Message-ID: <7125eli$9803221748@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: corn53@aol.com (Corn53) Subject: Jemma - Caught, parts 3 - 6, MMMM/f anal (Corn53) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998032121455400.QAA13629@ladder01.news.aol.com> Nobody under 18 should read this story. It is somewhat erotic and based in part on actual events, which could be very disturbing to young readers! JEMMA - CAUGHT SHOPLIFTING . THE PHOTO SESSION (part 3) “Let’s fix your hood, Jemma. You have such pretty hair, we want to see it.” Bill said while adjusting my blindfold under my hood. Then he pulled the hood off. “Try this one on her.” another voice said. “We can pull those cute pony tails through it.” It fit like a loose ski mask with a slit on either side. They pulled my pig tails with the purple angora ribbons through the holes. I could flip my head back and forth and make my pig tails fly around to my nose. “This looks really cute, Jemma, with your hair sticking out the sides of your new hood. Let me help you get dressed now, sweetie.” said the other voice. “Sit down while I help you put these thigh-high hose and high heels on.” “But I’m not wearing any clothes,” I reminded them, “and besides, I have trouble walking in high heels.” “Let me help you with this nightie, Jemma.” said Bill, “Your tan lines will show up great through the sheer material.” “What am I supposed to do, Bill” I asked as he helped me get into the nightie. It was open in front, came down almost to my waist, and seemed to have a ruffle around around the edge. Bill told me it was white to match my hose. “Jemma, all you have to do is walk around. The photographers will get lots of pictures. Don’t worry about what to do. They might tell you how to pose and when to take off your nightie.” He explained. “This is a perfect size for you.” Bill was kneeling in front of me. He traced his finger across the tops of my legs from hip to hip, to show how far down my nightie went. It didn’t even reach down all the way to the top of my slit. It was about two inches above it. “Your little white slit is perfect, Jemma. This outfit will drive the judges crazy. They’re gonna love watching you wobble around in these high heels with your pointy white breasts showing clearly through your nightie. Your tan lines almost make it look like you’re wearing panties, except they will see your tight little lips. Let’s go.” We walked out onto a stage. I could see flashes as I wobbled out holding onto Bill’s arm. He let me go and I continued wobbling around. They had me hold open my nightie, which was tied at the neck and walk around around again. “See if you can squat down on your heels, Jemma.” said one of the judges. I did this quickly and almost lost my balance because of the high heels. We all laughed as I recovered. “Such a beautiful little slit, isn’t it?” someone commented, “Her tiny pink inside flaps are so small and delicate.” “Perfect.” said someone else. “So pink. I’m going to sign up for her ‘tasting.’” “Want me to show you some of my cheeleading exercises?” I asked, eager to please. “That’s a great idea, Jemma.” said several of the judges & photographers. I could stand and touch my toes even with the high heels. I did various standing and sitting stretches, feeling complimented by the flashing camera lights. They especially liked the hands and knees stretch when I extended one leg at a time out, up and as high as possible behind me. “Stay on your hands and knees and see how far you can lower your head.” the directions continued, “Put your knees a little farther apart. That’s it. Good girl, Jemma. Your little fanny is so cute. Your hole is such a light pink, we can hardly. see it.” “Maybe I could stretch it open a little bit wider so you could see it better. Want me to try?” I asked. “Good idea.” said one of the judges, obviously pleased. With the lights flashing through my hood, I let my shoulders rest on the floor and put my hands on my fanny and pulled my cheeks apart even farther. “How’s that?” I asked. “Excellent!” said several men. “Take off the nightie now, Jemma, and do some more stretching.” After a few stretches I asked if I could take off the high heels and do some jumps. They thought that would be fine. I did cartwheels, jumping jacks, side twists, jogging in place, and some of the other exercises we used to practice. I sat on the floor with legs straight and wide apart, with palms together over my head. I leaned to touch one foot at a time. “You getting all this on the video, Mark?” someone asked. “I love the way her firm, little, white titties are bouncing.” “Every cute little move, jiggle, and stretch. Wouldn’t miss a minute.” answered Mark. “She should get a whole video of her own when we edit this.” I felt so proud of myself. “Want to stretch some more on the table for us, Jemma?” “OK, Sure. What do you want me to do?” as they led me down off the stage and lifted me to a padded table. I laid on my back on a towel, surrounded by the judges. “Go ahead and touch yourself now, Jemma, like you want to make yourself tingle inside.” suggested one of the men beside me. “Like this?” as I began massaging my own breasts. More flashes. “Here’s a challenge for you, Jemma. See if you can touch your front hole and back hole at the same time.” dared one of the men by my elbow. “Bet you can’t do it.” “I bet I can, because I’ve done that at home. I could even put a finger in each one at the same time! Want to see?” I said, accepting their dare. “Yes!” said most of the judges who were crowding around me. “First I want to put my finger in my mouth to make it slippery. OK?” and not waiting for permission put my right forefinger in my mouth, coating it with lots of spit. I rolled over on my tummy, lifted my hips,spread my legs about a foot apart, put my right hand over my fanny and began making little circles on my fanny hole. My left hand went under me, between my legs and right into my slit, going into the front hole about an inch. Now my back hole was wet and I pushed my wet finger in almost all the way. “I’ll show those guys.” I thought to myself plunging both fingers in and out. Flashes of light told me they were impressed. “Her little fanny is almost a foot off the table.” someone noted, appreciating how limber I was. “I know another way to do it, too. Want to see?” I asked into the towel. “Oh, Yeah.” “Please do.” and other words of encouragement. I pulled out my fingers and rolled over onto my back, lifted my legs and went on up into a shoulder stand. Then I slowly lowered my legs till my knees were almost next to my head. I put my arms between my legs with elbows on the backs on my knees in a yoga-like posture. Then I put my right forefinger into my mouth again to get it really wet, reached up between my legs, and slid it into my ‘back hole,’ as they called it. It went all the way in in this position. As I slid my other finger into my now wet pussy, I heard the judges shuffling around by my head for a better view. “Let the camera get closer.” someone said as I continued to finger myself, beginning to enjoy the stimulation, as well as the attention. “She’s gonna love the Vibrator Table.” “I’ll bet she likes the Anal Catch Game.” “Can’t wait to taste her. Look how juicy she is already.” “It’s going to be fun massaging her on the Oil Table.” and more stimulating comments which were getting me even more excited, and looking forward to the rest of the ‘Contests.’ “The tan lines make it look almost like she’s wearing panties. Doesn’t it Fred?” “And those firm little titties stick straight out in any position.” and more comments with each change of position. Those men made me feel so pretty. ************************************************************************** ************** JEMMA - POWDERED & OILED Part 4 “Are your feet cold, Jemma?” asked Bill as we walked away from the stage, the dog chain attached to my neck collar again. “No, I’m fine. Sometimes I get goose bumps from excitement, not because I’m cold.” and thankful for his concern, “Thanks for taking good care of me tonight, Bill. Is there anything I can do for you?” “Not right now. Maybe later.” patting my fanny as we walked. “You’re doing just fine. Here we are already. This contest won’t take too long.” He put on the blindfold, then removed the hood. “Were going to check your muscle tone, Jemma,” added a familiar voice, although I didn’t know his name. “And you skin tone, after we sprinkle powder all over you.” Several of the judges seemed to be following me from contest to contest. “We’re going to put you up on this table, Jemma, on these soft towels. Then we’ll sprinkle powder all over and lightly tickle every square inch of your skin, to test the tightness.” added Bill as he helped me up, along with other helpful hands. “Stay on you hands and knees for the first part.” Without any further directions, several men started sprinkling powder and ‘tickling’ it all over me. They covered every square inch, like Bill said they would, but of course, some of my square inches got lots more testing that others! I was noticing the different “touch” of each of the judges - their hands felt different on me - surface roughness, size, degree of gentleness, etc. I liked them all. Each one felt great. One judge was new - big calloused hands with such a light touch. He liked to stand behind me and knead my fanny like it was bread dough. After about ten minutes, the powder had worked into me - or rubbed off- whatever. Anyway, I only changed positions once - from my hands and knees to flat on my back. They even did my face. Each of the judges took turns kissing me to determind the firmness of my lips. They put my legs striaght up in the air and tickled them up and down - toes to fanny, while I held my legs up with my toes pointed. I hardly talked at all during this contest, just enjoying the sensations. If this was like getting a massage, like they talked about on TV, it was great. Nobody put fingers ‘in’ me during the powder part of this contest. Everybody gave my skin tone a score, as if I was in a diving or gymnastics event. “10” “ 8” “10” “ 9” and so on. Then they helped me back to my hands and knees and began putting oil on me - long, squeezing motions - sometimes closer to pinching. It felt good, too. Bill asked me if I was OK since I was quiet. “It just feels so good.” I told him. With all the oil on their hands, they began slipping their fingers deeper and deeper into me. At first I thought it was accidental when they massaged over my pussy or anus, but each time - a little deeper. I noticed that I was leaning into the pressure of their fingers and not leaning away. They must have noticed, too, because I heard some whispered comments like, “She’s gonna like the next contest.” “Look how she leans back onto my finger. Must like it.” I didn’t care. They didn’t know who I was, as Bill pointed out between each contest, encouraging me to just enjoy the evening. I almost drooled when the big callused finger slid into my bottom while someone else’s finger was all the way in my pussy and two other men were massaging my breasts. The hands and knees position gave them all access and made my breasts more pliable - pointing down - two inches - towards the table top. “Ohhh.” I moaned quietly, as the big finger slid slowly into my bottom. All too quickly I had to lay flat on my back again, which always seemed to make my breasts loose what little definition they had. This time I put my knees up so they could reach more of me. It still felt good, of course, but was not as sensuous as the hands and knees position. Bill said I got excellent scores on the skin tone and muscle tone event as we left. ****************************************************** JEMMA - THE CATCH GAME Part 5 Bill (or Charlie) whispered in my ear as he led me to my next event. It felt good to have my hands down and walking freely, although the leather cuffs were still on my wrists, they weren’t attached to anything. I still couldn’t see and had a leather collar around my neck with a chain attached, but I didn’t feel threatened as Bill walked me along. “Try to do your best, Jemma, and maybe we’ll win a prize. Who knows, if we win, you’ll get two hundred dollars.” “What do I have to do?” “Just open as fast as you can when you feel the finger in the right spot. You’ll catch on.” as he patted my bare bottom. “Did you know your titties jiggle when you walk? That’s so cute.” “Oh, you’re funny.” I giggled. “They’re too little to jiggle.” We stopped by the next platform. I heard the men helping another contestant down off the stage. Bill jiggled my titties with his hand while we waited for the other girl to get down. “Nice job, Ariel, highest score so far.” one of the men said to the exiting contestant. “Ariel” as least I knew one of the other girls’ names. Several men started sprinkling powder on me and tickling me lightly all over. “Why are they powdering me, Bill?” “In this event you will want your hands and fanny to be dry. More friction that way, so you can pull your bottom open faster - without your hands slipping.” (My bottom open?) “I’m still not sure I know what to do, Bill, but I’ll try to do my best.” I said cheerfully. This was turning out to be more fun than I thought. What the heck. Nobody knew who I was, and I sure was getting lots of attention. “ Step right on up here, Little Jemma, we’ll show you what to do.” said a different voice. “Get on your hands and knees. Now back up. That’s a girl. Now your feet are over the edge. Put your knees farther apart.” said several different voices. Once again I was about table top high, surrounded by men. Most of them were behind me. “Take it easy. We’ll get her ready.” Bill told them. He had explained that each of the girl contestants had a “guardian” who would keep an eye on them the whole night - look out for their safety and so forth. He was my guardian that night. “We’re going to put this box under your head, Jemma. That’s it.” The wooden box had a thin pillow on it. I lowered my head and shoulders onto it, which took the weight off my hands. They placed my hands on the sides of my fanny. I heard a buzzing sound. One of the men was putting some kind of lubricant into my bottom and said, “Open up” as he put more in. “Relax that pretty little butt, Jemma, this won’t hurt.” And it didn’t. He kept putting more lubricant into my bottom, then put a more watery oil around on my fanny up and down between my cheeks. Not reaching out to my where my hands had been placed. “Now, here’s how this game works, Jemma. One of us will slowly slide his finger around on your pretty little fanny. If you feel the finger right over your hole, you’ve got to pop it open. Kind of like a little trap - to ‘catch’ the finger.” he explained patiently while his finger glided around and around on my bottom - up and over - down beside it - across again - and... I pulled my cheeks wide apart - fast - just as his finger glided over my anus. His finger dropped in, to his second knuckle. “Good catch!” he said and began tickling me with some kind of vibrating plastic thing - right on my little button in the front of my pussy. “This is your reward.” as he circled the vibrator around my button with his finger still inside my anus. “You caught the very first one!” We did this a few more times and I caught it every time. Very pleased with myself about the game and very pleased inside myself, too. Each time I caught his big finger, he buzzed my little button. My tummy was getting a mushy feeling, like I might get those good twitches. Then he asked the quiet onlookers. “Anybody else want to test her?” “I do!” said a chorus. ***************************************************** JEMMA -TOO EMBARASSING TO MENTION Part 6 See Author’s Note at the end of my story. Let me just say it was bizzare, kinky... and I loved it. Although I would like to do it again, I’m too embarassed to ask anyone about trying it with me. I need to find someone who is really open minded. ***************************************************** next: JEMMA - GETTING TASTED Part 7 ************AUTHOR'S NOTE ************************************************************ Please let me know if you have any memories to share, which I could include in future stories. Also, do you hanve any or know of any sites for suitable pics (over 18, but shaved, very small breasts, petite) Corn53@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |