"For some reason," began Frank Edwards tilting his beer glass to his lips and thinking of Stephan's voluptuous blonde wife, "I don't think your wife likes me."
"Aw, come on, Frank," assuaged Stephan, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she's, shall I say, 'awed' by you."
"Awed?" asked Frank quizzically.
"Yeah, that's it. There's a mystique about movie people, you know, especially film directors, and I guess she just feels uncomfortable because of…"
"Because I make films of naked women's tits and asses, you mean," added Frank with a note of finality.
Resting his elbows on the patio table, Stephan nodded his head and then drained his glass.
Frank flashed a glance in the direction of Bunny, the white-haired actress who now sat on the edge of the swimming pool, dangling her lithe tanned legs in the blue sparkle of water, her huge tits straining at the thin covering of her bikini top. With a look of confidentiality, Frank leaned forward. "You know what you ought to do, Stephan?"
Stephan leaned closer with a subtle movement, barely detected; there was something about taking advice from a younger brother that bordered on humility. "What?"
"You oughta use my new Polaroid instant movie camera and take some good films of Gillian…"
"What do you mean? We've got a lot of family pictures!"
"No, no." Frank shook his head smiling. "I don't mean family movies, I mean fun movies. You know…" Frank narrowed his eyes, a wicked little glint sparkling in them.
Stephen leaned back in his patio chair, trying to assume the attitude of a calm, relaxed, and satisfied husband, but a shudder of excitement shot through him and he felt his cock jerk as he fixed his eyes on the figure of the bikini-clad actress at the edge of the pool, stretching out her ripe young body to catch the first rays of sunshine. He tried to imagine how she would look naked, posing lewdly for his brother.
Would she giggle and run her own finger lewdly around her huge titties to get them all hard and puckery? Would she undress in front of him with slow, cock-teasing movements, or would she prefer the privacy of a dressing room to strip down for the fuck-film she was about to make?
"Cameras," Stephan shook his head. "I don't know beans about cameras.
Christ, I'm lucky if I can get both feet and the head in the picture."
He chuckled to himself, but it was a chuckle of curiosity, reflected in his probing gaze fixed on the sunglass-rimmed orbs of his brother. Then Stephan leaned forward again, his body language speaking for him.
"Listen, Bunny and I just came back from doing a fuck-film for some dude in Manhattan. Got all my camera equipment with me in the trunk of the car. Be back in a flash."
Stephan watched the erect figure of his brother disappear around the corner of the house and heard the creaking of a car trunk opening. With his back resting against the chair and his hands folded in his lap, the successful young executive drifted off into reveries of what it would be like to be a movie director. Secretly, he'd always envied his younger brother for his artistic flair and his ability to direct action. On rare occasions he'd seen him at work in the studio and was amazed at how the young man could stimulate actresses into expression, often by getting into the poses himself, and, through encouragement and lewd, obscene comments, put the actresses completely at ease to bring out the sensuality of their body movements. How a married man gets away with it, I'll never know, he sighed. Stephan heard the thud of the car trunk closing and in seconds his brother returned, a camera and monitor in his arms.
The metal chair legs of the wrought-iron lawn furniture scraped against the cement as Frank set the film equipment on the table and pulled his chair up.
"This is the newest Polaroid camera. It's the simplest thing in the world to use, like using regular super 8 film. All you have to do is put the cartridge in, aim and take the film! In sixty seconds your film has developed in the cartridge, then you just drop it in the viewer."
He demonstrated with a quick pass of the yard and his brother finishing his beer. Sixty seconds later an awed Stephan sat grinning at the clear moving images of the yard and himself drinking from his beer mug.
"Jesus! I'm going to have to get one. This is great!"
"And here's the tripod and the timer," explained Frank. "It allows you to be in your own films." He held it up and showed how it operated.
"See, you set this thing for up to fifteen seconds, then get in range and the camera films your picture. Then, one minute later, you have your movie automatically."
Christ, thought the older brother, I wonder if Gillian would let me take pictures of us fucking. Maybe if I ease her into it. I'd sure like to ask Frank for pointers on how he gets all these women to strip for him, but I'm the older brother. I'm supposed to be the one with all the answers.
"I don't use this movie camera for anything except fun-you know, in the studio when I want some film for my own, you know some real hot chick really getting a fucking. Keep it over the weekend and see if you like it." He jabbed his brother with a pointed elbow, "See what goodies you can add to the family movies."
Stephan's eyes narrowed, not certain of what his brother was suggesting.
"Use the movie camera in the bedroom!" the movie director said and then started to laugh. "Get some real nice candid shots of the ol' lady's tits and ass."
"What?" Stephan feigned surprise.
"You mean you didn't think of the possibilities?" was the reply.
"That's the beauty of this instant movie camera. You don't have to take the film in to be processed if you want a shot of a few naked tits, it's all your own business." He nudged Stephan with his elbow again and winked. "See what I mean?"
Stephan could feel his face redden. Sure, he knew what his brother was talking about; he wasn't stupid! But he knew Gillian would never consent to be photographed naked, like she was some centerfold in a man's magazine!
"I know what you're thinking, Stephan and believe me, once Gillian gets into it, she'll be the one to get off the most. I've seen it happen a million times! Christ, I ought to know! Women love having males stare at their naked tits and cunts. God, once they get over the initial embarrassment, nothing, and I mean nothing holds them back. Gillian'll get so hot she'll be beggin' for you to fuck her pussy…and film movies at the same time."
Frank's lewd implications burned his brain and he was suddenly ashamed of himself for ever thinking of asking his wife to pose nude for him.
He liked screwing, loved fucking his wife's hot little pussy…but there was a limit. Some things had to be kept private. Yet his emotions were ambivalent. The high principled resolve not to hurt his wife's strict sense of modesty was suddenly enshrouded by an exciting little curiosity. Maybe…just maybe, his brother was right.
Although the Edwards were a happily married couple whose respect for each other had sometimes become almost stifling, a fact that he was just beginning to admit to himself, their physical relationship did need a shot in the arm. Maybe this camera would be the magic potion that would accomplish it.
"Got to go now," Frank interrupted his brother's thoughts. "Taffy and I are going to a party in the village tonight. Gonna be a real swingin' party."
Gillian came home a few hours later, thankful that Frank's car was no longer in the driveway. With her blonde hair washed, conditioned, and curled, Gillian emerged from the car beaming, knowing her husband would be well pleased with her appearance and the new dress she had bought that boldly revealed her lusty billowing tits.
Stephan was standing at the bar, fixing himself another drink when his wife walked proudly into the house, her loosely curled blonde hair resting sensuously on the fullness of her scantily covered tits.
"Hey! What have we here?" he beamed, taking a sip of his scotch and water and retreating to the bar to mix one for his sexy-looking wife who stood anxiously awaiting his compliments.
"Like it?" she asked haughtily, turning in half-circles to let him feast his eyes on the backless cotton dress that clung softly to the full curves of her ass and titties.
"You're a natural model, you know that?" He handed her a drink and stepped back to admire his wife. Goddamn, but she looks sexy with that deep tan and her blonde hair framing her face and falling down across her titties. A strange tingling in his cock began again and a slight jerk told him that he was getting excited.
God! I'd love to take a film of her taking off…stop it, he told himself…but still his brother's lewd seed of a suggestion whirled in Stephan's mind, gathered momentum, and when he looked at his wife seated on the couch with her legs crossed delicately at the ankles, he couldn't help but mentally strip her of her clothes and see her as if she were in a film.
"Did you have a good visit with that brother of yours?" asked Gillian with an air of defiance.
"Hey, come on," urged Stephan, well accustomed to his wife's berating regarding his younger sibling. "I wish you'd get to know Frank better …give him a chance, you know?" He sat down in the nearest chair, his open shirt revealing the dark curls covering his chest.
"I don't know how Taffy puts up with him." Gillian shook her finger in mock accusation at her husband. "If you ever started taking pictures or movies of, of naked women, I'd ask for a divorce in seconds. Running around with actresses all day and all night. What kind of a marriage is that, anyway?" Her ice cubes rattled in her empty glass, and politely, Stephan rose to fill it and then padding across the wall-to-wall carpeting to where his blonde wife sat, handed her a refill, saying,
"Now darling you know better than that." Those words had become a ritual in discussions about Frank.
"Look here, Gillian." He strolled over to the living room table and picked up the instant Polaroid movie camera. "Frank left this for me to try out. Take pictures and you don't have to have them developed…"
"I know, Stephan," interrupted his wife, "I've seen the ad on television."
Stephan was beginning to feel the effects of the last two scotches he'd downed and his head was spinning with lustful dreams of his wife nude and voluptuous on the bed, standing on the bedroom rug, stretched out on the couch with her full, whitely billowing titties taut in their nakedness and the soft golden hair of her cunt glistening in the lamplight. Quickly he finished his drink to try to steady his nerves, and mentally berated himself for such lascivious thoughts.
Besides, he knew damned well that if he ever dared to suggest that he take films of her naked tits and pussy, his wife would be righteously angry. Still the images came back to goad him on. He groaned silently, feeling his prick suddenly begin to ache with anticipatory excitement.
"Would you like me to take a movie of you, Stephan?" Gillian was on her feet approaching her husband who stood with the movie camera preciously cradled in his hands, a faraway look glazing his eyes.
With a wide smile, she took it from his hands and with the smiling command: "Say cheese," bent her knees slightly, just enough to zoom in on his face without cutting off his wisps of curly hair and shot a few frames. They took turns then, taking movies of each other's face between drinks of scotch and water until they'd exhausted their imaginations and n's were suspiciously deleted from words and s's sounded more like drawled-out z's.
"Let's fool around with the movie camera some more," suggested the husband, a pulsing hardness in his cock now. He grinned at her, realizing that the liquor had gotten to him, too. "You know, just a couple of feet to put in our collection of home movies."
"All right," she said, going to the window overlooking the tree-lined street and pulling the off-white drapes closed, shutting out the reddish glow of the setting sun that was gradually sliding towards the misty-colored hills on the horizon. Gillian came back over and sat down on the couch. She crossed her legs and then placed her hands on her knees.
"Right!" Stephan quickly shot a few innocent frames, but his mind was on the ones he really wanted to take, where she would be lewdly naked, her tits and ass in the air.
"How about moving your skirt up a little now?" he suggested casually.
"Let's try a little funny cheesecake."
"You're starting to sound like your brother now," she giggled, throwing back her head-a shot that Stephan didn't miss. "My…you should have been an actress, darling. Missed your calling." The film whirled again.
With a merry glow in her eyes, the young blonde inched her skirt up her thigh towards her pussy, just enough to reveal her smooth, round knees.
"Do you think that will look all right?"
Stephan waved his hand as if to shrug off the worry. "Nobody's gonna see these but us anyway, baby. Go on, pull it up a little higher."
"All right, if you want," his pretty young wife replied, and bunched the material in the folds of her waist.
I can tell he's been under the influence of that brother of his, she thought silently. But I'd never have the courage to do this if it wasn't for the three scotches and water I've consumed in the past hour.
Although the beautiful young woman did not want to admit it, alcohol did seem to loosen her strict moral code…perhaps dangerously? No, there wasn't anything to worry about. If her own husband wanted a picture of her like this, skirt tucked lewdly around her waist exposing her long white thighs and the dark shadow of her pussy beneath her panties, then why not?
"Promise me you won't show any of these to your brother. I don't want him getting any idea that we approve of what he does."
"Never," he promised. He held his breath and took a few more seconds of film. Then one minute later he sat down with her and put the developed cartridge in the viewer and showed her the film. He found himself breathing a little more heavily as he admired the smooth, firm swell of her naked thighs as she sat almost nude from the hips down. The aching built steadily in his cock; he quickly rose from the couch, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge.
"Look, let's take some more, these things are really great," laughed Stephan who suddenly had an idea. "Lie back and put your legs slowly up on the couch. That's it," he encouraged as he started the movie camera.
"Now lean back and arch your back so that your titties stand out nice and big…"
She obeyed and Stephan kept shooting as she assumed a sexy pose.
"There! That's it! Yes!"
Stephan stopped shooting and emptied the last of his melting ice into his dry throat, while he waited for the film to develop. Gillian was doing much more than he expected. He couldn't wait to see just how far she would go. A minute later he flipped the film into the viewer. "Hot damn!" he said, chokingly under his breath. "That's fantastic! Maybe I could sell it to one of those shops, you know the quarter-a-peek ones!"
He loved to tease Gillian; she blushed so easily.
"Let me see," demanded Gillian, and he rewound the film and turned the viewer towards her. She gasped, never before having seen herself so provocatively posed, so, so…sexy! Crimson crept up from her huge tits and neck and enflamed her cheeks. "Stephan!" she gasped, but her eyes refused to leave the image of her lewd pose. She was stretched out on the sofa, her firm, ripely quivering tits straining against the thin fabric of her sundress, her nipples evident under the thin fabric… her lips glistening wetly where she had moistened them with her tongue seconds earlier…her suntanned legs and thighs were exposed in all their dark silkiness and there, beneath her skirt, shadowed and mysterious, the dark triangle of her pussy arched as if it was just waiting to be fucked.
"Stephan, that's…that's almost obscene!"
"I've got another in mind. This time get down on the carpet."
"What?" she interrupted.
"Down on the carpet," Stephan commanded hoarsely. "This time lie down and lean forward." He made a quick trip to the bar to refill his glass, allowing Gillian time to get into position. "I want to see your big tan tits this time," he blurted in his excitement.
"Stephan! What would your mother say?" Yet, in spite of her initial resistance, she did as he bid. For some unexplainable reason she was caught up in a strangely mounting fever. A small, irrational tingling started growing in her loins and inner thighs, and she could tell her little cunt was beginning to respond to these lewd poses too. Already she could feel the excited hot wetness of her pussy juices.
No! she thought, this is a wrong thing to be doing! But when she looked up at the excited face of her husband, and then dropped her eyes to the huge bulge evident in his thin summer pants, her pussy grew hotter than before. He's enjoying this, she concluded. God, he's just like his brother, but if it's getting him excited I guess it's all right. Maybe that's what's making me feel all fluttery inside, too. I know it's not these obscene films that's making me feel so hot. But I'm happy that Stephan wants to fuck me so badly. Usually he just drinks his scotch and falls asleep watching television, but if this keeps him interested in me, then it's fine with me.
Moving so as not to muss her hair, Gillian lay down on the thick carpeting of the living room, leaning forward so that the full expanse of her hugely billowing tits was in full view. With the soft pile of the thick carpeting brushing her naked calves and thighs-she seldom wore stockings except on the most formal occasions-Gillian realized that she was becoming even more excited and that her nipples were rising into tantalizing hardness, pressing against the very edge of her dress. Stop! her mind raged. This just isn't right! she moaned to herself. Hurry, Stephan, hurry up and get this over with!
Stephan was on his knees, focusing the movie camera on the prostrate figure of his wife. "Wait a minute!" the aroused husband said. "Let's make it a little more interesting." He put down the camera on the end table and bent over his hotly trembling wife. He fingered the straps of her sundress, the electric contact as he brushed against her skin making her gasp. "Let's see more of those beautiful titties!"
This was it! Gillian's eyes clearly showed her anger. But she had to make a choice: either go along with Stephan's stupid obscene little games or say "no" as her sense of decency was crying at her. It was so rare that Stephan showed such intense interest in her body, that she didn't want to lose that moment. Who could predict when it would hit again?
Bending over her, he couldn't help but run his tongue over the length of her nakedly exposed neck to the tanned cleavage of her tits. Gillian jumped with alarm.
"What's the matter with you?" he charged. "You get angry when I don't pay any attention to you and when I do you get pissed!" The alcohol and the cock-bursting fever of seeing the films all had now combined to make him lose control in bitter, unweighed words.
"What do you mean?" she asked with a pout of her sultry red mouth. "I'm not some cunt you can fuck around with when you feel like it."
"Well it's a damn good thing you're not an actress because Frank would never put up with this shit!"
That did it! Frank's name was the magic word! "Okay, Stephan, I'll show you what kind of action I can do." And to prove her point, she unbuttoned the top buttons of her low-cut sundress, allowing her hugely billowing tits to spill out, her already hardened nipples grazing the soft pile of the carpet and adding to heated lust. She could hear Stephan's deep breathing as he gazed down with feasting eyes on the tender, uncovered nipples of her tanned tits. He gulped hard and then picked up the movie camera and began filming.
"That's it," she sighed, bracing her arms on the floor and rising to her knees. She stuffed her hugely swaying tits back into the modest confines of her sundress, and giving her hair one final primp of the hand, rose to her feet, and smoothed out her dress.
"Just a little more, please? There's only a few feet of film left." His deep blue eyes begging for her, how could she refuse?
"What do you want me to do this time? Stand on my head?" she laughed, teasing.
"Back on the sofa," he said as he took a movie of her getting onto the couch and spreading her legs lewdly. He angled the movie camera so that most of the movie would be of her delicious tits and panties, making sure that the soft curls of pussy hairs which managed to peek out from under the legbands of her bikini panties were in focus.
"A drink for my lady," he smiled, offering her another scotch and water, then bending down to kiss her lovingly on the forehead. Sixty seconds later, he was staring at the image of his wife, the flimsy white bikini panties she wore a teasing cover to the sweet, tempting cunthole, and the huge sensuous tits all but fully exposed, as if ready to break loose from the sundress. "My God!" he whistled, and his mouth watered.
Thank God this is over with, Gillian sighed to herself, taking a greatly needed sip of her pungent scotch. Now he's had his fun. He'll probably put those stupid films under his pillow to sleep on. She glared up at him shuffling through his private collection of lewd movies and watched as his bulge gave a final jerk of prurient appreciation. Silently sipping her drink, the recognition of her own lustful behavior flooded in on her and suddenly she felt cheap and whorish, as cheap and whorish as Frank's actresses who posed naked and fucked for him for no price other than their own obscene pleasure. She had let her husband do his will with her, and worse, she had become as excited as he had. True, it wasn't because of the pictures-that she adamantly refused to admit-but only because seeing her husband wanting to fuck her so much made her pussy hot.
"Stephan!" she called. Only the sound of the dripping kitchen faucet answered her. Where had he gone?
She called again and this time the handsome figure of her dark-haired husband dressed in the long bathrobe she'd given him for his birthday, emerged from the hallway. Gillian could tell he'd combed his hair, and he had shaved too; she could smell the sweet scent of the aftershave lotion that he predictably wore when feeling particularly amorous.
"You're going to miss your favorite television show," she chided as he sat cross-legged down on the sofa beside her. One look in his glazed eyes and the young woman knew what was about to happen. She glanced down to notice his bare, hairy legs. Secretly, she smiled to herself.
It was flattering having a husband who was still excited by his wife.
"Stephan, I love you," she mewled, kissing him on the cheek flirtatiously. "Even if you do like taking dirty movies of me."
"Mmmmmmmm!" he answered as he unbuttoned the sundress, letting it fall away from her chest. He roamed his hands over her, playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples into vibrating firmness. He had never stopped marveling at her beauty, the wide-eyed, almost shy way she came to him, as though she was a virgin every time her screwed her, as though he was the only man who could arouse her to where her passion overcame her "first time" reluctance. And he was the only man!
She looked over to the viewer on the table. One of the filthy movies they had taken was on the screen. She gasped, cringing down on the sofa cushions as she watched it. "Put those movies away. I'm tired of looking at myself."
Stephan only grinned lewdly at her, his face a mask of desire. "Why?
They're only of you, my sweet. Here, see this one?" He took the cartridge out and put another one in the viewer. "This is my favorite."
Again she saw the image of herself smiling provocatively, walking towards the couch and lying down on it, her throbbing tits rich and full, her skirt high and legs spread lewdly exposing her soft white panties and a few strands of softly escaping pussy curls.
"Please! Stephan, please put them away. Better yet, throw them away!"
She looked down at her naked tits spilling from her sundress and noticed that her nipples were hard with desire. Could it be that these movies excited her? Was she so low as to allow these awful, disgusting pictures to turn her on?
There was no denying it, she was excited! And strangely, by those damnable pictures.
The force of the realization was crippling; a blow like a tornado, filling her mind with a lurid feeling of degradation and shame. Her eyes filled with hot tears of self-abasement, and in agony, she grabbed the cartridge from the viewer and hurled it across the room! Better to have done with it! She wouldn't admit her arousal, not to herself, and especially not to her husband. What would a man think of his sweet, loving wife, then? Terrible things! She gripped Stephan's heaving, naked chest, afraid he would cast her aside as some whore, some defiled harlot, sick of mind and body, if he knew what the film had done to the racing fires in her pussy.
Her husband answered her silent pleas by slipping each of her arms out of her sundress, leaving her tits and belly naked. His hand moved to her left tit and then began to slide, slowly and deliberately, down across her nakedly trembling belly. Squirming under his searing touch, Gillian drew her legs up to impede his progress toward the soft, sparsely curling hair of her cunt. But she couldn't resist the sensual salaciousness of his caress, despite her aching, tortured heart.
Another lewd thrill of desire surged through the aroused young wife, and in her present state, under the influence of alcohol, it seemed that eons of time passed during which she savored every variety of lewd pleasure as his hand passed slowly over her naked body.
Maybe if I let him fuck my pussy he won't think that I'm no better than a shameless whore, she reasoned to herself. God, please don't let him know why I want his cock!
His hand snaked along the coffee table to finger the smooth plastic edges of one of the film cartridges. His fingers felt the polished edge and even though he couldn't view it, he knew now from memory what it contained, and his cock jerked painfully at the thought. As he had done many times in the past when aroused to such a point, he dismissed what he knew was her natural aversion to such an act, and groaned to his wife: "Gillian, please, please, suck my cock."
He crawled up on her body, straddling her with his knees, his huge prick jutting out from under the heavy bathrobe. It was almost to her ruby lips now; all she had to do was bend her face a few inches and her mouth would be closing over the sensitive, throbbing cock.
A shudder passed through Gillian. Back to this game again, moaned Stephan to himself. Maybe if I really get her going she'll finally consent to suck my prick. After three years you'd think she'd soften to the idea.
He reached down, grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her hips, exposing her panty-covered cunt to his gaze. In one swift movement the panties and the dress lay in a lewd puddle on the floor.
Swiftly then, he slid them both from the sofa to the floor, keeping a firm hold of the smoothly curved asscheeks of his wife. He sat back on his heels and brought his face close up to her soft, curl-rimmed cunt, and then shot out his tongue to slide it into her pussy, pressuring the hot tip inward to part the fleshy outer lips and find the tiny erect nipple of her clit.
Wild flames of desire consumed her openly spread cunt as he fucked his tongue into her pussy, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped Gillian's lips. She stared downward to where his face was buried eagerly in the soft blonde curls of her pussy and felt lewd searing sensations race through her cunt, not understanding how it was that her pussy had gotten so hot!
She was alive, suddenly, with sensation, her whole body suffused with the tingling warmth of the promises of cumming overriding all other rational thoughts. Her whole body was inflamed with desire, with a wanton craving for fulfillment! Never had she known such intensity, as the ravaging tongue of her husband brought her to a full, cuntsplitting cum!
Oh, God, her mind screamed back at her writhing body, it's all because of those damned movies! She closed her eyes tightly, and the lewd image of herself lying on the floor with her huge tits spilling out of her dress came into agonizing focus.
She could feel the hotly wet flicking of his tongue and the grasping, smoothing, and massaging of his strong hands as they caressed her asscheeks, hips, and thighs. She was hot with desire! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted him to drive his cock deep into her pussy; it no longer mattered what had kindled that fire in her cunt. All she could think of was quenching the fire.
Quiveringly, her hands moved up to cradle either side of his head, pressing his face in close to her trembling loins, unconsciously giving him her encouragement to continue the wild tongue-fucking. She relaxed the tension in her leg muscles, allowing her thighs to spread open submissively as she moved her feet farther apart, lifting one leg to rest her foot up on the sofa, and tipped her pelvis with the flexing of her hips to begin a tiny countering movement to her husband's hungrily fucking tongue. It was a new position for them, a couple who was accustomed to screwing only in the bedroom, and she moaned softly, the building ecstasy in her cunt almost too much to bear.
Abruptly, Stephan lifted them both to their feet and wrapped his arms around her. The next moment, Gillian felt herself being crushed against his hard chest, her naked tits mashed between their bodies, while the thick length of his throbbing cock pressed into her belly. Gillian's arms encircled him, her hands moving up and down his back, her face tilting up for his kiss. His lips sought hers, found them, and welded themselves to her half-open mouth.
Suddenly, the half-drunk woman felt as though her legs could no longer support her; they were giving away under her! A hand went out to the edge of the sofa to keep her from falling as a wave of dizziness overcame her.
Stephan eased her back on the couch, then began hastily to strip his single article of clothing from his anxious body. As he stood tall above her, he marveled at the perfection of her lush nakedness, his eyes taking in every detail of her voluptuous beauty.
Gillian writhed on the couch in an agony of need as her husband stripped naked before her, throwing his bathrobe on the floor beside him to join her discarded panties and dress. She looked up at him, lithe, lean, and muscular, his cock standing out in virile erection.
Oh, but it's so huge! she marveled. I love it when his prick gets so huge! A twinge of excitement burned in her cunt as she thought of how it would feel when he finally fucked that big thing deep into her pussy.
He noted the intent direction of her gaze and smiled down at her.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll get you so hot you'll rape me before I finally fuck you!"
Gillian loved it when he said dirty things before he screwed her.
"Oh Stephan…oh, my Stephan…" she murmured mindlessly, flailing her head back and forth on the couch, not caring about her freshly coiffured hair.
He put her down on the carpet again where he lay beside her, his lips on hers, their tongues intertwining, probing each other, as his free hand caressed her tits, belly, thighs, and cunt. Finally, his hand went down between her legs and covered the whole of her steaming pussy, gently massaging the hot, wet flesh. Her pelvis moved in tiny churning circles under his hand, and he knew that she was hot…would remain so until she finally exploded into cum. Christ! He was so hot himself, he wasn't sure that he could hold off fucking her much longer! He had to get his cock in her little cunt soon and screw her good!
Shifting his position, he moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them obscenely as he gazed hungrily down at her tempting nakedness, the coraline flesh of her cunt-split glistening wetly in the dim light of the setting sun.
She felt his middle finger gracing the thin furrow of her exposed cunt, and she squirmed involuntarily beneath the salacious probing. Moaning aloud in an emotional agony of hot desire as the electric shock of his teasing finger rippled along the flesh of her inner thighs, she squirmed her ass down into the soft, fluffy carpet.
Then, oh, then-oh, God-he slowly inserted his finger, probing it deep into her yearning cunthole, fucking it in and out for several slow, maddening strokes before he began to churn it around and around just inside the tiny pulsating mouth of her seeping pussy.
The intrusion was rapidly replaced by intense sensations of pleasure as her husband finger-fucked her in and out, around and around. She lay there moaning, writhing hotly on the floor, her husband gloating over her nakedly, aroused body.
Jesus, I wish she'd give me head, he thought to himself. Three years and she's never done it yet. I thought maybe when I had my tongue in her pussy she'd finally give it. Guess it takes longer for some.
"I don't want you to stop, Stephan. It's sooooo goooood!"
She was reacting with vigor now to counter the finger-fucking of her wide-stretched cunt, her hips moving uncontrollably in wild gyrations under him, moving, it seemed, of their own volition in an instinctive dance around his deeply probing fingers. And this was only a preview of what was to come, when her husband would finally put his throbbing cock in her cunt and actually fuck her!
A wave of disappointment washed through Gillian a moment later when she felt the cold rush of air as he took his hand from her hungrily squirming pussy. But then she raised her head and looked down between her ecstatically pulsing tits and saw her loving husband leaning forward, his face between her open thighs. He was going to suck and lick her cunt some more! God! She was becoming depraved and it was all because of those damned movies! Three times now she had silently shouted in her mind: Fuck! Cock! Cunt! Oh, God! What's happening to me?
Letting my husband take dirty movies of me…I'm being coarse, crass, and crude. Thinking thoughts I'd never thought myself capable of.
Between his hotly aroused wife's legs, Stephan gazed hungrily at the narrow pink oval, fringed so delicately with soft blonde pussy hairs, where droplets of cunt juices glistened like dew on the gently pulsating petals of her inner cuntlips. He was pleased to see how hot she had become. Using his thumbs then, he slowly parted the fleshy outer lips to reveal the coral depths of her pussy mouth, and he saw that the soft, curl-rimmed edges of her cuntlips were swollen in desire to be fucked more than ever before.
He drew her cuntlips a little farther apart, laying the wet, hairfringed flesh wide open to his lustful gaze. "Gillian you've got the little sweetest cunt I've ever imagined! You've just got to suck my cock while I lick it!"
Gillian froze. Oh God! her mind reeled. I can't. And then she mouthed those words, groaning them out. "I'm not ready for that yet, darling.
Please give me time…"
"Okay," her understanding husband said from below. "Some other time when you're ready for it."
"Do you hate me for it?" she said in a softly spoken voice.
"Of course not, honey," He sounded convincing.
With a sigh of relief, Gillian gazed back at him through passion-glazed eyes. She felt herself lift her pelvis up, offering her nakedly spread cunt to him to do with as he would. And it was involuntary, uncontrolled, instinctive. She was a woman on the brink of a mindblowing cum, a woman who needed to be filled and fulfilled, to be fucked until she exploded into a wildly screaming cum!
She felt the soft wisps of his breath graze her secret, sensitive flesh. She moaned aloud, still looking down between her tits and across the flatness of her quivering belly to the softly curling mound of her naked pussy. She saw her husband lower his head, his face disappearing into the wetness of her cunt and nuzzling in against the wetly quivering flesh, and she felt the full length of his tongue slither deep up into her more-than-ready pussy.
Her body responded automatically, convulsively, to the thrilling electric sensation, lurching up to him, then grinding back and down into the softness of the deep-pile rug to escape the intense, galvanic shock of desire that seemed momentarily more than her overloaded nerves could bear. But the next instant, her hips were flexing to raise her seething cunt to him once again. Unbidden, her throat gave voice to her utter commitment, her total physical and mental surrender to the lewd rapture that encompassed her and held her captive. There was no reprieve, except through cumming!
Her stomach churned and she wailed now in submission as her husband's tongue slithered in and out, fucking her cunt with wild, animallike fury. She herself was nothing but an animal, an animal in heat that had to be fucked and fucked good.
She screamed as she felt her pussy flood with her warm love juices that gushed into her husband's hungrily laving mouth.
Blindly, she entangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face gently, yet firmly, close, slowly closer up into her wildly thrashing loins. Her head flailed from side to side.
"Oh, baby," Gillian finally managed to moan. "Darling, Stephan, I need you inside of me, so bad."
"Yes…yes," he heard himself say. He drew her closer to him, moving one hand down to encase the soft, smooth curves of her asscheeks. She glued her mouth to his, fucking her pink tongue in and out and along his teeth, and then brazenly moved her hand down to grasp his cock. Her cool contact made Stephan quiver and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. Gillian could taste her own cunt juice on his breath and it added to her excitement. She strained the full length of her body, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and poised his cock against the snug little mouth of her hungrily gushing cunt, the thin, hairlined lips relaxing and seeping with her love juices and his saliva, begging for him to fuck it.
There, Stephan, right now! Now!
He lunged his hips, thrusting heavily as he fucked into her waiting pussy, feeling her fevered, pulsating cunt greedily clasp his cock and absorb it. She wanted all of it fucking deep up inside her tonight, and Stephan was amazed that in spite of her rejection of the lewd movietaking, she seemed almost wanton, almost completely lost in the world of sexual abandonment…he couldn't understand her, but didn't try to, not with her pussy pushed forward until the head of his cock was pressed hard up into the depths of her. She held him tightly, not only with her clasping, smoothly sliding cunt, but with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender ankles tight around his heavily driving hips. He increased his own tempo, fucking into his wife with almost maniacal fury. Oh, God! He wasn't going to be able to last long tonight! Sometimes he would softly and slowly fuck her for hours on end, but not now, not at this rampaging, furious pitch! He was going to cum soon! "Ooooooooh, Stephan! Your cock feels so good! So good!" his now voracious wife whimpered, kissing and biting wildly at his neck and shoulders. "Yes! Yes! That feels so Gooooooddddddd!" Then she began to babble incoherently and he knew that she was fast approaching her own cum, and that spurred him on to new, more powerful strokes. Her knees drew up and her toes curled under as she raised her ass up higher off the floor, her moistly splayed cunt bucking wildly back up against his slipperily fucking cock.
"Ooooohhbbh…oooooohhbbbh Goddddd!" she cried out, as if tortured.
"I'm…I'm there! I'm theeeerrrreeee!" With a sudden deep-throated groan, Gillian erupted beneath her husband, and in doing so released his own painfully dammed-up explosion. His cum burned hotly through his swollen balls and through his cock, bursting through the unseeing eye to flood far up into his wife's hungrily milking pussy. Again and again white spurts of scalding hot cum spurted from him until at last he collapsed, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own soft mewlings of gratification.
As sanity returned to him, Stephan edged his body off his wife and rolled over.
"Come on, baby," he said at last, shaking his wife gently awake. "We have to get to bed. Can't sleep on the floor all night."
He gathered her limp body into his arms and carried her to their kindsized bed. He drew the covers gently over her naked body, stopping a moment to look at her beautiful tits and cunt before lying down beside her and covering them both with the light material of the sheet. Jesus Christ, he thought jubilantly. She really spread her legs for that camera tonight. I'm gonna get some red-hot fuck-films of my cock in her hot little cunt yet!!!