Jessica was terrified as she sat in the back seat of the black Mercedes behind the driver. Her blond, buxom best friend Helen got into the other side of the car and sat beside her.

The car pulled away, crunching down the gravel drive towards the road. There was no backing out now! She was on her way to a porn casting and knew she'd be fucked by strangers in every orifice.

The dark-haired, slender man in the passenger seat turned towards the girls. The man had dark Mediterranean skin and handsome, refined features. He grinned at Helen and then faced Jessica.

"Hi, I'm Philippe. Helen's probably mentioned me?"

His French accent was appealing. "Yes, you're the pornstar, aren't you?"

Philippe laughed. "For my sins, yes." He waved at the driver. "So's Ian. Say hello, Ian."

The driver raised a hand and waved. "Morning, ladies. I'm not performing today, but I'll be filming one of you two being fucked later."

Helen laughed. "I hope it's me, I love an audience. Philippe filmed us and then fucked me last time," she said. "It was incredible."

She turned to Jessica. "I'm sure you'll love his massive dick if Philippe fucks you."

Jessica blushed and lowered her eyes, gazing fixedly at the back of the driver's seat. She was nervous but excited at the prospect. But she hoped the driver would fuck her. Unlike Philippe, the driver, Ian, was tall - his shock of blond hair almost touched the roof of the Mercedes - and looked muscular, with deeply bronzed skin. She imagined him deep inside her, easily manhandling her as he pounded her.

The two men made polite conversation, chatting with Helen about sex. Jessica fiddled nervously with her long blond hair but remained silent, too nervous to contribute.

Finally, Philippe asked the two eighteen-year-olds, "Are you looking forward to it?"

Jessica, though terrified, knew she was excited at the prospect and wanted to see the two men occupying the front seats naked and feel them inside her. She glanced at Helen, whose father was the only person she'd ever made love to. How different would another man feel? Jessica nodded her head jerkily.

Helen looked excited. "Of course I am. I love your monster dick," she told Philippe.

"Show me your fabulous tight pussy," Philippe ordered Helen.

Helen laughed. She pushed her bum to the edge of the car seat and lifted the hem of her short, brilliant-white skirt. Underneath, she wore pink, lacey panties, which were soon around her ankles, exposing her shaved slit and blond pubes.

Philippe grinned at Jessica. "Doesn't she have a nice pussy?"

Jessica smiled. "Aren't all pussies nice?"

Philippe laughed. "I suppose they are. Come on, show me yours, just to check?"

Jessica hesitated, nervous at exposing herself to a stranger. She knew she would have to soon, so now was as good a time as any to get used to it.

Philippe smiled. "Don't be shy," he said. "Just lift your dress and show me your pussy."

Jessica nervously tugged at the hemline of her sparkly bronze-coloured dress and slowly pulled it up to her waist, lifting her bum off the car seat to let the tight dress pass.

She smiled at Philippe. "Do you like it?"

"Don't be a tease," he replied. "You're panties are in the way." He grinned. "And they're damp."

Jessica knew she was aroused. Her nipples felt like bullets, protruding from her tiny tits. She leaned over and pulled her black, sequined panties down to her knees. As Philippe had said, the crotch was damp.

She sat back upright with her knees tight together, still nervous.

Philippe shook his head. His hands reached between the driver and passenger seats and spread her knees slightly. He grinned. "Open your knees wide so I can see it."

Jessica spread her knees as far apart as sitting in the seat allowed, feeling self-conscious. Especially when Phillipe clipped a GoPro to the back of the passenger seat and another behind Ian, the driver.

Philippe nodded. "I love hairy pussies." He smiled. "Spread your lips for me, please?"

Jessica blushed at his intimate request. Her hand reached down, and a finger and thumb spread her outer lips.

Philippe laughed. "Use both hands so I can see."

Jessica's two index fingers spread her slit wide.

"Wow, that's a tiny entrance," Philippe said. He nodded. "Brad's in for a wonderful day."

A complete stranger is going to fuck me later! And on camera. The butterflies in Jessica's stomach worked overtime.

"Brad says you're very inexperienced?"

Jessica nodded. "Helen's father only popped my cherry last week."

But she'd taken full advantage, making him fuck her repeatedly, every day. She grinned. He'd been disappointed when, this morning, she wouldn't let him pound her.

"So you've never had sex with anyone else?"

Jessica glanced at the back of Ian's head, knowing she wanted him inside her.

"No." Jessica smiled. "But I've watched Helen's video and would love to try everything!"

"So, you've never tried anal, then?"

Jessica shook her head. "Helen absolutely loves it."

She glanced at her friend and blushed. "I was going to ask her dad to fuck my arse." Jessica smiled. "Then she told me about Brad, and I decided this was a better idea."

Philippe started at her exposed pussy. "Brad will enjoy that. He loves a virgin bottom." Philippe grinned. "I'm sure I'll love ravaging it."

Pihilippe's hand reached forward, and Jessica gasped when it probed between her spread outer lips. The finger wormed inside her tight, wet entrance. Another finger probed her virgin sphincter. Jessica squealed when it pushed inside.

Philippe grinned. "God, you are tight. Tighter even than Helen."

The invasive fingers pulled out. Philippe turned to Ian. "What do you reckon? Will she do?"

Ian laughed. "I can't tell from here. Have to keep my eyes on the road."

After a moment, Ian continued, "Do either of you like girls?"

Both girls shook their heads.

"I don't fancy them if that's what you mean," Helen said.

Jessica examined her own feelings. She'd seen Helen naked and even watched her finger herself, but it hadn't particularly aroused her. "Me neither," Jessica said.

"That's a shame," Ian said. "Watching two girls play with each other is such a turn-on."

Helen laughed. "Oh, I don't mind putting on a show," she said. "I'll eat Jessica out for you if you like?"

Philippe stared at Jessica's still-exposed crotch. He grinned at her. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked Jessica.

She shook her head. Helen's father loved making her come with his tongue and fingers; she wondered what his daughter's tongue would feel like. Jessica turned to Helen and smiled. "No, I think I'd like that."

She turned sideways on the car's back seat so her back was against the door. Her left knee was pressed against the seat, and her right leg dangled into the footwell.

Helen twisted towards her and tried to lean over towards Jessica's exposed pussy. Helen smiled. "That won't work." Helen knelt on the back seat, facing her best friend. "I love your pussy," Helen said. "Hairy, but so neat compared to mine."

Jessica's outer lips were closed, showing only her narrow slit. Helen's were open, exposing her inner lips and hood. She felt Helen's hot breath on her mound. Jessica gasped when Helen's dainty fingers parted her outer lips, and the tip of her tongue flicked inside.

Helen grinned at her from between Jessica's thighs. "Am I doing it right?" she asked.

Jessica nodded. Helen's tongue continued its intimate exploration, flicking around her love bump. It was gentler than when Helen's father ate her but felt just as good, if not better. She was soon gasping with pleasure.

Jessica sighed with pleasure when a dainty finger wormed inside her, hooking around. "Yes, just there," she moaned after a moment.

Helen's invasive finger and tongue continued their intimate work, quickly bringing Jessica to the edge. The familiar wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Jessica moaned, lifting her hips to press against her friend's tongue. Her thighs quivered. She pressed her hands behind Helen's head, holding her best friend against her sex.

"Wonderful," she gasped.

Jessica's hips bucked, and she writhed as Helen sucked at her pussy. When her orgasm subsided, Helen lifted her head, grinning. Her lips and face were wet with juices.

"I've never done that before," Helen said, smiling wetly. She looked thoughtful. "It doesn't really turn me on, but I like that I can make you come."

"God, I wish I could watch!" Ian said from the driver's seat. He laughed. "In fact, I wish I could fuck you."

Jessica's stomach churned. God, yes!

"No," Philippe said sharply. "Brad's only rule is no penetration beforehand." He grinned. "But that allows for all sorts of other fun."

Jessica was disappointed and tried to put the idea of Ian fucking her aside.

Helen sat back down in the passenger seat, careful to push her bum to the edge of the leather seat with her legs spread wide, ensuring her pussy was still on show. Jessica sat beside her, so close their knees touched, and mirrored her best friend's pose.

Philippe grinned when Jessica ran her finger up and down her wet slit. "Your turn," Philippe said. "Make Helen come."

Though Helen's tongue and fingers had felt wonderful and worked the usual magic, Jessica froze. She couldn't make herself turn and lower her head towards her friend's moist slit. What's wrong with me? It wasn't as if the idea repelled her.

Jessica sat back upright and shook her head slowly. "I don't think I can. Maybe later?"

Philippe laughed. "Okay, but I hope you're not as shy with men."

Jessica grinned nervously, terrified she'd freeze later.

A few minutes later, the Mercedes pulled off the main road onto a narrow gravel track, sloping steeply upwards into the mountains.

Jessica was surprised. "This isn't the way to Town, is it?"

Ian laughed. "No, not at all. But I can't let Philippe have all the fun."

The car rumbled slowly up the steep track for several minutes, negotiating hairpin bends and occasionally hanging precariously close to the steep drop. The track widened, with a pull-off to the right, which Ian pulled into.

The two men got out of the car. Jessica hurriedly pulled her black knickers up from around her knees and rearranged her dress before leaving the vehicle. On the other side of the gravel track, there was an open, grassy space. They were high on the mountainside, and the view across the sparkling, blue sea to Albania was marvellous.

Ian turned towards the two girls, and Jessica got her first proper look at the man. What she saw redoubled her initial desire. He was tall, well over six feet, and muscular. Beneath the shock of blond hair, fierce blue eyes were set on a ruggedly handsome face. Fine blond hairs stood out against the deep bronzed tone of his muscular arms. When he smiled, Jessica vowed she'd get him to fuck her before the day was over.

"We've done a few open-air scenes here," Ian said. "I thought we could shoot some photos of you two."

Philippe opened the boot of the black Mercedes and pulled out a large blanket, a picnic hamper, and two cameras. He passed one camera to Ian.

Philippe laid the blanket on the grass, with the incredible view in the background. The picnic hamper was placed in the middle of one edge, nearest the steep drop. Philippe opened it and pulled out two champagne flutes and a bottle.

Moments later, the two men had arranged the two girls. They faced away from the sea to either side of the hamper, with their legs curled beneath them. Each held a full glass of fizz.

Jessica sipped from her glass. She was surprised at the quality; the champagne was excellent. She glanced at the bottle and spotted the familiar orange Veuve Cliquot label.

The two cameras clicked away as Ian ordered the two girls to sit in increasingly revealing poses. Soon, the girls sat facing the camera with their knees spread wide, showing off their panties. "Stay in that pose, but take off your panties," Ian ordered.

Jessica complied, tossing her black panties to one side. She pulled her high heels towards her crotch, spreading her legs once more.

"Perfect," Ian said, accompanied by much clicking. "Your pussy looks fantastic." He chortled. "You look so tight, so very fuckable."

Jessica liked being ordered around by the man. Moreover, she was aroused because Ian so obviously wanted her scrawny body; the massive bulge in his trousers gave it away.

Beside her, Helen was already down to just her short, flared white skirt and white stilettos. The wide high waistband accentuated her friend's narrow waist and the massive tits above. Jessica stared at the beautiful buxom girl beside her, feeling thoroughly inadequate.

Ian laughed. "Helen is gorgeous, but you can stare at her later. Take off your dress and show me your fantastic slim body."

Jessica smiled at the compliment and turned to face Ian. She slowly lifted her bronze, sparkly dress over her head. She heard Ian gasp.

"Fantastic. Your tits are just perfect."

She tossed the dress untidily to one side and beamed at Ian, standing naked except for her high heels, with her legs slightly apart, exposing her sex.

"Do you really think so?" she asked quietly.

Ian licked his lips as he looked her up and down. His gaze fixed first on her crotch, then travelled slowly up her slender body, pausing on her chest before settling on her face. Ian nodded. "Absolutely." His burning gaze slowly scanned her up and down, finally settling back on her face. Ian grinned lustfully. "Your nubile body is incredible, and you're more than merely pretty." He laughed. "And those tiny boobs are perfect."

Jessica felt her face flush at the compliments.

Ian leered, staring at her pussy. "I so want to fuck you."

Next to them, Philippe tutted and clapped his hands loudly. "Stop flirting, you two, and get on with it!" Philippe said.

Ian laughed. He gestured at the tartan blanket. "Sit down with your legs wide apart," he ordered Jessica.

Jessica willingly complied, still aroused. She knew her slit was moist.

Several minutes later, Ian had posed her in all sorts of intimate positions, and she was facing away from him, feet together, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Bend over and grab your ankles if you can," Ian ordered.

Jessica was flexible. She grinned, and her hands reached down, grasping her stilettos.

"Perfect," Ian said. "I love your tiny arse." He paused. "Stay just like that."

The camera clicked repeatedly, moving closer. Jessica gasped when a strong finger rubbed up and down her slit.

Ian sighed, sounding disappointed. "That's it; you can get up now."

Jessica stood upright and turned to face Ian, who was mere inches away. She wrapped her arms around him and bent her head back to kiss him. After a few passionate moments, Ian pushed her away.

Beside her, Philippe groaned. Helen knelt before him, and Jessica watched her slowly inhale Philippe's monstrous erection.

Ian looked Jessica up and down, smiling lecherously. "I love slim girls," he said. "Can I touch your body?"

The butterflies in Jessica's stomach fluttered nervously. Only one man had ever touched her intimately. She glanced to her left, where Helen knelt before Philippe, whose trousers were around his ankles.

Jessica nodded her head jerkily. "If you like," she replied diffidently.

Ian slowly circled her, his fingers running lightly over her skin. Jessica felt his hands slowly run up and down her back when he was behind her. They gently squeezed her arse cheeks.

His hot breath was on her neck. Ian gently kissed her. "You've got a lovely tight bum," Ian whispered. "I'd love to fuck it too."

Her stomach churned as she remembered what would happen later. She giggled nervously. "No one has done yet."

Ian completed his circuit and faced her once more. "I know." He grinned. "I hope you enjoy it as much as your slutty friend over there does."

Helen's evident joy at anal was what had persuaded Jessica to try. "So do I," she said nervously.

Ian's hand reached out, and a finger ran gently along her slit, pressing gently between her lips. "Brad will take good care of you," Ian said. "He doesn't have a massive cock like me, so he's perfect for a first time." The finger pressed into her slit, finding and massaging her clitoris.

Jessica wrapped her arms around Ian. She pulled him close and kissed him again. Ian's strong arms pressed her hard against him as they kissed. She felt his erection pressing against her as their tongues entwined. I so want him inside me.

When they finally broke apart, Jessica smiled. Her hand massaged his erection through his trousers. "I can tell you want me," she said.

Ian's hands reached out and cupped her tiny boobs. His head leaned forward, and he sucked her nipples in turn, his tongue flicking lightly against them. He straightened up and smiled. "Of course, I want to fuck you. You look just perfect." His lustful gaze scanned her body again. "Come on, suck my dick," Ian pleaded. He smiled. "You know Brad is going to ask you to suck his."

Jessica was still afraid of what would happen later, but a blowjob, she could manage. She glanced at Helen, who was noisily gobbling Philippe's dick. Her head jerked almost involuntarily.

"Okay, I guess." She knelt before him and smiled up at him. "I've done this before."

Her hand massaged the bulge in his trousers for a moment, and then she quickly undid them. She pulled them down, careful to pull down his undies as well. Ian's erect dick sprang free. She had imagined that because he was a pornstar, he'd be colossal. But Helen's father was at least as long. Jessica exhaled in relief.

Her hand grasped Ian's thick shaft. This will be the second dick I've sucked. Her fingers didn't meet, but the gap between her fingers and thumb was smaller than she was used to. She grinned up at Ian, leering. "I think I can handle that." She glanced to her left, where Helen was noisily sucking Philippe. "Her dad's is bigger."

"Really?" Ian snorted, grinning. "He should do porn. I'm pretty big, even for a pornstar."

Jessica imagined him fucking her, surrounded by cameras. She felt her juices gush.

Unlike Helen's father, Ian was circumcised. Jessica's tongue flicked around his tip, exploring the differences. She opened her mouth wide and leaned forward, letting his glans enter her warm mouth. Her lips closed around the pornstar dick between her teeth, and she started to suck as she bobbed her head.

Ian groaned. "Yeah, you've definitely done this before."

Jessica sucked him vigorously, bobbing her head. She pulled back, letting his dick leave her mouth and spit run down her chin. Jessica grinned up at him. "Am I doing okay?" she asked archly.

"Not bad for a beginner," he joked, picking up on her tone.

Jessica leaned forward again. This time, her hands grasped Ian's firm bum. Her head pushed forward, taking more and more of Ian's dick into her mouth. She paused when his tip touched her tonsils and repositioned herself. As it always did with Helen's father, Ian's monster dick slid smoothly down her throat until her nose pressed against his shaved groin.

"Good girl," Ian said, sounding surprised.

Jessica paused with his dick down her throat, finally pulling back and gasping for air. She grinned up at Ian. "I told you I could handle it."

"Most women can't overcome the gag reflex, you know," Ian said, grinning. "It's a good skill to have in porn."

Jessica was surprised and pleased. She'd assumed every girl could do it; she knew Helen could. She leaned forward again, taking Ian's enormous boner down her throat once more. She repeated this several times, gasping for air each time his dick left her throat. But she wanted to make him come.

Jessica's hand grasped Ian's shaft, and she started to suck him vigorously as her head bobbed and her hand wanked his stiff rod.

Soon, he was moaning softly. "Yes, keep going," he murmured.

Sure enough, she felt the familiar twitch in her mouth as the pornstar climaxed. Her hands grabbed Ian's bum again, holding his dick inside her mouth as gallons of cum spurted from his weapon. Jizz forced its way past her lips to dribble down her chin.

Ian thrust his hips forward three times, each sending another wave of spunk into her already overflowing mouth. Finally, he stopped. Ian exhaled a long, satisfied sigh. "That was marvellous," he said.

Jessica opened her mouth and looked up at him before swallowing theatrically.

"God, you swallow as well," he said. "For a beginner, you're quite a dirty little thing."

Jessica took Ian's still-rigid monster back into her mouth and sucked him clean. She grinned up at Ian. "That's what Helen's dad tells me."

Beside her, Philippe groaned. "You'd better stop," he said, sounding disappointed. "I'm performing later and need my balls to be full."

Helen pulled back from his wet erection. She grinned up at him. "Hopefully, it will be with me."

Ian looked at his watch. "We'd best get cracking," he said. "That took longer than I expected."

The two girls dressed as the men packed up their props and cameras. They were underway again in a few hurried minutes. Ian turned the car around, and they made the precipitous trip back down the gravel track. At the bottom, Ian turned right towards Corfu Town.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulled up outside a posh apartment block. Jessica's stomach did flip-flops. The main event was about to start. When Philippe opened the door, she clutched Helen's hand for support.

"Promise me I'll enjoy it," she whispered.

Helen squeezed her hand. "I promise."

The girls followed Philippe and Ian up the stairs to an apartment. The door opened into a spacious lounge, and the girls followed the two men inside.

The room was bustling. A man was setting up cameras in a bedroom to one side, and two women were selecting clothes from a rack, talking to a large, muscular black man. Jessica guessed he must be Brad.

Philippe and Ian sat on a sofa in the centre of the room. Another sofa, littered with clothes and a box of sex toys, faced them across a polished coffee table. Brad noticed their arrival and turned. He smiled at Helen.

"We meet again, Helen," he said. "I hoped we would." He turned to Jessica and stretched out a hand. "You must be Jessica. I'm very pleased to meet you; Helen's told me all about you."

Jessica shook Brad's enormous black hand, grinning nervously. "Hi."

Brad smiled at her and scanned her body. He nodded and then gestured to the sofas where Philippe and Ian sat.

"Go, sit down, and relax. It will be a few minutes before I'm ready for you."

Brad turned back to Helen as Jessica sat on the sofa between Ian and Philippe. She pressed against Ian's muscular bulk and watched Brad talk to her best friend.

"You're going to do a scene with Philippe for our 'Anal Schoolgirls' series, Helen," Brad said. "If that's okay, of course? I know you love anal."

Helen's mouth hung open for a moment. "I thought I was going to be with Jessica?"

Brad laughed. "Don't worry, you will be, and I'll take good care of her until you join us."

Helen glanced over at Jessica and shrugged. "Okay, I guess." She smiled. "I do love anal."

Philippe whispered into Jessica's ear, "Her arse is so fucking tight, it's like buggering an angel. I'm going to love this."

Jessica blushed. But her attention was quickly drawn back to Helen, who was now naked. One of the women fussed around Helen, applying foundation here and there. The woman was older but looked like a pornstar with massive, enhanced boobs. The woman stared at Helen's shaved slit and trimmed pubes.

She tutted. "Oh no, that won't do." The woman picked up scissors and a ladyshave.

"I don't want to be fully shaved," Helen said.

The woman laughed. "You're getting stubble and need a trim. Now sit down and spread your legs like a good girl."

Helen obeyed, and the woman carefully shaved her slit and trimmed the neat triangle of blond hair. Finally, she patted Helen's pubic mound. "Much better. Now, stand and bend over the sofa."

Helen moaned softly when the woman worked lube into her arse with her fingers, starting with one but ending with all four. Jessica watched aghast as the woman frigged Helen's arse. Finally, the woman picked up a long glass butt plug, blue with prominent ridges. Helen sighed with pleasure when the woman slowly pushed it into her arse. The woman carefully wiped around the jewel of the butt plug, removing any trace of lube.

Brad spoke as the woman started to dress Helen as a schoolgirl. "Let me walk you through the scene, Helen," Brad said. He gestured at a closed door. "Philippe, the headmaster, will punish you when you enter that room." Brad smiled. "Don't worry about dialogue, just reply naturally. It's not difficult; you'll know what to say."

Jessica jumped when Philippe spoke next to her. "It's easy. You'll do fine," Phillipe said to Helen. "We're both going to enjoy this."

Brad laughed. "I'm sure you will. Anyway, he'll bend you over his knee first to spank your arse, but when he lifts your skirt, he'll notice the butt plug. Then you give him a blow job."

Brad paused for a moment. Helen now wore a tiny pleated navy skirt, knee socks and a blouse that barely restrained her boobs. The woman was plaiting her hair.

Brad continued, "After that, you'll be on your back on the desk while he fucks you. Finally, he'll bend you over the desk and bugger you senseless." Brad grinned. "If he comes in your arse, all the better. If not, he'll come all over your face and hair." He paused. "Are you okay with that?"

Helen nodded. "Spanking, blowjob, fucked, and then fucked in the arse." She grinned. "It sounds fantastic."

Jessica was astonished at how blasé Helen sounded. Helen looked over at Jessica, beaming.

"Don't worry, Brad's lovely," Helen said.

Brad lightly slapped Helen's bottom and laughed. "Okay, I'll leave you to Anna now. She's directing this, so she may well order you about." He grinned. "Though you're so wild and abandoned during sex, I doubt you'll even hear her."

Brad turned to Jessica and smiled. "Come on over here so we can get you ready."

Jessica stood and walked over to Brad, feeling nervous. Brad looked her up and down.

"That dress is fine," he said, "but put these on and let's do something with your hair."

Brad handed Jessica a pair of pale, silky leggings. She sat in the chair Brad had pointed at, took off her heels and pulled on the leggings. The white leggings clung to her and stopped just above the knees. A navy ribbon with a bow highlighted the top of each legging.

Brad nodded. "Better, but put your heels back on."

He beckoned the other woman over. Like Anna, this woman also had pornstar looks but looked younger, only a few years older than Jessica. The woman quickly arranged Jessica's hair into twin ponytails, fastened with simple purple elastic grips. Two brightly coloured, very girly grips held her hair off her face.

Brad nodded. "That's better. Makes you look adorable. Very cute and innocent. Come with me. Don't worry, there's no script, and only Ian and myself will be filming."

Jessica glanced back nervously at Helen as she followed Brad. Helen grinned at her, shooing her on.

This was it! Jessica followed Brad and Ian towards the bedroom, where she had seen the man setting up cameras. Her stomach churned.

To be continued...