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by
Paul Kavanagh

Kojack gripped Lucy by the neck with his teeth. Lucy lowered her back and assumed the mating position. Intromission was achieved. Kojack started to ride Lucy. Lucy was making all kinds of strange noises. Kojack was a good lover. Watching them Billy found himself with a hardon. When Kojack sunk his teeth deeper into Lucy because Lucy had moved Billy filled his pants.

It was a funny episode. Billy was taking a shit. He was reading a magazine. From the toilet he could see the front door. He lived in a cheap apartment. The magazine was full of half naked young girls. No matter how much Billy surveyed the girls he couldn�t get aroused. So instead he perused his stars. Suddenly, there was a bang and the front door was opened. Two young black kids had kicked in the front door with the intention of robbing his apartment. Standing at the front door their eyes went straight onto Billy sitting with a magazine open and his pants around his ankles. Billy paralyzed dropped the magazine and stared at the black kids. The black kids were suddenly caught in an inertial perplexity, for what they saw stunned them, Billy�s flaccid cock instantaneously became erect and shot. Seeing the come projected from the erect cock disturbed them. As the last drops of come was dripping from Billy�s cock the black kids turned and closed the front door behind them. Billy bowled over by his sudden erection and orgasm sat upon the toilet and watched the come dry upon the wall opposite him. When Alice got home she found Billy still sat on the toilet with his pants around his ankles and the magazine open before him. She hadn�t noticed the door. Billy�s cock was still erect. He was still swirling down from that zenith. It had been a long declivity.

Bored of the bedroom they now fucked on the balcony. Hughes stood behind Lucy and penetrated her; Lucy would lean precariously over the balcony and watch the cars on the busy road. Lucy even before her labia majora had been touched knew that she would not come. Hughes had to fight the ennui, each time his desire was lost in the doldrums, he looked out onto the road and transported himself into a passing car and once in that car he would look upon the balcony and watch a man fucking Lucy from behind. Hughes was fucking Lucy over the balcony when a car crashed and the driver and passenger were killed. Hughes filled Lucy�s cunt up instantaneously. In fact both came together � they had reached that zenith together. Afterwards, Hughes picked out Lucretius and read the passage about the sailors drowning and how happy it had made Lucretius, him not being swallowed by the sea also. After reading Lucretius Hughes told Lucy that they would have to see another crash. But crashes are hard to come by and so Hughes and Lucy found themselves in the doldrums once again.

� You like golf?� asked George lying on his bunk. It was a rhetorical question, Billy had pictures of Golfers on his wall. George put down his book and looked seriously at Billy. �Yes,� answered Billy. �Ok then,� said George, �now getting that ball in the hole is easy, correct?� �Can be,� said Billy. �How hard would it be if the hole kept moving, if it closed almost?� asked George. George was now sat up. �It would be damn hard,� said Billy trying to picture the hole moving on the green. �That�s why I killed em. Them holes kept moving,� stated George.

Billy was declared a sadist. He wasn�t in the same league as Vacher, Jack the Ripper, Gilles de Rais, shit he wasn�t even on the same page as George. The judge gave George four life sentences. George had run amok. George was now on everybody�s hit list. He had killed and sodomized young girls. His hunting patch had been the projects. Now their daddies, who were doing time also, wanted to sodomize and kill George. Billy was a sadist. His psychiatrist had elucidated to Billy his condition.

During fucking Billy liked to bite Alice�s neck, the same way as Kojack sunk his fangs into Lucy. Alice was oblivious of the correlation. The pain was intense and she moaned and this only seemed to aggravate Billy�s actions. He would slap her, twist her nipples, remove his cock and sodomize her while slapping her cunt. He would penetrate her anus with his thumb and then smear it surreptitiously across her mouth. Sometimes, she found through the nebula that she was enjoying the experience. Sometimes, she couldn�t help but tell Billy what she wanted doing to her.

Billy drowned Lucy. He had placed her in a black bag filled with rocks, she was pregnant, and threw her into the river. As the black bag disappeared Billy achieved.

Billy conceded that he didn�t really want to rape the girl. Instead, he wanted to shit on her. He didn�t want to deflower her, he wanted to soil her. It was all about humiliation, all he wanted to do was humiliate the girl and over power her. He wanted to be potentate over the situation.

Sex

Turds

Billy was blaming his wife. During sex Billy�s wife inexorably took control. She overwhelmed him; she humiliated him, though she didn�t know it. Each time she told him of her wishes she over powered him.

Wife

Pain

Hughes was fucking Lucy on the balcony. Both were just fucking for fucking sake. Neither really wanted to be there, but something innate had brought them to this situation. Hughes was lackadaisically ramming his cock into Lucy. Hughes couldn�t be bothered to slap Lucy or sink his teeth into her - that would have been too onerous. It was Lucy that first noticed the couple. She picked up on a sound. She caught Hughes� attention and pointed to the couple. They were barely illuminated. They were fighting. No, the girl was struggling and the man was holding her tightly. The girl was being coerced to the ground. The girl was trying to scream but the man had his hand over her mouth. Hughes was aroused, overwhelmingly aroused. And so was Lucy. As they fucked they watched the struggle unfold. The man unable to penetrate the girl jerked off while he was lying on top of her. Hughes and Lucy omnivorously watched every second and when the man came over the girl Hughes and Lucy couldn�t help but come. It was more than a vicarious moment; there was a nexus. After wiping themselves down they phoned the police.

� Paul Kavanagh
Reproduced with permission

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