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Part Eight.
Well the film opens with a slow pan shot of the girls parading themselves about the harem, until the camera settles on me. My breasts and nipples clearly visible through the filmy gauze. One of the girls is pouring me a glass of wine but is distracted by laughter from the moving girls so that the wine pours down between my breasts and over my stomach. (Oh sod following the script like this!)
Well she starts to lick the spilt wine from my body and finishes up by going down on me. Babs was her name, but in the film we were both wives of the Caliph.
Well Babs was good in what she did, her tongue was a delight to feel. She was as good with her tongue as most men with their fingers. It caressed and stroked, burnt and cooled, aroused and satiated the bud of my clitoris. It licked the folds and creases of my vulva enough to bring me to an orgasm without penetration, and Karl was good in his filming of this interaction.
I must interrupt at this point to say that I have seen many Blue Movies, and they were appalling. Not just for the poor lighting, no story line, too long on the thrusting and/or sucking of rampant and sometimes disfigured cocks, but that the female genitalia are not the most attractive of sights to be seen in close up. Here I have been most fortunate in that respect, that mine is tight and firm and not over developed as to be unsightly. So Karl did good work in his filming to catch the pink tongue of Babs flicking through the soft pink flesh, to touch and excite the glowing red bud of my clit.
The Caliph enters the harem and settles himself down on some cushions and his page stands by his side while the slave, an eunuch, stand behind them.
The Caliph gesticulates with his hand for his wives to parade before him. As they pass by, he is playing with the pageboy's dong, bringing it to a full erection and eventual ejaculation. With a look of disgust on his face at the dripping cock in his hand, he sideswipes the boy away and beckons me to come forward.
On hand and knees, I crawled to him and pulled out his erection and took it in my mouth. I suck and work on him, and as is the norm for these films, take my head away from his throbbing cock as he shoots his sperm up into the air for me to try and catch what I can with my mouth, and then going back down on him to lick him clean.
The next scene is of the pageboy encouraging the girls to attempt to get the eunuch to get an erection. He pulls down the pantaloons of the eunuch to reveal a long limp dick. (Good filming on Karl's part. No sign of any balls on the eunuch. We couldn't go that far as to castrate another new recruit, to whom I forgot to name as Paul Walker).
So the girls made sport of him, bringing him to an erection by showing him their tits while taking it in turns to stroke him, till that magnificent organ stood out proudly in front of him. The girls then taking turns to suck upon it.
The camera then swings round to the wall as my lover climbs over and jumps down into the harem. I rush over and embrace and kiss him. In a flash, I am flat on my back with him kneeling between my legs, his hard throbbing cock slowly pulsating as he slowly lowers himself and pushes it into me. Just the sight of his big organ had made me wet, and so it made it easy for him to push that wonderful big piece of flesh, that pulsating muscle, inside of me. The engorging filling of me was enough to send me into spasms, and as soon as his balls slapped my arse I came. I swear I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he reamed me, scratching me as he slid in and out. My stifled moans were not the usual faked groans that you see and hear in most films. Mine were real!
It was hard for me to lie back still as he pulled out to hold his cock as his sperm shot out in spurts, splattering up onto my chest. I was still crying out inside for that little bit more which you do not get when making a film.
So after smearing his come over my tits and sucking my fingers, I let him slide up over my chest for me to take his still rigid tool into my mouth. The sticky end being licked clean before taking as much of his length in as I can. (I don't think I'll ever achieve what Linda Lovelace was able to accomplish, though I do know of one who did!) With a fondle of bare tits, he's back off climbing the wall and away.
Whilst we'd been having it away, the pageboy had been watching and now came forward to me in my dishevelled state, and said that if he didn't get a piece, he would inform the Caliph.
So again I am fucked, but in the doggie fashion this time. Good camera shots of his huge organ sliding in and out of me and of my heavy breasts swinging to and fro with every thrust he made. Boy, was he big. Even in the middle of him banging me, I was thinking of other film scenarios where we could make use of his big weapon in whatever orifice I could offer. I lost count of how many times I came between the two of them.
Then he suddenly pulled out of me and sent his stream of sperm onto my back, and the girls started screaming and squealing and came rushing over to lick my back and suck the residue from his still erect cock. I must say I liked the way he stood there, this small man with his huge erection jutting out in front of him. His hands were on his hips while the girls slobbered over the dripping penis. (We actually had to flavour the colouring for his body, and keep applying it as the girls kept licking so much of it off.)
What I also liked was the camaraderie that existed amongst us. It wasn't unusual for all of us, with the exception of Karl and Lennie, to sprawl around on the set completely naked, talking over the next scenes.
I would ask one of the girl's to arouse one of the men and when he was erect, would go down on him to show whoever it was to be in that next scene, how I wanted it done for Karl to get the best of the action. The placement of her head and how to take the man's penis into her mouth. I had no inhibitions now of sucking a man off with others watching, or being fucked either.
We did eventually make a documentary on the making of a pornographic film and it virtually became the bible to the up and coming producers, directors and actors of this genre. It sold well, but we were well established before we did this, so it took some years before the newcomers were able to match the quality of our films.
Lennie was our diamond in his field. He found, but wouldn't say where, lights no bigger than my thumbnail which could give perfect light in the closest of intimate shots. It looks good on film, but with your legs as wide open as you can get them, even with somebody helping to keep them wide so that Lennie and Karl can still get underneath the body of the person who is on top doing the fucking.
Anyway, back to our lay about sessions where we lay naked talking about whatever cropped up, penises excluded. Then one of the girls piped up about their sessions with the farmer, and wasn't it about time that one of the men took a turn with him? I could have kissed her! I had been wondering about how to bring up the subject myself, and now here it was.
How about it you guys?' I said, These girls have been taking care of this bloke once a week, and have been doing so since we started here. Why can't you come up with some scam to get this guy off of our back?'
Well he likes woman that's for sure,' said Stephen, so he's not going to go for a man.'
`But he might like boys,' said Frank slyly, giving a sideways look at Giles. I caught the look on Giles face and quickly jumped in.
What a brilliant idea! Isn't it Giles?' I said turning to him. Don't you see it! If you could turn him, and I've no doubt that you could, we can then accuse him of having sex with an underage child!' I leaned over and squeezed his hand and gave him my most winsome smile. `You could save us from financial ruin!'
I leaned over ever closer to him and let my naked breasts brush against his chest as I gave him a kiss. You'll do this for me, won't you Giles?' I breathed into his ear. He kissed me hard back and also whispered into my ear. Ten per cent pay rise?'
`Five.'
`Seven and a half?'
`Done!' I whispered back.
So we all made ourselves comfortable again as they saw we had reached an agreement, still we were oblivious to our naked flesh as we now discussed a plan of action. I had moved and was now sitting next to Giles, stroking his thigh as Karl explained how and where he would put the miniature cameras with Lennie's advice as to how to get the best lighting. Debra, I think it was, shyly putting up her hand to speak, and I had to hide the smile at the incongruity of her shyness to speak as she was lying there, legs akimbo, pussy open to the world, tits atremble as she raised her arm.
`I...I..., well, I've got my son's birth certificate in my things. He's..., he's twelve years old now. Would that help?'
Yes, yes,' I cried, grasping Giles' dick in my fist. You can pass for a twelve year old, can't you Giles?' giving his almost erect prick a quick pump. Please,' I begged, I'd be most grateful,' and bending down, gave the head of his cock a quick suck.
He pulled my head up off his cock and gave me a kiss. Okay, okay,' he laughed, you've given me an incentive. I'll do it.'
The other guys cheered and the girls gave out little screams as they fell upon him, giving him impromptu head and cunnies for him to suck.
I couldn't have written the script, or directed the footage of film that we got from that that encounter, it was that good!
With three cameras planted in the lounge and two in the bedroom, done while the farmer was out, we pieced together a damn good little film. I'll tell it from the finished product.
There's a knocking at the door, and Adam, (that's the name we had given to the farmer), calls out to come in. Giles enters into the farm house sitting room.
`Er...sorry Mr. Adam, but one of the girl's said that she couldn't come tonight and thought that you would rather see me.'
Giles looked perfect in his short trousers, white shirt half hanging out and the tie askew. The camera caught the look of surprise on Adam's face, which quickly turned into a huge smile.
`If the girls' sent you, then I'm very pleased to see you.' You could see the lust in his face as he looked at this young child before him.
`Do you know why they sent you?' Adam asked, sitting forward in his chair.
`Well...well they said I was to...to...please...no, to see to your pleasure,' he stuttered.
`And how was you to do that?' Adam queried, taking a big gulp from his glass before setting it back down on the side table and settling himself back in the chair.
`To...to...do...as...er, whatever you, er, whatever you wanted me to do.'
`Have you ever had sex with a man before?' Adam demanded.
Giles was a perfect picture of innocence as he stood there before Adam, head down, slightly shuffling his feet, hands and fingers slowly working together.
No sir,' he whispered, I'm here to do what you want me to do.' There was a smirk of pleasure on Adam's face.
Put on a record, over there, and dance for me,' he asked, and while it's playing, take off your clothes. Slowly, and in time to the music, and be completely undressed by the time it's finished.'
Giles went over to the record player and slowly, as if reluctantly, flipped through them before pulling one out and putting it onto the turntable. He set the machine working and returned to the centre of the room. Inspirational choice.
As he centered himself on the carpet in front of the fire, he faced Adam as the strains of "The Anniversary Waltz" started to play. Adam immediately leaned over, and with a touch of his fingers, muted most the lighting, leaving just one side light, which enhanced Giles' impromptu dance.
Let the strains of the waltz flow though your mind as you see Giles sway and slowly step to the music as he slowly divests himself of his clothing in time to the beat. (I thought Adam would have twigged when the size of Giles' dong was revealed, but he was far too gone to relate the difference in size to age.) The record finished and Giles stood there naked in front of Adam, who had already pulled his erection from his trousers and was playing with it. Adam beckoned him over with his free hand.
`Come and suck on this.'
Giles did as he was told, and remembering where the position of the cameras were, went down on his knees and took Adam's blood engorged penis head into his mouth and started to suck on him. Adam's hands went up alongside the head servicing him, helping it to move up and down on his shaft, then laying back to enjoy the pleasure of a boy giving him head.
After a few minutes, Adam cried out for him to stop, and pushed Giles off and away from him as he stood up. His cock, purple red with the suffused blood, bobbing up and down as he moved from the chair.
`Stay there! Do not move,' Adam commanded as he left the room. He was gone but a minute before he returned, minus his trousers, his blood red cock sticking out from under his shirt, his hand rubbing something over the head of his throbbing member.
`Turn round and keep kneeling, and lean forward,' he said to Giles, who shuffled round and then placed himself with his hands out in front of him on the carpet and his rear now towards Adam who went down onto his knees between the legs of Giles.
He then grasped his cream covered cock and guided it towards the bum in front of him, but his shirt tails were getting in the way. He savagely ripped the shirt off and cast it to one side. Then with one hand he parted the cheeks of Giles' arse and guided his cock up to the crack with the other.
`Please don't hurt me sir,' Giles begged.
`Just relax son, just relax and you will enjoy it,' he said as he pushed himself forward and fully penetrated him. Adam gave out a big sigh when he was fully inside, and then he slowly began to fuck away at Giles.
The positioning of the camera's had been perfect and we got every thrust as his prick slid in and out of Giles. The mike caught the cries and groans of Giles and the grunts of satisfaction from Adam.
We caught the climaxing of Adam as his body started to stiffen, his hands grasping the hips of Giles tighter, his pelvis moving faster, grinding tight and hard up against the bum he was fucking. Pushing his cock in as far as he could as he shuddered with every pump of semen that he was forcing out into Giles.
After a few moments of stillness, Adam slowly withdrew and stood up, his prick still large, red and glistening as Giles folded himself up on the floor, whimpering and curling himself up into a tight ball. That was my cue and I burst into the room.
Shock, horror and disgust are a few of the emotions that I let flow across my features at the sight of Adam, his cock still standing out proud and naked, hot, red and glistening with his own juices, standing above a whimpering child.
`What have you done?' I screamed hysterically as I rushed over to Giles, and kneeling down, took him into my arms and cuddled him, looking up at Adam.
This is just a boy, you perverted bastard,' I shouted at him. Do you know what you've done?'
The confusion on Adam's face was worth the effort. He blustered that the boy came over saying that the girls said he was to do what I wanted.
You stupid bastard,' I screamed at him. The poor boy's dyslectic. The girls sent him over with the message that you could do what you want later when two of them were going to come over. Did you think, did you really think that they would send over a twelve year old boy? You must be out of your fucking mind!'
I gave Giles another motherly hug and helped him to get dressed and then shooed him out of the house before turning to confront Adam.
I really laid into him verbally, telling him that as we were a film company, all parts of the property were constantly filmed. So in the morning, I would present him with a copy of the film of what had just taken place, a copy of the boy's birth certificate, and shortly after that, a warrant for his arrest for having sex with an underage minor of the same gender. With that, I stormed out.
There were great cheers when I entered the barn, as they had been watching the confrontation through a monitor. Giles was already being feted and I quickly went over to him and kissed him, telling him that was the best performance I'd ever seen.
You were great yourself,' he replied, you also had me believing what you said. You were terrific!'
Cheers rang out again and glasses were refilled as we drank to what did really turn out to be the first part of a very successful blackmail operation.
Next morning, Adam begged, after viewing the film, that he would do anything if we did not press charges. We let him stew for the whole day after suggesting to him that he should come up with something concrete for us not to press charges. He eventually came up with the answer to which we had guided him.
We could have the farm rent free without further hindrance, if we gave him the film. This we agreed to, but would hold the master copy until we relinquished our tenancy.
That night, as a thank you to Giles, I took him to my bed. No cameras, no film crew, just the two of us. This is a personal thing,' I said, as we went to bed. My way, apart from giving you another seven and a half percent pay rise, of saying, thank you!'
With no encumbrance needed, I stripped all the covers off and lay back naked on the bed and watch him climb up onto the bed and position himself between my open legs. I waited with bated breath, watching his erection swing heavily in front of him, and then he surprised me by going down on me first.
With his fingers spreading my lips, he ran his tongue round the folds of my labia, quick darting flicks across my bud and in and out of the vagina. He nibbled then at my clit as he sucked and sucked till I came, bucking up against his face letting my juices really flow.
I frantically pulled him up and gave out a big sigh as he slid into me. Wet and slippery as I was, I felt every inch of him expand my inside as he filled me with that throbbing iron bar of muscle. The bastard even teased me by withdrawing completely before teasing my clit again with his cock head before plunging himself deep back inside me. I quickly came, and yet again as we rolled about the bed fucking each other.
The enjoyment of that shaft sliding in and out, the waves of pleasure that swept over and through me as I orgasmed again. The tingling of my nerve ends were shattered as I felt every ridge and vein of his tool as it ploughed its furrow, and I held him tight as he reached his peak and came inside me. We convulsed together as our sweat mingled, making sucking sounds as we subsided back on the bed, both of us heaving for breath.
He was a great little man to me and I cherished that night because, three weeks later he was killed in a stupid car accident. A car in front of him had hit something in the road that had just fallen off the back of a lorry in front. This car then went into a broadside skid and then spun, clipping Giles and flipping his car over the central reservation to be hit by a truck going in the opposite direction.
We, that is, our small filming crew were the only mourners at his graveside, not only losing a friend, but an up and coming force in our profession. It took us several days to come to terms with the fact that we were not going to see him anymore. The stalwart Karl was the one to snap us out of our depression by giving us all a good verbal dressing down, and said that the best we could do for Giles was to make damn good films and dedicate one to his memory.
What was decided was that all further issues of "Harem" would carry the dedication. His best film was the one we couldn't use; that one of him with Adam.
We also realised that our blackmail threat over Adam was now null and void, but lucky for us, Adam didn't make the connection with the names in the papers. No pictures were published of Giles, so we didn't tell him and continued on in rent free accommodation.
It was a difficult first year not only for me, but also for my daughter Epsom. I spent as much time as I could at the farm, seeing that the renovation was going right, the filming etc; that I didn't get to spend as much time as I would have liked with her. Beverley was a real brick as far as that went. She acted as a surrogate mother and I can never really repay her for looking after her as she did. She saw to the schooling, the illnesses that children suddenly develop that you find out later was due to certain lessons that day in school, the usual alarm of nits etc. I got home as often as I could to spend at least one day of the weekend with her but I still didn't feel it was enough.
Though I tried to protect her from knowing exactly what it was that I did to make a living, a malicious school friend (?) eventually revealed what I did, and I was very surprised at how adult she seemed when she confronted me with it.
`Mummy. Norma at school said that you make sex films. Is that right?'
`Er...yes dear...I...I make films. Produce them, that is, I get a story and make a film of it.'
`But she said they were sex films.'
`Er...yes, they are. For adults. Films for grown-ups, not for children. How did she find out?'
`Don't really know, but she was saying that you have sex with men on film, you know, them putting their thing inside you and all the rest.'
`Well that's putting it rather crude, but darling, that's what men and women do when they have sex. You know that much and probably more. It's a living and also it's the making of these films that has given us enough money to move out of this dump and buy a new house. I was going to make it a surprise next weekend, but you seem to have pushed me into it before I was ready to tell you.'
Epsom jumped up and clapped her hands.
`Will we have a garden? Can I have a puppy? Will there be room for a pony? Can I...'
`Whoa there, slow down. Yes to the first two, but I'm not sure about the pony. It's got a big garden just waiting for a puppy to dig up the lawn, and you get to go to another school. A better one. One where you can meet some better type of friends.'
Oh,' said Epsom, looking a little crestfallen, what about Beverley?'
`I've already talked to her about it, and she's going to come with us.'
`Great!' she cried flinging her arms around me.
She did the same the next weekend when she saw the house and garden. `It's just fab mom. Not just fab, but great, great, great! Did you get the money from making them films?'
`Those films dear and the answer is yes.'
`Then I want to start making them...those films, and make lots of money too!'
`Oh no you don't young lady. You are going to finish your schooling and get a proper decent job. You won't need to do what I've done to succeed.'
Thankfully Beverley appeared just then with the new puppy and the conversation was ended. It was disconcerting to find out that she named her puppy "Karl". Whether it was because he came back quite a few times with me before, I don't know, and I didn't really want to ask.
Epsom and Beverley stayed at our new house during school terms, but during the holidays, they came down to the farm, though they had to share a room, because the cast had the other rooms, also doubling up. I was the only one to have a bedroom to myself.
We used the house a lot in our films now where a staircase was needed. "Upstairs" and "Downstairs" were two that were wholly filmed inside. As you've guessed, we were making money if I could afford to buy our house out in the country, and we made a lot more with our later films. Though the first one after the death of Giles was a flop. Him not being there had affected us all in spite of the tongue lashing from Karl. But after giving myself a dressing down and then the others, we went on to smash hits that netted us a small fortune.
"Mrs. Jekyll and Miss Hyde", a blatant plagiarism of Stevenson's novel was one, with me taking the title roles. A prim widowed pharmacologist seeking an elixir of youth turning into a raving slut of the first order. You name it, we did it in that film. It was also the second time that I'd been sodomized. Three cocks all at once. One in my mouth, one up my cunt and the other up the arse. It was still painful, but what sensuality. The two hard cocks virtually rubbing themselves together, just a miniscule piece of flesh between them as they fucked me; and how I came!
I was so wet that the one underneath kept slipping out and it was very difficult for Karl to film. It took all of one day for just those few shots, but I enjoyed it. Fulfillment would be the word to use. A big succulent cock in my mouth and two more filling down below was heaven on earth. But again I'm jumping ahead of myself.
It's the story of a prim ageing widow chemist experimenting with drugs to produce an elixir of life. It works to the extent of making her younger, but sexually promiscuous, but with the side effect of ever increasing madness. Shunning men as Mrs. Jekyll but grabbing what men she could when Miss Hyde, and then doing all that she could with them. I couldn't manage the two cocks in my mouth at the same time, but it was fun trying. It was the final scene that put us into the horror genre.
That was also fun but took us nearly a week to film this final scene what with the slow takes, a dummy and lots of props and make-up.
In my dementia, naked, I'm running about on the roof and hurl myself off and am impaled on an estate agents sign post. That's where we used the dummy for the actual impaling, but it happens so quick, even I had a hard job to tell when the switch was made.
The body lands on the top of the sign, it entering between her legs and the top of the stake coming out of the chest between her breasts. The `sold' sign dangles over the entry wound, covering the genitalia. Blood had gushed out from the chest and then it oozed and ran down over the breasts and stomach in the death throes.
I did the actual naked jump off the roof with my legs wide apart, but landed in a massive pile of hay that we'd built up for me to land on. Of course the actual landing part was cut then to the dummy. This had tits made up to my size and up through the body of it was a tube that ended between the two breasts where a large sac of pig's blood was fixed. The dummy sequence was shot in two parts, the first being done slowly, this was then speeded up later in the cutting room, while the second part was done at normal speed. The first part was the lowering of the dummy onto the top of the sign post showing it entering between the legs into the fanny, then when the hands of the people lowering it came into view, the filming stopped. Then it was restarted by them holding the feet out of camera shot and pulling down hard so that the stake came bursting out of the chest with great gouts of blood spraying everywhere, shaking the dummy at the same time to simulate the death throes.
After the initial gouts of blood was where I took over. A prop was used as the stake and fastened between my breasts that was hollow inside but filled with more blood to be released when we were ready to film. I stood on a platform and had a large backrest for me to lay against with a small headrest. The sign just below my stomach covered up the fact that I was standing on something as I stood there laying back as the blood was released from the `stake' and I twitched and thrashed about screaming as the blood flowed out and down over my tits and down my
stomach as I died. The last shot being a slow retreating of the camera showing me dead with my head thrown back, arms limply out from my sides and the blood dripping from the stake and the whole picture of me impaled upon it. Small bushes hid the platform I was standing on.
This scene shocked and made me sick when I first saw it, it looked so real! Karl had surpassed himself on his filming and editing of this scene. If we had been in the legit business, I think he would have won an Oscar.
All he got was me! I was trembling when I first saw this screening. So much so, that I ordered a re-run and told everyone to get out, except Karl. Then while the screen me was running naked over the roof, I was tearing his clothes off. We fell to the floor, and as usual when he sees me naked like this, he gets a hard on. As Miss Hyde jumped off the roof to impale herself, I did just that on his erection. As she bounced about on the stake in her death throes, I did the same on his rampant cock inside me. With head thrown back, arms out wide, I imitated the screen, coming copiously as we fucked during those death throes.
As the film faded, I came up off Karl and turned round and took him into my mouth to take his come as he spurted. Letting him lick my juices as I squatted over his face as I sucked him.
I felt slightly sickened afterwards that I could be turned on by that scene, but that's what happened.
As I said, it was a smash hit. It took a few months to start seeing the returns, but when it started, the money just poured in.
With the film in the can as they say and off to the distributors, I declared a holiday for us all. I announced this at the little party that we now had after every film that we completed. The little speech went down quite well about how hard we had all worked for over a year now, and we deserved a full month off. Much more to the delight of the cast and crew was that I told them that they were all going to get a bonus of a thousand pounds each to spend on their holiday. But, and there always has to be a but to this largesse. Telephone numbers had to be left in case of a change of plans though it would be extremely doubtful. Also that everybody was expected to be back on site on time, as there was another blockbuster in the pipeline.
With much kissing and fondling of genitals, we said goodbyes, wishing everyone a good holiday and a well deserved rest with an added warning. We don't want anyone contracting any sexual complications as you all get enough sex at work, so don't risk it by having a bit on the side. Much laughter followed this as the party broke up.
It was back at the new house that I broke the news to Karl, Beverley and Epsom, that we were all going on a holiday to the States. The U.S. of A. Arizona to be precise. With much whooping and cheering, Epsom and Beverley danced round the room as I explained why to Karl.
There was a small independent film company out there that made a limited number of films per year like ours. Each one made a million dollars. I wanted to visit them and maybe get a few ideas etc.
We had a fun time travelling for a week across the country. Epsom as well as Beverley were enthralled and delighted at the variety of foods on offer at the places we visited. Karl was impressed as I was, at the efficient way the people handled everything from the hotels down to the small roadside diners. Then dumping Epsom and Beverley in an expensive hotel with the largest swimming pool I've ever seen, Karl and I made our way to try and find `Pancho's Villa'.
It was a good job we had been given directions, or we would never have found it, hidden away as it was out in the desert. I'd already spoken to Pancho, and he'd suggested that it would be fun if we were to turn up in some kind of fancy dress.
We duly arrived and knew we were at the right place and got to the poolside and saw the naked girls cavorting about in the water, and some gorgeous hunks of male flesh on view.
Little screams of dismay and flurries of bodies leaving the water and donning robes at the sighting of us. I would have been surprised if they hadn't, seeing as we were dressed as a priest and a nun.
It was obvious that the middle aged man sitting at a table was Pancho, as he was the only one to roar with laughter and he beckoned us over to join him. He stood up as we approached and shook our hands and made introductions to the other people that had gathered there, but only addressing us as father and sister. He knew our names, but I guessed he was having a joke at the expense of the others.
Two of the girls I recognised from some of the films that they had turned out from this place, my eyes having already noticed that nearly all of their films had been shot here. Also, I could not take my eyes off the two stunning boys, Tom and Chris. Six footers, broad shouldered and incredibly handsome. Their swimming costumes did not conceal how well endowed they were, and I could feel more than sweat running down between my thighs as I sat down.
I don't know how nuns can wear such clothes in that weather and I was not wearing any underclothes beneath my habit, but I was still sweating buckets in the heat. We stayed at the table for a while making small talk until the others had drifted away, and Pancho burst out with laughter again and congratulated us on our choice of costume.
You should have seen their faces when you came round the corner of the villa,' he choked out, I wish I'd had the camera set up it was so beautiful.'
We sat talking shop for nearly an hour while drinking cold beer, straight from the bottle. I surreptitiously let some of the cold fluid slip down inside my front, to run down between my breasts and flow on over my stomach to pool with the other fluids between my thighs.
I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter as we sat there talking, when Pancho suddenly noticed my distress. He jumped up from the table with most profuse apologies for keeping us out in the hot sun, and beckoned us inside the villa. He took us through to his studio/bedroom and into the lovely air conditioning, where I gratefully sank down onto a chair below a turning fan while Karl went over with Pancho to his desk area, talking animatedly.
I sat there and with the habit pulled up, used the hem to send waves of cool air up between my legs. When I had cooled down somewhat, I started to look about me and a row of simple charcoal drawings took my eye. I got up and went over to study them closer.
Then I got all hot again between my thighs as they were the most beautiful erotic drawings that I had ever seen. They were of two men, one dark and the white, in sexual poses that really turned me on. That they were so good that I could actually relate to them and feel the weight of that semi erect penis being held in the palm. The adoring look on the face of Chris as he held the end of the erection in his mouth...Oh, I gasped to myself. I'd recognised Chris. That blond hulk outside, and now with a quick look at the other drawings knew that the big erection was that of Tom.
My legs trembled as I studied the drawings that much more. There was no doubt about the love of Chris for Tom. His face positively glowed with it, but Tom's was harder to read. Was it returned love? Compassion? Indulgence? It was hard to tell, but homosexual or not, they were here, and being here meant that they took part in the films, which also led me to believe that they swung both ways. I was determined to stay here till I had sampled both of those two lovely boys.
I unconsciously rubbed my erect nipples through the heavy fabric and then tried to wipe between my thighs and jumped when a heavy arm came across my shoulders.
Turns you on don't they?' Pancho chuckled from behind me. Come here Karl. I want you to see these.' Karl came over and stood beside me.
`Wow! They're great. Did you draw these? They...that's... surely that's...?'
`Sure. It's Tom and Chris, and yes I drew them last year. Magnificent pair aren't they?' Pancho displayed the most gratified expression as we both extolled the virtues of his drawings.
Then Pancho said he would show us to our room and led us from his studio and into a small but well equipped gym. As we entered, another man came through another door and was introduced as Santo who saw to the needs of everybody at the villa. He spoke softly to Pancho who nodded and then turned to us.
`Please excuse me, but I have to see to something. If you just go through that door over there, the first door on the left is your room. All clothing there is for your use and feel free to wear whatever you wish.' He left us there and went off with Santos.
I gripped Karl's arm and whispered fiercely to him. `Now Karl! I want it now!' I was burning inside as those drawings had really turned up my heater and put me over the top with hunger and a desire to be fucked as soon as possible. I lay down on a bench, my legs either side and drew up the bottom of my habit exposing my wetness waiting for him. He started to protest, but with my legs wide open like that was enough to silence him. Like me, he wasn't wearing any underclothes. With his soutane up, his rampant erection made a stark contrast in colour, and I suddenly saw it as a photo negative study of Tom.
Karl could see my urgency and didn't hesitate, and straddled the bench and slid straight up into me. My bare legs came up and over his thighs and I came straight away as we pulled hard against each other and held on tight as we bucked on the bench. The wet slapping sounds were loud as our sweaty bodies met as we furiously fucked on that narrow piece of wood.
So violent were our movements, that we tipped the bench over and tumbled to the floor and separated just as Karl was about to come. I grabbed his cock as the sperm started to jet out and quickly took him into my mouth to finish him off. I held his bucking torso under my body as I sucked and swallowed the residue of his ejaculation.