Reactors

“Maddie, today you’re reacting too…”

A blonde stood on top of a blue floor mat in socks, jeans, and a retro Bruce Leroy tee. Tripod cameras encircled the room. She smiled big. “Yessss?”

***

“…sex positions!”

“Sex positions?” The raven-haired girl curled her lip. She wore a purple tank top, khaki pants, and rainbow colored socks.

“Yes,” the voice said. “You will act out sexual positions with a trained professional, and you will react to each one.”

***

“Professional?” Maddie scrunched her brows. “Like a pornstar?”

“Yes. Famed pornstar Dick Heavenly.”

The door opened. A man entered the room in nothing but a towel.

Maddie’s wide eyes trailed from his shag haircut, over his thick moustache, to the thin patch of hair on his ripped chest.

***

“He’s going to guide you through a few positions. Just give us your thoughts, what you’re feeling.”

“Ohhh… kay?” Tori averted her eyes as Dick Heavenly walked to her side on the mat. “I’m not too sure about this. I’m, um, seeing someone.”

“Well, if you don’t feel comfortable shooting the episode, that’s fine,” the voice said, “But I should let you know that you’re receiving a thousand for this episode, not the average of two-hundred.”

***

Maddie put her pointy chin in the air. “Thousand, you say?”

“You think you’re ready?” the voice asked.

“It has been awhile…” Maddie wavered with the decision.

“How long?”

“Probably…” Maddie strummed her fingers, reluctant to admit the sad truth. “…a few years…”

“Few years?” the voice sounded surprised. “Even better.”

“You think?” Maddie shot a glance to Dick Heavenly, then back to the camera. “You think I’ll be able to, ummm, to give a good reaction?”

***

“Shall we proceed?”

Tori fanned the nervousness from her wrists, expelled a long breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Dick Heavenly inch closer. His erection protruded from underneath the towel, almost grazing her hip. Tori stepped away. “I’m not touching that thing.”

“No, no,” the voice said. “He’s here to do the work. You just react.”

Tori looked into the camera with a sincere expression. “Barry, umm, don’t be mad. Momma gotta bring home the bacon.”

***

Maddie grew bashful as she removed her retro tee. A white bra held her voluptuous breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans, slipped her large, slender, feet out of her socks. Toe nails decorated with a pink polish. She folded her wardrobe and placed it to the side, off the mat. Her skin flushed around her cheeks and neck. She shyly unfastened her bra. Her pale breasts turned-up at the pink nipples. She removed her panties from her cleanly shaven pussy. She clasped her hands in front of her, looked to the camera.

“You ready?”

Maddie nodded.

“Okay, first position will be missionary. Now, if you wouldn’t min—”

“Just lay across the mat?” Maddie asked. She eyed Dick Heavenly, made a nervous laugh, and laid long ways across the surface. She kept her legs together, arms at her side. Her bountiful breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her pink nipples became taut. 

Dick dropped his towel. Blood caused his flaccid cock to jump to life, slowly rising.

Maddie didn’t even sneak a peek. Her eyes remained on the ceiling. Her thoughts ran wild.

“We have cameras up on the ceiling, and all around you,” the voice said. “When you have something to say, just speak into one of those. Ready?”

Maddie nodded again while releasing a shaky breath. Dick’s hand grazed down her inner thighs, spreading her legs. Goosebumps covered her skin.

***

Tori’s square framed body lay naked across the mat. She held her humble, perky breasts. She shot a fleeting glance to Dick as he removed his towel. His cock jutted out. Tori lost her breath, swiveled her head to the camera on her right.

Dick moved between her legs. The head of his cock grazed Tori’s vulva.

Tori pinched her lips together, stared through the lens. She felt an intense pressure, winced. She squeezed the mat, curled her small purple pedicure toes. 

“Missionary is one of the oldest sex acts. Although most think it’s boring, it is still the most common,” the voice said, “why do you think most couples prefer this position over the rest?”

“I would say, um…” Tori tried to gather her thoughts. His pumps began to gain momentum. Her short legs started to ride high up his back, taking the full impact. She put a hand to her head, fanned her cheeks. “I think after a long day of work… people are tired and they, ummm, it’s just the most comfortable.”

Dick picked up his pace. Their skin smacked together as he drove down hard into her. He attacked her center with vigor and speed. 

Tori released a soft squeal behind her hand.

***

Maddie’s breasts flopped with each thrust from Dick. He stretched her wet, tight pussy. She licked her lips, arched her back slightly off the mat. “To answer your question, I think that miss-ish-ssionary is the most intimate. It allows couples to be face to face. Ah!”

“Sorry…” Dick slowed his hips.

“No, no. It’s o-okay. It’s just been awhile.” Maddie gazed into his eyes before drifting back to the ceiling. She laughed off the sensation. “Woo,” she breathlessly uttered.

“There are also many variations of the missionary position,” the voice said. “For tall girls, like yourself, there is the rising position.”

Dick postured up, placed both her ankles over his shoulders. From there, he thrust only with his hips, sliding in and out of her drenched center.

“Yeah, I have…” Maddie’s lips kept moving but no words came out. She stopped herself, placed a finger to her lips. She scrunched her eyes. “I’ve-done-this-before…” The words raced from her mouth.

“And, what do you think, not a fan?”

“No. I, uh, I like it. It gives a deeper penetration—” Maddie giggled as Dick’s tongue tickled the sole of her foot. She wiggled her toes in and out of his mouth. “I’m tickl—Uhh!”

Dick held her legs straight against his chest, locking her knees. He pulled her into each thudding thrust.

Maddie’s breasts jounced wildly. Her right leg began to shake.

“What are you feeling now?”

“I’m feeling like—Ah!—I’m feeling like…” Maddie bit her knuckle. Her face tightened. “I think I’m cu-cu-coming…”

“Are you?”

Maddie nodded as her face wrenched. Her legs stiffened. She locked her toes behind Dick’s neck. The tremble in her leg spread over her body. “Mmmgghhhh!” She strained, convulsed on the mat. 

***

“Being a shorter girl, we’re gonna have you do a slightly modified position,” the voice said. “Bend your knees and place your feet against his abdomen.”

Tori continued holding her breasts in her hands. Her cheeks became rosy but she remained mum about the whole experience.

After assisting her feet on his lower abdomen, Dick gripped his shaft, wiggled it outside her pussy.

Tori squirmed, gave him a slight push off with her feet. She shot him an evil eye while settling back.

“Any thoughts on this position? Your feet adds cushion to the deep thrust.”

“I can honestly say I’ve never tried this one.” Tori breathed heavily as he squeezed inside of her cozy pussy. “I usually throw one leg over my boyfriend’s shoulder.”

“How’s this one in comparison?”

“Good!” Tori blurted, covered her mouth. Her free arm draped across her breasts, hiding her nipples. Her knees bent to her breasts, feet flat against his chest acting as shocks.

Dick squared his shoulders back, continued his constant motion.

***

“Being that doggystyle is in numerous songs only 39% men and 31% of women have tried it at least once,” the voice said, “why do you think that is?”

Maddie was on her hands and knees. She looked across the room at the camera, above was a mirror. Her eyes drifted up to Dick’s reflection as he gathered behind her. His cock squeezed inside of her causing her to pant, lurch forward. “I think that, again, as with missionary—” 

“Into the camera please.”

Maddie looked up, continued, “…as with missionary being the most intimate, because your face to face, I believe—Ah!—I believe—Uh-hum!” She dropped her head again, held out a finger to give her a second. She whipped her blonde hair back, released a groan. She laughed at her reaction, choked on the giggle, and snarled. “I think doggystyle is not intimate enough,” she said as though holding her breath.

“Men, on the other hand, listed it as their favorite.”

“Figures.” Maddie squinted at the camera as though attacked with a sneeze. Dick had a hold of her hips, jerking her back into each thrust. Her stiff nipples grazed the surface of the mat. “Ohhhh!”

“Have you ever climaxed from doggy?”

“No… but uh…” Maddie breathlessly said. “I’m usually hard to get off, but—Uh!—the camera, lights, have me—Oo! Ha!” She fanned her watery eyes.

***

“Roman philosopher Lucretius recommended this position to women who were trying to conceive.”

“Well, that’s, mmm, that’s interesting.” Tori was on all-fours, facing the far camera. She stared right into the lens. She tried to fight the sensation for the sake of her boyfriend’s pride, but she couldn’t hide the involuntary twitches. Her eyelids fluttered, voice shaky. “Is that proven true-oo?”

“Unfortunately, there’s no scientific evidence to support it.”

“Mmm…” Tori hung her head, concentrating on containing her orgasm. She closed her eyes. 

Dick lifted her left ankle, grazed his thumb across her sole. 

Tori clenched her foot, huffed. Her pussy swelled around his cock as he drove her forward. She gulped in a mix of fear and arousal. He feverishly pounded, whipping her long dark hair. Her eyes rolled, jaw wiggled about. A groan of pleasure escaped Tori’s lips. She wagged her head, clamped her jaw in hopes of holding in the moans. 

Dick reached around, fondled her breasts while rambunctiously hammering away. He tugged on her brown protruding nipples. 

Tori ogled over her shoulder, her face contorting in ecstasy. A tingling pressure built inside of her. Her body trembled. She whipped her head back to the camera. “Oooo-ee!” Her sultry voice heightened in a quivering pitch. Her mouth fell open. She grunted and oozed all over Dick’s cock. The climax jolted her body, and she flopped to the mat as though hit with a taser.

***

“Now, let’s get creative.”

“Creative?—” As the words escaped Maddie’s mouth, she felt her bottom half lift in the air. She found herself in the pushup position, legs wrapped around Dick’s waist. He held her up by her pelvis. “What is this?” she asked.

“This is called the ‘wheel barrow,” the voice said. “It’s for the more experienced. It’s like a trust exercise.”

“I’m not that experienced—Uh!” Maddie’s body rocked forward. He filled her to the hilt, giving her a deep penetration. 

“But, he is.”

Maddie clawed at the mat, buried her face in the crook of her elbow. Her voluptuous breasts shook. She locked her ankles behind Dick’s back, squeezed him in her thighs. 

Dick clasped her hips, pulling her into his powerful thrusts. He unfastened her legs and clasped her thin ankles. 

“Not a very ro-oh-mantic—Mm!—romantic position,” Maddie said, muffled by her elbow.

“Oh no. This is playful, adventurous,” the voice said. “With your head upside down, you’ll feel a pleasant lightheadedness combined with the intense—”

“Oooo! My-ee-ee! Hmm…” Maddie shot her head up. Her face was blood red. She extended her arms, pushing herself in the air. Sweat caused her pale body to glisten underneath the lights. 

***

“What is this?” Tori asked as Dick maneuvered her on her side.

“This is the ‘pretzel,” the voice said. 

Dick knelt with his knees on either side of Tori’s outstretched leg. He straightened her other leg in the air, palmed her small foot. He rotated his hips, sliding halfway in her center before pulling out. His hips picked up pace with each insertion.

Tori’s breasts sagged to the side, but she cradled them in her arm. She exhaled quick breaths, hoping to calm herself. A tingle started at the tips of her toes. She spread them, wiggled them. The sensation ran down her legs, tickling, numbing them. “Oo…”

Dick bent her knee, pulled her foot to his mouth. He sucked on each individual toe. His tongue licked down her sole to her heel. He then reached down and began rubbing the top of her pussy.

Tori pressed her forehead into the mat, trying to hide her orgasmic expression. She quaked, felt like exploding into a thousand tickles. She tensed. A vein popped out in her forehead. Her brows creased, nose crinkled. “…oooo-uh-Uh! Ooohhhh…”

***

“Are we done?” Maddie laid face down on the mat with a distant, enervated gaze to the wall.

“Just one more,” the voice said. “The octopus.”

“The what-um?”

Dick assisted Maddie to her back. He sat on the mat with his hands on the ground behind him, bent his knees. He waved for Maddie to straddle his lap, facing him. She lowered herself on his cock and leaned backward on Dick’s lap. She strewed her legs over his shoulders. 

“This is truly a favorite of mine,” the voice said. “From here, Dick will enter you in up and down motions, rubbing your G-spot.”

“Um-hm…” Maddie’s body loosened up. She watched as his cock slid in and out of her. 

Dick thrust up and down, using his hips while keeping the rest of his body in place. He changed the motion and went back and forth using his arms and legs.

A shiver caused Maddie to fling her head back. Her body bucked. She looked to the ceiling, her breasts bouncing around. Her right leg shook involuntarily, tapping against Dick’s chest.

Dick planted kisses on her boney ankle. 

“I ca-ca-ca—Oof!” Maddie tried to once again laugh off her reaction. But, the orgasm was palpable. While staring into the camera on the ceiling, her face contorted as though unable to control the muscles in her brow. She hunched forward, arms trembled. “Ah-ah-ahhhh my gossshhhh—Uh!” She locked her ankles, curled her long toes, and squirted on his lap. She grabbed her crotch and leapt off. Breathlessly, she said, “I’m sorry. That’s—oh my—that’s never happened to me.”

Dick smiled while holding his glistening cock in hand.

“I told ya you’d like that.”

Maddie placed a hand over her breast, feeling her rapid heartbeat. She stared to the mat in a daze. Her blonde hair was disheveled, body covered in sweat. “What the…” She put a hand to her head. “What was that?”

“Your reaction.”