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 TITLE: Let's Make a Porno
PART: Chapter 1
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: mf teen rom size mast handjob
SUMMARY: Bridget and Luke, both 14 years old, are a spoiled rich girl
and her butler.  When Bridget has a kinky idea, Luke can hardly refuse,
seeing as he's her servant...  right?  Written for Jviper on Hentai
Foundry.
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   "Make sure to handle it carefully," Bridget Rockwell fussed at him, as
she always did.
   "I will," Luke Sherwin answered, as he always did.  Bridget nodded, and
shut the car door.  Luke found himself staring at her backside as she
walked onto the field.  Her cute little bubble butt swayed hypnotically,
her short white shorts hugging those subtle curves tightly, with some of
her longer red strands of hair reaching down to just barely cover it.
   The 14 year old jerked his gaze away and shook his head.  That was
Bridget.  He couldn't look at Bridget like that.  He licked his suddenly
dry lips to moisten them, and pulled the car away from beside the middle
school football field to find a parking spot.
   Of course, this early before the Friday night game, nearly all the
parking spots were open.  Not like that morning.  It had been a typical
school morning; Luke was up at the crack of dawn, getting himself ready and
later trying to get Bridget up in time for school.  The somewhat bratty
girl always dragged her feet till the last possible moment, and so the
school parking lot was usually full when he dropped her off in front of the
entrance and then went to find a spot.  In this way, he had more tardies
than he could count, whereas Bridget was always in class on the nick of
time.
   He chuckled as he pulled the sedan into a spot and switched off the
ignition.  He'd thought getting his young worker's license at the beginning
of the 8th grade school year would make things easier for him.  It had
certainly relieved Giles, the Rockwell family's aging butler and chaffeur,
from the duty of taking Bridget everywhere.
   Luke pulled the trumpet case from the trunk before walking across the
parking lot towards the bleachers.  He was tall for his age, with a
swimmer's physique.  He loved swimming, and often indulged his passion in
the Rockwells' Olympic sized swimming pool; unfortunately, given his duties
to Bridget, he couldn't commit the time necessary to join the school swim
team.
   Luke and Bridget had known each other all their lives.  He'd been born
only a few scant months before Bridget, his single mother's only child. 
Miranda Sherwin was the maid and cook for the Rockwells, and had been wet
nurse for Bridget even as she had breast fed her son.  Mr.  and Mrs. 
Rockwell had made clear their expectation that Luke was not going to get a
free stay in their home; he had to contribute.  Thus, he had grown up in
the role of Bridget's servant, her personal butler as she liked to call
him.
   He toted the trumpet case to the bandstand by the bleachers on the
field. "Over here, Luke," Amy called.  He went over to her and set the
trumpet case down by the seat Amy indicated.  "She's over chatting with
Summer," the nerdy brunette - wearing one of her customary baggy shirts
that left everything to the imagination - gestured to the field at the
cheerleading squad.
   As she always did when thinking of the incredibly hot blonde
cheerleading captain, Amy self-consciously brushed her brown hair out of
her eyes and pushed her glasses up her nose.  She had always known that
Bridget, her best friend, was far prettier than she was, but Bridget didn't
flaunt it like Summer did.  The cheerleading captain was an incorrigible
flirt and always dressed in tight-fitting clothes, as skimpy as she could
get away with.  Not to mention she was a total slut; rumor had it that
she'd slept with nearly every older football player at the local high
school, not to mention all her same-age conquests at the middle school she
attended with Amy, Bridget, and Luke.
   "Do you think her parents will be here?" Amy asked, and Luke jerked his
gaze away from the cheerleaders.  Figures, the nerdy brunette thought; all
the guys are hypnotized by Summer.  She couldn't blame them though.  Maybe
she should start wearing tighter shirts and show off her boobs; but she was
far too shy to do that.
   In point of fact, Luke had been staring at Bridget, as he had been doing
a lot lately.  Sure, Summer was hot as hell, but Bridget practically exuded
innocent sensuality and youthful vigor without being aware of it.  He'd
used to jack off while thinking of Summer or various other cheerleaders,
but lately he'd caught himself imagining Bridget's perfect bubble ass,
angelic face, and nicely rounded but delicately small tits.
   "Um," he said, starting guiltily, hoping Amy hadn't caught him staring.
He knew Bridget was really hoping her parents would make it, but he
privately doubted they would.  "I don't know," he said diplomatically.
   "But her trumpet solo is tonight," Amy pressed.
   "It would make sense for them to come for that," he allowed.  Mom had
always impressed upon him the importance of never speaking ill of their
employers or divulging any of their private information; being a family
servant was a position of trust, she'd emphasized throughout his youth.
   "Objection, witness is evading the question," Amy rolled her eyes.
   He grinned at her.  "You want the truth?"
   "Yeah!"
   "You can't handle the truth!"
   Amy laughed at Luke's movie quote and lightly punched his arm.  "I gotta
go check on Bridget," he added, and Amy let him go.
   Down on the field, away from where the football team was doing warm-ups,
Summer and Bridget were chatting as the cheerleading captain did her
stretches.  "Whatcha so nervous for?" Summer wondered astutely as she did a
split and bent her head as close to one of her knees as she could, which
was pretty damn close.
   "Nothing," Bridget said quickly, then corrected herself.  "Well, I've
got a trumpet solo tonight at the half."
   "You'll do great," the cheerleader assured her as she sat up and then
bent her head towards her other knee.  "You've got nothing to worry about.
Me on the other hand..."
   "What's wrong?" the rich girl wondered.  "One of your girls sick?"
   "I wish," Summer said as she came up to a standing position again, as
lithe as a cat, "then I know she'd recover eventually.  No, it's Clare. 
She's grounded for life."
   "What'd she do?"
   The blonde cheerleader looked at the redheaded trumpet player with some
surprise.  "You haven't heard?  Stupid bitch made a sex tape with her
boyfriend, and her parents found it.  Now they keep her under lock and key.
Drive her to school every morning, pick her up right after, and don't let
her go anywhere.  Talking about home schooling her."
   "Wow," Bridget said.
   "I know, right?" Summer agreed.  "Wanna see it?" Actually, she'd
misunderstood Bridget's sentiment.  The rich girl was suddenly envious of
Clare, whose parents were now devoting all their time to her; Mr.  and Mrs.
Rockwell were hardly ever around.  Her dad worked long hours, and her
mother was always out at socials.  Most nights she and Luke ate dinner
alone, prepared for them by his mother.
   That's why she was nervous.  It wasn't about the trumpet solo, she knew
she could ace that; she was hoping beyond hope that her parents would
actually come.  They never came to any of her performances, but maybe this
time, since she was playing a solo...
   "See what?" she asked.
   "The sex video of course," Summer said.  "Clare put it on Tumblr before
she got caught." Bridget stared at her incredulously, curious despite
herself as Summer whipped out her cell phone.  She'd never seen any porn;
she was definitely curious about it, but of course her parents didn't let
her see any.
   Bridget watched, fascinated, as the somewhat grainy quality video played
out.  She gasped when Clare's boyfriend pulled his cock out.  "It's so
big!"
   Summer rolled her eyes.  "You're a virgin, Bridget, even Danny would
look huge to you."
   "Who's Danny?" Bridget furrowed her brow.
   "Senior quarterback at the high school," Summer said.  "Big burly hunk.
You'd never think he'd have just a three incher.  But no, that there that
Clare's playing with is normal size, 5 inches or so I'd guess.  I don't
think there are any big dicks in this town, and believe me I've looked."
   Bridget was blushing beet red from the top of her head to the tip of her
toes.  She yipped, startled, to hear Luke's voice as he came up behind
them. "Hey Bridget," he said.  "Hey Summer," he added as the cheerleading
captain quickly put away her phone with a smirk at the rich little redhead.
"I've got your trumpet up there, Amy showed me where you wanted it.  Need
anything else?"
   "Yeah," Bridget said, fumbling in her purse and fishing out a 20 dollar
bill - the smallest denomination she ever had in her sheaf of 50's and
100's: her parents' generous allowance.  "Go get me a hot dog."
   Luke eyed her dubiously.  "The concession stand isn't open yet."
   "Well tell them to give you one anyway," Bridget insisted.  He
suppressed a sigh and dutifully took the money.  Summer was looking highly
amused, as she always did when Bridget ordered Luke around in front of her.
Luke chose to ignore that, as he always did.  Bridget either didn't notice
Summer's amusement, or didn't care.
   Over at the concession stand, there was a dark-haired girl Luke didn't
recognize behind the counter.  Her back was to him as she was setting
things up.  "Excuse me, please?" he said, and the girl turned around for a
moment.  She was a goth, all in black, clad in a skull-covered t-shirt and
black jeans.  Her hair didn't reach her shoulder, and was pure black, with
deep red and bold purple streaks dyed in.  A nose ring pierced her nostril,
and dark purple eye shadow and equally-shaded lipstick colored her face.
   She glanced at him disinterestedly, and said, "We're closed," and turned
back away.
   "Um, sorry, yes, I know, but--"
   Without turning around, she answered, "I'm gay.  I don't want your phone
number."
   Luke blinked, utterly nonplussed.  Before he could open his mouth to
reply, a familiar voice said, "Is Luke bothering you, Winter?  I'mma have
to beat his ass up." He turned to see tomboyish Sam - short for Samantha,
but woe to anyone who called her by her full name - grinning at him as she
punched him in the shoulder, not nearly as lightly as Amy had.
   Sam had long brownish blonde hair, usually pulled back into a ponytail
to allow for all the physical activity she did.  She held the distinction
of being the only girl to be on the middle school football team.  One might
imagine a female football player to be big and bulky, but Sam was quite the
opposite: short, lithe, and agile, with small A cup tits that didn't impede
her movement in the slightest, she served as the running back for the team.
No one ever caught her, she was like Forrest Gump once she got the ball.
She was plenty strong though, but her muscles were subtle and toned,
like Luke's, rather than bulked up like the boys on the team.  The tomboy
was constantly challenging Luke to arm wrestling contests: she won about a
quarter of the time, he won about a quarter of the time, and half of the
time they just stalemated.
   "Ow," Luke said good-naturedly.  "Shouldn't you be warming up with the
guys?"
   Sam rolled her eyes.  "Please.  I can run rings around them in my sleep.
Besides, we're only playing Windsor Middle, they're total pushovers.  I
just came to check up on Winter."
   They looked at the goth girl - Winter - who was eyeing them dubiously.
"I'm fine, Sam," she said curtly as she plugged in the hot dog warmer.
   "I was just hoping I could get a hot dog," he said.  "Please?"
   "Let me guess," Sam hazarded, "boss girl has a craving?" Luke nodded. 
"Could you get him one, Winter?"
   Winter looked as though she'd rather give him the finger, but she
acquiesced.  "Thanks," Luke smiled at her, trying to sound as sincerely
appreciative as he was.  She reflexively grinned back - looking extremely
pretty in the process - but then caught herself and turned her smile into a
scowl.
   "Don't mind her," Sam confided as she followed Luke away from the stand,
"she just went through a bad breakup."
   "With a girl?" Luke said, remembering what the goth had said.
   "Sharp, aren't you?" Sam said.  "Yeah.  Laura was a bitch anyway, I kept
telling her.  Winter's only dated girls, but I'm pretty sure she's bi, just
hasn't met a guy she likes yet.  She's my next door neighbor, I've been
friends with her a while, and just thought volunteering at the concession
stand might get her mind off things."
   "Sorry to hear that," Luke said.  "I hope it works."
   "Me too," Sam said.  "Well, see ya, I better make sure my teammates
haven't pulled any muscles or any stupid shit like that." She smacked his
ass as she always did and trotted off.  Luke wasn't sure how he felt about
Sam's familiar treatment of him.  Sure, he'd known her since third grade,
but she was always telling him private things and hanging around him at
every opportunity.  Lately she'd started smacking his ass, what was up with
that?
   Behind them, Winter was staring after Luke and Sam.  She'd seen him in
the school hallways a few times - it was kinda hard to miss him, he was
taller than most of the other 8th graders in the school, and she had to
admit he was kinda cute.
   Her eyes boggled as she saw Sam smack his ass, and then it dawned on
her. That was Luke, Luke that Sam was always on about.  The tomboy had had
a crush on him ever since she'd met him.  Puppy love, with great big stars
in her eyes.  She didn't think Luke had a clue, boys tended to be clueless
anyway.
   Winter had thought about lezzing Sam before - the tomboy was certainly
cute and fun and nice - but Sam had eyes only for Luke.  But the goth girl
had convinced her best friend to practice kissing on each other a few times
at least, pointing out that if she ever fulfilled her fantasy of making out
with Luke, he might like her better if she was a good kisser.
   She had the sudden, absurd image in her head of making out with Luke
herself, and shook her head, shocked at herself.  Where had that come from?
   Luke meanwhile had returned to the bandstand, where Bridget was now
chatting animatedly with her own best friend, the nerdy brunette Amy, and
gave her the hot dog.  "Bout time," the redhead said mildly, but smiled to
take away the sting of the words.  "You can go now."
   He started to turn away, but paused for a moment.  "You'll do great,
Bridget," he said.
   She looked back at him, surprised, but warmth filled her heart.  "I
know," she said, smiling.
   As Luke went to the bleachers - which were starting to fill up with
spectators as gametime neared - Amy looked after him for a moment, shyly
admiring that cute swimmer's ass in his denim shorts, and said, "Do you
ever tell him 'thanks', Bridge?"
   Bridget's eyebrows shot up.  "What for?  That's his job."
   "Yeah, I guess you're right," Amy said uncertainly.  She and Bridget, or
Bridge as she affectionately called her, had been fast friends since
kindergarten, and she'd watched Luke growing up alongside them.  The guy
was an incredibly faithful servant, always doting on Bridget, helping her
and watching out for her.
   The brunette thought she should be so lucky to have a friend like that.
Sure, she had Bridget, and the redhead was plenty generous, but that was
just monetary.  Her parents gave her an allowance of like $100 a day or
something, so she and Amy were always shopping and eating at restaurants.
Luke of course always accompanied them, trailing behind and carrying their
purchases, and in the past year, he'd been driving them too, instead of
Giles.
   But sometimes Amy wondered if her best friend truly appreciated what a
friend she had in Luke, the kind of friend all the money in the world
couldn't buy.  She had the sense that Luke would look after his charge even
if he wasn't being paid (with free room and board) to do so.
   The game started soon thereafter, and as Sam had predicted, their team
was defeating the other team with ease.  Sam was practically a blur
streaking across the field, scoring touchdown after touchdown, and Luke
cheered loudly for her.  The two schools' cheer squads were each doing
their best to outdo the other with their moves, but Summer was a genius for
coming up with sexy cheers, and so her squad was clearly the victor in that
unofficial contest.  Winter glumly and dutifully gave out concessions, and
Bridget kept looking around the bleachers as Amy tried to reassure her.
   When halftime came, she still hadn't spotted any trace of her parents,
and pursed her lips disappointedly.  She played her trumpet solo
flawlessly, while Summer and her squad performed, and applause ensued.  It
warmed her heart to see Luke cheering her, grinning widely at her as he
gave her a standing ovation, but she was still so disappointed that her
parents had never showed up.
   They were probably still at that mayoral banquet, even though Mama had
said they might be able to leave early.  But then, Mama was always saying
things like that, making promises that were never kept.  As the game
resumed into the second half, Bridget wondered what on earth she could
possibly do to get her parents more involved in her life.
   And suddenly, she thought of Summer's absent cheerleader, Clare.
   Their team won the game, 42 to 10, and Luke was there at the bandstand
to pack up her trumpet for her and carry it out to the car, where he
started it and pulled around to the fieldside to pick Bridget up.  The
redhead bid good night to Amy, who hugged her and whispered her sympathies
that Mr.  and Mrs.  Rockwell hadn't shown up, and then got into the car.
   She was quiet on the drive home.  Luke made some attempts at
conversation, praising her trumpet solo and the football team's performance
and Summer's cheering, but the redhead remained silent, only giving
halfhearted mhm's in response.  He just let her be the rest of the drive
home.
   Rockwell Manor was a large estate spanning nearly 10 acres, and Luke
pulled in front of the mansion, turned off the car, and got out, coming
around the car to open the door for Bridget.  The cute redhead got out,
obviously deep in thought, as Giles open the mansion door for her.  Luke
waved at him and said, "Good night, Bridget."
   He got back into the car - he was going to pull it into the rear garage
and then take Bridget's trumpet case in - but Bridget said, "Wait."
   He looked curiously at her.  "Yeah?"
   "Come to my room when you've parked.  I wanna ask you something."
Although mystified, he agreed.  It was about 10 minutes later that he
reached her bedroom, which was an expansive chamber on the second floor. 
The room was painted pink, and was every little girl's dream of a fairytale
castle in its decorations.  Bridget had been thinking about having it
redone - at 14, she might be a little too old for kiddy princess stuff -
but tonight she was only thinking about one thing.
   A muffled "C'm'in!" beckoned Luke into her room, where he discovered her
munching on M&M brownies, her favorite.  His mom had probably made her some
as comfort food, ready for her when she got back from the game, doubtlessly
knowing her parents wouldn't have shown up.
   "What's up?" he asked.
   Bridget finished devouring her food and looked Luke squarely in the
eyes. "I want to make a porno."
   Luke blinked.  Not just once, but several times.  Rapidly.  He was
utterly nonplussed, even more than he had been with Winter's
cold-shouldered response to him at the concession stand.  His brain didn't
process the words for several long moments.
   Finally, he managed to say, "What?"
   "Clare made a sex tape," Bridget went on, the words tumbling out of her
now.  "When her parents found out, they grounded her.  They're watching her
all the time now.  They're gonna home school her."
   He instantly saw what she was getting at, and his heart went out to her.
"Bridget, I don't think--"
   "So," Bridget continued, ignoring his attempt to interrupt, "let's make
a porno."
   Luke was definitely getting a hard-on in his denim shorts, and he
swallowed.  All sorts of murky fantasies were forming in his mind,
fantasies he'd never even dared to dream about.  "Um, uh, er," was all he
could stammer.
   "I need to find a girl to star in it," she added, and Luke blinked
again. She caught his expression.  "Well, obviously I'm not going to do it.
You don't think I'm gonna take off my clothes in front of the world, do
you?"
   "But then how--" he began, his hard on beginning to fade away.  Sort of.
   "Well, just because I'm not IN the porno doesn't mean Mama and Dad won't
be upset that I'm directing it," she said, convinced of her own logic. 
"But you can be the star!" She beamed brightly at him.
   Luke couldn't deny that there were a lot of hot girls at school, Summer
not the least of them, but despite his teenage hormones and his virginal
lust for all things female, he didn't really want to fuck any girl except
Bridget, to whom he had become increasingly attracted in the past couple of
years.  "I don't know, Bridget," he managed to say.
   "Well, I do," she said authoritatively, as though that decided that. 
"Now...  pull your pants down."
   Now he totally gaped at her.  "What?"
   "Well, if you're gonna be a porn star, I gotta inspect the goods. 
Everyone knows porn stars have to have a big..." She paused for a moment,
then plunged forward, blushing as she said the dirty word, "...dick."
   "No way," he said, but he couldn't deny that he was getting a hard-on
again.
   "Yes way," she said.  "You're gonna be taking them off for the camera
anyway, so what's the big deal?"
   "I'm NOT going to be--" he began.
   "Aw, c'mon!" she pouted.  His heart turned to butter.  That was the
cutest, most adorable, most sensual pout he'd ever seen.  Like if Angelina
Jolie had vibrant red hair and was a teenager.  It only made him harder and
firmer as he imagined his young cock sliding between those plush lips, but
he was flushing crimson.
   "Just a little peek?" Bridget wheedled, coming over to him.  She hooked
her fingers in the waist of his shorts, a daringly intimate touch that
shocked and aroused Luke further.  He could only sputter and stammer as she
fumbled with the button and zipper of his shorts, and then, so quickly
neither of them quite realized what was happening, his shorts had fallen to
his ankles and his teenage boner sprang out at her, slapping her lightly in
the face.
   Bridget gasped at the sudden sensation, and the sight of it.  It was
HUGE!  Sure, she'd said that about Clare's boyfriend in her naivete, but
Luke's really was!  It was a thick pillar curving up from a burgeoning nest
of pubic curls, and positively throbbing.  Purple veins bulged all up and
down and around its length, pulsing visibly, and clear fluid beaded at the
tip.
   "Holy shit!" she gasped.
   "What?" Luke said, incredibly shy but also incredibly turned on.
   "You're gigantic!" she exclaimed.
   He twisted his lip.  "I'm not that big," he said.
   "Let's measure it!" Bridget suggested enthusiastically.  She dug around
in a drawer and pulled out a short cloth measuring tape, as Luke just stood
there kind of awkwardly.  He was naked - well, half naked, the parts of him
that mattered were naked anyway - in front of Bridget, the girl he had
known and served all his life and was seriously starting to crush on - and
it was all so surreal, he didn't quite know what to do.
   The cute lil redhead put one end of the cloth measure at the base of his
cock, nestling it in the crotch curls that were still growing in there, and
a slight groan guttered in Luke's throat as her fingers grazed him.  "Hold
that there," she said imperiously, and Luke obeyed.
   Bridget's heart was thundering in her chest.  She couldn't believe her
audacity, but she was actually touching and measuring her butler's cock! 
She pulled the cloth measure taut up to the swollen knob of his dick, and
frowned slightly.  Since his dick was curved, holding the tape measure
tautly straight wasn't going to get an accurate measure.  "Can you... 
straighten it out?" she asked.
   He chuckled, hoarsely, nervously.  "Doesn't work like that." She hmm'd
in reply and pressed her fingers down on the middle of the measure, so that
instead of being taut it lay along the top side of his shaft, running from
base to tip.
   "There we are," she said, licking her lips nervously.  "Hold still!" she
berated him as his cock gave a tremendous lurch from her fingers being
pressed lightly on the shaft through the thin material of the cloth
measure. She could feel his dick beating almost, in cadence with his heart
as it throbbed and twitched.  "Wow," she said.
   "What?" he said huskily.  He could barely form coherent speech for
Bridget's soft fingers pressed lightly on his sensitive virginal shaft. 
Precum leaked from his cumslit and dribbled down the underside of his
shaft.
   "7 inches long," she gaped.
   "Is that good?" he asked.  He too had never seen any porn, despite his
best attempts to sneak it past the ever-watchful eye of the Rockwells and
their servants.
   "Summer says average is 5 inches.  She said she hasn't found any big
dicks in this town." Bridget was smiling shyly but proudly.  "Wait till she
hears that I found one!"
   "You're not going to tell--?" he began but Bridget interrupted him.
   "Okay, now let's measure how thick it is," she said.  "Summer's always
saying long shlongs are fun, but it's the thick dicks that blow her mind.
Hey, what's this wet stuff?" As she'd wrapped the cloth measure around his
girth midway up his shaft, his precum was making her fingers sticky and
gunking up the cloth measure.
   "Um," he said, trying to get enough blood to his brain to answer her
simple question.  "Precum.  It shows up when, uh, I get horny."
   "You're horny?" she looked up at him, genuinely astonished.
   "Well, it's not hard all the time," Luke pointed out breathlessly. 
"Just when I'm horny."
   Bridget looked as if she hadn't considered that.  She pulled the cloth
measure away.  "Holy cow.  6 inches in circumference.  I think Summer said
the thickest one she's had was like 5 and a half around." She looked back
up at him.  "Am...  I making you horny?"
   He nodded, his throat incredibly dry.  She blushed, not sure how she
felt about that.  "Well, you've definitely got a porn star cock," she
concluded, and grazed her fingers along the pulsing underside of his thick
long hard cock.  "Is this some kind of...  tube in here?"
   "Yeah," he panted.  His boner was a deep red and only getting redder as
his libido kept charging.  He dared not touch himself for fear that he
would explode.  "Cum goes up through there."
   "Wow," she said, poking and prodding that tubular bulge curiously. 
"That's a really thick tube.  I bet you've got a huge load.  Damn!" she
added, suddenly taking the time to notice his balls; all her attention had
been glued to his cock.  Luke was gasping and sweating, his body twitching
in slight jerks as Bridget explored his teenage manhood.
   She cupped one of his nuts in her palm; it was nearly as fat as a tennis
ball, and perfectly round, snug and tight against the root of his cock.  It
was almost hairless, only a few sparse pubic hairs sprouting from it.
   Luke couldn't keep from whining out a low groan now.  Bridget jerked her
hand away, and he practically whimpered.  "Are you okay?" she asked.  He
could only mumble hoarsely in reply, but nodded.  She gave him a weird
look, but continued her explorations.  She carefully cupped his ball in her
palm again and then did her best to wrap her other hand around his girth.
   Her middle finger just barely touched the tip of her young thumb, and
Luke groaned.  "Oh, god," he bit his lip to keep from yelling.  Bridget
blushed beet red; she was starting to feel pretty good that she was making
him so horny, and she relished this power she had over him.  She
tentatively squeezed her hand around his shaft, and it gave an almightly
lurch as a thick rivulet of pre dribbled from his cumslit and drenched her
hand in clear sticky gunk.
   "Whoa!" she said reflexively, but then realized that her hand was
slippery now and his shaft was sliding a bit in her grasp.  It was like
natural lube!  She slid her hand up and down his fuckpole a little, and
Luke gave a great growling groan that gave her goosebumps of pleasure.
   "So why's it got this sort of...  knob on the end?" she asked,
continuing her examinations.  Her hand slowly slid up and down the thick
length of his fucktool as her other hand stopped cupping his ball and
instead came up to trace around the edge of his cock crown.  "It's kinda
shaped like a mushroom.  Is it some kind of deformity?" Deformity or not,
something about it stirred deep longings inside her, and she felt her
little 14 year old cunny starting to quiver very slightly.
   Luke managed to chuckle hoarsely.  "No...  no, it's...  normal." He
groaned again, rather bestially.  "Dunno why it's...  shaped like...  like
that."
   "Weird," Bridget said.  She kept tracing her finger around the edge of
the cock crown.  "But you know that curved edge flattens out right here--"
As her finger touched lightly on that incredibly sensitive spot of flesh
just beneath his cock crown, where his shaft met the head, Luke cried out,
and his cock throbbed so violently it smacked her in the face as she peered
at it.
   She yelped in surprise as thick hot salty white fluid jetted out of his
pulsing cock directly into her face.  She could feel his dick pulsing and
lurching and bulging as he kept squirting the stuff right in her face.  In
fact, his cock was lurching so much that he shot cum not only on her face,
but on her hair and her blouse too!  As she opened her mouth in shock, some
of it shot between her open lips, and she glugged on it involuntarily,
moaning slightly at the strong musky flavor of it as she reflexively
swallowed.
   It felt like forever, but was really only a few seconds before Luke
stopped jizzing.  Sense slowly started returning to him as his eyes cleared
and he stared at Bridget kneeling on the floor before him, still gripping
his cock in her hand and covered in splotches of his teenage spunk.  "Oh,
god, Bridget," he said, absolutely mortified, "I'm sorry, I--"
   "So is that cum?" The redhead interrupted.  She wiped a dollop off her
face with her fingers and sucked on it, mewling appreciatively.  "Mmm,
that's good!" She beamed up at him, and giggled at his utterly aghast
expression.  "You'll make a great porn star, Luke!"
   There was no way he could deny her anything now.  She could tell him to
swim across a lake filled with alligators, and he would do it.  Being her
personal porn star was a lot easier - and more fun - than that.  He just
grinned foolishly at her.
   She grinned back.  "This is gonna be great, I can just see it!  Now off
you go, I gotta take a shower and clean off your mess." She pouted at him
in mock annoyance.  Inside she was thinking she had to jill off too, this
had gotten her incredibly hot; she'd never fantasized about Luke before,
but tonight all sorts of ideas were coming into her head.
   Luke was used to being summarily dismissed of course, but was a bit
disappointed.  He still had a huge hard boner, but he blushed and pulled
his shorts up.  He could always jack off some more in his room, he
supposed. As he left Bridget's bedroom, he realized he didn't know what was
going to happen now, but their relationship had irrevocably changed...
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
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