Memoirs of a beatnik

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Authors: Diane Di Prima
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one of Susan's small, pointed breasts, completely encompassing it, and her arms were around her waist, her hands clutching the two mounds of her ass. Susan's hands rested lightly on Tomi's shoulders, her head was thrown back in pleasure, her eyes shut and her mouth slightly open.
    Then a warm, full mouth closed over mine, cascades of red-gold hair surrounded me, I was buried in a cloud of soft, flowery perfume. Matilda was kissing me, her arms about both me and Petra, her large, white, perfumed body pressing against the two of us. She drew back for a moment, looking into my eyes with a radiant and irrepressible smile.
    "Little One," she whispered, "Oh, Little One!"-and we went down on the rug together, all three of us.
    I lay on my side, my hand between Matilda's large, beautiful thighs, playing with her big clit. It felt like a bud, a perfect, closed rosebud, as it got larger and harder under my fingers. Petra lay face downwards, her head on my thighs. She was nipping at the skin, the hollow place formed by the long muscles in my legs. I turned to look at Matilda who was curled around us both like a large crescent moon, while her mouth between Petra's legs licked

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    at cunt and asshole. Petra wrapped her legs around Matilda's head. With my head turned to the side, I tongued and bit softly at Petra's flank, at Matilda's soft hands as they clawed her sides.
    My legs fell open like a sigh, and with a rush of pleasure and relief I felt Petra's strong mouth against my cunt, her warm wetness meeting my own in the gentlest and most subtle of caresses. Then her tongue came out and began playing with my clit, and I shivered and arched in pleasure as I bit down on her hips and plunged my hand deep into Matilda's moist cunt with its soft, finespun hair like red alchemic gold.
    She was crooning, a low, pulsing sound deep in her throat playing a subtle counterpoint to Petra's deep moans. I threw my legs wider apart and turned my pelvis slightly to one side to meet Petra's mouth. As I moved, I felt Susan's cool trembling flesh against my feet. I guessed that she was still in Tomi's arms. Above my head and cut off from my sight by the wall of Matilda's body, I could hear Eva gasping as Mara murmured her name over and over. There was a huge cloud of flesh and firelight, of loving sound and soft touch, and I was floating in it. I let go. I could feel myself melting.
    Explosions of lightning started in the small of my back, piercing my abdomen and shooting into my groin like liquid fire. Against my cheek Petra shuddered and came like a great, alien mammal, and my hand in Matilda's cunt ached as it was alternately squeezed by her thighs and ground by the frantic, circular movements of her pussy. The slow, heavy rhythm of Petra's orgasm cut me to the quick, and as the walls of my vagina trembled and let go in an exquisite flood of pleasure, I could hear Tomi's shout of ecstasy and her deep sobs.
    I did not move for a long time. The flickering light on the ceiling slowly came back into focus. Matilda's head was on my chest, she was sucking at my breast, I could smell Petra's shit in her hair. My hand on the small of her back was sticky with her juice. Petra, asleep or blacked out, had flung herself aside, the nipples of her large breasts puckered and pointing at the ceiling, her closed eyes accented with splotches of dark shadow and a bright red flush like rouge on her high cheekbones.
    Mara slipped her lithe, elongated body between Petra and me, sliding up my torso like a snake, to kiss Matilda on the back of the

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    neck. Matilda slithered over me to meet her halfway. I passed my hand, wet with Matilda's come, over Mara's long, slim body, anointing her. Then I turned on my side, slipping out from under the two of them, gently depositing them on the floor between Petra and me. As I did so, I felt Eva's strong, warm hands on my back.
    I turned to face her, and with a hoarse, animal sound, plunged headlong into that

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