Heroin Dawn

by Sealey De Boc

I knew visiting the city of Port Vegas was going to be like stepping into the king of all rats’ nests.  As you may already know, I am no man of puritan values.  I thrive quite well in all situations of debauchery and perversions.  I have no marketable profession, and I merely roam and survive in the land we now call the Free States; though it is generally understood that the fallen North American continent has become a dust bowl filled with dark clouds of anarchy.

Port Vegas has no laws and only one rule: enter at your own risk.  I take the risk in the city only once every few years to resupply myself with leisure and drink.  Sometimes a man needs a strong drink to lead him to a deadly game of cards and knives just so it makes the flesh of a whore all the more softer to his touch.  On this particular night I was drinking some house brewed mead and playing poker with a lean stag who had threatened to cut my dick clean off with his overly large hunting knife.  The threats would scare me more if the kid didn't look so much like the choir boys of Salt Lake Monastery.  A few wins, a few loses, and probably a whole cask of mead allowed me to stumble away from the table with my dick intact.  I was ready to fall face first into a sweet cunt and with all the alcohol I had consumed, I was pulling down my pants before I got to the whorehouse behind the pub.

I can’t explain why the soft singing stopped me in my tracks, I am forever surprised by the ability for my drunk senses to pick up anything through the buzz of alcohol in my ears.  I felt her voice showering me in the same way I saw her red hair being rained on by the water droplets of her gravity shower she used to clean her naked body. She wasn’t part of the whorehouse which was only fifteen meters ahead of me; she was on the other side of a slatted chain link fence and she was only a few paces away from myself. I could only drunkenly gawk at her showering there. Surely she must know she lives next to a filthy pub and a whorehouse.  Seeing her as she unabashedly rubbed her sex with fresh water was a beautiful sight to behold.  I could see her spreading it to carefully clean all of its hidden delicate areas.  For a moment she lingered with her fingers sliding over that most sensitive little nub.  She was singing all the while in vowels and without intelligible words, but I could hear and see the beauty that floated from her lips, above and below.

Some asshole behind me stumbled into some metal barrels and made a terrible sound which then alerted the bathing woman to my prying eyes between the fence slats.  She didn’t gasp or run.  She looked straight at me with her green eyes the size of dinner plates.  She looked so young and curious.

“Are you alright?” She asked me, and her words sounded like the music she had been singing.

“Some other fuckwad crashed barrels. I’m shitfaced, but I’m fine.” My words slurred but I assume she understood what I said to her.

“Come to the front door. Just over there.” She turned and glided into her house.

I couldn’t fully understand why she invited me into her house, but if I had been a bit more sober I would have comprehended the situation better.  She answered her door wearing a wrapped body shawl.  The thin fabric clung to her feminine curves luxuriously and I was easily aroused when I watched her backside jiggle as she lead me to the dining area.

“Would you like some coffee?” She asked me as she lit oil lamps and candles around the table.

“No but I’m about to have a smoke, would you like some?” This was an idea that sprung to my head in hopes that I could get her to come close. I had a burning desire to smell her. I saw something in her eyes that made her appear to hear my thoughts. I pulled the glass pipe from my tin case and a canvas pouch of heroin powder.  She leaned in close to me and her hair slipped off her shoulder and stray droplets of water dived onto my trousers.  I took my drag, passed the pipe to her, and I breathed in her scent mixed with the pipe’s vapor and it was purely divine.

Her lips were thinner than most women’s, but the way she wrapped her lips around the pipe and pulled its chemical fumes into her mouth gave my erection a new pulse of life.  Time seemed to slow down as she exhaled the vapor.  I envied the smoke. I wanted to be inside of her and I wanted to give her the high of sexual passion.  She moved her face in front of mine and our foreheads touched as we meditated with our oncoming state of altered awareness.

She was sitting in my lap slowly kissing me and holding fistfuls of my hair in her hands.  My mouth began to feel like part of a rubber mask and she was teasing and tugging my lips with her teeth.  The numbness of heroin is my choice of release, especially before spending the night in the throes of a passionate woman.  We played with each other’s bodies in silly ways and in sexual ways.  She began leading me down her seemingly twisted hallway to her bedroom, a dimly lit room decorated with backlit shawls and silks.  Her bed was a nest of assorted pillows and blankets.  It was too incredibly inviting to abstain from collapsing onto it immediately.  I peeled off my boots and jacket, though my pants had disappeared sometime before I got to the bed.  She needed no time to become entirely nude, and once again I was face to face with her delicately trimmed pubic triangle. It was groomed in a manner that made her sex look as though it were adorned with a little roman pileus hat of curly hair, though her lips were visible and hairless.  She spun around once and toppled onto the bed with me.  She kissed my face and neck slowly for some time as she gently acquainted her hand with my groin.  The heroin has always been a thief to the discomforts of raging hard-ons for me, and I can rarely complain of that.  Her hands worked me diligently and skillfully and for a moment I was dangerously close to coming but she knew to withdraw and keep me balanced on the edge.

Her mouth was everything I expected and more.  Just as she had pulled drags on the pipe, she pulled long drags on my cock.  She continued to work her hands in sync with her mouth and it was pretty damn amazing.

“Wait a minute,” I said, half-sitting up and she looked dazed. I put one hand on her jaw pulling it slack and the other hand on the back of her neck. “I want your tonsils to give me a massage.” I pushed her down onto my shaft until it was the dire attempts of her lungs that desperately sucked for air and got only cock.  Her face was the right shade of purple so I released her.  She never let her eyes leave contact with mine as she caught her breath.  I was pleased that she wasted no time in mounting me, but now her face kept a soft, empty-minded look and for a moment I thought I really saw no life behind her eyes. The moment was lost quickly as I was lost in the rhythmic pumping of our groins.

The moisture that flowed from her created my favorite squishing sounds of flesh on flesh.  Her moans escaped her lungs like unrestful spirits in desecrated graves.  Sweat beaded between her bouncing breasts and her red hair was beginning to go wild as it swung behind her back.  I could see the little pink flower between her legs that was swallowing and releasing my cock with each grind of her body.

I gripped around her small waist and rolled her over to her back and I was able to take her this way.  I had no need for her wandering hands so I held them above her head with one hand and with the other I grabbed her buttocks and angled her pelvis for a better and deeper penetration.  I dove into her furiously.  The head of my cock pounding her core, and with the sounds she was making, it sounded as though I were pounding diamonds inside her.  She was on the edge of release, and I could hear her changing her tones into the sounds of ecstasy. Her orgasm shattered her from head to toe.  As I watched her go from convulsions to being a rag doll of spent energy, I was turned on like an electric light bulb.  I burned with pleasure amassing in my groin.  The pressure and the twitching of my cock released its load inside her.  It was a pure feeling of release and I thanked the gods for my happenstance on this naked and curious little woman.

I lay back and caught my breath as I rested on her pillows.  She lay quiet with me for some time, but I heard her gingerly crawl from the bed and walk out of the room.  She returned with my heroin and began to serve herself once again. She attempted to pass it to me as well, but I declined.
“You go ahead, I’ve been satiated for now. I’ve something here for you. I’d like to stay for the night.” I pulled from the pocket of my trousers a canvas pouch and handed to her the 2 nuggets of gold I had panned in Colorado. She shook her head in agreement and took the gold.  I rolled over and finally let myself fall asleep in those blankets that were saturated in her scent; that scent brought me to a new level of high.

The morning sunlight was filtered red through the silk shawls hung over the windows of the room.  I had the morning desire to feel her flesh yet again, so I rolled over to see her as she slept.  She lay on her back, breasts exposed, blankets tangled between her legs, and her eyes staring at the ceiling.  This was a moment of deja vu; I had seen her lifeless gaze once last night, but this truly was the real thing.  She did not breathe and she did not stir.  She lost none of her beauty lying there staring into nothing. Her hair was full and curly like a lion’s mane pillowing her head.  I touched her slightly parted lips with my thumb. I expected her to be cold, but I felt warmth that may have been hers or it may have been given to her by the dawning sunlight through the windows.  I cupped her breast and it too was slightly warm and lacking none of the silky smoothness I remembered.  I did not want to lose all memory of my night with her to the mists of my heroin binge.

I pulled the blankets from her legs and drank up the perfect sight that was her nude body laying in front of me.  Never have I seen a woman so defenseless and vulnerable as I saw her in that moment.  My erection had fully returned and I felt a little guilty harboring it there in her presence.  I climbed on top of her and rested my face between her breasts and I tried to absorb all of her lovely scent.  I wanted her in my hair and on my skin and in my mouth.  I took her breast into my mouth and suckled at it.  I hummed and listened to my vibrations travel through her silent chest.  I hovered over her in a way so that her eyes seemed to be staring at me.  I had everything of this small woman’s now in my power, and even her eyes were only able to look at me.  My erection rubbed on her inner thigh, and my mind began to ooze with dark thoughts... and I nurtured them.

I spread her legs but they dropped awkwardly.  I touched her sex and probed it with my fingers.  She lacked none of her moisture from the night.  I pressed my face to that pink flower of hers, kissed it, and inhaled her scent directly from its source.  There was not enough heroin in my system now to ebb that throbbing between my legs.  I lifted her by the buttocks once again and drove my sex into hers.  I pumped my hips slowly and I lovingly caressed her cheek kissing her softly on her unresponsive lips.  She was so lovely there beneath me.  She glowed in the sunlight like a porcelain doll.  I tenderly kissed her bouncing breasts and I laughed because it was me who was really keeping her alive.  I was pumping my life into her right here on this bed; I was allowing her to experience the joys of love and passion one last time.  I truly was her final life experience, and I felt blessed.

I composed myself quickly, packed my things, grabbed the gold nuggets, and headed out to the door.  I was stopped short by a stout man with a quivering revolver in his hand standing at the foyer.  He raised the pistol to my face with a spasming hand like that of an elderly invalid.

“How could you...” He choked on his words and his eyes swelled with redness and moisture. “She’s only fourteen!”

Several things happened in that moment. I heard the loud crack of the pistol being discharged. My eyes saw nothing but black at first, but I swear I saw her face for a moment with her huge green eyes looking doughy as ever.  I heard the thud of my body hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.  I thought to myself, I think I’m dead, it’s going to happen now, it’s about to...