I didn't think she'd want my sperm in her mouth and just managed to moan something as a warning before I blew my load, but Jenna's blowing of me just continued without a pause and, as Dale was filming with one hand (the other was openly jerking his cock inside his shorts now) I couldn't wait another second and let go with a yell as my sap dumped itself into the welcoming haven of Jenna's wet and warm mouth. I groaned again as my toes twitched in aftershock, and slipped out and backwards into the couch, my still stiff cock slapping back against my belly, red and angry-looking at the treatment it had received. I felt dazed and confused, but I also felt incredibly sensitized. Every part of my body had tingles running through it, and I panted for breath as the orgasm started to subside. As I came to, I heard Dale utter a grunt and, looking up, saw him put the camera down on a table as the busy hand in his shorts produced a wet stain on the cotton and his eyes screwed up. I reckoned we'd probably all had enough for a moment and wondered what the next move should be. I was on the point of looking for my shorts, when Jenna addressed the two of us men directly.
"Dale, pick up the camera. Jeremy, you've had yours and it's my turn now, so don't even think of getting up!" she said. And with that, she grabbed my semi-erect cock and started to rub her thumb over the slippery tip. To my surprise I could feel the blood coursing straight back into my prick and in seconds I was stiff again, the hormones were kicking in and I was ready for.... for what? Jenna knew what.
Quickly she hoisted herself onto my lap, shoving my legs apart as she did so. Before I knew it, her cunt was sliding down my cock and gripping its length. Her pussy was warm and wet, but tight too and I knew I was in for a hard ride. I started to buck up towards her, my cock forcing its way past the first, more difficult entry point and buried itself deep inside her belly. We both let out groans as the two of us started to find our rhythm and I managed to latch onto her vagina as we rode each other, fingering her clit as it slid back and forwards past my prick. She began to let go with regular, breathy little cries, the pitch rising steadily, and I could feel my second orgasm coming along fast -- I knew I had to wait for her this time, though. Luckily Dale's decision to pan the camera repeatedly between her face and her groin, grunting himself as he did so, turned Jenna on even more and she stopped making the cries; replacing them with a torrent of filthy language, the words tumbling out of her in an unbroken flow.
"Jeremy, you cunt, you'll never have a fuck like this again, you little piece of shit, I'll rip your balls off if you don't give me a harder screw than this, aaah yes, drive it in me, you shit but don't spunk until I'm ready you bastard! Dale, he's good, though, you could learn something. Uurrrrrrgh!"
With a final squeal her head snapped back and she screamed out her orgasm. I let myself go too, spurting more spunk inside her tightly contracting cunt as it gripped my boner like a vice. My moans as I did so were echoing off the walls of the house - but little did I care! My first job as a private porn photographer had taken me to heights of experience and feeling I had never experienced before, and I wondered if this sort of thing would ever happen again.
