Little Cat (4 page)

‘Holy fuck. Who raised this guy?’

‘He was the kind of guy who never said what he meant.’

‘But he’d hit you before, hadn’t he?’

‘No … No, he only did that once, the last time. Fuck, I don’t want to tell you any more.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you hate him. It’s clear. And I get it. But, I mean, you don’t know how I felt … ’

‘Why do girls like you always go for the guys who treat you like shit?’

‘I couldn’t help it.’

‘Because you were “in love” with him, right?’

‘Please. Stop.’

‘Why are you shaking?’

‘I didn’t tell you what he did with the pictures.’

‘Let me guess. He blackmailed you.’

‘Blindfolded.’

‘Brilliant!’

‘I started to hallucinate. It was like the space under my eyes got white. It was like being outside, like a river was rushing close by and I felt something squirming up against my back, as if I was lying in the gunk of the earth. The ropes were still burning my gut but I felt something cold and curling, like it was trying to get up under me. Like it wanted food. Like a million tiny snakes were moving toward my thighs. It got sharp there, underneath me, like their mouths were open, like all their tiny teeth were starting to bite me and it was all focused at my cunt. They wanted the skin and juice of me. I was arching my back, trying to shake the pain off my skin, but I was squeezing my thighs, squeezing inside, trying to not let them go in, but I kept getting wetter and wetter, they were slipping inside me, the million tiny snakes … I was going to come. I was on the verge of the biggest come of my life. ‘

‘And what happened?’

‘I heard stomping downstairs. It broke me. I mean, I couldn’t see. And there were people downstairs banging at my door! A bunch of them pounding up the flight of stairs, my front door was fucking open and I heard them running down my hallway and there I was, I was blindfolded, tied up, flat on the floor, squeezing my thighs – god, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it!’

‘Hey, you’re okay now. You’ve already said the worst.’

‘No no no! I haven’t! He was laughing, they were all laughing at me like that. There were at least four guys in my room. I heard him coming over to me. He was whispering to the other ones, watching me there. I was cold everywhere, I wanted it to stop.’

‘Why didn’t you just say that?’

‘Because I was too in it. Can’t you see that I was in it?’

‘In what? I don’t fucking understand.’

‘The guy stroked my hair. I thought it was his fingers. I couldn’t see. He pressed into my cheeks, my lips, my whole face, and he said,
I brought them back for you
. Here she is.’

‘That’s creepy. Didn’t you think that was creepy?’

‘The men were breathing around me. I couldn’t help it. My body was leaking open through the spaces in the rope. I knew they were all looking at me. My pussy was growing between my crushed legs … Men’s breathing rushed at me, it was stuffy and sweaty, filling up the room. They were crouching around me, I could feel them coming in for me, and they started touching me, their heads and hands leaning in. They first started pinching my tits. They said,
Look, she’s moving her hips!
I knew that they were all going to do it to me. They kept pinching me and laughing,
Look, she wants it
. And I felt a cock press between my thighs. I knew it wasn’t his. And he told the rest of them,
Hold her legs up in the air!
I got stretched from underneath. It was like I had wings coming out from my pussy or something. My whole stomach started throbbing through the rope. I knew those men saw everything about me right then … ’

‘Wait. Wait. You really liked it?’

‘I felt like the one I loved, I mean, he was there too, he was directing it with all those others. I was opened for him. I didn’t know if he was turned on or turned off. I didn’t know if he liked me like that or hated me: tied, wet and eyeless, in front of those guys … I wanted to know how far it would go in front of him.’

‘Man … ’

‘They were holding my legs up in the air. Cocks poked underneath me, guys grunted,
Look, she loves it, look at her go, her hips are so wild, look at her now!
I was getting fucked and this cock dropped into my mouth and I sucked and they kept on, they kept on, pressing my ass and pressing my cunt and one of their bodies slid underneath me and one went on top and they both drove up me and I felt them inside me. I didn’t know which part was in and which part was out. I was the centre for all of them fucking. Over and over each time it felt better, each time it got worse. I knew this was it. Getting fucked by so many, being seen, being known … ’

‘You really liked it. That’s incredible.’

‘Yeah. And then, I mean, I was ready for it to stop. I remember how I opened more to try to stop it, and it felt like my heart was rushing too hard. My stomach started bubbling. I thought I was going to shit or piss. Something started filling the backs of my eyes, my ass was my cunt and my cunt was my ass. It was like I was tied to a stick in the ground. I was tied to a stick as they punched holes in this earth!’

‘God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s okay. Look, I’m sorry. Let’s get up.’

‘No. You don’t get it. It just makes me see that sex is always like this!’

‘But you said you loved that guy!’

‘I did!’

‘Come on, don’t cry. Please.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Why did you stay there? Why didn’t you leave?’

‘Have you ever loved someone who didn’t love you back?’

‘No. I don’t know, maybe I have … ’

‘Talking about him makes me … ’

‘Look, let’s stop talking about it. Let’s get up. I should go now.’

‘It doesn’t matter who fucks me! You or him or all of them! I know that guys think they fuck me, but guys who think they fuck me think they know what they’re doing when they don’t, they really don’t! The morning beside them always stinks. It’s that stink of men in their sleep and all I want to do is get out of their bed.’

‘But … ’

‘I don’t want to see myself in the morning. Looking down between my legs. I know there’s stuff dripping out from me, even in the morning, my cunt is still wet. I don’t know why my cunt is still wet! I mean, I know what’s happened in the middle of the night, I know what happened with all those men. But my body awake, in the morning, it’s like it’s bloated from the feelings. I am heavy and wet and my body wants to fuck again. It’s never enough! It’s like my cunt has taken in all the thoughts I didn’t speak. It’s like it has drowned all my need in itself! Don’t you see what I am saying?’

‘No. No. I have to go … ’

‘The only thing I feel after sex is: this is how I have to fuck.’

‘I’ve got to go. I’ve really got to go now.’

‘No! No, you can’t go. Don’t go now! One more time. Please. Come on.’

‘I don’t know, after that story, I mean, I can’t.’

‘Please.’
Why do girls always say
please
?

The girl was licking her thumb. Both of us were sweating, a cold kind of sweat. She started rubbing her lips in circular motions on my cheek. Her saliva was burning. She was making my face wet like hers.

Then she wrapped her thighs around me. She took both my hands and put them on her breasts.
Please
, she moaned again, really sexy this time, like there was something in her throat. She was making me feel like I was being let out of a cage. My fingers were twisting her nipples, my mouth was on her neck. I felt how her hips were churning like a motor, it was making me hard. She was using her wet fingers to rub between her thighs.

Fuck me
, she mouthed.

And then she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Her ass was toward my face. She looked like an animal. I saw her ass and pussy spreading. This blaze went ripping through my groin.

‘C’mon, fuck, fuck, please!’

Her voice was matching the jerks of her rear. I could see all those guys doing it to her. I didn’t want to be like them. I could see how she still wanted that shit that she loved. I wanted to fuck it out of her. That man was an abuser. An abusive fucking beast! I got up behind her. I was kneading her ass cheeks. She was moaning like something inside her was going to crack, she was moaning like she knew what I was thinking.

MAN NO. 3

I
’d been watching her dance. Loved her ass shaking. The way she looked down at her feet, shook her hips and got into herself. She made me get up and want to dance too.

So I made my way close and when she sensed me right near her, I was surprised for a second – she stared straight at me. Her eyes looked like they were going to cut through my face. But then she smiled. It softened her eyes.

She looked down again and danced closer with me. She started pressing herself into me, reaching out her arms. She was wearing a tight little skirt. She let me feel around her waist and then down, until I was holding her ass. I loved this girl’s ass. She let me feel how it could move.

Then she snaked her arms up to my shoulders, I thought it was to hug me, but she just pulled my face down close to her
and whispered, ‘I want you to come to my place tonight.’ It was exactly like that, so easy, no problem.

When we got to her place, though, there were a few moments where we just stood in her living room not talking or touching. She lit a candle and bent down really provocatively, on purpose, to pick books and takeout containers off the couch that looked all stained with coffee marks or something.

In this strange kind of childish voice she said, ‘So … what do you want to do?’

I knew she knew what I wanted to do! It had all been so clear back at the bar. She was playing around with me. I just wanted to have everything go smoothly.

‘I like the way you were dancing back there,’ I said, trying to make her feel good.

‘At the bar? Oh, thanks.’

‘How about I see you dance some more?’

‘Here? I don’t know, come on … ’

I couldn’t believe she was acting so innocent all of a sudden. Like she didn’t have it in her. She’d been so hot with me at the bar, it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes ago!

‘Come on, baby, let me watch you move some more.’ I sat down on the dirty couch and pushed the small coffee table over to one side. ‘Dance for me.’

The girl looked down toward the floor. She was wearing these high-heeled shoes that made her feet look naked. Her hair was swinging in front of her eyes. She started moving her hips side to side, then laughing.

‘I can’t,’ she said.

‘Come on, you can, baby, that looks really good.’

I think I gave her some confidence for it. Because then she lifted her leg up and put one heel down on the table. Her legs looked strong in that position, both calves bulging out, her foot arched so high. She started rubbing her hand along her open inner thigh almost up to her pussy, stretching the edge of her skirt with two fingers so I couldn’t see her panties. She put her other hand on the back of her ass and started rocking back and forth between her palms, one near her pussy, one on her ass.

‘I can’t dance without music!’ she complained.

‘Yeah you can, baby. You’re doing fine.’

I was getting hard. I loved the silence and watching her grind. She didn’t know how sexy she looked.

Then she raised her leg off the table and stretched it out straight, trying to point her toe. All the muscles in her leg hardened. When she put her heel back down on the floor, she started dancing toward me. She turned around and showed me her ass. It looked so high in her skirt. She put both her hands on her ass cheeks and started splitting them open, pressing them closed, making the fabric of her skirt stretch to the limit. Then she bent herself in half, putting her fingertips on the floor. Her ass raised open even higher. Those heels made her legs look so firm and stretched. She started inching her skirt up over one side of her ass.

‘More?’ she asked, looking under her open legs at me.

‘Yeah, baby, it’s sexy, come closer … ’

She teetered her way back a bit, shaking her ass in tiny movements. Now she was laughing. The blood rushed to her face. I reached my hands up and forced her skirt over her ass in one yank. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Jesus Christ. Her naked ass was right there. I saw her inner thighs shining.

‘I don’t like wearing underwear,’ she said quickly.

My cock was huge, pressing at my pants. I reached down and unzipped myself. Then I helped the girl move even closer to me, until both her calves were steadied against the edge of the couch. She reached her arms through her legs and grabbed for my hard cock. Her hands clasped around my shaft, stroking up and down, while I was trying to bring her closer to my face. I kept trying to split her ass cheeks open wider so I could make out her dark little butt hole, flickering in the candlelight. I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable, all of a sudden, being that stretched open overtop of me. She knew how closely I was looking at her pussy and ass. She started squirming in my hands. She was moaning now, trying to get away. But I knew it was turning her on that I wouldn’t let her move from that position. She wasn’t making sense, mumbling, ‘I … I … want to try … God, yes, that feels, I want to try I want to … ’

She started pumping her knees up and down in excitement and her ass kept almost touching my face. On one of her down motions I let my finger move into her crack. She liked that, gasping, and she started moving down more slowly so that I could rub right on her asshole. It twitched when I got it.

Nasty girl, she likes it up her ass! With an ass like this, I’m sure she takes it.

‘God, that feels good, god, god, it’s good … ’

Her whole body was getting hotter each time I got it and poked her hole. She started to let my finger inside her ass. Little by little, I was trying to pull her down to me, my finger getting hugged by her asshole. I wanted her to sit right down like that on my cock.

‘Come here, baby.’

The girl let go of my cock to try to rip off my pants and she got them down to my knees and that was enough, God, I wanted to fuck her wiggling ass! I’d only done it once before and that girl didn’t like it, but this one wanted it, I could tell, I knew she did, the way she was moving herself. I wanted to feel how big her clit got when I was up her …

‘Come on down, baby, sit down,’ I said, straining.

She wasn’t letting me pull her down, she kept opening and closing her ass cheeks, moaning and struggling with me. I didn’t know if she was doing that on purpose, delaying or what, so I gripped her flesh harder. ‘Come on come closer come closer … ’

‘I’ve only done it once before,’ she said, breathing hard. ‘You’ve got to stop if I say so, okay?’

‘Of course, baby, of course I will. I don’t want to hurt you.’

She handed me a condom from somewhere. I have no idea where. I put it on as fast as I could, I was serious, this was fucking amazing. I got it on just in time, it was all happening so fast, her ass going down on the head of my prick, I watched her cheeks split, her hole start to open, second by second, the head of my dick going in her, so tight, down on my dick, her asshole alive.

‘It’s good, it’s okay, it’s good, it’s okay,’ she was saying.

The juice from her pussy was coating my balls as she sat her weight down, and she started bouncing up and down, up and down on my lap, rocking back and forth. Her voice got gruffer than I’d ever heard a girl’s: ‘Fuck I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come.’

Holding down the sides of her ass hard on my prick, pumping up – it felt so good. I banged my head on the top of the couch. My prick was throbbing and everything got tighter in her ass. It was a trigger, her coming. My dick shot up into her ass spasm. We both screamed. Yes, fuck, yes! Fucking hell yes, I came in a girl’s ass!

When I eased her up off me she yelled like she was hurt.

‘What? What is it? Are you okay?’

I thought she was in pain but she started laughing. She couldn’t stop. Her voice got high and then low. ‘I feel like I’m flying. I feel like I’m flying!’

I watched her crumple down on the floor in front of my feet. Her back was shaking. I couldn’t tell if she was still laughing or if she was crying.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked. I wanted the lights to go on.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay. I needed that. Thank you.’

She was talking into her hands. Thanking me! Man. But she didn’t move from the floor. I had to wipe off my dick. I wanted to get up, get it clean and go home. I would think about her all night. I’d think about this for a long time. Maybe I’d get to do it with this girl again.