July 2008

“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.”

Lesbians don’t like me, but I LOVE them. I’m not sure what it is about me that they can’t stand. We have so much in common. They love women, I love women. They love to eat twat, I love to eat twat. Sure, I have an added body part and my breasts aren’t all that big, or even boob-like, but I’m a guy. I can’t help it. That’s the way I was born.

I wonder what it is about me they don’t like? Is it because their not-so-gay girlfriends are pawing on me like I had candy in my pants – yes, there is, by the way – or is it something more? Either way, these two luscious lesbians are here and they don’t care that we’re watching because at the end of the day, they’re getting paid to get us off.

If there’s one thing that I like more than cumming in some slut’s cunt sans condom, it’s spewing my load of gob into the bitch’s mouth. The almighty cum shot, who thought of it, I’ll never know and I can care less about the fucker. Whoever it was, however, was a fucking genius. Now most women don’t like it when you splooge in their mouth because they complain of the taste (ironically, however, they get all panties in a bunch when a guy uses the same reason for not wanting to eat her out). Ladies, it’s called taking one for the team!

Now your ladies (or you ladies) may not be sluts and bitches, but it’s always nice when the fairer sex just swallows up her pride and swallows our cum along with it, am I right? Hell, you may not even have to swallow the pearly white baby batter if you just allow us to shot out load on your face. Anywhere other than in a condom or on your belly would be greatly appreciated.

There’s a reason why I like fucking MILFs – especially if they’re the mother’s of my girlfriends past and present – and that’s because they’re starved for attention. They’re husbands have either left, grown impotent or worse yet, stick around and won’t touch them all the while they’re staring at their daughter’s young and supple friends. And because of all these factors, they make the better lays as they do stuff that even their daughters are too afraid to attempt. And they love me because my young cock stays hard after cumming so that I’m ready to go again in a matter of seconds while their husbands need to pop magic boner pills to fuck them.

She’s a whore, at least for last night she was. We spoke it over a course of maybe months. She wasn’t really game for the idea of another man joining us, but with the options being either that or my cock inside some random slut’s cunt, she opted that pleasuring herself was far more important than my sick fantasies of her munching another woman’s muff. Sick for her, I should add, not for me.

He was a stranger, the man. We, though I should say she, picked him up at some club we were going to at the time. It was notorious for threesomes, orgies and the like.

“He’s interested,” she came back to me. “Though he’s not down for any gay shit.”

I smirked, “Well, tell him that makes two of us. Did you tell him no anal?”

Her face dropped, “But I thought…”

“No anal for him. Your ass is mine personally.”

She nodded.

We returned to the loft where he immediately started undressing. It was our first time as well, but we weren’t that much of a novice couple. Rather than not let him feel like a shithead, my girlfriend proceeded to suck him off as I started to fondle her breasts and simultaneously removing my own clothes.

Looking up, the gracious whore asked, “So guys, when are you both going to fuck me hard?”