When I do start to fuck her I’m not on her very long. It’s fast and it’s hot but it simply doesn’t last. I’m so keyed up, I’ve stuffed myself so full of seafood and dairy produce that I come almost before I start to fuck her … Perhaps it’s true that dishonest gains are soon squandered … . Oh, it’s nice enough while it lasts and I can see that Anna can feel John T. all right, but it’s gone before I have a chance to appreciate it.
As soon as I’m off, Arthur hops on. He looks like a rabbit fucking her. I even have the impression that his ears are laid back. To Hell with the rest of her, just give me her cunt, seems to be Arthur’s idea. He doesn’t even bother to look at those wonderful teats. In goes his cock, and Arthur almost follows it. Well, Anna wants evidently to be made to feel like a whore, and if anything can do it it ought to be having someone screw her the way Arthur’s handling it. She could have a bag over her head … . shit, she could be sewed in canvas with just one small hole at her cunt, and Arthur would be just as happy.
Anna looks around with an eye that has already begun to look glassy. She waves her legs and hugs Arthur against herself, fucking just as hard as she can.
Sid and Ernest are both standing with their dongs sticking out like iron pipes …
my cock hasn’t completely collapsed yet … Such a lovely, lovely party, Anna lisps drunkenly … . .
How one small cunt … or even a big one … can stink up a room with the smell of itself is really remarkable. Jesus, if anybody were to call on me now they wouldn’t have to come into the bedroom to know there was a bitch in the neighborhood … the wonder is that it doesn’t attract people in from the hallway.
And the bed … it’s a good thing that tomorrow is the day I’m supposed to get clean linen…
Anna still hasn’t come, although Arthur is pounding his prick into her as though he were committing murder with it. He smacks her ass to make her fuck faster, orders her to turn this way and that way, do that or the other, as though he had laid out good, cold cash for her. She thinks that’s just dandy, the bitch.
She’s willing … she’d try to walk on the ceiling if she were told to now… .
Ernest steps closer to her and as soon as his dong is within reach she has her hands on it. Sid goes around the bed and lets her take his front the other side …
she squeezes them both purple, she’s so hot that she’s liable to tear them off and stuff them into her ears if she’s not watched… .
Arthur ends up with a kick that almost drives the footboard from the bed, and he really does his best for Anna in those final seconds. He’s filled her with jism but he hasn’t made her come. Sid is sore when he wipes his cock off on her belly
… who the hell, he wants to know, wants to screw in a puddle of that stuff? He makes Arthur mop it up with a handkerchief before he gets on for his ride.
Sid has hardly put his prick into Anna’s fig when she comes. She “ohs” and
“ahs” a few times and for several minutes afterwards she’s too groggy to do anything but be still and let Sid go on by himself. If he minds having her act half dead he doesn’t let it interfere with his fucking … . he screws her until he’s pushed her almost off the bed, then rolls over and screws her back over on the other side. About halfway through the performance Anna seems to remember what’s happening to her … she wakes up and begins to show a little life again.
Pretty soon she’s as good as ever, or perhaps better, and while Sid is finishing up it looks for a couple of minutes as though she were going to come again. Sid grunts and puffs and slaps her belly and pulls her teats, but he can’t get her the second time. Trying to work her up, he gets himself too enthusiastic and at last he has to give up and let fly.
Anna presents as messy a looking figlet as I’ve ever seen, when Ernest spreads her legs. Jism and her own juice are oozing out of it … her legs are messed up …
all in all, I don’t blame Ernest for raising a howl. But he pushes her knees wider and gets between them anyway. Anna is still a little timid with Ernest … she hasn’t forgotten the last party she attended with him. As though to make up for it she acts especially nice to him. She takes his dick in both hands and puts it in…
. Ernest doesn’t have to do a thing. She’d even do all the fucking if he wanted her to.
Ernest must have been following my regime of the past few days … at any rate, he doesn’t last much longer than I did. But now that Sid has taken her over the first hurdle, Anna may be coming easier … she comes with Ernest, just as he gives her the first squirt of his own, and they’re both satisfied.
You’d think that after a session like that Anna would be through, if not for the evening at least long enough to get her breath. But not Anna. Her cunt is still twitching from the last screwing it’s taken but she’s just as interested in our cocks as ever. She crawls onto me when I sit on the bed and begins licking my dong and my balls.
“Why don’t we make the bitch suck us all off,” Sid suggests. Anna’s willing, and as though to prove it she puts mine in her mouth. It’s sticky because both the jism and her juice are drying on it but after she’s sucked it for a moment it’s as clean as a new penny whistle.
There’s some argument. Ernest thinks we ought to let her clean our cocks off until she’s had them all in her mouth. What Anna thinks of any of this isn’t of the slightest importance, and apparently she’s quite willing to let her fate be decided for her, because while this is going on she continues to suck my dong without once even bothering to look up.
Finally it’s fixed up … Anna is to get a taste of all of us before we go any further … a breathing spell for us and it’s decided that the ceremony will be held in the other room because the liquor is still there. We haul Anna off the bed and back to the other room in the same way that we brought her in, but ass-upward, with her legs and arms spread-eagled. The black beads drag along the floor.
Ernest stuffs her pants in her mouth, and lets her carry them in her teeth. Her shoes are left behind with the rest of our clothes… .
With someone she didn’t know very well, with people she never intended to see again in her life, I could understand Anna letting herself go completely. But with people that she sees every day, that she meets on the street and at parties … . to me it looks as though being a bitch with friends was worse than being one with complete strangers. Shit, that way she’s not degraded just the one time that she shows herself to be a filthy cunt … it happens every time they speak to her and use her name. What’s in a name? Hell, there’s everything in a name … Anna won’t mean “hey, you,” after this … it will be a one-word summary of all the slobbering bitchiness she displays…
We all have another drink … Anna throws hers down as quickly as she can, and goes on her knees at once for the prick that’s nearest … which happens to be Arthur’s. She has all the encouragement in the world, both from Arthur and the rest of us. Does it stink of her cunt? Anna doesn’t mind that. She doesn’t mind anything … not the choice of names that are used to address her nor the fact that Arthur is demanding she call him “sir” when she speaks to him. Then she goes from one to the other of us giving us all the same treatment.
She stays on her knees in front of Sid for a long time … She remembers that he wanted to be sucked off. But while she’s giving it to him I discover that her cunt is leaking and she’s losing a puddle of jism and juice on my rug. Sid knows what to do about that he says … ) He makes her salaam in front of him and lick it up … then he makes her put her fingers into her fig and chew the juice off them afterward. That, however, isn’t as practical as it is interesting, so he finally chases her into the can to wash herself.
When she comes back through the door on the way in, Ernest, who is sitting on the couch, grabs her.
