Succulent Prey (7 page)

her.

Joe walked down the steps and out the

front door of the library into a waiting cab. He stuffed the armload of books

onto the backseat then jumped in and

directed the driver back toward the

dorm.

The temptation to cruise through the

Tenderloin for street prostitutes was

overpowering and it took a supreme act

of wil to tel the driver to turn right on Sixth Street instead of left, but Joe knew that there would be nothing up there to stop him from indulging his appetites. It would be like a morbidly obese woman

trying to diet at Baskin Robbins. Where he was going was more like the

supermarket. At least there would be

somewhat healthier choices available

even if he were not inclined to make

them.

He pul ed up in the crowded parking lot and looked around to make sure he

didn't recognize any of the cars. The last thing he wanted was to be spotted by

one of the other students or worse yet a faculty member. There was no way of

being sure. He obviously didn't know

everyone at the university but at least he didn't see any cars belonging to anyone in his immediate acquaintance.

Joe listened to the crunchy sound of the gravel crackling beneath his feet as he walked across the parking lot. He sniffed the night air and tried to pick out the smel s of sex from the pungent stench of urine, exhaust fumes, cigarettes, and

alcohol. He tried to hear the pants and moans above the sound of techno dance

music emanating from the smal

storefront. He was losing himself. In his anxiousness to get inside the club he'd left his library books back in the taxi. He'd have to try to track them down in

the morning. But for now, the hunger was ful y upon him, demanding his absolute

attention.

Joe flashed his ID and paid his twenty

bucks. He reached down and readjusted

his cock, which had swel ed until it

pressed painful y against the coarse

fabric of his jeans and rubbed against

his zipper. The monster was awake.

He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, freeing the raging monster

from its prison of denim. After handing his clothes to the topless coat-check girl with the pierced nipples who was so

skinny you could see rib bone through

her chest, the massive sophomore

began to make his rounds through the

club. Almost immediately he spotted a

woman who seemed plucked from his

darkest fantasies. He knew that he was

going to do something bad tonight.

She was absolute perfection, a tal

voluptuous Spanish beauty with long

flowing hair that hung down to her ample waistline. She had catlike almond eyes, ful rose-colored lips, and cinnamon tan skin like some delicate pastry. None of these attributes were what caught his

eye, though. She had thick hips and

thighs and a deliciously plump and

luscious posterior that jiggled as she

walked, awakening the monster's hunger

with each step she took. It was more

beautiful than water to a dehydrated

desert traveler. Joe swal owed again

and again as he began to salivate

uncontrol ably.

Joe had seen her there before. Usual y

she was with some queer boy or another

and once she came in arm in arm with a

six-foot lesbian. She was an absolute

fag-hag but he knew that she was not

gay herself. Though he'd seen her

tonguing that Amazon's clit in one of the orgy rooms, he'd also seen her in a

threesome with two jocks he recognized

from col ege. He'd masturbated in a

corner by himself watching the two

basketbal players lubricate their latexsheathed erections and fuck her in one hole after another as she moaned and

quivered in ecstasy, looking as if she

was in heaven. He watched as they both

climaxed and then left her just short of her own orgasm, laughing and highfiving as she cursed at them. They dressed and left, stil chuckling over their own good fortune. He'd fol owed her out to the curb and watched as she angrily

fought against the tears threatening to spil from her eyes, final y losing after a valiant struggle. Joe had wanted to go to her then, but something had held him

back. The hunger was not as strong then and she hadn't seemed like prey. She'd

seemed like someone that he could

have fal en in love with. A whore with a heart of gold.

Now, as she strode past him, Joe

watched the seductive sway of that

exorbitant ass as if in a trance. His lust was at a fever pitch and even the

memory of her heartbreaking tears

seemed to fuel his desire. He felt the

hunger surge within him, driving steel

through his loins. Her ass was perfect, the most beautiful, sumptuous buttocks

he had ever beheld. His salivary glands went into overdrive and Joe wiped the

drool from his mouth repeatedly as he

stalked her through the sex club, that ass drawing him irresistibly toward it.

The club was cal ed The Backdoor and it seemed the perfect setting for a woman

with an ass that looked like God had

shed a teardrop that slid down her back, nestled just above her thighs, and

became flesh. This was the place where

couples came to put spice back into

their marriages by swapping mates or

picking up a spare for a threesome.

Singles came here looking to be a part

of a menage a trois or a random orgy. It was rare that two singles met in a place like this. But Joe was not interested in having to suck off some dude just to get some quality time with his wife, not when he could get exactly what he wanted out of this voluptuous princess.

Some might have cal ed her overweight,

those woman-hating faggots in the

fashion industry for instance, whose

standard of beauty is based upon the

breastless, hipless, thighless, assless physiques of prepubescent boys. They

had no appreciation at al for true

femininity. For them womanhood was

something to be suppressed, strapped

down, starved away, and hidden beneath

layers of clothing and shame. It was

obvious that this woman was having

none of this. She was proud of the gifts nature had imbued her with. It showed in the fit of her clothing, the tilt of her head, and the swish of her hips. To Joe she

was the very essence of sensuality, her every curve dramatical y enhanced, her

sexuality exaggerated to pornographic

proportions. Her ass looked as if

someone had taken two beach bal s and

shoved them down the back of her

jeans. Perfectly round and absolutely

enormous! Joe was transfixed by it.

It jiggled and bounced maddeningly,

wobbling high on her lower back as if it were waving to him. He wanted her so

bad that it hurt. He could see the

radiance of her wild spirit shimmering in her sinews, in her skin, fat, and muscle. He could smel it scorching the air. Her flesh was alive with the energy of life. Joe smirked as he thought about al

those misguided spiritualists and

religious zealots who mistakenly

believed that the soul was some

separate entity imprisoned in human

flesh. But he knew better. Spirit is flesh. Inseparable and indivisible. He had

tasted it himself. He reached down and

began stroking himself as he fol owed

her from room to room.

Al around couples, threesomes,

foursomes, and more, fucked, sucked,

spanked, and masturbated with what

seemed an overabundance of energy.

Only sex addicts came to these types of places and any true addict would have

sex for as long as sex was available

regardless of hunger, thirst, fatigue, pain, or discomfort. Of al people, Joe should know. His own addictions had led him

beyond the limits of sanity and morality. Just as it was now leading him through a sex club with his throbbing hard cock

pointing the way, like a divining rod.

The Spanish woman stopped abruptly

and her rotund buttocks continued to

jiggle for several seconds after the rest of her body had ceased movement. Joe

felt both elated and disappointed now

that her ass had stopped its bewitching dance. He could now catch up to her, but he could no longer delight in her

salacious movements. If al went wel , he reminded himself, he would have far

more to delight in soon.

"Uh ... hel o?" Joe reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, feeling

foolish as he drooped his shoulders and bowed his head in an effort to appear

smal er and less intimidating. But Joe

was enormous. There was no way he

could look anything but intimidating. He had gotten very adept at playing the

gentle giant, however. Every year on the news he'd heard about people getting

mauled to death for being dumb enough

to try to pet polar bears and grizzlies because the things were so cute. He

figured he could look at least as cute as a grizzly.

When she turned around Joe was

stunned by how young and innocent her

face appeared. She had pudgy cheeks

with deep dimples, ful bow-shaped lips, and large timid eyes with thick heavy

eyelashes. The body of a whore with the face of an angel. Her breasts were

tremendous, every bit the equal of her

remarkable ass. She was a goddess.

She turned to him and smiled. Joe was

loath to lose even a moment's sight of

that blessed ass but he found the

beautiful smile spreading on her angelic face worth the loss.

"Yes?" she asked, smiling wider. Joe didn't know what to say. He was so

excited that the words spil ed out before he could give them order and finesse. It was his lust, the monster throbbing

between his thighs, putting the words in his mouth. His prey-drive guiding him

through the necessary social niceties.

"I-I love you. You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen. I want to

worship you forever," Joe said.

I want to eat you alive! he meant.

The woman's smile faltered a moment

as she examined his face to see if he

was serious. She knew that while some

men found her irresistible, even more

just saw her as a fat chick. His

expression looked so timid, though, so

fearful of rejection, that she was

immediately convinced of his sincerity. This gigantic muscle-bound man, with

the body of a Greek god and the face of a movie star, was throwing himself at her feet.

"You mean that, don't you?"

"I have never seen a more perfect

woman than you.

She reached out and ran her hands over

his mountainous pectoral muscles, his

thick shoulders and biceps, over his

rippled abs and down to the erection

throbbing at his center. Without pants or underwear his massive organ bobbed in

the air, pointing directly at her.

"My God! What a beautiful cock!"

"Thank you," Joe said timidly. Blushing noticeably.

She caught the thick slab of meat in her hands and began stroking it, barely able to fit her hand completely around it as she pul ed him closer until her breasts rubbed against his stomach. He was so

tal that his cock went up between her

cleavage as she closed the distance

between them. She knelt slightly so that her breasts lined up perfectly with his genitals. She began sliding his cock up and down between her breasts. Joe

shuddered, feeling like he was about to explode.

"What's your name, handsome?"

"Joe. J-Joe Miles," he stammered as he tried to keep himself from orgasm. He

didn't want to cum like this. He wanted that ass. Its image was stil burned into his mind even as he tit-fucked her

between those huge double-Ds.

"Good to meet you, Joe," she said, stil rubbing his cock. "My name is Alicia."

"I want you, Alicia."

Her knees went weak.

"Wel , we are in the right place for love now, aren't we?" she said, gesturing around at the orgy rooms fil ed with

urgently fucking couples. There was a

pain in her. It was obvious that she had long ago convinced herself that sex was al she was good for.

"No," he replied. "We should go someplace more private. This isn't the

right place for you. You deserve more.

He was saying al the right things. She slipped back into the blouse she'd been carrying around with her.

"Okay then, Joe. You lead the way." Joe retrieved his pants and shirt from the coatcheck girl and they walked out of

The Backdoor and into the parking lot to catch a cab.

"So, who are you, my handsome

stranger? What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a student. A psychology student at the uni-vers ity. "

"And what is this then, some kind of research?"

"No. Not at al ."

"Wel , I've never been to col ege. But I've always been interested in people and

what makes them tick. I've seen sides of the human psyche that most people don't even have the stomach to read about, al kinds of perversions. Shit you couldn't even imagine. From grown men who

dress like babies to women who like to

be pissed on and humiliated."

"How the hel do you meet people like that?"

"I work at a fetish store on Folsom. We sel everything from leather, to latex, to iron shackles, to vibrating butt plugs, and adult diapers."

"I know the place. I've been in there once or twice."

"Real y? Now what is a nice col ege boy like you doing in a place like that?"

"The same thing I was doing at The Backdoor. The same thing you were

doing there. Trying to make life a little more intense, a little more worth the