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Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 04:10:02 -0500
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Hi,
Please publish the attached story.
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the order in which they are published (the order in which they are listed
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Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer - doalfer@hotmail.com

An Erotic Video
By Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
MMF, Exhib


An Erotic Video.

I was twenty-two years old, and didn't feel there was anything in this world
that that I couldn't cope with. I had been through a lot and had handled it
all to my own satisfaction. Other people might find me selfish, but I just
wrote that off as envy. To me, love, was to be loved. What I today know
as love had not yet entered my life.


"Get her back, get her", Andy yelled at Emil. Andy was keeping out of the
way as he had the video camera. I had just splashed water at him, only
just missing the camera, so it was up to Emil to get back at me. Andy kept
filming as Emil chased me all over the beach and finally downed me in the
shallow water almost at Andy's feet. As I got up knew my thin dress was
clinging to my body, clearly showing that I was wearing nothing under it.  I
kind of liked the idea that Andy was getting this on tape, so I made a bit 
of
a show of brushing the water off me, only making the dress cling even
more closely to my body.

"She might just as well not be wearing anything," Emil exclaimed to Andy,
as he stared at me. "Are you getting that on tape," he asked, directing
Andy's shooting to make sure he got the best possible footage of me.

I didn't mind Andy filming me. He had only just got the camera and had
brought it along all weekend, shooting us all the time, even though none
of the shots had been as revealing or exciting as this one.

I had only recently started going out with Andy and we were still
developing the relationship. I knew they had had some kind of competition
going between them as to who would be the one to finally go out with me.
But to me there had never been any doubt. Emil was fine to be with,
amusing, good looking, but in my opinion shallow and only thinking of sex.
Not that I minded that, but Andy had so much more to offer. He was
studying music and journalism at the same time. Perhaps not as
handsome as Emil, but leaner and taller, and so much more intelligent. He
was thinking of what he could do for me and not just for himself (which
suited me just fine). We had profound discussions on all kinds of exciting
subjects ranging from politics, philosophy and economics to food and sex.
On the last two subjects he was experimental, which, especially for the
last topic, I saw as a tremendous advantage.

"I think you need to take that off to let it dry, or you will catch a cold," 
Emil
called after me.

Yeah, I knew he would have liked that. He had been rather pointed in his
way of complaining about the fact that Andy was now the one 'screwing'
me, as he griped, with his characteristic lack of subtlety. Even though I
knew he was probably right from the point of view of being discreet, I
wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of reaching the obvious climax of
the weekend - which he had been constantly working at.

"Nice of you to worry so much about me," I yelled back to him as I took off
in long strides away from them. "But I think I will just run to get warm,
thanks".

I ran along the beach, shaking the dress loose from my body to allow it to
dry. I knew what my hard nipples showing through the thin material must
have done for Emil, but I just didn't care too much about his frustrated
feelings. I did however, find it rather arousing, knowing what it was doing
to him.

We had been playing this game all weekend. Normally I would have had
no problems with being topless, or even naked for that matter, around two
such good looking guys, but I was conscious of Andy's feelings. Also, I
had got myself into an obstinate mood, not wanting to give Emil what he
obviously wanted. Not necessarily sex, but just to see me naked. It had
become a bit of a challenge or a game, and so far I had had no problems
staying ahead. Easy for me, I got all the sex I needed from Andy!

For the sake of helping Emil to get a glimpse of me naked, Andy was on
his side, though. I had been a bit surprised and somewhat hurt when I first
found out. I had started to keep myself decent around Emil because I
didn't know how Andy would feel. Obviously, I thought, he must still see
Emil as an adversary. But as we spoke about it during our lovemaking I
had made it quite clear that he was the winner by a large margin, and he
seemed to have accepted that, to the effect that he didn't see Emil as a
threat any more. Maybe he even found it a bit fun to be able to
demonstrate to Emil what it was Emil had missed out on, and what he,
Andy, had gained. However, having started my role I found it difficult to
get out of it, and I didn't think it would do anything to Emil's 
chauvinistic
image to let him win our little game.

We had reached the steps leading up the cliff to an abandoned
lighthouse, and I stood waiting for them. I was going to let them go up the
steep steps ahead of me, as I was certain they would have a perfect view
of my naked rear end if I went first. We had gone to the beach in good
time for our trip to the lighthouse to watch the sun setting into the sea. 
It
had been a very hot day, and it was still a very hot and humid evening, so
even though none of us wore any swimsuits under our clothes, we
decided to go swimming.

Emil suggested we go skinny-dipping. I wouldn't have expected anything
else from him. But I actually wore a pair of skimpy bikini bottoms and a
thin T-shirt under the dress as it was otherwise very see-through, so I
could easily swim in those. However, it turned out that neither of the boys
wore underwear under their loose shorts, so they just dropped them and
ran for the water ahead of me. Even though it was done quickly, I couldn't
miss the opportunity of looking at both dicks and comparing them: I made
a point out of not looking away as they dropped their shorts. Emil was
laughing as he saw me watching.

"So you won the little game," he grinned. "But you just wait, you may have
won the set but not the match."

I couldn't help myself looking down at his swollen but still not erect dick.
Andy's was long and thin. In my experience the tall lean, muscular type of
guys had the longest dicks, which certainly was right as far as Andy was
concerned. However, it was impossible to establish a rule about the
medium sized and well-built guys. I have seen bodybuilder types with
ridiculously small cocks, and some with really impressive fat and large
types. I couldn't tell what Emil's was going to be like when erect, but it
certainly had potential. At that time I was glad I didn't have to drop my
clothes, because with my exhibitionistic tendencies I might have got so
excited from being naked in front of him that I might not have been able to
control myself!

Being the first back from the swim I managed to get into the dress and get
off the wet top and bottom from beneath the dress, staying quite decent
throughout, but aware of the half-transparent dress under which I now had
no T-shirt to supplement. Again I had a look at the guys carefully getting
out of the water, making sure not to trip on the slippery stones at the edge
of the water. Not much to look at however, as the cold water had shrunk
their dicks into something looking thoroughly disappointing.

"After you, m'lady," Emil tried, as expected, to get me to go up the stairs
first.

"No thanks," I said smiling. "The gentleman image doesn't suit you.
Anyway, it is not considered gentlemanly to let the lady go first when it is
a question of climbing stairs."

"I had no intention of being a gentleman," he said as if I had insulted him.
"I just wanted Andy to get a good shot of you climbing the stairs."

"I know, but I'll just trail along at my own pace. You guys go ahead, " I
said, watching them run ahead up the stairs in a race to be first to the 
top.

Two-hundred-and-sixty-six  steep steps. I didn't think I was in too bad a
shape, but I was still panting heavily as I reached the boys at the top of
the stairs. Andy was filming me as I flung myself down on  a conveniently
handy bench. I knew he liked the way the dress was clinging  me. I was
wet again, this time from perspiration.

"If you keep filming me like that, people are going to think this is a porno
film," I said, half mockingly.

"Fine with me, you would make a perfect porn star," he said, a little bit 
too
seriously I thought. I had seen still photos of myself in situations, which
could be considered pornographic, but never anything live. For a second
the thought seemed appealing, but then I came to my senses.

"Right," I said, "and that would fit perfectly with your image of me?"

"I don't have a firm image of you as anything. I am playing in my mind with
that image, but it keeps changing all the time."

I didn't quite know how to take that. But with the perfect vision of 
hindsight
I am sure that it was exactly that comment which made me just so
rebellious, because even though I didn't admit it to myself at the time, I
had already decided to go for it if given the chance.

We were still a bit from the top of the cliff. The lighthouse was now only a
ruin, but once it had been an important guide for sailors returning from
fishing. The last bit of path consisted of a serpentine cobbled track with
hairpin bends. Often the stones were missing, so you had to walk
carefully to avoid spraining an  ankle. Emil had made it to the top and was
leaning over the small knee-height wall at the top of cliff, looking down at
me as I passed right below him.

"The view is great from here," he said with a smile. I knew perfectly well
he was thinking of the view down the front of my dress and not the sunset,
which he probably hadn't even thought about. He was not that type of a
guy.

I finally made it to the top, and standing next to him, I looked down to see
how far away Andy was. He wasn't far. He stopped right under where we
were, pointing the camera at us.

"Stay right there, I can get a nice shot from here of the ruins of the
lighthouse with you two in front of it." This must be shot number 100 or
more of somebody in front of something making a nice shot, so I didn't
think much of it until I realised he was leaning too much against the wall
taking a shot upwards to be able to get the lighthouse in the picture.

"Oh, Andy, this is just too much," I exclaimed when I finally realised he
was trying to get a good shot up my dress which was getting blown about
by the light evening breeze. I backed away from the wall only to bump into
Emil who had sneaked up behind me.

I got a fright and almost fell over the wall to get away from him. However,
even in the short time we had touched, I had been in no doubt about his
erection digging into my back. I froze when I felt him moving up to me,
leaning against me with one hand on my shoulder and the other around
my waist.

"Andy, get ready for a good shot," he yelled. He was holding me rather
tightly, and I was still deciding whether to move away from his cock
digging into me, or whether I actually liked the attention from it. I saw
Andy swing the camera back for another up-the-skirt shot. As I tried to get
away, Emil tightened his hold, and with a hand around my waist he
managed to lift the dress long enough for Andy to get a good shot of my
pussy.

"I'll get you two for this," I yelled, but found it difficult to be really 
angry
with them. The situation was tense with sexual frustration. In a way I liked
the attention, and it wasn't as if Andy hadn't seen me naked before.

Emil was still holding on to me, but I didn't struggle so much any more.

"Oh, boy, I look forward to seeing that shot tonight," Emil sighed in
anticipation of the usual showing on the cottage television to which Andy
normally subjected us.

"You are NOT watching that video tonight," I exclaimed indignantly. "I will
hold on to it and decide who will watch it after I have seen how revealing 
it
is."

"Uhmm, I think it will be very revealing," Andy admitted with a dirty smile.
"If you don't let us watch it, we will just rent a porno film instead, that 
will
be almost as good."

Andy and I had rented porno videos several times. He could go on for
hours watching the same boring humping, whereas I normally got so fired
up from the parts leading up to the sex scenes, that I had no patience with
him continuing watching. We usually ended up making love while he
watched the film in between. In a way I objected to the competition, but
considering how excited it actually got both of us, we couldn't help trying 
it
whenever we felt we needed a bit more excitement than our normal sex
would bring.

"I don't care much for porn movies," Emil stated. "They are too
impersonal. But I would kill for one with Jenny in it."

He was still standing behind me leaning lightly up against me. I guess I
could have moved away from him, but there was something very arousing
about his dirty talk at the same time as I could patently still feel his 
dick
pressing against my back. He must also have been aware that I could
have moved away and didn't. I was conscious what message that was
sending to him, but his light touch on my shoulders made my legs go
wobbly and I didn't really care anyway.

"Well, it seems to me we have one in the making here," Andy said, never
taking his eye from the viewfinder of the camera. I could see enough of
his face behind the camera to detect his dirty smile, and the tent in his
loose shorts told its own story.

"Andy, I can't believe this," I hissed angrily at him. "It is as if you 
really
want it to happen."

Why was he not jealous of his friend? Emil was really close now, leaning
over my shoulder and trying to look down my front. I stayed firmly against
him as he moved closer, fascinated with the pressure against my back.
His fingers, playing lightly over my shoulders and down my arms was ever
so slightly moving the shoulder straps further aside, soon opening the
front enough for him to have a good view.

"I can't help it. This is just so exciting. I like this little experiment to 
see
how far you will let Emil go while you know you are being filmed," Andy
retorted.

"You must be kidding. I really do believe you want this turned into a porn
movie. And then, of course, we will all sit together tonight and watch it -
right?" I couldn't believe this was what Andy wanted, and I also couldn't
believe that it was obviously what I too wanted. But I was getting really
aroused. Emil had detected that my resistance was waning and was more
aggressively attacking my shoulder strap.

"All right," I said, half out of breath as the strap fell off the shoulder 
and
pulled the material off one of my breasts just enough to clear the nipple.
"You asked for it, now see how far you really would like your girlfriend to
go." I half hoped he would make me stop and half that he wouldn't.

"I wouldn't miss the opportunity to get this on tape for anything," he said,
as he moved further up the path to get closer to the action.

I was perfectly well aware how I was being manipulated, and that this was
probably what they had both been hoping would happen at some time
over the long weekend. But I just couldn't help myself. I was just so
excited. Here I was on a public path, some eighty metres above the beach
where I could still see people walking, enjoying the last rays of the 
setting
sun.

One breast was now fully exposed and my dress high enough to show my
pussy. I wasn't worried about people watching. It was too far from the
beach for people to really see anything and the only way up was by the
steps, which would give us ample warning. I was rubbing my back against
Emil's cock, enjoying his groans in my ear. I had decided I was going to
go through with this, and enjoy it. I was slightly worried about it being on
film, but also very aroused by the idea of what it would be like to watch
afterwards.

I bought my hands together behind me, grabbing hold of Emil's dick. That
made it easy for him to clear both straps over my shoulders and lower the
top below my breasts.

Now, I have a thing about my nipples. They are the first sign of nudity.
The moment a nipple is in the clear, I feel that a sexual interaction has
started. That it is the first step towards sex. Knowing that a guy is 
looking
and letting him, is a secret signal that you accept this and are looking
forward to more. Even if I dance with a guy and he touches my breasts
through my clothes, or manages to touch the outside of a half-bared
breast, that doesn't have the same meaning as the time when the nipple
springs free. Whether, as here, it is obvious or whether I am just aware
that somebody can sneak a view down my front, I am certain to get all wet
and horny - often resulting in not caring for the consequences. When my
nipple just cleared previously and I felt the cool air on it, it popped out
indicating in no uncertain terms to Emil that I was getting aroused. When
the whole top cleared both my breasts, I had to lean back against Emil, as
I felt as if my legs wouldn't carry me.

"How do you want it?" Emil whispered in my ear. He had both hands
under my breasts, lifting them slightly, but not yet touching the nipples.

"I don't know . . . " I started, then I hesitated. But I did know.

"I want it in any way that makes the film more exciting. I don't really 
care,
just ensure it makes an arousing film." If Andy always had to watch a
porno film when we made love, I suddenly saw this as a great
compromise. He could watch his film, and I didn't have to feel jealous that
he was getting excited from watching somebody else while he made love
to me.

"You really mean that?" Emil asked. "You mean I could ask you to do
anything?

He didn't still believe it, but suddenly the thought just seemed so naughty
to me that I just nodded eagerly. I just hoped that Andy would approve as
well. If not, all he had to do was to say so. I was really doing this as 
much
for him as for me.

"Then let's get that dress completely off," he said as he lifted it over my
head. "Put your arms up and fold them behind my head." I did as directed.
My breasts lifted and the nipples jutted out, eager to be touched. I could
see people on the beach looking up, but I couldn't tell if they could see 
us.

"Can we not move back a bit, so we are out of sight?" I asked.

"No, this is part of the fun. Andy, see if you can zoom in on the people on
the beach so we can see on the film later that people are watching us."

While Andy pointed the camera away from us, Emil's fingers finally
cupped the whole breasts, squeezing them together,  making it obvious to
any spectators that this was a pair of naked tits being fondled.

"I think they are looking. They have certainly stopped and are looking this
way. But perhaps they are just looking the ruins of the lighthouse. I can't
really tell." Andy had the camera back on us. I could clearly see his dick
jerk to life as he saw how intimate we had become while he had been
filming in the other direction.

"Hey, don't let me miss the show, you guys," he complained.

"Better come up here and get some close-ups then," I called mockingly.

"Yeah, I would like some shots of Jennifer with the people on the beach in
the background to show we are really doing this in a public place," Emil
added.

"I want you to sit on the wall, with a leg on each side," Emil directed 
again.
I didn't know what he had in mind, but so far it was okay. The wall was
very smooth and somewhat cool. There was a two-metre drop on the
other side, but it wasn't very steep and there was foothold on the other
side. I was aware of Emil staring at my exposed pussy lips as my legs
spread wide to accommodate the almost half-metre-wide wall.

"Andy, stay back there and get a shot of Jenny sitting like that. Can you
get both the pussy and the people in the picture at the same time?"

"I can get the people, but not a good shot of the pussy," Andy said, trying
to get into the right position for the shot.

"Jenny, can you move a bit to the side? Lift up one leg and spread the
other one wider -  towards Andy."

I did that, but felt rather silly. but I didn't complain. Let him be the 
director.
At least he couldn't say that I hadn't let him decide.

"Now play with yourself," Emil said.

"What? What about you?" I was obviously getting excited and wanted
Emil to play with me.

"Later," he just said. "I want Andy to get a picture of you pulling back 
your
pussy lips and playing with your clit for us."

Shit, this was one of the most intimate things I knew. I didn't really like 
to
do that in front of a guy, even though I knew many guys liked to watch.
But I guess I had accepted the challenge. I pulled the lips apart with two
fingers of one hand, then greased the fingers of the other hand from my
fast-flowing juices. I slowly ran the fingers away from the hole and up
towards my clit. I could see it sticking out. Just a slight touch and I
shuddered all over, letting out a long groan. Small circling motions soon
became frantic rubbing as the excitement mounted. For a while I even
managed to forget about the camera and the fact that Emil had won the
match anyway. With the oncoming orgasm I started panting heavily. My
legs were shaking and my eyes closed, neck stretched back as if about to
let out a loud scream.

"Now stop," Emil ordered.

I almost couldn't. But I noticed he had come and seated himself on the
wall in front of me, also riding it with a leg on each side. What I hadn't
noticed was that he had also dropped all his clothes. I looked down and
saw a throbbing blue head, glistening wet and oozing pre-cum. It was big
and fat, but not as long as Andy's. Very pronounced head and rock hard. I
reached out to touch it.

"No, no. I know you are eager, but we are not ready for that yet," Emil
laughed at me. "Lean back, I want to suck your pussy."

I leant back, first on my elbows, so I could watch what Emil was doing. He
lifted my legs as far apart as he could, licked the inside of my thighs,
running a wet tongue slowly up towards my pussy. I have very mixed
feelings about being licked. I usually find it more frustrating than 
satisfying
as only few guys can figure out how to do it properly. In this case, though,
I was already very excited from the circumstances and my own touch,
which had left my clit exposed and hard. On top of that it turned out that
Emil was good. He licked around the clit, just enough to get me
frustratingly excited, and then he attacked the clit with full force the way 
I
like it. The mouth and tongue are just so soft, that if you just play around
with no real pressure applied, it pales next to the physical touch of 
fingers,
which on the other hand often get too rough. But Emil sucked the clit hard,
forcing it out so he could run his tongue hard on it. It took no more than
ten seconds then I had to lie back, freeing my hands to play with my own
nipples.

"Jenny, I would like you to make noises," Andy said. I hadn't noticed how
close he had got. "When I see this film again I want to be able to relive 
the
strong feeling of seeing you like that, but I am afraid I will miss the
sensation of your excitement on the film. Can you not make sounds to
indicate how good it is and what you want Emil to do? I would find that so
exciting."

I could see from the tent in his trouser just how much he already found it
exciting. I wondered what it would be like watching this film with him
afterwards. I had no trouble doing as directed. As a matter of fact, I had
been holding back from making sounds in case I found it embarrassing on
film. But if that was what Andy wanted, then surely he would get it.

"Oh yeah, Emil, right there, hard - harder.  Ohhhh - yeah. Put a finger up,
right - ohhh good - one more." If I had to make noises and direct the
action I might just as well get it the way I wanted it.

Andy was standing next to me filming Emil licking me. I put a hand up
between his legs, sliding his shorts up, trying to expose his dick. But it
was stuck inside the shorts.

"Andy, I want your shorts off," I gasped in between the small grunts. "I
want to see what this does to you as well."

He turned around facing me, shooting my facial contortions, while his free
hand slipped the shorts off. He was as hard as I had ever seen. I feared
for our relationship after this. If he was so intent on me getting fucked by
his best friend, what kind of feelings did he really have for me? But, for
now, I didn't care. That was a subject for pursuing later.

"Andy, I want you to make sure . . . you get good shots of my body and . .
. face, not just cock-in-cunt pictures . . .  I hate those . . .  They are 
so . . .
impersonal . . . When you see this film . . .  Oh my God, I . . . want you 
to
know . . . what I looked like and felt like . . . being worked over . . . by 
your
best friend."

It was hard to say, both because I was panting heavily, but also because I
found it quite embarrassing to admit I was already looking forward to  the
excitement of watching myself like this on video later.

Again I felt the orgasm rushing towards me.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeahhh." No doubt that I was reaching the climax.

"Emil, stop!" Andy yelled, "I don't think she should come yet. She is so
much more horny when she hasn't yet come. I want her really horny on
the film.

"Oh, don't you worry," I gasped, "the way I feel now I can come several
times." I didn't want Emil to keep stopping like this each time I was just
getting there, it is just so frustrating.

"Okay then Emil. Give it to her full out this time. Don't hold back. And
Jenny," he added as an afterthought, "if you can keep going Emil and I
can swap afterwards. I almost can't stand this without participating."

I again sat up, resting on my elbows so I could see Emil's actions. He
moved closer to me, lifting my legs over his. I was able to close my feet
behind him and pull him towards me. Andy jumped up on the wall,
standing right behind shooting over Emil's shoulder. Andy's dick almost hit
Emil in the back of his head. Andy had a hand on Emil's shoulder, holding
him back so he didn't lean forward and obscure the camera's view of me
slowly being penetrated by Emil's very erect and hard throbbing cock.
Andy's long dick next to Emil's head and Andy's hand on Emil's shoulder
almost made them look intimate.  I have never had any interest in guys
having sex with each other, but for some reason this picture of these two
guys working intimately together on me, suddenly got my juices flowing
even faster. I have never admitted this to the guys, but I think of it each
time I see the video, and it hits me every time.

It was an interesting angle. With Emil having to lean back, he couldn't
really get a hold for leverage so instead he grabbed my arms using them
to pull me against him with each thrust. The more he pulled, the more I
rode up on his legs, my bum clearing the wall. It was really my actions
with my legs behind him and him pulling my arms, which made the right
movements possible.

In this position Andy was able to get very good shots of Emil's dick sliding
in and out of me at the same time getting a clear view of my facial
expression and my tits bouncing with each thrust. Watching this bit of the
video later I was really surprised to see how clearly my facial expressions
showed my feelings. You can really tell by my rolling eyes when I am
about to come; you can see me almost begging Emil to ride me faster as I
am approaching the climax. I know it has the same effect on Andy
because it is always when watching this bit that he speeds up, either
when we make love or when he masturbates to the film, which he
sometimes does if I am too tired for sex when we are together.

I don't know if it was only good for me in this position, or if it was my
highly aroused state, but I came a long time before Emil.

"Ohh, ohh, ohh, yeah, now, now - don't stop now please, oh god yeah
now, now - Oh, god I am coming nooooowwwww".

I never knew I made those noises, but the video tells all. You can clearly
see my stomach muscles starting to contract and vibrate. The whites in
my eyes show, I throw back my head, then force it forward when the
contractions hit full strength, almost resembling the facial expressions of 
a
woman giving birth. If it hadn't been so highly sexual, it might have been
quite an ugly face. But, when I watch it, knowing what causes it almost
makes me come again.

Fortunately, Emil still held my arms or I would have hit my head as I threw
myself backwards with the last shakes. On the video you can still clearly
see the ripples, like waves in water, as my stomach muscles keeps
cramping up. I open my eyes and look at Emil, then up at Andy, then
realising that Emil is still going.

"Oh boy, Emil, that was fantastic." I was still moving slowly in his arms,
knowing how frustrated he must still be. But I just had to move slowly for a
while. It was all just too strong right now.

"Well, you were certainly fantastic," Andy commented. "Now I want Emil to
come all over you, like they do in the films."

"Okay, I said, slightly disappointed. I quite like it when the guy comes
inside me. I have always found it strange that in porno films the guys have
to stop right at the best time to spray come all over the girls just to show
the audience that he really is coming. In this film we would know what
happened, but okay, if that was what Andy wanted for his film, then why
not.

"I can't do it from this position, I have to lean more forward," Emil
complained.

"Emil, just do what is good for you now, I am sure Andy can find a way of
filming it anyway." I really wanted Emil to get the best out if. I felt a 
little
hurt or perhaps guilty that he didn't feel good in this position, which had
been so good for me. Now I wanted to see him lose control.

Andy jumped down and Emil changed his position so he was lying more
on top of me. As he started to move, I could immediately see that this
position was much better for him. Now it was his turn to close his eyes
and bite his lip. I could see beads of perspiration forming on his forehead
as he picked up speed. But then I forgot looking at him as I also started to
feel the result of his work. I didn't know until later that Andy has been 
busy
getting his own kind of favourite cock-in-cunt shots by shooting from
behind Emil.  All the way back at the wall you could clearly see how my
small pussy lips were being pulled back and forth as Emil's fat cock was
slamming in and out of me with ever increasing speed. I still don't like
those kinds of shots, but it is fascinating to see what effect they have on
Andy.

A bit later, however, I was aware of Andy sitting right behind my head
getting a perfect shot down in the space between our bodies. Later, on
the video, I could clearly see Emil large cockhead almost slipping out of
me with each long thrust. He was resting on his arms so he could watch
me, and me him. When he had his eyes open I could see the direction of
his stare alternate between my bouncing tits and contorted face. I don't
know which turned him on him the most, but he was certainly getting
excited.

"Oh god, Jennifer I am coming now," he yelled as he pulled out. I almost
screamed as I had been rapidly approaching another climax. It was just
so frustrating. I grabbed behind me to hold on to Andy. I pulled him
against me until I felt his dick hit the side of my head. I tried to kiss 
it, but
then Emil, who had been stroking himself to the final orgasm, spurted a jet
which sprayed all over my head and into my mouth. I looked up to find the
next jet hit me in one eye. Then I closed my eyes, and turning my head to
Andy's dick I started to lick it, spreading Emil's come all over it. Andy
cleared the sperm away from my eyes and removed the strands of hair
which had been caught in it so I could again look at Emil. He was leaning
back, still stroking his dick, which was dripping sperm all over my
stomach. I put a hand out and squeezed his balls, while I smeared his
come all over my breasts with my other hand. Even though I dislike the
guy stopping just at the crucial time, there was something very sensual
about being sprayed like this. It was as if it was a special sign of 
bonding.
Like dogs marking a territory, then a guy marked his girl with the scent of
his lovemaking.

I was exhausted and my back and elbows raw from rubbing on the hard
stone wall. I sat up, looking at Andy's cock close to my head. It was still
wet from my kisses and dripping small drops of lubrication. He must have
been getting desperate.

"Andy, I think it is time for you to keep your promise of you and  Emil
swapping," I said, more to be good to him than because I actually needed
him right now. I was now feeling quite deflated.

"I think you are so right," he said with an expectant smile resembling a
small boy being offered a huge ice cream.

"Emil, here take the camera. Try to concentrate on the emotions and get
the background setting in the pictures, rather than just the action - the
way Jennifer likes it. I want to make sure this becomes a film she will want
to watch as well."

He handed the camera to Emil, who moved back a bit to get a good shot
of the sun which had almost set by now, and with us in the foreground.

"It is a pity I don't have a floodlight. Your faces are rather dark against 
the
setting sun," said Emil, quickly having adopted the role of cameraman.

"Yeah, that would really have made people aware of what was going on
up here," I said, maybe a bit too sarcastically. I pulled Andy over to me. I
was still sitting on the wall. He stood right in front of me, between my
spread legs.

"Why don't you get some shots from the side, and then move a bit down
the path so the shot will pretend to be from somebody coming up the
steps and seeing us?" Andy suggested.

"Or you could run all the way down to beach and get a shot from there, so
we can see how much people can actually see from the down there," I
suggested. Not that I wanted rid of him, I just felt like concentrating on
Andy without the camera hovering over me.

I don't know what he actually did, because Andy took my head in his
hands and positioned my mouth right against his cock. I licked it carefully,
wondering if what I could taste was the remains of Emil's sperm or Andy's
pre-come. As I slipped the whole head into my mouth, I wet my fingers on
my still soaked stomach and breasts and ran them all over Andy asshole,
the way I knew he liked it. I got some kind of perverted satisfaction from
knowing it was Emil's sperm I used, but Andy never knew that.

Emil had been getting shots of me starting to suck Andy's cock, but then I
heard him move away a bit. Not knowing where he went I stopped
thinking about him, but it later turned out that he had been getting some
very good shots of Andy's facial expressions as well, which I hadn't been
able to see from my position. I had never really thought of what Andy
looked like when I was sucking his cock, but later I could see how much
he really enjoyed it. His head was leaning back, eyes closed, mouth
contorted while his fingers gripped my hair tightly, pulling me harder and
harder against him.

I took his hands away from my head and held them behind his back. I can
give deep throat if I feel like it, but I don't want the guy's hands on my
head. I don't want the speed to be directed by the guy. If I am going to do
it, I must be in full control. Otherwise I gag or get frightened that I will
choke. Again the video later turned out to be very revealing. I wasn't
aware I was really getting it so deep. It looked quite impressive on the
video. It doesn't do much for me, I only do it for the guy, but I seldom see
the effect on him. In this way I did, and it was very gratifying.

"Jenny," Andy managed to whisper, "you better stop it. It is just so
gooood, but I don't want to come like this.

I stopped and looked up at his face. He was smiling with a face so full of
love that I felt a warm glow in my stomach. I looked around for Emil. I
could see him down the steps, almost at the level of the beach. I don't
think he had any trousers on, and I don't think he cared a lot. But I could
no longer see any people on the beach, so I guess it didn't matter.

Andy pulled me up to him for a long, desperate kiss. His hands were all
over my breasts, up and down my back, reaching in touching my wet lips
from behind. His dick was vibrating against my stomach and I could feel
my excitement growing rapidly again.

"Jenny, turn around. I want to take you from behind."

I readily complied. Turning around I could see that Emil was now at the
bottom of the steps. I wanted him to get a good shot from down there. I
wanted to know how much people could actually see from that distance. I
put my hands on the wall, pushing back against Andy's dick as it easily
slid all the way in. We were both so wet! I saw Emil pointing the camera at
us. So, as he had started videoing us again as soon as I turned round, I
guessed it must be possible to see something from down there.

"Look Andy, somebody is coming," I said to Andy as I could see several
couples coming around the bend and approaching Emil. However, that
didn't stop Andy, and I certainly wouldn't have wanted him to either. But
Emil was too occupied videoing us to notice, and soon they would be
close enough to see he wasn't wearing any clothes.

I jumped with fright as Andy whistled right in my ear, or so it seemed. I
had forgotten how loud he could whistle. I don't know what signs Andy
made at Emil behind my back, but I saw him turn and look at the
oncoming couples, and then run rapidly up the steps.

"Very clever, Andy," I said, "now the people will have seen us as well".
The couples had slowed just for a short while as they looked up to see
where the whistle came from. Now they were continuing, but I could
clearly see that they were looking up at us.

"Don't worry, they can't see anything at this distance. Also there is hardly
any light left."

I believed him. But I couldn't help looking down at the people as Andy
sped up and our movements became more pronounced and obvious.
They had stopped right at the bottom of the steps. If they were to start up
the steps I was going to get out of the way. But they didn't. They just kept
looking up and pointing. But maybe they were just pointing at Emil, who
had stopped about two thirds of the way up to film our action from there.
His bare bum must have been quite obvious to the people looking right up
at it.

As he slowly came closer up the steps, Andy's actions were having the
desired effect. I forgot all about the people as I felt another climax
approaching. I know my tits were bouncing with each thrust. I wondered
how far away the sound of our bodies slamming into each other could be
heard. Suddenly Emil's head emerged at the top of stairs no more than
ten metres below us. He stayed there and continued filming. The thought
of him standing right there watching me and Andy so closely, maybe
zooming in on my flying breasts, was just so exciting. I should have been
embarrassed, especially after having made such an effort to be decent
around Emil. But now I didn't care. Let him watch. Let the people on the
beach watch. I didn't care.

I was coming in a long and protracted orgasm. Had I known how easily
visible the video later showed we had been against the background of the
white walls of the lighthouse, and how much the people on the beach had
been able to see, it would, at that moment, probably just have made me
come even harder. But I only found that out later, and now I was coming
pretty hard anyway. I was shaking, and as it later turned out, crying for
Andy to push harder. Just as I reached the summit, hit by the warm
rushes, I almost collapsed, bending further over and resting my head
against a hand on the wall. I felt as much as heard Andy exploding as
well. His spasmic shakes followed my post-orgasmic contractions and we
slowly came down from our peaks together. Finally he pulled me up
against him, his dick still inside me.

"Yeah, stand up like that. Put your arms up around my neck, I want Emil
to have a good shot of what you look like after you have been fucked," he
whispered in my ear.

I later saw what he meant. My hair was a mess. My lips swollen, perhaps
from me biting them, perhaps from too mush action. My nipples had gone
dark and about as swollen as my lips. As Andy's cock slipped out of me,
you could clearly see his semen running down the inside of my legs. But
then of course Emil did zoom in al the way on me. He later said that was
the sexiest picture he had of me on the video. I guess he meant sensual
rather than pornographic - which the rest of the film certainly was. But
then again, I knew very well he felt like that, because he couldn't hide the
swaying dick growing harder and harder as Andy and I posed like that.

Suddenly I was cold. The sun was completely gone and it was getting
considerable darker. It never gets really dark at this time of year. We
hurried up getting dressed without saying anything. I couldn't see the
people on the beach any more, but as we came down the steps we
realised they were still sitting under the edge of the cliff. I hesitated a 
little,
but what the heck, I thought, and just looked past them as Andy and Emil
guided me beyond them. I got the impression that they didn't mind the
people looking at me, that they just found it added to the excitement, so I
didn't even object when Emil's hand behind my back lifted up the hem of
the dress exposing my bum to the people. At that time I had my back to
them, and didn't have to worry about them any more.

Back at the cottage we watched the film. I guess I should have felt
embarrassed or funny about watching myself like that, but the film was so
exciting. You could see the situation developing from the point where it
was only my hard nipples showing through the dress, to the final cut of me
drenched in perspiration and so obviously satisfied. It was HOT. I didn't
have any more energy for sex that evening, but I did help Andy who had
again got so excited from the film that he couldn't relax.

I made sure when we left the cottage the next day that I had the tape. I
wasn't going to let that out of my sight. The next time I spent a weekend
at Andy's flat, Emil came over to watch the film, and we all ended up in
bed with each other again. I hadn't really wanted to continue anything with
Emil, but the film was just so arousing that I lost it halfway through the
video when Emil pulled out his cock and started to play with it, offering it
to me. But after that my relationship with Andy deteriorated, and even
though we saw the film together a couple more times, we weren't together
with Emil any more.

There is a small postscript to this story, however. More than a year later I
met a girl at a party. I didn't know her, but she kept looking at me in a
funny way.

"Do you know two guys called Andy and Emil," she finally came up to me
asking. She looked at bit uncomfortable, as if she had had to make an
effort to pull herself together before coming to ask.

"Sure I do, they were good friends some time back, but I don't see them
anymore. Why do you ask? Do you know them as well?" I asked as
friendly as I could, so as not to make her too uncomfortable.

"Well, yes," she said slowly as if she hesitated to go on, "but I don't see
them any more either. Do you know they have a video of you?"

I think I blushed. I felt my heart trying to jump into my throat.

"Ah, what kind of video do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew
perfectly well what she meant. But I couldn't understand how they could
have got the video when I had the tape in a locked drawer at home.

"One where you are having sex with them on a cliff near a lighthouse,"
she said, now a bit more sure of herself. She must have been able to tell
from my expression that I only knew too well what she was talking about.

"Yes, I know we made that video, but I have the tape at home and they
have never had any copies, so I don't understand how they can say they
have it," I said, as I was thinking how that could possibly be the case
anyway.

"Not only do they have it, but they have shown it at some parties. It is a
very strong film, and it always ends up with some people having sex with
Emil or Andy either during the film or after. The parties gets quite wild 
and
Emil and Andy are the big heroes, both for starring in the film and for
having the film and giving others an opportunity to see it," she said, in a
way that led me to believe she had been one of those having it off with
Andy or Emil.

I was quite shocked. I just couldn't imagine a bunch of people at a party
watching that film. It was just so personal, much, much stronger than any
porno film you could rent or buy.

"If that is really true, I am going to get them for it, but I can't 
understand
how they got the film, when I have the tape," I said. I knew I had not let
that tape out of my sight.

"Andy once explained that at one time when you had being looking at the
film together, they had another VCR hooked up to the television so they
could tape it as you watched it. They thought they had been very smart,
and bragged about how they had had sex with you while you watched the
film at then same time as they were copying the tape right under your
nose."

 From having been embarrassed, I was now getting really angry.

"Those two bastards. I will get them for that." I threatened, even though I
had no idea how.

"I don't think so," she said. "You see, they got me on a video as well. But 
I
didn't have the tape, and they never hid from me that they were showing it
to others. When I found out, and said I would report them to the police,
they just said if I did that they would make a lot of copies of the tape and
hand it out at the university. So I never did anything. Anyway, everybody
in that group of people had already seen the tape, so even if they get off
watching me, that is still better than half the university. If you make
trouble, they will just do the same to you. I don't think they are showing
your film any more, they have many new ones, and they are very strict
about not giving out copies."

"Well, I guess that is always something," I said, the anger now turning into
frustration. "Thanks for telling me, but I guess I would have been happier
not to have known."

"I am sorry," she said, "it is just that I have learned a valuable lesson 
from
it, and I thought you might benefit from that as well."

She just smiled an apologetic smile as she turned around and walked
away.

When I came home I took out the tape and watched it again. I had
watched it alone before, and thought I had got tired of it, but this time I
imagined all the people watching it, some getting so excited they were
having it off while looking at it.  By the time the video finished I was so
aroused I would have been willing to do it again, even knowing other
people were going to watch. As I was resting on my bed afterwards I was
thinking that it probably wasn't the same lesson the other girl had learned.


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