American Blue (20 page)

It was nearly dark by the time we reached Austin, and since Jemima’s appointment was in the afternoon of the following day we decided to stay the night in a huge place at the very edge of the city. I was tired, hungry and not at all looking forward to the inevitable interview with Hudson the next day, but Jemima seemed to think of it all as a great adventure, and was chattering happily as she ate her steak.

She had slept part of the way, and wasn’t even tired, so I gave her a twenty-dollar note and left her to get her fix of the pinball machines while I retired to the Winnebago. I was asleep in minutes, and barely reacted when she slipped into bed beside me at some point later that night. She cuddled close, my bottom in her lap and her tiny breasts pressed to my back through her skinny top, but I was aware of her only for the comfort of being held in my sleep, until she began to kiss the back of my neck.

I was nearly asleep, my mind in that strange, fluid state halfway between consciousness and dreaming, too drowsy to do anything but react with a faint sigh. She grew bolder, one hand cupping a breast through my nightie and gently teasing my nipple. I was coming awake and took her hand away, gently but firmly, only to have her put it back more firmly still, and whisper in my ear.

‘Oh, come on, Penny, you licked me nicely for Tucker.’

She was right, and all my feelings were beginning to boil up inside me as she stroked and squeezed my breasts and her tongue flicked across the skin of my neck and one ear. I thought of how she’d made me wet myself, but there was no resentment, only a desperate need for submission to the girl who’d treated me so cruelly. She’d begun to ruck up my nightie, and I could only let her, sighing in bliss as my breasts came bare.

‘OK,’ I said with a sigh. ‘I’m yours, do anything you want.’

Her answer was a little purr, and she took hold of my nightie and whipped it up over my head and off. I rolled over and she swung a leg over my body, mounting me with her tiny bottom on my tummy and her hands on my breasts. Her bottom lifted, my knickers were tugged down and I was bare. She had no knickers anyway, and began to wriggle her bare bottom against my sex as she fondled me, giggling at how naughty she was being and sighing with pleasure.

There was still a spark of guilt in my head, but it was fading, and as she swung round to pull my panties further down I let my thighs spread wide in complete surrender. She moved up a little, her bottom on my chest as she peeled off her skinny top to go nude, and then in my face as her mouth found my sex. I licked, my tongue burrowing in among the smooth pink folds of her pussy, and higher, to the tight pink knot of her bumhole.

‘You dirty girl!’ she said, sighing. ‘Go on, do it, lick my bum.’

I obliged, burying my face between her tiny firm cheeks, with the thought that I had my tongue to my niece’s bottom hole running over and over in my head as I pleasured her. She was licking too, on my pussy, but her hands were on my bottom, holding my cheeks
wide
. I felt completely helpless, unable to stop myself even if I’d wanted to, as I lapped in her crease and burrowed with my tongue into the now slippery hole between her cheeks.

She began to tickle mine, giggling at the sudden tightening of my ring in reaction, and abruptly she sat up, queening me with her cheeks spread full in my face and her hands on her breasts, moaning in ecstasy and rubbing her bottom against my mouth as I licked it. I slipped an arm around her thigh, to find her pussy, touching the velvet-smooth, hairless skin, and between her lips. She gave a contented sigh as I began to masturbate her and stopped wriggling so that I could concentrate on getting my tongue as far up her bottom hole as it would go.

‘That’s lovely,’ she breathed. ‘Make me come, Penny, make me come while you lick my bottom. That is so nice …’

Her voice trailed off in a groan and I felt a shiver run through her flesh. I pressed my knuckle to her clit and rubbed harder. My face was pushed between her cheeks so that I couldn’t breathe, yet I was determined to give her the service she was demanding. She gasped, her bumhole began to pulse on my tongue and she was there, wiggling herself in my face and gasping out my name as she rode me through a long, tight orgasm that ended only when I was forced to pull away and gulp in some badly needed air.

‘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, leaving 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.’