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"On yer knees." He waited until I had settled. "You know how ta untie a knot?"
"Yes."
"Do it."
While I worked to untie his rope belt, he unbuttoned his shirt. When I got the knot untied, he said, "I think you know what ta do now." I pulled his pants down. He stepped out of them and pulled off his shirt. He wasn't wearing underwear.
"Holy shit!" I blurted. I couldn't help myself... I've never seen such a big cock. Jeez lapeez! Now I remembered I was making a video, and that I had pretty much already agreed to take this thing into my mouth, my pussy, and -gulp- my ass. I didn't think it was going to fit into any of those. Seriously, no way! Not even for thousands of dollars.
All that was when it was only beginning to get hard. He said, "Open," and put the tip, already turning an angry purple color as it began to swell, on my bottom lip. He placed his hand under my chin, and pulled it up until my mouth encircled his entire girth.
"Bup weeb oup ip be opeb," I tried to say around a mouthful of man meat.
"What?" he said. He pulled his dick out.
"But we're out in the open." I gestured toward the hotels. "Anyone can see us."
"Ah'm out here nekkid all tha time. Like you said a minit ago, no one can tell if we have anything on or not." He pronounced can 'cain,' anything 'inny-thin,' and on 'ohn.'
"But it's going to be pretty obvious you're getting your dick sucked. You don't think that will offend anyone?"
"Hmmm, yew might be raht." He pointed his gun at his house. "Okay, up there." He grinned a lopsided grin. "If yew run, I'll trah for a flesh wound in the laig." He grinned bigger. "But ah cain't promise mah aim is that good."
His house was mostly hidden under a canopy of lush tropical plants -- their shade probably reduced the sweltering summer heat. There was a visible gap near the front corner, surrounding what seemed to be a screen door. He broke character and said in a deep, rich speaking voice, "We'll have to wait a minute or two for Ryan, Tanner, and Josh to set up the next shot. It shouldn't take too long." I nodded.
He stuck out his hand, and we shook. "I'm Tom, nice to meet you Amber." I nodded, the most I could manage in my surprise. "You're doing fantastic. Ryan said you were a natural. I can already tell this video is going to be a great one."
We heard the guys say "Roll," "Speed," and "Speed" from behind the veil of vegetation. One of them did a single clap, and Ryan added, "Ready."
Cyrus and I stepped up to the gap in the vegetation, he pulled open the screen door, and we entered a surprisingly large screened-in porch. He sat on a rustic bench seat with bright, floral weatherproof cushions, placed an arm in each direction across the back, and slid his butt forward until it was only half on the seat. He spread his knees, placed his feet further apart than his shoulders, and gestured at the ground between them for me to kneel there.
His balls were what you'd expect in summer heat -- loose and hanging low. His cock, now completely soft after a few minutes with no excitement, draped over them and hung an inch or two lower. It was easily six or seven inches long, and almost two inches across. And that was flaccid.
He saw me staring at it and said, back in his raspy 'Cyrus' voice, "Yew ain't never see'd a pecker this big, have ye?"
I shook my head. He pointed at it and said, "Tahm to git busy."
I took it into my mouth. Before it hardened much, I could get almost half of it in, but that didn't last long. I began stroking, and it grew, and grew, and grew. Its girth stretched my jaw uncomfortably, and even with both hands gripping it, it got so long I couldn't go deep enough for my lips to reach my hand.
I bobbed my head over it for what seemed like an hour, but he didn't seem close to cumming. He may have sensed how tired my mouth was getting, or he may have just wanted more of his dick stimulated, but he said, "Yeh can lick farther down ohn it if ya want to."
I gripped the tip and squeezed it, and licked from where it joined his balls to where it was wet from my sucking. Holy moly this was a lot of dick!
"Use yer lips, too," he directed. I slid an open-mouth kiss up and down the saliva I already left. On my third or fourth trip up and down he moaned, the first sign other than getting hard he liked what I was doing.
"Suck mah balls while yer down there," he said. They were smooth, he must shave them. I sucked on one, then the other, then the first one again, then he was ready for more dick sucking and pulled me up by the hair. I remembered the cameras and on the trip up licked the underside one long stroke from the base to the tip. It felt like it was about three feet long; I was still astounded at the size of it. I hoped he knew that there was no way it was going to fit in either of my other holes.
I sucked the head and what few inches of shaft I could get into my mouth, and stroked the rest of it with both fists, in time with my mouth. I got a pretty good rhythm going, not exactly fast, but quite quick for this much size. Every couple of minutes my mouth would tire and I would take a short break from sucking, stroking the tip with one fist, two or three times faster than I stroked with my mouth, and taking care of the rest of the shaft with the other fist.
It was during one of these rests that he said, "Back to mah balls." Okay, down I went. I licked one ball, sucked it, then the other. I was on my way back to the first one when he pushed on the top of my head and said, "Lower." Oh, okay, here we go -- it's going to be a $4,000 shoot.
He spread his legs further and lifted his nut sack out of the way. I started licking his taint and was quite relieved to find none of the gamey, sour taste I feared. The prevailing aroma was a pleasant, citrusy body wash, mixed with a bit of fresh sweat. I sensed both Ryan and Josh bringing their cameras in for a close look.
Cyrus lifted his knees up to his ribs, then pushed me straight down onto his brown star. This was only the second time I ever did this, but like the first, his grooming was fastidious enough that his asshole was nothing more than some skin with a different texture.
I began by sticking out my tongue as far as it would go and flicking it lightly across his anus, giving the cameras a clear view that my tongue actually touched his asshole. I licked up and down, I licked side to side, I licked in a circle.
One of the cameras came up close and personal, barely a few inches away from my tongue caressing his asshole. I found out when I watched the finished video that the other camera went around behind me to look up between my legs, across my empty pussy and my tummy, past my tits dangling and swaying in the open air, to my chin, firmly in place between his butt cheeks.
I stiffened my tongue and mini-fucked his asshole. He liked that, moaning softly. He laced his fingers in my hair, on top of my head so his arm wouldn't interfere with the main camera shot. I alternated the mini-fucking with open-mouth kissing and licking his ass and around it.
I stayed on his ass, going back and forth between tongue and lips, for quite a long time, at least it seemed long to me. I don't think he would have ever tired of that, but it gave him no means to cum, and he seemed ready to get off. He pulled on my hair to bring me back up to his dick.
I took his monster back in both hands, like the world's largest video game joystick, and licked around the huge tip before taking it back in my mouth.
He was ready to cum, and he wasted no time making that clear. He pushed and pulled on my head, establishing a rhythm that was much faster than before. The good news was, at that pace I couldn't go nearly as deep, which was fine with me. Just the tip and an inch or two of his shaft filled my mouth more than full. When I reached a tempo he liked, he removed his hands, leaving me stroking him on my own.
Even though he was ready, it still took him a while, and my mouth got seriously tired again. I didn't take a fist break, though. I wanted him to cum as soon as possible, before it occurred to him to try to go deeper and get more of his pole into my mouth. I sucked extra hard, and just when I was going to have to give in and take a break, I felt his cock quiver at its base, then down its length, and he exploded into my mouth. I remembered the cameras, held his tip on my lower lip, and opened my mouth as far as it would go, letting the cameras see him squirt against the back of my throat.
I was grateful that he only came a regular amount, not in proportion to his size. When he was through, I showed the pool of gooch puddled on my tongue to one camera, then I turned to the other and showed it. I made an exaggerated show of closing my mouth and swallowing, and showed each camera my empty mouth.
I took his tip back into my mouth, sucked it in and out, and made a show of slurping up any stray cum. I finished sucking and smacked my lips. Ryan said, "Cut" to Josh and Tanner, and "Hold your position for a moment" to Tom and me. I stayed on my knees as he put his camera down and got his cell phone out of his pocket. He used the camera function to take a few stills of Tom and me showing where he sat, where I knelt, and other cues to our exact position.
"Fifteen-minute break," Ryan said. Tom helped me to my feet, and Ryan led me into the house. The air-conditioned house, I was happy to notice.
The inside wasn't the hovel I expected. It had hardwood floors that were well cared for, and was furnished with simple but elegant pieces of teak Danish modern. A few tasteful photos of landscapes graced the walls. I found out later it was actually Ryan's house.
Tom set me down on the sofa, and Josh handed me a bottle of cold, cold water. I don't think I ever tasted anything so good.
Fifteen minutes went by in a flash. It was long enough for me to get seriously worried about what was going to happen next. I had no doubt that next on the agenda was Tom fucking me, and I had no idea how my poor pussy was going to stretch enough to take his cock without tearing. I couldn't even begin to think about what would come after that, him trying to force it into my ass.
We went back out onto the porch, and even though it was barely 10:00 a.m., after the air-conditioned house, the heat and humidity were stifling. Cyrus sat back on the bench, and I knelt between his knees again. Ryan and Josh spent a minute looking at the photos on Ryan's phone, micro-arranging us so we were a perfect match to our earlier positions.
When they were done, they picked up their cameras, Tanner hoisted his mic, they each pushed a few buttons, recited the "Roll" and "Speed" litany, and this time Tom did the gator clap.
Cyrus took my hand and pulled me to a standing position. He cupped his hand under my pussy and rather roughly stroked my slit. "Now let's see how much of mah pecker your sweet coochie ken take."
I brushed his hand away and said, "I don't think so. You've had your fun, I am out of here."
He looked surprised, then held up his cell phone. "Oh, look, that 'er '9' and '1' are still there, all ah haff t'do is press anuther '1' an' it's 30 days fer you."
He stared at me, locking his eyes onto mine, grinning like a coyote leering at a stray chihuahua. Ryan had a shot of Cyrus over my shoulder, and Josh had a shot of me over Cyrus's shoulder, two naked warriors locked in a wordless battle. I stared back at him for a long moment, then rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever..." He grinned, opened the door into the house, and gestured me inside.
He set me down on the sofa, pushed me back into a reclining position, and lifted my ankles up toward the ceiling. I shut my eyes. It was going to take some concentrated effort to relax enough to let his tree trunk into my pussy, and although it doesn't make sense now, somehow at the time it seemed like shutting off all light might make that task easier. I braced myself, trying not to let the dread I felt show.
He surprised me, though. What he pressed against my cleft wasn't the tip of his cock, lining up to split me in two like Vlad the Impaler. It was his face, his tongue and lips. What? He wasted no time getting busy.
Oh my, he quickly showed he was a master down there, he really understood female anatomy. He knew exactly which bits liked active, aggressive tongue, and which ones preferred soft, mellow lips. I couldn't fully melt into relaxed enjoyment of his skills; in the back of my mind I knew that he was softening me up to receive his dick there, but damn! he was talented. I mean, damn!
As smart as he was about what to do, he was a master of when to do it. Rather than racing to get me to cum as soon as possible, like the typical inexperienced college guy I was used to, he took his time, letting me thoroughly enjoy the moment. He licked the length of my slit. He sucked the soft tissue around my clit. He circled the hard little nub and flicked his tongue over it. Because I knew that soon he would be forcing his monster into me, I was as tense as I had ever been while having a mouth on my muff, but even with that, I could see that if he kept this up, it wouldn't be long until I would be cumming my head off.
As he tongued my slit, licking up and down, he pointed his tongue and slipped it between my inner lips, a little deeper each time he traced from bottom to top. He lengthened his strokes, not only going over my clit on the top but also going a little lower at the bottom and licking my taint. It felt amazing. That little patch of skin is so sensitive, and it is so rarely given any attention. His tongue was so soft and luxuriant, my skin crawled with delight. I was definitely less tense than I was a minute ago.
A couple of strokes later, he went even lower, and licked over my asshole. It was just a slip, an accident, but I loved it, even if it was just once. I had intentionally done that very thing to two different guys, including him just a few minutes ago, but no one had ever done it to me, even accidentally. For that brief moment I got to experience why Ryan was willing to pay me a lot of extra money to do it; it was amazing how great it felt.
He returned to my pussy, I assumed to stay there and recover from his tongue slip, but on his next stroke he went all the way down again, and the stroke after that too. One more pass across my pussy, and then he went down to my asshole and stayed there. I moaned, long and loud, and lifted my knees higher, to give him greater access.
"Lahk that, do ye?" he said. I nodded, too consumed with the moment to realize he'd never be able to see it from where he was between my butt cheeks. Josh caught it on camera, and Ryan included that short shot in the final edit. Most people who watch the video will only see how deeply I'm enjoying myself, but when we watched the final video Tom had Ryan pause and replay it. He pointed out that he had no chance of seeing me nod, and all of us -- Ryan, Josh, Tom, Tanner, a few others, and I -- shared a good laugh.
Cyrus dived back in, rippling the soft width of his tongue across my ass, lighting up thousands of sensitive, never-before-stimulated nerves back there. He pointed his tongue, circled my asshole and drew dozens of letter x's across it. I thought that was it, nothing was going to feel better than that, then he stiffened his tongue and began mini-fucking me with it. Unbelievable -- it was better.
He introduced a finger, pushing it barely one knuckle deep. Several guys had tried their fingers in my ass before, but somehow Cyrus's felt completely different. Maybe it was the saliva smoothing the finger's entry, natural lubrication overcoming any harsh, raspy friction. Maybe it was all those thousands of nerves being newly awakened by his tongue, feeling pleasure for the first time. I think it was both. Whatever the difference was, he worked the finger in deeper, down to the second knuckle. He began pulsing it in and out, creating a whole new set of heavenly sensations. He eventually worked his finger all the way in, sliding it slower as it went deeper. All I can say is, I never knew that anything from that particular part of my body could feel so good.
The rational part of my brain tried to tell my ass there was a world of hurt coming, but it ignored that message and savored how good it felt right then. Cyrus was arousing nerves that rarely got any attention, never any good attention. They were thrilled at being noticed now, and they obviously were going to ignore any warning that might mean there was a downside to their current pleasure.
He returned his mouth to my pussy and resumed delighting it with his tongue. He not only left his finger in my butt, he sucked the next finger over into his mouth, coated it with a thick layer of spit, and slid both fingers in. They entered smoothly, sliding in and out easily on the natural lube he had given them. They stretched me out more, and to my great surprise didn't hurt. I couldn't believe how wonderful the combination of my pussy being licked and my ass being finger-fucked felt. Who knew it could feel so good? Well, apparently, Cyrus did.
He pulled his fingers out and lifted his mouth away. My clit reached out to re-connect, but his lips and tongue were too far away. I was sure this was when he was going to force his fence post into me, and I tried not to noticeably tense up. I was happy to be wrong. He returned his tongue to my ass, lavishing it with a gentle, exhilarating tongue massage.
All too soon, he returned his mouth to my pussy, and re-inserted two fingers into my ass. They felt different, slicker. It wasn't until I saw the final video that I found out why -- they weren't just wet with saliva, they had lube on them, lots of it. He pressed them in further and further, until they were in as deep as they would go, and slowly slid them out. He pressed them in again, still slowly, just not quite as slow. Next time in was a bit faster. The wonderful things he was doing to my slit and clit distracted me somewhat from what he was doing in my ass, but before long he was finger-fucking me there at a steady pace. Every few strokes he turned his wrist to a different angle, stretching me in all directions, coating more of my insides with lube.
He pulled his fingers out, and licked downward from my slit back to my ass. It had only been a minute or so, and I thought I remembered how amazing, how electrifying, how thrilling it felt to be tongued there, but I was wrong. It was more tantalizing, more captivating, more enticing than I ever could have imagined. I hoped he would never stop.
Eventually, of course, he did stop. He coldly, cruelly licked upward, across my taint again, and back to my slit. My clit welcomed his tongue back; everywhere else wanted him back down lower.
He pushed fingers back into my butt. The intrusion was larger, so it must have been three fingers this time, and they slid in and out easily, so they must have been heavily coated in lube. He worked them in and out, in and out, in and out again. He set a steady pace, pushing them all the way to his palm, and all the way out to the very tips. He completely stopped after a short minute or so. He was receiving so little resistance in my ass he must have deemed me relaxed enough to proceed with fucking my pussy.
He lifted himself up, and my mind came to a halt. This was it, the moment I dreaded: he was going to press his monster dick into my pussy. Then a lightning bolt of realization hit me -- shit, I didn't have to worry about my pussy. He wasn't going to stretch it, tear it, break it, ruin it, or make it even slightly uncomfortable. That was a huge relief, but one with a giant 'gotcha' attached, which chilled me to my core. The reason he wouldn't hurt my pussy was he wasn't going to fuck me there; he was headed straight into my ass. Ack! I tried not to panic. I failed.
