It was amazing what Sarah's new-found fame and riches could do. We had reached the day of the event, and everything had fallen into place. A large office building, standing completely empty since the home working phenomenon had started, had been very easy to rent for the purpose, and to convert into a makeshift 'classroom' by simply pushing the desks into rows, and setting up a large desk and lectern at the front, together with a digital overhead projector and screen.
Conveniently, the building was directly opposite Sarah's old college, which lent a slightly authentic air to the makeover the room received.
The plan was simple, and one Sarah was extremely excited to execute. She was going to recreate the scene of a lesson at college, albeit a particularly unconventional one. There was no script as such, but I knew Sarah had a rough plan as to how she wanted things to go. And Sarah would always make sure it went just as she wanted.
The prospect of being solely responsible for capturing all of the action, given the multiple cameras and microphones I now had at my disposal, was daunting, so I was pleased when David the retired glamour photographer agreed to come down to help again. He brought his son, Alex, who had followed him into the family business. With their help we set up seven fixed cameras at suitable locations all over the set, and each of us had both still and video cameras on our person. As such, I decided this was going to be the first of Sarah's events during which I wasn't going to be holding a camera at all.
Although she didn't talk about it much, Sarah had mentioned that the last few months she worked as a teacher had been a constant battle between her professional side, which continued to teach and direct her students towards the excellent grades most received, and her slutty side, which meant that large parts of her class were spent daydreaming about revealing her growing nymphomaniac self to her just-turned-adult students.
Indeed, on the day she'd been forced to leave after being outed by her unexpected appearance on the cover of 'Aphrodite' magazine, she'd returned home extremely worked up, having stood in front of the class and announced how pleased and proud she was to be on the cover of the magazine, and spread naked across the pages inside. And that she was also working in the local lap-dancing club, Park Lane.
Since I'd known her, Sarah had always had this proclivity towards younger lovers, enjoying their unbridled, unspoiled lust. And in particular I knew that making herself totally available to her former students was right at the top of her 'to-do' list. So today was a really big deal for her.
In total, seventeen of her former students, all male, had accepted the invitation to attend today. And all had taken the offer of an invite to bring up to two friends with them. This meant forty-two eager young men would be arriving in the next few hours.
However, Annette had rightfully expressed a fear that Sarah would wear these boys out on her own -- it was something she'd been known to do before, and her website was full of footage which proved just how much cock she would eagerly take. This wasn't just Sarah's day, Annette, if possible was looking forward to it even more than Sarah.
As promised, Sarah had extended the invitation to the members of her website. The criteria were quite simple: under twenty-five (Annette's preference, but very much approved of by Sarah), clean (everyone had to have an STI test before arriving), and a photograph, together with a paragraph or two about why they wanted to attend.
Sarah had passed this task over to Annette, who had spent more than a week selecting first ten, then after encouragement from Sarah, twenty, then thirty young candidates. But after a slightly drunken evening, when Sarah expressed surprise at Annette settling on such low numbers, a further twenty lucky names were selected.
So, additional to the forty-two of Sarah's students and their friends, a further fifty handsome (as decided by Annette) under twenty-five year old men were winging their way to this plush office building which was now transformed into the site of a sex orgy, Several bathrooms were available, smaller offices were now changing rooms. The main, plush meeting room was Sarah and Annette's dressing room, and was occupied by a professional make-up artist, just as Annette had requested.
Aphrodite magazine had got wind of the event, the location of which was quite strictly guarded to avoid unwanted publicity. At their request, a representative of the publication was fairly prominently positioned at a large table near the entrance, offering discounted subscriptions. There were also piles of recent issues of the magazine, particularly Sarah and Annette's special editions. Annette had expressed a keen interest in providing signed copies, having been very taken with Sarah's tales of signing copies for her students in the newsagent recently. Sarah also loved this idea.
The main area was separated by a dividing wall, on one side Sarah's makeshift classroom, with a large comfortable couch and a leather bench of sorts at either side. At the other side of the divider was a small stage in the middle of the area, with plenty of seating around, as well as an identical open-ended leather bench. Additionally, a mattress was thrown onto the floor -- I knew this was a specific request from Annette.
The walls had been adorned with a several giant images of both girls, naked and spreadeagled from the pages of Aphrodite. There were also six LCD screens, showing footage of Annette, Sarah and Holly and Juliet in action -- admittedly a lot more of Sarah, as so far Annette only had the one video, and the girls two.
"Wow, this is something else, and look at Holly go!" Annette gasped as she arrived to a scene of her daughter receiving a huge load of semen in her face on the big screen just across the lobby, swiftly followed by another from the other side.
"Ninety-two lads, on their way here right now," she breathed excitedly. "Forty-six each, by my calculations?" she winked at Sarah.
"I'm happy just with my students, to be honest," Sarah stated, generously. "I mean, if you need a hand, I'm happy to help, but don't feel like you need to hold back on my behalf. You take as many as you like."
"Don't mind if I do," Annette said with a wicked laugh. "Oh, this is really real, isn't it? I've hardly slept a wink. Holly's been winding me up something rotten, said there's no way I could have as much fun as she and Juliet did the other week. She asked me to thank you again, by the way.
Holly and Juliet had arranged a gangbang of their own, with Sarah's help, just a few weeks earlier. It was a much smaller affair than this was turning out, but the girls had loved it, their preference for older men being respected with twenty-eight gentlemen between the ages of thirty-five and nearly seventy years old enjoying these insatiable eighteen-year-old sluts. The footage was playing on one of the screens right now.
"Come and see our dressing room," Sarah said excitedly, grabbing Annette's hand and pulling her away from the scene of Juliet cleaning her daughters face with her tongue as she was fucked from behind.
