Chapter 12
The film crew kept themselves busy during the break. One guy got himself a blow job while another earnestly sucked on pussy. Everyone was naked and sexually active except for the director, who stayed out of the action.
I massaged my meat as I watched the small orgy unfold around us. The lusty activity brought my cock around, firmed it beneath my caressing hand. Linda watched them as well, seemed to be taking mental notes of the various positions as she squirmed in her chair. I smiled and took her hand.
"Ready to perform?" I asked.
"Any hotter and I'll turn to ashes!"
I caught the director's attention and motioned him over, let him know the filming could continue.
He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
They all stopped in mid-stroke or mid-slurp, pulled out or pulled off. Then they returned to their previously assigned duties. No one bothered to dress. Cocks remained stiff while pussies glistened all around. The sight of such sexual arousal heightened my need to take my wife.
"Any special instructions?" I asked the director as we made our way back beneath the lights.
"Just do what comes naturally," he responded with a shrug. "The script you're writing is a hell of a lot better than the one I had!"
Linda and I climbed on the bed as the cameras repositioned, everyone scrambling to get oriented to best capture our love making.
Linda and I did our own repositioning. I slipped my arms around her torso, flattened my palms against her back, then gently pulled her in. We kissed fervently, passionately, our crotches barely touching. This wasn't done for the benefit of the cameras, this was done purely for our own enjoyment.
The director cired, "Action," and we pulled apart, stretching out next to each other.
Linda's hands glided through my soft hair to find my nipples, her thumb and forefinger clamping onto them, twisting them. I breathed deeply through flaring nostrils, expanded my chest, melted beneath the pres sure of my sensitive knobs. My flesh slowly hardened beneath her touch.
Our hips began to sway, my full erection rubbing against her soft and silky body. My balls moved around in their sac, the feeling of freedom nice without my confining cock ring. My cock became steel. Moisture erupted from my cockhole, heightened the sensitivity in my already sensitive head. Pleasure pounded in my groin as I remembered the director's comment. I rolled my hips more flatly onto the bed, separated our crotches to give the cameras a clear, unobstructed view.
Linda's hands lowered onto my stomach, then pushed against my hip to turn my ass to her pussy. She gripped my round globes, then slipped her hand between my legs to press my cock firmly against my abdomen, her hips working her pussy against my butt.
I pulled away to place our crotches face to face, my libido urging me to jam my cock deeply up her cunt. But I resisted. I wanted our movie to be a movie of love, more than a mere race to climax. This was also to be a rediscovery of the passion we thought we had lost.
My cock throbbed and ached with the nearness of her pussy. Blood filled it, heated it, swelled it to the point of bursting. Only wrapping it in Linda's flesh could dispel the urgent craving of my over-inflated erection.
"We can't see you," the director instructed.
Linda pushed me back onto the bed, her hands busy in my crotch. One hand rolled my nuts like giant marbles, shifted them around to loosen my cum. Her other hand latched onto my shaft, played my skin from my base to my tip, slowly, gently working me for the cameras. My cockhead was quickly wet and ready for more heated action.
Linda's hands were all over my body, racing from my waist to my thighs. I squirmed beneath her playful pawing. It was getting harder and harder to fight off my urges, to keep myself from pouncing. I managed, barely, letting foreplay work its magic.
Linda lowered her head to line her mouth up with my crotch. Her tongue moistened her lips. Her hands played over my hips and across the outsides of my ass. She inched forward, her eyes roving over my pounding dick. I couldn't wait for her to connect her lips to my feverish flesh. My cock screamed and ached, fluids rushed out to greet her advancing mouth.
She finally came in, placing her mouth over my length. She chewed on my meat with biting lips and nipping teeth. Then someone tugged on my leg and pulled it away from my crotch to open me to a descending camera.
The director clicked his teeth and I knew we had closed ourselves off again. Suddenly, the cameras had become intrusive, were as much a part of the action as we were. I was about to protest when Linda's hot mouth caressed my screaming dick. Pleasure provoked a startled sigh and I forgot about the movie, the director, the cameras, and everything else. My concentration was wonderfully returned to my swamped cock.
Linda bathed my dick with her hot saliva. She worked it up and down my shaft. Then she lifted off to thrill me by taking one of my nuts into her mouth. Sucking my balls, she pressed it firmly against the roof of her mouth with her forceful tongue, lovingly rolling it around inside her.
She moved from one hot testicle to the other, one hand massaging my cock against my abdoment, rocking it around in my dampened hair. Deep groans erupted from my open mouth.
She returned to suck on my dick, her pressure fantastically stimulating. One had shot beneath my thigh to tickle her fingers beneath my balls. Then my bare ass raised itself up to feel the warmth of her hand on my firm globes. She pulled on the curly hairs of my butt as she tugged on my cock, her lips locked tightly around my girth. Her head was bobbing up and down my throbbing length. Cum churned at the base of my dick, kept my shaft steely hard. The fuse on my climax burned threateningly close to discharge.
Linda had never worked me so expertly, my orgasm coming much more quickly than normal. To keep myself from creaming too early, my hands hooked beneath her arms. I raised her up so I could kiss her passionately, express the love welling up inside me. We laid face to face, one palm molding her tits together to force her nipples against my chest. Her hands rested on my shoulders, rubbing, squeezing my taut muscles as I rapaciously devoured her tongue.
I moved to her ear, my hand pushing back on her hair to expose a delicate lobe. I nipped and nibbled, then shot my tongue inside before travelling down to her neck. Her head fell beack to stretch the soft skin into a flat plane, to open herself fully to my greedy kisses. I inched down her chest until my tongue met the beginning of the valley between her luscious breasts. I didn't care where the cameras were or how much they could see. I was told to do whatever came naturally, and that's just what I was doing, satisfying my craving for her tits.
My anxious mouth closed around an excited nipple, drew it into my warm, moist interior. My tongue lashed out at it, batted it, pressed it into the surrounding circle of tantalizing tissue. My lips parted, opened, skimmed over the surface to engulf her breasts. My hand beneath it forced the suppleness into my eager opening. Both hands pushed and shoved, tried to force her pliable flesh into my confining space. Her nipple sat hard against my tongue, my mouth full, my body ecstatic.
I ravaged both tits until my desire for the rest of her body lifted me away. I slid down the satin sheets to stare into her silky twat. Her hands guided my face between her legs, my mouth open, my tongue forcing its way into her slit. My tongue lapped up and down her juicy crank, then rakishly sank between her pressing lips. I hungrily tasted her, basked in her warmth, the joy of her pussy bobbing my cock.
My fingers slipped into her crevice and parted her folds to receive my kisses, my licks, my wildly voracious tongue. I probed her soft flesh until I found her sleeping clit. I massaged it, pressed it from side to side until it began to grow. It offered only slight resistance. Once it was hard, my lips closed around it to suck it in. Linda's soft sighs increased the pressure of my grip, set my tongue wagging against it.
I'm sure the cameras couldn't see a thing, but the director let us alone, let us do what we liked. Excitement forced me to seek out her hole, to find the opening to her familiar interior. One circle around its rim, then a second. That was all the delay I could stand! My tongue darted into her clamping circle, forced itself past the tight grip of her sensuous opening. The taste was overwhelming, her interior moist and drooling from our passion. Entering her pussy was like coming home after a long vacation. It's nice to be away, but coming back is even sweeter. I lapped up her juices, my lips engulfed in hot flesh, my fingers releasing her pussy to close around my face. My nose greedily breathed her frangrance, my mouth filled by her flow.
Eating her cunt inflamed my crotch, burned my groin with an intensity that could no longer be tolerated. My dick insisted on knowing her pussy as intimately as my mouth presently did.
My hands grabbed her ass, turned her, laid her down on the bed. My face pulled out of her crotch, but my eyes never left the beauty of her pussy, her hair moist and glistening with my saliva.
I slowly worked up her body, my mouth and tongue investigating every curvaceous inch as I travelled up her torso. My cock lightly skimmed her thighs, neared her cave, drooled almost continuously.
I raised my hips when my mouth again met hers, gently placed my pounding prick atop her receptive snatch. My weight lowered, my roundness slipping into her crack. Her tits smashed beneath my chest and her legs raised around me. They parted the way for my entry. I slid my cockhead down her valley, felt it disappear into the grasping lips of her craving cunt. Her hand placed my tip against her hole, held it there until I was ready to forge ahead. And boy was I ready! There was so much fluid in both our crotches that I slipped in effortlessly, my excited cockhead in up to its widened corona.
Linda's hands on my muscular butt forced me further in. She apparently needed more, wanted my mammoth dick totally captured by her greedy cunt.
One of the cameras came between my legs as I felt the magnificent bliss of feeding Linda more and more of my cock. The intensity of my pleasure didn't lessen with the camera's intrusion. In fact, it grew and grew, scrambled my brain with the deliriously delightful knowledge that the lens was watching my dick glide up Linda's swallowing pussy. Fireworks exploded in my head and stars danced before my eyes as she consumed my cock, drew it fully up her succulent, swamping pussy. The camera skillfully recorded it all.
Her interior sat around my girth like a water-soaked sponge, bathing, soothing, swelling around my erection to completely cover my skin in heated fluids. My cock sat full of cum, my cream lapping at my head, aching to spill out, to splash over her walls. My dick quivered as her biting pussy nipped at the base of my shaking organ, our pubic hairs entwined, our crotches kissing.
My hips started to perform, began the steady drive to orgasm. I widened my legs on the bed as brilliant light came in to illuminate our dark and slapping groins. The camera came in for a close-up and I wanted to slow my stabbing prick to capture the intricate details of the underside of my dong on celluloid. But my pace refused to lessen. I hoped my throbbing member wouldn't be blurred on the film. Linda's head rolled from side to side as my hips stroked my rod in and out of her gobbling box with the same vigorous rhythm.
A sudden tingle raced into my balls and I increased the depth of my penetration. I banged into her cervix, pressed my head flatly against her hot and blocking flesh. Runaway power plummeted my prick into her hole, worked hard to bring about my ejaculation without further delay.
My fingers crumpled the sheets as my hips ground my needy cock into her drenching box. My thoughts of romance and love were cast aside. It was time to reach the heavenly culmination produced by slapping crotches, to release the pressure inside my aching manhood.
The lights blazed against my balls, heated up my bouncing ass as I banged into her with all my might. I slammed my meat fully in, then pulled it out. The popping and slurping sounds from my rampaging prick matched the loud moans that erupted from my panting mouth. I fell into the arms of sheer rapture. Linda trembled and jerked as the fury of my fuck gained even greater force. Linda matched me thrust for thrust, her pussy pounding against me, her hips making sure she felt my entire mass on each jarring jab.
A few driving strokes later, my cum sat at the tip of my dick. Even in the throes of extreme ecstasy, I thought about the film. I pushed up from the bed, locked my elbows to keep my chest above Linda's humping body. I threw back my head.
"Up front! Up front!" I yelled between quick gasps of air. "I'm ready to cum. I'll pull out. I'll dump on her stomach!"
The cameras quickly got into position. I suddenly screamed at the top of my lungs. One hand shot down to my dick to extract me from Linda's sucking cunt. I angled my body to let it in the light. My cock let my cum explode from its bright and shining tip. I screamed with each release, my ass clenching to help drive my semen up to her tits. My entire body jerked and quaked as I gave the director his requested second climax.
I plowed my dick through my gripping hand, my tube burning, my mind on fire with the ecstasy of release. I came with the swirling turbulence of a raging river, my thick cream spinning in tiny eddies across Linda's heaving stomach and jiggling breasts.
When my cock stopped spitting, I could have easily collapsed in euphoric exhaustion. I didn't, instead returning my erection to Linda's unspent pussy. There I renewed my pounding to bring Linda to orgasm. I drove onward, inward, upward, fed her my cock as furiously as before my eruption. She squirmed beneath me, rocked her hips back and forth to slam my still-hard cock from wall to wall. She had never before fucked with such force, her pussy a quivering mass of working muscle. Her strong desire to reach her orgasm kept me hard, fueled my own need to get her off.
My arms relaxed to lower my torso, our bodies once more pressed together. My cum sread out between us like warm oil, soaked into the fur on my chest and rubbed itself into the pores of Linda's soft and caressing skin. I slipped and slid on the thin layer of moisture between us as Linda's writhing heightened in intensity. I knew she was close to giving me her honey. Now I worked my hips all the harder, drove down on top of her more fiercely.
Moments later, Linda reached her goal. And mine. Her body froze and only her hips pumped against me. Her pussy spewed the nectars of her orgasm over my tired and softening dick. I languished in the searing heat that surrounded my cock, my movements stopped to feel the gush of erupting honey against my swollen cockhead. Linda's sighs were almost grunts; deep and husky expulsions of air.
Exhausted and elated, I slipped out of her streaming pussy, my dick wrinkled from a night full of nonstop sex. I kissed her passionately before collapsing on the bed beside her.
"Cut!" the director yelled. "Bravo! Bravo! That was magnificent. It would have been nicer if you had remembered to keep yourself open, but--" he stopped, his shoulders frozen in a shrug.
Linda turned to me and laughed. "I'm a movie star!"
"And a gorgeous one at that!" I added, massaging her breasts and kissing her cheek.
As far as we knew, that was the end of our fantasy. It was time to head home, our night filled with memories and plenty of notes to carry back to our own bed.
But the crew had something quite different in mind as they joined us on the bed. The sheet was quickly covered in naked bodies as Linda and I were separated. We were trapped in the center of an erupting orgy.
People were all over us and we couldn't get away. Someone took my soft cock into their mouth while someone else attached themselves to my ass. I stared up into a squatting pussy while the girl sucked on a cock above my face. Some guy was sitting on my stomach, but I couldn't tell what he was doing!
Although my ass was being divinely eaten, I squirmed and twisted and tried my best to escape the bodies atop me. I made very little progress until I started chewing on the cunt just above my mouth. My teeth bit at her flesh and I heard her scream. She quickly lifted off me, getting away from my nipping mouth, but hers was only one of the bodies that kept my pinned to the bed.
I raised up to discover the guy on my stomach reaming the pussy of the same girl who'd tried so desperately to make my dick rise up from the dead. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was a lost cause, that I had cum so many times already that it might take me a week to recover. I pulled on the guy's side, toppled him onto the bed. Two down, two to go.
I got the girl off my dick and freedom seemed assured. Just then, another wave of bodies climbed on top of me and pressed me back to the bed. My face was buried in flesh, some soft and smooth, some muscular and hairy. These people didn't seem to care who was doing what to whom. Their hands were all over me, not to mention the rest of their naked anatomy! When I spied a pair of hairy balls dangling over my face, slowly lowering closer and closer, I found the energy I needed to extract myself from the pile of devouring flesh. I slid down towards the end of the bed, open and hairy cracks passing over me as I made my way to freedom.
My feet finally hit the floor, then my ass. I popped my head out from a pair of clasping thighs, stood up, and quickly placed substantial distance between me and the body-filled bed. I spied Linda emerging from one side and rushed to her aid. I grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the frenzied mass.
We headed for the door, stopping for one last look at the heap of flying arms and legs. An ascot flew into the air and beret slowly sunk beneath the surface of the undulating orgy. We turned to each and laughed.
"Towel, my dear?" I asked before opening the door.
"I think it's a little late for modesty."
We strolled down the hall in unabashed nudity. My dick had shriveled up to nothing, but I really didn't give a damn. And I was fucking proud of Linda's body, hoped others would stare at her beauty. We had come a long way and I knew we no longer needed counselors, or Camille, or someone else's fantasy. We had each other and we were going home-to create our own fuck fantasies.