“Now can I fuck you?” he said.
Amy put her arms out to take him between her twitching legs, a dreamy, lidded-eyed expression on her face. He slid into her with ease and started to thrust, his eyes not on hers but on her wiggling breasts and their puckered nipples. Now, THESE are tits, he thought. He felt her vagina walls contract and spasm before she made any orgasmic sounds. When she began to whimper and her hips quivered Brad groaned and ejaculated several ropes deep within her.
“Aw, couldn’t you last a bit longer, sweetheart? I was just getting started.”
Brad was taken aback by the “sweetheart” appellation. “I… I… thought you came. Didn’t you?”
“Well, I did I guess but it was only the first one and I wanted more.”
“I’m sorry,” was all bewildered Brad could think to say.
Amy hugged him as he lay atop her. “That’s okay. We’ll get him up again in a bit and have another go at it.”
As she padded off to the bathroom, he admired her ass once more and chuckled at seeing his cum dribbling down her inner thighs. He’d cum quite a lot, he observed. He heard the shower running and decided not to join her this time.
When she reentered the bedroom Amy said, “If they’re out of the pool, let’s go for a swim.” She winked at Brad and added, “I can go like this.”
“Sounds like a good idea.” They put on robes and headed for the pool, not seeing Elliot and Jen there or along the way. “Do you think they’re doing what we did?”
Amy glanced at him and replied, “Why do you care what they’re doing?”
Brad quickly said, “I don’t.”
But of course he did.
Jen and Elliot weren’t having sex. Instead they went out on a date; a regular date, meaning a cozy couple of drinks at a bar by the beach followed by a stroll along the sand, shoes off and holding hands.
“I know I’m sounding like a broken record,” Elliot said, “but I feel like I’m deep in a dream, and you’re like an angel that appeared in it.”
Jen laughed, “I’m no angel, but no, you’re not a broken record; I won’t get tired of you saying sweet things like that. You are a better man than even my fantasies thought you’d be. All I’ve ever met in my life were superficial men who thought with their small heads, even my husband. You seem to care about what I have to say.”
“Unlike Amy, the word ‘superficial’ is not a word that applies to you, Jen. You have a depth to you that actually surprised me at first since I focused on your body and what it did to me. I’ve never met a woman like you.” He smiled, hesitated and then added, “But you sure are a sexy devil.”
“You’re a good lover, Elliot. Amy’s never realized what she had because she’s used to having sex on her terms. I feel like we’re sharing our efforts and I don’t want to lose that.”
They walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence. Even when they were back in the car, they looked at each other lovingly but didn’t speak. What would words accomplish? When they got back to the villa they heard Amy’s loud moaning coming from what had been Brad and Jen’s bedroom. “Do you want to go to bed?” Jen asked.
“How about some skinny-dipping?”
“Sounds deliciously naughty,” Jen said and pulled Elliot out the patio door to the pool. They stripped like giggling kids and dove into the pool.
When they came together and embraced, Elliot felt her shiver and said, “Oh boy, you’re cold. Maybe we should get out.”
“Kiss me first.”
Now oblivious to the cold pool water they kissed for a few minutes. As his tongue danced around hers he grew hard. “I guess that warmed you up,” she said with a soft chuckle as his erection poked at her under the waterline.
“Now I’ll warm you up,” he said as he took her by the waist and hoisted her up to sit on the pool’s rim. She spread her thighs for him as he buried his tongue between the folds of her quivering labia. He marveled at how easily she grew lubricated. She was dribbling pussy juice even before he switched his focus to her stiff little clitoris that had poked out from beneath her clitoral hood like a small penis.
“Oh God yes!” she crooned. It wasn’t like those fake ‘squirting’ videos on porn sites but when she came she did spritz Elliot’s licking tongue with some sweet orgasmic nectar. He pulled back and studied her face. Her head was back and her eyes closed as she continued to moan, each orgasmic convulsion made obvious by the rhythmic twitching of her dribbling pussy.
“I guess I did well,” he said with an impish grin.
“You did very well. Now let’s go to bed so I can show you how well I can do things.”
“I think I already know, but lead on.”
Not worrying one iota about dripping pool water Jen led Elliot by the hand and proceeded to the bedroom. Letting it be known that this one was for him she climbed on top and teased his hard and aching cock between the folds of her pre-soaked pussy. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, encasing his cock in a hot, well-lubricated heaven, they both groaned loudly.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he gazed up at her pretty face and firm, lithe body as she began to rock and roll. Her reply was simply a dreamy smile.
He cupped her small breasts and tweaked her hard, prominent nipples as she picked up speed. Up and down then up again in her very own snakelike slither that might make Elliot cum much too quickly. He was learning that worry about PE with Jen was folly since she was the quickest cummer he’d ever slept with. Jen was slamming pubis to pubis when she moaned anew and he felt the tremors within her, spasms that squeezed his cock and milked him dry.
She fell upon him and they kissed. When their lips parted she said, “Do you think we’ll get tired of this?”
“Oh God I hope not,” Elliot replied before they kissed again. He wasn’t surprised that he was still semi-hard inside her.
“I’m serious,” she said. “Do you think it’s all physical now and that maybe we’ll get tired of it?”
“But it’s not all physical. I’ve said it a few times; you’re a deep woman who I know I’m falling in love with. Do you feel differently, or is the fantasy thing still a big part?”
“You’re right. I’m beyond the fantasy. Way beyond it. I want to get to know you better and see where it goes, and yes you big lug, I’m falling in love with you too.”
“Then it’s settled. I don’t care how Amy and Brad feel. You and I are going to find a way to be together, and not just for the rest of this week.”
Jen sighed, “You know it might get messy… who lives where and all that property bullshit. And don’t forget I have to work with Amy, and that won’t be pretty.” She was still on top of him and he was still inside her. The touching bodies and little movements had Elliot stiffening again, and Jen noticed. “Nice recuperation, big guy,” she said with a grin. They kissed again as she began to move, sliding upon his sweaty torso, making sure her stiff nipples weren’t going unnoticed. As she moved she pulled her legs together, thus making his fit a tighter one. And the tighter fit was doing it for both of them. Jen was getting good friction against her clit and (as usual) didn’t take long to climax.
“You’re amazing,” Elliot said over her mewling cries. He was cumming too.
They made love twice more throughout the night and wee hours of the morning.
Chapter 9
“Whew, that was a wild night!” Amy proclaimed as she stretched before climbing from the bed.
Brad’s cock felt raw from all their fucking. And he was still dog tired. As he watched her stretch again, accentuating her large breasts and fine ass, he said, “So what are we doing today?”
“I thought we’d visit the Moores’ gym again, see if Damian is back. I’d love to hear all about the porn video he made.”
He didn’t think about Damian, instead imagining another go with Alexa. His cock swelled in spite of its rubbed raw condition. He wondered if Amy had any lube around, then realized his wife never needed any. They showered together, Amy comment
ing, “The love birds must be sleeping in,” with a cackling laugh. Brad simply wished he was sleeping in too. They didn’t see Elliot or Jen by the time they left for the gym so Amy left them a note on where they were.
Alexa welcomed them and gave them visitor’s badges. “My husband will be here later, but you’re free to use whatever equipment you’d like.” Alexa walked with them to the private locker and shower room. She watched Brad walk and said, “Had a rough night there, Brad?”
Amy knew why she asked and said, “I kept him busy.”
“Good for you,” she answered as she grabbed Brad’s ass.
Brad was disappointed that Alexa didn’t change with them. He wanted to at least see her amazing body one more time. Amy and Brad used a series of machines and were sweaty and exhausted by the time Damian found them.
“How are you two doing?” he asked while checking out a well-built woman on a nearby treadmill whose leotard left nothing to the imagination. “Did you guys spend the night together like my wife thought you would?”
Amy quickly replied, “Oh yes! Jen can have Elliot for all I care.” The woman on the treadmill smiled and winked at Damian, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Amy. He fucks all the hot ones, she thought, which didn’t dismay her since in her mind it implied she was hot too. She wanted him one more time, and so she pushed her breasts against him and welcomed him back. “How was the movie making?”
“It was fun,” he said. “How would you like to see some raw, unedited video I have on my laptop?”
“Oooo I’d love to!” she squealed, pulling less-than-thrilled Brad along as she followed Damian to his office.
Damian booted up his computer and showed Amy and Brad the unedited scenes. All Amy saw was his immense cock, the women he fucked just a blur. She felt her pussy moisten. Brad on the other hand only saw the women, all extremely buxom and not objecting to taking Damian’s entire length deep into them, some anally. As he thought that had to hurt, he grew stiff thinking that the blonds uniformly looked like Amy, and not necessarily as pretty.
“You should do one of those. I bet you’d be good.” They both looked at Brad as if he’d spoken Chinese.
Their awkwardness morphed into something else. Damian said to Amy, “Well, how about it? You’d be great.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that,” she exclaimed but Brad knew by her expression that she was thinking about it, mostly because Damian’s cock appeared to be part of the deal.
Damian winked at her and said, “How about an audition? My wife is good with the camera.”
“Really? You mean now?”
“Sure. Maybe we could do it in our private gym.”
Amy was obviously aroused but all she could do was nod her head enthusiastically. Brad was aroused too since his voyeuristic mindset and Alexa’s presence would stimulate him no end (he was stiffening just thinking about watching them go at it).
“How about you showering,” he said to Amy, “and I’ll join you while Alexa videos us. Then we can go to one of the weight benches and you can straddle me for our first scene. How’s that sound?”
“You want me on top? I’d rather have you be on top.”
“If you want to be in the movies you have to be flexible and be ready for every position. Guys who watch them always like to see the lady riding a cock like mine, especially if she’s willing to take it all. Are you?”
“I guess so,” she answered, but to Brad she didn’t look that certain all of a sudden.
Alexa joined them in the private gym, toting a large bag that held a professional-looking camcorder. As she set it up on a tripod near the smaller shower stall Damian urged Amy out of her exercise clothes while he adjusted the shower water temperature. She tentatively stepped under the spray and glanced at the camera lens looking back at her. This is really happening, she thought. I’m going to make a porn video. She never considered future threats to her privacy if the video got out there. She simply watched Damian undress off-camera. She picked up the soap and began to lather herself. Suddenly her knees grew weak and wobbly when she saw his prodigious dick spring from his boxers. The soap automatically went to the warm spot between her legs. The shower water had only added to her wetness.
With the camera catching it all, Damian stepped into the shower. Amy’s hand with the soap in it travelled to his stiffening member. As she soaped him up the head rose and grazed her body, drawing a low moan from Amy’s parted lips.
Damian whispered, “See, you’re doing okay. Just let everything happen naturally.”
While she ‘washed’ his cock he ‘washed’ her breasts, making sure that her nipples puckered enough to be apparent to the camera. After enough of the foreplay they rinsed off the soap and with minimal drying (while Alexa moved the camcorder to the gym equipment to focus on the weight bench) they walked there, Damian playfully slapping his semi-hard cock against Amy’s backside along the way. He lay on his back and gave Alexa a signal to begin recording.
“Suck me, Baby. Show the man how good you are,” he said loudly for the camera’s benefit.
Amy knelt beside the bench and took him tentatively into her mouth. She knew she couldn’t go too deep with his monster but gave it a good try. He barely hid his disappointment at her performance.
“I got a better idea,” he said as he arose from the bench and had Amy lay down on her back with her head in the opposite direction from how he’d been; her head slightly off the end of the padding and thus bent at the neck. He positioned himself in front of her face and said, “Open up, Baby. Let’s see how much you can swallow this way.”
Amy tried not to panic as he forced his girth between her lips and pushed. He was in her throat and her eyes bulged open, her gag reflex working but uselessly since he was going down her throat whether she could take it or not. Her coughing and sputtering was muzzled by his cock as he relentlessly fucked her throat.
Brad looked on in wonder—and a bit of concern—as her body spasmed and her legs kicked. Was she even able to breathe?
Just then Alexa whispered at him, “Take control of the camera, okay? You don’t have to do anything but zoom in on his cock. Here’s the zoom control.”
He pulled his eyes away from Amy and Damian to look at what Alexa was referring to and was surprised to find her naked. With a wink she went to them and immediately went down on Amy, though it was difficult because of her thrashing legs.
Damian soon hollered, “I’m a cummin’!”
It was a miracle of coordination on his part but Brad was able to zoom the camcorder in to catch Damian’s throbbing cock while simultaneously jerking off and cumming all over the tripod. Amy’s gurgling took on a new level as hot semen pumped down her throat. Damian pulled out of her mouth and gave her a facial with the last few spurts.
Amy gasped for breath as she coughed and spewed out a spray of his milky deposit. Alexa held her as the spasms continued. Brad wasn’t sure if Amy was breathing adequately yet and grew worried for her, saying so to the couple.
“She’s okay,” Alexa answered softly. “I’m pretty sure there was an orgasm in there.”
Brad wasn’t so sure.
Alexa ushered sputtering and stumbling Amy to a bathroom while Damian absently stroked his still semi-hard shaft and said, “Oh man, that’s the best! Every man should experience the deepest and tightest a woman has to offer outside of her vagina. It’s better than anal!”
“But it hurt her. Doesn’t that bother you?”
Damian chuckled and said, “Like that old saying about what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. She’ll get better at it, you know, the breath part. Then she’ll be a world class throat, though I kinda wanted to cum all over those gorgeous tits of hers.” He focused on Brad and saw that he’d jerked off. “Hot huh? I bet you like to cum on those tits, right?”
“Yeah… yeah I do,” Brad replied with little conviction.
Damian decided to tease him a bit more. “What about her ass? Have you had that pleasure yet?”
“Ah… no
t yet.”
“I guess I’ll let you break her in for me. Then when she comes back looking to be in a movie I’ll stretch that sphincter like there’s no tomorrow.”
Brad didn’t know what to say so he kept silent.
When Amy and Alexa returned to the room Amy’s anger was apparent to the men. “How could you do that to me?” she yelled. “I could’ve suffocated or choked to death.”
“But you didn’t, right?” Damian said, smiling.
“I could have. That certainly wasn’t fun for me.”
“Who said it would be? That’s just an assumption on your part. It was great for me, and that’s all every man thinks about.”
“I thought you were a nice guy, but now I know otherwise. Brad, let’s get dressed and get out of here.”
Alexa had sidled up close to Brad so he wasn’t necessarily in the mood to leave, which was obvious to her husband.
Damian chuckled and said to Amy, “You didn’t really care about how nice I was before today. To you all I am is this,” he said as he grabbed his dick and whipped it about. “I guess being in the movies is out, huh?” he laughed heartily as Amy dragged Brad away to the lockers so they could get dressed and leave.
Chapter 10
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