Chapter 1

Kevin came unexpectedly. I mean you know it can happen, but you're usually too caught up in what's going on to pay much attention. I know, that's why condoms were invented, but we were bareback, just like everyone else at the party. Suddenly he stiffened, his thrusts got erratic, and he groaned deep in his throat, all classic signs that that special moment was upon him.

I was nowhere near ready. I thought that he'd pull out and calm down, like he had several times before. He might pull out and put his dick against my mouth, sucking him off seemed like a good thing to do, friendly sort of. Having him give me a creampie was the last thing on my mind. Still, there it was, and you can't take it back. So I spread my legs even more and let the camera zoom in.

We're about as amateur a porn operation as it is possible to get. We have this local access cable thing, and on Friday and Saturday nights, late, they put up "adult" videos. We took advantage of it, originally on a dare, but now for profit. "Traci's Clubhouse" started as something small, but now we had over 12,000 paid viewers that we knew of, and (we suspected) at least double that who piggybacked in before we put in pay-per-view subscriptions.

You learn not to be self-conscious when you realize that as many as 25,000 people were watching a part of me that normally is kept covered.

Cheri squirmed in below me, so I squatted over her face and let Kevin's come drip into her mouth. After bit she came up and we kissed. She dropped some of is come into my mouth; it was a good sharing moment

Someone chose that moment to come, shooting his load on our face. I ad warm come in my mouth, and more on my face and body. It had to be getting all through my hair. Then Cheri moaned and began moving in little jerks. I looked past her; Tom had put it in and was thrusting away.

"Let's get some dick in here," I said.

Cheri kissed me again, and for a few seconds we let our tongues play back and forth. It was obvious her mind was on something else I slid my hands down to cup and squeeze her boobs. When I pinched her nipples she groaned. She was trembling, close to her peak. She reached between her legs, rubbing herself to get that final boost.

Tom helped. I could feel her trembling, I could hear the slap-slap-slap of his body against hers, and then she squeaked slightly, and I knew she was there.

Guys have said Cheri has a snapper and they can feel her pussy squeezing them as she comes. Tom did. He blurted out "I'm coming!" as he shoved it deep and held it there.

Tom pulled back, and I saw his dick drooping slightly, all wet and shiny, and a couple of drops of white dripped from his tip.

That was my cue. I slid down so I was under Cheri's pussy and lapped my tongue through her cleft. Her sex lips were furry, and I caught the sharp, bitter taste of Tom's come, as well as the distinctive taste (and smell) of her juices.

Shawn couldn't resist. He levered his thick black cock into me, sliding home with his first thrust. He'd come only a couple of minutes before, but the guy had great stamina and could recover quickly. It didn't take long before his monster was in full stiffness and trying to probe my tummy from the bottom end.

I loved it.

So it went, an entire hour of fucking, sucking, swallowing, and anything else we could think of. By the time we quit every guy had come at least twice, and most had managed a third one. Every girl had come, too. A lot of bodily fluids had been shared, and most of us were feeling very mellow.

We tape for an hour and a quarter, and take a few minutes to knock down the set. While that's going on we also do some rudimentary edits and cuts with what we'd taped, trying to get it down to 59 minutes. We still had to clean up and get presentable, too. You don't go to class smelling of boys, teachers, at least the female ones, and the other girls would notice. Smelling of soap and water, or body ash, was acceptable, though.

When we finished editing, straightening up, getting dressed, and so on, we also had a good idea of who got what. It was a business, after all. We were long past the days when it was just Cheri, Kevin and me. Now we had regular pay scales and everything.

The boys got paid on performance. How many times did they come? They got $25 for each load, though we paid $35 if there was a third, and $50 if there was a fourth. We had to see it on the tape, so sometimes the boys pulled all the way out so their come-shot was visible.

You can't tell when a girl comes, not like with a guy, so a girl was paid for the amount of time her pussy was visible on camera. She got extra for being able to prove she'd come, which almost always meant she'd rub herself or use a vibrator with her pussy only inches from the lens so you could see her entrance squeeze and release. Every girl also got a basic stipend for showing her boobs. They don't have monthlies, after all. Girls also got extra for any action with another girl. Sucking a tit paid more than kissing, sharing come paid more than sucking a tit, and going down on someone paid best of all. Pretty soon everyone was an expert on how to make the most money.

We had plenty left over.

Fifteen minutes after receiving that last load of come I was all buttoned up, brushed, and so forth. Jeff, who had provided the come, was sitting next to me in English, and he as on the point of nodding off. I was still giddy from my third climax in an hour, and was having a hard time sitting still.

"You have something to add to this discussion, Miss Kellogg?" the teacher asked.

"No, ma'am."

She gave me a fishy look, something very easy for her to do, given her looks. I did my best to settle down. I couldn't help it; sex always got me charged up.

We weren't stupid, none of us wanted to do anything to call attention to us. That meant behaving in class, doing only "normal" things after school, and not spending all of our time in front of the camera filming "Traci's Clubhouse". What that meant was that we lived boring lives that were totally unmemorable. That meant we spent Thursday and Friday editing our film down to something that fit I the 59 minutes we were allotted. That meant that most of us appeared on other television programs shot by our fellow students, ones that were nauseatingly boring. I had to lead the way as the "clubhouse" was named for me.