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.