"Mommy, I don't understand. What does 'TBD' mean?" 

Joanne pushed her way over a lane in the stop-and-go traffic. "It 
means 'to be determined', it means that Steve wants the shoot time 
to do what he and Mr. Schmidt thinks might work well in the 
film."

"Oh." Valerie was quiet for a few minutes. "What do you think 
they want?"

"My guess is that you and Doug are going to do a couple of scenes 
on the boat," she paused. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'll love it."

Again, all conversation came to a stop when the 10 year old 
walked, naked, onto the sound stage. Doug, Steve, and Mr. 
Schmidt were in conversation outside the door to the "pool room" 
where the mock up of 'Magic' floated. They all smiled when they 
saw her.

"Good morning, Val," Steve said. "Are you fully recovered?"

"Oh, yeah!"

A bulge was already developing in the front of the loose shorts 
Doug was wearing. Ever since he had de-flowered the child a few 
days earlier, he had not been able to think of much other than 
fucking her again.

"Ok." Steve looked back at the men, then again to the child. "This 
morning we're going to do a night shoot on the boat. You know, 
where Lessa and Don fuck before he takes over the watch and she 
gets to sleep." He started walking into the 'pool room,' they 
followed. "Just do it like it is in the book."

The stage was darkened, diffuse lights provided just enough for the 
special low light cameras. Valerie was sitting in the moonlight, her 
back against the aft cabin, one of her legs up on the seat which ran 
along the side of the cockpit, the same seat she had slouched down 
on as Doug kneeled, taking her virginity four days earlier. Her legs 
were comfortably spread but her pussy was lost in shadows. She 
feigned dozing but she was really very excited, horny, waiting to 
feel Doug's cock inside her again. She was wet, her heart was 
beating fast and she was trying not to breathe heavily. She absent-
mindedly moved her hand to her pussy and started rubbing her slit.

Without thinking, she pressed her finger against her clit, a shiver 
went through her. She ran it in a circle and, unconsciously, humped 
against her hand. "Oh" she came out of her rivalry, looking at 
Steve, "I'm sorry...." She giggled.

"That's ok," Steve said quietly. "Go ahead, it's great footage."

Valerie giggled again, then calmed herself. From behind Steve, she 
could see the camera, three guys silently working it, above her, on 
a boom, was another. Looking to her right was the third, it's lens 
obviously aimed at her hand in her crotch. She lay back and 
relaxed, spreading her legs a little further, than started petting 
herself again. The shivers ran through her again, this time leaving a 
little pressure, a little tension, in the folds of her sex. It begged for 
more. She relaxed further, putting her leg up on the back of the 
seat and spread her clean pussy lips with two fingers, feeling her 
hard clit between them. She wasn't aware of the hand signals Steve 
was giving, directing a small change in the lighting, directing that 
the side camera pull back to watch her whole body while the 
camera next to him zoomed in on her fingers and the overhead 
camera captured her closed eyes and the serine tension on her face.

She moved her hand down, pushing her middle finger between the 
inner lips and into her vagina. It demanded more. She pushed her 
finger deep into herself, pushing her hips forward and hunching 
her back so she could reach. She pushed her finger as deep into 
herself as it would go, lifting her legs into the air. Somewhere, in 
the back of her mind, where some awareness still lingered, she 
realized that the bump she was feeling with the end of her finger 
was her cervix, the entrance to her immature womb. Then she 
thought of how it was going to feel to have it flooded with Doug's 
sperm and she lost all control. For four minutes the cameras 
captured the rolling orgasms of the 10 year old. For what seemed 
to her, an hour, her small frame was assaulted by wave after wave, 
explosions across her belly, thighs and chest. Her nipples stood out 
and snapped with an electric jolt as she rubbed and pinched them. 
Her face was fully tense, her eyes squeezed closed, bighting her 
lips as the wave would build, then, with a look of shock, mouth 
open, eyes wide, head thrown back, another climax would roll over 
her. She groaned, sometimes almost screamed. 

After a time, Steve counted seven climaxes, she calmed, melting 
back onto the seat, still panting, feeling her heart pounding in her 
throat, slowing. As she was laying back, the feeling of relaxation 
flowing across her, she heard movement. Looking up, Doug was 
climbing out of the companionway into the cockpit. It seemed that 
Steve wanted to continue with no break.

Doug looked around, making a quick inspection of the boat. 
"How's it going?" he asked.

Val's voice was a little horse, "Just fine. I want to fuck."

In the dim light, Doug's cock was already half hard. He surveyed 
to child laying out below him. Her skin had a sheen from her 
sweat. She sat up and reached out, taking his cock, then leaned 
forward and took it into her mouth. Doug's penis had a familiar, 
comfortable feel in her mouth, she wanted to taste his sperm but 
knew that, for this time, he was going to leave it somewhere else. It 
stiffened and grew in her hands, the smooth warm hardness, the 
rounded shape of the head fitting well against the roof of her 
mouth and the back of her throat. He put his hands on the top of 
her head, holding her as he made short, gentle strokes in and out of 
her lips. She felt the head swelling and knew that, if they didn't 
stop, they would ruin the scene.
Doug pulled back, "Here, honey. Let me give you a ride."

Doug knelt down and pushed Val's knees apart. She almost came 
again, just knowing that he was going to go down on her. His 
tongue caused an immediate spasm as it traced along her hairless 
slit. He was surprised by how strong her scent and taste was, 
almost like a woman's. Of course, he thought, it's because she had 
already cum so many times. He enjoyed it, another surprise from 
his preteen lover.

As he pushed his tongue into Val's cunt, she lifted her left leg, 
hanging it over his shoulder. With this, she slid down further, now 
she was flat on her back on the seat, looking straight up into the 
overhead camera. She looked across the stage and, in the dim light 
was surprised, even shocked, by what she saw. Mr. Schmidt was 
sitting on the end of a bench, his pants around his ankles and Val's 
mother, Joanne, was straddling him, facing the scene, her back to 
Schmidt. She had her hands on his knees, her white hands standing 
out clearly against his black skin, as she moved up and down. The 
place of action was lost in the shadows but, Val could imagine 
what her mother's pussy must look like being stuffed full of black 
cock.

Joanne leaned back, reaching her hand behind his head as he 
pushed his hands up her shirt. She pounded down on him as he 
shoved up inside her. Val knew that her mother was being filled 
with sperm and this idea took her over, she groaned and writhed as 
Doug sucked her pussy, flicking her clit with the end of his tongue.

Her mother was leaning forward, breathing hard, Val was feeling 
the same exhaustion. Doug lifted up, then sat down next to Val. He 
pulled her arm, "Come on, honey, I've got to fuck you."

His cock was sticking up. With wobbly legs, Val stood up, then 
squatted down across Doug's hips. She reached down and guided 
his cock, it slid easily into her ten year old cunt. For just the second 
time, she was filled with a man, feeling a his living flesh move up 
inside her. This time, there was no pain from the shredding of her 
cherry, she stretched easily to take him inside her.

For Doug, he knew that this was going to be one of the most 
difficult scenes he had ever made. The incredible smoothness and 
tightness of the preteen's pussy was beyond his experience but he 
had instructions not to fill her. Steve was relying on his 
professional experience to keep control. He was to bring the child 
off twice, feel her preteen vagina cramp on him, but not blow his 
own load. He had to save it for later in the day.

He concentrated on the technical aspects of the shoot, leaning the 
child back so the special cameras could see her pussy stretched to 
accommodate his cock. She arched her back, his hands around her 
waist, and threw her head back. Her nipples stood up, marbles on 
her flat chest. He watched her pussy lips squeeze down on him, 
then she threw her torso forward, her face against his chest, lifting 
and dropping on his cock as she shivered. It took all the control of 
20 years in the porn business not to empty his load deep inside her. 
She calmed, panting, covered with sweat, drooling on his chest. 
Doug knew the child was spent. He made a sign to Steve.

"Alright, that's great," Steve called out.

There was the sudden noise of movement on the stage as cameras 
were shut down and lights came up. Val lay for a moment, then 
lifted up and looked at Doug. She wiped saliva from the side of her 
face and smiled, giggled a little. She stood up. Doug's dick pulled 
out of her, still hard, pointing up.

As she climbed off of him, like climbing off a bicycle, she said, 
"God, that was fun."

She stood in front of him, looking at his still fully enraged dick. 
Then she reached down, squeezing her cunt, swiping her fingers in 
and along her slit. She looked at her hand, then at Doug, 
"But,....you didn't cum...."

Doug came out of the rivalry he was in, looking up at her. "That's 
alright, hon. I'm saving it for this afternoon."

Steve climbed into the cockpit, throwing Doug a towel, "That was 
great, I don't know how you managed it. You're probably the only 
person here who didn't spooge."

Doug looked at him, a wry grin on his face, his dick slowly 
subsiding, "Don't worry, Steve, I'll get to make up for it this 
afternoon. 

Val looked at Steve, then Doug, a confused expression on her face.

"We're planning something special this afternoon. It's not in the 
script, but I know you'll go for it," Steve said.

"How do you feel about having a facial, Val?" Doug chimed in.

"What's that?"

"We'll start with a normal fuck, you on your back, Doug kneeling 
but, before he cums, he's going to pull out and jerk off on you."

"Oh, I've seen that!" the child said. "Sure, sounds like fun."

"Two hours then," Steve said.

They were all interrupted by Joanne climbing over the combing 
into the cockpit. She was still naked, cum and pussy juices wetted 
her crotch.

"Well, look who came up for air," Steve said.

All she did was wrap one arm around his neck and give him a very 
wet, open mouthed kiss. Then she looked at Val, "We both need 
showers and to dress." She turned and left, her daughter smiled at 
the men, then followed.

"I saw you and Mr. Schmidt." They were eating at a taco place on 
Van Ness.

"Well, hon, you are just so hot to watch, everyone there would be 
fucking if they didn't have a job to do."

"So, what's he like?" Val asked.

Joanne almost laughed, "Oh, my God! He's huge!.....I'm sure I've 
been fucked by bigger cocks, but I really can't remember one." 
They both laughed.

"Too much for me, huh?" Val giggled.

"You're just not used to it," Joanne responded. "Doug isn't small, 
but, he's not exactly hung like a horse." She paused, eating a chip 
with salsa, "What he doesn't have in size he makes up for in use 
and, aahh..., quantity of the results."

"What do they want me to do this afternoon?" Val asked.

"Oh, well,..., just be yourself. Just remember to do what Doug 
says. He's going to get on his knees across your stomach and cum 
on your tits. You can catch some in your mouth but don't suck him 
until he offers. Also, let him jerk off, keep your hands above your 
head. That's the sort of shot they want."

"Ok," the ten year old said.

"Well," Joanne said, handing a notebook across the table, "we 
have some dialog to practice."

Two hours later they entered the studio again. Val was dressed in a 
black sun dress and carried a pair of high-heal sandals in her hand.

"How was lunch, darling?" Steve asked.

"Fine."

"Let me block out your steps, then we'll start."

For the next fifteen minutes Steve, Val, and Doug worked out the 
directions for the beginning of the scene. Once, Val pulled her sun 
dress up and off, in anticipation of the part of the scene which 
would only be acted once.

"So, how did you like the dinner? Have you ever had Mahi-mahi 
before?"

"It was good, but not as good as the desert I'm going to give you," 
Val said. They had just entered the aft cabin, Val squeezed Doug's 
cock through his shorts.

Doug leaned down, kissing her. "First, let me look around the boat, 
check the lines." He turned and left.

In the dim light, Val looked around, then slowly lifted her dress 
over her head. She was wearing red thong underwear. Her skin, 
now well tanned, with no lines, was a golden brown in the reddish 
lights. Her nipples were already pushing out in anticipation of her 
lover's return. She slipped out of the thong, then climbed onto the 
bed. As she crawled toward the aft bulkhead the camera got an 
excellent shot of her hairless clam poking out from where her 
thighs met her butt cheeks. She rolled onto her ass, leaning against 
the bulkhead, across the double birth, her feet just reaching the 
edge. She arranged herself comfortably, shook her hair down 
around her shoulders, half laying, half sitting up. Her legs were 
comfortably apart, one knee up. She was arrayed in the most sexy 
pose possible, displaying her pretty face framed by her chestnut 
hair, soft tendrils reaching down across her chest, one lock 
encircling her rising nipple. Her flat, smooth stomach slopping 
down to the joining of her thighs, the rise of her cleft, slightly 
opened by the ridge of her clit. 

Doug came into the cramped cabin. "God, you're gorgeous." He 
pulled his shirt off over his head.

"All the ropes ok?"

As he loosened his trousers; "Yeah, Magic's put to bed for the 
night."

"Well good. Let me suck your rope."

With a grin, Doug reached down and pushed the child's legs 
farther apart. She lifted both her knees so now her feet were flat on 
the mattress and spread apart as far as comfortable.

Doug, standing over the child, started stroking his cock, urging it 
to full hardness. He sank down on his knees on the deck next to the 
berth. "Move down here, I'm going to lick you 'till you scream."

Val worked her way down so her legs were hanging off the edge. 
She put her arms over her head, her hands behind her neck 
supporting her head so she could watch as Doug leaned down and 
ran his tongue along her slit. She made a ragged intake of breath. 
Doug circled her hardening clit twice with the tip of his tongue, 
then moved lower, exploring the deeper recesses of her sex. Val 
moaned softly, raising one of her legs, it shuddering. Doug again 
licked her clit and the child lay her head back, eyes unfocused, 
then closed. 

Again he pushed at the entrance to her vagina, the tip of his tongue 
being coated with the almost tasteless lubricant of the preteen's 
pussy. Val pushed her pussy up, his nose at the small dimple at the 
top of her slit. He opened his mouth wide, taking her entire mons 
into his mouth, sucking while running his tongue along her slit.

This brought Valerie off and she bucked as an orgasm exploded 
across her body. Catching her breath with a low grunt, then 
blowing out a long breath through pursed lips and relaxing back 
onto the sheets.

She focused her eyes when Doug lifted up. "I'm going to fuck you 
now, little girl," he said. "But this time, I'm going to cum all over 
that flat little chest, see if I can make you grow some tits for me to 
suck on."

All Valerie did was smile, then writhe when Doug pushed his cock 
deep into her hairless pussy. As he set up a regular pistoning  
motion, the ten year old grabbed both her knees, pulling her thighs 
up and apart, laying herself completely open to his cock. He 
looked down, trying to watch his cock sliding in and out of her, her 
mouth open, her breaths timed with his thrusts.

For Doug, the sight was awesome. The child was open beneath 
him, accepting his cock, meeting his thrusts as he slid in and out of 
her hairless, smooth pussy. The action of the morning had made 
him so ready to cum. He could allow himself to loosen his control, 
enjoy the sight. A tremendous pressure was building in his balls. 
He looked at her face. She had lay her head back, gazing, 
unfocused,  at the overhead, short "ahs" escaping her with every 
one of his plunges. She let go of her knees, again putting her hands 
behind her neck. He had to admire her professionalism as she 
followed the stage directions flawlessly, in spite of the obvious 
building climax. With a guttural growl she was overcome again, 
throwing her head back, arching her back as her second orgasm 
slammed through her small frame.

The sight of the avalanche orgasm crushing the child brought Doug 
to the edge. He pulled out, then stood up and pushed the child's 
knees back together. The change brought her back to reality as he 
straddled her, then kneeled on the mattress and started to jerk off 
over her.

She lifted her head and looked down as he violently stroked his 
dick with his left fist, his balls sliding up and down along her 
mons, his right hand on his hip. She looked up at him and smiled 
as his cum boiled down his cock.

The first gush of sperm sprayed across the child's throat, leaving a 
long thick stream of white across her chest. She looked down and 
opened her mouth as another wad splashed onto her chin, small 
droplets bounced onto her tongue. Doug pulled sharply on his cock 
again, this time shooting his jez across her right nipple and into her 
armpit. True to his talent, and the frustration from the morning, 
Doug fired again and again, coating the upper torso of Valerie with 
his slimy seed. Leaning forward, he offered his cock to her and she 
took his head, sucking more sperm out of him, looking up and 
smiling with a semen filled mouth. Doug used the head of his cock 
to rub his slime into her nipple, flicking the stiff half-marble with 
the head of his dick. Valerie giggled as he did, first the left, then 
the right. He tapped his cock on her nipple but he was quickly 
being overcome by the need to sink back. Panting, he leaned back 
on his heals, making sure he didn't put too much weight on her 
thighs.

Then, to everyone's amazement (as always happened when Val left 
the script) Val ran the side of her hand over her left pec, over the 
still stiff nipple, and gathering a pool of cum before it. Then she 
lazily slid it along her lips, sucking Doug's sperm off her hand into 
her mouth. Again she gave Doug a bright open-mouthed smile, a 
sheet of cum stretching between her lips.

