Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 5: Roxanne
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5: Roxanne - “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
My cell phone rang its obnoxious ringtone in my ear.
“Who could possibly be calling me this early on a Saturday morning?” I wondered as I picked it up.
“This better be good!” I said grouchily.
“Well! Good morning to you too!” her cheery voice said.
“Heather?” I asked.
“It’s Candice to you and I need your help. I’m supposed to shoot another scene this morning and I decided that my pussy needs you but I’m running late. Can you meet me there? And wear some jeans?” she asked.
“Uh ... sure!” I said. I’ll admit that sex with Heather was worth waking up early for almost any morning. “I’ll see you in an hour. Bye”
“You’re a doll! Ciao!”
Fifty-five minutes later I pulled into the parking lot with two boxes of doughnuts for the crew and two fruit cups for me and Heather.
I offered Jaun, the security guard a doughnut from the box and then headed towards Studio Eight. After dropping the remaining doughnuts on Tim’s desk, I made my way to Makeup #4. That’s where I found Heather, or Candice, since we were working, sitting in a chair having her makeup done. I handed her the fruit cup.
“Why thank you sweetheart. Can I introduce you to my friend, Roxanne? She’s going to be filming with us today.”
That’s when I noticed the girl in the other chair, also having some makeup applied. I couldn’t help it. I just stared. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I’m surprised I could even breathe. I finally let out an explosive breath and realized I hadn’t even been breathing!
I silently reached in my bag and handed Roxanne the final fruit cup. I didn’t care. I could eat later. Tonight, tomorrow, it didn’t matter! It may not have been love at first sight, but it was definitely lust at first sight. It took me a moment to realize that I was still staring at her ... panting.
“Roxy, this is ... my friend, I think. This is Ryan.”
“My pleasure, Sugar” her voice oozing honey when she spoke. “Thanks for the fruit cup. I was starving and didn’t have time to get anything.”
I think I was still panting because my ‘You’re welcome’ wouldn’t come out of my mouth.
“Ryan?” Candice said, concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I’m ... uh, fine. I think,” I replied haltingly.
Roxy looked at Candice who had a bemused expression on her face. “Is he going to be okay,” she asked as she smiled seductively at me.
“When he comes to his senses, he’ll do okay,” Candice assured her friend. Then to me she said, “We were supposed to shoot a girl-girl this morning, but Roxy has never shot a girl-boy, so I called Lorena early and she changed the scene to a girl-girl-boy. Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah!” was all I could say. But I was thinking “Hell Yes!” to myself.
“Just give him a minute. He’ll calm down,” Candice said to Roxy. “I can see why he’s so agitated. You are just gorgeous!”
And she was right because Roxanne looked amazingly like Margot Robbie in ‘Wolf of Wall Street’ to me.
“I’ll be right back,” Roxanne said as she stood. Then kissing me on the cheek, she sashayed out of the room.
“Ryan! What’s wrong with you?” Candice asked in alarm.
“I’ll be okay in a minute,” I said slowly.
“Well, get to it. I spent an hour on the phone last night telling Roxanne how young and inexperienced you were in this business, and then we get here this morning and all we hear is how great Ryan was yesterday. Hell, the girls were all going on about your marvelous tongue. What did you do?”
“I came by to learn a little more about how the shorts were made and ended up filling in for a guy who hurt his arm at the gym and couldn’t do the shoot. It was all Lorena’s idea.”
“They let you eat her out in a short?” she asked.
“Well, it ... it sorta turned into a long. Or whatever they call it,” I said sheepishly. “Almost ninety minutes. But we had to stop because they ran out of film or whatever.”
“Are you shittin’ me?” she cried. “Ninety minutes! That’s almost a feature!”
“Yeah. Lorena said they were going to release it as a couple of shorts and a combined special,” I explained.
“Who did you shoot it with?” she asked in an almost hostile tone.
“Her real name is Alexis. I don’t remember her porn name. It was just her second scene. Her first one didn’t turn out too well because some asshole hurt her intentionally.”
“Yes. We were very proud of Ryan. He not only saved the day when Rex injured his arm, he probably made Alexis’ career,” Lorena explained. I hadn’t heard her or Roxanne enter.
“Oh, my!” Roxanne said as she looked at me with just a slight bit of awe.
“Here,” she said holding out a shirt. “Change into this and get your makeup done.” ‘This’ turned out to be one of those ‘wifebeater’ undershirts. Then to the makeup girl she said, “Don’t bother with the suntan stuff. I kinda like the contrast.”
Lorena had me in that wifebeater undershirt and when I saw the girls in their daisy-dukes with their shirts tied under their boobs I almost had a coronary. But when I saw the set, I almost lost it. It was an old-time country bar, complete with a pool table, old wooden bar stools, a wooden floor and a replica jukebox in the corner.
“We can’t do this like this!” I cried. “We need more people!”
So I grabbed Wayne and Patricia (the makeup girl) and the guy that was helping Tim and the two girls that handled the few props and finally I grabbed Don and Lorena. That was because they were all wearing country bar type clothes. You know denim and flannel shirts.
“Here!” I told Don. “You’re now the bartender,” I said, placing him behind the bar. “And you. You’re now the barfly,” I told Lorena as I loosened the top three buttons on her shirt.
“Oh my!” she moaned. Then I put the two prop girls at a table to the side and Wayne with Tim’s helper at the other end of the bar.
Finally, I positioned Candice and Roxanne at the pool table, pretending to shoot pool.
The director just looked at Lorena and when she didn’t say anything, he shouted “Makeup!” Patricia promptly rose from her barstool and began applying pancake to everyone while Wayne told another grip where to stand with his boom mic.
“Okay everyone, here’s the story: I’ve just finished cutting hay and I’m hot and sweaty and need a tall, cold one. When Don hands me a bottle, I’ll take a long pull and then looking at the bottle, I’ll lick off the condensation with my tongue. Roxanne will be with Candice shooting pool and sees me tonguing the bottle and just stares at me.”
“Carolina, you’ll need to start behind the bar to Don’s left to get the shot,” Lorena interrupted. “Dale, be careful not to get in the shot.” Dale was the fill-in key grip with the boom mic.
“Good!” I said. “Then Roxanne comes over and grabs my hand and pulls me back to Candice and together they began to kiss and touch me and we’ll go from there. You all make low bar sounds, casual talk and such until you see me begin to eat Roxanne’s pussy on the table. From then on you can shout and whistle and cheer like a normal rowdy bunch of rednecks!”
“This sounds like fun!” Don said with a smile from behind the bar. “Does anyone else want to get in on this scene?” he asked. Another six members of the crew immediately came on the set and Lorena placed them about.
“We’ll need releases from everyone,” Lorena told the director.
Someone finally yelled “Ready on the set, and the director called for “Action” as I walked in.
“Cut!” Lorena called out immediately. “We need noises, people!” and everyone began whispered noises. “Good!”
“Action!” called the director again and I walked into a semi-crowded bar full of noise and began my part. By the time Roxanne had my hand leading me to the pool table, I had already pushed everything else to the back of my mind and only had eyes for her.
While I kissed Roxanne, Candice slipped the undershirt over my head, then I began kissing Candice while Roxanne attacked my jeans. I had left my shoes off because they didn’t go with the overall concept and I didn’t bring my boots. I untied each of the girls shirts and just let them hang open, showing off their wares.
Then lifting Roxanne up on the pool table I began kissing down her neck and following my now familiar trail to her shoulders, her underarm, the side of her breast. A brief stop at her navel and finally I was there.
Like an artist who has finished all the background work, I was now ready to apply the master strokes. I believed Roxanne was ready, but when she saw my tongue, I wasn’t so sure. She quickly grabbed my head and pulled me tightly against her pussy.
This wasn’t in the script! But Candice quietly pulled Carolina and her camera around the table and held the camera while Carolina climbed up, before passing it back. Now Carolina was right on top the action getting a great shot of my tongue as I worked over Roxanne’s pussy. Roxanne’s squirming about and moaning was actually helping to sell the shot.
“She’s a good little actress,” I thought to myself. Only, I found out later that it wasn’t acting.
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