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.

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.

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.

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