Darlene's Uncle's Hobby (Part #7)

In the seventh episode of this story, 14-year-old porn actor Philip is paired with a beautiful mystery girl who was interested in becoming an adult film star!

Introduction

This is the seventh in a series of stories about Philip Giffner, a 14-year-old eighth-grade student. Here is a very brief overview of the first six 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 commitments. Unbeknownst to Darlene’s 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. Darlene likes the money she earns from doing sex acts on camera with boys about her age.

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. Philip is paid by cash. He stores his growing earnings in a safety deposit box in a bank to keep them a secret from his parents.

You are encouraged to read the first six stories in this series in their entirety to fully appreciate the goings-on in Part #7. Philip is the narrator.

Part One

The school year was rapidly approaching its end for me and the rest of the eighth-grade pupils. That meant that my middle school career was nearly over. Come September, I would be a high school freshman. I’d always exceled as a student, so there was no doubt I’d pass easily and finish the eighth grade with a spot high on my school’s academic honor roll.

I merrily continued with my secret job of acting in Darlene’s uncle’s explicit pornographic films. Honestly, I did not consider what I did to be “acting,” though. I enjoyed bedding every girl I had been paired with so far. There hadn’t been a dud yet in the ten weeks I’d been screwing girls on camera, sometimes at the rate of three per week. It was all quite extraordinary considering I’d had zero sexual experiences before April.

On Wednesday morning, just before classes began, Darlene tracked me down in the hallway to give me a hand-written message from Uncle Bill. This was a bit odd for him; usually anything to do with me and his movie business was done by telephone call. The message said, “If you don’t want to miss out on the chance of a lifetime, show up at the studio ready for action at 7 p.m. You won’t be sorry! Please confirm you’ll be there by letting Darlene know.”

Uncle Bill was not known for using hyperbole, so I had to assume whatever he was referring to in his note really had to be the chance of a lifetime for me. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was. When I asked Darlene if she knew any more details, she said, “Not exactly, but I’d guess it had to do with an unexpected visitor who came to the house last night. I didn’t recognize her and I didn’t hear her conversation with Uncle Bill. All I know is that she looked to be our age, Philip.”

“Was she attractive?” I asked Darlene.

“Well, yes,” Darlene opined somewhat reluctantly before adding, “if you like cute blondes.”

“Then count me in!” I said cheerfully.

Darlene shook her head in mock disgust at my shallowness. She said, “I see you’re not tiring of this job I lured you in to back in April, are you? As long as the girl is pretty, you’ll be able to get your dick up and perform well. Isn’t that right, Philip?”

“I honestly don’t know if that’s true,” I responded. “Think about it: Uncle Bill has yet to pair me with an ugly girl or even a plain one. They’ve all been beauties…starting with you, Darlene.” I leaned forward to kiss her…and she leaned forward even faster to do the same to me.

To the best of my recollection, it was the first time that Darlene and I had ever kissed on school property, never mind in the hallway in front of some of our peers. That was a rare sight at our middle school. A couple of bystanders whistled and applauded their approval. I smiled at them and whispered in Darlene’s ear, “It will be very easy for me to get hard if this smooching continues, Darlene, honey. The last thing I want to happen is to have an accidental ejaculation. Remember, I have to save myself for this attractive mystery girl tonight. You can tell Uncle Bill I’ll be there on time.”

Part Two

As promised, I arrived at Darlene’s home near at the appointed time of 7 o’clock. Uncle Bill let me into the house at about 6:45 p.m. I was not surprised at all to see that both Darlene and Cindy were present, too. They seemed to be extraordinarily interested in witnessing all of my sex scenes. I took it as a compliment—and I also figured they were envious of any other girl I bedded in the movie industry. It was all very flattering when I stopped to think about it.

"Our special guest has not yet arrived, Philip," Uncle Bill told me before I even had a chance to sit down. "When you asked Darlene about tonight’s assignment, I understand that she correctly guessed it was in regards to the same girl who dropped by here the other day. I might as will fill you in on the details before she arrives--which should be in just a few minutes.”

Uncle Bill took a quick swig from a bottle of water and then began, “Yesterday something happened that had never occurred before. I had a walk-in applicant for one of my movies! I didn't recruit her either directly or indirectly. She just came here on her own volition to ask about working in the porno movie business. She told me she’d 'heard through the grapevine' that I made movies starring people of her age. That was a little bit jolting. This enterprise is supposed to be operating quietly. We don’t want the law to catch up with what we’re doing.”

I, Darlene and Cindy all strongly denied telling anyone about Uncle Bill's studio and the goings-on there. "Why would I put such a good thing at risk?" I asked rhetorically. "I've said nothing to anyone who didn't already know about it first-hand."

"Anyway," Uncle Bill continued after he was convinced none of us had spilled the beans, "this girl is 14 years old, the same age as you three. Her name is Carrie Hollington.”

The name was unfamiliar to us, so she wasn’t a schoolmate of ours. “She might be from out of town,” Uncle Bill suggested. “I really don’t know for sure. I can tell you this, though: She's got curly blonde hair and she's an absolute cutie. I was tempted not to call Philip and bed her myself and put all the studio’s cameras on auto-pilot!"

None of us had ever heard Uncle Bill say anything remotely like that regarding one of his young actresses. Accordingly, I figured this girl truly had to be spectacular to get that level of positive reaction from him!

He continued, "She said she wants to earn a lot of money in a hurry, so she figured this was the easiest way to do so. She also heard that the 14-year-old boy she'd likely be paired with was an especially easygoing and likable fellow."

"Hey, it's nice to know I've got a positive reputation," I joked. "It's too bad we don't know who told her about me."

Uncle Bill ignored my self-aggrandizing banter and went on with his description of Carrie. "This might be of interest to you, Philip. She also said she's a virgin and, since she's completely sexually inexperienced, she's perfectly willing to defer to whatever her partner might want to do. That's why I mentioned in my note to you, Philip, that this was the chance of a lifetime when you combine all of those factors."

I calmly commented, "So far I've heard Carrie Hollington being described as a beautiful 14-year-old, blonde virgin who will happily be completely submissive to me when we have sex tonight. Yes, Uncle Bill, that certainly does interest me—and every other healthy male on the planet who has a pulse!" I then broke into a huge, thankful smile. I could feel an erection building and I had not yet even seen this dream girl.

"Somehow I knew this would be an appealing night's work for you, Philip. I just had a hunch about it," Uncle Bill kidded me and smiled broadly in return.

To their credit, both Darlene and Cindy concurred as well. They weren't nearly as happy for me as I was for myself, though. Perhaps 20 seconds later, the doorbell rang. Carrie Hollington had arrived for the porn shoot!

Part Three

I quickly discovered that Uncle Bill’s description of Carrie was completely accurate. She was indeed a first-rate, blonde cutie. Her curly locks were shoulder-length. She certainly had an attractive build; Carrie was bustier than Cindy but not Darlene. (Darlene was blessed with an A+ body, one that was exceptional for a middle school student.) Carrie also had prominent dimples, a facial trait I’d always thought were attractive additions on any female lucky enough to have them. Carrie was also dressed smartly. That constantly earned points with me. She was wearing a light-blue blouse with a dark-blue, pleated skirt and white knee socks. She was an adorable sight!

“Well, here I am!” she said gleefully to the four of us already present in the room.

“And we’re all glad you’re here,” I replied with enthusiasm. “That especially goes for me. I’m Philip Giffner. I’ll be doing the scene with you tonight. I have to say I truly am a lucky fellow because you are quite the looker, Carrie. There’s no denying that!”

Carrie smiled at my compliment—which highlighted her dimples. I liked this girl very much already!

Uncle Bill explained to Carrie that he had told us about what little he knew of her from their first meeting and how unusual it was to have an unexpected walk-in apply for a job in one of his porno flicks. “You are a ground-breaker, Carrie…and Philip here will break you in as gentlemanly as possible. That’s what he’s best known for.”

“Well, I was told he’s also known for producing large ejaculations,” Carrie said completely out of the blue.

All four of us laughed because Carrie’s blunt comment was undeniably true. I didn’t realize I was so gifted in such a sexual way until I had my first romp on camera with Darlene. I had fired a large load of cum when I climaxed with her, and I had managed to always duplicate the feat ever since in every porno scene I had been assigned. I suppose that trait is something a male either has or he doesn’t; I don’t suppose it’s a skill that one can work on improving. I stopped chuckling long enough to sincerely tell Carrie, “Well, I’ll try my best to please you tonight. I always try my best because that’s what I’m being paid to do.” I was tempted to add that I’d happily fuck her for nothing because she was so good looking, but I thought that quip might possibly annoy both Cindy and Darlene—and Uncle Bill just might take me seriously and withhold my pay!

Carrie noted, “Since I’m very new at all of this—and I really do have no sexual experience—I suppose anything you do will please me, Philip! I’ll trust that you are doing your best, but I won’t really know.”

Uncle Bill was curious enough to inquire how Carrie knew so much about his porn studio. She said that Lam, the Vietnamese girl whom I had done one scene with a few weeks ago, attended the same school she did. Lam had informed Carrie that having sex on camera was a fast and fun way to make plenty of money in a hurry. She gave Carrie the address of Uncle Bill’s studio in case she wanted to apply for a job—which she did. (Uncle Bill was not happy about this revelation. He suppressed his temper regarding Lam’s irresponsible blabbing, but he later told me in private that by failing to keep his studio a secret, Lam had disqualified herself from ever working for him again—despite him having plans for her to appear in subsequent films. He was angry!)

Carrie’s choice of clothing was so attractive and charming that Uncle Bill told her to ignore the school-uniform costume he had prepared for her. What she was wearing was already terrific. I, on the other hand, was told to change into the maroon tennis shirt and white cotton trousers that Uncle Bill had selected for me to temporarily wear while I engaged in foreplay with pretty Carrie. I always gladly deferred to Uncle Bill’s judgement on such matters as I would readily admit I had no fashion sense at all.

Uncle Bill gave Carrie a brief rundown of what to expect during the shoot. He dwelt on the fact there was no script to follow and that his films were silent (with a musical score added afterward). Therefore, she might hear directions from him throughout the scene—and she was free to make as much noise as she wanted.

“Oh, I hope that’s the case!” Carrie noted. Wow! This girl was beautiful and she had a sense of humor, too!

Within two minutes, Carrie and I were sitting on the edge of the large bed that dominated Uncle Bill’s studio. “Do what comes naturally!” he advised us just before shouting “Action!” and activating the cameras.

I was eager to begin. I promptly enfolded Carrie in my arms and kissed her very romantically. She must have approved because she whispered in my ear, “This is a good start, Philip. I like it.” I agreed and smiled. Then I gave Carrie a series of gentle, playful kisses that I placed on her forehead, cheeks and neck, before I embarked on more erotic touching. I took this next step by cupping her lovely breasts with my hands and giving them a slight squeeze. “You have great tits, Carrie!” I told her. She just giggled upon hearing my remark.

I began fondling them in earnest. I could already feel her nipples getting harder through her blouse and brassiere. “I have to get a look at them, Carrie,” I told her as I began unbuttoning her top. She took care of the final two buttons herself and let her blouse fall sexily to the carpeted floor. She did not have her bra on for much longer. I was going to take the liberty of removing it myself, but Carrie beat me to it. She cavalierly waved it in front of my face before dropping it alongside her discarded blouse. All indications were that Carrie certainly was going to be a playful sex partner!

Carrie’s breasts were a beautiful sight. Almost torpedo-shaped, they accentuated her areolas and nipples wonderfully. I was immediately inspired to suck on them, which caused more giggles from my partner. “I’m glad you approve!” I told her as I went from the left one to the right one. Of course, I had developed a noticeable erection that was becoming uncomfortable in the confines of my trousers. “I have to lose these pants, Carrie. You finish getting undressed, too, while I disrobe. Then I’ll give you a first-rate fucking.” I don’t think I had ever been so bold and confident in a scene before Carrie Hollington entered my life.

Once I had shed my clothing, I could tell that Carie was fascinated by my erection. Although she said nothing, Carrie had a look on her face that asked, “May I play with it?” I told her to stimulate it however she wished. She responded by placing one hand on the shaft of my penis and the other on my testicles. I told her to stroke my penis upward and gently explore my balls. She caught on to the idea very quickly! It felt like my dick grew another inch, although that was clearly an impossibility. I was fully erect.

“I’d like to kiss it and suck on it, Philip,” she told me. “Would that be alright?”

The silly question stunned me for a moment, which caused Uncle Bill to laugh and state, “I don’t think Philip would mind at all, Carrie. Please do just that.” I eagerly nodded my agreement. I fondled her breasts while Carrie planted kisses up and down my shaft and onto my balls. Then she put the head of my dick into her warm mouth. For a sexual newcomer, this girl had considerable natural talent!

Carrie’s act of fellatio lasted about two minutes. I stopped it so I could give her a titty-fuck, always a favorite sex act of mine since I started making movies for Uncle Bill. I told her what I was about to do—which caused her to giggle some more—and then I positioned myself so I could slide my erection between her two inviting breasts. Carrie figured out that if she squeezed her tits together that it made for a better camera shot while giving me more pleasure.

“This is just silly!” Carrie commented between laughs.

“Yeah, it makes no sense, I agree, but it’s great fun for me, Carrie! I absolutely love sliding my hard dick between girls’ tits. Just indulge me with this, please. Sometimes a good titty-fuck brings me to a climax. I’m nowhere near ready to come yet, though. I just have to fuck that beautiful vagina of yours that I’ve sadly neglected so far.”

I gently pushed Carrie downward until she was flat on her back in the center of the bed. I placed my face between her thighs and promptly went at her hairy bush. With great gusto, I fingered it, licked it, massaged it, placed a finger inside of it, and did my utmost to pleasure her. It seemed to have worked as Carrie became extremely wet. “That feels unbelievably good!” She shouted as my tongue penetrated her most private area.

“I told you I’d do my best,” I reminded her.

I figured Carrie was ready for real penetration—I certainly was eager to provide the dick for it—so I mounted her without further ado. Because she was allegedly a virgin, I warned her that I was about to deflower her. She replied, with a cheerful, “I’m ready for it, Philip!” I placed the head of my penis at her vaginal opening and strongly pushed it forward. I heard a slight response from Carrie. It was a pleasurable noise, not one inspired by pain. That pleased me as I did not wish to hurt Carrie in the slightest. When my rod was about halfway inside her we looked at each other and spontaneously shared one more romantic kiss. There was something strangely but truly magical about this 14-year-old sweetheart that neither Darlene’ nor Cindy could equal. I wasn’t about to tell them that, though!

Carrie and I got into a lovely fucking rhythm as she got used to having a male’s sex organ deep inside her pussy for the first time in her young life. I was mindful of being gentle with Carrie, but I was also enjoying this fuck perhaps more than any of the dozen or so I had done on film for Uncle Bill. He was enjoying the scene too. (That would become obvious a little bit later.) Still, he stayed in director mode and wisely suggested we change positions to a doggy-style fuck for the sake of variety. I had to explain to naïve Carrie what that meant. She was totally in favor of trying it. We quickly repositioned ourselves, and I drove my dick into Carrie’s vagina while I was standing and while she was kneeling at the very end of the bed.

“Now you’re really deep inside me, Philip. It feels wonderful!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, it does—for me too!” I added and increased the speed of my thrusts.

An ejaculation was near—and I could sense it would be a powerful one. I wanted to give Carrie a world-class facial with what promised to be a memorable and huge cum shot. Without saying a word, I pulled my dick from her pussy, turned Carrie over so she was facing me, pulled her up into a sitting position and placed my penis about an inch from her nose. I tugged on my erection twice…and then I exploded!

A massive blast of semen struck Carrie’s pretty face—which had been transformed into a mask of hot, white goo in the space of about two seconds. I actually lost count, but I think I fired three large ropes of jism. My marksmanship was off by a bit. One rope flew into the top of Carrie’s left ear. I could sense I had one more shot still to fire, so I did something I had never done before in the ten weeks I had been starring in porno films: I lifted Carrie back onto the bed, spread her legs, mounted her missionary-style, and launched a final blast of my goo into her vagina. I then collapsed on top of her, completely exhausted by my sexual feats. A few drops of my jism ended up in Carrie’s mouth, but she quickly spat it out, clearly not enjoying its taste. Even Carrie Hollington was not a perfect bedmate.

“Holy smoke!” Carrie shouted. “That’s a lot of cum, Philip. Is that what normally happens when a boy comes?” she asked no one in particular.

I stated I had experienced an unusually huge ejaculation—which it was. Uncle Bill concurred. He ranked it with the best he’d ever seem from me, as did both Cindy and Darlene. They, of course, had first-hand experience dealing directly with my prodigious cum shots. Uncle Bill yelled “Cut!” just as Carrie began to wipe the semen off her face with a handful of tissues. The other three people in the room loudly applauded the scene.

Then Uncle Bill did something absolutely unprecedented as Carrie was about to rise from the bed. “Just a moment, Carrie,” he stated. “I think you are the most beautiful teenage girl I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m unbelievably horny from watching that scene. If you’d like me to double your pay, let me fuck you right now! What do you say to that offer?”

Carrie quickly agreed to it. Uncle Bill, age 45, promptly disrobed to have sexual intercourse with a comely middle school girl he fancied. None of us had ever seen him without clothes before. He kept the studio cameras rolling as he went about his business as Darlene, Cindy and I watched somewhat in disbelief. After about five minutes of very intense screwing, Uncle Bill groaned and fired his load onto Carrie’s breasts. I noticed it had nowhere near the volume of my ejaculation. I took some pride in that!

Carrie got up from the bed. I could tell she was tired too. She headed for a much-needed cleansing and refreshing cold shower. Once Carrie was out of the room, we all looked at Uncle Bill in disbelief, having never seen him so sexually charged before.

We didn’t ask him for an alibi, but he gave one anyway. “Hey, there’s just something magical about that girl. I simply couldn’t help myself! I just had to bed her. It was fantastic, too, in case you hadn’t figured that out!”

I said nothing, but I silently agreed with my employer and nodded knowingly.