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brunette closes her legs.
    The girls are now startled by something off-screen. A noise, perhaps? They duck under the bed’s covers and wait. From camera right a figure walks into frame. He stands staring at the bed with his back to the camera. He’s wearing tight-fitting cord trousers, Chelsea boots and a dark shirt. His hair is blond and longish (for the time), coming to just over his ears. He steps forward and pulls back the eiderdown to reveal the two naked girls underneath doing their best to act sheepish and embarrassed. He undresses quickly and pulls the girls from the bed. They kneel down in front of him, one on either side. The guy looks like he’s in his early twenties. His features are sharp but not stern, almost like a young Paul Newman. He’ssmiling and enjoying himself.
    The blonde takes his semi-flaccid circumcised member and begins rubbing it, deliberately and purposefully. She then sucks it with not much enthusiasm, barely taking more than its head in. The brunette comes over for a suck and does it with gusto, showing the blonde how it should be done.
    The guy is now as hard as he’s ever likely to be. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the blonde towards him. She climbs on him with her back to the camera and he’s soon inside her. He supports her buttocks with his hands, parts them for the camera and gently moves her up and down. Her co-operation seems zero. The brunette kneels down in front of them to get a better look. Now the girls change position for another few feet of 8mm footage.
    The brunette climbs off and kneels down on the bed. The guy stands up, turns, parts her buttocks and starts to fuck her from behind. The blonde manoeuvres herself round on the far side so she can caress the other girl’s back. The detail isn’t too clear from this distance and I wonder why the zoom lens isn’t used for an anatomical close-up.
    The guy withdraws and the blonde flops down with her legs open waiting for him. He seems to have some difficulty getting into her and then he’s in and she’s off staring at the ceiling again. The guy fucks her in what must be a difficult position, supporting himself on his right arm so that he’s well above her, with his left leg at an awkward angle, so that the punters won’t miss any of the action. Not that one can make out much from this distance. Again, why not a zoom? The brunette sits on the other side of the blonde caressing her breasts.
    The guy withdraws quickly and the brunette reaches forward and rubs him as he ejaculates over the blonde’s breasts. The blonde turns her head away to stop any come ending up on her face and then slowly gazes down at her breasts as if to say: what on earth is that ?
    The brunette leans forward and pulls the now detumescent penis to her mouth for a final quick suck. She then turns and scoops some come in a teaspoon that has appeared as if by magic and offers it to the blonde who opens her mouth and takes it in. She probably didn’t swallow it, but whether she did or not we will never know as the film now cuts to a title card, again the black marker on white card:
    That’s all, Folks!
    THE END
    Copyright NGN MCMLXIII
    Another card follows:
    Watch out for our COMING attractions!
    And then:
    THE MIRACLE WANKER
    FLORENCE OF ARABIA
    and
    SPLENDOUR IN THE ASS
    Soon on a wall near you!!
    Whoever made this had a rare sense of humour, certainly for the genre. The allusive coming attractions would seem to validate the joky copyright line of MCMLXIII (1963): the originals for these punning titles were all feature films released here in London in 1961 or 1962, years I can remember pretty well, cinematically speaking, as I had just left school and went to the pictures regularly, usually twice a week.
    This was the first sixties porno film I had seen in nearly twenty years. I had forgotten how amateurish they were. Not only amateurish but almost simple and innocent, like a saucy Victorian pin-up. Artless and unaffected. I remembered that