“What baby?” he asked, knowing where this was going. He had seen it often enough lately. “What’s wrong? Come on, baby. It’s okay.” He stage whispered soft reassurances and words of love in her ear as his hands moved over her body.
“Yo… you’re gonna think I’m such a slut!” she said loud enough for the cameras to pick it up, her face still buried in his chest.
“No, I won’t.” He said gently, lifting her face away from his chest, his fingers stroking her cheeks. “Tell me what’s the matter. And why would I think you were a slut?”
“Ca… can I… ” She stopped, squirming against him, having trouble staying in character now. “Can I see you’re dick? I… I can feel it pressing against me, and it feels so good! Can I look at it?”
“Sure,” he laughed, “Here, roll toward the back of the couch and let me move these shorts.”
“No! Let me go, I wanna get down on the floor so I can get a good look at it. Okay?”
“Fine with me!” he grinned. “Here, you get down on the floor, and I’ll sit up on the couch.”
She scampered down onto the floor as he sat up and slid lower on the couch, spreading his legs wide. He left the shorts where they were. She moved up till she was between his legs, her face inches from his hidden cock. She put her hands on the insides of his thighs, looking up at him expectantly.
“Okay,” she breathed, staring at his crotch. “I’m ready! Let me see it!”
“Huh uh,” He said, grinning down at her. “You wanna see it so bad, you do it!”
She gave him her best shocked schoolgirl look, then looked back at his crotch. She was glad that the cameras couldn’t see the hungry look on her face. But she was glad Kyle could. Forcing her hand to move as slowly as she could, she wrapped her fingers in the shiny material covering his throbbing cock. She could see it jerking and twitching under the light fabric, and her mouth was watering. She was praying she could stay in character until it was time to let the nymphette out.
“Here, we go!” Phil said, then eased his fingers out her Tracy’s pussy. He licked then clean, then reached over and took the camera out of her hand. Moving his arms wide apart, keeping both cameras pointed at the action, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Climb up here and sit on it!”
She looked back at him, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle her giggles. She eased off the couch, then ducked under his arm, trying to stay out of the shot. He nodded, and she slipped up onto his lap, reaching between her legs and guiding the knob of his cock into her dripping cunt hole. Sighing quietly, she eased her weight down, letting his huge cock slide deliciously into her pussy.
He pulled one hand back, and she took the camera from him, holding it out to the side like he was. They were getting the same view from slightly different angles now.
“You shoot him, and I’ll shoot her. Nod if that’s okay.”
She nodded her head, adjusting the zoom once she’d settled Kyle in the middle of the frame. She wiggled her hips, leaning back against him, and squeezed her cunt muscles around his twitching dick.
“Suck it,” he whispered, flexing his groin muscles, making his cock throb inside her. “Suck my cock with that hot little cunt, Tracy!”
He brought his free hand around and cupped one of her heavy tits, squeezing it softly, his fingers running around the bumpy ring of her areole for a moment. Then he skimmed it down across her stomach, finally coming to rest over the sopping wet mound of her cunt. Her cupped her puffy pussylips, spreading them gently, and flicked his middle finger over her clit.
“What are you?” she grunted softly, “Some kind of mind reader? You keep doing, or telling me to do, what I’m thinking about!”
“Dirty minds think alike!” he chuckled. “Now pay attention. We’re gonna make the greatest porn flick ever outta this!”
Lois was dragging the shorts down slowly, and could see Kyle’s curly cockhairs coming into view. Then his cockknob got stuck on the waistband. She pulled harder, but it wouldn’t come free. She looked up at Kyle, a disappointed look on her face.
“What’re you gonna do now little girl?” It looks like it’s stuck!”
“Will you help me?” she said, her mouth pooching up in a sultry pout.
He shook his head as he looked down at her.
“Then I guess I’m just gonna have to… do THIS!” she crowed triumphantly, jerking the shorts away, and throwing them over her shoulder.
His cock bounced up and down, finally slowing to a stop. It stood up stiffly at a forty-five degree angle, throbbing and twitching powerfully, the fat knob poking up over his belly button.
“Oh my god, Kyle!” she squealed, clapping her hands over her mouth. “It’s so big!” She looked up at him, her eyes held wide. She dropped her hands down onto his thighs, and leaned in closer, inspecting it closely. “Ca… can I touch it?”
He nodded rapidly, his breath starting to come in harsh pants.
Sliding her fingers slowly up his thighs, she walked two of them through his curly cock bush, then ran one finger slowly down the side of the shaft.
“Oooooohhhh, that’s neat! It feels so hard, but soft at the same time! Can I touch it again?”
“Yeah,” he croaked, “Wrap your fingers around it! Go ahead! You’ll like it!”
She grinned up at him as she wrapped her fingers around the middle of his cockshaft.
“Oooooohhhh, you’re right! That does feel kewl!”
“P… put yo… your other hand on it too!” He waited for her to do it, then arched his hips up so his fat cockstalk slid up through her gently grasping fingers. “Mo… move them up and down, Lois. Move your hands on my dick!”
She started moving her hands slowly up and down over the length of his throbbing shaft, watching enthralled as the fat knob twitched, and a thick drop of pre-cum drooled from his piss slit.
“Oh my god, Kyle! Am I jerking you off? I am! I’m jerking your big cock off!” she raised up on her knees, leaning closer till her face was only inches from his pulsing prick pole. She pulled it up away from his body till his cockhead was pointing at her face. “What’s that stuff leaking out of your cock?”
“That’s cum. Well, pre-cum, actually. That’s what shoots out of my dick when I cum. Touch it. Stick your finger in it, and rub it around on the head of my cock!”
“I don’t know, Kyle!” she said slowly, her hands picking up their pace slightly.
“You’ll like it, I promise!” he said, almost frantic with need. “See, there’s more leaking out! Rub your hand in it and smear it all over!”
“Will it feel good for you?” she asked him coyly, bringing her hand up and holding it over just over his dripping cockknob. She could feel the heat from it almost burning her hand. “Will more of that stuff come out if I do it?”
“Lot’s more! Touch it, Lois! Rub your hand on my cock and smear it all around!” he panted writhing on the couch under her touch, terrified that he was going to shoot off before they even got going. “And keep moving your hand! Yeah! Do it faster! Come on, jerk on it for me!”
She started moving her hand faster, and brought her palm down onto his cockhead, moving it around in slow circles, spreading his sticky pre-cum all over his spasming knob. His cock throbbed violently in her fist, and she knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. That was fine with her, it fit right into her script.
“N… now Cha… change hands!” he panted, his hips jerking and humping up into her shucking fist. “Pu… put the wet one around my cock and rub the head with the other one! Get it wet too!”
She did as she said, cooing happily as she beamed up at him.
“Oh wow! That feels even better! Now my hand slides over your dick real easy!” She held her hand still on his cockhead, her palm pressing on the weeping piss slit. “Which feels better? This?” She started stroking her fist hard and fast up and down over his cockstalk for a dozen strokes. “Or this?” She wrapped both hands around his cock and started working them up and down slowly, twisting them back and forth around his cock meat, squeezing and milking his pulsing cockshaft rhythmically.
“I… I ca… can’t tell!” he grunted, fucking his cock up through her stroking fingers harder. “Do it again!”