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Chapter 5. Helmut, Lorena, and Jane
 When we have enough footage, for now, of Helmut and Jane, Mina sends Lorena into action. We move into a large bedroom with a king-size bed, which requires a time out for lighting, curtains, and the like. Someone is mowing a lawn a block away with a machine that sounds like a B-52 on a low bombing run, so we close all the windows and get fans going (no A-C here) to move the air around. It gets hot, believe me, with all those hormones frying on the dashboard.
Lorena is tall, maybe five seven, but not as tall as Jane. One of my favorites is to shoot a small girl like Mina having sex with a big, robust athletic girl—preferably the one not much over five feet tall, and the other a statuesque goddess with big bones, robust hips, and a wide ass when bending over. I like to see the two playing with each other, but that's not the case today. Dashka, too, is about Lorena's height. Dashka is still having tea and reading. So far, she has given Helmut a casual blowjob, and has scratched her rusty, curly bush a few times. That makes me, as manager, wonder if she needs flea powder or something. But that would be Mina's department to diagnose and treat.
My dick felt sore, and almost had a glow to it (radioactive), from my sex with Mina, or I would be jealous of Helmut. We have a guy in Amsterdam who shoots gay footage for us, and I'm sure Helmut has starred on his stage. Maybe Helmut would have preferred to get fluffed by a gay guy. Who knows. He seemed to have a good rigid erection from here on in, and we had nothing to worry about. The girls took good care of him to make sure he'd stay big and stiff.
It was rather touching, not to make a pun of it. They had Helmut lying on his back. Mina had to tell him not to cross his hands over his belly like someone taking a nap, but to keep them over his head as if he were falling off a cliff while lying down. The two women—Jane on one side, Lorena on the other—reclined on his hips and took turns licking his maypole. Helmut's grateful dong stood straight up, out of a hedge of ball hair that looked mighty windswept. First Jane would spend a long minute slowly and enticingly running her tongue from down in his bush, up the flagpole, ending in a little suck on his glans. Each girl took three or four leisurely, feelingful licks with a dog tongue. Lorena liked to push the tip of her tongue into the little pee hole at the top.
Did I mention? Madame has said that every one of her models—and she speaks mostly of the girls, the women—has at least one delightful and intriguing kinky habit. Every woman who is not a repressed fundamentalist victim masturbates quietly and privately, something she tells nobody about, not even her husband. We sell some of our footage to sites for solo, meaning the woman masturbates herself to orgasm, and other footage for twosies and threesies. So we start with the woman masturbating solo, and it's endlessly fascinating to see how they do it. Are the orgasms real? With VEV, I'd say at least 75% of the time. I believe I'm looking at how the girl does it in her bedroom at night, when she is alone and dreaming of her favorite movie star, or thinking about the handsome stud in school or in the office. Every one of them has a slightly different way of touching herself. The more imaginative ones bring some really kinky and fascinating nuances to the game, as well. When we capture just the right moment from just the right angle, we feel like high-fiving. And, when you've studied a girl, seen her in action a few times, you figure out when that moment is due, and capture it as predicted.
Like the one girl who alternated between fucking herself with three wet, noisy fingers, and then diddling her clit with the palm of her hand at top speed; she'd switch like clockwork about every minute, until her body started twitching, then jerking, and finally rocking while she shouted in her serial orgasms.
Or the girl who holds her tit for her partner to suck. Most women have the instinct not to touch themselves in public, even at an erotica shoot, so they'll stand there or lie there, starfish mode, immobile and watching, while the other does all the work. I try to encourage every model to help her partner bring her to orgasm. Likewise, if the partner is dildoing her, she should help out by rubbing her clit, or twisting her tits, or do anything other than lie there limply. Or when we do pee shots—maybe one in twenty women get it right; hold your labia apart so the viewer can watch the stream shoot out. Instead, rather than touch themselves, they squat there until the pee comes out, gets tangled up in their labia, and gets their legs and ass wet.
There are tit girls, there are feet girls, and there are ass girls. Some girls come ten times as fast if her partner is sticking something in her ass while diddling her clit. Some girls can't come unless they have a plug or something up their ass. The list of variables is endless, and adds spice to what people might think is just mechanical repetition. Done with art, with flavor, with imagination, sex is a voyeur sport that cannot be beaten (again, no pun).
We don't do much faking here, because we shoot intimately, privately, and cozily. We warm the girls up, rather than rush things. Mme Lussec found, over the years, that she lost interest in most male-female shoots because the young men usually ranged from unfeeling to almost brutal. The women (her girls) on the other hand know how to slowly bring each other to climax. Many are young, and fresh, and embarrassed, and they begin with a lot of giggling and girlish snuffling. Those are the ones, above all, who get passionately turned on. They are the shouters, rather than sighers or silent and immobile starfish types. That's why we feature so much girl-girl sex. The boys are usually just too clumsy, hasty, unfeeling, and rough. Helmut is actually fairly talented, by that scale. Other guys, when they are supposed to be gently sexing a girl up, look like they are in a competition to see who can fold the most towels in one minute. You're not supposed to fold the woman or toss her around. You stroke her, sex her, make her moan with pleasure, nuzzle her, praise her, sweet-talk her, ask her what she likes (she will often need to be coaxed, and will whisper shyly until a thousand kisses persuade her to say loudly that she wants to suck your big hairy dick; or she will almost cry rather than admit she would like to masturbate her clitoris while you poke your gigantic dong into her sweet, slippery cave, and perhaps you can get her turn you on further, by admitting that's what she does when she is horny and alone in bed at night. Don't toss her this way or that. Don't make her dizzy from being flipped around and having her twat yanked open and growled into, like one of those folding penny wallets.
So here we are—Lorena and Jane are taking turns licking Helmut's maypole, and they begin stroking his balls as if they were petting a hamster. Lorena leans down and begins licking his balls, while Jane licks his dick. They are like a syncopated swim team. Helmut groans, closes his eyes, and doesn't know where to put his hands. He'd like to whack himself off, so horny is he. Mina swoops in, grabs his hands, and stuffs them behind his head. She signals that he should keep them out of sight while Tony and Frad focus on the lower half of his body, where the girls are.
The Albanian school teachers have not moved an inch. They stare with hard, all hungry looks and horny eyes while sitting together on opposite ends of a couch. Dashka yawns, scratches her twat, then one tit, and checks her tea cup. It's empty, so she strides nakedly down the hall to the kitchen to heat some more water. She walks quietly so as not to piss Tony off, who grimaces and holds his wind guard mike as if it were going to explode in his hands. Dashka has a little bit of extra padding, not much, not fat, maybe baby chub, around her thighs and ass, and her waist is a little bit fuller and straighter—she is a juicy alternative to thin, tall Jane and average dimensions with big boobs Lorena. The day will get more interesting once all these balls are in the air (so to speak).
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