The tape didn't end when I left the boys, instead it continued filming. Tony and Jimmy looked really happy. They high-fived each other and Jimmy made a gesture that I had seen around school all too frequently in reference to the more popular girls.
Jimmy pointed his fuck finger and jabbed at his other hand. Those fingers formed a circle; which was the universal sign for fucking. Both boys found that hilarious and high-fived each other again as they stood up. They had planned on fucking me today. The film stopped.
"Notice anything this time, Andi?"
Livid, I spun around and faced Mr. Jacoby. "They were planning on fucking me today!"
"It appears so."
"That is NOT going to happen!"
"Did you notice anything else?"
"No Mr. Jacoby, I didn't."
Mr. Jacoby seemed frustrated with my lack of perception.
"What did they do for you?"
I had to think. "They fondled my boobs and played with my nipples, sir."
"It looked more like Jimmy mauled your breasts to me."
"Oh that. I like my boobs pulled and tugged on."
"Good to know Andi, but what was missing?"
"Besides fucking?"
"Besides fucking."
I tried to think what he hadn't seen. I had cum myself while sucking on Tony both times that first day. I had cum countless times with both boys the next day.
"I give up Mr. Jacoby, what was missing?"
"Neither of the boys returned the favor for you, Andi."
Mr. Jacoby seemed genuinely concerned that I had been slighted.
"Oh that! I didn't expect them to do any cunninglingus; all the popular girls at school said most boys hate muff-diving. In fact, asking a boyfriend that has become boring to go down on you is the easiest excuse to break-up with him."
"Haven't any boys or girls done that for you?" He refilled our drinks.
"No sir, never. But it is okay because I can get myself off real easy." I ignored the part about girls; that was just too weird. I was convinced that men had all the good parts that a real woman could enjoy.
"A good man will always pleasure you before you pleasure him."
"Really?"
"Really. Let me show you. Bring your drink."
He walked around the counter and motioned me to follow him. He was too quick for me to get a full frontal look at him; however, I did get to see his balls, the back of his cock hanging down between his legs, and the peach fuzz all over his butt as he sprinted up the stairs and into a room at the top.
When I reached the doorway I saw a very masculine master bedroom with a bath off to the side. I also saw Mr. Jacoby's manhood. It was larger than Tony's, thicker and longer, even though it was not hard or standing out. What would it look like hard? What would it feel like? What would it taste like?
My mouth was watering, I had to have him -- NOW!
Mr. Jacoby ignored my visual concentration on the appendage hanging from his pelvis. He made it seem like it was perfectly normal for him to be standing there completely nude. I sensed he was posing for me. He told me to sit on the side of the bed facing his leather chair and spread my legs open. He told me to entertain myself for a few moments.
He left the room and soon returned with a video camera on a high tripod and placed it inches above my knees, just off to the side and turned it on. Even though I was super wet from strutting my stuff downstairs and watching the extortion videos my fingers weren't doing much for me before he returned.
I had mixed emotions, I didn't want more tapes of me, but I was curious as to what my cunny looked like up close. I now thought of my kitty as my cunny; I wasn't quite ready to call it a cunt.
Seeing Mr. Jacoby kissing and licking me would be so cool! Sure I had used a hand mirror to study myself, yet I had never seen myself like I would be able to on a tape, if Mr. Jacoby let me see it. I had to ask.
"Will you let me see this tape?"
"Of course -- this is all part of your training."
Training? What all would that entail? If training meant he was going to teach me more about sex I was all for it. That he wanted to pleasure me was an extra unexpected reward.
"Stay right there on the side of the bed, Andi. Prop yourself up on your hands so you can watch what I do for you."
I was surprised I heard his direction as I was once more staring at his wondrous endowment before me.
He pulled my butt forward to the edge of the mattress as he fell to his knees between my legs making me snap back to reality. I had expected that he would want me to suck him first; instead he was preparing to kiss, lick and suckle me down there. Was he really going to do it?
As if he had read my thoughts, he started licking my puffy lips. His tongue parted my pubic hair like an expert. He gave my cunny an attention it had never received before. It felt so strange. I had never ever even considered having someone pleasure me in this manner. Had I read about it?
I tried to remember and was sure I had, at least girls doing it to girls, but my own interest in sucking penises must have overshadowed my taking this wonderful act seriously.
His lips were soft, his tongue insistent and the stubs on his freshly shaven cheeks tickle my thighs as he rolled his face around. His warm wet saliva coated my lips as they expanded and opened to encourage his mouth to do its magic on my inner self.
I could feel my clitoris reaching out to him. He planted his thumbs on each side of my tender pink inside flesh and spread the threshold of my vagina fully open. His tongue traced the stretched rim of my womanhood and I gasp at the unanticipated pleasure he was giving me.
Mr. Jacoby was a master craftsman; he seemed in no hurry at all as his tongue, lips and teeth explored every exposed part of my responsive flesh. I was giddy with electric sparks shooting all over my body. I was simply delirious with all the new erotic sensations.
He began to concentrate on one part of me at a time. His tongue flitted over my nub and just as that service started me on the way to an explosive orgasm he would move to another part of me. He was deliberately delaying my reaching a peak of satisfaction.
He was teasing me; making me wiggle and squirm and be so conflicted because I wanted to cum, yet I didn't want his marvelous service to end. When he stabbed his tongue into my sacred channel the sensations were less exciting, but the very thought that he was tongue-fucking me blew my mind.
When he got me so close to exploding, he purposely lifted his face, smiled at me and then lingered away from me as he kissed and licked each of my thighs in turn. He would trail his tongue right up to the edge of my swollen lips and then return to my thighs.
I was shocked when he deliberately chomped down on my left thigh with his teeth. That assault brought my emotional and physical high to skidding halt. I knew I would have a bruise and a teeth tattoo tomorrow.
Shaken by the pain to the awareness of my surrounds and what I was submitting to, Mr. Jacoby returned to being a passionate oral lover. He played me like an instrument; up, up, higher and higher. When he settled his lips on my right thigh I knew a second sharp bite was coming and I welcomed it. Was I some kind of pain freak?
Back to reality I heard a loud muffler backfire just outside the window. Mr. Jacoby heard it too.
"FUCK!" my lover groaned as he jumped to his feet and rushed into his bath. I watched as he washed away our combined juices off his face while muttering to himself.
"Stay here and keep the door closed. Take a nap or something. Don't make yourself cum!"
Mr. Jacoby slipped on a pair of shorts and left the room as the buzzer from the front door rang.
I was so frustrated! My skin was coated with perspiration, my swollen nether lips were soaked, and I felt a chill and crawled up to the pillows, choosing to lay on the one still indented from Mr. Jacoby's head this morning. I could smell his masculine scent on the linen. I kissed the pillow.
Rolling over onto my back I pulled the sheet up over me and looked up at the ceiling. There were tiny silver flecks in the stucco sparkling from the sun shining through the swaying curtains. The sparkles danced all over the ceiling.
I could hear the voices of Mr. Jacoby, Tony and Jimmy outside. I could have gone to the window to see what they were up to, but I was too comfortable just daydreaming in Mr. Jacoby's bed. I didn't want to replay the day so far as I just wanted it to continue.
Voices came from the foot of the stairs and I heard complaints and directions exchanged between Tony and Mr. Jacoby. Heavy footsteps coming up the stairs made me think that perhaps Mr. Jacoby was bringing the boys up to join us. He wouldn't do that would he? I didn't want to see either of the boys again. I was relieved when I heard the labored footsteps pass the door of my sanctuary traveling further down the hall.
Minutes later I heard Tony mumbling just outside the door that the drywall sheets were heavy as they raced back down the stairs. After Mr. Jacoby yelled out for the boys to walk -- not run in the house, he startled me when he peeked through the door and told me that he would be tied up with the "little shitheads" for at least another twenty minutes before he followed the boys back outside. I thought "shitheads" was an apt description of the boys that had planned on raping me today.
A whole twenty minutes? I groaned in frustration and drew the sheet up over my head. A wave of embarrassment came over me as I stared down at my womanly tits. Tits? Mr. Jacoby called them tits; his tits, so I guessed they were tits not titties from now on. I knew what I was doing would be considered wrong by my parents and everyone in the entire world.
I shouldn't be in Mr. Jacoby's bed and I wouldn't have been here if I hadn't let Tony have his way with me in a place where prying eyes could observe us. I had felt that we were being watched on that very first day, but I chose to return on the second day -- and the third.
Revisiting today could be considered a disaster, but somehow I felt like celebrating. Mr. Jacoby held the threat of further exposure over me and he was very demanding but all that had to be weighed against the fact that my sex education was accelerating at high speed.
After many, many trips of the boys plodding past the door I finally heard an engine roar and the muffler complain as it was back in service.
When Mr. Jacoby entered the room and left the door open I was thrilled to see my captor and savior once again.
"Where were we? I need a shower. Care to join me?"
