Chapter 3

It was sunny the next morning. Although it was cold outside, the sun struck the window and brought in the heat. I pushed the covers down on the bed and let the light fall on my body. Eight o'clock in the morning. Time to get up and get to my first class by nine. I didn't exactly look forward to it. My nine-o'clock class is always one long, boring hour of Professor Winton's lectures. He wanted us to call him lack but he was a Professor Winton if I ever saw one. For a whole hour he would talk about the history of film-making and not once would we learn any of the practical aspects of it. What a drag.

So I had an hour to relax. I stayed in bed for another ten minutes, spending most of the time looking at my reflection in the overhead mirror. My whole bedroom is filled with mirrors, on the walls, on the ceiling. It makes fucking so much more exciting when you see a hundred cocks going into your cunt all at once.

My reflection was still looking good. My tits were firm and not the least bit saggy. Even when I don't wear a bra they're firm and stick straight ahead. Full-chested, just like the girls in the skin magazines. And my face is pretty, small upturned nose, blue eyes. I don't need makeup at ill-my cheeks always have a slight red flush in them. And my hair is long and straight, pure blonde. It goes all the way past my tits down to my stomach.

Then my hips sweep out in a perfect curve. My pussy hair is real curly and scented. My legs are long and firm, just right for clenching a guy's head when he's sucking my cunt. And my ass, it has to be nice. So many guys want to fuck me in the ass it's incredible. But I like cock any way I can get it.

"Laura," I said aloud. "You are one hell of a woman. A real nice piece of ass, and you're going to go far." It's just a matter of using my charms to get what I want.

For a while I daydreamed about being in the movies. I'd start off with my own skin flicks at first, and then when I learned the business maybe get into the real thing.

Finally I got out of bed and I got ready for school. I followed the ritual I do every morning.

Start the water boiling for coffee, then while it's getting ready I take a quick shower. When I come out, I wear my skimpy blue satin bathrobe that one of my old lovers gave me. Then I settle down in the kitchen, have coffee and toast, and listen to the morning talk show on the local radio station, full of all these weirdos who have nothing better to do than call up a radio show first thing in the morning. Maybe I'm the weird one. After all I listen to the show every day.

Then I decide what to wear for my teachers. The sexier I dress the less I have to do to get good grades. I've got all the professors eating out of my hand. Well, practically all of them. Except for Professor Winton. He's the pain-in-the-ass teacher that's always threatening to fail me if I don't improve my attendance record, and if I don't start handing in my papers on time.

Which reminded me. I had a paper due this morning and I didn't even start it. Oh, well, what could I do?

I picked out my clothes. A short skirt. I always wear skirts, even though all the other girls wear jeans. You stand out more if you wear a skirt. That's because everyone likes to take a good look at your ass and legs. So I put on the shortest white skirt I have. Then some dark clinging stockings, the silky kind. The bra I put on was a size too small. It makes my tits push up and out, making them look larger than they actually are. Next I put on a light-blue see-through blouse. Yeah, you dress right and you have no problems.

There weren't any spaces in the student parking lot so I parked my car in a faculty slot. I didn't want to be any later than I already was. I came running into Professor Winton's class about five minutes after it started.

He gave me a nasty look and raised his thick bushy eyebrows. Man, he is so square, and he's only thirty! I wonder what's wrong with his case.

But the guys didn't give we any nasty looks. The minute I walked in, their eyes drank in my body. I could see them all staring at my big jugs. And they're all fucking me in their Technicolor daydreams, I just know it, I can't blame them. I already fucked a couple guys in the class, so word must have gone around that I'm a foxy piece of ass who loves to fuck.

There was only one seat left empty at the back of the class. I sat down next to this guy, Mark, who's always looking up my dress every chance he gets but doesn't have the nerve to ask me out. If only he knew how easy it is to get me down on my back. It doesn't take much, as long as you got what it takes in the cock department.

I crossed my legs, hiking my skirt almost all the way up to my hips, and right away be starts sneaking looks at me. He's kind of cute and well-built, I think he's on the football team or something, but he's tongue-tied whenever I'm around. He just doesn't know what to say to me. So I scratched my thigh a bit and pulled my finger back to my ass, raising my skirt all the way. I made like I had an itch there for a few seconds, then I took my hand away. Man, were his eyes big.

Halfway through the lecture, I forgot myself and lit a cigarette. Winton doesn't let anyone smoke in his class. He's too old-fashioned. He gave me a real fierce look but I didn't put out my cigarette. It would have been a waste.

Finally the damn lecture ended. After an hour of boredom the only thing I had written down in my notebook were a few words: "Winton is a Drag!" and several sketches.

On the way out of the classroom, Professor Winton stopped me. "Laura," he said, "I'm afraid you're failing the class. Perhaps you should come to my office tomorrow afternoon and tell me your side of it. After all, you've missed-" He paused and looked at his attendance book- "you've missed ten classes already, and I set the limit at three."

I flashed him my little-girl-lost look.

"I can give you an appointment at three o'clock," he said.

"Okay, Professor Winton ... Oops, I mean Jack. I'll be there."

Then I walked out and sat in the main lounge. Quiz shows were on the TV and I just wasn't up to watching them. My next class wasn't until twelve o'clock. That gave me two long hours to kill. I went over to the Art and Culture Building, for lack of anything better to do. I arrived at the Photography Dept. around ten-thirty, and started to develop some prints for one of my photo classes.

And Ken came walking in, the guy I'd seen in the theater with his girl friend last night. He went right to the enlarger and started working on his pictures.

"Hello, Ken," I said.

"Oh, hi, Laura." He looked surprised. "What's happening?"

"Not much," I said. "By the way, Ken, did you like the movie last night?"

A funny look came over his face.

"What do you mean?"

"You know. The movie you saw. Sweet Young Lips?" I said it out loud so some of the other students could hear.

"Shhh. I don't know what you're talking about."

"I work at the Four Star Cinema, Ken. In the projection room. You can see right down into the audience. Last row on the right. You know what I mean. Your girl friend's pretty handy."

His face got real red. I could tell he was getting mad. He brushed his hair out of his face angrily. "Listen! What I do is none of your busi-"

"Relax," I said. "I just wanted to tell you how nice you look." I glanced down at his cock and fluttered my eyelashes.

He was still mad. "What's your angle?" he said. "Come with me. Then I'll tell you." At first he protested, but I took his hand and led him down the hall to the darkroom section. I went into the first room on the right, pulled him in with me, and closed the door. It was crowded in there. Barely enough room for one person, let alone two, what with the sink and the work counter and all. I locked the door.

"What is this?" he said.

"Shhh . ... Just wait."

I dropped down on my knees and reached out for him in the darkness. My hands landed on his hips.

"Hey, I'm engaged, Laura. You're crazy."

"Congratulations on the engagement, Ken. Here's my gift"

I found his zipper. It made a loud noise when I pulled it down. I pushed his jeans down to his knees, just far enough to get at his cock. I couldn't see it right away because it was so dark, but I could sure feel his big prick dangling before me.

He stopped protesting when my mouth slipped onto his dick and I started slurping away. After a minute or two my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see again. I pulled my head back just to stare at his long hard cock. With the tip of my fingers I pulled at it, jerked his rod real fast a dozen times, then went down on him again. I did this over and over. Sucking his cock until he was about to come, then letting his prick pop out of my mouth. I'd jerk it, then start all over again. Always I made these loud slurping noises with my mouth, making his cock nice and wet with my saliva. With my hands I pulled his ass forward so his cock would slide all the way down my throat, sucking his rod so hard that my cheeks started to bulge.

Then I really wanted to get fucked but he wouldn't let me stand up. He just kept pushing my head down and ramming his cock in my throat. Then he started fucking my mouth faster and faster until he gushed all at once and the hot sperm shot against the roof of my mouth and all the way down my throat. There was so much of it. He just kept on shooting his load into me in these fast, hot spurts. I swallowed and blew him all the more harder, drinking enough cum to fill a quart bottle it seemed. Even after he stopped coming I sucked his cock, and he was still pumping away.

Finally I had to come up for air.

And his cock dangled in front of me. It was the biggest cock I'd ever sucked.. . and I wanted more of it. I wanted it banging in and out of my cunt so bad my legs were wet with twat-juice.

Ken was gasping for air and leaning against the wall. "Wow! Laura, that's the best it ever felt... Oh, wow!" He wasn't exactly a great one for words.

"Want to go again?" I said.

"Somebody will hear us. We've been in here a long time. Besides, how will I get it up again?"

"We can work on it," I said, and rolled his nuts in my fingers. His sac was warm and hairy. I dropped down to my knees again and sucked his cock really gentle. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I couldn't take it. After I blew him for about five minutes, his prick started getting hard again. I stood up and unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor. He unbuttoned my silky top and practically pulled my tits right out of the bra. His hands started mauling them, then his mouth. He was so hungry for my nipples.

I peeled my panties and stockings off, and he took his jeans all the, way off. Just as he dipped the head of his prick into my cunt-hole, there was a knock on the door.

"What's going on in there?" I heard a familiar female voice. It was the lab instructor. She was about thirty-five years old and the primmest thing you've ever seen. No sense of humor at all.

Then I heard a key turn in the lock. The door opened and she stood there gaping at us. Her mouth was open wider than mine. But mine was open because my jaws hurt. Hers was open in shock. She jumped into the room and slammed the door behind her.

"Do you realize what you're doing? I could have you both thrown out of school for this! I could.. ."

She stopped talking for a very good reason. There was so little space in the room that she was forced to stand right next to Ken, and her hand was touching his big hanging cock. Her face underwent a rapid transformation.

"Oh. . ." she said. "Ohhhhh . . ." And her hand wrapped around his prick automatically.

Ken was no dummy.. If we were going to get out of this, he had to act before she regained control of herself. His hands went around her waist and pulled her body towards him, ass end right up to his dick since there wasn't enough room for her to turn around.

She closed her eyes.

I looked at her. She wouldn't be so bad if she dressed right. Her hair was in a bun at the back of her head and she had weird thick glasses on. But her face was pretty in a prim sort of way. Her clothes, though, they were right out of the fifties. Loose-fitting drab green blouse, long dark skirt below her knees. It was impassible to tell by looking at her what kind of body she had. I stepped up to her and undid the bun. Her light-brown hair fell down to her shoulders. Meanwhile Ken was dry-fucking her from the back. I took off her glasses and put them on the counter behind me.

She was moaning.

When I unbuttoned her blouse, I was shocked. She had two perfect set of jugs wrapped in a frilly white bra! My fingers went under the elastic and lifted her tits out of the cups. Then I slid her bra down to her slim stomach.

I moved up right next to her and rubbed my tits against hers. They were soft and warm. Our nipples touched and she started moaning louder. She put her arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I unclasped her skirt and let it fall. Her panties came off next.

And through her legs Ken's long prick poked out. He was jamming it back and forth under her cunt. I rubbed my pussy against his prick and her cunt at the same time. She was sandwiched right between us. Now there was no doubt. She wouldn't turn us in. Not after the fucking we were going to give her.

I dropped my face down and sucked her jugs.

Then I thought of an idea how we could all get off. I sat on the counter behind me with my legs spread wide. This gave her enough room to bend over so Ken could slip his cock into her pussy. And I would have her suck me off, although she didn't know it yet.

She thought she was just getting fucked by Ken and I was helping her out. But I was dripping and really wanted to come.

So I put her hands on my knees to steady her and pulled at her tits. Ken grunted and groaned and I heard the steady slapping of flesh as he fucked her.

After a minute I pushed her hands away so she fell face first into my lap. I spread my legs wider and wrapped my thighs around her face. She was getting fucked so good by Ken, and she was so excited that her tongue came lapping right out and darted into my swollen gash.

She wiggled her tongue around real fast and sucked my clit until I couldn't take the pressure and I had one long orgasm right on her face.

Then she started jumping up and down and put my hands on her big tits. Then she shuddered and slapped her cunt on his prick really fast. I knew she was doing...

Ken was still fucking when she pulled away from him.

Then the two of us got on our knees and both of our tongues licked his cock. We took turns sucking his prick and jerking him off.

His whole body got real rigid and we felt the surge in his prick. I sunk my lips on his cock and sucked half of his load, then she pushed me away and sucked the rest of it. In between, when his cock was in the air, his sperm sprayed both of us and we smeared it all over our tits and each other, then alternated sucking his cock again.

Finally all three of us sank to the floor exhausted.

When the three of us walked out of the darkroom, there were about five students outside. Obviously they'd been listening to us.

"Next?" I said, and walked away.

Surprisingly I went to all the rest of my classes. Nothing much happened in any of them. Maybe I was slipping, but I actually took some notes. Who knows, I might even get mighty smart if I kept this up.

Compared to the previous night, working at the theater was a letdown. Nobody came into the projection booth at all. Not even Mr. Brent. So when I went home, I was just looking forward to a good night's sleep, Little did I know someone else had different ideas in mind. When I got to my apartment, I found Bob waiting for rue in front of the door. He had three of his high-school buddies with him. The little creep! I was just doing him a favor the other night. I was all ready to tell him to get lost, but he said something that changed my mind in a hurry.

It started out nice and innocent at first.

"What's the story, Bob." I asked.

"Hi, Laura. I thought you might like to meet some of my friends."

"Okay boys, come on in," I said, and opened up the door. "The party's on me."