Film At Eleven

By Sue NH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the job is done, Nina and Bart both stand in front of the fire, and I scan the camera all over their perfectly shaved and smooth bodies. While I am occupied with this filming, they start caressing each other. Bart's hands wander and explore Nina's face, her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples. She raises her arms straight up, and he rubs into her underarms. She shows no sign of being ticklish, but her nipples start to become bigger.

Bart turns her body around, so that her back is towards him, and her front is facing me and the camera. As I record their foreplay, he starts to trace his fingertips around her skin, which is golden with the light of the flames. Using his fingernails, he draws invisible lines and circles under her neck and up to her face. Then his nails scratch lightly down onto her shoulders, and up her upreaching arms. He grasps her hands and pulls upwards, pulling her taller, making her delicate musculature stand out even more. Then he resumes tracing abstract designs onto her arms, and down into her armpits. I focus the camera on her face, and I am struck by her trance-like countenance. Her eyes stare straight ahead, hardly blinking, but I can see some tension etched into her facial muscles. Keeping still and avoiding the temptation of succumbing to the tickling is becoming difficult, but she is disciplined enough to stay in place as Bart's fingers drag down her sides, bumping over her ribs one by one.

Now he reaches around to continue his finger-painting on her flat tummy, poking into her navel. And then upwards onto the overhand of her projecting ribcage, and then up more, onto the upslopes of her volcanic breasts, which are pulled up and together by her arms-in-the-air position. Now the pressure of his fingertips is pressing harder, and I zoom in closer. His fingers leave pale tracks in her pinkish gold skin, but within seconds, the tracks disappear, like jet contrails in the sky.

Bart's fingers are drawing circles around her nipples, around and around. The circles are getting smaller, spiraling in on the obvious targets, the erect nubbins of her nipples. They are sticking out like pencil erasers, covered with tiny bumps. The tips of her nipples each have a small indentation. Now his fingers are centered on her nipples, and Bart finally stops his scratching, drawing motions, and he cups his palms under her breasts, with his thumb and first finger seizing the nipples. He begins to roll the ends, lightly at first, then harder. As he fondles her nipples, he also gently pulls them up and away from her chest, pulling her breasts into elongated cones. Then he uses his palms to pump at the fleshy base of her breasts.

When I briefly focus the camera back up to her face, I can see that she now has the tip of her tongue poling out between her tightly drawn lips, and her eyes are closed. Back to her breasts, and as Bart's hands release their grip, I notice that Nina's breath has become much more rapid, and her skin is covered with a sheen of perspiration. She is trying so hard to keep her composure, but the tickling and the breast massage are so arousing to her (and to me, for I can feel my the crotch of my leotard getting more moist, and my own nipples straining against the tight Lycra fabric).

The camera follows Bart's hands down over her tummy, and then over the front of her hips. When he reaches her thighs, he gently pulls outwards, encouraging her to spread her legs. This reveals shiny streaks of slick moisture running from her crotch down onto her inner thighs. While she has maintained tight control over her bodies' motions during Bart's finger-painting, her vaginal juices are not so easily disciplined. The sweet secretions have overflowed their warm vessel and seeped though the smoothly shaved tissues. I bring the camera close and refocus on the tracks, and I can now see a fresh droplet of this nectar, a clear, glossy bump reaching the end of a track. I follow it down as it is pulled by gravity, blazing a fresh trail down her silky skin. It acts like a tiny magnifying class, like dew drops on a fallen leaf in Autumn. God, this is erotic to watch so close-up. I've been known to make the crotch of my panties damp, but Nina's unrestrained flow is evidence of her heightened arousal. Just as some men exude more precome than others, so it is with women. And Nina is an extreme example! Her body is preparing itself for being invaded by Bart's one-man army. She will be welcoming rather than resisting this conquistador!

I've widened my camera view so that I am now seeing Nina's entire waist and upper legs. Bart has bent his knees enough to make up for the fact that her legs are spread wide apart. This puts his hips low enough so that he can grab his hard cock and guide it between her ass cheeks and through to the front. Between her thighs there suddenly appears the end of Bart's cock. The uncircumcised foreskin is pulled back and bunched up behind the ridge of the head. The upwards curvature brings it up so that it presses Nina's shaven cunt lips apart. They sort of wrap themselves around the shaft and loose foreskin, and it truly appears that his cock is part of her cunt. Only two or three inches of cock extend beyond her smooth mons.

Bart reaches around Nina again, and he resumes the finger tracing that he was doing before. This time, his canvas is the tight, shaven flesh around her cunt. He rubs and pulls the skin, gradually walking his fingers inwards and downwards onto her inner thighs, where he kind of squeegees her dripping cunt juices upwards, making a massage oil that he rubs into her outer cunt lips and his cock head. Everything is so reflective and glistening with this clear lubrication, and I can see a few drops of Bart's precome bubbling from his piss hole. He is using one of his hands to exert some upwards pull on the exposed part of his cock. The purpose of this maneuver is obvious. It applies pressure into the folds of Nina's cunt. In fact, it serves to press her clitoral hood forwards and into view, and it tries to impress itself into the firm flesh of his cock head. Her milky while clitoris peeks out from the hood to one side of his cock. She is being incredibly stimulated by the almost imperceptible back and forth motion of his cock. Her puffy labia, the opening to her vagina, and her clitoris are all being rubbed and squashed by the taut column of man-flesh lancing through her cunt.

Again I pull the camera back further so that I can now see their entire bodies. Nina's arms have finally relinquished their straight up position. But instead of falling forwards, She has let them bend backwards (yoga, again). Her hands have pulled Bart's head forwards onto one of her shoulders, and she is running her fingers though his full head of hair- the only hair on his body. He is rubbing his face into her blond tresses. They are both so totally absorbed into their inter-twined, interactive sculpture.

At this moment, Bart finally tires of his difficult bent- knee position, so he pulls his cock out from between her thighs and sit back onto the end of the ottoman. Leaning back a little, he rests his weight onto his hands on the couch behind him. Nina slides her feet backwards so that she is straddling the couch, facing away from Bart, her ass pressing into his upper chest. She is facing toward me and the camera, but she shows no interest in what I am doing. She reaches behind her back and grabs Bart's wet cock. It is so hard and erect (and slippery) that it requires some effort to pull it away from his stomach. But when she gets it directed upwards and slightly forwards, she bends her knees a little. This slowly lowers her cunt down toward the helmet shaped end of his cock. As she drops down, I shuffle my knees forwards so that I get closer and closer, positioning myself right between Bart's knees. Eventually, I discover that I can't get any closer without losing my ability to focus the camera. But I am close enough. Completely filling the rectangular image in the viewfinder is the head of Bart's cock, and the tubular ridges of Nina's labia. The little purple flaps of her inner lips are spread like the wings of a dove over just the piss hole of his cock. They are a little thicker and darker than they were when I was looking at them during Nina's shaving. At the top of the viewfinder is the white marble shape of Nina's distended clitoris. As I watch this incredible tableau, I can see more clear fluids seeping around the edge of her open lips and down onto his cock. This is a combination of each of their juices, a cocktail of love, a potion of carnal desire.

The purple wings of her inner labia start to spread further apart, and I see the wet surface of his cock head slowly disappear into the hidden recess of her vagina. Something about it makes it appear that her cunt is actually sucking Bart's cock into her. When her lips reach the edge of his crown, they actually pop over the edge and squeeze down onto the shaft. Bart's bunched foreskin is pushed downwards by the pursed inner labia. I realize that Nina's cunt is incredibly tight, despite her wide open stance and her lubricated canal. As hard as Bart's cock has become, she is still squeezing its circumference like a boa constrictor.

She continues to drop her hips, swallowing his long cock millimeter by millimeter. Eventually, the ring of foreskin is consumed by her patient yet voracious cunt. The raised tube on the underside of his cock protrudes and divides her purple labia. And the veins on his cock are raised and blue from the clamping pressure of her vagina. I keep the camera focused tight to the creeping juncture that joins the two of them. Still she continues downward, and now her dark inner lips are drawn inwards and up into her cunt, pulled in along with his cock.

Eventually, she reaches the bottom of his pole. Her ass cheeks are pressed tight onto his hips. Neither of them moves. How can they resist the temptation to start pistoning his cock into her cunt? As I observe her stretched vaginal opening, I can see some pulsing in the tight flesh. She is contracting and softening her vaginal muscles in a rhythmic pattern, massaging Bart's cock in the hot wet vise. This scenario is more than I can stand, and so I can no longer be a passive bystander.

I am holding the camera mainly in my right hand, and I steady myself by resting that elbow on Bart's left knee. I let my rear end drop down so that I can support some of my weight on my heels. One heel slips between my cheeks and insinuates itself into the folds of my own cunt. I hadn't realized how aroused I had become, but my heel squishes into a swamp of hot dampness, and prods at my clitoris. I want to make a physical connection with these beautiful sexual animals, so my left hand lets go of the camera and reaches forwards, riding along the sweaty surface of Bart's right thigh. My hand is drawn like a moth to a flame, the heat of their commingled crotches.

In the viewfinder, I finally see the tips of my fingers, the red-painted nails in sharp contrast to the pink and white tinged with gold. It is somehow as if my fingers and my impulses are completely divorced from the part of me that is watching through the camera. And as I watch those foreign fingers, they massage Nina's bulging smooth outer labia. I pinch and pull at the full flesh. I let my thumb drop down and ring around the incredible thickness of base of Bart's cock. My fingers reach under his balls and juggle them. I can feel the pulsations that emanate from deep inside Nina's vagina. Now I realize that Bart is contributing to the throbbing in Nina's cunt. He is tensing up his cock, contracting his cock muscles in the same tempo as Nina's contractions.

Without planning it, my fingers figure out exactly how to become part of Bart and Nina's interaction. My middle finger slides up the valley between his two balls, and my fingertip presses hard into the resilient tube under his cock, becoming a part of his cock. Sliding further up his cock, my finger enters right into Nina's vagina. At first, it seems like there wouldn't be enough room for me, but Nina's flesh loosened its grip just enough, and she encourages me to push it in all the way. When I do, two of my other fingers slide up on the outside of her skin, and end up straddling her clitoris. I squeeze them in towards each other, and they pinch in onto the hard nub of her clitoris. The length of my middle finger is rubbing into the sensitive underside of Bart's cock, and the fingertip is tickling right at the edge of the crown, all encased in the throbbing grasp of Nina's cunt. The knuckles of this finger bump and grate against her G spot. All the while, my own heel is pressed hard into my own cunt, and I have subconsciously started to rock back and forth, massaging my own clitoris with the blunt probe. The crotch of my leotard is impressed deep into my crack.

Nina and Bart remain motionless, except for their contractions within her cunt. My left hand pushes in and out, riding the arrow of Bart's cock. My fingertips flick and diddle Nina's clitoris. My palms brush the smooth flesh of Bart's balls. This isn't going to take long, I was sure. I know that I am getting close to my orgasm, and Nina's whole body starts to shiver and jerk in minute vibrations. Bart's balls begin to lift and churn in their sack. More and more juices are squeezed out from the hairline seam around the rim of Nina's cunt, flooding my fingers and palm with aromatic sticky fluid.

We are perfectly synchronized. Nina and Bart both start to moan and sigh, and Nina hunches her hips back and down, her tummy jutting forwards so that she can exert even more pressure onto her G spot from my knuckles. This in turn presses my finger even harder into Bart's cock. Finally, Nina unfreezes and rises up and down three times in rapid succession. Three times, Bart's magnificent cock appears and disappears. In the viewfinder, things are becoming hard to comprehend, I abandon my attempts to watch through the lens. But I keep the camera frozen in position as I let my own orgasm rise up from my cunt and envelop my whole body. I feel like my heel is doing do squash my clitoris so flat that it will never recover, but I continue to press down hard and rock back and forth.

Bart's balls pull up tight against the base of his cock, and I can feel the pulses inside his balls, as they pump out his load of semen. Nina rises up one more time, and she now maintains her position. Bart's cock head is now nestled into the purple inner labia, which are quivering along with the rest of her body. The first jet of Bart's cream sprays upwards with such force that it separates those inner lips, and exposes the gaping entrance of Nina's vagina. He hoses spurt after spurt into the churning cavern, and the pearly white semen hangs in stringy stalactites from the pink and purple flesh of Nina's cunt. As my fingers wrap around his cock and pump out more and more streams, gooey ropes of the stuff rain down onto my hand. Nina has brought one of her hands around so that she can take up the stimulation of her clitoris, and she too is going over the top, engulfed in wave after wave of her orgasm. An incredible amount of clear fluid starts to drip out of her vagina, intermingling with the white semen to form swirling streaks. We have all been so intent on our physical sensations that it comes as a surprise to me to discover that we are all making plenty of sound as well. Nina is making an intense, high pitched humming sound, and Bart is grunting in rhythm with his continuing ejaculations. I am chanting hoarsely, saying "yes....yes.......YYYEEESSSS."

This is amazing. We are so involved, so intertwined, so absorbed by the waves of our simultaneous orgasms. Fragrant liquids, animalistic sounds bind us together in this moment in time...

And it is all recorded for posterity. I hope that they will let me have a copy of this videotape. I want to relive and enjoy this moment again and again.