American Blue (21 page)

‘Maybe we could get somebody younger?’ Jemima suggested.

‘You think I’m paying to have somebody else pop you?’ Fishbaugh demanded.

‘I’ve got to do something!’ Jemima whined. ‘I didn’t get anything from Blue Ridge, and now this. It’s not fair!’

She looked as if she was about to burst into tears, a reaction I’d have expected from a girl who’d been told she was going to have her virginity taken and her bumhole used by a dirty old man, rather than from one who’d just escaped the same fate. Pouting, and
with
a tear growing in the corner of one eye and her lower lip trembling, she turned to Hudson.

‘Surely there’s something we could do?’ he asked.

‘Not with her, there ain’t,’ Fishbaugh said flatly.

‘We’ve come a long way to get here, and you did—,’ Hudson went on, but Fishbaugh cut him off.

‘She ain’t legal, not in Texas. Your wife, maybe, and I can sell on, but not her.’

Hudson responded with a thoughtful nod and Fishbaugh carried on with rising enthusiasm.

‘Say, but that would be good, if you don’t mind? There’s a guy who does vids of cuckolding, usually with some big black buck fucking a white guy’s wife, but he’ll go for an older guy, and she’ll do for Butthole Beginners and all, so long as she’s got a nice ass. Turn around, hon, let’s have a look-see.’

‘Me?’ I answered, although I’d already realised he thought I was Hudson’s wife and had been listening with mounting horror.

‘She’s got a great ass,’ Hudson responded, and Jemima nodded enthusiastically. ‘Show the gentleman, Penny.’

‘Yes, but …,’ I managed, unable to choose which of the thousand and one objections to his scheme to put forward first.

‘Don’t be shy, hon,’ Fishbaugh said with a smirk.

‘Come on, Penny,’ Jemima urged. ‘It’s only fair, after what you did at Blue Ridge.’

‘Yes, maybe, but …’

‘She’s right there,’ Hudson agreed.

‘And you won’t even be making a whore of yourself,’ Jemima pointed out, ‘not if I get the money.’

‘Yes, I will,’ I responded.

‘No, you won’t,’ Hudson said.

‘Yes, I will!’

‘Oh, no, you won’t,’ Jemima said, giggling. ‘Come on, Penny, please, just for me? Anyway, you love it up
the
bum. What about last night, maybe Mr Fishbaugh would—’

‘No!’ I squeaked, blushing scarlet at what she’d been about to say.

‘You’ve had it up the ass before, have you?’ Fishbaugh asked in disappointment.

‘Yes,’ I said quickly, blushing darker still, but far preferring to admit to my penchant for being sodomised than to submit to him, just so long as I could keep the filthy details to myself.

‘She on any vids or stuff like that?’ he asked, addressing Hudson.

‘No, nothing at all.’

‘Then she’ll be OK, so long as she’s nice and tight.’

‘She’s quite tight,’ Jemima put in and Fishbaugh’s eyebrows rose in surprise as he glanced to her, before looking back to me.

‘So your own niece knows how your asshole looks, and feels maybe? About time you dropped the act, don’t you think, little lady? Ain’t that so, sir?’

His last words were addressed to Hudson, who nodded gravely before replying.

‘Yes, it is. Come along, Penny.’

All three of them were looking at me. I could feel my will giving way, and all the reasons why I should do as I was told bubbling up in my brain. Hudson and Jemima were right, I was in debt to them, and yet what they were asking was far too much.

‘I can’t do it,’ I said. ‘I would, but I can’t, in case I’m recognised.’

‘These are pay sites,’ Hudson pointed out. ‘Nobody’s going to see you unless they’re a member, so you’re not going to mind, are you?’

‘There are plenty of hypocrites in this world,’ I pointed out, ‘and anyway, what about promotional material?’

‘You don’t have to be included in the promotional stuff,’ Fishbaugh offered. ‘You can put that in your release form.’

‘But still …’

‘Wear my wig,’ Jemima offered, lifting it from her head.

I took it, pouting, despite my best efforts to stop myself, as I put it on. As with her, it made me look as if I was out for sex, prettier in a tarty way, somehow more pliable and very different.

‘Wear that, and maybe some different clothes, and nobody’s going to recognise you,’ Hudson assured me.

‘I’ve got all sorts,’ Fishbaugh offered, ‘and of course you won’t be using your real name. Come on, hon, tell me you’re up for it.’

‘Do it, Penny,’ Jemima urged.

‘Do it,’ Hudson agreed. ‘Have fun with it.’

‘Oh, OK!’ I snapped. ‘But for goodness sake!’

‘I just need to check out your ass,’ Fishbaugh reminded me.

I’d already turned as I spoke, sticking out my bottom to make a ball in my jeans, and for once hoping that I’d be considered too plump behind to be of any use. Jemima giggled, Fishbaugh made a little sucking noise and then spoke.

‘Round as a melon, and about as juicy! I do love a girl with a tight waist and a nice big ass. She’ll do, all right, so long as she’s nice and tight.’

‘Pants down, Penny,’ Hudson ordered.

‘Knickers down too,’ Jemima pointed out unnecessarily, and there was a trace of cruelty in her voice once again.

I was biting my lip as my hands went to the button of my jeans, but there was nothing to done but comply. Fishbaugh ducked down behind me as I undid my zip, and I pushed down my jeans and knickers
together
to leave my bottom right in his face. I was sure he would spread my cheeks, so I did it myself, holding them wide as he inspected my bumhole from a distance of a few inches.

‘Well, I don’t know,’ he said after a moment. ‘You’re kind of pretty, but I can see you’ve had a dick or two inside—’

‘More like two hundred,’ Jemima interrupted.

‘– but maybe if I put a bit of lube on and a small plug in before we go for a close-up, you’ll do. Yeah, you’ll do, only you need to get rid of all that hair. Most guys don’t like to see hair. And I see you’ve been using a paddle on her, Hudson, but that’s no bad thing. Guys like to know a husband keeps his wife well disciplined.’

I knew I was still carrying one or two bruises from my paddling at Blue Ridge, something else I’d been hoping might spare me my coming ordeal, but apparently not. He prodded one and laughed when I winced, then stood up straight. So did I, my face burning with embarrassment.

‘Let’s get this show on the road!’ Fishbaugh declared, smacking his hands together in anticipation of what he was about to do to me. ‘You can get ready in the bathroom. There’s razors, or cream, and an enema bulb on the top shelf. Make sure you flush yourself out good and proper. Nobody likes to see shit on a guy’s dick.’

I was left with that pearl of wisdom as he began to talk to Hudson. The bathroom was small and cramped, with a shower in one corner but no curtain or doors, a somewhat grubby sink, a loo with no seat, an ancient wooden stool by a large mirror, and a set of open shelves cluttered with equipment. I managed to find two razors, but one had a broken handle and the other looked as if it had been used to shave a
chimpanzee
. The depilating cream was going to have to do, and I began to undress, folding my clothes and putting them on the stool.

Then I realised that the room was going to get steamy, so I nipped out in the nude to place them somewhere dry, much to Dan Fishbaugh’s amusement. He sent me back in with a slap to my bum, clearly having decided that as he was to fuck me I was his to do with as he pleased.

It was hard to come to terms with what I was about to do, when even the cleaning process was deeply humiliating. In an effort to turn myself on, I forced myself to focus on the physical sensation of soaping myself down in the shower and to think of how it would feel to be used in my pussy and bottom on camera. All I managed to do was provoke mixed feelings in myself, and I was biting my lip as I stepped out of the shower.

The depilating cream was slimy and smelt unpleasant, but I forced myself to slap it on to my pussy and between my cheeks, making sure I got a good coating around my anus. It soon began to sting, badly enough to quicken my breathing and leave me wriggling my toes as I waited for it to take effect. I creamed my cheeks too, hoping to mimic the warmth of a spanking, but I was burning anyway and it wasn’t really necessary. The instructions said to wait half an hour, so I poked my head out of the door to tell them what was going on.

‘You ready, hon?’ Fishbaugh asked.

‘No,’ I told him. ‘This cream takes ages to work properly.’

He nodded, apparently satisfied, and I closed the door, wondering what to do with myself while the cream took effect. I couldn’t give myself my enema or I’d wash off the cream around my bumhole and have
to
start all over again. I couldn’t even sit down, with my cheeks all creamy, while the heat in my sex was making me want to touch it. The best thing, I decided, was to tease myself, hopefully making it easier to cope with my fucking.

I began to rub the cream in again, only to find that my pubic hair had already begun to come loose, pulling away in little tufts and clumps. It felt odd, but quite nice, and I squatted down over the loo as I began to denude my pussy, pulling out the hair and dropping it into the bowl. I could feel myself getting juicy as I did it, and the smarting sensation in my skin was growing ever stronger.

Seating myself on the loo with my cheeks well spread, I began to explore my anus, first touching the little bare hole in the middle as I thought of how I’d feel with old Fishbaugh’s cock straining my ring, then the hairy bit between my cheeks. The slimy sensation of the cream now felt nice, and pleasantly rude, especially when my hair began to come away under my fingers. I scratched, pulling the hairs out under my nails and shivering at the sensation.

Lying back against the cistern, I spread my thighs and continued to rub myself and pull at my hair. I was hot all over, and keen to make the sensations stronger, so I began to wipe the slippery mess of cream and hair up over my tummy and breasts, to make my skin tingle and my nipples pop out. In no time both little buds were beginning to be sore, while my pussy and bumhole were on fire.

A little more and I’d have been past the point of no return, unable to stop myself masturbating until I came, but I forced myself back from the edge. If Dan Fishbaugh was going to have me I wanted to be as excited as possible, or I’d never be able to cope with the humiliation. After all, I was to be fucked and
buggered
too, all of it on camera, and whatever Jemima said there was no question in my mind about the significance of the act. I would be prostituting myself.

My pubes had pretty well come away, but I hunted out a few stray ones before climbing back into the shower. There was a brush on one of the shelves, and I used it to rub my pussy down and scrub my bum and between my cheeks, before finally rinsing myself off. I checked myself in the mirror, spreading my cheeks to show off the now smooth flesh around my anus and sticking out my hips to make sure I’d done my pussy properly.

I was as bare as the day I’d been born, while my flesh was a little red, highlighting my pussy in a deliciously rude way not dissimilar to having my lips pumped up. My bottom cheeks were slightly pink too, and completely smooth, making them seem fuller and more prominent. I gave myself a couple of smacks to make them pinker still and turned back to the shelves, my fingers now trembling with excitement as well as apprehension.

The enema bulb was a fat orange thing made of rubber with a long black nozzle protruding from one end. A raised marking at one side stated that it held two US pints, which had to be about a litre, and that it had been made in Boston, Mass. Just to hold it made my bumhole tighten and set my tummy squirming, and it was worse once I’d filled it at the sink, heavy and bloated and wobbly in my hand. There was a tub of anal lubricant on the shelves, and I put the bulb carefully down on the cistern and applied a blob to my anus, rubbing it in and sliding one finger as deep as it would go.

Lifting my bottom, I applied the nozzle to my hole. It went in easily, and I got into a low squat to make
sure
I didn’t have a nasty accident, then squeezed. I felt the cold of the water on the inside of my ring, then the pressure in my rectum as it began to swell with water, a sensation that quickly had me gasping.

Only when the bulb had grown completely flaccid did I stop, extracting it carefully before sitting down once more. I felt full, a little uncomfortable, but not urgent, and decided I had better put some more in before letting go. Again I filled the bulb, leaning across the sink, and again I got into my lewd open squat and inserted the nozzle into my anus. I squeezed the bulb until the contents were in my rectum, leaving me feeling heavy and urgent inside, breathing deeply, my toes wriggling with the need to go.

I shut my eyes, my lower lip trembling and a muscle in my thigh twitching uncontrollably as I deliberately fought against the inevitable, but only for a few seconds before it became too much for me. My bumhole opened, emitting a great gush that splashed and gurgled into the pan beneath me as I let out my breath in a long, heartfelt sigh.

‘Three or four times, at least,’ Fishbaugh instructed from outside the door, and I found myself blushing at the realisation that they could hear exactly what I was doing.

I obeyed in any case, flushing myself out another five times until I was sure I was completely clean and had an odd, empty sensation in my lower belly. My skin was prickling with sweat too, and I climbed back into the shower to give myself a final wash before wrapping myself in the largest towel I could find and leaving the bathroom.

They were in the bedroom set, Hudson standing with his arms folded and an expression of patriarchal benevolence on his face as he watched Jemima suck Dan Fishbaugh’s cock. He was already erect, his long
pink
penis extending up from his fly and into her mouth. I gave a gentle cough.

‘I thought you weren’t allowed to touch her?’

‘I ain’t allowed to make porno movies of her,’ he replied, ‘But hell, I never refuse a bj! Pull up, hon, or I’ll spunk in your mouth, and I need to save it for your auntie.’