Chapter 12: Spontaneous Orgy. Beach Threesome

We parked my car in Jill’s driveway behind two other cars. Instead of knocking or ringing the bell, Claire said, “Let’s just sneak in if the door is unlocked. We’re all friends.” She must have known Jill’s habits because the front door was unlocked. There was that mystery about her that I’d sensed when we’d first met. I wondered again if she’d ever put my suspicions to rest that there was a part of her we didn’t know anything about. We tiptoed inside, hoping that we’d surprise Jill in some interesting way.

We did.

In the living room, three sweaty nude bodies formed a highly interesting sexual tableau. Mark Ang, our director lay on the couch facing away from the door. Jill lay in his lap also facing away from the door, gyrating rapidly against Mark. Apparently, he had his cock up Jill’s ass. Facing us, with his shaft in Jill’s pussy stood Barry Peters, looking muscular and experienced. Around them on the floor lay a potpourri of clothing.

Barry smiled at the three of us as we tiptoed into the room. Jill kept moaning something about fucking her harder and faster; imperatives I assumed were directed to both men. I held a finger to my lips to indicate he should not acknowledge our presence. He nodded back at me, as he gave a couple of extra hard thrusts into Jill’s cunt.

I came up behind the sofa and leaned over so that my mouth was right next to Jill’s ear. I started a brief litany of suggestive thoughts to Jill: “You are a colossal slut – a common street whore with an insatiable appetite for hard cock. If you can’t sell yourself, you give yourself away to the biggest dick – the person who can fuck you the hardest – the tongue that will lap you to more orgasms – the pussy that tastes the best. You are absolutely my kind of slut.”

Jill’s eyes had popped open at the sound of my voice. When I finished she said in a dreamy voice, “You know me all too well, now get out of those clothes and come fuck me. You’ll have to ignore the cum that’s already in there.”

Jill twisted around slightly so she could see me; she saw Ellen and Claire standing behind me. “Claire. Ellen. Get out of those clothes. We have three good cocks here, enough to go around for everyone. I haven’t even worn these two out yet, so there’s lots of life left in them before they go limp for the night.” She laughed at her brash invitation.

Ellen, Claire, and I stripped, leaving our clothes in neat piles on one of the casual chairs in a corner of the living room. As I came over to Barry, Mark, and Jill, Barry jerked his cock from Jill’s wet cunt. Watching the threesome had hardened me, so I had a hard cock ready for action. I sank my cock into Jill’s body and her eyes got big. Mark started to pump his cock into Jill’s ass again, as I pistoned into her cunt from above holding Jill’s legs over each shoulder. Jill started to use her own body to pound into our two shafts – one in her ass, and one in her cunt.

Barry went and hugged Ellen and Claire, his cock sticking out at a ninety-degree angle from his body. Both women dropped to their knees and started to share in orally lapping up the tastes that he brought from Jill’s twat. I watched as Barry closed his eyes and raised his head to the ceiling. Ellen and Claire kept swapping his cock back and forth between them, often taking turns to see who could swallow all of him the fastest; they were getting good at their game. He moaned as the women slurped.

From beneath Jill, I heard Mark say, “Fancy meeting you here, Jim. I wasn’t sure you’d come back to Jill’s little club of horny people.” He laughed, and I couldn’t see him; only his arms and legs that hung out underneath of Jill’s writhing body.

Jill gasped out, “Less talking, more fucking.” We honored her request. Jill’s skin had reddened from the physical exertion and from the blush of her frequent orgasms. She was obviously getting a lot of aerobic exercise from her efforts.

I watched Barry erupt all over Claire’s face. Long strands of his jism plastered across her cheek, nose, eyes, and forehead. Ellen grabbed his cock about that time and directed it at her own face, but by then he was spent so his last emissions only made it to her breasts. Barry made a lot of happy grunting sounds.

Jill applauded the cum shower from her supine position beneath me with two cocks driving into her body. “That’s a super show Barry – girls. Now it’s my turn to get some juice.”

I said to Mark, “You near?”

He responded, “Give me about ninety-seconds notice, and I’ll be there. I have good control.”

“Let’s do it,” I said as I drove extra hard into Jill. She moaned and might have even had a small orgasm.

I felt Mark accelerate his anal thrusts. Jill groaned and shrieked.

Ninety seconds later, Mark and I filled Jill’s orifices with our potent semen. We flooded her holes until the juice oozed out of her around our cocks. We were messy, Jill had also ejaculated, but then I had always thought that really good sex was wet and messy. Mark didn’t seem to mind, and neither did I.

I lifted Jill off Mark’s cock, turned, repositioned her on my cock, and sat on the couch next to him while I slid in and out of Jill’s pussy. I leaned in and kissed Jill rather tenderly on the lips, even running my tongue around her lips in a sensuous manner. She looked at me with a sense of awe. I knew I did things to her no one else did. The following French kiss was memorable. Jill’s beautiful blue eyes locked on mine, and I know we both felt a palpable wave of love sweep over the two of us.

I glanced back at the other trio. Ellen and Claire were snowballing some of the cum Ellen had licked from Claire’s face. Barry looked enthralled at the pair’s wanton display. The girls were unusually sexy in their sport, and their moves made me start to harden again. As they swapped spit, I watched as Claire rubbed Barry’s remaining cum into Ellen’s chest as well as her own; clearly the women had pressed themselves together to spread the cum equally between them.

I finally extracted myself from Jill, and flopped onto the sofa next to her, being careful not to drip on the fabric. Jill scrunched down on the sofa until her pussy hung over the edge. She didn’t seem to mind that our fluids were dripping from her onto the marble floor. After she was sure she had all our attention on her frothy cunt, she produced a small mat of tissues from between the cushions and held it to her cunt to prevent our remaining juices from leaking on her brocade couch.

Six voices around the room said, “Wow” in one form or another.

I carefully placed my hand just below the breast-filled bodice of the sexy tight dress Jill wore, I leaned in as her left arm encircled my shoulders, and we kissed open mouth with our tongues a twirl. The kiss lasted almost two minutes, and then we pulled apart slowly, our eyes now open and locked on one another.

“CUT!”

Our director, Mark Ang’s voice rang out across the set. Earlier in the day, the technicians had blown up what looked like a perfectly good car with eight cameras recording the event. Thus, in the background of our ‘Big Kiss’ lay the bombed out remnants of the vehicle and several actors posing as firemen hosing down the smoking hulk. The whole scene was to look as if I had narrowly escaped death from a pipe bomb under the car, and Jill, my erstwhile girlfriend in the film, had thought I’d died and had just found me at the scene of the explosion very much alive.

Jill and I looked at Mark for direction on the next take.

Mark spoke, “That was great. I’m sure it’ll be super. Now, I need to have the two of you turn from your kiss and start running down the street. Dodge into the door of the red building on the right. Jim it might look good if you overrun the door, and Jill pulls you back. Can the two of you run that far holding hands? Are you okay in those heels, Jill?” We both nodded. “Good. And Jill, use your other hand to occasionally but subtly flip your skirt up to the cameras – we need some leg in this.”

We went back into our kiss, with Jill giving me a little moan of pleasure at the occasion. I rather liked the kissing scenes with her too. One of the stage hands who had snapped a digital shot of us just before the last scene ended came over with his iPad and made some minute adjustments to our pose.

“QUIET ON THE SET ... ACTION!”

Jill and I broke apart from our kiss, looked in each others eyes, and then we turned and started our run holding hands as instructed. Smoking shrapnel from the explosion of the car lay all over the ground, so we occasionally had to jump over some large piece of metal or a small pool of fire as we ran. Just as Mark wanted, we finished charging through the door of what looked like a nondescript retail building in some generic Central American city. We disappeared into the structure.

“CUT.” The word echoed across the set from the handheld megaphone Mark liked to use.

Jill and I peeked out the door of the building. Behind us were the two-by-fours and plywood that held up the façade of the pretend building.

Mark waved for us to return to that end of the set. We walked back along the path we’d just run as some of the workers extinguished the fires and smoldering rubble. We were through with this scene.

As we got near, Mark said to everyone and particularly to us, “I think that’s it for today. A few of us are going to review the day’s shots from the digital camera in the screening room. You’re welcome to come. This had been a very good day for making movies. What? I think we only did retakes on a couple of scenes. We are now about a week ahead of schedule. Fabulous.”

He turned to us and added, “Jill, Jim; when you do a scene, you are executing almost perfectly every time. I find myself going through thinking that I should make a second take, but I can’t think of anything wrong. That’s amazing in this biz. You are a dream to work with.”

As we walked by Mark, I heard Jill say to Mark in a stage whisper, “And, you, my fair stud, are a dream to fuck with. I hope you cum ... by, later.” No one else could hear her invitation but me, yet I doubt she would have cared if they did. She made no bones about being ‘available’ and ‘dateable’ to the media, or anyone else for that matter. She really did have the potential to be a great slut.

Mark grinned at her and nodded. She had her evening planned. I had worried that I’d have to entertain Jill as well as my roommates, but if Mark had her in hand, so to speak, I was off the hook for the night.

I had promised a romantic dinner and a beach walk after dark to Claire and Ellen. Jason, my stunt double, had recommended a restaurant called the Café Del Rey right at the head of Marina Del Rey’s boat harbor – the world’s largest man-made small craft harbor.

After a scramble by the women to dress ‘upscale’ for dinner, we maneuvered out of the Pueblo industrial park where our generic-Central-American-city movie set had been created into rush hour traffic to drive to Marina Del Rey – only a few miles. I headed west to Redondo Beach and then north along Hermosa Avenue, Ocean Drive, and The Strand for a bit; I resolved to drive along side the ocean as long as I could. I loved the seashore, even when crowded and with limited views of the water. We made a few forays down to the beach where there were parking areas, just to see what the beaches were like. We sped up through Vista Del Mar, an industrial area, into the Marina area. The GPS made driving around there easy, but I also made a ‘memo to self’ that I wouldn’t enjoy living in any of the beach communities we drove through on a full-time basis – too crowded, and houses too close together.

Maybe because of my celebrity status the Maitre d’ at Café Del Rey gave us a table looking out over the marina. Claire got really charged up trying to estimate the value of all the boats in the marina – an estimated 5,500 vessels, the waiter told us. I was recognized by people at several tables; however, my choice to avoid further eye contact turned further action away.

We lingered over dinner and our conversations about the movie, the personalities in play, and how much we loved each other. The sun disappeared below the horizon leaving an array of beautiful colors while we dined and made the mood and view extra special. After dinner we walked around part of the marina, me in jeans, well-worn western boots, a black t-shirt, and a dark blue blazer, and Claire and Ellen in sleek cocktail dresses that displayed their cleavage. Both girls wore four-inch spike heels, my favorite. We often held hands and stopped to kiss and hug. I found a street vendor selling flowers and bought each of my loves a gardenia that we wove into their hair. They both looked so pretty.