The Devil's Sperm Is Cold (22 page)

“If a man could understand the ass,” he thought, “all the mysteries of creation would become clear to him.”

He thought of Joan again and his cock stirred. He could picture her perfectly and was taken by a momentary ache to have her young body under him, her ass wrapped around his cock, as he split the twin orbs and sank himself into its depths. He shook his head. He didn’t want to get fixated on Joan or on any woman. That was the road to defeat. And yet, now that he had remembered her so vividly, her image was stuck to his mind like a fly on sticky paper. She was there, bending over in front of him, and again, sitting on his face, and again, leaning over the edge of a bed.

Al pondered the woman who awaited his word. And thinking of the contrast between her lying there and how she probably went about her usual day, he was struck once more by the split between the dull agreement which defines social reality and the full potential that people are capable of. For, of course, sex was only one of the many ways in which human beings kept themselves from total expression and feeling. And if an average housewife could be seduced into becoming the ragged, lascivious creature this woman had just shown herself to be, then the possibilities for people to realize themselves in an infinite number of ways were staggering. And yet, the species continued to stumble about in a condition of sleep and slavery.

“Send her to the equipment room,” Al said.

Helene got up to go into the next room, but Al crooked his finger and motioned her to come stand in front of him. She sighed and walked over to the chair. He made a motion with his eyes and she lifted the front of her dress, revealing bare legs and the fact that she wore nothing underneath. Al reached forward and cupped her cunt with one hand, and slipped one finger between her pussy lips. Helene showed no expression. Al brought the finger to his nostril and inhaled deeply.

“Beautiful bouquet,” he said. “Now get that bitch ready for me.”

Helene dropped her dress down around her knees again and went into the basement. Al stood, stretched, and went out another door into the adjoining room, which looked, at first glance, like a small gymnasium. But it was not like anything anyone would find at the YMCA. What seemed like massage tables were finely sculpted fuck slabs. A person could climb on one, and the table could be split apart, tilted, and bent in several dozen ways, so that the body on it might be presented in any attitude and position desirable. The exercise pulleys along one wall were actually free-swinging racks. A person could be tied and hung in any of a dozen ways, and weights hung from his or her body to attain certain specific effects.

Al was not interested in any of that today. Rather, he undressed and stood next to a wide, raised cot in the center of the room. Above him hung an intricate halter suspended from the ceiling. It was a variation on a device he had discovered in a Hong Kong whorehouse, where it was called the Chinese Basket Fuck.

A small door opened and Helene entered, leading the other woman, who had been blindfolded. Helene pushed the woman forward and then shoved her to her knees in front of Al. She seemed to vibrate somewhere between fear and wanton anticipation.

Al grabbed her hair and yanked her face up. Her mouth fell open. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he said. “Your husband opened you up, but he didn’t know what was underneath, did he?” He pushed her face into his crotch. “Suck that cock,” he ordered.

Her trembling mouth closed gently over his limp prick and her lips and tongue began to work it slowly.

“Doesn’t matter to you whose cock it is, does it?” he went on. “You’ll suck any cock for money, and for the thrill of it. You like being a whore, don’t you?”

Helene yawned discreetly. She had heard this litany many times. It astonished her how effective it was. For as so many times in the past, the woman had begun to whimper and was cupping Al’s balls with her fingers, sucking his cock, now almost hard, with urgent slurping sounds. Al was staring down at her, watching his cock disappear between her lips and slide out wet and glistening.

“You don’t suck your husband’s cock like this, do you?” he continued. “You don’t love it when it’s respectable. What you want is to be an open mouth, a cocksucker for whoever wants you.”

In the woman’s mind, however, were a different range of thoughts. She wondered whether she would be beaten, and hoped that no photos were being taken, and planned what she would do with the seven hundred and fifty dollars. Al’s words wove in and out of her stream of thought, and when she heard them, they sent her off on a brief flurry of clutched excitation. To be naked on her knees, blindfolded, sucking a strange man’s cock while Helene looked on, and then to be told that she was a bought cunt, gave her some of the thrill she had hoped would result from this adventure.

Al motioned to Helene, and his cohort grabbed the woman’s hair and pulled back, until her lips were only an eighth of an inch from Al’s cock. Al leaned forward and grazed her mouth with the tip of his cock, and the woman tried to reach forward to take it on her tongue. But Helene kept the pressure steady. They did that several times and then Al rasped, “Reach for it, bitch, reach for it with your tongue.”

The game was then clear. She was to yearn for his cock, openmouthed and tongue-curling, while Helene pulled her head back, and Al kept himself just out of range. Like any demonstration of the James-Lange hypothesis, the behavior gave rise to the concomitant feeling. And within a minute, the woman was actually straining to take the cock in her mouth, having been worked up into a somatic belief that she had to have it. She started to bleat, begging him to put his cock in her mouth.

A tired smile of satisfaction played across Al’s mouth. He had vindicated himself again, and reduced a woman to her most basic responses. His feeling was not unlike that of a rat psychologist who has finally trained an animal to leap when a certain color is flashed. He pushed his pelvis forward, and his cock jumped into the woman’s mouth. She gulped it voraciously, swallowed its entire length, spewed it out, swallowed it again, let it slide halfway out, and then kissed and sucked it with smacking sounds. Al let her suck his cock for several minutes, and then he made another gesture to Helene.

Helene pulled the woman away. Dragged back from the cock that was filling her, the woman protested, but Helene was too strong.

“You can use her for a while,” Al said.

Helene pushed the woman onto her back, and with a single motion squatted over her, tenting her torso and head with her dress. Under her dress, her cunt came down onto the woman’s mouth. The woman gasped, but Helene only pressed down harder. Her pelvis rocking, Helene fucked the woman’s mouth with her cunt, until she could feel the warmth beginning and the juices flowing. The woman started to lick the demanding pussy, and to suck its center. Helene rode her dispassionately until she felt her climax approach, and then closing her eyes, took her brief, small, neat orgasm, and let all the tension flow out of her legs. She sat heavily on the woman’s face and then stood up again.

“Put her in the straps,” Al said.

Helene guided the woman up and helped her climb into the halter that was hanging down from the ceiling. It was so constructed that the woman had to half lie in it, something like sinking into a hammock. Except that there was no bottom, and when she folded in the middle, her arms and legs extended, her buttocks hung down, exposed. Helene strapped her in tightly so that she was held in that position.

“Grease her up,” Al said.

Helene fetched a jar of Vaseline and, using two fingers, covered the crack between her buttocks and then inserted them into her vulnerable asshole. The woman, who had been told on her way to the room that she must not speak at all or not get paid, squirmed slightly. There was a kind of voluptuous pleasure which came from hanging down in such an inviting position, and then to have Helene’s fingers penetrate her anus and thrash about gave her the first real sensual glow she had had all day.

Al pressed a button next to the cot and the woman rose several feet in the air. Then Al lay on the cot beneath her, moved about until he had the proper position, and then pressed another button, lowering the woman down onto him. Her body descended until it was less than a foot away from Al’s, and then he stopped its fall with the appropriate button. Helene came over and put her head between Al’s thighs. She covered his cock with her mouth and sucked it slowly from its semierect state into hardness. When it had attained the necessary rigidity, Al pushed her head away, pressed the button, and watched the woman’s ass come down on his cock. He took his cock with one hand until he had positioned it right at her asshole, and when the halter descended its full course, the woman was impaled, her ass split on Al’s upright rod.

She let out a sigh of surprised delight. This was something utterly unique in her experience. She had been fucked in the ass before, but never like this, with the combined sensations of helplessness and weightlessness. She wished she could look in a mirror and see herself, suspended and sagging, covering her strange benefactor’s cock with her hanging ass.

Al pressed yet another button and a double motion began. The halter began to spin and to rise at a slow rate, an eighth of an inch for each revolution. The woman gasped audibly and Al let out a grunt of pleasure. She spun about effortlessly, the rotation making her slightly dizzy and causing her to glide more deeply into her feeling of disconnectedness. The sensations in her asshole were excruciatingly erotic. As she turned she was reamed out completely, the shaft of Al’s cock a steady friction in her anus, while the head hit all the surfaces of the canal inside. And as she turned, she was lowered so that at each instant a different portion of her was being fucked. It went so slowly and so steadily that she could give in to it thoroughly. It was the single most delightful experience she had ever had.

After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped and hung there, rocking gently, her ass grasping the very tip of Al’s cock. And then he pressed another button, and she started moving in the opposite direction, this time coming down instead of going up, so that each revolution meant a new level of penetration. She cried out in sheer anticipation of joy.

It was outrageous, insane. It went far beyond what she had ever considered when she thought of sex. It was so mechanical, so impersonal, so manipulative, that she should be turned off by it. And yet she couldn’t get enough. It was free and abstract sensation, and she was totally won over by the experience.

Al glanced at Helene, indicating that he wanted her to take the controls, while he lay back, his eyes closed, and enjoyed his end of the episode. The woman’s ass got hotter and hotter, looser and looser, and each ride up and down was like a lava flow on his cock. In his relaxed state he could lie there for a half hour before coming, and by that time the woman would be screaming. She would be taken to the outermost limits of her capacity for excitation, and then kept there for a very long time. And she would try to get loose, which would only cause her body to rock back and forth on his cock, adding one more motion to the up and down and circular activities already going on.

Al lay back and went into deep relaxation, almost dozing off, as one woman swung in graceful anal pirouettes above him, and the other handled the controls and buttons with the precision of an engineer at Cape Kennedy.

“It’s extraordinary what money will buy,” he thought. He conjured up an image of the woman’s husband. “Probably knocks himself out taking care of her, worries about her, tries to please her sexually, thinks he can turn her into a swinger and still have her be somehow faithful to him.” Al was filled with scorn for the entire swinging scene. “They’re all phonies,” he had remarked more than once. “Bored with marriage and too scared to step out of their emotional and financial bondage, they run around swapping and tell themselves that it makes their marriages stronger.”

He opened his eyes and looked at the body circling above him, the arms and legs swinging wide, the ass a steady blur.

“And for a couple of hundred bucks she’s ready to eat shit if I tell her,” he mused.

He treated himself to his favorite luxury, working up an intense hatred for everything and everyone, beginning with people who, he felt, had wronged him when he was a child, and progressing to his associates, political figures, and ending with a generalized blistering anger that pumped adrenaline through his system. And when he was cursing all creation, he focused the feeling in his cock and directed it right at the woman who was now giddy with disbelief at the reality of her situation.

“Scummy bitch cunt,” he hissed as he exploded in her bowels, his ejaculation pumping into her ass.

After a measured wait, Helene threw another switch that lifted the woman straight up without spinning her. Al’s cum dripped from her asshole and onto his thighs. He blinked several times, stretched, rolled to his side, and slid off the cot onto his feet.

“All right?” Helene asked.

“Sex,” he said. And in the grim articulation of that one word, he summed up a lifetime’s philosophy.

He walked off, heading toward the shower. At the door he turned and addressed Helene. “I want to see you later,” he said.

She glanced up at the woman who still hung in the air.

He shrugged, indicating he didn’t care what was done with her now.

The woman was close to shock. The abruptness and violence of Al’s climax, coupled with the speed with which she was pulled from him, coming after such a long time in her surrealistic position, spun her into a space in which she had no familiar thing or idea to identify with. She was ready for imprinting.

Helene reached under the cot and took out a dildo that was the replica of the one the woman had used in the basement room. It too stretched a foot and a half long and was four inches in diameter at its widest point. Helene held it in both hands, feeling the heft of it, and she smiled to herself.

Pressing a button, she let the woman descend until she was the length of the dildo over the cot.