3 comments/ 57064 views/ 4 favorites Film School Ch. 01 By: The_Darkness **This is the first part in a multi-chapter story. These should be shorter chapters than the bulk of my work and they should come in a lot faster than updates for my other stories. Keep your eyes pealed for updates and don't be shy to read the rest of my stories in the meanwhile. Don't forget to vote!** "So, Meghan...let me get this straight. You're making a fake porn?" There was a brief pause before a heavy sigh from the dishwater blonde. Her fingers kneaded her hair while they rubbed her temples. "Yeah!" Meghan responded energetically, her enthusiasm betraying the fact that it was 3:42 in the morning. "Besides, Sarah, it's not like it'll be a real porn. It'll be a satire, and I can use it for my filmography final project," Meghan retorted, her brown eyes sparkling. "So what's the point?" Sarah shot back wearily. She pushed her long hair back over her head and tucked her bangs behind her ears. Her blood-shot eyes locked onto her friend's for a second and then she shook her head. "So is it going to be soft core or something? You know you can't have anything gratuitously violent or pornographic for this project," Sarah's rapidly tiring voice drawled out. She leaned back and stretched in her chair. Meghan's eyes drank in her friend's body. She had been in lust with Sarah since high school gym class. Sarah's body was perfection; her muscles were toned and taut from years of being on the swim team—which she had continued their last three years in college. She was physically strong, but she was still curvy in all the right places. Her toned legs seemed to go up forever, flowing perfectly from her feet to her thighs to her shapely curvaceous ass, up through her waist and they seemed to miraculously continue up from there. Her flaring hips and tight waist only accentuated her firm tits, making them seem tighter, higher, and bigger than they actually were. Her nipples always strained against anything she wore. Her walk had a sexy, confident swagger to it, and anyone who knew her always said she could make pudding get hard. But no matter how much Meghan wanted to explore that perfect body, sitting before her, stretching and showing off her womanly goods; no matter how hard she wanted to feel the bald pussy she maintained for swimming, she knew she never would. They were too good of friends, and Meghan didn't want to push her away over something as silly as sex...no matter how good it would be for both of them. Today, however, Meghan was treated to Sarah wearing an old pair of thin cotton running pants and a short tight tank top. She was wearing a bikini under it; the electric blue strings of the panties sticking up over her hips just over the top edge of the running pants and the same blue top was clearly visible through her shirt. Her ever-present nipples were standing at attention; they were small in diameter but they were sticking out almost a quarter of an inch. Meghan could only think about nibbling those inviting nips and kissing and sucking the rest of those tight tits. Meghan felt her pussy tingle deliciously and simultaneously heat up and moisten as the tingle spread to her spine and slowly up her back and then down her arms and legs. It seemed to collect in her fingers and toes, intensifying there before shooting back through her body to her own rapidly hardening nipples and her rapidly dampening crotch. Subconsciously, she rubbed her fingers together and scrunched her toes up on the carpet, intensifying the electricity in her body and the heat in her sex. The heat turned into a smoldering fire. Meghan's thighs rubbed together trying to scratch her re-discovered itch. She sadly realized that this would need more than a rubbing, regardless of how nice the fuzzy crotch of her sweat pants felt against her soft pussy lips. Sarah clearing her throat brought Meghan quickly and sadly back to reality. Meghan realized she'd been staring straight at Sarah's tits. Hopefully Sarah was thinking she had just zoned out. Meghan's' face heated with a blush, but the feeling only reminded her of the heat slowly beginning to ebb from the inferno in her belly. She couldn't help but think about Sarah sitting there naked, offering herself to Meghan as she slowly sat on the table, spreading first her right leg and then her left. Sarah leaned back on her right arm and used her left hand to spread her completely shaved pussy lips, exposing her hot, wet, pink core. "Lick my sloppy pussy," Meghan heard Sarah's voice demurely beg. Meghan only muttered compliance and then was thrust back into reality by the feeling of something touching her shoulder. Her head jerked to the left and there was Sarah, still fully clothed, standing next to her, with her erect nipples right at eye level. "Uh huh, like I said," Sarah said. Meghan flashed a confused look. "What?" "I said, 'looks like someone's sleepy,'" Sarah said and walked to the front door of Meghan's apartment. "Get some sleep, kiddo," Sarah said again. Meghan watched Sarah's fine ass sashay through her kitchen to the front door. The door opened and Sarah turned, the light from the hallway silhouetting her and giving the appearance of Sarah being naked from the waist up, her nipples clearly standing out from her tits. "Megs, come up with something better than a fake porn. I mean really," Sarah said. Meghan's eyes unglued themselves from her friend's chest and moved up her graceful neck to her beautiful dark eyes. "Get some sleep," Meghan said and leaned back, stretching in a broad yawn. "You too," Sarah said and walked out. Meghan's' tired eyes caught a glimpse of Sarah's eyes, partially showing in the hall light, wandering down her body as she turned to go out. The door closed and a shiver ran through Meghan's body. "She just checked me out," Meghan said out loud after the realization hit her. The fire in her pussy turned into a volcano. She felt her juice collecting and knew there was a wet spot forming on her sweat pants. Her legs were shaky as she stood from her table. She was being consumed by her need, and the passion in her mind was rapidly snowballing to match the lust in her cunt. "Have to find...anything," she said breathlessly to herself. Her sweat pants were pushed down her legs as she walked. She tripped and stumbled the last two steps into her kitchen. She managed to catch herself on her refrigerator; she opened it frantically and bottles of beer and cans of pop crashed to the floor. A can of Coke burst open and started spraying its cold foam all over her feet, tickling her, adding to her excitement. Meghan's eyes flashed through the fridgerator, looking for anything that would serve her need. She had to have something in her pussy, and it had to be there now; every second she waited was a second that her need grew. Her roaming eyes caught sight of the perfect thing; her mother had given her a package of ring bologna a couple weeks ago when she moved back to her apartment. Her left hand grabbed a knife; her right shot into the fridge and grabbed the package of meat. In one fluid motion the plastic wrap was gutted like a trout and the 14 inches of ring sausage was free. Meghan's eyes locked on the U-shaped meat and she drug it down her body while she shut the fridge door and leaned against it. The meat was almost 2 inches thick—much bigger around than any of her boyfriends had been, and larger than anything else she'd either used to fuck herself with. That thought both worried and excited her. With her honey pot boiling with desire she'd make it fit. It turns out, she didn't have to force it as hard as she was thinking she might. The sealed casing tip brushed lightly against her clit as it found her pussy after trailing through her thick auburn curls. She twitched at the sudden roughness on her button, but the feeling was entirely too good to be painful for her. She kept easing it back and started sliding it around her dripping hole. Meghan pulled up on the other end of the U while easing it into her cunt from the bottom of the bend with her other hand. The bologna was a tight fit. Her whole body tingled as it pushed up into her. Meghan's sight grew hazy and she felt more full than she had ever felt before. Her pussy flexed around the meat in her belly as she pulled it slowly into her drooling sex. It bottomed out just as the bend made contact against her clit. Meghan's breath was coming in fast, shallow gasps and her knees were shaking so much she could barely stand. Meghan looked down and saw the end of the bologna sticking out along her tummy. She saw it almost reached her belly button and realized the other end was buried just as deeply in her pussy. Meghan came. Her knees buckled, her whole body tingled with pleasure, her nipples felt like they had been hit with electricity and her brain descended madly into a pleasure filled fugue. Meghan came to, slumped on the floor, her pussy still fluttering around the meaty intruder. Only 3 inches of if was still buried in her cunt, but that was still enough to get her juices re-flowing. She had no idea how long she had been out, but she needed to cum again. One orgasm just wasn't going to quench her burning desire. Using both hands she grabbed the half of the meat sticking along her stomach and she started rocking it in and out of her sloppy pussy until she was ramming it deep into her womb as hard and as fast as she could. All she could do was think about Sarah. Every time the meat hit her g-spot, it was Sarah's curled fingers flying in and out of her pink slit. Every time it hit her clit, it was Sarah's tongue pressing flat against her love button. The faster the meat flew out of her pussy, the hotter and wetter Meghan became. "Need...to...cum..." she panted out, jerking herself feverishly with the sausage. "Oh God! Oh God, yes!" she moaned, her voice rising to a high-pitched wail. Her pussy oozed cum. The meat flying in and out of her splashed it over her thighs, belly, hands, and the tiled floor. "Oh God, oh fuck me! Oh Sarah, YES!" Meghan screamed as the orgasm took her. Her body arched off the floor, her small tits wobbled deliciously on her chest and her pussy squeezed the meat so hard that it actually slid out of her. The sudden vacancy was enough to trigger another mind-numbing orgasm and she passed out again as she felt her pussy surge with cum and her whole body was warm, tingling, and satiated; for now. Fortunately Meghan's building was insulated well for sound. She had no concern over waking her neighbors with her lusty screams. Unfortunately Sarah hadn't been down to her car yet as she wove through Meghan's parking lot, and no matter of soundproofing works with the windows wide open. Sarah heard her friend moaning and screaming, and then screaming for Sarah to fuck her and then a low guttural moan before a silence. She also felt her nipples harden and a heat grow rapidly in her own belly. Sarah knew two things; her best friend just got off while screaming her name, and she was very excited and confused just thinking about it. Film School Ch. 02 **Sorry for the long wait in the continuation, but the feedback has been amazing! Keep telling me what you like about the story, and more importantly, what you don't like. Don't forget to vote!** The next day after fucking herself silly with a different type of meat then she was used to, Meghan sat idly in the commons area of the lunch room, a half-eaten sandwich and souring glass of milk sat before her. A pen wiggled furiously in the fingers of her right hand, the tip tapping against her temple, her brow knitted in frustration. A piece of paper sat before her, empty. She was concentrating so hard on trying to figure out what to write that she hadn't even noticed Sarah sitting down across the table from her. "Boo!" Sarah harshly. Meghan jumped, her pen skittering away across the tiled floor. Meghan's hand went to her chest and she took a couple of deep breaths. "Give me a heart attack, will you!" she panted. She stood up and retrieved her pen, being sure to bend at her hips, giving Sarah a nice view of her ass. Meghan peeked around her legs and she noticed her friend eyeing her legs and the tight denim around her heart-shaped ass, her eyes also dipping down to the junction of her thighs, burrowing a hole through the cloth to see the warming pink slit under the blue fabric. Sarah stood back up slowly and returned to the table, bouncing down so her tits jiggled a little. "I see you're making smashing progress on your script," Sarah said, rolling her eyes. "First you scare me half out of my pussy, then you insult me. I see how it is," Meghan said in mock offense, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up farther for Sarah's inspection. "Aw, come on Megs, don't be like that," Sarah pouted, her lower lip jutting out and quivering. "I'll do anything," she added, her sarcastic pout deepening. "Anything?" Meghan asked, her heart skipping a beat. She felt her nipples stiffen immediately and the furnace in her belly turned up several hundred degrees, the heat flowing to her rapidly dampening pussy. The images that flew through her mind could only be described as fucking: Sarah tied up and being used by several men and women, Sarah giving Meghan's pussy a tongue bath, Sarah eating Meghan's ass, Sarah fucking herself with random objects, fruits, and vegetables. Meghan licked her lips and realized her mouth had gone dry. "Anything at all," Sarah said, secretly hoping she'd get to do something naked with her friend. Her dreams the night before were chaotic with lesbian lust and she knew she had never woken up so wet in her life. Her bed was soaked and she was literally sleeping in a puddle of her own cum and sweat. Meghan didn't know what to pick first. Unfortunately her subconscious decided for her. "I want you to help me with this movie," she heard herself say. "Fucking Hell!" Meghan's inner voice sounded. "I want you to eat me, I want you to suck my pussy dry, right here, in the commons, until I can't scream in orgasm in longer, you blonde haired, green eyed slut!" "Oh, okay," Sarah said jubilantly. She was wishing Meghan had said something dirty, something public, and something immediate. Her own cunt was juicing up, and if she thought about fucking her friend any more, she'd probably have cum right there in her seat. "What do you need help with?" "Well, first of all, I don't have a basic plot for the damn thing yet," Meghan said in a sigh, trying to push the images of her spread friend boldly displaying her shaved snatch from her mind. They kept returning, though, and Meghan was having a hell of a time trying to concentrate. She started rubbing her thighs together, trying in vain to scratch the itch that had started in her twat. "It's porn, Megs, do you really need a plot?" "It's satire, Sarah, so yes, I do. I really can't figure it out though, not until I know what I have to work with," Meghan said, her pen moving frantically in her fingers again. "I need a casting call or something, but I'll never get what I want if I try to post flyers or something. Besides, what the hell would they say? The RHD would still have to approve them..." Meghan said, her ramble picking up speed as she continued. Sarah snagged the pen from her friend and stole the paper in front of her, scribbling on the blank sheet. After a minute of Meghan rattling on about how it wouldn't work, Sarah set the pen down. "Shut up and read this," Sarah said, her eyes twinkling as she spun the paper around so her friend could read it. Meghan's lips moved quickly as she read the words to herself and her eyes grew wide. She stopped about halfway down the note. "I can't use this! There's no way the RHD would ever approve this!" Meghan half-shouted. Heads in the commons area turned to face the girl, producing a deep blush in her as she shrugged and hunched over the table. "I didn't mean for you to post it. Read it; here, now, loudly," Sarah said. "Oh my God, you can't be serious, you crazy twat!" Meghan hissed. She tried to pull the paper away from her friend, but Sarah's reflexes were quicker and she ended up with the paper. "I'll read it then," Sarah said and stood up on her chair. "Oh my God, no do...." Meghan said, but the sound of her friend's voice cut her off. Sarah was up on the chair, fast as a cat, standing directly in front of Meghan. Meghan did note two things about the view; first, Sarah's thighs were slightly separated and she could make out her friend's shaved mound through the tight jeans. Secondly, the jeans were giving her one hell of a camel toe and the seam was sucking between those two succulent pussy lips. Meghan wanted to lean across the table and slowly lick that snatch, no matter who was looking. Her mouth watered, her pussy quivered, and the inferno in her sex tried to quench itself with its own juices. "Attention everyone!" Sarah began as she stood. "For a senior project, we will be filming a porn! We need guys and girls who are interested in having sex with a complete stranger for free and having it video taped!" she continued. A roar of appreciation and clapping erupted from the room. Sarah waited for only a moment for the excitement to die down before continuing. "Anyone interested in trying out needs to bring a clean medical release form from Student Death, sexual history, and their ID to 180 Bronson Hall. Try-outs begin in 2 weeks, so get your ass moving!" Sarah finished. Meghan couldn't help but notice that as Sarah had been speaking her nipples started peaking under her shirt, and by the time she was finished they were at full attention. "We gonna see you there, baby?" came a shout from an unseen male in the room. Sarah paused in climbing down and looked around. A hand shot up in the corner of the room. Sarah smiled devilishly and she let the paper fall to the floor. She flipped open the button of her jeans, pulling her zipper all the way down, and she lifted the hem of her shirt and exposed everything from the bottom of her bra to just above her slit, showing off her amazing swimmer's physique and that she wasn't wearing underwear. Cat calls erupted through the room, some female, mostly male. "All this and more, baby!" Sarah shouted. She hopped off the chair, letting her firm tits bounce a little in their bra. Meghan stared at her friend. "I can't believe you did that!" she hissed, her face a blazing red. "I can't believe you whistled louder than any of the other people in the commons when I almost flashed the room," Sarah said with a wink. Meghan's face went blank and her blush turned a deeper shade of crimson. "My God, did I?" Meghan thought. "It's okay, hon. I'd rather hear it from you than from any of these clowns any day," Sarah said, batting her eyebrows at her friend and finishing by licking slow along her lips, the pink tip of her tongue barely separating the soft skin. Meghan couldn't deny the effect her friend was having on her. She needed to cum again, and come hard. Meghan had to get back to her apartment and fuck herself with something—anything—to relieve the itch she was feeling deep in her cunt. She felt herself sweating and she knew her breath was coming in ragged gasps. "You okay Megs?" Sarah said, looking around the room and obviously not liking what she was seeing. Meghan's eyes shot around the room and she saw people were starting to leave their tables and some of them looked like they were migrating over toward the girls. "I will be, I just feel a little...I'm still embarrassed," Meghan said, not really lying. She wanted to eat her best friend's pussy so bad, and she almost thought it would help the casting call turnout if she did, right here, right now. Meghan's mouth started watering and she swallowed hard. "I think we need to get out of here and fuck back to the apartment," Meghan said. "Say that again?" Sarah said, freezing in mid-motion as she stood up from the table. "I think we need to get the fuck out of here and get back to the apartment," Meghan said apprehensively, standing and freezing in mid step. "That's not what you said," Meghan's voice said in her head at the same time her best friend said it. "Whatever," Meghan said. "Let's just get the hell out of here."