Sissy Godiva (9 page)

“Man, you’re big!” I gasped, my mouth open, my eyes wide as I looked down at the monster.
His hand went directly for my organ, fondling and rubbing it, jerking me.
“Honey, you’re not bad either,” he cooed.
I moved, pulling my hardening cock away from his hand. “I just came, I can’t cum again.”
“So what,” he sighed. “Be like Pips. Let me jerk you off, over and over and over.” And he was doing just that. I began to rock back and forth with the movement as he jerked my hard cock. I felt a sudden weight and I looked down. His massive cock was on top of mine and he was holding them both, as if they were one.
We rocked together, our breaths on each other’s faces, my hands on his shoulders, my pants around my feet. I moved with him as his mouth fell onto mine and we kissed and licked each other’s tongues. I ejaculated and felt him gush onto me. Our two dicks seemed married, spewing out as one, our separate ejaculations creating a sacred bond between us.
Oh God, I loved this giddy, blind feeling.
We opened our eyes. He smiled shyly and I smiled, too, but he pushed himself off me as I bent down to pick up my pants. I should have stayed standing up. He moved quickly and I felt his cock burrowing into my anus—if I wasn’t such a resistant virgin his cock would have pushed into me.
“Man, you’re tight,” he said. “What a whoring pussy.” He pushed against me again.
“No!” I yelped, shoving at him. “No, please don’t.” I turned this way and that, trying to get him off me.
“But you want it,” he breathed. “I know you do.”
He pushed me down and shoved his penis against me again. I was sure he was going to penetrate me when I heard Tonya calling, “Daddy, you naughty boy. What are you doing to poor little Vinnie?”
I looked up at Daddy, trying to hold him off me. If I wasn’t so tight I’m sure that he would have succeeded, and I knew it would have hurt. But I pushed him away and pulled my pants up, running out of the bathroom. Tonya and Sissy were holding each other and staring wickedly at me.
“You almost got fucked, sweetie,” Tonya said as I raced into the room. “Daddy doesn’t fuck just anybody, honey, you’re special. A pity we interrupted you.”
They were staring at me and I felt disgusted with myself.
“Shit, you’re all crazy!”
In the ass, eh? Would I have given in to that? And his prick, man, that would tear me apart! I wouldn’t have been able to stand or walk for weeks, if not months, after that!
I sat on the ratty couch.
Was I a faggot or wasn’t I? I was nothing like them. I didn’t get dressed up, pretending I was a girl, I didn’t giggle or lisp or flutter my eyelashes, but I was willing to take it up the ass, bent over fearfully but eagerly, too. And I’d been kissing him back, the assfucker!
I looked up when Sissy and Tonya squealed. Daddy was chasing them, and looking pissed. Sissy saw me looking dejected.
“Oh, baby,” she cooed, rushing up to me, “what’s the matter?” But Tonya was behind her, blocking Daddy.
“Get him outta here!” Tonya screeched. “Daddy wants to fuck him!”
Daddy had his huge dick in his hand and was coming straight at me.
“I wanna fuck the little virgin,” he said. “She’s ripe for my dick.
That
I can give her, that’s for sure,” and he reached for me. I jumped up and got out of his way as he lunged after me, his monster dick in his hand.
“Easy, Daddy,” Tonya pleaded, holding him in check. She shouted to Sissy, “Get him the fuck outta here, now!
Hurry up!
”
She blocked Daddy again.
“I’m going to fuck that little pussy,” he shouted, waving his big dick. “Up your ass, you pussy!”
But by then I’d bolted out the front door and was running, trying to get as far away as I could.
Sissy was running right behind me, her halter top off but her yellow leggings and shoes on.
“Wait up!” she called, trying to get her top back on as she ran. Her bare chest elicited a few incredulous looks—
is that a flat-chested girl or a faggoty boy?—
as she ran up the street. “Slow down, slow down!” she shouted.
I stopped, turning to her.
“Jesus, what’s your hurry?” She’d gotten her halter top over her shoulders and was patting her messed-up hair.
“Can we go?” I pleaded. I just wanted to get off that wicked, ass-fucking block. She looked behind her.
“He’s not coming after you,” she said as she turned back to me. “He ain’t gonna get you,” she said, but I was certain I saw a smirk on her lips. “So you got a little fuck in the ass, what’s the big deal?”
I was disgusted. “Oh, fuck you!” I turned onto 5
^th
Avenue and began walking downtown. The wide avenue was a welcome relief from the cramped block and my mood. I slowed my pace and she caught up to me.
“Your Big Daddy’s sick,” I said. “A sick, sick jerk.”
She shrugged. “He ain’t
my
Big Daddy. Anyway, he must have thought you wanted it.” She took my hand. “Didn’t you?”
I glared at her, my teeth clenched. “No, I didn’t it want it. Why’d you bring me to that faggot place? I’m not a sick faggot, like you are.”
She snorted. “Excuse me? You’re not?” She stopped and stamped her foot. “I was certain that you were. Now, how could I think that?”
I glared at her. “Go to hell, you bitch!” I ripped my arm away from her, turned off 5
^th
Avenue and hurried down 8
^th
Street.
Bitch is exactly right! Goddamned, stinking bitch!
I headed for St. Marks Place, passing the bookstores, record shops, and head shops with their pipes and druggie goods, leaving Sissy behind me.
Stupid drug addicts.
I was standing on 1
^st
Avenue thinking about Sissy when I suddenly jerked awake. Kid Paulie was looking right at me, smiling cruelly.
“Hey, motherfucker,” he grunted. “Where’s your cocksucking bitch girlfriend? She’s gonna get my dick in that nogood, ugly mouth of hers.”
I took a step back from him. His face was pockmarked, and it made him look scary.
“How do I know?” I stuttered. “She ain’t no girlfriend of mine.”
“Oh no, you pussy? Then why was you at her place so often?”
I shrugged. “Knew her from school, that’s all.”
He glared at me. “You’re gonna suck my dick, too, you faggot.” I took another step back. “Hey, where you going? Get back here, you motherfucking cocksucker!”
But I was gone, running down 1
^st
Avenue, past the diner where Sissy’s mother worked and turning back to see if Paulie was coming after me. He wasn’t. I darted into my building and let out a deep breath.

I’m surrounded by crazy people! Lunatics who just want to fuck me in the ass or knock my teeth out. Pathetic losers is what they all are, a bunch of whackos.

I raced up the dim stairs. Mom was home as usual on Sunday. She was watching some silly comedy on TV; I heard her chuckling as I opened the door. It had been almost a year since the fire, all my naked heroism long forgotten. Though once in a while a neighbor mentioned my carrying Sissy out, and winked at me knowingly. I tried to ignore them, shaking my head at the sexual innuendos.
Assholes,
I cursed.
But was I one, too? A fairy? A queer, a faggot?
In the past few days I’d been hanging around Sissy. In a way, we were one, two birds of a feather, you might say. Still, we didn’t do anything sexual!
Can’t they understand that? Yeah. Who was I trying to kid?

I nodded to Mom and she chuckled and waved back, watching her show. I shut my door, dropped my pants and sat in my chair in front of the mirror, gripping my dick. A few easy strokes and my anger engorged along with my cock. I mumbled curses as I jerked faster and faster.

“Bitch, cunt, whore!” I spat out. But who was I
really
cursing? These vile, pretend females who were no better than prostitutes? But I looked up suddenly, and there was Mom standing in my doorway.
How had I not heard her open my door?
Mom just shook her head, then turned and walked away as my semen kept spilling out.

I got myself together and went back into the living room, red-faced. Mom was watching some asinine program again, eating potato chips. She didn’t say anything, but she bit viciously into each chip, chewed it like she wanted to destroy it.

“I’m gonna go out,” I said, shamefaced as she bit into another chip.
Crunch!
“Uh-huh, you do that. Say hello to your… what’s her name,
Pissy?
”
Crunch!
Okay, Mom was being snide. I looked at her. “Mom, I’m sorry, really sorry,” I said, my head bowed.
Crunch! Crunch!
She said nothing as I turned and went out, shutting the door behind me. The landlord had finally gotten a certificate of occupancy on his lousy rehabbing of poor Pips’ apartment. I looked at the apartment door. Most likely a new tenant would be coming in very shortly. With my luck it would be some snotty, nosy kids who’d always be in my way. “Shit!” I spat at the new door and descended the stairs.
But the day was almost gone. Sundays always seem to rush by and you never knew where they went. You went outside for a few hours and you suddenly wondered where the hell the day had gone.
I wandered over to Tompkins Square Park, passing the old Ukrainian men on 7
^th
Street. They just sat and talked all day, always commenting on people and laughing smugly. How did they have the gall to laugh at everyone? I heard girls laughing and shouting behind me. I turned around and saw Sissy Godiva and big-titted Tonya. Sissy was wearing her purple halter top and yellow leggings, while Tonya strutted next to her in pants and a tight turtleneck, both the color of her skin. Man, that was a real eye-opener—she looked just like she was walking through the park naked. My eyes felt like they were bulging out, just like the other men watching her, and my dick stood at attention. I gave myself a squeeze. The two girls looked my way but decided to ignore me—there were dozens of people around. They just giggled and bustled along the path. Catcalls echoed after them as they turned onto Avenue B, then made their way along 7
^th
Street toward Avenue C.
I rubbed myself again. It was good that I’d jerked off at home, even if Mom had caught me. I went after the girls. They passed Spanish men sipping beer out of cans and making lewd comments, just like the Ukrainian men. They wanted to fuck the shit out of the big-breasted naked woman. As Sissy and Tonya turned onto Avenue C, the catcalls died out, though the sex-filled chatter went on.
They made it to 2
^nd
Street and stopped a few doors down from Sissy’s place. They were still gossiping and holding hands, now and then glancing at Kid Paulie, who was sitting on the stoop as if waiting for them. Paulie was staring at Tonya and rubbing his crotch, aroused at the naked-seeming beauty.
Tonya and Sissy air kissed and parted. Sissy smiled and waved as Tonya made her way up the street toward the Avenue D housing projects. Kid Paulie jumped up and went after the massive-breasted Tonya.
I crossed the street and came up to Sissy. “Hey, I’m sorry. I really am,” I said, looking down.
Sissy smirked and shook her head. “Oh, forget it. Did you see what just happened?” she asked, grinning at me. “He took the bait. Now we’re gonna reel him in. Oh, boy, what a jerk he is!” She laughed and wiped her eyes, smudging her makeup. The smears somehow made her seem that much more erotic. I instantly had a hard-on.
“What are you talking about? What bait?”
She smiled cunningly and stepped up next to me. What could I do but put an arm about her shoulders?
“Those big tits of hers was the bait, I knew he’d go after them. All you guys are like that, you see some bitch’s knockers and you drop everything, going after the bimbo. That is, until you find out what a big dick the bimbo has in store for you!”
Sissy laughed, then suddenly froze as a middle-aged woman holding a belt ran out of the building and past us. “Holy shit, this is
great!
It’s
fantastic!
She’s just as much of an asshole as he is.” She laughed again. “This is just awesome! C’mon, let’s go, I gotta see what happens.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I went after her. She told me the plan they’d cooked up. Kid Paulie was getting more brazen and cruder each day. He’d gone from commenting to pawing her, as if she were his. She’d tried to shove him off, but he kept grabbing at her ass and little tits. Sissy knew that sooner or later he’d catch her and make her give him a blowjob, and then he’d rape her. And he’d hit her and brutalize her. No way did she want ugly Kid Paulie to touch her. She hawked and spat.
“So that was when I had this idea,” she said. Tonya would lure him in. He was attracted to Tonya and instantly took the bait. “Oh boy, oh boy,” she grinned as we followed the woman through the projects, presuming that Kid Paulie and Tonya were farther up ahead.
“But who’s the woman? What does she have to do with him?”
“Don’t you recognize her? That’s his mother. She’s gonna kick his ass, that’s for sure.”
Made sense, I knew. He was going to get it sooner or later. From his mother or someone else, it didn’t matter.
We suddenly saw Tonya again, walking up the ramp to FDR Drive, which would take her into the East River Park. She kept turning back to look at Kid Paulie, who rubbed his crotch whenever she turned. She sure looked naked up on the walkway. A few cars honked as they sped under her, and I’m sure many of the drivers were pissed that they’d lost out on their chance of getting the naked, big-titted beauty.
Kid Paulie was just stepping onto the bridge. It was a parade, with Tonya in the lead, Paulie following her, his mother fuming behind him, and Sissy and me at the rear.
A real nutty parade is what it was, a gay, queer, trannie patrol.
Sissy and I stepped off the bridge into an overgrown path.
Damn, we couldn’t see anyone!
Sissy hurried down one path, then another, but she still she didn’t see them.
“Oh, no, we lost them,” she whimpered. She bit her lips nervously and looked around desperately. Then we saw Tonya walking by the fence at the river, still looking back to watch Kid Paulie get closer. She finally turned and stopped to wait for him. We held our breaths as we slunk nearer. Paulie had pulled his cock and balls out of his pants, while Tonya had raised her skintight turtleneck, exposing her big breasts.
“Aw, damn,” Sissy sulked, looking around. “There’s no one here to see. Where the fuck are the
witnesses
?”
In the growing Sunday-evening darkness, the park was empty of strollers and idlers. It felt desolate.
Where were those damned jocks?
“Motherfucker, this ain’t gonna work!” she hissed. “We need people to see what’s happening. Aw, damn!”
Suddenly Kid Paulie’s mother ran out from behind a clump of bushes, still waving the belt.
Paulie didn’t see her. He was by the riverfront railing, his hands on Tonya’s hips and his head dipped between her two gorgeous breasts, licking each luscious orb as if it was a gift from the gods, lovingly worshipping each one. He knelt and licked her belly, tugging her pants down. Then he pulled back and stared at Tonya’s stiff penis bobbing an inch from his mouth.
What could he do?
He swallowed the beautiful delicacy.
“Oh, my God, no!” We heard Paulie’s mother shriek, a thin wail at our distance. She’d almost caught up to them. “No, no, no!”
But Paulie and Tonya were lost in their own erotic bliss, and they didn’t hear a word. Tonya had her hands on Paulie’s head as he sucked her off. Tonya finally looked up when Paulie’s mother was just a few feet from them, shrieking hysterically, making to hit Paulie with the belt.
We heard Tonya shout “What the fuck?” and saw the belt hit the back of Kid Paulie’s head and Tonya’s belly. The woman didn’t care that she was hitting Tonya as well as her son.
Tonya squealed and ran for us, trying to pull her leggings back up as she ran. Paulie was trying to protect himself from the blows raining down on him, and we heard him yell, “stop it, Ma, stop it!” He managed to get to his feet, then punched her shoulder one, two, three times. The fourth knocked her back. Just then a man erupted from the bushes and hit Paulie, knocking him down. We learned later that this was Paulie’s father. He’d been following his wife, thinking she was rushing out to meet a lover.
Paulie’s father hit his wife and knocked her out. Then he went after Paulie again. Paulie defended himself pretty well, but his father overpowered him with blow after blow. Then police cars poured into the park and Paulie’s and father started to fight the cops, laying two or three out. The cops finally knocked out Paulie’s dad with a baton to the head. But by then Tonya, Sissy, and me were up on the bridge, watching how it went down.