Jemima's Tale Pt. 02

"Like a beer?" I really have no idea what I am saying.

He nods again so I pass him one of the opened bottles. He takes an appreciative swig before my fascinated eyes - I could watch him forever, this man who has been inside me as deeply as anyone can go... Then, I retrieve my own drink from the dressing table and gratefully drain it while he removes his jacket and undoes his shirt collar. I am rivetted by a wisp of sandy chest hair that appears below the open collar.

"Here, let me help," I offer, " - it IS pretty warm in here..."

Pleased to have something to do, I hang his jacket up on the back of the bedroom door, then impulsively - possibly influenced by vodka-and-lime - I return to stand close in front of him. As he takes another swig of beer, I find myself unfastening the rest of his shirt, uncovering gentle masculine planes of lightly tanned chest and stomach to my view.

I know I've done the right thing, for as I kneel in front of him and begin to undo his shoes, he unfastens his cuffs and discards the shirt on a nearby chair. Removing his socks, I hear the unmistakable sound of his zip next to my head, and in moments we are face to face - and my heart is thumping in my chest in complete excitement - to have this handsome man in front of me, naked but for a pair of tight black briefs, while I stand there, dressed in my sensuous lingerie and high heels, feeling more much naked under his gaze, than he could ever feel...

His arms come up and Steve gently pushes my robe off my shoulders so he can see me better. It drops to the floor in a whisper of lace and I move closer to him, raise my arms around his neck and suddenly feel myself totally enveloped in his warm masculine presence. He takes me into his arms and my breasts press into his bare chest, making me shiver inside. Large firm hands slide round my back, exploring the ruffle of frills at my waist before moving on to caress my bare thighs and lace-clad bottom.

I am in paradise. I close my eyes and allow myself a small but profound sigh - this feels like my right and proper place in the world - and consequently it seems like the most natural thing in the world when he leans down and presses his lips against mine. Before I know it I am being thoroughly kissed and my lips open instinctively for him to possess, responding eagerly to the fierce, building, passion between us. For a few swooning minutes I lose my sense of self, revelling in the pure sensation of a man's tongue exploring my lips and mouth and tongue and enjoying the feeling that the moustache gently brushing my upper lip means that it is my Steve that is giving me such pleasure. When he holds my chin in his palm, I am totally finished off and melt inside like a schoolgirl... I run my hands across the broad fur of his chest and press my hip against the hardening cylinder of his cock (...you want it inside you so much... penetrating you... invading you...) making me feel so womanly and desirable.

I squirm slightly to the side so he can't feel the evidence of my arousal pushing itself up from under my panties to meet his own wonderful stiffness. I wish this moment would never end...

Jemima's confidence grows stronger with this beautiful prick pressed against her and when he finally broke the kiss, I look up into his eyes.

"Take them off..." I murmur, reaching down to touch the front of the tight briefs. He smiles: "I'll let you do it...", while bringing his hands up the front of my body to pause and cup my breasts firmly, moving his thumbs in circles over my hard lace-covered nipples and making me gasp with pleasure.

Two could play at that! - I arch my breasts into his palms and thoroughly enjoy his attentions for a few moments before reaching round his hips to slide my hands, palm-down, under the elastic of the briefs. Grasping the cool flesh of his taut buttocks I use them to pull myself nearer to him, allowing his growing erection to deliberately push into my stomach.

A few moments of that and he doesn't exactly moan but his breathing grows heavier, so I decide that I win and will claim my reward. I slowly draw my hands, still under the elastic, round to his sides before kneeling down in front of him once more. I look up, past the flat stomach, the muscular chest and stare into his wonderful blue-gray eyes - I can't believe my luck that I get to make love to such a good-looking man - before pulling my hands downward, gradually easing the underwear past the level of my head, down over his hips, then further, past muscular thighs, stretching over strong knees until finally down around sculpted calves and ankles. He steps out of them automatically and his hand comes down to touch the top of my head. I watch the beautiful prick unfurling in front of my face and I know that he is expecting me to take it in my mouth.

Instead, I stand up slowly, alleviating any disappointment by reaching out and delicately enclosing his groin with my hand. He feels warm and smooth and damp against my palm and I want to feel him between my lips so badly it hurts, but I hold back a little longer.

"Do you know what I'd like?", I whisper, pressing my hand into him lightly, feeling so very daring now in my desire to have this man make love to me once again. He raises his eyebrows as I turn toward the waiting bed.

"Come and lie down," I slip out of his grasp and move over to pat the covers, giving him the a full display of my pantied rear framed by the tight suspender straps. "I want to do something really special for you...".

In moments he is spread out in the middle of the kingsize bed, pale and naked in the low bedroom light. I survey the sturdy, masculine frame in front of me, noting the definition of the muscles, the slight thickening at the waist, the strength in the arms and shoulders... the same arms that had held me firm when he thrust into me from behind, that same broad chest that I had felt tight against my back as he reached his orgasm up inside me... this body belonged to the man who had uncovered my deepest desires, making me totally surrender to them, and making me want to do it again and again...

Part 6 - Jemima Pleasures Her Man

My heart fluttering, I climb onto the bedspread next to him, my stockinged knees press deep into the mattress as I position myself. As delicately as I can, I manoeuvre myself so that my head is facing his groin but my body is presented at an angle to his view - this way my lover will have the both the benefit of watching my delectable purple lips eagerly descending to perform their intended task, while still being able to anticipate the future attractions in store in the shape of my upthrust, panty-clad, bottom...

As I hoped, his prick responds even more, the engorged column of flesh now level with my breasts. To my right, I catch him watching me through half-closed eyes, anticipating what I am planning to do (...he knows you're a cocksucker. Show him how much you love to suck his cock...)

Jemima licks her lips of darkest-indigo to moisten them. "I forget how much of a handful you are..." I coo suggestively, leaning forward on all fours to do what I'd been dreaming about all week - reaching out with lace-gloved fingers to lightly encircle the swelling shaft of my lover.

Just like before, it feels so right to be touching him in this most intimate, sexual, way. The loose ring of my fingers glides up to the tip of his hardening cock, then slides softly back down to the root; I smile, feeling it twitch through the delicate lace of my glove. His breath comes a little faster now and I momentarily glance back at him over my right shoulder and whisper softly: "I love doing this to you..."

I hold him firmer now, proudly erect in my enclosing hand. Briefly marvelling at the sight of myself holding a man's prick once more, I begin to slide the outer sheath of skin up and down over the large, rigid, organ. My lover closes his eyes with a sigh and, lovingly, I start to masturbate him in earnest.

His left hand moves behind me and I feel his fingers running down over my bare hip, along my suspenders to slide under the smooth curve of my bottom through the taut lace of my panties.

"Mmm...that's nice..." I whisper in encouragement, enjoying the wonderfully sexual feelings that run through me at his touch. As if in answer, a probing finger pushes the lace a little deeper into the crack between my buttocks, sending pleasure thrilling through my insides (...oh yes, give it to me, make me beg you for more...). I snuggle my bottom back into his outstretched palm, the better to let those gently roving fingertips continue their exploration...

His legs move further apart on the bed, his hips rising imperceptibly with each of my upstrokes. The smell of him fills my nostrils and my heart beats faster as I remember what I had been doing the last time I had encountered that particular scent. Once this vision is in my head, it's useless; giving this man pleasure feels so necessary, so fulfiling, that I just can't resist leaning down to kiss the smooth purple head in front of me. He gasps then and I am rewarded by the sensation of the warm column in my fist stiffening even more.

Leaning on my left forearm, I lower my head to his groin. My hair falls forwards and I pause, flicking it back over my shoulder to allow him a clear view of what is coming next. I feel powerful and sexy like a porn star...

Still stroking him with my hand, time seems to come to a halt. I am aware of Steve watching me as, in slow motion, I close my mouth around the tip of his prick and slowly begin to lick over and around the swelling glans, making it nice and wet with my saliva.

I deliberately slide my lover's stiff cock into my mouth as far as I can take it, capturing the shaft firmly between my lips. I squirm my wet tongue along the soft underside, teasing and tantalising his entire length, while slowly pulling my head back up until once more just the tip is imprisoned between my lips. I repeat the manoeuvre all over again, this time concentrating at the ridge behind the head... The feel and taste of him in my mouth excites me beyond belief and I am aware that my own prick is now hard and stiff in its purple lace prison.

A flick of my tongue across the damp slit at the head and I feel him swell even larger in my mouth. I murmur encouragement, then work my way back down the shaft until I have swallowed most of him up again, all the time sucking and caressing the hard column with relish. Single-minded with submissive desires, I close my eyes and devote myself to giving this man the best blow-job he has ever experienced. I want him to know that, even with not much practice I can still suck his prick for him better than any girl ever could...

For the next ten minutes or so I am in heaven, sucking and licking him in earnest, exploring every fold and crease of his prick and balls. Intent on my task I am only dimly aware of a light slap falling on my behind. Down by the bedcovers, my prick twitches pleasurably in my panties. I receive another smack, closely followed by one more - the last one hard enough to make the cheeks of my bottom quiver - in his heightened excitement, it appears my partner has found his own special way of urging me on! Through my mouthful of stiff prick I moan my approval at the delicious sensations (...spank your bare arse harder and harder until you learn how to bring me off in your mouth properly...), but my bottom waits in vain for further punishment - suddenly it seems that my lover is too pre-occupied to continue. I put my fantasy away for another time and concentrate on refining my newly-acquired skill at fellatio...

Gradually I work up a strong, erotic rhythm until I am vigorously wanking the base of his shaft in my fist while repeatedly sliding the head into my hot, excited, mouth. A few moments of this and he begins to gasp and noticeably slide about on the bed.

When his hands come down to hold my hair, I know that soon he will be giving me what I want - a delicious, squirting load of his come. Daringly I push the fingers of my left hand up between his legs, under the taut skin of his balls, and press between the tight globes I find there, trying to find his delicate core. He gasps at the attempted invasion, but doesn't react otherwise. I gently stroke the moist membrane with my fingertip and smile round my mouthful of cock as I heard his hiss of excitement (...he wants you to give it to him...).

Abruptly his legs tense on the bed and with a grunt, his hips jerk upwards. In the confines of my mouth his cock seems to swell even more before it literally explodes, copiously filling the back of my throat with warm semen. I run my fingers up and down the straining shaft, and suck desperately at the pulsing organ, trying to coax everything out of him that he has to give.

Eagerly, I gulp down the spurts of come, lapping up all the precious fluid like a good girl should, but there is so much that it starts dripping out of the corner of my mouth and onto his stomach. It seems totally right for Jemima to savour and enjoy receiving the resulting outpour of her partners climax in this manner - for her, it is one of the ultimate expressions of sexual intimacy between two lovers. I swallow gladly, totally enthralled by the idea that it was me who had provoked this powerful male response.

The tide of thick, salty liquid ebbs and he sighs and relaxes back on the bedcovers. For a while I just hold him in the warm dampness of my mouth until at last I feel the thick column soften and I release him. Unconsciously I lick sperm off my lips, and this reminder of my total submissiveness to this man causes another shiver of excitement and sexual freedom to sweep right through my whole body.

Nothing is forbidden with my handsome new lover...

I climb off the bed and stand up. Looking down at the man that I had just welcomed into my mouth again, I know that I am going to make him come once more - this time, however, I need to have that hard prick wedged firmly between my spread buttocks... I want this man to fuck me long and hard before finally making me feel that same urgent surge of ejaculation bursting through my insides...

Part 7 - Jemima Puts on a Show

My pulse beats even faster at my wicked thoughts and I find myself adjusting my pose, girlishly pressing my purple-stockinged knees together, and arranging myself for his enjoyment. The three-inch heels digging into the carpet make me feel sexy and so very feminine.

I move my hands up to my breasts and fondle them through the teddiette, lingering sweetly on my erect nipples. My eyes close and my tongue traces the shape of my upper lip, once more bringing the taste of lipstick mingled with his juices. I peek through semi-closed eyelids and note his returning arousal with hidden glee as he watches my performance; enrapt.

The lingerie feels tight and arousing as it stretches with me. I pout for my lover, looking him directly in the eyes while sensuously removing first one glove, then the other; lazily sliding the lace over my forearms before dropping them to the floor.

My hands go to the semi-transparent lace of my panties and lightly linger over the swollen bulge within, then I slowly turn, presenting my back to him.

Carefully, sensuously, I pull the purple panties up tight into the crack of my bottom, completely revealing my bare cheeks to his gaze. I move my legs apart, my back still to him, and reach behind, sliding my forefinger temptingly down the crack of my bottom. I bend at the waist and arch my back, knowing that my behind is now thrust out invitingly toward him. I feel the muscles of my stocking-clad legs quivering with tension and excitement as I stroke the curves of my buttocks for him, sliding my palm over the smooth globes and the taut material separating them.

Still facing away from him, I straighten momentarily, putting my legs back together tightly before, with a sexy wriggle of my hips, I pull the panties down to my knees where they fall to the top of my shoes where I can step out of them. I am showing off, parading about in front of my new boyfriend, but I don't care - I feel daring and sexy and I feel like nothing is wrong any more...

I reach out to the bedside table and scoop up some of the vaseline on my index finger. I spread my legs again and, while Steve watches, reach down behind me with two fingers and make a show of smearing the cool lubricant into the warm cleft between my spread buttocks. I look back over my shoulder, seeing him intently watching the movements of my hand beneath me, my fingers shamelessly preparing the way for him, pushing the slippery jelly up deep into my openly displayed anus.

I am fully aroused as I turn back to face the bed. If he has a problem with this particular indication that Jemima is not a totally genetic female, he doesn't show it. I move over to him, bending over to bestow a quick kiss on his proudly jutting cock. In motion, I replace my kiss with a handful of vaseline, my fingers shaping themselves to his manhood, spreading the lubricant up and over the stiff shaft and coaxing a moan of pleasure from him. I stroke him as I'd done before, grasping the slippery cock in my right hand and caressing him firmly and adoringly while I climb onto the bed to straddle him.

My knees press into his thighs as I position myself over his outstretched form, steadying myself with my free hand. Exposed in my teddiette, stockings and heels, I kneel up to straddle my lover's flat, hairy, stomach and hold my bared bottom up high over the aroused stiffness of his prick (...ride his prick until he shoots his spunk inside you...). I feel his hands come up to steady my lace-encased waist while I reach down behind me with my left hand and grasp him once more - the vivid feeling of his cock in my 'wrong' hand is particularly exciting - and wasting no more time, I deliberately press the waiting erection up into the crack between my lowering buttocks.

Poised above him, I rub his hardness along the warm, lubricated, crevice between the cheeks of my bottom. "Does that feel nice?" I tease, brazenly looking right into his eyes...

Steve watches me as I work the head of his prick in a slow sensuous circle around my moist entrance, letting us both enjoy the feeling of the smooth hard shaft probing my sticky rosebud. In a moment I will gently take him into me, millimetre by exquisite millimetre, extending and savouring the moment as long as possible... then my lover gasps aloud and, startling me, suddenly pushes his hips upwards off the bed to meet me. The head of his cock pushes straight into my open, unexpecting, anus.

Unprepared, I cry out at the sudden penetration, the invading member slipping with ease into my slippery hole and totally filling me. Independent of my control, my head goes back and my eyes close with the intensity of the feelings within me. The muscles on the top of my legs began to tremble but I am held firmly round the waist, preventing any escape. I manage to move up away from him slightly but am quickly pulled back down onto the slow steady pressure that signals his advancing prick. I give myself up to the sensations inside me and softly moan aloud, beginning to breathe harder in my excitement. Steve allows me to raise my bottom up a little, only to pull me back down again to be penetrated a little further...

Then I feel the naked flesh of his thighs against the warm cheeks of my behind. I carefully ease myself back onto my heels, now extremely aware that my poor bottom is tightly clasping his entire length inside.

Staying very still for a long time, I let my eyes re-focus and the intensity of the feelings inside me subside toward quiet. I lean my head forward and see that he is doing exactly the same thing, his eyes once more focusing on my face and his mouth spreading into a smile.

"Steve, I.." I try to speak.