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Chapters (16)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. The Scorpion Garden
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  10. 6
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  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. “The Scorpion Garden” Revisited: A Note on the Anti-Pornography of Samuel R. Delany
  16. About the Author

She raised her head again. But I hit her in the mouth, hard as I could. With the back of my hand. I didn’t really connect, but my front knuckles stung. So I hit her back the other way. I could feel her goddamn cheekbone. I think I knocked her out for a couple of seconds.

Jimmy was kneeling back, his cock out. It was red as the inside of a broken brick. Veins snaked to the belled head. Stroking it with just the heel of his hand, he dropped his head into her wet, winecolored cunt. You could hear him, like a pig at trough.

He got her thin leg up over his shoulder; she tried to kick his back, but I guess she couldn’t do too much with that one. Every once in a while he’d do something that made her try to clap her thighs together against his ears—I guess it was those teeth—but she couldn’t, really.

I went around beside him, lay down, and shoved my head under Jimmy’s belly—he was still on his knees. I got the head of his cock in my mouth; and a face full of his bobbing fist. When he realized what I was trying to do, he stopped jerking himself, put his hand behind my head and pushed me down on it. I clutched his bony hips and twisted my throat on him; a couple of times I had to come off and take my head out.

Once I saw him lift his face. Wet to the cheeks, he opened his mouth to her thin spout of pee. (I’ve seen a cat do that when it was scared to death by another one who’d got it on its back and was trying to kill it.) His tongue came from under his teeth to break her yellow stream. Then, a hand on each hip, he fell again to rooting.

Me too.

I felt him tensing up. Once he reached down to feel around my face and his hand was wet—I guess he’d been fingering in her. His cock gave a couple of spurts, then drooled out all its mucus.

Someone chuckled.

I finished swallowing and came up.

Hogg, Nigg, and Dago were standing around us and grinning—well, the wop was standing a little off, actually. Actually, he wasn’t grinning at all.

Hogg, one hand hanging down at his thigh, made a little beckoning gesture with his dirty fingertips.