Chapter 13
Mrs. Devine got off the bed, really angry now. "Why you stupid ... fools ... why didn't you get the right kind?"
The popper moved away from her, looking scared. "Take it easy now," he said cautiously. "We'll drive back into the city and get the right film. Won't take over thirty minutes, forty at the most."
"Get going, damn you," Mrs. Devine barked, and the guy left the room hurriedly. "Come on, Basil, get up from the bed. Go and put your clothes on, then come back here. I want you to stay with the girl. The boy and I are going to another room for a short time."
Basil nodded, got up from the bed, left the room but returned quickly. Then Mrs. Devine took my arm and propelled me out of the room. I noted that she locked Basil in the bedroom along with Elly. I wasn't worried about Elly. She could take all Basil had to offer and then some.
"Where are we going, Mrs. Devine?" I asked.
"To my room," she said. "Do you own this house."
"No. Just rent it same as I do the house in town."
"Do the people who own this house know you make movies?"
She stopped in her tracks and tightened her grip on my arm. "Now just what do you mean by that, Tommy?" She glared at me.
"Don't mean anything," I hedged. "I was just wondering."
She began to walk down the hall again and, of course, I went along with her. When we arrived in front of a door, she unlocked it and pushed it open. She almost pulled me into the room and locked the door quickly.
"I'm glad that film was no good, Tommy," she said, looking at me oddly. "You see, I wanted you to fuck me privately at least once more."
"Oh ... is that why you brought me here?" I asked stupidly.
"Yes. Pull down your briefs, boy. Mrs. Devine wants to play with your prick."
"Huh?" I said. "I mean, what did you say?" I sounded just as stupidly as I had before.
"You heard what I said, boy. Take down your briefs."
"Oh ... okay." I shoved my undershorts, which was all I was wearing, down over my hips but apparently this wasn't far enough.
"Come on, Tommy boy. Take them off. Mrs. Devine wants to suck your prick, dear." She was speaking of herself as a third person again.
"But you don't want me all pooped out, do you, Mrs. Devine? Shouldn't I save my stuff for the camera?" I was suddenly afraid this woman would ball me half to death and I would then be unable to grow another hard-on for the filmmaking bit. I knew they would keep Elly and me here until I could do what they wanted me to do. I didn't want this. Not at all. There was dad and mom to think about. Elly and I had to get home fairly soon now or there would be hell to pay.
Mrs. Devine looked so odd standing there by the bed, naked. I couldn't have said why she looked odd, but she did. Maybe it was the expression of disbelief on her face that did it. "Come now, Tommy. I know you better than that. You can get hard-ons time and time again, and what's more you know you can, so why give me this 'pooped out' talk. You know you won't be pooped out simply by fucking me once or twice. Come on ... lie down on the bed with me. I want you between my legs."
"Thought you wanted to suck it," I said, trying to think of something better to say but having nothing pop into my mind.
"Very well, Tommy. Lie down across the bed. I'll get on my knees between your legs and give you a nice French."
"No," I said. "You lie down flat on the bed and I'll sit on your titties and you can suck me off that way." I was becoming quite bold with this woman. I suppose it was because I knew she needed me.
Mrs. Devine laughed softly, revealing her pretty teeth while at the same time heaving her great breasts excitingly and this got to me real fine. My joint became very hard instantly and when she saw this she seemed fascinated by the appearance of it, for her eyes grew wide as she stared at my cock almost with a look of desperation. "I'll lie down flat, like you say, Tommy. You sit on my titties and fuck me in the mouth. Think you can do it?"
"Sure, Mrs. Devine." She lay down on her back and I climbed onto the bed and walked on my knees until I was straddling her beautiful body. I was about to say something about how hot-looking she was, but she spoke first.
"You know, Tommy, you seem to have changed quite a bit since coming to this house. Somehow you appear to be older. You even sound older when you talk. How can this be?"
"Maybe it's those pills you gave me, those pep pills, I guess you call 'em."
A look of understanding, I guess, came into her pretty eyes. "Could be," she murmured. "Those pills affect different males in different ways. Hmm." She pursed her lips just as if she had forgotten about me and my throbbing hard-on.
I didn't much care for this, so I stabbed my prick in the general direction of her lips. It went into her mouth and it was only then that she seemed to come out of her "think-fog" and be aware of my urgency, for I had become very hot in the past few moments.
"Suck it, Mrs. Devine. Suck it off, baby."
She pulled her mouth away and smiled quickly up at me. "I like to hear you call me 'baby'-it's so different." Saying this, she seized my prick with her hand and holding it at the base between thumb and forefinger, proceeded to lick the head of it as if it were an all-day sucker. "Mmmmm, tastes good, boy. I like you, Tommy."
"Wish you'd hurry and suck me off," I said impatiently. "I'd like to fuck your cunt."
She had no chance to say anything back to me because of the sharp knock that came on the door. Removing my prick from her mouth, she frowned and told me to climb off so she could go to the door. I did so and she swore mildly and got up from the bed and walked to the door.
"Who is it?" she called through the door.
"It's me," a male voice said, not identifying himself. It sounded something like Basil, but I knew it couldn't be because Mrs. Devine had locked them, Elly and Basil, in the other room. "Come out into the hall. Have to talk to you."
Mrs. Devine frowned very severely, turned to me and spoke. "Just stay there on the bed, Tommy. I'll be back in a few minutes." She looked about and apparently spotted a robe that was on a chair. At any rate, she grabbed it up haphazardly, stuck her arms through it but didn't bother to pull it together in the front, which seemed pretty silly to me. Why put on a robe if you don't pull it together in the front? "Be right back," she told me, and unlocking the door, stepped out of the room closing the door after her. I didn't see who the guy in the hall was. I couldn't have cared less. Getting up from the bed, I went to the bathroom and tried the door leading to the hall. It was locked. I tried the windows, too, but both the ones in the bathroom and the bedroom were securely locked. At least, they wouldn't open, though I couldn't figure out how they could be locked. I returned to the bed and pulled on my undershorts, sat down and waited for Mrs. Devine to return. I waited for at least half an hour, but she didn't come back. I found a package of cigarettes on the bedside stand and lighted one. I lay down on the bed and smoked the thing, not caring much for it.
The pills they had given me couldn't have been just bennies. They must have contained some kind of a sleeping medicine, too, because I began to drowse off. I caught myself in time and hastily snubbed out the cigarette. I didn't remember doing anything else-I must have fallen to sleep immediately afterward, and there must have been something in the pills that caused nightmares because I began to have crazy sex dreams again, just as I had done earlier.
There was this big dog and he could speak English better than I could. He was wearing a white vest and no pants. His eyes were blue and he wore granny glasses, which made him look real groovy. From time to time, he appeared to have a beard, but the thing would come and go and I never knew when he had the beard and when he didn't, the dream was so crazy.
"Hey, man," the dog said to me. "How would you like me to fix you up with one of my chicks?"
"All right," I said, swallowing hard. "I'd just as soon meet a female dog. I never have, not this way, I mean."
"You're not prejudiced against dogs, man?" His blue eyes peered into mine in a real strange way.
"No. Some of my best friends are dogs," I replied.
He laughed and it sounded weird to actually hear a dog laugh. He stopped laughing. "I suppose you think it sounds weird to hear a dog laugh," he said as if reading my mind.
"Kind of," I admitted. "What were you laughing about?"
"I was laughing at your remark about how some of your best friends were dogs."
"I don't see anything funny about that. It's true. I like lots of dogs. I used to sleep with one sometimes when I was a kid."
"That must have been yesterday because you're still a kid."
I tried not to be offended because I knew it was the truth and besides, he didn't appear the type that would ever try to offend anyone. "Okay," I said, grinning. "I'm a kid. What about it?"
He came close to me and looked at me carefully. I noticed his tail wasn't wagging and this bothered me. "Hey, man," he said softly. "You ever fool around with one of my people?"
"You mean dog-chicks. Er-no ... no, I haven't ... but I like your people very much. Your people are wonderfully athletic."
He waved a paw around. "Sure, sure," he said, almost impatiently. "I know that. We have good rhythm, too. Doesn't mean much. In fact, it's not quite true. Tell me something. Have you ever discriminated against dogs?"
"Not that I know of. I hit a puppy with a newspaper one time because he squirted all over my mother's new rug."
"What reason," he asked, eyeing me carefully, "did your mother offer for placing the new rug under the puppy?"
I scratched my head in perplexity. "I'm not sure she offered a reason. I think the rug was there first."
"Come now, my young friend," he cried arrogantly. "Let's not be irrelevant. It makes no difference if your mother was there first with the rug. We must respect the rights of minority groups. Otherwise, we have a fucked-up democracy. Surely you dig this, don't you?" He coughed. "Dogs are members of a minority group, you know. They have their rights just as much as your imperialist mother has."
"My mother isn't an imperialist. At least, I don't think she is."
He sniffed. "Of course she is. Otherwise, I have no argument." He sniffed again. "I can't bear to have no argument. Somebody's got to rant and complain, don't they?"
"Gee, I don't know," I said. "After all, I'm just a kid, you know." I figured telling him that would stop his silly talk.
"Ah yes, the future of our country is you, baby."
I scratched my head. "Gee, dog, I hope not. If it is, our country is in real bad trouble. I'm pretty dumb."
"Ah, humility. I do enjoy true humility."
"I don't. I think it stinks. I'd rather be a big shot."
He peered at me strangely. "Say, kid, what generation do you belong to anyhow?"
"My own," I answered promptly.
He clapped his paws together. "A good answer. Now ... would you like to see some of my chicks?"
"How many?" I asked suspiciously.
He adjusted his granny glasses. "Well ... just one for now. Come along. Let's get out of this kennel."
I saw the chick he had in mind or at least I thought it must be the one because he walked around her several times and smelled of her and then winked at me and told me to come closer to her and see if I could catch her scent. I walked toward the female dog, who wore a dress and boots on her hind feet and a wrist-watch on each of her front feet. I tried sniffing of her, but I guess I didn't do a very good job of it, for they both laughed at me, the male dog holding his sides as he roared with laughter.
When they stopped it, I spoke. "You laugh at me for my poor sniffing ability. I'd like to see either one of you toss a football." My feelings were hurt slightly, and no one-likes that kind of stuff.
"Sorry, young chap," the male dog said. "I think we'll have to discontinue our talk for the moment."
"Yeah? Why?" I asked, my feathers still ruffled.
He smiled in a superior way. "Because we must pause now for a five-second station identification."
That was the last I saw of either of them.
I didn't miss them, not a bit. Anything I didn't like was a minority group who tried to run everything. Having this thought (in the dream) caused me to begin running. I ran and ran until I came to a field of pumpkins. As soon as the pumpkins saw me all but two of them ran away and hid. I felt of the two pumpkins and was startled when their "arms" grabbed me.
I woke up quickly and saw that the pumpkins were really Mrs. Devine's breasts and that she was hugging me as we lay side by side on her bed. She kissed my mouth wetly and this made me hot.
"I was dreaming," I managed to tell her between kisses. "I dreamt there was a dog wearing granny glasses who tried to impress me with how smart he was."
She stopped kissing me, drew back and looked at me oddly. "That's a pretty far-out dream, Tommy. You ever have dreams like that before?"
"Yes," I answered honestly.
"Hmm. Could be the pills, I suppose, but never mind. A dream never hurt anyone." She felt between my legs. "Hard-on's gone. Well, I don't see why it wouldn't be. I was away for about ten minutes. I came back and you were sound asleep." She began to play with my joint and it got hard fairly quickly. But then she surprised me by getting up from the bed and slipping on her robe again. This time she pulled it together and stood looking down at me. "I believe I'd better leave you alone, Tommy. We have a big scene planned for the four of us just as soon as that damned fool gets back with the correct type of film." By "damned fool" she meant one of the homos. Walking to the bathroom, she washed her hands quickly and dried them on a towel. I watched her every minute and when she turned around she was smiling. "You like to look at me, don't you, Tommy?" she said.
"Yes, ma'am. You're real pretty."
"Thank you, Tommy. You are a very nice boy."
"Can Elly and me go home soon?" I blurted this out, knowing I sounded like a ten-year-old but not caring much.
Mrs. Devine stepped back into the bedroom and smiled again. "Of course you may go home soon, dear boy, just as soon as Basil and you and
Elly and I complete our four-way sex fest. We have to get it on film. I'm sure you understand that, don't you?"
"You mean we're going to do that all over again, that four-way thing. Why do it again?"
"Because, my dear, the film was not right when we did it together, the four of us. Therefore, we must do it all over again."
"Then let's get going on it," I cried recklessly. "Me and Elly want to go home."
"Just be patient, Tommy. We'll have our thrilling sex scene down on film yet."
"You call that sort of thing thrilling?"
Mrs. Devine glanced at me sharply. "Why yes, Tommy. Don't you?"
I got to my feet and grabbed at my shorts which were in danger of falling down. "I guess so," I said dully. "I've got a bad headache. Can those pills give a guy a headache?"
"They might," she answered. "Do you want an aspirin?"
"No," I replied. "I'd rather have you suck me off." I watched her closely to see how she would react to that. She merely smiled at me and heaved her great breasts a few times. I would have liked to suck on her breasts, but I had decided to let her make all the moves from now on. After all, she and Basil and the others were holding Elly and me prisoners, a thing I didn't care for. "Come on," I said. "Suck me off, Mrs. Devine. I'm hot to be Frenched."
"Oh, you make me so hot when you talk that way, Tommy. Is that all you ever think ofsex?"
"What else is there?" I grinned at her and pushed my shorts down a bit.
Her eyes traveled down and her gaze seemed to be fixed on my crotch, but I didn't shove my shorts down any lower. I wanted her to ask me to do it. "Tommy," she said hesitantly, "would you like me to kiss your balls and cock ... not make you come ... just kiss them gently, lovingly, you know what I mean. I want you to save your come, you know. You'll need it probably ... later on."
"Awhile ago you wanted me to do it to you and to hell with the film bit. Now you want me to save myself, so you say. Why did you change your mind?"
"Because then, when I first brought you to this room, I hadn't yet learned that all of the film we had used was no good. I had thought only the last reel wasn't right. Do you understand?"
I nodded and pulled up my shorts.
She stood there and so did I and I guess we'd have gone on standing in the middle of the room if there hadn't been a knock come on the door. Mrs. Devine opened the door quickly, listened to the guy in the hall saying something I couldn't hear, spoke to him and then motioned for me to come with her. I stepped out of the room and walked down the hall with her-I didn't see the guy; he must have ducked out of sight into one of the other rooms-until we came to the big bedroom, the one where the scenes were shot. She opened the door and I followed her into the room. Everyone was there, except for one of the poppers, probably the one who had come to the door of her room and knocked. I saw Elly on the bed. She was naked and looked kind of groggy, too, as if she'd been drugged, which, come to think of it, I knew about. Basil stood near the bed massaging his penis, probably trying to get it harder.
"You two ready?" Basil asked Mrs. Devine. She nodded.
He looked at me. "You ready, kid."
"I guess so."
He raised his eyebrows but said nothing for a moment.
"Basil, can't you get a hard-on?" Mrs. Devine asked him, her tone sounding anxious.
"I'll be all right. Just give me a bit of time. The girl has been sucking on it-it'll get hard, don't worry."
"Have her suck it some more, Basil," Mrs. Devine told him sharply.
Basil frowned but turned around to face Elly, who was sitting up on the bed now. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him and made a certain gesture. Apparently, she didn't understand him, for she just bit her lips and did nothing. He squeezed her arm hard and just when I was about to jump across the room and tell him to knock it off on the rough stuff, he let go of her and turned about to face Mrs. Devine.
"Maybe if you asked her to, she would," he said tonelessly.
Mrs. Devine moved over to the bed as the cameraman watched in the most bored manner imaginable. She took Elly's hand and pressed it between her own two hands. "Elly," she said, "will you please help Basil become hard so we can shoot the scene and you can go home with Tommy?"
Elly looked over at me and I nodded.
She glanced up at Mrs. Devine. "You mean you want me to suck your brother's cock till he gets hard?"
Mrs. Devine smiled at her nicely. "Yes, dear. Would you mind doing it?"
Elly made a face. "I don't like sucking men's cocks. I like to suck my brother's but not just anybody's."
"Goddamn you," Basil cried angrily. "You were sucking me and just a few minutes ago and then you stopped ... you stopped just because your stupid brother came into the room."
"Don't you call Tommy stupid, darn you," Elly flared. "I'll hit you if you do."
"Now just a minute, everyone," Mrs. Devine said soothingly. "We mustn't fight with one another. We are all here to make a film and if we fight, none of us' will be able to function well. This film is very important." She paused and bit her lips. "It has already cost us a lot of money," she added, looking at me first and Elly second. "I'm sure you kids understand we, my brother and I, can't afford to waste any more time and money on it." She bit her lips again. "So ... Elly ... please ... will you suck Basil and make him hard?"
"I don't care anything about your old picture," Elly ranted. "Why should I help you? You kidnapped Tommy and me and made us come here and do all this sex stuff and everything. Why'd you have to pick on us? We never did you any harm."
Mrs. Devine's pretty face was a study, as they say. She bit her lips for the third time and moved around the bed to the other side, opposite from where Basil stood. Me, I was standing at the foot of it, and just behind me, higher up-he was on a kind of high chair-was the popper who served as cameraman. Everyone was looking at Mrs. Devine, not only because she was the one in charge, it appeared, but because her robe had fallen open and her great titties were exposed. Why is it that a woman's titties are so much more hot-looking when they stick out of a robe as hers were doing? When a woman stands naked, her titties ... well, they're just nice flesh, more or less, but when they peek out at you from a robe or dress ... man, they're wonderful, they're hot, they're enough to drive a guy nuts.
She spoke now: "Elly, please suck my brother's cock. He is soft. He needs to be hard." She coughed. "You see, we are going to have a four-way suck fest and he simply has to be hard before we can start."
Elly flashed Mrs. Devine an impudent glance. I guess that's what adults would call it-impudent. "If you want your brother to get a hard-on, you suck him," she said boldly.
Mrs. Devine sighed. "Does this mean you aren't willing to participate in our four-way scene, dear?" she asked patiently.
"I'm not saying," Elly cried hotly, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was more than willing. For some reason she was kind of stubborn and uppity at the moment, though why she should feel this way after all the exposure she already had been through beat the hell out of me. I didn't dig it at all.
"Dear me," Mrs. Devine said, looking across the corner of the bed at me. "This puts us in a terrible spot, Basil," she went on to her brother. "Can't you jack it up, your prick?" She meant couldn't he get it hard by playing with himself, I guess.
"No," he said shortly. "I've tried. I took a bennie awhile ago and it seems to have temporarily laid me low."
I almost grinned at the way he put it. I guess I did sort of chuckle out loud, for Mrs. Devine stared at me oddly. "Tommy," she said slowly, "I don't-er-suppose you'd-er-consider sucking Basil, would you?"
I shook my head, my cheeks burning slightly. "No," I said shortly.
Mrs. Devine sighed, and a moment later began to thoughtfully tap her upper teeth with her finger. "Well, looks like I'll have to get him hard, doesn't it?"
Basil growled something or other that I didn't hear very well, but he climbed onto the bed on his knees and held his limp cock in hand as he looked over at his sister. Mrs. Devine sighed and sat down on the bed and looked at Basil, who immediately walked on his knees to her side of the bed, placed his hands on her shoulders and seemingly began to wait for her to begin her sucking. She sighed again and took his penis in her mouth and slowly sucked and caressed it. Little by little, I saw, Basil's joint become harder and harder until it was all the way up.
"All right," Mrs. Devine cried to me as well as Elly and the cameraman, "everyone get on the bed-you" to the cameraman, "get set for the shooting. Everyone, all four of us just start sucking the first thing you find to suck. Anything goes. Remember that. If you want to suck a member of your own sex, that's okay. If you want to caress someone's anus, that's all right, too-just suck and keep sucking, make it look exciting. Roll it," she told the guy with the camera.
I climbed on the bed and began to kiss Mrs. Devine's body simply because I wanted to, while Elly, that little fake, began to suck Basil's cock as if it were an ice cream cone and was going to melt at any minute and she had better hurry or she'd miss the fun of it. I didn't know what Basil was doing-I paid no attention to him-but I felt Mrs. Devine's lips go about my cock, though she did it only after playing with my thing for several long moments.
The four-way fest was on. The camera was whirring (the lights had been turned up) and it was about the only sound in the room besides our heavy breathing and the occasional slurping sound that often goes with passionate sucking, I have noticed. I had moved down on Mrs. Devine's body until my face was buried in her privacy and now I was darting my tongue in and out of her cunt as if a demon had me in his possession. Call it "hamming" if you like, but I liked performing in front of that camera. I really did. It turned me on and all the way up. I was careful not to glance at the camera for too long a moment, but every now and then I would direct a quick glance at it and it seemed to me that the cameraman was directing all his shots at me instead of all of us. This was just a guess, however, and probably he was taking shots of each of us, or more likely, all of us at once, which was what the scene was all about-a four-way fest, Mrs. Devine had called it.
Her cunt was nice. It was wet and sweet and exciting. Even as I tongued her, I felt her going down all the way on my throbbing penis. Once or twice she appeared to get hair in her teeth and would turn her face from the camera and spit it out, but she didn't do this with distaste. She actually grinned a bit as she did it, so I guess it didn't bother her any.
"Pretty hot scene, eh, Tommy?" she murmured, her face still away from the camera. "Don't answer me," she said quickly. "Keep your tongue in me. Don't talk."
I saw the guy doing something with the lens of his camera and the thought hit me that he was taking a close-up of me sucking and tonguing Mrs. Devine. So ... I really poured it on ... I acted ... I did it up brown for the camera, though maybe I shouldn't put it that way. Later on, perhaps, I might do it up brown. I half-grinned at my little bit of silent humor and in order to hide the grin I buried my face in Mrs. Devine's crotch even farther, deeper. Man what a hot crotch this wonderful woman had. I was enjoying it like mad when the thought hit me that we were supposed to be doing a brother-sister film called The Siblings. Why the change-why the sudden shift? Mrs. Devine had said the first brother-sister scene hadn't been gotten down on film had been no good. Then why weren't we doing the brother-sister bit now, first of all, as we had done the first time. I thought I knew the answer then. Mrs. Devine was just getting another scene out of us. The first film had been good-she had simply told me a lie about it to get me to do it again, along with Elly, of course.
That Mrs. Devine. Man, was she a sharp gal. I didn't resent her using me, using us, this way strangely enough. I had a lot of respect for her instead. Funny kind of respect, I admit, but respect just the same. This woman got what she wanted out of others and did it with only a little bit of effort. That, to me, was worthy of respect.
Suddenly I became excited and had to fight like crazy to keep from going off in Mrs. Devine's mouth. I knew she would be annoyed if I ended the scene too quickly. The thing was supposed to last ... how long had she said ? . . Was it seven minutes ... nine minutes ... what?
"Blow if you want to, Tommy," she said quietly, her face turned from the camera, "but keep on fucking me in the mouth, will you-we have several more minutes to go."
She should never have put it that way. It turned me on so much that I instantly went off in her. I guess I blew in that wonderful woman's mouth for a full half-minute. God, the stuff came out of me like water over a dam. It seemed like it was never going to stop flowing-and, of course I didn't want it to because I was feeling like in seventh heaven, whatever that is. Mrs. Devine kept right on sucking my prick and the more she sucked, the more I blew. Man, it was terrific (and I'll never deny that it was-I don't care what the docs have to say about it being unnatural).
Mrs. Devine finally stopped sucking my cock and sitting up in such a way that she didn't block out Basil and Elly (who were busy going down frantically on each other, I now saw), she sat on my face, sort of. I mean she didn't sit all the way down because if she had the camera wouldn't have been able to catch me darting my tongue in and out of her box, so she sat down only part of the way, holding herself up just inches above my face. I looked up and saw all that cunt so close to my eyes. Man, it looked hot and wild. I wanted to crawl inside it. I really did. I was so damned hot now-even more than when I had been going off in her mouth-that I was ready to do anything. Mrs. Devine, I think, dug how I was feeling, for she moaned and moved her body back and forth with agitation, I guess you'd call it, and I saw a bit of spittle run from her mouth which she instantly wiped away, her face being turned away from the camera at the moment. Apparently, this hit her, the fact of her face being turned away from the camera, for she lifted herself off my body and turned completely around so that her face and tits and stuff was facing the camera and then she sat down partway on my face again. About all the camera could get of my face, I supposed, was my nose and chin and mouth because my forehead and hair was in back of her. Her ass-hole was directly above me and once or twice I dipped my tongue into it, which nearly raised her bodily off the bed. Mrs. Devine, apparently, liked being ass-tongued.
I returned to her cunt, however, it being a bit more to my liking. However, I was beginning to grow tired darting my tongue in and out at such a terrific rate of speed.
"Keep going," she murmured, probably almost without moving her lips so the camera wouldn't pick up the lip movement. "We have less than one minute to go. Now everyone," she added. "Everyone suck like crazy."
I did as she requested and out of the corner of my eye I saw Elly's head bobbing up and down on Basil's cock at a very fast rate of speed. I saw Basil stiffen, saw him-even though his face was buried in my sister's snatch-gasp and heard him cry out as Elly worked his prick. Basil cried out very loudly now, stiffened again and more so this time, and I knew he was blowing his come down my kid sister's throat. Elly appeared to like it despite the protesting she had done earlier. Protesting my foot-she had flatly refused to suck his dick. Anyhow Basil blew off in her and this made me so hot that my prick erupted, squirting my stuff all over the bed and the others lying on the bed. Some of it got in Mrs. Devine's face and hair, some even struck the cameraman, who, I later thought, must have liked it very much, he being a queer.
"Cut," Mrs. Devine screamed. "Goddamn it to hell anyway. Why didn't you tell me you were ready to blow again, you little sonofabitch?" She was yelling at me and me only.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Devine," I stammered. "I couldn't help it."
"Look at the goddamned lens," she yelled, pointing at the camera. "It's covered with your come. He didn't get the last part of the scene." I thought this was an untrue-or at least a mistaken-statement because everything that had happened must have been caught by the camera. There was just no way that it couldn't have been, except for the instant my come had struck the lens. That would have blurred up things, I supposed.
Elly and Basil had stopped their sucking. "Don't you yell at Tommy, Mrs. Devine," Elly said. "He did his part. You didn't do yours, that's all. You should have been sucking his cock, not just sitting on him. Isn't that right, Basil?" she asked Mrs. Devine's brother.
Basil, the jerk, spread his hands, climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He returned immediately. "Well," he said to Mrs. Devine, "what do we do now-try again later?"
"Yes," she snapped. "You're goddamned right we try again." She got off the bed and looked at me as if she'd like to strangle me.
I just grinned, but it was a nervous, dopey sort of grin.