Jane Fox - Sucking coeds

"You're my main man, Roy," Ching promised. "I can hardly wait to see how that one turns out." He clapped his hands. "Now, let's get to work!"

Trish walked to the small stage and sat down. "What do I have to do?" she asked, licking her lips nervously.

"Just forget about the cameras," Bob replied. "Just act natural and we'll pick up everything."

"Take off your clothes, Trish," Ching called out. "Just do it as sexy as possible and we'll film while you're undressing. Okay! Go ahead!"

Trish began to sweat under the focused glare of the big lights. She licked her lips and began to unbutton her dress slowly. Then suddenly she forgot about the cameras and lights. All she could think about was Ching's big cock and how good it would feel in her hot, tight pussy.

"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned as she pulled her dress over her head, slipping her hand immediately to her burning cunt. "Mmmmmmm… Hurry, Ching. Hurry!"

She held out her arms and licked her lips again. She was so hot she couldn't possibly wait another second. "Hurry, darling," she called. "I'm so hot I'm burning up. My pussy needs you, Ching! Give me some hard, big cock!"

Her slim hand dropped to her pussy, parting the petal-soft cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand. "Look!" she urged, completely oblivious to the cameras and their whirring. "See how wet and creamy my pussy is when I want you. Sink that lovely hard cock of yours in my burning cunt. Please?"

Her other hand dropped to her dripping pussy and she slid one finger in and out of her hot, steamy cunt-hole. "Hurry, damn you!" she cried. Her fingers rubbed over her big, extending pink clitty and the cameras zeroed in on her steaming cunt, throbbing and pulsing for cock.

Quickly, Ching entered the stage, his hard, long cock in his hand. "Tell me what you want," he growled as Trish's arms reached out to him.

"I want your hard cock in my hot cunt!" Trish cried and dropped to her knees before his long, hard cock. She reached out with her hands and pulled on his ass-cheeks, bringing his prick closer, an expression of delight on her beautiful face.

"Can I suck and lick it a little bit?" she asked pleadingly.

"Knock yourself out, baby!" Ching growled and shoved his pulsing cock forward, directly into her open lips. As her hot red lips closed around the throbbing prick, Ching threw his head back in delight.

"Suck it good, baby!" he shouted. "Lick my balls! Suck my ass! Get my cock big and hard for your hot, little pussy."

Trish's lips slid up and down on his hot cock, while her tongue played with the tip, flicking and scraping across the sensitive swollen purple head. Suddenly he thrust her head away from his cock and held her an arm's length away, like a rag doll.

"Do you want my hard, long cock in your cunt now?" he asked, sinking his teeth into her shoulders and biting his way down to her quivering hard nipple.

"Fuck me now!" Trish screamed, flinging herself down to the floor and opening her legs wide to him. "Ram your hot cock in my cunt! Fuck meeee!!" Ching lunged for her open cunt and buried his hard cock in her steamy pussy. She threw her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her throbbing hot cunt, moaning and screaming with delight.

"Fuck me hard!!" she screamed. "Come with me!! Give me every bit of your hard cock!!" She reached under his legs and scratched her fingernails against his rock-hard balls.

"Aaaagh!!" Ching shouted, plunging ever deeper into her burning cunt. "Let it go, baby!! Get it off!! Take it all, baby!!"

And with a scream of absolute ecstasy he felt his rock-hard cock explode with bursts of scalding cum, filling her hot pussy with his gushing cock-fluid.

"Aaaaagii! Aaaaagh! Agh! Agh! Agh!! Aaaaagggghhhh!" Trish cried as tremors shook her little body like earthquakes. She could feel her pussy gripping his cock tightly, draining his balls dry and then exploding in shooting stars and flaming rockets as she reached her own screaming climax.

"Cut!" Roy called, holding the front of his pants with one hand. "Jesus Christ! How am I supposed to film something like that? I just creamed all over my jeans just watching you! God damn!"

Bob and Calvin came out from behind the cameras, grinning sheepishly. "Don't feel like the lone ranger!" Bob said, winking at Calvin, "We all have the same problem. You didn't tell us to bring an extra pair of jeans, Ching. Now, sweetheart, you qualify for my porno queen right now! I haven't shot off in my jeans like that since I was in junior high. You're dynamite!"

"Sorry about that, boys," Trish grinned impishly. "If we had time, I'd take care of all three of you, but we have to get over to the library to meet Miriam. Want a rain check?"

"Yeah!" all three guys yelled.

"We can always pray for a storm!" Roy added as they trooped away to prepare for the afternoon's production.

Miriam Simms was waiting when Trish and Ching walked into the library. "Come on back to my office," she said, quickly leading the way past the assistant librarians and the quietly studying students. "You should see what they did in there this morning. They hid cameras all over the place. I can't even get any work done in there. I feel like the whole room is bugged!"

She opened the door to her office and Trish and Ching looked around eagerly. "They did one hell of a good job!" Ching exclaimed after carefully examining the walls and ceiling. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear that there was nothing out of the ordinary in here."

He walked over to the TV monitor and switched it on. "Trish and I have a little program we want you to watch at two o'clock," he said, grinning at Miriam and winking at Trish.

"I thought you two were supposed to be out protesting at two," Miriam said, an expression of surprise crossing her face.

"Oh, we already took care of that," Trish replied, laughing. "Just wait until two and you'll see how!"

Miriam seated herself in the chair behind the desk. "Alright. I won't ask any questions," she said, grinning at them. "Knowing you two, you won't tell me anyway."

Miriam fiddled nervously with the rings on her fingers, looking a little anxious. "I certainly hope this works!" she exclaimed vehemently. "It seemed like such a good idea last night. I just hope that I can carry out my end of it."

"You'll do fine," Ching replied convincingly. He eyed her tight cotton dress appreciatively, his gaze lingering on the deep neckline, exposing the swell of her creamy white boobs. "I don't see how Dean Jones can resist after he sees you in that dress. I'm getting a hard-on just looking at you." He patted the front of his jeans and grinned reassuringly. "He'd have to be half-dead not to notice your titties jutting out like that. No man in his right mind would turn you down, Miriam."

Miriam gave a low, husky laugh. "Thanks, Ching," she answered. "Guess I needed that. I feel more confident already."

There was a low knock on the door, and Trish jumped up to answer it. "Hi, you guys!" she exclaimed, letting Ginny and Professor Harris into the room.

Both Ginny and Professor Harris looked nervous. They sank down into chairs gratefully, and Ginny gave a low little laugh. "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, pushing back her hair with her hand. "I sure hope this whole scene works. I'm a nervous wreck and so is Harold."

Professor Harris nodded, perspiring heavily. "I've written out my resignation, just in case," he said, patting the white envelope sticking out of his shirt pocket. "At least Ginny won't be suspended that way."

"What do you mean, 'just in case'?" Miriam said, her eyes flashing at the dejected professor. "There's no 'just in case' involved here. It's going to work. There's no doubt in my mind."

Ching and Trish grinned widely at each other, remembering Miriam's earlier doubts. She certainly sounded a lot more confident now, and she'd certainly be even more enthused after she saw their little TV presentation!