Jody did that, with Rachel’s camera at close range, the right hole first, then the wrong one.
“Oh my God! That feels so good! Stick your big cock in my pussy! Shove it up my ass! God! God! I’m coming!” But then she actually did start to come, maybe just at the thought of it, of how silly it all was.
Aaron was watching it all intently, stroking himself back to arousal.
“Oh, look at that. Okay Aaron, why don’t you go over and join in on the action?”
Instead of going to the top of the chair to stick his cock in Ann’s mouth, Aaron went behind Jody. And started to kiss Jody’s butt.
“I think I got the wrong guys,” Rachel said. “Oh well, I guess we have to go with it.” She zoomed in on Aaron’s tongue teasing itself into Jody’s asshole. “You going to fuck him?”
A nod. Jody scrunched up a little, reaching back to spread his cheeks. Sam came over to catch how Jody’s cream was spurting out of Ann as Aaron was penetrating Jody. Then the two of them got up and headed over to Brad.
“Your turn, gramps.”
“That’s not in the ***********, boys.”
“Fuck the ***********. Tell me gramps, you like this cock? All covered with your daughter’s shit?” Jody was slapping Brad’s face with it, leaving little streaks of brown. “Want to find out what it tastes like?”
Brad really didn’t get a chance to answer. Or to protest as Aaron pulled off the little jogging shorts, pulled up Brad’s legs. That was enough for Brad to thrash violently, to bite.
“Rubber,” he managed to gasp as he finally got his mouth free.
“He promised his wife,” Ann said.
“Okay, we’ve got invisible ones. Just a sec.”
With that, Brad relaxed. But Jody was pissed. He went back over to Ann, shoved himself back into her butt. “Shit on it honey. Get it nice and tasty for your daddy.” It came back out even more streaked than before. “Here gramps, hows about a nice little fudgesicle.
“Oh. My. God.” Brad was coming as the thing went down his throat. Then Aaron impaled him, and he was spurting with each thrust.
“What about poor Ann?” Sam said. “You guys were hired to do Ann, remember? How about giving her a little dp?”
So the boys went back and dutifully fucked her, front and back.
“Okay, I think we’ve got enough. Not quite sure what we’re going to do with it.” Sam freed Brad, then Ann. “Want a beer? Wash it all down?”
“Sure.”
“I don’t believe you.” Ann came over and grabbed her own beer. “I do not fucking believe you.”
“Didn’t I come out of the water to find you with your tongue stuck up Stephie?”
“That’s different.”
“Why is it different?”
“I don’t know, it just is. So what was it like to have a dick in your mouth?”
“You know what it’s like.”
“You guys want some dinner?” That was Rachel. “We can have it sent up.”
“Yeah, why not?” Brad realized he was still wearing the wig, the stubble, the pot belly. What the heck. Food first then he’d clean up. “I’ll have the ribs. What?”
“Nothing. Okay, what the heck I’ll have the house salad.”
“Okay. Want some wings in the meantime?” Rachel brought over a tray.
“You never answered my question.”
“It was like my first French kiss. It was all tingly and scary.”
“And you came. I was looking at the stuff shooting out of your dick thinking I can’t believe he’s coming just from having a cock in his mouth.”
“Maybe from the idea of it.”
“Then when it was covered in shit?”
“Didn’t you do that? As a pledge?”
“Some. Mostly to the pledges. Look, don’t tell me you didn’t like it. I was looking at your cock.”
“Why are you even asking then? Bitter, spicy. I like really dark chocolate. Sort of like that. Tell you what, why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“Didn’t you see, at the end? They pulled out of the dp and took turns sticking it in my mouth?”
“And.”
“Maybe I came.”
“So you liked it.”
“Just because it made me come doesn’t mean I liked it. God, men can never understand that, can they?”
“Guess not.”
“How about getting fucked? By a real cock?”
“It was like, not for my benefit? When you were doing it with the strap-on it was for me not you. But he was doing it for his pleasure, moving around the way he liked it. I was just along for the ride.”
“So you know what it’s like for me.”
“Maybe.”
“But I’ll never really know what it’s like the other way around.”
“Guess not.”
“So tell me, what’s it like. To use that thing?” She reached under his shorts.
“Imagine your clit was that size.”
“That doesn’t help.”
“Food’s here.” Rachel came over with two dishes. “Hey, honey, I was hearing what you two were just saying and I’ve got to ask you, you ever fuck another girl?”
“With a strap-on. Sure.”
“No, I mean with your clit.”
“Is that even possible?”
“You’ve got a big one, honey. It was sticking right out there while we were shooting. Tell you what, after you’ve finished your dinner.”
“I’m through. It’s going to take Brad forever to get through his ribs.”
“Well why don’t we do a little dinner theater for him then. If you don’t mind?”
Brad mumbled something that might have been a yes. Which meant what? Yes he minded? Or yes go ahead.
Whatever. Rachel had traded her business garb for a bright orange cover up, which she shed now to reveal skin that seemed even darker in the twilight. She pulled up a long pool chair close to Brad. “Come right here honey.” Ann sat down, and pulled up the cover up she had put back on at the end of the shoot. She had not bothered to find out what had happened to the micro bikini.
“Okay honey, I’m going to do you first, just so you get an idea.” Rachel stood next to Ann’s head. “Now honey, I want you to take a real good look at my pussy. Here, run your tongue along it. You know where my clit is. And my vagina. But right in between there’s the pee hole. You ever do much with that? Except pee?”
“Nope.” Which Ann had to do right now, desperately, all of a sudden.
“Ever see a girl pee? Up close and personal?” Rachel found an empty glass. “Now watch honey. See where it’s coming out? Put your tongue right there.”
Ann did that. It was still sour.
“Try to stick your tongue in it.” Rachel tried to squeeze out a little drop. “Oh, honey, your boyfriend never does that for you?”
“Jane likes to be licked there,” Brad said. “Drives her wild.”
“Okay honey, let’s take a look a my clit. I think you’ve got it standing up now. Run your tongue up that way. See anything?”
“Not much.”
“That’s because it’s under the hood. You ever try pulling the hood back?”
“My boyfriend tried that a couple of times. It hurt.”
“Well honey, if you’re going to try to fuck with it, you need to get rid of the hood. Here, let me do it. Now what’s it look like?”
“A tiny little penis.”
“Yep. Now that little thing’s not going to feel like much up your pussy. Or your asshole even. But up your pee hole, that’s a different thing altogether.”
“You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind. God!” Ann grabbed the glass out of Rachel’s hand, just managed to get it in place before she started gushing into it.
“That’s good honey. Get’s you loosened up just right.” Rachel pushed Ann back onto the chair and mounted her, high up on her. Brad could see Ann’s pussy wide open, but something was happening above that, something that Rachel was really enjoying and Ann was sort of enjoying. Maybe starting to enjoy a bit more.