“Oh, it’s real all right. You wanna see it?
“I don’t know, Kyle! I don’t want to get in trouble… ” She had her hands playing with the hem of her skirt, and her arms were squeezing her small tits together, making them jut out proudly from her chest. Her nipples were poking out like bullets under her thin tank top.
Phil had gone back to a wide shot after her initial outburst. Now he panned over her body, catching every seemingly unconscious seductive move she made. Her hips moved idly from side to side, and she tilted her head, almost like she was trying to look under his hands to see his cock.
“Do Kyle’s girlfriends act like that? he asked, leaning down so he could whisper in Tracy’s ear.
“Some of them,” she whispered back. “She’s got in nailed. Now let’s watch her get nailed.”
“We won’t get in trouble,” Kyle was saying. “My parent’s won’t be home till Sunday, and my sister is staying over at a friend’s tonight. We have the whole house to ourselves!”
He reached down and grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor, pulling them up into his lap.
“Here, I’ll put my shorts on if it’ll make you more comfortable.”
“No! You don’t have to do that!” she said, moving slowly toward the couch like a moth drawn to a flame. “I mean, you can if you want to!”
Kyle patted the shorts and felt a bulge in the pocket. Realizing that they were Phil’s, he reached into the pocket and pulled out the baggie and lighter he had put there. Patting the cushion, he smiled up at Lois.
“Come sit beside me Lois. Don’t be so shy.” He opened the baggie and pulled out a joint, remembering her earlier reaction. He held it up so she could see it. “Come on, you’re not gonna make me smoke this all by myself, are you?”
Her eyes lit up, and Phil caught the gleam in her eyes in another perfectly timed close-up, then panned back to a wide shot as she sauntered over to the couch. He grinned when he saw the flash of her bare ass as she spun in front of the couch, then sat down daintily next to Kyle.
Kyle saw it too, and swallowed hard as his cock throbbed under the shorts, making them jump in his lap.
“What was that?” Lois asked, her eyes on his crotch as she nestled in next to him.
“Nothing,” Kyle said casually, then put the joint in his mouth and lit it. He took a big hit, then held it out to Lois.
She shook her head and leaned closer.
“I can’t do it that way.” she said, “Gimme a shotgun. But do it slow. I like it better slow and easy.”
Yeah, right! Kyle thought as he flipped the joint over and put it in his mouth, holding it between his teeth, and closing his lips so just the end stuck out. Cupping his hands over her cheeks, he blew on it, sending a stream of smoke into her face. She inhaled slowly, turning her face away when she couldn’t take in anymore. She rested her hand on his thigh as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back, still holding the smoke in her lungs.
Kyle choked as her hand slid up his thigh, almost swallowing the joint. He pulled it out of his mouth and took another hit off of it, glancing back and forth between her face, and her tiny hand resting on his thigh.
It was all Phil and Tracy could do to stay quiet. Tracy didn’t help when she ran her tongue up the side of Phil’s cock, then tilted it back toward her so she could get the swollen purple knob in her mouth. Phil let out a strangled gasp as she bobbed her head on his cock, then sat back grinning, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. He looked back at the viewfinder on the camera, zooming in a little more when he noticed that she was doing a wider shot.
Lois was having fun playing the innocent schoolgirl, but she was looking forward to the wanton nymphette part of her role to. She wasn’t in any hurry to get to it. She knew she was directing this scene, and was glad Kyle was following her so well.
Kyle looked her up and down. He wanted to paw at her tight little body, or stand up and shove his raging hard-on down her throat. He doubted if she’d mind, but he was getting into the scene too. It was almost like he was replaying one of his many recent dates. He was going to have to use this shotgun trick in the future, it was a great way to get things heated up fast.
Lois exhaled, smiling as she felt the pot start to hit her. Kyle could see that her eyes were already glassy, and she was breathing heavily. He held the joint up, and she nodded, leaning close again. Kyle took a hit off the joint, and blew the smoke into her face again, watching as she inhaled it through her nose. When she turned away again, he inhaled the rest of the smoke himself, then took another hit.
She let the smoke out faster this time, and leaned in again, her eyes glittering, her hand starting to slide higher up on his thigh. He felt her fingers slipping under the shorts covering his lap, and slid down a little lower on the couch, letting his legs fall open wider.
“Let’s try something different this time, okay?” he said, taking a big hit off the joint.
She smiled, nodding, and he pressed his lips to hers, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head. He blew the smoke into her mouth, slipping his tongue inside at the same time. His other hand came up, sliding lightly over one of her tits, squeezing it softly. She gasped, inhaling sharply, and almost coughed, but she fought it back. She held the smoke in her lungs as long as she could, her tongue still dueling with his, then started to squirm in panic when he didn’t pull away.
Kyle felt her distress, he had been waiting for it. He inhaled the smoke from her lungs, drawing air in through his nose, then breathed it back into her mouth. She caught on quickly, imitating his actions, until there was no more smoke for them to share.
She broke away, panting, but her flushed cheeks and heaving chest weren’t just from lack of air.
“Again!” she said huskily, taking her hand off his thigh, and bringing up to his chest. She leaned into him, grinding one firm titty into his arm as she gazed up at him.
Kyle took another hit off the joint, and barely had it out of his mouth when she plastered her lips against his. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and she inhaled deeply as he blew smoke into her lungs. She didn’t blow it back, instead she exhaled through her nose as she slithered up over him, kissing him hungrily, her hands running through his hair and over his tightly muscled chest.
Pressing her body down on his passionately, Lois darted her tongue into his mouth, then retreated, welcoming his lingual invasion. She ground her tits into his chest, her legs spreading around his thigh, humping her drooling cunt down on it. Stroking her fingers through his hair, she recalled similar make out sessions from her own teens, and threw herself into her role eagerly.
Phil was arching his hips up into Tracy’s mouth slowly, just grooving on the way her lips and tongue felt moving over his cock. He wasn’t in any hurry to cum, he was enjoying the show. He felt her wriggling against him, and saw that she was squeezing her thighs together, humping her pussy mound rhythmically against the couch.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I think I’ve been neglecting you!”
She nodded on his cockhead, then popped it out of her mouth and looked at him.
“I was about to say something,” she gasped, spreading her legs, then sighing as he slipped his hand between cream slick thighs, grinning when he felt how hot and wet her pussy was. He stroked his fingers up and down over her juice coated cuntlips, sliding two fingers slowly into her pussy as she pushed her ass up at him. She wrapped her fingers around his cockshaft, stroking it lazing as she watched the scene on the couch unfold.
Lois broke their frantic kiss, her eyes glowing as she stared into Kyle’s faced. Then she buried her face in his chest, her hands coming up on either side like she was trying to hide.
“Oh, Kyle!” she whimpered loudly, making sure the cameras would catch her speech.