Toots appears to have made up her mind that it’s tonight or never … . . she’s been trying so long to get him that she’s done almost everything but come right out and ask him to screw her. She begins to tease … soon she’s rubbing his shoulder with her bubs, his knee with her thigh … Jesus, I can see all she’s got, and while her ‘Henry’ sits there and goes on about what Paris must have looked like in the Middle Ages, I’ve got a dong that I could put on exhibition.
She’s catting for a fuck as openly as a heifer in the spring … and it looks to me as though she wanted a fuck for its own sake as much as to tie this Henry to her.
Oh, she’s a bitch, there’s no doubt about that … never a bit worried about what went on here the other night … called me up the next day and asked how I was feeling! While Anna … Anna creeps away and hides for a day or a few weeks before she comes out to show her tail again… .
Then my bell rings and it’s Peter. He’s ridden in from the country with a farmer and he has a letter from Tania which she could not mail because they’re watched so closely at the place where Alexandra has tucked them away. I can’t take the letter and chase him away … not when he’s come all that way. He comes in … and don’t Henry’s eyes light up when he sets eyes on that cute little prick!
Shit, he might as well have dumped Toots onto the floor on her ass … he doesn’t even pretend to hear what she’s saying anymore.
Peter gets the idea right away. He sits down and becomes coy … all he needs is a tiny lace handkerchief to swish. That little cocksucker! Toots’s rich American is bewitched … He gives him a glass of wine and he flutters around with the first spark of life he’s shown all evening. Then he and Peter sit there and goggle at each other.
Toots sits next to me on the couch. Perhaps, she suggests sarcastically, Henry and the boy would feel better if we left them alone! Why don’t they simply fall into each other’s arms? She is hopping mad at first and then it all begins to amuse her. She comes right out and tells Henry what a joke it is … that she’s been trying to tie him up and marry him. And here he turns out to want a pretty boy instead of her! She must be drunker than she looks … certainly she’s disgusted.
If I were Henry I’d take her over my knee, pull down her pants, and slap her ass for her. But he thinks it’s funny too… the pair of them sit and laugh and have a glass of wine on it, and Peter blushes and looks pretty.
“Why don’t you … oh whatever it is that you do,” Toots asks Henry. “Take him in the bedroom … Alf won’t mind. But I’d like to see it, to have the satisfaction of knowing what he’s got that I haven’t got.”
Peter dangles his long hands over the arms of the chair. He manages to look shocked … something I’ve never seen Peter do before. Henry frowns … perhaps he thinks that Toots is being somewhat crude … but these bitches can be a hell of a lot cruder than that. Suddenly Toots hoists her skirts and shows us her bush.
It’s like having a blinding light suddenly turned on you when she aims that thing at you. She almost throws it in Henry’s face.
Why, she wants to know, is there something wrong with it? Does he see worms crawling around in it, has it turned green, or does it stink? If that isn’t better than a boy’s ass hole to put a prick into, she’ll eat it … and if he has to have a round hole, she has a rectum herself!
She makes a mistake in flinging that bonne-bouche in Peter’s face, though. He looks at it, sniffs it, and pushes one of his long fingers up it before Toots sees what’s happening. Henry thinks that’s funny too, but when Peter puts his arms around Toots’s ass and gives her mop a kiss, he’s as startled as the cunt.
Toots pushes her skirt down quickly and demands to know what he is this pretty one … fish or fowl? Both, I tell her and she shakes her head. The depravity of the people I know.
Henry wants to have a good time. He’s a long way from home and for once in his life he tells us, he can do exactly as he pleases. So why don’t we make this a night? We’re all friends here, we know what the world is like, etc., etc., he grows quite philosophical about the matter. Finally he turns to Toots. He’ll make it worth her while if she’s agreeable. Toots tells him to shove his money up his ass
… but there’s no reason why we shouldn’t be gay.
I’m not so positive I want to take my pants down with this Henry around …
but he acts straight enough with me. I decide that he is interested only in someone like Peter. In that way he’s a lot like Ernest, except that Ernest is cunt struck, too.
He has a small confession to make, Henry has. Since he’s known Toots he has often thought of what she must be like when she’s being screwed … oh yes, he’s thought about fucking her, but he simply doesn’t get hot over women anymore, the way he used to! But he would like to see her being laid. It’s easy enough to see that … every whorehouse in Paris has a peep show … but he’s never seen a nice girl, someone he’s known, do it.
Shit, I’m not putting on any entertainment for this rich bastard! But I have an erection that seems to be a permanent attachment, and if I don’t fuck Toots I’ll probably have to go out later and pay some whore … I pull her onto my lap when she passes by. She snuggles her ass against John Thursday and lifts her skirt for me to give her a feel.
Toots is as much ready to be laid as I am to give it to her … her thighs are burning and they have juice between them. And her mop … . it’s the original burning bush … I feel like a man about to dip his finger into a pot of hot lead when I tickle her fig. She spreads her legs and that swell stink of cunt spills around the room.
Jesus, I’d fuck her on the steps of the Palais de Justice, in the center of the Place de la Concorde before a full military review! I throw her legs up in the air and pull off her shoes … she tumbles off my lap and lies on her back in front of me while I take off her stockings. Peter’s almost shitting his pants with excitement.
Toots lies on the couch and wiggles while I’m undressing … she’s trying to get Peter to come over and kiss her bush again … but before she can persuade him I’m climbing on her. I have my dong up her tail before she knows what’s happening, and she begins to kick the couch so hard that I expect the springs to fly out and sail across the room.
Peter is sitting on Henry’s lap … his fly is open and Henry is tickling his dick
… Peter reaches into Henry’s pants and begins diddling his cock … the place is taking on the air of a madhouse. Toots squeals like a pig under the knife.
Yes, squeal, you cunt! You have a knife in your belly, your womb is butchered, your con feels its edge … .
Peter undresses, and when Toots sees him standing naked, his dick hard and erect, she begs him to come over and let her feel of it. That little bastard, he wears a two-sided coat, he changes from one sex to another like a chameleon… . .
he stands and lets her play with his cock and feel his balls and pinch his legs.
Then when he thinks she’s liable to be agreeable about it, he wants to put his cock in her mouth.
Toots doesn’t say any of the things you might expect her to say. She looks at him with an expression that says she thinks it’s a wonderful idea … lets him rub his balls over her mouth … and then she kisses them. A fine cunt like her kissing that cute bastard’s balls! It’s enough to make you want to strangle her, or at least beat some sense into her head. I fuck her as though I was driving a pot into her abricot-fendu but a goat could butt her between the legs and she’d enjoy it … .
she simply grunts a bit and licks Peter’s bush.
Should she do it or shouldn’t she, Toots asks her Henry? Is he shocked now or should she show him something that will make him remember for the rest of his life what a marvelous cunt he could have had for a wife? A question like that is silly … there’s only one answer, and everybody knows it … She
