The models were on hand for the big photo shooting, and Romo was glad that he'd be getting that chore out of the way at last. Fortunately, the agency had sent him some attractive models. They looked clean-cut, normal, self-confident; in short, they looked like everybody's favorite team of all-American girls and boys. Well, with a few hippie overtones, perhaps. They were almost perfect for a book on adolescent sexuality, in any case, and well worth the fifty bucks each that Romo had paid for their services.
There was something cool, almost jaded, about the oldest girl in the bunch. Her name was Martha, and she had big tits. 'The agency said there was going to be some lesbian stuff,' she said calmly. 'I told them I'd expect an extra fifteen dollars if I had to eat any of the other girls.'
Romo frowned. 'The agreement was for fifty bucks each, no conditions or questions asked.'
'I don't know,' she said. 'I always get paid extra for lesbian stuff.'
Romo shrugged. 'Trust me. I'll take it up with the agency in the morning.'
'Why should I trust you?'
He laughed. 'Good point. All right, sixty-five bucks for everyone. For that I'll expect all of you to do a damn good job.'
Mike, a seventeen-year-old boy with blond hair of medium length, asked whether they should undress. Romo nodded, and the boy stripped quickly. Romo smiled appreciatively when he saw that the boy had a cock of average size. He didn't want any eleven-inches today; the book was supposed to be convincing. Like a genuine documentary. Big cocks, size-E boobies, and whatnot were the exact opposite of what he needed for the book.
'I didn't get your name,' Romo saw as he turned to face a redhead of about fifteen. She was lean, almost skinny, and her freckles went nicely with her carrot-colored hair.
'Lillian,' she said simply.
'Lillian what?'
'Just Lillian.' She smiled. 'Isn't that enough?'
There was another boy, a junior in high school named Edgar Schmutz. He was dark, olive-toned, and very sure of himself. He looked like the typical class president type. He was just fine.
'And you?' Romo eyed a pretty brunette, a girl of sixteen or so with a slender figure and a worried-looking face. Her hair was tied in long braids… Did she always wear it that way, or was it braided for a sort of Lolita effect? The girl smiled nervously, then looked away. 'Well?' Romo was becoming impatient.
'I'm Tess,' she said. Tess! What a great name! Shades of Thomas Hardy, Romo thought.
'You seem nervous,' he told her matter-of-factly.
She blushed. 'I guess I am.'
'Why?'
'I've-' She fidgeted. 'I haven't done anything like this before,' she confessed.
Romo felt a momentary surge of anger-was the agency trying to fuck him up, or what? But the sudden look of fear on the girl's face made his heart melt. 'Look,' he said. 'There's nothing to worry about.' God, he hoped she wasn't a virgin. 'You aren't cherry, are you?'
She blushed. 'No.'
'Good.' Romo was relieved. 'I don't want you to be nervous. You don't have to do anything here that you wouldn't do in real life. Except for a bit of,… ' He grinned. 'Come to think of it, you may learn a few things today. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. Lesbianism, blow jobs, rectal intercourse… I may ask you to try all of those. Are you game?'
'Yes,' she said with a barely audible voice.
'Fine. Take your places, everyone. Martha? You've got nice tits. Stand in front of Mike and let him play with them for a while. I want those nipples nice and hard. Edgar? Stand behind Lillian with your cock pressed against her ass. Tess? Over there with… hell, you don't have a partner.' He grinned. 'Well, just sort of stand around and we'll see where we can work you in. Places, everyone. Start feeling each other up. Tess, you can masturbate a little-finger on clit, that's right. Okay, gang. The shooting begins right… NOW!'
Romo began snapping pictures rapidly with one of several Hasseiblad cameras. The camera had a 70-mm film magazine which allowed him to take several dozen photos without changing rolls. He moved close to Martha and got a good shot of Mike's hands on her swollen breasts; next he dropped to his knees in front of Lillian and gave directions to Edgar as he focused for a shot of the boy's prick sliding through the redhead's thighs to rest in her shaven snatch. 'You look great, Lillian,' he said enthusiastically. 'Just like a wholesome, nervous, Midwestern virgin.' He got a great shot of her parted pussy lips then moved to one side to get a profile of Edgar's stiff cock as the boy pulled back far enough to reveal several inches of meat between his groin and Lillian's light-pressed thighs.
'Tess.' He said the name simply, quietly, as he approached the girl, who was jerking off self-consciously and without much pleasure. 'Take it easy,' he told her. 'Steady with that hand. Don't pull at yourself… Hell, haven't you played with yourself before?' He shook his head, smiling indulgently. 'Here let me show you…' Romo took her fingers in his own and guided the middle fingertip to her clit. 'Open your thighs a little more,' he suggested. 'Fine. Now, move your finger up and down like this-' He guided it in a gentle, stroking motion, 'And keep it up while I snap a few pictures.' Romo dropped to his knees and aimed the lens at her crotch. 'Okay, now. Stick the index and middle fingers of your other hand-your left hand; this time-into your cunt while you continue to stroke your clitoris. Don't balk, damn it. Do it! Ah, that's right. You're doing just fine. It's starting to glisten a little; that's a good sign. Keep it up now. Legs a little wider so I can get a good shot… ' He snapped three pictures of her self-administered finger fucking, then patted her on the thigh and stepped back to direct the next scene.
'Martha? Go over to Lillian. Lillian? I want you to lie on the floor with your legs well apart and your knees up high. Martha, get down on all fours and stick your face into her pussy… Hurry up, goddamn it, you got your sixty- five dollars… Lillian? Try to look more interested. There, that's fine. Mike? Kneel over Lillian. Lillian, suck on his balls. Harder. That's better… Mike, try to look more excited. I want to see a good hard-on. Reach down and grasp your cock with your right hand… Perfect. Start jerking off now; I want to get a couple of pictures when you squirt your load all over Lillian's chest and belly and Martha too; maybe you could get some of it on her hair… '
The threesome on the floor became more and more excited as the scene progressed. Good, Romo thought as he shot picture after picture. He glanced at Edgar, who was standing about six feet from Tess, his cock standing in as firm a stiff-on as any pornographer could desire. Tess was eyeing the cock nervously as if she knew that she might be called upon to take it into her snatch at any moment. Well, he wouldn't ask that of her-not yet. But he did want a few good blow-job shots.
'Tess.' He spoke sharply.
'Yes!' she asked nervously, averting her gaze from the cock.
'I want you to give Edgar a few good laps,' Romo said calmly, trying not to make the girl any more nervous than she was already.
'Laps?' She seemed confused.
'With your tongue. You know-kneel in front of him, grasp the cock in your right hand, and let the tip of your tongue play along with the underside of Edgar's hard-on. You don't have to take it into your mouth-not this time anyway. Just lick it a little; get it nice and shiny so I can take a few photos before we move on to other things.'
Tess awkwardly moved toward Edgar, afraid to look him in the eye. She took a deep breath, dropped to her knees, and reached upward with a trembling hand. There was a brief pause, and then she gingerly seized the base of Edgar's prick in three fingers.
'Okay,' she said.
Romo glanced at Martha and Lillian, who had shifted positions and were preparing for a sixty-nine scene while Mike apparently got ready to fuck one of them from behind. 'Hurry,' he said to Tess. 'Start licking him. I want to get this over with-fast!'
Nervously, almost fearfully, Tess did as she was told. She opened her mouth, licked her lips, then extended her tongue so that its tip barely grazed the cleft on the underside of Edgar's swollen cock head. Edgar closed his eyes and sighed; Romo, his own cock stiff and dribbling, took pictures as rapidly as he could. He nodded approvingly as Tess lapped her way along the half-foot or so of Edgar's prick; the hard flesh was glistening now, shining with spittle and premature oozings of come. 'Perfect,' Romo said softly, rapidly working the shutter
