PFK1

by U

  come to think of it. She was pretty good though, very eager and hot.

  Actually, doing it with Myrtis is as inexplicable as most of the

  things I do. A sudden impulse that expanded into an all night

  encounter.

  The basic point here is that I probably wouldn’t have had sex with

  Myrtis if I thought she was going to remain in town.

  But she isn’t. She has already accepted a new job in Eugene which

  pays a lot more and comes with more benefits than the job she is

  leaving does. There is absolutely zero chance, I am sure, that she will

  change her mind.

  But what was I going to do? After bump dancing and drinking with

  her during the latter part of the evening, she practically begged me to

  come to her place. I said I was willing, but added that I didn’t want to

  leave my bus parked outside the tavern all night.

  "Then drive it to my place," Myrtis said. "I’m in the woods by

  Siltcoos Lake. You can follow me."

  "Okay."

  On the way out, I found Ed Barnhart and told him that I was

  splitting.

  "The cabin is unlocked," I said. "Don’t wait up for me."

  "Where are you going?"

  "Out for a drink."

  "With that Myrtis woman? My God Pat, she must be at least

  forty!" Ed sputtered.

  "She’s forty-two to be exact."

  "Are you going to have sex with her?"

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  "As I said, don’t wait up for me."

  At the edge of the parking lot, Myrtis was waiting in her own

  wheels, a late model Chevy sedan. The engine was running, lights on.

  I pulled up alongside and slid the window open.

  "I’m ready," I said.

  Myrtis flashed a big smile, saying, "Okay, follow me."

  She put her car in gear and I followed her out of the parking lot,

  through town, across the bridge, and south on the highway leading to

  Siltcoos Lake.

  Once we pulled off the highway, we took a long, winding paved

  road into the woods, made a couple of incomprehensible turns, and

  then rolled down a gravel road for another half mile.

  At the end of the gravel road was Myrtis’s soon-to-be vacated

  cabin. She parked her vehicle in the carport and indicated that I

  should pull in behind her.

  "I think it’ll enjoy being parked here," Myrtis said. "It’s going to

  be a nice fit, eh?"

  "I wouldn’t care to park it anywhere else," I answered. "Not

  tonight, anyway."

  Myrtis took me inside. There were boxes and packing crates all

  over the place. She was definitely leaving.

  "Would you like a drink?"

  "Maybe some wine."

  "Good, because that’s all I have."

  Myrtis filled a pair of stemmed glasses with some kind of blush

  wine and ushered me out on the deck. It was a gorgeous, starlit night.

  I stood near her by the deck rail, looking out at the lake. For a

  middle-aged school librarian, Myrtis remained in remarkably good

  form. Not beautiful, but not hard to look at, either. Brown eyes and a

  beaked nose that seemed large on her, small, oval face.

  Myrtis came to America as an eight year old, her parents refugees

  from some eastern European country, and she still retains a trace of

  accent. I don’t much like her short, curled hair, and I’m sure the red-

  auburn color is too intense to be real.

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  But Myrtis does have a nice, shapely body, with an especially good

  butt, and big boobs.

  Nick told me at the Beachcomber that Myrtis had been divorced for

  ten years and that she has a twenty-two year old son. Nick also said

  that she has a thing for young, pretty guys.

  We talked for a while about her impending move and her new job

  in Eugene. Myrtis said she was glad to be leaving.

  "My ex still lives here. I can’t stand him. He’s fat and old and he

  drinks too much."

  I nodded. The moon was bright in the sky.

  I suddenly recognized where I was. Two houses down, right there

  on the same side of the lake, was where Mark and Megan lived. I

  wondered what they were doing right now. Probably fucking. At

  least I would be if I were Mark.

  I took a long drink of wine, finishing it.

  "Would you like some more?"

  "I’d rather not."

  "Is there anything else you’d like?"

  "Yes, Myrtis. I think I’d like to kiss you."

  "Ooooohh."

  I took Myrtis’s hand, thus giving her the option of accepting or

  declining my pass. Because I had my vehicle with me, I figured that

  if she wasn’t interested, I could split.

  But she was interested. Very interested. The next thing I knew, her

  mouth engulfed mine, and she was kissing me with real passion.

  Breaking the kiss briefly, Myrtis said, "Patrick, you’re so pretty,

  and you’re soooo sweet too. A real gentleman."

  We resumed kissing, and her right hand reached between my legs,

  feeling for my cock. I let her explore while I slipped my right hand

  under her sweater. Her breasts were very full, but seemed very soft,

  like they’d droop without the bra.

  It took me minute before I located her nipple, lightly pinching it.

  Again, Myrtis broke our kiss.

  "My bed is still set up," she said. "Would you care to join me in

  it?"

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  "An excellent idea."

  On the way to the bedroom, Myrtis undid my belt buckle, which I

  took as a suggestion to remove my trousers and briefs. I kicked off

  my shoes, pulled off my socks, and then removed my pants and briefs,

  leaving a trail as I went. By the time we entered the bedroom, I was

  naked from the waist down.

  Myrtis couldn’t keep her hands off my cock. She switched off the

  overhead light, which left only a table lamp illuminating the room.

  The lamp was on the floor in the corner.

  Reluctantly letting go, Myrtis removed her own clothes, until all

  she had on were her bra and panties.

  We started kissing again, with Myrtis fondling my cock and my

  right middle finger digging at the crotch of her panties.

  We got on the bed, side by side, facing each other. I still had on my

  long-sleeved t-shirt. Myrtis tugged on the shirttail and I wiggled out

  of it. Now I was entirely naked and she still wore her lingerie.

  We continued kissing, and I began working Myrtis’s panties down.

  When I had them to her ankles, she kicked them off. I tried to unhook

  her bra, but Myrtis stopped me, saying, "Leave my bra on, if you

  please."

  "Okay."

  I never argued. I just kept going. My middle finger now met no

  resistance as I caressed Myrtis’s pussy. To my surprise, it was

  shaved, with nary a hair to be found. She also had a big clit, and it

  was already hard. As my finger dipped into her, I realized that she

  had a really big vagina, not like most of the women I am used to. She

  was wet, too, and my finger went in and out with exceptional ease.

  "Ooooaaah," Myrtis moaned. "Oooohh."

  What made me do what I did next, I cannot say. I turned Myrtis

  over on her back and began to gravitate downwards.

  "Oooohhh ... yes!" Myrtis cried.

>   I could see where I was going well enough in the low light of her

  bedroom. In fact, the indirect lighting did much to flatter Myrtis’s

  figure, who now looked rather pretty, I thought, clad only in her

  white, DD bra.

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  It was easy for my tongue to find her clitoris. The sensitive bud

  jumped and twitched as I applied the tip of my tongue to it. Within

  seconds, I ascertained that despite the looseness of her vagina, she had

  a savory flavor, and a fine fragrance.

  Myrtis seemed to enjoy what I was doing immensely, holding onto

  my head as she shuddered through what must have been one hell of an

  orgasm.

  It was the first, but I am pleased to say, by no means the last spasm

  the school librarian enjoyed during the course of the evening. After

  giving her head for a good long time, I fucked Myrtis for a solid hour

  in several positions, and she seemed to get off on every single one.

  Particularly pleasant for her I think, was when we did it in the

  woman-on-top position. Myrtis pointed to a tube of lubricant gel that

  sat on a cardboard box that was temporarily serving as her nightstand.

  "That stuff’s what I use with my vibrator," she said. "Would you

  put some maybe on your finger? And then your finger in my ass?"

  "Sure." I was more than willing to accommodate Myrtis in her

  request. "But I want you to take off your bra first."

  Myrtis was too worked up by now to refuse, unhooking her bra and

  letting the big things dangle. They were even droopier than I

  expected, hanging nearly to her navel and with these dark, beady

  nipples.

  Soon, Myrtis was bouncing up and down on top of me, my cock in

  her pussy and my finger plugging her ass. Her big boobs, with their

  tiny black nipples and visible stretch marks, swayed back and forth in

  front of my face.

  After Myrtis had experienced a couple more orgasms, I pulled out

  of her pussy and directed her attention to my cock.

  "Suck it," I said.

  Myrtis did so without hesitation. After fucking for a long time,

  getting sucked is my favorite way to cum.

  "I’m almost there," I said. "You swallow it, okay?"

  "Mmmm ... mmmm..." Myrtis nodded and sucked at the same time,

  indicating her agreement.

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  When I finally climaxed, my cum erupting in a long-delayed

  ejaculation, the intensity of the spasm damn near caused me to faint. I

  was grateful we were out in the woods, on account of my

  accompanying screams.

  I have to say that Myrtis cooperated perfectly, taking down every

  morsel of cum I expelled, not letting a single drop escape her all-

  consuming mouth.

  Afterwards, Myrtis served us a snack of crackers and cheese. She

  drank another glass of white wine, while I drank water. She remained

  naked below the waist, in case I wanted to fuck her again, but put her

  bra back on.

  I think she is kind of embarrassed about her saggy boobs.

  Not that she needs to worry about that with me. I intend to avoid

  Myrtis henceforth for reasons that have nothing to do with any

  perceived defects in her body. The true reason has to do with my own

  substandard character and my desire to spare another woman the

  hardship of dealing with it.

  We fucked one more time and then slept. About 6:00 AM, the sun

  was already up, shining out on the lake outside Myrtis’s bedroom

  window.

  Looked like that painting September Morn.

  Like a red rubber ball.

  When my eyes snapped open, Myrtis was asleep beside me, lying

  on her belly. She was snoring louder than is considered ladylike, but

  nothing like some of the buzz saws I have heard elsewhere.

  My eyes roamed Myrtis’s body. Not bad at forty two. Still in good

  overall shape, with a nice round curving butt, shaved legs, shaved

  pink pussy, a sweet suctioning mouth. There are quite a few paces

  she could be put through yet.

  By this stage, I had another towering erection. I remembered the

  tube of lubricant gel, opened it, and slathered my cock with a goodly

  amount, coating it from base to stem. An especially large dollop went

  on the head.

  Myrtis woke when I got behind her and started spreading her legs.

  "Again?" she said sleepily. "Wonderful."

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  I stuffed a pillow under her stomach to improve the angle of

  penetration. I leaned against Myrtis’s ass, which like her boobs, had a

  definite jiggly softness.

  Myrtis opened herself with her hands, no doubt expecting me to

  fuck her doggy style. As my cock neared the target, however, it

  suddenly switched directions and brought itself instead to the

  wrinkled aperture of her anus.

  "Oooooeeeeooh..." Myrtis squealed, but did not protest.

  The lubed head went in more easily than I expected. As I inched it

  in, Myrtis wiggled, trying to help it penetrate.

  The lubricant gel, which is a nationally advertised brand of

  petroleum jelly, did much to smooth the path. My cock was an anal

  thermometer, taking Myrtis’s temperature.

  The more I pumped, the slipperier her hole became. At one point, I

  noticed that she had her right hand between her belly and the pillow,

  diddling her clit while I banged her butt.

  Fucking a woman in the ass was a first for me. But I didn’t think

  Myrtis needed to know it, so I acted like the old pro.

  But if you ask me, ass fucking is kind of a homo thing to do with a

  woman. The vagina is my preferred receptacle for cum.

  Suffice it to say, my thoughts on those lines did not prevent me

  from enjoying an excruciating orgasm in her rectum a few minutes

  later, as the red sun rose over the lake behind us.

  When I returned from Myrtis’s later that morning, I told Nick the

  only reason I slept with her was because she wanted me to and I didn’t

  want to hurt her feelings by saying no.

  Nick said Elvis had the same problem.

  Ed Barnhart told me he had a bigger blast in one night at the

  Beachcomber than he does in a month of living in New York. He

  wants to come again at Christmas. He seemed quite smitten with

  Sandy, I noticed.

  Indeed, Sandy is definitely a doll. New in town, a nurse at the

  hospital. A very pretty blond with a nice, long-legged body.

  Dances great, too.

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  In general looks, Sandy is similar to Megan. Otherwise, she isn’t

  nearly as intelligent and is nowhere near as well spoken. Everyone

  was drooling over Sandy because she’s so pretty, just like they drool

  over Megan.

  However, Sandy likes Kevin because he’s cute too. Unfortunately,

  Kevin is leaving town to attend veterinary school and ain’t that a

  shame?

  That is the local gossip, anyway, sort of condensed.

  Last week in Portland I found the mushroom slides Mick took two

  years ago. I hope he got the books and money I sent him on the first.

  He said he’s flat broke so I said the $50 I am mailing to him is a gift,

  not a loan.

  My current philosophy is to treat others better than they would treat

&n
bsp; you. Very damn decent of me, ain’t it?

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  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Devil’s Churn

  August 16, 1978

  Been sitting here alone on a Wednesday night, staring off into

  space. Work tomorrow but I don’t wanna go. Don’t give a good

  goddamn about anything.

  Went out drinking with Nick earlier. We drank. And drank. And

  drank. Right now I’m drunk as Kerouac. As drunk as Bukowski. We

  also smoked a buncha dope. Good stuff, too.

  Stay away. Don’t touch. Leave me the fuck alone. Life is just a

  crock of shit and anybody who says different is a liar. I hate the

  human race. I loathe the human race. I despise the human race.

  Hitler was right all along.

  We seek only to dominate, and what we cannot dominate, we

  destroy. You are either a bully, a coward, or a victim. Slam those

  little heads into the drywall. Kill anyone who stands in your way.

  Turn murder into an industrial operation. Watch people choke on

  poison gas. The first time Himmler saw Jews dying in a gas chamber,

  he threw up.

  Make a science of death. That’s what I am doing. Making a

  science of it. My first and only experiment will be on myself. Ooops.

  Wait a minute. Gotta go throw up.

  I’m back. Nothing came up. Why don’t I mention Megan for a

  change? Say something nice about her at least. I know how I feel

  about her, but I never say anything. I never do anything. And I never

  will. I figure she’ll sail right on by.

  Outside my window, the planet is beautiful. But the beauty is lost

  on me. Today was a perfectly glorious, bright sunny day.

  It was an absolutely perfect day. A perfect day for bananafish.

  Now the night sky is lit with ten zillion brilliant stars. I have all the

  time in the world.

  * * * *

  August 17, 1978

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  I’m turning The Dark City over to the typist this weekend. It will

  cost $110 to have it typed. This goddamned Jimmy Carter inflation.

  It will be September before I can pay her off in full. Money. What a

  fucking drag.

  But I don’t care. I really don’t give a damn about anything.

  What went wrong between me and Polly Ellsworth? I’ll tell you