“Come on, sweetheart.” Hogg bent and pushed her torn dress off both shoulders and stood back. “You better suck it, bitch. Or you gonna be sorry you didn’t.” He thrust his hips forward.

She blinked at the swinging head with its loose hood.

Then piss hit her cheek.

She jerked her face. He smacked her across the mouth. Which cut his stream. But there was still a wet blotch on her shoulder and one sleeve. Tears of piss crossed her cheek; and in the corner of her mouth was a single drop. She pressed her lips together, pulling them back in her mouth. The drop in the corner rolled to her chin.

Grinning, Hogg moved his legs apart a little and shifted his hips like he was gonna piss again.

She made a sound.

He said: “Suck it.”

(The nigger put his hands on my shoulder behind me, to watch. I could feel the head of his dick high on one of my buttocks.)

“Open wide. Take it in.”

She opened her mouth. A drop ran across her upper lip.

He leaned forward.

(The nigger’s hands tightened on my shoulders.)

“Hey, cocksucker,” Hogg said, “squeeze my nuts while this bitch is workin’ on me. Come on, come on. Squeeze ’em. Hard, motherfucker.” I pulled away from the nigger and came forward.

I reached, from the back, between Hogg’s legs. The cloth was cold and still wet. I got his balls in my hand; closed my hand.

“Tighter, cocksucker!”

He was rocking backward and forward, so it was hard to help from pulling.

“Goddamn …!” the nigger whispered. Then, he pushed between me and Hogg, grabbing for her—

“Hey, nigger!” Hogg said.

—and yanked her dress the rest of the way down. Hogg pulled free; he was pissing again, his stream spurting around on the couch; but he was laughing.

I heard her dress go. I heard her underpants tear.

She tried to push the nigger away, gasping and crying out and biting off the gasps. She had a lot of black hair on her cunt. The nigger yanked up one leg; you could see the raw pussy hanging through like skirt steak. The wop grabbed her other leg—and even though he still had the knife, she struggled pretty hard. The nigger, his mouth wide, squatted, grabbed her over the other leg, and pushed his face into her. I saw the muscles tighten along the back of his jaw

She screamed, loud, and flung her head back and then down, and beat his head, clawed his ears, her head flopping, around, back, and forth, her mouth still wide and all the breath running out. She roared in more air, and screamed again, beating his back with her heel.

Hogg’s dirty fist turned on the head of his dick. Urine welled over his knuckles and dripped. Some ran down his testicles, making a dark, shiny tongue along his right pants leg.