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CHAPTER THREE

If Marlene wasn't on the set, Chrissy reasoned, then Gene Jepson wouldn't be there, either. Gene was the male lead in the series, playing the cocky detective hired by Marlene the rich bitch. In the show Marlene was always trying to trick him into marrying her or at least going to bed with her. But in real life they didn't turn each other on, which was a big joke on the set.

Maybe they were both too gorgeous, Chrissy thought. Gene Jepson sure was a hunk. In his late thirties, superbly built, he was mobbed by hordes of screaming female fans whenever he went out in public. Maybe that was why he valued his privacy so much. When arrangements were being made to film the series on this island, Gene had demanded a trailer all to himself, set off at a distance from the others.

That was where Chrissy headed. She'd made up her mind to lose her virginity, and she decided to go first class. What girl in America wouldn't willingly offer her cherry to Gene Jepson? It was every female teenager's fantasy come true. Chrissy hurried along the jungle path and finally reached the little clearing where Gene had his trailer. The actor was sunning himself on a mat in front of the trailer, and when he heard Chrissy approaching, he looked up and flashed her his famous sexy grin.

"Hi, Uncle Gene," Chrissy chirped.

"Hi, brat," he said, "what brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm just bored," Chrissy said, joining him on the mat. "I wanted somebody to hang out with."

This wasn't going to be easy, she realized. Gene was an old family friend, a pal of her dad's, and he thought of her as a little girl.

Long ago she'd gotten used to calling him Uncle. She knew she looked inviting in her tiny red bikini, but Gene didn't even glance at her body. Maybe as far as he was concerned, she didn't have one. But her mind was made up. She was going to lose her cherry today, and she wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Want a Coke, brat?" Gene asked.

"No, thanks, Uncle Gene," Chrissy said. "I want to talk to you about something serious."

"Oh, yeah?" Gene said, sitting up. "Tell me about it, honey."

Chrissy suppressed a lusty sigh as she looked him over. Tan, muscular, a man who took excellent care of his body, he had modishly long brown hair and a thick mustache and melting brown eyes. Every now and then when she played with herself, she fantasized that Gene was making love to her. She felt her pussy getting hot and swollen as she imagined taking his stiff cock the way Marlene had taken daddy's rigid boner.

"Gene," she said, "I want you to teach me all about sex." Gene's mouth dropped open, and he almost spilled the beer he was sipping. "You say what?" he demanded.

"Daddy won't tell me anything," Chrissy complained, "and he sends me to those dumb schOOls where they don't even talk about sex. I want you to tell me about it. What's fucking all about?"

Gene snorted with laughter. "Little girl," he. said, "go play. You're way too young to be concerning yourself with things like that."

Chrissy flushed with anger. "Oh, no, I'm not," she said defiantly. "I'm not a little kid any more, Gene, and I'll prove it to you."

She jumped to her feet and started to strip. Gene gawked at her as if he couldn't believe what was happening. Off came her bikini top. She pitched it into the bushes. Gene's eyes focused on her firm high-riding tits. They were the size of ripe oranges and capped with stiff red nipples. They were perfectly round, and they hardly even quivered with her movements. While he stared at her tits, Chrissy untied her bikini panties and let them fall. She stepped away from them stark naked.

"See, Uncle Gene," she said, "I'm not a little kid any more. Little kids don't look like this."

Gene opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He was staring helplessly at her teenage bush, a dainty little puff of golden fur that hardly covered her pouting mound. Chrissy noticed that the crotch of his swimming suit was swelling. Even if he wouldn't admit it, she was having an effect on him. She'd made her point. This wasn't the body of a little girl.

Gene finally found his voice, but it was strangely hoarse. "Chrissy," he said, "get dressed this instant."

"No," she pouted, "not till you tell me about sex. I'm serious, Uncle

Gene. For instance, what's the name of all this stuff?"

She flopped down on the mat beside him, on her back, and she opened her legs wide, showing him her virgin slit and its fine, almost invisible fringe of golden curls. Gene swanowed hard as he studied her teenage gash. Chrissy grabbed his hand and placed his fingertip on her clit, that magical little butten she rubbed when she masturbated.

"What's this called?" she demanded.

"That's your clit, honey," Gene said hoarsely.

"How come it feels so good when I touch myself there?" Chrissy wanted to know.

"I really don't know, Chrissy," Gene said, "that's just the way girls are made. Do you touch yourself there a lot?"

"I sure do," Chrissy said, without a trace of shyness. "That's how I get off. Will you get me off, Uncle Gene, please? I'm so horny, I can hardly think."

Gene Jepson stared at her in an agony of lust. Up till a few minutes ago, he'd really thought of her as just a little kid, the cute little blonde daughter of his friend Ben O'Brien. Now suddenly she was naked and coming on to him, and he saw her as a sexy teenager, a provocative female he really wanted to fuck. His cock swelled into hardness, lewdly tenting the crotch of his swim suit. He hoped the innocent girl didn't notice.

He had a problem on his hands, all right. There'd be hell to pay if he was caught with the producer's naked daughter, but on the other hand

Chrissy had made it clear that she wasn't going to get dressed and leave till he'd done what she wanted. And what she wanted was for him to satisfy her lust. Gene decided maybe he'd just better do it and get rid of her, So he could think straight.

"All right, brat, I'll get you off," he said, "but just this one time."

"Oh, goody," Chrissy squealed.

She lay there with her knees bent and her thighs wide open, showing him what had to be a virgin pussy. Gene knew that Ben guarded her like a hawk and never had let her date. Her cunt had to be fantastically tight. He ached to ease his throbbing prick in there. But his conscience wouldn't let him fuck this innocent girl, the daughter of his friend. He placed his fingertip on her clit and began to rub.

"0oooooo," Chrissy squealed.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Mmmmmm, yeah. that feels great," she gurgled.

She closed her eyes and shut out every distraction as Gene expertly masturbated her. He used his fingertip to circle her ultrasensitive joy button, zipping around and around, and making her cream like crazy. She felt a steady rush of hot pleasure, and she gurgled with delight. Her hunch had been correct-it was a lot more exciting to have a guy masturbating her than to do it herself. In no time at all she was squirming with excitement, molten cream overflowing her cunt and gushing down the crack of her ass.

"0ooooo, shit. that's good," she gasped.

"Think you can come that way?" Gene asked.

"I sure can." she panted. "I'm almost there. Just do it a little faster, Uncle Gene."

Gene sincerely wished she wouldn't call him Uncle when he was getting her off. It reminded him that she was jail bait, the virgin daughter of his pal. He had no business at all putting his hand between her legs.

And he sure as hell had no business even thinking about fucking her.

But that was all he could think about-how exquisitely tight her untried box would feel around his lust-engorged prick.

So he'd damned well better satisfy her and get her away from him, before he lost his self-control. Gene had had his share of groupies and young female admirers, but he hadn't yet had a young virgin begging him to deflower her. It was almost more than a mere human being could resist. He grasped her throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading the fleshy nub, expertly bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

"0hhhhhh. shit, I love it." Chrissy gurgled" Just a little more, Uncle

Gene, I'm gonna come."

"I sure as hell hope So," Gene groaned.

As he kneaded her clit fast and firmly between his fingers, he ogled her superb little tits and feathery blonde bush. He'd never seen a more desirable female. And if she went around trying to give away her cherry, she wasn't going to keep it for long. Maybe he ought to warn

Ben to keep a cloSe watch on her this summer. But hoW would he explain where he got his information? It was a dilemma, all right. He kneaded her clit faster, hoping she'd Come fast.

"0oooooo, 0oooooo," Chrissy squealed, clawing the mat and arching her body.

She could have come at any second, but she was greedily prolonging the excitement. She shoved her wildly pulsating joy button even harder against Gene's kneading fingers, getting more delicious friction. Her features twisted into a horny grimace as she hovered right at the edge of orgasm. She wished the wonderful sensations would never end, but finally she couldn't hold back her climax a second longer. She began to convulse, jerking her juice-slick joy button out of Gene's fingers as she writhed around on the mat.

"Unnnnhhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" she yelled.

Gene watched the thick juice spurting from her tiny virgin cunt mouth and almost came in his swimming trunks. He wanted her urgently, but he'd been like a father to her for so long.

He tried to ignore the horny ache in his balls as Chrissy bucked and writhed and moaned. He could have had her-she was dying to learn about sex. But he couldn't do that to her, or to Ben.

"Okay, young lady," he said as she finally came down from her climax,

"that oughta hold you for awhile."

"Oh, I'm not finished yet, Uncle Gene," she said. "I wanta play with your cock."

She made a grab for his swimming trunks, taking him by surprise, and before he could stop her she'd pulled them down to his knees. His hugely engorged cock snapped free of its prison and wagged lewdly before him. Chrissy let out a squeal of delight and made a grab for it, curling her fingers around the hot taut flesh. Gene stared at her, frozen for the moment, unable to speak or move.

"Oh, fantastic," Chrissy chirped, "it's so big."

She really was excited to be touching and exploring a cock at last. It seemed so huge, yet it was pleasant to touch, all smooth and hard and hot. She began running her fist up and down it, like she'd seen Tara and Marlene do to their men, and to her delight thick bubbles of cream started to ooze from Gene's piss hole.

"Oh, look at that," she squealed.

Gene finally recovered from his astonishment at having his cock grabbed. "Chrissy, honey,,, he said hoarsely,, 'you better run along now. Things have gone far enough. Too far, in fact."

"Oh, what are you talking about, Uncle Gene?" Chrissy said impatiently.

"I'm just learning a few things. There's nothing wrong with that."

Gene wanted to explain that her sex education was driving him crazy with horniness, but somehow he seemed to have lost the ability to express himself. About all he could do at this point was snort and grunt-. Her little fist was firm and hot around his swollen prick, and he was really getting off on her eager pumping. His balls felt about ready to explode with their steaming load. It would be so pleasant just to let the kid jack him off.

"Honey," he sighed, "if you keep doing that, I'm gonna come."

"Really?" Chrissy said eagerly. "Oh, wow, I'd really like to see that."

She pumped faster, harder.

Gene groaned. He'd said the wrong thing. He'd meant to discourage her from playing with his cock, but he'd only made her more eager. He'd have to try again. But it wasn't easy. He could hardly think straight, he was so horny. Chrissy's hot little fist was jerking up and down his engorged cock with lightning speed as she tried to make him come.

"C-Chrissy," he stammered, "you've gotta stop. This just isn't right."

"Oh, don't be silly, Uncle Gene," she said, "there's nothing wrong with making each other feel good."

She wished he'd stop protesting. His stiff cock made it obvious that he was having a good time, so what was he protesting for? She wondered if she'd ever understand grownups. They were always telling you not to do things they did themselves. She ignored Gene's protests and went right on pumping his big hard cock, dying to see the purple head gush jism.

Gene's ruggedly handsome face twisted into a lusty grimace.

"Dammit, Chrissy, stop that," he groaned.

She ignored him. While her little fist zipped up and down his nearly bursting cock, she used her free hand to explore his huge hairy nut sac, cupping and molding the throbbing bags. That just about put Gene over the edge. He'd never made it with a girl so young before although it was one of his secret fantasies. He liked to imagine a girl learning about men for the first time, using him as a model. And now it was actually happening.

Chrissy's face looked so innocent as she jacked him off. She kept studying his lust contorted expression, then watching his cock almost like she was conducting an experiment. Gene tried one more time to control his raging lust, but it was just no go. He ached to come, and he was almost at the point where he couldn't hold back his climax. He felt his balls spasm, and that was it.

"Look out, Chrissy, aaaagggghhhhh!" he roared.

Chrissy had ignored everything else he said and she ignored this. The result was, she got a faceful of jizz. All of a sudden Gene's cock was exploding right before her eyes, and thick globs of come were jetting out to splatter all over her face. Laughing, she licked all around her mouth to get as much of his come as she could. She discovered that she really got off on the taste.

"Mmmmmm, uummmmm," she cried.

"Awwwww, Jesus!" Gene groaned.

He was coming like crazy as he watched his jizz hit the girl's face and saw her licking it up.

It was a very kinky scene for a man of his experience. Finally he slumped back, feeling like he'd shot ten gallons of come. He shivered as Chrissy used her hot little tongue to clean the head of his cock. It made him wonder about her innocence.

"Hey, brat," he said, "where'd you learn to give head?"

"To do what?" Chrissy said innocently.

"To do what you're doing," Gene said, "licking my cock, eating my come, stuff like that. How'd you learn it?"

Chrissy snickered. "Promise you won't tell?" she asked.

"Promise," Gene said.

"I spied on people," Chrissy admitted.

"Twice today I saw people getting it on, so I watched what they did. I even saw daddy making it with Marlene."

"Aha!" Gene exclaimed, "so that's what this is all about."

"What do you mean?" Chrissy said.

"Never mind, honey," he smiled as he eased her down on the mat, "let's just say that I understand. Now I'm gonna bring you off one more time and that's it, understood?"

"Yes, Uncle Gene," she said eagerly.

He crawled between her thighs, and she felt his hot breath fanning her pussy. She gave an eager squeal as she realized he was going to go down on her. His big hot tongue began to lash the swollen flesh of her slit, and it felt fantastically good. She gurgled in ecstasy and creamed allover his big lapping tongue.

"0oooooo, yeah, Uncle Gene, I love that!" she cried.

Gene figured she would. It was just the thing to satisfy a horny virgin. He understood now why she was suddenly so interested in sex and so eager to lose her cherry. She had competition for her dad's affections, and she didn't like it one bit. Chrissy was out to prove herself as a female. She wanted to be as sexy as Marlene Vickers.

Gene was sorry he couldn't help her out, but the whole scene felt too incestuous for his taste. Besides, he was having an affair with a cast member, and she was due at his trailer any minute now. He had to get

Chrissy satisfied and on her way. He found the throbbing button of her clit and began to lash it hard and fast with his big wet tongue.

Chrissy let out a piercing shriek of delight and fed him a huge burst of tangy cream.

"0ooooo, shit, it's so good," she cried.

She closed her eyes tight, blotting out everything else. She was conscious only of the hot blasts of ple~ure that radiated from her joy button as Gene tongued it expertly. The sensations were heavenly, and once again she wished they never had to end. But she was very horny today, after all the stimulating sights she'd seen, and it wasn't long before she was hovering on the verge of another body-rocking climax.

"Unnnhhhh, shit, unnnhhhh, I'm gonna come," she moaned.

That was just what Gene was hoping for, and he knew how to speed things along. He jammed his lips onto her violently throbbing clit and began to suck her off. Chrissy screamed and almost flew off the mat.

The pleasure was incredible, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It built and built in her pussy till she just couldn't hold it all in. There was a huge explosion in her clit that flamed out to engulf all of her.

"Ahhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, whaaahhh!" she howled.

Gene breathed a big sigh of relief. His girlfriend Marsha was due in about one minute, and he didn't want to be caught sucking off the producer's teenage daughter. Not only that, but Chrissy was turning him on like crazy, and he just didn't know how much longer he could control himself around her.

He made a firm resolve not to be alone with her for the rest of the summer.

"There, brat," he said as she finished coming, "get dressed and get your ass out of here. I've got a date."

Chrissy could tell from his voice that there was no point in arguing with him. If she wanted to lose her cherry, she'd have to find another man.