Rosita’s braced arms give under my pushing … her knees spread and she drops back until her hair sweeps the floor. I kneel, keeping my cock in her mouth, and she sucks, digging her fingers into my hips. I feel her belly rising and falling under my ass … I give her bubs a pinch and make her lick her slobbering off my balls …
She can’t swallow the jism when I come! Her head is too low and she chokes when she tries to do it … but I hold her, I keep my dick in her mouth until things are steady again, and then I find that she’s still sucking it. She hasn’t stopped, not for an instant, and she has a mouthful of jism that she can’t swallow.
I lift her up, put one arm around her, and get my hand in her hair. She shakes her head … she won’t swallow it. She turns away from me and we wrestle on the rug for a few moments. Suddenly she laughs and opens her mouth to show me that it’s gone.
She lies on her belly while I sit on the floor and she begins licking my dick again. Her tongue wiggles around my balls and she kisses them. Did I like her dance, she wants to know? It’s like that every time she dances, she tells me …
she shows them everything, and they end up growling. One night a Negro, a big black fellow with blue lips, slashed her with a razor … she shows me a fine, raised line diagonally across her belly… . Afterward he came in and fucked her and stayed all night… . the only Negro she ever allowed Grandma to send to her room.
I wonder why there hasn’t been someone else along to bang at the door yet.
Oh, but that isn’t the way she does it. Sometimes she takes one . . never more than three after she’s danced. Now and then she lets two men in at once, but never any more. She could have them all if she wanted to, but she only did that once. Fifteen men, one right after the other just after she’d danced! And they were so rough she was afraid … she had to have two of them thrown out.
How long had she been dancing? She doesn’t know … she thinks she was twelve when her father had her take off her clothes and dance naked for some men … he kept a bar back home in Madrid. She remembers that she was scared
… one of the men wanted to fuck her and her father caught him playing with her on a dark porch later … her father knocked him down the step… . She lied and said that he really hadn’t done anything to her … . she’d been kissing his prick and putting it into her mouth… . .
Telling me this, she kisses my dong and puts it into her mouth. I’m getting another hard on … she licks my legs and my belly. She likes me, she tells me … if I hadn’t come to her room she intended to go downstairs and look for me. Would I like to arrange to stay all night? It won’t cost me any more, and she’ll guarantee that she can give me more erections than any other girl in the place …
I explain that I’m with friends, that I’ll have to go down soon … and the cunt actually appears to be disappointed. She puts my prick in her mouth and sucks me off for an other few minutes … then she gets up and lies on the bed with her legs spread. She strokes her bush as though she were in love with what’s down there.
John Thursday appears to have forgotten that he’s just had a French lesson.
He’s up and ready to keep an appointment with the split peach lying in halves between Rosita’s thighs. When I go to her the cunt sticks her legs up into the air, waving them and her arms like crabs waving claws.
Rosita has a big cunt once it’s opened and spread before you . . I wish that I had a flashlight so I could look into that dark hole. It looks like the Hole of Calcutta … I can almost imagine the bodies of all the men who’ve ever tried to fuck it lying in a pile inside. With a hole like that you ought to be able to look in a straight line to her back teeth.
But I have a dong to fill it … I grab Rosita’s waving legs and push them up until her knees are on her teats. My end of her is all ass and cunt … nothing else.
I slip my prick under her tail and it disappears into the center of her bush.
Doesn’t she wiggle them? Even before I get my cock into action she’s hopping as though I’d shoveled a bucket of hot coals into her furnace door. She reaches down to her ass and yanks my balls until I’m beginning to worry about the hinges coming loose . . She’s coming, she howls … I suck her teats … I’ve got an erupting volcano on my hands.
I haven’t really begun to fuck her until that first hurdle is taken. Then I settle down on her, go to it as though I expected to spend a few years there. . In three minutes I have her gasping … in five she’s asking for mercy.
When I come it’s like lying on the bed and feeling the room flop over a couple of times. It hits me hard in the pit of my stomach. Everything’s distorted, but I hear Rosita cooing … it’s hit her too.
She’s a loony bitch . . as soon as I’m off her she throws herself on her belly on the floor … she kisses my feet and bites my toes … I have to stay, she says … I can’t go and take such a wonderful cock out of her life. She wants me to stay all night … all week … it won’t cost anything. She looks at my clothes … she’ll buy me a new suit … a lot of new suits. What she’s saying is that she wants me to be her pimp … her last one she tells me, got drunk and fell out of a window a month ago …
Shit, I haven’t time to be anybody’s pimp … and besides I couldn’t stand the Spanish temperament for more than a couple of weeks. I try to explain, but she won’t listen … she’s got a bug in her head and the more I explain the more she insists. Her voice raises and she begins to get sore. I get sore too … I had a swell fuck, but I didn’t pay money to fight with anybody. I yell back at her. Finally I begin to dress.
I’m standing with everything on but one shoe … when I see the wicked little knife in her hand. I grab a brush from the bureau and peg at her. I miss, and so does she … the knife slithers against the wall and falls.
I go hopping out into the hall on one shoe … Rosita runs for the knife again.
We yell at each other through the open door until I see her lift her arm again …
then I slam the door shut. There’s a sound like that of bone shattering … it’s the thin door panel … the black point of the knife is pricking through. She has a strong arm, that crazy whore … and much too good an aim. I put on my other shoe and get the fuck out of there.
Ernest isn’t downstairs. He and his cunt are off playing bumpbottom I suppose. I get my hat from the withered old bitch at the cloakroom. Did I have a good time she asks? I must come again sometime … … .
Miss Cavendish is no longer with us. The neighborhood, she told the concierge, was not quite what she wanted … So she packed her things and took a sneak. Sid says that he saw her on the boulevard Saint-Germain a couple of days ago. When she saw him, he said, she positively ran in the other direction, jumped in a taxi and disappeared.
In the meantime I see a Spaniard behind every street post. I’m certain that the cunt Rosita has put a couple of her boyfriends after me … I expect the knife in my back every time I walk down a dark street. It’s gotten so that I take the corners wide and jump when a kid comes running out of a doorway. I’m hoping I call keep myself intact until Rosita finds something else to occupy her time and mind.
Jesus, these cunts! If they don’t own you they want to kill you, or if they don’t want to kill you they want to kill themselves. It’s in France, and especially in Paris, that you become fully conscious of the awfulness of women; it’s no accident that the French novel has come to be a by-word for a dither and fuss over who loved who and why not. There’s something in the very air which makes you constantly aware of the tricks and intrigues of women.
Carl’s Toots, for example. She’s off now to catch herself a rich American.
Living with Carl has become too impossible, she tells me. The truth probably is that Carl is running short of money … if
