this might be a pearoast
Friday night, at a pals house quaffing vodka, breakers and tennants super. We had exquisite taste.

I had arranged my girlfriend at the time up at the lonely industrial estate. The same girlfriend with the hairy nipples from a few qotw's ago. Anyways...

Me and my pal's big brother decided to set off towards the industrial estate together. I had tempted him with the faint glimmer that she would be with her drunk friends who may, or may not be up for some additional cock. However it was more to do with the fact he was a man mountain and i had to traverse a long, unlit 'rape path'.

We got to the end of the street whereupon we stumble a pack of the local street-rats. They are excited. They are all between 2 and 5 years younger than me, and i was 16 at the time.

The oldest, a likely boy called Bernie races over and tells us that 'Linda Lookback', on account of her nervous twitch, is going to get humped. Linda is in fact a mother of one and probably about 23-24, an older woman. He goes on to explain that they had been up the night before and she let them in to drink and Bernie and a few others had taked turns to fuck her ravaged clunge.

the only thing in their way tonight, was a locked door....just a door. They insisted they knew she wanted more 'attention' as she was on the floor begging for it.

"OK Bernie, show me"

So we head up the close and open the letterbox to reveal a vista, a genuine, WTF moment. There she is, sprawled out in the hall, naked, moaning about a cock or getting fucked.....it was like something from a David Lynch film. I was a bit shocked, and felt sorry for the woman, as i knew her life had been one long nightmare of casual abuse and degredation.

Bernie insisted he was going to kick the door in to gain access and give her what she needed. On any other day, i would have probably hung around to see what transpired. But i had business of my own, elsewhere. I told Bernie to let it lie, let her lie. That her 50 year old 'boyfriend' the enigmatic 'Man McGinn' could arrive back at any moment and stove their heads in.

I couldn't resist one more look, she was still there, was she drunk, was she dead, was she playing some sort of fucked up game?...i had no idea..All i knew was that i was gonna be late. I appealed to their better nature once again, saying it wasn't worth it and left the scene.

I never found out what happened, mainly because i really didn't want to be party to it, or anything that occurred.

I have more stories from my home town, some of which contain nudity, all of which contain masked horror, none of which contain hope!!
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 28 May 2009, 16:47, Reply)