Darlene's Uncle's Hobby (Part #6)

Philip's porn career continues as the 14-year-old is paired with an older costar for the first time: a 16-year-old virgin named Wendy.

Introduction

This is the sixth in a series of stories about Philip Giffner, a 14-year-old eighth-grader. Here is a very brief summary of the first five stories.
In the spring of 1977, Philip is coaxed into making pornographic films by classmate Darlene Blackmoore, also 14. She is the sexiest girl in her middle school. Darlene is living with her Uncle Bill while her parents are overseas in Yemen for three years because of her father’s work. Unbeknownst to her parents, Uncle Bill has a lucrative sideline job making adult films with young performers. He turns the basement of their house into an elaborate film studio and employs Darlene because of her outstanding good looks. Shortly thereafter, Darlene recruits Philip and her friend Cindy to be performers, too. Within a short time, Uncle Bill’s movies featuring the twosomes of Philip and Darlene and Philip and Cindy become very popular and profitable. Uncle Bill also pairs Philip with a few other girls for onetime romps. Philip, of course, is doing this secretly and is able to keep his “acting career” hidden from everyone he knows because Uncle Bill’s movies are mostly sold to wealthy clients in far-off locales, such as Japan and South America.
You are encouraged to read the first five stories in this series in their entirety to best appreciate the goings-on in Part #6, which Philip narrates.

Part One

It was hard to believe that in a little bit less than three months I had gone from Philip Giffner, a nondescript, typical eighth-grade boy, to a veteran actor in adult films, but that was now the case. I had fallen into a routine—but it was far from a dull one. Each Saturday morning, I would walk a few blocks to Darlene’s house where she and I would make a new sex movie together. That was fabulous! Darlene had a figure to rival that of most 20-year-old females—and I was getting paid to screw her. We had great fun during all the shootings. Darlene’s Uncle Bill encouraged us to get creative, romantic, and adventurous during every carnal encounter. I never failed to have a huge ejaculation as a climax. Cindy and I had a running deal with Uncle Bill. We were sort of a real-life couple now, although Cindy understood my job was to have boisterous sex with any girl whom Uncle Bill might pair me with on a given day. Cindy, who still did occasional films with other males, enjoyed screwing with me for fun. Uncle Bill thought that was terribly wasteful. He told us whenever we got a midweek urge to have a sexual romp with each other to call him up, come to his studio, and we would be paid by him for the privilege of filming our coitus. That was a typical Tuesday or Thursday activity for me. Wednesdays often had Uncle Bill booking me to “work” with a girl I had never met before. The surprise element always served to arouse me. Thus, I had made half a dozen movies screwing sexy strangers my own age—and sometimes younger.

One of the biggest challenges I had was a peripheral one. How could I keep my lofty porn earnings a secret from my parents. Uncle Bill had recently bumped my pay to a heady $150 per movie—which wasn’t bad for about 20 minutes of work—if you consider having sex with beautiful young girls to be work. Since I was averaging three films per week, that meant I was typically earning $450 every seven days, not including any bonuses—which Uncle Bill paid frequently for exceptionally good performances and movies that sold well. That sum was in the neighborhood of what my father was earning at the job he had worked at for two decades. Furthermore, Dad was paying taxes while I wasn’t. That comparison startled me when I realized it was the case.

I couldn’t put the money into my savings account at my bank because, as a minor, my parents had access to it and would certainly question where all the large cash deposits were coming from. Also because of my age, I couldn’t legally open an account at any bank without my parents’ say-so. I got around these problematic restrictions by doing at bit of research. One day I phoned a local bank to inquire if a minor could rent a safe deposit box without parental permission. It was a seldom-heard request, but apparently there was no law against it. Thus, that was where I safely stashed my cash. There were wads of it. I was accruing stacks of $50 bills and $100 bills. It wasn’t earning any interest there, of course, but it couldn’t be found by my parents—which was the most important factor.

It was now the first week of June 1977. School was beginning to wind down. I (and Darlene and Cindy) would be starting high school in September. Despite my lucrative and highly enjoyable part-time job, I was maintaining my excellent grades. I was certain to be on the school’s honor roll. Darlene approached me in the hallway one Monday morning with a message from Uncle Bill that I was to report for another fun and profitable Wednesday assignment. This time I was not to telephone him in advance. I was to just show up at his studio at about 7:30 p.m. for what Darlene described as a “pleasant surprise.” She anticipated my question. “Don’t ask me, Philip. I honestly have no idea what Uncle Bill’s surprise is.” I wasn’t really all that curious. Every girl I had bedded so far had been wonderful. I had had zero bad experiences so far. I expected that streak to continue indefinitely.

When Wednesday arrived, I got to Darlene’s house at about 7:15 p.m., slightly ahead of schedule. When I first started making movies for Uncle Bill, in my eagerness to please him, I sometimes showed up close to an hour before I was supposed to be there. Now that my job was becoming a regular routine to me, I tended not to be so anxious anymore. When I descended the staircase to the studio, there were both Darlene and Cindy as interested spectators. (They both liked to watch my movie shoots out of professional curiosity and personal friendship.) There was a third girl present, a rather lanky lass with two long blonde braids that dropped below the middle of her back. I had never seen this girl before. No one had accompanied her to the studio. I assumed she was the surprise Darlene had told me about on Monday.

“Philip, meet Wendy Johanssen,” said Uncle Bill. “You’ll be working with her tonight. I think you’ll be great together.”

I didn’t doubt that prediction at all. Wendy was quite appealing. We shook hands and briefly embraced. I was still waiting for Uncle Bill to reveal his big surprise to me. When I sensed it wasn’t forthcoming, I asked him directly, “So, are you going to tell me what the special surprise is for tonight’s shooting? I am a bit curious. I assume Wendy has something to do with it.”

“I thought you might ask me that!” replied Uncle Bill with a rapidly broadening smile. “Wendy, please show your birth certificate to Philip.” I quickly noticed this girl’s year of birth was 1961. She had turned 16 in May. Her hairstyle had been deliberately deceptive, I suspected, to make her appear younger than she actually was. It suddenly occurred to me that I was being paired with a female who was older than I was for the first time. She was, in fact, nearly two full years my senior. Damn! I was going to screw an attractive high school girl! This really was a terrific and wonderful surprise for me! I was excited—in every sense of the word. I couldn’t wait to disrobe and begin.

Uncle Bill addressed me along with spectators Darlene and Cindy. “Yes, everyone, Wendy is 16. She’s the oldest girl I’ve used in any of my movies since I established this studio.” We all greeted her warmly.
“Wendy and her older sister Kathleen have escaped from a bad situation at home,” Uncle Bill explained without any further elaboration. “Wendy was looking for a way to make money quickly with her good looks, so she was directed to come here and seek me out. As soon as I saw her and spoke with her the other day, I immediately knew she and Philip would photograph well and make a great pair.”

“Philip and any girl photograph well!” interjected Cindy. That kind comment drew loud laughs from both Darlene and Uncle Bill. I almost blushed. I thanked Cindy for the compliment with a quick kiss. Cindy extended the kiss longer than I expected. I was really starting to like her.

“Before I was interrupted,” Uncle Bill continued, “I was going to say this is all new for Wendy. Not just appearing in adult movies—I mean having sex, period. Under those circumstances, I know I can depend upon the reliable Philip to be gentlemanly with her throughout the session.”

That was definitely true. I had been a virgin in April when I made my first adult film with Darlene. Now, just eight weeks later, I was a grizzled veteran of the porn business at age 14½. Uncle Bill had told me my films were popular with his buyers because I was the typical boy-next-door type and not some macho jerk. I certainly was interested in fucking Wendy, but I also intended to retain my positive reputation. It kept the money accruing in my safe deposit box.

Because Wendy was an outright sexual newcomer and somewhat fragile, Uncle Bill produced this session slightly differently than others I had witnessed. He had her disrobe and pose for some publicity shots by herself. She was a beauty who looked cute with her long, blonde braids. Both Cindy and Darlene coached her on how to pose sexily as Uncle Bill snapped photos with a handheld camera while simultaneously running two of the studio’s video cameras.

“Wendy, your breasts are definitely your best feature,” Cindy insisted. “Show them off for the camera by cupping them with your hands.” Cindy, who was extremely cute in my eyes, was nevertheless small-breasted. That apparently made her keenly aware of the assets that other females possessed.

That was an excellent suggestion. Cindy was certainly right about that: Wendy’s tits were lovely objects. They were average size for a 16-year-old girl, but they had small, pointy areolas that I found very arousing. Darlene seemed to be able to read my mind when she commented, “Philip is going to love those sexy nipples of yours!”

“Really?” Wendy asked. “I’ve never thought too highly about them.”

“Yeah, absolutely! They’re terrific!” I piped in. “Oh, did I say that out loud?” I comically added. Even Wendy chuckled at that remark.

The erotic solo session, which ended with Wendy fingering her vagina for the benefit of the movie cameras, took about 20 minutes to complete. Uncle Bill was pleased with her so far. He had Wendy dress to begin her session with me. He had selected a wardrobe for her that was a uniform of some sort. I think it was supposed to resemble a Girl Guide outfit to give her the appearance of youthfulness. It was perfect for her! I was given a casual outfit to wear, consisting of a pale blue golf shirt and off-white cotton trousers. I learned early on in my budding movie career that nobody cared too much how the male performers were dressed before they removed their clothing and got down to business. It was amazing how much I had learned about the porn industry by simple observation.

Uncle Bill gave Wendy the same piece of advice he had given me two months earlier: “Do what comes naturally!”

Wendy replied, “Because I’m new at this, I’ll just let Philip do what comes naturally to him.” I was certainly okay with that!

Part Two

Wendy was sitting on the end of the large studio bed when Uncle Bill called for action. I approached her and lovingly embraced her. I got the impression that Wendy did not expect any sort of romantic foreplay from me, but she was certainly amiable about it. As a kisser, she was not in the league of Darlene, Cindy, or any of the other females I had bedded since April. (I made a mental note to offer to work on that skill with her. I enjoyed kissing as much as I enjoyed intercourse—almost.)

My hands naturally drifted downward to Wendy’s breasts. I gave them a couple of gentle squeezes before I began to unbutton her uniform top. Wendy allowed me to lift it from her torso. I quickly removed her brassiere, too. I wanted to get my hands and mouth on those sexy nipples as soon as possible.

Because all Uncle Bill’s movies were silent (with a musical score added afterward), I and everyone else were free to make comments as the action progressed. “Your tits truly are lovely, Wendy!” I told her as I fondled them. “They’ve got me hard as a rock already.” Wendy just sat there and said just above a whisper, “Thank you, Philip.”

Cindy felt compelled to offer some coaching to Wendy. “Rub your hand along Philip’s crotch!” she suggested. “It would look so sexy!”

“Hey, I’m the director, producer and cameraman of this movie,” Uncle Bill gently chastised Cindy, but then he added, “Cindy’s idea is an excellent one, Wendy. Put your hand on Philip’s equipment and fondle it. I’m sure he won’t mind!”

“Go for it!” I told Wendy as I rubbed my thumbs against the tips of her boobs. Wendy complied. That seemed to loosen her up. She needed no further direction for the rest of the session. I began sucking as Wendy began rubbing. It was a great physical sensation!

One of the best things about Uncle Bill’s casual style of direction is that he did not force the pace. He really did believe in the “do what comes naturally” statement he liked to spout so often. I was so enjoying Wendy’s tempting tits that I probably spent twice the time on them as I had done with any other girl’s goodies. That included Darlene, whose adult-size breasts were absolutely fabulous allurements.

I eventually stood up and completely disrobed while Wendy took off the remainder of her garments. She had a moderately hairy bush, but that never made any difference to me. I embraced Wendy and set her in the center of the bed where I licked her pussy with enthusiasm. This was obviously a new experience for my virgin bedmate. The sensation delighted her and she grabbed the back of my head to make sure I kept at it. Her vagina became noticeably moist. I liked the flavor.

“Do me next!” I told Wendy. I believe that was the first time I ever demanded fellatio from one of my porn partners, but the idea of a virgin orally pleasing me was too enticing to pass up. I just straddled her on the bed and placed my phallus by her lips. Wendy seemed a little bit hesitant, but she eventually permitted me to insert my dick into her mouth. She gave a few tepid licks. I made up for that with a couple of vigorous thrusts. I could tell this was not Wendy’s cup of tea, so I did not press the matter. I pulled out of her mouth, slithered down her body—stopping momentarily to lick her left breast—and then repositioned myself to give her a strong fucking.

“Here I go, Wendy! Be prepared for it!” I warned her. Then I drove my penis into her vagina with great gusto. Wendy grimaced slightly, and then began to groan rhythmically along with my thrusts. This was a fabulous, joyous treat for 14-year-old me—passionately screwing a beautiful 16-year-old blonde.

I was engrossed in my efforts to please Wendy with my penis, mostly oblivious to all else, but I thought I heard two contradictory comments from the interested observers in the room. I seemed to hear Uncle Bill say, “Take it easy, Philip. She’s new to this!” However, not long afterward Darlene remarked, “Jeez, this is really hot sex!” I knew the latter was more correct as Wendy was glowing with delight. She said to me, “Philip, this is great! Just keep doing what you’re doing!” I was certainly doing my best to please her.

I did decide to be slightly gentler as I switched my fucking position to side-by-side. This way I could still fondle Wendy’s superb breasts while penetrating her from behind. This was quite enjoyable for me, too. I kidded Wendy, “Do you want to become a mother?”

“Not at the moment!” she replied.

“Okay,” I said agreeably. “I’ll come on you rather than inside you. Uncle Bill likes that better, anyway. It makes for a better ending to a movie.”

About five minutes of gentle screwing and loving fondling put me over the edge. “I’ve got to pull out, Wendy. I’m going to come now!” I withdrew my dick from her pussy, rolled Wendy onto her back, and squirted a huge cum shot up her body from her pussy to her chin. Thick strings of white goo splattered against her. I was pleased by my tremendous orgasm. I naughtily lifted a dollop of semen from between Wendy’s tits and said, “Open wide, honey!”

Wendy got the idea and slowly opened her mouth. I placed it directly on her tongue and softly said, “Swallow it. You might just like it.” She apparently did, because she voluntarily scooped up more of my jism to taste and consume. What a girl! That led to a long romantic embrace. Uncle Bill yelled “Cut!” He then applauded the scene along with Darlene and Cindy.

“How was your first sexual experience, Wendy? Did you enjoy it?” Uncle Bill asked her unnecessarily. Her only response was a prolonged, happy giggle. That retort made me laugh and inspired me to merrily suck on her tits one more time. I honestly didn’t care that they were cum-covered.

It had been a fabulous shoot, beating any scene I had shot in the two months I had been working in porn—which was saying something because every sex scene was tremendously fun and enjoyable for me. We were both exhausted. We spent the next 15 minutes hugging without saying a word. Finally, Uncle Bill spoke.

“Philip,” he said, “There’s a second part to my surprise, but you have to wait until next Wednesday to enjoy it.”

When I asked what it was, he said, “Wendy’s sister Kathleen will be here that night to do a sex scene with you. She’s 20, and she occasionally works as a nude dancer. I think you’ll enjoy having a fuck with her.”
“Twenty years old? Wow!” I said with pure delight. That was an excellent surprise, indeed.