Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 10: Cheerleading
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10: Cheerleading - “On behalf of Adult Entertainment Industries and Lancelot Productions, you have been selected to join us for three weeks of extensive training for positions throughout the adult entertainment industry.” The letter began and so too did the adventure. Come join Ryan Owens, a typical eighteen year old high school senior for the fantasy of a lifetime.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Nudism
Thursday 6/11
“I just love waking up next to you!” Madison told me as she squeezed my hand to her breast.
“What! You again? I told your mom to call the exterminators!”
“Uhn?”
“Grrrr! I told your mom to call someone to get the bedbugs out of my bed! But they’re still here!” I growled as I launched myself at her, tickling her. Then I rolled her on top of me, tickled her again and then kissed her on the nose. Then I rolled her to my other side, between me and Heather and started screeching like a little girl, “Help me! I’m being attacked by a wild bug! Help me, Heather!”
The whole time Madison’s laughing at me so hard she’s holding her sides. Of course, all I’m really doing is rubbing my hands all over some almost-fourteen-year-old prime teenager’s body.
“Ryan?” Madison asked when we had calmed down a little.
“What is it, my little bedbug?” I asked affectionately.
“What did you do to Ashley and Emily?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean they were both talking about something you did to them. Something with your tongue.”
“Were they happy or mad?” I asked her.
“They seemed really happy. Not as happy as they were about their sex, but pretty happy I think,” she told me.
“Would you like me to show you?” I asked her.
“I don’t know. Will it hurt?”
“Ryan,” Heather said with a note of alarm in her tone. She knew exactly what I did with my tongue because, last night after dinner, Ash and Em had spent over an hour telling her.
“Did the twins act like it hurt?” I asked Madison.
“No-o-o”, she said slowly.
“Well, I’ll show you if you want,” I told her.
“Okay,” she said shyly.
She was still naked and sitting in the center of the bed, so I twisted her around to lay longwise, so I had room to crawl between her legs. Then as I lowered my head to her young little pussy, she gave Heather a nervous glance. Heather just smiled reassuringly at her.
When I swiped my tongue from her asshole to the tip of her clit, her eyes flew open wide as a small groan issued from her partway open mouth. Madison looked at Heather again as if to say, “What is he doing?”
I did it again and then settled into a pattern of licking the outer lips that I have found to be effective with young girls who have never experienced a dick in their pussy. In other words, virgins.
I was actually just getting started good, although to hear Madison’s groans and sighs, she was already more than halfway to the promised land, when my tongue strayed inside the small, tight valley of the gods. And I noticed at once that there was not a barrier where I fully expected one.
I stopped immediately and looked at Madison, who was clearly not ready for me to stop.
“What?” she said angrily.
“Your hymen?” I said, confused. “Have you already been having sex with someone?”
“Bike accident. Last summer,” she replied in clipped sentences. “Please, Ryan. Do it some more.”
So, I did it some more. And when she had her first orgasm, I slowed down for just a moment and then did it some more.
By this time, her screams were approaching legendary status and her mom and sisters were crowded at the door.
“What did she do to get the full treatment?” I heard Crystal ask Heather as Madison’s wails began to rise again.
“Tell you later,” Heather mouthed back. Then tapping me on the shoulder she said, “That’s enough, Ryan. She’s only thirteen.”
“But she’ll be fourteen before we get back,” I replied as if that was a good excuse to continue. But her mother had come to sit on the edge of the bed and was cradling Madison to her.
“There, there, Little One. You’ll be alright,” she consoled her youngest daughter.
“But I want more-e-e-e!” she cried. “So good!” Then she literally passed out, toppling over on her mom.
Thank goodness her mom was a doctor. She calmly checked her pulse and almost immediately Madison’s eyes began to flutter.
“You’re lucky we’re not at the clinic today. I am required to report any use of a deadly weapon,” Crystal said with a laugh. “What started this anyway? Did she tell you she wanted sex?”
“She just wanted Ryan to show her what he did to her sisters with his tongue. I think it was mostly a case of sibling rivalry,” Heather explained.
“Well, you all get dressed and come on down for lunch. Sandwiches okay?” Crystal asked.
“Lunch? What happened to breakfast?” I asked.
“You slept right through breakfast, bud!” Crystal supplied. “I’ll be glad to wake you next time if you want.”
I really didn’t appreciate her laugh.
“Ryan, I have to run to Dick’s for some athletic socks. Do you want me to pick you up some while I’m there?” Heather asked.
“That might be a good idea,” I said and pulled out my wallet and handed her a twenty.
Then turning to Madison, she asked her, “Would you like to go with me? I’m going to the one in the mall.”
“Can I?” she asked her mom. “I’ve still got your Visa card. I didn’t use it yesterday.”
We were all sitting around the kitchen table, finishing lunch. All except for the twins, who had gone over to their friends earlier this morning.
“Peyton?” Heather asked.
“I went yesterday, so I’m good,” she replied.
Further conversation was suddenly interrupted by Crystal’s smartphone ringing.
She listened for a long moment and then said, “Okay. Have them start prepping her and call Doctor Fairchild in anesthesiology to remind him about her gestational diabetes. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Crystal then excused herself, saying she had to go in to the clinic because Mrs. Carlotti’s water had finally broken. So Peyton and I were the only ones left.
“Ryan?” Peyton started. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I replied. I was busy looking up Townsend, Tennessee on my smartphone and not really paying attention.
“Well ... ah ... I decided to try out for cheerleader at school this fall, and ... when I talked to Tracy, who’s the captain, she said I had to pass the initiation test first.”
This got my attention. I automatically began wondering what they would make the poor girl do.
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