The Cuck in literature: episode 10
Excerpt From: George Alexander. “Escapades of a Porno King.”
“The next day, Art decided that he wanted to try some of the mescaline that he had purchased. He offered it around, and found everybody willing. After all, nobody had anything else to do. Jack had tried mescaline before and needless to say, so had Teresa, and one or two others, but for most it was going to be their first trip. Jack was sure that was going to be just fascinating. Everybody took one capsule at about ten o'clock, and sat around waiting for things to happen. About an hour later, everybody was deciding that nothing at all was happening when suddenly Sal Fortunato, usually one of the quieter members of the group, began staring at one of the tapestries in the dining room with unusual intensity. “Jesus Christ,” Sal said, “come here and look at this fucking tapestry. It's really amazing. It looks like it's about three feet deep. I mean, the colors sort of separate themselves out into layers, and you can see some of them behinds others. Well, I guess old Sal has started on his way up,” Jack said, beginning to feel a little bit strange himself.
As he remembered, the most typical reaction to mescaline was to laugh for about a half an hour or an hour straight when you were first going up. Just as he recalled that bit of information, he heard an immense giggle from the porch, where Janice, Al Frederickson, and Dale Henry were sitting. Jack went to the window and looked out and saw Dale and Al tickling Janice ferociously. She had curled like a ball on the floor, and was clutching her arms around her knees in an effort to protect her stomach. Since she wore only a very short skirt, tight panties, and a blouse which was practically see-through, there was little left for the imagination, and her thighs, creamy white and full, and her buttocks, were fully exposed. Finally, she succeeded in launching a counter attack, pushing Dale back with her feet for a second and tickling Al ferociously. Al just lay there in an hysterical fit, almost like a fish out of water flopping around on a boat's deck. He was plainly being influenced by the mescaline, and was now completely unable to defend himself. After a few seconds, Dale recovered, and dove on Janice, virtually tearing her blouse off, and removing her skirt by grabbing it and pulling up till Janice's legs stuck straight up in the air. The skirt went flying off the porch and landed in a bush. Al was now crawling toward Janice, and started sucking on one of her nipples, while Dale tore off his pants, revealing his huge joint, ready for action. Janice, still laughing like crazy, obligingly spread her legs and awaited Dale's arrival.
Dale, the only black in the group, made an imposing figure as his dark body catapulted onto Janice's and his organ disappeared into her like a sword into a sheath. Soon they rolled over and Janice was on top, humping away. Al staggered up and, reeling as he walked, went around behind Janice. Dale obligingly stuck his hands back and spread the cheeks of Janice's ass, revealing its generous, loose hole. Al dropped his trousers, and, using the tossing circle of Janice's buttocks as a target, aimed for the bull's eye. By this time, five or six people were standing around on the porch, giggling like little c***dren, and cheering Al on. It took him quite a while to get his organ in contact with Janice's hole, which was suitably lubricated by the cunt juice that had flowed out of her and down into her crack while she was fucking Dale. Little by little he began to shove his cock in, and Janice was screaming and giggling and panting with pleasure the whole time. It was the first time Jack had ever seen somebody laughing while fucking, and it really struck him as strange. He always thought that humor and sex didn't go together. Maybe they only did on mescaline.
Anyhow, the trio seemed to be enjoying their giggling fuck, and after a few seconds of tangled limbs and missed attempts, Dale and Al managed to stand up with Janice between them, their dicks fully embedded in her from each side. Janice's tits were bouncing up and down like water balloons, as she locked her fingers behind Dale's neck and hung on for dear life. After what seemed like ages, she began to gasp and grunt, and slam herself down harder and harder on as if her flesh had turned to water, so fluidly did she ride this crest of pleasure, held up by two flaming, pumping organs. The two cocks, shoving in and out, reminded Jack of some kind of machine—of pistons in a car, maybe. Janice, all at once, started twisting violently back and forth, and began her climax.
Up till now, Jack had only experienced some indescribable but strange general sensations from the mescaline. Now, however, he found himself catapulted all at once into the strange world of the d**g experience. The weird configuration of people before him seemed suddenly to become detached from the porch. It was almost—as if the outlines of the three conjoined bodies were suddenly traced by a razor which slit the fabric of existence and detached them from it. For a moment, Jack lost the conception of the strange, writhing form as being composed of three human bodies, and saw it as a single surface, undulating in mid-aid in a weird rhythm. His eye fastened on Janice's thigh where it met her buttock, and was captured by the bizarre patterns that her flesh made as she bounced up and down.
Jack's vision instantly began to feed him data that he would not normally have received, or noticed. He could see, as he drew closer, the patterns that her pores made, like so many tiny, almost invisible dots, as her skin expanded and contracted. He could see the faintest traces of nearly invisible hairs, giving way to the complete baldness of her buttock. He could see her hip joint pressing the flesh outward, and the depression behind it, like a large dimple, on the side of her buttock. It was as though Jack was constantly going to sleep and waking up again, to discover every instant a strange and bewildering world. Janice's flesh looked to him like a barren arctic landscape, warmed only by the faintest pinkish-yellow glows from a sun far away on the horizon, about to set. Gradually, almost of itself, the focus of Jack's vision slid downward, and now, crouching, and from a distance of about two feet, he stared at the point where Al's dick disappeared into Janice's asshole. The hole, a tight, pink ring, was stretched so far that ordinarily Jack could not have believed it could withstand, such assault without tearing. But now, he had ceased to question such things, and the image of a machine took over his mind. In and out slid the shaft of Al's cock, its white-brown flesh and pale blue veins magically disappearing and reappearing again at an incredible rate. The hairs of Al's crotch were smashed continually between his own body and Janice's ass, and Jack could see them, after each stroke, springing back up, only to be flattened again. Al's balls swung up under Janice repeatedly, and Jack could see that sometimes they slid up along the shaft of Dale's cock as it pumped away at her cunt, and sometimes they brushed up against Dale's balls.”
“The next day, Art decided that he wanted to try some of the mescaline that he had purchased. He offered it around, and found everybody willing. After all, nobody had anything else to do. Jack had tried mescaline before and needless to say, so had Teresa, and one or two others, but for most it was going to be their first trip. Jack was sure that was going to be just fascinating. Everybody took one capsule at about ten o'clock, and sat around waiting for things to happen. About an hour later, everybody was deciding that nothing at all was happening when suddenly Sal Fortunato, usually one of the quieter members of the group, began staring at one of the tapestries in the dining room with unusual intensity. “Jesus Christ,” Sal said, “come here and look at this fucking tapestry. It's really amazing. It looks like it's about three feet deep. I mean, the colors sort of separate themselves out into layers, and you can see some of them behinds others. Well, I guess old Sal has started on his way up,” Jack said, beginning to feel a little bit strange himself.
As he remembered, the most typical reaction to mescaline was to laugh for about a half an hour or an hour straight when you were first going up. Just as he recalled that bit of information, he heard an immense giggle from the porch, where Janice, Al Frederickson, and Dale Henry were sitting. Jack went to the window and looked out and saw Dale and Al tickling Janice ferociously. She had curled like a ball on the floor, and was clutching her arms around her knees in an effort to protect her stomach. Since she wore only a very short skirt, tight panties, and a blouse which was practically see-through, there was little left for the imagination, and her thighs, creamy white and full, and her buttocks, were fully exposed. Finally, she succeeded in launching a counter attack, pushing Dale back with her feet for a second and tickling Al ferociously. Al just lay there in an hysterical fit, almost like a fish out of water flopping around on a boat's deck. He was plainly being influenced by the mescaline, and was now completely unable to defend himself. After a few seconds, Dale recovered, and dove on Janice, virtually tearing her blouse off, and removing her skirt by grabbing it and pulling up till Janice's legs stuck straight up in the air. The skirt went flying off the porch and landed in a bush. Al was now crawling toward Janice, and started sucking on one of her nipples, while Dale tore off his pants, revealing his huge joint, ready for action. Janice, still laughing like crazy, obligingly spread her legs and awaited Dale's arrival.
Dale, the only black in the group, made an imposing figure as his dark body catapulted onto Janice's and his organ disappeared into her like a sword into a sheath. Soon they rolled over and Janice was on top, humping away. Al staggered up and, reeling as he walked, went around behind Janice. Dale obligingly stuck his hands back and spread the cheeks of Janice's ass, revealing its generous, loose hole. Al dropped his trousers, and, using the tossing circle of Janice's buttocks as a target, aimed for the bull's eye. By this time, five or six people were standing around on the porch, giggling like little c***dren, and cheering Al on. It took him quite a while to get his organ in contact with Janice's hole, which was suitably lubricated by the cunt juice that had flowed out of her and down into her crack while she was fucking Dale. Little by little he began to shove his cock in, and Janice was screaming and giggling and panting with pleasure the whole time. It was the first time Jack had ever seen somebody laughing while fucking, and it really struck him as strange. He always thought that humor and sex didn't go together. Maybe they only did on mescaline.
Anyhow, the trio seemed to be enjoying their giggling fuck, and after a few seconds of tangled limbs and missed attempts, Dale and Al managed to stand up with Janice between them, their dicks fully embedded in her from each side. Janice's tits were bouncing up and down like water balloons, as she locked her fingers behind Dale's neck and hung on for dear life. After what seemed like ages, she began to gasp and grunt, and slam herself down harder and harder on as if her flesh had turned to water, so fluidly did she ride this crest of pleasure, held up by two flaming, pumping organs. The two cocks, shoving in and out, reminded Jack of some kind of machine—of pistons in a car, maybe. Janice, all at once, started twisting violently back and forth, and began her climax.
Up till now, Jack had only experienced some indescribable but strange general sensations from the mescaline. Now, however, he found himself catapulted all at once into the strange world of the d**g experience. The weird configuration of people before him seemed suddenly to become detached from the porch. It was almost—as if the outlines of the three conjoined bodies were suddenly traced by a razor which slit the fabric of existence and detached them from it. For a moment, Jack lost the conception of the strange, writhing form as being composed of three human bodies, and saw it as a single surface, undulating in mid-aid in a weird rhythm. His eye fastened on Janice's thigh where it met her buttock, and was captured by the bizarre patterns that her flesh made as she bounced up and down.
Jack's vision instantly began to feed him data that he would not normally have received, or noticed. He could see, as he drew closer, the patterns that her pores made, like so many tiny, almost invisible dots, as her skin expanded and contracted. He could see the faintest traces of nearly invisible hairs, giving way to the complete baldness of her buttock. He could see her hip joint pressing the flesh outward, and the depression behind it, like a large dimple, on the side of her buttock. It was as though Jack was constantly going to sleep and waking up again, to discover every instant a strange and bewildering world. Janice's flesh looked to him like a barren arctic landscape, warmed only by the faintest pinkish-yellow glows from a sun far away on the horizon, about to set. Gradually, almost of itself, the focus of Jack's vision slid downward, and now, crouching, and from a distance of about two feet, he stared at the point where Al's dick disappeared into Janice's asshole. The hole, a tight, pink ring, was stretched so far that ordinarily Jack could not have believed it could withstand, such assault without tearing. But now, he had ceased to question such things, and the image of a machine took over his mind. In and out slid the shaft of Al's cock, its white-brown flesh and pale blue veins magically disappearing and reappearing again at an incredible rate. The hairs of Al's crotch were smashed continually between his own body and Janice's ass, and Jack could see them, after each stroke, springing back up, only to be flattened again. Al's balls swung up under Janice repeatedly, and Jack could see that sometimes they slid up along the shaft of Dale's cock as it pumped away at her cunt, and sometimes they brushed up against Dale's balls.”
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