her.
Joe walked down the steps and out the
front door of the library into a waiting cab. He stuffed the armload of books
onto the backseat then jumped in and
directed the driver back toward the
dorm.
The temptation to cruise through the
Tenderloin for street prostitutes was
overpowering and it took a supreme act
of wil to tel the driver to turn right on Sixth Street instead of left, but Joe knew that there would be nothing up there to stop him from indulging his appetites. It would be like a morbidly obese woman
trying to diet at Baskin Robbins. Where he was going was more like the
supermarket. At least there would be
somewhat healthier choices available
even if he were not inclined to make
them.
He pul ed up in the crowded parking lot and looked around to make sure he
didn't recognize any of the cars. The last thing he wanted was to be spotted by
one of the other students or worse yet a faculty member. There was no way of
being sure. He obviously didn't know
everyone at the university but at least he didn't see any cars belonging to anyone in his immediate acquaintance.
Joe listened to the crunchy sound of the gravel crackling beneath his feet as he walked across the parking lot. He sniffed the night air and tried to pick out the smel s of sex from the pungent stench of urine, exhaust fumes, cigarettes, and
alcohol. He tried to hear the pants and moans above the sound of techno dance
music emanating from the smal
storefront. He was losing himself. In his anxiousness to get inside the club he'd left his library books back in the taxi. He'd have to try to track them down in
the morning. But for now, the hunger was ful y upon him, demanding his absolute
attention.
Joe flashed his ID and paid his twenty
bucks. He reached down and readjusted
his cock, which had swel ed until it
pressed painful y against the coarse
fabric of his jeans and rubbed against
his zipper. The monster was awake.
He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, freeing the raging monster
from its prison of denim. After handing his clothes to the topless coat-check girl with the pierced nipples who was so
skinny you could see rib bone through
her chest, the massive sophomore
began to make his rounds through the
club. Almost immediately he spotted a
woman who seemed plucked from his
darkest fantasies. He knew that he was
going to do something bad tonight.
She was absolute perfection, a tal
voluptuous Spanish beauty with long
flowing hair that hung down to her ample waistline. She had catlike almond eyes, ful rose-colored lips, and cinnamon tan skin like some delicate pastry. None of these attributes were what caught his
eye, though. She had thick hips and
thighs and a deliciously plump and
luscious posterior that jiggled as she
walked, awakening the monster's hunger
with each step she took. It was more
beautiful than water to a dehydrated
desert traveler. Joe swal owed again
and again as he began to salivate
uncontrol ably.
Joe had seen her there before. Usual y
she was with some queer boy or another
and once she came in arm in arm with a
six-foot lesbian. She was an absolute
fag-hag but he knew that she was not
gay herself. Though he'd seen her
tonguing that Amazon's clit in one of the orgy rooms, he'd also seen her in a
threesome with two jocks he recognized
from col ege. He'd masturbated in a
corner by himself watching the two
basketbal players lubricate their latexsheathed erections and fuck her in one hole after another as she moaned and
quivered in ecstasy, looking as if she
was in heaven. He watched as they both
climaxed and then left her just short of her own orgasm, laughing and highfiving as she cursed at them. They dressed and left, stil chuckling over their own good fortune. He'd fol owed her out to the curb and watched as she angrily
fought against the tears threatening to spil from her eyes, final y losing after a valiant struggle. Joe had wanted to go to her then, but something had held him
back. The hunger was not as strong then and she hadn't seemed like prey. She'd
seemed like someone that he could
have fal en in love with. A whore with a heart of gold.
Now, as she strode past him, Joe
watched the seductive sway of that
exorbitant ass as if in a trance. His lust was at a fever pitch and even the
memory of her heartbreaking tears
seemed to fuel his desire. He felt the
hunger surge within him, driving steel
through his loins. Her ass was perfect, the most beautiful, sumptuous buttocks
he had ever beheld. His salivary glands went into overdrive and Joe wiped the
drool from his mouth repeatedly as he
stalked her through the sex club, that ass drawing him irresistibly toward it.
The club was cal ed The Backdoor and it seemed the perfect setting for a woman
with an ass that looked like God had
shed a teardrop that slid down her back, nestled just above her thighs, and
became flesh. This was the place where
couples came to put spice back into
their marriages by swapping mates or
picking up a spare for a threesome.
Singles came here looking to be a part
of a menage a trois or a random orgy. It was rare that two singles met in a place like this. But Joe was not interested in having to suck off some dude just to get some quality time with his wife, not when he could get exactly what he wanted out of this voluptuous princess.
Some might have cal ed her overweight,
those woman-hating faggots in the
fashion industry for instance, whose
standard of beauty is based upon the
breastless, hipless, thighless, assless physiques of prepubescent boys. They
had no appreciation at al for true
femininity. For them womanhood was
something to be suppressed, strapped
down, starved away, and hidden beneath
layers of clothing and shame. It was
obvious that this woman was having
none of this. She was proud of the gifts nature had imbued her with. It showed in the fit of her clothing, the tilt of her head, and the swish of her hips. To Joe she
was the very essence of sensuality, her every curve dramatical y enhanced, her
sexuality exaggerated to pornographic
proportions. Her ass looked as if
someone had taken two beach bal s and
shoved them down the back of her
jeans. Perfectly round and absolutely
enormous! Joe was transfixed by it.
It jiggled and bounced maddeningly,
wobbling high on her lower back as if it were waving to him. He wanted her so
bad that it hurt. He could see the
radiance of her wild spirit shimmering in her sinews, in her skin, fat, and muscle. He could smel it scorching the air. Her flesh was alive with the energy of life. Joe smirked as he thought about al
those misguided spiritualists and
religious zealots who mistakenly
believed that the soul was some
separate entity imprisoned in human
flesh. But he knew better. Spirit is flesh. Inseparable and indivisible. He had
tasted it himself. He reached down and
began stroking himself as he fol owed
her from room to room.
Al around couples, threesomes,
foursomes, and more, fucked, sucked,
spanked, and masturbated with what
seemed an overabundance of energy.
Only sex addicts came to these types of places and any true addict would have
sex for as long as sex was available
regardless of hunger, thirst, fatigue, pain, or discomfort. Of al people, Joe should know. His own addictions had led him
beyond the limits of sanity and morality. Just as it was now leading him through a sex club with his throbbing hard cock
pointing the way, like a divining rod.
The Spanish woman stopped abruptly
and her rotund buttocks continued to
jiggle for several seconds after the rest of her body had ceased movement. Joe
felt both elated and disappointed now
that her ass had stopped its bewitching dance. He could now catch up to her, but he could no longer delight in her
salacious movements. If al went wel , he reminded himself, he would have far
more to delight in soon.
"Uh ... hel o?" Joe reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, feeling
foolish as he drooped his shoulders and bowed his head in an effort to appear
smal er and less intimidating. But Joe
was enormous. There was no way he
could look anything but intimidating. He had gotten very adept at playing the
gentle giant, however. Every year on the news he'd heard about people getting
mauled to death for being dumb enough
to try to pet polar bears and grizzlies because the things were so cute. He
figured he could look at least as cute as a grizzly.
When she turned around Joe was
stunned by how young and innocent her
face appeared. She had pudgy cheeks
with deep dimples, ful bow-shaped lips, and large timid eyes with thick heavy
eyelashes. The body of a whore with the face of an angel. Her breasts were
tremendous, every bit the equal of her
remarkable ass. She was a goddess.
She turned to him and smiled. Joe was
loath to lose even a moment's sight of
that blessed ass but he found the
beautiful smile spreading on her angelic face worth the loss.
"Yes?" she asked, smiling wider. Joe didn't know what to say. He was so
excited that the words spil ed out before he could give them order and finesse. It was his lust, the monster throbbing
between his thighs, putting the words in his mouth. His prey-drive guiding him
through the necessary social niceties.
"I-I love you. You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen. I want to
worship you forever," Joe said.
I want to eat you alive! he meant.
The woman's smile faltered a moment
as she examined his face to see if he
was serious. She knew that while some
men found her irresistible, even more
just saw her as a fat chick. His
expression looked so timid, though, so
fearful of rejection, that she was
immediately convinced of his sincerity. This gigantic muscle-bound man, with
the body of a Greek god and the face of a movie star, was throwing himself at her feet.
"You mean that, don't you?"
"I have never seen a more perfect
woman than you.
She reached out and ran her hands over
his mountainous pectoral muscles, his
thick shoulders and biceps, over his
rippled abs and down to the erection
throbbing at his center. Without pants or underwear his massive organ bobbed in
the air, pointing directly at her.
"My God! What a beautiful cock!"
"Thank you," Joe said timidly. Blushing noticeably.
She caught the thick slab of meat in her hands and began stroking it, barely able to fit her hand completely around it as she pul ed him closer until her breasts rubbed against his stomach. He was so
tal that his cock went up between her
cleavage as she closed the distance
between them. She knelt slightly so that her breasts lined up perfectly with his genitals. She began sliding his cock up and down between her breasts. Joe
shuddered, feeling like he was about to explode.
"What's your name, handsome?"
"Joe. J-Joe Miles," he stammered as he tried to keep himself from orgasm. He
didn't want to cum like this. He wanted that ass. Its image was stil burned into his mind even as he tit-fucked her
between those huge double-Ds.
"Good to meet you, Joe," she said, stil rubbing his cock. "My name is Alicia."
"I want you, Alicia."
Her knees went weak.
"Wel , we are in the right place for love now, aren't we?" she said, gesturing around at the orgy rooms fil ed with
urgently fucking couples. There was a
pain in her. It was obvious that she had long ago convinced herself that sex was al she was good for.
"No," he replied. "We should go someplace more private. This isn't the
right place for you. You deserve more.
He was saying al the right things. She slipped back into the blouse she'd been carrying around with her.
"Okay then, Joe. You lead the way." Joe retrieved his pants and shirt from the coatcheck girl and they walked out of
The Backdoor and into the parking lot to catch a cab.
"So, who are you, my handsome
stranger? What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a student. A psychology student at the uni-vers ity. "
"And what is this then, some kind of research?"
"No. Not at al ."
"Wel , I've never been to col ege. But I've always been interested in people and
what makes them tick. I've seen sides of the human psyche that most people don't even have the stomach to read about, al kinds of perversions. Shit you couldn't even imagine. From grown men who
dress like babies to women who like to
be pissed on and humiliated."
"How the hel do you meet people like that?"
"I work at a fetish store on Folsom. We sel everything from leather, to latex, to iron shackles, to vibrating butt plugs, and adult diapers."
"I know the place. I've been in there once or twice."
"Real y? Now what is a nice col ege boy like you doing in a place like that?"
"The same thing I was doing at The Backdoor. The same thing you were
doing there. Trying to make life a little more intense, a little more worth the