LIGHTS! CAMERA! LUBE! ACTION!! part 1.
"But Mr. Thomas," said the Lady in question. "I thought you said you were going to check out my plumbing!"
Pushing forward again, my straining dick eased a couple of inches more up her seriously dilated back passage. Plumbing? Damn right I was checking out her plumbing. Just not the kind of plumbing she had in mind when she booked my services. Her arsehole was red hot and my pud fucker felt like it was being dipped into a furnace. There is nothing quite like banging the surprised bunghole of your everyday housewife as part of your day job and dick for hire here always made sure he left the customer with more than a smile on her pretty face.
Pulling back so only the bloated purple head of my cock was left in her arse, I watched the rubbery ring of her steaming anus gripping my length as if it never wanted to let me go. The woman had the most delightfully snug profundity and it was an absolute pleasure to make its acquaintance. "Won't be a second, Mrs. Watson," I reassured her. "Just making sure your waste pipe is given a nice deep stretching which will do it the world of good."
"Oh, well in that case," she sighed, giving the penis up her bum a squeeze of understanding. "You do what you have to do, Mr. Thomas. You know, I've always thought I should have a proper seeing too back there every now and then but my late hubby was such a lazy so and so about things like this. "Bugger that!" he'd always say but he never did."
She gave a little startled "Ooo!" as I thrust back in harder so that the whole of my sex buried itself completely up her pooper and I left it there for both of us to enjoy the moment. She was totally stuffed with an arse full of throbbing cock and I could only imagine the sensations she was feeling as I twitched away inside her. My crotch was pressing against her orifice and I closed my eyes trying to suppress the urge to ejaculate into her bowels and make our arse fuck last as long as possible. Pounding in and pulling out for ten minutes straight with her bum cheeks flapping either side of my pistoning schlong made me feel on top of the world.
Given half a chance, I could spend all day showing Mrs. Watson exactly what she had been missing but we were on the clock. For both of us time was money and money was watching us fuck because right about then master of it decided to stick his opinionated oar in..
***
"Cut, cut, cut, cut, CUT!" cried an exasperated voice somewhere down below in the underworld. "For fuck's sake, Larry. Your balls, mate. Your balls are in the fucking way!"
My balls? What the fuck was Spielberg junior moaning on about now? Slightly pissed, I eased back and looked down between the large naked fleshy arse of the woman I was sodomizing and my sexually charged crotch. There, on his back, lay Charles Reginald Sykes with his video camera pointed at the business end of my physical union with the delightful Zelda who was kneeling on the edge of the well used double bed. Her head was down and her arse was up wriggling enthusiastically as I fucked us both through the carnal delights of plowing her tight shit pipe.
"Doris, luv," he muttered. "Do me a favor. Reach under swinging dick here and pull his knackers out of the way so I can get a close up of his prick in her arse."
Stood behind us watching the shoot, Doris rolled her eyes as I glanced back at her. Once upon a time, Doris had been one of our original group of go-to girls but now worked behind the scenes making sure that everything ran smoothly. Charlie was a born moaner and could be a right twat at times but Doris had him wrapped around her little finger and knew exactly how to handle him. Charlie and I go way back to our school days when we were both thirteen or so and always living on the edge of something or other. I shook my head as I watched him fiddling with his goggles muttering to himself. He hadn't changed much in all the time I had known him apart from having a lot less hair. Amazing to think that was nearly ten years ago now.
To add a little spice to our adventures in fuck films, there was also the not so insignificant fact that Doris and Charlie had somehow become an item and were in a tentative relationship. Though calling it a relationship might be stretching it a bit as it was like watching two hedgehogs trying to fuck.
Doris came up behind me and I felt the warmth of her breath on my right shoulder as she patted my bare arse playfully. "You're such a romantic, sweetie," she sighed as she reached under me and grasped my swinging ball sack. "The things I do to keep you happy."
Charlie didn't reply as he was busy blocking and framing his next shot like a pro. Directing had gone to his head now that he had given up appearing in front of the camera and his next gig was always going to be his porno masterpiece. Not that there's much opportunity to pull that off when you're stuck filming in a one bedroom flat above the local fish and chip shop in the West end of Newcastle. Still, that didn't stop Charlie dreaming big hoping one day his ship would come in and he'd make it onto the front cover of Adult Video News.
"'Ere, Charlie," said the other woman in the room. "Get a bloody move on will you. Am I done getting my arse fucked or not? I told you I've got to pick the kids up from school at three," she complained. "I need time to do my make-up as there is no way I'm doing the school run without some slap on. Oh, and another thing, don't forget you promised me a straight fifty if I let Larry stick his thing up my bum and finish off on my face." she reminded him. Zelda, a stocky, bosomy, bleached blonde, thirtyish single mother of three, was staring at us over her shoulder with a frown on her soon to be covered in my jizz face. The woman was a Newcastle lass born and bred and didn't take crap from anyone. Least of all a skinny, balding little twerp like Charlie who was kneeling down beside us preparing for the next scene - the spunk bath. The silly bugger was still wearing those plastic goggles that made him look like a reject from the Benny Hill Show.
Charlie and I had been doing porn for just over a year and I had met Zelda a few times before. Along with Jackie, Anne, Deborah, Faith, and Christine, she was part of a small group of women we regularly used in our porno flicks and who was originally a close friend of Doris who thought she might be interested in earning some cash in her spare time. Times were hard and money was tight and people - especially women, did what they had to do to make ends meet. As the saying goes: pussy is always in demand and many are those willing to pay to watch that pussy get fucked.
At last, the leader of our depraved little band was ready to go. "Are we still plugged in, Doris?" he asked her as he checked his camera again. Doris gave our recording gear the once over and a thumbs up. Time to rock and roll. At fucking last.
Doris came back over holding the three-page shooting script and made a couple of notes on it. As far as the script went, Charlie pretty much left the overall story outline for her to come up with as he was only interested in the down and dirty of the action. Doris had a way with words and an imagination to match. The woman could write some funny shit when she put her mind to it and over the thirty or so movies we had all done together, she had me roleplaying everything from a plumber, pirate, rent collector, and vicar to a doctor, astronaut and more. It's not every bloke who can say they've fucked a woman as James Bond, Fred Flinstone, Batman, and Kermit the fucking frog.
But even with something as basic as porn, there are rules that need to be followed because Joe and Jane Public have certain expectations for what they want their porn to be. To get from here to there, you have the freedom to do variations of this, that, and the other depending on how depraved you are/want to be. Everyone has a kink and the trick to making good porn is finding that kink and massaging it until it explodes. Simple.
Zelda was a game girl. She knew the ropes and what was required of her. Gives head like a trooper and can pretty much take most of me down her gullet without gagging. Though, to be honest, I'm not exactly swinging around a baseball bat here. On a good day, I can float the boat out to respectable with a decent amount of fat to go around.
"Alright, pet," directed Charlie as he shuffled closer to us. Zelda had slipped off the bed and was kneeling all naked and pink at my feet with me standing there fisting Mr. Piston to keep him awake. "Let's have a nice deep sloppy blow job from you and let Larry jerk off into your mouth when he's ready, okay? Head back. Tongue out. Larry, make sure you squirt all over her face before you pop your cock back into her mouth for her to suck it clean."
Charlie fixed his goggles then put the camera to his eye. Zelda blushed as she glanced between the pair of us waiting for the fun to begin.
"Okay," he said finally, "One, two, three - ACTION!"
And away we go.
***
This woman could suck an orange through the eye of a needle.
Tightly gripping the cheeks of my backside, Zelda was vigorously bouncing her head back and forth over my undulating crotch as she sucked the life out of me. Her lips were wrapped around the breadth of my cock as they ascended and descended over the length of my slick with saliva shaft. Each upsuck had me on tiptoe as I felt my prostate tingling and my arsehole tightening due to the stimulation. Holy fuck. At this rate, she was going to turn me inside out and upside down with pleasure.
She popped my dick out of her mouth and took a quick breath. "God, I love your cock, Larry!" she gasped. "I could suck on it all day!" Back down she dropped and away we went again as I clasped her head between my hands so that I could fuck her face and have some control over the situation. To our right, through my sexual haze, I could hear Charlie yapping away like a rabid Chihuahua directing us to do this and do that. For Christ sake, shut the flying fuck up, you bossy little tosser.
Then I felt the surge in that special place between my ball sack and arsehole. Time for lift-off was fast approaching and I could feel my engine getting ready to deliver the mother load. The haze was washing over me as I let go of her head and pulled my red hot prick from her mouth whilst pushing her head back with my left.
"Open wide, sweetheart," I managed to gasp. "Time for Uncle Larry to give you a spunk bath."
Automatically, the woman did as she was told and stuck out her tongue for me to wax lyrical on it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped as I stood over her fisting my meat like it was going out of fashion. Zelda had taken a few facials from me in her time and knew that I squirted out a decent load.
Next thing I knew, Charlie had scrambled forward so that the camera lens was about six inches from my swollen cock head and he was yelling something at me. But I was too far gone as the first burst of freshly made spunk rocketed up my pipe and exploded over her flushed and expectant face coating it and her tongue in a thick stream of jizz that made her squeal with delight.
And still Charlie wouldn't shut the fuck up.
"On her tits, Larry!" he ordered. "Do it on her fucking tits!"
So I decided to shut him up in my own way.
Before the second surge erupted from the head of my vibrating weapon, I turned it towards the irritating little turd kneeling next to me and fired another huge squirt of cream in his direction. The stream of spunk hit him right between his begoggled eyes and the copious weight of it slithered down his nose to dribble off the tip with most of it pooling along his top lip. For an infinite second, there was a stunned silence in the room before I heard Doris gasp behind me.
Charlie stared cross-eyed at his spunk covered nose before letting out a strangulated grunt of stunned fury as he fell comically backward onto his arse. He was about to give me hell when he realized if he tried to say anything he'd end up with a mouthful of my junk so he scrambled to his feet, threw his camera onto the bed, called me a muffled "Wanker!" and stormed off to the bathroom with Doris right behind him.
Zelda looked up at me wide-eyed. "Larry," she whispered, "What the fuck?"
I shrugged and smiled down at her. Yeah, well, he had it coming. Literally. I tapped her stained lips with my still spunking cock as what was left of my spend oozed out of my pee hole. Like the bad good girl she was, she opened wide and proceeded to suck my boner and balls dry before we both cleaned ourselves up and got dressed to leave.
Looking back, I guess this was the moment when things began to change between us. Life was beginning to play her hand and I knew I had to move on. Our adventures in making dirty movies were coming to a natural end and at the ripe old age of twenty-three, I figured it was finally time to sort myself out and grow the fuck up.
This was all a lifetime ago.
***
Twenty years later found me wandering around the aisles of my local supermarket pushing a half full trolley when the mobile phone in my pocket suddenly began to vibrate.
Fumbling, I stepped to one side and held the phone to my right ear. "Hello?" The place was busy with people doing their daily or weekly shop and I had to cover my other ear so I could hear who was on the end of the line.
There was a slight pause. "LARRY?!" shouted the caller. "LARRY IS THAT YOU?"
"Yeah, yeah," I shouted back, "Who is this?" Whoever it was sounded frazzled and agitated as I spotted a familiar face who was idly browsing the meat department. That was one fine looking woman. Mid-fortyish, tallish, tawny brunette with what looked like a curvy bosomy figure under her long dark coat. She was definitely one who would catch the eye no matter where she went and I had noticed her a couple of times in here. But women like that were usually married with two point four kids and a nice house in suburbia. Must be nice to go home after a long day at work to some serious pussy like that waiting for you.
Even though I'd only been using this place for just over a month, you begin to notice the same faces going through the same routines. Maybe some of them were up for a little excitement if push came to shove and I chanced my arm. Not that I would. Being newly single and fancy-free, the last thing on my mind was getting back on that love train. A quick wham-bam-thank-you-mam was one thing but, as of right now, I was all relation shipped out and I needed life and work to get back onto an even keel.
The guy on the other end was muttering something to someone when I suddenly realized who it was. "Charlie?" I said, sounding surprised.
"Hey, Larry," he replied. "It's been a long ass time."
That was an understatement. Two fucking decades give or take.
"How did you get my number?" I asked as I reached up and grabbed a box of cereal from the shelf in front of me. Miss Suburbia was now standing in line waiting to get served as I stared at her taking her shopping out of her basket and putting it on the counter.
Charlie sounded older. "Ah, you know. A friend of a friend who knew someone who knew someone else who knows you. Same old same. How's life these days?"
"Still here."
He laughed. "Yeah."
Miss Suburbia was leaving the store and just as she was about to walk through the automatic doors she glanced over her left shoulder and looked in my direction. For a moment our eyes met and the world suddenly got very small before she finally disappeared with me standing there like an idiot holding the phone to my ear.
Uh. Bloody hell. Okay.
Distracted, I turned back to the call. "So what gives, Charlie?" I asked, getting straight to the point. It must be one hell of a reason for him to get back in touch after all this time and I was all ears. "Why the call?"
There was a long pause.
"Well..."
***
"Porn."
"What?"
"Porn," he said as we both sat in my bedroom. "You know, movies. Dirty movies."
I stared at my best mate like he'd lost his marbles. Porn? What the hell was he on about? The stupid sod was always coming up with crazy shit all the time but this was way out there even for him.
"I know what a dirty movie is, dipshit. What about them?"
Charlie bounced around on my single bed. "I think we should make one."
"What? Get the fuck out. Stop talking like an idiot."
He shook his head and sat up. "No, no," he said. "I'm totally serious. Honest. I've got my hands on a camera and a couple of machines so we can tape and copy shit. My uncle Sid has a flat above the fish and chip shop we can use when he's on day shift. It'll be great."
Sat opposite him, I could think of several reasons for this all to be complete bullshit. The first was the most obvious. "And who the fuck is going to be in them?"
"You and me," he fired back. He looked pleased with himself and probably thought he had it all worked out. That was his problem. It's one thing having an idea, it's something else trying to make it work. Still, I'd give him props for imagination. He definitely had the touch of Rigsby about him both in manner and appearance with his thinning hair.
"Don't be stupid," I laughed at him. "If you think I'm going to show my bare arse on camera you've got another thing coming. People will recognize us, you moron."
He was still grinning at me. "Disguises, Larry. Disguises. We'll just wear wigs and stuff like that. Besides, I'll make sure whatever we make is sold down South. I know a lad who's got a cousin who works in Soho and he reckons he can get me a nice deal. Homemade porn is the big thing these days. Little old ladies love it."
Frowning, I pointed out another major problem with his plan. "And who exactly will we be fucking in these videos?" Neither of us had a girlfriend and even if we did how the hell would that work? Was he thinking about using the local prozzies? No way. No chance. Not even Charlie would be that stupid. Maybe he had talked his Auntie Susan around to do one. Now that would be really something. His Auntie Susan was an absolute babe and no mistake. That woman had given rise to many a wet dream over the years and what I wouldn't give to have ten minutes shoving my ramma-lamma-ding-dong into her.
Again, Charlie had an answer.
"You remember Doris Smith?"
Doris Smith? The Doris Smith from three or four years ago? I nodded. "So?"
"She's game."
I stared at him. "You're kidding."
"Nope."
"Are you telling me that the Doris Smith who was in our class at College wants to do porn movies with us?" Get the fuck out with that shit. The very idea was bananas. I was gobsmacked. How the fuck had he managed that? Did he get her drunk? Blackmail? More to the point, I was amazed he even have the nerve to ask her in the first place.
"Yup," he replied, looking smug. "And what's more, she reckons a couple of her mates could be interested too. My idea is to get us a small group of girls, say four or five, and just go with them. Keep it small. Listen, I've got to sort out a couple of things money wise but I think we can make a go of it. This is all totally legit and something I've been working on for a few weeks now. So I need to know if you're in or out, Larry."
He'd been working on it for a few weeks? This was all news to me and I was his best fucking mate. Charlie had a regular job working with his old man in the Grainger market on their fruit and veg stall and after finishing college, I had found myself doing boring as fuck admin at a call center near Durham. I shook my head. This was all a bit much. I didn't know what to think. Was he serious? He sounded serious. From what I could remember, Doris Smith was a decent looking bird. All tits and arse from memory. If life was a Scooby Doo movie she was a definite Velma. Back in college, I would have shagged her at the drop of a hat. So was I in? I stared at him wondering if he was yanking my chain and taking the piss. Wigs and shit, huh? Free pussy and our own little harem. Fuck it. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I nodded.
Charlie. You mad bastard.
***
Tyneside lay under an early morning September fog as I made my way up the steep slope of Westgate Road to the place where I had agreed to meet Charlie for the first time in way too many years to think about.
The closer I got to the "Dogs Bollocks" the wider my grin got. Not its official name of course but it had been our favorite Victorian watering hole where I and everyone I knew wasted away our spare time laughing and arguing over a pint of brown ale.
Stepping inside, I stopped for a moment as the memories came flooding back. The old girl still smelt and pretty much looked the same. It was early so only a couple of regulars were hanging around and my attention was drawn to a figure sat in a familiar place. Someone I hadn't seen in nearly twenty years. He saw me and got to his feet as I approached the table where he was sitting. As I got nearer, my gaze was drawn to the top of his head. Well, will you look at that.
We stared at each other for a moment before I broke the ice. "Nice hair," I deadpanned as he shook my hand before I sat down opposite him. Charlie always had been a bit touchy about his receding hairline back in the day and it looked like he had finally done something about it.
"Five grand," he said, pointing to his head. "Viet-fucking-Nam."
I bit my lip. "You went to Vietnam for a hair transplant?"
He made a face. "Fifteen they wanted over here!" He pulled out a comb and ran it through his new frizzy hair which, all things considered, looked pretty decent. As for the rest of him, well, that was a different story.
"Did they take it from your arse?"
Charlie laughed. "Cheeky cunt," he grunted. "You haven't changed much. Still the same old Lawrence Biggs. All cock and no balls," He was the same age as me give or take a couple of months and as the old saying goes - time may wait for no man but for some, it moves more quickly.
I was just about to ask him how life had treated him when...
"LARRY!"
I looked over my shoulder and broke into a wide smile. There, looking as good as I remembered her, was Doris.
She came over and hugged me as I got to my feet. Age may come quicker to some but it sure as fuck hadn't for her. She looked great. Older, sure, but it had only made her more attractive to the eye. Doris Smith had always been a class act and the years had only made that even more so. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and slid into the booth next to Charlie. "Look at you!" she grinned. "You still have your hair!"
Charlie gave her a look which made us both laugh.
"How's my favorite ball grabber?" I winked.
She had the good grace to blush at the memory and laugh. Giving me the eye, she held up her left hand and wriggled her fingers.
"You're married?" Well, blow me down. Of course, she was married. A woman like her doesn't stay single for long. "Who's the lucky guy?"
Doris burst out laughing.
"Hey, wise guy," said Charlie looking hurt.
What? Surprised, I looked from one to the other. Doris sat back and nodded as our drinks arrived. Picking up her glass, she took a sip of beer and stared at me over the rim in amusement.
Well, fuck me. There you go. The last time I had seen them both they were still an on and off thing. I guess Charlie had grown some balls and done the decent thing.
"So you've finally made a dishonest woman out of her then?" I teased him as Doris pressed herself against her old man who gave her a good-natured peck on the cheek. Yeah. It was as plain as day. They were married because they were always meant to end up that way. Opposites attract and they were as opposite as they came. They were a perfect match and I felt a twinge of envy as I smiled at them sitting together looking happy.
"Oh shush you," she laughed, blushing again. "So, Larry," she asked. "What have you been up to in all these years we've missed you."
I took a long slurp of my bottled dog.
Now there's a long story to be told here another time.
***
Two days later and the reason for Charlie's phone call were standing in front of me looking good enough to eat.
Things had happened so fast my head was still spinning at the sheer audacity of it all and, more surprisingly, the fact that I had agreed to it. It was like those twenty years had never happened and we were back in the old routine. Except we were a lot older and, apparently, none the wiser.
"Larry," said Charlie. "This is Tatiana and Svetlana."
It takes a lot to knock me flat on my arse but WOW. I glanced at Doris who had a glint in her eye as she watched my reaction to being introduced to the two new girls. Tatiana was something else and her friend was no slouch either.
"They're from Russia." she smiled.
Ah. That explains a lot. They both had that slightly angular facial bone structure to their features with Svetlana the more feminine looking of the pair. She was about five eight with straight shoulder length brown hair that was parted in the center with a decent looking figure under her thick black jumper. Below, she was wearing a smart dark blue knee length skirt with black stockings and small heels.
Tatiana, on the other hand, was on another level. The girl was over six feet tall and built like one of those East German shotputters you used to see back in the Seventies. There was no fat on her with most of her size down to sheer muscular mass. Her dark grey top was stretched tight across a pair of ridiculous breasts. The word "thrusting" was meant for tits like hers. They were so perfect I wondered if they were real. The rest of her was the same with massive thighs, a huge backside, and long legs squeezed into a pair of tight denim jeans.
She saw me gawping at her with an amused sparkle in her clear blue eyes. Her face was pear-shaped with a straight Soviet nose above a pair of amused ruby red lips. Her hair was cut neatly short and had a strawberry wheat tinge to it. My gaze settled on her smile and as our eyes met I knew this woman could eat me alive as she stepped forward suddenly and captured me in a bear hug that made my pips squeak. She lifted me off my feet before setting me back down and gave me a firm Russian style greeting.
"Zdravstvuj Comrade!" she said enthusiastically before kissing me on both cheeks. "Vee seks, da?"
Seks? "Uh, yeah, sure," I replied, wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into as the other girl came to my side and pressed herself against me.
She gave me a peck on my other cheek. "Tatty speak not English good," she explained as I felt her left hand slip behind me and fondle my backside. "My English okay. Some words not so okay. So, you help with those words, da?"
Tatiana said something in her native tongue and winked at Svetlana who laughed. "She ask if you have a big uh," She frowned trying to come up with the right word."Uh, we say hui. What you say, dok?"
"Uh," I muttered as I saw Charlie and Doris looking fit to burst. "Dick. I think you mean dick."
"Deek. Okay. Deek is good. And cok, neit?" she nodded as she translated what we were saying. "Deek. Cok. Like poosy. Girl poosy. Tatty poosy like big cok." To prove her point, she rubbed my crotch with her right hand before giving her giggling friend the thumbs up.
Oh boy. This one was going to be a fucking riot.
***
Was he fucking serious?
"Let me get this straight," I said slowly as I looked at the pair of them. "You want me to do another porn movie with you?"
Doris nodded as her other half hid behind his pint. "We heard you were back on Tyneside, Larry," she explained. "And we just thought you might be interested. And even if you weren't we both really wanted to see you again."
I stared at Doris before turning to Charlie who smiled sadly at me. "It's been too long, mate. Time to let the old shit go. None of us are getting any younger."
Sitting back in my chair, I took a long, deep breath. Charlie was right. Way too much water had passed under both our bridges to keep harboring old grudges. "I can't believe you're still doing porn," I said finally.
Doris laughed. "Oh, no, it's not like that. After you left, we pretty much gave up doing them after a few weeks. We tried a couple of other blokes but it just wasn't the same so we decided to call it a day. We've only considered doing them again after we met a couple of girls on a night out in the Town. They wanted to make some quick money and things snowballed from there."
Girls? What girls?
***
What goes around really does come around again as far as life is concerned.
We were all in the same place we had been all those years ago. In Uncle Sid's flat above the chip shop about to make a dirty movie about a pair of Russian students and their middle-aged English teacher. Only this time the flat was Charlie's and the fish and chip shop was now a betting shop. Uncle Sid had shuffled off his mortal coil over a decade ago and Charlie found himself in his will. It's like fate was having a laugh.
"We're going to need a bigger bed," I thought to myself as I watched the two young women undress each other until they were both as nature intended as Charlie skipped around them filming the action. Then it was the old man's turn as they came over to me in all their naked glory. Oh hell. My heart was pounding in my ears as they rubbed themselves against me.
"Privyet, Mr. Teecher," breathed Tatiana in my left ear as she reached up to play with my bow tie and remove my spectacles, "Tatty, teecher yebat, neit?"
She glanced at the younger girl. "Yebat, fuck, da?"
Svetlana nodded. "Yebat fuck."
In no time at all they had me standing there in my birthday suit as they played with my semi-erect penis which these days took its sweet old time to get rock hard. They were whispering and laughing between themselves as they knelt there at my feet with Charlie moving around us with his new camera which was tiny compared to the one he used back in the old days.
"Alright, CUT!" he said finally as he stepped between us. "That was great. You two girls did good and look amazing. Okay, that's the intro done so we'll move on to the next set-up which is.." He turned to his wife.
"Blow-job," Doris replied as she sat on a stool, script in hand, watching the action. "Double one on the bed."
Double blow job. No problem. Major knob suckage and ball sack licking by two hot young women who want to please their teacher. There are definitely worse ways to spend a day that was for sure as Tatiana, Svetlana and myself eyed each other up as we waited for Charlie and Doris to get everything set up. I kept staring at the larger woman because she was just so fucking amazing to look at. She had a pair of perfectly round tits that entered a room five seconds before she did and an arse that came in five seconds later. Both women kept glancing down at my erection that was now at full tilt. No wanking was needed to keep happy Larry ready to go.
I lay there floating away on cloud nine letting the sensations of being the meat in a lip-smacking cock sucking sandwich wash over me like waves on a beach. Tatiana was on my right with Sveta on my left with both their lips wrapped around my upright doodah as they sloppily kissed each other.
My rigid cock was one long muscle of sensation. As they kissed passionately, I could feel them using their tongues to caress and rub along my shaft. As they masturbated me orally, they kept giving me little erotic glances as I lay there like a happy hippo in the sun. At forty-three, I was still in pretty good shape but the six-pack had long gone and middle age spread was, well, spreading.
Suddenly, Tatty shifted around and I've got a serious amount of female derriere descending over my face with a bird's-eye view of her bald honey-pot. If ever there was a contest for best pussy this girl would be right up there. Her vagina was like two slabs of beef wrapped tightly around an oyster pearl with large petal-like lips that opened slightly to reveal the rosebud pink hole of her weeping slot.
I reached up and got myself a good handful of bum flesh pulling them apart so I could explore her sexuality further. Above her juicy cunt, the dark sinkhole of her twitching anus winked enticingly and I could only imagine what delights it could offer me. Tatty eased further down and my nose disappeared between the lips of her pussy as she began to gently rock back and forth.
Then I found myself enveloped in a world of female that was at once delirious and frightening. Sticking out my tongue, I felt the girl jerk spasmodically as I found her love button and flayed it back and forth for a moment. Somewhere in the ether, I heard her moan loudly in the common language of sexual delight. Everything around me was warm and dark as I continued to lick her slot and dip inside her passage where I could taste the sweet sour taste of her oil.
With her arse on my face and her huge thighs squeezing my head, I was having a hard time catching my breath so I pulled her cheeks further apart to reveal Charlie standing over us, camera in hand, rubbing his dick through his pants as he filmed us. "Nice one, mate," he said, giving me the thumbs up. "Suck up all that lovely pussy juice. That stuff will put hairs on your chest."
Yeah, but it sure as fuck didn't put hairs on your head no matter how much of it you tasted, you wanker. But the Russian did taste good. Her lube was thick like syrup and slid down my throat in long strands of golden slime. After another couple of minutes, Charlie called "CUT!" and I lay there gasping for breath as Tatty eased herself off me.
Sveta let go of my red throbbing cock, quickly leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips as we shared her friend's juices between us. "Larry like poosey a lot, neit?" she whispered as she licked me clean.
Feeling my heart thudding loudly in my chest, I could only nod as I watched her slip down the bed again and resume sucking my penis along with her friend. I lifted my head off the pillow and saw Doris watching all this from the far side of the bedroom. Our eyes met and the memory of our very first time together on a shoot came flooding back. We were young, dumb, and she eventually, after some serious pussy pounding, ended up full of my cum. All those hours we spent making things up as we went along. Fucking for fun with the money being a bonus.
"Alright, time to get back down to it," said Charlie as he stood there rubbing his chin. "Let's have you two on your backs and," He turned to me as I got up to stand next to him. "Larry, uh, start with Svetta. Stick your dick up her and fuck her for a bit then get on Tatty and do the same. Swap around a couple of times then get them to turn over onto their knees and bang them from behind. I'll just film around you," he said, before adding. "And don't look at the fucking camera!"
Yes, Boss. Whatever you say, Boss.
***
Mounting Svetlana was as good as I imagined it would be.
Her trimmed sex opened up at my first touch and I slid inside her with an ease that made us both gasp with delight. The head of my cock felt like it was resting inside an oven as I made sure she had taken all I could give with my balls bouncing happily against the cheeks of her upturned arse.
Easing myself down, I felt the hard points of her nipples pressing into my skin and I smiled at her as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I didn't need a second invitation to begin slowly fucking her sex and the bed rocked gently back and forth as our intercourse gathered its own natural pace. Tatty had rolled on her right side to watch us and the two of them whispered to each in their native tongue as I got into my stride.
"Yebat' menya, Mister Teecher," whispered the girl under me. "Yebat' menya!"
The one benefit of age, other than experience, was the way it tempered my basic instinct and the urge to climb the mountain as quickly as possible to reach the summit both physically and emotionally. Age made you appreciate the journey and to savor each step along the way and the need to ejaculate had dulled over time so I knew I could last a long time.
Svetlana reached her first peak quickly. I stared into her flushed gaze and watched her eyes go wide and bright before they rolled back with pleasure. It took her a moment to recover and to release me from her grasp so that I could slip from her and mount her panting friend who was mauling her right breast with one hand and furiously masturbating herself with the other.
Once free, I turned to see Tatiana staring at me with a mixture of lust and excitement in her eyes as she rolled onto her back and opened her thighs for me. Holy shit. The woman was an absolute stunner to look at. From her spectacular tits to her hairless cunt, I knew this was going to be one of those all-time fucks that you remember for forever and a day.
As I came over her, she slipped her arms under mine and I could feel her moving her crotch towards my extended and pussy drenched prick. We both looked down between us at our dancing sexes and groaned together as my hot rod said hello to her welcoming vagina. Nothing I could say, or type here, would even begin to describe the feeling of fucking this wonderful lady. Settling down on her firm body, she wrapped herself around me and I didn't need a translator to know that she wanted me to fuck her to Moscow and back as her lips found mine and we kissed.
Somewhere, I could hear Charlie saying something but whatever it was faded away as we were both swept away on the wave of sexual dreams.
***
"CUT!"
Svetta fell forward and I collapsed on top of her gasping for breath.
Somehow I was still going. Still fucking away like a mad man. How long had it been? I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Over an hour. Way over an hour. The three of us were covered in sweat as each of us grabbed a bottle of water to drink. My whole body was beginning to ache from the effort of going from one pussy to the other and back again. My staying power was no doubt helped with the odd intervention by our Director in residence who had the uncanny knack of knowing exactly the right time to say "CUT!"
"Spasibo," smiled the mewling girl as I kissed her cheek. Her eyes were closed and I could feel her right hand under her playing with her well-fucked pussy as I began to pull back and out of her. As I knelt between her legs, I watched my still hard, and very sore, penis emerge from her sex which clung to the bloated purple head as if reluctant to let it go.
Tatty was on her knees next to us and wrapped me in a warm hug. "You neposlushnyy chelovek, Mister Teecher!" she grinned as she fondled my lost member.
Her friend had sat up and was running a hand through her damp hair. "She say you naughty man, Larry," she laughed as she got to her feet and took another long slurp from her water bottle. "Tatty be liking Mister Teecher very much!"
She handed the bottle to the other girl as Doris came over to me. Her husband was standing over by the bay window holding his camera up to the light to make sure he had recorded everything.
Glancing at Charlie to make sure he wasn't looking, she reached down and stroked my erect cock lovingly. "Nice to see you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time, Larry," she smiled knowingly as she looked up from my sausage. "This thing always did know the quickest way to a girl's heart."
Her eyes met mine and held. The same unspoken words from when we first met passed between us again and the soft ache of what might have been washed over me. Maybe if we had talked, really talked, back then things would have been so very different now. I took her right hand and brought it to my lips.
"You were and always will be a moment in time that I wished I hadn't let slip by, Doris Smith," I said truthfully. "But the past is the past."
She stared into my eyes and nodded. "I'm happy," she sighed. "But I think with you I could have been happier."
***
"Konchit' mne v litso," urged Tatiana as I wanked my raw fuckstick furiously over her upturned face as the blood drained from my own with my heart playing hell in my chest. Svetlana was kneeling next to her with both women still naked and pink from our little sexual adventures. I had fucked for Queen and country this day and these two were going to receive their just rewards for royal services rendered.
Tatty reached between my legs and played with my aching balls as Svetta nodded in agreement to what her friend was urging. "Do it, Mister Teecher," she giggled as she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my dick when I fisted it close to her face. "Konchit' mne v litso. Your," she paused trying to say the right thing in the right way. "Sp - spunk, da?"
"Yeah, yeah," I grunted as I felt the splurge coming.
Tatty pressed her face against hers as they saw me suddenly jerk forward onto tiptoe. Oh shit. Here it comes. The tingling between my arsehole and balls exploded into a bright white light and I quickly grabbed Svetta by the hair pointing my piss hole between the two of them.
Both girls squealed and squeezed their eyes shut as the first blast of sperm shot out and splattered all over their grinning faces as I soaked them in a gooey veil of thick jism. The second load was eagerly shared between them as I aimed it straight down their throats that had them both gasping as they ate and swallowed my cum.
The third squirt blinded Sveta and the forth disappeared up the left nostril of Tatiana who shrieked with alarm and blew out an involuntary spunk bubble that popped wetly. Grabbing my exploding pecker, she shoved the tender head into her mouth and I stood there swaying gently with my eyes closed as she deliberately sucked out whatever I had left in the main pipe until I was dry.
Sveta wiped my spunk from her eyes and licked each finger clean before she embraced Tatiana and both women kissed each other long and hard as they shared my seed. The last thing I saw as I flopped back exhausted onto the bed was the pair of them passing my spunk between them as Charlie captured every sordid sexy detail for posterity.
Well, there you go. Leisure Suit Larry rides again.
***
Somehow, we all managed to squeeze into the shower and give each other a good scrubbing down before getting dressed to leave.
I stood looking out of the window at Newcastle life passing by as the two Russian girls spoke to Charlie and Doris about whatever it was they needed to talk about. I felt good. As good as I'd felt in a long time. Sex does that. The afterglow from it makes the world feel like a better place. A place you belong in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Doris hand over a brown envelope to Svetlana who smiled and hugged her.
It was then I saw Tatiana staring at me.
The other three made small talk before the two Russians left and I found myself alone with Charlie and Doris who had begun to pack their equipment away. Time to step out of the fantasy and return to normal life.
Charlie shook my hand. "Thanks," he said. "Thanks for everything."
"No problem," I nodded. He seemed genuine and a bit emotional which was a rare thing for him. Under all his fake bullshittery, Charlie was a decent bloke who knew and understood his limits. Having Doris in his life probably had a lot to do with it.
"Same time next week?" said Doris brightly as I got my coat.
What? "Uh," I replied, sounding confused. Wasn't this a one-time thing? "Next week?"
Doris and Charlie glanced at each other. "Sure," she said. "To film the rest of the movie. This is the first part. Didn't Charlie tell you that?"
No, he bloody well hadn't. I shook my head. "Nope."
"Oh," she said. "But we need to shoot the rest," she blushed. "You know, the bum thing. I thought the title might have given you a bit of a clue." From her bag, she took out another envelope and handed it to me.
Title? I had no idea what the title was. It hadn't even occurred to me to ask and there wasn't anything on the brief notes I'd looked at. I turned to Charlie who went over to his camera bag and rummaged around in it looking for something. Once he found it, he came over and handed it to me. It was a DVD box with a cover on it. I looked at it and laughed for it was only something Charlie would come up with.
"Back in the U.S.S.Arse?"
Some people don't know how lucky they are.
***
Epilogue:
It felt strange sitting here watching and listening to my old school friend and his wife chatting away making small talk as we enjoyed a pub lunch. Everything was the same but different. We were back making dirty movies again as all three of us settled into early middle-age and a life that was slower and a lot less complicated.
Porn was still a side thing for us. Charlie and Doris still had their fruit and veg business that had passed on to him when his old man died five years back and yours truly was still self-employed as an agency grunt. An everyman career I had eventually found myself in after Charlie and I had called it quits and I moved away down South.
The Northumbrian meal was delicious and I glanced up at the clock on the wall above the bar. Charlie's little surprise was due any minute and I was pretty sure he had found another girl for our new group. Tatiana and Svetlana I had already met and Doris told me they had a couple of others interested in joining called Hailey and Wendy who were both in their late twenties from what I gathered. Neither Charlie or Doris had said much about their new recruit other than the fact she was a bit of alright. A ten out of ten Charlie had grinned.
Behind me, the pub door opened and someone approached our table.
"Hello."
Doris was already getting to her feet to welcome our new guest as I turned to see who she was and what she looked like. At that moment, I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Oh," said the woman. "It's you!"
I slowly got to my feet and stared. There standing in front of me was Miss Suburbia in all her spectacularly stunning glory as we both looked at each other in shock and surprise.
Sometimes life can be fucking amazing.
***
The End.
