by Penny Birch
‘Lovely,’ Jemima purred as she dismounted. ‘Now you. I want to see you come.’
I was already halfway there, laid back in the nude but for the panties stretched between my ankles, one hand on a breast and the other stroking the fur of my sex. Just enough light was coming in through a crack in the curtains for me to make out the contours of my own body, and of Jemima’s as she cuddled up beside me. She kissed me and our mouths opened together for a moment before she pulled back, her fingers now stroking the inside of my thighs, then the turn of my bottom cheeks.
My back arched in reaction and I spread myself out wider still, offering her my anus to touch if she wanted to. She got the hint immediately, giggling as she began to tickle the little hole. I was wet with juice running down from my pussy, and the top joint of her finger was soon inside me, then more as she pushed it firmly up, making me sigh and arch my back once more. Again she giggled, and pushed her thumb into my pussy, fingering me in both holes as I stroked myself in rising ecstasy.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ she asked, her voice little more than a whisper. ‘Hudson told me you love things up your bum, and licking girls there.’
I managed a nod, thinking of how her anus had felt against my tongue. She pulled herself a little closer, her fingers working faster in my twin holes as she went on.
‘I do. I like to put a finger in and feel the way I go tight when I come, the same with my pussy, only it’s ruder up my bum. Umm … you’re all slippery.’
I was getting close, and thinking of the humiliation of having my thighs spread and her fingers up me in both holes, but it wasn’t enough.
‘Be cruel to me,’ I begged, ‘Anything …’
She giggled and began to kiss and bite my breasts, still with her fingers working deep inside me. I was open enough for a cock, and I was wishing we had a man with us to sodomise me while she watched or sat in my face the way Melody had done while Buttman Bailey used me up my bum.
‘So slippery,’ she repeated, and she slid a second finger into my anus, spreading my hole to make me gasp and shiver.
‘I know,’ I told her, panting out my words in a deliberate effort to humiliate myself, ‘that’s because so many men have had their cocks up my bum, and other things too. I love my bumhole used … best of all after a spanking … to be spanked and fucked up my bottom, that’s best … Yes, like that, oh, Jemima!’
She stuck a third finger in, opening me wide and pulling closer still, so that her thighs were spread on my leg, her pussy warm and wet against me.
‘Tell me,’ she demanded. ‘Tell me what you do, you dirty slut.’
‘I like to be spanked and fucked up my bottom,’ I repeated, and a shame-filled moan escaped my lips as I started to come and gave in completely to my filthy fantasy. ‘I like to be spanked and fucked up my bottom, Jemima, and then made to suck on the man’s cock when it’s just been up my bum … oh God, put your fingers in my mouth, Jemmie, please. Make me taste myself … make me, oh God, why am I such a filthy, dirty little bitch? Why …’
My words dissolved into a gulping noise as Jemima thrust her hand into my mouth. She laughed at my filthy behaviour as I sucked on her dirty fingers, and that was the perfect reaction to bring my orgasm to a blinding, agonising peak, with my hand snatching hard at my aching cunt and my hips bucking up and down in uncontrolled ecstasy. She still had her thighs wrapped around my leg, holding me in place as I came, and rubbing herself too, so that even as I began to come down her own climax was beginning, and I had no choice but to let her bring herself off on my leg.
I held still, letting her do it, and cuddled her close as she finally subsided with a long, contented sigh. We were tangled together, sticky with fluid, and I knew I’d have to get up eventually, but Jemima didn’t seem to care, wriggling contentedly against my body and purring with pleasure. When she spoke her voice was a sigh.
‘That’s what they’re going to do tomorrow, teach me to enjoy my bumhole, properly, like you do.’
Twelve
JEMIMA’S REVELATION BROUGHT all my doubts back with a vengeance. The second shoot she was doing was for the same filthy old goat who ran Virgin Whores, and was called Butthole Beginners. I had already learnt from Jemima that this would involve stripping, then being put on a table naked with her bum stuck in the air while her anus was lubricated, fingered, opened up with a series of plugs and implements, and finally fucked.
The whole thing was hideously intrusive, but so close to my own fantasies of anal exploitation and humiliation that it was impossible not to think about it without a hard shudder passing through me. Even Jemima was nervous, for all her bravado and very real desire, and she was holding my hand as we walked from the Winnebago to the squat concrete studio where the shoot was to take place.
I was dreading having to explain myself to Hudson, but it was something I’d have to face sooner or later and Jemima clearly needed my support. She had called him and he was supposed to meet us there, fortunately without Tucker Vance. There was the matter of the wig as well, which I was determined she would wear. We’d already been to the shop, and after trying over a dozen had chosen a confection of ash-blonde curls that completely altered the lines of her face. Personally I felt it made her look like some sort of demented sex doll, but she seemed happy with it and, to judge by the expression on the face of the man who stepped out from the studio as we approached, the look certainly had the right effect on men.
The feeling was not reciprocal, except in that he spoke directly to my deepest humiliation fantasies, because I had never seen such an obvious dirty old man. He was probably in his sixties, maybe even older, tall but slightly stooped, with a shiny bald dome across which he had brushed the last few strands of his hair, which was milk-white. His face was heavily seamed, his eyes a watery blue and somewhat protruberant, his mouth wide and slack like a toad’s, so that as he looked Jemima up and down he gave an impression of idiot lechery.
‘Dan Fishbaugh?’ I asked.
‘Tell me you’re my virgin?’ he rasped at Jemima, ignoring me as he sucked up a thin trail of drool that had escaped over his lower lip.
‘Yes, that’s me,’ she said brightly. ‘Is my uncle here?’
A greyish tongue flicked out to moisten his lips before he replied, but at that moment Hudson himself stepped through the door. I immediately found myself looking at my shoes and wondering if he’d be genuinely angry or simply upend me and take his feelings out on my bottom.
‘Don’t give up easy, do you, Penny Birch?’ he asked.
It was not at all the reaction I’d been expecting, and I managed a weak smile in response.
‘Can’t say I blame you,’ he went on. ‘Maybe I’d have done the same if I were you, but I warn you, Tucker Vance is pissed with you, real pissed.’
‘He shouldn’t be such a pig about it,’ I managed, eager to defend myself. ‘He doesn’t need to expose the girls that way.’
‘It’s his thing,’ Hudson answered, ‘but you and I, let’s just put it down to experience, huh?’
I nodded, pathetically grateful for his understanding.
‘He’d like his memory cards back too,’ Hudson went on, ‘only I don’t suppose you kept them, did you?’
‘No,’ I lied.
He gave a low chuckle and planted a gentle pat on the seat of my jeans as he motioned me towards the door. While we’d been talking Dan Fishbaugh had been examining Jemima, walking round her to admire her body as if she were a piece of prime steak. She accepted his attention, giggling as he compared her bottom to a blueberry, of all things, and he repeated himself as he came back to the front.
‘… the cutest little blueberry I ever did see. Cute cameltoe too. Hell, am I going to enjoy you! Just the cutest little blueberry.’
She was admittedly in her jeans, the same extra-tight pair she’d been wearing when we left Blue Ridge, although we’d been shopping that morning.
‘Thank you, I think,’ Jemima responded, and followed Hudson and me inside, leav
ing Dan Fishbaugh to bring up the rear with his gooseberry eyes fixed firmly on her bottom.
He closed the door behind us and locked it, which was probably just as well, because otherwise anybody who’d walked in would have caught him and Jemima at it. We were in a large open room, with two further doors in one wall and two cubicles against the opposite one. One cubicle was set up as a feminine bedroom not unlike the one at Blue Ridge, the other as a sort of insane clinic, with a tiled floor, a plain white table and a large cupboard to one side, the shelves stocked with tub upon tub of anal lubricant and all sorts of devices for stretching girls’ bottom holes. There was even a bunch of bananas.
‘You two just make yourselves comfortable,’ Dan Fishbaugh offered, acknowledging me for the first time. ‘There’s beers in the icebox, or tequila if you fancy something a little harder. Now, Jemima, first I’m going to need a photo of you with your passport, on account of how I have to prove every girl I go with is old enough to take it legal, or they are going to lock me up for good.’
‘No problem,’ Jemima answered.
I had her passport in my bag, and passed it across. He took it, glanced inside and his face immediately fell.
‘Hell! You ain’t legal!’
‘Yes, I am,’ Jemima protested.
‘Not in this state,’ he answered. ‘Sure, you ain’t exactly jailbait, but nobody’s allowed to touch you if they’re more than two years your senior.’
‘Are you sure?’ Hudson asked.
‘You think I’d make it up?’ Fishbaugh retorted.
‘With that little popsy sitting there just waiting to have her cherry popped? Hell, no!’
‘It wasn’t a problem in North Carolina,’ Jemima pointed out.
‘That’s North Carolina,’ Fishbaugh answered. ‘Here in Texas the law says you ain’t legal, not for me.’
‘Maybe we could get somebody younger?’ Jemima suggested.
‘You think I’m paying to have somebody else pop you?’ Fishbaugh demanded.
‘I’ve got to do something!’ Jemima whined. ‘I didn’t get anything from Blue Ridge, and now this. It’s not fair!’
She looked as if she was about to burst into tears, a reaction I’d have expected from a girl who’d been told she was going to have her virginity taken and her bumhole used by a dirty old man, rather than from one who’d just escaped the same fate. Pouting, and with a tear growing in the corner of one eye and her lower lip trembling, she turned to Hudson.
‘Surely there’s something we could do?’ he asked.
‘Not with her, there ain’t,’ Fishbaugh said flatly.
‘We’ve come a long way to get here, and you did—,’ Hudson went on, but Fishbaugh cut him off.
‘She ain’t legal, not in Texas. Your wife, maybe, and I can sell on, but not her.’
Hudson responded with a thoughtful nod and Fishbaugh carried on with rising enthusiasm.
‘Say, but that would be good, if you don’t mind? There’s a guy who does vids of cuckolding, usually with some big black buck fucking a white guy’s wife, but he’ll go for an older guy, and she’ll do for Butthole Beginners and all, so long as she’s got a nice ass. Turn around, hon, let’s have a look-see.’
‘Me?’ I answered, although I’d already realised he thought I was Hudson’s wife and had been listening with mounting horror.
‘She’s got a great ass,’ Hudson responded, and Jemima nodded enthusiastically. ‘Show the gentleman, Penny.’
‘Yes, but …,’ I managed, unable to choose which of the thousand and one objections to his scheme to put forward first.
‘Don’t be shy, hon,’ Fishbaugh said with a smirk.
‘Come on, Penny,’ Jemima urged. ‘It’s only fair, after what you did at Blue Ridge.’
‘Yes, maybe, but …’
‘She’s right there,’ Hudson agreed.
‘And you won’t even be making a whore of yourself,’ Jemima pointed out, ‘not if I get the money.’
‘Yes, I will,’ I responded.
‘No, you won’t,’ Hudson said.
‘Yes, I will!’
‘Oh, no, you won’t,’ Jemima said, giggling. ‘Come on, Penny, please, just for me? Anyway, you love it up the bum. What about last night, maybe Mr Fishbaugh would—’
‘No!’ I squeaked, blushing scarlet at what she’d been about to say.
‘You’ve had it up the ass before, have you?’ Fishbaugh asked in disappointment.
‘Yes,’ I said quickly, blushing darker still, but far preferring to admit to my penchant for being sodomised than to submit to him, just so long as I could keep the filthy details to myself.
‘She on any vids or stuff like that?’ he asked, addressing Hudson.
‘No, nothing at all.’
‘Then she’ll be OK, so long as she’s nice and tight.’
‘She’s quite tight,’ Jemima put in and Fishbaugh’s eyebrows rose in surprise as he glanced to her, before looking back to me.
‘So your own niece knows how your asshole looks, and feels maybe? About time you dropped the act, don’t you think, little lady? Ain’t that so, sir?’
His last words were addressed to Hudson, who nodded gravely before replying.
‘Yes, it is. Come along, Penny.’
All three of them were looking at me. I could feel my will giving way, and all the reasons why I should do as I was told bubbling up in my brain. Hudson and Jemima were right, I was in debt to them, and yet what they were asking was far too much.
‘I can’t do it,’ I said. ‘I would, but I can’t, in case I’m recognised.’
‘These are pay sites,’ Hudson pointed out. ‘Nobody’s going to see you unless they’re a member, so you’re not going to mind, are you?’
‘There are plenty of hypocrites in this world,’ I pointed out, ‘and anyway, what about promotional material?’
‘You don’t have to be included in the promotional stuff,’ Fishbaugh offered. ‘You can put that in your release form.’
‘But still …’
‘Wear my wig,’ Jemima offered, lifting it from her head.
I took it, pouting, despite my best efforts to stop myself, as I put it on. As with her, it made me look as if I was out for sex, prettier in a tarty way, somehow more pliable and very different.
‘Wear that, and maybe some different clothes, and nobody’s going to recognise you,’ Hudson assured me.
‘I’ve got all sorts,’ Fishbaugh offered, ‘and of course you won’t be using your real name. Come on, hon, tell me you’re up for it.’
‘Do it, Penny,’ Jemima urged.
‘Do it,’ Hudson agreed. ‘Have fun with it.’
‘Oh, OK!’ I snapped. ‘But for goodness sake!’
‘I just need to check out your ass,’ Fishbaugh reminded me.
I’d already turned as I spoke, sticking out my bottom to make a ball in my jeans, and for once hoping that I’d be considered too plump behind to be of any use. Jemima giggled, Fishbaugh made a little sucking noise and then spoke.
‘Round as a melon, and about as juicy! I do love a girl with a tight waist and a nice big ass. She’ll do, all right, so long as she’s nice and tight.’
‘Pants down, Penny,’ Hudson ordered.
‘Knickers down too,’ Jemima pointed out unnecessarily, and there was a trace of cruelty in her voice once again.
I was biting my lip as my hands went to the button of my jeans, but there was nothing to done but comply. Fishbaugh ducked down behind me as I undid my zip, and I pushed down my jeans and knickers together to leave my bottom right in his face. I was sure he would spread my cheeks, so I did it myself, holding them wide as he inspected my bumhole from a distance of a few inches.
‘Well, I don’t know,’ he said after a moment. ‘You’re kind of pretty, but I can see you’ve had a dick or two inside—’
‘More like two hundred,’ Jemima interrupted.
‘– but maybe if I put a bit of lube on and a small plug in before we go for a close-up, you’
ll do. Yeah, you’ll do, only you need to get rid of all that hair. Most guys don’t like to see hair. And I see you’ve been using a paddle on her, Hudson, but that’s no bad thing. Guys like to know a husband keeps his wife well disciplined.’
I knew I was still carrying one or two bruises from my paddling at Blue Ridge, something else I’d been hoping might spare me my coming ordeal, but apparently not. He prodded one and laughed when I winced, then stood up straight. So did I, my face burning with embarrassment.
‘Let’s get this show on the road!’ Fishbaugh declared, smacking his hands together in anticipation of what he was about to do to me. ‘You can get ready in the bathroom. There’s razors, or cream, and an enema bulb on the top shelf. Make sure you flush yourself out good and proper. Nobody likes to see shit on a guy’s dick.’
I was left with that pearl of wisdom as he began to talk to Hudson. The bathroom was small and cramped, with a shower in one corner but no curtain or doors, a somewhat grubby sink, a loo with no seat, an ancient wooden stool by a large mirror, and a set of open shelves cluttered with equipment. I managed to find two razors, but one had a broken handle and the other looked as if it had been used to shave a chimpanzee. The depilating cream was going to have to do, and I began to undress, folding my clothes and putting them on the stool.
Then I realised that the room was going to get steamy, so I nipped out in the nude to place them somewhere dry, much to Dan Fishbaugh’s amusement. He sent me back in with a slap to my bum, clearly having decided that as he was to fuck me I was his to do with as he pleased.
It was hard to come to terms with what I was about to do, when even the cleaning process was deeply humiliating. In an effort to turn myself on, I forced myself to focus on the physical sensation of soaping myself down in the shower and to think of how it would feel to be used in my pussy and bottom on camera. All I managed to do was provoke mixed feelings in myself, and I was biting my lip as I stepped out of the shower.
