Ronald Rabbit Is a Dirty Old Man - Lawrence Block [36]
Do it long enough and a miracle happens.
I did it long enough, and the miracle happened. I had expected the miracle, I was counting on it, and that didn’t make it any the less miraculous.
Because gradually she stopped not liking it, and gradually she began liking it, and then all at once we were over the top and into the homestretch, and she was shouting things like “Fuck me!” and “Kill me!” and “Tear me apart!” and wriggling her ass, not to escape but to cooperate, and just as she got there I put a finger on her clit and threw her off the cliff.
Christ, did she come! Her entire rectum quivered and undulated around my cock like a vibrating condom. I hammered three more strokes into her as she came, and at the end of the third the dam burst. My sperm was backed up clear to the Holland Tunnel, but she quivered and twitched and milked every drop of it out of me. You know how, when you come really great, your balls actually ache with it? (But of course you know. I’m not talking to a schoolboy, am I?)
A little while later, almost as an afterthought, I withdrew from her. There was this delightful plopping noise reminiscent of opening a champagne bottle. I stretched out next to her. She lay inert, her face on the pillow, her eyes closed, her forehead bathed in sweat.
Ultimately she opened her eyes and looked at me. Just looked at me.
Then, abruptly, she began laughing.
Not a giggle or a chuckle. A full-throated, wide-open, all-woman laugh. She roared.
“Talk about irrational fears,” she said finally.
“Yeah.”
“Jesus, I honestly thought I was going to die. And then I didn’t die. And then I lived. I’m twenty-six years old. God in Heaven, I wasted twenty-six years.”
“You really couldn’t have done much for the first thirteen, anyway.”
“Maybe not. What is it they say? ’If they’re big enough, they’re old enough.’ Is that what they say?”
“I’ve heard the phrase.”
“If I have a daughter, that’s what I’ll tell her. But I’ll never get a daughter from what we did, will I? It’s considered perverted, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so. Almost everything is.”
“What do you call it? What we just did.”
“Anal intercourse, I guess. Sodomy. Buggery.”
“Isn’t there a good word for it?”
“You mean a polite word? Those are all about as polite as you can get.”
“I don’t mean a polite word, I mean a good word.”
“I don’t know. Ass-fucking, I guess.”
“Ass-fucking,” she said, reflectively. “You fucked me in the ass.”
“I certainly did.”
“I liked it.”
“You certainly did.”
“You fucked me in the ass and I loved it. It was even better than when you ate my cunt. I think I have to go to the bathroom. I feel as though I just had an enema.”
“You just did.”
“That’s what it feels like. I’ll be right back. Don’t go away.”
She was back before the toilet stopped flushing. “Oh, my,” she said. “I don’t feel like the same person anymore. I feel very different. First you ate my cunt and then you fucked me in the ass and now I went and took a huge crap. And now look how I’m talking. I never talked like this before. I never said words like that aloud.”
“But you said them inside your head when you played with yourself.”
“How did you know that?”
“Everybody does.”
“They do? I thought I was the only one. I used to worry about it.”
“You can stop worrying.”
“I already have. Are you going to fuck me in the cunt now?”
“Not tonight.”
“Because of your promise? I’ll release you from it.”
“Because I haven’t got the strength.”
“Oh.”
“And the first time ought to be a good one.”
“I guess you’re right. Will it hurt as much as this did?”
“Not a tenth as much as this did.”
“Oh. You liked this, didn’t you? What we did? Ass-fucking?”
“Couldn’t you tell?”
“Uh-huh. You roared like a bull, do you know that? Larry? Have you done this a lot? With other girls?”
“Hardly at all.”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“Why?”
“They mostly don’t want to.”
“Are you serious? I guess you are. Why?”