We sat around in the darkness drinking after dinner. Many of the support crew had piled into two buses for the trip back into Granada and their nighttime quarters. A dozen of us opted to stay at the site and sleep there –sleep and other things.
The site had a few armed guards that patrolled the site. This part of Nicaragua was supposed to be ‘safe’ from the remaining ardent Sandinistas or Ortega’s vigilantes. Our guards were from out of the country and neutral to any of the local causes.
Jill Danes praise for my evening’s performance sat well with my ego; something I kept trying to subdue. At that moment, she lay on the edge of the couch in her trailer, mostly under me — nude, her legs spread and pulled back near her chest, so I had maximum access, and my cock could go as deep as possible. My cock had augured into her to maximum depth several times in the past minute, each time resulting in Jill gasping for breath before pleading me to go faster and harder.
I told her, “And you, Miss Danes, have one of the most comfortable and sexy cunts in the western world.” I jammed my cock into her again, and she gasped and moaned. Each time I’d slid into her I had felt the muscles on the wall of her love sheath ripple and try to hold onto me, heightening the stimulation for both of us. Jill had what many called a ‘snapping pussy.’
Jill said in a soft voice, “Well, Mr. Mellon, isn’t it about time you filled my little hole with a gallon of that white spunk juice you distribute so well and in such generous quantities.”
“If you insist, Miss Danes.” To the sound of her groans, I sped up my thrusts into her vagina until my hips became a blur to those watching. I could keep this up indefinitely, thanks to training in Tantric sex that a dear friend in Florida had taught me, or I could acknowledge my own needs for release and do exactly as Jill asked: fill her pussy with a large amount of jism.
Jill’s eyes rolled up in her head as I started my staccato pounding into her cunt. “Oh fuck … Oh … Oh … Oh … Oh … Oh …” She went on and on, each sound rising in pitch and intensity as I brought her nearer and nearer to the ‘Big O’ as she called it. This cum would be especially intense for her unless she was immune to what I’d learned about her responses.
“OH, FUCK … ME!” Jill screamed, as she grabbed at my shoulders and used her legs to wrap around me and jerk me into her body.
I had allowed my own orgasm to approach as well, so as she came my jets of cum started to surge from my body into hers. The first few shots were the most intense and carried the most fluid. I hadn’t stopped pumping, but my pace had slowed. Even as I continued to cum — as did Jill — my fucking motions started to whip up a white froth in her well-fucked pussy.
When I maxed out on my own sensitivity, I yanked my cock out of Jill, pulling some of the cum with me. The fluids immediately started to gush from Jill’s cunt in what looked like white suds — drippy but with lots of small bubbles. My sharp withdrawal made Jill writhe and cum again, maybe at a lesser intensity.
Jill looked at me through half-closed and glazed over eyes, “My God, you fuck well. No one else can do that to me. I am your devoted slave for life so long as you do this to me a dozen times every day.”
I put on my fake cowboy drawl I called on frequently, “Why ma’am, we are just a doing the best we can with what we have to work with. You give me a lot to work with.” I reached up and gently twisted her left nipple — a tit so erect I thought it might be painful for her. Jill moaned and writhed into my groin again, moving her hips to recapture the cock I’d extracted from her.
I caught my own breath, not immune to the energy I had just used to satisfy my leading lady and co-star.
Across the room of the expandable motorhome, Claire had her face buried in Ellen’s cunt, her tongue working to bring yet another orgasm into the room. In her own pussy, Claire had a vibrating egg inserted; Ellen had the control to the device in her right hand and as Claire lapped at her privates she’d adjust the frequency or intensity of the egg’s vibrations. Thus, both of them were writhing, twisting, and moving their hips in a highly sexual manner.
“Anyone over there want sloppy seconds,” I said as I offered up Jill’s sodden pussy.
Ellen looked at me through her half-eyes and nodded in the affirmative. I gestured for her to come across the small space between us and ‘do’ Jill. Claire let up her ministrations, and I saw Ellen turn off the control for the egg.
Both girls came over and knelt by Jill and me. Claire grabbed my cock since she was closest, and swallowed the still erect shaft. I no longer needed cleaning; she’d taken care of that with one gulp.
Ellen locked her mouth on Jill’s cunt, tongue in motion, as she sucked the fluids from her cunt. After Claire had turned her attention to Jill, she tapped Ellen on the shoulder. Ellen pulled away and started a French kiss with Claire, the two of them immediately snowballing my cum and Jill’s girl juice between them. Ellen moved up and repeated the process with Jill who welcomed the lewd activity.
As Ellen and Jill mixed it up, Claire smiled enigmatically and came to me, thrusting the last of the snowball she had kept into my mouth for us to share. I played the game with her to her delight, our tongues dancing back and forth into each other’s mouth as the cum, Jill’s juice, and the saliva from Ellen and Claire gradually disappeared.
Claire finally announced, “Oh that is so fucking hot. I love doing that. I’m not sure there’s anybody I’d do it with, but you inspire me. I love you.” We locked into a wild kiss again.
When we were sated and somewhat exhausted, I asked Jill, “Hey, where’s Barry? I thought he wanted a piece of you tonight?”
Jill said in a dreamy voice, “He’s in his motorhome fucking that cute little Spanish script girl he’s taken a shine to. She may kill him before tomorrow, she looked that horny for his cock as they walked back after dinner.” Our motorhomes were a short distance from the filming site so they wouldn’t show up in any of the exposures.
Jill shifted around and slowly stood, putting a hand on Ellen’s shoulder to steady herself. “Oh, I am so royally fucked … and I am so smelly and cum soaked, I’ve got to take a shower. Do you all want to sleep over here … no wait, I already know the answer — the three of you like to be exclusive when you sleep together. I think that’s so sweet. Go ahead, I’ll tidy up here and go to bed.”
Ellen and Claire stood and slid into their shorts, tucking their thongs into a pocket. The shirts went on, but left unbuttoned around their taut breasts. Boots on, and then we were out the door to go to our motorhome. I picked up my clothes, and slipped on my briefs and boots.
In the shadows, I saw one of the guards on patrol. If he saw us he didn’t acknowledge. We passed Barry’s motorhome, and chuckled as we heard the moaning and feminine shrieks of pleasure from the bedroom end of the home.
We went into our own motorhome, and soon both girls stripped and headed for the postage stamp-sized shower-bath combination. I had to pee, so I told Ellen, “I’m going outside to pee; back in two minutes.” I tossed the rest of my clothes onto the couch, and went outside.
I didn’t want to pee near the motorhomes so I walked about fifty feet to the edge of the clearing, faced the trees, and started to relieve myself. At that instant, I heard a scuffle, and groan from near Jill’s trailer, and then a repeat from behind me, and then several other sounds I could tell were hand-to-hand combat.
I thought to myself, ‘Fuck, here I am defenseless.’ I started to head back to our motorhome, when I felt a knife at my back. “No move, Señor.” I froze, slowly raising my open hands.
Even in the dim light coming from a few safety lights the crew left on all night, I could see two other men carrying a small body between them — Jill. She seemed unconscious as her head sagged. The trio disappeared into the woods on the opposite side of the parking lot we were in.
The man behind me poked me with the knife, “You no move, Señor, and you live a long time. Get on ground.”
I followed his instructions and lay face down with my arms outstretched. I’d been taught this submissive posture decades earlier in the Special Forces. While it took you out of the fight, it also announced to your attacker that you were no further threat and would live a day longer to even the score.
I sensed the young man move away from me. After thirty seconds, I looked around just in time to see three more young men run in the trees exactly where Jill had been taken. No one was near me.
I bolted for the door to my motorhome, jerking open the door. Claire and Ellen both stood near the bedroom drying themselves from their quick shower. I was covered in dirt; the two looked at me strangely. I blurted out, “Jill’s been kidnapped by Lord knows who. I was held at knife point, but whomever they were, I wasn’t their target. The guards must be gone or out of commission.”
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