Two months into my freshman year on campus, I had yet to score with one of the tempting sirens who crossed my field of vision each day. Admittedly, I lacked the confidence to be a great lover. Confronted with a pretty girl, it was all I could do to get my tongue to function.
There was no real reason for this. The mirror told me that I was reasonably good looking: 5'11", medium build, dark wavy hair, strong jaw, deep hazel eyes -- okay, the eyes were very myopic and had a condition making them too dry for contacts, requiring thick lenses in dorkish plastic frames.
Despite some confidence problems, I was not a complete loss. My virginity had expired over a year ago when a waitress at the lake resort where my family went on vacation gave me an extra special dessert. That gave me the courage to connect with a girl in my class, and we had hooked up toward the end of my senior year in high school.
But so far, despite all the promising porn videos depicting libertine lifestyles on the college campus, I just wasn't connecting with the girls. And I was feeling the drought. I'd even thought about a visit to my former girlfriend at her college, but it was 500 miles away and her recent letter indicated she had already hooked up with another guy.
My roommate Daryl took pity on me.
"Bro, there's going to be a hot party tonight at one of the frats. I have a gig there. Why don't you come along? Never know, you might get lucky."
Now, in all objectivity, Daryl wasn't as good looking as me. He was tall and lanky with a hook nose and zits. Even so, Daryl didn't have a confidence problem, largely because he had a sure fire scheme for meeting babes, which also brought in some spare change. He had a deal recording parties at dorms, fraternities and sororities for one of the online porn producers.
Daryl showed me some of the raunchy stuff he videoed -- guaranteed to pitch your tent. He had no complaints about his earnings, and there were trickle-down effects: Frats and sororities got a cut for being "temporary studios," as did the amateur "stars" they provided. Co-eds attracted to the action chatted up Daryl, the cameraman and informal "director," and he often wound up scoring during subsequent "casting calls."
"Yeah, I'll go," I told him. "I'm not too proud to take one of your table scraps.
The party was not at our college but at the state university campus 30 miles away. Daryl had already told the frat leaders what he was looking for, and we got there early to confirm everything was ready.
"No problem," according to Tyler, a big, good-looking blond dude who said he had lined up a few willing and very hot babes, one of whom he had already personally "auditioned." She was to be the lead starlet, inspiring action by others
"She doesn't have much in the way of inhibitions, but as insurance I've already primed her for the shoot with Ecstasy," Tyler added in a low voice.
I had heard of Ecstasy, a "hug drug" stimulant that produces euphoria and extra energy for long periods of time. Some guys slip it into the drinks of dates, hoping to increase their chances of scoring. One guy told me he took it himself to enhance his performance, and was able to go for an hour or more.
Tyler took us to another room to meet and brief the new starlet. She was tall, with ample cleavage displaying well in her low-cut top, had a nice booty in tight shorts and long shapely legs. She had a pretty "girl next door" face highlighted by a good smile showing white teeth, and long honey-blonde hair held back with a pink ribbon. Her deep blue eyes looked a little glazed.
"I'm Daryl, the camera guy," my roomie said. "He's John, my assistant." She extended her hand, introducing herself as something sounding like "Smanta," her speech confirming that she was under the influence of something besides ginger ale.
"You're kinda cute," she said, smiling at me. "Ought'a lose those glasses though." Admittedly, my prominent plastic frames did look like something out of the last century, but it was nice to be called cute by a pretty girl, even a porn starlet.
Daryl reviewed the "screenplay." Tyler would be the "male lead" for "Smanta,"and others from the gathering of onlookers would play "supporting roles." She didn't have to fuck anyone but Tyler, but if she sucked off a couple other guys at the same time it was worth bonus bucks. Smanta listened calmly, nodding and smiling, her eyes growing wider and more focused, confirming she was ready to hold an Oscar. Two other aspiring starlets who had been listening pledged to do their parts as extras.
Daryl took a wad of cash from his pocket and gave it to Tyler to share with Smanta and other beneficiaries, including the fraternity treasurer. Daryl had told me beforehand that it was a strictly cash business, and he had already deducted his share.
Students were arriving for the party, and we went to a room where the frat bartender was dispensing plastic cups of keg beer. As in many college towns, liquor laws here were enforced loosely, even in bars and restaurants, and fraternities were the wild west.
The music system cranked up, people started bantering and dancing, and the party was on. I made a circuit of the room. As Daryl had promised, there were a number of hot babes, although most seemed to already have dates or were well-attended by other hopefuls.
"John." I heard my name called. My cameraman roomie gestured from across the room, giving me a heads up that the main entertainment was about to begin. I made my way to the "studio" room, where others in the know were congregating, and got a good seat facing the "stage." Daryl shouted "action" and started recording.
It was a simple set and plot: Tyler and Smanta were seated at a small table, with books spread in front of them as if they were studying. Other students who Tyler had picked as extras stopped by, with cups of beer, telling them to put aside their academic pursuits and join the party. Tyler began caressing Smanta's boobs as her hand drifted down to his crotch, and they fell into a passionate embrace, lips locked together.
Smanta raised her hands as Tyler helped her out of the tight top, so her well-formed boobs could bounce freely, to the cheers of surrounding partiers, who served as volunteer extras.. She undid Tyler's belt and pulled his pants down around his ankles, his boxers showing a pointed projection. The boxers followed his pants downward, and his sizable erection sprang out to her waiting lips. She seemed to admire it a moment, then began licking up and down the shaft to his nut sack, finally taking his length in her mouth most of the way, making enthusiastic slurping sounds to more cheers from the surrounding voyeurs.
This went on a while before Tyler extracted himself from Smanta's oral embrace, kicked away the clothing around his ankles and sat her on the table, helping her out of her lower garments. She was shaven except for a small sculpted patch, and Tyler licked tentatively while inserting a couple fingers in her vagina, to soft moans. Then he directed her to lie back on the table for the main event, legs in the air, feet resting on his shoulders. He inserted himself into her, slowly at first, then thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm, to more cheers.
"Fuck that pussy," someone shouted, and a chorus of mostly male onlookers began chanting that refrain as Smanta continued moaning and writhing, her tits jumping in sync with Tyler's thrusting. Some of the spectators, mostly female, feigned embarrassed smiles, but no one looked away.
"She needs something in her mouth too," Daryl exclaimed in an off-camera vocalization, and another frat brother, one of the supporting actors, approached the table next to Smanta's head, opening his fly and whipping out his hard dick. She looked at it with a vacant expression, then opened wide to accept the latest offering, slurping eagerly as Tyler continued fucking her. More cheers erupted from the audience.
The two female supporting actors on a sofa against the wall began their parts, falling on their knees before their "dates," while other students who had not even been cast for such parts started making out from sheer inspiration. There were more feigned looks of embarrassment, but no one in the crowd looked away for long, as they smiled, laughed and cheered with raunchy comments. This could serve as a sociological study of crowd dynamics, I thought.
Daryl was a blur of motion, capturing the action from different camera angles, shooting Tyler's heaving buttocks as he thrust, moving to one side to record his dick plunging in and out of Smanta's pussy, then adjusting for a closeup of her sucking off the other frat brother and swinging around for a shot of the other couples and a pan of the enthusiastic crowd.
The frat bro being sucked had been briefed on how to play his part, and did it well. He grimaced, yelled and withdrew, shooting globs of spunk into Smanta's open mouth and onto her pretty face to mock screams of terror from female onlookers and cheers from males. Daryl moved in for a closeup of the girl's pretty cum-smeared face. She smiled dreamily for the camera. Her tongue shot out to lick jizz from her lips.
It was time for a change of perspective. Tyler withdrew his swollen dick and lowered the girl's legs to the floor. Smanta was shaky as he guided her to the side of the table and directed her to lower her upper body onto its surface with her feet on the floor. He then entered her again, from behind. This gave Daryl more camera angles to exploit. Someone held a cup of beer for Tyler, who sipped from it as he continued to thrust. The crowd chanted, "Doggie, doggie, doggie," and there were a few faux bow wows. Another cup of beer was held to the lips of his semi-prone partner, who took a couple of swigs, although it was difficult for Smanta to swallow in that position.
"I'll give her something easier to get her lips around," yelled another supporting actor, stepping forth and unzipping his fly. More cheers came from the onlookers as Smanta went to work on the latest offering. It was not long before the second frat brother followed the example of the first, creaming into Smanta's open mouth and on her face, Daryl zooming in from only a foot or so away. Still more cheers erupted from the group. Smanta choked a little, and someone brought a fresh cup of beer to help her wash down the latest infusion.
I admit to being excited, with a tent in my pants, even as I wondered why a girl so good looking would subject herself to such a demeaning public display. Any number of guys -- myself among them -- would have gladly taken care of her needs in private. A case of money talks, I supposed, still wondering whether whatever she was earning could be worth it.
Then, as Daryl was shooting the closeup of Smanta's cum-covered face, she did something showing she truly was in "ecstasy" with this activity. She reached out with both hands to unzip his fly, worked his dick out and began pumping. It was already semi-hard and quickly came to full attention. As Daryl adjusted focus, Smanta began sucking her fourth dick of the night.
"Lights, camera, action," someone in the gathering cried out, to general laughter. Daryl tried to suppress his own enthusiasm as he shot a point of view angle of himself being sucked. Someone began singing the old sea song, "Blow the Man Down," and the crowd joined in. Daryl panned the chorus, then swung the lens toward Tyler, who was laughing and singing as well while continuing to hump, and the two of them slapped palms in a high five, Daryl trying to keep the camera fairly steady with one hand. Smanta continued sucking vigorously, and it was not long before Daryl's eyes glazed and the camera jerked a little as he grimaced.
Showing great stage presence as well as oral technique, Smanta slowed her rhythm and looked up at the lens, releasing Daryl's dick from the embrace of her mouth and opening wide to show a profusion of creamy, white stuff. She closed her mouth again and visibly swallowed, then took Daryl's dick back into her mouth and began licking it clean, continuing to look up at the camera with those wide eyes. Cheers showed the audience's appreciation. One guy exclaimed he was going to change his major to cinematography, to general laughter.
