Mind Blower (20 page)

One of the men across the room looked up and shouted, "Bingo gives the best fucking blowjob in the world." Another man in the corner challenged him. "She's not as good as Mary," he said. "That ugly bitch!" said the first. "Bingo's prettier," admitted the second, "but Mary really likes it. With Bingo it's only a business."
 

"Who's Bingo Katy?" I said.

They all spoke at once. "Who's Bingo Katy? Man, everybody knows Bingo Katy. Where you been? How'd you get here?"

Just then the little girl appeared again, and one of the men went in. A moment later, a different man came out. He stood at the door, held his cock through his pants, and made smacking noises with his lips. Everyone chuckled. He went out and we settled back to wait again. The wait went on for a long time, and a nervous tension filled the room. The navy man began to grumble. "Why the fuck do we have to wait? She's just a whore. I want to go in when I want to go in." And he started to crawl toward the door when two of the men jumped on him. The sailor put up a fight, and a scuffle began. Soon there were four men on him, and he was pinned to the floor. One sat on his chest and said, "You wait your time like the rest at us. If you don't like the way she does it, go someplace else." The sailor was let up, and he left angrily, cursing and kicking things.
 

The noise died down and the entrance to Bingo's room opened. I could see the man who had just gone before lying on her bed with his pants pulled down to his knees. And standing in the doorway was the most heartbreakingly beautiful Japanese woman I had ever seen. Her beauty was not in the classic manner, with small lips and thin eyes. Rather she had an open face, and a lush mouth which seemed to be constantly breathing and secreting. She was short, yet had full breasts and widely breaking hips. She clutched a kimono to her chest. "Is there some trouble?" she asked, and as she spoke, I fell in love with her. With every understanding of all the implications of the situation, my heart nonetheless opened and accepted everything that was, with her as the lens which focused all creation.
 

She looked at me and her eyes glistened. "You no come here before, yes?" I felt my heart flutter. "Yes," I said.

She swept the room in a glance. "You all come now," she said. The men looked at one another for a moment, and then we all lumbered to our feet and stooped into the room next door. "Today is my birthday," she said. "We have a party."
 

In a few minutes it was like any party. The beer came out, and I produced grass, which most of the others had never even heard of. And in bits and pieces, I heard the story of Bingo Katy.
 

She was twenty-four, and at the age of sixteen she got a brilliant insight into a means of solving her financial future. While her playmates were being girded for some inane job bowing people in to department stores, or being readied for marriage to men who would treat them like articulate cattle, she decided to go play with the Americans. She left home and headed for the nearest airbase, where she installed herself in one of the local bars. A pimp picked her up very quickly, and sold her virginity for thirty-five dollars to a hairy sergeant who was willing to pay higher for the privilege of deflowering a teen-ager. She worked at prostitution for six months until one night a soldier asked her to suck him off. She had not even considered it, and although she had no reason not to, said no. He pleaded with her, and the more he pleaded, the stronger became her resistance. Finally he said, "I'll give you five dollars more. I won't tell anybody."
 

The idea of making money without her pimp's knowing was enough to convince her, and she agreed. He lay back on the bed, and she slid down until her mouth lay opposite his cock. She wondered how she was supposed to do it, and realized she had no idea of what the technique was. So, quite simply, she asked: "How do you want me to suck?" The question seemed to inflame him, for he squeezed his thighs together. "Just take it in that juicy mouth, baby," he said. It seemed simple enough, but she wondered why he was speaking in a hoarse whisper. She leaned forward and let the cock slip between her lips. Not knowing how far it was supposed to go, she let it slide in until the tip tickled the back of her tongue. It felt very pleasant, so she kept it there, moving her mouth back and forth very slightly to increase the sensation. The man began moaning and rolling his head from side to side.
 

She pulled her mouth off the prick and asked, "You like this?" Again the tightened voice answered, "Start licking it." She brought her face down to the deep spot between his legs, and thrust out her tongue into the crack between his cheeks. She licked up very slowly, over his balls, and up the entire length of the cock. When she reached the rim the change in texture stopped her, and she began licking very lightly all around the edge. He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed down. Her head went forward again and her open mouth took the now-wet cock all the way to her throat. He pulled her head back, and pushed it forward again. She realized that she had to do nothing but let her mouth stay loose, and he would do all the work, shoving her head back and forth so that the cock plunged and withdrew from her dripping mouth and lips. Finally he began to make deep moaning sounds, and then a mouthful of thick tangy juice spilled onto her tongue. For a moment she was too surprised to do anything, and then, in a gulp, swallowed it. She kept her mouth around his cock for a moment, feeling it go soft, and then pulled away. She looked up at him and said, "It tastes like orange juice."
 

He pulled her up to him and began kissing her, which she now found repugnant. "Baby, you can suck me off anytime," he said She regarded him thoughtfully. "You pay?" she asked. "Five dollars every time," he answered. And so her career was born. It was more pleasant, less involving, and more lucrative to suck cocks than to fuck. Also the field was open. There were, as far as she knew, no other whores who specialized in giving head.
 

She quit her pimp, moved to another town near a military base, and got the nickname Bingo Katy one drunken night of details which she could never remember. For almost eight years now she had been sucking cock day and night, with short breaks for vacation. Her waiting room was always crowded, and she became something of a legend to the Americans who found themselves in Japan.
 

She told her story, and some of the men told theirs, and we drank and got more warm and friendly, and clothes began to drop off piece by piece. It occurred to me once to wonder where Tocco had found her and how she could continue this incredible performance on his estate. But I was enjoying myself too much to get into questions like that. Whoever she was, she was someone I wanted to know better outside this particular charade, this quaint bit of meta-theatre that Tocco had arranged.
 

"Hey Bingo," one of the men asked, "how many cocks have you sucked?" Katy tittered and covered her mouth with her hand. Despite all her hardness, there was still much of the shy young girl about her. One of the other men took up the theme with a certain drunken ponderousness. "How many men a night?" he asked. She tittered again and then said, "Maybe twenty, maybe thirty." She paused. "When navy ships come in, maybe sixty sometimes." The thought of blowing sixty men in one night staggered me. "Let's figure it out," the ponderous one said. So we took pencil and paper and began multiplying. An average of, say, forty men a night, for about three hundred days a year, for eight years, at six inches per cock, became some ninety-six thousand men, or over nine miles of cock! She didn't understand the figures and we got a dictionary to translate it into Japanese measure. Nine miles! When she understood what that was, her eyes grew wide and her mouth broke into a broad, pleased childlike smile.
 

We lifted our glasses in a toast. "Nine miles of cock! Here's to the greatest cocksucker in the world!" And we titled her, "Blow Queen Bingo Katy."
 

We drank and fell into an uneasy silence. The erotic underbelly of the humorous figure began to impinge on our mood, and suddenly we were seven men sitting around half undressed with Bingo on her bed. She sensed the change in mood and became nervous. "You no gang bang Bingo Katy," she said, and began to pull back. But there was nowhere to go. "Let's get her," said one of the men. And they all reached forward at once to grab her. I sat back and watched. I didn't want to be part of it, and the scene wasn't mine to tamper with.
 

She started to scream, and one of them put his hand over her mouth. "We have to tie her down," he said. Four of them ripped off her clothes and then pinned down her limbs, while the fifth tied a handkerchief over her mouth, and the sixth went to find some rope. He came, and within minutes she was securely trussed to the corners of her double bed, completely spread-eagled.
 

Then, as though they felt the impact of what they were doing, they stepped back. For a moment they seemed embarrassed, but Bingo began struggling, and the movement of her body tipped the balance away from rational consideration. Her breasts rolled from side to side, and the cloth cut cruelly into the corners of her mouth. Her gaping cunt twisted as her thighs rocked to and fro. Her eyes were filled with terror.
 

The men slowly began to take the rest of their clothes off. Then one of them reached down and grabbed her hard by the cunt. He took the hair in his fist and yanked it painfully. She bucked back and attempted to moan under her gag. He knelt at her side and began slapping her cunt with his other hand, hitting the tender lips with snapping fingers. One of the other men bent over her and spat copiously into her face, then started slapping her. A third bit at her nipple, holding the tip of it between his teeth and squeezing until I thought he would pop it off into his mouth. The others raked at her flesh with their nails and bit at her thighs.
 

"Let's give her some beer," said the one slapping her face, and he took a large beer bottle and shoved it brutally into her cunt lips. The beer spilled into her cunt and began to run out onto the sheet. He dove between her legs and began lapping at the beer as it spilled, and then drew back to shove the bottle all the way into her, past the neck and up to the shoulder, until her cunt would stretch no more to accept it.
 

She was close to fainting; the man pulled the bottle out and shoved his cock in. The unlubricated cunt protested the dry intrusion, but he forced his way in, burning her lips and cracking with his entire weight into the softness between her legs. Then, to my surprise, he said, "She's getting hot," and I could see the first secretions beginning to form on his cock as he plunged it in and out of her now-moist cunt. "Cut her loose," he said, and the others undid the knots. Immediately her hands flew to his face, fingers aimed at his eyes. He blocked her thrust, and punched her back. "Sit on her," he ordered, and one of the other men came up and sat on her face. She turned to one side, and I could see the heavy cheeks of his ass forcing her mouth open while her eyes winked in pain.
 

But at the same time her legs began to open, and she made small shuddering movements with her pelvis. The cheeks of her ass flattened and dropped full as she shoved the weight of her loins into his cock. Two of the men each grabbed one of her legs, and pulled them wide apart. I thought for a moment they would snap, and the tendons along her inner thigh rose up and formed bridge cables to the opening of her cunt. She was totally spread apart and utterly exposed, and hands and mouths swarmed over her, prodding, kissing.
 

The first man flung his body into the crevice between her tortured legs, and with a buck and curse, he shot his load into her. And remaining for barely a second, he pulled out, and began punching at her cunt in anger and disgust. "Hold it," one of the others said, "leave some for us." The man sitting on her got up, and grabbing her shoulders, rolled her over. He put her mouth on his cock and said, "Start sucking, and if I feel your teeth once I'll knock them all out of your mouth." She looked at him with horror, and then slowly lowered her head, her tongue pointed out of her mouth, and her lips drawn back over her teeth in an exaggerated curl. Her tongue met the tip of his cock, and then slid down it to the shaft, and the whole thing slowly entered her tentative and probing mouth. She moved up and down a few times, then one of the other men picked up a belt from one of the discarded trousers, and brought it down hard across her ass. She flinched but dared not move too much for fear of brushing her teeth against the cock in her mouth. The belt slammed down again, raising reddish welts against the delicate yellow skin. Time and again the belt whapped against the now-bleeding cheeks but not for an instant did she lose the delicate balance at her lips. She dug her nails into the first man's thighs, and as tears rolled down her cheeks, she moved her head like a piston up and down on the engorged cock until the man grabbed her hair and shoved her completely down, burying the cock in the pit of her throat, forcing his sperm to spill down her throat. She started to pull away after he came, but he held her there for a full minute, and then I could see a different kind of motion take place as urine spilled up through the same opening and into the back of her mouth, where she drank like a child with its mouth at a water tap. She swallowed all he had inside him, and then fell back.
 

One by one the others mounted her, one taking her in the ass, causing her to cry out in pain whenever his body slapped against her raw buttocks. Yet another fucked her from behind, and again I marvelled at the mechanism of woman's sexuality, for despite all the terror and degradation involved, the sensation of having a cock in her cunt was enough to start her moving her ass, rotating her thighs in a slow, gentle rhythm. It was as though part of her was mindless, and no matter what the rest of her said, if one put his cock or finger in the right spot, the sexual machine would begin to work.