"Philip Jose Farmer - The Image Of The Beast" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

strapped to the table. The penis was coming to life as if its ears--
buried
within the flesh like a snake's--had heard her or as if the slit in
its head
were a detector of body heat--like an adder's nose pits--and it knew
that she
was in the room.
The camera moved to one side so that it could start with the
profile of
Matthew Colben's head. The thick curly gray-and-black hair, the big
red ears,
the smooth forehead, the big curved nose, the thin lips, massive
jawbone, chin
thick and heavy as the head of a sledge, big fat chest, the outcurve
of a paunch
grown with much stuffing of steak and beer, the down-curve to the
penis, now
fully up and swollen and hard. The camera moved in for a close shot;
the veins
were ropes run into the lanyard of lust (Childe could not help
thinking in such
images; he fingered concepts with a Midas touch). The head, fully
exposed,
glistened with lubricating fluid.
Now the camera moved up and away and took a position where both
the man and
woman could be seen. She approached slowly, swaying her hips, and
came up to
Colben and said something. Her lips moved, but there was no sound,
and the
police lip-reader could not tell what she was saying because her head
was bent
too far over. Colben said something too, but his words were
undecipherable for
the same reason.
The woman bent over and let her left breast fall so that Colben
could take
it in his mouth. He sucked for a while; and then the woman removed
it. The
camera moved in to show the nipple, which was wet and swollen. She
kissed him on
the mouth; the camera moved in sidewise to show her as she raised her
head a
little to permit the camera to record the tongue sliding back and
forth into
Colben's mouth. Then she began to kiss and to lick his chin, his
neck, his
chest, his nipples, and she smeared his round belly with saliva. She
worked
slowly down to his pubic hairs, slobbered on them, gently tapped his