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Subject: (corn53) Jemma: Photo Session (MMMM/f, young, bond) pt 2 of 4
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Warning: you must be at least 18 to read this somewhat erotic story about a
young girl who is tricked into participating in a strange contest. Parts fo
this story are TRUE and should not be read by those persons offended by erotic
content.
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JEMMA - THE PHOTO SESSION (Section 2 of 4)
“Let’s fix your hood, Jemma. You have such pretty hair, we want to see
it.” Bill said while adjusting my blindfold under my hood. Then he pulled the
hood off.
“Try this one on her.” another voice said. “We can pull those cute pony
tails through it.” It fit like a loose ski mask with a slit on either side.
They pulled my pig tails with the purple angora ribbons through the holes. I
could flip my head back and forth and make my pig tails fly around to my nose.
“This looks really cute, Jemma, with your hair sticking out the sides of
your new hood. Let me help you get dressed now, sweetie.” said the other
voice. “Sit down while I help you put these thigh-high hose and high heels
on.”
“But I’m not wearing any clothes,” I reminded them, “and besides, I have
trouble walking in high heels.”
“Let me help you with this nightie, Jemma.” said Bill, “Your tan lines
will show up great through the sheer material.”
“What am I supposed to do, Bill” I asked as he helped me get into the
nightie. It was open in front, came down almost to my waist, and seemed to
have a ruffle around around the edge. Bill told me it was white to match my
hose.
“Jemma, all you have to do is walk around. The photographers will get
lots of pictures. Don’t worry about what to do. They might tell you how to
pose and when to take off your nightie.” He explained.
“This is a perfect size for you.” Bill was kneeling in front of me. He
traced his finger across the tops of my legs from hip to hip, to show how far
down my nightie went. It didn’t even reach down all the way to the top of my
slit. It was about two inches above it. “Your little white slit is perfect,
Jemma. This outfit will drive the judges crazy. They’re gonna love watching
you wobble around in these high heels with your pointy white breasts showing
clearly through your nightie. Your tan lines almost make it look like you’re
wearing panties, except they will see your tight little lips. Let’s go.”
We walked out onto a stage. I could see flashes as I wobbled out
holding onto Bill’s arm. He let me go and I continued wobbling around. They
had me hold open my nightie, which was tied at the neck and walk around around
again.
“See if you can squat down on your heels, Jemma.” said one of the judges.
I did this quickly and almost lost my balance because of the high heels. We
all laughed as I recovered. “Such a beautiful little slit, isn’t it?” someone
commented, “Her tiny pink inside flaps are so small and delicate.”
“Perfect.” said someone else. “So pink. I’m going to sign up for her
‘tasting.’”
“Want me to show you some of my cheeleading exercises?” I asked, eager to
please.
“That’s a great idea, Jemma.” said several of the judges & photographers.
I could stand and touch my toes even with the high heels. I did various
standing and sitting stretches, feeling complimented by the flashing camera
lights. They especially liked the hands and knees stretch when I extended one
leg at a
time out, up and as high as possible behind me. “Stay on your hands and
knees and see how far you can lower your head.” the directions continued, “Put
your knees a little farther apart. That’s it. Good girl, Jemma. Your little
fanny is so cute. Your hole is such a light pink, we can hardly. see it.”
“Maybe I could stretch it open a little bit wider so you could see it
better. Want me to try?” I asked.
“Good idea.” said one of the judges, obviously pleased.
With the lights flashing through my hood, I let my shoulders rest on the
floor and put my hands on my fanny and pulled my cheeks apart even farther.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Excellent!” said several men.
“Take off the nightie now, Jemma, and do some more stretching.”
After a few stretches I asked if I could take off the high heels and do
some jumps. They thought that would be fine.
I did cartwheels, jumping jacks, side twists, jogging in place, and some
of the other exercises we used to practice. I sat on the floor with legs
straight and wide apart, with palms together over my head. I leaned to touch
one foot at a time. “You getting all this on the video, Mark?” someone asked.
“I love the way her firm, little, white titties are bouncing.”
“Every cute little move, jiggle, and stretch. Wouldn’t miss a minute.”
answered Mark. “She should get a whole video of her own when we edit this.”
I felt so proud of myself.
“Want to stretch some more on the table for us, Jemma?”
“OK, Sure. What do you want me to do?” as they led me down off the stage
and lifted me to a padded table. I laid on my back on a towel, surrounded by
the judges.
“Go ahead and touch yourself now, Jemma, like you want to make yourself
tingle inside.” suggested one of the men beside me.
“Like this?” as I began massaging my own breasts. More flashes.
“Here’s a challenge for you, Jemma. See if you can touch your front hole
and back hole at the same time.” dared one of the men by my elbow. “Bet you
can’t do it.”
“I bet I can, because I’ve done that at home. I could even put a finger
in each one at the same time! Want to see?” I said, accepting their dare.
“Yes!” said most of the judges who were crowding around me.
“First I want to put my finger in my mouth to make it slippery. OK?” and
not waiting for permission put my right forefinger in my mouth, coating it with
lots of spit. I rolled over on my tummy, lifted my hips,spread my legs about a
foot apart, put my right hand over my fanny and began making little circles on
my fanny hole. My left hand went under me, between my legs and right into my
slit, going into the
front hole about an inch. Now my back hole was wet and I pushed my wet finger
in almost all the way. “I’ll show those guys.” I thought to myself plunging
both fingers in and out. Flashes of light told me they were impressed.
“Her little fanny is almost a foot off the table.” someone noted,
appreciating how limber I was.
“I know another way to do it, too. Want to see?” I asked into the towel.
“Oh, Yeah.” “Please do.” and other words of encouragement.
I pulled out my fingers and rolled over onto my back, lifted my legs and
went on up into a shoulder stand. Then I slowly lowered my legs till my knees
were almost next to my head. I put my arms between my legs with elbows on the
backs on my knees in a yoga-like posture. Then I put my right forefinger into
my mouth again to get it really wet, reached up between my legs, and slid it
into my ‘back hole,’ as they called it. It went all the way in in this
position. As I slid my other finger into my now wet pussy, I heard the judges
shuffling around by my head for a better view. “Let the camera get closer.”
someone said as I continued to finger myself, beginning to enjoy the
stimulation, as well as the attention.
“She’s gonna love the Vibrator Table.” “I’ll bet she likes the Anal Catch
Game.” “Can’t wait to taste her. Look how juicy she is already.” “It’s going
to be fun massaging her on the Oil Table.” and more stimulating comments which
were getting me even more excited, and looking forward to the rest of the
‘Contests.’
“The tan lines make it look almost like she’s wearing panties. Doesn’t it
Fred?” “And those firm little titties stick straight out in any position.”
and more comments with each change of position.
Those men made me feel so pretty.
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JEMMA - POWDERED & OILED Part 4
“Are your feet cold, Jemma?” asked Bill as we walked away from the stage,
the dog chain attached to my neck collar again.
“No, I’m fine. Sometimes I get goose bumps from excitement, not because
I’m cold.” and thankful for his concern, “Thanks for taking good care of me
tonight, Bill. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Not right now. Maybe later.” patting my fanny as we walked. “You’re
doing just fine. Here we are already. This contest won’t take too long.” He
put on the blindfold, then removed the hood.
“Were going to check your muscle tone, Jemma,” added a familiar voice,
although I didn’t know his name. “And you skin tone, after we sprinkle
powder all over you.” Several of the judges seemed to be following me from
contest to contest.
“We’re going to put you up on this table, Jemma, on these soft towels.
Then we’ll sprinkle powder all over and lightly tickle every square inch of
your skin, to test the tightness.” added Bill as he helped me up, along with
other helpful hands. “Stay on you hands and knees for the first part.”
Without any further directions, several men started sprinkling powder and
‘tickling’ it all over me. They covered every square inch, like Bill said they
would, but of course, some of my square inches got lots more testing that
others! I was noticing the different “touch” of each of the judges - their
hands felt different on me - surface roughness, size, degree of gentleness,
etc. I liked them all. Each one felt great. One judge was new - big calloused
hands with such a light touch. He liked to stand behind me and knead
my fanny like it was bread dough.
After about ten minutes, the powder had worked into me - or rubbed off-
whatever. Anyway, I only changed positions once - from my hands and knees to
flat on my back. They even did my face. Each of the judges took turns kissing
me to determind the firmness of my lips. They put my legs striaght up in the
air and tickled them up and down - toes to fanny, while I held my legs up with
my toes pointed.
I hardly talked at all during this contest, just enjoying the sensations.
If this was like getting a massage, like they talked about on TV, it was great.
Nobody put fingers ‘in’ me during the powder part of this contest.
Everybody gave my skin tone a score, as if I was in a diving or gymnastics
event. “10” “ 8” “10” “ 9” and so on.
Then they helped me back to my hands and knees and began putting oil on me
- long, squeezing motions - sometimes closer to pinching. It felt good, too.
Bill asked me if I was OK since I was quiet. “It just feels so good.” I told
him.
With all the oil on their hands, they began slipping their fingers deeper
and deeper into me. At first I thought it was accidental when they massaged
over my pussy or anus, but each time - a little deeper. I noticed that I was
leaning into the pressure of their fingers and not leaning away. They must
have noticed, too, because I heard some whispered comments like, “She’s gonna
like the next contest.” “Look how she leans back onto my finger. Must like
it.” I didn’t care. They didn’t know who I was, as Bill
pointed out between each contest, encouraging me to just enjoy the evening.
I almost drooled when the big callused finger slid into my bottom while
someone else’s finger was all the way in my pussy and two other men were
massaging my breasts. The hands and knees position gave them all access and
made my breasts more pliable - pointing down - two inches - towards the table
top. “Ohhh.” I moaned quietly, as the big finger slid slowly into my bottom.
All too quickly I had to lay flat on my back again, which always seemed to
make my breasts loose what little definition they had. This time I put my
knees up so they could reach more of me. It still felt good, of course, but
was not as sensuous as the hands and knees position.
Bill said I got excellent scores on the skin tone and muscle tone event as
we left.
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JEMMA - THE CATCH GAME Part 5
Bill (or Charlie) whispered in my ear as he led me to my next event. It
felt good to have my hands down and walking freely, although the leather cuffs
were still on my wrists, they weren’t attached to anything. I still couldn’t
see and had a leather collar around my neck with a chain attached, but I didn’t
feel threatened as Bill walked me along. “Try to do your best, Jemma, and
maybe we’ll win a prize. Who knows, if we win, you’ll get two hundred
dollars.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Just open as fast as you can when you feel the finger in the right spot.
You’ll catch on.” as he patted my bare bottom. “Did you know your titties
jiggle when you walk? That’s so cute.”
“Oh, you’re funny.” I giggled. “They’re too little to jiggle.”
We stopped by the next platform. I heard the men helping another
contestant down off the stage. Bill jiggled my titties with his hand while we
waited for the other girl to get down. “Nice job, Ariel, highest score so
far.” one of the men said to the exiting contestant. “Ariel” as least I knew
one of the other girls’ names.
Several men started sprinkling powder on me and tickling me lightly all
over. “Why are they powdering me, Bill?”
“In this event you will want your hands and fanny to be dry. More
friction that way, so you can pull your bottom open faster - without your hands
slipping.” (My bottom open?)
“I’m still not sure I know what to do, Bill, but I’ll try to do my best.”
I said cheerfully. This was turning out to be more fun than I thought. What
the heck. Nobody knew who I was, and I sure was getting lots of attention.
“ Step right on up here, Little Jemma, we’ll show you what to do.” said a
different voice.
“Get on your hands and knees. Now back up. That’s a girl. Now your feet
are over the edge. Put your knees farther apart.” said several different
voices.
Once again I was about table top high, surrounded by men. Most of them
were behind me. “Take it easy. We’ll get her ready.” Bill told them. He had
explained that each of the girl contestants had a “guardian” who would keep an
eye on them the whole night - look out for their safety and so forth. He was
my guardian that night.
“We’re going to put this box under your head, Jemma. That’s it.” The
wooden box had a thin pillow on it. I lowered my head and shoulders onto it,
which took the weight off my hands. They placed my hands on the sides of my
fanny.
I heard a buzzing sound. One of the men was putting some kind of
lubricant into my bottom and said, “Open up” as he put more in. “Relax that
pretty little butt, Jemma, this won’t hurt.” And it didn’t. He kept putting
more lubricant into my bottom, then put a more watery oil around on my fanny up
and down between my cheeks. Not reaching out to my where my hands had been
placed.
“Now, here’s how this game works, Jemma. One of us will slowly slide his
finger around on your pretty little fanny. If you feel the finger right over
your hole, you’ve got to pop it open. Kind of like a little trap - to ‘catch’
the finger.” he explained patiently while his finger glided around and around
on my bottom - up and over - down beside it - across again - and...
I pulled my cheeks wide apart - fast - just as his finger glided over my
anus. His finger dropped in, to his second knuckle. “Good catch!” he said and
began tickling me with some kind of vibrating plastic thing - right on my
little button in the front of my pussy. “This is your reward.” as he circled
the vibrator around my button with his finger still inside my anus. “You
caught the very first one!”
We did this a few more times and I caught it every time. Very pleased
with myself about the game and very pleased inside myself, too. Each time I
caught his big finger, he buzzed my little button. My tummy was getting a
mushy feeling, like I might get those good twitches. Then he asked the quiet
onlookers. “Anybody else want to test her?”
“I do!” said a chorus.
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JEMMA -TOO EMBARASSING TO MENTION Part 6
See Author’s Note at the end of my story. Let me just say it was
bizzare, kinky... and I loved it. Although I would like to do it again, I’m
too embarassed to ask anyone about trying it with me. I need to find someone
who is really open minded.
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next: JEMMA - GETTING TASTED Part 7
(Author's note: please send any comments/suggestions/personal experiences to me
at corn53@aol.com. Parts of all of my stories are true. Some are copmosites
of memories which readers have shared with me. Thank you for your help with
this "literary research." - Corn53)
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