Stars -Screen Test Part-1

CHAPTER 1

"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 2

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 3


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.

She was a natural. If you want to check that, just buy
"Pre-Teen Auditions #1: The Adventure Begins." It's
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from Karen's whole career, music video tributes by Ted
Nugent, Willie Nelson, and Celine Dion, an art gallery,
and an audio commentary track, by me, Karen, and
Quentin Tarantino, who finally admits that he's been
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 4

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."
Contd.