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This film is basically serious stuff but a hand gesture Thompson's character makes sure gave me a good laugh and teaches both young and old what effect bullying has on people I know some people who still have emotional scars from being bullied in school and that was over 40 years ago. These are emotional wounds that are hard to heal.

This film may not be for all tastes because, at times, it can be a little "torture porny", but people looking for some social significance to go along with the thriller elements should appreciate this film. It may have cliched portrayals of cheerleaders Tasha does some really stupid things in this film, but not all cheerleaders are as ditsy as her , but Tasha has one of the best final comeback lines I have heard in quite a while.

An enjoyable low-budget film that is as inventive as it is relevant. Besides, any film that makes Charles Manson look like an ass is OK in my book. We are all individuals. We just have to remember that. It is available on many streaming services, though. A topless woman slits her wrists with a razor blade.

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A businessman puts a plastic bag over his head, tightens the drawstring and jumps into a river.

Another man lights a match inside his car, which is doused in gasoline, and blows himself up we see a shot shot of him burning to death. A father kills his two young children with a machine-gun before turning it on himself. Just what is the cause of these suicides?

Is it a case of mass hysteria Rome is going through a sweltering heatwave or are there more sinister causes at work? Simona, who is over-worked and over-heated, has a freak-out scene where she imagines all the dead bodies in the morgue come to life and have sex with each other it must be seen to be believed! Simona is a new resident at an apartment complex, where she meets her upstairs neighbor, red-headed Betty Lenox Gaby Wagner , who knocks on Simona's door to borrow an envelope.

Betty hears her phone ring, runs upstairs and we can tell by the look on her face that the phone call is trouble. She runs out of the apartment complex, nearly gets raped by two drunk pedestrians, goes to church and then is picked up by someone she knows but we don't see. The next day, Simona is in the morgue when the newest "suicide" is brought to her.

It is the body of a young woman who stuck a pistol under her chin and pulled the trigger We see her face which is missing teeth and one eyeball is hanging out of the socket! It turns out that this female stiff is the body of Betty Lenox without her red wig. You see, Father Paul's last name is Lenox and Betty was his sister.

Right away, we see that Father Paul is a sandwich short of a picnic, as he yells to Simona, "Show me some respect! Show me some respect! Making matter worse, someone is stalking Simona, trying to kill her. There are many people who could be the stalker, as they are also hiding secrets of their own. Besides Father Paul and the caretaker whom we see beating his dog for barking , there's Riccardo, who seems to know more than he is telling; Simona's father, Lello Carlo Cataneo , who buys a pistol from the caretaker for reasons not yet made clear; Lello's former lover Danielle Angela Goodwin , who is an artist of grotesque paintings of death she works at a "criminal museum" that is full of photos of real-life death and wax figures of murderers ; Simona's Uncle Gianni Massimo Serato; DON'T LOOK NOW - , who lies to Simona on when he arrived in Rome.

Even Simona herself is a strange bird, as she cannot make love to Riccardo without seeing the bodies of corpses coming to life. It seems that everyone in this film has secrets they would kill for. Simona and Father Paul find the caretaker hanging by his neck in his bathroom he used his belt as a noose. Father Paul tries to revive him in one of the strangest resuscitation methods that I have ever seen, moving his arms up and down like some air pump!

Then Lello jumps or is pushed out a window in Betty's apartment and he fractures his back, causing him to become a paraplegic, unable to talk. Just moments before, Lello and Gianni discover a letter written by Betty where she says she wishes she could become Lello's wife, but since she can't, she has taken the only action that makes sense.

Yes, this could be looked at as a suicide note, but an important document a revised will is missing, which could prove Betty was murdered. Simona and Father Paul decide to hook up Lello with an experimental machine that will enable him to answer questions with his eye movements. Once hooked up to the machine, they ask him if he tried to commit suicide, but all he is able to communicate are the letters "SIMONASEI" before he convulses and dies, foaming at the mouth just like the caretaker did The letters are part of a quotation in Italian, but it is not translated for English speaking audiences.

It really doesn't matter, though. The reveal of the killer is a cheat on the audience, as we are never clued-in on the killer's motivations until the film's final minutes. It seems that Riccardo was injecting people with a deadly paralytic agent to cover up the fact that he killed his father years earlier so he could inherit his father's fortune. Betty had his father's revised will, which disinherited Riccardo which is why Betty wanted to borrow an envelope from Simona.

He killed everyone to get his hands on that will to destroy it. His last act is to inject Simona and Father Paul with the agent, strip them nude, put them in Simona's bathroom and turn on the gas to make it look like a double suicide. Only God is on the side of Father Paul and Simona. They miraculously revive and ruin Riccardo's plans. He dies by falling off scaffolding on top of an old church after getting into a scuffle with Father Paul.

Riccardo's final image is of tourists crowding around his crushed body. While we are never given a valid reason why some people are committing mass suicide, Simona theorizes that it has something to do with the solar flares that are causing the heatwave It's a throw-away line that is the only part of the film that is in Italian with English subtitles.

Every time someone kills themselves, we are shown close-ups of solar flares shooting off the Sun. Besides the sudden reveal of the killer and his motivations, this is an atmospheric and creepy delight. But that by no means distracts you from the fact that this is an enjoyable, twisted flick from those crazy Italians, whose country is shaped like a boot.

Which brings up the big question: What in the hell is a fork doing in a morgue? The DVD is short on extras just a U. Trejo has what is probably the biggest role of his career even bigger than his role in MACHETE - , as he appears in nearly every scene as Frank Vega, an elderly gent who is about to become a YouTube sensation.

Frank has had a hard life. After meeting his true love as a teenager, he enlists in the military and fought in the Vietnam War for seven years, the last year as a POW. He is shot in the leg while escaping the POW camp and is honorably discharged by the military, returning home to his true love who promised to wait for him , only to find her married with two kids.

He applies to the police department to become a cop, but is turned down due to his war injury. For the rest of his life, he has supported himself and his elderly mother by selling hotdogs from a cart, until one of those "boutique" food truck takes up residence across the street from him, stealing most of his customers. While taking the bus on the way home, two punks hop on board and start harassing the passengers, so Frank takes care of business and knocks the two punks out.

People on-board the bus take footage of Frank's fighting on their camera phones on and post it on YouTube called "YouSee" here, probably because YouTube wouldn't give them permission to use their name , making Frank an instant Internet sensation, who everyone dubs "Bad Ass". Frank is lacking knowledge in the technical department, as he doesn't even own a cell phone or a computer and wouldn't know how to use either even if he did have them.

While they are getting drunk at the house, Klondike throws Frank an envelope and tells him it contains a USB drive Frank has no idea what that is , explaining that if anything happens to him, he should turn it over to someone he trusts. When Klondike leaves the house to pick up a pack of Camels, he is shot dead by two guys looking for the USB drive.

They work for Panther Charles S. When Frank is notified of Klondike's death, he goes to the police precinct to see what progress they are making. After being assured everything is being done and then watching the detectives playing a game of foam basketball in the precinct's break room, Frank decides to take the law into his own hands. He becomes friends with foul-mouthed kid Martin John Duffy , who lives next door with his physically abused mother Amber Joyful Drake , who gets beat-up by her boyfriend nearly every night.

When Frank steps in and stops one of those beatings, it becomes apparent that Frank and Amber will become much more than friends even though he is old enough to be her father, but Trejo pulls it off magnificently. Frank gives the USB drive to the only cop he trusts, Patrol Officer Malark Patrick Fabian , who Frank has gone on many "ride-alongs" with and have built-up a friendship and then he begins to hunt down the people who killed his friend, starting with the two people who actually killed Klondike.

Frank sticks the goon's left hand into the garbage disposal until he gives up the location of Panther As he is walking out of the house, he says to the goon, "I hope you're a righty! Trouble is, Panther is waiting for him at the warehouse and some more goons knock Frank out. Frank breaks free and blows up the warehouse, which leads to Panther and Frank stealing busses Well, Panther really only steals a bus, as Frank is happily offered another bus because the driver recognizes him as "Bad Ass"!

A bus chase ensues the only disappointing part of the film, because it is obvious that this footage was cribbed from the Schwarzenegger film RED HEAT - and digitally altered to substitute Los Angeles for Chicago , both of them crashing the busses. Panther heads to Frank's home to kill Amber, but Franks stops him in the nick of time, beating the crap out of Panther.

The next day the Mayor is arrested, thanks to Officer Malark turning over the USB drive to the right people, everyone else is brought to justice and Frank becomes an honorary police officer. This may be the best role of his career, as it does show what a full range Trejo is capable of. He can be tough, tender, funny and romantic, sometimes all in the same scene.

Trejo and Glover make a great team. See my review in the DTV Section. It's great to see Trejo get such big roles and recognition he so richly deserves so late in his acting career, as he has been appearing in bit roles and secondary characters in nearly films since A chemical plant in the small coastal town of Palm Cove is dumping some unknown substance into the ocean via an underground runoff valve.

Mike becomes friendly with the sheriff's daughter, Eliza Roberta Leighton , and together they begin to uncover a deadly secret conspiracy that may reach to t op members of our nation's government. When swimmers and scuba divers end up missing or dead one girl and her dog discover a human head on the beach , thanks to attacks by bloodthirsty barracudas, and thousands of half-eaten fish are discovered washed ashore, Papa Jack tries to cover it up with the help of some shady looking characters wearing dark suits and sunglasses, but things take a turn for the worse when the townspeople begin to get sick and act out violently, like they have lost control of their emotions something that was covered more thoroughly in the similarly-themed film IMPULSE [].

As more people end up dead at the beach, Mike is now getting help from the Sheriff when the water samples Mike collected turn out to have an unknown trace element that seems to change the behavior of anyone or anything that ingests it and it is in the town's water supply. Snow may just be the driving force behind all this secrecy. Mike, Eliza and the Sheriff try to get outside help, but the subversive powers-that-be do a pretty good job of covering it up, killing Mike and the Sheriff in a typical nihilistic ending that the 70's so loved to give audiences.

This slow-moving thriller, directed by Harry Kerwin, who co-wrote and produced with star Wayne Crawford Crawford is also credited with directing the underwater scenes , really doesn't have much to recommend and seems to suffer from severe edits to achieve a PG rating. As usual, Crawford sleepwalks throughout the entire film and looks bored or stoned whenever he is on-screen.

The violence here, unlike the previous two films, is sparse and uninspired the barracuda attacks consists of someone shaking the camera while fake blood is released into the water, followed by close-ups of obviously fake barracuda's open mouths and notable edits even the music soundtrack jumps, which seems to indicate that the films PG rating was decided after post-production robs the viewers of any carnage.

One funny scene shows Mike turning down a roll in the hay with Eliza because he doesn't want to disrespect her father by screwing her in his house. Now I've heard everything! Harry Kerwin puts in a cameo as an assassin who guns-down three people in a local newspaper office when they get too close to the truth.

Shields and Bobbie-Ellyne Kosstrin. When the film opens, we watch as the six youths break into the home of a wealthy couple and gang-rape the woman while forcing the husband to watch. It turns out that the Inspector's suspicions were correct. Each one of these youths comes from a well-to-do family and they have bonded together, calling themselves "The Ravens".

The only problem the Inspector has is getting proof, since he runs into brick walls when trying to get anyone to s pill the beans, since the kids' influential families can ruin them for life. The newest recruit to The Ravens, Kees van Sonneveld Nicholas Hoye , may be the one person that breaks under the Inspector's questioning, but first the Inspector must navigate the unfamiliar world of society's rich, where the parents of the youths are just as corrupt if not more so as their children.

The parents put pressure on the Inspector's superiors to get him to back off, but he keeps chugging ahead trying to find out the meaning of "The cats won't like it. When Kees is eventually found dead on the beach dressed in scuba gear, the Inspector knows The Ravens are responsible, but will have a hard time proving it, so he begins his own intimidation campaign against them.

Eric Anthony Allen , the leader of The Ravens, begins an intimidation campaign of his own, threatening Feodora for talking to and sleeping with the Inspector. She finds her pet cats graphically slaughtered in her apartment, a warning to keep her mouth shut or she will be next. The truth is eventually exposed and the Inspector arrests The Ravens for murder, but he also discovers just who the "Cats" are I won't spoil it for you and that The Ravens weren't acting on their own.

They also have a Manson-like leader who was guiding their every move. Can the Inspector find enough evidence to bring this monster down? This slow, methodical thriller, directed and produced by Fons Rademakers whose film, THE ASSAULT , won the Academy Award for best foreign film in , begins with a graphically unpleasant and hard-to-watch gang rape which is edited out of some prints and then proceeds to give the viewers clues as to why these spoiled, privileged brats do what they do.

The screenplay, by Hugo Claus based on a novel by Nicolas Freeling , is not only an indictment against the wealthy and the influence they hold over the common people, it's also an indictment against parental neglect. Some parents, like Kees' father, are never around he's not even available to the police when his son is found dead , some are protective only because they don't want their family name sullied and some just don't give a shit.

While the violence besides the rape is fairly restrained the shots of Feodora's slaughtered cats is the bloodiest this film gets , the nudity, including both full-frontal male and female, is graphic and borders on pornography in some scenes It was originally Rated X when submitted to the MPAA and had to be shorn of some footage to receive an R-rating.

The final thirty minutes, where The Ravens' Svengali-like leader is exposed and we witness a flashback involving Kees' murder, an orgy and a ritualistic cat sacrifice, is about as sexually graphic as a film can get without being covered in a plain brown wrapper. The mod, brassy score, by Ruud Bos, is also a highlight.

The version I viewed was an uncut, widescreen version that I downloaded from a torrent site. BLACK ANGEL - Really bad late-'80s Italian giallo flick, full of too many coincidences to be believable, a horrendous performance by the lead actress and dubbing that could be politely be described as amateurish. In other words, it's bad enough to be attention getting, like watching a train wreck where you think your closest friend has died.

You don't want to see it, yet you can't take your eyes off of it, hoping it will get better, but you just know the result will be disastrous. Arabella model Tini Cansino; who is called "Deborah" in the English dub, so I will call her that in this review is married to novelist Francesco Veronese Francesco Casale , who is permanently in a wheelchair, put there when Deborah decided to give him oral sex while he is driving away from the church they just got married in, causing him to get into a bad car wreck and losing the use of his legs.

Francesco hasn't made love to Deborah since the accident, causing her to look for sexual thrills on her own in the middle of the night. Two men then walk up to Deborah and begin to feel her up. Luckily for Deborah, the police raid the joint. Deborah hides and when she thinks it is safe, she sneaks back to her car, only to get collared by a cop.

As the cop slaps the handcuffs on her, putting her hands behind her back, she pleads with him, saying she is not a prostitute, she just came to pick up a friend. The cop then rapes her standing up, the Italian's favorite way of having sex, at least in films of this type and when he is done, he removes the handcuffs and says, "You were right, you are not a whore! The whole time this is happening, a Private Detective Giose Davi is snapping away with his camera, taking photos of Deborah, but who hired him?

The next morning, Deborah makes breakfast for Francesco and brings it to his home office, where he sits by a typewriter, suffering from a severe case of writer's block. He screams at Deborah, telling her to get out of the room "Look at my wife. She's in love with a cripple!

The buzzer to the front gate of their home goes off and Deborah can see by the security camera that it is the cop who raped her the night before she dropped her purse when he raped her, which is how he knew where she lived. Deborah runs to the front gate and offers the cop money to go away. He's not interested in money, he just wants more of Deborah's sweet body.

Deborah tells him not here, as her husband might see them and leads him to a nearby shed, where they begin to do the nasty. Meanwhile, Francesco has come to apologize and when he can't find his wife, he wheels himself outside, even though his mother tells him not to. Francesco spies on his wife making love to the cop, but what he doesn't expect is what Deborah will do next.

Just as the cop is about to climax, Deborah hits him over the head with a mallet, killing him. This act of violence snaps Francesco out of his writer's block, creating a character called the "Black Angel", about a female vigilante who kills men who deserves to be killed, but he needs more material to finish the novel, so he sends his wife out in the night and when she comes back home, she tells him what she did and saw that night, which Francesco "fictionalizes", giving his novel an air of realism.

About the time this is all going on, a serial killer, who the press have dubbed the "Scissors Murderer", is killing men at night cutting off their penises! When she was a young girl, she saw her mother cut off her father's penis for being a serial adulterer.

Not one to keep a secret and looking to advance her career, Agnese betrays her lesbian partner and tells her secret to the press, where it makes the front page on all the newspapers the following morning, calling Gina the Scissors Murderer. Sure enough, Gina is pulled off the case and Agnese is now in charge, but something happens which makes Gina look like the serial killer that even the police can't ignore.

The real Scissors Murderer calls Gina's phone, not knowing she has been discharged from the force, and talks to Agnese, who pretends to be Gina. She agrees to meet the killer that night, as he has something he wants to give to Gina. Agnese is viciously murdered that night and guess who's the prime suspect?

That's right, it's Gina and the police have issued an all points bulletin for her arrest. She asks him to give her 24 hours to find the real killer and if she doesn't, she will turn herself in. So what does this have to do with Deborah and Francesco?

This is where the believability-straining coincidences come into play besides the big one I have just described. About two-thirds into the movie, we find out that Gina is Francesco's sister! Think about that for a moment I'll wait It turns out that Francesco was never crippled, he can walk! It turns out that he wasn't hurt in the accident, he was pretending because, as he tells Deborah, it gave him ideas for a book.

Yes, he purposely didn't make love to his wife all for the sake of his book! So why did he have writer's block??? So who is the killer? About the only surprise this film offers is when Francesco makes love to Deborah outside at night and Marta, who was following Deborah every night and doesn't know her son can walk, stabs Francesco in the back, killing him, thinking he was a rapist attacking Deborah!

Is it possible she inherited her mother-in-law's penchant for cutting off penises? Is she the new Scissors Murderer? This sleazy Italian giallo doesn't have one good thing going for it, but it has plenty of bad, enough to make you watch it from beginning to end. That may sound like a good idea to some people, but not in this film. It's extraneous, put there to cover up the fact that the story is weak.

How did she die, it wasn't clear? What, he can walk? This isn't a mystery, it's softcore bordering on hardcore porn. Add to that the acting "talents" of model Tini Cansino. As an actress, she is a great model. Even poor Evelyn Stewart real name: Films like this give giallo a bad name. S theatrical release and was released severely edited on VHS under the review title by Imperial Entertainment cutting out the majority of vagina scenes.

Even though it was free, after watching it, I thought I deserved to be paid for doing so. Avoid at all costs unless you are a masochist Hey, I've been called worse! Bouchet portrays Maria Zani, who we next see getting slapped around by her husband, Paolo Silvano Tranquili , after he receives nude photographs of her with another man.

After accusing her of being a nymphomaniac and telling her he is being blackmailed, he demands to know the man's name, but she refuses to tell him. We then see some unknown person, wearing a trench coat, a big floppy hat and flesh-colored latex gloves, preparing a long needle, then creeping into Maria's house and inserting it into the back of her neck, paralyzing her.

As she lays motionless on her bed, she can only watch she can't even scream as the killer slowly stabs her in the stomach and moves the blade upwards, killing her. Police Inspector Tellini Giancarlo Giannini interviews Paolo and finds out he and Maria were separated for three months. Tellini also finds a torn half of the blackmail photo, showing only a nude Maria and the mystery gentleman's hands, but Tellini finds a smudge in the upper right hand of the photo, which turns out to be a clue.

Paolo has the other half of the photo and hires a private investigator to find out the man's name and where he lives. The killer then murders another female victim, using the same method that was used on Maria: A paralyzing needle to the neck followed by a knife to the stomach. Tellini can find no connection between the latest victim a cocaine trafficker and Maria.

Paolo is considered the main suspect, but after professing his innocence to Tellini, he goes on the lam and swears to find the real killer. Tellini breaks one case cocaine being transported in containers of tarantulas! Paolo, with the help of the private investigator, finds his wife's lover in the photo, but a series of mishaps results in Paolo falling off the roof of a highrise building and dying, while the lover is run over by the killer who's driving a red sportscar as Tellini is chasing him.

Tellini discovers that all the killings may be tied to a blackmail ring, but the killer keeps knocking-off any potential witnesses. When the killer tries to take Tellini's life with a runaway pipe truck , Tellini must find a way to stop the killer before it becomes even more personal. A mysterious gloved killer, some brutal murders, plenty of red herrings and lots of nudity. Scripter Lucile Laks also puts us deep into Inspector Tellini's personal life, introducing us to his flaky wife, Anna Stefania Sandrelli , who, at one point, sells all the furniture in their apartment, leaving them only with a bed!

Throughout the film, Tellini tells his wife that he's going to quit the force because he feels that he's not "up to it", but time and time again he proves to us that he is probably the smartest man in the department. This would make the perfect companion piece with HANNIBAL , if only to imagine star Giancarlo Giannini playing an older version of his Tellini character in that film Their characters are strikingly similar in both films, right down to having wives needing money and wanting to leave the police force.

For a lot of American audiences, this was their first taste of giallo. Not a bad way to be introduced to the genre, if you ask me. As with a lot of giallo films, the opening scenes are an important clue to the killer's identity. Also, the use of primary colors play a role in telling the story. Here, red is the dominate color. Try to spot how many scenes director Cavara uses red in the background or on objects and clothing.

Ennio Morricone once again provides an evocative and powerful music score to compliment the murder and action set-pieces. Blue Underground offers the fully-uncut 98 minute version in a nice, but not perfect, widescreen print on DVD. When Henry leaves, Frederic follows Melinda into her apartment complex, where he brutally kills her using karate moves and slamming her head over-and-over on a stair bannister.

High-price call girl Karen Raina Barrett; STIGMA - descends the stairs after her weekly meeting in the penthouse with her wealthy john and spots Frederic in the complex entrance but she doesn't see the murder , even offering to make a date with him in the future Frederic follows her home to find out where she lives. Since Rearson is as crooked as a corkscrew, he agrees, but he has to contend with Lieutenant Tommy Blade John Marley; THE CAR - , a no-nonsense honest cop practically the only one in this film who decides to investigate Melinda's murder his own way after arresting Henry and knowing he is not the killer Reardon threatens to put in Blade's retirement papers if he doesn't listen to him.

Blade is a divorced cop who lives with much younger novelist Maggie Kathryn Walker and doesn't see his young son as much as he should He confiscates a. Blade gets a call and pays a visit to Black Panther-type leader Chris an early role for Morgan Freeman , who tells him that he better release Henry, otherwise there will be a black militant uprising.

Blade treats everyone the same: He says what he means and doesn't care what the consequences are. When Frederic murders Karen he gives her a few katate chops and kicks, then strangles her with a telephone cord so she can't identify him to the police, only Blade notices the similarities between Melinda and Karen's deaths.

Another crooked cop, also on Congressman Powers' payroll, steals Karen's red appointment book which could sink the Congressman's presidential aspirations and locks it in his car's glove compartment but he doesn't even bother locking his car doors! Blade picks the glove compartment lock and steals the appointment book, which is a treasure trove of important information.

Meanwhile, female secretary Jill Connors Karen Machon knows something is hinky with new hire Frederic Peterson and does some investigation into his background with the help of ex-CIA operative Gail a cameo by Rue McClanahan and discovers that Frederic Peterson's name is actually Frederic Powers and he was dishonorably discharged from the Marines during the Korean War for the brutal beating death of a Korean girl.

Yes, Frederic is actually Congressman Powers' brother and the Congressman has been covering-up Frederic's murderous ways ever since he was released from a mental institution after the war. Frederic was sent to live with his elderly Aunt Cynthia Katherine Squire , who makes sure he stays out of trouble she doesn't do such a good job.

When Frederic kills Jill and then Aunt Cynthia for ratting on him to his brother , he sets up Blade who quits the police force in disgust for a final showdown in a wooded park with Maggie as bait, where he beats the snot out of Blade before Blade shoots him dead with the zip gun. A final on-screen scrawl tells us that Congressman Powers won the election by only 1, votes and Blade was found not guilty of murdering Frederic after Reardon and several cops were convicted of corruption , being reinstated to the police force.

First of all, the print used by Code Red, although shown in its proper aspect ratio, is a total mess They did much better with their uncut DVD version of director Bert I. It is full of emulsion scratches and dirt even a hair or two , is missing some frames which makes us miss some dialogue here and there and even shows us the reel change dots in the upper right hand of the screen Code Red founder Bill Olsen wants us to believe this is a grindhouse experience, as it is apparent that no restoration at all was even applied to the film's less-than-stellar celluloid elements.

There's not much action in the film and even less violence, just Frederic kicking the shit out of women and Blade it is brutal, but not as bloody as it could have been. There is plenty of nudity, though, including Karen's ditzy porn actress roommate, Claudell Geri Miller , who is topless in all her scenes Steve Landesberg puts in a comedic appearance as Claudell's porn director.

The film looks like it was edited with a trowel, as one scene jumps to the next, many of them without any connective tissue at all The majority of the film also looks to have been lensed with hand-held cameras. John Marley is good in the role much of his dialogue seems improvised , but his attire, including wearing a hankerchief around his neck like it was a tie, definitely shows the film's early's roots.

BLADE doesn't quite deliver as a thriller, action or exploitation film. It feels more like a 70's TV cop movie with added nudity and curse words. It's good as a time capsule many of the actors here have since passed away , but not much else. In other words, Bava's output was a little schizophrenic, but there was always one thing you could count on in both his bad and good films: The film opens up with two young boys pressuring another young boy to enter the basement of what is probably a haunted house.

They tease him by repeating. The young boy slowly walks down the stairs, while we hear the sound of a heartbeat on the soundtrack. When the boy disappears in the shadows and then screams, the heartbeats stop and someone or something throws the tennis ball up the stairs, it hitting a wall and leaving a round bloodstain where it impacts.

The two young boys flee as if their lives depended on it and probably crapping their pants in the process. When Bruno goes to sit at his piano and record his first session to the soundtrack, he notices that a nude photo of one of the women in his girly magazines has been sliced-up We earlier see an unknown person with one of those retractable X-Acto knives [the kind that "clicks" when you move the blade up or down], slicing up that picture while Bruno is not present , but Bruno thinks it was Giovanni and one of his quirks and continues composing.

Bruno think that Giovanni is the only other person around. Before they can talk, Tony calls on the phone and Katia goes to use the bathroom, but when Bruno is done talking to Tony, Katia has disappeared. He discovers Katia's diary in the closet and begins reading it, where she says that she is about to reveal a big secret to someone very soon.

Bruno continues to record the soundtrack, while a killer with the same X-Acto knife attacks Katia outside, slicing her face and her hand, but she gets away, only to get caught behind some chicken wire fencing where the killer graphically cuts Katia's stomach and slices her throat through the openings in the chicken wire. Bruno can't hear her screams because he is playing the piano and recording it.

He plays back his recording while the killer is dragging the dead corpse of Katia away, where he hears a strange abnormality on the tape. It sounds like a woman's voice, but he can only make out "Secret Bruno steps outside to smoke a cigarette and nearly catches the killer dragging Katia's body away, but when he steps back inside to find droplets of blood on his pants, he goes outside again to discover even more blood, but no body.

He once again returns to the inside of the villa, only to find his recording destroyed and pages from Katia's diary burning in the fireplace. Someone is trying to cover up their tracks. Bruno does some research and discovers that a woman named Linda rented the villa before him and Tony tells him that he put some of her stuff in a locked room in the cellar.

Tony tells him to forget about the room and finish his music soundtrack when Bruno asks for the key. Bruno has no objections and we then see the killer watching Angela strip naked in the pool-house to get into her bathing suit. While Angela is swimming in the pool, she discovers the X-Acto knife at the bottom and places it at the edge of the pool.

Bruno has made a trip to the film studio, where both we and Bruno discover that the scene we saw at the beginning of the film with the three boys is actually part of the final reel of Sandra's horror film, while Bruno plays the scene in forward and reverse to get a sense on how to score it What the two mean boys call the other boy turns out to be a major clue as to who the killer is.

The killer, who we now discover has hands with red nail polish and wears a nice pair of black pumps, plunges a knife into Angela's hand while she is washing her hair in a sink, pinning her hand to the counter. The killer murders Angela by putting a clear plastic bag over her head and banging her cranium over and over on the porcelain sink until the plastic bag fills with her blood there's a particularly nasty scene of the knife that is pinning Angela's hand slicing it until her hand is free.

The killer pulls the knife out of the counter and cuts Angela's throat for good measure. Eerily, the killer seems to be disturbed by all the blood that is scattered throught the bathroom and it is a lot! Now is the time I ask readers a few questions, because I never give away the ending of a giallo film in my reviews.

Here are the questions: Is the mysterious Linda involved because she is hiding something or someone in that locked room in the basement? Is Julia so jealous that she will kill any woman who gets close to her boyfriend she shows up during the final third of the film holding a big knife? Is Sandra using Bruno as a pawn to come up with a good final act to her film?

Could Bruno actually be the killer since we never see him and the killer in the same shot not even when he discovers the blood on his pants? What about Giovanni, as we never see him leave the property or even have a girlfriend? And what does a cedar chest full of tennis balls have to do with it all? I've given you more than enough clues. Now you need to figure it out.

Actually, the killer's identity is rather easy to figure out since there are precious too few red herrings. I'm not going to tell you who it is, but it all makes sense in the end. Lamberto Bava borrows many themes from other giallo and slasher films, but he gives us some wince-inducing moments here, especially Angela's pinned hand slowly being sliced open between her fingers as the killer is bashing her head in, putting pressure on her hand to move backwards, as the camera lovingly stays on the hand as it is being sliced open.

As a giallo film, this is just average and full of holes The villa that Bruno is living in is supposed to be secluded, but he sure gets a lot of visitors and it seems to be a short car ride to the film studio , but it is still entertaining nonetheless. The trick here is that every person in the film holds some type of bladed weapon at one time or another in the film, so any of them could be the killer but, as the film progresses and the small cast begins getting killed, it is obvious at the halfway point that only one person could be the killer.

Blogger Template by Blogcrowds. One of my most embarrassing CFNM experiences ever was in front of a girl I had known for a couple of years but had never really been naked in front of her. She had seen pics of me though which was a turn on but not like seeing me in the flesh.

The thing is, I had sort of grown in to being submissive to girls and had a lot of CFNM experiences that came from that. I mean if a dominant girl says to strip. Nicole was her name, quite a bit younger then me and quite attractive. I hadn't seen her in a while but we met at a small pub for a bite to eat and a beer.

After we finished I said I needed a washroom break before we left. She said that was fine but if I was with her then I had no choice but to use the ladies room with her. I was instantly excited about the thoughts of this and started getting hard. She sent me in first to make the risk a little higher, telling me to just walk in and if I got caught Luckily I didn't get caught but when Nicole closed the stall door and then slipped past me and sat down on the toilet I was both turned on and nervous.

Get your pants off she ordered. Let's see this big cock up close, she said. She was only about a foot away from me at eye level with my cock as I unzipped my pants. Just at that same second though, we heard footsteps coming toward the door. She quickly said to stand on the toilet so my feet didn't show under the stall door. I did just what she said just in time. A girl walked into the room and was searching for an empty stall.

Our door rattled and then she went to the next stall and we could hear her unfastening her pants etc. That's when I looked down and realized that Nicole now had my cock shoved right in her face and she was examining every bit of me. I grabbed it and slowly jerked off in front of her until the other girl finally left but I was blushing more then I had ever blushed I think.

Nicole giggles at my embarrassment and then thanked me for the show and got up and left me there. Naked and hard in the ladies room. Embarrassed and too scared to try to sneak out alone, but I made out ok. She told me afterwards, as we walked down the street, me still fully hard, that she originally had planned on keeping my clothes and leaving me there naked.

She still teases me about the show she got. Practically a lap dance haha. A had for a couple of years already been soiling the sheets with my nightly juices almost every night and my attention to schoolwork and helping out at home had become more and more distracted by my growing and constantly aching cock and balls. The actual trigger was when my mother surprised me twice one afternoon when I was happily stroking my member in the family bathroom but had forgotten to lock the door.

I might even have been staring at her heavy breasts while continuing. Having taken the early morning train from our home town, which itself felt like it was in the very periphery of civilization, I arrived in late afternoon at the tiny and desolate train station in the valley closest to the mountain farm. There I was taken as the only passenger by an elderly farmer in his horse carriage upwards and onwards along the winding mountain paths.

It was a hot and humid day, even as we ascended into the higher altitudes, and there were only the sounds of birds and insects, buzzing lazily in the warmth of the summer day. After a few hours we came across a large wooden sign by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. It was written in the local dialect and thus incomprehensible to me as was the mumbling of the farmer apparently he also only spoke the local dialect as he pointed and gestured somewhat nervously indicating that this was my stop.

Standing on the road side with the one backpack, I brought, I watched him quickly turn around the carriage hurrying off in the same direction as we came, decidedly much faster than when we arrived. I remember wondering what this was all about. I had never met any of them, but they fit the description, although all off them much more beautiful than I thought.

They were all wearing loose, white summer dresses contrasting with the long red hair and pale, freckled skin, which all three of them had. The mother, Helena, was a very beautiful woman in her early forties, with a low-cut dress showing of her large, firm breasts, and her long red hair kept in a loose knot under a large white hat that provided shadow to her beautiful blue eyes and perfect mouth.

Her eldest daughter, Heidi, was a bit older than me, and almost a fully flowered woman, although more modestly endowed than her mother. The youngest, Ida, almost my age but more shy and timid, was thinner and smaller than her sister and flat-chested at that, but still very, very beautiful.

Both had sparkling green eyes. I was immediately attracted to them all, and I noticed that my always restive cock was stirring in crotch of my pants. I immediately noticed their perfumes which engulfed me in a heavenly and intoxicating smell of flowers and…something else, not quite distinguishable. I imagined it was some natural healthy scent of sexually mature women.

It turned out that Heidi and Ida only spoke the local dialect or that they were otherwise too shy to speak anything else. So after a while only Helena spoke. That is the most important rule for each and every one of us. Mother was always alluding to the supposedly privileged life I was living, and had over the years mentioned the hard lessons learned by the frontier life led by her ancestors in the mountain region I was now entering, and the family members still living here, such as Helena and her daughters.

I was to learn soon enough. Getting prepared Not much else was said on the ride. It was already getting late when we arrived at the farm and the sun was beginning to set. Around the farm house on the slope grazed goats, and chickens and geese ran across the yard. I was installed in a small room up under the roof in one of the side wings, where I put my backpack down on the floor.

Helena and the girls had prepared a cold supper when I returned downstairs. While they had bread with honey and jam, I was offered a generous portion of a kind of rich cottage cheese unfamiliar to me, almost meaty in consistence. Nothing more was said, but they all sneaked strange glances at me while I ate it and I was wondering what it all was about.

Afterwards, it was lights out, and I went to my room where I quickly fell asleep, probably due the mountain air. It seemed that my balls were slightly bigger than normal, which at the time I disregarded as a figment of my too vivid teenage boy imagination. My backpack was now nowhere to be seen, so I went downstairs in my night shirt. Heidi had prepared a morning meal for me: Another ample portion of the rich cottage cheese.

Afterwards, it got awkward. Heidi beckoned me to come into the adjacent room, a kind of scullery with tiled floors and walls, where I was seated in a strangely looking heavy wooden chair standing in the middle of the room. My slightly wavy dark hair had indeed been growing a bit long in the weeks before my departure from home.

As soon as I sat, Heidi drew my shirt over my head in a quick motion leaving me only in my briefs. Struck by the surprise and by the long speech in her incomprehensible language she was giving in the meantime, I simply rested passive and puzzled, as she then fixated me to the seat by first a thick leather belt around my torso, then four metal buckles locking my wrists and ankles to the armrests and legs of the chair and finally two straps going around each of my thighs individually.

She then tilted the seat backwards with great ease as it turned out it was mounted on a kind of smooth hinging mechanism. The seat came apart, spreading my legs wide, and I suddenly found myself on my back in the seat in a position similar to a female patient at her gynecologist. She did produce a pair of large scissors, but instead gently began cutting my briefs apart.

Imagine my embarrassment when she then pulled away the remaining pieces of slashed cloths throwing them in the bin and leaving me completely exposed in the chair as naked as good had created me. There she stood, the beautiful redhead girl in her loose white dress and looking at me in my nakedness with alert, emerald eyes and a smile and laugh from her pretty, white face freckled by the sun.

She was clearly in charge. She had the air of a professional, as if this really was as mundane as a normal haircut, but she nonetheless stole quite a few anticipating glances at my revealed cock as she prepared the next steps. Her flower perfume and womanly scent filled the room and my nostrils to great effect.

My cock was still aching as were by now also my balls and my manhood therefore slowly rose towards her as I lay there completely helpless. I could feel this would be an almost raging hard-on as my swollen cock gradually began to throb and pulsate. She began by first snipping away my pubic hair with new smaller scissors. Very methodically and thoroughly she chipped away my dark genital bush and in the process moving my now fully erect cock and aching balls around to make room.

I constantly felt her warm breath on my crotch and anus as she absorbed herself in the task and my cock was by now fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. It took her about half an hour or more all the while that my massively hardened cock was almost constantly encircled by her girlish fingers.

When she had cut down as much hair as was possible with the scissors, she soaped in my cock, balls and anus with flower scented foam and began shaving my intimate areas with a handheld razor blade. Just as methodically and thoroughly and with her face just as close to the action as before, she shaved away the remaining public and anus hair, removing even the smallest most insignificant stubble on her way.

She was clearly an expert with the sharp blade, as there was no accidental cuts whatsoever. She then ran her slender soft fingers slowly over the shaven areas to feel for stubbles, that she might have missed, and once or twice redid the shaving where she found any imperfections.

She even used her tongue to verify the smoothness of the shaving, which immediately sent electrical jolts of pleasure though my boner, especially when her fine, red probing tongue tongue circled my anus to check the shaving there. She was clearly pleased that this produced a visible bobbing of my cock, and she continued the circling more than what was probably necessary to check the shaving.

Now completely smooth around my genitals and anus, she gently rubbed in some scented oil or lotion to moisten my exposed skin. She finished up by dressing me in a sort of leather thong. It tightly encircled the basis of my penis below the balls almost as a cock ring. It then went around the hips with two string joined on the back just above my ass cheeks and a string from there buried in the crack of my ass and attached to the lower part of the cock ring.

Before closing and tightening the thong, Heidi fastened a sort of small butt plug on the leather string in the back. She gently oiled my anus with her middle finger with which also penetrated deeper and deeper into it, oiling the ring muscle thoroughly. She then oiled the butt-plug, inserted it effortlessly into my anus and closed and tightened the thong good and proper so that it the cock ring was firmly pressed into the skin around the base of my throbbing cock and balls and the butt-plug was driven deeply into my anus.

Heidi tilted the chair back onto its feet and released me from the seat. Heidi was clearly pleased with my subservience and she kissed me gently on my forehead and caressed my cock with a couple of strokes along its length as a kind of encouragement. However with telling gestures and ultimately a painful squeezing of my balls, Heidi impressed on me the clear message that I was under no circumstances to touch my own genitals, let alone try to get myself off, should I contemplate anything selfish and disrespectful like that.

Helena scarcely took notice of my nakedness and my protruding cock, while Ida, obviously less familiar with the male anatomy, could hardly stop herself from gawking at my thick manhood and the glistening threads of pre-cum that occasionally dripped to the hardwood floor in the kitchen as I clumsily tried to help out with whatever tasks the three women were doing.

Helena mostly laughed heartily at my questions, but never gave away any useful clues. You will risk ejaculation which will not at all be useful to anybody and therefore punishable by intense pain. Afternoons in the sun For all meals, I slurped up increasingly large portions of the special cottage cheese. I was beginning to like it very much. I thought it was my imagination, but shortly after eating it, I always felt a slight tingling sensation in my aching balls, even more now where their sensitivity was increased by the leather cock ring and the tight thong I wore all the time.

My cock went like a pendulum from stiffly erect to semi-erect, but it never went completely soft at any time. It felt like I leaked several liters of pre-cum a day on every floor all over the farm house. However, it turned out that the very remoteness of the mountain farm meant that only guests explicitly intending to go to the farm itself would come within viewing distance of the areas where I walked around in my splendid nakedness.

And guests were not so frequent before some time later during my stay. These were a couple of good days, and a managed to work up an almost all-over-tan. I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my cock and balls always smoothly shaven as I lay for hours on my back in the grass fields or on the warm rocks.

I could see the trains come and go far down in the valley as distant as the surface of the moon. I was usually sent out after a breakfast of plenty of cottage cheese perhaps only after a renewed intimate shaving. Ida or Heidi would bring me cold glasses of milk during the day, and often also my cottage cheese lunch to eat amongst the goats. In the evening, before sunset, I would be called in with the goats for an ample dinner before lights-off.

My stay so far in no way felt like the punishment I had thought my mother intended it to be. Come to think of it, it felt like I was as much the domesticated farm animal as the goats I was supposed to be watching over. My cock now only ached occasionally as the permanent hardness seemed to gradually provide for some sort of make-believe relief.

However, my balls were growing almost visibly heavier and heavier by the day. It was as if all I ate these days went directly into my balls and increasing their weight. Both Heidi and Ida would in turn take their lunch with me in the open. They always came alone, always without the other and always without Helena.

The language barrier prevented small-talk with the two girls, but we nonetheless got along very well together. When Heidi brought lunch, we would sometimes lie together in silence in the semi-shadow of a tree after eating. She would remove her light white dress which I found was the only fabric she wore, and pack it under her head as a pillow letting her long, curly red hair spread out over it.

That allowed me to watch her beautiful body in its entire adolescent splendor. She had perfect mounds of white flesh for breasts with fragile looking pink nipples which gained a discernible stiffness as we lay there together naked. She had a neatly trimmed red bush, suitable for an expert public hair dresser, above her almost glowing pink pussy lips which protruded from between her legs and whose color stood out in contrast to the marble-like whiteness of the rest of her body.

I spend hours watching her and thinking about the imagined tightness of her cunt. In those moments, my cock would almost stretch out beyond its normal length, and I would more clearly feel in my anus the butt-plug penetrating from the leather strips of my thong. When Ida brought me lunch, she engorged even more freely in looking at my swollen cock and balls than she did in the seemingly constricting presence of her sister or mother in the house.

I would perhaps lie on my back in the sun, and she would lie beside me fully dressed , lying on her side, her head resting on her arm, face towards me at the level of my dick, so she could have a clear view of my perpetually stiffening manhood. She would often touch the tip of the purple cock-head drawing long threads of pre-cum to see how long they could be made, before licking it from her fingertips in her mouth.

She would perhaps also run one of her long, polished and coated nails gently up and down the length of my shaft, or she would cup one or two hands under my swollen balls as if to secretly guess their increase in weigh. She sometimes spoke to herself in the local dialect and once in a while tried to teach me some of its words, but I failed miserably to learn any of them.

Becuming useful Then came the first harvest time: One morning after breakfast, instead of wandering of into the fields, Helena and Heidi led me to the barn across the yard. There I was placed with my back against a wooden plate with a large hole where my ass was placed. Helena spread out my arms and legs and fixated them with numerous metal buckles rendering me almost immovable.

She now removed my leather thong, my dick slapping back up against my stomach flinging pre-cum around as she pulled away the cock ring. Heidi then passed onto her some mechanical contraption that looked like a set of metal shorts. They opened and Helena prepared to fasten it around my bottom half.

In my anus went another butt-plug, but somehow flexible and inflatable and much larger to provide much more precise anal stimulus than the plug I had now been wearing for days. Around the base of my cock under my balls was placed another cock-ring likewise flexible. My balls were wrapped in a small velvety soft bag. My cock was dressed in a kind of condom with a tube on its end.

Along the length of the shaft a series of rubber rings were fastened around the cock on the outside of the condom. The rings were connected by a metal finger running along the length of the cock along with different kinds of valves and mechanics. The contraption was now closed around me, and connected via cables to what seemed like a bicycle.

The tube at the end of the condom was connected to a small glass container. This is our chosen way. Nevertheless, I managed to listen to Helena carrying on. It has been agreed to allow one male specimen into the region for this purpose, and I secured our mountain farm as the site for the experiment, as I have developed a few competitive advantages in this area in the anticipation of the arrival of a qualified candidate like you.

I hope to build up a supply not only for the obvious essential purposes but also allowing for a little conspicuous luxury consumption previously unthinkable, if you know what I mean. So you will be our first try. Helena wiped her forehead with her arm, but then decided to button down her dress allowing me full view to her cleavage as a side-effect.

Heidi said something to Helena and gave her thumbs up. Helena ordered Heidi on the bike where she immediately began treading its pedals. I instantly felt a wave of pleasure as I now discovered that the intricate contraption was simply a sophisticated machine to jerk me off. She was kind enough to offer you as a much-needed kick-start to our program. Bur I dare not take any chances.

I gather you have already guessed that our creamy and fulfilling cottage cheese — a secret and very special invention of my own — is meant to produce large amounts of sperm in your balls, so that our production is more likely to hit the critical mass.

Her words confused as well as delighted me. The jerking off together with the view of her sweaty cleavage and the vision as myself and my cock and balls as simply a piece of cattle to be milked, aroused me like nothing else, I had ever experienced. As Heidi pedaled and the contraption pumped away along the entire length of my incredible hardened cock shaft and kept on stimulating my anus and prostate as never before, I was already drifting rapidly towards my first climax in almost a week.

Mind you, this after being erect or semi-erect for every waking hour, surrounded by three very beautiful women, one showing herself of naked and regularly shaving my cock, balls and anus, another playing with my balls and pre-cum and sipping it up from her fingers between her beautiful lips.

On top of that I had been fed loads and loads of the special cottage cheese that was clearly and visibly accelerating and multiplying my already powerful sperm generation capacity beyond my own wildest fantasy. I think I actually managed to hold on for a few minutes by the sheer difficulty of letting myself go after this much restraint and now overpowering stimulation.

I saw myself almost from the outside and I saw the thick gooey cum continuously squirt and squirt from my twitching and throbbing cock and into the tube, and dripping down in the glass container in cascades. The first time I came, I think I shot five or six large jets of thick white sperm, before it stopped.

Heidi and Helena were both smiling and talking excitedly between them. They were repeatedly pointing to the glass container being gradually filled with every jizz from my red hot cock and balls, clearly impressed with everything. After my first ejaculation ended, Heidi simply pedaled on, without mercy, urged on by Helena in her buttoned down dress.

However, I very quickly recovered, and the cottage cheese must have had an even more amazing effect than I thought possible, because I soon ejaculated again even more powerfully and voluminously than the first time. This continued for a number of times until my balls were utterly emptied and the glass container seemed almost filled to the brim.

Helena and Heidi released me from the contraption and the buckles, strapped on my regular leather thong, walked me to the hammock in the back garden while lovingly caressing my ass, cock and balls. There I soon fell into a deep and refreshing sleep. Hands on Life went on in that way for a while: Eating loads of cottage cheese and feeling my balls swell gradually in the shadow of my always fully or semi erect cock dripping ropes of pre-cum, sunbathing among the other domesticated animals often in the company of the two beautiful girls that would either be looking at my manhood or being looked upon in their nakedness.

I was brought in to be milked in the barn every other or third day, releasing my growing loads of thick, creamy cum into the waiting glass container. After the milking began, Helena even came around with lunch herself sometimes, unaccompanied by her daughters. She talked more freely now, obviously treasuring my presence on the farm more and more, even if only for selfish reasons.

She also fondled me, particularly enjoying weighting my swelling balls in her hands, her eyes glowing like a proud beekeeper. Once, she even kissed them, and afterwards ran her probing tongue up and down my shaft a couple of times and sipped up some pre-cum for her to taste and swallow. She had the air of a very successful and determined woman. It turned out my sperm was being put on small marmalade jugs and sold to neighboring farms for a handsome price.

In the beginning this was mostly for eating which was the luxury consumption mentioned by Helena. Long deprived of a natural source of sperm and daring only to bring into the community by barter only the minimum amount of foreign sperm necessary for the essential purpose of procreating, there was a very high demand for sperm to consume in more wasteful ways.

Some enjoyed swallowing it as refreshment. Some rubbed it on their tits and bodies as a lotion or sunscreen. Some even used it to simulate the male ejaculation with the help of specially designed strap-on dildos when the beautiful women of the region regularly made love to each other. In this way gallons of sperm ejaculated from my balls that summer found its way to the mouths, skins and pussies of hundreds of beautiful women in the region around mountain farm.

Helena even introduced a new addition to my diet. It was a rich and tasty juice made of a mixture of berries and flowers found only in the vicinity of the mountain farm. Its effect was to increase the probability of my sperm producing only female offspring, a highly desirable quality from the point of view of Helena as it would reduce the likelihood of spawning male children that could eventually grow up to break the monopoly of mountain farm in its niche in the highly profitable market for fresh sperm.

I would not be the one to undercut my own value. Normally, boys would be sent away to families in the outside world, but even the slightest possibility of someone getting the cleaver idea to keep a male offspring of such a prized stud like me, for future sperm production was not something Helena was going to risk.

Almost no one visited the farm in the first week of my stay, except for the two or three occasions where good girlfriends of Helena came by to have lesbian sex with her. These tended to be hour-long tender sessions of mutual oral pleasing and finger fucking, mostly in rooms on the ground floor or even just outside the farm house where Helena was sure I and the girls would be able to observe them.

Business was open in the hours before lunch, and Helena encouraged me to hang around the fields close to the farm house on those hours, obviously to let customers catch a sight of the prime stud and increase sales. I obliged, particularly as the glaring looks of the many beautiful women in all ages invariably sent powerful electric tingles of pleasure all the way down into the deepest reaches of my pouch.

I liked to lie on my back in the sun, legs towards the footpath leading up to the farm, and spread widely apart, so that my towering cock and heavy-hanging balls would be on clear display for any visitors. This eventually led naturally into another profitable business enterprise for mountain farm.

One afternoon, Helena, Heidi and Ida took me into a room in the ground floor of the north wing of the farm house, resembling a small class room. There I was fastened to a table in the middle of the room and the leather thong removed. If the constant tight pressure of the strips, the cock ring and the butt-plug had kept me erect during the preceding days, their removal curiously had the exact same effect, but even more so.

Being freed from all reins, lying flat on my back on the school room table with my cock and balls to hover freely in every which direction they pleased, proved a very powerful stimulant. I imagined I grew even more than usual. Soon, paying guests arrived. This was an offer to feel up the source of all that wonderful sperm they had greedily been consuming.

They were mostly shy about touching at first, but Helena was always there, urging them on by her own demonstrations. She would fondle my balls, point my cock shaft in different directions, and even give it a couple of gentle strokes. Of course, she could not allow any ejaculation to take place as it would diminish the harvest of my sperm.

But she had a technique, where a hard squeeze of the shaft by the fingers right below the purple head could halt any approaching ejaculation in its course. This allowed her and the more and more daring guests to give me hand-jobs and even suck my dick-head, shaft and balls, which was all immensely exciting for me. I particularly enjoyed when Helena or a guest sneaked a finger or even two into my receptive anus and probed around for and found my prostate to gently massage.

This felt like increasing the sensitivity of everything else and heightening the tension in my cock shaft and ball-sack to the point of the almost unbearable. As the gift of foretelling the ejaculation was by far greatest with Helena, she constantly hovered around any hand-jobs or blow-jobs to prevent any mishaps with her squeezing fingers.

I sometimes came very close to cumming at the hands or mouths of particularly beautiful guests, but Helena always managed to avert any disasters. For Helena, it was clearly mostly a catalyzer to encourage guests to assume their own stroking, licking and probing rather than a purpose onto itself. For Heidi, it was obviously just a genuine and undiluted pleasure, while for Ida, it was a question of learning how to handle the manly tools as expertly as her sister and her mother.

It so excited me when Helena would take a truly maternal interest in teaching Ida to understand with her own fingers and tongue how to bring me to the very edge of cumming either by sensuous stroking of my glistening member, by the playful dance of her young soft tongue on my cock head or on my balls, or by the gentle prodding of her finger in my anus, before sqeezing hard to abort an approaching blast of sperm.

These tutorials often took place in longer and longer sessions in the presence of all three women after the ride was closed for outside visitors and the paying guests had left. I was just the stallion that was being saddled and tamed by these three enthusiastic cow-girls. Out and about All these routines provided a happy and varied existence for me at mountain farm.

Alternately eating and being fondled, sucked, masturbated and milked was all a boy like me could really dream of. However, the forfeit of so much sperm for the pleasure of one single customer meant that the price was out of reach for all but the most affluent. So it only took place very few times. Helena would take me to the customer herself and monitor the act itself, wanting to make sure her price stud would not be harmed in any way.

However, I suspect she was also quite the voyeur and relished at the sight of my glistening cock pumping deeply into the wet pussies of other women. However, there was an exception for women within the same household, as long as it was limited to what could be managed within the space of three hours. One of the few visits I made was actually to a farm with two mothers and three daughters, who would all join in.

This was obviously a woman with a healthy sexual appetite and the object of her desires were clearly me and the many ways I was pleasing this female family of five by fucking their many wonderful pussies, cleavages, mouths, hands, thighs, ass-cheeks and ass-holes. I had somehow built up an incredible stamina from the many hands-on demonstrations in the classroom. This would allow me to continue uninterrupted with undiminished strength in the same position, a new position or in a new hole of the same woman or of another beautiful woman.

It was like their pussies, assholes and mouths sucked me and my cock into them with such magnetism that I was positively drawn to and addicted to it and were happy to fuck on and on and on as long as time permitted. Although for clients, my numerous explosive ejaculations must have been a major part of the service provision, it was only a minor part of my own pleasure.

I would cum 8 or even 10 times in the space of three hours, and the clients planned their turns around it, so that if an entire household was involved, everyone would get their share of my sperm. Almost all my ejaculations were equally powerful, but the first ones tended to be more so and thus usually reserved for the leading lady of the house, or for the member of the household whom it was judged to be most urgent to impregnate, if not the same.

I took a special pleasure in imagining how my first explosion inside the cunt of this deserving client would shoot numerous long thick ropes of cum deep into her uterus and shower her eggs with my plentiful and virile sperm. Very few fertile women could withstand this onslaught of jizz, and in the end I believe I managed to make almost all of the clients I fucked this way pregnant with healthy, beautiful girls.

On the way back to the mountain farm, Helena would always hold my hand and stroke my dick casually so that any tendency for it to soften after the momentous efforts would be neutralized and I would be fully erect and again eagerly dripping pre-cum long before we arrived home.

It also helped immensely on my erection that Helena would by then be oozing with the sweet and seductive smell of her own sweat and cunt juices resulting from her previous vigorous masturbation while watching me fuck away at strangers. Departing gifts The summer limped towards its end, and my visit would come to a close for this year. I understood that the arrangement governing my presence in the mountain region explicitly provided only for a limited number of months per year in the summer time as a reward for the hard work of the previous season.

Apparently, the responsible decision-makers had concluded that a more permanent presence of such an ample supply of sperm as me in the community would gradually have eroded the working moral similar to the damage that alcohol and drugs had havocked in other communities. No one would be tending to their farms, fields or animals, and ultimately poverty, unrest and the destruction of this unique community would ensue.

In the days before my departure my sadness at my impending farewell was however strongly diminished by a special going away present from my host family. My secret dreams would come through, as I would be allowed to fuck Helena, Heidi and Ida in those very last days.

Each of them would have one day dedicated for sexual pleasures with me, starting with Helena. The day was different than normal says, as I was not wearing my leather thong and that we were alone inside the house. The girls had already left, when I got up, and I was greeted by a stark-naked Helena in the kitchen.

The many glimpses of her in the preceding days had allowed me to piece together a complete picture of her naked body in my head, but the real thing was even more beautiful. Her fiery red bush and her wonderfully big and firm breasts together with her long red hair, beautiful blue eyes and glowing smile somehow matched each other perfectly and magically.

She first gave me an expert massage and a blow-job, where her greedy lips and tongue would cover every square millimeter of my cock, balls and anus. She then mounted me, sliding my massively erect and glistening cock into her warm, wet cunt, her pussy lips looking like a drooling mouth receiving my thick shaft. There she would stay riding me for what seemed like hours.

At no point did I ejaculate, visualizing her pinching fingers below my cock head whenever I wanted to step away from cumming. We continued this routine of alternating blowjobs and riding many times that day only interrupted by silent meals of cottage cheese and berry juices. Our genitals and bodies were dripping with a mixture of womanly juices, pre-cum and sweat as we pounded away in perfect harmonic unison.

I also did her orally, letting my eager mouth and tongue explore every part of her lower body for hours and slowly probing her cave and anus with my fingers, which were completely wet with saliva, woman-juice and pre-cum. This was the best and most raw fuck I ever had. Late in the evening, as the sun set, by silent mutual consent, I came inside her. As I approached ejaculation, knowing that I would not turn back, my mind was chiming with wonderful electrical waves of pleasure, and I was completely absorbed in pumping my cock in and out of her slurping cunt from behind, my heavy greasy balls again and again pounding against her swollen, wet and red-glowing pussy lips.

By the last push, I hammered my dick deeper into her than I thought physically possible, and I released what was perhaps the single most plentiful jizz in my entire sexual career into the depths of this beautiful woman that had provided for me such a magical summer. I even felt floods of my own sperm gushing out from around my shaft still deeply buried within her and running down over my emptying balls and onto the sheets below.

Next day was with Heidi. We were again home alone the two of us, with no sights of the other two. After breakfast, we went outside and walked to a large oak tree a bit higher further up in the mountains which had an even more spectacular view over the distant valley. There in the semi-shadow of the tree, Heidi stepped out of her white dress and stood before me as naked as I was.

Her pale white skin almost glittered in the rays of sun slipping through the leaves, and her curly red hair blew about her head and face as the gentle summer wind played with it. Her breasts were just as white, her small pinkish nipples again stiffening notably, as she looked at me and my erect manhood, now freed from the bondage of the leather thong.

She gently pushed me into the grass on my back, and she turned around facing in the direction of my feet and lowered her glowing pink pussy with the trimmed red hair onto my face, and I pierced her cunt with my greedy tongue. I alternately licked her pussy and her asshole, probing my tongue in there as she had done to me so many times after shaving my cock, balls and anus.

After I while of riding my face like this, she bend over and took my hard member into her mouth in the most sensuous blow-job yet. Gradually, she fitted more and more of my long, thick cock shaft into her mouth, and I felt her swallow me all the way down to my smooth balls. Her lips now rested firmly around the very base of my cock, her nose buried deeply in the folds of my ball-sack.

Once there, she gently rocked back and forth allowing me to penetrate her deep into her throat.

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