("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Calendar Girl by Johndough (address withheld) *** A young girl thinks she is helping out her cousin by filling in for a model who couldn't do the shoot because of an injury. Too late does she realize she was the intended model all alone and something other than a calendar shoot was on their minds. (MMf, reluc, 1st, inc, orgy) *** Tasha Woodhouse was looking forward to her 14th birthday on Saturday with more than a little trepidation. The shy, pretty teen had been living with her Aunt Madge and 18 year old cousin Jason since her parents had died just one year earlier as they were flying back with Madge's husband, Uncle Bob, for her 13th birthday. Uncle Bob had insisted on flying even though bad weather had been predicted and he had apparently mistrusted his instruments when they started flying through a storm. The investigators said he had simply flown full speed straight down into the middle of a field. Just a week before the crash Tasha had stumbled across a porn site on her computer. It was a lesbian site that featured very young teens and preteens exploring each other's bodies. She found herself becoming very wet between her legs and slipped her hand under her thin nightie and down into her panties until she was stroking the outside of her little pussy with its first peachfuzz and hair. She wasn't certain just what was happening but it sure felt good. She closed her eyes kept rubbing as the pleasant tense sensation coursed through her body and built until she felt an explosion of pleasure inside herself. When she opened her eyes she saw her mother standing in the doorway and smiling at her. She immediately became self-conscious and clicked the porn site closed as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "Don't feel shy, dear," her mother said. "You are just doing what comes naturally. Have you been doing that a lot?' "It was my first time," Tasha confessed. "Well, it is nothing to be embarrassed about. It is called 'masturbation' and everyone does it sooner or later. The hard part is that once you discover it, it is very hard to stop because it feels so good." "You do it?" Tasha asked in amazement. "Ever since I was about your age. And quite a lot until I married your father and since then I get plenty of the real thing but it still comes in handy when he is away on business." "The 'real thing'?" Tasha asked innocently. "Sex, dear. Procreation. Making love with a man," her mom said tantalizing her. "I tell you what. You get into bed and get a good night's sleep, do well in school this week while dad and I are at his seminar and next weekend on your 13th birthday I will tell you all about the birds and the bees." Her mother had tucked her into bed, kissed her goodnight and when Tasha had gotten up in the morning her mom and dad had already left with Uncle Bob for the week long company seminar. Her maternal grandma had been taking care of her. After the shock of the crash, grandma had had a heart attack herself. So after all the funerals, Tasha had moved in with her mother's sister and son and never got to hear her mom talk about the birds and the bees. Moving to a new school had been hard and her shyness almost guaranteed she would never claim Miss Popularity. But she had managed to survive 8th grade and made a couple of pretty good friends and next fall they would all be new students as freshman in high school. She noticed a strange car in the driveway and knew that Aunt Madge was away until Sunday night on business. Maybe Jason had some friends over. He better not be partying, she thought to herself, or Aunt Madge would kill him. She decided to go around to the back door and come in through the kitchen. As she did she heard what she thought was an argument taking place in the living room. "But I really need this job, Oliver," her cousin Jason was saying, "I'm trying to save enough now not to have to work when I go to college." "I know that, Jason" said a much older voice, "but our lead model broke her leg water-skiing over the weekend and all the other young attractive models are booked solid on Saturday day so I guess I will just have to tell the sponsor that we won't be able to make the deadline." Model? Had Tasha heard right? Her handsome cousin was modeling? She often thought about being a model someday and maybe this was just the opportunity she was looking for. Her cousin had been good to her since their forced living arrangements and maybe this was a chance to repay him. She went through the kitchen door into the living room and announced, "I'll do it." Jason looked at her blankly, "Do what?" "I'll fill in for your model." "I don't know…" the stranger who Jason introduced as Oliver said. "This is a pretty major shoot for an amateur. Have you done any modeling before?" "I was the class model in home ec for all the dresses that were made in my size. I had to do quick changes and maintain poise and the teacher said I was the best one in class," Tasha remembered fondly. It had been one of the highlights of an otherwise fairly uneventful year. "I still don't know, we require a mature model. How old are you?" Oliver asked. "Fourteen," she beamed. "Thirteen," Josh corrected. "But I will be fourteen on Saturday," she said. "It's my birthday!" "Well, we will be shooting a lot of swimwear shots," Oliver said, "are you wearing a bra and panties?" "Of course," she replied indignantly. What did he think she was? A school slut? Whatever 'slut' meant. "Then why don't you strip down to them now so I can see what you have to offer. 14 is pretty young for a calendar shoot." "You mean, now?" Tasha asked with a slight hesitation in her voice. "In front of Jason?" "If we decide to do this he will be a co-model on the set and will see you in some skimpier bikinis than I imagine you are wearing now. If you want to be a professional then act like a professional. You want me to pay you top dollar to pose your body for my client then I need to see the body whose image I will be purchasing." It made sense to Tasha so she took off her blouse and dropped her skirt to reveal her conservative white panties that showed the shape of her ass and genitals but was not sheer enough to see through. Her bra was a soft cotton sports bra that held her orange size breasts comfortably but still managed to show them off to her advantage. She fought the urge to move a hand over her crotch and another across her breasts and kept her arms pinned at her sides. For about five minutes Oliver gave her various orders to turn one way and bend another and hold certain poses. Then he said, "I think she just might save our bacon, Jason. What do you think?" Tasha held her breath. Like all adolescent girls she was very concerned about how she appeared to the opposite sex—especially one whose opinion really mattered. "Gee, cuz," Jason said, "You have sure become a beautiful young woman. I must not have been paying close enough attention! I think you would be perfect—if you really think you are up to it. Oliver and I certainly wouldn't want to push you into anything you weren't ready for." "I've always dreamed of being a model someday," Tasha said excitedly, "I won't let you down!" "There is just one more thing I have to ask, Tasha," Oliver said. "There will be a lot of expensive swimwear on this set and I need to know if there is any chance that you will have your period on Saturday." "Oh, no." "You do have periods, don't you?" "They started right after I came to live with Aunt Madge and Jason a year ago" "Then how do you know it won't happen in the next couple of days." "My periods are very regular and as of Saturday it will be exactly two weeks since the end of my last one." She thought she saw Jason and Oliver exchange a look she couldn't read but neither of them said anything more about it. She had no idea they were both thinking that if things went as planned on Saturday she wouldn't have to worry about periods for another 9 months. Oliver laid the briefcase he was carrying on the table and pulled out a sheaf of papers. "All right," he said. "Let's get the paperwork out of the way." It took about 10 minutes for Tasha to sign all the places he told her to sign and initial all the things he told her to initial. When they were done Tasha reached for the contract but Oliver picked it up and put it back in his briefcase saying, "This is the only copy I have at the moment. I'll bring you a photocopy to the shoot on Saturday, all right." "Sure," Tasha said as nonchalantly as she could in spite of all the excitement she was feeling at actually getting a chance to live out a dream. "Well, good then. I'll see the two of you in three days then." Oliver shook Jason's hand and walked him to his car. When he came back he handed Tasha a business card with the name Oliver Rockwell and his business FYG, Inc. Tasha had never heard of either but she was sure it would be important to her for some time to come. She picked up her blouse and skirt but did not put them on. She felt it would be important to be used to being around Jason with as few clothes as possible so she would be comfortable at least in front of him. Upstairs she stripped off her underthings in front of the floor length mirror and admired how her figure helped her look older than she was. Her pubic hair had come in strong and matched the waist length brunette hair that so many people admired. She loved to run her fingers lightly over it and found that she would get very wet between her legs when she did. A couple of months before she had been at the Mall with her best friend Raye when Raye had dared her to by a really skimpy string bikini that barely covered her one inch brown nipples than puffed out ½ an inch when she masturbated and almost didn't contain the pubes she prided so much. With her aunt out of town, she decided she would wear it tonight in front of Jason. Jason was making some Hamburger Helper for supper when she came into the kitchen and nearly dropped his stirring spoon into frying pan when he saw what she had on. "Where did that come from?" he asked. "The mall. Raye dared me to buy it so I did." "Does Mom know you have that?" "No. I wasn't actually going to wear it but after what Oliver said about skimpy swimsuits I thought it would be good to get used to wearing it around you—I mean around people," she stammered. "Well," he said hesitantly, "I suppose you're right." Over the next couple of evenings she would come home from school and change into the string bikini and try to act as normally as possible. Of course, this was just as hard on Jason who had to constantly cover his hard on from his cousin in his attempt to act normal. Saturday came none to soon for the both of them when at 7AM they pulled up to an old warehouse that Oliver said housed his studios. Downstairs Tasha had some misgivings because it appeared as decrepit and deserted on the inside as on the outside. In the center of the building there stood a freight elevator and it was to this that Jason led her. When they reached the 3rd and top floor, Jason opened the doors and her fears were instantly allayed. In front of her was a very large space completely finished and carpeted with large drapes all around the walls. They looked like a very heavy duty velveteen like on the stage at school. Many of them were open to reveal the finished walls painted a very light off white. Oliver immediately came over to greet them and shook Jason's hand. "You know where to go, don't you, son?" he said. Jason nodded and headed off to an area cordoned off by curtains. "Well," Oliver said turning his attention to Tasha, "Let me show you your dressing room." He led her to another area where curtains served as walls to provide privacy. Around the curtains were to very good looking young men, one black and one white. Pointing to the blond white guy Oliver said, "This is Sven. His accent is Scandinavian. I'd tell you where in Scandinavia but Sven wants me to guess and I haven't managed to yet. And this—" he said pointing to the black man, "—is Tony and he is from New York. Gentlemen, this is our model today. Her name is Tasha and I expect you to give her the royal treatment as we do all FYG's biggest clients." "Yes, sir," said Sven. "No, problem," chipped in Tony. "I'm going to finish setting up and I will see you on the set at 8 so don't be late." He grinned at his little rhyme and Tasha nodded that she agreed. Tony and Sven helped her take her clothes off down to her underwear and then handed her a short sleeved silk robe that barely covered her butt and when tied still had deep cleavage. They turned their backs and told her to take everything off and put the robe on. When she was done they went to work on her. They had her sit in front of a mirror where Sven began to expertly apply makeup that enhanced her look of innocence while still giving off a come-hither vibe. Tony worked on her hair. Next to the makeup station was a portable clothes wrack with 12 bikinis and props hung there. At 7:45 they had her stand up and without turning away this time they took off her robe and Tony helped her step into the black bikini bottom from the first hanger. Sven slipped the black bra along her arms and hooked it behind her. Then, as Tony helped her into her first ever pair of black stiletto heeled shoes, Sven put a white collar with black bow tie around her neck, slid black gloves on each arm up past the elbow and settled a black top hat on her head. On the top hat in silver glitter it said the same thing as on her bikini where silver glitter paint said "HAPPY" over her right breast, "NEW" over her left one and "YEAR" over the crotch on her bottoms. They handed her a black walking stick with a silver knob and sent her out to the studio where she found that the other models had arrived. There were twelve very good looking men including her cousin Jason who was wearing the briefest of black speedos. She could see the outline of what she knew was a penis but which she had never seen in the flesh. The other 11 were attired the same and covered the gamut from Native American to Asian, Latino, Indian and Black and topped in blond, brown, red, white and none. The white hair belonged to an old guy with a pot belly and long white whiskers and mustache and the none to a large black man with superb build and the shiniest bald head she had ever seen. "Ah, gentlemen," Oliver said when he saw her, "here is the star of today's shoot, Tasha Woodhouse. He told Tasha their names but she forgot them as soon as she heard them. Then he took her over to a table that contained several cases of an aerosol canister labeled "MUSK". "This is our employer today," he said handing her a can. "It is a new perfume and it employs and new version of an old idea. Have they taught you about pheromones in school yet?" "No. What are they?" "Pheromones are proteins that produce special scents. In humans they do not produce as strong an impulse as in the animal world but this product has the strongest human pheromones ever made available commercially." "What kind of scents?" "Oh, very specific ones designed with two purposes in mind—to attract the opposite sex and to arouse in them a desire to mate. Women produce ones that is designed to help them attract males for sex and men produce ones attract and arouse females. We react to them subconsciously for the most part and they are usually pretty subtle but they do add to the excitement of romance. Especially in the early stages?" She looked nervously over at her male co-models and their barely concealed genitalia and immediately got nervous. She had never got that "sex" talk from her mom but she had gathered informally from her fellow classmates that it involved the man putting his penis into her vagina and doing what everyone called "fucking". She believed it was something that you were supposed to wait and do with your husband. "Sex?" she said hesitantly. "You do understand what sex is, don't you?" "Of course," in a voice filled with mock confidence. "I just never thought it had anything to do with smells." "It sure does. And like I said, this is the most potent one yet developed for use on the commercial market. Now I want you to spray this on yourself so you get used to it." She sprayed her neck and along her arms as though she were putting on perfume. Immediately she felt flush. Her nipples started to become erect and her pussy felt tingly. "Wow!" she gasped involuntarily. "Now, gentlemen," he said turning himself toward the rest of the crew—which Tasha now noticed were all males including lighting assistants, wardrobe assistants and camera assistants. There was not a single other female in the room. "Tasha is going to occasionally be spraying herself with our client's product "MUSK" which is designed to make you weak with desire. Now our regular model became incapacitated and Tasha has volunteered at the last minute to fill in and enable all of us to get paid so treat her with the respect we treat all our models." There were numerous nods and murmurs of ascent as well as strange looks in the eyes around her to these remarks. "Tasha has not yet been allowed to date as, in addition to this being her modeling debut, it is also her 14th birthday—" Tasha blushed as a spontaneous burst of applause sprang up around the room and several shouts of happy birthday mixed in it. "All right, all right," Oliver said restoring order. "Now I know she looks 18 and that is why I hired her," he lied through his teeth, "but she is a virgin and many of the poses today will be totally new experiences for her so let us make this an experience she will want to repeat again and again. Jason, you're up first." With that Jason went over to the first stage area. It had a bed covered in white sheets, white walls with pieces of confetti glued to them and the upcoming year painted on them. Hanging from a light grid over the bed were several multicolored streamers with a few on the bed and scattered on the floor. While Oliver had been talking, Jason had put on a collar that matched Tasha's bow tie and with his speedo it appeared to be his entire costume. Hoping that the MUSK would not have the same effect on Jason it seemed to be having on her, she crossed over and sat on the bed next to him. She had no idea that it was really the male version designed to work its magic on her senses and wear down her resistance as the shoot went along. "Now, Tasha we have a lot of work to do for this client as they want four version of this calendar. This one is what we refer to as the G rated version that families can hang in places where children are present. Then we will have a slightly racier version aimed at the teenage market with sexier outfits and poses. Our version of PG. The R version comes next and you will be tastefully topless. It is the designed for guys to hang in their garages and hunting cabins. The final version we will shoot is designed to hang in the bathrooms of adult entertainment centers like strip joints. This X rated version will only consist of simulated sex and you will be naked. I will talk to you more about this later. This means there will be a total of 48 pictures needed with lots of costume changes and posing but I tell you right now that if you work up to your potential and we don't have to come back tomorrow and pay everybody overtime, you will get an extra $1000 as a bonus. Any questions?" Naked? Simulated sex? Any questions? She had tons of questions but the prospect of a $1000 bonus pushed them aside. "No," she said firmly. Oliver had Jason lay on the far side of the bed on his side and Tasha lay on her back in front of him. While her body was turned toward his in a partial embrace, she looked back over her shoulder and held up the can so you could read the name and then winked. After a dozen shots Oliver called for February and Tony and Sven led her back to her dressing area. There they dressed her in a red bikini of the same style as January only this had cardboard hearts over her breasts and crotch and red stilettos to go with it. When she got back out, the bed set had been completely redressed in red sheets with red hearts on the white walls. On the bed was the native American holding a toy bow and arrow and wearing a small diaper over his speedo. At least she thought it was over a speedo otherwise he might be in danger of exposing himself. He was posed on the far side of the bed aiming the rubber tipped toy at her with a positively wicked leer while she was posed on her knees facing the camera with a look of mock fear and holding the can of MUSK between her breasts and pointing to it as though it was the culprit. For March she was paired with the smallest man there, a heavily freckled, red haired Irishman with a leprechaun hat and jacket. She was standing in a yellow bikini up to her knees in a pot of plastic gold coins as though she was attempting to claim his gold. He was beside the pot reaching for her as she shied away holding up the can looking very coquettish. As with all the shots she had to spray can so you could see the mist and she was getting more aroused with each dose. The theme for April was Easter and both models had on rabbit ear head bands and cottontails on the white costumes. The model was a Jason's best friend, Roger. She had a secret crush on him and it was hard to hold her pose putting eggs in a basket in which the can of MUSK was prominently displayed as Roger seemed to be creeping up behind her with nefarious intentions. Both of these had been shot in front of backdrops painted sky blue and a floor of Astroturf grass. May used the same set but now she was in a beige suit and stood next to a pole with streamers coming off it as if she were the maypole. A ruddy-faced country bumpkin type had her pinned to the pole with his streamer as though circling for the kill. June had a mock church window behind an alter as she posed with a Pierce Brosnan look alike wearing black speedos and the New Year bow tie while she was back in white with a veil and bouquet out of which sprouted the can. July was the Latino. He was a rugged outdoor type who had on a seed cap and suspenders on his blue jean speedos. For the first time she was an object. Wearing a gray bikini and holding an exercise wheel in front of her, the "farmer" picked her up by her ankles and she was suddenly a wheelbarrow. This time there were several cans looking as though they were growing out of the mock garden rows she was being pushed through. August had a back yard barbecue theme to it with the huge muscular black model decked out in a white chef's hat and bikini and holding tongs and a bottle of barbecue sauce as he chased her around the grill. She had on a dark red bikini whose color matched the barbecue sauce and held the can in front of her as she eluded her pursuer. For September she was allowed a sheer white blouse and tiny plaid skirt with lacy black bra and bikini, white Bobbi sox and tennis shoes while her counterpart wore suit pants, white shirt and tie. He looked to be Indian or Arabian with black hair and olive skin. Glasses and pens in his pocket completed the picture of a teacher. She sat on his desk hiding the can behind her back and looking back over shoulder at the camera as though she had been caught doing something naughty. October with its Halloween theme scared her slightly. The man who looked like a Japanese sumo wrestler presided over a dungeon. Wearing black bra and bikini she stood on a stool surrounded by stocks and chains with whips and other implements of torture hanging off the walls. Around her neck was a noose and her hands were tied behind her holding the can which was visible as she twisted away from him. November she was in a brown outfit with a turkey tail on her bottom as she dodged a handsome model with a pilgrim hat and hatchet hot on her trail. For some strange reason the December theme was Christmas with a mock living room where an old model with a pot belly, long white hair and beard and a Santa hat in addition to his red speedo was the one surprised as he placed presents under the tree. She stood behind him pointing the can at him dressed in a pink bikini and see through pink robe. It took about 2 hours to get the first set done since the costumes were so simple and the various sets ready to go. They took a ten minute break before beginning the second set of shots. Tasha was a little stunned at the outfits. They were the same as before only now the material was very sheer so that you could make out her nipples through the top and her pubic hair through the bottom. With some reluctance she went back out to start the second series. Since this was the PG version contact was allowed and the can was placed in various places in the shot as opposed to her actively displaying it. Even so, they continued to spray her on every other shot. On the shooting floor she found that the male models were now wearing thongs which, while not see through basically outlined their cock and balls in a cloth sack. For January she once again lay on the bed only this time Jason was over her and their lips were nearly touching. She had to keep reminding herself to breathe and it seemed like 5 hours instead of 5 minutes until Oliver called out, "Next!" Cupid still had a diaper but it was a much smaller one and she held a toy arrow as though it were sticking out of her heart and leaned up toward him with lips puckered as he bent toward her, his empty bow at his side. The Leprechaun was moving to kiss her as she sat on the pot of gold and leaned toward him. Her April rabbit was once again on her hands and knees but this time her man rabbit was on top of her in the same position. She turned her head back toward him and he moved his head toward hers. Knowing it was Roger she almost shuddered with desire and hoped she didn't soak through her shear bikini bottoms to tip him off how turned on she was. She leaned back against the Maypole with her suitor holding her from behind. She looked back at him as leaned over her shoulder. It was with the June wedding that the groom actually took her in her arms and gave her her first real kiss. This was no peck on the cheek. It was a full tongue dueling, face sucking expression of desire that Tasha didn't mind at all. She hoped there would be some technical problems so she could prolong this. But there weren't. The July farmer started out with her ankles in the wheelbarrow as before but this time he walked his hands under leg until his crotch was snugly up against hers. She thought she could feel his member stiffening against her but the shoot ended before she could be sure. August's black barbecuer had her in his arms over the grill as he brought her to his lips and she once again got a real kiss. In September's school office she sat on the desk with her skirt and blouse in a heap beside, the teacher's shirt wide open and his pants around his feet. He was tightly up against her crotch to crotch as he, too, kissed her. This time there was no doubt that she felt his member twitching against her through the see through bikini. October's dungeon master had her legs wrapped around him as much as they could considering his size. The noose was still in place as she leaned down to kiss him. For November she was on her back with her legs and arms up like a turkey. The Pilgrim was bent over kissing her as he held up a carving knife and serving fork. Santa was now sitting on the couch and she was on his lap giving him a real kiss as well. "Lunch!" Oliver called. While everyone else ate pizza out on the main set, Tasha and Oliver had one to themselves in her dressing room. "I must say, Tasha, you have been doing very well so far. But the true test of your modeling skills will come in these last two sessions—our R and X rated versions." Tasha nodded her head since she had her mouthful—and she had no idea what to say about the upcoming sessions Until an hour ago she had never kissed a boy other than a peck on the cheek or closed lip peck on the lips. She was pleased to say that she found French Kissing very pleasant and looked forward to more of it. "Now for the next set you will be topless and the other models will be nude. You will be expected to make it look like you are about to give them a blow job—" "A what?" not sure she had heard correctly. "A blow job," he repeated. "You mean like suck on their penises?" "That's it exactly although if you plan on being a real model you should start using proper modeling lingo. It is not called a penis in the profession. It is referred to as a cock." "You mean I actually have to touch their cocks?" she asked swallowing. "Of course. But don't overdo it. We don't want them to cum all over the set and your costume." "Cum?" "Haven't they taught you anything in that school?" Oliver said walking over to a large screen TV that had been monitoring the area of the sets. Attached to it was a DVD player into which he put a DVD. He then came back over and sat next to her. He had brought back the remote from on top of the player and now pushed a couple of buttons until a screen with several titles popped up—ERECTIONS, BJs, EJACULATION, INTERCOURSE and CREAMPIES. He brought the indicator to PLAY ALL and clicked. The screen went to black and the word ERECTIONS faded in and faded out. Then the black faded to a room with a beige color scheme—walls, furniture, throw rugs—and a man sitting on the couch with a girl about Tasha's age sitting next to him. Both were naked. The girl reached over and wrapped her hand around his cock and gently slid her hand up and down its flaccid 7-inch length. Of course, it wasn't flaccid long. Tasha watched in amazement as it seemed to grow another 2 inches as the girl played with it. Soon the girl took her hand away and the man's cock stood there proudly on its own. The camera zoomed in on it as this scene dissolved into a bedroom where another young girl with a man who appeared to be her father's age lay naked on the bed. The man's cock appeared shorter than the man on the couch but maybe a little thicker. This time the girl did not grab it but danced her fingers back and forth along it. And once again it magically stood up for her until 6 hard inches of man meat presented itself. The images continued until Tasha had seen 10 different teens bring 10 different cocks of all races and colors and sizes to attention. Then the screen went black and the title BJs faded in and out and the scene returned to the first one of the couple on the beige couch. Now the girl leaned down and kissed the tip of the man's erect penis. "Gross," Tasha said as she made a sour face, "that's where he pees from!" Oliver just smiled as the girl on the screen turned her face up to her man and smiled at him. He smiled back and she returned her attention to his cock. This time she opened her mouth and put it over the stiff organ and began to bob up and down as if she were sucking on a Popsicle. "Ohmygawd!" Tasha gasped. Before she could say anything else the scene dissolved into the bedroom where the two that seemed to be father and daughter were and she, too, began to lick and suck on his member. One by one the 10 previous ERECTIONS scenes escalated to the next level of blowjobs. As it reached the final scene and Tasha expected it to move on to ejaculations, Tasha looked up at Oliver with a myriad of questions about the afternoon's activities on her mind. "Keep watching," Oliver said with a nod toward the TV. "We're only half way through this one." Instead of a title coming up, the black screen dissolved into the first couch scene only now the girl had her butt up to the edge of the couch and her feet next to her hips with her legs spread as wide as she could. Her private slit and its tuft of hair was visible to the world. But before Tasha had a chance to question her lack of morals, the man who was now kneeling on the floor in front of her, leaned in and began to lick her slit and stick his tongue inside her. As Tasha watched mesmerized he started to concentrate on the little button at the top of her opening that Tasha had recently discovered to be very sensitive and capable of providing great pleasure. He teased it with his tongue and then sucked on it. The girl seemed to be enjoying it very much and thrust her hips toward his mouth as though trying to stick herself inside of him. "Blowjobs go both ways," Oliver informed her. Tasha thought, blow jobs—so that's what a BJ is. She felt herself becoming more aroused as each of the ten couples continued administering to each other orally. "Those women look like they are enjoying the attention, don't they?" Oliver asked. "Yeah," Tasha said. "Would you like to know what it feels like?" The question took her by surprise as she sat up in her chair and looked around the dressing area. Her assistants, Tony and Sven were out having lunch with the rest of the crew and models. "Now?" she asked. "Why not? There's no one here. Who's to know?" "Are you sure you want to?" "Absolutely. You will be expected to take the models organs into your mouth and I think you will handle that better when you understand how good that feels." "I have rubbed myself sometimes and it feels really good. I understand." "You have done what is known as masturbation and there is nothing wrong with that. But it is not the seem as having someone else giving you pleasure. Take off those bikinis and sit up on this table in front of me." With clear uncertainty, Tasha did as she was told and spread her legs with her feet up just as the girls had done in the movies. She was embarrassed at showing her private parts to another person, especially a man, and especially as she could feel how juicy she was. "See," Oliver said as he ran his finger up her slit to her clit, "you're soaking wet already which means this really has you turned on." When his finger struck her clit it was like a bolt of lightning and all the pent-up tension from the last 20 minutes of voyeurism gave her an unexpected orgasm that was of her Richter scale. As she shuddered with pleasure she felt something warm a pleasant between her legs as Oliver started on his dessert. He deliberately stayed away from her clit since she was still coming down from her first cumming. After a couple of minutes she seemed to be regaining her senses and it was then he started his assault on her love button. First he licked it up, down and around and felt it regain its proud stiffness and then he began to suck on it like the vestige of a tiny penis that it was. He led her to three powerful orgasms before pushing away and letting her rest. As she smiled blissfully at him he said, "Well, that is one of the sensations that make people want to have sex. And as good as that made you feel, it makes a man feel when you do it to him." "You want me to do it to you?" she asked nervously. "No time. But I do need you to understand why you can't try to be as nice to your co-models." He pressed the play button and the last scene of oral pleasure went to black and EJACULATIONS came up. "Remember when I said I didn't want you to excite the boys to cum and you asked what I meant? Here it comes..." The girl and man on the couch had traded positions and now she was kneeling on the floor in front of him and rubbing her hand up and down his cock like she had in the beginning. Only this time she was doing it more vigorously. Suddenly, several long ropes of white fluid shot out the end of his cock. She knew it wasn't pee because it looked creamy. As the other scenes played out in similar fashion Oliver explained what was happening. "When a man has an orgasm he ejaculates like you are seeing here." "Why?" "Because it is intended to happen inside a woman's vagina, you know, her pussy." "YUCH!! Why?" "Because that is his sperm and it wants to swim its way to your egg and start a baby. Each of those spurts is loaded with millions of sperm and all are programmed to seek out a fertile egg and carry on the species. That is why guys wear condoms to catch it so it doesn't make someone pregnant that he isn't ready to be a parent with. It is also why girls give guys blow jobs so that he shoots most of his sperm harmlessly into the air or their mouth where they can swallow it or in her butt with no access to the baby making organs." "In her butt? A guy would really stick his cock in a girl's ass?" "Oh, yes. It happens all the time and it feels good for both parties once you get going. But what we are concerned about is that you only act like you are giving a blow job because that cum gets pretty messy and we don't want you to ruin your bikini bottoms or have to shampoo that pretty hair after every shot." "What about my bras?" "Oh, you won't be wearing those anymore. For the next shoot you will be topless and for the last one you will be naked." "You mean I will have to be naked in front of all those men?" "Don't worry. Like I said you will have your bottoms on for the next shoot but you will be in the act of pulling theirs off so they will be naked in front of you long before you have to be naked in front of them." At this point the last of the ejaculation scenes played out and Oliver switched off the DVD. "Time to get back to work," he said as he left her dressing room and Tony and Sven returned. True to his word, the costume rack Oliver provided Tony and Sven now held only the sheer panties from the last shoot. Tony touched up her makeup as Sven got her hair in order and then it was time to hit the set. She was glad Jason was first. He would help her without making fun of her if she messed up. She held her arms at her side despite a strong urge to cover her breasts and got up on the bed next to Jason. "Now pull his pants down to his knees," Oliver instructed. Eager to actually see a cock when she didn't have to worry about doing it covertly, Tasha did as instructed. Jason was nicely hung, 7 inches flaccid and 9 fully loaded. "Okay, Jason cup her breast—no on the side away from the camera and Tasha use your far hand to take hold of Jason's cock." Tasha thought it felt wonderfully warm and soft...or semi-soft...oh, no, he's gotten hard! "Now just hold that pose. We are taking still shots not making a video." But even as he said this Tasha noticed Phil holding a video camera and following all the action. Phil had been introduced as a documentarian who was doing a movie about Oliver and FYG Productions. "Next," Oliver broke her concentration. For February Oliver had her hold Cupid's loin cloth as though she had just taken it off—which wasn't hard because she just had. A little spirit gum held the rubber tip of the arrow to the skin between her breasts as she touched her extended pointer finger to the tip of his erect cock. March taught her that sometimes the pubic hair matched the head hair as she pulled down the Leprechaun's green speedo and found his cock and balls surrounded by hair as red as that on his head. Roger was still behind her as the April rabbits but he was posed with his hands cupping her breasts as she reared back against him. His 11 inch erection was long enough to reach between her legs and point out just below her panty covered pussy. As they posed, she could feel the length of the hard member pressed up against her flimsily covered sex opening and nearly felt herself cumming but managed to hold back. One of the Maypole streamers caressed her breasts as she knelt with her back to the pole. His erection was pointed straight at her face when Oliver said, "Kiss the tip with your lips." When she did she felt the moistness of a drop of pre-cum and stuck her tongue out to taste it. It was salty and unlike anything she had ever tasted but it wasn't bad. The June set had changed from a mock altar to a mock bridal suite with a white canopy covered bed. This time as she knelt on the bed in front of her "groom" she put her mouth over his gorgeous 10 inches and covered it halfway. Playfully she twirled her tongue around it and heard her fellow model gasp. Remembering what Oliver said about not making the guys come she pulled away and he breathed a sigh of relief. The July farmer had her once again in the wheelbarrow pose but she could feel the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy that was protected by the sheer bikini panties. She was grateful they were there. The black August chef was hung with 13 inches that looked as thick as her wrist. He brushed the head of it with barbecue sauce that she eagerly licked off as the cameras whirled. She knelt in front of her teacher for September and looked curiously at his 8-inch cock as though she had never seen one before. October stood on a ladder while pulling on the rope whose noose was around her neck. She was almost able to take his whole fat 5 inches in her mouth and observed how oriental pubic hair seemed to be so much smoother and straighter than the highly curled stuff on the others she had seen last hour and a half. November had her on a large platter like a Thanksgiving turkey with her head hanging back off the table. At this angle her pilgrim was able to easily shove his 9 inches into her throat as his balls slapped her forehead. She could hear him striking the carving knife and fork over her as though preparing to carve her up. She was back on Santa's lap but this time he was feeling up her breasts while she kissed him and held his impressive erection. So, she thought, pubic hair turns white with age as well. "Ten minute break," Oliver said and followed Tasha to her dressing room. "You did really well," he told her. "Thanks." "Now it is time for the calendar with simulated sex." "Simulated sex?" Oliver picked up the remote and the TV came to life with the word INTERCOURSE. Once again the girl was on the edge of the couch with her pussy fully accessible to her partner who took his hard cock and put it next to her opening. With a long smooth stroke he thrust it into the girl who did not even wince. She actually looked like she wanted him to do it. "Is that...fucking?" Tasha almost whispered. "That is fucking." "But she looks so young. I thought you were supposed to be older and married." "Lots of people wait until they are married but your body is ready when your periods start. People used to get married at 13 and 14 all the time. Romeo and Juliet were supposed to be 16 and 15 although some say they were actually younger. The girls you have been watching are all 13 and 14." "You expect me to let all those men stick their things in me? No way! I came to shoot a calendar not make pornography." "Maybe but you agreed to do it in your contract." "Huh? No way!" "Yes, way!" He pulled out her contract from the envelope sitting on her dressing table and pointed out where she had initialed that she was okay with "being filmed in the nude, engaging in sexual activities up to and including full sexual intercourse with internal ejaculation." She had also signed waivers that she would not hold FYG responsible should she become pregnant as a result of her activities during the shoot. "You never told me I was signing this kind of thing!" she said angrily. "You signed it. How can I be held accountable for the fact that you didn't bother reading it?" "Well, I'm not doing it! I quit!" "Fine." Tasha started to pick up her street clothes. "Just pay me the $6,000 cancellation fee and you are free to leave." "What?" "Right here." He pointed out another portion of the contract she had signed agreeing to pay a forfeit fee of $6,000 if she left the shoot unfinished. "So pay up—or get back to work!" As they held their discussion the young girls on the screen continued to get fucked by their partners. Finally Tasha resigned herself to her situation. "What did you mean by 'simulated sex'?" Oliver went over to another table and brought back a magazine with lots of shots of young girls with cocks at or slightly in their pussies. He stopped a one shot with the tip of the man's organ pressed against the girl's opening. "What is happening here?" "He is fucking her." "Are you sure?" "See for yourself! He has his cock in her!" "How far?" "Just the tip." "So is he just pulling back out or just going in?" She looked at the picture again. "I don't know." "Exactly! You can't tell if they are really fucking or if they are just posing. That is simulated sex. Since we are using still pictures for the calendar there is no need to go "all the way" even if the contract gives us that option. We will pose you so it LOOKS like you are about to or have been fucking but it will simply be posing." Tasha thought it over. "Well, okay. As long as it is only simulated. I'm too young to get pregnant." "Actually you are at the peak of your fertility, my dear. You told me this was the 14th day after the end or your last period so you are probably ovulating right now. So we will be careful." Just then the last couple dissolved into CREAMPIES. "What's that?" "Watch." The man pumping the girl on the couch suddenly thrust as deep into her as he could get and his bottom seemed to clench up as he jerked to or three times strongly and then a couple of more time less strongly then held himself there for about 30 seconds. Finally he pulled himself out of her and Tasha could see how the opening to her vagina remained open for a few seconds as a creamy white liquid trickled out of her. The second couple repeated the performance. "Those guys are coming in those girls and they are using any condoms!" Tasha gasped. "That is a creampie," Oliver said, "but don't worry I'll tell the boys to be careful. Let's go. But first take those bottoms off." Tony and Sven came in at that moment and despite her misgivings she slipped the shear panties off and stood naked in front of the three men. "Five minutes," Oliver said to his two assistants. Tony and Sven nodded and immediately went to work on touching up her hair and makeup. Then Sven switched combs and leaned over and began fluffing her pubes. This took her by surprise but she did not make a move to pull away. Then they were finished and she dropped her arms to her sides and marched proudly out to the set. She was once again glad that her cousin would be going first as she knew she could trust him to watch out for her. Jason was on his back on the bed and already sported a healthy erection. "Okay, Tasha," Oliver directed, "I need you to get on top of Jason and face his feet. Now, gentlemen, I want to remind you that Tasha is a virgin so we are only going to simulate intercourse. Especially as she is at her peak fertility. So Jason just help her put the tip of your cock at the entrance to her pussy." As planned, Jason made himself as low as possible on the bed so that Tasha had to really squat to make her pussy reach the point where she could put the head of his cock at its entrance. "That's good, Tasha," Oliver said. "But can you get a little more of the head inside you?" She squatted until she felt his whole head pop into her and stretch her hymen, that thin little membrane that protected her childhood innocence. "Perfect," Oliver said. "Now hold it just that way..." She felt her legs growing weak and prayed Oliver would speed up this shot before something happened. Just then someone yelled, "Bee!" Knowing that Jason was highly allergic to bee stings, Tasha instinctively tried to lift herself off of her cousin but she felt his hands pulling her down at the same time as his hips thrust up. There was a flash of pain immediately followed by an overpowering sense of fullness as Tasha crossed the threshold into womanhood. Jason stayed deep inside his cousin and relished the tightness of her virgin pussy. For the three months he had been part of Oliver's entourage at FYG he had been dreaming of this moment. Every other week they had brought other young women here with the same well rehearsed story and had a wonderful time breaking them into the world of sex. Tasha was the youngest one they had done and for Jason it was the best. A hush had fallen over the room until Tasha looked down where her cousin's prick filled her womanhood up to his balls. In fact that was all she saw when she looked down. "Look everyone," she said, "I've got balls!" Everyone started laughing and Jason began fucking. Slowly at first and then building up steam as Tasha began to respond meeting his upward thrusts with downward drops. It didn't take long for all the musk she had inhaled and the excitement of the day as well as her recent talk with Oliver to push Tasha over the edge to the strongest orgasm of her life. Unconsciously her pussy muscles milked Jason for all they were worth and a minute later she felt him grow larger within her and spasm as her insides seemed made of liquid. Oh, my god, she thought, he's cumming inside of me. The images of those twitching cocks from the video pumping long ropes of potent sperm filled her head as her pussy was filled with reality. As she recovered from the intensity of her first sexual encounter she became aware of all the clicking of cameras and Phil with his video camera catching all the action. When she climbed off of her cousin she noticed some blood on his now deflating cock. "Did I hurt you?" she asked with sudden concern. "Not at all, Tasha. That is your blood from the tearing of your hymen." She looked between her thighs and noticed that the cum seeping down her legs was indeed pink with a few ribbons of red. "It doesn't hurt," she said. "Well, no sense crying over spilt milk—or cum in this case," Oliver said. "Tony, Sven, get her a shower and get her ready for the next shoot. And let's have no more accidents!" Tony and Sven took her behind her dressing room where there was indeed a shower set up. As she stepped under the warm spray she turned and saw that Tony and Sven were stripping down and in a minute they were on either side of her lathering her with soap and rubbing it off with their hands making sure they felt up every inch of her nubile teenage body. As he soaped her pussy and gently cleaned the residual cum from her thighs and pubic hair, Sven contemplated the millions of sperm that still remained within her seeking the prize of her waiting egg. They took care to make her feel good without arousing her too much. Twenty minutes later she returned to the set looking as fresh and pure as she had been 45 minutes earlier. On the red-sheeted February bed she lay on her side facing the camera while an elastic rope was tied between her ankles. Then they stretched her legs apart and the Native American Cupid with his erect bronze cock ducked under the rope and between her legs. He placed the tip of his cock next to her opening but made no effort to put it in. Tasha glanced up a one of the big monitors and saw that the effect was her legs were now Cupid's bow and Cupid himself was the arrow. While the lighting was set and cameras adjusted, Cupid slid his cock back and forth above her opening making special effort to contact her clit on each stroke. Despite her best efforts, Tasha felt herself becoming aroused as she watched his movements on the monitor. Thank goodness he was a gentleman and respected Oliver's warning about no more accidents. She didn't notice the slight nod of Cupid's head or the assistant with the peashooter behind her. But she did feel the sting of a pea on her butt and instinctively thrust her hips away from the sting. This was timed so that Cupid was on his back stroke as she thrust forward so that on his next thrust he slid right into her recently devirginized pussy. He backed out until only the tip was in her and then thrust in again. Tasha was going to object to Oliver but then she realized that she had moved up where his penis had the opportunity enter her. It made it look like this was her idea. Besides, she had to admit that it felt good and this angle was stimulating her in different ways than she had felt riding Jason. After about three minutes she felt him twitch within her and once again her innards were warmed by a load of sperm. She wondered what people would think if she had a half Indian baby but hoped she would luck out and not get pregnant. Two accidents were enough for one day. This time Oliver only allowed enough time to wash her up between her legs and then she found herself laid back over the Leprechaun's pot of gold. With no ceremony or discretion the small red head with the 6 inch cock stepped up and thrust into her until his red pubic hair mingled with her brunette ones. She was going to protest until she remembered that she had agreed to have full intercourse and Oliver had only suggested simulated sex because she was a virgin. Now everyone knew she wasn't and had even seemed to see her initiate it so how could she complain. She hadn't cum since her cousin but she did enjoy the feeling she got from having a cock inside her and she could feel herself start to climb toward another. Before she did however she was treated to a dose of Irish cum. Still leaking Leprechaun cum she had rabbit ears placed on her head and found herself on all fours in front of her heart throb Roger. Her aunt had told her she couldn't go on dates until she turned 16 and she had hoped Roger would still be around to ask her. If only her aunt could see her now. Roger moved his 8 incher behind her and leaned over until his body covered hers. He reached around her and played with her breasts as his cock slid in on the cum already inside her. In this position his balls slapped her clit with every thrust and she felt no need to hold back. So, as the cameras clicked and rolled, Tasha and Roger went at it—well, like rabbits. This time she had her second orgasm from intercourse and hoped that if she were to become pregnant it would be with Roger. The May set had changed significantly. Instead of a maypole, her co-model lay on his back on the mock grass with his long slender cock as the pole. She was placed in a bottomless leather contraption that left her pussy as the lowest point of her body. The device had streamer on it and was lowered on a rope as the streamers were carried by other models who circled them. So the device lowered her down on to his cock as she went around and around. The cock going around and around inside her was a wild feeling. I'm really being drilled now, she thought when he unleashed a flood within her. This time Oliver once again had her showered and really cleaned up so she once again looked virginal as she put on her bridal veil and prepared to experience her first traditional missionary fuck with her handsome and well endowed groom. Oliver had told him to treat it as a honeymoon and the groom took full advantage. He started with kissing and caressing her, blowing in her ear and sucking on her earlobes. Then he moved down and sucked on each nipple, taking nearly all of her developing breasts into his mouth and then moving down again until he began to work her pussy like Oliver had. When she was on the brink of orgasm he moved up between her legs and put his ten inch, rock solid prick up to her pussy and slowly work it in and out, tantalizing her by only going an additional ½ inch with each stroke. As he neared full penetration he hooked his arms under her knees and brought them up to either side of her chest enabling him to reach maximum depth. He was a skilled lover and within 5 minutes brought her to as many orgasms before finally "consummating" their "marriage". Her July gardener held her by her upper thighs and just thrust in and held it there. The act of walking her like a wheelbarrow was enough to stimulate them both until he gave her shot number 7. She was nervous going into the August shoot because of the size and girth of the black model and he did his best to "tenderize" his meat on the butcher block table next to the grill. She felt her pussy stretched to her limits as he pushed against her cervix with each thrust and ground her clit while his balls slapped her ass. Despite the fact that he was number 8 to attempt fertilization, Tasha was seriously concerned that she would have a black man's baby as he was right against her cervix and she thought she felt cum further inside her than any one before—like he was shooting straight into her uterus. For September she sat astride her teacher as he sat in his armless office chair. Once again she did not achieve orgasm but still enjoyed the feelings she got before he blew his wad into her. The October Halloween dungeon was scary as her oriental master cuffed her hands behind her back, pushed a vibrating dildo up her virgin asshole, made her climb a step ladder and put a noose around her neck. He then stepped up to her and shoved his short but very fat prick into her so she had something in both her pussy and ass as he knocked the step ladder out of the way and she quickly wrapped her legs around him to herself from hanging. Then he pressed an industrial style switch box hanging by a ½ inch cable and she heard a whirring sound. It took her a moment to realize it must be a winch as she felt the noose start to pull up and tighten. He bounced her up and down and she gasped for breath and prayed he would make it short and sweet. Then, just before she would have lost consciousness she had an intense orgasm and felt him twitch as well. She was trussed up as a turkey again for November as the Pilgrim played with his dinner. Once again he came before she did. So she counted on Santa to give her the present of an orgasm and he proved that with age comes experience. They started with her in his lap on the couch and then shifted to her on his back as he mounted her missionary style. When she came he changed position and had her kneel on the floor and bend over the couch cushions as he entered like Roger the Rabbit had done. Then he laid on his back on the floor and she faced him as she lowered herself unto his cock and began to work it for all it was worth. Suddenly there was a cock at her lips and she looked up to see that Oliver had stripped and was standing there waiting for a blow job. Well, she decided, he had treated her well so it was time to return the favor. When she opened her mouth he thrust the tip inside and slowly worked in and out until she actually took it down her throat without gagging. At this point she felt a finger slide into her ass as. It was still stretched from October's dildo so a live finger did not hurt as it moved around inside her. In fact, she was almost sorry when it was taken out but with Oliver's prick down her throat she couldn't say anything. "Hold on, cuz," said a voice behind her that she recognized as Jason's. "Here it comes!" And with that she felt a cock in her ass separated from the one in her pussy by a thin membrane as all four got into a rhythm. Jason was the first to cum despite being the last to arrive. Then Oliver blasted into her mouth and she got her first taste of what she felt Santa now deliver to her womb. In her afterglow she was carried over the "honeymoon" bed and laid on her back. Then Oliver was looming over her as she felt him move into her pussy and start to pound away. When he was done, Tony took her, then Sven and Phil the videographer followed by the rest of the crew not involved in the original shots and not officially models. Once everyone had shot a load into her pussy they started threesomes and foursomes. This went on for about 90 minutes until everyone had added a second load in all of her orifices. At 7 PM Oliver had everyone start packing up. Tony and Sven took Tasha back to the shower and cleaned her up as she basked in the glow of being a woman. By 8 only Roger, Jason, Tony, Sven and Oliver remained with Tasha. The first four went downstairs with the last of the gear leaving Tasha with Oliver as he set about shutting off the water and lights until FYG's next session. Tasha picked up the envelope with her contract from the dressing room table and went over by the elevator to wait. As Oliver approached she tapped the contract envelope and confronted him. "This is a very impressive operation, Oliver." "Thank you," Oliver said with a trace of confusion, "I guess." "You and I both know I am too young to be bound by this contract and we also know that all of this would be considered kiddie porn..." "And your point is?" "I plan to go to college and while I have a trust left from my parents insurance after their death's, I could use a lot more to get into the ivy league school of my choice." "I'm listening." "Well, I am willing to forget how old I am for 30% if the profits." "You must be joking—" "Definitely not. You would have no profits at all if you hadn't thrown me to the wolves and I am sure I am pregnant which is an added 18 years worth of expenses. So do we settle at 30% or do I change it to 35%." "You drive a hard bargain," Oliver said, mentally jacking his price up by 40%. He held out his hand and they shook hands as the elevator came to a stop. Oliver headed over to his van when Tasha called out after him, "Very cute, by the way." "What?" "FYG" "What about it?" "Fuck Young Girls—very cute!" Oliver smiled, got in the van with Tony and Sven and drove off. Jason and Roger were already in Jason's car as Jason had told Roger he would give him a ride home. "There is still about 4 hours left of my birthday and I think Roger should sleep over at our house tonight." "You sure, cuz?" Jason asked as she buckled her seatbelt. "Absolutely!" Roger called home and told them he was spending the night at Jason's and the three of them continued their sexual explorations on Jason's parents king size bed and eventually fell asleep in a tangle of naked limbs. In the morning Tasha awoke to Roger fondling her pussy and kissing her breasts. Jason joined him and she soon had two more sperm loads but now she didn't have to worry about pregnancy. Of course, she still would until three weeks later when the little strip showed positive and she would have to worry about periods for 9 months. At that time she gave birth to a healthy baby girl which she named Olivia... END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71