The callused crowns of his gnawed fingers rubbed the side of my cock, then slipped beneath it so that I could rub off in his hand.

Denny shot first, wouldn’t you know.

After a while, the wop stopped moving and just then the nigger’s asshole pinched the tip of my tongue. I guess it must have been the surprise; I shot the same time I jerked my head away. As I pushed myself up—the wop was hunching in her again, so I guess he hadn’t made it yet—Denny got off me. Hogg kneeled back, his palm puddled with pearly mucus.

“Oh shit, man!” Denny said.

He was still hard.

He was still shucking.

“Jesus Christ, I bet I know what that is!” Denny stepped around by Hogg, grinned at me once between red, rotten cheeks, then took hold of Hogg’s wrist with one hand and Hogg’s fingers with the other, lowered his head, and dropped his tongue like a blond cat.

As he crouched, lapping, his cock joggled at the back of the cave his legs and belly made.

After a few seconds, Hogg said, “Okay. Fuck off!” He pulled his hand away and stood up, rubbing his fingers together. The scum on his hands turned slowly gray as snow slush and ran down his hairy knuckles.

“Goddamn!” The wop pushed his other arm back into his jumpsuit sleeve, picked up his knife, and stood.

“Shit!” The nigger stood, more on one foot than the other, buttoning his fly. “That was some good ass.” With his foot, he reached over and wobbled one of her buttocks.

“I think I’m about ready to try it out for myself. You guys got it primed for me real good,” Hogg said.

The woman lay still.

“Hope we didn’t take all the life out of her for you.” The wop chuckled. His jumpsuit was open all the way so you could see the upper half of his cock. The tip with the ring was hanging down below where the zipper came together—the threads were worn and raveled. Christ, he was hairy!

Hogg said: “I don’t care if she’s dead.”

Her hand jerked a little when he said it.

He’d said it pretty coldly, too.

She caught her breath, and when she let it out she was crying again and turned her head away.

They laughed.

“Come on, Denny.” Hogg looked like he had a king-sized beer can hanging inside one leg of his pants. “Help me fix this cunt right.”

“Sure.” Denny’s shucking got faster. “Sure, Hogg. What you want me to do?” He hadn’t lost his hard since he’d come up my ass.