"Good idea," she muttered thickly, making me think once again that she must be drunk.
"Mrs. Devine," I told her as I undressed, "I'm kind of worried about Elly. Do you think she'll be okay with Basil?"
"Sure. He can't hurt her any. About all he can do is mouth."
I understood what she meant, of course, but just the same I felt guilty about letting Elly be alone in the room with an old drunken guy. Not that Basil was that old, but he was fairly old, even by adult standards. I didn't have any more time to worry about Elly, for Mrs. Devine had grabbed my wrist and was pulling me up to her nudity. She planted a wet kiss on my mouth and I slipped my arm about her waist, feeling the thrill of excitement run through me that always did when I was close to a naked, eager female. I kissed her mouth in return and she bit me lightly and reaching down, began to play with my dingus.
Mrs. Devine had a very able hand. She played with my dingus better than I did!
"That's so nice," I breathed. "Don't stop, Mrs. Devine. Please don't stop."
"But," she answered, "I don't want to just jerk you off, boy. I want some fun for myself."
"Oh, you won't have to worry about that. I'm gonna be hot a lot around you."
She smiled at me, obviously very pleased with what I had just said. Her hand caressed my prick faster and tighter. The sweat of her palm created a slickness and it wasn't unlike having it inside a wet, hot, eager, willing cunt.
She worked her hand faster and faster.
I groaned and pumped my hips upward. I could feel my climax was due any minute.
And it came, shooting hot sperm up and out of my prick all over her.
"Better wash me, kid, before we start something new," she muttered.
"Yes, Mrs. Devine." I took the cloth and soaped it and ran it over her body. I found I liked this very much. My thing got hard and I kept trying to stick her with it even as I washed her, which was pretty silly because I couldn't manage to get it in.
"Hold off, boy," she told me. "You'll get all the poking you want in a minute. Wash me up good first."
When I had completed the job – a pleasurable one – I threw the cloth down and watched her rinse her splendid body with the falling water. It looked odd, seeing all that water running down over her pretty face, down over her great titties, in between them and down across her tummy and legs. Man, this woman was really stacked. Her legs would have made two of Elly's. They were rounded in just the right way, the flesh firm and solid and tanned in just the correct amount to look sexy.
She stepped out and handed me a towel. "Dry me, boy," she said, her speech clearer again.
I ran the towel over her body, rubbing her hard in certain places, merely sponging her in others. I tossed the towel away and started to step under the shower myself, but she grabbed my arm.
"Not you, boy. Don't want to get that thing all wet and shriveled up."
I recalled having been in the tub earlier, much earlier, and having Elly sit on me. The water in the tub hadn't affected me then. "That won't bother me any, Mrs. Devine. Water won't stop me."
"Just the same, don't get under it, I don't want to take any chances." She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. "Now then, Tommy, what would you like to do to me first?"
I grinned. "I guess you know that, Mrs. Devine."
"You tell me."
"Lie down on the bed," I suggested, "and I'll do the first thing I think of."
"All right, Tommy." She let go of me and walked to the bed, her butt moving from side to side in fine shape. I looked at it and wet my lips and light away I knew what I wanted to do.
"Get on the bed and down on your hands and knees, Mrs. Devine," I said. "I got an idea."
She nodded, looked at me oddly but complied. When she was on her hands and knees, I looked at her closely and saw the way her mammoth, shapely titties hung down away from the rest of her body. I lay down on the bed and shoved my head beneath her and stuck my tongue out. I could just barely reach the nipples of her titties.
"Lower 'em a little bit," I told her, and she did so.
I ran my tongue over her titties, first one then the other, and finally left them and went lower down on her body, stopping along the way to kiss her firm, flat tummy. The muscles of her tummy quivered when I kissed her there and she moaned a bit and began to pump her loins at my face.
"Cool it, Mrs. Devine," I said just as if I were talking to Elly. "Let me do it."
I moved downward on the bed and got my head between her legs, but I had no chance to do anything to her because Basil had entered the room. He had a pair of trunks on, I saw, and he was scowling.
"Cut that out, kid," he barked.
Mrs. Devine very calmly got off the bed and motioned for me to do likewise, which I did. I felt foolish standing there in the nude with her in the same condition and her brother glaring at first one of us and then the other.
"Basil, please go back to the other room," she told him quietly. "You have his sister, leave the boy to me."
Somehow or other I didn't like the sound of this much because I didn't quite know what to do. I did nothing, which is usually a pretty good way to behave.
"Kid," Basil said to me, "get your sister and go home. Hurry up. Pull your clothes on and get out of here."
"Yes, sir," I said quickly after I had taken a quick look at his muscles, which were big and powerful-looking and plentiful. "I'll get dressed and cut out. We both will."
Mrs. Devine never said a word while I got dressed. I left the room, and seeing Elly standing in the kitchen, took her arm. "Come on, Elly," I whispered. "Something is wrong here. We got to go home."
She didn't say a word, either, so we left quietly, going out the rear door and closing it softly after us. We ran across the rear yards and up onto our back porch. We entered the house and I locked the door.
"What went wrong with you and Basil?" I asked.
She didn't say anything but just walked away from me and into the front room. I saw her head for the bathroom, so I waited until she was through in there and then decided not to say anything more about the matter right now. I went upstairs and she followed me. I went to my room and she to hers. I was puzzled but still didn't want to ask her what had happened.
I lay down and went to sleep almost immediately. I had the craziest dream. Man, it was crazy.
I was running as fast as I could to get away from this hairy monster that was chasing me. I seemed to get as far as our rear porch when it grabbed me and threw me down on my back. I was scared stiff, but I fought with the monster in a futile attempt to get away. It was terrifically strong and the more I struggled and fought, the more I realized it was hopeless.
The next thing I knew the monster had unzipped me and was taking my dingus in its mouth. I wanted to throw up but couldn't even do that. I guess I must have hollered in my sleep, for when I woke up I was wet with sweat and Elly was standing in the doorway.
"What were you yelling about, Tommy?" she asked. It was getting to be dawn outside and I could see her faintly.
I sat up on the bed and ran my hands through my hair. "Dreaming. I was dreaming."
"Boy, you must have been, all that yelling and everything. You made enough racket to wake up the whole town."
"Elly," I said, "come and get into bed with me. I might dream again."
She smiled and came to the bed and sat down and looked at me. "That Basil guy," she said quietly. "I think he's a – what did you call it? – a popper?"
"Yeah? How did you find out?"
"All the time I was with him he kept muttering about how much he wanted to…"
"To what, Elly?"
"You know, suck a cock," she said flatly but not looking at me. "He made me kind of sick."
"No kidding?" I said, my jaw going slack as I recalled the dream I had had about the hairy monster. Some sort of instinct had caused the dream, I figured. I had heard about such instinctive dreams. At least, I thought that was what I had heard or read.