Carole Wilson - Video Games

He went over to the camera and took a few frames of his wife's lewd position. While he was shooting, his other hand dropped almost reflectively to the trembling girth of his cock, and he began to stroke it lightly in anticipation.

On the floor, Gillian murmured, "Stephan…don't do that! Stephan, that's, that's terrible! Come to me, baby!"

"Not yet!" he gurgled. "Not yet!" He took a few more feet. Beautiful!

Oh, Christ, what an erotic shot that's going to be! I can see her cunt, spread open and glistening wet…and her clit, too, throbbing there …Oh, Jesus, Jesus!

"Stephan," moaned Gillian pleadingly. "Stephan I don't want to do this anymore. Please, Stephan, I want you to fuck me so badly!"

"Goddamnit, not yet!" he shouted. He was busy at the camera again, setting the timer, his cock shaking as if with some inner vibratory power and his balls aching with the build-up of a tremendous load of cum. "Get on your knees, Gillian, sideways to the camera. That's it, that's it. Move your arm up so I can see your tits jutting down! Good!

Now raise your right knee up closer to your tits, honey! That's it. I can see your pussy now!"

"Stephannnnn…"

"Just hold it like that, just hold it!" He set the timer and then ran over. He had to get in this film cassette, he had to! He knelt behind her, oblivious to her cries of pleading, and he held his cock less than an inch from the soft entrance to her warm, wet cunthole, turning his face to the camera, holding himself back in spite of the oscillations which coursed through his entire being.

The camera started, but before he could fuck into her cunt, the film ran out in the cartridge. He jumped up and ran to it. This cassette was going to be every bit as erotic to him as the previous one, more so because he was in it now! He was going to kneel there with his great prick almost touching his wife's cunt!

Again the timer was set, and again he joined Gillian on the floor. She was just kneeling there now, with her head hanging down, and she was whimpering softly. He went to his own knees again behind her, his hands on her waist. "This is going to be a good fuck, baby! I'm going to fuck it up inside you on this one now!" He guided his swollen cock to the warm, butter-soft opening of her cunt, inserted the head inside.

Gillian moaned, trying to drive her asscheeks back against his cock, to impale herself and still the passion inside her, but Stephan restrained her with his hands hard at her waist.

"No, no," he told her, "We have to wait for the camera, goddamnit! Now raise your leg a little so the full sight of my cock in your cunt will be exposed to the camera. Goddamn you, Gillian, do what I tell you… ah, that's it! Oh Jesus, this is going to be something else! Now hold it, hold it…"

Whirl…whirl…whirl…

Stephan inched his cock inside her hungry pussy. The camera kept running, showing Gillian's passion-contorted features and his own, showing his cock fucking into her wide-spread cunthole. He felt his cock leap as if with cumming. God, oh God, what a sight! He was ready to blow his wad any moment. But first…yes, it was time to have her do what he had long waited for and to do what he had wanted to her; it was time for oral love. Time for his lips on her pussy and her lips on his prick. Yes, yes! Jesus, what a film that'll make, what a film!

He heard the film run out again and he set the timer, ran back to his trembling wife. "Turn over," he commanded. "Turn over and lie on your back."

There were tears on her cheeks as she obeyed. "Stephan…"

He moved quickly up along her body, holding his quivering cock in his hand again, guiding it toward her head. "Suck me, Gillian. Suck my cock, Gillian. Hurry! Hurry! I want to suck you, too! Suck your cunt, Gillian!"

She recoiled. Had she heard correctly? Yes, yes she had…and realized it even through the fog of passion and liquor. He wanted her to perform the same perversions they had seen in those films, to do what the other people had been doing in those movies, but she couldn't.

Yes, it turned her on to have Stephan lick and suck her cunt, although it was something she let him do only when she'd had a few too many drinks. But to suck his cock? That was unthinkable. She couldn't, she just couldn't!

"Stephan, I can't. Please don't make me…"

"Hurry up, the camera's going to go off!" he shouted, trying to push his cum-wet prick against her lips. But she twisted away, moaning.

"I can't! I told you I couldn't!"

"Damnit! Don't you want to please me? You said you loved me and wanted to please me!"

"Not this way, Stephan."

"Oh, Christ, you ruined the film! You ruined it!"

"Stephan…I can't, oh please don't make me do it! Please understand!

Anything else, but not that!"

He jumped to his feet, staring down at her. His cock was jerking as if cumming again, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his balls would erupt with his building load of cum. He had been so close, so goddamned close. But there would be other nights, he would see to that. He had to content himself with the fact that he had gotten her to pose for the movie camera for him, in the nude and…yes, with his cock inside her cunt, too! Tonight was a victory, in that sense, the first victory! The second would come soon enough, he knew that. He just had to be patient with her, patient.

"Stephan," Gillian moaned, writhing on the floor in both passion and love. "Please fuck me and make it all right. No more movies, I beg of you! It was fun, but no more!"

"All right!" he shouted. But before he did, he ran to the movie camera one more time, put some film in it and set the timer. Then he went back to his vibrating young wife, knelt behind her, inserted his cock in her pussy. She buffeted back against it immediately and he didn't restrain her this time; might as well get a good action shot.

He fucked his swollen, soon-to-be-bursting cock deep inside her, feeling the head slam up against her belly inside, hearing her moan loudly in pleasure-pain. His balls slammed resoundingly off the moistened slit of her cunt below as he fucked into her, and he leaned his upper body low over her back, teeth biting lightly into her shoulder, hands finding and squeezing her swaying tits.

The sound of the camera coming on acted as a trigger for Stephan's boiling desires. He imagined in his mind what the finished film would be like, the eroticism of it, and he could hardly wait until he could pull the cassettes from the camera back. But then the hotly swirling cum in his balls became overpowering, became the only thing that mattered, and he heaved and fucked up into the soft, warm cunt of his slavishly kneeling wife with insane vigor, striving to empty his balls of the great load of cum juices seething there.

Gillian felt Stephan's gigantic cock fucking into her cunt, filling it, the head ramming hard off her cervix and she knew she was going to cum any moment. She had never in her life been this excited, and the knowledge that the excitement had come as a direct result of looking at dirty movies, of partaking in them herself with the man she loved, was like a hot knife of confusion in her brain. She wanted Stephan, wanted to please him, and yet it was becoming increasingly apparent that she didn't know how; her cunt alone, so hot and wet now and so filled with his throbbing cock, apparently wasn't enough any longer to satisfy her man. It would take more and more, she thought dazedly as her cum spiraled higher and higher, more and more to please him…more films …more eroticism…and, oh, God, even sucking his prick with her mouth.

And then all thoughts except for the crescendo building with a passion vanished from her mind as she fucked like a rutting female animal back against her husband's cock, striving for the crest, almost there, almost there, feeling him hard and deep within her, feeling his hand curving down around her back kneading and manipulating her tits, almost there, and then…and then…