wet and willing pussy. Parting the lips with one hand, she pushed in the first three or four inches of the fat, twelve inch long, soft latex, until Yvonne let out a gasp and shot her hands down to grasp it.

I was not sure whether there was passion or pain flitting across her face as I watched Julie pull the soft rubber cock practically out and then plunge it in deeper, a good six or seven inches went up inside this time.

Yvonne lay spread-eagled on her back with the long pink dildo only moving under the slight undulations of her body, as Julie who sat astride her, leaned back on her haunches to gauge the reaction, finally displaying satisfaction, and introducing the other end into her own body, pushing down hard, until both of their pubes, ground against each other leaving a small area of the dildo showing that they were joined by it.

For the next several minutes both girls pumped up and down as the dildo moved inside each, a sort of joint masturbation session which made them moan and groan with passion as each in turn spurred the other on to orgasm.

"Come on fuck me you bitch," cried Yvonne

"Yeh, yeh, fucking make me cum" replied Julie, breathlessly.

Then, suddenly there was a cry from one as she gasped and came, quickly followed by the other who did the same thing.

I looked away, my heart racing, and then glancing down at my trousers, I realised for the first time in my life, I, had just shot my load inside them, and what was worse, the damp patch was beginning to spread and become very noticeable on the light coloured cotton fabric.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself, as Peter called a halt to the action in order to take close-ups of the dildo, pussy etc, and the make-up girl, looked across at me, then slowly down at the wet patch.

She got up and walked across, "Don’t worry about that, why do you thing the guys here are all wearing black jeans" she said, smiling and continuing "We’ll have a pair in wardrobe if you want to change them, but personally, I would wear it with pride and wouldn’t worry about it, we’ve seen all these things before,"

"Do you really think so?"

"I’ll bet you every guy here has a damp patch of one sort or another, doesn’t matter how many times you watch, it always has the same effect, if it’s good, and believe me, these two are good, but they haven’t even got started yet."

There was a lot of movement on the bed as various shots were taken and then finally the action seemed to start getting serious again.

As Julie lay on her back, Yvonne stood over her, wearing nothing but a black lace g-string her hand held a bottle of baby oil, from which she took a liberal measure and poured it over Julie's pert brown breasts, softly sliding her hand over the erect nearly black nipples that popped out occasionally from between her open fingers. The soft dark skin of Julie's upper body soon began to glisten with the oil and rivulets ran between her breasts down to her navel where it formed a small pool.

Yvonne's hands expertly massaged her, as small ripples travelled across the skin in soft gentle undulating waves with Julie pressing forward against the touch. She let out a groan as Yvonne used her hands to sweep down between the firm breasts and moved in circular motions around the flat belly and rib cage.

Julie's legs suddenly parted and the hips thrust forward displaying her tiny trimmed tuft of black pubic hair that stood on end, as if shocked by electricity, I watched mesmerised, as she lifted her hand and, starting exactly where the hair ended and the small cleft began, she placed her forefinger into it and slowly ran the finger down it until she reached the prominent dark skinned lips, then pushing it in, she starting to gently masturbate herself.

Yvonne sank to her knees, still moving her hands in circular motions across Julie's lower belly and just above her pubes; she rotated her soft hands barely touching the skin as she watched the movement of the other's finger. Then, she moved one hand to the black tuft of pubic hair, plucking at it gently, as if trying to shape it into a peak, whilst the other hand began to slide slowly up and down each side of Julie's groin area, occasionally sweeping it right up across the flat smooth stomach and brushing once, again the nipples

There was a sudden cry from Julie as she partially removed her sopping wet finger from inside herself, whilst her knees and thighs imperceptibly moved together as she came in an earth shuddering orgasm.

Feeling the tenderness of the moment, Yvonne bent and softly kissed the trembling belly facing her, before looking into Julie's eyes and taking her in a long lingering embrace, kissed her on the lips.

"Wow" I mumbled to myself, as I heard the make-up girl beside me say, "See what I mean?"

Yvonne stood and came near to Julie's head as she stretched out and plucked a larger than life vibrator, from the bookshelf. Then, standing with her legs slightly apart, she began to caress her breasts, rolling the light pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, occasionally pinching them as she threw back her head and looked up towards the ceiling.

Julie held the vibrator in both hands, turning the bottom of it until it emitted a tell tale hum, then adjusting it until it turned to an insistent buzzing she started to slide it up and down the inner thigh of Yvonne who let out a groan and moved a hand to her shaven pussy.

There was a deep sigh from both girls as Julie guided the end of the vibrator towards the outer lips of Yvonne's pussy.

"Do you want some of this" Julie said, her teeth gritted and her face contorted with the effort to satisfy the others needs.

"Yes, yes" came the quick reply, as without further comment Julie pushed the buzzing object into the other's vagina.

There was a gasp followed by " Oh, god that feels good, so good."

Julie instantly swung her legs around and sitting on the side of the bed started to pull the vibrator in and out with both hands, the lubrication, supplied by Yvonne's own bodily fluid, liberally trickled down the vibrator until, letting out a cry, her orgasm came building in waves and culminating in one thundering rush followed by the usual exhausted but tremendous feeling of satisfaction and well-being.

On and on they went, every position and in every manner imaginable, their passion never seemed to subside, until Peter had everything he wanted on tape and shouted "That's it your on your own time now."

The girls sat on the bed smoking cigarettes and drinking copious amount of mineral water as I joined Peter and we sat beside them.

"What's your interest in all this then?" Julie said, as we sat there chatting, but, before I had time to answer, Peter interrupted.

"He's going to be one of my male stars"

"Oh I see," she said, looking me up and down admiringly.

"Yes, he's hung like a stallion I believe and has the stamina of one"

"What you mean you don't know?"

" No, I was hoping you could help us in that department,"

"What's this, another audition or just a freebe?"

"No, it's serious, how about it?" he said, adding, "I'll add it on to your pay."

My heart leapt as I waited for her reply and desperately hoped she would say yes, I had watched the two of them all day making mad passionate love, walking around with an erection so hard that my balls ached, and knowing that Julie, the one with the great face and body, was the only one who was sexually interested in men.

"Yes, O.K. where are we going, downstairs in the quiet room?"

"Yes, and get some sexy gear on before you start," he said, getting up and walking away as we both followed.

Julie was dressed in thigh length black boots, a thin white cotton crop top and a pair of very short denim shorts with a zip up the front. I was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a tank top as we both entered the quiet room, which was lit, only by a couple of high wattage spotlights strategically place over the bed.

This being the first time I had seen the room I quickly observed that three of the four walls were painted black, whilst the fourth and the ceiling was covered in mirrors.

"Right just get started when you want to," Peter said from his position seated on the couch.

Julie and I went into an embarrassed and awkward clinch until she put her lips to mine and slid her hot tongue into my mouth, suddenly making me forget about the surroundings, as my cock got hard once more.

She pressed her body to mine and rubbed it from side to side, grinding her pubes against my rigid member through the layers of clothing, whilst I in turn, slid one hand under the her top, feeling that she wore no bra and her hard little nipple against the palm of my hand.

I cupped the breast in my hand and then, slowly sinking to the floor, I lifted the top to expose both her beautiful breasts at once putting my mouth over one of the nipples and gently sucking and teasing it with my tongue.

She groaned and stepping backward, dropped onto the bed, whilst I, trying to maintain contact with the nipple, followed, at the same time using both hands to unzip the shorts she was wearing and slide them off.

I lay partially on top of her our mouths meeting once more as my hand moved between her thighs seeking her hot snug womanhood, then, as my finger found its goal, I realised she was already soaking wet, so using the ball of my second finger I found her tiny, hard clit and started to massage it vigorously.

She let out a moan and pushing my finger deep inside her wetness I felt the fine ridges on the front wall of her vagina as I used my thumb to stroke her fine, glossy black pubic hair.

Julie pulled off my tank top and undoing the waistband of my jeans began to unzip the fly as my cock that was pointing upward towards my belly button, slowly started to appear under her ministrations. As soon as she felt the slight dampness of the head, touch the skin of her soft belly, a shudder ran through her body and her movements quickened.

She pushed at either side of the jeans forcing them down my thighs to my knees, then, rolling out from under me, half sat up and doubled over to suck my cock into her mouth like a greedy child with a lollipop.

I took the hand from her pussy and now using both grasped the neckline of her top and tore it open, right down the middle, leaving both her breasts exposed. Then I pulled at the shoestring straps across her shoulders and snapped them, allowing the top to drop off.

Now we were both naked and as she momentarily released me from her mouth I took the opportunity to turn ninety degrees so that now my head was now level with her pussy and her face was level with my cock.

I buried my face between her soft golden thighs and as I pushed my tongue between the smooth lips of her vagina into the musky saltiness of her, I felt a mouth surround my swollen member.

We probed and played like this for over fifteen minutes, until suddenly, her mouth gripped me harder and her legs muscles tightened in a spasm that I knew, meant she had achieved an orgasm.

Pulling my still hard cock from her mouth, I sat up and masturbated across her breasts, spreading the hot white juices as far as her chin and letting it run down her in a flood.

"That'll do," said Peter.

"You're quite a stud, you can perform with me anytime," Julie said, adding as an afterthought " Wouldn't have been any good for today's girl on girl film though, cos' of course 'Three's a crowd'."