1 comments/  23162 views/  3 favorites

How We Got into Porn

By: nero_tesla



The following is a work of fiction. All of the characters are adults, over the age of 18. 

*

If you look up that Pixies song "Rock Music," you'll know what was playing on my way to Maria's house in the summer, on a vague, muggy day with sweat and heat like the bad breath of a god. She had called the moment I started the car to go to work building little architectural models downtown: "I just got out of the shower, I'm going to lunch with Lauren. What are you doing?" "Nothing, just on my way out. Is your mother there?" 

"No... why?" 

"Can I come over?"

"Dan, we don't have time... I'll be late!" She was always running late anyway, it was a reflexive statement. So I sweet talked my way over to her house: "I just want to come kiss you good morning and then be off! Don't get dressed yet! Just sit in bed I'll be there in 2 seconds." 

"You can come and say hello, but I'll be very busy getting ready. And don't make a lot of noise at the front door, my neighbors might tell my mom."

Although she was an adult, Maria was kept under the watchful gaze of her domineering mother while she visited home from college. When we first met, it felt like I was dating both of them. Thankfully, her mother had gotten a job when her daughter left home, making Maria's bed available during work hours. Still, her fear of being caught with her pants down sometimes bordered on paranoia, a trait she shared with her mother, and one that would eventually compromise our relationship. But every girl is crazy in her way, and it was a lot of fun while it lasted. 

She was about 5'8'', an inch shorter than me, with auburn hair that hung down to her shoulders. At once delicate and athletic, her body curved in and out with perfect breasts and an ass that matched. Her face was beautiful, with big brown eyes and skin like buttermilk. Who could blame her mother for wanting to protect that? It had worked until about a year ago, when I destroyed her virginity. Once a woman like that has a big dick inside her for the first time, all her allegiances change.

When I pulled up to her house, her fat dog was wagging at the plate glass door, square and yellow and lumpy. She had unbolted the door for me, and there was something 90's sounding playing softly on the stereo upstairs. That was a little game she liked to play --slip downstairs and unlock the door for me, then tiptoe back upstairs and pretend to be asleep when I arrived.

At the landing the bathroom door sat open, girly shower scents drifting into the hall. I didn't see her at first, but wet footprints led into her bedroom and to the foot of her twin bed. She had concealed herself beneath a single white sheet, and made no acknowledgement of my presence. I stripped completely, quickly, noiselessly. I slowly lifted up the sheet at her feet and crawled inside, finding her still wrapped in a warm, wet towel. I parted the towel and began kissing my way up her legs, spreading them effortlessly as I advanced. White morning light diffused through the sheet, just illuminating her soft inner thighs and beautiful little pussy. She was still feigning sleep, so I paused for a long moment to take in the scenery and just think about how great it is to be alive; something like, "Wow, I'm about to fuck the brains out of this angel."

I gripped her legs with both hands at the knees, still soft and wet with lotion from the shower, pushing them slowly back, rotating her pussy up in front of my face. It was blushing pink with thin lips, capped with a few neatly trimmed locks of light auburn hair almost red. She might have been pretending to sleep, but that little thing down between her knees couldn't lie. I could see that she was getting wet, her lips slightly parted and swelling in anticipation. I started by giving it just a little kiss, like a friendly peck just to tease her to life, and on contact she gasped a little, still trying to fake it. I paused for a moment, then went in for a big, wet, sloppy kiss right on the lips, pressing my lips hard against her for a moment before pulling back with a sucking smack. She let out a sharp "Oh!" I went back to drawing on her inner thighs with my tongue and she interrupted me: "Don't tease me!"

"Oh, I didn't know you were awake. Good morning." 

"Stop teasing me, I can't stand it when you tease it like that!" 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"You know. Don't make me say it."

"Say what?" 

"Kiss me...down there." 

"Down where? Down here?" I wiggled her toes in my fingers.

"No, further up."

"Here?" I kissed her knee.

"Further."

"Here?" I kissed her inner thigh.

"Further! No, not my bellybutton, that's too far!"

I ripped off the sheet, finally looking her in the eyes, those pouty doe eyes. On her back, legs back, knees pinned to the bed beside her breasts, she wanted to be my plaything. So I relented and went in for a long, wet kiss with her pussy. She started breathing heavily, letting little "Oh!"s escape when I pushed her buttons just right. Once she was fully wet, I started giving her whole cunt hard licks with my tongue. Sticky strings of pussy juice and saliva stretched from my tongue to her opening as I drew my mouth away. She watched me, looking into my eyes as I went back in, slurping and sucking on her swollen pussy. She pulled on the sheets, and grabbed my head to pull me in closer. Her back arched off the bed as she smothered me in pussy. Then she let out a single, loud "Ah!" before cupping her mouth and screaming into both hands. When she finished, I moved up beside her, stopping to suck on her nipples as she recovered. She pulled at my chest to beckon me up for a kiss, a long, deep, energetic kiss of gratitude.

"You taste so good," I whispered to her

"Yeah?"

"I could eat your pussy all day long."

"I would get impatient though, it just makes me want to fuck you even more."

"We can do some of that."

"But I really do have to go, I'm going to be late. Can you come over later?"

"Now and later."

She rolled over me and got out of the bed. Standing naked in front of a full length mirror, she spoke to me as she rubbed more lotion onto her face: "I have dance practice until three, then I'm supposed to pick up the groceries and get a present for Lauren's birthday. Mom wants to have dinner together tonight, you're welcome to join us."

"Sure, I'm going to be working downtown today, but I don't have a crazy amount to do," I said as I got out of bed. I crept up and embraced her from behind, kissing her neck as she concentrated in the mirror. She acted annoyed like a little brat, swatting at my hands as I squeezed her breasts with both hands. But I wasn't about to sit there and watch her get dressed. When she twisted to release herself, I yanked her off her feet, clutching her under the shoulders and knees. I tossed her back onto the bed. She bounced a little and came to a rest. 

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, Mr.? I have ballet like five minutes ago. Dan! Just for a second, I really have to get ready...Ok? Ok, ok, ok ,...ok...ok," we started kissing as she tried to dissuade me with feeble ok's. She rose up slowly and I pushed her back down, pinning her shoulders to the bed as I bit her neck and stuck my tongue in her ear. She was still saying something, but her ok's had gradually died from objections to murmurs of timid consent. So I started making my way down from the neck, stopping at the tits to let her know we weren't going to be in a rush and she had better get on board. I kissed her nipples and traced my tongue down her belly, licking her belly button in circles as I lifted her right ankle and pushed it slowly back until it buckled against her chest. Her body was still soft and damp from the shower, her legs very smooth from a shave. I squeezed her legs as I moved further down the front of her body, then grabbed them both at the knees and slowly pushed them back until they were pinned against the bed, nestled under her armpits. 

She looked up at me flustered and quizzical. "I'm not done with you yet, you're still all tense and I'm not going to let you leave." I had to stop for a moment and take in her body at its most vulnerable, all white and cool and fragrant. Then I teased her by kissing and sucking on her inner thighs, going from the one to the other, each time getting a little closer to her pussy. She was lifting her head up to watch me, her cute impatience bearing down on me. She was beginning to squirm her legs together a little bit in frustration, in order to rub her pussy lips together. Then I pushed her legs back even further, until her pussy was staring straight at the ceiling, and gave it one big smacking kiss. 

"Yes! I still want it, Dan. Fuck ballet and fuck me!" And I went back down, parted her wet little lips with my tongue, and started getting messy. Maria breathed in and out quickly and deeply, her legs began to shake. She didn't cover her mouth this time, but said like it was a surprise, "I'm going to come! Don't stop! Yes. Yes! Oh, Dan, my pussy is gushing!" She wasn't gushing like a porn star, but it was really sloppy. My whole face was covered in it. 

When she stopped bucking, she yanked me under the arms toward her. I looked up into her eyes, she was nodding really fast saying "uh-huh, uh-huh," which meant she was ready to get fucked. And that pussy, on that sunny summer morning, was fantastic. What more can I say? There are those girls --and I've been with them- who, from time to time, need a little extra bottled lube to get things going down there. Not this girl. Not ever. She would get soaked through her jeans after just a little tickling in the back of the movie theater. Like fucking jello in a rainstorm.

It was only tough once, the first time. I'm kind of big, at least for a white guy, and when I took her for the first time she thought it wouldn't fit. She had sat on top, wriggling her little butt as she mopped the head of my dick with her tight little cunt. 

"It won't fit," she whimpered in frustration as she looked me in the eyes and bit her lip. I gave her some encouragement, "Maybe if you suck on it first so it's nice and wet." 

"Ok, I'll try." I think it goes without saying, failure was not an option. She slobbered on me for a couple of minutes until I was fuller and slicker. Then she climbed back on top. "Suck on my fingers," I ordered her. She licked and sucked, then I withdrew them and rubbed the spit all over her pussy. She held my shaft and positioned it, getting just the head inside. 

"It still feels too tight," she said. That's when I took her by surprise with a single violent thrust. That's all it took. She looked at me that face a girl only really makes once, that mixture of surprise, relief, joy, pain, and pleasure. I'm glad we gave it up to each other like that; sober, alert, intimate.

"Ok, start moving! Giddy-up!" she shouted at me like a brat. We might have gone a whole minute before I erupted inside her like the verdant virgin I was. She looked at me in disbelief and pouted until I got hard again and did it right. That was last summer, and since that time we had practiced the sport of fuck like we were training for the Olympics. 

Presently though, Maria had just pulled me up into position, giving me her please-fuck-me face. I tried to center us on the double be so we wouldn't fall off, and propped her butt up on a pillow. I rocked back on my knees, handling my dick to get it in position, teasing her with the head of it. Then she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me deep inside of her. She gave me simple instructions in her sexy, deadpan way: "Fuck me hard." I didn't waste time, I just started pounding it. 

When she came again her face turned into one of those grimaces where you think it's going to get stuck like that, just staring at me. In the morning she liked it like that, just laying back and getting hammered. Laziness? Perhaps, but the pussy kept me coming back. Her facial expression finally came unlocked, meaning she'd gotten there, and she told me to slow down some.

"Wait, but I'm almost there, you can take a little more?" I pleaded. She grabbed my jaw, looked me in the eyes, and cautioned, "Babies! Babies! Don't come inside me, I went off my birth control." We froze. I was pinning her down with all my weight, legs behind her head. 

I tried to talk her into it, "But it's so good! You're so wet and tight right now it feels like we're fucking standing still. I swear if you move an inch right now, I'm going to burst." I really was right on the edge, and had to talk my dick down with unsexy thoughts just to get it out of Maria's womb.

"If you come inside me right now, like this, there's no fucking we're not making a baby. Is that what you want?" It was a rhetorical question.

"So you missed a few days of birth control...There's got to be some of it still kicking around in your system, right?"

She was adamant: "No. I want it in my mouth." I pulled out and she swung around on top of me. "I'll try to make up for it," she added. She tried to fit as much of me as she could in her mouth, stopping occasionally to swallow a little pre-cum. She'd never tried to deep throat me like this before, and it was a big turn-on. When she had me entirely inside her, she let out a muffled little moan, slapped and pulled on my hips as a gesture of encouragement to move them. I started pumping up and down just a bit. She kept tugging at my hips, so I fucked her throat a little harder.

That made her choke, and she backed off and started sucking it like a lollipop. I didn't tell her when I was going to come, so she let out a surprised, muffled noise when I began to shoot. She took her time, carefully draining me of everything, then she sat up in bed and said with her mouth full, "Dan, thas ahloht." "Let me see." Sitting on her knees, back erect, looking me in the eyes, she opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back when my cum started dripping down her chin. Then she swallowed and let out a single cough, and went back to cleaning my cock. Maria always treated it as her duty to lick up and swallow every last drop. She liked it, I liked it. She had an unwritten rule that my sperm was not to be wasted. I either came inside her pussy or in her mouth. If I slipped and shot on her belly, she would wipe me up with her fingers and eat me. 

I was empty, and we clung together in bed for a few more minutes. She ran her fingers through my hair and whispered, "I liked it when you were thrusting down my throat, we've never done that before...It made me feel so bad, in a good way. Good bad, like you were using my body." 

"I liked it too. You just ran a clinic on my dick." 

"Well, I didn't do that much...maybe next time I do even less, just let you fuck my mouth. I want to feel...I don't know...like I'm powerless." That was the moment we began to fantasize about submission, fantasies we would soon explore with each other. But then, we dressed and left, out into the summer.

II

To describe Maria as eager to please misses the mark. She was that, only more so. She wanted for us to own one another. As the dynamic of our relationship developed, it became clear that she really wanted to be owned by me. That's how the crazy got into our relationship. From the time we met, we were best friends. I twenty and she nineteen, we attended colleges not far from each other, but far enough to strain a relationship between two college students. We both began school as freshmen in the same year, and within a month made it explicit that we would not bind ourselves with mutual commitment while away at college. But we continued to meet often, and spent the next summer joined at the hip. We were learning from each other, having fun exploring in our youth. That summer, after a particularly bad fight with her mother, Maria moved in with me.

It was Friday towards the end of July. I headed home from my summer job as an architectural assistant. Maria danced semi-professionally with a ballet company, and she spent her days practicing and rehearsing with them. We had plans cook dinner together and watch some movie she had rented. I got home early, not expecting her at my place for hours. I decided to get cleaned up, so I jumped in the shower. Maria had been out of town with her ballet company for the past few days, so I was feeling a little backed up and thought I'd rub one out while I was in the tub. I was making progress, getting close to home when the bathroom door opened.

Maria walked in and looked at me like she had caught me with another woman. It's always embarrassing when you get caught, but I didn't think it would be any big deal with her. "What are you doing?" she bellowed.

"What am I doing? What are you doing? I didn't expect you over here for another two hours!" 

"There was a brownout in that part of town --so I came over. Just what do you think you're doing with my penis?"

"I...don't know...What the hell does it look like?" Maria took two steps and, still fully clothed in her sundress, stepped into the shower. Standing there with the water hitting the back of her head, she gave me a stern look and said, "I have to teach you something." Her dress was becoming dark and soaked, clinging to her skin as she went down onto her knees. Now the water was hitting me in the chest. "Look at me," Maria said. She took my erection into her mouth and started going at it with frightening enthusiasm. There was no fooling around. "Tell me when you're going to." Her hair was wet, her clothes were soaked. She stared up at me like she was mad. Taking it in to the hilt, she gagged and pulled back, stretching a rope of pre-come from tip to lips. Without breaking stride she went to pumping it with her fist like she was mad at it, then went back to sucking.

"I'm going to." She immediately stopped and squeezed it in her hand, cutting off the circulation at the base. She was still looking me in the eyes. "Do you like this?"she asked.

"Yeah of course, it's just a little unexpected and..." She cut me off: "This is what I'm for."

I didn't know what to say. She continued, "This is what I'm for. Say it." 

"This...is what you're for?"

"Say it and mean it."

"This is what you're for."

"Are you going to quit jerking off in the shower?"

"Ok."

"And you'll do what?"

"Wait for you?"

"I was an hour early, and you couldn't wait that long! If you have an urge like this, you call me. That's what I'm for." Maria took my cock back into her mouth and sucked it until I exploded. My knees got weak. She withdrew, our eyes still locked. She tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and started to gargle with my sperm. This soon made her laugh, then choke, then spit it back all over me. "You're so easy to fuck with," she said. She laughed, gave my dick a coquettish last kiss and lay back in the tub, letting the warm water buoy her dress. "Does that still mean this is what you're for?" I asked. She laughed at me. I sat down with her and we ran the tub full of hot water. She climbed up on my chest and we started kissing.

Later we poured ourselves two healthy glasses of scotch and sat down to watch her movie. It was bad, bad. We both knew it. Nuzzled together on the couch, we fell into joking about the movie. Maria had changed into her only non-soaked clothes, a spare blue leotard from her workout bag. When the movie turned too bad for jokes, I asked her, "Maria, do you really have a problem with me jerking off?" 

"What do you think?" she asked me sort-of sarcastically. "I think I'm going to be jerking off thinking about what happened earlier for a long, long time." She pinched me on the stomach, and I tickled her ribs in retaliation. 

"Stop! Stop, please, no fair," she pleaded with me. She caught a few laughing breaths, then started tickling me again. I gave it back to her, but she quickly cried again, "Stop! Really this time, truce. I won't do it again." 


How We Got into Porn Ch. 02



This is a work of fiction, and all the characters depicted are over the age of 18.



The following morning, the sun broke through the curtains of the bedroom, where the three of us continued to sleep it off. The previous afternoon had been our first experiment with a threesome. Once we had all exhausted ourselves of lust, we still had the evening to kill, and Maria and I agreed that it would be awkward to just send Lauren home to an empty apartment. So she invited her to stay over for the rest of the weekend, until her boyfriend returned from his sales trip. We had stayed up, sipping tequila and talking in bed until quite late.

I was still wiping the sleep out of my eyes when a phone started ringing in the next room, filling the quiet house with an unfamiliar melody. Lauren sat bolt up in bed and bounced off into the living room. The ringing ceased and was replaced with the sound of her voice, speaking in a low, gentle tone. It could only have been her boyfriend. Maria rolled onto her side and looked at me, and the shame began to wash over my body. 

"What were we thinking last night?" I asked her.

"I don't know, I can't think yet," she said. "It sure was fun, though." She moved a little closer and nuzzled against my shoulder.

Lauren walked back into the bedroom. "Good morning," Maria said, looking up and smiling at her, "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad," Lauren responded, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "My head feels cloudy. That was Marcus, he's going to be gone all week. They want him to fly straight to Des Moines and then to Chicago before coming back. I should probably go home, I need to take a shower and wash some clothes. Thanks for last night."

Maria sat up, "Why don't you stay with us this week? We both have tomorrow off, anyway. You don't have to sit at home alone all week. It's summer; let's spend it being lazy by the pool."

"Look, I don't want to make this awkward, but wouldn't you guys feel weird about having me here after last night?" Lauren asked.

"It only has to be awkward if we let it be. We were drunk. Let's just agree that it was a onetime thing and not make a big deal out of it. You can handle that, right, Dan?"

"Yeah," I agreed, leaning up in bed, "Last night was you guys' idea. I'll just assume my birthday came early this year."

Lauren sat naked at the end of bed, one arm concealing her breasts. Her expression pensive, she looked down, tracing a pattern on the sheet with one finger. She seemed persuaded, but still reluctant and a little tongue-tied. Maria continued, "I'll make some coffee and we'll get in the pool. You can borrow one of my swimsuits."

Lauren finally looked up at us: "That sounds good, actually, but I still to get some fresh clothes. I don't even know where my panties are," she laughed. "I need to go by my apartment first. Could I come back and I use your washer?"

"Of course," said Maria.

"Ok, I'll be back in a just a minute, really, so I'm counting on your coffee." With that, she pulled a dirty dress over her head and ran out. We sat there together, alone for the first time in almost two days. Maria looked into my eyes. "What are you thinking?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm wondering about what's going to happen when she tells her boyfriend she was seduced by a couple from down the street."

"I don't think that's going to happen. They've only been dating a few months. They aren't living together or anything. Lauren's shrewd. I really doubt she's going to spill her guts to this guy who she's obviously having second thoughts about. Plus, we didn't seduce her. She wanted to. If anything, she seduced me. All that talk at the bar about her wanting to be taught...She kept pressing me for details about us doing it in the theater. She wanted me to describe how it made me feel to gag on your dick, and I did. And as I did, it just got me so hot that I started wanting to share it with her for real. And she kept saying how she wished she could know how it felt. I don't know how we got so intimate so quickly, but by the end of the night we were planning out how to get you to agree to it. It was like wanting to show chocolate to someone who has never tasted it, I couldn't really describe it, so I had to just show her. Well, we showed her. You definitely showed her. Didn't you like it?"

"Are you kidding? I was crossing all kinds of things off the list last night."

"Oh yeah?" Maria asked, climbing on top of me. "Was one of those things Lauren's pussy? How did you like that?"

I started to say it was different, but my brain checked my tongue in time and I said, "Not as good as yours."

"Yeah?" she said, starting to grind on me. She was already wet, painting me with her juices as she slid back and forth over the back of my shaft, my cock pinned to my stomach under her weight. Cunt is great at anytime of the day or night, but it really shines first thing in the morning. Look, everyone knows about morning wood. But less well known is the fact that many girls wake up with their cunts at their wettest and stickiest. Including Maria. Especially Maria. Maria and I never engaged in foreplay in the morning. Foreplay in the morning usually feels forced, and besides, her pussy was already like a fucking pot of honey.

"You want to show my runny pussy you missed her?" she teased. I gripped her ass and lifted her just enough to let my dick spring free. She sat back down on me, wiggling her hips a little as I filled her. I squeezed her breasts as we began to get our rhythm, then gently tugged on her hard, button nipples and pulled her towards me. She bent down and started to kiss me as our hips moved together, slowly. Her short, high moans began, coming more and more quickly. I was barely out of the gates, and she was already reaching an orgasm in our slow grind. She pushed herself forward against me as hard as she could and held herself there, convulsing with eyes closed as she got herself off.

"Do you need to take a break?" I asked

"No. Keep going. Lauren's going to be back any minute."

"Lean back," I said, pushing her up and scooting us to the edge of the bed. I placed my feet on the floor and cradled her in my lap, pulling her legs up hard against my chest so that all her weight fell to the point where her cunt swallowed my erection. I grabbed her ass with both hands, gripping her cheeks and pulled them apart. I lifted her and let her drop back down, her pussy stretching to allow me in as far as possible. Maria let out a guttural moan, like she'd had the wind knocked out of her. 

"Fuck me, Dan," she slurred like she was still drunk. I began to bounce her like that on the edge of the bed. We got into a rhythm with the bed springs, using the extra bounce to lift her up and drive her down even harder. "Oh my god!" she cried. She continued to cry out in deep, guttural groans every time she came down on my cock.

"Can I come now?" I asked

"Yes, please god yes!" She was making noises like a goddamn animal. I started laughing at the sounds she made. "I...can't...help it," she pleaded. I finally let go with a groan of my own as I ejaculated deep inside her, bouncing and squishing it around. I sucked and bit her neck as she came to a rest. My erection refused to shrink, and we sat in that embrace, still kissing when we heard the sound of the screen door creak open and snap. Lauren was back.

"Oh shit," Maria whispered, struggling to stand up. She wobbled and fell against the bed, then found her sea legs and ran to the shower.

"Hey I'm back! Where's your washer?" Lauren called from the living room.

I looked around for something to cover my dripping dick with, and pulled a sheet around me as Lauren came around the corner. "Hey," I greeted her, "It's through that door next to the fridge." She nodded and sauntered off clutching a heaping basket of laundry. I wiped myself off on the sheets, pulled on some shorts and went into the kitchen to start some coffee.

Lauren strolled into the kitchen to claim her cup of coffee. I poured some out and told her, "I really hope you don't feel weird about staying here, we don't usually get as crazy as last night."

"It's fine," she said, "And just so you know, I feel fucking great today. Plus, you guys have a pool."

II

We spent the whole day by the pool, swimming, lounging, talking, and reading. When night fell, we broke out the tequila and invited it into the pool as well. We sat together on the submerged steps, clinking glasses in a celebration of nothing. Lauren leaned out of the water, rolling a joint on the concrete. The cicadas and frogs struck up a chorus as we passed it around and settled into conversation.

After a while, a silence arose, and Lauren said, "I have something to confess to you guys. It's about last night." Here we go, I thought, she's told her boyfriend and he's headed over here with an axe, maybe a whole posse with pitchforks behind him. She continued, "Last night, the whole thing about wanting to learn something new...It's not really about trying to impress my boyfriend."

Maria interrupted: "What? But you told me you wanted to show him something new, like he was a prude and needed to be taught how to loosen up."

"Oh, he is," Lauren affirmed, "That part's totally true. But there's another reason, one that I didn't feel completely comfortable sharing with you before. You see, I'm working full-time right now and I'm still broke. I had to leave my air conditioner off a couple of months ago just to be sure I could make the rent. I'd had it up to here living like that, so I tried dancing for money. Not at the theater. And not as a stripper, either. I've been working as a dancer at a nightclub downtown where I put on a bikini and dance on a podium above the dance floor. I go down there and dance a few hours a night on the weekend, and I make enough extra so I'm not pulling my hair out about the rent and eating potatoes every night."

Lauren took a sip of liquor and continued, "So I've been down there doing my dancing gig for about two months, sweating onstage next to an amplifier and just waiting for last call. When the lights come on, I throw my clothes on and take a drink at the bar while they shut things down. About two weeks ago, I was having my little nightcap with the bartender when the club manager approached me. He sat down at the bar, and the bartender poured him three fingers of scotch and left the bottle. He took a swallow from the glass and sent him downstairs to restock the coolers. Then he turned and introduced himself as Andy.

"Andy put me right at ease. He asked me about the job, told me what a good dancer I was, we talked about my work at the ballet company, and he told me about his sister who used to dance with a famous company in London. Pretty soon I was letting Andy pour me drinks, and we were laughing about the club's more eccentric patrons. I thought I had seen some funny shit there, but he had stories that were unbelievable. I think I peed a little bit when he told me about the skinny guy who came dressed as a pimp with two 300 lb girls under his arms, then one fell on him on the dance floor. I don't know, the way he told it was funny.

"Anyway, Andy was getting me drunk. But not in the way like he was being overly flirtatious, I think that was just his way to unwind at three in the morning. Finally he turned more serious and told me, 'You don't like working here.' I was too tipsy to flat-out deny it, so I told him it pays the bills. He shot back at me, 'Your other job, you don't like that either. You do that all week and then you come here. If it's all just about paying the bills, there are better ways to it. You're a beautiful woman, you're graceful, you're not shy; these are assets that not everybody has. And if you want to get ahead in life, it's worth knowing what your assets are and how to exploit them.' 

"He caught me off guard with that. I'm used to guys hitting on me with the whole spiel about my pretty eyes, blah, blah, blah. But he was earnest, so I listened to what came next: 'I'm what they call a talent scout. I know some people who are very successful in the adult entertainment industry, and they can make someone like you very successful, too. It's not for everybody, and this isn't a proposition, so don't worry. But it's a legitimate business, and I feel that I owe it to you to mention it, even if you hate my rotten guts and never want to talk to me again.'

Maria and I were captivated by her story, stoned in the pool, having forgotten we were holding full glasses of tequila above the waterline. "Then what happened?" Maria asked, the lights of the pool flickering on our bodies as we sat in anticipation.

"Well, at this point, he had me on the hook. After a night of go-go dancing and several stiff drinks, I didn't have the energy to act offended. Actually, I wasn't offended. And I told him that. And I asked him to tell me more. Andy said, 'A dear friend of mine runs one of the largest, most successful internet porn sites in the country, which by extension means it's one of the biggest in the whole damn world. We're talking big money, no small time amateur shit. Now like I said, this isn't for everyone, but a girl can pull down six figures, sometimes in her first year. And a girl like you? Shit. I look at you and you're a fuckin' dime. You're a girl who could rise to the top. You get some fans going and you can make a few grand in a night travelling around just dancing like you do here. I like you working here, but you could spend less time each week than you do here doing film, still keep your day job if you want, and make some serious bank.'

"I told Andy that it he made it sound easy, and asked him how a girl was supposed to start. He told me that, if I wanted, he could set up an interview: 'I'm going to write a number on the back of this napkin. Even if you're not completely serious about it, you call this number. That's my friend Nate. You tell him I told you to call him, and he'll fill you in on the details: auditions, salary, all that shit.' That's kind of how we left it."

"I was intrigued, so the next day I called the number on the bar napkin. I spoke with Nate, and when I mentioned Andy's name, he asked me to come to his office for an interview. I went there the very next day. It was in an unassuming office space not far from here. He gave me sort of the same talk as Andy, but more to the point. He told me that he could have work lined up for me in the next week if I wanted, but added that auditions were necessary for new girls. He said if I didn't have on-film experience to show him, he would need to film a screen test, pairing me with a male actor.

"Then he handed me some paperwork, including a checklist of things I was willing to do onscreen. I told him I would think about it, and he said take your time. I went home with this list, wondering how I would make it through an audition where I was expected to perform this laundry list of sexual acts, many of which I'd never tried before. I was worried that I'd go in, make a fool of myself and leave without even landing a job. And they don't even pay you more than a couple hundred to make an audition tape! But a few days later, I ran into you two at the theater. To sum it up, I was looking for somebody to teach me about rough sex. I wasn't planning on it, but when you told me about your love life, Maria, I really just wanted to get a little preview of what I was in for."

"That's a surprising damn story," I said, "At least until you got to the part where the guy told you there were other ways for a girl like you to make money." This made her laugh. "I know," she said, "It's so cliché, but it's new to me. I've never thought about how that whole industry works!" 

Maria finally chimed in, "That is crazy! Are you still thinking about going back to this guy?"

"I don't know," Lauren paused, "If it's like we were last night, I'd say, fine. But at the audition there's going to be a bunch of men standing around with cameras. I don't know how it works or what to expect, but he said the pay depends on what I'm willing to do, and the list of stuff they ask me to demonstrate is long and intimidating. I don't have the list in front of me, but some of the stuff was hard to forget: throat-fucking, gagging, cum-swallowing, anal, double penetration, girl-on-girl, large groups...it's a lot to think about. And he said an audition shouldn't take more than an hour! Can a girl do all that in an hour?"

"You could just stick with what you're used to, and agree to only do that," I suggested.

"I know, but how much you get paid and how often you get hired depends on how dirty you'll get." Lauren said. "I guess I want to wade into it. That's the real reason I wanted to join you guys in the bedroom. I'm sorry if I wasn't completely honest, but I've been freaking out about this whole thing. Part of me wants to do it, part of me is scared, and the other part wants the money."

Maria piped up, "Why don't you make your own audition tape?"

"That would be tough. I know it's porn, but it's a major agency. They don't just review anything anyone sends them."

"But the guy in charge has already seen you now, and he's going to want you. You're hot. If you go back to him and put a DVD in his hand, he's going to watch it," Maria replied. "That way, you can be in charge. I'll even direct it for you! It wouldn't be any weirder than what we did last night, just with a camera added."

"Maybe you're right. But I'm the one looking for the job in porn. I don't want to drag you two into this."

"But it's just an audition tape, something a few greasy old guys are going to review like a resume. And don't worry about Dan, I can just crop his face out. Right, Dan?"

"I'm down. Hey, the camera's just inside, I can go get it right now."

"Not right now," Maria scolded, "Jesus, a little too eager. We have to plan it out first, make it look professional. Lauren, you need to come up with a list of stuff you want to do on video, give it to me, and I'll write a script. Dan, tomorrow you clean up the bedroom and hide all the personal stuff, make it look cute and generic."

Lauren was on board. "Ok, let's do this!" she said.

III

The morning, I found Maria and Lauren chatting at the kitchen table in front of the laptop. "Ok," Maria was saying, "Let's see your list. Deep throat, multiple positions, facial. Pretty straightforward. What, no anal? Just kidding, it's your movie. How do you feel about a schoolgirl theme? That's tried and true."

"That sounds good," Lauren said.

"Ok, just give me an hour or so to punch this up, then we'll go shopping for some outfits," Maria said, and started typing. I drained some coffee and went back to dress up the bedroom. I crammed all the photos, magazines, and random bedroom stuff in a drawer and made up the bed with a light pink sheet. Then I brought in some spot lights from the garage and positioned them around the room to brighten it up. When I was finished, I took a seat in front of the television and watched something to take my mind off it. I was nervous about the whole thing, but my excitement outweighed it, and before long I felt a sense of resolve about seeing it through.

I had drifted off on the couch, and woke up when the girls got back to the house, swinging shopping bags as they came so see me in the living room. "Damn, I hope you didn't max out my card buying porn props!" I said as they sat down, big grins on their faces. They pulled brightly colored shirts, skirts, and lingerie from sacks and dangled them before me. "Are you going to wear all of those?" I asked, looking perplexed. 

"No," Maria said, "Of course not. We just got excited is all. Oh, yeah, here." She handed me some pieces of paper. "This is the script, learn your lines," she said.

"Lines?" I asked.

"Don't worry," Maria said, "It's really simple. You can even think of them as guidelines. We just don't want you trying to adlib, it would make things awkward."




How We Got into Porn Ch. 02



I read over the lines as the girls sorted their clothes. Lauren said, "I'm ready to get started. Dan, do you think you've got it?"

"Yeah, I've got it."

Maria began to delegate: "Ok. First thing's first. We need to get you two cleaned up. Go take a shower together, take your time, get comfortable together. But no cumming, we need you both fresh. I'll get the tripod set up."

I went and got into the shower, got it hot and began to wash myself. Lauren stepped into the shower behind me and slid the glass door shut. I ran my hands through my hair, then turned around to face her. "Here, come switch with me," I said and pulled her towards me. The water began to drench her hair and body.

She turned and looked into my eyes and said, "Dan, it's not too late to back out if you don't want to do this. It's my thing, and I don't want to pressure you into it."

"I'm a man. You don't have to worry about my decisions. If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't do it. Now come here." I pulled her against me and kissed her. We stood there kissing under the shower and my penis rose between her legs. She got on her knees, poured body wash into her hands, and began to clean me from the feet up. When she finished washing my cock, she gave it a little kiss. "Such a nice, big dick," she said, and stood up. She kissed me again on the lips, and said, "You can get out now. I still have to shave my legs."

When she finally got out of the shower, Lauren came to see Maria and me in the living room. "Ok, let's get you dolled up," said Maria. "Dan, go lie down in the bedroom and look over the script."

I was waiting on the bed for what seemed like hours when Maria paraded Lauren into the room. 

"What do you think?" Lauren asked and curtseyed. She was dressed in a short, blue tartan skirt, white leggings, and shiny black Mary Janes. A tiny, white tank top clung tightly to her body, her nipples struggling against the fabric. Maria had braided her long, blonde hair into pigtails. The only makeup she wore was a little pink lipstick and dark eyeliner. She spun around and looked at me brightly.

"So fucking cute," were the only words I could muster.

"Ok, let's get into place," said Maria, beginning to fiddle with the camera. "Lauren, go sit on the bed. Dan, come stand beside me off screen. Do you remember your names? Lauren, you're Lacey. Dan, you're Don. Let's do this." She repositioned the tripod to frame Lauren on the bed.

"And we're rolling," Maria said. She began to address Lauren: "Hello, there."

"Hi," Lauren said into the camera, drawing it out as she waved enthusiastically.

"What's your name?" asked Maria.

"Lacey."

"What are you doing here today, Lacey?"

"I'm here for class. I'm waiting for my teacher."

"Your teacher? What are you learning?"

"I'm going to learn how to be a good girl. My teacher is going to show me how to have my mouth fucked."

"Oh, yeah?" Maria continued, "You've never had your sweet little mouth fucked by a big dick?"

"No."

"What else are you here to learn today, Lacey?"

"I'm going to learn about having my little pussy fucked, and how to eat cum."

"Well, that sounds very exciting!" Maria said. "We have a very good teacher named Mr. Don who is going to show you all about how to handle a big dick. You're so cute, why don't you stand up and show us that gorgeous body of yours."

"Yes, ma'am," said Lauren, getting off the bed. She curtseyed, then spun around, her skirt and pigtails dancing.

"Can you take off your clothes for me, Lacey?" Maria asked.

Lauren peeled her tank top off, her tits springing loose. "Your skirt, too, Lacey," Maria said. Lauren wiggled out of her skirt, letting it fall around her feet. She had on pink panties, and she started to blush as she smiled into the camera.

"Ok," Maria told her, "the teacher will see you now." She gave me a little slap on the butt and I walked into the shot, naked and hard.

"Good morning, Mr. Don," Lauren chimed.

"Good morning, Lacey. I'm afraid panties aren't allowed in class. You'll have to give them to me." Lauren made a pouty face and pulled them off, revealing a narrow tuft of blonde hair. She now wore only knee-high stockings and black shoes. "That's much better," I continued, "Are you ready for your lessons?"

"Yes, sir! Please fuck my mouth, Mr. Don."

I walked to the bed, grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor. "Get down on your knees, Lacey." She got down, placed her hand on her knees and looked up at me. "Now Lacey, you're going to be gagging a lot once this penis is in your throat. But you won't stop. Not if you want to receive an A. Is this understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now show me that you're eager to learn." I stepped forward and presented her with my erection. She took me into her mouth, sucking and massaging the first couple inches with her tongue. Lauren was very eager. I began to worry if I could make it through the whole scene without shooting my load prematurely.

"Hold on a sec," Maria ordered.

"Is it ok so far?" Lauren asked.

"It's fine, I just need to move the camera." She picked it up and positioned it over my shoulder, looking down at Lauren.

"You ok, Dan?" Lauren asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'm about to wear you out," I said.

"Oh, yeah?" Lauren laughed, "I dare you."

"Ok, we're rolling," Maria interrupted. Lauren lifted my dick with one hand and took it back into her mouth.

"Look up at your teacher," I told her. Lauren looked up at me and into the camera with her big, bright blue eyes, rolling her tongue around my head. I took her pigtails into my hands, playing with them as she played with me. Then, without saying anything, I yanked her towards me, sinking my cock into her throat. I let it rest there, deep in her throat, pulling her against me by the pigtails. She started to gag, but I held on, testing her. Finally I pulled out, letting her gasp and drool just a bit.

I dragged her against me once more, letting my head rest in the back of her throat. "Do you want to get a good grade, Lacey?" I asked her. She tried to make some kind of affirmative grunt, but she gagged again. I pulled back.

"I want to earn an A, Mr. Don. Please fuck my mouth hard," she said. Maria moved around us with the camera, getting different angles. I took her by the pigtails again and began to fuck her mouth at a steady pace. She took it quietly at first, but as I quicken my pace she began to issue little moans. I didn't stop, and wet slapping sounds came from her mouth as I pounded it. She choked and I held her head down on my cock, letting her struggle to maintain her composure. When I pulled out this time, a wet stream flowed from her lips as she gasped and gaped. I turned her head to face the camera, now beside us, and mascara began to run down her cheeks.

I slapped her face with my dick a few times as she looked into the camera and began to smile again. She moved her head around, hunting for my cock as I teased her. I guided her back into position by the hair and let her have it again. She gagged louder than before, and I retracted, allowing her to spill some of the saliva from her mouth as she caught her breath. I repeated this again and again, each time her face emerging wetter and more disheveled than before. The dark makeup now ran freely down her cheeks.

"You're doing good, but you still need improvement. I'm going to need you to get up on the bed for me." Lauren got to her feet awkwardly and climbed onto the bed, facing me on all fours. "That's not the proper position," I said, "Grab your ankles." She reached behind her back and fumbled for a grip. When she found her ankles, she drew her chest up off the bed and faced me.

"Like this?" she said.

I approached her. She opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out and said, "Ah," waiting for me. Maria repositioned herself between my legs, shooting Lauren's face from below. I teased Lauren's expectant mouth with my dick, making wet slapping noises against her cheeks. I placed my hands on the back of her head and sunk my shaft back into her mouth. I moved in and out, building up momentum as she made noises like the glugging of a wine bottle, trying to accommodate my full length. I quickened my pace, then held it against the back of her throat, hard. She made a retching noise, and I let her retch.

She pulled back from me, ready to tap out, so backed out, letting her draw one loud breath, and then drilled her again. She glugged noisily on my cock, squishy sounds coming from the back of her throat. She gagged and choked, and I backed off to let her cough. She spit and blew little bubbles, staring wild-eyed into the camera. We did this over and over again, letting Maria shoot us from every position.

By about the fifth round, Lauren seemed to have forgotten about the camera. Whenever I gagged her and let her come up for air, she gasped and drooled, staring up at me with a shocked, lusty expression. Maybe it was the presence of the camera, but she was performing on a completely different level than the other night.

Maria was behind me again, filming Lauren over my shoulder. When she started to gag again, Maria pushed me out of the way, getting a shot of Lauren staring into the camera wide-eyed and panting, her open mouth curling into a grin. A long trail of sticky juices hung from her chin. She batted her eyes and licked her lips.

"Ok," she told us, "I've got a bunch of angles of this now. I think we've documented that you know how to choke on a dick."

"Good," said Lauren, wiping her eyes, "I don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm so wet and horny right now, if I don't come soon I'm going to jump through a window. Dan, can we skip the foreplay? If you stop and eat my pussy first, I'm going to scream. Just fuck me."

Maria said, "Alright, but get back into position first so we get a natural transition. Dan, help her find her ankles. Put your dick back in her mouth and go from there." We got into position. I didn't shove it back down her throat, but stood there letting her do all the work.

"Flip over," I said. She rolled onto her back, and I rotated her body so that her ass perched on the edge of the mattress and her feet fell to the floor. I lifted her legs and pushed them up until they pointed to the ceiling, standing over her. I dropped to the floor on my knees, pushing her legs further back to get a good look at her pussy. I knew she wanted to skip the foreplay, but I wanted to tease her. She wasn't going to object while Maria was still filming.

I held her legs against her chest by the backs of her knees, giving Maria a good shot of Lauren's pussy, fully exposed. Usually you can't tell a whole lot just from seeing a picture of a vagina without a woman's face to pair it with, but this pussy was so pretty, so fucking perfect that you would just know that it had to belong to a beautiful girl. A few curly locks of dark blonde hair hovered at the top, and underneath was a pretty, pink mess. Fully aroused by our game of fuck-the-throat, her lips were swollen and glistening. She squirmed a little bit, trying to lift her head and watch me. Maria moved around me, trying to find the best angle.

Getting the tripod in place, Maria said, "Ok, I've got a good shot. Just try not to hide her too much with your face."

"Quit teasing me!" Lauren complained. 

"Are you ready?" I asked Maria.

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead, baby," she replied.

I leaned in and gave Lauren a big, slow lick, my tongue trailing long strings of pussy juice as I drew away. Lauren cooed, her whole body shivering as I toyed with her in front of the camera. I gave her a few more licks, and each time she wriggled with impatience. Then I started making out with her cunt like it was my first kiss, making a mess without caring what I was doing.

"Dan, come here and fuck me!" she yelled in frustration, sitting up in bed. I looked over at Maria.

"Oh. We'll edit that out, Mr. Don. Better do what she says," Maria told me as she moved back to capture both of us. I got back on my feet and started to toy around with Lauren some more, slapping my dick against her swollen lips.

Lauren blurted out, "Fuck me, Mr. Don! You already taught my mouth! Teach my little pussy about your big, bad dick!"

That was the last encouragement I needed, and I pressed myself down onto her, filling her completely. Just then, Maria stopped us again: "Hold it. Let me switch positions." I froze, and Lauren pounded her fists on the bed.

"Not fair, Maria!" she cried. "I need it. Just hold the camera in your hands if you need to."

Maria didn't pay any attention, fumbling with the tripod as she sought the best angle. "You need this?" I asked Lauren, teasing her with a single violent thrust of my hips. "Ugh!" she moaned, staring into my eyes with hate-fuck intensity. But she said nothing else, just lay there and bit her lip.

"And, we're back," said Maria, adjusting the viewfinder. I started pounding Laura. She went limp under my weight, her limbs flopping helplessly.

Eventually, she opened her eyes up and looked at me, her curt moans growing louder with every thrust. She cried out, "It's so good. Fuck me harder! Harder! It's the best, your dick is the best, I fucking love it. Tell me you like it! Tell me you love my pussy!"

"You're a good student, and I love your tight little box," I said, pounding it like I wanted to split her in two.

"You like fucking my tight little pussy?" she cooed. I didn't say anything. I just kept banging her. Then she said, "Isn't it the best you've ever had?"

Even given the situation, I felt like a line had been crossed when she said it. I know we were supposed to be in character, but Maria was right there, filming us. It broke my rhythm, and when I looked over at my girlfriend, she just had a look. I don't know what look, the situation was too specific for there to be a word for it, but she had a look. She didn't stop filming or anything, but it just reminded me that I had my dick buried in strange.

I stopped fucking Lauren and commanded her, "Shut the fuck up and turn over, you dirty little slut!" She obeyed instantly, flipping over onto her belly. "Scoot up," I said, smacking her ass to make it sting. She dragged herself forward onto the bed. "No more talking," I told her as I climbed on top. As I straddled her, I waved Maria toward me to get a shot of her cunt as I worked my way into it. I held her flat against the mattress, spreading her legs further open with my knees as I began to move.

Already exhausted, Lauren laid her head against the mattress, going limp and grunting carelessly as I started to fuck her again. Her cunt felt best like this, and if we hadn't been making a movie, I would have let her lie there. But she was looking worn out, so I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up toward me like I was riding a sleigh. At least she looked awake. Lauren let her head droop and bob carelessly, but she moaned even louder than before. I forced one last orgasm out of her, and pulled my dick out slowly for the camera, showing Lauren's pussy lips collapse as I withdrew. I let go of her arms and let her flop forward onto the bed, breathing heavily as she lay there.

"Ok, baby, let's do your facial and wrap this up," Maria said, trying to coax her back up.

"Maria?" Lauren asked, still lying down, "Will you give me a little something. I'm so dizzy, I need a minute."

Maria returned with a shot glass full of tequila: "Here you go." 

Lauren tilted it. "That's much better," she said, making a wry face. It woke her up. "Come here, Dan, let me give you your reward," she continued, getting back down on her knees on the floor where we began. She wiggled her hips side to side and said, "Finish me off. Fuck my face like a cunt."

I was ready to. Maria trained the camera on us and I stuck my dick back down that little brat's throat. This time, I wasn't trying to pace myself for the camera, so I really let her have it. I held the back of her head with both hands and just tried to get myself off. She gagged some more, but didn't stop me. When I got tired of listening to her gag, I pulled out and let Maria come in closer. Lauren stuck out her tongue and titled her head back, looking at me, smiling. I erupted, shooting cum all over her face. 

I shot as much as I could onto her tongue, but I didn't care much about my aim at this point, and it got everywhere. I rubbed my dick all over her mouth, smearing cum across her cheeks. She was smiling, licking and slurping on my cock as noisily as she could. Then I remembered my line. "You get an A," I said.

"That's a wrap, fuckers," Maria said. She handed me the camera, then looked down at Lauren with pride. "You still have cum all over your face, sweetie," she said. Maria got down on her knees, then pushed Lauren down onto the carpet and cleaned her up with gentle licks. Then they started to kiss. I got all of that on camera.



How We Got into Porn Ch. 03



The following is a work of fiction, and all the characters depicted are over the age of 18.



"I love it! I fucking love it!" Lauren proclaimed. We were sitting together on the couch watching our movie on the big flat screen in the living room. Maria had spent the night after our filming editing the film, and it flowed without any of the awkward transitions we might have expected.

"Lauren, this is solid," I said. "I don't think anyone would confuse this with some homemade amateur tape. And Maria, you're a good director. And that voice you use when you're interviewing her in the beginning, so sexy."

"I feel good about it," Maria said. "No sense in wasting time, Lauren, why don't you take it over to your porno guy."

"About that," Lauren said, "I don't know. I wonder what would happen if we just posted it on one of those streaming video sites. I'd kind of like see what sort of reaction it gets first."

Maria thought and said, "Well, we can do whatever you want. But if you're planning on posting it on the internet, first I'm going to have to edit out the ending where I'm eating cum off your face."

Later that day, the girls posted the video on a streaming video site. We didn't know what to expect. We spent the rest of the week going back to our normal routine. We went to work, came home, ate, slept, and fucked. Lauren stayed with us all week, sleeping in the guest room. When her boyfriend finally returned from his trip later that week, she left. She was gone for two days, left him, and moved into our spare bedroom on Saturday. I don't know how long she held onto her apartment, but every time she came over it seems like she was carrying a few new things.

The Saturday she came back, she carried with her a single suitcase and a liquor store box. "I brought champagne!" she announced. "We have to celebrate. I have something to show you guys." She popped a bottle open and poured three coffee mugs of champagne. "Where's your laptop?" she asked. Maria sipped and pointed to the kitchen table. Lauren opened the computer and did a search for our video.

"Look!" she said, beckoning us impatiently. 

I approached the table and looked at the screen. Below our video, there was a very large number which I read aloud, "Two million, six-hundred and seventy-five thousand, three hundred and thirteen views."

"Holy shit!" Maria yelped. "If you go back for a second interview with that porn guy now, I think you're going to be able to name your price."

"I know," Lauren said, "But it's also got me thinking. Why don't I just make my own website? I've been looking into it, and if I start a subscription site and monetize it with ads, and people visit it like they've been watching me all week, I can make a boatload of money. We can make a boatload of money."

She had a point. We spent the weekend talking about the idea, reading everything we could about the business. By the middle of next week, I was having a friend of mine help us register our company. Everything began to move very fast after that. If we had waited and thought about it a little more, maybe we wouldn't have gone through with it. But we were young and full of energy. We had a month left before fall semester began, and we decided to dedicate ourselves to becoming pornographers.

Things accelerated so fast, in fact, that at first I thought maybe Lauren was using us as a springboard to launch her own career. However, it soon became clear that Maria was the one who was really in charge. I had contacts to help guide us through all the legal shit and advise us about how to approach things, but she had the master plan. She knew how to design and run a website, two very different talents that don't often come in one package. She knew how to write, direct, shoot a scene, and edit video. Those were just her technical skills. Like I said, she had a plan. As soon as Lauren floated the idea of starting our own site, the gears started turning in Maria's head.

She called us to the kitchen table and spelled things out: "Ok. We now have a legal business, over which we all exercise joint control. I've designed the site, and it's been through a trial run. Everything works. But we're not ready to launch it yet."

"Why not? The video is crazy popular. It's gotten up to over three million hits," Lauren said.

Maria continued, "Because we're not ready. For this to work, we have to develop content. We're going to use your video to draw fans to the site, and it's going to work. But if people click through to our site and there's nothing there but a picture of you, what's the point? We need to shoot more videos first, and we need to get new girls. I've come up with a timeline that should allow us to open up in three weeks, but it's going to require a lot of work."

"Three weeks?" I asked. "I've got to go back to school in five weeks, what the hell can we get done before then?"

"That depends on you guys," Maria said. "It can't work unless we agree to work together and do the following: first, Lauren, we need to get you and Dan on film every day, or at least every other day. The more the better, but Dan needs his strength. Second, we'll need to add new girls as quickly as possible. We're never going to get off the ground if all we have is video of you two. Lauren, that's your job. You need to do whatever you can to get girls to come in for auditions: test the waters at ballet practice, post on the web, and keep going to your club job."

"That's your main job, Lauren," she continued, "because if you could manage to talk me into have sex with you, then you're the best at it. But it's not just your job, we all need to keep it in mind that we'll need fresh talent. That's important. That's our one big advantage over the competition; we're harmless. We're young, hot, and charming. And Dan's got a big dick. There are nearly half a million girls living in this city between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five. How many of them are going to be more comfortable making a video with us than with a room full of greasy fifty-year-olds? All of them. At least if we pay them."

Lauren and I nodded. Maria said, "That brings us to you, Dan. You're starting school again soon, and you're going to need to concentrate on classes. All we need from you is your dick and money."

"You sure that's everything?" I asked . "What about you? You have classes beginning soon too, and that's three hours away from here."

"Well," she paused, "I'm taking the semester off. I've thought about this, and I think it would be a very good experience for me to throw myself into this. I'm going to give it a few months, and if nothing happens, so what? I miss a few classes and go back to school in January."

By the next week, we had rearranged things in the house to prepare for business. Lauren still stayed in the guestroom, but it now doubled as a set, complete with lights and a new coat of paint. In the living room, we set up a large desk for interviews. Lauren had gone to ballet practice, where she was hoping to coax one of the new girls back home to meet us. The girl she had in mind had said she would think about it a few days ago, and Lauren had returned to the theater to talk with her again.

My phone jingled. It was Lauren, calling from the car: "I'm on my way over there right now. Milana is following me. Tell Maria to get the camera ready, but keep it out of sight. I told her we're just coming over to do an interview."

Maria and I scrambled to get things ready and tidy up a bit. We had hardly sat down at the desk when they walked in. We got up and walked over to greet them. Milana was tall, gorgeous, and spoke with a European accent. We invited them pull up chairs to the desk and offered them something to drink. Milana refused politely, but Lauren went and poured herself some white wine.

"So, Milana," I began, "That's a beautiful name. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Denmark. I just moved here, what, five months ago? I came here to study dance."

"Milana is very talented," said Lauren, "She's being modest. She also teaches traditional ballet classes at the theater."

"Well, yes," Milana said, laughing a little embarrassedly, "But I'm here to study first and foremost. And there is a greater chance here that I may find a job touring with a company."

"So why have you come here today, Milana?" Maria asked.

"Well," she paused, smiling coyly, "Lauren has been telling me all about you guys, how you are starting an internet business. She asks if I might have an interest in being in one of your movies? I wanted to come see for myself." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Have you ever done any adult film before?" Maria asked.

"I have been in one once, before I left Denmark. It was nothing too serious, shall I say? It was only something I made with my boyfriend, not for show. Not a lot of experience, I know, but I am only nineteen."

"Fair enough," I said, "Why don't we get down to it? Lauren's told you about the site, what we're trying to do with it. Let me tell you about the process. If you decide you want to work with us, you'll be paid on a per-scene basis. Here's a sheet with the information. All the scenes will be with me, Lauren, or the two of us together. If you want to do it, the first thing we'll need to do is an on-camera audition. That's not something you'll be paid for, and it's not something that will end up on our website, or anywhere else for that matter, unless you later agree to it."

"And what do I do for the audition?" asked Milana.

"Just whatever you're comfortable with," I replied. "In fact, that's the point of it. We need to see what you're like on camera before we commit to hiring you. Like I said, it'll be private, and no one but us will see it unless you want them to."

"I think yes, I would like to audition," she said, "When can we do this?"

"Whenever you want," I said. "We can start shooting right now if you want to get it out of the way. Or we can schedule a time later in the week."

"Um," she paused, biting her lip, "I think I want to right now. But first I think I'll have that drink." Lauren got up and grabbed the bottle of wine.

"Something harder, perhaps?" Milana stopped her. Lauren brought over a bottle of tequila and one glass. Milana poured herself a shot and drained it. "Ok, ready!" she said, standing up.

"Hold on, hold on," Maria said, bouncing out of the room to get the camera. She came back with it ready and started shooting. "Say hi to the camera, Milana," she said.

"Hello," Milana smiled and waved. Kicking her sandals off, she climbed onto the desk and stood up, towering over us. She swayed her hips and said, "You know I am a dancer, so put on some music." Lauren turned on the stereo.

Milana moved her hips slowly to the music. Her long legs disappeared up into a pair of tiny khaki shorts. She wore a tight, red, spaghetti strap blouse. Milana had that even, golden Nordic complexion and very dark hair that hung to her neck. Her eyes were dark and intelligent, her lips full. Her beauty was intimidating. She was an athlete. Her body was built for fun. At first I had thought her a little shy, but when she began to dance on the desk, staring down at me, I realized I was mistaken.

She peeled off her blouse, freeing her breasts, and swiveled her hips as she unbuttoned her shorts. She looked into the camera and bit her lip as she slowly unzipped them, teasing them loose and dropping them to the desk. That was all she wore. Underneath her shorts, not a single wisp of hair hid her pussy. It was naked and smooth, just a tiny crevice where her legs met. She had only one vague tan line wrapping her hips in slightly paler V. She turned around, grinding to the music, and lowered herself to her knees, looking at me.

"May I show you some more?" she asked, "Are you going to participate?"

"You show me the way," I said.

Milana swung her legs around off the desk and kneeled before me. "Stand up?" she said. I stood. She leaned into my crotch and began to unfasten my jeans with her teeth. I'd never had a girl do this to me before, but she did it, and did it without great difficulty, unzipping me with her teeth. She pulled my pants down and helped me step out of them, then pulled off my boxers as well. "Sit down," she ordered. She wiggled toward me a little more, leaned down and took my head into her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. She pouted her lips and slapped by cock against them, pausing to ask, "Waking up yet?"

I was waking up quickly, my cock swelling as she took it back into her mouth. She sucked hard and let it pop out of her mouth with a loud smack, did it again, then leaned down on it, wriggling her jaw until her lips were nearly at the base of my shaft.

"Ooh," said Maria, perched on my shoulder with the camera, "I Dan's going to like you."

Milana pulled her head up and smiled at the camera, blowing it kiss. Little strings of spit hung between her lips and the tip of my cock. "You're bigger than my boyfriend," she said, turning my dick in her hand as she examined it. "About the same length, but this one is bigger around." She winked into the camera and said, "I bet you're a lucky little girl. This is, a lot." Milana laughed and stuck her tongue out and guided me back inside. She began slurping on it with more intensity, like it was me she was out to impress and not the camera.

"Look up at me, sweetie," said Maria. Milana pressed her shoulders forward and tilted her head back, staring into the camera as she flicked her tongue against my the back of my head.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Milana asked, staring up with open eyes as she licked and kissed my erection.

"I don't think you've left me much choice," I said. "How about you get back up on that desk?"

Milana stood up and sat back on the desk. "Lie back," I told her. She reclined, bringing her knees up so she just barely fit on the desktop, her heels at the edge in front of me. She toyed with her hair and Maria circled the desk with the camera, shooting Milana prone and vulnerable.

"What do you want me to do, Milana?" I asked.

"Eat my pussy," she said, squeezing her tits.

I spread her legs apart, holding her behind the knees, and scooted my chair up closer to the desk. Her vagina was spotless and pink, bald as a beach ball. She was so young and fit that she had no muff. Her vagina sported a proud hood and wavy little blossom of flesh.

"Ooh, Milana, you're beautiful," cooed Maria.

"Milana, you want to get yourself wet for me?" I suggested.

"I think I already am, you just can't see," she said, reaching down and slipping her middle finger inside. She massaged it in and out, then withdrew her wet finger and rubbed herself violently. She held her hand up to my mouth. "See?" she said.

I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked on them. She tasted as fresh as she looked. I leaned down and whorled my tongue around her opening in slow circles, then pressed my tongue inside.

"Ooh! It feels good," she said. "My boyfriend never did this."

"Wow," said Lauren, leaning against the desk to inspect Milana's pussy, "this is a special day for you. Dan, can I try?"

I didn't want to stop, but Maria tapped me on the shoulder and I sat back in my chair. Lauren kneeled in front of the desk and sucked Milana's pussy lips. Milana hummed in appreciation as Lauren buried her face in snatch. She ate her eagerly and Milana lifted her head, trying to watch. She soon gave up, throwing her head back as she cried out, grinding her hips against Lauren's mouth. Lauren kept her position as Milana squirmed around hunting her tongue, as if finding it, it would fill her completely.

"Ok, Lauren, you've tasted it. Move over. Do you want to have sex, Milana?" I asked.

"Don't tease me, take me," she said.

I got to my feet and took my dick in my hand, smearing it around her opening. I pulled her toward me off the desk a little more and pressed into her. She was very slick. Still, getting into her was like rolling on a condom: water tight.

"Oooo," she sang, looking into my eyes intently. I started thrusting against her, drawing myself out every time so that only the head of my penis held her open. I slammed it hard and fast, our skin slapping together noisily as I moved. She stopped singing and blurted out short, deep "Ugh"s each time I hit it, staring at me with a snarl on her lips. She took her hands off the desk and pulled me on top of her for a kiss. I began to lose my balance, but Lauren picked up my feet and held them under her arms, allowing me to rock back and forth on top of Milana as I held her ankles down against the desk. Her pussy held me like a fist I was trying to break free of. I stood back up and let Maria get a good shot of her. She writhed and rubbed herself with one hand, the other clenching the corner of the desk.

"Flip over and show me doggy style," I told her. She rolled and got to her knees, pressing her head down against the desk. She waved her gaping cunt at the camera, teasing it with her fingers. Now I climbed on the desk, squatting behind her. I pushed my cock down to find her opening and worked my way back inside. Gripping her hips, I found my balance and began to punish her like we were having make-up sex, just fucking her numb. She screamed and drooled on the table, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she took it.

She came again, hard, crying out with a pinched face. I stopped moving to tease her and felt her contractions; she moved herself back against me, trying to do the fucking. It was cute. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I felt good.

"Are you ready for my cum?" I asked.

"Yes, come on my face," she pleaded, getting on the floor and crawling to her knees.

"Open up and stick out your tongue," I said.

"Look up at the camera, Milana," Maria added.

Milana opened her dark, lusty eyes and stuck her tongue out, grinning as she did. "Come all over my sweet little lips," she said, squeezing her tits together.

I worked myself up, aiming at her mouth, and let go, shooting strings and drops of cum all over her face and in her mouth. She grabbed my cock with one hand and sucked on it hard, making me groan. Her mouth opened back up and she began wiping my cock all over her face, using it to wipe cum into her mouth. She placed shy little kisses on my head and shaft as she cleaned it, acting all innocent and curious. She knew how to be sexy.

"Give me that camera," I said. "Milana, look up at me and say Ah."

"Aah!" she said, showing us a big mouthful.

"You're hired," I said. Milana swallowed and opened her mouth back up for the camera.

II

After that I began to get a sense of entitlement about the women around me; if I could have Milana, I could have anyone. Maria and I slept in the same bed together, but I felt less and less like I owed her a special allegiance. All of our sexual encounters this far had been together, even when I was fucking the other girls, she was filming it. That began to change.

The next day Maria left to do errands, leaving Lauren and I alone at the house. Lauren and I went out and sat in the sun by the pool. I swam while she sunbathed. From the pool I said to her, "Lauren, come over her and sit. We should talk about tomorrow." She sauntered over in her baby blue bikini and sat down next to me, dangling her legs in the water.

"What about tomorrow?" she asked, chewing a stick of gum.

"Maria wants us to do another scene together."

"Ok," she shrugged. "She's the boss. Like she said, we need to get as much tape shot as we can before our site goes up."

"She wants us to do the scene with Milana, too," I added.

"Oh," she said, looking down.

"Is something wrong with that? I mean, you didn't have any problem getting intimate with her during the audition," I said, trying to feel her out.

"I know. It's just that she acts so professional, like she really knows what she's doing. Plus she's gorgeous; I don't want to think about I'm going to look like on screen next to her."




How We Got into Porn Ch. 03



"Hey, come on now, you're beautiful. And you were great on screen in our first scene."

"I was awkward," she complained.

"Not really," I said, "but it was your first time on camera, and trust me, any awkwardness came across as cute."

"Really?" she looked up.

"Well, yeah. Guys like that, and that's our audience, anyhow."

"Why do guys think that's cute?"

"I don't know, it's something about inexperience that's a turn-on for a lot of guys. It's like how our ears perk up when we find out some girl is a virgin. I think we're hardwired that way. I know it doesn't make sense, but that's because it's more like a feeling, and girls are wired the other way around; you don't want a guy who fumbles around and comes in his pants. It's not sexy. But a girl who can't contain herself and starts coming in the back of the movie theater after just a little touching and fooling around, that's good stuff."

She looked at me a little incredulously, screwing her eyes up and laughing."

"Hey, I didn't make the rules," I said.

"Well, maybe I don't want to be cute," she said after a second. "I would rather be professional on screen, like a girl who's never surprised or intimidated." She looked down at me, her eyes just visible through her sunglasses, held my chin up by the fingers and asked, "Do you think I have what it takes to be a professional, Mr. Don?" She was teasing me now. 

"You'll get there with practice," I said.

"I could say the same to you," she retorted.

"Hey!" I yelled, splashing her with water. She shrieked and up and ran around the pool. "Come back here!" I said, swimming after her.

She ran around to the other end of the pool and stopped on the diving board. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, putting a finger on her lips and turning the ball of her foot.

"If I catch you I'm going to give you a swimming lesson," I replied.

"I don't need any swimming lessons," she said, and dove into the deep end. She travelled across the pool underwater, surfacing inches in front of me, running her hands up over her face and then back through her hair to peel off the skein of water. She opened her eyes wide and found mine, her chest expanding just above the water line with a large breath. I placed my hands on her hips. She looked at me intently and placed her hands on my shoulders. We both leaned in and kissed, soft at first, then deeply. She wrapped her legs around me and I put my hands under her to support her.

"This is wrong," she said, pulling back.

"It's just a little practice, for tomorrow," I said meekly. She kissed me again. I pressed her body against the wall of the pool, my fingers beginning to wander and explore the texture of her flesh through her bikini bottoms.

"I want you, Dan," she whispered in my ear.

She was surprised when I lifted up from the water, then realized what I meant to do and helped herself onto the bricks. Now she perched on the edge, her feet in the water. I spread her legs a little, and a little more when she didn't resist. "Do you want me?" she asked. I didn't say anything, but pushed her back gently, and she reclined slowly onto the bricks. I looked at the crease in her blue bikini bottoms, rubbed it with my thumb. She reacted with a little jump. I rubbed it some more and her thighs began to squirm around in that dance a girl's legs do when her panties are ready to come off.

"Dan, stop! You're going to make me wet!" she said, her head back, her eyes closed. But she didn't want to stop; nothing in her body language said anything but "take me." I made her wet. Soon then wetness from the pool in the crotch of her baby blue bikini mixed with the slippery girl juices bleeding through the fabric. I rubbed my hand there like I was polishing the toe of a shoe. Her hips continued to move impatiently.

"Dan, don't tease me," she whispered. I tugged on one end of the bow that secured her bikini bottoms, letting the knot slowly fail. I teased them loose, biting the elastic and stretching it toward me. "Give me that," she interrupted, taking the blue fabric from my mouth and hurling it into the deep end.

Just then we heard Maria's car pull up in the driveway. The engine turned off and the door shut before we could even process the information. She was returning with groceries, which meant she was seconds away from coming through the back gate and seeing us together. Lauren got to her feet and dove into the pool toward her swimsuit. I pushed off the side and did a casual backstroke into the shallow end, coming to a rest on the steps as Maria walked onto the patio, her arms full of stuff.

"Hey, what's going on," she said and stopped at the edge of the pool.

"Just being lazy, finishing a swim," I said.

"What's with her?" Maria asked, swinging a bag to gesture at Lauren's shape deep under the choppy water.

"I think she's trying to find out how long she can hold her breath," I said. She was down there for a while, then surfaced at the ladder and took an eager breath. She climbed the ladder out of the pool, her bottoms were reattached.

"Wow. That was impressive," said Maria. Lauren looked at her in apprehension, the water dripping off of her. "You were down there for a long time!" Maria added.

"Yeah," Lauren smiled, "I love your pool."

III

Later Lauren made dinner for us. We ate chicken and drank red wine. After dinner, Maria complained about the pain in her knee; she had twisted it at the theater during a rehearsal the day before. She put her leg on the table. Her knee was bruised and swollen.

"I'm going to take some pills and go to bed," she said. She fished in her purse and withdrew an orange prescription bottle, twisted it open and spilled some medicine into her hand, tilted her hand to return a few white pills to the bottle, then cupped her mouth and followed it with wine.

We sat at the table and talked about some television show for a time. Maria and Lauren liked the show and I did not; we argued back and forth about whether the star was as funny as he was billed. They agreed that he lacked the wit of a good comic but insisted that he was still funny because he was good at acting like a putz. I said he was good at it because he had had a lot of practice. Maria's eyes drooped while she talked, the pain medicine was very strong and she was becoming tired. I offered to carry her to bed, she didn't want to put any more weight on her ankle.

Maria held her arms out, and I lifted her out of the chair. I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her onto the bedspread.

"Help me get undressed," she said, "I don't think I have the energy." I loosened her jeans and peeled them down to her knees. They got bunched up there so I had to finish pulling them off from the ankles. Her eyes were closed, just a hint of a smile on her lips. She wore lacy black panties and a black t-shirt. I grabbed her shirt and pulled her toward me. She was nearly limp and the shirt came off of her easily.

"I'm not sleepy," she said dreamily, "You can have sex with me if you want."

"Why don't I give you a massage first," I suggested.

"Mmm," she assented. I rolled her over on her stomach and unfastened her bra and kneaded my palms into her back. She made weak moans of appreciation, but soon she was asleep, her sweet face drooling on the mattress.

I got up and walked off into the kitchen. The television was on. Lauren sat with her knees drawn up on the middle of the green leather sofa and held the remote up in one hand. She didn't acknowledge me until I'd finished walking around the kitchen and set a drink in front of her on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. She had on one of my oversized t-shirts that read: "Free Tacos Tomorrow."

"Hey," she said.

"I made you a gin and tonic," I said. "What are we watching?"

"Thanks," she picked up the drink and took a little sip. "I don't know. I'm just surfing. Is there something you want to watch? I don't know what's on right now."

I didn't say anything and watched the screen and we sipped our drinks and Lauren flipped through the channels, stopping on a movie that looked like it involved a lot of surfing. Then the channel changed to a music video. A man wearing a cowboy hat was singing very earnestly about his love of something, in a twanging voice.

"Country music?" I asked indignantly.

"Sorry, I dropped the controller," she said and stared at the screen, "I told you I don't care what we watch. You can change it if you want."

I doubled over and leaned towards the carpet, scanning the floor for the remote. "You sure you don't have it, I can't see it," I said, the blood rushing to my head.

"I'm sure," she said, "I think it went under the couch."

I got down on the floor and put my ear to the carpet. "There it is, it's behind your feet under the couch."

"I told you," she said.

I shuffled over and she lifted her foot up and put it on my shoulders as I fished the channel changer from between her feet. I rose up between her legs clutching the remote and she looked at me and I realized we were flirting. She put her heels on my shoulders and nudged me closer, looking down at me with a playful smirk. As her legs spread to embrace me, her long t-shirt retracted up her legs to the hip. She wore nothing under them, bringing me close to her blonde-on-pink mess.

"Please," she whispered.

I folded her legs back on the couch, putting her into that vulnerable position where a girl feels a little embarrassed and exposed until you show her a little love. She stared at me expectantly with her mouth open slightly. I've said it before, but Lauren had a beautiful pussy. She had just enough curly blonde hair that it failed to hide her full, pink lips. I leaned down and made out with her snatch like I was in love with her. She craned her neck forward to watch me, covering her mouth with one hand to stifle her moans. I kept playing with her after she came, tracing around her lips with the tip of my tongue.

"Dan," she whispered, "Do you want to come to my room?"

I helped her up from the couch and she led me by the hand, down the hall to the guestroom. It was very dark in the room. We fell on the bed and started to kiss, fast eager kisses as she undid my belt and pants. The illicit nature of our rendezvous made us all the more aroused. Lauren pulled her shirt off and climbed on top of me, guiding my cock into position. She sank down slowly and let out a sigh of relief. She rocked on me violently and the headboard clapped against the wall. She leaned forward and steadied it with one hand. I leaned up and squeezed her breasts together and sucked on her fat little nipples. Lauren came closer and kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth as our hips grinded together. 

"This is too hot, you're going to make me come," I whispered.

Lauren didn't stop. She pressed herself hard against me with every movement, breaking our kiss just long enough to whisper, "I want you to come inside me."

I lost control and began to ejaculate. She kissed me harder and milked me with her body. After I was finished and it got tender I pushed her off of me and we clung tightly together in bed, kissing and caressing each other's hair. It did not feel the same as the sex we had before, with Maria or onscreen. 

"Dan," she whispered, "Does this change things?" Lauren was serious and she searched my face.

"I don't know," I said unsurely, "I mean, we have a business to run now, and Maria is essential to that business. And I love her."

"You're right, I shouldn't have started this," she said. "It's just difficult being around you and her all the time. I got greedy and now I wish I hadn't. Because that felt so good that I know I'm going to want it again. Dan, it felt like we were trying to make a baby."

Her normally cute and cheerful face had become somewhat somber and very beautiful. We locked together in slow and tender kiss. Our bodies felt like they had made some sort of agreement, a unity that would not be easily undone or forgotten.

"You should go now and go to bed with Maria," she said.

I left her there in the dark and slipped into bed with my girlfriend, who slept silently on her stomach as I had left her. I worried myself about Lauren, but decided that Maria was partially to blame as well. It was she, after all, who had brought Lauren into our bed and into our lives. I knew this was not a proper excuse, but it allowed me to stop thinking about the whole thing long enough to fall asleep.



How We Got into Porn Ch. 04



I was making coffee in the kitchen when Maria came in looking mischievous, her hands behind her back. She wore dark-framed glasses and light yellow dress. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

"Don't think I forgot," she said, "It's your birthday!" She brought forth a small, wrapped package from behind her back and presented it to me.

"I'd almost forgotten, myself," I said as I accepted it and toyed with the bow.

"Go ahead," she coaxed.

I undid the wrapping paper and removed the lid from the paper box. Inside was an watch with an elegant metal band.

"You never wear one, so I thought maybe you would try it," she said.

"I love it!" I said, snapping it onto my wrist.

"I'm glad," Maria said shortly, and dropped to her knees. She took hold of my belt and pulled me closer. I reached over and grabbed the camera off of the countertop.

"How about we turn this birthday party into your audition?" I asked, opening the viewfinder. Maria paused in thought.

"Alright," she said, and began unbuckling me. I turned on the camera and caught her still grappling with my pants. They fell around my ankles and Maria giggled. She kissed it and played with it, staring up into the camera as my cock expanded to its full size in her mouth.

"Is this your first time on film, Maria?" I asked.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, getting it all the inside her.

She worked on me like she really needed a job, slurping and licking, moving her head back and forth rapidly. Something about being on camera makes a girl really cut loose, and Maria was no exception. She smiled up at me as she licked the head of my dick, looking like a sexy librarian with her glasses and pulled-back hair.

"Are you ready for the money shot?" I asked.

"Ooh, yeah. Give me your cum. I want it all over my face," she pleaded, pouting her lips. She pumped my cock and pointed it at her open mouth. I went a little weak in the knees as I started to come, and she flinched just a bit as the first stream slapped against her cheek and into the corner of her eye. She squinted the one eye and I kept shooting, covering her entire face in long ropes of cum. She squeezed the last drops onto her lip and took me back in her mouth, sucking me dry. She slapped my dick on her cheeks and smeared the cum around, breaking into laughter as she finished her work.

"Can I have a job now?" she asked smiling into the camera, little strings of cum dripping from her lips and chin.

"I think so, I just have to pass the tape along to my boss," I said, making her laugh as she wiped a hand across her mouth. I started to wonder if she wanted to act; to really be one of the actresses on our website.

Later on that day I caught Maria at her computer watching our video greedily. I walked up behind and placed my hands on her shoulders: "You thinking about hiring that girl?" I asked.

"I like it," she said. "It has a totally different feel from the other videos we've shot so far."

"Well, that's because you're in it," I said.

"Yeah, but that's not all. It's how it's just you holding the camera; it just feels different, in a good way. I think you should start shooting videos like this, in addition to the normal scenes."

"Are you going to put this up on the site?" I asked.

"No, not right now, anyway," she said, "I like it, but I'm not sure that I want to commit to having my face on the internet like that. Maybe someday. But you should use Lauren. We still need tons more videos. Just shoot some whenever, days when we're not shooting a full scene."

"Yeah but you're always gone, running around town looking for equipment and investors and stuff," I added.

"I don't need to be here. Just make sure to tell me about it so I know to put it on my computer and edit it; otherwise I'll end up erasing it when we shoot."

I realized then that I had an excuse to mess around with Lauren; as long as we filmed it, it would be ok. Lauren doesn't feel neglected, and no one gets their feelings hurt. I hoped this would be a resolution to the Lauren problem. 

"Why don't you mention it to her, first," I said, "Just so she's comfortable with it."

II

Maria was gone a lot those days, indeed, leaving Lauren and I shut up in the house together. She would run around working on the business, and we had a lot of time on our hands. That we grew close shouldn't come as a surprise; pent up so much with just the two of us, we were bound to end up either bonding or hating each other. But that was all to come, and since our unexpected sexual encounter the week before, we had tiptoed around one another awkwardly.

It was Monday. After the three of us had breakfast together at the kitchen table, Maria through a purse on her shoulder and headed out for the day; she had a meeting with a rich gentleman who she hoped would invest in our company. I had money. I had the house, the car, and I was bankrolling the business. But my funds were limited; everything I had came from my parents, who stuffed my bank account without much thought and figured it was all for college. So when Maria demanded fifty thousand dollars for cameras, lenses, lights, and about a million other little things, I knew it was much more than I could get my hands on. She was adamant, though, that we would need at least this much to get our business off the ground.

So we looked for investment. Maria was the only one with any real business experience, knowing how and what to present to someone, so she made the calls. And she went at it with remarkable persistence and equanimity; it is very difficult to get a man with money to meet with you if you are looking for money to make pornography. Maria was shot down constantly, sometimes with outrage and disgust on the part of the investor, who had to have known what it would be about, but when confronted with the details couldn't muster the civility to pony up or gracefully refuse.

On this day, Maria had a meeting with man who owned several pubs around the city. I'd actually been the connection in this case, as I'd hung around one of his bars late one night last week and had spoken with him --both of us drunk- about the business. Our drunkenness could not be discounted, but he seemed genuinely interested in our project and had given me his number and told me to give him a call next week.

Maria left waving and jingling the car keys at Lauren and I sipping coffee on the couch. The door closed and the television was tuned to some vampire movie broadcast far too early in the day for my taste. But I watched anyway, wondering if the bright morning light streaming into the house would melt the fanged teenagers off the screen.

"Change it," I said, stretching my arm to give Lauren a push on the shoulder.

"No," she responded without budging, pretending I wasn't really there.

"We've already seen this. Just see what else is on," I insisted.

"I like this movie; I don't remember what happens."

"We watched this last week!" I complained, stretching my arm toward the screen. I saw her crack a slight smile, so I lunged for the remote in her hands. She fell back and resisted and I held her down and plucked the controller from her outstretched hand.

"Thank you," I said, settling back in my place on the couch, flipping through the channels.

"This, is an outrage!" Lauren yelled and hurled herself against me. She straddled my lap and tried for the remote, which I held behind my head.

"It's too damn early for vampires!" I yelled. "And when we watched it last week you made fun of it the whole time!" She continued to grope for the remote as I passed it from hand to hand.

Before she could seize it, I wrapped my arms around her back, holding the controller fast against her, and with her arms still flailing behind my head, she fell unbalanced against me; her big, soft tits smothering my face.

"Ok, you win!" she yelled, her head almost behind mine. I loosened my grip and she settled back in my lap, looking me in the face blankly. "What do you want to watch?" she asked.

"I don't know yet, I can't see the TV," I said, "If you want to see a movie, I'll find another movie." I tried not to stare at her chest, heaving under a pink tank top. My hands rested on her hips automatically, without thinking. I realized I wasn't just resting my hands on her, but gripping her, just slightly, my fingers testing the firmness of her ass. She wore small grey shorts of terry cloth. Her skin felt soft and good through the cotton, softer than you would think if you looked at a picture. She continued to look at me with her blank expression, the one that tells you that whatever happens next is for you to decide and won't be second-guessed.

I started to say, "Um, did Maria tell you that she wants us to start making movies on our own time?" but Lauren interrupted me with an affirmative, "Uh huh," and kissed me. My hand moved over the back of her ass in the grey shorts and rested in her crotch, massaging the warmth there. I could feel the outline of her pussy through the fabric, even pushing it slightly into her as I felt her. I reached under her shirt with my other hand and unhooked her bra in a single motion.

She sat back for me to pull her shirt off, panting at me with rosy cheeks and her mouth half-open. The pink blouse peeled over her breasts and her bra flopped into our lap, her tits heaving slightly, big, exposed, and erect. I leaned in to appreciate them, squeezing and sucking on them as she coached me to explore the limit of what she considered the pleasure side of pain. She told me to bite, then stopped me when it was too hard; made me pull on them like they would come off, then tell me to let them rest. Lauren had perfect tits. Tits can be perfect in a number of ways; perfectly small and tight, perfectly puffy, perfectly big and saggy, perfectly plastered with silver-dollar nipples, perfectly tiny with nipples like dimes, perfectly erect and brown like milk duds. I could go on. It's not a science, but double C's on a petite girl, crowned with nipples like ripe pink blueberries is one way to do it. That was Lauren.

I pulled her shorts to one side and her pussy spilled into my hand. She was very wet and she moved her hips as I explored her with my fingers. There was no more mention of making a movie that day; we didn't. We stripped and made love on the couch; it didn't feel like casual sex, it felt like making love. The way she looked in my eyes when she came, it was just different. And it was a little frightening. With Maria gone all day, we had to fill the time with something, so we went to the zoo, came back and went swimming. It was fun and dangerous; we were sabotaging our business before it even began.

III

Soon classes began and I had to divide my time between studying at the University and working on the business at home. I took a very light course load that fall so I could give my other career the attention it deserved. Maria had secured a small investment from a local man who probably agreed to it on the off-chance he would get to come to the set or something. We issued no such promises, but the fantasy was strong enough to get him to open his wallet. It was enough to purchase a nice camera and several lenses to use for still photography, something we had forgotten to include in our initial enthusiasm. We were still short, though. It became evident that finding someone to host the site would be much more expensive than we'd thought.

Lauren, Maria and I had all expected the most difficult part of the business would be recruiting starlets. But that part was easy. And after our first couple of movies with Milana, she also started working as a talent scout. She taught dance classes at the theater and two other local colleges, giving her ample opportunity to spot the kind of girls we were looking for. And she was good at it.

The first girl she brought us was a college girl who'd been taking Milana's dance class, and had asked her for some private lessons of the pole dancing variety. They bonded that way, and soon Milana nudged this girl in our direction. Her name was Ashley. She was twenty, a dirty-blonde with a tight body; small tits but a cute round butt. She was slightly nervous, but excited and mostly happy and smiling about the purpose for which she'd come. Lauren, Maria and I were seated at our desk in the living room and we got up to great her.

"Hi guys, this is Ashley," said Milana, introducing us individually.

We went through the preliminaries and I ended with, "Any questions?"

"No. I know why I'm here, let's do this. Just tell me what to do," she said.

Maria got up and started getting the video camera ready, and Lauren fitted the still camera with a different lens. Maria had taught Lauren how to use the camera so we could basically do everything at one time.

"Alright, strip!" Maria commanded. Ashley stood and pulled her white blouse over her head, then began unbuckling her jeans as Lauren snapped photos. She stood smiling in matching pink underwear.

"Let me see those little titties," Maria coaxed. Ashley unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, revealing her small, firm breasts, capped with half-dollar puffy nipples. 

"I'm small, I know," Ashley giggled.

"No, you're gorgeous. And perfectly proportioned," Maria said. "Now why don't you turn around and show us your cute little butt." Ashley turned and shook a little for the camera. She had a symmetrical tattoo on the small of her back that reminded me of the bat symbol. Then she doubled over and touched her toes, her pink panties curling into a big pink heart. The bottom of the heart swelled and wrinkled with the shape of her pussy lips.

"You want to climb up on this table and let our boy play with you a little bit?" Maria asked.

"Yes, please!" she said, standing back up and crawling onto the desk. "How do you want me?"

"Just lie down on your back," I said. "Let's see what you're hiding under those little panties." She bit her lip to stifle a smile and lifted her hips as I slowly peeled the pink cotton off her. Ashley had a slight, healthy tan than covered her entire body evenly. Her pussy was completely hairless and smooth, and glistened with arousal.

"Do you like to masturbate, Ashley?" I asked.

"Um, yes," she answered.

"Why don't you show us?" I encouraged her. She reached between her legs and felt herself, slipping a finger inside herself and withdrawing it to spread the lubrication. She began to breathe heavily as she massaged the top of her vagina with one hand, rubbing it vigorously.

"Ooh!" she cooed as her petting produced wet, slippery noises.

"Are you ready for a dick in your mouth?" asked Maria, focusing on Ashley's face. She nodded her head. I took my pants off and she flipped over on her stomach, studying my crotch as I pulled my cock out. She took it into her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked. She stopped and looked up at me.

"Are we going to have sex?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. I moved her small body around on the desk with ease, getting her in the missionary position on the edge of the desk. I told her, "Pull your legs back and hold them against your chest." She complied, holding her knees flat against the desktop beside her breasts.

"Like this?" Ashley asked.

"That's good," said Maria, "You're doing great, baby. You're so beautiful." Lauren moved around the desk, getting Ashley in this vulnerable position from different angles. Her pussy was swollen and pink and the area all around it was covered in her own juices. I took my cock in hand and toyed with Ashley, slapping it against her cunt. I rubbed it in circles around her wet lips, edging them open just a little with my head. She took big, lusty breaths while I teased her to full attention, begging for it with her body language.

I eased into her slowly. Ashley took sharp breaths and grimaced as her pussy stretched to accommodate me. We could all tell it was more than she was used to.

"You're doing great, baby," Maria said, running her hand through Ashley's hair.

"It's really big," Ashley said. I worked my way deeper inside until I bumped into her cervix.

"Ow!" she yelped.

"Sorry, Ashley," I said, "I just want to see how much of it you can handle. We'll go slow." I pulled back so just my head was keeping her open, and moved in and out slowly. She looked into my eyes with stunned, lusty arousal at this whole new situation she found herself in.

"Oh, it feels so good," she said, "Go faster." I increased my pace, but didn't stick it all the way in. She was very tight. When I pulled back her pussy lips clung to my shaft like a damn rubber band. "Do it harder," she commanded. "Please?" she added.

"I don't know if you can handle it, Ashley," I said.

"No, it feels good now. I was just scared at first. I want it hard."

"Ok, but I don't think your boyfriend's going to be very happy. I'm going to wreck this little pussy," I cautioned her.

"I don't care, just give it to me!" she said. I pushed into her forcefully and she let out a loud "Ugh!" But she didn't grimace, she liked it. I started pounding her hard and fast, and she jerked her head from side to side, crying out in ecstasy. "Wreck my little pussy, you fucking fuck!" she yelled. I let her come, then pulled out and her cunt gaped open.

"Roll over on your tummy, Ashley," I said. She stared at me with a look of frustrated confusion, her mouth hanging open. She rolled over and lay flat on the desk. I got onto the desk and stood up. I reached under her hips and pulled them up to get her in the doggy pose. Crouching down, I fitted my cock back into her tight little hole. I fucked her deep, standing with my knees bent as she grunted like an animal, staring wide-eyed into the camera.

"Okay, Ashley, when I pull out I want you to swing around and get on your knees so I can come in your face."

"Uh-huh!" she said in between grunts. I pulled out and she knelt beneath me. She smiled, looked up and stuck her tongue out. I felt the orgasm building and I gushed hot streams of milky cum onto her tongue. She stared up at me with her eyes open until I was finished, cum dripping from her nose and tongue.

"You did great, Ashley!" Maria said. "How do you like being covered in cum?"

"I like it," she said, smiling and licking her lips.

"Don't move," said Maria, "Let Lauren take a few more shots of your pretty face."

I went into the kitchen and opened a beer while the girls finished up. Maria let Ashley use the shower and sent her home.

That was how things went at first. I went to class three days a week, and when I was off, either Lauren or Milana would bring over a fresh piece of ass. We had one, two, sometimes three girls audition each week, and then those girls would come back to act out some other scene, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes as a group.

Ashley was cute, very cute, but she was toward the lower end of our talent spectrum. One of those girls who looks good because she's twenty and tight, but probably won't settle into womanly beauty in ten years; she's just cute. But the next two girls she brought over were both friends of hers from Europe, perfect human specimens with tits that defied gravity and the faces of angels.

I couldn't fucking believe the quality of the girls they were bringing over. None of them were prostitutes or into drugs or shit like that; the things we've come to associate with the pornography business. They were all just good girls with a bit of a wild streak. And the reason they came to us and fucked onscreen was because we were all young and unassuming. We were the same as them --kids in college wanting to experience life to the fullest. When Milana brought over a cute wannabe dancer and she saw our business was just me and a few other beautiful young women, it put the girl right at ease. That was our edge. Maria knew it and said so from early on. That was our wedge in the door into a huge, daunting industry. And we were about to blow up.



How We Got into Porn Ch. 05



I'd made a friend in my history class, Jeff, and been hanging out with him and his fraternity brothers about one night a week. He was cool, we both liked baseball and we liked to laugh. He'd come over to the house to party before, but I didn't tell him what we did there. I didn't want to come off as strange, so I just left that part out.

One day Jeff and I were stopping to have lunch in the college cafeteria, and Maria and Lauren stopped by to join us. We were talking and eating some nasty burritos when one of Jeff's frat brothers came up to the table with a tray.

"Hey, Jeff, what's going on?" he said. Jeff told him to join us and introduced us all.

"You know, Dan, you look kinda familiar," Jeff said. I'd never seen this person before in my life.

"Well, we might have run into each other on campus somewhere. Did you take that 9:30 seminar with Dr. Lawrence last semester?" I asked.

"No. I just transferred here this semester. I'm lucky I joined a frat at my last school because Jeff's been real cool about showing me around and stuff. I just thought I recognized you from somewhere, I dunno."

I probably don't have to tell you what happened next. Well, the details are still interesting. When I had lunch with those guys the next week, I knew it already when I sat down, just from the look on their faces. Trey, Jeff's friend, knew who I was. Even though we hadn't fully launched the site yet, the video that Lauren and I made together was still red hot on the streaming porn sites. We'd posted it almost two months ago, but its popularity had gained a life of its own; it was among the most popular videos on several of the free sites. At a huge university full of horny guys, somebody had to see it.

As I sat down to lunch with Trey and Jeff, they had a look like they were nervously awaiting a big business meeting. We said hi and started eating silently, nervously.

"So," Jeff began, "I hear you're a professor." He and Trey exploded in laughter, and it got to me, and I did as well. They'd obviously both seen the video of Lauren and me as teacher and student in our popular suck-and-fuck on the internet. I'd been apprehensive, but at least they'd lightened the mood.

"Dude," said Jeff, "Why didn't you tell me you're a porn star? This is shit that I should know about."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.

"Come on, man, we want to hear about it," said Trey.

"What do you want to know?" I asked.

"I don't know what to ask," said Jeff, "but Trey showed me some video of you and that chick you were here with the other day, and I have to ask about it. She's fucking hot. So what is that doing on the internet? We didn't tell anyone. We wanted to find out if that's something you shot or if you guys work for some porn business."

"I don't mind telling you guys about it, but first let me say this: I'm not ashamed of it, but all the same I'd rather not have the whole college find out about it. I don't think I could handle it. Put yourself in my shoes, would you like to go to class every day wearing a big sandwich board that says, "Hey everybody! I do porn on the internet, just see the following link!"

"So it's true!" said Jeff. "You're trying to become a porn star! Don't worry, man, we're not going to tell anybody. Right, Trey?"

"My lips are sealed," said Trey.

Jeff continued: "But you've got to understand we're curious. I mean, how do you get into that? Did you just go to some shady producer and whip it out for him. Congratulations on that thing, by the way."

"Oh, you know, the camera adds ten pounds," I remarked. "No, me and a couple of friends are starting a business together. We came up with this idea and just decided to run with it. We haven't actually put our site up yet, that video you saw was just kind about testing the waters, seeing if this thing had a shot at success. Look, I've got to run to class. I know that's a really short account of the whole thing, what are you guys doing later? Maybe we could get a beer tonight and I can tell you the full story."

They agreed and we met up around ten at a bar down the street from my place. I told them the story about Lauren and how she got us into the whole thing by making her "video resume," about the auditions and our search for financial backers.

"You lucky son-of-a-bitch," Jeff said when I finished. He turned and gestured at me in disbelief as he said to Trey, "Can you believe this guy?"

"I certainly don't deny the luck factor," I said. "This is definitely not what I imagined I'd be doing even a few months ago."

"Can we come see these girls?" asked Jeff, unable to contain his enthusiasm.

"Yeah, you guys can come over some time. I mean, not to watch us filming, if that's what you mean. Not that I have anything against you guys. Personally, I wouldn't have a problem with that. But you see our whole thing is we're getting hot girls to shoot with us because we're young and non-threatening. If they come over to shoot and the house is full of dudes eye-fucking them the moment they walk through the door, they're not going to want to stick around. But still, you're welcome to come over. We've got a pool that we typically sit around all day on Saturday. You guys should join us."

"That sounds great," said Jeff, "I don't think I've been in a pool all summer."

We sort of left it there for the night. It's hard to deescalate the conversation from the "I'm in porn" confession to more typical bar talk. It has to sink in a little bit and have a chance to get normal. But they were good-natured in their reaction to it and I thought by Saturday the tension would sort of go back down.

II

When I told Maria about my new friends, she reacted with equanimity and I saw the gears in her head turning. She said, "Well, even if they let your secret slip it wouldn't be the end of the world. Any publicity is good publicity, right?" She had a way of seeing the big picture, that's why she was the brains.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "I haven't really thought about it all that much. Still, that's not why I'm in school, and I'd like to keep these parts of my life separate."

Saturday came. I was out by the pool with Lauren, filming her giving me a blowjob when Maria came through the gate with groceries. It was the first time she'd walked in on us making a movie together, and even though it had been her idea, I didn't know how she would react. But all she said was, "Glad you two are getting some work done on a weekend," and strolled into the kitchen. The rush of excitement made me come instantly, and I made Lauren blow little bubbles for the camera before shutting it off.

Mid-afternoon Trey and Jeff showed up to the door with tons of cheap beer. Soon after, Milana showed up as well, and the six of us spent the day by the pool. Jeff and Trey were stunned by Milana, tall and tan and perfect in her black bikini. I think they were just as stunned that she was one of our actresses. She looked like one of those girls who simply isn't gettable, at least not unless you're rich and handsome. Trey remarked in an aside to me that he was looking forward to seeing her video.

As night fell we gravitated towards the hot tub, filling it amply, laughing and getting drunk. By now it didn't feel like there was any secret to dance around and we talked openly about the business and our aspirations. Jeff and Trey were interested and talkative, and showed enough tact as not to offend. When the girls got up in unison to take a trip inside, as they do, Trey had a new question for me:

"Why don't you guys come make a video at our fraternity house? We've got like, sixty members who would pay to see that. There's your financial problems solved right there."

Theirs was the wealthiest frat. I thought about it for a moment and said, "I don't know. These girls aren't hookers. Maybe you guys know that, but what about all the other guys?"

Trey replied, "Everybody in our house is a pretty good guy. And I'm not talking about participating; I really doubt anybody there has ever even paid for sex. Well, maybe the guys who went to Amsterdam last year, but that's different. I'm just saying I think we could help you guys with the financial situation. You bring over your equipment, a couple of girls, get crazy for a couple hours in the middle of a party."

"I'll think about it," I said. "But it's not up to me, we make decisions as a group. I'll talk it over with the girls and get back to you about it."

The girls came back with a bottle and we stayed up late drinking. Eventually Maria dragged me off to bed for rough, sloppy drunk sex. I remember hearing some cheers in the living room whenever she reached a loud orgasm, but not much else. I must have passed out the moment I came.

In the morning the guys were passed out on the couches in the living room with the TV still on. Maria and I had coffee out back and I told her about the frat house movie idea. She said it would only make sense if we could get the right number. I saw the boys off and told Trey I'd call him soon about the movie thing. That evening we talked on the phone and agreed tentatively on about $80 a head. Maria and I figured out that would net us nearly five grand, enough to cover our website while we got it off the ground.

I called Trey back with our terms: "First, you have to find out who's in and who's out in terms of tickets. You take a week, come back to me with a number, and if it meets our minimum we'll have a deal. Once that's out of the way, you can come up with a date. I'll bring over our crew and two girls."

"Which girls?" he interrupted me.

"That's up to us. They'll be hot, I assure you."

"Milana?" he asked.

"Milana is extra," I said.

"We've got some pretty nice photo lights -the kinds with the umbrellas- sitting in a closet here collecting dust. Some guy left them at the frat a couple years ago when he graduated. But I know they still work. They're yours if you bring that girl."

"I'll see what I can do. We show up with two girls, one of them may or may not be Milana, depending on whether I get a look at these lights. The girls will dance, strip, and do lap dances for about an hour. Strip club rules, though: no groping or fondling allowed. That's non-negotiable. Make sure you tell that to your boys, just in case any of them think this is going to turn into some kind of fuck fest. Got that?"

"Absolutely. No one's going to start any trouble. They listen to me and Jeff, and if anyone were to get out of line, we would deal with it."

"Good. So after the stripping, the girls will fuck each other, then I'll come out and fuck both of them. We'll be filming it all, but we'll have the lights set up so none of your boys get caught on tape. Anybody who does we will blur out their face. You won't see anybody's face up on the internet. Beyond that, though, you're waving all rights to the video. It will be ours to use as we see fit. One thing about crowd size: I know you said you've got about sixty members, and that probably some of their friends are going to want to tag along. That's fine, but we don't want a circus. Just tell them they invite one extra person each, and that guy will have to pay too. Oh, and we'll need to be paid in cash, when we arrive."

"That's no problem. I'll see what sort of interest there is out there for this thing and I'll call you back later in the week. Hopefully by Saturday I'll have a good sense of what we can afford. I can bring by those lights for you to check out and maybe we can have a few beers by the pool."

"Sounds good," I told him. We said bye and hung up.

Trey kept up his end, calling me back Thursday night with a nice, round number: $8,000. I told him to come over with Jeff on Saturday,then danced around the kitchen with Lauren and Maria to celebrate this outlandish number.

III

The next day I found myself alone in the house with Lauren once again. It was late afternoon and the air conditioner was busted. It was very hot in the house, had been for a week, just long enough to get used to the heat. I came in from the pool and Lauren was asleep in my bed, rosy and sweating in a long nap. I stopped at the end of the bed and watched her for a minute. She was so beautiful. She had fallen asleep in her still-wet bathing suit, a baby blue bikini. Her chest swelled with each silent breath, her arms and legs positioned awkwardly about her. A cracked window let in a small, steady breeze. It was very quiet in the house.

I climbed on the bed noiselessly and looked at her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly parted. I hooked my fingers carefully under the elastic band of her bottoms at the hips and gently tugged at them, trying not to wake her. I went very slowly, and she continued to doze as her panties slid under her ass and down her legs. Her blonde pubic hair revealed itself. She didn't wake, but stirred and rolled onto her left side. I rolled over too, positioning my face in front of her hips. Turned like this, her pussy was mashed between her thighs, squeezing her lips out towards me a little bit.

It was pink and right there and when I couldn't sit there and look any longer, I pressed my face between her thighs and ran my tongue around her lips. Her legs parted just slightly and she let out a long sigh. One of her hands found my face and she ran it through my hair, moaning gently as I ate her pussy. As Lauren came out of her nap, she rolled onto her back again, bringing me along into a less awkward position. She lifted her hips and pressed herself against my mouth, pulling my face against her with her hands. Her hips jolted involuntarily when she came and a small burst of wetness went into my mouth. I sucked and smacked on her lips as she settled back down.

"Did you just gush?" I asked in disbelief.

She was laughing: "I don't know, you surprised me! I came so hard, Dan, ooh my God, come here and kiss me!"

I kissed her and we stuck together like that. I said, "I think you just ejaculated a little bit, I've never seen that in person. I feel kind of special." I tickled her a little bit to tease her.

"Shut, up!" she said, slapping my ass with each word. "No I did not!"

"Don't worry, baby, it's fine," I said, "So you squirted a little bit, big deal. That'll look great onscreen. Maybe we can incorporate that into your porn name somehow." She laughed and hit me some more.

"Shut the fuck, up," she said, grabbing me by the dick forcefully and pulling me on top of her. "Quit teasing me and get in here," she manhandled my member into position, wetting it on her cunt. I gave her bikini top a harsh tug, thinking it would fly off, but it just ripped a little bit, exposing her left tit, and she shifted uncomfortably.

"Ow!" she yelled, "You motherfucker!" I leaned down and sucked on her nipples, shifting my hips and working my cock inside of her. We fucked fast and hard, and Lauren stared at me with her lips curled, moaning every time I slammed down on top of her. Hands behind her head, she pushed her palms against the headboard until her knuckles cracked and when she came the headboard cracked from the stress and fell limp against the wall.

"You broke my bed you little cunt!" I yelled, folding her ankles down against the bed so I could get deeper inside. She screamed and came again. I motioned to pull out, but she locked her legs behind my back and held me fast against her. I finished as hard as I could, trying to make it count as I pumped her violently. I tried again to disentangle myself before I came, but she continued to hold me against her, kissing me furiously on the mouth. We stayed locked together like this, kissing as my orgasm slowed with intermittent throbs.

IV

The Saturday came when we were to take the girls over to Jeff and Trey's frat house. I had decided not to personally participate in the sex show, fearing it would give me an odd reputation around campus, and Milana brought along a guy she knew to play that part. His name was Marcus and he agreed to do it for peanuts. We pulled up outside on fraternity row and sat in the car, collecting ourselves. Maria sat shotgun, and Milana, Ashley, and Marcus huddled in the backseat taking bumps.

"Are you guys ready for this?" I asked.

"Hell, yeah," said Ashley, wiping her lip. Ashley had auditioned for us over a month ago, and returned to make her first movie just last week. She was petite, but with a tight little body hidden under a tight red cocktail dress.

I was nervous about bringing Marcus along; he'd never been in one of our videos and we'd only met when Milana brought him to the house. But she vouched for him, and he seemed like a good guy. He certainly was eager about the whole thing, a man whose excitement about all things somehow obscures any nervousness he feels.

"I'm ready, I feel like dancing," said Milana. She wore a red cocktail dress that matched Ashley's. 

Maria got out of the car and collected the camera equipment. The campus was rather quiet on the walk to the house, the night filled only with the muted bass line of music from inside the house and the clatter of the girls' high heels on the pavement. Jeff had told us to enter through the back, where he would meet us and give the girls a place to change. A bare bulb shown above the backdoor, which looked to be situated a floor lower than the main entrance. I rapped on the door and in three seconds it swung open and Jeff smiled at us.

"Hey! Come on in! Dan, Maria, Ladies," he shook our hands.

"This is Marcus," I said, making the introduction, "He's going to be filling in for me tonight. I have to help with the cameras and lighting."

We were in a large kitchen with a black tile floor and lots of polished steel appliances. Trey was sitting on a barstool at the far end of the room with two other men. A plump middle-aged woman was busy pulling things out of a large oven and stirring pots on the stovetop.

"Follow me," said Jeff, "There's a bedroom just ahead here that you guys can use to put your stuff down and change or whatever."

Trey got up and greeted us, then asked, "What will you all have to drink? We've got a full bar, so whatever you want."

"Champagne," said Milana.

"Champagne and tequila," said Ashley. Trey looked at her puzzled. "Not a mixed drink!" she said. "A bottle of champagne and a bottle of tequila."

Trey laughed, "Okay, I don't know what I was thinking. What about you, Maria?"

"Tequila's fine," she said. "And would it be possible to get a bowl of limes cut up?"

"Absolutely," Trey answered. "I bring along the salt, too. Champagne and tequila alright for you gentlemen?" He looked at Marcus and me.

"That'll be fine," I said.

"Great. I'll go grab that and let people know you all are here." Trey turned and went through a swinging door and up a flight of stairs. When the door swung open the music from upstairs became much louder, and it buffeted as the door settled back into its neutral position. We followed Jeff around a corner and into a large bedroom filled with dark wood furniture and a turntable flanked by tall speakers.

"There's a bathroom right there," Jeff said, gesturing towards a door in the corner. The girls sat down on the bed and I went back into the kitchen with Jeff. He handed me a large envelope filled with cash. "There's more," he said, "But it won't fit in here. Nobody's going to go into the bedroom, but if you want I'll keep it all safe until you guys are ready to leave."

"How many people ended up showing up?" I asked, handing the envelope back to him.

"About a hundred and fifty," he said. I tried to act unimpressed despite the large sum this represented. He continued, "Me and Trey just really wanted to throw the guys a good party before we're gone. We're graduating in the spring and so many of the new guys don't have a clue. They're so uptight. Anyway, thanks for doing this."




How We Got into Porn Ch. 05



"Well, these girls are going to wake them up," I said. "I haven't seen the main part of the house, but I can already tell this place is fucking nice. These guys here really have trouble with women?"

"I know, man. These guys were so ready to throw money down for this party, and it's like they don't realize they could just ask a girl out and spend that money on dinner and, well, you know. I don't get it, it's not like we're from a different generation than these guys, but they're just so laced up. But anyway, the lights are all set up upstairs the way you said and they're ready whenever you are."

Trey came back through the swinging doors carrying a large bucket and a stack of plastic cups. Jeff and I went into the bedroom with him and he pulled three bottles of champagne and a tall bottle of tequila from the bucket of ice. He and Jeff began to excuse themselves, but I told them to stay and we started drinking.

After about twenty minutes of drinking, Ashley and Milana strutted upstairs in their red dresses, followed by Maria and the video camera. I waited downstairs in the bedroom with Marcus. It was quiet for a moment, then the mumbling from upstairs erupted into cheers. Some eighties hair band anthem started playing. Marcus and I finished our drinks and went upstairs to watch from the back of the crowd.

The crowd stood in a large circle around the dark edges of the great room. Deep red light filled the center of the room, where the girls danced around a pole that ran from the floor to the ceiling some fifteen feet in the air. Milana's talents as a dancer were on full display as she led Ashley in a striptease. She grabbed the pole, straightened her legs and leaned down until her dress rode up over the back of her ass. Then she motioned for Ashley to do the same, nodding with approval and slapping her butt when she bent over. Ashley wasn't a great dancer, but few girls would stand out next to Milana's graceful movements. But what she lacked in grace she made up for with naïve enthusiasm, aping the Danish girl's moves. The crowd loved the girls' teacher and student display.

When they were both naked, Milana climbed the pole to the ceiling. She locked her legs around it and leaned back into the air, stretching her arms out as she slowly spun in circles to the ground. The guys brought a couple of chairs into the circle and dragged a couple of the most reluctant among them to sit in them. They sat side by side as the girls gave them lap dances. It was very loud and after a number of guys had taken their turn in the seats, Jeff came up to us to see if Marcus was ready for the finale.

A pool table was wheeled into the center of the room. Ashley and Milana climbed on top of it and sat on their knees. Marcus made his way through the crowd and stood up on the pool table. The girls giggled and undid his pants. The music grew quieter and you could hear the girls laughing. The girls took turns sucking him off and kissing each other. When he was erect, Ashley leaned over on all fours, waving her ass in the air. Milana scooted in front of her and spread her legs, allowing Ashley to eat her pussy. Marcus squatted and guided his cock between Ashley's hovering legs. He started hammering her and soon her head jerked up, unable to continue performing on Milana. Ashley moved in short, violent jolts, crying out with each one.

"Open your eyes," said Maria, capturing the scene from Milana's end of the table. Ashley opened her eyes wide and came again, easily. Marcus lay down and Milana moved over him in a reverse-cowgirl position, inching her hips back as she accepted him. Ashley sat up on her knees and kissed her as Milana grinded against Marcus. She broke off the kiss and moved faster as she came, her voice deeper and more theatrical than Ashley's. Their sweating bodies shined dimly under the deep red lights. Milana cupped her breasts and Ashley sucked them. I had not watched Milana from a distance like this before, and felt very aroused as her perfect body writhed in orgasm on the pool table. The whole room grew quieter as everyone listened to her moans.

I went to get another drink and when I came back to the top of the stairs, Marcus was standing to finish on their faces. I couldn't see over the crowd, but I could hear the girls saying "Ah," and a grunt and then female giggling. The room erupted in applause, and soon the girls were making their way through the crowd towards me, their grinning faces still splattered with cum.

Downstairs, Marcus and the girls got cleaned up while I talked with Jeff and Trey. I knew my crew had made out like bandits that night, taking some eight grand off these wealthy gentlemen, and I wanted to thank them. So I contrived to have Ashley and Milana service them back at the house.

"The party's going to keep going back at my place. The girls will be there. You two are welcome to come over," I told them. I left with Marcus and the girls, dropping him off at his apartment and handing him a few hundred.

We pulled into the driveway and I turned to look at the girls in the backseat: "Trey and Jeff are coming over to party with us. If you two show them a good time I think we might be able to do this again." The girls were laughing and counting their tips.

Milana spoke without looking up, "Ok, they're cute. Ashley, which one do you like?"

"Um, I guess I like the tall one," she said.

"That's Trey," said Maria, "And I think he likes you." She was lying, but it didn't matter. All four of them were high and horny; they only needed a little nudge in the right direction.

The guys came over and we all piled in the hot tub. We drank and laughed and talked. Milana got up on the edge of the tub, and asked, "I'm going inside. Jeff, what is your favorite drink? I will make you one."

"Mixed? I guess a gin and tonic," he said.

"I don't know that one. Come in and show me how to mix it." He followed her into the house and they were gone a long time.

Ashley again mimicked Milana's style, saying, "Trey, will you come help me open some champagne?" They also left and were gone for a long time. Maria and I clinked glasses. We had the money together, it was time launch the website.



How We Got into Porn



At this point we had tumbled and changed positions on the couch, she straddling me and pinning my hands above my head. She leaned down and kissed me, I kissed her back. We lay there involved in one of those half-drunk, endless meandering kisses until the credits began to roll. This, as it turns out, was the best part of the movie, because a Talking Heads song rolled with the credits. Maria started grinding along with the music. Our kissing got more heated, and I could feel her energy rising.

I was squeezing her ass as she grinded, feeling her up through her little leotard. Massaging her cunt through the thin cotton, the crotch of her uniform soon became slippery and sticky. Her juices bled through the light blue fabric so much that when she sat up, a big wet patch stretched up in front. I pulled her shoulder straps to the sides and down, freeing her arms and her breasts. I sucked on her tits and rubbed her pussy. She started to moan and grope me. "I don't know if I can, after earlier...I think, like, that was the culmination of my being, and you really drained me." Her grinding stopped as she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "We'll figure out a way to get it up. That's what I'm for. But if you want to own me, you'd better own me." 

That was enough to wake up my tired dog. The perfect woman, half covered with a leotard, whispering nasty shit in my ear while I tickled her dripping vagina. I spun her around so that I could sit up on the couch while she straddled me.

"Take this damn thing off!" I told her. She stood up and pulled her suit with both thumbs, letting it crumple at her feet.

"How is this?" she asked, standing fully nude, legs crossed to conceal her pussy lips. "That's a good girl, hold on though, I want to take a picture." Her expression turned to one of perplexity, but she allowed me to fish my phone out of my jeans and photograph her as she stood. I stood up and took my clothes off.

"My turn to take pictures," she said. She grabbed by phone and snapped shots of me stumbling out of my jeans. I sat back down on the edge of the couch, my dick standing at attention now. Maria drained her scotch, slammed the highball glass down on the coffee table, and jumped on top of me. After positioning herself judiciously, she lowered herself onto my cock, pursing her lips together to let an "Oh" escape as it filled her. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around me and started grinding her hips.

"Dan, it feels so good," she moaned, her pace quickening. I started to lean up, but she pushed me down, her hands digging into my shoulders as she rattled even faster and came. After her orgasm, Maria slowed her grinding, but I was still inside her, fully erect. "Come get on top of me, baby," she said. I grabbed her ass and stood up, the two of us still connected, turned, and laid her down on the couch, pressing her ankles back beside her neck. For many girls this is painful or impossible, but it was Maria's favorite position. She liked dick however she could get it, but there was nothing she craved more than to be put on her back with her legs behind her head and properly fucked until it hurt. I stuck it in and pounded her until she came, but the whiskey made me a little bleary and I wasn't even close to coming. I kept drilling, but she came out to give me a talk on the mound, "Dan, can we take a break, I'm getting sore down there." "Of course." "I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

III

Maria and I slept well that night, the way that plenty of scotch and sex will do. All the same, I'd had to go to sleep feeling a little unsatisfied because her pussy got a little too beat up to keep pace. But that was mostly my fault, being a little too rough after she'd been out of town a few days. When I woke up the next morning, I didn't find her in bed. But I did smell eggs and bacon coming from downstairs, and that's when I knew I was in love.

She wasn't downstairs, either, but had left me a plate of breakfast and a note: "You know I like submission, and I like to please you, but I'm very sore from yesterday. I have a plan, though. Come to the ballet studio at lunchtime."

I showed up at the theater for her lunch break. She came out in the lobby to meet me, dressed in her blue leotard. "Come quick, I want to show you something." She took me by the hand and led me upstairs, up three flights of stairs, across a landing and to a small door. "This is one of the box seats," she whispered as she pushed open the door and led me in. The theater box was small but opulent, with several large chairs, a divan, and a table surrounded by red velvet and stained wood. Three floors below, across the theater, the ballet company practiced on stage to stereo accompaniment.

"You know what I was telling you the other day about wanting to feel...submissive?" She led me into the room and sat down on the divan.

"Sort of...You mean at your house the other day?" 

"Yeah, I mean, I want to have sex, but I'm so sore right now...but I don't want to just give you a blowjob either...I want you to be in charge...I want you to fuck me while I lay here." She rolled over onto her back and unzipped me. I was already hard. I pulled my pants off and positioned myself in front of her mouth. Her head was leaning back off the divan and I carefully inserted by dick into her mouth, straightening her throat as I drove in. I started gently, moving in and out just a little bit. 

"Is this good?" she asked.

"Yeah, but it could be better. I have an idea. Get up on that table, you're too low to the ground on this chair thing." 

"Ok, like this?" 

"No, flip over onto your stomach. There. Now reach back and grab your ankles, like this. See? Now you're level with me." 

"Yes sir. Am I ready?"

"Maria, you're ready."

Maria's mouth was open and just level with my swollen cock. I let her suck on it for just a few seconds to get it wet, then I drove it all the way down her throat. I left it there for a moment to let her get used to it, and when she gagged, I pulled it back a little bit, but not all the way out. "More, I can take it. You don't have to baby me." I started moving it in and out slowly, pushing it in as deep as it would go, and waiting for her to gag before pulling it back a bit. I reached over her to rub her crotch through her leotard, and it didn't take much to create a big wet stain. 

"Quit playing with me and fuck my mouth!" 

She was taunting me now, so I started fucking her in earnest. I pounded her throat for a full minute, then left my dick buried all the way in and pinched her nose until she coughed up my cock. Her eyes were red and teary, but she was smiling and blowing bubbles with my pre-cum. I went back into her throat, and she made sexy, slurping noises in between gags that drove me crazy. All of the sudden, the music downstairs died just as Maria made a very loud gagging sound. The people on stage looked around, but the theater was very dark and we were hidden. 

"Are you ready for my cum?" She tried to look up at me with her mouth full, still on her belly, holding her ankles. I gave her one last round of pounding, and when I started to ejaculate, I forced my cock to the deepest part of her throat, holding her head against me with one hand and holding her nose closed with the other. She dutifully gulped down my entire load as she held her breath, and I released her when I was finished. She gasped and looked up at me, cum dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. Her eyes were full of tears, and her crotch was stained with pussy juice. "You're a mess," I told her. She said softly, "You fucked me really good. I've never felt so sexy."

We took a few minutes to compose ourselves before we walked back downstairs. In the lobby we ran into a couple of her dance partners, two women her age. "Hi Lauren, Hi Daphne, this is Dan," she introduced us. "Nice to finally meet you," said Lauren, "What have you two been up to?" she added in a low tone, and her glance made it apparent that she and Daphne had both noticed Maria's soaking crotch. "Oh, my god! I have to go to the bathroom!" Maria screamed under her breath and ran off. I shuffled my feet awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what to say. What was there to say? I went with, "Nice meeting you two, I've got to go."

IV

A few nights later, Maria and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, unwinding after a long day. She spoke up, "Oh, god, did I tell you I ran into Lauren today?" Lauren had caught us just after the act, and Maria had been mortified with embarrassment. 

"Oh yeah? Did she say anything?"

"Actually I feel much better after talking with her. I was so embarrassed the other day, but she managed to put me at ease about it. She said it's not like she's going to run around telling people about us screwing at the theater. We ended up laughing about it, she's no prude. She ended up telling a story on herself about a time in college when her sorority sisters came to kidnap her for one of those rush things and found her blowing a guy in her dorm room. We're going to go out for drinks tomorrow."

The next night Maria and Lauren stumbled into the apartment late. Maria said Lauren was going to crash on the couch. I was reading a book in bed, and Maria came in and lay down beside me. "I have a secret," she said in a drunken, sing-song way.

"If it's that you've been drinking tequila, you're not hiding it very well."

"Not that. It's about Lauren. We had the dirtiest conversations tonight, that girl is awesome. Ok, I'm going to tell you. Do you want me to tell you about it?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, ok. She was telling me stuff about her and her boyfriend, and then she started asking me about us. I ended up telling her the whole story about what we did in the upper theater box. I told her about us experimenting with new things, about how sexy it made me feel letting you fuck my mouth like I was a doll. She was really interested in this, she kept asking me for details about it. She said her boyfriend is great, but he's kind of timid and she wants him to be more...aggressive. I told her that he's probably dirtier than you think, you just have to lead him around like a puppy and make him do what you want him to do. But she says she's worried that she'll be awkward and bad at it and turn him off, she's afraid of him thinking she's a slut."

I interrupted her, "Guys love sluts. Every guy wants his girlfriend to be a slut in the bedroom. It's just science. How is all this a big secret?"

"Well," she said, "Our talk didn't exactly end there. She's convinced that things are going to fall apart with them if they can't open up a little more with each other. She said something like, 'I want my man to fuck my throat and treat me like he owns me in the bedroom.' Then she kind of asked if I could teach her how."

"Teach her? Like with a strap-on? Are you two going to start getting lezzy together? I think I like where this is going."

"No, I didn't say I would do that. I said that you might consider giving her some lessons. I kind of promised her, actually, that it would be fine."

"What? You two are just drunk. She probably won't even remember this stuff in the morning. Plus if I did that and her boyfriend finds out I'm giving her cock sucking lessons, he'll probably hunt me for sport. Hang my little balls from his rearview."

"Aw, they're not so little," she said as she as she fondled me. "Just sleep on it."

Then next morning, we all got up slowly. It was Saturday, so we three went out to lunch together. I'd not spoken to Lauren since we met at the theater, so we got to know each other a little bit. Like Maria, she was a semi-professional dancer whose real job was some kind of sales rep. She was a little older than Maria, twenty-something out of college working age. She was shorter than Maria, and had a petite but dishy body. Her hair was wavy and blonde, and she had a sweet face with blue eyes and full lips. We didn't broach the subject of the "secret" Maria had confided to me the night before, but Lauren told me a little bit about her boyfriend. They worked together, and he spent a lot of time travelling. This weekend he busy selling somewhere out of state. She struck me as a bright, attractive girl who wasn't the least bit shy.

The girls picked up the check, which was nice, and we headed back to the house. It being Saturday, we stopped off at the liquor store to pick up a bottle. Them's the rules. It wasn't our normal custom to start drinking margaritas at three in the afternoon, but that didn't stop Maria and Lauren from breaking out the blender as soon as we got home. They were stiff drinks. After just one of them we were singing karaoke in the living room. The girls bounced around and let their hair down, belting out their loudest versions of whatever they came up with.

A couple more drinks in, I got a call from friend I hadn't heard from in a few weeks, so I stepped out on the porch. I guess I was out there on the phone a good twenty minutes, during which time the music continued but the girls' singing stopped. I was drunk. I hung up the phone and walked back into the kitchen. The girls were gone from the living room. I heard giggling down the hall, and walked back towards the bedroom. Lauren and Maria were side by side on the bed, stripped down to their underwear. Maria was saying, "Like this, see?" They were both contorted in the same position, on their bellies, clutching their ankles behind them. They were laughing and Lauren looked up at me and said, "I'm ready for my lesson."

"Come over here and show me that big dick," Maria commanded me in a sassy tone. Then and there I decided I would later sacrifice a fatted calf to the gods of amazing sex, and the boyfriend be damned. I walked up to Maria. She took her hands off her ankles to unzip me. I pulled off my shirt and my pants fell to the floor. The situation had escalated so quickly I was just now starting to get hard. She started kissing it, first holding it in one hand, then letting go and fishing behind her head for her ankles.

"Show her how we did it at the theater," Maria said, finally getting a hold of her ankles. 

"Oh my god, this is so fucking hot," said Lauren, craning her neck to study our form. I grabbed Maria by her hair and started pounding her throat. When it got really wet, I held it against the back of her throat until she started gagging. When I pulled back out, she gasped for breath as juice dribbled from her bottom lip.

"Did you already?" Lauren asked impatiently. 

"No, that's all her," I said. 

"Are you ready to give it a try, Lauren?" asked Maria

"Yeah, come here," she said, making kissing sounds towards my dick.

"Here, scoot a little further up so your face is off the bed," I said and pulled her forward by her armpits. I put it in front of her mouth and let her make the first move. Her tongue came out and teased me a under the head, making my dick do little jumps of excitement. She looked up at me and said, "I want it. Fuck my mouth like I'm Maria."

I ran both hands through her wavy, yellow hair and took hold of it. "Just let go of your ankles if I'm getting too rough, ok?" "Ok." "Now say Ah!" Lauren opened wide and stuck her tongue out, and I slowly buried myself down inside her. I felt her gag reflex start to kick in, so I withdrew just enough to stop it, then back in a little further, then back out. She made a muffled noise, I pulled out, and she swallowed a little and said, "Ok, ok, keep going." I kept pussyfooting around, letting her get used to having a dick in her throat. Then I pushed all the way in and held it there, squeezing her hair in my grip. She tried to swallow, but couldn't, and started gagging hard.

I kept it there until Lauren let go of her ankles. As I pulled out she coughed up saliva that covered her chin and dripped on the floor. She looked up at me with teary eyes and said, "More! I didn't mean to let go!" She flailed her legs, trying to recover her grip behind her back.

"You're doing great, baby, don't be embarrassed," said Maria, "Here, let me help you." She moved across the bed and straddled Lauren, guiding her hands to her ankles. Then she lay down on her back beside our student, looking up at me and rubbing her crotch.

"I'm ready," said Lauren. "Hold on, I think Maria wants a turn." I said and slipped my cock into her open, waiting mouth. She lay on her back with her head just falling off the edge of the bed. I pumped her until she began to choke, the let her catch her breath as I moved back over to Lauren's mouth. She was smaller than Maria, and my girth filled her more easily. I became less gentle, fucking her face like I wanted to, then slowing down to hold myself against the deepest part of her throat. She choked, but didn't let go of her legs. When I let her come up for air, she gasped and drooled. "More," and "Harder," were all she could say when she caught her breath.

Maria said to her, "I think she likes it." A muffled "Mmmhmm," was all that Lauren could say. Maria continued, "I know it's a good dick, but it's still mine, so don't you dare swallow that cum." She knew me well, because just then I started to fill Lauren's mouth with a huge load. I pulled out, dragging strings of cum with me. Lauren was filled up. She looked so damn cute sitting there, still trying not to let go of her legs, not knowing whether to swallow me or spit it out on the floor.

Maria grabbed Lauren by the hair, "Let go of your feet and come here." Lauren obeyed, sitting up and moving to straddle Maria's hips. "Now give me what belongs to me." Lauren leaned down over Maria's face and pursed her lips, letting a long stream of cum dribble into Maria's open mouth. Standing over them, I watched in fascination as Lauren fed my girlfriend.

"Hold, on," said Lauren, "Let me finish cleaning your man." She shuffled toward me, my dick still fully erect and dripping with semen. With one hand she gently clutched the bottom of my shaft and drew me forth into her mouth once more. She took in my entire length one last time, then slowly pulled back, slurping and sucking as she went. She moved back down the length of Maria's body, who looked up at her in anticipation and let out an open-wide "Ah!" that turned into gurgling sounds. This time, however, Lauren leaned in closer, and hesitantly began to kiss her. They were soon locked in a deep, passionate kiss, wrapping their arms and legs around one another.

Spent, I fell down on the bed, watching these girls try something else for the first time. Eventually, Maria pulled back for a moment and swallowed. Lauren too swallowed what was left. "You little bitch!" Maria teased her, but they instantly went back to kissing. Lauren was on top now, massaging Maria's cunt through her panties. Maria reached across Lauren's back and began to reciprocate from behind. They continued to kiss, letting out soft muffled moans into one another's mouths.

Before long, the rest of their clothes started to come off. Lauren arched her back as Maria pulled her white cotton panties free. She started to tease Lauren's pubic hair with her hands, "Do you want this?" she asked.

"I've never been with a woman before," Lauren replied.

"Neither have I, but this is too hot to stop," said Maria, lowering her face into Lauren's crotch. I guess the girls didn't need any lessons for this, because they went at like they were born to eat pussy. The sounds of my girl bringing Lauren to orgasm were enough to wake up my beat up dog. They traded places and pretty soon Lauren was giving as good as she got. Maria started to buck and grind against Lauren's face, pinching her own tits and moaning. When she came down a little, she looked over at me and said, "Well, look who's awake. You're such a good teacher that I think you deserve a reward. Lauren, you want to give my man his reward?"

Lauren leaned over, giggling, kissed Maria on the lips and said, "Do you think he can stay awake?"




How We Got into Porn



"As long as all I have to do is lie back and take it," I said. Lauren shuffled over to me and straddled my hips, reaching behind her back to guide my cock into her. She sank down onto me with a short, guttural moan, and pressed her hands flat against my chest. As she began to rock back and forth, her tits jiggled in my face. Although she was smaller than Maria, her tits were about the same size, making them seem that much bigger on her smaller frame. I leaned up to take turns sucking on her perky, gumdrop nipples.

"Yes, suck me!" she gasped as she fell into a steady grind. Her cunt squeezed me with a grip of its own. She grinded faster, her mouth hung open and she began to cry out, "Yes! I'm coming! Maria, please let him come inside me, I want him inside me!" 

Maria lay beside me, lightly stroking my chest with her fingers. "He can come inside you as long as it doesn't stay there." Her first orgasm didn't slow her down, Lauren kept rocking back and forth and looking for another one. I didn't try to resist. I just let her milk me with her cunt, spilling my load deep inside of her.

"Did you?" Maria asked me.

"Yeah," I answered weakly.

"Off," Maria said to Lauren, still attempting to grind another orgasm out of my dying cock.

"But I'm so close..." Lauren said impatiently

"No. Off. That's my man. Come here." Lauren lifted herself off of me and started towards Maria, who continued to instruct her, "Now come here and grind on my face." Lauren positioned her dripping cunt over Maria's mouth, and lowered herself, facing Maria's feet and gripping her at the thigh. Lauren began to grind again, mopping my girlfriend's face with our juices. She soon came to a last, convulsive orgasm, bucking awkwardly and moaning as Maria sucked and slurped the last of my cum out of her pussy.

Afterwards, we all sat there in a sweaty heap, our heads empty. Great sex is like meditation, when you reach the goal your head is cleared of worldly concerns, however briefly.