sucking his cock?'
'Yes,' she heard herself reply in a half-whisper, unable to control the mounting flood of passion which threatened to consume her in fiery lust. 'Yes, yes, yes!'
Quickly, Stephan placed another cartridge into the viewer. The same couple, the same oral love, a somewhat different position. Gillian could see all of the young man's masculinity, his cum-laden balls, the wide girth of his great cock half-buried in his beautiful young lover's ovalled mouth. She gasped, drawing close to her husband, her hand sliding down involuntarily to rub almost spasmodically along his thigh.
Stephan played the cassettes over and over again. A different couple in each, the positions becoming more bold, more provocative-seemingly impossible; standing, with the girl turned completely upside down, her legs locked around his neck; sitting, the man's head buried far up between wide-spread thighs of the girl, his legs locked around her neck and she supporting him with her hands and arms.
Gillian was breathing heavily with intense arousal now, proof to her panting husband that she was acutely excited by these films of others enjoying sex as he was. 'Darling,' she purred. 'That's enough, that's enough! I want you, Stephan. I want you to fuck me, please, please!'
But Stephan was oblivious to her pleas, for his mind was centered on two main objectives; to get his wife to pose naked for him for more movie films; and to get her to perform the selfsame acts of cocksucking which were depicted in the cassettes he held in his hands.
He moistened his lips, thinking that his first step would be to get her to undress and pose for him-yes, that was it, her pussy was hot to be fucked now and she would be a slave to his every whim; he sensed this beyond any doubt, knowing that, at last, she was going to be his on his terms.
'Gillian,' he whispered, his right arm encircling her shoulder, his fingers gently kneading her softly trembling tit, 'Gillian, I want to take some movies of you, darling, some movies like I took the other night. It'll excite both of us, and you want to please me, don't you?'
'Yes…yes, I want to please you, Stephan, but I'm so excited. I want you to fuck me, Stephan, please…'
'Yes, afterwards.' This is easier than I thought it would be, thought Stephan. Just wait till next time when she's more relaxed about it all, I'll borrow a movie camera again and hide it in the bedroom. But he was trembling with his own arousal now, partly brought about by the films he had just viewed with his wife, and partly because of what lay only moments ahead now. His cock was pulsing thickly in his pants as Gillian stroked his thigh, stroked it higher and higher. He began to unbutton her dress, whispering the whole time, 'I'm going to make you naked, baby. We'll take some film and then we'll fuck, slow and easy, then hard and fast. We'll fuck like never before.'
'Yes! Oh, yes!'
His fingers worked feverishly, pulling the dress down to her waist, baring her richly billowing tits with their ruby-capped nipples and pulsatingly dark areolas. He squeezed them lightly, his prick jumping now, and then he could stand it no more. He leapt to his feet, picked up what was left of his drink, and pressed it into her hands. 'Drink this, honey,' he instructed. 'Be right back.'
He ran to the linen closet, and, with urgency controlling every movement now, he found the borrowed camera from under a pile of dirty trousers and shirts in the closet and returned to the living room, making sure Gillian was still on the couch, her naked tits reflecting the pale light of the lamp, checked the camera for film, and then peered through the viewfinder. Again, his cock leaped as he saw what the completed copy of the picture he was about to take would look like.
He finished the rest of the roll of film as his wife sat there in her half-nakedness.
Sixty seconds later, he was seated beside his young wife and putting the self-processing color film into the viewer. His eyes gleamed as he looked at it, at the sharp, defined perfection of the color, and detail, and he was happy that Frank had let him keep the camera for a longer time.
'Look honey,' he droned. 'Look at yourself almost naked.'
And Gillian looked, staring at her half-nudity with moistened lips, her pussy flowering yet wider with more hot juices. Her brain was a seething miasma of alcohol and sexual need; she was nothing more than a slave now, and Stephan was her master.
With excited hands he set up the tripod and prepared the fifteen-second timer, watching Gillian strip the silk dress completely off, then, as if in a hypnotic trance, slide her panties down so that she stood naked and lovely before him, the soft, fleecy blondeness of her pussy hairs wet with the seeping juices of her heated cunt.
In seconds he had the movie camera ready, and his eyes were blazing with excitement, the front of his trousers bulging hugely with the fully erect cock, the material stained with the beginning of droplets of cum juices. 'Sit down on the floor, Indian fashion, facing the camera!' And his nude young wife obeyed. 'That's it. Now lean back a little so that your tits are lifted up! Yes, yes! Open your thighs a little more…oh, Jesus, beautiful.'
He began to undress hurriedly, his eyes never leaving his mesmerized wife sitting there so provocatively on the carpet. At last he was nude, his swollen prick jutting out like a quivering rod from his loins, the head slickly red and pulsating.
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.'
