It was true, I was in-between jobs. I had been unemployed for months. I was having trouble landing even a Joe Job. And my unemployment insurance was running out. Like Jay, I was trained for one thing—as a photographer—but could only find work doing other things. (My last stint was as a clerk in a photocopy shop. And that didn’t go well. I could probably do with a new line of work altogether.)
“No, Jules,” I corrected her, crawling toward my bag. “Not why me, but why do you guys want to tape yourselves?”
“Oh,” she said dismissively, “this is something we always talked about doing, since before we were married. But we never felt the urge until now.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling inside my bag for my purse.
“So you’ll do it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Oh, come on, Rox. It’ll be fun.”
“Fun for you, maybe. We’ve known each other a long time, Jules, shared a lot of things. But videotaping you and Jay doing the nasty? Just hearing you two in the next room when we were roommates used to make me run for cover.”
“Look, Rox, we’re deeper than sisters. I’m just asking a favor. But Jay and I really can’t do this without you. We could set up a tripod, point the camera. But the final product would probably come out like those sad-looking, poorly edited, dimly lit wedding videos people force you to watch when you visit their house and they’ve run out of things to say.”
“You want a hand-held look?”
“Preferably. But not exclusively. I imagine some positions will be more difficult to tape than others. That’ll be up to you.”
“I haven’t said yes, Jules.” My hand stopped rummaging through my bag. I found my purse, opened it. I was down to my last twenty. The rent and electricity were paid, but I had no real food in the apartment. I debated how much more thin soup and weak tea I could stomach again this month.
“You haven’t said yes, yet. But you want to—you’re about to. I can tell. You know I can tell. Oh, look, Rox, just do it. For me? You can stop the camera anytime the action gets too hot for you.”
“And Jay’s a hundred percent all right with this?”
“Sure.”
“And you’re absolutely positive you’re okay with this?”
“Rox, would I be talking to you about it if I wasn’t? You know I don’t plan any trip without the intention of taking it.”
“When?” I said, replacing my purse, zipping the bag closed.
“Can you come over this afternoon? Jay’s off today.”
“How about one?” I said, eyeing my tripod by the bedroom door.
I checked myself in the elevator’s mirrors, straightening my beret and matching plaid vest. I shook out my blouse and smoothed my jeans. I noticed, feeling both anxious and proud, that my slim ass stuck out just a little, provocatively. Underneath my clothing, my bra and panties were sheer.
I stopped in mid-modeling. What the hell was I doing?
I wanted to look more than professional for the job—smart, sexy, like some hotshot independent filmmaker. Cool. In control. But all for what? The making of an amateur sex video that no one would see, starring my two best friends? A quick hundred bucks?
The elevator reached the sixth floor. I walked down the corridor to apartment 9A. As soon as Jules opened the door, I had second thoughts. Except for saying, “So here she is—my friend, the pornographer,” she greeted me as she always did: with a bright smile, a tight squeeze, a warm, lipsticked kiss on either cheek. And she was dressed in sweats that accentuated her rolling behind and swaying tits. As usual, she wore no underclothes when at home. But the normalcy of all this unnerved me.
“Where’s Jay?” I said, searching the room with my eyes. I didn’t want to move.
“In the bedroom.” Jules was smiling from ear to ear as if she couldn’t contain her excitement. “Shall we?”
“Jules,” I said, taking a step backward, my back right against the door. “I still don’t—”
“Uh-uh, girlfriend,” she said, shushing me. “If you’ve come this far, you can go all the way. I know you can. Now, no back talk. Did you bring the tripod?”
I nodded miserably.
“And whatever else?”
She looked me up and down, considering my bags. Again, I nodded.
“Good,” she said. “I don’t know if we’ll need the tripod…but the sooner we get started, the sooner we’ll know.”
Jules took me by the arm and led me into the bedroom.
Jay was sitting on the bed, naked, reading a dog-eared copy of Errol Flynn’s autobiography, My Wicked, Wicked Ways, with his right hand. His left hand lay restlessly in his lap, twirling and twirling his semi-erect cock.
“Hey, Rox,” he said, looking up, resting the book on the night table, then playing with his cock and balls with both hands. “It’s good to see you. I’m glad you agreed to do this for us. I don’t know who we would have gotten otherwise. It’s kind of like a fantasy come true.”
I knew from hours of girl talk with Jules that Jay’s cock was eight inches long and nearly as thick. And, from the looks of things, he already had worked it up to three-quarters its size. Yet Jay didn’t stop twirling and twirling it, even when his hands became sticky with pre-cum and looked as swollen as his cock.
“Oh, baby,” Jules said, staring at him and licking her lips. “You’re juicing all over the place.”
“Just trying to stay hard.”
“But what am I here for?” Jules countered with that girlish giggle of hers. She pulled off her top and dropped her pants in what seemed like one motion.
Jules jumped onto the bed. Her ass, tits, and belly shook as she bounced over to him.
She immediately took his cock in hand.
“Okay, girl, how do you want us first?”
“This was your idea, Jules,” I said, turning away, pulling out my camera. “You tell me.” I quickly put the lens to my eye, focused. But my other eye wandered to her hand, skillfully pumping Jay’s cock. I wondered if that was how I looked with a lover: hungry, greedy, even before we had begun to taste each other.
“How about some kissing and sucking before we get to the fucking?”
“I’d like that,” Jay said.
“It’s your tape, guys. Whatever you want.” I stood in front of them at the foot of the bed, off to one side.
“You really mean that?” Jules said, kissing Jay deeply, then turning to give me a cattish grin.
She then wasted no time.
Jules got down on Jay, licking his chin, chest, and nipples until he practically shone with spit. I nearly dropped the camera when she deep-throated his cock in one gulp and sucked on it hard, pulling it out of her mouth repeatedly with a popping sound. “Fuck my boobs,” Jules purred. She rolled onto her back, offering them to him like overripe melons. Jay growled back. I hurried around the bed to get a better shot, not too sure if I should ask them to face me. I had always known Jules was rough in the sack, and I could well imagine—to be honest, had on many occasions imagined—how aggressive Jay might be. But they were like animals.
Jay held Jules’ tits in his hands. Kneaded them. Squeezed them. Wrapped them around his cock, then rubbed himself in-between so his pre-cum started to go creamy there. I never realized how long his fingers were; his hands were like mitts. Then he jerked himself between Jules’ tits, poking through her flesh to her pouty lips. She teased him with her tongue. “You getting all this,” he said to me, I assumed, but also to Jules. I nodded and said, “Uh-huh,” whipping off my beret and wiping the sweat from my forehead. Then Jay gripped her trembling tits and pulled them to him. He sucked them hard, pinched the fat nipples with the tips of his fingers, gnawed them with his teeth. I glanced from his face to Jules, who was letting out little sighs of pleasure.
“Now eat my pussy,” she commanded. “Show Rox how good you are at eating pussy.”
“Will you suck my cock the way you should?” he asked with a menace that made me go weak.
As they grop
ed into a sixty-nine, I shucked my vest and tried to decide which perspective to shoot from—his or hers. Since I had already taken her sucking him, I got behind Jay and zoomed in on Jules’ smothering ass. If I had any inhibitions, they weren’t giving me time to think about them. I taped intently, trembling as Jay first wrapped his tongue then his lips around Jules’ clit, causing her to squirm and beg even as his cock bobbed in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, God—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop. Eat my pussy clean, boy!”
Jay steadied Jules by holding on to her chunky ass-cheeks. He spread them apart to bury his tongue deep inside her, and she humped away on his face, screaming and cursing. I was so close, I could smell them both, a powerfully intoxicating mixture of sweat and cum and pussy juice. I pulled back, catching myself. My underarms and upper lip were drenched, and that wasn’t all. I held the camera on Jules and Jay as they untangled themselves.
They sat side by side on the bed, stroking each other, staring at me. “Rox, girl,” Jules said, still breathing hard, “come over here.”
“What?” I said, lowering the camera. But my breath must have sounded as labored as hers. “Why?”
“I’ll tell you why when you get over here,” she said, giggling. “Now put the camera on the tripod and come.”
I did as I was told. I didn’t know what else to do.
Jules patted the space on the bed beside her. She smiled slowly. She wiped the sweat from my forehead with both her hands and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. She felt up my tits and tweaked the nipples, which were bulging. But I didn’t stop her. I felt so weak and scared and shy, as if I had gone too far, done something very wrong and deserved to be punished. Jay looked on, also smiling, stroking his thick cock like before.
“Were we turning you on, Rox?”
“Jules, I…”
“Hey, no need to apologize,” she said, unbuttoning my blouse. “That’s okay. Do you think we invited you into our bedroom just to take pictures of us fucking? If you do, girl, you most definitely have another thing coming. I know you’ve thought about what Jay would be like between your legs. Oh, don’t bother to deny it. You haven’t been able to take your eyes off his cock since you stepped in here—not that I blame you. It must be a thrill for you to see it after all the stories I’ve told you about what it can do. And, as you said, we have shared practically everything—even the odd hot shower and sweet caress when we were roomies.”
I reddened when she said this. It was supposed to be our secret; I had asked her not to tell even Jay. I should have known better. I was just curious about being with a woman, and Rox offered to show me.
“And Jay and I have thought a lot about you of late,” she continued. “About these big boobs of yours.” She unhooked my bra, and they came spilling out. “Forty-two-D if I remember correctly. About the same as mine. Do you still shave your pussy?” She kissed me again before I could answer. This time, I tried to pull back but not hard enough. She held me tight, and I gave in.
“Let’s see. Come on. We’ve shown you ours. It’s time you showed us yours.”
She stood up and pulled me to my feet, her hands caressing my tits. As she lowered her lips to my swollen right nipple, she began to unbutton my jeans.
“Jules,” I pleaded and protested in the same breath. “I…I…I don’t know…about this….”
She gripped as much of my tits as she could until the nipples were bursting. She gave each just one lick, and I moaned for mercy and for more.
“Of course, you don’t,” she said, finally answering me. “But you will.”
Just then, Jay came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my neck. He kissed me there in a spot only Jules could have told him about. I shuddered. His cock pressed against the full length of my bare ass. Jules had dropped my pants around my ankles, and she already had my panties halfway down my legs.
“Just as I thought—bald as Brynner!”
Instinctively, I backed up, feeling Jay’s hot hardness ease between my cheeks, lathering my crack with his generous pre-cum.
Jay held up my head with the tips of his fingers. Jules rose and whispered against my cheek. “Jay and I have wanted you for so long. It was only a question of time. You’ve always been so dear to us. We love you, Rox.” She moved to lick the same spot on my neck Jay had been nibbling.
My knees buckled. Jules held me steady. She guided me back to the bed. I kicked off my pants and panties, along with the last of my inhibitions, as she lay me down. Jay was now behind the camera.
“All set, baby?” Jules purred, glancing up in his direction.
Jay growled in response. He left the camera on the tripod.
Jules lay beside me, stroking my cheek. Then she held up one of her floppy tits and shoved it into my mouth.
“Oh, my,” she breathed. I had practically inhaled her. I was hungry for her, greedy.
After repositioning the camera, Jay knelt before me, one hand on my left ankle, the other hand on his cock. I spread my legs, sucked in more of Jules’ flesh. I could hear her fingers sloshing in and out of her pussy as she rubbed herself to a climax. Jay buried his cock inside me as Jules fell away, thrashing about the way she did when she was riding the waves of multiple orgasms.
“Fuck me,” I said, bucking hard against him. “More—gimme more of that cock!”
Jay pushed into me slowly, pulled out halfway, pushed in a little deeper. He had me clawing the bed, gnawing at the sheets. I shoved my body so high against him I was nearly riding him in mid-air. But I could tell he was about to break. He throbbed inside me, and his balls slapped hot and heavy against my ass.
I was so mad with lust for Jay, at finally having him, I forgot about Jules. She had rushed to their walk-in closet, only to saunter out harnessed with what looked like a ten-inch dong.
“Did someone say, ‘more cock’?”
Jules lay down facing me, the dildo resting across the length of her left thigh. She held it up, and Jay spread my legs again, this time for her. Jules rubbed the huge head of the tool against my ready-to-pop clit. The tip was already slick. Instinctively, I remembered the feel of her juices mixed with mine.
I whimpered. “Where did you get that monster? It looks like the real thing.”
She pressed a little bit between my lips, easily splitting me open.
“Good,” she purred, sliding into me. “Because I intend to use it like the real thing.”
Suddenly, I felt Jay knocking against my backdoor. I was so slippery from crack to crack that my ass gave no resistance. I had always dreamed of doubling my pleasure—something else only Jules would have known—but I didn’t know if I could take it.
“What are you going to do with me?” I moaned, a bit fearful.
“What do you think, girl?” Jay said, inching up my ass, touching something hot and tingly inside my tail.
Jules kept filling me with endless cock. “What comes naturally,” she said, now giggling uncontrollably.
I could feel both their tongues on my neck and, caught between them—wet, fluid, and getting wetter—our bodies merged: Jules’ into mine, mine into Jay’s. “We love you, Rox,” they whispered, over and over again, in my ears. And, screaming my heart out, I loved them, too.
Jay turned off the camera then came back to bed. I was cuddling up to Jules, and he cuddled up to me.
“You think it came out?” Jules said.
“It better have,” Jay said.
“Hey, it’s not like I don’t have more tape,” I said.
Jules and Jay stopped talking. They looked at each other then down at me. They started to laugh.
“Rox, you missed your calling,” Jules said.
“And what’s that? Getting it on with my best friends?”
“No, silly.” She brushed my lips with a kiss. Jay gave me a squeeze. “This. Us. What we did. Taping people getting it on. There’s money in that, you know. You could start with friends.”
“Yeah. Sure, Jules.”
She looked ove
r me at Jay again.
“Jay, would you tell this girl I’m serious.”
“She’s serious, Rox. As a hard-on.”
“I can see it now, your name in neon lights, on a sign off Main Street. Intimate Videos Done Here. Satisfaction Guaranteed. Clean. Efficient. Discreet.” Jules raised her head, raised it up high. “Roxanne Richards—The Pornographer.”
“You really think so?” I said.
“You have to ask?” Jay said. “Take a look at us.”
We all laughed, me the loudest.
I rubbed my chin, going “Hmm. Hmmm.” It was expected of me, and I never felt more obliging. But I thought about it a little more, then I started to think about it a lot more. Until I found myself—lying naked in bed between my best friend and her husband, a video camera pointed at us, deeply satisfied—I found myself contemplating this whole new line of work.
Josey’s Puddy Cat
Jonathan Luckett
My name is Josey and today is my birthday! I’m sitting in this chic new bar on Wisconsin Avenue, three blocks from the Georgetown Mall, with my man of nine months, Damon, and six of my closest homegirls from way back. We are just kicking it, listening to the musical vibe, sipping on these tight sour apple martinis that this cute bartender made extra strong for us, ’cause it’s my special day!
Damon just finished toasting me, grinning my way as he raised his glass to those luscious brown lips of his. I replace my glass on the smooth bar surface after taking a swallow and excuse myself for a moment. Damon, with those sensuous eyes sparkling, leans in softly to ask me if I am ready for my surprise.
“Josey,” he says, stroking my back in a sensuous kind of way, “my baby’s puddy cat ready for some action?”
I feel my face flush and my back tingle with excitement as I nod. Damon and I have been talking about my present for over a month now—he promised that this would be a birthday that I’d never forget. One of the things I love about Damon is that we have the kind of relationship where we can talk about our fantasies without jealousy or uneasiness. And we have spoken at length about what we both desire, sharing delicious visions that float around the ether as we lie in bed after a sweaty session of lovemaking. My thong is moistening with anticipation of things to come. Damon, I know, will not let me down tonight….