Jane Fox - Sucking coeds

Ching glanced at his watch and reached up to turn on the TV monitor in the corner. "It's time for our surprise," he called out. "You can relax, Professor Harris. After you see the little program Trish and I have planned, you won't be nervous any more."

The television screen showed a test pattern, quickly replaced by the words "Today's College and Community Relations," as they flashed across the screen.

"What the hell?" Professor Harris questioned, reading the title aloud, his voice puzzled. "What are we doing watching an educational film?"

"Shhhh," Trish hissed. "Just wait and see."

"Today's colleges are playing an ever increasing part in community awareness," a dry voice intoned while a picture of a modern college building appeared. "In order to keep abreast with the times, colleges today must reflect the attitudes and principles of the community surrounding them. This program will show you some innovative steps today's colleges are taking in setting the stage for greater community involvement. Let's take a look at the typical college in today's America."

The screen blackened out for an instant, and Ching squeezed Trish's hand. Suddenly Trish was staring at a shot of herself, standing in the direct center of the monitor.

"Wow!" she exclaimed excitedly, gazing critically at the shot and grinning proudly. "I don't look half-bad, do I?"

Miriam, Ginny and Professor Harris sat in stunned silence as they watched Trish lick her lips hungrily. Slowly she turned to the camera, full-faced, and began wiggling out of her dress.

"Shit!" Professor Harris exclaimed in hushed tones.

"Mmmmm!" they could hear her groan, watching her pull the dress over her head, exposing her lush charms to the camera.

Miriam gasped as Trish slipped her hand immediately to her burning cunt.

"Mmmmmm… Hurry, Ching. Hurry!" they heard her say as she held out her arms and licked her already glistening lips.

"Jesus Christ!" Ginny laughed, watching her friend on the monitor. "Who else is seeing this?"

"Tell you later," Ching answered quickly, a rapt expression on his face as he watched Trish on the monitor.

The film ran for ten full minutes and by the time the screen went black again, Ching and Professor Harris' cocks were bulging and bucking fiercely in their crotches. Miriam squirmed uncomfortably in her chair and Trish and Ginny had trouble keeping their hands away from their throbbing pussies.

"What a show," Miriam breathed, shuddering slightly. "I'm so horny right now, I could take on an elephant!"

"We wouldn't want you to do that," Ching joked, his voice still shaking slightly. "The only person you have to take on is Dean Jones! Ready?"

"I could seduce the Pope right now," Miriam commented picking up the phone. "Jonesy baby, I'm ready for you. After that, I'll even fuck a two-faced bastard like you!"

"Dean Jones, please," Miriam spoke into the receiver. "Yes. This is Miriam Simms calling from the library. Tell him it's urgent!" She grinned and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," she said to the others, covering the receiver with her hand.

"Dean Jones?" she asked. "This is Miriam at the library. I have to talk to you. Are you alone?" She waited for a moment. "Good! I don't want anyone to overhear our conversation." She paused again.

"I'm afraid we have a little problem here. Just a few moments ago a group of students ran in and herded everyone else out of the large study room. One of the assistants came to get me and I went in to see what the trouble was. They said something about creating incidents on the campus and they told me to call you and tell you that they want to talk to you. They're in there right now and they've got the door locked from the inside. They say they'll stay right there until you come to talk to them in person and alone."

There was a long silence while Miriam listened to the dean's voice. She held the phone a little bit away from her ear and everyone could hear the dean's excited voice.

"What do they want, Miriam? Did they say anything else? I'd better alert the campus police and come right over!"

"Oh, I wouldn't do that yet, Dean!" Miriam answered quickly. "I think that the less people involved, the better. After all we certainly don't want this to get to the newspapers! I gathered that this was some sort of protest, but I couldn't find out any more. I'm really worried, Dean. I think you'd better hurry fight over to my office and perhaps we can calm them down together."

She held out the phone again and the dean's nervous voice was heard. "Go back and tell them that I'll be right there, Miriam!" he said. "And try to get any more information you can from them. I'll come directly to your office!"

"Alright, Dean Jones," Miriam said, breaking into a smile. "I'll do everything I can until you get here!" She lowered the phone back into place with a firm click.

"He fell for it!" she laughed excitedly. "Now comes the fun part. You'd better clear out of here and I'll wait for him. Don't worry, gang. It's going to work. If I have to rape him on the spot, it's going to work!"

Ten minutes later Miriam heard an authoritative knock on her door. "Just a moment!" she called out and ruffled up her hair, assuming a worried expression as she crossed to the door. "Who is it?" she called out in a nervous voice.

"Dean Jones," came the answer, and Miriam opened the door to Dean Jones, who was wearing a worried expression to match her own.

"Come in," she said quickly, closing the door firmly behind him and slipping the lock on. Then she burst into tears and threw her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you're here!" she wailed, looking up at him gratefully. "I've been so worried! I finally managed to get them to go home. They're going to come back here at six o'clock and I promised we'd meet with them. I thought maybe they'd calm down by then and we could reason with them. I hope I did the right thing!"

Dean Jones smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Miriam," he said, looking a little uncomfortable with her arms still around his neck. "It's always a good idea to have a cooling-off period before trying to talk. Did you find out what all this is about?"

Miriam kept her arms firmly around the dean's neck. "They wouldn't tell me!" she wailed. "I tried to find out but they just kept saying that you'd know. I just don't understand it, Dean. This is a terrible thing to have happen in my library. I hope you don't think any of it's my fault. I handled it the best that I could. I hope you're not disappointed in me!"

"Of course not, Miriam," Dean Jones answered, patting her shoulder awkwardly. "You did exactly the right thing."

"Thank God!" Miriam exclaimed. "I just couldn't bear it if you were disappointed in me. I'd just die!"

Dean Jones' arms tightened around her body. He could feel the heat rising from her breasts in waves and her quivering titties were pressed right up against his chest. "Why, Miriam!" he exclaimed, looking surprised. "I didn't think my opinion was so important to you." He hugged her tightly, pressing her even closer to him. "After last spring, I thought that you didn't really care about how I felt toward you at all."

Miriam promptly burst into fresh tears. "Oh, no!" she wailed. "I was afraid that's what you'd think. And I was too embarrassed to even talk to you about it. You don't know how many times I've thought about it and how many regrets I've had. You just took me by surprise, that's all. And then when I got over being shocked at your proposition, I was afraid to tell you that I felt the same way about you. I thought you'd be angry with me, forever."

Dean Jones tipped Miriam's face up towards him. "There there, Miriam," he said soothingly. "I haven't changed my mind, you know. I still want you, just the same as I did then."