small

by Stayrr

small

55. The English Porn Siblings (22k)

The English Porn Siblings - Incest/Taboo

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

This is a story of two adults (Both over the ages of 21 years) who were parted at birth, and fated to meet up again in the seedy world of Pornography.

Peter Garrett was the image of what everyone pictures a Californian Beach boy to be. At 27 years of age, he stood 6' 2" tall, his blond hair surmounting a deeply tanned body, muscle toned from daily gym workouts. He was strikingly handsome, with piercing bright blue eyes, strong white teeth and a devastating smile. Peter didn't have to look for girls, they flocked to his side but, very few found their way to his bed. He didn't need them, Peter was a porn star, a very, very successful porn star, probably the most famous of all the West coast actors. It wasn't just his looks that got him into the movie business, he could act, but most of all, he could perform.

He acted under the name of 'Dick Longhorn' and had been nicknamed, 'The Bucket' after his ability to produce prodigious amounts of semen time after time, exactly when needed. It was true that his seven-inch equipment was not as long as your run of the mill porn star, but his girth was huge. Even he could not get his hand around his staff when fully erect.

His female co-stars adored acting with him and swore he was the only man who could actually cause them to have genuine orgasms during their film shoots, whilst either filling or painting them with his cum.

Peter's Father, Robert, had served in the marines in Europe and on discharge had built up a very successful engineering company, whilst his Step- Mother had been a loving, caring homemaker. Despite living the American dream, Peter's life was not complete. He had a sibling, somewhere.

At aged 18 years, his father had taken him aside and told him about the woman, Rebecca he had shared his life with back in England whilst serving with the U.S. Forces. How they had met, fallen for each other and within weeks, she had been pregnant with Peter. Her own family had been kept a secret from him, for some reason, Peter's mother was not prepared to divulge. As the imminent end of his father's tour of duty came around, it placed a great strain on the relationship and as it drew closer, the relationship broke down.

His mother never told his father why she let him take their baby Peter home to the USA. His father knew she undoubtedly loved Peter and was distraught at their parting, but still would not explain herself.

It was two years later that Peter's father met his step mother and eventually marriage followed. She showered him with as much love as if he was her own son, more so since discovering she could not have children of her own. She had even insisted that his father try to find his natural mother in order to keep her abreast of the happenings in her son's life. Alas, despite the use of an English Detective agency, he had been unable to do so. It seemed that the information she had given him about her own life had been less than factual, he had had a 30 month affair with an enigma.

Roberta Laing was a stunningly beautiful English Rose. At 25 years of age, her tall, athletic body stood 5' 10" tall with full, heavy 36C breasts, a 26" waist and 38" hips at the centre of which sat the most perfect shaved pussy. At its pinnacle sat the lair of probably the largest Clitoris even seen in the porn world. When fully engorged, it stood proudly two and a half inches long and as thick as her thumb. A few of her girlfriends had claimed full sexual satisfaction after she had used it to fuck them to orgasm.

Roberta's pale white complexion was emphasised by her warm red cheeks and framed by her lustrous long black hair falling to her shoulders. Her inviting and sensuous lips glistened wetly and cried out to be kissed as her deep brown eyes drew you in. Truly, Roberta had the face of an Angel, a dark, sensuous and erotic angel who deserved her place as one of Britain's top porn stars. An unusual occupation for a product of a senior ecclesiastical English family. Her acting ability was second to none, she could fuck with the best of them and on the few occasions when she herself had actually had an orgasm, she gushed like a Texas oil well. Her background was no secret, she made it clear that her career had been her own choice and so should not reflect on any other members of her family. This made her the Darling of the English press who eagerly followed and reported on all her movements.

Despite her chosen profession, Roberta was the darling of the 'Chelsea set'. She was seen in all the right places, with all the right people. Her life was a total success and appeared to be complete. However, Roberta did not see it that way, she had a missing brother. She had always known that her father had been an American serviceman and that she had an elder brother who had gone to the USA with his father. Her mother, Galicia, had told her that she would fully explain the circumstances to her when she felt she was ready, but alas, her mother had passed away with a terminal illness before she able to do so.

The shrill ring of the telephone startled Roberta as she sat at the breakfast bar drinking her coffee. The screen clearly showed it was from her Agent, Bill Cotton who was never in the habit of making early calls. She reached for the phone. "Hello Bill, what brings you calling so early?"

"Roberta, I need you down at my office as soon as you are able. It's big, it's bigger than big, it's a game changer."

"Rob, you are going to love it, see you soon."

True to her word, within the hour, Roberta glided into Bill's office and was quickly ushered through by his secretary.

"Now Bill, what's all the excitement about."

"Wait for this, you know Peter Garrett?"

"Bill, everyone who's anyone in our business knows Peter Garrett. What about him?"

"They want to pair you up, you and Peter in a big budget movie. The two biggest porn stars in the business, Miss UK meet Mr USA ".

"Well it certainly sounds good, tell me more about the 'Big Budget'."

Bill explained that he had been contacted by Peter Garrett's agent wanting to set up the deal. He had major financial backing from clients eager to set up the ultimate showdown between herself and Peter. They wanted her to fly out to Los Angeles and shoot the film there. It was big budget and was going to put 'Deep Throat' to shame when it came to receipts. "Rob, once you crack the USA market, the world is your oyster."

"Sounds good, let's do it.

A fortnight later, Rob and her make-up artist, Bella, found themselves being driven down the access road to 'El Diablo' ranch complex. Not a ranch in every sense of the word, this ranch consisted of a cutting-edge film studio, built to produce nothing but pornography on a scale to take the breath away.

Rob's car slid to a halt outside the entrance to the main building where they were greeted by a tall good looking elderly man. His skin was weather beaten, darkened by the sun and his teeth were the whitest she had ever seen. Taking her soft hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze and said, "Pleased to meet you Roberta, I'm David, the CEO of this outfit. I have looked forward to meeting you for quite some time now. I have followed your career and must say that I would give my right arm to have you under contract."

"Well David," Roberta replied. "It seems to me you now do have me under contract, at least for this film."

After directing staff to take her baggage and escort her friend to their rooms, he took Roberta by the elbow steered her through the lobby to a large air conditioned office overlooking an immaculately manicured garden.

Roberta gasped as the cold air hit her and felt her nipples swell and stiffen in response to the change in climate. She was still amazed at just how long and stiff her nipples could get. Once fully aroused, they stood an inch and a half in length and were stiff as hard wood. They were incredibly sensitive and had often given her the most mind bending nipple orgasms. Her nipples had also been responsible for reducing many of her fellow actresses to quivering jelly on the occasions that nipple confrontations had taken place as part of 'Sex fight' shoot. Although not her speciality, she had never been beaten when called upon to match them up against a rival. Her breasts too were tight and muscular, soft to the touch but still a tight firm base for each of her stiff nipples. She had often been accused of having had enhancement but this was not the case, her incredibly firm breasts rode high on her chest without any sag and they were all 100% Roberta's.

Directing her to a seat, David returned to his desk and calling his Secretary, informed her that they were not to be disturbed.

"So, Roberta, what do you know about our forthcoming movie?" He asked whilst his eyes were drawn to her twin orbs and the turgid nipples surmounting them.

"To be frank David, I know very little. I'm aware that your backers have it in mind to pair me up with Peter Garrett in what I suspect is some battle of the sexes. I am quite comfortable with the fact that I am currently the top English actress on the British Porn scene, if not the European scene. Peter, as we all know, is the top actor stateside and it seems to me that it could be a sensible and very financially rewarding situation for everybody should we film together."

"I believe you have the situation mapped out." Said David. "My backers are so sure it is going to be a sure-fire hit, they have given me an almost limitless budget and this is going to see your name plastered all over the USA as 'The' female porn star of the century. Naturally, if they are investing that kind of money, they want some say in the content of the movie and have demanded an unusual rider on the shoot."

Roberta raised an eyebrow, "And just what exactly is that rider David?"

"Well apart from your acting, we all know what your party piece is."

A smile filled Roberta's face. "Would that be anything to do with my reaction to the occasional orgasm?"

"That's certainly part of it." David said. "It's also fair to say that Peter has an equally amazing response to his orgasm, I'm sure you are aware of it?"

"I have seen enough of his movies to know that he comes with the best of them. He has an amazing discharge and I look forward to being painted with it at some time in the future." She replied.

"Have you read the script?" David said.

Roberta let out a soft chuckle. "Script? We are talking skin flick David. I assume it's all about the usual build up, lots of oral, lots of fucking and then he paints me with the money shot." Why do we need a script?"

"Ah, there's the rub Roberta. My backers do not want a body painting conclusion, they want to finish with a 'Cream pie'. They have it in mind that a 'Cream pie' between you and Peter would be spectacular to say the least."

"Stop right there David. Did you do your homework when you researched me? If you did, you would know that I do not ever, ever, do 'Cream pie' shots."

"Look Roberta, we are not talking about any journey man porn actor here, we are talking about Peter Garrett. I have his medical records here, he was tested only two days ago and has been on site since. You are not going to catch anything from him for Christ's sake!"

"Disease is not the issue David. I am not on the pill, it does not agree with me or my body and on top of that, I am just coming into my fertile cycle. In the situation, I am prepared to go head to head with Peter sans protection, but no way is he dumping his load inside me."

"Roberta, stay with me on this. It is a one off shoot, the biggest shoot you will have done, it is going to make you the darling of the USA porn industry, and I will have the 'morning after' pill on a platter in the wings."

"It's as well you have a limitless budget David. This 'Cream pie' of yours is going to cost you a fortune and understand me on this, you only get to have one shot at it. No re-takes, it works or it doesn't"

"I can live with that." He said.

"Another thing David, there is no guarantee that Peter is going to make me 'cum' on cue. Even I don't know when I am going to let it go and it's not something I can fake."

David looked at Roberta and pursed his lips. "Well, our backers think they have come up with an idea to guarantee a, how shall we put it? A mutual meeting of fluids on the cream pie shoot."

Roberta gave a low earthy chuckle. "Oh boy, I'm looking forward to hearing this."

"Well it's like this. They have insisted that for the next two days we shoot the whole of the story, less you and Peter fucking. Under no circumstances will either of you allow yourselves to cum, all the build-up, but no cum. That includes working with the other actors. Secondly, they want you and Peter to work on each other 'off-set' for the next two days. Again, just build up, no cumming."

"They want what?" Gasped Roberta. "You want me and Peter to spend two days fucking each other just to you can get your cum shot?" "What does he have to say about it?"

"To be fair, he was not exactly overwhelmed by the plan. He was quite happy to spend time with you, getting to know each other, but still the proposal did intrigue him. He did say he would do it, but only if you were fully on board with it. We have a full suite set aside for you both, you won't be doing it in front of the rest of the crew."

"I think you will find this is going to be a very costly exercise David. I will talk with Peter and if we are both comfortable with it, we'll fuck for your backers.

"That's great, but don't forget, there must be no 'cumming'. Save it for the big on screen shot."

"Let's hope it lives up to your expectations." She said.

"Oh, and one last thing."

"David, that is enough. I am on the edge of walking out on this project. You already have me fucking bare back and Peter cumming in me. You have me fucking him for two days off-set and I think that is enough."

"No, you will like this. They have insisted that the cream pie shoot takes place on a closed set. Fixed cameras and no sound recording. Just you and Peter on the set, doing it naturally. It won't quite be the same, but my engineers have convinced me that they can cut your voices from the build-up scenes and dub them onto the finished product."

"Just me and Peter, no crew, no distractions?"

"Exactly. They figure that after two days of build-up, being left to your own devices should produce the effect for which they are looking. The only sticking point is that when you both blow, you have to make sure your legs are spread so we can get the close up on the cream pie."

"Fuck. Who are these backers anyway? If I'm having an orgasm, I'm going with the flow. There is no way I can guarantee spreading my legs for the camera."

"Just do your best Roberta, there will be a lot of cameras in there with you, but remotely operated. We will get the shot we are looking for."

Roberta closed her eyes for a moment and felt her nipples grow even larger, pushing against the soft material of her blouse. She squirmed slowly in her seat and almost gasped as she feet the cool air freeze the wetness of her damp panties. Without realising it, the idea of a one on one almost private fuck session with Peter was turning her on. Her competitive nature suddenly wanted to test her body against his in a marathon fuck. Could she drain him and be the #1 porn actor?"

Drawing herself into the present, she turned to David and said, "So what else do you have lined up for me? Give me the full plot."

"Well it's all the usual filler stuff but the bones of the plot are set around you, Peter and Callista Beatty."

"Wow, Callista Beatty, only the top porn actress this side of the pond. Your backers are certainly pulling out all the stops."

"Yeah, well they are expecting huge returns on this deal."

"What, based on me and Peter fucking and coming off together?"

"Not exactly, I mean, not only that. They figure the battle between you and Callista will more than help the situation."

"Jesus Christ, does this get any worse? Remind me to insist on reading the fucking plot before taking on any more work. What exactly do you mean by 'battle' with Callista? I don't do sex fights, if you want that, go see a female boxing match."

"Come on Roberta, I've seen some of your movies, you have gone tit to tit and pussy to pussy with other actresses before."

"That's grinding David. I can grind with the best of them, in fact I probably am the best of them but I have never shot full on sex fights."

"Well you being the best is moot, I believe Callista thinks she has that title."

"Maybe in America, but she's not on the same playing field as me."

That's what they are looking for, you and Callista grinding it out between you. A kind of International grinding competition, UK v USA."

Roberta, felt her pussy heating up and become much more damp as she pictured herself locked up with Callista. Although she did not do a lot of grinding on film, she loved it in her private life. Being bi-sexual, she had sought out others in the grinding scene and had yet to be beaten despite getting it on with the odd professional or two who did it for a living. Smiling to herself, she remembered the one occasion when the grinding had got out of hand, she had been swamped by her competitive spirit and the grinding match had turned pretty brutal with biting, punching and clawing. It had taken her nearly a month to recover from her cuts and bruises but knew it had taken her opponent even longer. Despite that, she recalled the mind-blowing orgasm as their sweating, blood soaked bodies locked up pussy to pussy and her opponent had cried out her defeat.

Shaking her head back to the present. "So what is the full plot then?" asked Roberta.

"In a nutshell, Peter and Callista are actors engaged to be married. You come over from England and Peter falls for you. Callista finds out and throws down on you, calling you to fight her for Peter. You fight, sorry, grind and having beaten her, you get Peter and he takes you to his bed for the big scene."

"I take it Callista is aware that it will be grinding and not sex fighting? I have seen more than one of those 'staged' sex fights get completely out of hand and I'm not looking to swap injuries with anyone."

"Yes of course she does. She did suggest we allow a little amount of violence to spice it up and make it look more real. She suggested that that's what would actually happen in real life. David smiled inwardly and said, "But then she said the English pussy wouldn't be up for it."

He knew he'd hit the mark when he saw Roberta's eyes darken and a tight grimace cross her face. He knew if he could unknowingly encourage the girls to take it to the next level and end up in a full-on sex fight, he could print his own money off the back of it.

Roberta's mind was in a turmoil, her insides pulsed and throbbed and she was almost overcome with an animal urge to strike out.

"The Bitch said what?" she asked.

"Hey, don't panic." David said. "It was just an aside she made. She said she had seen your movies, checked out your tit and pussy grinding action and didn't rate it. She said she could rub you down to the bone before breakfast. But that's not what this is about, we have to keep it professional but go through the motions. Everything strictly choreographed, you do a bit of tit crushing and pussy grinding and you come out on top."

"Yes." Said Roberta distractedly. "They'll be a bit of pussy rubbing alright."

David inwardly smiled to himself. The game was afoot. He prided himself on his slick machinations. He could clearly see he had managed to wind up Roberta by her reactions. The very same reactions he had seen in Callista when he told her the same story and Roberta's remark about Yankee pussy.

At last he turned to Roberta and said, "I will get my Secretary to show you to your suite, lunch is being served in the restaurant and I will call you when Peter arrives on set for introductions.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

The mature secretary who clearly carried a torch for David led her through the complex, giving her a tour as she did so.

Once in the suite, she could see that Bella had already unpacked for her and there was nothing for her to do but shed her sweat soaked clothes. Stepping into the shower, Roberta gasped as the ice cold water hit her body. She felt the shock drive straight to her breasts and pussy. Her nipples leapt out almost instantly to their full extension. Blood engorged and stiff enough to drive nails home. Roberta caressed her breasts and nipples feeling ripples of sexual heat travel through her body. Her hand slid down between her legs, her fingers stroking at her core. Slowly she felt it grow sliding out from its protective hood, pulsing with her heartbeat. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she slowly started to stroke its length sending mind numbing shocks to her system. She was quickly building up to a full blown release when she remembered David's words,

"No cumming."

With a soft sigh, Roberta released her throbbing clit and completed her ablutions. After drying off she walked to her wardrobe and picked out a silk lemon, spaghetti strapped, sleeveless top and slipped it over her head. She groaned as the cool silk slid over the very tips of her turgid nipples as the hem fell to just above her diamond studded navel.

Stepping into a matching pair of lemon coloured shorts she slowly pulled them up, sliding over her generous hips and settling them tightly in her crotch. Turning to the wardrobe mirror she could see the slight swell of her now sleeping nipples pushing against the cool silk. Looking to her crotch, she could just discern a hint of her full lips through the reinforcing material and as she turned, saw how tightly her shorts hugged her sweet muscular buttocks.

Raising her hands, Roberta pulled her wet dark locks back into a pony tail securing it with a lemon coloured bobble. Leaning forward she checked out her face, her complexion shone, her rosy cheeks glowed and her deep brown eyes glistened with shining health. Stepping into soft low heel sandals she walked to the door where she met Bella on her way to the restaurant.

The pair walked through the complex and into the restaurant selecting a table by the window overlooking the gardens.

Within a minute, their attention was drawn to the restaurant entrance by the loud giggling of two females. Roberta immediately recognised the flame haired actress, Callista. She was dressed in a scarlet boob tube which together with her matching scarlet shorts and clearly been painted on her body which glowed with a deep Californian tan. Even from across the room, Roberta could see where Callista's nipples distorted the front of her top. Checking out her body, Roberta realised that for all intents and purposes, both she and Callista had been made from the same mould. Everything about their bodies matched up. Callista's breasts looked to be just as strong and firm as her own, her hips just as generous, her thighs just as powerful, muscles rippling as she walked. Her waist was as slim as Roberta's and the soft round tummy mound matched her own. Unlike Roberta, Callista's shorts did not hide what lay beneath its tight cover and her thick, full pussy lips could clearly be seen as indeed, could the raised point at the top of her pussy. Roberta stared and wondered if indeed, Callista was blessed with a clitoris somewhat similar to her own.

Suddenly, the giggling stopped and a silence fell on the restaurant. Roberta raised her eyes to meet those of Callista. Instantly, the two pairs of eyes locked on each other, closing out anything else. Both women could see the instant dislike flood their eyes, in seconds, the dislike turned to hatred fuelling a completely irrational desire to hurt and crush the object of their hatred.

Without breaking eye contact, Callista and her friend walked over to Roberta's table. Callista lowered herself into the seat opposite Roberta, whilst her friend sat opposite Bella. The two actresses continued to stare at each other, each waiting for the other to break.

Without breaking eye contact, Callista said, "Pam, take Roberta's friend and show her around the complex."

Bella looked confused and looked towards Roberta.

"That's a good idea." Roberta said still staring deeply into Callista's eyes. "I will see you later Bella.

Slowly, the two girls stood and shook as they felt the drop in temperature around the table. Turning they both walked away.

"You must be Callista I assume?" said Roberta. Maintaining her stare, she moved her hand across the table where it was met by Callista's. Fingers closing around each other, their hands clasped in greeting. This was no warm hand shake, slowly both women began to apply pressure, squeezing the others hand in their tight grip. Tighter and tighter they gripped, each seeing the strain begin to show in the other's eyes.

Roberta felt the corded muscles in her forearms begin to burn and considered breaking the grip. But, she could also see the strain in Callista's eyes and renewed the pressure. Both of the women's arms began to shake with the strain, the agony began to build to a peak. Both antagonists realised that neither of them were breathing and the contest was about to finish.

Both women let out audible gasps as they each released the other's hand, feeling the blood course back into cold white hands.

"You English Bitch." Whispered Callista.

"And you a Yankee Cow." Replied Roberta.

"That part was mine." Growled Callista. "I was meant to co-star with Peter, not some weak, milky tart."

"Yes I know." Lied Roberta. "But then they decided they needed someone who could match him in the fucking stakes. Clearly, they thought you couldn't."

"You Cunt!" snarled Callista. "I could fuck you into next week without breaking breath."

"It's a shame we will never find out." Whispered Roberta. "The only thing I will be fucking is Peter in the starring role. After all, why would he want to share it with some bit part actress?"

Roberta smiled to herself when she saw the barely controlled fury coursing through Callista's body and was not surprised by her vicious return.

"You forget, you cunt, it isn't only about you and Peter. First you have to get past me and I am going to destroy you. I will have you whimpering on set like a new born baby."

Looking deep into Callista's eyes, Roberta said, "You forget. This isn't about real life, this is a movie with a script. The plot is written, you lose."

"Well just maybe all those pussy whipped film crew might just want to let things go on a bit longer, long enough for me to grind your pussy into extinction."

"You slack pussy Cow." Said Roberta. "Even if we go off script, your pathetic efforts won't delay the shoot much, I will have your pussy rubbed out in a matter of minutes. Now, if it's alright with you, I need to go and meet my co-star." Breaking eye contact, Roberta stood, smiled at Callista and turned and walked away.

Switching off the speaker, David leaned back into his chair with a deep smile. Every part of the complex was wired up for both sound and CCTV, he didn't miss a thing. He knew now he had the fight he and his backers wanted. There was no doubt in his mind that the shoot would not be just be about grinding, these girls really hated each other, a physical confrontation would have to take place. However, he reminded himself, he must not allow Roberta to cum during the fight sequence, must not lose sight of the cream pie finish. Picking up the phone, he called security and ensured that neither of the girls would meet up before their confrontation on set. He wanted the hatred to fester and build.

Back in her room, Roberta lay naked on her bed stroking her breasts, gently rubbing her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. She couldn't believe just how quickly she and Callista had faced up and how deeply she now wanted to humiliate her on set. The very thought of locking up pussies with Callista fired up raging fires in her body. Her right hand slipped down to her pussy and brushed against her swollen clitoris. Taking it between thumb and forefinger she began to slowly stroke it, the passage of her digits being smoothed by her own oily secretions.

Her body began to undulate as if it was floating on the warm waters of the ocean and electricity flowed throughout her body. Short bursts of energy jolted through her erogenous zones, building and building ever higher. It was almost upon her...

With a loud groan, Roberta removed her hand, mentally cursing the backers that denied her completion and fulfilment.

That evening she and David were joined in the restaurant by Peter. Watching him walk to their table Roberta was shocked to feel her heart begin to pound and her blood course through her veins. She was acting like a schoolgirl over some silly beau. Nevertheless, Peter on film did not do Peter in real life justice. The man was just so stunningly handsome, yet acted as though he was not aware of it. Within minutes, Roberta felt she had known him all her life.

David watched them closely, he could see that his Stars were building an affinity, there was clearly some magic going on here. Now was the time to move things along.

"So, what do you think guys? Are we going to stick to plan?"

Both Peter and Roberta looked to him with puzzling expressions.

"I mean the build-up, you know, you two getting it on for the next couple of days. We need you both wound up for the big one. Plenty of sucking, licking and fucking but no cumming."

"For fucks sake Dave, don't forget we have a lady present you crude bastard."

"Don't worry Peter, Subtlety is clearly not his forte."

"Well?" said David.

Peter turned to Roberta and raised a quizzical eyebrow. "You don't have to do this," He said.

Roberta looked at him, "What the Hell, it's just a job and we are getting paid enough. Two days before the big shoot? Let's do it, it would help to have someone there to make sure there is no cumming."

"I'll drink to that," chuckled Peter as he raised his Scotch.

"Great." Said David. I have already had your stuff taken to Roberta's suite, now drink up and go, get some homework done."

Slowly, Peter and Roberta made their way to their suite, each deep in thought. Peter knew it was going to be difficult to do what they had to do without carrying it through to completion. Being asked to keep your body on the edge of orgasm for two whole days was asking for the world.

Roberta also worried about what they were about to do. She knew there would be no problem stopping Peter from cumming should he lose his control, a well placed thumb at the base of his dick would stop him dead in his tracks. Her problem was going to be entirely different. She was going to be in Peter's hands on this one should her own ability fail to stop her going over the edge. Turning to Peter she said, "Look, I know I can stop you dead in your tracks, but I am going to rely on you to stop me going over the edge, I just know once I hit that bar, I'm off.

"Don't you worry about a thing girl," Peter drawled. I know just the thing.

On returning to the suite, both Roberta and Peter showered and dressed in robes sat on the settee, he with a large scotch and her with a large Gin and tonic. Each was slightly turned towards the other, leaning on the arms at the end of the settee.

"How do you want to start this?" said Peter.

"I don't know." Roberta replied, "I have never had any experience of this. It has always had some element of romance or there has been a camera there. I'm not even sure what is expected."

"Well as I see it." Peter explained, we are expected to get each other to the edge of orgasm as often as possible and keep each other there for as long as possible without blowing up. David read somewhere that the more often and longer you withhold your orgasm, the greater it will be and your ability to withstand your orgasm will grow too. There are no prizes for knowing what he's looking for, he wants to see us exploding together and this exercise should allow us to hold back our orgasm until we are both ready to blow. I should think by the time we do get it on, you and I both will also be glad to see it happen."

Looking deep into Roberta's eyes he said, "Do you want to make a start?"

"How should we start?" she replied.

"Right, lets drop the dressing gowns, getting naked should speed us up to where we need to be. Do you want to blow me first or second? Or should we just get it on at the same time?"

Standing, Peter dropped the dressing gown and walked over to an ice bucket on a stand. He dragged it over toward the settee, left it there and said, "That's the camera."

Roberta stood and slipped the gown from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. As she did so, Peter lay full length on his back on the settee. Roberta looked down at him and gasped when she saw the huge thick rod between his loins. She was aware that his length was supposed to be just 7 inches, but it sure looked to be a lot more than that. For a moment, she doubted she would be able to get it inside her when the time came, but then smiled. Of course she would take him, babies were much bigger. At the same time, she felt her nipples swell to their full extent, the blood pumping into them stretching the skin of her nubs to its extremity firing of a constant tingling inside them. Her tummy was churning and she was so wet she could feel her juices beginning to exit her tightly clenched pussy lips. Her mouth was filling with saliva preparing to take on Peter's thick pulsing invader.

As he lay down, Peter looked up to Roberta and groaned when he saw her stunning naked body. Her tits sat high and firm on her chest and her nipples were crazily distorted. He had never seen nipples so swollen and stiff. His eyes fell to her waist and the gentle swell of her stomach before settling on the swollen mound of her pussy. Roberta was standing with her legs slightly apart and looking between them, Peter could see two silvery strings of mucus dangling from her thick pink pussy lips. He felt a surge of blood to his penis and his tongue itched to slide between her portal.

Once more raising his eyes to Roberta's they met and both groaned in sexual need. Roberta walked to the settee and slowly raising her right leg, she lifted it over his body and straddled his shoulders with her own head hanging over Peters loins. Reaching out with her right hand she took a firm grip on the base of his pulsing mast, the space between her fingers and thumb at least two whole inches. There, glistening at its head was a large bead of clear viscous liquid bubbling from the small slit. With the thumb of her left hand, Roberta rubbed the liquid around the swollen head of his penis and watched as even more seeped from the same source. Slowly she placed the palm of her left hand over the fluid and rubbed it over the whole of his cock. Both of her hands now slipped and slid up and down his pole. She could feel the blood pulsing at its core.

Slowly she lowered her head, the smell of sex invading her nostrils as her mouth neared the twitching head of his rod. A shudder went through her body as her lips came in contact with the warm slimy surface of his pre-cum smeared flesh. Pushing down, Roberta felt her mouth being forced open, wider and wider until she thought her jaw would dislocate. Steeling herself, she pushed once more, loudly grunting as the swollen head of his penis rushed into her mouth, filling it with warm salty fluid. No sooner had she been invaded than she screamed as she felt an incredibly hot tongue lick into her swollen pussy.

Peter laid back as he watched Roberta approach him, bending as she straddled him. Reaching up, he took the warm right globes of her ass in each hand, stroking and caressing the firm flesh, feeling the taught muscle below. He let out a small groan as he felt her small hand take hold of the base of his dick. Shivered as he felt her gently smear his pre-cum around the turgid purple head of his pole. Small shocks ran the length of his tool as he felt her hand smear more liquid over the whole of his weapon as it pulsed and throbbed in her hands. Looking down his body, he saw her lowering her head and knew her intent. As he felt her hot breath blow gently around his helmet and the first hot wet contact of her lips he raised his head and pushed out his tongue, Suddenly, he felt those hot wet lips spread around the throbbing head of his dick and almost instantly felt his lance force entrance to her hot slippery mouth. As her mouth engaged his swollen helmet, his hips rose as did his own head, driving his hard pursed tongue deep into the groove of her pussy. He heard her muffled scream as he forced another two inches of his meat into her mouth, feeling her desperate suckling around his shaft. At the same time, her hips dropped and his face was forced into the hot wet swollen cavern of her pussy, his tongue driven up into her passage. He could feel Roberta's gag reaction constricting around his shaft as he pushed up into her mouth. He rolled his head, forcing his face deeper into the engorged lips of her pussy, his tongue forcing deeper into her hot slimy passage. He felt her start to suck him, her tongue circling his tool as his knob filled her mouth.

Within a minute, he felt her slowly start to slide her mouth up and down the small amount of shaft she had managed to take in, her teeth lightly scraping abrading his shaft. Suddenly, he felt a hot wet projection slide across his face and raising her hips slightly was astounded by the sight of her rigid, swollen clitoris. Swiftly his mouth reached for it and closed around it, gently sucking it into the depths of his maw. He heard her scream as much as felt it and her hips bucked on his face. Tightly he held her pussy to his face, his lips forming a circle about her throbbing clit as he gently began to suckle, sliding his wet lips along the whole length of her shaft.

Soon he heard her start to croon, two sets of wet lips, two suckling mouths, two hard slimy shafts. slipping sliding mouths up and down.

They both slipped into an easy rhythm arms wrapped around each other, hands holding firm buttocks and mouths suckling at each other's hot shafts. There was no longer any haste, but the incredible feelings of the constant slippery abrading began fires in each of their loins which began to build into conflagrations. Desperately each of them tried to control their responses, holding back the inevitable conclusion.

Roberta was the first to realise that Peter was about to come, the thrusting of his hips was becoming wilder suddenly, he cried out and thrust his hips, driving his rod into her mouth ready to fill her with his seed. Instantly, Roberta dug her thumb deep into the base of his penis, driving it down into his urethra. Peter yelped as he felt the hot pain rocket deep inside him, washing away the tumult of orgasmic waves threading through his body. At the same time, he became aware that Roberta was herself driving her hips and clitoris into his tight mouth. Her weeping and groaning told him she was on the edge of a monumental climax. Quickly he reached for the ice bucket, hand reaching inside and as Roberta began to screech at the release of her passion, he rubbed the large ice cube over her clitoris and drove it deep into her cunt. Instantly the shock attacked her body, numbing her nerve centres and closing down her impending orgasm.

Slowly, the pair rolled onto their sides, hands feeling the taught buttocks flexing and undulating beneath their fingers. Nothing was said between them as once more hot, wet mouths searched for and suckled on engorged flesh. Heads sliding in unison, slimy shafts dipping between hot lips, searching the depths of each other's mouths.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Over and over again the two brought each other to the edge of climatic nirvana, only to steal it away at the last second. Eventually, neither could take anymore and they rolled apart. Dragging themselves upright on the settee.

"What the fuck?" Roberta said. "Just how many times did we do that?"

"Well I wasn't counting, but I would think about fifteen, sixteen times." Replied Peter.

"Christ, I need a drink," Roberta said.

Peter got up and poured two large drinks, handing one to Roberta who gratefully slurped at its contents. Looking up at the clock, Roberta was amazed to see that they had been making love for nearly four hours non-stop. "Jesus, Peter, that's a lot of near misses in four hours. Just where did you learn that trick with the ice cube by the way?"

"Just a trick I picked up along the way. How do you feel, ready to continue?"

"Oh God, Peter, I don't think my poor clit could take anymore right now. Can't we do something else?"

"Well," said Peter, we need to practice our self control to ensure when it happens, it happens together."

"And just how do we go about that Mr. Garrett?"

"You want the easiest way?" he replied.

"Sounds good to me. What do we do?"

"We fuck".

"Fuck?"

"Yes, we fuck until we are both right on the edge and then we keep each other on the edge without going over."

Roberta felt a sudden desperate urge to mate with Peter. The time had come to test herself against him. She wanted to take him inside her and bring him to orgasmic insanity and hold him there until he begged for release.

"The bed then." Roberta said. Standing and walking over to the king sized stage, Downing her drink, she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. "Let's Fuck!" she said.

Peter walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. Turning to Roberta he looked at her and said, I'm not one to brag, but I think initially, it would be better if you were on top. That way you can ease yourself into it. Or more to the point, ease me into you.

Roberta raised her head and once more was astounded by the girth of Peters rigid manhood. Now she was certain that the fifteen near misses had most certainly caused his dick to increase in both length and girth. It stood there, dark and suffused with pulsing blood.

Looking to Peter she said, "I think that is a good idea, still I think I am going to need some.."

"There on the bedside table." Peter pointed.

"You shit." Roberta murmured as she saw the large tube of KY jelly laying on its side. Reaching for the lubricant, she kneeled up and straddled Peter's hips. Opening the tube she squeezed a generous amount onto one hand and putting the tube down on the bed, rubbed her hands together before reaching for his rigid member. Slowly, her hands circled and slithered across his pulsing flesh, the jelly cool to the touch. Once his rod was covered in lubricant, Roberta once more reached for the jelly and squeezed a good amount into the fingers of her right hand. Raising up on her knees, Roberta reached down to her pussy and rubbed the cool gel deep into her pussy as well as slathering it around her engorged vaginal lips.

Looking down to Peter she said, "Ready?" and saw his slight nod of the head. As she reached down and took a hold of his hard flesh, she felt his hands on her hips holding her steady. Looking back to Peter, their eyes locked and she slowly began to lower her hips. Quickly she felt the swollen knob of his member come in contact with her weeping vaginal lips, slipping and sliding along their length. Taking a firmer grip, she led the throbbing pole and lodged the purple head at her entrance. Now was the moment of truth. Placing her hands on her thighs she slowly began to lower her hips and a small whimper accompanied the beginning of the invasion of her cunt.

The hot and rigid flesh at the apex of his cock began to force a passage between her greasy vaginal lips and into her hot welcoming passage. Roberta winced as she felt him pushing up against the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, stretching it almost to its limits. Further still she was stretched until she was sure her flesh would tear and as the pain began to become unbearable, she let out a deep grunt as his swollen head forced its passage inside her muscular defence. Roberta paused her descent, feeling the enormous pole pulsing inside her. Her pussy was on fire with a wonderful flame and she felt her juices forming and rushing to aid the smooth passage of the invader.

Slowly, Roberta' pussy began to distend and stretch to accommodate his turgid tool. Then, her wet passage adjusting itself to the shape of his prick, she began a slow descent. Every inch of his invasion took time to adjust, but slowly, ever so slowly, Roberta's pussy engulfed the intruder. Looking down at their joined groins, she could see that there was only an inch to go and prepared to complete their union. Taking a last deep breath, Roberta lowered her hips onto Peter's thighs and felt the last inch force its way into the deepest most recesses of her cunt, the blunt but slightly pointed head of his knob slipped up to the mouth of her cervix and embedded itself there causing a stab of pain and causing Roberta to gasp.

Suddenly, Roberta felt her body writhe and shake with contractions, her pussy squeezed and spasmed around Peters embedded dick and with a final shudder, her cunt locked Peter's penis in place with a tight vaginal contraction. Both partners genitals were now locked together tighter than any tied dog and bitch.

Roberta groaned and fell down on Peter, her body stretched out on his own, her head buried in his neck. She could feel him stroking her back and buttocks and heard him whisper, "don't worry, it will wear off in a moment or two."

For long minutes they lay there hardly moving. Outwardly, there was no movement at all other than the signs of soft breathing. Inwardly, the conjoined genitals began to pulse and spasm. His throbbing tool twitched and throbbed and the hot wet walls of her passage undulated against his engorged flesh. These throbs and undulations grew in intensity and suddenly, Roberta felt her pussy relax its death grip on Peter's pole. Now the twitches and pulses grew stronger sending corresponding waves of sexual stimulation throughout their bodies.

Only now did Roberta begin to slowly lift her pussy up off Peters dick. She groaned as she felt the sharp ridge of his helmet drag against her pussy walls, abrading the sensitive receptors in the clasping flesh of her cunt. Higher she raised her pussy until she was stopped by the strictured ring of muscle at her entrance which held Peter's knob head a captive. No matter how much she tried to raise her loins further, she was unable to do so without pulling on Peter's lance. With a soft sigh, Roberta relaxed and let her pussy once more slide down the rigid pole buried deep within her.

Gently both bodies began to undulate against each other, hands stroked and caressed, gasps and whimpers accompanied the regular slow rise and fall of Roberta's hips on Peter's thick weapon.

With the passage of time, the bodies began to writhe with more purpose, Roberta's pussy sped up its regular risings and fallings. The whimpering and groans began to rise in volume and the stroking became clutching as the two bodies began to writhe with rising passion.

Roberta began to keen and wail as she now drove her pussy onto Peters dick, its swollen head ravaging the slippery walls of her cunt. The loud slapping of wet flesh against wet flesh echoed throughout the room as Peter's hips began to drive up to meet Roberta's descending pussy. Breath was being driven from them both has their loins collided in sexual battle.

Suddenly, Peter roared out and wrapping his arms around Roberta rolled her over onto her back whilst driving his thick rod deep into her, pinning her to the bed and stopping all movement. "Don't cum!" He cried, fighting to still the struggles of the woman bent on sexual fulfillment.

"Please, Please!" she screamed. Her voice laden with aching frustration, her hands beating at the muscles of his back. Pater would not relent and kept Roberta immobile whilst the raging sexual feelings dissipated.

Roberta's sobs soon quieted and her arms fell to her sides. Her body felt totally empty apart from the swollen fullness of her pussy where Pete's twitching rod still lay embedded inside her. Looking up to Peter she said, "What now?"

"We keep it here. We stay on the edge. We keep going but we do not come."

"No Peter, I cannot do this anymore, I am drained."

"No cried Peter, we must keep going." He then slowly began to pull his rod from Roberta's pussy and then suddenly, drove it back to her depths. Roberta cried out in pain as his turgid head drove into the mouth of her cervix, seating itself a little deeper inside. Once more he pulled back, only to drive his lance back into her depths. Each time she felt his weapon collide with her cervix she felt her body filled with explosions of sexual need. Once more her sexual drive kicked in and she began to raise her hips to meet his.

"Look at me." said Peter. "Keep it slow, build up slow until we get to the edge then freeze. Let's see how long we can stay there without giving up."

Once more their bodies began the slow climb to orgasmic explosion. This time, the pair were focussed. Each concentrated on extracting the most fulfilment from their slow pistoning loins. The wet slap of their sweat soaked flesh was no more, just the soft hiss as the sticking flesh slowly parted before joining as one again. Both of them fought to control the demands their bodies were placing on them to bring this connection to its sexual conclusion. Although they now knew they could stop a climatic end, they could not stop the relentless build up of sexual tension.

Deep inside Roberta's body their genitals roiled and rolled against each other, pulses and spasms, tight contractions and twitches all brought the coupling to a head.

"Oh God, I'm there." moaned Roberta, I'm right on the edge. She knew, just one deep thrust would send her spinning into a deep fulfilling climax.

"Me too." said Peter. Freezing his hips and gently resting them on Roberts thighs.

"Now we stay here." said Peter. "Talk about anything, just keep talking. If you feel yourself dropping off, fuck a little more till you are back on the edge." Roberta nodded her understanding, but doubted she could keep it up.

A further hour passed with little or no movement between them other than the odd gentle thrusting of hips for short periods of time accompanied by a lot of heavy breathing and groaning.

"Hold tight." said Peter as he gripped Roberta tightly and rolled onto his side. Both gave sighs of relief as their weight was redistributed. Now they lay comfortable on their sides facing each other, still irrevocably locked together. They talked in soft whispers of many things, paused whilst they gently thrust against each other to keep them on the edge and then talked again.

Many hours had now passed and the both found that they had reached a plane of sexual connectivity. They could now softly thrust against each other without let up and keep themselves on the very edge of their orgasms. Both were now in complete control of their sexual needs and bodily desires.

Roberta gave out a soft sigh and yawn, raising her head as Peter slipped his arm beneath her providing a pillow for her. Her left arm slipped over his body as his right leg slipped over her left. Face to face they settled into each other's bodies as their hips gently buffeted against each other, maintaining the bubbling passion sleeping inside them.

Slowly Roberta's breathing fell into a regular soft rhythm as sleep took her into its arms. It was not long before Peter too slipped into the embrace of Morpheus. To all intents, the pair looked like a pair of spent lovers sleeping off a night of passion, but a closer look would reveal the gentle thrusting of locked genitals. Even as both fell into a deep restful sleep, their bodies kept up the constant gentle thrusting, just keeping chaos at bay.

After about an hour of sleep, Roberta began to softly whimper and Peter gave a deep sigh. In their deep rest neither realised that their own bodies were adjusting to the demands being placed upon them. Peter's body knew it could not maintain such a hard erection indefinitely without harming him and so automatically slowly released the valves that allowed the blood to slowly ease from his penis. Even in sleep Roberta's body picked up on the releasing pressure and instantly responded by tightly contracting the walls of her pussy, capturing his deflating penis inside her.

Within a half hour, Peter's body once more allowed the blood to flow into his dick, engorging it to its former size. At the same time, Roberta's sleeping body relaxed the hold on his penis. Once reaching full size, their two bodies began to thrust together in earnest, rebuilding the fires to their former glory before settling back to the gentle rocking of loins to keep them on the edge, only to be repeated again every hour.

Unknowingly, Roberta and Peter fucked through the whole night without letup.

Peter was awoken by the soft murmur of Roberta as she stretched her body.

The bright sunlight streamed in through the French windows and as Roberta opened her eyes, she found herself staring into Peter's bright piercing blue eyes. A soft smile drifted across her lips and she lay her left palm on his face. "Good morning Peter," she said. "How are...What the hell!" Suddenly Roberta realised that her pussy was still connected to Peter and that they were still gently fucking each other. "Tell me we haven't fucked all night Peter." She cried.

"I do believe we have, he replied.

"We have to stop Peter," she said. "It's too much."

"Why?" he said. There is nothing for us to do today and we were put in here to do exactly this."

"Christ Peter, we can't fuck all night and all day, we need to rest."

"Do you feel tired at all?," Peter said.

Roberta paused, "Well no, not exactly. but we need to eat, wash." Suddenly, she felt her body speed up, her thrusts onto Peter's prick became more urgent until her body felt the waiting orgasm return to the wings and a calmness settle over her body.

"Right." said Peter, we need to get organized. "We need to get showered and some breakfast and then discuss how we go about the rest of the day. Roberta suddenly realised, she was beginning to feel stressed, her body was telling her she did not want to have Peter leave her pussy, but realising the sense in what Peter said, she braced herself and suddenly twisted away from him and as she did so, she let out a loud yelp as his swollen knob stretched her muscular entrance once more.

Heading for the toilet, Roberta was amazed at just how little urine she had to discharge, a couple of thimblefuls at most. Diving into the shower, she scrubbed her sweaty body revelling in the feel of the hot soapy water running over her body. As she turned off the water and began to dry herself, she realised that she felt a deep emptiness inside her, her body was missing the presence of Peter's cock inside it. She also felt a building sense of frustration, knowing she was not longer on the edge of an orgasm. Quickly she finished drying off and ran into the lounge to find Peter already showered and sitting at the table drinking fresh orange juice. Lifting his glass, he smiled and said, "Room service."

Roberta swiftly crossed to the table and sat facing Peter. "Do you feel it?" she said.

"What?" he replied.

"We've lost it. We have lost the orgasm." she cried.

"Then let's get it back." he said, looking down at his fully engorged dick.

Roberta whimpered and leapt into his lap, raising herself and falling on his rod in one smooth movement. She cried out with pain as his dick punched its way through her portal and buried itself deep in her pussy. Again she cried out as the end of his dick collided with the mouth of her cervix and nestled even further into its neck.

Roberta threw her arms around Peter's neck and then began to pound her pussy down on his prick. His stiff rod bludgeoned its way up and down her pussy, abrading the sensitive walls as it slid by. On an on Roberta pounded, feeling her body being recharged, feeling her orgasmic state returning.

At last she groaned with pleasure as she hit the edge thrilling as she heard Peter's soft moan as he reached it too.

Dropping down onto his lap, Roberta felt the whole of Peter's throbbing pole buried deep inside her. Slowly she began to grind her pussy into his groin, feeling her insides being stretched and twisted by the enormous girth of his embedded lance, his fully engorged head rubbing against the hot wet slippery folds of her vaginal canal.

Once more the couple's eyes met. Nothing was said. It was left to Roberta to maintain their orgasm on the edge with her soft grinding in Peter's lap. Even as they fucked they were able to eat a light breakfast of juice and croissants topping up their energy levels.

After what seemed an hour or more, Peter groaned and reaching for Roberta's hips, lifted her from him.

Roberta whimpered as she felt his hard tumescence pulled from her core and a feeling of incredible emptiness swept over her. "What are you doing?" she keened.

"We need to practice our build-ups, ensure we can peak and hold it." He replied. Picking her up, he carried her over to the bed and dropped her onto her back. Picking up the phone, he called for an ice bucket which was quickly delivered. Carrying it over to the bed, he reached inside and closed his fist around a couple of ice cubes. Looking into her eyes he said, "Sorry, but we need to bring you down quickly." Dropping to the bed, he crushed the cubes to Roberta's clit, rubbed vigorously before plunging them into her vaginal canal.

Roberta screamed as the shock of the ice punched into her body, instantly killing all traces of her hovering orgasm. Her body shook and shuddered as she slowly lost all feeling in her pussy and cried at the loss of what had been her ever present orgasm. Suddenly, her cries became gasps as she felt Peter's hot, wet mouth sucking at her right nipple and felt the rush of blood to her crowning glories. Within seconds, her soft nipples had become tight, hard points of erogenous flesh, the surrounding skin stretched to its limits as her blood continued to inflate and harden them. Roberta felt as though her breasts were on fire as Peter caressed them and fed greedily on her distorted tight nubs, sucking and chewing the distended nipples.

Peter was amazed at just how tight and hard Roberta's nipples were, he sucked each one into his mouth but was unable to bend either one by force of his tongue. Squeezing her breast flesh and rolling the nipple he was not sucking between his thumb and fingers. Roberta screeched and pulled his head to her breasts.

With a small groan, Peter pulled his head from Roberta's breasts and his tongue danced and slithered down her body and attacked the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs. She cried out and clutching her hands in his hair, tried to bring his head down and bury it in her pussy. Peter resisted for a moment then stiffening his tongue, dropped his head driving his rigid muscle deeply into Roberta's pussy. Once inside he began fucking her with his tongue, licking and lightly chewing on her swollen pussy lips sending her into a frenzy.

Roberta thought she was losing her mind as sexual shocks raced throughout her body and her wet pussy became a furnace of erotic stimulation. Suddenly, Peter's mouth descended on her stiff engorged clitoris, lips closed about it as he harshly sucked it into his mouth accompanied by Roberta's piercing shriek. Gently gripping it between his teeth, he began to suck on it and began a low humming in his throat.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Roberta's body had lost all coordination and tossed and jerked to some unknown erotic beat. Her hands clenched Peter's hair in a death grip and forced his mouth onto her stiff clit. She thought she was having a seizure as her body exploded with millions of jolts of electricity bouncing around her synapses. It was here, her orgasm was rushing headlong to subsume her body driving her mad with sexual anticipation.

Roberta's scream must have been heard across the whole of the Ranch complex. Her lungs filled and she screamed again as the freezing ice cold surface of the cubes attacked her hot flesh. Her clitoris shrank instantaneously as she felt the cubes being forced into her passage where they killed all sensitivity, leaving nothing but emptiness.

Roberta lay and sobbed as she felt the melted cold water running from her pussy. She just felt absolutely empty and bereft. Looking across at Peter, she could see that he was still magnificently aroused, his throbbing pole twitching and pulsing at the juncture of his loins. Raising up, she reached for the ice bucket and quickly forced a handful of cubes to the base of his dick, then rubbed them up and down his shaft and around the purple head of his lance, eliciting a deep groan from him. Within seconds, his engorged flesh had shrunk and lay soft and small across his right thigh.

"Not so much of a stud now are we?" Roberta said.

"But I'm sure you can do something about that." Said Peter as he swivelled his body into a side on 69 position. "Remember," he said, "No cumming." And then wrapped his hands around her hips and slowly began to draw her into him.

"Yes." Roberta repeated, "No cumming." As she too grasped Peter's hips with her left hand whilst taking hold of his limp penis in her right. As she opened her wet lips to take him into her mouth, she could feel Peter's hot breath on her wet pussy lips.

Slowly, she fed the head of his dick into the cavern of her welcoming mouth, the slippery heat surrounding his soft flesh. At the same time, she gave a soft moan as she felt his own lips surround her dormant clitoris gently sucking and teasing it into his mouth. Neither of them were in any rush. Slowly and gently they suckled at each other's members. Peter's lance began to slowly fill with blood as Roberta herself felt her own clitoris begin a turgid ascent into full glory. Almost unmoving, the couple lay and softly suckled each other, feeling each member grow and fill their mouths with warm tumescent flesh. Tongues licked and wrapped themselves around each invader as teeth and lips were used to suck and gently bite each throbbing protrusion, slowly stoking and building the fires of sexual passion.

The couple lay locked together in mutual oral stimulation, bring each other to the peak of orgasm before quenching the desire with the ever present ice. Time and time again they screeched and groaned, crying out for completion. Roberta desperately needed to feel herself cum and clutch and hold Peter's penis as it pumped his hot seed inside her, but it was not to be. Each time their bodies were coldly shocked into submission.

Eventually, the couple became aware that the sun was setting, each astounded that they had managed to keep up the relentless sexual stimulation for so long. Rolling onto their backs, Roberta sighed. "We need to eat, I need to shower, I just need to stop."

"Yes." Replied Peter. "Let's get dressed and go to the restaurant.

Quickly the couple showered and dressed. Roberta pulled on an almost see-thru cropped top with a plunging V-neck and stepped into a pair of tight white capri pants which moulded themselves to her tight, firm thigh muscles and closed around her bubble butt like a second skin. There was no need of a bra, she knew her tits were capable of standing proud without assistance. Stepping up to the mirror she checked out her reflection. She could just detect the darkness of her nipples through the filmy material of her blouse and noted that her resting nubs raised two soft peaks in her top. The skin tight Capri pants left nothing to the imagination, clearly delineating her well aroused lips in a soft deep camel toe. She had no need of panties, the day's sexual activities had drained her of her juices so she knew there would be no damp patches to embarrass her. Shaking her hair loose, she took Peter's arm and said, "Let's go."

Entering the restaurant, they took a table and Peter ordered their drinks whilst the perused the menu. Roberta shivered as she felt the ice cold Gin and Tonic slide down her throat, thinking to herself that the ice was put to better use than that which they had so often abused during the day.

Roberta was at peace with herself. Although she was aware that an impending orgasm was quietly bubbling deep inside her loins she now knew she could control it to a large degree. Silently, she admitted to herself that she was so looking forward to returning to the room and feeling Peter's hot prick sliding deep inside her. It was almost an uncontrollable need to feel him imbedded inside her, cruising on the edge of orgasm. She was slightly disappointed that they would not have the whole of the next day to once more enjoin in oral stimulation, knowing that the early filler shots had to be put in the can.

Suddenly, her reverie was disturbed by a voice that cut to her quick, Callista! Opening her eyes quickly and looking up, she saw the tanned bitch settling herself opposite her at the next table. The tanned actress was dressed in identical clothing to Roberta's, except that hers was a light cream colour. She could see the hint of nipples pushing against the front of her blouse and looking down to her groin, could see that her pants were just as tightly moulded to her pussy and ass as were her own. Once again their eyes met and locked in mutual hatred, there was no doubt that if looks could kill, each of them would be long gone from this earth.

Roberta watched Callista as she turned to her male friend and said in a loud stage whisper, "It's a big shoot tomorrow, probably going to be the focal point and hottest scene of the movie."

"Are you in it" asked her companion.

"I'm the star in it." Replied Callista.

"What's it about then?" said her friend.

"It's a clash between myself and some Limey pussy setting her cap at my boyfriend. We end up fighting and rubbing off."

"So who wins then?" he said.

"I do of course. I pound her pussy into mincemeat and reduce her to a gibbering wreck. It's only unfortunate that they will have to re-shoot a scene or two, because the plot has the weak bitch winning the fight."

"Hell, that has to be a bummer." Said the man.

"Not really." Said Callista as she turned to meet Roberta's eyes. "At least I will have the pleasure of totally dominating the weak bitch and teaching her what a real pussy can do."

Cold fury poured through Roberta's veins and blood pounded in her head and loins. Never had she felt such hatred for another woman and yet at the same time, such sexual arousal. She didn't have to look down to know her nipples were engorging and beginning to push out the front of her blouse in two swollen points. Swelling and growing into two totally rigid fingers of hot flesh. Roberta smiled and sitting up straight, pushed her chest out in a wordless challenge. She watched Callista's eyes fall to her own chest as she herself looked for her response. Callista mirrored Roberta's movements, pushing out her own large globes and Roberta could see that her enemies nipples were equally as large and prominent as her own.

All through their meals the women continued to stare each other down, pushing their erect nipples towards each other in open challenge. Each felt their hatred build into a passion and a need to sexually dominate the other. As the meal ended, the two antagonists once more locked eyes and nodded in silent agreement, each knowing that the following days shoot would not follow any script. They were going to battle it out for total dominance over the other.

Roberta reached for her drink, throwing it down her throat and stood to leave. Her actions were mirrored by Callista and they stood glaring at each other, both sets of eyes enlarging as they saw that the other's loins were completely soaked in pussy juice. Roberta had not felt a thing, had not picked up on any dampness, yet here she was, absolutely soaking.

"Let's go." Said Peter, taking Roberta's arm. "We have work to do." Being the typical man, he had completely missed the interaction between Roberta and Callista, but that would change on the morrow.

Returning to their room, Roberta poured a large Gin and Tonic and drank it in one. She did the same with an even larger drink. Her body seethed with unleashed sexual tension. Her nipples ached and her pussy pulsed with naked desire. "Let's do this." She said and walking over to the bed, stripped off her clothing and lay back. She watched Peter as he stripped off his own clothing and hersl eyes followed him as he walked to the dressing table to pick up the KY jelly. "You won't need that." Roberta said. "I'm more than ready."

Climbing onto the bed, Peter kneeled between her thighs, his hands reaching for her breasts. "Don't." Roberta said, "This isn't romance, it's work. Get down here and fuck me."

Resting on his elbows by her shoulders, Peter slowly began to lower his hips when he felt her grip him tightly. Pulling the swollen head down, she rubbed it between her blood engorged, slippery vaginal lips, coating it with her juices before dragging it down to her entrance. Quickly her hands found his buttocks and gripped them tightly, bracing herself she let out a piercing groan as she pulled him down to her whilst driving up her own hips at the same time. His hard flesh punched its way into her pussy, the sharp edge of the crown dragging along her slippery passageway, abrading the folds of flesh forming her walls until once more, the blunt end of his prick collided with the mouth of her cervix, pushing even further into it.

"Now fuck me!" Roberta screamed twisting and writhing below him.

As if a switch had been thrown, Peter began to saw his meat into her pussy, pounding into her body, time and time again, building the passion in them both. She began to screech and claw at his back and he groaned deeply and buried himself time and time again. Sexual shocks raced through both their bodies, careening unchecked. Their nipples and genitals throbbed with intense waves of erotic stimulation as their loins slammed into each other. The black shadow of an enormous orgasm hung over them, drawing nearer and nearer, both knew they were about to explode.

"NO!". roared Peter as he drove his rigid lance deeply into her cavern and held it there whilst his arms surrounded Roberta, holding her completely still and pinning her hips to the mattress. "Don't cum, don't cum." He groaned holding her even tighter.

Roberta's mind was in a turmoil, she had been so close that she could not have stopped herself exploding into a sexual frenzy. Only Peter's shouted warning and the pain she felt as his turgid knob collided with her cervix stopped her from surrendering to the call of the orgasm. Even now she could feel the end of his prick nestling if anything, even deeper in the mouth of her cervix. She knew that because of the time of her month, she was at the height of her fecundity, as she also knew that the mouth of a woman's cervix relaxed and opened to allow the special mucus to run into her channel to provide the expected semen with the means to swim to fertilise her egg. Nevertheless, she was sure that each time they locked up with each other, Peter grew slightly longer without any loss to his girth. She also knew that currently, over half of Peter's swollen cock head now nestled inside the mouth of her cervix.

As the impending feeling of orgasm dissipated, Roberta felt her body subsumed by a warm peaceful feeling of sexual fullness. She could feel her walls constricting and pulsing around the rigid flesh of her invader as it twitched and throbbed inside her. Slowly the couple rolled onto their sides once more coming together as they had the night before. His arm slipped under her as his leg crossed over hers, pulling themselves in close. Both of their bodies now fell into a Rhythm, both were exercising their Kegel muscles, hers to tightly clasp and caress him and his to stir and twitch his rod inside her. Quickly, they established a routine. Both tried to keep themselves at the very edge of explosion but holding the accompanying emotions in check. If either felt the edge drifting away, they would speed up the gentle buffeting of their organs until once more reaching the edge.

Having reached the balance, they looked to each other and began to once more talk in soft whispers of their ambitions, their hopes and where they saw their lives going. As they did the night before, each slowly slipped into the embrace of sleep. Although their minds were resting, their bodies were still on tick-over. An observer would see that their loins never stilled, the slow, gentle thrusting speeding up and slowing down as needed to maintain the edge. Once more light groans left the lips of the joined couple as Peter's body yet again opened the valves to release the blood from his pulsating lance. Yet again, Roberta whimpered as her own body increased her vaginal grip on the softening tissue of his rod, clasping it tightly inside her, until once more the blood returned to engorge his mast, forcing it into the soft mouth of her cervix. Unknown to either, as the head of Peter's knob buried itself in the entrance of her cervix, its mouth began to suckle at the small slit at the head of his prick, as though trying to draw out the semen waiting there.

It came as no surprise to Roberta that as she awoke from her dreamless sleep that she was still locked to Peter. A few urgent thrusts of her pussy on his turgid mass, told her the spectre of orgasm was right there, waiting for a weak moment to exploit and render a devastating conclusion to their coupling.

"Time to move." Said Peter as he rolled away from her, dragging his knob out along her passage sending jolts of excitement throughout her. "It's a full day shoot today don't forget, so get your ass in gear."

Both of them quickly showered and dressed and walked over to the studio where they were met by David. "How did things go?" he asked. "You do your homework?"

Peter turned to him and said, "Don't you worry, you will get your cream pie and then some. I feel as if I have enough cum in this body to float the Titanic."

"How about you Roberta?" he asked. "Are we going to see you gush on the money shot?"

"Well," she said. "As you know, it's all down to the matter of whether Peter can get me to blow. But let's put it this way, if I do, you better be wearing a life jacket."

David roared with laughter and putting his arms around both their shoulders led them into the studio office. "Right then, here is the plan." He said. "This morning we are going to run two small studios for the filler shots. Peter, you will have to run between both studios for the blow jobs from Roberta and Callista and don't forget, when you are fucking Callista, No cumming. We have a couple of stand ins to do the paint job on her, ok?"

"Now then." He said turning to Roberta. "Are you ready for the cat fight scene this afternoon. It needn't take too long, just a bit of slapping, hair pulling, tit pushing and a pussy to pussy rub. You will both wear especially weakened costumes so you can easily tear them to bits as you strip each other."

"Is that how Callista sees things going?" Roberta asked.

"Well to be fair, she is feeling aggrieved. She thought she had your part stitched up and she does feel as though she has a point to prove. I understand she has been telling everyone that she is going to destroy you irrespective of the plot, but don't worry, I will keep right on top of it and keep it to the script.

"I'll tell you what David," Roberta said. You just shoot the scene and let me bring it to its scripted conclusion, no need to interfere."

"That might not be a good idea Roberta," Peter said. If I take off the brakes, things will get rough. I have seen Callista in sex fights and she certainly takes no prisoners, you could end up injured."

"David," she said, "You just roll the cameras and let me take care of the dirty bitch, she needs to be taken down a peg or two."

"Well if you insist, but I'm telling you now, if I think things are not going well for you and you may not make it for the big scene, I'm stopping it."

"Feel free," said Roberta, "but I don't think your services will be needed."

Once filming began, things ran quite smoothly. Roberta filmed her interactions with Peter in studio One and giving him his blow job was a walk in the park. However, she couldn't say the same for the feeling she had as the two stand ins jacked off over her and sprayed her with their cum.

Lunch quickly arrived and soon it was time for the afternoon shoot.

Roberta pondered the outcome of the forth coming sex fight as she donned her costume. Typical stock wear, black thong knickers hardly capable of covering her soft lips, half demi bra which covered very little breast wise and see-thru boob tube with 6" stiletto heels. Knowing what was forthcoming, she had had the foresight to have her hair plaited into tight bindings. Taking a deep breath, she stood and began to slowly walk to Studio Two.

Walking into the studio she immediately saw her rival across the other side, noting they had dressed them exactly the same. No matter, she thought. In a few minutes they would be wearing nothing at all. She also noted that Callista's hair was also tightly plaited into long bangs.

Locking eyes with Callista, she felt the hate as a palpable thing between them but strangely, she felt a quiet calmness descend on her and thanked Peter for all the orgasm control exercises they had carried out. She knew the fight was going to be dirty, but she also knew she would be the victor. As her own nipples began to inflate in readiness for the forthcoming challenge she could see the small points on Callista's chest swell and grow to a crushing hardness. She felt her own pussy begin to swell and lubricate and knew that Callista's pussy was undergoing the same thing. Their bodies were preparing them for the battle to be joined, tightening up the muscles in their breasts, hardening their nipples, lubricating their pussies to ease the grinding, crushing contest yet to come.

"Quiet!" yelled David and called the actresses over to him. "I just want to make it quite clear that this fight is supposed to be scripted is that clear?" Both actresses nodded their heads. "Am I also right in believing that you both want to go head to head in an unscripted sex fight?" Again, both girls nodded. "Is it to be an anything goes contest, or are there any rules you want imposing?" "We don't want any rules," Callista spat. "The only rule is to sweep this bitch up off the floor when I break her in two."

Roberta just smiled and said, "Less talk, let's Fuck!"

"Right." David said. "Roberta, I want you sitting on the end of the Motel bed. You are waiting for Peter to return and tell you he has broken up with your rival and wants to be with you. Callista, when the shoot starts, I want you to charge through the door and confront Roberta. The script says you slap her face and so that seems the best way to start. After that, I leave it up to you ladies to ad lib your way through to the end, ok?" Both actresses nodded and Roberta made her way to the end of the bed and sat facing the doorway.

A silence descended on the set and a voice rang out, "Action!".

Instantly Roberta felt a sexual thrill course through her body. It was happening, she was going to lay this bitch to rest. Pre-empting Callista's arrival she began to stand up and as she did so, the room door burst open and Callista burst onto the set.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

There was no need for acting here, Roberta could see the naked hatred in Callista's eyes. "You fucking thieving Bitch!" she cried. "You think you can just walk in and steal my man, just like that? Well you are so wrong you Cow, I'm going to break your pussy so you'll never fuck with anyone again."

Knowing what was coming, Roberta braced herself but was still rocked as Callista slapped her face with her right hand. Not quite staggering, Roberta pulled herself up and drawing her arm back, struck Callista across her face with all her strength, causing her to stagger backwards. Expecting Callista to charge at her, she was surprised to see her approach her and then slap her across the face with her left hand. The sting burned into her skin as she drew back her left hand and returned the blow with interest. Once more their eyes locked, "Bitch!" cried Callista as she slapped Roberta once more. "Cow!" cried Roberta as she returned the blow.

For over two minutes the two actresses exchanged powerful slaps before Callista reached for Roberta's plaited bang on the right of her head and grabbing it, used it to hold her head whilst she slapped her. Roberta quickly mirrored Callista's actions, taking a tight hold on her bang, she rained slaps on both sides of Callista's face. Within seconds, the faces of both actresses was a deep shade of red. It couldn't continue and Roberta was the first to grab her antagonists second bang and twist her head to the side, trying to pull her to the floor. Callista was no fool, she had been here before and she also reached for Roberta's second bang and the scuffle soon became a pulling match between them.

Almost in synch, the girls let go with one hand and then clutched at each other's blouses in an attempt to get more control. Alas, there was no control to be had. As each pulled at the other, their blouses shredded and the actresses were left with a handful of material.

Roberta felt Callista push her away and she stood to face her. For a nano second the actresses froze. Roberta looked at the pair of breasts facing her, an image of her own. Full, taught with aureoles the size of dollar coin. Like her own, the base of her nipples took up almost all of the aureoles themselves, their swollen, engorged flesh standing hard and proud like two war heads. Callista too was checking out her rival and was confronted with the same sight. Roberta's tight orbs were capped by what seemed to Callista to be all nipple with no aureole. The nipples themselves looked just as rigid and swollen as her own and looked just as deadly.

In unison they cried out, "Bitch!" and "Cunt!" as they flung themselves at each other.

Arms raised reaching for each other's bangs, the actresses bodies collided with a loud slap accompanied by screams as the stiff nipple rods of each of them drove into the soft breast flesh of her opponent. Their tight muscled breasts could not withstand the impact of their colliding bodies and having met, were forced together and outwards by the inertia of the charge. Each of them could feel the stiff rods of the others nipples digging deep into their flesh, abrading and poking as the two women struggled against each other.

Hands locked in each other's bangs and strong thighs braced, the antagonists slammed their breasts at each other, driving their nipples into each other's breasts with bruising force. Screams rent the air when on the odd occasion, rigid nipple met rigid nipple and each was forced back into their owners breasts before bending before each other. Both actresses then wrapped their arms around each other and crushing each to the other, began to grind their own breasts against those of her rival. Each of them whimpered to the pain of incredibly hard nipples burrowing into their breasts, even more so when the protagonists nipples locked up and bent and twisted against each other.

Neither of the actresses realised that during the breast fighting, they had unknowingly been thrusting their loins against the other's the friction of which had torn the material of their dresses which hung in tatters around their waists. The mats of hair at their groins were wet with their juices and rasped and rubbed as they rolled their hips at each other.

Realising the futility of their current situation, both women released their hold on the other and took a half step back. Looking down to see the damage caused to their dresses, both gasped to see numerous long silvery strands of mucus connecting their pussies, one to the other.

"You dirty cunt." screamed Callista. "Your pussy is mine!" and ripped away what was left of her stage dress. Taking a step back, Roberta removed her own tatters and looking into Callista's eyes and said, "Come and take it if you can."

With a dual scream, the women once again launched themselves at each other, breast once more being crushed between them. This time, the rival's hands fell to the others buttocks, nails digging in and clenching as they thrust their pussies at each other. Both pounded their mounds together with terrific force, at times the crack of pelvic bone meeting pelvic bone reverberated across the set. With gasps and moans the battling actresses slowed the bruising pounding and began to grind their pussies against each other, the rasping of pubic hair on pubic hair could be heard between the gasps and grunts of the combatants.

To the film crew, it was obvious that neither of the women were following the script, this had broken out into a bloody, vicious cat fight where no quarter was being asked for or given.

Both women tightened their grip on each other's ass feeling the tight rippling muscle below the skin. On and on they humped and fucked without mercy, every nerve ending tingled with sexual energy drawing in each naked body to the other, battling to subdue the other. Roberta gasped as her senses told her that her body was merging into her opponents, Callista too felt her body melting into her rivals, the two bodies merging, becoming a single fucking entity wildly fucking itself.

Both antagonists felt their clitorises growing and stretching, pumping with hot blood and straining to meet the wet pussy of the other. The need was becoming unbearable.

Roberta screamed out her ecstasy as she felt her swollen rod slip between Callista's hot slippery lips and on into her sucking, clasping passage. Maintaining her tight grip on her, she thrust up into Callista, driving her clit further into the dark tight embrace of her cunt. Roberta shuddered at the feeling of naked, raw pleasure careening throughout her body, the sense of total sexual freedom and domination as she held her rival impaled on her swollen sex horn. She could feel Callista's wet walls squeezing around her clit, contracting and trying to choke the life out it.

Callista's body was suffused with fire and she screamed as she felt her rivals clitoris invade her very core, sending wonderful shocks of erotic bliss coursing through her body. Crunching her kegel muscles tightly she crushed the invader with her pussy in an attempt to squeeze the life out of it. Desperate to even the field, Callista ground her pussy against Roberta's and suddenly felt a gap. Crying out in triumph, she drove her own rigid clitoris deep into Roberta's pussy, punching down deep into her slimy hole. Both women cried out as Callista's engorged clitoris rubbed against that of Roberta's as it slid into her

Both the actresses pussies were now irrevocably locked in sexual union. Neither of the antagonists relaxed their grip on their opponent. If anything, both women held their breath and tightened their hold, crushing their pussies together. To an outsider, it looked as both women were frozen in a tableau with no movement to be seen, but deep down inside their pussies it was a different story. Hot wet pussy walls twisted and constricted around invading clitorises whilst each of them used their internal muscles to direct their sex horns to probe and jab at the other. Both women held on for dear life, screeching and screaming their sexual frustration as their pussies tried to devour and overwhelm the other.

The battling actresses cries became deep whimperings as the grinding of their pussies grew more and more wild. Still, Roberta and Callista somehow managed to hold on. Roberta concentrated on holding in her pleasure, trying to relax, trying to keep the intense sensations from building into the orgasmic tension that would demand release. She struggled to use the sexual techniques she had learned with Peter to push back the pleasure and tension, to hold out just long enough to defeat Callista. For both women, the thought of losing to the other filled her with such revulsion that it gave her the strength to keep fighting, to keep fucking. Thrust after thrust after thrust, Roberta and Callista rode each other until both felt they were going insane with desire and pleasure. Their tortured bodies trembled with need, hot slimy juices flowed down their thighs, stretching in long silvery strands as their loins separated, a cat's cradle of mucus connecting both pussies, one to the other.

Time seemed to fly for both women, two wet slippery bodies locked in a battle of ecstasy and fused together by hatred. Neither Roberta or Callista had ever felt such intense pleasure for such a period of time. Their bodies strained and writhed against the other's, breast and stomach muscle rippling in tight combat, teeth clenched and tears streaming from their eyes they battled on. Never had Roberta been more grateful for the work she had put in with Peter, orgasm threatened to overwhelm them both and their clitorises swelled to yet greater unimaginable size.

Cursing and screaming, Roberta and Callista fell to their knees where they continued to attack each other's pussy. Eventually, both fell on their asses and then facing each other, spread their legs in a 'V' shape and slid towards each other, right leg over left. Each could see the other's swollen, throbbing pussy and the clear mucus leaking from their cores. Leaning back on their elbows, both women raised their buttocks and with dual screams, drove their pussies into a powerful collision, the wet noise of which could be heard around the studio. Both sets of hips began a grinding motion as each of the antagonists dried to drive their own pussy deep into the depths of the other. Using their powerful kegel muscles each of the women tried to contract their own labia around her opponents, locking both pussies together in a tight slippery weld of unbearable pleasure.

Both women screeched as they mated with their rival, hips raised and backs bowed, they bucked and ground into each other. Mucus could be seen dripping from their grappling genitals and loud squelching noises echoed around the studio.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yesssss!!" Roberta moaned as her body, her genitals, became one with Callista's glorious twat. The women shoved into each other with all of the power of their asses and hips. They drove deep into each other's cunts, spreading fleshy lips with lips, lodging deep inside warm, wet twats, vaginal canals lined up and sucking at each other. When they were as deep in each other as they could go, Roberta and Callista began squeezing each other, using their vaginal muscles to wrestle, to ripple and try to suck each other in deeper and harder, to squeeze and stimulate the other's clit. They reached out and grabbed the other woman's muscular, sweaty thigh. Using this grip as leverage, they worked their powerful asses and hips. Their swollen clits came together, grinding and grating head to head, sending wave after wave of pleasure racing through their bodies. Asses rippling, hips thrusting, tits bouncing furiously, Roberta and Callista fucked and fucked and fucked, each woman struggling to sexually exhaust the other, to force her rival to admit that hers was the better cunt.

The sweat poured from their writhing bodies, their tits bounced and jerked, their moans and screams and shrieks of pleasure and rage flowed. On and on, Roberta and Callista fucked, drowning each other's cunts in juices, natural womanly lubricants causing both women's lower bellies to soon be slick and gleaming. Their eyes half-closed, their asses pumping, the blonde and brunette fought on, both enjoying the battle too much to want to stop, both caught up in a miasma of hate and jealousy and pure lust. Every so often, the women pulled each other up, mashed and rubbed their tits. Mostly, however, they fought scissor-locked, gripping each other's thigh, bringing all the power of their incredible bodies to bear, squeezing cunt to cunt, sealed together in a fuck to the finish, each determined to destroy and dominate the other, no matter how long it took. They lined up their rock-hard clits and ground them together head to head, forcing exquisite pleasure from each other, both women hoping to feel the other's clit weaken and soften under the onslaught from her own sex horn. Instead, their clits grew harder and stronger and even more unbearably sensitive.

Both women eventually collapsed flat on their backs, but continued bucking and thrusting, grinding clits and squeezing cunts, they arched their backs, their massive tits bouncing ferociously, as they drove themselves into each other. Trapped between each other's luscious thighs, Roberta and Callista fucked mercilessly until, finally, exhausted and overwhelmed, they had to stop.

Locked pussy to pussy, the women lay on the floor, resting in a small, expanding pool of sweat and sexual juices. Their incredible bodies were soaked, dripping with sweat and cum. Their massive tits jiggled deliciously as they panted. Roberta had her arm thrown across her forehead, her black hair bedraggled and drenched with sweat. Calliista's arms were extended along the floor over her head, her blonde hair spread in a sweaty halo under her head. The women's eyes were closed, their luscious mouths half open as they struggled to catch their breath and regain their strength.

Raising up, Roberta leaned back on her hands and gathering the last dregs of her energy, thrust her aching pussy into her rivals. Callista screamed, "No more, please no more."

Roberta moaned in relief. At last it was over. raising her knees, she pushed on her feet and tried to slide her body away from the broken Callista. She whimpered as her progress was blocked by the unbelievable suction which tightly held her own weeping pussy to that of her rival. As she pushed harder the loud echo of a breaking suction was heard across the set and as their genitals finally parted, each pussy gushed with warm vaginal juices.

Taking the offered dressing gown, Roberta slowly stood and wrapped it around her. Peter came to her side and taking her arm, led her back to their suite.

Roberta headed straight for the large bath and having filled it, climbed into its warm relaxing embrace. She hardly heard the soft knock at the door and Peter's gentle voice, "Can I come in?"

"Of course." she replied.

Entering the bathroom he looked to Roberta and said, "Do you want me to see if I can delay tomorrow's shoot?"

"That won't be necessary." she replied. "A soak will have me back in no time."

"Right, well how about our 'homework'? I think we should give it a miss and I will move back to my suite."

Roberta could not believe the overwhelming feeling of loss when she heard him. She needed him in her bed, needed his body connected to hers. Christ, they hadn't even kissed, how could she feel this way about a virtual stranger? "No Peter, it's the last night before the shoot. Let's finish off what we have to do. Besides, I think I need to have you inside me, I miss the edge."

Roberta returned to the bedroom after drying and was handed her Gin and Tonic by Peter. "Rest awhile." he said.

"Looking into his eyes, Roberta replied, "Peter, we are professionals, we are paid to do this. There is time to rest after the shoot. All I want to do now is for us to fuck to the edge, I need the edge. Draining her drink in one go, Roberta moved to the bed and lay on her back. "I don't want the KY and I'm not that wet yet. Please be gentle. "

Peter climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs, reaching down, he clasped her buttocks and drew her thighs up onto his own. Looking down he could see that Roberta was damp but not anywhere near wet enough for penetration. Taking hold of his shaft in his right hand, he slowly began to stroke it whilst at the same time, he wet his left thumb and used it to lightly caress Roberta's clitoris. A soft sigh left her lips as her eyes closed soaking up the gentle stimulation at her core.

Peter continued to stroke his penis until he saw the clear mucus bleeding from his urethra. Pressing the head of his lance down, he gently rubbed it up and down Roberta's pussy lips, spreading it across her warm flesh. Once more he began to rub his dick as he maintained the gentle pressure on her Clitoris. A second weeping of fluid was also spread across her pussy which was now beginning to generate its own lubrication.

"Are you ready?" said Peter.

"Slowly, please." she replied.

Sliding her hips back down onto the bed, Peter placed his elbows either side of her shoulders and lowered his body. Roberta took hold of his cock and pushed the head down to her opening, leaving it there whilst she put both hands on his shoulders. "Now Peter." she said. "Fuck me."

Slowly Peter began to push his hard swollen knob at her entrance, pushing, pushing. Feeling himself gaining ground millimetre by millimetre. The resistance of her passage became stronger and he exerted more force until she gasped and he felt his crown punch into her hot wet passage. Then he felt her hands on his buttocks pulling him to her and he dropped his hips in response.

Roberta keened as she felt the edge of his crown force a passageway down her channel, pushing aside her clasping walls, abrading the nodules and finally, surging into the mouth of her Cervix. He was deep Roberta thought, deeper than he had ever been before. Almost the whole of his crown was now lodged in the mouth of her cervix and yet she felt no pain. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Roberta sighed and whispered, "Take me to the edge Peter."

Slowly, Peter began to slide his lance in and out of her tight pussy, feeling her clasp him on each withdrawal and open to his penetrations. Soon he had built up a rhythm to which Roberta responded by raising her hips to meet him. He could tell by her small gasps she was nearing her peak. Her arms around his neck pulled tighter and he suddenly found her legs were wrapped around his waist, raising and opening her cunt to his attack. Deeper and deeper she gasped, tighter and tighter her vaginal walls clasped him, her hips were being thrown up to meet his plunges.

"I'm there!" she screamed.

Once more Peter drove his thick rod deep inside Roberta, pinning her to the bed whilst he held her immobile. "Don't cum." he cried, "this is the last time."

Roberta thought she had lost it, but Peter had been in time. Held tightly to him, she was unable to open herself up to her orgasm and as she descended, it once more loomed over her. Recovering, she felt a change in her pussy. Peter's penis was still pinning her to the mattress, but now his engorged crown nestled completely in the neck of her cervix which she could feel was suckling even more strongly at his urethra trying to tease out the semen that filled his ball sack.

Quickly, they fell into their usual rhythm, establishing their hold on the edge, bodies demanding sexual release, whilst the brain denied it. Once settled into their pattern, Peter rolled them onto their sides and pulled her into his body.

As they lay side by side, they looked into each other's eyes. Both were asking the same question, how can I do this with someone for whom I have no romantic feelings. Yet each admitted to themselves that it was not true. In the short time they had been thrown together, a bond had formed, maybe not love, but a deep bond of mutual need.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

"Talk to me." Peter said. "Tell me about your life in England."

Softly, Roberta told him of her life at home and how she had bucked the family by turning to what she did for a living. She told him of her friends, and her lovers and all the time, their conjoined loins gently buffeted keeping to the edge.

"You know," said Peter. I'm a bit English myself."

"You are?" whispered Roberta.

"Yes." said Peter. "I was actually born in England. My dad served there. He was an engineer in the US Marines but when the time came to return home, my birth mother would not leave, but she let my father bring me home. How could a Mother give up her baby like that?"

Roberta began to feel a coldness build inside her, yet still the buffeting of their loins continued. Taking a deep breath, Roberta whispered, "Peter, what is your father's name?"

"OH God." moaned Roberta, "Did your father tell you the name of your real Mother?"

"Yes." he said. "An unusual name really, Galicia."

Roberta gave out a piercing scream and placing her hands on his shoulders, pushed Peter away, rolling from him and then curling up into a foetal ball, before beginning to sob and beat her fists into the bed.

"Roberta." Peter cried, "What's wrong?"

"For Christ's sake." she replied through her tears. "We have been fucking each other's brains out for the past two days and all the time we were related, We are Brother and Sister, bloody incestuous brother and sister."

"No one knows." Peter said, "No one has to know."

"We fucking know. You and your fucking sister know. That's it, she cried. movie over. I'm on the next plane out of here."

"God, you can't do that. We have to finish the movie."

"Finish the movie, are you insane? I have just told you, we are Brother and Sister. We can't go out there and fuck for the camera. It's over."

"No, you listen to me." said Peter. Do you know just who is behind this movie?"

"No I don't and to be fair, I don't give a fuck."

"Well you better start giving a fuck then, because David's backers are the bloody Mafia. Do you think they care if we are brother and sister? No, We welsh on this movie and we are both dead and don't think running off to England is going to save you. No movie, buy yourself a coffin. "

"How the hell are we going to go out there and fuck. I know you are my brother, you think I am going to let you fuck me knowing what I know?"

"For goodness sake Roberta, you are an actress. Only we know our relationship. It's a one off, we act. We go out there, I stick my dick in you, we give them the cream pie and it's done. Don't tell me you can't act that out."

"What if it gets out? Our lives will be ruined."

"It won't get out, only you and I know. Let's keep it that way."

"I don't believe we are even thinking of doing this. How can you go out there and fuck your own sister?"

"Because I have to. Only a couple of minutes ago we were locked up like a pair of frustrated lovers, what's changed really? We have to do this if we want to stay alive."

Roberta gave a shudder and said, "Okay, I'll do it, but I'm on the first plane out after the shoot. Now, please leave me."

The bright sun brought Roberta awake. Slowly, she dragged herself to the bathroom where she looked at her reflection. The night of crying had left her eyes red and dark patches beneath them. She knew that today she was going to have to act like never before.

Entering the set, Roberta saw Peter in animated conversation with David.

"What's wrong?" Roberta asked.

"What's wrong? He only wants a bloody Fluffer. The biggest porn star in the world and he wants a Fluffer."

"Well don't you have any on set?" asked Roberta.

"No. He's never needed a Fluffer before, why now for Christ's sake? Look, this is the last scene. All I want is for both of you to start out fucking slow and build up to the money shot. It can't be that hard. Roberta, you will have get him kick started."

"Let me have a word with Peter." Roberta said as she pulled him to one side. "I don't like this idea one little bit, but if we don't get you started we will be here all day. I will do it this once, but don't you dare lose it.

"That's fine, but what about yourself, are you ready for the shoot"?

"I'm not exactly dripping with the thought of screwing my Brother on set, if that is what you mean."

"Look." Said Peter. "Neither one of us are happy about the situation. Let's just get on the bed, get each other ready and give him his fuck scene and let's go home."

Roberta nodded and they both walked over to the bed. Shedding their dressing gowns, they climbed up onto the bed and Roberta lay down on her back. Peter crawled over her with his head above her pussy. Looking down between his legs, he said, "Let's do this."

Roberta looked up at Peter's cock. It certainly wasn't erect but it was two thirds of the way there. She reached up to it with her right hand and placed her left hand on his buttock pulling him down towards her open mouth. As the semi turgid head of his penis passed her lips, she let out a small gasp as she felt Peter's mouth and tongue meet her hot core, sliding between her labia.

As she slowly began to stroke him, she gently sucked the head of his lance, her tongue swirling around it and probing the small eye at its head. Her mouth tingled as it caressed his turgid warmth. Her own loins gave a shudder as she felt Peter's tongue forcing its way deep into her pussy before sliding up to take her clitoris in his mouth. Both siblings gently suckled on each other's rods, gently biting, licking and sucking the too arousal.

Although they both were aware that it was their sibling they were trying to arouse, neither wanted to admit that their own flesh and blood could get them to respond. The lie was given to this as both sets of genitals began to respond to the stimulation. Peter's rod had now swollen to a rigid pulsing mass. Roberta was sure that she had never felt it as large as it now was. Her mouth was filled and stretching to accommodate it as it continued to grow under her ministrations. Peter was equally surprised to feel Roberta's clitoris grow inside his mouth, it felt to be the size of his thumb and his tongue could feel it gently pulsing. Her pussy lips were also engorged and he could see clear mucus forming around the labia and starting to leak from the entrance to her pussy.

Looking up, Peter nodded to David who called out, "Ready on set! Keep the camera's rolling. I know there is no sound track but keep all noise to a minimum and on pain of death, you better get a good close up on the money shot. That's why we are here folks." As he turned and walked away he said, "OK Guys, let's fuck!"

Peter turned and lay down beside Roberta. Looking into her eyes he whispered, "I'm sorry. I don't want to do this anymore than you do. I just hope I can keep it up to the finish."

"That's good to hear." Whispered Roberta. "Let's hope I can keep wet enough to the end."

"Let's go!" shouted David. "Time is money"

Quickly, Peter placed his left hand on Robert's right breast and took her left nipple into his mouth. They both knew that this was how the last scene had ended.

Slowly, Peter raised himself to his knees and moved over Roberta as she spread her legs in accommodation. Looking down, Peter could see her pussy was glistening with dampness and her engorged labia spread open in anticipation.

"Camera 4, pull tight on the pussy, we want a close up of the penetration." David shouted. Looking to his monitor, David gasped as he saw the size of Peter's penis. He had been shooting him for some years now, but had never seen it as swollen as it was. He started to worry that Roberta may not be able to take it, it looked huge. As if in slow motion, David watched the head of Peter's rod slide down between Robert's pussy lips which opened around it before clasping the throbbing head. David held his breath as he watched the head of Peter's cock find the entrance to Robert's pussy. Eyes glued to the monitor he stared as the head of Peter's tool pressed tightly against her pussy entrance and watched in disbelief as the tight ring of muscle at Roberta's entrance stretched and stretched around the invader. David waited to hear a scream of pain, but only heard a deep grunt as the swollen head moved forward and quickly disappeared as Robert's tight vaginal ring closed around it.

Roberta heard David's cry for the close up and looking up into Peter's eyes whispered, "go gently." She watched Peter nod and then felt his rod slide down her pussy lips until she felt the throbbing head of his lance at her very entrance. Taking a deep breath, her hands clutching his biceps she pulled downward indicating she was ready. She began to pant slowly as she felt Peter begin a slow push and her tight vaginal ring begin to stretch in accommodation. Wider and wider, she felt it stretch, it never seemed to end. She knew he had been larger than before, and now she was feeling it in her very core. About to scream out in pain, She heard a loud grunt from Peter at the same time as she felt his head slip inside her and her muscular ring close tightly about him.

Both siblings paused for a moment in order for Roberta to stretch to meet his new larger girth. He could feel her muscular ring clasping and relaxing around his knob end and she could feel the invader pulsing at her entrance. "Are you ready?" Peter said. "As ready as I can be to be fucked by my own Brother." She replied.

Slowly, Peter began to push his rod into her hot wet tunnel. "Oh God, you are so tight." he said. Roberta groaned and whispered, "It might be because you are a lot bigger than you have ever been before. Go carefully."

Sliding his prick back an inch, he pushed forward again, slowly burying his lance inside her. She lay beneath him gasping and puffing as he continued his invasion of her depths. Eventually, he felt the head of his penis meet the back wall of her cunt and the mouth of her cervix rub against his head accompanied by a loud gasp from Roberta. Lowering his head, he whispered, "I'm not all home. If I don't stretch you now, you may be hurt when we really start fucking."

"Yes." She replied. "Do it, do it now." Then she raised her hips and pushed herself even further onto his dick. "Damn." He said. Then he pushed his rod into her, pressing home until he felt his pubic bone meet Roberta's. With effort, he held it there pushing with all his energy closing his ears to Robert's whimperings until he felt her start to relax around his length.

Lowering his body to hers, he felt her arms come around his neck and her legs hook around his thighs, her feet resting on his calves in the classic missionary position. His hands slid under her back and he took a firm grip on her shoulders to give him the purchase he would need. Both were now ready.

"OK Folks." shouted David. "Let's have some slow fucking first then build up to the money shot. Don't forget to let me know when you get there."

"Are you ready?" Peter said. Roberta merely nodded.

Slowly, Peter began to pump his rod inside Roberta. Initially there was little response just his swollen rod sliding up and down her hot wet passage, even the head of his dick seemed to be insensitive to where it actually was. Since there was no sound stage, there was no necessity for either of them to make the usually grunts and groans so they both silently fucked. She lay still as his hips rose and fell on top of her.

Roberta was not actually insensitive to what was taking place. To the contrary, she was feeling fires where no fires should be and was desperately telling herself that it was her brother who was fucking her in an attempt to dampen the flickering flames. Peter too had his own little blaze going deep in his groin but fought it with the same determination as his sister. For a good ten minutes the sibling's fucked each other like automatons, she laying there receptive and he pumping in and out of her almost lifeless body as both fought their actual feelings.

"For God's sake!" David shouted. "Let's see some bloody action, you look like a pair of wet fish."

Peter immediately responded by increasing his rate of penetration, and if anything, driving deeper into his sisters hot, wet passage. On her part, Roberta began to stroke her hands up and down her Brother's back and began to raise her hips to meet his thrusts.

Both siblings were now beginning to struggle to keep their rising passion damped down, despite their efforts, the flames were burning brighter. With Peter pistoning faster an deeper inside her, Roberta had to bite her tongue to stop herself crying out her need.

"For fuck's sake!" David cried out. "You are supposed to be lovers. You haven't even kissed each other. Let's see some spit swapping."

The Sibling's eyes met. This was the one area into which they had not ventured. Which, considering the amount of fucking they were currently engaged in, seemed to be a bit of a nonsense. Beneath him, Peter saw his sister lick her lips, wetting them for the expected kiss. He mimicked her actions and slowly began to lower his head.

Both siblings could feel the heat from the other's breath as their lips came together. Slowly, their lips rolled against each other, slipping and sliding as their mouths opened to receive each other's tongues.

As their tongues entered each other's mouths to do battle, meeting in a hot swirl of slippery muscular combat, the Siblings bodies froze just as Peter embedded his tool deep inside his sister. Muscles now locked in an unmoving tableau which seemed endless.

Suddenly, the set was overwhelmed by a loud, high pitched feral scream accompanied by a reverberating animal roar. The kiss had been the switch, the straw that broke the Camel's back. As the siblings wet tongues went into battle it caused sensory overload. All of the withheld passion in each of them now exploded instantaneously. Firestorms now consumed both siblings. Electrical pulses now tore through their bodies, their brains flooded by brilliant colours and an overwhelming immeasurable lust

The professional porn stars were now reduced to the basest animal level. Within nano seconds, the professional shoot had descended into a wild feral rut. Roberta's legs came up and locked around Peter's hips as her fingernails clawed and gouged his back, screaming out her ecstasy, her breasts bouncing and shaking as Peter abandoned all thoughts of a gentle fucking. Now he needed to dominate his mate, drive his prick home and flood her pussy. Impregnate her with his genes. His pounding thrusts into his sibling were accompanied by his animal howls which were themselves accompanied by Roberta's feral screams as she pounded her hips upward to meet her ravisher.

"Christ almighty." David said to the team. "They are fucking, they are fucking for real. Make sure you get every second of this, we have a blockbuster on our hands."

On and on the siblings fucked, both fused bodies a mass of mind blowing stimulation. Not only were they fucking, they were fighting too. Whilst Roberta, screamed, clawed and bit her brother, he held nothing back and raped her, pounding his enormous penis into her very depths as she screeched for more. He mauled her breasts and bit her nipples as she ripped her fingers into the flesh of his buttocks urging him onward and deeper.

It couldn't last, both siblings were out of their minds with lust, a nuclear explosion was imminent.

"Yes, Yes, I'm coooommmmmmiiiinnnngg!" Roberta screeched.

At the same time, Peter almost withdrew his lance before smashing it deep into Roberta's pussy where he held it tight.

An ear bursting scream tore through the studio as Roberta's body bowed, her hips thrusting up and lifting Peter, both joined at the loins as he held her breasts tightly.

Suddenly, the set was filled with a hiss and a powerful spray of come and urine began to spray out from the siblings locked loins. The spray soaked them both, the bedding and the floor, pumping out to Roberta's orgasmic screams and Peter's animal grunts. The crew could see both sets of buttocks tightly flexing and pumping as she sprayed her juices and he filled her depths with thick viscous seed.

Deep inside, the seal was tight where Peter was pumping his sister full of his ejaculate. Roberta's cervix had slightly opened and her orgasmic contractions made it dip its mouth into the lake of semen, it allowed the free flow of the mucus that enabled the millions of sperm to swim the passage into the womb and then onwards, one to fertilise the egg that lay waiting in her fallopian tubes.

Eventually, the shrieking, shuddering couple fell back to the bed, Roberta laid back in sheer exhaustion. Slowly, Peter began to raise up and withdraw his prick from his sister's depths.s

"Get this!" David cried. The camera shot to close up in response.

If anything, Peter's cock was even larger, his siblings labia stretched tightly around it. Slowly his lance withdrew from deep inside her, the stretching of her muscular entrance heralding the imminent departure of his dick. Ever the professional, Peter paused for a second before quickly pulling out and rolling to the side.

Suddenly, Roberta's stretched orifice was filled with thick white seed running in a river, down between her cheeks and pooling on the bed. On and on the stream ran encouraged by the internal pulses of Roberta's vagina until slowly, very slowly, the flood ceased.

Within seconds, Roberta had her dressing gown on and ran from the set to her suite. Within ten minutes, she was laid in a hot bath, trying to scrub away her guilt and erase the memories of the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Within an hour, there was a knock at her door. David entered and said. "I just thought I would tell you that that was some acting and there will be a hefty bonus payment coming your way. Oh, I also brought you your morning after pill, we don't want any accidents do we?" He then handed her the pill which he had been given by his researcher who had purchased the same quite cheaply from the Internet.

Roberta opened the foil and in perfect symmetry, her waiting egg was fertilised as the useless piece of chalk fell down her gullet into her stomach.

"I'll be leaving on the next plane out of here, and please, don't call me again. I have no wish to work for you and your mafia thugs again."

"Mafia? What the fuck are you talking about?" said David.

"Peter told me, your backers are the Mafia, don't deny it."

"Why would he tell you that?" Said David. "This whole thing is a joint finance between me and Peter. Mafia my arse."

Roberta's scream could be heard across the ranch...