Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 19:04:43 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn. Part Eight.

   This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  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.

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