Jaycee's Blog - Mon, June 26

So Jennifer is gone, but I'm afraid not before I accidentally did some damage to her. Technically, it's Tarantina that did the damage, but at the end of the day, I'm responsible for some of her actions, especially if it's as a response to my fantasies.

Let me backtrack to my last entry. Jennifer and I had several days together, most of which were spent (on her part) doing some location scouting and purchasing sexy outfits; and on my side, banging Biff/Camille/Fake Jennifer in every perverse way my mind could think of. It's perhaps relevant at this point to mention that I'm rarely alone while having sex: Tarantina is very often nearby, sometimes taking notes, sometimes outright commenting on what's going on (always in a snarky or derogatory way). Where Biff/Fake Jennifer was concerned, she kept bringing up how "this wasn't the REAL Jennifer" and how I "wanted the real thing, deep down." (And I knew she was right.) Tarantina also said I didn't need to hold on to antiquated concepts of morality, that I wasn't her "big bro Jaycee," I was (as far as Jen was concerned) Brooke, and I was a player. In fact, making a move on Jennifer would be something Brooke would absolutely do.

On Monday night, not realizing Jennifer was back from her errands, I rushed into the bathroom and caught her staring at herself in the mirror while wearing nothing but a skimpy slightshot bikini that left NOTHING to the imagination. She reacted quickly, shoved me out and shut the door in my face, but I could swear she was fondling her boobs while watching herself. I later asked Tarantina if that was her doing, but she shook her head. Just to be safe, I forbade her to cast any spells on Jennifer for the rest of her stay.

"Is that what you REALLY want me to do?" she asked.

I didn't answer. I wasn't even sure about my own mind.

On Tuesday, I spilled much of my sex drive into Fake Jennifer's every orifice, but that didn't seem to satisfy my raging libido. I kept imagining Real Jennifer being too horny to resist having sex with me while at the same time expressing confusion at her own vulnerability. God, what a scenario that would be!

And at night, that's precisely what happened. Jennifer walked into the living room wearing the same slingshot bikini she'd worn the night before, straddled me while I was watching TV, and proceeded to seduce me while resisting it.

"I...don't know what's come over me," she said, guiding my hands to her boobs. "I... I can't stop imagining this..."

She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, pulled her bottom out of the way, and impaled herself on me. Nearby, I heard Tarantina cackle—literally, cackle—with satisfaction. Neither of us lasted long, but we made up for it in frantic repeated performances.

The next day, Jen's boyfriend Kenneth showed up for the shoots. That was weird as all hell, of course. It was also weird how he frequently had to take breaks, either to go get some water or to go to the bathroom. That left Jennifer and I alone for increasingly tense moments. (I later learned that his breaks had to do with masturbatory urges implanted in him by Tarantina, who made sure he was turned on by the idea I'd bang his girlfriend every time he took a photo.) Jennifer herself was taking every opportunity to tease me sexually, shocked at her own behavior, making me promise to "never tell Jaycee." Eventually, during one of Kenneth's breaks, I surrendered to her insistence and banged her from behind, pressing her face and boobs against the glass of the patio doors in the luxury apartment we were shooting in.

We had sex twice more before Kenneth returned early from a break and caught us. He should have been furious. He should have decked me right then and there. Instead, he mumbled some apology, turned around, and left the room with both hands clasping his crotch. He walked awkwardly before disappearing into the corridor leading to the bathroom.

Even though we'd just been caught, Jennifer was still too turned on to stop. She banged the living daylights out of me with a frantic energy I hadn't expected in her. As soon as she was done, however, it seemed like she came to her senses and rushed away to talk to Kenneth. That left me with Tarantina.

She admitted having cast a spell on Kenneth (not that surprising) and on Jennifer (despite my order not to). She said we were connected and that I couldn't lie to her. My order wasn't sincere and she knew it even if I didn't at the time. Yes, she was right, I wanted her to cast a spell on Jennifer. She said I didn't have to worry about consequences, that she was powerful enough to make Kenneth forget what he'd seen if that's what I wanted. (This time, sincerely, that's what I wanted.) So she did that.

The next few days, I found myself bolder about having sex with Jennifer. She was always ready and willing, and since I didn't have to worry about Kenneth all that much, I stopped caring. Tarantina would wipe his mind right after it. I'd bang Jennifer like a cheap slut right in front of her boyfriend, and every time he got upset or agitated, I had Tarantina cast some magic on him—either to turn him on or make him forget what was happening. At that time, I didn't remember that mind magic isn't the faeries' strong suit, and that these spells tend not to last forever. Who cared anyway? I could always have Tarantina re-cast spells of forgetfulness on Kenneth. Maybe even on Jennifer. This meant I could have consequence-free sex with her as much as I wanted.

At some point, I did switch it up. I had Tarantina give Kenneth a massive dick and turn him on so much that he was literally begging Jennifer to let him take her. She didn't want that huge thing near her until Tarantina (at my behest) used some kind of massive lubrication spell on her. Then the two went at it like rabbits while I took some photos and videos of the action.

They don't remember any of this happening, which makes these images all the more precious to me.

By the time Saturday rolled around, I'd brought Biff/Fake Jennifer into the dynamic and enjoyed some Jennifer-on-Jennifer action while poor Kenneth masturbated his massive meat hammer all alone in a corner, watching the two girls going at each other.

I had Tarantina wipe out Jennifer and Kenneth's memory of the week and made sure they only had proper photos of the shoots we had made together. I did feel a bit bad when Kenneth shook my hand, thanking me profusely for my help and hospitality all week. Fortunately, that feeling went away as soon as Jennifer hugged me close, promising me to return quickly to do another of those "special shoots." Even though she was supposed to have forgotten everything, there was an underlying erotic promise in the way she pushed her boobs against my chest and ground her hips against mind.

Gawd have mercy on me, I want her very badly.

I could probably have reported on this yesterday, but I was busy "taking it out" on Biff/Fake Jennifer, who's probably feeling a bit sore today.

Anyway, that was MY week. How were things with you all?

--Jaycee