Ann: A Love Story Ch. 05

It was the way Dawn had said for me to watch the scene; the connotation from the inflection in her voice had been hidden to me at the time. I was so bewildered by her getting up that I had missed it then. Running that sentence back and mentally replaying as a soundtrack to the film, I was more convinced than ever that Dawn was just as excited by this action sequence as the slow-mo facial before it.

Dawn leaned over the loveseat from behind me, putting her head next to mine as she moved her hands down my chest to play with my nipples.

"Enjoying the movie, lover?"

"Mmm-hmm. But it would be better if you were here next to me."

"Patience, lover. This scene's almost done, and you're going to want to see the next one. I guarantee it."

"Okay...but that doesn't mean you can't sit with me to watch it."

"Actually, it does, babe. I'm in it."

Dawn let out a giggle, and I was going to look over my shoulder to see what she was talking about. But the guy on screen said he was going to cum, and even though I knew what that meant, I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. I knew how it was going to end, but I didn't, and I needed to see it.

It had become my favorite scene in the movie, and the ending sealed it. At this point, the girl in the movie, who was going by the name of Amanda, pulled off the guy, whom she was calling Dean. They had been going at it doggy style at the end, and she spun around and took the cock in her mouth to finish him off. It's a commonplace move in porn now, but then, going ass to mouth was practically unheard of.

My eyes flew open as 'Dean' unloaded his balls into 'Amanda's' mouth. She let the load seep past her lips, not trying to swallow. The cum ran down her chin, making a slimy white trail as it ran down between her breasts. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. If Dawn had been sitting next to me, I would have had my cock buried somewhere deep inside her. I had no willpower left after that.

I think Dawn knew that, which was she was still standing behind me. The scene faded to black and was about to take an illogical segue way to the next, as porn movies often do, when Dawn paused the movie.

"Ready, sis?"

Jill sounded nervous, but she said, "Yes. Are you?"

"This is your thing, Jill. But like I said, I'm willing to help."

"Okay, let me get set."

Mark and I looked at each other as Jill got up, her hand holding something as she walked toward her room. She came back wearing a bright white bikini that contrasted dramatically against her tan skin, and a pair of matching white sandals. She held a straw shoulder bag in her hand as stood in the entrance to the hallway and took a deep breath.

"Okay, Dawn. Go ahead."

Dawn hit the play button, and set the remote next to me on the loveseat. She leaned in and quickly whispered into my ear to pay attention, and then she stood and backed up, disappearing into the shadows of the room. She had taken the time to blow out all the candles in the room, and that was the first time I noticed.

On screen, a gorgeous blond walked into the frame. She was on a secluded beach, and she was wearing a white bikini and carried a straw shoulder bag. The imagery wasn't lost on me, or Mark. But I'm sure we were both thinking the same thing, which was, 'What the fuck?'

Suddenly Jill entered our vision, walking next to the television in just the same way the girl on the scene did. She even looked the same, save for my dried cum in her hair. She must have cleaned her face before coming back out.

Jill and the girl on the screen both looked around, confirming they were in a secluded spot, and then they both pulled out towels and spread them out. The blond in the video was spreading her towel on the sand; the blond in the living room did the same on the sandy colored carpet. In unison, the sandals were kicked off. We were watching visual stereo.

Everything the girl in the video did, Jill mimicked at the same time, which was all the more amazing in that she wasn't watching the movie. She was looking toward us like we were the camera. There were no sounds other than the crash of waves on the beach in the movie. Dawn had turned up the sound before she set down the remote, bringing the beach into Mark's home.

As the movie rapidly progressed, so did Jill. Tanning oil was applied, which led to the 'actresses' feeling horny and bold. Hands slipped inside the bikini top, playing with a nipple. A few minutes later, the top was pulled down, exposing breasts, which were held aloft by the fabric of the bikini. More suntan oil was applied, making the breast slippery and shiny. Leaning back on the towel, they were still; but not for long.

Left legs bent and pulled up toward their hip, followed by moving the right leg wide to spread the material of the white bikini bottom tight over the crotch. A slick hand eased under the bikini top, and both shivered as they felt their clit before digging a finger into their cloth covered pussy.

Suddenly, both blond bombshells sat up, and looked left and right to make sure the coast was clear. They both quickly stood up and removed the tops, and then looked around again in the same way. I couldn't believe just how well Jill had memorized every single part of what was happening on the TV. Turning around to make sure no one was peeking from behind, and giving the camera the prime angle, which is what the director really wanted, they girls hooked their fingers into their bikini and eased it down their long legs.

Jill bent over, as did the porn starlet, making sure their wet snatches caught the viewers attention. They threw the bottoms with their tops off to the side and turned, showing their soft blond patch of diamond shaped hair above their pussy. Jill no doubt had meticulously trimmed hers with this performance in mind.

Back on the towel, more suntan oil, this time directly squirted on their pussies, making them glisten even more than before. They were on their backs, knees up high, feet spread wide, and they slipped middle fingers into their pussy deep to the second knuckle, while pulling their slippery left nipple with their other hand.

This went on for a little bit, until they both snapped their heads up. I was amazed just how well timed that was. It was perfect. If there were an Olympic event for synchronized masturbation, Jill and this girl were gold medal winners. I was sure the soft musical score in the background helped Jill hit her cues, but it was still amazing. Looking around one last time, they both reached into the bag and pulled out matching silver 10 inch vibrators. In less than a minute, they each shoved theirs inside, and began the slow stroking in and out, matching pace perfectly.

Lost in the moment, I felt they were building to orgasm, and it was going to be fabulous. But the director had something else in mind. Mark and I both did a double double take, when Dawn and a similar brunette in the video, both in black bikinis, stumbled onto the girls in the midst of self gratification. It just got really interesting.

Dawn's hand flew up on to her mouth, just like the 'surprised' babe on the screen. The girl on the screen let out a gasp. Dawn lip synced it. She had no intention of trying to speak at the same time, which only made what I was seeing more intense. Their feigned shock over, naturally the dark haired girls decided to increase the sexual tension. It was the porn movie way!

"Need some help with that?" the girl on screen said at the same time Dawn moved her mouth.

Jill and the blond acted shocked, but their new playmates didn't wait for an answer. Bending down, they both grabbed the silver tools still buried inside those tight pink cunts, and they started 'helping'.

My cock was straining. I wished Dawn was next to me; and I was glad again she wasn't. I could feel my pre-cum literally dripping down my shaft. So much was coming out I didn't dare touch myself. I had to get the sheet off me, fearful the friction would make me cum. Kicking it off, I was amazed that neither of the girls in the room with us broke character. Mark and I weren't there, because they were on the beach.

Jill and her character pulled at their newfound friends, and in moments, the roles were reversed, with Dawn and her video sister now on their backs. Off came the bikini tops, and tanning oil was splattered onto them, rubbed in with hands and then breasts, and Jill and her girl lay on top and bodies rubbed together. Flipping around, Jill removed the bikini bottom, and the same happened on the screen.

Jill poured more oil, now on Dawn's open pussy. My eyes were having hard time watching the TV now. I was pretty much mesmerized by Jill and Dawn. I was praying that the movie wouldn't go down a stupid avenue, wanting an ending that any man would want. But I also wondered if Jill and Dawn would actually live out that male voyeuristic fantasy.

There was no unhappy ending. All four girls in our view found themselves in touch with their ultimate feminine side. Mark and I were the beneficiaries of an amazing bi-sexual coming out party. It was a 69, times two; it was a 138! All we could see was Dawn getting eaten by Jill. The camera angle video was just the one, never cutting away to see Dawn and her alter ego eat the woman they were with.

The director wanted this to truly be like we, the audience, were a lucky peeping tom hidden in the dunes, watching the action. It was a brilliant piece of direction. Any other guy would have had cuts back and forth. The fact that we knew what Dawn was doing, but couldn't see it, added to it, and the film. Sometimes the most incredible things are what you don't see, but have to imagine.

I'm not sure if the girls on the TV actually came. They acted like they did, and I suppose it was even money. It was incredible, but they were porn actresses, trained in the art of the fake orgasm. Not Jill. She was cumming, all over Dawn's face. Dawn was seconds behind. I can't say for sure they were able to time it perfectly. It was close, but my eyes were honed in on the live action. It didn't matter anymore if they were exactly the same, or close to the same; or totally different. I knew it was close, and later I would think about how amazing THAT was. But while they were cumming, they had my undivided attention.

As all of the participants, live and taped, started easing down from the sexual high they had been driven to, the screen faded to black. Dawn reached back and turned off the TV at the same time.

Mark and I were bathed in darkness. We could hear the quick paddling of feet, some nervous giggling, and then doors being shut. Two separate showers came on, one after the other. The girls had separated, and were cleaning off the oil. I was a little saddened. It would have been nice to feel that slickened bronze skin against mine.

Mark was breathing hard.

"You okay, buddy?" I asked.

"I think so. That was..."

"Incredible. Yeah, I know. Are they..."

"I'm not sure. I don't think so. But it sure looked like it, didn't it?"

Pondering the girl's sexuality was something both Mark and I didn't factor into the evening on our drive home. It didn't bother me. I'd be a distant memory by the time Mark came to grips with it. My gut told me it was a onetime thing, based on how Dawn said it was Jill's thing, but she was willing to help. But based on the performance, I had to wonder if they had practiced.

The showers turned off. Mark and I were still sitting still, unable and unwilling to move. It was still the girls' show as far as I was concerned. If there was an encore to come, I wasn't going to miss it. If there wasn't, I wasn't going to miss it. I couldn't wait to see what they came up with next.