Handsome Goes to College Ch. 02

Signaling Cheyenne to be quiet, I nudged the bedroom door, opening it several inches, and then peeked inside. One girl was already lying on her back across the bed, her dress up around her waist. Dandy was going down on her. The other girl was kneeling on the floor, cupping his balls with one hand while the other supported his thick cock as she kissed its tip.

I closed the door after assuring myself that Cheyenne had had an opportunity to see what was happing in the bedroom. As we entered the bathroom Cheyenne whispered in my ear, "Jesus, I never saw a guy take on two girls before."

Easing the straps of her overalls from her shoulders, I inquired, "So tell me what you have seen." She never hesitated. "Erma Radwanski, back in my sophomore year in high school did the basketball team. I mean she did all of them, even the Junior Varsity players."

"Did she fuck every one of them?"

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?"

"I only saw her with the big black guy, Adonis Long. He sure fucked her."

My hand snaked its way under her Mick Jagger t-shirt and grazed the right nipple of a pear shaped breast. It was rock hard. "How do you know she did the whole team?"

"Cause they were ... like all lined up, waiting their turn. Oh, you're sneaky naughty!"

"What?"

"You know ... what your hand is doing under my shirt."

Ignoring her, I moved to the other breast and tweaked that nipple. "So you didn't see her do the team?"

"What?" she appeared distracted.

"Did you see her do the other players?"

"Well, I didn't want to hang around ..."

"Afraid the team would want you to take part?"

"Um, I guess," Cheyenne said with a pout. "But it was all over school the next day."

"Do you want to see it?"

"Huh ... see what?"

"My dick."

"Oh, you are the naughtiest..." I was already releasing my tool. Cheyenne's jaw dropped as I let it all hang out. "My goodness! How big is it?"

"Touch it," I said, ignoring the question. She reached out and daintily took hold of it. "Like this?"

"It won't break, Cheyenne, give it a squeeze." She gave it a half-hearted squeeze and I knew she lacked experience. "Are you a virgin, Cheyenne?"

"No!" she bleated and I put a finger to her lips to quiet her. "I was only asking."

"Well, I did it with Jerry Fenton, senior year!"

"And how did that work out?"

"He was a gentleman," she said, trying to salvage her chagrin at being put on the spot.

"I suppose you've had dozens of girls," she countered.

"As a matter of fact, I have."

"You have?"

"And I'm going to have you in about a minute."

Her voice and her legs went weak. "You are?"

I was already working her overalls down. When they reached her knees, Cheyenne realized what was happening, and whispered, "No!"

"You're holding my dick; doesn't that mean you want me to do something with it other than put it back in my pants?"

"I... I don't..."

I slipped my hand down the front of her panties. She was about as wet as a girl can get.

"OH!"

My finger slipped inside her.

"OH!"

"Hop up on the sink." Cheyenne gave a little jump and found herself perched on the sink.

The fingers of both hands took hold of the waistband of her panties; they were Carolina blue, by the way.

"Lift up!" She did, and I had her panties down to her knees before she sat back down with her legs spread-eagled in expectation of my throbbing dick entering her little oyster.

"I'm going to make you cum, Cheyenne. Try not to scream, you might startle the folks in the bedroom across from us."

To my surprise my comment made her laugh. It had a pleasing tinkle to it. I placed a hand on each of her thighs then leaned in and licked her from bottom to top, flicking my tongue over her emerging clit three times before returning to the starting point.

"Oh, my God!"

"It gets better," I called out, sotto-voice.

"Does it?" she responded weakly.

"Relax, let me do the work," I said, and she didn't utter another word until I pulled my tool from her steaming pussy after dumping about a quart of cum in her squiggly sheath.

"How do you feel now?"

"Wonderful. I don't think my legs are working though."

"Is that so?" I said and lifted her up so that she sat on the edge of the sink again.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't let you leave here with all that stuff inside you." Before she could rely, I was between her legs again lapping up my sperm and her juices, sending Cheyenne off to Disney World with about three or four more orgasms.

When my face left her snatch, I looked in the mirror and saw my face covered with our commingled fluids. Just then the bathroom door opened and Dandy stood there, dick in hand, obviously needing to take a leak. Just behind him, peeking over his shoulder was the girl I had seen quaffing his dick.

"Sorry about that," Dandy said, but obviously didn't mean a word of it, as he strode past us, straddled the toilet letting loose a long stream of urine that had both girls watching with a mix of horror and excitement.

Shaking the last few drops from his appendage, Dandy turned to the girl he'd brought with him and told her to relieve herself, and with almost no hesitation, she sat down and emptied her very full bladder, wiped her cunt off and flushed the toilet.

Cheyenne had both hands over her eyes as if trying to deny what was going on in front of her. Sticking his hand out to me, he introduced himself to me. "Dandy," he said. "This pretty young thing is Olga."

I reciprocated, accepting his hand and saying, "Aubrey, and Cheyenne."

"You the Morgenthall was in the papers about two years ago?"

"I might be. What did you read?"

"Oh, it was about a terrific quarterback got mixed up in a movie venture."

The girls were following this attentively, but at the mention of my "movie venture," a quizzical expression found its way to both their faces.

They didn't understand what Dandy's point was. He glanced at them and said, "Oh Aubrey here was in a movie with Sharon Stone a couple years ago. He played a high school football player in love with his teacher. Did you girls see it?"

Cheyenne shrugged her shoulders, signing that she had not. Olga nodded vigorously, "Oh, yeah, I remember now. You got to kiss her at the end."

Not wanting her to trip her up in a lie, I smiled and said, "No, I didn't kiss her. I played a crazy drug addict. She killed me. Shot me three times in the next to last scene. But I have to tell you, the film bombed. It wasn't even released in the states. It got good reviews in Taiwan though."

That had Dandy chuckling. "Let's blow this place," he said. I realized that Olga was a foreign exchange student when she questioned him, asking, "So many men, you want us to do all of them?"

"No, I don't want you doing all the men. I meant that we should leave. It's just an expression."

"Oh? And what about Sandra?"

"She can come with us. We'll party at my place. How does that sound? Cheyenne? Are you up for it?"

Olga giggled, pointed at my erection, which had reared up. "He seems up for 'it'."

"I wouldn't miss it," Cheyenne chirped, looking at Dandy with a renewed lust in her eyes.

We left Sandra sleeping on cum stained sheets and drove over to Dandy's apartment. In the course of the evening, Cheyenne proved more than capable of handling both Dandy and me; and by dawn's early light she had even experimented in some torrid bi-sexual activities with Olga, the carnivorous frau from Hamburg.

****

The following afternoon I got a call from Dandy. He wanted to meet and discuss a few things with me. We met at a watering hole close to campus.

"You seem to know a lot about me," I said, after getting the preliminary, 'Weren't the girls great? Discussion out of the way.

"You made the kind of headlines people remember, Bree."

"I was never charged with anything," I said, hoping to head off any type of extortion.

"Aw shit, you misunderstand me," he replied. "I've had it in mind to make a few films right here at the U of C. It's only that I don't have the right contacts, and that's holding me back."

"You think that I have contacts?"

"Of course you do! I've seen you on video. You can fuck with the best of them, by the way."

"Thanks, I think."

"No, no. I'm serious. We can make some serious money right here on campus. I've got seven women who are more than willing to fuck and suck on camera."

"You've already filmed them, haven't you?"

Dandy smiled and nodded. "You bet. But marketing the videos is beyond me. I can get most any girl to drop their pants, but no one takes my calls."

"Who the hell are you calling?" He named several familiar film companies out on the west coast. It was my turn to nod. He was barking up the wrong tree.

"Let's go watch some of your art work, Dandy," I said as I stood up.

Back at his apartment, I sat and watched as no less than twenty-two girls performed fellatio, anal, and a wide variety of positional sex with Dandy and several male partners. I was impressed; both with the female talent, Dandy's staying prowess and the over all film composition. Dandy had used more than two cameras with each scene.

"Who's the cameraman?"

"A nerd named Wilbur. He's kind of a genius with video."

"I see more than one camera is in use. Who mans the others?"

"Oh, that's Wilbur. He positions the other cameras on tripods and moves from one to the other as we fuck. He has this ability to figure out in advance which shots will be important and when. I help him with the editing."

"Where does Wilbur fit in money wise?"

"I figure he should get a cut, but something like 15%. He's happy, shit; he's delighted to get an occasional blowjob from one of the girls. He hasn't even fucked one of them yet."

"Have you looked into finding someone to process your stuff here in town, or elsewhere?"

"I was thinking Wilbur for that."

"No, you need someone else. You don't put all your eggs in one basket, you know?"

"I hear you, but who? I mean, ask the wrong guy and the cops are all over you."

"Maybe I can help with that."

"I knew it!" Dandy jumped up and waved his arm in triumph. "I fucking knew it!"

"Give me a day or two, see what I can workout."

"Yeah, man, take a day or two1"

"By the way, my share of the venture is a flat 33% of gross. I figure 15% for the actors, and that's not counting you or me, just the ladies, unless we find another stud. Wilbur gets a decent share, and the production guy ... we'll pay whatever the market says we should. Remember, Dandy, we don't get a cent until the guy marketing the video actually puts it out. Maybe we'll manage to talk him into giving us something on account, but don't count on it. How does that sit with you?"

"Great, I mean, without you I'm nowhere."

The fact that he hadn't objected to the meager percentage going to him told me a couple things. He'd been sitting on the film for a while; he hadn't been able to find anyone to push his stuff to the big guys that controlled the industry. And he was desperate to get rolling. I had no doubt that after setting him up with a marketing maven he'd try to screw me over.

"I'll tell you what. Why don't we have us a little party here after Saturday's game? I'll invite Cheyenne, you bring whoever. We can discuss the deal in front of them without their being any the wiser."

"Sounds like a plan. Do you really think you can get the shit marketed?"

"Put another one on, I want to see if there's a consistency to your films.

He almost fell over moving to the VCR and slamming in another tape. Wilbur sure knew what he was doing. That film and the one following it were first rate, even to the point of having a flimsy plot to help maintain interest.

It was possible that a major agent might be interested in Wilbur's productions and steal him away if we didn't tie him down with an iron-clad contract. Jesus, I thought, here I am just contemplating this deal and wanting to sign the cameraman to a contract. I guess I'm really back in the business. I had no doubt that it was Wilbur's work that held everything together.

Sigourney

It was Marco Abernathy, the huge, by that I mean, tall, and I mean he was a 6' 10" basketball player who had made All America Honorable Mention last year that persuaded me to go to the fraternity party.

I like to party, don't get me wrong. But this type party usually sucks. It turned out I was right about that, but I'll always be grateful to Marco for cajoling me into going. Did I mention that Marco was Black? Oh, yeah, as the Ace of Spades. But maybe you'd guessed that already.

Anyway, we got there around ten, and everyone in sight was already drunk. The music was blaring and I was surprised the cops weren't already there.

Most of those attending were guys, and most of them looked like typical college dorks. Obviously the majority were there with fantasies of finding a drunken girl who would make their every dream come true. It was just as obvious that they would be going home alone as usual with a hangover - after all, what was more appealing to a girl, albeit a drunken girl, than a drunken guy with acne slobbering over them with either vomit or beer breath, or both?

Marco slapped me on the shoulder and laughed. "Gonna find me some of that white pussy. See ya'll later, Bree." And all 6' 10" of him vanished into the crowd.

There were probably a dozen or so girls hanging around. Mostly little bitches there to try to prove to their friends they were partiers, but it was clear they were in way over their heads. At the other end of the spectrum were the college sluts, some of who were already topless, some already flashing their asses and pussies delighting the guys.

As I appraised the girls, I found that the majority ran true to form, which is to say they were decent to good looking, dressed a bit provocatively, with a few (other than the sluts) willing to keep an open mind should something positive come up. But most of them were there to test their skills in teasing the drunken guys.

For the first hour or so I just hung around and watched the 'activities,' as the guys chugged beer poured into their mouths with funnels while the girls danced with one another and the guys not involved in the drinking contests ogled them from afar. Although any girl who got remotely close to the 'lookers' risked having her ass grabbed while obscene suggestions were hurled at them by the other onlookers.

After four beers I had to take a leak, but when I opened the bathroom door I had to take a step back. The smell of vomit and shit was overpowering. Strewn on the floor were at least a dozen used condoms. That proved me wrong. Someone was getting laid.

The John was backed up, so I used the sink, wrote an 'Out of Order' note, dribbled the contents of a condom on the back of it then 'taped' it to the door, hoping there was another bathroom somewhere else in the house.

I made a wrong turn and wound up passing two bedrooms, both of which were occupied. In the second one I heard the distinctive voice of Marco urging someone named Helen to "Take it all!"

I smiled to myself and made my way back to the main living area and heart of the so-called party. There was a small group gathered in front of the couch and I wormed my way into it and saw two girls making out while the others urged them to s strip and really get it on.

The two ignored them, but continued making out at their own pace, and from the smiles they flashed when not kissing each other they knew exactly what they were doing. I wondered which group they belonged to: the teasers or the sluts.

Curious as to how far they would go, I remained in place. It didn't take long.

Later on I learned their names, but for simplicity's sake, I'll tell you now. Kathy had the bigger tits. Anna was a size or two smaller but also well endowed. They each had long brown hair which they wore straight down to the middle of their backs. Anna had a darker complexion, almost olive when compared to Kathy's paler skin tone, and that made the two of them look hot together. They were both tall, maybe 5'6" or 5' 7". They each had tight low cut jeans on with Anna wearing a tight strapless tube top and Kathy a thin cotton tank top.

Anna seemed to be taking the lead. She and Kathy were kissing like two lovers, there had to be something between them that went beyond a typical friendship. It was evident to me and the others that Kathy's nipples were poking through the thin material of her tank top. As soon as Anna became aware of it, she began to run her hands over Kathy's top, circling her fingers around the nipples then cupping the breasts in her hands.

Kathy responded by running hands over Anna's bare shoulders, and then around her face and through her hair. Eventually her hands moved down to Anna's breasts and both were fondling each other through their clothes.

A short brunette leaned against me, whether consciously or not I didn't know, and a moment or two later I felt her breast against my arm. I glanced down at her and she smiled up at me. "They're hot, ain't they?" she said.

"Get in front of me, you can see better that way," I told her, propelling her in front of my by putting my hand around her waist and giving her a little tug. Once in place, she moved her ass so that it fit up against my zipper. She actually purred when I cupped her breasts as we watched the girls play.

Anna's hands moved stealthily down Kathy's torso, teasing and tickling until finally she reached Kathy's crotch. She pressed a finger against where Kathy's pussy was hiding and began to rub her through her jeans.

Kathy stayed on Anna's boobs, massaging them, toying with her nipples for a short time, then pushed down the material until Anna's beautiful breasts were exposed. A few whistles came from the crowd. Everyone appreciated how full and firm they were, and without a trace of silicone.

Her nipples were large and very hard at the moment from all the attention they were getting. Kathy's hand could barely hold one as she cupped and toyed with it.

Anna was still working on Kathy's covered jewel box, but evidently decided what was good for her was also good for Kathy, and reached up to lift the cotton tank top up to her chin, providing the onlookers with a view of Kathy's best friends.

The whistle and shouts started as Kathy's boobs popped out, especially in that they were bigger than Anna's. Kathy lay back in the couch and let Anna kiss her neck and throat. I heard her moan despite the clamor going on around us.

Moments later, she was drawing on Kathy's left nipple like a baby on a bottle. Kathy arched her back upward as Anna switched to her other boob, and while Kathy was reveling in the wondrous sensations that caused, the resourceful Anna had moved to the others jeans, which she deftly unsnapped and then unzipped while sucking Kathy's boob.

Kathy evidently understood what was happening and assisted Anna in removing her pants, revealing a sexy red thong that barely covered anything. Anna rubbed her pussy folds through the thong while alternating her mouth between Kathy's breasts.

The short brunette had her hand on my hardon, squeezing it tightly while I played go-cart driver with each of her nipples.

When Anna pulled the thong to one side giving everyone a glimpse of Kathy's well shaven pussy, I released one of the brunette's nipples and slid my hand down the front of her jeans and sent a finger into her sopping wetness. She jerked forward, sending her ass crashing into my erection. Once I was assured she'd done no serious damage, I went back to exploring her dripping vagina.

Anna went to work on her girlfriend, working her middle finger into her slit while using her thumb to coax Kathy's clit out from its hiding place. I decided to mimic her moves on the brunette just to see how it affected her. Kathy's hips bucked against Anna's knowing finger. The brunette moaned and bucked too; but not as violently as Kathy had.