Shit, I wasn't acting, I was playing out my fucking autobiography. Profile to Alec, facing the bushes, I pulled down my zipper.
“Close your eyes, Jeannie!” her stalwart protector ordered.
“That's all right,” Jeannie said gently. “I don't mind. Really. Please, let's get on with the movie, Matt dear.”
If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it. My buddy Matt melted by a casual dear! He stood back and let us get on with the action. I uncovered my dick and managed to get a few drops out. The combination of the girl watching and the camera recording stiffened it quickly. I knew I had a full-blooded erection when Jeannie gasped, most realistically.
Realistically and undirected, I started after her, caught her, and began to tussle. Now directions came flying from two directions.
“Take her clothes off, hobo.”
“You leave her alone, you bastard!”
Again, Jeannie saved the situation. “Please, Matt darling, I'm all right.”
All right? She was terrific! Panting on the grass, eyes wide, lips parted. Practically a virgin. It was my scenario, wasn't it? I played it my way, pushing her skirt up, gazing at her pink nylon panties. “Slow!” a disembodied voice commanded. Slow, very slow. I rubbed my whang over her panties, stretched them, stowed my hot meat under the nylon, on Jeannie's thatch. Slow, very slowly I started to pull down her panties.
Two boulders connected by a hunk of firmament fell on me. Matt the farmer had entered the action. Twisting the plot to suit him. Twisting my spine half out of commission. He drew his arm back to throw a punch that would settle the other half. I rolled out from under, like a hobo.
Matt took my place on top of Jeannie. Not like a hobo, not like the Matt I knew either. Gently. Even the strangled cry, “Jeannie!” was curiously gentle. The girl held out her arms in the eternal feminine gesture.
Their kiss was too intimate for any camera. Alec photographed it anyway. Matt's hands were where my prong had rested, on Jeannie's panties. He held himself back, restraint tearing his guts out.
Jeannie was a woman. She whispered, “Love me.” Jeannie!
When you hear a guy's soul crying out in the wilderness, what do you do? I looked on and felt ashamed because I was looking. Alec kept photographing. Jeannie stroked Matt's cheeks tenderly.
Then he stripped her naked. He sucked her young tits, dribbling a trail of saliva down to her navel. Prostrating himself before her, he tongue-worshipped her twat. It was the first time Jeannie had had her cleft lapped. Matt seemed gently surprised when his expert muff diving produced a chain of earthy orgasms.
Jeannie's body shook, her voice trembled. “That feels so good. Oh, please, don't make me wait. I can't stand it.” Her moans reached a crescendo, shattering Matt's self-imposed discipline. “Fuck me! For God's sake, please fuck me!”
Somehow, Matt wriggled out of his pants. Somehow, he mounted the trembling teen-ager. Somehow, her delicate cunt accommodated the rampaging monster. Once he shoved the huge head of his rod into the honeypot, Matt forgot to be gentle. With three inches of swollen labe distending her pussy, Jeannie started coming. With that, Matt stuffed her. Jeannie reeled under the impact, pleading for mercy. It sounded like mercy.
“M-more, Matt! Harder! Faster!”
Matt slashed into her, ripping her pussy with his whopping whacker, plunging deeper and faster in a flurry of belly-bursting lunges. Drawing red blood and screams that flushed owls out of the woods for a look-see. His bulk heaved as he poured his love into Jeannie. A flaming river of gism to soothe her insides and drive her into a fresh frenzy.
“Matt, I love you!”'
“I love you, Jeannie!”
Fucking is loving. It's more than pushing a girl's legs open, spearing a pussy, unloading. It's an act of union, uniting two strangers forever.
How the fuck was I supposed to know!
The sudden enlightenment made me more ashamed than ever. Angrier. I wanted to smash Alec's camera, then smash Alec. One look at the fat man deterred me. Even he'd been impressed by the act of love we had witnessed. He seemed subdued, and stared down at the lovers with a look of respect I'd never seen before.
“This has got social significance swinging. It'll sweep up every underground award in the industry,” he predicted.
Unaware that they were new superstars, Jeannie and Matt lay in each other's arms. I thought they were oblivious to the crass outside world of procurers and producers. However, when the latter started talking, they responded. “Golly,” Alec murmured, with blatantly false humility, “what this picture needs is a slam-bang finale. Like the hobo forcing the farm girl to suck him.”
“Jeannie don't do no sucking!” Matt snarled.
“With one exception.” Jeannie groped for his stiffening poker and popped it into her mouth with giant gulps and sighs of contentment.
Alec sounded more like the old Alec. Without turning away from the performers, he harangued me. “What do I pay you for, useless? Stop standing around looking soulful. Get into the action or get the fuck outta here!”
Under the circumstances, I had six choices. I could screw Jeannie's cunt or lick it or I could give it to her up the ass. I could ream Matt or make him suck me. Or I could stay alive. Cherishing my own skin above all others, I entered the action, more or less on the outskirts. You know, like when you join in with a blissfully married couple; you're non-essential and not really wanted, but you can make yourself useful on the fringes.
I stuck my finger in Jeannie's cunt, at the same time juggling whichever of Matt's balls she wasn't currently juggling. I rubbed her tits to keep her warm, I jabbed one finger into Matt's asshole to keep us all warm. I stroked Jeannie's hair and wiped away Matt's perspiration and jerked myself off.
Masturbation makes you so lonely. You feel yourself coming and there's no one to tell it to. In desperation, I yelled, “Alec, I'm gonna shoot in a second.” Alec made a short gesture. I swiveled my dick in that direction. As Matt came in Jeannie's mouth, I unloaded, giving Jeannie a hot cream facial.
The poor kid couldn't understand it. She thought she'd inadvertently spit out some of her lover's liquid tribute. Matt had the same erroneous idea. He fell on her tenderly, tenderly licking up my gism, under the impression that that sperm had the right to tall him Daddy. There's a lesson for snotty psychiatrists: swallowing spunk does not make a stud a cocksucker! Or, technically, does it?
No one fretted about technicalities.
Alec and I tactfully left the lovers alone on the grass. The impresario was rubbing even harder than I had. Only he was rubbing his hands together. “Get ready to move into a penthouse, boy!”
“I'm ready. Now we hafta tear those two apart and get Matt ready.”
“Let no man put asunder!” Alec thundered, portentously. “No rush, kid. I'm going down to Des Moines. I know a guy there.” He patted the camera. “I'm having fifty prints made. A hundred! I'm gonna have this production playing at smokers by Thursday.”
“I'll stick around here an' drive Jeannie home. Good luck, Alec.”
“Thanks, kid. I should be back by the end of the week. By then Matt'll be movable.”
Alec started off for Des Moines. I kept wishing him luck as the car disappeared. What I should've done was to shoot up his tires. Or better still, I should've plugged him in the belly. But the producer speeded unhindered on the road to Des Moines.
Sending me on the road to perdition.
XIX
Alec hadn't deserted us, unfortunately.
Telegrams started arriving.
SAW FIRST PRINT OF BARNYARD
MAGNIFICENT DOUBLE EXCLAMATION MARK
Then, the next day: