'Jemima's Tale Part 4'{Jemimaheart}(MMM tv bd anal)[1!1]
Jemima's Tale Part 4 - A true story.
+++++Part 1 - Jemima puts on a Show
Since more actively exploring my feelings and fantasies as Jemima, the range of sexual behaviour that I found myself considering - and actually indulging in - had increased dramatically in many new directions. So far, the number of times I have been caught out doing something really, really stupid is two and both times have involved being videoed. It's actually quite ironic, seeing that it was sort of because of the first videotape that I made the second...
It was to be my anniversary present for Steve. Late one night I was by myself, after watching a rather sexy Japanese film on cable and with more than a few drinks inside me. I made my mind up that, seeing as I would be away with work and we wouldn't be together on our anniversary night, I would leave Steve something special, to while away the hours until my return.
Once I had the idea, I grew quite excited and quickly rushed about while I was in the mood. I switched on all the lights in the room, even brought various lamps from the bedroom, pointing them all directly on the brown leather sofa. I then set the video camera up on its tall tripod and angled and framed the shot with a pile of large cushions standing in for me. Lastly, I stole the big standalone mirror from the spare room and propped it up on a chair behind the camera, so I could see everything that the camera would see.
Now to get ready! I run up to the bedroom to get ready, raiding the special tissue-lined drawer in the wardrobe for my chosen outfit. Throwing off my robe and standing naked before the mirror, I pause to take in my reflection, glad of my still-trim waist, my nicely rounded bottom and smooth, shaven limbs that all make it so much easier when the time comes to be transformed into Jemima. I pick up my beautiful black lacy balconette bra, slide my arms through the long slender shoulder straps, before fastening it at the front, instantly gaining a small but definate cleavage. I can't resist running my hands over my curvy new breasts - bras always make me feel so lovely and girly!
Sitting on the bed, I ball up one leg of my best opaque silky-black tights. Popping my foot into the delicate bundle I carefully pull it up to my calf. Then the other foot. Now the best bit: standing, I grasp the waistband and slowly pull upwards, dark mesh stretching smooth and cool over my thighs and crotch and buttocks up to cling firmly around my waist. The black nylon is shot through with fine silver thread, causing it to flash and sparkle on my body. My prick hardens in its nylon tent, stirred to life by the sensual, feminine, grip of the hosiery on the soft planes of my legs and bottom. Normally my hosiery would have been open-crotch, but tonight I will need the full version to perform what I have in mind...
I resist sliding my hands over my shiny new skin and instead, sit back down on the bed where I can take equal delight in stepping into my gorgeous shiny black stilettoes. Fastening the graceful ankle-straps I notice that they actually mirror the delicately designed lines of my bra-straps. Standing a final time, my legs are supported, taut and sexy, on five-inch heels of pure wickedness.
Round my neck I wrap my darling Edwardian-style cameo choker and to complete the effect, I tie a large bow of soft black ribbon around each of my wrists - I love the way the ends can unexpectedly drag across bare, sensitive flesh...
I comb my soft mouse-blonde hair down around my bare shoulders and give it a quick spray to keep it in place. Thinking of the bright video lights, I put on full nightclub make-up: bold silver eyeshadow, tons of mascara and vibrant red lips. Perfect. A twirl in the mirror and back downstairs. Another drink and a short period of preparation in the kitchen and everything is ready.
Taking my drink and the remote control, I move back into the lounge and there I lie back lazily on the sofa cushions, enjoying the feeling of the smooth leather under my nylon-encased bottom. In the mirror behind the camera I can see Jemima, sexy and provocative in just bra and tights with her bright eyes flashing... I must admit I do feel rather light-headed and horny lying here like this in my underwear, all made up and ready to show my boyfriend just what he would be missing out on...
Draping myself across the sofa, I flick the remote to record and let it fall to the carpet - this is definately going to be a one-take shoot! I look directly into the lens and lick my crimson-red lips enticingly. My hands slide up to caress my breasts in their lacy cups and I whisper to my lover: "ohh Steve, I wish you were here with me now..."
Momentarily, I turn on my side, careful to allow the camera's gaze to linger on my black and shiny behind. I stroke myself there, running my fingers up the dark seamline between my buttocks, taking care to be as unhurried and sensuous as I can. I follow the crease under, pushing the nylon against my most secret, private place "...and I wish you were right here.." I murmur suggestively.
Eventually I turn back and sit forward, right on the edge of the cushions. I reach down to the floor and pick up the fruits of my earlier labour - a pale orange dildo about nine inches long and an inch and a half thick - this was going to be my lover for the evening! Closer inspection would reveal that the peculiar colour derived from the fact that I had actually lovingly hand-carved this instrument of pleasure from an enormous sweet potato that I found in the kitchen... Tailor-made for its erotic purpose, with large, bulbous glans, complete with slit, and a full, round, shaft flaring out to the wide base. I had thoughtfully engraved "Steve" all down one side.
I hold the dildo up to show the camera - it is actually quite heavy - and giggle as bashfully as I can.
"Imagine if this was you...", I say, giving it a little kiss on the mushroom head. I close my eyes and touch the slit with the very tip of my tongue - I am really enjoying myself now!
Lying back right on the edge of the sofa, I dig my stilleto heels into the carpet, raising my hips slightly above the leather cushions. How many times have I wriggled and squirmed in this position, my boyfriends weapon buried to the hilt between my open bumcheeks.... Excited now, I deftly slide my custom-made cock under the dark mesh of my tights, and, reaching under my buttocks, hold it poised at the entrance to my body. No lubricant will be needed here - a few minutes of delicious probing and pushing and not-quite-penetrating my soft, pliable, anus and I know I am definately moist enough to take my unusual new lover.
Resting the tip against my now-throbbing anus, I pull the dildo straight out, taut, beneath me, wedging it into position with the stretched nylon gusset below my bottom. My heart beating fast with anticipation, I lean fully back on the cushions and raise my shiny black legs up in the air, missionary-position, angling my bottom upright off the edge of the sofa. I feel the pressure of the dildo building, strong and delicious against my inner muscles.
I remember the camera, and look up beneath my fringe, straight at the lens, watching the depraved sight reflected back in the mirror
"oh yesss that's right..." I coo seductively, "...put it right inside..."
Slowly I slide my left thumb into my mouth, closing my red lips round it and pantomime sucking on it like a child (...I wish it was your prick in my mouth...). The end of the the ribbons brush across my tummy, making me shiver with pleasure... I reach down and run the fingertips of my other hand over the nylon-covered bulge between my raised and open thighs. I feel quite warm and a litle flushed behaving so shamelessly under so many bright lights and find myself emitting a small moan that definately isn't solely for the benefit of the camera... Finally I stop my teasing and take myself in hand, wrapping my fist round my poor trapped prick, easing it away from my tummy a little and lovingly stroking it through the smooth nylon mesh.
My legs lift higher in the air, my knees now resting above my shoulders, and, with nowhere else for it to escape, the firm pressure between my buttocks increases dramatically. I feel my unresisting anus opening, smooth and neat, around the pleasurable invader (...go on! Give it to me!...) the handmade phallus instinctively sliding in, all by itself, and familiar ripples of warmth build inside the center of my body, the further and deeper it goes.
Barely inches away from my face, the shiny bulge of black nylon enclosing the head of my prick tempts me to let my nails wander sensuously over it. I watch through lowered eyelids, enrapt by the sheer sensuality of it all, just as the dildo penetrates a place inside me so deep that it suddenly feels really incredibly warm and scratchy and hollowed out and (...aaahhhh....)...
Instantly, beneath the dark layer of hosiery in front of my face, I find myself watching a thick white blob of semen oozing its way slowly out of the smiling slit in the top of my cock. "Shit!" - like a fresh 13-year-old trying on his mothers underwear, I have accidentally come in my pantyhose. Desperately, I clench my buttocks round the object of my passion, trying to rekindle the thrill of being held down, firmly and powerfully taken and made to enjoy it... but I already know it is too late.
Almost as an afterthought, a gentle wave of pleasure creeps between my awkwardly-angled thighs, but the damage is done. On the tape, my face is a picture as I look back at the camera before reaching over and switching it off in disgust.
...and went to clean myself up ...and came back and cleared the evidence and the camera quickly away ...and forgot that I'd left the tape in the camera until a month or so later when Steve borrowed it....
+++++Part 2 - Jemima is Persuaded
So Steve found my first self-made pornographic video and I never heard the last of it.
Even though I found it quite embarrassing unless I was really, really, horny, he thought it was great and made us watch it together again - and again.
One night, the room dark, with us on the sofa in front of the TV, he made me re-enact it, live, in synch with the recording but substituting himself and his totally-aroused hard-on for my customised dildo. He insisted I made myself up and dressed identically in bra and tights and heels, only he cut a tiny hole in the crotch of the hose before I put them on, to allow him complete access to my behind. Then, basically, as I sucked my thumb and played with myself, Steve lustily fucked me through the sheer black nylon - a real-life fantasy of having two Jemima's for the price of one. Like my dildo before him, my excited boyfriend didn't care when I came as long as he got to pump me full of his cream.
After that particular encounter, he just wouldn't stop, going on all the time about wanting to video the two of us making love together. I had to admit I was intrigued and excited by the thought, but mostly I made myself resist. What was holding me back was an ever-present awareness that being exposed like that held a real risk for me - after all, I would be the one captured on camera, for any chance onlooker to see, parading about for his boyfriend's viewing pleasure in sexy, frilly, underwear, holding and caressing another man, accepting his kisses and his prick - not to mention receiving his spunk - like a woman... I just didn't know.
Deliberately or not, for a while after that Steve didn't meet up with me and I soon discovered that I was missing him - and our wonderful sex sessions - more and more. I found myself fantasising about him while I was at work, constructing silly, erotic, daydreams about us: ...of me in pigtails, wearing my short gingham dress, little white socks and no knickers, backing into his naked lap and sitting slap-bang down onto seven inches of hard thick cock; squealing with pleasure as I begin to rock backwards and forwards on the bare, muscular seesaw of his thighs; ...of me kneeling before him wearing only a lacy bra and heels, pressing my front up against his firm upright prick, cupping my titties with my own hands and enclosing him tightly between warm twin globes of soft lace and smooth flesh; he moans as I slide my breasts along his length - I am going to make him shoot his load all over my face, drenching me in thick, creamy, sperm...
When eventually he did ring, suggesting that as he was back in town, we ought to take advantage and try a little video session, I agreed readily, weak in the face of actually being in his arms - and his bed - again. To cut a long story short, I dressed in my beautiful purple basque, gorgeous patterned stockings and thigh boots and he fucked me standing up - well he was standing up, I was bent forwards with my bare arse stuck out - leaning against the living-room wall.
Played back, the video seemed to lack a certain quality, in fact it made my previous effort look like an erotic classic! While I thought I looked sexy in my expensive lingerie, and Steve looked hunky with his wide shoulders and nice, tight, bottom, the shots of us actually getting down to business didn't really work. When Steve, determined to put on a show, pulled out of my rear at his moment of climax and pushed right up against me, pumping and squirting warm semen all over my bare, flushed, bottom it had felt brilliant. The trouble was we had bumped and thrust overselves so far away from the camera that in the end you couldn't see anything. And when he took his hands and rubbed sticky seed all over my upthrust buttocks, WOW I thought I would die with pleasure, but it didn't look exciting or depraved on the video, though - it just looked a bit boring!
The lighting was erratic, we kept moving out of shot at crucial moments; close-ups of me lying between Steve's legs and giving him a lengthy blow-job was at a strange angle (made his prick look tiny) - it's possible that it was this last item that offended Steve the most!
+++++Part 3 - Steve and Jemima ... and Emma!
In the end, it just didn't look very good from a fixed camera on a tripod. Steve,s trump card came when he suggested Emma as a solution - now that did actually pique my curiosity...
He knew I had been exchanging e-mails with 22-year old Emma for over a year. She was charming and well-spoken, pretty - into lingerie in a big way - submissive, totally inexperienced and very curious. She had sent me pictures of herself masturbating with her dildo in her and described some of her fantasies about making love with a man - even though she had never even been kissed by one yet! In return, I tried to describe what it felt like to be the girl in a sexual relationship with another male. We both found our exchanges enthralling; it was a bit like being her older, slightly more experienced, sister.
The deal was that Steve would pay for two hotel rooms where we could meet. Emma would be our maid for the evening: she could watch, but not take part in, the sex, while she videoed our lovemaking. I must say it felt very weird to contemplate being watched having sex with Steve... like agreeing to be totally exposed before someone in the most intimate way. I wouldn't have agreed if I'd been sober at the time but I did find the idea exciting and I knew that there was little risk - Emma was lovely and fit the bill exactly... I still like to think that I was really quite helpless to resist. After all, wouldn't it be amazing to have a permanent record of your deepest, most passionate fantasy - of meeting a man in a plush anonymous hotel room, in the midst of all those rooms full of normal people going about their normal business, and letting him treat you like the tease you truly are, taking all night to seduce and play with you until, breathless with passion, you surrender your mouth and arse to him - first in your kingsize hotel bed, then later in the jacuzzi of your luxury bathroom?
In the end my excitement won out and I agreed, with the condition that everything would be totally under my control. The venue we chose was the Novotel in York, near where Emma lived. We had two rooms next to each other.
We met in the bar, three innocuous-looking businessmen having a few drinks and chatting like old friends. I immediately felt good about David - or Emma, as he really was. After an hour or so, we agreed it was time. Emma went to get ready in her bathroom, Steve also going over to help set up the room and I got ready in our own bathroom.
I gave myself dark grey-black lips, long dark lashes and sensuous white eyelids that faded to sparkling silver. My long hair was to be nicely down and flowing. Midnight-black finger and toenails took up the cue from my lips.
For this special occasion I had chosen gorgeous new underwear made of luxurious silk the colour of steel: A three-quarter cup bra with lovely silk rosebuds between the breasts and fine lace-edged straps that slid over my shoulders like a dream. Matching deep suspender-belt, its arching flares of lace ending in delicate silver clasps to hold up smooth pearl-grey stockings with silver seams and deep lace tops. Grey silk french knickers helped to disguise my unruly member while softly clinging to each rounded curve of my bottom. Three-inch sparkly grey stilettoes, open-toed with thin three ankle straps, softly caressed my stockinged feet. Over it all, I just managed to cover my modesty with a short co-ordinating peignoir in the lightest of silks, fastened with three ties at the front. Round my neck I placed the silver necklace with diamond pendant 'charms' that Steve had bought me. With a matching silver bracelet on each wrist, I loved the way the 'charms' fell against my skin as I moved my arm to brush my hair.
Standing looking in the mirror, I had never felt so incredible sexy and daring in my life - I was almost glowing. Jemima had taken a step further into her fantasy world - sharing her secret, erotic vulnerability with a stranger, letting them watch her glory in, and fulfil, the forbidden release she craved so much. I was glad I'd already drunk most of a bottle of champagne before I made my first public appearance ever as Jemima - namely, wrapped in a white hotel robe robe, I darted the few yards across the corridor into Emmas room.
The other two were already in there; Steve, confident and handsome in his matching robe, and out guest for the evening: Maid Emma. We had filled the bathroom sink with ice from the machine on the landing and bought plenty of decent Lanson champagne. They were evidently already well into a bottle. As hotel rooms go it was perfectly fine - how about that: not one but two kingsize beds and - how nice - an enormous wall mirror facing the beds.
I remember that I was pleased that the room was warm and had a nice atmosphere: the lighting was soft and the radio was on with some quiet background music playing, but we couldn't have any incense on because of the smoke alarm.
Emma had changed and looked gorgeous. She was about 5 foot 6 tall, medium build with a pretty heart-shaped face. She wore large-framed designer glasses that somehow added to the overall sexiness. A little cap was perched on her short blonde page-boy, hair and she was wearing light make-up that nicely accentuated her blue eyes and dark red lips. She wore a black satin scoop-neck blouse with short puffed sleves, and I noticed that she had quite large, firm breasts. A PVC waspie corset was wrapped over a short satin skirt and white petticoats, showing off her shapely legs in wide-mesh fishnet hold-ups - I noticed a darling frilly garter on her right thigh. Lovely frilly panties in white showed off her well-rounded, slightly plump, arse. Dainty black fishnet-lace gloves and shiny court shoes completed the outfit.
Deep in my heart, I wondered what those soft red lips would look like wrapped round Steve's cock while I spanked that bare, plump, backside with one of my hairbrushes... I wondered if Steve was thinking that too.
+++++Part 4 - The Excitement of Being Watched
I rid myself of my bathrobe, noticing Emma checking me up and down when she thinks I wasn't looking, and we have a toast or two to guilt-free and mutual pleasure. Compliments are exchanged politely and, just before I could start to begin feeling weird, Steve stands up, his robe drops to the floor and his tall naked presence floods through my senses. I go to him immediately, urgent to enfold myself in his strong masculine presence once more...
I am vaguely aware that Emma has got behind the camera. My boyfriend wraps me in his arms and kisses me full on the mouth, with true passion. Despite myself, I forget all about Emma and the camera, moaning with pleasure when his leg pushes between mine and finds my own excited organ, bulging beneath its grey silk covering, before leaning into it with a delicious, knowing, firmness.
Steve holds me into his left shoulder, my head back to meet his insistant kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, the palm of his his right hand presses between my legs, rolling my stiff prick to and fro through the front of my french knickers, making me catch my breath in his mouth and urgently drop my own hand down between us to find him in return. He is already completely erect, the swollen shaft falling naturally into my hand as we continue to kiss and I gently wank him, pulling the hard prick slightly away from his body and teasingly rubbing the moist head against my smooth tummy.
Then his hands are under my peignoir, round my waist, sliding his palms down beneath my silken underwear, roaming licentiously over my bottom cheeks, pulling me to him until my breasts press into his chest trapping my hand around his prick between us. I know I am making him hot.
Imprisoned in grey silk, my prick rubs against the side of my own wrist and makes me want to explode, there and then, into my luxurious new panties.
It amuses Steve to see me like this and he grins down at me: "I think we should demonstrate to our guest just who's in charge, here."
Natural as anything, although we have rehearsed for the benefit of our guest, Steve turns and sits down in one of the bedroom chairs. It is plain straight up and down, with no arms to get in the way.
"Take that off" he indicates my peignoir.
Emma's eyes are wide with uncertain excitement over the top of the camera as I slide it from my shoulders and move towards him. Steve pauses momentarily to reach for a pat of butter from the hotel tea tray, then, running his hand down my right outer thigh, slides it under my stocking top.
"You know the score..." he orders, pointing at his lap and I move to obey my master.
I lower myself acquiescently across his knees, supporting myself on outstretched hands and stiletto toes. At the small of my back, I feel a forefinger hook into the waistband of my knickers and pull down - just enough to uncover the cheeks of my bum. My new suspenders stretch tautly over my full round bottom, perfectly displayed over his naked upper thighs. I feel his taut erection pressing into my left hip - I am already hard as iron pressed into his warm flesh.
Blood rushes to my head and one after the other - slap! slap! slap! - six strong slaps set my naked bottom cheeks trembling, I moan a little and wriggle a bit, not because of any discomfort, more for the visual effect on Emma - and on Steve! Smack! Smack! Smack! Another six and I feel some warmth growing across my exposed rear. I am starting to get into it now, eagerly awaiting delivery of my next batch of punishment, but it seems that that's it for the moment. Steve's hand rests propriatorily on my behind, now and then a wayward finger naughtily digs down into the crevice of my bottom crack and I hear him asking Emma if she also enjoys being spanked... I am finally allowed to get up, re-adjusting my knickers and rubbing my bum with perhaps a little dramatic license.
We can all see quite clearly what I'd just felt pushing up eagerly into my tummy - my boyfriends lovely cock, now rising up into the air, nice and stiff and ready for me
While Emma resets the camera I climb onto the firm bed and position myself on hands and knees - for my video debut proper, I want my lover to take me from behindI I spread my knees wide apart and wait. My heart is thumping in delicious anticipation. Steve retrieves the squidgy packet from my stocking top and the sound of him carefully opening it makes me quiver inside - I have no doubt as to what it is for!
I feel Steve's finger, warm and slippery with butter, slide up inside the wide leg of my french knickers and press into me, casually but definately skillfully, opening me up. His ease with such an intimate act arouses me even further and I receive the warm libation with unashamed pleasure, murmuring with delight whilst wriggling back against the probing finger. He smears the contents of the packet into my open anus, lightly pushing and circling inside, until I am dripping with smooth, slick butter.
His proud cock standing up between us my handsome blond boyfriend kneels up between my legs. With one hand he holds my hips steady, position himself ready, with the other he pulls the crotch of my knickers to one side, pressing his weapon between my open buttocks, letting me feel his desire and powerful male strength.
"...please" I whisper, shutting my eyes, the better to savour the feeling of being a heartbeat away from being entered and taken by another man...
+++++Part 5 - Jemima - As Totally Revealed as She Could Be
I can see it over and over again on the video, if I choose to, as often as I wish:
I'm lying tied face-down over a stack of gold and red pillows, spread-eagled width-ways across the crimson sheets, with the headboard on my right and the mirrored wall to my left. My feet stick over the right edge, my head and shoulders are level with the opposite edge.
I remain grateful that for now at least, my face is turned away, out of view. I am still wearing my lovely grey bra, suspenders and stockings, but my french knickers and stilettoes have been removed. Totally exposed to the viewer, the camera dwells on my raised buttocks, lingering over the pink and glowing curves before zooming right into the gaping crack between them. The rosebud of my anus is clearly visible, glistening with moisture in the rosy bedroom light - the insides of my thighs are streaked with similar shiny droplets reflecting back into the all-seeing lens.
I feel myself blush profusely once more at my own total shamelessness - obviously I had been the recipient of an utterly enjoyable and successful fucking and didn't care who could see me, collapsed wantonly across the bed, proffered backside virtually dripping with the plentiful residue of my lover's sperm. It is completely degrading and so incredibly erotic...
Steve had held me firmly round the waist, feeding his stiff cock into me until I literally begged him to stop. Whether it was the presence of the camera or not, my boyfriend seemed possessed, ploughing into my arse like a demon while I writhed and panted like a bitch in heat All the time, Emma videoed us, getting her first real-life glimpse of what happens when you are taken by a man. Her frilly pants had done a good job of keeping her modesty concealed, but I knew that seeing me tied across the bed, pressed into the supporting pillows with my bare buttocks pounded beneath the impact of Steve's powerful frame, shuddering with each vigourous thrust of his maleness into my body... well, it could not help but be having an effect, if her flushed face and big sparkling eyes were anything to go by, at least...
I felt like a total, utter, slut - not only letting myself be completely and masterfully shafted in front of Emma, but being captured on videotape for future enjoyment.
"er... if you could undo me, I'll go and clean up a bit..." I suggested weakly.
In answer, my boyfriend bent down close to my head, saying: "Not just yet, I think Emma would like a bit of fun too, eh?"
+++++Part 6 - Two Ends for the Price of One.
While my mind absorbed this sudden change of plan - I had never failed to make it extremely clear that I was not comfortable with other people participating in our lovemaking - Steve reached down into his travel bag and pulled out a thick, double-ended dildo with a bulbous glans at either end. The artificial prick was made of slick, spongy latex and flared towards the middle where a pair of rounded fake testicles bulged obscenely. It was around two inches round and maybe 16 inches long and obviously intended to be big enough for two!
Steve was in his element now, he moved the video camera on its tripod, angling it to encompass the whole area of the bed. He turned to Emma, "OK, panties off" he instructed.
She blinked at him for a few moments through her large, thin-framed spectacles then moved to obey. Still tied across the bed, I wondered if these new events were as much of a surprise to her as they were to me... I watched her blushing and fumbling, pulling the frilly knickers right down her thighs and around her ankles. She gingerly stepped out of them. Above her stocking tops, her soft prick lay nestled in a triangle of downy hair, pale round balls peeping out from underneath.
I knew how Steve's mind worked and knowing she had never done this with anyone before obviously heightened the already considerable erotic charge for him. He took a palmful of vaseline from the bedside cabinet and carefully lubricated both ends of the phallus, handing it to her. "That end's for Jemima," he said, eyes were sparkling, "...and that end's for you."
To my amazement, I watched her kneel awkwardly on the end of the bed, between my prostrate legs, and prod the latex prick against my upthrust, sticky, rosebud. Although annoyed that I hadn't been consulted, I had to admit that watching Emma nervously sliding one end of the long, heavy dildo up into my bottom, knowing that it would be her turn next, was quite arousing.
On the video I can see myself wriggling against my bonds, sighing luxuriously and helping as much as possible to get its entire length inside me. I can relive my sharp intake of breath as the flared end slides definately into me, then I feel the base of the central bulge rubbing between my buttocks, indicating that the whole 8 inches are right inside me.
At the same time my boyfriend is suddenly standing before me...
"A special treat for a thirsty girl" he smiles, full of surprises tonight, and lowering his glass to his waist pours champagne all over his cock and balls. It runs down his hardening shaft in golden rivulets, shining and sparkling in his pubic hair. Even though he is making me do such degrading thinds, my heart is so full of him and his beautiful body I could cry.
He steps close to my face and reaching down, lifts my chin, raising my head up into his groin. Unabashed, I watch myself once more preparing to pay the ultimate homage to the masculine sex, my midnight lips pouting and fluttering wickedly over the large, glistening, head before taking the beautiful stiff column, pale and veined like pure marble, right into my mouth. Gratefully I suck the tart, fizzy liquid from the moist shaft swirling it around the inside of my cheeks, "mmmm-mmm!" I murmur appeciatively around the slippery width, instantly feeling him growing even bigger with the vibration.
On the video I can clearly see myself, sucking my boyfriend's prick yet another time, my lips a black oval of delight, my face smiling as I enjoy playing with the proud organ, teasing and tantalising, lovingly working up and down the stiff shaft, exploring the thickness and weight of him, licking the engorged glans before enclosing it with full, whole-hearted, caresses of true adoration.
By now my head was bobbing up and down quite considerably, but I could still glance left and see in the mirrored bedroom wall - Emma taking a huge gulp of champagne - as if joining me in tasting the delights of this mans rampant cock. She was still holding her end of the dildo up, every slight movement transferred along its length into my trembling anus, standing with knees spread wide and bent, angled to present her delightful rear to the dildo's lubricated head. Up round her waist, her frilly maid's skirt is short enough to see everything.
Hesitantly she begins, impaling herself on the upthrust sex-toy, as slow and delicately as she can; every movement, every tremor is transmitted down through the dildo into the inner depths of my body. I moan round my mouthful of cock, feeling Emma's cool buttocks bump against mine. Leaning firmly back against me, a cute little gasping noise from behind heralds the last invading inch of dildo pushing deep into her rectum. I feel the pressure increase inside my own burning hole and I murmur appreciatively, excited by the thought that Emma is now feeling the same exquisitely exciting weight nestling snugly up inside her stretched entrance.
I take a risk, unable to help myself, and turn my head to the mirror: gazing back along my body, between my own spread legs and behind the hard shaft of my own erection, to see our two backsides nuzzled together, separated only by the thick plastic bulge of our shared impalement. A shiver of pleasure whispers through my stomach at the sight of Emma's small shaven balls, not to mention the juicy-looking hard-on curving nicely up over her skirt - the excited organ was well proportioned and quite thick - it was obvious that she really was getting turning on. As I watch, her right hand moves to her groin, fishnet-covered fingers wrapping themselves round the stiff shaft bobbing beneath her PVC-clad stomach.
I seize the opportunity to lean forwards slightly - as much as the cords allow me, in fact. I deliberately pause for a moment before rocking backwards, once more pressing against the cool, giving roundness of her bum and consequently working the dildo a little deeper into us both. A second, similar push and she gets the idea; I suddenly feel her, hesitantly at first, meeting each fresh nudge with a countering push back against me. "Oohh that's nice..." she whispers, enjoying the doubled impact between her buttocks.
I continue to suck the shaft bobbing in my mouth like my life depends on it, and I feel her bottom move in a different, additional rhythm and I glance back to see her rapidly wanking herself with firm, excited, strokes of her fist. If I could have grabbed my prick, I would have come feverishly all over the bedclothes just listening to her breathing...
I make myself concentrate then, feeling my lover tensing with an approaching orgasm. Looking up beneath a canopy of mascara'd lashes, I watch his face as the feeling builds - I can tell that he has really excited himself looking down at our sweaty, lingerie-clad forms, naked backsides riveted together with his double-ended present - and sure enough, his hands come down to grip my hair, his hips shuddering with a short jerking motion that heralds the climax I'm waiting for.
Releasing him from my lips, I pullmy head back and open my mouth wide in front of the straining purple glans, awaiting my reward. I am so close I can see the muscles in his shaft bulging with effort. Suddenly he comes and I open wide, catching the squirting sperm in my mouth and onto my eager tongue. One, two pulses of creamy ejaculation and I quickly close my mouth round the swollen head and literally suck on the sticky, throbbing, shaft. Salt-liquid sperm mingles with the echo of champagne and I close my eyes and am in heaven...
Seeing that moment again on the screen, I remember how good it had felt, swallowing his come while my arse frenziedly slapped against Emma's, the dildo battering my insides, my muscles clenching around its hot, stretching, width...
A sudden flurry of motion from behind me and suddenly the whole weight of Emma's lovely backside presses heavily against my buttocks. I feel her entire body shudder - "ooohh" comes a little voice - I open my eyes to try and look but see only a close-up of Steve's muscled stomach.
On the video she looks beautiful: a pretty french maid all in stockings and heels, bent forward at the waist with bare white bottom completely speared by the slick pink dildo protruding from her partners raised backside. Her little fishnet fist works deliriously between her legs and she desperately thrusts herself back onto the pretend cock that is fuckng her so wonderfully. Her head rolls back, her hips jerk and she climaxs with a gasp of total pleasure, exploding prick spraying thick blobs of spunk all over her hand and skirt, and dripping down onto the sandy-coloured veneer of the floor.
Steve's satisfied prick begins to soften in my mouth and I finish licking every last drop from my lovers organ when a small, upside-down, hand slides hesitantly up between my spread and aching thighs and wraps itself timidly round my straining erection. Excited beyond belief, I enthusiastically thrust my hips forward, pushing myself fully into the enclosing, sperm-damp, fingers. Once... twice... three-times... then unable to help myself, I give out an enormous groan of pleasure and explode into her fist. 22 year-old Emma is getting quite an education tonight!
+++++Part 7 - A Surprise Deflowering
I was probably naive, when I think back, but I truly never thought he'd do it.
Sitting on the toilet, wiping myself dry as much as possible, the giggling started. There came a series of sliding bed noises, then a soft cry of "no wait" followed by a gasp of pain. I stood up, flushed the toilet, came out of the bathroom and saw them there, on the bed.
I remember thinking at the time "now I can't be with him any more" and "how beautiful she looks" and feeling angry, sad and weirdly enough, incredibly privileged to be able to see them. Guess that was when I discovered that I really was quite romantic at heart. I didn't think of picking up the video camera and filming until too late - it wasn't the first thing on my mind at the time...
Indeed, Emma did look breathtakingly erotic, lying on her back beneath my boyfriend, wearing just bra and stockings, with her blonde head arching back to meet his in a frenzied open-mouthed kiss. Pale, bare arms clutch his neck for dear life, smooth legs in black fishnet wedged straight up in the air, trapped against her lover's outstretched forearms. In the perfect position for deflowering, she is totally and intimately open to him, her soft white buttocks raised up high into his groin and prised wide apart by the stiff pumping erection of the only man I'd ever let know the real me...
I felt immediate disappointment and pure sorrow for myself: "he doesn't want you any more" and "that was the last time you'll ever get to be fucked." How could the wonderful,incredible, sex we had together have not been enough for him? All the trust that I had shown in revealing to my lover all the exciting, forbidden, things that I desired with a man obviously counted for nothing against the lure of breaking in another naive virgin with a pretty behind...
Those big beautiful eyes are closed but I can see the sweat on her forehead and I can just make out vestiges of tears on those powdered cheeks. The man above her rocks repeatedly back-and-forth into the very core of her body and she shivers and moans into his mouth, making strange little panting sounds - more like pain than excitement. Above Steve's pistoning backside her bare heels wave helplessly in the air. Unconsciously she begins to wince in time with the thrusting, invading, cock hammering inside her and it suddenly dawns on me that she is actually surprised to find that she isn't enjoying it at all.
At that moment, Steve pauses. I know that look and it means that this is going to be quick and all about his pleasure (...but sometimes that's just what you want in a man...) Briefly looking straight down at her tearful, scrunched-up face, he shifts his weight back onto his knees, almost totally withdrawing from between those stretched and parted buttocks, before sliding his hands down to grasp her firmly round the waist. With a loud grunt, he pulls his hapless bedmate towards him. Emma's eyes open wide in surprise as she feels herself sliding down the bed right onto the proud outcrop of his swollen prick. Steve shoves himself back into her, plugging her arse with yet another helping of thick, rampant, cock and forcing a loud, wailing cry from those beautiful, ruby-red lips.
I watch in fascination as he fucks her, hard and fast, to the finish. Working his gasping, familiar, rhythm to orgasm, his balls bash into her pulled and shuddering anus, his taut thighs cannoning into her rear, his stomach rubbing across her limp, crushed, prick. She closes her eyes, turning her head on the pillow, away from my view, as if vainly trying to block out the knowledge and sensation of what she knows will happen next....
Steve grunts again, grabbing wildly at her plump white bottom before slamming himself between those wide-open cheeks with a final stretching thrust. I watch as my boyfriend leans on her with his whole weight, deliberately pressing her down into the mattress, the better to feel his powerful, rigid, tool pumping and jerking deep in her insides. She yells and thrashes about beneath him, trying to escape her fate, but is helpless to prevent the man on top of her from filling her virgin hole with as much spunk as he can summon up. (...especially since he'd come twice already in me, the shit...)
The man who used to be my boyfriend sighs once, before collapsing and rolling onto his back next to her now-motionless form.
I think by this time, none of us wanted to wait around for the aftermath, but obviously I can derive a miniscule amount of comfort from the fact that I remembered to keep the tape...
+++++Part 8 - Jemima's Search for Fulfilment
So what on earth is a girl to do? All I ever wanted was a man who would complement and appreciate the passions and desires that drive Jemima. In return for a loving, reciprocal, safe, relationship, I will dress and play totally for his pleasure, completely devoting myself to his fantasies, and in time, utterly revealing and exploring the depths of my feminine self to him. With proper love and caring I will submit to him and take his prick inside my body; with grateful awe and humility I will receive his spankings and thoughtful discipline - I will always make sure he is satisfied in every way, but I will do it with full self-respect, because it is my choice and no-one else's...
but it seems that men do not understand this, and rules are meant to be broken and the grass is always greener or whatever...
...and I still have the daydreams about him...
They do say you never forget your first. I shall always love Steve for showing me just how wonderful it can be when a man sees you as you truly are, desires you and wants to totally possess you. As my very first boyfriend, Steve taught me, and showed me, things about myself - directly and indirectly - that I will never forget.
But neither will I ever forget what a fuckwit he was, too.