D Abby - The juvenile casting couch

Pat was just following his normal routine, as much as any sex act could be called routine. His cock was sucked, he lapped cunt and his prick got hard again, they fucked, then they sixty nined. He liked doing it that way. His prick was so sensitive that first time that he wouldn't last very long anyhow. Lapping cunt was a fun way to get your prick hard again. Now he could last long enough to make the girl come when they fucked. If his asshole was licked he got hard again and was ready for a nice slow sixty nine.

He couldn't dream up a better scenario. He wondered if his father would write it that way if he were writing a screenplay? He was pretty close to his father and he talked to him about some things in the last couple of months that he hadn't thought he could, but there was no way he could ask him about this.

Pat ran his tongue over Shirley's clit. Shirley massaged his prick head the same way. It was comfortable. There was no urgency. Pat moved his attention to the small section of skin between Shirley's cunt and her ass crack. He licked that and got a satisfactory response in wiggles. Shirley licked around, then sucked Pat's balls to get the same response from him. Anne had been right in what she told Pat. Nobody has to be taught how to please a sex partner. Instinct is a very powerful force when it comes to sex.

Shirley was certainly proving this now. She'd gathered the loose skin under Pat's pisshole into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. Pat did the same thing with Shirley's inner cunt lips. Slow calm sex leads up to hot urgent sex. Particularly when it's practiced by twelve year olds.

Shirley sucked Pat's prick into her mouth and bobbed her head. Pat sucked her clit and massaged with his tongue. Pat's hips moved to meet Shirley's head bobs and Shirley's cunt rubbed all over Pat's face. He sank his tongue between the tight pink inner cunt lips and flicked it like a snake. Shirley had hold of Pat's hips and rubbed her tongue on the underside of his prick as she held his prick as far into her mouth as she could get it.

Pat was holding on to Shirley's hips too. His tongue massaged her cunt. Shirley's clit rubbed against his chin. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack and tickled her asshole. Shirley followed suit. She pressed a finger against Pat's asshole and it slid in. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; she nursed a load of cum out of Pat's balls as her own body shuddered with massive orgasms. The action slowed down and stopped.

Pat's limp prick slipped out of Shirley's mouth and he switched positions again in order to hug and kiss her. They lay in each other's arms and they almost dozed off. There was a tap on the door.

"Your mother will be calling to find out how come you aren't home for dinner, Pat."

The kids scrambled into their clothes. Anne was waiting downstairs and Pat blushed when he saw her. It was embarrassing to have someone else in the house knowing what you were doing in the bedroom. He'd have to get used to that. Coming to think of it, he'd jerked off listening to his parents do things before they moved from Chicago. Did they know he was listening. It didn't seem to bother them that he could hear what they were doing. He would have to think about that.

The Oscars came. The movie swept up every Oscar that fitted the category. A major surprise was that Pat didn't win best child actor, he won best actor. Sue took best actress. The picture took both best supporting actress and actor. In addition there was best production, best script, best directing, best editing, and even the best score.

Pat had another round of notoriety that he didn't like but handled rather well. He still made an appearance each month on a talk show. His love life was centered on Shirley but it wasn't exclusive by any means. He continued with Sarah and had occasional meetings with Sue and Alice.

In late spring they got a call from Johnny. Could they have a meeting after school the next day. He had about five offers for the summer movie. He had one that wasn't the best money offer by far, but it was the most interesting one. The screenplay was better than any of the others. Most of the scripts were bad copies of the movie Pat had starred in. This one was sort of a family situation comedy. There were allusions to sex, of course, but without any of the moral questions raised in Pat's previous film. This wouldn't be the world beater his last one had been but it was a solid script. There were other things that might interest them about it too.

Pat and Sean arrived at Johnny's office and found Sue waiting for them. She was interested, it would be a change of pace for her. Her last five movies had all been heavy dramatic productions. This one was light, something on the order of the old play Kiss and Tell.

The same team was producing it and Dick was scheduled to direct. Pat was offered a million dollars, but not as good a bonus clause as the last one. Dick and Sue both insisted that Sean be the principle writer. Was Sean free? Were they interested?

Pat beamed. He wouldn't have to do some of the things that he did in that last one. He would be playing with Sue again and that was marvelous. Sean wanted to see the script first.

No problem, he could take it home, read it through, and let them know by the end of the week. Sue had read the script and thought it was a good start but Sean, with the help of Pat's natural sense of a twelve year olds reactions, could make it great.

Sean took two copies of the script so Pat could read it too. They got home and each of them sat down in the family room and started to read. They were so buried in the script that Robin had to turn out the light in the family room to get them to stop reading and eat dinner.

They had dinner and both of them returned to reading the script. Sean finished first and agreed with Sue's appraisal. It did need some touching up. He waited for Pat to finish reading it. Pat was mumbling to himself as he got to the end.

"All right, Pat, what's the matter. Let's see if we come up with the same problems."

"Gee, Dad, I like the story, but Kenny doesn't act right half the time."

"Well so far we're in agreement, although I didn't think it was that bad. I thought only about ten percent of his lines didn't ring true. What do you think we have to do with it."

"Gosh, I know how some things should change to make them right, but some things just don't sound right and I don't know what's wrong with them either. I'd like to try what I did with Sue on the other movie, but, it wouldn't be just Sue and me. We'd have to have Kenny's father and the boy and girl next door in on it too. It'll be harder to handle that the last one was."

"I'll call Sue. When she's on the line, you get on the extension and we'll see what she has to say."

Pat went to the kitchen extension and Sean got Sue on her private number right away.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I like it but Pat has some reservations."

"Good, I was hoping he would."

"He doesn't think he can handle the problems just working with the script. He's on the line and wants to talk to you."

"Fine, what's the problem, Pat?"

"Well, Sue, remember how we would do a scene and I would feel what was right or wrong?"

"Sure, we did more improvisation with that script than I've done in years. You mean, just reading the script, you know something's wrong but you don't know how to correct it?"

"Uh, yeh, I guess that's what I'm trying to say."

"Whoopy, Pat, I love you! I was hoping you'd say something like that. I'm going to have fun doing this movie. We have a real cast of professionals set for this show. Let me get in touch with Dick. I'm going to see if we can have a week or two before shooting where all the leads get together and we work our way through the whole script and rewrite it as we go."