I looked up. Hogg’s balls hung out his fly; his thick cock, with its hose of foreskin, curved down left of his nuts. Above that, I could see his blond gut pushing over his belt. His shirt hung open. He stared down at me, panting a little; he looked pretty fierce. When he let up with his foot just a little, I slipped down and pulled it against my face, got the first two toes in my mouth and jabbed my tongue for the jam between. After a second, he began to flex them, pushing his foot further in, getting in two more toes, and trying to grip my tongue.

Then he grinned, and rocked my head.

I watched his cuff shaking. I licked the gritty underside of his foot, then pulled myself up his leg, brushed my face on the hot skin of his balls, pushed my mouth into his crotch’s stench, rubbed his wet cock on my face. He put his hand down to adjust himself against my face. I licked his fingers, which were still tacky with halfdried pussy juice and cum. I went back and forth between licking his balls and sucking his fingers. His cock rose beside my cheek. Finally he took hold of my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. He chuckled again, began to rock, stuffing his dick deep, thrusting and thrusting while I held my arms around his rocking hips. When he came, I backed to the tip, to take it in the front of my mouth, digging inside his long, loose, cheesy crease. Finishing, he let go of his breath and his bladder. I went down to the hilt again to suck his piss. He stuck a thumb beside his cock, tickling the side of his dick and my tongue, swiveling his big hand around my face, wiping hot leakage under my chin, up my cheeks, and back against his testicles. His pants leg, soaked in urine, wet my t-shirt. I drank all I could. Which was a lot. But the rest kept blowing up my cheeks to splash out finally over Hogg’s pants and hands. I tried to hold my tongue over the tip and plug him but you can’t do that. Gasping and grunting, he finally stilled.

And still holding me by the face, he shouted: “Hey, you motherfuckers! Get the shit up from there! We can’t haul that deadass pussy around all goddamn night. We still got work to do.”

“Motherfucker.…” From Denny’s panting, I could tell he was fucking her again. “—you won’t let me neck with the cocksucker, and … now you don’t give me time to get my rocks … off in here …”

“You want to drop your cookies?” the nigger asked, drawling real slow. “Okay … here you go, boy!” I heard three loud slaps.

Denny caught his breath at each one; the woman moaned.

“You shoot?” the nigger asked.