Date: Wed, 04 Aug 1999 20:46:47 PDT From: John Smith Subject: Story: Neanderthal [fMf, MM, interracial] WARNING: The following story contains graphic descrip- tions of a sexual nature. It is intended for mature persons only. Any persons not old enough to legally receive adult materials or who are offended by them should read no farther. Further distribution of this story--and all others of this nature by this author--is permissible only to appropriate persons and only if the contents and author credit are unchanged. NOTES: 1. Copyright (c) August 1999. 2. The persons and situations depicted in this story are entirely fictitious. Any similarities to actual persons or situations are completely unintentional and coincidental. 3. Reader comments and feedback are always encouraged; send to Pervitron@Hotmail.com 4. This story may be copied for free distribution, provided the author credit is retained. 5. This is a FANTASY. I'm really a nice person; I'm nothing like the people I write about. Neanderthal by Pervitron The phone interrupted the Knicks-Bulls game. "Reed has two visitors." Shit, it was late in the third quarter, the game was close, and I'd miss the end of the game, taking care of Reed. I made up my mind to get back at him later, run him up on some bullshit charges, get some of his yard time taken away. Yeah, that's what I'd do. Prisons are made of metal and sweat. I banged my club on the bars. "Reed. Visitors." There was movement in the bottom bunk. They were both there, Reed and his latest punk. The last one was still in the hospital; this one was a little smarter, or maybe he was really just a pussy, because he did it without a beating. He had his mouth on Reed's cock; when he heard me he stopped moving, but kept it there. Not sure who he should be more scared of: Reed, or me. A few days ago he was hot shit, a young white boy, the big man in community college because he had the fast car, the beeper, and a pocket full of white powder. A real big man. The kid looked at me with dead eyes. He'd think of Reed every day for the rest of his life. Reed slid his thing out of his cellmate's mouth, and he climbed up off the bunk. He stood in front of me, leaving it hanging for a moment while he pulled his pants up. He took his time, like he was showing it off - and who could blame him? The rest of him was just as impressive, he was a polished black mountain of a man, almost 6'8". Almost all the men who pumped iron got bigger, their muscles grew so big it was grotesque. The weight room was like a freak show. But Reed didn't get any bigger - he just got harder. I had seen him in the shower, he was built like a black steed, a frightening combination of strength and quickness. He followed the drill. When he got his clothes back together he stood flush against the back wall of the cell while I opened the door. He waited for me to stand off to the side before he moved. Reed just sauntered out of the cage, he turned in order to walk ahead of me down the corridor. There was another guard down there, in case there was trouble. I kept my distance; I had my hand on my club. I knew I was in no danger, but I still felt wary. As he turned he looked at me, he straightened up slightly as if to showcase his height. I held his eyes for just a second, I looked up at him, careful not to show any fear, even though I felt my heart race. Christ! Just the thought of a night in a locked cage with this guy gave me chills. ** The visiting room was a large square room with metal tables and chairs that amplified the noise. Lots of screaming kids, and noisy, fevered talk. It seemed like visitors tried to make the time pay by talking as quickly and they can. There were two steel cage doors on opposite ends: one for visitors, and one for us. My mouth must have dropped clear to the floor when we got to the door. I looked and I could tell immediately which ones were there for him. It wasn't at all unusual for Reed to have female visitors. He had quite a few, each of them would come with a litter of kids. A baby in one arm, another in a rickety stroller, and always a couple of scrappy little brats - they'd scurry around the room like mice. He must have had a dozen kids, you wondered if these women knew about each other. Or cared. And there were other women that Reed didn't even know. They were what we call prison sluts, trashy girls who got off on visiting prisoners, they liked to flash their asses at dangerous men, keeping their pretty little stuff just out of reach. And that was what we had today. But these girls were no more than fifteen! I was fuckin' amazed, first at how young they were, and then by the attitude. I could tell that both of them went to the private school over on the nice side of town - they had that look about them. You know, kids with money that think they're bad. The boys tool around in brand new cars, gangsta rap shaking the windows around them. Skid marks and the smell of burning rubber. And I guess this is what the girls do, they take daddy's credit card to the mall, and strut around like sluts. They put out. And play with fire. One of them was dressed like a biker chick. She was sitting backwards on the chair, her forearms were resting on the back of the chair that rose up between her legs. She wore a baseball cap backwards, and one of her eyebrows was pierced with a half dozen tin rings. She had fiery black eyes; She was wearing a Metallica tank top that hugged her chest tightly. She was dark, probably Spanish or Italian, her skin had the warm color of brown leather. This girl was a handful, no doubt, but for all her hardness she was definitely worth it - she had an almost frightening beauty. She had a great body. Yeah, she could kick ass. She wore purple spandex workout pants that ended just above her knee, and a pair of black, high-top sneakers completed the picture. She must have had 5 pounds of cheap jewelry on, a mane of silver and tin necklaces hung loosely around her neck. One for each blow job, no doubt. The other girl had the "nice girl gone bad" look. She had her hair done like she was going to the prom; long blond hair with dark streaks, and she must have spent hours crimping it into a thousand tight curls that framed her face. Her features were soft, with blue eyes the color of fine china, a tiny upturned nose, and soft lips that would dimple if she smiled. Which she didn't. No, she was scared - she really didn't want to do this. Biker girl ate this up. She beamed at Reed when she saw him, but this other girl just froze at the sight of him. My guess was that Biker girl put her up to it - she was doing this on a dare. They probably stopped at the mall on the way over. I could see Biker girl picking out the dress she was wearing, a tight red tube dress that hugged the thin curves of her torso. Yeah, I looked at them and figured there was some kind of dyke thing going on: Biker holding the dress up against her little princess. "C'mon, you'll be hot." The two of them back in the changing room, those thin corral doors, maybe some heavy breathing. Well, Biker had good taste in boy toys - her friend had one fine body. She was a shy one too, she sat there with her arms and legs crossed, but still, you noticed. Her waist was thin. The tube dress was so tight I could see her belly button. She had tiny little girl tits, and they were so firm, so round, like ripe apples. Just a whiff of her would give you a hardon. And somehow I knew, even though she was sitting, that her ass had to be absolutely perfect. She looked that good. Reed liked what he saw. I left him standing in the doorway, and moved over against the side wall and stood there with two other guards. We talked among ourselves; we could see what was going down. We were also wondering which of us was screening visitors today, figuring he must have gotten some head for letting these two in. No way they'd get in otherwise. Reed took it all in stride. Mr. Cool: "My, what a pair of angels to brighten up my day!" He dug this, people stopped what they were saying and looked over at him and his visitors. The girls moved their chair aside so Reed could sit between them, making room for the big man. Read scraped a chair on the floor, he dragged it over between them and sat down. Way down - the chair was too small for him, his knees were angled up, level with the girls' shoulders. He reached his long arms around their shoulders. Biker snuggled right up to him, princess needed a little pull, but she came, she wouldn't fight. Reed smiled at me, as if to say: "See, you may think I'm dirt, but your women, they love me." I stood there with the other guards. We were all middle aged, a bit thick in the waist, and a roll in the hay from our wives was about all the excitement we got. Every once in a while we'd get a blow job from a visitor, payment for some extra, "private" time in the side room next to us. But we got it as payment, we sure didn't have young girls serving it up the way Reed did. Biker girl had done this before. She laid her head back on Reed's shoulder and started to rub her hand against his inner thigh. Even across the room I could see the effect it had on him. It didn't matter that he'd gotten head just ten minutes before, he was always ready for more. Especially from a fine young thing like this. She was looking up at him, watching his reaction as she moved her hands onto his crotch. He started talking to her, he said something to the dressy one too, as if to invite her in. She smiled back at him, but I could see it was still forced. She was uncertain, and scared; she kept looking around, checking to see if anyone was watching them. She was in over her head - she thought she'd would just kid around, just put on her shimmy dress just and tease a guy. Maybe a sort of lap dance, whatever that was. Yeah, it might even be fun. She never thought it would go so far. But nothing would stop it. The biker continued to rub Reed, and when she knew he was ready, she reached her hand down into his loose pants and pulled him free. I had seen him before, so I knew how big he was, but the girls hadn't. No way they'd seen anyone hung like this. The Biker looked up at Reed with a leering smile, reaching for him at the same time. The other one was slower to react: she just stared at the thing, I could see her eyes dancing along the shaft. She wasn't looking around the room anymore - she was transfixed. I knew what he was like. He was here for a reason. Every man in this room deserved to be here. Reed was one of the worst, he had beaten three men to death; a few weeks ago in the yard he almost got a fourth - it took three guards to subdue him, and the man he was kicking was still in traction. But as much as I hated him, there was quite a bit of envy. The way they looked at him, the mixture of fear and delight. Yes, I wish I was hung like that. The dark girl bent down and took him in her mouth. There was something so raw, so primitive in the sight of this young girl giving head. I was right, this wasn't exactly her debut. Yeah, she liked big men, and she knew the place to come to find them. The way she stretched her lips as wide as she could, opening wide to get as much as she could in her mouth. He wasn't even halfway in, but I could see the strain in her throat, the way she fought to control her gag reflex. Reed lifted his head and looked over at us. It was a proud, defiant look. See, you can put me in chains, but your women will still find me. The feeling in the room changed. It happened every time. One minute the crowd of visitors would be normal, each of the prisoners would be talking to his wife or his mom. No, not talking, really just listening. There'd be picture albums and school report cards; there would be stick figures drawn with crayons, and kids would climb all over their dads like they were climbing in a tree. You'd think this was for the men, but after a few minutes they'd be all glassy eyed, checking the clock, bored really. And then it would start, some young mom would see the look on her man's face. She'd shoo the kids away. A moment later she'd have her head down on his lap, moving slowly up and down, and daddy would feel like a man again. Once the first blow job started the whole tone of the room would change. Conversations would continue, but they were forced now. The wives and mothers continued to talk to men, as if THAT wasn't happening. Everyone tried to ignore it, while shooting quick, furtive glances at what was happening. Grandmas would give a single look and then recoil slightly - they'd talk even more, as if they were protecting themselves with words. And the kids noticed. In fact that was they only thing that slowed the little boys down, they'd stop running around, the punching and the karate kicking would stop, and they'd scamper under the tables and watch. I'd see the small eyes in the darkness under there. No matter how old a boy is, he knows what feels good. So this was nothing new. The biker girl was getting into it now, she was licking her tongue all along him, from his balls all the way up to his crown, taking her time, drawing it out while she looked up and watched him smile. There were two other blow jobs going on. In the far corner, JJ, an 18 year old gangbanger had some coke whore down on her knees. She had to be about 45, and she was sickly thin, drugs had eaten her away inside, all that was left of her were bones and stretched, dry skin. But she still had her lips, big wet lips that were made for this, they were soft enough, and slow enough to get all she really wanted from men. And there, right in front of us, not caring that there were three guards watching, was another couple. We knew this one well: this was the one with no panties on under her dress, so when she really got going she could climb on his lap and slow fuck. Biker was still going at it. An older white couple appeared at the visitor door, they scanned the room quickly, and they started walking towards the only table that was available: the one next to Reed. The woman lead the way, she had angular, birdlike features and grey hair, and while she kept her eyes lowered, she walked upright, determined to keep her dignity. Her husband shuffled behind her, with his hands in his pockets. They were struck several times in transit by kids that smashed into their legs like billiard balls. They kept moving with their eyes down; this was a march through Purgatory. When they came to the table they pulled the chairs out, and sat down, doing this silently, as if they wanted to remain invisible. They sat and looked at each other. Don't look around. But there was no ignoring what was happening. You could close your eyes and smell it: the sex. The room was full of sweat and dry semen, like an all-male theater. She saw what was happening, she looked quickly at Reed and his angels, and her eyes danced like they were on fire. She looked away, she looked down at her hands, and she kept her eyes there, afraid of what else might be going on in the room. Her husband saw it too - except that he looked a bit longer at first, and he kept looking back. Definitely some mixed feelings there. Yeah, I knew who they were. Their son was Reed's new punk. Reed was just about ready now. He was back inside Biker's mouth, she had settled into the right rhythm, she could tell from his breath the type of lick that he liked. She was working him in and out with a slow, constant pace. Princess was all eyes. Reed turned and looked at her, Princess looked up from his cock. He took his hand off her shoulder, he brought it up to her face, and ran it though the blond curls of her hair. He said something to her while he rubbed the light tips of his fingers on her face. So gentle. Jesus! Suddenly I realized how hard I was, for all the open, raw sex that was happening all around me, the soft trace of his long, sensuous fingers on her cheek was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Reed reached his hand down and pulled Biker off his cock. He was like a kid, sampling different candies. Princess went down slow, there was no doubt in my mind that she had never given head before. She hesitated, her mouth just an inch or so from the huge thing, it was slick and wet with saliva and cum. I wasn't sure she'd do it, the thing looked almost evil, like a Cobra, and there was a slight look of revulsion on her face. Biker leaned over and said something, she whispered in her girlfriend's ear. Whatever it was, Princess opened her mouth, she opened it as wide as she could, and she went down on him. I thought I'd burst in my pants, the voices in the room faded away from my awareness, so rapt was I at this mystery. Jesus! He was in her like an oak tree, he reached his hand into her hair, and made her take even more. He didn't have to push hard, after just a second of this, I could see she liked it. The thrill of this intimacy with a man. A real man. She'd compare every other man in her life with Reed; this was a feeling she could never recapture. She had her mouth full, and she swiveled her eyes to look at Biker. See, I can do it. Reed let his head rest back, he was going to let go now. Biker noticed this, she whispered in Princess's ear, and she slowed a bit. They were like divers, communicating with their eyes. Don't rush now. Slow. He took a deep breath, I could see the surprise in her eyes, they clenched tight for a second. And then his seed came running out the sides of her mouth, dripping onto his balls. I was back now, they were done. The voices in the room returned, I felt like I was surfacing from a deep ocean. JJ was still in the corner - he'd be there for at least an hour. The older man and woman at the next table were still waiting for their son. I looked at the other guards, but we said nothing. We each had our own thoughts. I looked up in the corner, at the camera, thinking about the running tape. ** They walked out like a couple of hellraisers. Biker and Princess stomped over to the exit like a couple of Vegas showgirls. They could do anything they wanted; they knew we lived in a world without rules. I walked over to Reed, he stood up from the table and looked at me. That look again. He started back towards the other exit. Just as he turned, his punk came through the door. He saw Reed, mom, and dad at the same instant. A frightful tableau that tore him wide open. His face started twitching. "Hey, my main man!" Reed boomed it out, he was grinning, his white eyes were gleeful, and he reached down and rubbed the kids hair playfully as he walked by. The kid looked at his mom and dad. Mom had never taken her eyes off her hands. ** My heart was racing wildly all the way back. I was alone, there was no guard ahead of us now. He could turn on me and kill me. With his size, just a few quick punches. He just walked ahead, back to the cage, swinging his big shoulders, rocking them from side to side in a sort of swagger. The cell door was open. He entered and stood against the back wall. The drill. I looked down the corridor. I looked both ways and walked over to the cell door. I could hear faraway voices, the shouts of cursing men echoing off the steel bars, but there was no one about. I took a deep breath, I pulled the prison air into me, the smell of men, hard men, men too wild for my world outside. He knew I would do it. Even before I went over and sat on the bunk, he had it out again. Fuck! What a cock Reed had! I loved the look of it, such animal power. He came over to me, and I opened wide. Yes, it was back, the hardness, and that glorious odor. I was hard myself, I knew my seed was leaking out of me as I did this. He was all the way back in by throat, he had a shock of my hair in his big hand, and he was pulling slightly, letting me know he could hurt me, and this only added to my excitement. So I reached behind him, I loved to feel his ass, the tightness of it as he pushes into my mouth. He does this for a few minutes, just fucking me, pushing any way he wants to, until he draws back and pulls his thing out. He holds it an inch in front of my face, he likes to watch as he dumps all over me. ** I can't help it. I've been doing this for years, and I'm not the only guard that does. Even at night we think of them, when I fuck my wife I imagine I'm one of them. And she does too. She never says it, but I see her looking at them, watching them. The coiled sexuality of these men is just too intense. Prison only buys us time, it makes it harder for women to get to them. But they will win, men will someday all be black, we'll all be as strong, as virile as these men are. You can see it in every prizefight, and its only a matter of time before the universities and the professions show the same pattern. Power flows from the balls - virility leads inevitably to hegemony, to dominance in all things. This has happened before. There were epochs in the past when humanity changed, when there was more than one type of human living at the same time. Homo Sapiens Neanderthal, and Homo Sapiens Sapiens. And now we are the Neanderthal, we look with awe at the new ones, the Men who will one day rule over us. ####################################################### I'd love to hear from you, no matter what you thought of my story. Comments and story ideas are welcome at: Pervitron@Hotmail.com #######################################################