It’s my suggestion that the Mother and I ought to try one of the bedrooms, but she won’t hear of it. She wants to stay and watch her little girl get hers, that’s plain to see … besides, I think she likes the idea of all this screwing going on directly under her husband’s untidy whiskers. When I cross the room to get her she puts her arms around my knees and begins kissing my balls … then she puts her lips over John Thursday’s neck and begins sucking him, apparently to show her daughter how it ought to be done. He isn’t soft any longer when I finally take it from her and turn her over and put him in her rectum… . .
The girl is still holding Ernest’s prick in her mouth and she almost bites it off when she sees what I am intending to do to mother. It’s quite possible she’s heard of that way of doing it. But her mother has … she knows all about it, and she’s had enough of her husband’s elixir to eat to display her knowledge. She holds her ass up in such a way that I can get at it easily, and then she cuddles her head in her arms like a kitten about to go to sleep.
Once John T. has begun to nuzzle under her tail she lifts her head … there’s not a chance of them going to sleep when they’ve got a cock up their asses. She bends her head down and looks along her belly, under her swinging teats to see what’s taking place back there. I set my dong in easily, she evidently doesn’t get screwed this way as a regular thing. Her asshole is as tight as her daughter’s cunt, but like it, it spreads after you’ve fucked it for awhile.
It makes her wiggle, that prick in her rectum, and when I really fuck her it makes her chatter like a lemur. She gets excited and hops like a rabbit whose legs are tied. Her arms wave and suddenly one of them strikes her husband’s shanks quite hard. He wakes up and stares stupidly down at us … the woman claps her hands to her mouth in dismay. Then he spots his daughter and Ernest.
The girl is still on her knees and she hasn’t even taken Ernest’s dong from between her teeth… .
I don’t know what we’re all waiting for … no one moves for several seconds.
Then Mutzborg yawns, closes his eyes and begins to snore again.
“Did he see us?” That’s what the girl and her mother both want to know and they both ask the question at the same time. My own opinion is that he saw us but he won’t be able to remember it. Ernest claims that he is so far gone that he doesn’t even recognize what he sees. The cunts are comforted… . Ernest puts his dong into her mouth and she recommences sucking … mine urges me on to go on with what I was doing.
She comes just before I do, and for the last few seconds it’s a fight to keep my cock in her … she wants to get it out of her rectum as quickly as possible once that vast surge of sensation has washed away. But I keep it in … I lock her hands behind her back and let her howl as loud as she cares to. By the time I’ve come too she’s quiet again.
Ernest is sore. He and the girl were so busy watching me that they forgot themselves, and she’s sucked him off, leaving his cock limp and apparently out for the rest of the night… …
I’m not in any condition myself to do anymore for several hours although both of the cunts would like the party to go on for at least another round. Besides, Ernest and I have suddenly developed ambulatory difficulties and find ourselves bumping into the furniture and each other with monotonous and bruising regularity. We make our excuses, dress and take our leave.
For once, there’s not a taxi to be seen. Clinging desperately to each other in the midst of a world that is both fearful and seasick, we walk to Ernest’s place. In the morning we both have the worst hangovers of our lives.
Anna wants a party. She makes the proposition to me quite frankly as we are sitting in a cafe one afternoon. She would like to arrange to have a few very dear friends fuck her by wholesale some evening soon… . . very soon. From now on it’s to be take what you want and to Hell with being something you don’t want to be.
This is not Anna as I knew her a few months ago, but Anna has changed a great deal in a short time. One thing, she makes a perfect type for the sort of thing she proposes … . she looks and acts like a lady, she’s neat as a pin, dresses well and has some money. In other words, she enjoys all the expensive necessities for conducting herself like a ten-franc whore.
I ask her who she’d like… . Ernest, Sid, Arthur … . would they do? Yes, she thinks, that would be just about right … . not too many, but enough to make an interesting time. And will everybody be drunk and make things very gay.
I don’t have the slightest trouble in arranging things. No one even objects to being touched for money to buy liquor. That bitch, to make a proposition like that! Well, I’ll see that she gets what she’s asking for … . I keep away from women for four days before the date, swallowing raw eggs and oysters by the dozen… . .
I’m with Anna during the whole latter part of the afternoon on the day of her party. She acts nervous … . she never did anything quite so baldly before. As a sedative I suggest that perhaps we should go up to my place and try a quick one before the main event, but the bitch won’t give in. Not a smell, she says, until it’s time … . it would be like playing with your toys before Christmas… .
I take her to dinner, and afterward we spend a long time butting the liquor, so when we get back to my place Sid and Arthur are already there. Ernest arrives one drink late, but that’s all right … he’s more than made up for it at the bar he’s been in … .
You can’t just jump into these things … Drinking slowly, talking a lot to make the thing seem somewhat less raw than it is, we use up three hours before the party takes on form. Everyone by that time is thoroughly stinking, at the stage where one more drink goes a very long way. Arthur is showing us for the fourth time, the trick of taking off your coat without removing your vest. Anna circulates from hand to hand, never staying in one place for very long. She sits on your lap, gives you time to get an erection started, and when she feels it getting stiff she goes off somewhere else … . all, of course, in the guise of simple good fellowship…
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Then she’s gone for a few minutes. Everybody looks at me … when the Hell are we going to fuck her, they all want to know? Isn’t it up to her to break the ice? If she doesn’t say anything about it when she comes back, Sid declares he’s going to grab her and rape her. Shit, an evening like this is as bad as one with Miss Cavendish… . .
In the midst of this Anna returns. One look at her and there’s no need for further speculation. She’s wearing pants and shoes … . nothing else. Those magnificent bubs of hers are bare except for a long string of black beads that hang down between them, hugging the skin and bouncing slightly when she walks.
“Here it is,” Anna says.
Ernest whoops and makes a grab for her … misses and falls off his chair. It’s Arthur who gets her. She falls into his lap and lets him play with her while an argument develops as to who’s going to screw her first. I claim the right of host; Sid, for lack of any better claim, proposes that he needs a fuck more than the rest of us… .
It’s not for nothing that I learned to play crooked cards … I get a deck and we cut for Anna. My king gets her … Arthur had a jack, Sid a six and Ernest a three.
As a consolation prize Ernest demands the right of taking off her pants, either that, he says, or she’ll have to put them on again before he screws her.
The four of us carry her into the bedroom and Ernest pulls off her shoes and her pants … While he’s at it he manages to get his finger into her fig, trying to bribe her into letting him on first, but Anna sticks to the bargain.
There’s a great deal of free advice floating about while I’m undressing. Anna’s the only one who doesn’t seem to have an opinion about how she should be handled. She lies on the bed and watches us taking off our clothes … for some reason she looks scared.
I haven’t the sort of a hard on that I
