Date: Sat, 03 Feb 2001 17:48:05 -0000
From: Jemima Cranshaw <jemimaheart@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Jemima's Tale Part 2'{Jemimaheart}(MM tv anal con)[1!1]

Jemima's Tale Part 2 - A true story.

jemimaheart@hotmail.com


+++++ Part 1 - Lustful thoughts

The week after I lost my virginity passed slowly, and I mean REALLY slowly.

I couldn't concentrate at work, couldn't relax at home, couldn't keep my
mind on anything much at all except to retreat into my thoughts and try and
relive that first, incredible, moment when I finally gave myself to another
man.

I made some casual enquiries with old Mrs Tate across the road, and could
barely contain myself on hearing that, yes, last week a man resembling the
one I'd described had been in charge of the fitters installing a kitchen for
her next-door neighbour - in fact, she even knew that his name was Steve,
because she'd filled their kettle for them when the water was off...

Knowing his name really brought it home: I had actually allowed another man
to use me sexually like a woman. I could feel that accepting his prick
inside me had opened some kind of door that could never be closed again.
When I had let a stranger named Steve fuck me (..down on all fours, taking
it like a good bitch should...) until I came helplessly on my own
living-room carpet, I had also let him make me his own.

Over and over, I daydreamed about how he had discovered me: down on my hands
and knees, all dressed up as a girl in frilly white lingerie, stockings and
high heels. I had been totally caught out, right in the middle of acting out
my fantasies as Jemima, wriggling my naked backside in the air while sucking
lovingly on an 8-inch dildo for all I was worth... It brought a blush to my
face every time I thought about it - but it didn't seem to stop me thinking
about it...

Again and again, I recreated those incredible moments with the stranger I
now knew as Steve: down on my knees, trembling before his penetrating gaze,
the stomach-churning excitement of his warm prick growing hard in my mouth
or the feel of his cool, masculine, hands running over my bare thighs and
bottom.

Most importantly of all, I tried to relive the feelings that had coursed
through me on being opened and entered by a stiff cock for the first time
ever (...show him just how much you will be a slut for him...), and how
being used like a woman had left me with such a wonderful, pulsing ache of
satisfaction inside...

Truth be told, I was getting myself into a bit of a state.

I have to confess that one night - Sunday night, I think - I got so horny
thinking about him that I got dressed up, exactly as I had when he'd
discovered me, and went downstairs to re-enact my deflowering as best I
could...

I stuck the dildo into the sofa again and made it good and wet with my
mouth, then I got down on all fours and held my anus up against the shiny
rounded head. I slowly backed onto the smooth pink shaft, pretending that it
was Steve penetrating me all over again. Once it was all the way in, I began
to rock backwards and forwards on the rigid latex phallus, fucking myself in
sheer delight.

I was looking forward to a good long tension-relieving session but when my
bum started slapping back into the cool leather sofa-cushion, the memory of
Steve's powerful thighs slapping into me, with each heavenly thrust of his
prick into my bottom, was so exciting that I came instantly, orgasming
over-excitedly into my hastily cupped hand. As I came, my muscles clamped so
hard round the dildo that it locked tightly in my anus until I grew quite
worried. It took a good few minutes for my prick to soften and, to my
relief, I unclenched and released the intruder onto the carpet.

This experience did not exactly ease my frustration or help me relax,
instead, it made me feel even more out-of-sorts with my new self...

As the days past, my nervousness grew. He had definitely said he was going
to return for me - "be ready", were the words he'd used - and every time I
imagined his voice my stomach actually began to hurt.

There was a constant feeling - an excited combination of fear and arousal -
that accompanied what little daily routine I could manage. I fantasised
about his blue-grey eyes, his blonde hair, the brief touch of his moustache
when he'd kissed me. I wanted to be kissed like that again.

I fantasised about him standing over me again, the worn 'ball' patches in
his faded denims level with my vision, his taut package perfectly presented
to my lips. Unable to resist, I repeatedly wanked myself to orgasm, reliving
the incredible moment when I first unzipped those pale jeans, took his
manhood into my waiting mouth and discovered the amazing reality of how it
felt to lick and kiss and suck a beautiful stiff cock.

I did not even know his name, might never even see him again, but I knew
that whatever happened in the future, at the moment when that man had pulled
me back onto his prick and squirted his gorgeous creamy sperm up between my
buttocks, he had claimed me as his property. If he came back (...please
please come back and make me squeal like a girl again...), I prayed that I
could be brave enough to do everything possible in order to satisfy him, my
first true, male, lover.


+++++ Part 2 - Preparing for Pleasure

Inexorably slowly, the week did pass, and eventually the appointed day
rolled round. I rang into work and claimed I was ill - I really could NOT
stand being there for even one minute.

After a restless night - not even wanking had got me relaxed enough to sleep
- I awoke and almost immediately started to plan for my important visitor.
Clean the house, prepare the bedroom, then get myself ready to meet the new
man in my life.

I tidied the bedroom, remaking the kingsize bed with my luxurious red
pillowcases and sheets. Candles, incense, CD player ...adjust the dressing
table mirror near the bed to an interesting angle...  turn up the heating...
at the last moment I would add some vodka and a couple of beers in an ice
bucket. An open jar of vaseline on the bedside table left no doubt as to
what was on my mind... (...oh please please let him want me as much as I
want him...)

So, room sorted, next it was face and body basics to attend to, then I would
take some time choosing what to wear for Jemima's second ever bout of
lovemaking...

First a long soak in the bath - scented bubble bath was the order of the
day. I sat and luxuriated for a while - so what would Jemima be dressed in
for her liaison tonight? I rested my head back against the bath, took
another sip of my vodka and lime, and wondered...

Surely it would be sensible to repeat last weeks performance - frilly
baby-doll nightie and high heels, all in lovely virginal white. It had
definitely seemed to work, propelling his gorgeous thrusting cock where it
rightly belonged - straight into my waiting bottom - but perhaps a change of
image might be better, to keep the juices really flowing, as it were?

I thought about presenting myself to him in my young-and-girly look (...gosh
you're so big! I bet you could easily pick me up...):

bubble-gum pink camisole and panties all covered with white hearts,
white, thigh-length, hold-up stockings,
trendy pink platform shoes (...a bit heavy when your legs are thrashing in
the air, though?),
chunky plastic jewellery and Pokemon hair band - you know the sort of
thing...

but perhaps it would be all a bit much.

My favourite uniform might also be a bit too 'TV' for my new man's taste -
or would he enjoy me in my little French Maid's dress, bending over
teasingly to persuade him to join in with my favourite roleplay game?
(...firm smacks on the bum are needed to keep naughty Jemima in her
place...).

It kept coming back to the fact that I didn't really know what had aroused
him enough to want to have me, that first amazing time. I hoped against hope
that it was Jemima's feminine sexuality that had turned him on, rather than
simply the opportunity to relieve his lust in what was obviously a
submissive male virgin...

Whether he was straight, gay or both, (...perhaps he went back home to fuck
his girlfriend while all the time imagining sliding his prick between my
smooth white buttocks ...) I had no practical experience of what men might
find exciting about Jemima, I only knew what I fantasised about with men!
Whichever way I turned, I knew I could easily be caught out.

So in the end, after much agonising and a few false starts, I decided to
play safe and go for a classy-but-raunchy feminine boudoir look, hoping that
it would give out the right signals. I would wear:

my beautiful lined-lace teddiette in dark purple, with its taut suspenders,
deep violet stockings in lace,
my matching lacy panties,
purple satin choker,
purple lace opera gloves
and of course, sexy high heels.

I would start the evening in my co-ordinating thigh-length ruffled lace
robe, but who knows about later on?

The rich luxury of the underwear would contrast well with my smooth pale
skin and, I reckoned, serve to accentuate my seductive curves nicely. If I
could be brave enough, I planned to tantalise and excite my new lover until
he wanted me so badly it hurt.

If he gave me the chance, I would willingly become his special girlfriend,
who would let him do anything he ever dreamed about to her. I wanted to make
him so happy that he'd be always be back for more and more...


+++++ Part 3 - The Look of Love

Outfit decided upon, I washed my hair with the shower, carefully shaved my
legs and arms and chest, then spent quite some time trimming my pubes into a
heart-shape.. yes it was corny, but I'd always wanted to do it for someone
special and I found its suggestion of sexual invitation and display
particularly exciting. It looked really good when I'd finished, and I
completed my toilette by thoroughly cleaning myself inside, before using my
cream to remove absolutely all foreign hairs from between the cheeks of my
bottom - I wanted that part of my body to be totally pristine for my new
boyfriend.

I finished my bath, dried my hair and body, then powdered all over. Toenails
were trimmed extra short (...don't want ladders in those lovely lace
stockings, do we?..)  and painted dark violet. Finally, select squirts of
perfume were applied to my pulse points, and I made myself giggle with a
quick squirt in my bottom crack for good luck...

My make-up was quite dramatic - dark, almost black indigo lipstick with
gloss, violet eyeshadow with gold highlights on the eyelids. Thick black
mascara made my eyelashes simply divine. Nails were filed smooth and painted
to match my toes. I brushed my shoulder-length fair-brown hair until it
shone, tying it back using a lovely soft hair ribbon the same rich colour as
the lipstick; dangly gold earrings contributed to the overall effect -
vaguely vampy, a bit gothic but definitely worth paying attention to...

Time to get dressed!

First though, I couldn't help showing off my newly-shaped pubes in the
wardrobe mirror. Completely naked but for make-up, hair ribbon and the
purple satin choker, I pouted and wriggled for my new boyfriend, sensuously
offering him the subtle curves of my breasts and hips, before more blatantly
displaying the rounded cheeks of my bottom. I started to get really excited
as I watched the reflection in the glass - a naughty, prick-teasing Jemima
parading shamelessly about the room - first standing up on tip-toe, then
bending over and caressing her own smooth backside - now stroking herself
lewdly, and now staring straight into your eyes, pumping her hips up and
down and crying out -  acting like a girl who deserves to be caught, held
down and given her come-uppance, the longer and harder the better...

In a panic, I grabbed a handful of scented tissues from the dressing-table
and found myself messily ejaculating into them. It was a short, edgy orgasm
(...not as good as with a bottom full of nice stiff prick...), and had
completely taken me by surprise. I felt my face flush - what if he'd walked
in on me, bringing myself off to my own reflection? I needed another drink!

After a while, I calmed down, went back into the bathroom to wash myself and
dispose of the evidence, before finishing getting ready.

I climbed into the soft lace teddiette, delicately inserting my feet, before
wiggling the garment up around my waist. I pulled up the straps and slid my
arms through them, adjusting the purple elastic neatly over my shoulders.
Instantly I felt like I was coming alive, and a familiar, unstoppable, warm
buzz of pleasure spread through my groin once more.

I breathed in slightly before fastening the clips at my lower back. The
lycra back clung tightly to my curves, its boning constricting my middle in
a most agreeable fashion, emphasising the flare of my waist and finishing
just above my hips with a trim of lovely ruffled lace. The underwired cups
pushed my breasts up nicely, giving me a small but distinct cleavage, my
nipples clearly visible through the violet lace.

Then my favourite part of any outfit - my hosiery!

I pulled on the purple lace stockings, enjoying the sensation of them
clinging to my thighs, and straightening the seams carefully (...after all
there is nothing more distracting than looking at crooked seams when you're
mounting your new girlfriend is there?...) and adjusting the back garter
suspenders so that they stretched smoothly over my backside. The tug on the
stockings served to emphasise the deliciously bare feeling of my naked bum.

I didn't possess any purple footwear, but my faithful three-inch gold heels
- with long criss-cross straps that tied below the knee -  matched
beautifully. The purple lace opera gloves completed the Ôtake me' effect
that I wanted to project.

I pulled the panties up to my waist, the tight lace at my groin helping to
restrain my interested penis, before stepping into the high heels, winding
the straps up my legs to tie with a bow below my knees. I felt thoroughly
womanly and sexy in my lovely purple underwear - I just couldn't quite
believe that someone else was going to see me in it (...please let it make
him nice and hard for me...)!

As I sat at the dressing table to brush my hair and titivate my makeup, I
looked in the mirror and saw Jemima positively aglow with anticipation at
the evening to come. The large and sparkly eyes, the flush of excitement at
her throat - this is what it looks like, I thought, when what you have been
waiting for all your life is unbelievably about to happen again; when you
know that there is another chance for your true, inner, self to be
released... another chance to express the deep emotional need to give
yourself sexually to another man...


+++++ Part 4 - Playing into His Hands

It started to get dark outside, just as it had when he had walked in on me
the week previous. In the cosy red light of the bedroom, I sat and waited
for him.

I poured myself a vodka-and-lime, didn't even stop to add ice, just drank
it, then refreshed its glass. I adjusted the covers on the bed - yet again.

Restlessly, I stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror once more,
this time feeling a sharp pang of desire for the anxious-looking girl I
could see, all by herself in her bedroom, but unmistakably dressed up for a
night of passion.

Jemima turned round lightly, her robe swirling round to rest once more
across the back of her stocking-tops. I watched in the mirror, entranced, as
she bent slightly forwards from the waist and moved her feet apart slightly.

A short pause, then long-nailed fingers crept into view, reaching behind the
back of her legs, grasping the ruffled hemline there and easing it upwards,
uncovering parallel lines of suspender stretching up white thighs, until the
lower curves of her bottom-cheeks were enticingly revealed. Firm,
well-rounded, buttocks then appeared, well defined and taut in their tight
prison of purple lace.

Still she leant forward, still she raised her robe, until at last she stood
there on her three inch stilettoes, legs apart, bottom fully exposed and
thrust up for the viewer's delectation. Her large-lashed eyes peered
brightly over her left shoulder as if to say, "don't you want to have me
then?". My gaze was drawn to the shadowy cleft between those proffered
cheeks - it was an irresistible vision - and I felt myself growing hard at
the thought of someone reaching out and sharply tugging those panties down
her thighs. Smooth fingers would then curve down between those white,
uncovered, buttocks, before sliding deliciously into the now-revealed
crevice, and up into whatever moist, secret place might lie between them...

Sudden footsteps on the staircase gave me only enough time to straighten up,
remove my guilty hand from my panties and whirl round to face the door
before it opened. My heart was beating fast beneath the boned constriction
of the teddiette as the only man who knew about my secret life entered the
bedroom with the confidence of someone who knows he holds all the cards.

My first shocked thought was that he looked so smart and businesslike in
full dark grey suit and tie - he'd obviously come straight from work - and
as he looked at me I became acutely aware of my enticing frills and
stockings. The contrast between our attire couldn't have been greater if
he'd done it deliberately, and it made me feel a bit like a call-girl
greeting a client.

His unremembered size and sheer male handsomeness took me by complete
surprise. He was taller than I'd remembered, good-looking with dirty-blond
hair that needed a cut, nice neatly-trimmed blond moustache and intense,
blue-green eyes that made my stomach flip over (... the last time he saw you
you were spread out before him, holding your bottom high in the air for him
to fuck...). I felt myself blush furiously in overawed confusion. I didn't
know whether to throw myself into his arms and beg him to make love to me or
run out the bedroom door as fast as I could.

He took a step towards me, leisurely looking me up and down. For some reason
I had my hands behind my back, as though I was waiting for his instructions.
In a way, I think I was.

He came to a stop just in front of me and I briefly dared to look up at him.
As he met my gaze my heart began to pound madly and for the first time I
felt he was really looking at me, peering directly into my eyes. I found
myself starting to tremble inside, helplessly responding to the man standing
before me.

I knew that as he searched my face all Jemima's intimate secrets were being
laid bare before him, all the shameful excitement and needs that had
constantly surged through me, throughout the long week since he had
physically taken possession of me. He could see everything - just how much
my world now depended on my expressing my love for him and all he
represented to me - and how my adoration was such that I would gladly offer
him any pleasure he demanded from me, proud to be the object that helped him
gain the satisfaction he deserved.

Once more I was standing at the edge of my life, waiting to recklessly leap
over the precipice: standing in my bedroom in front of this man, dressed up
as a woman and virtually shouting out that I was ready - no, eager -  for
him to make love to me...


+++++ Part 5 - A New Intimacy

"I didn't think you'd come..." I blurt out, my voice soft in the warm room.

Then he speaks and I have to make an effort to keep my thoughts on what he's
saying: "I nearly didn't - but I had to. I couldn't get ...last week... out
of my head."

I know I am blushing even harder. I look down at his feet and hear myself
whisper, "I haven't stopped thinking about it, either...".

I try again, looking back up at him somehow makes me feel better: "Your
name's Steve isn't it..?". It is literally the first thing that comes into
my head.

He nods and his eyes sparkle with momentary amusement. He doesn't ask how
I'd found out. Jemima is breathless and nervous so she says the second thing
that comes into her head:

"Do you like my outfit?...it's specially for you...".

An endless pause before he grins, "...looks good to me" he says, and I feel
my head and stomach swim with delight (...he likes you like a girl!...) and
relief all at the same time.

"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, all 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 an eyebrow 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...

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.

"Shush," he whispers, "Don't say anything... I'm going to fuck you."

He raises his knees off the bed behind me until they rest against my lower
back. I lean back weakly, unable to concentrate on anything except the
penetrating fullness radiating through my bottom. The grip around my waist
is almost fierce. As his hips come up off the bed once more, his throbbing
manhood pushes even deeper into my rectum; I gasp, knowing that it has been
decided that I am no longer in charge.


+++++ Part 8 - Jemima's Reward

He begins to push the rigid shaft right up into me, gaining momentum from
each bounce of the mattress beneath us. Being taken in this position feels
so different from last time - the springiness of the bed makes me feel even
less in control than before. Impaled above him, I can do nothing but try to
catch my breath between each powerful thrust up inside me. His thighs slap
against my bare behind and the sound serves to excite me more and more...

"OHH... OHHH... ohh...ohh..." My anus flames with pure pleasure at receiving
this wonderful battering. My lovers eyes close as he pumps in and out of me,
lifting us both further up off the bed with each stroke. My breasts bounce
as I absorb the shock of each grunting push between my buttocks; I don't
know what to do with my hands - I don't know what to do at all except moan
helplessly in delight at what is being done to me.

He ploughs into me faster and faster and I find myself growing light-headed,
sensing his approaching climax inside me. Not breaking the rhythm of our
fucking, I half-fall, half-lower myself, forwards onto the broad expanse of
his chest. His hands move down my body to get a better purchase on my bottom
and without pausing, he naturally adjusts the angle of his exquisite thrusts
into me.

Now I lie spread out along the whole length of my lovers body. My legs
stretch wide across his solid middle making the sweaty insides of my thighs
rub deliciously around his waist. Even though my bursting erection is now
repeatedly being squeezed against the muscles of his stomach, I feel
totally, swooningly, female: my breasts heave against the strength of his
chest, my hips rise and fall in his controlling hands, and with my whole
being I know how it feels to be a woman preparing for her man to come inside
her, to lovingly receive the gift of his hot seed between her eager
buttocks.

Abandoning myself to our lovemaking, I put my arms up round his neck,
kissing him passionately and open-mouthed. This is what I crave - totally
enfolded by my strong male lover and taking everything he has to give. The
familiar tickle of his moustache brings the wonderful fullness in my anus
almost unbearably into focus. There is a feeling of bigness in my chest that
threatens to burst wide open. His tongue probes between my lips, mirroring
the shaft that delves repeatedly into my bottom. I moan helplessly into his
mouth, clamping myself to his body as though I'd never let go; each heavenly
thrust into my rear makes me gasp, white heat growing and flooding through
my trapped prick as it rubs excitingly between our sweaty bodies.

Through the closed window comes the faint evening sounds of the traffic at
the end of the road, people going home from work never dreaming that mere
feet of their heads a guy dressed in frilly lingerie is being rigorously
shafted - writhing around in sheer pleasure, impaled on the end of his
boyfriends throbbing cock - and loving every sweaty, depraved minute of
it...

All at once it is too much, I feel like I'm floating as my hips buck against
him and I climax uncontrollably, the movement of my stomach smearing sticky
come over the body of the man beneath me. In the throes of my ecstacy, the
thrusting member burning its way through my insides suddenly feels totally,
overwhelmingly, enormous and provokes shuddering waves of pleasure that
completely overtake me, shaking me to my very core.

Losing control, I feel on the verge of tears when a mighty push deep inside
me forces me to cry out with sheer abandoned pleasure(...OHHHH STEVE make me
have it...). I can feel his orgasm literally explode within me, his prick
shooting powerful jets of come into my tingling anus. Held rigidly in his
arms, his groin jammed right up between my trembling buttocks, I can do
nothing but wriggle helplessly against his chest and accept my lovers cock
as it delivers its load deep inside me, the warm fluid pulsing into me until
my bottom becomes wet and dripping against his thighs.

Imprisoned in those powerful arms, I take all he has to give, our two bodies
locked together in total, stretching, ecstacy. I am the girl, totally
opening myself up to my man, letting him sheath his urgent masculine need in
my willingly-offered centre and I accept this role lovingly and gratefully.
I feel totally fulfiled like this - able to truly be Jemima, the willing,
feminine recipient of such potent male sexuality.


+++++ Part 9  - Unquenchable Desires

Steve holds me tight until he is finished, then he relaxes back on the bed
with an audible groan. Totally spent, I lie on top of him, immersed in the
afterglow of both our orgasms. I love the casual intimacy of his hands
moving down my body, sliding under my taut suspender straps and idly
stroking my bare behind. I feel his fingers smearing stray blobs of wet into
my smooth skin and I feel like purring like a cat, excited at the thought of
his semen being rubbed into my buttocks (...a beauty treatment I want to
happen again and again...)

It makes me so happy to know that it is my body that has well and truly
satiated this man. Indeed, my insides are simply awash with his
newly-deposited sperm and I know that soon I will have to retire to the
bathroom, if only to preserve some of my feminine mystery for my
well-endowed lover...

I feel dangerously out of control: I had finally found myself what felt like
a real boyfriend, someone for whom I could dress up and play the subservient
female - sucking his prick and letting him fuck me good and proper. Just
like our first time together, there was nothing on earth that even came
close to the way that being taken by him made me feel.

I know that I could get deeper and deeper into this life as Jemima, a life
revolving around offering myself to appease this man's desires, letting him
take control and use me, sexually, as he saw fit. If I truly had been a
woman I would be appalled, but Jemima found this way of being so totally
intoxicating and fulfiling that there was simply no question of going back.

It seemed my life as Jemima was totally at the mercy of her desire to act
out her increasingly wanton fantasies...