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. 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