Chapter 5

The day passed quickly and still the three girls had not come up with a plan to cash in on Lyn's platinum coins. When the girls returned to their rooms that night after supper they received quite a shock; a shock that convinced them they had better act quickly if they wanted to turn the useless artifacts in Lyn's purse to cold, hard cash.

Mary was the first to discover that there had been an intruder in her room that very day. Scrawled across the mirror on her dresser were the following words, scrawled sloppily on the glass with what appeared to be a shade of her own lipstick:

"YOU'RE FUCKED! J. S."

She ran out into the hall and almost bumped into Lyn and Anita who had made the same discovery on their own mirrors.

"What are we gonna do?"

"How did he get in here?"

"I'm scared!"

The three girls all talked at once. They decided then and there to take a leave of absence from college until things blew over. But they had to think of more immediate concerns as well, like staying alive! After much haggling, they decide to take a trip. They each had some money put aside for a rainy day, and that together with their earnings from the previous afternoon, was enough to get them far, far away.

Not wishing to attract attention, they decided to go as they were, without any luggage. The only problem was getting to the airport. Visions of an angry Joe Stern waiting for them with a cast-iron dildo danced in their heads whenever they thought of leaving the campus. But now that they knew that he had access to their rooms, it would be foolish to delay a moment longer.

The girls went in a group to call on Professor Richardson, the dedicated and well hung Chemistry teacher who had serviced them that very morning. Perhaps he could arrange transportation for them to the airport They ran across the campus, cringing at every little noise and shivering in dread whenever they saw a man approach them. When they got to the Professor's door, they barged straight in without knocking. The Professor was sprawled in the middle of his living room floor doing Yoga exercises. He jumped when they burst in, but when he saw it was his new found friends from the morning, he smiled and returned to his exercises.

The girls explained their situation to him and he agreed to drive them to the airport, for a price of course. The girls giggled as he hinted at what he expected from them in return. They were only too glad to oblige him; maybe it would get their mind off their own problem. The Professor excused himself and left the room. While they waited, the girls undressed and made themselves at home. The muscular young man returned a few seconds later with a huge bottle of wine. He placed the bottle on the floor in front of him and knelt next to it

"Where's the glasses?" Mary asked him, sensing that something was up.

The Professor smiled sheepishly, too embarrassed to tell the voluptuous young things in front of him what he had on his mind.

"Uhf, I thought we wouldn't use glasses. I thought it would be more fun if we...."

The man's voice trailed off into silence. He hung his head and looked at the bottle wistfully. Mary couldn't believe that such a cock heavy stud would be reticent about anything having to do with sex. She guessed that he had devoted his life so far entirely to science, and had never given his sex drives a chance to develop properly. 'She tried to anticipate his actions and strode purposefully over to the long necked bottle. She was naked, and as the man watched she crouched over the bottle and squatted down on the green, glass neck. She wasn't properly lubricated, and it was difficult getting the bottle into her cunt, but she hoped that the Professor would appreciate her efforts.

"Is this what you had in mind?" she asked him sweetly as rose up and down on the bottle, rubbing her tits with the palms of her hands.

"Well, to tell you the truth, no." She stopped and stared at the man, suddenly feeling a bit foolish perched on the bottle. "No! Well what the hell do you want?"

Finally he blurted out that he had always dreamed of drinking wine from a girl's pussy. The thought of it drove him wild, but he was afraid that they'd think he was a pervert and leave if he told them the truth. Now he saw that they were willing to help them.

The girls readily acquiesced and threw themselves on the carpet, breathless in anticipation.

The Professor went first to Lyn. Her blond cunt attracted his eye. It looked delicious and he couldn't wait to fill it to the brim with the sweet, purple wine. She had to arch her hips up into the air to keep all the wine from spilling out. He plunged the neck of the bottle into her cunt and tilted the liquid into her. Lyn giggled at the tickling sensation coming from between her legs. She felt herself fill with the wine. The man drew the bottle out and threw himself onto the girl's muff to sop up the wine dribbling from her lips. He covered her vagina with his mouth and sucked furiously. The suction created a vacuum effect and the wine poured into his mouth. Lyn writhed underneath him. After licking her dry, he advanced to Anita and repeated the process. He discovered that each girl had a different taste. When he got to Mary, he was. a little tipsy. He spilled the stuff all over her body and began to lick it all off of her. Mary shivered at the touch of his massive tongue and reached desperately for the menacing bulge between his legs, but the Professor avoided her touch and continued to lap contentedly at the lower half of her body.

He turned the squirming girl on her stomach and rammed the bottle into her ass. She jumped for a minute and then relaxed as she felt his tongue work its way into her ass, sucking away at the wine he had poured into her hole. Lyn reached over for the bottle and splashed a good portion of the dark liquid all over her body. She rubbed it in good and crawled over to the wobbly Professor, rubbing her naked flesh against him. She was sure that he couldn't feel the full effect of her soft, lubricated flesh to its best effect under his protective layer of clothing, so she began to rip the clothes from his body. The Professor was by this time in no condition to resist.

Lyn stripped him to the bone and reached after his massive cock licking her red, thick lips in anticipation. She humped her wet mound of pussy against his hairy ass and pushed her hand underneath him to finger his tool. It was bigger than ever! Lyn picked up the bottle and poured wine all over his ass. She licked it off and poured some more on. This time she splashed some between his legs. It dripped down to his balls covering them with the sticky sweet drink. She burrowed into the back of his thighs and began to lick the flip side of his balls. They were mighty big, but Lyn felt up to the task. She pushed her hand underneath his stomach to feel around for his cock as she worked on his gonads.

The professor was pushing his tongue and fingers into Mary's cunt from behind. He loved the taste of her cunt the best As Mary lay on her stomach feeling the man's tongue working in and out of her cunt, Anita rose to join the action. She picked up the wine bottle and sat down right in front of Mary's face. As her friend watched she hoisted her hips in the air and filled her cunt with delicious red wine. Then she inched forward to Mary's lips, beckoning her to drink deeply from her fleshly goblet of wine.

Mary couldn't believe her eyes. She had had her eyes on Anita for a long time, but still she wouldn't have dreamed of making an improper advance to this girl who tried so hard to project a lady like image of herself to the world. And she was shoving her gorgeous twat right into her face. But Anita still played hard to get She remained inches away from Mary's lips and so permitted her friend only to dip the tip of her tongue into her hot, red cunt Mary tried to inch forward to delve deeper into Anita's hole, but the powerful young Professor had her gripped firmly by the hips and would not permit her to escape from his wine soaked tongue. With a superhuman effort, howver, Mary was able to hunoh forward and burrow her face into Anita. The Professor was momentarily frustrated when the sweet, dripping pussy pulled out of his grasp, but he soon found a way to rectify the situation.

He crawled after Mary on his knees, dragging Lyn with him. She held firmly to his long, thick cock and sucked on his balls as she went Still on his knees, the Professor pulled Mary to hers. He pulled his hips back for a brief second and plunged his dong into her. Mary felt the cock driving into her and gasped in surprise. She still could not believe how big it was. Her smooth cunt lips were spread to the limit as she desperately tried to contain the horse-like penis inside of her. Lyn continued to suck on the bouncing balls of the man as he fucked Mary. Anita poured splashes of wine over her cunt and Mary licked it up as it ran in streams over her clitoris. Lyn stuck her head under the man's cock as it pumped in and out of her friends twat She hung on to the man's thighs and licked at the cock as it emerged from between the swollen lips of her friend. She tasted the wine, the pussy juice, and the penis itself. Once the head, mushroom capped and blood gorged, made a brief appearance.

Lyn tried to envelop the huge tip with her mouth, but it was no good. The cock was too big, and the Professor was too excited to pause in his furious fucking. Lyn continued to lick and suck the cock as it plunged in and out of Mary's distended vagina. As she watched she saw the pussy began to shiver. She switched her attentions to the red lips above her, and Lyn moaned as she felt the tongue trying to crowd itself into her already stuffed hole.

Just as Lyn was getting into Mary's pussy she noticed that the huge cock was beginning to get swollen and redder. She could feel the heat build as the two organs right in front of her face worked their way to a climax. She rubbed the balls to help them free the load of sperm, hoping that there would be enough left over to slake her thirst The cock grew and grew; it began to throb uncontrollably as the semen made its way into the shaft.

The Professor pumped faster and faster as he approached climax. Mary began to come as soon as she felt the first gush of come squirt into her. Anita saw the looks of lust that swept across the couple fucking in front of her and came all over Mary's face. Lyn continued to suck at the cock and cunt, hanging down from the man's thighs and squealing in glee. The first gush of come was swallowed up by the greedy cunt The second spurt also. But after the third, the drops of clear, warm jism dripped from the bottom of the cunt as the cock rocked in and out. Lyn lapped it up and pleaded for more. She rubbed her thighs together furiously. She had never been more excited in her life!

The Professor finished pumping his load and withdrew his monster from between the girl's legs, spilling excess sperm all over Lyn's face. Lyn was now able to fit the fast wilting, but still tremendous, cock into her mouth. She stuffed it in greedily and came instantly as he tasted the fresh sperm oozing from the crack. Her cries filled the air as the other three lust gorged sex maniacs lay exhausted.

"Mmmmmmpppffhhh! Uuuggghhhh! Nnnngggghhh!"

She came again and again, stuffing the flacid penis inside of her lips and rubbing her thighs together furiously. She thought back to her childhood as she came, remembring that she had masturbated frequently by rubbing her meaty thighs back and forth until she came. Soon she exhausted herself and lay back to join the other three.

The Professor was fast asleep! He had drunk almost a quart of the potent wine and now was sprawled senseless across the floor.

"Oh great, now he'll never be able to drive us to the airport," one of the girls moaned.

They tried to revive him, but the Professor was obviously out for the night. It looked like they would have to spend the night with him. Hopefully, Mr. Stern would not discover their whereabouts. The girls explored the Professor's house. They wanted to know where every exit and entrance was so that they would be prepared if Joe Stern made an appearance.

The night passed peacefully, however. The morning was bright and cheerful, and with the dawn Joe's shadow seemed to dissipate into thin air. They all slept on the floor of the living room, and when the girls awakened they were momentarily stunned to discover that the Professor had disappeared. They searched the house fearfully, growing increasingly upset as they moved from room to empty room. They returned to the living room and began to dress as quickly as they could when they heard the front door open.

They froze in their tracks as the sounds of footsteps drew near them! The Professor jogged into the room and greeted them cheerfully. Anita began to sob as she felt the pent up tension drain from her body. Mary picked up a cushion from the sofa and hurled at the man. He stared at them with a look of surprised hurt on his face, like a little child, and stormed out of the room. But the incident convinced the girls that they really needed a vacation. "After soothing the pouting giant, they insisted that he fufill his part of the bargain by driving them to the airport.

"Why? Where are you going?" he asked innocently.

"Don't you remember? We told you all about it last night"

The girls rehashed the whole story as Professor Richardson listened fascinated.

"But why do you want to melt the coins down? Don't you realize that they're worth a lot more in their original form?" he asked them when they had finished.

"What does it matter what they're worth, if we can't get rid of them?"

"Yeah, if we tried to sell them now, we'd be arrested immediately."

Anita didn't reply. She was still crying on the sofa. The Professor told them of a friend of his that ran a special "service" in London. For a nominal fee, he would dispose of such "trinkets" as the girls had in their possession. If they could sell them in their original form, they would probably be rich!

The girl were overjoyed to hear the Professor volunteering his information. They each hoped that he would join them in their adventures. He and his mammoth tool would be a welcome addition to any trip! The Professor put the worth of the antique coins at over the million dollar mark. : His eyes lit with excitement as he thought about that tremedous sum of money. The girls' eyes lit with excitement as they saw that he was getting more and more interested in their problem.

Mary called a conference and the girls ran into the hall to discuss what was on all of their minds. The Professor was still meditating on the worth of the coins as they returned to the room.

"Congratulations, Professor Richardson, you're in!"

"We've decided to make you a full partner in our business venture!"

"That is if you're willing!"

The three girls shouted as they returned to the room. The Professor hesitated for a moment as if turning the offer over in his mind. He was a dedicated man and devoted to his science, but the lure of a million dollars as well as the thought of having these three voluptuous playthings at his beck and call was too much. He sprang from the couch in excitement and swept the girls into his arms. They consumated the new partnership with a quick fuck and were on their way.

Bill drove the girls to the airport. He let them off at the reservation desk and went to park the car while they bought tickets for the flight to London. As it just so happened, they were just in time. The girls waited in the main lobby for Bill ( the Professor's first name), and when he returned they boarded the 747 that would take them across the Atlantic and, hopefully, to their fortune.

They took seats in the second class section in an effort to save their funds for the stay in London. There was no telling how long it would take for Bill's friend to complete the deal, and after that they would be able to travel first class for the rest of their lives. They were excited at first in the jet Mary sat next to Bill, and the other two girls sat right behind them. As the day wore on, the excitement dies away. When they arrived in London, they were tired and cold. The four of them waited with a huge mob of people at the passport station. It was cold in London, almost thirty degrees colder than it had been in the States, and the girls shivered as they waited. Lyn was the first to go to the passport booth. She threw her green booklet on the counter. A young, dour looking man examined it thoroughly, stamped it, and motioned her on. Mary went next, and then Anita.

Anita sauntered up to the booth and stood waiting as the man shuffled papers violently on the counter.

"Passport please," he shouted at her as tonelessly as possible.

Anita had not understood what he said. She stood looking at him attentively, waiting for him to repeat himself.

"Passport, Madame, if you please!" he repeated if anything even more tonelessly than before.

Anita smiled and rubbed her arms trying to coax the goosebumps back into her skin.

"Passport!" Anita stood immobile. She could not understand the man and had decided that he was not talking to her. The man leaned over his counter, fixed his eyes on her, and screamed very loudly in the same toneless voice:

"Do you have a passport, Madame?"

"You talking to me, honey?" Anita replied at last

"I most certainly am. Do you or don't you have a passport, madame?"

"A what?" replied Anita innocently. She had no idea what he was talking about She decided at last that he was asking her for money. Perhaps they charged admission to enter the country, she thought vacantly. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a hundred dollar bill.

"How much is it to pass the port?" she asked him.

The man looked her over carefully, and then blew a loud, piercing whistle that hung around his neck. Instantly, three uniformed Bobbies raced to his booth and grabbed Anita. Bill rushed to the rescue. Mary and Lyn rushed as well The three Bobbies tugged at one of Anita's delicate white arms while her three friends tugged at the other. She was sobbing uncontrolably, totally confused and fearing that she would soon be ripped to pieces. Finally, however, peace was restored. Mary realized that it would not be convenient to be detained overnight in a London jail cell with over a million dollars in stolen goods in Lyn's handbag.

Anita was broken hearted, but she would either have to remain in custody until her passport could be produced or return to the States immediately. The thought of returning to the land of the free and the home of Joe Stern alone and unprotected did not especially appeal to Anita so she chose the jail cell. Her three friends assured her that they would arrange for her passport to be sent from her home and would have her released immediately if not sooner. Anita had no passport at home or otherwise, but she understood that her friends would do their best to buy one for her on the blackmarket and assented quickly to their proposal. She was led away by the Bobbies like a common criminal and deposited in an old and very dirty "Paddy Wagon" to be taken to wherever it is that they take illegal aliens that are discovered trying to enter England.

Luckily, the police wagon was empty, but as Anita thought of the company she was sure to have when she reached her destination she shuddered. Much to her surprise, however, she was not shoved into a filthy cell when she got to Scotland Yard. Instead she was ushered into a warm and lavish office and told very politely to wait.

Ten minutes later a very distinguished looking man entered the office. He was young and fair; he appeared eager to clear up this distasteful situation and Anita fell for him at once. He sat on the edge of his desk and addressed her in the politest terms:

"Allow me to apoligize for this disgraceful inconvenience, Miss ... uh, Miss...."

"Why you can just call me Anita if you like, honey."

Anita smiled at the man appreiciatively. It was so nice to meet such a considerate man after all those dopes at the airport She noticed his eyes sweeping furtively over her lily-white thighs and hitched her skirt up higher for him. A look of shock came over the man's face when he saw her majestic cunt peering at him from underneath the hem of her short, short skirt He blushed, coughed, and got up to walk to the window to continue the conversation. Anita knew that he was just trying to be polite, but she didn't mind him looking at her snatch at all. As a matter-of-fact, she enjoyed it She could tell by the way he was walking that he enjoyed looking at her furry box as well; he walked bow legged, and Anita could see the outline of a bulging hard on under the crotch of his pants. When he turned around to walk to the window, she seized the opportunity to pull her skirt up further and reveal the entire triangle of her dark brown pubic hair. She spread her legs apart and leaned back further into the couch to give him a better view of her magnificant twat The man turned to speak, but upon seeing her throbbing pussy, he apparently thought better of it and remained silent.

Anita felt the tension thicken as the period of silence increased and the man kept his eyes trained on her crotch. She thought he was going to spring across the room at any moment, but she was wrong. The man was English and a dedicated civil servant; it would take more than a gorgeous hunk of pussy to ruffle his icy composure.

The man retreated to the safety of his desk. Anita smiled and scratched idly at an imaginary itch on her left thigh. She continued to scratch as the man desperately tried to keep the conversation going. But as he talked, his eyes remained trained upon Anita's hand as it moved closer and closer to her pussy:

"As I was saying, uh, Anita, uh, I must apologize for the thigh, I mean inconvenience, but it's impossible to enter Great Britain without a pass....":

The man's attempt to preserve an air of composure died in mid-sentence as Anita suddenly discovered that the annoying itch had spread to her cunt slit She drew her finger up and down the slit of her crotch, feeling herself moisten under the gaze of the Englishman. Soon her finger slipped into her vagina. She began to rock back and forth on the couch, meeting the thrusts of her hand with those of her hips. She kept her eyes trained on the man behind the desk. He was staring at her activity with interest She realized by a few furtive movements from behind the desk that the man probably had an annoying itch of his own. She saw his hands move under the desk and heard the tell tale "Zip" of the pants. She knew that he was really turned on by the sight of her quivering deliciously in front of him. She wished that he would work up enough nerve to bring the situation out into the open, but could see that it was up to her to move things along.

Anita got up and moved toward the man's desk. She kept her skirt hoisted in the air so that she would keep the man's attention riveted to her groin. The man stared at the cunt swaying in his direction. Anita walked to the desk and sat on the corner nearest to the man. She ran her fingers into her cunt and leaned over to see if her guess had been correct. Sure enough, there was the man's erect cock being vigorously massaged by his two pale hands. Anita stood up and faced the corner of the desk. She, lowered her hips over it and began to rub against the formica covered wood of the desk. Soon the edge of the desk was sopping wet Beads of sweat stood out on the man's brow, but still he made no indication that he planned to do anything about the situation. As he watched Anita stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. She did it slowly and he watched in awe as he saw her huge knockers stuffed into a skimpy bra underneath her gauzy blouse. She removed the blouse and threw it onto the couch. It landed short and fluttered to the ground in front of the plush sofa. She reached behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra. She pulled it off and dropped it into the man's lap. All movement had stopped as she stood in front of him, hands on hips, breasts thrust forward, and waited.

His hands stopped moving over his erection.

And finally, he groped upward, reaching for her big, beautiful breasts, but she slapped his hand away and continued to smile at him.

Very deliberately Anita slinked across his desk. She sprawled her body out in front of his delirious eyes. She reached out to touch his cock as he sat soaking up the voluptuousness of her body. Anita began to stroke his blazing red hard on. It felt as though he were ready to shoot his load any minute now. He leaned his head down into her enormous breasts and ran his tongue lightly over her nipples. She allowed him to do it, but let go of his cock fearing to bring him to climax so soon. The man ran his head down her stomach after licking her nipples to life. Anita struggled underneath him, pretending to try to repulse his advances.

"No, please, don't, don't," she pleaded softly with him knowing that the more she tried to discourage him the hotter he would become. The man advanced to her cunt and went straight for her clit. His tongue rubbed and pressed into it driving Anita into ecstasy.

"No, I don't want you to, please stop, you shouldn't, you ... Ooooohhhhhh! UUUUUhhhhhhh!!"

Anita's protests faded right into an orgasmic groan under the touch of the man's tongue. After he had finished the man climbed on top of the desk and mounted the girl. His cock slid home and he began to plunge it into her. The girl's cunt was well juiced, ft was set squarely on the cold hard table. He thrusted his meat into her again and again. She was unable to escape the throbbing cock and gave herself up to the feeling of the fuck. The man climaxed in long, sweet spurts and collapsed over the girl. He was still fully clothed in his three piece suit; only his erection stuck out from the fly of his pants. Anita discovered that she loved the feel of the fabric against her near naked skin. She resolved to try it more often.

Minutes later the man jumped to his feet and shoved the remains of his hard on back into his pants. Anita lay ravaged on the desk, thoroughly satisfied by his loving. As she got dressed Mr. Andrews shyly introduced himself and begged her company at dinner that night She reminded him of her status, but he just winked confidentially in reply.

"Surely, Anita, you are aware that rules are made to be broken? I'm sure we could arrange something, that is, if you want to go?"

Mr. Andrews broke off confusedly. He was suddenly embarrassed, thinking that perhaps the girl was merely trying to politely refuse his company.

Anita quickly assured him that she would be overjoyed to have dinner with him. The only reason she had raised the objection was that she wanted to make sure that she wasn't forcing him to repay him for that wonderful tongue lashing that he had just given her. Mr. Andrews swelled with pride and left promising to return in a few minutes after making the necessary arrangements.

Anita spent the time examining the room. She thought briefly of trying to phone her friends, but thought better of it She had no idea of where they were staying, and even if she did know, there was a good chance that the phone would be monitored. Mr. Andrews returned as promised and wisked her off to his favorite restaurant