Clarice has disappeared. It's been several days and I know she's around. She comes home late and goes directly to bed without speaking to me.
Late one afternoon, she calls and asks me to meet her at a restaurant. When I walk in, she's with a woman I had seen at our hangouts, spiked hair, black lipstick, studded tongue, tattooed, an array of rings running up the sides of both her ears. We eat dinner and they sit side by side, whispering and laughing, ignoring me. As we leave the restaurant, they kiss on the mouth.
We return to the house and they disappear into her bedroom. I listen to her guest moan and cry out for about an hour, then masturbate and fall asleep.
I have not seen or heard from Clarice since she entertained her friend. Urso appears at my office. Neither of us utters a word. I follow him to his pickup and we drive to the same dumpy house.
Clarice is waiting naked at the door. She takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom where Matt waits for us, sitting naked on the side of the bed.
She helps me undress and leaves me standing in the middle of the room while she plops down beside Matt. She kisses him on the mouth, a long, deep, wet kiss. He jerks his head away and pushes her face down to his crotch. She holds his flaccid penis in her hand, pulls back the foreskin and licks around the inside of the flap, sucking the head. She inhales the soft worm. Slurping and drooling, she makes a noisy fuss over his dick until it grows so large she can barely keep her mouth around it.
Matt beckons Urso. Without warning and with great violence Urso mashes her face down into the crotch, holding it there with the giant cock in her mouth. Matt grabs her hair with one hand, holding her head steady as he fucks her mouth with the same violence he fucked Urso's asshole in the video. White fluid and saliva leaks from around her lips and she emits smothered little sobbing noises. Matt's eyes roll back in his head and he moans loudly as he bucks and thrusts forward with his hips. She chokes and retches, white fluid oozing out of her tightly stretched lips and spraying out her nose.
Urso holds her head down on the dick until Matt flops back onto the bed. Clarice comes up for breath wearing a long, white beard of Matt's excretion, some of it dripping from her chin, streaks of it hanging from her nose like white snot.
Matt slaps her. "Now get me up again, you skinny skank, I want to fill your ugly cunt."
Clarice moves her hands to masturbate but Urso grabs them, pinning them behind her like levers. He jerks her to her knees and compels her face into Matt's crotch by raising her arms up behind her back. She engulfs the flaccid penis, sucking it in. As the cock grows in her mouth she coughs and gags, but Matt mashes her head down so the whole thing disappears, swallowed up, her lips flush with the base. He holds her head down with her face buried in his groin and rocks his hips while she snorts and gurgles, froth bubbling from her nose and escaping from between her lips and the engorged penis. He signals to Urso.
Holding both her hands in one of his meaty paws with her arms straight out behind her, with the other Urso grabs a fistful of hair on top of her head and hauls her straight up. The erect penis slowly materializes from her drooling mouth in its full glory, curved to the side like a fat, blue-veined scimitar.
Matt grabs her bruised tits with both hands to keep her from falling backward while Urso raises her up off the floor by her hair and arms and she struggles to place her feet firmly on either side of Matt's thighs.
Tears run down her cheeks as Urso squats her over Matt's swollen member. Still using her arms, he forces her down so that the cock rams her vagina. She gasps and lets out a scream. With her arms as lever, alternately yanking her up by her hair and mashing her down with the flat of his hand, he forces her to hump the full extension of Matt's cock which drags her vaginal lips like a tight washer around a piston.
Eventually she moves on her own and Urso releases her hands to Matt's shoulders for support. She rides his motionless form, moving up the length of the thing until the drooling head appears while she rubs it with her vaginal lips, moaning, then takes the full length of the cock in a single rapid movement, screeching as if in pain, then sighing as she rests against his lap with the thing buried to the hilt, grinding her hips before again moving slowly up the length of it.
Finally Matt pushes her down onto his lap and holds her there, thrusting his hips forward and pressing his thighs against her with his cock buried. He moans and throws his head back as sperm spills out and runs down her legs.
Matt hollers "Get off me, you ugly bitch," pushing her onto the bed face down where he smacks her ass several times, leaving red hand marks. "Get away, bitch," he yells, pushing her off the bed.
Urso drags her across the floor by her hair, hauling her up by her hair onto the sofa as she flails and screams. Matt's semen coats her mouth and nose and chin, her tears diluting the glue into a watery milk.
Matt whispers to Urso, all the time looking at me. Urso strides to where I stand. He locks my wrists in his iron grip and yanks me over to Clarice. "Clean her up," he says, pushing me down to my knees with my face in her crotch. "Lap it up, sissy," growling the words.
I taste Matt's viscous, warm excretion in her vagina salty on my tongue. When Urso decides I've cleaned enough he raises me up as he had done Clarice, forcing me to my feet with my arms behind my back, running me over to Matt, my feet hardly touching the floor, and shoving me to my knees.
Matt mashes my face into his crotch. I smell vaginal fluid and sperm as I engulf his flaccid dick into my mouth, sucking it in while Urso stretches my arms up behind me.
Matt's dick grows slowly. I taste the bitter lubricant seeping from the giant round head as it begins to throb, filling my mouth.
Urso pulls me up by my arms and turns me around. He pushes my head into his own crotch while Matt takes his time reaming his dick into my asshole. I want to scream with the excruciating pain but my mouth is filled with Urso's erection.
Matt pulls me back hard so I sit fully on his dick, then pushes me forward while Urso pulls me down by my hair, all the time pressing my face in his crotch. On my knees, Urso fucks my mouth and Matt fucks my asshole.
Urso comes first, holding my mouth down on his cock as he shoots his load. I gag some of it, some of it runs out my nose. When he finishes he turns my head towards Clarice, sitting on the sofa masturbating and screaming more like a wounded jay than a sparrow. She stares transfixed at my spunk-coated face.
Clarice's pitch jumps up an octave as Matt fucks my ass harder and faster. When he rears back and ejaculates a hot load that shoots out around my anus and streams down my legs, she screams so loud I think the neighbors will call the police. Her face turns red and she shoves her fist up into her vagina, thrusting with her hips, ass in the air, finally collapsing like a whimpering rag doll.
Matt opens the front door. Urso grabs us both by our hair, one in each hand, and drags us across the floor, ejecting us to the street naked.
Matt throws our clothes and belongings after us. "Beat it," he says. "Come back when you're ready for another feeding," slamming the door. Clarice sits stunned on the sidewalk. I stand farting Matt's jism as if from an enema.
We dress in Clarice's car and drive home. We sleep together on my bed, clinging to one another like survivors of a shipwreck adrift on scraps of wreckage.
I dream with crystal clarity. I am a child, eating sand from around the base of an arbor trained grapevine growing on our patio, then eating the hard, greenish pellets off the vine. The tiny unripe grapes burst with a sharp jab, leaving behind an ache in my jaw. I like the combination of acid and grit.
I wake up and she is gone. I find her note on the kitchen counter.
"I'll send movers for my stuff. Don't try to contact me. I can't live with a sissy."
Jim Chaffee is an old guy who writes about what he knows: sex, violence, mathematics and dumbasses. His first science fiction pieces were proposals to the Air Force. These days he tries to be in Brazil. He has finished what seems to be a crime novel, São Paulo Blues, which pisses off a lot of people who read it. He began a publishing company The Drill Presss where you can find out about the book. It also publishes three online journals in English and one in Portuguese edited in Brazil. We seek writers and readers.