Message-ID: <19640eli$9902040433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: suenewhamp@aol.com (SueNewHamp) Subject: Sue's 11th: Film at Eleven 2/2 (MFf, video, shaving) 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: <19990203084820.00358.00000045@ng-ch1.aol.com> NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only -- so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNewHamp@AOL.com ... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life! ********************************** FILM AT ELEVEN: part 2 of 2 by Sue In part one, Nina and Bart have shaved each other’s bodies while I videotape them. I’ll start with the last paragraph of part one: When the job is done, Nina and Bart both stand in front of the fire, and I scan the camera all over their perfectly shaved and smooth bodies. While I am occupied with this filming, they start caressing each other. Bart’s hands wander and explore Nina’s face, her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples. She raises her arms straight up, and he rubs into her underarms. She shows no sign of being ticklish, but her nipples start to become bigger. Bart turns her body around, so that her back is towards him, and her front is facing me and the camera. As I record their foreplay, he starts to trace his fingertips around her skin, which is golden with the light of the flames. Using his fingernails, he draws invisible lines and circles under her neck and up to her face. Then his nails scratch lightly down onto her shoulders, and up her upreaching arms. He grasps her hands and pulls upwards, pulling her taller, making her delicate musculature stand out even more. Then he resumes tracing abstract designs onto her arms, and down into her armpits. I focus the camera on her face, and I am struck by her trance-like countenance. Her eyes stare straight ahead, hardly blinking, but I can see some tension etched into her facial muscles. Keeping still and avoiding the temptation of succumbing to the tickling is becoming difficult, but she is disciplined enough to stay in place as Bart’s fingers drag down her sides, bumping over her ribs one by one. Now he reaches around to continue his fingerpainting on her flat tummy, poking into her navel. And then upwards onto the overhand of her projecting ribcage, and then up more, onto the upslopes of her volcanic breasts, which are pulled up and together by her arms-in-the-air position. Now the pressure of his fingertips is pressing harder, and I zoom in closer. His fingers leaves pale tracks in her pinkish gold skin, but within seconds, the tracks disappear, like jet contrails in the sky. Bart’s fingers are drawing circles around her nipples, around and around. The circles are getting smaller, spiraling in on the obvious targets, the erect nubbins of her nipples. They are sticking out like pencil erasers, covered with tiny bumps. The tips of her nipples each have a small indentation. Now his fingers are centered on her nipples, and Bart finally stops his scratching, drawing motions, and he cups his palms under her breasts, with his thumb and first finger seizing the nipples. He begins to roll the ends, lightly at first, then harder. As he fondles her nipples, he also gently pulls them up and away from her chest, pulling her breasts into elongated cones. Then he uses his palms to pump at the fleshy base of her breasts. When I briefly focus the camera back up to her face, I can see that she now has the tip of her tongue poling out between her tightly drawn lips, and her eyes are closed. Back to her breasts, and as Bart’s hands release their grip, I notice that Nina’s breath has become much more rapid, and her skin is covered with a sheen of perspiration. She is trying so hard to keep her composure, but the tickling and the breast massage are so arousing to her (and to me, for I can feel my the crotch of my leotard getting more moist, and my own nipples straining against the tight lycra fabric). The camera follows Bart’s hands down over her tummy, and then over the front of her hips. When he reaches her thighs, he gently pulls outwards, encouraging her to spread her legs. This reveals shiny streaks of slick moisture running from her crotch down onto her inner thighs. While she has maintained tight control over her bodies motions during Bart’s fingerpainting, her vaginal juices are not so easily disciplined. The sweet secretions have overflowed their warm vessel and seeped though the smoothly shaved tissues. I bring the camera close and refocus on the tracks, and I can now see a fresh droplet of this nectar, a clear, glossy bump reaching the end of a track. I follow it down as it is pulled by gravity, blazing a fresh trail down her silky skin. It acts like a tiny magnifying class, like dew drops on a fallen leaf in Autumn. God, this is erotic to watch so close-up. I’ve been known to make the crotch of my panties damp, but Nina’s unrestrained flow is evidence of her heightened arousal. Just as some men exude more precome than others, so it is with women. And Nina is an extreme example! Her body is preparing itself for being invaded by Bart’s one-man army. She will be welcoming rather than resisting this conquistador! I’ve widened my camera view so that I am now seeing Nina’s entire waist and upper legs. Bart has bent his knees enough to make up for the fact that her legs are spread wide apart. This puts his hips low enough so that he can grab his hard cock and guide it between her ass cheeks and through to the front. Between her thighs there suddenly appears the end of Bart’s cock. The uncircumcised foreskin is pulled back and bunched up behind the ridge of the head. The upwards curvature brings it up so that it presses Nina’s shaven cunt lips apart. They sort of wrap themselves around the shaft and loose foreskin, and it truly appears that his cock is part of her cunt. Only two or three inches of cock extend beyond her smooth mons. Bart reaches around Nina again, and he resumes the finger tracing that he was doing before. This time, his canvas is the tight, shaven flesh around her cunt. He rubs and pulls the skin, gradually walking his fingers inwards and downwards onto her inner thighs, where he kind of squeegees her dripping cunt juices upwards, making a massage oil that he rubs into her outer cunt lips and his cock head. Everything is so reflective and glistening with this clear lubrication, and I can see a few drops of Bart’s precome bubbling from his piss hole. He is using one of his hands to exert some upwards pull on the exposed part of his cock. The purpose of this maneuver is obvious. It applies pressure into the folds of Nina’s cunt. In fact, it serves to press her clitoral hood forwards and into view, and it tries to impress itself into the firm flesh of his cock head. Her milky while clitoris peeks out from the hood to one side of his cock. She is being incredibly stimulated by the almost imperceptible back and forth motion of his cock. Her puffy labia, the opening to her vagina, and her clitoris are all being rubbed and squashed by the taut column of man-flesh lancing through her cunt. Again I pull the camera back further so that I can now see their entire bodies. Nina’s arms have finally relinquished their straight up position. But instead of falling forwards, She has let them bend backwards (yoga, again). Her hands have pulled Bart’s head forwards onto one of her shoulders, and she is running her fingers though his full head of hair -- the only hair on his body. He is rubbing his face into her blond tresses. They are both so totally absorbed into their inter-twined, interactive sculpture. At this moment, Bart finally tires of his difficult bent-knee position, so he pulls his cock out from between her thighs and sit back onto the end of the ottoman. Leaning back a little, he rests his weight onto his hands on the couch behind him. Nina slides her feet backwards so that she is straddling the couch, facing away from Bart, her ass pressing into his upper chest. She is facing toward me and the camera, but she shows no interest in what I am doing. She reaches behind her back and grabs Bart’s wet cock. It is so hard and erect (and slippery) that it requires some effort to pull it away from his stomach. But when she gets it directed upwards and slightly forwards, she bends her knees a little. This slowly lowers her cunt down toward the helmet shaped end of his cock. As she drops down, I shuffle my knees forwards so that I get closer and closer, positioning myself right between Bart’s knees. Eventually, I discover that I can’t get any closer without losing my ability to focus the camera. But I am close enough. Completely filling the rectangular image in the viewfinder is the head of Bart’s cock, and the tubular ridges of Nina’s labia. The little purple flaps of her inner lips are spread like the wings of a dove over just the piss hole of his cock. They are a little thicker and darker than they were when I was looking at them during Nina’s shaving. At the top of the viewfinder is the white marble shape of Nina’s distended clitoris. As I watch this incredible tableau, I can see more clear fluids seeping around the edge of her open lips and down onto his cock. This is a combination of each of their juices, a cocktail of love, a potion of carnal desire. The purple wings of her inner labia start to spread further apart, and I see the set surface of his cock head slowly disappear into the hidden recess of her vagina. Something about it makes it appear that her cunt is actually sucking Bart’s cock into her. When her lips reach the edge of his crown, they actually pop over the edge and squeeze down onto the shaft. Bart’s bunched foreskin is pushed downwards by the pursed inner labia. I realize that Nina’s cunt is incredibly tight, despite her wide open stance and her lubricated canal. As hard as Bart’s cock has become, she is still squeezing it’s circumference like a boa constrictor. She continues to drop her hips, swallowing his long cock millimeter by millimeter. Eventually, the ring of foreskin is consumed by her patient yet voracious cunt. The raised tube on the underside of his cock protrudes and divides her purple labia. and the veins on his cock are raised and blue from the clamping pressure of her vagina. I keep the camera focused tight to the creeping juncture that joins the two of them. Still she continues downward, and now her dark inner lips are drawn inwards and up into her cunt, pulled in along with his cock. Eventually, she reaches the bottom of his pole. Her ass cheeks are pressed tight onto his hips. Neither of them moves. How can they resist the temptation to start pistoning his cock into her cunt? As I observe her stretched vaginal opening, I can see some pulsing in the tight flesh. She is contracting and softening her vaginal muscles in a rhythmic pattern, massaging Bart’s cock in the hot wet vise. This scenarios more than I can stand, and so I can no longer be a passive bystander. I am holding the camera mainly in my right hand, and I steady myself by resting that elbow on Bart’s left knee. I let my rear end drop down so that I can support some of my weight on my heels. One heel slips between my cheeks and insinuates itself into the folds of my own cunt. I hadn’t realized how aroused I had become, but my heel squishes into a swamp of hot dampness, and prods at my clitoris. I want to make a physical connection with these beautiful sexual animals, so my left hand lets go of the camera and reaches forwards, riding along the sweaty surface of Bart’s right thigh. My hand is drawn like a moth to a flame, the heat of their commingled crotches. In the viewfinder, I finally see the tips of my fingers, the red-painted nails in sharp contrast to the pink and white tinged with gold. It is somehow as if my fingers and my impulses are completely divorced from the part of me that is watching through the camera. And as I watch those foreign fingers, they massage Nina’s bulging smooth outer labia. I pinch and pull at the full flesh. I let my thumb drop down and ring around the incredible thickness of base of Bart’s cock. My fingers reach under his balls and juggle them. I can feel the pulsations that emanate from deep inside Nina’s vagina. Now I realize that Bart is contributing to the throbbing in Nina’s cunt. He is tensing up his cock, contracting his cock muscles in the same tempo as Nina’s contractions. Without planning it, my fingers figure out exactly how to become part of Bart and Nina’s interaction. My middle finger slides up the valley between his two balls, and my fingertip presses hard into the resilient tube under his cock, becoming a part of his cock. Sliding further up his cock, my finger enters right into Nina’s vagina. At first, it seems like there wouldn’t be enough room for me, but Nina’s flesh loosened it’s grip just enough, and she encourages me to push it in all the way. When I do, two of my other fingers slide up on the outside of her skin, and end up straddling her clitoris. I squeeze them in towards each other, and they pinch in onto the hard nub of her clitoris. My length of my middle finger is rubbing into the sensitive underside of Bart’s cock, and the fingertip is tickling right at the edge of the crown, all encased in the throbbing grasp of Nina’s cunt. The knuckles of this finger bump and grate against her G spot. All the while, my own heel is pressed hard into my own cunt, and I have subconsciously started to rock back and forth, massaging my own clitoris with the blunt probe. The crotch of my leotard is impressed deep into my crack. Nina and Bart remain motionless, except for their contractions within her cunt. My left hand pushes in and out, riding the arrow of Bart’s cock. My fingertips flick and diddle Nina’s clitoris. My palms brush the smooth flesh of Bart’s balls. This isn’t going to take long, I was sure. I know that I am getting close to my orgasm, and Nina’s whole body starts to shiver and jerk in minute vibrations. Bart’s balls begin to lift and churn in their sack. More and more juices are squeezed out from the hairline seam around the rim of Nina’s cunt, flooding my fingers and palm with aromatic sticky fluid. We are perfectly synchronized. Nina and Bart both start to moan and sigh, and Nina hunches her hips back and down, her tummy jutting forwards so that she can exert even more pressure onto her G spot from my knuckles. This in turn presses my finger even harder into Bart’s cock. Finally, Nina unfreezes and rises up and down three times in rapid succession. three times, Bart’s magnificent cock appears and disappears. In the viewfinder, things are becoming hard to comprehend, I abandon my attempts to watch through the lens. But I keep the camera frozen in position as I let my own orgasm rise up from my cunt and envelop my whole body. I feel like my heel is doing do squash my clitoris so flat that it will never recover, but I continue to press down hard and rock back and forth. Bart’s balls pull up tight against the base of his cock, and I can feel the pulses inside his balls, as they pump out his load of semen. Nina rises up one more time, and she now maintains her position. Bart’s cock head is now nestled into the purple inner labia, which are quivering along with the rest of her body. The first jet of Bart’s cream sprays upwards with such force that it separates those inner lips, and exposes the gaping entrance of Nina’s vagina. He hoses spurt after spurt into the churning cavern, and the pearly white semen hangs in stringy stalactites from the pink and purple flesh of Nina’s cunt. As my fingers wrap around his cock and pump out more and more streams, gooey ropes of the stuff rain down onto my hand. Nina has brought one of her hands around so that she can take up the stimulation of her clitoris, and she too is going over the top, engulfed in wave after wave of her orgasm. An incredible amount of clear fluid starts to drip out of her vagina, intermingling with the white semen to form swirling streaks. We have all been so intent on our physical sensations that it comes as a surprise to me to discover that we are all making plenty of sound as well. Nina is making an intense, high pitched humming sound, and Bart is grunting in rhythm with his continuing ejaculations. I am chanting hoarsely, saying “yes....yes.......YYYEEESSSS.” This is amazing. We are so involved, so intertwined, so absorbed by the waves of our simultaneous orgasms. Fragrant liquids, animalistic sounds bind us together in this moment in time... And it is all recorded for posterity. I hope that they will let me have a copy of this videotape. I want to relive and enjoy this moment again and again. Note: this series of stories began in “On the Dock,” and continued in “To Serve and Protect.” Now that this story is complete, I invite you all to write sequels about Bart, Nina, the cop, you, and me,.... or whatever turns you on! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----