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Subject: Sue's 11th: Film at Eleven 2/2 (MFf, video, shaving)
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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!
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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!


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