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Authors name: Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)
Story title : Stars

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Stars (Mf, ped, exh, inc, 1st, rom)
by Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)

***

"Stars" is a continuation and expansion of "Screen 
Test," a short story by Video Guy that was posted in 
the archives some months ago. "Stars" begins where 
"Screen" left off; that's why there is no Chapter 1 in 
"Stars." "Screen Test" itself is Chapter 1, and you 
need to read it first. This is a long story -- 44000 
words -- and be fully warned in advance that both 
stories are set in a parallel world, similar but not 
identical to our own, in which pedophile porn is not 
only legal, it's _mainstream_. "Stars" is concerned
with the joys and woes of Ray Conklin, the artistic
genius at the helm of the #1 pre-teen hardcore movie 
company in showbiz. And it's not just fun and games.

If that concept is inherently repulsive to you, PLEASE 
DON'T EVEN BOTHER READING THE STORY! It isn't what you 
think it is, but you won't enjoy it anyway. On the 
other hand, I don't believe this is your standard 
pedo porn story either. In fact, if anyone at all 
likes "Stars," it will amaze the hell out of me and 
Schumann. 

***

FOREWORD:

Be warned in advance, this is a long one! It's 44,000 
wds. (If you're old enough to remember them, that's 
the equivalent of 4 Barbara Cartland novels.) This 
story and "Kim" (q.v.) are my first new novels in about 
15 years, and my first fiction pieces of any kind in 
almost a decade. 

"Stars" is a continuation and an expansion of 
"Screen Test," a story written by Video Guy and posted 
in this archive some time ago. If you haven't read 
"Screen Test," you should do so before reading "Stars," 
because I start where the other story left off. That's 
why this text begins with "Chapter 2." Chapter 1 is 
"Screen Test" itself.

Be warned, secondly, the premise of the original story 
is that it takes place in a parallel world very similar 
to our own, where pedophile porn is not only legal, 
it's _mainstream_. It is the story of Ray Conklin, the
artistic genius at the helm of the #1 pre-teen hardcore
movie company in showbiz, and it deals with his joys and
woes. His life is not all fun and games.

If that concept is inherently repulsive to you, you should 
probably skip this story. It's really not what you think 
it is, but I'm pretty sure you still won't like it. On 
the other hand, I don't think it's quite your standard pedo 
porn story either. In fact, if anyone at all likes "Stars" 
it will amaze the hell out of both Schumann and me.

"Stars" is really just a traditional showbiz story, not 
that different from "42nd Street," "All About Eve," or 
"The Legend of Lylah Claire." And as those stories 
always prove, there truly is a broken heart for every 
light on Broadway.

Nothing in "Stars" ever happened. Story, characters, 
events, places, and products are all fictitious. Any 
references to "real" persons, places, events, and 
products are for purposes of satire and are not to be 
taken literally or seriously. The author neither 
condones the conduct nor endorses the opinions of the 
characters in this story.

Some acknowledgments are in order:

Thanks, first of all, to the Video Guy, for the 
original concept and the original versions of some of 
the characters. Naturally he is not responsible for 
anything that Schumann and I have done to or with either.

Thanks to Rebecca Butler and B E Courtney, for their 
usual insights during the writing process. 

Thanks to Atom Shock, author of "Traci's Big Trick" 
(1987), a brilliant screenplay I've wanted to rip off 
for many years.


This novel is respectfully dedicated to the memory of 
Terry Southern.


CHAPTER 2

"First, take off your top," I suggested, playing with 
one of her long blonde pigtails. Chrissy nodded and 
reached for the bottom of her tube. She slid it 
upward. Slowly, her prepubescent chest came into view.

Girls are maturing faster these days, but little 
Chrissy was still plenty ripe, at nine, for the PT 
market. Unless she had a sudden growth spurt, she was 
at least a couple of years shy of training bra time. 
The areolae were large and pink, vivid on her creamy 
skin, the little points already stiff with excitement.

As she finished pulling the top over her blonde head, I 
reached down to touch the nearest nipple. No 
suggestion of fullness here yet. Excellent. I knew 
she could suck a dick and I suspected she might prove 
to be a delightful fuck, but I sure didn't want to see 
tits when she got naked.

"Do you like that, Chrissy?" I inquired, running my 
finger back and forth across her nipple.

"Mmm, makes me tingle," she confessed. She covered my 
hand with her own and pressed it down against what 
would someday be a sweet pert little A-cup titty, and 
might even get bigger before she was washed up in the 
field of PTHC and had to move on into the Ripe Teen 
division. But right now it was just perfect. Her 
nipple got even harder, rocking under my palm, as I 
kept on rubbing it. That was a good sign too. She was 
really getting into the audition.

Billy tipped her head back and put a wet open-mouth 
kiss on the little girl. She knew what it was about 
and kissed him back, murmuring as she did. Her tongue 
was in his mouth.

She was completely naked now, except for her socks and 
shoes, and she was as cute as could be. I helped 
her stand up, making sure she was in full view of the 
camera. She had the kind of not-yet budded body our 
customer base loves to see, and I didn't want to cheat 
the viewer out of a sight that would have his dick 
rigid.

Speaking of rigid dicks, there was one sticking out of 
my fly that had not yet had its share of enjoyment in 
this screen-test video, and it was time for the boss to 
get some action.

I'm not the handsomest guy in the world. Maybe I look 
a little like you, in fact. My hair is thinning out, 
and I have a bit of spare tire around the middle. I 
think it's what helps sell the tapes. Guys watch my 
action with our girls and think, "Man, that could be 
me!" I like to believe it brings hope to what could 
otherwise be crappy, unfulfilled lives, even if they're 
only living vicariously through Ray Conklin.

Chrissy backed up against Billy, rubbing her hot little 
body on his. That long black dick, which had just 
finished spraying her cute girlish face with a load of 
thick cum, was getting stiff again. He stroked her up 
and down while she writhed. "Cheat her to the left," I 
directed Billy under my breath, so the camera would get 
the very best view of his black hands teasing her 
little pink nipples.

I got out of my clothes, my dick sticking straight out. 
Chrissy smirked at me. She'd seen our videos. She 
knew what was coming up.

Billy picked the little girl up by the waist, lifting 
her as if she weighed less than a feather. She oozed 
back against him, and he put his hands under her 
thighs. I checked the camera setup to make sure we 
were getting it all, and then I marched to her with my 
cock preceding me by six hard inches.

She looked like a toy in the arms of big black Billy. 
She couldn't stop giggling. Her legs were wide open, 
and that plump little hairless bun smiled pinkly at me.

"What do you think, Chrissy?" I asked. "Do you think 
you're gonna like being a star at PTHC?" She nodded 
eagerly.

I knelt before her, where Billy held her up, and I put 
my face into the spread of her skinny little-girl legs. 
First I stroked her sweet bald crack, just rubbing it 
back and forth until she sighed and squirmed. A bubble 
of dew seeped from her pussy mouth. I licked it off 
her, then used my tongue to open her.

She tasted sweet and fresh. Her clitoris was small but 
excited, and she really squirmed when I licked her 
right on its pearly-pink tip. My tongue wiggled up her 
snatch, struggling with the natural tightness. Fingers 
maybe, I thought, but otherwise she was virgin pure. 
She wouldn't be, in about five more minutes.

Slowly I stood up, my cock bobbing anxiously. "Touch 
it," I told Chrissy, and she obediently grabbed herself 
a handful. She could barely get her small fingers all 
the way around the shaft, even though I'm not that big 
a guy.

But you've seen the videos, you already know that! I 
have the perfect-sized cock to open up a pre-teen 
virgin, and that's what I was going to do.

"Stroke your pussy with it, Chrissy." She gave me a 
serious look and nodded earnestly.

"Oooh, it's so big," I heard her whisper as she rubbed 
the purple head of my cock along the moist crack of her 
young slit.

"Say it again," I said. I wasn't sure the mike had 
picked up her words.

"It's soooo big!" she repeated, overacting a little, 
but the effect was still good. In a moment I'd show 
her that it really was _soooo_ big.

"Now open yourself a little while you play with me, 
Chrissy. You know how to do it."

She nodded, tight-lipped, and the pink interior of her 
virginal pre-teen pussy came into view. I shifted to 
the side, spreading her legs wider, for the best camera 
shot. Later we'd shoot some close-up inserts to put 
here for the finished tape.

"Now, Chrissy, I want you to slip the head of my cock 
between your cute little cunny lips. Can you do that, 
honey?"

"Like this?" she giggled, wedging my fat knob into the 
tight crevice. Her lips snugged back around me. Her 
eyebrows lifted. She was starting to get an idea of 
what this screen-test really entailed.

One of the best things, from a business perspective, 
about having a fairly small dick is that I'm the ideal 
candidate to break in our girls for their first 
on-camera fucks. I can get it in their tight little 
virgin cunts without doing damage to the tender flesh. 

Sure, they always cry when I first shove it in, but 
that's something else our customer base likes to see. 
It shows our girls are not just pretty little dolls -- 
which they are -- but that they also have feelings, 
too. After I reamed her out, we'd try her on Billy, 
but there was no way she could handle that big thick 
black cock without some breaking-in.

She was so fucking tight, but her pussy was wet inside 
and she bit her lower lip, trying her best to shove 
that hot little thing right back at me. She wanted to 
be a star, and if she had the stuff, I'd make her one.

With the knob of my cock still wedged just inside her 
hot pussy mouth, I leaned forward to kiss the little 
girl. She was all frisky for that, but her body tensed 
as I tried to stick myself deeper inside. Chrissy 
squirmed and strained, but she was just too tight.

"Cut, cut," I said, withdrawing my cock from the clutch 
of her little pink lips. She exhaled. "We need some 
more lube."

Billy let the girl down. I tossed the tube of jelly to 
the little blonde. "Put this on me," I told Chrissy. 
"Just rub it up and down my dick like you're giving me 
a handjob, honey. You know how to give a handjob, 
don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm!" She nodded eagerly, squeezing a big wad of 
the cream into the palm of her hand. I stood profiled, 
so the camera could get the best view of my erect cock 
and the sweet little blonde anointing it with the 
greasy fuck-aid. Her hands were all over my stiff 
prick. She even put it on my balls. "Little hopeful, 
there, aren't you, kid?" I joked. Chrissy just 
giggled.

She was so goddamn cute I hoped she turned out to be a 
decent fuck. I'm a showman; I can sell the product, 
but it helps so much if the product is good to begin 
with. If Chrissy fulfilled the promise of her screen 
test, I knew I could make her into a superstar at PTHC. 
She might even get her own pay cable show.

My cock glistened with the oily film of the lube. She 
still worked it with her hands, as if it was a brand 
new toy she couldn't bear to let go of. Her enthusiasm 
was palpable, but so was her nervousness. This was her 
big chance and she couldn't afford to blow it.

She might turn out to be bigger than Lolita Lust, the 
queen of PTHC, or she might wind up a failure, like 
that nine-year-old from Kansas who just couldn't handle 
a six-guy anal gang bang and ran out of the room 
whimpering. Nine! You'd have thought she was six or 
seven. She just didn't have the stuff. 

"Leggo, honey," I suggested. "That's just K-Y, not 
Krazy Glue, and I can't fuck you while you're hanging 
on to my dick, you know?"

Chrissy nodded, and her hand dropped away. A surge of 
excitement throbbed the length of my well-greased dick. 
She stood up straight, trembling. She was so tiny, so 
cute, so adorable. I _really_ wanted to fuck her. It 
wasn't just a job for me.

"You're gonna do just fine, honey," I assured her in a 
whisper. "Now turn around and smile at the camera and 
say, 'Fuck me, Uncle Ray!'"

"_Fuck_ me, Uncle Ray!" she recited obediently, giving 
it exactly the right emphasis without even being 
coached. She giggled, breaking character. "But you're 
not really my uncle."

"Honey, _everybody's_ gonna want to be your uncle when 
they see this tape ... "

I squeezed some K-Y into my own hand and cupped 
Chrissy's hairless little pussy. She murmured as I 
squeezed on her. I could feel the lubing gel ooze into 
the moist tight crack of her pussy, and I squeezed 
harder. She arched her back and moaned at the 
tightness of my big hand on her hot little cunt.

I let up the pressure, then slipped my finger inside 
her, pushing some of the lube further up into her cunt. 
She got slippery within her tight sheath, and she kept 
lifting up and down on tiptoes as my finger worked in 
and out of her. I felt her hymen as I probed her, and 
it made her moan softly when my fingertip scraped 
against it.

"You're gonna be a star, Chrissy," I whispered, 
screwing my finger around inside the pretty little 
blonde. "Just give it to the camera, baby."

Billy picked her up again, holding her safe and secure 
in his big black arms, and we moved a little closer to 
the camera.

Not every PT starlet who crosses my threshold is an 
honest-to-God virgin. Some have already lost it, just 
priming themselves for the big screen test.

Chrissy's cunt was pure cherry, though, and I couldn't 
risk missing out on the chance that she would bleed for 
the camera. If the footage was good enough, it would 
go into our special series, "Busted Virgins: PTHC 
Deluxe."

My man Billy suspended the hot and eager little girl 
from his big strong body, his hands on her thighs 
keeping them spread widely. I moved between them 
again, and Chrissy took hold of my dick without even 
being asked. Good. She was getting the hang of the 
biz.

She looked nervous but excited, and she put my 
greasy-knob between the oiled lips of her cunt again. 
She gulped hard, but this time there was less 
resistance. I'd lubed her up inside, and my cock moved 
a little deeper into Chrissy without any guidance at 
all. It was as if her baby cunt muscles were sucking 
me inside her.

She leaned back to kiss Billy again, and as she did, I 
clenched my ass and thrust gently. The lunge took me 
right to her PT hymen and her head spun around, the 
eyes absolutely enormous. "Ohhhhh!" she squealed, 
pussy half full of cock for the first time and about to 
lose her virgin innocence. Of course, the cum-guzzling 
blowjobs she'd already laid onto both me and Billy 
suggested that most of her innocence was long gone in 
any case.

I held her by the waist, looking deeply and sincerely 
into her big blue eyes. "This may hurt," I said, loud 
enough for the mike to pick up, and then I pronged her.

Chrissy shrieked as her cherry was ripped and my cock 
slammed to the very bottom of her pussy. I held it 
there, grinding myself into her, and she just kept on 
shrieking and squealing.

Tears were rolling out of her eyes. Her body was stiff 
and taut, which made it that much easier to fuck than 
if she'd gone all loose and limber. I burrowed my 
groin against her, my pubic hair scraping like 
sandpaper against her smooth, bald flesh.

"Does it hurt, honey?" I asked, swiveling my cock 
inside her. "Do you want to stop?" I pulled back an 
inch or two and thrust again, prodding into that sweet 
hot tight Gordian knot of pleasure.

"No," she sobbed, "please don't stop!"

I pulled my cock back further this time, disencunting 
all but the knob, showing the camera that my dick was 
swathed in red hymenal blood. "Pure cherry," I winked 
at the Betacam lens. "As good as it gets." And then I 
started to fuck her.

She kept on sobbing and crying, gasping aloud each time 
my cock shot home inside her tight little cunt, but 
Billy was fondling her tiny tits and kissing her all 
over the face, and I could feel her responding to my 
thrusts. Her hips swiveled, trying to work 
counterclockwise against my strokes, and then I saw her 
lips curl up into a smile. Her eyes opened big and 
wondrous and she said, "Oh, wow, now it doesn't hurt at 
all, Uncle Ray!"

It was that sweet cherub face that was going to move 
100,000 copies of this tape as soon as it hit the 
market. Oh, she had it, all right! She reached out 
her arms toward me, and I slithered down until she 
could rest her little fingers atop my shoulders. I 
leaned in to kiss her, and then I gave her about ten 
hard deep fast strokes, one after the other, rocking 
the world of this sweet little whore.

"Ahhhh!" she gurgled, bouncing like a rubber ball in 
Billy's arms while I pumped my meat in and out of her 
cunt. One of her hands slipped off my shoulder and 
dropped to her lap. As I kept on fucking, she started 
to rub herself on the clit.

Her eyes closed again, and her mouth opened in a 
wordless cry of pleasure and there was no way we could 
have faked that moment of sweet PT orgasm that rushed 
through little Chrissy -- not even if we'd tried! 
Better make that 200,000 units!

Her hot little pussy was wildly alive around my cock. 
She squirmed and rocked and squealed, so hot and 
excited. This isn't entirely a business for me. Sure, 
it's a great way to make money -- _lots and lots_ of 
money -- but every now and then you also get to stick 
your cock into a truly special piece of pre-teen cunt 
that makes you appreciate how much more than just money 
the biz can be.

"Oh, man, she's coming like a runaway train," Billy 
panted, trying to control her spastic body as she 
climaxed. "When she does her first real movie, man, I 
wanna be _there_, you know?"

I didn't answer. Fucking her took all my 
concentration. I stabbed her tight little twat with my 
cock, a dozen more strokes, two dozen, and then it was 
all over for me.

The first squirt or two of my cum exploded inside 
Chrissy's spasming cunt. Popping my load into that hot 
juicy young pussy was a pleasure beyond anything I 
could ever try to explain on paper. Just to feel her 
slick wet walls squeezing around me while my dick 
unloaded sent thrills of satisfaction through my entire 
body. My knees felt like they were gonna buckle up.

Somehow I found the strength to pull my cock out of the 
little girl. I grabbed her hand, molded the fingers 
around my ejaculating shaft, and told her "Jack me, 
honey, jack me hard!" I don't even think she heard me. 
Her fingers gripped but it was like her hand had gone 
dead. I held her wrist and milked out the rest of my 
load, onto her face and not-nearly titties, by moving 
her hand up and down the shaft.

"Holy shit, Ray," Billy said, shaking her, "I think 
she's passed out. Man, you did a number on this little 
white cunt! Maybe I better not fuck her after all. It 
might kill the little whore."

"You fuck 'em all, and you haven't killed one yet," I 
reminded him. "And you're gonna get to fuck this one, 
too. Not today, though, my bro'. Tell you what -- 
when she does her first real movie, you can be the 
leading man. Think you can wait that long?"

He grinned, white teeth showing. His finger was inside 
Chrissy's fresh-fucked cunt. "I think it might be 
worth waiting for," he conceded. "But you better 
schedule her for a shoot, _really_ soon."

We got Chrissy over to the desk and sat her up. Her 
head slumped to one side and she really was out of it. 
Billy held her upright while I got smelling salts out 
of the drawer. In this business, I learned long ago 
that they're a good thing to have around on screen test 
days. Sometimes the girls just aren't quite as ready 
as they think they are, when that first big fuck-come 
hits their little twitching bodies.

But there was no question Chrissy had star quality. 
She would definitely get the cover on "Busted Virgins." 
I was already seeing the reorder numbers flash before 
my mind's eye, and I was thinking of scenarios for a 
whole series of gonzo tapes for her.

Chrissy opened her eyes slowly, then blinked them, very 
hard. "Wha' happened?" she whispered. "I saw this 
bright light, like it was at the end of a tunnel, 
and..."

"Don't worry about any of that, honey," I said, 
straightening out one of her long blonde pigtails. 
"You passed your audition with flying colors. I think 
you're going to be a really big star."

***

Chrissy's parents were in the green room, waiting for 
us. The little girl ran to them, thrilled and excited. 
"I did real good!" she bubbled. "They say I'm gonna be 
a _big_ star! Just like Lolita Lust! They want me to 
come back next week and shoot a gang-bang I get to be 
second lead in a Cherry Rodriguez picture!"

"Are you OK?" her mom asked, concern fretting her brow.

"Well, of course I'm OK," Chrissy giggled. She preened 
around, but there was a difference in the way she 
carried herself now, compared to our first meeting a 
couple of hours ago. She'd been a little shy when she 
came in, but now she was already starting to strut like 
a true diva. There was no doubt whatever Chrissy had 
everything it took for stardom.

I stroked her hair, once more enjoying the silky feel 
of it. Playing with her hair was almost as pleasant as 
popping my wad in her.

"Yes, Mr and Mrs Mickelman," I told the anxious 
parents, "we see big things in store for Chrissy. But 
first there's the matter of a contract." I had one 
with me, still warm from the laser printer. Our forms 
are boilerplate; the only difference is in the money we 
offer as a starting point.

"This is a standard deal," I went on, laying the papers 
on the desk. "Chrissy's services will be exclusive to 
PTHC for three months -- "

"Three months?" her mother interrupted. "We were 
hoping for a long-term deal."

Don't they all! "Blame it on Mother Nature," I 
explained. "Puberty can creep in without warning. 
Girls just mature faster and faster. No studio will 
offer a pre-teen contract longer than three months."

Bet your ass! You can fuck a flat, hairless pre-teen 
on Wednesday, call her in for a gang-bang shoot the 
next Monday, and suddenly the little whore has tits and 
is starting to get hair on her cookie. And there's 
your contract down the crapper.

"Of course, it's a very generous contract. Chrissy 
gets $250 a week retainer for the length of the 
agreement. If we don't use her that week, she still 
gets the money. Think of it as a very generous 
allowance but you don't have to clean up your room to 
earn it, Chrissy! If she's called to a shoot, her rate 
will be $1500 a day but she won't draw the retainer for 
that week, of course. She'll be paid whether she works 
or not, but I believe she'll be getting a lot of work."

The parents put their heads together and talked in very 
soft voices. I could only pick up a word here and 
there, but it's a conversation I've overheard so many 
times I could give it to you verbatim.

"Is that enough money? Are we really doing the right 
thing? Would Max Hardcore make a better offer? But 
she wants to be in the movies, soooo bad, and Ray 
Conklin is the undisputed king of the biz. Signing 
with him is like starting at the very top."

"We're very impressed with Chrissy," I added while they 
continued to mull it back and forth, "and we want to 
put her on the stardom track ASAP. If she performs as 
well as we feel she's capable of doing, her next 
contract will call for a higher day rate. There's no 
limit to how far a girl can go in this town, if she's 
willing to work for it. Our major star here at PTHC, 
Lolita Lust, is now getting $3000 a day, plus a $500 
per week retainer. I'm sure you've seen her movies."

Chrissy nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes, we've seen all of her 
movies. I want to be just like Lolita, but I don't want 
to get red hair."

"No problem, honey, we like blondes just fine here at 
PTHC. Now, Mr and Mrs Mickelman, what we need is for 
you and Chrissy to sign right here," and I pointed to 
the three dotted lines at the foot of the agreement. 
Henry and Pamela Mickelman wrote their names on the 
spaces provided. Christine Mickelman printed hers, as 
she hadn't learned cursive writing yet.

"And this is a duplicate for your files, yes, sign in 
the same place." I wrote "Ray Conklin, CEO PTHC" on 
the other line of both copies, and my secretary 
notarized them. "It's official now," I said. "Welcome 
to the PTHC family, Chrissy!"

The photog came in and snapped a few publicity stills 
for the press releases. I picked Chrissy up in my arms 
and held her while she beamed at the camera and waved a 
copy of her contract.

"We'll need to discuss the tattoo," I added. "All of 
our stars have a trademark tat. The contract requires 
it. I'm thinking a cute fuzzy teddy bear on Chrissy's 
cute little left buttcheek. And it will be holding a 
heart that says 'I Luv U.'"

"Oh, that _is_ a sweet idea," Mrs Mickelman agreed. 
"Don't you think so, Chrissy?"

The little girl frowned. "I'd rather have a leprechaun, 
like Lolita has."

I shook my head. "No, honey, we sell a lot of DVDs in 
countries where they don't speak English. The tats 
make it so much easier for our customers. When someone 
in Free Iraq wants one of your disks, for example, he 
can just go into the video store and tell the clerk, 
'Give me the little girl with the cute teddy bear on 
her butt.' If we had two girls with the same tat, he 
might end up with the wrong DVD, and think how sad it 
would make him."

"Oh," Chrissy sighed, "I see what you mean. I guess 
they can't say 'I want a Chrissy Mickelman DVD' in 
Iraqese?"

"Probably not, but I think your new name is going to be 
'Chrissy Sweet,'" I told her. The parents considered 
it, then both nodded in approval. Chrissy seemed to 
like it too.

"It sounds like somebody who's real perky and cute," 
she enthused. Oh, she was right on that! Just 
adorable. She was going to make a shitload of money 
for PTHC.

"I really think I should be on the set when she's 
shooting," her mother mused. "At least until she gets 
the hang of it all." Stage mothers! Jeez, you saw 
your share of them in this town! Another one was all I 
needed. But it's part of the game.

Still, Chrissy's mom was not a bad-looking woman, for 
an older bag. I guessed her at about thirty, still 
reasonably attractive and with a pretty good body. 
Hair was a lot darker than Chrissy's, and I suspected 
the kid had had a bleach job, though it was too early 
to know for sure, as her fluff hair was a long way from 
coming in.

Pam's sweater was snug around maybe 32A tits, and she 
had a narrow waist, not much taper to the hips, and 
long legs for five-two or so. Body-wise, she looked 
like an older teen-porn chick, except for the face, 
which was definitely over twenty-one.

Maybe she had fantasies of getting into the biz 
herself, though there was no way she could ever pass 
for an under-twenty-one. Anything over that age falls 
into what we call the "granny" category. You can make 
a bare living if you supply whack-off videos to guys 
who go for that shit, but it's just so far out of the 
mainstream you have to be really dedicated, because 
you're damn sure not doing it for the ducats.

Different strokes for different folks, as they used to 
say when I was a kid.

Well, if she wanted to sit in on Chrissy's next movie, 
we could always draft her as a fluffer, just in case. 
It might keep her out of the way while the serious 
business of movie-making went on. I've found stage 
moms quite adequate as fluffers, though usually the 
guys are so hot to get into the sweet tight young pussy 
they don't need any stimulation, unless they've already 
been on another shoot the same day. And then sometimes 
those old girls really can suck a boner back to life 
and pay for their keep.

We'd just have to see what happened. But if she got in 
the way and started directing from the back seat, as 
some stage moms can't keep themselves from doing, her 
ass would be headed for the green room.

I won't put up with any back-talk on my sets. I'm a 
serious artist and I already know what my vision is 
before I say "Roll 'em." Anybody who fucks with my 
creative integrity had better be prepared to get a 
brand new asshole ripped for themselves.

"And I'd like a copy of the film you shot today," her 
dad put in. "After you get it edited, and everything, 
I mean. Would that be possible?"

Sure, I thought. Just go to the video shop and hand 
them your credit card. $19.95 plus tax. The fathers 
_always_ want a copy of the DVD. I wonder what they do 
with them, at home?

Oh, what the hell?  This DVD would sell enough copies 
I could afford to give him a freebie. "No problem," I 
assured him. "It will probably be ready by next week 
when Chrissy comes in for her first major shoot. Tell 
my secretary to put you on the list. So I'll see you 
next Thursday, 9 AM, sharp?"

"I have school," Chrissy frowned.

"We have a set teacher, of course," I pointed out. 
"Just bring your books and assignments and she can help 
you with them between takes."

"Oh, that's great!" said Chrissy's dad. "See, honey, 
it all works out just fine."

"Thursday, 9 A.M.," repeated Chrissy's mom. "We'll see 
you then."


CHAPTER 3


The intercom buzzed. "Ray," my secretary Melissa said, 
"Cherry is here to see you. She says it's important."

"Send her in." She wasn't scheduled to shoot until 
next Thursday, and I couldn't help wondering what was 
so earth-shaking today. But it would be good to talk 
to her anyway. I was going to start Chrissy Sweet off 
as backup talent in Cherry Rodriguez's next movie.

Cherry was one of our top starlets, a little chicana 
I'd met a year ago when she and her fourteen-year-old 
boyfriend tried to stick me up at the ATM. I liked her 
looks and told her so, and instead of robbing me, she 
came by the studio for a screen test. The result was 
PTHC history. She wasn't quite Lolita Lust, and never 
would be, but she was one of the best in the biz.

She flounced into the office, looking especially 
succulent and slutty. Not quite four-six, she was slim 
and leggy for her size, with long straight black hair 
and lightly browned skin.

The little blue-eyed blonde angels are the real queens 
of the genre, but Cherry had a sizable fan following. 
Especially in Sweden and Norway, where she was our top 
seller. I suppose viewers over there can see a 
shitload of blondes every day of the week, so an exotic 
brunette is something special.

She wore a tight little miniskirt that didn't quite 
cover her panties. The shoes were spikes with 
three-inch heels, more appropriate for a stripper than 
for an eleven-year-old porn queen, and she had on too 
much makeup. I noticed that immediately and I didn't 
like it.

"Are you trying to look like a thirteen-year-old?" I 
asked her. "You need to preserve the image, baby. 
Less makeup, and you should be wearing saddle shoes 
with ankle socks, not hooker stilts. And a flouncy 
skirt, not something so tight you're gonna get a yeast 
infection. If I've told you once, I've told you a 
thousand times, you're a star and you have an image to 
live up to. Guys don't want to see you looking like 
some thirty year old whore from the local bar -- they 
want that sweet, untouched but oh so touchable look."

The name was strictly a marketing ploy. She was eleven 
now (ten when I met her), and she hadn't been a virgin 
for a long time before that. But she had eyes that 
could look deceptively innocent, especially when she 
gazed up at the camera with her mouth full of a big 
dick, and "Cherry Rodriguez" was a better name than 
"Esmeralda Graciela Balasteros" to slap on the cover of 
a PTHC DVD.
                           
She didn't sit down, just stood by my desk, tapping her 
toe on the floor as if she was juiced up on speed. 
Wouldn't have surprised me if she was.

I glanced down her body. Her top was loose-fitting and 
extremely thin, with the big brown areolae of her 
nipples showing through. She looked at me, with her 
hand resting on the front of her blouse, her fingers 
toying idly through the fabric with the stiffening 
point of one nipple. Something about her chest didn't 
look quite right, but the blouse was so loose I 
couldn't tell just what it was that bothered me.

"So what's new, Cherry?" I asked, trying to figure out 
why she was here unannounced and out of the blue. 
Obviously there was something on her mind.

"I want out of my contract," she said flatly. "Jesse 
is going to make me his lead girl and give me a lot 
more money. Here I'm just another pre-teen pussy. 
Over there I'm gonna be _the_ star. I want out, Ray."

Little whore! For a moment I was strongly tempted to 
throw her across my knee, lift that shortie skirt, yank 
down those panties, and spank her skinny little ass 
till it got as red as a jalapeno pepper.

This is a cutthroat business. If I was the only guy 
making pre-teen hardcore, it would be different, but 
the competition is savage. Jesse Harmon, the kingpin 
at Sweet Young Cunt Video, was my closest rival. 
Nobody else really comes close.

His product was shit, of course, but he was out to 
become #1 and he didn't draw the line at stealing my 
talent. Not that I'd ever want to pay him back by 
trying to steal any of those skanks who worked for him. 
Even in an amateur playground gangbang, his girls would 
be wallflowers. Most of them were rejects from PTHC.

"How much more money?"

"Five thousand a day," she said. "And I'll be _the_ 
Sweet Young Cunt, the spokesmodel for the whole label. 
Top billing, my own 'Cherry's Special Fantasies' 
series, a pony, a limo for my parents -- "

"I got your dad his green card," I pointed out.

"Jesse made a _big_ contribution to the RNC. He's 
going to get us _citizenship_," Cherry replied saucily. 
"And it's a one-year contract, not that 90 days shit 
you keep giving me, _and_ I _never_ have to fuck Ron 
Jeremy again."

"Well." There was nothing else to say.

"So?" Cherry said, still tapping the pointy toe of her 
shoe. "You're not gonna make me a better offer?"

"I can't arrange for citizenship. I don't pay anybody 
five K a day, and if I did, it would be Lolita Lust." 
I didn't mention Ron Jeremy, but that was definitely 
the deal breaker as far as I was concerned. Ron and I 
have been buds forever and as long as he can get it up, 
he's guaranteed work at PTHC. Call me sentimental, but 
it's just the way I am.

"OK," I said, "if you want to go, we'll tear up the 
contract and you can be free."

"Honest?"

I nodded. "Of course, there is a little itsy-bitsy 
price. I think you know what it is, Cherry."

She breathed hard, then began to unbutton her blouse.

***

We hadn't worked with her in almost a month. She'd 
spent Easter break shooting twelve hours a day and we 
had enough footage in the can for half a dozen DVD 
releases. So I hadn't seen her naked in a while. And 
as soon as she slipped out of her blouse I noticed 
something was different.

"Where did these come from?" I asked, touching one of 
her titties. It was soft and squishy, with a big brown 
nipple. She made "ooh" noises as I squeezed it.

Four weeks ago she'd been flat. Today she was almost 
an A-cup. When those Latina chicks blossom, they make 
a federal case out of it.

"The rest," I told her, and she wiggled the short tight 
skirt down her long legs. She did a turn-around, 
showing me the skinny thong strap in back. I frowned 
again. Thongs on little girls look cheap and tacky. 
If I'd told her once, I've told her a thousand times, 
don't wear the fucking things! 

Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of the panties, she 
smirked up at me, then lowered them, stepped out of 
them, tossed them over her shoulder and stood there 
with her head a-tilt, hip cocked out.

"Hard weekend for you, Cherry?" I asked, coming closer. 
Her cunt looked like it had a bad case of diaper rash, 
the skin reddened around the deep central pussy slice.

"Went clubbing, got fucked a few times," she shrugged. 
"SOS."

I put my fingers on her belly, tickled her navel till 
she giggled, then reached down and cupped her cunt. I 
squeezed the peach-like fruit until it gave up a little 
of its juice, oozing out of her crack. The razor 
stubble was like sandpaper. But even if she'd been 
freshly waxed, I could have felt it. She just made it 
easier for me. What kind of panties she was wearing 
didn't seem important any longer.

Hmmm. "Did Jesse fuck you while you were making all 
the plans, Cherry?" I knew the answer but I wanted to 
hear it from her.

She giggled. "No. I don't think he likes girls. I 
mean, sure he likes them. I think maybe he wishes he'd 
been born one. But he doesn't _like_ girls, you know?"

Yeah, that was Jesse. She'd read him like a book in 
Spanish. The dumb queer fuck hadn't even asked the 
little cunt to strip down and show him the merchandise. 
I wonder if he knew the pre-teen porn princess was 
getting titties and a bush.

Not enough attention to detail. That's why I'm still 
the king of the porn business and Jesse Harmon will 
never be anything but the pretender. A one-year 
contract for a kid who was rushing into puberty the way 
Whitney Houston runs for a crack house? What a dumb 
son of a bitch!

I stroked my fingers back and forth across her cunt. 
It was as hot as ever, but the stubble made it feel 
completely different from the last time I'd played with 
it. Even if she'd had the best wax job in LA, I would 
have known Cherry was growing up, a little too fast.

My finger stroked the crack, toyed with the moist puffy 
lips, eased between them. Her cunt was deep and 
responsive. It sucked my finger inside her, and she 
stood there, rocking in her spike heels, moving my 
finger up and down her pussy tube.

"Still the hottest, huh?" she smirked, but my palm 
could feel the residue of hair on her mound and it 
wasn't the same at all.

I pointed to the desk. Cherry knew the score. She 
strutted over to it, wiggling her ass -- it was filling 
out, and it had begun to protrude as if she was a grade 
school version of Jennifer Lopez. She left the shoes 
on. They gave her legs an almost womanly shape, made 
her caboose stick out even further.

Cherry put her hands on the desk and spread her thighs, 
pointing that ass at me. Her crack showed between 
them, hairless now but I knew that the growth had 
already started and I fancied I could see it creeping 
down her mound even now, eager to swamp and smother 
that tight little pink porno gash. It made me shiver.

I unzipped my pants, took my cock out, stroked it 
thoughtfully. She was a good kid, a pretty hot fuck, 
and I'd miss her, but if Cherry wanted to go with SYC, 
I'd just have to let her.

"Mmmm," Cherry purred as I slid my hardening meat along 
her exposed slice. The razor stubble tickled the head 
of my dick. I hoped it didn't leave red streaks on me.

"I can't believe you're gonna let me go," she whispered 
as I worked my knob into her pussymouth. She stretched 
those thighs a little further apart, and piss-like ooze 
was already seeping from her crack. I put one hand on 
the ass cheek where she wore her Virgin of Guadalupe 
tattoo, used the other to imbed my cock inside her 
opening, and then I fucked it home.

Cherry squealed, the way she always does the first time 
you ram her, but her cunt loosened and took my meat, 
and then began to milk up and down the shaft. The 
first guy who caught her and fucked her in a TJ alley 
was someone whose hand I'd like to shake, if there was 
a box of Wipe 'n Dry close by.

Cherry was really a natural. I only wish I'd found her 
when she was eight, before she picked up some bad 
mannerisms. She'd never have topped Pollyanna Petite, 
but she could have been as big as Ginger Peach.

She fucked back at me, wiggling that ass. I slapped 
the Virgin on the face, left a red streak on Cherry's 
buttock. My cock rammed again and again to the bottom 
of her hot little cunt. I reached under her to get at 
her clitoris, frigging it while I kept on pounding her 
pussy. The juices flowed from her wet hole and her 
clit throbbed under my fingers.

"You know the routine," I panted, extracting my cock 
from her snatch. Making husky breathing sounds, she 
turned around, squatted down, sucked my rod down her 
throat. She gnawed on it, rolling her tongue in figure 
8s around my meat, taking me almost into her throat. 
She had always narcissistically loved the taste of her 
pussy on a guy's prick, and she ate me greedily.

I fucked her face, holding her by the black-haired 
head. The idea of shooting my load down her throat was 
appealing, but I had something else in mind for Cherry 
Rodriguez' last day on the job at PTHC.

"Leggo," I commanded, tapping her head. She looked up 
at me with those big innocent brown eyes, her mouth 
stretched around the hardness of my meat. Slowly her 
lips unclenched and I slid wetly out of Cherry's mouth.

I pointed with my thumb to the carpeted floor, and she 
lay down on her back, knees up, pussy exposed. That 
red rash on her mound. Kinda made me shiver.

"No, honey, on your knees." Obediently, the little 
girl turned over, going up onto hands and knees. Her 
ass stuck up and out. I kissed the Virgin instead of 
slapping her, and then gave Cherry's butthole a 
delicate lick or three. She giggled at the wet touch 
of my tongue. She knew where this was going.

I positioned myself behind her. Cherry reached around 
to cup her ass cheeks and spread them wider. Her 
little asshole winked at me. I put my cock knob on it 
and began to make penetration of her eleven-year-old 
anus. Lube? I didn't need no steenking lube!

She said "Ngggghh!" as I entered her, and she was a 
little tight, but I was more than a little hard and not 
about to take no for an answer from some pre-teen 
asshole. I just kept on shoving and a moment later her 
colon was full of my cock. I wasn't Ron Jeremy, but I 
had all the meat her ass could hold and then some.

Now it was time to really _fuck_ Cherry. I pumped her 
fast and fiercely, and each time my cock hit bottom she 
went "Uhhh!" She was tight and hot, and there was a 
burrito smell in the air as I opened her up. While I 
fucked her, I got my hand underneath and played with 
her clit and her pussy lips some more, and it had the 
effect I was expecting. A little orgasm trembled 
through Cherry and her pussy oozed juice onto my 
probing fingers.

The climax made her ass clench, like a hard fist around 
my cock. It was all I could do to move it, but somehow 
I did, and a moment later I began to unload deep inside 
her rectum. She collapsed beneath me, onto the floor, 
and I fell atop her, still plugged in, still squirting 
out my load, rabbit-fucking my cock in and out of her 
ass in short hard strokes. It was like I was getting 
my first piece of PT ass ever, all over again.

I came out of her, finally, still hard, and I lifted 
her head off the floor. She was glazy-eyed, 
slack-jawed, and seeing double, which meant there must 
have been two cocks aimed at her face. I saw her 
blink, as if she were trying to choose which one of 
them to take in her mouth. I saved her the trouble and 
thrust myself inside. 

As she sucked on my cock, fresh out of her asshole, she 
looked up at me with those big brown innocent eyes. No 
matter how big a whore she acted, the expression in 
those eyes could still warm your heart. If _only_ I'd 
met her when she was eight, she could maybe have been 
one of the all-time queens of the biz. As it was, I 
doubted I'd ever see a Latina PT who was quite in her 
league.

I was really sorry it had come down to this, but there 
was nothing I could do about it. Cherry was growing 
up, and a little too fast. She cleaned me with her 
tongue, smacking her lips as she sucked the cum off my 
rod. She held me there until I began to go soft.

"Great, as always, Cherry," I told her, patting her 
head. She smiled, her eyes still glazed over. I 
rubbed my cock on her face to wipe away the drool she'd 
left on it, then stood up and tucked it back into my 
pants. I went to the filing cabinet and searched for 
the folder with her name on it.

"Your contract," I said. She took it from my hands. 
"Tear it up, honey. You're now officially free to 
follow your own star. Wherever it leads you."

Cherry sat up. She took the contract in her hands and 
looked up at me, then ripped it in two. "I had a good 
time working for you, Ray. No hard feelings?" I shook 
my head.

Her tits looked even bigger when she was sitting up. 
The rash-like redness of her shaved pussy showed at the 
bottom of her belly. There was no question she was 
pubertal.

"No hard feelings, honey. So what name are you going 
to use at SYC?"

"Uh, I figured I'd just keep on being Cherry Rodriguez, 
you know? People know that name. I'm a star now, you 
know? They look for me on the boxes. But I'm gonna be 
even bigger ... "

I smiled sadly. "That name is a PTHC trademark, 
sweetie. You can't take it with you when you change 
studios. Put those pieces of your contract back 
together and look at article 8, sub-section 3. It's 
all there. Oh, and you'll have to get the tattoo 
removed or altered. It's also a registered PTHC 
trademark. Article 12, sub-section 5."

"My Virgin of Guadalupe?" she asked, tears welling in 
her eyes.

"Yeah, sorry. Maybe you could get it turned into a 
giant butterfly or something. Or maybe a picture of a 
donkey looking over its shoulder and saying 'The GOP 
can kiss my ASS.' Here, take this card. Louie at Tats 
R Us should be able to give you a few more suggestions. 
He does the alterations on all of our ex-talent. What 
the hell, hon, ask him for the PTHC discount. But the 
first time you show that tat in a production for any of 
our competitors, I'll shut 'em down with a federal 
injunction."

I wasn't kidding. I'd done it before. A couple of 
years ago Max Hardcore snookered Belinda Swallow away 
from us. The damn fool even used her company name in 
his PR. My mouthpiece went straight to the Supremes, 
and Clarence Thomas wrote the opinion upholding PTHC. 
It was a 9-0 vote. Our contracts are air-tight. You 
can fuck all the nine-year-olds you want to, but you 
don't fuck with a major corporation.

Cherry looked like someone had just shot her pony. I 
don't enjoy being a meanie, any more than the next guy, 
but business is business. If she went to a competitor, 
she'd have to start fresh there. She wasn't taking 
anything from PTHC with her. We created her image, and 
it belonged to us. If we wanted, we could find another 
kicky little chicana and turn her into the all-new 
Cherry Rodriguez, with the same name, the same Virgin 
of Guadalupe ass-tat, and everything.

Hmmm, might not be a bad idea to do just that. PTHC 
could build itself a perpetual stable of Cherry 
Rodriguezes. I mean, you don't think there was only 
_one_ Lassie, do you? The fucking dog dies and they 
bring in a lookalike. Not even Timmy could tell the 
difference.

I'd have had to let Cherry go anyway. In a couple of 
months she'd look ridiculous starring in PTHC 
productions. Guys who want tits and hair don't buy our 
DVDs; they buy Lucky 13 and Junior Miss Slut. She 
wouldn't last at SYC, but that one-year contract was 
going to cost them out the fucking ass. I wasn't 
losing anything I would not have lost soon anyway, even 
if Jesse Harmon hadn't poached my preserve.

In six months, tops, SYC would buy out her deal and 
she'd be working for Max Hardcore, with razor stubble 
on her cunt, trying to slouch so her tits wouldn't 
stick out so far, and saying, "Please, Mister, don't 
piss in my mouth, I'm only five years old." And nobody 
would believe a word of it. Cherry's career was almost 
over. 

She stood up and began to put her clothes back on. "I 
really hate to leave you, Ray," she said. "Maybe we 
could talk about that deal at SYC. Maybe you could 
offer me just a little bit more money, and some perks, 
and..." She stared at me, big brown eyes hopeful.

I wasn't paying attention. Cherry Rodriguez was the 
past. I was thinking about the future.

I mulled over the changes we'd have to make for 
Thursday's shoot. It was a Cherry gang-bang 
production. But Cherry was gone. Who could we get to 
play the lead? Well, hell, I told myself, why not just 
toss the dice?

Chrissy was already slated to make her feature debut in 
the production, but instead of a supporting role, I'd 
give her the lead. Could she handle it, her first time 
at bat? Something told me the sweet-faced little 
blonde just _might_ be able to do it.

Anyway, we were going to need a new feature girl, fast, 
to replace Cherry Rodriguez on the roster. I already 
had Chrissy on the stardom track; all I had to do was 
just push her along it, a little faster than I'd 
planned. 

While Cherry wiggled into her skin-tight mini and 
slipped her feet into those whorish spikes, I was 
planning a crash publicity campaign.

The full-page ads in Variety, the 30-second spots on 
Spike and ESPN. "Chrissy Sweet. The next big name in 
hardcore. Remember this face. And we know you won't 
forget this pussy."

"Sweet" was just such a perfect name for her, because 
she was sooo fucking sweet. Those big blue eyes and 
long blonde pigtails, those cute little lips wrapped 
around a throbbing cock, her hairless pussy moist with 
anticipation, she was the little girl every guy wishes 
lived next door, the daughter every daddy would 
_really_ like to have.

Mmm, I could see the promos now. A closeup of my dick 
sliding out of Chrissy's cunt with her virgin blood all 
over it. A closeup of her cute little face drenched in 
the gushing load of Billy's long black cock. A 
lingering shot of those big blue eyes rolling over in 
their sockets as she was slamfucked into a moaning 
orgasm.

We needed to get the tv spots lined up, like yesterday! 
Leno, Stern, Larry King, ET, Nick News ... the whole 
circuit. Cherry was supposed to present Best 
Supporting Actor at the Oscars, in two weeks, but she 
could hardly do that now, since she was no longer 
Cherry Rodriguez. I buzzed Melissa on the intercom and 
told her to call the Academy about a last-minute 
substitution and to get Donna Karan busy making a 
killer gown for Chrissy Sweet to wear to the awards.

By the time her first DVDs hit the stands, people would 
be waiting in line for the chance to buy one. If the 
kid had the stuff -- and I was sure she did, even 
though I'd only fucked her once -- she was going to be 
stratospheric. I was thinking maybe 300,000 units. No 
new girl has ever sold that many, first time out, but I 
had a sensation in my bones that maybe history was in 
the making.

And even if it took all night for the editing, we had 
to have a very special trailer on the new Lolita Lust 
DVD that was going out at the end of next week. 
Something to tell the world that there was bright new 
star at PTHC, and that she was going to make a real 
splash in the world of entertainment.

Cherry sulked her way out the door but she was already 
as dead to me as yesterday's bran flakes. The future 
was blonde and cute as a button. But it always is, in 
this town.

CHAPTER 4


I spent the rest of the day in the editing room, 
selecting the most provocative shots of Chrissy's 
audition. This was just for a teaser, something to 
whet their appetites for the real thing, and I only 
gave the audience snippets of our newest porn dolly. 
Billy improvised some music and I wrote a narration. 
We had the trailer in the can by four-thirty and it 
went over to the duplicating lab. Lolita Lust's new 
DVD was gonna be hot anyway, but when they got a peek 
at what was coming soon, there were gonna be hard 
_hard_ dicks in every house in America.

"So how was your day, hon?" Karen asked as I kicked off 
my shoes and settled down into the recliner. The look 
on my face must have been answer enough. She brought 
me the remote and I flipped on the boob tube.

"In our headline story, ET has learned about a major 
shakeup in the adult entertainment world," Mary Hart 
smiled into the camera. "Cherry Rodriguez has jumped 
ship from PTHC and signed a new long-term contract with 
Sweet Young Cunts Video."

Little bitch hadn't wasted any time getting the PR out, 
had she? Cut to Jesse Harmon's office. Cherry was 
sitting on his lap and he was stroking her hot little 
bod while she beamed a big smile into the camera.

"I got tired of being Cherry Rodriguez in flea market 
productions," she announced in a chirpy little voice 
that was pretending to be a couple of years younger 
than she actually was. "From now on, my fans should 
look for my real name on the boxes -- Cuchi Zapata."

The name fit her. She was 100% coochie in my book.

"I'm gonna have complete artistic control over my 
pictures, and if you want to see the _real_ me, you're 
gonna have to buy the DVDs from Sweet Young Cunt! 
Ooohh, you're touching me in naughty places!" she 
smirked at Jesse, shaking a finger in his direction.

His hand was up her little skirt, and a sudden cloud 
passed over his features. Cherry squirmed and sighed, 
as if she was ecstatic, but Jesse didn't look all 
that happy. My guess was, he'd just got his fingers 
inside her panties and found that razor stubble on 
Cuchi's no longer quite so hotly marketable little 
coochie.

"One of the biggest porn stars of recent years, Cherry 
-- I suppose we'll have to call her Cuchi now -- has 
had a meteoric rise," Mary Hart read from the 
teleprompter. Cut to Ron Jeremy sliding his long cock 
into Cherry's tight little asshole. A clip from 
"Backdoor Chiquita." I made a mental memo to the legal 
department. No more publicity releases on archive 
footage of Cherry. If she wanted to promote herself 
from now on, she'd have to do it without our help.

"Hi, Daddy," trilled my daughter Madison. She came 
over to my recliner and gave me a big welcome-home 
kiss. I patted the top of her head. She looked at the 
tv. "Isn't that Cherry?" she asked.

Ron Jeremy was just shooting his load into my 
ex-starlet's open mouth and Mary Hart was doing a V.O. 
about how the girl had hitchhiked her way from Tijuana 
to LA, paying truck drivers for rides with blowjobs, so 
she could break into the entertainment business.

It wasn't true, but it was the story we'd put out on 
her when we were building up her career. Maybe in my 
next interview with Leonard Maltin I'd drop the _real_ 
story, about how I met her when she tried to stick me 
up at the ATM. Maybe I'd also mention that the real 
reason we let her go at PTHC was that she was getting 
too old for porn. I really should call my contact at 
INS and get her dad's green card yanked, too. 

Closeup freeze frame of Cherry sucking on Ron's dick 
with cum all over her face and those big innocent brown 
eyes batting away. "She's so pretty," Madison sighed, 
leaning against my chair. "I wish she could come over 
and play sometime like she used to."

"She's a big girl now," I told my daughter. "And she's 
gonna be so busy making mistakes the rest of her life 
that she won't have time to play with you. Now, sit on 
my lap and I'll read you a story."

I picked up the storybook and turned off the tv. My 
mind blanked out Cherry Rodriguez. You don't live long 
enough to bring office business home with you at night. 
I'd take care of everything tomorrow. Madison settled 
onto my lap and opened the book to her favorite page.

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far across the sea, at 
the back of the North Wind, there lived a beautiful 
little princess..."

***

Much later, in bed, Barry White oozed out of the stereo 
and Karen was all over me like stink on shit. Aside 
from the Barry White music, she was also wearing her 
Snoopy sleep-shirt. That always meant she was ready 
for business.

"You been watching those movies on Lifetime again?" I 
asked. She didn't answer, just filled her mouth with 
my cock and gurgled while she sucked it. "They create 
unrealistic expectations. Most guys don't look like 
male models, with 40-inch chests and 9-inch dicks that 
never get soft. They don't just see some old housewife 
in the supermarket and sweep her off to a luxury hotel 
by the sea, with satin sheets on the bed, rose petals 
in the tub, and candles everywhere. And they don't 
volunteer to put on rubbers."

"Ggggg," Karen throated, worrying her mouth around my 
rod. Not nine inches, but plenty stiff. The sheets 
were percale, and there wasn't a candle or a condom in 
sight. I slipped my hand into Karen's nightie. We 
could always make do. Buttfucking goodbye to Cherry 
Rodriguez had not nearly taken the starch out of my 
sails. I still had more than enough for my wife.

You may wonder what kind of woman would want to marry a 
guy who makes his living in the porn biz. Well, it 
wasn't like Karen was a civilian. The first time I 
fucked her, she was seven and auditioning for PTHC, the 
same week we opened for business, thirteen years ago.

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stealing from me for years. Everybody in the biz knows 
it but this is the first time he's ever come clean. Of 
course, I'm flattered to be stolen from.

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Yeah, her real name is Karen, but she was better known 
as Pollyanna Petite during her working years. Mmm-hmm, 
you know her now, don't you? And you've whacked your 
meat to her a time or three, I'll bet! Everybody has. 
Even me.

She was the greatest star the biz has ever known. We 
still get fan mail, wondering when her next pic will be 
available. They don't even realize that that sweet 
hard-fucking little girl is all grown up now. It just 
goes to prove that great porn is timeless. Long after 
we've all gone to the big Studio in the Sky, guys will 
be watching those DVDs with their fists around their 
dicks and thinking, "Man, I wish that was me fucking 
her!"

After Karen got too old for PTHC, she worked a while in 
teen porn, but her heart really wasn't in it. She 
could've been the queen of teen porn, too -- hell, she 
_was_ the queen! Her Lucky Thirteen tapes have never 
gone out of print in eight years. When she signed 
there, I made sure her contract included a cut of the 
gross, and it's still a substantial quarterly check. 
We set the money aside for Madison's Harvard trust 
fund.

But even when she was working at Lucky Thirteen, all 
Karen wanted to do was hang around at PTHC. With me.

You know what they say -- pop a girl's cherry and 
she'll love you forever. Well, I guess it's true. I 
think I fucked her more, after she'd outgrown PT, than 
I did when she was a star there. Before I knew it, I'd 
fallen head over heels in love. Karen got pregnant, 
married me, and quit showbiz cold turkey. Balls dried 
up worldwide in sadness.

Karen's twenty-one now, though she doesn't look much 
different from the Pollyanna days. The blonde curls 
were (OK, I confess) a bleach job; she's really a 
brunette, and that's how she goes now. Her height 
leveled off at four-ten and three-quarters, and she can 
still wear all of those frilly little pinafores and 
party dresses from her days of stardom. Even though 
she just calls herself an ordinary housewife these 
days, to me, she's still a star and always will be. 
Especially when she gets that hot sweet mouth around my 
cock.

I lifted her Snoopy sleeper and stroked her cunt. She 
wasn't wearing the matching panties with the design of 
Charlie Brown buttfucking Lucy. Too bad. They were 
cute and I enjoyed sliding them down her thighs when it 
was time for business.

The smooth hairless puff was already simmering to the 
touch. I let my finger slide along the gash. It was 
as slick and as tight as a kindergarten virgin -- if 
there are any of them around! Nobody who touched that 
pussy would ever believe that it had popped out a baby 
seven years ago.

I lifted her sleeper while she kept on blowing me. 
Only when I got to the tits did it become obvious that 
she was no longer quite Pollyanna Petite. Her breasts 
were small, about a 32A, but _just_ big enough to keep 
Karen from making the big comeback all the PTHC junkies 
kept clamoring for. Of course, she's a wife and mommy 
now, and we don't need the extra money. She had her 
time in the spotlight and she's happy to be out of it.

"Oh, baby, that's _sooo_ good," I sighed, my cock now 
rigid in her mouth. Her drool flowed down the shaft. 
The wetness of her blowjobs was legendary in the biz. 
No Pollyanna pic was complete without a shot of the guy 
slowly extracting himself from her mouth but still 
connected to it by a long spiderweb of frothy slobber 
that made it look as if he'd already shot off his cum 
between her guppying lips.

Karen raised her face, licking the juice off her lips. 
I pulled the Snoopy shirt up and over, and then we 
stretched out on the bed side by side. My hands 
explored every inch of the little woman. I bent my 
face down to lick and gently suckle the puffy nips, 
feeling them throb and expand against my lapping 
tongue. My hand was between her legs, cupping and 
squeezing a moist hairless cunt whose excitement grew 
more and more tangible with each flex of my fingers 
upon it. 

We kissed. Her mouth was like a baby bird, sucking 
food from its mama's beak. She sucked my tongue the 
same way she sucked my cock. Even after seven years of 
blissful marriage I couldn't keep from thinking that I 
was the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

I'm not a _big_ guy, but she's tiny, so I let her take 
the lead. She slipped a slender leg across my body, 
her smooth thigh rubbing insistently against my cock. 
We smooched some more -- even after seven years of 
marriage it was fun just making out with her -- and her 
puffy nipples throbbed warmly touching my chest.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her mouth, then 
reached down to cup her slim -- hell, skinny! -- ass 
cheeks and pull her atop me. She squirmed into place, 
wiggling, each motion sending a fresh surge of 
excitement through my cock. Fucking at the office is 
just my job. What I do at home is for love.

Her ass was tight and firm. I stroked the small of her 
back, where she has the stretching dolphin tat. She 
already had that when she first came to PTHC, and it 
was what inspired me to have all our girls branded with 
a special company symbol. Karen sighed as I rubbed her 
there, then moved my finger down into her crack. I 
stroked her pussy mouth from behind, tickled her 
butthole, tried to decide where I most wanted to fuck 
her.

"So that dumb little cunt Cherry thinks she's gonna 
rule the world by moving to SYC," Karen commiserated 
between kisses. "I saw her on Oprah the other day -- 
pre-teen stars modeling back-to-school fashions -- and 
you can tell she's getting tits. Over the hill and 
doesn't even know it. I bet she's even got hair on her 
pussy."

"No shop talk," I murmured back, a finger across her 
lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, "but it just makes me 
so mad thinking about that little cunt! I mean, if it 
wasn't for you, she'd be doing "Chiquita Fucks the 
Donkey" shows in TJ. Whatever happened to studio 
loyalty? You made her what she is today. And I'd be 
willing to bet you that she's also lying about her age. 
She fucks like a thirteen-year-old. I always thought 
she did. She's no more eleven than I am."

Yeah, Karen never particularly liked Cherry. It wasn't 
the first time she'd suggested that our starlet might 
be shaving a couple years off her age. But it was 
still the last goddamn thing in the world I wanted to 
talk about.

I lifted her ass up off my lap and she reached 
underneath herself, straightening up my cock and 
positioning it at the mouth of her pussy. She 
slithered downward, swallowing me with little gulps of 
her snatch. I was all the way up her and she was still 
almost as tight as the first time I ever fucked that 
sweet little cunt. We started to screw.

During the five years she worked at PTHC I must have 
fucked Karen a thousand times. More if you count 
rehearsals. Add in at least once a day for most of the 
seven years we've been married. That's a lot of 
fucking. But you know, I'm still not tired of it, and 
I don't think I'll ever be. And they say showbiz 
marriages never last!

She rotated, working my cock around inside her. Jesus, 
she was tight! And believe me, I'm used to fucking 
_tight_ pussy. The interior muscles massaged my cock 
as if they were fingers, giving me ten separate hand 
jobs at the same time. Karen rode proudly, purring, 
squeezing at her hard little tits, sometimes leaning 
down to smack a wet one on my mouth.

That was just getting it ready. After a few minutes 
she started to fuck, and oh, man! You won't believe 
this, but she was even better than when she was the top 
star at PTHC.

As always, she was pretty loud once the fucking got to 
her, and that constant "Ohhhh ... " moaning sent 
shivers through my dick.

I was pumping up into her pussy when I heard the door 
open, then close.

"Whatcha doin'?" came a little soft voice. It was 
Madison.

"I'm just fucking Mommy," I panted.

She came closer, stood by the bed. "I'm not sleepy. 
Is it OK if I watch a while?"

"Sure, honey," Karen said throatily. "Climb up onto 
the bed but don't sit too near the edge. If Daddy gets 
excited, the rocking might make you fall off."

"_If_ Daddy gets excited?" I challenged. I sat up, 
shifting Karen's 80-pound body as if it was a bag of 
jellybeans. She went over onto her back, her legs 
around my waist, and I started fucking her harder. We 
held hands and she slithered like a snake, her pussy 
gulping my stiff rod.

Madison giggled as she watched us. "That's what Rachel 
and Joey were doing on 'Friends' last night," she said. 
"But Rachel's not as pretty as Mommy."

I slicked my cock out of Karen's pussy. "And I'll bet 
Joey didn't have anything like this, either," I said, 
my stiff tool wobbling, slick and shiny from its stint 
inside Karen's wet hole. Madison giggled again.

"What do we call this?" I asked her, moving between 
Karen's legs as she lay prone on the bed, her knees up. 
Karen took me by the cock and rubbed her pussy crack 
with the big cum-drooling know. She eased it between 
her lips and pushed up to engulf me.

"Missionary?" Madison guessed. I thrust home, hard. 
Karen gasped and her feet shot into the air, the toes 
kicking and wiggling while I ground my belly against 
hers, soaking my cock in the wetness of her aroused 
pussy.

"That's right, Punkin." And then I kinda tuned Madison 
out and put all my concentration into fucking her 
mommy.

Lately Madison had gotten more interested in sex. I 
suppose you couldn't blame her. It's all over the 
place. I mean, I'm old enough to remember when they 
only fucked on serious tv drama shows. Now they do it 
on sitcoms, for Christ's sake! It's just the culture; 
there's nothing you can do about it.  And it's better 
for kids to learn this stuff at home than from 
strangers in school.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Maddy wondered, between sucks on 
her thumb.

"No, honey, it feels fantastic," Karen enthused, 
swallowing the hard thrusts of my dick. Juice squished 
out of her cunt every time I rammed it home. Our 
bellies were so wet they seemed to stick together as we 
collided.

I slipped out of Karen and guided her onto her knees, 
then re-entered her in dog-style. I held onto her 
slender waist and imbedded my cock repeatedly in her 
hot wet pussy. I couldn't help remembering the first 
time I'd ever fucked her, just before I turned her into 
a porn legend. But she was better now. Call me 
stodgy, call me an old-fashioned guy, but I'd still 
rather fuck my wife than any of the hot young porn cunt 
I do every day on the job.

Madison crept closer, staring at my dick where it 
continued to prong in and out of Karen. She had her 
thumb in her mouth and she sucked rhythmically. As she 
did, she kept looking up into my face with the most 
serious, almost entranced expression in her dark blue 
eyes. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded as steadily as 
the beat of a metronome. It was like she was 
hypnotized.

Purely on a whim of the moment, I yanked my cock out of 
Karen. It glistened in the roomlight, drenched as it 
was with the juices that oozed from the walls of my hot 
wife's cunt. Madison's eyes got bigger when she saw it 
standing up hard and proud. She inhaled on her thumb 
and just stared. I turned slightly, pointing my cock 
at her face. I touched the top of her curly head. 
Golden brunette, like her mom, the hairs soft and 
silky.

Slowly she let the thumb slide from between her lips. 
She leaned forward, still sitting on her heels, her 
face edging closer to my stiff wobbling cock. Her 
right hand lifted from the bed, where it had been 
supporting her, and she took hold of my rod. Her 
little fingers barely touched around it. She looked up 
into my eyes, silently asking a question. My nod was a 
silent answer. She puckered her lips and pressed them 
to the tip of my wet hard cock.

It was like a touch of hot young fire on my aroused 
meat. "Oooh, Daddy!" she said wonderingly, then kissed 
it again.

I tapped Karen on the dolphin tat at the small of her 
back. "Look," I whispered, and she turned her head. 
By that time Maddy had her tongue out and she was 
delicately, daintily beginning to lick the knob of my 
cock.

"Awww," Karen sighed. "That's so cute!"

Madison giggled, hearing herself praised. She licked a 
little more forcefully.

"Tastes better than my old thumb!" she chirped. Her 
lips ovaled and she eased them down over the end of my 
rod, taking about half of the purple bulb inside. She 
held it firmly, letting her tongue swirl around it. 

The intentions were good, if the technique was 
rudimentary. She couldn't quite coordinate the sucking 
and the licking, tried to do both at the same time, 
earned a D- for technique, but a B- for effort.

"Lick first, then suck," Karen coached. "Remember what 
I showed you on the dildo, honey."

"You've been giving her lessons?" I asked.

Karen beamed. "Just on the vibrator. She likes to 
watch me masturbate, but she wondered if there was 
anything like that she could do, too."

Madison took me a little deeper, all of my knob sliding 
into her mouth. I could feel the saliva flowing inside 
her, bathing me in wetness. She suctioned, then 
relaxed, then used her tongue, then sucked again. The 
beat was steady. I began to throb against her lapping 
tongue. For a first-time try, she was remarkable.

"A little deeper, honey," Karen suggested, sitting up 
and turning toward the two of us. She put her hand on 
Madison's shoulder. "C'mon, you can do it, and Daddy 
won't choke you. I promise!"

"Of course not," I encouraged her. "Show me what 
Mommy's been teaching you."

Madison purred. Just the pressure of her lips told me 
she was really getting into the act of sucking me. 
Karen took one of Maddy's hands and guided it to my 
balls. She fitted the fingers around them, though they 
were too tiny to hold my entire sac.

"Squeeze, a little," she coached, "but not too hard or 
you might make Daddy cry."

The little hand clutched my nuts, flexing. I groaned 
when she pressed hard enough to bang my balls together 
and she understood immediately that she should let up 
slightly. Her fingers stroked my sac and her tiny head 
bobbed as she worked the knob in and out of her mouth. 
She was definitely her mother's daughter.

Her lips stretched, the more she got used to suckling 
me. She couldn't take it very deep, but she was 
naturally talented -- it must be in the genes -- and 
she seemed to get more excited the longer she sucked 
it.

They keep talking about putting sex ed classes in the 
schools, but I'm just an old-fashioned guy at heart. I 
believe kids should learn that stuff at home. Society 
is trying so damn hard to make parents obsolete. It 
may take a whole village, but Mommy and Daddy are still 
the bedrock of our civilization.

"Now give Mommy a turn," Karen said, putting her 
fingers around the base of my cock. Madison let up on 
her sucking and drew back slowly, looking a little 
resentful as she gave it up.

"See how I do it," Karen told her, ovaling her mouth 
and lowering it halfway down the length of my cock. 
Madison's dark-blue eyes got big as she watched her mom 
swallow. Karen hummed and gurgled around my meat. She 
was showing off a little but it felt really good to be 
in her masterpiece mouth.

It was always a wonder to see, to feel that small head, 
small mouth, small throat of Karen's totally envelop my 
cock and wash it clean with her slobber -- to feel her 
lips kissing my balls while my cock throbbed in her 
gullet.

"Let me!" Maddy clamored, suddenly burrowing in with 
her face.

Karen raised her face, shaking her head, exposing my 
spit-shined cock. "Kids! They gotta be the center of 
attention," she smiled at me. "OK, hon, try it again."

Madison fed it back into her mouth, taking me a little 
deeper this time, though nothing to compare with what 
her mother had done. Without even being coached, she 
ringed her thumb and index finger around the base and 
started moving them up and down the shaft in quick, 
short strokes. My pulse increased, my cock seemed to 
grow harder. It wanted more. I thrust a little into 
her mouth, almost gagging her with the suddenness of 
the act.

"Don't be such a hound!" Karen snapped. "It's her 
first time. You don't want to traumatize her!" She 
was right, as always. I slacked off and let Madison 
work at her own speed.

There was no question she was getting into it, and she 
looked so cute and adorable with those big dark eyes 
shining up at me while she worked on my knob and the 
first inch or so below it.

By now she had the action of cocksucking down pat. I 
couldn't help wondering if maybe she'd been practicing 
on the side with someone else, but she wasn't a good 
enough actress to have faked the initial clumsiness. 
No, she was learning it as we went along, and she was 
learning fast.

If she had been auditioning at PTHC, I'd have signed 
her to a development contract and scheduled her for a 
couple of supporting roles in the Playground Gang-Bang 
series, probably, just to get her feet wet in the biz.

"Now I want Daddy to fuck me some more," Karen 
announced, putting her hand firmly on Maddy's shoulder. 

Madison was even more reluctant to let my cock come out 
of her mouth this time. She held the knob, sucking 
hard on it, just refusing to release it until Karen had 
to give her a little thwack on the butt to remind her 
who was the mommy and who was not. I was almost sorry 
to come out of her mouth. A long sticky cloud of 
slobber stretched from her lips to my dick as I slid 
free. Who did _that_ remind me of!

Karen lay back on the mattress with her legs open. 
"Why don't you lick me right here and get me wet?" she 
suggested to Madison, a finger resting right beside her 
slick smooth pussy crack.

Sniffing, Maddy bent down into Karen's crotch. She put 
her hands on the insides of Karen's thighs and leaned 
closer, her tongue extended, pink, shiny, curious. It 
licked delicately along Karen's slice.

"You're already wet, Mommy!" she giggled. Karen hugged 
her and then motioned for me to climb aboard. I 
slipped between her legs and started to insert, but 
Karen stopped me with a touch of the hand.

"You do it, honey," she told Madison. "Take Daddy by 
the cock, mmm, just like that! Now put him inside me. 
I showed you how to do it with the vibrator, didn't I? 
Ohhhh, yes!" she sighed as Maddy opened the gash with 
three little fingers of one hand and used the other to 
work my cock knob inside.

"Can I try it too?" Madison asked, watching me thrust 
into her mother's hole.

"Not today," Karen panted back, lifting her knees to 
draw me in deeper. "You need to wait till you're 
bigger."

Maddy was sucking her thumb again, now that she had 
nothing else to fill her mouth with, and she watched 
intently as I fucked Karen.

The blowjob lesson for our daughter had obviously 
heated my wife up quite a lot. She was manic under me, 
twitching and writhing and eating my cock with her 
pussy. I'd hardly given her a dozen strokes before she 
started to come, and when she did, it was like a 
volcano exploding beneath me. I fucked her hard, 
stretching her climax out, multiplying it.

"Don't cum yet -- save it for my mouth!" she groaned, 
doing the rock and roll hootchie koo. I liked the idea 
too, but holding back my load was the hardest thing I'd 
ever tried to do, at that moment in my life.

Beside us, Maddy was still sucking her thumb, with 
slurpy sounds that made my balls twitch in sympathetic 
harmony. Sweat rolled down my forehead, blinded me, 
but I could feel Madison's eyes devouring the two of us 
as we fucked.

"Now," I said, yanking my dick out of Karen and leaning 
back on my ass. She rose with me and bent into my lap. 
Her mouth pressed a hundred hot kisses on my knob and 
she jacked the shaft vigorously. I wasn't sure how I'd 
lasted as long as I had, all things considered, but 
there was no question she was about to pump a major 
load out of me.

"Is Daddy gonna cum in your mouth?" Madison asked, 
releasing her thumb. "I want to taste it, too!"

"Just a sip," Karen conceded, lifting her mouth off my 
knob. "C'mere and get some."

Maddy giggled and took my bulb between her lips. She 
seemed more comfortable with it now, and I even went a 
little deeper than the last time -- though nothing that 
might earn her a spot on any of our "Pre-Teen Throat" 
videos. She sucked hard while Karen's hand continued 
to vibrate up and down my shaft, and then, while I was 
in her mouth, I felt the first scuddering squirt of my 
wad slosh across Madison's lapping tongue.

"Oh, shit!" I said.

Karen gave me one more hand stroke, then pulled me out 
of Maddy's mouth and into her own. I finished 
ejaculating there, the kind of load I usually hire 
Peter North to provide.

As my eyes cleared after the exertion, I saw Maddy's 
mouth gaping. Her tongue was white, not pink, and 
coated in thick goo that leaked down her chin. "Tastes 
funny," she said in a gurgly voice.

"Tastes good," Karen corrected. She scooped up the 
viscous blob that was just flowing through Maddy's 
dimple and eased her finger into Madison's mouth. 
"Suck it dry," she commanded. "And swallow."

"It does taste good," Madison agreed, her eyes bright 
and excited. "Oooh, Mommy, can we do it again?"

"No, your daddy needs to rest now. He's an old guy and 
he can't do it all the time. You go back to bed."

"Aw," Madison complained, "it was just starting to be 
fun!" But she was a good kid who did what she was 
told, and she kissed us both goodnight, picked up her 
lollipop, and stuck it back in her mouth before she 
went out the door.

I suppose all along I'd known this day would eventually 
arrive, but it was nothing I'd ever really thought 
about. I mean, as a father I took it pretty much for 
granted that some day I'd show Maddy the ropes. The 
idea of messing with a girl under the age of consent is 
nauseating to me, and unlike some guys in the biz I 
won't even let my talent _pretend_ to be minors.

(You, Max Hardcore! I'm talking to you, you perve! 
"Oooh, Mister, I'm just five years old, why are you 
trying to stick that big thing up my butthole?" 
Disgusting. Even though we all know those teenage 
skanks you're using are further from jailbait than from 
their hymens.)

Madison was seven, and perfectly legal, so it shouldn't 
have been such a big deal at all. Just the standard 
family tutorial in sex-ed. Happened every day in every 
home in the nation.

Of course, while I cuddled under the sheets with Karen, 
I did find myself thinking about the way Madison had 
sucked me, the excitement she had shown when that first 
squirting burst of my cum splashed her tongue. But my 
mind was still on the Cherry situation. I couldn't see 
the forest with all those damn trees in the way.


CHAPTER 5

Monday morning I had a conference with Lolita Lust and 
her mom Janine. Talk about stage mothers!

But it's a part of the biz you can't avoid. Even 
though the age of consent is pretty realistically 
placed at six, and Selective Service starts culling off 
the cannon fodder at sixteen for service in Free 
Afghanistan, Free Iraq, Free France, Free Germany, Free 
Canada and whatever country we have to Free next, you 
still can't sign a legal contract until age eighteen. 
And you can't buy a drink if you're under twenty-one. 
Why? You tell me! I don't make the rules -- I just 
have to live by them, like everybody else.

So the result is that Mommy always tags along and is 
usually much harder to deal with than the star. All 
Mommy thinks about is the image and the money. Art is 
the furthest thing from her mind.

"I read about Cherry in Variety," Janine said, as soon 
as she'd planted her fat ass in the leather chair. I 
knew where this was going the moment her mouth opened. 
She was gonna hold me up for more money and more perks. 

Lolita was too hyper to sit down; she just wandered 
around the office, licking a lollipop. The kid had to 
have _something_ in her mouth constantly.

"People change studios all the time," I said 
noncommittally. "I decided to let her go. Frankly, 
she doesn't have that much more viability in the biz, 
anyway."

Janine nodded. "That Oprah show. We were there, too. 
I saw her backstage changing. How long do they think 
they can pass her off as a pre-teen, anyway. I always 
suspected she was two or three years older than she 
claimed to be -- just like that kid in Little League a 
few years back, the one with the fake birth 
certificate. Betcha anything she's at least thirteen. 
Maybe even a scrawny fourteen. Like, they don't have 
any food in Mexico and she could just be seriously 
undernourished."

She had a point there. Not that Karen hadn't already 
mentioned it, and not that I hadn't thought 
occasionally about it myself.

Cherry was well used to getting it up the ass before I 
ever got my hands on her. You didn't even need lube 
with the bitch. How _many_ ten-year-olds can you say 
that about? I just wondered what an enterprising 
researcher might find if he went to the Mexicali vital 
records office and looked up her birth record.

The more I thought about it, the more I became 
convinced she really was cheating on her age. Maybe 
I'd have that checked out, and spring a copy of the 
birth cert on the industry press, just about the time 
her first Sweet Young Cunt video hit the stands. You 
think Milli Vanilli's sales plummeted when everybody 
found out they were lip-synchers? Wait until the world 
found out Cherry-Cuchi was a fake PT!

The only thing that worried me was that the FTC might 
force us to take all her back-inventory tapes off the 
market, if she really had been lying about her age.

I still remembered the bath some of the competition 
took when it was revealed that Traci Lords was actually 
twenty-one, not fourteen, and there were a shitload of 
class-action lawsuits over the misrepresentation, which 
bankrupted at least three of the major teen-porn 
studios.

I've never been so happy in my life that we were doing 
pre-teen exclusively. Traci could never have passed 
herself off at PTHC. My hands and conscience were as 
clean as Ivory Soap, and I wasn't stuck with a lot of 
teen tapes that I could no longer market.

Well, if we had to, we could set up a new division, 
retitle, redesign, and keep on selling Cherry's old 
stuff as bonafide teen-porn. If worst came to worst, 
that is. There's not nearly as much money in that 
stuff as there is in PT, but we have miles of her 
footage in the can and it would be a shame to piss it 
all down the drain, even if the little cunt did finally 
get what was coming to her.

"I want a pony, just like Cherry's getting," Lolita 
announced without warning. "And a saddle, and a 
bridle. And a ranch in the Valley so I'll have 
someplace to ride. Mommy says you're gonna give me 
_all_ of those." Janine glared at her. "Oh, and more 
money, too," Lolita added, getting it. She licked her 
lollipop again, staring blankly at me with those big 
green eyes. 

Janine stood up and leaned across my desk. Her blouse 
slid away and gave me a long look down into her 
cleavage. She had really big tits. Some guys go for 
that. Me, I suppose it's OK for a change of pace, but 
who would want something like that all the time? 
Different strokes, I guess.

Anyway, she wasn't my type at all. Five-eight, about 
140, big 38-DD tits, big ass, thirty-three if she was a 
day, and pushy as hell. The world is full of women 
just like that. Most men are married to them, or have 
been.

It's the reason guys love porn so much.

They want to see, and vicariously fuck, sweet little 
things who just want to make a guy happy and who aren't 
going through your wallet to see if there's any extra 
cash they can stuff into their bras. Hell, they don't 
even _have_ bras they can hide your money or credit 
cards in!

Hot tight little pussies that squeak when you insert 
your rod and eyes that look like they're going to bulge 
out of the sockets while you stuff it up their snug 
holes.

Tender tiny assholes that spread like butter with a 
coating of K-Y, and mouths that never _never_ wonder 
"What are you gonna do for me if I let you?"

Trusting little faces you can fuck and squirt your cum 
into, and they just giggle and lap it up, even if your 
rod is straight from the butt.

Yeah, we supply a need, all right, and I like to think 
that we make life better, sweeter, more enjoyable for 
millions of guys all over the world, who would 
otherwise be the victims of the quiet desperation 
Thoreau used to talk about. I've got the fan letters 
to prove it.

"Ray," Janine said, sucking her breath in so that the 
tits lifted toward my face, "it seems to me that Lolita 
has suddenly become very _very_ important to PTHC." 
Those tits just seemed to swim in her cleavage, making 
me a little seasick.

"Lo's a star," I agreed, parrying her smoothly. 
"She'll always be important to us." Lolita beamed, 
hearing herself spoken of. She smirked, wrinkling her 
little freckled nose.

Nature was pretty good to the kid, you have to admit. 
She's about three-nine, leggy in proportion, pretty 
cute in the face, with a luxurious growth of thick red 
hair. Sometimes I wonder if she'll look like a 
redheaded Corey Feldman when she gets a little older, 
but that's down the road. She's adorable right now. 
And she fucks like a Bangkok whore on meth, which is 
always a plus.

At ten, she has at least two good years left in the 
biz. We might be able to use her till she's thirteen 
or even fourteen, unless she has a growth spurt, but so 
far there was no sign of one, and I kept my fingers 
crossed in hope. 

"According to Variety, Cherry--"

"Cuchi," I corrected. "She can't take the name to SYC. 
She's Cuchi now. She'll never be Cherry again." If she 
ever had been, in the first place, which I seriously 
doubted.

"_Cuchi_," she went on, "is going to get $5000 a day at 
SYC. That's double what you were paying her. Frankly, 
it's also more than you're paying Lolita, and you know 
as well as I do that Lolita is what will keep PTHC up 
and running, with Cherry gone. I think it's time to 
renegotiate."

"OK. You have a point. Let's say we up Lolita from 
$3500 a day to $4000. That's a lot more money than 
most ten-year-olds make, no matter what profession 
they're in. And of course she'd still be the 
highest-paid girl at PTHC -- just like she is now."

"I was thinking $7500," Janine replied.

No fuckin' way! I resisted the urge to blurt it out as 
plainly as that, but I think my face told her the 
story.

"Anyway," I pointed out, "Cuchi's not gonna draw that 
5K very long. The first time SYC gets a look at her 
tits and bush, they're gonna realize the mistake. 
She'll be working Lucky Thirteen or Parochial Pussy and 
doing good to get $1000 a day. The market just isn't 
there. Guys don't want to stroke it off to old, 
over-the-hill chicks. They want young and sweet. 
We'll probably be using Lolita more, especially with 
Cherry gone, and even if it is less money than you're 
asking, it will add up to more because there'll be a 
lot more work for her."

"Fuck you, Ray, you know she's worth it! A girl like 
this comes along once or twice in a lifetime!" Lolita 
batted her big green eyes at me while she worked the 
lollipop in and out of her mouth, just like she was 
slurping Lex Steele's boner.

"There was Pollyanna, and Ginger Peach, and now there's 
Lolita. Fifteen years, three superstars. You've had 
hundreds of little cunts in front of your camera, and 
you've only had three girls who could sell 100,000 
units on the first day of release just by having their 
picture on the cover."

She looked at her daughter. "Tell Uncle Ray what we've 
been working on, honey. Let's see if that changes his 
mind."

Lolita giggled, sucked a little more on her lollipop. 
"Double anal," she chirped.

My eyebrows lifted. Pollyanna used to do double anal. 
So did Ginger Peach, back in the mid-90s, but -- I've 
never admitted this before -- we faked it with her, 
used inserts of Pollyanna. The PR said she'd gotten 
the dolphin tat on her tailbone because she worshiped 
the ground Pollyanna walked on and wanted to be just 
like her idol, but the truth was, she got it so we 
could re-use that double anal footage.

But before you start accusing me of deceptive business 
practices, I just wanna say that Ginger's double pussy 
penetrations were all strictly on the up-and-up. What 
you see on the DVD is exactly what happened on the set. 
It was just that her little asshole wouldn't stretch 
far enough for two cocks at the same time.

Sure, you can DP a pre-teen if you're careful, but two 
dicks in the same asshole? Forget it! The girls just 
can't handle that. Not my rule -- it's Mother 
Nature's. They're just not big enough.

And Lolita was tinier than average. Sure, her footage 
always looks super hot on screen, but if you notice 
carefully, you'll see that we always team her with guys 
who have skinny dicks. Long, yeah, but skinny is key. 
Do you think she fucks Randy West so much because she 
really _likes_ him? Of course not. That slender 
little dick is what gets him up her tight PT asshole.

"Take off your dress, Lolita," Janine commanded. 
Lolita stuck the lollipop into her mouth and reached 
behind to unzip herself. She slicked out of her little 
paisley mini, kicked off the matching panties, stood 
naked except for her Maryjanes and knee socks, still 
sucking away on her candy stick.

Starkers, she was even cuter than with clothes on, that 
little bod a vibrant temptation to any porn fan. Her 
chest was smooth, flat, with just the slightest hint 
that someday -- a long time from now -- it might sprout 
tits. Her nipples were strawberry-colored, very large 
-- it would take years for her tits to grow into those 
nipples.

She might work the PT side of the street till she was 
thirteen or fourteen, the rate she was growing, and 
that didn't displease me a bit. The longer she could 
work for me, the more money there was in it.

There was a small green leprechaun tat just above her 
naturally hairless pussy -- an obvious choice, 
considering the red hair and freckles. It caught your 
eye almost as quickly as the deep cleft that bisected 
her pussy mound. Of course, the cleft was a lot 
sweeter to lick than the leprechaun.

Janine opened her purse and extracted two vibrators 
from it. "Now come here," she told her daughter.

Obediently -- she really was a well-behaved kid, who 
wasn't much trouble on a set as long as she had 
something to do and wasn't just helling around between 
setups -- Lolita sashayed to my desk.

I didn't like the way she was walking. She didn't have 
anything to swish around, but she had begun to wiggle 
her skinny ass around like a runway model or a street 
'ho. There was a habit that needed to be broken, and 
fast. Our audience wants little girls who fuck like 
little girls, not little girls who act like 
eighteen-year-old sidewalk sluts.

"Climb up into the chair," Janine told her. Lolita got 
up there, on her knees, skinny little ass pointing at 
me with the smooth slick crack showing beneath. A 
familiar sight to any porn fan, and it brought the same 
old smile to my lips.

Janine got a tube of gel from her purse -- she must 
have stopped at Le Sex Shoppe on the way over -- and 
squeezed some of it onto her daughter's little butt. 
She worked it all around the tiny hole, greasing up her 
finger and carefully inserting it.

Lolita squealed shrilly at that, the same way she 
always does when you stick something up her ass. You'd 
think by now she would be used to it, but it's just 
like that giggling sound Pollyanna -- Karen -- used to 
make when the cock shoved home, or the way John Belushi 
used to say "But _nooooooo_," or the way President 
Schwarzenegger always throws "Hahsta la veesta, bebby" 
or "I'll be bahhck" into his State of the Union 
address. The audience loves it and the star delivers 
it. And if Lolita wasn't smart enough to know that, 
her mom damn sure was.

"Oooh, Mommy!" Lolita squeaked, as if this was the 
first time she'd ever had a finger in her butt. Yeah, 
sure!

Janine screwed it around inside her, then withdrew and 
squirted some more of the lubing gel right into the 
baby-size gaper. She put her hands on Lolita's little 
ass cheeks and squeezed them together, pushing the gape 
shut and oozing the lube into the ripe young flesh.

"Now, watch this," Janine told me. She rubbed a little 
more jelly on one of the vibrators. Pressing its 
pointy snout against Lolita's asshole, she eased it 
gently inside her daughter. Lolita squealed again. 
Her body tensed, muscles flexing in her thighs. The 
vibrator went about four inches up her butt.

"I've seen that before," I said. And done it, too, I 
might have added, but there was no use stating the 
obvious.

Janine didn't say anything. She left the dildo 
sticking out of Lolita's ass and gave a similar gel 
treatment to the other vibrator. She looked at the sex 
toy that was stuffed as tightly into Lolita's butt as a 
cork in a wine bottle, and then she looked at me. She 
held up the second vibro. I just shook my head. No 
fuckin' way.

She bent over and kissed Lolita on the ass cheek. "Now 
you remember how we practiced," she said. "You be good 
and don't cry."

Janine withdrew the vibrator she'd already stuck up 
Lolita. As before, the cute little pink butthole 
continued to gape, with its occupier removed. Before 
the elastic flesh could snap shut, Janine pushed the 
tips of _both_ vibrators into the aperture. It wasn't 
big enough for them both, of course, but she had 
already loosened it up, and slowly, almost 
excruciatingly, it began to spread a little, and then a 
little more.

Damn, I thought, I believe she's gonna do it!

Lolita was really squealing now, and it wasn't just her 
usual act. You could tell she fucking meant it. That 
sound would have been great to dub over one of our 
Playground Rape videos, since the little whores don't 
always scream quite convincingly enough. Maybe we 
could try this again sometime with the Nagra running. 
Lolita's wails chilled me to the bone but they also 
made my dick get really hard.

"Don't screech," Janine reminded her daughter. If I 
hadn't been watching, I'd never have believed that she 
now had both dildos a good four inches up Lolita's 
tight tiny butthole. Sure, they were skinny vibrators, 
neither of them even as thick as Randy West, but it was 
still a DAP.

I tuned out the girl's wailing cries and set up the 
shot in my mind. Three camera coverage -- two on the 
ass and one on the face -- two guys with thin dicks, 
and a _lot_ of K-Y. My dick is on the skinny side, as 
I think I've already told you. We could find another 
one for the job.

"Ooooh, it hurts, Mommy!" Lolita squealed.

"Be professional!" Janine snapped. She put the palm of 
one hand across the ends of the two protruding dildos 
and held them steady in place. With the other hand she 
stroked and tickled Lolita's pussy, her finger sliding 
back and forth through the tight crack, up to the base 
of the little clit.

Rubbing her clit always calms Lolita down, and this 
time was no exception. The girl began to breathe 
harder, panting now, rather than screeching. Janine 
pushed with her palm, and the two dildos went a little 
further up Lolita's asshole.

The sight was almost indescribable. I wished to Christ 
I had a camera here so I could get some footage of 
this. If she could do this on set, in front of the 
camera, I might even pay her the $7500 her mom wanted. 
That pony was a possibility too.

"Well?" Janine said, raising her head and staring 
triumphantly at me. "What did I tell you?" Both 
dildos were firmly inserted, a good six inches for 
each, up the anus of Lolita Lust. I'd never have 
believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

I stood up behind the desk, reaching for my zipper. 
"Let's make sure there's no optical illusion."

***

Janine slipped the vibrators out of Lolita's ass while 
I got my dick out and moved into position behind her. 
Janine took hold of my cock and worked the end of it 
into her daughter's gaping asshole. It was already 
starting to snug up, but when I first went inside her, 
it was about as loose as fucking a twenty-year-old 
pussy in a granny porn shoot. I shoved until my nuts 
slapped Lolita's perineum and my cock was fully 
engulfed in her anus.

She squealed again, but I'd already seen her with the 
dildos and I knew she was just acting now. She was 
good, though. That's why she was our top girl. I 
fucked in and out of her butt a dozen strokes, just 
keeping her loose. "Now stick one of those things in 
alongside me," I told Janine.

Even with a fresh coating of love-gel, it was a tight 
squeeze getting the vibrator up there next to my cock, 
but almost before I knew it, we had made penetration. 
Janine was busy underneath me, constantly moving my 
balls out of the way so she could work the dildo.

Not the first time she'd ever groped my nuts, and I'm 
pretty sure I could have fucked her any time I wanted. 
After all, I was the guy who wrote very generous 
paychecks to her daughter and meal ticket.

But she wasn't my type. She was at least thirty-three, 
and those big tits were a real turn-off. Maybe the 
business has affected my taste in fucking, just a 
little, but hey, if I weren't a normal guy, I could 
never have tapped into the universal subconscious the 
way I have with my video work.

Still, as her fingers touched my balls, I had the 
sudden dick-shrinking fantasy that maybe Janine was 
going to stand up, shuck out of that dress, and wallow 
her fat body all over me while I tried to buttfuck her 
daughter.

Stay hard! I told my prick. I went a little deeper 
into Lolita, dogged by that vibrator. Janine's hand 
dropped away from my balls and now there was nothing to 
interfere with the pleasure.

I boned in and out of Lolita's asshole, with the dildo 
stuffed in right beside me. She shoved her flat chest 
against the back of the chair and took it like a 
trouper, stroke after thrust after stroke. Moving 
within her was a chore, so I made up for it by ramming 
as hard as I possibly could, just to keep my dick in 
motion.

Janine fumbled around beneath me. I thought she was 
after my balls again, but what she had in mind was 
something else. She flipped the switch on the dildo 
and it began to buzz. Lolita squealed shrilly, and I 
almost did too, feeling that sudden electric vibration 
pulsate along the entire length of my ass-pounding 
cock.

I grabbed Lolita's ankles, lifting her up slightly, and 
I began to pound her really hard and really deep. It 
was too fucking bad there was no camera ready. This 
would have made a great segment for "Ray's Private 
Sessions." Maybe we'd recreate it sometime. Right now 
what I really wanted to do was get my nut.

A facial would have been terrific for the camera, but 
an anal creampie was just right for Ray. I gasped and 
strained and thrust her full of stiff dick and then 
emptied my wad into Lolita's butthole. The vibrator 
was still buzzing madly.

"Take it out," I told Janine, and her fingers touched 
my dick. "No, you dumb bitch, the vibrator!"

She slid it out of Lolita and I pumped the girl a few 
more times, making sure my dick got empty before I 
removed it. The last couple of squirts popped so hard 
my knob ached a little. 

When I came out of her, I was starting to go soft. 
That was one hell of a buttfuck. Lolita's anus gaped 
widely, thanks to the double insertion she'd just 
experienced. The little mouth pulsated, and each throb 
caused a bubble of cum to ooze out the pink hole and 
down onto Lolita's hairless crack.

I gazed at the sight and mentally framed it for the 
camera. We'd zoom in on her cum-busted asshole, so 
close the viewer could almost stick his finger into 
that sweet pink gaper and coat it in the dribbling 
jizz. If that didn't cop the top prize at the People's 
Choice Awards, I would get out of the biz.

"Seventy-five hundred it is," I croaked, "but you'll 
have to buy the pony out of your own stash."


CHAPTER 6

Chrissy's first -- and first starring -- video was 
"Playground Rape #173: Revenge of the Imperial Wizard." 

It was a message picture. I never believed that line 
about Western Union. We have an obligation to the 
audience -- not just to get their dicks hard, but to 
give them something to think about. I settled back to 
watch the projection of the final edit.

Usually we slip the newer girls in with supporting 
roles, gradually introducing them to the audience while 
they get the feel of working in front of the camera. 
But thanks to Cherry's treacherous stab in the back, 
I'd been caught short. So I decided to let Chrissy go 
for the gold, her first time out. It was a good way to 
find out if she really had the stuff, even though I was 
sure I already knew the answer. Schumann did a quick 
rewrite on the script and turned it into a one-girl 
showcase. Now, let's see what we had created.

You've seen the series; you know it doesn't vary too 
much from one episode to another. Guys don't mind the 
old plots; it's the new meat that keeps bringing them 
back for more.

Simple setup. Chrissy arrives at school late, finds a 
notice on the door that school has been cancelled today 
due to a water break. Well, damn! And she's missed 
the bus home! What's a girl to do? Chrissy knows. 
She marches down to the playground and takes off all 
her clothes.

We watch her goofing around on the monkey bars, 
swinging, sliding down the board with her legs wide 
open and a sharp-focus zoom straight to her pink cunt. 
She hits the ground with a thud on her little bare ass 
and starts to cry because it hurts. The viewer at home 
is holding the remote with one hand and his dick with 
the other. He knows what's about to happen.

Look! It's the school janitor. "Are you OK, little 
girl?" he asks, helping her stand up. He's a big black 
guy, twice as tall as naked little Chrissy. Very 
casually he pats her on the bare butt, and she gives 
him a big smile while he wipes her tears away with his 
red handkerchief. His hand lingers on her face. The 
hankie falls away. She starts to lick his fingers.

Billy is playing the janitor, of course. He's been hot 
to get his cock into this little blonde honey ever 
since she blew him that first day, and unless he 
sneaked a quickie while she was in makeup, this will be 
his first chance to fuck her. From the size of the 
bulge in his work pants, I'd say he didn't sneak a 
quickie.

Chrissy sucks one of his black fingers into her mouth 
and gives him that sweet but sassy eye flash. He 
stiffens his finger out straight and works it back and 
forth while she just sucks away. Billy's face suggests 
that he knows he's about to get lucky. The viewer is 
stiff by now, with little beads of pre-cum oozing from 
the end of his cock. Hold onto that load, Mr 
Spectator. It's going to get better.

"I look funny," Chrissy said, raising her face from my 
lap and eyeing the projection screen where she was 
making googoo eyes at the camera while sucking Billy's 
middle finger.

"You look hot," I assured her, and I eased her face 
back down to my cock. Mr Spectator wasn't the only one 
who was hard. She let her little pink tongue glide 
across the end of my knob, wiping away the bubbles of 
pre-cum that oozed from my piss-slit.

Billy stands her up in the swing. She holds onto the 
ropes with both hands. He has both hands on her thin, 
white little body, touching every inch of her while she 
preens and stretches. He gropes her young pussy, using 
the same finger she sucked so wetly. It goes into her 
without a problem and he gives her a warmup reaming. 
Chrissy Sweet sighs dreamily, holding the swing ropes 
very tightly. She reaches out with her foot and slides 
a Maryjane across that protruding bulge in his pants.

"What's that?" she asks innocently. The dialogue is 
old, but she makes it sound fresh and new.

"You wanna see?" Billy wonders, a little froth forming 
on his lips. Chrissy nods eagerly, just the right 
amount of innocent curiosity. He unzips his pants and 
fishes out that long stiff black dong.

Chrissy's eyes get big, as if she's never seen anything 
like that before. "Wow! What's that for, Mister?"

"For you, if you play your cards right," Billy smiles. 
He comes closer, takes her by the wrist, brings her 
hand down to touch his meat.

Chrissy makes a face of wonderment. It gave me 
goosebumps. Or maybe that was caused by Chrissy 
herself, who was busy sucking my cock. No, I think I'm 
feeling just the way Louis B Mayer did, the day he 
watched Judy Garland's first screen test.

She makes a circle around his cock with her thumb and 
forefinger, slides it a short distance up and down the 
shaft. Now she's nibbling her lip and looking very 
thoughtful. "My uncle has one of these," she said, 
"but it's white and little. Do you want to see what he 
lets me do with his?"

"More than you could ever guess," Billy smiles. He 
sits her down in the swing and sticks that rod in her 
face. Chrissy takes it in both hands, demurely kisses 
the tip, and then slides her mouth down over it.

She sucks like a schoolgirl. Hell, she _is_ a 
schoolgirl! Dainty little sips at stiff black meat, 
with constant undirected glances up at him. And at the 
camera, which was shooting from Billy's POV. "Am I 
doing it right?" her eyes ask. Her mouth is much too 
busy to speak.

Her sucking becomes more adept, the longer she does it. 
You can see she likes the taste of hard cock. She 
takes him a little deeper, gasping for breath between 
swallows. Smacking sounds accompany her mouth work. 
Drool flows from her lips and down his rod. She still 
holds onto it with both hands.

Chrissy's drool was flowing down my own shaft at the 
same time. Her teeth gnawed gently but insistently 
around my hard meat. I made a mental note to be sure 
that the blowjob footage was on the promo reel Chrissy 
would take to her Larry King spot Sunday night. Just a 
tease of it, just enough to make the cable audience 
_need_ to go out and buy that goddamn DVD!

She does a fantastic job of playing innocent blonde 
suddenly given the chance to suck on twelve long inches 
of hot black cock. She looks just like an angel, with 
those dreamy expressions and eyes closed as if she's 
praying.

Hmmm. There's a script idea. A cute blonde pre-teen 
angel, who comes down from heaven to bring happiness to 
the world. We could put Chrissy in a white robe, with 
halo and wings, and use "Ave Maria" as background music 
for the sex scenes. Brilliant idea. I grabbed the 
note pad off my desk and scribbled a quick memo to the 
writer, while she kept on slathering my cock with her 
warm wet tongue.

Suddenly Billy yanks it out of her mouth, whacks 
himself a couple of strokes, and gushes a wad straight 
into her face. Most of it goes in her open mouth. Her 
eyes get big again, and there's a tremor in her throat 
as she swallows. You can count every gulp.

"Tastes a lot better than my uncle," she giggles, 
wiping her lips with a finger. Billy's cock starts to 
droop where it juts out of his unzipped work pants. 
Chrissy reaches for it. "Can I have some more?" she 
asks, just like Oliver Twist.

His black cock twitches, and the head begins to point 
upward again while Chrissy squeezes it inside her hot 
little hand. There's still a bubble of jizz in the tiny 
dimple above her upper lip. It seeps downward and she 
catches it with her tongue just as it starts to drip 
away.

Chrissy sucked harder on my cock, still down there on 
her knees in front of me. What can I say, it's one of 
the perks of being the CEO! Her mouth was halfway down 
my shaft now. With some practice she could be the best 
PT deep-throater since Pollyanna Petite's golden days. 

I began to regret promising Lolita $7500. We hadn't 
signed anything yet, though, and I would get the 
mouthpieces onto the case, to see what kind of 
loopholes might be possible. Something told me that 
Chrissy Sweet was going to blow Lolita Lust's little 
white panties away. Still, if Lo could deliver on that 
double-anal, she'd be worth the money, and then some.  
But I still wasn't sure.

Back on screen Billy is sitting on the seesaw. He 
arranges Chrissy atop his lap, slipping the end of his 
cock into her hairless pussy. She squeals at the 
penetration, just the right "Oooh, that feels weird -- 
but soooo good!" not the "Ouch, you're _hurting_ me, 
you big-dicked motherfucker!" that can kill the 
hard-ons for more sensitive viewers (and bone them up 
solid for some of you guys -- you know who you are).

It goes into her, shallowly, and he holds her little 
body up so as not to traumatize her all at once with 
his big rod. Then he kicks down at the ground with his 
feet and the seesaw rises. As it does, his cock slides 
further into Chrissy's cunt.

Up, then down. His feet hit ground and he thrusts 
again. Chrissy's eyes roll. This is only the second 
fuck of her lifetime, and admittedly, he's bigger than 
the guy who got her cherry. She squirms, taking more 
of him into herself. It's a struggle, sure, but she 
wants to fuck him. She fucks him. Billy kicks the 
ground and the seesaw lifts once more, only to come 
back down with a thud that imbeds him further still in 
her tight cunt.

She's got it now. "Fuck me," she pants, "oooh, fuck 
me!" Her ass wiggles and she's moving even without the 
bump and grind action of the seesaw. You can tell she 
loves it, wants it. Anybody who spilled his load 
during the facial has a boner again now.

But wait a minute, the viewer is asking himself. This 
is Playground _Rape_, not Playground _Consensual Sex_. 
Where's the _action_?

Billy and Chrissy keep fucking atop the bobbing seesaw.  
Closeups show her little pink pussy stuffed full of 
hard black meat. That's not lube oozing out of her; 
it's her own juices. Well, some of it is lube. 
Between shots the makeup girl sprays them with a bottle 
of baby-oil and water mixed.

"This is disgraceful!" says a redneck voice, off 
camera. "Some nigger fucking a little white girl in 
broad daylight! Well, we're not gonna stand for that!"

The camera pans around, and there are four guys in 
white hoods and white robes. They have eyeholes cut in 
their hoods. The leader lifts up his robe and he's not 
wearing anything under it but a long skinny dick -- 
stiff -- and a big hairy belly.

"Ohmygod!" Chrissy squeals. "It's the KKK!" (It 
required three takes to get the line right. The 
innocent little thing had never heard of the Ku Klux 
Klan and kept calling them the "KY" instead of the KKK. 
If you listen closely, you can hear a slight hesitation 
before she finishes the line.)

And with that, they make their rush. Two of them drag 
Chrissy off Billy's cock. The leader throws a punch 
which looks as if it really contacted, and Billy 
overacts more than a little, snapping his head back and 
plopping to the ground. It looks good, though, and he 
lies there as if he's unconscious or worse. His dick 
still sticks straight up and it glistens wetly. From 
time to time it twitches, but it never goes soft.

"Little whore," the Klan leader snarls from under his 
hood. "We'll show you what it's like to fuck real 
men!"

He lifts his robe again and advances on Chrissy. She 
shrinks like a violet, starting to cry. He grabs her 
throat, squeezing it until her mouth opens. If you 
hadn't been on the set, you'd think he was really 
forcing her. But it's only an illusion, folks. This 
is Hollywood. 

Still, this was the point where I thought it was a good 
idea to get Chrissy's mom out of the way. Blocking and 
filming a gang-bang is hard enough at best, without the 
star's mommy second-guessing every setup, every 
closeup.

Pam Mickelman had been stage-momming around the set all 
morning, the way they always do (especially the first 
time out) and she was just a distraction anyway. I 
didn't want her directing over my shoulder during the 
rest of the shoot, so I slipped my P.A. -- that 
Spielberg kid, the one who thinks he's gonna be the 
next Hitchcock, or maybe even the next Ray Conklin -- 
two hundred and asked him to entertain her for a while, 
if you know what I mean (and I think you do). He 
suggested a drink in the Winnebago, to calm her down a 
little. He escorted her off, and the rest was history.

Christ! The old gal mustn't have had it for months. 
She finally showed up again, half an hour after the 
last setup, walking bowlegged and with the kind of 
smile an undertaker would be a week getting off her 
face. Chrissy had to remind her to pick up the check! 
Man, I couldn't have fucked anything like that, and I 
told the P.A. to give himself an extra two hundred for 
service so far above and beyond it wasn't funny. He 
didn't even want to take the money. That kid isn't 
long for the biz.

The Kleagle strokes Chrissy's hair with one hand and 
squeezes her throat with the other, making that mouth 
gape. She's brilliant, even looks exactly like he's 
hurting the hell out of her. I suppose her mommy is in 
the back of the Winnebago with her heels in the air. 
Just as long as she isn't interfering with the shoot!

Chrissy resists perfectly, moaning and sobbing with her 
mouth wide open while he calls her a filthy little 
whore and threatens to piss in her face, and then he 
shoves his cock straight into her whimpering yap.

If you zoom in on DVD, you can see her jaws snap shut 
around him like a beartrap, but she's still whimpering 
so pitifully it would make some guys' dicks get soft. 
He keeps on fucking her mouth, a lot harder than I was 
pumping my own dick up into Chrissy's mouth as I 
watched her on screen.

Her face registers utter disgust but you can see the 
turn-on starting to build in her eyes. The hooded guy 
holds her head and pushes his long skinny rod in and 
out of her mouth. How does she suck up so much of that 
thing? Her eyes glisten, and they stare into the 
camera. She cups his balls and tilts her head so that 
even more of his cock slips inside her lips, so much of 
it that I was astonished she didn't gag on him.

I pulled Chrissy upward. She held onto my cock with 
her lips, releasing it only reluctantly. I got my hand 
into her crotch and tickled her pussy till she broke 
into a giggle, and then I slipped free of her hungry 
little mouth. I eased her up onto my lap. She backed 
against me, perching her slice above my dick, opening 
herself with the fingers as she slid downward. 

Chrissy was a fucking vet by now. Her cunt ate my cock 
in one sweet hot tight gulp and she scooched down onto 
my lap, grinding herself against me while my rod filled 
her wet hole. This way she could watch herself get 
fucked on screen while she fucked me for real. I'm 
sure she liked that. I know I did.

All of the Klansmen have boners, and they close in on 
the little playground slut. They line up, holding 
their white sheets out of the way so their hard cocks 
stick out, and she moves up and down the line on her 
knees, gobbling each cock as it thrusts into her face. 
Some of them spit on her while she's sucking them, big 
wads of the stuff landing in her hair. She doesn't 
miss a slurp.

The leader turns around, setting the pace for the 
others. He bends over, sticking out his fat hairy ass, 
and so do the rest. She licks each of their assholes 
as she goes back down the line in reverse order. The 
camera zooms in to show her tongue penetrate each 
rectum while the owner pulls his hairy cheeks open and 
makes room for her mouth. She also nuzzles their balls 
and sucks them back between the guys' legs, nosing up 
to get another lick at their butts before moving on to 
the next lucky Klansman in the row.

"That tasted nasty," she giggled to me, watching 
herself rim the Klan leader. "All the others were OK, 
but he was just gross." The girls always said that, 
but what could I do? Ron is a legend. You can no more 
make a porn film without him than without anal lube.

But I knew what she meant. Didn't he know that soap 
was not a rationed item, now that the war with France 
and Germany was over? You _could_ actually take a bath 
once a week, whether you needed it or not.

"Don't worry," I told her, "the next time you fuck him, 
it'll be in a shower scene, with lots and lots of 
soap."

The Klan leader wrestles the little girl to the ground. 
She falls easily, going into the grass on her elbows 
with her knees spread and her little pink slit on full 
view. He lifts the bottom of his hood and works his 
mustache into her crotch. Tight closeup of his long 
tongue lapping her pussy crack, then a pan up to 
Chrissy's face, slowly changing from fear and revulsion 
to arousal.

"I look hot," she sighed, her little cunt clenching 
like a fist around my cock as I fucked her.

"You sure do, honey," I agreed, stroking her body. I 
pinched one of her tiny nipples and felt the squirm of 
excitement shoot through her body. She squeezed with 
her pussy, rubbed her cunt on my balls.

Her knees clutch at the hooded guy who's eating her 
cunt. You can see, feel, taste, smell her arousal in 
those zoomed pussy closeups. Beads of moisture form on 
her pussy lips. He rubs it with his mustache. She 
squirms. He raises his head, dropping the hood back 
into place, and then he climbs upward, supporting 
himself on his knees while he brings the head of his 
dick to her gash.

"Put it in," he commands her. "See how you like a big 
white dick in your playground pussy!"

Excitedly, she smears his oozing cock all over her 
hairless mound, but especially on the tight, slightly 
reddened crack. She opens herself with two fingers, 
slips his knob into her, then holds her breath. He 
wets himself for a moment, and he thrusts.

Chrissy screams as he penetrates her. If you hadn't 
already seen her fucking Billy on the seesaw, you'd 
swear that this was a true cherry-pop moment. His dick 
glides into her, all the way to the nuts, and then he 
begins to fuck in and out of the young girl. 

His ass clenches with each thrust. Her knees lift 
higher and higher each time he enters her. The 
squelching sound of a hot wet fuck fills the Dolby 
channels. Cut to the other guys watching. Cut to 
Billy, still lying in the grass unmoving but with a 
stiff dick. Cut to Chrissy's face, registering both 
the agony and the ectasy of Playground Rape #173. And 
keep cutting to that big cock sawing its way in and out 
of her tight hairless pussy.

If we could cut to the viewer at home, we'd see a hand 
wrapped around a stiff dick, the other hand close by 
holding a wad of tissue. Not yet, Mr Spectator!

He fucks her for six or seven minutes and we see it all 
in excruciating detail as it moves from rape to hot 
sex, the way it always does in a porn film. Say what 
you will about his personal hygiene, the guy is a 
master of his art. Chrissy's cunt is so hot and tight 
most men, in real life, would be squirting their wad 
before they got halfway up it.

Fucking her now, as we watched, I was on a short fuse 
myself and really aching to blow my load into the 
little blonde, but I wanted to save it for the high 
point of the movie. I squeezed and hugged her when the 
urge to squirt got nearly irresistible, and kept my 
balls on a taut leash. I'm not vain in the slightest, 
but this movie was state of the art. And I made it. 

"Aaah," the Klan leader gasps, and he stiffens, 
lurching like a sounding whale above the little girl, 
then burying his meat inside her cunt with a thrust 
that might have been excessive on a thirty-year-old 
whore.

Can my girl take it? Sure, she can! His ass clenches, 
imploding around his butthole, and he pumps shallowly 
into Chrissy, groaning from underneath his hood as he 
blows his nut inside the little blonde.

Then he slides out of her, his cock starting to shrink, 
and we come in for a tight CU of her pussy, with his 
thick curdled cum oozing out of her violated hole and 
down into her asscrack. Pre-teen cream pie. Anybody 
who held onto his load this far had probably lost it by 
now.

Except for me. I directed it, and I already knew how 
the story turned out.  The camera panned up to 
Chrissy's face, rapt in the excitement of her own 
orgasm. I honestly didn't know if she was faking it. 
She was that good.

I held Chrissy tightly, rabbit-pumping my cock up into 
her. The friction aroused my nuts but I knew I could 
hold back a while longer. This fucking was just 
marking time. "A Star is Born, honey," I whispered 
into her ear when I wasn't nibbling on it.

She fucked right back at me, using all of her natural 
talents. "I'm gonna be bigger than Lolita Lust," she 
announced throatily. She could very well be correct.

The next guy climbs aboard and shoves his cock into her 
cum-sloshed pussy. She's still loose-lipped and he 
enters her without a hitch. His white hood bobs up and 
down as he fucks her. Each thrust causes more of the 
first guy's semen to seep out of Chrissy's cunt.

He also pops his wad inside her -- it was supposed to 
be a five-minute fuck scene, but he barely lasts three. 
More cum oozes out of Chrissy's violated playground 
pussy as he slides his wet cock from her tightness.  

The next guy mounts her and starts fucking hard. Too 
hard. A cut to the other Klansmen waiting their turns 
is a clever disguise for the fact that I went over and 
told him to take it easy, goddamn it, she was delicate, 
you could break her.

Of course we had to edit that footage out. It was 
_supposed_ to be rough, but you have to draw the line, 
especially when the girl is new. You don't want to 
traumatize a promising piece of ass straight out of the 
biz.

This time, before he loses his load, he yanks it out. 
She clutches at him with her hands, her knees, but no 
use. He's not giving her another ram of that cock; 
he's outta there. He squats astride her chest, aims 
his cock downward, and lets his cum shoot straight down 
into her open mouth. She arches her neck, guzzles his 
sperm as if she was an eleven-year-old vet. She forces 
air through her lips and blows bubbles with the semen.

He holds his cock a moment longer, then dribbles out a 
little stream of piss -- some in her face but mostly 
onto her flat little chest.

Why that turns people on, I have no idea, and I 
wouldn't even shoot it if I had any choice. But even 
though PTHC is the class line of the biz, you still 
have to keep an eye on the competition. If they're all 
pissing on the girls, then we have to piss on them too, 
just to stay competitive. A little water sporting 
never hurt anybody, anyway.

One thing I refuse to do, no matter how Extreme Rob 
Black or Max Hardcore get, is fist anybody under ten. 
That's the line I will not cross. If it means PTHC 
goes out of business, then so be it, but my conscience 
will be clean on Judgement Day.

The last guy steps in, raising his white robe. He 
rolls Chrissy over onto her belly, wedges her legs 
apart with his knees, and grubs his hooded face down 
into her crack. He lifts the hood up to his nose as 
the camera dollies in, and he spreads her cheeks, then 
drops a big wad of spit onto her asshole and sloshes it 
around with his tongue.  She squeals and screams and 
rips at the grass with her tiny fingers while he rims 
her little rectum.

Then he lifts himself up, dropping the hood again, and 
he points his cock down at her wet, shiny, but so far 
unravished asshole. Anybody who blew his load when the 
Klan leader creamed Chrissy is frantically yanking his 
dick right now, praying to God that it will get hard 
enough to whack some more. 

"Here it comes," the guy tells her. "I'm gonna bust 
this little nigger-lover's ass!"

Anyone who's ever watched a PTHC Audition knows by now 
that it's yours truly, thanks to my gravelly voice, the 
left-over from too many years of smoking, even though I 
quit back in '98. Just like Hitch, I always take a 
cameo in my films. I'm the producer and director, and 
Rank definitely Has Its Privileges. 

Between takes we'd lubed her and opened her up with 
fingers and a butt plug -- she giggled while it was 
inside her -- but I wanted it to look as real as 
possible. This was her very first anal, after all, and 
she shouldn't take it like a pro.

My cock was also lubed, though a filter on the lens 
kept it from shining too much and giving it away. We 
were shooting a Playground Rape, for Chrissakes, and it 
needed to look spontaneous.

Well, all the prep has done its job. I push my dick 
into her rectum until the ring yields, and then I'm 
inside her, thrusting deep.  Not as hard a plunge as 
it looks like -- or is it? Chrissy shrieks beneath me, 
so realistic it's chilling. I go straight to the 
bottom of her butthole and shove my belly against her 
ass just like I'm trying to bury another four or five 
inches.

For what seems an eternity I hover there, fully 
imbedded in Chrissy, while she keeps on squealing and 
beating her little fists on the ground. "Oh, fuck!" 
she wails. "You're ripping me apart!" Then I start to 
fuck her.

Atop my lap, the hot little blonde slut was pussy-full 
of hard dick, and she squirmed frantically. I reached 
down to finger her clit while I kept on fucking her 
pussy. "Look at me," she trilled, "oooh, I am _sooo_ 
fuckin' hot!"

Personally, I prefer pussy to the ass any day of the 
week, but you have to give the audience what it wants. 
Anal has ruled the roost since the Reagan days, and the 
defining moment of most PTHC videos is when the little 
whore gets her buns busted. So of course our girls 
take it up the ass. And they just love to do it.

I do my part by breaking them in with a slender but 
hard piece of meat that has almost never ruptured a 
tight tender young butt. I don't turn them over to the 
guys with really big dicks until they've had a little 
experience and are ready for it.

The camera zooms in to show my cock slicking in and out 
of Chrissy's anus. Now the sheen of the anal lube is 
hard to miss, which does kinda interfere with the 
illusion, but realism can only go so far. I mean, 
President Schwarzenegger never _really_ killed anybody 
in any of his movies. They were only pretending.

It's the same with porn. Sure, we really do fuck these 
girls, but even when we're raping them, it's only an 
illusion. And an ass as tight as Chrissy's, you just 
have to use some fuckin' _lube_.

Closeup of Chrissy's face, with tears streaming down 
her cheeks. They used to make Margaret O'Brien cry on 
the set by telling her someone ran over her puppy a few 
minutes ago. Chrissy didn't need any motivation. She 
had natural talent. She could turn it on and off like 
a faucet.

She's really tight, and the viewer can easily tell that 
from the way her butt wiggles and clenches each time 
it's thrust full of hard cock. She's so tight it's all 
I can do to hold out the five minutes I'm supposed to 
fuck her. I pretend that my own puppy just got run 
over and it helps me hold off for a few moments more.

I was fucking her hard now, both on screen and in real 
life. I had my arms around her waist and I just fed 
that dick up into her wet little cunt, repeatedly, 
almost savagely. She took it all and fucked right back 
at me. She was watching herself at the same time, and 
I could tell it was making her wild. It almost always 
does, the first time the girls see the finished version 
of one of their movies.

We were planning an A2M for the finale of the buttfuck, 
but even though I outlasted the schedule by two 
minutes, I couldn't bring myself to take it out of her 
and roll Chrissy over for an oral cum shot. There was 
something so sweet and hot about boning her ass, I just 
didn't want to do anything else.

My cock reams her. I pull out till only the head is 
still inside her rectum and then I shove, grinding her 
down into the grass where she's lying. She keeps on 
sobbing and moaning.

Suddenly my body stiffens, and I come back out, 
though her sphinc snaps as if it means to keep me 
there. I spread her butthole with two fingers, making 
it gape even more than the hot fucking had widened it, 
and I just let my jizz squirt into the exposed 
crevasse.

I'm shooting my load from a foot away, and anyone who 
saw it would swear I had not gotten my rocks off since 
1991. If Peter North was on the set, you wouldn't even 
need him. That's how I'm cumming right now. A steady 
stream, as if I was pissing on her instead of 
ejaculating. The whole gush of my load goes straight 
up Chrissy's ass.

I squeeze the knob, teasing out a couple more drops of 
sperm, which fall into her open anus, and then I shove 
my dick _back in_, sinking inside her completely and 
grinding my belly on her skinny little butt cheeks. 
She's wet and sticky inside and she's making these 
"Gaaa" sounds.

My cock squishes in the wet messy butt tunnel as I keep 
on fucking her. I don't think I'm gonna get soft 
anytime this week. I could fuck her again, right now.

In sympathetic counterpoint to what I was doing on 
screen, I felt my real-life cock begin to unload a 
fresh wad up Chrissy's wet little cunt. She felt it 
too. I rubbed her pussy lips, her tiny clitoris, and 
she shivered atop me, squealing as she exploded into 
orgasm. Six, eight thrusts up her pussy, my cock 
emptying its big load.

The Klansmen stand Chrissy up and make her bend over. 
They pull her ass cheeks open and we see the cum oozing 
out of her butthole, out of her fresh-fucked pussy. It 
seeps down the insides of her thighs.

"Maybe this will teach you to get to school on time," 
the Klan leader rumbles from beneath his mask. "And 
not to fuck around with spades." The robes drop back 
into place. Cut to Billy, still motionless on the 
grass, and still hard enough to fuck Chrissy and two 
other little cunts.

Chrissy just stands there, panting. All of the guys 
lift their robes and piss on her in unison. She twists 
and turns in the golden yellow spray. "You filthy 
fuckers!" she squeals.

The Klansmen adjust their robes and march off, singing 
"Dixie" out of tune and out of key. They pile into a 
white Cadillac and drive away. I think we've made a 
great point about the evils of racism without 
belaboring it the way Stanley Kramer would have. 
Watching a bunch of Klansmen gang-bang a sweet-faced 
little blonde to punish her for fucking a black guy is 
a lot more effective than listening to Sidney Poitier 
and Kate Hepburn yak about civil rights for ten 
minutes.

Chrissy slouches down onto the foot of the sliding 
board, her legs wide open, her body still wet from 
being pissed on by the four guys. She looks into the 
camera, tears still rolling down her cheeks, and then 
she smiles. There's no question what that smile means.

The camera follows her hand as it strokes down across 
her flat chest, flat tummy, onto her hairless bun.  
The lips of her pussy are almost cherry-pink now, 
thanks to the hard friction fucking she's just taken. 
She squeezes them, and a little bubble of cum emerges. 
Her finger scoops it up. She brings her hand up to her 
mouth, gives the camera an enigmatic expression, and 
extends the finger to her lips. Her tongue laps out 
and scoops up the cum bubble. Freeze frame. The End.

My cock had begun to go soft inside Chrissy's 
sperm-filled cunt. The juice was already leaking out 
of her, into my lap.

"Next week," I said, "you and Lolita are going to make 
a movie. The queens of the biz, together for the first 
time. But definitely not the last."

"Who gets top billing?" she asked innocently, stroking 
my hair.


CHAPTER 7

"Action!" I said.

Perfect little blonde Chrissy rolled onto her back and 
looked up at perfect freckled redhead Lolita, who was 
dangling her legs over the side of the bed. They were 
in the perfect little girl room, with dolls and stuffed 
animals and posters of the Back Street Boys. 
Everything was pink. Even the pussies, though the 
audience hadn't seen them just yet.

We were shooting Grade School Semen Sluts #162: Don't 
Try This At Home, Kids!, specially designed as a 
showcase for what I was sure would become the hottest 
team in the biz.

"I can see up your dress," Chrissy said.

"What do you see?" Lolita replied smartly, sliding her 
legs further apart.

Chrissy sat up. She put her hand on Lolita's knee and 
peered seriously up under the short hem of the 
redhead's plaid skirt.

"Well, you're not wearing any underpants," she 
observed.

"Shit," Lolita sighed. "I forgot 'em. They must be in 
the principal's office. I had a special meeting with 
him in fourth period."

Chrissy's eyebrows lifted. "What kind of special 
meeting did you have to take off your panties for?" she 
asked innocently.

"Same kind I have every day in fourth period." She 
touched the hem of her plaid skirt, then nonchalantly 
began to slide it up her slim thigh.

A moment later she'd lifted it to her waist. The 
little green leprechaun tat on her mound was a bright 
colorful contrast to her peaches and cream skin tone. 
Lolita pointed down to her unfuzzed pussy, its gash 
touched up a little with rouge to make it photograph 
better.

"I suck his weinie till it spits in my mouth, and then 
he sticks it right -- here!" She pressed her finger 
against her puffy little cunt, pushing until the lips 
relaxed and the tip of her finger began to slip between 
them.

"You mean he fucks you?" Chrissy gasped.

"You never even heard of fucking, you dumb little 
cunt," Lolita sneered, tossing her thick red hair. 
Her finger went deeper. She closed her eyes dreamily 
and began to screw herself with it.

Chrissy watched, seemingly entranced at the sight of 
Lolita fingerfucking herself. She leaned closer, 
resting her chin on Lolita's knee. I frowned. I knew 
it was blocking the view from the right camera, which 
was trained on Lolita's cunt.

But she just looked so engrossed. We could always do 
some pickup footage later for the closeup details of 
Lolita's finger-fucking. That look on Chrissy's face 
was too good to interrupt.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Chrissy asked breathlessly. She 
toyed with the edge of her own plaid skirt, teasing in 
and out with her little white panties. Her hand 
brushed them almost casually, and then she put her 
fingers under the waistband and slowly slid them down 
inside. As she watched her friend, she began to caress 
herself.

"I've had bigger things than a finger inside me!" 
Lolita smirked, sticking her middle finger deep and 
grinding it within her cunt.

The two stage moms were at opposite sides of the 
studio. It seemed the safest thing to do. They'd met 
for the first time today, and it was like throwing two 
strange cats into the same litter box at the same time. 
The fur was ruffled and the claws were out.

What else could you expect? Lolita was the reigning 
queen of the biz but Chrissy was an up-and-coming 
newbie who was definitely gonna go places. Based on 
her performance in "Playground Rape #173," it would not 
surprise me one goddamn bit if Chrissy Sweet became the 
biggest sensation ever to hit PTHC.

Right now Lolita was our #1 star, but the public is 
fickle and always ready for something new. If they 
chose Chrissy over Lolita, there was nothing I could do 
about it. The customer is always right in this biz. 
The script was designed to give both girls a full fair 
run at the spotlight, and it looked as if Chrissy was 
taking her shot at the queen.

Look at her right now. Lolita was riding that finger 
for all she was worth, but your eye automatically kept 
going to Chrissy and her reactions. She made it all 
look brand new, like she'd never seen, never even 
considered the idea of a finger up a tight pre-teen 
pussy before.

I felt as if I wasn't really on a set with actors and 
camera people and stage hands and makeup people -- I 
was peeking into a pretty pink bedroom where two sweet 
little girls were experimenting with sex for the first 
time.

Even though I'd already fucked both of them so many 
times my cum should be running out their ears. Ah, the 
magic of the movies!

Lolita's mom obviously got the same feeling about her 
daughter's potential new rival. I glanced around, saw 
Janine sitting over by the commissary table. This was 
going to be Lolita's big day, her first double-anal 
--an epoch-making event in the biz, if I do say so 
myself -- yet when the two girls were on camera 
together, it was Chrissy's presence that reached 
through the lens and grabbed you by the nuts, then 
tickled the end of your dick. Even with her finger 
grinding away inside her cunt, Lolita seemed like a 
supporting player. Staring at her, head resting on 
Lolita's wobbly knee, Chrissy just dominated the scene.

Pam, Chrissy's mom, was beaming from her end of the 
sidelines. She could see it too, see her daughter 
staking out a claim to the championship. The brighter 
her face became, the darker Janine glowered by the 
commissary table.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Chrissy asked considerately 
while Lolita larded on the ecstatic facial expressions 
and rotated the middle finger up her smooth slick cunt. 
"Sticking something inside yourself, I mean..."

"Oh, you're just a stupid little baby," Lolita panted. 
"I don't know why I even hang around with you. You 
don't know anything about anything."

She extracted her finger. It glistened with wetness. 
She sniffed it, then stuck it under Chrissy's nose. 
The little blonde also took a sniff, wrinkling her nose 
cutely as she considered the smell of wet PT pussy.

Chrissy stood up, still holding her skirt up to bare 
her little white panties. The look of uncertainty on 
her face was priceless. You don't get instincts like 
that in Actors' Studio. Stars are born, not made.

"Take off your clothes," Lolita commanded. "I'll show 
you what it's _really_ all about."

Chrissy hesitated, then began to peel, very 
tantalizingly. She was playing to the camera. If she 
was thirteen and able to work in a place where they 
sold liquor, I'd have booked her some strip gigs. She 
took forever just getting out of her fucking school 
tie, for Christ's sake, and when she did remove it, she 
played with it some more, until your 'nads were 
throbbing at the prospect of seeing the flesh she still 
denied you.

Next the blouse. Under it, just a little shortie 
t-shirt that was almost a halter, if she'd had anything 
to halt. It fit tightly around her flat chest and the 
stiffness of her nipples was transparent. She stroked 
the school tie back and forth over her chest, until the 
nipples got even harder, poking out insistently at the 
tight cling of her t-shirt. She twirled it like a 
rope, slid it across her hot little ass.

Lolita frowned slightly on the bed. She could tell 
that Chrissy was hogging the spotlight. The script 
just said "Chrissy undresses, awkwardly but cute." It 
didn't say a goddamn thing about acting like Jenna 
Jameson prancing around the pole at a gentlemen's club.

One of the grips sighed softly. I turned to the sound 
and saw him with his hand on his cock, squeezing it in 
appreciation of the display. Chrissy was even turning 
on the crew, and they've seen _everything_. The day 
she came into my office was the day good fortune took a 
major shit in my lap.

She finally lost the skirt, which left her in the 
t-shirt, white panties, white kneesocks, and Maryjanes. 
More clothes than if you saw her at the beach, and all 
you could think of was, Jeeesus, what is she gonna look 
like, naked? I was wondering that, too, and I'd not 
only already seen her naked, I'd even fucked her in the 
ass! Star power was shining like a lighthouse in the 
dark.

Lolita and her mom might have been in a contest for 
who looked the more pissed off. I would not have 
wanted to pick a winner. The redhead was visibly 
disturbed about the way Chrissy was monopolizing the 
spotlight with her improvisatory strip routine.

"Get your little cunt over here to the bed!" she 
ad-libbed. "I don't have all day!" It could have 
spoiled the whole scene but I let it roll, hoping 
Chrissy didn't freeze in the clutch.

Chrissy glanced at the camera, made eye-contact, and 
beamed a shy little heart-warming smile. Ohmygod! 
That face! If there's one thing I know when I see it, 
that one thing is star power. Chrissy slowly dropped 
her tie and walked over to the bed, sitting down beside 
Lolita. You couldn't take your eyes off her.

Lolita grabbed the bottom of Chrissy's shirt and yanked 
it up, then over her blonde head. She grabbed a tiny 
handful of pussy through the white panties and bent 
downward, pressing her mouth against Chrissy's.

The little blonde resisted as she was kissed. Her legs 
kicked impotently and she made whimpering noises, 
resisting Lolita's lesbian advances. And then her legs 
relaxed and, even though her face was completely hidden 
under Lolita's abundant fall of red hair, you could see 
acceptance take control of her body. She stretched out 
her feet, and her hands came up, stroking Lolita's 
hair. Even with her face concealed you _knew_ that she 
was kissing the redhead back and loving every minute of 
it.

Lolita's mouth worked down Chrissy's neck. The camera 
dollied in for a closer shot of her tongue licking 
Chrissy's chest, stopping at the nipples. It swirled 
around their little pink points, then fed them into 
her mouth for some sucking. Lolita's fingers slipped 
inside Chrissy's panties. Again, the blonde did it all 
with her legs -- sudden twitching of the thighs as 
the fingers found her cunt, then a shuddering 
relaxation when the caresses became delight.

I think Lolita also sensed that she was being upstaged. 
Her hand bunched into a fist inside Chrissy's panties, 
and then the little blonde made a squeaking sound. I 
knew Lolita had just stuck a finger up her cunt, and 
pretty roughly from the sound.

Damn it! She hadn't even pulled the panties down! The 
little whore had been making movies for three years and 
still didn't seem to know that you had to play to the 
fucking _camera_! If you're gonna do something sexy, 
we in the paying audience need to _see it_!

But the sexual tension between the two girls was really 
palpable now and I let them go on, wanting to get 
every moment of it on tape. We could always shoot 
covering footage later. Right now there was a grudge 
in the air, and it made the scene play so much hotter.

Lolita mouthed her way down Chrissy's flat little 
tummy. She pulled the panties down, over Chrissy's 
wiggling ass, and now we got a look at that sweet tight 
hairless little pussy that was the focus of the scene. 
Lolita yanked the panties down to Chrissy's ankles, 
slipped one foot out, then expertly opened the younger 
girl's thighs so the hot little cunt was even more 
visible.

She stroked it with her fingers. "You're wet already," 
she purred. "You're hot for it, you little 
fourth-grade bitch!"

With that, she put two fingers together and thrust them 
roughly into Chrissy's exposed cunt. The blonde 
squealed thrillingly at the sudden penetration and 
really acted as if it was the first time she'd ever had 
anything up her tight little hole. Lolita's wrist 
flexed and she fucked her fingers in and out of Chrissy 
while the blonde clutched at her flat chest and made 
delirious moaning sounds.

Lolita took her fingers out and sniffed at them. "A 
whore if I ever smelled one," she said gruffly, hiding 
a giggle. She bent down and started licking Chrissy's 
smooth tight slit.

Except for a few deviations it was all going per the 
script. I relaxed a little. Maybe the girls were 
going to quit sniping at each other and get on with the 
scene, as it was written and blocked. There's nothing 
worse than a ten-year-old diva on the set, but I 
thought their innate professionalism was taking over.

I was wrong.

Lolita slurped Chrissy's puss until the little blonde 
made orgasmic sounds. I'd fucked her enough times 
by now to know she was faking, but she faked it well. 
She grabbed Lolita's red hair and forced the other 
girl's face down into her cunt, sitting up at the same 
time so she'd be certain to dominate the shot. "Oooh, 
suck me, Heather," she kept gasping. "I think you're 
making me ... cummmm!" And she squealed ecstatically.

Lolita sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her 
hand. Evidently that pussy _was_ pretty wet! She 
looked deeply into Chrissy's eyes, then put her arm 
around the blonde's neck and pulled their faces 
together for a mouth-burning kiss. She made sure that 
her left profile was showing. Both she and her mom 
thought that was Lolita's best side.

Considering that the girls didn't like each other, 
their kissing was pretty hot stuff. My dick began to 
stiffen a little inside my pants, and I really _have_ 
seen everything. Without separating their mouths, 
Chrissy began to unbutton Lolita's blouse, opening it 
so she could put her hands on the redhead's chest.

Chrissy murmured something. Lolita's head snapped 
back, breaking off the kiss but leaving a trail of 
saliva that stretched like a spider web between their 
pink lips. "What did you say?"

"I said, it feels like you're getting tits," Chrissy 
said innocently. "They're so cute and puffy!"  She 
caressed Lolita's chest, puckered, pushed in for more 
kissing.

"You cunt!" Lolita's mom shrieked from the commissary 
table. I'd told her a hundred times, no smoking on the 
set, but she had a cigarette in her fingers, which she 
threw to the floor and stepped on.

"Who are you calling a cunt, you fat pig?" asked 
Chrissy's mom, from the other end of the room. And 
then suddenly she was at the commissary table, her nose 
only inches from that of Janine.

Two of the PAs hurried in to break them up, just before 
fists began flying. I yelled "Cut!" Goddamn stage 
mothers!

A few minutes later, with Pam and Janine both escorted 
to separate green rooms, I joined the starlets on set. 
Chrissy looked innocent and peachy. Lolita was huddled 
on the bed, holding her blouse tightly around her 
chest.

"She said I'm getting tits," Lolita pouted. "She's a 
lying little fuck hole!"

"They _feel_ like tits," Chrissy insisted. I 
jerked my thumb at Lolita. Blushing, she opened her 
blouse, very slowly. She was as flat as a board.

I put my hands on her chest, sliding my fingers over 
every inch of her upper torso. "Of course you don't 
have tits," I assured her. "It was probably just the 
way you were sitting. And Chrissy -- let's try not to 
pick any fights. You and Lolita are the two biggest 
stars in the industry and we want this to be a movie 
that will have guys losing their loads all over the 
world. Let's all work together and make some magic 
here, OK, girls?"

I called for action, and they picked up from a little 
before they'd left off. First the kiss. This time, I 
noticed, Chrissy had adjusted herself slightly, and 
more of her face was showing in the shot. We'd have to 
use some inserts to make it all blend, but it looked 
good, seeing more of the cute blonde around that 
swash of red Lolita-hair. And you could see that she 
was sucking on Lolita's tongue, growing visibly more 
excited as the kisses and caresses intensified. I 
made a mental note to schedule Chrissy for a shoot in 
the all-lesbian "Lonely Little Girls" series.

Again Chrissy opened Lolita's shirt, but this time 
there was no back-biting, no sotto voce comments. She 
tweezed the strawberry nipples with her fingers, made 
them enlarge, then dropped her head to lick them. I 
signaled a zoom-in. She eased the blouse off Lolita's 
shoulders, leaving the redhead bare except for her 
skirt. One of her hands crept beneath it and got busy 
in Lolita's crotch.

You couldn't see what she was doing but you could 
certainly see Lolita's reactions. Her face flushed and 
she bit her lower lip and she said, "Aahhh." It wasn't 
at all faked.

She left the nipples and eased Lolita back, bending in 
so she could rim the redhead's bellybutton. Her hand 
was still working energetically under the little skirt. 
Lolita exhaled rhythmically, her body starting to 
twitch.

Chrissy tossed the skirt upward, adjusting the redhead 
slightly so that the camera got a better view of the 
leprechaun tat and the sweet rouged crack to which the 
little green man's thumb pointed.

She covered Lolita's cuntal bun with her mouth and 
sucked hard, her cheeks deflating, and then she exhaled 
and started licking every inch of Lolita's pussy mound. 
Her tongue slithered up and down the gash, sometimes 
teasingly working just within its tight mouth, but 
mostly just licking and licking.

I smiled, shaking my head, remembering the way that 
little pink tongue felt sliding up and down my stiff 
meat. The guy who discovered Julia Roberts couldn't 
have been a bit happier than I was at that moment.


CHAPTER 8

So far, so good. Chrissy threw herself into eating
Lolita's pussy. She had confessed to me before the
shoot that she'd never fooled around with another girl,
but she went at it like Rush Limbaugh with a punchbowl
full of Oxycontin. And she made sure that her cute
little face was constantly visible while she fed on
Lolita's cunt.

The unmistakable sound of a real-life orgasm seeped
from Lolita's mouth. I've fucked her often enough to
know she wasn't faking it. She clutched at Chrissy's
blonde hair, ran her fingers through the fine yellow
strands, and just pumped her heart into Chrissy's
smacking mouth. Once we got the covering footage, to
make up for the squabble and some miscues, this would
be "Best of" stuff. We could re-release this scene a
couple of times a year on special DVD collections from
now till the cows came home.

They played on, sticking mostly to the script. Lolita
was a little shaken by the come Chrissy had eaten out
of her, and she seemed to be torn between a desire to
get closer to this hot little angel and the knowledge
that she had a significant rival for the job of
Pre-teen Queen.

The pix of them kissing after the pussy-eating were
nice, two little sweethearts with their tongues in each
other's mouths, rubbing their flat chests together till
the nipples stood up. I just hoped they didn't get
into another girlfight before it was all over.

"I want to show you something," Lolita giggled, sliding
off the bed. She wiggled out of her skirt and now she
was buck naked too. You'd have pegged her for eight,
not ten, at that moment. Her tits had definitely not
begun to develop, as Chrissy had alleged, and I
breathed a little sigh of relief. Losing another
starlet to the onset of age was all I fuckin' needed!

Lolita got on her knees and nosed her way into the
closet. Her little ass stuck out, and she kept her
legs apart to show the best angle on that neat hairless
puff between her thighs. I motioned for a zoom shot,
to get a good sharp closeup of it. Gotta give the
audience what it wants!

She stood up, giggling, and turned around. "Look at
this," she announced, holding up the strap-on. I found
it in my mom's stuff. Now that I've got a new
stepfather, she doesn't need it anymore."

She slithered into the harness, adjusting the dildo
till it stood up like the cock would be, _right now_,
on every guy out there watching. Chrissy's blue eyes
enlarged as Lolita took center stage, strutting around
the pink bedroom with her fake equipment. The dildo
was almost as long as the little redhead was tall.

"What are you gonna do with that?" Chrissy asked
innocently from the bed.

Lolita climbed aboard. "You'll find out," she
announced in a piping little voice. "On your knees,
bitch!"

Chrissy giggled. "Whatever for?"

Lolita slapped her -- a little too hard -- on the ass.
There was a big red mark where her hand had made
contact. Maybe it wasn't too hard after all. "I said,
'On your knees!'" she repeated. "My name's Johnny and
I'm gonna fuck your ass off! But first you better come
over here and suck my plastic dick."

Well, if there was one thing Chrissy knew backwards and
forwards, it was sucking a dick, plastic or otherwise.
She crawled over to Lolita, eyes full of wonderment as
she stared at the plastic prong. She touched it,
looked up with awe in her expression, then stroked the
phallus from its tip to the fake nuts which stuck out
in bloated majesty beneath it.

"It's just like a guy, except it's bigger," Lolita
announced. "I'm gonna show you what the principal does
to me every day in fourth period. Maybe tomorrow we'll
both show up for the conference and really blow his
mind."

"Blow his mind"? That washed-out hippie yutz we had
writing for us needed to update his slang. Of course,
a significant part of our audience was made up of DOM,
and odds are they knew what he was talking about, but
still, you hate to have your dialogue sound like it's
mired in the fuckin' 70s.

"Now suck it," Lolita repeated, and with that Chrissy
fell to licking the plastic cock. She did it
beautifully, shy and nervous at first touch, gradually
growing used to the taste, then daintily allowing the
tip of it to enter her mouth. She hollowed in her
cheeks and sucked.

If it had been a real cock it would probably have been
squirting the first jolt across her lapping tongue by
then. I'm pretty sure mine would have, and I'm a
professional.

Lolita stretched and preened, standing on the bed and
shoving her cock in and out of Chrissy's mouth. She
held the blonde head tightly, and she fucked hard with
the dildo.

I saw Chrissy shiver and knew Lolita had thrust too
deep, but Chrissy was nothing if not a trouper. She
didn't cry or complain; she just kept on sucking, even
if she did make a few gag-noises -- not that it would
be so bad to have them on the tape.

Throat-fucking till the girl spews isn't my bag, but
some of the competition thrives on it. Even in a class
operation like PTHC, it couldn't hurt to cater just a
little to the peanut gallery.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," Lolita declared, pulling her
dildo out of Chrissy's mouth. "On your knees with your
fucking little ass up." She stroked her plastic dick
like a man -- it seemed at least half as tall as she
was -- and she knelt behind Chrissy. The obedient
little blonde pulled her cheeks open and Lolita fed the
pointy end of the dildo into Chrissy's cunt. When she
had it seated, she rammed it home with a vengeance.

Chrissy yelped, not entirely acting I was sure, but she
kept on holding her crack open and she took it like a
teenager. "Ohhhh," she moaned over and over while
Lolita fucked the shit out of her with that dildo.

We had three cameras working so there was no need to 
cut and change setups. It's hard enough getting a 
nine-year-old to learn lines, let alone making them do 
the same thing over and over for coverage. They lose a 
lot of the spontaneity. Well, so far this was doing 
just great, other than that little contretemps about 
whether Lo was getting tits or not, and I found myself 
thinking about another Peoples Choice award for the 
collection in my trophy case.

"Let's try something different," Lolita chirped. The
script girl tapped my arm and pointed to the page.
That wasn't in the dialogue the writer had turned in.
I waved her off. Lo's instincts were sometimes better
than the writer's. I was willing to let her improv a
little bit.

Chrissy looked back over her shoulder. "What do you
mean -- different?" she asked, ad-libbing.

Lolita pulled the dildo out of Chrissy's pussy. You
could see it was coated in slick wetness. She tipped
it slightly upward, pushed it against Chrissy's
butthole, and started to shove. Chrissy grunted. I
motioned for the middle camera to zoom in.

Chrissy wasn't scheduled for anal, even dildo anal,
today, but the chemistry on the set was pretty good.
The girls still didn't like each other, and some
grudge-fucking might even give the project an extra
edge. I framed it with my viewfinder as Lolita began
to work the dildo into Chrissy's ass.

"Roll with it, girls," I directed. We'd have to edit
that off the soundtrack, of course, but I needed to
tell them to keep on with the improv.

Lolita was in a mood for rough. She didn't just tease
Chrissy with the dildo, she was determined to _fuck_
her with it. The toy was noticeably bigger than my own
dick, the only thing Chrissy had yet taken up the ass
professionally, and Lo was clearly having some problems
getting it inside her. But Chrissy was a game little
thing and she strained, shoving her ass backward to
meet it.

Lolita was the one who really grunted when the head of
the dildo popped Chrissy's sphinc and got inside her.
It wasn't the squealing she always did when you stuck
something up her own ass on camera, but it was a
satisfied, "Oh, yeah!" kind of grunt that would strike
a resonant chord in everybody who watched the movie.
The dildo pushed into Chrissy's butt and kept on going.

Chrissy was uncomfortable, I had no doubt, but she was
out to be a star and she knew she sometimes would have
to do unpleasant things to get there. It wasn't as if
she'd never been boned up the ass, and if she wanted to
hit the top of the biz, she'd have to take it in the
butt a great many more times before she collected that
Oscar.

If Lolita had just mentioned the idea to me, we could
have lubed Chrissy and used a buttplug to open her,
instead of her having to take it dry. Still, the dildo
had gotten fairly wet while it was up Chrissy's puss,
and it couldn't have been _that_ bad. I made a mental
note to slip her a little bonus for being such a good
sport about an impromptu anal.

"Mmm, fuck my motherfucking ass," Chrissy improvised.
"Rip me a new one while you're at it!" She tossed her
head, long blonde hair shaking all around. One of her
pigtails came loose. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
She closed her eyes and fucked back as hard as Lolita
was giving it to her. I wondered if she was perhaps
even ready to handle Jake Steed or Lex Steele in a hot
IR anal. Ideas for her next big feature started
flashing through my mind.

***

By now I'd fucked Chrissy enough times that I was
pretty sure she faked the orgasm, but it looked as good
as a real one. As she finished whining and sobbing and
scratching holes in the bedsheets, she slumped on the
bed and Lolita pulled the dildo out.

The redhead looked a little uncertain now, as if she'd 
tried a plan that fell apart on her. I think she 
expected Chrissy to cry and throw a tantrum over the 
unplanned butt fuck (Christ knows Lo would have!), but 
my little blonde discovery turned out to be more than 
Lolita Lust could handle.

Chrissy rolled over, her hair a mess, her limbs
twitching, her belly heaving, and she looked up at
Lolita. "Is that the best you can do, cunt?" she
laughed.

That line wasn't in the script, either, but it had a
natural vivacity that made it a perfect capper for the
scene. I nodded to the script girl. Mark it as a
keeper.

Well, now it was time for lunch break. The mothers 
were calmed down, and I let them back on the set. 
Janine would have to be here anyway, because Lo's 
double anal was coming up first thing after lunch and 
there was no way she would not be on set for it.

I didn't need an assistant director for this, but I
knew I would have one anyway, in the shape of Lolita's
mom. And if it helped relax the kid for her
breakthrough scene, it couldn't be all bad.

Chrissy was pretty quiet through lunch. She was just
going to be a spectator in the big sequence anyway,
masturbating while she watched Lo take on two guys,
including the anal DP.

Lolita was jumpy. You could tell she was tensed up 
about the action that was coming. Janine got a 
buttplug into her, with some help from the P.A., and 
the little redhead sat on it while she drank milk from 
her sippy-cup and ate her lunch. The set teacher 
quizzed her on geography and we got things ready for 
the afternoon fuck shoot.

As you'll probably remember I had already tried out Lo
on a sort of double anal -- me and the dildo, that is.
I still didn't really believe she could manage it in
front of the camera with two real cocks, but I was
willing to try, for the sake of the movie. And both
she and Janine swore over and over that she was ready,
that she could do it.

Well, I knew how tight her asshole was. She could take
a small-dicked guy without much problem, if you prepped
her for it, but there was no way I was going to risk
double-fucking her ass with a couple of standard porn
studs.

Teenage boys are the ones who really got left out of 
the porn biz. Nobody wants to see them fucking little 
girls, of course -- that's just a sick idea anyway. 
The girls in teen porn prefer to work with the same 
older guys they're already familiar with from PT stuff. 
None of them want to fuck the same kind of goofy young 
pimple-faced guys who are hitting on them every day at 
school. That's understandable.

So just about the only job opportunities for young guys 
to break into the industry are either in gay films or 
else the videos they make for old women. And those 
don't sell worth a shit. I _know_; PTHC used to have 
an Old Broads/Young Studs line that I had to shut down 
because the product just doesn't move.

But there are still some marginal companies making 
them. Kutcher, who puts out the May-December old skank 
line, owed me some favors, so I borrowed a couple of 
his young studs. They were both about fourteen, fairly 
good-looking for young guys, and they didn't have 
really big dicks yet.
                 
That was key. I didn't cast the roles for handsomest
face and tightest body -- I was looking for the
skinniest young cocks I could hire for the day. As I
watched them stumbling through their light cues I
wondered if maybe I'd have done better leasing a couple
of gay teen studs from Jeff Christie over at Chicken On
Loan from God Video. But I had these yutzes, and I'd
have to make do with them.

Lance Hardman and Tony Teen were what they called
themselves. They were about the size of Frank Sinatra
when all the girls were screaming over him, which means
puny, but they didn't have the schwanz old Frankie was
reported to swing in those zoot suit pants of his.

The plot called for Lance to play Lolita's teenage
step-brother with Tony as his best friend. They just
happened to be downstairs watching MTV and checking out
the big-ass bitches in rap videos, while the girls were
fucking around upstairs in the bedroom.

The dialogue would establish that Lolita was already
fucking the step-brother, so she offers to make it a
double with him and his dopey pal while Chrissy
watches. And to really show up Chrissy, Lolita was
gonna get a regulation DP and then -- voila! both guys
would fuck her tight little asshole together.

Well, Lolita thought they were both the cat's ass.
Turns out her mom loved the May-December tapes and Lo
had frigged her little clit along with mommy, watching
these very guys bone some thirty year old skanks. She
was really excited about having the chance to work with
them. As if she thought I wasn't doing right by her,
maybe?

But you know how little girls are -- flighty and 
impressionable. She'd let them blow their loads in her 
ass and tomorrow it would be just another page in her 
memory book while she slobbered all over Randy West's 
fifty-year-old dick.

The dialogue went well. Everyone knew their lines and
their blocking, and before too long, the living room
set was an orgy.

Lo strutted her stuff. The boys were even more
impressed with having the chance to fuck her than she
was about getting to fuck them. They knew they were in
the presence of real porn stardom and had their chance
to help create something magic and beautiful. Their
skinny dicks got hard when Lolita started sucking them,
and they stayed hard and skinny throughout the rest of
the shoot.

Lolita ate the scenery, the way she always does when
she's on a roll. Chrissy helped suck dick, even
swallowed a little cum when Tony got too excited and
popped his load in her mouth, but the kid never
drooped.

Mostly, though, it was Lolita, domming the set for 
everything she was worth. She whored her 65 pounds 
around the set like Liza Minnelli choreographing a room 
full of homos who wish she was her mom.

First she blew both guys, then she teased the
step-brother by getting all whorey with his friend.
She did everything but stick Tony up her nose while
wiggling out of Lance's grasp, playing hard to get but
so baby-hot you had to get it.

"You can't have it," she smirked at Lance. "I can give
my pussy to whoever I want to, and I want to give it to
Tony." She slid her slick little cunt down the length
of his tool and pumped madly atop his lap.

The step-brother yanked on her red hair and squeezed
her throat until she opened up and let him put his cock
in her mouth. She kept on fucking Tony while she blew
Lance.

He kept on squeezing her throat, so that she made
hoarse choking sounds around his meat -- a little too
rough, I thought. That kind of shit might go over when
you were fucking old bags in granny porn, but it just
didn't look nice in a PTHC production. I called cut
and read him the riot act and he promised to behave.

Chrissy got to suck some on Tony while I was explaining
the rules of the biz to Lance, and that's when the
sneaky little bitch made him cum in her mouth. She
giggled as she took his load, blew bubbles with it, and
swallowed, and it just looked so cute I didn't have the
heart to bawl her out for not following the game plan.
And best of all, the Steadicam guy was on her the whole
time and got it on tape.

Lolita had the butt plug in, through the whole scene.
We'd worked that into the script, because she needed to
be as open as possible and there was no way to hide it.
The writer made it part of a game Lo and her
step-brother liked to play while they were fucking.

But then it was time for the big one. First the guys
fucked Lolita in a standard DP, with Tony's cock
replacing the butt plug. She looked tiny sandwiched
between them, but she was as loud as Sophie Tucker
while they banged her. I could see her mom standing
behind the left camera, watching every move, and
nodding every time Lolita flashed those green eyes at
the lens.

Chrissy was playing with the dildo while she watched.
She looked a little bored, the way kids do when they're
not the center of attention, but her turn would be
coming. There were still a couple of major scenes to
shoot. First, the one where Lolita has her conference
with the principal, and then a reprise, when she takes
Chrissy along and the lucky sod gets to fuck both of
their hot tight little pussies. So Chrissy still had
some time to be in the spotlight.

Did I mention that my cameo in this production was the
role of the principal? It's the kind of part Herschel
Savage usually plays, but I didn't need Viagra and it
would save an actor's fee. Besides, I was looking
forward to a couple of hours of fucking Chrissy and
Lolita in tandem. RHIP.

Lolita was a little nervous, as well she might be. Her
big raise was dependent on delivering the double anal
that she and her mom had promised. If anything, Janine
looked even more tense, probably afraid she wasn't
gonna have all that extra money to spend. But if
Lolita could pull it off, she'd be the hottest thing in
the biz and worth every penny I was gonna pay her.

The makeup people came in, to touch up the girls and
of course they had lots and lots of lube. Lolita
spread her butt cheeks, and the makeup girl squirted a
big glob of the stuff into her rectum. There's never
such a thing as too much K-Y when you're doing a 
pre-teen anal.

The boys got tubes of gel and greased up their rods.
Both of them seemed a little nervous, and well they
might be. They were about to make porn history.

I called for action, and Tony went straight to Lolita's
butt. He shoved his cock in, fairly hard. She squealed
her head off, the way she always does when she gets it
up the ass, but that's a trademark, just like the
leprechaun tat, and it helps move units. Besides,
she'd already had him up her ass while she was getting
DP, so she knew every inch of him by now. But guys do
love to hear her screech.

It occurred to me that we had not yet gotten Chrissy a
signature tat, though she'd had two weeks to take care
of it. I couldn't see a mark on her body, and I could
see _all_ of her body as she sprawled on the floor, the
dildo stuffed up her pussy to the fake balls. I
reminded myself to get on Pam's case about that. The
teddy bear, with the little heart. It better be bright
on her ass the next time she showed up for a shoot.
You have to identify your product if you want to sell
it.

A quick cut, and Suzi, the makeup girl, hurried in to
give Lo another big squish of K-Y. Her asshole was
gaping from the workout Tony had given it, so Suzi
just stuck the point of the tube up Lo's butt and
squeezed till it was dry.

"OK," I said, "Just where we left off. Action!"

Lance joined Tony, and thanks to the effect of the
buttplug and all that lube, he was able to make a
partial entrance alongside his pal.

Yeah, fucking your dick slap-dab against some other
guy's dick is one way to ensure that you really are
pals! Personally, I wouldn't do it. I'm just a normal
straight guy. I don't need my rod that close to some
other dude's meat. A DP is as proximitous as I feel
comfortable with. But that's why you hire actors.
Give 'em the money and they'll eat shit if the script
says to.

Lolita kept on screeching, loud enough to chill the
blood in your veins. The guys seemed to be having a
major struggle getting themselves inside her. My hopes
began to fall. I never really thought we could do this
with anyone as tiny as Lo. But it was hers and her
mom's idea.

Then suddenly Lance shoved, and Lolita screamed like a
banshee, and I knew that both guys were in her to the
nuts! Damn! I never really believed it would work
until I saw it happen. We were halfway there!

They ground hard against her, soaking their cocks in
her tight asshole. The steadicam guy was shooting up
between their legs to get the full effect of their
cocks buried inside sweet fresh PT anus.

"Move your balls," he kept telling them. "I can't see
the penetration."

We'd have to dub in some music to cover that, something
with a heavy bass-drum beat, definitely, that would go
"SLAP-BAM!" every time those cocks thrust home together
inside Lolita. Maybe something we could turn into a
music video and get a little extra promotion on MTV?

"Well, fuck her," I told the boys. They were just
standing there, still shoved up against Lolita's ass,
and she kept on squealing but they weren't moving at
all. I wasn't paying them by the hour but they sure
acted as if I were.

Lance looked over his shoulder. "I can't pull it back
out," he said.

"For Chrissakes!" I yelled, "she's not _that_ tight! I
double-fucked her ass with dick and dildo, and it was
no fucking problem! Haven't you little bastards ever
done a double anal before?"

Of course I knew they had. Double and even triple
anals are de rigueur in granny porn. But then, most of
those thirty-year-old granny types started off in
mainstream at seven or eight, went into Lucky Thirteen
when they lost their girlish figures, and now were just
knocking around the pissoirs of the biz because they
didn't know anything except the world of entertainment
and were too old for honest work. They've all had 
their asses reamed so many times they could do 
quintuples if there was any physical way to get five 
guys up them at once.

Sure, Lo was tighter than those old skanks, but these
little bastards obviously just didn't know their jobs
and were intent on costing me money. Man, Selective
Service couldn't draft their worthless slacker asses 
soon enough to make my day!

"My dick won't move either," Tony said hoarsely. "It
fuckin' won't come out." He wiggled his ass,
struggling. Lolita kept on shrieking but you couldn't
understand any of the words she was saying. The
meaning was obvious, though. And it didn't sound
exactly like her trademarked anal-fuck screaming. If I
didn't know her better, I'd have thought she was 
sincere about it.

"Make them take their cocks out, Ray!" Janine shouted 
into my ear, close enough to maybe burst the drum. 
"She's not faking this time! She just can't take it." 
Hmm. A mother really should know. And the screams 
from our redheaded queen convinced me that her mom 
might be right about this.

"Well, it was _your_ big fuckin' idea," I replied,
pointing out the obvious. And just as obviously
something had gone majorly wrong. Goddamn it, I
thought, the whole afternoon session was going to be
wasted.

There was a tap on my other shoulder and I turned,
ready to bite the head off whoever was there. It was
Suzi, the makeup girl. The same one who had greased up
Lolita's asshole just before the last call for action.

"I don't know how this happened, Ray," she said, "but
one of the K-Y tubes is full of Krazy Glue, not anal
lube." Suzi held up her fist. The fingers were stuck
together. She wiggled her hand. The fingers didn't
come apart. "I must have gotten it on me when I was
greasing her, and now the stuff has set."

"Tell me it's not the same tube you squirted up that 
little whore's asshole," I groaned but I already knew 
the answer. A PT starlet with two cocks up her ass -- 
and her asshole full of Krazy Glue!

I looked to the ceiling. "God," I said, "if you want
me out of the biz, why don't you just strike me dead
with lightning? Why do you have to _fuck_ with me like
this?"

The set grew dead silent, except for Lolita's non-stop 
screeching. "You're fired," I told Suzi. "Get your 
ass out of here. You'll never work in this town again, 
even if you get your goddamn fingers unstuck. Where's 
that fucking Spielberg? Bring me my cell phone. 
Where's the Rolodex? I need Dr Starling, right now."

"Can he help?" Janine demanded. Lolita was still
wailing her head off. It was starting to get on my
nerves.

"Of course he can," I sighed, "he's Richard Gere's
proctologist, for Chrissakes! Next to a fucking
gerbil, this is _nothing_."

But it _was_ something. The shoot was ruined. The
calculator inside my head was running and I didn't like
the total that appeared on the LCD screen. Salaries,
studio overhead -- a whole day shot to fucking hell!

Lolita might be ruined too, come to think of it. I had 
no idea how the doc would ever get those two stiff 
young rods out of her hiney. I was sure it could be 
done, somehow, but she was hors de combat porn-wise, 
for today and the foreseeable future. Something told 
me that redheaded Lolita had filmed her last anal.

Well, I could always find another starlet. No problem
there. Someone like Chrissy.

What a pro that kid was! Look at her now, still
fucking herself with the dildo, moaning from deep in
her little tummy, as if the shoot had not just turned
into the _shit_.

But it was all wasted; nobody was even working a
camera. The operators were all down on the set staring
at Lolita and her disastrous double butt-fuck. I shook
my head. That footage coulda been worth $100K and it
was all wasted.

This DVD was supposed to ship in three weeks. The
distributors' schedule was built around the new product
from PTHC. We'd lose money, they'd lose money, the
retailers would lose money. God _damn_ it to fuck! I
thought. A soft voice murmured into my ear.

"Maybe Chrissy could finish the movie," her mother Pam
suggested, leaning close.

Janine was still bitching her head off into my other
ear. I suppose she didn't go down and try to help
Lolita because she knew there was nothing she could do
to get those two hard young cocks out of Lo's glued-up
asshole. It was time for the professionals.

Even though she was ranting a mile a minute, Janine
obviously heard what Pam told me. She stopped in
mid-sentence and glared around me at the other stage
mom.

"You bitch!" she snarled, "I'll bet you had something
to do with this! You and your little cunt of a
daughter! She was always jealous because Lolita was
the star and she was just supporting talent."

Pam's eyes saucered. "That's an awful thing to say,"
and I knew she was totally sincere. "All the time she
was growing up Chrissy used to talk about how pretty
Lolita is, for an older girl, and how she wanted to be
just like her someday. We admire your daughter's
talent so much! What happened to her today was just
awful. A tragedy. But there's that old saying, 'The
show must go on.'"

She was right. Everyone in the biz knows that saying,
and we all live by it. I liked the way she thought.
Sure, it was terrible what had happened to Lolita. How
could Krazy Glue get into a tube of K-Y, anyway? What
the fuck ever happened to Quality Control?

I smelled a big product liability case coming up and I
wondered just how much we could expect to make from it.
The K-Y company would have to _pay_, and pay _big_.
Lolita probably had some grounds for action, too.

But you couldn't dwell on it, now that it had happened.
You had to think of the future. "The future is where
we're all going to spend the rest of our lives." I
don't remember whether it was Ed Wood or Dan Quayle who
said that, but it never seemed more profound to me than
it did right then.

Mentally I was revising the script, trying to think of
some excuse to dump Lolita midway through. Maybe her
character gets run over by a school bus between scenes.
Chrissy could play the rest of the pic in mourning. A
tribute to her lost friend, you know? Hmmm, black
panties would look kinda sweet on that thin little
creamy-skinned bod.

Or we could just reshoot it from scratch and drop
Lolita's character completely. Rachel Sunshine was an
Asian newbie, awfully cute, who had a couple of dozen
supporting roles under her thong, and she could step
into the backup spot while Chrissy took over Lolita's
part.

Rachel's acting was a still a little nebulous, but at a
dewy-fresh seven, she had plenty of time to learn the
ropes, and we could give Chrissy most of the dialogue.
If we worked all the rest of today and all day 
tomorrow, we might still make the deadline.

Damn, I hated to lose that footage of Lolita fucking
Chrissy with the strap-on, though.

Wait. A flashback.

Chrissy telling Rachel about how she first got turned
on, by a girlfriend in the town she used to live in
_before_ her family moved here, and that way all of the
Lolita footage would still be usable. Then we'd just
go on with Chrissy and Rachel -- another G/G scene with
Chrissy wearing the strap-on, then get both of 'em
properly fucked a few times, and wrap it with a group
grope.

I could still play the school principal and fuck both
of their tight little cunts, but of course we'd have to
find some new guys. Those two weren't gonna be much
use for a while, any more than Lolita would.

Luckily, this was the first day of shooting. I had
wanted to get the double-anal out of the way first,
just to make sure we had it in the can. The scenes of
Lolita fucking her stepfather, his golf partner, and
the guy who delivers pizza were scheduled for the next
few days. Chrissy could take it all over and I knew
she could handle it like a champ.

No double-anal, however, which meant rewriting the box
copy -- fast. I should have known not to make that the
focus point for the blurb until the footage was all
safely in the can. No way we were gonna try a
double-anal again any time soon.

"I think you're right, Pam," I said. "We _do_ owe it
to Lolita to keep on going. She wouldn't want a
grotesque accident to destroy the picture she worked so
hard for."

I patted Janine's shoulder when I said that and gave
her an upbeat smile. She just glared at me. Down on
the set Lo was still screeching her little ass off and
still glued rectum-full of two skinny young cocks, but 
I knew it would all work out eventually.

I turned to the P.A. "Get Mike Schumann. I need a
rewrite on this script, and I want it fuckin'
yesterday. And call Rachel Sunshine. She's on speed
dial. We need her on set in an hour, with her asshole
greased. Fuck, has anybody called that goddamn doctor 
yet?"


CHAPTER 9

Chrissy and her mother Pam watched the projection 
screen raptly. They were as impressed, obviously, as I 
had been when I sneaked a peek at the edited product 
earlier today. If "Playground Rape" had been a 
smashing debut for Chrissy, "Don't Try This at Home, 
Kids!" was a sophomore effort to end them all. You 
could tell from frame one that this girl had it.

Nobody who hadn't seen the aborted first attempt to 
shoot the video would have even missed Lolita Lust, who 
appeared only in the flashback sequence. We'd give her 
a "special appearance" credit, sure. She still has 
fans who don't like to miss any of her performances, 
but we could move this DVD by the truckload without 
even putting Lolita's picture on the box.

Chrissy burned up the videotape. There was no other 
word for it. She strutted her skinny little ass 
through every scene -- but always like a girl, not like 
some over-the-hill old bag trying to score a trick on 
La Brea. She ate pussy, she ate cum, she took it in 
the cunt, in the ass. And she never lost that sweet 
innocent smile.

Hell, she'd even volunteered for a double-anal, just so 
we could save the box copy that had already been 
written promising such a stunt, but there was no way I 
was gonna try that again. From now on, every tube of 
K-Y we used was going to be analyzed at a lab before a 
dribble of it went into any girl's butt or onto any 
stud's dick!

"You saved this picture," I told the little blonde, and 
I meant it. "If it hadn't been for you, we'd have been 
fucked."

Chrissy giggled. "_I_ was the one who got fucked," she 
pointed out. Her mom smiled and nodded.

"But in the nice way, honey," Pam said. She wasn't 
such a harpy, now that Lolita and Janine were out of 
the picture, or so it seemed to me. I'd even invited 
her to this special preview screening with Chrissy, 
something I'd never done for a mom before.

Up on the screen I'm playing the school principal and 
doing a threesome in my office with Rachel Sunshine and 
Chrissy Sweet. They take turns bouncing on my dick, 
cutely kissing each other while they fuck me. The 
contrast of Rachel's tiny, slightly yellowed-ivory, 
body and deep black hair with Chrissy's all-American 
GND blonde look is pretty and provocative. I dip my 
cock in baby oil before I put it in Rachel but getting 
inside her is still an effort -- worth it, once you're 
there!

Rachel can't remember any of her lines -- after all, 
she's a hasty substitution and the script is totally 
rewrite anyway, and they're handing her new pages every 
time she turns around. So Chrissy helps Rachel out by 
feeding her dialogue cues while she rides my rod. What 
a trouper! You'd never know, watching it roll, that 
the whole production had been retooled at the last 
minute in a desperate frenzy of action.

The camera zooms in on my cock entering Chrissy's 
well-greased cunt, then pans up to her face. She 
squeals, but it isn't that overdone, same thing every 
time scream that Lolita used to do when you busted her 
buns. She makes it all seem fresh and new. No matter 
how many times I stick it up Chrissy, watching her on 
the replay always makes me want to do it again, just to 
see how she'll react this time.

Chrissy climbed up into my lap and guided my hand under 
her little skirt. I tickled the lacy edge of her 
panties, then slipped inside to stroke her hot, moist 
pussy. It was a sweet juicy handful, and I took one. 
Chrissy purred and stretched on my lap, putting her 
arms around my neck. She gave me a big kiss and angled 
her cunt down into my fist.

On the screen, principal Conklin tells the girls he has 
a very special toy for them to play with. Out of his 
desk he pops a double-headed dildo. The girls look at 
it as if they've never imagined anything like this 
before. 

With a little baby oil for lube -- nothing out of a 
fuckin' tube this shoot! -- they wiggle the two ends up 
their tiny assholes and bump butts while they fuck it 
back and forth. Principal Conklin watches, grinning 
like a shit-eating dog and stroking his hard cock. He 
marches from one cute young face to the other, feeding 
them several inches of hard dick each in their turn.

The office door opens, and the English teacher, Mrs 
Peabody, comes in. She does a slightly overacted 
double take at what she's seeing, but she steps inside 
and closes the door behind her.

Normally we don't have old women in our movies. Mixing 
genres is a bad thing. Audiences like to know what to 
expect. They really want the same thing, every time, 
only different. Knowing how to give it to them is the 
edge between success and failure in any biz, but 
especially in this one.

What makes it just different enough here is that Mrs 
Peabody is being played by Chrissy's mother Pam. She 
came up with the idea on set, after Lo and Janine and 
the guys had all gone off to the emergency room and we 
were back to the business of making movies.

At first I didn't like it at all, but she pointed out 
that it made for great box copy. "Featuring Chrissy 
Sweet's real mom, Pam Sweet, in a scene that pushes the 
limits."

The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. If 
it didn't work, we probably wouldn't lose more than an 
hour or two of studio time, and if it did work, it 
could work _really_ well. The writer went to his 
laptop and five minutes later we had a scene on paper.

Mrs Peabody watches the two little girls play "hide the 
dildo in your ass," and you can see she's getting 
turned on. She looks at Mr Conklin's stiffie and 
starts to lick her lips.

"This is a pretty revolutionary concept in education," 
she says, "but I think it has potential. Maybe you 
could fill me in on the technique, Principal Conklin?" 
She lets her hair down and removes her glasses, and 
suddenly she doesn't look so frowzy and _old_ anymore. 
She starts to take off her clothes.

Naked, she looks a lot sexier than you would ever have 
guessed -- than I would ever have guessed, to be 
honest, since we didn't do a full rehearsal and this 
was the first time I'd ever seen the bitch stripped.

I mean, she's a little long in the tooth for my taste, 
but her body is very slender, with tiny tits and hips 
so narrow it's hard to believe they ever popped out 
Chrissy. She has her snatch waxed clean. Hell, with a 
bag over her head, she could work in a Parochial 
Pussies tape. If you couldn't see her face, you could 
easily mistake her for fourteen.

I suppose I've been making her sound like some kind of 
washed-up old cunt, but I never meant to imply that she 
was so skaggy she'd be safe in an elevator with 
President Schwarzenegger. (As if.) It was just that 
I'd gotten used to younger stuff, what with my job and 
everything, and I'd never taken Pam seriously as a 
woman.

Sure, I knew from the day I met her that she was kinda 
throwing it at me, but I was sure _she_ knew that she 
just wasn't my type. Now, in a pinch, as she got her 
mouth on my prick and began to blow it, I realized I'd 
been selling Pam short.

The dark gold hair blocks off some of her face, so it 
isn't as obvious as it might have been that she's 
thirty, and this old bitch sucks like a leech. I hold 
her by the head and fuck into her face, though 
admittedly it's the sight of our two PT starlets 
buttfucking the dildo that really keeps me hard and 
excited. But her hot wet mouth doesn't hurt.

Pam swallows my cock in big gulps, kissing my nuts 
while her throat is full of me. She slathers it on. 
sucking hard and fast. If there was an Old Bags 
Audition series, she'd be perfect for it. Holy God, I 
ask myself, where was I when she was nine years old?

A little mental calculation suggests that I was 
probably in tenth grade wondering if I was _ever_ gonna 
get my dick inside a piece of real pussy or would have 
to use my hand for the rest of my life. At that time, 
it was a fair question.

Pam guzzles my dick. I'm in serious danger of losing 
my load with the scene barely halfway done. No 
question I've graduated from my left hand to the real 
thing.

Somehow I get it out of her mouth and stretch her out 
on the floor, next to the two little girls. They still 
have the double-header up their butts and they're 
holding hands while they ass-fuck back and forth. 
Chrissy giggles when I slide my rod along the slick 
smooth crack of her mom's pussy.

"Are you gonna fuck that old woman?" she asks 
insouciantly. "When you could have _us_ instead?"

"Your turn's coming," I assure her and keep on teasing 
her mom's cunt with the tip of my cock. Pam looks all 
wet and juicy inside as she pulls herself open with 
long slim fingers. For a moment I think about the K-Y 
accident and I hesitate, just slightly, but there's 
nothing in a tube on this set, and the show must go on.

Pam's pussy lips protrude a little, another sign that 
she's really too old for porn, but the heat coming out 
of her warms my dick and makes me care less and less 
about the technicalities. I slip the knob between her 
flaps and thrust home, burying my bone in one quick 
shove.

Pam hikes her legs up, kicks them in the air, then 
wraps them around my body and starts fucking back. 
Man, I can't get out of her now even if I wanted to! 
She has a nutcracker pussy that milks its way up and 
down my meat, and I'm starting to wonder if thirteen 
really _is_ over the hill. If I wasn't a married man 
..

Meanwhile, in real time, I had a finger up Chrissy's 
tight little cunt. It stroked me, just the way her 
mom's pussy does in the video we're all watching. She 
moaned softly and kissed me again. One hand was on my 
cock, tracing every inch of the hardness that now 
filled my pants. Her other hands were around my neck, 
squeezing while she kept on kissing me.

My finger went deeper into her pussy, which felt wet 
and bottomless. She pulled my zipper down with one 
hand, slipped the other into my pants, grabbed a 
fistful of cock. She slid her fingers through my hair, 
kissed me some more, and pulled on both my earlobes 
while giving me a hot frisky handjob.

How many fucking hands did the little whore have?

About that point I realized that somebody else was 
working on my dick while I kissed and fingered little 
Chrissy. It was Pam, of course. I should have known 
that.

On screen, I'm fucking Pam like a son of a bitch while 
the two little girls each suck one of her titties. 
Rachel Sunshine giggles and sits on Pam's face. She 
grabs the girl by the ass and shoves her face up into 
that smooth tight little Asian pussy.

I fuck my dick in and out of her surging cunt. She's 
not even using baby-oil for a lube. This is all Pam, 
all natural, and she's piss-wet the length of my meat 
with each deep thrust.

I can feel her climaxing all around me, and it's not 
faked. This bitch is hot for it. I have the urge to 
blow my wad in her, but I need to save it for the star. 
After all, this is a Chrissy Sweet picture! Her mom is 
only supporting talent and you don't waste a cream-pie 
on a bit player.

By now Pam had her mouth all over my cock. My finger 
kept on pronging her daughter's cunt and the mom sucked 
me inside out. "Help her," I told Chrissy, who 
immediately slipped off my lap and onto her knees on 
the floor. Pam reluctantly demouthed me and angled 
my dick over to Chrissy, who started licking it up and 
down, interspersed with quick guppy-like suckles of my 
knob.

On screen, I get my rod out of Pam, whose lower body 
continues to twitch and wriggle where she's lying on 
the floor, as her orgasm winds down.

I push Chrissy's face down to the shaved wet crack and 
she licks it vigorously. For somebody who allegedy 
never did this before (as she insisted when we were 
setting up the dyke scene with Lolita), she seems to 
know exactly what she's doing. Either she's a quick 
study or she and Pam have done some practicing at home. 
I don't care. It looks good on camera. From the way 
Pam whines and murmurs, it must feel pretty good to 
mommy as well.

Chrissy burrows down into her mom's cunt and laps it 
like a kitten slurping milk out of a bowl. I hold her 
head there for a moment, making sure she'll carry it 
on, but I might as well not be in the room. She likes 
the taste and she keeps on tasting. Rachel is still 
getting her own little puss slurped by Pam and she's 
squealing as her excitement surges.

I clamber to my feet, my cunt-soaked rod jutting 
upward. First I go to Rachel and feed her mouth some 
fresh ripe meat while she's riding Pam's face. She 
chews a little too hard, but that's just the 
excitement. Still, she needs to work on her technique. 
We're not making these movies to get _ourselves_ off, 
it's to turn on the paying customers. And how can I do 
a decent job fucking these little girls if they're 
going to bite me on the peter? You tell me!

Chrissy's little ass protrudes up into the air while 
she licks her mom's cunt, and I get behind her. Wet 
from Rachel's mouth and Pam's pussy, I enter Chrissy's 
cunt without a hitch, filling her with my dick in one 
stroke. She moans into Pam's pussy but she doesn't 
miss a lick. Pam is moaning too, the sound muffled by 
the PT snatch covering her face, and there's a deeper 
huskier groaning sound that must be me.

Everybody's turned on, now. Three hours ago this 
production was a total disaster. But now, feeding my 
cock into Chrissy's hot cunt, I know that it's going to 
be a classic. When I die, Larry King will run clips 
from _this_ scene during the tribute show, and I 
predict you'll even see him wipe a tear from his eye 
while the guests reminisce about how I saved this 
Titanic lookalike on the set with cool professional 
confidence.

I work it out of Chrissy's tight twat and consider her 
little rosebud asshole. The scene isn't scheduled to 
go anal, but what the hell, it's not like she's never 
had one up her butt before, and it's for the good of 
the picture. I rub my pussy-wet cock on her asshole 
and hope that's sufficient lube because I don't want to 
cut while they fetch the baby oil.

No problem. The kid is a pro. She gasps, not 
expecting it, but she works with me and a moment later 
I'm up her hot little ass. The steadicam guy is 
leaning over my shoulder for a closeup. I ram hard, 
hitting bottom every time, and she moans with each 
thrusting stroke. My balls feel like lead.

Chrissy and Pam were still taking turns on my cock, 
here in the office. One would suck it, then snap her 
head loose and let it swing and sway right over to the 
other's mouth. Pam sucked deeper but Chrissy made up 
for it with inventiveness. My cock was already 
drooling little bubbles of cum but it was nothing 
compared to what was stewing up inside my balls.

On screen, I go A2M, improvising all the way. Rachel 
gags a little when I shove too hard but she knows how 
much is on the line and she just gulps and gobbles it. 
I give her a dozen strokes in the mouth, then bring it 
back to Chrissy's asshole. It hasn't completely 
contracted yet, so I go into her easily, shoving hard 
to take me all the way down. Another dozen strokes and 
it's back to Rachel's mouth. Man, I could do this all 
day! I just wish my prostate saw it the same way.

The woman and two little girls get doggie, side by 
side, and I fuck them down the line. Up Chrissy's ass, 
since it was already open and ready, then into her 
mom's pussy next door, then stooping a little so I 
could slip my meat up the very tiny Rachel, who was 
last in the row.

I alternate Rachel, first anal, then cuntal, until her 
little body erupts into orgasm and she squeals and 
slumps. Guys love it when she gets so hot she passes 
out during a fuck scene. Sometimes she fakes it, like 
any porn actress, but this time it was for real, and I 
knew that would show on screen. I give her a couple 
more strokes as she sprawls, twitching, then extract 
and look for fresh holes to invade and conquer.

Now it's back to Pam. She isn't prepped for anal, or 
I'd have shoved it up her ass too, but I don't want to 
break the momentum of the scene by bringing in the baby 
oil wrangler. Anyway, I'm getting down to the 
nitty-gritty and I can't last much longer.

I pump her pussy, then switch to Chrissy's ass for a 
few more strokes, and my balls tell me that Mr Big has 
crashed this party. I get it out of Chrissy's butt and 
pull hers and Pam's hair to signal them. They turn 
around, their mouths already open, tongues lapping 
wetly in the air.

I jack half my load into Pam's mouth, coating her 
tongue with sticky white sauce, then finish the squirt 
into Chrissy's. She closes her lips around me and 
siphons till I'm empty, letting the juice ooze from her 
lips when my cock slides out of her mouth. She and Pam 
share their sperm-wads in a kiss and beam up at me.

"Man!" I said, leaning back while Chrissy blew me. 
"Forget the AVN awards -- I think we're talking 
Oscars!"

***

I fucked both of them while the movie continued to play 
out, but by now I was more interested in today than in 
yesterday and I barely looked at the screen. Pam 
already had her butthole greased so I got to try her 
out anally. It just proved to me that she could have 
been a major talent if I'd caught her when she was 
young enough to be marketable. What a fucking waste!

She knew, though, that she was the second fiddle in 
this orchestra and she let Chrissy take the lead, just 
the way it oughta be. I cream-pied the little blonde, 
for a finale, and Pam licked up the juice as it oozed 
out of her daughter's raw-red gash. My balls ached, in 
the nicest way, and I knew the movie was going to break 
all records.

***

"You want what?"

"More money," Pam repeated. "You saw the movie 
yourself. You know she just gets better and better. 
You know goddamn well she's going to sell millions of 
units. We want $10,000 a day and 10% of the gross on 
each of her DVDs. The _gross_, not the net. Chrissy 
and I just love you, Ray, but we're not stupid. 
There's no reason you should make all the profit when 
she's the one doing the work."

"How do _you_ feel about this, Chrissy?" I asked, 
turning to the girl.

She looked back at me with a frankness that belied her 
tender years. "Aren't I worth it, Uncle Ray?" she 
asked teasingly.

Oh, man, they had me by the balls now! I'd lost Cherry 
Rodriguez to Sweet Young Cunt. Lolita Lust was out of 
commission due to that freaky anal accident. There 
were a dozen B-list babies on contract, none of whom 
had yet developed a significant following of her own. 
But none of them was an A-girl. My entire studio was 
riding on the slim shoulders of Chrissy Sweet, and the 
little whore had just shrugged. My knees wobbled, and 
even though I was sitting down, I felt like I might 
fall flat on my face.

"So. Is it SYC? Are those sleazy fucks trying to buy 
you out from under me like they did with that whore 
Cherry? Or is it Larry Flynt? Max Hardcore? But none 
of them would offer you a cut of the gross ... "

Shit -- there have been those Disney rumors for years. 
Was the Mouse finally taking the plunge into hardcore? 
Who the fuck else would have the money to make Chrissy 
an offer like that?

I had lunch with Eisner just the other day. Was the 
fucker laughing at me the whole time while he made 
plans to steal my business out from under me? I 
relived every moment at Spago, trying to second-guess 
his words, his expressions, to find the stab hidden 
behind the smile. Nothing. He's not that good an 
actor.

Pam shook her head but before she could answer, 
Chrissy chirped up.

"We think we can start our own line," she said perkily. 
"I've been watching the way you direct, and it looks 
_real_ easy. My mommy can think of good stories. She 
made up the one we just watched. Mostly. Daddy says 
we can get the money, because I'm a star. This movie 
is going to make me tankable."

"The word is _bankable_, honey," Pam smiled.

Chrissy nodded earnestly. "Bankable," she repeated. 
"We'll have our own company. 'Cute Little Chrissy' is 
what we're gonna call it, 'cause it's all gonna be 
about me. If I want a leprechaun tat, I can have one, 
too. 'Cause it's _my_ company! I'll be able to do 
anything I want. And I betcha we're smart enough to 
make sure nobody switches Krazy Glue for the K-Y." She 
giggled. It was a nasty giggle. Things suddenly 
became very clear to me.

"You pint-sized _whore_," I said. "You did that, 
didn't you?"

Chrissy lifted her eyebrows. "I'm just a little girl!" 
she said, momentarily looking as if she was about to 
cry. Then her eyes twinkled. "Even if my shit is the 
_bomb_." Her smile was dazzling, as always.

"I didn't know anything about it," Pam said, and in 
spite of everything I believed her. I glared at 
Chrissy, who was smiling like a tiny angel. There was 
still a starchy film of dried cum on her chin. "It was 
her own idea. I'd have spanked her if she'd suggested 
it to me. But that's all in the past, Ray. We can't 
change any of it. We have to consider the future."

I nodded. "Yeah, the future, because that's where 
we're all going to spend the rest of our lives." 
Chrissy nodded, very solemn, as if she'd just heard 
something really profound. Innocent blue-eyed, 
blonde-pigtailed waters ran a lot deeper than I'd ever 
suspected. 

"We'll just sit out the contract," Pam went on. "It 
expires in two months and by that time we'll have our 
own company in place, all ready to go. You can't renew 
the contract automatically. We have to sign. Article 
1, sub-section 4. And there's a specific exemption for 
school testing and field trips that count toward a 
grade, not to mention excused medical absences. 
Article 3, sub-sections 1, 2, and 3. Every time 
there's a shooting call, Chrissy will have a math test. 
Or the flu. Or the measles. Or chicken pox..." Her 
voice dropped away.

Yeah, she could do that. I'm a dad, and I know how 
grade-schoolers come down with every fucking bug and 
germ that floats around. My doctor will say she's 
fine, hers that she's too sick to work, and by the time 
we get it settled in court, the shooting schedule has 
gone straight to hell.

And in three months that could be a lot of shooting. 
After all, I'd been forced to revamp the whole schedule 
after Lolita's accident, and in the new game plan 
Chrissy was set to work at least 3 days a week, every 
week, for months. She was the cornerstone of the 
company. It all revolved around Chrissy.

No two ways about it. I was fucked.

I slid my dick back into my pants and zipped up. The 
finest fucking movie I had ever made, a guaranteed 
sales-buster, an unstoppable award winner, and _I_ was 
the one who had gotten it up the ass.

"Can I have a day or two to think about this?" I asked. 
"What you're asking, basically, is for me to make you 
partners in my company, even though you don't put up 
any of the money or take any of the risks..."

"Krazy Glue in the K-Y?" Chrissy smirked. "That's a 
really _big_ risk! It's scary to think that could have 
happened to me."

And it might have, if Lolita or her barracuda mom had 
thought of it first. But no, Chrissy had beaten them 
to the punch.

The little cunt! What she needed was to be thrown over 
my lap and spanked till her ass got blisters. And then 
I'd show her what fucking was _really_ all about.

"Think it over, Ray," Pam agreed. "I think you're 
going to see our point. We just want what's best for 
everybody. But I'm her mom, and I have to put my 
daughter's interests first. If it was your daughter, 
you'd do the same thing and you know it."

"Why don't the two of you just go home now," I said, 
totally sickened by the whole business. I didn't even 
look at them as they got dressed and departed. I'd 
seen enough of those two whores to last me a lifetime. 
But how was I going to stay in business without 
Chrissy?

I sighed for the good old days when we used to hang 
around playgrounds, spotting talent, screen testing 
them in the bushes, and making the Crazy Ray's 
Schoolyard Pussy all-amateur gonzo pre-teen tapes.

Quick model release, bone 'em on the spot, and no harpy 
of a mommy hanging around to bust your balls for more 
money and more perks, simply because her daughter was 
an entertaining little fuck piece. Just the 5 "F's": 
Find her, Feel her, Film Her, Fuck her, and Forget her.

There was hardly any money in it back then, and getting 
lucky was almost as much fun as selling the tapes to 
Odyssey for a few hundred bucks.

Sure, I'm rich now, and at the top of the biz -- a biz 
I more or less created all by myself. But those days 
when I used to run around in dirty t-shirts looking for 
fresh faces on the street and in the schoolyards seemed 
a hell of a lot better than what my life had become.

Glamour profession, my royal Irish ass!


CHAPTER 10

I dropped my shorts and climbed down into the hot tub. 
If there was ever a day I needed to soak, and _think_, 
this was it. A girl with potential to be the hottest 
little bitch who ever flaunted her skinny ass through 
porn had me over a fucking barrel with a dildo up my 
bung.

In less than two weeks I had lost Cherry Rodriguez to 
the competition, lost Lolita Lust to sabotage, and now 
Chrissy Sweet wanted to hang my balls over her living 
room fireplace.

Why the _fuck_ hadn't I gone into granny porn? Those 
old bags are so happy to be working they don't have 
time to stab you in the back! All they want to know 
is, which hole do they take it in next, and where are 
you gonna shoot your load?

Sure, granny porn wouldn't have bought me a $12 million 
dollar house in the Canyon -- it wouldn't even have 
covered the downpayment on the hot tub, for that 
matter -- but I wouldn't have an ambitious starlet 
trying to take my company away from me.

I thought about Kutcher, from May-December, the '85 
Rabbit he drives, the shithole trailer in Encino where 
he lives, and that crew of old hags who work for his 
company and would eat shit to stay in the biz. He 
seemed to me at that moment like the luckiest guy on 
the face of the earth.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Madison chirped, leaning over 
the lip of the tub. "You look sad."

"Daddy _is_ sad," I told her. "Something not very nice 
happened at the office. But I don't bring work home 
with me, so we won't talk about that."

Maddy climbed up onto the deck. She looked really cute 
in her little sun suit. "Can I get in with you?" she 
asked. She loves the tub but she's not allowed to use 
it unless me or Karen is already there.

I nodded. She peeled out of her clothes, turned to 
soak up a bit of the late afternoon sunshine, then 
stepped down into the bubbly water. "Tickles," she 
giggled, getting her foot wet.

She's even cuter than her mom was at the same age, I 
thought. Long dark hair, beautiful dark eyes, slender 
body not yet touched by the aging process. If I'd seen 
her on the street, I'd have handed my card to her mom 
and invited her over to the studio for a screentest. 
That's how lovely she is. As pretty as any starlet in 
the biz, and I'm not just a proud daddy when I say 
that.

Madison stepped down into the water. It came up to her 
neck. That's why she can't use the tub unless there's 
supervision. She splashed a little, throwing water in 
my face and giggling when she did, and I splashed her 
back. She dog-paddled over to me.

"Don't be sad, Daddy," she said, very solemnly, and 
then she kissed me. Her lips lingered on my mouth and 
she pressed her flat chest against mine.

That night she'd come into the bedroom with me and 
Karen had seemed to satisfy her curiosity. She'd 
watched us a couple more times since then but she 
hadn't made any effort to participate, and that was 
just fine. You should always let your kids discover 
the facts of life at their own speed.

But right now Madison seemed to be entering back into 
the experimental mode she'd displayed that night. Her 
mouth kept on kissing me. Under the water, she had her 
leg between my thighs, her calf rubbing insistently 
along the softness of my cock.

Softness? It wasn't quite so soft, the more she rubbed 
it. I could feel myself growing. I got the distinct 
feeling that she might want to take a few more sex-ed 
lessons. Well, if that was what she wanted -- there's 
nothing I would not do for my kid!

I stroked up and down her back, my hands moving onto 
her skinny little butt. She nuzzled more closely. By 
now my cock was standing up. Hey, it's a cock! It 
gets hard when somebody plays with it. That's what 
it's _supposed_ to do.

Under the water, Madison reached down to touch my dick. 
"This is like it was the other night," she sighed, 
folding her little fingers around it. They just barely 
came together holding me. She squeezed, then stroked. 
The water rippled on top as her hand worked below the 
surface.

"Have you been watching 'Friends' again?" I scolded 
gently. "You know that's a TVPG show and you're only 
supposed to watch Y7." Her lips were fluttering along 
mine. I moved my tongue between them. She murmured as 
it entered her mouth.

"I like that," Madison giggled. "It feels like it did 
when you let me put your thing in my mouth. Can I do 
that again, Daddy?"

"Oh, I suppose so, but the water's too deep. We'll 
have to sit up on the side. C'mon, honey, upsy-daisy," 
and I lifted her up out of the water and sat her down 
on the edge of the tub. I came up out as well, with my 
dick erect. She giggled again at the sight of it, 
though she must have known it was stiff when she was 
playing with it in the water.

She leaned back, her skinny legs parted and the clean 
neat crack of her cunt showing, slightly pink where the 
spread of her legs made its lips separate. It looked 
too cute not to kiss, so I leaned in between her thighs 
and put my lips on it. I made a big "mmmm" sound as I 
kissed her pussy, and that made her squeal and giggle 
in glee. The chlorine taste of the water was strong at 
first, but as I continued to kiss her cunt, using my 
tongue up and down the tight crack, I could taste the 
real Madison coming through the chemicals.

Very delicately I pushed her budlike labes apart and 
inserted my tongue between them. Her clitoris was tiny 
but already coming to life. I grazed it with my 
tongue, then kissed it directly, then pursed my lips 
around it and sucked gently. Madison took my other 
hand and brought it to her mouth so she could suck my 
fingers. She bunched my index and middle together and 
eased them inside, holding my wrist to slide them in 
and out as she suckled.

The other day, she'd been more cute than erotic taking 
her first stabs at sucking my dick, but now as she 
worked on my fingers, I could feel a distinct -- an 
almost amazing -- degree of improvement. Rachel 
Sunshine is about that good, but she's been working for 
months, and this was only Maddy's second effort.

It's my profession. I just couldn't help making the 
comparison. That's all it was.

I spread Madison's pussy a little wider and worked more 
of my tongue into it. She was slick and wet inside, 
and not just because she'd been in the hot tub. I slid 
my tongue a few inches up her, thrusting with it, and 
her little body pumped back at me while she sucked sooo 
hard on my fingers it was as if she wanted to siphon 
them off my hand.

I drew back with my tongue and sloshed around on her
clitoris, which had gotten perceptibly bigger. She was
all twisty and wiggly now, alternately pulling herself
away from me and then shoving her cunt back into my
face. In her excitement she bit my finger, hard enough
to make me yelp.

"Oh, Daddy," she said in a trembly voice, "did I hurt
you?"

"Of course not, honey. Am I hurting you?"

Maddy giggled. "Unh-uh, Daddy, you're making me feel
_really_ good!"

I cupped her pussy and moved upward. She rolled
against me and kissed me some more, no doubt trying
some other moves she'd seen on those damn sitcoms. In
a way it was funny -- little girl trying to act like
big girl -- but at the same time, it was
heartbreakingly sexy. I drew her tongue into my mouth
and suckled it while we brushed our lips together and
my hand kept on squeezing her little pussy. My cock
was still rigid and it kept bumping her flat tummy.

Releasing her tongue, I bent down and slathered my
tongue across her chest. She shivered palpably as I
licked over the tips of her nipples, which were already
erect. "That feels good, too," she whispered.

I licked them some more. As gently as I could, I
pooched the smooth flesh together and made a sort of
titty there on her chest, which I drew into my mouth
and suckled. Madison trilled and clutched at my head.
"That _really_ feels good!"

"Someday, when your titties get bigger, a lot of guys
will want to suck on them," I told her.

"How big will they get?" she asked.

I thought of her mom's bee-sting breasts. Genetically,
she wasn't predisposed to large growth.

"Big enough to be the prettiest titties anywhere," I
promised her diplomatically. She smiled and ran her
fingers through my hair, lingering on the bald spot at
the crown. It's just a small bald spot, and I think it
adds distinction.

"You know what would make Daddy feel good?" I asked, my
fingers curling through her dark hair. Her eyes
enlarged. In the sun they were a deep violet, like a
young Liz Taylor. My God, I thought, she's gorgeous!

Madison nodded, and without being coached any further,
she took my cock in both hands and leaned down to lick
the knob. Her hands were so small it took both of them
to hold my trembling rod steady, but it paid off when
her mouth opened and she took the head of my cock
inside.

She was a lot more confident than she'd been that other
time. Her eyes were on me all the time she suckled
my bulb, and I met her gaze with a look of approval.
That seemed to brighten her expression even more, and
she slipped my cock deeper into her beaming smile.

Not perfect by any means, but so much promise! I put
my hand on the top of her head and forced her face
downward, regretting it as soon as the action was
taken. Goddamn it, Ray! I told myself. This isn't
some bimbo starlet who's looking for a gold-ring grab
on the merry-go-round of porn fame -- this is your
daughter! I relaxed my hand, felt the gratified "Nggh"
around my cock, and just let Madison work at her own
speed.

She kept jacking me while she sucked, sometimes nudging
my balls a little roughly, but her heart was good and
her mouth was wet. I closed my eyes and relished it,
then looked back down to show her that she was doing
just fine. I suspected she'd been practicing some more
on that dildo of Karen's, and it was definitely paying
off.

"Punkin," I said, twirling a strand of her dark hair
around my finger, "I think Daddy's about to cum in your
mouth. Remember when I did that the other night?"

She said "Mmmhmmm" without ever letting up on her suck
action. Her eyes sparkled. Definitely violet, like a
ripe Beaujolais, freshly decanted. Her mouth worked up
and down, repeatedly frictioning the enlarged bulb of
my cock with her lips and teeth, her tongue busy
inside, and the hot wet siphoning just seemed to draw
the semen upward from my bulging nuts.

It burst into her mouth and she squealed at the sudden
force and volume of my cum-squirt. Her lips slackened,
and a big gob of sperm flowed outward, down the length
of my shaft. She tightened up again and let the rest
of it gush across her tongue. I could feel her gulping
as she swallowed the explosion, and she kept on
sucking, all the while. My hips swiveled, thrusting
into her but resisting the urge to ram it all down her
throat. She wasn't Karen, for Chrissakes!

Gasping for air, gurgling with a mouth full of cream,
Maddy raised her lips off my cock. She slid her hand
up the shaft and a last bubble appeared in the slit at
my apex. Her tongue, already painted white with sticky
cream, lapped out greedily and caught it like a frog
licking out for a careless fly. She held me tightly in
both hands and raised her face for a kiss.

We rolled around on the ledge beside the tub, her
little skinny legs wrapped around me.  She just
couldn't seem to get enough kissing. I wasn't crazy
about tasting my cum in her mouth but she was my kid
and I would make any sacrifice for her. Anyway, if
eating my cum was fatal, the Valley would be full of
dead PT starlets by this time.

My dick softened a little but then Madison started
rubbing herself against it while she twined around me,
and the touch of her hairless, perfect young pussy
caused the kind of reaction it would in any normal guy.
Blood rushed back into my cock and it began to lurch
its way into a fresh boner state. Maddy squirmed,
feeling me get hard, and she kept on grinding her taut
little crack all over my stiffening length.

"Let Daddy sit up," I suggested, and I backed up
against the wall. My rod thrust upward, once again
fully erect. "Now you just sit on Daddy's lap." She
nodded eagerly and settled downward, her back to my
chest. We snuggled. My prick was standing upright
between her skinny thighs. I touched them, moved them
closer together around my dick.

She got the message. "Oooh, I can feel how big and
hard you are, Daddy!" Squirming, she started
instinctively pressuring my prick with her thigh flesh.
I scooted her gently, until the length of my cock was
square against her slit. Then I began to hump myself
up and down, so that my cock frotted directly on her
budding young cunt.

"Mmm, Daddy," Madison purred, "that _really_ feels
nice!" She was straining to meet me, obviously loving
the friction where our sexual parts rubbed together.
Her thighs flexed, squeezing and releasing, squeezing
and releasing. Our bodies fell into rhythm. She slid
her fingertip back and forth across the upstanding knob
of my dick, leaned to kiss me again, over her shoulder.

"Isn't this what you and Rachel Sunshine were doing in
that movie?" she asked innocently. I frowned. She
_knows_ that the DVDs in Daddy's cabinet are off-limits
and strictly for older folks, but obviously she'd been
sneaking a peek at them.

Well, it _was_ like a scene in Rachel's screen test 
tape. She was just too tight for anything bigger than 
a pinky insertion, so I spent a while frotting her in 
this same position. Variety called it "excruciatingly 
erotic, far more tantalizing than the standard 
oral-vaginal-anal workout. The slow and unmistakably 
authentic arousal of starlet Sunshine through gentle 
but insistent external pussy friction lays the 
groundwork for an eventual, and a truly sizzling, 
insertion. Sunshine is a real find and this session 
solidifies producer Conklin's status as the 
unquestionable top helmer in the industry."

And she must have watched it pretty closely, because
she was copying Rachel's moves right down to the
semi-colons.  Her body grew warmer and warmer atop me.
My hands caressed her little nipples as they grew
harder and harder. I could feel her baby-button
clitoris stroking the length of my cock as it moved up
and down between her clutching thighs. The slit of her
pussy was dripping wet, the juices bathing my cock as
her lips kissed it.

"Are you gonna fuck me this time, Daddy?" she asked
excitedly. "Am I big enough now? Mommy said you
would, when I got bigger..."

"I don't think so, Punkin. At least, not today. Don't
you want to wait till Mommy's home and we can all be
together?"

"I wanna get fucked!" Madison chanted, clenching her
thighs around my dick, so tight it made me want to
squirt on the spot. "I wanna get fucked!! I wanna get
fucked!!!" Her voice became shriller and louder.

"Somebody here may have to go on Ritalin," a soft
amused voice said from not very far away. It was
Karen, of course, back from shopping. "Did you guys
start without Mommy?" she chided. She kicked off her
shoes and climbed up onto the hot tub platform, then
sat down on the ledge beside us, dangling her feet into
the water.

"I wanna get fucked!" Madison repeated, not as shrill
but just as insistent.

"Oh, go ahead, then," Karen conceded.

"Here?" I asked. "I always thought if we did it, it
would be on satin sheets, with some music and a lot of
candles..."

"_Now_ who's watching too many Lifetime movies?" Karen
laughed. "Honey, tell Daddy what Mommy caught you
doing the other day. With her vibrator."

"I was just playing," Madison said, frowning. I looked
at Karen.

"She had the D-I-L-D-O all the way up her P-U-S-S-Y,"
Karen smiled. "I don't think it was the first time,
either. And she kept saying, 'D-A-D-D-Y, F-U-C-K me
just like you F-U-C-K Mommy!"

"Did you really do that, Maddy?" I wondered, testing 
her body heat with my fingers. My cock jabbed between 
her clutching thighs. OK, the image _had_ turned me 
on. A little. It's perfectly legal to be turned on by 
your daughter. Ever since the 7-2 overturn in Jolie vs 
Voight, it's been the law of the land.

"Well, I watched you fucking Mommy, and I wanted to do
it too, but Mommy said I wasn't ready, but I thought I
was, and so I just tried it..."

Elementary child psychology. When she thinks she's
ready for it, she _is_ ready. Obviously Karen and I
had been underestimating our daughter.

"Stand up, Punkin," I said, lifting Madison off her
thigh-clench on my prick. She seemed reluctant to let
go, so I gave her a little swat on the butt, and then
she stood. I pointed to my cock. "You think you're
ready for this?" She looked at it and nodded
vigorously, so excited she was jumping up and down.

"Straddle Daddy," Karen suggested. "Then just lower
yourself down till you feel his big thing. Oh, that's
good, Maddy! Yes, stroke it a little with your pussy.
Tease him. Mmm, yeah, make him _want_ to do it."

I'll be the first to admit that I did want to do it.

Sure, I fuck pre-teen pussies five days a week on the 
job. It's what puts bread on our table and a Hummer in 
the driveway. It's what pays for this house and this 
hot tub and the plasma screen HDTV and the maid and the 
gardeners and Maddy's private school tuition. Sometimes 
it's good fucking -- well, it's almost always good 
fucking -- but first and foremost it's a _job_.

Some guys unload container ships bringing goods from
China that used to be made in the USA. Some guys
leverage deals to have more of that stuff made in
China. Some guys stand behind a counter saying "You
want fries with that?" Those are jobs, too. Mine just
happens to be fucking cute little girls in front of a
camera and selling the results to a world that can't
get enough of it.

Right now, with my swollen cock gland being caressed
repeatedly by little kissing swishes of Maddy's slick
tight pussymouth, it really didn't feel like a job.
Because it wasn't. I did _want_ to do it, and I don't
think it was entirely just so I could teach my daughter
the facts of life the way God meant for them to be
learned -- at home, from Mom and Dad, not on the street
from strangers with twisted minds and sick ideas.

The thought of getting my dick into my daughter set the 
blood bubbling in my veins, not least because she 
seemed to want it so much, but I think I may have 
wanted it even more.

Smooching wetly on my cock, the lips of her pussy felt
like Karen's, the first time I'd played with it. Just
as bald, just as wet, just as tight. Sometimes I think
I fell in love with Karen the day I fucked her for the
first PT Auditions tape, all those years ago.

And now here I was with Madison. How could the years
have added up so fucking fast? But my wife and I had
created a magical little being and now I was about to
find out exactly how good a job we'd done.

Karen reached underneath to help. Her fingers flared
Maddy's snug pussy crack, spreading it until our
daughter said "Oh!" in a surprised voice. With her
other hand, Karen moved the tip of my cock between
those little pink labes and into the sweet wet
tightness they had opened to reveal. I felt myself
going inside -- just a little, but just _enough_!

"Ohhh!" Maddy repeated, even more surprised. She
trembled, an inch of my cock inside her. Karen grabbed
her shoulders and held on for support. "It doesn't
feel like the D-I-L-D-O," Madison breathed, not even
trying to hide the fact that she could spell. The
little minx! Karen gasped, then giggled, just like the
little girl she used to be in PTHC videos.

I put my hands on her waist and moved upward, gently
but firmly, sliding my cock into her a fraction at a
time, always moving up, however. I was so hard my cock
ached, and she was so tight it was all I could do to
get inside her. Her pussy fit me like that glove did
O.J.

But the further I went into her, the more clear it was 
that the dildo had preceded me, just like Karen said. 
She was tight but she was pre-popped. I sighed, 
perhaps a little disappointed that her hymen was not 
intact. At least she hadn't thrown it away on some 
low-life off the streets or the playgrounds.

"Ooohh, Daddy," Madison exhaled, all but an inch of my
cock up her pussy. There was no way to put any more of
it inside her. She was bug-eyed, breathing out frothy
drool, and her eyes just kept rolling over in their
sockets. If Karen hadn't been there holding her, I
think Maddy might have fallen over.

She was too tight to fuck properly. All I could really
do was help Karen hold her upright and just bathe my
cock in the excruciatingly snug wetness of her pussy.
I moved in shallow, half-inch thrusts. The friction
was nearly unbearable. My balls were the size of
watermelons. They clanged like gongs every time they
slapped together inside the sac. My cock worked
slowly, with tremendous effort, like a Hummer trying to
get out of a ten-foot mudhole.

Karen reached around to touch Maddy's clitoris. The
excitement surged within the little girl and her pussy
was so wet it was as if she was pissing down my cock.
Maybe she was. Even with all the lube I could barely
move inside her, but I tried to make the most of each
shallow push, each ebbing retraction, each fresh short
stroke up her sweet little cunt.

Madison squealed without warning and broke into
something like an epileptic seizure. I watched in awed
wonder as she experienced her very first real orgasm.
It's the kind of thing a father lives for. Karen kept
on rubbing our daughter's clit, and I struggled with
the rippled excitement of her churning pussy.

Suddenly my cock began to unload within Maddy. My
ejaculation seemed to have no end. Inside my ball sac
was pure agony, overstrained 'nads bursting their
contents into the hot tight excited glove that held my
dick a willing prisoner.

I wasn't worried about cream-pieing her. I'm tested
every week, just like everyone else in the biz, and I
have a _totally_ clear bill of health. And of course
there was no way she could get pregnant. It was just a
sweet, clean mutual release. I shuddered as my cock
unloaded and her snug little pussy filled and
overflowed with the first wad of my daughter's life.

There was no doubt, seeing the way she had orgasmed,
that I was _not_ gonna be the last guy to know the
sweetness of popping within her tight hole. I made a
mental note to start buying condoms for her. Not
everybody she might fuck will be as clean and safe as
Daddy.

Karen hugged us both as Maddy and I shared our ectsasy,
and I could tell from the trembling of her body that
Karen was coming too. Call me old-fashioned, but
that's the kind of family togetherness you can't buy in
a store. For a sweet moment I thought of Lewis Stone
and Mickey Rooney.

Afterward, Maddy lay down on the hot tub ledge to take
a nap. She'd really had a workout, and they tire so
easily at that age. She lay on her side, sucking her
thumb, snoring softly, while her pussy continued to
leak out the surplus of my cumload. Her knees were
drawn up to her chest, and the entire pretty picture
was on display. Karen snuggled against me, toying with
my wet sticky cock, and she just beamed as she looked
at our daughter's freshly-fucked crack.

We talked softly, so as not to wake up Maddy, and I
told her about the day's events -- how Chrissy had
fucked up Lolita Lust, then saved the day, then rammed
it up my own ass. She knew the biz and none of it
surprised her, not even the K-Y gag.

"The little cunt," she said. "But it's probably her
mother behind it all. The mothers are always the
worst. I should know."

True enough. Her own mom had been a lot like Lolita's
mother Janine, though she was not nearly as good a fuck 
as Chrissy's mom turned out to be. And definitely not 
as crafty as either -- she was just a pain in the ass 
to deal with. We hadn't seen her in years. She was 
living in a trailer somewhere in Utah -- endangering 
the state's supply of cheap gin, I had no doubt. We 
sent her a check every month but there was a 
restraining order that prevented her from setting foot 
in California again. Ever.

"I really think it's more Chrissy. Pam seemed just as
surprised to hear about it as I was."

"I say they're both in on it," Karen insisted. "You're
defending Pam because you got to fuck her. You fall in
love with everybody you fuck. And sometimes you let
people take advantage of you because of it. You're
just too good a person, Ray. You don't realize what
shits most people can be if you give them half a
chance."

I suppose she was right. Maybe I am a hopeless 
romantic. It's still hard for me to believe that 
somebody can fuck you like a teenage wet dream, then 
turn around and shove it up your ass. If the truth was 
to be known, Pam probably _had_ helped Chrissy with the 
Krazy Glue substitution gag. I'm so used to seeing 
only the good in people that I just didn't want to 
believe it. But I had no choice.

And what else might the two of them come up with when 
they were effectively my business partners at PTHC? 
Maybe I should hire a bodyguard for myself. What were 
the prospects they could even have me assassinated? 
Last week I'd have said not a chance in hell. This 
week -- who knows?

There seemed no doubt whatever that I would end up 
giving them a piece of the company I had built with my 
bare hands and dick, or else lose the hottest new porn 
queen in years and see the company go straight down the 
crapper. I sighed. Scylla and Charybdis. I was 
fucked whichever way the tides drew me.

"Isn't she sweet like that?" Karen said, nodding at
Maddy, who sucked her thumb in the sleep of the
blessed. Starchy cum patches showed on the insides of
her thighs but the trickle from her crack had ceased,
though the hairless lips were still flushed and
swollen.

"She's beautiful," I agreed. "_All_ the time. Just
like her mother." I kissed my wife softly. "And
almost as good a fuck as you were at her age, too. By
the time she's twelve, she'll have left a trail of
broken hearts that could stretch from here to Phoenix."

Karen cupped my chin and looked intently at me, her 
brown eyes almost afire. "You're gonna think this is 
totally crazy," she told me, "but why couldn't _Maddy_ 
be your new star?"

I lifted my eyebrows. "Totally crazy" was a pretty 
good description of my reaction to what she'd just 
said. It was nutty.

"I'm serious," she went on. "She loves to fuck -- you
know that -- and she's really good at it, and she's as
adorable as a Labrador puppy."

"Like a Cabbage Patch Doll," I agreed, "but with 
feelings..."

Karen nodded. "Exactly. Every guy who sees her will 
fall in love with that darling little face. She has 
personality, too. It was so cute and sassy, the way 
she spelled D-I-L-D-O. Heck, I bet you could even 
write that into a scene for her!"

You know, I thought, it's a crazy idea, but it just 
_might_ work. I should call Schumann, get him busy on 
a script. The spelling gag was perfect schtick; it 
might even become her trademark. We could shoot it 
over the weekend. By Monday afternoon, when editing 
had a work print ready, we'd know where we stood.

Sure, I'm prejudiced, but she was easily as pretty as 
Chrissy, though in a completely different way. Those 
violet Liz Taylor eyes, for one thing. Maybe we'd 
darken her hair, to play up the resemblance even more.

There hasn't been a sultry Anglo brunette lead in the
biz for a while -- just those Mexican girls that you
can't tell apart except for their tattoos -- and it's
possible the audience is starting to get tired of all
blondes, all the time. A change might be just the
ticket.

"But do you think she'd even want to?"

Karen shook her head, smiling as if to say, "Lord, what
fools these mortals be!"

I saw her point. "Most of the money would go into her
Harvard trust fund, of course."

"Of course," Karen agreed. "That's a no-brainer. But
there'll be some left over for her to spend foolishly.
You're only a kid once, and you really should make the
most of it. Preferably with money in your pocket."

It made sense. When did Karen _not_ make sense? 
Sometimes I get so caught up in the artistic end of the 
biz that I can't see the nuts and bolts reality. You 
could say that I'm a dreamer, though I hope I'm not the 
only one. But thank God I have someone who can help me 
keep my feet on the ground while my head is in the 
stars.

I rolled Karen over and kissed my way down her spine, 
to the dolphin tat on her tailbone. "We'll get her one 
of these," I said, licking across the long body of the 
marine mammal. "Just like Mommy's."

My tongue moved south, into her butt crack, onto her 
asshole -- still surprisingly tight after all these 
years. Tasted good, too. I knew exactly what Mommy 
and Daddy would be up to in a little while.

Suddenly my head jerked upward, a gasp on my lips.
Karen looked across her shoulder, eyebrows lifted, as
if I'd missed my cue and she was waiting for me to say 
my line.

"_Holy shit_, I'm missing the obvious! Where is my
goddamned mind? She's the _daughter of fucking
Pollyanna Petite_, for Christ's sake!  The next best
thing to having the ultimate porn goddess herself make
a comeback! There's never been a second generation
pre-teen star before. And this one is the daughter of
the queen herself. Oh my sweet Jesus -- those DVDs
will walk out of the store by themselves!"

"I wondered how long it would take you to think of that
angle," Karen smirked, yanking a little on my cock.

"We'll remake 'Little Miss Table Stakes' -- the one 
where the daddy bets the daughter in a poker game with 
all of his friends. It was one of your best. We can 
get Ron, Randy, Herschel, F M, and all the guys back 
together for it. What a debut vehicle that would be! 
The boys will _have_ to wear rubbers, though."

"Yes, definitely with rubbers," Karen agreed. "And a 
soap wrangler for Ron." Yeah. Right, as always. 
"That was a really good movie, hon, but do you think 
she can handle all the dialogue?"

"Your daughter? She can handle _anything_. Perfect
genes. But we still need a screen name. Not
Pollyanna. Something new ... special..."

"You'll think of one," Karen purred, stretching her
fingers as my cock began to grow inside them.

Maybe it was the way she pulled my meat, or maybe it
was just the excitement of knowing that I could still
save my business from the rapacious cunts who were
trying to fuck my ass. My prick surged with new life,
filling Karen's small hand, and I covered her eager
mouth with kisses while I moved my body between her
open, welcoming legs.

"Thank you, darling," I whispered, slipping inside her
pussy. "I think you've saved us. What would I ever do
without you? Baby, you're the greatest!"

Staring into her eyes, filling her cunt with my cock, I
knew that I had never loved Karen in my whole life as
much as I did at that very moment.

Madison sat up, yawning, stretching, rubbing her eyes.
I guess we must have been making a little bit of noise.
She looked at us, blinking until her eyes cleared, and
she giggled. "You're fucking Mommy again. But I 
wanted you to read me my story." Her mouth curled 
downward into a pout.

Hell, I'd read it so many times I knew it by heart. As 
my cock continued to swivel in and out of Karen's cunt, 
and without missing a stroke, I began, "Once upon a 
time, in a kingdom far across the sea, at the back of 
the North Wind, there lived a beautiful little 
princess..."

Madison smiled, hearing the familiar words, and she
began to suck contentedly at her thumb. My little
princess. Princess. How could I have missed that one? 
She was the daughter of the king and the queen, after 
all!

Princess Petite. What a lovely, _perfect_ name! 
Billed above the title, of course. You don't fuck 
around with royalty.

Karen would _have_ to make a cameo -- handing the crown 
over to the next generation, so to speak. She and I 
would play the parents, just like in real life. I 
could talk her into doing a sex scene with me for it, 
too, even though she swore she was finished with the 
biz and totally committed to the mommy track. Karen's 
a trouper, too. She'll come through.

The nostalgic appeal alone should move 500,000 copies, 
and if the quality was there -- by God I'd _see_ that 
it was! -- every previous sales record in the industry 
would be relegated to a footnote. In small print.

But just to be safe, I'd better get the lawyers busy 
preparing to sue Chrissy Sweet's skanky little ass over 
the first shooting date she missed. I would give her a 
Tuesday call. She wouldn't show up, of course, and 
then everything could get rolling.

We needed to stretch the litigation out as long as 
possible. Miles of depositions. Every medical test 
known to science. I didn't want a fast court date. I 
wanted this to run on for months and months. 

Pressure. Constant pressure. 7/24/365. Who knows, 
Chrissy could flunk out of fourth grade and she might 
even pop into puberty a little early, under all that 
strain. It's happened before in the biz. Yeah. That 
was an appealing idea. 

I had a handball date with Peter Bart on Wednesday. It 
wouldn't hurt to drop a hint that we had just gotten a 
tip Chrissy Sweet might actually be a twenty-one 
year-old midget and that we were cancelling all future 
shoots with her until the question was settled 
conclusively.

Not for attribution, of course, but it would make the 
Thursday issue. And even a blind item in Variety would 
put up a huge red flag to any bank that was thinking 
about lending money for her production company.

Banked? She had it right all along. _Tanked_ was the 
prospect for Chrissy Sweet! A star at nine, a has-been 
before she was ten. She and her mom would be doing 
two-fer tricks in Vegas by the end of the year, while 
PTHC made entertainment history.

I'm not a vindictive guy, but it seemed like poetic 
justice to me. There really is a broken heart for 
every light on Broadway, and Chrissy Sweet was about to 
learn just how true that old showbiz saying can be.

Chrissy could have had it all. But she wanted it all, 
and she wanted it too fast. She tossed the dice, and 
she rolled snake eyes. I'd miss her, but I'd have 
missed my self-respect a lot more if I'd given in.

She should have been nicer to the people she met, going 
up the ladder, because she would be meeting them all 
again on her way back down.

Leonard Cohen used to say, "Everybody knows the game is 
over, everybody knows the good guys lost." Well, maybe 
_just this once_ the good guys were gonna win.

I swiveled my ass, rotating my stiff dick inside Karen. 
She lifted her knees, pulled at my sides with them. 
Her little fingers stroked my shoulders, my chest. 
There were squishing sounds as I worked in and out of 
her wet pussy.

"Daddyyyy..." Madison whined. "You're not telling me 
my story!"

I groaned, thrust a few more times into Karen, and 
returned to the tale I knew by heart.

"And the magic frog told the little princess, 'There's 
only one way to save your father, the king, from the 
evil witch. You must be very brave.' 'Oh, yes,' the 
little princess replied, 'I'll do anything.' 'Very 
well,' said the magic frog, 'first you must go to the 
place at the edge of the world where the dragons live.' 
'Dragons?' the little princess whispered. 'I'm afraid 
of dragons.'"

"So am I," Madison said softly, the way she always does 
at that part of the story.

"'Dragons can only hurt you if you let them,' the magic 
frog told the princess. 'The question is really, do 
you want to save the king or not?' 'Oh, yes, I do,' the 
little princess said. 'And I'll do anything, no matter 
how much it frightens me.'"

There was a soft echo, Madison's voice repeating the 
familiar words of the legend, half a beat behind mine 
as I spoke them. She didn't really need me to tell her 
the story. She knew it by heart, too. But as I 
repeated the tale, I couldn't help thinking how much it 
reflected our own lives. Another brave little princess 
was about to save a handsome king from an evil blonde 
witch.

Now I knew exactly how this story would end -- the same 
way it always ends in a fairy tale: 

"And they all lived happily ever after." I couldn't 
have said it better myself.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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