City of Singles

by Jason Bryan

  I slide myself out from under Liz and lean forward to slap Alicia’s wide ass. Her waist is narrower than it looked earlier, but that might be the liquor talking. My hand finds the top of her thighs from behind, rubbing her moist panties until her hips are grinding with the slow motions I’m making. I look at Liz and she’s staring me in the eyes, her right arm draped over the back of the couch, right leg over the side arm. Liz’s left hand is holding Alicia by the hair and grinding her face into her pussy, her left leg twitches with pleasure. Liz closes her eyes and all I can hear from Alicia is hard breathing and the sound of her lips sucking lips.

  I’m breathing hard, my finger slipping into Alicia’s soft wet folds and finding her clit. She lets out a muffled sigh. First I rub her clit to make her groan, then switch to a shallow, slow fingering of her hole for a bit before getting on my knees. Alicia’s beautiful backside is staring me in the face, reward circuits in my mind race with activity. Switching to my thumb, I start slow and rub her gently on the inside, pressing down and pulling back on the inside wall. Her hips react and she arches her back and shudders with sensations. “Uhnn!” Alicia moans, pulling her head out of Liz’s pussy. “Oh I love that ...” she barely says as Liz yanks her by the hair back into her crotch. Liz’s face looks serious when she’s getting licked. I thumb fuck Alicia for a few more moments, Liz’s lips and face need some cock.

  I stand up off the floor and put one leg on the couch. Leaning over I brace myself up against the wall and put my dick right in Liz’s face. She leans forward and pulls me closer with her free arm. One of my hands holds Liz by the hair, with her hand on my ass cheek to clawing me and pulling my cock deep into her mouth. A three freak circus, choruses of sex sounds play out from a big top, I’m the ringmaster of this coked up fuck fest. Concrete wall dust dries out my hands and distracts me from the fun, I pull back just as Liz moans. Penis spills out of her mouth and leaves a trail of spit on her cheek, both women let out gasps followed by low, horny growls. Liz pushes me to lay down on my back, while Alicia giggles as she pulls me towards her at the same time. “You go ... here!” Liz pushes me with a fist in the gut.

  “Turn ... haha, this way?” Alicia’s chin is wet with some of Liz’s honey.

  I ignore them both, bend down and flip Liz onto her stomach.

  “That tickled!” she giggles, while sitting back up on her knees to expose her spit glazed swollen pussy.

  I grab my shaft and it’s a bit less than fully hard. Right index and middle fingers find Liz’s opening and start to penetrate her deeply from behind, while my left had holds the back of Alicia’s head to get my cock started again. Alicia gets back to work and her spin cycle tongue works my dick into a fury, fast. I pull it out and it’s almost glowing red with an intense pressure inside of it. What power I feel. I pull my fingers out and line the head of my penis up with Liz’s pussy. She moans as it plays around inside of her folds and bumps up to her tight opening. She pushes back with her hips slightly and I’m lined up to go deep.

  Alicia stands up beside me and holds Liz’s ass cheeks open while looking inside.

  “So that’s what it looks like in person,” Alicia says with wonder. I give her a WTF look. “I mean, how it looks, not what, yeah!” she stammers.

  Liz rocks her hips back and forth, the head falling out of her lips and then back in again. The head is lined up again, feeling the ring of her inner muscles clench up and release. Hips pushing forward to get the head to slide inside, the ring of her pussy clamps down again much harder this time. I pull back and try and pull out, the inner ring of her pussy muscles holding me in. Incredible sensations shoot down my penis and into my balls, which send back a squirt of precum as I lose control and moan out loud.

  “Fuck!” I cry out.

  Liz turns her head back sharply “Fucken want that do you?” she barks back at me.

  I say nothing and Alicia reaches towards my balls and rolls them in her hands. Her narrow waist and round, bubble ass penetrate into my mind and capture my focus. I push with a little force and the ring around the head releases and I slide in halfway. Liz moans and I feel liquid run down my cock, Alicia’s hand finds my shaft and begins to rub Liz’s leaking cum down to the base and back up. Liz pushes back and I can feel my cock pulsing with pleasure again, my back arches and I slide in deeper, Alicia’s hand trapped between us. Alicia lets go and stands up, looks me in the eyes and kisses me. I reach down and move aside her panties, fingering her hole. My right hand slaps Liz’s ass and she pushes back down on me until I’m buried to the hilt.

  I fuck Liz doggystyle for the next fifteen minutes. Her tight pussy relaxes as its fucked open enough for a little air to sneak inside, sloppy wet sounds of crude and real sex fill our ears. Sweat streams down my back as my senses relish in these raw moments. My sexual gluttony aware of its own non-limits, my cock probes Liz’s insides, the sucking and slurping of her vaginal opening pulls a load of cum out of me and nothing could stop my bestial fucking, our animal mating. Fantastic new highs are reached while orgasm grips the body, my mind takes flight and I envision the pleasure centers in my brain.

  A mountain tall piano making Everest a small hill. German engineered, with slick Cupertino design queues gleaming with monochromatic appeal. Cut and polished platinum keys nuzzled together with the narrowest of tolerances between them, the ebony grand frame they rest in looking solid enough to support Atlas. Cocaine, the King of Titans, body muscled as a Greek god, carries two hammers of diamond. Black and white marble handles drilled through thick, rectangular bricks of polished clear carbon.

  They all come together in a symphony of destruction.

  Cocaine swings the hammers together and diamond pulverizes precious metal with each note. Platinum keys thundering as they are smashed, cataclysmic notes of pleasure reverberate in my brain. Cracks begin to warp the black pillars holding the sublime instrument up, the hateful conductor reaching his mighty crescendo. A final, deafeningly loud crash follows a double overhead swing that nearly vaporizes his hammers, the piano perishes into broken powder. I fall back on the couch mission successful; my second load inside Liz’s mangled cum ditch.

  Liz falls onto her side breathing heavy. “Oh fuck, I was just about to cum again,” she sighs. I can barely breathe. Sweat from my back soaks into the couch. Alicia has been watching and masturbating, now that we stopped, she pulled her hand out of her panties and walks into the kitchen. Moments later, she is back with a couple glasses of water. She’s still wearing her top. “Here you need this!” she hands me a glass of water, I pass it to Liz. Alicia passes me the other glass, reaches to the side of the couch, and grabs a blanket before sitting down on my left. Liz sighs and giggles, fanning air to her face with her free hand. Alicia cuddles up to me a little and closes her eyes. “That was hot, now I feel so snuggly. Lights flash behind my eyes when I close them.” Maybe we did M and not E. I breathe in and out deeply, still trying to catch my breath from the enormous orgasm I just had.

  On coke, it takes a little while to go from spent to ready again. I cuddle Alicia and cover up Liz with another blanket. We rest in the dark for nearly ten minutes before Liz sits up again.

  “Hey Dyl, remember she said she wanted to try everything?”

  “Yeah?”

  “She didn’t get fucked,” Liz states. Alicia’s eyes stay closed.

  “I think she’s sleeping anyways,” I wonder if I could go again, my cock is flaccid and I’m not feeling horny just yet.

  Liz leans over and looks at Alicia’s face. “You know she’s just shy. Just get on her other side and spoon fuck her. I’ll let you know if she starts smiling,” Liz is such a dirty bird. Alicia was listening the whole time and she smiles with a giggle.

  Standing up I survey the scene. Liz is covered up and watching, Alicia is under a blanket and now looking at me with nervous excitement. I pull the couch out from the wall and fold down the back rest, converting it into a bed. “Nice trick!” Liz is impressed, whoopie. Offering my naked body to Alicia, she
sits up to bend over for me, rubbing her pantied tush against my flaccid cock. Her large, round ass feels so warm, and her narrow waist makes her look ultra-feminine. The familiar rush of blood below the waist, the thick saliva taste in my mouth, both signs of a sex drive signaling that it’s ready to go.

  “She’s smiling Dyl, you rubbing her yet?” Liz asks.

  My index finger goes down and pulls aside her panties, the head of my cock finding a wet spot. Alicia sits up on her elbow and looks back at me with a smile. “Go gentle ... this is my first,” she whispers. I pause and look at Liz, her mouth wide open in shock.

  “What?” we say in unison.

  “Yeah,” Alicia looks down and closes her eyes briefly. “I watch a lot of porn and I’ve been on the pill since 16!” she says, perking her head up and opening her eyes.

  “I don’t know why I waited, I just did, now I’m wondering why I did?” Alicia smiles and her eyes open wide.

  Liz laughs. “Well, that shouldn’t stop you Dyl, what are you waiting for?” Liz sits up and holds Alicia’s hand.

  I’m starting to feel like this is really fucked up, but I’m suddenly too horny to really care.

  Feeling her tight opening, I slide my cock in her as gently as I can. Dipping it in to make sure it’s wet enough, and just going a little deeper each time, then giving it one hard thrust to pop it and it’s done. I’m buried to the hilt, and with one little shriek, Alicia moans and smiles. Liz offers up a high five, which I smack hard. Liz watches intently as my hips rock back and forth at different angles, finding that the pain of losing it only allows for one angle that feels good for her. The tightness fades a little as she relaxes, wetness soaking the front of my legs, and my right hip feels wet from being in a pool of her juices. She reaches back and holds onto my left forearm “Finish, soon ... it hurts, feels good ...” she moans. I sit up and straddle her sideways, my tempo rushing to a frantic pace for about 10 seconds before I spray inside of her virgin prize, and fall off the couch onto the cold concrete floor.

  Heavy breathing fills the room. I feel aches and pains, the drip in the back of my throat still lingers. Vodka taste coating every surface of my mouth. Pussy smelling lovely on my fingers. My nose stuffed and certainly bloody tomorrow. That salty, sweaty taste mixes with the unforgettable flavour of cocaine and snot running down my face. A cornucopia of party flavours only missing the taste of girl. Alicia and Liz embrace in a hug, they mumble some small talk and Liz congratulates her. Alicia giggles and describes how it feels to leak for her first time. My body may be on the floor, but my mind is soaring.

  Euphoria and Bliss are embracing on a patio at dusk, Chinese lanterns sway in the breeze. A brown silhouette of an old oak tree, branches swaying and blowing an ever growing ‘shhhh’ through leaves at the couple slowly dancing. The kiss they have in the moment is just that, a mere moment and nothing more. The fleeing experience of such a high only invites the storm coming on the horizon. The sky discolours from what a pretty sunset should be, turning to a shit brown and toxic green. Euphoria vomits on Bliss who falls down. Bliss turns to gaze up, green eyes hemorrhage and boil, the blood runs black under a defiled twilight sky.

  “Dyl? Dyl?” Liz is shaking me. “We’re grabbing a cab. You were snoring haha! Like a fucking chainsaw!” Liz is laughing. She’s back in her sexy blue dress. Alicia says she put a blanket on me, I don’t remember.

  “It was SO fun meeting you!” Liz says.

  Alicia laughs “Did that just happen? Did we all meet tonight? Haw!”

  Alicia snorts while laughing, Liz laughs.

  “I’m fucken tired and this couch isn’t my thing, it’s all wet, haha!” It takes all of my effort to push myself up and move from the floor to the couch. Liz was right, I just laid down in a damp spot.

  “Bye,” Alicia whispers in my ear, hugging me. Liz’s high heels tap their way to the front door, and I hear Alicia scampering her way to meet her. I can’t even muster a goodbye. Colours dance a little on my eyelids, they soften, grow drab and tired. I just want the colours to stay with me, please. I turn my head and vomit a little onto the floor. A weighted head free-falls back down as heavy eyes shut. Pressure in my stuffed nose the least of my worries, dangerous chemical cocktails in my delirious brain with a heart of mine that beats on in an off rhythm. The storm is getting closer and the colours give up on me.

  26 Animal

  Nothing isn’t black, it’s grey.

  I’m down, down deep in my bed. My body spent, my soul tired; tired of all of this.

  A cocoon of self-loathing and disgust, my own self-doubt and apathy planted me here, a garden shod with the ashes of my future. Purpose long left my life, drugs ride shotgun while alcohol gives directions from the back seat. Flat tires rumble on as an empty tank pushes me along on fumes. How long have I been asleep at this wheel for is anyone’s guess, one headlight illuminates the path ahead. Concrete to gravel, gravel to dirt, dirt to a dead end. A rectangle on the ground, my grave.

  “No,” I mumble, in bed, safe.

  “Fuck no,” rattles from coarse chords as I flip onto my other side.

  Shivering doesn’t stop no matter how tight I pull these covers. A seagull mocks me in the distance, my snot and cocaine sniffles echoing through the loft space that extends on empty for far longer than it should. If I rolled out of the bed in this condition, I might just fall into the sky. Images of my lost loves rush into my head, the dam of emotion gives and I see their faces. Julianne, one of my first longer term girlfriends, I hear her ask me why I kept fucking her if I didn’t love her, tear stains drawn down her face, shrunken, reddened eyes from my lies. She was bored one night and came over for a swim, I held her softly in the pool, kissing under moonlight. My roommate had been gone this weekend and I chased her playfully naked through the house, she pinned me down on the couch to make love, and I rolled her on her stomach and fucked her.

  Immediately after sex I climbed off of her, went to the bathroom, and cleaned up. Minutes later, returning to her sobbing, trying to find her panties in the dark. “Why? Why use me?” she whimpered. I couldn’t recall ever knowing why she was blowing this out of proportion. Maybe then I meant something to her, now nobody means anything to me and I mean nothing to anyone. Bones. Dust.

  The equatorial heat stirs with feelings of warm sand underfoot, the joy of full glasses of rum. Some girl and I are spending a happy week on vacation, somewhere in my past, somewhere tropical, Mexico this time. Her face fills my vision, I recall she was always jealous of my wandering eye, another girl I never really loved but who followed me and loved me conveniently enough. I hadn’t believed in love, I wouldn’t for years, but it doesn’t cover the crushing guilt of knowing I used her. No makeup on her, she fumbles with her cute cowboy hat, pudgy thighs and a white skirt. She cried a little on our trip when I told her I thought she looked bad in her bikini. I danced with a Mexican cabana girl in front of her and saw her heart break. I meant so much to her. I took advantage of her and shit right into her heart.

  I don’t miss her, but miss what she represents.

  Photos. A photo can speak a thousand words and then some. Native Americans believed that a picture could steal your soul. I now look at photos to prove I once had one. I’m rolling around in my bed, my nose plugged from last night’s snowstorm, my stomach protests as if it’s full of broken glass and snake venom. Lips are dry and cracked, this heart pumps dirt. I feel like I have nothing left in this world. Rolling over in my bed and escaping wet spots becomes impossible. Whether it’s from the girl last night or my sweat this morning, I don’t even know. A chill shakes me to my core and nothing comforts me. The blanket chokes me when it’s on, the nip of open air digs into my skin when it’s off.

  “Why,” I whisper.

  Last night my body was quivering and lit up with pleasure higher than I’ve ever reached. I drained myself into Liz two or three times, I’m not even sure. Somehow it comes back to this, seeking out this short term rush of pussy, liquor, partying, and laughter in p
acks, rebelling from any sense of duty or need to obey laws and customs. My goals are purely selfish, indulging in moments of instant gratification and ignoring the damage wrought upon myself and anyone around me. I can imagine Liz right now, in a cab or on the bus home, looking haggard and feeling deranged. Her groin being sore for a few days is the only thing she’ll remember me by.

  Nausea washes over me and I freeze, my battered body tenses up and I almost gag. I have nothing to throw up anymore, might be my soul that finally wants out. Waves of heat roll over my body and shivers follow. I don’t know if I’ve even slept.

  Time doesn’t pass unless I feel something that hurts.

  My dick aches, swollen and tender from destroying Liz. A slow crawl out of bed, pausing every couple seconds to avoid gagging further. Back to this, crawling to the bathroom after the same old, same old encounter. I used to keep people together and people happy, now I’m back on a floor alone. There was a time where I could remember every girl I kissed, where sex felt like it had purpose, rather now it’s just something to do to kill time and achieve social rank. Raiders hat guy talked to me like I was a hero for what I did with Liz on the couch. Left, right, left, right, keep going Dylen. The floor is something I’m familiar with, I retch and throw up clear fluids only feet from the toilet.

  I miss the reason behind love. My mind is obsolete, a relic from the past. Leftovers from a time of purpose, I’m a washed up husk of a person, no fortitude to stick to any beliefs and no spine to deny the easy route. Even if I married any of my amazing ex-girlfriends, I would’ve cheated by now. I’m so basic and all too modern human, no ability to resist the urge to bury my cock in another available woman, fulfilling my animalistic pleasures. What I did last night, fucking and cumming inside into those two girls, had no purpose beyond saturating nerves with a fluid swap.