Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2.iso/stories/leathgod.txt

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   I can't remember whose idea it was:  mine or Maria's, but I do
remember how it started.  Paul was over and we were talking about the
rock scene in Seattle, where his brother lives and plays guitar.
   "Yeah," said Paul, "remember how you said you liked 'Hunger
Strike'?"  Well that's only like the third best song on the cd.  The
others are really hard.  You like Soundgarden?"
   I nodded.
   "Well, you know, all those people used to be in bands with this
guy Andy Woods."
   "The one who died?"
   "Yeah, od'd.  Well, my brother knew him pretty well and he said
that Andy was the best out of them all.  A born entertainer--"
   "Just like Fanny Brice."
   "Only with a smaller nose, but yeah.  And he says Pearljam are
pretty much these spoiled rich kids who decided to make a band.  They
were all in other bands before out there.  Mudhoney, Mother Love Bone,
Green River."
   "Green River.  Hey, I heard that Nirv--"
   "Yeah, Nirvana copped their style from Green River.  And my
brother says Andy Woods had this girlfriend, they all called her
Stargazer.  She's got a real 'Stargazer' name, too.  I think it's
something like Xana la Fuente.
   "Hee."
   "My brother says she was really pushing Andy to be a star, kept
him in a closet.  Finally, he got addicted to heroin and od'd.  It's
weird, with Nirvana making it so big--they're like the worst outta them
all."
   "I like Pearljam."
   "Yeah yeah yeah whatever whatever."
   "Hey, next time you're over, bring the Temple of the Dog cd.  And
the Soundgarden one."
   "Okay.  I think the better songs than 'Hunger Strike' are 'Times
of Trouble', and 'Call me a Dog'."
   "Yeah, then call me a cab."
   One of the singers, can't remember if it was Chris Cornell or
Eddie Vetter, is from San Diego..."
   Maria was spreading some neufchatel cheese onto a wheat thin.
   "Ri-ich."  She was doing the whining thing again.  She sat down
and started rubbing a foot along my right calf.
   "What's with her," said Paul.
   "She's jonesing."
   "Jonesing?" said Paul.
   "You know.  Like 'Basketball Jones'"
   I held my hand next to my mouth and said (sotto voice) "for cunt"
Jonesing.
   "Heh.  Poor baby."
   "It's.  Not.  Funny." she said, pouty.
   "No, you're right.  It's not.  In fa--"
   Maria said, "What's Pam up to these days, Paul..."
   "Hey you," shot back Paul, "you know we don't go for any funny
business."  Paul called anything 'leather' or 'same-sex' 'funny
business'.
   "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever whatever."
   "Hey Rich," said Maria, "do you still see that Beth person you met
at Border's?"
   "Time to time, but we don't run in the same circles you know.  I
see her downtown every now and again.  You interested?  I'm sure I
could--"
   "Wait, but here's the thing..."

   So about a week later we were outside Border's bookstore(17th &
Walnut here in Philly).
   Maria pulled on my arm and said, "Rich, I don't know if I can do
this.  I'm all nervy."
   "Nervy."
   "Got any pot?"
   "No, but you do."
   "Huh?"
   "I dropped a joint into your bag before we left."
   "You."  We walked around the corner and found an underground
parking lot and smoked the joint.
   "Much better."
   "Ready?"
   She nodded.  And then we were upstairs, Maria wearing a flowery
skirt and a tie-dyed t-shirt and tiny handcuff earrings.  I was in jeans
and a jean-jacket.  I also had this teal handkerchief stuffed halfway
into a pocket.  I wasn't *with* Maria, just watching, leafing through an
oversized, rather conspicuous book of Mapplethorpe photos over by the
espresso bar.  Maria was in the gay/lesbian/s&m section, sitting on a
bench, riffling through a copy of "Doc and Fluff".  Every other minute
or so she would stretch her t-shirt down tight and smooth it under her.
   After maybe twenty minutes or so, over walked these two women
towards Maria.  She told me later that this is what was said:
   "Well, hey there, sweet thing.  That's a dirty book, you know."
   "I'll live.  It's too late for me, anyhow."
   "Too late?"
   "To be corrupted."
   "Thought that's what you meant.  Hi.  I'm Beth.  This is Tina."
   "Maria.  Hi."
   "Nice shirt."  She reached down and brushed the back of her hand
against Maria's right nipple.  Maria gasped, lowered her eyes.
   "That just from reading?"
   "I'm very sensitive to words.  More than anything else, I guess.
Those Vuarnets?  Nice."
   "Yup."
   She talk?" asked Maria, about Tina, who was wearing a slim leather
collar with a single d-ring around it.  Perversely demure.
   "She does," said Beth.  "Today's not a day for talking.  Wow, what
gorgeous hands.  Check these out, Tina."
   "Thanks.  But ugh."
   "Ugh?"
   "I'm a musician.  I would kill for longer fingers."
   "Hey, are you stoned?"
   "Buzzed.  Just a little.  I really like those sunglasses."
   "Thanks.  I don't know why I pay as much for them as I do,
though."
   "Feel."  Maria took Beth's hand and pulled it into the top of her
t-shirt.
   "Oh my.  That has to hurt."
   Maria bit her lip and nodded.
   "Well, this is pretty random, but what the heck.  It's Tina's
birthday.  Follow us."
   I saw Maria get up, check her watch and follow the other two into
one of the large unisex bathrooms.  I glanced down at my own watch.
3:15.
   I walked over to the rest room and found a chair and started
leafing through a Fodor's Travel guide(I think it was to the
hinterlands, but I'm not certain.)
   3:30.  I got up and checked myself.  I was looking extremely
denim.  Should have pierced an ear, but nah...  I opened the door to
their bathroom and walked in and locked the door behind me.
   "Shut the door!"
   I did, and after about 5 or ten seconds it started.  Laughter-this
odd sort of laughter.  Nervous, but also ver real.  First Maria, on the
floor, sitting on her heels, covered her mouth with her hand and began
to laugh.  Then my friend Beth, a very cool dyke whom I'd met last year
in the same bookstore.  I saw that she recognized me but she wasn't
spilling any beans.  Even her spooky, quiet friend Tina started also.
Both women were naked from the waist down and leaning back against the
wall by the sink.  There was a pair of latex gloves sitting on some
crumpled bluejeans.
   "L-look, I just wanted to piss.  I'll just use the--"
   "No," said Beth, "you're here, pee.  Fag."
   She didn't know that Maria and I knew each other, but she knew
that she could use me  to make whatever impression on Tina that she
liked.  I turned away from them, unzipped, and thought about Brief's
macro language.  Soon, I peed.  I could hear Maria resume behind me.
   "Mmmm," said Beth.  "You *like* that..."
   "Mmm-hmmm."
   I flushed and started to zip.
   "Oooh, don't zip up," said Beth.
   "Huh?"
   "I never get to see any cocks anymore, except on videos.  Leave it
out.  Don't worry.  I don't bite."
   Maria turned and looked at me briefly, but soon a hand turned her
head back.
   "Sit down.  Relax.  Can you get it hard?"
   "Can you deepen your voice?"
   "Ha.  Just try."  I'd already masturbated a couple times before we
headed out, just to be safe.
   "Oooh, doll, put on the gloves."  Beth put her hand behind Tina's
neck and pulled her over for an intense kiss.  Maria had both gloves on
and had spit in her hands and was working it into the gloves.  She put
two dental dams she'd been using down on the pile with the jeans.
   "Saliva," said Beth.  "Ugh.  If I'da known that this--"
   Tina looked over at her and mouthed "It's okay."  Maria stood up
and both Tina and Beth spit in her open palm.  Then she sat back on her
ankles and worked that in.
   Beth looked over at me.  "Still nothing?  Soon."  Brief's macro
language was becoming way too sensual.  Thought about switching to Perl
but then I realized I didn't want to destroy my libido permanently.
   "Ooh, nice."  I looked up.  Beth and Tina were squatting slightly,
somehow staying up against the wall.  Maria had very quickly worked in
her first eight fingers and was up to that area of skin between the
thumb and forefinger.  Beth and Tina each had a finger against the
other's clit, idle.  Then Maria tucked her thumbs and quickly only her
slender, pale wrists were visible.  Beth and Tina gasped, and I could
tell by the movements of the muscles in Maria's forearms that her hands
had formed fists.
   "Mmmm, I can feel your cervix against the back of my fingers.  I
love that."
   "Oh fuck.  Hey, check out the fag.  Oooh, nice.  Jerk it off."
   So I complied as Maria started to fuck them both in earnest,
completely removing her hands and then repenetrating and reforming the
fists.  Tina, the "quiet one", was now rather vocal, and Beth had to
cover her mouth with her own hand.  Beth would switch from watching me
to half-closing her eyes and squatting lower.
   "Oh, oh, oh, fuck fuck fucka fucka."  I could tell what Maria was
thinking, how she'd "better get as much as she could, feed her jones
until it threatened to go bulimic", because who knew when she'd be part
of a tableau like *this* again?  And so she moved, rocking her small
tight fists, hitting every wall, covering as much cervix as she could,
orbiting from her wrists, stretching, stretching.  With Beth's hands
over both her own and Tina's mouths they both came.  Again.  And slid
down the wall until they collapsed in a heap by their clothes.
   "Jesus, girl, who taught you to do a thing like that?"
   Tina tried to put together a sentence, but all that was audible
was 'put her away'."
   Beth laughed.  "Tina's right.  They oughta put you away.  Lock you
up."  She looked over at me.  "Whassamatta, gayboy?  Too pink for you?"
Tina whispered something to Beth, who said, "Right fist, wrong whole?"
Everyone laughed.  "A shame to waste such a thing."  Tina whispered some
more.  "Tina's never seen a man come, except in movies.  You do not want
to disappoint--"
   Maria peeled off the gloves, jumped up and kneeled in front of me.
She looked up and I pulled a condom out of my shirt pocket and handed it
to her.  She spit in her hand, smeared it over my cock, unrolled the
condom and started sucking, alternating her mouth with her saliva
covered hand stroking and moving over the head.  She knew this was the
quickest way with me.  Tina and Beth had pulled on the rest of their
clothes, and Tina's left hand was hidden to the wrist in her jeans.
   "Ooh, when he's ready," said Beth, "just use your hand."
   "And take off the rubber," said Tina, surprising us.
   "Ok," I said, a bit early.
   "False alarm."  But after about another minute or so of Maria's
hand, things started to happen.  Tina moved in right beside Maria and
she squealed when my balls tightened.  Maria held a small wad of paper
towels a few inches over the head and soon I groaned and came, my
fingers clenched around the toilet seat.
   "Oooh," said Tina.  "If I were a guy, I don't think I'd ever leave
the house."
   "Sheesh," said Beth, your whole house would be stucco."
   "Ewwww."
   As we all collected ourselves, I noticed that Tina had the
Pearljam cd in her bag.
   "You like Pearljam...?"
   We raised more than a few eyebrows as we exited en masse.

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