Frankie Goes To Holiday Part 5

Frankie Goes to Holiday Part5

Chapter 10

The days started to go more quickly now we were in our second week. Sunday was nice and relaxing. Well it would have been if I hadn't bumped into Gerry coming out of his studio. Knowing his aptitude with cameras he had probably seen me in one of his spy cameras and 'accidentally' come out of his studio as I happened to be passing by.

He reminded me that I had said I might come and visit again.

'What about now?'

I was tempted, Graham was canoeing somewhere, but no. A little conscience told me that I shouldn't, and anyway Graham had said he would be back about now. I didn't have much time.

'Why don't you bring this Graham of yours as well and I can transmit the pair of you fucking like rattlesnakes. Would he do that?'

I didn't know but I promised to find out and return either with or without Graham on Monday afternoon. We spent the afternoon on the beach. The sea is fabulous and every hour or so we would get a fresh drink.

Sunday evening of course was also really about newcomers. Most of them had been a bit overawed at the wrestling last night. I think we were the only couple here who were staying two weeks Saturday to Saturday, so we were not surprised to see another Games evening advertised.

Graham was delighted to be getting back into the one-piece wrestling vest which I had bought him. It was returned this morning after being laundered. Shame he didn't get it in time for last night. It would have been difficult to remove. I could see his erection mounting as he started to put it on. I gave it a little rub and was amazed to see a damp spot appear on the grey silky material. All the fucking he had been doing this last week and he was still rampant!

I contemplated not bothering with underwear but then remembered the fun we had had pushing the string with the feather attached. I substituted the thong that I was about to wear for a pair of really tight white cotton knickers. They covered my cheeks properly and were tight almost up to my waist. Let someone try getting into these I thought. It was going to be difficult, slow and very titillating. I added a lacy bra for the same reason.

The evening went very much as before. The newcomers looked a nice bunch. It appeared that none of them had been before. That was obvious when we cleared away the tables and prepared for the games. Four of the newcomers were quick to dive into the watching area again.

We split into two teams and Brian explained the rules of the string and feather game.

'Rules', don't make me laugh.

Before the game was halfway through the other two couples had joined on the end of a line.

Of course this was one game that it was far better to be in the middle of the line than at an end.

I had Gordy in front of me and one of the newcomers Pete behind me.

Pete was going to be difficult I could see. He had long trousers on.

I had seen Graham talking quietly to Brian before the meal started. Brian had laughed and immediately set off like a man with a mission. I was about to find out what had happened.

I had chosen my spot carefully. I was the first lady in the line. That meant that I not only got to pass the string through Pete's clothes behind me, but also Gordy's in front of me.

I was quick to spot the difference, in that the rough cord that we were using had been knotted with quite a big knot about every metre. I started to lubricate thinking about those knots working their way along my crack.

This was one game I was never going to hurry and the rest of the team gathered round to watch as I started the game by feeding the feather up the leg of Gordy's shorts, to find out that he was wearing a tanga underneath. It was better I figured to go up to the waistband over his pants, then down through the crack of his arse, through his legs, between his two testicles and up the length of his cock, before coming out at the top of his tanga again and passing it up under his shirt. I got a good feel of his cock and as I tugged on the string I could feel him squirm as first the feather, then the string and the first knot, held firmly in place by his tanga, tickled his perineum.

I handed him the feather.

'Turn around,' he said. 'Put your hands on Pete's shoulders. Pete, keep them there. I don't want her interfering'.

I did as I was told, still lubricating in anticipation.

The last time we had played they were happy to put it up the boy's clothing and down the girl's. Gordy had other ideas. I could see that the string coming down from the top of his tanga and up the front had given him ideas. I suspected the same was to happen to me.

Indeed, the first I felt was Gordy's, large rough gardener's hands forcing this little feather down the back of my neck and under my bra strap. My tight white shirt did not make it easy nor did the tightness of the waistband on my skirt. After lifting my skirt to the waist he pulled hard on the back of my panties, pulling them out just far enough to get his hand with the feather in it, down to my slit. They were so tight he was almost at a loss what to do next. He forced his left hand down the front of the panties pushing his whole calloused horny hand along my slit until he could reach the tip of the feather. I almost fainted with pleasure. The elastic dug into my waist and legs where the two holes were being stretched so tight. Once he had hold of the feather with his left hand, he tugged until the feather, a foot or two of rope and the first knot teased over my clitoris. Who would have thought that those tight little panties would have stretched enough to receive both large hands at the same time?

It was almost an anti-climax as he pushed the feather through one of the cups of my bra feeling a good handful of titty on the way.

He looked proud of his achievement as he handed me the feather to start on Paul.

I tugged out a metre or two of loose cord to start on Pete. I felt the knots easing between my crack. That cord was going to be soaking wet by the time it got to the end of the line.

I briefly looked over at the other team to see that they were starting on their fourth person while I was yet to start on our third. Still what the hell! I was not worried about winning anyway.

I did however speed things up dramatically with Pete. I found out that he had dressed 'commando' with no underwear at all so I thought it was best to pass the feather down through the waistband of his trousers at the back, push it between his legs, pick it up around about his testicles and pull it out through the top of his shirt.

He did look a tad disappointed that I did it so quickly even though I did give him a good grope. I was tempted to take a turn around his cock, but with the damp cord I was worried that it might stick and a tug could seriously damage his chances of enjoying sex for the rest of the week.

The feather passed on so I could just concentrate on the feeling of the knots passing through my lips. A constant flow of lubrication eased its passage.

One of the problems with the knots were that they would sometimes get caught on clothing. This gave me and Gordy the opportunity to keep delving into each other's clothing to free up supposed snags.

Fun or what?

We did lose that race of course, had a team talk, and promised to do better in the next.

Brian had obviously had his thinking cap on determined to make the evening last a little longer.

The next race was passing sugared doughnuts with holes in the middle along our lines using only the men's cocks and the girls mouths.

Equally fun. Of course there were many jokes about trying it with cream. But somehow the men managed not to ejaculate despite the way that we girls tried to lick the sugar off after passing the donut on.

The next race was one where they supplied a set of pretty basic clothing, a pair of fairly baggy shorts, t-shirt and stretchy knickers, definitely one size fits all. The first to go held his or her arms in the air while the two people of the opposite sex, one who would be the second in the line and another, undressed and then redressed him in the new clothing. The newly dressed player then had to run to the end of the room, drink a beer or a cocktail and then run back to be un-dressed again and dressed with their own clothes. The next one in line would then raise their arms and it would start all over again until the end of the line.

Very simple, but plenty of opportunity to grope and see some naked bodies. It stands to reason that we always made sure that the recipient was completely naked before starting to dress them again.

The last game was the girls would take it in turn to put a balloon between their legs attached to a hose and a foot inflator. The male members of their team then used the pump to inflate and eventually burst the balloon, still between our legs. The anticipation was actually worse than the bursting. Then the next girl and guy took over until we got to the end of the team.

I suppose that all achieved the idea of breaking the ice with the idea, I suspect, of following it up with an orgy.

I was just thinking of grabbing Graham and retiring when the music started and they announced their own version of a conga line. It would have been rude to run away just then so we formed up in a long row to be shown how to do the local variant. This turned out to be the same as we had done to the Locomotion earlier in the week. The guy faced the front and the girl behind would lean forward and grab his cock in one hand, supporting herself with her other hand on his waist. The guy behind meantime was to insert his thumb in my cunt and firmly grip the pubic bone with the first two fingers to get a grip.

As it happened I was still standing next to Gordy who had his own variation. He pushed two fingers up my cunt and then wormed his thumb up my ass and gripped that way.

We conga'd all over the site occasionally losing couples in to the bushes when the passion got too much for them. I managed to get back to the dance floor without an orgasm but I think Gordy was none too pleased when I quickly grabbed Graham and practically pushed him out of the door. I wanted fucking and fucking now. While I am sure Gordy would have been up to it, Graham was still first choice. While he was around anyway.

Anyway I only had a few hours to persuade Graham to appear on film with me.

I decided the best way was to start playing up to the cameras in the room again. I got Graham to tie me to the bed and then when he was starting to get to work on me reminded him that the cameras were watching and how he should put in a good performance so that we could watch it when we got home.

He really did get harder than usual I think. He certainly posed for the cameras and gave me a real good fucking in every orifice, finishing with the obligatory porno face shot. He was obviously feeling masterful because he made me lick him clean, something he had never done before. He must have been watching a lot of those movies beside the bed. Or, I later wondered, had Kristina taught him that little trick the other night. Was I getting paranoid?

I figured the job was done and would take up the matter of appearing in the studio over brunch.

Chapter 11

'You know you were good last night, don't you.'

It was Brunch and I wanted to persuade Graham to join me with Gerry in the studio.

You were pretty good too,' Graham said.

No the difference was you were very masterful, like I guess you are at work.'

Downright silly but I hoped the flattery might work.

He preened a little.

'Why don't you order us a bottle of champagne with breakfast?' I said. 'That would be fun.'

He obviously thought so too as we ordered the bottle and a jug of orange juice.

Now was as good a time as any.

'You know I met Gerry the other day, did I tell you that he broadcasts porn from the studio to customers all over the world.'

'No. How does he do that? Where does he get the films? Is it the same as they show on the closed circuit system in the room?'

'No I am pretty sure he makes his own there. I guess some of the girls who work here perform for him. I don't really know?' I lied.'Shall we go and ask him?'

There was a long pause and I added 'Perhaps he might even ask us to star in one. That would be pretty cool don't you think.'

'Noooo surely not. Anyway what if someone at work saw me.'

'Do you really work with people who subscribe to foreign porn channels?'

'I guess not. Most of the guys only have Sky for the sport and not even the smut channels.'

'Anyhow perhaps this afternoon we could go and have a look. He did promise me a look around. You are not going sailing again are you?

'No Tuesday, perhaps, and also Wednesday if that is all right. Kristina asked me again. You are okay with her now aren't you?'

Maybe my silence caught his ear?

'I will find a different crew if you like.'

I was delighted to see him looking guilty. I really must sort out some more tennis.

'Remember, as long as you keep on coming back to me I will forgive you.... I think. Mind you this place does have a strange effect on people, us included.'

Just at that moment Joey was clearing some plates away.

'Joey hiii. Any chance of organising another tennis match for tomorrow. I have enjoyed playing over here, and Graham is going sailing. Oh, unless you both would like to go sailing together?' I thought that would throw the cat in among the pigeons.

Graham's face fell and Joey quickly stuttered, 'No..n.n..no I would rather play tennis. Just the two of us? I am sure you would give me a good game.'

'No I could never live with you servicing me as hard as you do, sorry I meant serving of course, what you are doing now is servicing.'

I had deliberately both flattered and then put him down. It would put an edge on the penalties for failure I was sure, and it would be more fun with four.

'Sure, I'll find another couple. Just get ready to be beaten.' I remembered Sue and shivered a little. Had I gone too far?

Graham had sat bemused by the whole conversation. In a little world of his own. Perhaps he was thinking about Chloe. Or that tart Kristina.

We strolled back to the chalet and finished off the bottle lying in the sea. What a life.

We ran back to the chalet in order to shower.

'So shall we go and see Gerry then?' I shouted from the shower to Graham. I wondered whether Gerry could see us and knew what we were planning.

'If you like, but I for one am not going to star in any porn production.'

'That's fine. I am sure he will not ask anyway, but if he does I might be tempted.'

Half an hour later saw us rapping on the studio door. I had put on some clothes, at least a t-shirt, skirt and a pair of knickers. Graham had obstinately put his trunks back on, not in the least bit trying to look for a role in the film. I could see I was going to be doing this on my own. Would he still talk to me if I did?

Gerry was quick to answer the door with a jug of Pimms in his hands.

'Hi Frankie I was just pouring a drink. You must be Graham. I have seen you on the screen occasionally. Would you like a Pimms?'

Graham looked a little uncomfortable but accepted the drink.

'Welcome to my abode. You know I am a sad sort of git. I take no exercise and never get a tan as I spend most of my time here in the studio.

Right. As I had noticed before for someone who took little exercise he looked pretty fit to me.

He showed us around his den concentrating very much on the technical side and flattering Graham by assuming that he had a broad knowledge of photography. Eventually he came to the nitty-gritty.

'Look what about, no, well look, maybe, here is the question. Would you find it more interesting in a live exhibition.'

'What sort of live exhibition,' I quickly asked.

'Well the two of you are very good looking, together and separately and, well I know you have a pretty good sex life.'

Graham looked embarrassed. He shouldn't have done. He should have been flattered.

'Why thank you kind sir,' I curtsied. 'But you mean us appear live on a porno show.'

'Yes. Why not. It goes out live so we cannot record it and cut it around. But I can make allowances for you both never having done it before. There are techniques I can use if necessary.'

I smiled at him, silently thanking him for keeping my secret. I was dying to know what sort of techniques.

'Why not,' I said as Graham scowled at me. 'Is there any way that Graham could be in it without showing his face. I don't mind mine showing. After all there won't be many people tuned in at this time of day.'

I deliberately ignored the fact that every subscriber automatically received a five minute warning of transmission and had their recorders automatically turned on by Gerry if they were not there. I knew that Graham would have no idea how many people would be watching.

'Of course,' said Gerry, pulling a wire around his neck and over his head like a head-set. He swung out some equipment and clicked some buttons.

'Look at that screen.' As he moved around the room different cameras picked him up but each of them showed only a pixilated image of his face. Everything else was properly defined.

'You and I can wear this. I have only got two though,' he said looking sorrowfully at me, and lying though his teeth.

I nearly laughed but bit my lip and said 'Well, as I said, there will be hardly anyone around at this time of day. Okay I'm in. Come on Graham.'

Graham was still not happy but Gerry sensing that this was not going to change in a hurry was keen to get me at least in front of the camera.

'Perhaps Frankie, and this is a bit of a nerve, perhaps I could step in if Graham is unwilling at the last minute. I would rather not because I really need to be here directing the action, but they all have a semiautomatic mode if necessary. I often have to do it.'

There was a man with job satisfaction I thought.

I didn't push the point but left it hanging.

'Perhaps I had better go home and change into something a bit sexier,' I murmured.

'Not at all,' said Gerry. 'At the back of the studio behind the screen there is a whole rack of clothes. Just wear what you feel comfortable in. Not too blatant. You look so delightfully innocent and young. Not a blousy old tart.'

I was quick to return in my old favourite the schoolgirl outfit, of which he had a good selection.

Tight blouse, mini-skirt, bra and thong and trainers and knee socks. I arranged my hair in bunches and found pink ribbon to tie around the bunches and my neck, instead of a tie.

'Whoah fabulous,' said Gerry.

I could see Graham disapproved but could also see that he was getting an erection. He did only have his trunks on.

Gerry had obviously sent all his five minute warnings out while I was changing.

'Now Frankie, I will call you Dawn if that is okay, just to hide your identity. Some of the guys will be on live and you will be able to hear them speak. They may ask you to do things. If they are not too bad can I ask that we let them guide the way? I will obviously stop anything too outrageous going on. They may even compare you to past performers, so just ignore anything not relevant.

I nodded. I had a good idea what was going to happen but it was going to be a shock for Graham.

'Right, sit on the sofa over there and Graham you stand here out of sight. The moment you feel comfortable about going in, catch my eye and I will introduce you as Jim. If you don't go in I might have to, but not until right at the end to provide a climax.

'Sound and Action.'

I jumped a little and saw all the screens around me showing a nervous little thing almost huddling on the sofa. I sat up a bit straighter as I heard background music and Gerry introducing me to the viewers.

Quickly I heard voices 'Great one Gerry. Where did you find this one?'