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[Poganin]

Blake Williams

"Now!" Blake growled in answer to Helene's question. He couldn't stand the torment of barely touching her with his cock, slightly only gripped by her pussy lips.

With his satisfactory answer spoken she slowly slid herself on him, the feeling of her hot, moist flesh that enveloped him taking him sky-high as he felt her grip his whole legth tightly to the point where their pubic bones met. The whole time she was sliding down, Blake was uttering something that might resemble a howl that reached it's peak when he filled her completely and then she moaned to echo him. He could feel her pussy lips hugging the base of his cock in a lovable, warm embrace. Helene moved to the sides and he noticed he could feel each and every wet square inch of her pussy that touched his hot rod. His hips shook slightly at the immense pleasure his cock was conveying.

Blake ran his fingers up Helene's thighs and grasped her hips, gently massaging her body and setting the rhythm for her movements. She raised and lowered herself in a wild tempo, one he could barely withstand she felt so good around him. All the time Blake would gasp nad moan when she raised herself and he could see his cock glistening with her love juices and her pussy lips lovinlgly kissing the whole length of his shaft.

Practically holding only the head of his cock inside her, Helene bent down and taking his lower lip in between her she massaged and nibbled on it. Blake couldn't stand the suspense, his cock needed to be buried in that soft, hot, moist sheath, it needed her pussy to move on it, delivering him the immense physical and emotional pleasure of being intimate with this woman. Impatient he raised his hips rapidly, burying himself whole at once in one fast thrust and he hit her deep. Surprised, Helene cried out at the sudden stimulation and bit on his lip. The pain in his mouth jolted him to lower his hips and pound them hard up again, almost throwing Helene off him. Holding her butt in him palm and fonlding her flesh he pushed her down on his cock and held there, grinding his hips against hers.

Then Helene started straightening her back, never letting go of his lip from between her small, sharp teeth and not wanting to be bitten any harder Blake had to sit up himself, joining Helene in her position and she embraced his hips with her long, sexy legs. The different angle of his cock inside her made them both gasp and they smiled warmly to each other, moving slower now and kissing passionately, moaning into each other's mouth. Helene held Blake's face and his hands ran up and down the smooth skin of her legs wrapped around him.

 

[soliloquy]

Helene was reluctant to let go of any part of Blake. His skin felt so comforting against her own, his lips spreading heat throughout her body, his tongue inspiring her hips. But neither of them were out for a quick high, it seemed, as their lovemaking slowed, though the fever had not.

She kissed along his jaw to his ear and nipped at his lobe, whispering softly between nips. "You feel so good inside me, lover." She held him close and worked her tongue over his ear as she slowly gyrated against him. She could feel the coarseness of his hair against her nipples, and the sensation begged her to cum, to push him down on the bed and ride him to her own finish. But she resisted, letting each small thrust of his cock inside her intoxicate her even further.

Only perhaps five times in her life had sex been for pleasure rather than advancement. She was reveling in a moment that she wasn't sure she would be able to enact again any time soon.

His hands slid luxuriously along her thighs as if to take the consuming heat there and push it throughout her body. It was working. Her pace quickened a bit, despite herself.

"Oh God," she gasped as his cock seemed to hit a sensitive spot inside. Finally, the fire was too consuming. "Oh God, Blake. Fuck me," her last word a whimpered and pleading, "please..."

 

[Poganin]

Blake

Their slow pace was working its magic on him, Blake was more and more intoxicated by Helene's body, her touch, her lips and her scents. As his cock slid slowly in and out of her, rubbed by her hot flesh he was in heaven; the touch of her breasts on his chest made his gasp and her lips nibbling his ear were slowly working him up for another bout of powerful fucking.

The lovlingly slow pace suddenly became not enough, not satisfactory enough and even though Helene's pussy that fit him like a glove provided incredible stimulation for his throbbing manhood, at the moment he suddenly needed to give her all he had. And when she said "fuck me" he whimpered in his consent, it seemed as if their bodies recognised each other's immediate needs.

Blake pushed Helene to lay on her back and positioning himself so that his hurting leg won't get irritated started slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. She held his hips tightly with her legs wrapped around him and had her hands on him neck as he supported himself above her fucking her faster and stronger than he had ever had. "God your pussy feels great. It's so goddamn hot," he panted and groaned when she squeezed him inside with a charming smile.

 

[patford31769]

Jamie

Mike and I went straight from the beach to Maynards for dinner, dancing, and outrageous flirting. I had nothing with me to cover my lime-green bikini top, and only a bright print wrap with multi-colored flower pattern, to cover my bikini bottoms. Dancing in my beach flip-flops wasn't comfortable, so I kicked them off, and danced barefoot. Mike really seemed to like my blood-red toenail polish, as I caught him glancing down at my feet several times as we danced. He made an offhand remark about being a vampire who wanted to suck on my blood-red toes, a remark that he delivered with a chuckle. I pictured him sucking on my toes, and I really liked that mental image!

We wound up dancing apart, facing each other, grinding to the insanely pulsing beat of the music. I put on quite a show for Mike, and even other couples stopped dancing to watch me now. As I danced, the open side of my beach wrap opened to show the side band of my green bikini bottoms, and Mike remarked how pretty and sexy that tiny glimpse of bikini was under my wrap.

Dancing so seductively was making me horny, and between that, and all that I had to drink, I really needed the ladies room now.

After reliving my bladder, I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my wind-blown hair and saltwater-diluted makeup. I noticed what Mike had been talking about, the sexy glimpse of my lime-green bikini bottom at the side of my tied-on flower-print wrap. I figured if looking at my bikini bottom was turning Mike on, how would he react if I had NOTHING on under that wrap? I quickly slid my tiny bikini bottom down my legs, and balled it up tight in my hand. I then returned to the dance floor to rejoin Mike.

My timing was perfect, as the band played a slow number now. We put our arms around each other and danced close. I opened my palm and rubbed the bikini bottom in my hands, against his shoulder blades.

"That tickles," he laughed. "What is it?"

I removed my arms from around Mike's back, and I showed him the bikini bottom in my hand. I then twirled around, letting my beach wrap ride up just enough to show him my full, round derriere, and my hairy mound that he likes so much, as I twirled. I then pressed my bikini bottom into Mike's hand. He clutched it in his hand, brought his hand up to his face, and inhaled my feminine scent very deeply, sighing contentedly and grinning impishly.

"You know," I smiled, "I'm not sure I can wait that 20 years after all, to elevate our relationship beyond just mutual masturbation."

Now the band started another rock number with a hard-driving beat. I danced behind Mike, thrusting my naked pussy tight up against Mike's wonderfully sculpted studly ass. I encircled my hands around his waist from behind, and slid both hands down the front of his pants, one hand cupping his balls as the other slowly, lovingly, stroked and pumped up and down his very hard shaft.

"We need to make a very romantic date, Mike," I moaned. "We need to set up the perfect time and place for your beautiful hard cock to get to know my lonely little pussy really, REALLY well!"

"I can hardly WAIT!" we both moaned in unison, and then laughed at how in tune with each other's thoughts we were already becoming, as we continued to dance the rest of the night away, with my naked pussy against his ass, and both of my hands down his pants.

 

[soliloquy]

Helene managed a smile. "You've made it that hot, lover." He groaned and continued to thrust into her as hard as he could. She wasn't sure that either one of them cared about his foot at this point.

Helene followed his rhythm and dug her nails into his skin. She continued to clamp down on his cock, wanting to keep him inside just as much as she wanted the violent impact of their coupling. Sweat drenched both of them as they rode furiously on.

And then it happened. As suddenly as the decision to have him had come to her, so did her orgasm. Her head fell back, her body arched, suspending her in air, thrusting her breasts hard against his body. Her legs tightened like a vice around his hips, and she began to shake. The waves of her climax pounded through her body, but she could not make a sound.

Crash!

She managed a breath.

Crash!

She drew him closer still.

Crash!

Would this end?

Crash!

And then it did. Fire melted muscle into molten lava and her body flowed easily downward. Her back hit the mattress, and he began to pull away from her again.

She whimpered.

He groaned.

He pushed into her one last time, and bellowed as his cock spasmed inside her.

She shuddered and moaned loudly as an aftershock mingled with his orgasm.

 

[Poganin]

Blake

Blake continued pounding her with a steady, fast tempo, moaning every time he felt her hot pussy hold him stronger. He watched her face from above, revelling in the expressions of pleasure and satisfaction his thrusts caused. There was a faint smile on Helene's lips that he couldn't decipher... But for the time being he cared not, he could feel he was going to come soon, and come very hard. He could see droplets of his sweat falling from his hair on her breasts and this sight made him thrust stronger and with the first one Helene came.

Her body tensed, trembled and arched, her eyes opened for a brief moment in an expression of disbelief but then closed, her face, neck and breasts pinked in a sexy blush, he legs hugging him closer, making him go deeper, and her pussy almost cut his dick off.

He was on the highway for orgasm to, he felt it coming and pushed his cock inside her again in one powerful thrust.

Helene inhaled loudly and pressed her body into him even harder.

He pushed again and it seemed as if her whole body hugged him, beginning with her spasming pussy and enging on her arms.

He fucked her with long yet strong thrusts and when her orgasm subsided, leaving her moaning and grasping for air his own hit. He could feel the familiar tingling in his cock, the wave that began in his balls to caress his whole length and end in the head, making his hips buck as he felt his semen travel inside, seeking release. And then the release came and Blake came as well. Uttering an animal cry of satisfaction he pushed his cock deep inside and his cum flew in four powerful spurts, each one taking a portion of his strength away from him as he collapsed on Helene's body, shivering and pinning her to the bed.

Panting he brushed hair away from her face and tenderly kissed her all over. "That was... that was..." he began but she put a finger on his lips.

 

[soliloquy]

She pressed her finger upon his lips in the intention of quieting him, but he took her finger in his mouth and she moaned happily beneath him. She loved the feel of his weight upon her, and she showed her appreciation by kissing his shoulder.

Her eyes closed as she relaxed her legs, but did not let go of him.

"No need for words, lover..." she murmurred as sleep threatened.

He kissed over her face and she felt 18 again. She felt worshipped. There was no better feeling than this.

He slipped off her, effortlessly, and wound his arms around her. She could feel him gazing down at her and she smiled. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Stay with me tonight, Blake?" This was one of the only times in her life that Helene had not pushed her prey out of her bed. She needed to feel worshipped and cared about right now. Blake was going to be a nice salve for her soul.

The fact that her thoughts were selfish never crossed her mind.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Still panting, with his face hot and flushed after that powerful release, Blake slid to the side. A dull, faraway thud in his foot echoed the rhythm of his heart. He embraced Helene and looked at her face and her sleepy eyes opened. Her body was shiny with sweat and he could smell their passion in the air, it surrounded them like a warm, protective coccoon.

"Stay with me tonight, Blake?" she said sleeily and smiled.

Blake nodded, he had nothing better to do and besides such a chance did not happen every day. He kissed Helene softly and drew her closer, burying him mouth and nose in her hair. He felt satisfied and fulfilled, this probably was the best sex he ever had and Helene's being a celebrity had little to do with this. He would have fallen for her anyway, when all that layer of being an actress was shed she was a beautiful, desirable woman underneath.

He sighed, as he felt her arms wind around him and closed his eyes.

 

[soliloquy]

They slept for a long while, entwined in each other's nakedness. Helene slept the sleep of the dreamless as their breathing synchronized and melded into one.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"For the love of God, who the fuck is that?" Helene murmurred. Blake did not wake.

The knocking became louder and Helene glanced at the clock. 10 pm. What in hell? She gently pried herself from Blake's arms and legs, and smiled as he fell back on his back and sprawled over the bed, his legs akimbo. Reluctantly, Helene covered him with a thin blanket and grabbed her robe.

The knocking persisted.

Helene opened the door as she was tying the belt of her robe and stepped outside of the trailer to be confronted by an angry, and very drunk, Daniel.

"What in the world?" Helene hissed at him.

"C'mon, baby..." he slurred, leaning in close and grabbing for her. She held her hands out as much to stabalize him as to ward him off. "You can't stay mad forever, Hel."

"Like hell I can't. You need to go sober up. Go sleep it off in your trailer."

Daniel looked like a hurt puppydog. "But it's only ten, baby."

She glared at him. "And we start shooting at seven am. You need the sleep."

"I need you." His arms were around her and his mouth, reeking of bourbon, closed in on hers.

She pushed him back lightly, and Daniel stumbled. "Go to bed, Daniel. You're too soused to get it up even if I wanted it. And I don't." Her tone was not harsh, just weary.

"Bitch," he mumbled. "What have you been doing all night?"

"Not getting drunk," she said, which was only a half lie considering that it had been hours since her tequila and vicodin. Daniel, however, seemed to have that effect on her. He made her want to obliterate her mind so she didn't have to think.

"Fine, bitch," Daniel sputtered. "But you'll pay for this."

She was sure she would one way or another.

She climbed into the trailer, locking the door behind her, leaving Daniel stewing on the step.

She looked at Blake. A smile crept up on her face. To hell with tequila and vicodin. She climbed in bed, laying in effect on top of him after she had peeled the blanket back so that she could admire his body. Her fingers wandered over his chest and stomach. Amazing that such hardness could feel so soft at the same time. He stirred a bit, granting her a bit more room, and she pressed her lips against his neck softly.

"Thank you, Blake," she whispered.

It was amazing to her that this sleeping creature could arouse her so easily. Part of her wanted him to wake up for round....was it three? But part of her didn't want to disturb him. He looked so peaceful. She cuddled into him, pressing her nipples against his skin, and ran her hand over his body slowly.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams, not related to Tennessee Williams in any way

Blake came back from the mists of Morpheus guided by Helene's gentle hand as she ran it over his body, caressing his skin slowly. Her delicate lips that kissed his neck made him crack his eyes open and look around in the dim light. Oh right, the trailer. Then he saw Helene cuddled into him, pressing her body into his, touching her soft skin to his. She met his sleepy gaze and smiled and he smiled instantly back, raising a hand to rub his eyes.

"What is it? You want me to go already?" he asked but then sensed again how she was touching him and in her eyes he saw something different. His cock awakened, filling with blood, as she scratched his side and dug her nails into his buttock.

He reached and drew her up, hungrily biting into her lips, recalling how passionate her kisses could be. He wanted more of those... as much as she was willing to give him. Embracing her he broke their kiss and blew some air at her neck, chuckling as she shivered. "Or perhaps you want me to stay some more?"

 

[soliloquy]

Helene just kept kissing him. She didn't need to ask him to stay. She was telling him by never letting her lips leave his. His mouth was so delicious, and she couldn't get enough of it. She hugged him tight and just delighted in the feeling of skin on skin.

She sighed into his mouth, letting him know just how much she wanted him to stay. Her thoughts wandered over his body rather than her hands. She felt safe in his strong, hard body. She felt like a child again, soft and warm in her father's embrace. But this wasn't her father, and she wanted so much more.

Ripping her lips from his, she looked into his eyes. "I can't get enough of you," she whispered. "All I want is more." And then she dove down onto his mouth again, sliding her tongue into the haven of his mouth. A soft, breathy groan was shared between them.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

"Me too!" Blake muttered between their passionate kisses, their tongues dancing rapidly licking at each other, mixing their saliva. "God I love your lips... Helene" He moaned more than said her name as she bit his lip.

He turned a bit and wedged his thigh between her legs and slid it up to her pussy, resting his skin against her soft lips. He moved his leg a bit, enjoying the feeling and kissing her again, this time softer but by no means less passionately.

Blake slid his hand down Helene's side, marvelling again at the softness of her skin and put his palm on her bottom, squeezing and massaging her buttock. He was feeling better and better and didn't want to leave, he wanted this night to last very long.

"I guess I'll stay longer," he said, putting a finger on her lips, stopping her for a moment from kissing him although he wanted to devour her lips and tongue. "You are very convincing." He smiled and licked her lips. Instatntly she caught his tongue and drew him closer, continuing the kiss.

 

[soliloquy]

Helene slid against his leg, reveling in the feel of his coarse hair against her pussy lips. Her lips nibbled and sucked at his lips and tongue. He was intoxicating. She felt high or drunk, but was startlingly sober at the same time.

Tremors ran through her body as she felt his leg lodge harder against her pussy.

Suddenly, she was reminded of a night not too long ago. The moon, the stars...all in her head tonight. But...

She broke the kiss as suddenly as all of this had started. He looked at her inquisitively.

"Come with me," she said, rising from the bed and slipping her shorts and tank top on her naked body.

"What?" he nearly sputtered, obviously thinking she was cutting him off.

She caressed his face and gave him a deep kiss, wrapping her hand around his cock. "I promise not to forget about this. I want to show you something. Will you come?"

Confused, he rose, letting her help him with his clothes. "What's all this about, Helene?"

"You'll see," she said as they slipped out of the trailer and off the grounds of the shoot location.

She led him over a hill and through the sparse woods that surrounded the site, careful to watch that his foot wasn't bothering him. As they broke through the woods, they came upon a sight that never failed to make her gasp, and apparently had the same effect on Blake.

There was a small pond with all the majesty of a lake. Even in the midnight sky they could see the swan over by the other shore. The water reflected the millions of stars that seemed to blanket them.

She turned to face him. "I discovered this a while ago. I didn't tell anyone about it because I like to come here to be alone."

They stood in silence before she led him to a small bench. "But being alone is very...cloying...after a while." They sat, and she turned to face him. "So, I wanted to show you." She kissed him lightly on the lips letting the night enfold them in its embrace.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Lost in Helene's kissed Blake was slowly falling deeper under the charm of her kisses and caresses. He held her very close to him, skin brushing skin, their lips melting in the heat of their passionate kisses. He was stupefied when she broke this magic and had him get up and put his clothes on, for a while he thought she wanted him to go. However when she kissed his lips, probing his mouth deeply with her tongue and squeezed his cock, assuring him she was still interested he regained his calm and got up, dressing quickly with her help.

Slowly he limped, following her as she led him by the hand somewhere beyond the territory of the set. They didn't speak, Blake was trying to walk so as not to put too much strain on his foot and was making quite a good job of it. As they passed the small wood and came into open space he was rooted to the ground in the place he was standing.

The view made his sigh in delight and awe. It was an oasis of peace, tranquility and solitude, a place where you went to regain your peace of mind or just be close to nature. The place was like taken from a fairytale. A romantic pond, a dozing swan, moon and stars dancing on the surface of water, crickets fiddling in the grass... It was an enchanting place and Blake was honoured Helene decided to share this with him. This was a very gentle present hw would treasure and keep to himself only. For a short moment he felt as if they had entered a painting.

They sat on the bench and Helene broke his reverie with a soft kiss he immediately responded to. He wound his arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer and sharing body warmth. Slowly their kisses were getting more passionate but not hasty. Slowly they worked their pleasure up with lips and and tongues dancing sensually together to the waltz of the stars and moon on the pond. Moved by Helene's tenderness Blake whimpered into her mouth a few times, holding her delicately in his arms.

"It's beautiful here, just like you are beautiful, Helene. Thank you for showing me here," he whispered and kissed her cheek.

 

[patford31769]

Jamie

After dancing the night away, Mike and I somehow managed to show up on time on the movie set this morning. Surprisingly, neither of us was really all that tired, either.

This morning, at rehearsal, the director gave our diva star Helene just one line to deliver. The scene had a gigantic billboard painted background of rugged and majestic mountains. Helene was supposed to look out at these mountains, and declare "Nature can be so spectacularly beautiful!" The problem was, neither the star nor the director could decide exactly where to place the emphasis in this sentence.

"NATURE can be so spectacularly beautiful!" Helene gushed.

"Cut!"

"Nature CAN be so spectacularly beautiful!"

"Cut!"

"Nature can be SO spectacularly beautiful!"

"Cut!"

"Nature can be so SPECTACULARLY beautiful!"

"Cut! I think I liked it better with the emphasis on SO."

"Nature can be SO spectacularly beautiful!"

"Cut! Let's try it again with the emphasis on SPECTACULAR once more."

Slate. "Act 2, scene 5, take one hundred and eight. GO!"

"Nature can be so SPECTACULARLY beautiful!"

"Cut! That's close, but it's still not quite it. But I think that will have to do for today."

All the stars and crew left for the day now, leaving just us two interns, Mike and me, on the set. We just grinned goofily at each other.

"What?" Mike asked.

"Helene's line just got me thinking, is all. I was remember us dancing last night. How great your manhood felt in my hands. 'Nature can be SO sepcatcularly beautiful!'" I grinned.

I looked at Mike's grin. "What are YOU thinking about, Mike?"

"I was just remembering how great you looked in that shower stall, when you removed your lime-green bikini bottoms, and you first showed me your beautiful hairy pussy. ''Nature can be SO sepcatcularly beautiful!'"

We both ducked around the backside of the gaint billboard of the scenic mountains, where nobody could see us. I unzipped his pants as he unzipped the side of my black leather miniskirt. Neither of us had any underwear on. "Nature can be SO sepcatcularly beautiful!" we laughed in unison, taking several long moments to just admire each other's naked genitals.

He bent his middle finger, and slipped it into my pussy, stroking my clit on each inward thrust, and massaging my G-spot each time his finger withdrew. Meanwhile, I wrapped my left hand around his cock, and I began slowly stroking him. I loved feeling him grow longer, thicker, and harder, his skin stretched so tightly around his hard-on, and feeling so smooth against my palm and fingers. As he got harder. I squeezed his cock tighter as I pumped his pulsating shaft ever more vigorously in my hand. "Nature can be so spectacularly BEAUTIFUL!" I cooed, stroking his cock faster and faster, and squeezing it harder and tighter. He was moaning softly, which was the most beautiful music to my ears. He increased the pace of his finger's explorations inside my hot, wet, tight pussy, which soon had ME moaning softly, too.

I squeezed his cock so tightly now, that I could feel every bump, every ridge, against my stroking palm. With a gentle "pop!" sound, a single drop of his come oozed out of his cock. This single bead of his come was the same lustrous grey-white as the finest pearl. And as pure as a single soap bubble. "Nature can be SO spectacularly beautiful!" I smiled.

I wrapped my left hand around the base of his shaft, and my right hand around his cock head. I twisted my left hand and wrist clockwise, and my right hand and wrist counter-clockwise. He let out the deepest, most masculine, most wonderful groan I had ever heard, as a thick, milky-white stream blasted out of his cock, all over my right hand and wrist. I just looked at his come, in deep admiration. "Nature can be so spec-TAC-ularly beautiful!" I moaned, in total awe of his thick white come on my wrist.

Mike and I just looked at each other.

"That's IT, Jamie!" Mike smiled. "That's EXACTLY how Helene should deliver that line! With the emphasis on 'TAC'! Spec-TAC-ular!"

"I know," I nodded. Then I laughed. "Helene just doesn't have somebody to inspire me, the way YOU do, Mike darling."

"Actually," he smiled, "I think she DOES have someone who inspires her!"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you see that starry-eyed look of love in her eyes today?" Mike grinned.

"WHAT look of love?" I challenged.

"The way she kept looking all googly-eyed at Blake all day. The same look of love you're giving ME right now, Jamie."

"Oh?" I laughed, tickling his ribs. "And what makes you think I love YOU, mister high-and-mighty Michael? And what do you know about the look of love anyway? Huh?"

"Because," he replied calmly, gently, with quiet self assurance, "when I was shaving this morning, I couldn't stop thinking about YOU. And I saw that same look of love in my own eyes, reflected in the mirror. The same loving look you're giving me right NOW!"

"So you love me?" I laughed.

"Yes," Mike replied very seriously and solemnly. "I LOVE you, Jamie!" he shouted.

"I love you too, Mike," I softly replied, kissing him eagerly, passionately on the mouth. Our kiss made his cock stiffen, and another pearly drop of his come escaped. I leaned down and took one long, slow lick up his shaft. I couldn't resist him any longer. I opened my mouth wide, and I slipped my lips down over his manhood. As my mouth slid down over him, he thrust upward. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder and harder. It felt so wonderful to at last have my mouth so full of Mike now. He was thrusting and throbbing on my tongue, on the roof of my mouth, and it felt so AMAZING. I just kept thinking "Nature can be so spec-TAC-ularly beautiful!" but my mouth was now too full of cock for me to actually say this aloud. The best I could manage now was a muffled and very contented "Mmmmpph!"

And then he came again. I loved the feel and the taste of him shooting so powerfully into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed hard, repeatedly, reveling in the taste and the smoothness of his come gliding down the back of my throat. I sucked him even harder now, and he quickly came again, splattering powerfully against the back of my throat. "Nature can be so spec-TAC-ularly beautiful!" I cried out, as I swallowed very rapidly.

I backed off of his cock, and I kissed him hungrily, passionately, feeding him a taste of his own come. He stopped kissing my mouth, and he eagerly dove for my pussy, skillfully, expertly licking and sucking and nibbling on me, until I came more times than I could even count. I was thrashing, I was moaning, I was screaming in pleasure and fulfilled lustful desires. And I was thoroughly soaking his handsome face with my rapidly-flowing pussy juices now.

"Mmmm!" Mike moaned. "You taste SO good, Jamie! Nature can be so spec-TAC-ularly beautiful!"

"Tomorrow, we'll have to tell the director and Helene exactly how to say that line," I grinned.

"Do you think they'll listen to US?" Mike asked, "We're just interns."

"Probably not," I laughed. "But maybe if we SHOW them, like this, they'll listen!" We both laughed now.

We engaged in such pillow-talk for a while longer. Then we fell asleep, our arms and legs wrapped around each other.

We both awakened about two hours later, still lying on the ground behind the huge mountain-scene billboard. My pussy was very hungry, and Mike's cock was very hard.

"I love you!" we both called out in unison.

"Fuck me, baby," I cooed softly. "I want you to fuck me, Mike honey. I NEED you to fuck me now, Mike my darling!"

I wrapped my hand around his very hard cock, and I pulled him closer to me. "Fuck me, baby!" I softly repeated, half begging, half commanding.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Just to let you know that Karen - remember her ? - is withdrawing - no pun intended! LOL

Great job you two lots of two.

I just hope you can agree what day it is!

Apologies to Pen aka can't even remember his charrie name! ... but a girl can only wait so long in a trailer on her own!

{{{{huggies}}}}

DM x

 

[soliloquy]

Helene kissed him softly, speaking between each brief kiss. "It's what I think heaven will be like for me." Her lips lingered on his as she reveled in the sharp electricity that passed between them. "I think I will miss this most of all once the shoot is over." She didn't know if she was talking about the pond, or his lips. It didn't really matter.

Helene rose to her feet and for a moment held his head against her breasts. He turned his head and took a nipple in his mouth along with the soft cotton of her tank top. She moaned, and her moan echoed into the air. She pulled his head away from her breast and leaned down for another kiss, thrusting her tongue against his eagerly.

There was nothing like this in the world: being so deliciously wanton in the most beautiful setting like this. She rose again, and he followed her, not wanting to break the kiss. She held him away with a smile of reassurance.

Before his eyes, she stripped off her tank top and threw it on the bench. He tried to move forward, but again she stopped him. She slipped her shorts off, bending at the waist for maximum effect. She heard him groan, and she quickened, shedding her shorts and discarding them without ceremony. He stepped towards her just as her hand pressed between her legs.

She leaned in and kissed him lightly and then brought two of her fingers up between their mouths. She watched him, her eyes hooded with desire, as he took the two fingers into his mouth and sucked in such an intense, erotic move that her knees began to waver. She grabbed him and pressed her face into his neck and slid her fingers out of his mouth. He was breathing hard as her hand traced the zipper of his pants.

Before he knew what was happening, Helene had unzipped him, unsheathed him, and held his straining penis in her hand.

"Here," she gasped, "now..." And with that, she guided him to the lush gras below them.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Blake was in heaven again, not biker heaven this time but a place completely opposite to that, which needn't necessarily mean hell. The many tastes and scents of Helene made him dizzy and her kisses were intoxicating him to the point where he wasn't anymore sure what exactly was happening. No woman ever had such an effect on him and he was revelling in this new experience.

He gasped when Helene finally freed his cock and held it in her warm hand, gently squeezing and massaging with minute motions. Sliding down from the bench to join her on the grass Blake removed his t-shirt and embraced Helene, kissing her very deep yet still sensual. He didn't want to violate this scene with haste or impatience. Not breaking the kiss he wiggled off his jeans with her help and in a while both of them lay completely naked, basked in the gentle glow of the moon. Warming each other with their bodies and kisses.

Their embrace was tight but Blake found enough space to maneuvre his lips to Helene's neck, kissing her skin and nibbling on it. He felt her warm hand massaging his member with long, loving strokes. His own hands were embracing her with one clamped on her bottom, he absolutely loved they way her buttocks felt.

Desire was burning through him, he wanted to be inside her again, feel the hot wetness of her pussy that felt so wonderful around him. Kissing her neck and shoulder he was repeating "I want you!" over and over again and he felt her squeeze him harder.

 

[prometheus 2]

mike

Was I dreaming this or what it all seemed so surealistic, yet so real.

After a night of dancing and teasing each other with touches and words that were steadily builidng up toward the need to bring this relationship to sexual resolution, we both had become too tired to bring it to that conclusion.

I had delivered Jamie to her room with promises of contiuing on this merri-go-round of pleasure as soon as we were rested enought to enjoy every moment of the wonderfull ride.

So, was I dreaimg all of this or was it actually the next day and as we continued to play were we at this point of no return again with each of us wanting to fuck so bad we couldn't stand it and relaizing that it was going to happen no matter how hard we tried to stop it.

I wasn't sure. If it were a dream as soon as I woke up I would seek Jamie out and express what I had in my dream my love for her and my desire to take that ride with her as soon as possible. Or if it wasnt' a dream to respond to her need and mine too to finally fuck to join our bodies together and satify the needs we had felt and kept at bay for so long.

 

[soliloquy]

"Then take me," Helene moaned, guiding his shaft against her warm pussy. Her hips lifted and lowered slowly, coating his rod in her juices. She was more than ready for a nice, long, slow lovemaking session. The night was built for it. She heard their moans echo in the wind, and it heightened the erotic situation she found herself in.

Found herself in? She had seduced this young man and led him here. All in one night, no less. Helene wasn't quite sure what had come over her, but the way he touched her...she didn't regret it for a moment.

The tip of his cock pressed against her clit and Helene let out a tortured moan, as if she couldn't take any more. He took that as his cue and drove his cock deeply inside her. She sighed as the sensation of him filling her filled her with a warmth that was more than desire, more than lust.

"You feel so good inside me, Blake," she said as her hand stroked his hair. She was tender and loving from the waist up, but her hips bucked against him asking him for more.

He moaned now, his mouth dipping to suck a nipple in his mouth. They rocked together in a relaxed rhythm, no less passionate than before, but with more of a desire to draw it out. As if they wanted the night to never end.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Blake and Helene lay on their sides, facing each other, slowly making love in the middle of the night, with only the moon and the swan as witnesses. She threw her leg over his hip and drew his closer, meaning as he suckled on her nipple, digging nails into his shoulder.

They were in no hurry, no one would find them, no one would spy on them and so they had all the time of this night to spend on making love, pleasuring each other.

Blake wasn't pumping his hips like he had before, now he and Helene rocked together in a sweet embrace, enjoying the intimacy they were sharing. He felt her hot, wet grip on his member and moaned against her nipple, which made her sigh in return. As much as he wanted a repeat of their earlier sex, he restrained himself. This was no place for fucking, only for making love.

He licked his way up to Helene's lips and kissed her hungrily, searching for her tongue with his and they both moaned as their tongues met and danced.

 

[soliloquy]

And so went the night: making love in a setting fit for a Whitman poem. They rocked together to the tempo of the night whispers, and came together, their moans echoing through the night and startling the swan. They had laughed, and laid there for a long while, whispering about anything and nothing all at once.

For Helene, it was like youth revisited. There was a certain innocence to the experience that belied her years of experience. She had touched him, kissed him, made love to him, as if she had never done any of it before. It was exploration of the sweetest kind.

They had finally risen and gone back to the trailer to sleep in each others' arms.

Morning came too quickly, and though she was happy to wake in his arms, she didn't want to get out of bed. But there was work to be done, and he would be around later for more tender moments. She hoped he would, anyway.

She slipped out of bed and down the lot to have her makeup done. She was scolded by her make up artist for the dark circles under her eyes. "You think I am magician?" the Italian said. "I am makeup artist. No more, no less." He had commented on how her complexion glowed, though, and Helene had stifled a girlish giggle.

She was glowing all right. The make up covered her eye troubles despite the complaining before. She looked like a woman in love. Or a satisfied woman, at least.

She was quite sure she could handle even Daniel today. But Daniel hadn't shown up for the shoot that morning. A search went out for the drunken actor. Helene told the story of the night before, leaving out the fact that she was with Blake. It was nice to have a secret in this world where everyone thought they could and should know your business.

They didn't find him until after noon. He had passed out behind a tree, right by the lake where Helene had made love all night.

Trouble was looming ahead, she was sure.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

When Blake woke up he found himself alone in Helene's trailer alone, his clothes folded neatly lay by the bed. Recalling the events of past day he blushed. Jesus... what and adventure. If he weren't here he would think it had all been a very erotic dream. He though he could still taste Helene's kisses on his lips and smell her perfume on himself. Scratching his dishevelled hair he sat up, letting his feet touch the floor and he hissed -- the pain in his foot reminded of itself by pounding mercilessly.

Carefully Blake dressed and looked through the window if there was anyone in the vicinity. He took with him the tool-belt and left the trailer. First thing, he checked the cover of the air conditioner that had almost cut his foot off and rightly so Artie put it back upside down. Blake sighed and slowly corrected the mistake, checking if there was no new damage done. Everything was fine so he slowly limped back to his post and found pops counting cable coils.

"Hey, Pops, watcha doin'?" Blake called cheerfully although his foot hurt more and more.

"Your job, young 'un. What the hell took you so long? I began to wonder if I should have made you my apprentice at all. How long can a repair of one air conditioner take!? Or did you make it an overnight exercise?" Pops questioned, a bit angry and Blake blushed recalling his nighttime activities in Helene's trailer.

"Well kind of. I got injured in the process, too. Say, can I take a day off? Them medics said I need to exorcise my foot in the clinic," Blake asked.

"X-rayed, sonny. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Well, I kind of slipped and the cover fell on my foot. Hurt like hell, too."

"Awrighty. You kin go but I want you to call me in the evening and tell me if you'll be coming tomorrow. Y'hear?"

"Sure thing, Pops. Thanks a bunch!"

At the front gate Blake called for a taxi and went straight for the clinic to have a doctor check his foot. Luckily it wasn't very serious and putting a cast on it wasn't necessary. Blake was told to be careful with his foot and don't walk too much. Happy he went home and fell asleep instantly tired from lack of sleep and his nighttime lovemaking with beautiful Helene.

 

[patford31769]

Jamie

I had my hand wrapped around Mike's very hard cock, and I was pulling him closer to me. "Fuck me, baby!" I softly moaned, half begging, half commanding.

Just then, the phone rang. There was no Mike beside me, just a big, empty, lonely bed. Damn, it was all only a dream. A beautiful, sweet dream, a dream that I was more determined than ever now, to turn into reality.

I was very angry at being awakened from such a wonderful and amazing dream, and I practically screamed into the phone in my anger.

It was Mike!

"Calm down!" Mike laughed. "I just called to say I want to fuck you so bad I just can't stand it. I realize now that it is going to happen, no matter how hard we try to stop it. I have such a dream of my love for you, such a desire to take that sexual ride of pleasure with you as soon as possible. To respond to your need and mine too, to finally fuck, to join our bodies together and satify the needs we have felt and kept at bay for so long."

"I want that, too, Mike," I whispered softly. I then told him of the dream he had awakened me from, of Helene struggling with a line "Nature can be so spectacularly beautiful," and how Mike and I brought that line to life through our love play.

Hearing Mike's voice on the phone now was turning me on beyond belief. "I have my hand down my panties right now, Mike," I cooed seductively. "Your voice is turning me on SO much right now."

"What kind of panties are you wearing, Jamie?" Mike played along.

"They're sheer and black. Thong style. The tiniest littloe triangular front you ever saw, and dental-floss thin string up my ass."

"And a lovely and luscious ass it is, too, Jamie," Mike chuckled.

"What about you, Mike?" I asked. "What are you doing right now?"

"I'm unbuckling my belt, pretending it is your fingers instead of mine," he began in that deeply masculine voice of his that always sends me into a swoon. "Now I'm unzipping my fly, pretending that it is your teeth pulling my zipper downward."

"Sounds lovely," I replied dreamily, my fingers burrowing deeper and deeper into my wet and slippery slit. "Describe your underwear for me, Mike."

He gave me the perfect answer, better than I had dared to hope: "I'm not wearing any underwear, Jamie." Wyhen he said that, I rubbed my clit frantically, and was on the verge of coming very powerfully.

"What are you doing now, Mike?"

"Your sweet sexy voice is turning me on so much, I can't resist wrapping my hand around my hard cock and stroking."

"I'm pushing your hand away now, Mike," I cooed seductively. "Here, let ME do that for you."

We went on talking that way for a while, until we had both come more times than we could count, until it was so late, and we knew we both had to hang up and go to sleep now, so we could get up in the morning and go to work on the studio set.

The next morning, on the set, we both watched Helene struggle with her next line. "Nature can be so spectaculalry beautiful."

Mike and I just looked at each other and smiled. The very line I had dreamed about, the line that had finally sent Mike and me into each other's arms, into bed together. Hearing my dream starting to become reality from Helene's lips was making Mike and me hornier than ever now. Was this at last the time, the place, the long-awaited magical moment, when my very hungry pussy would at last lock itself in death-grip around that beautiful hard cock that Mike had exposed to my eyes yesterday?

Or was I just dreaming all of this again?

Let this be real and NOT a dream this time, Mike! I want you! I need you! I love you! I desire you!

"Nature can be so spec-TAC-ulalrly beautiful!"

 

[soliloquy]

Helene had hastily offered her trailer as a place to revive Daniel. Truth be told, she wanted to be with him when he woke up. She couldn't have him telling her secret to anyone. She couldn't give up Blake just yet, and publicity would demand it of her.

When he awoke from his coma, Daniel looked like shit. His eyes were weary and bloodshot. His face was drawn, and for the first time, Helene saw his age creeping up on him.

He got himself oriented and looked at the people standing around him. "What's going on?" he croaked.

"You got yourself nice and trashed last night, and missed our shoot today." Helene smiled smugly as she saw the director glowering at Daniel.


"Fuck!" Daniel roared.

Following was a nice lecture on responsibility and finances and schedules. By the time it was over, Daniel looked like a drowned puppy. Helene almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

The others left, and there was only Daniel and Helene left. He looked at her as if to try to remember something about her. She knew exactly what he was searching for, but wouldn't hand it to him on a silver platter.

"I'm pissed at you," he said, sounding more lost than angry, "but I don't know why just yet."

She sat next to him. "You know, Daniel, you might be pissed at me, but it's you that you need to be angry with. What are you doing to your career? You're treading a thin line."

He looked at her his eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell do you care? And who the fuck asked you? Like you're one to talk! How much vicodin have you had today to numb you into the ice queen?"

She flinched. "None. I haven't had any since yesterday. The difference, Daniel, is that I don't let it interfere in my work. And besides, I'm going to try to go without it."

Revelation hit him. "You were fucking that kid last night!"

She smiled. "Yes, yes I was."

"You bitch! You refuse me and then go screw some fucking twelve year old?"

"He's not 12, Daniel. And it's my business who I choose to fuck and who I don't."

She could see his brain working and was so concentrated on his gears chugging away that she was surprised when he reached out and twisted her nipple.

"You're going to stop seeing him. You're going to fuck me whenever I want, Helene."

She laughed, "you think so? You must still be drunk!"

"Oh, no, I've sobered up. You will," he said, crushing her breast in his hand, "because if you don't, I will go to the press."

He knew how much her career meant to her, and he knew all the buttons to push.

She looked at him with ire. "Daniel, be a decent human being for once."

He pressed her down onto the floor and lodged his knee roughly between her legs, tearing her costume in the process. "You'll do it, Helene, or you'll risk your career."

She batted against him with her hands. "Fuck you, Daniel."

"Yeah, you will," he smirked.

She was cornered. She didn't know what to do. "Fine."

He fucked her quickly, not caring if she was participating or not. It was the closest thing Helene could think of to consentual rape. She was trying not to cry.

When he left, he told her to be ready for him tonight, and that if the kid was in her trailer, he'd go to the press.

Helene didn't know what to do. She began to cry. Pops. Pops would help her.

She made her way between the trailers to find the old man.