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…
'Oh God, Stephan, Stephan darling, I'm cummmming! Stephannnnnn! I'm cummmmiiinnnnnggggg!'
But Stephan only barely heard her wild cry of release, for his cock in that moment had begun to jerk out of control, and torrent after torrent of hotly boiling juice burst along the full length to spew out deep up into her hungrily milking cunt, commingling with the juices of her own cum to form a floodtide of passion that poured out around his spasming cock and flowed in thin rivulets down her eagerly straining thighs. And then his prick gave one last spurt of his scalding juice and began to deflate almost immediately inside her wetly clasping cunt. They both sank forward on the carpet, spent and in a state of nearunconsciousness.
Oh Jesus, that was a beautiful screw! Stephan thought satiatedly. One of the best ever, even if it was so quick. And it's going to get better and better, once Gillian starts to come around fully.
And Gillian, lying there with the full weight of her husband on top of her, his warm cum flowing hotly inside her cunt and belly, was thinking different thoughts now in the lulling aftermath of her tremendous cum.
She was thinking about the pattern of her life, and how it was changing, how she could no longer deny that after what had happened to her tonight. But changing for the better, or for the worse? She didn't know yet; she just didn't know yet.
After a long while, Stephan raised himself up and lifted his wife in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. They crawled between the sheets of their bed, and Stephen went to sleep almost immediately; but he did not cuddle up to her as he usually did, did not speak to her except to say goodnight, and she had the inauspicious feeling that she had failed to please him completely tonight in spite of the wildness of both their cums-failed to please the way this new Stephan wanted to fuck, the new Stephan who was sexually liberated.
She knew that if she wanted to keep him, she was going to have to do what he wanted, and if that meant sucking his cock, then she would suck it. She had a sneaking suspicion that deep inside, she really wanted to take his cock into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it and suck it until he came and the hot boiling cum filled her throat and belly.
Gillian felt her pussy tingle at the thought, but turned over and tried to sleep before the fire in her cunt raged out of control again and forced her to go into the bathroom and finger-fuck it to cumming like she had last night…
Chapter 6
The next morning after Stephen had left for work, Gillian ran last night's events through her head. Something had changed her husband drastically-something she had no control over. The young housewife moaned involuntarily. Who was putting these lewd, obscene thoughts into her husband's head? There was but one finger to be pointed, and that was at Frank Edwards, the hot-shot film director.
It seemed as if Frank was suddenly becoming the producer and director of their lives. His influence seemed to seep more and more into what she and Stephan were doing and enjoying, and it was an intolerable intrusion. Before that horrible movie camera showed up at their house, her husband had been so kind and gentle in his fucking, had seemed to understand that she wasn't some salacious glutton, but a sensitive, moral wife. But not anymore! She felt incapable of keeping up with his growing needs in the world where nothing mattered but debauched eroticism.
Only the liquor she had drunk last night had loosened her to the point where she too was aroused by lewd movie films, though, she now decided with a shudder, nowhere as strongly excited by them as was her husband.
And it was the drinking that had made her able to participate willingly with Stephan, to actually be naked and be screwed before the movie camera!
Those damned films! Everything seemed to center around them. Stephan had been more interested in them last night than he had been in fucking his own wife! His constant running back and forth changing film, his snappish answers to her pleas for understanding and patience at her ignorance, of his still more angry response when she
