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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not real! It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #1: The Basics
Starring Alison Brie
Codes: MF, Creampie, Oral
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“Hi. My name is Alison Brie and welcome to Sex-Ed for Dummies.”
The brunette actress was sitting on a well-lit stage, made up like a bedroom. Her wide blue eyes seemed to glow as she stared directly into the camera and spoke with a clear, soothing voice.
“This is the first of a series of instructional, hands-on videos, lessons and guides to the wonderfully wide and wild spectrum that is human sexuality. We will cover everything from blowjobs to anal to kinks to orgies to anything else you can imagine. Today, however, we are going to start off with some of the basics, really ease you into this.”
She settled more comfortable onto the bed. A chiseled stud of a man walked onto set. He came to stand next to her, casually striking a pose worthy of Adonis. It looked as though he had a can of Pringles stuffed down the front of his tight jeans. You could see his ludicrously well-defined abs through his white t-shirt. He was classically handsome, with a rugged jaw line covered in scruff. His dark brown hair was trimmed short and slicked back. Alison let her eyes rove up and down the hunk next to her. Her gaze lingered at his crotch for a noticeable length of time. Then she looked back into the camera and silently mouthed, “WOW!”
“My partner for today is named Vince. As you can probably guess, he is a model for something or other. Say hello to the viewers Vince.”
He gave a half-hearted, too-cool-for-this, wave at the camera before returning his attention to the actress.
“Let’s get to it!” She said, still gazing adoringly into the lens. “To begin we still start off with some foreplay. Foreplay is crucial, especially for women, but men need a bit too. Kissing is a great way to get things rolling.”
Vince sat down on the mattress and moved his hand to caress Alison’s cheek as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips to meet his. The two gorgeous people locked lips, slowly and sensuously. Alison’s fingers trailed down his shirt to lightly brush rock-hard pecs. Vince reached his other hand around her waist, pulling her in closer. The kissing became more passionate as lips parted and tongues began to worm their way into the other’s mouth. Vince pushed Alison back onto the bed as the camera zoomed in and he settled his impressive form on top of her, his hand sliding up her leg.
She broke off the kiss to say, “Some light caressing goes a long way to compliment your canoodling. Butts and breasts are a great place to start before moving between a girl’s thighs. And ladies, guys like nothing more than giving his bulge a good rub over those pants.”
Vince immediately moved a hand to kneed one ample C-cup through her billowy blouse, massaging as though it were a lump of dough before moving onto the next one. His other hand squeezed her ass tightly, roaming over both cheeks. For her part, Alison moved a dainty paw towards the large cylindrical object desperately trying to break through the zipper of Vince’s fly. She gave it a firm squeeze, sliding her hand along the girthy trouser snake. Vince gave an audible groan as he pushed his lips back onto Alison’s, grinding his raging boner against her thigh. Squirming around with one another, he slipped a hand underneath her shirt.
“Now for the inexperienced, removing a girl’s bra can be very intimidating. Vince here will demonstrate one tried and true method for taking it off.”
Alison pushed the stud off her and sat up on the bed, back to the camera. She pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it aside carelessly. She looked over her shoulder and gave the viewers an alluring look.
“Vince, how many bras would you say you’ve have taken off in your time?”
“Hundreds. Easily.” He said, in a deep gravelly voice.
“Hundreds. Wow! We have a real expert here. Ok, now pay close attention.”
Vince reached a large beefy hand around Alison’s back, grazing her alabaster skin as he went. With a slow exaggerated motion, he pinched the clasp together and slid with his fingers. The black lacy bra immediately popped open, the frilly straps falling off her porcelain shoulders as she gave a shrug.
“And that is how you do it! One hand, use your fingers to pinch the clasp, slid it a little and bam! My breasts have been freed from their prison! Of course, if you’re still nervous, just have the woman take it off herself. A perfect opportunity for a little striptease.”
Alison laid down flat on her back, her arms pressed up against her chest, covering her nipples. As she titled her head, long dark hair nearly brushing the floor, you could almost hear the collective gasp from the crew as she removed her arms, fully exposing her breasts to the open air. Her pink puffy nipples were like two little stiff mountain peaks upon great snowy white mounds. Vince was tugging at her jeans, eager to get them off as well. When she was freed of them, she raised one smooth pale leg up in the air.
“Matching underwear and bra are a nice touch, but the guy usually cares more about what’s under them.” She said with a wink.
Vince got on his knees as Alison rolled over and turned to face him. She licked her lips, staring at the poorly concealed weapon in his pants. His shirt was already off. She quickly undid his slacks and unzipped his fly with agonizing slowness. When she did finally pull down his pants, his cock sprang forward like it was spring-loaded. Her eyes widened, mouth agape at the size of the dick in front of her. She stared at it, forgetting her next lines completely. Her hand gripped the girthy veiny shaft and began stroking it slowly. The silence stretched on and on as she stared, enarmed with the gigantic fleshy instrument in front of her.
“Ms. Brie! Ms. Brie! Ms. Brie!” The producer was hissing at her from offscreen, trying to get her back on track. “ALISON!”
Alison jerked her head around, looking confused and then smiled back into the camera. Her hand looked pitifully tiny as she stroked the massive schlong faster.
“All men aren’t going to be as big as Vince here, but the methods are still the same. A bit of sucking beforehand really drive him wild. We won’t go too much into blowjob tips here, we’ll cover that next episode. Still…I’ll give you a little example of how to handle a dick.”
She turned back to face Vince, fixed her big blue eyes on him and opened her mouth wide, eager to swallow him down.
The producer offscreen hissed at her again, “CIRCUMSIZED!”
She paused again, an annoyed look crossing her face as she was yet again deprived cramming the 11-inch salami into her gullet.
“Yes of course. Vince is circumcised, meaning her doesn’t have a foreskin. Don’t be intimidated or surprised if the dick you pull out has a hood over it. That’s perfectly normal.” She looked back towards the producer, “Is that everything, can I blow him now?”
The producer hadn’t even nodded his head when Vince took the initiative and forced his cock right into her open mouth. Alison gave a groan of surprise, but more than happily accommodated the nearly foot-long prick into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around the shaft as she sucked every last ounce of precum out of the tip. Her tiny hand stroked the part she couldn’t quite fit inside and the other juggled his huge, swollen testicles looking like two meatballs. Alison sucked and slurped her way up down his shaft, making sure to look up at him with her big blue eyes. Every single member of the crew was pitching a tent in their respective pants. One of them was covertly rubbing himself. When Alison released him, the veiny behemoth now shiny with spit in the bright lights of the set. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs, hooking a thumb on either side of her panties and sliding them down.
“Ladies. If you go down on your man, you better make sure that he goes down on you. Or else ditch him and find someone else to lick that pussy.”
Vince buried his tanned face between her pale thighs and starting lapping at her pussy like a kitten drinking from a bowl of milk. Alison let out moans as Vince pushed deeper into her folds, wrapping a brawny arm under each of her pale thighs and lifting her up for better access to her dripping twat. As she wrapped her legs tighter around Vince’s head, chest heaving, she looked back at the camera.
“It’s pretty difficult for most men to get their woman to come from cunnilingus alone.”
Vince grunted and chuckled from in-between her legs.
“But Vince here is doing a VERY good job.”
Alison let Vince continue to munch on her pussy for a few minutes, allowing herself to enjoy the oral stimulation as she ran her hands over her pillowy mounds, twisting and squeezing her nipples. A shout from the producer brought her back to reality as she pulled Vince out from between her legs.
She looked at the camera dazedly. “Safe sex is important. If you don’t know your partner or their sexual history, then make sure to use a condom. STD’s are nobody’s friend. Vince here is tested and clean, as I am. Now for the main course. Get that fat cock over here and inside of me big boy.”
Vince happily complied, resting his sculpted form on top of the petite brunette. He lined up his thick slab of meat with her pussy and rubbed the head against her lips, smearing precum over it.
“This is probably the most standard position that people use. It’s called missionary. The girl lies on her back and the man is on top and slides his dick inside.” Alison said, eyes fluttering at the feeling of Vince’s swollen piss slit rubbing against her stiff clit.
Vince thrust his hips forward, sliding himself all the way inside of her. Alison swore loudly as she felt every fat veiny inch of his trouser snake slither its way up her snatch. She could feel his engorged cum churning orbs pressed up against her taint. Vince started to thrust his hips with earthshattering force, proving those muscles were more than just for show. He wrapped his brawny arms around Alison slamming his pelvis into her over and over again. She grunted with time, steadily growing noisier. There were now several members of the crew rubbing themselves. One had dropped all pretense and had his cock in hand, beating away furiously as he watched the pair go at it. Vince gave one powerful slam and held himself to catch a breath. Alison pushed up and wrapped her legs around, rolling them until she was on top. Straddling him she sat upright, balancing a knee on either side of his chiseled torso. She placed two well-manicured hands onto his chest and started to rock her hips as she spoke again.
“This is called cowgirl and it puts me in control.”
Alison started to bounce her hips up and down, digging her nails deeper into Vince’s chest. He matched her rhythm, putting a beefy hand on either side of her waist and thrusting upwards just as she came down, ensuring maximum penetration.
“If you time your thrusts well enough, the man can penetrate you deep enough to hit your g-spot. Which Vince is doing RIGHT NOW!”
He smiled as he did his best to continue impaling her on his fleshy sword. Alison looked out to the crew and flashed a wink at the one with his dick out. That was immediately followed by several more pulling their willies out to have a wank and the ejaculation of someone in the back, grunting as he spilled his seed on the floor. Alison really kicked up the volume as she rode Vince, fucking him for all she worth, riding him like she would a bucking bronco. When she felt her pussy needed a break from the pummeling it was receiving, lest she actually be split in half, she rolled off of him and got onto all fours.
“Take me from behind stud.” She said with a smirk and another wink.
Vince got on his knees and lined up his cock with her dripping cunt and pushed back inside. Alison screamed as he filled her yet again. Each thrust from Vince sent ripples through her body, causing her breasts to swing forwards like a pendulum.
“This…is called. Doggy. Style.” Her speech was breathless and halting as she had trouble focusing from the sensation of Vince slamming into her backside. “And. It always…makes me…CUM!”
She shouted out loud suddenly and unexpectedly as she felt the orgasm build within her and release with the force of an exploding bomb. She shrieked, yelled, cursed and shook as the powerful sensation washed over her. Vince didn’t relent in his pounding, using her hips to pull himself deeper like she was his own personal fucktoy.
When Alison felt like she could form coherent words again, she said, “It’s only fair that you both have an orgasm. Guys, if you’re a two-pump chump, then you are going to have to make it up your woman in other ways. Vince has made me cum, so now it’s his turn.” She turned her head around to face him. “You hear that big boy? It’s time for you to give me all that fucking cum I know you’ve got building up in those balls of yours.”
Vince grit his teeth, his face screwed up in concentration, wanting his experience with the actress to last a bit longer. Alison turned back to the camera to say, “Dirty talk can be very hot for both parties. In my experience, a few choice words and I can have a guy blowing his wad without even touching him. Isn’t that right boys?”
She said it into the camera, but the crew took it to mean she was talking about them. Every prick was out now, furious jerking off as they waited for the climax of the scene. Even the cameraman, who was keeping one hand on the camera and the other on his throbbing prick.
“Come on Vince. Give me that cum! Blast that sweet creamy jizz straight into my pussy. YAH! YAH! YAH! Give it to me!” She shouted as he continuing pummeling her from behind.
Vince kept up his relentless pace until his dick was so hard he could have lifted her with it. He gave an almighty roar as he slammed himself in deep and released. Alison cried out as she felt his dick swell inside of her and blast out cum like a canon. Hot, thick, copious amounts of jizz exploded inside of her, shooting so deep inside of her she could feel warmth blossoming in her stomach. He didn’t stop his primal yell as his dick fired out more and more semen, easily enough for two or even three dicks’ worth. Alison felt herself cumming again at the sensation of being so utterly and completely filled up. Her screams mixed with his until they both fell silent, panting with the effort. Their orgasms were accompanied by the rest of the crew who hadn’t already blown their load. Grunts and groans of pleasure filled the studio as pearly jism fired out of dicks, over the floor or into hands and maybe even onto some expensive equipment. Vince pulled out of her and flopped back onto the bed. Alison spun around and spread her legs facing the camera. It zoomed in to watch the milky spunk ooze out of her freshly fucked pussy. She brought two fingers down to rub, feeling the white cream between her fingers.
“Mmmm…this is called a creampie, when the guy cums inside of you. Other common places for ejaculation include the stomach, ass, back, tits and face. Pretty much anywhere really. I really enjoy a good load drenching my tits.” She grabbed her sizable rack and shook it for the camera. “But I’ve got nice tits, so that’s natural.”
She looked at the producer, so see if there was anything else. He was busy trying to wipe the jizz off of his hand without staining his clothes.
“Well folks! That’s it for our lesson today. I hope that you learned a little something or at least had fun. I know I did, Vince?”
He grunted from his position on the bed. Alison gave a trilling laugh.
“That means yes! Join us next time on Sex-Ed For Dummies as we learn how to give a proper blowjob with none other than international pop superstar, Taylor Swift!”
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Great story and I absolutely adore the concept of this series. I think we've all used a 'For Dummies' book for something in life. Can't wait to see what else you have in store with this series.
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Great story and I absolutely adore the concept of this series. I think we've all used a 'For Dummies' book for something in life. Can't wait to see what else you have in store with this series.
Thanks! I've got a few ideas for other lessons, but I am open to suggestions for celebs to use. If you've got any let me know!
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I really liked this, the story was well placed and enjoyed the talking Alison was doing throughout.
The sex was good, enjoyed the description. I look forward to seeing where you take this.
Thank you! The kind of running self-narration of what each celeb is doing will be a common theme in each lesson.
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A great idea for a series, can't wait to see the next episode.
Thanks! I've got a few ideas for other lessons, but I am open to suggestions for celebs to use. If you've got any let me know!
Christina Hendricks for the tit-fucking lesson!
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A great idea for a series, can't wait to see the next episode.
Thanks! I've got a few ideas for other lessons, but I am open to suggestions for celebs to use. If you've got any let me know!
Christina Hendricks for the tit-fucking lesson!
Haha, she is definitely on the shortlist for that particular lesson.
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I fucking love this and can't wait to see more.
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I fucking love this and can't wait to see more.
;D Thanks so much!
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Christina Hendricks is a great choice, any chance of Lucy Pinder?
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Christina Hendricks is a great choice, any chance of Lucy Pinder?
I feel like Pinder is Cadeauxxx's territory, lol. But I will take her into consideration, thanks for the suggestion!
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #2: Blowjob
Starring Taylor Swift
Codes:M+F, Blowbang, Oral
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“Hello everyone! Welcome to another episode of Sex-Ed For Dummies. Today we are here at the Los Angeles home of Taylor Swift, world renowned popstar.” Said Glen, one the many good-looking spokespeople employed by Sex-Ed For Dummies. “She has graciously offered to give a lesson on how to give a proper blowjob. Isn’t that right Taylor?”
“That’s right Glen!” She said, waving enthusiastically to the camera.
Taylor wasn’t dressed too formally for the occasion. She was all in black with a top that showed a decent amount of her perky cleavage. Her styled golden hair flowed to her shoulders, her lips were pink and full, eyes dark with mascara. Glen shifted slightly in his tailored three-piece suit as he eyed the blonde singer up and down.
“At your request we are filming in your house where you have invited some guests?”
The camera cut to another room where about 40 people, boys and girls alike, were crammed into what appeared to be Taylor’s living room. They cheered loudly, all waving excitedly.
“These are all fans of yours?” Glen asked, the camera cutting back to him.
“Mmhmm!” Taylor nodded cheerily. “I’m very in touch with my fanbase. I follow them on social media, read their posts, watch their videos, etc. I’ve held secret sessions for fans to listen to my new albums in my homes in the past. I figured I’d treat this something like that!”
“How exactly were these fans selected?”
“The crowd was selected from fans who’d never met me before and also expressed an interested in becoming more sexually active, or looking to improve themselves in the bedroom!”
“Uh-huh. And the lucky gentlemen?”
The camera cut away again, this time to a different room where 10 good-looking dudes were all milling about, eagerly waiting for the proceedings to begin. It flashed back to Taylor.
“That process was a little more in-depth. I wanted male fans with big cocks. I held a kind of lottery. They created a profile, sent in submissions with pictures from my shows or with my merch. And more importantly, proof of a big dick.”
“And how many submissions did you receive?”
“Literally millions. I had to hire a special tech guy to just filter out any dick that was under 10 inches. Once we got the pool narrowed down a bit, I personally went through and selected these ten gentlemen. Let me tell you, the size of some of these guys.”
She held her hands far apart from one another with a look of utter shock on her face.
“I’ve been with big guys before, a lot of big guys, but these men are in a whole other league.”
“Can you speak to a little more about the selection process?” Glen asked.
“It was difficult scrolling through all those dick pics. I would get so turned on that I’d have to bang one out right there, but my boyfriend can only take so much. His dick was about ready to fall off by the end. So, when he was recovering or away, I’d just have to rub one out myself. Sometimes a friend or two would join. Then I’d get back too it, but it never lasted that long before I got horny again. Needless to say, it took a LONG time to get through all those submissions. But if I was going to show everybody how to suck cock properly I wanted some big tools to work with.”
Cutting back to the room of the lucky male recipients, another interviewer was standing by to get a statement from them.
“So, you guys are all big fans of Taylor’s?” She asked the room at large.
The men looked at one another, some of them shrugging half-heartedly, others murmuring gentle sounds of affirmation.
“What would you say is your favorite thing about Taylor Swift?”
“Her legs.” One guy said.
“Her cute little bubble butt.” Said another.
“She’s got a decent rack for a girl that slim.” Said a third.
“I don’t know. There’s something about her face that just makes you want to blow a load all over it.” Said a fourth.
There was a lot of nodding at this statement.
“That’s great fella’s, but I was thinking more along the lines of her music or career?”
There were confused looks as the men glanced at each other. Cleary they were waiting for someone to step up and answer the question.
“Ok. How about this? What’s is your favorite song of hers?” The interviewer said, rubbing her forehead exasperatedly.
The silence stretched on for a long time in the room until one of the guys said, “Oh wait! I got this! I Kissed A Girl!”
She just blinked at them.
Cutting back to Taylor, she was saying, “I’ve been blowing guys since I was a teenager. I found early on that you can get a man to do just about anything if you don’t have a gag reflex.” Glen just nodded slowly as Taylor brought a hand up to her mouth to wipe at the corners of it. “Sorry! I’m drooling just thinking about all those big cocks waiting for me in the other room!”
“Let’s not wait any longer then. Shall we?”
Taylor led Glen and the cameras into her fan-filled living room. They went berserk as she entered. She waved, an ecstatic look on her face. The 10 dudes filed in behind her and formed a line at the front of the room. They ranged in height, weight, race and build. They were all however, definitely prime male specimens.
“I don’t want to wait any longer! Let’s get started!” Taylor said, dropping down on her knees in front of the first guy in line. “Pants off boys! Get those cocks out!”
She dragged the pants off the first bloke as she hurriedly undid his belt. His cock sprang forward, ready and at attention, an 11-inch pole of thick, veiny manmeat with a healthy pair of hanging plums to match. Looking delighted, she grabbed the shaft and began stroking slowly.
“If your man isn’t erect immediately, that’s fine. Suck on that softie until he is stiffer than a board.” She said, blue eyes alight in the lights of the camera. “If he doesn’t get hard with you sucking on his ding-dong then there might be a bigger problem there. Thankfully it doesn’t look like these boys have any problems.”
She gazed down the line at the row of erect cocks, all waiting for her. A couple of the guys were rubbing their rods watching her with eager expressions.
“Uh-uh boys! No touching until I get to you! I promise it’ll be worth the wait!”
She laughed and the crowd of fans behind her cheered. Staring up at the first fellow, she placed her pouty lips around his ping-pong ball sized mushroom head, taking him into her mouth. He threw back his head, groaning loudly enough to hear it down the street. She looked up at him, a big ol’ grin on her face, lips dancing down to the shaft. She paused only when his plump testes were resting on her chin.
Releasing him with a *POP*, she said, “The key to a good blowjob is suction. Take your lips wrap them as tight as you can around his shaft. Slide them up and down his shaft at a speed you’re comfortable with.” She demonstrated, pursing her lips tight around his fat prick and sliding up and down. “Take as much of him into your mouth as you can.” She took him down to the balls again.
“Repetitive motion is crucial, so even if you can’t take him all the way, take as much as you can for as long as you can. And suck, suck, suck! Creating pressure with your mouth will have your man popping in no time.”
Her mouth inhaled the bulging dick. His expression twisted and contorted as he struggled valiantly to retain his sperm. Taylor was having none of it. Her cheeks caved inwards, looking like she was sporting a permanent duck face. She sucked the cum out of him like a vacuum sucks up a dust bunny. He blew his wad within a minute, pumping the first load of the evening straight into her greedy mouth. Her cheeks reversed, suddenly bulging as her mouth was flooded with goopy jism. She gulped it down like a runner chugging water after a marathon. Letting his cock fall from her mouth, she turned to face the camera. Pearly white globules of cum oozed from the corners of her pouty lips as she licked them appreciatively.
“Swallowing. Some people love it. Some hate it. I for one cannot get enough. I love everything about it. The taste, the texture, the way a load feels as it slides down your throat. And most importantly, the activity leading up to it! And there is actually a decent amount of protein in the average guy’s load. Vegan’s, I’m looking at you. Thanks bud.” She finished saying, winking at the guy and giving his dick a quick kiss.
Not bothering to stand, she sidled over to the next guy and said, “Eye contact is crucial for any blowjob. So, when you wrap your lips around his knob, make sure you are staring up at him. And give a smile. He wants nothing more than for you to think his dick tastes like candy. Personally, I think it tastes better. After all, you do get a creamy treat at the end!”
Taylor performed a similar set of moves on this equally hung stud, expect this time her blue eyes never left his face. She made grunts, groans and other noises of satisfaction, but the true magic was in her eyes. Reflected in each of those crystal blue pools was a plea. A plea for more cum. Her plea didn’t go unanswered for long. In almost no time at all she was treated to another sticky reward, as the guy shouted out to the lord above and exploded into her mouth. She happily swallowed it all down, smacking her lips in appreciation. She moved down the line to the next one. His dick appeared to be the shortest of the bunch at 10 inches, but was thicker than a Burmese python. Taylor stuck out her tongue, trailing along the mass of veins on his underbelly. She worked her tongue up and down his shaft more thoroughly than a cat cleaning itself.
“Sometimes you don’t even need to put it in your mouth. Let your tongue do the work! The underside is especially sensitive, as is the tip.” She said, puckering her lips like she was going to kiss it and flicking her tongue like a snake against his oozing piss slit. Crystal clear precum was dripping out like a leaky faucet as she lapped it up. She ran her tongue over every millimeter of his cock in rapid succession, looking like she was trying to finish an enormous popsicle before it melted on a sweltering summer’s day in her hometown of Nashville. The dude blew just as Taylor opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out for all to see. The guy roared like a bull elephant, jerking himself off as he fired volley after volley of creamy jizz into her open awaiting mouth. Her lips never closed as she swirled the pearly pool around with her pink tongue, looking as though she was tasting the most delicious sauce in the world. Turning to face the camera, mouth full of spunk she finally closed her lips. Gulping in an exaggerated manner, she gave a thumbs up, opening wide to prove it was all gone.
The fourth generously endowed man was next as she moved down the line and said, “Ball handling is also crucial. Not too rough though. Your best bet is while you are sucking on his knob to cup his sack in the palm of your hand and roll his nuts around with your fingers. Like this.”
She demonstrated on her latest victim, sucking on his crown while one hand reached up to do exactly what she had just described. She held her palm flat, fingers cupped ever so slightly as they gently prodded and massaged the nectarine sized testicles dangling there.
“Sometimes you need two hands! Damn buddy!” She said giggling.
He groaned, unable to speak as his nustack was treated to the most thorough and intimate massage of its life.
“Then...to mix it up, suck on those nuts!” She said gleefully.
She attached her lips to his scrotum, taking one of those massive orbs entirely into her mouth. She draped his cock across her face, savoring the feel of the warm pulsing member on her pretty features as she slurped and nuzzled at his gonads.
“Mmhhmmm… massage… his… taint… too…” She managed to get out between slurps.
Her fingers reached behind the nustack as it received its saliva bath. She firmly stroked his taint as she opened her mouth the kind of wide that only singers can achieve and fit his entire sack into her mouth, a testicle bulging out of each cheek. She looked just like a greedy squirrel. She sucked hard and the guy blew his load right there. Heavy, creamy jizz spurted out onto the top of her head and into her hair as she reached up and jerked the shaft, still doing her best to swallow his entire scrotum. She didn’t seem to mind at what looked to be about three dicks’ worth of cum that had just been spilled on the top of her head. Instead, she made sure to squeeze out any remaining cum onto her forehead before releasing his shriveling gonads with a great breath and taking him into her mouth to suck up any remaining cum.
“Yea. That happens sometimes.” She said, shrugging as she released him and moved onto the next guy.
“Sometimes your mouth is dry, or maybe his dick just tastes a little funny. Who knows? Lube is a viable option. Make sure it’s edible, and pick a flavor you like. This one tastes like strawberry’s!” Taylor said as an assistant handled her a red bottle of thick jelly lubricant. She poured it along with shaft, spreading it around with her dainty palm before going at it with her mouth. “Sometimes lube can have tingle sensations for both him and you! How about it? Does it feel good?”
The guy nodded mutely as she treated the cock like a delicious pastry. Licking, sucking and cooing at every chance she got. Before too long, he expelled the cream filling inside which Taylor swallowed to her delight.
“Mmmmm, makes his cum taste even better too!”
She moved down the line.
“Now sharing a dick is a very different experience.” Said Taylor, looking around and biting her lip nervously as though she had forgotten something. “I think Selena is around here somewhere. She can help me demonstrate…”
“That’s quite alright Taylor. We will cover group pairings in another lesson.” Said Glen quickly, starting out of his stupor and remembering his job here.
“OH, COME ON DUDE!” The guy said looking at Glen in disbelief.
“Alright then. Let’s see. What’s next? Ah yes, taking a facial is like art. Anyone can do it, but few have mastered it. Let me demonstrate. Ready buddy?” She asked, looking up at the man.
He nodded, slack-jawed as she proceeded to devour his shaft like a starving woman on a desert island presented with a ten-course meal. The poor guy never stood a chance. Within minutes he was begging for release, the veins threatening to burst on his meaty prick as she stroked it a mile-a-minute, blinking two large blue eyes at him and ready to receive.
“There are two ways to do this. Either you control it, or he does. I’ll stroke him until he cums and the next guy can demonstrate the other way.”
Taylor leveled the cum-filled organ directly at her face. Her hand was a blur, a begging, pleading look on her face he grew stiffer and stiffer beneath her palm until he shouted a warning and erupted. Taylor closed her eyes as her face was assaulted with salty jism. Streak after streak of white hot cum splattered across her cheeks, nose, forehead and chin. She kept her eyes close, stroking the guy until she felt the last bit dripple out of him.
Wiping a bit of spunk from her eye, she said, “Unless you trust your partner’s aim, it’s probably best to close your eyes, at least for the first initial volley. Also, make sure to suck out any leftover cum in his urethra, he’ll really appreciate that.” She did just that. “Now you can clean off your face right away, or if your partner is good for another go, maybe leave it on. It’ll really get them going, seeing you covered in their cum. Ok, next!”
Taylor made no move to clean herself as she moved down the line again. The next fella fared no better than the previous one. At the mercies of Taylor’s oral bag of tricks, he also blew his wad in minutes. This time, she released him and waited impatiently as he took ahold of his thick shaft. He pointed it at Taylor, jerking himself off like his life depended on it. She sat there, mouth a gaping pink maw, asking for more cum on her already spunk-splattered face.
“Be vocal!” She said. “Really beg for his cum. It’ll make him blow that much harder! Now come on big boy, stroke that fucking cock and spray that fat load over all my pretty face. Haven’t you always wanted to cum on Taylor Swift’s face? Huh? Yea, that’s right. Gimme a big load. Right now. Right now. RIGHT NOW! COME ON!”
The guy uttered a roar that rattled the windows as his cock swelled and detonated right in the popstar’s face. His dick sprayed like a firehouse, giving no consideration to Taylor. He blasted two wet wads into each of her eyes, gluing her lashes together before aiming upwards to fire even more across her forehead and into her hair. As he relaxed, he gave one more long spurt down onto her onto her black blouse, making a far bigger white stain that few stray drops already present there. Taylor, now blinded, searched cautiously for his cock, taking it into her mouth and sucking it dry before releasing him.
“This is what happens you when let the man aim. Blinded by cum.” She said, wiping her eyes clear and sucking on her fingers to clean them.
“A lot of times, the man will be in a seated position. This is a little different than standing.” She said, pushing the eight guy down into a plush armchair. “It lets you have easier access to the balls, which as we saw before can really drive a him wild. However, I’d recommend actually tonging his taint from this position. Like this.”
She demonstrated the motion, lifting his cock straight up, spitting and stroking as she pressed her nose against his sack, tongue darting out underneath the sack, straying dangerous close to his asshole. The guy groaned and gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles.
“Handwork is important, especially for this position as you focusing on his balls. Keep the strokes firm, fast and along the entire shaft. And if you move a bit lower, you can worm your tongue right into his asshole!”
The guy felt the singer’s snake like tongue slip between his hairy cheeks and he grunted out a warning as he fired his load upwards into the air. The crowd watched with open mouths, hard dicks and swollen clits. The pearly jism flew upwards before descending like white rain onto her already sticky scalp. Semen peppered her body, shooting down the back of her black blouse. One girl in the front row had to wipe off a glob of semen that landed squarely on her cheek.
Moving her tongue off his groin, she said, “Wow! He blew like a geyser! Did you get that?”
Glen nodded, still mesmerized by the sight of the cum-drenched pop singer. His suit pants were threatening to tear at the seams as his boner struggle to break free.
“One more different position to show everyone.” She said, dragging the next guy next to a long table and climbing upon it.
He stood transfixed as the leggy singer laid on her back, letting her head hang off the side. Her long golden hair tumbled to the floor, much of it stuck together with drying cum.
“Upside down, you have less control but it’s great for the guy.” She said, pulling his cock close to her and stroking.
He plunged his dick into her awaiting mouth, sticking it in deep until his sack was resting on the bridge of her nose. Taylor went cross-eyed trying to keep her eyes on it. She pulled it out her gullet with a wet slurp and started stroking again as she attacked the underside of his dick with her tongue. Alternating between licking the shaft and nibbling at the balls, she released him to say, “Your techniques are essentially the same as when you are on your knees, only the different angle probably means you can take him deeper, and it feels great for him to mix it up.”
Taylor went through and demonstrated her various techniques on the quivering man as he tried to hold out. To his credit, he did pretty well compared to the others, but even he was still no match for the mouth of Taylor Swift. He managed to hold out for a few minutes before he too pulled his lengthy skin flute from her open drooling pink mouth. Her hand stroked his shaft from her upside-down position as his first volleys of jizz flew high, missing her mouth completely and leaving more white sticky lines across the front of her blouse. She aimed his flesh canon lower as fired more projectiles onto her writhing pink tongue, draping several ropes of cum across her upside-down face in the process. She swallowed the cum down greedily, her tongue straining to lick off the cloudy white jism from her lips. She flipped onto her stomach, gave the dick a kiss and slithered off the table onto her knees in front of the final guy.
“Alright. Deepthroating. Probably the hardest technique I’ve done today.” She said to the last guy in line, marveling at the size of his 13-inch penis. “It looks like I saved the biggest and blackest cock for last! I can’t say that every black guy has a big dick, but every one I’ve ever sucked off has had one!”
She took him deep, slowly inching her lips further and further along the dark shaft until her was nose pressed up against his wiry pubic hair. His cock vanished into her mouth as though she was an accomplished sword swallower. Releasing it from her throat, Taylor choked out the big black cock, leaving strings of saliva attached to it as she looked back towards the camera.
“Unfortunately, if you have a gag reflex there is probably no way you could handle something like this. However, for a cock of any size, all you have to do is take it into your mouth slowly. Just get used to the feeling of the tip pressed against the back of your throat. Relax your jaw and open wide. Then move your head further down the shaft, trying to get the head past that reflex. If you can manage that without gagging, well done! It feels great for the guy, tight as hell around his prick. Wouldn’t you agree?”
She looked up at the guy, who didn’t get to answer before Taylor ravaged him again, inhaling his dark meat in the blink of an eye. It was a like a magic trick. It was there one second and gone the next. The camera zoomed in up close and you could see the muscles in her neck bulging as her throat tried to accommodate the ludicrously large prick forcing its way ever further downward. Taylor didn’t gag, but she did begin to turn redder and redder as the cock blocked her airway. Her eyes watered, further ruining the already smudged mascara, as her faced became flushed and still she held it, her tongue and lips working the base of the shaft as she tried to swallow more. From the look on his face, the man had never experienced such a sensation on his ding-dong before. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she released the cock from her gullet, coughing and spluttering as a wave of saliva was expelled along with it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and wiped her eyes, smearing more cum and mascara in the process. She cleared her throat and looked at the camera.
“The real tricky part is blowing him while deepthroating. Again, the principle is the same. Relax your gag reflex and just go to town. Like so.”
Taylor did just that, starting off slow, sliding down his shaft until it had yet again vanished from sight. Then she dragged her lips back to the tip. She repeated the motion, increasing her speed each time as the amazed crowd watched her. Before long, her head was a blonde blur slobbering along a thick column of chocolatey goodness. Grunting like a wounded animal, Taylor took him all the way and held herself there, teary eyes staring up at him. His dick swelled as it flooded her esophagus with his potent virile seed, dumping out a tsunami of spunk into her tummy. Taylor’s watery eyes bulged as she felt the cock jerk and stiffened in her throat, but she continued to hold, even as the man squirmed and shuddered as though his very lifeblood was being sucked out. Finally, she released, coughing and looking around.
“Oh no!” Was the first thing she said, looking down the row of utterly spent men. “I had more thing to show everyone! We didn’t even get to face-fucking!”
Her eyes trailed around the room, settling on Glen and the large cylindrical bulge in his pants.
“You’ll do from the looks of it!” She said, hopping over to him and dropping to her knees in a flash.
Before Glen could react to anything, his pants were around his ankles and his own 11-inch trouser snake was springing forward for all to see. The cameraman had no problem getting a closeup as the microphone slipped from Glen’s hand with a thud onto the carpet.
“This one is hard to do, but the idea is pretty easy. Make your mouth as tight as possible around his cock and then just surrender control. Let him treat your mouth like it’s your pussy. And if you can manage to deepthroat him while he does it, all the better. Watch closely.”
She winked at the camera, quite the sight given the amount of cum coating her, placed her lips around Glen’s dick and sucked in deep. As if automatically both hands grabbed her head, not caring about the collected jism of several other men and took a fistful of hair. Glen started rocking his hips as Taylor held perfectly still, eyes focused on him. After having watched the erotic display, Glen was rearing to go and really started pummeling full force into the back of the talented singer’s oral cavity. Taylor didn’t protest or gag. She loved the feeling of his balls bouncing off of her chin. Instead she moaned appreciatively as Glen fucked her face hard and fast. Soon her eyes were red and watery, spittle drenching her chin in great waves as Glen gripped on tighter, already feeling his own orgasm coming on.
“FUCK TAYLOR!” He shouted as he held her tight, slamming into her face one final time, choking her as he felt the cum bubble up from his bulging nutsack.
Deciding he wanted to give the singer one final parting gift, he wrenched his cock from her greedy mouth and fisted it furiously. Taylor was recovering from the face-fucking when the first wad spunk blasted into her. She squealed with delight as she felt more and more cum splattered against her already semen-soaked face. As the strokes slowed down on his member, Glen clutched the wall behind him for support. Taylor sucked the last bit of cum out of him, causing him to slump down the wall.
“It looks like I am out of guys.” Said Taylor, staring around the room.
From his spot on the floor, Glen cleared his throat, trying desperately to remember what he was supposed to say next. “Well…umm…there you have it folks. Taylor Swift on how to give a blowjob. What do we think, was that helpful?”
The crowd of fans cheered and whooped. The camera turned to look at the line of gentlemen, all of who were in various states of comatose. It really did look like Taylor had sucked the life of them. It cut back to Taylor, still splattered in gooey man-seed pretty much everywhere at this point.
“I hope you did all learn something! I had a tonof fun! We should do this again sometime! But only if you come back Glen.”
“Thanks very much Taylor.” Glen said, standing back up on two wobbly legs, with his dick still hanging out. “Ummmm…let’s see. Next time on Sex-Ed for Dummies we will be learning about the art of the tit-fuck from two pros. Alexandra Daddario and Christina Hendricks. Thanks for joining us this evening.”
“Bye everyone!” Said Taylor waving emphatically at the camera. As the shot began to fade out, you heard her in the background asking, “Does anyone feel like they need a more hands-on demonstration? Boys?” She was addressing the crowd of fans. “Ladies, I also happen to eat pussy pretty well!”
“Goodnight folks…” Said Glen, slinking back down the wall to rub his tender member.
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I think I might like this chapter more than the first. Taylor is a big reason for that. Great to see her in this and with this lesson plan.
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I think I might like this chapter more than the first. Taylor is a big reason for that. Great to see her in this and with this lesson plan.
Thanks so much! It was never a question of IF Taylor was going to be in, only what she would teach. I couldn't write a multi-celeb story without working her in somewhere! ;D
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Taylor Swift blowbang? Hell yes!
Next time on Sex-Ed for Dummies we will be learning about the art of the tit-fuck from two pros. Alexandra Daddario and Christina Hendricks.
Oooohhhh . . . .
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #3: Titty-Fucking
Starring Alexandra Daddario & Christina Hendricks
Codes: MF, MFF, Oral, Titty-Fuck
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“Welcome back to another installment of Sex-Ed For Dummies!” Said the fiery-haired buxom actress, Christina Hendricks.
She was sitting at in a chair across from another equally busty actress, Alexandra Daddario. Alexandra was staring adoringly into the camera with her bewitching blue eyes and said, “Today we will be discussing a subject near and dear to our hearts. Our boobs!”
Both actresses placed both hands on their respective racks and gave them a good, hard shake for the camera as they guffawed heartily. Both were wearing tight sweaters and short skirts that left absolutely no room for imagination. Each pair of nipples were so stiff they looked ready to tear the seams on their thin sweaters. The producer was very happy with his idea to crank up air conditioning up to maximum overdrive.
“But in all seriousness.” Christina said. “We will be discussing and demonstrating how to give a proper titty-fuck. Mammary intercourse. Tit wank. Whatever you call it, we will be showing it.”
“I think they called the right girls for the job; don’t you think Christina?”
“Well, I don’t know about you Alex, but I’ve lost count of just how many guys have put their cock between my cans.”
“Me too! Once a fella has got his sight set on these knockers, it’s all he can think about!”
“I know. They’re just boobs! Seriously, gentleman!” Christina said as she faced the camera, exasperatedly. “If you lady is letting you put your willy between her ta-ta’s and humping her chest like there is no tomorrow, then the least you can do is get her off before or afterwards. Consider this a PSA.” Christina paused as if deep in thought, then said. “To be fair. We’ve got nice tits.”
Alexandra fervently nodded her agreement. There was a pause as both actresses looked towards one another, unsure of who should speak next.
“So…I think how this is going to work today is one of us is going to go first while the other spectates and comments. Then we will switch! That way everyone can see different positions and what not.” Christina said, getting a nod from the producer offset. “We’ve got two gentlemen here today to help us.”
Two good-looking handsome men walked onto set in tight shirts and tight trousers. Each had a clear long thick bulge snaking down the front of their slacks.
“Doug and Clint, was it?” Christina asked. Both men nodded in confirmation. “Then let’s get those pricks out and get started.”
“Rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first?” Alexandra suggested.
Christina nodded and both women started pumping their arms, breasts jiggling as they threw out their choices. Alexandra threw rock, Christina scissors.
“Looks like it’s me first!” Alexandra said, immediately peeling her sweater off and tossing it to the side.
A collective gasp was drawn from the crew as her massive mammaries were revealed to the open air. This was in spite of the fact that every single one of them had jerked off to her topless scene in True Detective the night before. After the first episode with Alison Brie, there was a strict no-jacking-off-while-in-the-studio policy. They had lost several hundred dollars’ worth of recording equipment because someone had blown their wad all over it. Still as she gave her boobs a shake for the camera there wasn’t a single unpitched tent in the house. Doug moved into view as she got on her knees, staring up at him alluringly with those memorizing eyes.
“Ok, so Alex here is on her knees.” Christina said, serving as narrator. “This position only works if you’ve got really big titties. No problems here.”
He pulled his pants down, his obscenely large member flopping into sight. Both ladies made noises of excitement. Alexandra moved forward on her knees as she wrapped her hand around the large penis in front of her, stroking with an enraptured look on her face. Bringing her lips in close, she spat on the schlong, coating it in saliva as her hand worked the veiny shaft. Using one hand to lift up a massive melon and the other to guide the cock, she rubbed the ping-pong ball sized mushroom head against one erect nipple and gently worked it around. It smeared shiny precum around one areola before she switched to the other boob and did the same. Her nipples now even stiffer than before, she released the cock only to engulf it with her colossal pale knockers. She squeezed them together tightly as she brought her chin up to stare vapidly at Doug. She began to move her terrific ta-ta’s in small circles with her hands. She did all the work while Doug just stood there feeling the soft pillowy mounds treat his cock to the greatest of all massages.
“Lubrication, as with any kind of sex, is important.” Christina said, breaking the silence. “When I tit-fuck a guy, I prefer to use oil or maybe some lotion. Alex here prefers to spit.”
On cue, Alexandra spit down the massive valley on her chest, long trails of drool clinging to her pink lips as she sloppily deposited saliva into her cleavage. She glanced up as she worked the lubricant around, only to bring her chin down and release yet more spittle onto her milky white rack. Before long Doug’s cock was glistening in the bright studio lights whenever it emerged from between the two snowy mounds.
“Plus, guy’s love it when you spit on their dick. Isn’t that right Doug?” Alexandra asked.
Doug merely nodded as she really got to work. Her stiff nipples poked his groin as she worked her tits up and down. You could just make out the tip of Doug’s bell-end poking out as her tits flopped, her hands barely able to clutch even a handful of her sweater puppies. A glistening gem of precum oozed from his tip, only to quickly disappear in the wave of saliva as the blue-eyed beauty freely let drool run down her chin. Wet, sloppy *SHICK* noises were audible throughout out the studio as everyone watched transfixed. Doug was in heaven as the blue-eyed beauty worked her tits like there was no tomorrow.
Christina interrupted the squelching noises, barking out an order. “Doug! I think you’ve sat like a lump long enough. Move those hips! Let’s put the fucking in titty-fucking!”
He jumped at being scolded like a naughty student. He began to hump Alexandra’s chest as she relaxed, only to squeeze her breasts even tighter together. Her alluring expression had almost turned to one of boredom, perhaps at the realization that she wasn’t going to get to fuck this particular big dick. Doug meanwhile was on top of the world, groaning and panting like a wildebeest as he slid his member between her money makers.
“Giving head while tit-fucking is easy enough.” Christina said. “And plus, Alex looks bored. Go ahead and show them honey.”
Alexandra complied, bending her head downwards, locks of raven hair falling forward as she pursed her spit-soaked lips to accept the sliding slab of manmeat sawing away between her jiggling spheres. Now his engorged, purple-headed bellend would appeared from between her milky jugs only to disappear between her lips, sucked inside like a vacuum sucks up a dust bunny. Alexandra made sure that ample drool continued to roll down her chin each time the cockflesh has withdrawn from her mouth. Doug grunted louder at the combined feeling of her mouth and breasts. Her mouth formed an open hole to swallow his cock each time.
“Sometimes just a tongue is enough.” Said Christina, watching with rapped attention.
Sticking her tongue out, Alexandra proceeded to lap up each gleaming globule of precum as it was expelled with each squeeze of her ample bosom. Doug was huffing and puffing like he was running a marathon as his cock slid effortlessly between her milky white jugs. Alexandra smiled with each flick of her tongue as it formed a broad flat shovel with which she swallowed down more precum.
“Maybe your man is tired of standing or maybe your heights aren’t so compatible. That’s ok. Have him sit down. The edge of a bed or a chair is great.” Christina said, indicating for Doug to sit down in Alexandra’s vacated chair.
He didn’t respond immediately. Only once the producer had shouted his names several times did he very reluctantly withdraw his cock from the wet, slick cushiony embrace her spectacular ta-tas and planted his ass firmly in the chair. The camera swung around as Alexandra crawled on all fours towards him, her breasts hanging below her, swaying as she moved. They were shiny and wet with spit. Kneeling again, she flopped her tits onto his lap and resumed control, working them with great gusto over his rigid pole. Doug gripped the edges of the chair, knuckles white as he threatened to blow his load.
“Looks like Doug here is about to cum.” Said Christina, looking over at him with a sly smile. She placed one hand delicately on his chest, feeling his well-defined muscles. Her eyes roamed up and down, imagining all the naughty things she wanted to do to him. Then, she cleared her throat and said, “The best ending to a titty-fuck is a fat milky load all over your chest. Keep going Alex, give the man what he so desperately desires.”
Alexandra let a gentle moan escape her lips as she jerked her tits harder. Doug’s mushroom head was now the size of a golf ball as it threatened to expel its sticky reward.
He groaned as Alexandra said in a flat, even voice, “Come on Doug. Blow that load. Blast that big sticky load all over my big fat tits. That’s its buddy. Come on.”
“Alex.” Christina said, waggling her finger. “I know you’re a better actress than that.”
Alexandra rolled her beautiful witch eyes. Doug didn’t seem to mind or care, hot breath being expelled from his lungs only to suck it back in as he gave a guttural moan that deafened the boom guy holding the mike. His dick seemed to grow another inch as it swelled, spraying jism upwards. It burst forth from his piss-slit like some great geyser. It flew skyward, glistening in the air before raining back down atop Alexandra’s big ol’ titties as she continued milking his cock for all it was worth. Cum covered every inch of her milk makers by the time he was done. Doug relaxed in his chair, a look of utter contentment on his face. Alexandra looked down at her utterly drenched tits and turned to face the camera. It zoomed in to watch as the cum dripped down her body and onto the carpeted floor.
“Excellent job Alex. Well done. Now Doug, scram.” Christina said, indicating offstage with her thumb.
Doug slowly stood up, stumbling like a drunkard as he made his way off camera. Alexandra stood up and resumed her sitting position. She stared down at her soaked tits.
“I really can’t wipe this off?” She asked.
“No. No. Ms. Daddario. We agreed upon this in your contract.” Said the producer, who was nestled into his seat and wearing a very large coat.
If you looked closely enough, you could see that he was only gesturing with one hand and the other was tucked firmly beneath the coat. There was slight up and down movement in his lap. Alexandra rolled her eyes, bringing a finger down to scoop up some cum and bring it to her mouth. She placed it inside, sucking her finger clean.
“Hmm…tastes good at least. Ok Christina, your turn.”
The stage next to them lit up, revealing a bed with the other man, Clint already laid out upon it, naked as the day he was born. Chiseled abs and rock-hard 10-inch cock ready to go.
“To be honest, there aren’t that many ways to titty-fuck. Christina will be demonstrating the other primary position. She’ll lay down on her back and Clint will straddle her.”
Christina stood up from her chair and peeled off her own sweater, tossing it aside as she sauntered over to the bed, full hips swaying hypnotically as she went. Just as she reached the bed, she gave a tug on her skirt and it too came off. Now clad only in a pink thong that disappeared between her buttcheeks, she gave the camera a wink and posed allowing for everyone to take in her curvaceous form. Then she laid down atop the mattress, breasts jiggling with every slight movement.
“Clint, be a dear and bring the oil, would you?” Christina asked, a voice dripping with honey.
Clint leapt off the bed to grab a bottle of lubricant. He eagerly squirted it onto his palms and tossed the bottle aside. He reached both meaty paws over to her massive chest and began rubbing in the oil.
“A little massage action lets him appreciate what he’s about to shove his cock in-between. Plus, it feels nice. Go ahead Clint and oil up those puppies.”
She cooed and awed as she felt his meaty hands massage her tits, palms rubbing against her hard nipples. He worked over the ample flesh, kneading each boob like it was a mound of dough. Christina squirmed beneath him, savoring the feeling of his strong hands groping her overly sized rack. Once her ta-tas were gleaming in the studio light, she beckoned for Clint to climb on with one finger. Clint threw a leg over her torso and nestled his tool in-between her pillowy mounds. Smiling like a she-devil, Christina placed a hand on either side of her rack and pushed them together. Suddenly you couldn’t even see Clint’s oversized pipe as it was lost from view by milky white titflesh. Automatically he began to hump, letting out a long sigh of relief. The fiery buxom redhead stared up at him with pure sex written all over her face. She puckered her lips and gave him the best fuck-me eyes any human has ever seen.
“You see Christina is pushing her tits together. This ensures comfort for herself and a nice tight area for the cock to fuck. She can also let Clint do it…”
Christina let Clint hammer away from another few minutes before dropping her hands to her sides. Clint immediately snatched up each pale breast. Forcing them together tight around his throbbing prick, he increased his speed, slick oil ensuring there was almost no friction as he unabashedly titty-fucked her.
“Now Christina can relax. Or she can give some head, just as I did.”
Christina lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide. Clint’s bulbous cockhead emerging from between two pale mountains of flesh only to disappear from view between pink plump lips with each rapid thrust of his hips. As she felt his cock slid into her mouth, Christina reached around her jiggling chest to search out for Clint’s swinging scrotum. She located the rocking nutsack and gently squeezed it in the palm of her hand. She was rewarded with a loud groan from Clint.
“Ahhh yes. So, playing with the guy’s sack can add a nice dimension to a tit-fuck. Especially if you like rolling pair of gonads around your palm.” Alexandra said, as she smeared some of the congealing jism further into her own milky white hooters. Christina continued doing just that, juggling his jewels while she blew him as he humped her chest. Once Christina was satisfied with her own little taste of salty precum, she indicated for Clint to stop and get off of her.
“If Christina hangs her head off the edge of the bed, then Clint can fuck her boobs from a different angle.” Alexandra sat, her own fingers straying down between her legs, simply searching for something to keep her entertained.
Christina swung so that her head was hanging just off the bed. Clint stepped over her so that his large plum sized gonads were hanging just above her mouth. She squeezed her jugs together and he slid back between them. He didn’t ease into it, rattling the frame of the bed. Christina reached up to lick away at his ballsack and at his taint. She was rewarded with a series of curses and grunts from Clint.
“This position can be a bit tiresome for the woman.” Alexandra said. “She’s got to hold her head up and lick your balls, which guys never seem to wash enough. So, don’t make her do it for too long.”
Christina dropped her head to look at Alexandra upside down and said, “You know Alex. You look a little lonely over there. Why don’t you come over and help me finish Clint off with one final move?”
There was a collective silent plea from the crew as the younger actress considered it. She shrugged, tit’s shaking as she did so. “Why not?”
She withdrew her fingers from between her legs and got up from her chair. Walking over towards the bed as Clint still hammered away, blissfully unaware of anything but the breasts in front of him. Alexandra’s chesticles jiggled with each step. She left a trail of cum behind her as still continued to drip off her rack. Alexandra had to tap Clint on the shoulder before he realized what was happening. He let go of Christina’s sweater puppies as she indicated for him to lay flat. He did so, hopping onto the bed as his rigid greased-up pole stood high above him. Christina nestled herself to the left of him and wrapped her ta-ta’s around one side his cock, beginning to work them up and down. Alexandra met her on the other side, pushing her tits against Christina’s and utterly engulfing Clint’s cock with their funbags. With now four gigantic individual breasts working his dick, Clint threw his head back into the pillows. Christina and Alexandra smooshed their respective racks together, each playing with Clint’s rock-hard rod between an entire mountain range of pale titflesh. The two actresses leaned forward to share a steamy kiss, two sets of full lips pressed together as their tongues wrestled with one another. They broke apart to stare hungrily at Clint, each actress expertly kneading her bosom around his cock. Clint was thrusting his own hips upwards, even as the actresses massaged his hard prick. Nipples hard enough to cut glass rubbed up against one another as they worked faster, turning themselves on even more.
“Will you cum for us?” Christina asked in her most seductive voice. “Spray a nice big load all over us? Jizz all over these nice big titties?”
Clint nodded his head, his face screwed up tight as he tried to hold on a little bit longer. His fists were clenched full of sheets as sweat beaded his brow, easily visible in the bright studio lights.
“Go ahead. Give it to us big boy. Explode.” Alexandra said, chipping in and sounding enthusiastic this time.
Clint’s cock swelled at those words peeking out from the mass of undulating flesh. He gave a roar as his balls contracted and cum shot out. Neither actress stop working their tits as semen shot out in great arcs. Jet after jet of sticky white cum splattered down upon them. It got everywhere. Hair, face and most importantly, tits. By the time he was done, both actresses blinked silently at each at the sheer volume of jizz drenching them.
“Wow!” Christina said, leaning forward to lick some of the cum off of Alexandra’s cans.
Alexandra did the same, leaning forward to lick some off of Christina’s pair of milk makers. Both actresses kissed and the licked the other until their lips found each other and they shared a sloppy kiss, swapping some cum back and forth. When they parted and knelt on the bed, Clint’s cock flopped down and he closed his eyes, looking ready to fall asleep right there. Both actresses turned towards the camera.
“Licking the load off your tits, whether with your tongue or scooping it up with your fingers, is a great way to some your partner appreciation. You want to make him feel like his you wanted nothing more than for his load to be all over your breasts.” Alexandra said.
“That’s right, Alex. And afterwards, it’s time for him to do some work on you!” Christina said, waggling another finger at Clint.
The satisfied looking producer gave them the thumbs up, something white and sticky covering his fingers as he did so. He quickly withdrew his hand back beneath his coat, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.
“That’s our show for today!” Said Christina, waving at the camera, her tits still dripping with jism and jiggling with each wave of her arm.
“We hope you all learned something!” Alexandra said. “Next time in on Sex-Ed For Dummies we have Olivia Holt in the studio where she will show us how to give the perfect handjob!”
“Bye-bye!” Said Christina.
The lights began to fade as the camera zoomed out. Still even as the picture faded, you could hear Christina saying, “Ok you two. Get those cocks back up, you’re gonna fuck us after that.”
“Damn straight!” Said Alexandra.
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Goddamn, that was bloody brilliant. I love Christina and am biased as big tits are my kinda thing, so this was obviously my favorite chapter thus far. ;D ;D
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Great work again. I can't wait for the next chapter
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Wow, that was amazing. I love how you write big tit celebs. I hope to see more of them in your works. This is my favorite chapter too so far.
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Agree with the above. Brilliant story
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Another outstanding episode!
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You are kicking some serious ass with these stories, the latest one has been the best.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not real! It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #4: Handjob
Starring Olivia Holt
Codes: MF, Handjob
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An enormous black cock filled the screen. A tiny, dainty perfectly-manicured hand was wrapped around the massive dick. Slowly, the camera zoomed out farther and farther until it revealed two people sitting next to one another on a couch. An enormous well sculpted African-American man was attached to the gigantic schlong. Next to him with her teeny fist clenched around his prick was an equally tiny, petite young blonde woman. Olivia Holt slowly slid her hand to the top of the stiff chocolate rod. She gave the head a gentle squeeze, only to slide back down to the base. Her movements were slow, controlled and methodical as she gazed alluringly into the camera.
“Hello all! Welcome back to Sex-Ed For Dummies. I’m Olivia Holt, actress, singer and nubile young hottie.” She flashed a stunning smile at the camera, her arm never wavering as it slowly jerked the mammoth piece of manmeat next to her. “Today, I will be demonstrating how to give the perfect handjob. If there is even such a thing.” She looked at her male costar quizzically, as if struggling to remember something. “This is…is…well, to be honest, I’ve forgotten his name.”
He opened his mouth to state his name, but she cut him off first. “But does it really matter? Because look at this size of this fucking dick!”
She bent over and leaned in close to examine it, staring with a wide opened mouth. It was quite the specimen. 11 inches long. Girthier than your average salami loaf. Thick veins twisted around the oversized cock. And sitting at the base were two fat testicles, each the size of a small clementine resting on the sofa. He was shaven clean, not a single strand of dark curly hair visible on his crotch. Olivia’s hand looked absurdly little next to it. She was barely able to curl her fingers all the way around the dark shaft as she stroked him.
“You may be asking yourself. Why is Olivia Holt here talking about handjobs? Well, let me tell you. I’ve got a long history of jerking guys off. Like, so so so many over the years. It really aids with the whole casting process. You know with directors, writers, executives, and especially producers.”
She flashed an overtly large wink at the producer who grinned sheepishly and nodded his head emphatically in agreement. Some of the crew were also nodding their heads with equally matching silly grins.
“Ok! Let’s begin! As you can see, we’ve already lubricated this bad boy up. Spit, lotion, lube or oils are all viable options when giving a handjob. Today I’ve opted for some nice oily lube. Don’t want my arm to get worn out! Normally you’d start off with a bit of over-the-pants action. You know, give him a little rubdown while the two of you fool around. We’ve skipped all that to get right to the meat of it.”
She shook his cock by the base as she said that. It waved back and forth through the air and she giggled. Now starting to pick up the pace a bit, she jacked the shiny slick shaft just a bit faster.
“Our friend here is circumcised, but what we talk about today shouldn’t make too much of a difference. If your cock isn’t circumcised, just peel that foreskin back and get to work! Gently of course. This goes without saying, but dry-dogging it isn’t advised. It might ok to rub one out really quick, but you definitely do not want any chaffing going on down there. Use lube people.”
Olivia squeezed his pole tight, kneading the bulbous mushroom head between dainty fingers. Crystal clear glistening precum was expelled from the tip. It rolled down the underbelly of the dark girthy pole. Her attentive eyes followed its slow descent down his prick. With nimble fingers she scooped it up, bringing her hand up to the light. Thumb and forefinger rubbing together, she smeared the precum all over her digits. Pulling them apart left a clear, sticky string connecting the two. She continued playing with it, back and forth, smearing it into her fingers and hand. A sly smirk danced across her lips as she glanced towards his face for his reaction. He watched with wide eyes, clearly in approval of her actions. A snap from offset brought her back to reality.
She cleared her throat before saying, “We are sitting here on a couch, just like a couple of horny teenagers in their parent’s living room. This is a prime position for a little hanky-panky. After your tool has been properly lubricated, just wrapped your hand around like this. Start at the base, squeeze tight with a firm grip. Not too tight though. You aren’t trying to choke him out. Then slide your hand up to the top in one fluid motion. Once at the top, slide back down. Easy enough! Start off slow, but you can build up speed pretty quickly unless you want to tease or edge him. He’ll usually let you know if he wants you to go faster.”
She demonstrated, giving a few long slow strokes from the base to tip. They were precise. Methodical. With just the right amount of grip. It wasn’t long before her hand was moving faster and faster. The squelching sounds echoed across the quiet set.
*SHICK*SHICK*SHLOCK*SHLICK*SCHLOCK*SHICK*
The sounds only grew louder as she thumped up and down, her hand a pale blur along the dark pillar of manmeat. The heads of every crew member bounced like a pogo stick, following the trajectory her palm as she ferociously beat his meat. The dude gripped the couch tighter, letting out a groan. He was in heaven. Then she stopped. Suddenly releasing his dick. It throbbed in protest.
“What the fuck?!?” He yelled, his deep voice booming out across the set.
“Don’t want you blowing too early. Still got lots more to show the folks at home!” Olivia said as she uncrossed her legs, giving a nice revealing look at the sheer black panties beneath her short skirt. “Stand up for me stud.”
He stood up, showing off his impressive height. Olivia stood as well, barely coming up to his chest. His cock was closer to eye level than it was to her hands. Shuffling behind her costar, she rested one hand on his toned and muscular stomach. Her fingers felt each rock-hard ab in his cut six-pack. Her other hand fondled his cock again, now aimed in front of him like a spear. Facing the camera, she peeked out from behind the dark muscular man. Her brown eyes sparkled as she started jacking him off again.
“If you stand behind him and jerk him off, that’s pretty hot too. And if he’s into butt stuff, then you can have a little fun playing with backdoor while you stroke him. A little prostate play can also go a long way, just make sure you ask before you stick a finger up his bum. How bout’ it pal?”
“Uhhhh…no thanks?”
Olivia shrugged and said, “Your loss. I know just the right spot to hit.”
The chocolate hunk took a moment to consider it, but in the end decided on no, shaking his head from side to side.
“Oh well. Next time then! Something we haven’t talked about yet are testicles! Balls. Nuts. Jewels. Nads. Bollocks.”
She grinned, flashing another glittering smile. Her hand molesting his midriff moved down his frame until it was below his gigantic schlong, resting on his inner thigh. She spread her fingers wide and began fondling his nustack. Her miniature palm could barely fit both of the plum-sized gonads as she dexterously began to juggle them back and forth, her well-manicured squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Jesus Christ!” She said, looking down as his dangling bits. “Most guys don’t have balls this big. Fuck. Well, anyways, you always want to be gentle with the balls, unless he tells you otherwise. Cupping them in the palm of your hand is a good way to start. Use your fingers to massage the sack, pressing gently rubbing around the scrotum. Make sure not to tug on his gonads.”
All five of her fingers worked independently, kneading and rubbing a different section of his ballsack as the heavy bollocks rested in the palm of her hand. They danced from his perineum in the back to the base of his shaft in the front, treating every inch to the most sensual of massages.
“How am I doing so far?” She asked, chuckling.
“Good. Really fucking good.” He grunted out.
“Make sure that you keep stroking while juggling his jewels. It really helps add another whole dimension to the handjob. And if you’re feeling ballsy.” She winked at the pun. “Move those fingers behind the sack and give his taint a little rubdown.
Her fingers left the bulging nustack and spent the next minute rubbing his taint, straying dangerous close to his butthole at times. Her other hand never stopped jerking his prick, sliding from base to tip with strong, quick, repetitive motions. His dark piss-slit winked at the camera, dribbling precum with every few strokes. The drops fell onto the gaudy carpeted floor, to stay there with the combined fluids of all the other guests that had shared the stage.
“You can ask him which hand he usually jerks off with. Right or left. Then use the opposite hand, it’ll give him a whole new experience. So, which is it pal, righty or leftie?”
“Err, right I guess.”
“Great!” She said, switching up her hands so now her left hand was doing the stroking and her right one moved down to work his hanging cum-filled orbs.
“Feel any different?” She asked.
He nodded his assent. She smiled and jerked him harder. She repeated her same techniques that she had demonstrated thus far with her other hand.
“Ok! Time to switch things up!” Olivia declared, letting go of his cock and stepping around in front of him.
She knelt down in from of him, thrusting out her ass as she got into position. Both the camera and crew were treated to a nice eyeful of that perky behind before she settled on the floor. Her already petite frame look even smaller down there in comparison. She reached up with both hands to grab the cock in front of her. The camera swung around to get a nice profile view of them, Olivia Holt kneeling in front of this big black cock.
“Kneeling in front of him like this is a great way to show your submissive side. He’ll loom over you with his big dick right in your face and you can stroke to your hearts content. This position is prime for two hands. And this cock needs it! Hell, it probably needs three or four!”
She gripped his cock like an Olympic gymnast grips a pole. It was still shiny, plenty slick with the lube they had started with. Holding both hands out in front of her with her elbows out to side, she began to jerk it. Looking very much like she was doing a Shake-Weight commercial, the cock quivered in front of her feeling both hands working over its shaft. She kept both hands together as she jerked. Muscles bulged in her arms as she jacked that dick for all it was worth. Once again, her hands became a speeding pale blur as they moved across the oversized ebony dong. The squelching sounds were back. Louder than ever before.
*SHLOCK*SHICK*SHLICK*SLOCK*SHLOCK*SHICK*
Above those noises she said, “Usually this position also goes great with blowjobs, but we already know that from our lesson with Taylor Swift! So that means no cock-sucking for me today.” She frowned and pouted at the camera, still working the shaft. “That’s too bad because my arms are getting tired! Can you sit back down?”
She stared up alluring at the chiseled stud above her. He nodded and collapsed back onto the couch, his dick swinging with enough force to take an eye out. Olivia stood back up and sat down on his other side. Dutifully she fisted his pick and started jerking again.
“Ok, a couple of advanced techniques and I’ll have him spewing in no time. Straight up jacking is all well and fine, but add a little twist to your strokes and have your man squirming.”
Olivia slowed down her strokes to demonstrate. Like she was turning a screwdriver, her tiny fist twisted around the shaft as she moved up and twisted back as she slid down. A potent mixture of lube and precum oozed from between her fingers as she did so.
“You can use both hands and twist in opposite directions along the shaft.”
Both hands took hold of his slippery boner and twisted in opposite directions, working in perfect unison as she stroked from tip to balls. The level of dexterity and precision was awe-inspiring. One of the crew was actually jotting down notes to try out on himself later. Now quite pink in the face, she released him, fanning herself with both sticky hands.
“Excuse me! I’m getting all hot and bothered. Let’s get you off buddy so I can go rub one out in my dressing room.” She said.
She grabbed him by the tip and slid all the way down the base. As she hit the bottom, she let go just as her other hand grabbed the tip. It too slid all the way down only to let go. She repeated this downward action over and over again working his cock like she was shucking an ear of corn. Without warning, she reversed direction, grabbing him by the base and rocketing upwards with a single hand. As soon as her palm left the swollen mushroom tip, her other hand grabbed the base and shot upwards as well. She repeated this upwards motion in a fluid continuous cycle of stroking. Finally, she turned to stare into the camera, smiling wickedly.
“For that final push, I think a little dirty talk is in order. Always an important part of any handjob.”
She snuggled in close to him and craned her neck upwards to whisper into his ear. The boom guy hurried forward, somewhat awkwardly as the raging hardon in his pants made it difficult to move. He wanted to make sure he got every naughty word.
“Here we go big boy. God, I could jerk you off all day. I can’t get enough of this big, hard dick. It’s so stiff in-between my fingers, harder than a rock! There’s just one more thing I want. Your cum. I can’t wait anymore. I need you to explode everywhere! Just blow that load all over my little hands. What do you say? Will you cum for me? Huh? Pretty please. Please!”
She purred like a sex kitten, her voice dripping with honey and feigned innocence. He groaned and squirmed as she pouted and batted her eyelashes. Abandoning all the fancy tricks, she was back to straight-up jerking him at lightspeed.
“Ohhhh yes!” She squealed delightedly. “I can feel you getting harder! Give me that creamy cum!”
“Yea babe! Keep stroking that fucking dick!” He shouted, deafening the boom guy.
“That’s it! That’s it! I can feel it! Give me that cum! Right now, baby!”
He closed his eyes and roared like a wounded animal. Olivia quickly placed one teensy hand above the massive black pillar. His balls visibly contracted as his mushroom head swelled before unleashing thick, sticky spunk upwards. One hand never stopped stroking him as the other covered the erupting slab of manmeat. Ropes of cum burst forth, flying skywards. They painted the palm of her hand with copious amounts of hot, gluey jism. The initial splatter drenched her hand, but it was quickly followed by more with each continued jerk of her hand. As she pumped more and more cum out of him, if rolled down the thick chocolate shaft. Even more cum rained down on his lap as she milked every last ounce of semen from his massive black balls. Finally, he gave one last spurt before relaxing, sinking back into the sofa. Olivia waited expectantly to see if there would be any more. When there wasn’t, she moved her hand aside, examining the pasty white man-goo covering it.
“Make sure while he’s cumming that you keeping stroking. That’s very important. Especially if you want him to shoot far! And at the very end after it seems like he is done, squeeze from base to tip one last time. This will get the last of that cum out of his urethra.”
She did just that, squeezing the base and slowly working her way up to the top. Kneading the fat mushroom head between petite fingers. She pushed out one last large globule of cum. It dribbled down to join the other spunk now concealing around his balls. Upon closer inspection, his entire lap was a mess of cum. It gently leaked onto the couch cushion beneath him. With both of her hands both splattered with jizz, she waved them at the camera, wiggling each of her cum-covered her fingers.
“And there we have it! Now, it’s hard to give a truly phenomenal handjob. Guys are always jerking their dicks and most can handle their own junk better than anyone else, but if you follow what you saw here today, you might just surprise him.” Olivia said as she adjusted herself on the couch, clearly agitated and aroused at the sight and smell of so much semen around her. “Now, for next time on Sex-Ed For Dummies, we have a very much anticipated episode. Anal sex!”
Olivia paused, squinting at the prompter as though she couldn’t believe what she was reading. “Is this right?’ She asked, indicating the prompter.
The producer nodded his head vigorously, gesturing for her to go on.
“Wow, ok. So next time we will have Bryce Dallas Howard in the studio. She will be teaching the lesson on anal sex lesson. And as a special treat, she will be on hand to assist Camila Cabello. Camila is going to be losing her anal virginity here on set. And all of this in front of a live studio audience!”
There were large grins from every single member of the crew as she read those words.
“I might just have to come back to see that! Anyhow, I’m Olivia Holt and this has been another installment of Sex-Ed For Dummies. Goodnight all!”
She waved one semen covered hand goodbye before bringing it to her lips and blowing a kiss right into the camera as it faded to black. She licked the bit of spunk left behind on her lips, giving one final wink.
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That might be the best handjob scene I've ever read. GREAT work.
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More fine work from you. I like how this series breaks down sex acts chapter to chapter. Few authors out there put as much dedication and detail into something like a handjob or a blowjob. Thank you for that. Some of us who like those fetishes can really dive in and enjoy the story slowly.
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More fine work from you. I like how this series breaks down sex acts chapter to chapter. Few authors out there put as much dedication and detail into something like a handjob or a blowjob. Thank you for that. Some of us who like those fetishes can really dive in and enjoy the story slowly.
Appreciate you saying so! That's the goal. The lessons so far have all been pretty standard stuff, but I hope to get more specialized in later chapters with specific kinks or fetishes. I'll try my hardest to do those justice. If you've a suggestion on a topic feel free to shoot me a message or drop a comment!
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guessing the next one is anal. great job on the series slyguy
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Gave you five stars, that was awesome. I like the level of detail, it is inspiring like your other series. ;)
If the next one is anal, oh boy, I can't wait to see who you choose. So many wonderful big booty women out there. ;D
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I can't believe something as simple as a handjob got such an awesome episode . . .
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not real! It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #5: Anal
Starring Bryce Dallas Howard & Camila Cabello
Codes: MF, MFF, Anal, ATM, Masturbation, Oral
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“Hello and welcome back to another episode of Sex-Ed For Dummies!” The announcer yelled, his voice deep and booming.
The camera panned down across the live studio audience as they cheered and clapped, clearly very excited to be there. Each audience member was better looking than the last. Women and men alike were 10’s across the board. The camera came to rest on a devilishly handsome older gentleman in a crisp sleek suit, seated behind a large wooden desk on what appeared a late-night set. His features were chiseled, his hair a nice blend of salt and pepper, the smile lines deep on his tanned face.
“Hi everyone. Hugh Johnson here, and I’ll be hosting our lovely guests this evening. We’ve got a great show for you tonight and are extremely excited to have full house!” The crowd shouted, applauded and stamped their feet. Hugh smiled widely, showing off perfectly white teeth. “It’s a special show tonight. Something we’ve been getting requests for since day one. Anal! Sex that is. Does it hurt? Will there be shit everywhere? Does it give better orgasms? We’ll answer it all. Or more specifically, our first guest will! Please welcome, Bryce Dallas Howard!”
He threw his hands to the side. Bryce emerged from behind the thick red velvet curtain, smiling brightly and waving to the audience. She blew a kiss as she sauntered across the stage, her heel’s clicking on the floor. The busty redheaded MILF was dressed surprisingly professionally. A tight form, fitting red dress only served to highlight just well-endowed she was, both up top and on the bottom. The eyes of every audience and crew member followed her ass as it shifted from side to side while she walked. She shook hands with Hugh, as they exchanged a quick peck on the cheek. Just before sitting down in her chair, she gave her ass a little wiggle for the camera. The ample flesh strained against the tight fabric of her dress, threatening to tear at the seams before she turned around and sat down in the chair. The crowd clapped and cheered. Uncrossing her legs with a wink, she gave a nice quick upskirt to every viewer.
“Welcome Bryce!”
“Thanks Hugh! So glad to be here!” She replied, beaming at him and gazing out over the crowd with wide pale green eyes.
“Let’s get right down to it Bryce. You’re here today to talk about and demonstrate anal sex. Considered something of a taboo to your average everyday citizen, what do you enjoy so much about it?”
“I didn’t start having anal sex until I was older, in my 30’s. I was nervous at first, but I had a trustworthy partner and we both really wanted to try it.”
“With an ass like that, I can’t blame him!”
“The first time can be painful if you’re not careful about, but really if you make the necessary preparations, it can be unbelievable. Ladies, I’m talking about the best orgasms you’ve ever had. Like, squirt ten feet across the room kind of orgasms.”
“Wow! And how about for a gentleman who might be interested in anal?” Hugh asked.
“I mean, obviously I don’t have a penis, so I can’t speak for men, but I’ve heard from many sources that both giving and taking it up the butt is remarkable.”
“Ok, so you didn’t start having anal sex until you were in your 30’s, what makes you our expert here today?”
“Besides the fact I’ve got an ass that just won’t quit?” She gave a tinkling laugh. “I really just can’t get enough of it. Making up for lost time and all that. My husband fucks my ass more often then he fucks my pussy!”
“Sounds good enough for me! But, what about first time anal? What do you need to do to prepare?”
“That’s why we have Camila Cabello here today.” The crowd started to clap again. A few whoops from some of the guys could be heard. “Yea, give it up for Camila! She’ll be coming out a little later in the show. She’s here today to demonstrate that losing your anal virginity is not the big deal we make it out to be. That’s not to say there isn’t any preparation involved for your first time.”
“Such as?” Hugh asked, a pencil and notepad at the ready. The cocky grin on his face said that he was already very familiar with this subject, but we would give a good of show of ignorance.
“You definitely want to do some anal play before sticking a big ol’ cock up there. Fingers. Tongues. Toys, if you’ve got them. Buttplugs are your friend! They really stretch the sphincter out and get it ready to receive. To make things more fun, you can wear one all day as a sexy treat. They feel wonderful. Sometimes, I’m even wearing one on set, if I don’t have to do an action scene that day. Another thing. Don’t eat spicy foods the day before. Especially the first time. Because if your stomach is even a little upset, then there is a chance that when he pulls out you will lose control and shit everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Nobody wants that.” She rubbed her chin as she considered what else to say. “You would think I wouldn’t have to say this, but LUBE UP! Seriously. You can’t do anal with some kind of lube. The butthole doesn’t get wet like a vagina does. Absolutely no dry-dogging it.”
“Uh-huh, anything else you want the folks at home to know?”
Bryce thought about her answer before saying, “I think it would be better if I just showed everyone! Let’s get my partner out here already!”
Hugh nodded and the crowd began to clap again as the velvet curtain opened once more and a stunning Latin hunk swaggered out. He was tall, absolutely ripped, muscles bulging as he made his way across the stage. His jet-black hair was slicked back, and he had just a hint of stubble on his handsome features. The bulge in his tight pants was evident even from across the room. Bryce’s went wide and her jaw dropped as she took in every inch of this tanned stud. One lady in the crowd actually swooned, slumping down in her seat at the sight of him. He shook hands with Hugh and then extended his hand to shake Bryce’s. Her mouth was still opened, eyes glued to his crotch.
“Eh-hem!” Hugh said, startling Bryce out of her stupor. “This is Hector. He’ll be your costar for today.”
She stood up and quickly shook his hand, her usually pale face a bright shade of pink.
“Hector?” Hugh asked. “Ever had anal sex before?”
“Of course.” He said through a thick accent. “Lots of times.”
“How about with anyone with an ass as fine as Bryce’s?”
Hector eyed the 38-year-old MILF, his eyes glued to her behind. She wiggled it a bit for him as he stared unashamedly.
“Don’t think so.” Hector replied with a grin.
Together they moved over to another stage, away from the desk and chairs. A plush bed was laid out before them. Velvet sheets the same color as the curtain with many fluffy looking pillows and a gaudy looking headboard.
“Here we are folks. Enough talking. Time for some action!” Hugh said, “I’ll let Bryce take it over from here.”
“Thanks Hugh!” Bryce said. “First thing’s first! Time to get naked!”
Immediately Hector unzipped her dress for her. It slipped off her shoulders, revealing a black bra underneath. That too quickly came off as well, revealing her pale milky tits to the air. Her nipples were as pink as her face. She shimmied out of the dress letting it drop to the floor. Stepping out of it, she struck a pose for the camera as it zoomed it, taking in her rear in all its pale fleshy glory, the black g-string flossing between supple white buttcheeks. She gave her booty a little slap, sending ripples through her ample backside. Hector leaned over and gave it a harder smack. Bryce gave a squeak and smiled as her entire butt jiggled. Sauntering towards the edge of the stage, booty and boobs a-jiggling, she pulled down her black thong, letting the fabric fall to the ground before leaning over to pick it up, presenting her ass for all to see. Her pink pussy was also on full display. As she picked up the undergarment, she pulled back on it like a slingshot and fired it into the crowd. It landed between two gentlemen who promptly began to fight over it. After a brief struggle, a winner emerged and held it up high for all to see before bringing it to his nose and breathing in deeply. His other hand immediately flew to his lap, starting to rub the evident boner sticking up there. The producer jogged over from his chair.
“Nah-uh! No touching yourself!” He said, waving his hands at the guy clutching Bryce’s panties.
He only reluctantly stopped rubbing himself, but tucked the black undergarment down the front of his trousers and shuddered.
“Now, when you’re having anal sex, it helps to be totally and utterly aroused. I’m talking like dickdrunk levels of horniness. You’ll need lots of foreplay for your lady to feel comfortable.” Bryce said as she laid on the bed and spread her legs wide, revealing her pink slit with a landing strip of fiery red hair. It turns out the carpet did match the drapes. “Get over here and eat this pussy Hector.”
The Latin stud was all too eager to comply as he slithered onto the mattress and buried his dark-haired head between the redhead’s thighs. He licked her twat with a nimble tongue and nibbled at her clit as she threw her head back against the headboard and gasped. Her hands found his head, running her fingers through his dark shiny hair. The crowd watched eagerly as Bryce squirmed and moaned with pleasure beneath Hector’s oral ministrations. Her hands left his head to move up her body and tug at her puffy pink nipples. She moaned louder and louder as he buried his tongue deeper and deeper into her snatch. Once Bryce felt she was sufficiently warmed up, she dragged Hector away from her pussy and flipped over onto her stomach before thrusting her ass high up in the air.
She turned to face the camera and said, “Once he’s munched on your pussy for a bit, it’s time to move onto the asshole. And if he doesn’t like eating ass, then he shouldn’t be putting his dick up there.”
Hector had zero problems as he dove right in-between those soft buttcheeks, spreading them apart so the camera could get a nice close up of her bleached, pink and puckered asshole. He ran his tongue around her tight anal ring before penetrating it with the tip of his tongue. If Bryce had been loud before, it was nothing compared to now as Hector tongue-fucked her rear entryway, drenching her rosebud with copious saliva as he slobbered away.
“Start out with fingers once he’s licked you a bit.” Bryce said, her voice somewhat muffled with her face buried in the sheets. “But lube them up first!”
Hector grabbed the supplied lube, coating it over his hands and rubbing it around slick fingers before prying her cheeks apart again, leaving shiny handprints behind. Everyone watched with bated breath as he slowly slid one finger in Bryce’s backdoor. She groaned as he pushed in knuckle deep with ease. He worked his finger out to the tip before sliding it back in several times over. It was quickly followed up with two fingers. Then three. With each finger penetration, Bryce gave a loud gasp. Before long Hector was fingerbanging her backdoor with force, the squelching sounds echoing across the stage. As Hector built up even more speed, Bryce pushed him off, ready for the real thing.
“If you still don’t feel prepared after the fingers, then you may want to utilize some toys. But, I’m wet and ready. I want that big dick up my ass ASAP!” She said, shaking her booty as Hector frantically pulled his cock out from behind his underwear. As it flopped into view, Bryce cursed staring at the veiny behemoth. “Fuck! That’s supposed to fit up my ass! Jesus! Camila’s gonna have it rough!”
Hector shrugged and grinned as he squirted more lube onto his massive prick until it was slick and shiny in the bright studio lights. The crowd cheered as Bryce settled onto all fours, presenting her ass for the taking. Hector got into position, wielding his cock like a weapon, he beat his bronze dickhead against her white tushy several times before lining it up with her butthole. Bryce made it wink at him.
“Breathing is very important. You don’t want to hold your breath because it will make you tense up. Just breathe and relax. If it hurts, tell your partner and let yourself adjust before trying again or going further in.”
Hector pressed his fat mushroom head against her tight anal ring and pushed. Bryce was clearly the anal expert she claimed to be, otherwise there was no way her sphincter would have taken a dick of that length and girth so easily. Even so, there was still some resistance as he pushed. Her asshole stretched as she cried out, her pitch rising with each passing second until there was a loud *POP* and his bell-end slid inside.
“FFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!!” Bryce screamed out as the crowd watched Hector’s penis disappeared inch by girthy inch into her backside.
He came to rest, balls deep, letting her get accustomed to the gigantic schlong stuffed up her backdoor.
“Doggystyle is a great starter position for anal.” Bryce said. “It also gives him a nice view of your ass!”
Hector grinned and grabbed a handful of alabaster flesh, kneading the jiggly mass between his fingers. It was followed up quickly with another smack. At Bryce’s nod, he began thrusting slowly. The crowd was having a real hard time not touching themselves. All over the stands, hands covertly moved across crotches, or slipped under skirts, feeling hardened dicks and clits alike as the big-bootied redhead was plowed from behind, large breasts swinging beneath her as Hector picked up speed. One hand was between her legs, massaging her wet slit as the impact of Hector’s thrusts rocked her entire body.
“Continued vaginal stimulation is recommended. It’s helps heighten the state of arousal and can help if it’s a bit uncomfortable at first.” Bryce said, grunting out the words between humps. “This position is also great for some spanking! Start out with a light smack to see how your partner responds. If they like it, do it harder until you find a force you’re both comfortable with! Me? I like it hard. Smack dat ass baby.”
Hector maintained his ramming speed as he raised one muscular arm high, spreading his five fingers wide, his hand large enough to palm a basketball. He brought it down with a sharp smack that cut through the air like a knife. Bryce shivered and her eyes momentarily rolled into the back of her head as she felt his hand connected with her shaking tushy. And shake it did. With each smack to Bryce’s ample keister, ripples moved across it likes waves on a pond. Both Hector and the crowd liked the look of it. He whacked and whacked, Bryce crying out each time until her pale skin glowed with a bright pink handprint. Limbs trembling, she laid down flat on the bed, squashing her tits beneath her and letting Hector slip out of her.
“Prone-bone is nice because you can feel your partner on top of you.”
Hector spread her cheeks again, looking down at the empty chasm left behind by his cock. Grinning, he slipped back inside with absolutely no problem. He laid his muscular tanned form on top of her pale curves. Using his hands to hold himself up he slammed himself down like a piledriver absolutely wrecking Bryce’s tight butthole. Tilting her head backwards, she pulled down his head for a long lingering kiss, filled with lots of sloppy tongue, punctuated with gasps and moans each time Hector drove himself balls deep into her rectum. She broke it saying, “Ok, now time for something a little different.”
Bryce rolled onto her back as Hector reluctantly pulled out of her again. Grabbing a hefty calf in each hand, she pulled back so her legs were high up in the air. Now the entire crowd could get a good look at just how gaping her asshole was. Several jaws dropped as they stared mesmerized by the deep dark hole. Placing a leg on each of Hector’s shoulders, he lined up with her anus and pushed inside.
“FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!!” Bryce cried out. “SOOOO GOD DAMN DEEP!”
As Hector began thrusting again, she tried to recover her composure, “This position hits really deep. Not recommended for beginners!”
It was too much. The crowd couldn’t take it anymore. Most were openly masturbating, hard dicks pulled from tight trousers and skirts flipped up as fingers were sunk knuckle deep into sticky twats. The producer was running up and down the stairs, trying to tear people away from their own genitals, but he was having very little luck as he was roughly pushed back.
Hector railed Bryce harder and harder, pushing on her legs as he did so, slowly inching them further and further back. She grabbed hold of them and pulled, until her heels were just about touching her ears. Her asshole could not possibly be more open than it was than in this position. And she let the studio know it, screeching like a banshee as she was pounded by the big Latin cock. While Bryce’s hands were occupied, Hector wildly frigged her clit until it was clear she was about to cum.
“POUND MY ASSHOLE YOU BIG-DICKED STUD!!! FUCKING WRECK ME!! YEA!! YEA!! YEA!! OHHH GAWD!!! I’M CUMMING!!! KEEP GOING!!!”
Hector didn’t stop as his pelvis slammed into Bryce’s ass over and over again. Sweat glistening on his tanned chiseled body as she got closer and closer to climax.
“C-CC-CCUUUMMMINGGG!!!!” Bryce screamed as a spray of lady cum shot forth from spasming cunt, drenching Hector from face to groin in her sticky juices.
He blinked in surprise as the juices dripped down his muscular torso, licking the pleasant taste on his lips. Bryce let her legs fall forward, flopping onto the already sticky sheets. Hector pulled his bulging rod from her well and truly fucked asshole.
Bryce groaned and looked around for the camera, “Squirting… happens more often than you’d think with anal. I’d never squirted in my entire life until I started getting fucked up the ass.” She looked down to Hector who was slowly stroking his cock. “Let’s get you off bud.” Bryce looked around and said,
“Actually Hugh, can we borrow your desk?”
“Sure Bryce! Come on over!” Hugh said cheerily.
Hugh stood up from behind his desk and somewhat awkwardly moved to the side, his tight suit pants doing absolutely nothing to conceal the massive erection hidden there. Bryce stood up on shaky legs, wrapped a hand around Hector’s dick and led him over to the desk. The camera followed them the entire way. She proceeded to bend over, resting her torso on the hard wood and presenting her ass, high up in the air.
“Fuck me big boy.” She said with a wink.
“You got it chica.” Hector said, smacking his cock against her ass a couple of times before sticking it back inside.
Bryce clutched the desk with her well-kept fingernails as Hector jackhammered in and out of her puckered butthole. The desk shook and rattled, making a screeching noise as it was pushed across the set, inch by inch with the force of Hector’s hammering hips.
“Bent over something, whether a desk, bed, chair or whatever is a fantastic position for anal.” Bryce said. “It lets your partner go full force because they are standing up, while you can relax and take it! Go Hector! Harder!” Hector slammed harder. “I SAID HARDER!”
“Madre dios…” He muttered and pummeled her even harder.
And as her ass rippled, pinned between Hector’s pummeling pelvis and the hard wood of the desk, Bryce found herself cumming again, squirting another liter of clear fluid all over Hugh’s mahogany desk.
“Oops…” Bryce said, trying and failing to look at the camera with cross-eyed vision.
Hector wasn’t far behind, pulling his dick out, gazing down at her fat ass and fisting his prick as the camera zoomed in tight for the money shot. He jerked himself until he gave a grunt and thick, white ropes burst forth from his throbbing prick. Blast after blast of gooey semen spurted onto Bryce’s backside. The pink cheeks were soon covered in enough spunk to make it look like she sat in a tray of murky off- white paint. The crowd paused in their frantic masturbation to watch in awe as it trickled down her rounded cheeks, onto her legs and the floor. Bryce laid sprawled across the desk for a minute, recovering before looking up at the camera.
“Cumming all over your ass is nice, because it lets you see the fruits of your labor. Plus, it’s a little easier to clean up.” She said with a wink, wiping some of the dribbling cum with her fingers and licking them one by one.
Turning around and squatting on shaky legs, she looked eye level at Hector’s deflating cock, a bit of spunk still hanging from the tip.
“It’s common curtesy to clean your partner’s member. I think it’s only fair if he’s licking your butthole to return the favor.”
Bryce opened wide and inch by inch swallowed Hector’s dick down to the base, her nose pressed into his pubic region, tongue clearly working to clean every inch.
“Mierda!” Hector cried as he felt the insatiable red head suck every last drop of cum from his urethra.
When Bryce released him with a *POP*, she said, “Plus, I like the taste.” She gave a little giggle.
“Well, why don’t we bring out our next guest while we give those two a minute to recover and clean up a bit.” Hugh said as the camera moved over to him standing in front of the thick velvet curtain. “Please welcome Camila Cabello to the stage!”
The audience cheered loudly, but there was no clapping as their hands were all preoccupied. Camila came out from behind the velvet curtain, clad in the tightest yoga pants you’ve ever seen and wearing only a sportsbra for a top. She spun around, showing off her curvaceous figure, smiling and waving to the masturbating crowd. She gave a look of mock surprise as she spotted the many sizable dicks and sopping twats visible throughout the audience. She shook hands with Hugh, and they shared a kiss on the cheek.
“How are you doing today Camila? Bit nervous?” Hugh asked, oozing charm from every pore.
“A bit Hugh. But also, excited.”
“Want to tell the folks at home why you’ve decided to pop your anal cherry live in the studio today?”
Camila smiled and nodded, staring straight down the lens, “Anal can be scary for first timers, I wanted to show everyone that there is nothing to be frightened of. Bryce and I have been talking for weeks. I thought by showing everyone a nice big prick going up this booty.” She gave her own ass a smack. “It would let others feel they could do the same!”
“But why now?” Hugh asked, pressing deeper while his eyes ogled her ample backside.
“I’m 22 years old. It’s been long enough. Boys have been wanting to get a piece of this ass for years now. I’ve always said no because I was nervous. No more. So many of my friends enjoy anal, looking at you Taylor Swift! Now it’s my time.”
Hugh grinned from ear to ear, “Why not give a little show of why so many boys wanted to tap that ass?”
Camila smiled and nodded, turning around and thrusting out her backside. She dropped to the ground, gyrating her hips in a hypnotic fashion as she slowly rose back up. Bending over, she started to twerk. The crowd watched with open, drooling mouths as her absurdly large booty shimmied and shook, her well-practiced dance moves vibrating her rear with ease. She looked over her shoulder, casting an alluring gaze over the crowd while she worked her money-maker. It didn’t take long for Hector to wander over.
“Hey there guapo.” Camila said with a wink. “I saw you giving Bryce a few good smacks before. What about me?”
He grabbed onto that twerking beauty and gave it a couple of good licks. The skin-tight fabric of the yoga pants could barely contain the jiggle as he whacked it with his meaty palm. Camila cooed each time his hand connected with her backside. Before long, Hector grabbed the hem of her pants and pulled. They tore along the seam with ease, ripping right down the middle with a sound that echoed throughout the studio. As the fabric fell away, Hector spread her caramel colored cheeks wide to reveal a large bejeweled buttplug. Camila turned her head around to face the camera, put one finger to those puffy lips and made a face as if to say, “Oops, you caught me.”
“Wow! Look at that thing! So shiny!” Hugh said, standing off to the side. “While we let these two get a bit more comfortable, we actually have a short clip from Camila of putting the buttplug in. Is that correct?”
Camila nodded, “It’s so important to stretch out that sphincter for the first time, or if you haven’t done it in a while. Bryce helped me pick this one out and I’d thought I’d shoot a little video to show everyone how to put it in.”
“Let’s roll that clip!” Hugh shouted.
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“Hey all!” Camila was holding her phone in her hotel room. “I’m going to be on Sex-Ed For Dummies later today, where I’ll be losing my anal virginity. So, first thing’s first. I need to stick this up my ass.”
She held up a bright pink buttplug, ending in a shiny bejeweled handle, looking nervously at the sextoy in her hand. “Jeez, it’s pretty big. I’m gonna need to warm up first.”
Placing the phone down, she grabbed an equally pink ribbed vibrator. She shook her ass a bit for the camera before lying flat on her back on the bed and spreading her legs wide. The vibrator turned on with a buzz. Immediately placing it against her clit, she teased her pussy with the bright pink plastic cock. It probed deeper and deeper with each pass over her pussy lips, eliciting loud moans from Camila. Before long the pink plastic cock was disappearing in and out of her snatch as her other hand strummed her clit.
The video cut and suddenly Camila was screaming as an orgasm rocked her 5’2-foot frame, spread out on the bed. Panting, she flipped up her mess of dark hair and looked back at the camera, “Now for the buttplug.”
Getting on all fours, she first probed her asshole with fingers. One. Two. Then three. Next came the vibrator, sliding just the tip in and working it around. Finally, she lubed up the glittering pink buttplug and stuck it between her cheeks. Slowly but surely, she pressed it against her puckered bumhole, her noises growing louder and louder with each passing second. It took several tries before she pushed it inside with audible *POP*, the plastic toy sliding all the way inside until only the shiny jeweled end was visible. Camila brought the camera back close to her face.
“Phew. Ok, now that’s in, it’s time to get ready and head to the studio! I can’t wait to see you all later!” She blew a kiss with those magnificent dick-sucking lips before waving goodbye.
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“What clip!” Hugh exclaimed as he struggled in vain to adjust his tight slacks. “And it looks like our three stars are ready. Who wants to see more anal?”
The crowd cheered as the camera swung back over the gaudy bed. Camila was on all fours, much as Bryce had been not too long ago. Hector was ready with his hand on the buttplug, eager to pull it out. Bryce lay down next to her, fingers trailing along her wet pussy as Camila pouted her wonderfully full lips.
“Go ahead Hector. She’s ready.” Bryce whispered.
Hector gave a tug and Camila’s eyes flew wide opened as she let out a cry. He tugged again, her tight sphincter straining to stretch over the bulbous plastic toy. He tried again, stretching it even more. One more pull and it popped out, causing every fiber of Camila’s being to tremble with pleasure. Bryce stroked both their pussy’s faster.
“Once the buttplug is out. It’s very important to quickly stick your cock in. You don’t want that sphincter tightening back up.” Bryce said.
Hector needed no further instruction, giving the quickest of licks to Camila’s rosebud before lining his dick up to her backdoor fuckhole. Back up to his full impressive length, he pressed against Camila’s sphincter, his second asshole of the day. The dark hole winked at the crowd as Camila flexed, showing a surprising amount of control over her sphincter for someone so inexperienced with anal play. There was still some pressure and resistance from Hector’s lubed up shiny dick, but once his head was in, the hardest part was over. The buttplug had done its job. Camila was breathing hard, trying to relax as Hector slowly filled up her poop chute inch by inch.
“Remember to relax!” Bryce said, whispering to Camila, “You’re doing so good, taking that huge cock up your ass. Just a few more inches. Here we go. Good girl.”
Camila felt a huge pressure, but before she knew it, Hector was all the way inside. Every single inch of his massive cock hidden inside Camila’s backdoor, his heavy hanging balls touching her pussy as it was stroked by Bryce. He gave her but a moment before beginning to move his hips. Unlike Bryce, he went slow, sliding only a few girthy inches out of Camila’s no longer virgin butthole before putting them back in. He needed to let her get accustomed to the massive fleshy python before pounding her senseless.
“Mierda! Soy apretado!” Hector cried as his cock fought for every inch against the hugging walls of Camila’s colon.
Camila turned to look at him and spat a quick phrase of Spanish his way. He grinned and replied equally as fast. In an instant, a flurry of naughty words and expressions were thrown back and forth, both parties clearly getting off on the dirty talk in their native tongue. And as Hector picked up the pace, the crowd grew even more restless. People were turning to one another, lips touching and hands searching out for the other’s genitals, the scene in front of them too hot to bear alone. Bryce laid back, letting Camila fingerfuck her own twat as Hector took her from behind, using her hips like handles. Bryce fingered herself with ferocity equal to that of the horny crowd. She let them fuck for a while, before speaking up.
“Do you like to be on top Camila? I think the folks at home would enjoy that.”
Camila nodded between her grunting. Hector wrenched his cock from her bowels and laid flat on the bed, his dick standing tall. Squatting over his cock, she spread her cheeks apart giving the camera another nice view of her sphincter. She sank downwards as Hector’s cock vanished between those voluptuous bronze buttcheeks. It reentered her rectum much easier this time. He filled Camila up until her buttocks rested on his lap like a cushion, his cock entirely vanished from view. Then she began to bounce up and down, sliding along his rigid pole and shrieking like a madwoman with each repeated penetration. She worked her snug bunghole up and down his flesh pipe with surprising ease.
“Look at her go!” Bryce yelled. “She’s taking it like a champ!”
Indeed, Camila was bouncing her booty up and down Hector’s dick like it was a pogo stick. Dark hair flying in every direction, petite tits jiggling and lips in a permanent O-shape as she screamed out her pleasure. Hector grabbed another handful of the bouncing bronze booty in smacking into his lap, unable to stop himself from groping the fleshy tanned globes before him. Getting to her knees, Camila leaned forward and rode him hard, like a cowboy at a rodeo, his cock threatening to burst free from her pooper with each hard motion.
“Owww, smack that ass Hector! Whack that bouncy booty!” Bryce cried, fingering her snatch faster than ever before.
Hector would never tired of watching that booty jiggle after a hard smack by his hefty palm. After three good smacks, a pink outline of his hand was visible on her caramel colored booty. Every eye in the studio was glued to Camila’s backside, the crowd now out of control. Frantic masturbating and jacking each off had turned into an all-out orgy. People who had been feeling up their neighbors, teamed up with whoever was next them, men, women, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was a release from the pent-up sexual tension after watching not one, but two famous, gorgeous beautiful women now take it up the butt. As clothes came flying off, the producer struggled in one last vain attempt to try and control the horny crowd. Running up and down the steps, he tried to pry duos, trios or even quadrios off each other. Finally, he reached one pair in the midst of a hard banging and the woman in turned to face him. She grabbed his crotch, pulling the zipper down and fishing his cock out before he could utter another word.
As her mouth wrapped around his prick, he gave a large shrug with shoulders and said, “Eh. What the hell.” He started to disrobe as well, grabbing her head and thrusting a few times into her mouth while a ripped dude plunged his dick in and out of her dripping snatch.
The rest of the crew looked at one another before they too started stripping and ran to join the raucous orgy blooming to life in the rattling stands. Camila called out her approval as Hector now thrusted upwards into her tight backdoor, the bed and entire stage shaking with their combined efforts. Each thrust of his hips sent his balls smacking against her twat as he fucked her good and hard. Still on top of him, Camila slammed downwards, achieving maximum possible penetration with each of their combined motions. Bryce had moved to the front of the pair and was now friggin herself and Camila so fast that her fingers looked like blurs.
Camila tossed her hair out of her face, and turned her head to watch Hector, an alluring cum-draining look on her face as she puckered her pouty lips and purred. Hector was only hanging on by a thread, her tight virgin asshole doing its best to coax another big fat load from his large Latino balls.
“Usually first time anal doesn’t last too long!” Bryce yelled over the noises of the crowd. “That tight virgin asshole usually makes him blow his wad in no time, which is good. You don’t want to overdo it in the first run. That’s what the next time is for!”
She crawled back up to Hector and asked, “What do you say? Almost there? Ready to cum up Camila Cabello’s ass?”
He grunted out an affirmation as together his cock reached deeper and deeper into her bowels with every lust-driven thrust. Camila cooed her approval at the idea of this Latin hunk losing his load.
Camila growled like a minx, “I’m ready for it chico. Can’t wait to feel that big creamy load paint by bowels white. Give to it me! Blow that a big fat load up my virgin asshole! YEA!”
This prompted Hector to renew his efforts as his breathing grew more and more labored until it sounded like he was running a marathon. The bed creaked, threatening to collapse beneath them. Bryce’s own eyes were fluttering, about to cum herself.
“YEA! YEA! YEA! HECTOR! GONNA CUM! MIERDA! MADRE DIOS! CUMMINGG!”
Camila’s body seized up, her tiny form held in place by Hector’s muscular arms. Only her fingers kept stroking her clit as she squirted. It rocketed out across the stage, hitting a couple of humping couples in the first row who cheered like they were on a ride at a waterpark. Several more streams of crystalline lady cum followed those first jets, making the stage a bonafide slipping hazard as she fell forwards and Hector gave one final thrust before unloading the contents of his balls into the 22-year-old popstar.
“MIERDA!!!!” He screamed out as hot jism exploded into being with the force of an atom bomb.
Camila felt jizz squirt up her butthole, a fiery hot sensation deeper inside of her than she had ever thought possible. Waves and waves of goopy, white cum drenched the insides of her colon as it sprayed out with the force of a firehose. Watching Camila squirt across the stage caused Bryce’s own climax, making her shutter and squeal as her body writhed next to the orgasming pair. Camila half fell, half was placed, onto the wet sheets as Hector pulled his fat prick from her now very well fucked ass, white cum oozing out. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, looking down at the two satisfied women and the undulating crowd of fucking people arrayed in front of him.
“Like I said before, after your partner cums.” Bryce said, the first to recover. “I like to make sure he’s nice and clean. It’s only common courteously after all. He did just lick your butthole. Camila?”
Camila blinked blearily and dragged her head around to Hector’s deflating dick. She smiled, opened wide and moved sweaty strands of dark hair out of her face. Between those beautifully full dick-sucking lips Hector’s cock disappeared. Camila’s cheeks sucked in tight, her tongue roaming over every veiny inch. A full minute later when she released him, Hector’s prick was as clean as it had ever been, probably in his whole life.
“Mhmmm…my asshole tastes good!” Camila said with a giggle.
“Yea it does.” Bryce said, chuckling herself.
Bryce looked around for some direction as what to do next, but the only crew member that was left was the poor cameraman, who had to be satisfied jerking his own dick.
“I guess that’s it. Camila, what did you think of your first-time anal experience?” Bryce asked, relaxing lazily on the bed.
Camila flipped up her mess of dark hair back and looked at the red-headed MILF. “What did I think? What did I think? I think Hector better get it back up, because we are doing that AGAIN!”
She let loose a wild cheer as the roars of the orgy intensified in the stands. She spun around and took his cock back between her lips, working to get him back up to full mast.
“Dios mio!” Hector cried as the insatiable popstar attacked his tender prick.
“There you have it people!” Bryce called waving at the camera. “Already she can’t get enough anal. Follow these tips and you’ll be taking or giving it up the butt in no time! Bye now! I could use a bit of dick up my ass as well, move over Camila.” She pushed Camila to the side, licking Hector’s cock.
The camera panned over to Hugh, slouched behind his wet desk, a look of absolute bliss on his tanned face. The cameraman hissed at him, waving his one free hand until Hugh jerked up and shuddered as the camera zoomed in on him. “Hmmm…oh yes. Err, next time on Sex-Ed For Dummies we have actress, Alicia Vikander! She’ll be going through some of our more advanced sexual positions for viewers out there. That’s all! Goodnight and good fucking!”
As he finished speaking and the camera zoomed out, a woman crawled out from under his desk, wiping spunky remnants away from her lips with her fingertips and looking slyly at the camera with a wink.
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What a damn amazing combo!
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You did an excellent job with the anal. I love how you described the twerking. You really outdo yourself with each chapter of this series being better than the last. ;D
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Great chapter. BDH an inspired choice! That ass is criminally underrated.
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Great chapter. BDH an inspired choice! That ass is criminally underrated.
Truly not enough BDH ass love out there.
Thanks, Slyguy. Another home run.
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Bryce is criminally underrated, nice choice.
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I don't give Bryce Dallas Howard enough credit and I loved her in the Jurassic World movies. Her incredible voluptuous body is underrated and you put that body on displayed fantastically! She's in my top 30 for sure.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #6: Advanced Techniques
Starring Alicia Vikander
Codes: MF, Oral
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Two people sat in comfortable armchairs, facing one another in a tastefully decorated modern living room. The camera zoomed in on the stunning brunette, utterly relaxed in a loose flowing silk robe that concealed next to nothing of her toned, athletic slender body. She crossed her bare, smooth legs as the camera centered on her.
“Hello Sex-Ed For Dummies viewers and welcome. I’m Alicia Vikander and I am positively thrilled to be your instructor today!”
She spoke with the hint of an accent, which only served to enhance any of the words that were uttered from between her red lips. Sitting across from her was a familiar face. Glen Dee, chief field reporter for Sex-Ed For Dummies. He smiled and leaned forward. Clutched in his hands, a notepad. A smartly pressed dress shirt and dark slacks seemed overly formal compared to Alicia’s immodest silky attire.
“Alicia, it’s such a pleasure to meet you. I must thank you for letting us film in your home today. Viewers know that things got a bit out of hand during our last lesson. The studio is still in the midst of repairs and renovations.”
Alicia gave a trilling laugh, “I saw! Can you blame that crowd? Bryce Dallas Howard and Camila Cabello? What a combination! You would have needed police to stop that from getting out of hand.”
Glen chuckled, “It’s true, but we should hopefully be back in the studio for our next lesson. Let’s focus on you. Why not tell the folks at home a little bit about what we will be doing today?”
“Well Glen, we’ve had quite a few different lessons so far. And frankly, some quite stunning instructors. Truly talented. When you approached me, I had the idea to do something for those with a little more experience. A lot of those lessons so far have been for beginners.”
“I mean, it is called Sex-Ed For Dummies. And I wouldn’t exactly call taking a 10-inch cock up the butt for beginners, but I see your point.”
Alicia grinned, showcasing beautiful white teeth. “Don’t worry. I still plan on making it very informative. I will be demonstrating a variety of sex positions and techniques that are a maybe a little more advanced then say missionary or doggystyle. You know, in case partners are looking for something new to try. Spice things up. Or impress the girl or bloke you bring home from the bar.”
“I’m sure our viewers will appreciate that. Is there anything else you’d like to add?”
“Recommended reading, the Karma Sutra. Even though it is ancient, there is some remarkable stuff in there. My husband and I use what we’ve learned in there all the time. A few of the things I’ll be doing will be difficult if you aren’t flexible.” She uncrossed her smooth legs, giving the briefest of glimpses at her crotch, the view unimpeded by the presence of underwear. Glen shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he tried very hard to maintain eye contact with the brown-eyed beauty. “I was as a professional ballerina for years before I became an actress. If you just can’t bend the way I can, that is fine. Practice makes perfect. Don’t overdo it and pull anything! I’ve already limbered up right before we got the camera’s rolling. Stretching beforehand is never a bad idea if you want an especially wild session of fornication.” Glen nodded, staring off into the distance as he remembered her stretching just a few minutes ago. “Uh, Glen?”
He jolted out of his reverie and cleared his throat loudly. “Yes. Eh-hem.” He quickly glanced down at his notes, pressing the pad hard against his painfully obvious boner. “What about Sex-Ed For Dummies drew you to accept our offer?”
“You men and women are doing some great work, getting information and safe sex tips out there. It’s refreshing. Americans are so hung up on sex, it’s a refreshing change of pace. We Europeans are much more relaxed about it. I wanted to do my part, maybe help a few horny viewers out.”
“That’s great. Truly. Why don’t we head upstairs and get started? Shall we?”
Alicia nodded and stood up, the silk robe slipping just a little bit more off of her athletic body. Glen also stood up, the notepad pressed squarely against his crotch as he followed somewhat awkwardly. She led the camera through her home, weaving through lavish room after lavish room, each with more tasteful modern décor than the last. As she ascended up the staircase, the camera swung low, capturing the curve of her perky buttcheeks, jiggling ever so slightly with each light footstep on the steps. Arriving at her own bedroom, she threw the double doors opened. Her costar was already inside, sprawled on top of the sheets, buck naked. A muscular European hunk, he sat up as she entered, his massive uncircumcised dick flopping halfway down his thigh as he got up to greet her. His skin was pale, eyes a dazzling display of blue and his hair blonder than bleach. He towered above her as they embraced, meeting in the middle to kiss each other on each cheek.
“Johan, I presume?” She said, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Dah.” He said, his heavy Nordic accent evident even in that one syllable word.
“Wonderful.” Alicia said her brown eyes glued to his massive dong, now swinging freely between his legs. Both nipples began to harden, poking up through the thin silk of the robe.
The camera crew did a quick check, making sure the three cameras in the room were perfectly framed. One was at the foot of the bed, another on the side and one fixed to the ceiling above it.
“Ok, we ready to get started?” Glen asked.
Alicia nodded eagerly and with a quick tug, undid the tie holding her robe together. It fluttered to the floor. There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room as they stared slack-jawed at her naked form. Her body was toned, muscles tight and taught, a perky set of breasts and a perkier ass to match. Twirling around for the camera with grace that only a ballerina could achieve. Her entire body was hairless, apart from her crotch, which was sporting a neatly trimmed, but full bush. Stepping forward, she squatted down in front of Johan, taking his rapidly hardening member into her mouth. Loud slurping and sucking noises filled the room as Alicia quickly brought Johan up to his full, impressive length. Once he was there, she stroked the saliva-soaked shaft, peeling back the foreskin and swiping her thumb across the sensitive piss slit, already dribbling precum.
Facing the camera, she said, “Sucking an uncircumcised dick is no different than a circumcised one, except for the fact you need to play with the foreskin a bit more. Maybe pull back the hood and tease the head. Otherwise, use all the tips and tricks Taylor Swift showed us during her lesson. Still, we all need some foreplay. Mutually pleasurable positions are a big favorite of mine. That way neither party is left out. Johan? Get on the bed.”
The lumbering beefcake laid flat on the bed, his dick sticking straight up in the air like a pillar of steel. Alicia climbed up after him, placing her muff directly on his mouth. Without hesitation, Johan began to chow down, making her shudder as she felt a big, thick tongue licking her labia. Leaning forward, she laid down on top of him, pressing her toned body against his. With her face now only an inch away from his pulsing member, she grabbed it with her delicate hand.
“This is the 69 position. Nice. I’ll let you figure out why it’s called that. You can suck him off while he eats you out.”
And without further ado, Alicia opened her mouth wide, engulfing the head of his prick. Switching camera’s so the view was at the foot of the bed, Alicia stared forward with big brown eyes as her mouth slid up and down all ten fat inches of cock. Her cheeks bulged as they made room to accommodate the hefty dong. Slurping, sucking and drooling down the shaft, her hands fondled his hefty balls, rolling the fleshy globes around in her palm. Popping off him, she jerked him fast and moaned loudly. As the camera swapped back to the side view, you could see why. Alicia’s entire body was trembling. Johan had his brawny arms wrapped her thighs, prying them apart as he buried his face completely in her hairy snatch. With broad licks, he ran his tongue from clit to butthole and back again, before repeatedly jabbing his tongue into her velvety folds.
“If he’s not doing a good enough of job, then just start grinding your hips against his face.” Alicia said. “Don’t worry, Johan. You’re doing great. Just need to demonstrate for the viewers at home.” Rocking her hips, she ground her pussy against his face even as he continued licking. “And he can do the same to you!”
Taking just the head between her lips, Johan started to buck his hips. Tucking brown strands of hair behind her ears, she kept her head still and mouth open. Sliding in and out of her oral cavity, spit and drool rained down over his smooth groin. It was just an inch or two at first, but before long he was thrusting the entire length into her talented mouth. In response, she ground against his face harder. Both went at it, faces buried in each other’s genitals until they both needed a break. Alicia gave a firm squeeze on his thigh and he relaxed. She gave a heavy cough before looking up.
“Anal play, for both you him and can really add whole new dimension to your fornicating. Obliviously discuss this with your partner first, but I’ve found one finger in the butt is fantastic setup for fireworks later. After all, it is the only way to find the male g-spot. 69ing is a great position for it. Take your finger. Make sure it’s wet, either with lube or saliva.” Alicia popped a single digit into her mouth. Johan stuck a finger into her sopping twat. “Or your own secretions.” Alicia said, trembling. “Then once past the sphincter, curl your finger like you are beckoning someone over and tickle away.”
Finger’s drenched in various fluids, they located each other’s butthole with targeted precision. In an instant, both had fingers up the butt, knuckle deep. Beginning to wriggle, the reaction was instantaneous, sending shivers down both spines. They resumed their 69ing, bucking and grinding one another’s genitals into faces, while simultaneously stimulating the backdoor. The pleasure Alicia was feeling was nothing compared to Johan’s. With only one finger, she had Johan grunting like a hog with each slight twitch of her digit. Pulling her finger free from his rectum, she straightened up. Placing the finger into her mouth, she sucked it clean, before wiping the drool and spit off her chin with the back of her hand.
Climbing off of Johan, she said, “Let’s get to actual penetration, huh?”
“Dah.”
Shooing him out of the way, Alicia laid flat on the bed as the camera view from the ceiling took over.
“This one’s called eagle. It definitely requires some flexibility, but if you can pull it off, feels incredible. Like he’s ramming your cervix. Actually, if he’s big enough, he very well might be.”
Alicia grabbed hold of her smooth legs, first pulling them wide apart, spreading her labia for all to see. The camera made sure to get a nice zoomed in shot of her hairy pussy. Then, with a hand gripping each calf, she began to pull them backwards, inching further and further with each passing second. As the shot pulled out, the camera at the foot of the bed got an amazing shot of Alicia spread as wide as a person can possible go. Both pussy and asshole alike were gaping. The shot switched to the overhead as Johan clambered onto of her and lined up his lengthy dick with her wet, wide open love canal. He slid inside, balls deep with extreme ease and still she pulled her legs further back. Her torso was scrunched up as her chest heaved and her feet came to pressed together behind her head. The palms of her feet essentially cradled her head, her knees at about the same level her ears were at.
“If you can’t pull your legs this far back, and let’s face it, you probably can’t, an alternative is to simply place your legs on his shoulders and let him stretch you as he goes to town. Speaking, of which, hop to it to Johan!” She exclaimed, flashing a wink at the camera on the side.
Johan needed no further encouragement. Keeping himself suspended on his muscular arms, he started to fuck Alicia properly, quickly building up speed to pound her hairy pink pussy like there was no tomorrow. He was like a well-oiled machine. Sliding to the very tip of his penis, only to slid back down with ferocious force, sending a clap around the room with each thrust. His heavy balls bounced against her buttocks as he fucked.
“SHIT! THAT’S DEEP! OH GOD!” Alicia screamed out as Johan fucked her deeper than she had even been fucked before. Deeper than she had thought possible. It felt like he was rearranging her guts, a jolt of sensation sizzling through her flexible form every time his fat cockhead blazed straight past her g-spot and rammed into her cervix. Her arms struggled to hold her legs back, but as Johan kept up the superhuman pace, it wasn’t long before she was little more than a gibbering mess. Her legs slipped from behind her head and flopped back atop the mattress, tremors running through her entire body. Johan slowed his thrusts, still giving her every inch. Alicia looked at the camera, cross-eyed. She shook her head, letting her vision refocus.
“Ummm…. ok, what’s next? Right, let’s try Taurus position.”
Alicia pushed Johan off of her, his many muscles gleaming with sweat, got off the bed and stood up on shaking legs. Her feet planted firmly on the floor, she bent over, reaching down to grab the bottoms of her petite feet. Her perky breasts hung suspended in the air as Johan’s muscular figure got behind her and pushed his way back inside.
“This one only works if you are about the same height! When you’re bent over like this, he will be able to penetrate you very deep. Vaginally or anally.”
Johan resumed his humping, indeed fucking her good and deep while she cried out, her head between her own legs. Her big brown eyes followed the trajectory of Johan’s dick as it slid in and out of her with slippery ease. He kept a tight grip on her hips, holding her in place, lest he knock her over with the power of his thrusts. Straightening up a bit, Alicia released her toes, placing her arms on the floor in front of and arching her back.
“The bicycle is a better alternative if you can’t touch your toes.”
Johan gave her a few thrusts, demonstrating the position before she quickly swapped again. This time, bringing her arms behind her back.
“Prison guard. He holds your arms while he fucks you senseless. This one surrenders control for you, if you’re comfortable with that.”
Johan proceeded to do precisely that. Pulling back on both her arms, his hips slammed into her with ferocious. As her head wobbled, hair flying askew, she screamed out each time the full length of his oversized prick rammed balls deep into her cunt. Finally, Alicia had to stop, lest she simply fall over from the sensation. She reached one arm around behind Johan, pulling him in for a long sloppy kiss with lots of tongue.
Releasing him, she stared straight down the camera and said, “Fhew. I was getting a little light headed there, but damn if that doesn’t feel good. I’ve been doing a lot of the work so far, time to switch things up. Big, strong partners like Johan here can suspend you in midair, bouncing you up and down on his prick. It’s called the seesaw. Go on, big guy. Lift me up.”
Alicia turned around to face her partner. Johan picked her up as easily as a gorilla lifts a branch. Wrapped her athletic toned legs tight around him, she deftly fit his cock back into her tight snatch. Gripping underneath her toned thighs meaty hands, he began to bounce her up and down his cock using his powerful arms. He lifted her up to the very tip of his dick only to drop her down to the very base, sinking in deep.
“OH. SHIT. OH. SHIT.” She punctuated each drilling with a word, but managed to look towards the camera, brown hair bouncing all around her. “If. Your. Partner. Gets. Tired. Use. The. Wall.”
As if on cue, Johan carried her over and pressed her up against the wall, slamming her with enough force to rattle the picture frames but not enough to hurt her. He adjusted his stance and rammed even harder. Now wedged between Johan’s jackhammering dick and the hard wall, Alicia could feel herself about to cum, especially after the deep dicking from before. Johan’s rapid thrusting never ceased as her screams grew louder.
“C-C-CUMMING!!!” Alicia cried out, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she slammed it against the wall.
Her entire body shook, still held in place by Johan who kept fucking her through her orgasm, eager to extend the sensation. It had the intended effect. Alicia rode wave after wave of climatic pleasure. Just when it seemed about to break, Johan would thrust hard into her snatch, reigniting the blast of pure joy. A full minute later, Alicia numbly patted his beefy arms and her legs unwrapped from around his waist. Releasing her, she slowly slid to the ground, hair a mess and covering her face. She clumsily batted it to the side, staring with an unfocused gaze at the camera.
“Dat var jättebra.” The words tumbled out of her mouth and she stopped, looking confused. Shaking her head, she gave herself a light slap.
“Whoops. Sorry. After I cum hard, I always start talking in Swedish. That was great. First orgasm of the night. Hopefully not the last. Multiple orgasms in one session is great if your man can handle it. For women it’s easy. We can cum as many times in a row as we want. It’s just too bad most men have no idea what they’re doing and spunk their trousers before we’re even close. That being said, if your guy feels like he’s about to lose it and you all want to keep going, trying switching up positions. Pause, take a break. Have him eat you out. Do something else, anything! That extra time will let him calm down and, if you can do it multiple times, make him spunk that much more and harder. You still good to go, Johan?”
“Dah.” He said, nodding.
Alicia was beginning to think that’s all he could say. Still, with a prick like that, she supposed it didn’t matter if he couldn’t speak at all. “Then get back up on the bed big fella.”
Limbs trembling, she followed him onto the mattress, lining his cock up with her velvet box and sinking down. “I do just want to show off for a moment. Bear with me.”
Alicia faced the side camera, away from Johan as she spread her legs wide and pivoted now perpendicular to him. Slowly she began to stretch her legs out, one in front of her, one behind. And as she did so, seemingly sinking down another inch or two upon the fleshy instrument lodged in her snatched. Johan felt her already tight twat, constricting his member even more as her legs stretched and stretched. Taking a deep a breath, she gave one final push, pointing her toes as they reached the sides of the.
Looking straight down the camera as she settled into her full split, she said, “Not bad. Huh?” Johan grunted his approval as he shifted. “You can’t really move from the Libra position, but I can just about feel Johan here somewhere in my midriff. Plus, if you’ve been doing your Kegels, now’s the time to show him.”
Alicia’s face scrunched up, as though she were concentrating on something difficult. Johan let out a pleasurable howl. The cameras couldn’t see it, but her vagina had grabbed hold of his member tight, treating it an undulating massage that Johan would not have thought possible.
Johan grabbed her waist, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips. Alicia’s eyes went wide and words failed her as he thrusted. It was several moments before she found them again.
“That’s too much. Even for me. Back to the lesson.” Slowly she withdrew her legs, until she was sitting on top of him again, facing him with her knees on the mattress. All of this was done without getting off the throbbing member inside her cooter. “Phew. Glad to see I can still do that, even though I was a ballerina, I’m not as flexible as I used to be. Now, where were we? Right. Cowgirl. Being on top gives you more control. Speed. Penetration. Everything.” She started moving her hips, sliding her snatch up and down his rod, riding him gently. “Start off slow, especially if you’re not used to it. You don’t want to be too sore.” She slowly built up speed, riding him harder with each passing minute. “From this position, you can lean forward to kiss your partner. It’s a little more intimate for you romantics out there. Sometimes called the watering can. I can’t make this shit up.”
Demonstrating, she leaned forward, her brown eyes sparkling as they stared straight in Johan’s bright blue ones. Closing them, their lips locked, tongues wrestling as she continued riding him.
“Or, you can lean back in crab position.” Alicia said, straightening up and leaning back, placing both hands behind her on his thighs as she did so. Her eyes fluttered. “It usually puts his bellend, that’s the tip for you Americans, right against your g-spot. It’s fantastic, because if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, then you can take it from there and make sure you get off.”
Still bouncing up and down, she paused to gyrate her hips, rocking them back and forth and side to side like a dancer on stage. “It’s not just and up and down thing. Little circles, pivots and gyrations with your hips also feels great. Now, most in this position take a kneeling stance. However, if you’re feeling adventurous, try planting your feet on the ground or in this case, the bed.”
With care she stretched out her legs until her feet were flat on the bed. Arms now gripping his shins, she leaned back even farther, squatting on his dick. The full power of her legs now available, Alicia began to propel herself up and down along his massive member with great force. Johan was groaning something fierce as she slammed herself down on top of him. Alicia brought herself to the very tip, only to drive home to the base. She threw her head backing, brown hair flying all around her as she bounced up and down. Looking squarely at the camera on the ceiling, she smiled as she used Johan’s cock to bring her to her second orgasm of the evening. One hand was strumming across her clit as she rode, her breathy moans growing louder and louder with each passing second.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Would you like it if I climaxed Johan?”
“Dah. Dah!”
Alicia threw her head back, arching her back and thrusting her petite breasts out and screaming. A liter of crystal-clear fluid squirted from her pussy, Johan’s cock still firmly lodged inside. Alicia never stopped thumbing her clit as the fluid splattered right against Johan’s face, drenching the headboard and pillows. He blinked out from beneath the sticky spray, looking surprised. Alicia collapsed off of him, his dick popping out of her pussy with a wet slurp. It was shiny and wet.
“Äh, jag kan inte känna mina ben.” She rolled over and sat up, shaking her head. “Squirting. Something not all ladies do. Or at least, they think they can’t. The key to squirting lies in the stimulation of the clitoris. Usually accompanied by a good anal plowing, but vaginal sex works just as well. Anyhow, I think we’re just about done here. Johan?”
“Dah.” He said through gritted teeth, his meaty palm wrapped around his equally meaty member, stroking it slowly.
“One of more position, I think and then we’ll finish. Hmm, the stick figure I think. You guys good to shoot up close?” She asked the camera crew off screen.
It took them a moment to answer as all the blood in their body was currently flooding their loins after watching the erotic display. The lead cameraman picked up the tripod and freehanded it getting close to the pair.
Alicia dropped a pillow on the floor, her head hanging off the edge of the bed and slithering further towards the ground, arms outstretched to catch her. Johan stepped in to grab hold of her waist as she stuck her legs straight out behind him. Squatting slightly himself and pushed himself back inside of her, as she wrapped her arms around his swollen calf muscles. Holding her tightly, he drove himself downwards with the entirety of his sizable weight. Alicia screamed out as she felt his cock once again poke against her deepest places. Alicia kept herself suspended as Johan rammed and slammed into her, his grunting growing louder and louder with every passing second. His expression was strained, the look of someone desperately trying hold off cumming. Even if she had been fucked senseless, Alicia knew that look. The cameraman got in close for the money shot.
“You ready to spunk, Johan? Är du redo?” She asked, alluringly.
“Dah.” He said.
Pulling out of her, he used one hand to jerk himself off, a meaty fist wrapped around his even meatier cock. Alicia spoke in rapid Swedish, the words lost in translation, but not their intent. It was written all over her face, she was begging for it. Her pleading was rewarded moments later as jism burst forth. The first ropes left long white streaks from her hairy bush all the way up to her chin. As he continued stroking, one sticky wad flew far and smacked into her eye. More cum rained down on her torso, face and even hair as he finally finished. She let her body fall to the ground and slowly sat up to face the camera, wiping the spunk with her fingers.
One eye still glued shut, Alicia faced the camera and said, “The big finale. It’s important to encourage your partner as he or she is finishing. Regardless of where, vocal encouragement goes a long way to tipping them over the edge and making them cum that much harder. Now, these are just a few of the hundreds of sexual positions out there. Do you own research, find what works for you and your partner or partners. These were just a few of my favorite… are we good?” She asked Glen, who was standing in the corner.
“Hmm? What? Oh yes. Perfect Ms. Vikander. Just the outro.” Glen said, desperately trying to cover up the obvious stain in the crotch of his trousers.
Alicia smiled and looked back in the camera, wiping the cum from her eye and said, “That’s it for today everyone! And remember, practice makes perfect! The more sex you have, the better you’ll get at it! Be safe! Next time on Sex-Ed For Dummies we have Ana de Armas who is going to be taking on two gentlemen at the same time. Sounds like fun to me! Bye-bye! Adjö!”
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Great celeb choice. Alicia is definitely deserving of more attention.
Then you bait the hook with a filet mignot with Ana de Armas showing up in the next chapter!
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That photo of Alicia Vikander screams fuck me! She is a very talented actress and seems like she would be a very good fuck as well from your writing :D
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #7: Devil’s Threesome
Starring Ana de Armas
Codes: MMF, Anal, Oral
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Lights flared as the camera slowly panned across the newly refurbished studio of Sex-Ed For Dummies. Truth be told, the old set had desperately needed an upgrade. There were enough combined fluids on those beds, couches and recording equipment to make even the most experienced of health inspectors resign in disgust. With the forklifts of cash being dumped in from the previous lessons, the entire place had been given a glamorous makeover. The producer had spared no expense.
The horny rampaging crowd, whipped into an orgasmic frenzy by the instructors of the anal sex lesson had been a blessing in disguise. What a wild day that had been. The crowd had started fucking during the episode and didn’t stop until the sun came up the next day. Bryce Dallas Howard and Camila Cabello had done nothing to soothe them, instead joining in themselves and making sure the camera’s kept rolling. What followed was an orgy so wild and deprave, it would have made Caligula blush. Sex-Ed For Dummies now had enough B-roll footage to last indefinitely.
A velvet curtain acted as the backdrop, but it was now a beautiful mauve instead of the gaudy red. There was a brand new late-night set up for interviewing guests and, after much debate, a set of stands for a live studio audience to cheer them on. Only the plushest of chairs were suitable for the exquisite derrieres of the instructors and the richest of mahogany desks for special host, Hugh Johnson. Next to that was a more intimate set. On it, an enormous California King bed with a sturdy black headboard that was perfect for rattling. Silk sheets and fluffy pillows rested atop the mattress, the entire bed itself elevated on a rotating stage. Next to that, a third set that could be altered depending on the needs of the instructor. A sleek and modern-style couch was currently centered squarely in the middle of it. Beneath it rested a plush rug. Nestled on the cushions was an unbelievably beautiful naked olive-skinned woman, sandwiched between two equally naked and stunning men. One was darker than coal, the sporting a golden tan all over.
Ana de Armas flashed her dazzlingly white smile as the camera firmly settled on her. Waving, she wiggled her fingers and blew a kiss. Already in the nude, her dark, perfectly round puffy nipples were like two mountain peaks, resting atop the perkiest set of breasts you’ve ever seen. Her dark brown hair was sleek and shiny, styled to fall carelessly down her back. Utterly relaxed, she draped her arms around her costars.
“Hola a todos! Welcome back to another episode of your favorite series, Sex-Ed For Dummies! Yo soy Ana de Armas and I am very excited to be here today.” Speaking with the hint of an accent, it only made every word she said that much more sensual. “For obvious reasons.” She gestured to both men hanging off of her. “Threesomes. We’re talking about threesomes. My favorite kind to be precise. I’m talking dos hombres and uno mujer. Better known as a devil’s threesome. They are the only kind I partake in. I don’t like sharing dick with anyone! One is barely enough to satisfy me as it is. But two? Two is good. Three is better, but that’s another lesson entirely.” Her hands moved down from her costar’s shoulders, across their chests, bulging and rippling with muscles. “My friends today are two muy guapo gentlemen, David and Tyrese.” Ana giggled, her rounded cheeks already flush with arousal. “We only met yesterday, but we’ve really hit it off.”
Both men grinned and laughed, deep and booming. Everyone on the couch shifted, the tension between the three of them thick enough to cut with a knife. Ana flashed a look with her stunning green eyes in both their directions before she returned her alluring gaze to the camera.
“Our little rehearsal in the hotel last night went very well. Mhhmmm.” She purred like a cat. “Very well indeed.” Winking, both men grinned and nodded.
The producer let out a loud bark of laughter. Ana had sent a video of her hotel escapades to him for review that morning. You know, just in case there was anything they should add or remove for the lesson that day. He’d spent the morning locked in his office beating off like a teenager who just discovered the Internet for the first time. But, Ana hadn’t just sent it to the producer. She’d accidentally sent it to the entire film crew. Needless to say, they were running a bit behind schedule because of all the “bathroom breaks” that had needed to be taken after the video’s circulation.
Her delicate fingers strayed even lower, down their washboard abs to their rapidly hardening cocks. “A word of warning. You may think you are ready to handle two gigantic cocks like this. You probably aren’t, but damned if I’m going to discourage you from trying! Ok, let’s get started. I’ve been waiting for these all day.”
Ana removed her hands from the gentleman who both stood up, their cocks swinging around with enough momentum to put an eye out. Slithering off the couch onto her knees, the look of her face was one of pure joy as she grabbed hold of both meaty pricks. One flesh colored, the other darker than coal. Both were ten inches at the least. Dangling below the fleshy rods were two sets of heavy, shaven swinging balls.
“To start off, get them up to full length if they aren’t already. A bit of jerking off is all.”
Her hands quickly roamed over the thick shafts, fingers dancing across every veiny inch. As they swelled to their full, remarkable size, she darted underneath to fondle their plum-sized gonads, tickling and teasing the baggy sacks with her nails. Licking her palms, her eyes never strayed from the camera lens. For good measure, she spat on both pricks, pursing her pouty set of lips together as the spittle landed across the fat cocks. Fingers wrapping back around both dicks, she spread the saliva around until the pricks glistened like jewels under the brand new studio lights.
“There we go.” She said, slowly jacking off both pricks with rhythmic, precise timing. “Now we’re up and the fun begins. When blowing two rabos takes special skill. You have to give them equal attention, always making sure you never leave one unattended for too long. I always make sure to keep one hand on the dick not in my mouth, stroking him so he gets some action too.”
Ana opened her mouth and took the prick on her left down to the balls. Her other hand wrapped around the black cock and started stroking from base to tip. Staring with alluring emerald eyes, she never looked away from David’s face as every inch of his fat veiny prick vanished from sight. Holding him there, his balls resting comfortably against her chin, she worked over Tyrese’s coal dark shaft, squeezing the bulging mushroom headed crown. Precum oozed out in long great sticky drips, down onto the shag carpet. Releasing David from her gullet, long strands of saliva clung to her lips, connecting her to the throbbing dick. Turning to face Tyrese, she stuck out her tongue, happily lapping up the stream.
“Delicioso!” Squeezing out even more precum like toothpaste from the tube, she slurped it down before wrapping her pouty lips around and likewise taking him down to the very base.
Now stroking the thick white cock while she blew the big black one. Ana demonstrated swapping back and forth between both the well-hung studs. Leaving behind a tangled spider web of saliva strings connecting all three of them, she gargled, sucked, slurped and blew 20 inches of cock with practiced ease. Within minutes both men were trembling all over, toes curling before her voracious oral assault. Thankfully Ana paused, turning to the camera to give further instructions.
“Now threesomes are all about endurance. You don’t want to come out of the gate sprinting, only to cramp up on the final kilometer. Pace yourself, and if you get tired, make sure your partners are sharing the workload. After all, they are here to please you. Hear that chicanos? Time for you to go to work!”
Tyrese placed both meaty hands on top of Ana’s head, his dark fingers weaving through strands of hair as he grabbed handfuls of her brown locks. Fitting his cock between her lips, he slipped inside and started thrusting. Lips pressed tight, she was spluttering before long as the big black cock rammed down her throat until spittle was flowing freely over her lips, down her chin. Gurgling noises rang throughout the studio, ensuring that every trouser of every crewmember was a pitched tent. Her face grew redder and redder, jade eyes tearing up with the force. Even so, her hands never missed a beat as they jerked off David even as Tyrese beat her tonsils into submission with the bulbous crown of his fat chocolate prick. With a tap on the thigh, he released her and she sucked down great gulps of air before turning to David and accepting his equally long and thick dick into her mouth and down her throat. His hands likewise bunched up fistfuls of her hair. As he began facefucking her, Ana made sure than at least one fist was still wrapped around Tyrese’s slippery knob, jacking it hard and fast.
Just as before, she swapped back and forth between them, making sure equal time was given to each partner, choking, coughing and gagging on their cocks the entire time. By the end tears were running down her bright red face. Finally, letting a cock fall from between lips, she wiped her cheeks and stared with red-rimmed eyes into the camera. Coughing several times to clear her throat, she looked back into the camera.
“Now, if you really want to impress your partners, you can take both dicks at once! So long as they don’t mind rubbing knobs a little bit, and I know these two don’t care. Here, watch.”
“Don’t mind one bit.” Tyrese muttered, his voice low and gravely.
“Not as long as we get to share that lovely mouth.” David said with the hint of New York accent.
Standing close together and presenting their cocks, Ana accepted both into her wide-open mouth. Ebony and ivory mixed together as her cheeks bulged, lips spread open like she was at the dentist, Ana sucked down both pricks. Zooming in closely, you could see the two dicks gliding gently in and out of her mouth, her tongue waggling around, curling around one dick before going to the other. Lips rubbed against veiny shafts. Drool pooled before spilling out onto her chin and bare breasts. Both men threw their head back, groaning and shaking.
When they pulled out, she said, “It’s hard to have a lot of skill with that. You’re mostly providing a warm, wet place for them to jab their cocks into. And speaking of warm, wet places, I’ve got a couple of other ones that really need some attention.”
Standing up, she grabbed hold of both men by the cock and led them over the enormous bed. Laying down on top of the sheets with divine grace and ease, she shamelessly flirted with the camera as she spread her legs wide. Pointing to her bare pussy, David immediately busied himself between her thighs, licking at her gushing slit. Tyrese laid down perpendicular to her, suckling at her perky breasts, taking one big round puffy nipple into mouth and flicking it with his tongue. A deep, throaty purr came from Ana as she squirmed and writhed beneath the attentions of the two hung studs.
“They’re here for you. Make them act like it. Make them worship you like the goddess you are.”
A snap of her fingers and the two men swapped places. Tyrese diving down on her muff like it was his last meal and David massaging her breasts with both hands, tweaking her stiff nipples until they were harder than bullets. Ana lay back and let the men work on her, a well-deserved rest after her impressive oral display. Making them switch position several more times, she lazily snapped her fingers, eyes closed.
“Now comes the penetration.”
David propped himself up on his arms and lined up his meaty wang with her wet twat. Tyrese slithered forward, kneeling next to her head as Ana blinked up at him temptingly.
“Again, the key is mutual pleasure on all sides. There’s only two of them, and you’ve got three holes. We’ll get to that a little later. Right now, start off with some gentle missionary while blowing one of them. You’ll gradually build to the more hardcore stuff.”
Filling up her velvety snatch with one quick thrust, David entered her just at the same time Tyrese fit his cock between her lips. Long, slow thrusts, he slid in and out of the actress, her pussy accommodating every inch of him. Tyrese was content to remain still as Ana’s bobbed her head along every juicy inch of his shaft with the same practiced ease she demonstrated before. Juggling his big black balls, she flashed a wink in his direction before turning her gaze to David’s humping figure. With the merest of looks, she made him pump even harder, eager to please her.
Both continued for a few minutes, content with their assigned orifice and then with a snap of her fingers, she had the two hunks swap places. In a flash, Tyrese had black anaconda balls deep in her gushing snatch, pounding away in a frenzy. Taking hold of his cock, David gave it a few good whacks against Ana’s puckered pouty lips before thrusting into her mouth. She gurgled, her cheek bulging like a greedy squirrel with a nut. The writhing of bodies and the slapping of balls against soft flesh reached a peak as Ana dislodged the cock from her throat to speak again.
“Now that we’re all warmed and lubed up, let’s try a position that’s a little more active for you, the woman. First, get on all fours.”
Both men pulled out of her and waited with fists wrapped around their knobs as she knelt on all fours, each limb sinking deep into the plush mattress. Facing her ass towards the camera, the glow of her tanned skin as she waggled her peached shaped behind was positively blinding. A few of the non-essential personal on set waddled awkwardly to the bathrooms for another so-called “bathroom break.”
“This is called spit-roasting. Because it’s like your skewered. With cocks! One hombre in front, one behind. Ass or pussy. You choose.” She winked again.
Tyrese took his position in front. David behind. Both his hands gripped her hips as he pushed back into her cunt. Tyrese presented his cock for her to gobble down, which she did promptly. Each started thrusting simultaneously. Ana handle them both like a pro, giving a thumbs up for the camera as the pace gradually escalated until both were ramming with full force. David would slam every inch to her, sending ripples through her supple form and pushing her forward to choke down Tyrese’s cock just as he jammed all of himself into her mouth, causing her recoil back onto David’s thick dick. Together she bounced back and forth between them, her groans and grunts of pleasure growing louder all the while. The two men even high-fived each other as the tag-teamed her, briefly forming the so-called Eiffel Tower.
“Mmgm-srrr-uuu-swwttttchh!” Ana stumbled over her words, mouth stuffed to the brim with hard ebony dick. Tyrese pulled out and she took a breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You have to make sure you have them trade places! You don’t want either of them getting too jealous of the other!”
David and Tyrese hurriedly swapped places at either end of Ana and before long she was stuffed full again, both sets of fat, saggy balls bouncing against her. One pair against her throbbing clit, the other against her chin. After several turns of swapping, Ana commanded Tyrese to lay down flat on the bed.
“Just to mix things up.” She said, straddling him and beginning to ride like a cowboy at a rodeo. David stood next to them as she sucked and jerked him off, lifting his cock skyward to drench his balls with saliva, slurping away at them. Tyrese grabbed her by the hips and started rocketing upwards into her, causing her to cry out.
“AYE! MADROS DIOS! MIERDA!”
That only made Tyrese pounded her harder as David watched, stroking his cock as he watched the rutting pair. Several of the crewmembers returned from their “bathroom break” to hear Ana giving a set of new instructions.
“Ok. Fuck. Phew. Now comes the real fun stuff. Double penetration. That’s right. Two cocks at once.” Those same crewmembers turned around and headed right back into the bathroom. “Obviously you need un pequeño experience with anal sex, but we’ve already had that lesson, so if you’re not sure what to do, go ahead and give that a watch!” Tyrese kept his position under her as David stepped around to her rear, standing upright with his feet on the floor, next to the bed. “It’s best to put one in first, then the other. Don’t try to put both in at the same time. It’s too much!”
Fanning herself momentarily, she gave Tyrese a few good thrusts before, with a gesture from her finger, summoned David to her behind. His cock lubed up and shiny, he pawed at her perky buttocks, pulling apart the cheeks to reveal her winking brown-eyed starfish to the camera. He bent down and gave it a few good licks, probing his tongue inside as he pressed his lips against her backdoor. Ana cooed appreciatively as he placed his slick member against the tight anal ring and pushed. Tyrese was making miniscule thrusts ensuring she was more than primed at David worked his big fat dick up her butt. Letting out a long low groan, he stretched out her sphincter until all of him was no longer visible. The camera made sure to get a close up of Ana’s face as he was double-stuffed fuller than an Oreo. The look on her face was one of pure, unfiltered pleasure. Her mouth was hanging open, one eye twitching and lips trembling. When the head of his cock popped past her sphincter, she let loose a shriek that rattled the bright lights above them. They gave her a minute to adjust to the feeling of 20 inches of cock inside of her.
“Fuck her pussy’s tight!” Tyrese grunted out, eyes screwed shut tight.
“You think that’s tight? No way it’s tighter than her asshole here. You gotta try this out!” David replied, his face twisted with pleasure.
“Don’t worry you cabrons, you’ll get to try everything!” Ana said cheerily, her voice breathless and panting.
Then both men began to thrust, causing Ana’s eyes to bulge out her head like a cartoon character. Words were lost as both enormous fat pricks began to slide in and out of her. Alternating slams of their meaty fucksticks, one would thrust the entirety of his cock into one of her warm, ridiculously tight holes and the other one slid out to the tip. Then they would ram it in just as the other pulled out. They worked in tandem, like a well-oiled machine. This was definitely not their first threesome. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of saggy ballsacks and pelvis smacking into Ana as they plugged both holes with swift speed and efficiency. Ana managed to gain enough sense to fix the camera with a hazy gaze.
“You can give as much or little direction as you want. Faster. Harder. Slower. These guys are pro, so I’m just here enjoying the ride.”
David and Tyrese looked at each other and grinned, sharing a fistbump. Then at the same time, they sank both their cocks down to the absolute hilt. Screaming out, Ana’s head rolled limply as both her fuckholes were stuffed full to the brim with big hard meaty cocks. Now working in tandem, they hammered away at her like a pair of synchronized swimmers, holding her supple and lithe aloft as her all feeling had drained from her limbs. Indeed, the only feeling she was experiencing was the sensation of each 10-inch prick fucking her asshole and pussy. Words burst forth from her lips as the pair of them quickly brought her first orgasm of the evening.
“MIERDA! MIERDA! MIERDA!” Ana screamed. “YOU FUCKERS ARE MAKING ME CUM!!! AAAAYYYYYEEEEE!!!! CCC-CC-CUMMING!”
Neither man gave an inch, thrusting hard and fast until Ana’s entire body trembled and shook and she shamelessly climaxed all over their pricks. Both holes squeezed their respective dicks tight and the men held on for dear life as they rode out the rolling waves of carnal bliss crashing over her. Numb and tingling, they pulled out of her and placed her gently on the bed to let her recover some semblance of composure. Flipping her mess of sweaty hair off her face, she looked in the camera.
“Whoa. One orgasm down. If you’re having a threesome, you’re probably going to be cumming more than once. Hopefully. I mean it’s two dicks after all. Two times the fun.” She shook herself. “Now for another, slightly more difficult position.” She held up her hands in the shape of a triangle.
The two men swapped everyone stood up. David lifted Ana up, showing his muscles were more than just for show as he cradled her supple, athletic figure. Wrapping her legs around his hulking form, he sank her down onto his girthy wang. Arms draped over his chiseled shoulders, her nails dug into his back as he lifted her aloft only to drop her down upon all 10 inches of his meatpole. He bounced her several times before Tyrese came up behind her, fitting his cock between her bronzed bubble buttcheeks and pressing against her backdoor. With a quick jab, her rectum was suddenly jam-packed with cock. Crying out at the anal intrusion, she nearly deafened David in the process. Adjusting for a moment, they began to bounce her back and forth between them. Each time Ana sank down to the hilt of both cocks. Firming holding her hips, David ricocheted her from one cock to the other. Both men had feet, firmly planted on the ground jackhammering into her as she was held suspended. The cameraman laid down on the floor between the trio to zoom in close at both dicks stretching out her holes to absurdly epic proportions. Ana’s secretions dripped down onto the camera lens as her shrieks intensified. Her tight grip around David’s body loosened and the men had to hold on tight as her arms legs lost all feeling, flailing wildly as they fucked her senseless.
“MIERDA! FUCKING SHIT! CUMMING AGAIN!!!!”
Ana’s tongue lolled as the second orgasm of the episode hit her with the force of a bullet train. Creaming all over David’s thick throbbing fuckstick, both holes squeezed each respective man tight as the body twitched, quivered and trembled. Dislodged from both her holes, they placed her gently on the bed where she needed a full minute before she could find the camera again.
“That position’s great, but it can be tiring for your male companions, so it’s probably not an all-night long kind of thing.”
A quick shuffle and David was underneath Ana, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Ana straddled him, sinking down until only his balls were visible. Tyrese quickly came, standing behind her, filling up her butt with one quick motion once more. The pair of them wasted no time, going to town on Ana and she struggled to form words for the camera.
“Now DP is enough for most people, but if you want to get really crazy. Then instead of a cock for each hole…you can go take two for one.” She winked at the camera. “I’m thinking in my ass.”
From beneath her, David wrenched his cock from her twat and moved to it her already occupied and stretched-out backdoor. Tyrese paused as David pressed his cock between her peachy glisten globes. Blindly he pressed forward as Ana, sucked down deep breathes like a marathon sprinter, she filled her lungs with air only to expel it with loud screaming.
“AHHHHHH!!!! YEESSS!!! MADRES DIOS!!!! AHHHHHH!!!”
The camera made sure to zoom in as David pressed harder against her swollen exposed anal ring, already stretched to the max by Tyrese’s fat black prick. For a moment it seemed all for naught, her sphincter unwilling to budge and accommodate anymore. Ana breathed deeply and relaxed and contracted her anus and with an almighty roar, David slipped inside. And just like that he her butt was stuffed to the brim with not one but two incredibly girthy and enormous cocks.
With both men now firmly lodged in her rectum, they began to thrust. It wasn’t the hardest or fullest motion, but it was the best they could managed with both of them jampacked in there. Ana certainly wasn’t complaining as she could only mumble incoherently and tremble, sweating glistening across her tanned gorgeous body. As the minutes passed, both men groaning like the rivets on a ship, swears, expletives and breathlessly screams fell from between her full rounded lips. They humped faster. Her fingers automatically strummed her throbbing clit as the double anal pounding continued. The crew still on set and not in the bathroom sat with agape jaws and trousers tighter than a cobra about to strike. There was a small dinging as the button to someone’s jeans literally popped off while watching the trio.
Ana saw none of this, so focused was she on the double anal pleasure. Fingers a blur across her clit. Body arching. Higher. Higher. Her mouth formed a wordless scream, eyes shut tight. Then the dam broke. From her pulsating twat a stream of ladyspray exploded into being with the force of a firehose. It went everywhere. Covering both men. The bed. Herself. And the stage. Both men cheered as they were drenched in wave after wave of her sticky sweet girlspunk, gushing out of her body in enough proportions to make Noah want to build another ark. In fact, she came so hard, that she promptly passed out. Immediately, both men pulled out of her as her body continued spraying, incapable of doing anything else. Production was halted to ensure she was ok. And indeed, she was. After a brief cut, Ana was back, seated on the bed, her hair a sweaty and sex-crazed mess.
“Lo siento. So sorry about that folks! How very unprofessional of me. But there you have it, a little example of what might happen with two big cocks up your butt. Now for the big finish.” Assuming the position, both men reentered her holes as she continued talking. “Now, there’s plenty of ways to end a devil’s threesome. Blowing their loads on your face, tits, wherever. But I prefer a good old fashioned double creampie.”
It didn’t take long. Both men fucked her with some force, grunting and groaning like savage animals. David was the first to pop, fucking her asshole like his life depended on it. He roared out an instant before Ana felt him explode inside her rectum, causing her to squeal with glee. Hot, gluey jism painted the inside walls of her colon a murky white. David kept himself inside as Tyrese exploded moments later. Ana’s pleasure squeal turned higher pitched as her cunt was treated to a creaming every bit as forceful and filling as the one her butt had just experienced. Panting heavily, both pulled out floppy dicks and stepped back. The camera got final close up of both of Ana’s large, leaking, gaping holes. Each one oozed its milky load, dribbling down her legs and thighs, a look of pure bliss on her face.
“That was so much fun!” She said, running her fingers across the leaking cum, rubbing the sticky strands between her digits. “I recommend every woman try, at least once! Now for the next lesson, we’ve actually got two instructors! BFF’s Elizabeth Olsen and Aubrey Plaza will be here to demonstrate how to share a man. That’s right, another threesome episode! This has been Sex-Ed For Dummies, and I have been Ana de Armas! Hope to see you all soon! Adios!”
She waggled her sticky fingers at the camera and as the lights dimmed, she asked her scene partners. “Do you guys maybe have another friend you could invite over tonight?”
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Later that the night, the cleaning staff was coming through, going about their business as usual. Everything seemed pretty normal. The sheets were changed, stage wiped down. One janitor in particular swung open the door to the men’s room and was stopped flat as a smell overwhelmed him. Gagging slightly, he covered his mouth and nose, looking around at the destroyed bathroom. Balled up tissues and toilet paper littered the floor, the trashcan overflowing with them. And that wasn’t all. Drying, flaky cum plastered the floor, walls and even some spots on the ceiling.
“What the fuck happened in here?!?”
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This is a perfect story for this future Bond girl. Clearly shows why she's the perfect choice to join such legendary ranks.
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Wow, you did a great job with the MMF theme and I really liked the Spanish dialogue. You and TNC have made Ana truly grow on me as of recent.
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Awesome story. I admit I’m not familiar with Ana yet, but I think it’s time for be to fix that little oversight.
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This might be your best chapter yet. You write MMF threesomes very well.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Author's Note: Thanks to DarkSwordsman for the celebrity instructor suggestion!
Lesson #8: Ménage à Trois
Starring Aubrey Plaza & Elizabeth Olsen
Codes: MFF, Femdom, Oral
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The camera’s started rolling as the lights kicked to life. They illuminated a bed, setup on the stage in the Sex-Ed For Dummies studio, located in sunny Los Angeles, California. Lounging comfortably upon it was a naked man, two equally naked women nestled on either side of him. One had dark raven hair, the other, bright blonde. The blonde was sensually rubbing her delicate hand across the man’s bulging pectoral muscles. The dark haired one had the man’s hand between her thighs as he slowly fingered her.
The dark haired women spoke first, in a flat, monotone voice. It almost sounded like she was bored. “Hi. I’m Aubrey Plaza and this is Lizzie Olsen.” She jerked a thumb at the blonde, who flashed a brilliantly dazzling smile to the camera. “We’re here today to show you how to fuck this guy or whatever.”
“Aubrey! Come on now!” Elizabeth said in a tone that couldn’t be more opposite to her costar’s, excitement practically bubbling over. “We are lucky enough to be instructors on an episode of Sex-Ed For Dummies!”
Lucky was the appropriate term. Since it’s risky inception, the instructional series of sexual education videos had taken off faster than a cold-fusion powered rocket ship on its way to Mars. There wasn’t a person on the planet who hadn’t seen at least one of the lessons. Women and men from North Pole to South were ecstatic, praising Sex-Ed For Dummies for the hard work they were doing. Wives whose husbands hadn’t given them an orgasm in decades were suddenly squirting like nubile young co-eds. Men who had long since found solace in the cold glow of a computer monitor, a bottle of lotion and a tissue, suddenly were finding new and exciting adventures between the sheets with their partner. Everyone around the world was fucking like a warren of Catholic rabbits. Gay, straight, Bi, transgender, pansexual, furry and whatever else you self-identified as, were banging like never before. And all thanks to Sex-Ed For Dummies, and the mysterious elusive producer responsible for it all.
Celebrities were breaking down the front door just to get a meeting. The producer’s days were full from dawn till dusk. Every celeb in Hollywood and around the world wanted to be an instructor. And they all had very specific ideas on what lesson they wanted to teach. Needless to say, the producer’s search history read like Encyclopedia Erotica. Sex. Some of it vanilla. Some of it outlandish. Some of it kinky. Some of it head-scratching. Fetishes he’d never even heard of. Kinks so stomach-turning and downright puzzling he felt like he needed to burn his laptop and smash his hard drive after watching a video of them. But that was his day-to-day. Here on set, he was focused on the lesson at hand.
“This is Greg. Our scene partner for today.” Elizabeth said, trailing her fingers along his breastbone. “Last time on Sex-Ed For Dummies, we watched Ana de Armas tackle two men at once. Fuck that was hot, but this time, Aubrey and I will be showing you how to share a man.”
“Yea. We share guys all the time in real life.” Aubrey said, in that same even tone. “So, we’re gonna fuck this guy and show you all our moves. Or something.”
“If you wanna partake in a threesome then this is the perfect lesson for you. However, what we do tends more towards the French term, Ménage à Trois. I love the French. That means we share him in other ways just then sex. Romantically. Dating. All that. But also definitively sex. Lots of sex.” She let loose a nervous giggle. Aubrey rolled her eyes.
“Let’s just get started Lizzie.” Elizabeth paused, looking at Aubrey with big green eyes. “Kiss him Lizzie! God!”
Elizabeth nodded quickly, putting her full, succulent plump lips onto Greg’s. The pair began sucking face. Aubrey made sure his fingers stayed put, lodged knuckle-deep in her hairy, but well-groomed, snatch.
“There’s a lot of power dynamics going on in a threesome. Who’s calling the shots?” She shrugged, making her smaller, but incredible perky tits bounce. Then with a deadpan expression said, “Me. I am. In fact, I’m in charge of all you fuckers here!” She yelled, raising her voice. Pointing to one of the crew members watching the monitor, she barked at him. “You! Yea! You!”
He looked up from the playback towards her. “Yes Ms. Plaza?”
“Pull your dick out and start jerking it.”
“Excuse me?” He asked, mouth falling open in disbelief.
“You heard me! Get that cock out and start jacking it like you’re a teenager with a Victoria Secret’s catalogue or we are walking!”
At this point, Elizabeth pulled her lips off of Greg’s handsome face, her rounded face very flush. His one free hand latched onto her squishy hanging funbags, mauling the ample soft flesh of one before swapping to the other.
“What’s going on Aubrey?”
“Uggghhh.” Aubrey groaned. “Shut up Lizzie! Just get down there and suck his cock.”
A huge grin split her face and she shrugged. “Ok!”
Elizabeth slid down the bed across the velvet sheets, parking herself squarely between Greg’s toned muscular thighs as her hands wrapped around the enormous 10-inch girthy slab of manmeat. Giggling as she grabbed it with both hands, one on top of the other, she stroked it slowly. The already stiff wang throbbed in her soft hands.
“I said suck it!” Aubrey yelled and immediately Elizabeth swallowed the tip.
Greg groaned, throwing his head back against the headboard, his toes curling as Elizabeth slowly engulfed more and more of the fleshy pole.
Aubrey pointed towards the crewmember. “Now you! Start jerking!”
He looked towards the producer, who nodded exasperatedly. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his semi-hard dick, fisted it and slowly started jerking it.
“Good.” Aubrey said, looking satisfied. “Now come here you.” She grabbed hold of Greg’s handsome face and shoved her tongue down his throat as Elizabeth’s blonde head bobbed up and down on his lap.
Tucking her blonde hair behind her ears, each bob of her head saw more and more of the prick vanish from sight. Before long, the entire thing occupied her talented mouth. Holding it there for several moments, she moaned and gurgled appreciatively. Trailing back upwards to the tip, she let it cock fall from betwixt her lips. Wiping the drool from her chin, she sat up, still jerking it slowly.
“Now with threesomes, you outnumber him two-to-one. That means there are practically an infinite number of things you can do. We’ll showcase a few of our favorites for today. We usually like to start out like this, one of us making out with him and the other his cock.”
With that she dropped her head, taking the bulbous crown between her lips. Aubrey had a fierce hold on Greg, the pair of them playing a vigorous game of tonsil tennis. Elizabeth was playing her own game, as she squashed the head of his cock against her own tonsils with repeated squelching force. Slurping away happily, spittle trickled down the veiny shaft onto his plump testes below. Aubrey bit down on Greg’s lower lip before releasing him and licking her lips hungrily. Her gaze was immediately drawn to Elizabeth’s bobbing head.
“We’re gonna show you how to share a dick. If Lizzie can stop being a cockhog for two seconds.” She said, sliding down to Elizabeth, the dick still lodged halfway down her throat. Pausing mere inches from Elizabeth’s drooling mouth, both actresses’ eyes met. Aubrey watched her take the dick good and deep several more times. The look of hunger on her face intensified.
“Encouraging the other person is nice. Gets everyone’s blood boiling.” Sighing exasperatedly, she said. “Like this. Yea! Suck that cock Lizzie. Choke down that fat fucking prick.”
With the added encouragement, Elizabeth quickly swallowed the remaining few inches of the fleshy member. Greg white knuckled his fists, moaning loudly as Elizabeth held him there. Just as she moved to release him from her gullet, Aubrey grabbed onto the back of her blonde head, holding her down as she started to choke.
“I said choke down that fat fucking prick!” Aubrey yelled.
Spittle flew everywhere, soaking Greg’s groin as Elizabeth gave a muffled cry. “MMMMHHMMHMM-HHMMMMHH!!!” No words could be discerned from the gurgling shriek.
“There ya go Lizzie. Good girl. Take it nice and deep. That’s it. Suck it. Suck that fucking cock.” Aubrey said, her grip still vice-like on the back of the blonde’s head.
Holding her there for another minute, Aubrey finally released her friend and Elizabeth came up for air with a great gasp. Face bright red. Eyes, red-rimmed and watering. Spittle slopping off her chin in great thick strings. She gave a loud cough, clearing her throat from the precum that had been flooding it.
“Sometimes she requires a little motivation to go the extra mile.” Aubrey said with a wicked, bordering on psychotic, grin.
“Jeez Aubrey! You nearly suffocated me.” Looking down at Greg’s saliva-soaked prick, she shrugged, sending her perky bosom a-jiggling. “Worth it.”
“Clearly Greg here is too much for Lizzie to handle. That’s why we’ll share him.”
Greg nodded excitedly and sat up straighter, spreading his legs even wider, a foot touching either side of the bed. Elizabeth settled on his right leg and Aubrey on his left. Eyes only for each other, they kissed with puckered lips only inches above the quivering fuckstick. Descending into a full on makeout, lips pressed together and tongues flailed wildly as Greg watched with unbridled anticipation. And he wasn’t the only one. The crewmember with his cock out was pumping like a fiend. His hand stroking along his shaft like a firing piston, groaning loudly as the two girls went at it. The other crew members looked on in jealously with tight trousers and damp spots in their underwear. The strict no jacking it in the studio rule loosened thanks to Ms. Aubrey Plaza.
Slowly the duo lowered until each pair of plump shining lips found a side of Greg’s throbbing cockhead. With agonizing slowness, the mushroom head was engulfed with two pairs of pink gobsmackers and writhing tongues.
“Ohhhh fuck!” He cried out as their liplocking intensified, now caught right in the middle of the randy BFF’s.
Taking the head into her mouth first, Aubrey pressed it hard against her cheek. Bulging like a squirrel with a nut, Elizabeth’s tongue was already probing far inside, curling around the girthy shaft as it fought off advances from Aubrey’s. Relenting, Aubrey passed the bellend to Elizabeth, who took it her mouth, sucking loudly. Aubrey probed deep with her tongue, trailing along the member inside her girlfriend’s mouth. Moving lower down the shaft, the crown popped out from between wet lips. Those same sets of lips kissed either side of the fleshpole, visibly throbbing as they went. Tongues curled around, over the top and under the bottom, meeting one another as they slipped ever lower until they had reached the smooth base of the pillar. But they didn’t stop there.
Instead, moving even lower, they looked towards the cushioned testicles, nestled softly atop the velvet sheets. The girls made eye contact for a brief moment and smiled slyly before each took one of the golf-ball sized gonads into their respective mouths. Greg banged his head hard against the headboard, but he didn’t care, especially when each girl wrapped one hand around the towering shaft, working together in tandem to jerk him off as they sucked his nards.
You would have thought his nuts tasted like hard candies with the way Aubrey and Elizabeth sucked on them. Eyes open and staring at one another, they gradually inched their mouths closer together until they were kissing once more, the entirety of Greg’s nutsack stuffed in both of their talented mouths. And there they sat, bathed in saliva-covered goodness until they released him with two loud *POPS* that echoed around the studio. The crew was stunned into silence by the picture perfect display of dick-sharing.
“How was that boys?” Elizabeth asked with a wink towards them.
The crewmember jerking off, grunted and jizzed at those words, shooting his wad far across the floor. It came to rest, thick white streaks, congealing at the director’s feet.
“I’ll take that as a good.” She said with another girlish giggle.
“Oh my god. He blew his load already?” Aubrey asked, sighing deeply. Then she pointed to another crewmember, this time someone standing by the soundboard. “You. Jerk it.”
He didn’t even look for permission before whipping out his cock, quickly stroking it and groaning with relief. Aubrey smiled as the pair of them returned their attention to Greg, going back down on him. Kissing upwards, they met at the tip for the quick swirl of his crown with their tongues.
“That’s the most generous way to blow a dick. You’re both sharing equally. More often what happens is one person sucks the shaft, while the other attends to the balls. Here, watch this.” Elizabeth said.
Wrapping her pouty lips around the shaft, Aubrey took him straight down to the base without much fuss. Meanwhile the blonde ducked low to lick and slurp at Greg’s bulging nuts. Aubrey sucked away, Elizabeth nuzzled his nuts. Then with a seemingly telepathic communication, they swapped roles. Elizabeth gobbled the cock. Aubrey spat out gonads like a broken gumball machine. This continued, seamlessly swapping roles until they finally released Greg from their combined oral assault. Quivering from head to toe, the girls looked at each other and nodded.
“Once all three of you have been sufficient warmed up, you can get to some actual penetration!” Elizabeth said excitedly, spreading her legs for good measure and putting her bare and shockingly pink pussy on full display for the camera. It was glistening, dripping with arousal.
“Yea, let’s get fucked already.” Aubrey said.
Now flat atop the mattress, his rigid pole stood tall, high up in the air. The camera swung around to get a nice side profile view of the trio as Aubrey straddled his lap, lining her own tight cunt with his pulsating prick. Sinking down to the hilt, she grinned, mouth opening and closing wordlessly as she began to ride him.
“Now Greg here is going to have to be a pretty good multitasker to get both of us off.” Elizabeth said. “For example, while you partner rides him, make use of his free mouth!”
She did just that, placing a silky smooth alabaster thigh on either side of Greg’s brown haired head, positioning her pussy above his lips. Immediately his tongue darted out, noisily lapping up the sweet nectar flowing from her honey pot. For a minute or two, both women simply writhed on top, one with a cock lodged in her snatch, the other a tongue.
“Constant interaction between all three of you is crucial.” Elizabeth said breathlessly, her hands slowly massaging her own breasts. “Here in this position, you are primed for another great makeout session.”
Leaning forward, she puckered her lips. Mouths met as tongues clashed and as the two ramped up the frantic necking, their hands danced over the other’s body. Asses were slapped and pinched. Puffy nipples were tweaked and tugged. All the while, Greg was doing his darndest to pleasure both of them.
Aubrey broke their lip locking and groping to say, “I’m sure Greg’s tongue is good and all, but I’m sure Lizzie is just dying to get this cock inside of her.” Elizabeth nodded eagerly, practically drooling at the notion. “It’s important to share. You know. If you care about that sort of thing. Don’t take too long with any one part of him or your partner might start to get jealous.”
The two ladies swapped places, Elizabeth hurriedly sinking down upon the fat shaft with an almighty squelch, shrieking and shuddering. Beginning to bounce, she was far more vocal than Aubrey, crying out every time she sank down to the base. For her part, Aubrey was rougher with Greg. Instead of allowing him to lick her hoo-ha, she opted for grinding her velvety lips against his facial features as her tanned thighs squeezed his head.
“You like that Greg?” She asked, grinding her hips even harder. “Dirty fucker. Munch that fucking box. Yea you fuck. Eat it. EAT IT!”
“MHHMMHHMM!!” Were the only noises that could escape from between those demanding thighs.
“You still jerking off over there?” Aubrey called, chocolate brown eyes squinting in the bright studio lights as they searched out for the soundboard technician.
She was answered a moment later with a sharp grunt followed by a wet splat against the console of buttons, slides and dials.
“Not on the machine man! Come on!” Cried one of the other techs, hurriedly searching for something to wipe it off with.
Aubrey barked a laugh and pointed to one of the interns, arms full of coffee. “You next.”
Freezing in place, he immediately dropped the coffee to the ground and immediately undid his belt, letting his pants drop around his ankles. Fisting his prick, he quickly began stroking beneath her austere gaze. Satisfied, for the moment, Aubrey resumed grinding on Greg’s face. She let Elizabeth have a bit of fun, perky tits flopping every which way as she bounced up and down on his cock like it was a pogo stick. Then, with a click of her fingers she put a stop to it.
“Greg here is good at eating pussy and all, but it’s hard to beat Lizzie. This next position is great for those who love to lick a little twat.”
All three of them quickly rearranged themselves. Aubrey at the head of the bed, legs spread. Elizabeth on all fours, Greg kneeling behind her. Hands on her hips, he speedily pushed himself back inside, going at a frantic pace. Each smack of his pelvis rippled through her body, sending her hanging funbags a-swinging. It was only a few pumps before Aubrey had hands on Elizabeth’s blonde head, dragging her down between her thighs.
“Come on Lizzie. This pussy isn’t gonna eat itself.”
Elizabeth happily busied herself with sucking on Aubrey’s rock hard clit. Meanwhile, the dark-haired actress stared at Greg the whole time with soul piercing focus. Grinning as he humped Elizabeth from behind, he stared right back. Aubrey’s fingers dug into Elizabeth’s scalp, as Greg’s dug into her waist. Finally, Elizabeth had to come up for some air, her chin awash with the drippings of Aubrey’s arousal. Her own cunt was leaking like a sieve around Greg’s thumping prick.
“Side-by-side?” She asked.
Aubrey nodded and the trio paused to rearrange themselves yet again. Both women knelt on all fours on the edge of the bed as Greg took his standing position behind them.
“Greg here’s going to give a few pumps into one of us then swap to the other. Back and forth, blah, blah, blah.” Aubrey said, almost looking disinterested. Almost. “Watching the other woman getting fucked is usually a big turn on.”
Wasting no time, Greg slid inside Aubrey with thunderous speed and hammering away like a piston. The camera settled directly in front of Aubrey, watching her entire body ripple, perky breasts jiggling as Greg gave it to her good and hard. Elizabeth was indeed getting off. Watching her friend get fucked and eagerly awaiting her turn. Three magic fingers were buried knuckle-deep in her twat, as she watched with greedy green eyes.
“Come on baby. Don’t make me wait too long.” Elizabeth pleaded as Greg’s balls slapped against Aubrey’s clit. She turned to face the camera. “Affirmations like that, pleading for more, a bit of rivalry or jealously can really heighten excitement and give him the extra boost to pleasure two women simultaneously.”
“Come here then.” Greg said with a cheeky grin, wrenching his cock from Aubrey’s twat and grabbing hard onto Elizabeth’s hips, splitting her in two with a hard, quick thrust. Elizabeth let out a half gasp, half shriek as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Aubrey rolled her own eyes and jerked a thumb in her direction, “The actress over here.”
“It’s! Not! An! Act!” Elizabeth screamed, each word high-pitched and breathless, punctuated with the clap of Greg’s pelvis.
The camera now centered on Elizabeth as she was railed from behind. And Aubrey, although subtler about it, was also fingering herself, the long spindly digits sliding in and out of her wet twat as she watched Elizabeth get plowed. Before long, Greg swapped back to Aubrey, going at it good and hard for a minute. Then it was back to Elizabeth. Then back to Aubrey. He made sure to never spend too long on one woman before swapping back to the other.
Several minutes of swapping later, the ladies were ready for a change. “Top to bottom?” Aubrey asked. Elizabeth nodded eagerly. “Lizzie’s the bottom.” Aubrey looked at the camera. “Obviously.”
The women laid on top of one another, legs hanging off the bed. Elizabeth laid flat on her back, Aubrey on top of her. The camera panned around to see both sets of pussies pressed together, stacked like pancakes. The pair began kissing again, squeezing and teasing the other’s body. Greg stepped in front of the camera, his toned ass blocking the heavenly view. Quickly changing to a better shot at the foot of the bed, he pushed inside Aubrey with a grunt and got to work. Only this time as fucked with wild abandon, his heavy balls slapped against Elizabeth’s luscious lady lips.
“This position is a little more involved with mutual pleasure.” She gasped out, just as Greg extracted his cock from Aubrey’s inner folds, angled downward and with the force of a charging bull, rammed into her.
Elizabeth screamed as he filled her up, now at the mercy of both partners. Aubrey’s fingers circled her pulsating pink clit as every inch of her pussy was stretched out with 10 rock hard inches of veiny, throbbing manmeat. Bringing her ever closer to the inevitable orgasm, Greg pulled out and sank back into Aubrey, leaving Elizabeth feeling empty and craving more. But now it was Elizabeth’s turn to tease her dark haired friend’s clit as she tweaked her pointed stiff nipples between talented witch fingers. Switching holes again, Greg fucked Elizabeth hard. She was on the brink and both partners could tell.
“Little Lizzie here is gonna cum.” Aubrey said mockingly. “You gonna cum with your pussy full of big hard cock?”
“YES! YES!” She cried out.
“Hear that Greg?” Aubrey asked. “She wants it. Give it to her good.”
“Yes ma’am.” Greg replied, taking a deep breath before picking up the pace.
His dick was a rod of steel, his balls a fleshy blur beating into her taint. Aubrey was pressed on top of her. Lips on hers. Fingers twisting nipples.
“OH GOD! FUCK! CUMMING! CUMMING! I’M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!” Elizabeth shrieked.
Shaking and writhing, Aubrey held her bucking body in place as the magical bliss of the orgasm flew through her. Greg didn’t stop, extending the climax every time he sank down to the fleshy hilt. And just as she finally began to settle, he withdrew his member from her velvet grip of her snatch and dove balls deep into Aubrey.
“SHIT!” She yelled out at the unexpected vaginal intrusion, her eyes nearly popping out of her skull.
Almost automatically, Elizabeth found herself tending to the rest of Aubrey’s body, hitting all the erogenous zones Greg could not as he hammered away. Aubrey bit down on her pouty lower lip, breathing harder and harder as she coiled like a snake about to strike. Elizabeth gave one final lick of her nipples and Greg gave one final slam and she too came. Instead of screaming out, she shook from head to toe like a vibrator turned up the max. Her mouth was open in a wordless cry, but her eyes were screwed shut tight. Then like the flick of a switch, she promptly collapsed on top of Elizabeth, limbs unresponsive and tingling. Greg stepped back, his member glittering in the bright studio lights. He looked quite pleased with himself, having just brought two beautiful women to earth-shattering orgasm.
This proved too much for the masturbating intern. Just as Aubrey was finishing, he grunted like a wildebeest, cock pulsating wildly before spewing spum high up into the air, raining down on the unfortunate soul next to him.
“DUDE! THE FUCK!” He yelled, diving out of the way to avoid the fountain spray of cum erupting from the dick and looking at the already several sticky white ropes clinging to his shirt.
The intern muttered a near catatonic apology as Aubrey laughed, coming down from her own orgasmic high. She pointed a still-shaking finger towards yet another crew member.
“You know the drill.”
He sighed and unzipped his pants.
“I’m not sure how much more Greg can take.” Elizabeth said, eyeing the well-endowed specimen. “Let’s show the folks at home one more position and then we’ll do a big finish.” Sliding to the middle of the bed, the girls positioned themselves accordingly, facing opposite ends. “We know you’ve seen 69ing before, but we absolutely love this position. Eating pussy while getting fucked? Amazing. So first, the two of us are going to get at it, then Greg will jump in, once more swapping back and forth between us. But not before giving us a little taste.” She winked.
Aubrey, once again on top, climbed on Elizabeth. Burying their respective heads between the others thighs, they proceeded to chow down like it was their last meal. Slurping, groaning and moaning emanated from both of them as they feasted on the other’s twat in a positively delectable display of girl-on-girl action.
Aubrey was the first to emerge, bringing her dark head up to say, “Sometimes it’s fun for him to watch you two go at. For a bit at least. Don’t be afraid to give him a little show of it.”
Immediately, the moaning from both of them intensified. Elizabeth pried the peachy round globes of Aubrey’s buttcheeks apart, revealing the dark ring of her butthole to the camera. Her tongue strayed momentarily from her gooch, across her taint to ever so slightly get a taste of her backdoor. Aubrey gave a loud, exaggerated moan and Elizabeth winked at the camera upside down. Then they were back at it. Hot, writhing, supple bodies grinding against each other. Greg, and by extension the audience, was getting a hell of a show. He stood by the side of the bed, watching with round shining eyes, his hand wrapped around his prick, stroking slowly.
“Get over here already!” Aubrey said sounding annoyed as she came up for another great breath, her lips shiny like they were coated in lip-gloss.
Leaping onto the mattress like an action hero, Greg lined up behind Aubrey. Elizabeth dislodged her tongue as the fleshy member nearly poked her in the eye in its haste to find the warm honeypot. Instead, she guided it into array of soft, velvety folds. Starting to thrust, his bulging sack smacked into the bridge of Elizabeth’s nose. So, she did the only thing she could. Attach her lips to his swinging testes. Tonguing his wrinkly sack, he thrusted in and out of Aubrey, her muffled cries of pleasure voiced directly into Elizabeth’s twat.
“Lmmmemme-hvve-tste!” Elizabeth mumbled, her mouth full of nutsack.
Pulling back, Greg exposed his dick to the open air, but only for a moment. For then, he fed it directly into the wide open mouth of Elizabeth, who swallowed it whole immediately. Down to the base, moaning appreciatively as her taste buds were awash with Aubrey’s cunt cream and Greg’s precum. A potent cocktail of eroticism swirling around her mouth. Trying to pull it from between her lips, Greg had to fight to free his cock from her the vacuum seal she called a mouth. Once freed he plunged back inside Aubrey. Humping her for another minute or two, he repeated the process, feeding Elizabeth his cock until it was sparkling clean, only to shove it back inside the dripping cunt spread before him. Several cycles later and Aubrey was on the brink of another orgasm. Elizabeth placed the broadside of her tongue against her clit, licking slowly as Greg pounded away. Shaking harder and harder, her body froze and from between her frozen lips, a single high-pitched squeak sounded. Suddenly Elizabeth’s tongue was flooded with a wave of arousal as the cunt squeezed Greg’s member tight.
Relaxing the raven-haired temptress, said, “Fuck me. Even I can’t say anything bad about that.” She shook her head. “Ok, Lizzie’s turn.”
Moving to the opposite side of the bed, Greg angled his cock downwards and pushed into Elizabeth. This time, instead of a horny blonde beneath his veiny cock, a voracious brown-eyed vixen stared up at him. Her tongue trailed from Elizabeth’s clit across his girthy, fat shaft. Giving her a few good thrusts, eventually he pulled out his throbbing wang and fed it directly in Aubrey’s mouth. Aubrey’s cheeks bulged as her button nose dug into his groin, cleaning it thoroughly and leaving behind several long, sticky strands of saliva before he split Elizabeth in two once more. It didn’t take long for Elizabeth to also reach her breaking point. Not long at all. Neglecting her oral duties somewhat, she pulled her lips from Aubrey’s twat to shout.
“FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN! GOD DAMN! AHHHHH!!!!”
That only made Greg hump harder and Aubrey lick more vigorously. Together they had her twitching and writhing, climaxing in no time. Aubrey climbed off of her, letting her recover as Greg stepped, back, every vein in his pulsating member bulging with anticipation.
“Ok, now for the finale!” Elizabeth said excitedly, uncrossing her eyes and giggling. “I love this part.”
“Since Greg did an ok job and made us each cum twice, I think we’ll reward him with a two for one facial.” Aubrey said, a sly smirk on her face. “Would you like that fucker?”
He nodded eagerly and all three climbed onto the floor. Aubrey and Elizabeth were on their knees.
“You can either kiss your partner while he jerks off over you, or you can both focus on him. Sort of begging for his cum. Tongues out, mouths open. The whole deal.”
“Make out with me Lizzie!” Aubrey whined.
And so, the pair locked lips for one final time. Wrapping his fingers around his meaty knob, Greg quickly stroked, bringing himself closer and closer to release. Their lip-locking intensified, eyes opening and roaming up to his face, twisted and contorted as he got ready to blow. Meanwhile, offstage, the crew member jerking his dick exploded, making a mess of his own shoes as it dribbled out. But no one noticed. All were focused on the trio.
A guttural groan slowly turned into a roar as Greg spanked himself silly while the two girls continued sucking face. The camera zoomed in for a close up just as his piss slit winked for a moment before hot, thick ropes of jism burst forth. The first volley exploded into being, splattering across the side of Aubrey’s face from forehead to chin. Still jerking, he shifted and aimed his exploding member at Elizabeth who felt even more hot splashes of cum spray across her pretty features. Turning back to Aubrey, he pumped out another fat glob that smacked into the bridge of her nose. Turning back to Elizabeth, he dumped one final spurt into her open mouth, her tongue waggling as it broke away from Aubrey. And with that, he grabbed hold of the head and squeezed out a few more drops on both of their foreheads. It trickled down into eyebrows as they looked towards the camera.
Looking like Two-Face with half of her features covered in soupy man goo, Elizabeth said, “Afterwards, always make sure to clean up your partner!”
Practically pouncing on Aubrey, Elizabeth made sure that every ounce of cum was licked clean, swallowing it down and smacking her lips appreciatively. Then she waited for Aubrey to do the same. Aubrey use her fingers, smearing the cum into Elizabeth’s skin until her fingers were dripping, then she sucked them clean, swirling the jism around her mouth.
Elizabeth assumed the position, waiting below with an open mouth. From between Aubrey pink puckered lips, a thick string of saliva and cum dripped into Elizabeth’s eagerly awaiting gullet. Swallowing it down, they looked towards the camera once more.
“Cum-sharing or snowballing is when you pass the cum from one mouth to the other. It’s great fun, and sometimes it’s so hot, it puts the guy in the mood for another round immediately.” Elizabeth said matter-of-factly. She ticked off her fingers, as though counting to remember something. “I think that’s all for today! We hoped you learned something! And had fun of course!”
“I don’t care if you had fun. Just get out there and start fucking.” Aubrey said, the boredom now back in her voice.
“And make sure you tune in next time for Sex-Ed For Dummies where Selena Gomez is going to be talking about exhibitionism and all the fun that comes with that!” Elizabeth said, looking confused. “That’s like sex in public right?”
Aubrey rolled her eyes and nodded.
“Ohhhh fun!” Elizabeth said, all bright and bubbly. “Bye-bye now!”
“Whatever. Ok. So which of you lucky fucker’s is going to get part two of the show in our dressing room?” Aubrey called out, looking over the remaining crew.
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Haha. I’ve been interested in these two together for awhile and I have no doubt they do funny shit like this IRL. This is great. Aubrey is crazy and Liz has to keep up. Hot and funny.
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Decided to finally read the series as a whole, especially due to the latest addition...
...and iw was absolutely the right call. Loving the entire premise of it, the celebrity selection is top shelf and fitting and the sex itself is written with a perfect mix of hotness and humor. The fact that you included so many different celebs also helps to mix things up.
Can't wait for more (and also hoping for some of my favorites to appear, fingers crossed!).
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Author's Note: Thanks to MaxwellLord for the celebrity instructor suggestion!
Lesson #9: Exhibitionism
Starring Selena Gomez
Codes: MF, Oral, Public
“Guys and gals, welcome! Welcome back to another exciting installment of Sex-Ed For Dummies!”
The enigmatic guest host of the world renown sexual education phenomenon sweeping the globe, Hugh Johnson, stood on his newly refurbished late-night set, accompanied by band. Clapping his hands together, he rubbed them eagerly. The camera panned slowly upwards from his blindingly polished shoes, along his crisp black (and oh so very tight) slacks to his perfectly tailored suit. His tie was the same mauve color as the velvet curtain behind him. His teeth gleamed brilliantly white in the dazzle of the studio lights and slicked back silver hair glowed like starlight as he amped up the live studio audience. They were all cheering wildly, some stamping their feet in frenzied anticipation of what was to come. Many of the attractive hopeful’s tonight were eyeing the people on either side, mentally undressing them in the event of potential orgies that might break out later in the show.
“We’ve got a fantastic lesson for you tonight.” Hugh said, as The Fellatio Five finished playing him in and the crowd’s cheers gradually died down. “Really top notch. Selena Gomez is here!” The crowd woo-hooed. “Yes. Yes. Lovely Selena Gomez. She is talking, and undoubtedly showing, something very near and dear to her heart. Exhibitionism. For those not in the know, that could mean any and everything from jerking it in the car to a quick blowie in the dog park to buttfucking the new intern in the conference room between meetings.” He paused as the crowd looked confusedly at one another. “No one? Just me then?” He laughed. “But you aren’t tuning in to hear me prattle on, let’s bring out Selena!”
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The Fellatio Five kicked back to life and from behind the velvet mauve curtain, Selena Gomez emerged looking nothing short of a million bucks. A tight colorful striped evening dress that hugged every curve on her body, her makeup expertly applied and her dark hair hanging to her shoulders. Clicking across the stage in high heels, she strutted over to Hugh. Hugging, they exchanged kisses on cheeks and he graciously led her over to his large mahogany desk and the softest velvet chairs positioned next to it. Plopping herself down upon the squishy fabric, she settled comfortable into it as he settled behind his desk, shuffling his talking points for the evening. The crowd was going wild, and Selena waved, blowing them a kiss before Hugh gestured for them to quiet down.
“Hello Selena!” Hugh said, beaming at her. “Sex-Ed For Dummies is positively thrilled to have you here tonight.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you! It’s so great to finally be doing this. I’ve wanted to teach a lesson ever since I saw how much fun Taylor had doing hers!” Selena said brightly.
“Ms. Swift assured us she had the best time that night. Many others did as well.” Hugh said with a cheeky grin. “But let’s talk about you.”
“Me and exhibitionism.” Selena corrected him with a knowing look.
“Yes. Why don’t you explain to the viewers at home what exhibitionism means to you and how it factors into your daily life.”
“A picture is worth a thousand words, right? Here’s a great example.” Selena said and with a quick tug on the front of her dress, popped out both of her impeccable perky breasts, each dark nipple reaching a stiff point.
The crowd drew a collective gasp as they stared at the caramel-colored funbags. Dicks tightened trousers and panties were flooded with a rush of arousal as they gazed and gawked. Jiggling them for the camera, the pair was indistinguishable from one another except for the signature mole painted on her right breast. Then with a giggle, she put them away, to the disappoint of every single person in the studio and at home.
“Basically, it means some kind of sexual activity in a public setting or place where one wouldn’t normally take place.”
“And you do this regularly?” Hugh asked, ever the consummate professional, although if you peaked underneath his desk he was pitching a tent large enough for three.
“Oh yes. For one, I never wear a bra if I don’t have too.” She shrugged sending her tits bouncing. “I mean, why hide these fantastic sweater puppies?”
“They are fantastic.”
“That means people usually get eyeful of my boobs and more than the occasional nip slip.”
“But beyond that?”
“Beyond that? I love having sex in public places. It’s gets me off so hard. Like nothing else. That thrill of being caught? It’s intoxicating.”
“What would you say is the riskiest place you’ve ever had sexual relations?” Hugh asked.
“Hmmm…” Selena said, thinking as she rubbed her chin. “Award shows. Definitely. Can’t tell you how many close calls I’ve had at award shows. Banging backstage or hell, even just lifting my dress up and finding the nearest lap. But to be honest, I’m not picky. I’ll do it just about anywhere. In a parking garage? Perfect. Dark movie theater? Even better. Deserted alleyway? Push me up against that wall! A hotel elevator? Hell yea!”
“Those all sound awfully specific.” Hugh said, adjusting in his seat as each scenario flashed through his very vivid imagination. He cleared his throat. “Today’s format is going to be a little different. I’m afraid we haven’t any live sex to film today in the studio.” There was a collective groan of disappointment from the audience. “We learned our lesson last time! Selena has already filmed everything for today’s episode! We’re going to give it a watch and she’ll provide commentary and insight as we go. Isn’t that right?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say no sex in the studio.” She said, batting her mascara-laden eyelashes in Hugh’s direction. “But yes, I filmed everything last week with the help of one of the hunkiest guy’s I’ve ever seen.” She leaned forward, giving a nice peek of cleavage and whispered, “And one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen.” She held her hands comically far apart from one another, a look of pure shock and joy on her face. Then she leaned back and resumed in a normal speaking voice. “Clarence his name was.”
“A handsome man indeed.” Hugh said, “And a PHD doctoral candidate at UCLA studying psycho-sexual urges and tendencies.”
“Is he really?” Selena asked, mouth hanging wide open.
“Yes. Didn’t that come up at all?”
“No, but something else came. Several times.” Selena winked.
“Eh-hem, well, yes…are we ready with the first clip?” He got a nod from offstage. “Before we begin, is there anything you want to say Selena?”
“Lube up those hands, dildos and whatever else you’ve got. Get ready to rub one out because this is some hot stuff! Roll it!”
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A mounted dashboard camera rattled as two people lounged in the luxurious inside of a ludicrously expensive sports car. It was the type of vehicle made for doing over 100 on the wide-open road. Instead it was currently sitting in traffic in downtown Los Angeles. One of the occupants was one Selena Gomez, clad only in a paper-thin black tank top, both her perky breasts and accompanying nipples easily visible through and a black skirt so short you could see just about everything. Imprinted upon the top in large white letters were the words, Sex-Ed For Dummies. She waved to the camera.
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“Hey there Dummies. We are today here in sunny LA on our way to the Third Street Promenade for a little filming and fun. Of course, there’s fucking traffic, wouldn’t be LA without it. I had the idea to fire up the camera a little early and kick off the lesson right now. Isn’t that right Clarence?”
Lounging comfortably in the driver’s seat was an insanely muscular man, skin darker than coal with a jaw chiseled out of granite. He grinned with brilliantly white teeth from behind large stylish shades. Wearing only a plain white tee and shorts, he nodded. Looking squarely into the camera, her hands caressing her own terrific set of tits, lack of a bra painfully evident, and both nipples stiffer than bullets as she palmed the perky pair. With a tug, she freed them from their poorly constructed prison, resting them atop the dark tank top.
“Not to step on anyone’s toes, I’m sure the fine folks at Sex-Ed For Dummies have an entire lesson planned for car sex, but I just couldn’t resist this opportunity. The windows in this car aren’t tinted, and we are very low to the ground. Anyone not in a smart car should be able to see what I’m about to do no problem! Hot.”
Shaking her chest for the camera, she turned away and showed them off to the woman in the car next to them. She spat out her coffee in surprise. Selena winked and rested back in her seat. One large dark hand moved to maul the hefty rack as Clarence fingered the soft titflesh between his fingers, giving each nipple a shameless pinch.
“This is going to be so great for my thesis. Actual hands on experience. Hot damn girl.” He said, squeezing tight and marveling at each jiggling boob.
“Damn yourself!” Selena cooed, clearly not listening to a word he said as her mischievous mits rubbed his lap, a large cylindrical bulge growing there with each passing second.
In a flash, Selena had his pants undone, fishing out the enormous black pole contained within. Marveling at the size, her mouth hung open as she looked into the camera. Shivering with excitement, she shook the stiff wang by the girthy base.
“Today is going to be so fun. I just know it. Roadhead is perfect for an exhibitionist just starting out. In a regular car, people probably can’t see who you are, but they’ll likely know what’s happening. But of course, make sure not to crash the car! That’s no fun for anyone! If you get really worked up, just pull over on the side of the road for a little wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.”
With that she bent over his lap, her plump, shiny lips surrounding the crown. Spit sloshed down in great splashes as she slurped at the tip until the dark shaft was wet and shiny. From the wide angle of the camera, you could catch glimpses of other people’s reactions. And react they did, especially once her head began to bob up and down. Clarence groaned louder than the engine as more and more of his cock disappeared from view. One person averted their eyes in horror. Another pointed and ogled. A third pulled their own phone out and was trying to snap a picture.
Choking down the veiny prick, it was quite the remarkable achievement to swallow even half of it, let alone the entire thing. Clarence rested one enormous hand on the top of her head, gently, but firmly, guiding her progress up and down the shaft as traffic shifted and a whole new group of people were greeted to the sight of some truly excellent road head. Coming up for air, several sticky strings of saliva clung to her full lips as her hand squelched around the shaft. Making eye contact with the passenger in the car next to them, she gave a sly smirk before taking the crown back between her lips and sucking it down again.
Adjusting her position, she knelt in her seat, lips pressing down against Clarence’s groin. Of course, this new position had the added bonus of her panty-less pussy facing the window. Lips left the big black dick just long enough to say, “From this position, those people out there gets to see a little something more. Hot for them. Hotter for me.”
She was right of course. The middle-aged gentlemen in the car next to them had his face pressed against the window, fogging up the glass as his eyes popped out of his head. Drooling like a simpleton, he stared at Selena’s glistening pink pussy lips while her head rose and fell. Then, as if a switch flipped, he suddenly wrestled with his pants and started beating off furiously, watching her all the while. Unfortunately for him, traffic was just starting to clear up. The open road appeared in front of them and Clarence revved the engine to life as Selena reluctantly let the cock fall from her mouth. Sitting back down in her seat, she wiped her lips, giggled and blew a kiss at the camera.
“Mhmmm, can’t wait to show you more once we get there.” She clicked her seatbelt back in as Clarence did his best to tuck away his raging hardon. “Safety first!”
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Back in the studio, the collective audience visibly shifted, agitated in their seats. Underwear struggled to contain throbbing boners. Panties were soaked through, huge wet splotches growing larger with every second. Hugh cleared his throat loudly as the camera fixed back on him and Selena.
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“That was quite the display. Tell me. Why the road head? That was totally unscripted. You hadn’t planned any of the lesson until actually arriving at the mall. Why not just wait?” Hugh asked.
“A desire to teach? I spotted an opportunity? Boredom? What else was I supposed to do?”
“Listen to the radio?”
“Eh. Once you’re on the radio, it actually starts to lose its appeal. Come on, let’s get to this next part! This is really where it gets good! We do some shopping!”
***
A montage of clips shot on an iPhone so advanced, it wasn’t even out yet flashed across the screen. Selena trotting through the outdoor mall on a sunny southern California afternoon, Clarence behind the camera capturing every moment. People milled about, going about their business. Some seemed to recognize a celebrity in their midst. Others didn’t even notice or if they did, didn’t care. It was LA after all.
Selena had eyes only for the camera and the stud behind it. She flirted with the phone like it was second nature. Dirty looks. Winks. Blown kisses. Hiking up her skirt here to reveal her bare bottom, and giving those fat caramel cheeks a quick clap. Flashing her ta-ta’s, bouncing them up and down before hurriedly stowing them away. Any and every excuse to grind up against and grope him. Clarence had a tent in his pants from the moment they exited the car until the moment they entered the high-end lingerie store. Inside, Selena browsed through the selection of fancy undergarments, each skimpier than the last. Victoria Secrets couldn’t hold a candle to this place.
Leaning in close, she whispered to the camera, “Half the fun of exhibitionism is the buildup. As you’ve seen, I’ve been teasing Clarence nonstop since we go out of the car. It makes that moment of release so much sweeter.” Honey dripped from those words. “And I’m not done yet. Not even close.”
Clarence was playing the role of the dutiful, but bored boyfriend as Selena selected two armfuls of lingerie, holding up each one to her scantily clad body before depositing them in his arms. After picking through the silkiest, laciest and most revealing bedroom boudoir items that Sex-Ed For Dummies could buy she marched into the changing room. Three wooden doors, and inside an array of mirrors. Clarence was relegated to sitting outside. One outfit after another was paraded before him. His wood was bordering on painful by this point. Teddys. Stilettos. Thigh-high garters. Bustiers. Corsets. You name it. Every time Selena emerged, she would strut for the camera, twirl around and grind on Clarence. And every time they were continually interrupted by a pesky saleswoman, eager to make a huge commission with the sale. Selena always hurried away with a wink. Finally, in her last outfit of the day, she called out to him.
“Babe, could you come in here? I need your opinion on this!”
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Hurrying inside, he nearly pulled the door off its hinges in anticipation and slammed it behind him. Selena was standing there in a simple, yet elegant pink silk robe that she let drop from her shoulders revealing her stunning naked form. Immediately she dropped to her knees.
“We have to hurry before anyone finds out.” She whispered, undoing his belt and pulling out his cock. “I’m gonna suck this thing so fucking hard. That’s the thrill of it people. Pure and simple. Doing something in a place you shouldn’t. It’s so naughty.”
Without any further ado, Selena wrapped her pink plump lips around his hardness. Those puffy pillows engulfed the throbbing veiny prick as she slid them along his length until they surrounded the base. Her big brown eyes stared straight down the camera as she bobbed along the big black cock. Tucking strands of her voluminous shiny hair behind her head, she moved faster and faster. A long, low, deep bass rumbled emanated from Clarence. It echoed loudly around the tiny changing room. Selena withdrew her lips and placed one perfectly manicured finger to them.
“Shhhhhh.” She whispered. “Quiet is the name of the game when fucking in public. Sure, it’s sometimes fun to get caught, but you can actually get into a lot of trouble if the person is a prude or a stickler for the rules. Or sometimes they just want to join in.”
Promptly returning to the thick dick in front of her Selena perpetrated a disappearing act between her glossy gobsmackers. Hefty black balls resting comfortably upon her chin, she never even blinked as she continued staring up into the camera. Gurgling pleasantly, she held him there as he throbbed inside of her. Then she released the now spit-soaked prick with a singular long slurp. Greedily grinning, she dove back in. The blowjob was loud. Sloppy. Trails of spit spilling freely down her chin to hang and wobble off the quivering schlong and fall down onto the careless array of lingerie covering the floor of the dressing room. Clarence angled up the camera to look at the reflection of them in the mirror, the back of Selena’s head a dark blur as he struggled to hold it steady, trembling from head to toe.
Framing her once more in the shot, she popped off the dick to say, “Of course, I didn’t come here today just to suck. I came here to fuck. I mean, teach. Let’s go at it big guy.”
Selena sat on the small wooden seat in the dressing room, back against the wall as she spread her smooth tanned legs wide. Pink labia glistened as Clarence handed the phone over to her. Settling on his handsome face, he took up residence between her thighs, lapping at the abundance of sweet nectar leaking from her dribbling honeypot. The audio of the phone was filled with Selena’s heavy breathing as Clarence shoved his talented tongue deeper into her twat.
“Shit!” She whispered in a high-pitched voice. A quick swap of the camera and it was back on her face, contorted with pleasure. “He’s really fucking good at this!” Clarence grunted with satisfaction. “As good as Taylor!”
Swapping back the camera back to him, Clarence stood up and grabbed the thick dark spear wobbling in front of him. A gleaming jewel of precum glinted at the tip.
“You ready for this dick Selena?”
“Mhmmm!”
The camera zoomed in close at the head of his impossibly thick cock smacked against her hot pink ladylips. The coal color stood out in sharp contrast to her bronzed thighs. Teasing with the head, a sudden sharp thrust from his hips and he stuffed her full, a heavy grunt sounding from him. Selena for her part, cried out loudly, unable to stop herself. They both froze for a moment, as a sharp knock sounded at the door.
“Ms. Gomez?” The saleswoman’s voice called out from beyond it. “Everything all right in there?”
“Yes.” Selena squeaked out, her voice a good octave higher than usual. “Just slipped putting on a garter.” Clarence started rolling his hips.
“Ok. Well, if you need anything please do not hesitate to ask.” She responded cheerily, then paused. “Where did your male friend go?”
“Went. For. A. Snack. Thank. You. Miss.” Selena said in a strained voice as Clarence slid all ten inches in and out of her, faster now. Then she addressed him. “You’re so bad. You’re gonna get us caught!”
“Isn’t that the point?” He asked, grabbing on her shapely hips and really picking up the pace.
A quick flip of the camera screen. “It so is.” A shiver ran through her entire body.
***
“Close call, huh Selena?” Hugh asked.
“Eh, not really. Truth be told, I’ve had much closer calls. Yea, she probably knew what we were doing in there, but unless she calls you out on it, you’re fine. And the truth of the matter is, most people won’t call you out. It’ll just wind up being a fun story they tell their friends later.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll tell you, she definitely what we were doing by the time we finished. Here let’s keep watching.”
***
Hastily sticking the camera to the wall via suction cup, Clarence went to work. His impressive muscular physique loomed over her, still gripping her tightly by the waist as he slammed every inch he had into her over and over again. The thin wooden walls rattled as the entire dressing room shook. Other customers could be hear laughing and chatting as the couple did their best to keep their primal grunting to a minimum. Selena was able to keep herself from being too loud, at least until Clarence’s strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her from her seated position. Now held aloft atop his cock, she gave a gasp with a wide-eyed gaze of amazement. Grinning her dropped her down to the very base.
“FFFFUUUCCCKKKKK!!!” Selena screamed, shattering the quiet of the dressing room.
To stop herself from screaming, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, muffling her shrieks of ecstasy as he repeatedly impaled her on his dick.
“Everything alright in their sweetie?” A concerned woman’s voice floated over the divide.
“Yes.” Selena squeaked out, pulling her teeth from Clarence’s chocolate brown skin. The mark left behind was deep. “Just a toe cramp. These damn stiletto’s ya know?”
“Oh, I know honey. But it’s so worth it. I bet you look so good.”
“Un-huh.” Selena replied, eyes fluttering as every jiggly bit of her body bounced up and down, the big dark wang poking her deeper than she had thought possible.
Heavy breathing intensifying, Clarence gently dropped her to the ground. Legs trembling worse than a newborn foal, she placed her hands against the wall and bent over, presenting her shapely rear. Unable to stop himself, Clarence gave the caramel colored cheeks a hearty smack and grinned as he watched them ripple. Then he took position behind her, locked onto her hips and thrusted back inside. Clarence absolutely railed her from behind, the wet smack of their pelvis’s crashing together plenty loud enough for any and all too hear. The only thing louder was Selena, who was having real trouble keeping quiet as every ball-slapping thrust of his hips brought her closer to orgasmic nirvana.
“Ms. Gomez? Are you sure I can’t help you with anything? You’ve been in there quite a while now.” That same pesky saleswoman was back, knocking on the door again.
“I’m just finishing up now!”
“Ok…” She replied, suspicion heavily layered upon her voice.
Seconds later she did finish. Filled to the brim, she creamed all over that big black cock. Clarence’s meaty palm clamped over her mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle her climatic shrieks. Still pumping, he sank down one final time and Selena squirted. A hot torrent of ladyspray burst forth from her quivering twat. Like a firehouse, it drenched the wall of the dressing room as well as the crumpled array of lingerie still decorating the floor. As the stream turned to dribble, Selena slowly slid down the wall, her face pressed hard against it until she came to rest on the floor.
“Ok, now you.” She whispered after she finally recovered, laying in a puddle of her own cum, one cheek shining from it.
“Uh-huh.” Clarence said, slowly stroking his throbbing cock with one hand and grabbing the camera with the other. “You’re gonna finish me off, not like in the car.”
“Yea I am.” Selena said, brown eyes finding the camera.
Her lips found his wet dick and instantaneously she was sucking with blurring speed. Her oral skills quickly brought him orgasm as he grabbed her head, wrenching it backwards and taking hold of the massive black shaft.
“I’m gonna dump a fat fuckin load all over this pretty face.” He grunted.
“Yes please.” Selena whispered. “I need it…”
She gasped as the hot, salty jism suddenly and violently struck her face. Thick, goopy streaks plastered her forehead, spilled across the bridge of her nose, splashed her cheeks, frosted her lips and came to hang off her chin by the time he was finished stroking. Barely able to see through the glaze, cum dripped onto the silk garments on the floor under her knees.
“Hmmm, thanks babe. I think we are definitely going to have to pay for this stuff now.” She said, wiping one eye and staring at the lingerie, the girlspray and man goo staining nearly every article of clothing.
***
“I won’t tell you how much all that cost. That’s for the accountants to deal with.” She chuckled. “And I won’t tell you how awkward that conversation was with the cashier, what with the cum plastered all over my face. But it does bring me to a hugely important part of any exhibitionist display. The cum walk. After all, what are people gonna do? You’ve already had sex. But walking around with it, it’s so hot. Everyone knows exactly what you did. Now, if you’re not quite ready for a full facial walk, cumming in panties or all over a shirt is also a viable option. Sometimes feeling his cum leak out of your pussy down your leg can be just as big of a turn on.” She shivered in her seat just thinking about it.
“Something you do often?” Hugh asked.
“Oh yes. There was this one time, I was late for a photoshoot, because of a little afternoon delight. I was in too much of a hurry to cleanup, so I just headed out. Cum all over my face. When I finally arrived the studio, they were pretty insistent about cleaning me up, I was happy to do the shoot with the cum, or even freshen it up with another dose, but they didn’t go for it.”
Hugh gave a hearty chuckle. “I’m thinking that here at Sex-Ed, we might be able to arrange a photoshoot like that.” He looked offset towards the producer, who was in chair nodding emphatically.
“That sounds like fun. I’ll have my people talk to your people after the show. But, let’s get back to this. We get a few reaction shots with me walking around the mall with a face full of cum.”
***
Selena strode out of the store proudly, bags in hand. The congealing cum still caking her features and staining her tank-top. Clarence filmed behind her, catching the faces of the people as they walked by. Their reactions were priceless. Shocked disbelief. Opened mouth confusion. Head-scratching amazement. Quick pics were snapped and not-so-whispered words were overheard.
“Yo, check out that chick with the jizz all over her!”
“Is that CUM?!?”
“What’s all over her face?
“Is that Selena Gomez?”
“The fuck is…oh my GAWD!”
People stared, gasped and pointed as she marched proudly down the Promenade. Selena had the biggest smile and giggled.
Looking back into the camera, she said, “That cum really wet my appetite. I’m getting hungry. Let’s head to the food court!”
***
“We gathered a couple of tweets from that day. People posting about seeing you at the mall. It caused quite a storm on twitter. #1 trending.” Hugh said. “We’ve got a few here. I’ll them out.” He cleared his throat and shuffled the notecards before him. “Selena Gomez making a bold fashion statement. #ThirdStreetPromenade #SelenaGomez #Facial.” An accompanying blurry photo of cum-covered Selena appeared on the screen.
“Definitely a bold fashion choice. For sure.” She nodded in simple agreement.
“Here’s another one. Selena Gomez walking around with cum all over her face. #SluttySelena #Cumslut.”
“I think slutty is a little unfair. It was only one guy’s cum on my face after all.” Selena said frowning.
“Ok, yes, well there were a lot of #SluttySelena ones. We will just skip over those then.” He tossed out the next card. And the next one. And three more after that.
“Ah ok! Here’s one. Can’t wait to try out Selena Gomez’s new skincare routine #Iscumgoodfortheskin #SelenaGomez #Facialsforlife #Blowthatloadalloverme.”
“It most definitely is good for the skin. How do you think I maintain such a glow?” Selena said, running one finger across her rounded, smooth and soft cheek.
“One more. Where can I find a girl (or guy) to do this?!?! #SelenaGomez #Cumwalk #Proud.”
“There’s plenty of us out there. You just need to keep an eye out!” Selena said, laughing.
“Ok, then what comes next?”
“A bit more public than the dressing room, we have some fun in the food court.”
***
Selena had an enormous chocolate popsicle, her bubblegum pink lips wrapped around the frozen treat. Her face had been cleaned, but you couldn’t wipe that naughty expression off of it. Eyes boring into the camera, she sensually licked the tip before pressing the sweet ice against the broadside of her tongue and sliding it back and forth. Chuckling came from behind the camera.
“That doing anything for ya babe?” She asked, pressing her lips tight and sliding the entirety of it into her mouth, blinking innocently. Withdrawing it, it came back out wet and sticky. “Reminding you of anything?” In response, Clarence grabbed her free hand and placed it on top of the bulge currently slithering its way down his pant leg. “Shit! You’re that hard again already?”
They were seated in a plastic booth, occupying one side of the table as people filed by, going about their humdrum dull lives. His only response to her was a groan as she squeezed it tight. Nimbly unzipping his fly, she fisted his prick as her head turned in every direction, on the lookout for observant passersby’s. The black pillar nearly hit the underside of the table as she sucked down the popsicle once more, stroking him simultaneously. Leaning over with pursed lips, she spat a long string of syrupy drool onto the dark dick. Pumping up and down, she jerked him off in a subtle way if you were above the table. Although if you were really paying any attention it was obvious what she was doing. As she jerked him six ways from Sunday, several co-eds cautiously approached the table.
“Oh my god.” One of them stammered, barely breathing. “Selena Gomez?”
“Hi!” Selena said brightly, not faltering in the slightest as she stroked from base to tip.
“We are all such huge fans…do you think…do you think…”
“You want a picture?” She asked kindly.
“If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Of course not! Come here, in front.”
Dexterously she slid to the edge of the booth, hand still jacking off his prick behind her back and dropping the popsicle. The girls squatted down in front of her and held out their cameras, clicking away madly as they collected enough selfies to plaster across their social for the rest of their lives. Clarence did his best to keep quiet, Selena never once stopping in her stroking. They finished snapping the pics and stood up, thanking her profusely.
One of the girls pointed to her cum-stained top, “Your shirt? Are you a fan of Sex-Ed For Dummies?”
“Of course!” Selena exclaimed. Then she cast a furtive look to the side and whispered, “There should be an episode with me as the instructor coming out soon.”
“That is so COOL! We watch Sex-Ed For Dummies all the time. Every girl in our dorm does! It finally taught my boyfriend how to properly give me an orgasm! I can’t wait to see what you teach! Thank you so much!”
***
“Selena! You weren’t supposed to tell anybody!” Hugh said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“Oops.” She said with a giggle. “Shush Hugh. Watch this next part.”
***
The group of excitable co-eds hurried away. Turning back to face Clarence and the camera, she slid close to him and whispered in ear. “That was so hot. They had no idea I was jerking you off. I’m fucking soaked right now.”
“Wanna suck on something other than that popsicle then?” He asked in a perfectly reasonable tone.
“Mhmm. Now, underneath the table, when out a restaurant, or in this case a food court is another perfect opportunity for an exhibitionist display.”
A quick look around and Selena slithered beneath the hard-plastic table. The ground was sticky, trash littering the floor and gum on the underside of the table. It was hard on her knees, but she couldn’t care less as Clarence titled the camera down. You could see Selena’s big brown eyes peeping out from beneath the table as her soft lips took hold of the shaft once more. In an instant, she was gurgling on it, the whole thing filling her mouth. On the table, the popsicle quickly turned to a sticky brown pool in the hot LA sun. A voice sounded off camera, interrupting the pair.
“You done with this table man?”
Selena’s eyes were alight with fire at the sound of the stranger’s voice so close to them.
“No!” Clarence shouted, shooing off whoever it was. “Get out of here!”
Selena released him to say to the camera, “This is usually better when there’s a table cloth. Hides a bit more of you, but this way is even riskier. God, I need this cock again.”
“Why not climb up on this lap then?” He asked still in his perfectly reasonable tone.
Selena did just that, sliding back up into the booth, making eye contact with a stranger as she wiped her lips clean. Then she flipped up her skirt and sitting on his lap sideways, stretching her legs out along the length of the booth. As if it were magnetized, her pussy found the head of his cock as she gripped the edge of the table and the back of the booth, holding herself aloft. Then she dropped, sinking down to the hilt. Clarence hurriedly set up the phone propped up on the table, getting a good view as Selena started to gyrate, filled once more with big black cock.
“In this situation, you need to be quick. You have to hurry before people really start to pay attention. Luckily, you’re both usually so turned on, it doesn’t take long.”
Even though subtly was key, it proved difficult for Selena as she worked her hips across his laps with more skill and panache than the most experienced of strippers. Staying quiet proved difficult as well, especially after Clarence lubed up one finger with the melting dregs of the popsicle and popped it into her butthole. People’s heads turned as they walked by, staring perplexedly at them. A couple of them figured out exactly what was happening and hurried away faster. A few others took to nearby tables to watch, sporting pitched tents all their own. Selena couldn’t care less, even when one of her oh-so perky tits popped out of her cum-stained top, nipple hard enough to cut glass.
Clarence was getting louder as well, one arm wrapped around her undulating body, the other gripping the edge of the table hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Her hot pink snatch was squeezing every veiny inch of that tree trunk he called a cock. Every subtle move, the slightest bump and rocking of her hips was aided by the fact that she was wetter than Niagara Falls and getting wetter by the second. Trembling from head to toe, her eyes were screwed shut, pearly white teeth sunk into her full lower lip, desperately trying to keep herself from screaming. The crowd was growing larger and larger around them, and both of them knew it. It was just too much. For both of them.
“Oh shit. Gonna cum.” Clarence grunted, swelling impossibly huge inside of her.
“ME TOO!” Selena shouted and then finally let loose a scream as the orgasm ballooned to life inside of her.
Heads snapped in their direction as well as phones, snapping pictures or recording videos. The eye of every person in the food court was upon them. Selena’s eyes flew wide open, taking all of the watchers in as her insides were blasted white. Spurt after spurt of impossibly hot cum filled her pussy as she shuddered, limbs twitching.
Selena slowly slid off his lap onto the booth, both of them recovering slowly from their respective orgasms. Taking the camera in her shaking fingers, she brought it under the table and spread her legs wide. Thick goop oozed out of her pussy staining her black skirt and congealing on the plastic of the seat. She brought the camera back up to her face and sighed contentedly.
“Another successful outing.”
“Hey! You two!” An angry voice cut through the crowd.
Selena flashed the camera towards the noise. A mall security officer was marching towards them, an angry scowl upon his face and shaking his fist threateningly. She quickly flashed the camera back her way.
“This can be part of it too. Sometimes you’ve gotta make a quick getaway! Come on!” Selena grabbed hold of Clarence and the two of them scrambled out the booth. Dick and tit still out, they pushed through the crowd, the camera bouncing wildly before cutting to black.
***
“Did you get caught?” Hugh asked Selena.
“We did.” Selena said seriously. “Hard to sprint in heels. Plus, I think he just followed the trail of cum leaking out of me.”
“Any lasting trouble? Because we do have an army of lawyers here at Sex-Ed For Dummies.”
“Let’s just say the officer and I worked out an arrangement.” Selena said with a wink.
Hugh grinned knowingly back at her. “Well then, that just about wraps up our show today. That’s the end of our footage. Selena, thank you so much for being here.”
“Oh please. Thank you for having me. I hope people see and start doing it more!” Selena looked out over the horny crowd. “These poor folks look a tad pent up. How about I run back to my dressing room and see if I can dig up a few other escapades I’ve recorded over the years…”
“What a generous offer! Give it up one more time for Selena Gomez!” Hugh yelled as The Fellatio Five started playing them out and the crowd cheered, excited into a frenzy by Selena’s parting words. “Next time on Sex-Ed For Dummies we have celebrity couple Cara Delevingne and Ashley Benson for some girl-on-girl action! Thank you! Good night and good fucking!”
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A wonderfully sexy story for a wonderfully beautiful woman. Great work with Selena. Superb.
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Love the Selena chapter, public sex just makes her so slutty, I especially loved the cum walk. Can't wait for the next update.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #10: Girl-On-Girl
Starring Ashley Benson & Cara Delevingne
Codes: FF, Squirt, Oral, Toys
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The camera faded in slowly on a couple seated at a kitchen table. Locked in a close embrace, the two drop-dead gorgeous women were engaged in a vigorous makeout session. Glossy lips smushed together. Sloppy tongues writhed beneath the surface of smooth shiny rosy cheeks. Those wriggling pink mouth organs left scant traces of saliva behind as they worked across shimmering lips. The presence of the camera went ignored as the smooching continued unabatedly. Someone coughed off-screen. It went ignored. They coughed again, louder. Still ignored.
“EH-HEM!” Someone positively shouted from off-screen.
The couple broke apart with a start. “Oh! Didn’t know we had started filming! ‘Ello there. Name’s Cara Delevingne.” Said the one on the left, her posh and proper British accent at odds with downright dirty fuck-me eyes she had leveled straight at the lens.
“And I’m Ashley Benson.” Said the one on the right, in sultry, husky tones that were all American.
“We are here today on location in our very own Los Angeles home with the season one finale of everyone’s favorite series, Sex-Ed For Dummies!” Cara said, her hand mischievously disappearing beneath the table to do who knows what. “Today’s lesson? Some good old girl-on-girl action! We’re going to show you, the viewer, how one woman properly pleases another. Doesn’t matter if you’re a lesbian, bisexual or even just some boring heterosexual bloke. All can learn.” And then, as though considering something for the first time, her face scrunched up in deep thought, thick eyebrows contracting almost comically. “Actually, men? Pay attention most of all. Most of you wouldn’t know where to find the clitoris if the point of your pecker was pressing against it.”
Ashley nodded all too solemnly and added, “We’ve been wanting to do this lesson since day one, but we had certain demands. And we are pleased to announce that the higher-ups at Sex-Ed For Dummies have graciously accepted. Going forward, at least half of the production crew for every lesson will be comprised of women!”
“Thank God. It was a real sausage fest over there.” Cara said, rolling her eyes. “And of course, we’ve got an all-female crew here today. No boys allowed.” She waggled a finger at the camera. A girlish giggle sounded from somewhere.
“We definitely don’t need no dicks. Even if we did, we must have a thousand fake ones lying around here.” Ashley said, shrugging carelessly.
Indeed, over their shoulder in the background of the shot, one such realistic veiny-looking dildo was randomly suction-cupped to the wall. Another bright pink ribbed one rested casually on top of a countertop. A third bulbous black one lay with a bunch of bananas resting in a fruit bowl.
“Oh please Sprinkles. You know I can get you off with nothing but this.” Cara said, using her lover’s given pet name sticking out her tongue between two fingers, stimulating cunnilingus. “Or even just this.” She stuck up her pinky finger.
Ignoring her, Ashley asked the camera, “How about a little tour first?”
The camera followed the pair, hand-in-hand, out of the kitchen and were led through room after room of the impressive estate. Although the décor was elegant, it was difficult to appreciate. Instead in every frame, the eye couldn’t help but search out plastic phalluses. It was a Where’s Waldo of rubber wangs and silicon vibrators. Some peaked up from between couch cushions, others were strewn haphazardly across the floor and still more poked out from flower vases like a bouquet of big fake dicks.
“We really should have cleaned up first.” Ashely said, biting her lower lip anxiously.
What little decoration the viewer could focus on were mostly nude paintings, various fertility statues, collections of vagina-themed artwork and countless books on lesbianism. While wandering around the finished basement, the camera paused at a solid looking door, left slightly ajar. Even a cursory glance inside showed off enough leather padded walling to make a cow flee in fright at the very sight of it. Strapped to the walls all around the room were even more dildos, vibrators and butt plugs of every size and shape imaginable, but that was just the tip of the sex toy treasure trove. Ropes, whips, chains, ball gags, handcuffs, feathers, nipple clamps and what was either an incredibly realistic dummy or a woman in a full gimp suit securely chained, in a compromising position, to a bench seated next to a hanging swing and a sturdy looking stockade.
“Whoops!” Cara said, hurrying over and quickly shutting the door. “No peeking in there. That’s our sex dungeon.”
“You don’t get to see that… today.” Ashley said slyly. “Now maybe if Sex-Ed wants to invite us back…”
The words were left hanging in the air as they ushered the cameras upstairs until they reached the master bedroom. A gigantic four poster bed sat opposite an enormous oil painting, the inhabitants of which bore a remarkable resemblance to the soon-to-be naked instructors. On each nightstand was a careful selection of toys, chosen especially for today’s lesson.
“And here’s where the magic happens.” Cara said. “Sometimes. We do it all over the house really. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve both squirted gallons across this room. Now tell me Sprinkles. A man ever make you squirt before I came along?”
“Nu-uh.” Ashley said, already beginning to strip. “Pretty sure no man ever even made me cum before you Cara.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” And the British model too began to disrobe.
It didn’t take long as both women were wearing the skimpiest of silk robes. Once the soft garments fluttered carelessly to the floor, the naked duo had only eyes for each other. The visible hunger was almost startling. There was double of everything you wanted to see. Incredible tits jiggling with the slightest movement. Ashley’s were larger, complimenting her fuller figure, but Cara’s were perkier. The slender model possessing a pair of pointed dark nipples currently sharp enough to cut glass. Shaven smooth snatches peaked from between their owner’s toned thighs.
“Now, the most important thing with women is you have to take you time. Build up to the act itself. Foreplay. No wham-bam-thank-you ma’am. In and out in under two minutes. Appreciate her. Worship her. Hit up all those pleasure centers. Yes, centers, as in multiple. Do that and you’ll have her cumming her brains out. And if you don’t? Well, you might find yourself working on your technique all alone.” Cara said.
The camera settled at the foot of the bed, Ashley already upon it, flat on her back. With legs spread wide, her ladylips looked all too inviting. Cara climbed up on top of her, giving the camera glimpse at an entirely new set of tattoos.
“Now to start off, just a bit of snogging. I know what you fellas are thinking. Snogging? Really?” Cara said. “Truth is nothing gets a woman wetter than a good long kissing session before really getting down to business.”
“Yea, you want her dripping like a water slide before you even think about getting down there.” Ashley concurred.
The lip locking glimpsed at the very start of the episode returned with a vengeance. A frenzy of pent-up sexual energy as both lithe feminine bodies intertwined. Arms and legs wrapped up so tightly, it was hard to see where one ended and the other began. Cara’s lips gradually left Ashley’s plump pair after what seemed like ages, moved slowly down her neck.
“Now. Mhm. Kissing. Mhm. Doesn’t. Mhm. Just. Mhm. Mean. Mhm. Lips.” Cara said in-between smooches.
“Well, not just these lips!” Ashley said, touching her mouth playfully. “Kiss down her neck, along her collarbone until you reach her breasts and play around with those for a while.”
Cara was indeed already licking and slurping at her boobs, one whole hand massaging the left while her mouth made love to the right.
“Don’t squash them. Massage, like you would any other part of her. And pay special attention to her nipples. Not too hard at first though, unless she likes that!” Ashley stammered. “Rolling it between thumb and forefinger is perfect!” She was struggling to get the words out. “Or if you prefer using your tongue, run it around the areola, then flick the nub.” Cara’s grinning mouth did exactly that. “Suck on it. Form a suction with your lips. Tongue still tickling it! Teeth even, as long as you’re gentle!”
Mascara-laden eyelashes fluttering, Ashley had one hand balled full of sheet, the other squeezing her girlfriend’s dirty blonde head. Eyes shut tight, she allowed herself a momentarily reprieve from instruction to savor the sensation. Cara swapped back and forth between breasts, spending equal with both of them. Her voice a good octave higher, Ashley forced her eyes open and resumed speaking.
“While she… or he, I suppose, is making love to your breasts, it’s the perfect time to slip a finger or two into the vagina. Don’t just jam it in though, it’s not a key in a lock. Trace the outline of her labia first.”
Wandering downwards, Cara’s hand traced along Ashley’s stomach, circling her belly button before sliding gracefully across her pubic mound and finally reaching its destination atop her lesbian lover’s outermost sex. With the lightest of touches, she grazed it. “One thing to note. Long fingernails. A no-no. Freshly cut fingernails? An absolute no-no.” Ashley continued speaking as one solitary tattooed finger wriggled its way inside of her, thumb automatically centering itself squarely and firmly on central command of feminine pleasure. The clitoris. A shiver ran through Ashley’s body. “Cara is now stimulating my clitoris. Ahhh, the clitoris. I could spend a whole lesson just talking about the clitoris. I’ll try to restrain myself though.”
“I won’t.” Cara said, fingering her harder as her lips continued their downwards descent.
“Located at the crest of the labia, the clitoris looks like a little pink nub hidden beneath a hood. Feel around for it, she will let you know when you’ve found it. Now, keep playing with it while you finger her. Gently! And your fingers? Curl them inside of her. You should be able to find her g-spot that way. The g-spot. You know, that magical pleasure patch tucked away inside every cooch pooch. Lemme tell you, the only people who think the g-spot isn’t real are insecure men who have never made their wife climax once in their entire lives. Once you do find it, it feels a bit rougher than the rest of the area around it, don’t be afraid to hang there for a WHILE!” Ashley yelled unexpectedly, Cara having stuck another finger in and curling them in the exact manner described.
“Now with two fingers, you can really start going at it.” Angling her fingers in an upwards trajectory, Cara withdrew to her French-tipped fingernails only to slam her spindly digits back down to the tattoo-covered knuckles.
With a thumb swiping across the clitoris and two fingers splitting Ashley’s velvety folds, the actress couldn’t stop from groaning and squirming. Cara’s wrist was cocked, a loaded piston, delivering goodness with ever increasing speed and intensity as Ashley’s own fingers drifted to Cara’s cunt as well.
“Mutual pleasuring is fantastic, although it does make it a little harder to focus.”
Cara withdrew her mouth from Ashley’s left tit to settle flat on her back. Their arms crisscrossed as they proceeded to fingerbang each other’s snatches, the camera making sure to capture the slightest twitch of any and every digit. As the sloppy makeout resumed, Cara found her own fingers faltering as Ashley went at it like a woman possessed. A giggle escaped from her rosy rounded cheeks, feeling Cara squirm next to her. In order to continue with the lesson, Cara had no choice but to pull Ashley’s fingers out of greedy twat, bringing the hand up to her mouth so she might suck each digit cleaner than the last. Making up for lost time, Cara clapped her wrist harder, slipping a third finger into the mix.
“Think of it as a tiny dick, fucking her.” Cara said. “The big dicks are coming in just a minute. Right after I make Sprinkles here climax.” Ashley shuddered harder, eyes rolling into the back of her head, mouth agape. “Once you get into that groove, go at it until she explodes. Just watch out for finger cramps!”
Totally focused on her partner, Cara intensified the speed and force of her fingering. Within a minute, she had Ashley cumming, shrieking to the ceilings in those husky tones until her voice gave out and sank back down into the mattress, coming down from her orgasmic high. Laughing, Cara slithered the rest of the way down her partner’s body. Head securely nestled between her lover’s thighs, her voice, a bit muffled, could still be heard.
“Now comes the real fun part. Pay extra attention gentlemen. I’m gonna show you exactly how to eat pussy like a lesbian. Take notes and your woman is going to be cumming like she never has before. Watch and learn.”
Zooming in, the camera had a clear and up-close shot of exactly what Cara was about to do. To begin with, she didn’t stick her tongue into the slippery wet love canal. Instead she settled for placing her puckered lips around the clitoral hood, gently suckling away at it. Using the broad side of her tongue, she gave long lingering licks that trailed from taint to clit, her eyes never leaving Ashley’s face. After servicing the outer areas, her tongue took a deep dive, disappearing amongst the velvety folds like a writhing pink spear. Her lips pressed around it, rubbing back and forth as gentle suction was applied. A few minutes passed before she surfaced for air, wiping her shining mouth in the process.
“But maybe this position isn’t for you. Let’s try out a couple of others.” Before Ashley could even blink, Cara had straddled her face and was grinding her twat against her lover’s face, even as Ashley stuck out her pink tongue to lick at the sopping slit. “A little bit of face-riding. Or sitting if you prefer a more stationary position. Great to feel dominate and in control.”
Ashley tried to mumble something from underneath, but even the high-powered mics couldn’t pick it up, so muff-filled was her mouth. Bucking and gyrating her hips, it was practically a lap-dance on her face.
“I think she’s trying to say; eye contact is always a bonus. Is that it Sprinkles?” Cara said, grinding her hips extra hard for effect.
“MMMMM-HHHMMM!!!” Ashley’s managed to mumble out, her blue eyes fixed on Cara.
“And then of course.” Cara said laughing and raising herself. Spinning around so her pert ass cheeks obscured the rest of Ashley’s face. “69ing.” Leaning down, her tongue found Ashley’s hotbox once more. “Look familiar?” She asked the camera with a nod of her head.
The camera quickly did a double-take towards the oil portrait on the opposite wall. It might as well have been a mirror as the two women devoured each other’s pussies. Cara going slowly, taking her time, Ashley speedily licking away like a dog with a water bowl on a hot summer day. They even rolled around, switching between top and bottom as they chowed down like it was their last meal. When they finally did resurface, Cara climbed off Ashley and returned to her first position, head between thighs.
“Basically, those are a couple of tried and true methods, but I hate to tell you fella’s, there’s no secret sauce in this recipe. Each woman is different and there is no end all be all method to get her off. Sorry! Now here’s what I know Sprinkles’ likes.” Cara immediately brought her lips to her clit once more, sucking on it something fierce.
“Oh, Cara! Fuck!” Ashley cried out, her entire body now writhing once more she was licked by her lesbian lover. “Suck that fuckin’ clit. That’s a good girl.”
Cara didn’t deviate or increase the intensity of what she was doing, instead continuing at the same consistent rate. The moaning, echoing around the room, was growing louder and louder.
“Listen to your partner’s signals.” Cara said, her chin smeared with fluids. “When she gives you a good sign, don’t change what you’re doing. Keep doing that thing exactly! It really helps. Sometimes jackhammering away harder isn’t the right thing to do!”
Diving back down to those dripply lips, the wet sloppy noises emanating from between Ashley’s thighs were enough to make any person, man or woman, envious. The sapphic shrieks coming out of the actress’s mouth reached a peak. Cara’s tongue was a blur, sliding in one direction then another before disappearing inside, only to remerged and flick like a snake at Ashley’s throbbing, pulsating clit.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum again! Keep going! Fuck yes! Baby! Yes!” Ashley shouted, Cara’s licked and lapped like a woman on a God-given mission. “CUMMMING!!!”
Nearly yanking the roots right out of her head, Ashley’s grip twisted as the orgasm struck, muscles seizing violently. Thrashing about, her hold on Cara gradually lessened, the orgasm slowly receding until only heavy panting remained.
“Damn…phew. Ok, next…” Reaching over to the side table, Ashley procured a bright pink sleekly smooth vibrator. “This is a woman’s best friend! And perfect to use on your partner when you are lacking certain gentalia, or maybe if you’re a bit on the lower end of a ruler.”
“There are of course all sorts of toys, for both male and female use, but for today, we’ll stick to what we usually use!” Cara said cheerily.
With a click, Ashley turned on the vibrator, flashing a smoldering look towards the camera as her hand shook. A low buzz filled the room as one hand firmly pushed her partner down, slipping the pink phallus between Cara’s thighs. Kissing and nibbling at her neck, Ashley laid alongside her. The plastic length of hardness buzzed angrily as it was rubbed against pussy lips, before teasing the clit. Then, pushing the toy in, Ashley fed inch after considerable inch into her girlfriend’s hungry twat. It swallowed it all, the fucktoy disappearing until only the handle was visible. It seemed Cara’s whole body was vibrating, words falling her. Her motions cool and confident, Ashley pumped the toy in and out of her with rhythmic precision.
“The vibrator is pretty self-explanatory. Turn on and go! But it’s so much better when a partner is using it on you!” Ashley said, unable to halt the glee in her voice at the sight of Cara writhing. Pulling the toy out, it now too glistened and shone with arousal. She looked right into the camera and said, “A good sign.”
Placing the rounded tip to Cara’s clit, she worked it in small circles before pushing it back inside with some force. Fist twisting around it, she pumped harder than ever before.
“Shit! Oh fuck! That’s making me cum!” Ashley continued wielding the toy like a veteran spearman. “RIGHT THERE! FUCCKKK!!” The Brit screamed as her fists beat against the sheets, her tattooed figure contorting and twisting as she climaxed.
Pulling the toy out slowly, Ashley tossed it aside as Cara’s bleary eyes found the camera once more. “Great thing about women. Multiple orgasms. We can cum all day and night without stopping. And once you cum once, it’s usually easier the second time! Now scissoring is something you see a lot of in lesbo porno. And while it can feel good, it’s unlikely to make you cum. That is, unless of course you use this!” She held an enormous black double-sided dildo aloft, over a foot long, easily. “A head for each pussy. Fit these into your snatches, lock legs and get to grinding!”
Lifting one smooth leg high in the air, Cara pushed the fat jet black head into Ashley’s pulsating pink pussy. Feeding inch after inch into it, the entire time, Ashley’s leg wavered dangerously, threatening to collapse.
“Now my turn.” Inching forward, Cara fit the other end of the fake black cock into her twat. Scooting together, legs draping dramatically across one another, the last inch of the dildo vanished as the outer crowns of their labia’s squashed together.
“Now buck those hips!” Ashley said, as the pair started working together in tandem.
Both were showing off their fit bodies, watching abs and muscles ripple as they undulated, gyrated and ground up against one another. By now, sweat was beading both their brows, but neither seemed willing to be the first to break. Staring at each other, the pleasure intensified with every passing second if their grunts were any indication. The bed was shaking, the four posters rattling as the scissoring reached a fever pitch. In the end, it was a win for both of them, cumming at precisely the same time. Enormous goofy grins on both of their beautiful faces, the double-dicked dildo was pulled from sopping wet snatches, and thrown to the side with the others. It joined an ever-growing pile of carelessly discarded dildos by the side of the bed.
“Alright, the best for last. I’m gonna pummel Ashley’s pretty pink pussy here with a big ole strapon, an essential tool in any lesbian’s belt.”
It was a huge honking purple dildo, anatomically correct with a big set of balls to match. Cinching it around her waist, she faced the camera and fisting the fake cock, giving it shake for them.
“Now you can fuck her good and hard. And, unlike a real dick, never goes soft and never goes off early leaving you with nothing but a disappointed cum-filled snatch. We can go all night. And we do.” She winked at the camera. “To start off, just a bit of missionary.”
Cara laid on top of Ashley, the pair of them looking lovingly at one another. Lining up the dildo with her dribbling cunt it quickly sank it down to the base, stuffing Ashley full. Then with rolling snaps of her slender hips, she began to fuck her. Kissing resumed as Cara thrusted into Ashley, totally wrapped up in each other.
“Don’t just thrust, remember those other pleasure centers!” Ashley said, tearing her lips away for but a moment.
Cara was a little preoccupied, running her tongue along her collar bone as her hands roamed up and down Ashley’s body, squeezing and pinching in just the right places while she humped. When she was finished leaving a fresh trail of saliva along her lover’s sweaty form, she looked back at the camera.
“Missionary is well and good, but if you want something with a little more umph than doggy is always a good alternative.”
Pulling out, Ashley clambered onto all fours and assumed the position. Cara grinned, giving her girlfriends bubbly ass a hard smack. With one hand, she grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down to the sheets, so her ass was sticking even higher up in the air.
“You want this dick, Sprinkles?” Cara asked teasing, rubbing the purple-headed crown against her wetness. Ashley mumble an incomprehensible response into the sheets. “Correct answer.”
Thrusting in hard, Cara held onto either hip like they were handles and ploughed away like there was no tomorrow. The bed was shaking again. Rattling as Cara put all of her strength into pounding her girlfriend, with a dick the size of which few men could ever hope to match.
“The great thing about this strap-on, is it’s got a little nub that rubs up right against my clit. The harder I fuck Sprinkles-” She gave an exaggerated thrust to make her point. “The better it feels for me to. Kind of like a real dick, or so I’d guess.” Looking down at the beautiful quivering mass of woman, a sly grin split her features. “Alright. We promised squirting, so let’s make her squirt.”
Reaching down, she grabbed a fistful of dirty blonde hair and tugged upwards. Whole back arching, Ashley groaned as Cara fucked her harder than she had all evening. While one hand held a fistful of hair, the other disappeared between her thighs, seeking out the clitoris once more.
“Clitoral stimulation while fucking is key to squirting.” Cara said, raising her voice to be heard over Ashley’s hoarse screams. “Come on Sprinkles. Let’s give a good show for the folks at home.”
Without warning, Cara spun over. The model flopped onto her back, purple dick jutting hugely, almost comically, from her groin. On shaking legs, Ashley climbed on top of her, facing the camera with her back to Cara. Lining up the fake cock, she smacked it once or twice against those sloshy beef curtains before pushing inside, thrusting upwards, her entire ass coming off the mattress with the force of it.
“I do so enjoy being a power bottom!” Cara yelled, over Ashley’s renewed sapphic shrieking.
The shot was framed perfectly in front of the fucking couple, once more zooming in on Ashley’s pussy as it was perfectly penetrated by the purple dildo. Cara’s fingers reached around to the front, finding the clit for one final time, fingers a blur across the small peaking pink pleasure button. Barely able to string two words together, Ashley was so close to the orgasm that most women could only dream of in their wildest sexual fantasies. It was one she experienced on a regular basis. It was incredible, watching every inch of the far above average purple dick disappear fully from sight and remerge at high speeds.
“GAWD!” Ashley screamed out as Cara continued to pleasure her perfectly. “I’M CUMMING! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!”
“There it is.” Cara said, a heavy layer of smugness dripping over her words.
As all the signs of impending climax became more and more apparent, the camera moved in even closer for the money shot. The camerawoman may have regretted that, or not, as a moment later, a deluge of girlcum burst forth with more force than that of Old Faithful. The spasming vagina spat out the purple cock, followed by another excitable spray of fluids. Cara’s fingers strummed that clit, her momentum leading to one fountain of ladysquirt and then another. The camera lens was drenched in the sticky sweet arousal, as was presumably the camerawoman behind it. And when Ashley’s twat finally stopped spewing its joy all over the place, she promptly collapsed, falling off of Cara onto the bed below with a flop.
“Got a tiny orgasm in there myself.” Cara said with a thumbs up.
Crawling forward towards the camera, her tongue out wagging, she proceeded to lick the lens, leaving long circular streaks behind as she cleaned it up. Then she uncinched the fake dick from her hips, rings of creamy cunt butter clinging to it. “Mhm-mhm-mhm. I just can’t get enough of this stuff.” The dildo disappeared between her lips in a damn impressive display of deepthroating that would have a lot of men groaning in disbelief at her exclusive interest in girl-on-girl pursuits.
“That about does it for us today.” Cara said, dislodging the dildo from her throat and smacking her lips appreciatively.
“Uh-ha…” Ashley mumbled, still a jumbled leaking mess on the bed.
“This wraps up our first season of Sex-Ed For Dummies! We are so thankful and grateful for the support you’ve given the show over the last ten episodes! Next time, we have a special episode looking back on this first season, filled with bloopers, bonus footage and extra features! So, tune in and then we will be back for season two, better than ever before!”
“Pfff. Not if we’re not there.” Ashley said, cross-eyed and still trying to find the camera. “This has been Sex-Ed For Dummies! Thanks so much!”
“Do any ladies here want a more tongues-on demo? You know, maybe all at once?” Cara asked with one final wink towards the camera as the screen faded to black.
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Thank you!!! Love Cara & Ashely!
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Author's Note: Thanks to MaxwellLord for his help with this chapter!
Season One: Extras, Special Features & Bloopers
Featuring Alison Brie, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Camila Cabello, Christina Hendricks, Alexandra Daddario, Cara Delevingne, & Ashley Benson
Codes: MF, M+F, FF, Anal, Facial, Creampie, Exhibition, Oral, Toys
“Hello everyone.” The camera panned around to find Alison Brie sitting comfortably in a cushy armchair, illuminated by a bright spotlight. The rest of the stage was barren. “It has been one hell of a first season here at Sex-Ed For Dummies. You, the audience, have helped to make this little experiment bigger than we ever thought it possibly could be.”
Uncrossing her legs, she revealed, only for the slightest of moments, her utter lack of any sort of undergarments. “While we are hard at work on season two, we thought it might be fun to look back on some behind the scenes moments this first season. You know, extra segments that got cut or were deemed too far off topic and of course, a blooper reel! We keep the camera’s rolling long after we say cut here at Sex-Ed. That’s right instructors. We got it all.” She winked cheekily at the camera and then fanned herself in an imitation of mock embarrassment.
“More often than not, we are filming in front of audience and they always seems to have more questions after the lesson ends. And if we, the instructors, are feeling generous we may stick around afterwards to answer some of those questions. In this instance, it turned out a lot of the fans Taylor Swift invited to her lesson still had a lot of questions for her. Being a generous host, she decided to answer them each personally. Let’s take a look.”
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A gaggle of sweaty men, too many to count at first glance, were clustered in a circle. Smack dab in the middle of Taylor Swift’s tastefully decorated living room, the downright dirty act taking place stood out in stark contrast to the cozy surrounding. Shoving and jostling his way into the horny crowd, the cameraman struggled to get the blonde popstar in proper frame. Fighting his way to the very front of the wildly excited and aroused masses, he found her on her knees. Hordes of hard cocks, stiff wangs, pointed peckers and thick pricks surrounded her on all sides. Each was more eager for her attention than the last. It seemed only a few minutes had passed since the formal conclusion of the lesson, but she was barely recognizable. Cum had been splattered, spurted and blown across her delicate features, drenching and coating her so thoroughly that it was a wonder she could see, smell or taste anything but jizz.
All that spunk didn’t faze Taylor one bit. Her eagerness, excitement and enthusiasm were at the same level it had been at the very start of the lesson. Ever the consummate professional, she swallowed down dicks left, right and center while her hands jerked off two, three and sometimes four other ones simultaneously. Even her blowjob style swapped seamlessly. Without missing a beat, she transitioned from one to next. Sloppy deepthroating forming a frothy waterfall of cum down her chin to slow sensual precision sucking with tightly pressed lips to full-on all-out face-fucking, the testicles of the lucky fella clapping furiously against her bulging neck, to licking cock like it was the world’s most delectable lollipop. No matter what she did, none of the gathered guys had a complaint as evidenced when they blew their wads any and everywhere they could. Cocks of all shapes and sizes added their spunk to the sticky gooey canvas that was international pop superstar, Taylor Swift.
At first, the glaze of semen was limited to her face, head and upper part of her body, but the sheer number of individuals involved in this blowbang ensured that soon every part of her was covered. Her cum-stained and ruined clothes had been discarded, many men taking advantage of the silky-smooth surface of her flawless skin to explode all over her perky tits until they resembled snow blanketed mountains with stiff pink peaks. Cum, whether from stray shots or downward dribbling, drizzled onto her smooth legs or smeared against her shins as she worked her way across the utterly ruined cum-soaked carpet.
There wasn’t much time for words. The multitude of men would groan, grunt, praise the god that placed them here in this moment or curse in disbelief at the feeling and skill of the mouth gracing their dicks. For her part, Taylor’s mouth was too preoccupied with making every guy in the room thoroughly and utterly empty his balls to be distracted with things like dirty talk or encouragement. When her mouth did get a moment’s rest, she used it to suck down a huge gulp of air. Then she would smile, grin and dive back into the sea of throbbing dicks.
From his ever-shifting position, the cameraman managed to catch it all. Every gulp, gurgle, gag, slurp, suck, lick, lap and kiss of every blowjob. His reward? A blowjob for himself. And an extra special one for the audience, as they viewed it all from an up close POV style. The funny thing was, he didn’t even have his cock out. Taylor, blinded by the ungodly amount of splooge in her eyes had simply yanked down his pants and sucked his hard knob down to the base. And he, like the rest, he didn’t last long before adding to his own special sauce to cocktail of spunk adorning her body.
On and on the blowbang went, man after man stumbling backwards once he was drained. New cocks rose to replace the old ones. Blindly turning from left to right, and with the occasional firm grip of a bold man, she drained them all. If you were watching closely, it looked like one or two or a dozen snuck back into the mix for another round, but nobody was counting. Especially not Taylor.
Finally, she was down to three. The final three. Opening her sore and tired jaw, she impaled her throat on each one in succession, performing a vanishing act each and every time. These men too fell to her undeniably superior oral skills. One granted her a ballsdeep throatpie. Another shot his sperm right atop her waggling tongue, adding already to the murky white pool from which the writhing pink mouth organ wriggled. The final dick took this opportunity to spray several more ropes across her face. Blindly searching around for more, Taylor didn’t find any, much to her surprise. Gargling with the cum in her mouth, she gave a big audible gulp before blowing a few cum bubbles for good measure. Then, when wiping the spunk from her glued-shut eyes with her jizz-ladened fingers proved ineffective, she simply gave up trying to find the camera. Doing his job, he lined up the shot and she swayed slightly as she gave two thumbs up and let loose a girlish giggle, the screen gradually faded to black.
***
“Wow! I bet all you pervs would have loved an invite to that!” Alison said, laughing heartily and leaning back in her chair. The setup was identical to before, expect now she was missing her blouse, looking comfortable as ever in a lacy black bra. “Sometimes you’d be surprised that not all of our male costars are so excited to be teaching a lesson of Sex-Ed For Dummies. Sometimes they might even get a little stage fright. Still, that’s not gonna stop us.” She pointed a thumb at herself and nodded knowingly. “Selena Gomez had this exact issue, but she had no problem working around it. Let’s check it out.”
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Staring straight up into the camera lens with her big brown eyes blinking innocently, Selena Gomez had her lips puckered in a kiss against his groin, her nose squashed against his shaven smooth pubic area. The sunlight was blindingly bright, the crashing roar of the ocean somewhere nearby offscreen. Pulling her lips back with a wet slobbery slurp, the viewer expected a rockhard cock, thicker than a pipe, a spiderweb of veins encircling the meaty shaft. Instead, they were treated to the sight of a rubbery flaccid penis limply flapping in the strong breeze. Emerging from between her ludicrously luscious lips, pink, plump and shiny in the crystal-clear California day she looked at it with confusion. Pulling it up slightly, she darted beneath it, jerking with fast solid strokes. Those full lips attached to a testicle, suckling on it with a loud *POP*, audible even over the wind. The dick didn’t even so much as twitch in her soft hand.
“Ok. What the actual fuck?” She asked, shaking the limp dick lamely. “How can we do the lesson if you can’t even get hard?”
“Sorry. Sorry. Just give me a minute. There’s just a lot of people around. More than I thought. Someone could walk up on us any minute”
They were on a nature path, on a scenic overlook. One side, the Pacific Coast Highway, the other side the beautiful Pacific Ocean. Down the cliffside, people milled about on the beach, but it was unlikely they could see Selena squatted before this handsome specimen of a man.
“Duh dude. That’s the point! I want them to see me! I’m wetter than Niagara Falls right now. These panties are ruined.” She looked around her, up and down the path. “Look! Over there! There’s a guy beating off in the bushes right now, watching me suck your softie. I bet he’d kill to be in your position. To have Selena Gomez sucking on his ding-dong.” She raised her voice and over to the poorly concealed jogger in the bushes. “Yea! I see you pal!” She flashed a cheeky wink and a smirk in his direction.
The guy blushed, but didn’t stop. Turning to the gathered crew, she shrugged and said, “I can’t work like this. This guy can’t even get it up for me. I don’t know how we are going to do this.”
The producer was scrambling, professing apologies to anyone who would listen and scrolling through his phone to see who he could bring in at the last minute. Selena’s eyes roamed over the few crew members on this shoot. Her eyes settled on a well-built young black man. He had a notebook out; a pencil tucked behind his ear and was flicking through notes he had clearly been taking.
“How about you? What’s your deal? You’re cute!” She asked pointing towards him, still dutifully stroking the stubbornly flaccid cock with her other hand.
The man looked up. “Me?” He asked looking behind him as though she was talking to someone else.
“Yea you. Got a big dick?” She asked, lovingly fondling the balls of the man she was still squatting in front of. The other man shrugged half-heartedly, then nodded. “Can you get nice and hard for me? In front of a big crowd?”
There was a pause, then he said, “Fuck yea I can.”
“Ms. Gomez, he’s not actually a Sex-Ed employee, he’s a graduate student from UCLA here on…” The producer mumbled into incoherency as Selena stood up and ditched her scene partner to march over to this newcomer.
Brushing passed the producer without a second thought, she groped the crotch of this self-proclaimed well-endowed man. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed as she felt a simply enormous package swell to life within.
“Feels like a big one alright! That’ll do quite nicely…” Looking around to the crew, she said, “You know what? Me and this fella are gonna go for a ride. I’ll handle the rest of the filming from here.” She held up her personal phone, pulling it from her own pocket. “Don’t wait up boys.” Winking playfully, she led the man off by the crotch towards the sportscar parked nearby.
***
“And as you know, that lesson turned out great! Dodged a real bullet there. I don’t know about you, but I was at home friggin’ myself silly watching it!” Alison shivered at the memory of it.
Fully naked now, her breasts jiggled hypnotically with the slightest heave of her ample alabaster chest. Still relaxing in the chair, she continued to speak. “Every actor lies on their resume, but in this case that guy didn’t have the skills to back it up! Still, I mean come on? A chance with Selena Gomez? Who could blame him?”
She sighed dramatically. “Sometimes it’s not the male costars with issues. Yes, even us instructors, that masters of sex that we are can struggle with a particular act. Let’s take a look at this clip from Camila Cabello as she prepares for anal sex the very first time.”
***
A shaky handheld phone was fixed on the Cuban cutie, Camila Cabello. In a luxurious hotel room, she was bent over the side of the bed, her oversized posterior thrust out in an exaggerated and eye-catching position. In one hand, she clutched a hot pink buttplug, of some substantial size. Her other hand was between her legs, slowly teasing her clit in small concentric circles. Next to her on the bed, a wand buzzed away angrily at its current disuse.
“Mierda! It just won’t go in! Es demasiado grande!”
Offscreen, there was a fair bit of muttering. The camera quickly panned over to the other five people in the room, all huddle together whispering feverishly. The producer, the cameraman, the fluffer and two PA’s. Their frantic whispers could easily heard be heard in the awkward silence and continued buzzing of the sextoy.
“More lube?”
“It’s already dripping in it. You could ice-skate on gravel with that brand.”
“Maybe a bit more fucking? Or a different toy? Really get her out of her mind horny?”
“She’s already came three times. One from this guy over here.” The fluffer gave a goofy grin and a thumbs up. “And two more from the wand. How much more aroused can she be?”
“If she can’t fit that teensy tiny toy in her butt, how is she going to fit the cock? Have you seen Hector? He’s hung like a fucking horse!”
Watching them with a thoughtful look, Camila’s expression turned from distressed to determined. Gesturing for the phone wielder to come over to her, she said, “You gotta help me out. I’m gonna spread my cheeks as far as I can and you push it in. Got it?”
The camera shook up and down as the holder nodded, accepting the bejeweled pink buttplug. It nearly popped out of his hand, so slippery was it with lube. Camila’s butthole seemed equally slick and shiny, which quickly became even more apparent as both her tiny hands grabbed a massive caramel colored cheek and pulled. All the addition lights pointed at her wrinkled balloon knot, made it gleam like buried treasured. A bullseye between the valley of the almost unbelievably round jiggling cheek. It was a mesmerizing sight. That was painfully apparent as the cameraman just stared at the backdoor entrance and did nothing.
“Oi. Chico. Don’t just stare. Put it in!”
Shaking his head and camera alike, he gripped the jeweled end of the thick toy and pressed it against her rusty starfish. At first nothing happened. Her tightly cinched anal ring prevented even the smallest fraction of the toy from entering her bunghole. Taking a deep breath with puckered lips and pulling her cheeks even wider, she encouraged him to keep going. Pressing harder, he watched in awe as her sphincter began to stretch, accepting the first bit of the toy.
“Maldita mierda.” Camila hissed, but continued her labored breathing as her anal ring stretched, stretched and stretched growing wider with each passing second.
“It’s working!” The camera operator said gleefully.
He continued pushing with some resistance. Then as if a switched flipped, something gave and the toy was sucked right out of his hand. The toy waggled for a moment before settling squarely in its new home.
“Yes!” She yelled, turning her head around to get a look at it. “Fuck. That’s full!”
The group looked out over at Camila’s loud exclamation and her heaving, sweaty form. The bejeweled end of the buttplug glinted, shiny and bright, just like actual treasure.
“Ms. Cabello! That’s fantastic! Only, it’s just that…
“What?” She asked as she flipped her mass of raven locks over her head and looked at them.
They all looked to the producer, who nervously cleared his throat and said, “It’s just that we need a shot of you putting it in…solo…”
“Of course, you do…” She said sighing and shaking her head. “Ah well. Should go in easier now. Right?” She looked around at each of them in turn as they all avoided her eye. “…right?”
***
Cutting back to Alison, she was laughing once more. “Oh, I remember my first time up the butt. In college. Drunk. No prep. Nearly shit the bed. Couldn’t walk the next day. What a wonderful night that was…but that’s a story for another time.”
A hunky ripped stud of a man now knelt before her. Her smooth pale legs were spread wide, one draped over each arm of the chair. Licking at her sodden gash, she had a firm one-handed grip on his chestnut tousled hair as he dutifully munched away, eating like a king at a feast.
“Mhmm. That’s it. Keep going. Good boy.” She murmured, her big blue eyes flicking downwards to him then quickly back up to the camera. “Oh, him? Don’t worry about him. This is the only way I agreed to do this segment. Now, where was I?” She paused looking thoughtful. “Problems. Right. It’s not all problems behind the scenes here at Sex-Ed For Dummies. Most of the time its sunshine and rainbows! We have a lot of good times. Some might say too many good times. Onscreen. Offscreen…a lot offscreen if I’m being totally honest. Christina Hendricks and Alexandra Daddario will show you what I mean.”
***
“YES! YES! FUCK! JUST LIKE THAT!”
The sounds of a woman amidst the throes of intense and vigorous passion sounded easily through the thin wood of the dressing room door.
“Should we really interrupt?” The cameraman asked.
The producer, standing across from him, shrugged half-heartedly and then nodded. He cleared his throat loudly and rapped his knuckles upon the door.
“Ms. Hendricks? Is everything alright in there? Is there anything we can help you with?”
There was an angry curse from within, then a pause in the rhythmic thumping. Some rustling, then footsteps and a moment later a naked, red-faced and sweaty Christina Hendricks opened her dressing room door. There wasn’t a scrap of clothing to be found on her. Unable to resist their lure, the cameraman automatically panned downwards. He had to take a step backwards to fit her enormous titties in the frame, hanging off her exposed chest as they were in all their glorious huge glory. The buxom saucy redhead cocked her full-bodied hips to the side, an intensely annoyed look crossing her face.
“What is it? I’m in the middle of something.”
It was very clear to whom she was in the middle of, as Doug, one of her male costars was sitting on the couch, slowly jerking his dick while he stared at her ass.
“It’s just, we’re finished with post and are wrapping for the day. Is there anything else you need from us or that we can provide you with?” The producer asked, utterly failing in his efforts to stare at her rack inside of her brilliantly blue eyes.
Stepping forward out of the doorway, her breasts actually bumped the camera as she said, “No. You’ve provided me with more than enough.” She threw a look over at Doug. “I’m all set. Turn off the lights. Burn the building down for all I care. Just don’t disturb me again.” Then as though she felt she’d been too harsh, added sweetly, “Please.”
Closing the door with a quick snap, there was a moment of shuffling then the grunting and moaning returned, the sound of sweaty flesh smacking against sweaty flesh all too apparent. Adjusting his trousers slightly, the producer headed down the hallway, where he paused at the door to Alexandra’s dressing room. Similar sounds could be heard. Shrugging once more, he knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the grunting grew louder. He knocked again, louder this time.
Alexandra shouted from inside, “I’m coming!”
Placing his hands behind his back, the producer tapped his foot in tandem with the sounds of sweaty humping that continued uninterrupted. A full minute passed before he knocked again.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!” She yelled through the door just as the echoing knock sounded.
The door still didn’t open, but they heard an enormous male groan and a woman’s scream of the highest octave. Just as he was about to turn and leave down the hallway, the door opened and sweat-soaked and flushed Alexandra Daddario opened the door, just as naked as Christina Hendricks had been. The camera did the same, almost comical, tilt downwards to get a good long look at her fantastically large funbags. Her equally large areolas were stiff and pointed with arousal.
“Yes? Can I help you?” She asked in a dazed and satisfied tone.
“Is everything alright? I knocked several times.” The producer asked, eyeing the near catatonic other male costar on her couch, his dick gradually shrinking as his eyes closed.
“So sorry, I didn’t hear you knocking at all!” She said brightly, her brilliantly blue eyes regaining some of their clarity once more.
“You said you were coming.” The producer mumbled, even as he looked downwards to see a river of cum trickling down her pasty white thighs.
“No. I said I was cumming. From this guy’s big dick here.” She gestured with her thumb behind her. “You must have misheard me!”
There was a pause and then everyone started laughing raucously.
***
“See what I mean?” Alison said, now on all fours getting ploughed from behind with vigorous intent by the man from before.
The chair was gone, replaced by a luxuriously comfortable looking bed. Alison stared into the camera, even as the force of his thrusts made her entire body ripple.
“Christina had fun. Alex had fun. I did too after my lesson. Hell, I’m having fun right now!” She winked as her breasts rocked back and forth hanging freely and swinging beneath her. “Still, sometimes sex in your dressing room isn’t the most comfortable. It’s far better at home. See here with Cara Delevingne and Ashley Benson.”
Alison broke her intense eye contact with camera to turn around and yell at the guy ramming her. “Come on man! Harder! Really give it to me!”
***
The forbidden door squeaked open once more as the camera peeked inside, wanting to get one last look at the most elaborate and expensive sex dungeon the viewers had ever seen. However, instead of finding it empty, they instead found both instructors. How had they gotten downstairs so fast? Nobody knew.
Decked head to toe in leather that hugged her body so tightly it was like a second skin, Cara Delevingne surveyed the pleasant scene laid out before her. She tapped the riding crop into her palm with a satisfactory *SMACK* and clicked her tongue. Her girlfriend, Ashley Benson, was chained up to a sex bench, her juicy ass on display, ripe for the picking. Some sort of buzzing device was attached to her clit, both nipples were clamped and her arms and legs were tightly bound. A massive onyx colored cock hung off Cara’s groin as she surveyed her girlfriend with an evil looking grin. The camerawoman stepped on a loose dildo and it made a squeak. Jerking her head up, Cara leveled the riding crop, ready to lash out.
“Bloody hell. You scared the shite out of me. We have got to get that damned door fixed. Are you lot still here? I thought you all packed up and left.” There was a pause and a sly grin spread over her gorgeous features. “Since you’re here. Lemme show you a magic trick.” The general consensus was resounding yes. “I’m gonna make this foot-long dildo disappear.”
Ashley was blindfolded, bound, gagged, so when Cara pushed the tip of her lube-soaked strapon against her lube-soaked asshole, she could only give a muffled moan of approval. Winking at the camera, Cara lightly tapped each juicy cheek with the tip of her crop and slowly slid every inch of the fake cock into her lover’s butthole. She didn’t stop until the accompanying fake balls were flush with her taint.
“See? Disappeared.” Cara considered something, giving a hard smack with the crop against Ashley’s trembling buttcheeks. “I suppose you can stay for one orgasm. But that’s it.”
Adopting a wide power stance and beginning to buck her hips, Cara was thrusting away in no time at all. Dropping the crop, she picked up a control device, cranking up the nozzle to maximum. The thing attached to Ashley’s clit buzzed loudly to life. Now banging like a madman, she cackled like one. Ashley’s muffled cries of pleasure grew loud, even through the ball gag. Spit formed and dripped down her chin as pleasure forced its way from her vocal chords. In what seemed no time at all, Ashley jerked and spasmed as much as her bound body could, and shamelessly squirted everywhere with the force of a firehose. It blasted out all down her thighs, across the bench and dripped onto the floor.
“That was really quick.” Cara said. “Hmm. I’m in a generous mood. I had a lot of fun filming today. How would some of you ladies like a turn? We could get quite the train going on Sprinkles here.”
There was the silence of disbelief before the assembled exclamations of confirmations.
“Great! Grab a strap-on and form a line! We’ve got plenty to go around! The bigger the better!”
The all-female crew hurried forward to the wall of sex toys to make their selection as the camera was abruptly dropped to the ground and shut off with a worrying click.
***
“Not sure what’s better. To be on the receiving or giving end of that train.” Alison said, kneeling on the floor next to the bed, an enormous bulging throbbing cock a mere inch from her gorgeous face. It was being stroked like there was no tomorrow.
“That’s the bonus footage we’ve got for you. We hope you enjoyed this behind the scenes look at season one of Sex-Ed For Dummies! We’ll be back, bigger, better and kinkier than ever before with season two. Trust me, you won’t want to miss it. Anything else?” She looked around quizzical, even as a drop of precum dripped down from the pulsating member.
A moment later, the guy gave an enormous grunt, dick twitching violently before unloading a torrent of spray across Alison’s face. Closing her eyes, ropes upon ropes of sticky white splooge splattered upon her facial features, like thrown paint hitting a canvas. Once she was fully drenched and the guy stepped backwards, she placed one finger to her chin and said, “I remember now. Roll the blooper reel!”
***
A quick montage of images flashed across the screen, a cheery jingle playing loudly over any audio that could be heard as the footage rolled on by. Quick flashes from the lessons played, cutting from one thing to another in the blink of an eye.
Alison Brie, profanities too much even for Sex-Ed falling from her lips as her scene partner apologized profusely at the accidental anal intrusion he’d just committed. Elizabeth Olsen was eating out Aubrey Plaza who held her down between her thighs by the hairs on her head, a moment later squirting out like a geyser drenching Lizzie’s screaming face as she was blasted with cooter juice and hysterically laughing the entire time. Camilla Cabello and Bryce Dallas Howard had their asses up, bent over as they twerked their respective backsides for the cheering crowd, each doing their best to outdo the other, a look of playful competitiveness in both of their hanging heads as they stared out between their legs. The audience looked like the real winners here. Ashley Benson threw dildo after dildo aside, searching for precisely the right one as she rummaged around in her nightstand.
Instructors danced for the camera, tuneless jigs as the footage rolled, no clothing to be found anywhere. Just harmlessly fun, in-between scenes or waiting to adjust lighting. Tits of all shapes and sizes, from A to F, jiggled, bounced and swayed as the various instructors shook them and their moneymakers for anyone who wanted to watch.
Taylor Swift stood in front of the line of men, wiggling her hips. Looking over to the camera, she saw it fixed on her and she popped her tongue into one cheek and mimed sucking off a dick with her hand before flashing a wink and laughing. Alicia Vikander attempted to complete her gymnasts split with a dick lodged in her twat, but it popped out. Another take and it popped out again. But the third time was the charm as she gave two big thumbs up for the camera as she settled into it. Selena Gomez cursed right as cum was blasted into her open eye and she nearly dropped her filming phone as she searched for something to wash it out with, all while cloistered in the dressing room of a store. Ana de Armas kept apologizing as she couldn’t stop from violently cumming each time the second dick was fit into either one of her holes. Olivia Holt was sliding her cooter along the big black cock she was just supposed to be jerking off, and when she saw the camera watching her, just shrugged and started riding harder. And as the music swelled, reaching a crescendo, the screen faded to black and the logo appeared one final time:
SEX-ED FOR DUMMIES – Season One
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If only all bloopers and deleted scenes could be so...enlightening. And so many more lessons to teach can only mean an upswing in advanced education.
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Great story. I like the title, as an extras to a DVD. Love Camila talking in dirty Spanish, that was awesome.