From: bgriffin@ic.sunysb.edu (Benjamin Griffin) Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Subject: Central Sex Date: 13 Nov 1995 03:18:57 GMT Organization: rec.arts.erotica immoderation Message-ID: <486df1$a0e@netaxs.com> Archive-name: central-sex Central Sex by Eli the Bearded She leaves Bergoff Goodman and walks over to the park. Shopping had been bad so she had nothing to carry. Agatha often walked through the park to look at the people from the lower strata. Her eye fixes upon a pair of joggers. One is a blonde woman. She has short socks and running shoes in a matching shade of pink. A gray athletic top holds the small breasts against their natural swing. The other is a man with long light brown hair. He is topless. Agatha finds the sight of his sweaty, sinewy body struggling in the heat a slight turn-on. Suddenly she is looking at a young black male roller-blading in her direction. He has dark skin and large dreadlocks. She is disinterested in noticing the bulge in his lycra shorts. The black boy passes and she sees a haggard black junkie. He is dead to the world lying under a tree. His clothes are mottles with years of overlapping stains and general filth. His bare feet calloused and scarred with needle marks warm her crotch. She continues through the park walking north. She stays in the shade during this incessant heat wave. She is aware of the traffic sounds. The closeness of swarms of people keeps her excited. She avoids a crowd of gawking tourists. She is further into the park now. The homeless are easier to find and more interesting. A gray haired black woman sits talking to herself on a small rock. Her sagging breasts are visible through a tear in her shirt. Agatha feels her nipples harden as she stares. She imagines licking the woman's dry cunt and rubs her crotch. Off to the side a Hispanic drunk counts his change. There is an empty forty by his side. The paper bag is soaked. She notices a smell of urine about him. Agatha wonders if he is circumcised or if he can get it up. She walks awkwardly into a rocky area. She knows that few go there. Her heeled boots make the progress impossible so she turns away. In another area on a little traveled path she finds an old man lying a bench. There is a single sheet of paper over his face to keep the light out. His tattered loose pants were once blue slacks. His pin-striped shirt is gray with dirt and stained with sweat. His skin is olive and hangs loose. His muscles are sorry sags of flesh and there is a putrid smell about him. Agatha sits down on the bench by his curled feet. He has no socks on and his shoes are tearing away from the soles. She sees the blackened nail of one of his toes. Without thinking about it she is masturbating through her pants. Her other hand reaches out to caress the feeble leg. He stirs slightly but doesn't really seem aware of her. As she massages his malnourished limb she realizes what her other hand is doing. Shamelessly she stops to loosen her clothing. One finger deep in her pussy she leans over to lick his toes. Now he is awake. He jerks his legs away and sits up. The paper goes flying in a light breeze. He looks confused but says nothing as Agatha pulls his face over and kisses his shriveled lips. Her tongue brings sweet spittle to his parched mouth. She doesn't care that someone is walking by. New Yorkers are capable of ignoring anything. She pushes a second finger in her cunt and push her arm down the bum's loose shirt. The skin on his back feels like it is about to fall off. Still a little confused, the bum begins to remove his shirt while resisting her kiss. With his shirt off a large burn scar is visible on his chest and skin cancer covers his shoulders. Agatha pulls away from him for a moment. She uses the time to unzip her top and pull it off. She then begins to kiss and rub his chest. At the same time she directs one of his frail hands to her heat. She sucks hard on one of his nipples. He begins to finger the wet pussy. He licks her blonde hair and pinches her gumdrop nipples. She pulls her pants further down then works at his. Once she has his soiled underwear down to his knees, she pushes him back down. Again someone passes pretending to be oblivious. Agatha gets on top of him in a sixty-nine position. He continues the finger-fuck. Now he uses his thumb to rub her clit as well. She begins to suck his shriveled cock. He is uncut and she licks up the head cheese. His dick and balls smell of ringworm. She rubs his balls but he still is flaccid. Skin flakes out of his groin but she does not notice. She sticks a finger in his crusty ass. The surprise causes him to stop his work on her twat. She responds by sticking a second finger in. He pulls his hand away. She tries to grind her loins against his chin. The fingering of his prostrate finally stirs some life in his dick. He gives her lips a cautious lick. He restrains from vomiting but sneezes. The mucous sprays across her ass. She stops rubbing his scrotum and begins to finger herself again. She continues to finger-fuck his sphincter. He grabs both of her breasts and squeezes hard. His erection has grown enough that she cannot get it all in her mouth. She bobs and sucks and drools and licks the lackluster rod. Agatha begins to cum. The liquid dribbles through her bush. It then drips across his scrawny neck. She pulls out of his ass to better blow him. She rubs the base of his cock while beating the glans against the back of her throat. He begins a less monotonous stimulation of her tits. Her own cum continues to flow in gooey rivulets. Finally she tastes his precum. She uses both hands now to aid her fellatio. Without her fingers her own flow begins to ebb. The squirt of his orgasm is weak and small. The semen is bland and very sticky. She struggles to swallow it. His cock, never rock hard, shrinks fast. He still works at her breasts. She licks and continues to suck him. At last she stops. She gets up and collects her clothing. A roller- blader goes scooting by. She dresses herself. The guy just lies there somewhat dazed. She pulls up his underwear to make him decent. Then she slips a wad of small bills in his shoe. Agatha still has his cum in her mouth as she leaves the park. She hails a cab to take her home. Elijah ------ http://mathlab.sunysb.edu/~elijah/ -- rec.arts.erotica, a moderated Usenet newsgroup for erotic fiction and verse submissions: <erotica@sub-rosa.com> * admin: <erotica-request@sub-rosa.com>