The Making of Night Storms Part VI

    --Leslie Schmidt


This story (all 6 parts) is a sequel to my story "Night 
Storms."  I suggest you read that story first or this one wont 
make a whole lot of sense.


	The phone rang just as Joanne and Val were sitting 
down to a raisin bran breakfast. Joanne talked for a few 
minutes (Val could tell it was Steve).

	"Uh huh,...sure,...I think she'll love it,....We've 
got just the thing,...It's electric green,...Sure, I'll do 
that,...sounds like fun." She rung off.

	"What's up?"

	"Steve says the weather's perfect and he wants to 
shoot on the boat today," Joanne told her ten year old.

	"Cool!" Val replied, her face brightening. She 
wiped a drop of milk out of the corner of her mouth.

	"Do you know were that green bikini of yours is?"

	"I think it's in my dresser, why?"

	"Run and get it, Steve wants you in a bathing suit 
for something," she paused. "Probably for a nice 
undressing scene."

	Val giggled, the idea of Doug slowly pulling her 
bikini off made a tingle down between the child's legs. She 
slid off the stool and went down the hall while her mother 
rummaged in a drawer, pulling out a small pair of scissors.

	When Val returned, she handed the small strips of 
fabric to her mom who, between bites, started cutting the 
beige lining out of the top.

	"Why ya doing that?"

	"Make it sort of see through, at least when it's wet," 
Jo said as the first triangle of nylon fell to the counter and 
she switched to the other side of the top. Val munched on 
the bowl of cereal as she watched her mother then move to 
the bottoms, carefully cutting the lining out of the crotch.

	She put the suit down, then turned back to her 
breakfast. "Steve says he just wants some shots of 'random 
fucking' today." 

	Val picked up the bathing suit bottoms and held 
them to the light. "Can't wait to wear this at the pool, watch 
all the old farts trying to cover their hard-ons." She giggled 
again.

	Fifteen minutes later they were making their way 
down the Santa Monica freeway toward the ocean. Once 
they were southbound on Lincoln Blvd, Val started pulling 
her top off.

	"What's ya doing?" Jo asked.

	"Putting on my bathing suit, silly," Val replied as 
she worked her shorts and panties over her knees. The car 
stopped at a traffic light, a few of the pedestrians noticed 
the naked preteen in the front seat. One man smiled and 
gave her a thumbs up. The light turned and, as the masts of 
the sailboats at Marina Del Ray came into view, Val was 
busy adjusting her top over her rosebud nipples.

	Val was surprised to see that the location near 
Magic, the 39 foot ketch used in the film, had been turned 
into a Mexican seaport. All the signs were in Spanish, a 
bait and tackle shop had been turned into a cantina. Steve 
met them as they walked down the quay to Magic.

	"Nice suit," he said.

	"Can't wait to get it off," she replied.

	"All in good time, child," Steve replied, smiling at 
Joanne.

	The next two hours was spent making short shots as 
Val and Doug worked around the boat getting it ready for 
what, in the movie, would be a long transit from Cancun to 
Jamaica. In one shot, Val was filling the water tanks with a 
hose. As they overfilled, water sprayed up from the deck 
fitting, drenching her front. Taking this as a cue, the ten 
year old stood up and let the stream of water cascade down 
her front. The water was actually quite cold but, still, for 
the shot, she controlled her reaction as the wetting of the 
thin nylon showed the dark bumps of her nipples and the 
shadow of her clean slit. She was almost dry as they untied 
the lines and motored through the marina, then the 
breakwaters and into the Catalina Channel. Two other 
boats, diesel powerboats, moved along with them, making a 
low rumble. These were for distance shots of Magic as she 
sailed.

	Onboard magic, in addition to the Director, Steve, 
were two cameramen, a sound technician, on lighting tech 
and three crew to sail the boat. Soon after leaving the 
marina, Steve had the crew raise the sails, and then, using 
walky-talky radios, directed a number of shots of magic 
underway. Very soon, he had Val move forward and lay 
down in the sun on the deck just ahead of the main mast. 
Under the bright sun, Val was warm and didn't mind the 
instruction to pour water from a cup over her top, making 
her nipples stand out through the slightly translucent 
material. Next, she dribbled water into her navel which ran 
down her flat stomach and wetted the green bikini bottoms. 
The waist band clung to her skin, she moved the slow 
stream of water down and wetted her crotch. Now the rise 
of her clean mons, bisected by the dark image of her slit, 
was barely revealed. Knowing what she was doing, and the 
show she was putting on for the camera, made the ten year 
old incredibly horny, she couldn't wait until Steve called 
Doug up to relieve her.

	Doug's shadow passed over her as he knelt down on 
his knees next to the preteen goddess. First they kissed, 
entwining their tongues as Doug moved his hand up Val's 
thigh, using the knife edge of his pointer finger to massage 
the dark slit through the bathing suit. Val moaned softly 
and humped slightly against his hand. Doug moved down, 
kissing the child's chin, then her neck, then the skin where 
the triangles of green fabric met over her sternum. At the 
same time, he moved his hand up to the waistband of her 
bottoms, insinuating his finger underneath to gently stroke 
her hairless pus. Val gasped when he, using his teeth, 
pulled the fabric of her top aside, then sucked, hard, on the 
erect nipple. At the same time, he pushed a finger up inside 
her immature vagina, pushing against the small bump of 
her cervix, the entrance to the child's womb.

	Val reached down and, bringing her hand along the 
inside of Doug's thigh, reached through the leg hole of his 
brown swim trunks to stroke the hardening member 
underneath. Doug pulled his hand out of the girls bikini 
bottoms, then moved to the side and pulled on the tie over 
the child's hip. It came loose and he slowly pulled it across 
to the other, inch by inch, uncovering the perfect, bare sex 
of the child. Next he moved down the girl's torso, kissing 
and tonguing the clear smooth skin until he reached the top 
of her slit. Val whimpered and made small thrusts of her 
pelvis as she felt his tongue move along her sex and over 
her clitoris. Doug moved around, his knees between Val's 
legs (she could no longer reach his cock) and pulling the 
bikini bottoms down below her left knee, sucked and licked 
the smooth cunt. Val had her first of many orgasms, 
rocking to the expert strokes of Doug's tongue.

	As she lay back in the afterglow, Doug straightened 
up on his knees, then pulled his trunks down, releasing his 
enraged member. With no prompting, Val sat up, still 
between the man's knees, and took the angry red bulb into 
her mouth. Doug leaned back, one hand on Val's shoulder, 
the other on his hip, and humped his cock into the child's 
mouth. After a half minute of shooting, Steve called for the 
crew on Magic to go into the cabin so one of the chase 
boats could get a shot of the scene from a distance.

	After another few minutes Doug said, "Turn 
around, we're gonn'a go doggy style."

	Val smiled up, pulling his dick out of her mouth, 
"Cool!"

	There was a break in the action as Steve and the 
cameramen came back on deck. Steve directed Val to 
scramble out from between Doug's knees, then kneel on 
her hands an knees in front of him. Her round ass was 
spread, she flared it up towards him giving an awesome 
view of her pussy lips and dark pink ass hole.

	Doug stroked his schlong as he worked into 
position, spreading a thin coat of K-Y over himself. Val 
smiled and looked back at him, swinging her hips slightly. 
Doug placed the head of his cock at the entrance of the ten 
year old pussy, then pushed. Her thick lips parted, allowing 
the man's cock to slide between and disappear into her 
child-cunt. 

	Val threw her head back and moaned as she was 
penetrated by Doug's cock. The position was new, the 
feelings and sensations unique as she felt him drive deep 
inside her. She rocked back against him and felt a 
momentary pain as the head of his cock crashed against the 
entrance to her womb. Then she rocked forward and was 
surprised by the clean sensation of him moving inside her 
without other parts of his body against her.

	As they fucked, Steve directed the camera to get 
different shots, from the side, pictures of Valerie's face, 
Doug looking down, his hands on the girls hips as he watch 
his cock slide in and out of the preteen's cunt. Then they 
left the lovemakers, allowing the chase boats to film from a 
distance, catching the image of the two meeting only at the 
point of Doug's shaft, sliding in and out of Val from 
behind.

	Steve came back, along with the cameramen. By 
this time, Val had had at least four orgasms and the 
pressure was building in Doug. It would be the first of three 
times he would cum that day, and he was feeling a dull 
ache behind his balls as his cock became hypersensitive to 
the amazingly smooth and tight pussy of the ten year old. 
Knowing that the time had come, he started to piston into 
the girl, directing her rocking with his big hands on her 
hips. A couple of times he reached around and gently 
pinched her erect nipples, but then returned to her hips.

	"Ok, Doug, any time," Steve said.

	Doug was almost crazy for this release and Val 
wanted nothing more than to feel him filling her with his 
seed. She rocked back to meet his thrusts, her head back as 
another orgasm built deep inside her. Doug pushed deep 
inside her, then withdrew to the point that the head of his 
cock was just at the gates, then shoved back inside. In three 
more thrusts he was overcome and, as he slammed into the 
little girl, he fired an enormous load of sperm inside her. 
Again he pushed, pumping semen past the top of her cunt 
and into her child-womb. More filled her tight vagina and a 
froth of white jez appeared around her hairless pussy lips.

	She fell down, her arms collapsing, her ass still in 
the air, impaled on Doug's rigid cock as he pumped the last 
of his cum inside the child's pussy. Now he sank back, 
slowly rocking back onto his heels. His cock slid slowly 
out of her cunt, a long string of jez stretching between 
them, then broke. Doug panted for a half minute, then 
raised back up and, again placing his dick head against the 
child's slit, gently pushed back inside her. But, this time, he 
continued to push forward and she stretched out and lay 
down on her stomach, Doug covering her from behind. 
Then he rolled, pulling the child with him. She hooked her 
leg over his so her legs were apart and the camera caught a 
full length view of the lovers, coupled still, before they 
curled up like spoons and drifted into sleep.

	"All right, that's a wrap!" Steve called. Val came 
slowly back to her senses as the camera and sound men 
worked their way back to the cockpit, stumbling along as 
the boat worked in the seas.  It was lunchtime, so the cast 
and crew sat and ate sandwiches, drinking cokes and water. 
This time, sitting with the men, not working, Val felt a little 
uncomfortable being naked and she wrapped up in an 
oversized towel as they ate and discussed the finer points of 
sailing and sailboats. One of the chase boats approached 
and, as backup tapes of the morning shoots were handed 
one way, fresh batteries were passed the other.

	The wind was strengthening from the southwest, so 
Steve had them sail due west, beating out toward Santa 
Catalina Island. He needed the boat to give a good ride to 
make the afternoons filming easier.

	"I hope not too many people realize that the winds 
blow from the east in the Caribbean. These shots are 
supposed to be when you're sailing back to Jamaica, you'd 
be beating." He paused for a few minutes, studying the 
horizon, "Also have to frame the shots to keep the island 
out."

	It being a week day, there weren't many other boats 
around, but there was a constant line of tankers and 
freighters going in and out of Long Beach. "Those will be 
fine, there are always ships at sea." They continued along 
for a while. "Ya know, a lot of 'The Hunt for Red October' 
was filmed right here. Mostly the last scenes, where they're 
rescuing the crew off the submarine. It was supposed to be 
the middle of the Atlantic but, if you look closely, you can 
see the California coast and Catalina Island through the 
haze." They talked for a little while about the technical 
points of shooting at sea and Steve described the difficulty 
of maintaining consistency between shots because of the 
ocean's constantly changing nature.

	The talk lagged, obviously Steve was wasting time, 
after a while it became a little awkward. "Well, Doug, you 
think you're fully recovered?"

	"I'll never recover from that little sex slut," Doug 
said, smiling at Val.

	"Ok then," there was a pause as everyone turned to 
give the boss their attention, "I want a spuge shot." He 
looked at the child, "Val, all you've got to do in this shot is 
lay there like you're asleep, Doug'll do all the work." He 
winked at Doug who smiled back.

	"What's he going to do?"

	"You just lay there sleeping. I'm going to jerk off 
on you."

	"I'd wake up for that," Val giggled.

	"After he starts cumming, you do whatever comes 
to mind dear," Steve said. "I'm sure you'll have a surprise 
for us."

	For the next few minutes, Steve was busy 
instructing the crew on how he wanted the scene shot. 
Cameras were checked out, new tape and batteries 
installed, light levels checked. The boat was brought about 
and set on a broad reach before the wind, back toward 
Marina Del Ray. The sailing crew purposely adjusted the 
sails, even put a reef in the main, to slow the boat down.

	"Ok, Val, you just lie on the seat there and go to 
sleep," Steve instructed.

	The ten year old lay on her back, using a life 
cushion as a pillow and opened the sky blue towel. She 
closed her eyes, putting one arm over her head, the other by 
her side, her hand on her hip. She closed her eyes and tried 
to relax.

	The breeze blowing over her was comfortable, just 
a little bit chill when an eddy off the cool pacific water 
would rise over the side of the boat, then warm when the 
air just above the surface would be pushed down by the 
sails. It got very quiet, the sounds of the boat working, little 
groans, creaks, and clanks along with the sloshing and 
burbling of the water took over. Val relaxed.

	Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the men 
moving around her. A camera made a close up pan of her 
body, from her feet to her head, admiring every feature of 
the child lay out in the sun. More shots were taken of her 
face, hands, nipples, and especially her full and smooth 
pussy. Her legs were slightly apart and a close up from 
between her knees of the lovely meeting of her lips dwelled 
upon for more than two minutes.

	The entire time, Doug had been standing in back, 
admiring the child goddess who was the object of attention 
for no fewer than five men. He had been remembering the 
feeling of her, her tightness as he penetrated her, the 
wonder suction of her lips, the light scraping of her teeth 
along his cock. Most of all, he had been remembering the 
sight of her little body writhing as she was overcome with 
orgasm, ripples moving across her, the feeling of her 
incredibly tight and smooth pussy shivering as she came.

	Steve turned to Doug and gestured. Doug quickly 
ducked through the hatch down into the cabin, then turned 
around and climbed out. The camera followed him as he 
looked around the boat, then centered his attentions on the 
naked child. A smile played across his face, as an idea 
formed.

	Doug walked forward and stood over the girl, 
admiring her. He reached down and starts to stroke his 
cock. The sight of the naked preteen was intoxicating and 
soon Doug's cock had reached its full size. Doug quickened 
his pace, jerking off directly over the child. As the cum 
started to move, as he began to loose control, Doug leaned 
forward and aimed his cock at the child's chest. His first 
shot of white splashed across her sternum and collar bone. 
Another gob of slime landed in Val's armpit, the string 
stretched across her pectoral. Doug re-aimed and, as Val 
stirred, more of his jez landed on the girl's chin and across 
her lips.

	Val opened her eyes and, after a short moment of 
surprise, opened her mouth and caught Doug's last shot on 
her tongue. A long drip of cum stretched from his cock to 
Val's chest.

	"Mmmmm, Good morning," Val said.

	"You like my cum?" Doug said.

	Val rubbed her finger in a pool of slime on her 
chest, then put it in her mouth. Doug reached down and 
pushed more of his sperm from her chin into her mouth. 
Then he lifted more of his semen off the ten year olds chest 
and fed it to her.

	Val smiled up at her lover, pursing her lips and 
pushed some sperm out, then opened her mouth to show the 
camera her cum filled face. Then she closed her mouth and 
swallowed.

	There was another long break, again the boats met 
and exchanged tapes and batteries. Also, a make-up 
technician stepped across. This time there was also another 
small package passed, but Val didn't notice it in all the 
commotion. 

	Magic was set on an easy reach, moving northwest 
along the coast. The day had cleared and the California 
coast, from Long Beach almost to Santa Barbra was clear. 
Even the ubiquitous brown smog over LA had mostly 
dissipated. 

	"Val, go below with Jenni here and get cleaned up 
for the next scene," Steve called, indicating the make-up 
tech.

	Val was introduced to the discomforts of a marine 
toilet and shower, and was feeling a little seasick as she sat 
on a pipe berth and had her hair (in tangles) combed out. 
She was very happy to get back on deck and into the sun 
and wind.

	"Ok, Dear," Steve looked up at her, "I'd like to do 
the dildo scene. Do you remember it?"

	"Yeah."

	"Have you ever used a vibrator before?" Steve 
asked.

	"Oh, yeah, mom and I..." Val trailed off, then was 
embarrassed when she saw the knowing smiles on a few 
faces.

	"Well, here," Steve handed her the same vibrator 
her mother had introduced to her a week earlier.

	"That's mom's...." again her voice trailed off.

	"Ok, Places Everyone!" Steve called out.

	Val was a little flustered as she took the plastic 
phallus and went back down into the cabin. She twisted the 
end and it buzzed-checking the batteries.

	"Action!"

	Val paused for a moment, remembering her lines, 
then gaining her composure. The crew looked expectantly 
at her from up on deck as she thought for a moment. She 
turned off the tool, then looked down, getting ready. When 
she looked back up into the camera which was on deck, she 
was smiling.

	"Look what I found!" she giggled as she bounced 
up on deck.

	"Oh....aaaa,....yeah," Doug stumbled.

	Valerie plopped down on the seat opposite Doug. 
"Now, let's see,...how does this work?" She inspected the 
tool. After a few seconds, the electric motor came to life 
with a buzz.

	"Humm..." Val feigned an academic interest, 
knowing that she was making fun of Doug. She ran the tip 
of the dildo around her right nipple, "Oh!" Then she moved 
the length of the shaft along her left, "MMMmmmm, I 
think I'm going to like this toy."

	Next she moved it down and pushed it against her 
slit, because she was sitting up, even leaning forward a 
little, she pushed it between her pussy and the seat. "Oh, 
yeah," she breathed quietly. She leaned back, spreading her 
knees and began to move the shaft along the length of her 
hairless cooch. After a couple of slow strokes, she started 
moving it faster and started breathing a little harder. 
Another camera got a shot of Doug watching the ten year 
old masturbate, slowly stroking himself to hardness.

	The child slouched way down and pulled her knees 
up, almost to her shoulders, completely exposing the twin 
ridges of her thick outer lips, pulling them apart so the 
camera could see her hooded clit and thin inner lips, these 
also pulled slightly apart. She pointed the vibrater and 
pushed it, but it wouldn't slide in.

	Steve motioned one of the set hands and he stepped 
forward, "Here, let me grease it up," he said.

	Val came out of her rivalry and looked up at him, 
then held the tool up. He took it and, from a tube, spread a 
thin layer of jelly over it, then handed it back to the girl. 
"Thanks," she said. Again she paused.

	"Whenever you're ready, we're still shooting," 
Steve said.

	Again, the ten year old composed herself, then 
started masturbating for the cameras. After just a couple of 
times moving the tip along her wide open slit, she pointed 
and pushed the toy. This time it slid easily into the child, 
half its length disappearing between her lips as she felt the 
vibrations deep within her. For the camera, she fucked 
herself for at least five minutes, but she didn't cum. When 
she pulled it out and firmly pushed the head against her red 
and engorged clit that the dam broke. She shivered, 
humping her pussy up towards the lens, and made several 
high squeaks as she came. Then, as the waves receded, she 
again pushed the dildo deep inside her, lowered her feet 
back to the deck and lifting her arms over her head, the dim 
buzzing could barely be picked up by the microphones.

	Now it was Doug's turn to, for the third time that 
day, blow his jez. He moved forward and, kneeling 
between her knees, started fucking her again with the dildo. 
Her eyes closed, her arms still over her head, Val started to 
move and breath with the fucking. A smile played over her 
lips. At a signal from Steve, Doug pulled the tool out of the 
child, then slammed his cock deep inside her.

	With a yelp, Val came awake. This was no gentle 
making love. This time the child was savagely fucked by 
Doug. He slammed the girl, pushing her up in the seat. Val 
threw her head back and had a series of violent orgasms, 
the veins and tendons in her neck standing out as Doug 
drilled into her. As she was rammed by Doug she 
experience repeated, short and intense orgasms. She 
groaned with each, both with pain from the violent fuck 
and with ecstasy. 

	As his cum built for the third time, just before he 
was to empty his sack, Doug pulled out, jerking hard on his 
cock and blew his load on the child's crotch. Then he 
pushed deep inside her again, pumping cum into her womb, 
only to pull out and stand up, white slime dripping off the 
wet bulb. He offered his cum and pussy juice covered dick 
to Val and she hungrily took it deep in her mouth, sucking 
hard to get the last of his sperm.

	His cock still in her mouth, Doug brushed her hair 
back. "God, you're the most awesome fuck." It wasn't in 
the script, he really meant it. 

	With the wind coming up, it was an exciting ride 
back into Marina Del Ray, Val sat almost the entire time on 
the bow, her legs dangling over the side. Val didn't put her 
suit back on until the boat was tied up. Joanne was at the 
dock, she had spent the day on one of the chase boats and 
had, obviously, been sunning herself, getting rid of the tan 
lines that came from using the pool at the apartment.

	"So, it looked like you were having a good time," 
she said, greeting her daughter.

	"Yeah, I love sailing!"

	"I meant the other thing."

	"Oh, yeah," the ten year old giggled. "I kind'a like 
that doggy style."

	"So do I, dear," her mother said. "Let's get home 
and showered, then we'll go out for dinner.

	They were mostly quiet on the drive home, both of 
them were sleepy after a day on the water and, as they sat 
in traffic, Val dozed off while Jo listened to the evening 
news on KNX. Her mother pushed on her shoulder, waking 
her up after parking the car at their apartment. "Come on, 
sleepy bum," Jo said. "Race ya to the showa!"

	Mother and daughter ran laughing up the steps and 
down the balcony to the door. As Val waited for Jo to 
unlock the door, she started pulling her suit off, first the 
top, then the bottoms. "Oh no you don't!" her mother 
protested and with her back to the door and blocking her 
daughter, Jo pulled her top off over her head, then slipped 
off her shorts and bikini bottoms. Giggling, she wrestled 
the green bikini away from Val, then threw all the clothes 
over the rail. Val hooted with laughter as she made a vain 
grab for her and her mother's clothes.

	"Ok, young lady, now you get to go get them."

	More laughter as the naked preteen ran back down 
the balcony to the stairs, then headed down. Jo stepped 
forward and watched her daughter as she collected the 
scattered clothes, then said hi to a downstairs neighbor as 
she came out her door, a surprised look on her face. Jo 
unlocked the door and slipped in, then closed it and locked 
it.

	"Mommmm.....Let me in!" Val shouted and 
laughed as she pounded on the door.

	"I get first dibbs on the shower," Joanne called.

	"Moommmmm!"

	"First dibbs, or you stay out there 'til I'm done!"

	"Oookay."

	Joanne unlocked the door, then hurried to the 
bathroom.

	Jo was under the cascade of hot water, her back to 
the spray, wetting her hair, when Val peeked around the 
curtain. "Can we share?"

	"Sure."

	Val stepped into the shower and Jo moved aside, 
letting the girl under the spray, her head down, wetting 
herself. From behind, Jo wrapped her arms around her 
daughter. Val leaned back against her mom, feeling her soft 
breasts against her shoulders and scratchy pussy hair just 
above her right butt cheek. The child reached behind her 
and pushed her hand into her mother's trimmed bush. Her 
finger naturally slid into the slit and over her clit. Jo 
exhaled, relaxing, squatting down very slightly. Val felt her 
mother's legs spread slightly and she understood what she 
wanted. The feel of her ten year olds fingers pushing up 
into her vagina brought Jo right to the edge. She kissed the 
top of Val's head as she reached down and returned the 
favor, sliding her fingers along the child's slit, then pushing 
a finger into the preteen.

	Both of them slowly sank to the floor of the shower 
as they fingered each others cunts. Jo's breath came in 
short gasps as Val was rocked by an orgasm. After their 
initial climaxes, the two gently washed each other. Val was 
intrigued by the feeling of her mother's soft breast, slippery 
with soap. Jo, for her part wanted very much to bring her 
little girl off orally, but first Val did it to her mom. She 
didn't much like the scratchy hair around her mother's cunt 
and Jo agreed to start shaving herself clean. They finished 
in a sixty-nine on the shower room floor, Jo on her back, 
lifting her head up to lick and suck her daughter while Val 
sucked her mother's clit and finger fucked her with two 
fingers.

	Out of the shower, they dried each other off, then 
combed and dried their hair. Dinner was delivered pizza 
(the delivery boy being surprised and delighted to be met at 
the door by two naked females). Then they curled up 
together in Jo's bed and slept.

	*	*	*

	"How do you feel about today?" Jo asked as they 
entered the make-up salon.

	"Fine, why mom?" Valerie started to pull her top 
off over her head, shaking her hair free.

	"Well, this is the first time you'll be with...well it's 
not Doug," Jo took her daughters offered shorts and 
panties, putting them in a nylon gym bag.

	Val, now completely naked, walked to the chair and 
settled in. "It's OK mom, it's not as if..." she paused when 
the technician started to brush out her hair, "...we're just 
fooling around."

	Jo decided to take her daughter's attitude at face 
value, however she was still a little concerned. Val only 
slightly knew Chris, Doug's son and the boy who was to 
play her half brother, Josh. This time, Val was handed a 
flannel night gown to wear but no panties.

	The studio was completely changed, off along a 
darkened edge were the break-away walls which made up 
the inside of Magic, they had been replaced by a typical 
British teenage boys bedroom. A Manchester United poster 
on the wall, computer and video game console on the desk, 
unmade bed, dirty socks, discarded shoes.

	Chris was standing there, in his undershorts, 
looking uncomfortable. Steve and Doug were talking to 
him, giving him directions, when Val and Jo came in. After 
a minute, Steve noticed them and waved them over.

	"We've been going over the stage directions with 
Chris," Steve said to Val. "We just want a few minutes of 
film." Now he talked to the whole group. "Val knows how 
to make sure the camera gets the best shot. Chris, if she 
moved your hand in a certain way just take her hints. Don't 
lay too much against her, we need to see the action." He 
paused for effect, "I'll chime in only if I really need to." 
Again he paused, "And Chris, if you're about to loose it, 
tell us so we can either stop for a little while or get the final 
shots."

	Making the scene was really not all that much fun 
for Val. Chris was very awkward, all elbows and knees. He 
was, in turns, too rough and too soft in his touch to really 
get her off. They never kissed. Still, with Val laying on her 
back, her night gown up around her abdomen, Chris did 
manage to bring her to a small orgasm, pushing his finger 
way up inside her while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

	Twice they had to stop for Chris to calm down, he 
lay panting and was sweating quite a bit. Finally, during a 
break, Steve told Val to finish the scene the next time. 
Again, Val was on her back, spread out for the camera as 
Chris fingered her clear clam. This time, as he lay next to 
her and humped against her side, she took his cock and held 
it, sandwiched between her hand and hip. Chris began to 
hump faster.

	"Go ahead," Val whispered to him. She really 
wanted to sit up and take him in her mouth but...

	With this he seemed to loose control and started 
really humping hard against her. She held his cock so it was 
just over her hip and across her belly. Chris grunted and she 
felt his warm semen plop across her belly, a large gob 
landing in her navel. Like father, like son, he continued to 
pump sperm long after most men would have been empty 
and, when he finally rolled away from her, her stomach was 
soaked with his seed. He lay panting as Val used the 
nightgown to wipe the sperm off her belly, leaving a large 
dark wet area across her thighs above the knees.

	"All right, that was great," Steve called (but Val 
heard a small note of disappointment in his voice). Chris 
jumped up and quickly wrapped a towel around himself, 
suddenly self-conscious. Val felt-unmoved and went over 
to her mom.

	"That was fine, dear," she said, sensing her 
daughter's feelings. "Sometimes it just goes that way."

	Steve called Joanne over to where he was talking 
with Mr. Schmidt. Val sat down in a chair and started 
drinking a coke while watching the crew break down the 
set, then start setting up a different on-again part of the 
cabin of the boat. Jo returned.

	"How ya feeling?"

	"Fine." Val was distracted as a crewmember carried 
something new across the stage-a marine toilet.

	"Mr. Schmidt wants to get a shot of you peeing. 
What do you think?"

	The whole idea was silly to Val and she giggled, 
"Sure, I guess so."

	"Drink another coke, tell us when you need to go."

	"Well, I kind'a need to go now," Val said.

	"Great." Jo turned and called across to Steve, 
"We're ready any time."

	Steve hurried over, "Just a couple of minutes to get 
set up. Can you wait?"

	"Ok."

	When all was ready, Steve talked to Val and her 
mother. "I'm not quite sure where we'll use this, but..... 
Anyway, just walk into the head and sit down, then wait 
while we get a camera in position. Ok?"

	When the filming started, all Val was to do was get 
up from the dinette (she was naked) and walk the five steps 
to the door, open it, step in, turn around and sit down on the 
commode.

	"Now, Honey," Steve said, "This is going to be 
hard. We need you to start for just a second, then stop so 
we can move a camera in, then you can finish."

	Jo looked at Steve with an ironic smile, "Really, 
Steve, keegle exercises for a ten year old?"

	This got a few chuckles from around the set.

	"Also, I know you don't normally do it this way 
but, we need you to sort of lean back and spread your legs, 
ok?"

	Valerie giggled again, "Ok."

	"Also, I'll talk you through it, we can tape in the 
soundtrack later."

	The shooting only took a couple of minutes. First, 
Val walked over to the head and opened the door. The next 
shot, done twice because the first time she lightly stubbed 
her toe on the door, she stepped into the head and sat down.

	"Ok, honey," Steve said after they got the cameras 
in position, "lean back and just start, then stop."

	There was quite a bit of light shining into the tiny 
room. Val leaned back and sort of flared her hips forward. 
Steve nodded to her, reassuring her that she was in the right 
position. Then she relaxed and started just a small stream, 
then stopped. It was hard because she really had to go.

	"That's great honey," Steve said as he waved a 
cameraman forward.

	"Hurrrrrreee!" Val said.

	The cameraman, holding the camera on his 
shoulder, moved in and got an extreme close-up. "Ok" he 
said.

	Val let loose and let out a solid stream of light 
yellow urine, it splashed down into the commode. She 
audibly sighed at the relief. 

	That evening, Val was really quite depressed. 
Tomorrow would be the last day of shooting. She couldn't 
believe it was over and she knew she was going to miss 
being with all the people. Also, school would be starting in 
another week. She liked school but, after spending the 
entire summer with adults, being part of a team with them, 
one of them, she knew that she would find the other kids 
boring. Then again, when the registration forms had arrived 
she had been assigned to a new teacher-a guy, Mr. 
Myerson. Maybe he'd be fun.....

	They were quiet on the drive to the studio in the 
morning and also in make up. Val knew that they were 
going to shoot the scene where she cries-and she didn't 
think she'd have any trouble.

	They started in the galley of the boat, talking about 
being back in Jamaica. Lessa (Val) was packing while Don 
(Doug) made dinner. They ate and talked about her school 
(a boarding school in England) and where Don was going 
to sail next. He said that he was going to head north along 
the East Coast, then might cross to Europe.

	"What would you say if I was in England for 
Christmas?" he asked.

	"That would be wonderful!" Lessa exclaimed. Then 
she told him she'd love to have him meet her friends at 
school.

	Only a few minutes later, they moved into the aft 
cabin. Steve gave almost no instructions.

	They sat down on the bunk, still clothed, and kissed. 
As they explored each other's mouths with their tongues, 
Doug slid his hand up under to aqua tank top Val was 
wearing. Her nipples stood out through to flimsy fabric, he 
started gently rubbing them. Val let out a long sigh as she 
leaned back against his arm. Then, slowly, Doug leaned 
Val back onto the mattress, all the time kissing her and 
running his fingers over the small growths under the flimsy 
fabric.

	When he had her on her back, he moved his hand 
down, now sliding his fingers between her legs on the 
outside of her cotton shorts. Again Val moaned as she 
slowly humped against Doug's hand. One of her arms was 
around his neck, with the other, free, hand, she pushed 
down on the elastic waist band of the shorts, uncovering 
her hip and the top of her pubic rise. Doug took the hint and 
moved his hand back, then forward into the ten year olds 
panties, sliding along her, now familiar, pussy and pushing 
his index finger up inside her cunt. Doug continued finger 
fucking his little goddess until she was rocked by an 
orgasm, hugging him tight as she spasmodically humped 
against his hand.

	Then, as she lay there panting, Doug stood up and 
undressed, stepping out of his shorts. Val, smiling up at 
him, sat up on the edge of the bunk and, grasping his cock, 
pulled him to her and took him in her mouth. She pushed 
him deep into her throat, then pulled back, licked the length 
of the shaft, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth. 
After sucking first one, then the other of the man's testicles, 
she again took his cock into her mouth and continued to 
suck him right up to the last second when he pulled away, 
not wanting to empty his load quite yet. A long string of 
pre-cum stretched out from her tongue to the tip of his 
cock.

	Doug pushed the child back on the cushion, then 
started working her shorts down her thighs. Val, at the 
same time, pulled her tank top up and over her head, then 
fell back again, displaying her smooth body for Doug, her 
legs spread, her knees bent over the edge of the bunk.

	Doug kneeled down and started licking the hairless 
preteen slit and, simultaneously, Val pulled in a ragged 
breath and humped to meet him. He kept licking and 
sucking the little girl's clit as he pushed a finger up inside 
her. Very shortly, the child was racked by another orgasm, 
pushing his head into her pus and lifting her knees off the 
mattress.

	Again, Doug straightened up, then pulling her 
towards him, positioned her. Still kneeling on the deck, he 
pushed his cock inside the little girl. She writhed as she felt 
her immature sex take the man, pushing deep inside her. 
They fucked like this for several minutes before Doug 
pulled her up, sitting, impaled, then turned around and sat 
down on the bed. Val pushed him back now, taking control, 
as she lifted and dropped, sliding him in and out of her.

	That was when she remembered that this was their 
last scene together, the last time, at least in the movie, that 
she would feel her 42 year old lover deep inside her. Her 
passion built with her sadness as she faster and more 
violently repeatedly slammed him against the entrance of 
her womb. For Doug, it seemed the child had gone crazy, 
absolutely fucking him with abandon, watching her endure 
repeated jarring orgasms as she fuck so hard that she had to 
be hurting herself.

	Finally, he just couldn't control any more and, 
humping up to meet the child, he blew a river of sperm 
deep inside the preteen. As she felt herself being filled with 
her lover's seed she began to cry in the midst of another 
excruciating climax, her tears splashing on Doug's chest as 
his cock spewed inside her.