Hogg pulled out his dick, got down on his knees, straddling her legs, caught two handfuls of her ass and spread her. “Hey … shit, man!” His foreskin was so long a full hard didn’t come out the end. Pushing it into her rectum, skin wrinkled up around the glans’ base and turned back over the shaft. He leaned forward. “Oh, fuck.…” Pumping, Hogg got her rolled onto her side. He grunted, “You take her cunt, Denny.…”

Denny got down on the floor and wedged himself into her pussy, bucking his butt, pushing and pushing, rubbing the edge of his sneaker on her raw calf.

It looked like they were balling a limp corpse that for some reason kept gagging every so often.

“Shit,” the wop said. “Oh, shit. Shit. I gotta drop another load in the dirty bitch. Shit. Oh shit. I’m gonna fuck her face. Shit.”

She moaned hoarsely, the sound wavering with their movements. Every once and a while, her fist came up and flapped at Denny’s shoulder. The boy’s blond head, rocking with his thrusts, was in her neck.

The wop’s cock was dull as milk chocolate. He ran his sausage-thick fingers up to the head, pinched the ring, tugged a little, let go and ran back down to the base. Then he would pull his lips, all stubbly above and below, real thin, up from his teeth and his breath would hiss into his chest. He went around to her head; when he squatted, he knocked the table leg. The cat rolled to the edge and fell.

Ceramic shattered.

Pieces rocked on the boards and on the rug.

The wop locked his grease-blackened fingers in her hair—ruined shapes crumpled like paper. He lifted her head from between Hogg’s and Denny’s. Her eyes were closed tight. Eye makeup had run down her face like oil. She’d been wearing skin-colored lipstick too; it was smeared all around her mouth now.

“Shit,” the wop said. “Oh, man, shit …”

“You better watch it,” the nigger said. He stood with his fly half closed; his hand had gone back in it. “That bitch is near crazy, now. Watch out she don’t try to bite your cock off.”

The wop snorted a funny sort of laugh, looked at me—I don’t know why—and looked back at her. He was hefting his knife in one hand. “I don’t mind a little bridge work rubbin’ up against it. Come on, baby. Chew on my pecker.” With the hand that held the knife, he held his cock in three fingers and rubbed the ring on her mouth. He pushed the head between her lips. But she wouldn’t open her teeth. “Oh, yes you will.…” He let go and laid the knife point against her neck. So she took it.

“Oh, yeah …!” He looked at the nigger. “She really chomp down on it, shit, I’ll cut her head off.”