Jesse had been right - he was now the most famous person at Amberfield. Heads turned and whispers started everywhere he went - and his new wardrobe didn’t help matters.

Whitney had insisted on buying him a new futanari wardrobe, and they’d spent a whole day buying sexy clothes, along with a mountain of specialty lingerie. The fitter was clearly flushed with arousal as she worked, though she maintained as much decorum as she could.

And so Jessi traveled to his half of classes in crop tops and miniskirts, futa cock and balls packed into a sleeved g-string attached to his thigh, or in skin tight yoga gear that left nothing to the imagination. He hadn’t yet worked up the courage to go out in lingerie - or nude, as Whitney kept suggesting.

Jesse just kept his heads down, focused on his work. He was going to be a porn star damnit - he’d been swept up by Whitney’s passion, and now he wanted it as bad as she did. They both dove in head first into production.

“And action!” Ethan stepped back as they started the scene. This was the ‘I’ll love you no matter how you look’ scene. Neither of them were incredible actors, but it didn’t take much actual acting. Whitney just repeated what she’d said to Jessi in the car, and he loved her for it just as much. Then they moved onto the fucking, which they were incredible at. Whitney sat on Jessi’s lovely face as he masturbated, huge futa balls spraying torrents of cum as he cried out beneath her.

“And cut…” Ethan and Benjamin were both stunned at the scene. Jesse grabbed the camera before Benjamin dropped it. “Holy fucking shit guys, that was unbelievable!” They both congratulated the couple, then all five of them watched the playback on Ethan’s TV.

“This will cut together beautifully,” Benjamin mused. “With the doggy style scene and the self-suck scene, we’re damn near done. All we have left is the big gangbang for the finale. Ethan, do we have enough extras?”

“Enough?” Ethan scoffed. “I had to cut off the applications once we hit three hundred. There’s not a guy on this campus that doesn’t want to fuck these two… three… whatever. It’s gonna take me days to pick just eight of them.”

“Why stop at eight?” Jesse spoke without thinking. All eyes turned to him, including his own.

He pressed on. “If we’re doing this, let’s fucking do it. I’ll bet Dr. Lovelace could get us time on a soundstage, and we already have access to the prop closet. What if Whitney and I did twenty guys?”

He turned four eyes to Whitney, who smiled and nodded excitedly. “Fuck yeah, bring em on. Go big or go home!”

Ethan shrugged. “They’re your holes. I’ll start looking at dick pics, you two go butter up Lovelace. Ben, think you can get us a couple extra cameras? We’re gonna need a shitload of coverage.”

“Not a problem - and I’ve got a few buddies who need film credits for class, they’ll help out.”

Ethan stood up, rubbing his hands together. “It’s going to be my masterpiece!”

—

::Twenty dudes at once? That’ll be pretty impressive if you can pull it off.::

Jessi nodded as Jesse made dinner. “Whitney’s put the bug in me - I want us in the big leagues of porn, the First Couple of Fucking. We’re gonna have a mantle filled with AVNs someday.”

::Hell yeah man. You’re jumping in with both feet - the boss likes that.::

Jesse stuck his head up from chopping and he spoke in unison. “Listen man, what’s going on with… all this? Grand Design, the projects, everything. It’s been weeks since my last assignment. What’s this leading to? When does it end?”

The cherub thought about the questions for a long time.

::I’m sorry Jesse, I don’t know, and I couldn’t tell you if I did. The Boss does what she wants, when she wants. Personally, I suspect she’s giving you room to finish your porno. After that…::

He shrugged. ::Who knows?::

Jesse was about to speak, but then Whitney came home with the bread and wine. The screen went black and he shut the laptop.

“Step Six:” Jessi said in his breathy voice. “Settle accounts with Dotty, once and for all.”

—

It took a week to get everything together, but at last Jessi and Whitney stood on the soundstage in their lingerie, surrounded by cameras and 20 naked studs. The stage had been made up as a replica of Ethan’s bedroom, where they’d shot several early sex scenes. It was hot under the stage lights - Jesse wiped their foreheads and touched up their makeup.

Whitney buzzed with excitement and anxiety. “Oh Jesses, this is it, this is it! Our first on-screen gangbang!”

“Our first gangbang, full stop,” Jesse said as he did his eyeliner. “The Homecoming Orgy doesn’t count - we were just participants.”

“What about the gangbang in the workshop?”

Jesse smiled. “Shit, you’re right. But you were the star that time. We’re both taking a few yards of dick this time.”

She nodded, eyes burning with ambition. “You’re goddamn right we are.”

Ethan’s voice boomed from the speakers. “Places people! We’ve got a long night of filming ahead, so remember to stay hydrated and stay lubed. There’s bottles of astroglide tucked all over the place - use them! And remember, if you’re on red team, your cum goes in a hole; if you’re on blue team, it goes on their face. And don’t forget to suck that futa cock! We need footage of each of you working it!”

Ethan stood in front of camera one with the clapper. “Sound!” Then he turned. “Cameras?”

The cameramen each shouted ‘ready!’, Jesse working camera six.

“Ok, shot one is the ring of handjobs, shot two is the studs sucking off Jessi. We’ll set up for next shots after that.” The studs formed a circle around Jessi and Whitney, the pair on their knees in the middle. They kissed for a moment, then started stroking cocks.

Ethan returned to the console, templing his fingers and smiling.

“Let’s shoot this fucker! ACTION!!!”

The shoot went on for hours. Jessi and Whitney took cock after cock in every hole, moaning and sucking and pumping and thrusting and riding. The studs each took a turn sucking Jessi’s futa cock, getting a huge load in the face as their reward. They had to take a break after that - even balls as large and full as Jessi’s need to recover eventually.

Everyone had dinner and washed up, then went back to the handjob circle to get hard again.

Ethan returned to the mic. “Ok studs, you’ve been very patient so far, and this is your payoff. We’re officially moving to cum shots!” A cheer rose up from the group, Whitney sticking fingers in her mouth to whistle. “You know where you’re supposed to cum, so stay focused and hit your marks! Jessi, Whitney, you two make out whenever you can. Really spread the cum around - don’t hesitate to put sticky fingers in each others’ mouths. Once the last stud shoots his load across both your faces, make out like your lives are on the line!”

“ACTION!!”

The gangbang started with gusto, the studs passing Whitney and Jessi around like party favors. The guests of honor sucked and pumped, gasped, moaned, and begged for more. The first stud to bust filled Jessi’s ass, followed by a load to his face a moment later. He scooped a glob into his mouth, and fed a second to Whitney before she turned to suck off the nearest cock.

Whitney got creampied, only for another cock to plunge into her snatch for sloppy seconds. She took two loads to the face, and grabbed Jessi’s hair to give him a filthy tongue kiss.

Each stud’s cock got milked in turn, covering Jessi and Whitney in rivers of cum. As things reached the finale, Whitney whispered into Jessi’s ear. “I have an idea. Just follow my lead.” Two more studs shot across their faces, finishing off the exhausted men.

Whitney grabbed Jessi by the hair, leaned right into his face, eyes mad with lust. “One last cock to suck,” she growled, then dropped down to suck his futa dick. He groaned with feminine desire, and wrapped a hand into her hair to facefuck her. They worked Jessi’s futa cock together for long minutes, and with a final ‘OH FUCK!’ he unloaded into Whitney’s mouth, filling it nearly to the brim. She rose up from her knees, tenderly grasped Jessi’s face and kissed him, cum spilling from between their lips as they shared the delicious load.

“CUT! PRINT! THAT’S A WRAP!” The whole team cheered and clapped, delirious with excitement. Whitney and Jessi stood, laughing and kissing, and Jesse joined them from behind his camera, cum staining his clothes.

“Let’s give it up for our stars - Whitney Choi and Jesses Fisher!” Everyone turned and clapped, whistling and stomping their feet. Whitney started to cry, and Jesses surrounded her in a bear hug.

They washed up and walked home, leaving the cleanup to the crew. Ten minutes after opening the door, all two of them were fast asleep.