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Allison Kilgore's Promotional Tour

By: Charles Petersunn



This story is within the celebrity section because the characters are actual persons (i.e., porno stars). However, the various scenes include other themes, such as exhibitionism (but not much), first time, and a bit of spanking. The story primarily involves the theme of fan appreciation, if you are familiar with that genre. All of the characters are at least eighteen years old. Enjoy!

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Allison Kilgore was starring in a new series of adult films. She was excited about it. She felt it was going to be some of her best work. However, she had to admit that the industry was not like it used to be. DVD sales were down; way down.

The industry was different in another way as well. This was most definitely no longer the classic age: the days of Deep Throat, Taboo, Debbie Does Dallas, The Opening of Misty Beethoven, Pretty Peaches, Behind the Green Door, The Devil in Miss Jones, and Passages. Allison so much enjoyed those older movies, but they just didn't make them like they used to.

So many times Allison felt she was born in the wrong age. Of course, if she had been born 40 years earlier she would now be so much older than she is now with so many fewer years left to enjoy. She would not really want to be that old. But, she would at least have obtained more satisfaction from her career, as an actress.

What had gone wrong?

Many felt that it was an effect of the internet. Clearly the internet owes much to pornography. Approximately 25% of internet searches concern pornography. Approximately 12% of all sites are pornographic. Put another way, every second 28,258 internet users are viewing pornography. In that same second 372 internet users are typing adult search terms into search engines. Every 39 minutes a new pornographic video is being created in the U.S. Actually, it's probably much more than that, if one counts all of the brief amateur videos.

And that was the problem for the "mainstream" porn industry. The competition was now so fierce. Why go to a video store to rent an adult DVD when the guy can simply download hours upon hours upon hours of pornography for the same price as a few hours worth of one DVD rental. Plus, with the internet he no longer has to deal with the embarrassment of standing in line with all the "normal" people, many of whom are women, at times women with kids. A guy can get some pretty bad looks in these lines. And, even if there is nobody in line, the cashier might herself be a young lady, who gives him a funny, if not disgusting, look. How does he rent "Spanking Young Coeds" from her? And, worse yet, what if a colleague or neighbor comes in while he's purchasing "Hannah Honeypot Gets in the Backdoor!"

A man can, of course, go to the purely adult DVD stores, but so many of them are going out of business. Why shlep all the way out to that section of town when he could simply order on-line, already wearing only his underwear.

Of course, mainstream pornography is also sold through the internet, but the costs are so exorbitant to make a feature length film. There are so many production components that are required when there is an actual story and script, relative to the many, many sites that sold brief, cheap flicks, most of which were just fuck scenes. 

Some of the sites did at least provide specialty scenarios, such as college, spanking, MILF, big boobs, little titties, pissing. Really, just about anything. Well, actually, yes, most definitely anything.

And, that was the problem. Why would anyone purchase a feature length adult film with a story line, character development, and twists and turns to the plot, when he can cut to the chase and have scene after scene focus precisely on his particular predilection. Feature films are not what the common man wants when it cums to his porn.

Allison was so disappointed. It was like she had finally signed a contract with CBS to star in a new drama series and all they were broadcasting now were reality shows.

The starlets of modern porn had to be creative to promote their products, to help make them stand out, and Allison was doing just that. She was on a publicity tour, promoting her new series, "Allison's Cosplay Adventures."

Porn star publicity tours are not anything new. They have been going on for quite some time, but they have been confined largely to providing featured acts at a local gentleman's club. Allison decided to try something new.

Her first stop was Townsend, Michigan, where she would work as a saleslady for a day within Alice's Sex Shop, which sold various toys, props, costumes, and one of the largest collection of DVDs, for rent or sale. Alice even carried Japanese videos, which was rather surprising as none of the customers could understand anything that the actresses were saying and the genitals were hidden by a mosaic. Why do porn movies when you can't see anything, Allison wondered. The customers had to be duly warned before they made a rental or purchase of one of these films.

Alice even carried some VHS cassette tapes, but they were all recycled from older customers who had not yet made the switch to DVD. They were only for rental, as there was simply too few of them to spare.

Allison was ecstatic when she discovered them, as this section of the store was a gold mine of classics. Alice even had Passages, which was now hard to find even on the internet. There really should be a public auction, "garage sale" site on the internet specializing in pornography. Of course, there probably was but Allison hadn't found it. She asked Alice if she could purchase some of the VHS tapes but Alice said that it would alienate the customers who still relied on them.

Alice wanted to set up a special table for Allison, along with a stack of her videos, where she could provide autographs on ones that a customer purchased. Allison agreed to this, but she also wanted to try something else out, in the morning.

That was not a real loss as not too many people come to an adult store in the morning. It wasn't really clear why this was true, other than perhaps the obvious fact that men worked in the day and it was easier to leave work early than to arrive late. But, the morning was a good time if one wanted to avoid being recognized by other customers.

Allison's heart was racing a bit as she waited for her first customer. She really wasn't too sure about this, but she did want to at least give it a try.

She was pleased to see that the first person to enter was an older male, not real old, not elderly, but certainly middle aged. He might be familiar with at least one of her movies.

"Hello sir," she cheerfully greeted as he entered the store.

Michael Douglas looked at her kind of funny, and clearly confused. He could understand Walmart having greeters. Apparently their customers liked that. He was himself disappointed, if not annoyed, when Krogers started doing it too. Plus, it had to be a rather demeaning job. And, who is really cheered by a greeter? In any case, he really didn't understand it at an adult DVD and sex novelty store.

But, then, as his eyes took in her pretty eyes, her gay smile, and her so very large breasts that were bursting out the front of her pearl button pink cashmere sweater, his heart changed. He smiled back. Actually, this was kind of a nice idea.

He always liked it when an adult store had female clerks. He somehow felt less slimy, less perverted, when he purchased pornography from a woman, at least when she worked at an adult store. It was like the female sex was giving her approval for his interest in porn. He didn't care for it at a regular video store, but that was because she was more likely there for the selling of "normal" videos. Clearly a woman could not be disapproving if all that was being sold was adult products.

This was even better. This female sex, and a very sexy one at that, was even welcoming his arrival. What guy wouldn't appreciate that. "Hello," he replied courteously. It wasn't much of a response, but he never felt particularly comfortable or assertive with a pretty, sexy woman.

But, Allison wasn't going to let him off with just that. As he walked by she took him by the arm and asked, "Can I be of help, sir?"

"What?"

"Were you looking for anything special today?"

He instantly switched from enjoying her presence to finding her very uncomfortable, if not annoying. He hated to go to stores in which the salespersons worked on commission, who hounded him constantly until either he just walked out or bought lots and lots of stuff. And they were never honest with him. Everything apparently looked great on him, was perfect for him, was exactly what they liked as well, was the bestselling item, was a real good buy right now. There was no way he could leave the store without buying something as they had invested so much time in him. He'd feel so guilty. But, of course, it wasn't so bad as jade, silk, or pearl government stores in China. He really hated those (albeit the saleswomen were really very cute).

This could be even worse. The purchase of an adult DVD was really very personal, involving very specific tastes, perhaps even idiosyncratic tastes. One might even say fetishistic, perverted tastes. And, what if he had planned to purchase a male masturbation device? Clearly that was now entirely off the table. Well, Alice might now be losing some of her business.

Of course, that was assuming that this woman was going to follow him around the store. She wasn't going to do that, was she? "No, no, just browsing," he replied. This was his common line at stores with pushy, intrusive salespersons. Never refer to anything specific as that would only encourage further conversation.

"Well, if that's the case," Allison suggested, drawing him closer to her, pressing a breast against his arm, as they strode arm-in-arm deeper into the store, "Let me see if I can help you find just what makes you the happiest."

'Oh, this was just so weird,' he thought. It was like when he went to a strip club and he was accosted by the first girl who saw him enter, who must have been hovering by the door like a hawk waiting for a squirrel to venture in, immediately latching onto him, not taking the hint to leave him alone. He wanted to be the hawk: considering, studying, evaluating all the various strippers that were available that night, until he found the one that pleased him the most.

However, he could usually shake the girl who grabbed him by just asserting that he was waiting for "Bambie" or "Heather." The girls usually respected a customer who was a regular and had a particular girl in mind. Of course, the risk was that she would go get a Bambie or a Heather, who would turn out to be so, well, he hated to say it, skanky. Of course it took a certain kind of girl who would be willing to work at such a profession. And, maybe some guys, perhaps lots of guys, like the hard, trashy look but, that wasn't Michael's particular preference. He wanted the nice girl next door who, surprisingly enough, enjoyed giving guys lap dances. Okay, it was not a very realistic taste, but if he was going to pay for a dance he should at least be able to choose the girl.

In any case, waiting for Bambie wasn't going to work with this girl. He would just have to make a minimal purchase and then get the heck out of there.

She was at least pretty, and pleasant. She would in fact be the kind of girl from whom he would seek a lap dance. She had a natural, seemingly chaste girl-next-door prettiness. She had straight blonde hair that hung just past her shoulders, long bangs that reached her eyebrows, ruby red kissable lips, and a cheeky, always smiling face that made her seem far too nice to be working at a place like this. Her smile was just so endearing, so adorable. But, perhaps her nicest feature, along with her lean and lovely curves topped by a natural set of ripe mouth-watering breasts (38 DD, which contrasted so well with her 25 inch waist), were her lovely blue eyes.

Her eyes were sparkling with a coquettish joyful flirtation. They just seemed to twinkle with playfulness. Plus, they were not perfectly symmetrical in shape or size. It was hard to put one's finger on it but it was like one of them was always squinting just a very little bit. It wasn't at all unattractive, however. In fact, it just made her all the more charming, engaging, and truly unique.

He even liked her outfit. She wasn't dressed like a stripper (but that would make the stripping all the more appealing). Along with her pink cashmere sweater the woman was wearing a white linen Bogner's pleated Silvy skirt (embroidered with colorful flowers along winding green vines) with a scalloped hem and double ribbon tie waist. It was really very sweet and feminine. She in fact looked so girlish and innocent that he wondered if he could really buy an adult DVD from her. Still, he could feel a nipple atop a humongous breast pressing into the muscles of his arm.

Michael suddenly recognized her, or at least he felt that she most definitely resembled someone. "You know, you look just like someone I know."

"Now, sir," Allison replied, smiling sweetly, "that's a pretty old line, don't you think?"

He smiled in return. "No no no. I didn't mean it like that. I don't in fact actually know her. You just remind me of someone. I mean, like you could be her spitting image."

"Allison Kilgore?" Allison offered.

"Well, yes! You've heard this from other people."

Allison squeezed his arm against her breast, the nipple poking him deeper. "It's because I am Allison."

He stopped in his tracks and stared at her. "What? No! Really?"

Allison gaily smiled at the man's obvious surprise and confusion. "Oh, I am very real, sir. I'm at Alice's to promote my new series."

Michael smiled. Really? This was so cool. He had once attended the AVN convention in Las Vegas, hoping to meet a lot of the stars, perhaps even get some autographs. But, he had been disappointed. He did not recognize one actress in the session with fans. A lot of the girls were indeed very, very attractive, and hot, but he didn't recognize any of them, and he had seen quite a few movies.

Well, this more than made up for that bummer. This was really Allison Kilgore, standing right by him, even holding his arm, pressing into one of them her big soft squishy boobs. He glanced at them, and then shyly looked away. He always enjoyed seeing them. He wondered if he could ask her for her autograph.

"And," she added, "may I ask your name?"

"Michael, Michael Douglas."

She gave him a mock look of skeptical disbelief. "You're not a movie star too, are you?"

"No, no, I get that a lot," he chuckled. "I mean, just with the name. I was named after this TV character, not the movie star."

Allison never knew of any TV character by that name, but there was nothing to be gained by letting him know that. "Well, Michael, have you ever seen any of my movies?" Clearly he must've, given that he recognized her, but it was the obvious thing to ask him.

"Oh yes," he admitted, and then glanced around, feeling a little self-conscious about saying that so emphatically and loudly within the store. They were by now though fairly deep into the store and, in any case, only one or two other customers had yet arrived that morning. The only other person was a man behind the counter, who didn't seem to be paying any attention to them.

"Don't be shy. Tell me. Which one did you like the most?"

Michael had at times wondered if someday he might meet a real movie star, a Hollywood star, and then be asked this question. What if he couldn't recall at that moment any of her (or his) movies? He wasn't particularly good at remembering the names of movies, and he could very easily forget the characters' names. That would be so embarrassing, and perhaps for the actress as well. But, there was no such problem now.

"Well, man, I mean, well, I really liked a lot of them. Let's see, I really liked 'I Swallow.'" His face immediately flushed when he admitted to that. How often do you tell a pretty girl, one so innocent looking as Allison, that you like the movie in which she took a big load in her mouth?

Allison giggled. "I bet you did. Do you like to cum in a girl's mouth?"

Well, that was a question he was not asked very often; actually, just about as often as he had in fact done it. He didn't say anything other than a sheepish smile.

Alison asked, "Did you also like 'Creme de la Face'?"

That didn't help with his blushing. He liked that even more. He nodded, just a bit.

Allison stepped up to him, her breasts lightly touching his chest. "I can see that. Your face is so, so red."

He could now feel both nipples pressing against him. This was not going to help the redness in his face go away. Her perfume wafted across his nostrils. Funny, he had never associated a porn star with perfume before. Goodness, she smelled as sweet as she looked. He so wished he was wearing briefs. He stepped back. He didn't want her to think that he was trying to do something with her. Just because she is a porn star that doesn't mean one can just walk up to her and brush her boobs.

"Yes, well, yeah, I guess," he finally acknowledged.

She wouldn't let him get away. She stepped up to him again, pressing her soft boobs against him. "Rodney Moore has so, so much cum. Do you cum that much?"

He was feeling a little lightheaded. What a question to ask a guy, with squishy breast flesh and hard nipples pressing against his chest. He shook his head and smiled sheepishly, "No, no, sorry." Why did he apologize, he wondered. It wasn't like she was asking him to do it! "I mean, no, of course not, wish I did." Few persons cum as much as Rodney.

Allison finally stepped back. "Well, I've found that guys who cum less can shoot it a lot harder."

"Really?" He noticed how hard her nipples appeared, poking out from her feminine sweater like bullets at the end of big round nose cones.

"Sure," she acknowledged, but not really. Still, it was a nice myth.

"Nineteen!" He just remembered another scene he really liked.

She smile with appreciation at his familiarity with her films. "I was on the cover of that one."

That's right. He remembered that. "Yes, yes, you were wearing a red plaid skirt and a white brassiere, holding onto something, a book maybe, as you looked right at the camera." It wasn't a particularly sexy brassiere but it was clear that her boobs were so fucking big. One had to wonder what this college girl was doing without her blouse. She looked a bit upset or annoyed. "As soon as I saw that picture I had to see the movie." The actual scenes didn't always measure up to the pictures on the box though. He could never understand if they knew how to make a sexy picture why couldn't they be as sexy with the movie?

"Well, you are a big fan," she smiled, her eyes drifting down to his crotch.

"Sure am," Michael responded, but then saw where she was looking and wondered if he should clarify what he meant.

"Oooooooh," Allison recalled, "but that scene was so, so bad."

"It was?"

She gave him a mock expression of shock, and embarrassment. "He put his cock up my butt, for goodness sake!"

"Oh yeah, that's right." Michael looked around self-consciously.

"I'm just teasing," Allison reassured him. "I thought it was fun." She reached out and squeezed his arm. "I am glad you liked it."

"Yeah, well, I did," he quietly admitted.

"Did it make you cum?"

"Ms. Kilgore!" Michael complained. That was kind of a personal question.

"Now who are you to complain," Allison playfully scolded him, stepping back up to him and now crushing her breasts deeply against him. "You get to watch me do all sorts of things, and yet you won't even tell me one thing that you've done?"

Well, that was a pretty darned good point. It can be difficult to overtly, publicly admit that one jerked off to a dirty movie, but it did seem a bit silly to be reluctant to admit that to a porn star. It was kind of like talking to a doctor about one's personal illnesses. She was a professional. "Yes, well," he replied, still feeling a bit self-conscious, "yeah, I did."


Allison Kilgore's Promotional Tour



"I always like a movie with a happy ending, don't you?"

"Yes, I sure do," he agreed. There was no doubt in his mind that he was most definitely going to buy a number of movies today. This conversation was making his cock swell so badly. It was kind of fun being able to talk to a pretty girl about the pornography one liked, particularly when she starred in the films.

"And, you call me 'Allison.' I'm not your teacher, you know."

"Yes, ma'am, um, Allison," he replied. He sure wished she had been his teacher. He wondered if she ever played a teacher in a movie. He didn't know of one.

"Would you like me to help you pick out a good movie?"

"Sure!" Ms. Kilgore, Allison, probably knew of some pretty good ones.

"Here," she said, turning away but taking him by the hand, leading him along, "I think I know of something you would like." 

Michael willingly followed a bit behind, enjoying the sight of Allison's swaying bottom beneath her thin summer skirt. He was reminded of when he was led by the hand by a stripper to a VIP room. It was always a nice stroll, so expectant, the hopes so high, not knowing what precisely was going to happen, but knowing that it would probably be real, real, real nice. He would usually be sporting a pretty darned hard stiffy on the way, not even minding if someone happened to notice it, but that was unlikely. The place was typically so, so dark.

This store was not the least bit dark. On the contrary, it was pretty brightly lit, but it was also equally empty. There was nobody anywhere near to see his erection, with the exception of Allison, and somehow he wasn't terribly worried about that. Strippers were very happy to discover his erection. It was a clear and concrete demonstration of how much he was enjoying their dance, and it likely meant a good tip.

Allison led him down one aisle, turned left, crossed two other aisles, and then turned right down another aisle.

"Here we are," she exclaimed, turned back to face him, and proudly directed his attention to a collection of her movies.

Michael smiled. It was a pretty big display. Alice had probably ordered quite a bit of Allison's movies for her visit to the store. In any case, he hadn't ever fully appreciated how many different movies she had done

She pulled one of the DVDs off the shelf. "Have you seen this one?" She held it by her face with a big grin. It was titled "Upskirt Diaries."

No, he had not seen it, and he instantly knew he wanted to. The cover picture was of Allison, shot from the perspective as if the viewer was down at her feet, looking up at her. She was leaning a bit forward to look down at "him," a little flirtatious smile on her face, knowing that he was looking up her skirt, and both of them clearly enjoying it.

She was just so damn sexy! Her hair was tied in pigtails that were hanging down past her face. She was wearing big round black-framed glasses, through which her funny quirky blue eyes just sparkled with playfulness.

Of course, what perhaps drew one's attention most were those very lovely large round boobs, so tightly encased in a white cheerleading sweater, the name "Midland," in large blue letters, stretching across her breasts. The sweater was perhaps undersized as it appeared to be attempting to crush her boobs, which was really impossible. They were just so voluminous, and they looked so especially big being seen from below, literally towering over one's eyes. She was most definitely not wearing a bra, as their natural shape was more apparent. Plus, her nipples were poking through in a manner that no cheerleading coach was likely to tolerate. His eyes quickly stole a glance at the real Allison nipple stiffness.

"Now, you should know," Allison warned, "this just has soft-core scenes. There's no sex stuff in any of it. It's just me wearing different outfits, you getting a peek up my skirts, and me doing little strip teases."

"All the way?" As soon as he asked he felt embarrassed. What if the answer was no. Would he then decline to buy it? How insulting would that be!

Allison smiled prettily. "Well, of course, silly." She squeezed his arm and pressed a breast against it as she leaned in to add, "What's the point of stripping if you don't go all the way?"

"Yeah, right," he replied, looking a little sheepish. "I think this sounds great," he added, as he took the DVD from her hand. He was being sincere. He very much enjoyed long scenes of titillating flirtation. He could always pop in another DVD for the money shot.

Allison pressed her body, her boob, her nipple, even more tightly against him, to add, "And, I talk to you the whole time, just like as if you were there."

He really liked "point-of-view" movies. It helped so much with the imagination to feel like one was really there, experiencing it first-hand. "Would you autograph it?"

"Well, yes, of course, silly. Once you purchase it then we'll strip off the plastic." She whispered into his ear, "and maybe something else."

Whoa! Did she just say that? Did she mean it the way it obviously sounded? Michael could feel his heart pounding, his cock again swelling. He hoped she wouldn't notice. Wouldn't that be disrespectful, or at least rather amateurish?

She stepped away to pull another DVD off the shelf. "Here, have you seen this one?" She handed it to him. "It's from the 'Panty World' series."

He had seen it, quite a few times. He nodded. He loved that one. His cock was so fucking hard.

"It's one of my favorites, cause I try on all sorts of different panties." In the movie Allison was doing a sleep-over with a friend who was showing Allison all of her different panties and bra sets. Allison tried on a few.

"I remember, you particularly liked the cute ones."

"Oh my goodness, you did see it, didn't you! That so sweet." She again stepped up to him, both of her boobs pressing against him.

He didn't give her more room. Somehow he felt that she wanted them to press up against him and, besides, he was most definitely enjoying it. How many times in your life will a porn star you have always really enjoyed press her boobs against you?

She asked, "What happened next?"

"Your friend's father eventually told both of you to go to bed in separate rooms, even though you were both 18, because you were making so much noise."

"We were being very bad girls," she confessed with a mischievous smile on her face.

Allison had such a cute, quirky smile. He couldn't help but smile in return. "Yes you were," he replied. It would have been even better if the father had given them both a little spanking, right on their fresh new panties, but he didn't mention that.

Allison asked, as if he was telling her some bedtime story, which in a sense he was, "And then what happened?"

"Well, he came by later in the night, I guess to console you."

"I think he did more than console me!"

It was indeed a pretty fucking hot scene. He already had it within his computer library, but he would buy another copy. He took it from her. Somehow it would now have a special sentimental value. "You'll autograph this one as well?"

"I'll autograph every one you buy."

He thought how nice it would be to have a collage of her DVD covers, each one autographed. It was unlikely to ever be worth anything but it would be pretty cool for his home. No way could it be in his office at work though. "Cool," was all though he could manage to say. He took a couple more off the shelf that had nice cover shots.

Allison stepped back, her eyes fixed on his as she bent over to reach down to grasp the hem of her skirt. "I have some very pretty panties on today. Would you like to see them?"

Michael's eyes widened in shock, and arousal. He quickly looked around. They were deep into the back of the store. There were no customers or clerks anywhere within sight. He looked back at her. He really couldn't keep his eyes away for long. "Yeah, sure," he softly whispered.

"Good," she giggled, and slowly, very slowly, with both hands, lifted her embroidered linen skirt up her lily white thighs. She paused just as she reached the apex of the journey. "Are you sure you want to see them? I'm not supposed to do anything like this."

Michael smiled. "Oh yeah, quite sure."

She smiled back and lifted her skirt all the way up so that her panties were in full view.

She was right. They were very pretty. She was wearing rose Ambrielle Mystique two-toned double-string thong panties. Very sheer, but also embroidered with white flowers that did little to hide the camel toe. "Do you like them?" Allison asked, her voice sounding shy and uncertain.

"Oh yes," he replied, his voice clear and certain.

She again smiled. "Well, I guess you do, given that big boner of yours," pointing at the evident bulge in his pants.

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry, really." He covered himself with a hand, the other holding onto the DVDs. 

"No, no, Michael," she quickly reassured him. She let go of her skirt and reached out to pull his hand away. "I don't mind. I think it's flattering." She smiled that quirky way as she lightly traced a finger around and around the tip of his bulge. "It's the nicest compliment a guy can give a girl."

Michael was reassured, relieved, and so, so fucking horny. He wondered how many DVDs he could afford. He was most definitely buying more. He reached for another one. It was "Coed Cocksuckers 12," not a particularly creative title, nor were any of the scenes well developed. But, Allison was real good in it nevertheless.

Allison, in real life, began to undo the buttons of her sweater, her eyes fixed on his.

Shock and excitement engulfed Michael's eyes. Allison was, is, going to remove her sweater?! Right there in front of him? In the store? He again glanced around. There was nobody in sight. Was she really going to do this?

Apparently she was, as she continued to undo each pearl button, working her way slowly down the entire front of her pink sweater. As she was getting to the last one little glimpses of her brassiere were being revealed, albeit all he could notice so far was that it was also rose-colored. He wondered if it would be rude for him to take out of his cock. That would, of course, be absurd, if not entirely inappropriate. Stores such as these do frown on customers taking out their erect cocks, no matter how excited they are becoming from a DVD cover, a book, a magazine.

Allison gave Michael her quirky smile and opened up her sweater.

He shook his head in disbelief and wonder. Allison's breasts were truly wondrous. They seemed to be such a clear argument against evolution, for clearly all men would prefer breasts such as these. Why aren't then all women born with such majestic boobs. But, that was an academic question, best left to the scientists to decide. He would ponder them strictly for their aesthetic value, their beauty, their gorgeous lusciousness.

He must also, however, give due credit to the invention of the brassiere, as Allison's natural beauty was being so well enhanced by the feminine finery. The rose cotton fully enveloped each bountiful bubbie, providing them with a perfect roundness, and one that was so gaily colorful and girlish, festooned with little green vines upon which bloomed what seemed like a hundred violets.

And, of course, perhaps most pleasing about the brassiere is that there were two little holes, through which two nipples were proudly standing out so tall and firm against the rose cotton that surrounded them. Now he understood why her nips had been so clearly poking out her sweater so much. He bit his lower lip as his cock twitched in his boxers.

"Would you like to see them without the brassiere?"

He nodded, feeling rather speechless, his heart racing.

His eyes finally noticed her tattoo. Allison had a rather unique tattoo: a thin crescent moon surrounding almost her entire navel. He always wondered about that. What did it mean? Why did she do it?

She smiled and took hold of the front clasp, at first pulling the cups tighter around her boobs and then springing them free, releasing them from their forced confinement.

They popped out so gaily, so cheerfully, bobbling mightily and then settling back down.

Michael suspected that, as Allison suggested, the store owner, Alice, would not appreciate Ms. Kilgore's undressing, but perhaps some wiggle room would be given to artistic license. She is, after all, a visiting actress, and they most definitely wiggled a great deal.

Without the brassiere they did lose some of that perfect round shape, falling a bit, taking on a bit more of a bulbous, egg shape, but it was also a more natural and equally appealing shape. They were just so impressive, so full, so large, so succulent. These were true fleshy milk bags, and he meant that in a very respectful and loving way. Michael so much preferred large natural breasts, and there were probably few that were better than Allison's.

Allison gave them a little wiggle, causing deep waves to ripple across each one. She clutched them still, and squeezed them, the shape distorting like water balloons, and then lifted one up to slip the pointy nipple between her lips, giving it a suck, then a nibble. She then released that one, shiny now with moisture, and shifted to the other, making sure that it did not feel neglected. When she was done with that one she let it go with a final lick, and then held them both up with her hands for Michael to admire, presenting them to him like they were a prized desert for his own special enjoyment.

"They're so fucking fantastic," he acknowledged.

She asked him, like she was offering precious baby twins, "Would you like to hold them?"

"Oh yes," he gasped, his mouth suddenly feeling dry, desperately yearning for something to suck on. He set his DVD purchases on a shelf and quickly reached out, clutching and clenching each one tightly in his hands.

It wasn't a romantic embrace, but that wasn't what Allison had been expecting, or wanting. Michael's touch was more like how an adolescent would first grasp a woman's boobs, the hands so desperate, so hungry, so famished for the feel of soft breast flesh, and she so much enjoyed a boy with a big appetite.

"Oh Michael," she gasped, "I so love a man's hands on my breasts."

"They're so fucking fantastic," he repeated, as if any words were really necessary. He let them rest within the palms of his hands. He was struck by how heavy they were. He wondered what it would be like to have such hefty jugs hanging from one's chest. He bounced them a bit, smiling at how they would ripple and jiggle.

"And," Allison continued, reaching for a box set of DVDs, "here is my newest series, 'Allison's Cosplay Adventures.'"

Well, here is where the fish is reeled in, Michael thought, and he was indeed well hooked by Allison's big soft boobs. How does one turn down a purchase when the saleslady is letting you play with her boobs?

He didn't remove his hands from her breasts. They much preferred to hold onto a couple bulbous boobs than a DVD collection. He did in fact though like cosplay, and he couldn't think of a better actress for such a series. "It does look pretty good," he admitted, his eyes alternating between the fantasy and the reality.

"See? Each one concerns a different costume." She held the cover up just above her breasts so that he could study the picture and play with hers at the same time. "In the first one I play a coed at a small private college, Templeton, where I get into all sorts of trouble with this professor, Mr. Peters."

Michael was imagining what kind of trouble that might be, as Allison looked so cute in her Templeton uniform, those monstrous soft breasts, now clutched within his hands, thrusting out her white blouse.

"It's directed by Joanna Williams. William Dance did the screenplay. I really like his work. And, in the next one," Allison continued, as the man clutched, fondled, and groped her boobs, "I'm a secretary at an advertising agency." She showed him the cover, on which she was wearing a 1960's dress. "I help make a lot of big sales." 

Yes, he could imagine that she could, as she was providing a pretty good sales pitch right now.

"I play with the customers' erections as I show them around." She put the series back on the shelf and reached for the belt of his pants. "I think I need to play with you too."

"What?" Michael paused in his groping to, once again, look around, albeit he still didn't let go. Once breasts like these were within his grip he was not about to lose them. Nor did he try to fight Allison's effort to get his pants open. The feel of a girl's fingers working on one's pants was pretty darned sweet. It was only a matter of time before the little wriggling squirming feminine feelers would be crawling all over his stiff snake, and Michael so much looked forward to that.

His dick did indeed pop out like a hungry snake, and Allison quickly took control of it.

"Allison!" Michael suddenly realized that even though there was nobody in eyesight, all locations of the store are likely within sight of a camera. Quite a few persons might prefer to steal porn than to have to purchase it. "What about the cameras!"

"I don't mind being on camera," she replied. "I kind of like being filmed."

Well, that was apparent, but Michael wasn't so sure he wanted to be a co-star. "This isn't going to be on some, like, gonzo website or something, is it?"

"Now, Mikey, don't you worry. We can't distribute it without your signature."

Was that reassuring? Michael didn't know. All that was evident to him was that Allison clearly knew what to do with her fingers, a fact which should, of course, be fully expected. Her fingers alternated between squeezing and stroking his thick, hard shaft, dancing and playing with his tender balls, and tickling and caressing his sensitive knob. There was very little that she apparently didn't know, nor didn't do. She would at times just lightly scratch along the shaft with the tips of her fingernails, or slide her fingertips around and around the knob, or gently squeeze his balls with one hand while working her fist up and down the shaft with the other. Michael squirmed and moaned, entirely at her mercy, as any normal man would when she is so deftly working his cock.

"You know, they make an artificial vagina of me."

"What?" He was too far gone to really process what she was saying.

Allison giggled. She momentarily slowed her masturbation, simply fondling and caressing the shaft, as she explained, "My cunt. They made an artificial version that you can plunge and pump this big hard penis in and out of..." She resumed stroking him as she added, "while you're watching my real one get fucked."

He hadn't planned on buying an artificial cunt. Frankly, he had never used one before, although he had always been a little curious.

She wrapped her fist and fingers tightly around his dick and then slid them up and down, and around and around, covering both the shaft and the knob. It was like she was desperately trying to put out a fire, smothering his cock with her fingers, yet all the time only fanning the flames more furiously. "I guarantee it feels so, so, good. It's just so soft...and tight...and slippery."

Could it be any better than these fingers? He sorely doubted it. He thrust his pelvis out, encouraging her to continue. It did sound, and feel, so good.

She gripped the shaft with both hands and slowly pumped her fists up and down. "Sometimes guys say it's even better than the real thing, cause it's just so intense, every single nerve of your stiff, swollen, hard cock is so tightly squeezed and rubbed by such soft squishy flesh."

He returned her pumping with his own thrusting, fucking her tightly clenching fingers with his swollen yearning cock. "I don't know," he gasped, although clearly on the edge of losing any possible self-control, in more ways than one. It seemed like such an embarrassing purchase. "I'd feel kind of funny," he confessed in a gasping breath.




Allison Kilgore's Promotional Tour



She understood. She held onto the shaft with only one hand, using the other to massage just the tip of his shiny swollen knob with the palm of the other. "I'll wrap it up and check you out myself."

She was checking him out pretty fucking good right now. His resistance was gone. "Yes, okay, okay," he sighed. It was such intensely pleasurable torture. He didn't really want it to end but the ending would be so sweet.

"You're such a dear." She squatted down, right in front of him, and looked up at him with those adorably quirky eyes as she continue to stroke him. "But, you know," she said, biting her lower lip, "it is a little embarrassing to know that you're going to fuck my cunt while looking at some dirty movie."

He so wished she would finish him off. He had to cum so bad.

She flipped out her tongue and began to flick the tip of his cock as she tickled his balls with one hand and stroked the shaft with the other.

He would now most definitely cum.

She stopped to add, "And, you'll purchase the whole cosplay series?" She reached out to get the set off the shelf and hand it to him, while aiming his throbbing dick at her boobs. That took some dexterity, but she was a professional.

"Oh yes," Michael gushed, in more ways than one, releasing a flood of gushes from his dick onto those fleshy hanging orbs. "All of it," he gasped.

"Wonderful," Allison exclaimed, continuing to pump his cock as it squirted and spurted its load onto her breasts wriggling with excitement at the sight and feel of the man releasing his wet, hot stuff. "It's all so hot , I promise."

He imagined it was. He wondered in fact if he could purchase the security tape as well. It would be nice to jerk off tonight to the sight of him being jerked off onto Allison's gelatinously jiggling jugs. They were just so fucking hot, particularly when being doused and drenched with his own cum. He clutched her new series to his chest as the last remaining globs squirted from his dick, his half-closed eyes admiring the terrible mess he had made.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Later that day Allison was providing autographs at a booth. She preferred, understandably, that the autographs be provided on an Allison Kilgore item, especially her new boxed set, but she willingly autographed anything else.

Some persons had her autograph a souvenir picture, others didn't even provide that, asking her to autograph a slip of paper. One had to wonder what they would do with it; probably just throw it away in a few weeks, if not sooner.

Many persons though did purchase a DVD. That was probably helped by the fact that with each DVD purchased the customer's name was entered into a contest. They just had to fill out a little ticket with their full name, postal address, and email address, and sign a statement that they were at least eighteen years old.

One young man even bought the full boxed set, along with an additional item.

She had noticed him lurking around her booth, off to the side, apparently a little shy about asking for her autograph. He had been apparently waiting for there to be sufficient privacy. She understood when he finally mustered the courage. He had purchased one of her sex toys: the hand-held cyberskin Allison Kilgore artificial vagina.

She gave him that cute, quirky smile and said, "Oooooh, you bought my tight little cunnie. How sweet!"

"Oh, yeah," Robert responded, his voice much quieter than hers, hoping that she would follow suit. He glanced around to see if anybody noticed, his eyes though eventually came back to the nipples poking out so far through her pink sweater. He quickly looked away again, realizing that she probably noticed him staring at them.

"I'm sure you'll like it. You know, it really is a perfect match." She pretended to whisper to him, "They actually made a mold. It felt really funny when they were doing it."

His face grew red. It was a little awkward, to say the least, to be holding a facsimile of a girl's cunt right in front of her, especially when it was for the purpose of masturbating with it. His dick though swelled at the thought of what he held in his hands, with the girl who possessed that soft, squishy cunt sitting right there. He breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume. He handed her the box that contained her pussy.

"Would you like me to autograph the box or...my pussy?"

Robert's mouth went dry, and he found it a bit difficult to articulate his answer. He had most definitely been assuming the box, but now that she mentioned it... He quickly looked around and then answered, "the, um...."

"My pussy?"

He ventured a bit of a smile, and nodded.

Allison opened up the cardboard and plastic container, and removed the soft, spongy fake cunt. "I'll put my name right along the lips." It wouldn't last long there, but probably wouldn't last too long anywhere else. It would be a nice touch, quite literally so, at least the first time.

Robert's face was getting so, so red. "Cool," he softly replied.

She did warn him, "You know, you're going to rub it right off the first time."

Could his face get any redder? "I'll buy another," he decided. An autographed pussy did deserve to be saved for posterity. Not likely to be included though in his inheritance, even if it was worth something by then.

Allison smiled, "Well, now, isn't that extra special sweet. To whom shall I make this out?"

"What? Oh, yeah." He lowered his voice. "Robert..." He quickly corrected himself, "Actually! Write, 'Robbie.'"

"Robert, a very handsome name." She wrote along one lip, "To Robbie," and then down the other, "Be gentle. Allison." She sealed it with a little lick along the inner lips. As she handed it back to him she said, "Some girls can, but I've never been able to lick my own pussy."

Robert's dick swelled so hard within his slacks.

She leaned forward, whispering, "I think it's because my boobs are too big."

Robert glanced around nervously. "Yes, of course," he quietly mumbled.

Her funny blue eyes twinkled at him. "Are you going to enter the contest?"

"Contest? Oh yeah, sure."

As he was filling out the card, putting in all the necessary information, she removed the plastic from the DVD box set and signed the cover of the first one. She wrote, "To Robbie, I hope you're using 'you know what,' while you're watching me, with XXX, Allison."

Robert's face got beet red when he saw that, and his cock got even harder thinking about the fact that it would most definitely be true. "Uh, yeah, thanks," was all he could muster. He was feeling terribly self-conscious. He never liked it when the adult novelty and DVD stores had a female saleswoman. It just made him feel all the more guilty and uncomfortable. He figured they were thinking about what a pervert he must be, that he probably didn't have a girlfriend, that he had to resort to artificial devices because he could never get a real girl to do anything with him.

"Do you know how to use it?"

"What?"

"Be sure to use lots of lubrication."

"Yeah, yeah," he quickly replied. Was she just making fun of him or did she think he was really that stupid. He felt like telling her that he had used these things many, many times before, but somehow he felt that his expertise with artificial vaginas might not be impressive in the manner that he preferred.

"If you like," she added, "I can show you how to use it. After all, it is mine, you know."

"What?" He felt a big lump in his throat. Is that something that they now offered at this store?

She asked, "Are you going to watch the movies tonight?"

"Um, well, yeah, sure." That was in fact true. He had no plans for tonight, other than some good viewing.

"Good, what time?"

He chuckled. He finally caught on. She was just having fun. "Well, I figure around eight or nine."

"Okay, then, Robbie, 'around eight or nine.'" She gave him another quirky smile and then turned her attention to the next guy in line. "And, what's your name?"

"Oh!" Robert hadn't noticed that another guy was now in line. "Yeah, okay, um, and uh, thanks!" He quickly made his exit from the booth, clutching the fake cunt in his hand, hoping the guy didn't see it. Before he left the store though, as promised, he bought a second one, for actual use.

When he was outside he paused to ponder the experience. Man, that had been strange, and so fucking cool! He opened the plastic bag and considered his purchases. He smiled as his eyes met with the autographed pussy, and then considered the DVDs. His dick swelled as he wondered how good they would be. Somehow he knew they would be pretty darned good. He wasn't that familiar with Allison Kilgore, but he had seen her in this Rodney Moore movie that was pretty darned cool. Of course, if she was actually in Townsend to promote the series it really couldn't be that good. He wondered if he had just been fucked, at least figuratively. Well, he would soon find out.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Around 8:15 Robert was settling into watching his new movies. He had also purchased a collection of Allysin Chaine's greatest hits. He was generally wary of such collections. So often they were actually among the worst scenes the actress had ever done. The good scenes would still sell the original DVD. The worst scenes were in movies that no longer sold, and so producers just packaged a collection of them, proclaiming that they were greatest hits. It was a good way to get further sells of scenes from bad movies. But, still, he really did like Allysin Chaines. He rarely disliked one of her scenes, and it was certainly possible that at least one would be real good.

He wasn't disappointed. Well, actually, the first scene was disappointing. It was lesbian. He didn't really like lesbian scenes. The second one was also disappointing. There was no context, and the screen quickly became filled with just close-ups of sex parts. Heck, these close-ups could involve virtually anyone's cunt and cock. What's the point of getting an Allysin Chaines movie and be only barely reminded of her presence in the scene. The third scene though was pretty darned good. He had seen it before but that did not diminish the pleasure. He undid his pants, pulled them down, along with his briefs, to his knees, and settled back in the couch.

Allysin was being taught how to do yoga, by a nude instructor, who eventually convinced her to take off her clothes as well. He explained that yoga is much more natural and free in the nude. Robert's dick quickly stiffened, encouraged by his fingers as well as Allysin's petite slit. He reached for the box containing the Allison Kilgore cunt.

He had an odd moment of guilt. Was it really right to be fucking Allison Kilgore's cunt while watching Allysin Chaine's movie? Their names are kind of close but he still felt like he was being unfaithful or disrespectful, or something.

He smiled as he recalled Allison's offer to come over to help him use it, stroking himself as his eyes fixed on Allysin's perky little tits. That had been pretty funny and then, for a moment, he imagined, what if that was really true? That would be so, so fucking cool! He squeezed hard on his cock.

But, of course, it was just a fantasy. It was a nice fantasy, but fantasies have a way of not being real. He just hoped that her movies were good. They better be! The box set was pretty darned expensive.

Heck, the fact was, she didn't know where he lived. How could she come over?

Oh! Of course, he had provided his address for that contest. She has his address! He glanced around his apartment. What if she did come over!? She probably makes hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. What will she think of this little dumpy apartment!

Robert was not a rich man. He was not a successful man. Of course, perhaps someday he would be, but he was not unrealistic. He was a nineteen year-old guy who was a salesman at Best Buy. He had no prospects of ever becoming rich, famous, or successful. He would never go to college. He neither had the money nor the smarts. His aspiration was to someday join the Geek Squad at Best Buy but he wasn't even optimistic about that. They preferred applicants with college training or at least be currently enrolled in a college program in computer repair or electronics.

Allison would be so disappointed with his apartment. He stopped playing with himself and looked around the living room. He could tell that other girls he had over had not been impressed. His furniture was either used or rented. His kitchenware was provided largely by his parents. He had a nice bed. If he could only get the girl into that room she was likely to be impressed by the bed. But, that had not yet happened.

Robert was not a particularly handsome guy. It wasn't like he was unattractive, but he really should lose some weight. Somehow watching television all evening, eating pizzas, chips, and hot wings wasn't a lifestyle for getting into shape.

He smiled at himself. He was clearly getting carried away. He wasn't a bad guy. He would someday meet the right girl. He had many admirable qualities. He would just have to keep trying and someday his moment would arrive.

He chuckled as well over his fears of Allison seeing his apartment. Apparently for a moment he had been thinking that it might happen. It was odd enough for her to be in Townsend, Michigan, but to actually visit fans' homes? Things like that only happened in porn movies. Thinking of which, he turned his attention back to the one on his television screen.

DING DING DING DING

Robert's heart stopped. Someone was at the door? Who would be at his door? This was an evening for masturbation. He never scheduled masturbation unless he knew that he would be alone all evening, that he would not be disturbed.

It was probably one or more of his friends, wanting him to go out. He glanced at the box containing the Allison Kilgore pussy and her DVDs on the coffee table. What would be more fun, going out for the evening with the guys or masturbating with his new pussy, the autographed one sitting on top of the television while he watched one of her movies. Frankly, it wasn't that easy of a choice. Two to three hours of sustained sexual stimulation can be lots and lots of fun, building to a pretty fucking good climax. How does that compare to driving around town arguing over where to go and what to do.

DING DING DING DING

Well, he would go out with the guys. Friendships should be more important than masturbating.

He quickly pulled up his underwear and pants, fixed his pants, and hid the fake pussy and DVDs under the couch. His friends might want to come in for a moment, use the bathroom or something, and he was not about to let them see any of this. It wasn't like they didn't have their own secrets, but that's what made them secrets.

He hurried to the door, not wanting them to wonder why it was taking him so long. He could always say though that he was in the bathroom.

He pulled opened the door, and standing there was, Allison Kilgore.

"Hi Robbie. I hope I'm not too late!"

"What?!"

Allison giggled as she brushed him aside and just walked right in.

"You haven't started without me, have you?"

Robert turned to watch her stride by, her sweet perfume trailing behind her. He looked out into the hall. There was nobody else there, no cameraman to suggest that this was some sort of weird publicity stunt or prank, no pimp bodyguard. He quickly shut and locked the door. Now he really didn't want any of his friends to show up.

He followed her into his apartment.

Allison had done some gonzo fan appreciation for a producer once, and naturally the fans had been well screened and the stars accompanied by bodyguards, as well as a film crew. Just showing up like this at the apartment of a fan was rather risky. Plus, there was no real money to be made. No movie was being made. But, she didn't have anything on her schedule, her original plans having been cancelled. So, she decided to provide Robbie with an impromptu visit. Seeing how befuddled and uncertain he was, was actually reassuring. She didn't have anything to fear. "Oh what a wonderful apartment, Robbie! Did you decorate this yourself?"

He glanced around. He never considered it to be actually decorated. But, he had pretty much selected everything, except the kitchen stuff. "Uh, well, yeah, I guess."

"Where are we going to watch it? Right here?"

As soon as one entered his apartment one was in the living room. He had a pretty big TV, so he felt, mounted on the wall beside the door. The couch was across the room, facing it. The kitchen was just off to the right, a balcony off to the left, a hallway to the right of the couch, which led to the bathroom and his bedroom.

"Yeah, um, sure, here." He was still a bit lost for words.

When Allison reached the couch she turned around to face him, a big smile on her face.

Robert finally noticed that she was wearing a trench coat, which was kind of odd. It was summer. The evening was a bit cool, but there was no chance of rain.

Allison opened up the trench coat. He understood now why she was wearing it. Beneath the coat she was wearing a school uniform: white blouse, black tie, and red plaid skirt. She wasn't wearing black flats though. She had on tennis shoes with white socks.

Allison noticed him looking at her feet. She looked down at them as well. "I couldn't get the shoes in time." She looked back at him. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"Um, no, no." It just dawned on him. "Did I win the contest?" He hadn't paid much attention to what the prize was. He had never won anything before. Well, that wasn't true. Once when he was a kid he was told that he had tied for first place in a contest. The winner would get a free trip to a summer camp, and that would now be decided by which boy sold the most subscriptions to a selection of magazines. He wrote back and said that he would be happy to take the second prize, a fishing rod. But, he never heard from the company again.

"No, no, I'm afraid not, Robert," she responded as she took her trench coat all the way off and laid it on the arm rest of the couch. She turned to face him, looking so fucking sexy in that schoolgirl outfit. "I hope you're not too sorry about that." 

"What? No! No, um, it's just that, well, I just didn't think you really meant it. When you said you would come over."

"Well of course I meant it, silly boy. Now come on, I just can't wait to get started. Where's the DVD?" She glanced around the room. She had been hoping to interrupt him right in the middle of his viewing, but apparently she had arrived too soon. "Do you keep them hidden in your bedroom?"

"Oh, um, well..." This was a bit awkward. He lowered his voice. "They're under the couch."

"Under the couch?!" She stepped away from the couch, got down on her knees, and raised her bottom way up high to look underneath the couch.

Robert's cock swelled. There she was: Allison Kilgore, a very, very pretty and sexy woman, an actual porn star, in a plaid skirt, with her bottom sticking up in the air, right in his apartment. He could see a bit of the bottom of her panties, and perhaps the most important and fetching part: her cunt mound poking out from between her lily white thighs, so nicely tightly wrapped in pink cotton. Is there anything more darling?

Allison didn't have to look long. "Oh yes, there they are and...Robbie! She pulled the DVDs out from beneath the couch. There were quite a few. "Hey, this one that's open is not mine."

"Oh yeah, yeah, I got that one too today."

She sat down on the carpeted floor and gave him a girlish pout, but then quickly smiled. "Well, I guess I can't blame you. It's not like I can expect you to be faithful when it comes to dirty movies now, can I."

He smiled sheepishly.

"And, besides, I know Allysin. She's real nice. It's too bad that she's not in town as well. She would have come over with me."




Allison Kilgore's Promotional Tour



Fuck! Now that would be a real nice fantasy. Of course, it wasn't like he was disappointed in having only Allison with him, if this was in fact still real. She really wasn't going to do what she said she was going to do, was she? Actually, she was probably going to ask him to buy more DVDs, but he really couldn't do that. He couldn't really afford all that he had bought today. He spent way too much money on porn as it is. Thank goodness his parents didn't know. He wondered if his father was like this when he was his age.

Allison piled the DVDs on the coffee table, with one exception, the first one from her new series. She held it out for Robert. "Put this one on."

He took it from her hand and walked with shaky legs over to the DVD player, his cock growing with every step, every second.

"Hey!" Allison loudly complained, reaching back under the couch. "You have my pussy under here too." She quickly pulled it out. "Well, at least it's in the box, but goodness, what is it doing under the couch? That's not a nice place to keep a girl's pussy."

He turned his face back to her as he was slipping in the DVD. "Um, well..." It was probably best to be honest. "I was, actually, just about ready, um...to get started and then the doorbell rang and well..."

"And you were embarrassed to have anyone know that you were going to play with my pussy?"

"What? No! No." Of course he was. Any normal boy would be embarrassed about that, but it also seemed a bit insulting, he guessed, maybe.

She got back up onto her feet, holding onto the box, "Robert Grady, are you embarrassed to even know me?" She gave him another pout.

He momentarily wondered how she got his last name, but then again recalled the contest. "No, no, definitely not." He couldn't tell if she was just teasing him. She probably was, but it was best to err in the direction of assuming she was not. There was no way he wanted to act unsympathetic to a girl as pretty, and sexy, as this.

She reached down for the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it up, slowly revealing her soft white thighs, all the way up to her panties, presenting them entirely for his eyes, much to the delight of his cock.

They were fantastic. Well, perhaps that was an overstatement. They were really nothing very special. Just a pair of pink cotton panties decorated with little school books scattered all over them. But, to Robert they were utterly fantastic. He had never seen anything remotely like them, at least not on a real live girl, and this one was standing in his living room, showing them off to him.

"Would you really be ashamed for me to meet your parents?"

Well, he would if she lifted her skirt up like that for them. He wondered what his parents would say if he was dating a porn star. They would probably have a difficult time accepting that. He wondered if porn stars tended to just stick to their own kind, like cops. It might in fact be hard for them to get accepted by thes.

"Um, say, do you want a drink?" He suddenly realized what a bad host he was being. You always offer a date a drink, not that he had anything to really offer her though. He was too young to drink alcohol. He did have some root beer. Not too many girls though apparently liked root beer. If he knew a girl was coming over he would be sure to have cola, 7-up, and juice.

She dropped the hem of her skirt. "No, I'm fine. Why don't you get out of those pants though while I get the movie started."

"What? Oh yeah, sure." Well, no date had said that to him before. He quickly undid his belt and clasp, and pulled the zipper down. 

Allison was working with the remote to get to the first scene. She fell back into the cushion of the couch as she got it started.

Robert got out of his slacks and tossed them onto the easy chair. He stood in his living room, pants off, briefs on.

Allison looked over at him and giggled. Speaking like a mother scolding her son before a bath, she said, "Well, Robbie, what are you going to do with your tidy whities on? Now don't be shy and get those off as well."

"Yes, ma'am," Robert replied and quickly pulled them down. He had again figured it was best to err on the side of caution. She had just said to take his pants off, not to take everything off. He felt a little silly about misunderstanding her, but imagine if she had been upset with him for taking his briefs off. That mistake would have been worse. He stood there now with a big giant boner sticking out. Well, at least it felt big to him. He knew full well though that she had seen, and felt, much, much bigger. Goodness, imagine actually dating a porn star. That could be a bit intimidating.

"My, my," Allison exclaimed at the sight of the young man's erection. "You are really happy that I came over, aren't you."

He smiled and nodded. He was indeed. Erect cocks don't lie.

"Well, you just come over here now," she said, patting a spot on the couch next to her, on her left, "and make yourself at home."

That shouldn't be hard, given that it was his home. "Yes, ma'am," he replied.

"And stop calling me, ma'am. I'm not that old." She was pretty much older than him, but she really didn't look even 30. She took good care of her body, being her primary means of income.

Robert strolled over to her, trying to act like it was completely natural to walk up to a pretty woman with an erection bobbing and waving in the air. It didn't feel natural at all, but it sure did feel awfully cool! He had a big smile on his face as he sat down next to her, careful though not to crowd her.

"No, no, no," she admonished him, "scrunch up real close."

He slid over tighter against her, sighing as he felt her warm, soft, feminine body press against his. He briefly admired how her buxom breasts thrust out her white blouse. He wondered if he would be able to see them, or perhaps even to touch them. He always had such thoughts on dates before. It was really difficult not to have them. He wondered if other guys though really did just concentrate on the person rather than her body. He did concentrate on the person, but it was always just so hard to ignore the body. Most dates ended with blue balls.

Allison turned to him and gave him that cute smile. "Isn't this all so comfy and cozy now?" She reached over with her left hand and took hold of his stiff dick.

Robert would have to agree, yes it was indeed very comfy, cozy. He really did enjoy stroking his cock. There were, of course, many other things to enjoy in life, but there had been many a day in which this was in fact the highlight of the day, as it just felt so fucking good. But, he had to admit, the hand of a girl felt even better.

"Now," she explained, "the first scene is based on this story written by some guy for this amateur porn site. William adapted it for a movie."

She didn't explain who that guy was, but Robert didn't really care.

"I play this very naughty coed, Sara Kirstin. Mr. Peters, he's the teacher, he finally gets so fed up with me that he gives me a spanking."

'Oh man,' Robert thought. He would normally pace himself while masturbating, periodically stopping to avoid an early ejaculation, saving that for a recap of the climactic moment of the best scene he had seen that evening. He wondered if he would be able to last even through the first scene tonight. It was hot enough to be actually jerked off by Allison Kilgore, but to be watching her get a spanking at the same time?

Well, at least the spanking hadn't started yet, but her stroking certainly had. He wondered if he should put his arm around her shoulder, like they were at a movie. Goodness, he realized, don't be so neurotic! He boldly lifted his right hand high up in the air and reached over her to lay it across her shoulders.

"Mmmmm," she sighed and snuggled into the crook of his shoulder, bringing now her right hand into the action. "I really like playing with a man's hard, stiff cock."

"You do?" As soon as he said it he wished he could take it back. What a stupid thing to say.

"They're just so hard, and strong, and so manly," as she caressed and admired his stiffness. "It's like you have your own big scary weapon."

Robert wondered if he should say something similarly nice about her boobs, or her cunt. But, anything he came up with sounded stupid.

She looked into his eyes. "But, of course, it's not like it's a weapon. It's just that it's so strong and powerful looking." She was actually being sincere. She did like a guy's cock, and clearly had enjoyed quite a few of them. She couldn't ever say that she actually disliked any of them, although one actor had this really, really, really big one that did actually hurt. Still, it had been fun trying to get it in, and she really liked how big the knob had felt in her mouth.

She asked, "Do you mind if I put my mouth on it?"

"What? No, no, I don't mind." That was kind of an understatement. His knob swelled red with anticipation.

"You don't have anything, you know, anything that a girl could catch."

"Oh, no, no, definitely not. I promise." He hadn't been having any such symptoms and frankly had no reason to have developed them. It's not like you can catch something from one's own hand.

Allison wondered for a bit. She knew full well that at a moment like this quite a number of guys would just lie. She did have his name and address, but what would she do with it? Sue him? Actually, technically she could, as her livelihood depended on being clean. But, she did feel that she could trust him. "I just have to see what it tastes like," and she lowered her face into his lap, onto his stiff dick.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned through the soft swollen knob within her mouth, her tongue licking and lapping, bathing it with the even softer wetness of her tongue.

"Fuck," Robert gasped. Now this was a whole new level of experience. This was perhaps even better than a fake cunt, which was itself pretty darned good. Oh man, her tongue felt so, so fucking good, so slippery and smooth.

Allison made sure she got the best part, slipping her tongue behind the knob, right where the lip slid up, right where the cock was most sensitive, flickering her tongue like a snake's, tickling and tingling every little sensitive nerve of his knob.

"Fuck that's so good," Robert gasped.

Allison smiled, not only because she enjoyed having a cock in her mouth but also because she was clearly making the young man very, very happy. Not too many people can claim that about their jobs, that they bring such joy and pleasure into peoples' lives. 

Plus she appreciated how respectful Robert was being. He wasn't trying to advance this play anywhere beyond where she was taking it herself. Some guys can become terribly pushy, grabby, and sometimes even disrespectful, if not hurtful or threatening. There were some kinds of movies that she just wouldn't do, and there was more than one time that she had to inform a fan, a client, to slow down or back off. This was clearly not going to be an issue with Robert.

Robert wondered if he could slip has hand down to take hold of her boob. It was Allison Kilgore for goodness sake! She had to understand that he would at least want to feel them, if not see them. But, a bird in the hand was most definitely worth two in the bush, and his cock in her mouth was pretty darned good by itself. He didn't want to push what had already been clearly tremendously good luck.

Allison released her mouth from his cock and sat back up to ask, still holding onto the shaft, her thumb lightly tracing along the knob, "Have you ever spanked a girl?"

Robert could feel his heart race, a sudden surge pulsating through his shaft. "Um, no," he confessed. Should he though feel embarrassed about that? He was only nineteen years old. How many girls should a guy have spanked by then? Thank goodness though she hadn't asked him about how many girls he's had sex with. Now, that would be a real, real embarrassing question.

"Would you like to spank me?" Allison rarely offered such a thing to a guy, and never to a guy she didn't know. But, they were, after all, watching a movie in which she gets spanked, and it seemed clear that he wasn't a dangerous guy.

He thought, 'Fuck yes!' But, he said, "Um, well, sure, if that's alright."

"I think it would be fun. Let's wait though for the point that Mr. Peters spanks Sara."

"Sure, okay," he sighed, actually relieved to have some time to gather himself. He most definitely wasn't going to last long if she kept this up.

He looked at the screen, realizing that he hadn't actually been paying much attention to the movie, his eyes having been half-closed, and looking down at her head in his lap, sucking him off. Some time had passed in the movie and there still wasn't any sex going on. Man, he wondered, this movie is taking a while to develop.

Allison reverted to just snuggling her head into the crook of his neck, her big boob pressing hard against his arm, her right hand softly fondling and caressing his dick.

Perhaps Allison was slowing down, but it wasn't slow enough for Robert. He wondered how long it would be before Sara got spanked. He would have to hold out at least until then. He wondered if he should ask her to stop playing with his cock. She was probably much more used to professional guys, who can control themselves for hours. Her softly tracing thumb along the top of his knob was just too intense for him. He looked down at his dick. The crown was so swollen, so shiny. He wondered if perhaps he should offer to make some popcorn.

"Oh, yes!" Allison suddenly exclaimed, releasing her hand from Robert's cock. "My goodness, my pussy! I can be such an air head at times. I hope you were at least planning on reminding me." She leaned forward on the couch to grab the box containing her pussy.

"I must admit," she explained as she worked at opening the box, "that I was at first a bit skeptical about this sort of thing. I mean, how many guys really want a masturbator that looks like a porn star's pussy? I mean, really!"

Actually, Robert kind of liked them, but he didn't divulge that little fact. He would admit, though, that it wasn't like they really felt any different from one another, once his dick was inside. Plus, he found that they all tended to deteriorate rather quickly. This was one industry that was not well regulated by the FTC.

"But," she added as she pulled the thick soft pliant pussy stroker from the box, "I did feel that they did a pretty good job." She pondered the lips on the toy for a bit. "It really does look just like mine. Here," she said, handing it to him as she got up from the couch.

She turned to face him, pulled her school book panties down to her thighs, lifted up her plaid skirt, and then stood there, before him, displaying her real cunnie lips. "Look, put them side by side and see what you think." He handed the masturbator to him.

He placed it right next to the real lips. "Wow, you're right," he said. It was actually pretty darned impressive as they did look very, very much alike.

Allison was shaved, with pretty distinctive cunt lips. They were quite fleshy and wavy. 

"See," she explained, "they got the thickness and curving of the lips just right."

Robert smiled. "They're really quite pretty." He was rather surprised at his compliment, but it was well deserved.

"Well, Robbie, how so very dear of you. Would you like to kiss them?"

He sure would! He hesitated a second, realizing how many guys she had probably been with.

"Now, don't worry. I get checked every month." She stepped even closer to him and, keeping the skirt raised with her left hand, she reached out with her right to take hold of his head and bring it to her cunt. "Oh, but wait, which one do you want? The real or the fake?"

Now, that was definitely just teasing and he answered by leaning forward and placing his lips onto hers.

"Oh my," she sighed as she felt the young man's lips make contact.

Robert felt a considerable amount of pressure. How many guys, and girls, have placed their lips there before, and of them, how many were pretty darned skilled, even professional. But, he tried to make up for his own lack of experience with due diligence and enthusiasm. He licked, lapped, slurped, and burrowed like a puppy with a new toy.

"Oh that's good, Robbie," Allison sighed, her head falling back, her eyes half closing, her panties slipping to her ankles. She was again being honest. She had some pretty skilled mouths on her cunt before, but there was nothing like youthful joy and exuberance. You couldn't learn that by experience. She let go of her skirt, allowing it to fall over the young man's head as she brought both hands outside of her skirt to his head to help press his face into her cunt. "Lick it and suck it real good now," she instructed, grinding her cunt into his face as he worked his lips and tongue into her cunt, her hole, her clit.

Robert brought his own hands up beneath her skirt to take hold of her soft squishy bottom cheeks. This was just too fucking cool! None of his friends would ever believe this. He was actually eating out Allison Kilgore, her butt was in his hands, his mouth was on her cunt. He worked so feverishly, sliding his face all around, focusing in particular on her clit, nibbling away at it, pressing his tongue hard against its hardness, releasing his right hand from her tush to bring it back around to slip a finger up into her cunt.

Allison returned the favor by stepping out of her panties to get onto the couch, in front of him, on top of him, never though releasing her cunt from his face, and then pressing forward, driving his head back against the couch, essentially now sitting, or more like squatting, on his face, humping his finger while at the same time slipping and sliding her inflamed cunt against his mouth.

So, Robert thought, is this what it would be like to be dating a porn star? They are clearly not likely to be inhibited when it came to sex. Whatever the case, he was most definitely enjoying it.

He had always wondered what it would be like to eat a girl's pussy. He certainly didn't think it would be as wantonly obscene as this. He had figured it would be more tender; not necessarily dainty or delicate, but certainly not like he was pigging out at some pie eating contest. His face was becoming smothered in her wanton salaciousness.

He slipped a second finger into Allison's cunt, twisting, turning, and flickering them around as he grinded his lips and tongue against her throbbing nub.

Allison's bountiful breasts were heaving in passion. This was not what she had expected to happen this evening. If anything, she had expected that it would be her head that would be pressed back against the couch, with his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Of course, it wasn't like she was going to raise any objections.

She let go of his head to clutch the top of the couch with her hands, using it for balance and for leverage to further facilitate her effort to smash, pummel, batter, and crush the young man's face with her steaming, seething cunt.

"Fuck, Robbie," she gasped as she suddenly felt her orgasm overwhelm her body, her cunt suddenly quivering and shivering in paroxysms of obscene spasms, juices squirting from her slit onto the young man's face, dripping down off his chin onto his shirt. She clenched his head between her thighs, gripping his face tightly against her cunt so that there was no possible escape, so that he would continue to lick and lap at her cunt as her body twitched and trembled with such pure blissful release. "Fuck that's nice, Robbie," she again gasped. "So fucking nice," she sighed.

Robert was ecstatic. What boy wouldn't be thrilled at making a porn star cum on his face. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed himself though, having some difficulty getting air, his sense of taste and smell smothered in the tangy, tart, salty nectars of her cunt. But that would also be part of the fond memory he would take from this, perhaps never to be experienced again.




Allison Kilgore's Promotional Tour



Allison stayed mounted on the young man's face for some time, a few remaining twitches at times jerking her body, an occasional blissful rush coursing through. She was also feeling a bit unsteady, uncertain.

Her thigh momentarily stuck to his cheek when she eventually dismounted. He was quite a sloppy sight. She gingerly got down off the couch to stand before him. "Goodness," her voice a bit breathless, "I made kind of a mess, didn't I."

"Yeah," he smiled through his slippery wet, red face, "But that's okay. I liked it."

"I like it when a guy cums on my face too," she acknowledged.

Robert's eyes widened. Would he be able to do that?

"Oh my!" Allison suddenly exclaimed, turning her head to look at the television. "The spanking has started!"

She turned around to face the television, bent over, and flipped her skirt up and over her back, revealing to his eyes her big round, white rump, with a very wet swollen cunt peeking out from her equally moist thighs. "Quickly, start spanking!"

He didn't need to be told twice.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Robert was giving her little spanks on her bare butt, a big smile on his face, his eyes going back and forth between her bottom being spanked on the screen by Mr. Peters and her real bottom being spanked by him.

Allison turned her head to look back at Robert. "Well, gee whiz, Robbie. Are you going to really spank me or just gave me some little loving pats. Come on, now. I was a very, very naughty girl to make such a mess on your face. Now you give Sara a real, real hard spanking."

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK

"Harder!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Yes! Yes! That's it!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Yes, Robbie, that's so good. Spank Sara so hard. She's such a bad girl!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Robert was now looking solely at Allison's real butt, as it was jiggling and gyrating around, giving him all sorts of dirty, obscene peeks at things a boy probably should not see, as well as getting redder and redder and redder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh, I was such a dirty, dirty girl. Yes, give me the spanking I deserve!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh fuck, Robbie, that's so fucking good." She reached back between her thighs to diddle herself as she got smacked.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You do that so fucking good, Robbie, keep going, keep going."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Her bottom was gyrating around so obscenely. His hand was stinging, perhaps as badly as her bottom, but it looked and felt so fucking good.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

DING DING DING DING

They both froze in place, Robert in mid-spank.

Allison put a hand on her mouth and giggled. She looked back at him with a big smile on her face. "You think that's your neighbors? Were we making too much noise?"

Robert quickly reached for the remote and clicked on the mute button. He clearly didn't know who it was, but whomever it was did probably hear something. The walls were not particularly thick and when he went down the hall he could at times hear a neighbor's television, or the sound of an argument.

DING DING DING DING

"Hey, c'mon," someone yelled from the other side of the door. "We know you're in there! Answer the door!"

It was some of his friends.

"Oh my gosh," Robert exclaimed in fright. He bolted up from the couch, looking left and right, wondering what to do first. Clearly he should get his pants on first, but he didn't want to leave the porn out as well. And, what about Allison?

Allison though was not nearly so upset. She calmly stood up and took hold of Robert firmly by his erection and strode toward the door, dragging him along behind her.

"No, wait," he whispered behind her. "What are you doing?"

She looked back at him. "Hush now. I'll take care of it. You just be quiet."

Harry called out from the hallway, "Hey, you watching porn in there or something?"

"Shut-up," Alan said. When they had arrived all three of them had heard the sound of spanking, along with a girl squealing in delight. Bob was clearly watching porn. That was without question. But, Alan saw no need to tease him about it. It was a glass house in which they all lived.

Allison opened the door, just far enough for them to see her but not to see Robert, whom she had positioned behind the door, her left hand still holding his stiff dick, keeping him in line. "Robbie is a little busy boys, and he is not watching porn."

"Oh," Harry quietly replied, feeling his big foot stuck in his mouth. This was rather awkward. He didn't know what the fuck to say.

Jack smiled broadly. 'Holy crap,' he thought, 'did Bob hire a hooker or something?' She was fucking hot! Plus she seemed rather old for him. Not like real old or anything, but certainly more of woman than Bob would be able to date.

"Sorry, um...ma'am," Alan quickly replied, pushing his way toward the front of the group. "We meant no disrespect. We were just joking." He felt like he recognized this woman but couldn't quite place her. She really had to be a hooker. Not many older women dress like a schoolgirl.

"That's okay, boys. No offense, as a matter of fact I do actually star in porn movies. I'm Allison Kilgore." She kept her left hand holding Robert's cock as she reached out with her right to shake one of their hands. She wasn't really worried about the guys pushing their way in. Robert was serving as an effective doorstop, plus she doubted they would even try.

Alan reached out to shake her hand. "I thought I recognized you! Holy shit, are you serious?! You're really her?" Now he most definitely recognized her. Her eyes were so uniquely cute.

Robert didn't know what to do. He clearly couldn't do much of anything with his pants off, an erection sticking out. If only they knew she was gripping his hard, stiff cock right on the other side of the door. But he most definitely hoped that Allison didn't invite these guys in. As a porn star she was probably quite comfortable with group sex, but he wasn't, nor did he especially want to share her with his friends.

"Yes, well, I'm here to consult with Robbie on a new movie and we're pretty busy right now, so why don't you young men run along." She started to shut the door with her right hand.

"No way!" Harry had finally spoken-up. "Wait, no, um, we just wanted to ask Bob..."

"We're really much too busy right now," she interrupted him. "I'm not in town long. Robbie will explain everything to you tomorrow." She shut the door on them, turned the lock, and turned toward Robert.

"You can explain it to them any way you want tomorrow. I just didn't think we would want any further interruption."

"That was so fucking cool!" His friends would be calling him right away the next day, if not later that night. He wasn't entirely sure what he would tell them. He would be pretty much happy to tell them the truth, although he didn't like admitting that he was at the adult toy and DVD store. Well, Allison said he could tell them anything. He would come up with something.

"Now, let's see what we can do with my pussy."

"Yes, ma'am! I mean, Allison."

She let go of his cock and made her way back to the couch. "Look," she said, pointing at the television as she was sitting down, "Good timing. Sara is going to fuck Mr. Peters for not giving her another spanking." She explained, "That didn't happen in the original story but we clearly needed some actual sex in the movie, don't you think?"

Robert's balls were really churning and pulling in tight. He picked up the hand lotion on the side table and handed it to Allison, feeling a little embarrassed about that. It's not often that one share's one's masturbation equipment with a girl.

"That's a good boy." She sniffed the lotion. "Mmmmmm, very nice." She squeezed out a big dollop onto the lips and hole of the toy.

Robert's level of embarrassment was increasing. He would never, ever admit to anyone having such a thing in his apartment, not to any one of his friends, and he certainly couldn't imagine ever using one with a girlfriend or even a wife. Well, maybe a wife, if someday she revealed that she used dildos or something. But, what good girl would use one of those things?

"Now, sit right down here, next to me."

Robert did as she instructed, sliding up against her once again.

Allison placed the pussy lips against the tip of Robert's dick, wrapping her left fist around the shaft to keep his dick in place. "Let's first just slide it around and around."

Allison slid it all around his knob, letting the slick thick lips caress and tickle every little inch.

"Isn't it nice and soft and slippery. Just like if I was sliding my pussy lips all over the tip of your big, hard dick, making my little tight pussy so, so excited." She occasionally pushed down on it, but only to flirt with its insertion, giving him soft, wet kisses with the squishy lips. 

"Oh man," Robert gasped, closing his eyes to fully absorb himself in the sensuous touch of the slick, slippery, soft lips. It did feel really, really nice. For a moment he did imagine it was Allison's actual cunt, but then quickly returned to the reality, which was frankly better, as it was indeed true that Allison was teasing and caressing his knob with her own fake pussy. Any sense of shame or embarrassment over using such a thing was long since gone as he became lost in the intense sensations. It was just so darned cool that it was Allison herself using it on him. There is no shame in a pocket pussy when it's in a girl's hand.

But Allison wanted him to experience even more. "Look at the TV, Robbie," she whispered. "Sara is just about ready to mount Mr. Peters."

Robert opened his eyes as Allison, as Sara, was backing into Mr. Peters, who was sitting in his office chair. She positioned her wet, inflamed cunt right on the tip of his hard dick.

Allison, in real life, briefly removed her fake pussy from Robert's dick to squeeze out another large dollop of lubrication right onto and into the hole, then quickly returned it to the tip of Robert's knob as Sara began to press down onto Mr. Peter's thick knob.

In synch, Allison pushed the fake pussy down onto Robert's knob.

It was considerably easier for Allison (as Sara) to get Mr. Peter's cock into her pussy than for Allison to get Robert's cock into her fake pussy, as the entrance hole was considerably smaller, and once inside, considerably tighter, which made it all the more intensely stimulating.

"Fuck," Robert gasped as he felt his knob so tightly enveloped by the slick, rubbery, soft masturbator.

Allison slowly slid the hand pussy up and down his dick, in synch with Sara's sensual humping of Mr. Peters' dick, as she whispered into Robert's ear, "Do you like my pussy, Robbie?"

"Oh fuck, yes," he confessed. No cunt could ever feel this fucking good, as it was so hard to imagine one being this tight; so fully engulfing; clenching so hard, squeezing, clasping, binding virtually every nerve of his dick. If girls were really like this guys could never last very long.

Allison accelerated the pace of her hand, the fake pussy making all sorts of squishing, slurping noises as the lotion was squeezed in and out by his driving, pulsing cock. "Do you like girls to do it fast?" But just as quickly slowed it down. "Or do you like it slow?"

"Both," he gasped. It didn't make any fucking difference to Robert. Perhaps fast would make him cum quickly, but he wouldn't last long at all even going slow.

Allison momentarily let go of the masturbator and it suddenly squirted off Robert's cock, like a balloon popping out of the water. It was just so fucking tight that someone needed to keep a grip on it.

Robert's cock had jerked up fiercely, springing from the confines of the pussy, so swollen to full capacity, the knob a thick, shiny glistening red inflammation. His cock probably never looked so good, so impressive, so heated.

Allison giggled. "Goodness, my pussy seems to be afraid of you." She got off the couch to retrieve it, as well as to remove her skirt, which she tossed to the side, to stand before Robert, displaying for his eyes the real Allison cunt as she applied further lubrication to the play one.

Allison took hold of Robert's dick with her left hand and pulled him from the couch as she sat back on the coffee table, positioning the fake cunt right on top of her real one. "Robbie, here, fuck me, fuck Allison just the way she likes it."

Robert got on top of her, bracing himself with his knees on the coffee table, carefully positioning his knob against the little hole of the fake pussy. He briefly looked up to see Allison, as Sara, lying on Mr. Peter's desk, opening up her legs to get fucked by her teacher.

One difference between the two was that Allison, as Sara, was entirely naked, those big natural boobs falling against her chest, whereas the real Allison still had on her white blouse and black tie. The contrast was actually kind of nice, as Robert could switch back and forth, enjoying the cosplay of the uniform as well as being able to instantly see what she would look like without it. They both clearly had their charm.

Allison held the pussy with her right hand and reached up to help keep Robert's dick firmly fixed as he drove his cock down hard against the fake cunt, meeting considerable resistance, but then feeling the knob suddenly slipping through, popping once again into the squeezing tight confines of Allison's fake cunt.

Allison wrapped both of her hands around the toy, holding it in place as Robert fucked it.

He had never tried using a fake cunt that way before, actually fucking it rather than relying on his hands to pump his dick with it.

He was essentially fucking the real Allison's hands as they gripped the fake Allison cunt. It was like Allison was able to wrap her fingers around her cunt; squeezing, massaging, and milking his cock with her fingers through her tight, wet cunt. No real fuck could really compare with this. It was just so exquisitely consuming.

"Fuck my little cunt, Robbie!" Allison squealed, bring her legs up and spreading them out wide, as if he was really fucking her. "Fuck your little girly student so fucking hard!"

"Oh geeeez," Robert gasped as he felt his dick suddenly lurch as his climax overwhelmed him.

Allison thrust the fake cunt forward so that Robert's cock slipped all the way through the equally tight exit on the other end, allowing him to blast his cum outside of it while it was still wrapped tightly around his shaft.

It was just in time as a hefty thick glob of hot wet cum blasted from the knob and splashed onto Allison's real cunt.

"Oooooooh," Allison gushed, as Robert's cock continued to jerk and spit its gism onto Allison's thick shaved lips, "you have so much stuff, Robbie, and so creamy and thick!"

Robert looked down with half-open, glazed eyes to watch his cock spurt and gush its spunk all over Allison's fleshy bare cunt. It was perhaps a fitting tribute to provide her, to bath her real feminine lips in the steamy gruel of his gism that was so delightfully extracted by her fake cunt. In any case, he had built up quite a load and it wasn't long before her cunt was thoroughly drenched and soaked in thick, sticky, sloppy cum.

He gushed and squirted, his body heaving with lustful waves of orgasmic delight, deep primitive waves of bliss coursing through him as rapid firing bursts of gism exploded from his inflamed knob onto the girl's fleshy feminine twat. 

When he was done he fell back onto the couch in exhaustion, his cock still sticking up in the air, a bit of cum leaking out, the shaft still wrapped tightly by the toy, held there by the lips of the crown sticking out the end. In his wondrous state of deep satisfaction his eyes first took in the sight of Allison's deluged cunt, and then traveled up to her eyes.

She gave him that cute quirky smile. "You think it's even better than the real one?"

He smiled back. "Well, I'd have to compare them, wouldn't I?"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Richard had never won a contest before, at least not one that actually meant anything. In his school pretty much every kid repeatedly won contests. The school board felt it would boost self-esteem to have all the kids win at least sometime, or at least never lose. However, after a while winning kind of lost its meaning. 

He was though shocked to get the phone call from the Rainbow Spectrum Production Company that his name had been drawn after his visit to Alice's adult DVD and novelty store. Frankly, he hadn't given it much thought when he filled out the ticket and dropped it into the box in Allison's booth. He didn't even know what he was trying to win! There was no cost in filling out the ticket. He assumed it would be some free novelty item, probably something he would never even use, like some anal beads or something.

Instead, he was told that he had won a guest appearance in one of Allison Kilgore's forthcoming films.

Richard was speechless. Were they serious? Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. Lots of porn involves amateurs and amateur appearances. If somebody was going to win, why couldn't it be him? But still, how many young men get such a call? And, now that he got it, did he really want it?

His anxiety escalated as he thought about it. What are the risks in such an endeavor? What if his parents found out? He was an adult, nineteen. He could make his own decisions, but that didn't negate his understandable reluctance in doing something that they would find appalling, even disgusting.

What if his employer found out? Of course, it wasn't like he worked within the church or politics, where such acts could really get him into serious trouble. He drove a truck for a package delivery service. It was difficult to imagine his boss getting upset about it (unless, of course, he was to be a postal deliveryman in the movie).

What if his friends found out? His male friends wouldn't be upset about it. They wouldn't disapprove. They might even be impressed, but did he really want them to see him having sex? It wasn't that he was particularly ashamed about his body or his cock. He was in pretty good shape, but it wasn't like he had an appreciably large cock. No doubt he would receive quite a bit of ribbing.

He sorely doubted girls he knew would approve, and some might find the whole thing to be disgusting. No girl he knew approved of pornography, and when he and his friends went to strip clubs it was understood that what happened at the club stayed at the club. Even having gone to the club was not to be revealed, to anyone. Of course, maybe one of the girls might rent the movie, and be impressed. Well, he probably couldn't count on that happening.

Still, what was the chance that anyone would find out. So much pornography was being produced every day, what was the chance that anyone he knew would ever see it? It wasn't like the local newspaper would provide coverage.

He decided to accept the prize, and was then told that he would first have to be checked out by a physician, for just about anything that was communicable. That was fine with him, though. Better to be safe than sorry, and they would cover the cost, as they wanted to be the one who hired the physician and received the report. He was also advised to get a full body make-over, removing any unsightly hairs, getting all of his nails clipped and manicured, and so forth. They even covered the cost of that, as it was to their advantage to have their actors be as attractive as possible.

In fact, the movie was to be filmed in Los Angeles, and he was given free travel expenses plus two nights at a pretty nice hotel, at least by his standards, which weren't really that high.

He was told to wear a white shirt, black tie, black slacks, black belt, black socks, and black dress shoes, as well as new, fresh, clean white briefs. They wouldn't cover the cost of the wardrobe, albeit he already had all of that anyway. Well, he did buy new briefs. He didn't want to take any chances there.