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Chapter 3: Growth and Learning

“So now you know. I'm a slut because of my upbringing. Around my house sex is as casual as eating or sleeping. At any given moment my mom will stop what she's doing and go down on my dad for no other reason than a sudden urge to taste his cum.”

“Doesn’t that weird you out a bit?”

“Why would it? It’s all I’ve ever known. The first few times I went to visit other kids' houses and found out their families weren’t as open and free with sex, that’s what weirded me out.”

“Must have been crazy.”

“I went to this girl Mary’s house one time. Her mom came home complaining of a sore neck and I blurted out, just plain as day, little nine-year-old girl in pig tails, ‘giving too many blowjobs to Mr. Adams, huh?’ I don’t have to tell you how well that went over. Her jaw dropped, her face went white as a sheet, and after she recovered from her shock, she demanded I leave and never speak to her daughter again. I had no idea I had even done something wrong. I went home crying and told my mom all about it. Mom just about laughed until she cried. She gave me a big huge hug and then I got the speech. Not the birds and bees speech; I already knew that stuff. I got the speech about how the rest of the world has no idea about the birds and the bees and how you gotta be careful who you talk about it with.”

“That is kinda funny.”

“It is now, looking back. As I was being shoved out the door I added, as innocent as can be, honestly trying to help, ‘You should call my mom! She never gets sore neck when she gives head! She can teach you how to do it right!’ Mary’s mom was livid to say the least.”

“I can just picture it.”

“Stuck up old bitch. Mary was nice though. She asked me a hundred and one questions about what blowjobs were, how it all works, what a guy’s thing looks like and everything. I explained it all to her in all the gory, sexy detail that I could muster at nine years old: deep-throating, cum-swapping, bukake—I told her everything. I made her promise that she would never tell a soul and by the end of recess she was scarred her for life. Last I heard she’d already blown a couple dozen guys before she even got to the eighth grade. Take that, Mrs. Adams.”

And, as though to punctuate her point, she slammed her mouth down on my cock and sucked me hard and fast with a lusty growl for about fifteen seconds or so. I tensed all over and got dizzy. Then she pulled off again, and just laughed it off.

“Uptight people bug me. I wish they’d all just get with the program: Sex is normal, healthy, and fun.”

“So your parents know your, uh, sexually active, and they encourage it?”

“They encouraged it before I was sexually active. To some degree, I started fucking and sucking cock just so I would have something to talk about with mom when she asked me about it three or four times a week. From the time I first got my period she used to tease me about how ‘pretty soon, some lucky boy is gonna pop right in there and have the time of his life.’ Or else I’d come home from a date with a boy and she’d be like, ‘Suck any dick yet, baby? How’d you like it!?’ And I’d be all, mom! He’s my voice teacher, not my oral teacher!’”

“She must have been excited when you finally had a story to tell.”

“She was mad at me for doing it right in school, but yeah, she said she was proud of me and wanted to hear all the details.”

“Yeah, I heard about that… incident.”

“Who hasn’t? It was all over the school. I know I got a reputation. I don’t mind so much. But I’d rather have a reputation as a hot fuck than an uptight little cockteaser. That’s just wrong.”

“Anyway, I’m sure it’s not as bad as people say. I’m sure it’s mostly rumors.”

“I don’t care how much people talk about me behind my back, as long as the stories are true. I’ve had to correct a few facts now and then, but mostly people have been nice about it. The ones that aren’t, don’t really bug me. The ones that are mean to other girls and nice to me are the ones who piss me off.”

She stopped to go down on me for a minute or so again, and I just watched her, thinking about how wonderful she was.

“So is it true you gave your first blowjob when you were twelve?”

She giggled, with my cock still in her mouth and popped right off me.”

“Yup. I gave head to this guy named Brian Scotsland…son, or something. Skipperson? Skamperstack? Whatever. Anyway, he was fourteen, almost fifteen, and I was so proud of myself that I’d done an ‘older’ guy. I know it sounds silly, but at the time, I felt like the queen of the freakin’ universe. None of my friends had even seen a guy’s dick, and I was already blowing one. He only lasted like two minutes though, but I chalked that up to me being ‘so damn good at it’ even though it was my first time, and I barely knew what I was doing. I just tried my best to copy mom’s technique. It was actually kinda funny. I was right into it like a little porn star or something. I must have freaked him out a bit.”

“Did he know he was your first time?”

“He never asked. He came over to pick up his little sister, who was swimming at my house with me. He was kinda cute so I invited him to swim too. We wound up fooling around all day and the next thing you know, Kimmie was passed out in the deck chair, sleeping like a rock. So me and her brother sneak into the house and start messing around a bit, just kissing and stuff. Then I feel his hard-on poking out of his shorts and I just went for it. I flipped his shorts down before he could even say anything and started kissing him all over his cock. His eyes went wide like a doe in the headlights and I was like, ‘Can I lick it?’ so he just nods at me and I start licking him all over his cock, and then I was like, ‘Can I suck on it? Is that okay?’ I know. Dumb question right, but I was twelve and nervous as hell. Anyway, he nods like he’s terrified and I start sucking him off like it was my last day alive or something.”

She showed me how she did it too, right then, giving me a full demonstration, bobbing wildly, yet with a hint of naivety that made it even sexier. For a moment I experienced what it was like being the first guy ever to get head from this pretty little thing. She even added in an “Oh, Brian. Your dick is yummy!” I just sat there enjoying the re-enactment until she finally stopped, popped off my throbbing red shaft, and nodded at me as if to say, ‘Yup, that’s pretty much how it went.’

“Whoa. Lucky guy.”

“Anyway, he came in like under two minutes. I’ll never forget the very first time I felt cum spurting into my mouth. He groaned like he was dying, his dick throbbed hard all the sudden. Then fwoosh! That was it. His hot stringy load was gushing out across my tongue and I didn’t pause for a moment. I knew exactly what was happening, but actually experiencing it was something else entirely. I took it all with a girlish little cooing sound, bobbing and sucking until my mouth was full of it. Then I slowly, carefully pulled off of him and swished it around in my mouth for a minute or so, tasting it, enjoying it, all curious and shit. And then I swallowed it and went back for more. I tried to anyway. He stopped me before I could get my mouth around him again and suddenly got all weird on me. I think he realized he’d messed around with a twelve-year-old girl and got all scared, like he’d get in trouble or something. Anyway, he woke up Kimmie and they left in a big hurry. I was like, what the hell was that about? But it was my first blowjob, and I was so excited to tell my mom.”

“And she was as excited as you were no doubt.”

“Yup. And she wanted to know every dirty little detail. How I did it? What exactly I did on him? Did he come in my mouth? How did I like it? I told her how exactly I did it, what his reactions were, and that yes he did come in my mouth, and yes I swallowed it all, and yes, it was ‘kinda yummy’, and she squealed like a little girl, like we were two friends at a sleepover or something, exchanging naughty stories. Then she told me all about her first time giving head. She says she almost puked when the guy came in her mouth. Can you imagine? Anyway, she said she was so proud of me that I’d taken it properly and finished him right. Weird, huh? How was I to know that every girl in town didn’t talk with her mom like that? I was only twelve.”

“I can only imagine.”

(My dad and I had never had a talk like that. I had to learn everything I knew from his hidden stash of magazines in the attic.)

 “Anyway, once I started coming home with stories of my sexual exploits, mom started correcting me on my techniques and methods. It was so bizarre. She took out a dildo and started showing me how to really get a guy off. She was even gonna call dad in to fuck her right in front of me so she could explain every little aspect of what really sexy sex is all about, but I declined. So instead she stocked my bedroom with sex books, toys, and videos, encouraging me to read, learn, experiment, and practice, practice, practice.”

“She hopes you'll become a porn star one day?”

“I doubt it. I think she just wants to make sure I have an awesome sex life, and grow up as healthy and enthusiastic as her and dad are. So I read all the books, tried all the moves with guys, and even came up with a couple new ones.”

She giggled again. And then, seeing my erection flagging a bit, she sucked it to full hardness again, and stroked it with her hand.

“So now you know all my secrets. Why I'm a wanton little slut and proud of it. Hopefully you don't think any less of me now.”

She didn’t look me in the eye when she said that. I got the idea that beneath her dismissive bravado about sex, she was actually somewhat self-conscious. It honestly disturbed be to think that such a beautiful girl would have anything to be self-conscious about, but it’s a weird world we live in, a world where people would shun and ridicule a nine-year-old girl just for knowing what a blowjob is. My heart went all mushy and my head went dizzy. I started spouting off all kinds of silliness that I perhaps shouldn’t have, but there it was.

“Charlotte, you're still the same girl I was trying my best not to fall in love with ten minutes ago. Just because I know more about why you're that amazingly mysterious and sexy girl, doesn't mean my feelings will change. If anything I have more respect for you now, trying to fathom how you can be so fucking cool, in spite of your, uh, unusual childhood.”

“In spite of? No, dear boy: because of. If I'm cool, I learned it from my mom and dad. They're honest and direct with people. They have no reason to bullshit anyone. They don’t hide anything from people who really matter. The only reason I haven't told anyone about this so far is because they asked me not to, for my sake.”

“That makes sense.”

“They tried to enroll me in a private school when I was twelve, but when it came time to fill out their occupation on the application they wrote that they were involved in the adult entertainment industry and the application was rejected. So when I enrolled in our school they told me to keep it a secret just so the staff and students wouldn't treat me any differently.”

“Well I'm not gonna say anything to anybody.”

“I know you won’t. Somehow I just know. You’re awesome.”

“So have you ever watched your parents making one of these movies?”

“Oh, yeah! All the time. The studio is right in our basement. Lights, camera, action. It's all there. The only draw back is, hearing them all fucking down there all hours of the night, when they're behind in the production schedule. It drives me nuts. I get horny as a bitch and can’t sleep. So they got me this sound system for my bed and a special ‘Soothing Sounds’ radio station piped in to drown out the noise. It’s awesome.

“Other times they ask me to help out, like when the lighting guy is sick, or late or whatever. I've gotta stand there and work the lighting queues, or hold boom mics or whatever. All the while I'm watching people fuck each other’s brains out take after take until my fucking knees are weak with lust. Some of those guys are so fucking hot it’s scary.”

And she once again went back to sucking my cock for a moment, as though driven back into rampant lust by the very thought of these hot porno studs. And yet her eyes were on me the whole time, so maybe it was me that was making her hot. I wasn’t sure. So I asked her about it.

“Have you ever fucked one of the guys your mom does in her movies?”

“Whoa! No way! Well, not yet anyway. They're all business when they come to the studio. They've gotta save their energy, and their cum I guess, for the scenes. Besides, I'm only sixteen, and I don't think Daddy's quite that liberal. He tells me to fuck all the teenage boys I want, just don't get knocked up and don't get any diseases. But most of all, 'stay away from the porn stars!'”

“And so far you’ve been a good girl.”

“Angelic. Well, mostly. They travel a lot, and one time Doug Devone showed up at the door while they were at a convention up in Canada. He said he was there to pick up a rough draft of a movie my dad had set aside for him. I was in this skimpy little baby-doll nightie with my cute little ass hanging out the back (no panties of course), and he was all patting me on the butt every two minutes. He had a hard-on too. I could see it bulging out of his pants. I knew exactly how big and sexy it was from the movies he’d been in, and the very thought of it was making me extremely hot. You’ve gotta understand, this guy is enough to make a fuckin’ nun tear her clothes off and abandon all her vows. He is that fine. And there he was showing interest in me, or so it seemed anyway. So I started flirting with him. I’m so bad, I know, but I couldn’t help it. I was dying. I was alone with Doug fucking Devone, and about 90% naked too. And he was practically drooling over me! I couldn’t believe it.

“Anyway, we were sitting down on the couch there, just talking and eyeing each other. I was as nervous as a nine-year-old all over again, but he was treating me like a sexy, fully mature woman. Next thing I know he leans in and kisses me! Oh my fucking god! I almost died right there. What a kisser! Hold on, I just gotta…”

And she went down on me again, vigorously. I actually jumped a little bit when her suction hit me, sliding on and off half the length of me with almost demonic hunger. Zing! Dizzy all over again. That girl had skills. I felt like the luckiest man alive.

“So we were just sitting there kissing, and all of the sudden he slides his finger into my slit and says, 'You sure are wet and ready for such a sweet young girl, aren't you?' Man! What a charmer! I wanted to fuck him right there and then. I could have done it too I'm sure, but I decided to honor daddy's wishes. Man was it tough to say no though, when he laid me down to mount me. I managed it though, somehow. Oh my god though, you know? Holy fuck!

“We did end up kissing for like half an hour, and he was fingering me and playing with my clittie the whole time. Damn! He kept telling me how tight I was and how he would feel so good inside me. I was going insane. I had to put a stop to it. So what do I do? I decide to go down on him instead, thinking that’ll take his edge off.”

“Lucky guy.”

“It was only a couple minutes. He didn’t even come. One minute he’s got me on my back with my legs open and he’s stroking himself in his hand, getting ready to put it in me, and I was like, ‘Oh god, this has to stop before we wind up fucking here.’ So next thing you know I'm on my knees, licking his balls, deep-throating his cock the way I'd seen mom do him, and he was all babbling like an idiot, telling me I was the best he ever had. As if, right? And then daddy phones to ask if he had picked up the tape yet. I felt so guilty that I sent the poor bastard away without finishing him off. Damn! He almost had me. While I was blowing him I was thinking to myself, ‘Fuck it! I’m just gonna let him do me! Oh my god!’ And then the phone rang and snapped me back into reality. If he only knew how close he came to splitting me wide open with that big fat thing.”

She concluded the story with a happy reflective little sigh, and I wondered for a moment if she had more than just a schoolgirl crush on this Devone guy.

“So did your dad ever find out about what happened?”

“I'm sure he had his suspicions, the way Doug was suddenly so friendly to me all the time after that, but nothing really serious ever happened between us. He did get me alone again a few weeks later, and right away he had two fingers in my tight little pussy. He was stirring me up like a butter churn and talking so sexy into my ear; my knees felt like Jello. I told him I couldn't do it with him, it wasn't right, but he kept right on fingering me. He actually made me come within forty-five seconds. Then he asked me if I wouldn't change my mind and give him a try. I said no. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I almost fainted when he took his cock out and started rubbing it across my ass. I mean, all I had to do was bend over a little, and he could have lifted my skirt, tugged my panties aside and slid that mighty cock of his up into my very wet and very willing teenage pussy. Age of legal fucking consent be damned!”

“Amen, sister!”

“I did bend over a bit for him, and he did tug my skirt up and pull my panty crotch aside, but he simply stroked his cock up and down in my oozing little slit, telling me he was gonna put it in me, and how it would feel so fucking nice.”

“So did he do it?”

“I wish, fuck! Daddy was right downstairs though, and the sound of his voice was too much for me to give in, no matter how tempting Dougie was. I pushed his cock away and simply told him my daddy did not approve of me fucking his stars. It was right then that he gave it a little shove and I felt the big fat head of it pop right inside me. Damn! I was shaking like a bitch and just about falling down. His cock was actually inside me! But I was too freaked out to continue. I gave him a really tight squeeze and he popped right out again. ‘Can’t do it, Dougie. I want to, so badly, but I can’t. Ask me again in two years, okay?’ He sighed, put it away, and kissed me one last time on the forehead. Then he walked out. I guess he has as much respect for my dad as I do. He hasn't tried anything on me since. I slumped into the nearest chair and masturbated until my toes were ripping fibers from the shag carpet. He's one of my favorite fantasies now, when I'm wankin’ it. I get wet just thinking about it.”

“You really like him, don't you?” I said, suppressing an odd twinge of jealousy.

“I don't know. He's more of a school-girl infatuation, you know? Some girls like boy-bands, but me, I sit around day-dreaming about porn stars. Go figure.” Then she gave her head a shake and looked into my eyes again. She’d been staring off into space for a moment. “But enough about me. Let’s fuck about you.”

“Did you say talk, or fuck?” I asked.

“Which would you rather do, sweetie?”

I nodded down at my cock, smiling shyly.

“I thought so. Enough blather out of me. I want some cum.”

Then she was licking me all over again, kissing and tonguing my cock and balls like they were the most precious thing on earth. She moaned happily, like a little girl eating ice cream, and shivered with delight every once in a while. Her soft slippery hands slid up and down my shaft as well. She tickled me everywhere with her fingertips; she squeezed me just right, she even took my dick and shook it hard, not hard enough to hurt me or anything, but just enough to make me feel massive and powerful and swollen for her. Then she jerked me up and down with her hand getting me ready for…

Her mouth! Ah, god! Her mouth descended on me at long last and my whole body jerked upward beneath her attention. Whoa! She began slowly bobbing up and down on my cock and I held her head in trembling hands, adoring the feeling of her long blond hair sliding against my thigh as she moved. I watched my cock disappearing into her mouth over and over again, and I watched her eyes shine with a confident twinkle whenever they flicked up to stare into mine. I felt the vibrations of each little moan she made, and I shivered at the sweet tickle of her tongue when it whipped back and forth across the underside of my cock. I heard the cute little sucking and slurping sounds she made as she worked all these wonderful pleasures into me and all I could do was sit dumbly with one hand behind me on the mattress, and the other on top of her beautiful little head. I sat there wondering if this was really real, and what I had done to deserve so much pleasure in one intense little moment. Even her perfume was intoxicating.

“I guess there's not even a point in me telling you how fucking amazingly good you're making me feel right now.” I was frustrated at my inability to formulate some eloquent doxology of praise, worthy of her all-encompassing beauty in that moment.

She paused her gorgeous fellatio to respond, giving me a moment to fight off an unwanted orgasm. I wanted this to last all damn night.

“I may have been told how good I am by a few different guys, but I've never heard it from you, and it's your cock I'm sucking right now. I wanna please you. I wanna pleasure this cock right here, and I wanna do it right now. If you’re lovin’ it, say so all you want. It’s music to my ears.”

Then of course, she returned to sucking my cock. My head was going gooey with all sorts of weird emotions and I was becoming a little frightened at the intensity of it. So I stopped her with another question.

“So how much of your knowledge comes from books, as opposed to watching your mom and dad's movies?”

She pulled off me and wiped some drool from her chin with the back of her hand. A clear sticky string of pre-come stretched between her bottom lip and the eye of my dick. She wound it around her finger and slurped it into her mouth.

“Is there a reason why you keep interrupting me with silly questions? Charlotte wants cum! Why are you making me wait!?”

She licked me a bit more while I replied, sighing happily, delighted by my dick.

“I just want this experience to last all night, that's all. I’m asking silly questions because I’m enjoying every minute of this, and I never want it to end. Plus, I love hearing you talk about sex. It’s so hot.”

She was evidently pleased with my response. She smiled up at me and gave my cock an excited little smooch, as though rewarding me for making her feel awesome inside.

“If you must know, I learn the most from actual experiences. I've been with exactly 22 different guys in some way or another (23 counting you), and each time I find myself getting better and better, more intense, more accurate, more deadly. I learned everything I know technically from watching mom and the other gals doing guys in the scenes, and listening to dad's directing them. I've read stacks of books on fucking and sucking, but nothing beats an enthusiastic and energetic partner for real sex education.”

“So what's the most important lesson you've learned in all your experience so far? I mean, you’re killing me here you’re so sexy. What’s the one rule-of-thumb that sums it all up for you?”

She thought about it for a moment, stroking my cock and looking like she really had to concentrate to come up with an answer; with such a beautiful cock in front of her, why was she answering questions about sex when she could be actually doing it?

“I think maybe the main secret to a woman's sexiness has very little to do with her. It's all about the guy’s ego. They wanna see you worshipping their cock, putting on a sexy performance. Show them that you love their cocks and you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

She stooped down at that and pulled my cock into her suction once again, releasing an enraptured moan as if she had just savored the choicest of delicacies. My brain went immediately gooey once again and I threw my head back in ecstasy. She was deliberately exaggerating every motion she made though, just to prove the point. And it was working. Her tongue swirled and her mouth bobbed. I would have come right then, if she hadn’t stopped with a wet smack of her lips to return to her story.

“It’s not just about how you're making the guy feel. You gotta show him how good you feel about doing him, give him the hot visuals and talk sexy about it. Give his ego a blowjob and he’ll die for you.”

“Talk sexy? For example?”

“Yeah. Sexy. Like me telling you that the texture of your cock is just absolutely to die for. The skin is as soft as a baby's on the outside, but inside it's as hard as oak. That's damn fine. It feels so good in my mouth I just wanna do nothing but suck on it all damn day. I fucking love this cock!”

I have to admit, her words made me shudder with lust.

“I really mean that too. I’m not just saying it. I don't bullshit a guy when I'm doing him. Guys can tell when you're full of it.”

“I bet they don't really care, though.”

“Oh they care, deep inside. And that's where it matters. Like I said, it's all about the guy’s ego. If you conquer his ego, you’ve conquered all of him. If you bullshit him, it kills the thrill in the end. It's just an orgasm after that, and you're no more sexy than any other lame-ass skank with a pussy, a tongue, two lips, and nice tits and ass.”

“So it's also about the female ego as well, isn't it? I mean, I get the idea you take pride in being awesome at what you do, being the best the guy’s ever had and ever will have.”

“You're very observant for a guy who’s about to get his brains sucked right out of his dick.”

“Well, it’s fairly obvious you like having- Ahhh! Son-of-a-bitch!”

Suddenly I was engulfed in her worshipping little mouth once again, and she seemed to be intent on draining the very life from me, like some sort of starving sexual vampire. Boom! Boom! Boom! Up and down, on and off, sucking hard and fast until I literally cried out loud, almost begging for mercy. Just when I thought she would take it easy on me though, I felt myself sliding down her throat until all nine inches of me was gone. Her lips pressed into the base of my cock and she bobbed like that for a few moments before pulling off again to slather the end of my cock with her drool. She flashed me a look with her eyes that made my heart flip over and all I could do was stare like an idiot. She moaned like a minx in heat too, and toyed playfully with my balls while she worked, adding that extra sweetness to the overall pleasure of it. She looked as gorgeous as any porn star. I could not believe she was only sixteen. I was near coming again, and I had to stop her, so I asked her the first thing that popped into my delirious little mind.

“You ever been in a—ah! fuck!—porno  movie, Charlotte?”

She bobbed greedily on my cock a couple more times, and then broke away to answer.

“Not allowed. Not ‘til I'm eighteen. Dad’s very insistent about that. Even then he says he’s never gonna use me in any of his movies. He doesn’t want the whole world lusting after his little girl.”

“But it’s okay if they lust after his wife?”

“He hasn’t raised his wife from the time she was a wriggling little baby in a little blue hospital blankie. I guess there’s a big difference there somewhere. He sees me as his little princess and he gets very cold when he hears about some idiot treating me like trash. So yeah, no pornos for daddy’s little princess, at least not one of his productions.”

“I don't mean professionally, I mean just for fun. Just for your own enjoyment. You've never brought a guy home and filmed yourself fucking him with the cameras and stuff?”

“Actually I never thought about that. I should do that some time, just to see myself in a porn scene. That would be awesome!”

“It would be.”

“I'm getting wet all of the sudden, just thinking about it. I'd love to see myself getting fucked really hard on screen. That would blow my fucking mind!”

“Mine too. I'd pay good money to see that.”

She chuckled at that. “I'd never do it for money, silly. I just love sex—fucking, and sucking cock, and getting my face creamed like a dirty little slut.”

Normally a line like that would have sounded trashy, but coming from her it was oozing with sexiness. I think it was the look in her eyes as she said it; I think it was the fact that she really meant it. She wasn’t just saying it to get a reaction.

“Money or no money, I'd love to see you gettin’ it real good on camera. You did say your mom and dad travel a lot, right? And they got a whole studio set up in their basement. You should go for it.”

“That's right! And I know how to work all that shit too. Dad showed me how all the editing equipment works, and the lighting and sound. That would be awesome! So much fun!”

Then she said something that changed my life forever. She was sliding her hand up and down my twitching shaft when she said it. I still remember the look in her eye, as clear as day:

“Maybe we could… well, um… Would you wanna do a scene with me?”

I was speechless for a moment, but then the sight of her full red lips inches away from my cock, and the look of excited desire in her eyes convinced me. At the very least I would have a souvenir of our fucking to remember her by forever.

“Sure,” I said.

“It'll just be a secret though, okay? We can't show it to anyone.”

“Of course. Yeah. We'll definitely have to keep it between us.”

“Well actually we can't. Shit. We need at least two other people.”

“Two? What for? Aren't we just basically fucking in front of a camera?”

“No, silly. There's a lot more to it than that. I'm talking professional quality. Not that amateur shit some people come out with. We need a director and a cameraman, at least.”

“A director? We’re just doin’ it, right? Lights, camera, action?”

“A director does more than just tell the actors when to start. There’s lots more to it, especially if you want it to be something sexy.”

I honestly had no idea. It made sense though, when she mentioned that. Actors didn’t just automatically know exactly how to deliver the perfect performance for every single scene, even in porn.

“How about Steve Henridge? He's in the AV club. He'd love to get in on something like this.”

“Can you trust him?”

“Trust him?”

“Not to blab, silly.”

“Oh, right. Well sure I can trust him. He’s a good kid, kinda shy and quiet. I don’t’ even think he has any friends. But maybe you can help me convince him in your own way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Steve's a virgin. If you dole out a few, um, favors for him here and there, he'll be as obedient as a little lost puppy dog, begging for his next treat.”

“I couldn't do that! Teasing a guy is just mean. It's all or nothing with me.”

“It may be mean, but it'll keep him on his best behavior, at least for a while.”

“You got a point there. We can't have him running around giving copies to everyone in town, or even telling anyone about it. I'll do it I guess. I'm worried about my reputation though. If people find out I actually cock-teased a guy, I'd be mortally embarrassed.”

“That's hilarious. You realize that, don't you? The irony of what you just said?”

“I’m not sure what irony is, but it's true. I don't want people thinking I'm some sort of manipulative little cock-teaser. That's just wrong.”

“I know what you're saying, but if we're gonna do this, we have to keep it quiet, and with a guy like Steve I think a good sexual brainwashing is our best option. I mean you don’t have to go all the way with him or anything, but just get him jumping through the hoops, you know?”

“I guess so. Is he seeing anyone? I can’t do anything with him if he’s taken.”

“I don’t even think Steve’s even talked to a girl before, never mind dating one. He’ll be in awe just to have a conversation with you.”

“Yeah. He is kinda weird. It's too bad he can't be cooler. Everyone should be smart and sexy like you.”

There it was, another ego-inflating compliment from this gorgeous young thing. And she meant it too. There was no lie in her eyes. Of course, I was extremely biased at that point. She went down on me again and suddenly I was watching that gorgeous young thing bobbing on my cock once again, showing me just how smart and sexy she thought I was. She worshipped me with her mouth for a few minutes and then popped off again, looking up at the ceiling as though she’d just thought of something more important than pleasuring my beautiful manhood.

 “Who's gonna be our director, though? I would do it, but it doesn't really work when you're in the scene.”

“How about Sheila Unger? I heard her saying she’s secretly into porn at one point. She was a little drunk at the time, but I'm sure she was telling the truth. She's in drama class too, so she probably knows a thing or two about how to direct.”

“You think she’d really be interested?”

“She's a good friend of mine. We’ve known each other for years. She's not interested in me romantically though. I think she would do it just to chalk up a new adventure. She’s cool that way.”

“Ask her then. And if she resists, perhaps you’ll have to do a bit of pussy-teasing manipulation of your own.”

“I’m pretty sure it won’t take much convincing. She’s a sexy little minx in her own way.”

“You ever done her?”

“We almost did once. But she was too afraid of my size, thought I would rip her in half or something. We were both kind drunk at the time. Nothing much has happened since. We joke around about it all the time though.”

“I bet she's changed her mind since then. I bet she's dying to stretch out her tight little pussy on this beautiful shaft of yours.”

“You think so?”

“I will be, now that I’ve seen it. Yummy…” (and she went down on me again—slurp, slurp, bob, bob, bob—Oh  my fucking god, I adored this girl! That tongue of hers was freakin’ magic.)

“Sheila does act kinda funny around me when the topic gets around to sex. She suddenly goes all giddy and silly. She's normally so cool.”

“She wants to fuck you. I’d bet money on it. I don’t even know her, but I’d be very surprised if she said no to you the next time you made a move on her. Sure she’ll still be scared of it at first, and it might rip her up a bit, but I bet she’s thinking it would all be worth it, just because it’s you.”

Charlotte was right too.

“I don’t know. Sheila’s a pretty stubborn girl.”

“Trust me, every time you two talk about sex, you can be sure she's thinking about conquering this delicious little member of yours. Shit, I'd bet good money she wanks about you at least twice a week.”

“You think?”

“I know slut, baby. I am one. The only trouble might come about if she has emotional feelings for you deep down inside and is bothered watching you having sex with, um, me.”

“I don't know about that. She's always encouraging me to get out there and fuck a lot of different girls. She says at least one of us should have an active sex life.”

“She could be just saying that. You think she would really admit she’s crushin’ on you, and tell you not to go near other chicks?”

“She would at least joke about it anyway, if I know her. She hasn’t yet.”

“So things should be just fine.”

“Should be.”

“Man this is gonna be fun!”

“It’s sex. How boring could it possibly be?”

 “I have to warn you, making porn is not as sexy as it looks on screen. There's a lot of technical shit involved that make it hardly even sexual in the process of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, there's all this stopping and starting and waiting, and moving around to better angles and shit. It gets pretty awkward. I've seen the most hardcore studs lose their hard-ons in the whole technical production of it.”

“I'm sure the final product is worth it in the end.”

“It always is. But it's crazy getting there. That's why porn stars get big bucks for doing something that any normal guy would pay for a chance to do.”

“Amazing! I never thought about that.”

“I grew up with it. I know how it all works from the inside.”

“So much experience for such a young girl.”

“The only thing I haven’t experienced is you! And you keep distracting me with all these questions!”

“Okay. No more silly questions. I promise.”

“You’re gonna fuck me now?”

Her face went all cute and pouty like a little girl begging for a treat. I nodded, kissing her once again and then simply staring into her eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Charlotte. This is gonna be the hottest movie ever.”

“No more talking!”

She shook her finger at me in rebuke and reached down to pull her top off over her head. Her tits were bolstered upward toward my hungry gaze by her silky little black bra. I reached down to fondle them and she unsnapped the clasp behind her back. They dropped slightly, but not much. They were round, and firm, and magnificent - a sight any young man would have died to see. She pressed them together in her hands and played with them a bit, jiggling them and bouncing them before my eyes, and tickling the nipples into erection with a few flickers from the ends of her soft silky hair; she shivered as goose bumps formed on her flesh.

“Any more silly questions?” she asked me.

“No. None.”

I was mesmerized into a dull stupor. What could I possibly say?

With that conversation our lives had suddenly turned in a whole new direction. We had no idea at the time though. The only thing that mattered was her slippery wet lips slowly descending to relieve my impatient throbbing, and the look of almost drunken lust in her eyes as she glanced up into mine, promising me a waking dream, a heaven that I’d never want to depart.

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