SNUFF (h.s.)

Chapter 10

Rigor Mortis

He was fucking her with haste because Sergio would be here soon. He had a half-open mouth and a smug that looked like he was smelling sludgy garbage. The truth is he was trying to hold the cigarillo between his fierce teeth.

He gripped her ass as it was coming back and forth in front of him – as round as a marked heart on a tree from a couple of kids. Volare! Such an ass could only have this one and only shape. But don't be fooled, it wasn't a heart anyone can imagine, it had the shape of his crooked own. He could engrave on each duff his initials. The ashes fell on her back itching her. She cursed and he moved his hand to wipe it the way someone does when a fly bothers them. For fuck's sake, it'd be a miracle if he managed to smoke something out of this shit!

He felt his hair queue untying, he gasped and groaned, he smelled his sweat and the cream he put on his body making him remember the days some housewife in the neighborhood cooked during the quiet hours of the high noon. If he didn't cum soon, Sergio would walk in to show him how it's done. He could perhaps listen to him wandering in the house but the view was too good to stop. He fucked her with awkward hands, her ass was flushed from his mean grip. He would soon see his dick catch on fire from the endless to and fro.

Nora didn't mind fucking him in the art studio he had at Sergio's place. It's not like they transmitted themselves across the universe neither did someone bother them. Harry pressed her head on the mattress and she sighed the moment she smelled that subtle mildew a bed has after a long time of being inside a frowsty room. Harry didn't take much care of his art studio – he was either painting or fucking. But there would come a time when it'd be necessary to change the mattress since the smell wasn't going anywhere despite the expensive shit they put on. Her breasts were pressed on the gritty lines stimulating her.

He chortled with a sardonic smirk. He took a farewell look at the ass he adored fucking and turned towards the mirror as he bent to kiss her skin staring at himself. Beware, for this is the dying espousal to Roseville! He was certain that there would be no other time for them to fuck with the view of this town. He was convinced that if he left, he'd never come back. Unless someone blew his head off right here, some motherfucker let's say like Sergio. Then this town would become his sepulcher. He turned her around and laid on her place.

"Give me some lovin', Doc", he put his hand on her mouth and rubbed her lips with his fingertips as he let her puff the cigarillo. Her cheeks were sucked in her face like a siren's. She leaned over him throwing her hair around his face, he was lost from this world.

"I don't like fucking you here"

"Well... if you don't like it, I'll fuck someone else", Harry laughed and tied his hair.

"Fuck any prick you take a shine to", he took the tobacco pouch from his old blue-jeans and made himself comfortable, "As long as you fuck me too", she fixed the golden chain around her waist and crossed her arm around his shoulders.

"If you stay and watch me shooting...", one of the most constant dreams she had was Harry rolling a cigarette. It was her favorite thing. He was rolling it the old cowboy way who had come from the Far West. He first opened the tobacco pouch and chipped the shag with his fingertips, he then took out of a hidden pocket a thick cig paper and didn't use filters. He rolled the cig paper until the curly shag fitted all in like Lucky Luke's does. He licked it and lit it with skillful hands.

Nora smoked Harry's cheap smokes and Sergio's lavish cigars. When a roll-up was ready, she'd put it in his mouth, scratch the match on her leather belt and the erotic flame would burst.