Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 22: Lessons
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 22: Lessons - “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
Katie fixed me a salad before she disappeared to get a shower. After my lunch, I wandered down to the camp and found a seat in the Dining Hall next to Ray and my Dad.
Dad smiled at me and then asked, “Ryan, do you know who Ray’s brother-in-law is?”
“Uh-oh! I’d better tread carefully here,” I thought to myself.
When I didn’t answer immediately, Dad plowed right on.
“It’s Ben Nobles!”
“What?” I said acting surprised.
“Yeah. Ben was married to Martha’s sister, Mildred. We all sorta grew up together. The sad thing is that when Mildred passed away about ten years ago from the influenza, Ben came to me and told me he just didn’t have the heart for farming anymore and sold me his 2,600 acres so he could move out west with his sons,” Ray explained.
“So ... that’s how everyone here seems to know about the Nobles family,” I said. “Did you all know that I did porn shorts for one of his companies?”
“Not until Eric called looking for background information on you,” Roy said. “We watched those two boys grow up with my kids, and then they moved out west and we didn’t see them too much anymore. Then, a couple of weeks ago, Eric and Alyssa flew into town and spent the night with us and told us all about how you had impressed the hell out of ‘em at that there camp. He also told us about how his daughter was really taken with you.”
“Julie did make quite the impression on me as well,” I replied.
“Anyway, I was telling your Dad here that that was why we invited y’all out. We normally have our get-togethers on the holidays. But Martha and the girls decided we wanted to meet you and get to know you better.”
“I don’t quite know what to say,” I stammered. “I hope I haven’t disappointed you all.”
“As far as I can tell, you ain’t disappointed a soul. I’m plum sorry we kept it all secret, but I didn’t like puttin’ you on the spot, thinking we were all checking you out,” Ray continued. I noticed that his vocabulary had become a little more ‘relaxed’ the more he talked.
“Did Eric or Brad know about me being here?” I asked.
“Martha called them last week and invited them down, but Eric said that Alyssa wasn’t up to traveling and Julie had just gotten out of the hospital and was in rehab. Something about one of her legs.”
“Well, then you probably know that they offered me a contract to produce a feature for them this fall. As of right now, I’m not sure I’m going to do it,” I explained. “I’m supposed to let them know the first of the week.”
“Well, you can rest assured that if you take that contract, you’ll be well taken care of. The last I checked, Martha and me own about 15% of that company.”
Well, that did blow me away. Mr. McAllister, my cousin, not my grandfather, had just told me on Wednesday that AEI was worth $1.6 billion. If that was true, then Ray’s share was worth somewhere north of $240 million.
“By-the-way, we don’t share that info with too many folks that ain’t family,” Ray said. “But I figured that you ought to know.”
I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say.
“And another thing. If you’re around this bunch very long, you may discover that a few other folks have worked for those boys over the years. And no, your step-mom was not one of them!”
Ray was grinning now. He knew that he had just shocked the pants off me. I happened to glance at Dad and he had this look of relief on his face as well.
Just then, Heather came into the Dining Hall. I could tell she was looking for me.
“Ryan, if you’re free, we need you,” Heather said with a smile.
“Sounds like you’ve got somewhere else to be, son. We’ll talk some more later,” Ray told me. So I excused myself and followed Heather out the door.
She immediately began leading me back up the hill to the family house, and around the back to the Foreman’s cabin. I had an idea why, it was just a matter of figuring out who.
“It’s Hanna. She needs some of your attention,” Heather said before we walked in the door. Then she turned and headed back down the trail to the camp.
Hanna was perched on our bed without a stitch on. I smiled as I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
Hanna was Woody and Elaine’s eldest. She had just turned 17 and would be a senior this fall. According to what I had witnessed so far, Hanna was the oldest and most mature of all the grandkids. And the most developed. Long brown hair and soft brown eyes and a face that the magazines would love for their covers. She was tall with an athletic build and full ‘C’ cup breasts that seemed to crown her chest majestically. Her hips had begun developing and her sleek legs seemed to go on forever. A beautiful flower just about to blossom.
When she broke our kiss, I asked her what was going on.
“I saw what you did with Britney and with Caleen. And I wanted you to do that with me,” she started. “Only, I didn’t want an audience.”
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“I’m not a virgin, but I have only done it one time, with Tommy Everheart, last month, after prom. It wasn’t very good. He came in me in like thirty seconds, then had the gall to ask me if it was good for me, too.”
“Do your folks know?” I asked.
“Yeah. I went home and told my mom (Elaine) everything. She just held me as I cried. Then this morning, she came to me and said I should try it again, but this time with you,” Hanna admitted. “Then I asked Heather to help me.”
The whole time she was talking, I was holding her on my lap and running my fingers up and down her spine. I shifted her around a little and began to search for her top ten erogenous zones while I asked her about her previous experience.
It turns out that while Tommy Everheart had been a senior, he had no idea what he was doing. She had been thrilled that a senior had invited her and had envisioned dancing the night away and then losing her virginity romantically to an older guy.
Of course, it didn’t turn out that way. Tommy impatiently pulled her away before the dance ended, took her to his barn, then roughly stripped off her dress and took her over a haybale. He wasn’t mean, just immature, impatient, and regretfully, a typical adolescent male.
The longer Hanna talked, the more turned on she became. It wasn’t the tale she was telling, but the feel of my fingers and lips on her skin in so many sensitive places. She soon began stumbling over her sentences until she finally cried out in despair.
“I can’t do this!” she cried. “I can’t talk when you’re touching me like that!”
I just leaned over and sucked her enlarged nipple into my mouth and gently laved it with my tongue. She shivered erratically. I lay her down on the bed.
“Tell me your dreams about how a man will someday make love to you,” I challenged her.
“I can’t do that! I don’t know how to make love!” she cried.
“Then tell me what you like to feel from a guys touch.”
She was quiet for a moment as I held her hand and softly stroked her forearm. Finally, she spoke.
“I think I would like to feel his lips on my skin. On my neck, my ears, and my chin,” She whispered.
I did exactly as she had instructed, adding some deft touches to the sides of her breasts while I did.
Then, I moved my lips to her forehead and kissed her gently on her eyelids.
“That’s nice!” she said breathlessly.
Then I kissed down her chin to her lips as I moved my fingertips to the valley between her firm, teenaged breasts. She threw her arms around my head and hugged me to her tightly.
I pulled back, staring at her face as I waited for her to open her eyes. When she did, I stared into them, wishing for her to feel the love that I was feeling.
When she finally recognized what I was doing, I lowered my head and gently suckled on her perfect nipple, rolling it with my lips and then squeezing it to pull softly until it popped from my mouth. As she moaned, I switched to her other breast and repeated what I had done. This time, her moan came sooner and lasted longer.
She stifled a little twerp as I left her breasts and moved down between her wide-spread legs, then with my tongue, I began a paint-by-number picture on the outside edges of her vulva and the gash in her vagina slowly began to widen.
Hanna raised her head to study what I was doing and so I touched the tip of my nose with my tongue.
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” she cried out as I ran my tongue from her perineum slowly up the ever widening gash in her vagina, parting the sparse hairs as I went. When I reached her clit, she was vibrating. Heather had told me to never stop a good thing, and I was positive that Hanna was loving this, so I continued over and over as, in my mind, I thanked the instructors at porn camp for so diligently building my endurance.
Finally, I slid back up, stroked my cock and seated it in her temple of pleasure. Hanna stopped moaning mid-moan, raised her head to look at me and in a throaty whisper, “Oh ... Please!” just as I slipped it in.
I went neither fast or deep, instead, relishing the journey. Hanna was as tight as any virgin I had ever been with and I actually wondered about Tommy Everheart’s equipment.
All too soon, I was in her as far as she was capable of at this point, so I just continued using shallow thrusts and small pelvic rotations as her vagina began to stretch.
Most guys can’t tell when a girl orgasms, and being a porn actor had not, I discovered, helped me in that regard. However, I was probably a little better than normal detecting the subtle signs. The problem was that Hanna’s legs and toes stayed pointed straight up in the air almost the whole time. And the muscles in her legs as well as in her abs were also shaking the whole time.
I began to get worried as I slowly withdrew. Her eyes still closed and her moans barely a whisper.
“Hanna, Baby. Are you okay?” Elaine asked her eldest. I hadn’t heard her come in.
Hanna’s face cracked a wide smile, but she didn’t say anything.
“Hanna?” Elaine asked her again. “Talk to me. Do you need a doctor?”
“Only if he has as big a dick as Ryan’s...” she said softly and then turned over and curled into a fetal ball, the wide smile still on her face. She was snoring gently in less than a minute.
Elaine and I looked at each other, not sure what to do. I had my hand on my cock, moving it slowly up and down. I hadn’t cum yet.
Elaine grabbed my cock, lay down across the bed with her head on her daughter’s hip and her feet still on the floor as she dragged my cock into her waiting pussy. I was surprised when I felt it slip directly inside without fanfare.
“Do it!” she cried. “Fuck me now!”
I had been too hard, too long, to resist.
“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!” she cried. I hope she was referring to Hanna and not now. Because now I was just pounding the shit out of her pussy in order to cum.
We both lay exactly where we had started with Elaine on her sleeping daughters hip and me splayed out on top of her. When she grunted, I rolled off. I had exerted a tremendous amount of energy and I was wiped. I took back my praise for the stamina.
When Elaine pulled Hanna into her arms and began cooing in her ear, I headed for the shower. When I returned, the mother and daughter were talking merrily and I heard Elaine admonishing Hanna for leaving me hanging. But they both sounded happy, so I left them to it and headed for the house and something to eat. I was starved.
Heather and Denise had me a sandwich in no time and as I ate, they sat beside me.
“It’s still a couple of hours until supper,” Denise informed me. “But Heather said you would need something to eat.”
“Thanks.”
“I was telling Heather that Erin has asked me about being with you. She said she is the only one left of the older girls who has never made love. If you feel up to it later, she’d love to spend some time with you.”
“I don’t know what everyone’s plans are for tonight, but if it can be worked out, bring her to my room after supper,” I told Denise.
I sat at the dinner table talking to just about everyone as they came through the kitchen, until dinner was served. Martha and her helpers had prepared a couple of roasts, with mashed potatoes, and vegetables and salads. I ate again until I was so stuffed I could hardly move. Thankfully, I didn’t have a belt on to loosen.
Finally, Heather took my hand and led me back to the cottage. There were clean sheets on the bed, I noticed as I went to shower again. When I got out, Erin and her mother were there, talking to Heather.
“I want to thank you for taking the time to be with Erin tonight,” Denise told me. “She has talked about nothing else since you got here.”
“My pleasure,” I told them both.
Denise was married to Kenny, who had shown me around yesterday, and they lived in a house up on the ranch. He had an AG degree in Forestry and owned a lumber company locally.
They had three children, Erin, 16, and twin boys, Kevin and Kenny who were 12. If I counted correctly, there were a total of three sets of twins in the family, two sets of girls and one of boys.
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