                            THE CO-ED

    Randi awoke slowly, coming up out of her drowsy fantasy
slowly.  Whatever she had been fantasizing about, it had left her
excited.  'That's right!' she thought, today she was going to
visit her sister at the university - a trip she had been looking
forward to for months.  She rolled out of bed, slipped out of her
red baby-doll negligee, scampered into the shower, and finished
her morning preparations as quickly as possible.  Tight jeans and
a plaid blouse sufficed for her get-away.  She was taking the day
off from school to drive the four hours to her sister's school
and she wanted to get going as soon as possible to make the
weekend as long as possible.  She kissed her mom good bye, threw
her previously packed bags into the back of her subcompact, and
pointed herself south for the trek.
     Along the way she daydreamed about the parties she was going
to attend.   There were only two months until her own high school
graduation, but she couldn't wait to be done.  She had visited
her older sister at the university before, but always with her
mother, and those visits had been dull with hints of freedom
around the edges.  Karla, her sister, was now a Junior, and had
always acted quite mature and studious during their visits, but
when alone she told of some of the wildest goings-on at the frat
and sorority parties.  Randi ached to see how much truth, if any,
there was in the stories she heard.  Randi had applied to the
same school, and when her acceptance had come through had decided
not to even apply anywhere else.
    About an hour into the trip Randi pulled off at a rest stop
alongside the highway, and carried into the Ladies' Room a small
duffel bag.  In a stall she slipped off her jeans and blouse, and
shimmied into a short, tight skirt and silk nearly see-through
top, going panty-less just for the sheer thrill of it!  At the
mirror she applied some more make-up, and within minutes had gone
from being a typically grundgy-looking high school girl to a hot-
looking young woman.  Her dark hair hung down her back in loose
curls, and her green eyes glowed with excitement.
    She was no longer the little sister of a college co-ed, but
was now the *younger* sister, with a shape that effectively
matched her older sister's.  The main distinction between the two
was that one was dark of hair and the other blonde, being nearly
twins in nearly every other capacity, from figure to sparkling
green eyes.  With a smile of wicked delight she headed back out
to her car and onto the highway again.
    As she tooled down the highway, some of the feeling of hot
anticipation came back to her that she had been dreaming about in
bed.  With thoughts of parties and boys going through her head,
she slid her skirt up almost unconsciously until she could rub
her wetness unhampered.  With the wind blowing in through the
open window, the radio loudly cranking out the tunes, and her
fingers probing her slippery slit, she headed towards the
destination of her imagination.
                            **********
    Karla was waiting for her in the musty sitting room of the
old Sorority House with her petite roommate Gabrielle.  Gabby was
a Sophomore and had always treated Randi as an equal, while Karla
still held to the old system of being a protective older sister.
They welcomed her heartily, but then stepped back to take in the
full view.  Gabby whistled low at the slinky young thing that had
once been her roomie's little sister.  Karla hesitated, but
nodded begrudging approval.  Karla had a slight sneezing fit, so
Gabrielle stepped up to hug her hello and voiced her approval at
Randi's new look.  They hauled Randi's bags upstairs as they
shared stories of what had been going on in their lives since
they'd last visited.  Gabby slipped in that Randi looked really
ready for that night's big party, but Karla suggested that maybe
they'd better talk before Randi could attend.
    Up in their small room Gabby and Karla took turns explaining
what the evening would have in store.  First, however, they made
Randi swear never to tell a soul about what the plans were.  The
serious looks on their faces caused Randi's kidding to cease, and
she solemnly agreed to keep her silence.
    With that assurance Karla began to explain:  "Take a look at
this room -- what do you see?"
    Randi gazed around, and took in the small room.  "I see two
beds, dressers, a few..."
    "No, not the furniture, dummy, the room itself, the building.
What do you see!?"
    "Well, it's old. It doesn't smell very good, and the rooms
aren't very big.  It's a nice old place, I guess."
    Karla's blonde locks twirled outward as she turned her head
to look around herself.  "Old yes, nice no."  Turning back to
Randi she said, "Sigma Epsilon Chi deserves better than this old
place.  The other sororities have new buildings that their alums
have funded for them, but since our sisterhood only began twelve
years ago we don't have the old geezers with the big bucks to
look out for us.  We have to take action ourselves.
    "We sent a video to a film production studio of the members
of our sorority, and they chose us out of thirty-some entries to
be a part of a movie!"
    Randi's eyes lit up and she bubbled, "That's great!  And
they're going to pay you and you'll be able to buy a better
house, right?" Without waiting for an answer she wondered aloud,
"What kind of movie is it - a beach party movie with surfers, or
a mystery where you die one by one, or one of those horror movies
where some monster slices you up!?"
    Karla averted her eyes and quietly answered, "I can't really
talk about it much since I haven't been given the details, but
they're going to pay us some big bucks to be in it. The sorority
gets paid, and each of us in it get paid."
    Randi gushed, "Wow!  Have you told mom about this?"
    "No!" Karla blurted out.  She looked a little scared, and
then added, "No, she doesn't know, and let's not tell her, ok?
It could be a real dog and who knows if it'll ever be released,
so let's not tell her until it comes out and we can surprise her
then, 'kay?"
    Gabby added, "It's only one part of the movie, but they chose
a fraternity from somewhere across state, and we're going to meet
them tonight at this really fancy party at a mansion they've
rented here in town.  We're going to meet the guys and audition
for the producers."
    "You mean," Randi asked her, "that you're going to audition
at the party tonight?"
    "Not exactly," Karla replied looking up again.  "Tonight's
party is just to meet these guys and get acquainted.  The
auditions are in private *after* the party - just modeling in
front of the producers individually.  They don't want everybody,
they just want eight women and eight men.  One of the girls
chosen will get to have a special scene with the hotshot star of
the show, but everyone else will be in the movie."  Karla
interrupted herself with a head-shaking sneeze, her blonde hair
flinging around as she did.  "Whew!  Damn this cold.  Anyway,
both the frat and our sisterhood will get a hundred and fifty
grand in payment, and each participant two thousand, so with real
estate prices dropping fast we figure that we can pay down a
bigger place to a reasonable mortgage amount.  For just a little
more a month in rent than we all pay, Sigma Epsilon Chi can be
living in style!"
    Gabrielle, whose grandfather had been Mexican with the rest
of her parentage European, turned her large dark eyes toward
Randi and smilingly asked in conspiratorial tones, "Do you see
why you had to come this weekend?  This will be the party of the
century since the production company is paying for a first-rate
blowout!  We heard that there were over fifty frats that made
submissions, so the guys have to be hunks, right?  And they'll be
there all for us."
    Karla added, "I got permission from the other sisters for
you to attend the party tonight.  Of course you won't be
auditioning, but they figured since you were coming here next
year and I was the one who had turned in our application for the
movie that they would cut me some slack."  Again she turned her
head to sneeze. "Gabby, do you have any of that cold medicine?"
    Karla headed into the bathroom to get some aspirin and
decongestant.  Randi slipped over to Gabrielle's bed to give her
a thank you hug, knowing that it had been she who had pleaded
Randi's case to Karla to allow her to come for the party.
Karla had made her intentions clear that when she was a senior
she would be eligible for a single room, and Randi and Gabby
had planned to be roomies the next year.  Gabby's return hug was
enthusiastic.
    She then opened her closet door, and together they
began looking over the assortment of clothes, narrowing down the
selections to what they hoped would be eye-catching choices.
                            **********
    Karla went on ahead in her own car and Randi and Gabrielle
went together in Randi's.  Randi had reluctantly agreed to
leave at eleven, which was when the auditions were to begin.  The
two young women parked in the long driveway leading up to the
lake house that was set quite a distance back from the road.  A
dozen or so cars were already there, but the night was warm and
they enjoyed the stroll up the brick driveway.
    Gabrielle had on a dark green dress that was cut low over her
bosom and showed off a good bit of cleavage.  Her hair was pulled
back and pinned on the sides revealing her delicate earlobes and
perfectly sculpted neck.  Her stiletto heels gave her a good
extra 5 inches of height, but that still only brought her up to
about 5' 7".
    Randi had chosen a slinky lilac dress with spaghetti straps
and a short hem, and underneath it she had added sheer black
stockings and a red lace garter belt.  She still was panty-less,
enjoying the cool breeze she could feel blowing up her dress, and
she was also bra-less, enjoying the feel of the silky material on
her bared skin.  She had added some of Gabrielle's jewelry, also,
which gave a golden glow to her neck and ears, but her most
striking features were still her piercing green eyes.
    A butler of sorts met them at the door with loud rock and
roll music pouring out from behind him.  They signed in, were
given name tags, and a special card for ordering drinks ("there's
a 3 drink maximum, ladies" they were informed).  They took their
cards and headed into the party that was already getting pretty
energetic.
    The hallway opened out into a fairly large ballroom area
that had a DJ playing CD's from humongous speakers in the corner
and about two dozen men that looked like they had stepped right
out of a GQ magazine!  Most wore tuxes, but a few were in regular
suits.  Eyes turned approvingly their way as they entered, and
everywhere they looked they saw smiles spreading.  The lights
were turned down low, but lasers were playing over the ceiling
and walls.  They spied Karla standing near the bar and headed
over to her.
    Earlier Randi had been in the bathroom still primping when
Karla had finished dressing and left, so it was a bit of a shock
to spy her sister.  Her medium-length blonde hair was styled to
frame her face in wisps of hair, and her make-up was subtle but
striking.  Karla's athletic body was revealed in its full glory
by a tight and short orangy-peach colored gauze dress that hugged
her curves like it almost wasn't there.  Her full breasts,
rounded bottom, small waist and long legs all hit the eyes at
once, and the effect was stunning.  She wore heels that made her
long supple legs seem to go on forever, black sheer stockings
that held themselves in place and stopped just below the short
hem revealing a tantalizing sliver of uncovered skin. Randi had
never seen her sister look so mature, so sophisticated, and so
hot!
    Above the din of the music Karla asked what they'd have
and got their cards punched once each per drink.  Gabrielle and
Randi sipped their cocktails, but their attention had turned to
the scrumptious male specimens loitering and dancing in the
room.  Between songs they chatted about how great everybody
looked, and soon the room was filled with all the members of both
the frat and the sorority.
    It wasn't long before some brawny studs made their way
up beside them at the bar and asked them to dance.  Both looked
like football players, and Randi nearly asked if they were
still wearing their shoulder pads and cups, but held her tongue
afraid she might sound too immature.  She certainly didn't look
too young, Gabby had assured her, but she held her tongue so as
not to give herself away.  They all made their way out onto the
floor, and Randi quickly lost herself in the music, lights, and
mood of the party.  She danced with different beefcakey guys for
a couple of hours, about half the time with one particularly cute
guy with smiling brown eyes and a great smile.
    Her card had maxed out at three drinks, but she felt a
slight drifting sensation throughout the evening.  About ten
forty-five she realized simultaneously that there wasn't much
time left at the party and that she needed to find a Ladies'
Room.  She found her sister surrounded by a circle of men, told
her that she was going to go to the bathroom and then head on
home.  Karla gave her a peck on the cheek and a hug, and with a
bit of a sad good-bye and thanks Randi headed out of the
ballroom.
    There were a number of older men wearing sunglasses and
just standing around near the entrance to the ballroom, at the
foot of the stairs, and by the front door.  She figured that they
were rent-a-cops hired by the production company.  She asked one
where the Ladies' Room was and he directed her to a room at the
top of the stairs.  She climbed the ornate staircase and found
her way into a marble-filled bathroom.
    There was a bidet alongside the modern looking toilet, and
gorgeous towels she almost couldn't bring herself to use after
washing up.  The sumptuousness of the whole layout amazed her,
and when she left the bathroom she wandered down the hall to peek
into a few of the other rooms instead of back down the stairs.
Expensive cherry furniture filled all the rooms, along with
original oil paintings on the walls, full sets of draperies, and
beds that looked like they would hold a whole family each.
    She began exploring one of the back rooms and was day-
dreaming about what it would be like to live in such a fantastic
house when she heard voices coming down the hallway towards the
room she was in.  She quickly stepped into a walk-in closet about
the size of her own bedroom back home, and pulled the door almost
closed so that she could just peek out of the slit left.
    Two men and a woman walked into the room and settled into
3 chairs in a semi-circle facing the main door, Randi hidden in
the closet to their side.  The bed was between them and her, and
she could just make out what they were saying.   The woman in her
early 40's spoke first.
    "Roger, this looks like one of the best ideas you've ever
had!  And so inexpensive, too."  She looked like she had been
quite beautiful only a few years ago, and now was still very
elegant looking.  The Roger she was talking to looked about 50
and had silver hair.
    He replied, "I agree.  Not only did this sorority have
the best tape of those sent in, but they put in the lowest bid,
too.  We'll clear a couple of million easy on this, and to get
a roomful of girls like those I saw downstairs below for a
hundred and fifty grand is peanuts. I was ready to offer about
two hundred and fifty for this group, and my eyes about popped
out when I saw their bid."
    The third person in the group turned toward the other two
and Randi got a good look at him.  He had sandy hair cut short,
a firm jaw line, high cheek bones, and sparkling blue eyes.
The sight of him took her breath away, and she barely heard with
her ears what he said, for his looks did plenty of speaking for
him.  "I don't know about that part of it, but I saw the blonde
you think will be right for the one-on-one scene, and she is mmm,
mmm hot.  I haven't seen a tight body like hers in quite awhile,
so if she's any good in front of the lights we should be able to
heat things up."
    It almost sounded to her like he was talking kinda trashy
about her sister, and she nearly walked out of the closet to
confront him about it.  She pressed forward again to hear what
they were saying, and soon the three were discussing different
aspects of the movie, when an argument began about whether or not
to do a "money" shot at the end of their scenes.
    "It's a standard in the industry," Roger protested.  "You
have to have that visual climax to the scene to 'prove' the
reality."
    "Absolutely not," the woman replied firmly.  "How do you
prove the reality that *women* in the movies are experiencing
orgasm?  You don't - it is in the way they act and only in that
that you can tell, and Beau here can act as well as any.  If we
show some cum dripping off of his limp member after he withdraws
- who would ever question whether or not he blew his wad?"  She
winked at the younger man and added, "When he shrinks back down
to six inches the viewers will know that he reached orgasm."
    It all finally fit together for Randi and she about passed
out there in the darkness.  Did Gabby and Karla know?  Did the
girls in the sorority?  Should she find a way out and warn them?
Some of the looks that her sister and friend had exchanged made
her suspicious that they were not completely naive about the
film, but she couldn't be sure.  She hoped that the trio would
leave for a minute so that she could sneak out and confront the
two.
    Was her sister capable of doing something like having sex in
front of a camera?  Could the sweet Gabrielle she knew take her
clothes off in front of strangers and allow someone to touch her
for money?  In the darkness of the closet with such outrageous
and taboo thoughts going through her mind she was surprised to
find herself mildly stimulated, with a warm moistness beginning
to exert itself between her legs.
    Guiltily she forced such forbidden feelings out of her mind.
The three chatted about some of the try-out procedures, and
finally the older gentleman went to the door and called for the
nearest rent-a-cop.  Randi began to hope that they were going to
take a break before beginning, but he called, "We're about
to begin our interviewing - you're sure that the premises are
secure?"
    "Yes sir, Mr. Gunther," she heard a deep voice say from
around the door.  "Nothing out of the ordinary has been spotted
by any of my men.  The house has been searched with a fine-
toothed comb, the upstairs was checked room by room not more than
thirty minutes ago, and no one else has entered or left the
premises for the past hour.  You have my word that everything is
covered, and that will include your shoot tomorrow."
    "Alright then," Mr. Gunther replied.  "Marta, it's all set."
    "Fine, Roger.  You may set-up now.  Do you have your
equipment here?"
    "Yes," he replied.  "It's in through the door there."
Randi's heart skipped a couple of beats, and she began to wiggle
back into the hanging clothes, until she heard a door open but
realized that it wasn't the door to the closet she was in.  She
cautiously moved back toward her spying spot and looked out to
see that Mr. Gunther had opened the door of the adjacent room
which was connected to this one, and was getting out some massive
camera equipment.
    Within a couple of minutes he had it set up to shoot the area
of the bedroom in front of their chairs.  He put up some big
lights to shine on that area as well.  Soon all was set, and
Marta called out into the hallway that the first applicant
should be sent up.  Apparently a similar situation was going on
in another room, casting for the men.  A knock was heard at
the door, and Gunther switched off the room lights and turned on
the spots before opening the door.
    A red-head that Randi recognized as Sylvia sheepishly
entered and stood in the spotlights.  She shaded her eyes to try
and see her interviewers, but the lights blocked her vision.
Marta and the hunk Beau remained in their chairs while Mr.
Gunther moved back behind the camera.  No chair was offered to
Sylvia.  Marta asked her her name ("Sylvia"), age ("21"),
measurements ("37,25,35"), asked her to stick out her tongue as
far as she could, had her do a slow turn to show all her curves,
bend over into a 90 degree angle and hold it with back arched,
and wrote all of her observations down on a clipboard while
Gunther filmed the red-head's answers and movements.
    Sylvia was wearing a low-cut sequined blue party dress with
back-crossing straps that made her blazingly red hair stand out
all the more.  It curled down and nestled on her chest when she
was standing up straight, and it soon became apparent that where
a bra would have been and hidden the evidence, were only two
sharp points giving away her arousal.  Her interviewers had her
do a couple of slow 360's so that they could see all of her, and
Randi got a good view of how alluring she looked in the tight
dress.  Her ample bosom stood out firmly, and the woman's good
posture added to that effect.  Her buttocks were small but well-
rounded, and her shy smile made her look younger than her 21
years.  She was average in height, but her high heels and
stockings didn't let her long creamy legs become overshadowed by
her other outstanding characteristics.  Gunther must have turned
on some music, and Marta said simply, "Dance," so Sylvia slowly
began to move to the music.  She closed her eyes and began to get
into the music and soon had her body rhythmically moving to the
beat.  She was a good dancer, and from Randi's vantage point
could make out that the hunk in the chair next to Marta had begun
to shift a bit in his seat.
    In the spotlight Sylvia was giving a good performance when
Marta added another request. "Strip, please," she said in
a normal, business-like voice, and Sylvia barely missed a step
as she slid a hand up to drop one and then the other of
her straps.  Her dress dropped just a bit, being held in-place by
the tightness of the fabric over her well-formed breasts, but as
she continued to dance the top slowly worked its way down, and
dark nipples with hardened teats pointing up came into view.
Sylvia ran her hands up and down her sides, and she worked her
dress slowly down her chest until her ribs and abdomen were
exposed.  She licked her fingers and then began pinching her
nipples between thumbs and forefingers as she continued gyrating
to the music.
    Her dress slipped off and she stood dancing in the light
in black hose, garter belt, and a red G-string.  One hand
remained caressing and pinching her breasts, but her other slid
down to gently touch her panties.  Her dark red bush poked out
around the soft silky fabric and seemed to fill it out also.
Just as she began to caress the fabric there the song began to
fade out and came to an end.
    "Thank you, that was very nice, and you may stop dancing
now.  You can get dressed in the next room, and we'll announce at
the end of our interviews who has made the cut.  Before you
go, though, please tell us the fantasy you have planned."
    Sylvia gave them a description of 2 bikini-clad natives
tending a sailor who'd washed ashore in a shipwreck.  After she
described the encounter in graphic sexual detail Marta said,
"Thank you," and Gunther opened a door that led to the next
bedroom with its light spilling into the darkened room they were
in now.  Sylvia reached down and picked up her blue dress, gave
them a little smile and then scooted into the next room.
    Randi had seen how easily Sylvia had segued from dancing to
stripping to describing a three-some love scene, and knew then
that the movie's nature was no mystery to those who were
auditioning.  Then she recalled that her sister had bragged
about being the one who had entered them in the contest and it
became clear that Karla knew exactly what this was all about -
had even engineered it!  And Randi was stuck in the closet about
to watch 20 young women strip.
    The image of Sylvia dancing in nearly nothing shifted and her
sister's figure replaced it.  She mentally agreed that her
sister's body could better what she had just witnessed, it just
was hard for her to imagine that Karla would do something like
this.  Then she imagined Gabrielle dancing and stripping and the
warmth between her legs reasserted itself.  Slowly, she slid her
hand down and under her skirt to touch her exposed flesh where it
parted beneath a dark bush of hair.
    A brief conversation had ensued in the room about impressions
and total scores.  The average of all three came to an 81, a
bit low by Randi's calculations, but Sylvia had been the first
and they were obviously both pleased with her and leaving room
above her score for others if need be.
    Marta then called into the hallway for the next interviewee,
and soon the entire procedure repeated itself, but with a
young woman this time by the name of DeeDee.  She was black, with
short hair, shiny red lipstick, wearing a yellow nearly see-
through long gown.  Her body's outline was easily distinguishable
under the bright lights, and when she went into her dance and
wiggled out of her dress Randi could see that what had been
hinted at wasn't nearly as good as the full product.
    By the fourth applicant Randi's juices were flowing freely in
the dark, and she was liberally sliding her finger in and out of
her slit.  She was sure that her musky scent would be detectable
out in the room giving her away, but she decided that it would be
worth it.  She had to bite her tongue a few times when the waves
of pleasure rolled over her, but she was able to keep quiet
enough to preserve her secret view-spot so that she could
continue the longest masturbation session she had ever had.
    Blonde followed brunette followed Asian followed African-
American.  Randi knew that there were twenty applicants for
the eight openings, but she soon lost count.  Each young
woman's interview lasted about five minutes with a brief minute
or two of conversation following.  Beau seemed to rate the
blonde's higher than the others and Randi felt disappointment at
that, fantasizing about him on top of her pumping away with his
reportedly massive missile.
    Marta finally announced that there were only two more,
and Beau said, "Ok, bring in the lesbians." Randi knew that
she hadn't yet seen either Gabrielle or her sister, but still
was shocked when they entered.  Both were still dressed as she'd
seen them earlier, but they came in holding hands.  No one turned
out the lights and the two in chairs turned toward them so that
it was more comfortable to talk with the women who now sat on the
edge of the bed.
    "It's been a good evening, and we owe you our thanks.  The
women of your sorority have performed beautifully tonight and
while we would like to use them all in the film," Marta said,
"we'll certainly be able to use enough to warrant our agreed upon
price."
    "I knew that you'd be pleased," Karla beamed.  She hugged
Gabrielle to her side and said, "You see, it's going to work
after all."
    Marta said, "We have only the two of you left to audition,
and with your video entry it is only a formality, but we would
like all formalities to be observed.
    "We have had the other girls dance and strip, so for your
lesbian-scene how about if you dance and then undress each other?
Okay?"
    The two smiled at each other and took their places on the
floor as the music started.  It was a softer, more blue-jazz song
than the others had danced to, and Randi was riveted to the crack
in the doorway as she watched Karla and Gabrielle embrace and do
a slow-dance.  Their bodies held close, and Gabby's lower height
meant that her breasts nestled in just below Karla's.  As they
danced she saw their bodies rubbing against each other, and she
saw how sexy it looked.  The younger woman's arms were all over
her sister's tight body, and soon she eased the peachy-orange
fabric down revealing more and more of Karla's skin.
    They parted some from their close dance, and while they
continued to sway to the music, Karla was tantalizingly exposed,
inch by inch.  Her full breasts came into view and Karla raised
her arms up above her head so that Gabrielle could more easily
continue to disrobe her.  Her muscular torso led to a lavender
and black print thong that allowed full view of her creamy
bottom.
    Karla stepped out of the dress now at her ankles, and lowered
her arms to perform the same service to her partner.   But where
Gabrielle had undressed Karla slowly and gently, the second's
style differed greatly.  Gabby turned her back to Karla to have
her dress unzipped, but instead the blonde embraced her from
behind and began caressing her breasts through the dark green
fabric.  Her caresses became harder until Gabby reached up and
stretched the material down so that one of her breasts
could achieve direct contact with the stimulation.  The dress
was already tight on her and wouldn't allow the other breast to
go public.  Karla unzipped the dress in the back just enough
to allow some breathing room, and quickly the silky fabric
dropped enough so that she could massage both of the dark-haired
woman's bosoms.
    Her back to her friend, Gabby turned her head to the side,
her eyes closed and her mouth open, and Karla leaned over and
kissed her deeply.  Gabby's arms stretched backward on both sides
and gripped Karla's buttocks firmly, pulling Karla's crotch
tightly in against her own backside.   Karla used one hand to tug
the dress harshly down, and when it was off she spun her younger
friend around to face her.  Everyone else in the room could see
that she had on the exact same lavender and black lingerie as the
blonde.  Randi felt her pussy creaming as she watched Gabrielle
being handled so forcefully.  Karla dropped to her knees, and,
with a hand on each of Gabrielle's knees, forced her to stand
with her legs apart. She then reached up and had just begun to
slip the small fabric away from her friend's crotch when the
music faded out and the lights came back up.  There was a slight
sigh of disappointment from the on-lookers, but whether they had
timed it exactly right or it was complete coincidence, they
parted, pulled their clothes back into place and sat on the edge
of the bed for more conversation.  Karla gave a big sneeze,
looked a little sheepish, but then piped up, "Okay, you've seen
what we have to offer.  Is our bid reasonable?"
    Marta crossed her legs, gave a small frown and replied,
"Well, Dear, your price is a bit steep for us, but I think we can
manage what you've asked for.  All we ask in return is that we
have complete cooperation from your sisters..." (Randi's heart
skipped a beat at that, but then realized that Marta was speaking
about Karla's sorority sisters), "...and that they do any
and everything that we ask of them.  They're not professionals,
so if they get squeamish or resistant the deal will have to be
cancelled.  Am I quite clear about that?"
    "Oh yes," chimed in Gabrielle.  "We've talked about this
extensively at our meetings and we've all agreed to give it
our best shot."
    "Fabulous!" Gunther enthusiastically added.  "These
young girls were very photogenic, and I think I'll be able
to get more than enough footage.  What did you think, Beau?"
    A smile broke out on Beau's handsome face and he said,
"Something tells me that I'll be up for the shoot this weekend."
    "Can you tell us," Marta asked with a small frown sent
Beau's way, "what the fantasy scene is that you've concocted?"
Karla explained their thoughts for the two of them, and Randi's
jaw fell open.  How had her sister come up with such a
progressively sexual idea?  The details had her pussy tingling
with excitement at the mental images of her sister, Gabrielle,
and the handsome hunk in such exposed positions.
    "Excellent!" the three agreed. "Now if you'll excuse us,
we must make some final preparations.  You may exit out that
door over there," indicating the door to the adjacent bedroom
that all the other girls had left by.  Hand in hand Gabby and
Karla found their way out, and then the other three went out into
the hallway to look over other rooms for particular scenes they
had in mind.
    As soon as they were all out of the room Randi bolted from
her hiding place and scooted into the adjacent bedroom.  To her
surprise Karla and Gabrielle were still in it.  When they saw her
their jaws dropped and were speechless.  Randi demanded of her
sister an explanation for what she had been seeing.
    "You saw us in there?" her older sister asked incredulously.
    "I almost got caught sneaking around and I hid in the
closet.  I've been in there for nearly two hours!"  Randi's green
eyes filled with tears as she asked, "Karla, how come you and
Gabby never told me that you were lovers?"  Her feelings of
betrayal made her feel very vulnerable, and she felt even more
hurt when her potential roommate burst out laughing.
    "It's nothing to laugh at, thank you!" Randi pouted.  "I just
wish that I'd known that the roommate I was planning to live with
next year is really in love with my sister!"  She glared at the
dark-haired young woman, who covered her smile but couldn't hide
her eyes that continued to sparkle with glee.
    Gabby spoke from behind her hand, directing her comments
to Karla, "So we must have fooled them.  Even your sister was
convinced."
    "You're right, you little vixen.  I guess I'm just a
worry-wort when it comes to the amount we're talking about."
Turning back toward her sister, Karla explained, "Little sister,
you weren't supposed to learn about all of this, but since you're
here, let me try to enlighten you.  What I told you before was
the truth - we just want to make enough money to buy our own
place.  I came across this offer in a magazine, and since then
we've done whatever it took to get this chance."
    Looking Randi in the eyes she spoke very deliberately,
"Gabrielle and I are not lovers and we're not lesbians.  We were
acting in there.  We knew that porno flicks are filled with
lesbian scenes, so we volunteered to send in a tape of ourselves,
and while it wasn't unpleasant work, that's all it was - a job
that we hoped would convince them to hire us.  Believe me, I like
my roomie, but I'm not in love with her."
    "You sure looked like you wanted to make love to her," Randi
replied defensively.
    "Then that means that we looked convincing," Gabby added,
"but other than doing what we need to do for this picture, we
have no more interest in making love with each other than you
do."
    Randi looked away guiltily, remembering her jealousy of her
sister for holding and caressing Gabrielle's taut and creamy
body.  Unbidden, the desire to hold her friend tightly in her
arms and kiss her entire body came back upon her achingly for a
moment.  Suppressing those thoughts she turned back toward them
and let a grin of relief cross her formerly pouting lips.
    A cloud passed over her face, though, and she asked, "But
what about AIDS or VD?  Doesn't this whole idea put you all at
risk of killing yourselves?"
    Gabrielle answered, "It's been a couple of months leading up
to this, and we've all had to have a complete physical from
the doctor the studio chose, including blood tests.  They want to
be sure that everyone is as clean as a whistle, and except for
Judy, who had something called clamidea, or chlymoodia, or some
kind of V.D. (she'll be okay they say, but she's out of the
running for the movie) - we're all certified and ready to
'roll'!"
    "Well, if that's the case, let me tell you what else I
heard while I was hiding in there."  She then proceeded to tell
them how the threesome was overjoyed at their lowball bid.
    "Those rats!" Karla exclaimed.  "They had us thinking that we
had almost outpriced ourselves.  Well, we'll see about that."
    A knock on the door brought them back to the situation
at hand, and then a man's voice called through, "Excuse me,
but we're shutting down out here.  Can you head downstairs within
the next five minutes?"
    "Sure thing," they called back, and then made themselves
decent.  They headed down shortly thereafter without bumping
into anyone official and needing to explain why three young women
were heading downstairs when only two had gone up. Randi stood in
the back and made herself inconspicuous as the lucky girls and
guys who had made the cut were announced.  Eight from the
sorority and fraternity were named, with 2 standbys from each
added as backups, just in case they were needed. Then the party
was over and everyone filed out and headed for home.
                      *********************
    Karla sneezed all the way home, and about 4 a.m. reluctantly
went with Gabrielle to the infirmary.  Randi was awake when Gabby
returned an hour later, alone.
    "It's a severe case of influenza," the dark-haired girl
explained, "and they said she had to stay.  She's contagious and
could start spreading it all over campus.  Hoo baby, was she fit
to be tied, but the doctor said something about having a legal
right to hold her in her situation."
    "Oh, no!" Randi sighed, "what about the film?  Do you think
she may have given it to the rest of the sorority?"
    "I doubt it.  Most of us had a flu shot about two months
ago when we had to get our physicals, but Karla said she didn't
need one.  What about you, did you get one?"
    "Yeah, my mom makes me get a shot every winter." Gabrielle
plopped down on her bed and kicked off her sneakers. Laying back
and gazing at the ceiling she voiced her fear, "I guess that does
it for our big scene in the movie.  I hope they don't take back
too much of the money."
    Randi asked, "Do you really think they might back out of the
contract?"
    "I don't know.  I do know that they wanted Karla for one
of the big scenes with their male stud star.  Apparently he
was pretty adamant about that - but then you'd know better about
that than I would."
    Remembering her time hiding in the closet the night before
Randi added, "Yes, he did say he was 'up' for doing a scene with
her.  But what if...  Nah, it'd never work."
    "What wouldn't, little girl?  If you have any ideas, then
spit 'em out now!" Gabby demanded.
    "Well, it's a crazy thought, and we'd never get away with it,
but people have said that I look a lot like my sister.  If I
bleached my hair and cut it shorter, maybe I could take her
place?"
    "But you're a minor!  If they ever found out then the whole
project would be called off!"
    "Yes... but if I don't the whole thing might be called off
anyway, right?"
    There was a long pause, then, "Stand up and turn on the
light," Gabby directed.
    "Why?" Randi inquired, complying at the same time.  When the
light was on she turned to face the roommate.
    "Hmmm.  Pull back your hair."  Randi used both hands to pull
her brown hair into a ponytail and held it behind her head.  "You
do look remarkably like her, just younger.  Maybe with some make-
up, though, the difference wouldn't be so noticeable.  Take off
your clothes and let me see how closely you do resemble her?"
    "Right here and now?" Randi shivered.
    "Yup.  They've got her on tape, and if you don't look enough
like her then we're screwed, and I don't mean in a good way."
    Randi slowly slid her nightie off and tried to look brave in
the harsh light Gabby turned on her.  Under the impersonal
scrutiny her nipples began to tingle and harden.  She stood up
straighter and that made her breasts seem to swell.  Gabby
murmured a few times as she walked around the younger girl
eyeballing her.  Goosebumps rose on her skin, but she held her
ground and didn't shrink under the inspection.
    Finally, just when Randi wasn't sure if she could stand it
any longer she received the verdict.  "You can probably pass for
her.  She has the hottest body on campus, but yours will probably
be even more fetching in a couple of years.  Your breasts are
just slightly smaller, but not noticeably so.  You've got the
same long legs, muscular physique, and all-american face.
There's just one catch to the whole thing, though."
    "What's that?"
    "Well, assuming that if we color your hair to a passable
degree, the stubmling block I see is that Karla and I have to do
a lesbian scene.  It's not that we really are, well, at least she
isn't into it so much, but like we told you last night, we've
gotten over our shyness with each other.  But what about you?
You've heard what our planned fantasy scene is, could you
participate in such a scene... could you be convincing in making
love with me?"
    "I suppose so...," Randi murmurred, her mind's eye trying
to imagine such an encounter.  But her thoughts were interrupted
when Gabby said, "Let's find out."
    "Right now?" she asked shocked.
    "Yes, right now!  If this scheme has any chance of working
we need to find this out first.  Why cut your hair and bleach it
if we discover that you can't go through with it."  Peeling her
own tight jeans down and off to expose her silky legs, she added,
"C'mon over here when you're ready and let's see if you're able
to make love to a woman."
    Randi stood frozen for another few seconds, but finally
something in her melted and she dropped her hair, shut off the
light, and slipped into the bed next to the petite woman.  The
early morning light peeked around the edges of the shades and
gave enough illumination for her to see Gabrielle's body.  She
slid further under the covers beside her friend and felt the
smoothness of another's skin tinglingly arousing.
    Gabrielle had undressed down to her underwear but stopped
there to embrace Randi passionately.  Their lips met in a hot
wet kiss, and Randi felt a snaking tongue enter her mouth and
tickle her own.  The taste was of roses with a hint of honey, and
Randi's breasts began to swell in response.  Their legs
intertwined pulling their crotches together tightly, and one of
Gabrielle's hands caressed up and down Randi's back.  Eventually
Gabby cupped her buttocks and pulled her into the embrace even
tighter.
    Gabby broke off the kiss with Randi's lips, but then began
licking and kissing her neck and earlobes.  Fire began to
heat Randi from the inside out, and it was hottest in her
nipples, which Gabby leaned down to suckle.  When she felt a
long-nailed finger slide between her pussy lips her surprise was
not so much that it was happening as much as both at her body's
moist readiness to receive it and her own inner desire for it to
occur.  She spread her legs and allowed the finger to slide
further up and inside her wet crevice and as it did she felt her
breasts swell even further and harden.  Gabrielle suckled them
harder, but it would take a good deal of abuse to penetrate the
haze of pleasure that had enveloped her whole body.
    The thumb of the hand with the finger up her now began
roaming around near her clitoris, and Randi unthinkingly arched
her back in erotic response.  She reached down and undid the back
of Gabrielle's bra and soon her new-found lover's breasts were
brushing against her belly.  Gabby's legs moved around so that
their two bodies formed a T-shape.
    Gabrielle continued to kiss her way down Randi's hardened
body, but as she did she continued to move her own legs up toward
Randi's head.  Just as her kisses replaced the thumb working
Randi's love button her legs straddled over Randi's face.  The
younger girl licked her lips and in the dim light stared straight
into another woman's crotch for the first time, marvelling at
the neatly clipped dark bush, the reddened pussy lips from which
a most tantalizing aroma was exuding, and the pink-brown
sphincter muscle at the top.  She didn't hesitate long to look,
but gripped the other woman's thighs with both hands, and lifted
her head enough to bring her hungry mouth in contact with the
other's flesh.  Her long tongue snaked out and up, in and out,
and she practically drank the juice flowing down.  Her own muff
was being handled masterfully and soon she had to stop her own
tongue-gymnastics to let the powerful orgasm shake her from head
to toe.  A deep-throated squeal escaped her throat as she
shuddered in pleasure!
    She had seen this comely wench stripping, kissing, and making
the first moves with her sister, and now here she was buried in
her friend's juices with her legs spread above her.   The two
went at each other for quite some time.
    Eventually, however, they fell apart and luxuriated in the
feeling of sensuality and erotic closeness they had shared.
Exhausted, they fell asleep, but confident that they at least had
a shot at the picture.
                       *******************
    Shortly, though, Gabby was tugging at her to get up.
"We've got lots to do, Lazybones, if we're going to pull this
off!"  Randi dragged herself out of the warm coma she had fallen
into, but Gabrielle, fresh from the bath, laid out their plans
for the morning.  There was the need to cut her hair and bleach
it blonde.  For that matter they had a lot of hair they needed
to re-color.  They had to choose their wardrobe, do their
nails, apply their make-up to perfection, and still be out to the
set by noon.  Somewhere in there they needed a bite to eat, too.
    Randi headed for the shower while Gabrielle went to
get the necessary supplies.  An hour later Randi looked at her
shortened locks that were now stiff from being bleached.  She
didn't see much change in her appearance, but her older friend
assured her that the transformation was well under way.  She
then returned the favor and did Gabby's nails in a satiny pale
pink that made her slim fingers look as elegant as any
socialite's.
    Gabrielle then began doing her own tresses into something
eye-catching, so Randi finished the bleaching process as
carefully as possible, making sure not to let any find its way
into her vaginal slit.  She added a diluted bit onto her eyebrows
as well.  After a while she took her turn at the mirror and began
to style her hair the same way her sister did, and eventually she
was able to approximate the look.  She spent the next half-hour
applying base, rouge, eye-liner, mascara, a slick dark-red
lipstick, and then outlined her lips to highlight them even
further.
    Gabby had hung a teddy, garter and stockings of Karla's on
the doorknob, so Randi slipped them on, feeling their silky
smoothness on her skin.  She ran her hands up and down her torso
and felt sexy in such underthings.
    She stepped back into the now morning-lit room and a
gasp escaped from Gabrielle's throat.  She was still getting
dressed, but stopped in the middle of sliding a dark stocking up
her leg and gaped at the blonde standing in the doorway.  The
vision in the doorway looked amazingly like Karla, but with an
added subtle dose of innocence and taboo mixed in.  She began to
feel that they just might get away with their ruse - Randi looked
enough like her sister to pass most casual inspections, and those
inspections, if they included her sexy body, should distract them
enough to not notice her face as much.
    They finished dressing, grabbed a couple of bagels from the
mini-fridge in the room, and headed out toward the mansion.
                    **************************
    The house was abuzz with activity and soon both were swept
up into the organized chaos of the set.  They were whisked by
make-up people into a room of co-eds and actresses and their
faces, nails, and hair-do's either done or re-done according to
the script.  Their bodies were brushed with a thin coating of
powder "to reduce glare" and their body hair was trimmed or
shaved depending on which area was being done.  The older woman
doing the shaving gave Randi a little scowl when she detected
dark hairs here and there that didn't match her blonde tresses,
but didn't say a word.
    Then they were hustled over to wardrobe and a flurry of
activity occurred so that they barely had time to think.  Girls
were receiving body-paint here, trying on various costumes there,
and the two of them had to try on a number of outfits and
lingerie.  Finally, Gabrielle in an elegant evening gown
with skimpy underthings beneath, and Randi in full French-
maid regalia, had a moment to catch their breath.  Randi no
longer looked anything like the young high school girl she was,
but like a very sexy housekeeper alongside her dark-haired and
sophisticated young socialite friend.
    After a short rest they were directed into the main
ballroom from the night before, but now the scene was very
different.  Couches and chairs were clustered in the middle of
the room and around the walls were four sets, ready for filming
with lights, backdrops, and suspended mikes.  A half a dozen
girls were sent upstairs, some in tight jeans, one wearing a
ballerina outfit and shoes, and another in a see-through babydoll
nightgown.  They noticed some of the frat guys going upstairs as
well, but then some of the night before's hunks entered the room
and their attention was firmly tuned in there.
    Three of them sauntered in, looking oh so beefy and handsome,
one in jeans, and two in suits. But then the young actor Beau
from the auditioning room entered in a black tux and his
gorgeousness overshadowed the three frat guys by a magnitude of
degree.
    Then the rest of the sorority girls made their way in a
bit tentatively, and Randi could see why.  Two wore tight
revealing body suits that had been painted with stripes.  On
their head they had on some small cat ears on a headband, face
paint, and cat tails attached to their posteriors.  Two more wore
airline stewardess' uniforms, and the last two wore cowgirl
outfits.  Randi wondered what the day held in store for them all,
and knew that whatever it was, it would be entertaining.
    The downstairs director then came out as everyone settled
into a chair or couch.  He explained the premise for their scenes
in the movie.  The "plot" of the movie until this day's shoot has
followed the adventures of a fraternity brother (Beau) who has
gotten around on campus (a young prof and he in a Science
classroom, a couple of pizza delivery girls in his room joined
afterward by some of his roommates, etc.).  The current situation
is that his frat and a cooperative sorority help each other with
their rush activities.  The shooting upstairs is where the
sorority sisters will test the young frat pledges, and
downstairs the frat brothers will help the aspiring female
pledges in their quest for sisterhood.   The "sisterhood test"
for this particular sorority is to play out an encounter with a
frat brother, and do so as convincingly as possible.  The
sorority sister leadership will be looking on and judging their
performances, and will be scored and voted on by the membership
after a concluding free-for-all romp after each pledge pair has
taken their test.
    Four scenes of female pledge pairs will occur downstairs
while four scenes of male pledge pairs goes on upstairs.  When
the shooting is concluded for all eight scenes everyone will
be brought together for a final orgy scene.  Homosexual acts are
highly recommended in the scenes except for those previously
designated not to have them.  Kinkiness, swearing,and self-
pleasuring are solely up to each individual, but again, any and
everything to make this a hotter movie is encouraged.  Should
anyone decide to back out of what they are requested to do for
the film may do so as long as there are substitutes, but those
individuals won't receive salary payments.  As long as both
organizations supply the correct number of participants each will
receive its organizational payment.
    With no questions from those assembled, the director gestured
for the two girls dressed as cats to head for the living room
scene set up against the east wall.  He talked with them over
there for about five minutes, and Randi could see them nodding
and making brief comments now and then.  He then pointed to the
frat brother with blonde hair, a couple day's dark facial growth,
and wide shoulders.  He went and sat on the sofa next to the
director and heard his part.  Eventually he moved off of the set,
the director moved back out of camera view, two cameramen and a
camerawoman took their places, quiet was called for and the
lights in the ballroom dimmed down to nothing.  Then lights were
called for and colored lights washed the scene.  The director
called "Action!" and the filming began.
    Randi didn't know the girls' names, so thought of them as
Tabby and Siamese.  The Tabby's body suit and skin were painted
in various patches, and her red hair was teased out into a
mane like a lion's.  She stretched out on the couch in a slow
cat-like yawn and Randi could see that the back of the body suit
was thong-style, exposing a pair of curvaceous buns.  Her
fingers ended in superlong nails, her face had been painted
with whiskers, and then Randi noticed Tabby's long tongue.  This
scene must have been why each girl had been asked to stick her
tongue out during rehearsal!
    Tabby began licking herself with her incredibly long tongue,
making leisurely strokes up and down her arms.  She moved with
smooth grace and let her pink slick tongue glide up and down
herself.
    Randi moved her attention to the Siamese over in a chair.
She was Asian beneath her gray make-up, and the impression given
was of a small Siamese cat.  Her black hair fell down past her
shoulders, which were exposed above the maillot top she wore.
Her bottom was a gray bikini that was barely noticeable beneath
the body make-up, but which kept a cat tail attached to her
backside.  Her gray furry ears poked up out of her dark hair, and
she too exhibited an astoundingly long tongue which she began to
use on herself.
    She quickly moved from her arms to her long legs (which she
uncurled to full effect) to her pert breasts.  She cupped them up
towards her mouth, and let her snaky tongue flick over the fabric
holding them back.
    Randi noticed that Tabby was also tonguing her larger
breasts with the help of one hand, but her other hand had one of
her claws pressing into her crotch and rubbing there up and
down.  Tabby rolled over onto her back and let both her hands
slide into her pubic area and begin rubbing herself to greater
heights of excitement.  Her back arched, pushing her swollen
breasts straight up into the air, and she began tossing her head
back and forth.
    She was stretched out fully on the couch when Siamese hopped
down from her chair to pad across the room/set to try and crawl
up onto the couch also.  With a hiss Tabby swung her claws at the
gray cat and went back to her self-pleasuring. Siamese, though,
wanted some or all of the couch for herself so reached up and got
a pawfull of red hair.  Within seconds a full cat fight was under
way, and it didn't take long for the two of them to rip the
fabric off of each other's bodies.  The body-paint had been
applied under their outfits as well, so there were no pink
splotches of skin exposed in the melee.
    Just as their wrestling and scratching got intense, a male
voice from off-scene called, "Hellooo!  Little kitties, your
daddy is home," and the frat brother they'd seen earlier came in
to witness the scuffle. He pulled them apart holding onto their
necks and scolded them. "Bad cats!  What do you think you're
doing?  Now calm down and stop that."
    He began stroking their hair with petting motions and then
sat the Siamese on the couch and walked the Tabby over to the
chair.  "Now sit there and cool off."  He sat apart from the
Siamese on the couch and began to undress.  "It's been a long
day, and there's nothing like coming home to a little pussy."
Tabby sulked on the chair, but Siamese sidled up close and
watched him intently.
    By the time he got down to his briefs his broad chest was
viewable, and Siamese was lightly scratching the side of his
firm bicep.  He slipped his bikini underwear off since it looked
like it would have had trouble holding his manhood in anyway.
He turned to the Asian cat and told her he wanted a tongue
bath.  Siamese was quite willing, and purringly licked his
neck, shoulders, and nipples.  He leaned back as she started
licking her way down his belly, nipping at his hands and arms,
and then he turned over to lay on his belly.  She then gave his
back a wet bath with her long tongue and worked her way down to
the small of his back.
    She skipped on down to his toes and feet and began
progressing her way back up.  Her tongue strokes were long and
wet.  She kissed and nibbled his firm buttocks when she reached
there, and even had him spread his legs and tongued his anus a
few times.  Soft moans were now escaping from him, and the Tabby
had ceased her sulking to see what her rival was up to.
    Tabby's nipples were erect on her firm breasts, and she
reached up to unconcsciously stroke them lightly as she watched.
Siamese clawed at his hip to try and turn him over, and soon he
gave in to her insistence.  His prick was hard and red, and
Siamese didn't waste time beginning her tongue ministrations
on it.  She held his hairy balls in her one long-clawed hand,
and ran the nails of her other hand up and down his shaft as
she licked him enthusiastically.  His eyes were closed and
he murmurred, "Nice pussy, good pussy," over and over.
    He reached a hand down to stroke her black hair as first her
tongue tickled the tip of his cock and then she opened wide and
took him deeply into her mouth.  His body tensed for a second at
this pleasurable move, and then he relaxed back as her hand and
mouth moved slowly up and down his hardened poker.
    Tabby now could no longer just watch, so she crawled down
and padded across the floor on all fours.  The man's one hand
stroked the Siamese' hair, but his other arm hung off the couch,
so she began licking his hand.  Moving her tongue up and down
between his fingers got him to smile down at her and she knew
that she was back in his good graces.  She hopped up onto the
couch at his head, got on her knees, spread her legs apart and
scooted down so that she straddled his face.  He pulled a pillow
up under his head to elevate himself, and reached up with his
free hand to touch her between the legs.
    The first gentle touch sent a visible shiver through her
body.  She began massaging her full breasts and didn't need to
look to tell the difference between his probing fingers and the
tongue that now began to excite her.
    The Asian cat now left off her tonguings and crawled up so
that she could straddle his crotch.  Her own smaller breasts
also sported pointy nipples, but she used her hands to guide his
meat up between her lithe legs until she could get the head into
her cunt.  As soon as it was in just firm enough to stay in place
she held herself there, facing the Tabby, and with a grin of
satisfaction slowly lowered herself down onto him.
    The Tabby just smiled back without jealousy.  She was
receiving plenty of attention and stimulation from the man.
Tabby then uncharacteristically reached out her paw and lightly
touched one of the Siamese' erect nipples.  The smaller cat
hadn't been watching, and reacted by grabbing the arm at the
wrist, but then she saw what the Tabby had been doing and
pulled the hand closer so that the whole hand made contact with
her breast.  Still moving up and down on the cock between her
parted legs, she closed her eyes and let the other pussy's hand
massage and pinch her swollen tit.  An orgasm swelled up from
inside her and she let out a loud cat-like moan that lasted a
long time.
    She increased the tempo of her humping until she was
practically bouncing up and down.  She could feel him thrusting
as best he could, but she was controlling the pace for the most
part.  She leaned forward to brace herself on the Tabby who
allowed her to do so.
    The red-haired cat was also twitching and moving over top
of the eager mouth and tongue that were lapping her with
abandon.  Her juices were flowing quite strongly, and she could
tell that he had to stop every now and then to swallow.  His
tongue circled and flicked her clit alternately, and shortly
after her fellow feline verbalized her pleasure she did too.
    The couch held firm as the Siamese bounced up and down on
his hardness until he reached down to grab her ass with both
hands and hold her steady as his hips pushed upward insistently
and regularly.  She didn't want to stop, but could feel his
cock pulsing inside her and concluded that stopping was worth
it.  Another wave of pleasure hit her, and she nearly gasped in
pain as the Tabby must have hit a high point too, for her hand
squeezed hard on the breast she held.
    The two women's heads now rested on each other's shoulders,
and when they opened their eyes they looked right into the face
of the other.  The Tabby purrrrred, and the Siamese licked her
lips, and they just naturally moved closer for a kiss.  Still
in the shape of a triangle, the three eased down from their
climactic adventure with deep-throated kisses and hugs.
    The two cats broke their encounter and allowed the man up
from beneath them.  He obviously hadn't seen them kissing or
caressing each other, and said, "Now I'm going to go get a
shower and my dinner.  I don't want you Pussies fighting while
I'm out of the room.  Understand?"  They nodded meekly.  "Okay
then.  You've been very good Pussies, so why don't you make up
and be friends.  When I come back I want to see you cooperating
and friendly, alright?"  Again they nodded, heads down.
    The Tabby leaned over and gave the Siamese a soft kiss on the
cheek, and the man gave them a smile.  "That's it -- kiss and
make up. I'll be back soon," and headed off stage.  The Siamese
looked over at the Tabby, who smiled back.  She then leaned over
and gave the Tabby a kiss like she had just received, but the red
head turned her head at the last second to catch it on her mouth.
They embraced, and it was obvious to see that the love-making
session they had just participated in hadn't sated their desires,
and as the lights dimmed out they had just moved into a sixty-
nine position on the couch.
    "Cut!" the director yelled, and the cameras stopped whirring,
but the two on the couch didn't stop their acting.  Everyone
had to wait for them to finish the scene they'd started, and
after about five minutes of bringing each other to multiple
orgasms they looked up and saw everyone staring at them.  They
apologized, which everyone took with a laugh, and they headed,
hand in hand, back to the dressing room.
                    **************************
    Randi was ready for a breather, but the crew moved quickly
to the second set and called for the participants to take
their places.  The scene was a bedroom in a house in the West,
with riding gear hanging on the wooden walls of the set, a four-
poster bed with an old-fashioned patchwork quilt on top.  The
director conversed with the two sorority sisters and the one frat
brother.  There was some pointing about places, some props were
brought in and tucked under the bed (Randi couldn't quite catch
what they were).  Quiet was called for, and soon the action
began.
    One of the girls ushered the young man into the bedroom with
the cameras rolling.  Grant was the young man's name, and he was
dressed in jeans, a white shirt with a full pocket protector,
glasses with horn-rimmed frames, and his sandy blonde hair combed
back.  The young woman, Shauna, was quite full-busted in her
sleek black silk evening gown with its spangles highlighting the
low neckline.  She tossed her long blonde curls back over her
shoulder, and her moist red lips wore a sexy, knowing smile.
    The talk, as they sat next to each other on the bed,
began with him telling his name, "Sam," and explaining that he'd
been at his bachelor's party and the guys had gotten him a little
tipsy and brought him to this chicken ranch for one of their
"smooth horseshoe" specials, whatever that was.  She explained
that it was what this establishment was famous for, and had his
friends put up for a single or a double?  A double, he assured
her, but with a nervous laugh confessed that he knew nothing
about any of it.  That was okay, she said, just leave it all to
her.
    She reached a delicate hand with long painted nails and asked
for him to remove his shirt.  He stood and did as she requested,
first removing his pocket protector and laying it carefully on
the night stand.  The upper body he revealed was the chest of a
male model.  His pectorals were fully articulated, his shape was
a classic V, and his abdominal muscles looked as hard as a rock.
He took his glasses off and smiled at her with bright white
teeth.
    The blonde buxom young woman reached under the bed
and withdrew some long cords of leather.  With a practiced hand
she bound one of his hands, looped it through a horseshoe held
firmly to the wall, and then tied it to his other hand.  He was
now held in place to the wall a few feet away from the bed, and
when he looked up he saw that it was indeed a well worn piece of
metal.  Others had obviously been there before him, for the
bottom of the U-shaped piece of metal had been worn shiny.
    Shauna stepped away from him, turned her back to him and
began to dance.  She was frontally visible to the camera, as was
he, and it proved a good view of both as she began to swing and
sway her hips and he looked on appreciatively.  The dance
continued on, and the clothes began to come off.  Her shoulder
straps slid down and hung limply on her upper arms as she turned
back towards him, and oh-so-slowly she shimmied so that more and
more of her breasts were revealed.  Finally the smooth silk slid
off of them until he could gaze at her full figure.  Despite
their size, there was nothing slouchy or saggy to them.  Each
breast looked large, firm, and young, and soon the dress slipped
down and off until she danced before him in her stiletto heels,
g-string, and garterless stockings.  Her flesh was tan and
smooth, and undulated seductively before him.
    She sauntered up to him and, pressing her body up against
his, planted a big wet kiss on his mouth.  He arched his back
and pelvis forward to feel her against him there, and his
arms strained against the leather bonds in a vain attempt to
clutch her to him.  Her nipples pressed up against his muscular
chest in what looked like tantalizing movement next to him.
    She broke away from the kiss, tossed her golden tresses
over her shoulders and began kissing and licking her way down
his chest.  He stood still, his shoulders up against the wall
and crotch thrust forward.  She nipped at his own taut nipples
and some guttural noises escaped his mouth below his closed
eyes.
    She continued further down until she got to the button of
his jeans.  Her long elegant finger nails didn't seem to hinder
her quickly loosing his trousers and sliding them down and off of
his feet, removing his loafers in the process.  He had on white
cotton boxers, which contrasted with his golden tan, but they
couldn't hide the state of his arousal.  His flag was at full
mast, and deftly she released it from down under.  Her fingers
stroked in gently along its hardened length briefly before she
closed her eyes and lowered her moist full lips down onto him.
    She stayed only on the tip of his eight full inches, but her
tongue was providing him an excellent workout.  He tried to
thrust forward, but she was able to compensate and remain only on
the mushroom end of him.  She held the base of his inflexible rod
with one hand, and gently caressed and fondled his pale white ass
with the other.
    His hands strained against their smooth but firm bonds,
especially when her blonde head dropped down onto him fully.
Torturously slow, she sucked him up and down his full length.
His meat looked raw and red as it eased in and out of her wet
lips.  Then she withdrew her face from his crotch, stood up,
turned her back to him and stepped back into him.  His manhood
pressed up against her firm ass, but she reached a hand between
her legs to grab him and point him between her legs.  With one
quick motion she slid her g-string down and off, but instead
of inserting him into her pussy she pointed his shaft straight
ahead so that he stuck out just barely from between her legs, as
if she had a penis of her own.  She bent over slightly to allow
him to poke out further, and with her legs apart just enough, the
upperside of his hardened prick slid up and between her cunt
lips.  His thrusting then was not into her, but lubricated the
top of his penis, with his dick head poking out past her light
blonde bush.  She reached down with her right hand and grabbed
the few inches that thrust out in front of her, and when he
leaned over as far as he could and looked over her shoulder down
between her breasts it looked all the world like she was
masturbating her own cock!
    "My, my," a sultry voice said, "looks like you've got him
all worked up."  Then a svelte dark-haired vixen walked in.
Curls framed her face with its large liquid eyes and its small
pouty mouth.  Dressed only in stockings held up by a black lace
garter, black spiked heels, and an underwire see-through black
brassiere, the petite young woman with the Hispanic look strode
in and sized them up and down.
    Shauna stopped her pelvic gyrations and held out her arms to
their guest.  "Lita!  How nice of you to join us.  I was
wondering if you were going to show."
    Lita sidled up to them slowly, looked at the mass of manhood
hanging behind the blonde and smiled.  Then she moved closer
and into the waiting arms of Shauna.  Breasts pressed up against
breasts as the two melted into a deep embrace and kiss.  Sam
could feel both their bodies pressing back against his, and
his erection got harder, if that was possible.
    Shauna still had his cock trapped between her legs, and he
went back to thrusting.  This got Lita's attention, and she
slowly kissed her way down Shauna's body until she got to the
hard flesh poking out from her pussy.  She began oralizing them
both, alternating between sucking his cock and licking Shauna's
clitoris, making them both very happy at the same time.  She was
very good at what she did, and could tell when Sam would begin to
get a little too excited.  Then she would switch back to Shauna,
working the clit hard so that she began getting pretty excited
too.  Using her intuition to perfection she was able to bring
them to climax at almost the same time, gobbling his meat so
deeply that her nose was in perfect position to push Shauna's
button that sent her ver the edge with just a bit of gentle
rubbing.
    Shauna reached back and pulled Sam's hips into her backside
as they both felt the overwhelming pleasure engulf them.  Lita
ate him hungrily, swallowing as fast as he could pump it out, and
the process provided more than enough friction to Shauna's
genitalia to send what felt like an ocean of sexual pleasure
waves through her body.  Her breasts had hardened, and the
nipples looked like red gum drops, so flushed was she.
    Eventually the heaving subsided and Lita kissed her way
back up again, stopping at the swollen breasts that ached to
be fondled.  Just as it looked like she was going to begin
nibbling the pink flesh and dark points she turned on her heel
and went to the bed.  Shauna parted her legs to let Sam's
deflated balloon return to earth and followed the other woman to
the bed.
    Lita had laid on her back, her body flat and her legs
parted.  Sam watched while Shauna slipped the flimsy pieces of
cloth off the petite girl's tight body and then lay on top of
her.  From his vantage point he could see them kissing hungrily,
their pelvises grinding into each other and their hands stroking
up and down each other's bodies.  Lita spread her legs apart
incredibly wide, and Shauna moved off of her so that she could
slip two of her long-nailed fingers into the dripping twat.  As
she did Lita's back arched and she began squirming up and down on
the fingers.  It was impossible to tell which of the two the
moans and sobs were coming from, but it didn't matter.  Both were
thriving on the sexual tension they had created.
    Shauna then released her "grip" on Lita's love box, turned
to straddle her own pussy over the awaiting mouth, and pulling
Lita's legs together and back toward her head, she folded the
Hispanic goddess in half and leaned over to bury her tongue
between the dark curly hair and protruding red lips.
    Sam's blood had begun to flow, and soon his manhood stirred
and seemed to be looking up to catch the action going on so
nearby on the brass bed.  The women, however, paid him no heed,
and licked their way to crashing orgasms as they seemed to be
in some kind of rhythm of taking turns.  Shauna would stop
her tongue stroking for about twenty seconds as she shuddered
and gasped uncontrollably.  Then she would come out of her trance
and returned the favor to Lita whose body would twitch and spasm
for the same length of time.
    After a while of this Shauna removed one of the black
stiletto heels from the stockinged foot of her paramour and
buried the pointy heel to its fullest in the wet pussy she faced.
Then she slid it back out and gently but surely forced it into
Lita's anus.  Lita hugged the ass above her in their 69 position
and began tonguing Shauna's bung-hole as her own back door was
unmercifully filled.  She gasped a couple of times, but didn't
protest.  She began instead to beg in alternate whispers, "Eat
me... ram it in... eat me...ram it in..."  Shauna complied with
both requests by grinding the slim shoe in and out of the asshole
and using long slow licks on the gushing slit nearby.  Within
moments Lita was increasing her volume until she was screaming
for it to go harder and harder.  She began thrashing on the bed
and her hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed until it looked
like they would surely burst.  Finally with a cry like a beast in
pain she climaxed uncontrollably and fell back exhausted and
spent.
    Sam had taken it all in and was squirming in sexual
discomfort at not being able to join in.  Shauna moved away from
her Latin lover and over to him.  She undid the leather pieces
holding him up and he anxiously awaited his release.  He barely
noticed Lita rummaging under the bed with some kind of belt as
his wrists came free from the smoothed horseshoe.  He rubbed the
circulation back into them, wincing slightly at the tingling in
his fingers.
    Shauna took her place again on the bed now on all fours,
facing away from him.  Lita was on the other side strapping a
leather belt on that had a piece fitting under her like a jock
strap.   Shauna tossed her blonde hair over one shoulder with a
snap of her head, looked back at him, and invited him to fill her
backdoor.  She handed him a tube of jelly and in no time he had
his own rod slicked up, and applied a generous sum to her
little brown hole.  Her white cheeks swayed back and forth
invitingly and for a minute he considered slipping his meat into
her blonde-haired pussy, but he complied with her whispered
entreaties.
    He placed one hand gently around her waist and with his other
guided the tip towards its destination.  Slowly he pushed, but
her sphincter was tight and no progress was made.  Shauna stayed
upon her knees, but lay her head down, which forced her ass
apart.  Then the blood engorged mushroom tip of his cock gained
entry, and between the pulling he did with his hand around her
waist and the pushing of his hips he worked his way in deeper and
deeper.  Gasps came with each inch more he buried himself, until
her soft cheeks pressed firmly up against his thighs.
    Shauna had stopped the swaying of her hips from side to side,
and instead began shifting forward and back on her knees, fucking
his shaft that way as well as tightening and releasing her
asshole for a double sensation of pleasure.
    Finally Shauna moved forward off of her knees until she was
lying down on her belly, her legs spread wide apart, cheeks
pointing towards the moon.  Sam had to nearly lie down also to
maintain contact, when he finally noticed Lita moving up behind
him.  Her fingers were smeared with jelly and then she surprised
him by smearing it unceremoniously up his ass, just as he had
done to Shauna.  He glanced back quickly to see a large black
dildo strapped to the belt, pointing towards him.  Apparently she
was going to do him simultaneous to him doing Shauna!
    His mind had drifted from the butt-fuck he was giving, but
Shauna wasn't about to let him for long.  Hard rubber met the
resistance of sphincter, but Lita wasn't timid about thrusting
her hips forward so that the lubricated tip was forced into him.
Once she had made that progress she shimmied forward on her knees
and then thrust forward again.  Two more pushes and she had all 9
inches of the phallus embedded in him and began pumping it in and
out to the rhythm he was setting inside Shauna's pert behind.
    As the three moaned and aahed their way towards yet another
climax, Randi got up from where she had been sitting on the couch
and taking this scene in and abruptly left the room.  Gabrielle
gave her a brief glance, but her attention was glued to the set
and its inhabitants.  Beau slipped off of the sofa and followed
Randi out into the hallway.
    She had her back to him as he approached.    "You okay?" he
asked quietly.
    No answer was forthcoming.
    "You're not sick are you?" he inquired again, reaching out a
hand to brush the hair from off of her shoulder.
    "No, it's not that," the reply came back meekly.  "I just
don't think I can go through with this."
    "It's always difficult, the first one," he reminisced.  "I
remember my first film."
    "What was it like?" and she turned towards him a little.
    "Well, I had dropped out of college and didn't know what I
wanted to do.  A friend told me of some quick money, and when I
heard what it was I was thrilled.  I have no family left to speak
of, and being in a porn movie sounded exciting.  Only thing was,
when the camera rolled, nothing happened.  It was so embarrassing
-- being in a room with half a dozen naked beautiful women and me
all shrivelled up."
    Randi smiled despite herself.  Thinking of this hunk without
an erection was a new thought for her, and realized how em-bare-
assing it must have been for him.  That thought gave her the
giggles.
    "What did you do?" she asked gulping back her smile.   "Well,
I guess being on display was so new to me that the director
cleared the set and left me alone with only one woman.  She was
only about a tenth as pretty as you and even then I was up in no
time."
    Smoothly he transitioned into, "Do you have any idea how hot
you look?"
    Realizing that he was referring to the body of her sister
that he had seen the night before she answered honestly, "No, I
don't.  I'm not sure that I can do this."
    "Do me a favor, will you?"
    "Okay."
    "Give me your hand." Reaching down he took one of her
delicate hands in both of his.  "Feel this," and he placed it on
his chest.  "Do you feel that?"
    "Umm hmm," she replied feeling his heart beat through his
shirt.
    "Your beauty is causing my heart to race.  I have seen
many beautiful women in the past few years, but your look,
your movement, your skin, and your eyes all cause my blood to
boil."  He slowly slid her hand down his well-muscled body.
"Your hair is gorgeous, your long legs make me hot, your
beautiful breasts take my breath away," her hand now nestled upon
the hardness in his pants, "and your love nest gives me
goosebumps.
    "Do you see now what you do to men?" and he released her
hand.
    "I suppose there is no denying what I feel, right?" and
rubbed him a little bit through his pants to make sure that what
she felt was real.  The stimulation caused him to close his eyes
and gasp a little.  Then they leaned toward each other and
kissed.  Randi used her free hand to circle his waist as he
embraced her also, but she never moved her hand from the
stiffness of his pants.  Their tongues probed each other's mouth,
and Randi felt her breasts heaving in exhilaration.  Bodies
moving out of the main room into the hallway caused them to part
a little self-consciously, and they knew that the second scene
had ended.  Just one more to go before theirs.  Beau suggested
that she go and re-do her lipstick, and promised to meet her back
in the room shortly.  They parted with a last longing gaze.
            *******************************
    Randi stepped into the powder room and made sure that she was
presentable and noticed that she had plenty of color in her
cheeks, mostly due to the recent encounter she'd had with the
leading man.  She decided to look around before heading for the
3rd scene.  She slipped around the actors and set people and out
onto the back porch.  Out by the pool a scene was being filmed
that she hadn't heard about.
    Lots of animals were on hand, including a full stallion, a
sheep, a large dog, and various other pets and barn animals.  A
stage-hand happened by and she asked what was going on out there.
He replied with a roll of his eyes that the added scenes for the
Mexican-version were being filmed out there, and unless she had a
taste for the really bizarre she'd better stay inside.
    She was still wearing her French maid's uniform, so she
picked up a tray of h'ors deuvres from a table nearby and began
walking around the outside set to see what was going on.  She
stayed away from where there was obvious filming and tried to
look as inconspicuous as possible.  Although her outfit was
nearly as revealing as a bikini, the fact that she had clothes on
at all made her obviously distinct from the actors and actresses,
so she was able to move around fairly unobtrusively.  Now and
then she would offer a bite to eat to a director or other, but
mostly just wandered around the grounds.
    By the pool there was a German Shepherd straddling a buxom
fat woman, and a black man was humping a female St. Bernard which
barked with each of his thrusts.  Randi moved out into the yard
to see what else was going on and caught a glimpse of a naked
woman kneeling under a horse, facing its oversized weapon.  She
decided that she didn't need to be educated any further and
headed back towards a side door when a light brown nearly
hairless bird dog came running up barking at her.
    She dropped her tray of snacks and stood shock-still, and the
dog started gobbling up the h'ors deuvres.  A set prop man walked
up at the noise and told her that the dog wasn't a part of the
movie but was a guard dog that came with the place.  All she
needed to be safe was to use its name and it would stop treating
her like a prowler.  He gave her the name "Cassius," which was
the name of the Vischla hunting dog, and then walked back to his
set.
    She murmurred out it's name and he looked up from his repast
with twinkling eyes, no longer ferocious but looking like all
he wanted in life was to have a good game of frisbee.  She patted
his head and scratched behind his ears, and soon was licking her
face as if she were his long-long master.
    She was amazed at how human-like his smooth and soft nearly-
hairless skin felt.  She really got into petting him, and let her
hands roam all over his back and legs.  He leaned up against her
enjoying the attention she gave him.  Then with a last "good boy"
(for he was obviously male), she stepped back inside for the
final scene before hers.
    When she walked in she saw that the set for this third scene
was pretty elaborate.  Seats had been arranged in two rows with a
wall of windows behind that simulated the first-class section of
an airplane.  Two very perky young stewardesses were just
greeting a frat brother dressed as a businessman when Randi
returned to the set.
    The women were hot looking.  Both had brown hair, but the
similarities ended there.  The first, Candace, was tall with a
model's physique.  She wore her hair pulled back into a pony-
tail, which revealed her facial qualities to their fullest.  High
cheekbones, a pert nose, a pouty mouth, pearly white teeth, and
piercing aqua eyes.  Her outfit was a white low-cut blouse that
revealed a sizable amount of cleavage, and a vest above a
dark blue nearly non-existant skirt.  She wore silky brown hose
on legs that looked longer than a summer day, and her feet were
set into matching blue heels.  The effect was stunning.
    Her companion did not catch the eye as quickly, but at
second glance was prettier in a different way.  She had her hair
down in large curls nestled on her shoulders, and her slim figure
was fit tightly into her uniform.  Her accent was decidedly
Australian, however, and her bouncy personality more than made up
for her size, especially standing next to her tall compatriot.
Pound for pound her chest wasn't as large, but she wore one of
the new European Wonder Bras, and it gave a ripe look to her
breasts, as if they were ready to be picked, peeled, and eaten.
    The two stewardesses greeted a half-dozen businessmen who
shuffled their way back to the back of the small private jet,
past a set of curtains separating their section from the front
first-class area.
    Then a brawny young man in a sleek tailored dark suit and red
power tie entered, greeted the two stewardesses with a winning
smile and seated himself in the third row from the front.  He
carried himself with self-confidence, and both women's eyes were
riveted on him.  They watched him stow his brief case in the
compartment above his seat, take off his jacket and lay it over
the seat in front of him and stretch out his 6'2" frame in his
layback seat.  He locked fingers behind his head of curly short
hair of sandy locks and looked ready to doze.  The two
stewardesses shook themselves out of their daydreaming and got to
work.
    They hustled back to wait on the men in coach, but the
privileges of that section were few and they completed their
duties in record time.  Then it was a fight to see which could
outdo the other in serving the hunk alone up front.
    Candace, the model-looking brunette with the red highlights,
never squatted when delivering an item, but bent over at the
waist which revealed even more of her ample cleavage and long
legs.  Janette (accent on the second syllable) made it her
business of leaning over the seats opposite his position to
straighten up this or that, revealing the top of her legs and
just a snatch of black silk panty above.  It wasn't long before
the hunk, Graham, was eagerly awaiting his next visit.
    Soon, however, the jet took off and all had to buckle up.  It
was to be a long overnight flight, and the two stewardesses got
the businessmen in the back liquored up so that they'd sleep
throughout the trip.  Then the competition began to see who could
catch the eye, or any other piece of the anatomy, of their first-
class client.
    Candace began by offering to tuck him in for the night.  He
readily agreed, so she began by loosening his tie and unbottoning
his shirt about half way down.  Then she got a blanket and pillow
and laid back his chair.  The first class section had such spread
apart seats that they could nearly lie flat.  Candace reached
down and removed his shoes for him, and while she was down there
below his line of sight she undid her blouse a couple of more
buttons' worth.  When she stood she looked like she was about to
pop out of her shirt and she leaned over him to ask if he was all
tucked in and ready for the night.  Instead of replying he snaked
an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to him in the near
dark of the cabin.
    He began nibbling on her neck and she began rubbing her knee
into his crotch.  The blanket somehow fell away between them and
he easily finished unbuttoning her blouse to release her swelling
mounds of flesh. With her leaning over, they swung freely and
fully. He kissed his way down her neck to those full breasts and
greedily sucked them in turn.  Her hand pressed down hard on the
bulge in his pants and she fumblingly unzipped him.  Soon she had
his belt undone and his trousers opened so that she could grab
ahold of his meaty portion.
    It didn't take them long to hike her little skirt and squat
her twat down onto his homing device.  She slithered her warm and
squishy cunt onto him until she was fully sitting on his lap.
She braced her arms on the top of his chair and began humping up
and down at a frantic pace.  Her breasts slapped his face
rhythmically, but she got no objections.  Her hair cascaded down
around her face as she screwed him for all she was worth.  When
the payoff came, she relentlessly bobbed on his sensitive
fountain until he grabbed her around the waist and held her still
in a bearish grip.
    The two had become quite disheveled in their haste, with her
blouse half on, her skirt piled up around her waist, his pants
down to his knees, and his briefs not down that far.  They
rearranged themselves into some semblance of order and she headed
back to the bathroom to put everything back properly.
    It was then that the little Aussie stepped out from behind
the curtain.  She walked up to the businessman who was trying to
rearrange his clothing, and began "tut, tut"ing him.  "You've
been a bad boy," she said in her thick down-under accent.  "It
looks like Oi'm goin' to havta punish you."  She reached up
overhead in one of the front luggage racks and withdrew a riding
crop.  "Stop that and take down y'er pants."  He complied.
    With only a shirt and sox on she directed him into the aisle.
"Now turn yerself around and lean over that arm rest."  He did,
and his tush pointed right at her.  She slipped her skirt off,
undid her blouse and stood there regally in a leather bra and
leather panties, with a red lace garter belt holding up her sheer
black stockings.  Her bra pushed her breasts together and up, and
the round globes looked like ready-to-burst water balloons.  She
kept her heels on, and they gave her back an arch that made her
ass stick out just slightly more than normal, that gave them a
'fondle me' look.
    She positioned herself and then began strapping his butt so
that in no time he had a lot of red stripes across his meaty
behind.  She stopped and inspected his ass closely, licking some
of the stripes.  Then she parted his cheeks and very patiently
began licking between them.
    When he was good and wet she covered the handle of her crop
with saliva as well.  Standing back up she put the riding stick
between her legs up high so that some of it stuck out in front of
her and some behind.  She stood behind him, and with her left
hand she pulled his one cheek away from the other, and with her
right hand she gripped the crop's end sticking out behind her so
that she could hold it tight and direct its direction.
    She placed the leather handle up against his sphincter and
leaned forward.  Nothing gave, so she began twirling the baton
slowly with her right hand so that it cork-screwed its way into
him.  He hadn't let out a peep to this point, taking the whipping
stoically, but now a painful gasp escaped him.
    Not that she was to be deterred, though.  When she had the
handle an inch or two inserted in him she began swaying in and
out, and when he spread his legs further apart to relieve the
painful pressure his defenses fell and the leather stick jerked
its way in more easily.
    His small disciplinarian now could use her free left hand,
and she did so to quickly remove her bra.  She squeezed her
globes hard as she rammed in and out of him, and her huge
aureolae turned dark brown against her pink skin, the nipples
jutting out in excitement.
    She let go of the crop with her legs and stepped over it,
leaving it pointing out of his butt.  She undid her garter and
slipped out of the leather panties.  She stepped across the aisle
and turned her back to him.  Then she bent over away from him and
took the pointy end of the crop with its leather strap and backed
her pussy onto the end of it.  The stick was too long for her to
make her cheeks meet his, but she gripped the stick with one hand
behind her and began rocking forwards and back.  The crop was now
stuck into both his ass and her pussy, and soon both were moaning
with pleasure.
    The camera people moved around the scene shooting it from
various angles, and one positioned himself to video Graham's cock
squirting its wet load onto the seat.  The other zoomed in on her
breasts, her crotch, and her backside as she humped the stick for
all her hot body could take.  Her orgasm shuddered her body
visibly as she repeatedly crammed the leather tool into her
dripping wet hole.
    When she was done she withdrew it from herself first, turned
and said, "Y'er a good boy, now," yanked the pole from his anus,
gave him a last smack and headed for the back curtain saying loud
enough for the coach passengers to hear, "Does anyone else on
this plane need a spankin'?"  The scene went dark.
                 ********************************
    Randi waited off screen while the crew set up the final
encounter.  She wasn't on-screen for a little while, so didn't
allow the butterflies in her stomach to flutter too much.  The
final scene was to begin in a bedroom, which was where Gabby and
Beau began.  Everyone took their place, the lights went down
again, and the action began.
    Their hands all over each other, Gabby and Beau made their
way towards the bed, but never quite got there.  They paused
against a wall not too far from it, and Beau pinned her against
the wall with a deep and wet kiss.  He looked spectacular in his
black tux, and Gabby's maroon silk dress looked perfectly elegant
next to him.  Her hair held a diamond tiara that matched the
diamond-studded necklace she wore.  Her white gloves didn't end
until they'd reached her elbows, and the slit in her dress didn't
end until it allowed the top of the stocking on her right leg to
peek out.  She wore silver high heels, her stockings had glittery
accents on them, and other than the tightness of her dress on
her, she was the height of fashion.
    Beau reached down and lifted her right leg up so that his
crotch fit neatly into hers.  Then he ran his hand up her leg,
sliding the silky material with his hand so that more and more
her thigh was exposed.  They continued to kiss deeply as he
palmed her exposed ass, and pulled her tightly too him.  He then
dropped his other hand down and began sliding her dress up her
tight body until she was exposed from the waist down.  Her hose
were held up by a lacy black garter, and she wore no panties.
    He held her dress up with his left hand, and rapidly undid
his pants so that they dropped off his hips to fall and catch at
his knees.  He, also, wore no underwear, and it was no wonder.
Randi saw that his engorged meat looked like a ten pound slab of
bologna in a deli's window.  The tip was a mushroom half the size
of a fist, and the petite body of Gabrielle looked no match for
it.  She obviously hadn't seen Beau unclothed before, and wasn't
watching now, her held tilted back in gathering ecstasy.
    He fingered her slit below her neatly trimmed dark triangle
of a bush, spreading the lubrication around for easier entry.
Then he guided the tip of his iceberg towards her dam, and with
easy strokes began the process of screwing his way in.  Camera-
people were moving around the two of them, getting a wide shot, a
close-up of their faces, and a third angle of super close-up
genital shots.
    The process wasn't quick, and the tightness of Gabby's pussy,
that Randi had experienced early that morning, had not had
experience with anything the size Beau was offering her.  He
leaned in with his hips, forcing her legs apart and her back hard
against the wall.  His thrusting became a little more forceful,
and with an involuntary moan, Gabrielle felt the mushroom squeeze
its way in.  Randi could see Gabby looking a little scared as the
pounding began.  She tried to distract him a little by reaching
up and slipping the straps off of her dress to reveal her
hardened sets of flesh mounds, and it worked for a minute.
    He leaned down to suck one of her tits deeply into his mouth,
and lifted her with both hands off of the floor to get a better
angle at them.  She was now pinned to the wall, both her feet off
the floor, held up by his tent pole, hands, and mouth.  His
mouth, however, didn't hang on for long as he kissed his way up
her neck, allowing her body weight to sit her down farther onto
his blood-filled cock, which slowly worked its way up into her.
    Gabrielle closed her eyes and leaned her head over to the
side as Beau continued to kiss her up and down her neck,
earlobes, and shoulders, his hips ramming in and out, harder and
harder.  Her gasps grew in volume until she was grunting and
moaning rhythmically to his hard thrusts, her arms entwined
around his neck.  Randi could see that his buttocks clenched
tightly on each thrust in, and that each thrust carried him
slightly deeper into her womanly canal.  When he reached the
farthest into her he could his thrusts stopped backing out of
her, and he literally banged her into the wall.  Her backside was
taking a beating, but she was oblivious to it and hung on for the
ride with all her might.
    Then the banging stopped, she let out an animal scream that
went on and on, and his whole body clenched tight.  He thrust
another dozen times while buried to the hilt and then held her in
place against the wall, her legs splayed widely as she gripped
his head into the crook of her neck.  Slowly he allowed her to
slide down the wall, backing out of her ever so slowly as she
did.  When her feet touched down he finished withdrawing, and his
purple cock still quivered slightly in its diminishing state.
Someone yelled "CUT!", and then everyone watching burst out in
applause.  Gabby staggered to the bed and lay down curled into
the fetal position.  Randi approached her and heard her
muttering, "I never...  never... never... I never..." as she
hugged her knees to her chest.  Randi reached out a hand to
stroke the dark hair of her friend and the touch brought a slight
electrical shock to them both, so charged was she from sexual
energy.  Looking up into her newly-blonde friend's eyes, she
smiled and dreamily said, "I'm in heaven."
    Fifteen minutes later Gabby and Beau were on-camera again,
sitting in bed beside each other talking.  Gabby was saying, "But
I want to do this for you.  You do so much for me," glancing
under the covers quickly, "and I think it could be fun for both
of us."
    "It would, at that, but how do you know she'll go for it?" he
asked.
    "I don't, but I just have a hunch that she'd follow you to
hell and back if asked.  Why don't I see?"
    "Alright.  But if she disagrees, I'll just have to make love
to you again as my birthday present."
    Gabby slipped from the covers wearing only a see-through pink
lace teddy, and put on a floor-length feather-bottomed silk see-
through bathrobe.  She tied the belt and stepped into the hall.
"Kristina," she called, "are you there?"
    Randi appeared around the corner wearing her french maid
outfit, her hair done up with a white lace cap on top.  She
carried a long-handled feather duster in hands sporting black
lace gloves with ruffles around the wrist.  Her skirt was high,
and stood out with numerous lacy slips.  Her thigh-high stockings
were sheer white, her feet were daintily perched into black
stiletto heels, and her blouse was high-necked.  Her lips had
been done in dark red and looked pouty when slightly opened.  Her
green eyes shone out from under heavy eye make-up and green eye
shadow, and a beauty mark had been added to her cheek.
    She walked in, curtsied, and looking at the floor asked,
"Oui, madame?"
    Gabrielle eyed her up and down, and gestured her to a chair
nearby.  "Please sit, Kristina, I have an interesting situation
I'd like to tell you about.
    "How long have you worked for Mr. Consedine?"
    Using her best french accent, Randi explained, "All my life,
madame.  My mother works for his father in the Old Country at
their villa, and I helped her since I waz a leettle girl.  When I
waz legally old enough, I came here to work for Mr. Consedine's
son.  Have I done some'zing wrong?"  She unconsciously gripped
her elbows with her hands in a cross-chest gesture that framed
and highlighted the outthrust of her breasts.
    "No, I just wanted to know how long so that I could gauge
your loyalty to this family."
    "I am abzolutely faithful to them, madame!  They have done
everyzing for us, given us so many opportunities.  They are
vonderful to work for, and I vould do anything for Mr.
Consedine... anything."  Looking up slightly, she asked, "Is zere
somezing I can do?"
    Gabby paced before her and finally stopped and gave her a
little smile.  "Today is Mr. Consedine's birthday, and I thought
that I might give him a little present.  Something sexy, yet
innocent at the same time.  Do you know what I think he would
like for his special day?"
    "No, madame.  I do not.  It zounds very nice."
    "Well," she said slowly, to let it all sink in, "I thought he
might like you."
    "Me, madame!  Whatever could I do for him?" she asked, her
green eyes looking enormous and a little frightened.
    "I want to put a bow on you, and offer you to him as a
present for his pleasure.  What do you think?"
    "You mean he and I are to... oooh," she exclaimed as it sank
in.  "I will do zat.  Anyzing!  Except..."
    "No exceptions, Kristina."  In her pacing her bathrobe had
come undone at the waist and opened slightly to further reveal
the pink lacy material beneath.  "I am not going to give him a
gift with strings attached.  You must be willing to offer
yourself fully, and do anything asked, or you may go back to your
cleaning.  Which will it be?" she demanded, her hands on her
hips, legs spread.
    Randi's mouth showed in a little moue, but she pressed a hand
against her chest in a solemn gesture and promised to do
everything in her power.  Gabby reached down and lifted her chin
from where she sat in the chair so that the two stared into each
other's eyes.  "If you are truly willing to help us, to do
anything necessary for Mr. Consedine's recovery, then I ask that
you pledge your trust to me... with a kiss." Randi/Kristina
gasped, and stammered, "But Madame, I am willing to do anyzing
for the *master*.  I sink zat you are a most beautiful woman, but
I have no desire for your affections, only to help him."
    "Nor I for you, Kristina, but if we are to work together for
the next few hours, we must be as firm in our resolve as sisters.
I ask for a kiss from my sister to seal our pact, no more for
now.  But if it becomes necessary, we may remind each other that
our dedication is uncompromisingly complete, and that whatever it
takes to bring Mr. Consedine full birthday bliss is what we will
do, even if it is out of our normal bounds.  Are you sure that
you are willing?  If so, let us secure our alliance and
covenant."
    Gabrielle leaned forward, her robe opening fully, and took
both of Kristina's hands in hers.  Kristina stood, and
tentatively they embraced.  Their moist lips made contact, held a
moment, and then they parted.  Gabby released the younger woman
and headed back toward the bedroom, calling back, "Just wait out
here for a minute, love.  I'll call you when we're ready."
    In just a moment she called back out for her to enter.
Unthinkingly "Kristina" picked up the feather duster and headed
into the boudoir of her employer.
    He sat up in bed, his chest bare, his boyish good looks
beaming at her as she entered a bit unsurely.  'This is it,'
Randi thought to herself.  She recalled the number of boys she'd
bedded in the past four years, as well as the men, and knew that
she would be able to handle the sex part.  She was still a bit
confused about her feelings toward Gabrielle, but knew assuredly
that she was looking forward to her encounter (dare there might
be more than one?) with Beau.  But would she be able to perform
well enough under the lights, with both a friend and a stranger,
in front of a roomful of people?  The idea both frightened as
well as excited her.  The challenge was steep, but with a deep
breath she strode into the room and stood as confidently at the
foot of the bed as she could.
    Beau said to Gabby, "Ah, my Love, thank you for such a lovely
present.  I think we'd better start slow and easy, so why don't
you have her just begin with a dance?"
    Visions of the night before promenaded through Randi's mind,
and recalling some of the sexiest moves she'd seen when Gabrielle
gestured for her to, she began to let her body move.  Music
swelled up from the sound system nearby, and blocking out the
audience, her own inhibitions, and the fact that she was still a
minor performing in a porno flick, she allowed the music to take
over her will.  She danced!
    The music was slow and rhythmic, and she swayed sensually.
She reached up and undid the tie behind her neck that held up the
top of the apron over her front, and then began unbuttoning her
blouse until it was fully undone.  Her top fell off revealing her
chest hidden under a white lace brassiere.  As she danced and
spiraled she unhooked her skirt and let it drop into the pile of
clothes accumulating on the floor.  Her puffy slip slid down and
off of her legs so that now she danced only in her bra, a white
nylon g-string panty, her black stockings and her heels.
    She began moving about the "room" touching herself all over.
She licked her lips as she stopped, turned her back to the bed,
spread her legs, and leaned over so far that her blonde hair
swished on the floor.  When she rose again she looked teasingly
over her shoulder at the bed and saw that he was masturbating his
massive missile.  Gabby leaned next to him, stroking her firm
nipples through the pink teddy.  'I can do it!' Randi thought,
seeing the effect her strip-tease had created.
    Emboldened, she turned and put one foot onto the bed so that
she formed a side-ways "T", again showing off her athletic
physique, her suppleness, and her tight ass.  She leaned over,
stretching fully forward so that she touched her extended foot
with both hands.  Still leaning forward towards the couple on the
bed, she used a thumb and forefinger to deftly undo the front
clasp on her nearly sheer brassiere.  Her breasts were obscured
by her hair while she leaned over, so she rotated her head to the
music's beat and slowly raised back up.
    Round and taut, large pink aureolae and upturned nipples, her
breasts were revealed.  They were almost as large as her
sister's, but under the lights she felt completely unconcerned
that anyone would notice the difference.  She dropped her foot
back to the floor and began pinching her nipples as she continued
her dance.  She cupped each and pushed them together showing off
their fullness.
    Just off the set Marta leaned over to Gunther and whispered,
"I thought she was good last night, but I had no idea she had
such an innocence about her.  She moves nearly the same, but her
naivete is so sexy I'm practically cumming myself.  This movie
will make us millions."
    On the bed Randi saw that Beau continued to palm his stick,
but then a strange gleam came to his eye, he stopped stroking,
and looked at her with his head tilted.  Then a big grin spread
across his face, she saw his log come to an even fuller attention
and he started pumping his well for all it was worth.  Soon jism
squirted up and out in sticky spurts.  Randi danced to the side
of the bed and his rod seemed to follow her like radar, pumping
out its milky load until its last wet amounts dribbled down his
fingers.  He gripped his tool hard and wrung out a few last
drops, but his eyes never left "Kristina's" breasts as she
touched and rubbed them.
    The music wound down, the lights dimmed, and she knew that
the first part of their scene was a success.  The wetness deep
inside her pussy confirmed it.
                       ********************
    It was supposed to be only a quick visit back to the make-up
room for a primping and fitting for the next scene, so Gabby and
Randi didn't speak much.  Gabby did relay on their way there that
her ride from Beau had been fantastic, and had racked her body
with one of the deepest orgasms she'd ever experienced.  She also
praised Randi on her first scene, and with a wink whispered that
it looked like they were going to make it.
    But on their way back, Beau matched their strides, hooked a
firm hand onto Randi's upper arm and veered her away from her
friend for a private conversation.  He opened a door to one of
the unused bedrooms and shut it behind them.
    "What do you think you're up to?" he asked.  "You may have
fooled them, but I know that you're not the same blonde that was
here last night."
    "I was, too, here last night.  How else could I know that you
said you'd be "up" for the part?" she shot back in a desperate
attempt to convince him.
    "I never said that when anyone else could hear except for the
director and cameraman.  How *did* you know I said that?"  He
wasn't grilling her anymore, but had a look of puzzlement on his
face.
    "I can't tell you, but...," her countenance fell, "how did
you know that I wasn't Karla?"
    "I noticed when you were dancing.  The blonde last night had
a little mole on the inside of her upper thigh, and when you
showed me that spot it wasn't there.  You're very similar to her
though, and just as sexy, but where is the original?"
    Randi pulled the robe she wore tightly around her, stared at
the floor, and said, "She's my sister, and she got sick.  I
thought that I could pull off a switch so that the project
wouldn't fall through and they can still get their house."
    "You mean you are her real sister, and not a part of her
sorority?  You must be one loyal sis to go to the same school and
not be in on the organization's benefits."  He looked her up and
down cooly.
    "Oh," she blurted out without thinking, "I'll get the
benefits next year when I start my freshman year."
    "Uh oh," Beau stammered.  "Did you say next year you'll be a
freshman?  You don't mean to say that you're still in high
school, do you?"
    Dread filled her body, but she couldn't deny him the truth
she'd already let out.  "Uhhh, yeah.  I am."  More forcefully,
"but I'm 18, I'm not a minor."
    "Oh yeah?" he challenged.  "What's your birthday?  Quick!
Tell me!"
    "It's..., uh..., last month, on the 30th."
    "What day of the week was it?"
    "What do you mean, what day of the week was it?"
    "Just that.  If your birthday was just last month, what day
did it fall on?"  He stood with his muscular arms crossed across
his chest.
    "I don't remember," she mumbled to the floor.
    "Louder," he directed.
    "I said I don't remember," and she put her hands on her hips
and glared at him, her green eyes sparking warning at him.
    "That's because you're probably seventeen and could get us
all jailed for putting you in a porno flick."  He uncrossed his
arms and gestured with one hand, "Listen, whoever you are..."
    "Randi," she replied.
    "Listen, Randi -- I think you are one sweet sight to behold,
and I really want to finish this picture with you, so here's what
I propose.
    "I won't mention to anyone this conversation we've had, and
neither will you.  When it's all over your sister will claim
credit for it, and Lord knows everyone else'll think she did it
because you look so much alike.  But on your part, you'll do
whatever I ask out there under the lights.  No holds barred.  You
just smile and go along.  Do you agree, or do I step out of here
and blow your little ruse?"
    "You promise not to tell, right?"  'Perhaps this might still
happen,' she thought to herself.
    "You have my word on it."
    "Then I promise to do anything you want out there -- so long
as it doesn't hurt. Is that alright?"
    "Absolutely. Now let's get back out there and steam up their
lenses before someone thinks we've snuck off for a quickie of our
own."
    "It wouldn't bother me if they thought we had," she replied
boldly. "I've been fantasizing about that cock of yours and what
I plan to do with it."
    "Well, you can stop fantasizing then. You're about to live
the fantasy," and he ushered her back out the door and toward
their next scene together.

    A short while later their film encounter continued, and it
began with "Kristina" on the bed, being instructed by her boss's
dark eyed and black haired lover.
    Gabrielle's hair had been pulled back slightly at the top two
corners of her face, giving her an almost cat-like look.  Her
eyes' slight hispanic look had been enhanced with eye shadow
giving them a very sexy and alluring look.  She had changed out
of her teddy and bathrobe into a black nylon see-through body-
suit that ran from her ankles to her wrists and dipped in a curve
below her throat.  She had shed her white gloves to reveal
beautifully long nails painted the same color as her mauve lips.
Her petite body in the bodysuit was highlighted by a loose
diamond belt around her waist.
    To the now nearly-naked "Kristina" she directed in a whisper,
"You have done well, Kristina, so let us move on a little
farther.  Let him touch you, but more importantly, touch
yourself.  Let yourself go, and as you do, we will follow -- I'm
sure of it."
    Randi was handed back her feather duster, and she lay back on
the bed, her legs slightly parted.  She had more rouge on her
face now, and darker eye makeup accenting her dark brown eyebrows
below her golden tresses.  She wore only gloves and her thigh-
high stockings.
    For this scene she was to pleasure herself.  She had an idea
of how she planned to do it, but wasn't sure she could
concentrate enough on herself without being distracted by the
onlookers to bring herself off.  'Oh well,' she thought, 'I can
always fake it.' So with one of her white-lace gloved hands she
touched a breast and began slowly squeezing and palming it,
bringing the pitch of her excitement slightly back up.  With the
other she "dusted" herself, feeling the smooth feathers slide up
her belly and onto her other bosom.  It was a feeling like none
she had ever felt before, and it was nice.
    She feathered herself up top, and then worked her way down.
She slid it down over her taut stomach muscles, the fine downy
hairs leading to her blonde pubic hairs that had been trimmed
into a neat little bushy package, and the feathers gently
brushing them felt delectable.  A shiver of delight sent goose
bumps over her tanned skin.
    She allowed one of her legs to bend lower, revealing more of
her crotch.  She gently moved the feather duster over her pussy,
finding that the farther she spread one and then the other knees
apart the better the feathers felt against her moistening lips
and clitoris.  Her "dusting" gained in intensity, brushing back
and forth and then around in a circular motion.  Her pussy moved
beyond moistening to full lubrication.  The hand fondling her
breast squeezed harder, pinching her erect nipples to the beat of
the duster against her throbbing honey pot.
    As her body moved up to the threshold of orgasm she turned
the duster around and plunged the long wooden handle into her
vagina as deeply as she could.  She dropped her lacy fingers from
her sensitive nipples to her even more aching pussy and fingered
her love button wildly as she rammed the handle into and out of
herself.
    Eyes closed, wet mouth open, nipples pointing, gasps and
grunts emanating, and hands working furiously, she climaxed again
and again in front of her two lovers and the rest of the set.
She was lost to them.  She was lost to herself.  All that existed
was the throbbing that continued to swell and overwhelm her over
and over again.  She lost track of time.  It seemed an eternity,
although she was told later it lasted only five or six minutes.
She had never felt such physical sensations before in her life,
and pondered through a filmy haze as she felt the orgasms
receding that any payment was only a bonus to what she had just
experienced.  Finally she allowed her hands to rest, her body to
slump from its fever pitch of sensation, and her mind to return
to who and where she was.
    Her two paramours didn't let her rest long, though.
Gabrielle moved up and knelt her crotch over Randi's face.  She
lowered her nylon covered body down so that her pussy made near-
contact with "Kristina's" mouth.  Gabby faced towards Randi's
feet, which is where Beau moved in.  He moved up between the
silk-clad legs and moved a couple of pillows under Randi's
buttocks so that she lay resting back on her shoulders.  She had
hardly noticed his actions as she did her best to tongue
Gabrielle's dark little snatch, but the fabric hindered her
effectiveness.  Then Beau was moving his massive rod into
position, and when he made contact she opened as wide as she
could to receive him.  It wasn't nearly enough.  Her twat was
almost raw from the handling she'd given herself, and his thrusts
were initially thwarted despite her wetness.  His determination,
though, won out, and when the head of his cock forced its way
inside he followed up with harder thrusts that inched him in
little by little.
    It was fortuitous that at that moment Gabrielle moved off of
her face to strip out of the body suit.  Randi reached down and
pulled her legs apart even further hoping to keep her body from
splitting right up the middle.  His grip on her waist was
unrelenting, and with gusto he jammed himself into her resistant
flesh further and further.  Randi started gasping out loud, then
groaning louder with each thrust until she was nearly screaming.
    Finally he was in as far as he would go, which still left a
little of his tool revealed.  But her well hadn't run dry and
with the juices she provided he began rocking into her, meeting
less and less resistance.
    Gabby moved back into place over her screams, and muffled
them with her muff.  She sat up straight, Beau leaned forward,
and as the two kissed, Randi licked her friend for all she was
worth.  Juices poured out of the musky region, and she lapped
between the lips as fast as she could, and swallowed frequently
so as not to drown in the fruit of her efforts.
    Beau's control was legendary, and after a few minutes of
thrusting into her, he moved back and out, remaining on his
knees.  He waited patiently for a minute, as Randi's tonguings
brought shudders to her friend, who held onto Randi's upthrust
breasts for support during her climax.
    "Now eat me," he finally directed to his cleaning lady, and
"Kristina" wiggled out from under her friend to stare at the
rod glistening in her own juices pointed directly at her.  It
seemed even more overwhelming up so close, but she took the bait.
    Cupping his balls in her one hand she pulled her blonde hair
over to one side and held onto the base of his shaft with her
other hand.  Then with her head turned sideways and her eyes
riveted up at his baby blues, she snaked out her tongue to circle
around the purple knob of his penis head.  It tasted of her own
tangy odor, not unlike what she had just been feasting on from
Gabrielle, and finally she squeezed him into her mouth.
    It was like fitting a huge mushroom between her teeth, but
she remembered to cover them with her wet lips.  She had plenty
of practice sucking cocks -- she had found that all her
boyfriends had relished her ability -- and she had even learned
to deep throat them, but wasn't sure if she could handle such a
log. Taking a deep breath, she plunged down onto him, feeling his
meat slide farther into her mouth, then into her throat, and
finally part way down it.  She breathed through her nose,
suppressed her urge to choke or gag, and began bobbing up and
down.
    Beau looked down with amazement on his face, seeing a female
do what had never been done before!  His prick went farther down
her throat than it had gone into her pussy, and never before had
he been able to push all the way into any porn star's mouth.
Most cunts weren't built to house him, and only a few had let him
penetrate their back doors with his manly sword.  He lost himself
in the sensation, twining her hair in his fingers and building up
in tempo. Soon he knew he couldn't hold back any longer and held
her head in place as he began to burst his jism half-way down her
throat.
    Somehow she broke his hold on her head, and pulled off,
retaining a hold on the base of his blood-reddened meat to jack
him off visibly before the cameras.  She didn't back away much,
but aimed his gushes at her mouth, where she pumped and swallowed
as fast as she could.  Huge gobs of milky white cum missed her
open mouth and splattered her cheeks and chin, dripping off
slowly to drop onto her heaving chest. He gushed what seemed like
quarts as she stroked him. When his well ran dry, she moved back
in to lick him up and down, rubbing his slowly receding hugeness
against her cheeks in tender affection.
    Moans from Gabby caught her attention, so she wiped her
finger in a blob on her chest and held it out for her friend.
Gabby slid in closer so that she could lick the white creamy
delicacy off of the tanned finger. She wrapped her shiny red lips
around the finger and sucked it all the way in, swirling it
around in her mouth with her tongue. Eventually she released it,
but moved her face to Randi's chest, licking off the globs with
obvious delight.
    Beau was spent and fell back onto the bed, so "Kristina" laid
down beneath Gabrielle and allowed herself the pleasure of a
tongue bath. Holding back her dark hair with one hand, Gabby
leaned down and gave her whole upper torso long wet licks.  She
did allow herself to give the taut nipples extra attention, but
she cleaned the cum off expertly and thoroughly.
    Randi had an idea, so she whispered for Gabby to move out of
the way for a second. Then, on her back, she lifted her legs up
and bent herself into a U-shape, so that her heels landed past
her ears.  This had the effect of putting her crotch in an
elevated position easy for Gabrielle to get to, and in such a way
that Randi could watch the action from just beneath.  She spread
her legs apart, opening her mons pubis for easy access, her anus
pointed straight up at the ceiling.
    Her petite and nubile friend wasted no time in doing what
she'd been longing for all day, and buried her face in the
awaiting crotch. Her tongue slid up and down the opening, the
wetness of her saliva mingling with the heady aroma of wet juices
flowing freely from "Kristina's" split flesh.  Randy found that
she liked watching herself getting eaten, and held onto her knees
to keep herself balanced in that position so that she could
continue to watch.
    Then the next set of orgasms began and she stopped looking as
her eyes rolled up in their sockets involuntarily.  She had been
lying on the bed with her head tilted up to watch the show, but
when the waves of pleasure forced her to lie her head back she
found that she was staring straight into Gabby's little black V
of a bush.  She let go of one leg to reach up and spread the
muscular thighs apart and slid a finger in probing for an
opening.  When she found the spot, she knew it because the
licking she was getting intensified rapidly.  She slipped her
middle finger into the sogginess and pushed it in as far as it
would go.  She stopped as another wave of pleasure hit, but when
it subsided after about 15 seconds, she began finger-fucking her
friend. She was easily moving about inside the slick vagina with
one digit, so she added her pointer finger for effect, and found
that again the sucking on her clit intensified.  'What would she
do for me if I fist-fucked her?' Randi wondered briefly before
the next orgasm rocked her to her core.
    She withdrew her fingers when Gabby slowly knelt lower, but
she kept her hand right in there holding the pussy open so that
her mouth could make better contact when it came within range.
She lightly flicked the hard button of flesh at the top of the
crack and felt her friend shudder.  She flicked the clit while
Gabby hungrily sucked hers, and soon both were taking turns
bringing their partner higher and higher on the richter scale of
orgasms. Gabby was more vocal about hers, grunting and moaning on
the way to the top and screaming something incoherent when she
crested.
    When Randi/Kristina felt like she just wanted one more good
one she dug in for all her tongue was worth just as Gabby was
bringing her to orgasm, and the both of them hit the roof at the
same time.  As the waves rolled up and over her she couldn't tell
if the scream she heard was Gabby's or her own.

          **********************************************

    Make-up and wardrobe moved in scant seconds after the two had
peaked, and began prepping them for the big final scene.  Randi
could hardly wait for the finale, her body was on fire from the
previous scene.  She had never known such ecstasy in her 17 years
of life.  Her nipples still tingled and ached to be caressed.
The memory of how hot and wet she had been with both Beau and
Gabby doing her -- and in front of a whole set of people!  She
nearly began creaming herself just thinking about it.  She
allowed the people around her to do what was necessary, but her
mind was already on the final outdoors scene her sister Karla and
Gabby had presented to the panel the night before.
    It was dusk outside, and the director wanted some of the
light available to add ambience to the finale.  Members from
upstairs and down had all changed into their costumes, Randi
noticed, as she stood next to the bed and began slipping into
some leather pieces given to her.  The panty was a thong that
felt like an extra layer of skin over her crotch, but that
slipped between her cheeks luxuriously.  She was given a diamond
necklace and the top was a studded halter that was also of
wonder-bra design, pushing her firm breasts together and up,
giving her a very appealing amount of cleavage. Her lips were
given a deep red shiny lip gloss, her eyes a black party mask
fringed in feathers, and a leather choker completed the skimpy
ensemble.
    Gabby, she saw, was now in her own black outfit, but hers was
much more covering. It was a one-piece unitard that was a sewn-
together piece made of strips of black nylon.  Enough of her was
covered for their purposes, but it revealed her lithe form almost
in the same way wearing nothing would have, except the pieces of
fabric were placed precisely just so, and the few bits of skin
not revealed only enhanced the allure further.  Randi remained in
her heated condition from before as she and Gabby got ready and
as the rest of the cast moved through the room to the patio area
outside.
    The men, including Beau all wore only front-hanging loin
cloths.  A few of them were having trouble keeping the scanty bit
of cloth down over their rising aspirations.  When the two women
were ready, they moved toward the back. Randi was stopped before
going outside, and a leash was attached to her choker.  Beau took
it and they stepped into the coolness of the evening outside.
    The patio was decorated for a birthday party, and as 'action'
was called for, Beau led her outside amongst the partiers.  Many
admired her, and she returned their stares with a knowing smile
from beneath the mask she wore.  Despite her body being mostly
uncovered, the anonymity she felt behind the mask only increased
her sense of daring and exhibitionism. The hunks of the
fraternity were oiled and nearly naked, looking like bronzed gods
in the evening light, and Randi began to tug at her leash a
little to get closer to them.  Beau, of course, pulled her back
and she gave him a pout.
    When one young woman sidled up to him and offered him a blow
job for his birthday, 'Kristina' bared her teeth and growled at
the interloper so that she had to scamper away.  Randi then moved
in and rubbed her body up against his.  When her hands began
roaming up and down his hard body, he remarked, "It looks like my
present wants to do it doggy-style.  Anyone interested?"
    At that Randi dropped down to all-fours on the grass and
began sniffing at the large circle of prospective studs that
formed around them. Her nose poked and prodded at the loin
cloths, at least at those still hiding what lay beneath. Some of
the erections were larger than others, and these she licked at a
little, seeing if she could make them any bigger. "I can't pay
much for a stud fee," Beau explained, "but I think it will be
worth it anyway."
    A brawny male stepped into the circle.  He was shining with
oil in the dimming light, his long thick brown hair laying just
on his shoulders.  He stepped up beside her and began petting her
head.  His hand stroked down her golden tresses onto her back,
tracing the indentation of her spine all the way down her back,
past the two dimples just above her rump, to where it disappeared
between her butt cheeks.  He moved behind her and dropped to his
knees.  He slid the loin cloth to the side, reached up and moved
the g-string enough to the side, and began rubbing his middle
finger up and down her pink slit.  Low growls emanated from her
throat until he stopped with his finger and pointed into her with
his erect full cock.  He wasn't Beau's equal, but he was no
slouch either, and his engorged flesh slithered into her with
short little thrusts.
    Randi began rocking on all fours, allowing him to remain in
place as she slid forward and back on his glistening prick.  He
held her loosely by her tiny waist as the full circle looked on.
Her rocking remained fairly regular, but soon he added his own
thrusts, and his grip tightened on her as he pulled her back to
slam himself fully into her.  Her buttocks slapped his thighs
until he arched his back and visibly spasmed.  He pumped into her
a number of times, then withdrew to finish milking himself all
over her backside.  The white thick fluid lay in globs across her
lower back and derrier, and he used his palm to smear it over her
in a thin layer.  When he was done he stepped back, taking his
place again in the circle.
    A second stud stepped forward and offered his "services."  He
was a tall blonde with a crewcut, and his physique was on the
lean side.  His cock was long and thin, and had a very apparent
curve to it.  He moistened his palm and lubricated his shaft,
moved in behind her on his knees, and pointed at her anus.  Randi
looked over her shoulder and reached back with one hand to pull
her cheek away from the other to give him easier entrance, and
didn't notice when a hairy-chested Hispanic stepped from the
circle to kneel in front of her.  Once the tall blonde with the
curved dick had gained a toe-hold entrance into her ass, she
looked forward to find a thick dark mass of meat pointing her in
the face.  She closed her eyes, opened her red lips, and began
moving forward orally onto the one in front and then rocked back
onto the one literally behind her.  Both frat guys moved forward
on their knees giving her less room to rock forward and back, but
that didn't seem to bother them.  Back and forth she went,
feeling both cocks fucking her in such different ways, but both
with such pleasurable effects, until the one behind her began
spouting its warm liquid load up into her. He rammed her back
door, and she squeezed her sphincter muscles in time to his
spasms, but when the cock in her mouth started to throb and gush
she just held still and let the two of them do her.  She orgasmed
again for the umteenth time as the two dicks began to ease up.
She licked the last drops off of the one in front and felt her
backside empty out the receding cock.  Her body was still tingly
and electrified from the experience and she was sure that nothing
would top that.  But she was wrong.
    Just then Gabby sauntered up to the circle, leading a large
dog up on a leash, and she noticed that it was Cassius the
hunting dog she had made friends with earlier in the day.  She
moved over to where it sat obediently next to Gabrielle, and she
sniffed it up and down its body.  She reached out and petted it,
feeling its sleek hairless skin, and thought to herself that it
really did feel a lot like a person's skin.  In front of
everyone, but feeling completely uninhibited behind her mask, she
reached down and began stroking its prick.  'Ah,' she thought,
'that's why they call them Pointers.' Very quickly she had him
hard, noticing the sharp point he came to and the large knob
he'd grown about half-way down his shaft.  She then stopped the
hand-job she'd been giving Cassius and turned her back, still on
all-fours.  She felt it sniff her in return.  It smelled the
musky sex she'd just had and homed in on where it had come from.
    The touch of its cold wet nose to her spread pussy gave her a
shiver, but the thrill held her in place.  "That's a good girl,"
Beau crooned to her.  "Be a good bitch... and I mean that in the
best sense of the word.  Give Cassius a good ride, and I just
might let you sleep on the bed tonight."  She spread her legs
wider, and arched her back as the long wet tongue began to
tentatively lap at her cunt's renewed flow.  The Vischla grew
bolder and moved in closer to rhythmically and repeatedly stroke
her vagina with his more and more insistent tongue.
    Gabby moved up along-side of her and released the catch on
the back of her bra.  She then moved up to Randi's head and
pulled the piece of leather down and off of her friend's arms,
allowing the breasts to sway unfettered.  The crowd "oohed" at
her nakedness, and she glanced up to see that couples were
forming around her, still in a circle.  One of the studs was
already slipping his meat into the pussy of the woman standing in
front of him that he held on to.  Soon bathing suits were
dropping from the co-eds, and some heads began to bob on the
upright shafts pointing into the middle of the circle.  One of
the studs was fingering the co-ed who stood next to him as he
pumped his beefy red cock pointing in Randi's direction.
    Gabby still had a hold of the leash, and began tugging it.
This pulled Cassius's head up and out from its licking-fest, and
earned her a deep look of disappointment from Randi, but Gabby
continued tugging.  The excited dog took the hint and began to
mount.  From behind her black mask, the only piece of material
left on her glistening body, Randi looked up at Beau who eagerly
awaited what was to come next.  She stared up into his eager eyes
as the pointer crawled onto her back.
    She then realized how accurate her thought about his
"pointer" was as a sharp pointy poke began to ram into her
thighs.  It couldn't aim any better, but she was as open as she
could possibly be, and eventually one of its attempts hit pay
dirt.  She felt the large knob force its way into her, and she
wasn't sure, but if she hadn't been lubricated just previously by
the circle stud's semen, she wasn't too certain the massive
amount of flesh would have made an entrance.
    But it was in, and the dog's humping action was fast and
furious.  Much faster than a human's could have possibly been.
The dog was young and vigorous, and her excited pussy welcomed
his thrusts as it had never welcomed any cock before.  Dogs
typically hump for twenty to thirty minutes, and Cassius was in
his prime as he jerked his massive red sword into her soggy
scabbard over and over, unrelentingly.  Randi thought she would
die of a heart attack as orgasms piled up on each other so fast
she could barely catch her breath.  She had never felt such
sexual excitement in her short life, as she crouched naked before
the crowd and entertained them with her bestial coupling.  She
closed her eyes and let the fuck go on and on until she felt
herself swooning.
                       ********************
    She glanced up to see how many were watching her spectacular
performance, and couldn't help the cry of anguish that escaped
her throat.  She looked up, not from the grass near the mansion's
pool, but from her bed.  The crowd was gone, the house was gone,
and her canine lover was gone, to be replaced by her bedroom, in
her own house, and a large vibrator going strong between her
legs.  She was up on two knees and a hand, her other jamming the
electric tool in and out of her gushing pussy.
    She allowed the moment to peak and recede, and fell into her
covers exhausted.  She remembered that she had begun fantasizing
about her sister's school, and she supposed that the invitation
she had for this weekend's visit had triggered it.  She had never
fantasized about Karla's roommate Gabrielle before, and wondered
at the depth of her feelings and desires as revealed in what her
imagination had conjured up.  Randi speculated that perhaps she
had better re-evaluate her strict heterosexuality, admitting that
making love to a woman was something she ought to explore in the
future.
    For that matter she wondered about the bestial culmination to
the fantasy.  Screwing with a dog had the effect of both
sickening her and exciting her.  She doubted that she would ever
try that one out, at least not while she was sober.  But the dog
she had conjured up belonged to a neighbor who frequently went
out of town that she dog-sat often.  Hmmm, maybe next time she
took care of him....
    She turned off her battery-powered friend, and hid it back in
her bottom dresser drawer.  She got up to get ready to go on her
trip to her sister's school, and before she was aware of it she
found she had dressed in the exact outfit she had fantasized
about changing into in the bathroom of the reststop.  She had on
the tight mini-skirt and nearly see-through silk top, but had put
on underwear and a bra.  With a sly smile in the mirror she
reached down and under her skirt, and slipped the scanty panties
off.  Maybe she couldn't make her entire fantasy come true, but
soon she really *was* going to go to her sister's school and a
sorority party, and if she had any say about it, she was going to
see what else she could make a reality.
    Going panty-less was a start.  Then she'd see what putting a
move on Gabrielle achieved.  After that, she surmised, 'what
would cum, would cum.'  She gave herself a mischievous smile in
the mirror, found in her closet the tight orange dress she'd
pictured her sister wearing, threw it into her bag, and headed
for adventures that would be real, not just imagined.  At the
last second, though, she went back to the bottom drawer and
withdrew the vibrator that had pleasured her so well in her
fantasy.  'For the ride there,' she thought, and headed out to
her convertible, the breeze blowing up her skirt and giving her
a thrill as her bare pussy caught the breeze.

                             THE END

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