Dark Matter (Modern Erotic Classics)

by Michael Perkins

  But his interest in rubber stopped there. He had no early sexual associations with it. He unzipped the corset and tugged it down over her breasts, slick with sweat, and over her ass, peeling it like a condom from her body. The mask, rubber bra, stockings and boots stayed on. His hand stroked her pussy and then he buried his face there, drinking the nectar that ran onto the blankets between her ass cheeks, using three fingers to probe her sopping wet vagina while pushing a little finger in and out of her slick anus.

  She wrapped her slender thighs around his head and grabbed his curly hair, rubbing herself against his strong, hungry mouth — then, just as vehemently pushing his head away.

  “I want it in me, Markus. All you’ve got. Take that famous prick of yours and just shove it up to my lungs. I’m juicy for you, oooh, Markus, I’m so juicy...”

  Dirty talk drove him crazy. Robin was thrashing about beneath him like a crazy woman while he struggled with his zipper. At last unzipped and unbuckled, he pushed his pants down to his knees, braced his feet, and shoved the happiest part of himself up her tight little cherry-red cunt.

  He fucked her with the intensity of a teenager getting it in the first time. That was half his secret. The other half was Taoist sex magic: he could have as many orgasms as she could, but without ejaculating.

  She met his every thrust with her own, lifting her firm buttocks from the blankets to screw herself around his crowbar erection. Without losing rhythm, they changed position and she was riding his delirious pole up and down, milking it while his hands played with her black rubber breasts.

  She was a goddess astride him, her long finger nails raking his sensitive nipples, pulling his nipple ring. He felt the blood on his chest and then she was leaning over him, arcing her body so she could lick his blood.

  She drove herself to orgasm, her eyes squinted shut and her bloody mouth open in a rictus of ecstasy, her tongue licking her lips. She was grunting and moaning, sobbing in a strangled sort of way as he massaged her breasts and then pulled her head to his for a kiss.

  Her open mouth descended on his, but then her head jerked back, as if she had seen a ghost. She stopped moving.

  “Robin?” he asked, but she didn’t look at him. He thrust himself into her to get her attention, but she was limp, a doll he bounced. He twisted his head to see what she saw.

  Buddy Tate stood over them, with Laura beside him. They were both naked, and Buddy had an enormous erection which Laura was stroking with visible delight.

  Buddy Tate

  I walked around the party in Markus’s robe with a hard on and an idiotic smile on my face. It was like I had discovered a secret society of people who thought about and dreamed about the same kind of nasty stuff I did. Only it wasn’t nasty to them. I’ve watched a lot of people do wild things, and most of them have this really selfish look are on their faces when they are getting off. Not these people. The look on their faces was like they were sharing something.

  I guess they were. For sure I wasn’t.

  That big room just wouldn’t let me go. It was like watching the Bay waters at night. Rise and fall, in and out. I saw Markus headed into a corner of it with a girl who was dressed in black rubber. He never missed a trick.

  People wore some kinky stuff. I went around the edge of the fucking-ocean to the kitchen, and standing in the middle of it was a big guy with a bone in his nose who looked like he was having a good time. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Not only did he have a bone in his nose, he was wearing chains, leather, high heels, lipstick — the whole nine yards and more. His butt was bare, and he was tattooed all over. What was weirdest was that he was wearing a strap-on dingus like the one Robin busted my cherry with. Was this guy confused, or what?

  I turned around so he wouldn’t see I was laughing at him. Then I thought, who the hell are you to laugh at anyone? Buddy Tate is the weirdest here.

  There was a stairway down to the basement off the kitchen. I went down it in bare feet to look around. Fat women showing their tits hanging up coats, and in the next room people hurting each other.

  I’d heard about this, but I didn’t believe it.

  A nurse with her arm up some guy’s ass. Ouch.

  A woman with a fine butt was getting it smacked with a ping ping paddle. Double ouch.

  I was headed back upstairs when I saw the man with the bone in his nose coming down, followed by a big blonde showing her tits. She had a whip. It looked like there was going to be a show, so I stayed to watch.

  There were chains hanging from the ceiling, with leather wrist straps. The blonde bitch stretched him up on the chains till he was standing on tip toe in high heels. She flicked the whip a few times, and then gave him a good crack, but he didn’t flinch. He kept a smile on his face, like now he’s getting what he came to the party for. Crack!

  I guess I was seeing the real thing, because other people stopped what they were doing to watch for a minute. I didn’t get it. It was too weird for me. Being hit with a whip has got to smart something fierce. They could be fucking. But they both seemed to be enjoying themselves. His ass was getting red and welted. She stopped and moved her hand over what she’d done, then picked up a different whip, a smaller one. Crack!

  The small whip got his attention. He kept smiling, but now he was wincing, and little sounds were coming from him. She gave him two dozen of those, and he was feeling something.

  When she untied him, he kissed her, a hot one, and they stood together like a king and queen. That’s when she saw me watching them with my johnson sticking out of the bathrobe.

  I was surprised when I looked down. Something about the whipping had gotten to me, I guess. Maybe because they were looking so hot because of it, and so close.

  “That’s the best compliment we’ve had all evening,” she said to me, her hand stroking his ass and the dingus he wore.

  “I don’t get it — but you know, whatever rings your chimes.”

  She kept her eyes on my prick, and I wondered if I was about to get lucky. She was older, but good looking, with sexy saggy boobies.

  “What don’t you get?”

  “Doesn’t that hurt?”

  “I think that’s the idea. Did it hurt, Baron?”

  “Perfectly, my dear.”

  “I just like it straight,” I said. “That’s all I need.”

  They laughed, but I didn’t think they were laughing at me, but at the word ‘straight’. Or the idea. I think they were too bent to imagine how good straight could be.

  “Don’t mind us, we’re just having fun.”

  “Like I said, your idea of fun...”

  “I’m Laura Aurora, and this is my husband...”

  “Baron, I know.”

  “And who are you?”

  “Buddy. Buddy Tate.”

  She lifted her eyes off my cock at that news. I got that powerful feeling that she knew who I was. It’s like a rush.

  But she didn’t say anything, just looked at me hard as if she was trying to piece something together.

  “I’m a friend of Markus’s,” I told her.

  “Yes... He’s talked about you.”

  “Low down and dirty, probably.”

  “What about your eye? He didn’t tell us about your eye.”

  “I can still fuck with one eye, if that’s what you mean.”

  So far she’d noticed I was a big prick with one eye.

  “I believe you.”

  “Okay.”

  “Why did you come here tonight?”

  “Just looking for a girl.”

  “Any special girl?”

  “I guess not.” I wanted to say you’ll do, but this was a lady.

  “Are you sure?” She was grinning at Baron and he was grinning back. I didn’t get it. These people were over my head.

  “Hell, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Come on, I want to show you something upstairs.” She took my hand and I followed her upstairs to the fucking ocean.

  She led
me straight to where Markus Bloom was being ridden like a merry-go-round horse by a girl in a rubber bra and not much else. I could see Markus’s dick going in and out and the sight stiffened me up so Laura noticed and grabbed me. She had a magic touch on my dick. I didn’t see the rubber girl’s back until she bent over to kiss him. She had a tattoo with a big snake in it, and dragons.

  “Peekaboo,” I said. “I see you.”

  XXX

  Blood Wedding

  You are obviously some shy of reality,” I said to Robin when everybody had left and we were alone on the mattresses with the sun coming up. “Part of you is just not here, I think.”

  “I’m real, Buddy.” She was curled up facing me, wrapped in a blanket. Those big blue eyes were smiling.

  “Real is something that’s sure, like fucking.”

  “Well? We did that, a few times. My little spot’s been rubbed raw.”

  “Markus probably did that.”

  “Are you jealous of Markus? He’s not as big as you.”

  “I’m happy to hear you admit it.”

  “But he can last longer than you.”

  “He’s got more money and two eyes, too. I’m not jealous of Markus. He took advantage, but he’s my buddy.”

  “Buddy, it felt so good to have you inside me. I didn’t think I’d ever feel you again.”

  “It hasn’t been that long since you and Pearl ganged up on me.” Then I told her the bad news about Pearl.

  “He did that to her?” Like she didn’t believe it. She sat straight up and big tears ran down her face. “Hold me, Buddy.”

  I just held her while she cried, a first for me. When she stopped, she took my face in her hands and looked at me. I knew what was coming next.

  “What happened to your eye? Is it...?”

  “It’s gone. Rotting in a septic system in Idaho.” I told her about the cross in that eye, about going home to see Daddy and Flood. How I failed and that’s why I hadn’t looked for her.

  “I wish you had.”

  “I promised you I’d kill him and I didn’t. I like to keep my word.”

  “He’s coming here to San Francisco with his fucking Crusade.”

  “I know, I saw his posters.”

  “He’ll be preaching at a different place every night. There’ll be chances....”

  “I can’t do it.”

  She froze on me. I let go of her. She was like wood.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I tried getting close to him in a crowd. All I’ve got is a .38, and he’s got good security, you know that. I don’t know what I can do. I’m not a sniper.”

  “We’ll make him come to us.”

  “How?”

  “Leave that to me, if I can get him alone, you’ll do it, won’t you?

  “I’ll get it done, don’t worry.”

  “Then we’re free. We’ll find some place to hide.”

  “I won’t hide. I want everyone to know it was Buddy Tate who killed him.”

  “But then you’ll probably be in a prison, and I’ll be alone.”

  “It’s got to be that way.”

  “Why?”

  “Because that’s the way I always thought it would be.”

  “Buddy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you think we’re crazy?”

  “Yeah, we’re crazy. But so is everybody else.”

  She put her head in my lap, gave Mr Penis Head a goodnight kiss, and went to sleep. The shades were pulled, but they were glowing with the sun. There was a space between the shade and the window moulding and through it I could see a sliver of blue sky.

  I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was to sit with her head in my lap watching that sliver of blue sky. This was new for me, watching over somebody. Being able to touch her cheek or her full lips with my finger, or push her hair back. She didn’t wake up when I did that. Who was she? I didn’t know. Just some gaga girl with good aim. She knew where to shoot me, so I wouldn’t even know where I’d been shot. It had been like that from the minute we met at Star’s.

  It didn’t make any sense. Feeling like this was strange because I knew I didn’t give a shit about myself, but she was different. I had to care for her. We were hot in bed, but this was something else.

  I thought about escape. I could always put a pillow under her head and slip out the door into the blue sky, and vaya con Dios, Robin. But I knew I wouldn’t do that.

  Daddy used to say, “Tell the truth to yourself, even if you wish you hadn’t.” So I told myself the truth through the hours of that morning when I watched Robin sleep. She had put her hooks in me just like Flood’s goon Hopper had put a cross in my eye. For the first time in my life with a girl, something else was more important than the fucking. And that was dangerous. You start thinking like that about a girl, and it’s ball and chain time.

  I tried to think where I slipped up — where I let something besides sex make a difference, but there’s no one time that you notice. As usual, it was just one thing leading to the next, like following a ball of string unwinding in front or you. You kept your head down and followed the string and didn’t even notice when it led you into the cage and the door slammed behind you.

  I never had any choice in the matter. It was all decided before I came along. I wanted to be noticed — that’s how it started. After that, everything was 1-2-3.

  It was like my head was stuffed with all that had happened, and there was more to come I had no choice about. Thinking wasn’t going to change that.

  I fell asleep sitting up, not thinking.

  I was in a red room with Robin. Everything was red, so red that I could only look at her, and her face was glowing, like she was lighted from inside. We were getting married, and I was happy about it. That was when I knew it was a nightmare, so I tried to wake up, but I couldn’t. Robin took off her dress and she was covered with tattoos, even her titties. She was pierced everywhere, not just the usual places, but on her thighs, her shoulders, at her collar bone. We kissed and she bit me with pointed teeth so that the blood filled our mouths together. I wanted to fuck her real bad, just drive myself inside her and stay there pumping steady, but when I touched my prick it was slick and slimy and cold. I looked down and saw that it was a snake, and I saw Robin’s reaction at the same moment. She ran to a big window and climbed up on the sill so she could jump. I tried to catch her but I was too late, and she was falling — and then I was, too, because there was a cord joining our wrists...

  She was straddling me, shaking me.

  “Buddy! Wake up. You’re making the most awful noises.”

  She was naked. No tattoos, no piercings like in the dream. Just the nipple ring I kissed when she lowered her num-nums to my mouth. Bigger than bite-size, and firm.

  I could tell that what was waking up lower under the blankets wasn’t a snake.

  “What time is it?”

  “Just after midnight. You’ve been out all day.”

  “When did you get up?”

  “Hours ago. I cleaned up a little. Had something to eat. Talked to Markus.”

  “Where’s he?”

  “Getting into some mischief, I think. He won’t be back for a few days. The place is all ours.”

  “Is that all you did? Just talk?” I couldn’t believe that Markus hadn’t taken advantage again. I would have.

  “Well...” She smiled and looked like she was deciding something.

  “You can tell me. Markus is my friend.”

  “I’m a bad girl, Buddy. You know that.”

  “Bad girls are the best.”

  If I was jealous at all, her telling me made it all right. Dirty stories were a turn-on.

  “He wanted to fuck me, but I’m still sore. You know how he is. He won’t stop until you give him something. He was playing with my ass, sticking his finger in, while I was making coffee in the kitchen.”

  “Did it feel good?”

  “Oh yes. It always feels good when my ass is played with.”

&n
bsp; “Did he stick it in?”

  “No, I didn’t want him to. I just wanted my coffee. Coffee is my addiction.”

  I was getting impatient. “Well, what did you do?”

  “He was all dressed, ready to go out. But he unzipped his fly and showed me that big thing he stuck in me last night. ‘Just suck it a little,’ is what he said. I didn’t have to do anything. He walked over to where I was sitting at the kitchen table and stuck it in my face, skinned back and ready. So I gave him a coffee suck.”

  “What’s that?” Maybe a little jealousy flared up here.

  “I kept some warm coffee in my mouth so when I sucked him it was warm. He came right away.”

  “Did you swallow?”,

  “No. From now on, that’s just for you. I made him come in my coffee cup. Then he drank it.”

  “You’re a slut. You are some fucking whore slut.”

  She licked her lips and winked at me. Those hooks were in deep. She was my kind of girl in the whole universe, which I guess is what they call love.

  I threw off the blankets and showed her my erection.

  “How about a coffee suck for the big boy?”

  She shook her head. “No, I have other plans for us. Come on, get up. Let’s take a bath together.”

  The big tub was full of bubbles. She had put candles around Markus’s bathroom for light, and they made it feel like a cave. There’s something about the privacy of a bathroom that makes it sexier, sometimes, than a bedroom. I got in the tub and buried myself in bubbles, while Robin played with make-up at the bathroom sink. When she was ready she came to me. She’d put lipstick on her mouth and nipples, and edged the red with a thin black line to make her puffy lips stand out even more than they did normally.

  “Now you,” she said, holding up a lipstick. “Remember that big ‘X’ you drew on Star’s window?”

  I held still while she put lipstick on my mouth. The stickiness was like sex, and when we kissed in the bubbles we rubbed the stickiness all over our faces. In the warm water we flowed around each other, touching every part underwater so that I couldn’t tell where I left off and she began. Or we’d copy each other — when I played with her boobies she’d play with mine. I got enormously hard, like a tower, and it stuck out of the bubbles so that we both laughed. She’d touch it, or put her tongue in the tip for a minute, but the idea we both got into was just to play in the water. When she had to pee, I told her to do it in the water, and put my hand down there to feel the piss jet erupt against my wrinkled fingers.