s aren’t mindful of keeping that geni-space unobstructed, Rikki’s a natural, he’s really drilling her & even forgetting how stoned he is when this dude comes from the other side with his long pink dick w/its lubed helmet & without a fairtheewell the dude’s in her butthole whoa no SHIT, a DUDE, she’s got to have a two-room apt in there because it looks like his BALLS have almost moved in, this is the moment Rikki feared! feeling somebody else’s hardon right through the tendon-y bitchtissue… but the viag/cialis combo + all the other shit in his system including fatburger fries&shake is majorly workin WHOA if he thinks about it (the dick next door) which he tries not to then thinks about it for just a second, if he thinks about it his blackpink, spotted, veiny hardcock is really only separated from the other old, white, gross pud by sin & sinew whoa whoa WHOA it’s cool, thas cool, just don’t think about the other dude, dude, now EVERYBODY’S got the gold fringe on em & Rikki starts hearing SIRENS too, like heading toward the house & then like they’re retreating… & oops now yet a 4th dude (hardbodied, tattooed, Aryan-white, Eddard Starklooking motherfucker) is up there now on the other side of Montana’s 3rd-dick-stuffed mouth, the men bookending her crazy whorehead, but she knows/animal-senses there’s a new dude behind her & wants to welcome him to the neighborhood it’s a beautiful day for a neighbor would you be mine could you be so she reaches back an arm & starts to shaftjack him Fuck Yeah! & so: 1) dick in her mouth 2) eyes shut reachback/neighborly jacking of unseen shaft; 3) double-pen c/o Rikki & Otherdude (later Seth tells Rikki that’s called a full house). . . . . then she turns her head to blow the new neighbor she was just jacking now reachback jacks the FIRST dude she was blowing, total of 3 cameras now, Seth’s + 2 hand-held Circuit City specials, one xxxclusive to giving head & ramminglickingrimming hindquarters, c.u.s that look like cartoon microscopic slide image blow-ups — or fat wormslugs/anemones — or naked mole rats diving burrowing into gopherholes — the stereo dicks at Chippy’s head reminding Rikki of the 1st time a gradeschool slut jacked him & a friend (but nothing like this!), they were at the movies, it was dark, she sat between them, it was so wildly heartbeating FRESH that the boys hardly even considered the other nor would they have particularly cared they were glue-spattering so qwik. . . . . Rikki’s nostalgic train of thought interrupted when WHOA, sudden sensation of falling, his body startle-twitches like when you wake yourself from falling in a dream, you jerk awake, whoa whoa whoa now WAIT—blackness for a moment, he can’t get his mooring tho aware he’s still managing to pound her pussy he hears himself making alien generator-like sounds of consciousness, emerging from the utter blackness, the generator or whatever starts UP gasoline-crackle carburetor throat-clearing sounds (to him) like 1,000 windowsheets of cellophane crackle-rustling all at once in each stereophonic ear & when he resurfaces just like a child in a pool forced under by bullying brother, Rikki hears FUCK yeah! FUCK yeah! but it’s a man’s voice he looks up & Montana’s head is arched back, she’s got her hands on the 2 aforemunchin’d dicks just like she’s in a rowboat now she’s sucking a 5th dude (bearded, homeless-looking) standing right in front of her — dick in mouth, dick in ass, dick in pussy, hands on dicks, what the boygirl clipboard later said they call a royal flush, & she stops her arched-back-neck sucking raising up her head for Rikki to see the face of Laurence Fishburne the one who disowned her for the shame & madness of her public transgressions WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA Rikki closes his eyes hoping the image will dissolve — opening them again — no luck! — she’s still Larry, still Laurence, what have you, even the body feels thicker bigger & heavier as he fucks it, it FEELS like the weightier different-smelling stenk cavity body of a man, Rikki’s left hand still holding her big brown boney ankle W H O A! lets the ankle go let my people go! telling himself it’s just the KJ or maybe the ketamine (Jerzy said there was a “taste” of it somewhere in there with the meth) or was it the PCP-soaked pot — the Thai Dragon White Russian Bubbleberry Blue Ivy Grand Daddy Purple Elvis Gummy Bear Don Cornelius kush… when he was talking to Montana, he never told her his friend Jerzy said her daddy was the one responsible for him not getting the part, lately Rikki listened harder to Jerzy than he had the right to because Jerzy was the only one who listened to HIM & besides J was his connect now for everything&everything, the roxies, coke, beans, meth, the dilaudid lollipops a nurse connect of J’s provided, even the viagcialis, the whole dillio, Rikki never even asked J what he meant or how did he know Laurence Fishburne was responsible, you’d think that he would have asked but he hadn’t. Rikki never mentioned it to Montana because she spoke of her pops in such far-gone morose loving words that Rikki didn’t want to emphasize possible bad traits maybe being passed down from her father’s side not only just that it was important to maintain professionality & total respectfulism (why jeopardize future employment or create problems) but because there wasn’t anything Chippy D could fuckin do about it anyway F U C K Y E A H! Laurence looking down at him now, still, the patriarchal movie’s hands still on the 2 shaftcocks same way his daughter (who completely disappeared) had em & it didn’t matter, Rikki told himself it was just the dope because Laurence Fishburne was TOO REAL, Rikki was consensual raping Laurence Fishburne, as Rikki rabbited Laurence he felt the movie ’s dick like a stale croissant against his ripped flatstomach yechhh & Laurence seemed to like it, he said “Rikki! [Rikki saw/heard it in his head] Your buddy was right, I AM the one who told em not to hire you, baby you were TOO GOOD there’s only room for one nigger on that show, one king, one king nigger, how could I let a young nigger like yourself steal my SCENES but I’m glad we hooked up like this cause now I give you mad props for that mad prick you doin me witt FUCK yeah FUCK yeah F U C K Y E AH everything spinning now, something awful rising up from geni-regions sirens coming & going, gold fringe waving in dead-strangefruit-smelling winds, the fuckface underneath him now fritzing from Chippy to Laurence, Chippy to Laurence, father to daughter, father of the bride, til Rikki PULL OUT! PULL OUT! recognized that awful thing that was rising feeling both dishonor & relief, when he came to consciousness Montana was cumming boygirl/someone/others yelling PULL OUT then actually grabbing him, big hands yanking him out/off Laurence Montana, her cumming & squirting, that’s why they pulled Rikki off so they could get that spurtsillustrated moneyshot, Montana furiously rubbing her clit just like Rikki had seen on pornhub.com or was it lobstertube or was it 3rat.com, rubbing it out out damp spot in order to sustain the concurrent copious horizontal eruption — Rikki returning the favor & drenching her with vomit ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— (ruining the shot.)
s aren’t mindful of keeping that geni-space unobstructed, Rikki’s a natural, he’s really drilling her & even forgetting how stoned he is when this dude comes from the other side with his long pink dick w/its lubed helmet & without a fairtheewell the dude’s in her butthole whoa no SHIT, a DUDE, she’s got to have a two-room apt in there because it looks like his BALLS have almost moved in, this is the moment Rikki feared! feeling somebody else’s hardon right through the tendon-y bitchtissue… but the viag/cialis combo + all the other shit in his system including fatburger fries&shake is majorly workin WHOA if he thinks about it (the dick next door) which he tries not to then thinks about it for just a second, if he thinks about it his blackpink, spotted, veiny hardcock is really only separated from the other old, white, gross pud by sin & sinew whoa whoa WHOA it’s cool, thas cool, just don’t think about the other dude, dude, now EVERYBODY’S got the gold fringe on em & Rikki starts hearing SIRENS too, like heading toward the house & then like they’re retreating… & oops now yet a 4th dude (hardbodied, tattooed, Aryan-white, Eddard Starklooking motherfucker) is up there now on the other side of Montana’s 3rd-dick-stuffed mouth, the men bookending her crazy whorehead, but she knows/animal-senses there’s a new dude behind her & wants to welcome him to the neighborhood it’s a beautiful day for a neighbor would you be mine could you be so she reaches back an arm & starts to shaftjack him Fuck Yeah! & so: 1) dick in her mouth 2) eyes shut reachback/neighborly jacking of unseen shaft; 3) double-pen c/o Rikki & Otherdude (later Seth tells Rikki that’s called a full house). . . . . then she turns her head to blow the new neighbor she was just jacking now reachback jacks the FIRST dude she was blowing, total of 3 cameras now, Seth’s + 2 hand-held Circuit City specials, one xxxclusive to giving head & ramminglickingrimming hindquarters, c.u.s that look like cartoon microscopic slide image blow-ups — or fat wormslugs/anemones — or naked mole rats diving burrowing into gopherholes — the stereo dicks at Chippy’s head reminding Rikki of the 1st time a gradeschool slut jacked him & a friend (but nothing like this!), they were at the movies, it was dark, she sat between them, it was so wildly heartbeating FRESH that the boys hardly even considered the other nor would they have particularly cared they were glue-spattering so qwik. . . . . Rikki’s nostalgic train of thought interrupted when WHOA, sudden sensation of falling, his body startle-twitches like when you wake yourself from falling in a dream, you jerk awake, whoa whoa whoa now WAIT—blackness for a moment, he can’t get his mooring tho aware he’s still managing to pound her pussy he hears himself making alien generator-like sounds of consciousness, emerging from the utter blackness, the generator or whatever starts UP gasoline-crackle carburetor throat-clearing sounds (to him) like 1,000 windowsheets of cellophane crackle-rustling all at once in each stereophonic ear & when he resurfaces just like a child in a pool forced under by bullying brother, Rikki hears FUCK yeah! FUCK yeah! but it’s a man’s voice he looks up & Montana’s head is arched back, she’s got her hands on the 2 aforemunchin’d dicks just like she’s in a rowboat now she’s sucking a 5th dude (bearded, homeless-looking) standing right in front of her — dick in mouth, dick in ass, dick in pussy, hands on dicks, what the boygirl clipboard later said they call a royal flush, & she stops her arched-back-neck sucking raising up her head for Rikki to see the face of Laurence Fishburne the one who disowned her for the shame & madness of her public transgressions WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA Rikki closes his eyes hoping the image will dissolve — opening them again — no luck! — she’s still Larry, still Laurence, what have you, even the body feels thicker bigger & heavier as he fucks it, it FEELS like the weightier different-smelling stenk cavity body of a man, Rikki’s left hand still holding her big brown boney ankle W H O A! lets the ankle go let my people go! telling himself it’s just the KJ or maybe the ketamine (Jerzy said there was a “taste” of it somewhere in there with the meth) or was it the PCP-soaked pot — the Thai Dragon White Russian Bubbleberry Blue Ivy Grand Daddy Purple Elvis Gummy Bear Don Cornelius kush… when he was talking to Montana, he never told her his friend Jerzy said her daddy was the one responsible for him not getting the part, lately Rikki listened harder to Jerzy than he had the right to because Jerzy was the only one who listened to HIM & besides J was his connect now for everything&everything, the roxies, coke, beans, meth, the dilaudid lollipops a nurse connect of J’s provided, even the viagcialis, the whole dillio, Rikki never even asked J what he meant or how did he know Laurence Fishburne was responsible, you’d think that he would have asked but he hadn’t. Rikki never mentioned it to Montana because she spoke of her pops in such far-gone morose loving words that Rikki didn’t want to emphasize possible bad traits maybe being passed down from her father’s side not only just that it was important to maintain professionality & total respectfulism (why jeopardize future employment or create problems) but because there wasn’t anything Chippy D could fuckin do about it anyway F U C K Y E A H! Laurence looking down at him now, still, the patriarchal movie