I looked up and smiled. “You did a terrific job,” I said, meaning it. “I really am impressed. This is going to add a wonderful extra dimension to the scene.”
Connie was taken completely off balance by the compliment and my sincerity. All the tension and haughtiness spilled from her and suddenly she became like a little girl, with a blush of pleased and shy color washing over her cheeks.
“I’m glad,” she said softly. “It’s not the kind of job I would ever like to do for a living.”
“Really?”
Connie nodded. “Too much pressure,” she said. “I was conscious every moment that I couldn’t afford to shake or move or even blink for fear of missing some scene that might be important to you.”
“It’s a long way from journalism, I suppose,” my lips wrapped around a gentle grin.
Connie nodded. “With journalism, I get to write and then rewrite, and then send it off to an editor who polishes my words and makes me look better than I really am. Nothing spontaneous happens in journalism. Everything I produce has the benefit of deliberation.”
Lily went skipping passed on the hot pavers, splashing and dripping water. She reached the edge of the pool and dived in, her entry into the water far from elegant. The pool erupted and then she emerged in a froth of bubbles, gasping and giggling.
“Come on in,” Lily cried, waving frantically at me to get my attention. “The water is beautiful.”
I didn’t believe her. As she bounced around in the pool, her nipples looked so hard they might snap off and her arms and shoulders were covered in a rash of goose bumps.
I had been in that pool just yesterday. I knew damn well the water wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t even cool. It was fucking freezing.
I waved back to Lily. “I’m busy,” I said.
Lily would not be deterred. “What about you, journalist lady?”
Connie’s expression turned to stone. “I don’t have a swimsuit,” she said flatly.
The young girl shrugged her shoulders. “So what? I’m nude.”
Connie looked wearily at me. “Really?” she raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged. “It’s the idiotic enthusiasm of youth,” I lamented like an old man. “Ignore her.”
Lily splashed about for a few more seconds and then swum off towards the far end of the pool to annoy the cameramen. I turned back to Connie.
“Do you have any questions that you want to ask me for your article while we’re on a break?”
Connie looked like I had surprised her. “Um… how long is the break before you start filming again?”
I looked up at the sun. “We probably have about an hour,” I estimated. “I want to shoot the next scene outdoors.”
Connie leaned forward. “Another pool scene?”
I shook my head. “There is a garden just over there,” I gestured with my head beyond the high fence that surrounded the pool area. “It’s isolated from view. The whole area has been landscaped. I thought it would make a great location.”
“And you’re waiting for what?” she asked.
“The sun,” I said. “I have this thing about shadows when I shoot outdoor scenes. The last thing I want is the shadows of my camera guys falling over the actresses as they perform.” I shrugged. “When the sun is a little lower we will start filming.”
Connie didn’t say anything, but I got the sense that some secret little part of her was mildly impressed. Maybe she was starting to believe that, to me, my films were more than just graphic sex.
Connie stared off into the distance for a long moment like she was looking for something. “Have you ever thought about retiring from the industry, Rick?”
“At least once a week,” I smiled – but I wasn’t really joking. “I am not enjoying the performing side of my work anymore,” I admitted. “Not like I used to.”
“Is that because you’re thirty? Is that old for a male actor in porn?”
I shook my head. “There are lots of male actors who are just hitting their stride at my age,” I said. “The porn industry is a lot more forgiving with male actors than it is with the girls. Because a guy’s physical appearance is secondary to a scene, no one really cares too much about how he looks. As I’ve said before – it’s all about the girls. Most of them get out of the industry before they turn thirty. They do their films, they make some money, and they get out before they burn out.”
“So if it’s not your age, then why aren’t you enjoying it anymore?”
I shrugged my shoulders heavily. “I think I’m just jaded,” I said. “I’ve made hundreds of films, and slept with maybe a thousand women. Maybe more. The truth is that everything about performing that was so special and such a turn-on has lost its luster.”
Connie watched me carefully. “Would you stay in the porn industry if you retired from performing?”
“Sure,” I said. “I love the directing, and I like working with the actors and actresses. They are all good people. And I like producing films and all the behind the scenes logistics that goes into creating DVDs and downloads.” I stabbed a finger into the air. “And don’t forget,” I said lastly, “I have a considerable investment in technology and property back in France. Money I have sunk into the farm is for the future.”
“Do you think you really could give up performing? How would you go, suddenly not having sex so many times with so many women?”
“I honestly don’t know,” I confessed. “Maybe after a couple of years I would get bored and come out of retirement, like a pro footballer who doesn’t know the right time to walk away. Maybe I would have trouble adjusting to a monogamous kind of lifestyle. I guess I won’t know for sure until the day I decide.”
We left it there. Connie disappeared inside the house, and I figured she was going to make notes. I gathered the cast and crew around me and they followed me single file beyond the pool area and into the gardens.
“We’re going to shoot here,” I announced. “I want everyone ready in thirty minutes. Lily,” I singled the young girl out. “Do you want to do this scene with me?”
Lily nodded her head and I thought it might fall off her shoulders. “Rick, that would be fab!” she gushed.
“Fine,” I said. “We’ll do the scene with you and Becky together. Yvette,” I turned to the sexy young girl standing beside me, “you can take the afternoon off.”
Yvette looked a little disappointed, but that might have been my imagination.
(or my ego).
I spent fifteen minutes laying out the scene for my cameramen, and Walter and I talked about alternative angles and how we would handle the changing light as it began to filter through the high trees overhead.
When I got back to the house, Jilian was doing makeup and Connie was staring out through the big windows, down into the valley below.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Connie turned slowly, her mind still somewhere beyond the window. “I was thinking about dinner tonight,” she lied so smoothly that I almost believed her. “I was wondering what restaurant you were going to take me to, and whether I had time to get my hair done?”
I played along. “We’re going to a cozy little restaurant called ‘Still Water’,” I said. “Very elegant, very swish. And your hair looks fabulous.”
Chapter 18.
The scene opened with Becky and Lily holding hands. The two girls were wearing short summer dresses. There was a small rustic bridge in the garden built over a landscaped stream that meandered through the property. The girls came towards the camera, reached the bridge and paused there for a long lingering kiss. Becky wrapped her arms around Lily’s waist and gripped the rail of the bridge behind her so that the two girls were pressed tight together. Lily’s hand drifted down onto Becky’s bottom and the two girls smiled sexily at each other. Becky’s hands began to roam over Lily’s fresh young body, raising the hem of her dress so that the camera caught a glimpse of the younger blonde’s lace panties high on her hips. Lily’s hands were care
ssing Becky’s body. She tangled her fingers into Becky’s hair and pulled her face close so that their tongues danced against each other. Becky deftly unbuttoned the top of Lily’s dress and cupped one of the young girl’s firm tanned breasts in the palm of her hand.
I stood off camera, watching. The chemistry between the two girls was incredibly erotic. They looked fresh and sexy, and I prayed that Walter and my second cameraman were capturing close ups and wide shots.
There was a gentle breeze in the background, swaying through the trees and palms. It ruffled Lily’s hair and fluttered against the fabric of the girl’s dresses, swishing their skirts. I couldn’t take my eyes off Becky. She was taller than Lily – a statuesque blonde – with an incredible sexuality that just seemed to ooze from every pore of her perfect body. I watched, transfixed, knowing that Becky would steer the action comfortably until I made my entrance.
Lily pulled Becky’s dress open, which was my cue to enter the scene. I paused for just a moment. Becky had her head thrown back, her face tilted into the warm afternoon sun as Lily’s hands slid down and cupped Becky’s breasts. Becky hummed a delicious sound of delight in the back of her throat.
I stepped out of the foliage and began to walk towards where the girls stood on the bridge.
For a long moment, neither girl noticed me. They were completely enchanted with each other’s bodies. Becky pushed one thigh between Lily’s legs and kissed the girl with ravenous hunger.
I had reached the bridge. I stood watching the two actresses until they broke their kiss, suddenly realizing they were being watched. They broke apart and turned to me. Lily’s hand brushed across my cock that was already stiff inside my jeans. Becky cupped my face in the palms of her hand and pulled my head down to hers for a long erotic kiss. In the corner of my eye, I saw my second cameraman move from his position and step into the ankle-deep water of the stream to get a side-shot of the action while Walter hovered, coming in closer in a series of measured steps.
I turned my attention back to the two girls. Becky ran her hands across my chest and then reached to pull my t-shirt off. I put my hands above my head. The t-shirt came off and I stood bare-chested on the bridge. Lily smiled at me sweetly. She ran her hands over my body, and as I looked into her eyes, I saw Becky drop to her knees before me. She ran the palm of her hand against the swell of my cock and then unfastened the button of my jeans. My erection sprang free and Lily dropped to her knees beside Becky so that the two girls could take me in their mouths.
I gripped the rail of the bridge with one hand. Becky took the base of my shaft in her hand and held my cock before Lily’s willing lips. Lily sucked me into her mouth, and then fluttered her tongue along the length of my shaft. Becky joined in. The two girls were squatting side by side on the bridge, cupping each other’s breasts and kissing the length of my shaft between their wet lips.
“I want him,” Lily said softly. She pulled my cock away from Becky and engulfed me with a sudden effort of concentration. Walter came close to capture the length of me disappearing down the young actress’s throat. I braced my legs and gripped the far rail with my free hand. I thrust my hips forward as Lily’s hot mouth swirled and sucked the swollen end of me. I remembered what John Bellamy had said at the restaurant – and he was right – this young girl had an amazing mouth. What made her so good at sucking cock was her raw enthusiasm. She had the ability to soften and then intensify the press of her lips, coupled with an obvious passion and desire to please. I stared down into her smiling face, and then Becky playfully nudged her aside.
“It’s my turn,” Becky said. The girls smiled into each other’s faces and then Becky took over. She wrapped her lips around me while Lily watched on with close fascination.
Becky’s mouth was like a warm wet tunnel for my cock. She took me deeply between her lips and then wrapped her fingers lightly around my shaft and began to work her hand and mouth together in a slow seductive rhythm. I felt my hips begin to rock and pulse, matching the beat of her mouth and the stroke of her fingers. When Lily took over again, she sucked me with sudden enthusiasm. Her eyes were closed in complete concentration, her mouth just taking the swollen crown of me so that her movements were rapid and energetic. Becky swayed back on her haunches and lowered her mouth to Lily’s breast as it gently rocked to the lunges of her bobbing head.
I could hear the bubbling sound of the stream passing underneath the bridge. The garden was full of bird song. Lily rose to her feet and slid her dress off her shoulders. She was wearing black satin panties cut high up on her hips. She hooked her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and slid them off. Becky stayed on her knees and took me back inside her mouth as I wrapped a hand around Lily’s waist and pulled her close to me. I turned Lily so that we were standing almost side by side. I slid my hand over her bottom. She shuffled her feet apart and wrapped one arm around my shoulder, as my finger slipped along the moist folds of her sex. Becky turned her head and gave Lily’s clit a playful lick. Lily gave a sudden gasp. Becky buried her tongue between the young girl’s folds and then moved her mouth to engulf me once more. I sucked one of Lily’s breasts into my mouth and the young girl fisted her fingers in the hair at the back of my neck and closed her eyes in a sudden groan of pleasure.
“Lick her pussy again,” I said.
Becky lifted her eyes to mine and she was smiling around my cock. She turned her head and Lily shuffled her feet wider apart. My finger slipped inside her from behind and Becky’s tongue began to ravage her clit. Finally Becky slowly rose to her feet. She turned her back to me, slid the dress off her shoulders and then pulled her panties slowly down. She bent at the waist to kick them off and as she did, my fingers reached for her pussy. She was wet. She groaned, and her mouth fell open. She moved just a little so that my cock was pressed against her sex. She raised herself onto tiptoes then gripped one hand on the railing of the bridge and with the other she reached back behind her to guide my cock inside her while Lily looked on with an expression of rapt fascination. The look on Becky’s face was one of pure and deep satisfaction as several inches of my shaft disappeared into her from behind. She was standing upright, her back arched so that she could look over her shoulder and see me disappearing inside her. Her mouth was wide open and her whole body shuddered.
I began to fuck her with slow gentle thrusts. My back was braced against one rail of the bridge. Becky gripped the opposite rail and began to use the leverage to rock herself back and forth on my cock. I cupped Lily’s breasts in my hands and fingered her pussy.
Becky’s body was exquisite – a gift of the Gods. She had the most amazing figure and the fit of our bodies together felt perfect. I began to increase the tempo of my thrusts. Becky tightened her grip on the rickety rail and threw her head back into the bright afternoon sunshine. When I slid myself from within her pussy, Lily dropped quickly to her knees. She crouched between our bodies and began to suck me, licking and tasting the juice of Becky’s sex. Becky bent over the rail and my fingers once again went to work on the wetness of her sex. She began to groan, her body undulating against the push of my fingers until Lily took me from her mouth and guided me back deep inside Becky’s pussy. We fucked in a rocking rhythm for several minutes and my attention was constantly drawn to the expressions of lust and delight that played across the gorgeous blonde’s face.
If she was acting, she was good.
If she wasn’t acting, I was good.
The demands of the scene meant that this couldn’t go on forever. I eased myself from within Becky and turned my attention to Lily. The young actress folded herself over the railing and presented her parted legs to me. I slid myself deeply inside her in a single thrust and she licked her lips and then moaned with a sound of contentment. The bridge began to rock. Becky came to me and we kissed while I fucked the younger blonde. Lily’s mouth was open in the shape of a perfect ‘O’. She had her elbows resting on the rail, glancing back over her shoulder as Becky and I kissed passionately.
“Harde
r!” Lily grunted. “Fuck me harder.”
I began to drive my hips in long pumping thrusts. Lily pushed back from the railing to grind her pussy against me and take every inch of my shaft between her legs. Becky turned and leaned over the rail beside Lily. She looked over her shoulder at me, and whispered, “Do you want me now?”
I slid my cock from Lily’s pussy and plunged it back inside Becky. Lily reached back between her legs and began to rub and finger her clit, then she dropped to her knees beside me. She took my cock from Becky’s pussy for a moment and sucked me into her mouth.
“I want to taste your come,” Lily groaned. “Fuck her until you’re ready to explode, and then give it to me.”
She placed the swollen head of my shaft against Becky’s pussy and once again we moved quickly into a grinding dancing rhythm between our bodies. I could feel myself beginning to thrill. I could feel the tightness in my groin clenching like a fist and I knew that my orgasm was fast approaching. Becky – an experienced actress – sensed it too. She let my cock slip from inside her and she turned around quickly and dropped to her knees beside Lily.
I was on the brink of coming. The girls devoured me with their mouths until I could hold back no longer.
“I’m going to come!” I cried out. I threw my head back. The heat of the afternoon sun washed over my face – and an instant later, I erupted.
For a long moment, I saw nothing but stars. My senses were reeling, my vision exploding into bright pinwheels of light behind my eyes. I felt the knot in the pit of my guts unravel, and when I looked down and my eyes cleared, I saw Lily’s face splashed and dripped with my seed and Becky’s tongue lapping at the younger girl’s face.
Walter swooped in for the final close up of the girls together as my second cameraman came trudging from out of the stream. He looked satisfied. He gave me a wink and a nod and I knew the scene would be a good one. The chemistry between the girls, the idyllic garden setting and the sheer beauty of the two women I had filmed with would guarantee a special scene.