WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!  

GOING BAD (in which three female sophomores decided that being good was too
           boring to continue with and that perhaps a little sin might make
           life a bit more interesting)

by Ozman (c) 2002.

MELISSA

  The reason we three got together in a flat were our shared interests in a
number of areas. We were all country chicks studying science to the chagrin
of our conservative parents,  played in an amateur orchestra at college and
played field hockey. Being from the bush we were not very interested in the
beach and didn't sport the glowing, bronze suntans of most of our fellows.

  Although we didn't talk about it at all,  we all knew that none of us had
sex during our freshman year, despite us not having a real philosophical or
religious aversion to a bit of rumpy-pumpy. Even at nineteen we'd all drawn
the distinction between romantic love and sex,  but only being held back by
our shyness, we'd have been happy to entertain most reasonable propositions 
for nooky.

  "Look at this," Avril told us, producing a creased edition of our student 
newspaper. 

  It was a minute advertizement for glamour photographic models, suggesting
that we girls put some of spice in our lives with a little daring, implying
that suitable models could find it quite rewarding in the future. 

  "I heard Selma and Kirsty talking to a group of the others. They stripped
on camera, a video, and spread their legs and stuff. Then the blokes wanted 
them to suck them off and to stick their dicks in to hasten their climaxes,
but the chicks wouldn't screw. They did suck them off though, then let them 
squirt come over their faces and boobs for fifty bucks," she told us in her
most earnestly confidential, gossipy voice.

  Laura was appalled and I observed that she was being  overly critical for
someone who wasn't getting any. 

  "That's what Prue Manson said,"  Avril told us. "She wanted to know about
where and when. It seemed that she's keen to do something out of the normal
routine for students around here.  And, of course, to get one up on all the 
rest of us."

  "But you wouldn't, would you?" Laura asked in a little voice.

  "Actually, I reckon I would," Avril told us dreamily. "I'm getting rather
sick of being a member of the goody-girl population around here. The slutty
chicks seem to have so much more fun."

  "So how do you feel Mel?" Laura asked me.

  "I'm with her,"  I told her, feeling much more nervous than my brave face
revealed.  "It may be my only chance to do something so daringly outrageous
away from home. I'd like to try, just to say I've done it."

  "Ye-e-es......" mused Laura, the idea settling into her consciousness.

  We procrastinated until we realized that nothing would happen unless we'd
taken charge of our destinies and made the first move.  After arguing about
who would phone the pornographer,  we'd accepted that that's what he was, a
very embarrassed Laura pulled the short straw and made the call.

  "Oh, hi," she mumbled into the mouthpiece.  "I've got a couple of friends 
who saw your ad and would like to know  whether they'd be suitable to model
for you."

  There was a long pause and her cheeks became redder until she glowed.

  "Well, one's tall and slim, pretty too, good figure. The other is petite, 
with a nice figure and a pretty face too.  No, not me, I'm a bit on the big
side and not as pretty as my friends. Do they?"  she blushed again. "Well I
might come and see then, just for a look. Oh, they're Avril and Melissa. Me?
I'm Laura. Okay then. Bye."

  She looked at us, still flushed.

  "Thanks very much, girls," she spat out. "God! I've never been so utterly
embarrassed in my entire life.  Talking to some complete stranger about his
slipping me a length on video for money. I'm sure I could never face him."

  As things transpired she was more than a little reluctant to participate,
but with a little arm-twisting, figuratively speaking, she was persuaded to
get into our thing. That night we all engaged in a complete shaving session,
alone and helping each other with those hard to reach places, Laura subdued
which wasn't like her, Avril and I excited and nervous at the prospect of a
spot of intimacy with a stranger. We didn't really expect Laura to come out
with us and, I at least, felt a bit mean over having got her to ring up the
bloke. 

  To our surprise,  Laura was ready and waiting when we'd finished dressing
and applying our warpaint for the night ahead of us, apparently happy to be
going along with whatever might occur that evening.

  Our destination was an attractive appartment where we were greeted by the
tennant, a guy in his thirties named Joe, along with two friends, Roddy and
Ben. We were shown a bedroom, to change, discovering an assortment of plaid 
skirts and white cotton blouses laid out with various items of school foot-
wear, figuring we were expected to get into these outfits. 

  Avril was ready first and was quickly posing for Joe's video camera while
stripping off her schoolgirl gear until she was down to just the short blue
skirt around her waist, spreading her long, slender legs to display a newly
bald twat, diddling herself before putting three fingers inside a warm, wet
vagina. 

  Rod sat beside her on the big leather settee as he stripped off his shirt
and fingered her as she leant down to lick his swollen knob. His hefty dick
looked enormous to me,  a good twenty-centimetres long and thicker than any
of our wrists, he was tanned a mahogany colour all over and had several new
tattoos about his person.  He knelt on the carpet to lick and nibble at her
open pussy as Laura and I removed his pants, shoes and socks out of shot at
Joe's direction.

  She stood and sat slowly back into his lap, biting her lip as her eyelids 
fluttered involuntarily while his large sexual organ slid slowly inside her 
nicely lubricated love pouch.  The tension showing in her face demonstrated 
that it could be felt so sensitively within her stretching sheath, her eyes 
fluttering again when she tried to slide her cunt upward on the veiny shaft.

  Both of my girlfriends were flushed with excitement and embarrassment and
I assumed my visage to be of a similar hue, watching intently as Rod's huge
rod slid easily in and out of her unctuous pussy while they adopted various
positions to best display their coupled parts. Eventually she shed her last
garment and leaned back in the settee as he knelt between her legs to screw
her enthusiastically until she too was crying and swearing emotionally with
her approaching orgasm. At the last moment he withdrew his prick and spewed
warm, thick semen over her vulva and pubic mound, disappointing her moment-
arily until he ate her pussy to climax.

                                     *                                     
LAURA

  I held back as Melissa stepped up for a bit of the same, her eyes gleamed
with desire and she trembled noticably in her anticipation of something new
in the field of sex.  She seemed to be much more at ease with the situation
than Avril had been, smiling happily as she pulled her cottontails aside to
display her newly shaven snatch and shaking her firm titties for the camera.
I was so envious of her beautiful big, long-lashed eyes, feline and  tilted 
upward at the corners, eyes full of sensual promise while she willed Ben to
get his gear off and into her arms. 

  Ben's penis was almost unbelievably bigger than Rod's, both thicker and a
couple of centimetres longer. He too was a muscular, heavily tattooed young
guy whom I'd noticed around campus recently and wondered how it would be to
have him within me. Mind you, he wasn't the only guy I'd had those thoughts
about. It was so unfair that others were getting my ration of sex. 

  Mel shyly grasped his big cock to lick and suck at the swollen knob which
she could barely stretch her lovely lips around, thrilling as he reached to
fondle her pale breasts and tweak and twiddle her hard nipples.  She wanted
to get on with things, but Joe kept them dangling until she lay back on the
settee and drew Ben to her by his dick,  drawing her knees up to expose her
eager cunt to him.  He pressed forward with his hips and the monster seemed
to slide inside her juicy vagina without effort, both sighing deeply at the
gloriously intimate sensation of coupling.

  I wondered how it felt to be impaled on a huge male member like that; I'd
been less than honest with the others about my sexual status and was having 
second thoughts about going through with a full coupling as I'd intended to
do earlier. It all seemed a bit more intimate than I could manage and I had
made no committment to Joe,  when we spoke on the phone, to go further than
undressing and maybe the fellation of some guy.  I'd just wait and see what
occurred as I was sure they wouldn't press me if I said "no",  although the
thought that my dishonesty  might bring an end to my relationship with them 
others rather scared me. 

  Ben and Mel were banging away with a fair degree of ardour, moving around
and changing position to the rhythmic sounds of wet flesh slapping upon wet 
flesh as her love juice literally flowed from her tight little twat and out
over their lower bodies and legs. She was being fairly vocal in her passion,
rather more than Avril anyway,  happily writhing and jerking at the intense
pleasure she was experiencing. They worked themselves into a real lather of
sensation and, with almost simultaneous moans of ecstacy, went rigid as hot
spasms shook their sweat-shiny bodies.

  Joe was in close,  he and Rod recording every twitch and shudder of their
subjects' pleasure, real pleasure from where I stood.

                                     *
AVRIL

  I came back from washing up as Melissa was galloping down the straight to
the finish with Ben riding her furiously, his big, dark dick pistoning fast
in her sweet twat.  In due course they too headed off to clean up and their
attention turned to Laura who looked very uncomfortable about her situation,
despite her brave attempt at nonchalance.  Although she'd claimed not to be 
a virgin, I wasn't at all convinced, seeing the next few minutes as telling
for Laura. She'd given no undertaking to put out so I was quite prepared to
step in and halt proceedings if she became distressed and refused to take a
cock.

  With her face flushed and eyes glistening Laura carefully removed all her 
clothing apart from her blue, plaid skirt and white cotton socks, displayed
her hairless pussy between open legs as she cupped her pretty white breasts
with pink nipples.  Joe stepped in close as she sat forward again to engulf
his thick, tanned cock with her mouth,  nodding her head to suck his member
while cupping his balls.

  Her colour was bright red by then, blushing right down to her tits, tears
in her eyes as she smiled a lopsided smile that looked to be a bit short on
sincerity. She looked quite afraid,  but wasn't about to let on to the rest
of us, even as Joe's broad, shiny purple knob approached her smooth, vulvar
cleft.  She gripped the hem of her skirt and pushed downward as if to cover
herself or maybe to fend him off, but made no verbal protest over his clear
intention to penetrate her with his hefty cock.

  The tip parted her wet and frilly inner labia and he entered her a little
at a time until his cock was completely within her body.

  "Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" she moaned repeatedly until he crawled over her to
kiss her mouth, apparently checking her tonsils with his tongue.

  There was a smile on her lips as he rhythmically rammed his tool into her 
tight hole. They changed to a doggy position and she looked so pleased with
herself, abandoning her senses as control over her body slipped away and an
exquisitely erotic sensation flooded her consciousness. He grabbed her hair
as they stood, she taking a handful of his taut abdomen to claw at him with
her nails while he held her skirt and pounded her bottom with his pelvis in
a wild, freestyle fuck.

  Suddenly he withdrew, pushed her down on the lounge and, with a few quick
rubs, spoofed all over her neck and chest with a soft groan. While the boys
taped he went down and buried his face in in her drooling crotch to provide
the orgasm she so deserved.

  Joe gave us each a drink and a one hundred dollar note before we left the
flat, letting us know that we could expect a phone call offering video work
in the near future.

  "All for one and one for all!" cried Mel, hugging us tightly when we were
out of the immediate vicinity of the flat. "The Three Musketeers!"

  "Perhaps 'Slutsketeers would be more appropriate," I observed and we came
together again, giggling at my joke and our relief at having carried it off.

  "Slutsketeers!" we shouted defiantly to a world which wasn't listening.

  I didn't ask Laura about her condition before and after that night's work
and she never mentioned it, so I don't know whether or not that's where she 
lost her virginity.  

                                     *
LAURA

  Having seen each other in such a blatantly sexual situation we found it a
lot easier to talk about sex; our desires, fantasies, positions, vibrators,
multiple partners and even same sex partners. I found the idea of love with
another chick rather abhorrent, but not the other two who experimented with
each other and declared their willingness to perform on video if ever asked.
We all bought vibrators and used them in front of each other while watching
porno videos which we hired to broaden our knowledge of the kinds of things
the experienced porn actress is expected to be able to do during the course
of a movie.

  Our artistic debut in the world porno videos hadn't lead to us being used
again by Joe or any of his contacts over the following month or so and we'd
begun to wonder what was happening there. I had to attend a field excursion 
overnight friday until saturday evening,  sharing a taxi home with Georgina
Sambell and accepting her invitation to have a drink at her flat when I saw
nobody around at my place.

  Georgie was rather like me in many ways,  not really pretty with rather a 
large frame despite being fit, not fat, with a shy, introspective manner. I
didn't know how she spent her time,  but I was certain that she would never
have considered doing what I'd done in the recent past,  feeling a sense of
superiority over her by virtue of my experience.

  "So how do you spend your spare time?" I enquired of her as we sipped our
second lexia.

  "I don't really have any," she told me. "Between study and part time work
I only have time for sleep."

  "I didn't know you worked," I said.

  "Well I limit it to a night a week, two if I do a saturday as well. I get
enough to get by on."

  "What do you do?"

  As she opened her mouth to tell me, her digital phone rang. 

  "Hi," she greeted the caller,  then blushed profusely as she listened. "I
have a guest with me. No, she doesn't, but she just asked me, believe it or 
not. No, I can't. I don't no how she'd take it. We're in the same class and
tute. No, you can't ask her."  

  I made a gesture meaning 'what's going on?'.

  She looked harrassed, then handed me the phone.

  "Who's there?" I enquired.

  "Hi, I'm Gary," a well spoken guy told me. "Who are you."

  "Lori," I lied for no reason I understand even now, but I had an odd feel-
ing about that conversation from Georgina's behaviour.

  "Can you keep a secret? Really keep a secret 'til you die?"

  I looked at Georgie who cringed at whatever I hadn't been told yet.

  "I can, I promise," I told him.

  "Well, this is it," he told me. "I'm a married bloke who needs some nooky
every day, but when I'm away interstate like now, no wife and my need is as
urgent as ever. When I ring that number I always find a nice young lady who
is willing to come around to the hotel and to see to my need for a monetary
consideration."

  "Of what size?" I wanted to know.

  "At least two hundred and, being saturday night and no hurry, it would be
more likely to be five hundred."

  "I see," I gulped, looking at Georgie who had her face buried in both her
hands.

  "The other matter is my colleague who's new to all this. I'd more or less
promised him a great evening over here, but didn't count on our plane being
so late into town. Any suggestions as to a solution to our problem?"

  "Just hang on for a tick," I told him, thinking that I'd rather fancy sex
over my vibrator, even if I was to become a whore in the process.

  Because I was so randy my morals were barely a consideration.  Who'd know
I'd sold my body anyway, apart from Georgina who was hardly likely to spill
any beans in view of her role in the matter. 

  "What's your position with all this?" I asked her frankly. "Are you going 
to go and give the guy his jollies or not?"

  "What are you saying? You want to try it too?"

  "Why not?" 

  "Do you know what to do?"

  "How to put a condom on? How to screw or appropriately entertain a paying  
customer?"

  "Have you done it before I mean?"

  "Had sex for money? Yeah."

  "Oh," she gulped. "I hadn't realized."

  "I'm not the type?" I grinned.

  "Hi," she said into the phone. "I think we might be able to help."

  She chatted about why we were together and that she was surprised to find
I was up to the job, describing me in a most flattering way, then taking an
address for the two men for an assignation at ten that evening.

  I told Georgie that I didn't know how I was expected to dress for what we
were about to undertake, but she had matters in hand,  giving me an apricot
coloured suit with mid-thigh skirt,  black stayups with high, lace tops and
a camisole and pants set to match.
 
  When I asked her for a razor to attend to my stubbly pubes she introduced
me to an effective depilant which left me smooth and unblemished, where she
preferred to grow just a tiny patch of silky in her mound. She helped me to
make up and I was very happy with the result which I adopted as my own. 

  We set off for our appointment,  stopping to buy condoms and KY along the
way and getting a cab whose driver and Gina, as she called herself working,
were obviously acquainted. Inside the hotel she took me to the cocktail bar
which was very grand indeed by comparison to the one country pub with which
I was familiar.

  "You okay?" she asked.

  "Apart from heart palpitations and jelly knees I'm fine."

  "Me too," she chuckled nervously. 

  Actually I felt somewhat pleased with myself, despite my trepidation, for 
being first in any group I'd known to have tried something before my circle
at the time. I'd always been a follower until that evening. Having caught a
glimpse of myself in mirrors on the way in I was more than happy with a new
appearance that made me look both older and more elegant than the jeans and
sweatshirts chick that attended lectures at uni. 

  We went to the bar and ordered drinks.

  "You Gina and Lori?" enquired the barman.

  We nodded.

  "Drinks are paid for. Your dates are over there."

  He indicated two men, prosperous looking and fortyish, sitting at a table
by the windows. They smiled and one beckoned us over, both attending to our
chairs as we sat to join them.

  Gary, who was known to Gina,  but who hadn't then had the pleasure of her
intimate company, did the introductions. He clearly intended to sample what
Gina had to offer, leaving me to entertain his rather shy and reserved mate
named Simon.  By that time I was so randy that I just wanted to go upstairs
and get on with it, but Gina and Gary were chatting about the good times he 
had experienced with her flatmates,  she being interested in their apparent
lack of inhibition with their clients.

  Eventually we were alone in Simon's suite.

  "I confess that I've never done this before, so I guess you'll have to be
a bit tolerant about my lack of knowledge about the protocol in relation to
all this," he explained self-consciously.

  "Me either," I told him.

  "You've never done it either...professionally I mean?"

  I shook my head, thinking it best not to mention my recent payment for an
act of artistic sex.

  "Well, here's your money," he said, stuffing a pair of hundreds and fifty 
into my handbag on the table. "I just had a shower, so we can tick that off
the list too."

  "Okay, we'll get undressed and I'll check your penis," I ordered him as I
quickly shed everything except my stockings and shoes, moving to test a new
standard lamp for brightness.

  His dick was half erect, but leapt to attention when I took it in hand to
twist and lift to see if he had any obvious lesions which might indicate an
unfortunate end to proceedings. 

  "No, nothing there," I breathed, stroking his cock. "That's a beauty."

  His eyes fluttered and he emitted an unintelligible sound  before leading 
me across to the bed and pushing me down, bringing me my purse when I asked
him. I took out the condoms and KY,  although there was no real need of the 
the latter in my condition then, rolling the sheath down over his rock hard
cock.

  "How do you want to do it?" I asked. 

  "Like this," he smiled, getting me to lie on my side as he moved his hips
over my lower leg and pulled the upper back over his waist.

  Showing off then, he poked his knob against my vulva and slid full length
inside me before I could reach down to guide him. He tried to thrust slowly,
but the pent up sexual tension was just too much for us both and we quickly 
fell into a wild, abandoned fucking for an extremely intense climax.

  After a trip to the bathroom  we lay on the bed chatting with drinks from
the minibar.

  "What's more exciting?" he grinned. "Selling it or giving it away free?"

  "It's hard to compare right now," I giggled. "That was exciting, being an 
initial experience. I daresay the novelty will lessen in time."

  "I thought it was great," he told me sincerely. "I didn't think I'd enjoy
sex in this sort of situation, but it took me back to my teens. Will you be
available again?"

  "You don't think you'd rather play the field?"

  He shook his head, kissed me on the mouth and we were into it again, with
Simon above me in the  missionary position and my legs up around his waist.  
He banged away at my exposed crotch,  his taut belly slapping wetly against
my own in the the erotic rhythm of love, the cadence ever burgeoning as our
excitement built before the blissfull onset of orgasm.  I just adored being
screwed like that, lovingly and considerately, rather than a rough rogering
and the constant changes in position required by the porn video makers. I'd
made no decisions then of course, but given my 'druthers' I reckon it might 
have favoured the happily whoring option by virtue of that experience. 

  With a lot of "oooohs" and "aaahs", much less self-consciously this time,                                      
we felt the full, erotic flush of climax while we clung desperately to each
other as the delightful spasms of pleasure swept through our whole being. I
heard a triple tap on the adjoining door, Gina's fifteen minute warning, so
I disentangled  myself from the sleeping Simon to dress and restore my face
and hair.

  Gina  was waiting in the corridor and led me to an elevator where we went
down to the basement carpark and into a waiting taxi.

  "Hi Eddie," she greeted him like an old friend. "Busy night?"

  "Can't complain," he lisped with a long sigh. "Nobody'll listen if I do."                                   

  "This is Lori," she told him. "Give him your card, Eddie dear."

  He passed one back to her.

  "Eddie is our driver of choice," Gina told me. "He knows the score and we
always tip him five bucks over for the service. He'll advise you on getting
in and out of hotels and stuff like that;  one needs to be discreet in this
business."

  Gina's flatmates, Tara and Celia,  were home after an evening of dancing,
dining and sex with a pair of foreign businessmen  who'd been very generous    
after the girls had agreed to swap partners after the first nooky. They had
earned three times what they'd have got for a single call, including a tip.
They were more than surprised to learn that I'd taken my initial paying gig
with Gina who, it seemed, hadn't been totally honest with me. Apparently it
was her first too; she had been absolutely resistant to the idea of selling 
her favours, despite her friends making the point that it was a much easier
method of making their rent money than slaving at a fast food outlet in the
vicinity and, after the first time the embarrassment factor had disappeared.
She had undertaken one professional date,  but had literally lost her nerve 
at the door of the hotel suite, at the point of knocking. Celia covered for 
her, but a distance had developed between them, forcing Gina's hand on that
evening. 
  
  They wanted to know whether or not Mel and Avril would be interested in a
piece of the enterprise and I explained our involvement in porno performing,
although it was scarcely the financial cornucopia which Avril had envisaged
before our first try at it. I thought that they just might be in it as none 
of us wanted to endure long working hours and that a date a week just might
keep the baliffs away. 

  Next day I went to several Sunday markets with the other three chicks, to 
find the type of clothing to complement our new ventures. We bought blouses
which were transparent, almost indecently short skirts, outfits of orotron,
exotic and revealing lingerie and various types of hosiery  which one could 
wear during sex. It was lovely having all that money to spend, a situation,
I decided, that a girl could quickly grow to like.

  Later in the evening I was still at the other chicks' flat when Tara took 
a phone call from Celia's date from the previous evening. He wanted her and 
his colleague fancied Gina whom he'd heard was available for a bit of nooky
then.  Tara shilly-shallied and Gina was even less decisive, but eventually
both consented to go out for just a quickie.

  When they'd departed I packed all my bits and bobs away and was saying my
farewells to Cecile when the phone rang again. I'd made the street in front
of the building when she called me from their balcony.

  "They've got the same requirement as the last caller," she told me. "Want 
to give it a whirl?"

  I grinned slowly, nodded and trudged up the stairs again.

  As matters transpired it wasn't just a 'short time' required of me and by
the time Eddie dropped me outside my apartment block, it was past midnight.
The others were waiting up for me playing with their vibrators and having a
bit of chick/chick sex to pass the time.  I'd hoped to undress out of their
sight, but they followed me to my bedroom doorway to discover what I'd been 
up to as I obviously hadn't returned home since leaving for my excursion on 
the Friday.

  When I finally took my coat off they saw the see-through, black lace top,
red velvet micro-miniskirt,  black stockings and stilletto heeled, platform
sandals to surmise that I hadn't attended any religious retreat.

  "God!" said Avril in her normally forthright way.  "You look as if you've
been out whoring."

  Of course I blushed deeply as they turned to each  other with their hands 
over their mouths, blushing too.

  "You didn't?" gasped Avril.

  I just nodded and they looked aghast, despite their own activity over the
preceding days. 

                                     *                                          
MELISSA

  We were all invited to take part in a movie, as extras, by Joe who was on
a freelance gig as a video-cameraman for the weekend.  Laura had to beg off  
due to having arranged to attend a field trip of some kind,  so Avril and I
set off vowing to enjoy whatever came in our direction in the way of sex; a
determination arising from our acceptance of having enjoyed a previous bout
of sluttiness at initiation.

  Joe's group included a number of familiar faces, which both surprised and
reassured us, all just ordinary chicks like us who'd got tired of trying to 
maintain a good-girl image while their nubile bodies demanded actual sexual
satisfaction.  Having found that campus romances were rather less than long
term affairs, those girls had adopted the masculine attitude that any nooky
missed was lost forever.

  The excitement among the group was palpable; quivering lips and boobs and 
trembling hands all about as we awaited the stragglers on the coach, Corine
Amato and Jasmin Koski boarding on the trot and  flopping into seats facing
ours. They usually spent their weekends at Christian pursuits such as Bible
study and the like,  but there they were and I wondered whether or not they
understood what lay before them. They were blushing like us and most of the
chicks aboard the coach as we headed off to a weekend of promiscuous sex in
completely new circumstances.

  "I'm really surprised to see you two here," Jasmin was telling us.

  "Likewise," responded Avril.  "We've actually only tried it the the once,    
but it seemed worth another experience to see if we really had the taste."

  "Us too. Who auditioned you?"

  "Joe, he did Laura, Roddy did me and Ben did Mel."

  "I had Joe," she giggled. "Lucky Corry got it off with a guy called Rilla
with a thing like those tubes that new tennis balls come in."

  As the bus set off we all went quiet and remained that way for the entire
two hours plus it took to reach our destination,  a heavily wooded property
in the hills outside the city. Although it was only just past eleven in the 
morning a barbeque lunch was ready and most fanged in with gusto, having no
appetite for breakfast on arising earlier. Eventually we were lined up like
soldiers and we skinnier chicks were separated from  those of more generous
proportions, with around twenty in each group.  Corry was the last selected 
for the rounder set and wasn't at all happy about being parted from her pal  
in facing the unknown.

  We were taken to a large bedroom in the romanesque villa and told to pick
a costume each, although colour was really the only selection criteria, all 
of the diaphanous garments being of one size. I chose a pearly white one of
two strips of fine, transparent fabric with a pair of ties at one end, gold
bias binding around the edges and velcro waist-fasteners hidden behind gold
buttons.  

  The lady in charge of us, a blonde named Hilary in about her mid-twenties,
inspected us all closely to ensure we'd all had our full waxes as ordered a
few days earlier. All but two were satisfactory and they were sent awat for
remedial depilation  while the rest of us applied pale pink nail polish and
makeup as directed by Hilary, giving us all a rather uniform look, although,
due to our time spent at the beach, we all had different skin hues from the
dark brown of mahogany to a pink-white with freckles. Next we were arranged
in a circle where we plaited the hair of the chick in front of us in single
braids from the crown and pinned tightly into a knob. 

  We were then woodland nymphs and were to do nymph-like things which seem-
ed to be a kind of endless, sexual idyll by a beautiful stream. The sex was
not always welcome, according to who we received it from, but nymphs learnt
to accept the good with the bad. Hilary, who was similarly madeup, would be 
our director and explained the various hand gestures that she'd use to have 
us perform all actions required of us during the taping.  It involved three 
cameras and a number of directional microphones, so the only speaking would
be that person cued to talk.

  As we left for the set we were rejoined by Aimee and Zoe who were then as 
smooth as the day they'd been born and Hilary briefed them as to their duty
in the taping of the video. Three times along the leafy, shaded path we had
to halt before going forward chattering and giggling as we were recorded by
one or other of the camera guys. It felt very erotic to walk like that, the
breeze on my bald cunt and the bodice of my dress tickling my hard jiggling 
nipples. 

  By the stream we undressed, although no more was then on display than had
been before we shed our garments,  sitting about on the warm, granite rocks
or wading in the cold pool. A group of slender young males, outnumbering we
females somewhat, drifted down among us and were made welcome by us. Taking
off their loincloths to reveal entirely hairless bodies, they came to us to
embrace, kiss and caress our submissive bodies.

  I knew the guy who came to me was named Keith, but we merely smiled while
we arranged ourselves and proceeded to kiss and caress each other, awaiting
a camera's attention. I saw Hilary point at me and I introduced Keith's hot
cock to my warmly dribbling quim, reciprocating to his strong, slow thrusts
with an equally slow rotation of my hips. We seemed to grind on for so long
that I wanted him to fuck with a bit more speed and force, but all too late
I felt the beginnings of his climax building in his body, then ramming deep
to squirt a good gush of semen into my womb to set off my orgasm.  A camera  
was close to our conjoined crotches as we convulsed blissfully, recording a
creamy dribble around his prick and a short flow of white as he withdrew it
completely.

  A second youth was without a partner and quickly replaced his predecessor 
on me and in me, shagging with a bit more vigour than my previous partner.

  After lunch we returned to the stream for more taping, undressing to laze
and to sun ourselves again. To our astonishment we were suddenly confronted
by a hoarde of hirsute,  humanoid creatures with horns protruding from both 
sides of their heads as well as from the thick fur at their crotches. Their
skins were brown beneath the fur, which appeared to be natural, their large
cocks definitely were and all were uniformly  short in the leg and solid of
build.

  Before I knew  what was happening I was grabbed by three of the creatures
and bourne to the ground  where my legs were forced apart and one fell upon
me as his dick thrust deep within me. Like most chicks I've entertained the
rape fantasy,  but the shock of its actuality was hard to handle initially,
taking me a couple of minutes to come to terms with.  The bloke shagging me
was very physical and I soon allowed myself to enjoy him in the  way nymphs
would, followed in quick succession by his two friends who gave me the full
going over and left me feeling absolutely fucked,  in both meanings of that 
word.

  It seemed that Hilary had resolved to take that tack to try to get facial
expressions which fitted the circumstances and, although she apologised for
our rough treatment, none of the nymphs seemed to care about it by then. My
own pussy was nicely warmed up for any further shagging that day, despite a
few bruises, while the other chicks seemed to feel the same about things. A
matter I found difficult to come to terms with was the need to be come upon
externally rather than inside,  especially with the cameras disconcertingly
in one's face, so to say.
  
  Avril had taken four guys, she told me, and was feeling pretty pleased at 
her performance in the stutty stakes.  Only half of the nymphs had received
a shagging that morning, so the lot of us would be back there the following 
morning to wrap up the taping.

  The day found our group involved in sex with the larger chicks dressed as 
Little Bo-peep sort of shepherdesses. Ignoring their wooly charges they got
their gear off to begin slurping at our snatches or insisting we do it with
theirs, a general orgy ensuing.  As previously we refrained from our climax 
until the cameras were literally in our faces to capture the moment for our
future viewers, every orgasm entirely genuine in our movies.

  I finished up with Corine, the erstwhile bible-thumper, with whom all sex
had become of an obsession since first experiencing it a few months earlier
in the year. She had a natural aptitude for it and caused me the most acute
orgasm I could ever remember, enough to make Lainie accuse me of overacting.
It was mind-blowing, not to mention other areas of the anatomy.

  The last session involved sex with the older males, mainly members of the
crew, dressed as sort of hillbilly looking woodsmen with axes on shoulders.
They peered through the foliage at us before getting their overalls off and
grabbing and violently shagging us in a manner that would constitute a rape 
under the normal rules of society. 

  I've never been raped and never want to be, but I knew that something was 
afoot and, after the previous day's surprise, wasn't concerned about taking
part in whatever was about to happen.  We screamed completely believably as 
the guys rushed in, struggling while they held us down to insert their ugly
organs into our pretty pussies,  gasping and sighing as we were filled with
male members. I don't know what it is, but there was something quite erotic
about struggling to keep a guy from penetrating one's cunt and I found that
I was extremely aroused at our sexual tussle.

  I got mine from this Eurasian guy, Jamie, the absolute master of fuckers; 
an experience I regard as one of the seriously great nookies of my lifetime. 
He made me come long before he pulled out to give me a semen facial for the 
cameras. 

                                     *                                     
AVRIL
  
  We'd been very pleased with ourselves and our activities during our times
as actresses,  taking every opportunity to let Laura know what she'd missed
out on.  She didn't mention her own adventures at all and it wasn't until I
talked to Celia Rourke  during a break between lectures one morning that we
got any inkling of how  much further than us that she'd gone along the road
to genuine sluttiness. Melissa and I were appalled when, eventually, we got 
the details out of her, but thrilled and proud to go with it. 

  Laura had been the dowdy, shy member of our cohort and Melissa and I were
not at all sure about letting her flat with us because of her shortcomings.
It became the only viable economical course when  we were unable to find an
attractive substitute,  Laura surprising us on joining the sinning at Joe's
place.  Now, with money, she looked very glamourous when she set off on her
regular whoring excursions. Mel and I continued to act in porn video, Laura  
sometimes joining us, but we were both still too prim to seriously consider 
selling our sexual favours.  Her enthusiasm for sex knew no bounds as she'd
happily perform for the cameras with two or three partners to our one, then
service clients both midweek and at weekends  without her studies suffering
from the effort she put in.

  It was Mel who finally forced  the issue with the observation that if two
chicks like Gina and Celia had found a demand for their services,  it would
be relatively easy, she thought, to find a market for our own.  I was a lot
less certain than she was about the matter  because she had the hard figure
and face of an adolescent, like Tara and Celia,  while I had the appearance
of a woman in her mid twenties.  If that sounds like a weak excuse, it most
likely was,  although for some reason I just couldn't make myself accept an 
obvious flaw in my thinking;  that I'd already sold my body for a financial
consideration.  

  On another saturday evening without any acting date, Mel and I farewelled   
Laura on her way out to sin,  Mel holding the cell phone which our flatmate
had left with a conspiritorial wink to her.  When it eventually rang, as we
knew it must because there were always  more clients than time for Laura by 
then,  it was like a venomous snake which neither of us wanted to touch nor
even acknowledge. 

  "Hello?" answered Mel after many rings and it hadn't rung out.

  "Hi, Tara," she grimmaced.  "Oh, I'm keeping Avril company. No, I haven't
really thought about going into it. I don't really think it's me, do you?"

  She blushed and tried to hand the phone to me, but I brushed her away.

  "Oooh, I couldn't Tara, truly," she whined into the instrument. 

  Reddening even further as she listened,  she eventually agreed to go with
the other and let the guy look her over as well as vice versa.  Tara was at
our door within twenty minutes I fastened Mel's zipper before they went off 
holding hands.  Mel hadn't needed much persuading after airing her thoughts 
about the matter earlier that week,  but I was surprised at just how easily 
she embraced the notion of whoring.  It made me, the outgoing and confident 
one, looking tame by comparison with our adventurous flat mate who'd really 
taken hold of her life to  make up for her conformity at highschool. An odd 
thing about it was that Laura  was still seen as a bit of a dog by the male 
students,  she was never invited out on a date, while making more than just 
good  money as a call-girl around the classier hotels in the city.  If only 
they knew.

  In my own case I'd been asked out on several dates,  but not for a second 
time after failing to come across on the first.  We'd gained reputations as
being frigid:  a pretty funny outcome after what we'd undertaken by the end
of our initial sophomore semester,  but having the effect of preserving our
good names among the student body.

  The phone rang several times, but I left it unanswered before it occurred 
to me that it might be one of the others wanting something.

  "Hello?" I greeted.

  "Oh, is that Lori?" enquired a cultured, male voice.

  "No, she's not in at present," I told him. "She's on a date."

  He chuckled at this.  "Can I interest you in a date then? I'm Bret by the
way, a friend of Lori's."  

  "I don't," I told him quietly. "The other girls do, but I don't."

  "Do you mean 'yet' or 'ever'?" he wanted to know.

  I blushed deeply.  "I don't know really. My best friend's out there doing
her first one right now and we do everything together."

  "You sound as if you've thought about it."

  "I have, a lot, but I can't see me doing that."

  "For moral reasons?"

  "No, not at all."

  "You're clean?"

  "Yes."

  "Like sex?"

  "Lots."

  "And now that you're free to indulge yourself and make big tax-free bucks 
on the side, something's holding you back?"

  "Yes, me.  It's an irrevocable step to sell your sexual favours. It's the
absolute end of one's girlish innocence, no matter what kind of a whore you
are when you give it away,  you become a different person after you receive
even one payment for sex."

  "That's a bit heavy," he murmured.

  "Sex and virginity are weighty subjects for women,  even in modern times.
Guys are encouraged to get on with sex,  even gays, but chicks have to hold
back."

  "And you'll be holding back for the forseeable future?"

  "I guess so."
 
  "Would a hundred over the normal fee relax your grip?"

  I blushed, wondering why I was having so much difficulty with the propos-
ition which my friends accepted so much more willingly, knowing that it was 
only a matter of time before I joined them to obviate my deep embarrassment 
of being the odd-woman-out.  I knew they would never mention it, especially 
Laura,  but there was the matter of contributing equally that would require
a greater financial outlay on my part.  And anyway, how could I allow Laura
to remain the leader in what we did.

  "Not yet,"  I chuckled, tickled at the notion of a guy bidding big for my 
sexual favour.

  "Two, I'm desperate."

  We eventually terminated the call and I received several  more during the  
next hour,  all in the same vein, all finding my hesitancy a challenge with
the bids climbing to treble the going  rate for a short time to be my first   
paying client.  Guys, it seems, like the idea of morally corrupting a young
woman and being first to take advantage of her fall from grace.

  Bret rang back in due course, when I told him of what had transpired with
all my potential clients.  I had absolutely no intention of whoring on that
night, it was something for the future, but when he mentioned the amount of
four times the fee for a short time I realized that nobody would ever again
offer me that kind of money to spread my legs for sex.  I accepted before I
went to shower and change into my black, leather miniskirt, black, lace top
stay-ups and a gold halter, wearing a black overcoat to hide my provocative
outfit. 

  Within thirty minutes I was at the door of his hotel suite,  trembling in
anticipation,  but realizing that the acceptance of his proposition was the
moment I'd actually become a prostitute and that  whatever happened follow-
ing that was merely the consumatiom of our agreement.  I tapped lightly and  
was happy to be admitted immediately; greeted amiably by a nice fit-looking 
guy in his mid-forties who dropped his robe before I inspected his slender,
purple, erect penis under the bedside lamp. I saw no lesions and inexpertly
slipped a condom over his prick and stroked it as he reached into my top to
fondle my breasts and tweak my distended nipples to make me sigh passionate- 
ly at his delightful touch.

  I quickly undressed, he told me I was gorgeous, probably the truth from a 
mature, married guy, before he drew me down on to the bed where I noticed a 
Viagra container on the bedside table.  I didn't really know whether or not 
he left it there by accident or just to reassure me, but it did the latter. 
If sex was on the agenda I wanted it to be fun, not a chore.

  His cock was rock hard as I lay back and guided it to my eager twat, felt
a sinful thrill when his knob made contact with my lubricated  vulvar lips, 
then the satisfaction that comes with the complete penetration of one's hot
twat.  It was no chore, I decided, luxuriating in a sensation of debauchery 
in which I had no actual responsibility: I could just lie there and let the
fucking occur me, take the money and go.

  On elbows and knees he began sliding his love wand in my moist pouch with
a comfortable cadence as I stroked and caressed his back and flanks with my
fingertips. I felt great, knowing that I was capable of satisfying this man
and any other I chose to be with in that way. Having an orgasm would be the
icing on the cake, but not a prerequisite for me as a courtesan.

  As matters transpired I did experience a climax, a good one too, then lay
with Bret, still coupled, in the afterglow of our love until I brcame aware
of his cock rising and hardening inside me once more.

  "Jeez," I giggled in wonder. "That stuff really does the job."

  He looked up at the plastic container on the bedside cabinet.

  "I haven't taken one tonight, it was there for insurance. You're so sexy,
a serious horn-bag.  Come on, on top," he chuckled, rolling us over without
uncoupling.

  I rocked back and forth on my knees, rotating my bottom to slide his cock 
in and out of my drooling cunt, dangling my swaying tits in his face to nip
and tongue the swollen tips. Closing my eyes and letting my senses go where
they would, I screwed him with increasing tempo until we were both in a hot
lather of unbridled sensation, gasping and moaning abandonedly with lust. I
remember coming violently, but nothing more until I awoke again to find him
gently thrusting in and out from the rear.

  It was three in the morning when I arrived home, Mel looking very pleased 
to see me and Laura happy that I'd joined the ranks of the frail sisterhood.

                                     *

LAURA 

  We all graduated at our first try. Melissa and Avril went out to work and
I stayed on to complete my doctorate.  We all married; Melissa first, Avril
a few years later and me at thirty-two. I was pregnant to my fiancee of two
years standing, so it was sort of a shotgun affair, although something of a
joke amongst our friends. It would have been a lot less of a joke if it had
occurred at home during my high school years. The Three Slutsketeers remain
firm friends and occasionally reminisce about our naughtiness, having to be
terribly careful that neither children nor spouses are within earshot.