Chapter 2
The next night I was in my apartment watching one of my favorite porn
stars take one guy up her ass, another guy in her cunt while she hoovered away
on the third stud who looked sort of bored by the whole thing. That's the
trouble with porn these days; the talent is so damned tired of doing the same
old things with the same old people, that their minds wander. Thanks to the
miracle drugs that modern science has produced, the guys no longer have to worry
too much about keeping it up during the many long breaks that occur. Couple this
with the fact that most of the bimbos doing this stuff are faking it and you
have a recipe for boring porn.
My little critique of the porn industry was interrupted by the phone. It
was kind of late for the telemarketers, so I took a chance and picked up. "Bad
choice", I said to myself when Peggy's voice started scratching at my ear. I
kept quiet and let her ramble on for a minute or so before letting her have it
right between her beady little eyes.
"What the fuck are you pissing and moaning about?....I did
what?.....Really?.... OK you dumb cunt here's what actually happened. You were
so pissed that you didn't even see me come in. I guess the old guy you were with
had been pouring drinks down you for a while because you had no fucking idea
where you were. Being the perfect gentleman that I am, I decided to wait around
and see whether you could untangle yourself from your new friend."
"I figured you had other plans when he came up to the bar and ordered
another double for you, saying that you were in the bag and he would be taking
you away with him real soon. At that point I bailed out. Now here I am listening
to you trying to make it sound like I'm the bad guy. If we were face to face
right now you'd be on the floor wondering what hit you. You call me again and I
will find out where you live and when you least expect it, I'll come over and
beat you bloody."
I slammed the phone down and went back to watching the porn flick. The
studs were all jerking off, trying to shoot their cum into the bimbo's face. She
really looked bored at this point, and who could blame her? It was quite some
time before the trio managed to get off. There are drugs to get them hard, but
unfortunately there are none to get them off. I have always wondered why the
moron directing the shoot wouldn't just edit all the wasted motion away, but
that would require more intelligence than most of these idiots had.
Just for giggles I dropped in on the same bar the next night. Perhaps it
was more than that, my pride had taken a hit that left me feeling unexpectedly
vulnerable. I was itching for revenge on Peggy, or Piggy, as I now began
thinking of her. Who should be sitting up front than the old guy who had nailed
her from right underneath me. I supressed my feelings about wanting to jam his
head up his ass and instead slid into the seat next to him and offered to buy
him a drink. He got that funny look on his face that said "queer alert" and I
laughed and told him to relax, I wasn't after his ass, just some information
about the bimbo he was with the other night.
We proceeded to get along famously as long as I fed him drinks. It took
three of them to get the full story and it was a doozy. I didn't know whether or
not to believe him, but it sounded like the kind of strange shit that Peggy or
Piggy might pull. He said she was pretty far gone, but by the time he got her
over to his place she started getting frisky. He told me he was kind of
surprised when he got her dress off and saw the underwear she had on.
"That really got me hard in a hurry. Here she was, a big woman wearing
see-thru bikinis and a matching bra that did nothing to support her big tits,
but sure showed off how meaty they were. Then to make it even freakier she had a
shaved pussy. I was goner by then. I couldn't wait to get my cock into that
fat-lipped snatch that was juicing like crazy and staining the crotch of those
bikinis."
He took a break to finish his first drink and let me buy another round.
As soon as the second drink was sitting in front of him, he continued his tale.
"She went off like a bomb when I stuck it into her and I just took it
easy and let her do all the work, even though she was underneath. All I did was
fool with those big tits and see how much I could stretch those fat nipples
while she fucked away like there was no tomorrow. Then she looks like somebody
goosed her and starts quivering. I thought the crazy cunt was having a fit or
something; then she lets out this scream and nearly tosses me off. I got my hand
over her mouth to stop the neighbors from thinking that there was a murder being
committed next door. She almost bit my hand she was shaking so much. I gave her
a slap across the side of her head and that quieted her down."
I just sat there and sipped while he continued to describe his night of
"passion" with Peggy. He claimed that later she told him she had had a huge
orgasm. He shrugged it off as just female bull shit, since he hadn't put much
energy into fucking her that first time. He certainly didn't object to her going
down on him and trying to get his cock hard enough for another round.
"She wasn't very good at sucking dick, but I didn't care too much
because I was getting tired, and all I had to do was lay back and look at the
ceiling while she slobbered all over my cock and kept kissing the head like it
was some long lost friend. After a time she put some starch into it and asked me
if it would be alright if she got on top this time. I explained that I was kind
of tired from doing it the first time, but if she wanted to do all the work, I'd
be OK with that."
The guy should have been a fight announcer. I got a detailed blow by
blow account of every move she made including all the noises that came out of
her and the fact that he started chewing on those big tits until they were
covered with teeth marks. He didn't think much of her fucking technique, but
what she lacked in finesse she made up for in enthusiasm. This was one lively
lady and he sure was glad that he wasn't the one having to do any of the heavy
lifting. I had to chuckle when he described her as a giant fuck robot, one of
those creatures from a Japanese sex cartoon. It was time for another round and a
fast trip to the head to relieve the pressure on our bladders. I couldn't help
noticing that he wasn't exactly the John Holmes type; I probably had him by at
least three inches in length.
I ordered another round and told him in a diplomatic way to cut to the
chase on his wild evening. That's whenI got my surprise.
"Everything is going fine, I'm even thinking I'm gonna get off in a
minute or two and then she starts bawling. I am now being forced to listen to
this dumb cunt babbling about some guy who stood her up, and she's crazy about
him, and she's just fucking me to get even with him, and on and on and on. My
dick started to shrivel up lke someone stuck it in a freezer. I finally rolled
off this broad and told her to get the fuck out of my apartment and never show
up at my bar again."
"You talk about a neurotic cunt, this one was just asking for it. I'm a
nice guy, she could have let some pervert pick her up and maybe cut off her tits
or something weird like that. I told she was a lucky girl and to stay out of
bars because she couldn't handle her liquor. The next thing I know she picks up
her underwear, shoves it in her purse, puts on her dress and cuts out. I hope I
never see her again, she's too weird for me."
I just sat there digesting what he'd said for the past hour or so. Peggy
was starting to get interesting; this one did have some potential after all. I
began to wonder if I'd blown it with her. All I could do was wait and see if she
called again. If she did I was ready to hook my big fish and get her into the
boat.
