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 Author: Persephone
Title: Amelia's 13th Birthday
Summary: Amelia's birthday is here at last, and her mother is determined
to make it one she will remember all her life.  She kept her virginity
trough all the trials of the Naked in School program and everything that
followed, and she deserves a royal reward.  So what better outcome than the
starring role in a high budget porn extravaganza?
Keywords: NiS, oral, Mf, Ff, ff, m/d inc, M+f
Date: 4_28_2017

   Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy.  The author does not advocate or
participate in underage sexual activities.  If you are offended by
pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot.  If you
are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race.  This is a
fantasy, without consequences.  Real sex has consequences like pregnancy
(duh!), disease, and emotional devastation.  Don't ever let anybody talk
you into doing something you aren't ready for.  When you are old enough to
be ready, relish every minute.  But right now, get outta here, kid!  You
trying to get me in trouble?

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   Amelia's 13th Birthday by Persephone

   Part I

   "Well, the show's on indefinite hiatus, I'm sure you heard about that.
The ratings were through the roof - the highest rated single show in that
time slot in television HISTORY - but the advertisers thought it was too
much."

   Kristi Tyler, formerly cohost of "Lunch in the Garden with Jack and
Kristi", was enjoying a quiet meal with her friend Melissa Graham.  Kristi,
a former porn actress turned daytime talk show host, was relaxing at an
outdoor mall cafe with an iced latte.  Her see-through blouse caught the
occasional breeze, revealing firm, full breasts on her 26 year old frame,
and she enjoyed the sensation of silk panties with a built in clitoral
stimulator.  Occasional mini orgasms rippled through her tanned, toned body
at any time of day.

   "Did we go too far?" Melissa asked, "We only had, let's see...  five
naked people, the co hosts having sex, father/daughter/brother incest, a
mockery of the crucifixion, oral sex, mother/daughter incest, and enough
spilled cum to fill a sperm bank.  Surely they'd be okay with that." She
took a sip of her fruit smoothie and ran a finger under her loose, gossamer
blouse to caress a nipple.  She wore crotchless leotards under her loose
blouse, and occasionally rubbed a piece of ice over her pussy.  Several
onlookers at the cafe were enjoying the views of both women, who did
nothing to hide their pleasure.

   "Well, the studio said the phones didn't stop ringing for six days, from
fans or protestors, and the advertisers thought they didn't want to be
associated with anything so controversial.  So the studio has us on
indefinite hiatus.  But damn, it was fun."

   "Amelia thought so!  She didn't stop talking about it for three days. 
At her school, everybody watched it on their phones.  She's a celebrity!"

   "You love your daughter, don't you?" Kristi asked, taking her friend's
hand.

   "She's my little angel.  She saved my life.  No, I mean it.  Lemme tell
you - no, Kristi, I want you to know this." Melissa took another sip and
sat up.  "Me and Cliff, we were done.  Nothing left but letting the ink dry
on the divorce papers.  So he came by, trying to patch things up.  He'd
been drinking, he was violent.  One thing led to another...my ex is
Amelia's dad, but her conception was not consensual.  Amelia's a rape baby.
I've never told her that, do you think I should?  Anyway, police came, he's
arrested, I'm alone.  Lowest damn point of my life.  A month later, I'm
drinking again.  Bad.  I wanted to just fucking check out.  So I've got the
bottle of sleeping pills and the two liters of vodka." Melissa was looking
up, staring into nothing as she spoke.  Tears glinted at the corners of her
eyes.  "I suspected I was pregnant but I didn't care.  So I'm sitting
there, ready to go.  I even did my hair and put makeup on!  Then there was,
there was this voice, this tiny voice in my head, a little girl.  'Don't
die mommy, I want to live.' "

   Her perception came back down and she looked into Kristi's eyes.  "So,
rehab, shrink, calls to suicide hotlines at 3 in the morning, and I found
my light at the other end of the tunnel.  My little angel.  She saved my
life.  My Amelia." Both women were silent for a minute.

   "So.  My Amelia is my life.  She's my angel.  I...if you told me I had
to give her up, I wouldn't want to live any more.  You told me I had to
give up my sight to save her, no problem, take my eyes.  She is worth so
much.  I sometimes wonder if she knows how much I need her."

   "You guys have the closest relationship of any mother and daughter I
have ever seen," Kristi admitted.  "It's something magical."

   "I want to give her the world.  My angel.  Which brings us to why I
called you for coffee, Kris." Melissa paused and stretched, and adjusted
her blouse, to the delight of a couple passing by.

   "Her thirteenth birthday is coming up.  I've told her since she was
eleven, I wanted her to keep her virginity till she's a teenager.  I admit,
I was thinking like fifteen, sixteen.  Normal age.  But after I volunteered
her for the Naked In School program, and put her sexuality into overdrive,
I knew that would be impossible.  Damn, I raised a little slut."

   "You both use that word a lot, to describe yourselves and each other."

   "We cherish it.  We honor the word.  A slut is sexually active and
aware, independent, proud.  It's not a bad thing to be.  My daughter is a
slut and I love her for it.  Really, she has the childhood I wish I'd had.

   "So.  Amelia's thirteenth birthday.  I don't think I can ask her to
maintain her virginity past her thirteenth birthday.  The person I've seen
her become?  Ha, No.  So I don't just wanna give her a birthday party.  I
don't just wanna give her a birthday orgy.  I want her birthday deflowering
to be a full-on porn spectacular.  Lights, camera, costumes (briefly);
beautiful sets; gorgeous models; several hot studs hung like fucking
stallions, and a camera close up recording the expression on her beautiful
face when she loses her virginity."

   Kristi considered her friend's request.

   "And you're telling me this because - oh, I think I know, silly.  Yes,
I'll help.  Amelia deserves a birthday she'll never forget!"

   Kristi was eager to get back into porn anyway, so she made a few phone
calls and sucked a few cocks, and had an adult video production crew come
to town.  They were making a video called "The Sacrifice of the Virgin
Queen," a period fantasy with regency dress, ladies in ball gowns, castles,
rogues and whores.  A quick rewrite established Amelia as the Virgin Queen.
The plot was simple - the Kingdom of Tarsis had lost its old Queen, and a
new one had to be selected.  But tradition required that the Queen be a
virgin until her Coronation night, when she must be deflowered in full view
of the court, and only by a man with a rose birthmark on his cock.  A
subplot to the story had a witch and an assassin trying to kill the Queen
before she loses her virginity, which would throw the kingdom into chaos.

   Kristi and Melissa found an old studio that was quickly renovated into
sets and offices, including the coronation room, the witch's hut, and the
throne room.  A lot of exterior shots, such as sword-fights on castle
battlements in sunset and rogues galloping through forests, had been
completed beforehand.

   Melissa was enjoying the whole production immensely, but she wanted to
keep it a secret from her daughter until Amelia was actually on set, when
she would learn she is the Virgin Queen, to be fucked in front of a crowded
room.  And with almost three weeks until Amelia's birthday, could the
little nymphomaniac retain her virginity while being the full-time Naked In
School spokesmodel?

   -

   "Amelia Graham, I really fucking hate you!"

   Amelia looked up at her classmate, her face a mixture of concern and
apprehension.  She had several guy's cum on her lips, and the boy in her
hand was very close to adding to it.  "Oh god please don't stop now..." he
urged.  Amelia smiled at him and sucked his hard cock with vigor, until he
found the relief he craved.  His cum splashed across her cheek and dribbled
down her nude body, and she carefully licked his cock clean.

   "See, Alonzo?  The Naked in School program can be a LOT of fun!" Alonzo
nodded and walked, completely naked and somewhat unsteadily, through the
crowded cafeteria.

   "Business is business," Amelia said, wiping cum from her face and
licking her fingers.  She never got tired of the taste.

   "That's what I mean, bitch!" her classmate shrieked.  "Me and Shaniqua
and Lori, we're tired of your `virgin slut' shit.  You're making it too
weird for the rest of us.  If you wanna call yourself a slut, BE a damn
slut.  Start fucking!  Jesus.  Me, Shaniqua, we're sluts, right?  We know
how to fuck a dude.  You ain't no slut, you just a poser.  Damn little kid
poser, thinks she's some shit."

   "I made a promise, god, everyone's heard this story," Amelia said, "I'm
sure you have, I made a promise to my Mom.  I'm gonna stay a virgin till my
thirteenth birthday.  That's in like eleven days, and I'm gonna keep my
promise."

   "You made a promise to your Mom?  Ain't that some cute shit.  Damn,
Amelia, everyone in town has seen your Mom's skank-ass pussy.  People drive
down your street, she's fuckin' em.  She ain't got no promise to keep,
bitch, she ain't nothing but a ho."

   "Please, Tamara, don't talk about -"

   "Don't talk about your Mommy like that?  Jeee-zus, go back to fourth
grade, little girl.  You ain't no shit.  Go put your clothes back on an
play with your Barbie dolls, poser.  Let us real bitch sluts show the boys
how to fuck." Tamara and her friends turned and stormed away, leaving
Amelia feeling scared and confused.  She finished her lunch alone, and went
to find Mr Baker.

   "I'm, god Nathan, I don't know what to do.  Everyone likes me, right? 
I'm the Naked In School poster girl, I'm...  people know my name, I just
don't wanna disappoint my Mom..." She sat in his office chair, her body
shaking.  Mr Baker wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently.

   "Do you know what the teachers say about you, Amelia?  Mrs Winston, Mr
Parris, everyone?  They are all so proud of you.  You are very popular,
everyone knows you, the kids all love you....  One boy in 9th grade made a
phone app to track the number of times a week you sucked his cock, with
pictures and audio, did you know that?  Lot of kids use it.  And god knows,
every kid here WANTS to fuck you.  Hell, I want to fuck you, but that's no
surprise.  And yet through it all, your body and your amazingly talented
tongue and your exhibitionism, you have never abandoned your promise to
your Mom.  You never threw away your virginity.  That, simply that, has
impressed so many people.  Those girls today, they're jealous because they
don't have your self control." He wiped tears from her eyes, and kissed her
cheek, tasting a residue of someone's cum.  "Be proud of yourself for being
able to do that, not many people could.  You are, Amelia Graham, very, very
special.  Now, I'll admit, little one, there's one thing about the Naked In
School program I've never been comfortable with.  Girls like you, twelve,
thirteen, we thrust you into sexual situations and demand that you comply.
But kids still need time to be kids.  Having fun, dressing up, just
playing. Sure, kids love to explore their sexual selves, but do we have the
right to put you in situations where you might have to make decisions you
simply don't have the life experience to handle?" He paused and saw the
expression on Amelia's face.  "I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't burden you
with that.  You are a very, very special girl, and I love you dearly. 
Don't worry about my ramblings, you go enjoy yourself.  Now, in eleven days
it's your thirteenth birthday.  I know your Mom is planning something
special for you, but she won't tell me what.  I do know that on that day,
you can kiss your virginity goodbye.  Just hold out till then, sugar.  You
can do it.

   "And one more thing, Amelia."

   "Yes?" she said in a tiny voice, looking up at him.

   "Don't ever let anybody tell you you aren't a perfect little slut."

   Amelia smiled, kissed her friend's cheek, slipped a hand into his pants
to give him a squeeze, and left the office.

   Part II

   Kristi was meeting with the movie's director/producer couple, Elliot and
Claire Morgan, for lunch at the studio.  Since they had agreed to relocate
the entire production at Melissa's - via Kristi's - request, Melissa was
invited along to review secondary actors while Amelia was at school.

   "We often use a stable of actors, people we know and trust, Claire was
saying, "but I'll be honest, when Kristi told us about Amelia, we were
intrigued.  Filming a REAL virgin getting fucked for the very first time?
On her 13th birthday?  That's not an opportunity you get every day.  I'd
love to meet her.  Actually, we need to, to fit her coronation gown."

   "We were going to go with Sara Burke, 'Sara Sizzle'," Elliot commented,
"but she's become increasingly vain and whiny, and demanding, recently. 
And nobody's gonna believe she's a virgin for a second.  Not after 'House
of 10,000 Orgasms' and 'Bimbo Bukkake Blitz IV'!  And, fuck, if we can
promote 'Virgin Queen' as having an unknown starlet, actually losing her
cherry, on film!  Jesus!"

   "Unknown?  Hardly," Kristi said.  "Not after her performance on Lunch in
the Garden.  You've seen the video, right?"

   "Remind me," Elliot said.  Kristi opened her tablet and played back the
footage of Amelia, completely naked and smiling brightly, sucking Chris's
cock live for the camera and enjoying spurt after spurt of hot cum,
plastering her sweet young face and dripping down her body.

   "Oh Jesus god, she's perfect.  Damn.  Look at those tiny young boobs,
her smooth slit, that cheerleader face.  God damn, and she's a virgin?  How
is that possible?"

   Elliot had grown hard watching the video, and without realizing it had
unzipped his pants and was stroking his erection.

   "You know that's my 12 year old daughter you're stroking off to, right?"
Melissa said, "and it's her mother that's going to help you cum, watching
her." Melissa helped Elliot out of his pants and knelt before him, her
talented tongue sliding along his shaft.  She was sucking his head and
stroking his long shaft when she felt Kristi next to her, deftly removing
Melissa's clothes.  The two women kissed Elliot's body and shared his cock,
while teasing each other with soft tongues and fingertips.

   "Imagine my young daughter, Elliot, her mouth on your cock....her
tender, nude body begging to be fucked....god, you want her....your cum
spilling over her nubile young boobs...." Melissa's whispers carried over
into kissing and teasing Kristi's body, and she found herself flicking her
tongue across her friend's clit while Elliot fucked her.

   A wave of orgasmic bliss spread over the three of them, until Melissa
and Kristi were kissing cum out of each other's mouths.

   Claire had enjoyed recording the whole thing, and promised to use it for
blackmail later.

   "But," Elliot said, his composure mostly regained, "we wanted you to
help review some of the actors.  After all, they'll be fucking your
daughter."

   "Mmm-hmm.  Bring on the studs!" Melissa sat upright, mostly dressed, her
body still quivering.

   "First up, Dorian Velasquez." Dorian was a tall man with a tanned,
Latino body, dreadlocks that fell to his shoulders, and broad hips.  He
strode into the room wearing surfer shorts, which soon found themselves in
Kristi's hands.  Dorian's thick cock swung between his thighs like a
menacing snake.

   "Ohhh damn, I want some of that," Kristi whispered.

   "Alex Cornelius." Alex was stocky, with a mat of tightly curled hair on
his head and a cock that sprang upward to bounce against his belly.  He
stroked it and licked his own pre-cum from his fingers.

   "David Wang." David was Japanese, medium height and slender, with an
olive toned body, long black hair and an uncircumcised, tattooed cock.  He
rubbed his erection against Claire's cheek, and she took him in her mouth
until he was close to cumimg.  He masturbated to relief, filling Melissa's
waiting mouth.

   "Sven Galliard." Sven came out nude, his body tanned and ripped with a
chiseled body and six-pack abs.  He had wide, muscular thighs, shoulder
length brown hair and a goatee.  His long, wide cock stood out firm, the
swollen head as broad as the palm of his hand.

   "Oh sweet Jesus, baby, look at you." Melissa was half out of her chair,
reaching for him.  "Oh baby, turn around..." Sven turned for her, showing
his smooth, tight round ass.  Melissa gulped and made mewing sounds, pawing
at the air.  "Oh god Kristi," she whimpered, "I'm gonna get pregnant just
looking at him!  Sweet baby Jesus and a full rack of ribs!!  Sven, darling,
do you know what I want you to do to m -- to my daughter?  I've been verrry
bad.  I think I should be spanked.  And maybe severely fucked, oh, two,
three, a hundred and thirtyseven times, just to be sure?"

   Sven leaned close and brushed his cheek against her hair.  His cock
brushed against her hand and she eagerly stroked it.  "If you know what's
bad for you, you'll make me want it worse...." He blew her a kiss and left
her a puddle of quivering orgasmic goo in her chair.  "Oh god
Kristi....that ass....fuck but I want to slap it."

   Eventually the male porn actors left the room, and Claire glanced at
Melissa with a raised eyebrow.  "When we have composed ourselves," she
grinned, "there are some actresses also in the picture." Melissa smiled at
Claire and smoothed her hair back.

   "Now, this is an EC Morgan picture, and we have a reputation.  We make
movies with teen porn actresses, usually 13 to 16.  We like to think of our
movies as the 'Disneyland of Porn'.  Tried to use that tagline, but some
website already has it.  Decent stories, but still.  Just like them, we
focus on young, fresh teen porn actresses, which is why your Amelia is so
appealing.  Let me show you who else will be in the movie..." She nodded to
an assistant, who led the first of the actresses in.

   "Rebecca Roberts, 14." Rebecca was a skinny, sandy haired girl with big
soulful eyes.  She wore a front-zippered purple minidress that she stepped
out of to reveal small, budding breasts and a smooth, clean slit.  Rebecca
gave a graceful a pirouette to show off her body, and the assistant
escorted her out.

   "Kevin and Jasmine Grove.  She's 13.  They're a father and daughter duet
specializing in incest porn." Very obviously related, they had the same jet
black hair, olive toned skin and angular nose.  Kevin was nude, and Jasmine
wore a belly-dancer's outfit, jeweled top, bare midriff and crotchless,
billowy see-through pantaloons that teased and enticed her body.  They were
obviously enthralled with each other.  Jasmine could not keep her hands off
her Daddy's nude body, and kept rubbing herself against him.  Her jeweled
costume quickly fell away, and he picked her up and held her, openly
fucking her tight, smooth pussy while standing up.  When she had climaxed
and he was close to cuming, she knelt before him and sucked his hard cock
until he filled her young teenage mouth with hot sperm.  They kissed, and
he was obviously relishing the taste of his own cum.

   "Emily O." Emily danced into the room, a bubbly, effervescent 15 year
old with long blonde hair and pert little B cup boobs that somehow looked
too large for her tiny body.  The silky gossamer sarong she was wearing was
soon on the floor, revealing a toned, tanned body that everyone found
appealing.  She slid a finger into her pussy, and traced her nectar across
Elliot's lips.

   "Tamara Tease, 14." Tamara was a black girl who wore a dress made of
peacock feathers that swayed as she moved, revealing tantalizing glimpses
of her gorgeous young body.

   "Helen Carter^^^, 15." Helen was a slim girl with flaming red hair that
flowed like a halo around her.  She had lips that begged for cum, smooth
cheeks and high cheekbones, and a shapely, sinuous body.  When her bikini
found the floor, everyone saw that her smooth, tasty pussy was highlighted
bright red.

   "Donna Delicious, 15" Donna stopped everybody in their tracks.  She
stood 5'9", tall for a girl of 15, with long, frosted blonde hair that
flowed around her lithe body.  She was wearing a dress made of one
continuous ribbon that wrapped around her, until she untied a knot and it
slipped down her body.  Donna's boobs were double D cups, huge for a girl
her age, with nipples that proudly stood firm and erotic.  "I'm in the
Natural Wonders program," she whispered proudly, her breathy voice a tease
to every man's cock and every woman's desire.  "My boobs always look better
covered in cum." She smiled wantonly and danced away.

   "Now, when we learned about Donna's boobs and the Natural Wonders
program, we had to know more, so we went to the local office and found an
extra special treat - even though she is 19, older than we usually cast,
their receptionist, Robin Gerlach, was too good to pass up."

   Robin came in, and Elliot immediately wished he could masturbate and cum
again.  She was a tall girl, 5'10", with dark hair pulled back in a
ponytail, flirtatious eyes and extremely kissable lips.  She had a long,
slender neck, and truly phenomenal, huge boobs.  Her 54", triple E cup
boobs were nestled, somewhat precariously, in a too-small black leather
halter top that accentuated her orgasmically beautiful cleavage.  Her bare
belly and wide hips framed a floor length black silk skirt, slit to the
waist, that accentuated every move of her round, fuckable ass and long
shapely legs.  She knelt before Elliot in a slow, sinewy motion that
brushed her boobs down his chest and ended with a teasing view of her
moist, pouty pussy through the slit in her skirt.

   "Oh damn," he whispered, "I need to be fucking you."

   "I need to be fucked by you," Robin countered, slid two fingers into her
warm, inviting pussy and drew them across Melissa's lips.

   "And by you," she said in a low voice.

   Melissa sucked Robin's fingers into her mouth, and drew the gorgeous
woman down into a kiss.  "Very nice," Melissa said, admiring her body.  "I
like the way the skirt is slit up your thigh, so very alluring.  But if we
turn your skirt just....so," and she slightly rotated Robin's skirt around
her waist, "then that most inviting gap now allows an admirer to be able to
kiss you, say...there..." and she moved the skirt with two fingers, and
teased Robin's moist, pouty pussy with her tongue.  She probed a little
deeper, with a little more urgency, until Robin gasped and grabbed
Melissa's shoulders.  Kristi found a towel and set it on the floor, and she
and Claire carefully lowered Robin and her massive boobs to the floor. 
Melissa probed and licked with her tongue, fingering Robin's pussy,
as Claire unbuckled Robin's belt and removed her skirt completely.  With a
little effort, Melissa turned around to offer her clit to Robin's tongue,
snuggling her tummy onto Robin's delightfully soft, warm pillows.  The two
women shared each other's pleasure, while Elliot and Kristi enjoyed the
view and Claire filmed it.  When Melissa seemed to be close to orgasm,
Kristi produced an anal dildo encircled with rows of beads, licked her
fingers and ran them over Melissa's soft ass.  Robin opened her eyes, saw
the dildo, nodded once and renewed her effort with greater passion,
expertly holding Melissa just on the edge of her longed-for release. 
Kristi lubed the dildo, pressed it against the entrance of Melissa's ass,
and pushed it in two beads deep, making Melissa hiss and gasp, her pelvis
writhing over Robin's mouth.  "Oh you fucking bitch..." Melissa gasped
happily, as Kristi slowly slid the dildo in six beads deep and rotated it,
while kissing her quivering ass cheeks.  Robin and Melissa brought each
other to a body-shuddering, moaning climax, until they lay sprawled across
each other, licking bare skin accented by a delightful variety of fluids.

   "Elliot..." Melissa whispered, "you need to write a lesbian scene in the
movie....I want this goddess to teach my daughter about fucking girls.  If
you don't, I'll use your testicles for medical research.

   And not in a fun way."

   "I can do that," Elliot replied, panting slightly," I might even enjoy
it.  Robin, you are the rogue Countess Miranda, protecting the Queen from
kidnappers.  And Melissa, you are the Queen's Lady in Waiting, basically
her personal handmaiden and plaything."

   "Oh well hell, I'm that already," she replied with a laugh.

   "So, you've met the cast, your daughter is the Virgin Queen, we'll add a
few extras as non-sexual roles - castle guards and such - and I just gotta
make one phone call: To tell Sara Burke she's off the film."

   -

   "Fired?  FIRED??!  Nobody fires Sara Sizzle from a movie!" She stared at
the phone clutched in her hand.  The naked man next to her in her bed
grunted and vaguely groped for her, and was rewarded with a knee to his
cum-filled, eager erection.  He grunted and rolled and fell out of the bed.
"Fuck off, whatever your name was, I've got bigger problems.  Nobody fucks
with Sara Sizzle!  How to get even..." she reached for a script and flipped
through it.  "Hm, Lubricant, that'll work.  Royal jelly, indeed.  I just
gotta replace it with something that'll really knock 'em dead.  Sacrifice
the Virgin Queen, indeed.  Bitch, you fucked with the wrong star."

   -

   Amelia was relaxing on her rooftop balcony with Michaela and her brother
Allan.  Since their father's nervous breakdown following the TV show, they
had gotten closer as friends and Mick and Allan had reconnected with their
mother.  Michaela was sucking her brother's cock on the open balcony, until
she turned to kiss her new friend with the mouthful of cum that resulted.
After a moment they separated, giving Allan a chance to finger and tease
his sister's pretty pussy.

   "You guys are so close, I think that's adorable," Amelia observed.  "I
almost wish Travis would be so forward with me.  He's the closest thing to
a brother I've got, but he's just so shy.  Even with all the Naked in
School jazz.  He's back to wearing clothes again, even though I go nude
pretty much every day."

   "Is he helping your Mom planning your birthday?" Mick asked between
gasps as her brother nibbled at her pussy.

   "Mom's won't tell me anything about my birthday, and fuck, it's still
three days away!  She's made such a big deal about number 13, holding onto
my virginity and all, and then nothing for like a week.  I'll ask her when
she gets in from work."

   "Oh, should we go home?"

   "What?  Fuck no, hang out.  Stay nude.  Fuck each other in the kitchen,
she won't mind.  Mom's awesome.  But yeah, I gotta know more about what
she's got planned for my birthday.  Three days!"

   -

   "Three days, Mom!  You gotta give me a clue, I'm dying here."

   Amelia and her mother were at the grocery store, a chore Amelia usually
avoided.  But she was desperate for details, so she tagged along.  She
actually got dressed, at least as much as Amelia ever got dressed.  She
wore a men's long white dress shirt, hanging open, and a loosely tied black
neck tie.  A small silver chain did its best to keep the shirt together,
but any time she moved, onlookers were treated to fleeting glimpses of her
rosy pink nipples and smooth, bare young pussy.

   Melissa was marginally more conservatively dressed, in a gossamer thin
sarong top and denim shorts that caressed her ass.  She wore her shorts
unfastened with the zipper down.  It was a miracle they didn't fall around
her ankles.

   "Can you keep a secret, angel?"

   "Yes?  Yes!!"

   "So can I."

   "MOM!!"

   Melissa chuckled at her daughter's reaction.  "Oh, honey!  Do you
remember when you were little?  How much you loved pretending to be a
princess?  All dressed up as Cinderella or Belle or Ariel?  Capturing the
hearts of everyone who saw you?"

   Amelia blushed.  "Well, sure, sorta...  but I was just a little girl."

   "And in some ways you're still a little girl.  My little girl.  My fairy
tale princess.  But little princesses grow up, and their fairy godmothers
are still there helping make their naughtiest dreams come true."

   Amelia reached up and grabbed her mother in a hug and kissed her
passionately.  Melissa returned the kiss with equal pleasure, sliding her
hands up her daughter's young body.  An older lady buying cat food saw the
incestuous, exhibitionistic lesbian kiss, and gave them a loud 'harrumph'.

   -

   It was Saturday, the day before Amelia's thirteenth birthday.  Melissa
had made plans to meet Elliot and Claire at the movie set and then find a
motel room, but Claire insisted they spend the night at the studio.

   All morning Amelia had been dithering about what to wear to the set,
until her mother suggested that if she couldn't decide what to wear, why
wear anything at all?  So an enthusiastically naked 12 year old girl and
her more reasonably dressed mother climbed into the car for the hour drive
to the set, and Amelia begged her mother to put the top down.

   They passed several police officers on the way, and Amelia was always
happy to have Hi to them; most smiled and waved back.  Once they got onto
an easy stretch of road, Melissa settled back and took her daughter's hand.

   "You're really excited about losing your virginity, aren't you angel?"

   "Mom, are you kidding?  At school everyone makes a big deal about it,
and with me it's all, 'When you gonna fuck, Amelia?' 'Let me put it in you
Amelia.' 'Anal means you're still a virgin!' 'You're just a tease, a
poser.' 'You're not a real slut.' God, they are so mean.  But I'm waiting
for my thirteenth birthday no matter what!  I promised you that, you're my
Mom, so there!"

   Melissa beamed with pride at her daughter.  "And what's Nathan say about
that?"

   "Him and all the teachers agree.  He said not to listen to the other
kids.  He said they're jealous because they don't have my kind of self
control.  The fact that I'm keeping my word to you, in spite of all this
pressure, they said that makes them, the teachers, respect my integrity
over anything else."

   Melissa suppressed a giggle and finally said, "My daughter, Amelia
Frances Graham.  Famous for her virginity and integrity.  Angel, I love you
more every day."

   They drove in silence a while.  Amelia had closed her eyes and spread
her legs apart and was teasing her nude young pussy while she enjoyed the
breeze in her hair and the sunshine on her naked body.

   Part III

   They finally came to the warehouse that had been renovated as a movie
studio.  There were catering vans and trailers scattered around the parking
lot, and Amelia saw a horse and buggy being led somewhere.  A man came out
of one trailer dressed in a recency frock coat, ruffled shirt, hose and
buckled shoes, and Amelia had to stare.

   "Damn, Mom, what kind of movie is this?"

   "It's a period fantasy.  Jane Austen, Mr Darcy, rogues and wenches and
palaces, that sort of thing.  Ripped bodice and heaving bosom.  Now, let's
park and go find the director."

   The naked, young Amelia dashed eagerly toward the man in the frock coat,
and was momentarily stunned by the size of the bulge in his tight white
breeches.  He smiled at her and extended a hand.  "Sven Galliard," he said
politely, "Have we met?"

   "Um, Amelia I-want-to-suck-your-cock Graham," Amelia said sheepishly,
finally raising her gaze and making eye contact.

   "Sven, hi, Melissa," her mother said, hoping she didn't wet herself at
the sight of him again.  He shook her hand and gallantly strode off. 
Amelia turned and grabbed her mother's hand and did a funny inward-spiral
dance, her eyes wide.

   "Oh my GOD Mom did you see him?!  Oh god I wonder if - " she paused
again, and looked at her mother with big eyes.

   "You'll just have to wait and find out, angel." Amelia pouted and
stamped her foot.

   They entered the studio through a side door, and quickly found Claire
holding a torn piece of fabric while talking to Kevin and Jasmine.  Kevin
was nude, and Jasmine was stroking her father's cock and regarding him with
adoring eyes.  She wore thong panties and a cum-stained Hello Kitty
babydoll T.

   "....get this fixed in no time, Jaz.  You shouldn't get so excited about
having your Daddy rape you, you know?"

   "But...daddy...." she said quietly, sliding her tongue along the shaft
of her father's cock.

   "We'll get you sorted.  Melissa, hi!  Amelia!!  I've been looking
forward to meeting you.  God, you really are beautiful as I hoped.  Okay,
follow me, we'll try your gown on."

   "...gown?..." Amelia said, holding her mother's hand.  They followed
Claire to a dressing room where a dress form wore a large, gold and crimson
embroidered gown.  Claire texted someone on her phone and turned to regard
Amelia.  She studied the naked girl with a critical eye.  "Nice hair...need
highlights...eyes, good.  Blush.  Good nose, not too big.  Little girls
shouldn't have big noses.  Teeth, yes, lovely.  Lips, too pale.  Good neck,
such PRETTY little boobs!  Oh, those will look sooo good covered in cum. 
Nipples need darkening.  Belly, good.  Smooth virgin slit, nice, turn
around please?  Oh, high, firm buttocks.  Up on your tippy toes please? 
Spread your legs?  Very good.  Painted your toenails?  Nice job."

   "Um Mom, what's she saying?  I thought we were just visiting the movie
set...?"

   Before Melissa could answer, Kristi came in followed by Elliot, who gave
Melissa a big hug, then knelt down before Amelia.

   "So this is our Queen," he said brightly, "oh yes, she is perfect.  Have
we tried on the coronation gown yet?"

   "Just about to," Claire replied.

   "Mom?  Mom, whatdidhesaywhatdidhesay???  What did he - Queen?  Mom,
what's happening?" Amelia felt the hair on the back of her neck standing on
end.

   "Okay, angel, I've kept it a secret long enough.  Here goes....  I
wanted your thirteenth birthday to be special.  Not just a party, not just
an orgy.  Kristi's getting back into porn, she hooked me up with this movie
company.  They've got this film, 'Sacrifice of the Virgin Queen'.  It's a
fairy tale story.  The kingdom needs a new Queen, and by tradition the
Queen has to be a virgin, deflowered at her coronation by...  anyway, you,
Amelia Frances Graham, are the Virgin Queen of Tarsis.  You are going to
lose your virginity, on camera, fucked by..." She couldn't finish because
Amelia had her arms wrapped around her mother's neck, holding her close. 
Amelia's whole body was trembling as she shed tears of joy that quickly
turned into outright bawling, crying an emotional torrent beyond words.

   Eventually she settled down, her eyes red and puffy and her breath
coming in short gasp until she had hiccups.  She gazed into her mother's
eyes, unable to speak.

   "Mom..." she whispered finally, " Oh Mom you are the biggest dork in the
whole wide world.  Oh god, only you would set all this up.  I love you
Mom." They kissed passionately for a moment, hands caressing bodies, until
Melissa finally pulled away.

   "So," she said finally, "your coronation gown.  We need to make sure it
fits?"

   Elliot and Claire lifted the dress from the form and Amelia held her
arms up while they lowered it over her head.

   The gown had a high, flared collar that framed her face, and delicate
stitching around the shoulders.  The narrow sleeves tapered out to long,
draped wrists that hung almost to the floor, gold with crimson accents. 
The front was open, leaving Amelia's young breasts fully exposed.  It was
designed to enhance her bust, so even Amelia's small boobs looked larger
than they were.  The gown closed with a narrow belt around the waist, then
flared away down her hips leaving her tiny, smooth young pussy equally
exposed.  The hem flowed to a foot behind her on the floor, and shone when
she walked.  The overall effect of the gown was to make Amelia's tender
young body look tantalizing, desirable and exquisitely fuckable.  She
squealed with glee, and Melissa fished her phone out for a picture.

   "Damn, it doesn't need much work at all.  Take the shoulders in, fix
that tear, we'll be good to go in an hour.  Amelia, every guy on this set
is going to want to fuck you."

   "Hell, she's my daughter and I already want to fuck her," Melissa said
proudly.

   Claire and Kristi set the gown back on the dress form, leaving Amelia
naked again.

   "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted a robe or something while you're
here," Claire said, "but...."

   "Oh you just try keeping clothes ON this child.  She's fine, trust me."

   "I gotta get back," Elliot said, "there's a scene filming on the barn
set, wanna come watch?  Remember, just no noise.  It is a movie set."

   "Sure," Amelia said eagerly, "is anyone getting fucked?"

   "Something like that," Elliot replied.

   The barn set was a large room decorated with a rough lumber loft, hay
bales, a yoke and plow, pitchforks and other tools.  Light through a lens
in the ceiling simulated sunlight.  When they arrived, Dorian was sitting
on a hay bale chatting with two teenage actresses, Donna Delicious and
Tamara Tease.  Dorian had his shirt off, wearing only simple cotton peasant
trousers and brown leather boots.  Donna and Tamara were dressed in elegant
frock cloaks over long Parisian skirts that hung wide on the hips.  Tight
bodice and cotton blouse covered their boobs, although Donna's was
struggling.  Their hair was carefully coifed and attired.

   "Everyone, let me introduce you to Amelia, our Queen," Elliot said,
"Dorian here is a farmhand today; Donna is the Lady Margaret and Tamara is
her Dalliance."

   "Our naked Queen, you mean," Donna observed.  "I like it!" Amelia
grinned and met the actors and the cameramen, and stepped back to let them
work.  Elliot positioned everyone where he wanted them and called "Action!"

   Dorian was moving hay with a pitchfork, sweat glistening on his body,
when Lady Margaret and her Dalliance strode into the barn.

   "Farmboy!" Tamara called out, "you will address the Lady Margaret."
Dorian bowed and wiped his face with a towel, and kneeled before Donna.

   "Lady Margaret." he said, "how may we serve?"

   "You know the location of the Virgin Queen, farm boy.  If you value your
pride, tell us."

   "I....but I know nothing, Mistress.  Nothing at all."

   The Lady Margaret studied him a moment and turned to her Dalliance.  "We
think he needs convincing, to speak.  Strip him."

   The Dalliance took a sickle from the rack and slit Dorian's pants away,
leaving him naked but for his boots.  His sizable cock was hard, and he
began to stroke himself.

   "You do not pleasure yourself in my presence, peasant.  Dalliance, suck
him until he is ready to cum, then stop."

   The Dalliance let her riding cloak fall away and opened her top, letting
her gorgeous Nubian breasts spill out.  She knelt before him and stroked
his cock, sliding her tongue along the shaft.  He reached to touch her but
Lady Margaret slapped his hands away, and she tied them with rope behind
his back.  The camera caught a drop of precum sliding from his huge cock.

   "Still no words, peasant?"

   "Milady, truly, if I...."

   His words were silenced when the Dalliance pushed him over a hay bale.
He fell to his knees, his erection buried in the hay, his ass in the air.

   The Lady Margaret removed her top, freeing her huge boobs.  She rubbed
his face in them, then removed her cloak and skirts.  She wore nothing now
but silk panties, and she had been concealing a huge, black leather strap
on dildo under her skirt.  The Dalliance also stripped down, to show that
she was equally endowed, and rubbed a palmful of lube onto her leather
shaft.

   She positioned herself at Dorian's ass and slapped his back with a
riding crop.

   "We may be younger than you, farm boy, but we are royalty and you are a
peasant.  So you will do as we ask.  Receive my Dalliance's pleasure."

   The Dalliance thrust in, a 14 year old girl fucking the ass of a man
twice her age.  He winced and moaned, and she reached under him to grab and
slap his balls.  Dorian moaned again as she continued to thrust and pound
into him.

   The Lady Margaret kissed him and licked his face, then forced her dildo
into his mouth.  He sucked it as best he could, his face a portrait of fear
and pleasure, pain and desire.  Between the two nearly naked teenage girls
and their dildos, their slave suffered his torture with a massive, urgent
erection, his hands tied behind his back, no way to find his orgasmic
release.

   "Please Mistress...." he moaned around the toy, "let me cum...."

   "Not until you tell us the location of the Virgin Queen!" Lady Margaret
snarled.  Her huge boobs swayed before him, tantalizing him.  Her
Dalliance, the exotic brown-skinned young beauty, thrust harder, fucking
his ass, as Lady Margaret forced herself into his submissive, willing
mouth. He ached for pleasure, for orgasm, for release.

   Dorian began shaking, and Donna gave him a quizzical look until he fell
forward, laughing.  Tamara's dildo slipped out of his ass.

   "Cut!  Dorian, man, wanna share the joke?" Elliot said.

   "Sorry man.  They're all fucking me and like 'where is the Queen?' and
I'm like, 'Dude, she's right fucking there!'" He pointed at Amelia and the
cast doubled up laughing.  Then Donna stood up, her huge boobs swaying, and
pointed her dildo at Amelia like a Poniard.  "The Queen!  Get her!" She
charged, laughing, and Amelia hid behind her mother.

   "Everyone take ten, we'll reshoot the scene.  Save that for the blooper
reel."

   "So you just saw two girls fucking a guy with strap on dildos, oral and
anal," Kristi said to Amelia.  They were walking through the studio,
meeting other actors.  "Most people wouldn't want their kids anywhere near
that kind of scene.  Was it - was it weird for you, to see that?  Really,
I'm curious."

   "Truth?  I thought it was funny.  They don't have real cocks, he's
sucking a fake leather cock, like that does any good.  I've watched Mom
have anal sex before, I know she likes it, but that just now?  It was kind
of silly."

   "Amelia, you are a gem." Kristi hugged her naked young friend.

   The cast assembled for dinner outside the catering van, and Amelia was
finally able to meet everybody at once.  She really liked Kevin and
Jasmine, who enjoyed learning about Michaela and her father.

   "You don't have a Daddy, do you?" Jasmine said.  She was caressing her
father's balls while she licked his bare chest.

   "Well, I know who he is, we've met, but Mom says he's a jerk.  Mom
raised me pretty much by herself."

   "Do you want to fuck older men?" Kevin asked.

   "Dead honest truth, I want to fuck EVERYBODY.  God yes.  I've been horny
enough to jump start a battleship ever since my first day in the Naked In
School program.  But I've been keeping my virginity because of my promise
to Mom.  I just get hornier and suck more cock and masturbate a lot.  But
after tomorrow, damn, look out world!"

   Jasmine smiled at Amelia while straddling her Daddy's cock so he could
fuck her at the dinner table, and blew her a kiss.  "Good luck, sister,"
she said.

   Elliot came up to Amelia and Melissa, with Robin by his side.  Robin was
wearing a crimson bra that accentuated her already remarkable boobs, and a
black and red kimono that she wore open.  She kissed Melissa and greeted
Amelia with a hug.

   "Oh.  My.  God.  Mom, when I get rich and famous, can I have a body like
hers?"

   "We'll see, angel."

   "Amelia," Elliot said, "there's a scene we want to shoot after dark
tonight, it'll involve you and Robin and two of the guys.  We'll give you
wardrobe.  Cool?"

   "Do I get to lick her boobies?"

   "Baby," Robin said in her sultry voice, "you get to watch me suck off
two guys till they cum all over my boobs.  Then you lick the cum off my
body, and I kiss my way down your body until I reach your clitty and give
you a screaming orgasm.  Deal?"

   "Mom, I just fell in love, can I marry her?"

   "Get in line, angel."

   After dark, the crew set up a shot involving a horse and carriage, a
forest path and a sword fight.  Lights were positioned and camera crews
moved to their places.

   Robin was the Rogue Duchess , protecting the Queen from Baron Roderick's
forces, who wanted to rape her before the coronation and throw Tarsis into
chaos.  The palace was no longer safe for the Virgin Queen, so Miranda was
transporting her to a secret location.  David Wang and Alex Cornelius were
the Baron's men, determined to deflower and desecrate her.

   The scene was set, the actors ready.  Amelia wore a simple cotton
nightshirt, held closed by only two buttons, but Robin looked stunning in a
tight black leather corset and breeches, riding boots and a short cape.  A
rapier hung from her hip.  Her corset, or what it was almost failing to
conceal, was the center of attention for everyone there.

   "And....action!"

   Miranda flicked the reins and drove the carriage into view on the forest
path.  As she got set to urge the horse onward, two bandits stepped into
the path.

   "Stay hidden, my Queen!  This won't take long." The young Queen nodded
and nestled deeper under blankets, just her eyes peeking through.

   Miranda dismounted the carriage step and stood to challenge the men.

   "Baron Roderick declares this land forfeit, in the absence of a Queen
upon the throne of Tarsis.  We demand a toll and inspection of all traffic
through this forest."

   "I recognize no such authority."

   "Stand clear, wench.  Or my colleague might get...adventurous."

   "Ha!  Bring it on." Miranda drew her rapier and the fight ensued.  She
got some good jabs in, but two against one is an uneven fight and Miranda
soon found her corset sliced open, spilling her boobs out, and another
several flicks of the blade left her naked and helpless.  Defeated, she
knelt before her attackers.

   "Oho, methinks the lady awaits further punishment!"

   "Well, never one to disappoint a lass..."

   The first bandit opened his codpiece to reveal his huge, hungry
erection. He rubbed it against Miranda's cheek and she responded to his
treatment by sliding her tongue along his shaft.  The bandit dropped his
sword and focussed on the gorgeous woman and her mouth, sucking his huge,
hard cock.

   "Tis unfair to claim all the prize, no?  Stand aside," the second bandit
said, "and yield me a share in this lady's bounty."

   Miranda worked her magic on both men, expertly sucking two cocks at once
between hand and mouth.  One of them withdrew and moved around to fuck her,
and she soon found the pleasure of both men, stolen in forest moonlight. 
Even though they were technically overpowering her, she was obviously
enjoying herself.  She teased and coaxed them, taking one man in her mouth
and the other in her pussy.

   The first bandit succumbed to her ministrations and came hard, shooting
three long, sticky ropes of cum across her face and down her boobs.  He
fell away and she turned to receive the second bandit's tribute, as he
moved from her pussy to her mouth.  She stroked his cock eagerly, massaging
his balls, until he gave in and smothered her amazing cleavage with a
copious shower of hot sperm.  She licked his cock clean until he collapsed,
his energy spent with his jizem.

   "Now, lads, the victory is mine!" With cum still dripping from her chin,
Miranda jumped up, kicked their swords away, and tied them together, back
to back.  Three quick flicks of her rapier and they were struggling with
their breeches around their ankles.

   "There is so much power," she said philosophically, "in cum, and just
think how much you have spent - and I have gained!" She glanced down at her
dripping bosom.  "Away now, and watch out for stinging nettles!" She kicked
them away and they stumbled off into the night.

   Miranda, naked, returned to the carriage to check on the Queen.

   "You are well, milady?"

   "Miranda, you risked your life...  I saw what they did to you...  how
can I ever repay your courage?

   "You are the Queen, and you are my charge, and you are...so
beautiful...laying there..."

   She climbed into the back of the carriage and kissed the Queen's lips.
The young girl tasted sperm, and eagerly lapped at the spilled cum still
dripping from Miranda's face and boobs, flicking a tiny tongue over her
nipples.  Miranda writhed and moaned sensually and returned her Queen's
affections, kissing her way down the young girl's naked body, until at last
she teased her clit with her tongue, flicking and sucking and gently
nipping until the Queen tensed, and moaned, and writhed in ecstasy as a
body-shaking orgasm overpowered her.

   "The Queen is yet a virgin," Miranda said cheekily, "but first taste of
passion, tis mine!"

   "And cut!  Robin, you are fucking perfect."

   "Ha, thanks!  I need to pee."

   Back at the studio, Amelia observed that it was midnight, and now
officially her birthday!

   "And in the coronation scene, you will indeed lose your virginity," her
mother replied.  "Hold out till then?"

   "Okay, Mom," she sighed, "for a few more hours."

   People were returning their costumes to wardrobe.  Those who lived close
enough were driving home, others had rooms at a nearby motel.

   "The girls all share one double room at the motel, Amelia, like a big
slumber party," Claire said, "Do you want to join them?"

   "Um, sure.  Mom?  Where are you sleeping?"

   "I...dunno?  With Kristi I guess?"

   Just then Sven arrived, in full regency attire, his massive erection
barely contained by his white breeches.

   "Lady Melissa, my trailer is just there, and plenty room for two.  May I
have the pleasure of your body - I mean company?"

   "Gleep," Melissa said in a small voice as she was led away.

   "Rock that trailer, Mom!"

   Amelia joined Claire and Helen Carter for the short ride to the motel.
Claire went off to find Elliot while Amelia and Helen went up to the girl's
room.

   It was two adjoining rooms with the door opened between them, and the
girls had decorated them for their week-long stay with posters of Amanda
Suk and Succubus Night, and the EC Morgan films 'Faceball - the Movie' and
'NTSB: Nude Teen Slut Board (Airline Safety has never been sexier!)'. 
Assorted dildos and vibrators and bottles of lube were scattered about, and
lingerie was draped across chair backs.
Donna Delicious looked up from her phone as they came in, and cocked an

eyebrow at Amelia.  "Dude, do you even OWN any clothes?!"

   "Sure, I just don't like wearing 'em."

   "Fair enough," Donna replied, and returned to her phone.

   The bathroom door flew open and Tamara danced out.  She was wearing a
nothing but a Succubus Night babydoll T, featuring the band's iconic
she-male demon, a red-skinned woman with horns and bat wings, big boobs and
a huge erection.  Tamara grabbed Amelia and danced a couple of spins with
her, threw her on the bed and straddled her, covering Amelia's mouth with
her pussy.

   "Eat me, lick me, fuck me oh so right," she sang, "and we can illingus
till the morning li-iiight!" She eagerly gyrated her pussy over Amelia's
mouth, who responded by holding her ass and sliding her tongue into
Tamara's moist, horny young pussy.

   Helen joined in by burying her head between Amelia's legs and teasing
the naked thirteen year old girl, licking her clit and lapping at her pussy
until she had yet another body-shaking, wet, moaning orgasm.

   "Oh damn," Amelia said after a while, "I could maybe get used to that."

   Helen smiled and kissed her.  She was wearing a long night-dress, which
had 'Show me how much you love me Daddy' written in a little girl's
handwriting in pink crayon, and was covered in fake cum stains.

   Donna looked up from her phone at Amelia.

   "You really still a virgin, girl?  For real?  In this business?"

   "Yes, but not for much longer.  My mom made me promise I'd stay a virgin
till I'm a teenager.  Well, now I'm thirteen, and in the coro-something
scene tomorrow, I get fucked for real, on camera.  God I can't wait!"

   "Oh!  That's why we changed everything up," Emily O said, joining the
conversation.  Emily wore an oversize 'Support the Girl Sluts' T shirt that
she'd cut open down the front.  It hung loose, revealing her beautiful
young body.  She sat on the bed next to Amelia, and casually rubbed the
young girl's bare bottom.

   "Changed?  What changed?" Amelia asked.

   "Oh god, everything!  We were filming in Houston, that's where Elliot
and Claire live.  And Sara Sizzle was gonna play the Queen.  You seen House
of 10,000 Orgasms?  She's hella hot.  Anyway, so suddenly she's off the
film and we're moving the entire shitload out here.  I guess having a real
virgin pop her cherry on film is a big deal."

   "So there's this big rumor going around that she's gonna 'get even' but
we ain't seen shit," Tamara said.

   "Hey bitches," Helen said suddenly, "Imma get my labia pierced. 
Whaddaya think?" She held her legs open to show where, and teased herself
with two fingers.

   "What, a ring?  Hit it, girl."

   "After this wraps," Donna said while idly tracing a finger over Tamara's
pussy, "what we got next?  Claire say anything?"

   "Elliot's got some zombie movie.  A camp for teen sexaholics is next to
a graveyard..."

   "Zombie porn, ewww!" Helen said, and Donna threw a dildo at her.

   "Rigor mortis means he's always hard....." Amelia said, and the girls
giggled and jumped on her on the bed.

   Much kissing and several shared orgasms later, Amelia laying with her
head in Tamara's lap.

   "So this is your job, for real?  Teen porn films?"

   "Naah, we only get together two or three times a year, when Claire calls
us.  We all got regular jobs," Donna said.  "Well, sorta' regular.  I'm a
teen stripper, Tamara does modeling."

   "How'd you get into it?  These films I mean."

   "Same as you I guess.  Claire found me, I was an extra, she offered me a
position on their list of teen actresses.  There's like 30 of us all over."

   The motel room door opened and Roberta came in, grinning like a naughty
schoolgirl.  She tossed a small bottle of something to Donna, who caught it
easily.

   "Guess what!" Roberta enthused, "Robin's signed me up for Natural
Wonders.  My first consultation is next Friday.  These girls -" she
stripped quickly, revealing her pretty nude body and cupped her breasts, "-
are gonna be as big as yours!  Oh, that's something new they got, for
advanced treatment.  If your body begins to reject the injections, that
shit - you drink it - neutralizes foreign elements in the body."

   "What, so my boobs go all floppy?"

   "Yeah until you get regular silicone implants.  S'what Robin said
anyway."

   "Two a.m.," Helen said, looking at the clock.  "Says here they deliver
pizza all night.  Who's in?"

   "Pizza guy flash party!" Tamara exclaimed, and a call was made for two
large sausage pizzas.  Thirty minutes later, all the girls stripped nude
and waited out on the second story walkway for the unsuspecting delivery
driver.  He pulled in, got out of the car, checked the address number,
looked up, and stopped, staring.

   "C'mon baby," Donna called out, "we've been waiting for you..."

   "We don't bite...much."

   "You've got the sausage I need!" Amelia called out, and everyone
cheered.

   The pizza driver walked, very slowly and unsteadily, up the steps to the
second floor, where he was greeted enthusiastically by six naked, horny,
gorgeous teenage girls who dragged him into their room.

   When he finally made his way back for his next call, half an hour later,
he realized he'd never gotten a tip, and he really didn't care.

   The girls finally went to sleep a little after three am; Amelia was
nestled in a nude 3-girl spoon between Helen and Emily.

   The following morning, Sunday, she was up at eight, eager to film her
'big scene'.  The rest of the girls woke a little later, and Tamara and
Emily saved time by having sex in the shower.  The car finally arrived and
everyone climbed in for the trip back to the studio.

   Amelia met her mother at the studio entrance; Melissa looked like she'd
been awake all night, and couldn't be happier.  "Mom, you are seriously
glowing!" Amelia exclaimed, greeting her with a wet kiss.  "Have a good
night?" Melissa responded with a nod, and mimed sucking a salami.

   Amelia learned that her big scene would film at one o'clock, so she had
time to watch other scenes filming, read the script, and talk to Claire and
her mother about joining the list of girls in EC Morgan films.  They were
both enthusiastic about the prospect, so forms were filled and ID's
recorded.

   Part IV

   1 p.m.  came at last.  It seemed to Amelia she'd been waiting a
lifetime. She had been through makeup and wardrobe, and looked resplendent,
young, gorgeous and supremely fuckable in the revealing coronation gown. 
Her haired was frosted and teased up in a style reminiscent of Marie
Antoinette; her nipples and pussy were highlighted, and she felt like she
was truly a fairy tale princess.

   The other actors, crew and stagehands filed in.  The centerpiece of the
room was a big feather bed, designed with access for several camera angles.
All the male actors in this scene were nude, and Sven was as hard and erect
as ever.  Where did he get his stamina?!

   Amelia awaited her entrance by the throne room door while the other
girls took their places inside.  Melissa joined her outside, as the Queen's
Lady, her personal attendant.

   Melissa's gown was dark blue and gold, with an abundantly revealing
cleavage that almost didn't do the job.

   "Mom!  Oh god we're almost there, I can't believe it.  I love you so
much!"

   "Happy birthday, my little angel.  I love you too." They kissed eagerly,
being careful not to muss themselves up quite yet, and awaited their cues.

   The other girls waited inside, as members of the Court of Tarsis.  Donna
and Emily were topless, and the others had clothes and gowns that could be
removed with ease.

   Elliot took his place as director, signaled the crew, and called,
"Action!"

   The Court Regent called for attention.  He was an older, greying man
with a pot belly and a scarred face.  "Lords and Ladies, gentles all.  All
the Kingdom of Tarsis mourn the passing of Queen Olivia.  But while we
mourn for the past, we celebrate the future, for behold - a Virgin Queen
anew ascends the throne." Trumpets blew a fanfare and palace guards opened
the chamber doors.  The Virgin Queen, accompanied by her Lady, strode into
the throne room.

   All eyes drank in the vision of her beauty.  Not yet fully grown, with
honey gold hair piled high, she wore a gown of gold and crimson that framed
her young body but left her fully exposed.  It drew the eye to her young,
tender breasts, exposed to all the world, and her smooth, pure, ripe pussy.
She walked unafraid, with the grace of a panther, the confidence of a
lioness.  With her Lady by her side, she walked the perimeter of the room,
greeting royal guests and members of court.  Every man she met came away
erect and every woman was enamored of her grace, charm and sensuality.

   Finally she stood before the Court Regent, who greeted her with a low
bow.

   "Milady," he said, doing nothing to hide his desire, "Tarsis tradition
demands that the man who transforms from Virgin Queen to Queen Royal bear
the mark, a rose tattoo upon his manhood.

   "We have assembled the finest of the men of Tarsis who bear the mark. 
Your Ladyship may review the candidates and choose the one most worthy."

   He motioned to a guard, who in turn presented five men.  All were
strong, handsome, naked, with huge, urgent, savage erections.  The Queen
and her Lady spent some time touching them, inspecting them, stroking their
cocks, examining their marks.  The attention drove them all mad with
desire, made one man seep precum, and another nearly shot his sperm too
early.

   Finally and with much remorse, the Queen faced the Court Regent.

   "As fine, proud and potent as these men are, none bear the true mark of
Tarsis.  None may claim my maidenhead."

   The Court Regent was about to respond when a commotion outside
interrupted the throne room.  "See to it," he said to a guard.

   The door flew open and the Rogue Duchess Miranda strode in, her black
cloak barely concealing her nude body.  Her huge breasts swayed under the
thin cloak.

   "My Queen," she said, bowing low.  "These men are deceivers, placed by
Baron Roderick.  The man you seek is the Scarlet Fox."

   "The Bandit Prince, Herald of Tenyari?!" the Court Regent said, aghast,
"he eludes capture at every turn!"

   "Until today.  My Queen, royal court, please welcome Sir Dawson, the
Bandit Prince." Miranda bowed low, the gesture spreading her cloak wide.  A
younger man of slender build walked in alone, wearing a black mask and
cloak.  Beneath the cloak he was naked, and his erect cock occasionally
stood out as he walked.

   He stood before Miranda, the Queen and her Lady.  He kept his mask on
but dropped the cloak, revealing a man of slender build with an achingly
erect cock.

   Miranda stroked his chest, making his cock twitch and jump.  "Inspect
your Bandit Prince," she urged.

   The Queen and her Lady looked him over, and stroking his cock to full
size assured them of his validity.

   "He bears the mark!  Tarsis does not fall.  Milady, if you would?"

   The Queen faced the assembled audience as her Lady unclasped the belt
and removed her gown from behind.  Naked, young and beautiful, the Queen
lay upon the bed.

   "Physician, if you would inspect Her Majesty?"

   The Court Physician, a tall, thin man with a hook nose and spectacles,
leaned over the young Queen and carefully inspected her vagina, lingering
perhaps a bit longer than strictly necessary.  At last he reluctantly arose
and turned to face the court.

   "Her Majesty is pure," he said, and the assembled guests cheered.

   A young woman took her place next, bearing a small vial of thick, clear
liquid on a velvet pillow.  Using an ivory dripper, she spread some over
the Queen's moist, clean pussy.

   Finally the Queen's Lady, in a move considered brash, let her own
clothes fall away and climbed onto the bed.  She let her breasts rub
against the Queen's body as she whispered into her ear.

   "Long life and many loves," she said, "all who know you, adore and
desire you, as do I.  May this moment be the start of a long path of
pleasure and satisfaction." She lovingly kissed her way down the Queen's
body, caressing and nurturing her.  She ended at the Queen's young, tender
pussy which she teased and toyed with her probing, sensual tongue.  She
lapped at the lubricant, which had a slight tang of apples.

   When the Queen was moaning softly, writhing beneath her Lady's
ministrations, she rose and stepped away from the bed, her clothes under
one arm.

   "Sir Dawson," the Court Regent said with quiet dignity, one hand on his
shoulder, "the moment is yours.  Make well the Queen Royal."

   He nodded and stroked his cock, and climbed onto the bed with the Queen.
Ignoring the crowd assembled to watch, he took her in his arms and kissed
her lovingly, starting with her ears and her neck.  He made love to the
Queen, slowly, adoringly, letting her savor every moment.  Finally, when he
knew she could wait no longer, he stroked his cock and teased her pussy,
and mounted his Virgin Queen.

   Her long, slow, sensuous breathing grew momentarily sharp and her eyes
grew wide.  She gasped, just once, as he penetrated her, then settled back
on the bed and wrapped her slender legs around his body.  She rode with
him, matching his pace, their lover's dance moving as one.  With increasing
urgency he thrust, pounding into her; she matched his drive, her breath
coming in deep, ragged gasps.  They thrust together, the Bandit Prince
fucking the Queen, until at last he let out a bellow of triumph.  He
pounded into her, savagely, plundering her maidenhead.  Cameras all over
the studio moved in close to capture the curve of her toes, her tight
little fists pounding her lover's back, his huge, rigid cock pounding
impossibly far inside her unplumbed depths, but most carefully and
lovingly, from either side, capturing the moment and the look of intense,
soul-fulfilling joy on her young face.  She moaned aloud, writhing on the
bed, until they finally came together - the Queen Royal was no longer
virgin.  Her whole body tingled, down to her fingertips; she felt so very
alive, so full of energy!

   "Tarsis has her Queen again," the Court Regent declared, and the people
cheered.  Milady Queen, by what name would you be known?" he asked of the
young monarch.

   "Queen Lorelei," she gasped.

   "Court of Tarsis, stand and acknowledge Queen Lorelei!  By right of
custom, you may now fuck the Qu---"

   "Hey, what's wrong with the Queen's Lady?" someone asked.

   "Cut!  What was that?!" Elliot demanded.

   "Dude, look!"

   Melissa was sitting on the floor, her gown forgotten in one hand.  Her
eyes were unfocussed, her breath was coming in short, stubborn gasps, her
lips turning blue.  Kristi raised Melissa's hand and it fell back,
unresponsive.

   "Oh god Melissa, what....help us!"

   "What the FUCK is happening on my set?!  Lock the studio doors, nobody
leaves!"

   Amelia jumped from the bed and knelt before her mother.  She tried to
hold her hands, then cradled her mother's face in her hands.

   "Mom!!  Oh god no Mom!  Someone help!"

   She vaguely heard Elliot shouting something, people running about, a big
commotion.  None of that mattered - her whole world focussed down to her
mother's face, her soft, ragged breathing, her hands cradling her.

   "Don't die, Mommy.  I need you to live.  Please don't die." Tears stung
her cheeks, she felt her body swaying.  "Take my energy, Mommy.  Take it. I
love you Mommy.  Please, please don't die...don't die, Mommy..."

   After a moment she was aware of someone else in her field of vision. 
Robin held a bottle of something to Melissa's lips.

   "Drink this, Melissa.  Can you try?  For Amelia?"

   A little liquid dribbled out of her mouth, but she blinked and pursed
her lips.  Robin poured more of the liquid into Melissa's mouth and she
automatically tried to swallow.  A little more, and she blinked.  Then she
tried to hold the bottle.

   Three people helped her into a chair, and after a moment she sat up. 
The miracle liquid revived her, color came back into her cheeks.  Her eyes
focussed and the first thing she saw was her daughter's beautiful, worried
face.  She reached out to touch Amelia's cheek and the young girl fell
forward, bawling, holding onto her mother for dear life.  Deep,
body-shaking sobs tore through her young body as she held onto her mother.

   Someone helped them both to sit on the bed and soon everybody was
clustered around them, touching, hugging, many people crying.

   "It says it neutralizes foreign elements in the body," Robin said,
looking at the empty bottle.  "Something new from Natural Wonders, in case
the body rejects an injection...  I figured, what the hey, let's try it."

   "Robin," Melissa said slowly, "never doubt yourself.  You are genius. 
And you, Amelia...that's two I owe you.  You are my angel." They hugged
again, and Amelia kissed her mother lovingly.

   Three hours later, after a trip to the hospital for a check-up and a
clean bill of health, Elliot explained that Sara Burke had paid someone to
switch the lubricant with a neurotoxin.  It might have killed Amelia had
Melissa not licked it off before it could take effect.  So while Amelia was
losing her virginity, her mother was succumbing to the poison.  Sara's
accomplice was apprehended and arrested, and Sara herself was being called
in for questioning.

   Amelia and Melissa sat on the throne room bed along with all the other
girls, and everyone else was in the room.

   "We wanted this to be a surprise," Claire said, "but we didn't think it
would get this crazy....." Amelia gave her a quizzical eye.

   The door was opened and Travis, still dressed as the Bandit Prince, came
in carrying a huge birthday cake.  It was red velvet with white and pink
icing, and all thirteen candles were little wax penises.

   "Mom, you are a total dork!" Amelia laughed, "You're helping me blow
this out, don't argue."

   Paper plates and plastic forks appeared, and the cake was cut and
enjoyed by all.

   The company sang a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday, but changed the
naming line to 'non virgin Amelia'.

   "Mom, Robin's 'Yummy Elixir' saved your life, you know that, right?"

   "Of course!" she replied between bites of cake.

   "You think I can get on the Natural Wonders program?"

   "We'll see, angel."

   "Amelia, if I may?" Robin interjected, "look at your mother's breasts.
They are beautiful!  Really, Natural Wonders is good, but I don't think you
need it.  All you need is three years.  Give it time."

   Sven wandered by to wish Melissa well and give Amelia a birthday kiss,
and the young girl grabbed a piece of cake, smooshed it around the end of
Sven's remarkable cock and held it out for her mother.

   "I love cream filling!" she exclaimed and did her best to lick it all
off, while everyone laughed.

   "More for the blooper reel," Elliot remarked.

   "Okay, tomorrow we reconvene and shoot the remainder of the coronation
scene, starting with the line 'Royal Court and assembled guests, you may
now fuck the Queen."

   Elliot assembled the cast and crew for the final scene in the throne
room.

   "Amelia, you look radiant.  Melissa, good?  Yes?  Excellent.  Okay
people, places and...

   Action!"

   "Royal Court, and assembled guests, you may now fuck the Queen."

   Queen Lorelei, flushed and exhilarated from her coronation, felt her
whole body tingling.  By Tarsis tradition the entire court was allowed, and
expected, to show the new Queen their adoration and appreciation.

   "Queen Lorelei," Duke Ashton said, his voice a low rumble, you look...
most fuckable."

   "Duke Ashton, please do not deny your pleasure.  We truly desire you."

   Duke Ashton stripped quickly out of his tunic and breeches, revealing a
tanned, exotic body and a rock hard, proud eager cock.  He kissed his Queen
lovingly, his coarse hands exploring her body.  She wrapped her small
fingers around his cock and stroked him, letting her desire for his body
consume her.  She arched her back, offering herself.  He kissed her mouth,
her neck, her teen breasts, and he let his cock find her soft, willing
pussy.

   With a thrust he entered her and the Queen moaned aloud, a voice borne
of wanton lust and desire.  She rocked her body to match his thrusts,
urging his passion deeper.  Duke Ashton fucked his Queen, his cock
exploring her young, fresh pussy.

   Queen Lorelei felt someone's cock brush her cheek and she turned her
head, her mouth eager to satisfy.  Duke Margau's hard cock found a
welcoming tongue sliding along his shaft, and eagerly slipped his cock
between the Queen's lips.  She sucked hard, her hand stroking his shaft,
while Duke Ashton found his pleasure and erupted into her pussy.  Queen
Lorelei gasped in delight and watched as the Duke's cock slap a string of
cum against his own belly.  He clumsily stepped aside as Lord Pelleus,
already naked, paid homage and desire to his Queen.

   Duke Margau shot a long stream of cum into Queen Lorelei's young mouth,
on her cheek, in her hair.  She grinned and licked as much spilled cum from
his cock as she could.  Lord Pelleus took no time in thrusting his thick,
wide cock into his Queen's pussy, fucking her hard and fast.  And before
she could express her gratitude, he was spent, cum seeping from between her
thighs.

   "My Dalliance would honor you, my Queen," Lady Margaret said with
feigned civility.  "Baron Roderick sends his regards."

   The Dalliance, Lady Margaret's beautiful brown-skinned sex toy, climbed
nude onto the bed and lapped eagerly at the Queen's pussy, drinking the cum
oozing from her pussy.  She teased her clit and nibbled gently at her
labia, driving the Queen into orgasmic bliss.  Lady Margaret watched,
fingers teasing her own mostly-naked body, until Lord Hargrave took her
roughly and kissed her body with wild desire.

   "But...honor the Queen," she protested, until Queen Lorelei waved a
small hand.

   "Passion for the Queen is passion for all, Lady.  Any may find their
pleasure in my presence."

   With that decree, what few members of the Royal Court remained dressed
found themselves stripped and subjected to carnal passion fit for the Queen
of Sluts.

   "Cut....oh never mind," Elliot said.  It was obvious nobody was
listening.

   Melissa kissed her way up her daughter's well-fucked body, tasting cum,
sweat and desire.  She kissed Amelia passionately, their lingering kiss
caught on film.

   "Happy birthday, my angel.  I love you so very much."



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