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Handsome Goes to College Ch. 01

By: Grouchojim



Everyone depicted in a sex scene is 18 or older.

This is the sequel to Handsome, which can be found on Literotica under Paris Waterman.

Handsome Goes to College deals with the resumption of his porno enterprise and subsequent move to the west coast to expand his film making. 

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Prologue

Monday morning I was sitting in my Geometry class, killing time watching the teacher, Miss Felez, a twenty-three year-old redhead from Costa Rica.

I had heard the grapevine rumors that Miss Felez and the physics teacher had a thing going, but it was only a rumor. Mr. Theodore was hardly a stud, and probably ten years older than her. But from what I knew about women, that meant next to nothing.

My boredom dropped away like an autumn leaf as Miss Felez moved from behind her desk and began to pace back and forth in front of the class. Her thighs were flashing out from under her miniskirt and I was certain that her very appearance was another school board prohibition. 

Teachers were required to be staid, and not given to any conduct that might affect our youthful hormone driven minds.

In my hormone driven mind, this Latin beauty was playing numerous roles in the next few films Hayley and I put together; of course I would be playing the male lead alongside her.

My daydream was interrupted when I realized that two huge men were standing next to my desk. I looked up; they were at least the size of NFL defensive linemen.

"Aubrey Morgenthall," one said ominously, "You are under arrest." He followed with what I believe to have been a Miranda warning. I was told to stand, and did. I was handcuffed with my hands behind my back and marched out of the school.

I saw two police cars, and what I assumed was Hayley's head in the back of the lead car. I was ushered into the second car, and taken to the local precinct, and then fingerprinted, photographed and taken to a cell and left there.

I knew I had the right to a phone call and at the first opportunity asked permission to make it. The guard laughed in my face and walked away.

That's when the fear hit me. I had been arrested for making the films. 

Eventually I got to make my call. And, while it seemed like years, it was only two hours before my mother showed up with a lawyer in tow.

There was a sequence of "what have you done?" And "why did you do it?"

From my mother, but before I could answer, the lawyer told me to remain quiet and not say a word until he had advised me as to what was going on.

"You've been arrested for making films involving the use of minors performing sexual acts, plain and simple, Child Pornography."

"But that's not true!"

"Doesn't matter, if you were present when a minor and by the way, that would include yourself... performed any sexual act, then you're involved in Child Pornography. To be specific and I need to be specific for your benefit, Aubrey, the law reads as follows: 'any visual depiction, including any photograph, film, video, picture, or computer or computer-generated image or picture, whether made or produced by electronic, mechanical, or other means, of sexually explicit conduct where: (A) the production of such visual depiction involves the use of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct. (B) Such visual depiction is, or appears to be, of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct.© Such visual depiction has been created, adapted, or modified to appear that an identifiable minor is engaging in sexually explicit conduct. (D) Such visual depiction is advertised, promoted, presented, described, or distributed in such a manner that conveys the impression that the material is or contains a visual depiction of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct.'"

He shuffled some papers and resumed talking to me. "The DA more than likely has one or more films with you in them, or you wouldn't be here. We don't know yet, but will by tomorrow. They also arrested a young lady from your school..."

"Hayley!" I blurted.

"Yes, that's her name... last name is..." He was thumbing through a sheaf of paper, "For distributing said films, and have warrants out for the arrest of several other individuals, whom we know next to nothing about."

"Never mind," I said, then turned to my mother and apologized for causing her all this trouble.

"Aubrey, we want to get you out of here, and will..." She said and started to cry.

The lawyer, whose name I didn't get at the time, interrupted her. "We can't get bail today. They're deliberately holding you over night. In the morning they'll take you in front of the judge and we'll be there will bail money. That will get you home until the trial. But you're here for the night. I must warn you not to talk with anyone about your problem. Someone, either a guard or another prisoner may try talking to you. Best advice, don't talk back. Be Silent John for the night and until we bail you out tomorrow."

"Why can't I talk to anyone?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be the first time someone befriended a prisoner and then turned around and testified against them for favors in their own sentencing. Further, they have been known to lie about what was said. So keep that mouth closed, got it?"

I nodded, and a minute or so later, after hugging my mother, they left me there alone and scared to death.

Needless to say it was a long, sleepless night. I worried more about Hayley than myself, for reasons I no longer remember. 

I was given breakfast at seven, and then, wearing an orange jump suit and leg-irons, marched into court. I saw my mother and my lawyer, whose name I then learned was Smathers.

The judge told me I was charged with a total of 23 crimes, of which the only one I remembered was Child Pornography. 

My attorney jumped in, and plead me not guilty. I was released to my mother after bail was posted with the strict admonition that I was not to contact Hayley or Janet, or a Mrs. Teannel.

It took me a few seconds before I realized that Mrs. Teannel was non-other than Claire, with whom I'd made our first hour length feature. That meant they (the prosecution) had our first three tapes. I shuddered thinking it would only get worse when the others surfaced.

I was given my clothing back and left the courthouse only to be besieged by three television news crews, and a dozen or so reporters, all screaming questions at me and taking videos and pictures from the moment I walked out the door until I closed the car door behind me.

My mother just about ignored me when we got home, so I went to my room and started to call Hayley, only to hang up after remembering what the judge had warned me about. All they need to do is check our phone record and they'll know I called her, I thought. 

A moment later my phone rang, and I answered. "Hello?"

"It's me," Hayley said.

"You calling from your own phone?"

"Fuck no! Think I'm stupid? I bought a clean cell. I'll be quick. My father has just hired a high powered attorney..."

"That's great you're going to need one, I..."

"Shut up! He's going to represent all of us. Well maybe not Claire, she's over twenty-one and will have to fend for herself."

"I have an attorney..."

"I know, shut up and listen, will you?"

"Okay."

"This guy costs a fortune. Fortunately my dad is loaded and doesn't want my name, or his besmirched... that's his word, not mine. This guy went to school with the judge. Not the one we saw today. The one we'll be facing at the trial.

Don't ask me how I know, I just know. The thing is my guy can pull strings your guy doesn't know exist. The thing is everyone in our videos is of legal age. I'm told they think otherwise and that's what all the fuss is about. We'll get off with a slap on the hand, and we'll most likely get to keep our money. 

Oh, that's another thing. Tell no one about the money. We're still considered kids. Our story is that we were taken advantage of."

"By whom?" I asked.

"Who the fuck knows? We just were - that's all."

"Okay. What do I tell my mom?"

"Nothing. You don't know anything. Just go with the flow. I've talked to this guy, and that's what he told me to tell you."

And that's what I did. Two days later my mother called me downstairs and told me the good news. We had a fancy attorney taking over our case. Mr. Smathers had advised Mom to allow this gentleman, a Mr. Craft, to take over for him. He also told her that Mr. Craft was already engaged and paid for by Hayley's father. This meant that our legal costs, some $84,000, for which Mom had mortgaged our home, had vanished. 

Mom was elated on that count, but petrified that I might be sent off to prison and be labeled a sex offender for the remainder of my life.

What actually happened was this: the principal pieces of evidence, i.e. the three videos, mysteriously disappeared from the police storage center. 

This is not all that unusual, although the DA certainly thought so. Seized drugs have a long history of wandering off, before, during and after trial of drug peddlers. The Chief of Police chalked it up to some horny cop, or cops who wanted to watch the tapes, and who had then destroyed the evidence rather than risk getting caught returning them.

Even at eighteen I knew better than that. Mr. Craft had paid someone to remove and either destroy the tapes or give them to him and he destroyed them. 

We were all released to go on with our lives. Janet left town to live with an aunt in Michigan, Mrs. Teannel went back to work as if nothing had happened, and as far as she was concerned nothing did. Well, she did happen to marry a police lieutenant a few months later, I suspect he got to view that particular tape, and to this day wonder if he was the one who made the tapes disappear

Even so, there were repercussions I hadn't counted on. Hayley was transferred to a private school in Vermont, several hundred miles away, against her wishes.

I was no longer welcome at my high school, and had to transfer to Rutherford B. Hayes, where I spent most of my time avoiding Dreamer and his friends.

My mom's fiancée broke off their engagement, claiming the relationship was bad for his business. My mom was distraught and eventually sold our house and we moved to Cincinnati.

I finished my senior year there without going out for football, and probably because of that I remained just the new kid in town.

Even so, there were repercussions I hadn't counted on. Hayley was transferred to a private school in Vermont, several hundred miles away, against her wishes.

I was no longer welcome at my high school, and had to transfer to Rutherford B. Hayes, where I spent most of my time avoiding Dreamer and his friends.

My mom's fiancée broke off their engagement, claiming the relationship was bad for his business. My mom was distraught and eventually sold our house and we moved to Cincinnati.

I finished my senior year there without going out for football, and probably because of that I remained just the new kid in town.

I enrolled at the University of Cincinnati and walked on to the football team, made it, and became the fourth string quarterback. I was second string before leaving school, but there's no sense in getting ahead of myself. 

Chapter 1: Picking up where I left off...

While not a really well-known school, the U of C had roughly 40,000 students enrolled, 60% of who were female. I loved the odds. Some of the more well-known alumni from the school are: Kathleen Battle, opera singer; Thomas Berger, author of Little Big Man, George Clooney, Movie Actor; Cris Collinsworth, Sports commentator, former NFL player; Greg Cook, former NFL Quarterback; Sandy Koufax, Hall of Fame baseball pitcher; and Oscar Robertson, one the best basketball players ever.

I found life on the campus itself interesting and the sex life there probably higher than many other colleges; at least as far as I can ascertain years after graduating. The same cannot be said for the rest of Cincinnati. 

Although I remove myself from the following comments, as I had my early education in having sex with women here thanks to my Aunt Nicole.

Forbes Magazine recently rated 40 of the nation's singles scenes by city, and Cincinnati came in 40th - out of 40. Columbus, Detroit, Indianapolis, Louisville and Pittsburgh all ranked higher. The author called Cincinnati "bland" and "inoffensive" and described us as eating at Applebee's in our "good sweatpants."

It's a sad scene, a tense scenario, but it's mostly true. Many voices speaking on the Cincinnati singles scene have expressed frustration with the area's "meetability" factor, and the swarm of engaged and married couples. 

Many young people are dismayed, as well, with the Cincinnati cliques, defined by two categories: place of employment and high school attended.

It's a fact newcomers learn quickly: The scene bubbles with an annual crop of Proctor & Gamble new hires and groups of old high school friends. 

The former group meets initially through company events and work. Then, once they're done with P&G events, they travel en masse to Main Street, art parties and, most visibly, the sports leagues. Much is the same with other major companies in Cincinnati, but the P&G new hires definitely engulf the scene.

The latter group is the tougher case to crack, since many of these Cincinnatians have known each other since age 14. They tend to flock to local bars and aren't as welcoming to new faces, unless you're introduced by a friend.

Not only are these two young groups frustrating for new Cincinnatians, but they get old for the people inside them, too. The end result is a lot of people who want to meet new people, but are too comfortable with their current situation. And the cycle continues...

Yet Forbes, in another article, cited Cincinnati as "Best City for Nightlife," with restaurants, coffee shops, bars and nightclubs open late in neighborhoods like Mount Adams, Clifton and Hyde Park.

But I've certainly had successful relationships. I think it's all about perspective. Then again, I was in college, and college is... well, different hormone wise. And, the way I see it, if you're going out, why wouldn't other people like you be going out, too? And they are, especially the ladies.

Fact: My third day on campus, I returned to my dorm room after football practice tired and sore from the long workout, climbed into my bed and fell asleep. Sometime later, I awoke with a start, half sitting up in the darkness. My eyes were utterly unaccustomed to the gloom, but I could feel rather than see the warm presence in my bed.

There was a quiet whisper in the dark. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..."

Well maybe not, but she sure as hell had a hand on my dick; warm and soft, gently stroking me closer and closer to orgasm. I was almost ready to pop.

"That's okay, that's okay," I grunted, and settled back onto my bed as if this was an everyday, or night experience.

This wasn't the first unannounced visitor I'd ever had to join me in the middle of the night, although I hadn't expected anyone, and had little idea of just who my feminine visitor was. I ran a hand over her smooth back and down her left flank, and heard her purr. 

She was wearing a light sweater and Capri's or something similar.

"This is really wonderful," she breathed moments later.

"Is it?" I said.

"Yeah, it's so cozy."

"Yeah," I said, "It is cozy. Y'know, if you keep playing with me like you are, I'm gonna come all over you," I whispered.

"Really?" Her giggle was low, and almost liquid in the semi-darkness. I still had no idea who she was.

"Is that so bad? I just wanna make you feel good..."

But from the rough manner in which she was handling me I realized she was inexperienced at the job.

Still, she crawled up until her lips were level with mine, and kissed me while giving my dick a hard squeeze and then pumping it in her fist.

"You like?"

"Hell yeah, I like. Who are you?"

"Guess," she giggled.

"Well, there are other things I like too, and if you're not going to let me sleep we may as well give them a try."

"Oh! Wow! Um, what did you have in mind?"

I grinned in the darkness. "Ever been eaten out before?"

"Uh, I don't think so," she said uncertainly. "What is it, exactly?"

"What, being eaten out?" She had me at a loss. Didn't she know what I meant?

"It's when I, well, uh... Tell you what. Let go of me and I'll demonstrate, okay?"

"Okay." Her fist released my penis, and I immediately rolled her over onto her back and began kissing my way down her body, pausing for a few luxuriant sucks at her huge nipples underneath the sweater before making my way down lower.

"Ohhhh," she moaned when I squeezed her right breast. "That feels so GOOD!"

"If you like that," I whispered in her ear before licking it and sucking on the lobe. "You'll love what comes next!"

"They didn't tell me about this part!" she moaned, and seemed to have trouble catching her breath.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"Oh... I can't tell you!"

"Bet I can make you tell me," I said before sucking her ear into my mouth and humming a little song.

"Like that?"

"God, yes!"

"Let's get those pants off you," I said and found the zipper at the base of her spine and pulled it down.

"Wait! You can't..."

"Sure I can... now's where's that last button?"

"I... I... I don't know..."

But I had those Capri's down to her knees and left them there and shoved my face into her panty-covered crotch and gently bit her outer labia.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

"Like that?"

"No! No! No!"

I spit into her crotch, thoroughly saturating the gusset, then licked her dampen cunt. Then pulled my face to the side and asked, "You don't like this?"

"I... yes... but I..."

"They didn't tell you how good it was?" I was more than curious as who they were, but that could wait. I'd find out eventually.

"No... but they never..."

"It gets better when those panties come off."

"No... I... I..."

"C'mon, admit it. You've never been this hot before, have you?"

"No, but..."

I gave another suck to her panty-covered crotch and she groaned, "Oh... you can't mean it!"

"Mean what?"

"You can't really want to lick me down THERE!"

It's terribly nasty. It smells terribly and..." Her breath caught in her throat. She took a deep breath and tried again. "It's not too..." Her voice died again.

I kept licking and sucking away at her center.

When she finally spoke, it was in a different tone altogether. "Oh... Jesus! What am I going to do?"

"Get rid of the panties, why don't you?"

"Oh... yeah... Okay!"

With one of those feminine motions that have beguiled men from the first day after Creation, she deftly peeled her wet panties off and flipped them into the dark.

A passing car's headlights lit the room momentarily and I saw her pussy lips, neat, symmetric, and oozing moisture.

"You're beautiful down here," I told her. "You smell divine too, nothing nasty about you at all." 

I drove my tongue between her outer lips to caress the entrance to her cunt. Back and forth, back and forth between them, listening all the while to her nonstop commentary.

"Oh! Oh! Heavenly! Don't stop, PLEASE don't stop! It feels like I'm burning up, I'm hot and cold; I'm shaking all over, Oh, gentle Jesus! OH! OH! What is that you're licking? More! More, oh, yes, oh, please don't stop!"

I didn't, I couldn't. But still, I added my fingers to the equation, slipping one into her wet hole and caused her to bite her tongue.

"Ouch!"

"What happened?"

"Bit my tongue."

"Don't do that again."

"Sorry, I won't," she replied, and we both laughed at her silly apology.

In a soft whisper, she said, "They can hear us."

Just as quietly I said, "Can they?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to jerk you off without waking you."

"But you didn't."

"No, you woke up."


Handsome Goes to College Ch. 01



"Maybe I was already awake and waiting for you."

"What! No way!"

"Really? What if it were?"

"Those fuckers..."

"Hey, you're here. I'm here. Let's do it!"

"Yeah! Let's do it!" Her voice rose up from a whisper to a shout, "Fuck you bastards, setting me up!"

I had no idea if someone was actually listening or even watching us. Nor did I care one way or the other. She was in my bed, had given me a boner, and I was about to eat her out, and it was going to be a first for her. It also occurred to me that this one, whoever the hell she was, was a virgin; a double plus for the evening by my way of counting.

"Lift up your sweater," I said, and she did, and I went after her tits with a vengeance.

"God, that's good!" She exclaimed, "But maybe you should stop. My breasts are getting sore and..."

Reluctantly, I accepted her logic. Nodding my acceptance, I moved down her stomach, planting kisses everywhere while she shrieked delightedly.

I raised her legs and beheld her coral treasure, coated with her succulent juices. Parting her folds with two fingers, I sent my tongue slithering between them and heard her gasp, as her body arched off the bed from heels to head and I was forced to ride her like a cowboy rides a bucking bronco.

Moreover, I managed to keep my tongue in her hole for much longer than the mandatory 8 seconds the cowboy does at the rodeo. She moaned, shrieked, and gasped, her clutching hands buried in my mop of long dark hair, holding me in place as she spent and spent again.

Finally, I let go of her, and she collapsed sobbing onto the bed, her body soaked in a thick film of sweat.

"Oh, God, oh, God, I love you, oh, Jesus... that was so, so BEAUTIFUL!"

I crawled back up to join her, and hugged her hard, and she buried her face in my hair and cried.

"Hey now, hey now. Don't cry. You've had the last laugh on those fuckers that sent you in here. Don't you think?" I was trying to sooth her, and began stroking her hair, whispering, "Hush, now, don't cry."

"I'm not crying..."

"I beg to differ, you are crying."

But they're happy tears, not sad tears..."

"Oh, that makes it okay then... I guess."

That made her laugh, and I joined her.

"When and if you're ready, I'd appreciate if you'd tell me how they set us up, and why."

She sniffed several times, and then said, "Yeah, I will."

"And while you're at it, what's your name?"

"Francine... my name's Francine, but everyone calls me Frannie."

"Hello, Frannie, I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Me too," she sniffed.

"And so is Herm."

"Herm?"

"Yeah, that's my dick's name, Hermie."

She sniffed again and began to laugh. "Hello, Herm, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Ah, but you really haven't met him properly."

"Huh... I don't... OH!"

"Fran, are you a virgin?"

"Um, yeah..."

"You're choice, and I mean it. You can lose it or not. No pressure, but you are here and so am I.

"I don't know, you know... it's..."

"I understand. You didn't plan on it happening this way. All I'll say about it this, I know you enjoyed what I just did, and if you let me take your cherry I can promise you'll enjoy the hell out of it. On the other hand, if you let some guy get you drunk and screw you in a bathroom or a backseat, you may lose that cherry, but probably won't enjoy it, and worse, you'll think back about tonight and what might have been."

"I want you to fuck me. But don't hurt me, promise me that."

"I promise. I won't hurt you, Fran."

"Frannie. I hate Fran."

"Okay, Frannie."

I kissed her then, tenderly and slowly worked my tongue into her mouth, then licked her tongue when it decided to join in the fun. I also recalled that she had bitten it earlier, and was especially tender when coming into contact with it.

"Take my cock in your hand again, Frannie."

She did, jerking it up and down as she had earlier. I took a moment to provide her with some basic instructions on the handling of the male instrument, and she caught on immediately, giving me a first class hand job in short order.

Next I gave her a short lesson in giving a blow job, and again she proved a worthy student of fellation.

I engaged her in a short, but rousing version of 69, and when she was wet and roaring to go, mounted her and eased into her without a hitch. Her cherry popped (not that I heard it) and after a little groan, I worked my dick deeper into her and we established a common rhythm that had her shuddering in anticipation of her forthcoming climax.

Frannie came, and I waited for her to calm down and started again.

"Was it all that bad?" I asked.

"It was lovely!" she answered. I can't believe how wonderful it was... is!"

I gave her the old rat-a-tat-tat machinegun stroke and elicited a comforting, "OH! OH! OH!" from her. I paused, then went at her again, just as hard and got her to come again.

I kept pumping and came myself, and I believe she came with me. Moments later, Fannie moaned and called my name. "Aubrey?"

"Yes, Frannie?"

"I can't feel my legs."

"Could be you've had too many orgasms... here, let me..."

"I... I don't know. I feel mostly wonderful, but not feeling my..."

I dove between her legs and took her clit between my teeth and nipped it.

"JESUS H. CHRIST!" Frannie screamed, heaving herself up and away from me.

"Swing those legs for me, Frannie."

She did, and both of us laughed with relief that no paralysis had occurred.

"So how did you enjoy losing your cherry?"

"You were right. It was wonderful, and I have to thank you."

"Now that that's past, who put you up to this in the first place?"

"Um, I'm trying to join this fraternity and..."

"Guy or girl?"

"Both. This girl, Jenny Smith and her boyfriend, Gary Lockman..."

I knew Gary, he was the first string fullback, and a practical joker. I hadn't thought he was that much of a joker, and wondered what he and his girlfriend thought about my turning the tables on them. I was about to find out.

Apparently, Gary and Jenny had been listening at the door, then opened it to get a peek at us at things progressed beyond their expectations, and then one of them lost their balance causing the two of them to fall into the room.

"Hi Gary, and you must be the lovely, Jenny. Did you enjoy the entertainment we provided?"

Frannie had one hand to her mouth in surprise and then covered her breasts with the other, forgetting that her cunt was exposed.

"It was a gag, Morgenthall, that's all."

"Was it?"

"Just a gag," he said repeating himself.

I saw that Jenny couldn't take her eyes off my cock which was coming to life again.

"You sent this girl here to jerk me off as a gag?"

Frannie realized her vagina was viewable, and pulled a sheet, or part of it, over her legs and waist.

"Like I said," Gary said, "she's just a freshman and..."

"I'm a freshman, Gary."

"That's not the same. You're on the football team. That's different."

I decided to ignore him for the time being and addressed Jenny. "Like what you see, Jenny?"

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at my cock since you... fell into the room."

She had the good grace to be embarrassed.

"I... I didn't..."

"Get over here and suck it!' I said as forcefully as I could. To my amazement, she came to the bed and climbed up, knelt between my legs and took my springy dick in her right hand, gave it a kind of trial jerk, then brought it to her mouth.

But, deciding to tease her, I took it away and rubbed the head over her face while Jenny went to great extremes in attempting to capture it in her mouth. 

Finally I allowed her the honor and she gave me a reasonably good blowjob before I turned her around, pulled off her shorts, yanked her panties to one side and stuck it up her hairy cunt. 

She came in near record time. I kept at her. She came again, and I pulled out of her, held my slimy cunt juice covered cock out for Frannie to see and asked her if she wanted to do it again.

Frannie spread her legs apart so fast that Jenny fell halfway off the bed. 

Gary moved toward her with his hardon exposed, but I held up a hand and said. "Watch, but don't touch. Jerk off if you have too, but I'll kick the shit out of you if you even think about fucking anyone in this room."

He took me at my word and jerked off as I fucked Frannie again. I had one of those perpetual hardons and she came long before I was ready to and I pulled Jenny back onto the bed, and with Frannie lay out alongside us, fucked her silly until I filled her with my release.

I was off and running... again.



Handsome Goes to College Ch. 02



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*****

My Gemini Adventures

The first semester was progressing nicely enough for me. The most significant differences between High School and college were: a) in college the teachers told you what the assignments were to study and it was up to you whether you did so or not. And b) you were on your own. Parents, or in my case, my mother, was at home. 

I lived in an apartment, or dorm on campus. My sophomore year I would be permitted to live off-campus. I expected that to be an improvement, but it really didn't matter. I had all the freedom I needed.

As I mentioned earlier, football took up a good deal of my time. Practice seemed to dominate my life until the season started, then as the third string quarterback, I scrimmaged almost daily and traveled with the team for the away games, but that was about it. I had always been a good, conscientious student and my grades remained in the realm of A to A+.

A week after deflowering Frannie and making another good friend in Jenny, Jenny called to invite me to a dance her fraternity was having off-campus that Saturday night.

"I've been talking to the girls here and they're dying to meet you, Aubrey. Please say you'll come."

"Can I count on you for a blowjob?"

"Eewwe! You're sooo fresh!"

"Well?"

"I guess so. But what if one of the other girls wants to service you that way?"

"Maybe I'll make her fight you for the privilege."

We laughed together, and she said, "You are sooo nasty!"

"Maybe, but you have to admit I can make a girl cum, can't I?"

There was a pause on the line then Jenny admitted that I was certainly very capable in that department. I agreed to come to their dance and she provided the address and directions. I wasn't asked to bring any other guys, and that was fine with me.

"I should warn you that if I get into the game I might be banged up and unable to, um, how can I put it delicately? I guess perform is the word I want."

"You'll be able to perform. We'll see to that," Jenny giggled. I heard other girls giggling and laughing in the background, but didn't say anything.

"So Saturday night then. I'll see you then, Jenny."

"Oh, you made me sooo horny, Aubrey!"

"Grab your vibrator and play with yourself."

"You are sooo nasty!"

She seemed to say that every other sentence, so I added, "Or have one of your fraternity girls do it for you." That did it. I heard several girls shriek with delight and I hung up while I was ahead.

*****

Saturday afternoon both the starting QB and his backup suffered injuries that took them out of the game with the Memphis Tigers. I ran onto the field late in the third quarter trailing 28 to 0. 

I got lucky on the first play from scrimmage when the Memphis defensive end hit me after I'd released a hopeless pass. That gave us a first down at mid-field. I ran two running plays for eight yards and hit the tight-end for the first down. We were on their 41 yard line, and feeling lucky, I ignored the coaches' call for an off-tackle run and passed, hitting the wide-receiver for a thirty yard gain. 

It was now first and ten from the eleven. What could they do to me for disobeying? Put the injured quarterback back in the game? There was no fourth string that I knew off.

I tried two running plays that only netted us three yards. They called on me to pass. I would have if anyone had been open in the short time frame available. Seeing no one, in desperation, I tucked the ball under my arm and hit the small hole that opened in front of me. The tight-end came from nowhere and decked the outside linebacker. That was all I needed and I burst past the middle-linebacker and left-corner to score the touchdown.

Hot damn, my name would be in the local paper tomorrow!

That was all I accomplished for the remainder of the game. Memphis shut us down and scored another 19 points on four field goals and a late touchdown. 

Coach Currey seemed satisfied with my performance, giving me a swat on the ass as I came off the field for the last time. He even knew my name. My ribs hurt from being sacked twice and tackled on the only other time I ran the ball.

But I showered and shaved, went back to my room and dressed for the dance with a blue button down shirt and tie, grey slacks and the standard dark blue blazer. 

The dance was typical. Since it was no problem to get served at these events, the guys were in the bar drinking beer and the girls were by the dance floor. 

Jenny must have been waiting for me, and quickly introduced four other girls whose names I quickly forgot, except for one, a blonde named, Julie. She had a great figure and a confidence that I hadn't encountered since Hayley back in high school.

Six girls were out on the dance floor, dancing with each other. I asked Julie to dance and she quickly accepted. I was trained in various forms of dance, including ballet. At the moment, an old Glenn Miller lindy, In the Mood, was playing and I spun Julie around while the other dancers stopped to watch.

I kept it simple, not knowing how proficient my partner was. I should have known better, it turned out that Julie had had even more dance experience than me, and as soon I realized it, we added to our movements, imitating Fred and Ginger, finishing the number to great applause. 

We remained on the dance floor for the next number, a slow ballad. I kept my hand low on her waist, enjoying the feel of her buttocks moving to the music. 

Halfway through the number she pressed her groin into mine looking for signs of my excited state. I didn't disappoint her, poking back at her from the moment she made contact.

"I like the way you dance," she whispered.

"I like the way you look and feel," I countered. That got me a low laugh and firmer thrust of her pelvis into mine.

"They'll be telling us to get a room," Julie laughed again.

"We can do that," I replied. She made no answer, but remained close as the number ended and we made our way off the floor to her table, where I was invited to join the other girls. 

I made sure to sit next to Julie, with Jenny sitting on my other side. Sitting next to Jenny was a guy named Eric and after a few beers, we got to talking about pickup lines.

Eric: "You know guys are caught up in the folklore of the pickup line. I mean, they think they can magically trigger the female mating response if they're armed with the perfect routines." 

Me: "I know, that type of gamesmanship usually backfires and they're are left feeling anxious over what ought to be a perfectly natural thing. They start to freeze up in the presence of women."

Julie: "Wow, you guys are deep!" I didn't know if she was serious or putting us on.

Eric: "Hey, women are just as interested in being approached as men are in approaching them.

Julie: "That's right! We are, aren't we, Jen?"

Jenny: I guess so." I realized that Jenny was somewhat intimidated by the turn of this conversation. I knew she liked me, we had fucked after all, but did she have a thing for Eric too?

Me: "And girls are just as full of shit as most guys are. You start talking to them and it doesn't matter if they like you or not, they'll give you a fake name, a phoney number, or tell you they're lesbians..."

Eric: "But at the same time you might get asked to dance, or actually meet the girl you'll marry."

Julie: Right! That's right!

Me: "I say, take it a step further. Stop worrying about what you're going to get out of each encounter with the opposite sex and learn to enjoy the encounter itself. 

Eric: "I took a Dale Carnegie course once. He discovered a secret; a key to getting what you want out of relationships. Do you know what the secret is? Well, I'll tell you. Take a genuine interest in people. People want to be appreciated every bit as much as you do, and for the same reasons. Even hot babes feel this way.

Julie: "He's so right!"

If Julie hadn't had a great pair of tits, and a knockout ass along with her good looks, I'd probably have said something that would have really pissed her off. But her sexy charms over rode my inclination to chase her off. And that would prove rewarding in the end. Maybe Eric had something after all.

Jenny: It's funny how often we all forget the basics. Talking is as easy as opening your mouth and letting words tumble out; listening as easy as shutting up long enough for someone else to get a word in. Try it some time, open your mouth and say something; shut up and listen and then respond. Do it often enough and you might even get good at it."

Eric: That was fucking profound."

Julie: And you're profane!" That said, she stood up and made to leave. 

I jumped up, gave Eric a withering glance, and quickly followed Julie out the door with Jenny and Eric trailing. I caught up with Julie and went into my usual speil, and calmed her down. 

In a few minutes I had her backed up against a short wall, kissing her and eliciting a hot response from her. I had her stradling my right leg, which was bent at the knee. One might say she was fucking my leg, some might say she was only doing it to keep me pinnioned to the spot. HA! You can guess what I thought.

Eric and Jenny were only a few feet away, making out. I thought she had his dick in her hand, but couldn't be sure in the dim lighting. Eventually we decided to take it indoors and followed Jenny and Eric over to his place. 

I was surprised in that as soon as we entered his place, which wasn't all that bad, and in general, clean, we followed Jenny's lead and removed all our clothing. The four of us sat naked on the couch, playing touchie feelie and kissing inapropriate body parts just to get the others to cry out in shock. 

After a time we gave it up and Julie and I sat on the right side of the couch with her jerking me off, while Jenny had her face buried in Eric's lap, slowly sucking him off. 

Eric was leaning back against the armrest, his right arm extended over the back of the couch, his head bent down, looking down at Jenny's head servicing his fat cock; watching her lips slide over his cock-eyed cock head. Yeah, I should mention it. Eric's dick was bent at almost a 45 degree angle. He told us girls said he reached parts no one else had. 

The next day I looked Jenny up and asked her if it were true. "He was a decent lay," she remarked, "that's all, a decent lay." 

Meanwhile Julie continued masturbating me while I played with her full, hanging breasts. She looked at me as if to gauge my reaction to her body, and then said, "They embarrass me." 

"But I like them," I say. 

"You do?" 

"Yes, I do. They are so malleable!" 

"You think?"

"Yes, I do."

"My sister says it's a curse, and that they'll be hanging down to our waist when we're forty."

"Wait a minute. You have a sister whose tits are like yours?"

"Yes, silly. I'm a twin!"

Jenny chose that moment to end her blow job and straddled Eric's lap while inserting him into her twat.

"Let's fuck, Julie," I said to disguise my surprise at finding there was another one just like her at home.

"Okay," she chirped and turned to her head lay on the arm of the couch. I knelt between her legs with my heels pressed against Jenny's thigh. I fingered Julie for a short time, but she was pretty wet and I didn't wait too long before I slammed it home. I took it nice and easy, even had her holding her tits up for me to suck as we went at it. Behind me, Jenny was grunting with regularity as Eric pumped crazily while basically lying on his back.

One reason I think Jenny was sort of blasé about him was that he came and I kept going and going. I was in no particular rush, and asked several questions about Julia's twin.

Her name was Jane. Julia was older by three minutes. They had lost their virginity the same night in the backseat; well Julie was in the back, Jane up front, to two guys named Nick and Brad respectively. They never saw either guy after that night, but they decided they liked fucking, and had been at it regularly ever since.

She had no compunction in telling me I was the thirty-second guy to fuck her. "You're a delightful little slut, you know?" I said as I began to pick up my pace.

"You're a good fuck too. I've cum twice already and getting ready to do it again. You're not gonna cum right yet, are you?"

"No, ma'am, I'll wait for you."

"Goodie! I think Jane would like to do you. Wanna meet her?"

"Tonight?"

"Lordy no! She's probably full of cum by now."

"You know this... how?"

"She told me she couldn't come to the dance because she'd made this ... arrangement with some guys for a gangbang. She loves gangbangs."

"And you, do you love them too?"

"They're all right, but I'd stick with two guys if I had my druthers."

I decided to press her a little. "Ever make a movie or video?"

"No, but only because they guys never had the stuff."

"You mean the equipment?"

"Yeah, didn't I say that?"

"Not exactly," I whispered in her ear, "Are you and Janie identical twins?"

"Oh, don't ever call her Janie. That really pisses her off. Yes, we're identical twins, ain't that cool?"

"I have the equipment ..."

"You sure have!"

"No, I meant I have the video equipment to make a movie."

"Wow, that's super cool!"

"You think Janie ... I mean, Jane would be interested?"

"For sure! How many guys?"

"I don't know yet. Do you two do girls as well?"

"Um, maybe. It would depend on the girls."

"How about anal?"

"Jane loves it. She walks around with a butt plug in her ass half the time."

"I'm getting ready to cum, Julie!"

"Super! Let me have it!"

I did, and she joined me and came hard. When I pulled out, Jenny dropped her face into my lap and cleaned my dick off. I thought that was nice of her. When she finished with me, I asked her to play with Julie's tits. She was glad to do it and Julie didn't seem to mind.

I drove Julie home, (did I mention she and her sister were high school seniors?) and in her driveway we made out for twenty minutes or so. Finally I had to ask, "You think your sister is home yet?"

"What time is it?"

"About one-thirty."

"She'll be here any minute. She's very punctual. So am I."

"Get your periods the same day?"

"You're so funny," she giggled and didn't bother to answer me. Before I could ask again, a car pulled up behind me. 

"That her?"

"Yeah, that's my Jane," she said, and jumped out of my car to call to her sister. "Jane, come on over, there's someone you gotta meet!" 

Jane said goodnight to the two guys in the car, and a moment later they roared off. The sisters chatted briefly, and I could swear I heard one of them, I suspect it was Jane, but they really were identical twins, say, "But keep it quick, my cunt's already leaking cum."

They skipped back to my car and I got out to meet Jane. "Hi, you must be the twin Julie can't stop talking about."

"And I've already heard about you, Mr. Orgasm Maker!"

I bowed to her, and she giggled. Her giggle was distinctly different from her sister's. 

"Have a good little orgy, Jane?" I asked, not wanting to beat around any old bush. She tried to shock me, saying, "I did, you know, a little sucking, a little humping and a little take it up the old ass."

"How was it up the ass?" I asked. To my surprise, she shot right back, ""It felt okay. But, afterwards I felt as if I had to shit continuously. But, all in all, I enjoyed it. But, I'd rather do something else!" 

"I really enjoyed being sucked, myself," I replied.

She glanced at the house, no lights were evident. "If you can get it up, get back in the car and we'll see what we can do for you."

"Julie?" I said, hoping there were no petty jealousies between them. 

There weren't. She went down on me in the front seat. I hoped neither of us honked the damn horn. It had happened to a friend of mine and I didn't want a repeat performance with both parents running out and keeping me there until the police came.

I watched her blonde silhouetted head as she give me a first-class blow job. Then Julie pushed her aside and her sluttish mouth tugged enthusiastically at my knob. They seemed to have a routine worked out, and I made a mental note to have them perform again when we were filming. It would be a sensation.

I closed my eyes and listened to the crickets, to the slurping of both sets of hot velvet lips as they munched away on my pride and joy. I came, and to my surprise, saw Jane spit my ejaculate into the palm of her hand. 

"You don't swallow?"

"Oh, yeah ... usually, but its Sunday morning, we've got church in the morning."

"You're Catholic?"

"Lutheran and we're very serious about church and Sunday school."

"We teach the kiddies," Julie all but sang out.

"Well, I want to tell you, you two give great head. Julie will tell you about a proposition I have for both of you. I think you'll find it interesting. Maybe you can mull it over in church tomorrow. I mean this, morning."

"We will!" Julie sang out. But we better get out little asses inside before Poppa comes out with his shotgun.

"Um, one last thing, just how old are you two?"

"We turned eighteen last week, isn't that nice for you?"

"You have a good night now. Julie, you have my number, don't lose it. I want to see the two of you again. I'm not bullshitting you. Call me!"

My New Best Friend

The twins called me two days later, wanting very much to get together again. I knew they'd said they had turned eighteen the week before, but I needed proof that I could show the authorities should it come to that. I called them and asked that they bring proof such as a driver's license they next time we met, and they quickly agreed. That night my aunt called me telling me she'd sent me a plane ticket to attend her wedding. I would be gone a week or more. 

"You don't want us!" the twins howled in tandem after showing me their almost identical driver's licenses.

"That's nonsense!" I replied sounding wounded. "I want the both of you, repeatedly and then some!"

That seemed to perk them up. "Really?" One of them said, and I assured her I meant what I said. "I want to film the two of you with me," I said, hoping they would rise to the bait.

"Really, you want us in a ménage a trois?" 

"I certainly do. Maybe I'll have some other college guys drop by."

"A gang bang, you want to tape us being gang banged?"

"Why not?"

"When, when, when?" they shouted in sync. 

"How about Wednesday?" That was the day after I'd be back from the wedding.

"Perfect!" they agreed together. And we left it like that. Now all I had to do was to find a camera and a cameraman. But fate was about to step in and lend a helping hand.

****

It was a typical Friday night beer party with plenty of girls to go around. I had a pert blonde named Cheyenne sitting on my lap kissing me off and on while I nursed my beer. 

She appealed to me mainly because she was dressed in the famous Mick Jagger long tongued T-shirt and a pair of baggy overalls. 

But I realized that I was more interested in this tall, lean guy whose name I later learned was Dan DeLeon or Dandy to most people, conversing with two girls that I had admired earlier but had not met. 

It was the ease with which he commanded their rapt attention and persuaded them to follow him upstairs that caused me to give him a five minute head start before taking Cheyenne by the hand, and telling her we were going to be using the bathroom upstairs for a while. Here again, I took it for granted that Cheyenne would come with me. 

When we reached the top of the landing I paused to listen. I heard the muffled sounds that I expected to hear coming from the second bedroom, which happened to be directly across the hall from the bathroom. 




Handsome Goes to College Ch. 02



Signaling Cheyenne to be quiet, I nudged the bedroom door, opening it several inches, and then peeked inside. One girl was already lying on her back across the bed, her dress up around her waist. Dandy was going down on her. The other girl was kneeling on the floor, cupping his balls with one hand while the other supported his thick cock as she kissed its tip.

I closed the door after assuring myself that Cheyenne had had an opportunity to see what was happing in the bedroom. As we entered the bathroom Cheyenne whispered in my ear, "Jesus, I never saw a guy take on two girls before."

Easing the straps of her overalls from her shoulders, I inquired, "So tell me what you have seen." She never hesitated. "Erma Radwanski, back in my sophomore year in high school did the basketball team. I mean she did all of them, even the Junior Varsity players."

"Did she fuck every one of them?"

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?"

"I only saw her with the big black guy, Adonis Long. He sure fucked her."

My hand snaked its way under her Mick Jagger t-shirt and grazed the right nipple of a pear shaped breast. It was rock hard. "How do you know she did the whole team?"

"Cause they were ... like all lined up, waiting their turn. Oh, you're sneaky naughty!"

"What?"

"You know ... what your hand is doing under my shirt." 

Ignoring her, I moved to the other breast and tweaked that nipple. "So you didn't see her do the team?"

"What?" she appeared distracted.

"Did you see her do the other players?"

"Well, I didn't want to hang around ..."

"Afraid the team would want you to take part?"

"Um, I guess," Cheyenne said with a pout. "But it was all over school the next day."

"Do you want to see it?"

"Huh ... see what?"

"My dick."

"Oh, you are the naughtiest..." I was already releasing my tool. Cheyenne's jaw dropped as I let it all hang out. "My goodness! How big is it?"

"Touch it," I said, ignoring the question. She reached out and daintily took hold of it. "Like this?"

"It won't break, Cheyenne, give it a squeeze." She gave it a half-hearted squeeze and I knew she lacked experience. "Are you a virgin, Cheyenne?"

"No!" she bleated and I put a finger to her lips to quiet her. "I was only asking."

"Well, I did it with Jerry Fenton, senior year!"

"And how did that work out?"

"He was a gentleman," she said, trying to salvage her chagrin at being put on the spot.

"I suppose you've had dozens of girls," she countered.

"As a matter of fact, I have."

"You have?"

"And I'm going to have you in about a minute."

Her voice and her legs went weak. "You are?"

I was already working her overalls down. When they reached her knees, Cheyenne realized what was happening, and whispered, "No!"

"You're holding my dick; doesn't that mean you want me to do something with it other than put it back in my pants?"

"I... I don't..."

I slipped my hand down the front of her panties. She was about as wet as a girl can get.

"OH!"

My finger slipped inside her.

"OH!"

"Hop up on the sink." Cheyenne gave a little jump and found herself perched on the sink.

The fingers of both hands took hold of the waistband of her panties; they were Carolina blue, by the way. 

"Lift up!" She did, and I had her panties down to her knees before she sat back down with her legs spread-eagled in expectation of my throbbing dick entering her little oyster.

"I'm going to make you cum, Cheyenne. Try not to scream, you might startle the folks in the bedroom across from us." 

To my surprise my comment made her laugh. It had a pleasing tinkle to it. I placed a hand on each of her thighs then leaned in and licked her from bottom to top, flicking my tongue over her emerging clit three times before returning to the starting point. 

"Oh, my God!"

"It gets better," I called out, sotto-voice.

"Does it?" she responded weakly.

"Relax, let me do the work," I said, and she didn't utter another word until I pulled my tool from her steaming pussy after dumping about a quart of cum in her squiggly sheath.

"How do you feel now?"

"Wonderful. I don't think my legs are working though."

"Is that so?" I said and lifted her up so that she sat on the edge of the sink again. 

"What are you doing?"

"I can't let you leave here with all that stuff inside you." Before she could rely, I was between her legs again lapping up my sperm and her juices, sending Cheyenne off to Disney World with about three or four more orgasms.

When my face left her snatch, I looked in the mirror and saw my face covered with our commingled fluids. Just then the bathroom door opened and Dandy stood there, dick in hand, obviously needing to take a leak. Just behind him, peeking over his shoulder was the girl I had seen quaffing his dick. 

"Sorry about that," Dandy said, but obviously didn't mean a word of it, as he strode past us, straddled the toilet letting loose a long stream of urine that had both girls watching with a mix of horror and excitement.

Shaking the last few drops from his appendage, Dandy turned to the girl he'd brought with him and told her to relieve herself, and with almost no hesitation, she sat down and emptied her very full bladder, wiped her cunt off and flushed the toilet.

Cheyenne had both hands over her eyes as if trying to deny what was going on in front of her. Sticking his hand out to me, he introduced himself to me. "Dandy," he said. "This pretty young thing is Olga."

I reciprocated, accepting his hand and saying, "Aubrey, and Cheyenne."

"You the Morgenthall was in the papers about two years ago?"

"I might be. What did you read?"

"Oh, it was about a terrific quarterback got mixed up in a movie venture."

The girls were following this attentively, but at the mention of my "movie venture," a quizzical expression found its way to both their faces. 

They didn't understand what Dandy's point was. He glanced at them and said, "Oh Aubrey here was in a movie with Sharon Stone a couple years ago. He played a high school football player in love with his teacher. Did you girls see it?"

Cheyenne shrugged her shoulders, signing that she had not. Olga nodded vigorously, "Oh, yeah, I remember now. You got to kiss her at the end."

Not wanting her to trip her up in a lie, I smiled and said, "No, I didn't kiss her. I played a crazy drug addict. She killed me. Shot me three times in the next to last scene. But I have to tell you, the film bombed. It wasn't even released in the states. It got good reviews in Taiwan though."

That had Dandy chuckling. "Let's blow this place," he said. I realized that Olga was a foreign exchange student when she questioned him, asking, "So many men, you want us to do all of them?"

"No, I don't want you doing all the men. I meant that we should leave. It's just an expression."

"Oh? And what about Sandra?"

"She can come with us. We'll party at my place. How does that sound? Cheyenne? Are you up for it?"

Olga giggled, pointed at my erection, which had reared up. "He seems up for 'it'."

"I wouldn't miss it," Cheyenne chirped, looking at Dandy with a renewed lust in her eyes.

We left Sandra sleeping on cum stained sheets and drove over to Dandy's apartment. In the course of the evening, Cheyenne proved more than capable of handling both Dandy and me; and by dawn's early light she had even experimented in some torrid bi-sexual activities with Olga, the carnivorous frau from Hamburg.

****

The following afternoon I got a call from Dandy. He wanted to meet and discuss a few things with me. We met at a watering hole close to campus. 

"You seem to know a lot about me," I said, after getting the preliminary, 'Weren't the girls great? Discussion out of the way.

"You made the kind of headlines people remember, Bree."

"I was never charged with anything," I said, hoping to head off any type of extortion.

"Aw shit, you misunderstand me," he replied. "I've had it in mind to make a few films right here at the U of C. It's only that I don't have the right contacts, and that's holding me back."

"You think that I have contacts?"

"Of course you do! I've seen you on video. You can fuck with the best of them, by the way."

"Thanks, I think."

"No, no. I'm serious. We can make some serious money right here on campus. I've got seven women who are more than willing to fuck and suck on camera."

"You've already filmed them, haven't you?"

Dandy smiled and nodded. "You bet. But marketing the videos is beyond me. I can get most any girl to drop their pants, but no one takes my calls."

"Who the hell are you calling?" He named several familiar film companies out on the west coast. It was my turn to nod. He was barking up the wrong tree.

"Let's go watch some of your art work, Dandy," I said as I stood up. 

Back at his apartment, I sat and watched as no less than twenty-two girls performed fellatio, anal, and a wide variety of positional sex with Dandy and several male partners. I was impressed; both with the female talent, Dandy's staying prowess and the over all film composition. Dandy had used more than two cameras with each scene.

"Who's the cameraman?"

"A nerd named Wilbur. He's kind of a genius with video."

"I see more than one camera is in use. Who mans the others?"

"Oh, that's Wilbur. He positions the other cameras on tripods and moves from one to the other as we fuck. He has this ability to figure out in advance which shots will be important and when. I help him with the editing."

"Where does Wilbur fit in money wise?"

"I figure he should get a cut, but something like 15%. He's happy, shit; he's delighted to get an occasional blowjob from one of the girls. He hasn't even fucked one of them yet."

"Have you looked into finding someone to process your stuff here in town, or elsewhere?"

"I was thinking Wilbur for that."

"No, you need someone else. You don't put all your eggs in one basket, you know?"

"I hear you, but who? I mean, ask the wrong guy and the cops are all over you."

"Maybe I can help with that."

"I knew it!" Dandy jumped up and waved his arm in triumph. "I fucking knew it!"

"Give me a day or two, see what I can workout."

"Yeah, man, take a day or two1"

"By the way, my share of the venture is a flat 33% of gross. I figure 15% for the actors, and that's not counting you or me, just the ladies, unless we find another stud. Wilbur gets a decent share, and the production guy ... we'll pay whatever the market says we should. Remember, Dandy, we don't get a cent until the guy marketing the video actually puts it out. Maybe we'll manage to talk him into giving us something on account, but don't count on it. How does that sit with you?"

"Great, I mean, without you I'm nowhere."

The fact that he hadn't objected to the meager percentage going to him told me a couple things. He'd been sitting on the film for a while; he hadn't been able to find anyone to push his stuff to the big guys that controlled the industry. And he was desperate to get rolling. I had no doubt that after setting him up with a marketing maven he'd try to screw me over.

"I'll tell you what. Why don't we have us a little party here after Saturday's game? I'll invite Cheyenne, you bring whoever. We can discuss the deal in front of them without their being any the wiser."

"Sounds like a plan. Do you really think you can get the shit marketed?"

"Put another one on, I want to see if there's a consistency to your films.

He almost fell over moving to the VCR and slamming in another tape. Wilbur sure knew what he was doing. That film and the one following it were first rate, even to the point of having a flimsy plot to help maintain interest. 

It was possible that a major agent might be interested in Wilbur's productions and steal him away if we didn't tie him down with an iron-clad contract. Jesus, I thought, here I am just contemplating this deal and wanting to sign the cameraman to a contract. I guess I'm really back in the business. I had no doubt that it was Wilbur's work that held everything together.

Sigourney

It was Marco Abernathy, the huge, by that I mean, tall, and I mean he was a 6' 10" basketball player who had made All America Honorable Mention last year that persuaded me to go to the fraternity party.

I like to party, don't get me wrong. But this type party usually sucks. It turned out I was right about that, but I'll always be grateful to Marco for cajoling me into going. Did I mention that Marco was Black? Oh, yeah, as the Ace of Spades. But maybe you'd guessed that already.

Anyway, we got there around ten, and everyone in sight was already drunk. The music was blaring and I was surprised the cops weren't already there. 

Most of those attending were guys, and most of them looked like typical college dorks. Obviously the majority were there with fantasies of finding a drunken girl who would make their every dream come true. It was just as obvious that they would be going home alone as usual with a hangover - after all, what was more appealing to a girl, albeit a drunken girl, than a drunken guy with acne slobbering over them with either vomit or beer breath, or both?

Marco slapped me on the shoulder and laughed. "Gonna find me some of that white pussy. See ya'll later, Bree." And all 6' 10" of him vanished into the crowd.

There were probably a dozen or so girls hanging around. Mostly little bitches there to try to prove to their friends they were partiers, but it was clear they were in way over their heads. At the other end of the spectrum were the college sluts, some of who were already topless, some already flashing their asses and pussies delighting the guys. 

As I appraised the girls, I found that the majority ran true to form, which is to say they were decent to good looking, dressed a bit provocatively, with a few (other than the sluts) willing to keep an open mind should something positive come up. But most of them were there to test their skills in teasing the drunken guys.

For the first hour or so I just hung around and watched the 'activities,' as the guys chugged beer poured into their mouths with funnels while the girls danced with one another and the guys not involved in the drinking contests ogled them from afar. Although any girl who got remotely close to the 'lookers' risked having her ass grabbed while obscene suggestions were hurled at them by the other onlookers.

After four beers I had to take a leak, but when I opened the bathroom door I had to take a step back. The smell of vomit and shit was overpowering. Strewn on the floor were at least a dozen used condoms. That proved me wrong. Someone was getting laid. 

The John was backed up, so I used the sink, wrote an 'Out of Order' note, dribbled the contents of a condom on the back of it then 'taped' it to the door, hoping there was another bathroom somewhere else in the house.

I made a wrong turn and wound up passing two bedrooms, both of which were occupied. In the second one I heard the distinctive voice of Marco urging someone named Helen to "Take it all!"

I smiled to myself and made my way back to the main living area and heart of the so-called party. There was a small group gathered in front of the couch and I wormed my way into it and saw two girls making out while the others urged them to s strip and really get it on.

The two ignored them, but continued making out at their own pace, and from the smiles they flashed when not kissing each other they knew exactly what they were doing. I wondered which group they belonged to: the teasers or the sluts.

Curious as to how far they would go, I remained in place. It didn't take long.

Later on I learned their names, but for simplicity's sake, I'll tell you now. Kathy had the bigger tits. Anna was a size or two smaller but also well endowed. They each had long brown hair which they wore straight down to the middle of their backs. Anna had a darker complexion, almost olive when compared to Kathy's paler skin tone, and that made the two of them look hot together. They were both tall, maybe 5'6" or 5' 7". They each had tight low cut jeans on with Anna wearing a tight strapless tube top and Kathy a thin cotton tank top.

Anna seemed to be taking the lead. She and Kathy were kissing like two lovers, there had to be something between them that went beyond a typical friendship. It was evident to me and the others that Kathy's nipples were poking through the thin material of her tank top. As soon as Anna became aware of it, she began to run her hands over Kathy's top, circling her fingers around the nipples then cupping the breasts in her hands. 

Kathy responded by running hands over Anna's bare shoulders, and then around her face and through her hair. Eventually her hands moved down to Anna's breasts and both were fondling each other through their clothes.

A short brunette leaned against me, whether consciously or not I didn't know, and a moment or two later I felt her breast against my arm. I glanced down at her and she smiled up at me. "They're hot, ain't they?" she said.

"Get in front of me, you can see better that way," I told her, propelling her in front of my by putting my hand around her waist and giving her a little tug. Once in place, she moved her ass so that it fit up against my zipper. She actually purred when I cupped her breasts as we watched the girls play.

Anna's hands moved stealthily down Kathy's torso, teasing and tickling until finally she reached Kathy's crotch. She pressed a finger against where Kathy's pussy was hiding and began to rub her through her jeans. 

Kathy stayed on Anna's boobs, massaging them, toying with her nipples for a short time, then pushed down the material until Anna's beautiful breasts were exposed. A few whistles came from the crowd. Everyone appreciated how full and firm they were, and without a trace of silicone. 

Her nipples were large and very hard at the moment from all the attention they were getting. Kathy's hand could barely hold one as she cupped and toyed with it.

Anna was still working on Kathy's covered jewel box, but evidently decided what was good for her was also good for Kathy, and reached up to lift the cotton tank top up to her chin, providing the onlookers with a view of Kathy's best friends.

The whistle and shouts started as Kathy's boobs popped out, especially in that they were bigger than Anna's. Kathy lay back in the couch and let Anna kiss her neck and throat. I heard her moan despite the clamor going on around us.

Moments later, she was drawing on Kathy's left nipple like a baby on a bottle. Kathy arched her back upward as Anna switched to her other boob, and while Kathy was reveling in the wondrous sensations that caused, the resourceful Anna had moved to the others jeans, which she deftly unsnapped and then unzipped while sucking Kathy's boob. 

Kathy evidently understood what was happening and assisted Anna in removing her pants, revealing a sexy red thong that barely covered anything. Anna rubbed her pussy folds through the thong while alternating her mouth between Kathy's breasts. 

The short brunette had her hand on my hardon, squeezing it tightly while I played go-cart driver with each of her nipples.

When Anna pulled the thong to one side giving everyone a glimpse of Kathy's well shaven pussy, I released one of the brunette's nipples and slid my hand down the front of her jeans and sent a finger into her sopping wetness. She jerked forward, sending her ass crashing into my erection. Once I was assured she'd done no serious damage, I went back to exploring her dripping vagina.

Anna went to work on her girlfriend, working her middle finger into her slit while using her thumb to coax Kathy's clit out from its hiding place. I decided to mimic her moves on the brunette just to see how it affected her. Kathy's hips bucked against Anna's knowing finger. The brunette moaned and bucked too; but not as violently as Kathy had.




Handsome Goes to College Ch. 02



All eyes seemed to be on the two girls. No one was paying any attention to the brunette and me, or so I thought.

At some point in the action, Anna apparently tired of teasing Kathy and dove head first into her snatch. A roar of approval went up from the on lookers.

"Fuck me!" the brunette squawked after turning her neck in a futile attempt to face me. "Um, maybe later," I said, and left her standing there by moving to the other side of the room and a place no female happened to be but afforded me a good vantage point of the action underway.

Kathy let out a load groan as Anna's tongue flickered over her clit. Then Anna began lapping her like a dog, running her mouth up and down the others wet pussy while Kathy's face contorted as she moaned and squeezed both her breasts.

I glanced around. There had to be forty or fifty people standing there watching them at this point. The brunette had found a nerdy freshman or sophomore, and was grinding her pubis against his leg while he had one of her breasts out of her wonderbra trying to figure out what to do with it.

Kathy grabbed Anna's head with her hands and held her face tightly to her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she kept moaning. Suddenly her back arched up higher than ever before. "Oh god, I'm coming. Don't stop!" she cried. Her hips ground into Anna's mouth as she moaned over and over. "Fuck me Anna, oh yeah, suck the shit out of me!"

Her hands left Anna's head and flailed helplessly in the air until another orgasmic wave crashed down on her. Kathy's right arm dropped to the floor and her fingers dug deep into the soft carpet. A moment later she flung her head from side to side as the sensations generated by Anna's tongue intensified. 

"Coming!" she shrieked, and her fingers left the carpet and joined her other hand as they ensnarled themselves in Anna's hair, forcing her even closer to her pulsing cunt.

I was impressed with how Anna had kept her at the edge, letting her come, then pushing it off, then bringing her back again. Anna had a definite talent, and I would remember it a few days later.

Finally, Anna raised her face away from Kathy's sodden snatch and looked wearily around her. She seemed surprised at the number of onlookers. Kathy collapsed on the couch, closed her eyes and apparently went into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Anna made no attempt to wipe her face clean of Kathy's juices, but kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to meet the eyes of those standing around her as she adjusted her top so that her breasts were covered.

It appeared that she wanted to return to Kathy and continue their oral activities, but Kathy was now out of it.

"Mind if I join in?" A tall, gorgeously proportioned brunette asked with a seductive smile.

"Sigourney! I didn't know you were here!"

"We can't use the couch," she said calmly as if it were just the three of them in the room. "It would be impolite to oust Kathy right now. There's a bedroom free upstairs, care to join me?" 

She held a hand out, Anna took it, and followed her up the stairs with everyone else at the party except those passed out, or being violently ill outside or in the bathrooms right behind them.

"Let's get naked," Sigourney said almost whispering.

It took mere seconds to accomplish. I was very impressed with Sigourney's body. Her face rivaled that of whoever the Clairol model of the month was. Her breasts while not overly large were succulent, and as enticing as any I'd ever seen. Her legs were sensational and served as the perfect complement to her jutting ass. 

In short, Sigourney was perfection personified. I knew I would have to meet her. I knew I was already falling in love with her, and I knew she would not be an easy conquest.

They started with Sigourney running her hands over Anna's back then fondling her ass. To my surprise, Sigourney's eyes met mine as she slid a finger into Anna's rectum, causing the girl to moan appreciatively.

I blew her a kiss and she returned it, and then heard her whisper to Anna, "Relax, honey; you're going to enjoy this." She moved her right hand over and let it rest on the smooth, silky junction of Anna's legs. 

Anna closed her eyes and leaned back as she felt the sensuous warmth of Sigourney's palm rubbing lightly over her pussy.

Sigourney smiled, moved her middle finger in and out of the others asshole while making small circles with the hand on her cunt. Anna moaned; her breathing became heavier, and she sank down almost totally relaxed. 

I drew closer, smiling and framing the scene in my mind's eye as Sigourney toyed with Anna. Sigourney kissed her, sucked on her pink eraser-tip nipples, and finally dropped to her knees and probed at her goodies with her tongue. 

A red-headed guy I thought might be on the tennis team produced a ping-pong paddle and handed it to Sigourney, who was giggling and reluctant at first but made good use of the thing. She teased Anna's ass with it at first, and then delivered a few hard, jiggly smacks that caused Anna to gibber like a schoolgirl. 

I saw a shudder of expectation sweep through Anna. Evidently, Sigourney saw or felt it as well and couldn't resist caressing the swollen, open lips of Anna's cunt, causing her to jerk upward and cry out. Sigourney then performed an acrobatic move that ended with her straddling Anna's face.

"Let's eat!" she barked, and the two girls segued into as nice a 69 as I'd ever seen. 

Maybe a minute or two passed before Sigourney raised her head from between Anna's thighs and beckoned to me. "Yeah, you in the dark blue shirt; c'mon, join in!"

A roar went up from the crowd surrounding the bed as I clambered up to join them. I took a second to orient myself and took snuck a peek at Sigourney's neatly trimed pussy, and with a silly wave to our audience started licking and tonguing her ass. Sigourney squealed with delight. 

Later she admitted she had thought I would stick my dick up her ass, or force Anna away from her cunt. But at that moment she squealed and shook her ass like a fish on a baited hook.

Now Anna benifeted from all this, for Sigourney never let up on her and the squealing and shaking only served to arouse Anna more. 

To give Sigourney a slight repreive, I lowered my face and began alternating with Anna; each of us licking or sucking on Sigourney's pussy. 

We quickly developed a rhythm that had Sigourney quivering with anticipation until, with a concentrated effort she managed to make Anna come and abandon Sigourney's pussy, leaving me in charge as it were.

In my haste to get my dick in Sigourny's mouth, I rudely shoved poor Anna to one side and reversed my position on Sigourney. Now my cock hung over her face as I licked both her ass and pussy in turn. She wasted no time in gulping me into her mouth, and by the first thirty seconds I knew my dick was in the mouth of an expert. 

Anna refused to be left out of the picture. She attacked my ass; sending her tongue in a respectible distance on her initial try. There was no way I was going to last with the two of them working me over and I let it happen.

"Gonna cum!" I yelled, giving Sigourney fair warning. She was ready for me when I did, yanking me from her mouth and letting me shoot my load about a foot away from her onto the sheets and part of the pillowcase while the spectators cheered.

I rolled over on my back. The girls scampered off to the bathroom, shyly holding their clothing close to their breasts. Somebody handed me a beer, which I finished in two gulps.

I hopped of the bed, gathered my own clothing and followed the girls into the bathroom. 

When I opened the door and walked in Sigourney grinned at me, then bit her lower lip. 

I memorized how she looked at that moment. There were dark locks of hair tumbling over her eyes, and her nipples stood poised to greet me. And so I grabbed her ass roughly and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She ground her pussy into me, and I broke off the kiss to seek out her right nipple. 

Anna watched us as she finished dressing, then in a huskey voice said, "You two better get a room, I'm leaving."

I was already pressing my palm between her legs. I was rock hard already, raring to go. I used the notches of her pelvic bone as leverage, and ground back at her. Sigourney's skirt shifted higher up her long, well-formed legs, then up past the satiny material of her panties. 

I dropped to my knees; saw the wet spot forming through the thin bikini underwear. I thought I heard a muffled whimper of desire.

She twisted and bounced her hips like a bitch in heat. The warmth in her loins reached the ignition point, and she began to bend her head from side to side.

"Oh God... do something... it's driving me crazy..."

I knew women, and I knew that this was my only chance to control this exceptional woman or she would dominate me, or casually toss me aside when finished with me. I didn't want that. Sigourney was a keeper. I knew it and had to be at my best to win her over.

"You're going crazy, eh, well let's see if this gets you off," I said as I slapped her ass twice.

"Umm, lover, I really like that, but I really want a different kind of hardness at the moment." Then she giggled, so I sapped her two more times.

"You're different..." she managed to say before I slapped her again. "Will you please fuck me?" Sigourney implored.

"Okay," I said and dragged her by the arm back into the bedroom, which was now unoccupied.

After tossing her on the bed, I rolled her onto her back and stripped. She wasted no time in losing the few things she had on and I climbed on the bed and moved on top of her, supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her.

Ready or not, here I come," I whispered.

"Christ, I hope not. I want you to last for hours!"

I brought the tip of my cock to her moistened slit and touched it."

"Oh, Christ, that feels so good."

"It's not in," I said to tease her.

"I know that damn it! But it does feel good."

I cocked my rear and drove it in.

"Woof!"

Easing all the way out, I slammed it home again.

"Woof!"

"What the hell are you a dog?' I asked.

She took a moment to respond. "No, I'm not a damn dog. You just knocked the air out of me with that thing of yours."

"Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no! Just . . ."

But I was already pounding back into her again.

"Woof!"

This time I thought I detected a happier tone to the woofing.

Sigourney brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. That action took her clear off the bed and close to my stomach. We kissed feveredly while I mauled her lovely tits as she moaned contentedly beneath me. 

I took my time with her, not wanting to hurry things, I would have preferred that this coupling last at least as long as she did; and so after a few rapid thrusts I arranged us so that I was flat on my back with Sigourney straddling me. 

We both moaned as she lowered herself down on my dick. When she was fully impaled I cautioned her to remain still, and slowly stretched out so that she had no real choice but to lay on me so we were aligned limb to limb. I had her hold my hands and extend her arms out to her sides, and then lift her body like a snake ready to strike. I kept my feet flexed so that she could push against them with her toes if she required any additional leverage. 

I was positive she had never done this before. A married woman I had been seeing off and on (no pun intended) was into yogi, and had taught it to me. 

The major benefits of the position were that while my hands continued to squeeze hers, Sigourney's breasts were pressed against my chest, and we were thigh to thigh, so essentially, we were skin-to-skin over as much of our bodies as was possible. 

More importantly, when Sigourney pushed with her feet, she achieved maximum clitoral contact as we bumped and boogied against one another's pubic zones. 

After she came the first time she kissed me. We continued kissing each other (it was rather easy, given our positioning) while she came at least four more times before she was begging me to alter our position.

I helped her sit up, still impaled on my love spear then jack-hammered her for a minute or so until tiring and telling her it was her turn. She gave it a great effort, but her climaxes were coming with more frequency and intensity by this point, so that she was moving, then stopping, moving again and stopping again. 

She began to cry, telling me she was sorry for spoiling my orgasm. I quickly told her she was doing the both of us a big favor, for when she stopped, I was able to gain control and not come just then. And then Sigourney, light brown hair falling over her face almost to those gorgeous breasts, drooped like a falling flower as she cried out and came again before collapsing upon me. 

Twenty minutes later we were in my car enroute to her apartment. I had the top of her dress open and moved her shoulder a little to the side in order to get at her fantastic tit again. With both eyes watching the road, I rubbed the nub gently, tickling the strawberry tip so that both nipples stiffened from the attention. 

"Want me to suck you?"

"That would be lovely, Sigourney, but I'd prefer we lived until we've had a chance to fuck our brains out in your place." 

She giggled and gave my hardon a good hard squeeze. I responded by taking my eyes off the road and urging her left breast toward my mouth. She moaned and caressed my face and head with both hands. 

I had to serve to miss a tractor-trailer, after which I concentrated on my driving. Sigourney apparently agreed with my decision, because she moved closer to the passenger window and remained silent until I had parked the car in front of her apartment.

Five minutes later my dick was slamming into her tight sheath and my balls were slapping against her ass. Sigourney had an ecstatic expression on her face and I knew she was in the throes of another set of multiple orgasms. "I can feel you pumping me harder and harder. Ahhhhhh, I love this kind of fucking!"

(Yeah, and women claim it's a man's world. I wish I could cum fourteen or more times in one night. At least that's what she insisted was the number of times that she remembered coming. That gave me pause to wonder how many she forgot.)

"Look down baby," she whispered huskily in my ear, while lavishing wet licks to it. "Watch as your cock slides into my pussy and then look and see how wet and shiny it is when you pull back. Isn't it disgusting?" 

I fucked faster.

""Would you find it revolting if someone wanted to take that disgustingly slimy dick and put it in their mouth?"

I fucked even faster. 

Her hands left my face and sought out my ass, squeezing the cheeks briefly and then moving to cup my balls as I slowed my fucking; making sure each thrust took a different angle as it churned into her.

"If . . . if you don't . . ." She couldn't seem to finish the sentence.

"What?" I said, "If I don't what?"

"If you don't come soon you'll have to call Anna and tell her to get her ass over here."

My fingers dug into the soft fleshiness of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart until she could feel the thickness of my finger searching out the tiny elastic hole of her rectum. 

"Ah! Put your finger there . . . yes, there baby. Oh, God! Push it in deeper!" 

"Oh baby, yes!"

She ground her hips into mine, reveling in the feel of my cock as it slid into the heated moistness of her tightly clenched thighs. My finger inched its way into the tiny passage of her anus, impaling her, holding her skewered like an apple on a stick. Sigourney retaliated, reaching down between our legs and guided my jerking prick to where she used it to slap at my finger embedded in her ass. 

"Want it back there?" I asked.

"I want you to cum anywhere you want. My ass is yours if you want it."

"Might hurt," I said.

"I can take it," she answered quickly as she eased her hips up in order to give me better leverage.

"There... there... that's it," she moaned softly on feeling my cock slowly work its way into her tight rear channel.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts. That's where most of the pleasure comes from."

Proving her point, she began wriggling up and down on my cock, I knew it was painful because her nails were digging into my back, and then I felt her shudder. 

That did it. My balls erupted and sent several long columns of sperm rocketing into her. That served to trip her trigger, and she came big time, jerking against me as I continued to spew into her. Then we collapsed and slept through the rest of the night. 

*****

The following morning while sitting on the couch, we told each other our life stories, went on to discuss our hopes and dreams and discovered we had a lot in common. When I told her about Hayley and our pornographic filming sessions, she laughed, "That's so you!" 

"It is, isn't it?" 

"So you want to get back to making smutty movies, huh?"

"It's a great way to make money."

"What about the police?"

"What about them?"

"They caught you once. It won't go well if they get you again."

"We were all minors at the time. That won't happen again."

"Can I help you?"

"What do you propose?" I thought I knew what she had in mind, but wanted to hear her say it.

"I might know of a few willing girls."

"I thought you might," I said. I had a few of my own, but there was no sense in telling Sigourney that at this point. I reconsidered, and mentioned the twins.

"Twins, that's novel. I've never heard of anyone having twins in a porno flick."

"I haven't either, but I'm pretty sure everything possible has been done already."

"Just how organized are you at this point, Aubrey?"

I told her. She was impressed. 

She laughed and said, "I've got an idea for a movie."

"I'd love to hear it."

"Okay... you and I are riding along in your car. I've got my feet up on the dash. We're talking about this and that."

"Sounds like a start, then what?"

"We see these two girls hitching. I tell you to pull over. You do, and I roll down my window and ask where they're going. They say Lexington ..."

I interrupt her. "We may change locations, but okay, keep going."

"Um, I say, Lexington, or wherever is kinda far. What's in it for us?"

"Show him your tits," one says.

"You holler, 'Let's see 'em!' She pulls up her t-shirt and flashes you. Then the other one does it too. With everybody laughing they get in the car and off we go. We stop, buy some beer and shit, then ask 'em if they want to party. They're up for it and we find a motel and fuck like bunnies."

"I like it except for one thing."

Pouting like a spoiled child, Sigourney asks what the problem is.

"You and I are not going to be in any videos. We'll make them, not star in them."

"But you know I like playing around!"

"You and I can play around all we like. But getting your face and other parts of your anatomy in a film that's going to be distributed world-wide isn't going to happen. We have our futures to think about. Let the others put it out there. We'll be making the damn thing, not starring in them."

I was surprised at how contrite Sigourney got. "You're absolutely right," she said a moment later.

"You mean it, or are you setting me up for some bullshit?"

"No bullshit, Aubrey. I like what you said. You're thinking of my future. I really like that. I can't think of anyone else other than my parents who would be looking out for me that way.

I turned to face her, put my hands on the sides of her face and kissed her. We held the kiss for a long time and were breathing heavily when it ended. I put my hands on her breasts and my chest was pressed against her back, spoon like, with her body cradled against me.

Sigourney sighed contentedly as I kneaded her breasts, enjoying the feel of her nipples growing stiff under the palms of my hands. 




Handsome Goes to College Ch. 02



I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, neatly trimmed hair and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised and resting lazily on my hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. 

Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris.

I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, and whispered in her ear, "Ready or not, here come I."

Sigourney pushed my dick away and whispered back, "Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass. Last night wasn't good enough." That said, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she was teasing me.

"Are you serious?" I whispered.

"Aubrey ...?"

"Yes?"

"We're all alone here, aren't we?"

"Yeah, sure, why?"

"Because, we keep whispering."

Then we burst out laughing. "Now," she said, "do it, just fucking do it. All this talk about making fuck films has got me so hot." She still had my boner in her hand and rubbed the head of my dick against her backside pucker. 

"Mmm, Aubrey, I want it deep inside my ass this time."

My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between the moist lips of her pussy that it broke the sphintoral plane with surprisingly little effort. 

She grunted as my cock broke the barrier, then hissed between her teeth. "Slowly," she said, "work it in slowly." She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass.

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, it feels so fucking big!"

I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I don't believe how tight you are!"

"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!"

"Just a little more." I pressed my cock forward, then felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. She grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower ass.

"How's that?" I whispered.

"Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to confess you're not the first back there. But you're certainly the biggest. Ugh! I have to get used to it."

I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders while my sheathed prick remained completely motionless inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but that was not unexpected. The walls

of her rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted the muscles of her ass around my dick, as she tested the elasticity of anus.

The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. "If you keep that up," I said after a particularly tight contraction, "I'm going to come. I feel close already."

"No! Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't really fucked me yet. C'mon, Aubrey, hold off a while, okay?"

"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

"The pain is almost gone, and it's beginning to feel good," she said. "Give it just a few more seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit."

"I'll come for sure, then," I told her, but I was already doing multiplication tables in my head.

"No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!"

Now that I had discovered Sigourney like anal, her warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to delay spilling my seed inside her.

With the pain all but gone, Sigourney began moving her butt in a slow, circular pattern, while my ensconced cock, virtually a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly pump my hardon. The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we hadn't reckoned on.

"OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, Aubrey, it feels so good!" Her voice reverberated through the house. "Hey," I said softly, "the others will hear you."

"What others?"

"The ones down the street for Christ's sake, you're pretty vocal, Siggy!"

"Don't ever call me Siggy! Now just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my tight ASSSSS!"

Her immodesty catapulted me into a fucking fury. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and out of her tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into her dark abyss.

If she wanted to feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture that seemed to do the trick. "I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! YESSSSSSS!"

Abandoning the multiplication tables, I went into an all out frenzy and came, filling her with spurt after spurt from my pulsing prick. It was, without a doubt, one of the best fucks I had had in a long time. 

I hoped she felt the same way. We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from her. I just let my dick go soft inside her rectum, feeling the occasional tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we had just done. 

Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending. Sigourney turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to belly, chest to chest. 

She wrapped her arms around my back and held me. With a soft, joyous murmur, she pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. "That was great," she whispered sexily.

I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."

"Me too," she replied.

When our lips met, her tongue went right for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating that familiar stirring in my loins that had disappeared inside her wonderfully tight derriere.

I had thoughts of going down on her just to ensure that she'd had a really good time of it, when she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and located my semi- erection. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.

Breaking the passionate kiss, I asked, "Don't you ever quit?" 

"Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door," she quipped.

"So you're equating a beautiful ass fucking with a mousetrap?"

"Sort of," she giggled. "I mean, show me a new way to get off, like you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting more."

I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, prying them apart, then found I could send two, and possibly three fingers into the gaping hole my cock had created.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm back at the doorstep again," I replied, probing in her anus for a potential G-spot. I found something, not the G, but something that stimulated Sigourney enough to make her want me back inside her again.

"Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before working her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.

"I like your ass," I said, moving my fingers more rapidly and feeling her pushing back against them, urging them deeper.

"Maybe one more time, you think?" she whispered.

"I'm beyond thinking, baby. All I want to do now it wallow in that ultra fine ass of yours."

"Oh, you ... you say the nicest things. Put it in and be quick about it!"



Handsome Goes to College Ch. 03



Everyone depicted in a sex scene is 18 or older.

*****

Chapter 3: Start Up Troubles

I called the producer Hayley had put me on to, and found him receptive once he placed me as the infamous high school porno king. He also gave me the name of a lawyer he said he did not have on retainer, but would certainly use if his present legal advisors failed him. I was careful to explain I had nothing at the moment, but was just putting things in place. I assured him I had all the actors, scriptwriters and cameramen needed when he offered them. Hayley had already told me he would try to get a foot in the door toward controlling things that way. 

In the end, he agreed to back me financially, offering me $50,000 up front and another $35,000 after we finished the first film. I hung up the phone excited at how easy it was.

Next I placed a call to the lawyer Hayley had provided. He wasn't in, but when I mentioned Hayley's name, I was told he would get back to me the following day.

The ball was in my court, so following football practice I looked up Dan DeLeon and brought him up to date. He was impressed with my locating what he termed "A big time producer, and movie industry lawyer," but was confused when I told him about Sigourney's role in the equation as Production Manager.

"I don't understand, we got girls, I got plenty of them. What's she gonna bring to the table?"

"Dandy," I said calmly, "what we're going into isn't a fly-by-night operation. If we do it right, and I fully intend to do just that, we'll need key people to help us."

"It sounds like you're taking over," he said bitterly.

"I am taking over. You've got Wilbur, and a few sluts. If I wanted to I could probably hire Wilbur away from you. You know I can get all the sluts I need."

"Fuck you!" Dandy spat out and turned away from me as if leaving.

"Wait a minute! You're an integral part of this enterprise. And it is going to be an enterprise. We're going to be big, bigger than you've ever imagined. Dandy, I promise you we're going to make a couple million on this deal. Are you willing to sit down and listen?"

He took a seat and waited for me to continue.

"A: We've got a moneyman in Mr. X. (at this point I wasn't about to reveal his name.) He has agreed to front us $85,000 for our initial expenses. We can get more if we give him good reasons. What I've agreed to with him is to make three feature length X-rated films of high quality." 

I took a deep breath and went on. "We're not just making porn. Everybody and their sister make porn, but its sloppy porn. The idea is to make a decent film, with a semblance of plot that viewers will remember, and hopefully like enough to buy the next film we produce. 

That brings me to B: The movies will be scripted. By that I mean really scripted. We'll hire some English majors, or journalists to put together a cohesive script from the outlines the production manager and I come up with. Don't get me wrong, ideas are always welcome. But we film from a script. The actors will have someone holding their lines on a large piece of cardboard. We will rehearse the lines beforehand so everyone knows their place and better fucking know how to pronounce the words they're reading off the cards.

C: We'll interview the actors. And yes, you can fuck them if they're agreeable. Now this is important. The actors will probably come in all age groups. I mean, we might need a grandfather, or grandmother for a scene. I told you we're going for quality with a story, so every scene isn't a fuckathon. Then too, it's possible we'll have some scenes with MILF's..."

"What the fuck's a Milfff?"

"That stands for a mother I'd like to fuck. I know you've seen a few."

"More than a few, Dude!" Dandy was getting into it, and I appreciated it.

"And we can't forget the use of extras. We'll have to figure out how much to pay them and whether to do it hourly or daily. That brings us to D: Cameramen. Wilbur is good, very good, but what if we've got all these actors ready to go and he gets hit by a car? Obviously we need more of them; I think two more, with one in a reserve role. 

Maybe use cameramen B and C on an alternating basis. Give them both work and keep them happy that way. It will also allow us more camera angles during the shoot. You can't have too many."

"What else?" Dandy said, "I'm sure you forgot something."

"I can't think of anything ... yes I can. The broads, we'll need tons of them. You want to know how we get them. We interview them." I didn't bother telling him I'd already covered the subject.

Dandy wanted to contribute and said, "We'll place ads in the right places and then film the interviews."

It was at that moment that I decided to get rid of him at the earliest opportunity. But not until he'd had a taste of making some films, and drawing a fair amount of money from the business venture. I made a mental note to have the lawyer evict him from the business before he knew what hit him, but in the nicest possible way.

"Dandy," I said while thinking about the aforementioned. "It's been said there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. This is surely a lie. Anyone who makes this claim has never squirmed under a row of sharp teeth, nor suffered friction burns at the hands of a partner who just wants to get it over with, or endured the lazy manipulations of a mouth that would rather be wrapped around something... anything, else. So we interview them, and you and I can have the pleasure of pronouncing them qualified or unqualified. Understand?"

"Oh, yeah, I see your point."

"While I'm on the subject, I'll add that there really isn't such a thing as a bad double blow job. For one, any girl who teams up with a playmate to work you over is arguably well acquainted with the act of fellatio. And neither girl wants to look bad in front of the other, so they both bring their 'A' games to the, err, court. If having two women at once is like winning the lottery, then having two women worship the knobbed idol of your masculinity is like winning the lottery and the Nobel Prize on the same afternoon."

We laughed at my analogy, and after several more points were made, went our separate ways.

________________________________________

Later that afternoon I heard from the lawyer Hayley had referred me too. His name was Haliford. Harrison Haliford. He heard me out and gave me his rates for hourly and or yearly retention. Being full of confidence at the time, I opted for a yearly retainer of $12,000, as that reduced any hourly charges by half. I know this sounds exorbitant, but my thinking was that I was entering into a full-fledged possibly multi-million dollar business, and in that case the money was well spent.

Mr. Haliford and I met the following morning. I laid out my business plan and he concurred with it, making a couple minor suggestions which I accepted and promptly incorporated. He provided me with five different contracts: One each for the Actors, the writers, the cameramen, Sigourney, and lastly, one for Dan Deleon and myself. 

He smiled as he described the nasty clauses in each, and how they favored me. I inquired about the contract between Mr. X and myself and was told that inasmuch as I had no paper as yet, but since he had already provided me with the first installment of the monies promised, I was at his mercy. It was then that I learned Mr. X was general counsel to the Gambino family in New York, a well-known Mafia family.

I swallowed hard, and I'm sure my complexion paled, for Mr. Haliford permitted himself a thin smile. 

"You have their money. You will make their, or shall I say, your movie, or movies. They will be generous, this I know from the few contacts I've had with them. They expect results from you. I would highly recommend you fulfill your obligation and get the hell out as soon as possible."

"And how would I do that, Mr. Haliford?"

Haliford asked me another question. "Without incurring their displeasure?"

"Yes sir."

At the moment you have agreed verbally to make three feature length X-rated films of high quality for him to distribute nationwide. Did you address international releases with him?"

"No sir."

"He will undoubtedly take that as his own, giving you either nothing at all, or a small pittance of those sales just to keep you happy.

"And after I deliver the third film to him?"

"Hmmm, it might be a bit touchy, but if you're willing I can put you on to some, shall we say, legitimate producers in Silicon Valley who would be interested in working with you ... if your first three films do well sales wise."

"You said, 'touchy, ' would you care to amplify that?"

"Yes, of course. I mean the Gambino Family might refuse to release you from your contract with them."

"I have no contract with them."

"But you do. You verbally agreed to make films for Mr. X in return for certain financial considerations."

"Yes, but ... that covers three films..."

"I know, but consider who you're dealing with. They don't rely on the courts to settle their differences with, um, their partners."

"On the other hand, after the third film they may let me go my merry way?"

"Possibly. And if I may be candid with you, I expect they will. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless your films are resounding successes, then they will most likely want to keep you in their employment. They will give you more money, but still own your films."

"Have I committed everyone making the films to them as well?"

"No, I shouldn't think so. They would consider those personnel expendable. Not in the bad way, of course, but replaceable, unless they win some sort of awards for their work. That might change their viewpoint."

I left his office enraged and frustrated at Hayley's obvious betrayal. Shortly after, as I drove back to the campus, I realized that Haliford was also recommended by Hayley, and headed away from the campus and toward my Aunt Nicole's home.

I stopped at a CVS Pharmacy and called her before dropping in unannounced. She was glad to hear from me and told me to come right over.

She looked better than ever and gave me a promising hug, kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered, "No hanky-panky tonight, Julius will be joining us for dinner. You are staying?"

"Um, yes, of course I am. Thank you for inviting me."

I had a few minutes to fill her in and she saw no problem in telling her husband about my circumstances. "The Gambino family, my God, Aubrey, you move in the strangest circles." But she was smiling that nasty smile of hers at the time.

We had dinner, and after I had filled Julius in on my football experiences at the University, Nicole told him that I needed his advice on a more serious note. Then she left us alone.

Julius listened carefully while I told him exactly what I was up to and what had happened.

"Are you eighteen or older at the present?"

"Yes sir."

"Too bad, although I doubt that legality would matter to the Gambino's. So that leaves us with my second option, actually my first, but I had to determine your age. I should tell you I admire you're gumption in making these films. Nicole tells me you've already made some and they were quite profitable, although considered illegal."

I explained the circumstances to him and he smiled. "This Hayley seems quite the girl."

"Yes sir, she certainly is in a Machiavellian way."

Julius grinned and said, "It's not the end of the world. Let me make a few calls tomorrow. It's possible there is no Gambino connection. They may just be scamming you into turning over the profits from what appears to be a highly profitable enterprise.

"Hayley's father is a very wealthy man. I think he may have a finger in the porno business."

"That supports my theory about there being no real criminal organization involved. Although, what they're trying to pull off is criminal enough." Julius said, and stood up.

I took that as a signal that my time was up, and thanked him and asked him to thank Aunt Nicole as well.

"It's my pleasure. I've heard so many good things about you. And it appears you're trying to live up to them. I'm sure I'll have good news for you tomorrow. Call me around three. I should have a couple answers by then."

I thanked him again and drove over to Sigourney's.

________________________________________

There was another woman with her when I arrived. Her name was Allison. She turned out to be four years older than Sigourney and me, and she was married. There was just something about Allison that I found very irresistible, and I sensed Sigourney knew it and had arranged for her to be there when I arrived. (This turned out to be true; what's the old adage? Women can't live with them-can't without them.) 

She wasn't a stunning beauty, but yet she had an innocent, wholesome look to her that was quite magnetic. She was about 5'7" and nearly perfectly proportioned. Her medium build gave the impression of slenderness, and she had nice round hips which complimented her breasts in making an attractive, shapely form. Her light brown hair hung straight and loosely down to her shoulders. And with only a hint of makeup, she had a very natural look. But I think as much as anything, her personality is what drew me to her. Her demeanor was one of sweetness, yet I had spent enough time with women to see a bit of a mischievous streak in her as well.

Sigourney told me it was perfectly all right to discuss the porno venture in Allison's presence, and I did so, recounting the events of the afternoon. 

Both women were shocked. I made us Vodka Collin's while Sigourney phoned out for pizza. After dinner, the three of us continued to indulge in several more vodkas and the mood had long moved from somber to giddy.

I may not have mentioned that Sigourney was a sophomore, and it turned out that Allison was one too. She had interrupted her education to get married. She had one child, a daughter, Mavis, now two years old. She was now in school thanks to a generous donation from her father. Her husband, Ned, was the apple of her eye, but from the way she kept glancing at Sigourney, I sensed that maybe she craved another fruit on occasion, and that possibly it was Sigourney.

"Do you remember the time when we lived in the dorm and you came back one Sunday night with your mom?" Sigourney asked Allison. "As soon as we heard your key in the door, I jumped up out of bed and ran over to slam it shut."

"Oh, yeah. I remember," Allison said. "That was really easy trying to explain to my mom why it was that my roommate was slamming the door in our faces. When you finally let us in you were in your robe with your lipstick smeared, I think she put two and two together."

"Well, she may even have heard Johnny, since he was hiding in the shower."

Even I had to laugh at that scene. As the evening wore on, I began to flirt with Allison, I was fairly certain Sigourney wanted me too. In turn, that led to our starting a discussion about our sexual preferences. 

Allison got right to the point, looking me right in the eye she said, "Aubrey, you guys seem to think that any time a gal has sex that a man seduced her, or forced her. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Look at us. Sigourney came onto the girls last night and then to you. Here I am, a married woman, coming on to you. One might say we've been stalking you. And what's more, when the evening's over I'll go back to my little life as Allison, faithful wife, until the next time I get an urge."

"And there will be a next time," Sigourney said, handing me another drink.

"Next time?" I said, looking at both women.

Allison laughed and said, "Oh, sure. I'll take classes for the two semesters. I'll pick out a guy in each class to get to know, kinda like tonight. Only I will admit tonight was at Sigourney's instigation.

"What do you tell your husband?"

"I'm working toward my degree, studying my ass off while raising our child and keeping house. As far as he's concerned, I'm too busy to cheat on him."

"Are all women like that?"

"Aubrey, there are two kinds of women. First is the woman who thinks that she got the very best man that was available to her. Not necessarily her first choice, but the best that she could snare. She will be very timid, very protective of her hold on her husband. 

The other kind of gal may or may not have got her first choice of men, but knows that she has the goods; she's a hot ticket that has men making moves on her all the time. She, if inclined, can become the Man Eater that is written about, and has songs written about her. That woman knows exactly what she can attain by using her sexuality, flashing her tits, letting men think that they have stolen her pussy. She's the one you see on the red carpet in Hollywood, or riding with The Donald in a limo. You guys only get what that woman wants to give you."

"Are women that calculating?"

"Absolutely."

"I'm just a clueless simpleton."

Sigourney laughed and said, "Want some advice, Aubrey?"

"Sure."

"Marry a woman who is a bright, aggressive, good-looking bitch and a first class Man Eater. Tie your string to her and hang on. All women are bitches. The question is whether they are bitches for you or against you. Marry her and then stand back and enjoy the show."

"Are you a Man Eater?"

"Got you wrapped around my finger, don't I?"

"Do you?" I said, and caught the look of uncertainty that flitted across her face. "Sure do," she said a split second later.

I had to wonder if Allison's husband had any idea of what kind of woman he was married to. I decided I would fuck them both and let them do one another while I watched or joined in.

I also wondered if I had I encountered this type female before. Probably, I thought, but they might have been too young to have refined their Man Eating skills at the time.

As our discussions continued, my eyes kept coming to rest on Allison. I couldn't stop looking at her. I even stretched out my arm so that it reached behind her where she was sitting. She jumped at first but to my pleasant surprise, she didn't move away. Actually, I think she even cradled a little bit back toward my arm and hand.

"I know you want her," Sigourney whispered in my ear. "I've seen the way you look at her." 

I turned to Sigourney with a bit of a questioning look on my face, wondering if I had correctly understood what she had said. 

"It's okay," she whispered to me as she rubbed her hand on my chest.

Man Eaters? I thought. Were they preparing a meal with me as the main course?

"Hey, you're awfully quiet, Aubrey," Allison said. I didn't say anything, but disengaged my arm from around her shoulder, placed a finger under her chin and pulled her close for a kiss.

Allison let any thought of shock or inhibition slip away as she kissed me back, but there was no exchange of tongues.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Sigourney said, pulling me away from Allison and kissing me soundly.

My mind and body were dancing with emotion and arousal. I never expected Sigourney would be setting me up with her friend so quickly. Still I was wondering what was wrong with this picture. They had insisted they were Man Eaters, and yet here they were making themselves available to me when I had little to offer them other than a good fucking.

Finally I told myself not to question the circumstances, but to enjoy what was happening.

Sigourney and I continued our kiss; Allison moved closer to me, and put her hand on my shoulder. I reached out and squeezed her thigh. Allison began to rub my shoulder and chest before placing her fingers up to play around with my lips as I kissed Sigourney. Eventually, Sigourney broke off our kiss and took Allison's fingers in her mouth to gently lick and suck on them.

Sigourney's eyes were a little glazed in arousal as she sat up and pulled her sweater up and over her head. Then, with one quick motion she reached to the clasp in front, opened her bra, and slipped it off of her shoulders. Her breasts fell free, and her nipples stiffened in the cool air-conditioning. 




Handsome Goes to College Ch. 03



I was salivating for those hard candies and pulled her down to my mouth for a taste. As I sucked on her breasts, Sigourney began unbuttoning my shirt. I sat up and took my shirt off, then turned to Allison and rubbed my hand up and down her back, first over her sweater, then under it. I kissed her and her tongue flew into my mouth. It tasted like warm silk. I idly caressed her stomach with my hand and felt the muscles tighten. Sigourney busied herself pinching my nipples, it hurt, but I ignored it. Still, I shivered when her hand squeezed my cock through my trousers.

Our kiss grew harder; I slid a hand under Allison's bra and gently cupped her breast. I was turned on by the way her hair had been tussled from the kisses. 

Sigourney opened a button then tugged my zipper down; my cock flew out of its confined quarters and into her hand. Allison moaned as my hand massaged the breast, moving it this way and that while she found her way under my shirt and tweaked my nipples in much the same manner as Sigourney had. I sent my other hand under her skirt and squeezed her thigh, then her ass. 

Sigourney squeezed my cock and slowly slid her fist from tip to base and back to tip again. I realized everyone was breathing heavier.

I pulled Allison's underwear to one side and pushed one, then two and then three fingers into her slushy wetness. Allison raised her arms and shrugged her way out of the sweater. When she finally had it up and over her head, the sight of her breasts, restrained only by the lacey fabric of her black bra, made me even hornier.

"Want me to help out?" Sigourney whispered breathlessly.

"Please..." Allison croaked.

Sigourney found the back of her bra, and with a twisting motion, pulled the clasp free then helped Allison slide it off her arms. Allison turned back to me and I let out an excited breath as I saw her gorgeous breasts for the first time. They were very firm and round with large, brown nipples. They too were stiffening in the cold air. I reached up and gave her breasts a squeeze and she let out a small moan. I let my fingers rub against both of her stiff nipples and then lowered myself for a quick taste of both her tits.

I saw Allison staring at my erection and I grew even harder. Sigourney spit into the palm of her hand and moisturized my dick, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum oozing from the tip. I was throbbing like a baton being waved by a half crazed musical director.

"Mmmmm, I can't believe you're so hard for us," Sigourney said.

"It's show thick," Allison said, so filled with lust she was slurring her words.

"That's what I like best," Sigourney said. "When he's inside you it just makes you feel so full. He really stretches me open."

"I bet sit does," replied Allison, still having difficulty in enunciating, but touching it for the first time. My body involuntarily lifted up off the ground as I thrust myself into Sigourney's hand. A surge shot through my body. "And we really haven't even done anything yet," Sigourney giggled. Allison pouted and said, "I hope he lasts long enough to satisfy us both."

"Oh, I think he will. I test drove him yesterday," Sigourney laughed.

To Sigourney I said, "You'd better stop."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want Allison to cum first."

I sat up, grabbed Allison's ankles and pulled them toward me. She shrieked with joyous laughter. Sigourney let go of my cock and I went under Allison's skirt and pulled her panties off and let them hang on my left wrist. I spread her legs open and held onto the insides of her thighs.

Laughing delightedly, Sigourney chirped, "Oh, Allie, you're gonna get it now!"

I paused to let some saliva pool on my tongue, and then began teasing the inside of her right thigh then the lips of her pussy, but saved her clit for last. I made certain to move slowly and with a deliberate gentleness. When she was moaning with a regular rhythm, I picked up speed and moved my fingers back into her hole.

Sigourney busied herself sucking one of Allison's nipples and pulling and twisting on the other. Allison's moans grew in intensity. I bent the fingers up and behind her pubic bone where my fingertips encountered a very soft, smooth area. I moved slowly exploring the area which actually felt like the inside of a very slippery mitten.

"Oh ... you!" she exclaimed, then went silent as I straightened the fingers and reached even further and encountered my goal, a hard, rubbery structure that felt like an erect nipple pointing south. This was her cervix. Her G-spot was about an inch beyond. The heel of my hand was over her clit, and those busy fingers hooked around her pubic bone and pulled upwards as if trying to lift her off the couch.

"Jesus Christ!" Allison screamed, but having her arm over her mouth helped muffle the sound.

"Is he hurting you, baby?" Sigourney cried out, obviously concerned, but I knew she had been following my actions intently, watching and learning, as she later admitted while having me do exactly the same to her.

"Noooo, I don't think so. I feel weird, like I'm gonna pee. But I don't have to pee. It's weird shit, but it's okay."

I kept my fingers hooked, pressing them downward and maintaining a certain pressure on the tissue and waited.

Sigourney went back to teasing Allison's nipples and went I applied a touch more pressure to the sensitive spot the contractions began. Having done this to several women prior to Allison, I quietly assured her that while it might be painful at first to hang in and wait for the reward.

She was a good girl and did as I asked. Her reward came after a minute or so and had her announcing at the highest decibels that she was coming.

Sigourney confirmed what I saw afterward. Allison let loose a long stream of ejaculate that to Sigourney appeared to be piss. But I caught some in my palm, and with Sigourney looking on, tasted it, and then tendered it to her. She hesitated a moment, but then stuck her tongue out, licked my palm, and saw that it was not pee Allison was emitting but a different fluid. Meanwhile, Allison continued to spurt the clear fluid time after time and when it ended she was sobbing uncontrollably.

I had Sigourney hold Alison in her arms while I got a cool glass of water for her. She drank it right down and I refilled the glass for her. After finishing the second glass, Allison looked at me and said, "That was incredible. I mean, I usually come when my partner takes their time. But..." she turned to Sigourney and said, "You have to let him do you. It's incredible!"

"Excuse me," I said, but if you're up for it, this is the best time for me to fuck you."

Both women shrieked, "WHAT!"

"I'm telling you, if we do it now, they'll be nothing but orgasm after orgasm."

Allison didn't need to be told twice. She was on her back with legs parted waiting impatiently for me while Sigourney laughed. "I feel used already," I said, laughing along with her. I pulled Allison to a sitting position and kissed her. Sigourney closed in beside us and alternated between massaging Allison's breasts and pumping my hard cock.

"I want to watch," Sigourney whispered, as her hand dropped to her pussy and she began fingering herself.

"Get us some towels, we don't want to stain the couch," I said, and she trotted off to get them, and on returning slipped them under us and probably saved the couch.

I grabbed Allison's waist and turned her to face away from me. We were both up on our knees as I reached around to take her breasts into my hands. I squeezed her nipples in my fingers as I kissed and sucked along the back of her neck. My stiff cock was pushing into the back of her ass between her cheeks. 

I could literally feel her heat close to my erect dick. I put a hand up on her shoulder and pushed her down onto her hands and knees. I looked at the beautiful ass in front of me that I had admired earlier when pulling off her panties. I placed my fingers down onto her pussy and pushed them inside to feel her wetness. Alison moaned in excitement as I fingered her. She was squirming against my hand until I took it away and put my fingers in her mouth for her to suck, lick and taste her own wetness.

Then, I grabbed my cock and probed for Allison's hot opening. As my cock slid into the tight, wet, blazing hot sheath of her cunt, I tried to memorize everything; the sound of her moaning; the way her face looked when she was all the way down on me; the bounce of her little breasts as she rode me, and the hardness of her nipples. I wanted to remember the contours of her wide-spread thighs, and the way her pink lips clung to me as she rose and fell. I needed to retain the smell of her, her weight, her shape — everything.

"Ohhh, it feels so thick," Allison groaned happily. "It feels so good."

"It's so hot watching him push in and out of you," Sigourney said, sounding like she wished it was her getting plowed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sigourney was still fingering her pussy as she watched me fuck her friend. I had my hands on Allison's ass and hips so that I could really drive into her, slowly pulling out and pushing back inside, savoring the feeling of her unfamiliar pussy. 

Before long I wanted her so bad that I quickened my pace, and was soon pounding in and out of her.

"Fuck her!" Sigourney moaned in my ear. "Plug that wide open pussy. Drive your big cock into her!" The sound of Sigourney talking that way made me bang her friend even harder.

Sigourney slapped Allison's ass. Allison let out a startled moan at the first slap then began breathing heavier as Sigourney continued spanking her ass. Now, as Sigourney spanked Alison, she placed a hand underneath her and started fingering Allison's pussy. And with her other hand she reached between my legs and cupped my balls in her hand. I continued to fuck Allison while Sigourney worked at massaging Allison's swollen clit. Allison whimpered in ecstasy as my cock surged in and out while her best friend worked her clit.

"Yes! Yes!" Allison groaned. "This feels so good. My pussy is on fire! You're going to make me cum!"

Sigourney's fingers worked harder to push Allison over the edge and I plunged my cock deeply inside of her. Allison then forced her pussy back onto my cock as the first waves of orgasm began to shake her body. She let out a loud groan and shuddered around me as her cunt tightened around my dick while spasm after spasm ripped through her. 

I held her tight and kept my cock as deep inside of her as I could, taking pleasure in feeling her climaxing. Seconds' later she quivered twice and came again. This time pushing her well spanked ass all the way back onto me before slowly sliding forward until my hard dick fell out of her cunt.

"I think he's had about all he can handle," Sigourney said. "I think we should probably help him finally relieve all of this pressure.

Sigourney then pulled my cock with her hand and forced it into Allison's mouth. Allison took me into her mouth and licked and sucked her own pussy juice from my erection. Sigourney was right, I had endured about all I could handle and knew I was close.

"You two are going to make me cum," I groaned. 

"I'm going to cum!"

Allison then took her mouth off of me and pressed her face to Sigourney's so that they could both lick and kiss my member. Then with each of them holding my dick, they kissed each other and jerked me off at the same time.

Feeling my ejaculate pouring through my tubes like molten mercury, I took my cock and pointed it at Allison then applied the last two needed strokes. With a loud moan, the first line catapulted out of my dick and hit her cheek. 

Sigourney leaned in and caught the second salvo on the bridge of her nose with a partial spatter landing on her left eyelid. I managed to give them each a fair share of my load, spurting cum into both of their open mouths. They took my cock into their mouths and sucked out of me what was left before kissing each other again while I rubbed my dick over their faces and then sat back and let them lick the cum from their respective faces.

"Did you like doing us like that?" Allison asked as she rubbed her hands over Sigourney's naked flesh, and I was making us all another drink.

"As a matter of fact I did," I said, coming back and handing each of them their drink.

"You can't shock him, Allison; he's been around the block."

"That's right," Allison replied, "he's into porno movies isn't he?"

"Well, I'm about too..." I began, but was interrupted. 

"So he likes it like this, huh?" Allison chirped, and seductively bent over me and gently swayed her ass in the air. I stared up to the light wisps of hair between Allison's legs and reached up to squeeze an ass cheek in my hand.

"Ouchie! That hurts."

"Sigourney slapped you pretty good," I said.

"Did you really spank me?" Alison asked Sigourney. Evidently she hadn't noticed it at the time. She got up and walked over to a mirror and inspected her derrière. "Wow! You left hand prints," she said apparently awed by the red marks.

I made a mental note to spank the both of them if the opportunity presented itself.

Sigourney knelt beside me, smiled and said "I love you," then placed her mouth on one of my nipples and gave me a gentle, yet firm nibble. As she was kissing me and letting her head fall lower, I felt Allison take my cock into her hand again. She began to tug on it and stroke me up and down. Her warm hand felt incredible on me.

"I would love to taste him again," Allison said, "but you found him, so you should have first licks on him this time."

"Christ, you two make me sound like a piece of meat," I said, getting a little pissed off.

"We can share," Sigourney laughed and joined Allison's hand on my fast rising member.

"And, we're off!" I yelled, as both women lowered their mouths to my abdomen, legs, hips, and thighs. They kissed all around me as their hands continued to pump life into my cock. They pulled my legs further apart so that they could reach me better. Sigourney placed her mouth and tongue on the inside of my thigh and licked up toward my balls. When she reached them, she took one in her mouth and sucked hard. I let out a loud moan. At the same time, Allison was moving her mouth closer to my cock. As Sigourney let my testicle fall from her mouth, she stuck her tongue out to lick up my stiff shaft.

Allison moved down to take my other testicle into her mouth for a taste of her own. The feeling of my balls in Allison's mouth combined with the sensation of Sigourney's tongue on my cock was driving me insane. 

I was starting to gasp for air because I was so turned on. Finally, Sigourney placed her mouth over the swollen head of my cock. I looked down to see that both of them were looking up into my eyes. Allison had taken her mouth off of me and was firmly holding the base of my cock and directing it into Sigourney's mouth. 

Sigourney plunged down over me, taking me into her hot, wet mouth. I reached down with my hands and placed them on both of the girls' heads.

My hips were starting to buck against Sigourney's plunging lips when Allison finally pulled me free of Sigourney's mouth and toward her own. I watched as Allison's lovely mouth stretched around and converged down upon my now inflexible cock. Sigourney looked up into my eyes and flashed a small smile at me, as if to say, 'Isn't this fun!'

"Let me taste you," I said to Sigourney, taking her hand and pulling her up to me. And while Allison continued to suck my dick, I tugged Sigourney even closer and positioned her so that her thighs were straddling my face. 

I reached up with my hand and felt her wet heat. I could smell her arousal and it made my cock throb harder in Allison's mouth.

I began eating Sigourney by running my tongue along the inside of her thighs and nibbling at her warm flesh. I couldn't get enough of her. With two fingers, I gently spread her apart and raised my head off the ground and lapped at her juices. She threw her head back ecstatically while I licked long and deeply inside of her wet opening. 

She reached down and placed her hands on my head to pull me closer to her. I began to alternate between long, slow licks up to her clit and quick, probing flicks of my tongue on her hot button.

"Oh, yes baby," Sigourney cried out. "Your tongue feels soooo good. And watching Allison on you has me so turned on."

Her thighs started trembling around me as she squeezed my head tighter between them. She took in a deep breath and only a small squeak of air escaped her mouth before she began convulsing in her orgasm. As she was cumming on my tongue, I felt Allison take me out of her mouth and rise up behind Sigourney. Sigourney's thighs relented and freed my head. I glanced up and saw that Allison had her arms around Sigourney to support her weight and to grasp her breasts. 

When Allison began to squeeze Sigourney's nipples, Sigourney let out another scream and finished coming. Sigourney then shifted her leg and moved off my mouth. She turned to kiss Allison, and I could see the outlined shape of their tongues silhouetted in the dim lighting. Sigourney then lowered herself to me and kissed me, allowing me to taste a little of both of them.

"Does Alison need a ride home?" I asked.

Both women giggled. Sigourney answered my question, saying, "No sweetie, it's a sleepover. Want to join us?"

She didn't have to ask me twice, but then I remembered I had football practice at eight in the morning, and begged off. "I really need what little stamina I have left in my tank," I told them. They jeered at me and made me feel wimpish and guilty. But I got dressed and made it home to sleep for five meager hours before having to get up and going. If that's what one would call what I was doing. 

It showed at practice, the coaches were all over me, making me run extra sprints until I was vomiting on the grass near the sidelines.

It was then that I knew I was going to quit football to concentrate on my studies and making my movies. And so, just like that, I moved into the next phase of my life.

Organizing Things

After classes that day I went home and to sleep, waking at five the following morning. At eight, I called Julius Baxter and learned that Mr. X was no longer my producer. I wanted to cheer, but realized that left a gaping hole in my financial and distribution needs.

But Julius was at least a step ahead of me. "You have an eleven o' clock conference call in my office. Be there, no tie necessary. But be there, and be prepared to answer some tough questions."

I made my class in Spanish at nine then cut the remainder of my morning schedule. I stopped by the football coach's office and hurriedly told him I had lost interest in being a backup quarterback. He took it well, and I trotted to my car and drove over to Julius' office.

It went surprisingly well. He had a client who knew a guy, who knew a ... you can see where I'm going with this. At any rate, 'the guy' in question happened to be located in California, Silicon Valley to be specific. His name was Howard Keller, and he made it clear to me that he did not invest in beginners, but had seen two of my films made earlier with Hayley and thought they had merit.

"More than merit," he said, "they made a shitload of money. They were also fresh and full of ideas that, I'm sorry to say, have been stolen by everyone out here in the business. I'm guessing you've got some new ideas, at least I hope you do, or I'm wasting my money."

"Mr. Keller," I said, trying not to stammer, I do have some new ideas, but I'll tell you what, you bankroll the first film, and if you don't like it, you keep it and I'll forgo any money it makes."

"You sound confident, kid."

"Oh, I'm not finished. If you like it, you double the size of the bankroll for the next two films, and we split the profits fifty-fifty, after you recoup your investment."




Handsome Goes to College Ch. 03



Keller protested, saying, "Wait a minute, I don't make any deals without my lawyer's approval. I recommend you do the same. That said, I'm not turning your offer down, I just want cooler heads to look at the situation. We need to put it in writing, ask Julius, he'll tell you I'm right."

I looked at Julius and he nodded affirmatively. 

"I don't disagree with you, Mr. Keller, I think you're right. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to let me know how much money you're thinking of advancing us to get under way." 

I then went on to tell him what my needs were and where we stood as a production company.

"You've got all those people lined up?" he said.

"No. Not all of them. I still need a lighting expert, an electrician and two cameramen. Um, I expect to meet with the cameramen this afternoon to see if they'll accept my salary offer. 

I've got feelers out for a couple a scriptwriters. I'll have to look at some of their work to see if they really can put a script together. And my production manager is putting an ad together to pull in some potential actors and actresses for auditions."

"You've been busy," he said.

"I can't afford to waste time. This afternoon I'm having someone check out several locations for shooting the sex scenes. You know it never really ends until the film is in the can."

"I know. Okay, before the lawyers get involved, will $100,000 be sufficient to get you through the first film?"

"I certainly hope so."

"It had better, that's all you're going to get out of me. I want a film that's different from all this shit being mass produced."

"I'll tell you this much, we'll have a story with a plot and lines the actors can deliver without screwing up. I'm hoping to attract the female audience to my films as well as the males already going to see them."

"I like you're thinking. Okay, I'll be in touch with Julius and you. Good talking with you. Break a leg, kid," and he hung his phone up.

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I had an hour before my meeting with Wilbur and his buddies, so I went to Burger King and feasted on two burgers and an order of large fries along with a coke.

To say that Wilbur was excited would be no exaggeration. He was quivering with excitement as he introduced a tall, skinny, pimpled faced kid, named Ross, whose driver's license stated that he was twenty-six, although he looked fifteen.

"Vinnie's late," Ross said in a high-pitched voice. I would later learn that his friends called him Birdie because of it. I shortened it to Bird, for two reasons: first, Birdie sounded too juvenile and I didn't want a group of naked men and women trying to get it on while someone called Birdie was being told to move in for a close-up, or other camera strategy. 

Second Larry Bird was King on the basketball courts at the time. Calling him Bird, gave him prestige, and with his geeky looks and voice, he needed as much of that as I could dredge up for him. And he seemed to take to the new nickname.

Vinnie showed up ten minutes later. He was a muscular guy, although short, possibly 5 feet, 5 inches tall and wore elevated shoes. He was decent looking, and in short order proved he knew more about camerawork than Bird, but because he was late and because it really didn't matter, except to the guys themselves, I made him 3rd camera.

All three needed camera work. Porno, I was told, was totally acceptable to their world in that it counted as professional work behind the lens on their respective resumes. 

I offered them the same wages and met no resistance. And when I told them they would be filming the interviews and getting blowjobs from the occasional applicant (well, females anyway.) they quickly signed the contracts Julius had provided me with earlier.

Vinnie also proved valuable in setting me up with my electrician and not one, but two lighting experts, all of whom were happy to sign on the following day.

I called Sigourney, learned that Allison wanted me to know that she expected to see more of me in the future, and that she was meeting with a potential writer later that afternoon and would I be interested in sitting in. 

I was, and did. Her name was Ursula Bartoli. I would have cast her for a role in a nanosecond. But one of the first things she told me on meeting her was that she was not interested in performing in front of a camera.

"I do," she said, "have some interesting ideas for some storylines, however. I have a vivid imagination and Sigourney here tells me you're looking for that rather than the run-of-the-mill crap one rents at the video store these days.

I admitted that was what I wanted and told her I would pay her $50 for a synopsis and that if I liked it, would pay her $500 for a finished script.

"What about revisions?" Ursula asked, "There are always revisions that take time, and of course they always need to be done immediately."

"How does $100 sound?"

"For each revision, fine, but no, if that includes all revisions."

"Are you a law student?" I asked with a smile.

"No, but Daddy's a lawyer," she answered, returning my smile.

"Okay, a hundred for each revision, ' I said agreeably. "And here's a check for $150 for the first three synopses, Ursula."

That got me a hug from Ursula, whose boobs were quite firm as they mashed against my chest. 

Sigourney checked me out to see what effect the hug had had on me. It wasn't all that noticeable. Well that's what she told me later. 

I would not meet the other writers until the next day. That meeting went almost as well as Ursula's had, except they didn't give me a hug. At any rate, their names were Willie Smith and Demetrius (Demetri) Roskov; and they were proven writers having been published several times each. 

However, their respective work, although published had not sold well, and they were hungry and willing to work with me.

After Ursula left, Sigourney showed me the draft she'd put together for the ad we would be placing. It seemed all right and I gave her the green light on it. I knew it would attract some candidates, and as yet we didn't know exactly what types would be needed for the first shoot since we had no script at the moment.

"We could use that little scene we talked about the other day," Sigourney said seriously.

"The one where two hitchhikers are picked up?" I asked, and got a quick nod. "Let's put that on a back burner for the time being."

"Okay, but why?"

"It's not fleshed out, we have no usable dialogue. Our stuff has to have decent plot and dialogue. I'd like you to place the ad and we'll go from there. Now I've gotta run, I'm supposed to catch up with Dan DeLeon and help him scout a couple potential locations."

"Houses? You two are looking at houses to rent?" Sigourney sounded incredulous that we two could pull it off.

"Yeah, the two of us are looking at some properties. While we don't know what we're going to be filming, we can always use a given property even if only for exterior shots. But we'll be looking at them with several things in mind."

"Such as?" Sigourney asked.

"Availability, location, extras, such as privacy afforded and say, swimming pool, or type rooms. I mean, there's bedrooms in every house, but some have pool tables or luxurious rooms that ooze glamour. Some rooms are easier to light than others. It goes on and on."

"How are you gaining access to these ... potential sites?"

"Oh, didn't I mention that I have a realtor working with us. A realtor who guarantees us secrecy and for a price will let us use the occasional home whose owners are out of the country, and as long as we have the place cleaned professionally after filming won't cost us 

butka."

"I'm impressed, Bree. Really I am. That doesn't leave us much time. Want to have a quickie?"

"I'd love one, but there's no time. I should be with Dandy already."

Sigourney pouted. It was a lovely pout but one I'd seen women use before and I gave her a quick kiss and hug and after reminding her to place the ad, left her to catch up with Dandy.

I found Dandy with the realtor, who was the mother of this girl Dandy was boffing regularly. 

The mother thought an engagement was on the horizon, it wasn't, but neither of us saw any reason to tell her otherwise. She was a greedy type, and perfect for what we wanted. I saw no reason not to tell her what we were doing, and to my surprise she decided to make us a personal cause, as porn made tons of money and she wanted her daughter marrying a rich husband. 

I was relieved that was her reason. For a moment her enthusiasm led me to think she wanted a starring role in one of the films.

But one thought led to another and I checked her out with a thought to actually using her in a parental type role. 

But when I mentioned the possibility, she laughed it off, saying her professional career came first. Making a porno flick would ruin her reputation. Then she caught me completely off guard by telling me that she did know a couple women who would die to be in our films. So I asked and received their names and numbers. All Veronica wanted was to be able to call them first. 

When I asked if in her opinion, they would look good on camera, she laughed and said, Molly will dazzle you, and Vickie will probably fit the bill, although she's not a beauty-queen.

The home we looked at I dismissed at first sight. It was too exposed to prying eyes. 

I told Veronica and she agreed immediately and we drove off in two vehicles to the next house.

It met my initial criteria, and we learned the owners had had it for sale for over six months without any offers being made.

"It really needs an up dated kitchen. Potential buyers come in, see the kitchen and leave without going through the rest of the house. It would cost about $65,000 to modernize and they will have to lower their asking price or put money into it before any serious buyer with talk to them."

"So, this will be here next week or next month if we need it?"

"More than likely. But can I suggest something?"

"Certainly."

"Use a three day max on filming at any place you find. Three days gives you a kind of safety-net for getting in and out without undue complications."

"You just earned yourself $100, Veronica," I said and handed her two fifty dollar bills.

"Hmmm, I can do business with you two," she said, tucking the bills into her bra.

"Part of that's for the recommendations on Mindy and Vickie."

"Um, it's Molly and Vickie. Get their names right, sweetie, you don't want to piss them off at the start of a relationship now, do you?"

"I don't and thank you, I really appreciate your advice."

"Dan, when are you seeing my daughter again?"

"Oh, we're going out tomorrow night," he replied quickly. Too quickly by my count, for a strange expression crossed Veronica's face, but she recovered quickly, and we went on to look at a third house, which also had possibilities.

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On my way home I remembered the twins and how I had wanted to use them in a film. I called Ursula, told her about them and asked if she might try working something out that featured twins.

"It's unusual, but why not? I was toying with an idea, but hadn't put anything down. I can table it and give your suggestion some serious thought. By the way, have you located the other writers yet?"

"Yes, I have," and I filled her in on Willie and Demetri, whom she did not know. 

"We'll have a meeting in two days, okay? We can toss some ideas around and look at any material you guys might have at that time."

"Sounds, good to me. Meanwhile, I'll get hopping on the twins deal."

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To my great surprise, Allison was waiting with Sigourney when I arrived to pick Sigourney up for a little fun and games. They wasted no time at all in stripping and helping me out of my all too cumbersome shorts and Mighty Mouse T-shirt. Both women, in their own right were accomplished flautists in the skin section of the orchestra; Allison with her soft, silky lips and Sigourney with her tongue ring and talented fingers. Each of them had their little tricks—a slight flick of the wrist, or curl of the tongue, and great suction. Of course both swallowed, even shared my sperm before doing so.

I knelt on the bed and they had me together; taking my cock into their wet mouths and passing it back and forth, smiling and giggling as they did so. Each time their mouths met they giggled and kissed each other. They even tried to wrap their lips around me and kiss at the same time, a stunt which only prompted more giggling. 

I wondered how a married woman like Allison could get out of the house so easily, leaving a husband to babysit while she was out catting around. 

It never occurred to me that Allison might be bringing Sigourney over to her place for a different three-some, keeping him in line by telling him they needed their time together once or twice a week.

Someone asked me once whether these moments ever bore me. As I hovered over my lovely playmates, thinking about the moment when I'd make a mess on their pretty faces, it occurred to me that this must have been the dumbest question I've ever been asked.

We went somewhere afterward, I really don't remember where. I had a big, stupid double-blowjob smile planted on my face all night. 

People would strike up conversations with me only to drift away moments later, angry that I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't help myself. Even when we came home, when I had the girls again, plunging into one inviting cunt and then the next—even then, I was thinking about those two mouths performing their lovely duet on me.

It never gets old.

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Allison was still in bed with us when I awoke around ten. I asked her when she had to be home. "One," she said, Nick has a meeting at two-thirty."

"Then let's have some fun shopping," I said, catching them both off-guard.

"YOU ... want to take us shopping?" Sigourney laughed.

"I do. Bad idea?"

"On the contrary, it's a wonderful idea. Do you have a place in mind?" Allison asked, numbly.

"The Mall. If that's..."

"Perfect!" They said together. Fifteen minutes later (the ladies needed to apply some lipstick after the blowjob) were we on our way.

I selected a dress shop that had some very sexy cocktail dresses on display, and we ventured in. After roaming around I noted two things. One, there was only one salesgirl on duty. 

The other two were at lunch for another forty minutes. (Yes, I asked.) And the changing room had room for at least two of us and perhaps more.

I selected a dress with no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small either girl, handed it to Sigourney and asked her to try it on first. 

Allison's mouth dropped at that as she realized she would be trying the same dress on after Sigourney.

I whispered to Sigourney that she should take everything off before trying the dress on, and the idea was to seduce the salesgirl. I gave her a light pat on the rump and sent her into the dressing room.

I summoned the salesgirl and told her that she might want to assist my friend. She bit her lower lip a, nodded and hurried after Sigourney. 

Allison and I both saw that Sigourney was already nude when the girl opened the dressing room door. I had followed her and kept the door from fully closing. The girl did nothing as Sigourney stepped into the dress. Her undivided attention was on Sigourney. She was completely unaware of Allison and me standing, (well I was leaning into Allison's ass just a little.) outside the room.

"It seems to be stuck," Sigourney said in a low voice. The sales girl couldn't seem to find her voice, my guess is she was eighteen or nineteen, and inexperienced in sexual matters. She motioned at Sigourney to take the dress off and start over. 

Sigourney took the dress off and stood naked in front of the salesgirl who accepted the dress and then just stood riveted to the spot.

"I think a size larger will do," Sigourney told her. The girl nodded and turned almost bumping into us. It was as if she hadn't noticed us standing there as she blundered past us and quickly found the same dress in a larger size and hurried back to Sigourney, who was now seated in the solitary chair the dressing room offered facing the door with her legs wide open. 

The salesgirl stopped in her tracks, obviously stunned by the glint of sparkling light generated by the two rings Sigourney had piercing her labia.

"OH!"

"Come in, come in!" Sigourney called out shrilly, causing both Allison and me to start laughing uncontrollably.

Handing Sigourney the dress, the salesgirl turned away from her and seemed startled to find us at the dressing room door looking in.

Before she could say a word, Sigourney whirled past her and came up to me asking, "How does it look? Is it to big?"

I reached out and pinched her left nipple. Sigourney feigned a screech, but left my hand where it was.

"I can see your cunt," Allison said, and put a finger at Sigourney's entrance.

The salesgirl appeared horrified at first, and then underwent a change that apparently rendered her spontaneously sexual. She licked her lips and her right hand lightly rubbed across her pussy as she watched Allison's finger jab Sigourney's cunt a second time.

"You try it, Allison," Sigourney said, stepping out of the dress and standing nude just outside the dressing room. Allison followed her lead and stripped in place, then put the dress on while the salesgirl gaped at her. 

I wasn't sure if it was sufficiently lustful as yet, but my hopes were soaring.

"Oh," Sigourney said, "I see what you mean," and jabbed a finger against Allison's pussy while I placed an arm around the salesgirl's shoulder. 

The girl looked at me but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. I told the girls to find another dress. They began looking immediately, one nude, one almost nude, as casually as if they were home in their own bedroom.

"You don't mind if they traipse around like this do you?" I asked.

"N ... no ... not at all," she stammered.

"So, what's your name, pretty girl?" I inquired.

"Bridget," she said, but it was obvious her mind was elsewhere. Allison found another dress, a black, clingy thing, more lingerie than dress, but it seemed perfect for her. She dropped the dress she'd worn on the counter and sauntered past Bridget and me waltzing into the dressing room, leaving the door ajar.

Sigourney found one a moment later and joined Allison, but instead of trying the dresses on, Allison went to her knees while Sigourney placed one leg on the chair, opening her sex to Allison.

Moments later, she was munching and licking away at Sigourney's cunt while Bridget and I looked on.

The salesgirl had a confused expression on her face, yet her arousal was also obvious.

I shook my erection from my slacks and tapped her wrist with it. "Take it," I said softly, and she did, gripping it tightly in her little fist. 

"Let's join them in the dressing room."

Holding my dick, Bridget followed me inside and I closed the door behind us. Her eyes were glued to Sigourney's crotch, where Allison was busily lapping away while Sigourney held herself open and tried to maintain her balance.

"Do you want to suck me or her?" I asked the salesgirl. There was a long pause before she replied. "Can ... Can I do both?"

"Of course you can, I told her as kindly as possible, although I realized the other salesgirls would be returning to the store before she finished either one of us. 

"Here, start with me." I brought my cock to her mouth and she devoured me to the root in her lust.

Moments later, Bridget had a hand under her dress and in her panties, frigging away toward an orgasm while slathering my dick with saliva, licking and sucking for all she was worth.




Handsome Goes to College Ch. 03



Allison was giving Sigourney all she could handle, and Bridget was licking my balls when we heard the front door open. I began to count, one ... two ... three...

The two salesgirls had returned. It was Bridget's bad luck that one of them was the store manager. 

She was the one who screamed first. I really believe the other one, a girl of perhaps twenty, screamed a split second later. 

We dressed quickly, while the manager phoned for the Mall security. We left, taking the mortified Bridget with us. I was promising her a better job as we all piled into my car. I was convinced Bridget would be a great actress, and gave her $500 as a down payment. (Actually, her rent was due, and I wanted to use her as a test case for the cameramen and myself in perfecting our interviewing techniques.)

Back at Sigourney's I had Bridget sit down in the kitchen. 

Looking straight into her eyes, I said, "You know they fired you, right?"

"Yeah, probably, anyways I can't go back there."

"Speaking of back there ... I mean the store, Bridget ... are you listening?"

"Um, yeah, I guess," she responded listlessly.

"But I thought you liked what went on back there. Am I wrong?"

"It ... it got me going, you know?"

"The money I gave you, you put it away in a safe place?"

"Um, yeah," she tapped her purse, revealing the monies whereabouts.

Sigourney chimed in with, "You're a little slut, aren't you, Bridget? You wanted to take Allison's place at my cunt, didn't you?"

"I ... I guess..."

"And you sucked his cock, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah ... I guess..."

It was obvious Bridget had low self-esteem. I decided to capitalize upon it. "Don't guess, say what you mean."

Bridget turned a deep shade of red. She tried to nod, but I kept her head still. "Uh-uh. I want you to tell me," I said harshly.

In a tiny whisper, she replied, "I like cock. I like sucking them, and I like them inside me."

"What about girls like Sigourney here?" (I should point out that shortly after arriving back at Sigourney's, Allison left to return to her own place.)

"Yes."

"Yes? What the fuck does yes mean?" Sigourney shouted, causing Bridget to cringe.

"I mean ... I like eating pussy. I could eat pussy all day long. I could fuck and suck cocks all day too," her eyes were downcast, but I saw her arousal mounting.

"Let's see you eat Sigourney right now," I said callously.

"Okay," she replied meekly and moved to where Sigourney was slouched in a kitchen chair, and knelt at her feet.

"Could ... could you open for me, please?" she pleaded.

Sigourney laughed and opened her legs. She glanced at me in appreciation, and placed a hand on Bridget's head, saying, "Go for it, sweetie!"

Bridget's fingers briefly toyed with the outline of Sigourney's vaginal lips, circling around and around, picking up the moisture that was flowing abundantly over her fingers. Then she began a stroking motion that parted Sigourney's labia and ran along the length of her lips without entering her, pausing periodically on her clit. 

Sigourney shuddered and gingerly bit down on Bridget's shoulder as she held her. Soon, random downward strokes entered Sigourney, eventually penetrating her with a luxurious consistency.

Sigourney abandoned any pretence of modesty and lifted a foot onto Bridget's knee, splaying her elevated leg to the side to open herself and allow Bridget's probing to go deeper. Sigourney's hands were around Bridget's neck as she stood leaning backwards, balanced with one foot on the ground, while Bridget's fingers explored the opening of her cunt.

"Uh-Huh, uh-huh!" Sigourney grunted, as Bridget's index finger gently scraped over her clitoris. To my surprise, Sigourney came quickly, and pulled Bridget close to her and kissed her hungrily.

Bridget's finger kept pumping into Sigourney's cunt.

I slipped a hand under Bridget's dress and quickly imprisoned it against the cotton of her panties, which were wet with her excitement.

As soon as I touched the salesgirls slit she lowered her face to Sigourney's cunt and began licking her. Sigourney promptly thrust her pelvis back at her face. 

Moments later, Sigourney appeared to tire in maintaining her position and simply lay down on her back with her knees drawn up to her chest, spread them apart with her hands and enjoyed the mouth and tongue of the young girl mouthing her twat.

Not wanting to be left out of the equation, I hiked Bridget's dress up over her hips and tugged her panties to one side. I fingered her as she lapped away at Sigourney, and at the opportune moment, entered her with a monumental hard on.

She was so surprised that she left off on her cunt-lapping to enjoy the heavenly feel of my penetration. (Her words, not mine.) Moments later, with her chin and mouth shining from Sigourney's juices, she resumed her greedy consumption.

Meanwhile, I fucked her with a steady rhythm, not to fast, nor to slow. I called it my Goldilocks pace. i.e., just right for the lady. I was too damned hot from all the fucking around in the store and watching Bridget munching away at Sigourney, to last very long, and so realizing the futility of trying to prolong the fuck, I sped up my pumping and came with a rush. Bridget came along with me, but to her credit, she kept going on Sigourney, concentrating on maximizing the pleasure being given to Sigourney. 

"Uh huh, yeah, lick it, baby! Eat my pussy, little slut!" Sigourney cried out, as Bridget's tongue applied itself to her sensitive nerve endings.

"Oh, God baby, eat that fuckin' pussy!" Sigourney's upper body was gyrating wildly, as the only way she could express her pleasure was through moving her torso, since to move the pleasure center of her wild cunt would necessarily move it away from its tormenting tongue.

Sigourney was nearing her climax, when she suddenly felt long, wet warm digits thrusting up inside her tight, hot asshole, (my gift to the ladies) and she exploded in a paroxysm of gutter language, and thrusts of her pelvis against Bridget's face. "FUCKING NICE, PRINCESS!"

She gasped for breath, then spat out, "Oh you son-of-a-bitch, Bree! Fuck my asshole with those long fingers! MAKE ME CUM!"

Knowing she was close, both Bridget and I worked harder on Sigourney until she came with a tumultuous howl and then fell back, hitting her head on the floor and lay there breathing heavily and quietly sobbing.

Then it was Bridget's turn. I sat back on the couch and had her straddle my lap with her legs splayed apart. I had her bend her knees up against my chest.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she had the nerve to ask.

"Do you want a great fuck or not?"

"A great fuck? Yeah, sure!"

Sigourney laughed, although she didn't know what I was up to either.

Having assumed the position, Bridget was now almost upside down, with her arms stretched out behind her supporting her weight.

"Here we go!" I said and started fucking her. Basically, she had no choice but to use her PC muscles to keep me inside her. She did a commendable job, and her reward was my speeding up and slowing down, making sure to hit most if not all of her pleasure points.

My own reward, and the main reason I used this awkward position was that it afforded me a full-frontal va-va-voom view of Bridget as we fucked. Images that fueled my imagination for days afterward. Images that were reinforced when Sigourney demanded we try it several days later.

After I came with Bridget, Sigourney took her, cleaning my sperm from the salesgirl's twat and bringing her to multiple orgasms as Sigourney repaid her for the wonderful head she had given her earlier.

After we had all showered and dressed, Bridget readily agreed to appear in our films. She didn't seem to mind that we would not be fucking her in them.

"Hey, a fuck's a fuck, so long as it's a good fuck," she laughed.

All in all, a very good day.

Meetings, Meetings, Meetings

I returned home to find the football coach, Dave Currey, talking with my mother while waiting for me to come home.

He told me he understood my reluctance to play as fourth string, but at practice that day the starting quarterback had torn his ACL and was out for the year. 

I nodded in understanding, and said, "That leaves two more quarterback's, coach."

"I'm afraid not, Bree. Norris, (the second string quarterback) has mono, he's out indefinitely. And while you were 4th string, you did get to play and played well. I'd like you to come back. You would back up Spud Taylor Saturday, and you know as well as I that he's inexperienced."

"He's a junior, coach. He'll do all right."

"And what if he goes down?"

My mother jumped in at that point, saying, 

"Aubrey, it's your school. You can't let them down."

"I caved in. It wasn't that hard to do. I really liked playing football and knew that under the circumstances I would see playing time. I was better than Spud, and we both knew it. 

The coach probably knew it too. I told the coach I would be on the practice field the next day, ready to play.

"You know, Bree, I haven't told the team you left. As far as their concerned you never quit. But I want to welcome you back, son." He shook my hand and left moments later.

I slept well; after all, I had had quite a day.

________________________________________

The following afternoon, after classes and after football practice, I dragged my ass over to Sigourney's and after discussing how to handle the conversation, placed a call to Veronica's friend, Molly Trammel.

Both Molly and I treaded carefully at first. She loosened up a little on hearing that Veronica had recommended her, and that the money was decent, her word, not mine.

It turned out that she and Vickie Shouse were very good friends, and that in Molly's opinion, Vickie would be willing to take on a role or two.

"You understand we want the two of you to play, um, parental type roles."

"So there's no chance I'll get laid in a scene or two?" she said.

"Um, I'd say the possibility exists. Remember, the scripts have yet to be written."

"Wonderful," she replied, and I realized I was getting a woodie talking to her.

"I can't wait to tell Vickie!" she chirped. "And I can't wait to meet you, Aubrey."

"Likewise, I'm sure," I replied. "So would lunch around two tomorrow be too soon?"

"It works for me, but I'm not sure about Vickie."

"I'll call her as soon as we hang up," I told her. Molly agreed, and we ended our conversation.

As promised, I called Vickie. She turned out to be more agreeable about acting in our porno films than Molly. She was also available for lunch the following day.

All in all, it had been a productive day. Oh, for the record, I did not fuck Sigourney that afternoon. She had to pick up her uncle at the airport a few minutes after I talked with Molly and Vickie, and so I headed home, intent on hitting the books and getting some needed rest.

Around eight that evening I remembered the twins and how I had wanted to use them in a film. I called Ursula, told her about them, and asked if she might try working something out with twins as the featured stars.

"Can do," Ursula said, sounding upbeat. "I have some shit I'd like to try out on you when you have time," she added.

I arranged to meet with her the next day around three. I also mentioned hiring the two older women, and asked that she keep them in mind when writing material. Ursula was impressed that I already had some actresses under contract. I didn't bother telling her no one was "under contract" yet, and left it that way.

I called Dan and asked that he treat Veronica's daughter nicely for the next month or so.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean don't piss her off, and don't get caught with another girl in the meantime. You want a fresh piece of ass, come in when we interview some, and fuck them as part of the interview."

"I like your thinking, big guy," he said, and I realized I'd taken the right position with him. Left to his own devices he might have hit on Molly or Vickie, or even Veronica herself and really fucked things up for everyone.

________________________________________

I met Molly and Vickie for lunch the next afternoon. Molly was a tawny-blonde with short blond hair, crew cut on the sides and a bit longer at the top; this highlighted her long flawless neck. Then there were her eyes; a gray-blue that most certainly held one's attention. They were complemented by a wide, sensual mouth. She was built like a brick shit house, narrow waisted between the lush mounds of her C-cup tits and firm, solid haunches. Her curvy charms were well-revealed in the tight, skimpy red dress she chose to wear for the occasion.

Vickie, on the other hand, stood five foot seven. Most women over forty take a risk when wearing a mini-skirt. Not Vicki, she was slender with extremely long legs for her size. They were strong, and powerful as well as smooth and shiny. She had small pointy breasts that probably rarely saw anything but a sports bra. I noticed the extra movement beneath a loose shirt every time she moved. Her hair, which must have been a fiery red when she was a teenager, was now a faded copper. She wore it up. Her skin had an almost porcelain quality to it, pale and delicate. But she was anything but delicate. And when she gazed into your eyes with those deep emerald green eyes, you felt as if she was doing an inventory of your soul. A proud bearing and a sweet smile rounded out her appearance. The camera would love her, and she seemed to know it.

When I told them how much they would make playing the material, or older woman in a given scene neither women balked. In fact it appeared it was of little or no concern to either of them.

"Do we get laid by these young studs?" Vickie inquired with a wry smile.

"Yes," I replied, "probably not on camera, but that can be arranged if you want it."

"I don't care, I just want to get laid by someone who can get it up and keep it up."

I glanced at Molly. She read my mind. "I agree," she said then laughed. "Look at us, we're both..." she paused then said, "Over forty, but be honest, don't we look desirable?"

"I think the both of you are highly desirable. I learned all about sex from an older woman and I've never regretted a moment of it. In fact, I stop by her place occasionally for ... um, a refresher course. I never fail to learn something new."

"Now that's a ringing endorsement, isn't it, Vickie?"

"It certainly is, Molly. Perhaps Aubrey here would like to continue his education with us?"

I interrupted Vickie, and said, "You've already got my mind racing, ladies. While I certainly would be delighted to jump into the sack with either, or both of you, what I was thinking was ... um, was having you instruct some of the younger actors in the how too's of pleasing a woman."

"I like the way you think, Aubrey," Molly said with a twinkle in her gray-blue eyes.

"I find it commendable in a young man who can put forth his ideas to the opposite sex so succinctly."

"You know," I said, "If you don't find it offensive, I might have the writers put together a scene or two with, um, say one of you seducing the boy who mows your lawn, or something along those lines."

"What about our seducing our daughter's boyfriend?" Molly asked mischievously.

"That's a fine example, Molly. Let me make a note of it."

"Pardon me if I'm overly forward, Aubrey," Vickie said, "but would you like to come home with me and fuck my brains out?"

"Vickie, don't be so presumptuous. I'm sure Aubrey has better things to do with his time than bed some old women like us."

"I didn't invite you, Molly."

The claws were out, and I tried to intervene as quickly as possible. "I'm booked solid today, Vickie. But if you want, I'm free tomorrow around five."

"Wonderful!" Vickie cooed, "Here's my address and phone number. I'll see you at five!" 

She turned and gave Molly a victory smile. I couldn't let our meeting end on such a sour note and so I added, "And Molly, if you're free the following afternoon at roughly the same time, I'd be happy to pay my respect to you as well."

"Six would be better for me, Aubrey. And I really thank you for suggesting it." she turned to face Vickie and said, "We can compare notes after. I'm sure Aubrey will have some interesting comments concerning our prowess in the sack."

"I'm sure," Vickie replied, but I could see she was seething at how Molly had managed to keep up with her.

After making sure I had both their numbers, I left them to finish their lunch and drove off to my meeting with Ursula.

Ursula was dressed to seduce, and I almost forgot why we were meeting. Fortunately, Sigourney called to see how things were going and cooled me off. 

Well, not exactly, she told me what we would be doing later that evening and that caused me to rethink my plan for bedding Ursula then and there. As it turned out, that worked for all concerned. Ursula did have some good thoughts on using the twins (more on that later.) and my failure to make a move on her sex-wise, proved beneficial in that in her mind I became more desirable, and of course, Sigourney was waiting for me later. 

Could it get any better than this?

Oh, the twins ... Ursula handed me a few lines of a plot that had the twins in a college dorm, spying on a roommate masturbating and then making great use of a dildo. 

Ursula had penned a few lines for them describing what they'd like to do to her and then agreeing to move in while she was still going at it and confronting her. After that the roomie was putty in their hands, and the three girls went through a varied repertoire before calling a couple of guys in to help finish them all off. I liked her idea and told her to flesh it out, that she'd earned her money and wrote her a check to prove it.

I met Veronica at five and found the property she had to show ideal for its several bedrooms. I signed a two-month lease with an option to buy. The later part being necessary to complete the deal. This would become our base for the next two months of shooting sex scenes.

The following afternoon I rejoined the football team. None of the players seemed to be aware that I had quit the team only to rejoin it, and I left it that way. 

After practice I called Dan DeLeon, Wilbur and Ross (Bird) Mann, two of the three cameramen we would be using. Dan had set up an interview with the first girl to answer Sigourney's ad in the paper. Her name was Indess Mahoney, and we all seemed to arrive at the home I had leased the day before.

While the cameramen set up their equipment, I brewed some coffee and gave Indess a cup and called Dan over to the side and told him what I expected from him with regard to the interview. 

He didn't argue when I told him that either Wilber or Bird would be the beneficiary of Indess' blowjob, even offered some constructive ideas on some of the questions I wanted asked. I told him to go with what he thought best and when he thought Indess was ready to call in the cocksman for the blowjob and more.

I had Indess sit down on the only piece of furniture in the room, a dilapidated couch, and went over to the cameramen.

"Guy's, I'm going to flip a coin. Wilbur you call, heads or tails."

"Heads!" he said giving me a quizzical look. I later learned he thought I was having them call to decide who would man the first camera. It was tails, and I tapped Bird on the shoulder and said you win the blowjob, when I wave you on, walk up to Indess with your dick out. Better take your pants off, I don't want you tripping on your way over to her. That would be a bad start. 

Wilbur, you film the scene for our records. We probably won't use this, but it's a good way to practice and since you get the next interviewee, I thought you two might want to see yourselves in action."

Bird couldn't believe he was going to receive head from Indess, who I might add was an attractive enough brunette, with a winsome smile, smallish, pear-shaped tits and a jutting ass.




Handsome Goes to College Ch. 03



Wilbur moved in with his camera and microphone, while I explained what was going on to Indess, who kept nodding. I never did understand if she realized what was happening and made a mental note to be more careful with future interviews.

She had met Dan Deleon earlier and readily accepted him as the interviewer. Looking back, I think she fully expected Dan to be the one she was going to fuck and suck. He never told her otherwise, and I made another mental note for future reference.

Dan: "I must say, you're very attractive young lady."

Indess: "Thank you."

Dan: "I'm sorry, please tell us your name."

Indess: "Indess Mahoney, I'm nineteen."

Dan: "That was going to be my next question."

Indess: "Oh," she started laughing nervously, "Sorry."

Dan: "Nothing to be sorry about. I'd prefer you relaxed instead of tense. Some applicants are. You seem okay with things, are you?"

Indess: "Yes, oh, yes, I am. I didn't think I'd be, but so far, so good."

Dan: "You seem a little nervous."

Indess: "Um, yeah. This is my first time."

Dan: "First time doing anything?"

Indess: Um, yeah."

Dan: "You haven't done pictures?"

Indess: "No."

Dan: "Mmm, well have you played with yourself at home, say in front of a mirror?"

Indess: "I have." (Laughs, self-consciously.)

Dan: (Joining in her laughter) "Me too. It's great fun, isn't it?"

Indess: "Um, yeah." (Her eyes dart from Dan to Wilbur and me, then back to Dan.)

Dan: "Indess, could you stand up for me?"

She stands and looks at each of us in turn.

Dan: "Um, turn around, please."

Wilbur sinks slowly to his knees as she faces away from us, trying for an upskirt shot. Dan saw him and helped out.

Dan: "Could you lift your skirt up, please?"

She did, revealing a purple thong caught like a wedgie in the cleft of her multi-pimpled ass. She also sported a winged tattoo at the base of her spine.

Dan: "Could you bend over please? Yes, lean your hands on the couch."

Indess knelt on the couch, presenting her ass to the camera.

Dan: "Oh, yeah! Make that ass shake for us, Indess."

She complied, laughing at the squeaky sounds coming from the couch.

Indess: "Am I doing okay?"

Dan: "Yes, but let's see ... Maybe a little oil on that nice ass?" He poured some oil on her ass cheeks and she helped smooth it over the entire surface while giggling.

Indess: "It really feels good."

Dan: "Now you're getting into it. Looking nasty, baby. Let me put a little more oil on you."

(Indess, still rubbing the oil into her skin, touches her cunt for the first time.)

Dan: "Why don't you pull the panties to one side? Really oil yourself good."

(She does, and begins rubbing her pussy.)

Indess: "Mmmm, it really feels good."

Dan: "You sure this is your first time?"

Indess: "Oh, sure! I didn't think it would be this much fun."

Dan: (Hurriedly placing a beach towel on the couch.) "Turn around. Yeah, sit down, baby. Um, want some more oil?"

Indess: "Sure!" (Rubbing her pussy faster; then slipping an oily finger inside her slit.)

Wilbur was on his knees, directly in front of her. I saw that he was sweating profusely, and went over and wiped his brow. There was no sense in him having to put the camera down because the sweat ran in his eyes. I also realized that Indess was not at all concerned with his close proximity, and wondered how to convey this to Dan without upsetting the applecart.

Dan: "Nice squishy sounds your making, Indess."

She laughed delightedly, and said, "It's all that oil. Usually it's very quiet when I jill off."

Dan: "How many fingers can you get in there?"

Indess: "I don't know. Shall we find out?"

Dan: "That's one."

Indess: "And two."

Dan: Oh," (Sounding impressed) "Three ... and four!"

Indess: "Four's the magic number."

Dan: "Can you try five?"

Indess: "I don't think..." (the thumb appears to go in, but Indess grimaced and quickly pulled all the fingers out.) "No ... I can't."

Dan: "That's okay. Let's pretend you're at home all alone, okay?"

Indess: "Mmmm." (Indess closed her eyes, and with her unoiled hand, reached into her peasant scooped blouse and took a breast out then played with the nipple while moaning contentedly.)

Dan: "You seem to be very comfortable performing for us."

I shot him a warning look, which he ignored and I realized he was as comfortable in his role as Indess was in hers.

Indess: "Mmmm, feels sooo good!"

Wilbur was slowly moving back. I knew he was now framing her whole body in his lens. It took me a moment before I realized that Indess was playing to the camera. I couldn't believe it was that easy to win her over.

I glanced at Dan, he seemed in sync with me, not speaking to her, letting her play to the camera. Wilbur made a slight adjustment to his lens, probably moving in for a close-up. The sound of her fingers sluicing into her pussy now filled the room along with her soft, almost continuous moans. 

Her panties were stained from the generous portions of oil Dan had applied, but Indess appeared unaware of that minor problem as her fingers dipped into her pussy with every other swoop of her hand. The girl definitely had rhythm.

Me: "Think it's time for Bird?"

Dan: "Give her some more time."

Me: "Whatever."

Dan: "Why don't you pull your panties off for us?"

Indess lay back, raised her legs and deftly removed the panties.

Indess: "Ewe, gross! I didn't think I'd stain them with the oil."

Dan: "Just throw 'em in the washer. They be clean as new."

Indess: "You think?"

Dan: "Sure, I've know others that did."

This comment appeared to reassure her, and she thrust her pussy toward Wilbur's camera with a broad smile. "More oil, please."

Dan: "How's it feel to become a celebrity overnight?"

Indess: "It's awesome!" She was rubbing at a faster pace, looking around, trying to figure out who would be fucking her. Seconds later her moaning changed to a breathy panting, interspaced with a series of "Oh, God's."

Dan: "Ready for some cock?"

Indess: "Oh, yeah!" Her eyes darted from Dan to me, seemingly ignoring Wilbur.

Dan: "Bird, c'mon in. You're up to bat!"

Bird sauntered into the room, wearing a wife-beater and jeans. He had, of course, been watching on a monitor in the next room. "Thought you were gonna finish without me," he said with a big smile. I realized he wasn't the nerd I'd taken him for. He was a nerd all right, but either he was putting on a great show of machismo, or was getting laid regularly. 

I was to learn that he did have a girlfriend, and that we would all meet her at a subsequent audition.

Indess kept rubbing her pussy as Bird joined her on the couch, and with Indess' approval lifted her pear-shaped breasts out of the peasant blouse and began toying with her nipples.

Bird: "Is there enough oil for both of us to rub?"

Indess: "I think so," as she spread her legs wider in invitation to his hands.

As he sent a finger into her well oiled pussy, Bird whispered, "This is my audition too."

Indess drew in her breath with an audible hiss.

Bird: "God, you're so tight!" He added another finger, saying, "You've had more than that in there before."

Indess: "Ugh!"

Bird: "I don't think a third's going in there. Two seems the magic number for me."

Of course, he was referring to our earlier dialogue with Indess when she managed for a second or two to fit all five fingers into her twat. But Indess apparently liked his comment, for she was almost glowing with lust after hearing his compliment and lay back letting him finger her.

Indess: "Christ that feels sooo good!"

Bird shifted position and leaned in to kiss and suck Indess' nipples.

Bird: "Jeez, you've got oil up here too!"

Indess laughed and said, "I was playing with them. I like to have them played with." 

He obliged her for several minutes until she was moaning loudly and pulling on the nipple not in his mouth.

Bird: "I'd like to see that ass of yours baby.

Indess: "Okay." She promptly turned so she was facing the arm of the couch and away from him. Bird applied another liberal dosage of oil, making sure some seeped into her ass while rubbing most into her pussy.

Bird: "I hate to ask, but would one of you open my fly. I'll shake my dick out. I just don't want to get oil on my pants."

Don nodded, and gingerly opened the button and pulled down the zipper to Bird's pants. True to his word, Bird shook his cock out. I'd say he had about six inches at full mast. Indess was watching avidly and licked her lips when it came into sight.

Wilbur spoke up for the first time. His boner had created a huge bulge where it poked out as it strained for release from its confinement. "Turn your head, sweetheart. Smile for the camera."

She did, and Bird slapped her ass twice.

Indess: "Oh that felt good!" She wasn't lying, for to prove her point she started air-humping the couch while Bird's hand fondled her ass and alternately slapped it.

Indess: "Can I have some of that cock, baby?"

Bird: "Sure, sweetie. What's your pleasure?"

Indess turned to him, and without a word took him in hand and bought his cock to her mouth.

Bird, wanting to make it easier for her, stood on the couch. Indess immediately deep-throated him.

Bird: "Oh, God!"

Dan: "Can she suck cock or what!"

Bird's hand went to the back of Indess' head and helped create a rhythm suiting both of them.

Bird: "Shit! She's good!"

Dan: "How far down on him can you go?"

Indess went down to the base of his root, came back up and then licked each testicle in turn.

Squatting on the couch, Indess continued blowing Bird, but resumed her fingering, alternating between one and three fingers. It seemed to me that when she took bird deep she used more fingers and only had one inside her as she backed off him.

All in all, she was giving great head. It was time to see how well she could fuck. I knew that every guy in the room, including Bird, wanted to be the one fucking her, but he had won the honors. It occurred to me that if she were willing, there might be a second and even a third cock-up her twat before she got off the couch.

Dan: "Don't cum yet, Bird!"

Bird: "I better stop then," he said and removed himself from her mouth.

Dan looked at me for guidance. Before I could offer any, Indess was rubbing her pussy furiously. It was obvious she was nearing her climax.

Me: "Let her go, Dan."

Dan: " You're right. Go for it baby, cum for the camera!"

Indess: "Yeah, I'm almost there!"

Indess: "Could he fuck me a little? I need to feel..."

Bird: "Here," he said as he propped himself against the back of the couch, "sit on this pole."

Laughing happily, Indess straddled Bird, and facing away from the camera, held his cock in position, then slowly impaled herself on him. Bird was a born fast fucker. That's to say he excelled at what I refer to as the "Jackhammer," pumping his dick into her juicy snatch

with a series of abrupt, albeit distinct thrusts so close together that Indess had no time to recover from one before the next was upon her. This type fucking, while almost always of short duration, serves to bring a woman to orgasm faster than anything else. 

Moreover, it is apparently one of their favorite means of achieving orgasm as it tends to display their lover's sincerity because he holds nothing back, but gives her everything has to give, making her that much more appreciative of his efforts on her behalf.

In my estimation, Bird came first, but continued fucking Indess and she came moments later.

Me: CUT!"

Me: "Great work, both of you!"

Indess: "He's wonderful!"

Bird: "Sweetheart, you're the greatest."

They kissed, swapping spit like teenagers on a hot date.

"Wilbur," I said, "can you let us have a look at the last ... say minute or so?"

"Yeah sure," he replied and did exactly that.

"What I want," I told him, "Is to splice in there, just before she cums ... No, back up to before she starts to mount him. We can use that as the finish, but unless I'm way off, I think they'll have another round that we can fit in and make it look like one long, happy fuck."

Wilbur: "That should be easy enough. I'll just make a note of the time and go back when we're all finished and splice it like you want."

Now that's a cameraman, I told myself as I grinned at him. "Thanks, Wilbur."

My intuition proved correct and in another five minutes Bird was up and ready to go. Indess had no problem at all and spread her legs in eager anticipation of another round of fucking.

That round took almost twenty minutes. Indess came countless times as Bird used his six inches to hit all her favorite spots and a few she didn't know about until he hit them. 

He finished off by coming on her stomach and I decided on the spot to scratch it as nice as it seemed. The first time with both of them coming together was the money shot, the rest was filler.

I told Indess we definitely wanted her again and paid her, adding another hundred as a bonus. She was very appreciative, even offered to blow us all, if not then, then another time, gratis. I thanked her and told her we'd probably take her up on it next time, and added that there would be a next time. 

I got her number and she kissed me. I kissed her back, thinking she was testing me to see if I would kiss her after she'd sucked Bird's dick. It was a ploy some girl's used and I knew it. That seemed to clinch the deal for future scenes with Indess, and she dressed, kissed Wilbur and Don before leaving.

"Wilbur: "Think I could have fucked her, Bree?"

Me: "Yeah, sure. And you probably will get the chance next time we use her. Remember, Wilbur, you get the next one. Bird shoots the video. Bird?"

Yeah?"

"You did good, baby. A royal flush. You brought her off big time. Couldn't have done it better myself."

Bird: "Thanks Bree. I appreciate that."

"Dan you handled the interview better than I could have. I thought maybe you'd get nervous and fuck up along the way. I have to say I probably would've. But that was a great job. In fact, everyone did a great job today. I think we have a first rate team in place."

"Bird: "So when's the next interview?"

Dan: If we keep to schedule, day after tomorrow. A girl named ... um, Fuschia Greene."

"What?" I blurted. "That's her real name?"

Don: "I haven't seen the driver's license, but it's what she gave me."

Me: Jesus, what is this country coming to? Felice Green..."

"No, it's Fuschia Greene, with three e's in Greene."

I sighed. "Okay guys, see you all day after tomorrow."

"Hey, Bree," Wilbur said,"I hope ya have a good game Saturday."

"Thanks, Wilbur. I won't see any action, but I appreciate the thought."

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The next day, Friday, Sigourney and I sat down 

with all the writers and listened to their ideas and suggestions to one another's ideas. They seemed willing to work together and I told them so. 

Sigourney ran Ursula's suggestion for the twins by Willie and Demetri and asked them to consider the possibilities of making it into an hour or more length film.

"We want it to be kind of seamless, you know," she said, and then pointing to Ursula, added, "what she's given us so far is great. But consider the problem in introducing the guy, or guys to the scene."

Willie raised his hand almost immediately. 

"That's simple. End the scene accordingly with the threesome. Then make it the next day or something like that. Change the scene. Use all three girls, or just the twins. Hell, you can even use one of the twins, um, say she, or they met a guy or guys as the case may be, and start from there."

"They could meet a guy in church," Demetri offered. I saw Ursula and Sigourney perk up at that, and made a note: Use church for meeting guy.

Sigourney: "Could it be a priest?"

Willie: "Too sacrilegious."

"Demetri: "I don't know about that. It could work."

Willie: "It would offend too many people."

Sigourney: ""Yes, but it would also get us a huge amount of publicity."

Ursula: "It would certainly bring the Catholic church down on us."

Me: "As I recall, every time the church takes a stand against a film, it makes for long lines at the box office. And remember, we don't rely on a theater to show the film. Anyone boycotting the film would have to stand in front of an Adult video store. I doubt they'd relish it; being, or posing as respectable church goers. We're using DVD's and that kind of circumvents any major boycott."

Willie: (coming on board.) "We can make use of mail-order systems too. A brown paper wrapping disguises a lot of things, including porn.

Ursula: "Let's put it to a vote, shall we?"

Me: "All in favor raise your hand."

Four hands were in the air before I could cast my vote. "Then it's unanimous," I said.

So the twins (yes, we all agreed it would be the two of them) would seduce, or allow the priest to seduce them. Further discussion followed as the how, where and when were hammered out. When the session ended the only thing not decided was the place within the story where the priest and the twins would get it on.

Since I had a game the following afternoon, Sigourney agreed to call the twins and set Monday up for their interview and audition. She also told them they would both have sex with some guys and that it would not be in any of the films we made with them.

Auditioning the Twins

I sat on the bench as the University of Miami throttled us, 49 - 25, leaving us with a record of 1 - 4. That left us to face Florida, (who would finish the season ranked 3rd in the AP poll) Auburn (the preseason # 1 in all the polls) and Alabama, who were ranked 6th when we met, only to swoon after we played them to finish out of the top 25 for the first time in years.

I grabbed a bite to eat with Sigourney after the game, and then headed over to "our rented" house to meet the Siemens twins, Julie and Jane. 

Of course, I had already "met" the twins, but this was to be our official interview. As I had told Sigourney about them, she insisted on being there for the interview. I didn't have to guess why.

To my surprise, Dan DeLeon was waiting for us. It was evident from his hardon that he fully intended to get laid by one or both of them. 

Shortly after Sigourney and I got there Vinnie Pascal, our soundman this evening (he was also our 3rd cameraman.) arrived. He was followed almost immediately by Bird and his girlfriend, Katya, a raven-haired Russian immigrant with a great body, who although uninvited, wanted to audition for us as well.

When the Siemens twins rang the doorbell, Sigourney greeted them. Both Jane and Julie wore identical long coats. In fact, everything about them was identical from their hairstyles, cut short, and worn mostly to one side, to their long, and conical earrings, and shoes, which I had seen previously on a few strippers in town. 

They were 5" see-through plastic pumps. But when they removed their coats they were completely nude and that caught everyone off guard.

"My, God!" Katya gasped.

"Holy shit!" Vinnie whispered.

"You never said..." Sigourney said, holding up a hand in disbelief.

Bird: "This is gonna be good!"

Jane: "You guys like?" Both twins turned around as models might in displaying a stunning gown. Only with them, it was their respective bodies that were stunning. Each twin had different body tattoos running from their backs and across their breasts.

I would learn that they had had them painted on that afternoon, but at the moment it appeared that they had been tattooed by a very talented artist, as indeed they had, but by one who specialized in painting bodies for events like Mardi Gras.

Jane's was a sea serpent, whose tail criss-crossed her buttocks and ended up breathing fire on her breasts. Julie's was a moray eel emerging from her ass, only to entwine her torso then disappear into her shaven snatch.