I grab Toots around the middle and lay my head on her thighs. She grabs my cock and kisses it in an ecstasy while I bite her soft flesh and rub my nose over her belly. The soft stink of her abricot-fendu is as sweet as the odor of grapes rotting in the sun… . Toots licks my balls and her tongue curls through my bush
… her mouth is wet and lax… .
With my teeth I begin to tear the flimsy silk stockings from her thighs. I rip them to shreds, gnaw at the light garters until I’ve bitten them in half. Soon all that is left is a fragment, like a badly made sock, fitting one ankle.
Toots throws her thighs apart again and again. Oh she wants it, she’s ready to die if I’ll just pop my tongue into her slit, run it under her tail and lick her! But she can’t wait for that alone … she takes my prick in her hands, chokes it until John T. is purple black in the face … then she slides one hand under my balls, holds them together in her spread fingers and arches her head downward to slide my dong into her mouth.
Hair creeps over Toots’s belly like a fine veil. I follow it with my tongue up her navel to her long, ripe fig. It rolls in a thin wavering line over flesh that tastes like salty milk… . I tease and torture her by pretending time and time again that I’m about to thrust my tongue up her tail, then licking her thighs instead. She’s crazy from frustration … she slobbers and shutters over my cock until her head looks as though it might bob off entirely. When she’s least expecting it I stuff her cunt with my mouth and begin to suck it … I am closed in by her thighs, and my tongue twists in and out of the slippery mass of wet hair… .
She’s going away … she probably will not see me again … so Toots, who was first Carl’s and is now truly anybody’s, is as bawdy and bitchy as though she were completely and unresponsibly drunk. Later, not then, but when she’s about to leave with some excuse about an appointment, it occurs to me that she is quite probably making the rounds of all her friends giving them all a taste–Hell, a full draught–of complete and filthy whorishness.
She begs me to come! In the same hopeless way that women plead to be screwed, Toots pleads with me to let my prick explode in her mouth. She wants me to come in her mouth the first time, when I have plenty of jism … when it’s thickest and most full of the taste of my cock.
John Thursday’s as willing as I am to let her have it that way … His beard actually appears to be trembling … then Toots’s thighs become tighter, and against my groin I am able to feel her throat move as she swallows the jism… .
She hasn’t come … I go on sucking and licking her con, and Toots goes on sucking and pulling my cock so hard that my balls ache. If I want to keep it in one piece I’ll have to take it away from her … and when I do she begins to spout a flow of language almost as crimson as some of Tania’s better effects. She confesses most of her erotic history (why this compulsion for confession in women?), beginning with her first and ending with the latest of her failures with temptation. And I learn, to my complete astonishment, that she once allowed herself to be screwed by a Chinaman. That’s her word … Chinaman. And since Toots has good sense for the value of words, I understand that she does not mean Chinese college student, but more likely some skinny-shanked laundryman
… a Chinaman.
Why in the world a Chinaman I can’t imagine. I’ve never known a woman who was laid by one, never even heard of one who expressed a desire to be laid by one. They’re little, they’re bandy-legged and hollow-chested. I am wholly unable to imagine any woman getting a good fucking or a good, juicy miscegenatory thrill out of such an experience.
Toots is licking my balls, running the end of her tongue behind them and down my thighs … She kisses both cheeks of my ass, then licks them, as though she had just gathered courage, she presses her lips kissingly on my ass hole and sucks it! That appears to give her the final thrill she’s been waiting for, the bitch
… She pushes her tongue against my rectum and as it’s slipping in, she comes …
Juice comes from her as though a hundred little valves had suddenly been released… .
Her interest in my ass is lessened at once. But she’s been making me hot again with that, and I am beginning to sport an erection once more. I’m not ready to let her stop. I keep pushing her head back between my thighs until she begins to suck my rectum again and I make her keep at it until I have a dong that’s in shape to screw again… .
It may be her interest in my ass that makes me take such an interest in hers.
It’s a fine, womanly ass, with plenty of meat and plenty of hair. And that place, that dark puckering soul of it, looks very capable of being applied to the use I have for it. I pull the cheeks apart and stare into it. You’d think I’d never seen one before … Toots giggles at me… .
The damned thing moves. It’s alive, it wiggles and appears to breathe.
Assholes, I should imagine, might make a very interesting study. You might not discover the secret of the universe in one, but it would be a fuck of a lot more interesting than the study of your own navel.
Toots doesn’t need instruction in any of the minor perversions, in so far as I’ve been able to learn. Certainly, since I’ve screwed her in the ass before this, she knows what to expect from me and how to prepare for it … . She turns onto her belly and offers the thing to me … . it’s there before my eyes, spread out like a feast. I climb on and give John Thursday the scent. He’s in like a shot and Toots begins to moan again.
I really screw Hell out of Toots this time. And she’s happy enough about it with the exception that I don’t have enough hands to please her. She wants her trap played with, she wants her bubs pinched, she wants to be felt up and down, from head to foot and all at once. In the end she makes up for my lack by playing with herself. My God, what a capacity for enjoyment that cunt has! Orally she’s applying herself to marvelling at her bitchiness, which she seems to appreciate as much as I do, and chewing on a corner of a pillow …
When I have her well browned on that side and turn her over to go after her cob, Toots sets up a howl. She wants to be fucked, she insists, but she wants my cock in her rectum, too. Since I’m not one of Alexandra’s demons I don’t quite see just how that’s to be managed … but Toots finds a way. On my bureau there’s a brush with a round, smooth and quite stubby handle. She wants that.
I finally hand her the brush … I’ve found there are two ways of getting a good screw … one is to pull the strong arm act and the other is to let the bitches follow whatever screwy notion comes into their heads … . . so I give it to her. She lies on her side, lifts her leg to get things into the shape she wants them and, zingo!
Right up to the damned bristles!
I get my dong into her fig as soon as I can … I’m afraid she’ll come without me, she’s showing such dexterity with that brush handle. And that’s how I screw her
… fucking little Jesus out of her cunt while she wallops Hell out of her ass with the brush.
She’s so hot, thermally as well as sexually, that I could operate the entire Metro system three hours on the energy she’s burning up. Her skin becomes slippery and, because she’s naturally a lively bitch to begin with, we’re soon lying together in a pose that must look like a nest of double-jointed eels. But I still have my dong under her legs, shoving away at that itch, until we both come.
“That was wonderful …” she begins, and that’s as far as she gets. She hasn’t taken the brush handle out of her rectum yet … she’s still twisting it a
