I nodded miserably.
“And whatever else?”
She looked me up and down, considering my bags. Again, I nodded.
“Good,” she said. “I don’t know if we’ll need the tripod…but the sooner we get started, the sooner we’ll know.”
Jules took me by the arm and led me into the bedroom.
Jay was sitting on the bed, naked, reading a dog-eared copy of Errol Flynn’s autobiography, My Wicked, Wicked Ways, with his right hand. His left hand lay restlessly in his lap, twirling and twirling his semi-erect cock.
“Hey, Rox,” he said, looking up, resting the book on the night table, then playing with his cock and balls with both hands. “It’s good to see you. I’m glad you agreed to do this for us. I don’t know who we would have gotten otherwise. It’s kind of like a fantasy come true.”
I knew from hours of girl talk with Jules that Jay’s cock was eight inches long and nearly as thick. And, from the looks of things, he already had worked it up to three-quarters its size. Yet Jay didn’t stop twirling and twirling it, even when his hands became sticky with pre-cum and looked as swollen as his cock.
“Oh, baby,” Jules said, staring at him and licking her lips. “You’re juicing all over the place.”
“Just trying to stay hard.”
“But what am I here for?” Jules countered with that girlish giggle of hers. She pulled off her top and dropped her pants in what seemed like one motion.
Jules jumped onto the bed. Her ass, tits, and belly shook as she bounced over to him.
She immediately took his cock in hand.
“Okay, girl, how do you want us first?”
“This was your idea, Jules,” I said, turning away, pulling out my camera. “You tell me.” I quickly put the lens to my eye, focused. But my other eye wandered to her hand, skillfully pumping Jay’s cock. I wondered if that was how I looked with a lover: hungry, greedy, even before we had begun to taste each other.
“How about some kissing and sucking before we get to the fucking?”
“I’d like that,” Jay said.
“It’s your tape, guys. Whatever you want.” I stood in front of them at the foot of the bed, off to one side.
“You really mean that?” Jules said, kissing Jay deeply, then turning to give me a cattish grin.
She then wasted no time.
Jules got down on Jay, licking his chin, chest, and nipples until he practically shone with spit. I nearly dropped the camera when she deep-throated his cock in one gulp and sucked on it hard, pulling it out of her mouth repeatedly with a popping sound. “Fuck my boobs,” Jules purred. She rolled onto her back, offering them to him like overripe melons. Jay growled back. I hurried around the bed to get a better shot, not too sure if I should ask them to face me. I had always known Jules was rough in the sack, and I could well imagine—to be honest, had on many occasions imagined—how aggressive Jay might be. But they were like animals.
Jay held Jules’ tits in his hands. Kneaded them. Squeezed them. Wrapped them around his cock, then rubbed himself in-between so his pre-cum started to go creamy there. I never realized how long his fingers were; his hands were like mitts. Then he jerked himself between Jules’ tits, poking through her flesh to her pouty lips. She teased him with her tongue. “You getting all this,” he said to me, I assumed, but also to Jules. I nodded and said, “Uh-huh,” whipping off my beret and wiping the sweat from my forehead. Then Jay gripped her trembling tits and pulled them to him. He sucked them hard, pinched the fat nipples with the tips of his fingers, gnawed them with his teeth. I glanced from his face to Jules, who was letting out little sighs of pleasure.
“Now eat my pussy,” she commanded. “Show Rox how good you are at eating pussy.”
“Will you suck my cock the way you should?” he asked with a menace that made me go weak.
As they grop
ed into a sixty-nine, I shucked my vest and tried to decide which perspective to shoot from—his or hers. Since I had already taken her sucking him, I got behind Jay and zoomed in on Jules’ smothering ass. If I had any inhibitions, they weren’t giving me time to think about them. I taped intently, trembling as Jay first wrapped his tongue then his lips around Jules’ clit, causing her to squirm and beg even as his cock bobbed in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, God—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop. Eat my pussy clean, boy!”
Jay steadied Jules by holding on to her chunky ass-cheeks. He spread them apart to bury his tongue deep inside her, and she humped away on his face, screaming and cursing. I was so close, I could smell them both, a powerfully intoxicating mixture of sweat and cum and pussy juice. I pulled back, catching myself. My underarms and upper lip were drenched, and that wasn’t all. I held the camera on Jules and Jay as they untangled themselves.
They sat side by side on the bed, stroking each other, staring at me. “Rox, girl,” Jules said, still breathing hard, “come over here.”
“What?” I said, lowering the camera. But my breath must have sounded as labored as hers. “Why?”