Tera Patrick - Sinner Takes All

Competition for the cover aside, the vibe on the set was very festive and exciting. Everyone got along great, and no one caused drama. The final shot of the day was the big group orgy shot where all twelve of us were stark-naked, lying on a big bed together with all of our arms and legs intertwined. They placed Jenna next to me and as we were figuring out how to pose together, Jenna said to me, “Wow, someone’s got long legs. Life is so rough.” I smirked, knowing I would be on the cover and she wouldn’t and thought, “Yeah, now life really is rough. Ha!” There was always a friendly fake competition between Jenna and me. I always gathered that she was not happy knowing that I was on the rise.

The excitement of the day got the best of me, and I missed out on my chance to tell Janine how much I loved her. I was such a huge fan of Janine’s, but I was just too intimidated to talk to her. She had such a rock-star attitude and I knew she had dated Vince Neil and was famous for fucking famous musicians. I wanted to get some tips from her, but I was too afraid. She was such a goddess to me.

Even though my Penthouse cover was the February issue and my Playboy cover was the March issue, the two magazines overlapped a bit on the newsstands when they came out and it was the first time any woman was on the cover of both Penthouse and Playboy at the same time. It was quite an accomplishment for me. When Playboy came out, I ran down to my neighborhood newsstand on the corner of Ventura Boulevard and Van Nuys Boulevard in Sherman Oaks, and I lined up all the Playboy magazines and all the Penthouse magazines that I was on the cover of and just stared at them. Finally someone said, “That’s you!”

“Yes, it is!” I was so proud to say.

I was so proud, but my father was even prouder. Before the magazines hit the newsstands, I decided it was time to tell my father what I was really up to. He was about to figure it out soon enough when he saw his daughter on the cover of Playboy with a headline that read SIZZLING PORN STAR PICTORIAL.

I had started to talk to my father again. Due to busy work schedules and living in different cities or states over the years, we would sometimes not talk as much as we should. But he came to visit me at my new place on Dickens Street in Sherman Oaks, one of the nicer cities in the San Fernando Valley, which was another upgrade in my living situation.

Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I told dad very quickly. I said, “Dad, I’ve done some movies.”

“Of course you have,” he said very matter-of-fact.

There was a long pause. I was dumb and naive to think that no one watches porn or knew what I was up to. I told him that I was very happy and that I was making a lot of money and that I was doing it on my own terms. Then he said, “Will you sign a couple of these Playboy s for my friends?” I felt relieved. He was proud to see me on the cover of Playboy . It was the approval I had been looking for my whole life.

“It’s an honor to be in Playboy , honey. I’m happy for you,” he said. “Just be careful. Take care of yourself, and be happy.”

As porn’s It girl, I was getting my freak on when I wanted, where I wanted, and with whom I wanted. My favorite places to shoot and fuck were exotic, remote, faraway lands. Such was the scenario for the Penthouse video Penthouse: Pets in Paradise , which we filmed in tropical Costa Rica in 2001. Penthouse shoots were always so beautiful and tantalizing. This one was a softcore video with fellow porn stars and Pets Sunny Leone and Kyla Cole under the guidance of Nick Guccione, the son of the late great Bob Guccione, who founded Penthouse .

I was in heaven. I was trying to be professional and do my job, but all I wanted to do was have sex in this tropical paradise. It was frustrating for horny ol’ me because the shoot was only softcore—just girl-on-girl scenes with no penetration. It was driving me crazy. But I had a plan to get some satisfaction. I had my eye on the brother of the photographer. He was a blond boy who looked like he was straight off the beaches of California.

During the day, I was shooting with the photographer—a brown-haired guy who was kind of geeky and not exactly my type. We were shooting on an active volcano in the middle of nowhere, with monkeys swinging from tree to tree and the biggest bugs I’ve ever seen in all my life. (I was the perfect porn star to bring into the great outdoors because I grew up hiking, camping, and hunting with my father. I loved being outside.)

So the photographer was shooting me and he kept backing up and backing up farther and farther to get the right angle until finally the mountain gave way and his leg buckled and fell through a hole with hot lava underneath. Everyone freaked out. The shoot stopped. Selfish me was bummed that I had to stop shooting for the day. Nick Guccione and the photographer’s brother had to carry the burn victim off the mountain. He then had to get airlifted to the nearest hospital to be treated for second-degree burns on his leg.

Later on at dinner, we all feasted on fresh fruit, vegetables, and fish in the common dining area of the resort we were staying at, and the photographer excused himself from dinner because he wasn’t feeling well. He was bandaged up from ankle to calf and the doctors had him medicated. I was slowly nursing my glass of white wine and getting a little buzzed and started thinking, “Hmmm. I think he needs a little attention. He’s had a rough day.” So being the horny girl that I am who loves to get fucked in gorgeous green surroundings like this one, I decided to follow the photographer to his room and make my move on him.

Knock! Knock!

“Come in,” he said.

Shocked at the sight of me standing in his doorway he said, "What are you doing here?

“I thought you might need a little resuscitation,” I said in my best porn-star voice. I loved using cheesy lines on guys like that—life was a porn movie to me.

He was lying in bed with his bandaged leg out of the covers and I slowly started to kiss him and took my panties off. I took his hand and put it on my wet pussy. He got hard instantly. I gently started taking his clothes off. I used to be a nurse, so in my mind I was pretending I was a super sexy nurse taking care of a patient. I was very gentle with him because I knew he was in a lot of pain and wouldn’t be able to do much. I did all the work. I climbed on top of him and used him like the sex kitten that I was.

“Wow. I’m having sex with a Penthouse Pet,” he told me.

We had sex for fifteen to twenty minutes before his brother busted in the door. It so happened that they were sharing a room. With the photographer’s cock still inside of me, I turned around when I heard the brother come through the door and I said, “Ooh! Double time!”

“Whoa. What’s going on in here? Is there a party?” the brother, who was a little drunk, slurred.

“Yeah, there’s a party and you’re invited!” I loved playing the porn star.

“No, no, no. You have to leave,” said his brother, lying there under me.

“No, I want you both to stay,” I insisted. The laid-up brother was not too pleased at my idea. But I had never had brothers before and I wanted them both, so I had them both.

I climbed off the photographer and started giving the blond brother a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. We started playing together and I gave him head. The blond brother had a bigger cock, so I was really excited. But the oral sex was too much for him to handle and he came all over my tits before we could fuck. I went back to the brother in bed and tried to finish my job there, but between being interrupted by his brother and being in pain from his injured leg, the photographer never got off. And he was not happy. It kind of ruined the moment for him. I felt bad.