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Chapter 28 Hospice Hooker
“Marvin didn’t say anything about there being two hookers,” said the obese black woman who answered the door. Stacy would have guessed her weight at three hundred pounds on a frame well shy of six foot. She looked to be in her early forties. She was wearing a shapeless print dress.
“Hi, I’m Portia. I’m along to help Stacy out. Fucking the dying is my specialty,” said Portia confidently walking past the woman into the condo’s living room. Stacy followed quickly noting the furniture matched and the place was neat and clean. They were on the twenty-second floor overlooking Revere Beach and the Atlantic Ocean beyond. There was a small balcony off to the side of the living room. A double lounger dominated the balcony’s floor space. A small glass top table by the lounger held a can of diet soda, a still burning cigarette, and a tabloid magazine that Stacy had seen at grocery store checkouts. When Stacy had rung the bell at the building entrance on the first floor it had taken a minute for the woman to answer. She imagined the effort it must have taken for someone that large to get up off the lounger, go to the intercom and buzz them in.
“Shit, never seen any Goth hookers before. Guys into that?” said the woman.
“Hell yes they are, I’m Mike’s number one girl. And you are?” said Portia extending her hand.
“Leticia Sampson, I’m taking care of Ray until he croaks,” said the black woman. “Which of you two is going to do him?”
“We both are,” said Stacy.
“Good luck, man is rotted out with cancer. He asked me to jack him off yesterday while he watched porn. Pecker of his is like the rest of him, ain’t good for nothing other than pissing in a bag. I told Marvin sending you over was a waste of time.”
“We’ll do our best,” said Portia. “We’re professionals.”
“So was I, once, this way,” said Leticia leading them toward a closed bedroom door. Inside, the curtains were drawn and it was dark when Portia and Stacy entered behind Leticia. The sound of labored breathing dominated the room. Stacy had heard that same sound when her Grandmother Todd died form Parkinson’s disease.
“You got company, Ray,” said Leticia turning on a light that barely increased the visibility.
There was a clicking sound and a synthesized voice that didn’t sound quite human spoke, “Who is it?
“Couple of ladies Marvin sent over.”
“Waste of money,” said Ray. “I told Marvin to save his dough for an open bar at my wake.”
“It’s comped, Mr. Luchino,” said Stacy.
“Who sent you?”
“Lt. Mike Cabreeze,” said Stacy. “He said he’d be over to see you soon himself.”
“More light, Leticia,” said Ray. “Let’s get a good look at these whores.”
“I’m Stacy and this is my friend Portia,” said Stacy smiling as she looked at the frail figure. Like Mike had said he was completely bald and there was a clear plastic tube running from a metal tank to one nostril. What Mike had not mentioned was how the cancer had ravaged what must have been at one time a tall and powerfully built individual. He looked incredibly small and weak. There was a white plastic cylinder attached to a hole at the base of his throat. Stacia felt she had made the right decision in asking Portia to accompany her. Portia seemed much more relaxed at the prospect of someone in Ray’s condition.
“You’re quite a looker, Stacy, and you’re not bad either, Portia. What do they call someone who looks like you?”
“A Goth,” said Portia.
“Yeah, that’s it. Those metal things hurt when they stick them through,” asked Ray?
“Not really, they use a local anesthetic,” said Portia.
“You got rings in your snatch,” asked Ray?
“Yes,” said Portia.
“Bet that hurt, let me see,” said Ray.
Portia turned her back to Stacy as she lifted her hair up. “Unzip me.” Stacy unhooked the top and pulled down the zipper. Portia stepped out of the dress then tossed it across a nearby chair. Quickly she shed her bra and slipped her panty down and off. Portia stood facing Ray hands on hips, naked except for her heels and stay up hose.
“Come closer, Portia, nothing to be afraid of. Cancer ain’t catching,” said Ray reaching out an arm that seemed to be only bone covered by lose silvery skin.
Portia slipped her forefingers in the rings and pulled her labia apart when she reached the bed.
“Closer,” asked Ray?
Portia lifted one leg placing her heel on edge of the mattress.
“Whores didn’t have rings in their snatch in my day. What do you think, Leticia? You want a set of rings in that fat cunt of yours? I’m buying.” Ray gently flicked the gold rings piercing Portia’s labia.
“No way,” said Leticia. “My coochie’s fine just the way it is.”
“Show Stacy and Portia that fine girlish figure of yours,” said Ray.
“What? You going to fuck all three of us?” asked Leticia.
“Just do what I say or I’ll tell Marvin,” said Ray managing to allow a touch of menace to sound though the voice synthesizer.
“Shit,” said Leticia sounding defiant but she quickly reached down and grabbed the hem of her housedress and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She was grossly overweight. Fat covered with stretch marks hung in thick folds from her waist and thighs. Her enormous breasts hung down over her bloated belly.
“What you think, Portia? Are you into fatties? What do they call guys with a thing for fat women? There’s a name for it,” said Ray.
“Chubby chasers,” said Stacy.
“Chubby chasers, that’s it. What are you waiting for, honey. Get undressed.”
Stacy pulled her sweater over her head then unzipped her skirt. She tossed both garments on the same chair with Portia’s dress. Her bra and panty quickly followed.
“Nice, real nice, you’re Mike’s, I can tell,” said Ray.
“Yeah, how can you tell?” asked Stacy stepping to the side of the bed alongside Portia. Ray’s hand was resting against Portia’s sex with the forefinger gently stroking her clit.
“He always had a thing for blue eyed blondes with a touch of class. You a dancer?” said Ray transferring his hand to Stacy’s sex.
“Actually I’m a student. So is Portia.”
“College student?”
“Yes.”
“I went to Salem State a couple of semesters but I dropped out. Which college?”
“Harvard, Portia and I are dorm mates.”
“That’s Mike Cabreeze for you, always trying to join the Wasps. If you can’t become one at least you can fuck one. Portia, show Leticia some loving. God knows she needs it.”
“Come here, Portia sweetie,” said Leticia taking a seat in an overstuffed armchair then reaching her arms out toward Portia. Without hesitating, Portia climbed up in Leticia’s lap and placed her arms around her neck. The two kissed as Leticia’s hand covered Portia’s breast working the huge nipple.
I would love to have a picture of Portia and Leticia decided Stacy.
Portia’s much smaller, white, heavily tattooed body made a sharp contrast with Leticia’s dark form.
“You been with Mike long,” asked Ray pulling Stacy’s arm indicating she was to come closer?
“Little less than a year,” said Stacy taking a seat on the edge of bed.
“Got your ass in a jam, what was it, drugs, stealing, robbery?” asked Ray.
“Shoplifting,” said Stacy pulling back the cover. To the side, she could see Portia and Leticia were making out. Leticia’s fingers were probing Portia’s sex.
“Shoplifting, that’s nothing,” said Ray lightly squeezing Stacy’s nipple.
“It was a second offense. I was on probation. Anyway that was only for starters,” said Stacy leaning forward to kiss Ray. His lips felt ice cold to Stacy’s touch. There was the taste of medicine when her tongue entered his mouth.
“Mike’s got something on everybody. He went to school with my younger brother Marvin. We lived two doors from the Cabreezes over off Western Ave. Mike’s dad, Tony, was a real pisser. Think your friend is enjoying herself?”
When Stacy looked, Portia was standing on the chair’s arms with her sex in Leticia’s face. Leticia’s large hands had a firm grip on Portia’s buttocks. Leticia was making loud murmuring sounds as she performed orally on Portia.
“Portia will do what it takes to get the job done and she usually enjoys herself doing it,” said Stacy continuing to kiss Ray as she pulled the cover down to reveal Ray’s skeleton like body.
“I should have put a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger when Dr. Reynolds said I had the Big C,” said Ray.
“Then you would have missed a great blow job,” said Stacy unbuttoning the front of Ray’s pajama bottoms.
Portia’s loud moans and the sucking sound of Leticia’s large lips drew Ray’s attention. “Leticia likes to eat white snatch. Last time, the hospice worker came to give me my shot, Leticia made the woman lie on the couch so she could go down on her. She doesn’t know I know that. Black girls think getting their tongues in a white woman’s twat makes them superior somehow. Turn around, Portia, and let Leticia suck your asshole. Hope you didn’t wipe that good. Leticia’s got a thing for shit licking.”
“You were neighbors of Mike’s,” asked Stacy unable to control her curiosity? A quick glance informed her Portia was still standing on the chair arms but facing away from Leticia. She was bent at the waist and Leticia’s face was buried between her buttocks. There was nothing quiet about Leticia’s approach to anilingus. Portia’s fingers were stroking Leticia’s clit and as Stacy predicted, she was enjoying herself. “What kind of a man was Mike’s father?”
“The worst kind, a real bastard, Tony Cabreeze worked in the GE Plant. He was a big union man; so they made him shop steward. He was a mean fucking drunk. He’d come home full of booze and beat the living shit out of the boys and Elena, their mom. Elena was a good-looking woman too. She was just off the boat when she married Tony so she just took it, didn’t complain.
“Sounds like a real bastard,” said Stacy reaching into Ray’s pajamas for his cock.
“Tony started messing around with Mike’s little sister, Cecila. She’d just turned thirteen and was on her way to being a real looker. Gorgeous set of tits like yours, had the same quarter size nipples that could put a man’s eye out when they got hard,” said Ray taking a weak hold on Stacy’s nipple.
“Thank you,” said Stacy gently taking Ray’s hand to press it firmly against her breast as her hand fondled his limp penis.
“It was a Saturday night in August when things went crazy at the Cabreeze’s. Cecila burst out of the house naked and ran to our house. She was screaming her head off and there was blood running down her leg. My Mom took care of her. Wrapped her up in a blanket and gave her a little wine to calm her down.”
“He molested his own daughter,” asked Stacy slowly stroking Ray’s ice-cold manhood working from the base of his balls to the tip of his cockhead?
“Bastard popped his own daughter’s cherry. Split her open right in front of the family. You could hear Mike and his dad arguing. That turned into one hell of a fight. Elena was screaming for them to stop. Mike was just a kid but he was standing up to Tony. After a while Tony stormed out of the house. The next morning they found him in an alley over behind Jackson’s, a bar on Pearl St where Tony spent time. Someone had been waiting outside for him. Beat his brains out with a baseball bat. Mike was one hell of a baseball player.”
“Mike killed his father,” asked Stacy before leaning down to take Ray’s cock in her mouth?
“Who the fuck knows?” said Ray. “Police couldn’t prove anything not that they tried too hard. Are you enjoying yourself, Leticia?”
“Portia and I are getting along just fine, Mister Ray,” said Leticia taking her face out of Portia’s butt crack to reply. Portia was leaning forward at the waist her head down to her knees all the while making small movements to push her anus against Leticia’s mouth. She was stroking Leticia’s pussy with one hand while the other twisted and kneaded her breast.
“Leticia gives great tongue,” said Portia obviously enjoying the sensation of Leticia’s tongue working between her vagina and her anus.
“What happened to Mike’s family,” asked Stacy taking Ray’s cock out of her mouth just long enough to ask the question?
“Elena remarried one of the Esposito brothers. Mario turned out the exact opposite of Tony. He made sure Mike got an education, sent him to college. He and Elena retired to Fort Lauderdale a few years ago.”
“And Cecilia?” asked Stacy working hard on Ray’s cock. She was encouraged it showed signs of life.
“Not so great, she got a bad reputation as soon as she hit Revere High. Quit school. She married this guy who was dealing drugs. When he went away to Pullman, she divorced him then remarried. Last I heard she was divorced again and was living with this guy in a small town in Oklahoma. You know you’re getting me hard and given that my blood pressure is just a little bit above a dead man’s, that’s quite an accomplishment. How’s your friend at sucking dick?”
“Portia gives fabulous head,” said Stacy swirling her tongue over Ray’s cockhead teasing his piss hole with the tip of her tongue.
“I got a yin that before I go I get to feel someone with metal studs in their tongue polishing my knob.”
“Portia, let’s swap,” said Stacy. “Ray wants to experience your tongue hardware working on his cock.”
“Love to,” said Portia stepping down from the chair arms.
Stacy continued to suck Ray’s penis as Portia kissed him and sucked his nipples. Stacy had discovered there was a tube inserted in Ray’s anus precluding the possibility of a prostate massage.
“I got it,” said Portia taking Ray’s now hard penis from Stacy’s mouth. Stacy transferred her mouth to his testicles. They were both working Ray’s cock and balls when Stacy felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Come here, Stacy. I need a rim job from a real pretty white girl,” said Leticia slowly climbing down to the floor then taking a position on her knees and elbows. Leticia spoke as if her request was more of a challenge and a command.
“Go ahead, Stacy. I want to watch Mike Cabreeze’s WASP girl friend eat Leticia’s dirty asshole,” said Ray. “She’s not too clean so I hope you got a strong stomach.”
And what a fat disgusting ass to eat thought Stacy approaching Leticia’s enormous cellulite dimpled buttocks with some trepidation. However, the mounds of loose fat proved pliable and Stacy had no problem pushing them apart to expose her hairy butthole. Stacy leaned into her butt crack and passed her tongue over the wrinkled hemorrhoid-scarred anus. The smell of fresh shit was overwhelming.
“These girls are hard core, Ray. Stacy’s got her tongue up my butt. I’m going to see if I can squeeze out a little treat for her,” said Leticia enjoying the sensation of Stacy’s tongue forcing its passage past her sphincter.
Nietzsche’s maxim came to Stacy’s mind as she felt a tiny turd protrude from Leticia’s anus. Stacy sucked gently on the soft brown shit until it fell on her tongue. Stacy quickly swallowed it sparing her taste buds for the most part.
“Is that the first time, you’ve eaten a black woman’s shit, College Girl,” asked Leticia?
“Certainly is,” said Stacy.
“Want some more?” asked Leticia.
“Not particularly,” said Stacy working Leticia’s enormous clit with one hand while she licked the black woman’s anus.
“Too late,” said Leticia straining her guts to drop another turd in Stacy’s mouth.
If someone had asked me six months ago if I could handle a three hundred pound black woman shitting in my mouth, I would have asked if they were crazy. Being with Mike has profoundly altered my view of life and what I am capable of thought Stacy as she sucked a larger turd out and quickly swallowed it.
“Stop shitting in Stacy’s mouth, Leticia. You’re stinking up the goddamn room. There’s nothing rottener on this earth than the smell of nigger shit,” said Ray.
Thank God thought Stacy. I was beginning to feel queasy.
“Portia’s getting me there. I can feel those metal studs tickling the end of my dick,” said Ray.
“Let’s sixty nine,” said Leticia rolling over on her back after a few minutes of Stacy’s tongue turning her sphincter into a gooey, sloppy and easily opened hole.
“All right,” said Stacy clambering on top of her bulging stomach now covered in sweat.
Stacy took the small cigar shaped clit in her mouth as Leticia buried her face in Stacy’s cunt. The room quieted down except for the click of Portia’s tongue, Ray’s rasping breath and the loud murmurings of Leticia as she licked and sucked on Stacy’s clit and labia.
“Stick your hand in my coochie and fist me,” directed Leticia.
Stacy found it surprisingly easy to move from three fingers to four and ultimately her entire hand inside the woman as two fat fingers forced their way inside her vagina. Stacy drew her fingers into a fist and forced it to Leticia’s cervix causing her to bellow her pleasure. Stacy fought to keep Leticia’s clit in her mouth and her fist in the woman as she orgasmed.
As Stacy slipped to the carpet coated in Leticia’s sweat, she heard Ray yell, “Swallow that spunk, whore,” indicating he had achieved his last orgasm on this earth.
“I’ll tell Marvin what a great fuck you two are. He may want to try you himself,” said Ray when Portia and Stacy went to leave. He fell asleep before they reached the front door.
It was on the elevator that Portia wondered aloud. “I wonder if there are prostitutes who specialize in final fucks for the dying.”
“We should run an ad in one of the funeral home trade magazines and see if we get any takers,” said Stacy.
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