Bea laughed as they pulled into Ellen's driveway behind her. Trent glanced over. She was staring at her phone, grinning.
"What?" he asked.
"Telling Mae and Ann about this. They are...very excited. Especially Mae. And...she's also still not really understanding why you're so amped to go after a chick over twice your age."
"What about you?" he asked.
"I dunno. Kinda? Like, sometimes I'll see a guy, like a middle-aged guy, who does it for me, but then I think 'jeez, he's as old as my dad probably', and that just kills it like right away. I don't really know why."
"I don't have that problem. I just...love older women."
"Did you always?" she asked.
"Yeah. I mean, not always, but yeah. I guess it got kinda kickstarted when, uh…"
"When what?" she asked, grinning.
"When I met Candy."
Bea's eyes widened. "Mae's mom!? Really?!"
"Yes. And then Mae sorta kicked it up again when she asked me if I'd bang Pastor Kate. I've been thinking about older women a lot sense then."
Bea laughed. "That's amazing."
"Don't tell Mae, it'll weird her out."
"Oh don't worry, I won't. Come on."
They got out of the car and joined Ellen, where she waited for them by the front door. She had a nice little house in a quiet neighborhood.
"This is a nice place," Trent said as she let them in.
"Thank you," Ellen replied. "I'm actually just about five minutes from a beach. Which, of course, means it's more expensive, but I really wanted to be near a beach." They took off their shoes and she led them into her living room. It was sparse, but nice. All the stuff was new and it all worked very well together, in terms of a visual aesthetic.
"Wow, this is...you have a really nice house," Bea murmured as she looked around, peering through an open door into a kitchen beyond. "It's so...clean."
"Thanks. I figured since I might have company I should make it presentable." She stood in the middle of the living room, looking a little lost. "I suppose we should go to the bedroom…"
"How about we chill out for a bit, get to know each other a bit more?" Bea asked. "I think it might help...relax us all."
Ellen laughed. "Is it that obvious?"
"A little. But it's okay to be nervous. Honestly, we're kinda nervous too," Bea replied. "And, if you want, we've got a little bit of weed. That usually helps calm things down...also it kinda makes us horny."
"Weed," Ellen murmured. "Ever since they decriminalized it in Bright Harbor, I've been meaning to at least try a little. I smoke a little pot in college, but then gave it up...I remember it being fun...oh what the fuck, why not? I'm trying to get laid, I might as well get a little high, too."
"That's the spirit," Trent said as they sat down together on a nice, big, comfy couch. He pulled out a joint and lit it up. Taking a few puffs on it, he passed it to Bea, who did the same, then passed it to Ellen.
"I have another if you want," Trent said when she eyed it uncertainly.
"Oh no, that's...it's fine. I mean, we're going to be swapping spit anyway...unless that's, uh, is there kissing allowed? I've been looking into, well, hookup culture online, and there seems to be a lot of debate over how okay it is to kiss while having sex...which I admittedly am having a lot of trouble understanding."
"Kissing is fine, and encouraged," Bea said.
"Very encouraged, you have...really nice lips," Trent said.
She giggled and shifted in her seat. "Thank you...okay, here we go."
She brought the joint to her plump lips and inhaled. Almost immediately she began coughing. She held the joint away from herself for a bit, then tried it again once the coughing fit subsided. This time, she didn't cough.
"Whew...okay. Been awhile," she muttered, then took another few puffs on it. "That's...quite a smell. And taste."
"Yeah, it's an acquired taste," Bea said.
"So, uh...what should we talk about?" Ellen asked.
"What do you do?" Trent replied.
"I am an editor for a major publishing house," she said, a little reluctantly.
"That's really cool," he said.
"You seemed a little unwilling to say that," Bea murmured.
"I'm sorry," she said after a moment, "it's just...whenever I tell anyone that, there's a chance that they'll immediately try to get on my good side and ask me to put in a good word for them, or insist they have the next Great American Novel, and that's all I am to them: someone who can help them get published."
"I'm sorry, that has to suck," Trent replied. "Uh...in an awkward coincidence, I am a writer. But I promise not to ask you for anything."
She raised an eyebrow. "Because you're polite or because you don't need the help."
"Both."
"So you're a successful writer?"
"I'd say yes," he replied, pulling out his phone and calling up an image of the first Demontower cover he'd saved for just such an occasion. His name was pretty obvious. "Here."
She looked at the phone and her eyes widened a little. "That's an impressive cover...wait a moment. Demontower...Demontower...I've been hearing about this."
Trent started coughing and he nearly dropped the joint. Bea laughed and took it from him.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Yes. I've seen it being passed around in some of the online places I haunt and lurk in. People seem to like it. I'm...impressed. Shit, I normally don't consider pursuing writers...but I guess I'm making an exception this time."
"Any particular reason?" Trent asked.
"Nothing personal, dear, just...writers tend to be unstable. And I am not the most stable person. Not that it's really mattered for a long time now. My love life, I mean, not my stability. Well, congrats! I'm impressed." She giggled suddenly. "I'm also...feeling it. Mmm. This is really nice. I forgot what it was like."
"It's fun," Bea said, giggling as well. Her phone buzzed. She sighed and checked it. "Hmm. Would you consent to a nude photo?"
Ellen opened her mouth, then closed it, looking thoughtful.
"To be totally clear: no is a one hundred percent acceptable answer," Bea added.
"That...takes the pressure off, at least," she said. "I...why do you want one?"
"Well, we like to immortalize these little moments if we can. Plus, his other girlfriends are rather interested in you."
Ellen shifted again in her seat, looking a little uncomfortable. "Mmm...God, I was worried enough about potentially being in your crosshairs, Bea, but two other women who might get angry and jealous?"
"Don't worry, they're totally cool with this. Honestly, if you wanted, we could talk on the phone about it, if that'd put you more at ease," Trent said.
"I...yeah, it would, actually. I'm getting more curious about you all with every passing minute, it seems. Can I smoke some more?"
"Yes," Bea said, passing her the joint and then pulling out her phone. She called up Ann, who picked it up almost immediately. She set it on speaker and set the phone down on the coffee table.
"Hey, Bea, what's up?" Ann asked.
"Is my boyfriend humping some hot mature pussy?!" Mae called.
"Oh my God, Mae, you're on speaker phone," Bea replied, laughing.
"The question stands!"
"No, love, I'm not," Trent replied. "We're at her place, getting to know each other, toking a little. Trying to ease into it."
"Like you're gonna ease into that pussy!"
He sighed. "One of my girlfriends is...immature."
"Oh yeah, which one?" Mae asked.
"Oh don't even act like either me or Ann is immature," Bea said.
"You're totally immature! Ann made a poop joke last week and you totally laughed!" Mae declared.
"We are capable of being immature, that doesn't mean we are immature," Bea said.
"Okay, okay, don't get into it or this phone call will last three fucking hours," Trent cut in. "Mae, Ann, I wanted you to talk a little with the lady that we picked up, or got picked up by? I guess she did the picking up. Ellen."
"Hello," Ellen said.
"Hi!" Mae cried.
"Hello, Ellen. I hope everything is going well," Ann said in much more reasonable tones.
"Uh, yeah...so far it is," she replied, then puffed a little more on the joint. "It's...I'm relaxing. I'm nervous, though. I haven't, I mean, I've never actually picked someone up like this. The closest I've ever gotten to doing this was going out on a date when I was eighteen and going back to his place and hooking up, and that was...very disappointing. Also over twenty years ago."
"Wait...how old are you?" Mae asked.
"Forty six."
"Whoa! Trent must be like jizzing in his pants!"
"Wow, thank you, Mae," Trent said, which caused everyone to giggle and laugh.
"He seems, uh, very happy so far," Ellen replied.
"That's good. Did you have any questions for us, Ellen? Anything we can do to make this whole thing feel better?" Ann asked.
"Ann is older than all of us, if you couldn't tell," Bea said.
"Not that much older, God."
"Well, I was just curious, I guess...what do you look like? Oh! Um, this whole thing started because you wanted a nude picture. I...would be willing to negotiate," Ellen said.
"All right, cool! What do you want?" Mae asked.
"Could I see some naked pictures of you two?"
"Sure! Trent, show her," Mae said.
"Yes, you have my permission," Ann agreed.
"Sweet," Trent replied. He already had his phone out and some pictures cued up. He got up and sat down next to Ellen, showing her the phone. "That's Mae," he said, showing her a picture of Mae atop him in the middle of sex. He'd taken the picture when she'd been riding him.
"Oh, wow," she murmured.
"Sorry if it's awful to look at me naked," Mae said.
"Oh no! Not at all!" Ellen replied.
"This is Ann," he replied, and swiped over to a picture of Ann on her back with her legs in the air, spread out, taking his dick.
"Oh, my," she murmured.
"That sounded like a good reaction," Ann said.
"It was, it's just...I was imagining something quite different for the two of you," Ellen replied, a little awkwardly.
"Like what?" Mae asked.
"Just...that you'd be more like Bea. I kept imagining two other women who were super fit and as pretty as models...oh God, this is coming out so wrong," she said quickly. "I'm sorry! I'm not saying you're ugly or anything! I just-I didn't think you'd be like...well, me."
"What do you mean?" Ann asked. "And don't worry, if you meant no offense, none was received."
"Oh, thank God," she whispered. "Just, um, well, I've definitely lost my, ah...figure, over the past decade. Slowly but surely. And it's just...nice to see someone more...well, like me. Two someones."
"Ellen, you're really very beautiful," Trent replied.
"Thank you, although I'm curious to see your reaction once the clothes actually come off," she murmured. "Ah, can I see a little more?"
"Sure. Here's another one of Mae...and here's Ann...and here's Bea getting fucking railed doggystyle like the absolute whore she is-"
"Fuck you!" Bea snapped.
"Later, love," Trent replied and she heaved a sigh and Ann and Mae both laughed immediately.
"And this is-oops! Pretend you didn't see that," Trent said, quickly skipping to the next picture.
"No wait, who was that?! She looked amazing! Like a porn star!"
"A girl named Jen," Trent replied. "She is...very beautiful. But she's more, um, casual, with me? And only really wants me to see her naked pictures. Well, me and my girlfriends."
"Oh, okay, that's fair. I won't say anything. Um...do you have anything of you all in, um, action?" she asked. "Like...a video?"
"Oh, yeah!" Trent said.
"Show her Bea getting fucking slammed! Or Bea sucking dick! She looks great sucking dick!" Mae declared.
"Mae, you are so loud," Bea complained.
"I'm excited! My boyfriend's getting laid by his dream girl!"
"Dream girl? But we just met," Ellen said.
"Oh, I mean, um, like...more like, his dream situation? He really wants to have sex with a cougar."
"Yeah, he wants cougar pussy so bad," Ann said, and he could hear the smirk in her voice. "You're going to make him so very happy."
"Well...that's good," Ellen murmured, looking pleased.
"Here," Trent said, playing a video he'd shot of Bea riding him.
"Oh...my," Ellen whispered, staring at it. "This is...wow. Actual porn, of people I'm in the room with. And it is...so arousing. Like, oh wow, I haven't been this horny in a long time."
"Ooh, sounds like you gotta get this show on the road," Mae said. "But, um, so how do you feel about the nude pic? I don't wanna pressure you or anything, it's cool if you don't want to, you just sound really hot."
"I do?" Ellen asked.
"Yeah! I love your voice."
"Well thank you! I like your voice, too! And...mmm...yeah, okay. I can do a nude picture, but I want you to promise it won't go outside the four of you." She paused. "Well, and I guess that girl Jen, too. She's so pretty. I guess it'd only be fair if she wants to see."
"We promise," Mae said, and Trent and Bea nodded.
"Yeah, you don't have to worry about that, Ellen. We're very big on privacy and respect and consent. If you change your mind, we'll delete it," Ann said.
"I appreciate that...you all are so nice! Okay, um, I'll do it. In my bed. Which I would like to go to now, because I'm so horny," she said, standing up.
"Have fun you guys!" Mae called.
"Yep, we'll be in touch. Love you, girlfriends," Bea said.
"Love you!" Mae and Ann both called.
"Okay," Bea said as she put her phone away. "Let's do this."
The three of them headed out of the living room and deeper into the house. They came into a master bedroom with a big queen sized bed. It was a nice, cozy bedroom, and he was grateful to see that there was a master bathroom attached to it.
"Hey, uh, you think a shower would be a good idea first?" he asked as he took off his shirt.
"Oh, yes, that makes a lot of sense, actually," Ellen replied.
"Care if I watch? If I know Trent, and I do, things will get hot and heavy in the shower," Bea said.
"Yeah, sure...God, it's been ages since I've done anything sexy in a shower. Like, literally over a decade. Longer, maybe." She frowned. "Don't get married." Then she hesitated, twisting her lips awkwardly. "Eh...sorry. Divorce in your forties makes you bitter. You start wondering if you just wasted the best years of your life, and if it's ever going to get better again...I'm sorry, I'm being sad and this is supposed to be happy."
"I don't mind talking with you about how you feel," Trent said as they headed into the bathroom, "but I do think it'd be best to try and push unhappy thoughts from your mind, at least for a little while. Let yourself be distracted by the...fun."
She giggled unexpected. "Yes, fun. You're right." She giggled again, longer this time, as she began taking the rest of her clothes off. "I feel...silly. Like, in a good way."
"Weed does that," Bea said as she leaned against the far wall of the bathroom.
"It's nice. I like it."
"Well, I'd definitely recommend buying more now that it's legal and easy to get," Trent replied as he finished stripping.
"Yeah...oh wow," she murmured. "You...are really nice to look at naked. Wow." She looked down at herself again, now in her bra and panties. She sighed. "I feel just...disappointing."
"You aren't disappointing, Ellen," he said, stepping up to her. He moved to give her a hug, and she responded positively. They hugged and held each other for a bit. "I'm not lying, I think you're really attractive." His hands moved to the hooks of her bra, touching them lightly. "Can I?"
"Yes," she replied. "Though you may be a bit disappointed. I'm not twenty two anymore, and my tits…"
He unhooked the bra and pulled it slowly down her arms, revealing her pleasantly large breasts. "Are really nice," he murmured, setting the bra on the sink counter without taking her eyes from them. He reached out and cupped them gently, careful to read her body language in case she got uncomfortable with what was no doubt an intense intimacy. As far as he knew, she was telling the truth, and she hadn't gotten topless for or had her breasts touched by another man in decades.
"You really like them, huh?" she asked with a small, almost cautious smile.
"Oh yes," he replied, massaging them gently, feeling lust rumbling through his body, slowly gaining in power. "I really do."
She giggled again. "Thanks for not getting rough with my bra. They're expensive and kind of hard to find more that are just right."
"God, I know, right!?" Bea said. "It's even worse for Ann."
"What about Mae? She had really big boobs," Ellen murmured as he kept feeling her up.
"Mae opted out of bras at some point. She just wears undershirts. Or nothing, depending on her mood."
"Oh...that must be nice."
"It is. I've been saying fuck it to bras more recently," Bea said.
Trent slowly slid his hands around to her back, stepping closer to her and looking down into her eyes. She looked up into his eyes, nervous but horny. He slid his hands slowly down her back and into her panties, getting a good grip on her ass.
She had a really nice, fat ass, very pleasantly padded and wonderful to touch.
He kissed her. She moaned and immediately responded, leaning into the kiss. Soon her tongue was probing his mouth and he set his forward to meet hers. He tasted her, and experienced the wonderful lusty dance of twisting tongues.
After a moment, she broke the kiss. "Oh my," she said, fanning herself a little. "I'm-whew! I'm horny! Oh God, I'm so horny! Let's get in the shower."
"All right," he replied. "Don't forget to take your panties off."
"Oh, right, yes."
While she got her panties off, he got the shower started up. He glanced at Bea. She was watching him with a sultry grin. She looked encouraging. He smiled back at her and then got into the shower with Ellen. Almost as soon as they got under the water, she started kissing him again. Trent kissed her back, running his hands over her body.
He wasn't entirely sure what he felt, beyond lust, as they made out and touched each other. This felt utterly surreal, though it was a somewhat different flavor of surreality as compared to how he felt when he hooked up with someone new. It hadn't really been like this with Claire or Jen or Tabby. It probably had to do with the fact that Ellen was a stranger to him, and much older. It wasn't just that she was older, it was that she seemed older. Tabby had over a decade on him, and while she did seem more mature, she still seemed young, like him and Bea and Mae.
"Oh," Ellen said, pulling back.
"What?" he asked. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah, I'm great," she replied. "It's just that...well, we talked a little about protection. I still should probably use a condom, but...what about oral? I don't have any kind of protection and...well, if you ask me to, I'll suck your dick with a condom on, but it's not really much fun for either of us, to be honest…"
Trent looked over. "Bea?"
"Hmm. You're sure you're clean?" she asked.
"Yes. Oh, I should've mentioned that. Duh. I did get a test after my divorce at one of those clinics and it came back negative. I figured, you know, you can never really know if someone was faithful all the time, so it was worth checking. Plus, there was the distant chance that I could've gotten something some other way. So, I guess you have my word? I could go find the paperwork or the e-mail if you wanted…"
"Hmm. Hold on." She began typing on her phone.
"So, enjoying yourself so far?" Trent asked, his hands on her hips still.
She smiled. "Yes. I feel...sexy."
"Good! You are." He looked down at her naked, wet body. Her soft orange fur, her honestly big, hot tits and big, hot hips…
"You really think so, don't you?" she murmured, studying him closely.
"Yeah! I really do. You are so hot. I fucking love your hips, and your thighs are fantastic. And these tits! They're amazing." He cupped them again for a bit. "Honestly, I was glad you weren't disappointed."
"What?! How could I have been? You're obviously really hot," she murmured, looking down at him again.
"It has not been obvious to me for most of my life. Shit, it still isn't. I'm kind of just taking everyone's word for it."
"You're really handsome," she murmured.
"Okay, good news," Bea said. "Where are you at on pregnancy, Ellen?"
"What? Oh, uh, I can't get pregnant anymore. I'm, well, I had the surgery awhile ago."
"Well, here's the thing, I've spoken with the others and we all ultimately feel like we can trust you not to have anything, so unprotected oral is on the table. Which, dear lord, are you in for a treat. How long has been since you've had your pussy eaten?" she asked.
"Oh my God...years and years."
"Trent is amazing at eating pussy."
"Oh...is that so?" she murmured, grinning at him.
"Yes. I can personally attest to this fact. But, here's the more important thing, we three have concluded that if pregnancy is off the table and you don't have any STDs, then what's the point of using a condom? Now, one hundred percent no pressure to anyone, but if you'd like to go raw then...you've got the green light from us."
"Huh," Trent murmured.
"I imagine you'd like to have unprotected sex?" Ellen asked.
"Most certainly, but not if you aren't completely comfortable with it," he replied.
"Hmm...I must admit, I've always hated condoms. And there was certainly a part of me was hoping for a wild, fun ride of protection-free sex with a handsome stranger far too young for me...oh fuck it, Bea's right: if pregnancy and STDs are off the table, condoms are meaningless. So let's just...fuck raw."
"All right. And, with that in mind…" Trent got down on his knees. "How about you put one foot up on the side of the tub there…"
"Oh! Wow, you're going to-okay."
He ate her pussy as best he could. From the sounds she made as he began to lick her clit and stick a finger up inside of her, it was a pretty good job. He was nervous, though. Besides this being a new woman he was getting intimate with, she was also more than twice his age and had been married for about as long as he'd been alive.
Then again, that probably worked in his favor. By her own admission she hadn't had sex for years now. Not that he took it as an excuse to be a lazy lover, but more he took as reassurance that he was probably going to be very appreciated for his efforts. That boosted his confidence, and he continued eating her out and fingering her until she orgasmed twice.
"Holy shit!" she panted as she finished with the second orgasm and motioned for him to stand back up. "You were not kidding about that pussy eating...oh my," she whispered, leaning on the wall. "My legs are shaking! My legs haven't shook like this for over a fucking decade!" She laughed and kissed him on the mouth, then got down onto her knees. "Now, Trent, why don't I show you what a divorced middle-aged woman can do with her mouth."
"I would love to find that out," he replied.
She laughed, then gripped his cock and licked up the bottom of it. He groaned and felt a shiver run through his whole body as she began licking his dick, dragging her tongue across the head over and over until finally she slipped it into her mouth. She began bobbing her head smoothly, her lips going up and down over his head and sending not just blasts of pleasure but fucking shockwaves.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned. "That's-holy shit, how are you doing that!?"
She giggled and responded by continuing to suck his dick.
"Okay, I need to know your secret because I have not gotten that reaction out of him," Bea said. "Also, Ellen, oh my fucking God, can I please take a picture of this? You look amazing sucking dick. I promise I won't send it until you sign off on it."
Ellen paused for just a second, then raised one thumb in affirmation.
"Thanks!"
Bea snapped a picture and Ellen kept on sucking. And then she stopped suddenly. "You know what? Film it."
"Seriously?" Bea asked.
"Yeah. Might as well. If I feel weird about it I'll just ask you to delete it, but I've always wanted to know what I look like doing this stuff on camera."
"Okay, okay, okay. Go back to work. Aw man, can Trent bust on your face? That would look really fucking hot!"
"Yeah, all right," Ellen replied, grinning up at him.
"Go," Bea said, aiming her phone at them.
Trent groaned again as she resumed her slow suck. She was doing something with her lips that was fucking beyond incredible. It was definitely the best head he'd ever gotten. She knew something and he had to find out what. She moaned as she worked his cock, getting her fingers involved, encircling his erection with her thumb and first two fingers, using it in tandem with her lips and her tongue. He panted and groaned in pure bliss.
"Gonna go!" he cried when he couldn't hold on any longer.
She took his dick out of her mouth, crouched down while looking up at him, then began jacking him off smoothly and rapidly. He let out a long groan of absolute bliss as he started cumming. He shot his load all over her beautiful, mature face, stringy white spurts of his seed blasting out of him and getting onto her cheeks, her forehead, across her nose, in her mouth, which she had open. She kept jacking him off until there was nothing left, then she put his dick back into her mouth and sucked whatever was left out, sending an extra burst of pleasure into him.
"Holy. Fuck." He leaned against the wall panting. "That was...goddamn."
"Glad to see I still can do it," Ellen replied as she stood up and began cleaning her face off. "How'd it look, Bea?"
"Amazing, Ellen! You look like a legit porn star!"
"Oh wow, I need to see this," she replied.
They finished cleaning themselves off and then got out and dried off quickly. They didn't bother to pull on any clothes, instead moving back to the bedroom. He and Ellen sat down on the bed and accepted Bea's phone. She first looked at the pic Bea had snapped.
"Oh wow...did you put a filter on this or something?" Ellen murmured.
"No, I didn't. It's one hundred percent unaltered. You just look that good."
"That's...so wild," she said.
"I told you, you're a really hot woman, Ellen," Trent said.
"Hmm...okay, let's see the video."
She fired it up and they watched as Ellen sucked him off, both of them wet and naked, and damn if it didn't look like a pretty legit amateur video. Bea held it steady and Ellen did indeed look fantastic sucking dick.
"I...never knew I looked good sucking dick," she murmured.
"Right?! You look like a porn star! In the best way. Like, hot. You look like sex, Ellen. You're gonna look really nice fucking."
"I hope so...oh! I guess you want that one picture of me naked and posing. Here."
She laid out on the bed and posed like a model, lying on her side and propping her head up on her hand, raising one knee. She frowned as she looked down at herself. "Are you sure this looks good?" she asked as Bea aimed her phone.
"Yes! Really, Greek Goddess, Ellen. Royalty. You know that being skinny used to be unattractive?" Bea replied. She snapped the picture.
"Really?" Ellen replied, accepting the phone and studying it.
"Yeah. I guess it was like, if you were skinny or fit that meant you had to work, physically, for a living, and you were poor. But if you were heavyset it meant you were rich and could just lounge about all day."
"Huh...wow, again, this looks better than I thought it would." She pursed her lips as she studied it for a long moment. "Okay, you can keep it, and the other stuff, the video, the pic. And you can send the pics to your girlfriends if you want."
"They will be so very grateful," Bea replied as she accepted her phone back.
"Good. Can we, uh...keep going? I'm still horny and I...want dick." She giggled. "I can't believe I just said that."
"The desire for dick is something I can deeply relate to. Especially after meeting him," Bea said.
"I really what know what it feels like."
"And I want to know what you feel like," Trent replied, getting up against her again.
"Come find out."
"You two are so hot together," Bea whispered as they began kissing. Ellen moaned as he started pleasuring her again, rubbing her clit and making her writhe around. He kept going until she grabbed him and pulled him towards her.
"Now!" she groaned.
He got atop her, and then he slid inside of her, and it was perfect.
"Oh yes...ah...Bea?" she moaned.
"Yeah?"
"Film this too."
"All right."
They both groaned as they began making love, the pleasure intense and raw and absolutely blissful. He kissed her as he began pushing into her, going slowly at first. She kept moaning, spreading her legs out wider, taking his cock again and again. He lost himself once more inside of a beautiful woman, in the experience of their lovemaking.
She was soft and warm against him, so wonderfully welcoming, moaning almost incoherently as he fucked her.
"Trent! Oh...yes...oh my fucking-oh! Right there! Ah yes! There!" she cried when he got one of her legs up in the air and adjusted himself.
"Right there, huh?" he asked, grinning down at her.
"Yes! There! Right there! Oh fuck!" she shrieked as he began hitting it harder, pressing right into her oh so sensitive place, the pleasure rolling through him like a wave.
He fucked her until she had an orgasm, and it was a really loud one. She let out a panting series of moans that grew louder and louder until she was crying out, thrashing around on the bed as she came, and somewhere in that as she got hotter and wetter inside, he lost control of himself and let out a loud, grunting moan as he began to cum inside of her.
It was beyond paradise.
He came deep inside of her, on his knees now, crying out as he thrust all the way within her, both of her legs up now, one resting on his shoulder, the other in his hand. They came together and it was so intensely gratifying that for a moment he really felt like he might pass out.
But the feeling passed, and the orgasms died off, and they were both left panting furiously, gasping for breath, and he pulled out of her and flopped down onto the bed beside her.
"Holy fuck," Bea whispered. "That might've been the hottest thing I've ever filmed."
"I gotta see it...in a minute...I think I need another shower," Ellen panted.
"Same," Trent groaned. "Holy crap, I think I almost threw my back out."
He took Ellen's hand and she immediately laced their fingers together, and they laid there together holding hands for a long time.