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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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Sue's 11th
FILM AT ELEVEN part 1 of 2
     by Sue

The young couple that I had observed and then met this afternoon (see my story
“On the Dock”) have invited me over to their cabin for dinner. So I have
cleaned up and dressed in a simple but enticing outfit: a thin white leotard
with a long white skirt. It’s warm enough to be barefoot. I’ve brought along a
nice bottle of Chardonnay, and I’m a little bit on edge. I guess it’s knowing
that something wild will undoubtedly happen this evening, but what? With who?
Mmmm, I know that it will be exciting, but these two people are so athletically
young, so finely sculpted, so open and enthusiastic. Will I be “good” enough
and young enough to keep up?

Nervousness aside, I am also anxious to see what happens, so I quickly walk
down to the dock, and step into the water, lifting the hem of my dress to keep
it dry. I wade along the rocky shoreline and step up onto their dock, then up
the path to their cabin. I’ve never walked over here from my cabin. It is a
gorgeous place, in an elegant log-cabin style with a wrap-around screened-in
porch and wide steps leading up to the door. As I approach the door, I can see
a fire burning in the huge field-stone fireplace, and framed by the yellow glow
of the flames, there they are, embracing in an intimate and beautiful way. My
footsteps on the porch warn them of my arrival, and they unwrap themselves from
each other in an unhurried way and come over to the door to welcome me. I give
Nina and Bart each warm but innocent hugs. Bart goes inside to open and pour
the wine, while Nina and I stand looking out towards the lake and the fiery
hues of the sunset. We are standing very close together, side by side, and
after a few moments our shoulders are touching. It’s a tender moment of silent
sharing of the spectacular radiance, which is broken by her whispering a few
words, so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat herself. A bit louder, she
says that they have a favor that they would like me to help them with after
dinner. 

I ask what it is, and she says that they got a special thrill out of having me
watch them make love this afternoon, and that they now think that I am the
perfect person to help them with a project that they have been fantasizing
about for a while. Of course I’ll help, I say, thinking that they are hoping
for a menage-a-trois, which would be more than fine with me. 

But that is not exactly what Nina and Bart have in mind. They have a new video
camera that they would like to use to record themselves fucking. (She is so
matter-of-fact about using that word. It is certainly not a dirty word in her
vocabulary!) Anyway, they are hoping that I will be the camera person. But I
don’t know anything about using that kind of equipment, I tell her... and in
the back of my mind, I am feeling a bit disappointed, because being the
archivist of their coupling seems very passive and cold, compared to being
actively involved in the sex. 

She tells me that the camera is incredibly easy to use, just point and shoot.
It is auto focus, auto everything, it does really good closeups, it has a light
on the top of it. So I don’t have to do anything but turn it on, look through
the viewfinder, maybe use the zoom a little, and film whatever I like to look
at while the two of them are fucking. And she tells me that she thinks that
I’ll enjoy it, and that they would really appreciate my help.

There is something irresistibly likable and candid about Nina and the way she
makes this request of me, and despite my hesitation, I say yes, that I’ll do my
best to assist them. With that she gives me another hug. She’s a few inches
shorter than me, and the way that her head nestles in the crook of my neck
feels kind of motherly. After all, I am about 15 years her senior. Our
affectionate embrace is interrupted by Bart’s reappearance with three glass of
the wine. As we all sip the wine and watch the last tendrils of color slip from
the sky, Nina tells Bart that I have agreed to help them. Bart is even more
appreciative than was Nina, and he gives me a hug that is not nearly as
familial. He is so lean and muscular, and his straight blond hair smell smells
clean and fresh. His hot breath flows by my ear in a way that makes me tingle a
little. His hands start a massage of my back, kneading my shoulders, then
working down my spine to my waist.  I feel Nina press her body up behind me,
her breathing in my other ear. One of her hands plays through my hair, and the
fingers of the other trace circles around my cheek and face. I grasp my arms
around Bart’s neck and let the simple tactile pleasures of this moment wash
over me. It is sexual and innocent at the same time. I hadn’t realized that I
was tense, but now I can feel the tension flowing out of me like sand through
an hour-glass. I am supported by the voluptuous moment, and whatever
reservations or disappointment I felt at hearing their proposal is completely
dissipated. I would do anything for them right now. 

The moment is broken by a growling sound, and in the tangle of our interwoven
bodies, no one of can tell whose stomach is gurgling. But it is obviously time
for dinner, so that we will be ready for the rest of the evening.

I appreciate Nina’s foresight in preparing a light dinner. An incredible Caesar
salad, piled high with crisp leaf lettuce and even a sprinkling of lobster
meat. This is just the right kind of meal that won’t make us feel bloated and
heavy. During the meal, I learn more about the two of them. They are both yoga
instructors at a center in New York. That fits in with their healthy, vibrant
appearance and attitude. Maybe I should take up yoga. There is so much to
admire in these two gorgeous people.

At the end of the meal, Nina clears the table and Bart get’s out the camera. I
am surprised how easy this thing is to operate. It only weighs a couple of
pounds, and it fits easily in one hand. It is hardly any bigger than a fat
paperback book, with a little light stuck onto the top of it. A thin cord
trails from the back of the camera, so that it can be plugged in. I guess that
this means that we will not be restricted by battery life. The color viewfinder
is large enough for me to see the picture clearly. This should be easy.
Somehow, I had expected tripods, big lights, and so on. That would have been
obtrusive, and would could only have distracted from the spontaneity of the
moment. This little video camera will hardly be noticed. Now I am looking
forward to this. My fear of technology is replaced by a newfound confidence in
the user-friendliness of this little camera. After all, I got over my
apprehension about computers, didn’t I?

Now we are all back together in the living room. I ask what they propose for
how to get started, and Nina says that before I start filming, she’d like to
shave her cunt and also Bart’s crotch. They’d like to look their best for this
event that they will be re-watching for years to come. That’s OK with me, and
in fact, I’ve never shaved myself, and I wouldn’t know really how to do it. I
want to video this part too.... Maybe this will be a series on educational TV.

Nina leaves the living room for a few minutes to get her shaving supplies, and
Bart throws several more large logs onto the fire, setting up a really big
blaze that lights the room in a warm golden glow. And the air is getting warm
too, both with the heat from the fire as well as the heat that is building up
inside me. It was an hour ago that the idea of filming the two of them first
came up, and notion is growing on me more and more. I know that the crotch of
my leotard is getting moist, and it seems to keep creeping up between my labia.
Bart takes off his shirt, and I decide that I’ll be more comfortable without
this long dress. Whatever small sense of modesty that I still cling to will be
satisfied by my leotard, although it is so tight and sheer that my arousal will
be apparent right through the material. Not that they haven’t seen me aroused
before!

Nina returns with a thick terrycloth beach towel that she spreads on the
overstuffed armless couch... I guess it’s called an ottoman. Bart has pulled it
up near the fireplace. Nina has changed into a short silk robe, and she now
removes this. As she lays herself down on the couch and settles into a
comfortable position, I turn on the camera. The light helps to illuminate the
shadowy areas, but the warm golden color from the fireplace is still evident. I
start at Nina’s face, and then pan down her body until I reach her cunt. She
spreads her legs so that her feet fall to either side of the couch, and her
hairless cunt opens up and reveals it’s not-so-secret interior folds and
dampness. I lean over closer, so that the image in the camera is filled
entirely by her cunt area. Getting this close, I can see why she wants to
shave. There is just a hint of blond stubble. Her finger suddenly intrudes into
the picture, and She gently pushes and probes with it, pulling her labia open
even more, so that the slick pinkness of her inner lips, and the dark, ragged
opening of her vagina, all become momentarily visible. When her finger
withdraws, I see a splash of liquid appear. Holding the camera in place, I pull
my eye away from the viewfinder so that I can see what is happening more fully.
Bart has a pump bottle of some kind of clear baby oil, and he is drenching
Nina’s cunt with it. Then he picks up a small disposable razor and approaches
her. 

With my eye back to the camera, I watch him methodically rake the blade of the
razor over her skin. He starts on her belly and swipes it downwards over her
mons, making parallel cuts, almost as if he was mowing the lawn. The thick
sheen of oil is removed by each cut, and so is the barely visible stubble. He
leaves behind a lightly oiled and smooth surface that is  just a bit pinker
than the surrounding flesh. Now he asks Nina to spread her thighs wider, and
she pulls her legs outward and grasps her knees. Her thighs are sticking
straight out from her hips. I guess that all of her yoga training makes her
more flexible. I step around inside of her leg on the opposite side of the
couch from Bart, and as I do, I pull the camera further back so that I can see
all of Nina’s body spread out below me. Her light brown hair is spread out all
around her head like an aura, and it reminds me a bit of a famous Marilyn
Monroe picture. She has a blissful, serene look on her face. In another person,
this wide-spread layout would look totally lewd and even pornographic. But on
Nina, the look is mainly  the look of healthy all-american girl-next-door. Just
like her way of saying the word “fuck” doesn’t’ come across as being dirty, her
unselfconsciousness about being naked and totally exposed seems natural and
normal. 

Now I am zooming back down to her crotch, and I see the razor has started
stripping the oil and stubble from her outer labia. In the process, the folds
of her skin is pushed all around, and Bart is being very careful to not go too
far into the tender flesh of her inner cunt. When he is finished with this
area, he even starts to shave  around her asshole, although I can’t see much
stubble for him to remove. I think this must tickle her a little, because the
muscles in her inner thighs twitch from time to time, and her asshole clenches
and loosens in a kind of rhythmic way. The opening to her rectum is so
wonderfully shaped, not ragged and hard looking. It is soft and round and
supple. Mostly assholes say “forbidden and dirty” to me in loud shouts. But
Nina’s is not like that at all. The words that come to mind are “lush and
enticing and clean.”  

And that beauty extends to her entire cunt. As Gary rubs away the remaining
baby oil, I move around so that I am right at the foot of the couch, aiming
directly up through her cunt. When the towel is removed, the view is terrific.
I am not accustomed to seeing a clean-shaven cunt, nor have I seen any cunt
(even my own) this close up and well lit. The surrounding skin is smooth as
silk, without any blemish or bump.  I am surprised by the uniform color of her
outer lips. I had expected them to be darker than the surrounding flesh. And
even more unusual and breathtaking are her inner labia. They are tiny flaps of
skin that are a dark purple in color, and they are perfectly symmetrical and
laid outwards like the flower petals of a Sweet Pea. Between these inner lips
is the opening to her vagina, and there I see the folds and ragged edges
inside. Just above her vagina is a very small twist of flesh that hides her
pisshole, and then above that is a ridge of flesh that holds her clitoris. I
zoom in as close as the camera allows, and I can see how the ridge slope down
gradually toward her tummy, and mush more steeply to the sides. At the lower
end of the ridge, the end closest to me, the ridge ends in a kind of cliff,
interrupted by the smooth and shiny round boulder that is her clitoris. All of
the other parts are flesh colored and flushed pink, but her clitoris is pale,
almost white. Again, as in every other part of this incredible woman’s body, I
can only think of how perfectly sculpted she is.

Now that she has been shaved, it is Bart’s turn. Nina stands up and kneels in
front of him, right in front of the blazing fire. We are all very warm, and a
light sheen of sweat reflects the flames across their skin. Reaching up to the
waist of his elastic waist cotton pants, she pulls them down gradually. When
his cock is revealed, I am surprised that it is not completely hard. But it is
big, even in repose as it lies down onto his thighs, slightly crooked over to
the right side. And he is not circumcised! How unusual. When I saw him this
afternoon, I hadn’t realized that, since I was 40 feet away, and he was so
erect that maybe the skin was pulled back naturally. Here I can see the skin
covering the entire head. Actually, just a bit of the head is peaking out from
the crinkled lips at the edge of his foreskin, which is longer on underside.
The thick ridge at the base of the crown of the head is evident under the skin,
and purplish veins stand up from the surface of the entire length. 

In addition to his being uncircumcised the fact that he too is shaved is a
feast for my curious eyes. And as I continue to view him through the camera, he
steps out of his  pants, and Nina lifts his heavy cock in her fingertips, and
brings her lips to the tip. Her tongue snakes out from between her lips and
flicks at the small patch of unhooded glans. Then her tongue becomes more
pointed, and it starts to burrow under the foreskin. Again I zoom in close, and
from my vantage point above and to the side, I can see the tip of her tongue
within the sheath of skin her probing begins randomly, but then she starts
going around and around the head,still under the foreskin. Her long red-painted
finger nails start raking lightly over the rest of his cock. 

It comes as no surprise to me that Bart’s cock is getting bigger and thicker.
It was big enough in it’s flaccid state. Now it is becoming more stiff, and for
a moment, Nina pulls her hands and tongue away. His cock is jutting straight
outwards, and the foreskin now covers only a half inch of the head, hiding only
the flange around the edge. Nina again kisses the tip, and laps lightly upwards
over the pisshole. Then her lips close over the end of his cock, and she starts
pushing her face forwards incrementally and slowly. When her lips reach the
edge of his foreskin, she just pushes it back with her lips, and eventually the
bunch of skin slides under her lips and into her tightly pursed lips. further
and further she goes, drawing his cock deeper into her eager mouth. her eyes
are locked on his, and her hands reach around Bart and grasp his ass cheeks. I
can’t really tell whether she is pulling him into her mouth with her hands, or
if she is suck him in with her mouth. Whichever it is, his length of hardening
flesh is gradually disappearing. since he is becoming harder and longer during
this descent I can only estimate how big he has become, but it seems like
plenty. If it were me sucking him in this deep, I know that it would be
difficult. But Nina’s eyes communicate how relaxed and simple this is for her.
Is there a yoga exercise for throats?

Nina has taken in Bart’s entire cock. Her nose is pushed up into the base of
his tummy. What restraint they both have, for neither has initiated any kind of
pulsing motion. They are absolutely still. From the hollow of Nina’s cheeks, I
can see that she is applying a lot of suction. Now she starts to pull her head
back away, and the wet and skin-tight surface of Bart’s cock is again revealed.
What was once a very pale flesh color is now bright pink. Her suction has
brought blood not only into the erectly tissues, but also into the surface of
the skin. It’s kind of light a giant hickey, I suppose. When Nina’s lips
finally release their grip from his cock head, I can now see how big he has
become. And the upwards arc is very pronounced. 

Nina tells Bart to lie down on the ottoman, and she takes moment to explain
that it actually helps to have an erection when shaving a man. Some of the hair
grow right on the base of Bart’s cock, and having the skin tight makes for a
better and more comfortable shave. And anyway, I love giving Bart a blow job,
she explains. As if I couldn’t tell!

So Bart’s shave proceeds, much as Nina’s did. A liberal application of the oil
to begin, and then she uses one hand to hold his rigid cock out of the way as
she mows the surrounding area, and then she carefully works the razor up the
column of his cock. Then she lets Bart’s cock flop down onto his belly, were it
reaches all the way to his navel. a drop of his clear precome oozes out of the
tip and falls slowly into his navel. I take a moment to zero in on this little
scene. It is a remarkably sexy turn-on to see this so close-up.

Nina is now shaving Bart’s balls, which are smoother and tighter than most
others that I have seen. That must make this shaving much easier. At least Nina
makes it look easy, but she apparently has had lots of practice. After asking
him to spread his legs more, she shaves all around his asshole. His is a little
darker around the edge than Nina’s was, but it also is not as crinkled as I
expected.

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. 

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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