Alyssa’s pulse raced. Her nipples were hard as bullets, and her pussy was moist and tingling. Part of her wanted to continue sucking Matthew’s beautiful cock – and another, even more reckless part of her wanted to clamber up onto the bed, straddle him and slide those hard, eight inches inside her greedy pussy.
But she knew what she had to do.
Pulling her mouth from his cock, she wiped her mouth with the back of one hand and slapped his thigh with the other.
Matthew was sat there with an astonished look on his face; his huge cock rock-hard and glistening with Alyssa’s saliva.
“Get back in there,” she purred, struggling to her feet. “You have a job to do.”
Matthew nodded.
“Thank you,” he mouthed, as he yanked up his pants and staggered out into the main room.
Chapter Thirteen
“At last,” Terry rolled his eyes as Matthew took his place back on the couch. “I was worried we’d have to call in a stunt cock.”
Matthew ignored him. Instead, he looked across the room towards Alyssa, who was scurrying back to the stool behind the camera; looking flushed and guilty.
Matthew’s eyes met hers and he smiled. Blushing, Alyssa smiled back.
There was a moment’s spark between them – and, with that, Matthew started jerking off his impressive erection.
“Action!” Terry snapped, and the cameras started rolling again.
Alyssa settled into her stool to watch.
She felt flushed and squirmy. Her panties were damp and her nipples were painfully hard. She felt sure that Michael would be able to sense what she’d just done immediately, but when her husband looked over at her, he just smiled.
She realized that he probably assumed her state of arousal was due to watching Danielle and her two handsome lovers go at it.
She was almost disappointed.
But those thoughts quickly faded as the action on-camera took precedence.
The scene was picking up from where they’d left off – with a naked Danielle kissing and making out with Tommy; stroking his cock with her slender fingers until it was thick, hard and throbbing once again.
Meanwhile, on the couch, Matthew looked on, stroking his own erection. Alyssa felt a thrill as she realized that he was using her own saliva as lubrication. Her pussy throbbed. She still couldn’t believe she’d done something so naughty!
But then again, it looked like her quick thinking had saved the day. Pulling her lips away from Tommy’s, Danielle turned her head to look at her on-screen ‘boyfriend’ on the couch, and her eyes widened with excitement as she saw his impressive erection.
Matthew saw her looking. Their eyes met. If it was possible, his cock seemed to grow even bigger as they made the connection. And then, grinning, he clambered up from the couch and let his jeans drop around his ankles.
A moment later, he was kicking them aside, and pulling his t-shirt off over his head.
Naked, his thick cock sticking out in front of him, the handsome hipster crossed over and pressed himself against Danielle’s back; hands circling her waist and his hard-on prodding her between the cheeks of her mouth-wateringly perfect ass.
“Mmmmm,” she turned her head and kissed Matthew, as he slid his hands up her body to cup her small, pert breasts.
It was astonishingly sexy – this tall, slender brunette sandwiched between two hot and horny men.
Danielle had her head turned to look over her shoulder, and was kissing Matthew with fiery passion. Meanwhile, Tommy was kissing and nibbling at her exposed throat. While his hands stroked her hips, Matthew’s fingers curled around Danielle’s pink nipples, and pinched them until they were hard and swollen.
And amidst this, Danielle pressed her hips back, to nuzzle her ass against Matthew’s erection; until his hard cock slipped between her cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. She jiggled her butt; making him groan into her open mouth at the stimulation.
And as she ground her ass into Matthew’s crotch, Danielle’s slender fingers continued to stroke Tommy’s huge cock, and with her other hand she pulled down his jeans and boxers until the slipped down around his ankles.
Tommy deftly stepped out of them.
Soon the room was echoing with the sound of wet lips smacking together, and all three of the horny young lovers moaning in arousal.
“C’mon,” with a smack, Danielle pulled her lips from Matthew’s mouth. “Get onto the couch.” And then she placed her small hands in the center of Matthew’s chest and pushed him forcefully backwards.
Laughing, Matthew staggered back and sat down with a ‘flump’ on the couch. Turning to Tommy, Danielle wrapped her slender fingers around his wrist and led him there too; sitting him down next to her other lover.
And then, as the two boys sat side-by-side on the couch, Danielle dropped to her knees in front of them and wrapped the fingers of each hand around each of their straining cocks.
With a wicked smile on her pretty face, Danielle began jerking them both off at the same time. The two hipsters groaned as her fingers expertly stroked their shafts.
* * *
Behind the cameras, Alyssa watched, entranced.
She had butterflies in her stomach, and she could actually feel the wetness between her thighs. She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on in all her life. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to hike up the hem of her skirt and start rubbing herself right then and there.
A quick glance towards Michael revealed that he must have been experiencing the same thing. There was no mistaking the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. Alyssa’s mouth watered as she imagined getting on her knees in front of her husband and giving him a taste of what she’d provided Matthew with earlier.
But that would just have to wait until later.
She turned her attention back towards the threesome unfolding on the couch.
* * *
Danielle leaned forward and opened her mouth.
Matthew’s eyes closed dreamily as he felt his beautiful on-screen girlfriend wrap her lips around his straining cock. A moment later, her tongue started swirling around the head of his cock, and it was clear from the expression on his face that he was struggling not to spurt in her mouth right then and there.
At the same time as Danielle was pleasuring Matthew, she continued stroking Tommy’s cock; and the sexy young man took the opportunity to lean forward and squeeze her gently swinging tits.
“Mmmmm,” with a wet ‘smack’ Danielle lifted her mouth from Matthew’s cock. Saliva was dribbling down her chin. “That feels good.”
And then she moved across, and started sucking Tommy’s cock instead. Her slender fingers jerked off Matthew as she worked; slathering his shaft with her saliva.
She alternated back and forth between the two cocks for long, lingering minutes; lifting her delicious ass to face the camera as she worked, and wiggling it provocatively. Between her cheeks, the lips of her glistening pussy shone; and wetness was dripping down her thighs.
“Fuuck,” eventually, she pulled her mouth off Tommy’s cock. “I need to feel you inside me.” And then she clambered up from her knees, straddled Tommy’s hips and reached down to grasp his cock in her slender fingers.
She positioned his straining shaft at the lips of her glistening pussy, and then lowered herself onto him. She was so wet, he sunk inside her effortlessly.
“Oh, God,” the beautiful brunette threw back her head as she felt herself filled and stretched. “That’s so fucking good.”
Within seconds, Tommy was buried completely inside her, and Danielle began rocking forwards and backwards in his lap. As his big cock moved inside of her, she leaned forward, and began making out with Tommy passionately.
She used one hand to steady herself on the couch. With the other, she stretched out and began to stroke Matthew’s cock.
“Unnngh,” biting her lip, Danielle turned to Matthew and leaned over, kissing him just as passionately as she’d been making out with Tommy. As
she did so, so continued to squirm and grind herself into Tommy’s lap; letting his big cock sink ever-more-deeply inside of her.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, pulling her mouth away from Matthew’s lips. “I’m going to cum.” And she gripped onto Matthew’s shoulders with both hands as she rode Tommy’s straining cock.
Gazing into Matthew’s eyes, Danielle rode herself to orgasm on Tommy’s cock. She grunted, and shuddered, and moaned loudly as she came; and stared hot and passionately into Matthew’s eyes during every convulsion.
Eventually, gasping for breath, she came back down to Earth.
“Wow,” she murmured, flopping across Tommy’s chest. Her pale skin was glistening with sweat.
“C’mon,” Tommy grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled Danielle’s flushed face from his chest. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Chapter Fourteen
Danielle was as placid and malleable as a rag doll, now she’d climaxed.
She let Tommy roll her off of him, and she flopped onto the couch with a giggle. As she did so, Tommy’s rock-hard cock slithered out of her; springing back to erection as it popped free; glistening with her arousal.
Within seconds, Tommy was on his knees on the couch, wrangling Danielle into a similar position. He hefted her pert little rear into the air, and positioned his cock back at the entrance to her well-fucked pussy.
“Oh, God,” Danielle groaned, as she felt him slide back into her from behind.
Matthew adjusted his own position, and when Danielle looked down she realized she was staring at his own hard cock, pointing accusingly towards her open mouth.
“C’mon, baby,” Matthew stroked her hair, and Danielle obediently opened her mouth. A moment later, he was feeding his erection between her lips.
Spit-roasted between the two men, Danielle was rocked back and forth; skewered from behind by Tommy, and then impaled from the front by Matthew – and she was loving it.
“That’s it,” Matthew purred, looking down at Danielle’s face as she eagerly licked and sucked his cock. “Fuck, you look so beautiful doing that.”
And behind her, Tommy was pounding away, gripping Danielle’s hips in his big hands, and stretching her out with powerful thrusts of his big, hard cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Tommy groaned, as his thrusts grew harder and faster. “I’m going to cum.” And, as he said that, he reached up to grab a fistful of Danielle’s long brown hair. Pulling her head back, arching her spine into a ‘C’ shape, he began thrusting even deeper.
Danielle cried a little as her head was wrenched back, and Matthew’s cock sprang from her mouth; flecking her face with saliva. She hung there, head wrenched back, with her mouth open and her eyes wide; watching Matthew stroke himself just inches from her face.
“Oh, God,” Danielle cried, as the wet ‘smack, smack, smack’ of Tommy’s hips against her ass reverbarrated around the room. “Oh, God, I think I’m going to cum again.”
And she did. The thickness and length of Tommy’s cock was perfectly aligned with her g-spot; and each thrust of the skinny hipster’s hips was like a big, fat finger pressing a button marked ‘orgasm.’
Groaning and gasping, she squeezed shut her eyes and surrendered to a second wave of pleasure; one that washed over her and left her wet and trembling.
Even as she shuddered in orgasm, Tommy pulled his straining cock from her pussy, and pushed her head-first into the couch pillows. He clambered up onto the couch, crouching over Danielle’s upturned ass. Then, with a groan, he began jerking off his cock; and it spurted thick ropes of glistening cum across her pale skin.
“Oh, fuuuck,” Danielle groaned, nearly climaxing a third time as she was painted in his warm, wet sperm. “That’s it. Cum on me, baby. Cum all over my ass.”
And Tommy did; spurt after spurt, until finally his balls were empty and Danielle’s beautiful body was glistening with cum – glazed like an oven-fresh donut.
Tommy paused for a moment, allowing Terry to step in close and get a close-up of the messy aftermath. Then he flopped, exhausted, onto the couch.
Grinning, the handsome hipster watched as Matthew took his place.
“Come on, honey,” Matthew helped Danielle sit up (and Alyssa cringed; suddenly realizing she was smearing cum all over the rented couch.)
He pushed her back, and slid between her open thighs. Danielle’s pussy was glistening and eager to accept his swollen cock.
“Aaaaah,” Danielle gasped, as she locked eyes with Matthew. Gazing into each other’s eyes, Matthew sunk himself inch-by-inch into Danielle’s well-fucked pussy, and then leaned forward to kiss her as they began fucking.
* * *
Alyssa watched, intoxicated.
This was different, she realized.
Tommy had pounded her, and Danielle had cum like a porn star on his big, thick dick. It had been classic porn sex; albeit with better looking stars and filmed with cinematic quality.
But this? Danielle and Matthew on the couch?
This was different.
Danielle was curling her slender legs around Matthew’s hips, and gazing into his eyes as they fucked. Except it wasn’t even fucking – it was more ‘making love.’
Not that it wasn’t hot – it was just so much more tender and real than Danielle’s coupling with Tommy had been.
Matthew and Danielle made out, lips pressed against each other. Matthew’s hands stroked her hair, and cupped her breasts. His hips ground against hers; until she squirmed and groaned with pleasure. His pubic bone was rubbing against her clitoris perfectly.
“I don’t believe it,” she groaned, never taking her eyes from Matthew’s. “I think I’m going to… Oh, God, yes… Cum again.”
“I-I’m going to cum too,” Matthew groaned, and then kissed her.
“Mmmmph,” muffled by his mouth on hers, Danielle clawed her fingernails into Matthew’s back. “Oh, God, yes,” she groaned, tearing her mouth from his. “Please. Please, cum inside me.”
At that, Terry looked up from his camera, and shared a confused glance with Dave. Nobody had really discussed it before hand, but the assumption was that Matthew would cum on her; just like pornographic tradition dictated.
And, as a matter of fact, just like Tommy had done just moments before.
But the on-screen action was so intense, and so erotic, that Terry just gave Dave a nod and they continued filming.
In front of the cameras, the couch began to creak as Matthew thrust a little faster, and a little deeper.
“Oh God,” Danielle cried, biting her lip. “I’m cumming…” And Matthew looked into her eyes and murmured: “Me too.”
And then they did.
Groaning hotly into each other’s mouths, the two lovers climaxed at the same time.
Danielle’s whole body shuddered, and she clung desperately to Matthew to ride out the waves of pleasure. Matthew sunk his cock as deeply into Danielle’s eager pussy as he could, and his ass clenched as his cock spurted deep inside of her.
“Huuungh,” sinking her teeth into his shoulder, Danielle experienced another mini-climax at the sensation of being filled with hot, thick wetness. “Oh, God…”
For lingering moments, the two of them clung to each other, oblivious to the rest of the world. Then, slowly, as their orgasms subsided, they collapsed into each other’s arms.
Danielle was panting, stroking Matthew’s hair.
Matthew whispered into her ear: “I love you.”
Danielle’s eyes widened as she heard that.
Chapter Fifteen
Sitting behind the cameras, Alyssa’s eyes widened when she heard that too.
Had Matthew just confessed his feelings to Danielle?
Alyssa was already squirming with arousal, but she almost had an emotional orgasm at the thought of Matthew telling Danielle how he felt. That was so sweet!
But apparently only Danielle and Alyssa had actually caught wind of the declaration.
The rest of them – Terry, Dave and Michael
– were being typical men, and were more interested in the practical aspects of the coupling.
As Matthew and Danielle kissed again, the handsome hipster lifted himself up and out from between her splayed thighs. As he did so, his cock slithered from her pussy – and Terry wasted no time in getting a close-up.
Danielle’s pussy was pink and glistening, and as Matthew’s cock left it, a deluge of cum ran from inside of her onto the couch cushions.
Terry got a close-up. Alyssa could almost read his mind. This was what porn called a ‘creampie.’
After getting a close-up of the messy climax, Terry let Dave film the final scenes; of Danielle and Matthew hugging, and Tommy stepping in for a high-five.
“…and cut.”
Terry switched off his camera.
“Phew, guys,” he grinned, running a hand through his greying hair. “That was hot.” He stepped over to Danielle and rather awkwardly hugged the naked, sweaty girl. “That was your best scene yet, baby.”
“T-thanks,” she stammered, looking to Alyssa for a blanket or towel. Slipping off the stool, Alyssa offered her a robe.
“Thanks,” she mouthed, and then turned to Matthew. “Hey, Matthew?” She stepped in closer. “I think we need to talk.”
Matthew’s face turned pale.
“Let me get my pants on,” he said.
* * *
The rest of the day’s work wasn’t quite as sexy.
Michael helped Dave and Terry pack up the camera equipment. Tommy rolled a joint and smoked it on the porch. After pulling on his pants and t-shirt, Matthew followed Danielle out into the garden and the two of them spent the next twenty minutes sitting on a bench, well out of ear-shot, talking to each other.
And Alyssa?
She had to scrub cum out of the couch.
It occurred to her, as she scrubbed the jizz from two men out of the expensive throw pillows, that perhaps making pornography wasn’t always as glamorous as she’d expected.
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