2 comments/ 14429 views/ 4 favorites Penny in the Movies By: OzmanA All characters depicted herein are eighteen years of age or older. I have not intended to imply, nor should it be inferred that any character is engaged in illegal sex with a minor. ***** I had only gone into the pub for lunch after noticing the blackboard menu item of curried scallops and rice, finding myself drooling at the thought. I'd been walking and, after eating, felt quite relaxed and allowed myself a third chardonnay because I didn't have to drive again that day. The eatery was crowded and when three young ladies sat at my table, I wasn't surprised or put out. None of the trio looked old enough to be on licensed premises, but they had no trouble being served wine and, I then discovered from listening in to their chat, that they were college students. They were talking in conspiratorial tones about the making of a movie and their hoping to get parts; intriguing me no end. I'd acted in a number of high-school productions and enjoyed being told how creditable my performances were, but had remained a frustrated thespian since those days. "Are you here to meet Amanda too?" asked the large-busted, blonde girl on noticing my interest. I have no idea why, but I nodded and they all smiled at me, asking what I knew about the project. I said I was also in the dark about details and it was probably a security thing with the producers. They agreed that it was a probability. "I'm Penny," I introduced myself and the trio; Michelle, Lucy and Jasmin, followed suit. We were soon joined by a dark-haired, young woman in her mid-twenties who introduced herself as Laine and said that she was there for Amanda. After checking the girls student ID cards for proof of age she led us outside to a Coaster bus where we met two other youthful looking girls, Abigail and Suzy, who seemed somewhat apprehensive, but relaxed noticeably when we all boarded the vehicle. Our destination was an older style brick house in a light industrial area. It had been entirely gutted of its interior walls and was then an open plan room with hospital type screens around several alcoves furnished as bed and living rooms, a kitchen, a gym, a bathroom and a games room. I should have woken up then, but my naiveté still blinded me as to what I'd stumbled into. A shower was optional, but took one to freshen up and when I returned to the main room where there were about twenty young males and we nine females. Several of the men, Laine and someone I took to be Amanda were busy setting up cameras on trolleys and lights on a bedroom set with a huge waterbed. 'Oh Christ!' I thought as the penny dropped, it was a porno movie. I had watched a few with my husband Don and he'd tried to interest me in joining an amateur group to 'act' in and film erotic movies, but I'd consistently refused to be in it, although I'd allowed him to photograph me naked and to video-tape me using a large vibrating dildo. However, there was no way that I was ready to flaunt my, to me, matronly figure to strangers in making a movie so it was time I left, but sat a little longer just to see what happened. "Okay folks," called Manda through her little bullhorn. "Screen test time. Are we ready?" A few of the girls shivered and giggled uncertainly while the boys tried to be macho with shouts of 'yeah, ready' and suchlike. "Right, Laine and David will demonstrate before you all emulate them as I nominate you to take over from whoever's performing." Laine and David stood a metre apart gazing lovingly into the other's eyes as they slowly undressed to reveal two fit and fully tanned bodies. He perched on the edge of the bed and she knelt to lick and suck his dick before standing and turning to sit in his lap, sighing luxuriously as his long, plump cock slid delightfully between her stretching vulvar labia and wholly within her eager vagina. "Oooooh," she breathed agreeably, to which he responded, "mmmmmmm." By that time I was in a real state of trepidation as my only options were either to go through with what I could see lay ahead for me or to make such a fuss as to force them to let me out of there. I'd seen Laine locking the doors, so I knew that one of them would have to unlock for me to leave and there would be a degree of embarrassment involved. I'd always gone to great lengths to avoid unpleasantness or drawing undue attention to myself, so I returned to my procrastination despite knowing I'd soon have to make a move. "Craig," called Amanda and a young guy stepped forward and extremely self-consciously undressed himself. He appeared to be in his mid-teens, as were most of the boys present, except for David and Jamie and one or two of the others who appeared to be in their early twenties. However, like the girls they were all university students chosen for their youthful appearance for reasons which weren't immediately apparent to me, but became clear later in proceedings. He had a partial erection which Laine took between her lips and sucked to full engorgement, her whole body moving sinuously as she slid her pussy on one cock and her mouth on another, then had Craig sit on the bed before she took his tool into her unctuous cunt and sucked on David's. He quickly came and she gobbled down a good quantity of semen. "Jasmin and Stanton," called Amanda and that blushing duo stepped forward to divest their seemingly pubescent bodies of garments. Stanton sat on the bed and Jasmin in his lap to engulf his prick; gently undulating her slim hips to slide it in and out of her willing quim as they kissed deeply. Laine arose from Craig's stubby, thick penis and guided it, wet with her love-juices, to Jasmin's mouth. The younger girl didn't hesitate, but took it deeply and drank down his semen when he came shortly afterwards. Buxom Michelle and a youth named Barry were next up and I started feeling panicky, resolving to just say 'no' when my name was called. They couldn't make me do something I didn't want to do. Lucy and Tyrone were next to go, Abigail and Ric, Suzy and Paul, then Hilary and Dan. I held my breath, then expecting my name to be called next and Amanda beckoned me, with Byron. I went forward, smiling shyly at him as I undid the buttons of my dress, dropped it over a chair and stepped out of my shoes before discarding my red bra and panties. Having seen Michelle nude I felt a lot better about my body which was quite an improvement on hers, even after my two children. Naked and blushing all over I bent with my back to him, held his stiff, pink, circumcised prick up vertically against my moist snatch and sat back into his lap. I gasped and thrilled as his swollen knob parted my vulvar lips and his full length slid into my fur-fringed love sheath under my weight, sitting there momentarily with a silly grin on my face, my thighs open wide to display my juicy pussy stretched adulterously around a total stranger's hard penis. Worse still, I seemed no longer subject to the norms of polite society in that my previous embarrassment had all but evaporated and I felt practically no guilt at my situation while I luxuriated in the deliciously wicked sensation of showing off my coupled part so flagrantly as I enjoyed the pleasure of penetration. Amanda directed my actions with very explicit hand and body signals so as not to be heard on the audio tracks; when to stop or just slow for close-up shots, how to move my hips, head, smile, grimmace or arch my back and when to raise or lower the volume of my gasps, sighs and other sounds to denote the thrills of pleasure I felt. I rolled and rotated my hips as the others had done while he fondled and titillated my breasts and nipples until Dan's knob pressed against my lips. I let him in and tasted another girl's pussy for the first time in my life, holding his loose scrotum as I nodded my head and sucked his penis until I felt the tension in his trembling form as he stiffened in climax with a hot squirt of semen inside my mouth. Byron came with a disappointed groan, his warm gush in my womb failing to do much for me, moving his hips until he'd finished jerking in his pleasure. Of course this left me feeling considerably less than satisfied, so when the rather Eurasian looking Jamie, who'd just been relieved on a camera by David, took off his clothes and pulled me on the bed beside him, I couldn't protest openly although I thought him somewhat presumptuous. He told me to get on top so I knelt astride his narrow hips and took his dark, uncircumcised dick and positioned it under my drooling passion portal, lowering my hips to take it all into my fully stretching vagina. I relaxed for just a moment to see how it felt inside me as he pulled me hard against him and kissed me deeply with his long tongue, my soft boobs flattening on his hard, sparsely hirsute chest. Someone was interfering with my posterior region, rubbing something in my bum cleft before pressing his warm knob to my anus. It held for a while, but eventually, with probing and plenty of warm KY, my puckered, pink rosebud yielded and the big knob popped into the entrance before he worked it right inside me with short careful thrusts and withdrawals. With a little more effort he was thrusting in and out smoothly and Jamie released his grip to slide his penis in my wet pussy in time with Phil in my anus. I was being shagged with some enthusiasm and vigour by the guys within my nether openings and almost out of control. I just couldn't restrain myself from vocalizing my real and intense pleasure, almost too much, with two fit and strong, young blokes fondling and squeezing and kissing and licking and nibbling my straining body as they thrust hard into me. So then, as if that wasn't enough, another male introduced his penis to my mouth for a sucking. I then had some idea of my friend Janice's oft-repeated phrase about being 'shagged-to-a-standstill' in referring to her own very secret, triple-tri-guy fuck on a weekend netball excursion as chaperone. That's three-on-one, three times, for those who haven't had the experience: enabling the three men to sample each of one's love-portals in turn. With a sliding penis in each major orifice, I found myself moaning loudly and abandonedly as an intense orgasm gripped my sweating body in momentary, ecstatic paralysis, followed by repeated convulsions of pure pleasure until I'd lost all my senses and simply lay in a warm, fuzzy semi-coma as each of my erstwhile partners splashed my body with several squirts of warm semen. I was just aware of those watching, clapping and cheering at my performance before I groggily arose and headed for the bathroom on rubbery legs. "I've been talking to Mandy and Hilary and none of us remember having met you before today," Laine told me with a worried frown. "Who are you?" "I'm just a blow-in," I grinned. "I was intrigued earlier by the girls' conversation and merely tagged along when you assumed that I was with their group. When I realized what was on I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to embarrass myself and stayed to perform. It wasn't as hard as I'd imagined." "Well, so much for our security arrangements," she sighed. "But how about you? Would you like to be in a porno movie? You have the talent, judging by your recent performance, for a part we've being trying to cast for a while. You're perfect for it; figure, age and colouring, just what we had in mind for Miss Prudence Primm, a teacher at an exclusive academy for young ladies who are a lot less than ladies when it comes to members of the opposite sex." "Oh, I don't really think so," I demurred lamely. "I'm a wife and mother with a local cosmetic round to see to. Pretty boring when I mention it like that. If anyone should jump into this it's me." "Yes," smiled Laine sympathetically, "I can see why you wouldn't want to spend a couple of weekends and a few evenings being repeatedly prodded and poked by a variety of young and fairly amateurish lovers." "You really can't imagine how much I'd like to try doing that," I blurted uncomfortably. "Having crossed the line now, I think I might come to enjoy this more than is seemly, but the problem is fitting it in with everything else in my life." "Okay, Penny," she said. "Here's our card. Give us a bell if you can get away for the weekend after next. It's our first big 'on-location' weekend away for our new movie project. If you do decide to take it up we'll need you for a few essential scenes, maybe as many as five days in all." I took the card and put it into my purse as I was still as stark naked as everybody else in the place, then joined the relaxed and happy crowd being marshalled for some new activity by Amanda. All of the blokes were now in a non-erect state so we ladies were going to be tested on our ability to make 'love' with other girls in the unrestrained manner that guys like to see in porn videos. Suzy and Abigail lay beside each other on the bed and embraced, according to direction, then kissed deeply without embarrassment as they fondled each other's firm breasts. It was impossible to tell whether or not they'd done it before as they seemed quite comfortable with their mutual intimacy. Then Suzy was told to get on all fours over Abigail while they engaged in mutual tit sucking before moving slightly to undertake a full, unrestrained sixty-nine until each came with a happy cry of bliss. Laine took over the direction and got the other teen trio on the bed, all blushing profoundly as Jasmin and Lucy lay half on Michelle while all three alternatively kissed and sucked at each-others' boobs; Michelle fingering a snatch with each hand as her pals had a finger each in her moist quim. They sighed and gasped and blushed with their shared pleasure as the panning and receding cameras recorded their unwonted experiences as lovers to their old friends. Laine got them into a triangular formation, matching mouths to cunts, encouraging them to a full-on sexual bout with each other girl. I was told to join Jasmin in a sixty-nine position, me above, holding her puffy, reddened vulva open to suck and lick and nibble her swollen clitoris, alternating with deep, rolling tongue-thrusts into her wet vagina. With her doing similar things to my pussy I was enjoying it all immensely, despite a sense of intrusiveness with the cameras in such close proximity. We were told to join Abigail and Suzy, each of us taking a turn at breast sucking and pussy eating with each other, until we all joined in the finale with the other three in a seven-woman, oral daisy chain of flushed, panting females coming dramatically, in almost sequential order. By then, of course, all the males were horny from watching us after their showering and having Amanda do a quick make-up job on their faces. While we went off to shower, Amanda was organizing them for another shoot and when I returned, found them being videoed individually as they walked forward with their erect penises swaying before them, stopping to pose in a macho manner and saying their screen pseudonyms into the lens. "Mike Manly," do you believe it? "Roger Ramm", "Guy Randy." Hilary gave me a quick make-over and asked me my shoe size. "Seven," I replied. I was handed a pair of white sandals with six-inch, stilletto heels which had my ankles almost vertically above my toes as I tottered about in trying to practice as the last of the blokes were filmed. My name was called and I strode forward smiling with the cameras recording my naked charms, stopped and posed provocatively as close-ups were videoed, smiled again while they zoomed in on my face and said, "Miss Prudence Primm," in the huskiest voice I could manage. Guy and Mike, I could see from their easy demeanour that they'd done porn movies before, joined me as I stood between them, our arms about each other kneading buttocks in anticipation of yet another episode of easy sex. Mandy directed us to stand with feet well apart, legs locked straight, looking to the half right and into the distance as I stroked their hard tools and Guy fingered my juicy snatch. She wanted us to stand as statues which was nigh on impossible with all that titillation in progress. Roger moved in to lie between my legs and at Amanda's bidding, I squatted to feel his large, hot penis part my vulvar lips and slide deliciously into my willing love sheath to fill me completely while I sucked and deep-throated Guy and Mike's hefty tools. I'd never tried it before then, but having seen Laine, thought I'd give it a whirl and found it quite easy. She asked me to raise my hips as Roger withdrew his cock and repositioned the gleaming knob against my sweet, pink anal rosebud and shoved upward to pop the head inside. It still felt to be a tight fit, but I bore down with my hips to engulf it all within my rear portal and felt Guy leaning over me to introduce his long, red zoob to my front entrance as I continued sucking Mike. I gasped with the almost too pleasurable sensation of the double intromission; much more intense and exciting than the first because I was much less nervous about my role as a porn actress. It was so much fun to be accommodating three lusty young guys as they thrust their big tools in and out of my hotly straining, sweating, trembling body, able only to move my head and hips slightly as I leant back with my hands on Roger's chest, sighing and gasping at the new, deliciously voluptuous sensations I was experiencing. Their strenuous efforts were then accompanied by rhythmic grunting and snorting with the slap and thud of wet flesh on flesh; the air around us redolent with the mixed scents of sweaty bodies, perfumed bathsoap and Old Spice talcum powder. My memory fades into a warm, fuzzy haze of blissful sensations at that point. I vaguely remember coming again and again, feeling faint in rather a nice way, then nothing. It wasn't an unpleasant experience by any means, it was just that the sensual load was greater than I'd ever known before. As things transpired, it wasn't to be a unique experience for me. * My senses had returned before Laine dropped me at home, but my mind was unfocused for several days after as I tried to decide whether or not I'd go on with my budding career in film. Don would approve when I told him about it, I was sure, but I needed to satisfy myself that I could actually carry it off, while the producers were keen for me to participate after seeing me in action and due to my physical appearance, which suited the part. While I suffered some slight degree of discomfort from all the attention my poor pussy had received from a multitude of male members, it wasn't any real difficulty to consider myself in that situation again, although I then needed to consider that my body would be seen by any number of viewers when the video was released. The potential for embarrassment was enormous, if I was recognized, even though I'd be disguised to some extent by both make-upand a wig. I was truly torn between the desire to try myself as a porn 'actress' and my inate need to stand at the rear of the crowd, unsure as to my ability to perform as required in a 'real' movie-making situation. However, I rang the number on Laine's card and was unable to say no in the face of her genuine enthusiasm to have me join them on the following weekend. I explained to my family that Mummy was going away on another sales seminar over that weekend and I'd miss them all terribly. As I attended these things several times in each year the weekend away from home raised no suspicions, particularly in view of the extra income from my home sales efforts. The meeting place was another nearby hotel and, as the rest of the family were at work and school, I was able to prepare myself before dropping the rugrats at Don's mater's and taking a cab to the late afternoon rendezvous. There were several small busses which set off as they filled and we arrived at a large country estate, our destination, on the first which turned about to return for more. The place was really only an hour out of town, secluded by virtue of being set in forty-plus hectares of woods and gardens, looking as if it had once been a boarding school, although its current use was as a seminar venue. Penny in the Movies Before taking the bus back Amanda appointed me to take charge of those on site and to prepare dinner for a hundred people. I nearly fell over at this requirement, but got into it and we knocked up a pretty good meal, if I say so myself. We were required to abstain sexually that night due to something known as the 'money shot' and there seemed to be some discussion to 'getting wood' and keeping it. Of course these matters would become clear to me in due course, but I was a bit of an innocent about them then. Another team produced a hearty breakfast by seven the next morning before Laine and her outfit gathered us all together to divide us into functional groupings for the day's filming. I was in 'camera party one' with David in charge and me as one of blond, good looking Alby's two assistants. The idea was that each scene would be shot from two, three or four angles simultaneously by whichever number of cameras, one sound recorder and a director. Outdoor scenes would use the most, indoors only two. All the tapes would then be edited for the best footage in relation to the storyline and continuity, so the audio track could be edited or extended to fit. Gary and I were to push the camera trolleys or raise and lower the microphone pedestals which were used in place of large booms, while later we might be needed to operate the cameras. A group of us, even numbers of males and females, were taken to where all the recording gear had been set up in a classroom. We were told to undress in the hallway before I was called in where Amanda looked me over to give me a sense of her satisfaction, although I can't say I was entirely comfortable at her peering up at my newly depilated crotch. She quickly made me up and put my blonde hair up in a suitably school-marmish style before I donned my 'costume': misty, flesh-coloured stockings, black spike-heeled court shoes, a white suspender belt and fine rimmed gold-framed spectacles. The other player in the scene, a tall, dark and handsome chap about forty years old, also naked and displaying a twenty-something centimetre penis in the upright position, came in to have his face prepared for action. Then it was time. Those butterflies in my tummy mysteriously transformed themselves into flying-foxes and were playing kamikaze chicken in there as I realized that I was about to accommodate the sexual member of a chap with whom I hadn't yet had the pleasure. His screen name was Rod Rogers, playing the part of The Reverend Cyril Simkins, local Vicar and school Chaplain. It all seemed a bit rushed to me; a maiden lady teacher and a vicar meet naked in a deserted classroom and get right down to it without preliminaries. Not too convincing, but I thought I'd better wait and see the end result before opening my mouth in criticism so early. Amanda directed me to pose in a kneeling position on the handy classroom sofa, look over my shoulder at him and arch my back as he approached me to slide his magnificent cock right inside my inviting vagina. Her well mimed direction was excellent and he thrust ever faster in and out of my tingling cunt as I gasped and sighed for real. With a groan her pulled his wet penis from my drooling vagina before I felt the tepid splash of his gushing semen in the hollow of my back. Thankfully, another ready cock was thrust into me to fill the gap, so to speak, as my pleasurable embarrassment continued and the young guy got his jollies. He too came eventually and the process went on with another male before I came, now dripping with a copious quantity of creamy semen. It seemed to me that this scene should have been the culmination of whatever the episode might have been, but I discovered that the 'money' (cum) shot was recorded first to obviate misfires and allow the scene to be fully developed without the need for reshoots. I went off to shower and, on my return, found the cameras pointing in the reverse direction at the rest of the classroom as several couples, those in shot, banged away with a lot of energy while the rest awaited their turn to be taped. As it was with me, it was the girls being ejaculated over that was important to Mandy. A Chinese-looking girl named Ellen, whom I later discovered to be Jamie's sister, prepared me for my next scene as Prudence Primm. Miss Primm, school English mistress and old-fashioned prude who'd been burdened with the task of sexual education for the younger girls and boys fron the all-male school, St Wayne's, next door. "I don't think I've ever heard of St Wayne," I chuckled. "It doesn't have to be a holy person, you know," Ellen told me. "There are also holy icons such as Santa Cruz, The Holy Cross." "Ye-es," I responded cautiously. "Then you must remember that famous primary school Christmas carol 'Wayne The Manger'." I sniggered loudly. While assimilation has become a dirty word in modern times, it is obviously alive and well. My costume was in keeping with the character: tweed skirt to mid-calf, an ochre silk blouse, heavy cardigan buttoned up, sensible, spike-heeled shoes, the spectacles and stockings with minimal, plain gold jewelery. The others, except for Rod in clerical garb, wore school uniform. Scene: Miss Primm, not wanting to be seen as other than firm and fully in control by Reverend Simpkins, is in something of a panic while her students ignore her completely. She wanted the boys occupying half of the classroom and the girls the other half, but they'd managed to arrange a boy and girl in each seat. Finally, face flushed, she gave up and introduced the chaplain who was no more a disciplinarian than she. Warm custard would be somewhat firmer than the Vicar, but somebody felt sorry for the poor man and the unruly mob gave him a hearing at last. "I expect that many of you know something of the subject I'd like to talk about today..." he began. "Just give us a demo Vicar," called one lout. "With Miss." Other suggestions were even cruder and both he and Miss Primm blushed, as did some of the girls who seemed equally appalled at such a suggestion. However by now most of those present were leaning back in their seat with their flies unzippered or skirts raised to show off their aroused genital areas to their desk partners. One youth was obviously better equipped than with just the standard issue penis and a circle of the curious had formed around him for a glimpse at it. "Stand up and give us a glim?" called some little charmer and he did. "Ooooooooh!" swept around the room from the girls, quite deservedly, even Miss Primm feeling something stir within at the sight of such a tool. The Vicar tried to return to the subject at hand, but some began chanting for him to demonstrate with Miss and others getting their gear off to try a bit of nooky for themselves. When it was clear that their only real option was to give in to their wishes he looked at Miss Primm who gave him a smile of agreement and again blushed coyly. The unruly mob stopped what they were doing and gathered around the couch to watch as he showed them how to make love, step by step, firstly denuding my upper body to fondle and caress my really, quite willing bosom, although I had to give the appearance of reluctance. He then set about undressing me completely and there was favourable comment about my mature bottom and quim as the latter became visible; a number of youths crudely expressing an avid desire to get their uncontrollable dicks into my love sheath. Apparently it was a common belief that age equated with experience, but that wasn't quite logical if one considered that I was supposed to be a spinster lady of, one would assume, pretty limited sexual experience unless Miss Primm had a dark side and engaged in arcane ritual. He shed his clerical garb and introduced his mighty pork sword to my lips to suck and tongue it with some difficulty as it was much wider, as well as longer, than the average dick. There was also salacious comment as to how a teen cunt would need to stretch to accommodate that particular sexual organ. Then I had to lie back on the sofa, nylon clad legs spread widely to enable Cyril to apply his practiced mouth to my smooth snatch, feeling myself come quickly to the point of climax with his attentions. Amanda obviously sensed the danger and got him to kneel on the carpet to mount me, filming my quite emotional response, it wasn't acting I promise you, as he rammed at my cunt with that lovely, big cock. It was heavenly, even with an audience, causing me to climax quickly. To give me respite after my premature orgasm, they set up cameras to show the 'kids' fondling each other through school uniforms, progressing then to undressing before the inevitable outbreak of general orgiastic behaviour. I heard a scream, then others in quick succession, causing me to enquire with some concern. "Just a few hymens popping, Miss," I was informed. The girls were all naked apart from shoes and socks or stockings, leaning back with their palms on the desk tops or lying on the desk with their feet held high as a round-robin of boys fucked them for the time that the camera was on them, all changing on Amanda's call. Most of them, particularly the girls, had a pretty fair knowledge of sexual performance as they rolled and rotated their various shaped bottoms in enjoyment of the job at hand. I had to move around among them to provide advice and comment on their technique, soon feeling horny again with all the visual stimulus. With the cameras on me again I criticised one lad's performance in a way a golf professional might advise a novice on his swing, getting him to take his dick from his partner's pussy before I leaned back on the desk and told him to slip it into me, giving him a few pointers as he thrust into my twat with less haste than he'd done before. Another girl was hovering nearby and I got her to take my place and praised him while he fucked her with greater finesse than earlier. I wandered about the classroom demonstrating all the positions I was aware of until I'd sampled all the male organs present like all of the other girls except Amanda who was busy directing us all. At that point an urn of tea and a platter of scones arrived so we partook before returning to the grind of performance. She wanted the Vicar and Miss Primm back on the sofa fucking before being requested to demonstrate with a couple of the students. While Cyril screwed the over-developed, precocious Hermione from behind as they knelt at one end of the couch, I was subjected to a procession of youthful cocks, 'just to see what it felt like' to stick one's dick in one's teacher, one assumes. Several girls, not all, also felt the Vicar's hefty mutton-gun within their stretching, 'schoolgirl' snatches. Following another smoking break, Amanda wanted to revisit the scene where the Vicar and I moved about dispensing sexual advice to the students. She'd taken a look at it and decided that, although it had only developed from a bit of ad libbing on my part, Cyril had taken it up well and it appeared to be worth expanding, not just visual padding to the story. So we did, my red cunt accommodating all of those youthful pricks, not all of them small ones by any means. At a quarter to noon she told us to finish up and I enjoyed a quite adequate climax with a guy calling himself Richard (Rogers) who had a cock as thick as Rod Rogers, but not as long. For the afternoon sessions the scene changed to the indoor swimming pool and gymnasium area. Another class of about thirty St Wayne's 'boys' were up against the large double doors at one end of the gym trying to peer through the edge of the frosted glass at the girls swimming classes. When we'd got sufficient tape of this scene we moved next door to the pool. The girls were milling about and Misses Primm and Olivia Ponsonby were in their normal lack of control mode, but halted the confusion with a piercing blast from an artillery whistle. Miss Ponsonby was trying to get them into two lines for separate swimming and diving lessons. I was surprised at how skinny, flat-chested and youthful some of the girls looked, despite their being eighteen to twenty-year-olds. A few of them looked barely pubescent, particularly with their waxed pubic mounds and vulvas, having been cast for this very reason, I guessed. Women in their late twenties or thirties dressed in schoolgirl outfits made some movies look silly. "Please Miss," simpered April, standing there with one tiny breast hanging out of her torn bathing suit. "My bathers are broken." "Well you'll just have to go in and get dressed again. You can't go about like that." "Oh, please Miss," she pleaded. "Can't I swim in the nuddy please? Nobody can see us." Hilary/Miss Ponsonby locked the doors and agreed to April's request, but didn't expect most of the others to remove their suits too, taking hers off with a slight shrug of the shoulders. When the remainder followed her lead, even Miss Primm had to reveal her charms to the class. Because of the size of the place we had to make numerous takes from a lot of different angles, including the underwater viewing room. Eventually four cameras were set up on the double doors and, when Olivia 'heard' something, she put a hand behind her ear to signify that she was listening, she sneaked around the edge of the room and unlocked the doors. A torrent of boys in singlets and shorts fell over themselves into the hall as girls screamed and grabbed for their towels for modesty's sake. "Where's your master?" I demanded irately. "He's had to go, Miss. Family emergency," one lad piped up. By then a few of the girls had shed their towels and were going back into the pool where they ogled the lads and encouraged them to get their clothes off to join them. They did, persuading more girls to follow suit until most were in the warm water engaged in mutual groping beneath the surface. There were some quite substantial dicks appended to boys and I slipped in too, my more mature body immediately becoming a target for exploring hands. "Nice tits," murmured a knowledgeable sounding lad as he cupped my bosom from behind. "Breasts," I corrected him. Miss Primm wouldn't have 'tits' would she? "Yes," he agreed. "That's a synonym." I was standing on the pool's perimeter step and, although I wouldn't have known it then, I was right in front of the underwater viewing window. "And who are you?" I asked the lad who moved in front of me to suck a tit, oops, breast. "Donald, Miss," he replied. The one behind who hadn't yet properly introduced himself to me, I should mention, rudely introduced his extremely hard and insistent male member to my poor complementary part. "Ooooh," I squeaked. "And how should I address you?" "William, Miss," he grunted, easily thrusting his penis in and out of my slippery sheath. Jamie wanted me to accommodate both. "Come on William," I sighed. "Let's find room for Donald too." He unwillingly withdrew, but appeared happier while he strenuously worked his prick in through my tightly stretched anus to fill my colon. "Wait," I told him as I led Don's thick organ into my eager vagina. "Well there we go. A nice fit, isn't it." They nodded enthusiastically before we spent some time in achieving a bit of harmony with their thrusting hips, then increasing the cadence until our shagging had become a wild sexual gallop to climax. "Ooooh Christ, Miss," groaned Will as he rammed deep and squirted a small amount of creamy semen into my bowel. "Ooooh shit, Miss," chorused Don, also thrusting his cock fully within my love pouch to spurt a healthier load of come. "Ooooh dear," I sighed and shuddered as my stiff body was assailed by hot convulsions of ecstacy. I gave free rein to my feelings as I'd begun to feel much more relaxed at cameras being thrust into my face at the moment of orgasm, even hamming it up a little. Amanda sent me down into the underwater viewing room to relieve Sandi who looked happy at the prospect of a multiple rogering above. I didn't realize one could hear things underwater, but all the sounds from above were fairly plain, albeit a bit muffled. In the window we watched Hilary's quim stretch around a well-developed cock which slid in and out with fine, pale wisps of what looked like smoke emerging from her vagina. As he withdrew there was a cloud of smoky love juices floating upward before he penetrated her clearly experienced rear entrance and another entered her vagina. She quickly had a smooth, synchronized thrusting going as they all delighted in the sensation of hot, hard cocks sliding easily in tight love tunnels. Hilary was the second in a procession of characters passing the window to be taped during the sex act. We saw a thin girl, a plump girl, a tall girl, a short girl, a spectacularly well-developed girl and the girl named Jasmine who appeared to have just reached puberty, move past very slowly as if they were all standing on a conveyer belt. The next scene had me lying on the three metre springboard, legs danglingon each side as several boys had their way with me while being videoed from above, both sides at angles and behind on the tower. Lastly, we were all in a round robin of serial sex in the showers and on the benches in every pose one can imagine. Having been on the point of coming for most of that scene my climax couldn't be delayed any further and I came in an unbridled frenzy of sensual release, pleased that I wasn't scheduled to face another fucking before morning. However, over dinner the team decided, at Jamie's suggestion that because we were up to schedule we would have a combined school ball in the ballroom. "It'll finish up like that song, you know..." he waved his arm aimlessly about in trying to remember. "The Ball at Kerrymuir," I put in, speaking the name of a well-known song about a famous Scots orgy which he'd been humming all afternoon. "Yeah, right!" he grinned, then sang, "'First lady forward, second lady back, third lady's finger in the fourth lady's crack'. We could video it and use the vision to cover the song on the audio track." There's a good recorded version by Jim Croce. My costume was a pink silk, strapless, mid-calf evening gown which, along with my makeup and hair swept up, looked very nineteen-fifties. They took a lot of vision of the dancers and the groping going on between them. All the boys were in school uniform while the girls looked like whores taken from the streets of any metropolis in the world, even though they all wore a skirt of sorts. As Miss Primm I went to powder my nose and heard a sound from the service space between the male and female toilets. On investigating I discovered an even half dozen students having sex; the girls bending forward and leaning back on to a cyclone mesh barrier through which the boys' pricks penetrated their proffered pussies. Having regained my sense of decorum I quickly put a stop to that piece of orgiastic behavior, but then getting a glimpse one lad's twenty centimetres of manhood, my resolve evaporates and I needed his mighty mutton gun within. "Not you," I tell him, "you stay." When the others have rearranged their clothing and filed out I got him to put his dick through the mesh for my perusal, then lift my skirt waist high and push my bottom back and engulf his hard cock. By then, of course, those more decent souls among the audience would also have noticed that I have no knickers on and wonder what is happening to poor Miss Primm. Can it be the depraved atmosphere around the school, or is she headed for a breakdown? I stretched my arms horizontally to the sides to entwine my fingers with his through the wire barrier as he rammed his solid penis into my wet quim. "Oob, oob, oob!" I grunted as his hard belly pounded delightfully against my pumping posterior. Penny in the Movies "Ooh, Miss! Miss! Miss! Oooooh!" he gasped, thrusting full length into me and squirting a warm spurt of semen deep within. Strangely, I was on the brink too, stiffening and convulsing with the joy of release. Amanda wanted a creampie shot so I had to bend and tighten my sphincter to force a dribble of semen from my twat. Back in the ballroom that affair had become an unrestrained sexual melee among the students and not a teacher in sight. I suffered the not entirely unwelcome attentions of a number of the boys, accommodating their hot cocks for their rapid release until I too came and went to bed. There was nothing I could do by then; authority having completely evaporated. I went back to my hand held boom mike, but must have been affected by my exertions as Tony kept telling me that the wooly-bull was in shot as he was taping the various couples as we moved slowly around the room. Finally we'd finished and a number of the youngsters paired off and walked away holding hands, still nude, having obviously found romance on location. It caused me to wonder if the relationships would endure or whether they were merely for the convenience of a partner over the weekend, although how they could want any more sex was beyond me at that moment. I slept fitfully for eight solid hours.