THE PRIVATE PARTY

24

             “Have you ever witnessed violence?” he says.

            You shake your head. “I’ve seen some fights, in bars and clubs. Just pushing and slapping mostly. One I saw I guy get really decked and it made me feel sick to my stomach. His head hit the floor.”

            “Exactly. It made you feel sick, which is how it should make everyone feel.”

            “But still, I imagine if you, if someone had hurt someone you love, it could feel good to hurt them back.”

            “Yes, in part it does.”

            “So you are sure you are not proud?”

            “I don’t know,” he says. “ Yes. Of course I am proud.”

            You pull on a tuft of his thick curly hair and you want to kiss him again. You want his cock hard again. You slide your palm up and down the shaft. You say, “Is this man... alive?”

            “Oh yes. He is alive. Unfortunately he is now in a wheelchair. Snd he only sees out of one eye. He was quite badly injured.”

            “And you did that to him?”

            “I told you I am not proud. And it was a long time ago.”

            “Wow. So you almost killed him.”

            “I am very lucky that I didn’t.”

            There is a tingle now in your belly and your pussy. You can’t believe that this story has excited you, for it is a disgusting story, and now you are disgusting, because you are excited by it. You move your hand up his cock, to just underneath the head, and with your thumb you massage the spot at the base of the head. Your hand and his skin are sttill sticky, and your thumb glides in tiny circles, pressing slightly harder now.

            Slowly, he stiffens in your hand, and then very quickly is hard to bursting again. You slide down, take the springy shaft in your mouth. It is salty and tastes of you. His head is at your crotch now, and he grabs your hips, pulls you towards him, plunges his tongue into you.

            You lap at each other a little like this for a while, gently and concentrating. You are soft with his cock because you know it is tender after so much fucking, You make swirls around the tip and sides with your tongue. His tongue is licking you just where you need to be licked, but you can’t concentrate on that enough to be aroused; you are focused on this cock in your mouth, on fitting it in there and letting it out again.

            Then you shift positions and you lie back. He lies on top of you and pushed his penis into you slowly. You are tender too, and it fills you almost to the point of discomfort. You want to open yourself wider, to take it deeper into you than you have ever taken it, to suck it in to the darkness that is exciting you so horrifyingly.

            As he thrusts, slowly, with his pelvis pushing up against yours in a way that you know is going to work for you, you feel desire so intense you know you are going to orgasm, just from this. And so is he.

            As you feel him getting close you say, “Yes, inside me,” and he does, he grunts, you feel his cock leaping and shooting inside you, and your orgasm comes with it, wet and long.     

            “My god,” you say, when you are both quiet and sleepy again. “I’m sick. I’m turned on by the idea... the idea of you being violent.”