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.