Revelations of SUPERFUCKER, or How IT's Done

I was late for filming that day.

No, don’t get me wrong: I love my work and treat it consciously, simply: it just happened.

I easily ran up the steps and looked into the hall.

Ron, our manager and director, gave me a cold look: the son of a bitch was extremely pedantic. Looking expressively at his watch, he shrugged.

- We started two hours ago.

I chuckled vaguely and asked if there would be any work for me.

— I haven’t fucked in a week,” I winked at him.

Ron winced. Strangely, I have never seen his lust manifested in the workplace. For him, the porn business

was just a job.

- We'll finish the first scene soon. Then a short break, after which your “exit”. We'll be filming upstairs.

- OK, boss.

I headed towards the stairs, but, attracted by interesting sounds, I looked into the room where filming was now taking place. And just in time:

A pretty blonde was kneeling in front of Sam, my old colleague. Sam's huge penis (I always envied him - mine is a couple of centimeters shorter) was clamped in the lady's right hand, her left hand was squeezing his balls. Sam moved his hips, plunging the head in and out of her mouth. It looked like he was already at his limit, and the finale would not be long in coming.

I immediately noticed that my colleague was lucky with his partner: the girl was clearly worthwhile. Even though her lips had already had a lot of work done, they still wore bright lipstick, her hair was neatly styled, and overall she gave the impression of a very well-groomed bitch.

Meanwhile, Sam closed his eyes, convulsively thrust his “weapon” deeper a couple of times and, pulling it out, hit his partner in the face with a powerful jet.

And just at that moment she noticed me.

Our eyes met, and I immediately knew: it was her. It was as if I had been hit by an electric shock—you know, I guess, how it happens. I looked at her, inexpressibly beautiful, and felt that I was falling in love like a boy.

Long cloudy streams of sperm hit her face, entered her mouth, and flowed down her lips. A few drops froze in her hair and sparkled like diamonds: or rather, pearls, considering their color. Her eyes, fixed on me, burned with an insane fire. Thin fingers grabbed Sam's penis so tightly, as if they wanted to tear it off.

And then Sam couldn’t stand it: he grabbed her head with both hands, pulled her sharply and again plunged his handsome man into her plump lips. She greedily grabbed him with her mouth and let go of her right hand so he could go deeper into her.

Sam's buttocks squeezed rhythmically: it seemed that the eruption continued inside with renewed vigor - always envied his seed reserve. The damn bitch continued to look sideways at me, only now her gaze became clouded, her eyelashes began to tremble: she was cumming. She came without touching her clitoris.

This went on for a long, damn long time. A crazy thought even occurred to me that Sam would never leave her mouth, that he would continue to rock back and forth, clutching her hair. Hmm, I would understand him perfectly.

After a while, her gaze cleared. Sam's dick still rested in her lips, and it continued to bring her pleasure, but the orgasm was over.

Finally Sam went limp. His face was red, as if about to have a stroke, and glistening with sweat. He pulled his trembling penis out of the girl’s mouth (incredibly, his “bald fool” continued to ooze), but a second later, unable to resist, he plunged it back in again.

She didn't mind. She only managed to smile at me with her lips sticky with sperm, and immediately accepted it. She didn't take her eyes off me the entire time Sam was enjoying the last shreds of his orgasm.

But everything comes to an end. Sam tore himself away from her, looked at me with a half-mad look, and staggered out of the room. It seemed to me that he urgently needed medical attention.

I looked at the girl. I suddenly realized that she was beautiful, indescribably beautiful - expressive blue eyes, capricious upper lip, cheeks with tiny dimples. She was still on her knees and smiling at me from the corners of her mouth. Sam's cum dripped down her chin and onto her beautiful, heavy breasts. One of the drops froze on the hard pink nipple.

I suddenly realized that I was madly staring at her with all my eyes, forgetting about the rules of decency. Forgetting about the cameraman and director, who were busy with their cameras and discussing the shooting.

The girl was embarrassed, as if I had just walked in and found her naked. She shyly lowered her gaze and removed a strand of hair soaked with sperm from her forehead with the fingers of her left hand.

And I quickly went out and leaned my back against the wall, breathing excitedly - neither give nor take a young man in love from the pages of a naive medieval novel.

I was still full of impressions from what I had seen when it was my turn. It was going to be a classic scene - me, her and her holes. Unfortunately, my partner was no comparison to Sam's. I looked at her skeptically until the director announced the start of filming. John, our cameraman, squatted down and took aim at us. We filmed the old-fashioned way, without these newfangled gags, when the bitch who is being screwed also films herself with a second camera. Old John managed to capture all the best shots with two cameras (one of which was mounted on a tripod). As I grabbed the girl around the waist, I thought that John would have been forced to masturbate furiously between scenes if Ron, our manager, had not arranged for him to get one blow job a day (which is not that much, considering the sexual intensity of John's workday). However, I mentally grinned, nothing prevents him from jerking off quietly.

Everything went according to the plan that Ron shared with me before filming began. First, I fell to its source - I rubbed the clitoris with my lips, ran my tongue over the sponges - large and small - trying not to pay attention to the smell - the specific smell of stale raw fish.

Many of my friends envy me - like, the dude fucks chicks and also gets paid. All this is true, of course, but everything would be even better if the bitches with whom we have to deal were more clean.

Soon it was my turn. The girl (damn! I didn’t even know her name) knelt down, brought my handsome man into the light of God and began to take care of him with the professionalism that could only be achieved through vast experience. I had to give it to many people’s mouths, including virgins who still don’t really know how to handle the instrument - so this partner of mine sucked like few others.

Then everything went according to script: I fucked her lying down, then from behind, then standing. No anal, Ron warned me. I grinned: this time I won’t have to trample on her shit tanks.

Our dance of flesh was coming to an end when I noticed Her. She stood in the doorway—as I had just recently—and watched me carefully. There was a slight smile on her lips. My partner sensed that I was on the verge, she slipped out and fell to her knees. She stood in the position in which I had recently observed Sam with his partner. Her fingers squeezed my penis, her lips wrapped around the head.

I turned to her. Her face lost all signs of irony, her eyes carefully followed all the vicissitudes of the action. I noticed that she had already taken a shower and dressed in an elegant blouse and a formal long skirt. Looking at her now, it was hard to imagine that this woman was capable of experiencing an orgasm from someone cumming in her mouth: she looked so beautiful, stern and inaccessible. And only the greedy expression in her eyes slightly betrayed her.

I looked at my lover watching me and suddenly exploded.

I erupted directly into my partner’s mouth, completely forgetting that the final spurt had to be in the frame - so that my viewers could see everything. The girl jerked and tried to push the penis out of her mouth with her tongue, but I was unstoppable. I gushed into it again and again, not caring at all about my audience, not thinking about Ron and Jack. I made sweeping movements, sliding between her lips, and imagined that these were her lips. And it spilled out—again and again.

When this madness ended, I let my partner go. She pulled back and splashed a wonderful fountain of cloudy sperm from her mouth.

Ron was pleased.

- A little improvisation? — he smiled. — It seems that it turned out well.

During the next break, I found out her name. Not at her place, though—at that time she was resting and preparing for filming.

Jesse. Her name was Jessie.

Ron quickly realized that something was brewing between us, and decided to use it for his own purposes. Hmm, he's a manager after all.

I can’t say that I was pleased after learning his script.

But now at least we'll be filming together.

I don't think I mentioned that Ron specializes in expensive porn films. The scenes that we film at the beginning are used to warm up. The fun begins later.

Nowadays it’s hard to surprise a sophisticated viewer. To achieve the effect, proven means are used - beautiful girls (the more the better), tough men with a rough appearance and high-quality surroundings - all sorts of lighting, scenery, costumes.

The men were dressed as medieval nobles - cambric shirts with wide sleeves, leather vests, some stupid pants.

Bob - a bald fellow with tattoos all over his body - did not want to wear them for a long time, declaring that he would look like a fagot, but Ron convinced him that it would not last long, and the pants would soon be removed. My other colleague, a young jock named Fang, got dressed very quickly and was trembling with impatience: it was his first outing of the day.

Jesse and I had to play a couple of lovers returning from a walk and being ambushed by two robbers.

Ron had set up spotlights in advance, several artificial trees, and even got hold of a huge canvas somewhere with a castle painted on it, standing on a hill.

- Are you ready? - Jack asked. — Let's go.

Jesse and I walked off holding hands. We had to walk a few meters to the place where my colleagues were sitting in ambush. Jessie looked at me with her shining eyes, her fingers squeezing my palm. I fell in love. My God, I fell in love like a schoolboy.

Rotate. Tree. "Robbers".

They tied me to a tree and started on Jesse.

The first thing Fang did was tore her dress and exposed her beautiful heavy breasts with pink nipples. (My dick twitched in my pants) Bob squealed and began to knead them with his thick fingers.

Jessie fought back, broke free from her “rapists,” and dramatically raised her eyes to the sky.

Without too much ceremony, Fang threw her to the ground, lifted her skirts and pulled out his handsome man from his pants. Jessie looked at him a little more carnivorously than her role suggested. As he pushed it inside, she looked at me. My dick twitched in protest in my pants.

Fang reigned over her. He jerked his penis in all the way, froze for a moment, then slowly pulled it out, after which the procedure was repeated. Jessie twitched, trying to escape, but Bob held her hands tightly at that time.

Finally, Fang came out of her and stood up.

Jessie lay with her legs spread wide apart and looked at me.

Bob came up. By this time, according to the script, the heroine should have slightly softened her position, but not stopped resisting. Acting according to the script, Jessie brought her knees together in shame. Bob grinned, took his naughty boy out of his pants and shook it.

He ​​then laid down on Jessie, made a few movements, but soon pulled out of her.

Bob sat on her breasts and began to play with her nipples - he rested his head on the pink circle, pressed it in and moved his hips as if he wanted to fuck Jesse right in the nipple.

From her eyes fixed on me, I saw that she really liked everything that was happening. However, soon her eyes disappeared from me - they were obscured by Bob's ass. I leaned over to get a better view.

Bob brought his penis to her lips, but she squeezed them and shook her head. I imagined how hard it would be for her to restrain herself.

Then Bob got down, sat down next to her and began to play with her nipples.

He ​​either squeezed them with his fingers or licked them with his tongue. And when Jessie began to moan, Bob tickled her clitoris with the fingers of his left hand, while his right continued to play with her breasts. And then she melted - she began to breathe heavily, spreading her knees to the sides.

Bob unobtrusively reminded of himself - he easily ran his thick penis over her lips, as if it were an erogenous zone. She lowered her eyes in shame and sluggishly tried to pull away. Bob insisted: continuing to play with the clitoris with his left, he moved the foreskin with his right (he was not circumcised - like me, by the way), exposing the huge fire-breathing head, and again stroked her lips. This time, resistance was clearly difficult for her. But she still pulled away. Bob, noticing the change in mood, retreated and continued his play with her clitoris. He even used his lips and tongue. And then she screamed. Bob pulled away, clearly not wanting to trigger an orgasm prematurely, and began to act more carefully. His dick was still resting near her face, but now he didn't insist. After a while it began to bother her. Jessie looked at the penis, clearly making it clear that she would not resist any longer. But Bob was in no hurry. He towered over her with the air of a winner. And the moment came - she reached out to his head with her lips, her beautiful scarlet lips. But as soon as Jesse touched her, Bob pulled away. She reached out again—he dodged again. And then she, deprived of the help of her hands (Fang was still holding them - it’s unclear why), with a quick jerk of her head, caught the head with her lips (a masterly job, considering the thickness of his penis) and pulled it into her mouth. Bob gave in for a second, froze with his eyes closed, but then resolutely freed himself from the captivity of his lips.

Jessie moaned, even looked at me, as if hoping that I would ask Bob to give it to her mouth. How delightful she was at that moment - greedily open lips, burning eyes.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it either - he perched himself on her face, straddled it like a steed, slid his member into her eagerly open lips and galloped off. From my place I could see that he was entering her the entire length of his naughty man. Jessie hummed, arched, and rubbed her clenched thighs together.

Meanwhile, Fang let go of her hands and took a position on the other side. He lifted her legs up and took out his weapon. For a couple of seconds he froze, as if wondering which hole to prefer, but then, apparently, he remembered that Ron had given carte blanche - complete freedom of action. From where I was, I could clearly see how Fang inserted his penis into the natural opening, made a couple of shallow movements, pulled it out and took a lower aim.

Apparently, out of respect for me (I later learned that Jessie and I’s budding romance was already obvious to the whole group by that time), he acted extremely carefully, and did not rush into it with all his might, “tearing off the seals.” Fang placed the head against her opening and pressed slowly. The first attempt was unsuccessful: Fang's penis was too large for her undeveloped hole. Then he moistened his middle finger with saliva, slid into her and began to actively work inside her. From the way Jessie began to squirm, I concluded that she really liked what was happening. Half a minute later, Fang added a ring finger to his middle finger. Now he acted like a kind of penis - quite thin, however, if compared with what nature had endowed my colleague with.

Bob, meanwhile,

continued to fuck my beauty in the mouth. With one hand he leaned on the floor, the other hugged her neck and the back of her head in a gesture in which a lover usually wraps his arms around his girlfriend’s waist during an act of love. Unlike the fun with Sam, now Jessie could not hold her hand on the penis: it was completely hidden in her mouth. But Bob's balls were at her complete disposal. Jessie grabbed them with her left hand while her right hand pulled him towards her by the buttocks. Sometimes Bob would stop, freeze with his dick in his mouth and slowly take it back, while carefully watching the expression on his partner's face - as if he wanted to remember this scene for a long time. Of course! It's not every day that you get to fuck such a beauty in the mouth. When Fang began his invasion from the rear, Bob was just making one of these stops. He froze with his penis immersed to its full length, closed his eyes and looked exactly like a small child who did not want to part with his favorite toy. Уж не знаю, как Джесси умудрялась дышать, когда в ней покоился такой огромный инструмент (этому может быть только одно объяснение: рот моей возлюбленной самой природой был приспособлен к подобным занятиям). К сожалению, из такого положения я никак не мог видеть глаз Джесси, но я нисколько не сомневался, что она думает сейчас обо мне.

Зато действия Клыка я видел отлично. Пока я наблюдал за его коллегой, сукин сын успел погрузить головку своего крепыша — что совсем неплохо, если учесть ее размеры (диаметр, в особенности). Тут он приостановился, двинулся назад, замер у выхода, обнажив головку наполовину, после чего снова направился вглубь. Надо отдать должное его профессионализму — действовал он деликатно, без резких движений, но с каждым разом проникал в попку Джесси все глубже. К тому времени, когда Боб, немного отдышавшись, восстановил свою активность, Клык преуспел в своих трудах настолько, что Джесси выделила ему одну руку. Догадываясь, как тяжело ей было оставить ягодицы Боба, я мог только предполагать, насколько грамотно работает Клык. Правая рука девушки замерла на миг у соска, словно намекая Клыку о необходимости стимуляции эрогенных зон для полного удовлетворения, затем направилась к клитору. С большим волнением я наблюдал, как ее тонкие пальчики принялись за дело со сноровкой, свидетельствующей о солидном опыте.

Клык показал себя воплощением галантности: его левая рука тут же сжала грудь Джесси, правая легла на лобок. И тогда девушка сама притянула его к себе, словно приглашая вступить в неизведанные глубины.

Когда дальнейшее проникновение стало невозможным, он замер на некоторое время, наслаждаясь полной победой. Пальцы Джесси на его спине сразу расслабились, обмякли — подталкивать его больше не было нужды: теперь она принадлежала им полностью. Боб словно почувствовав это, тоже замер на ее лице. Какое-то время все трое лежали без движения, и я успел подумать: вот она, полная гармония, этим троим сейчас никто в мире больше не нужен.

Они возобновили активность все вместе, словно это был единый организм. Даже Джесси, которая мало что могла сделать из своего положения, не осталась безучастна. Честно разделив между любовниками свои руки, она слегка царапала их, тут же гладила, привлекала к себе.

Когда он в первый раз выскочил из нее, я ахнул: дырочка девушки, еще совсем недавно сморщенная, узенькая и не желавшая пускать в себя даже мокрый от слюны палец, превратилась теперь в зияющее дупло — пугающе огромное и подергивающееся по краям. Оно ритмично сжималось (лишь слегка сокращаясь в размерах) и снова расслабленно округлялось. Мне вдруг подумалось, что ее попка живет независимой от хозяйки жизнью — настолько непроизвольными выглядели эти подрагивания. Затем он снова нырнул в темноту ее попки, вошел резким движением до самого конца, уперся в ягодицы, навалился всем своим телом. И снова резко покинул свою обитель.

Я смотрел, зачарованный, как огромный член Клыка колдует над попочкой моей возлюбленной, превращая ее в некое бесформенное образование — огромное по своему диаметру, но без четких очертаний (судя по всему, анальное отверстие девушки обладало способностью сильно растягиваться — и способность эта была, вероятно, не врожденной, а приобретенной).

Джесси содрогалась теперь всем телом. Я уже подумал, было, что ей больно, когда она застонала — так сладко, что мой член едва не порвал брюки. К тому же руки ее по-прежнему притягивали мужчин к себе.

Когда пришла пора, Боб выскочил изо рта Джесси, завис на мгновенье (за которое она успела вцепиться в его член руками) и открыл шлюзы. Струя хлестнула девушке прямо в рот, и не успела она сглотнуть, как Боб выплеснул вторую.

Поначалу Джесси пыталась глотать все, но это было физически невозможно: Боб изливался неиссякаемым потоком; и вскоре ручейки потекли по щекам моей возлюбленной.

Когда его силы иссякли, Боб вернулся в рот Джесси и застыл в таком положении.

Тем временем Клык действовал по следующей схеме: несколько глубоких быстрых толчков, выход, пауза, медленное погружение.

А как только Боб освободил место, Клык тут же занял его — оставил дупло девушки, которое по диаметру стало уже совсем не приличным. Но погрузить инструмент он не успел: длинные струи падали на лицо Джесси с высоты около полуметра. Когда наши взгляды встретились, ее лицо было покрыто спермой полностью. Губы она не смыкала — видимо, челюсти еще не отошли от недавней нагрузки — и было видно, что внутри все залито спермой. Ее попка бесстыже смотрела на меня огромным темным отверстием. И тут она стала кончать — именно от моего взгляда, а не от действий своих любовников, — и я не сдержался тоже. Впервые в жизни я испытал оргазм, даже без помощи рук — настолько велико было возбуждение.

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