The Devil's Sperm Is Cold (20 page)

Abruptly they split apart, and he was grappling up her torso like a mountain climber scrambling for a hand-hold on a sheer rock. He grasped her breasts, and then covered one nipple with his mouth. Her huge nipples were wrinkled and looked like stretches of volcanic rock. They had the texture of petrified satin and she gasped as he sucked the sensitive violet mounds between his teeth. Her hands were at his neck, pressing him into her. Her hips rotated wildly. Her legs kicked. And Jack burrowed into her like a scorpion disappearing into hot sand.

Remembering himself, remembering what happened each time he let himself go totally, Jack slowed down and stopped all activity. He let Margaret’s breast fall out of his mouth, took his hands off her body, and rolled over on his side. She reached for him once, and then, understanding what was happening, lay back.

“Heavy breathing,” he said at last. “There aren’t too many women who can get me panting and humping like that.”

“Does it make you nervous?” Her voice was mocking. She could not argue with his behavior since this fuck was a favor for her, but she could not smother her frustration entirely. Margaret rolled over on her stomach and listened to her rapidly-beating heart slow down. She stretched her legs and flexed her buttocks in order to get more comfortable, but Jack, whose cock had a different morality from the rest of him, saw the movement in one dimension only.

He leaned over and began to stroke the backs of her thighs while he licked her spine with his tongue. She sighed. The sex would be like this at first, in fits and starts. She let herself get lost in her thoughts as Jack fed himself on her body, rubbing it, licking it, feasting on it with his eyes. She thought of Joan, and tried to picture her with Manuel. Now that she herself was being fucked, she could bear the idea of Joan’s giving herself to her new lover. And running that film over now would make it less painful when the image returned later on; this was the process of defusing jealousy. It was what Jack was helping her to do.

As Jack covered her body with his own, Margaret became Joan underneath Manuel. The slim man above her became the tall muscular Puerto Rican that Margaret had seen five days a week for almost a year and never looked twice at. She remembered Joan’s cunt wrapped around her fingers, and as Jack slid his cock slowly into her asshole, she conjured up the photograph of Joan raising her buttocks to take Manuel’s cock between her cheeks.

“Oh Joan,” she said to herself, “my sweet little Joan. Yes, let him fuck you. Let him open your ass with his dark cock.”

And she could flow with that fantasy because Jack was patiently and concentratedly pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her, until it was embedded its full length into the narrow opening between her buttocks, and the pain of imagining Joan in the same position with Manuel was wiped out by the pleasure of having her own ass fucked.

Jack looked down at the woman who was letting him use her body. He knew that her thoughts were elsewhere, and that she was doing this for reasons that had nothing to do with him. But it was a favor for a friend, and he was willing to help. Also, he was slightly drunk on the sight of Margaret’s body lying so relaxed under him. Her hair was spread over the pillow, her long narrow back undulated gently, and her deep lovely ass was parted around his cock, opening to it, sucking it in while her legs kicked in a slow, steady rhythm, a counterpoint to his own thrusts.

He leaned back and pulled Margaret with him, his hands grabbing the fronts of her thighs. Her ass came back and up, until she was on her knees and her buttocks were high off the bed and curved into space. Jack knelt behind her, his back straight, his fingers pulling the cheeks apart, as he stared straight down her cleft, watching his cock slide in and out of the tiny hole, which spread and shrank as he moved forward and back, his cock filling her entirely and then leaving her empty, only to fill her again. She began to clench her cheeks, trapping his cock in a grip of firm flesh, and then, just as he was struggling to push in against the wall of muscle, would let go, and he would burst rudely into her, his cock sinking into her ass up to the hilt.

He started to fuck her more rapidly and with harder strokes, until his thighs were slapping against her buttocks and his balls were swinging against her cunt. Margaret brought her hands up under her and began to rub two fingers over her clitoris, while two more fingers slid into the hole and started to twirl around.

Her mind reeling with the images of Joan and Manuel, seeing the slim girl being split apart by the huge muscular Latin, her fair skin a startling contrast to his swarthy complexion, Margaret climbed toward climax. The rushes in her cunt were hotter and faster, fed by the friction of Jack’s cock in her ass. Her breasts swung freely under her, the nipples brushing against the sheet. She ground her ass into him, impaling herself as deeply as she could on his cock.

Jack began to whine and let himself trip into orgasm. The sweet sensations in his cock had melted his reserve. His mouth was still tingling with the taste of Margaret’s cunt and his mind was still munching on the delicious warmth of their lying together in a tender sixty-nine. And superimposed on that now was Margaret kneeling in front of him, her high, wide ass rolling on his cock, her fingers probing her cunt and rocketing explosive charges into her clit, the first gasps of the evening coming from her lips.

“Fuck me,” she urged. “Oh Jack, shove it up my ass. Let me feel it. Drive everything out of my mind. Scrape me clean, baby. Wash me with your cum.”

And, generous and obliging as always, Jack let his body go, and tremble, and his fingers dug into her cheeks, and his cock soared in her ass, and the heat and tension boiled in his belly and his balls, and with a hoarse shout he let it all shoot out, pumping the fierce ejaculation into her sucking ass, as she clenched her thighs and drank his sperm and jiggled her finger frantically until her own waves of release vibrated in her womb and into her cunt and into her loins and she spent her excitement in the vacuum of her empty box.

They stayed glued to one another for a full minute, as the last pulsations surged through his cock and the final drops of jism were pressed by her tightened buttocks into her bowels. And she rubbed her clitoris gently and softly, until a second orgasm thrilled through her, lighter than the first, but taking the ragged edge off her initial climax. And only when they were completely finished did she sink to the bed, his cock sliding out of her ass and hanging wet and limp over her as he swayed back and forth on his knees.

They did not move for a few more minutes, until the tumult had died down, and when they were out of the storm and returned to their normal states, Margaret asked for a cigarette.

“They’re on the couch,” he said. “I’ll get them.”

And so they smoked, wondering as people often do, what it had all been for. Margaret’s fever had abated. Through her dance with Jack, Joan’s departure no longer ate at her insides. She was almost ready to dismiss the girl from her mind altogether, but with her ass throbbing and her cunt tingling and her body in a sweet lassitude, Margaret was able even to be magnanimous. If Joan returned, Margaret would forgive her totally.

Jack smoked steadily. It was as he had always remembered it, those moments after sex. His soul was seared by the intense heat of what he had seen and felt, and yet he wasn’t sure whether fucking were nothing more than leaning over an abyss, to stare at the fearsome void which is sometimes called hell. If he had been removed and another man put there, would it have made any difference to Margaret? He doubted it, and was on the verge of resenting her when he realized that if she had been taken away and another woman slipped under him, it would not have mattered much to him either. His criteria were physical. Any woman’s ass would do if that ass attained a certain aesthetic minimum.

He decided that he was thinking too much and he put one hand over her shoulders and pulled her toward him.

“I’ve come to a conclusion,” he said.

“What’s that?” she asked him.

“That liking the person you fuck is only important before and after the fucking. While it’s going on it can be anyone, so long as it’s the right anyone, if you know what I mean.”

She smiled and kissed his chest. “I know exactly what you mean, baby,” she told him. And then a spasm of excitement seized her and she sat straight up and turned to face him. “I mean, that’s the kind of thing I want to see written about. Sex is practically indescribable except in its physical manifestations, and those are limited. But all the stuff that surrounds sex, and interpenetrates it, the philosophy of sex…” she paused, “you know? Not theory, but the way of life of people who live in the sexual vibrations most of the time. What they think about it, and how they feel it, and how they discuss it. That’s what pornography should be. And if it were that, there wouldn’t be anything so interesting to read.”

“Well, you’ll have your chance soon,” he told her.

She put her hand on his shoulders and fixed his gaze with her own. “Will you help me?” she asked.

“You publish it, I’ll sell it,” he said. “I’m happy when you get all worked up over your ideas, but that’s not where I find my pleasure. As far as the office is concerned, it’s a job which allows me to travel, and to live well, and to fuck beautiful women, and to go to orgies. I’m not interested in what’s between the covers.”

“You’re deeper than that, Jack,” she said. “You can put on an act for people, but I know you have a soul.”

“That’s my hobby,” he added. “The cultivation of my soul.” He saw that his cigarette had burned out in the ashtray and he lit another one. He exhaled a cloud of smoke through his nostrils and went on, “You wouldn’t think it, but basically I’m a contemplative person.”

“Did you ever think of writing a book?” she asked.

“Sure,” he told her. “Don’t we all?”

“Why don’t you do it?” she prompted. “A book about contemplation and fucking.” She took his cock in one hand and held it until it began to stir. “Does that interest you?”

“And you’ll publish it?”

“And you’ll sell it.”

He laughed at the conjunction of intersecting circles.

“Is Al really going to give you your head in all this?” he asked.

“I’ll get head if I give him head.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So it’s like that?”

“How else could it be?”

“Poor Maggie,” he said. “I shudder to think of all the dirty things he makes you do.”

She squeezed his cock as it grew harder in her fingers.

She chuckled. “Dirty?” she said. “What’s dirty? I’m surprised at you, Jack. You know there’s no such thing as dirty.”

“But Al thinks there is, and when you do things he thinks are dirty, then you are being his dirty little girl. And you know that’s where he gets his kicks from, and that’s what you enjoy. You love it, being down there while he’s projecting the vilest possible images on you. It sort of tickles a jaded girl’s fancy, doesn’t it?”

“You really ought to write a book,” she told him, now stroking the erect cock up and down its entire length. “You know all the little secrets.”

“Shit, Maggie, there aren’t any secrets. There are just people who won’t open their eyes and admit what’s really going on inside them, that’s all.”

“And pornography ought to open their eyes,” she told him.

“I’ll think about it,” he told her. “Writing a book, that is.” His eyes went down to where her hands were fluttering over his thighs, caressing his balls, tugging his cock. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her to him, his mouth seeking hers. She covered his lips with hers and she moaned as the warmth of his kiss flooded her senses. She felt relaxed, content. She was at ease with a man she liked and respected. She had come out the other side of her temporary insanity over Joan, and was going to get to work on her ideas, and Jack would help her.

He pulled her forward and she came up on her knees and straddled his thighs. She leaned into him, her breasts covering his face, and he kissed her between the firm, gently sagging orbs, his hands moving to rub her nipples. She whimpered with the pleasure of surrender to her mounting excitement and brought her hands under her buttocks. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers, and slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock. He entered her evenly, and she felt the entire slide of his cock as it was coated and engulfed by her wet cunt.

“Oh Jack, that feels so good,” she whispered.

He cupped her buttocks with his hands and began to rock her gently. Her pelvis swung back and forth, causing her cunt to mouth his cock from a score of rapidly alternating angles. He shook his head as the sudden rush of pleasure flushed through him and started his ears ringing.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” he exclaimed.

“Yes,” she agreed, and rolled her beautiful body around and around, dancing on his cock.

He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the experience of Margaret’s delectable cunt sucking him wildly, her breasts sliding against his chest, her mouth hungrily seeking his, her hands flying up and down his back and into his hair. He was flooded with feelings that could not be contained, and he was moved to speak. But all the words that presented themselves to him seemed inadequate to describe the wonder of the moment. He gritted his teeth in frustration.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Margaret asked, falling, as she had done two years earlier, into endearments, the power of which she barely recognized.

“It’s too much,” he said as his hands continued to guide her movement, pumping her into him. “I want to tell it to you, and let it out of me, but it all sounds foolish before I say it.”

“Oh my precious lover,” she crooned, slipping utterly into a mood of verbal abandonment, and pushed him back until he lay on the bed and she stretched out full on top of him. “Don’t do anything now, don’t say anything now. Just feel me. Let me give it to you. Let me fuck it to you.”

The sounds burst from his lips as she began to ooze all over him, her cunt swarming completely over his cock, her ass rising and falling, clenching and opening. He babbled and moaned and yelled and let himself go mad for a while, not caring for anything except that he was drowning in the woman who was lavishing herself upon him.