Here in the city everyone goes around in little bubbles of their own, cell phones pressed to their ears, closer to people who are miles away than they are to the ones who crowd against them in the elevators. Talia is like that too, and though she lives not far from the center of town, she's always somewhere else: through her phone, through her music, through her big TV.
The doors of her minivan close with a cushioned thump and completely shut out the noise of the streets. The minivan has a very good stereo and quiet ventilation and tinted windows, and the ride is smooth and soft and clean, even through the worst neighborhoods. She bought this car with the money from her new job, and even though it's a family car and she's a family of one, she bought it so she can haul all the stuff she plans to buy with the money this job pays her. In this world of dwindling resources and diminished expectations, with jobs leaving the country like suds down the drain, Talia has got her nails into the rock of personal success and is holding on with selfish tenacity. She worked her ass off in school and spent enough time in a shit entry-level job for a couple years until this one came along, and now that she's got a jealous grip on what she can get, everyone else can be damned. She has no use for them.
She has a use for me though. She found my stories on a web site, and though I'm a lot older than she is, she started writing me. She liked what I wrote. She liked the fact that I'm a kind of passionate slob and that I'm a poet and can give her things in words that she can't get any other way: one of the few things she can't buy these days. We'll stand naked in the glass wall of her new high-rise condo and look out at the city beneath the full moon, and I'll spread her pussy apart and stroke her and give her poetry about why she's like the night. That's something she knows she can't get from anyone else. We can stand there with her leaning back against me, her wrists tied behind her back, my hand full of her juice, and I can tell her what it's like when the moon fucks her from behind or how it feels when the sun comes in her face, and that makes her shudder. When she orgasms she reaches back and tries to bite my naked shoulder, hating me for making her feel so much. She likes it when I tie her up too, and slowly whip her open legs and tell her poetry about what a whore she is until she throws her head back and comes, panting the way she does, the old wooden chair creaking as she pulls on the ropes in her spasms of release.
Talia and her friends put on sexuality like other people put on shoes, looking for something that fits and looks good on them and doesn't pinch too much. If there are no men around, Talia will do women, and she's done groups before too. She's offered to do a three-way with me and a girl friend of hers, a girl she'd gone to college with and now works with, but I'm not really that interested. I'm not that much of a sexual team player and I don't think this friend is into poetry and passion much, so I doubt she'd have much interest in me, but Talia thinks otherwise.
"Blaine really wants to do it," she says when I meet her for lunch the park beneath the weak spring sun. "She told me again. I talked to her this morning."
Talia's a very pretty girl, with slick, dark brown hair that is actually auburn when seen in the sun. She wears it cut to chin length straight around, showing off her lovely neck. She's got a down-turned mouth that makes her look stuck-up or privately angry, and I love it when I have her tied up and see that proud, pouty look on her face. It makes me want to hurt her, and often that's just what she wants too. She likes pain when we make love. It seems to be one of the few things in the world that can really get to her whether she wants it to or not. Most everything else she can tune out at will.
"You know what this is going to be like if we do it with Blaine?" I ask her. "It's going to be 'Blaine, why don't you lie over here, and Talia you get up on your knees over there, and I'll squeeze between you here and rub my dick on her ass, and you do this and I'll do that' and then it'll be like half-time and change sides. And two people will come and the third will be left out."
Talia's pouty little mouth doesn't change but her eyes smile.
"You're so hopeless," she says. "Most any guy would jump to have the two of us in bed together."
"Maybe I think more of you than that."
She looks at me to see if I was teasing. "Yeah, right."
I wasn't teasing. I really did care for her. It drove me crazy that she refused to see that.
"What do you get out of it anyhow?" I ask her. "You already slept with her once in college. You told me she didn't do much for you."
She stirs her yogurt around and licks the back of the plastic spoon. "Oh, I liked it all right. She's got gorgeous tits, and she's real hot when she comes. Screams and yells and everything. You'd like that. You like all that hysterical stuff."
"I like it when it comes from you." When Talia comes, she starts panting really fast in this high whimper. Her face gets red and her hands and her legs shake out of control.
I look at her. "You know what I think?" I say. "I think you just want to show me off. I'm the one thing you've got that Blaine doesn't have, and you want to rub me in her face."
"So? Is that so bad?" She squints against the weak sun as the wind blows her now-auburn hair across her forehead.
"It's a status thing, isn't it? Everything you do is a status thing."
She makes her pouty mouth. She's such a beautiful young woman that I could just crush her lower lip between my teeth. She loves me in her way, but she doesn't really know what that way was. She's just not equipped to think about things like that, things that don't quite make sense.
"You're not a status thing," she says. That was probably as close as I'd ever get.
"Do I get to tie her up? Do I get to use the whip while you go down on each other?"
She looks at me again, squinting to see if I'm serious. "I don't know. I think so. I'll have to ask her."
*****
I don't see Talia that often, maybe once a wek or every two weeks, and then it might be for a weekend or a couple of days during the week, or maybe just a night. She calls me when she needs to talk or she needs what I have to give her: words, understanding, passion, and pain. She doesn't like to go out very much because of the difference in our ages, but sometimes she does like it, exactly because of that. She'll dress herself up to look even younger than she is, with short, little-girl skirts or a tank top and jeans and she'll hang all over me in public, pretending I'm her sugar daddy. She loves to fantasize that I'm corrupting her. When we go back to her place I have to spank her and stick my fingers in her pussy and her ass and make her suck me off with the kind of brutality she loves, holding her hair and lifting my ass off the sofa to bruise her lips and make her gag with my thick cock. She likes to see the come erupt from my prick and feel it shoot against her face. She still has a splash of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and they really show when she gets aroused, and I love to see my ejaculate dripping down her childlike face, the pulse in her throat as we come down from our orgasms and turn back into ourselves.
As we sit in the car one night I tell her that the shadows of the streetlight through the trees are writing things on her body, things she won't be able to read for years to come, and when she does read them they'll tell her about things that are already over and done with. She likes that, but she doesn't quite understand it, so I grab her hair and pull her head back against the seat and I run my lips over her exposed throat, scraping her with my teeth. As soon as I take control of her, her nipples get hard as raisins and I twist them in my fingers before I put my hand down between her legs and push a finger into her shaved pussy. Aside from her wetness and the eager stiffness of her nipples it's hard to tell whether she's excited or not, but when my finger penetrates her she squeezes her eyes shut and grunts in masochistic pleasure.
"Go ahead," she moans, "finger fuck my cunt right here in the parking lot. Make me come on your hand. God, you're so dirty!"
That's what she says but she comes fast, panting and whining and lifting her hips entirely off the car seat to ram my hand inside her. She grabs my hand and digs her nails into my wrist and starts breathing really fast. I cover her mouth with my own and she bites my tongue just as I feel her tight little pussy clamp down on my fingers as she spills it.
"You little whore," I say. "Someday you'll be able to read that shadow writing and then maybe you'll understand. Until then you don't have a fucking clue."
*****
"Me and Blaine made out today at work," Talia tells me on the phone one night.
"Oh yeah? What did you do?"
"Not too much. We went into the stationary closet at lunch time when everybody's gone?" Her voice took on that teenage lilt where every statement's a question. "We just fooled around. We kissed and stuff. I think she's gay."
"You're not?"
I could hear her role her eyes. "Of course not. I'm bi if anything. But I mean really gay. I think she likes girls more than guys. She really wanted me to get her off, but she was wearing a skirt, and I didn't want to have to push it all up over her hips and everything, you know? I didn't want to get caught."
"The hell you didn't," I said.
"I didn't. Really. Someone could walk in."
Talia and Blaine both worked in a big building selling some new sort of phone system to small businesses. Her company had some new technology that everyone wanted, and all she had to do was sit in her office and take calls from buyers and rake in huge commissions. Things were going so well that there was a general party atmosphere at her office, with people taking long lunches and leaving early and still making tons of money.
"So you just kissed?" I asked her.
"We kissed, and she started humping my leg. I played with her titties. It was really hot. She really wants to do it with us. I'm going to invite her over."
"If she's so gay, what does she want with me?"
"Well she's not entirely gay," she said. Then she changed her tone and started to wheedle. "Please, Graden, please. I really want to do this."
"Why?" I asked her. "Just tell me why. I don't understand this, Talia."
"Oh, I don't know," she moaned in exasperation. "It's just that you're the only guy I know who's mature about sex. You're the only one who can tell me about this, about why I want to do this and about what it means. Please?"
"What about the plenty of guys who'd be happy to get the two of you in bed? Why not get one of them?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"You know: all the guys my age are so young. They don't know anything about anything. All they want to do is fuck you and get their rocks off. You're the only one who talks about it. You know: talks about what it means and everything. That's why I love you, Graden."
Hearing her say my name in the same paragraph as the word "love" was like hearing a chicken whistle. She could probably hear me smile on her end of the phone.
*****
Blaine comes over on a Thursday night while I'm sitting at Talia's big dining room table with tarot cards spread out all around me. The vertical blinds are open, and the city is all spread out outside. Talia doesn't believe in anything, but she loves tarot cards and loves for me to read them for her. She looks at the cards like a little girl, turning them this way and that and biting her thumb nail and worrying as I tell her what they mean.
Blaine is wearing some ugly pajama pants with a tank top and a sweatshirt over that. She has her brown hair in a ponytail and wears a Cleveland Browns hat, but for all her casual, any-old-thing look, she's wearing lip gloss and her eye makeup is freshly done.
Blaine's a lot more sociable and extroverted than Talia, but most of that is just her saleswoman persona. She smiles a lot and still has a trace of her Texas accent, and when she likes something you've said she scrunches her nose up at you. Talia told me that once and now it haunts me: every time she does it it kind of bothers me.
It's strange, because both Talia and I know why we're here, and Blaine of course knows as well, but we can't just take our clothes off and start cluster-fucking, so Blaine has a glass of red wine and asks me about the cards while Talia finishes what she's doing in the kitchen. I tell Blaine to shuffle the cards and pick one, and the one she picks is the Nine of Cups: Satiety, an excess of pleasure.
Talia came out of the kitchen and stood behind Blaine's chair. It's a big, modern dining room set with a smoked glass table, brand new, and the chairs have high backs. Talia leaned over and put her hands under Blaine's breasts and lifted them up.
"See, Gray," she said. "Didn't I tell you she had gorgeous tits?"
Blaine gave me a naughty little leer, her eyes twinkling. "Ooh, Talia!" she said, "You don't waste any time, do you girl?" She scrunched her nose up at me and stuck her tongue out suggestively.
I was surprised at Talia's boldness. She pulled Blaine's chair out from the table, and came around and sat on the arm of the chair, half in Blaine's lap. She certainly wasn't that easy and bold with me. She rarely started anything. She was more into teasing me into doing something to her, usually something rough where I'd pull her down or press her back against a wall, but now she sat on the arm of the chair and bent over and kissed Blaine open-mouthed. I could see their tongues working against each other from where I sat at the other side of the table, slowly shuffling the cards. It was very quiet except for Blaine's little amused moans and laughs as they kissed. She knew she was being naughty and she loved it. I wondered briefly if Blaine and I were supposed to fight for Talia, if that's what this was about.
But no, it didn't look like that at all. Talia broke the kiss and then looked at me. Her fingers were playing with Blaine's ear.
"What do you say, Gray?" she asked. "Are we on?"
"Yeah, Gray," Blaine added, "Are we on?"
The vertical blinds were wide open, and you could se the buildings across the way, see all the lights of the city all the way to the horizon.
"You want to leave the blinds open?" I asked them.
"Sure," Talia said. She looked at Blaine and added, "Gray says I took this apartment because of all the windows. He says I'd like to live in a city of glass where everyone would see me. He thinks I want everyone to see me when I fuck."
"Oooh," Blaine said, raising her eyebrows, "I like that. A city of glass where everyone knows everything about everyone else."
"But nobody knows what it means," Talia said. "That's what Graden says. He says we don't know what anything means. Isn't that right, Gray?"
Blaine scrunched up her nose at me. Talia reached down and pulled up Blaine's sweatshirt and tank top in one move and lifted them up over her tits. Blaine wasn't wearing a bra, and she did have beautiful breasts just like Talia had said: fat little melons instead of Talia's scoops of ice cream. Talia lowered her head and watched me out of the corner of her eye as she licked one of Blaine's nipples and the girl hissed in pleasure.
Obviously they were putting this show on for me, and it was having an effect. Blaine put her hands up and grabbed the back of the chair behind her head, lifting her breasts up for Talia, who really started making a big show of licking and sucking them, moaning and slurping and rolling her head. Blaine kept one eye on Talia's treatment of her tits and the other one on me to see how I was taking this.
"You like to watch, Graden?" Blaine asked. "Mmmm," she said, closing her eyes with a little shudder, "Her mouth is so good. Is that all you're going to do is watch?"
Talia snaked her tongue out and start tracing circles around Blaine's big nipples, and I realized I was supposed to be shocked. Poor girls: beautiful, desirable, at the peak of their sexual ripeness, but they lived in a world of expediency, a world of diminishing expectations, with no right and wrong, nothing to rebel against. There was nothing they could do to shock the boys their own age, so they had to come to me, someone older, someone who remembered when there were good girls and bad girls.
I stood up and both of them waited to see what I would do. I went around to the other side of the table where they were, and I pulled out another chair.
"Come here, Talia," I said, and she stopped what she was doing with Blaine and walked over.
She was still wearing her after-work grubbies: sweat pants and a tee shirt. She stood in front of me like a little girl while I tugged her pants down over her hips and made her step out of them. I rolled her panties down her smooth thighs and she put one hand on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. Being naked in front of Blaine apparently didn't bother her at all.
"Arms up," I said, and Talia raised her arms over her head like a baby getting ready for a bath. I pulled her tee-shirt off and tossed it aside. She wore no bra: she was completely naked.
I sat down in the chair and pulled her over to me, made her stand there while I sucked her nipples into my mouth, first one then the other. I held her with one hand squeezing one of her buttocks, and with the other I pushed her thighs apart so I could work my finger against her. She stood there passively, not resisting. She wasn't as wet as she'd wanted me to think, but now, under the shame of being handled like this in front of Blaine, she began to lubricate.
It was my turn now to show off for Blaine. I wanted her to see how I handled Talia, how passive she was with me. Blaine watched as I sucked Talia's tits. I turned Talia around and gave her a sharp little smack on the ass. I saw Blaine's eyes widen with interest. Her shirt was still up and her nipples were starting to harden.
Both girls were passive, but that didn't surprise me, Talia was usually passive like this when I was with her, as if she were an observer to what I was doing to her. Sometimes she would even exclaim with surprise when I pushed her into some new and subservient position, murmuring "Oh Fuck!" or "Oh my God!" as if she couldn't believe I would do this to her, but she never objected. She only got hotter.
I stood up and pulled Talia over. "Sit in the chair," I said to her. "Put your legs over the arms. Blaine, get your clothes off. I'll be right back."
I went into Talia's bedroom where she kept the rope and her toys in her nightstand. I grabbed a handful of stuff along with the riding crop I used on her, and when I got back into the dining room, Blaine was standing naked next to the chair she'd been sitting in, her nipples pointing up to the corners of the ceiling. Blaine had a little strip of hair on her pussy but Talia was shaved clean. There was a twinkle of moisture visible between Blaine's thighs. With both their pussies exposed the two girls looked even younger than they were; almost juvenile. They stood there uncertainly, as if waiting to be punished.
I kicked my shoes off and came over to the table, pulled over another chair and sat down. I beckoned to Blaine and she came over, her hands clasped demurely over her naked crotch.
"You know what we do, me and Talia?" I asked her. "She tell you about it? The ropes and the whips? Is that what you want me to do with you too?"
"I don't know," she said. "I've never done that kind of stuff. I want to try though. Yeah, I guess so."
I reached out and grabbed her by the tit and pulled her over. She gasped and followed. What else could she do? Talia sat in the chair with her thighs over the legs, her pussy gaping at us. She was kind of zoned out but her chest was rising and falling as she watched me man-handle Blaine's boob. She was waiting to see what I would do with her friend.
"You guess so?" I asked. She was standing right in front of me. I pushed her thighs apart, nudging them with the handle of the crop. "You don't know what the fuck you want, do you?. Neither of you does: women, men, fucked, beaten, you have no idea. It's all the same to you."
Blaine put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as I made her spread her legs farther. "Put your hands down," I told her. "You don't touch me unless I tell you to. You understand?"
She tried to laugh, but it didn't come out right. She was too excited. I spun her around and smacked her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and pressed my finger against her asshole and she grunted with surprise and so I slapped her ass again. She had a nice, high ass, firm and meaty. She just stood there and took it.
"Get down on your knees and eat Talia," I said. "Let me see you suck her pussy. Show me what a hot lesbian slut you are. You are gay, aren't you?"
"I don't know," she said. "I think I'm bi. I haven't been with any guys lately though."
I nodded. She didn't know what the hell she was.
There's a point when you play like this where the sub has to give up control. She either does what you say or she says no and the session's over. I was ready for some resistance from Blaine, but I didn't get it. She was already into it. She liked being told what to do. She got down on the rug and put her hands on the edge of Talia's chair. Talia looked down and swept her own hair out of her face and Blaine closed her eyes and put her tongue out, leaning forward. Talia gasped when Blaine made contact with her.
"A couple of little whores," I said as Blaine began to lick Talia's cunt. "A couple of little fuck lizards who want to be bad. That's what we've got here, isn't it?"
Maybe Blaine was gay but I didn't think so. What she was into was being bad, of trying to shock me and shock herself. She stuck her tongue out against Talia's pussy and twisted her head from side to side, licking her. She sucked on Talia and Talia watched her and whined with surprise and pleasure as her wet flesh slid through her friend's lips. I don't think she believed Blaine would do it either.
"Oh God!" Talia moaned. "Oh Blaine!" She put her hands down between her thighs and cupped Blaine's cheeks, and I tapped her arm with the crop.
"Uh-uh," I said. "No touching unless I say so."
I stood up and took a piece of rope and tied Talia's wrists together, then led the rope up over the back of the chair and down to the rung between the legs, where I tied it off, lifting Talia's hands over her head. Blaine's mouth was still on Talia's pussy but her eyes watched this with excitement. I took two more pieces of rope and lashed Talia's thighs to the arms of the chair, holding her open and helpless for Blaine. I was just in time too, because Talia's thighs were starting to shake with helpless pleasure. She's very sensitive about being eaten and sometimes it's just too much for her to stand. Or maybe it was the tying that made her tremble. She was spread wide and helpless now, just the way she liked, but this time it wasn't me with a whip in front of her, it was Blaine, naked on her knees, twisting her face around in the soaking swamp of Talia's cunt and moaning and slurping with pleasure.
It was a show for my benefit, I knew that much. If I hadn't been there the two of them would probably have sat around watching TV and eating popcorn; it was all the same to them. Not that they were faking it, but I knew that what was making them excited was doing it in front of me. Two gorgeous girls at the peak of their sexual prime with no idea of what to do with themselves. They needed this old man watching them to make themselves feel so wonderfully lewd and dirty, which is what they really wanted.
Blaine lifted her face from Talia's crotch and looked back at me over her shoulder. "I thought you were going to fuck us. Will you fuck me if I make her come?"
"I'll do what I damn well please," I said, fetching her a sharp little swat on the ass with the crop. She jumped, and a bright red welt sprang up on her naked ass. It's a real shock to be hit with a whip for the first time. It's not the pain so much as it is the indignity: the idea that someone's willing to do that to you: treat you like a slave, like an animal, that they're willing to hurt you for their own amusement. "You're going to show me what a hot little bitch you are, then I'll decide what to do with you."
I got down behind Blaine and pressed my hand against the back of her neck, shoving her face into Talia's pussy and making Talia squeal with shame and excitement.
Both of them wanted me to think that they were big, perverse, bi-sexual lovers, beyond shame and beyond right and wrong. Regular swingers. But I knew Talia, and I figured I knew Blaine pretty well, and I knew that their lesbian encounters had probably been no more than the usual kinds of things girls did when boys weren't around and they wanted to feel wicked and naughty: touching each other, maybe playing with each other's tits, pretending to kiss, pretending they were getting off. Well, this was different. I wanted the real thing. I wanted to see them involved. I wanted to see just how bad they really were.
I put Blaine's hands on the arms of the chair and made her hold onto the ropes that held Talia's thighs open. "Don't you let go no matter what I do, understand? And don't stop eating her, bitch."
She grunted, not daring to lift her face from Talia's pussy. Talia was red as a beet, her face clenched shut, biting her lip. Her belly was drawn tight and quivered with every whining breath as Blaine's head worked around between her legs. This was more than she'd expected. Talia wasn't bi. She did it only to shock, but Blaine's mouth had gotten to her, and she was about to lose it in the face of her first real lesbian experience, lose it in front of me. These girls thought they were bad, but they'd only been faking it: they'd never really been involved in their games. They were involved now, and they didn't know what to do with their excitement.
"Eat her, bitch!" I hissed, taking hold of Blaine's pony tail and pulling her head tight against Talia's crotch.. Talia's head rolled against the back of the chair. Her pouty lips opened but her moan of impending release choked in her throat. I raised the crop and brought it down on Blaine's ass, and Blaine squealed into Talia's cunt. I whipped her again, then again, then I dropped the whip and ran my fingers into her soaking quim, reaching deep into her hot sheath.
Now Talia began to pant. Seeing her friend get whipped was the last bit she needed to put her over the edge. Her toes pulled tight against her feet and the big cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she tried to drive her cunt against Blaine's mouth. I let go of Blaine's hair and reached up and grabbed a hold of Talia's nipple and squeezed, adding a sweet spear of pain to her pleasure, and that did it.
I heard the familiar sobbing chant of her orgasm as she pulled against the ropes. Blaine squealed too as she felt Talia lose it into her mouth, and I grabbed Blaine's pony tail and pulled her off of Talia while Talia was still twitching.
"Get on the sofas and open your legs. Wait for me." I said to Blaine.
I pulled off my shirt and pants, stepped out of my shorts. I freed Talia's hands and left her sitting in the chair sobbing for breath, her legs still spread wide, her pussy still jumping and leaking a thin trail of juice.
The sofa faced the open window so Talia could enjoy the skyline, enjoy the view her money bought her. But now the window was like a big symbol of their secret desires revealed, and I just hoped that there were eyes and telescopes trained on that window so that all the city could see Blaine Hudson get fucked.
She was sitting on the couch, legs straight out in front of her, Talia's juice still smeared all over her face along with what remained of her carefully applied lipstick. Blaine seemed to be in a kind of trance, breathing deep, not moving. I got on my knees in front of her, took my big cock in my hand and lanced up inside of her.
"Oh! Oh my God!" she moaned, wrapping her legs and arms around me.
"Did I tell you to touch me?" I asked, flexing my cock inside of her for emphasis. "You're going to lay here like a little slut and get fucked, and that's all you're going to do. I'm not one of your little boyfriends. I'm not making love to you. I'm going to fuck you, hard and deep, and you're going to take it."
She put her legs down and grabbed onto the edge of the sofa cushions as I began to fuck her, stabbing her deep, wanting it to hurt. The little bitch wanted it that way too, and as I bruised her stuffed pussy I began to talk to her:
"You are a little whore aren't you? You love it dirty like this, love my big old man's cock inside you, all knobby and hard. Why aren't you with some of your boyfriends, Blaine? Why aren't you fucking one of them, huh? You know why? Because they don't make you feel dirty, do they? They don't make you feel like a hot little whore, and that's what you want to be, isn't it baby? A dirty little fuck slut, a filthy little whore."
She started whining as I said this, and she arched her back up off the couch, crushing her tits against me. I grabbed her round ass in both hands, got halfway up and rolled so I was sitting on the sofa, pulling her over in top of me so her knees were on the couch on either side of me.
"Bring me the whip, Talia!"
She had untied herself from the chair by now, and she came over with the riding crop. She stood there looking hurt, excluded from what we were doing, so I said, "Whip her ass. She doesn't even know how to fuck. Give her some incentive."
Blaine screamed as Talia hit her. Talia hit her a lot harder than I would have, and Blaine put her head down and started riding me fast, even though I knew it was hurting her. Talia hit her again, and again, and every time she whipped her, Blaine yelped and started pumping harder and harder on my cock.
"Oh God I can see your dick inside her pussy!" Talia said. "I can see you going in and out! Jesus is she wet! Blaine, you're soaking wet. I can see it oozing out of you!"
Blaine raised her head and uttered a strangled cry of shame and excitement. She was riding me hard, desperately, her big tits bouncing on her chest. Despite my warning she put her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin her concentration at this point. She was bathed in fuck sweat and close to her own orgasm. I slapped her ass and sucked a nipple into my mouth, then put my teeth to it.
"Everyone can see you fucking me, " I said, releasing her tit and letting it bounce against my cheek as she rode me. "Everyone from here to the lake can look up here and see what a whore you are, Blaine. You're fucking famous. You and your hot cunt. Everyone can see."
Blaine threw her head back. She froze for a moment and trembled. She groaned like she was trying to force something out, her eyes shut tight, and then she came. She came with a loud, sudden, shriek, just like Talia had said, every muscle tensed. She screamed and then she screamed again: wild, snarling wild-cat screams.
Talia saw what was happening, and without thinking she threw herself on top of us, trying somehow to be part of Blaine's orgasm. her weight forced Blaine down on top of me, and I let myself go, let myself fountain up into Blaine's clenching pussy, shooting hot and deep into her dark secret insides.
*****
Look at these girls. They live in a land of eroding expectations: resources getting scarce, jobs disappearing, the future uncertain; a nation in which there are already subtle signs of decline and a vague sense of dissolution. They live in a world where everything is negotiable, even right and wrong, where price is everything and value is nothing. And in this world they try to make their way, try to find love and comfort and what meaning and fulfillment as they can.
This is the world ruled by the Moon, and as she heaves itself clear of the tangle of rooftops on the horizon-almost full tonight--I point her out to the two naked girls.
"There she is," I say. "The moon is all mystery. She is all that you want that you don't understand; the irrational voice inside us all. That's why she rules sex and love. If you can understand what you feel when you see her in the sky, then maybe you can understand why we do the things we do; your heart and desires."
Blaine ignores what I say, pressing her naked breasts against my back. Talia leans against me and sighs.
"I never could," I say. "I'm as much a mystery to myself as the moon ever was. But I can live with that now."
With that I lie Blaine down and cover her mouth with my own. I roll onto my back and Talia squats over my erect cock and impales herself with a soft moan of greedy satisfaction, and the moon rises above the city of glass.
The doors of her minivan close with a cushioned thump and completely shut out the noise of the streets. The minivan has a very good stereo and quiet ventilation and tinted windows, and the ride is smooth and soft and clean, even through the worst neighborhoods. She bought this car with the money from her new job, and even though it's a family car and she's a family of one, she bought it so she can haul all the stuff she plans to buy with the money this job pays her. In this world of dwindling resources and diminished expectations, with jobs leaving the country like suds down the drain, Talia has got her nails into the rock of personal success and is holding on with selfish tenacity. She worked her ass off in school and spent enough time in a shit entry-level job for a couple years until this one came along, and now that she's got a jealous grip on what she can get, everyone else can be damned. She has no use for them.
She has a use for me though. She found my stories on a web site, and though I'm a lot older than she is, she started writing me. She liked what I wrote. She liked the fact that I'm a kind of passionate slob and that I'm a poet and can give her things in words that she can't get any other way: one of the few things she can't buy these days. We'll stand naked in the glass wall of her new high-rise condo and look out at the city beneath the full moon, and I'll spread her pussy apart and stroke her and give her poetry about why she's like the night. That's something she knows she can't get from anyone else. We can stand there with her leaning back against me, her wrists tied behind her back, my hand full of her juice, and I can tell her what it's like when the moon fucks her from behind or how it feels when the sun comes in her face, and that makes her shudder. When she orgasms she reaches back and tries to bite my naked shoulder, hating me for making her feel so much. She likes it when I tie her up too, and slowly whip her open legs and tell her poetry about what a whore she is until she throws her head back and comes, panting the way she does, the old wooden chair creaking as she pulls on the ropes in her spasms of release.
Talia and her friends put on sexuality like other people put on shoes, looking for something that fits and looks good on them and doesn't pinch too much. If there are no men around, Talia will do women, and she's done groups before too. She's offered to do a three-way with me and a girl friend of hers, a girl she'd gone to college with and now works with, but I'm not really that interested. I'm not that much of a sexual team player and I don't think this friend is into poetry and passion much, so I doubt she'd have much interest in me, but Talia thinks otherwise.
"Blaine really wants to do it," she says when I meet her for lunch the park beneath the weak spring sun. "She told me again. I talked to her this morning."
Talia's a very pretty girl, with slick, dark brown hair that is actually auburn when seen in the sun. She wears it cut to chin length straight around, showing off her lovely neck. She's got a down-turned mouth that makes her look stuck-up or privately angry, and I love it when I have her tied up and see that proud, pouty look on her face. It makes me want to hurt her, and often that's just what she wants too. She likes pain when we make love. It seems to be one of the few things in the world that can really get to her whether she wants it to or not. Most everything else she can tune out at will.
"You know what this is going to be like if we do it with Blaine?" I ask her. "It's going to be 'Blaine, why don't you lie over here, and Talia you get up on your knees over there, and I'll squeeze between you here and rub my dick on her ass, and you do this and I'll do that' and then it'll be like half-time and change sides. And two people will come and the third will be left out."
Talia's pouty little mouth doesn't change but her eyes smile.
"You're so hopeless," she says. "Most any guy would jump to have the two of us in bed together."
"Maybe I think more of you than that."
She looks at me to see if I was teasing. "Yeah, right."
I wasn't teasing. I really did care for her. It drove me crazy that she refused to see that.
"What do you get out of it anyhow?" I ask her. "You already slept with her once in college. You told me she didn't do much for you."
She stirs her yogurt around and licks the back of the plastic spoon. "Oh, I liked it all right. She's got gorgeous tits, and she's real hot when she comes. Screams and yells and everything. You'd like that. You like all that hysterical stuff."
"I like it when it comes from you." When Talia comes, she starts panting really fast in this high whimper. Her face gets red and her hands and her legs shake out of control.
I look at her. "You know what I think?" I say. "I think you just want to show me off. I'm the one thing you've got that Blaine doesn't have, and you want to rub me in her face."
"So? Is that so bad?" She squints against the weak sun as the wind blows her now-auburn hair across her forehead.
"It's a status thing, isn't it? Everything you do is a status thing."
She makes her pouty mouth. She's such a beautiful young woman that I could just crush her lower lip between my teeth. She loves me in her way, but she doesn't really know what that way was. She's just not equipped to think about things like that, things that don't quite make sense.
"You're not a status thing," she says. That was probably as close as I'd ever get.
"Do I get to tie her up? Do I get to use the whip while you go down on each other?"
She looks at me again, squinting to see if I'm serious. "I don't know. I think so. I'll have to ask her."
*****
I don't see Talia that often, maybe once a wek or every two weeks, and then it might be for a weekend or a couple of days during the week, or maybe just a night. She calls me when she needs to talk or she needs what I have to give her: words, understanding, passion, and pain. She doesn't like to go out very much because of the difference in our ages, but sometimes she does like it, exactly because of that. She'll dress herself up to look even younger than she is, with short, little-girl skirts or a tank top and jeans and she'll hang all over me in public, pretending I'm her sugar daddy. She loves to fantasize that I'm corrupting her. When we go back to her place I have to spank her and stick my fingers in her pussy and her ass and make her suck me off with the kind of brutality she loves, holding her hair and lifting my ass off the sofa to bruise her lips and make her gag with my thick cock. She likes to see the come erupt from my prick and feel it shoot against her face. She still has a splash of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and they really show when she gets aroused, and I love to see my ejaculate dripping down her childlike face, the pulse in her throat as we come down from our orgasms and turn back into ourselves.
As we sit in the car one night I tell her that the shadows of the streetlight through the trees are writing things on her body, things she won't be able to read for years to come, and when she does read them they'll tell her about things that are already over and done with. She likes that, but she doesn't quite understand it, so I grab her hair and pull her head back against the seat and I run my lips over her exposed throat, scraping her with my teeth. As soon as I take control of her, her nipples get hard as raisins and I twist them in my fingers before I put my hand down between her legs and push a finger into her shaved pussy. Aside from her wetness and the eager stiffness of her nipples it's hard to tell whether she's excited or not, but when my finger penetrates her she squeezes her eyes shut and grunts in masochistic pleasure.
"Go ahead," she moans, "finger fuck my cunt right here in the parking lot. Make me come on your hand. God, you're so dirty!"
That's what she says but she comes fast, panting and whining and lifting her hips entirely off the car seat to ram my hand inside her. She grabs my hand and digs her nails into my wrist and starts breathing really fast. I cover her mouth with my own and she bites my tongue just as I feel her tight little pussy clamp down on my fingers as she spills it.
"You little whore," I say. "Someday you'll be able to read that shadow writing and then maybe you'll understand. Until then you don't have a fucking clue."
*****
"Me and Blaine made out today at work," Talia tells me on the phone one night.
"Oh yeah? What did you do?"
"Not too much. We went into the stationary closet at lunch time when everybody's gone?" Her voice took on that teenage lilt where every statement's a question. "We just fooled around. We kissed and stuff. I think she's gay."
"You're not?"
I could hear her role her eyes. "Of course not. I'm bi if anything. But I mean really gay. I think she likes girls more than guys. She really wanted me to get her off, but she was wearing a skirt, and I didn't want to have to push it all up over her hips and everything, you know? I didn't want to get caught."
"The hell you didn't," I said.
"I didn't. Really. Someone could walk in."
Talia and Blaine both worked in a big building selling some new sort of phone system to small businesses. Her company had some new technology that everyone wanted, and all she had to do was sit in her office and take calls from buyers and rake in huge commissions. Things were going so well that there was a general party atmosphere at her office, with people taking long lunches and leaving early and still making tons of money.
"So you just kissed?" I asked her.
"We kissed, and she started humping my leg. I played with her titties. It was really hot. She really wants to do it with us. I'm going to invite her over."
"If she's so gay, what does she want with me?"
"Well she's not entirely gay," she said. Then she changed her tone and started to wheedle. "Please, Graden, please. I really want to do this."
"Why?" I asked her. "Just tell me why. I don't understand this, Talia."
"Oh, I don't know," she moaned in exasperation. "It's just that you're the only guy I know who's mature about sex. You're the only one who can tell me about this, about why I want to do this and about what it means. Please?"
"What about the plenty of guys who'd be happy to get the two of you in bed? Why not get one of them?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"You know: all the guys my age are so young. They don't know anything about anything. All they want to do is fuck you and get their rocks off. You're the only one who talks about it. You know: talks about what it means and everything. That's why I love you, Graden."
Hearing her say my name in the same paragraph as the word "love" was like hearing a chicken whistle. She could probably hear me smile on her end of the phone.
*****
Blaine comes over on a Thursday night while I'm sitting at Talia's big dining room table with tarot cards spread out all around me. The vertical blinds are open, and the city is all spread out outside. Talia doesn't believe in anything, but she loves tarot cards and loves for me to read them for her. She looks at the cards like a little girl, turning them this way and that and biting her thumb nail and worrying as I tell her what they mean.
Blaine is wearing some ugly pajama pants with a tank top and a sweatshirt over that. She has her brown hair in a ponytail and wears a Cleveland Browns hat, but for all her casual, any-old-thing look, she's wearing lip gloss and her eye makeup is freshly done.
Blaine's a lot more sociable and extroverted than Talia, but most of that is just her saleswoman persona. She smiles a lot and still has a trace of her Texas accent, and when she likes something you've said she scrunches her nose up at you. Talia told me that once and now it haunts me: every time she does it it kind of bothers me.
It's strange, because both Talia and I know why we're here, and Blaine of course knows as well, but we can't just take our clothes off and start cluster-fucking, so Blaine has a glass of red wine and asks me about the cards while Talia finishes what she's doing in the kitchen. I tell Blaine to shuffle the cards and pick one, and the one she picks is the Nine of Cups: Satiety, an excess of pleasure.
Talia came out of the kitchen and stood behind Blaine's chair. It's a big, modern dining room set with a smoked glass table, brand new, and the chairs have high backs. Talia leaned over and put her hands under Blaine's breasts and lifted them up.
"See, Gray," she said. "Didn't I tell you she had gorgeous tits?"
Blaine gave me a naughty little leer, her eyes twinkling. "Ooh, Talia!" she said, "You don't waste any time, do you girl?" She scrunched her nose up at me and stuck her tongue out suggestively.
I was surprised at Talia's boldness. She pulled Blaine's chair out from the table, and came around and sat on the arm of the chair, half in Blaine's lap. She certainly wasn't that easy and bold with me. She rarely started anything. She was more into teasing me into doing something to her, usually something rough where I'd pull her down or press her back against a wall, but now she sat on the arm of the chair and bent over and kissed Blaine open-mouthed. I could see their tongues working against each other from where I sat at the other side of the table, slowly shuffling the cards. It was very quiet except for Blaine's little amused moans and laughs as they kissed. She knew she was being naughty and she loved it. I wondered briefly if Blaine and I were supposed to fight for Talia, if that's what this was about.
But no, it didn't look like that at all. Talia broke the kiss and then looked at me. Her fingers were playing with Blaine's ear.
"What do you say, Gray?" she asked. "Are we on?"
"Yeah, Gray," Blaine added, "Are we on?"
The vertical blinds were wide open, and you could se the buildings across the way, see all the lights of the city all the way to the horizon.
"You want to leave the blinds open?" I asked them.
"Sure," Talia said. She looked at Blaine and added, "Gray says I took this apartment because of all the windows. He says I'd like to live in a city of glass where everyone would see me. He thinks I want everyone to see me when I fuck."
"Oooh," Blaine said, raising her eyebrows, "I like that. A city of glass where everyone knows everything about everyone else."
"But nobody knows what it means," Talia said. "That's what Graden says. He says we don't know what anything means. Isn't that right, Gray?"
Blaine scrunched up her nose at me. Talia reached down and pulled up Blaine's sweatshirt and tank top in one move and lifted them up over her tits. Blaine wasn't wearing a bra, and she did have beautiful breasts just like Talia had said: fat little melons instead of Talia's scoops of ice cream. Talia lowered her head and watched me out of the corner of her eye as she licked one of Blaine's nipples and the girl hissed in pleasure.
Obviously they were putting this show on for me, and it was having an effect. Blaine put her hands up and grabbed the back of the chair behind her head, lifting her breasts up for Talia, who really started making a big show of licking and sucking them, moaning and slurping and rolling her head. Blaine kept one eye on Talia's treatment of her tits and the other one on me to see how I was taking this.
"You like to watch, Graden?" Blaine asked. "Mmmm," she said, closing her eyes with a little shudder, "Her mouth is so good. Is that all you're going to do is watch?"
Talia snaked her tongue out and start tracing circles around Blaine's big nipples, and I realized I was supposed to be shocked. Poor girls: beautiful, desirable, at the peak of their sexual ripeness, but they lived in a world of expediency, a world of diminishing expectations, with no right and wrong, nothing to rebel against. There was nothing they could do to shock the boys their own age, so they had to come to me, someone older, someone who remembered when there were good girls and bad girls.
I stood up and both of them waited to see what I would do. I went around to the other side of the table where they were, and I pulled out another chair.
"Come here, Talia," I said, and she stopped what she was doing with Blaine and walked over.
She was still wearing her after-work grubbies: sweat pants and a tee shirt. She stood in front of me like a little girl while I tugged her pants down over her hips and made her step out of them. I rolled her panties down her smooth thighs and she put one hand on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. Being naked in front of Blaine apparently didn't bother her at all.
"Arms up," I said, and Talia raised her arms over her head like a baby getting ready for a bath. I pulled her tee-shirt off and tossed it aside. She wore no bra: she was completely naked.
I sat down in the chair and pulled her over to me, made her stand there while I sucked her nipples into my mouth, first one then the other. I held her with one hand squeezing one of her buttocks, and with the other I pushed her thighs apart so I could work my finger against her. She stood there passively, not resisting. She wasn't as wet as she'd wanted me to think, but now, under the shame of being handled like this in front of Blaine, she began to lubricate.
It was my turn now to show off for Blaine. I wanted her to see how I handled Talia, how passive she was with me. Blaine watched as I sucked Talia's tits. I turned Talia around and gave her a sharp little smack on the ass. I saw Blaine's eyes widen with interest. Her shirt was still up and her nipples were starting to harden.
Both girls were passive, but that didn't surprise me, Talia was usually passive like this when I was with her, as if she were an observer to what I was doing to her. Sometimes she would even exclaim with surprise when I pushed her into some new and subservient position, murmuring "Oh Fuck!" or "Oh my God!" as if she couldn't believe I would do this to her, but she never objected. She only got hotter.
I stood up and pulled Talia over. "Sit in the chair," I said to her. "Put your legs over the arms. Blaine, get your clothes off. I'll be right back."
I went into Talia's bedroom where she kept the rope and her toys in her nightstand. I grabbed a handful of stuff along with the riding crop I used on her, and when I got back into the dining room, Blaine was standing naked next to the chair she'd been sitting in, her nipples pointing up to the corners of the ceiling. Blaine had a little strip of hair on her pussy but Talia was shaved clean. There was a twinkle of moisture visible between Blaine's thighs. With both their pussies exposed the two girls looked even younger than they were; almost juvenile. They stood there uncertainly, as if waiting to be punished.
I kicked my shoes off and came over to the table, pulled over another chair and sat down. I beckoned to Blaine and she came over, her hands clasped demurely over her naked crotch.
"You know what we do, me and Talia?" I asked her. "She tell you about it? The ropes and the whips? Is that what you want me to do with you too?"
"I don't know," she said. "I've never done that kind of stuff. I want to try though. Yeah, I guess so."
I reached out and grabbed her by the tit and pulled her over. She gasped and followed. What else could she do? Talia sat in the chair with her thighs over the legs, her pussy gaping at us. She was kind of zoned out but her chest was rising and falling as she watched me man-handle Blaine's boob. She was waiting to see what I would do with her friend.
"You guess so?" I asked. She was standing right in front of me. I pushed her thighs apart, nudging them with the handle of the crop. "You don't know what the fuck you want, do you?. Neither of you does: women, men, fucked, beaten, you have no idea. It's all the same to you."
Blaine put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as I made her spread her legs farther. "Put your hands down," I told her. "You don't touch me unless I tell you to. You understand?"
She tried to laugh, but it didn't come out right. She was too excited. I spun her around and smacked her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and pressed my finger against her asshole and she grunted with surprise and so I slapped her ass again. She had a nice, high ass, firm and meaty. She just stood there and took it.
"Get down on your knees and eat Talia," I said. "Let me see you suck her pussy. Show me what a hot lesbian slut you are. You are gay, aren't you?"
"I don't know," she said. "I think I'm bi. I haven't been with any guys lately though."
I nodded. She didn't know what the hell she was.
There's a point when you play like this where the sub has to give up control. She either does what you say or she says no and the session's over. I was ready for some resistance from Blaine, but I didn't get it. She was already into it. She liked being told what to do. She got down on the rug and put her hands on the edge of Talia's chair. Talia looked down and swept her own hair out of her face and Blaine closed her eyes and put her tongue out, leaning forward. Talia gasped when Blaine made contact with her.
"A couple of little whores," I said as Blaine began to lick Talia's cunt. "A couple of little fuck lizards who want to be bad. That's what we've got here, isn't it?"
Maybe Blaine was gay but I didn't think so. What she was into was being bad, of trying to shock me and shock herself. She stuck her tongue out against Talia's pussy and twisted her head from side to side, licking her. She sucked on Talia and Talia watched her and whined with surprise and pleasure as her wet flesh slid through her friend's lips. I don't think she believed Blaine would do it either.
"Oh God!" Talia moaned. "Oh Blaine!" She put her hands down between her thighs and cupped Blaine's cheeks, and I tapped her arm with the crop.
"Uh-uh," I said. "No touching unless I say so."
I stood up and took a piece of rope and tied Talia's wrists together, then led the rope up over the back of the chair and down to the rung between the legs, where I tied it off, lifting Talia's hands over her head. Blaine's mouth was still on Talia's pussy but her eyes watched this with excitement. I took two more pieces of rope and lashed Talia's thighs to the arms of the chair, holding her open and helpless for Blaine. I was just in time too, because Talia's thighs were starting to shake with helpless pleasure. She's very sensitive about being eaten and sometimes it's just too much for her to stand. Or maybe it was the tying that made her tremble. She was spread wide and helpless now, just the way she liked, but this time it wasn't me with a whip in front of her, it was Blaine, naked on her knees, twisting her face around in the soaking swamp of Talia's cunt and moaning and slurping with pleasure.
It was a show for my benefit, I knew that much. If I hadn't been there the two of them would probably have sat around watching TV and eating popcorn; it was all the same to them. Not that they were faking it, but I knew that what was making them excited was doing it in front of me. Two gorgeous girls at the peak of their sexual prime with no idea of what to do with themselves. They needed this old man watching them to make themselves feel so wonderfully lewd and dirty, which is what they really wanted.
Blaine lifted her face from Talia's crotch and looked back at me over her shoulder. "I thought you were going to fuck us. Will you fuck me if I make her come?"
"I'll do what I damn well please," I said, fetching her a sharp little swat on the ass with the crop. She jumped, and a bright red welt sprang up on her naked ass. It's a real shock to be hit with a whip for the first time. It's not the pain so much as it is the indignity: the idea that someone's willing to do that to you: treat you like a slave, like an animal, that they're willing to hurt you for their own amusement. "You're going to show me what a hot little bitch you are, then I'll decide what to do with you."
I got down behind Blaine and pressed my hand against the back of her neck, shoving her face into Talia's pussy and making Talia squeal with shame and excitement.
Both of them wanted me to think that they were big, perverse, bi-sexual lovers, beyond shame and beyond right and wrong. Regular swingers. But I knew Talia, and I figured I knew Blaine pretty well, and I knew that their lesbian encounters had probably been no more than the usual kinds of things girls did when boys weren't around and they wanted to feel wicked and naughty: touching each other, maybe playing with each other's tits, pretending to kiss, pretending they were getting off. Well, this was different. I wanted the real thing. I wanted to see them involved. I wanted to see just how bad they really were.
I put Blaine's hands on the arms of the chair and made her hold onto the ropes that held Talia's thighs open. "Don't you let go no matter what I do, understand? And don't stop eating her, bitch."
She grunted, not daring to lift her face from Talia's pussy. Talia was red as a beet, her face clenched shut, biting her lip. Her belly was drawn tight and quivered with every whining breath as Blaine's head worked around between her legs. This was more than she'd expected. Talia wasn't bi. She did it only to shock, but Blaine's mouth had gotten to her, and she was about to lose it in the face of her first real lesbian experience, lose it in front of me. These girls thought they were bad, but they'd only been faking it: they'd never really been involved in their games. They were involved now, and they didn't know what to do with their excitement.
"Eat her, bitch!" I hissed, taking hold of Blaine's pony tail and pulling her head tight against Talia's crotch.. Talia's head rolled against the back of the chair. Her pouty lips opened but her moan of impending release choked in her throat. I raised the crop and brought it down on Blaine's ass, and Blaine squealed into Talia's cunt. I whipped her again, then again, then I dropped the whip and ran my fingers into her soaking quim, reaching deep into her hot sheath.
Now Talia began to pant. Seeing her friend get whipped was the last bit she needed to put her over the edge. Her toes pulled tight against her feet and the big cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she tried to drive her cunt against Blaine's mouth. I let go of Blaine's hair and reached up and grabbed a hold of Talia's nipple and squeezed, adding a sweet spear of pain to her pleasure, and that did it.
I heard the familiar sobbing chant of her orgasm as she pulled against the ropes. Blaine squealed too as she felt Talia lose it into her mouth, and I grabbed Blaine's pony tail and pulled her off of Talia while Talia was still twitching.
"Get on the sofas and open your legs. Wait for me." I said to Blaine.
I pulled off my shirt and pants, stepped out of my shorts. I freed Talia's hands and left her sitting in the chair sobbing for breath, her legs still spread wide, her pussy still jumping and leaking a thin trail of juice.
The sofa faced the open window so Talia could enjoy the skyline, enjoy the view her money bought her. But now the window was like a big symbol of their secret desires revealed, and I just hoped that there were eyes and telescopes trained on that window so that all the city could see Blaine Hudson get fucked.
She was sitting on the couch, legs straight out in front of her, Talia's juice still smeared all over her face along with what remained of her carefully applied lipstick. Blaine seemed to be in a kind of trance, breathing deep, not moving. I got on my knees in front of her, took my big cock in my hand and lanced up inside of her.
"Oh! Oh my God!" she moaned, wrapping her legs and arms around me.
"Did I tell you to touch me?" I asked, flexing my cock inside of her for emphasis. "You're going to lay here like a little slut and get fucked, and that's all you're going to do. I'm not one of your little boyfriends. I'm not making love to you. I'm going to fuck you, hard and deep, and you're going to take it."
She put her legs down and grabbed onto the edge of the sofa cushions as I began to fuck her, stabbing her deep, wanting it to hurt. The little bitch wanted it that way too, and as I bruised her stuffed pussy I began to talk to her:
"You are a little whore aren't you? You love it dirty like this, love my big old man's cock inside you, all knobby and hard. Why aren't you with some of your boyfriends, Blaine? Why aren't you fucking one of them, huh? You know why? Because they don't make you feel dirty, do they? They don't make you feel like a hot little whore, and that's what you want to be, isn't it baby? A dirty little fuck slut, a filthy little whore."
She started whining as I said this, and she arched her back up off the couch, crushing her tits against me. I grabbed her round ass in both hands, got halfway up and rolled so I was sitting on the sofa, pulling her over in top of me so her knees were on the couch on either side of me.
"Bring me the whip, Talia!"
She had untied herself from the chair by now, and she came over with the riding crop. She stood there looking hurt, excluded from what we were doing, so I said, "Whip her ass. She doesn't even know how to fuck. Give her some incentive."
Blaine screamed as Talia hit her. Talia hit her a lot harder than I would have, and Blaine put her head down and started riding me fast, even though I knew it was hurting her. Talia hit her again, and again, and every time she whipped her, Blaine yelped and started pumping harder and harder on my cock.
"Oh God I can see your dick inside her pussy!" Talia said. "I can see you going in and out! Jesus is she wet! Blaine, you're soaking wet. I can see it oozing out of you!"
Blaine raised her head and uttered a strangled cry of shame and excitement. She was riding me hard, desperately, her big tits bouncing on her chest. Despite my warning she put her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin her concentration at this point. She was bathed in fuck sweat and close to her own orgasm. I slapped her ass and sucked a nipple into my mouth, then put my teeth to it.
"Everyone can see you fucking me, " I said, releasing her tit and letting it bounce against my cheek as she rode me. "Everyone from here to the lake can look up here and see what a whore you are, Blaine. You're fucking famous. You and your hot cunt. Everyone can see."
Blaine threw her head back. She froze for a moment and trembled. She groaned like she was trying to force something out, her eyes shut tight, and then she came. She came with a loud, sudden, shriek, just like Talia had said, every muscle tensed. She screamed and then she screamed again: wild, snarling wild-cat screams.
Talia saw what was happening, and without thinking she threw herself on top of us, trying somehow to be part of Blaine's orgasm. her weight forced Blaine down on top of me, and I let myself go, let myself fountain up into Blaine's clenching pussy, shooting hot and deep into her dark secret insides.
*****
Look at these girls. They live in a land of eroding expectations: resources getting scarce, jobs disappearing, the future uncertain; a nation in which there are already subtle signs of decline and a vague sense of dissolution. They live in a world where everything is negotiable, even right and wrong, where price is everything and value is nothing. And in this world they try to make their way, try to find love and comfort and what meaning and fulfillment as they can.
This is the world ruled by the Moon, and as she heaves itself clear of the tangle of rooftops on the horizon-almost full tonight--I point her out to the two naked girls.
"There she is," I say. "The moon is all mystery. She is all that you want that you don't understand; the irrational voice inside us all. That's why she rules sex and love. If you can understand what you feel when you see her in the sky, then maybe you can understand why we do the things we do; your heart and desires."
Blaine ignores what I say, pressing her naked breasts against my back. Talia leans against me and sighs.
"I never could," I say. "I'm as much a mystery to myself as the moon ever was. But I can live with that now."
With that I lie Blaine down and cover her mouth with my own. I roll onto my back and Talia squats over my erect cock and impales herself with a soft moan of greedy satisfaction, and the moon rises above the city of glass.
