Frank sat up. "I doubt it," he said, shaking his limp dick. "That was my fourth cum shot today. I don't think I have anything left."
"Woman on top," Roger suggested. "If that doesn't get him up, he's dead for sure."
Frank moved into position, sitting up straight, and Connie mounted him, her back to his front. She rubbed her cunt on his wet, limp cock, trying to make it stiffen. He seemed dead indeed. She raised herself slightly and stuffed him into her cunt, massaging his muscle with her cuntal ring. There was a stirring of life in Frank's penis, but only a stirring. Connie began to sway from side to side, applying all the pressure at her command. Slowly, very slowly, his rod bloomed for her, and she changed her pattern to an up-down movement that gently cultivated his returning erection.
"Good," Roger said approvingly, checking them with a light meter. "We might as well start now, while they're into it and he's still up," he told the photographer, who nodded in agreement.
"Does this give you a charge?" Connie wondered, rising and falling with a soft rhythmic bounce. "Does it turn you on to see me doing this?"
"For God's sake, Connie!" he protested.
"Watch closely, then," she snapped back, "because it's the nearest you're going to get to me. From now on!"
He frowned, but that was the moment the camera's soft whirring began, and Roger moved back so his shadow wouldn't fall on the scene in progress.
Connie closed her eyes and began to fuck, smiling in satisfaction as she felt Frank get harder and harder inside. His hands came up to clutch her breasts, and she closed her own hands over them. She felt him take her nipples between his fingers – they were still hard and even a bit warm – and it was easy to fall into the erotic pattern.
Connie alternated between up-down and side-to-side, throwing in new twists whenever she felt a weakening of Frank's already overworked pecker. He wasn't rock hard inside her, the way she liked a cock to be, but he was doing all right, considering. She knew that her lips were curling into a smile, but she didn't want it to be the piggish smile of an actress miming unendurable ecstasy. Instead, she made herself think of that first night she'd spent with Roger, of the delight they'd shared, of the joys she thought she'd found, and of the bittersweet ending the story had come to, this afternoon. She only hoped that her face was registering her thoughts.
Frank tugged at her left tit and she leaned her head back toward him. "Let's go onto the floor," he whispered. "You on your back. Okay?"
She nodded and lifted herself from him. His cock flopped as it left her vagina, almost soft again, but she threw herself down, reaching up to pet his prick. It stiffened a little under her caresses, and then he was upon her. Connie reached between them and guided Frank into her pussy, where she felt him take on a trifle more rigidity.
She raised her legs automatically, to clutch him as he entered her, but he pushed down the knee which was nearest the camera, and she thought, Of course! She was blocking the view!
He hugged and puffed as he rode inside her, and Connie screwed herself back at him, but she could tell it was a losing struggle. Frank's control over his pecker was nearly gone, and she doubted whether he could keep hard long enough to reach an orgasm. Certainly it wouldn't be a big, splashing cum like the others he'd done today. All because of the one wasted on Denise.
"Now," he said, pulling out. His hand wrapped around his cock, the tool flipping as he stroked it, but only a watery burst of jism spurted forth, a few lukewarm drops which bounced onto Connie's stomach. Frank sank back onto his calves, shaking his head sadly. He looked at the camera. "I think I've had it," he said morosely.
"Okay," Roger called in reply. "Just go through the motions of balling. I want a close-up of your faces. We'll take care of it in the cutting room."
Frank lay down on Connie and she held him tightly. He kissed her with his tongue, slurping it across her upper lip and around her nose. It tickled, but she resisted the impulse to giggle. Her mouth opened and she caught his tongue with her lips, pulling it between them. Frank's mouth slammed against hers and their heads rocked as she sucked his tongue furiously.
"Okay, cut!" Roger called. Frank tried to raise his face but Connie still held him by the tongue. He wiggled it inside her mouth, and she let him go gracefully. The man rose to his feet, his fucked-out tool dangling.
"You were okay," he told Connie. "Thanks for helping me when I couldn't keep it up."
"Tricks of the trade," she replied with a smile.
Roger joined them. "Good show, Frank, and thanks. I'll call you when I get another job lined up. Right?"
Frank laughed. "Sure, if you give me a couple of weeks to rest up. Christ, I have a date tonight! Somebody's gonna be disappointed as hell." He went off to dress and depart.
Connie sat up. "Well?" she asked Roger. "Did I fulfill your expectations?"
He didn't answer.
"I think I'm going home too," she added. "If I see you on the street, I'll pretend I didn't."
"We need some close-ups," Roger said. "Meat shots. The old in-and-out."
"Frank's through for the day – for the week, I'd suspect."
"I wasn't talking about Frank."
"You?"
"I told you, Connie. If a male actor bombs out, it's up to me to cover for him." He turned to the cameraman. "Come on in for the CU. No sound. You can go home, Dave."
He was undressing as he spoke, and Connie noticed for the first time, that her ex-lover was sporting a massive erection. She'd rarely seen him this hard without any stimulation from her, and there was an ache in her chest when she remembered that she'd sworn to herself that they were finished.
He knelt beside her where she sat, and he put his hand on her shoulder. "I know you're pissed off at me, and you have a right to be. But I wouldn't have asked you to fill in if I hadn't been desperate. And you were great. Wait till you see yourself in the final cut. I was afraid you'd sizzle the film in the camera while we were shooting. Connie, I still love you and I still want you for my lady."
As he spoke, Roger shifted his hands to her knees, parting them gently. Connie's eyes filled with tears as she looked into his, and she stretched out on the floor without being asked. He slid between her legs, bumping her pussy with his burning erection. She felt her clitoris throb in counterpoint, and she spread her knees further apart, making her slit wink open.
"Just the organs," Roger told the cameraman, reaching down to insert himself in Connie. But her hand was there ahead of his, and she pulled him inside her. His cock slid all the way home, nudging the mouth of her uterus on the first stroke, and Connie opened her lips in a gasping cry of delight.
"Oh," she said, "I think I love you again, Roger!"
His reply was to pull himself back and shove forward once again. She brought her cunt toward him, engulfing his meat with her slick glove, and she pawed lovingly at his back and shoulders. Roger's face dipped close, his mouth seeking hers, and Connie received him. They battled with their tongues for a long, sweet moment, then parted with a sound like the popping of a champagne cork. It tingled on her eardrums until the mad tat-a-tat of her heart replaced it, and she wanted only to kiss him, to bite his neck and face, but above all to be fucked by him.
It was only the second time Connie had ever made love in front of someone else. The first was just a few minutes ago, with Frank, but that wasn't really making love. It had only been for the benefit of the camera. The camera was still here – she could hear its gentle hum not far away – but it didn't count. She caressed Roger as if they lay on a private bed of love, and she opened her cunt time after time to receive the penetrating thrusts of his cock.
"Do it harder," she whispered. "Ram me!"
"Glad to," he sighed back, doing just that. He was always big, he was always hard, but now he seemed swollen enormously, and stiff beyond her wildest dreams. His cock was like a heated iron ingot in her cunt and she writhed and twisted as she sucked it home.