in a voice like warm, exotic fluid while mouths & tongues still laved my chest & more hands stroked my legs. “Ain’t no one special never come through here–”
“I assure you, Miss, I’m hardly special. You should see my reviews–”
“—then all’s a sudden you come along’n catch that devil’s-dick-suckin’ bag’a swamp scum that did that awful thang ta Sary. Howard, you’se the first hero we’se ever seen!”
This again! “Really, girls, you’re very lovely; in fact, if there were one word I could deem accurate enough to be applied to the physical beauty of you all . . . it would be the word superlative— ”
The crowd of faces peering down burst into chattery laughter.
“Hush, now, with yer fancified words,” cooed the albiness. Her eyes seemed even to glow a startling red. “Just go on’n give us what we need. Cain’t hardly believe ya wouldn’t wanna.”
Another face–hovering over magnificent breasts, mind you–urged forward into greater moonlight, & considered with concern, “Less’n yer one’a them homo -types, a queer- boy. Well, is ya?”
Even in the crush of this calamity, I frowned, “I assure you ladies, I most incontestably am of no such persuasion–”
“He’s right!” another one, a huge-eyed–and huge- bosomed –blonde exclaimed.
Another, in a lovely, lilting voice: “Well, holy everlivin’ shit! ”
& another pixie simply squealed in glee.
“Bleechy!” squealed another. “Git’cher ass off’a him so’s we can all see!”
Back-lighted by a shaft of lunar light, the albiness–“Bleechy,” I’d now been given notice–began to rise from her uncouth but not unpleasing straddle, the shifty moonlight turning her sprawl of kinky hair to a sex-spirit’s orphic aura; & when she stepped aside–
The response of the remaining women couldn’t have been more gleefully mad. Exclamations of the most shrill & giddy approval shot from every voluptuous mouth.
“Gawd, durn! It’s huge!”
A whistle of giggles, then: “It looks like a shaved weasel, it does!”
“This hero-man shore got himself a rig, don’t he?”
“That there’s enough dang meat ta hang in a blammed smokehouse!”
I could not conceive as to their meaning, but then, another shrieked & blurted:
“Why, that’s the biggest motherfuckin’ dick I ever gandered in my life! ”
Preposterous. Evidently they were referring to the dimensions of my genitals, though I‘m quite certain they sported nothing especial in that department. They must only be saying such things to be polite to a visitor . . .
Now the albiness, Bleechy, stood over me, one bare foot to either side of my hips, her hands on her own hips, & she looked down red-eyed in the tinseled moonlight & in a manner purred like a feline. My eyes roved slowly upward, examining every perceptible detail of her luscious physique. She was an ivory tower of the most succulent, intoxicating woman-flesh. “Howard, you are, I say you are shorely somethin, you is. Like a breath’a fresh air come through this shit-hole. A hero–”
My eyes rolled. “Miss, in all seriousness, I’m not a h–”
“–and smart as a whip and all full’a big fancified city words–”
“I’ll admit, I’m a bit bookish, have been since I was four. See, I was taught to read early, as well as possessing a connatural proclivity for reading–”
“–and handsome –”
Speechlessness struck me like lightning.
“–and mixed up with all that, what’choo got ‘tween yer legs? A pecker bigger’n any one ever been part’a this clan! ”
A gulp seized me. Could this be true? No! It was only graciousness that urged remarks of such kudos. Notwithstanding, I wasn’t here to be complimented (nor raped by a bevy of young women so attractive they existed essentially as caricatures of feminine desire!) Happenstance had navigated me here, happenstance & only that. All that weighed on my mind–Bliss—had been relinquished to some subconscious repository
“I assure you, Miss, I’m hardly special. You should see my reviews–”
“—then all’s a sudden you come along’n catch that devil’s-dick-suckin’ bag’a swamp scum that did that awful thang ta Sary. Howard, you’se the first hero we’se ever seen!”
This again! “Really, girls, you’re very lovely; in fact, if there were one word I could deem accurate enough to be applied to the physical beauty of you all . . . it would be the word superlative— ”
The crowd of faces peering down burst into chattery laughter.
“Hush, now, with yer fancified words,” cooed the albiness. Her eyes seemed even to glow a startling red. “Just go on’n give us what we need. Cain’t hardly believe ya wouldn’t wanna.”
Another face–hovering over magnificent breasts, mind you–urged forward into greater moonlight, & considered with concern, “Less’n yer one’a them homo -types, a queer- boy. Well, is ya?”
Even in the crush of this calamity, I frowned, “I assure you ladies, I most incontestably am of no such persuasion–”
“He’s right!” another one, a huge-eyed–and huge- bosomed –blonde exclaimed.
Another, in a lovely, lilting voice: “Well, holy everlivin’ shit! ”
& another pixie simply squealed in glee.
“Bleechy!” squealed another. “Git’cher ass off’a him so’s we can all see!”
Back-lighted by a shaft of lunar light, the albiness–“Bleechy,” I’d now been given notice–began to rise from her uncouth but not unpleasing straddle, the shifty moonlight turning her sprawl of kinky hair to a sex-spirit’s orphic aura; & when she stepped aside–
The response of the remaining women couldn’t have been more gleefully mad. Exclamations of the most shrill & giddy approval shot from every voluptuous mouth.
“Gawd, durn! It’s huge!”
A whistle of giggles, then: “It looks like a shaved weasel, it does!”
“This hero-man shore got himself a rig, don’t he?”
“That there’s enough dang meat ta hang in a blammed smokehouse!”
I could not conceive as to their meaning, but then, another shrieked & blurted:
“Why, that’s the biggest motherfuckin’ dick I ever gandered in my life! ”
Preposterous. Evidently they were referring to the dimensions of my genitals, though I‘m quite certain they sported nothing especial in that department. They must only be saying such things to be polite to a visitor . . .
Now the albiness, Bleechy, stood over me, one bare foot to either side of my hips, her hands on her own hips, & she looked down red-eyed in the tinseled moonlight & in a manner purred like a feline. My eyes roved slowly upward, examining every perceptible detail of her luscious physique. She was an ivory tower of the most succulent, intoxicating woman-flesh. “Howard, you are, I say you are shorely somethin, you is. Like a breath’a fresh air come through this shit-hole. A hero–”
My eyes rolled. “Miss, in all seriousness, I’m not a h–”
“–and smart as a whip and all full’a big fancified city words–”
“I’ll admit, I’m a bit bookish, have been since I was four. See, I was taught to read early, as well as possessing a connatural proclivity for reading–”
“–and handsome –”
Speechlessness struck me like lightning.
“–and mixed up with all that, what’choo got ‘tween yer legs? A pecker bigger’n any one ever been part’a this clan! ”
A gulp seized me. Could this be true? No! It was only graciousness that urged remarks of such kudos. Notwithstanding, I wasn’t here to be complimented (nor raped by a bevy of young women so attractive they existed essentially as caricatures of feminine desire!) Happenstance had navigated me here, happenstance & only that. All that weighed on my mind–Bliss—had been relinquished to some subconscious repository
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