Chase Goes to College Ch. 04 Pt. 02

"This pose is harder than the others, so I'd like to get through it as quickly as possible." he began, expressing his consideration, "What I want you to do is pick up your knees and put them on your chest." he waited until all the girls had complied. "Now I want you to scoot over to the girl next to you until your hip is pressed up against hers and your butt is pressed up against your partners." The girls all gave Chase puzzled expressions.

He knelt next to Gabby. "Put your arm around my neck, lift yourself up, and scoot over to Ali." He put an arm behind her neck and the other under her knees, under her calves. When she lifted herself, he picked her up and carried her the short distance to Ali's hip and set her down, the two women now pressed together hip to hip.

Gabby quickly nibbled at Chase's ear. "Forget Ali, I'll give you head you'll never forget. You'll come begging for more." As he set her down, his five o'clock shadow drug briefly across her bare flesh. A trail of goose pimples showed evidence of his path across her breast and nipple. Gabby softly cooed her pleasure.

He moved around to help Candi. He had purposefully brought Gabby to Ali. This way he wouldn't have to help Ali. He would bring everyone to her. As he lifted her into place, he quietly asked how she was doing. She whispered back, "I'm horney too. And I don't want to wait. You need to do something or we're never going to finish. Fuck us all if you have to." he looked at her in disbelief but nodded his understanding.

He moved to help Karlisha and knelt at her side. When she put her arm around his neck, she licked all the way up to his chin. He put his arms around her as he had the others and put her next to Candi.

"You're horney too, I take it." he stated simply.

"God, yes!" came her eager reply.

"What do you want from me?" he asked with bewilderment in his voice.

"Putting your hand between my legs would be a start." she offered brightly.

He did not respond to her suggestion but continued, "Ok, this is where it gets more difficult. Put your feet up against your partner's feet, keep your hip pressed against your neighbor, and your buns against your partner's. Use your hands to support your thighs until we are ready to shoot. As the girls somewhat awkwardly put their feet up, he guided them to the level he had planned. "Good, hold that." he directed.

He readied the cameras, "Excellent, now hold your legs where they are and drop your hands to your tummies." Chase quickly shot a short sequence, "Okay, relax."

He was surprised when the girls rolled onto their sides and started to get up. "Wait, wait, wait! Don't get up yet." he called. "There is one more position in that set. If you get up now, you'll just have to lie down again."

Ali was the first up. "Look, that is not a comfortable way to lie. I need to stretch for a minute." she stated unapologetically, then walked away. The other girls also stood and stretched, though they were less confrontational. Soon the young women were gathered again around the food trays. Their voices were muted but rising.

He gave them some space. They were obviously going on about something. After a few minutes, he approached the huddle. "Ladies, shall we get started?" he asked formally, then bowed and made a sweeping gesture toward the well-lit backdrop.

"Hold on." stated Ali firmly, "We're not ready yet." He looked at his watch. It wasn't late, but Ali hadn't even started her set yet.

"How much longer?" he asked with just a hint of impatience.

"We're not going anywhere until you service us." she demanded.

He looked at her quizzically. "Service you? What are you, a car? You want me to change your oil or something?" he retorted.

"No dipshit. We're all horney, naked, a little drunk, and horney as hell. Now stop swinging that cock around and start fucking." Ali stated authoritatively, as if she had the right to dictate to him. His irritation was building. He could quit now, but there was still a couple of shots he wanted to get.

"Yeah, right. I'm just going to fuck you while everybody watches - or do you want to get fucked in a bathroom stall, like some cheap whore?" he replied, his voice conveying his irritation nearing anger.

"No, we're going to take turns. The other girls can watch if they want, but each of us gets a turn with you, right here, right now - or no more goddamn pictures." she slurred.

"Really, and what, I'm just a sex toy for you? I'm just supposed to be a cock and just take whatever shit you give me?" he retorted hotly.

Ali sauntered up to him and put an arm around his neck, pulling his face toward hers. "Here's what is going to happen. You're going to lie on your back, blindfolded. Each girl is going to have five minutes with you to do whatever she wants." she explained like a gangster.

He was about to respond angrily, but she cut him off. She pressed her free hand to his lips. "You can refuse, if you like. We can all go home right now, but the camera and all the film stays with me if you leave. You won't have to do anything you don't want to, but you're going to do this if you want these pictures."

He stood up straight, breaking her grip around his neck. "First off, if I want to leave - I will, with the cameras and the film. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Second, if I want to have sex with you, that's up to me - not you. Thirdly, just so you know, we can stop now. I have enough for this assignment. You're the one who's got nothing, and I mean nothing, for the assignment. Think on that before you make any demands." Turning on his heel, he stormed away. Grabbing his duffle bags, he started packing away the gear.

As he was preparing to breakdown the large format camera and put it away, he felt a gentle touch around his waist as a soft arm slid around him. Candi was at his side. "Are you okay?" she asked timidly. "You looked pretty angry a minute ago."

He stopped what he was doing and turned to face her. "I'm sorry Candi. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I never would have dragged you into this if I had known." he apologized sincerely, looked her deeply into her eyes, and hoped that he could find her sweet forgiveness.

Candi put her arms around him, burying her face in his powerful chest. "No need to apologize. I've been having fun, right up to now." Now it was her turn to apologize, "I have a confession to make. I kind of told the girls you were a great lover and I guess that got them thinking about sex and stuff. I'm really sorry." She hoped she hadn't crossed a line with him. He had been good to her even though in her mind he had no reason to.

He hugged her warmly. "It's okay, really. I should be flattered. What guy wouldn't want to have sex with four gorgeous women. Isn't that every guys fantasy?" he reassured her, "I thought you might not be okay with that, you know, because we've been close and all."

She looked into his face and smiled, "I'm the one that told you to fuck all of us, remember?" She reached for his member and grasped it. "Bring your friend and let's play, okay?

Candi lead Chase back to the backdrop. All the other girls stopped talking and looked expectantly at her. "Here is what is going to happen. Chase will lie on his back blindfolded, each girl gets four minutes. If he isn't hard, you have to get him hard. If he cums, you have to clean him up - every drop. After you finish, you have to clean him up. If he doesn't like what you're doing, you have to stop. If you do it again, your turn is over. Is everyone clear on the rules?" Candi glared at each girl until she nodded her understanding.

She continued, "I will write a number on a slip of paper and put into a bag. The number you draw will determine when your turn is. During your turn, you must be silent otherwise the blindfold will be pointless."

She went to her purse, retrieved a pen and a scrap a paper. She did as described and presented the purse to the closest woman. "Now take your number and don't read it out loud or show Chase." Each girl quietly reached into the purse and received her number.

Candi lead Chase to the center of the backdrop. "Wait, just a sec." She quickly hurried over and returned with a thin blouse and a pillow. She wrapped the blouse around his head covering his eyes. "Lie down, please." she said pleasantly. She placed the pillow under his head before it met the floor.

"Ok, show me, who has number one?" Candi asked quietly. Gabby excitedly waved the scrap of paper. "Ok. He's waiting." she whispered to the faintly olive-skinned young woman. Gabby excitedly hurried to the prone man.

He was intrigued by what was going to happen, uncertain how it would turn out. Would he be able to keep it up that long?

Gabby gently pushed his knees apart to allow her to kneel between them. Hungrily, she rubbed her hand up and down his hairy legs, slowly working closer to the area locked into her vision. As her hands rubbed his inner thigh nearer and nearer his groin, his member started reacting; the flaccid tube enlarged and grew in length. Gabby cooed her approval and Candi immediately shushed her with a stern expression.

He laughed softly, "Well, it's obviously not Candi between my legs. Miss Candi, do the rules allow me to touch someone else while a girl is having her 'turn'?"

Candi looked at the other two girls who were both nodding enthusiastically. "Yes, Mister Chase, the rules do allow you to touch the girl whose turn it is or another girl. You don't get to choose the girl, nor is her identity to be made known to you." she stated formally, like a judge at trial.

"Awesome!" declared Chase. "I want my hand on tits, right now." Gabby was too intent on the stiffening flagpole to move to comply. Karlisha and Ali both rushed to kneel at either side of him. He was surprised when he felt female flesh against both his arms. Raising his hands, he softly groped for the fleshy orbs he knew where hovering near him. His right hand found Ali's pert dome first, the proud nipple hard and protruding. His fingertips caressed the firm flesh unhurriedly; he knew he had four minutes before the next turn.

His left hand slowly found Karlisha's flesh. He slowly worked his way across her bare flesh; his mind focused on each hand briefly but enjoyed the sensations collectively. Ali's breath increased as his fingertips slowly worked toward the summit of her right breast. Goosebumps sprouted like weeds in time-lapse videos. Eager for satisfaction, Ali grasped his wrist, pressing it firmly against her aching bosom, pinching his fingers against the protruding knob on her right breast.

"Oh, Miss Candi, is that allowed?" he asked playfully, like a child tattle telling on another. "Couldn't that be construed as two women having their turn?" he queried.

Candi watched Ali use his arm like a prosthetic limb to massage her breast and twist the nipple. She wanted him to be doing that to her. She swallowed, "I'll allow it."

Karlisha, equally impatient for her own satisfaction, heard the verdict and immediately moved to position his other hand between her thighs. 'Now, that's what I was talking about.' she muttered to herself. Already dripping wet, she pressed his hand into her folds; she needed no preamble. His fingers were welcomed to warm moist flesh. She worked his fingers in and out of herself, drawing pleasure with each stroke.

Gabby was too preoccupied to care that her love machine was distracted. He was at full mast; the pole throbbed with each heartbeat. Gabby quickly stood, pressed his legs together and straddled them, facing his feet. She squat over his groin, her wetness leaked onto the pulsating meat below her. She reached down and found the missile and guided it into her launch tube, moaning with pleasure. She slowly started pistoning up and down, completely oblivious to the other sounds of sex behind her.

"It would appear that my hands are not my own." he half joked. Ali and Karlisha both manipulated his hands to suit their own satisfaction. "I would like some tits in my mouth, if the judge will allow it." he offered invitingly, the sensation of his cock inside Gabby causing brief interruptions of his words.

"I'll allow it." Candi replied officially, then pressed her lips to his. The upside-down kiss was new to them both; each relished the virgin territory of the other's inverted mouth.

"Wow! That's not tits, but equally awesome!" he exclaimed breathily.

Candi's tongue lingered inside his oral cave, wrestling with his. In between breaths she whispered throatily, "This is so hot. You should see yourself right now. I want you so bad. I want these sluts to watch while I fuck your brains out." She bit his earlobe for emphasis and started kissing her way down his neck.

Ali came out her fog long enough to notice that Karlisha had taken a more aggressive approach to solving her hunger issues. With some effort, she wrestled his hand from her breast and put it between her legs. Hurriedly, she shoved his thumb up her snatch. Grasping his wrist firmly, she pulled up sharply; his thumb pierced her folds. She again pulled his hand upward until it impacted her puffy folds and perineum. Repeatedly, she pushed and pulled the fat digit inside her up and down like a short penis. She started muttering incoherently. The strike of his hand against her most sensitive parts was driving her toward the madness/satisfaction she craved.

Karlisha reached orgasm first, her ministrations on her clit paid out in Vegas style; she screamed obscenities while her body shuddered. She held herself erect until the fit passed then collapsed on the floor next to Chase. His hand slipped free of the sloshy, velvety cavern. She rolled onto her back, panting like a sprinter.

Gabby settled into a rhythm of clenching on the upstroke and relaxing on the downstroke. She felt his missile start to expand, signaling the impending launch. She focused on the intensity of the lewd acts she was performing, drawing on the satisfaction of having sex with the man she had been lusting for since the first day of class. Fingering her clit and clenching tightly, the tsunami of climax crested and broke upon her. Spasming on his missile, it ignited and launched inside her, filling her insides with his cream.

He relaxed as the last of his rocket fuel expelled itself into the young woman. The powerful climax left him listless, his energy temporarily diminished. He pulled his hand from a frustrated Ali who hadn't satisfied herself yet. He stopped gnawing playfully on Candi's full breast. Candi noticed his lack of activity and came out of her blissful state and focused on the activity (or lack thereof) around her.

"The ride is over." Candi quipped, "Everyone please clean your toys and return them to their proper condition." she said using an airport announcer voice. Ali groaned in frustration, but grudging started licking and sucking her juices off his hand. Karlisha had her wits about her. She was already enjoying his fingers in her mouth when Candi made her announcement. Gabby reassembled herself, having collapsed onto Chase's thighs. She let his softened launch vehicle slip from her white jelly filled grotto, then positioned herself between his legs again.

He continued to lie lethargic while the girls did their "cleaning" detail. Gabby now alert again, eagerly lapped at his sloppy delivery device. She savored the comet cleaner taste and hint of salt of his rocket fuel and smelled her familiar bouquet of feminine fluids. She took him inside her, gently sucking and using her tongue as a cushion and a friction pad. She took pleasure in licking his sticky balls. She drew contentment from having satisfied this Greek god-like man, knowing that he had made this mess because of what she had done. She continued licking and sucking his groin, lapping the salty sweat between his legs. She was pleased to see the flaccid member start to fill again.

Gabby was about to grasp his engorging member when Candi announced that playtime was over, and it was time to get back to work. The girls groaned collectively but didn't refuse. He had held up his end of the bargain, now they needed to do theirs.

He stood carefully, still slightly drained but greatly more relaxed. "Ok. Ali, please lie down here. This time Karlisha, you lie down next to her. Good, put your knees on your chest. That's right, just like that. Now Candi, you lie down with your butt against Ali's. It would probably be easiest to lay on your side in fetal position then roll onto your back."

Candi laid down as instructed and tucked her knees in. Chase realized she wouldn't be able to roll onto her back with her knees tucked in, so he knelt in front of her. Gently lifting her chocolate colored, smooth legs, he helped her roll onto her back.

He let his hand slip to her exposed flower and tenderly let it rest there just a moment. Then he whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry you didn't get to cum back there. But you know I'm good for it." he offered.

"Good for it?" she quipped, "Try good at it." and smile a broad grin. He couldn't help but smile back.

"Alright, now Gabby your turn." Gabby quickly assumed the same position that Candi had and waited for Chase to help her as he had Candi. He knelt in front of Gabby, preparing to help her onto her back.

As he bent over her, Gabby reached up and pulled his face to her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she whispered excitedly, "That was amazing. If there is anything you ever want or need, just ask - I mean it!" she exclaimed.

He smiled awkwardly, he wasn't sure how he should feel right now. She had just used him as a sex toy to satisfy her own prurient needs. "Um. Ok. You're welcome." he offered quietly.

He lifted her limbs as she moved into her designated slot. He couldn't help but look at her exposed slit, curious to see if he was leaking out of her. He felt a certain pride when saw drops of himself like a dew on a flower, on her flower.

Realizing he was staring, he looked around to see if anybody noticed. Everyone had noticed, but not everyone comprehended what he was staring at. Gabby made knowing expressions with her face but remained silent.

Quickly standing and putting on his professional mannerism again, he stated, "Everyone ready? This will probably be the hardest set." The girls snickered at the unintended pun. Ignoring their mirth at his expense he continued, "This time, I want you to put your legs straight up, like a Bettie Paige pinup poster. Initially, I'd like you to support your legs with your hands, then we'll do a few shots of just your legs in the air."

He paused. When no one moved, he continued, "Ok. Legs up!" A colorful grove of lady legs sprouted from the floor. Their feet hovered around in the air, making tiny circles. "Excellent. Now, put your legs against your new partner's legs, there you go. Straight up. Good. Support your legs with your hands on your knees. Ok. Ali, Candi, a little more toward Candi, please. Good. Now hold that for a couple of minutes."

Chase hurried to the nearby table and took the prepared camera in hand. "Everyone ready?" he asked. When no one responded negatively, he directed, "Ok, every point your toes - like a ballerina. Excellent!" He repeated the process as he had before. "Very Good!." he praised them honestly, "This time, drop your hands to your sides. Good. Hold it! Pointed toes. Ready? Go!" He quickly shot the sequence sensitive to the growing discomfort the girls must be feeling.

"Excellent. Can we do one more or do you need to rest your legs?" he asked considerately. A chorus of "Rest!" came from the young women. "Okay, let's take a few minutes then." he offered.

"Forget that! It's my turn, um, I mean it's someone's turn." shot out Ali.

"Turn for what?" asked Chase incredulously, "We're working now. You'll get your turn when we're done." he finished pointedly.