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Topping joker
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From: [email protected] (averti)
Subject: Story, averti, repost, Topping Joker
Date: Wed, 21 Apr 1993 19:12:00 GMT
CONSUMER ALERT:
Somebody asked me if I would repost this story, as one example of ``non-
traditional'' topping--that is, more psychological and directly sexual than
constrained and painful. This is but one of the skillion possible ways to Do
the Work, but I think it does show a bit of sequence and imagination.
This is the ``me'' of several years ago, pretty tightly wrapped and locked. But
the emotional connection remains.
There is a slight technical violation of the principles of safe sex in this
story. Let it pass.
Many thanks for all your comments and compliments on this series of
stories.
averti
*** averti tops Joker ***
Toby, Joker, and I were drinking and talking in a private back room at the
Iron Circle. Joker was complaining about a friend of hers, a fellow Bike Dyke,
who was undergoing a strong and stormy ``Daddy'' period.
``Pardon my immense ignorance'' I said, wiping beer off my mustache,
``but what constitutes a lesbian's daddy?''
Joker glared at me, the ignorant man. ``Similar to what constitutes a
faggot's daddy,'' she said. ``That's why it's sick for a woman.''
Toby smiled her warm, curvy smile. ``A woman who once wore a barb-wire bra
is calling somebody else's fantasy sick.''
``Yeah'' I chimed in. ``Notion of a gay woman wanting a strong older male
figure to top her got you all in a Politically-Incorrect lather, no?''
Joker gave me her class I evil stare. I know her well, and I'd trust
her with my life, but that stare causes another part of my brain to
brace my feet against the floor and look around for an unblocked exit.
``You fools don't know what you're talking about'' she grated. Clearly
this conversation was not about Joker's friend. It was about Joker
herself. Long-faced and pale-skinned, with spiky red exploding out
of her head, she looked like the toughest, most frightening creature
on the South Side. But behind the chilling green-blue eyes was another
expression. There was a friend in need in there. A friend beloved by
Toby and me. A friend who couldn't ask for it, but would like
some help.
I reached over and wrapped my hand around Joker's hard, scuffed paw.
``A woman might have a chance to find out if there's anything to this
daddy thing if-''
``Forget it!''
I squeezed her hand. ``--if she had one or two close friends who would
work through it with her. Close friends who knew her backwards and
forwards and loved her'' I lowered my voice for emphasis,``a _great_
deal...''
Toby added ``There's never been anything we couldn't do, Joker, not
since we were kids.''
Joker looked at us. She reclaimed her hand and laughed nervously. ``Well...
you guys don't have any trouble reading ME like a book--a comic book,
at that.'' She looked down. ``Um, I have been having these dreams lately...''
Toby sat straight up in her chair. The woman loves dreams. She'd rather
dream the news than listen to it on the radio, and when anybody brings
her a dream, she dives in and analyses the dream until she squeezes
it flat. ``Dreams! All right! Now we're getting somewhere.'' Toby pulled
a large wad of money out of her purse and headed for the door. ``Let's
go to my place. Now!''
Joker and I looked at each other and shrugged. We followed our tall,
rangy friend out through the bar. ``Hey, Toby, that's an awfully large
wad of money you left for just three beers.''
``That's all right.'' Toby tossed her thick auburn curls and searched
for the keys to her Morgan. ``It's Sri Lankan currency. Very colorful
but hardly worth shit.''
***
As a playroom went, Toby's would have made a good gymnasium or dance studio.
There was practically no furniture except a giant futon. The floors were
covered in thick grey washable industrial carpet. Two walls were comprised
entirely of plate mirrors. The third wall opened to a hallway to the kitchen,
and a view deck with sliding doors.
I stood just behind Joker. We looked at our reflections in the mirror wall
accross the way. Joker, in front of me, was all whippet-thin and
tense, in her leather jacket, old jeans, and oily boots. I loomed over
her shoulder, six or eight inches taller, a bulky, vaguely obscure looking
guy with a beard and hair half-brown, half silver. I put my hands on
Joker's shoulders and we just stood there awhile, not saying anything,
not feeling the need to. I love women, and I love touching women, not
the obvious touching of the conventional sex act, but blending
touching, letting the essence of the other person radiate through my
hands. In some ways, I felt Joker and I could talk better through touch,
since, many times, talking through speech had gotten us into some
amount of trouble.
Well, I touched her now because in a minute or so, I was going to
stop being me. I was going to become daddy, not by name, but by force
of will. Once the scene started, the tender touches would be deferred.
***
``Ground rules'' Joker rapped.
``Proceed.''
``Safe sex all the way. No feet-off-the-floor suspension, I've got a weak
shoulder girdle. And no actual fucking.''
I raised my eyebrows. ``Care to rephrase that a little bit, butch? Your
submission is militant enough as it is.''
Joker looked down. ``Okay, you're right. Please don't put your penis in my
vagina. Much as I love you, I don't think I can deal with it.''
``Better. Since you ask me so nicely, I'll make every effort to comply.''
***
I walked nearer to where Joker stood. ``All right'' I said evenly. ``There's
an invisible steel plate bolted to the floor right under where you are
standing. There's a steel pole sticking up out of the plate, and it goes in
through your asshole and out the top of your head. This does not hurt, but it
makes it impossible for you to leave this spot or bend at the waist. Do you
understand?''
``Yes Sir.''
``Now I want you to take off your clothes, without violating the control of
the pole. Take all the time you need.''
Joker bit her lip, then slowly shucked out of her leather jacket and let it
slump to the floor, without violating her rigid, fixed position. She scraped
off first one boot and then the other, using the opposite foot, and kicked
the boots away. Then she hesitated.
``Sir?''
``Yes?''
``How can I take off my shirt and pants if I can't get them over the pole?''
``Good question, little girl. The pole is only there for _you_. The clothing
will pass over it with no problem.''
Joker nodded, getting a warning glare from me. She popped the waistband of her
501's, udid the fly buttons, and managed to get the jeans down her legs and
off her feet without seeming to leave the control of the pole. She stood in
the spotlight wearing simple cotton jockeys and an old, faded tee shirt.
``Once again, I notice women take off their pants before their top'' I
murmured to Toby. ``Men save their pants for last.''
Toby grinned. ``That's 'cause what women have in their pants is prettier than
what men have in theirs.''
``Got that right.'' I noticed Joker taking hold of the hem of her tee shirt,
preparing to pull it off over her head. ``Minute'' I said. ``Pull that hem
down, not up.''
Joker complied, pulling down on the front of the tee shirt so that it
stretched snugly against her chest.
``I don't see any nipple evidence under that shirt'' I mocked. ``You DO have
nipples, do you not.''
``Yes Sir.''
``And they do get hard, do they not?''
``Yes Sir.''
``Well, kindly make your nipples erect before you remove your shirt. I like
the look of a tee shirt rising over a nice healthy pair of hard nipples.''
``Yes Sir.'' Joker placed a hand over each breast and began to rub and tease
the points through the thin cotton fabric.
***
Totally nude, Joker was...fascinating. Different. I couldn't come up with a
word for it, exactly. Joker's arms and legs were lean and corded with muscle,
not as a bodybuilder's, just hard and whip-strong without any extra padding of
fat. Her plated abdominal muscles were clearly differentiated, and her ribs
defined all the way up to under her arms. Her hard, high breasts, milky white
with small, erect rose tips, rode solidly on her upper chest.
Joker's butt was like that of a young man, flat, concave on the flanks. Her
legs were slim and femininely tapered, but her knees and shins bore the
scars and scrapes of the hardcore biker. Her pubic hair was a different red
than her head, a hot, rusty-orange-red. Small puffs of this hair showed under
each armpit and there was a fine dusting of it along her thighs and shins.
***
I said in an aside to Toby, ``Isn't she magnificent?''
``No other word for it.''
``That's the closest thing to a human bird of prey you'll ever see in real
life...''
``Maybe she's not human. Maybe she's some kind of Romulan or something.''
I smiled and walked closer to Joker. I reached out and traced a fingertip down
from Joker's chin, down between her breasts, around her navel, and stopped at
the beginning of her red pubic patch. ``God, I love women!'' I said.
``Some of them'' Toby qualified.
``Yeah, well, God, I love _you_ women!''
***
``Assume parade rest'' I ordered. Joker was a little slow. ``You _do_
remember how to assume the position of parade rest, do you not?'' I barked.
``Or did you spend three years in the Army shooting pool and licking pussy?''
Joker snapped into the correct position, legs apart, hands loosely clasped
behind her back, head up, chest out. The tension in her body made her appear
almost to vibrate in space.
``Thank YOU, little girl'' I said sarcastically. ``You are now locked into
that position until informed otherwise. You cannot move your feet or
unclasp your hands. Is that clear?''
``Yes Sir!''
``You are one toned specimen, little girl'' I said conversationally. I
stepped close to her and ran one calloused hand down her shoulder, along
her waist, down over her hip, and along the outside of her leg down to the
floor, a kind of frisking motion. Joker quivered minutely like a race horse.
I stood in front of Joker and reached around her to catch hold of her buttocks
with my big hands. I squeezed her biker's ass, enjoying the hard tension of
the lean muscles. I ran my hands up and down Joker's butt and flanks, pulling
the woman into me so that her face was buried in my chest. She did not change
her footing nor relax her clasped hands.
I leaned back, rocking back on my heels until my weight shifted backwards.
Joker went with me; she had no choice. Her pointed chin dug into my chest
muscles. Her body was as stiff as a drawn bow, with tight muscles opposing
themselves and each other. ``Relax, little girl'' I murmured into her ear.
She didn't relax. I ran my cupped hands up and down her buttocks, stroking,
petting, enjoying the feel of the velvety toned skin and flesh. I used the
thumb and finger of one hand to slightly spread her hard buttcheeks apart,
and found and tickled her little muscular anal ring with the fingers
of the other hand.
Joker flinched.``Easy, little girl'' I soothed. I continued making small
lazy circles on and around her tight butthole, keeping my touch to the
featheriest lightness. Her anus was silky smooth, slightly moist, and ringed
with the finest feathery fringe of dark orange hair. (If you haven't stroked
the asshole of somebody you love lately, I recommend it highly. Those that
don't necessarily _look_ that pretty still _feel_ beautiful; the skin is among
the most protected of the whole body, and in between the two or three times a
day it is called upon to do its original duty, the asshole rides around
protected in the dark, resting and smiling its secret smile.)
I played with Joker's rectum until I got the half groan/half sigh and the
muscle relaxation I was looking for. She leaned into me, not exactly limp
but much less locked. I slipped the first half inch of my middle finger into
her asshole--it seemed like I could go at least that far in its dry state
without causing any damage--and wiggled the finger in a silly fashion. The
hard biker bitch forgot herself completely for a second; she giggled like a
teenager and rotated her bottom on my hand, trying suck more of the questing
finger up into her secret interior.
I took my hand away and made her stand up straight. ``Let's not get TOO loose
just yet'' I said with mock sternness. I could hear Toby behind me snickering
away like a loon. I glared at Joker and then slowly brought my hand up and
stuck the ass-poking finger in my mouth. ``Hmmm...30 weight'' I said
seriously. Toby cracked up and fell down laughing hysterically.
***
That little comedy relief was just what we all needed. Not a very strict
adherence to scene, perhaps, but it loosened everything at just the right
time. Besides which, I love to see a nude woman laugh.
Getting myself together, I went over to the base of the futon and opened
one of the drawers. I took out some small objects and put them in the pocket
of my jeans. I walked up behind Joker and leaned my chin over her shoulder
in a half-intimate, half-threatening fashion. I shook one of the metal
objects I had taken from the drawer. It made a silvery tinkling sound.
``Do you know what I have here, little girl?'' I asked.
``Sir, it sounds like a bell.'' She straightened her face.
``Very good. It's a bell on one end, and a nice clean bright sharp toothy
alligator clip on the other.'' I got a satisfactory stiffening of the back
when I reached the words `alligator clip.'``Would you like to jingle like a
bell, little girl?''
``Oh, yes Sir! Please attach some bells to me.'' Her lips stayed parted when
she finished speaking, and a little pink tongue-tip peeked out and then
hid away.
I padded around in front. She was still at perfect parade rest, a fine
sheen of fresh sweat gleaming on her face, chest, and shoulders. Her
sculpted little nipples were as hard and shiny as gemstones. I eyed her
nipples, and then smiled in her face. ``Nope. That would be too--
too _trite_, I think. I think what we'll do is start off'' I knelt in
front of her,`` down around HERE!'' I swiftly grabbed her left labia majora,
got a good healthy handful, and snapped the bell clip over Joker's hot,
tender flesh. She quivered, said nothing.
I attached another bell clip similarly to the other pussy lip. They made
an attractive picture, dangling amidst her fire-engine pubic hair and
creating a white patch on each carmine labium.
I stepped back. ``How does that feel, little girl?'' I asked.
``Sir. Feels _good_, Sir.''
I took a deep breath and barked ``Ten-hut!!'' Joker's arms clicked to her
sides, her feet slammed together at the heels, and ``ching-ching'' went the
little bells.
``Hmmm...'' I mused. ``That's very nice, but the sound is lost among all that
whapping and snapping. Tell you what, resume parade rest.'' ching-ching...
*** end part 1 of 2 ***
*** averti tops Joker ***
*** begin part 2 of 2 ***
I pretended to have a bright idea. ``I know. We'll let YOU decide where and
how loudly you jingle, little jinglebell girl. Put out your hand.''
Joker held out her palm. I put six more of the bell clips into it. ``You put
them on, little girl, where you decide they do the most good. None on the
nipples, mind you; we've got other plans for those.''
****
She bent, and with a strange expression that was a smile from the mouth down
and a grimace of pain from the eyes up, she attached two more of the clips to
her outer lips, one on each side. Joker took more of a pinch of the furry meat
than I had, which was the correct way to do it. She looked up at Toby and me,
grinned, and, using the clips as handles, pulled her pussy open, very wide.
The colors and tonal variations inside her cunt were indescribably beautiful,
a whole range of wet pastel roses and madders and carmines and ivory. I looked
into her open pussy and felt an almost religious respect. Also, the almost
religious erection that I had been carrying around got a few degrees harder.
As we watched with lip-licking fixity, Joker placed two more of the clips
between her legs, this time catching and pinching her rather small labia
minora. As soon as she recovered from the flaming joy of this latest
attachment, she placed the last two clips just short of the apex of the arch
at the top of her glowing vulva. She sucked in a breath and stood straight,
mutely inviting us to admire her handiwork.
Joker now had eight bell clips attached to various parts of her sex. Two on
each side of her outer lips, two defining her inner lips, above her vagina and
roughly even with her minute urethra, and two attached just on the edge of
her winglike upper inner shroud, just kissing the lower curve of her
now-prominent clitoris. I took her loosely by the shoulders and made her body
sway and undulate. The bells rang, faintly, randomly, in solo and in chorus. I
reached down and tweaked the clips closest to her core, and she quivered and
bent at the knees.
I was hot, passionately hot, too hot, hot enough to lose my top's control over
this terrifying entity. I owed Joker better than that, so I backed away, got
my cool back. ``How do the clips feel now?'' I asked, lamely.
She flashed a cutting gleaming eye at me and bared her teeth. ``Sir, the clips
feel like I'm being burned and frozen at the same time.'' She voluntarily
shimmied her body until the bells positively jangled.
``Is your pussy wet?'' I asked. ``Put your fingers inside yourself and show us
how wet you are.''
Joker half-squatted, slipped three long fingers up into her junction. The
bells sang. She withdrew the fingers, held them up for Toby and me to see. The
fingers glistened with thick, slippery natural lube.
``Taste it'' I ordered. She placed the tips of the fingers in her mouth and
closed her eyes as she tasted. ``Is it good?'' I asked. She nodded and
murmured something around the fingers. ``Put your fingers back in again'' I
demanded. ``Get some more wetness.'' She did as I asked.
I stepped over and guided Joker's hand to my mouth. I placed the fingers
in my mouth as if they were the mouthpiece to some musical instrument I
was about to play. Her hand tasted complicated and dangerous, sweet and
alkaline and salty and mysterious all at the same time. I sucked every bit of
pussy juice off her fingers and then gave her back her hand. ``You taste
_hot_, little girl, is what you taste like. You taste like sex and motor oil
and strong women, and old leather and alley fights and clenched assholes, and
the tongues and nipples of high school girls...''
``Sir, that's my life you're tasting.''
``I know it is.''
***
I was sitting on the floor, back up against the futon, my legs spraddled out
in front of me. Joker was lying, pieta-like, between my legs with her
shoulders and head on my chest. I had reached over her shoulders and taken
possession of each dark little nipple. I had been playing with those nipples
for at least twenty minutes, the kind of pinch-pull-twist-squeeze-caress
playing that gets to be a means and an end in itself after a while.
Toby was sitting on the other end of the futon her wraparound skirt
hiked up over her waist. She had some kind of a long, thin stick (who,
after all, would be more likely to have a long, thin stick?) and she was
teasing Joker's belled pussy, sneaking from clip to clip, causing the bells to
softly ring. As Toby teased Joker, she rubbed and fondled her own dark vulva,
as always graceful as a dancer in making love to herself.
Joker was plastered up against me like she wanted to push back through and
emerge on the other side. I could feel her bottom wiggling on the (now soaked)
carpet and her legs tensing and untensing every time I squeezed a nipple. I
knew we were headed for a closure but I didn't have any notion of what kind
it should be.
``Sir?'' Joker looked up at me. Her face was red and white at the same
time, and running with clean, sexual-smelling sweat.
``Yeah, little girl. What is it?''
``Sir, would you please...er, fu-fuck me?''
I was thrown offstride. ``Say what?''
``Sir, I take back my limitation. Please fuck me! I want you to fuck me! I
NEED you to fuck me...''
I raised my eyebrows. ``You mean, like real, vanilla, conventional-type
fucking where I put my cock in your pussy and like that?''
Joker began to cry. I was astonished! ``Yes, dammit! I'm hurting real bad,
averti, _real_ bad, and I need you to do what I ask.''
She was going out of scene. I looked over at Toby with alarm and uncertainty.
Toby made a hold-on gesture and mouthed ``go with it!''
``Joker, you're about to break scene here. Is that what you want?''
``No. Yes. I dunno! If that's what it takes.''
``Let me get this straight. Do you want to call Safeword?''
She twitched in my arms. ``No! I never called Safeword in my life!''
``But you do want me to fuck you? And break the terms of the scene?''
``If you can. Please, averti! I _hate_ crying!'' And she began to cry all the
harder.
I thought it all over for a few seconds. Then I said, ``Joker, I love you. Do
you believe me?''
She nodded, still snuffling.
``Good. Then I'm calling off the scene.''
Joker stared at me, her wet eyes suddenly as big as saucers.
I continued, with a gentle smile, ``Of course, I'll be needing a condom. I
don't fuck a close friend without wrapping the rascal.''
Then she REALLY started to cry. And so did Toby. And so did I. It felt
wonderful.
***
Toby conducted Joker over to the magic futon and laid her down. Joker
was moving like an accident victim. Toby stroked her and soothed her
and said cooing things to her while she detached the bell clips from Joker's
pussy. Joker was still crying, but softer now. I toweled my face and cursed
myself for my inadequacy. Playing rinky-dinky games with this woman, one of my
closest friends on earth, while she was burning up with a hurtful need right
in front of my stupid, superficial eyes! God dammit, I was still crying too!
I walked over sat down on the edge of the futon, gathered up Joker in my arms,
and just cuddled her, squeezed her, rocked her. My tears ran down to mingle
and splash with hers, tracking down her fine chest and exquisite little tits,
tracking across her hard belly...Toby got us all some champagne, and we
sat/lay in a big three-person knot, sipping and winding down on the crying and
not saying anything.
Finally, Joker looked up at me. ``Starr, I'm not really nothing but a hard,
mean biker bitch, am I?''
``Not to me, babe. To me you're a princess, and a treasure...you may be hard
on the outside, because you learned you had to be, but I know you _inside_,
where you're as sweet and as pure and as much of a WOMAN as it is possible to
be.'' Jesus, I _love_ saying stuff like that! Especially in all true sincerity.
Joker squeezed her blue-green eyes shut, then flung a long, taut arm around my
neck and pulled me into her for a kiss. No, not a kiss, make that a _kiss_!
Her lips forced mine open, her tongue seemed to leap into my mouth like a
snake and then go all over the inside and halfway down my throat before I
could even think! Not that I wanted to. I started kissing back out of sheer
fear of being subsumed alive. We came up for air at some later date. I heard
applause. We looked over across the futon and there was Toby, clapping and
grinning. She stopped clapping and began rubbing between her legs with one
long, strong hand.
I looked down at Joker in my arms. ``Jeez, everywhere I look in here there's
something dangerously hot to look at'' I said.
``Take off your pants, man'' Joker muttered, in a no-nonsense tone.
``Yes, Ma'am'' I said, getting out of my Levi's and briefs in the twinkling.
(Not the twinkling of an eye, just a twinkling.)
Toby winked at me and slid out of her wraparound skirt and blouse in one
extended motion. There I was in bed with two of the most wonderful women in
the history of the human race. Who says clean living doesn't pay off?
Joker dived for my cock and grabbed it in a death grip. ``Ow!'' I said.
``Obviously, you're feeling much better...You sure you know what to do with
that instrument?''
Joker stuck her tongue out at me, which only made me hotter. ``Hey, I've
fucked men before! It's one of those things you don't forget, like bicycle
riding. Besides, only last weekend I had a fist three-forths the size of
Toby's up my cunt all the way to the International Date Line. I'm sure I can
handle your `modest' sized appendage.''
I groaned. ``I'm sure you can, if we ever get that far. Right now, if you
don't stop yanking on it like a pump handle, I'm going to come all over your
knees, or sustain a sprain, or both.''
***
I fingered around in the outer parts of Joker's cunt. ``You are SO wet,
lover.''
``Well, we been at this for a couple of hours, it seems like'' she groaned.
``Please, pleeeease, put it in!''
Nice to hear. I supported some of my weight on one elbow and slowly, slowly
eased my condom-sheathed penis into Joker's body. First the head, just up to
the rim of the crown. I moved it back and forth and around in the wet, hot
opening. Joker made an animal noise. _I_ made an animal noise. Toby, lying
next to us, frigged her clitoris steadily and made a bunch of animal noises.
I slowly fed my cock in until I felt my pubic bone and hers begin to press
together with their pads of flesh. I thought I also felt the tip of my cock
encounter Joker's cervix; it might have been, my tool is average size
(whatever _that_ means) but Joker is a smallish woman and she was lying a
bit tilted up.
On the instroke I could feel Joker's clitoris very distinctly as it pressed
against the pad of flesh and hair above my genitals. It was as hard and
distinctly distended a clit as I ever rembered bumping into. I angled my
strokes in hopes of bestowing some good direct moves on her button.
***
``Fuck me hard! Do it to me NOW!!'' Joker crooned. I stroked evenly, deeply,
the rhythm of our lovemaking waving the futon under us so that Joker's body
rose to meet me on the down stroke. I used my cock like a drill, like a
paintbrush, like a tambourine; in and out and down and sideways; plunge and
hold, side to side...I fucked like an athlete, like a gymnast, but most of all
like a lover. There was so much love in the room that it glowed like
radiation. Joker and Toby and I hovered and revolved in a cloud of love and
lust.
Joker's face underwent the most remarkable and beautiful changes and
contortions as she got nearer and nearer. The facial versions of thoughts and
moans and groans flitted across her features; now she seemed to listening
intently for the sound of her orgasm approaching across some vast inner plain;
now she seemed to want to bite her own lips off to do justice to the terrible
pleasure in her center.
I fucked steadily, rolling, scraping my thighs along hers, bumping chests,
balancing on my elbows while I grabbed her neck just below the ears and
stroked her head. In time, I caught the slowing of her rhythm. Her arms and
legs contorted into steel bands. Joker's middle and bottom rose up from the
surface of the bed, carrying my pistoning hips aloft with them. I kept doing
what I was doing.
Joker screamed. It was the sort of scream you emit when you drape your bare
leg over a hot exhaust pipe--half fear, half `what-the-hell- IS-this?'. Her
hips bucked violently. I held on for dear life. She screamed again. Somebody
else screamed. Who the hell was that? Oh. Toby. She was over on the side of
the bed, her eyes glued to the junction of our genitals, strumming in the top
of her gorgeous pussy in a masturbatory blur. Good for you, Toby, I thought
fleetingly.
Joker's pussy clamped down on me. Even though I was expectant and ready, it
still blew me away. Put on a pair of hot, wet, slippery gloves and then grab
your dick as hard as you can, and if you don't faint outright, you'll get a
mild idea of the sensation. I couldn't move. Every time Joker's internal
clamps would loosen up the least bit, before I could take a breath and try to
move, she'd let out another holler and clamp down again. I think she was
coming with everything between her lungs and her knees. The muscle
contractions that played up and down her hard belly felt like a power
struggle in a bag full of snakes.
When I came it was almost a surprise. In between two of Joker's wrenching
contractions I felt the warmth in my balls blast up into the length of
my penis and settle, glowing, in the head. I was trapped in Joker's
rhythm; no complaints about that. The next time her grasp eased, my
cock fired its first spurt. My tough lover felt it, and both her body
and her mind responded; she arced up even farther toward me, strong and
agile as a circus performer. Her pussy contracted again--it felt like
a sub-orgasm on top of the main orgasm already in progress--and _milked_
the semen out of me. I groaned and babbled nonsense as she met me wave
for wave, until I came all the way down to my toes and back up again.
Even after my cock was spent and starting to go down, Joker's muscles were
still cycling through those last few waves of pleasure.
We fell down in a two-person heap. Vaguely, out of the corner of my
consciousness, I saw Toby's long, pale body, her hand pressed tightly
to her vulva, her chest heaving, her face wreathed in a big dirty grin.
The watchbird watched again, I thought happily. Then Joker and I tapered
off with some good old fashioned vanilla style kissing and body rubbing.
***
``Well, little--I mean, big girl, I'm sorry we had to break scene.''
Joker and Toby looked at each other and burst out laughing. I gaped. More
naked laughing women.
``Should we tell him?'' Joker asked.
``Yeah, he's probably too fucked-out to get violent.''
``Tell me what?''
Joker grinned like her comic book namesake. ``The whole thing was a setup.''
``I don't follow you.''
``I didn't give a shit about `daddy' or any of that stuff. I just wanted you
to top me. And I _really_ wanted you to fuck me.'' She affected a cartoon
voice. ``Oh, pleease don't put that great big penis in my little bitty 'gina,
Br'er Fox!''
My mind skidded and lost traction on _that_ corner. ``I'm flattered, I guess.
But what's with all the charade? You could have just come right out with it.''
``Negative. If I'd have just walked up and said `let's play, and please slip
me the meat' (a) you might not have taken me seriously, and (b) it would have
lacked the intensity that we got by doing it the roundabout way. And it WAS
intense.''
I hung my head. ``Oh, I feel so ..._used_.''
Joker laughed and tousled my hair. ``Poor baby. How long have we known each
other?''
``Going on three years, I guess.''
``Have you ever known me to have sex--real, deep, corner pocket fucking sex--
with a man during that time?''
``Er, no, but then I don't follow you around and keep notes.''
``Well, like I said, I wanted you to fuck me, and I wanted it to be emotional
and deep. And, God, it was! You fuck like a pimp, Starr!''
``Thanks, I think...'' I reached for a glass and took a big swig of something
bubbly. ``I love you, Joker, but you're gonna break my mind, one of these
days.''
``I certainly hope so...`Daddy.'''
*** end ***
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