"God, what a blast! Are you sure you can swing it, Ching?" Trish chattered excitedly as she and Ching walked towards the Audio-visual Room.
"I've already set up everything," Ching replied, checking his watch. "Eleven instructors have requested a special run of the film, Today's College and Community Relations, and they're going to see it alright! I can hardly, wait. Even Dean Jones will be watching on the monitor. He requested the film be piped directly to his set in the office."
"I'm going to be a closed-circuit TV star!" Trish shouted excitedly. "Are you sure we can get in to do the filming?"
Ching patted his pocket lovingly. "I've got the key right here, and three technicians are waiting at the studio for us. They're all good buddies. They think it's a great joke!"
"And it's all set to be shown at two o'clock?" Trish asked eagerly.
"Everything's all set up," Ching replied, chuckling at Trish's nervousness. "Just relax, Trish. Nothing will go wrong. You and I are going to fuck on closed-circuit TV and we'll be sitting in Miriam Simms' office, watching the run at the exact same time eleven classrooms and Dean Jones will be tuning in. All we have to do is the filming. And that's a snap. We've got two hours to put together a TV blue-movie special, exclusively for the dean!"
"I wonder if I'll look good on television?" Trish mused, patting her hair in place. "Maybe I should have worn something special."
"Take it easy, Super-Star," Ching laughed. "No one will be looking at your hair or your clothes. They'll just be looking at your nice hot cunt being stuffed with my big hard cock!"
"That's right!" Trish laughed. "And I almost went out and bought a new dress! Guess I'm going to have to become a big star in my old skin!"
Ching led Trish down the long corridor and into the television studio. "Here we are," he said, pointing down the hall to a doorway where three boys were waiting.
"Trish, I'd like you to meet Bob, Roy and Calvin. Boys, this is our fabulous skin-flick artist, Trish!"
Ching unlocked the door to the room and locked it again as soon as they were all inside. "Got the film?" he asked Bob.
"You bet! Everything's loaded and ready for action!" Bob replied eagerly, giving Trish a long level look. "She ought to photograph well. Nice body, too!"
Trish blushed and then giggled. "Let's do it!" she squealed. "I can hardly wait to see how it turns out!"
"Sure you don't want more than ten minutes?" Calvin questioned. "We could make it run for thirty minutes if you want."
"No," Ching replied, winning at him and winking. "You'll get your chance to make a full-length porno flick someday, Calvin, but this time we have to get exactly ten minutes. It's very important that we don't run over schedule."
"Okay. You're the boss," Calvin replied. "I'm going to run the first few frames of the film they're expecting and then cut in to the special one. It'll have more shock value that way, don't you think?"
"Good idea," Ching commented. "Make sure all the sets are on and everything before you switch to our little skin-flick special."
"Did you set up the portable unit in the librarian's office?" Ching asked.
"All done," Roy replied. "I just finished checking it out this morning. Everything over there is ready to roll. We've got one camera in the ceiling, and four others in each of the walls. There's nothing that can happen in that room that we don't get on film. Then all we have to do is run all the cameras at once and pick the best shots. I sure want to edit that one, Ching. Dean Jones is a real prick and I'd like to really get a good one on him."
"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.