Putting words to actions, Jenny set down her camera and slowly, like she was putting on a show, unzipped her crop top until it popped open. The cleavage of her full, C-cup breasts was getting things going again, even though the fabric still covered her nipples.
“There,” she said, glancing down at my costume briefs, “that’s heading in the right direction.”
Tiffany, back in character, crawled over to me on hands and knees. She, very cat like, rubbed her face on my increasingly tight briefs. She nuzzled and licked the front of them, making it difficult to keep my stoic demeanor.
Tiffany grabbed the waist at the front and pulled my briefs down, setting my long, hard cock free to smack her in the chin.
Tiffany, with all showmanship, took her time stroking my cock, teasing it with licks, and posing for the camera with the head in her mouth or her tongue on it.
She started giving me a blow job, pulling off the cups of her bodice to fully expose her B-cup breasts. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenny shrug off her blouse completely, leaving her in just a mini skirt and tennis shoes.
Seeing Jenny’s breasts, which I often ogled and jerked off to many a time, got me hot in a hurry. Combined with Tiffany’s expert level blowjob, things heated up too quickly.
I mumbed to myself about egglant and baseball and what not but it didn’t help.
“You getting close,” Tiffany asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Jenny, lets get a cumshot now and we can work it into the series. Paul’s got a great recovery time so we won’t lose time.”
“OK,” Jenny confirmed. “Fire away.”
Tiffany, given the green light, increased her stroking. “You heard her,” she said, looking up at me from her knees. “Show her how much I turn you on. Blast me with that load you’ve been saving up for me.”
She went back down on me, faster than before, intent on making me cum as quickly as possible. She used both hands and twisted them on my shaft, her mouth taking me in nearly all the way. Her actions did not take long to produce results.
“Fuck, Tiff, I’m cumming,” I announced. She pulled off, turned her body to the camera, and stroked me off with her hand. The first shot went across both her tits and hit her other arm. The next few covered her chin and throat, splashing down her face and onto her chest. The rest of my spasms she directed onto her lips, covering them with cum.
Jenny, also on her knees, was taking action sequences the whole time. After I finished, Tiffany held my cock firmly in her hand, squeezing it in order to keep me hard. I didn’t move and let Jenny finish her shots.
Tiffany, looking up at me, said “Wow, those are going to look great.” She glanced down at the mess on her, and said “Fuck! You really were saving up for me.”
Getting to her feet, she grabbed a towel and got most of the cum off. Watching her towel off my cum from her hits had my little-Batman nearly ready for action again. Tiffany noticed this and smiled.
“Just a bit. I need a touchup but we’ll get back to the sex in a few minutes. Promise,” she said as she kissed me lightly and exited the room. She seemed comfortable walking down the hall in only a bodice and boots, so I wasn’t going to say anything.
Jenny, though, didn’t keep quiet.
“I got to say, that was one of the hotter cumshots I’ve gotten on film.” She set her camera down and came to stand near the couch I was leaning against.
“Thanks,” I said.
“And I can see that Tiff was right in that we’ll be able to keep going,” she said, pointedly staring down at my half-masted member.
Glancing over at Jenny, the sight of her bare breasts, the object of millions of mens fantasies, was getting me more ready to keep going by the moment.
“You can touch them if you like,” she said. This caught me by surprise. My expression amused her as well, because she smiled at my confusion. “It’s not a big deal. Just because I have sex for a living doesn’t mean I don’t like being touched.”
I gingerly reached out a hand and ran my fingers down the outside of her breast, circling under it and around the middle. She purred a little at my touch, so I repeated the action on the other one.
“That’s much nicer than most men,” she said. “They’ll usually grab a nipple or a handful and just squeeze.”
“I like to appreciate things,” I said, “especially things as precious as a woman’s body.”
“Oh…that was smooth,” she said grinning. “May I reciprocate.”
“It would be my genuine pleasure,” I said.
Jenny reached a small, lithe hand down and gently stroked my half-erect cock, which grew steadily more erect when she touched it. Using her finger tips, she stroked the top of the shaft and ran a finger on the underside of the head. I didn’t stop my stroking of her breasts while she fondled my cock, and I could feel her nipple get steady more erect under my fingers.
“Too bad you already came. It was impressive to say the least, but it would’ve been hotter if you came from her riding you.”
“Well,” I said, “I cum as much as I’m turned on. And right now, I can safely say that I am very, very much turned on.”
“Really,” Jenny said in a voice that sounded amazed and interested. Keeping her touching going, she danced her fingers all along my generous length.
“I think you’re ready to go,” she commented, wrapping her warm hand around the middle of my fully erect and throbbing shaft.
“Glad you approve,” I said, moving my fingers slowly down her stomach.
“That is all kinds of hot,” Tiffany commented. I most definitely did not jump when she startled me, but Jenny and I stopped our petting. Jenny went and grabbed her camera.
“So, you’re ready again?” she asked Tiffany.
“I’m not the only one,” Tiffany said amusingly, staring at my cock. I still had on my briefs with my junk pulled over the top, which was making things more upward facing than normal.
Jenny got us into positions and gave us our next directions. In the next series, I threw Catwoman onto the couch, going down on her, which Tiffany thoroughly enjoyed (turnabout is fair play and all that). Jenny commented on some great close ups of Tiffany’s face as she came.
Next we got into the actual sex portion, which I discovered we both were waiting for. We started off in various missionary poses, then doggy style, and since Tiffany was the focus of the series, a lot of blow jobs in between poses, which I was certainly happy to help with.
Jenny decided, as Tiffany was riding me reverse cowgirl, to remove her miniskirt in keeping with her promise to be just as naked as we were. Which was accurate, because we were still all wearing shoes.
The sight of Jenny, naked, tanned, and firm, wearing nothing but her low top tennis shoes was impressive and more than a lot hot. Tiffany turned around to look at me as she impaled herself repeated on my cock.
“Jenny is fucking hot, isn’t she.”
“Oh, fuck, yes she is,” I said.
“I bet you wish you were fucking her right now, huh?”
“She’s nice to look at, but you are amazing to feel riding my cock, so you win hands down.”
“Oh, you smooth mother fucker,” she said, moving to a more squatting position and increasing her pace. Watching Jenny snap off some pics, I saw that she glanced over at me on occasion, winking at me and even blowing a kiss.