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I turned back to Maxine and Hannah. “You two girls will be laying on recliner chairs by the side of the pool,” I said, “when Roland and Victor appear from inside the house. They are going to come over and chat to you both for a couple of minutes before the sex starts. Clear?”
Both the girls nodded. Jilian started fluttering around them with brushes and paint, but I hadn’t finished issuing instructions. “I want this scene to have a lot of girl-on-girl action,” I said. “Maybe you girls can start kissing as the scene opens and then Maxine, I want you to start fingering Hannah’s pussy when the boys are over talking to you. The rest of the action can unfold from there, but I need you two guys…” I stabbed a finger at Roland and Victor, “…to get these girls into lots of lesbian situations. Get ‘em on their hands and knees kissing. Get one of the girls squatting over the other’s mouth… you know the kind of thing I’m looking for, right?”
Victor and Roland were standing at the edge of the group with their arms folded, their upper chests oiled by sweat and sunlight so they looked like bouncers at a club for male strippers. They were professionals, and I knew I could trust them both to perform to my instructions once I called ‘action!’
The girls drifted away to the lounge chairs, and Jilian floated around them, putting the final touches to lips and eyes. Victor and Roland disappeared inside to await their cue, and I turned my attention to my cameramen.
“Guys, let’s try to get this in one take,” I said. “Walter, fetch me one of the handheld cameras. I will be shooting this with you.”
I took Connie by the elbow. “Stay right behind me,” I said.
“I’m going to be filming this scene with the boys, and I want you to get a sense of this aspect of the industry. Maybe, seeing it the way a cameraman sees the scene will give you a new perspective… and maybe even an appreciation.”
Connie said nothing. She didn’t even make the effort to smile this time.
I took the handheld camera and everyone got into position. Jilian disappeared through the sliding glass doors with a makeup case in her hand and another one tucked awkwardly under her arm. Less than a minute later, Victor and Roland came sauntering out onto the deck and filming started.
Maxine and Hannah were stretched out casually on two recliner chairs close to the edge of the pool. Hannah propped a pair of dark glasses atop her head and leaned over her chair to kiss Maxine. I let the camera linger on the girls, panning slowly along their bodies while still holding Roland and Victor in the background. Hannah deftly slid a bikini strap off Maxine’s shoulder and her hand cupped the red head’s breast. Maxine’s nipple was hard.
The two men got to the side of the chairs and crouched down, their gazes admiring and hungry. Maxine’s bikini disappeared and the girls finally broke the kiss, feigning sudden surprise to see the two guys at their side. Maxine gave Victor a sexy wink and Hannah playfully pushed at his chest.
“No, she is all mine,” Hannah said. “You cannot have her.”
She sucked Maxine’s nipple between her lips, her eyes open, still watching the men. I moved my camera to get a shot of Maxine’s face, her eyes closed, her mouth open, and a soft little moan of arousal escaped her lips, right on cue.
I moved position, sensing Connie shadowing my steps. Maxine’s thighs had fallen open. She was wearing a tiny bright yellow bikini and I could see the cleft of her sex through the tightly rucked fabric. Hannah’s hand drifted down the flat of Maxine’s abdomen and her fingertips disappeared inside the waistband of Maxine’s bikini bottoms.
Roland stood up. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He took a step towards where Maxine lay on her back and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free from the confines of his pants, swollen and hard. He stroked himself gently and then shifted his weight and moved his hips so that his cock slid across Maxine’s parted lips. Instinctively her mouth opened wide, and her eyes became narrow, knowing slits. The pink tip of her tongue flicked along the ridged length of Roland’s shaft and his body clenched and pulsed to this new sensation.
Maxine’s hand drifted up along Roland’s thigh and then she took him gently in her grip and her fingers began to flutter along his cock in time with the soft teasing of her lips. Her legs fell wide open and Hannah’s hand reached down inside her bikini bottoms and began to massage her sex.
Victor was an experienced porn actor. He knew enough to be patient: he knew enough not to crowd the scene, and so he stayed on his haunches, playing the part of an admiring voyeur until Hannah had stripped off Maxine’s bikinis and she lay sucking Roland’s cock with her legs spread wide apart.
“Go down on her, Hannah,” I said. “Get between her legs and lick her.”
Hannah moved with the fluid smoothness of her experience. She didn’t glance at me – she simply eased herself off the recliner chair and crawled on her hands and knees to where Maxine lay. Hannah was wearing a black bikini, and Victor waited until Hannah’s face was buried between Maxine’s legs before he got to his feet and stripped off his pants.
When Victor reached down and rubbed Hannah’s pussy, the girl lifted her lips from Maxine’s sex and turned her head. She winked and smiled an invitation, and then shuffled her knees apart so that Victor’s hand was free to remove her bikini.
“Take your time, Victor,” I grunted. “Fuck her slow, because I want plenty of close ups.”
Victor settled himself on his knees by the edge of the pool. His cock was in his hand. He stroked it a few times until it was rigid and swollen, and then guided the head of himself up and down the moistening slit of Hannah’s pussy.
I moved in close and got down on one knee so that I could film the moment Victor first eased himself inside Hannah, and then panned back quickly to capture the expression on the dark haired girl’s face. Hannah played it up perfectly – screwing her eyes tightly shut, her mouth falling slack and open, and the husky moan in the back of her throat one that suggested that the feel of Victor’s cock inside her was the most magnificent sensation she had ever experienced. Her chin was slick and glistening with the juices of Maxine’s pussy.
I moved position again, going for a wide shot, while my other two cameramen circled the four actors like vultures – swooping in for close ups and then circling high and wide. Victor was driving his cock deep inside Hannah with deliberate slow strokes, and when the dark haired girl suddenly reached back between her legs to cup his swaying sack in her hands, Roland seized his opportunity to draw Maxine down onto her hands and knees.
Maxine’s pussy was already wet. Roland seized her by the hips and plunged himself inside her.
“Take it easy,” I growled a warning at Roland. “She can’t kiss Hannah if you are pounding into her like a fucking jackhammer.”
Maxine grunted. She lifted her face and the two girls came together in a grinding kiss that bumped and broke as if they were kissing in the back seat of a car on a potholed road.
“Better,” I said.
The guys had settled into a workable rhythm – thrusting their hips with enough impact to sway and rock each woman’s bodies, but not so fiercely that the girls were unable to lock their lips together. All three cameras caught the action from different angles until, after several minutes, Victor eased his glistening cock from within Hannah and she turned around with an eager hungry mouth.
Hannah’s cock-sucking technique was epileptic: furious, wild action without a great deal of direction. She was crazy. I kept my camera in a close up as her mouth ravaged Victor’s cock, and when I sensed the guy was close to coming I called a sudden halt and shut the cameras down.
“Come shot,” I said and then waved my arm around as I gave instructions. “Maxine come and kneel beside Hannah, please. I want Victor to shoot his load over both your faces and then we’ll end with a come swap, okay?”
Both girls got into position kneeling before Victor’s braced legs. Their mouths were open wide like hungry chicks waiting to be fed. Victor stroked his cock slowly, and then fed the length of his shaft to Maxine. Maxine’s mouth wrapped tight around Victor’s length and she swallowed him whole, until the tip of her nose was nuzzled against the washboard flat of his abdomen. I got a great shot of Victor throwing back his head with his eyes screwed tightly shut and then Maxine’s mouth slipped off the end of his cock just as he bucked his hips and released.
The money shot was a good one. Victor’s come splashed over the girl’s faces and they turned, wrapped in one another’s arms, and kissed in lewd unaffected delight, their tongues twisting and slithering between their open mouths.
“Nice!” I said as Victor reeled away and I was able to press in close with the camera for a final shot of the girls. Come had dripped from their chins and was spattered across their breasts. Hannah scooped the last of Victor’s seed from Maxine’s breast with her fingertip and sucked it into her mouth.
I called ‘cut!’ and there was a round of applause for the actors.
Roland put one of his hands up. He was stroking his cock with the other hand. “Where do you want it, boss?”
I thought about that for a moment. Filming a come swap was the most common way to end the scene – because it was the most popular with viewers. But not every scene can end the same way…
“We might do this one as a cream pie, Rolly,” I decided. “Maxine, honey, get yourself comfortable on that recliner chair again.”
It took several minutes before we were ready to shoot again. Maxine stretched herself out like a sacrifice on an alter, and spread her legs wide. Roland knelt between her thighs, and when his cock was deep inside her the cameras starting rolling again. Hannah was kneeling close beside him with
one arm wrapped around his waist and her free hand strumming Maxine’s clit. Without the need for restraint, Roland clenched his jaw and growled. He had his hands on Maxine’s hips, fingers digging into the firm flesh. Maxine thrashed her head from side to side and pinched her nipples until finally Roland’s whole body went into a rigid seizure.
The camera caught the tension in Roland’s face: the muscles in his chest flexing, the corded ropes standing proud in his neck – and then the sudden rush of release that melted away the hard strained edges of his features as he relaxed suddenly.
Roland staggered out of the shot, and I pushed in close for a tight shot of Maxine’s shaved pussy. The lips of her sex were swollen and flared wide like the petals of a flower. As I pulled the camera back I caught Hannah licking her lips the instant before her tongue flicked out to lick at Maxine’s pussy. There was a look of delight in her eyes.
I held the camera close, caught the sights and sounds of Hannah lapping at Maxine’s sex for several moments and then gradually pulled back for one last wide shot.
“Cut!” I cried – and a moment later regretted the decision.
Hannah kept licking Maxine’s pussy.
This wasn’t for the movie – this was just red-hot girl on girl sex for no other reason than because they were into each other.
I waved urgently to Walter, and we both started filming.
The girls seemed completely oblivious to the cameras. Hannah’s tongue was deep inside Maxine’s pussy and the red head had her back arched, sucking in short panting breaths. One of her hands glided down her body and her fingers entangled themselves in Hannah’s hair to press the girl hard against her undulating pelvis. Hannah grunted. Her eyes were closed. She was still on her hands and knees. Somehow she managed to reach down between her own legs to finger-fuck herself.
“I come soon!” Maxine’s voice was ragged. Russian, Belgian, or even Chinese – even if you didn’t speak the language, you could tell by the delicious torture in Maxine’s expression that she was on the verge of orgasm.
Hannah made a humming sound that came from somewhere deep in her chest. Her eyes opened and we all saw the instant of Maxine’s release as the rapture of her orgasm contorted her features into something breathtakingly beautiful.
