A Young Girl's Confession

I was in the backseat of my parents' car as we drove up to the house. We parked in the driveway and walked up to the front door. We were greeted by an adult man in his late twenties. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, despite the fact that it was quite cold outside. When he invited us inside the house, I understood why. The heater was on, making the house nice and toasty. It made me feel uncomfortable in my winter gear, but fortunately, I wouldn't be wearing them for much longer.

My parents and the man talked back and forth for a little while, and I was handed a drink to calm my nerves, not that I needed calming. It was a hot drink that tasted like mint and citrus. I wouldn't say that it was good, but it warmed me up even further. My coat and thick leggings were starting to feel uncomfortable, and I started to squirm around on the couch, eager to take it all off.

They came to an agreement, and my dad shook the man's hand and got handed a sizable wad of bills. He counted them out real quick, and then rolled it all up and stuffed it in his pocket. They came over to me and my mom kissed me on the forehead and told me how she admired my courage and willingness to help the family. They left, and the man nodded at me towards the hallway. He shepherded me to a room that was dominated by a double bed. There was little else in the room worth noting, except for the video camera sitting on the table across from the bed. Sitting on the bed was a young boy around ten years old - about my age - completely naked and his hand clenching his peen, jerking himself off to maintain his erection. He looked rather fit; his stomach bore slightly defined abs, and he had the unmistakable tan lines from his waist to his upper thighs. He looked up as we walked in, and on seeing me, he got this huge eager grin on his face, and his hand jerked up and down the length of his boy thing even faster.

With the cue from the man, I pulled off my clothes and tossed them down on the floor. I could feel the warm air from the heater on more and more of my body, encouraging me to take off the rest. I kicked off my underwear, and I stood there between the two as they admired my body. I was thin, but not fit like the boy was. My stomach rounded slightly, and my chest was just starting to develop.

The man instructed our movements as he set up the camera. He had us stand next to the bed, within inches of each other, facing him as he started recording. He looked up and down our naked bodies with the camera. He had the boy put his arm around me, pulling us even closer. He had a nice, firm body, with a little bit of softness so he was pleasing to the touch. The boy turned to plant a kiss firmly on my lips. His free hand moved down between my legs and prodded at my girl parts. I was taken back by the sudden kiss, but I quickly rolled with it. I guess they wanted to do a "romance" film today. Besides, I kind of enjoyed the feeling of his lips against mine, and his tongue sneaking its way between our lips was exciting.

Despite the soothing effect of the drink, I found my heart racing and the blood rushing to my face. His fingers prodded at all the right spots between my legs, and I started to find it difficult to stand. I gently held his dick in my hand and stroked it to keep him erect, though it looked like he didn't have much trouble managing that on his own. He was a good four or five inches long; miniscule compared to the size of adults, but a decent enough size for me. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.

Now that my body was in the mood, my pussy lips swollen with blood from arousal and stimulation, I crawled onto the bed. It was large enough that I could spread my arms and legs far apart from the center and not touch the edges. I rested my head on the pillows with my legs spread far apart for both of them to get a perfect view of my girlhood. The boy climbed onto the bed after me, a bottle of lube in his hands that the man handed him. He popped the cap off and gently squeezed a few drops of the stuff into his hand. He rubbed it all over his dick, turning to face the camera as he did so. I noticed he also smeared it over his balls; that stuff heated up after a while, so I guess it felt very good to him.

With another glob, he applied the lube to my insides as well. His fingers thrust in and out of my tight pink hole, pushing against every possible last inch of my muscles to spread the lube around. It felt weird and gooey, and in almost no time it all I could feel it start to heat up. I needed to feel the boy inside me and satisfy the urge I felt ever since I left the house.

He set aside the bottle and loomed over me, guiding his dick to my entrance. He rubbed the head against my lips and pushed it inside. The lube was some impressive stuff, as he was able to push all the way inside me in less than a second without any effort. Our bodies were as close as they could possibly be. His chest pressed against mine, and his arms were wrapped around my back. He leaned in to kiss me on the lips again.

This was honestly my most favorite part of the filming. I could feel his dick inside me, stiff and throbbing with every beat of his heart. His legs were spread out and folded to brace himself against the bed, and my legs rested on top of them, coiling around the small of his back. I could see just under his elbow the man filming us, the eye of the camera pointing directly at me. With the huge smile on my face, I must have been beaming as bright as the sun.

The boy started thrusting into me, and I returned my attention to him. I didn't really have to do much except lay there and enjoy the act. I could feel his dick sliding back and forth inside me, pulling almost all the way out before pushing right back in. He was uncut - that is to say the skin over the head of his penis was not cut off - so when he pushed into me, it pulled back into a ribbed bundle around the "neck". This rubbed against the sensitive "roof" of my insides, causing me to gasp with delight and thrust up to prematurely meet his hips.

I could feel the familiar heat building up between my legs, the heat that made my insides squirm and my heart race. It was an intoxicating feeling, and the part that I always looked forward to. The boy started thrusting faster into me, feeling the burning in his loins as well. The man disconnected the camera from the tripod and moved closer to us with it to catch what he called the "money shot". I looked up at the camera, my face twitching and my eyelids closing as I neared my orgasm. The boy's face drooped as well. In the heat of the moment, and partially because this was a "romance" film, I wrapped my arm around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. This time, we held it all the way to the very end. The boy breathed through his nose as we wrestled our tongues together. His hips pounded against me hard enough that I could hear a faint wet slapping from between our legs. I was so close to the edge, I was not going to let the boy stop for anything.

My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. My body tensed up and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I felt like I was floating on a turbulent wave, conscious but at the same time not. It was difficult to describe what exactly an orgasm feels like if you haven't had it, but it was the best feeling in the world, and I was utterly addicted to the feeling. The boy's constant thrusting into me held me in that state for a minute further, the bliss slowly fading away, slipping frustratingly out of my reach. I guess that was a good thing, otherwise I would just lie there in constant orgasm until I starved to death.

A minute or two later, the boy hit his orgasm. He went completely stiff on top of me and leaned into the kiss. His hands moved up and down my body briefly. I could feel his dick throbbing and shooting his warm, sticky sperm inside me. It was a strange feeling, but one that I enjoyed. He moaned into our orgasmic kiss from the strain he no doubt felt. My vaginal muscles had a tight grip on him, though I had no control over them. My body clearly wanted to keep him inside me just as much as I did.

The throbbing faded away, and the boy's spastic thrusting died down. We broke the kiss and he rolled off to my side. The man held the camera over us as we cuddled together in the afterglow. Most of the boys I had sex with didn't like cuddling, but I did, maybe because I like to imagine having a lover or husband.

After a few minutes of cuddling, the boy broke away and, with the command of the man, scooted away from me. I looked up at the man to see him undressing in a hurry, all the while trying to hold the camera steady. He dropped his underwear to the floor to reveal his fully erect dick. The foreskin wasn't long enough to fully cover the head, and the tip was drooling precum. He was really aroused from watching the boy and I go at it.

The man applied some lube to his dick one-handed until it was glistening all over, then he climbed up onto the bed with us. My legs were already spread apart for him, anticipating his next actions. Being a fully grown man, he was quite a bit bigger than the boy. He was not only a few inches longer, but his dick was nearly twice as thick.

He wasted no time getting started. He moved between my legs and shoved his cock into my pussy, which was still slightly gaping from my time with the boy. Even though we were both lubed up, he was still amazingly thick and applied a bit of strength into the push to push in. The swollen head spread out the deepest part of my insides. It was a tight fit; a bit painful, but so amazing. I almost came from the insertion alone.

The man had a wide grin on his face as he fucked me. The camera was pointed at my chest; from what I've seen of his camerawork in films like this, the camera could see both my face and my pussy as he pounded into it. POV films, as these were called, were apparently very popular with his clients, as they could imagine having sex with me while they jerked themselves. The man was being so rough with me, I actually cried out in shock when he picked up the pace. I could feel his head hammering against my cervix over and over again. The shock stole my breath, but I loved the feeling.

The boy to my side jerked himself off while he watched us. Despite having his orgasm only a few minutes before, he was already erect again. A lot of the boys were like that; the older men, for whatever reason, couldn't bounce back as fast. He stayed to the side, however, watching on and seemingly trying to stay out of the frame.

My crotch was burning up for a while now, but I flexed my Kegel muscles - those muscles in your butt - to hold back my orgasm. The man huffed like a bull over me, thrusting harder as I suspected he was nearing his orgasm. His thrusting became more frantic, even moreso than the boy's. I allowed myself to relax and let my orgasm build up unrestricted and rock my body. I was instructed when I first started this to not let myself get too far ahead of my partners, at least when it came to one-on-one. Despite it being so soon since my last one, this orgasm was just as powerful and intense. I stared up at the eye of the camera with blurred vision, my chest heaving with every breath I took. My debauchery and depravity was on full display for my audience to see, and I could only imagine how many of them paced themselves to blow at the same time I did.

The man groaned through gritted teeth as he fired his load of cum into my young quivering pussy. His spastic thrusting, however, didn't stop. He tensed up briefly before thrusting violently several times into me in rapid succession before tensing up again. The enormous ridged head of his cock brushed back and forth against the sensitive part of my insides. My crotched burned with such intensity, I was afraid for a moment that I might lose control of my bladder and accidentally pee all over his lap. He kept doing this several more times until his dick finally came to rest against my cervix, still pumping his jizz inside me. He had a far greater volume than the boy did, and it felt a bit gooier and stickier than his.

With a loud squelching noise, the man pulled out of me. His sperm as well as the boy's oozed out of me onto the bed. He kept the camera fixated on me, and to give the viewers a final show, I spread my legs far apart and used my fingers to spread my pussy lips, revealing my pink creampie overflowing with their sperm. For a bit of "extra credit", I dipped a finger into my folds and licked the sperm that oozed over the digit. It was a bitter and salty taste, but one I learned to like over time.

With that, the man turned off the camera and complimented me and the boy for our performance. He didn't even bother to put his clothes back on as he left the room. The boy and I spent a moment or two cuddling before we got up to go clean ourselves up in the shower.

My parents came back for me half an hour later. As they did before they left, my mom hugged me and told me how proud she was of me and how much she envied my bravery, while my dad talked with the man and exchanged another wad of bills. I looked back at the hallway as we left, seeing the boy there, dressed in a bathrobe and waving at me with a small grin on his face. I smiled back.

So how did this all begin, I bet you're asking. It all started a few years ago when I was seven. My dad's job shut down and he got laid off; he said something about losing his pen shin, too, whatever that is. Well, a friend from his work came to him about making some kind of "special movie" for money. He suggested that I do it, and my dad, desperate for the money, reluctantly agreed. I was curious my first time, brought to a strange house and left with a group of strangers. That was my first time having sex. It was a bit scary at first, but when I experienced my first orgasm, I was an instant addict. I never felt anything so wonderful before, and I was willing to do almost anything to feel it again.

I remember when they dropped me off the first time, my mom was in tears about her little girl being "ruined". I don't know what she was talking about - and she refuses to acknowledge that I do this - because I never felt better in my life once we were through. I was exhausted, sure, but I had a blast.

Eventually, my dad was able to find another job, and we climbed out of the hole of debt, but I didn't stop. We continued to get a lot of money for the movies I made with the man, so long as I kept silent about anything and everything that happened in the house. I got to have sex repeatedly, something that not many children my age got to do. I had sex of all kinds; sometimes with women, sometimes with multiple guys. I've even done double penetration, where one guy is in your pussy and the other is in your ass at the same time. As gross as that is, I actually really like it the most.

I was told early on that most people didn't really like the idea of children having sex. I don't know why; the people I film with all love it. I get a lot of money to have sex on camera, but I mainly continue to do it because I love it, too. One thing I haven't been able to do yet, though, is have sex with my dad. He gave me the opportunity to have sex, and of course I love him very much, but he has so far turned me down, saying how it wouldn't be right. I think he's bluffing, though. Recently he started sticking around during the filming, and I've noticed him watching me intently, a distinct bulge appearing in his pants. I have to be patient. It's only a matter of time...