Chapter 7

When I woke up in the morning, the bed was creaking and all sorts of motion was going on. Looking over to my right I saw Alvin's stiff prick fucking Cheryl in the asshole. She was bent over on the bed, leaning on her elbows and moaning. His cock went in and out of her butt and he held her hips real tight when he jammed it into her.

My juices started flowing right away. I cupped Cheryl's bobbing tits with my hands and caressed her until her nipples stood straight out. Then I slid under her and buried my face in her boobs. As she rose up and down, her tits flapped in my face and my mouth.

I had an ache for something in my cunt but there didn't seem to be any way I could do it. But when I'm hungry, nothing stops me. I took Cheryl's pillow out of the way and sat facing her, resting my back on the bedboard. Slowly I slid over on the bed and put her arms on my thighs. She got the idea.

Spreading my legs wide, she dove right into my pussy with her tongue and started sucking my clit. As Alvin fucked her asshole, it pushed her tongue deeper and deeper in my cunt.

I held her tits in my hand and tugged while she ate me out. Then Alvin started saying, "Oh, Oh... Ooooooh," and he slammed his cock way into her ass and went rigid. I could almost feel his sperm shooting into her asshole.

The intense look of pleasure on his face really got to me. I thrust my hips faster, sliding my pussy onto Cheryl's tongue. She nibbled and sucked my clit.. . and a torrent of excitement coursed through my cunt. It built up slowly at first but then I could hold it back no longer and I came in floods.

When Alvin pulled out of her shitter, Cheryl turned around with her head lying on top of my lap and pulled Alvin's face between her legs. I sat back and watched him go to work on her cunt. In minutes her whole body shuddered and she released her cunt-cum into his lips.

We lay around the bed caressing each other for a few minutes, not wanting the pleasure to end. Finally, in shifts, we washed up in the bathroom. I took my shower first and then, while Cheryl and

Alvin showered together, I whipped up a light breakfast in the kitchen. Coffee, toast, and eggs for three. When they came out, their faces were red and glowing, like they'd just shared another adventure while showering.

"Hey, Alvin," I said. "Try eating something different for a change."

He laughed, and we all sat down at the table. When we finished eating, and relaxed over a second cup of coffee, I decided to make my pitch.

I lit a cigarette and said, "Alvin, how would you like to be in the movies?"

"Say what?"

"I'll give it to you straight. I'm making a skin flick and I want you to be in it. What do you say?"

He drank his coffee, then lit a cigarette and ran it over in his mind. When he smiled, I knew what the answer would be.

"If it means more action like this," he said, "count me in!"

A cry of joy escaped Cheryl's lips. She had some more good times to look forward to. And I sat back in my hardback chair, satisfied smile spreading all over my face. I was finally in business. Now all I had to do was set the wheels in motion. I sent them packing around eleven and then got to work.

Since it was Saturday, the Communications Building wasn't too busy when I got there, and I was able to get everything that I wanted. The building's always open, except for Sundays, to inspire the students to do a lot of work on their own. Which meant that hardly anybody used the facilities, except for people like me with an important project in the making. There was so much equipment for the taking that I kind of got carried away.

The man in charge of lending out equipment was a grad student in film-making. He wore dark shades, like he was a director in training or something, and he spoke to me about avant garde techniques of film. Naturally I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was talking about, but I humored him. After talking my ears off, he got around to business and treated me like just another customer. "Could I see your student ID card? And your course certification, please."

I showed him my identification and the film certificate that allowed me to use the equipment. He wrote my name down in a ledger and asked me what I wanted. I said to give me the maximum that I was allowed.

That turned out to be two 35mm cameras, two tripods, and four rolls of film, enough to shoot an hour's worth and still have a lot left over. There were no sound cameras available, but I figured I'd use subtitles. That way I wouldn't have to bother with any dialog, and later on I could give the film an arty look, using all sorts of absurd subtitles to describe the action.

"What about developing the film?" he asked. I hadn't even thought about it.

"What about it?" I said.

"Well, we can develop ft right here in our labs a lot cheaper than any of the commercial outfits would charge you. Besides, that's how I make my bread around here. I get a percentage."

"You got a deal. But, uh, the material might be a bit shocking..."

He gave me a knowing look, accompanying it with a leer. "I'm used to it, believe me. Just bring me the film when you're done and we'll work something out."

I wondered what he meant by working something out, but whatever, I was used to it.

It took me two trips to load everything in the trunk of my car. After making sure it was locked so nobody would rip me off, I drove downtown to a nice bar where I could plan how to make the movie..

Armed with a spiral notebook and several felt pens, I spent the afternoon trying to, come up with some ideas.

Around four o'clock, I reviewed the possible movie plots I had written down. They weren't much to speak of. An orgy; a traveling salesman; guy meets three girl's, then falls in love with all three ... No, I didn't have much to go on. That would have to be decided later on at my apartment. I knew I could come up with a better plot then those worn-out cliches.

Back at my place it took me two trips, lugging all the equipment upstairs, and I was tired when I got inside. I rested for a while, watched TV, and dozed off. It was dark when I woke up refreshed and ready to go.

First off I convened my apartment into a miniature studio. A miniature fuck studio, that is. I cleaned up the living room so it wouldn't look too crowded when we got to work. Now all I had to do was set up a time for everyone to come and we'd start shooting the film.

Alvin was home when I called him. Loafing around, just being cool, he said.

"Alvin, I want to start filming tomorrow. Can you come?"

"You should know that by now, Laura, baby."

"You know what I mean. I want you here, at noon, okay?"

"Far out. I'll be then... Oh, one thing, what should I wear?"

"It really won't matter in the long run, Alvin. See you tomorrow"

Next on my list was Ken, and hopefully his girl friend. She answered the phone, and for a minute my heart dropped at the coldness in her voice. But then I realized she was upset that another girl would be calling her sweetheart.

"Oh, you must be the girl Ken told me about," she said when I repeated my name. And her voice was suddenly happy. "Yeah, Ken told me about your little plan, and ... uh... it sounded too kinky at first. . ." Her voice trailed off, leaving me in suspense. "But," she continued, "it sounds like a lot of fun, and . . uh .. we can't wait!"

"Great," I said. "Tomorrow at twelve. Can you be here?"

"We'll be there." she, said.

I gave her my address and practically jumped up and down. Everything was working out just terrific. And since Cheryl already agreed to take part in the film, I had a full crew and we were ready to roll.

I set up the cameras so that we could get right to it when everybody came the next day. I loaded the film, and the equipment was ready for anything we could do. One camera was in the living room, and the other was in the bedroom so I could alternate the scene for the action.

Then I sat around listening to music and trying to work up a plot again running all sorts of sexual fantasies through my mind. Let's see, I thought, a cocktail party, or maybe a strip poker. . . but no, that's been done before too many times, and I wanted something original that would sell.

Maybe strip chess! Yeah, that was it. I could make it look like it was a typical gathering where everybody played chess, nice and civilized like, and I could set up a couple of tables, and I would play the part of a referee, helping the contestants take off their clothes.

Okay, that was it. Not much to start with but once the camera started rolling, I was sure I could make the movie incredible. Because it was the bodies that counted after all, and they were all lip-smacking good. I was all set.

I fixed myself a light supper, had a drink, and sat at the kitchen table watching the lake, running dreams of success through my head...

I saw myself sitting at my own office, having people working under me as I produced scores of skin flicks and brought in tons of money. And once in Hollywood I would make my own connections, the tight kind, with legitimate film producers, or even semi-legitimate. Whatever I had to do to get up there on screen, I would do it. It would take a lot of fucking and sucking, but I was ready for it.

Time passed so fast while I was dreaming it was nine o'clock when I looked at the clock above the refrigerator. Oh, man, nine o'clock on a Saturday night, and I didn't have anything to do. I thought of going out on the town, but that really didn't interest me. If I went out, I'd get picked up in a bar, get laid, and I wanted to be raring to go, building up my sex urge for the movie. I decided to just stay in, watch TV, think about the movie, and have a quiet night for a change.

Somebody else had something different in mind. Answering a knock on my door I looked out the peephole first. Bob and his teenage friends were standing out front, shuffling around and smiling. Their faces had smug looks, as if they had a good thing going. And I was the good thing.

"Just a second!" I hollered, and then put my plan into effect.. I was going to fix those kids for good. I rolled the camera from the living room into the hall closet and pointed it at the center of the room where I would put out for the guys. Then I turned it on and closed the closet door just enough so that it wouldn't be noticed, leaving enough space so the camps could pick up on everything that happened.

"Hello, guys," I said in a sweet kittenish voice when I opened up the door. "Ready to pay me another visit already?"

"Hi, Laura," George said. "It's good to see you again."

"Yeah," I agreed. "After all, it's been two whole days. Come on in, everybody." They came trooping into the room and tonight they wasted no time.

Bob brought me to the center of the room and pushed me down until I was kneeling on the floor. "You're going to blow us all this time," he said. "Alex and Willy want to find out what it's like."

"I guess I don't have a choice, do I? Or else you'll tell your parents how I took advantage of their innocent little babe."

"That's right," he said, and laughed. "You can start with me."

I looked over towards the camera and put a worried look on my face. Bob's hands came to my halter top and unhooked it. My tits came flying out. He started squeezing them hard with both hands.

"Blow me, Laura, and do it good," he said.

I unbuckled his jeans, undid the zipper and pulled both his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock sprang erect and swung in front of my face. With both hands I jerked him off and ran my tongue around the tip of his prick. Then I made like it was a Popsicle and sucked. Bob kept his hands on my tits and rubbed them together while he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. Knowing that the camera was filming all the action, I pulled my mouth away, like I didn't want to do it any more. He got mad and pulled my lips back to his prick really rough, fucking me -in the mouth so hard it hurt. I took my mouth away again and wouldn't suck his prick. That way the film would show that he was forcing me to eat his meat.

"What's wrong with you, Laura!" Bob said. "You better suck me off, or else I'll get you in trouble."

I leaned back and looked scared. Then George came behind me and pushed my shoulders forward so my head came up to Bob's cock once again. With his fingers George forced my mouth to open and he held me there. Bob slipped his cock past my lips again. Since that was all I needed on film to show that he was forcing me to blow him, I really went to it.

This time, instead of just blowing him, I closed my lips really tight around his prick-shaft and started humming, knowing that the vibrations would drive him crazy. Then, still humming, I added even more suction to his cock by treating it as if I was smoking a cigarette.. . and it got results. His milky spurts flooded my mouth, shooting clear down to my throat, and he battered away at my lips until his cock was emptied out.

They gave me no rest. As soon as Bob stepped away from me, George shoved his cock in my mouth, which still had a lot of cum in it. But I sucked his prick. There was no way out of it. And since it worked fast the first time, I did the same thing to him. I hummed while I blew him. It felt good though, because his cock was so big. He moved his dick from side to side, pressing it against every part of my mouth, and then he'd slide it straight down my throat.

I cheated a little by jerking his cock at the same time as I sucked it so he'd came faster. But he was able to hold back until my jaws were sore and I had trouble breathing. It's not too easy to breathe when there's a giant throbbing cock in your mouth.

It seemed like an hour passed and all I could feel was the steady slamming of his prick into my throat... then my head was bobbing back and forth real fast. His balls banged my chin and my nose was pressed right against his crotch hair. I swirled my tongue around his cock real fast and he blew his load right then, shooting another warm, sticky mouthful of cum into me.

I was glad the camera was filming all this. From now on I had something I could blackmail them with. That way, they would have to do whatever I wanted them to.

Alex was next. It only took him a minute to come since he wasn't used to having a moist warm mouth sucking on his cock. He squirted his jism into me right away. Then I felt like I was working on an assembly line. As soon as Alex pulled out, Willy stuck his hard-on into my mouth. He didn't thrust his hips or anything. Instead he just moved my head up and down with his hands, fucking it back and forth over his cock. He shook me so fast that my head was dizzy. I jerked him off while I was blowing him, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible. Finally his whole body went rigid and another jet of cum splashed into my mouth. I was full. Four loads of cum is enough to fill anybody up.

While they got dressed, I sat on the floor, still with my bare tits poking out, and cum drying on my lips. I started to cry for the camera, when actually I was really pleased. I began thinking. The way those guys treated me like my only purpose on earth was to suck cock wasn't too far from the truth. I loved it.

After they left, I turned off the movie camera. I had about a half-hour of footage, and as soon as I got it developed I'd fix those bastards and really teach them a lesson.

I spent the rest of the night thinking up scenes for the movie. That, and trying to wash the taste of cum out of my mouth.