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She gets hornier when it’s storming. She walks around with wet see through panties; her bra discarded somewhere between her room and my study. Voluptuous tits bouncing with eat step. Blond hair curtaining them.

“You think you can tear away for a moment?” she asks, sliding her hand down to her moist pussy, rubbing the clit. She takes her fingers and touches her lips until they loosen and let the slick of her cunt enters her mouth. “I’m tasting rather sexual.”

“You want a good fuck, then?” I ask, pulling off my belt. My cock is hard, jutting through my pants. “You’re gonna have to earn it.”

And like the good girl she is, this vixen at twenty-one, she complies by getting on all fours and taking my meat in her mouth.

She laid there, naked. Her soaked panties on the floor. The stale scent of sex lingered in the air. This girl wasn’t Blaspheme. She was just someone who fit the description. After all the searching for her, I had finally given in to my own personal lusts and found the first girl who fit the words others had said. Which was hard considering the differences in the hair, mouth and tits in various descriptions from past lovers and one night stands.

“You wanna fuck me in the ass?” she asked, lifting her cute apple shaped butt up. I slapped it, watching it shake around. Blaspheme wouldn’t ask; she’d demanded.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she’d bark at me. My cock would be rock hard, already in the moment of bursting. And I would, inside her ass and she’ll moan and say, “You like fucking me in the ass, don’t you? Say you like fucking me in the ass.”

And I would comply.

“She’s heart breaker,” the woman behind the sunglasses says. “She sucks you into her world, takes what she needs from you and breaks your heart.”

“You two had a fling?” I asked.

“She had a fling; I had something.”

She provides me evidence, a fuzzy self portrait of her and Blaspheme lying on the bed, nude. Blaspheme is looking off in the distance, a quirk the woman later says belongs to the subject.

“But she can sure eat pussy. She eat me out well. We were lipstick lesbians at best. Neither was a top, we sort of just took turns at the game. But she can make me cum in moments and I can make her cum as well. It’s hard to fake a squirt like that. It’s not someone just pissing like you see in porn. It’s something more than that.”

“So what happened?”

She shrugged, “One day, after an hour of sex, she was gone. I never heard from her again.”

“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” he said. “She’s a blonde nineteen year old girl from Texas. And yes, she loves to fuck, but mostly women. If a man’s involved, she prefers eating out to sucking cock. Either way it gets us hot right?”

I nodded.

“But this one time, I was alone with her. She just stripped down and said, ‘I’m going to give you a show.’ So she got on the floor on the balls of her toes at took her fingers and started rubbing her clit furiously. My cock was rock hard, but she strictly said no touching. She likes to take control.”

“You said something about the socks and shoes,” I add in before his memory becomes a masturbatory fantasy.

“Yes,” he nodded in recollection. “The shoes and socks. Sex, masturbation, oral, anything that has to do with her getting sexual, she loves to wear shoes and socks. She took me shopping at this store once. I believe it’s called The Wet Kitten. The salesman knows her there.”

“She has a cute little body,” the man in the sunglasses told me. “I brought her over to strip for me. She had such a killer body. She must have been at least eighteen, but you know these girls these days look younger than they really are.”

I nodded in agreement.

The strippers on stage have never heard of Blaspheme, nor have they’ve seen anyone who met the description.

“There was this one girl,” the blond with the killer tits said, “but I think her name was Karina, though.”

The man in the sunglasses was my only lead and he was getting me nowhere.

“Blaspheme,” he continued, “was really into stripping. I picked her up at one of these joints and took her home with me. She gave me a free show, but that’s as far as she took it. I wanted to have sex with her, my cock was harder than fuck, but she just smiled and petted the head and went to the backroom to get dressed. I was a shame, too, because she had a killer pussy. They don’t make them like that at all. She’s a special one.”

There are many stories to Blaspheme, which makes me suspicious that she doesn’t really exist. Most of the men at the club swear on it that they’ve fucked her three ways to Sunday, but most of their stories interlock. Threesomes, foursomes, orgies, bukkake, anal, ass to mouth, are all quips and phrases from the mouths of horny older men. How old is Blaspheme? 18. 19. 20. 21. All ages given. She is the barely legal nymph of most men’s fantasies, but also old enough to drink. Her body, small and tender, brings the cocks of the world united and praising the skies.

“I once had a threesome with Blaspheme and this guy she brought along,” one man told me. “The cunt was wet the moment we took off our jeans. She’s a fuck machine.”

I began to worry that maybe these leads were all dead ends.

The blond had enough. She was left strung out after our session of ass ramming sex. “Do it from behind, baby,” she cooed at me when I flipped her over. “Just ram your hard meat up my ass.”

By the time I came, her soft body lied limp on the bed, panting. Maybe I was a little too much for her, I thought, but aren’t we always that arrogant after sex, men? The name Blaspheme was still in my mind. Yes, the girl I was after. I had almost forgotten about the stories I heard about her and the things she does to a guy.

“Tell me about Blaspheme,” I said.

“Don’t you want me to suck your dick instead, baby?” the blond asked. “Don’t you just want to fuck me again and again?”

Despite the fact that I’m in detective mode, I am still a man. And some things are just more important than famous pussy.

Her name is Blaspheme. And she loved to fuck. There’ve been wild stories floating around the club that I haunt on weekends. Even on the restroom wall, the words Blaspheme loves cock are scrawled. So who is Blaspheme, I asked the bartender one night and he simply shrugged. He’d heard of her name, but never seen her.

“I can take you to her,” a younger woman said. She couldn’t possibly be more than nineteen.

First thing I noticed about my guide was her tits. They were magnificent. The most supple pair you ever seen.

“Any chance I go home with you instead?” I asked. “You know for a quick one?”

“If you want to meet Blaspheme,” she said, “it’d better be quick.”

How comfortable do you have to be with your sexuality when she says she wants both cocks inside her precious hole at once? Normally, fucking is fucking to me and I’m perfectly comfortable with two dicks in her mouth, as long as one of those dicks is mine. There other guy, however, seemed a little unsettled by it.

“It’s not gay,” the girl said. “It’s only gay if he’s fucking you.”

“But still.”

“Dude,” I said. “You’re passing up cunt because you’re afraid of dicks touching? How old are you?”

He answered. Perhaps intelligence doesn’t come with age. But I don’t care as long as his cock stays away from my orifices. Two cocks touching in a MFM threesome is a common thing. It cannot be avoided. What can be avoided is a cock in the wrong ass or mouth. It takes a while until we coax him into giving in.

“See, there’s nothing gay about it,” she says as she slips us inside her. The extra cock gives her cunt an extra sense of tightness. “You fucking like it, right?”

But the guy’s too enchanted with her pussy to even respond.

I found her café, not my usual spot, but granted, I wasn’t feeling like my usual self. She was standing off in the corner, sipping a hot tea. She had that nonchalant air about her, so I knew that talking to her would be quite difficult. Good thing too, because I wanted to fuck her not talk about Shakespeare.

“Don’t bother,” she said, pushing me out of the way and walking toward the door. “I’m not interested.”

“I think you are,” I replied, feeling my flesh redden. Was I really that stupid?

“You think you can satisfy me?”

“I can fuck any girl and make her cum,” I said.

“I’ll take you up on that.”

She followed me out. We went back to my place where I striped her of her bitchiness and panties.” I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” I said.

“Do what you want, pussy boy,” she barked.

I slammed her hard. She took it. She took the length of my cock into her tight sweet ass.

When I was about to cum, she pushed me off, spun around and took me into her mouth. “Cum on me,” she begged. “Cum on me and I’m yours.”