I spent the rest of the day in the editing room, selecting the most provocative shots of Chrissy's audition. This was just for a teaser, something to whet their appetites for the real thing, and I only gave the audience snippets of our newest porn dolly. Billy improvised some music and I wrote a narration. We had the trailer in the can by four-thirty and it went over to the duplicating lab. Lolita Lust's new DVD was gonna be hot anyway, but when they got a peek at what was coming soon, there were gonna be hard _hard_ dicks in every house in America.

"So how was your day, hon?" Karen asked as I kicked off my shoes and settled down into the recliner. The look on my face must have been answer enough. She brought me the remote and I flipped on the boob tube.

"In our headline story, ET has learned about a major shakeup in the adult entertainment world," Mary Hart smiled into the camera. "Cherry Rodriguez has jumped ship from PTHC and signed a new long-term contract with Sweet Young Cunts Video."

Little bitch hadn't wasted any time getting the PR out, had she? Cut to Jesse Harmon's office. Cherry was sitting on his lap and he was stroking her hot little bod while she beamed a big smile into the camera.

"I got tired of being Cherry Rodriguez in flea market productions," she announced in a chirpy little voice that was pretending to be a couple of years younger than she actually was. "From now on, my fans should look for my real name on the boxes -- Cuchi Zapata."

The name fit her. She was 100% coochie in my book.

"I'm gonna have complete artistic control over my pictures, and if you want to see the _real_ me, you're gonna have to buy the DVDs from Sweet Young Cunt! Ooohh, you're touching me in naughty places!" she smirked at Jesse, shaking a finger in his direction.

His hand was up her little skirt, and a sudden cloud passed over his features. Cherry squirmed and sighed, as if she was ecstatic, but Jesse didn't look all that happy. My guess was, he'd just got his fingers inside her panties and found that razor stubble on Cuchi's no longer quite so hotly marketable little coochie.

"One of the biggest porn stars of recent years, Cherry -- I suppose we'll have to call her Cuchi now -- has had a meteoric rise," Mary Hart read from the teleprompter. Cut to Ron Jeremy sliding his long cock into Cherry's tight little asshole. A clip from "Backdoor Chiquita." I made a mental memo to the legal department. No more publicity releases on archive footage of Cherry. If she wanted to promote herself from now on, she'd have to do it without our help.

"Hi, Daddy," trilled my daughter Madison. She came over to my recliner and gave me a big welcome-home kiss. I patted the top of her head. She looked at the tv. "Isn't that Cherry?" she asked.

Ron Jeremy was just shooting his load into my ex-starlet's open mouth and Mary Hart was doing a V.O. about how the girl had hitchhiked her way from Tijuana to LA, paying truck drivers for rides with blowjobs, so she could break into the entertainment business.

It wasn't true, but it was the story we'd put out on her when we were building up her career. Maybe in my next interview with Leonard Maltin I'd drop the _real_ story, about how I met her when she tried to stick me up at the ATM. Maybe I'd also mention that the real reason we let her go at PTHC was that she was getting too old for porn. I really should call my contact at INS and get her dad's green card yanked, too.

Closeup freeze frame of Cherry sucking on Ron's dick with cum all over her face and those big innocent brown eyes batting away. "She's so pretty," Madison sighed, leaning against my chair. "I wish she could come over and play sometime like she used to."

"She's a big girl now," I told my daughter. "And she's gonna be so busy making mistakes the rest of her life that she won't have time to play with you. Now, sit on my lap and I'll read you a story."

I picked up the storybook and turned off the tv. My mind blanked out Cherry Rodriguez. You don't live long enough to bring office business home with you at night. I'd take care of everything tomorrow. Madison settled onto my lap and opened the book to her favorite page.

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far across the sea, at the back of the North Wind, there lived a beautiful little princess..."

***

Much later, in bed, Barry White oozed out of the stereo and Karen was all over me like stink on shit. Aside from the Barry White music, she was also wearing her Snoopy sleep-shirt. That always meant she was ready for business.

"You been watching those movies on Lifetime again?" I asked. She didn't answer, just filled her mouth with my cock and gurgled while she sucked it. "They create unrealistic expectations. Most guys don't look like male models, with 40-inch chests and 9-inch dicks that never get soft. They don't just see some old housewife in the supermarket and sweep her off to a luxury hotel by the sea, with satin sheets on the bed, rose petals in the tub, and candles everywhere. And they don't volunteer to put on rubbers."

"Ggggg," Karen throated, worrying her mouth around my rod. Not nine inches, but plenty stiff. The sheets were percale, and there wasn't a candle or a condom in sight. I slipped my hand into Karen's nightie. We could always make do. Buttfucking goodbye to Cherry Rodriguez had not nearly taken the starch out of my sails. I still had more than enough for my wife.

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Yeah, her real name is Karen, but she was better known as Pollyanna Petite during her working years. Mmm-hmm, you know her now, don't you? And you've whacked your meat to her a time or three, I'll bet! Everybody has. Even me.

She was the greatest star the biz has ever known. We still get fan mail, wondering when her next pic will be available. They don't even realize that that sweet hard-fucking little girl is all grown up now. It just goes to prove that great porn is timeless. Long after we've all gone to the big Studio in the Sky, guys will be watching those DVDs with their fists around their dicks and thinking, "Man, I wish that was me fucking her!"

After Karen got too old for PTHC, she worked a while in teen porn, but her heart really wasn't in it. She could've been the queen of teen porn, too -- hell, she _was_ the queen! Her Lucky Thirteen tapes have never gone out of print in eight years. When she signed there, I made sure her contract included a cut of the gross, and it's still a substantial quarterly check. We set the money aside for Madison's Harvard trust fund.

But even when she was working at Lucky Thirteen, all Karen wanted to do was hang around at PTHC. With me.

You know what they say -- pop a girl's cherry and she'll love you forever. Well, I guess it's true. I think I fucked her more, after she'd outgrown PT, than I did when she was a star there. Before I knew it, I'd fallen head over heels in love. Karen got pregnant, married me, and quit showbiz cold turkey. Balls dried up worldwide in sadness.

Karen's twenty-one now, though she doesn't look much different from the Pollyanna days. The blonde curls were (OK, I confess) a bleach job; she's really a brunette, and that's how she goes now. Her height leveled off at four-ten and three-quarters, and she can still wear all of those frilly little pinafores and party dresses from her days of stardom. Even though she just calls herself an ordinary housewife these days, to me, she's still a star and always will be. Especially when she gets that hot sweet mouth around my cock.

I lifted her Snoopy sleeper and stroked her cunt. She wasn't wearing the matching panties with the design of Charlie Brown buttfucking Lucy. Too bad. They were cute and I enjoyed sliding them down her thighs when it was time for business.

The smooth hairless puff was already simmering to the touch. I let my finger slide along the gash. It was as slick and as tight as a kindergarten virgin -- if there are any of them around! Nobody who touched that pussy would ever believe that it had popped out a baby seven years ago.

I lifted her sleeper while she kept on blowing me. Only when I got to the tits did it become obvious that she was no longer quite Pollyanna Petite. Her breasts were small, about a 32A, but _just_ big enough to keep Karen from making the big comeback all the PTHC junkies kept clamoring for. Of course, she's a wife and mommy now, and we don't need the extra money. She had her time in the spotlight and she's happy to be out of it.

"Oh, baby, that's _sooo_ good," I sighed, my cock now rigid in her mouth. Her drool flowed down the shaft. The wetness of her blowjobs was legendary in the biz. No Pollyanna pic was complete without a shot of the guy slowly extracting himself from her mouth but still connected to it by a long spiderweb of frothy slobber that made it look as if he'd already shot off his cum between her guppying lips.

Karen raised her face, licking the juice off her lips. I pulled the Snoopy shirt up and over, and then we stretched out on the bed side by side. My hands explored every inch of the little woman. I bent my face down to lick and gently suckle the puffy nips, feeling them throb and expand against my lapping tongue. My hand was between her legs, cupping and squeezing a moist hairless cunt whose excitement grew more and more tangible with each flex of my fingers upon it.

We kissed. Her mouth was like a baby bird, sucking food from its mama's beak. She sucked my tongue the same way she sucked my cock. Even after seven years of blissful marriage I couldn't keep from thinking that I was the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

I'm not a _big_ guy, but she's tiny, so I let her take the lead. She slipped a slender leg across my body, her smooth thigh rubbing insistently against my cock. We smooched some more -- even after seven years of marriage it was fun just making out with her -- and her puffy nipples throbbed warmly touching my chest.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her mouth, then reached down to cup her slim -- hell, skinny! -- ass cheeks and pull her atop me. She squirmed into place, wiggling, each motion sending a fresh surge of excitement through my cock. Fucking at the office is just my job. What I do at home is for love.

Her ass was tight and firm. I stroked the small of her back, where she has the stretching dolphin tat. She already had that when she first came to PTHC, and it was what inspired me to have all our girls branded with a special company symbol. Karen sighed as I rubbed her there, then moved my finger down into her crack. I stroked her pussy mouth from behind, tickled her butthole, tried to decide where I most wanted to fuck her.

"So that dumb little cunt Cherry thinks she's gonna rule the world by moving to SYC," Karen commiserated between kisses. "I saw her on Oprah the other day --pre-teen stars modeling back-to-school fashions -- and you can tell she's getting tits. Over the hill and doesn't even know it. I bet she's even got hair on her pussy."

"No shop talk," I murmured back, a finger across her lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, "but it just makes me so mad thinking about that little cunt! I mean, if it wasn't for you, she'd be doing "Chiquita Fucks the Donkey" shows in TJ. Whatever happened to studio loyalty? You made her what she is today. And I'd be willing to bet you that she's also lying about her age. She fucks like a thirteen-year-old. I always thought she did. She's no more eleven than I am."

Yeah, Karen never particularly liked Cherry. It wasn't the first time she'd suggested that our starlet might be shaving a couple years off her age. But it was still the last goddamn thing in the world I wanted to talk about.

I lifted her ass up off my lap and she reached underneath herself, straightening up my cock and positioning it at the mouth of her pussy. She slithered downward, swallowing me with little gulps of her snatch. I was all the way up her and she was still almost as tight as the first time I ever fucked that sweet little cunt. We started to screw.

During the five years she worked at PTHC I must have fucked Karen a thousand times. More if you count rehearsals. Add in at least once a day for most of the seven years we've been married. That's a lot of fucking. But you know, I'm still not tired of it, and I don't think I'll ever be. And they say showbiz marriages never last!

She rotated, working my cock around inside her. Jesus, she was tight! And believe me, I'm used to fucking _tight_ pussy. The interior muscles massaged my cock as if they were fingers, giving me ten separate hand jobs at the same time. Karen rode proudly, purring, squeezing at her hard little tits, sometimes leaning down to smack a wet one on my mouth.

That was just getting it ready. After a few minutes she started to fuck, and oh, man! You won't believe this, but she was even better than when she was the top star at PTHC.

As always, she was pretty loud once the fucking got to her, and that constant "Ohhhh ... " moaning sent shivers through my dick.

I was pumping up into her pussy when I heard the door open, then close.

"Whatcha doin'?" came a little soft voice. It was Madison.

"I'm just fucking Mommy," I panted.

She came closer, stood by the bed. "I'm not sleepy. Is it OK if I watch a while?"

"Sure, honey," Karen said throatily. "Climb up onto the bed but don't sit too near the edge. If Daddy gets excited, the rocking might make you fall off."

"_If_ Daddy gets excited?" I challenged. I sat up, shifting Karen's 80-pound body as if it was a bag of jellybeans. She went over onto her back, her legs around my waist, and I started fucking her harder. We held hands and she slithered like a snake, her pussy gulping my stiff rod.

Madison giggled as she watched us. "That's what Rachel and Joey were doing on 'Friends' last night," she said. "But Rachel's not as pretty as Mommy."

I slicked my cock out of Karen's pussy. "And I'll bet Joey didn't have anything like this, either," I said, my stiff tool wobbling, slick and shiny from its stint inside Karen's wet hole. Madison giggled again.

"What do we call this?" I asked her, moving between Karen's legs as she lay prone on the bed, her knees up. Karen took me by the cock and rubbed her pussy crack with the big cum-drooling know. She eased it between her lips and pushed up to engulf me.

"Missionary?" Madison guessed. I thrust home, hard. Karen gasped and her feet shot into the air, the toes kicking and wiggling while I ground my belly against hers, soaking my cock in the wetness of her aroused pussy.

"That's right, Punkin." And then I kinda tuned Madison out and put all my concentration into fucking her mommy.

Lately Madison had gotten more interested in sex. I suppose you couldn't blame her. It's all over the place. I mean, I'm old enough to remember when they only fucked on serious tv drama shows. Now they do it on sitcoms, for Christ's sake! It's just the culture; there's nothing you can do about it. And it's better for kids to learn this stuff at home than from strangers in school.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Maddy wondered, between sucks on her thumb.

"No, honey, it feels fantastic," Karen enthused, swallowing the hard thrusts of my dick. Juice squished out of her cunt every time I rammed it home. Our bellies were so wet they seemed to stick together as we collided.

I slipped out of Karen and guided her onto her knees, then re-entered her in dog-style. I held onto her slender waist and imbedded my cock repeatedly in her hot wet pussy. I couldn't help remembering the first time I'd ever fucked her, just before I turned her into a porn legend. But she was better now. Call me stodgy, call me an old-fashioned guy, but I'd still rather fuck my wife than any of the hot young porn cunt I do every day on the job.

Madison crept closer, staring at my dick where it continued to prong in and out of Karen. She had her thumb in her mouth and she sucked rhythmically. As she did, she kept looking up into my face with the most serious, almost entranced expression in her dark blue eyes. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded as steadily as the beat of a metronome. It was like she was hypnotized.

Purely on a whim of the moment, I yanked my cock out of Karen. It glistened in the roomlight, drenched as it was with the juices that oozed from the walls of my hot wife's cunt. Madison's eyes got bigger when she saw it standing up hard and proud. She inhaled on her thumb and just stared. I turned slightly, pointing my cock at her face. I touched the top of her curly head. Golden brunette, like her mom, the hairs soft and silky.

Slowly she let the thumb slide from between her lips. She leaned forward, still sitting on her heels, her face edging closer to my stiff wobbling cock. Her right hand lifted from the bed, where it had been supporting her, and she took hold of my rod. Her little fingers barely touched around it. She looked up into my eyes, silently asking a question. My nod was a silent answer. She puckered her lips and pressed them to the tip of my wet hard cock.

It was like a touch of hot young fire on my aroused meat. "Oooh, Daddy!" she said wonderingly, then kissed it again.

I tapped Karen on the dolphin tat at the small of her back. "Look," I whispered, and she turned her head. By that time Maddy had her tongue out and she was delicately, daintily beginning to lick the knob of my cock.

"Awww," Karen sighed. "That's so cute!"

Madison giggled, hearing herself praised. She licked a little more forcefully.

"Tastes better than my old thumb!" she chirped. Her lips ovaled and she eased them down over the end of my rod, taking about half of the purple bulb inside. She held it firmly, letting her tongue swirl around it.

The intentions were good, if the technique was rudimentary. She couldn't quite coordinate the sucking and the licking, tried to do both at the same time, earned a D- for technique, but a B- for effort.

"Lick first, then suck," Karen coached. "Remember what I showed you on the dildo, honey."

"You've been giving her lessons?" I asked.

Karen beamed. "Just on the vibrator. She likes to watch me masturbate, but she wondered if there was anything like that she could do, too."

Madison took me a little deeper, all of my knob sliding into her mouth. I could feel the saliva flowing inside her, bathing me in wetness. She suctioned, then relaxed, then used her tongue, then sucked again. The beat was steady. I began to throb against her lapping tongue. For a first-time try, she was remarkable.

"A little deeper, honey," Karen suggested, sitting up and turning toward the two of us. She put her hand on Madison's shoulder. "C'mon, you can do it, and Daddy won't choke you. I promise!"

"Of course not," I encouraged her. "Show me what Mommy's been teaching you."

Madison purred. Just the pressure of her lips told me she was really getting into the act of sucking me. Karen took one of Maddy's hands and guided it to my balls. She fitted the fingers around them, though they were too tiny to hold my entire sac.

"Squeeze, a little," she coached, "but not too hard or you might make Daddy cry."

The little hand clutched my nuts, flexing. I groaned when she pressed hard enough to bang my balls together and she understood immediately that she should let up slightly. Her fingers stroked my sac and her tiny head bobbed as she worked the knob in and out of her mouth. She was definitely her mother's daughter.

Her lips stretched, the more she got used to suckling me. She couldn't take it very deep, but she was naturally talented -- it must be in the genes -- and she seemed to get more excited the longer she sucked it.

They keep talking about putting sex ed classes in the schools, but I'm just an old-fashioned guy at heart. I believe kids should learn that stuff at home. Society is trying so damn hard to make parents obsolete. It may take a whole village, but Mommy and Daddy are still the bedrock of our civilization.

"Now give Mommy a turn," Karen said, putting her fingers around the base of my cock. Madison let up on her sucking and drew back slowly, looking a little resentful as she gave it up.

"See how I do it," Karen told her, ovaling her mouth and lowering it halfway down the length of my cock. Madison's dark-blue eyes got big as she watched her mom swallow. Karen hummed and gurgled around my meat. She was showing off a little but it felt really good to be in her masterpiece mouth.

It was always a wonder to see, to feel that small head, small mouth, small throat of Karen's totally envelop my cock and wash it clean with her slobber -- to feel her lips kissing my balls while my cock throbbed in her gullet.

"Let me!" Maddy clamored, suddenly burrowing in with her face.

Karen raised her face, shaking her head, exposing my spit-shined cock. "Kids! They gotta be the center of attention," she smiled at me. "OK, hon, try it again."

Madison fed it back into her mouth, taking me a little deeper this time, though nothing to compare with what her mother had done. Without even being coached, she ringed her thumb and index finger around the base and started moving them up and down the shaft in quick, short strokes. My pulse increased, my cock seemed to grow harder. It wanted more. I thrust a little into her mouth, almost gagging her with the suddenness of the act.

"Don't be such a hound!" Karen snapped. "It's her first time. You don't want to traumatize her!" She was right, as always. I slacked off and let Madison work at her own speed.

There was no question she was getting into it, and she looked so cute and adorable with those big dark eyes shining up at me while she worked on my knob and the first inch or so below it.

By now she had the action of cocksucking down pat. I couldn't help wondering if maybe she'd been practicing on the side with someone else, but she wasn't a good enough actress to have faked the initial clumsiness. No, she was learning it as we went along, and she was learning fast.

If she had been auditioning at PTHC, I'd have signed her to a development contract and scheduled her for a couple of supporting roles in the Playground Gang-Bang series, probably, just to get her feet wet in the biz.

"Now I want Daddy to fuck me some more," Karen announced, putting her hand firmly on Maddy's shoulder.

Madison was even more reluctant to let my cock come out of her mouth this time. She held the knob, sucking hard on it, just refusing to release it until Karen had to give her a little thwack on the butt to remind her who was the mommy and who was not. I was almost sorry to come out of her mouth. A long sticky cloud of slobber stretched from her lips to my dick as I slid free. Who did _that_ remind me of!

Karen lay back on the mattress with her legs open. "Why don't you lick me right here and get me wet?" she suggested to Madison, a finger resting right beside her slick smooth pussy crack.

Sniffing, Maddy bent down into Karen's crotch. She put her hands on the insides of Karen's thighs and leaned closer, her tongue extended, pink, shiny, curious. It licked delicately along Karen's slice.

"You're already wet, Mommy!" she giggled. Karen hugged her and then motioned for me to climb aboard. I slipped between her legs and started to insert, but Karen stopped me with a touch of the hand.

"You do it, honey," she told Madison. "Take Daddy by the cock, mmm, just like that! Now put him inside me. I showed you how to do it with the vibrator, didn't I? Ohhhh, yes!" she sighed as Maddy opened the gash with three little fingers of one hand and used the other to work my cock knob inside.

"Can I try it too?" Madison asked, watching me thrust into her mother's hole.

"Not today," Karen panted back, lifting her knees to draw me in deeper. "You need to wait till you're bigger."

Maddy was sucking her thumb again, now that she had nothing else to fill her mouth with, and she watched intently as I fucked Karen.

The blowjob lesson for our daughter had obviously heated my wife up quite a lot. She was manic under me, twitching and writhing and eating my cock with her pussy. I'd hardly given her a dozen strokes before she started to come, and when she did, it was like a volcano exploding beneath me. I fucked her hard, stretching her climax out, multiplying it.

"Don't cum yet -- save it for my mouth!" she groaned, doing the rock and roll hootchie koo. I liked the idea too, but holding back my load was the hardest thing I'd ever tried to do, at that moment in my life.

Beside us, Maddy was still sucking her thumb, with slurpy sounds that made my balls twitch in sympathetic harmony. Sweat rolled down my forehead, blinded me, but I could feel Madison's eyes devouring the two of us as we fucked.

"Now," I said, yanking my dick out of Karen and leaning back on my ass. She rose with me and bent into my lap. Her mouth pressed a hundred hot kisses on my knob and she jacked the shaft vigorously. I wasn't sure how I'd lasted as long as I had, all things considered, but there was no question she was about to pump a major load out of me.

"Is Daddy gonna cum in your mouth?" Madison asked, releasing her thumb. "I want to taste it, too!"

"Just a sip," Karen conceded, lifting her mouth off my knob. "C'mere and get some."

Maddy giggled and took my bulb between her lips. She seemed more comfortable with it now, and I even went a little deeper than the last time -- though nothing that might earn her a spot on any of our "Pre-Teen Throat" videos. She sucked hard while Karen's hand continued to vibrate up and down my shaft, and then, while I was in her mouth, I felt the first scuddering squirt of my wad slosh across Madison's lapping tongue.

"Oh, shit!" I said.

Karen gave me one more hand stroke, then pulled me out of Maddy's mouth and into her own. I finished ejaculating there, the kind of load I usually hire Peter North to provide.

As my eyes cleared after the exertion, I saw Maddy's mouth gaping. Her tongue was white, not pink, and coated in thick goo that leaked down her chin. "Tastes funny," she said in a gurgly voice.

"Tastes good," Karen corrected. She scooped up the viscous blob that was just flowing through Maddy's dimple and eased her finger into Madison's mouth. "Suck it dry," she commanded. "And swallow."

"It does taste good," Madison agreed, her eyes bright and excited. "Oooh, Mommy, can we do it again?"

"No, your daddy needs to rest now. He's an old guy and he can't do it all the time. You go back to bed."

"Aw," Madison complained, "it was just starting to be fun!" But she was a good kid who did what she was told, and she kissed us both goodnight, picked up her lollipop, and stuck it back in her mouth before she went out the door.

I suppose all along I'd known this day would eventually arrive, but it was nothing I'd ever really thought about. I mean, as a father I took it pretty much for granted that some day I'd show Maddy the ropes. The idea of messing with a girl under the age of consent is nauseating to me, and unlike some guys in the biz I won't even let my talent _pretend_ to be minors.

(You, Max Hardcore! I'm talking to you, you perve! "Oooh, Mister, I'm just five years old, why are you trying to stick that big thing up my butthole?" Disgusting. Even though we all know those teenage skanks you're using are further from jailbait than from their hymens.)

Madison was seven, and perfectly legal, so it shouldn't have been such a big deal at all. Just the standard family tutorial in sex-ed. Happened every day in every home in the nation.

Of course, while I cuddled under the sheets with Karen, I did find myself thinking about the way Madison had sucked me, the excitement she had shown when that first squirting burst of my cum splashed her tongue. But my mind was still on the Cherry situation. I couldn't see the forest with all those damn trees in the way.