ok, so it was extravagant. i started the project at my home on
buttermilk lane in early june. it was finished last week. i didn't need
a garage, never liked them, harlen and myself drew up the plans. the
floor was done in oak hardwood. the walls were mirrored halfway up all
around the room. the ceiling was also mirrored, strongly reinforced. the
remaining portions of the walls were panelled in dark teak. web cams
were strategically placed everywhere, and a nineteen inch computer
monitor sat in the dresser, another on a cedar chest at the foot of the
bed. tasteful bedside tables sat on either side of the king size water
bed. there were two windows, opened only by remote control, otherwise,
they didn't even distort the mirrors. the room was heated and cooled by
central conditioners, set at 72 degrees. a ceiling fan hung over the
bed, controlled by remote also, it did distort the images when it was
on.
i lay on the bed watching myself in pink shorts and a midriff
friendly pink top that showed off well the butterfly pierced into my
belly button. i wore no shoes or socks, no b and a half bra, that
killed me. my hair had grown shoulder length, was practically blonde
from highlighting, and i thought i looked rather delicious in the
mirrors. i wiggled my toes, i could see them in the overhead mirror,
my toe ring glistened. i grabbed the remote, and turned the fan on
medium. i could still see, but there was more distortion than i
wanted. i was experimenting. i turned on the remote to the computer,
to the web cams. god, carlee in stereo, and not bad, not bad at all. i
pushed a button on the remote that said "capture." my
understanding of this system was that this would generate an avi at a
hundred frames every five seconds. i was experimenting.
i lifted my top a little and massaged my breasts. i enjoyed this
after a long period of time when they ached so damn bad everything
hurt them. my nipples hardened and i made some sexy faces like i was
about to have an orgasm. then i pulled my shorts down. too much fur;
harlen liked me furry down there, but got choked a few times on the
hair. he told me that his sister could trim me a la mode, but she was
back east, her first year in college. i had not met emerson, but had
seen her picture, she was as pretty as harlen. he expected her around
the first of july. i rubbed my clit, then moved a couple of fingers in
and out, really for the cameras. my clit was quite large, larger than
others i had seen, and although i enjoyed masturbation, i wasn't
really good at it, i mean, it was only a reasonable substitute. i did
this for a while, and just couldn't wait to see what the computer
captured. i bucked and shook, and made animal like sounds, and ended
with: "oh my god!"
i went to the dresser and keyed in replay on the remote. nothing. i
pulled my shorts up before i tripped on them and consulted the users
guide. ah, avi creator. the computer hummed, then sang a different
song. a hundred and seventy five megabytes of carlee, doing her thing.
the playback wasn't sterling but alright. i though it was sexy, the
sound was really good. the lights, i thought, they would have to be
adjusted for everything to work right. there were eighteen mounted in
the mirrored ceiling, recessed. the worked on remote, from off to sun
light. i messed with them, i really needed a subject, preferably male,
with a hard dick. i pushed a button on another remote, and the mirrors
covering the windows retracted. neat, you couldn't even see an outline
of them from the inside. there was harlen, in swim trunks.
"what'cha doing?" he said.
"playing, want to join me?"
"sure, anytime," he said. "carlee, this is
fantastic, all these mirrors."
"i need a model, harlen."
"i thought you wanted to go fishing."
"i do baby, but help me out a little." i showed him the
avi.
"ooh, i like that," he said, as he adjusted his trunks.
"it's not perfect though."
"i think it is," he answered.
"you get on the bed harlen, let me work my magic." harlen
jumped on the bed. "in the center please," i said. i turned
on the cameras, adjusted the lights. yes! that was it, the lights, 45
instead of 60, he looked perfect. "raise you right leg," i
told him. and he did. "now, take your trunks off." my god,
what a body. harlen was as hard as a rock, his foreskin covered most
of the head of his dick, how i wanted to hold him. but, i had work to
do, experimental work. capture. "now, put your hand around it and
pull the skin back."
"do i have to carlee?"
"yes, harlen, i'm working."
"i'd rather you do it."
"please harlen, just do as i say."
"yes, master," he replied, pulling the foreskin back,
revealing a magnificent purple head.
"great, great," i said. i adjusted the contrast on the
monitor. "perfect! now turn over." tight, beautiful, every
muscle in his body vibrated and it all showed up on the monitor. i
turned on the second camera, which was located near the foot of the
bed. i walked over and adjusted it slightly.
"can i turn over now?" harlen asked.
"sure babe, i'd like that," i replied. i looked at the
monitor. "wow, quite a change, what were you doing to my
mattress?"
"pretending it was you." i smiled. for a high school boy,
harlen was ok. he appreciated everything i gave him, kisses, sex, boat
rides and money. harlen was hired by my father and his friend to mind
this place. he mowed once a week, took care of the boat and other
things around the house, including me. i wrote him a check for two
hundred dollars each week, and some weeks, he was underpaid.
"listen, i brought the dough balls, carlee."
"i know, i'm ravishing them right now." harlen laughed.
"for the carp." i jumped up in the bed with him.
"can you pretend that i'm a carp for a while lover?" i
tickled his ribs. harlen was ticklish, i loved his laugh, and his
smile. i stopped, held him, kissed his nipples. "slurp slurp."
i said, then proceeded lower and lower. harlen wasn't laughing
anymore. i held his hard dick with my right hand and his balls with
the other. as i lifted his balls, my nose flicked his hard on.
"god, angel, how come you make me so hard?"
"i thought it was always hard, harlen." and i licked it. "how
can you pee through this opening harlen, i can't even get my tongue in
it."
"would you if you could, carlee?"
"sure i would," i answered.
"i know a guy who said his girl licked him there until he
came," harlen said.
"how many hours did that take?" i asked, as i took him
into my mouth.
"god! i didn't asked," he said. "ooooh, that feels
good." i pursed my lips around his foreskin and pulled it back,
then forward. this was different, would probably take as long as the
tongue job he had described though. i wasn't sure though, harlen's leg
muscles were as hard as his dick, and his balls were shrinking. i
opened my eyes in hopes of visualizing the monitor, but all i saw was
hair. i licked the shaft vigorously as i sucked him. he was bucking
and groaning. i stopped.
"you want me to finish you that way, harlen?" i got up
and kissed him on the lips.
"do you want to honey?"
"well, kind of, i haven't done that in a while." harlen
was jacking off, i knew he wanted me to do him. i kissed him again,
and he felt my butt.
"undress baby," he said.
"now are you going to last long enough for me to cum, or will
this be wham, bam, thank you ma'me?"
"you started this, carlee, i merely came to fish with you."
i smiled.
"i love you harlen, in my fashion," i said, as i pulled
my shorts off.
"let's do 69," he said.
"ok, if you want," i answered. he couldn't get his tongue
in mine either, but god he tried. he became even wetter in my mouth, i
took it out as he was trying to violate my urethra. this strand of his
precum extended from my tongue to the head of his dick, i liked that.
i put it back in, fantasized about the full impact. harlen put his
finger between the cheeks of my ass, and touched me so gently. an
older girl had done this to me when i was very young, it caused my
first orgasm. harlen was bringing me closer. harlen was tasting
saltier and saltier.
"up higher baby!" i said, as i held harlen in my hand. oh
god. i thought; i tightened up, my toes curled, and i sucked him
harder and harder, i could feel it growing. beads of sweat popped out
all over my body. i was cumming, and so was he. spurt after spurt, hot
and salty. my god in heaven, this was perfect. My body shuttered. we
lay in bed, afterwards, holding hands, side by side.
"emerson called me today, carlee. she'll probably be home
tomorrow."
"great, i want to meet her."
"she won't believe you, baby."
"oh, come on harlen, i'm not that unbelievable."
"you are fantastic, carlee," he said, as he touched my
lips with his fingers.
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