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And the Beat Goes on . . .
Peggy and Kathy had long before turned back to one another, choosing to
ignore the couple fucking beside them. They didn't notice the
changing of the guard when Cable switched with Bernie, nor would they
have cared if they had. They were deeply engrossed in each other.
Kathy drove her tongue inside Peggy's frothy labia, slurping and
sucking at her, reveling in the feel of her legs clenched around her
back. She elicited a soft shriek from Peggy by biting on her pussy lips
between her teeth; and followed up by running her pointed tongue
between the cheeks of her ass to her anus, and then licking it.
Peggy was certainly an enthusiastic recipient to Kathy's actions. Her
hips bucked into Kathy's face and her clitoris swelled until it was
nearly the size of her stiffened nipples. Peggy's longing fingers
reached down and began fondling Kathy's tits and her almost painfully
throbbing nipples.
Then Kathy went after her clit, stabbing at it with her tongue until
Peggy began begging her for "More, more, more."

At which point she took the swollen nubbin between her lips and started
to suck on it. Peggy went wild, slamming her hips and pelvis into
Kathy's cum covered face. Peggy continued moaning and whining as
Kathy attacked her clit, adding and subtracting various levels of
pressure and then ramming two fingers into her already flowing cunt.

Wresting her face away from Peggy's clit for a moment, Kathy called
out, "Can you smell that pussy now?"

Peggy moaned again.

Cable hoarsely responded, "Jesus, I sure can," and began stroking
his cock anxious to fuck someone, anyone once more.

Marlene heard it too, and reacted courageously even though she was in a
sexual stupor.

"C'mere Cable," she croaked as Bernie slammed his cock into her.
And directed his cock between her lips, and saved Kathy and Peggy's
virginity for another to take at a later time.
.
"Ohhhhhh," Peggy moaned again and then wanting to reciprocate, squirmed
around so that she had better access to Kathy's cunt; and then almost
desperate to place her mouth on the cunt before her, groaned again. A
second later her tongue was sliding softly, slowly between Kathy's
thickly swollen lips, not halting until she too had a rapidly pulsating
clitoris between her lips.
But Kathy continued her onslaught upon Peggy's twat and soon Peggy
completely succumbed to Kathy's dominant sexual play and passively
lay back to allow Kathy to do with her as she wanted.

Kathy was on a sapho-like rampage, creating a virtual litany of lust
causing Peggy to focus on nothing but the long tongue now pressing deep
into her pussy. Moaning contentedly, she wrapped her thighs around
Kathy's ears and pressed them hard against her.

Unlike their previous liaisons together, this time for reasons even
Kathy couldn't fathom, she deliberately slowed down and thereby
prolonged Peggy's climb to an orgasm.

Time after time Peggy thought she was coming, but Kathy's technique
prevented the exquisite release she sought. Peggy started to thrash as
the need for release grew and grew. Her arms slammed down on the hard
flooring of the van as the uncontrolled fury and passion between her
thighs drove her insane.

"I gotta . . . I gotta cum!" She slammed the floor once again.

Kathy sucked her clit between her lips and then released it, hovering
scant inches away, waiting for Peggy's reaction.

"Let me cum, damn you!"

Kathy's tongue flickered over the exposed, gaping labia in front of
her and into Peggy's cunt.

"Shit! Fuck! Make me cum damn you!"

The van shook with the fury of her arousal.

"PLEASE!"

She was reduced to begging and apparently this was what Kathy was
waiting for.

Closing her lips tightly over Peggy's tormented clitoris, she began
sucking it as if it were a cock,
Suddenly Peggy went rigid and a moment later the release swept over her
as white heat poured from her pulsating pussy and into Kathy's face.

Peggy was trembling, shaking and crying. Her breath, what there was of
it, came in short gasps.
And a minute or so later as the impact of her climax began to subside,
Kathy did it again, sucking hard on Peggy's clit and to Peggy's
surprise another orgasm followed, even stronger than the first.
Kathy raised her mouth from Peggy's quivering quim, her face dripping
wet, a satisfied smile upon it. "Did you like that?" she asked sweetly.
But Peggy had passed out in the middle of a wild groan that ended with
a soft hiss of air. Her body continued to quiver and shake as her
volatile climax continued even though she was now unaware of events
around her.

Kathy held her close and stroked her back and arms.  Kathy, who was
already satiated from Peggy's earlier tender ministrations to her
pussy smiled tenderly and cradled Peggy's head in the crook of her
arm. And as Peggy dozed, Kathy's attention turned back to Marlene and
the two men fucking her.
***
Bernie caressed Marlene's back in a gentle fashion, his hands gliding
up and down her smooth flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts. She
hissed softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and
pinched her rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls gently in
return. Cable held his turgid prick to her lips waiting for her to take
him in her mouth again.

"Shit, that feels so good, Bernie," she murmured and distaining
Cable's cock for a moment, kissed Bernie, thrusting her tongue deeply
into his mouth.

Cable waited patiently, glancing over at Kathy and Peggy, hoping one of
them would signal him that they were willing to participate with him.
He realized that the darker haired girl seemed to be sleeping and
concentrated his attention upon the blonde. But while she held his eye
for a moment, she didn't send any sort of message that she wanted his
cock. Cable concluded that she was a lesbian and only a lesbian. He
knew, at least he had heard, that some girls were bi-sexual, but
evidently this one was not.

Then Marlene's kiss broke off and she reached for him and placed him
back in her hot, little mouth, sucking voraciously on the head of his
cock and sending shivers of delight through Cable's body. He forgot
all about Kathy.

Marlene's hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on
Bernie's erection. She groaned and her back arched slowly, milking
Bernie's cock with her pussy as she did the same to Cable with her
mouth.

"Nothing like two at a time," she though as a mild climax took
hold, causing her to go still while it's current swept over her.

And then, ever so slowly, she began to rock up and down on Bernie's
cock, sliding her cunt up and down the length of it. Her belly rippled
inward and she hissed with pleasure from the wonderful sensations his
prick was causing as it slither against her vaginal walls.

Hearing Cable groan and then feeling him swell within her mouth, she
began sucking with a new intensity and he exploded a meager load into
the deep recesses of her throat. She blew him until certain he was
fully sated and then gently removed his flaccid member and returned her
full attention to the surprisingly limber Bernie.

"You're a great lay, baby," she whispered into his ear before
licking it with her molten tongue and leaving a slight residue of
Cable's sperm to mingle with the wax already there.

"You're pretty good yourself, kiddo," he replied and she knew he
meant it.

Bernie was hoping they might get together again and quietly asked her
if she'd give him her number.

"Sure," she smiled and then paused in her fucking, leaving his cock
half in and half out of her dripping cunt.

"What's wrong?" Bernie asked.

"Nothing," she said and began giggling.

"Watch this," she said after her giggles had passed. And clamping
her buttocks tight, squeezing his prick with her cunt, causing him to
gasp with pleasure.

"Oh, yeah!" He groaned. "Wanna fuck, do ya?" He said and
promptly rammed himself deeply into her to Marlene's delight.

"Oh, fuck yes! Oh, God yes!" she cried. "Come on! Come on, do me! She
yelled her face flushed with lust, and mouth hanging open as she panted
like a dog in heat.

Cable sat alongside them, watching but finished for the night as a
participant. He marveled at the sight of Marlene's tits flouncing and
bouncing as she straddled Bernie's cock fucking in wild abandon.

'That girl sure loves to fuck,' he told himself.

Gasping and crying out lewdly, Marlene moved faster and faster. Her ass
caromed off his thighs. And she reached behind her and squeezed his
balls excitedly for a moment then spreading her fingers apart, placed
her palm at the top of her mons and applied pressure which added to her
joyous sensations. Seeking even more intense gratification, Marlene's
fingers began to caress her clit vigorously, while Bernie nearing his
own climax began to lift her up and down on his cock, driving it into
her as a seemingly impossible pace.

Hissing his pleasure, Bernie began to come, and jerked her body down
savagely onto his prick, compelling her to cry out in a combination of
pain and pleasure.

She was coming too. Her head thrown back, eyes shut and moaning loudly.
They finished fucking by remaining almost still on one another.
Bernie's prick jerking sporadically as it emptied it's fluids into
her; Marlene's cunt clutching him, squeezing the last of his seed
from his fast shrinking member. Finally and with great reluctance, she
rolled away from him and lay on the carpeted flooring of the van,
panting and staring vacant-eyed at the ceiling.

Perhaps five minutes passed and then Kathy spoke. "Maybe we should be
getting on home now, ya think?"

Bernie grumbled something in audile.

Cable spoke more clearly. "Yeah, you're right kiddo. Let's get
the show on the road. And he got up and moved behind the wheel started
the engine and they were moving to Los Angeles again.

As they reached Kathy's home the guys asked that the girls take their
numbers. They realized that being underage it wouldn't do to be
calling the girls at home. And they did want to see them again,
especially Marlene. The girls did promise to call, at least Marlene
did, the others just nodded while anxiously looking around to see if
anyone had noticed their 5:30 AM arrival.

The guys drove off and the three girls huddled at Kathy's front door.

"Peggy," Kathy said, "you can stay, we'll say it was an
overnighter. Marlene, you're welcome to stay, but I think your folks
won't buy it. You might be better off sneaking in."

"Yeah," she said. "They never get up until 7 - 7:30 and I left
my bedroom window open, so I can probably get in without them knowing I
was gone. Shit, that's how I snuck out. I just hope no one checked on
me while I was gone."

"Good luck," Peggy and Kathy said together, and Marlene trotted
off. Peggy and Kathy went inside and crashed in Kathy's bedroom.

They were awakened around eleven when Dutch and Rosa came home. Kathy
greeted them and said that Peggy had joined her for a sleepover and
asked how the party had gone.

"It was a good one," Rosa responded. It might have lasted a little
to late in the evening for me."

"We slept over anyway. They have plenty room in their big house, more
than enough room to go 'round," Dutch added with a yawn. "If
it's okay with you kids I'm going to grab another hour or so of
sleep."

Rosa pouted for a moment, then smiled. "Sure go ahead, honey, but
I'm a working girl and I've got to change and get to the office."

"I hope it's worth it," he said. "Perhaps you'll sell a
couple of homes today," he said already looking over his shoulder as
he headed into the bedroom.

The two teens looked at each other. Kathy said, "Mom, I'm going to
run Peggy home. I won't be long.

Rosa smiled at the girls and said, "That's all right, he's going
to sleep for a few hours and I'll be at work. Take as long as you
want. I'll see you all for dinner. Oh, and Peggy, tell your Mom I
said hello, will you?"

"I sure will and thank you for the sleepover."

"Go on get out of here, you two," Rosa said and laughed.


10/18/99

The Campus of University of California, Berkeley: 4:45PM

Two shapely coeds, Gina and Lynn headed toward the campus library to do
some advance studying for an exam the following week. Gina, who was
concerned about the grade she would receive and trying to concentrate
on the chapter read the night before, was distracted by the comments
and wolf whistles from the guys they passed along the way. Worse, she
couldn't help but notice how the guys kept checking out Lynn's lithe
body and not hers.

"I'm not that bad," Gina told herself, "but she does have
bigger boobs and an ass to die for, but my tits aren't that bad,"
and to confirm the fact she glanced down at them. And then reflected on
how Rudy had lovingly caressed them just last week; licking and nipping
at them and praising them as the best, the greatest he'd ever seen.
Just thinking about that moment gave her a warm tingle and caused her
to wonder how Lynn kept attracting guys like bees to  flowers and
apparently yet didn't notice them or seem care that they were all
dying to get into her pants. Gina decided to mention it to Lynn and see
just what Lynn herself thought about it.
"Lynn?"
"Yes?" She replied, not breaking stride.
"What is it with all these guys?"
"Oh, don't pay any attention to them. They're just boys
pretending to be men."
"Really?"
"Sure, I don't give them a second thought. Remember in high school
how the freshmen and sophomores would stare and we girls paid them no
attention at all because we wanted to catch the attention of the
seniors and possibly a junior or two?"
"I can't say that I do. Actually I didn't have many boyfriends in
high school."
"You didn't?" Lynn stopped in her tracks and looked at her
friend. "I could have sworn you told me you got laid several times
back then."
"I did, but the first time I was drunk and the other two times I was
on double dates and well, the other girl went down on her date and I .
. . I guess I thought I was expected to do it too and so I lay back and
let him fuck me."
"You just said there were two times."
"Oh, yeah, we went out again the next weekend and I . . . I put out
for him, actually both of them. It was at the drive-in. We switched
after the first feature, so I got laid by two guys that night."
Gina was embarrassed a little and countered by asking Lynn, "How
'bout you? You must have met some older guys early on if you avoided
the younger guys."
"Mmmmm, I did," Lynn said, "First was a fella named . . . Holy
shit! Check that stud muffin out!"
Gina's head turned to follow Lynn's stare and saw a tall, dark and
handsome man approaching them. "So this was what Lynn was attracted
to . . . and small wonder," Gina thought, "He is a stud." And the
tingle got warmer.
***
Tucker had seen the two girls before they spotted him and noted their
reaction to him.
"That's good," he thought, "they like what they see and I just
might persuade them to pose for me." And with that thought in mind he
strode toward the girls with a bright smile on his face.
"Hi ladies, it's a beautiful day isn't it?"
"Um, yeah," Lynn replied with a smile equal to Tucker's. "Are
you an instructor here?"
He smiled again and followed it with a pleasant laugh. "No, actually
I'm visiting the campus looking for models. I do free lance
photography. I have several magazines as regular clients."
Gina spoke for the first time. "Oh, that's interesting, which
magazine, Playboy?" She asked, having decided he was a phony.
He laughed again. "Don't I wish, no . . . Cosmo, Redbook, Men's
Fitness and Sports Illustrated and I've even done several photo
layouts for Jet."
"Wow," Gina said, obviously impressed, and having had more time to
look him over, began to hope that he was what he said he was.
Lynn was on him in an instant. So how do you discover your models?"
"That's easy; I meet them just like I met the both of you. The
thing is, meeting girls isn't complicated. But convincing them to
pose is a lot harder."
Does it pay?" Lynn asked.
And before he could reply, Gina asked, "How much does it pay?"
Thereby informing him of her strong interest in posing."
"That depends," Tucker responded, checking their faces closely for
their reaction. "For example the first session usually involves my
taking most of the time to show the model, who is generally
inexperienced, just what's expected of her. So it's really the
second and third times that the models make good money. The first time
out I pay $25 an hour."
Both girls earned far less than that amount and Tucker knew it.
"Well how many hours are involved and how much do the follow up
sessions pay?" Lynn asked.
Tucker appeared to ponder the question, but while doing so took a
moment to flex his muscles discreetly and saw both girls eyes widen in
appreciation. "I'd say the first session would last about . . .
well if it were the two of you that would mean each one of you would
require training, some we could do in tandem, some of it separately; so
let's just say about three hours in all. But that means an hour and a
half each. Let's say you'd each walk away with, oh, let me round it
off, $40 each."
Gina gulped at the amount of money for the time involved and inquired,
"And the remaining sessions?'
"The hourly rate doubles and the total time involved may double as
well. The thing is if I manage to sell the photos to a magazine then
your rate climbs proportionally. What that means is I would probably be
given an assignment with the girl in mind. In those cases, I pay the
model a percentage of the total amount the magazine pays. It's
usually in the 15% range, but there's no real firm percentage.
That's played by how much they are willing to pay. But I can assure
you it is decent enough money."
Both Lynn and Gina's heads were swimming with items they wanted to
purchase by this point. Giddy with excitement, Lynn asked, "Do you
think we're modeling material?"
Tucker was careful not to make the sell appear to easy, "It's hard
to tell, but if you're agreeable we can do some test shots now. My
place is six blocks away. My van is the green one across the street.
I'll be happy to give you a ride over, what do you say?'
"Count me in," Gina said immediately.
"Me too," Lynn chimed in right after her. And with no apparent
concern about entering a van with a complete stranger they accompanied
Tucker to the van and drove to his studio/apartment.
***
After arriving at his place, Tucker offered the girls a glass of wine
which both accepted and holding their glasses, they followed Tucker
around his "studio" as he explained how the various pieces of
equipment functioned.
"I have several cameras; my personal favorite is this Nikon, which I
think is perfect for studio work. I also use this 4x5 for some
commercial jobs as well as some portraits." He glossed over other
details, just touching on the strobe lights and tripods. For their part
the girls were impressed with the silver umbrellas that he informed
them were used to reflect light onto the subject and the backdrop stand
that permitted him to place various backgrounds behind the model.
Gina spoke first. "You certainly have a fully equipped studio," she
said, implying that she knew whereof she spoke. However, Tucker knew
that while his studio had most items necessary to take good quality
photos, his was not by any means a real professional studio.
It turned out that Gina was a very good model, and not at all shy about
posing in front of the camera. A few times she even assumed poses on
her own without being told how and Tucker was pleased. Lynn on the
other hand, despite her superior beauty, had trouble grasping the
essence of posing, remaining stiff and aloof, not playing to the lens
of the camera.
When the allotted time had passed, Tucker called a timeout and Gina
excused herself to use the bathroom. He offered Lynn another glass of
wine which she readily agreed to.

"I want to be completely candid with you Lynn," he said as she
sipped her wine. "While Gina seems to have a natural ability to
model, you require some work. I don't know if spending the necessary
time with you will benefit either of us. I know I'm being blunt here,
but honestly you don't react well to the camera at all."

Lynn was stunned at this, having felt all along that she was the better
of the two at modeling. "I don't understand . . . you're saying
Gina is better at this than I am?"

"That's right," he said nonplussed at her distress. "Perhaps if
you viewed the camera differently it would help."

"What do you mean?" she asked as Gina returned and sat on the couch
curling her legs beneath her and remaining quiet as she realized they
were in the middle of a serious conversation.

"Gina you might as well hear this too. I've been telling Lynn here
that you seem to be a natural at this, but she has a long way to go.
Now, perhaps, and I mean a big perhaps Lynn, if you looked at the
camera as if it were your lover certain things would change."

Lynn reacted with some skepticism, "Like a lover? Are we doing porno
here?"

"No," he laughed, "not at all. What I'm referring to is an
intangible. You have to transmit a certain something to the lens. You
see, the camera lens doesn't lie. When I click that shutter the
camera records exactly what it sees, not what you think or want it to
see. So that's why I suggested looking at it as you would your lover.
Then you'd have a certain," he paused for emphasis, "let's say,
smokiness in your eyes. Maybe you'll generate a come hither look . .
. a desire for him that will translate to the photo and definitely help
sell whatever product we're selling. Please bear in mind that any
picture worth buying is selling something or else people won't pay
for it."

A look of understanding came over Lynn's face. She glanced at Gina
and saw her nodding affirmatively, and she realized that she had not
put any real effort into her poses.

He reached for an album. "Here's a portfolio of mine. Look it over
while I use the restroom. Examine the facial expression of the girls in
it. Now there are several nudes, but don't get the wrong idea. I'm
talking about posing in general. I think you'll see what I'm
talking about."

When he returned, both girls had added some wine to their glasses and
were feeling good. Not that either one was drunk, but they had that
mellow felling that comes after a few drinks.

Lynn was quick to ask, "Can I try one or two more poses? I've
looked over the portfolio and I think I see what you mean." she said
plaintively.

"Of course," he replied and moved to the camera setup.

Lynn assumed a pose from an earlier setup and followed his advice,
looking into the lens with a sudden smoldering desire.

"That's good!" Tucker shouted and Gina clapped her hands, pleased
that Lynn had caught on and pleased with how Tucker had explained her
faults to her without crushing her ego.

The second pose went better than the first and when it was finished he
put the camera down and gave Lynn a big hug. He enjoyed feeling her
ample breasts crushed against his chest.

To her surprise, Lynn felt like a little girl being praised by her
father for performing well in a school play. She was disappointed when
the hug ended, having relished both the praise and the firm body he had
pressed into her.

"So, what's next?" she asked.

"Are the both of you free tomorrow?"

Both girls nodded yes, and a time was set for them to return.

"Here's my number if for some reason you can't make it," he
said. Gina reached out and took it.

"Gina?" He said softly.

"Yes?"

"You didn't get your hug. And you certainly deserve one for making
it easy for me."

She almost leapt into his arms and melted as he crushed her small frame
against his. Just before they parted he gave her a brotherly like kiss
on the lips, soft and chaste.

Gina was smoldering as she left his studio, thinking the walk back to
her room on campus unbearably long; wanting desperately to be alone in
order to masturbate while fantasizing being in his arms again.

She would have been very surprised to learn that Lynn was having
similar thoughts, but managed to suppress them.

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