That night Marni slept. It was a deep, dreamless sleep. The following night she didn't go to a movie nor did she walk.
But she couldn't escape from the dreams, and two nights later she returned to the all-night movie.
He was younger than the first one and more sure of himself. Marni had barely sat down when he was beside her. He said nothing to her nor did she say anything beyond a look to him. The screen had barely started to blur before he had his arm around her shoulder and his hand on her tit.
Marni moved her hand and found his lap. There were buttons on his fly instead of a zipper. It took both hands but she finally got it open and extracted his cock.
"Wow… you don't fuck around do you?" he said, leaning over and whispering in her ear.
"Don't you think I'm beautiful?" Marni said.
"I don't know how beautiful you are, baby… but you sure got a sweet, sweet set of jugs."
He reached into the front of her dress and pushed her bra down so her naked tits could come fully into his palms. His cock jumped to instant life in her hand when her elongated nipples filled with blood and bulged into his sweaty palms. "Oh shit… nice," he groaned.
"Do you love me?" Marni asked, giving the shaft of his cock a hard squeeze and feeling the head swell above her hand.
"I'm goin' too," he gasped, and returned the squeeze on her tits.
"All my lovers fall in love with me when they fuck me," she said.
He couldn't believe his ears or his extraordinary good luck. He leaned back and rolled his head to the side so he could see her face. Jesus, he thought, she was higher than hell. She must be. The pupils of her eyes had practically rolled back into her head so all he could see were the whites.
That scared him a little. He had picked up a lot of chicks in the movies but never a junkie. And he knew that junkies were usually pros. He really couldn't afford a pro. He only had three dollars. He wondered if she had a pimp around the theater somewhere. If he was there in the darkness he probably had a knife, maybe even a gun.
Shit, he thought, just his luck with someone as good as this. If anything did happen he hoped his two buddies would help out.
She was getting him so hot with her tits and her hands it was going to be rough not to get some from her if she wouldn't swing for just three bucks.
"How much?" he asked.
"How much?"
"Yeah," he continued. "For a blow job?"
"No," Marni said, remembering the bad experience in her last dream when she had sucked the man's cock off without getting anything in return. "No… no blow job. Maybe later, after you fuck me. But I want that first. I'm sure you understand, don't you?"
"Oh yeah… yeah, sure. I understand, honey." Could he be wrong? She didn't sound like a pro. She hadn't said dime one when he asked her what the price would be. "Okay," he whispered, "you got some place to go? Like, baby, we can't fuck here. Somebody would see us sure as hell."
There was that question again. They always needed someplace to go. Her one-room apartment? No, they couldn't go there. It was too dull, too drab. How could they have a night of love, a romantic sex experience in her dull room?
"No… I… no," I Marni said. "I don't have a place to go."
"Oh," he said, and seemed to fall into deep thought. "Well I do know of a place. See, I belong to this club and we got a house a little ways outta town. It's sort of a clubhouse where we meet. We could go there, it ain't too bad."
"Fine," Marni said. "It can be our place… just you and I, our special place."
"Yeah," he said, noting the strange tone in her voice and again checking her eyes. "Our a… a, yeah, special place." And then under his breath, "Geez, what a kook, but damn, those tits!"
"Shall we go?" Marni said, calmly pulling his cock back down into his pants and buttoning all the buttons.
"Yeah… yeah, let's go."
As they stood and started down the steps of the balcony two more boys followed them. They were followed clear to his car.
"Hey, Angie," said one of the boys to Marni's escort. "You got a live one?"
Angie smiled. "Yeah, baby, I think I got me a real live one!"
"Goin' out to the shack?" asked the third boy.
"Yeah," Angie replied.
"Think there's enough to go around?"
"Shit yes," Angie said. "Hop in!"
The smell was somewhat rancid in the old cabin, as if it were only used now and then and left unheated in between.
"I'll cover the window," Angie said. "Reese, you and Beefy light some candles. Take off your coat and get comfortable, honey!"
Marni removed her coat as the room flickered into light from several candles and a rusty old lantern that sat on a wooden table. She looked around and wished that she had taken him to her apartment after all. The nearly bare cabin didn't look very conducive to a night of wonderful love.
The floor was dirty and the walls were covered with pictures of naked men and women. Many of the women were sucking or fucking the men and others were portrayed lying on their backs sticking their fingers and other objects up their assholes and their cunts. Other than the table and a few chairs the only other piece of furniture in the room was a mussed bed.
The boy called Beefy finished with the lantern and moved to where Marni stood. "Damn honey, you are one good-lookin' chick!"
"Thank you," said Marni.
He laughed. "Sombitch, she's a polite one too. Jeez… look at them tits."
She looked down. Her dress was partially unbuttoned and her tits were still out of her bra where Angie had pushed the bra down below them in the movie. The bra forced the huge globes up and together.
Beefy placed a hand on each side of her dress. "I wanna see what the fuck we're gettin' here."
He closed his hands into grappling fists and shredded the buttons and the material from the bodice down to the hem. With another sweep of his hands the remnants of the dress fell to the floor.
The firm, globular cones rose and fell before his eyes in naked loveliness. Both tits bobbed delightfully free with each breath she took.
"My God," the boy called Reese said. "Look at those tits!"
"Hey, Beefy," Angie said from the window. "Cool the rough stuff, shit."
"Why?" Beefy said, drool starting to form at the corners of his mouth as he feasted his popping eyes on Marni's healthy chest.
"'Cause I don't think we're gonna need it, man," Angie said.
"Shit," Beefy replied. "That's half the fuckin' fun of it. Shakin' the cunts up a little before we pork the shit out of 'em."
"Angie," Marni said, turning to him as he left the window and stepped into the light toward her.
"Yeah?"
"Why are they here? We don't need them. It's our night of love."
"See?" Beefy said.
"All right… all right," Angie said, smiling. "Make the bed!"
Reese and Beefy stepped forward to jerk the whole pile of material from the bed. There was a tattered quilt, two sheets, a pillow, and a torn mattress. It was all deposited on the floor.
"Come on, baby," Angie said, "let's get with it. I got a hard-on you wouldn't believe!"
He grasped her wrist and tried to pull her down to the mattress. This was wrong, Marni told herself she chose her lovers and she showed them what she wanted. It was her dream and it was only right that in her dreams she was the aggressor.
"No," she said, pulling away from him. "Send them away, Angie! This is our night of love."
"What the hell is this 'night of love' shit?" Beefy said from somewhere behind her. "C'mon, dammit let's fuck!"
Marni grunted and tried to catch herself when she was shoved from behind. She flailed at the air as she fell. And then she was sprawling on the mattress beside Angie.
"Play the game," Angie whispered to her. "What the hell is a couple of extra cocks? Play the game and you won't get hurt."
"No," Marni said, trying to roll away from him. An open hand came down hard across her cheek. Marni gasped and started sobbing.
"Yeah, let's get with it."
"It's my dream," Marni said, again trying to struggle. "My dream. You don't do this!"
"Dream shit. Get her fucking underwear off Jesus, she's a fine-lookin' cunt."
Someone grabbed her left ankle and someone else knelt on her right wrist and the third one snapped her panties nearly in half. As he dragged them down over the curve of her asscheeks and across her thighs his nails dug violently into her skin.
She tried to press her thighs together. Tried to get her legs under her. Tried to twist away from their grasp.
A hand fumbled at her hips. She had to clench her teeth. The hand tickled her pubic hair and she had a sudden insane reaction as if she were about to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"What about this?"
"What?"
"The fuckin' bra?"
"Shit."
His hands were warm and heavy on her back as he seized the bra-strap. She winced as he tugged. It cut into the soft throbbing tits it still partially covered. She heard the click, felt him stretching the strap away from her back, felt the sawing that shook her body. He released the broken strap.
"Turn her over."
Rough hands gripped her. She moaned as they flopped her onto her back. Her bra was yanked the rest of the way from her body. Her breasts flopped completely free. They quivered and rippled, trembling at the sudden chill on their warm undersides.
There was silence as they stared down at her, lying naked before them. Their eyes roamed hungrily over the swells and valleys of her beautiful body.
"Nice… real fucking nice."
"Can I put the finger on the good ones, or can't I?" Angie said.
"Christ, those big tits make me hungry!"
She watched a face come down. It blurred. There was only an image. She felt the warmth of his body over hers. Then there was the wet smoothness of his tongue, licking and probing at her lips. The tongue slipped into her mouth.
She bit down, and got a bone jarring blow to the side of her head. Again the tongue flew into her mouth. This time she accepted it.
Her eyes closed as he rammed his tongue into her mouth and moved it round. She felt the roughness of his shirt on her bare tits, his pants on her naked crotch. Then he was rising from her, breathing hard. She kept her eyes closed. Her thighs were forced well apart.
She heard the zipper and then his pants drop to the floor.
"Hey, man, what the fuck you doin'?"
"What's it look like?"
"Shit on you. I found her… I got her, it's me first!"
"All right… all right. Hurry up. What the fuck you standin' there for?"
More pants dropped to the floor. He dropped to his knees between her thighs. She tried to close them. They were jerked apart. Then he fell forward onto her with a grunt and a sigh.
His hard, erect cock plunged straight up into her cuntal lips. It found and parted them. Then the cockhead was burning into the hot, yielding folds of her pussy.
A scream ripped from her throat as his prick thrust savagely into her, driving clear past the hair-lined lips and into the walls of her cunt. In two thrusts he buried himself far inside her. She felt stuffed. She felt his balls against her asshole.
She flailed her head as he jerked, yanking himself nearly out of her with a wet sucking sound. He hissed through clenched teeth as he plunged his cock back in. His hands squeezed her naked tits as if they were dough. The tender flesh bulged out around his kneading fingers. His tongue was a sudden licking flame over her nipples. They responded instantly. The tiny peaks rose and expanded in his mouth.
"How is she, man?"
"Good… she's good as shit, man. Got a good, tight pussy. Damn good."
"Well, hurry the fuck up!"
"Piss on you, man, I'm enjoying the shit out of this!"
"Damn, I think she's I like's it!"
Brutally, constantly, he thrust the hardness of his cock into her, then whipped it nearly out, only to drive it into her even harder. He hammered her pelvic bone with his groin. Again and again his driving meat lost itself in the fleshy, hot lips of her cunt.
He could feel it. Her body was washing his cock in each thrust with her flowing, sticky juices. She was getting as hot as he was.
Perspiration rolled and dropped from her trembling body. His hairy thighs slapped her smooth ones until they glowed. Her head rose, fell back as he fucked excitedly in and out of her wet cunt in long, jolting thrusts. Her hair streamed loosely, pasted in wet strands to her shiny face. Her chest heaved with her ragged breathing so that her tits swung back and forth across her chest.
She was wide-eyed beneath him, panting and moaning. She was crammed, filled, gorged with his cock as he continued to lunge and ram his pounding meat into her.
Then, prompted by a deep growl that started far back in his throat, his cock erupted. It spewed its warm stickiness from the jerking cockhead to bathe her writhing inner pussy. Each lunge and gasping jerk of his body sent another hot stream of cum into the wet cavity between her thighs. She laid panting and slinging her head back and forth as he poured his spunk into her widely dilated hole.
Then he groaned out his last and raised his body slowly from her. His drooping prick slithered out of her cunt.
"Good fuck… yeah, real good fuck," he said.
Good fuck? Was that all she was? A good fuck?
That was crude. Her dreams were never crude.
They couldn't be crude. She wouldn't let them.
Crude meant Homer, and she wouldn't let Homer into her dreams.
She opened her eyes and saw first his dripping cock above her face and then, beyond it, his leering face.
It was Homer.
How did he get into her dream? Homer was real and she never let crude Homer into her dream.
"Homer," she said. "What are you doing here, Homer?"
"Nah, honey. Angie… name's Angie. An' you do got one nice pussy. Real good fuck."
"You son-of-a-bitch," Marni said, jumping to her feet. "How many times have I told you, you crude bastard, I'm not just a good fuck! I'm a woman, and a loving woman, something you never can understand!"
Her hand leaped out. Her nails left four long, red marks across his cheek.
"You cunt! You dirty fuckin' cunt!" he screeched, and filled her belly with his balled fist.
She doubled over in pain and vomited on the floor beside the mattress.