The Summer of Love

Chapter One-2

The coffee house was packed all evening, but with midnight looming on the horizon the crowd began to thin until it was just Blossom and me, the draft-resisters, and two guys in Army jackets planning a new rally for the middle of summer. I might have stayed the night with them, the way they swept me into their important passions.

The fellow with a black goatee had his hand on my thigh, inching its way up my skirt when Corey found us. Blossom almost shrieked, jumping back with one of those silent startled expressions of fear as Corey grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around. Angrily pulling me from the coffeehouse, to the shocked expressions of my new friends, I stumbled at his side until we were in the flat and he pushed me to the mattress. Bird was on the far side of the room tuning his guitar, and Nan had a lover panting in the bedroom. Blossom, who’d followed quickly on our heels was just coming up the stairs.

I stared into Corey’s fury wondering where it was taking him. His eyes skirted the room but gave up not finding what he was looking for. He plopped into a chair beside me and pulled me over his knees into his lap. Throwing up my skirt he spanked my ass with the palm of his slapping hand until I cried like a screaming kid for him to stop. The flat went silent except for the sound of his hand on my ass and my squawking shrieks. Bird stared into my upside-down eyes, Nan quit f*****g her lover and Blossom stood frozen on the stairs.

“Corey, noooooo!” I tried wriggling off his lap. He was strong as an ox and pissed as hell, and not particularly caring that I was pissed myself. I suppose the sight of my ass turning a vile red was turning him on. I suppose I was turned on too, because after a while it didn’t seem so painful anymore. I stopped flailing, realizing how the vicious heat spread all around me. As I lost the fight, Corey slowed the smacks, his palm taking time to squeeze my cheeks with a firm caress.

“You little b***h,” he oozed his charm back inside me, “let some jerk f**k with you again, and I’ll find my old work belt and give it to you hard, understand?”

I did, but I wasn’t speaking much. “Uh huh,” was all I managed, as my cunt turned slippery, Corey’s hand melting inside it with fingers making me feel a new kind of heat. I peeked around again, seeing Blossom and Bird on the mattress opposite us, going after each other like rabbits.

“Come ‘ere, man, and feel this ass,” Corey motioned to them, and Bird crept close, Blossom following behind him, their hands avidly laying it to me, while I squirmed for different reasons. I was alive from my toes to the top of my head and everywhere in-between. Bird smacked me too, alternating with a few more slaps from Corey, as Blossom planted her lips on my upturned ones. It was damned awkward until we all fell on the mattress—my ass still high in the air, being fondled and petted and tongued by two men, while Blossom’s lips did everything else. She was under me when I was on hands and knees, her teeth teasing my n*****s, making wet circles around the puckering buds. My lips would drop into the fragrance of her just in time to feel myself jerked back, my hair pulled by some man’s hands. Didn’t seem to matter anymore who it was. Bird. Corey. They both entered me and spanked my sore behind with as much force as Corey used to punish me.

Delirious to the meaning of the moment, my hot ass seemed to drive my cunt, as I begged for more abuse, which they freely gave.

Driving me deep until their organs were too thick with liquid c*m to wait, they finally splashed themselves inside me. First Bird, then Corey I think—though it was all one vague blur of feeling. Afterwards they sucked at my ass until I came on one face or the other—I’m not sure which one.

We were limp for a while afterwards, Bird fingering Blossom’s clit, suggesting that I suck it. First time I went down on a woman’s snatch, I breathed myself, tasted things I’d dreamed of, a biting sour and a delicious sweet. She was a little instant of heaven. My hands could hardly believe the way her thighs felt to my touch. Like mine, so soft that I could have melted within that quivering flesh. Yet, Corey kept spanking my ass in erratic intervals, like he didn’t want me to forget he was still pissed off. And after Blossom tensed and shuddered, he pulled me out from between her legs and rolled me into the corner, where I was pinned against the cold stucco wall.

He clutched my ass, staring me in the eye. “Don’t cheat on me again, bitch.”

“I didn’t cheat,” I answered him back. He smacked my behind hard.

“Don’t lie to me, don’t cheat on me. I’m keeping you safe here, because it’s not safe out there.”

“That’s not true,” I disagreed. “It’s all love out there, Corey, everyone’s happy. Maybe it’s just you.”

“No,” he shook his head, “it’s not like that, and you’re stupid if you think so. You think those peacemakers are happy?”

I didn’t argue, being somewhat wise even for my youth.

“I don’t want you around those assholes.”

“Assholes!” I was quick to go to their defense, but Corey shot me down.

“They don’t know s**t and neither do you. You want me, want to stay with me, leave them alone.”

“Or what? You’ll spank me again?”

“I told you want I’d do. I have a fat work belt that you’ll just love.” He snickered like some devious thought was traipsing through his head.

“Love it!” I shot up on the mattress, scratching my back on the wall as I did. Corey pulled me back. Blossom and Bird were in a bedroom, Nan was f*****g her lover again, but this conversation had to be private, so private Corey would only whisper his message to me, like that was the way to hear it best.

“Yeah, love, little one. Don’t lie to me, baby,” he spit out beneath his breath. “You liked my hand on your ass, and the more I pelted your behind the more you wanted.”

I seethed with denial on the tip of my tongue that I didn’t dare speak.

“Oh, I see those green eyes flash,” he laughed quietly, while I remained held by him, his arms around me so tightly, his face so close I could smell his breath and almost taste his skin without my tongue connected to the sweaty surface of him. My cunt was throbbing, and how it would have throbbed against his leg looking for another full erection, but I kept myself subdued, frozen with fear. “You like this, don’t you?” He snickered from his dark place, and that only made me desire more. “Hands above your head, b***h!” he shot off the whispered order, and I didn’t dare disobey. With Corey backing off, he pulled me to the center of the mattress. His d**k was rising fast.

I lay arms overhead immobile, staring at his bobbing p***s, so hard it shot up toward his belly, curving gently—though there was nothing gentle about this prick. Veins bursting from the muscle, my lips went wet, waiting for my lover to present it to my mouth. He had his hand grasping the shaft, moving his uncut skin along the rod. I reached out to take it in my hand, and he shot off angrily, “I said above your head and keep them there. Don’t move,” his eyes were beautifully resplendent with darkness. He whispered more, “don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to. Listen to my voice, hear me. Hear nothing but me, and look at my prick.” I couldn’t help but stare, and feel its power to woo my s*x without a single touch. “Yeah, baby, stare it down. Take a good long look and think about what it can do. Think about it at your mouth, your lips running over this skin. Think about it slipping down your throat, about my f*****g your submissive mouth.” I could feel it now as though it was against my lips, the thirst in me painful, desire tickling my bound hands above me, his voice, his command winning my obedience. My chest rose toward him in a natural rhythm—to beckon and entice him to me. But he was content to see me writhe on the mattress as though he’d actually bound my hands with rope. I couldn’t move, and his eyes saw my pain as the rising expectation almost made me beg.

At last, he straddled my chest with the bobbing organ pulsing over my face. My tongue reached out to lick his dangling balls but they were beyond my reach.

“Baby, please, I want to suck.”

“Do you now?” his sneer raised my thirst. “Cunt hot, is it?”

“Ummm, yes.” My lips were wet.

He guided his prick downward. “Taste.”

There was salty pee and dried c*m—a refreshingly sweet taste, and the aroma of a woman’s cunt, my cunt, lingering on the shaft. “More,” I begged him.

He pressed the head to my mouth, pulling back the foreskin so there was nothing but a smooth purple head to taste with my tongue. “Humm, more.” Corey fell over me, hanging on to my clutched hands, taking one each in his and pinning them wide, as his c**k slipped deeper into my mouth.

“Take it, baby, you take it all and make me c*m again.” He began to f**k my mouth, while I sucked him hard, and swallowed, already finding pre-c*m leaking down my throat. “That’s it more, all of it, open wide,” he urged me on. I felt him hit the back of my mouth while I resisted the temptation to gag. Then, with his groin pressed against my face, he began to f**k me like he’d f**k my cunt, my lips concurring, pressed tight against the shaft, squeezing as he moved in and out with a maniac’s zeal. “Ahhhhh, yess, baby.” I could feel the gathering climax, sense the pulse, and then as he began to shoot, the taste of sperm was all over me, as a sticky rain covered my lips and then my cheek. The last of him he wiped between my breasts.

Corey batted the reclining organ on my p***y, pressed a finger to my center, then watched my face in its contortions, how I desperately reached with my hips thrust on his hand for more. I clutched his fingers just as my mouth clutched his d**k and let this violent orgasm come and leave me strangely unsatisfied. What more could there be? I wondered.

“I really should bind you sometime, Asia,” he said as his hand withdrew from my crotch.

He lay beside me, and tickled my nose with my hair.

“And I’d like that?”

“Why not?” he said rising from the mattress.

His proud body gleamed like snow gleams by the light of the moon. He seemed to me some haughty bird, strutting above me, smoking a cigarette, while his pendulant balls swung buoyantly between his thighs. He was distant, pensive, swallowing a shot or two of bourbon before he collapsed back to the mattress again and fell asleep beside me.

I wrote J.T. the next night while Corey was out playing a concert. He wouldn’t let me go, and we almost had another fight. But then he was really sweet, kissing me, fondling my cunt, telling me he’d bring back something special. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t go. It was always Nan going to his concerts because she sang with him and Bird. Corey said I’d be in the way. Perhaps he didn’t know that I could sing too.

Some sad petals

fall against the ground, and there crushed under foot,

pale from over exposure to the sun and the lack

of some good sustenance to keep them.

It is true, they are dead from the start,

and no measure of preservation will make them otherwise.

I didn’t like this poem, but I dreamt it and sang it until I finally sent it to Greenway with a note.

I hope this doesn’t piss you off I’m writing like this. But I have a feeling you’d understand. I’m living with Corey in San Francisco. He’s my sad petal. Sometimes I feel I’m withering under the strain of him, but he makes me happy—my body in particular. Free s*x would be so far-out, and yet here I am with a man that wants me for himself—unless he decides to share me—which happened last night. He makes me feel special, but drained.