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he confines of my room were driving me half-mad. The walls were closing in, I couldn't breathe, I'd hit my inhaler and my lungs would seize, refusing to exhale. I was seeing red and yellow and blue spots in front of my eyes. I swatted at them, then collapsed on the floor, limp. The tremendous jolt knocked the air out of me, thankfully, I could breathe again.
Gradually the spots disappeared, first the reds, then the yellows. The blues were the last to go. They always are. I took a Flexural and washed it down with two Valium. I felt the panic leak out through my fingers and toes as the pills went to work on my fucked-up brain. I laid back on my bed hoping that it was only the panic and anxiety that was leaving me and not my mind, or something important like that. The fear of losing your mind is always greater when you don’t know exactly where it is in the first place.
I searched my pockets. It wasn’t there, but I did find a ten-dollar bill, which gave me another idea. I took deep breaths, inhaling through the mouth, exhaling through the nose — or is it the other way around? I can never remember. Anyway, I breathed…Then I left.
I walked out of my place, it was a warm night but I shivered anyway. The cold world was breathing ice down my neck. I walked down to the bar. As I approached I heard the loud din coming from inside the joint, the rock music, the drunken laughter, the slurred nonsensical comments…the usual. Outside the door I stopped to gather my wits, they had fallen out of the hole in my jacket pocket…breathed…and then entered. I walked toward the only empty stool in the place. I sat down. There was a younger girl sitting near by watching me. I looked at her and smiled politely thinking that I must look like an ass or have shit on my face or something. She smiled back. Ah…
A beer and a shot arrived.
"Nice to see you, man." Danny said as he placed them on the bar in front of me. He held up his own shot, we clinked glasses and I drank it down looking at her through the corner of my eye.
"Thanks Danny." I said. I walked over to where she was sitting. Two more shots arrived and I handed one to her, we clinked glasses, drank and I put my arm around her waist.
"Move over." I told her. "Your ass is too big I can’t squeeze in."
"What?" She said over the music. "I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?"
"I said, you look beautiful tonight! As beautiful as you’ve ever looked. You knock me out baby!"
She wobbled a little on her stool. The drink was making my job much easier, or harder depending on how you look at it I guess. "You’ve never seen me before!"
"So?"
„So how do you know I look as beautiful as I’ve ever seen… or as you’ve ever seen me before?"
"You're a very clever woman. Seductively intelligent. Aren’t you? Don’t lie to me."
She smiled.
I said, "I just meant that you look stunning tonight."
She slapped my thigh. "I know you! I know your type!" She was still smiling. "You are a lot better at it than most men."
"Better at what?"
"You know. Pick out the drunkest woman in the bar and try and take her home."
"I’m going to take you home."
"Bullshit!"
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her hair, yanking her face around towards mine, jamming our mouths together. She had terrible breath, and her mouth was dry and her tongue was sticky. I bit her lip and she yelped, but did not try to pull away, in fact with her free hand I felt her grope my midsection for something to hang onto. I guided her in.
"Jesus!" She said drawing her hand back as if it had been bitten my a snake. "How is that going to fit in?"
I didn’t answer her, instead I pulled her back to me and started grabbing her tits and sucking on her neck. I could hear her breathing hard and fast, her arms were around me, I had it in the bag.
One of her friends saw what was going on. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he stepped up to our tangled bodies chest out, arms puffed up, the old jealous blue balled jack-off bit. If he wasn’t getting any, well then neither could anyone else. He grabbed her on the shoulder and tried to pull her away, only he wasn’t pulling hard enough and she yanked free and fell over me nearly knocking us and an older fat gentleman standing next to us to the ground.
"Excuse me." I said to the older, fat gentleman. He nodded. I helped what’s-her-name back onto her stool.
"Hey buddy!" The blue balled jack-off said. „What do you think you're doin’, huh?"
"Making out with one fine looking woman." I winked at her, she smiled.
"Oh yeah?!?"
"Yeah."
„Well, you just back off! You keep you fuckin’hands offa’ her! She’s my friend! I won’t have you do that shit to her!"
"Well," I said. "Someone has to, and since you're not I think that I will. Now move along."
"Yeah, c’mon Chuck, what's the big fuckin’ deal?" She asked him.
"C’mon Lisa, let's get you out of here. You’ve just had too much to drink. You're not thinking clearly…"
"How do you know?!?"
"Look at this creep that you're with! This fucking loser! And you're letting him grope you like a fucking animal right here where everyone can see you!"
"So what?" I said.
"You shut the fuck up!" The little jack-off said.
"Now look," I said standing up from my stool giving him a push. How unfortunate it is that the only thing men understand is violence, not words. "You back the fuck up right now. Go over there to your stupid, prissy friends with their cock sucking fat-assed imported beer drinking shit-heads, masturbate over this drama and fuck off!"
He stopped, speechless for a second, looked at me, looked at her, looked back at me as if he was going to cry, back to her and said, "Huh! I thought we were friends." And walked off.
"Fuck him." I said grabbing her ass. "You’re making me so hot baby."
"Let me finish my drink first!" She said digging my hand out of her pants.
"You ugly bitch! I’m going to fuck you good!"
"What?"
"I said, let’s get the hell out of here." I ripped her drink from her hand, downed it, picked her up on my shoulder and stomped out of the place.
"Oh my! You’re strong!" She said as I carried her down the street.
"Baby," I said. "This isn’t as easy as it looks. You need to lose some fucking weight! You ever heard of a gym? You should go there sometime and check it out."
"I’m not fat!"
I dropped her on the sidewalk. "The hell you ain’t."
"Don’t talk that way, I don’t like it."
"Alright baby, I won’t. I’m sorry. I was just trying to encourage you. I mean you’ve got such a hot body, I would hate to see it go to waste."
"To waste?!? What do you mean?"
"Well, you’re at that age when beauty and youth is sand slipping through your fingers. There’s no way to stop it, the only thing you can do is tighten your grip. You know what I mean? There’s no such thing as aging gracefully. For a woman anyways. Take care of your body baby, it’s all you’ve got."
"I’ve got my mind."
"Like I said."
I got her up to my place with little incident. She tripped going up the stairs and skinned her knee. I washed the cut off and put a Band-Aid on it. It was a good excuse to get her pants off anyway. She was wearing some nice black lace panties. When I saw them I started panting. I hit my inhaler, but that didn’t help. I was going to have to hit that ass.
I turned the lights off and out some music on and we laid there in the darkness kissing and sucking and pulling clothes off. When I got her bra off her boobs just kind of sagged like sad little flowers in the dry August heat. I kissed them, teasing the nipples with my tongue, but they still sagged. It made me so damn depressed that I had her put the bra back on.
I pushed her off the couch and pinned her down on her back. She seemed to like it so I used a little more force. Her hands began turning purple. I rubbed my cock against the softness of her chest and lace bra. She opened her mouth trying to take it in, but I wouldn’t let her just yet. I lifted up my shaft and draped my nuts over her chin. Her warm tongue came out and caressed them gently. I relaxed my grip on her arms and she went to work with both hands, one on my sack the other on my dick.
She clumsily yanked and pulled but I pretended not to mind. I focused on a picture of Britney Spears and wished it were her instead. I wished I could get Britney as easily as I could this girl, but life wasn’t like that. And I was sure that Britney was probably a corpse in bed anyway and would never suck dick with half the enthusiasm of this bitch.
I grabbed the bitch’s head by her hair and shoved my cock into her open mouth. She gagged and could not take it all, but she kept trying and I admired her for it. She pushed me off of her and made me sit back on the couch.
"I need to get the right angle." She said and started slurping.
I reached over to the end table and grabbed an opened beer that I had left there earlier in the day and drank. She sucked away like an amateur, but like I said, she had plenty of spunk. Nothing more than the old up, down, up, down motion, but I let her go ahead.
When I had had enough I said, "Ok baby. Now I wanna’ give it to you. Spread open those chubby legs of yours and try not to choke."
"Oh daddy, give it to me!"
"I’m gonna…Jesus! Where’s your pussy?!?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can’t even see it through all that fur! Don't you trim that mane?"
"Oh daddy, I’m sorry!"
"That’s okay baby, just remember it for next time."
"I will." She said.
"Well," I said. "I guess I better give it to you from behind. I don't want to have to see that mess up there."
"Can I take my bra off?"
"No!"
I flipped her over onto her stomach and she propped herself up on her hands and knees. I got my angle. Her ass looked like two eggs over easy hanging on the clothesline in the back yard. She had a lot of bright red zits on her back and I tried to turn my attention back to Britney as I entered her, but Britney just laughed at me.
Her cunt had a lot of grab to it and to my amazement I felt myself getting ready to come. I pushed down hard on her ass lowering a little. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and eased it into her ass. I felt her trying to pull away but my hands held her in place.
"Hey! Whatcha’ doing? I’ve never had that done in there before. Are you sure it’s gonna fit? Ow! That kinda’ hurts."
"Relax or it’s going to hurt more." I said to her slowly stroking it in.
"Ow! That feels kinda’ good!"
I half listened to her cry in pain or pleasure, what ever it was I didn’t care…I worked it a little faster digging my hands into her ass.
"Don’t do that thing in me!" I heard her say.
I stroked, pumped and pounded ramming her head into the coffee table keeping some kind of crazy calypso beat. I heard her getting louder, I felt her bite my hand ripping flesh and meat. I slapped her across the face and she screamed throwing the table over on its side. Her body stiffened making it hard for me to work it in, but I kept at it. I slapped her again, harder and she began shaking.
I pumped a load into her leaving my come dripping out of her asshole. I rubbed my juice, our juices all over her now limp body. I got up and toweled myself off with her panties and went into the kitchen for a beer. I drank it.
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