I moved as if I were in a dream. The heat of the spotlight burned against my flesh like some miniature sun, and I could feel perspiration collecting already between my breasts. I walked forward, with my back to the two men watching me, and I reached out and touched Billy.
'My… God,' I muttered. I could barely grasp it. My fingers couldn't go around the shaft it was so thick. I slid my hand slowly tip and down, deep, deep strokes until I touched his hairless belly, then stroking back up again until I squeezed the thick spongy head between my fingers. It felt cool and hard, like a column of ivory. 'It's.,. fantastic.'
'Enough, enough,' Burroughs shouted. 'Let us get on with the filming.'
I let go of Billy and turned around. I was trembling with excitement and terror. I shaded my eyes and looked into the glare of the lights, at the two men standing in the shadows. I was waiting for instructions.
'How do you want to do it?' Lance asked the old man. 'Do you want to do some secondary shots first? Build the story line?'
'No, let's get down to the action sequences first,' the man in the wheel chair said. 'Use a handheld camera, Lance, and get in there close with them. I want some clear, vivid detail. I want it to seem like the camera is a part of the experience.'
Lance nodded, and he went off In the shadows, after his camera and equipment.
I stepped towards the old man, the hand still shading my eyes. 'What should I do?' I asked. Even to me it sounded like a foolish question.
'My dear, the first thing you should do is remove your clothing. And then go and make love to Billy. Make love to him, don't act. Enjoy it. Enjoy as if you were alone with him. Forget that we are here. Just make love to that wonderful cock of his, Sally. Do what comes natural.'
I turned and stared at Billy. He was caressing his cock again, as if he were preoccupied with it. He looked up at me and smiled vacantly.
'Don't worry, Sally.' Lance said, stepping into the spotlight. 'If you get stuck, I'll tell you what to do. Just relax… and enjoy it.'
I laughed nervously and began to undress. Lance watched me appreciatively, whistling at my nakedness. Billy hardly took notice. He was more interested in his cock. I imagine it was difficult for him to consider anyone but himself as a love object. He was a man who was literally in love with his own cock. 'Okay,' Lance instructed, 'why don't you get up 159 on the bed, Billy.' He looked through the eye of the camera, then tested the brightness with the light meter.
Billy lay back on the bed, and his cock stood straight up in the air like a tent pole. From underneath, with his thighs open and his balls hanging between his legs, his cock seemed even more magnificent.
Lance came over to me and took me by the arm, pushing me towards the bed. 'Are you ready to fuck yet, Sally? Is your cunt open enough, wet enough to take a.cock comfortably?' He checked the light again, from another angle.
I blushed; it was stupid, but I did. 'No, not yet. I'm still… dry.'
'Alright then,' he said, making an adjustment on the camera lens, 'why don't we begin with a little sucking. Sally, get on Billy's belly, head facing his cock, and start sucking him. Use a lot of tongue, and make sure your hair doesn't fall in front of what you're doing.'
Numbly I climbed onto the bed. The spot glared down on me like the eye of God, and I began to sweat. My body was coated with a thin, oily film of perspiration, even before anything had happened.
I climbed on top of Billy's prostrate body, leaning across his stomach, with my legs behind me, off to the side. I placed both my hands around the base of Billy's cock. It felt huge between my fingers.
'All right!' Lance said. He got down on one knee, and he aimed the camera at us. 'Get ready! All set Mr. Burroughs!' Off from the distance, I heard: 'Roll it, Lance!' 160
The camera began to whirl, and I froze for a moment, holding onto Billy's cock with both hands. 'Okay, Sally,' Lance said, 'start sucking.'
Still numb, with my mouth dry, I leaned forward and began to lick Billy's cockhead. The flesh tasted clean and hard, like marble. He didn't stir or respond, but simply lay there, as if I were paying him the ultimate homage.
'That's it… That's it, Sally,' Lance said, zooming in closer. 'Open your legs a little… Wider… We want to see your pussy as well.'
I flattened my tongue against the swollen knob of the cock, licking up and down and over, dripping my saliva against him until it dripped down the hard pink pole, striping it like a candy cane. I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside of the narrow slitted opening, and for the first time, Billy reacted. He sighed softly, with pleasure.
I dug my tongue in, as though I were trying to stuff it down the tight urethra opening. I chewed into the spongelike crown with my front teeth, biting him gently, the way a dog chews on a soup bone.
Billy sighed again. 'You do that real good, Sally,' be moaned. 'I like the way you suck it.'
I pursed my lips, and closed them over the top-half of the cockhead so that only one inch at the most was in my mouth. My lips were stretched widely apart to even get that little of him into me. I rolled my tongue around the crown of the head, bathing him with saliva. He began to rock gently under me.
'Why don't you try sucking a little, Sally,' Lance suggested. He moved to the side, camera whirring, to get a different angle. Try and sink your mouth down him.'
With the ice broken, and the pleasant warmth of the lights awakening my sleeping passion, I was glad to respond. I stretched my mouth wide, as wide as I could, and I could feel the flesh straining at the corners of my lips. My jaw cracked as I dropped it. And, as if I were trying to swallow a whole ear of corn, I felt Billy's cock move up into my open mouth. 'Good… Good!' Lance said. 'Very good.'
Billy's cock was enormous in my mouth, like the end of an Italian bread. My tongue was flattened under the throbbing shaft, and he touched all points inside my mouth without any of my effort. I could feel him sinking up into me, my teeth scraping along the tender shaft, until the head of his cock was pushed back against the opening of my throat, and he could go no further. 'Beautiful… Beautiful!' Lance moved again.
Excited now by the hugeness of the instrument in my mouth, I began to suck hard on Billy's cock, I allowed my saliva to flow wetly down all around it, packing it in a moist wet sleeve. I squished my tongue around, sliding it from left to right, over the throbbing bulge of the cock shaft. I began to rock up and down on it, sliding it up and down in my mouth. I could see my lips, clinging to the sides of the shaft, pull up and down as I slid the cock in and out of my mouth.
'Good, Sally… Good!' Lance stood up and leaned down over us. 'Do it as if you're enjoying it.'
I was, I was! I was enjoying it. The size of it, the bluntness of it, the columnar hardness of it was enough to make rny cunt quiver. I was aroused, passionately aroused from just sucking on it. I wondered how I would react when he put it in my cunt.
I bobbed my lips up and down the portion of Billy's cock that I had in my mouth. The rest of him, about three quarters of his length, remained outside of my straining mouth, with no way I could possibly get him in. I squeezedt both hands into the tree-like base of the shaft, jerking them up suddenly. I slid the clasped hands up until I was touching my own pursed lips. Then I jerked the hands down again, and I felt the cool fleeting hardness of Billy's cock sliding through my fingers.
'Good… goodr Lance encouraged. 'Just hold it like that. Don't stop what you're doing. I'm just going to reload. Don't stopP
I had no intention of stopping. I could feel Billy's mighty cock throbbing in my fingers, deep inside of my mouth. Finally he was beginning to react with serious pleasure, lifting his hips, pressing upward with his crotch, aiding my mouth and hands. He moaned: 'Nice… nice move… nice.'
I pulled my tongue free of the heavy press of his cock, and I snaked it over the head of the plunging shaft. As I moved my head up and down, sinking the erection in and out of my mouth, I swirled my tongue over the swollen, sensitive cockhead. I pulled my hands furiously up and down the other part of the cock, the part as yet untasted, gripping him tightly as I jerked and sucked him off simultaneously. Saliva dribbled from my fluttering lips, oozed down bis cock, and coated the shaft for my sliding hands. I stroked him harder, faster, until my hands were a blur, and I was banging my doubled over fists hard against my own plummeting mouth. My lips cut and ripped open, and I could taste my own blood in my mouth, mixing with the saliva and the salty, warm taste of Billy's cock flesh.
'Good… Good,' said Lance. The camera was reloaded, and it whirred in my ears. 'Now you, Billy… Touch
