"Hmm...tastes good at least. Ok Christina, your turn."
The stage next to them lit up, revealing a bed with the other man, Clint already laid out upon it, naked as the day he was born. Chiseled abs and rock-hard 10-inch cock ready to go.
"To be honest, there aren't that many ways to titty-fuck. Christina will be demonstrating the other primary position. She'll lay down on her back and Clint will straddle her."
Christina stood up from her chair and peeled off her own sweater, tossing it aside as she sauntered over to the bed, full hips swaying hypnotically as she went. Just as she reached the bed, she gave a tug on her skirt and it too came off. Now clad only in a pink thong that disappeared between her buttcheeks, she gave the camera a wink and posed allowing for everyone to take in her curvaceous form. Then she laid down atop the mattress, breasts jiggling with every slight movement.
"Clint, be a dear and bring the oil, would you?" Christina asked, a voice dripping with honey.
Clint leapt off the bed to grab a bottle of lubricant. He eagerly squirted it onto his palms and tossed the bottle aside. He reached both meaty paws over to her massive chest and began rubbing in the oil.
"A little massage action lets him appreciate what he's about to shove his cock in-between. Plus, it feels nice. Go ahead Clint and oil up those puppies."
She cooed and awed as she felt his meaty hands massage her tits, palms rubbing against her hard nipples. He worked over the ample flesh, kneading each boob like it was a mound of dough. Christina squirmed beneath him, savoring the feeling of his strong hands groping her overly sized rack. Once her ta-tas were gleaming in the studio light, she beckoned for Clint to climb on with one finger. Clint threw a leg over her torso and nestled his tool in-between her pillowy mounds. Smiling like a she-devil, Christina placed a hand on either side of her rack and pushed them together. Suddenly you couldn't even see Clint's oversized pipe as it was lost from view by milky white titflesh. Automatically he began to hump, letting out a long sigh of relief. The fiery buxom redhead stared up at him with pure sex written all over her face. She puckered her lips and gave him the best fuck-me eyes any human has ever seen.
"You see Christina is pushing her tits together. This ensures comfort for herself and a nice tight area for the cock to fuck. She can also let Clint do it..."
Christina let Clint hammer away from another few minutes before dropping her hands to her sides. Clint immediately snatched up each pale breast. Forcing them together tight around his throbbing prick, he increased his speed, slick oil ensuring there was almost no friction as he unabashedly titty-fucked her.
"Now Christina can relax. Or she can give some head, just as I did."
Christina lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide. Clint's bulbous cockhead emerging from between two pale mountains of flesh only to disappear from view between pink plump lips with each rapid thrust of his hips. As she felt his cock slid into her mouth, Christina reached around her jiggling chest to search out for Clint's swinging scrotum. She located the rocking nutsack and gently squeezed it in the palm of her hand. She was rewarded with a loud groan from Clint.
"Ahhh yes. So, playing with the guy's sack can add a nice dimension to a tit-fuck. Especially if you like rolling pair of gonads around your palm." Alexandra said, as she smeared some of the congealing jism further into her own milky white hooters. Christina continued doing just that, juggling his jewels while she blew him as he humped her chest. Once Christina was satisfied with her own little taste of salty precum, she indicated for Clint to stop and get off of her.
"If Christina hangs her head off the edge of the bed, then Clint can fuck her boobs from a different angle." Alexandra sat, her own fingers straying down between her legs, simply searching for something to keep her entertained.
Christina swung so that her head was hanging just off the bed. Clint stepped over her so that his large plum sized gonads were hanging just above her mouth. She squeezed her jugs together and he slid back between them. He didn't ease into it, rattling the frame of the bed. Christina reached up to lick away at his ballsack and at his taint. She was rewarded with a series of curses and grunts from Clint.
"This position can be a bit tiresome for the woman." Alexandra said. "She's got to hold her head up and lick your balls, which guys never seem to wash enough. So, don't make her do it for too long."
Christina dropped her head to look at Alexandra upside down and said, "You know Alex. You look a little lonely over there. Why don't you come over and help me finish Clint off with one final move?"
There was a collective silent plea from the crew as the younger actress considered it. She shrugged, tit's shaking as she did so. "Why not?"
She withdrew her fingers from between her legs and got up from her chair. Walking over towards the bed as Clint still hammered away, blissfully unaware of anything but the breasts in front of him. Alexandra's chesticles jiggled with each step. She left a trail of cum behind her as still continued to drip off her rack. Alexandra had to tap Clint on the shoulder before he realized what was happening. He let go of Christina's sweater puppies as she indicated for him to lay flat. He did so, hopping onto the bed as his rigid greased-up pole stood high above him. Christina nestled herself to the left of him and wrapped her ta-ta's around one side his cock, beginning to work them up and down. Alexandra met her on the other side, pushing her tits against Christina's and utterly engulfing Clint's cock with their funbags. With now four gigantic individual breasts working his dick, Clint threw his head back into the pillows. Christina and Alexandra smooshed their respective racks together, each playing with Clint's rock-hard rod between an entire mountain range of pale titflesh. The two actresses leaned forward to share a steamy kiss, two sets of full lips pressed together as their tongues wrestled with one another. They broke apart to stare hungrily at Clint, each actress expertly kneading her bosom around his cock. Clint was thrusting his own hips upwards, even as the actresses massaged his hard prick. Nipples hard enough to cut glass rubbed up against one another as they worked faster, turning themselves on even more.
"Will you cum for us?" Christina asked in her most seductive voice. "Spray a nice big load all over us? Jizz all over these nice big titties?"
Clint nodded his head, his face screwed up tight as he tried to hold on a little bit longer. His fists were clenched full of sheets as sweat beaded his brow, easily visible in the bright studio lights.
"Go ahead. Give it to us big boy. Explode." Alexandra said, chipping in and sounding enthusiastic this time.
Clint's cock swelled at those words peeking out from the mass of undulating flesh. He gave a roar as his balls contracted and cum shot out. Neither actress stop working their tits as semen shot out in great arcs. Jet after jet of sticky white cum splattered down upon them. It got everywhere. Hair, face and most importantly, tits. By the time he was done, both actresses blinked silently at each at the sheer volume of jizz drenching them.
"Wow!" Christina said, leaning forward to lick some of the cum off of Alexandra's cans.
Alexandra did the same, leaning forward to lick some off of Christina's pair of milk makers. Both actresses kissed and the licked the other until their lips found each other and they shared a sloppy kiss, swapping some cum back and forth. When they parted and knelt on the bed, Clint's cock flopped down and he closed his eyes, looking ready to fall asleep right there. Both actresses turned towards the camera.
"Licking the load off your tits, whether with your tongue or scooping it up with your fingers, is a great way to some your partner appreciation. You want to make him feel like his you wanted nothing more than for his load to be all over your breasts." Alexandra said.
"That's right, Alex. And afterwards, it's time for him to do some work on you!" Christina said, waggling another finger at Clint.
The satisfied looking producer gave them the thumbs up, something white and sticky covering his fingers as he did so. He quickly withdrew his hand back beneath his coat, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.
