The cuck in literature: part 3

Excerpt From: Robert Anton Wilson. “The Sex Magicians.”

“Scarcely had Hugo deposited two bottles in the box next to the front door when the door itself burst open and young Mary, who was always so prim, stood there, in her birthday suit.

“Mother of God,” Hugo breathed piously. This was indeed a Morning To Remember.

“Are you a Nigra?” the girl asked tensely.

“No, I am a Puerto Rican,” Hugo said with dignity, pronouncing it as they did back on the Island: p*o-air-to reecan.”

“Well, I wanted a nigger, but you’ll do.”

A gigantic Pollack appeared behind her, also naked as a jaybird. He held ten dollars in his hand.

“Do we interest you?” he asked.

“You bet!” Hugo cried excitedly. I am going to fuck a White Protestant Girl, he thought ecstatically, although on one level he knew very well that the Irish were Catholics, too. It didn’t matter. All white girls were by definition Protestant.

Inside, two other young people, naked as angels, were sitting on the floor looking at him with interest as he entered.

Two white Protestant girls, Hugo thought, almost flipping.

“We need a fifth,” Mary Kelly explained briefly.

“We’ve been trying to manage with four and it just doesn’t work.”

“At your service, ma’am,” Hugo said gallantly, quietly pocketing the ten dollars at the same time. The other girl, a dark one, was probably Italian; her pussy, while lush and pleasant enough, might have been found home on the Island. He had eyes for the Kelly girl, whose pussy had a reddish fur that was more Caucasian and Protestant in his mind. Mother Mary, he thought piously, may I get a chance to suck on that Irish pussy for a while.

He could imagine the scene in the pool hall when he told about it later. The guys would be bragging about how far into the dangerous area of White Pussy they had pushed—“I had an Italian girl once,” “Yeah, well I had a pure-blooded French girl,” that kind of crap—and he would announce, casually, “I had an Irish girl, with red hair, and she let me suck her pussy!!!” Boy, would their eyes bug out.

Except that they’d never believe him.

Well, fuck that. He would know in his heart that it was true.

“What do I do?” he asked.

The position was quickly explained and Hugo breathed another prayer to the Holy Mother.

It was even better than he had hoped for. And I, he thought, am virtually the cornerstone.

(Anyone attached to white Protestant pussy, in his mind, was the cornerstone.) Mary Kelly, twenty three years old and rapidly becoming an adult, sat in a rocking chair as the Puerto Rican sat on the floor and began to lap gently at her thighs. He rapidly turned black in her mind, and she waited anxiously for his tongue to enter her cunt. Johnny carefully climbed onto the arms of the rocker and grabbed hold of the curtain rod over the doorway to the kitchen. Mary leaned forward and mouthed on his penis raptly, imagining that he was Father Ryan from the local church. “Normally,” Father Ryan said in her fantasy, “I would consider it Sin for you to let that black buck lick your hot little pussy that way, Mary, but since you’re giving me such a classy blow job, I guess I’ll be tolerant this time. Pax vobiscum, k**.” And he gravely blessed her, taking away all sin and guilt, while she relaxed into the pulsing pleasure of the moist Sidney Poitier tongue up deep inside her wet steamy cunt.

Johnny, balancing on the arms of the rocking chair and holding onto the curtain rod, rocked slowly at first, noting with delight that Mary was more and more relaxed and taking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. He fucked rhythmically into the girl’s mouth, hearing the chair creak as they coupled together. Fucking a mouth, he thought blissfully, is in some ways even better than fucking a cunt. The tongue moved around his hard hot cock and sent little shivers up his body as he fucked deep, deep into her throat, watching her eyes close in a delirium of pleasure. It was even better, he reflected, because she was his sister and he had longed for this kind of super sex with her so many times in his early adolescent fantasies.

Stan, watching his beloved Mary suck on her brother’s big cock while the milkman lapped around inside her pussy, felt a jealousy strangely mixed with pride and pleasure. One thing was sure: Mary certainly wasn’t the prissy little prude she had been only a few hours ago. As Beatrice Portinari sprawled on the floor and began licking Hugo’s ass, Stan knelt behind and began buggering her hot pretty little ass, watching avidly as Johnny’s cock moved rhythmically in and out of Mary’s mouth. He imagined he was going into Beatrice’s mouth for a second then came back to the tight hot sensation of her ass, hearing her moan slightly.

Gee, Protestants can be nice people, too, Hugo was thinking as the Italian girl licked his ass.

He slurped around in the Irish pussy, feeling like a Knight who has finally found the Holy Grail. White Protestant Pussy, he thought, White Protestant Pussy: I love it. He munched on the clitoris passionately, wishing they would believe him when he told about this at the pool hall.

Johnny slowly raised his feet from the arms of the rocking chair, hanging suspended by his grip on the curtain rod. Every muscle in his body was under maximum tension and the energy spasms starting in his whang immediately multiplied. This is the purpose of the position he was using, which is called a Flying Philadelphia Fuck, even though it was not invented in Philadelphia but in the wide-open nearby town of Camden, New Jersey, where the folk are so devoted to extreme and excruciating pleasures as to have made even exciting metropolitan Philadelphia seem staid by comparison. As Johnny hung there, Mary rocked rapidly back and forth, taking her brother’s strained and monstrously enlarged cock deeper and deeper into her throat, feeling him begin to spasm and ejaculate hot white spurts deep down inside her, almost burning with intensity. She immediately was galvanized into a climax of her own, thrusting her cunt madly upward into the air, rubbing all around the milkman’s mouth and nose, feeling his black tongue far up inside the tunnel of her spasmodic vagina, almost tickling her womb.

Hugo, maddened by the Irish pussy coming in his mouth, spurted again and again on the carpet, heaving like a wrestler, driving Beatrice into a new excess of passion as he pushed her tongue deeper into his ass. White Protestant girls, he thought in absolute para-Nirvana, white Protestant girls!

Beatrice Portinari, aflame with fires of insane joy, lapped at the milkman’s ass, feeling Stan’s cock harder and deeper inside her own spasmodic rectum. Bugger, bugger, she thought divinely, thrusting upward to take the stiff prick deeper inside her butt, beginning to explode into total superorgasm in ass and pussy at once.

And then the curtain rod broke.”

Falling, tumbling, over and over in air, all four felt as if they were in free fall, null-gravity, spinning toward the center of space, in blissful total mouth-ass-cock-pussy fuck, unending, world without time.
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