Chapter 1
The Professor stood at the front of the class speaking in a peculiar nasal voice:
"The hypotenuse must bisect the angle at this point in order for the equation to work. That is, of course, self evident and should need no explanation. The tricky part is that the obtuse angle needn't be touched, that's right, the two legs of that angle are perfectly coordinated, and...."
The voice continued to bore the shit out of every member of the "Introduction to Higher Mathematics" class for the next twenty minutes, until mercifully, the bell rang releasing the young men and women from the clutches of the demented Math Professor, and spilling them out into the corridor of the new college building. Most of them headed for the student lounge, which was conveniently located in the basement of the same building. There, all thought of Euclid, Pythagoras, and Professor Nielson could be washed from their minds with the help of copious draughts of frosty cold beer.
Three young girls, who appeared to be in their young twenties, led the stampede to the bar. They pushed their way through the noon time crowd that surrounded it and shouted their order at the embarrassed young man who pumped the beer.
"A pitcher of the light! Three glasses!"
The boy, he was hardly a man yet, was embarrassed not because of his menial position, but because of the three gorgeous sets of tits displayed at the bar in front of him. It was a hot early autumn afternoon, and all three girls were dressed accordingly. They wore halter tops that barely covered as much of their mammoth breasts as they left exposed, and the part that was left uncovered was incredibly beautiful on each one of the girls.
The man stared for a moment at the six scantily clad girls and gulped in confusion, fighting off a strong impulse to bury his head in the deepest crevice of the three. After reflecting upon this idea, the boy thought better of it. It would be next to impossible trying to judge which of the three possessed the biggest pair of knockers. He decided to hold off until he could investigate further.
The .girls had come to the bar for some noonday fun. The anxious young man behind the bar was an easy target, and cute, too.
"Hey, yo, beer! Pump the beer, honey, we're thirsty!" Lyn called out, almost beside herself with frenzy.
Her white, fleshy tits, exposed to all, were driving the boy further into a catatonic state. Finally, with a sigh bordering on a groan, he shook himself loose from his contemplation and began to fill their order, keeping a steady eye on the closest pair of creamy white knockers. After he had filled the pitcher, he pulled three mugs down from the cabinet behind his back. He strode to the bar, with his eyes fixed on the tits, and gently slipped a mug firmly into the swelling crevice of each of the young cunts in front of him. Mary rolled her eyes as she felt the coolness of the mug touch the warmth of her sweaty skin. The boy felt the bulge in his pants grow harder. He slid the next mug into Anita's crevice and kept his hand there to search into the halter and feel for a nipple. She smiled at the feel of his cool hand on her red, hot and very puckered nipple. The boy rubbed his crotch against the back of the bar. He put the pitcher down with his other hand and advanced the last mug into Lyn's soft white breasts, keeping his right hand on Anita's left nipple.
Anita and Lyn squirmed as the young man tweaked their nipples. The man felt a strange squirming in the crotch of his pants as he felt the breasts of these two voluptuous females. The noise surrounding the bar died down as the customers noticed the girls at the end of the bar. As Bill, that was the young man's name, kneaded and stroked the warm mounds in front of him, he grew more and more excited. He switched from one pair of breasts to the other, pulling the entire bulk of them free from the skimpy halter tops as he did so. He was all smiles as the trio bared their breasts and urged him to continue his exploration. They smiled seductively. In a flash, the girls pulled their halters over their heads glad to be free of their confining stickiness as the young man squirmed in front of them. The whole bar leaned forward in anticipation as the bartender leaned across the bar to suck the tits of the nearest girl.
The girls meanwhile remained calm talking lightly among themselves as Bill worked out on their breasts. They poured their beer and drank the soothing brew down their hot, parched throats. They held the mugs up to their mouths so that they wouldn't interfere with Bill's hands and mouth. It was very soothing to have one's huge, aching breasts licked and lightly massaged by a willing young man on a hot afternoon. Their breasts hung below them and swelled onto the bar for Bill's convenience and for the whole bar to see.
Bill sucked on them for ten minutes as the three young things finished their beer in complete comfort. Anita began to strap her breasts back into the scanty halter prior to leaving for her next class. Suddenly Bill's back arched in spasms on the bar in front of what he had determined, after careful investigation, to be the largest of the three pairs of breasts available to him. He licked and sucked at Lyn's tits as his penis exploded into orgasm beneath him. He groaned and kicked with both legs, spilling mugs and beer onto the floor all around him. The customers smiled and shook their heads unbelievingly at the spectacle in front of them.
After Bill was finished, he continued to hang on to the pair of breasts in front of him, as if imploring them to stay with him. Lyn lifted his hands from off her tits and with a great effort began to push her mounds of hot quivering flesh back into the confines of her inadequate halter. The three girls then strode out of the bar, leaving Bill sprawled helpless on the bar and a crowd of freshly sprouted hard-ons behind them. They, of course, neglected to pay, thinking that Bill would prefer to take care of that for them in order to rescue his self esteem.
As the three girls sauntered across the campus, it would have been easy to tell them apart at a glance. Mary had long auburn hair that fell in cascades down to her shoulders. Although she appeared to be as well endowed as her companions, she was shorter, and her figure, although perfect for her height, was not as ample as Lyn's or Anita's. She wore a pair of very short shorts, a remarkably fetching halter and nothing else. In fact at first glance it seemed as if Mary was dressed only in a very sexy pair of panties and a bra. The result was that Mary appeared even more desireable than she would have if she had appeared on the campus nude.
Anita had short dark hair. She hailed from Texas and spoke with a notable drawl. Being a Southern Belle, she dressed always in a skirt. The skirt she wore today was one of many like it in her wardrobe. It was short, very short So short that if one was to look carefully as she swayed along, one could see a few curled pussy hairs peeking out from underneath her skirt from time to time. The hair between her legs was as dark as the hair on her head. Anita thought that it was one of her better assets and could not see why she should cover her gorgeous box up with anything so gauche as panties. As she sat in class, she sometimes absentmindedly pulled at the hairs protruding from her dress, much to the consternation of her Professors and fellow students. She wore a pure white skirt to accent her very dark patch of twat, and her halter was the same color.
Lyn was the blonde member of the trio. She had long platinum curls that fell halfway down her back. She swung her head from time to time as she swayed along, conscious of the constant stares of admiration and envy that her own and her friends' appearance invariably caused. She had a pair of skin tight Levis that seemed as though they had been on her since birth, and threatened to burst at each breath she took. Her breasts were milk-white melons. They swung beneath her black velvet halter and flapped against her chest. Her lips were cherry red and glowed in anticipation as if they were waiting to have something thrust into them. Her skin was lovely, tanned to a golden brown.
A real knockout!
The three girls were on their way to the next class. They sincerely hoped that this one would not be as boring as the last one, but did not have much hope. It seemed that a College Degree was proof of the ability to withstand an overwhelming amount of tedious and useless barrage of facts.
Their next class was English Lit. A bore and no fun, even though the professor was young and kind of cute, but even more devastatingly boring than the old Math teacher. Today was Chaucer day and the Professor had blushed when he mentioned that they would be covering the Wife of Bath's Tale and that any of the young ladies who wished to be excused would not be given a cut for the day. Naturally, the class was full. But to everyone's disappointment the dirty parts in the poem turned out to be as indecipherable as the rest of Chaucer.
They sweated through forty minutes of obscure muttering from the front of the class, and then exploded out of the class at the first sound of the bell.
"Wanna go the beach?" asked Lyn as soon as they got outside.
"Ahm sick of the beach. Ahd like to go somewhere cool for a change. A nice air conditioned bar, or something like that," replied Anita.
"But if you went in the water like the rest of us, you would cool off! I don't see how you can call swimming indecent! There's nothing wrong with swimming!"
As it turned out, Mary was right. Lyn was going to the beach, whether alone or with her friends. Anita would probably take in a movie, and Mary would accompany one or the other of them. The debate was merely a contest to see who would get Mary's company that day, and Mary was sick of it. Her skin was already peeling from the frequent trips she paid to the beach with Lyn, and her eyes were sore from too many afternoons spent inside the dark cavern of the local theater watching inane movies until she fell into an airconditioned sleep. Today she was going to do something different, and more importantly, alone.
Lyn and Anita didn't mind that much about losing Mary's company. In fact, they were a little pleased. Both had their own plans for the afternoon, and both were looking forward to them. So the three girls parted company, and went their separate ways.
Anita was especially pleased to be alone that afternoon. She had wanted to see a new picture that had just opened across town, but had been embarrassed to go with Mary. She decided as soon as Mary walked away that today was the perfect day to see the new skin flick in town.
It seemed as though everyone on campus had already seen it. She had heard each scene described in painstaking detail by her friends and companions. She had always been careful to blush at the wild events of the plot, but secretly the events being described really excited her. What could be better, she thought, than to spend a hot afternoon like today in the dark, cool comfort of a movie theater, eating popcorn and watching a spirited round of sucking and fucking?
The ride across town was dreadful. The bus seemed to mope through the back alleys of the small college town. Waves of heat poured in the windows of the bus from the street boiling below it. As Anita watched the scenery pass by, she noticed that they were in the poorer section of town. The signs were in Spanish, and most of the people on the streets were either foreign looking or black. She stared out the window in fascination at the life teeming through the streets. She had never even known that there was such a section in the city. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about the discovery. But for now she decided to explore further. She jumped up from her seat and threw herself out the door, the very next time the bus stopped.
Anita felt a little homesick in the midst of all this new found Spanish culture. It reminded her of the Mexican communities in her home state of Texas. As she walked toward the movie, she resolved to stop for a Taco and a cold beer on the way home. .
When she approached the theater, she was glad to discover that the signs were all in English. She understood some Spanish, but not enough to get her through a whole movie. And from the signs on the marquee, this was one movie which she wanted to understand thoroughly. It was entitled "The Virgin Sex Queen, Her Life, Her Fun, and Her Tragic Downfall." The girl who was playing the lead looked like a real beauty. She was hispanic looking, with long jet black hair, a large ample bust that spilled halfway out of the tattered dress that clung to her body in the pictures, and a sad pouting face that made Anita want to hold it and hug it between her own large pair of breasts.
Before she went in, Anita stopped in the lobby to buy a liberal supply of popcorn. What after all is the point of seeing a movie without popcorn. She then walked through the aisles of the dimly lit theater and found a seat in the center of the middle section. She had just wiggled her cute, little ass against the soft, plush bottom of the seat when the lights went completely out, and the movie began.
It was immediately apparent that the movie was a low budget job, but there was a kind of gusto about the film that made up for its lack of finesse, Anita had never seen a movie like this before, and the events on the screen did not allow her to make any judgements about the quality of the movie itself!
It opened with a shot of the heroine lying in a very seedy looking bed in a very run down room. As the camera moved in on her, it was possible to detect a slight movement underneath the covers that were spread over the beautiful young girl's body. Soon the movement began to get faster and faster. The young girl threw the dirty cover from her to reveal a very short man, sprawled between her legs and sucking her pussy for all he was worth. There was no phony "Musac," only the sounds of slurping as the man did his work. The girl thrashed about on the bed throwing her shiny black hair back and forth across the bed like a whip. Her large round breasts were shaking with delight each time she did so. The man was obviously nearing the end of a very long sucking session, and was about to bring the young girl over the brink of orgasm.
The girl on the screen arched her back and began to hump into the man's mouth with great force, wailing as she did so. The bed underneath them was drenched with sweat. The girl's dusky body filled the screen as the camera got closer and closer. The color photography made her large nipples seem almost on fire as they pulsed a deep red. The camera centered on the girl's face which was screwed into contortions from the waves of lust that were sweeping her body. It moved down from her face as her cries of pleasure died slowly away into pleas for more of the same. Sweeping slowly across her mountainous breasts, it filled the huge screen with nipples. The nipples covered almost a quarter of her round, bouncing tits, and as the camera lingered, the man who was working on her cunt sent his hands up to tweak them. Anita sat in the dark, shoving huge handfuls of buttered popcorn into her mouth as she stared at the screen in fascination. The butter from the popcorn dripped down her chin in warm rivulets. She felt the seat underneath her begin to moisten as drops of pussy juice flowed out of her naked box. She began to push her quivering groin against the soft wet seat in the dark with her eyes fixed on the action in front of her.
The little man continued to tweak and pinch the dark tits until the girl was pleading with him to stop. He finally hoisted himself up by her breasts, pulling his tiny body over hers. When his crotch was level with hers, he stopped. His mouth was now within biting distance of those tender breasts in front of him, and that's just what he did. As he bit into the blood gorged nipples, the girl below him screamed in pain. Anita couldn't tell what language she was speaking, if any, but knew exactly what she was talking about. The camera made its way down the length of the two bodies on the screen. It stopped at the crotch of the girl. Anita gasped as she. saw hovering above, the largest, thickest, reddest cock, she had ever seen. It looked especially big on the body of the small wizened man. He waved it over the cunt, for the benefit of the audience, and then with a sudden thrust he plunged the entire length and width of it within the red, shimmering lips of the girl's cunt. She jumped about a foot in the air, trying to dislodge the huge cock from within her. She was obviously not ready for a monster of that size.
Anita advanced one of those butter stained lingers down to her own groin. She was glad in moments like these that she had free access to her twat; it would have been, such a bother unzipping her pants and trying to pull a pair of panties out of the way to get to the aching red mound of flesh beneath. There was no doubt about it, a miniskirt and bare ass were the only way to see one of these movies!
Anita began to shove one of her fingers into her juicy pussy, following along exactly with the tempo set by the well endowed midget on the screen. When the midget lingered for a split second inside of the now appreciative Senorita Salsa (for that was the name that the midget addressed the owner of the splendid young body below him by), Anita allowed her finger to linger inside of her love box as well. She swirled it around inside of her and poured the remains of the popcorn into her mouth. Then she attacked herself with both hands," trying to simulate that long, thick cock that was pumping in and out of the mons pubis on the screen. First she used two fingers, then three, and finally she was able to plunge her whole fist inside of herself. Despite the airconditioning, she felt beads of sweat forming on her skin, and a warm sensation of comfort made its way across her thighs and into her cunt.
The talented midget was biting down harder and harder on the nipples below him, and Anita began to envy Senorita Salsa as she felt an itching on her own nipples. She wished that nice young boy at the student center were with her now, and resolved that the next time she would not come to see a movie like this one alone. It was too frustrating. Both of the figures on the screen were humping and shouting with enthusiasm. Cindy reached behind her back to undo her halter and free her breasts for her waiting hand. She massaged the nipples of her now naked breasts while jumping up and down on her own fist, and felt herself approaching an orgasm along with the characters above her. All around her she saw figures sitting by themselves in the darkness. They were all rocking back and forth in their seats to the tempo of the midget, just. like Anita. Suddenly, Anita got a great idea. Why not get together with the cute old man sitting directly to her right? He probably wouldn't mind at all.
So Anita rushed over to the man. He was in his mid forties, dressed in a very somber grey business suit, and from the looks of him, appeared to be a pillar of society. But this particular pillar had a pillar of his own in hand. Anita gurgled with delight as she discovered that her intuition had been right on target. The man was busy doing the same thing that she was, in his own way of course. Clutched furtively in his right hand the man was rapidly rubbing on a cock that was as ample as the one on the screen. A look of imminent ecstasy filled his face as the man's eyes were glued to the events on the screen. He jumped when Anita plopped down in the seat next to him and tried to shove his wad back into his perfectly tailored trousers. Anita hitched her skirt up as far as it would go. As the man watched she pushed her index finger into her cunt and wiggled it around for a while. Then she pulled it slowly out and licked it dry. She smiled into his face as she performed the action, and soon he was smiling right back. Cautiously, the man stuck his own finger into Anita's dripping come-box and wiggled it around. He withdrew it slowly and licked it dry. Anita reached down to pull his cock back out into the open air, and her smile broadened as she felt it spring to life beneath her hands. She laid herself down on the floor so that her back was flush against the ground in front of the man. To do so she had to crawl almost completely under the seat in front of them, but it was worth it to get rid of that persistent itching feeling in her crotch. She lifted her legs so that they cupped around the man's ass. He sat on the very edge of his seat in anticipation as the talented Anita heaved her groin up against his. He grabbed the two cheeks of her lily white ass and plunged his ccck into her. Anita gasped, but the man couldn't hear a word she said. The action on the screen was nearing a climax as the midget was joined by a friend who crouched over the hungry Senora Salsa and rammed her in the mouth with a big, fat, uncircumcised dick. The groans and slurping sounds reached a-crescendo of emotion as the three characters sought their orgasms.
Anita, meanwhile, felt the man's cock pumping into her. At first she tried to respond by heaving her own hips into his, but she soon found that any movement on her own part was unnecessary. The man was intent on giving her a good fucking and swept up by the action on the screen above him he was doing just that. He placed Anita's smooth, firm buttocks on his knees to relieve some of the weight from her spine. He withdrew one of his hands from her ass and used it to explore the slit of her dripping cunt. As he pumped he rubbed his fingers over the nub of her clitoris and felt the crotch beneath him begin to shiver uncontrollably. As he fingered her clit, he shoved one of the fingers on his other hand into her ass hole. He continued to pump his massive organ in and out, in and out until he felt the sperm begin to seep into his balls. Suddenly the action on the screen reached a conclusion and the noise from that source died down.
But Anita took up the slack. Her cries of lust filled the theater as completely as those of the characters in the film had done before. She erupted into an orgasm and shrieked at the top of her lungs from beneath the seat in front of the man that was fucking her:
"OOOOOhhhhh! AAAAAhhhhhh, goooooodddd!!"
The man felt her coming and shot his own load into her. He squirted her with his sperm and only added to her pleasure. He gritted his teeth and pumped it in as the cunt struggled below him. Soon they were both finished. The man extracted his dripping cock from the girl's cunt with a loud "Pop!" He shoved it back into his trousers and began to collect his belongings to leave, Anita stayed on the floor, too exhausted to move. When the man was fully dressed, he reached into his wallet and withdrew a clean, crisp fifty dollar bill. He rolled the bill up and placed it gently between the lips of the girl's oozing cunt. Then he strode out the door as if he walked into the theater by mistake and had just now realized his error.
Anita reached down to her cunt and extracted the dripping, rolled up paper. She thought it was a note or a telephone number and was overjoyed to discover that it was green and new. Without waiting to see the end of the movie Anita arranged her clothes and ran out of the theater hoping to catch the man before he disappeared in order to thank him personally. But it was no use; the man had disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city. Anita licked the edge of the bill reflectively as she looked up and down the block outside of the movie house.
It was turning toward evening now, and the heat was finally beginning to dissipate. Crowds began to fill the streets as Anita walked through the heart of the city on her way back to the campus. She paused outside of a bar that displayed a large banner advertising the fact that their drinks were cheap, their food good, and their entertainment entertaining. The young girl stood outside for a minute attempting to stare inside of the dark room and see what kind of entertainment they had, but she just couldn't see. Finally, she walked right into the bar room and sat down at the first empty stool. She was thirsty after all the popcorn and exercise of the movie and needed something to quench the burning in her throat She ordered a Singapore Sling and gulped it down eagerly as the bartender stood over her approvingly. She ordered another and took it into the back room where she heard the music begin back there.
The back room was darker than the main bar room at first and almost deserted. Anita sat and pushed the frosty drinking glass into her hot bosom, sighing at the coolness soothing her sweaty flesh. She felt the relaxing sensation of the liquor passing through her from the first drink and felt at peace with the world and herself. Looking up at what appeared to be a small stage, she was pleased to discover that the "Entertainment" was a very pretty young girl about her own age. The girl was almost naked and swayed to the rhythm of a recorded rock song. Her skin glowed underneath the lights. She kept her eyes closed and seemed to be dancing for her own amusement.
The girl wore a see-through white robe that swirled about her as she danced. Her hair was short and blonde, her face was freckled and surrounded by a bright halo of golden hair translucent beneath the light of the stage. She slipped the robe off after a few moments, and kicked it aside effortlessly, keeping her eyes closed. Underneath, she wore a pair of white panties. They glowed in the lights and stood out clearly against her tan skin. She was slight of builds her breasts were small and firm topped with lovely rosy nipples. She did not so much dance as sway with the rhythm of the music that flowed around her. Anita felt as though she had just walked in on the girl's bedroom and had found her by surprise dancing to her own radio. The girl was enjoying herself.
Anita looked about the room to see what kind of an audience the young girl had. She was surprised when she realized that except for herself and a small, fat man, sitting directly in front of the stage, the room was empty! Apparently this was an audition. It was hard to believe that the young girl could appear so natural, so relaxed at an audition. Anita watched approvingly as the young girl continued to sway her body until the music ended. As soon as the record ended the girl sprang off the stage like a gymnast. She pulled the robe around her and sat down next to the fat man to hear the verdict:
"I'm sorry honey, but you're just not raunchy enough. Men come in here, they wanna be turned on, you understand. They want tits and ass, and they wanna lot of it too. You look like a god-damn ballerina up there. It's too pretty you know, too ... cutsey. They want tits and cunt, tits and ass, shaking and strutting not a god-damn ballerina, sorry."
The man heaved himself to his feet and began huffing his way back to the bar when he saw Anita. He stopped over her and looked her over from head to toe. He was pleased with what he saw.
"You come to audition?"
Anita just smiled, a little confused from the two strong drinks she had just downed. The fat man took it for a yes.
"Good, get up there and lemme see what you can do with those monsters."
He returned to his seat and Anita felt herself getting up and moving toward the stage. She stood for a while and felt the eyes of the man as he stared approvingly at the patch of cunt peering out from beneath her dress. The music started and Anita began to dance.
She danced slowly at first, but as the tempo of the music increased she felt herself getting into it. She swung her hips wildly; she tore the halter from her back and began to wave her tits in the air around her. The man stared at her huge breasts flying and shaking above him and dollar signs began to show in his eyes.
"That's enough, that's enough!" he shouted, "Save your energy for tonight! You're hired!"