Indulging her was always a challenge.

She had such an allure. I never could fuck her enough. Even in her piteous, most terrifying aspects I could see her beauty. My friends admonish me by giving her some awful names. But each of them had his own female ball and chain. None of them got the sex that I did and told me so when I marvelled them with my adventures.

She loved to get berated during sex. She’d have me seat my 230 pounds on her shoulders and death fuck her mouth while shouting insults. To gain more leverage I gripped the headboard and slammed her head into it with furious strokes. Her clit was almost too easy a task. She’d keep a continuous pressure on the hood at the head, barely moving it while I slammed and condemned her vehemently. She came violently, usually in a cold sweat, in the ways I have seen many Scorpios do.

She also had a taste for public sex, especially in adult bookstores.

One particular occasion happened after her daughter (who I’d later debauch for a Jack in The Box Cheeseburger-her request) got her face punched by an excon, ex OG at the Christmas Eve NA dance in ’96.

I extracted her from the situation and as a “reward” she told me it was my night and I could have anything I wanted after she shot some speed which of course I “had” to help her procure and inject.

We went to Mickey’s-a dirty book store with a big theater. She asked me what I wanted and I said a rim job while I beat off so I could finish in her mouth. She popped in some big cinnamon flavored gumballs and I straddled her over a flat bench in a smaller theater. A crowd quickly gathered while we went at it. Soon a chorus of voyeurs found themselves beating in tune to my own asslick generated wanking.

I had to keep my eyes trained on her in her black lingerie`, face buried in my ass and focused jamming my meat.

Finally, I blasted with a series of groans and squirted the gel into her red stained mouth and throat. She swallowed with a hungry gulp and smiled at me, “Get what you wanted, College Boy?”

I cleaned up on her robe, zipped up and turned to get out of the place.

As we went toward the doorway we had to dodge small puddles of spunk that our crowd of onlookers had dropped. There must have been over a half dozen of them. They stood against the wall of the small room, eyes glazed over, looking hungrily at her. As we moved toward the doorway some guy came up and gestured for a handshake to which I did not respond and remarked.

“Dude, that was the best show I have seen here in a long time! Thank you!”

The poor depraved wanker actually looked grateful.

After a few more weeks of fucking I quit the liason because her next fantasy involved us picking up a bum from the park, and me buttfucking him while she gave him head. Done, done, done.