Chapter 11
I have no idea how I got there but in the morning I found myself in a makeshift bunk in the back room of the bar. Except for the lingering binning sensation in my twat, I felt wonderful. Humiliation seems to agree with me! It always seems that the morning after my most humiliating, most debauched fuck, I feel just wonderful. I had no trace of a hangover from all the beer I'd had, and all my muscles felt wonderfully relaxed. The burning sensation in my cunt, although I knew it was the result of being literally fucked raw, just filled me with a-nice sort of gentle sexy glow. I felt like I was ready for more-but I had to admit, I wasn't up to any right this minute.
I lay there in bed awhile, luxuriating in my solitude and the nice languor of early morning. And then I had a strange psychic sensation-it entered my mind that Jim, none other than my own first fuck, had been among my molesters of the night before! Do you know how sometimes you remember a dream-it just comes to you in the middle of the day, and you can't be quite sure whether it really happened or whether it was a dream? Well, it was something like that. The night before I had been far too excited to make sense of much-I was practically hallucinating on my own horniness to tell you the truth. And this morning I was still too blown away to really trust my perceptions-but I really thought that I had seen him. It didn't register at the time, but now that I thought back on it, I was sure. He had grown a beard and had let his sandy hair grow long into sort of greasy curls, but I was almost certain that I would recognize that farm boy face and deep-set intense eyes anywhere.
Well, my curiosity got the better of me and so I found my clothes and stumbled out into the bar to get some coffee and to do some asking around about Jim. One of the guys was just brewing a pot of Java when I walked in, and he offered me some, very chivalrously. It was really surprising how gentle and friendly those guys could be during the day. So we sat down over coffee and started talking and I came right out and asked him if one of the guys who had fucked me last night was named Jim, a guy from Missouri.
And sure enough, it turned out that he was! I heard from my breakfast companion that a guy named Jim, who had always been very straight and traditional, had recently changed his ways, and had come out west, joined the Angels, and had been just as much a devil on wheels as anyone could imagine. He seemed to have such a store of sexual and adventurous energy that there was nothing he wouldn't do.
Well, after that description, I knew that we were talking about one and the same fellow. So I asked my breakfast companion where I might find him. He gave me his address, but warned me that he was shacking up with a girl who was incredibly jealous, a real demon. He told me that I'd better watch out for my ass if I went up there-she was so jealous that she'd be furious even to know her baby had been participating even in an innocent little gang bang, let alone knowing that one of his old sweethearts was tracking him down across country. I told him that I could take care of myself just fine, but he told me not to be too sure-this crazy jealous bitch was not above using a knife!
Well, I'd never really feared that sort of danger. Even though I'm thoroughly into sexual evil and a kind of playful wickedness, the thought of people really hurting each other, of really doing each other harm, is something that I just could never conceive of. And so the thought of this woman using a knife on me didn't faze me at all.
So I got up from the breakfast table and emerged into the smoggy morning of Los Angeles. I walked over to my bike and climbed on. After all the riding I had done, the bike was like an old friend, and I just sighed with a kind of relief and comfort as I straddled my thighs over its wide cushiony seat. It's really amazing the degree of affection that you can get for a piece of machinery!
Well, following the directions that my breakfast companion had given me, it wasn't long before I found myself at Jim's address. I must say that I was a little apprehensive because of the warning I'd gotten about his woman-I didn't believe that she'd knife me or anything, but I was sure that there would be an uncomfortable scene. Some women are just too goddamn insecure--they don't realize that there's plenty of cock in the world to go around. They latch on to a piece of meat that they like especially well, and they think it's their own goddamn private property. I guess I can understand it in a way-it's nice to be loved by someone that you think is really special, but that kind of jealousy, that kind of insanity, is for the birds. Everyone ends up losing out on cock, on cunt, on pleasure in the long run.
I went in the front door and then up a flight of stairs to their apartment. I straightened my hair and then knocked on the door. In a few seconds the door was opened by a tall blond woman-your classic moll. She stood about five eight or nine, and the first thing I noticed about her were the high tight black boots that she wore. They reached all the way up over her knee, and seemed to be laced so tightly that the flesh above them seemed to pulse with the blood that was strapped. Her hair was very blond, somewhat brassy to tell the truth and she had it done up in some sort of elaborate hairdo. She wore lots of makeup, she did everything she could to make herself look like a tramp, and the image was very successful. I took all this in at a glance-being a hooker gives you a good facility for sizing people up in an instant.
"Yeah?" she said to me in a harsh voice. "Who are you looking for, baby?"
"My name's Tina," I said. "I'm an old friend of Jim's, is he around?"
As soon as she heard me say that I was an old friend of Jim's her face flushed scarlet. She looked at me with a glance that was meant to be withering and then she said, "Well, listen, Jim don't need none of his old friends now. He's got me now, and I'm all the woman he can handle. So why don't you just get your ass out of here."
Now humiliation is one thing and just plain rudeness is another. And I'm not one to let myself be talked to that way by some sort of uppity bitch who happens to think that she's a hot piece of ass, and I told her so. That really set her off. She went off on some long tangent about how she didn't like to be abused in her own doorway, and if I didn't like the rules of the house, I should just hit the highway. She told me that she didn't need any two-bit whores coming and asking about her man. So I told her that if she was really so hot a piece as she thought she was, she wouldn't have to guard her man so jealously-if she was really as hot a cunt as she claimed, he'd be kneeling there licking her pussy right now instead of gallivanting off around town wherever he was.
Well I guess that really got to her, because as soon as I was finished saying it she swung her arm around and tried to slap me. But I was ready for it and I blocked the blow with my forearm. From there on it was a battle royal, a real cock fight-or should I say cunt fight and once I was involved in it, I was determined to win. I don't like fighting much, but I don't like losing at all.
Somehow or other we wrestled our way into the middle of the room and the door slammed shut behind us. This bitch was every bit as mean in a fight as she was with her insults-I felt her fingernails clawing at my skin, and it was only by constantly keeping my guard up that I prevented her from clawing my eyes out. And when she wasn't trying to maul me, she was busy trying to kick me with the sharp toe of her pointy boots! She was a real no-holds-barred woman fighter. I myself tried to stay cool and fight her with my Mohammed Ah type shuffle. I kept my distance, and let her do all the moving in, looking for an opening. I had to congratulate myself-I scored her a couple of good corks in the eye before she got really near me.
But she wound herself into more and more of a fury. The more she swung at me and missed the more determined she was to get me the next time. Finally she started charging at me like a bull, putting her head down and trying to butt me in the stomach. I dodged her successfully for awhile, but one time she did a clever head fake and butted me backwards right onto this big old over-stuffed couch that she had.
Well once we were down on the couch the battle took on a whole other dimension. We were really wrestling now, grappling in the finest old tradition. I have to confess that I didn't understand what it was that spurred her on to violence-of course we had exchanged some pretty hard words, but frankly I thought she was really nuts to let that lead to this out and out struggle. But I certainly couldn't talk my way out of it, and so I fought for all I was worth. We pulled each other's hair, we flayed each other's skin, we pinched each other-there was no tactic that was too low for either of us.
And here I have to confess to something that will probably show you another aspect of my perversity-I felt my cunt beginning to get wet from the struggle! There's something about the whole notion of fighting, of abusing myself physically, in a very abandoned and total way that gets me hot. I could feel my juices begin to surge, my clit begin to tick, and my nipples begin to grow erect. And all this you must remember, in the midst of a battle to the death! That animal sexual instinct just keeps churning it out, even under the craziest circumstances! So I fought on, and rather enjoyed the warm horny glow that was beginning to fill me, at the same time that I struggled to keep myself from getting too badly mauled.
But I kept the battle going but my thoughts were turning more and more to the prospects of fucking. I found that when people get really angry-especially women-it's usually because they are in bad need of a fuck, and so what entered my mind was a kind of way of making a fuck grow out of this fighting. It might be a very worthwhile enterprise. Accordingly, rather than attacking the bitch's body directly, I began tearing at her clothes. After a couple of minutes of pinching and struggling I managed to rip her shirt damned near off her. I tore a couple of the buttons, and the flimsy cloth lay spread apart across her heaving chest and tits. Of course she was the type to wear a bra-a black lace one that pushed her boobies up nice and high, and so I had one more obstacle to get through before her tits were exposed. But that obstacle proved not to be too-much trouble at all, because as soon as I had an opening I slipped a couple of fingers in the cleft between her breasts, and ripped the lace clear down the middle, giving her cleft a nice long red fingernail mark in the process.
Whether she was consciously up for a fuck by this time I have no idea, but she seemed to be aping my technique very closely. It wasn't long before my T-shirt was torn off me-and since I've never been the type to wear a bra, my breasts were exposed in one fell swoop. So now the two of us lay there still struggling, although we were beginning to get a wee bit fatigued, wrestling tit to tit, pinching and scratching at each other's nipples and at the same time we tried to wrestle each other into submission.
Well, all this tit play made me even hotter and I was determined now to get down to her cunt. Still struggling, I wrestled her into a position where I could grab her between the legs. While she thrashed and struggled to get free, I worked my thumb and the web of my hand roughly against her straining crotch. Through her skin tight pants I could feel that her pussy was wet-she was every bit as up for a fuck as I was, maybe more, so who the hell was she trying to kid with this wrestling routine? I could feel that her cunt lips were softened by the juices that were pouring out of her, and they yielded under my pressing hand with a sort of delightful squish. ;
But although minute to minute we were getting closer to our real intentions and getting down to a fuck, neither of us wanted to give up the fight. We struggled on, and though now most of our wrestling consisted of a rotation of our hips we still strained against each other with bared teeth and darting fingernails. My skin was scratched raw in several places, and I could feel that I had welts that were beginning to swell. But each new onslaught of her sharp fingernails now excited me more-I was at the point where every bit of pain was beginning to become pleasurable.
But I kept my hand in her crotch, kept working it. There are various ways to take the fight out of a woman and drawing her attention down to her pussy is the best one I know! And sure enough, her strong struggling body began to grow slightly limp and malleable under the constant pressure of my hand. As soon as I saw an opening, I dropped my other hand to her waistline and quickly undid the buttons and zipper of her pants. From there on in, it was just a matter of a few seconds before I had them off her, before I had her stark naked before me except for those high black leather boots, which she seemed intent on wearing and the idea of which turned me on so much that I wouldn't have taken them off her even if she had wanted me to.
I still had my own pants on, "and this difference made me feel very in control. It was almost like a mirror image of the night before-now I was the one strutting around dressed, or at least half dressed, and this bitch, my victim, was nude before me. I relished the image for awhile, while I slipped a couple'of fingers into her wet snatch. My intuition about her needing a fuck turned out to be perfectly right-as soon as the fingers went into her all the fight went out, and her hissing and threatening chatter suddenly turned to a kind of sexual groaning and moaning.
I must admit that I could understand why Jim liked her cunt-it was sort of tight and very resilient. Her juices were thick and slippery, the juices of a mature woman who loves to ball. I worked her at a slow and luxurious pace, letting two fingers slip in and out of her spongy hole as naturally as could be.
As if I needed any further proof that the fight had gone out of her, she brought her hands up to her own nipples and began stroking them. She seized each of the two erect buds between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed them gently, twisting them slightly, giving herself bits of masturbatory pleasure which added to the bliss I knew she was feeling from the pressure of my fingers. Just as I'd thought, this was the fuck she'd been needing all along!
I was excited to see her touching her own breasts-the thought of other women masturbating has always been a turn-on for me-and so
I slipped a third finger into the gooey warmth of her hole and picked up the pace of my frigging a bit. She responded by working her nipples a little more roughly, by twisting them a bit farther, by making them sting a bit and so enhancing her pleasure. She lay back flat on the couch and her head rocked slowly from side to side. All the energy that she had had for fighting now was going into the passive but very intense enjoyment of my hands and her own. I was now thoroughly enjoying my role as pleasure giver, and so I slunk down between her legs in order to eat her cunt. I worked my way down slowly, teasingly running my tongue along the curve of her belly and thighs before I began to lick lightly at her open lips.
She had been sweating profusely from the strain of the struggle and I greedily licked up the salty sweat that had pooled in her navel and the cracks of her thighs. And though the salty sweat was delicious, the strong and fishy taste of her cunt was more delicious still! The viscosity of the juices surprised me-what she was turning out was pure sweet cream, undiluted. I eagerly lapped it up, working my tongue deep into the fleshy crevice, gulping it down greedily, swallowing her juices with their sweet load of hormones. I let my upper lip play over her pubic hair, I let my chin rub sensuously over the bottom part of her crack and her asshole, I was enjoying it thoroughly, and she was also-she worked her nipples more and more firmly as I could see as I lasciviously looked up the entire length of her body to her tits, and her moaning and groaning gained in intensity.
While all this was going on I suddenly found myself diddling my own clit! Without even being aware of it, I had dropped my right hand between my own legs and had undone my pants and reached in. What I found came as no surprise-I was soaking wet, and my cunt lips were already puffy with anticipation. So I treated myself to a goodly dose of my own fingers, and while I was rotating my hips in rhythm to my own frigging I gradually worked my pants until they were down around my knees. Keeping my face buried in the muff of the erstwhile wrestler I frigged myself more and more vigorously, enjoying the feel of my cunt and the taste of hers.
I was so involved in my various sensations that I didn't even hear the door open and someone enter. Only gradually did I become aware that someone was standing behind me! And the woman on the couch seemed to be staring straight up. It pained me to have to remove my face from her wonderful crack for even a second, but I swiveled my head around and there stood Jim! He looked down at the two of us, and from the strained look on his face, and the way his breath came in short spurts, I could tell that he was totally turned on by the sight of the two of us there fucking each other. He stared down at us, letting his gaze wander from my exposed ass and my fingers between my legs to his woman's wide-open cunt, her legs smeared with her own cunt sap and my saliva, her long torso and her heavy tits that were erect and getting very pink from all the attention she was paying to them. The three of us looked at each other in a sort of sexual stupor, and no one was capable of uttering a word. But then, either because she wanted to apologize for her previous jealously or because she wanted to repay me for the pleasure I was giving her by eating her cunt, Jim's woman looked up at him and said, "Go ahead, Jim, stick it to her, I don't mind."
Jim looked down at her with a baffled look on his face. I was sure that he was just aching to fuck me, but it seemed that he couldn't quite believe his ears. He couldn't quite believe that one good lesbian wrestling match and fuck would be sufficient to cure his woman of her jealousy. But when she repeated her words, assuring him that she didn't mind, telling him that 'she wanted to see him fuck another woman, he lost no time in slipping out of his clothes and standing there before the two of us with his wonderful cock as stiff and erect as I had ever seen it in the corn fields of Missouri.
I suppose he didn't want to disturb the configuration we had set up so he just came around in back of me and let his thick tool dangle temptingly against my crack as I lay there still buried in her muff. Spurred on by the prospect of getting his delicious prick inside me, I ate her pussy with greater and greater intensity, pushing my face deeper and deeper into it as I felt the very head of his dick begin to push my lips apart. Always the tease, he tantalized me for a while, practically driving me insane with the cool perfection of his own restraint. Inch by inch he let his thick dick find its way into my hungry pussy, and with each new little bit of prick I felt, I sensed another layer of my own soreness-the soreness left over from last night's gang fuck-wrack my pussy with pleasurable pain. Finally he got the whole thing inside me and I thrilled to the feel of its well-remembered length. My head was jerking spastically, now, and I was eating his woman's pussy with terrific intensity. She was shrieking and her head was swaying back and forth-she may very well have been coming the whole time, I'm not quite sure. But now Jim began to hump me rhythmically from behind. In and out, in and out, he let his stomach slap sensuously against my ass while he drove his thick spike deep into my raw cunt.
I could barely breathe, my head was buried so deeply in her crotch, and I wiggled my ass to provide a more challenging target to the advantage of Jim's dick. I felt in a highly privileged position, being the middle link in this wonderful chain of fucking. Now Jim increased his pace, working it in and out of me with more vigor; and as if I felt obliged to give more pleasure in compensation for the extra pleasure that I was receiving, I now brought my hands up to Jim's woman's cunt and began to finger her while I ate her. Her cunt was wide open, I could slip a couple of fingers in and still leave adequate room for my tongue to probe. She responded to this dual treatment by shrieking all the more, and by humping my face, by moving her hips so firmly that she almost bruised my nose and cheek as she rubbed against me.
Jim too apparently remembered something very special about me, something that he esr pecially enjoyed-after getting his dick nice and well oiled in my cunt, he laid the thick knob of it against the button of my asshole and pushed gently. I hadn't had much ass fucking in a long time, and the thought of having that thick prick in that special place thrilled me all the more. I waved my ass lasciviously against the head of his dick, and very soon the sphincter began to relax and admit the huge piece of flesh into me. I felt the different kind of pressure which gratitude and excitement made even more sensitive. That smaller hole, that tighter place, produces a special kind of sensation, a feeling of fullness almost to the bursting point.
And now Jim began humping me there in that other place with his measured and restrained rhythm. Standing there on his knees, he let his thick prick flow in and out of me in an inevitable almost metronomic rhythm. The sensation droned into a constant rhythm of pleasure, and I swayed my ass in syncopation with it. I ate the cunt, the clitoris, I lapped up the juices, and at the same time my ass was being fucked!
I felt myself rising toward orgasm as Jim increased the pace of his fucking-I have always found it exquisitely perverse and sort of strange about myself that I can have orgasms by getting I fucked in the ass! There's something exquisitely unnatural about it! Without having my cunt stimulated at all, except by the wonderful indirect stimulation through the other side of the membrane, I can bring myself to delightful peaks! And that's exactly what was happening now. Jim crashed into me harder and harder, the head of his unyielding dick pressing against the turn in the road of my intestines, threatening me. And on the other side of the membrane my cunt was surging its own juices, I could feel them dripping onto my stomach and onto the rug. Again and again he crashed into me and as soon as I felt the first hot spurt of his come deep in my ass I lost all restraint and began having hot frantic pulses of my own! I lifted my ass high in the air to give him maximum exposure and he struck me still more deeply as his cock gave its final swell towards spurting the bulk of its come. I took one final long suck at the clit of Jim's woman's cunt and she let out a scream that let me know that she had reached her own final peak. We stayed there poised, all our muscles tensed, perfectly still, to savor the last vibrations of this triple orgasm and then the three of us collapsed in each other's arms right there on the living-room rug.