It’s nice to get one of these young bitches again. She’s not so young that she’s underdone, but she hasn’t reached the ripeness of most of the cunt I’ve been using lately. Her legs have a firm feeling against mine … her belly is flat but not her teats … . and she’s willing … but not too willing. She’s a nice girl.
We have a short argument over almost everything that I want to do. I want to undress her, but it’s something that has to be done piecemeal. But the longer it takes, the bigger John Thursday appears to get, so I don’t mind. I’m not going any place… .
Her shoes come off… then I have to lift her skirt and give her a good feeling up before I can go any further. Her stockings … . I have her skirt up to her middle and I’m pulling off her pants when good old Ernest comes back with mother… …
“I beg pardon.” The woman takes Ernest’s arm and wants him to exit with her, but he stands and stares at the girl and me. No use pulling down the girl’s dress now. She blushes and looks at the wall. It must have been damp in the garden.
The woman begs our pardon again but she stops tugging at Ernest’s arm.
Apparently her theories haven’t extended to the precept that people should fuck openly, like dogs, and it’s evidently a new experience for her to see her daughter being undressed for love. She’s uncertain, but she’s drunk or doped, whichever Mutzborg’s concoction has done to us–and she comes in with Ernest.
The girl’s terribly embarrassed, but she’s thinking, too, I still have one hand between her thighs, and the same display of principle that keeps her from pulling her skirt down and covering herself keeps me from taking my hand away. I notice that two buttons of Ernest’s fly are open… . .
There’s some talk of being perfectly natural. This from Mutzborg’s two cunts …
Ernest and I haven’t any thoughts on the subject … and while this is going on Ernest drops into the chair that the girl had and pulls the woman onto his lap.
Ernest I know, is ready to see the whole show, and from the looks of things, the girl’s mother is too. Ernest slips his hand under her dress and after a long look at Mutzborg begins to play with her. The girl blushes some more… . .
It requires about ten minutes for me to screw up my courage to the sticking point and for Ernest to get his cunt’s dress up so that she’s showing her bare ass to the world. Then to Hell with it. I wouldn’t give a damn if the whole Chamber of Deputies wanted to look on. The girl appears to feel much the same way … the liquor is still working.
The woman has taken Ernest’s dick out and she’s playing with it, but most of her attention is turned to what’s going on where we are. She watches quite calmly while I finish stripping her daughter, but when I undress too she becomes anxious about something, it appears.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaims, wringing her hands. “Oh my God!” She falls suddenly through Ernest’s knees, and before he can catch her she’s on her ass on the floor, her dress up and her fig spread out in my direction as though she were taking my picture with it. Ernest can’t lift her and she’s too much preoccupied with what’s happening to her daughter to give him the attention he thinks he deserves. Finally since he can’t do anything else, he takes her dress over her head. She doesn’t mind that … doesn’t even seem to notice what he’s doing. And there she sits on her big ass, wearing only stockings and shoes as casually as though she were fully dressed.
The girl tries to hide her little fig from me at first. Her hand covers it and she keeps her thighs together. But after I’ve felt her up a bit, after she’s had the feel of Johnny’s whiskers rubbed up against her belly, she comes out of her shell. It’s all right if I feel of her cunt, it’s all right if I tickle her rectum … anything’s all right now.
The girl is a wonderful screw… . . She has life in her body and experience, too, but there’s none of the desperation that I’ve found in Tania. She loves to be laid, that’s evident, but she’s not looney about it.
She makes a tight fit for Jean Jeudi … . getting him in is more than just throwing his head in her general direction. But when he’s well up there, with his nose into the center of the itch that’s making her ass wiggle, everything’s perfect.
She’s still blushing, and each time she looks over towards her mother she lets go with one of those long Ooh’s of embarrassment, but, if anything, it simply helps to make her a better lay.
When we’ve been fucking for perhaps five minutes, the girl’s mother experiences a yen to see things at close range. The fact that Ernest is sporting a good sized dong is not enough to keep her where she is, either… . . She starts to get to her feet, but that is too much effort. She toddles over on her hands and knees, then lays her head on the edge of the couch and peers over like a big collie bitch. In the spirit of the moment, I turn the girl on her side, with her ass toward her mother’s face, so that everything may be observed.
I’ve been fucking the girl in that position for less than a minute when I feel something besides a cunt around my cock. It’s the mother feeling around and playing with me, and when Ernest sees what’s going on he begins to assert himself at last. What the fuck is wrong with his prick, he wants to know? He starts up and throws his clothes angrily on the floor. Next he’s dragging the bitch off and across the room by one foot. Right in front of Mutzborg, almost on his feet, he jumps on her and wags his dick in her face. He’s howling like an Indian, yelling that he’s going to make her suck it until she has some respect for it, and she’s trying to quiet him, telling him that he’ll wake her husband. But Ernest is sore by now … he doesn’t give a shit or even half a shit, he says, if this little hoptoad does wake up … in fact, he hopes that he will… .
The girl wants to see what’s going on, of course. She’s so shocked at the sight of Ernest squatting over her mother, sticking that imperial dong of his at her mouth, that she forgets to fuck. But when Ernest has his reward, when the bitch finally gives in and takes it the way he wants her to … . when she goes after it as hard as she can and is definitely and beyond any argument sucking him off, the girl is even better than she was before. She doesn’t take her eyes from Ernest and her mother … not one second. But she takes me for a swell ride.
Zingo! My cock has exploded up in the headwaters someplace. I feel as though my stomach had fallen through my ass and my guts were draining away inside that grasping little fig. The girl wraps me up in her arms … she squeals that she’s coming, that her belly is ignited, that her bonne-bouche is turning inside out …
Mutzborg has developed one worthwhile invention, it would appear.
Ernest, in the meantime, has at length succeeded in interesting his cunt in his dong. He no longer has to sit on her bubs to keep his dick in her mouth … she wouldn’t let it go now under any circumstances. He’s lying on his back both hands under his head as a pillow, and she’s bending over him, giving her oral all… .
Has she ever done that, I ask the girl as we watch this. Oh, no, of course … .
never that. She’s lying, the bitch … she’s a cocksucker if I ever met one. Besides, she answered too quickly … . I slide up on the couch so that I can use forcible persuasion if necessary, but when she sees what’s coming she drops off the couch and onto her knees in front of me. Then … . right in.
Mama takes a look over at this new development. My prick hasn’t had time to become erect yet, and the girl has the whole thing in her mouth. The mother’s eyes widen and she is evidently about to say something, but just then Ernest comes. He holds her head down, and there’s nothing for her to do but swallow it
… . the two bitches, both of them on their knees, each with a cock in her mouth, eye each other wordlessly. What in hell they’re thinking about I can’t for the life of me imagine… .
Ernest suggests a trade. Not, he says tactfully, that he doesn’t like what he has, but he’s in favor of variety. I’m as willing to try mamma as he is to take a shot at the daughter, and the cunts themselves can’t object, so
