J and V Between Scenes

I was even more shocked to see him come in after her a few seconds later – also naked. He halted, obviously acting out the scene I’d done with him a few hours earlier. I looked down and saw his penis begin to rise, uncertain and haltingly at first, as if he was fighting it – but by the sweat on his brow, I could tell that he was loosing.

‘Well, a gun would have done – but a missile is sweet too.’ She laughed and waved him out, eyes twinkling with more than amusement – a woman after my own heart. V hung his head slightly and went back out. ‘Try some ice or splashing a lot of cold water on it!’ she called after him, throwing me another wink.

He took his acting seriously – certainly if he was willing to undergo this level of embarrassment. I wasn’t complaining though, as I had a perfect view of his muscular ass – oh was I a lucky girl today!

After some suitably forceful splashing sounds, he came back in, moving like one who had just woken from a deep sleep. V looked across at J lain on the bed, resplendently naked, and with all credit to him, his limp member didn’t even twitch at the sight of her like that.

Then just before V should have spoken his first line, J slid one hand down between her legs and started stroking herself, looking back up at him all innocently. His erection was swift and not to be stopped, standing out flagpole straight and seemingly almost as long. My hand went down between my legs in response, beginning soft strokings of my own – at the same time biting my lip lightly as reminder that I needed to keep quiet, especially with him stood so close – making it all the more thrilling.

J didn’t stop her own erotic display, only slowing it down a little. ‘I can see how this would be a problem.’

‘It is if you start doing that! What did you expect I’d be like?’

She smirked slyly. ‘I see no point in making it too easy for you.’ She frowned slightly in concentration, as if thinking about a solution, yet all the while continuing her stroking.

V could not take his eyes off her: ‘Please stop.’

J looked down at her hand as if surprised to see it there.

‘Oh sorry – it’s just what I was doing when you knocked. I was quite close to coming.’

V lifted his hand to cover his face. ‘Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that this was such bad timing. Maybe I’d better come back at another time – I just was with the grip of the idea, y’know.’

J sat up looking equally concerned. ‘It’s okay – I always play with myself before a scene, don’t you? It gets me on-fire and on-edge. It’s no big deal – I was even doing it while Es was here with me for tomorrow’s scene rehearsal. She even joined in – didn’t seem to mind a bit. Quite a girl that one.’

He laughed and nodded. ‘Please!’ A slight smile coming to his lips in that special, quiet way he had – he sighed. ‘I’m trying to get him to go down again, not stay up!’ I had to bite harder on my lip just then.

J just looked at him with some studied nonchalance. ‘Only acoupla ways to do that in a hurry…’ Her eyebrows raised, holding the posture.

He looked across at her, and she patted the bed beside her with one hand, the other started stroking herself again. ‘You could be boring and go out to the bathroom to take care of that, or better still come and sit here to join me in a bit of mutual Onanism – or more adventurously still, you could let me take care of it.’ She smiled at him, enjoying it all.

‘A last and infinitely more pleasing option, would be for me to phone a friend, and we could all tackle the problem together…’ She carried on stroking while looking him in the eye. ‘So what’s it to be?’

‘Phone a friend?’

‘Come and sit here, and I’ll show you.’ He did as she asked, his natural-tanned frame looking good beside her pale, slight one, erection still proud and raised past his belly button.

With my two favourite lusts there side-by-side and both on the same bed together, my hand began to move faster in and out, eyes closing with building lust for what was about to happen. J swung herself around to straddle V, taking him in her tiny hands to guide him up between her legs. He looked so massive as she sank down slowly onto him, and I came, almost falling over with the power of the orgasm’s impact.

Both J and V groaned as she got herself as low as she could go, then lifting up to the top again, she spoke as if to no-one: ‘I wish Es could be here, to join in with this.’

‘Oh yes.’ He groaned, voice deeper and more de-focused than normal.

It was the only cue I needed, and on unsteady legs, I left the wardrobe to climb onto the bed behind her.

V looked briefly surprised, then happy. ‘Hey – this is Hollywood.’ Was all I could think to say, he nodded and turned his attention back to J – but I could see how the whole scenario and the consequences of every action taken so far, were slotting themselves neatly into place through the realisation in his eyes – starting from earlier, to my joining them both on the bed at this time and place.

I smiled and winked to J as she looked back toward me over her shoulder, my hands smoothly going around her flanks, then up to those perfect breasts in one move, cupping each lightly and sliding my palms over her pebble-hard nipples. I began kiss-nibbling up her neck, taking in her skin’s warm scent and feeling my own body respond. Above this, I could scent V’s own musk, remembering him in that instant as he’d been earlier, above me, thrusting slowly into my hot wetness, my fingers recalling the feel of his firm body, as I gripped him while coming and coming…

Kissing on down her back, my mouth and hands moved around J’s hip to her belly, then down onto his – my tongue and lips roving across both textures, nose drawing in their mingled scents as J rode up and down on V’s pivotal steeple of flesh. I could see how wet she was on him. In a natural progression I followed my own lead around to straddle V and face J – we embraced with kisses and exploring hands. Feeling his broad, long-fingered hands draw me backwards with delicious momentum, and deliberation of intent. I sank with the moment, letting V move my hips toward his face, raising his mouth up to lick at me. I moved my other lips down to lavish attention on J’s breasts, keeping the nipples interested, as my breath began to come erratically in response to V’s tongue around my lips and clit.

J’s hands joined in, stroking over my back and sides, teasing at my breasts and giving a little gentle pressure to my back that lead my lips lower down still, until I had my lips once again amongst her pubic hair, long tongue probing alternately at her clit, and curling itself around his shaft as she rose to the apex of those long thrusts.

I could feel J’s trembling build-up, and focused my attentions more upon her approaching orgasm – tracing fingers far around her hips, up and back to squeeze at the sensitive lower parts of her soft cheeks, noticing her pace quicken.

A few deft probing licks across clitoris and back along her stretched lips, sent her gasping over the top into juddering, urgent release – she tumbled back from V’s erection, curling up and shuddering in heavy, post-orgasmic shock, leaving me eye to eye with that hard, dark and swollen monster, shining from tip to root with her juices – she must have come several times during that brief ride.

My turn now, I thought, raising myself up clear from his alluring tongue and its attentions. V sensing my intent followed through, shifting and guiding me forward with his hands, keeping me still facing away from him, and sliding himself up into my own ready wetness, with me still in that position – clamping both buttocks under hands that clung like limpets, he began to thrust in time to his curtailed need.

I could feel him going in to the fullness of my depth, filling me in both body and mind – predictably, I came again and kept on coming as his pace gathered.

Then lifting himself up, body thrust into in a taut arc, he grunted and loosed his own orgasm, catapulting me forward to join J in a trembling heap at the bottom of the bed, while he collapsed back in the other direction, taking himself in hand and pumping the last of his urgency up over his chest and belly – something I barely registered just then, but have subsequently recalled many times since, and always it makes me come – every time.

We all shared a quiet moment for a while there, slowly coming back in our own time from the various places where this shared sex had sent us. As the first to recover, J and I curled up together in each other’s arms, gently stroking and kissing ourselves back to normality, in a long, slow bout of intimate closeness.

Maybe it was this display of womanly attentions for each other, or his own natural sexuality and restless energy, but when V came over to join our cuddle, he was just as hard as before. For a while we all carried on in a three-way, with lots of gentle hands moving across each of our bodies, until it sort of naturally evolved into an aftermath thing between just J and myself, the slowdown that we had been denied by his untimely/timely entrance.

V moved back a little to let us continue, adding only the occasional caress into the mix we created for ourselves. J looked up at him on her way down my body: ‘Hey – why don’t you get that thing good and hard for me. We’re done with the rehearsal now, and the next scene doesn’t call for any limp action.’ He smiled quietly in return and moved his hand into position, slowly taking up the stroking rhythm and keeping the tone ready for his next cue – not that our own performance would give him much cause to loose that edge.

J resumed her slow approach of light kisses down my belly, drawing expectation and response from me in equal portions, as her lips teased around my own, breath tickling cool and lightly, ever closer until her warm tongue touched the heart of my desire.

I got lost there for a while, taken away on the sensations evoked within me by her cleaver tongue, all busy there between my legs, feeling at the same time her slender hands moving over my breasts. Then there were four hands in on the action, between them covering every sensitive part of me. I felt V moved around, but kept my eyes closed, sensing his erection first by its heat, before it gently lay itself down along my cheek. I reached around and guided him into my mouth for the second time that day.

This time I relaxed into the enjoyment of taking it slowly, even if I was getting close to yet another orgasm, because I loved sucking men off until they came – and this one had as I said, been a particular special fantasy of mine for many years.

To forestall the inevitable and increase its intensity, I alternated between licking along his length, then focusing around the ready, painfully swollen looking glans – pacing, instead of sucking him deep into me and racing him to orgasm. I loved it, and despite myself, came not long after taking a hold of him – J rose from her licking after I’d subsided, lifting her backside into the air provocatively for V to move in upon.

I lay back to watch them for a while after that, idly stroking myself and eking out the last of the most recent body tremours, still rippling through my legs.

J watched me as V moved inside her, it looked like he was getting close, so I stopped playing with myself and lifted her up into an embrace, making a sandwich of her between the two of us, my hand reaching down to play with her gently, while V’s pace altered to suit the new position.

As she approached her own orgasm, J disengaged from between us and lay down on her back, classically spreading her legs and lifting them up for some maximum penetration.

I moved behind him and hugged his back, letting my hands dwell around his buttocks, while he sank down into position and mounted J – my hands spurring him on with light fingers tracing around his ass-hole, so that he began thrusting urgently.

Maybe the finger insertion was too much, but whatever the reason, they both came together, and the three of us collapsed in a heap of warm, panting, and still squirming bodies.

That was pretty much all of it for that particular day, as if all the action experienced wouldn’t be enough for even an insatiable soul like myself – but it was good to be with two actors who took their energies into everything they did, including bed. I myself was exhausted when it came time to go on with the day, and I felt even afterwards, that we all gave our best on the sets after our romp in J’s trailer (and of course beforehand.)

So that was my day – how was your 20th of June 2003?