Julie walked into the bedroom from the en-suite with just a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Droplets of water still glistened on her skin from the wonderful shower she had just taken. What a day it had been! First the making of the three movies at the farm which had been quite tiring, especially the last one when she had been tied down and 'raped' by all of the men! She was amazed she showed no effects from that film, apart from some red marks on her backside from the pounding it had received, a couple of bruises on her thigh and arm where one of the actors had got a bit carried away, and a slight redness around her vagina from the friction of the men's pubic hair on her bare pussy. The cream Don had suppled her really did work wonders. In spite of the use the men had had of her vagina and anus, they were neither sore nor bruised after she had rubbed the ointment into her tender skin. In fact, the mixture seemed to keep her aroused and tingling almost all the time.

She looked around her new bedroom. This is fantastic! she thought seeing the large mirrored walls on two sides, the huge king-sized bed on a platform in the centre of the large room, the en-suite she had just come from and the walk-in robe; and felt the lush pile carpet beneath her bare feet. Air conditioning kept the whole mansion at a constant, pleasant temperature, quite comfortable to be nude in. Her mother hadn't been too happy when Don had told her he wanted Julie to move into his home with him and Pete - until she saw the wad of notes in Don's hand and was told she would receive this amount each month that Julie was with him. Then she had no objections at all and actually offered to pack Julie's things! Don had told her that that was unnecessary as he had bought new things for her already at Julie's new home.

The nine-year-old was glad to leave her home and to move into Don's place, which was a luxurious mansion set in a huge, private estate, in spite of the improved relationship she had been developing with her street-walker mother since starting the movies. She knew her new home had been bought with the money the man made from making and distributing pornographic movies with children in them; but, because she was to be the new star in many of these movies, it didn't bother her at all. Don treated her kindly and was quite taken with her. The fact she would share this house with Don and with her new friend (and probably a real lover as well as co-star, she thought and shivered deliciously) Peter, made the move out of her mother's house even more attractive.

Julie wandered naked into the walk-in robe, catching her reflection in the mirrored wall at the bed-end side of the room. She paused to look at herself, her eyes wandering critically over her nakedness. She put her hands on her chest, feeling the slightest swelling where her breasts would one day be. She squeezed herself, trying to imagine what that was going to feel like, two rounded breasts jiggling and protruding from her body. She hoped they would be nicely full, like her mother's. Men seemed to like them like that, not too small and not too big. Her nipples were stiff and pointed and she knew men liked them like her's were. They were pink and quite large, conical little mounds on her flat chest. They were going to look beautiful, she thought, perched on the tips of full breasts. They stiffened at the slightest touch and she knew the men in the movies with her liked it when that happened. They probably wouldn't like her as much sexually if she had breasts, though, she realised. She let her hands run down her slim body, over her tight tummy, her smooth and bare pubic mound and down between her legs, into the hot moistness that seemed to be always ready for touching and for sex. Even her own fingers brought her instant pleasure as they trailed over herself down there. She slid them around her lower hips and up over her firm, still boyish buttocks. She was pretty pleased with the way she looked and felt, she realised. And all of the men who had been in the movies with her had liked it as well! Her body trembled at the remembered erections, touches, fuckings she had had so far. She was really looking forward to more.

She dragged her eyes away from her reflection and went into the robe. It was like a small room, hung either side with all sorts of clothing and costumes, all for her. Don had told her to put on something 'simple' after her shower.

They had arrived here late last night by the time they had got unpacked from the day's filming and then gone to let her mother know her new living arrangements. Julie had been exhausted and had only had a brief look around the part of the mansion she was going to be in before crashing out. Fortunately, Don and Pete were also exhausted from the day's events and had let her be alone in her bed and had gone to their room. Julie had stripped off and climbed under the sheet. The next thing she knew was she had been woken up by a man opening her curtains and, when she asked in surprise who he was, he had told her he was the butler, James, and he put a tray of breakfast on her bedside table, bid her good morning, and left without so much as a glance at her nude upper body showing above the sheets. She had tucked into the meal, realising she was so hungry after her good sleep. There was a note on the tray from Don telling her he and Peter had to go in to town for a couple of hours and had left earlier. She was to have a restful morning then come down to the lounge room area around lunch time; and to wear 'something simple'. He had shown her the wardrobe before she had gone to bed and she remembered where the lounge room was, so she had finished her meal and had her shower.

Now, standing in the robe, she realised how much Don had prepared for her. Even though most of the clothing was quite provocative, filmy material, short in length, most of it erotic and suggestive, it was all very expensive. 'I could get used to this life-style very quickly,' she said to herself as she flicked through the rack of shifts and dresses. A pale yellow dress caught her eye and she took it out. Her breathing quickened as she held it against her nude form. The material was like silk as it brushed across her nipples and pubic mound, cool and soft against her skin. It just covered her, she realised, turning towards the full length mirror on the wall of the alcove. It had ultra-thin straps at the shoulders and hung with just a gentle curve inwards at her waist and a short, flared skirt from her hips. Just right, she thought. Peter will like this. She bent down to look through the underwear section, conscious of her bare bottom exposed out towards her bedroom. If anyone walked into the room now, they'd certainly get an eyefull! Her gaze scanned the hanging underwear. There were no bras (or trainer bras), and the panties were either flared leg satin or silk drawers, or flimsy bikini style, several net thongs and some teddys. She saw a colour matching her dress and she took it out. It was a tiny pair of bikini panties made from an elasticised net. The mesh stretched to make quite large holes between the strands - large enough for her flesh to bulge through it. Julie felt herself tingling as she imagined the garment cupping her sex - each time she moved she would probably be squeezed by the movement of the mesh against her, she thought.

Putting the dress over the rack, the young girl stepped into the bikini pants and pulled them up. Then she looked at herself in the mirror and blushed. She looked even more naked wearing them, she realized, her bare body still glistening from her shower. Her nipples had stiffened and the shadows from the lights made them look larger. Her navel was shadowed on her gently curved belly and her mons veneris jutted out encased in the cup of the bikinis. It was more sexy than having nothing on, she thought, staring at the sight of her girlhood peeking through the net in little pale bulges. Her slit was quite visible in the centre of the V, her labia pulled apart by the stretch of the material and her inner flesh showing red against the pale yellow mesh. Wow! she breathed. She felt quite trembly and reached for the dress, slipping the cool silken material over her head. It shimmied down her body with a whisper. She gazed at her reflection. She could hardly believe it was her in the mirror. The outfit made her look taller and more shapely than she had ever looked before. The short skirt only just covered her pubes making her legs look so much longer, the pale colour also highlighting her honey-gold tan. Her nipples showed clearly against the soft silk and, when she moved, even her navel indent was visible, as was the outline of her panties. Even she thought she looked sexy, so goodness knows what effect she'll have on Peter and Don. Maybe she was dressed too sexily, she wondered nervously. Maybe they won't expect her to appear like this.

But that's why they wanted her here, she argued with her doubts. That was why Don had bought her all of these things. She was going to be their 'Star', their personal love-toy. She had no illusions about that. They would be more than happy when they saw her dressed like this. They would know that she had accepted whatever role they desired to designate for her, not only in the movies, but in their lives together. And she would enjoy any! Feeling much more positive (and definitely sexy), Julie gave her drying hair a quick brush then, barefoot, went downstairs.

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"Whoo-eee! Boy!!! You look great!!" Peter jumped up as Julie came out onto the patio where Don and his young lover were having lunch. The film-maker stood up and smiled in appreciation as she came over.

"You certainly do," Don said as he took her hand and guided her to a chair. "Did I do a good job in clothing selection?" he asked her. Julie saw he was wearing a pair of running shorts and a singlet. He really did have a nice, muscly body, she realised, seeing him without the customary tracksuit he had worn each time she had seen him previously. She had forgotten how good he looked...it seemed so long ago when they had shared that shower on her first day and she had rubbed him until he came, then he had rubbed his special cream into her pussy to ease its tenderness. It was only last weekend! Wow! She found it so hard to believe with the things she had done since then. Her eyes automatically dropped to the front of Don's shorts, remembering his beautiful penis. She could make out its shape beneath the material and she felt herself tingling in her tiny panties.

"The clothes are terrific," Julie told him. "Rude...but terrific!" They all laughed. James appeared and set a selection of lunch things on the table for her, then withdrew back inside the mansion. Julie looked around in awe.

They were sitting on a patio that came out from the lounge room. Below it, lawn stretched for several hundred yards to a distant woodland. Off to their left was a large pool with a spa and even its own waterfall. It was surrounded by lush vegetation, lanterns, deck chairs and folded umbrellas.

"This place is awesome!" she said as she helped herself to meat and salad, her eyes taking in everything she could see. "I can't believe I'm going to live here!"

"You keep going the way you are, sweetheart, and you'll have this sort of luxury all your life," Don told her. "This is 'Star' rewards."

Peter finished his drink and smiled at her. "You'd better get used to it," he said. "You'll start earning big money, living here with Don. I earn heaps with extra things, don't I Don?" She looked at him questioningly. "You know. Private parties, spending nights with clients, doing 'special' things for rich people. That sort of thing," the boy said as though it was the most natural thing and something she should already know.

Julie realised it was no different to what she did in the movies and, if it earned her extra, she'd have no problem with it.

"Come on. Eat up and I've got a surprise for you both," Don said. He stood up. "Do you realise its almost one o'clock?" He looked at Julie. "We must have worn you out yesterday. You'll have to get used to that, though. To earn enough money for all this," he waved his hand expansively,"you have to work long and hard. Even the stars!" He looked at Pete. "When you finish, bring Julie over to the gym, buddy. The surprise I've been promising you is over there." The man winked and turned around and left them.

"What's the surprise?" Julie asked Peter, finishing off her toast.

"Could be anything," her friend laughed. "I only have to say I like something, or I want something, and Don gets it for me." He pushed his plate away and leaned back in his chair in the morning sunlight.

"Sounds okay," Julie commented, also pushing her plate away. She looked at Peter. He was wearing a bikini similar to her own, but that was all he wore. His tanned body was slender and smooth and Julie felt herself trembling at the sight of him. He stood up and Julie saw the pouch was made of the same elasticised netting as her panties and Pete's genitals pushed against the mesh, squares of his penis and testes bulging out through the stretched material and looking very, very erotic. His bikinis were black and his flesh gleamed palely in contrast. The boy rubbed himself unself-consciously, his gaze looking at movement in the pool area.

Tearing her eyes away from him, Julie followed his gaze. She noticed a group of people at the pool. "Who are they?" she asked, stretching up to see better.

"They live in that wing over there," Peter replied, pointing towards the far wing of the mansion. "They are past stars and lovers of Don. They can live for however long they want at the mansion, but stay over in that area. Don only has lovers up to about twelve or thirteen, then he gets younger ones...like you and me. We could end up over there if we wanted to."

Julie looked at him in surprise. Her young friend didn't seem at all perturbed by what he had just said. It didn't seem to worry him that he was going to be discarded by Don in a couple more years at the most. Peter felt her stare and smiled at her.

"Hey! I don't mind. There's some great people over there and really sexy - I mean, they've all done movies and stuff ever since they were little so they are very easy going. I sometimes go over just for the hell of it. It doesn't bother me that Don will soon send me away from him. I knew that when I came to live with him. Its just part of the whole thing. Don only gets it off with young kids, usually boys, so you can count yourself lucky on that part - I mean, that he likes you - and you finish when you get too old for him. No great hassle."

She thought about it for a moment before responding. "I guess I'll grow to see it like that," she began. "But I sort of thought of Don being like my pa or something." She blushed. "I guess that's a bit silly."

"No way, Jules. I thought that to start, too. But Don's a film-maker and a kid lover. He doesn't want to be our dad or anything. He wants us for sex. Period. I mean, he's a great guy and he'll give us anything we want, but we are lovers, not off-spring." Peter leaned forward and smiled at Julie, then got up and walked around the table to her. Her eyes travelled over his near-nude body, fixing on the bulging pouch between his legs, his penis clearly visible through the mesh, cradled within the small triangle. He stopped beside her and her head was level with the object of her attention. She could tell that Pete's penis was semi-erect by the way it bent beneath the elastic mesh and she had an urge to free it from its confines; but Pete didn't give her the chance. He took her hand and tugged her up.

"Lets go and see what the surprise is," he said. Julie had no choice but to follow as he led her down some steps from the patio and towards the opposite wing they had been looking at. "The gym is over this way," he explained as they walked side by side across the large expanse of lawn. The mansion, in spite of its immense size, was bright and cheerful looking set amongst its spacious grounds. Peter led the way towards a glass sliding door near the end of the building.

"Wow!" Julie exclaimed as they entered. The gymnasium was fully equipped with all manner of exercising machines. It had a full window wall at the end which overlooked a sunken indoor pool area. They walked through the gymnasium and down some steps into the pool area. Julie could tell from the humidity it was a heated pool, not as large as the pool outside, but large enough to swim and play in. There was a spa in one corner, raised up to the level of the gymnasium; and the girl could see doors that led to change rooms and toilets and a sauna on the far wall. Glancing around, Peter led her to a door in the other wall. The sign on the door said 'Massage'. She smelt the sweet smell of aromatic oils as they walked through into the room.

"Aaah! Good!" Don greeted them as they entered. With him was a large, bald headed man. There was a cloth covered massage table, a couple of large chairs and a small table with an assorted array of oil bottles and other equipment on it. The bald headed man was sitting beside the table and massage table and he stood up as the two children approached. Julie saw he was quite overweight, his chest looking almost like a woman's with drooping breasts, his belly rounded. He was wearing just a loose pair of baggy and stained linen slacks tied at the waist and looked like Julie imagined a sailor on a deserted island would look. He had an ear-ring in one ear, adding to his seaman's appearance, and his body was covered in intricate tattoos, in the style of pictures of Pacific Islanders or some Japanese men Julie had seen in encyclopaedias at school. The big man's eyes were running appreciatively over both her and Pete's bodies. He licked his lips and smiled.

"Pete and Julie, this is Alfredo," Don introduced them. The two children said hello to the man, who just smiled and nodded to them.

"So what's the surprise?" Peter asked looking around.

"Alfredo is the surprise," Don replied. "He's a tattooist. You know how you said you really liked Dave's tattoos and wanted one of your own? Well, I've decided to give you one. Alfredo did Dave's and he did the first one when Dave was even younger than you, Pete. I love tattoos and Dave got his initially for my pleasure. And you can have one, too, Julie...if you want one, that is."

Julie remembered Dave's tattoos and how they had been very exciting for her, especially the one along and over his penis, the cobra. She had wondered at the time how it would have felt being tattooed over and around your genitals and the tremor of excitement that thought had created in her; and now Don was offering it to Pete and to her. Did he mean around their genitals, she wondered? Or did he just mean an arm or body tattoo?

"Great!" exclaimed Peter, his face lighting up. "Can I have a snake?" he asked Alfredo. "Or a dragon?" He looked at Don.

"I've asked Alfredo to do a special tattoo, Pete. Its a snake but I want it where I spend a lot of my time," Don smiled and paused. "I want it between your legs. From around your backside to your cock. What do you reckon?"

"Will it hurt?" the boy asked the tattooist. The bald man smiled and indicated 'maybe' with his hands.

"Alfredo can't talk," Don explained. "Dave didn't mind so it can't hurt too much," he added, almost like a challenge to the youngster. Pete took the bait.

"I reckon it'd be great!" he said and Julie saw that Pete's pouch had swollen. He was as turned on by the idea as she was.

She felt herself tingling between her legs and knew she was getting wet down there. "I don't know," she said when Don looked at her. "I'll just watch first and then decide." Don nodded okay and bent down, picking up his camera from the floor. He was going to film the event, Julie realised. That thought turned her on even more and she pressed a hand into her groin to stop the trembling.

"Take your thong off, Pete and lie on the massage table," Don was saying as he began filming; and Julie took a seat where she could watch the proceedings. Pete removed his bikini pouch and Julie's observation of the boy proved correct - his penis was semi-erect, curved outwards from his bare pubic area and rising further as it was freed from its confining net. He lay on his back on the massage table and Don moved around to film him as Alfredo positioned the boy ready for tattooing. The bald man raised Pete's legs at the knees and pushed them back onto his body so the boy was in a spread-legged foetal position on his back, his genitals and buttock crease fully exposed. The big man ran his hands over Peter, fondling his now fully erect penis and his soft scrotum, letting his long fingers trail down below the egg-sac onto the pink anal area bulging upwards from between his buttocks. The man grunted his approval as goosebumps sprang up over the boy's body from his touch and Pete looked at Julie and winked. He was enjoying himself...being the centre of attention.

The tattooist took a soft cloth and wiped all around Peter's genitals and between his legs, then over the boy's bare pubic region and the shaft of his erection.

"Owooh! That's cold!" Peter complained and Don told him it was just a disinfectant with a mild anesthetic mixture and the boy relaxed again.

Alfredo picked up a pencil and indicated he was going to draw the tattoo first. Then he bent over Peter and, with concentration and skill, began to draw. He began right at the very edge of the boy's anus, tracing a curving line up towards the boy's coccix, then curved it in an arc to run below the puckered sphincter, around over the ridge from his testes to his anus, curving up the boy's bare skin beside his scrotum, along his groin, then arching over his hairless pubic mound and coming down to the base of his penis. Julie could see the shape of the snake's head drawn on the base of Peter's shaft, Alfredo holding the youngster's erect penis upright as he marked it. The snake's forked tongue went halfway up the hard shaft. Then the tattooist followed parrallel to his original line back to a point at Pete's anus and the snake was complete.

"That tickled," Pete giggled, looking down at his marked body, his arms around behind his knees keeping his legs pulled back on his chest.

Alfredo picked up what looked a bit like a dentist's drill and showed it to Pete. It made a soft buzzing sound when he flicked it on and Pete looked from it to Don.

"Its a special tattoo needle," Don explained. "It just pierces the skin enough for the ink to penetrate, buddy. Its not as severe as some that are used to make tattoos. It'll just tingle and maybe sting a little bit, but it won't hurt. The anesthetic will dull most of the feeling anyway." That reassurance seemed to satisfy Pete and he lay back again on the table.

With deliberate concentration, Alfredo began to tattoo the lines he had drawn. Pete jerked as the vibrating needle touched into the muscle of his sphincter and the bald man took it away and shook his head.

"You have to keep still, buddy or the lines will go anywhere," Don said, keeping his camera trained on the lad's pink anus, a spot of ink at its edge.

"Sorry," Peter said ruefully. "It just surprised me a bit. I'll keep still," he reassured Alfredo. He turned towards Julie. "It stings a little bit but tickles as well. Its quite sexy really. Like a vibrator. You ought to get one."

"What? A vibrator?" she giggled. "I prefer the real thing." Pete looked at her wryly. "I'll wait and see if you still say that when Alfredo finishes," Julie replied smiling. "If you still reckon its okay after he's tattooed your cock, I'll think about it."

Alfredo pressed Pete's legs back firmly, his hand resting across the boy's testes, his fingers stretching the boy's skin. He brought the tattooing needle back to his anus and looked at Pete. The lad nodded and Julie saw him tense up as the bald man brought the needle in contact again. This time, Pete stayed still and Julie watched as Alfredo tattooed a dark line along the mark he had made, the needle following it up around Pete's testes, up his groin and over his pubic mound. Every few seconds, Alfredo would pat where he was working with a soft cloth to soak up the excess ink and tiny drops of blood that sometimes appeared. He worked his way down the bare mound towards Pete's penis, which had stiffened again as the man touched around it and finally took hold of it and pressed it forward. Then the vibrating needle was marking over the hardened flesh and Julie saw more blood mix with the ink as Alfredo blotted more often. But Peter made no sound or movement to indicate it was hurting or uncomfortable and she found herself becoming quite aroused seeing her young friend being manipulated and marked by the tattooist. The snake's head took shape and Pete did squirm a little as the tongue was tattooed up the shaft, finishing just below his flared glans. Alfredo then began tracing over the return line, filling in the other side of the snake, back over Pete's pubic mound, down his groin, around under his testes and around the puckered anus to join the tail at the edge of this orifice. By the time he had finished, Peter was enjoying the feel of the pricking and tickling created by the instrument. He looked down at himself as Alfredo took the needle away and blotted the last of the ink from his anus.

"Wow! It looks great!" he said enthusiastically, pushing his penis upright so he could see the snake's head and tongue. He looked at Julie, who was gazing at the outline of the tattoo in fascination. "It didn't hurt much at all," he said. "Come on. You get one, too."

"Wait 'til he's finished," she responded. "It's got to be coloured in yet, doesn't it Alfredo?"

The big man smiled and nodded, holding up two different types of heads for his instrument, pointing to one, then the other. The first one was a crescent of tiny needles, joined beneath a small tank of green ink. The second was like a pad of needles, oval in shape and a little tank of red ink above it. Alfredo attached the first set to his machine and moved back between Pete's spread legs. He began marking small crescents in the body of the snake in an emerald green ink. He just touched the needles to the boy's soft skin and then blotted it. It left a clear mark in the shape of a snake's scale behind.

The man worked rapidly and within a couple of minutes, the snake was fully scaled, winding over Peter's tender skin. Then he replaced the needles with the other head. Working from the base of the boy's penis, he touched this ovoid shape within each crescent. Julie watched in wonder as the snake seemed to fill out and come alive under the tattooist's masterly touch. Within another two minutes, the snake was completed, Alfredo adding two black eyes in the head by switching the ink container from red to black. He finally went back to the original needle and tattooed nostrils and a mouth on the head of the snake and touched a few spots along its length to give it added realism. The effect was quite stunning and Julie looked at it in amazement.

"Its awesome!" she said to Peter. "Its even sexier than Dave's," she added, her eyes following the tattoo over its whole length.

Peter let his legs down. "You gonna have one done?" he asked her. "Or are you too chicken?"

Julie smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I'm going to have one done," she said, deciding on the spot at his challenge. She went to sit on the table as Pete swung his legs around to get off. His penis was jutting up stiffly, still, but he was unconcerned about it in front of her and the two men. Julie's eyes couldn't help but look at him, though. He was so beautiful naked and aroused - even more so now with its sexy decoration -she thought and her sex tingled as she remembered his hardness taking her virginity in the first movie she had made and slipping into her in subsequent ones. How she hoped it would happen more frequently now they shared the same home - not always in front of the camera.

"Hold on a second, Julie," Don said as she began to get up on the table. "Alfredo likes little girls so we'll get him to undress you." The bald man smiled lewdly at her and Julie could see beads of sweat on his forehead and chest. He rubbed himself in his pants and knelt by her as Don moved around and knelt to film them. His actions and appearance and the thought of him being her sex partner were quite repulsive to Julie. She had thought all her co-actors were going to be all men and boys like the ones she had had. She had never considered someone like Alfredo might be in her movies.

The fat man rubbed his hand over her on the outside of her dress to start with, up over her chest, squeezing her unformed breasts, then sliding down over her belly to her crotch, his fingers pressing in and roughly grabbing her tender mound. In spite of his unattractiveness, his fatness and his sweaty smell, Julie found her body immediately respond to his touches, her nipples stiffening and her sex tingling. Alfredo then ran his hands up beneath her dress, his sweaty palms sliding over her mesh-covered pubic V to her nipples, rolling the stiff little buds between his thumb and index finger. His actions had raised her dress up over her belly and she saw him staring at her flesh peeking out between the elasticised mesh of her bikini panties. He grunted appreciatively and his fingers tweaked her nipples harder. He then raised the short dress over her head, Julie lifting her arms to assist as he pulled it from her. She heard Pete give a wolf-whistle and knew he was watching the big man playing with her. That knowledge made the situation more exciting for her. She felt a flush of desire rush through her and found Alfredo's sweaty eagerness to undress and fondle her young flesh rather exhilerating and she squirmed in his grasp. Then his fingers were in the pouch of her bikini and the thin garment was dragged down her legs, almost unbalancing her as Alfredo tugged them off her feet. Then his fingers were at her, fondling and prodding into her moist femininity and tugging on her stiffened clitoris and searching inside her ridged vagina. She couldn't help the gasp of pleasure as he touched her intimate flesh, his fingers surprisingly gentle in spite of his eagerness. Julie stood there naked and trembling as the big man explored her.

"You undress him, Julie," she heard Don instructing and her hands automatically went to the tied cord around the tattooist's rounded belly as the man stood up. She undid the cord and his baggy pants dropped straight to the floor. Julie stared at what she had exposed. Alfredo's whole body was covered in tattoos, even his penis and testicles. He had a short, stubby penis that jutted out thickly from the folds at the base of his belly and it was red and green and blue from the tattoos over it. Julie couldn't make out the design but it extended down the shaft and over the man's testicles, two very large ovoid eggs dangling inside a sack so thin it was almost translucent. The design over them made them look like rather delicately patterned easter eggs and Julie was fascinated by them, reaching out to take hold of them. The big man moved closer, his penis jutting towards Julie's mouth and she could see leakage glistening over the patterned glans.

"He wants you to suck him off, babe," Don said softly, bringing the camera in closer and Julie looked again at the penis almost touching her lips. If it hadn't been for the delicate design tattooed all over it, she would have considered the organ repulsive, so short and stubby and slimy with pre-cum, plus the fact it was sticking out below a fat belly; but she knew she had to do what Don said - she had no say in anything - so she opened her mouth and the tattooist's penis slid inside. He was salty and sour and Julie almost gagged as the bulbous head pressed at the back of her throat, her nose pressed against the man's hairy fat pubes. She smelt his staleness but shut her mind to it all and began to suck on him as though it was a dummy in her mouth. Fortunately it was too short to go into her throat. Within a few moments, his taste changed as fresh pre-cum began seeping from him and Julie began to enjoy the slick feel of his glans inside her. It wasn't his fault he was poorly endowed or tasted like he did, she thought. He was still a man. It was still a penis that had gone stiff because of her. That fact alone made her feel better about fellating him.

Alfredo began moaning and his hands held Julie's head and she knew he was going to come. She suctioned harder and slid her lips up and down his shaft more quickly and was rewarded almost instantly with a burst of thick semen. She let his sperm dribble from the corners of her mouth as the big man ejaculated, the thick cream sliding down and dripping from her chin. He only came three or four times and Julie managed to prevent swallowing any of the discharge - she had been spoiled by the light salty taste of the men she had tasted before and Alfredo's semen was more pungent and gluey. The man didn't seem to mind, though, as he pushed himself in and out of her mouth, pulling himself right out after his orgasm eased. He put his hand under Julie's chin and raised her cum-smeared face up towards him and gave her a smile of appreciation which made Julie feel it had been worthwhile. He lifted her tenderly and turned towards Don making gestures with his hands and face.

"He says you're the best I've had," Don told her smiling broadly. She noticed the front of his shorts were tented and knew she had turned him on again "I could have told him that," he added. "You were great...as usual, babe. Okay. You'd better clean your chin and get up on the table."

Julie wiped her face on a cloth Pete handed her and she tasted the gluey coating in her mouth. "Can you get me a drink of water?" she asked Pete softly and drank it when he brought it to her. How she wished it had been Peter's sperm coating her mouth. Alfredo had pulled up his baggy trousers and was waiting for her to get up on the table. He smiled kindly at her as she did so. Looks like I've made another friend, Julie thought as she took up the same position Pete had when he'd been tattooed - her legs folded back onto her chest and her buttocks raised and spread and her bare pussy opened and fully exposed. She saw Alfredo's eyes looking at her inner folds and felt a flush of excitement tingle through her. The bald man wiped around her sex with the disinfectant/anesthetic mixture he had used on Pete and Julie agreed with her friend - it was cold! Then he took up the marking pen in his hand and Julie shivered as his other hand rested over her moist centre and he touched the pen at the edge of her anus, in the same place he had begun with Pete. He paused and looked towards Don.

"Yes, the same," the cameraman said, focusing in on the artist's hands.

Alfredo began marking the swirling snake from Julie's anus, up towards her coccyx then arcing around on the lower edge of her buttock, across the silky smooth indent between her vagina and anus, up her groin and curving around over her plump mons veneris to finish a fraction of an inch above her clitoris. Goosebumps sprang out over her skin as the pen drew the marks around her most intimate areas. Then Alfredo drew the snake's tongue down to the base of her clitoris, the fork of the tongue vee-ing to either side of the sensitive tube of flesh. His fingers were gently cupping her sex, holding the skin to ensure the marking was accurate and Julie could feel herself becoming wetter down there. She quivered as the tattooist drew the other side of the snake, following parallel to his first line and ending up at the edge of her sphincter at the tail.

Julie looked down her body to see what Alfredo had drawn. It did look sexy, she thought, the little of it she could see; and seemed to draw attention to her clitoris even pale as it was. Then she heard the hum of the needle and Alfredo rested his hand on her pubes again and looked at her.

"I'm okay," she told him. "I won't move."

Then she felt a tingle of pain and winced as the needle began tattooing along the line. She didn't flinch away, though, and was pleased with herself. In spite of the little pricks of the needle, dulled by the anesthetic, the vibration and the pain was exciting her, arousing her. She could feel her nipples tightening and her clitoris stiffen. She moaned softly as the needle ran between her vagina and anus, then up beside her labia. It tickled slightly as it went over her pubic mound and down towards her sex and she gasped as it pricked its way to her clitoris and went each side with its trail of blue dots. Julie thought she was going to orgasm as Alfredo pressed around her sex, holding her now slippery flesh still as he worked around her. He concentrated and his sure hands never faltered as he followed the lines he had drawn back to her anus. He used the cloth to wipe her moistness as well as soaking up ink and droplets of blood from the tiny pinpricks.

"Told you it didn't hurt," Pete said, watching Alfredo work with great interest. "Hope he doesn't slip when he's doing around your pussy," the boy commented and laughed as she poked her tongue at him. Alfredo was attaching the scale marking needle and resumed his marking, filling in the body of the snake in the green crescents. Julie watched him intently, seeing Don coming in for close-up shots of her patterned areas.

In a couple of minutes, the whole tattoo was completed, eyes and nostrils marked, shading applied and surplus ink wiped clean. Julie let out a deep breath and stretched her legs out on the table. Then she sat up and looked down at her nudity, pulling herself over to look between her legs. "Isn't it fantastic?" she asked Peter.

"It sure is," the boy agreed, his fingers tracing around the tattoo's shape. "It makes your pussy look really sexy," he said.

"Are you two sore?" Don asked them. They both shook their heads. "Good!" their master said. "Get on the table with Julie and fuck her to finish off," he told Pete and Julie's heart skipped a beat.

Pete needed no encouragement, his penis still erect and aching for release. Julie was aroused and wet and groaned in passion as Pete stretched out beside her and began stroking her. Her arms wrapped around him and she rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. Her knees raised and spread and Pete's penis slipped easily into her waiting vagina. She squealed as he dug deeply into her, his almost adult sized hardness filling her tight passageway and sending electric sensations right up her body. He pressed against her cervix and she felt his testes slapping between her legs - slapping against her 'snake', she thought - and Peter's is inside me! Neither of them needed any prelimary foreplay, the tattooing had aroused them both to fever pitch. Peter thrust himself in and out of her hungrily, his penis coating with Julie's white cream and forming a collar around the base of his shaft.

Alfredo stroked the boy's buttocks as Don focused in on where they joined, capturing the highly excited state the children were in and watching the two newly tattooed snakes seeming to writhe and twist as they fucked. Julie squealed loudly as her orgasm came and Don was surprised to see fluid flowing out of her like semen and dribbling down her skin over the snake between her legs. He knew Pete hadn't climaxed and realised it was the girl's own juices from her orgasm. He had only ever seen that once before and from a full-grown woman! Julie was certainly an exceptionally sexual young girl! He heard Pete cry out and, through the camera, watched the familiar clenching of his buttocks and the tension in the muscles of his back as the boy, his young lover, spurted his seed into the young girl. He drew the camera back and moved around to the side as Pete pulled himself out of Julie's vagina and squirted the remainder of his semen over her belly, his white-streaked organ spurting several streams of cream over her before starting to detumesce. The young lad slowly lowered himself onto Julie and they held each other as their breathing became more regular and the tension flowed out from their bodies.

"That was terrific," Don told them as he shut off his camera after zooming in on the cream-covered tattooes of both children and fading the movie out. "You like that, Alfredo? Worth the tattoos?"

The bald man nodded enthusiastically and took up his tattooing needle again, indicating he was wanting to do more. They all laughed along with him.

"Maybe another time, buddy," Don told him. "I'd like to see Julie with something around her tit, or her nipple the centre of a rose or something. And maybe the same for you, Pete. But I think that's enough for now. You'll both be a bit sore when the anesthetic wears off and its better to do a bit at a time." He watched as Alfredo began packing up his gear. "Maybe you two should have a spa or swim in the heated pool. Might help when the anesthetic starts to wear off. I'll come and join you as soon as I take Alfredo back. Okay?"

Pete pushed himself up off Julie and got off the table, his hand resting lightly over her pubes. "Fine, Don. Thanks for the surprise." He looked down at Julie, then at himself. "These are great." He looked at Julie. "I can see our snakes are going to want to join each other a lot," he said cheekily, his finger caressing the head of her tattoo, making her clitoris tingle.

"You can bet on it," she replied, reaching down to take his flaccid but still sticky penis in her hand. "Any time it raises its head looking for its hole, mine will be waiting," she said huskiliy.

"Hey, don't you two wear yourselves out, you randy little buggers. Don't forget the reason you are here, both of you. Sure, we'll have fun times together, but your main purpose is to act in my movies." The two children looked at each other and Pete gave Julie a wink that said "I told you so." "Don't forget that. Take it easy and we'll get on fine. Okay?"

The two children both nodded and Julie got up from the table to stand by Pete. He had been right earlier, she realised. She was a money-maker for Don, even though he liked her. He would be never anything more than that. But, she thought, that's why I'm here and I'll enjoy every bit of it while I can. Feeling brighter, she gave Pete's penis a squeeze and then ran towards the door and the pool, the boy chasing after her.