Little Cat

I watched as she stuffed two fingers into her pussy. Then she painted them on my lips and dipped them into my mouth. I sucked her hard as she scissored her strong little fingers and tried to pick up my tongue.

‘You want even more of me?’ she asked.

I nodded.

‘You make me happy,’ she said. ‘Because you know what’s good for you.’

Then she took my tongue and pulled it up and shoved it inside her. She sank down. It was humid up inside her, my nose pressed up against her hair. I could barely feel the condom rolling over my prick. I was nailed down now by her tight cidery snatch, just my tongue, my tongue, my tongue swimming up. Colours were flashing in front of my lids. Keep licking, keep licking, keep licking her there. I didn’t know what I was doing, with who, who she was.

‘Good, he feels so good in me,’ the one down at my cock said.

‘His tongue is slowing down.’

Then I felt it, I mean, what was going on down there. It was amazing, it was like the girl was swivelling on me. My hips started fucking her right off the bed. The girl was humping me back and I forgot about the one I liked because that cunt down there was picking up my dick like a fist. Then I felt the slut’s hand grab roughly under my chin.

‘Keep it moving! Come on!’

My cock was about to explode from the mechanical squeezing when I opened my eyes to the one there above me. She was angry now. I looked way up at her dark, street-lit face surrounded by hair falling in a circle: her eye whites crackled like the eyes of an owl. I wanted to stop licking her cunt but she still had me locked by the knees.

‘I wish you were my boyfriend,’ she said. ‘You’re really, really good at this.’

I was confused. The confusion made me mad. I just wanted to come, and I could feel myself getting soft. The one down below pushed off my cock. My dick bobbed in the air, the condom was sagging, fuck … What the fuck did they want from me now?

Quickening breaths got loud through my nose. I was going to kill them using that hook in the wall.

‘Did he come?’ the girl down there said.

‘I don’t know, I don’t think so,’ the mind-game slut said.

‘I want to see you suck his cock.’

‘Okay.’

My slut slid down me as if I hadn’t just been tonguing her, as if she hadn’t just told me she wanted me to be her boyfriend. She pulled the condom off with her teeth. She put me all right inside her mouth. But I was half done, I was pissed off, I didn’t know if I could come. I really didn’t know anymore if I could ever come. Her hair was warm and long, covering my balls; her mouth breathed and tongue-sucked me hot and so tight, the head of my cock got hugged in her throat, I heard myself grunting, as helpless as her. Then, in her lips, down her throat, in one last flash I went off. She swallowed my jerking but she pulled off too fast. She left a drum beating too hard in my crotch.

‘He came in me. He came in my mouth!’

‘I want to taste it on your lips, baby!’

Now there was more hair on top of me, two bodies, four eyes and the slurping of tongues. They were passing my come like plasma between them. I was running out of air. Both of their bodies smashed me down, leg over leg and ass over chest, sucked into this dirty egg bed. Bloated, sweating, I wanted to bury my face.

When they finally toppled off me, the slut turned on a light by her bed. She laughed with wide eyes when she looked at my face.

‘You’re all wet, Loverboy!’

I looked up at that hook coming out of the wall. I looked at my hand. It was bleeding on the side.

The girl looked at me with sympathy or something. She handed me part of the sheet and wiped my chin dry.

‘You can sleep out there on the couch out if you want,’ she said. ‘Just dump all the shit on the floor.’

I heard the other girl grunting with exhaustion, trying to get comfortable in the bed at the wall. I looked around on the floor for my stuff. By the time I found

everything and got my pants on I heard breathing going steady with sleep. My mind-fucking girlfriend was wrapped around her friend’s back. I turned off the light and left that place quickly. I never wanted to see her again.

MAN NO. 6

The first thing she said when we got back to her place was: ‘I was watching you, you know. I was watching everything you did back there.’