IX.

He leans back into the sofa, arms outstretched across the cushioned backrest like a figure on a crucifix. He jeans and underwear are pulled to his ankles, his shirt still buttoned to his throat. I stand with my back towards him, legs either side of his. I lift up the hem of my knee-length dress with one hand and gather it around my waist as I squat low over his hardened cock. Its semen-moistened tip grazes my labia. I long to take it in my ass.

I lean backwards to balance myself with one hand – palm down, fingers splayed – on his chest. His fist is closed around his swollen glans: as I angle my pelvis towards it, I feel his knuckles bunch in the hollow around the oiled rim of my anus. Push, I whisper. His cock presses on the outer muscles of my rectum. I draw a breath, anticipating a stab of pain. But there’s none. I exhale and let it slide into me until my buttocks are hard against his upraised pelvis. I lean back to rest back on his chest, my head on his shoulder. His calloused palms cup my breasts.

She has been watching us, a languid shadow in the opposite corner of the room. Her skin is pale, almost transparent. Jet black hair falling to her waist veils her breasts. She is naked, except for a faux-leather harness that encircles her slender, boney hips and bisects her buttocks to secure a triangle of reinforced leather and plastic over her hairless pubis. From the triangle protrudes a long, thick silicon dong.

She positions herself between my legs, straddling his. Her dark eyes, partly obscured beneath epicanthal folds, are cat-like and pitiless. Her slender fingers grip the base of the dong and urge it  into my tightened cunt. I lift my legs to encircle her tiny waist as it fills me, rubbing at once against my g-spot and the blood-fattened cock already within my rectum. I slide my hands up to her breasts and raise my head to lick softly at her nipples.

Unsynchronised, cock and dong slide back and forth inside me at different tempos for several minutes. Then, suddenly together, both thrust high into my belly, stretching muscle and sensitive flesh to the point of rupture. Her tiny hands dig, claw-like, into my breasts as she falls against me. I pull her hair to turn her face towards my mouth. She sucks hard on my sticking-out tongue.

My cunt floods. Warm semen oozes between pulsing cock and dilating anus. The cry I let out is at once ecstatic and bestial, not even close to human, a deep, relentless, guttural holler that bursts from my diaphragm like a baleful demon, impossible to placate.