Drizzley Day Directorial Debut
Rainy Days and Video Cameras
The rain pattered against the window, spat out by the bloated black clouds high above. Mikey and Sarah stare out the window, their little faces filled with sadness.
"Awww, it's raining!"
Mikey looks to Sarah, sighing heavily.
"It's raining and there's nothing to do."
Sarah scrunches up her face and purses her lips, hard at thought. An idea occurs to her.
"Hey, you wanna make a movie?"
Mikey grins wide, enthusiasm filling his face.
"I sure do!"
Sarah matches his grin, bobbing up and down in excitement.
"Great, take off your shirt."
Mikey immediately starts to comply, a confused look on his face as he lifts the t-shirt up and over his shoulders. As he tosses it to the floor, Sarah rushes over to the small desk in the corner of the dining room and opens it up. Bending over, her perky bottom nicely outlined in her pants, she produces a large black video camera, hefting it onto her shoulder. Grabbing a tripod from against the wall, she saunters over to Mikey and pushes the camera into his arms.
"Let's use the basement, there's an old mattress down there."
Mikey blinks, his twelve-year old brain not processing what she was planning.
"Sarah, what kind of movie are we making?"
"Gosh Mikey, you sure are dumb some times. My dad watches these all the time--we can make some serious money if we do this right."
The pair carry their equipment down the dark, creaky staircase. Sarah clicks the lights on and sets up the tripod, snatching the camera from Mikey's unsure hands, attaching it to the tripod carefully. The red light blinks on, signifying it is recording. She pulls the mattress away from the wall and carefully sets it up in perfect view of the camera. She beckons Mikey to enter the shot.
Mikey is feeling quite self-concious. He's a portly sort bear, a species quirk that he's always been a little embarrassed about. However, he doesn't want to complain and risk sparking Sarah's ire. She gets ever-so mean when she's mad. He walks onto the bed and gets onto his knees as Sarah directs.
"Ok, now undo your pants."
"W...what?"
Sarah sighs dramatically.
"Stay in character Mikey! Take your pants off and don't talk!"
"O...ok..."
He swallows nervously. His fingers tremble as he undoes the button, slowly easing the zipper down. He tugs the pants to his thighs, his white briefs hugging him quite uncomfortably. His cock stirs beneath the fabric, and he feels even more uncomfortable as Sarah watches him, zooming the camera in and out dramatically. Finding a decent scope, she locks the camera in place and walks on camera.
"Ok Mikey. Now, we're gonna skip all the talking, because nobody likes that. We're just going to assume that you're a plumber or something, and I'm a lonely housewife."
"A...what? Sarah, I'm not a plumber..."
"I know stupid! It's called "acting", alright? Now, you don't need to talk--I'll handle it myself. Just stay in character and remember to keep everything in view of the camera."
Mikey blushes furiously as Sarah pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing a pink training bra. Her breasts are freshly developed, but she's filling the bra out nicely. She's been told by her mother that she'll have a very large bosom once she gets older. Feeling inadequately young at age 13, she just doesn't want to wait that long. Still, she figures she can always adjust the details in editing.
Settling on the bed, she reaches over and runs her fingers down Mikey's chest, ruffling his fur. He gasps sharply, but knows she'll get mad if he speaks. He feels ever-so-uncomfortable as she starts to undo her bra, speaking in a weird, deep voice.
"Mmm, alright big boy...let's get your plumbing checked out..."
The bra falls to the ground, and Mikey stares at the first pair of naked breasts he's ever seen. As if on cue--perhaps eager to perform for the camera--his cock leaps to attention, tenting in his briefs. Sarah reaches out, squeezing it through the fabric, and Mikey gasps.
"Sarah, I'm not so sure we..."
"Should wait? Oh yes, mister plumber (there's a threat to her tone), I can't wait either!"
She starts to peel his underwear down, pushing him onto his back and working his pants off, making sure to wiggle her bottom towards the camera, reaching around to tug her pants a little lower, showing off the curves of her ass, tightly hugged by white cotton panties. She makes a mental note to reshoot this bit with some sexier underwear. Maybe her mom has some, she thinks.
Mikey's cock is of a respectable length, but more impressive is its girth. It's about three inches thick, and Sarah spits on her hand, running it up the throbbing shaft. It needs to glisten, she knows, for the light to catch it. Otherwise, it might get muddied by the shadow effects and not show up as clearly on camera. The rest of the male physique is useless in a film--she knows she has to be the main attraction, but his cock is the centerpiece, pivotal to moving the film forward.
"Now, mister plumber, help a girl out of her pants, would ya?"
She giggles as girlishly as she can muster--a hard trick for a tomboy--and straddles Mikey's hips, thrusting her hips towards him. He blanches, terrified, his traitorous cock waggling against her ass, performing all on its own.
"S-Sarah! It's...it's not allowed!"
Her voice gets low and threatening.
"Mikey, this is not a choice. You will undo my pants, or we are going to have a problem."
His fingers fumble clumsily with her buttons but he manages to get them undone, and slowly inches them down her hips. She raises her butt up, making sure the camera gets a good view of her panties' slow reveal, adding in a few fake moans to intensify the audio. Pants at her knees, she takes Mikey's hand and pushes it against her crotch, whispering under her breath.
"In the movies they always rub it first, so rub it good Mikey. Make it convincing."
"Y-yes maam..."
His fingers roughly dig into the fabric, and a warmth floods over Sarah--unfamiliar, but not unwanted. She sighs softly, her breathing growing heavier, harsher.
"Ain't gonna be a soft piece Mikey, so no real foreplay...quick in and out..."
"In...? Sarah, in what?"
She grins wide and hungry, leaning over Mikey's face, gripping her panties and sliding them down luxuriously for the camera's sake, the curves of her ass coming into view first, followed by her small, but quite wet pussy slit. His cock slaps against it, and Mikey feels a tingle of pleasure run down it.
"In...here...Mikey."
With trepidation, Mikey grabs her hips, steadying her while she grabs his cock, tugging it towards her. She operates by feel, sensing where it feels most natural before leaning back and lowering herself onto him. A thought occurs to her, and, with just the tip of him slipping in her, starts to scoot them around, so that she is facing the camera. A harder task than it would seem, and she absently wonders if the angle of the shot is good enough.
Well, there can always be reshoots. She lowers herself onto his cock, and Mikey cries out in alarmed pleasure. It hurts a bit for Sarah--she bites her lower lip to quell the discomfort down. Her hymen had been broken when she was eight, thanks to an unhealthy interest in horseback riding, so his dick slid into her deep and easy, though Mikey would have to make a point about the extremely tight fit. Sarah feels her first true wave of sexual pleasure launch up her, and she moans--this time, only exaggerating half of it.
"Oh yeah...Mister Plumber, you've got such a big pipe cleaner..."
"S...Sarah, this is...ohh..."
"Yeah, I know (slutty wink, always remember the slutty wink) isn't it just divine? I..."
She pauses, trying to remember how the dialogue went in the movies, distracted by the pulsing shaft digging even deeper inside her, her juices flooding down his pillar of bearmeat. It hits her, along with another wave of disconcerting pleasure.
"I just love a big bear in me!"
Technically, a corner of her mind thinks, that was from a video with two men, but the dialogue did apply to this scenario. She wants a more dynamic show, so she starts to grind up and down Mikey's cock, bouncing a little. Her tits, she laments, are not big enough to bounce, but she grasps them firmly and kneads them, pinching her erect nipples in front of the camera, adding in a number of squealing moans as Mikey starts taking to his role, grasping her rear firmly.
Squeezing her cheeks roughly, kneading them like dough, his hips work on their own, bucking into her to shove his cock in even deeper. He's terribly uncomfortable--it feels so good, he just doesn't know how to react. He'd dealt with the strange hardons he got, but he was always afraid to touch his penis before...he'd never cum on his own.
So, contrary to many virgins, he wasn't going to be having any trouble cumming. Sarah feels his shaft tensing in her, and sighs inwardly. This was going to be a short film. An orgasm jolts her back to reality, and she shudders involuntarily as she cums, allowing herself a few seconds to ride it out, rarely experiencing any sensation so strong. Her mind goes blank, and kicks in a few moment's later when Mikey moans.
"I feel...like I'm gonna pee...I don't wanna..."
"Ain't pee, Mikey. Act...ahhh...act more grown up...you should...know when you...gonna cu...mmmmm!"
She reluctantly pulls herself off him, his penis wobbling indignantly, precum rolling down the sides like wax on a candle. She slides down his legs, looking lustfully at the camera before running her tongue up his shaft, gripping his cock firmly and stroking him off. The movies always ended this way, and she wanted to make sure she got it right. Curiosity took hold, and she peers down at his shaft, curious to see one up close.
Mikey never had a knack for timing, but maybe his right now was quite good. Sarah wouldn't think so later, but others may hold differing opinions, because as she looked down on his cock, his cock decided it had had enough. A spray of cum erupted from his pulsing bearcock, splattering onto Sarah's face with impunity. She gasped in surprise, and Mikey, overcome by some madness inexplicable, grabbed the sides of her head and forced her mouth onto his cum-lathered dick. He bucked his hips once and drained his balls into her mouth, practically screaming in pleasure.
She bounced back up, sitting on her knees, feeling perfectly disoriented, thick rivlets of cum rolling down her face, dripping from her chin. She had swallowed most of it on reflex, and grimaced only a little from the bitter taste, testingly sticking out her cum-covered tongue, panting a bit.
She remembered she was still on camera, and knew the audience needed a closing remark. She did her best to smile at the unblinking, ominous black lens of the camera, and winked a cummy wink.
The battery on the camera died right about then--another example of perfect timing, and Sarah felt a bit too drained to do anything about it right then. She fell onto her back, breathing hard.
Arms wrapped around her, and she felt Mikey snuggling up close, gently kissing her cheek. She pushed him away, scowling.
"What are you doing?"
"I...uh...I felt...like we should cuddle..."
"Cuddle?"
She stands up, groaning in exasperation as she pulls her panties up.
"Jesus Mikey, it's a movie, not a marriage. Get your pants on--I want you upstairs in five minutes to review the tapes. We're going to be spending all day tomorrow doing reshoots, so keep your schedule clear. Oh, and Mikey?"
He blinked at her, lip quivering, feeling almost at the brink of tears.
"Y...yes?"
She grimaced a bit, smirking.
"Start eating more fruit."
THE END...MAYBE.