Anna settles what has begun to look like a serious difference. All that has to be done, she says, is for Sid to come over to the couch and they can both be satisfied. In fact, she adds, it might be interesting if everybody came over…
She doesn’t have trouble getting customers … not when it’s free. Sid lies on the couch on his back and she spreads herself out on her belly over him with her ass close enough to the edge of the thing so anyone can stand behind her and fuck her from the back. She lets Sid put his cock in her mouth at once … . then Arthur and Ernest and I all take a short turn at screwing her ass.
Sid has decided that this arrangement is all right … . Anna is a very fine cocksucker when she has a prick rammed into her ass. And, conversely, she makes a better fuck when she has a prick in her mouth. It works both ways; it’s simply a matter of which end you prefer, I guess.
Arthur decides when he’s taking his second try at Anna, that it would be a fuck of a lot of fun to piss up her ass. Ernest tries to argue him out of it … he’ll have to lick it up like Anna, he warns him … Arthur turns to me…
“Fuck the rug,” I tell him. “Go on and piss up her ass … I want to see it.”
“Sure, go on,” Sid encourages him. “Shit, maybe we’ll make her lick it up … .”
So Arthur lets go. For the first time Anna registers something that looks like a protest … but she can’t do a thing about it. Sid holds her down and keeps his cock in her mouth, Ernest and I hold her legs to keep her from kicking and Arthur fills her. He keeps his cock in her afterward, and not a drop comes out …
her ass, he informs us, is doing the quaintest things he ever felt … .
Anna is making choking, gurgling noises in her throat … Sid appears to be trying to feel out her ass from the top down. Ernest has been interested by Arthur’s description … . . he wants to try that business himself. I remember that I haven’t been able to get rid of that bidet yet, so I dash in to get it but when I get back I find that the change has been made … they held her rectum with their thumbs and Ernest’s dong is acting as stopper.
Anna raised Hell when Arthur pissed in her … she raises twice as much when Ernest does it. Sid inquires gently if I intend to take a shot at it too … . it’s beginning to come up around his prick, he says … Ernest says that he’s been cheated … Anna’s ass feels no different from any other ass he’s ever had his prick in. If this were a whorehouse, he swears, he’d ask for his money back.
But Anna with an ass full of piss is something of a problem. Sid, after he’s come and seen to it that Anna swallowed what he had to give her, offers the best solution. The neck of a bottle is very gently shoved into her rectum for about an inch and then we leave her to her own devices. Balancing her buttocks carefully, she walks to the bath… .
In three minutes she’s back again … telling us we’ve played a dirty trick on her but fresh as ever … and willing as ever … as soon as she’s had another glass of rum. In her absence Sid has helped me load the bidet … Anna doesn’t find that out until she’s put Sid’s prick into her mouth again. She gives herself completely away … she knows the taste of piss, she says. Sid who probably knows the story already drags out of her the evening details with Ernest and Arthur and me …
and how she enjoys those juicy details.
There hasn’t been a window or a door open for hours … the air is heavy and hot and filled with cigarette smoke. For me, things begin to lose their sharpness, and time begins to lurch heavily. A drink clears things up for a while, but that’s only a temporary measure … it requires a great and frequent dosage to keep things straight. I watch Anna suck both Arthur and Ernest off lying on the couch as before and working on them both together.
After what seems like an age she has them both on the point of coming. Sid is sitting on the couch playing with her trap, and she’s almost ready to come herself. Then, masturbating both of them, she pushes and shoves until she has both cocks into her stretched mouth at the same time. Bang! they both let go, almost together, and Anna goes on playing with them to give them encouragement while she swallows the double dose of jism… .
Sid wants her to suck his prick so he can screw her in the ass … but he won’t put his dong into her mouth, he says, until she’s washed it out. The only way to wash it out, it develops, is with piss that Sid himself will provide… . he drags out the bidet and gives it to Anna to hold under her chin … then he brings his dick to within a few inches of her mouth and lets fly. Anna takes it without batting an eye, in the face, over her chin and straight in the mouth … . after which Sid tosses her on the couch and polishes her off as he said he would.
It’s time I had another shot at her, myself. I let her work my dong up while Sid is finishing off on her and when he’s through with her I have only to take his place and screw her cunt from the back. I give her a fine fucking … she comes twice before I take John Thursday out… . .
In the meantime Ernest has had an idea. While I am screwing Anna from the rear he lies on his belly with his ass under her face. It takes Arthur’s aid and some pretty violent persuasion to convince her, but Anna is finally brought to see reason… . She licks the cheeks, kisses them … at last she put her arms around Ernest’s thighs and puts her mouth on his rectum. Soon she’s kissing and licking it … she sucks it and runs her tongue into it when she’s coming… . The pace increases … we’re averaging one drink to each shot at Anna . . She’s getting two lays for each drink. She’s so groggy that she can’t stand alone, but we keep on. Every bar is down … she’ll do anything now, she sucks our asses, one after another, gratefully licks Arthur’s toes when he sets her on her can for asking him to play tete-beche … There are usually two of us on her at once. She can’t have anything to complain of after this party.
Finally we’ve exhausted ourselves. Anna has a hard time finding a dong in shape to screw her, and she goes doggedly from one to the other of us, sucking a succession of wet, soft pricks until she finds a brief spark of life in one … then, when she’s found one, she flings herself down, apparently in a half coma, until the life has been fucked out of it again. She’s been battered about until she’s silly
… I’m positive that she doesn’t know any longer who fucks her. Her beads are broken and are underfoot. Arthur stuffs a handful of them into her cunt and fucks her … She loves that . . she thinks it’s a tickling stripper and she’s worried when he takes his prick out of her with nothing on it.
The liquor is exhausted now … the inexorable indication is that the party is over. But Anna wants one more lay. She tries all of us, but Sid’s the only one who has any dong at all, and he can’t get it up. Anna begs she tries everything.
“I don’t care how you do it … beat me if you want to …” Somehow she gets to the bedroom and back again. She pushes a belt into Sid’s hands and throws herself across his lap, offering him her fat ass and the white backs of her thighs.
Sid begins to strap her, and the welts rise criss-cross over her skin … Anna doesn’t move, doesn’t kick, doesn’t seem to feel the belt. Suddenly Sid throws the belt down and leaps on her…
Anna is too far gone to dress herself. With every one helping we manage to get her clothes on after a fashion. There’s a small safety pin left over when we’re finished… . . Ernest insists that we have to be certain to give back all her accessories, and he uses it to pin her dress up in back, leaving her ass bare.
We’ve forgotten her pants. I give them to her to clutch in her hand, along with her purse.
The three … Sid, Arthur and Ernest … manage to get her downstairs and on the street. From the window I watch a taxi driver help them into his car. They have the address of
