Chapter 2

Now that the action was over, Megan seemed subdued.

“You want to tell me what that was about?” she asked Chuck.

“I’m so, so sorry, Megan” he said. He actually sounded sorry. “That’s never happened before. I like you, and you’re so hot I just couldn’t resist.”

“You couldn’t resist making me pregnant?” she hissed.

“It’s genetic,” said Bob. “I wouldn’t have been able to resist it, either.”

She looked at me. I held up both hands.

“I’m just the videographer. It’s true that you’re the hottest model who has ever graced these walls and if I wasn’t just the videographer then I’d kill to get a chance with you. I’m pretty sure I’d have a really tough time doing what you wanted him to do.”

“So, basically, all three of you want to fertilize one of my eggs and make my belly swell up,” she snorted. “Men!”

Chuck said, “Next time I promise I won’t do that.”

“Next time?”

“Bob has a ton of video ideas and I’d love to work with you again.”

“I just bet you would,” she snorted.

There was a somewhat awkward silence as Megan sipped her wine.

Chuck dressed, collected his payment, and left.

Bob sat next to Megan and said, “Look. I’m sorry things went off the rails today but I have to tell you; you’re one of the most exciting women I have ever seen. You’re a natural for porn. I know you didn’t expect the sex to happen, but you should realize that what you turned out will be worth a fortune. I’m going to pay you three times what we agreed on because you more than earned it. You can go buy yourself a Plan B pill and you won’t have to worry about the pregnancy thing.”

Megan looked up at Bob and with tears in her eyes said, “What about Roger? I didn’t mean to cheat on him. I lost control, too. What will I tell him?”

“Don’t tell him anything, yet. Wait until you can show him a bank balance with a hundred grand in it. That will calm him down.”

“I can make that kind of money?” she gasped.

“Easily, sweetheart.”

Bob gave her a wad of cash that would choke a horse. She took her pay and left. When we hadn’t heard from her in three weeks I figured she had opted out of the porn business.

Then one day, two months later, she breezed in and sat down.

“I am delighted to see you,” said Bob. “What’s up?”

“I found out my husband has been cheating on me with an intern at work,” she said, calmly.

“What did you do about that?” asked Bob.

“Nothing, yet. I’m going to divorce him, eventually, but I’ll need a good income before I do that. Is your offer still open?”

“Any time,” said Bob.

She was motivated by a number of things: revenge, money, and I think she just loved to fuck. She still had that innocent look, which was perfect for the early part of the videos she shot. But she could turn into a tigress, threatening to eat the men she was paired with. She did, in fact, look like she was eating a cock when she sucked it. Her only proviso was that the men who fucked her had to wear a condom for everything except the money shot. It looked like she was getting fucked bareback, but the male actor’s prick was only bare when he came. I’m not bragging, but I did some masterful cutting to make things look real.

She was an instant success. Her videos were crazy popular and made a ton of money.

She did a whole series with black guys, all of whom wanted to cum in her pussy, but she charmed the shit out of them. She’d swallow their cum, but she wouldn’t let it in her pussy.

The only odd thing was that, for the first month or so, she said she didn’t want to work with Chuck. Bob didn’t ask why. She was too valuable to annoy. She fucked two dozen guys, in every position and conceivable plot ideas, and all she was worried about was that her co-star wear a condom and that he not be Chuck. It was so puzzling that I eventually had to ask her about it.

We were on a break and I sat down beside her. I was used to her nudity now, but I always got stiff when I was near her.

“Can I ask you a question?” I said.

“Of course,” she said.

“What’s the deal with Chuck? Are you mad at him?”

“No. I have something special planned for Chuck.”

“Special?”

“I can’t tell you, yet. I need to make more money, first.”

I didn’t have any answers.

Another month went by and she made a ton of money. Then one day she came in and sat down.

“I have a project I want to do,” she said.

“I’ve got a whole lineup of projects for you already,” said Bob.

“We can do those, too, at least for a little while, but right now I want to do my project.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“I want you to document me getting pregnant, from start to when the baby comes out.”

“Fuck me,” said Bob. “I never thought about something like that.”

“It will have some kind of story line,” she said. “What sells the best?”

“Incest,” said Bob, immediately. We had done twenty or thirty videos in which she depicted some kind of incest plot and they had done very well.

“Okay, incest it is.”

“Who, exactly, do you want to ... um... get you pregnant?” asked Bob.

“On screen it will be Chuck,” she said. “No condom for him. In his money shots he’ll pull out, squirt once on my pussy lips and then go back in, like he did that first time.” She looked at Bob and then me. “Off screen you two will get a chance.”

“We two?” I croaked. “You mean ... me?” I think I sounded like a 13 year old boy just entering puberty.

“Yes,” she said calmly. “You three are special and only you three will be able to cum in me. One of you will get me pregnant. We won’t know who did it without a DNA test.” She blinked. “Unless it’s Jerome, of course.”

I’m Jerome. More on that later.

It was very quiet in the studio for thirty seconds or so.

“Well, fuck me to tears,” sighed Bob.

“You’ll get your chance,” said Megan. “Do you think Chuck will cooperate?”

Apparently she wasn’t worried about Bob and me, since we consistently had erections whenever she was acting.

“I’ll call him,” said Bob. “I’m pretty sure he’ll be interested.”

Chuck actually had some provisions; well, just one provision, really.

“What kind of support will you expect from the father in the future?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “I have enough money to take care of things myself.”

“Will it be possible for the father to ... um ... be involved in the baby’s life?”

“Of course,” she said. “Every child needs a father as he or she grows up. I won’t ask for any formal union, but I would welcome his participation.”

That was pretty much it. We three men didn’t talk about the fact that we would, for all intents and purposes, be competing to fill Megan’s womb. I think we just figured we’d ride the bucking bronco for as long as we could.

The plot Bob came up with was an uncle whose niece came to stay with him while her parents went to Europe. Chuck’s makeup could make him look older and if Megan was dressed right and her hair was right she could look young enough that the viewer could use his (or her) imagination to make her as young as maybe sixteen or seventeen. Her “actual” age was never brought up, to avoid issues with child pornography laws. Nor was it explained why an obviously fairly adult woman needed to be looked after. You’ve seen it before if you’ve ever watched porn. Plots don’t necessarily have to make sense. All they have to do is fire up the viewer’s imagination.

We shot it at Bob’s house, a nice place with a swimming pool and a back yard that had a thick row of evergreens of some kind around it. His house was on a three acre lot and his neighbors were far enough away they couldn’t hear anything. One thing Bob wanted was for the uncle character to have his name.

“I’m fronting the money for this and I have no idea whether it will sell or not. If nothing else, I’ll have my name on tape.”

“And a chance to fuck your baby in me,” said Megan, sweetly.

Bob’s house was the setting, and they used every room in it. The seduction was intentionally slow, with Megan arriving and hugging her “favorite” uncle. He observed how much she’d grown up and what a babe she was. Then she walked around in T shirts and panties, or a bikini, or just her underwear. She said, “I trust you, Uncle Bob. You’d never do anything to hurt me.”

Chuck managed to wrinkle up his face in a way that made it clear she shouldn’t trust him so much.

She started skinny dipping and lying out in the sun naked. Eventually she asked him to put sunscreen on her. His hands wandered and he ate her pussy. Then she sucked his dick.

They did oral in several parts of the house and then one night while she was splayed out on the couch, after he ate her, he moved up and slid his prick into her for the “first” time.

She objected, but didn’t try to push him off. He fucked her and she had orgasms (real ones, in fact) and then he said he was going to cum. She wailed that she was unprotected and that he had to pull out and not cum in her.

“Please don’t get me pregnant, Uncle Bob,” she whined.

“I’ll pull out,” he promised, panting for real.

Then came the money shot. Chuck did it perfectly, pulling out and aiming the first jet right in her open pussy mouth. Then he drove in and I got a great shot of his balls jumping and flexing as he seeded his “niece”.

Afterwards she castigated him for cumming in her and he apologized and said he couldn’t help it, blah, blah, blah.

She complained that he had taken her virginity and that now she wouldn’t be pure for her future husband, whoever he was going to be, blah, blah, blah.

The next scene was beside the pool, on a towel, after they swam together naked and necked in the pool. There had been talk in the pool about how the damage was done and the horse was out of the barn, blah, blah, blah. In this scene she was flat on her back and he put her ankles on his shoulders when he mounted her. Bob wanted a slo-mo shot of him sinking into her and it took me three tries to get what I wanted, which meant he actually had to fuck her in slow motion. Then I backed off while he fucked her for a while in that position. He was obviously going deep and again I wondered how in the hell she could take all of him. They changed positions several times, the staple of a porn video. When he mounted her doggy style she looked over her shoulder at him (at my camera) and spoke.

“You really shouldn’t be doing this, Uncle Bob,” she said. “This is incest, you know.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Chuck asked, stopping his fucking action.

Megan hesitated just the perfect amount of time and then said, “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” said Chuck. “You want this. I know you do.”

She looked over her shoulder at him.

“I’ve wanted this since I was twelve,” she teased.

“I have too, you little minx,” he said, as he continued to pound her.

Again she warned him that if he came in her he’d get her pregnant, and again he splashed one shot in her open pussy lips, said, “Fuuuuck, I can’t do it,” and plugged back in to intentionally breed his niece.

One of the things that was different about this video was that Megan and Chuck had this chemistry that was magical. In your normal porn flick there is no talking during the fucking. That’s for several reasons, but the primary one is that it’s actually hard for a male model to keep it up long enough to get all the shots the director wants. It isn’t that he cums too fast. Rather it’s that he’s distracted. There are lights, and people around, and things going on off stage, so to speak. It’s really difficult to keep an erection going when you’re not really involved with your partner on an emotional level. There is no chemistry between most couples who shoot porn. But Megan and Chuck could fuck and talk at the same time and Chuck never went soft. And whenever Megan whispered, “Cum in me, Chuck, make that baby” (softly and off microphone, of course) he could produce a good orgasm within thirty seconds. He knew she meant it and he wanted to breed her.

The rest of us did, too. After Chuck left for the day Bob would break out the wine. Megan was usually already nude and stayed that way. Then she’d tease Bob and he’d take her to the dressing room, where there was a bed, and fuck her so hard I was afraid the bed would collapse. She drove him crazy and he could never go for more than five minutes without blowing his load. He was a big, strong guy and when he was with Megan he had premature ejaculations. It bothered him, except she kissed him and thanked him and said things like, “Sperm is sperm. I think it’s cute that you get that excited. I like it.”

That’s where I came in. Bob would get up, woozy and staggering a bit, and get dressed. I had a key and said I’d lock up and he usually left, unless he had some editing to do. Then Megan and I used the bed.

The first time she saw my cock I was nervous, but she said, “Well color me astonished!” I asked her why and she said, “I had no idea you had a tool like that. How interesting. If I had known, I would have gotten you into some of those videos.”