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 TITLE: Let's Make a Porno
PART: Chapter 3
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: mf teen rom size camera oral cunnilingus fellatio piv 1st f1st
anal handjob mast
SUMMARY: Luke gains popularity once the school sees his sex video, but
Bridget wants to make another porno.  His second co-star is in love with
him, Summer still lusts after him as a boytoy, and meanwhile his tentative
feelings for Bridget continue to grow...  Written for Jviper on Hentai
Foundry.
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   Sam hopped nimbly off the school bus - she was so short and tiny that
she had to make a bit of a jump - in front of the middle school and walked
through the students milling under the overhang to get to the entrance. 
Winter of course was behind, dragging her feet; not that Sam could blame
her, it was Monday morning after all.  Still, the tomboy was always
energetic about things, and not much could faze her general good cheer.
   Although if Summer kept hanging all over Luke again this week, like
she'd been doing for the past three weeks, that might faze Sam.  She
twisted her lip.  The tomboy still wasn't sure what to make of all that.
   There seemed to be a LOT of extra chatter and giggling today, she idly
noticed as she went into the cafeteria and got into the breakfast line. 
She ordered two sausage and biscuits - one would be for Winter, who would
probably just be getting into the cafeteria by the time Sam got out of the
line - and paid the cafeteria lady.
   As she went to the usual spot where she sat with Winter and a couple of
her football friends, though, Sam was waylaid by a three-strong gaggle of
7th grade girls.  "Hey, you're Samantha, right?  The football player?"
   She frowned.  "I'm Sam," she said significantly.
   "Right, yeah, okay.  You know Luke Sherwin, right?"
   The tomboy furrowed her brow.  "Yeah, so?"
   They giggled and tittered.  "Do you have his phone number?"
   Sam started.  She did in fact have his phone number, but why did these
girls want it?  Why should she give it to them for that matter?  They saw
her hesitation and added, "We'll give you 5 bucks if you give it to us!"
   That decided the matter.  "No, I don't have it," she lied, and pushed
past them, as the 7th grade girls aw'd disappointedly.  At her usual table,
a few of the guys from her team were already there, as Winter set her
backpack down on the table heavily.
   They waved at her.  "You've fucked him, right?" Joe said.  "Is he really
that...  you know.  Big?"
   Sam furrowed her brow.  "No, I haven't, and who are you talking about?"
She was a virgin; she had eyes only for Luke, and if only he'd noticed her,
she would have ravished him years ago.
   "Luke Sherwin," Paulie said, as though it was obvious.
   "Okay," Sam demanded, "what the hell is up with everyone and Luke this
morning?"
   "You haven't seen it?" Joe said.
   "Seen what?"
   Winter's eyes were boggling out.  She had pulled out her phone, and she
handed it to Sam.  "This," the goth girl said.
   For a moment, Sam wasn't sure what she was seeing.  Then it hit her all
at once, and she gasped.  Luke and Summer had made a sex tape!  Her jaw
dropped, and just sort of hung open as she watched, mesmerized.  Holy cow!
All her fantasies about his hot swimmer's body were wonderfully incredibly
true!
   And damn he was hung!
   Annnnd he was fucking the hell out of the slutty cheerleader.  "People
kept talking about 'the Luke video' as I came in," Winter explained.  "I
looked it up.  It's all over Facebook and Tumblr, and it's being reblogged
everywhere." She paused for a moment.  "Summer's pretty hot."
   Sam rolled her eyes.  "Traitor," she said.
   The football players, having discovered that Sam had no firsthand
experience with Luke, went back to avidly watching the video on their cell
phones.  Sam ate her sausage biscuit in a daze.  What had possessed Luke to
make a tape?  She longed to watch, yet she didn't want to.  She loved Luke,
and lusted after him, and wanted to keep watching him in all his nude
glory...  but he wasn't with her in the video.
   10 minutes after the first bell had rung at 8 o'clock sharp, Luke walked
into the building, toting both his and Bridget's backpacks.  As usual,
Bridget had dragged her feet getting out of bed, and he'd dropped her off
in the nick of time.  As usual, the time it took him to park the car and
walk to class made him late.
   He and Bridget shared homeroom, so as he entered the classroom, he gave
the redhead her backpack and reflexively said, "Sorry I'm late, Miss
Clark."
   "Don't worry about it, Luke," Miss Clark said, and that made Luke
suddenly pay attention.  Miss Clark was a total bitch about tardiness!
   But right now, the hot twenty-something teacher was staring very
intently at him and smiling in a friendly manner.  And, he suddenly
noticed, the eyes of everyone were glued to him.  Bridget was grinning at
him triumphantly, and it hit him that everyone in school had seen that
tape.
   He flushed a deep crimson as he took his seat.
   There was silence for a few moments, then the room came alive as
everyone got out of their desks to crowd around Luke.  He hunched over
shyly as everyone peppered him with questions and congratulations.  "Dude!
You rock!" "Are you really that big?" "Can I see it?" "How'd you convince
Summer to make a tape?" "Here's my phone number, call me!" "Were you really
a virgin?" "Where'd you learn to eat pussy like that?" "I wish my boyfriend
would eat pussy like you, can you show him how it's done?"
   Blushing furiously, he mumbled noncommittal answers, and the girls'
hands were casually touching him.
   Which is pretty much how the day went.  He got a million propositions,
including from gay guys, and even the female teachers - the young hot ones
like Miss Clark - were giving him extra attention.  In 1st period, which he
shared with Summer and Bridget, the cheerleader came up to him and gave him
a deep long kiss full of steam and tongue in front of the whole class,
squeezing his ass as she did so.  She was smirking the whole day, the cat
that had gotten the canary.
   Every class that Summer shared with him, she made sure to sit next to
him, commanding him to put his arm around her as she slipped her hand into
his jeans beneath the desk and lightly stroked his cock directly during
class.  Luke was flushing furiously as Summer mercilessly teased and
stroked him all day long, even while the teachers were giving their lesson
and other guys and girls were talking and questioning the couple about
their video.
   Summer had been hanging all over him for the past few weeks of course,
but she hadn't been fondling his cock in public before; now it was like she
had made it her personal job to constantly be in contact with his
babymaker. He flushed every time he thought of his dick as a babymaker, but
he couldn't stop thinking of it that way, and every time he looked at
Summer - or Bridget - he kept imagining her with a round swollen belly. 
This only made his cock throb harder in Summer's daring grasp.
   At lunchtime he had some slight reprieve.  Although Summer and Bridget
shared 5th period together, Luke did not, and the school ate in the
cafeteria in shifts.  Summer and Bridget's class ate in the 1st lunch shift
of 5th period, and Luke's class ate in the 3rd.  So as he chowed down on
his food - eating more quickly than usual by dint of his nervousness as a
gaggle of girls surrounded him, from 6th, 7th, and 8th grades, all giggling
and asking him questions and asking to see or feel his cock and such like -
he heard a familiar and welcome voice say, "Scram, chicks."
   He looked up to see Sam scowling at the girls, who hesitantly backed up,
leaving him alone with the tomboy.  He was even more embarrassed to see his
friend, but grateful nonetheless.  "Thanks, Sam," he said.
   "You need a bodyguard," she quipped, and sat across the table from him
with her own lunch tray.
   "Guess I'm looking at her," he smiled, and she blushed slightly.
   "So what's this video thing all about?" she asked directly as she took a
bite of her peas.  "Doesn't seem like you."
   Luke turned beet red.  Had Sam seen the video too?
   As a matter of fact, though he didn't know it, she had.  She'd spent all
of 1st period and most of 2nd period holding her phone in her lap beneath
the desk - where the teacher couldn't see it - watching the entirety of the
video on Tumblr.  She was still wet from it.  Luke, the boy she'd crushed
on since 3rd grade, was a total and absolute stud!  And she kept imagining
that it was herself in Summer's place.
   "Um, well, uh," he stammered.  "We were just making a porno."
   Her eyebrows shot up.  "Oh, really.  So you weren't just making a sex
tape with your girlfriend."
   "She's not my girlfriend," he said, a little too emphatically.
   "Then why'd you make a sex tape - a porno," she corrected herself as his
mouth opened, "with her?"
   His cheeks warmed.  He couldn't exactly tell her it was Bridget's idea;
that kind of thing would be divulging personal information about his
employer, the sort of thing his mother always told him never to do. 
"Well...  one of her friends dared her to make a porno."
   "With you." Sam locked eyes with him.
   "Yeah." He flushed, looking down at his food as he ate to avoid her
eyes. "With me."
   She was silent for a minute, and his ears burned as he waited.  He
didn't dare look up at her.  Finally the tomboy said, "So what were those
dates all about then?"
   "Getting to know each other," he answered.  "So we'd be comfortable for
the shoot."
   "Was that really your first time?" she asked softly.
   His face was going to be permanently red if this kept up.  "Yeah," he
nodded.
   "Going to do it again?"
   He blinked.  "Um, I don't know.  I don't think so.  I mean...  we did
what she wanted to do."
   "Oh yeah?" Sam challenged him.  "Then why has she kept hanging all over
you today?"
   Luke paused.  He hadn't considered that.  "I don't know."
   The tomboy managed to laugh.  "You don't know a whole lot about girls,
do you, Luke?  I think she likes you.  She certainly liked your dick." He
blushed furiously.  "My guess is she'll want to keep fucking you.  Not to
mention all your new admirers who want a piece of you."
   "I'm not a...  not a man-whore," he protested.
   Her face softened, and she reached her hand across the table to lay atop
his.  He stared at her somewhat intimate touch in surprise, startled at how
hot and silky her small hand was.  "No, you're not," she agreed.  "You're a
sensitive, caring guy.  Just...  don't lose that when you start fucking
your harem?"
   He blushed beet red, but she looked absolutely serious.  The lunch bell
rang then, signaling the end of 3rd shift, and they parted.  Sam didn't let
him go without a teasing smack on the ass, and he actually laughed this
time.  She hadn't smacked his ass in a few weeks - since he'd started
dating Summer, he realized.  He hadn't realized how much he missed the
tomboy smacking his ass.  It felt familiar, and good, something he could
hold onto in his suddenly topsy-turvy world of pornos and horny female
admirers.
   6th period of course had him in class with Summer (and Bridget, since
the cheerleader and rich girl shared all their classes) again, where she
kept stroking his cock like it was her personal toy, and as the bell rang
to end that period and Luke stood up, the cheerleader whispered in his ear.
"Let's go to Coach Barbara's office."
   He looked at her curiously.  "What for?"
   She waggled her blonde eyebrows.  "Come with me and find out."
   "I've gotta carry Bridget's books," he said.
   Summer giggled.  "Fine, carry your crush's books, but then come meet me
there."
   He blushed and nodded.  No matter how much he protested he didn't have a
crush on Bridget, Summer kept teasing him, and his cock would throb
treacherously whenever she did so.  Summer was no fool.
   "What'd Summer say?" Bridget asked him curiously as he walked into her
last class with her bookbag, but notably without Summer herself.
   He shrugged.  "Wants to meet me at the cheerleading coach's office."
   "You're skipping class?" Her eyebrows rose.
   "Um, I guess," he said, running his hand through his hair.  "It's just
study hall for me.  Miss Frazier always lets us leave early if we want." He
never left early of course, he had to stay to drive Bridget home.
   Her eyes glanced to his crotch briefly, so quickly he almost didn't
notice it; he still had a semi-hard-on from Summer's handling.  "Okay," the
cute bubble-butted jailbait said.  "See ya after school."
   He found Coach Barbara's office door open, with Summer lounging back in
the plush rolling chair, her feet propped up on the desk.  "Close that
door, stud, and lock it," she commanded him.
   He obeyed.  "Where's Coach?" he asked.
   "She's on vacation this week.  But I've got the key." She waggled her
eyebrows saucily.  "Bridget keeps you on a short leash, since you can't go
out anywhere without checking with her, but here in school, you're all
mine. Let's fuck!"
   His mouth dropped open.  "What?  Here?  Now?"
   "Yup!" She was already pulling off her leggings and panties beneath her
skirt, baring her golden-downed muff beneath that short miniskirt.
   "What if someone catches us?"
   She laughed and rolled her eyes.  "Oh no!" she exclaimed.  "What if
someone actually sees us having sex?" He blushed, realizing of course that
everyone in the school already HAD seen them having sex.  She came over to
him and unzipped his jeans, reaching in to stroke his succulent thick
monster and fishing it out.
   "Mmmm," she purred appreciatively at seeing it.  It was already
throbbing, lengthening and thickening as it rose.  "You know, butler boy,
as thoroughly as you fucked my brains out Friday night, there was one place
you didn't fuck."
   "What's that?" he asked, his voice half-strangled with pleasure as she
grazed the underside of his shaft with her softly stroking fingers.
   "My ass," she tittered.  His eyes bugged out.  "That's right, stud, I
want your nice long thick shlong to plow my virgin butthole.  I've never
let anyone use my ass before, but I want you in there so bad!" The
cheerleader bit her lip, practically swaying with desire, and Luke couldn't
miss the moisture dribbling down her inner thighs beneath her miniskirt.
   Summer had never been interested in anal before, but the previous Friday
night, when Luke's cockhead had brushed lightly on her asshole before
pushing into her pussy, it had sent such hot sizzling pleasure through her
that she knew she had to have him in her tightest hottest hole.
   "But..." he protested, "the porno's done."
   "Are you saying you don't want to fuck me, butler boy?" she teased him.
"I thought you said I have a nice ass."
   "Yeah you do!" he said, a little too eagerly, and flushed.  "But what do
you want to fuck me for?  If the porno's over with?"
   Her face became a bit serious for a moment, but she still chose that
moment to close her hand around his shaft and start jerking him off slowly
as he groaned.  "Luke, you're a great guy.  You're caring and sensitive,
and it's obvious you care about your friends." Somewhere in the back of his
mind, he recognized the similarity of her words to Sam's at lunch.
   "Plus you're cute with a great ass, you've got the thickest longest
pleasure stick I've ever seen, and you gave me the best tonguefucking and
cums of my life," she added, fondling him a bit more firmly now as he
chuckled throatily.
   "Now," she said, "you're not gonna make me ask again, are you, butler
boy?"
   In response he pulled her to him and squeezed her ass as he kissed her,
and she squealed lustily as his hard throbbing member pressed into her bare
stomach (with the midriff halter she was wearing, her tummy was bare),
leaving sticky wet precum there.
   As he pulled away from their kiss, he was flushing deep red, but she
grinned at him.  "Oh, I liked that, butler boy.  Fuck my ass like you just
kissed me!  But first," she added, "gotta lube you up.  My ass doesn't come
with any self-installed like my pussy and throat do," she giggled, and Luke
blushed again, his cock throbbing.
   She began licking all over his shaft, making sure to drool lavishly on
him, so thickly and thoroughly that her saliva dribbled thickly down his
curved fuckpole as he groaned.  "Maybe we should get Bridget in here to
help lube you up," the cheerleader suggested teasingly.  "Bet she'd like
tasting this nasty dirty cockmeat."
   Luke shuddered with hot desire, and precum dribbled from his cumslit. 
"God, Summer..." he managed to grunt hoarsely.  He was so worked up from
her treatment of him all day that he couldn't hold back and let loose right
then, blasting Summer in the face with a load of his hot musky teenage jizz
and gunking up her hair, face, and cleavage.  She blinked in surprised, and
laughed lustily.
   "Ooooooh, I've got you gooooood and hotttttt, don't I, butler boy?" she
said, scooping up some of his spunk from her tits with her hand and sucking
it off her fingers.  "Mmmmmmm!" she winked at him.  She resumed licking and
stroking him, but he was still hard as a rock, groaning and growling with
pleasure.
   "I bet you just love seeing me covered in your filthy cum," she waggled
her eyebrows at him.  "I bet you'd love to see Bridget covered in it, too,
huh?" His cock throbbed violently at that as he remembered the time he
actually HAD cummed all over the cute redheaded rich girl.
   Summer turn around and bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the
desk.  Her succulent 14 year old ass was bared to him beneath her extremely
short mini-skirt which barely covered an inch of her body.  "Come plow me,
stud," she invited him, "but first...  unlock the door."
   He gasped, blanching slightly.  "But what if someone comes in?" he
panted.
   "I know!" Summer grinned wickedly.  "Someone could come in at any time
and catch us!  Doesn't that make it hotter?" He shuddered, his boner
throbbing, and hesitantly obeyed before coming over behind the cheerleader
and grasping her hips, steadying his boner to press between her ass cheeks.
   She moaned as his cockknob throbbed against her bare soft flesh and
smeared her skin with his precum and her own slobber.  Luke surprised her
and first slid his shaft into her soaking wet pussy.  Summer cried out in
startled pleasure as Luke pushed in all the way, till his balls squelched
into her.  "What...  are you doing?" she panted huskily, feeling his boner
throb deep inside her hot dripping twat.
   As soon as he entered though, he pulled back out, leaving her whimpering
with pleasure.  "Just lubing it up some more," he said hoarsely, grinning.
   "You damn tease," she muttered heatedly, almost whining with the passion
of her lust.  "Fuck my ass, damn it, I need you!"
   This time, as he gripped her waist, he touched his knob to her puckered
fuckhole, and she hissed in feral delight, shocks of pleasure shooting
through her at the touch.  "Goddddd," she moaned, and then half-gasped,
half-shrieked in bliss as he began pushing in, straining to fit his
engorged cockhead inside her tight hot little teenage butt!
   Summer was grunting and groaning like an animal.  "Yesssssss...." she
kept moaning over and over, trying to suck him in with her asshole, until
finally his fat cockhead popped in and her asshole clamped tightly around
his cock crown.  He gasped deeply in intense pleasure, and she moaned,
sweating as she clenched and rippled her horny silken asshole around his
cockhead.
   "More," she demanded, and tried to push her ass back at him, and he
obeyed, thrusting in, slowly stretching her asshole wide with his girth as
he sank into her, inch after throbbing inch of veiny 14 year old cockmeat
disappearing into her virgin rosebud.  "Faster, harder, rougher!" she
demanded breathlessly.  "What if I was Bridget, moaning like a little whore
as I took your big nasty cock up my shitter?"
   Her voice mimicked the redhead's, sounding surprisingly like the rich
girl as she added, "Oh, Luuuuke, fuck me, plow my ass!"
   A deep shuddering growl of lusty pleasure wracked Luke's entire body and
he slammed his hips into her butt, roughly forcing the last few inches of
his fat young cock all the way inside, and Summer bit off a scream of wild
delight at the incredible sensation of having her virgin asshole completely
stuffed with his babymaker.
   "Oh God yes that's it," Summer panted and moaned, her voice barely
coherent but still imitating Bridget's.  "Fuck my brains out with your huge
hard cock in my bubble butt, Luke!"
   "UNGH!" Luke groaned aloud, pistoning savagely into Summer's delicious
ass, and robbing her of coherent speech as she moaned wantonly.  She
writhed, arms trembling as she sought to maintain her grip on the edge of
the desk, and her pussy dribbled wetness down her inner thighs, clenching
and clutching on nothing in the throes of her virginal ass-pleasure.
   Obscene, lewd squelching and slurping sounds filled the dangerously
unlocked office as they rutted like animals in heat, Luke ramming into the
climaxing cheerleader's tight virginal 14 year old asshole.  Her buttocks
were reddened slightly from the force of his hips pounding into them as he
jackhammered her.
   Summer was moaning wildly, panting incoherent sounds that sounded
vaguely like his name as she juiced, convulsing and nearly falling down. 
She managed to catch herself and hold herself up by her elbows on the desk,
grunting and gasping in sublime ecstasy as Luke relentlessly hammered her
ass like a nonstop fuckmachine.  Snarls and grunts of bestial pleasure
strangled his throat, and hearing those sounds of her man - yes, she was
now thinking of this stud as her man, she didn't think she'd ever want
another lover as long as she lived - as he fucked her only drove her
wilder.
   When he finally cummed, his hot jizz poured into the depths of her hot
asshole with force and heat that jolted her body with powerful shocks as
she thrashed, impaled on his fuckrod while he emptied his nuts inside her.
   It belatedly registered in her pleasure-fogged mind that he'd been
calling her 'Bridget' as he roughly pounded her ass, and she smiled,
aftershocks twitching through her, at how horny she'd been able to make him
with her dirty suggestive imitations.
   It took a few minutes for them to recover and come back to themselves,
and Summer eventually came up to a full standing position on shaky legs as
Luke pulled out and stuffed his cock into his jeans again.  "Damn, stud,"
Summer breathed, brushing sweat from his forehead as he grinned, still
half-shyly, at her.  "We gotta do this again."
   The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, and Luke started.
"Bridget!" he exclaimed.  He had to get her bookbag and get to the car so
he could pull around and pick her up.
   Summer gave him a goodbye kiss and copped a feel of his ass, grinning at
his slight yip as he hurried out.  She could still feel his cum leaking out
of her ass down her legs, and it only made her hotter.  She couldn't wait
to invent all kinds of new fun with him!
   As Bridget got into the car, the musk clinging to Luke assaulted her
nostrils.  He fairly reeked of hot fresh raunchy sex.  Not that it had been
hard to figure out what Summer had wanted him for.  And her imagination had
conjured all sorts of hot fantasies of what they might have been doing; her
horny thoughts had distracted her so much she'd only half-listened to the
teacher.
   "Have fun?" she said mildly.  Luke flushed deeply; he had been doing
that nonstop for three weeks straight now, she noticed, ever since she'd
given him a handjob, albeit accidentally.  She was starting to find it
incredibly cute: a porn star without a porn star's ego.
   Luke was doubly embarrassed, since he'd been fantasizing about fucking
Bridget's ass while assfucking Summer.  He couldn't look her in the eye. 
Any time he fantasized about Summer, he was fantasizing about Bridget too,
and vice versa.  Summer had gotten his lusts so entangled and hot and
bothered with her dirty talk and taboo suggestiveness.  His cock throbbed
between his legs as he drove them home.
   "Yeah," he managed to mumble.
   They drove to Rockwell Manor in silence.  Luke dropped Bridget off in
front, where Giles let her in, and once he parked in the garage around
back, he dumped his bookbag in his room before taking Bridget's up to her
suite.  "Here you are, Bridget," he said, setting it on the corner ottoman
that had long ago been designated the spot for her bookbag.  "Anything else
you need?"
   She was quiet, and Luke turned to look at her, struck by how sensually
adorable she looked, her long red hair falling about her shoulders as she
perched on her bubble butt on the edge of her pink-blanketed bed. 
"Nothing," she murmured.
   "Huh?" he prompted, coming over to her.
   "All day, I've been waiting," she said.  "For a text, or a call, or
something.  I thought maybe they might be waiting for me when I got home."
   Her parents.  Of course.  "Maybe they haven't seen the video."
   "They couldn't have missed it!" she said emphatically.  "I put it
everywhere.  Facebook, Tumblr, Youtube, Blogspot, Livejournal, MySpace, and
a dozen other places.  It's been up since Saturday, after Amy edited it."
   She looked so disappointed that Luke didn't know what to do.  "I'm
sorry," he said uncertainly, realizing how lame the words sounded but
helpless to say anything else.
   Bridget surprised him; she stood up and hugged him closely, burying her
face in his chest.  Startled, Luke awkwardly put his arms around her,
holding her gently, and listened to her breathing as she tried to steady
her emotions.  He'd wanted to embrace this beautiful girl for so long, but
protocol as her servant forbade it; now she'd embraced him, and it was
wonderful!  He just wished it was under happier circumstances.
   Her soft scarlet hair smelt wonderful, even better than Summer's.  It
smelt crisp and fresh, like an autumn breeze before the rain.  He breathed
deeply of it as he tenderly stroked her back.  Bridget sighed, and it
sounded like a happy sigh as he lightly massaged her in his hold; he
couldn't help but smile shyly at that.
   He yelped as he felt her hand touch his crotch.  He hadn't been hard,
but his cock was springing up to full steely life just as soon as Bridget
had rubbed it.  And rubbed it she had, quite deliberately, there was no
mistaking that.  "Bridget?" he said hesitantly, his boner throbbing in his
jeans as she stroked his bulge.
   "It's not your fault," she said, sitting down and pulling him with her
to sit next to him on the bed, his arm still around her shoulders.  She was
looking at his face as she massaged his crotch with her young hand.  "You
did great.  You have a porn star cock, and you fuck like a machine." He
blushed, and she tittered slightly at her own naughty language.
   "Well, it's not your fault either," he said, his voice a bit husky.  He
daringly began stroking Bridget's shoulder with his arm around her, and his
free hand rested lightly on her knee, which was covered in denim jeans. 
"You're a great director.  And you cast good roles and a world class
photographer."
   "Videographer," she corrected automatically.  Luke blushed, so did she.
"Amy's always correcting me," she explained.  Her hands began fumbling at
his zipper, and Luke gaped as Bridget fished out his throbbing boner,
stroking it gently with her soft, supple hands.  His gaze was glued to her
face, and her plush mouth was slightly parted, her eyes slightly glazed as
she stroked his cock while he stroked her.
   His hand stroking her shoulder dipped lower and rubbed along the top of
her boob through the thin material of her pink blouse, and she squirmed
slightly, sighing pleasurably.  Luke had no idea where this was going, but
he was content to let Bridget guide him; he didn't want to push her.  He
was just happy that she wanted to be held by him.
   His cock was throbbing dangerously in her hands, and his precum was
dribbling down his shaft, lubing up her hands as her grip slid up and down
his pole.  His hand on her knee came further up her leg, rubbing softly on
her inner thigh through the denim of her jeans.  "Bridget," he warned
huskily, "if you don't stop, I'm gonna--"
   "I know," she murmured, a bit heatedly.  "I remember." She giggled a
little, breathily, and Luke's long fat cock gave a violent throb at the
memory of spurting his load all over her beautiful face.  Her voice was
hoarse and panting; not only was she enjoying his light stroking, but she
was getting off on jacking his horse-cock.
   It was too much for him, and Bridget sensed his imminent explosion,
because she leaned in so that her face was directly over his cock.  Luke
gasped as his cock lurched, flinging globs of cum to squirt all over
Bridget's face.  He felt her delicious jailbait body shivering almost
violently in his hold as he jizzed on her face and his hand rubbed on her
inner thigh, and she moaned, long and low and guttural.
   He was breathing heavily when his load was spent, and Bridget sat up
from her position, leaning over his cock, to look at him.  She was utterly
enraptured by his face, which was going slack with afterglow, and his body
was relaxing as he embraced her.  The warmth of afterglow surged through
her too; his orgasm had triggered hers, too!  She'd spent so much time
fantasizing about his wonderful cock squirting all over her again like he
had before, that when he did, it set her off too.
   This time, neither she nor Luke were embarrassed.  They had both wanted
and fantasized about this for long enough that it just felt right.  Luke
thought she was incredibly beautiful, and smoking sexy, with his cum
splattered all over her cute angelic face and staining her plush teenage
lips.  A little dollop dripped from her eyelashes, and she giggled.
   "Well, guess I'd better take a shower again," she said, her breath still
short.  "Maybe we can do another porno shoot soon.  Some other girl this
time.  Maybe Mama and Dad just figure Summer's such a slut anyway, it's no
big deal."
   His heart thudded in his chest.  Was Bridget actually suggesting that
they fuck together?  He hoped so, but if she was, she wasn't showing it,
her face deep in thought.  "I'll let you know if I think of anyone.  I'll
ask Summer, too," she said.
   It was clearly a dismissal.  Well, she did have to take a shower, like
she'd said.  Luke gently squeezed her shoulder before withdrawing and
stuffing his cock back into his jeans for the second time that afternoon.
   Just as his hand turned the knob of her bedroom door, Bridget said,
"Luke." He pivoted his neck to look at her.  "Thanks," she said.  "For
being my butler."
   He smiled warmly, one which she returned, and left.  She'd never thanked
him for anything before, that he could recall.  A life of entitlement had
done that to her.  It made him feel all gooey inside that she finally had,
that she cared for and appreciated him enough to be grateful.
   But...  was that all he was to her?  Her butler?  Someone she could
order around, to carry out her whims for pornos and mutual masturbation? 
Now the back of his neck did flush; he hoped Bridget thought of him as more
than that, but it was still hot any which way he sliced it.
   He was in his room later, doing his homework, when Giles knocked on his
door.  "Young master Sherwin, a miss Samantha to see you."
   "Sam!" A familiar, indigant voice insisted, but Giles did not correct
himself.  Luke opened the door and goggled to see his tomboy friend there.
The aging Giles nodded at them and left.  "Hey, Luke!" she said brightly.
"Nice digs."
   She'd never visited him before, and he didn't know how to react.  A girl
was in his room, it suddenly occurred to him.  Alone.  A cute girl, he
noticed with some startlement; he'd never thought of Sam like that before.
The back of his neck flushed again, but thankfully he managed to keep it
from reaching his cheeks.
   "Er, thanks," he said.  "They're not mine."
   She rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder.  "I know, silly.  Is boss
girl here?"
   "Bridget?  What do you want with her?"
   "I want to talk to her," Sam said, which only baffled Luke further.  He
didn't think Bridget even knew who Sam was.  He opened his mouth, but Sam
forestalled him, "Don't ask stupid questions, Luke.  Please?"
   He blinked, but nodded.  "Okay." Sam seemed a little on edge, a bit
nervous, which was highly uncharacteristic of her.  What could she want
with Bridget?  "This way."
   She slipped her hand into his arm as he led the way, which caused him to
look at her in surprise.  She smiled, but blushed and made no comment.  He
let it pass, and took her upstairs to the door to Bridget's personal grand
suite.  Knocking, he said, "Bridget?  It's Luke.  Someone wants to see
you."
   "Come in!" he heard the redhead holler, and he opened the door to see
not only Bridget, but Summer and Amy in there, variously lounging on
beanbag chairs or the bed.  "What's up?  Who is it?"
   "It's Sam," he said, and the tomboy stood in the doorway, blushing
furiously as she realized she wasn't going to be speaking with Bridget
alone.
   "Who?" Bridget furrowed her brow.
   "Oh no one, just the star football player," Summer rolled her eyes at
Bridget, but grinned in a friendly manner at Sam, setting the tomboy at
ease.  The cheerleader also smirked at Luke.  "Hey, stud, miss me?" She
blew him a sultry kiss, and squirmed slightly on the bed, clearly
remembering their earlier fucking and getting wet over it.
   "She's my friend," Luke added, and Sam squeezed his arm gratefully for
the endorsement.
   "Oh, right!" Bridget said.  "Hi, Sam!  Um, do you want something?"
   She looked at Luke, then back at Bridget.  "Um, Luke, could you, uh,
give us some privacy, please?"
   Luke flushed.  He considered himself friends with Sam, and he was
starting to consider himself part of the circle with Summer, Amy, and
Bridget; so it felt odd to be excluded.  Well, he was just the rich girl's
personal butler, he reminded himself, and possibly, Summer's boytoy. 
"Sure," he said, forcing a smile.
   He closed the door behind him, returning to his room, very confused.
   Bridget and Amy were looking very curiously at Sam, as the tomboy
blushed under their scrutiny.  Summer just had a sly look on her face,
almost as if she knew what Sam was going to say.
   "I don't mean to be rude," the tomboy said directly, "but to come right
to the point: the porno was your idea, wasn't it?" She was looking straight
at Bridget.
   The red head turned beet red.  "Yeah," she said.  "How'd you know?  Did
Luke tell you?"
   "No," Sam shook her head.  "He kept your secret.  It's just not hard to
figure out; he's not the kind of guy who'd make a sex tape with a
cheerleader, but he worships the ground you walk on, so."
   Bridget blinked at the tomboy's characterization of Luke's relationship
with her.  "Okay, so?"
   Sam took a deep breath.  "Are you gonna make another porno?"
   "What do you care?" the redhead wondered guardedly.
   The tomboy plunged ahead.  "I want to be in it.  With Luke."
   Bridget and Amy gawked at her, but Summer barked out a laugh.  It wasn't
a laugh of hilarity or derision, but rather one of triumph.  "Ha!  I knew
it!" the cheerleader crowed.  "I told him you were making big puppy eyes at
him, but he wouldn't believe me!" Sam had turned crimson, and was reddening
even further at Summer's words, but Bridget was studying her astutely.
   Summer grabbed her cell phone and was texting away, as Bridget said,
"Maybe.  I was gonna ask Summer if she had any ideas for who-- who are you
are texting?"
   "Luke, of course," Summer said.  "Telling him to come up here, we've
found another co-star for him."
   Bridget goggled.  "But I was gonna ask you for ideas first!"
   Summer laughed.  "Yeah, and I was going to suggest her anyway."
   All of them stared at her now, especially Sam, as the cheerleader sent
the text and put her phone up.  "You were?" Sam asked breathlessly,
incredulously.
   "Yup!" Summer's eyes were alight.  "You're clearly in love with him, and
it's going to be sooooo damn hot to see how dirty Luke feels about fucking
such a little girl." Sam flushed, but grinned, a bit shyly.
   Luke knocked on the door again, and Summer preempted Bridget by yelling
for him to come in.  He looked extremely baffled, but Summer flung herself
into his arms and kissed him, ostentatiously rubbing her crotch on his.  A
distinct mmmgghh groaned in his throat as the cheerleader shamelessly made
out with him, and although the other three girls were feeling a little
uncomfortable, they couldn't help but be turned on by the sight.
   When Summer pulled away from him, she gripped his boner through his
jeans, wrenching a heated gasp from him and titters from the other three
girls, and led him to a beanbag chair.  "Sit," she commanded, and when he
had done so, she plopped in his lap, squirming slightly to rub her ass on
his bulging crotch.
   Luke was used to the idea of being in Bridget's room with Amy there too,
while Summer teased him, but Sam being here was a brand new experience for
him, and he flushed.  "Er, Summer," he said.  "Sam's here."
   "I know," she said impishly.  "She saw it all day at school too.  And on
the video." Both Sam and Luke blushed now.  "And she liked it."
   Amy was licking her lips as she watched and listened.  Sam hadn't been
the only one who had liked it.  Every girl in school had liked it, Amy
included.  She had jilled off almost constantly over the weekend to that
video; as a secret porn afficionado, she'd found her dream of filming the
hottest pornos imaginable, and was enjoying the fruits of her labor.  For
the past three weeks in fact, when she'd been finger-fucking herself in bed
every night, it was Luke's name she moaned breathlessly in the darkness.
   "Say hello to your newest co-star, Luke!" Bridget said brightly,
gesturing at Sam, and Luke's head whipped to look at the tomboy,
astonished, as her face, neck, and shoulders, all turned beet red.
   "Sam?" he said, somewhat incredulously.
   She nodded, unable to speak.  She was uncharacteristically shy, but
couldn't keep from rubbing her thighs together, turned on by the prospect
as she watched Summer squirm in Luke's lap, evidently keeping him good and
hard.
   Luke looked at the tomboy, really looked, and saw her as a girl for the
first time, rather than just Sam.  She was dressed in short shorts and a
white tank top that showed a lot of skin.  Soft silky skin, but tanned due
to all the time she spent outdoors.  Her brownish-blonde hair was in a
ponytail that swished back and forth.
   "I know I don't have big tits like Summer," she said quickly, "or really
an ass at all, but--"
   "Sam," Luke interrupted.  His voice was husky and sent shivers tingling
along her skin, but she wasn't sure if his voice was husky because of
Summer's lap-squirming or because he was finally noticing her as a girl.
   She was tiny and slim, but her body was utter nymphic perfection.  Her
tiny A-cup tits showed clearly through her tight tank top; too small to
need a bra, her hard nipples were poking through her tank top unimpeded. 
Although she had no hips to speak of, she was utterly mesmerizing, looking
like a little prepubescent girl almost, and as Summer maintained his
erection with her lusty squirming, Luke was suddenly realizing how sexy
Sam's little body was.
   "You're beautiful," he said, and Sam's heart glowed as she heard the
sincerity in his voice.  Vanilla and chocolate, she could almost hear
Winter saying.
   "You're just noticing, huh?" Summer teased him, and winked at Sam, who
managed a giggle.  "Just so y'all know, I'm not giving him up.  This
fuckstick here is my favorite toy...  but I'm willing to share." Her
eyebrows waggled saucily at everyone.
   "Fine with me," Sam smiled, and Luke gulped as it suddenly hit him that
he was now going to be toting four backpacks everywhere each day at school!
   During the week, Sam had football practice most days after school, so
they had to postpone their first date till Saturday.  But during the school
days that week, Sam began accompanying him everywhere, holding his hand. 
Having gotten past the hurdle of admitting her interest in him, she wasn't
shy about holding his hand constantly, loving how his hand, so much broader
than her own small one, closed over hers.
   She wasn't brazen and ostentatious like Summer, but was quietly sexy in
her own way, trading secret smiles with him constantly that made chills of
anticipation go up his spine.  And whenever she smacked his ass and walked
away from him, he couldn't stop looking at her tiny lil butt, which was
adorably erotic.
   Summer of course kept hanging all over him this whole time too, keeping
in contact with his cock as constantly as she could manage.  In the two
classes that he shared with Sam, Bridget, AND Summer, the cheerleader was
snuggled into his side, her hand in his pants stroking his boner, while Sam
held his hand in hers, her thumb stroking the back of his hand lightly as
she kept trading those secret smiles with him.  Combined with Summer's
constant jacking of him, those secret smiles were scorchingly hot.
   Coach Barbara was out on vacation all week, and every 7th period, Luke
and Summer would cut class to go fuck, but at lunch it was just Sam and
Luke eating together.  The tomboy was a good bodyguard indeed, warding off
the legions of other girls who sought to smother him.  It was a contrast to
Summer's handling of that sort of thing, who enjoyed getting more and more
notoriety for her well hung lover.  Sam, while not really caring who or how
many girls Luke wanted to bone as long as she was one of them, was
sensitive to how embarrassed her crush was about the whole thing, and thus
did her best to keep him unmolested.
   At lunchtimes, he and Sam began feeding each other, giggling as they did
so.  Sam was in heaven; she was actually dating the boy she'd crushed on
for the entire 6 years she'd known him!
   Meanwhile, Summer was becoming a fixture at Rockwell Manor.  She usually
spent the night over in Luke's room - having the Rockwells and their
servants under the pretense that she was sleeping over with Bridget, as Amy
often did; Giles was no fool but kept quiet, the Rockwells didn't care
enough to question the story, and Luke's mother Miranda saw no reason to
disbelieve it (having no idea that her son was even part of Bridget's
circle of friends, much less being sexually active with them) - being
utterly insatiable for his cock, and they would rut like animals till
around midnight all night during that week, with Luke thanking his personal
stars that all the rooms in the mansion were soundproofed.
   That Friday was another football game, and although Bridget didn't have
a trumpet solo this time, she and Amy were still playing there in the band
while Summer cheered and Sam played.  Winter wasn't volunteering at the
concession stand this time, but she was watching her best friend play from
the bleachers, where she had surprised Luke by sitting next to him.
   At halftime, as the band struck up a marching tune, the goth girl turned
to Luke.  "Hey Luke."
   "Hey, yeah?" he said.
   She studied him for a moment.  "Be gentle with her."
   "Huh?" He peered curiously at her.
   "Be gentle with her.  Her heart.  She's been in love with you since
third grade."
   "What?" Luke blinked several times.  He had just gotten used to the idea
that Sam wanted to fuck him and thought he was hot and probably had a bit
of a crush on him - but she was in love with him?  Since third grade?!
   "Yeah," Winter confirmed.  "You're all she's ever talked about for 6
years.  Don't tell her I told you that, but just remember it.  'Kay?"
   He nodded, swallowing as the second half started.  It was a close game -
this time, the opposing team was no pushover - but with 2 seconds to spare,
Sam scored the winning touchdown, leaping nimbly past a big burly
linebacker to land in the endzone.
   She hollered for joy as the clock struck zero and the crowds in the
bleachers went wild.  On a wild impulse, Luke ran out onto the field into
the endzone and hoisted a shocked but delighted Sam up on his shoulders,
and she squealed happily as she cheered and their fellow middle schoolers
chanted her name.  "Stampede Sam, Stampede Sam, Stampede Sam!"
   That's what she'd been dubbed as, she just stampeded over everyone in
her way on the field, albeit the tiny girl dodged through her opponents
instead of actually trampling them, but such linguistic distinctions didn't
matter to her fans.
   Bridget was a little jealous.  Luke had never hoisted her up on his
strong toned shoulders and led the crowd in cheering her name.  But there
he was, jangling an ecstatic little Sam on his shoulders and chanting her
name at the top of his lungs as their school rejoiced.  The redheaded
jailbait wondered if he'd hoist herself up on his shoulders if she fucked
him on camera - but she quickly quashed that train of thought, feeling her
face grow hot and her cunny moisten despite herself.
   Winter had watched Luke's hot tight swimmer's ass as he'd run onto the
field, and she smiled to see him treating Sam so well.  Her best friend
deserved a guy like him; even better that it was the guy she'd loved since
she was little.  She still held out hope she could convince the tomboy to
lez her someday though.
   But she had definitely admired Luke's ass as he trotted out to the field
though.  She had watched his sex video over and over, mostly to jill off to
Summer's hot body - the goth had fantasized about lezzing Summer for years
- but she'd been getting increasingly turned on by Luke's body as she kept
watching, which was a new and unusual experience for the lesbian.  She
didn't know what to make of it, but as long as she was enjoying it, she
didn't mind seeing where it led.
   For her part, Sam couldn't remember ever being happier.  She had scored
the winning touchdown for her team, the crowd was cheering her name, and
Luke - the boy she'd crushed on her whole life - was carrying her on his
shoulders as her teammates threw their helmets up in the air for joy.
   He never would have done such a thing before this week, but it was like
a barrier had come down between them.  They had known each other for so
long, but with the revelation of her feelings for him, and his burgeoning
feelings for her, their long friendship was blossoming into something
deeper and closer, even if they were going to fuck on camera - a thought
which made her cunny tingle as she did her best not to hump her crotch into
the back of Luke's neck!
   As Luke finally set her down, her teammates whooped and gave her high
fives, and then she came back to Luke and they just grinned hugely at each
other.  Then, before Luke quite registered what she was doing, Sam reached
up with both her small hands to cup his face and pull him down to hers,
where she kissed him.
   Her lips, soft and small and salty with sweat, were gentle but
insistent, fervent but tender, on his.  Without quite knowing what he was
doing - but likely from instincts trained by Summer - he wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her into his embrace as they deepened the kiss.
   Cheers and whoops went up as the fans saw their star player kissing some
lucky guy - most people couldn't tell it was the now-notorious Luke Sherwin
at that distance - but Sam barely noticed, just exploring Luke's mouth with
her own.  His lips were full and manly, yet still soft and boyish, and were
a dream to taste.  Every nerve ending in her body was firing with happiness
as his hands cradled her, her body pressed into his as they kissed.
   Luke was utterly enthralled by how this small fey creature felt in his
arms, so tiny yet so soft and warm, the long-denied love of which Winter
had told him coming through very obviously in the passion of her kiss with
him.  When they finally parted, they were grinning foolishly at each other,
and Sam whispered, "I've been waiting to do that since third grade." Luke
blushed.
   In the stands, Winter was suppressing a smile and thinking that those
hands-on, or mouths-on as it were, kissing lessons she'd given her
tomboyish best friend had certainly paid off.
   Luke and Sam celebrated the victory and their first kiss by going on
their first real date, at the only ice cream shop parlor in town still open
late on Friday night.  They ordered a triple-chocolate cherry banana split
sundae and shared it.  Sam triumphantly took her perch on his lap, much as
Summer had at the pizza joint, and Luke flushed.  She was smaller than
Summer, and so fit more easily in the tight space of the booth, and his
hands knew where to go, resting lightly on her tummy as she mewled happily.
   As tempting as it was to slip his hands lower and slide back and forth
in her crotch, like he had done to Summer at her behest in the pizza joint
a few weeks ago, he refrained.  Sam wasn't a slut, not even a fake slut
like Summer acted.  Like Winter had said, he needed to be gentle, and he
could tell even without having been told by the goth.  Even though Sam
lusted after him, she needed his affection more, and he gladly gave it, his
heart warming to the girl who had been his friend for so long.
   And something about this situation bothered him.  "Are you sure you want
to do this, Sam?"
   She stiffened in his lap.  "What do you mean?"
   "The porno shoot."
   "What, don't you want to?" Her voice sound afraid, worried that maybe he
didn't want her after all.
   "Yes, of course I do," he squeezed her gently, reassuringly.  "You're
awesome, you're hot, and I care about you...  but making a sex tape doesn't
seem like you."
   "Doesn't seem like you, either," she countered, and Luke flushed.  "I
know why you're doing it," she said.  "It's for Bridget.  No, don't bother
denying it," she added as he sputtered, "the romantic tension is thick
between you two.  The writing's been on the wall for ages." Her voice
softened, and she spoke very seriously.
   "I know you love her, even if you or she don't quite realize it yet. 
And I'm okay with that.  I'm actually glad, you two are great for each
other, and it makes me happy to see you happy," she spoke frankly, ignoring
the heat coloring his cheeks.  "But I love you too, and I want to be with
you too.  You've got such a big heart, Luke, I've always known, it's big
enough for all of us."
   Luke's heart was glowing at her words.  He'd never suspected there'd be
such insight beneath her tomboyish personality.  "So yes," Sam continued,
"I'm going to make this sex tape with you.  I'm going to give you my
virginity on camera.  And I'm going to keep dating you after it's done, no
matter how many other girls you date too."
   "You're a virgin?" he said suddenly, a bit louder than he intended.
   She laughed.  "Sure, tell it to the whole restaurant.  Of course I am,
I've never wanted any guy but you.  That was my first kiss too."
   His eyebrows shot up.  "Really?  You're pretty good."
   Now it was her cheeks' turn to color.  "Well.  My first kiss with a guy.
Winter convinced me to practice kissing on her." She felt Luke's cock throb
under her lil ass, and giggled.  "She's always trying to get me to lez her.
But if it made me a better kisser for you, then I got what I wanted."
   He hugged her from behind, holding her close in his lap, and she sighed
blissfully.  "What about your parents?" he asked.  "What if they see our
video?"
   "Bet you didn't ask Summer that," she countered.
   "Well, no," he admitted.  "But I thought she was a slut.  She's actually
not," he confided.  "I'm only the 4th guy she's slept with.  But her mom's
really cool, put her on the pill when she had her first period and told her
she didn't care who she slept with, even under her roof, as long as she was
safe about it."
   "4th guy, maybe," Sam chuckled.  "What about girls?  Did you ask her
that?"
   "Huh?  Summer's not-- She isn't.  Is she?"
   "I don't know," Sam shrugged.  "But a girl as adventurous and sexual as
her, I could see her being bi."
   Luke tried to imagine that for a moment, then shook his head to get back
on track.  "But what about your parents?"
   Sam paused for a moment.  "You've met my parents, haven't you?"
   He had to think about it.  "Yeah, I think so.  At that Bring Your
Parents to School Day back in 5th grade."
   "Did you see how young they were?" He shook his head; he had been 10 or
11 at the time, everyone over 18 had seemed old to him.  "They met in 3rd
grade.  It was love at first sight.  They had me at 13.  They know I've
loved you since 3rd grade, Luke.  They started sleeping together when they
were 11; as long as I don't get pregnant too young like they did, they want
me to be happy and be with the man I love too.  You."
   "I'm...  humbled," he said, completely honestly.
   "Don't be," Sam said softly.  "You've loved Bridget your whole life, and
you're only just now realizing that; I don't expect you to fall in love
with me after a week.  If you never do, that's okay, I just want your
companionship.  But really, how could you not love cute lil ol' me?" she
teased.
   He laughed and hugged her again, and they finished their ice cream.
   In the darkness outside, Amy and Bridget huddled in the bushes as Amy's
camera filmed the couple on their date.  "I can't believe you're such a
voyeur, Bridge," the brunette teased.
   "You're one to talk," Bridget said, her cheeks coloring.  "But they're
not doing anything sexy."
   "Well, other than her sitting in his lap," Amy agreed.  "I'd wager she
got that idea from Summer.  They look deep in conversation."
   Bridget bit the inside of her cheek.  "He doesn't talk like that with
me."
   Amy turned her face away from looking through the camera to regard her
friend.  "Well, you're his boss.  And you constantly remind him of that."
   "I do not!" she protested.
   "Yeah, you do," Amy said softly, and turned back to look through the
camera, leaving Bridget to consider her words.
   Just as Luke and Sam were finishing their banana split, Summer sailed
into the ice cream parlor and came up to them.  "Hey, butler boy," she
said, kissing him deeply on the lips, making him flush as Sam squirmed on
his lap.  The cheerleader pulled away from the kiss shortly, leaving him
extremely flustered - after all, he had another girl on his lap - and
reached down inbetween both Sam and Luke's legs to cop a feel of his
bulging crotch.
   She grinned at Luke's groaned reaction and his surprise at her
brazenness, given that after all there was another girl in his lap, and
slid into the booth across from them.  "Copycat," she teased Sam, sticking
her tongue out at her, who giggled.  "Hey Luke, do you need to use the
bathroom or something?"
   "Um, I guess so," he said.
   "Shoo then," Summer winked at him.  "Girl talk." He awkwardly slid out
from under Sam and looked back and forth between his two porno co-stars
before going into the men's restroom.  As the door closed behind him, the
cheerleader turned to the tomboy.
   "Am I keeping your boytoy out too late?" Sam laughed.
   "Yes, actually," Summer stuck her tongue out again, "but that's not why
I'm here.  Just thought you might want to know that you're being followed."
   "Huh?" Sam screwed her face up in confusion.
   "Don't look around!" Summer ordered her firmly, "but Bridget and Amy are
taping y'all.  They taped me with him too." Sam had to work very hard NOT
to look all around, but she managed to succeed.
   "What?  Why?"
   Summer shrugged.  "Voyeurs, I guess.  Actually, I just think Bridget's a
little jealous."
   "She's just now figuring out that she's loved Luke her entire life,
too," Sam said astutely.
   "Something like that," Summer agreed.  "They don't know I know, and Luke
doesn't know.  I think we should keep it that way."
   "Yeah," Sam nodded.  "He's so shy he'd just lock up and not do anything
during our dates if he knew." Summer laughed, and it was at that moment
that their shared boyfriend came back out of the bathroom.
   So it went for the next few weeks, Luke going on dates with Sam and
fucking Summer every night.  His dates with Sam were far less kinky and
teasing than his dates with Summer had been; he and the tomboy were loving
and affectionate with each other, and often held deep conversations, rather
than being kinky and flirty.
   Sam, armed with the knowledge Summer had given her, was able to spot
Bridget and Amy shadowing them, and just hid her smiles.  Just as Summer
had (and still was), she started spending a lot of time at Rockwell Manor,
with Bridget's suite becoming their gathering place.  While Luke did his
chores and duties around the mansion, the girls would gossip about him, and
Sam would ask Summer all sorts of questions about Luke and especially his
cock, questions which Bridget would often answer, resulting in amused
smiles being traded between cheerleader and tomboy.
   Luke and Sam became more and more familiar and comfortable with each
other; and also importantly, Sam had had the chance to go to her doctor and
get on the pill, and then had enough time for the birth control to start
taking effect.
   So on a Friday night a few weeks after Sam had volunteered to be his
next co-star, they all gathered in Bridget's room again.  Amy had her
camera, Bridget was in the corner out of the way, and Summer was dressed in
a string bikini top that covered nothing except her nipples and extremely
short shorts that barely covered her ass.
   Luke was in a t-shirt and jeans, and Sam was in one of Luke's own
buttondown shirts, plus a pair of short shorts.  His shirt practically
swallowed her up, and he thought she looked incredibly sexy with it on her.
He hugged her closely, stroking her hair while Amy made some last-minute
adjustments to her camera.
   It was obvious she was a bit nervous; not like Summer who had been all
gung ho.  Sam didn't have any kind of flirty reputation like the
cheerleader had, and she'd never had sex before.  She didn't even have very
sexual experiences with Luke from their dates like Summer had; they hadn't
dry humped or anything.
   "You don't have to do this," he said gently to her.  "We can go to my
room and fuck in private, or we don't have to fuck at all.
   He could almost feel her happy smile as she relaxed.  She pulled her
head back to look up at him.  "Thanks, Luke.  But I'm going to do this.  I
want the whole world to see me giving my virginity to the man I love." She
smiled determinedly at him, and he kissed her softly, feeling her soft moan
into his mouth.
   After a few minutes, Summer cleared her throat.  "Alright, you two,
let's go.  If I let you, you'd just kiss during the whole video and not do
anything else." Sam and Luke flushed as they realized that Amy had turned
on her camera and had been recording their kiss.
   They had all agreed that Summer should supervise, given her sexual
experience.  Acting director, Amy called her, with Bridget still being the
producer and co-director.
   "First we gotta take off his shirt," the cheerleader said, "give the
girls some eye candy." Sam and Luke both reached down to the hem of his
shirt, but Summer beat them to it.  "Here, I'll do it," she said saucily,
reaching around him and kissing slurpily on his neck before she pulled the
shirt up.
   Summer pulled his shirt off as he raised his arms, and Sam grinned to
see his bare chest and all those subtle toned swimmer's muscles.  She
traced her fingers along the chiseled outlines of his muscles, and smiled
to hear his low groaning at her touch.
   "May I?" he asked softly, raising his hands to the top button of her
shirt - well, his shirt, but she was wearing it.  She bit her lip cutely,
smiling bravely at him, and nodded, her eyes huge with love and lust.  He
forced himself to go slowly, so he wouldn't fumble, and one by one the
buttons came undone.
   He pecked her gently as he put his hands to both edges, and looked into
her eyes as he pulled the unbuttoned hems apart, revealing her tiny-titted
chest in all its nymphic glory.  Sam inhaled sharply at feeling the bare
air, and their gazes, on her boobs.  They were extremely small, but perky,
and her nipples stood at attention, aching to be touched.
   "You're beautiful," Luke breathed, utterly enthralled by her tiny
treasures, and he ran his thumb in a circle around her pink areola as she
shuddered, glowing warmly inside.  The tomboy wrapped her arms around him
and pulled him close, upturning her face for a kiss, and he obliged her.
   They moaned at feeling her naked tits and hard nipples rub and scrape
sensuously upon his bare chest, and he lowered his hands from her back to
cup her perfect lil ass, still clad in those short shorts.  The tomboy
mewled, a very strange sound for such an un-girly girl, and writhed
sensuously in his embrace.
   Sam shifted her shoulders so that his shirt began to fall off her, and
he helped her pull it off completely, letting the shirt fall to the floor,
and now they kissed again, both topless on camera.  He picked her up now,
grasping her by his hold on her cute buttocks, and she half-gasped,
half-squealed as he set her gently on the bed.
   The tomboy pulled her scrunchie off, tossing it aside and letting her
hair fan out behind her on the bed, and Luke was struck by how utterly
gorgeous she looked with her long hair loose; he'd never seen it loose, and
she looked more like a fairy than ever.  Her tiny tits rose and fell,
mesmerizing him.  Sam could see it in his eyes, how beautiful she was to
him, and the knowledge made her feel warm and safe and loved.
   She squirmed, hitching her hands in the hem of her shorts, but Luke
forestalled her.  "Wait, Sam," he said, smiling, and she obeyed, waiting
breathlessly to see what he would do.  Luke bent over her and flicked his
tongue experimentally at her hard pebbly nipple.  Sam gasped heatedly,
twitching violently in pleasure, her hands fisting in the pink blanket
beneath her.
   He grinned at her, and she grinned back, gasping.  "Like that?" he
asked. He looked so hopeful and proud of himself, Sam thought, with those
big puppy dog eyes; he really wanted to please her and bring her pleasure!
   "Yeah," she panted.  "Don't stop." He began playing gently with her
tits, which although small were incredibly sensitive, and as he kneaded one
tiny boob with his thumb, he began sucking on the other tit's hard pink
nipple, and had the tomboy writhing beneath his loving oral embrace.
   "Damn," Amy whispered, and Bridget and Summer echoed her sentiment under
their breaths.  Luke was being incredibly gentle and passionate with Sam.
Bridget was unbearably hot as she watched, yet increasingly jealous; as
intimate as her mutual masturbation session with Luke had been, this was a
whole new level.  Summer was enthralled; she had brought out Luke's wild
side, but now Sam was bringing out his tender side.  Amy was just hot any
which way one could conceive of; a true porn connoisseur discovering better
porn in front of her than any on the web.
   As Luke switched his focus to Sam's other tit, she grabbed his head,
fisting her small fingers in his hair as he gave her overstimulated nipples
such oral pleasure.  As he suckled on her delicious nipple, his hands
roamed down her tummy to work at unfastening her short shorts.  He
unbuttoned and unzipped them, and Sam squirmed, helping him to work her
shorts off, until she was completely, utterly, and beautifully naked on
camera.
   "I love you, Luke," she whispered breathlessly, and Luke came up to kiss
her briefly on the lips, before kissing his way down her torso.  She
giggled erotically at his slightly tickling kisses, and then gasped as his
breath blew warmly on her bared nethers.
   Sam's 14 year old twat was almost completely bald; only a few stray
wisps of lightly colored hair dusted her plump pussy lips, and Luke kissed
her slit tenderly, pressing light fluttering kisses up and down her labia
as she moaned and writhed, her fingers still tangling in his hair.  He
kissed in the two creases between her inner thighs and her pussy lips, and
the tomboy giggled throatily.
   Then he ran his tongue lightly up between the parting petals of her hot
cunt, eliciting hummed shivers of pleasure from her, before he dived into
her wet pink paradise, eating her out passionately.  Sam cried out, her
face screwed up in intense bliss as she reflexively pushed down on his
head, as if to thrust his entire face into her teenage fuckhole, and Luke
licked and lapped eagerly and thoroughly as she tossed her head back and
forth.
   She gasped out his name, wanting to scream it aloud, but pleasure robbed
her of her voice and she could only pant breathlessly as delight wracked
her nymphic teenage body.  Her hands yanked erratically on his hair of
their own accord, and Luke groaned deeply, his lips thrumming into her
pussy as he sucked and slurped.
   Her tiny pink pea-sized clit was peeking wetly out of her hood and Luke
took it lightly between his teeth, wresting a sharp hiss from Sam.  Then he
began nursing vigorously on her highly sensitive pleasure button, and Sam
came completely undone, flouncing and flopping on the bed as she cummed. 
Her hips slammed up into Luke's head as she bucked up, and her cunny
smeared his face with her fuckhoney as she cried out wantonly.
   Luke didn't let up, her orgasmic screams music to his ears, and he kept
sucking lewdly on her soaking cunny, drawing out her pleasure.  When the
tomboy finally settled, she collapsed back limply, with aftershocks of pure
joy jolting through her spasmodically.  "Oh, Luuuuuuuke," she murmured, and
her voice was soft and pregnant with love and utterly blissful.
   He gently kissed her cunt before raising himself up to meet her eyes as
she looked almost worshipfully at him.  "Fuck me, Luke," she sighed
happily. "Make love to me.  Make me your woman."
   His boner was throbbing madly in his jeans, and he fumbled at the clasp,
but Summer came up behind him and reached her arms around his waist to
unbutton his pants for him.  "I've got this," she whispered throatily in
his ear, and Sam giggled at the surprised expression on Luke's face as
Summer pulled his jeans down.
   The tomboy gasped as she saw his fat long cock in person for the first
time.  That thing was huge!  Her cunt tingled erotically as she imagined
taking it inside her, and her breath came shorter with lust and need. 
Summer didn't release Luke once his pants were down; she grasped his cock
from behind him and pushed him towards Sam, with her hips on his ass.
   "I'll help guide you in for a landing," Summer told Luke, winking at
Sam. "Make sure you go into the right hole." Luke was in no state to argue,
his cock throbbing and leaking precum as Summer stroked gently upon it with
her hand wrapped around the wet shaft.
   Luke crawled onto the bed, Summer following behind him and changing her
position as needed so that she could maintain her grip on his big johnson.
He braced his knees into Sam's inner thighs, and her eyes were swelled with
love and lust as she looked at him, melting his heart and making his cock
throb even more violently, flinging droplets of hot pre to plop onto her
nude skin.
   She seemed so small next to him, and especially his boner towering over
her, and he placed his hands on either side of her head, as Summer guided
his cockhead to her swollen cunt lips.  Luke pushed forward gently,
Summer's hand still around the base of his dick, and Sam bit her lip to
stifle a cry of pleasure as she felt his girth parting the nearly bald
petals of her cunny and pushing into her tight wet little virgin cunny.
   She was tight, incredibly tight - not only was she a virgin, but she was
also physically smaller than Summer, and so each of them could feel every
ridge and pulsing vein of Luke's thick cock in the wet soft viselike grip
of her love canal as he slowly but surely thrust himself into her.  "Oh,
god," Sam kept moaning over and over.  Her eyes were glazed with pleasure,
as she felt his immense fat cock stretching her wide and stuffing her full
of the boy, no the man, she loved.
   "Sam..." Luke groaned the tomboy's name, and the tomboy's sexy little
body hummed with pleasure to hear him say her name so huskily and
passionately.  To her tiny little fuckhole it seemed that there was no end
to his cock, as more and more of that girth kept sliding into her
incredibly, dripping wet cunny.
   Her juices slid along his shaft, coating him liberally in her fucksauce
and lubing his slow gentle passage, until finally his swollen cockhead
touched lightly upon her virgin cervix.  Sam cried aloud with pleasure at
the stimulation deep in her core.  There were still a couple inches of his
long 7 inch cock outside of her absolutely soaked lil twat, and Sam was
breathingly heavily and hoarsely with ecstasy, her body constantly
shuddering with miniature orgasms cascading over her.
   "I want you all the way in me, Luke," she murmured.  "I want you to cum
right inside my womb, I want all of your cum inside me, not a drop wasted."
   Summer gasped heatedly as she realized Luke was going to be able to
reach the tomboy's womb, given her small size.  She squeezed her grip
around the base of his cock, and moved her hands to cup his fat round balls
instead.  "Do it, stud," she murmured.  "Stuff her with your giant
babymaker and flood her breeding hole with sperm!"
   Luke's cock jerked violently inside Sam's tight little cunny, wrenching
lusty cries and more miniature orgasms from the small girl, as he imagined
knocking her up and seeing her tiny belly swell up with his babies.  He
knew he couldn't actually do it, since she was on the pill, and she didn't
want to get pregnant this young anyway, but the fantasy was so damn hot
that he thrust himself further in.
   Sam had gripped his wrists that were on the bed next to her head and
started bucking herself up into his inward pound, and with a terrific
sweaty heaving of their hips, his cockhead popped into her womb, where his
cock crown caught on her cervix, locking him into place as his obese nuts
squelched into her pussy lips.
   "Oh, god, Luke!" Sam screamed in animal delight, writhing beneath him,
and Luke began fucking her, gently but steadily, sliding in and out, but
never leaving her womb.  Summer kneaded his nuts gently and used one hand
to push him down atop the ecstatically thrashing Sam, so that his larger
body was fully crushing Sam's tiny young body beneath his.
   The tomboy was in absolute heaven, feeling her lover's weight atop her
and holding her down as he tenderly made love to her, his every thrust
deforming her womb and sending ripples of rapture surging through her.  She
clutched him to her, wrapping her arms and legs around him, bucking her
little body up into his thrusts as they slowly writhed and gyrated their
hips together.
   They gasped and panted, her tiny tits heaving into his subtly muscular
torso as her pussy dribbled juices copiously onto Bridget's pink blanket.
They surfed rising tides of mingled ecstasy, their love wantonly gentle,
rather than the frantic almost savage pounding he had given Summer.
   Sam kissed and sucked on his shoulder as they made love, her moans of
his name muffled by her suckling.  She adored the taste of his sweaty
muscular flesh as he heaved into her, their difference in heights enough
that it was easier for her to kiss his chest and shoulders rather than his
mouth.
   His cock was throbbing harder and harder with every thrust, his lust
building up to his threshold tantalizingly slowly, until finally with a
gasp and a last heave of his cock into her womb, he groaned out her name
and jizzed directly inside Sam's womb.  The tomboy shrieked as she felt the
hot thick cum spurting inside her sensitive, horny core, and her pussy
convulsed around his cumming cock as she juiced hard.
   In the throes of her rapture, as Luke filled her with his potent load,
she bit down on his flesh, leaving a dark hickey there as evidence of her
love.  It felt like forever that he was blowing his load into her, a
wonderful eternity that she wanted never to end, but when he emptied his
nuts inside her, he was still panting her name.
   "Oh Luke," she murmured back.  "I love you."
   Then her tomboyish mischievousness took over and she pushed on him. 
"Roll over," she commanded in a giggling whisper, and he obeyed, taking her
with him so that she was atop him, his cock still ensconced deeply in her
womb.  "Hnnnngggggghhhh," they moaned gutturally together, and the tomboy
rode him now, bouncing eagerly on his fuckstick, till they both cummed
again.
   Luke thought he had never seen anything more gorgeous, than Sam's tiny
naked sweaty body straddling him, still rocking gently back and forth after
their second shared orgasm, her small boobs heaving and her nipples still
standing on end.  "You're so good to me, Luke," she moaned, his cock still
hard and twitching inside her.  She fixed him with a saucy smile.  "I want
to be good to you, too."
   So saying, she pulled off his cock - demonstrating excellent muscular
control by not letting any of his cum leak out of her pussy, although it
was easier than it might have been otherwise, as most of it was in her womb
rather than her love tunnel itself - and eyed his slimy cock hungrily
before licking kittenishly at it.
   Luke gasped, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him as Sam fell to
worshipping his cock.  "Sam..." he whispered breathlessly, and she shivered
to hear him say her name thus.
   Bridget, Amy, and Summer were frozen in place, utterly hypnotized by
their sensual, erotic lovemaking.  Amy finally remembered to breathe, and
began circling around the couple again, getting a good close up of the
tomboy licking and kissing along Luke's shaft - which was STILL throbbing
and rock hard.
   "Hold it in, Luke," Sam murmured, her warm breath blowing sensually upon
his cock as she spoke.  "Summer might like it on her face--"
   And Bridget!  Luke couldn't help but suddenly think, and he
involuntarily looked her way, to see the bubble-butted redhead looking
directly at him and blushing beet red, evidently thinking the exact same
thing that he was.
   "I like it anywhere and everywhere," Summer interjected with a saucy
grin.
   "--but I don't want you to blow till I've got you all the way in my
throat." Sam grinned at him.
   "No fucking way," Amy whispered, too softly to be heard by the lovers.
"She's not actually gonna fit his giant dick down her tiny little throat?"
   She was certainly going to try, opening her mouth as wide as she could
and going down on her lover's cock.  Her lips closed upon the rim of his
knob and stretched wider as she pushed herself down, and then her mouth
clamped around his cock crown.  Luke hissed out a bestial grunt, his body
twitching spastically as Sam began plunging herself down, enveloping him in
her small hot wet mouth.
   The tomboy began sucking and slurping noisily even as she was going
down, and cupped his nuts in her palms, rolling them gently as his cock
lurched madly inside her mouthtwat.  As his knob hit the back of her
throat, Sam reflexively swallowed as she practically hurled herself down,
and with an audible glugging noise, Luke's thick length squeezed into her
throat.  He cried out in bliss as her throat muscles began working
vigorously on his fuckpole, clutching and tugging and gobbling on him, as
if to suck him all the way down to her stomach.
   Amy, Bridget, and Summer were agape as they followed the progress of
Luke's shaft down Sam's throat, seeing her neck bulge out more and more as
she swallowed his cock.  Her saliva was pooling at the base of his cock and
dripping down his balls, and Luke was all but thrashing, groaning out
incoherent ecstasy.
   Sam's lips finally closed around the base of his fat dick, his balls
churning against her chin, and her moans of delight were muffled on his
cock.  She had done it!  She had swallowed his entire fucktool!  It made
her so wet all over again, feeling his hot meaty cock throb and pulse
inside her mouth and throat, and she kept suckling, glucking hard, milking
him for all he was worth.
   With one hand she fondled his balls, and with her other, she rubbed her
clit, moaning furiously as she got off from having her crush's cock
stuffing her throat!  Luke cried out, unable to take it anymore, and his
balls clenched against Sam's chin as he spurted thick pulses of jizz up his
pole to geyser out deep in Sam's throat.
   The tomboy's cry of ecstasy, as her orgasm crested with Luke's, was
muffled by the loud lewd squishy gargling of his cum down her throat as she
swallowed with relish.  She craved Luke's load inside her, right where it
belonged, it was so hot and so intimate, him filling her up with his lust
and burgeoning love.
   Luke's cock stopped flinging jizz after several long seconds of
climactic pleasure, but Sam's body was still vibrating in bliss for several
long moments, her eyes crossed, before she finally shuddered and went limp,
breathing heavily through her nose.  Her eyes crinkled at Luke, smiling as
best she could with his cock stuffed deep inside her.
   She slowly pulled off him, till his cock was released from her mouth
with a wet plop, and she squealed happily.  "Oh, god, Luke, I love you!"
Sweating and panting, he grinned at her.  Sam pressed a kiss to the tip of
his cock, then got up and faced the camera.
   Beckoning to Amy, she spread her twat lips as Amy followed her beckoning
to zero in on her pink pussy, while still zoomed out enough to show Sam's
face.  "This is for you, Winter," the tomboy said teasingly to the camera,
knowing her lesbian goth friend would be completely crazed by that shot.
   Summer surprised her, coming up beside her and playfully squeezing her
tiny tit, and Sam squealed in shock, bursting out laughing before playfully
punching the cheerleader's shoulder.
   Luke chuckled at their antics, and then Sam turned to pounce back onto
him.  She held her face up over his, their breaths blowing warmly and
sweetly onto each other as her long hair draped their faces in silken
waterfalls.  "I'm not through with you just yet, lover," she whispered
sultrily.  She turned her head to look at Bridget.  "I know the porno's
through, but...  can I take him downstairs to his room so we can snuggle?"
   Bridget's heart went out to the little tomboy.  It was obvious Sam was
head over heels in love with her butler, and the redhead simply couldn't be
jealous of her devotion to him; on some level, she wasn't sure how, she
identified with the short girl.  "Stay there for a while," she said,
brushing her scarlet hair back out of her face.  "Amy and I have to go to
the computer room and edit the video anyway."
   Sam grinned happily at her as she cuddled up in Luke's arms, and Bridget
smiled back as Summer playfully grumbled about not having any fun time...
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   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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