she wants to swallow my prick and me after it… . .
She’s hotter than ever when she’s exhausted me. She hops off the bed and has another spot of brandy, gets back on and tickles her fig by holding it against my bush. At last she throws herself back on the pillows, and laying her bonne-bouche within a couple of inches of my nose, she spreads her legs and starts playing with herself. She obviously expects something of me … After spending several minutes in showing me how that part of her anatomy works, Alexandra sighs wistfully. There are times she tells me, when she does wish that the children weren’t off in the country… If her Peter were here now he’d know what to do, he’d make her happy … or even Tania … Soft little Tania with her wicked mouth and quick tongue … Yes, sometimes, although she knows she did right to send them out of Paris, she wishes they were back again.
Which makes it unanimous as far as the family are concerned. Tania and Peter, I know, would do almost anything to be back in Paris, even without the privilege of going to bed with their mother. It all seems pretty silly anyway … I’ve never noticed that solitary confinement had any particularly moral effect on kids
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Alexandra’s hinted invitation is overlooked, and finally the cunt comes out and asks me directly … will I suck her cunt? The answer is that I won’t. I haven’t any idea of when Canon Charenton was fiddling around Alexandra’s abricot-fendu with his pontifical prick, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be argued into Peter’s habits. To make her happy I do lick her thighs … they taste of her cunt, and since a large part of Alexandra’s happiness is in anticipation anyway, she’s almost contented with that. She keeps one finger in her con, almost splits herself trying to spread her legs a bit further, and goes on diddling her tail while I lick all around it.
But that can’t go on forever … Alexandra gets too hot to keep at it for more than a few minutes. She wants to be screwed, and a finger in her fig is a poor substitute for what ought to be in there. She tickles John Thursday’s beard, makes him promises, bribes him with kisses … and shortly she’s teased him into lifting his head again. And doesn’t she get excited when she sees him coming to attention again! She flounders around the bed until it begins to look as though half a dozen boy scouts had been camping out under the covers for the past week
… she climbs over me and under me, through my arms and between my legs, leaving streaks of juice and the stink of her trap everyplace. Finally I grab her as she is going by, throw her on her ass and jump on… . .
She isn’t contented to spread her thighs and wait for my dong … she hooks her fingers into her split fig and pulls the lips so far apart that for a moment it looks as though the slit might spread right on up her belly. Then she throws herself downward and tries to snag my cock by herself. She couldn’t miss … not with her cunt spread the way she has it. My dick slides into her bush, between those juicy, stretched lips, and right on in until it feels as though it must be swimming in oil. Alexandra puts both arms and legs around me, and her con snaps back to hug Johnny… … .
So far as I know, Alexandra wasn’t screwed at Charenton’s party. Certainly she doesn’t act as though she had been … . from the way she takes the fucking I hand out you would say she’d been alone for weeks. There’s the possibility, of course, that her goblins haven’t been screwing her so well as she would like to have me believe … . the spirit may not be sufficient to the needs of the flesh … .
She wiggles like a hula girl with chiggers in her skirt … grabs her teats and sticks them in my face, begging me to suck them … . She’s panting like an overheated steam engine, and I expect the safety valve to go off at any second. I grab her ass, give it a pinch and spread the cheeks … she almost throws both of us off the bed when I begin tickling the fuzz around her rectum.
My God, the amount of hair that cunt carries around her tail is astonishing!
Before you can find her rectum you have to go through that forest with a lantern
… If she ever got crab lice she’d be host to them for the rest of her life … you have to take a machete and tear a path through her hair when you go exploring back there, blaze a trail on the way so you can find the route out again … I manage to get to her rectum finally, and I poke around until I am sure of the place to wiggle my fingers into… . Alexandra squeals as though I were scalping her, but I have three fingers up her ass anyway… . . From the way it feels back there. I could put three more in without anything very awful happening… .
Suddenly my cock is pouring jism into her womb… … Alexandra takes the hot shock of it in her stride, squeezes her legs tighter around me … and she’s corning too… . We lie wrapped into each other and I wring my fingers up her rectum each time that I feel her wriggle … She’s never going to stop coming … . and neither am I… …
One screwing isn’t enough for Alexandra tonight. She rests long enough for me to have a bit more of her brandy … . then she’s back again catting for another lay. She lies up against me and rubs her mop over my legs, diddles her fig against my bush, covering me and the whole room with that hot, sweet stink which pours out of her. She’s so juicy that when she rubs her brush on my belly it feels as though she were daubing at me with a brush full of paint … then, as they dry, each single hair curls stiffly, much as though they had been starched…
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She demands to know, Alexandra does, if she’s not a better lay than Tania …
That little play-with-herself, Alexandra calls her. Why would a man like me want to screw Tania as much as I did? For boys, yes, she could understand how a young boy like Peter would like to fuck Tania … and she wouldn’t really mind so much if Tania would let herself be fucked by youngsters of her own age. But all this filthiness with grown men … it’s not good for the men and it’s certainly not good for Tania. Whatever will the girl do when she grows up? What will she find to satisfy her then? But to get back to her original question … isn’t she better, a grown woman with everything possible to satisfy a man’s passion, than that little flat-chested cricket, that little puppy cunt, that… …
How in Hell can a man answer a thing like that? Tania is in a class by herself
… you can’t judge her by ordinary standards because there’s nothing like her anywhere. I answer by asking Alexandra why she is attracted to the girl… Ah, but that’s different! It’s the incestuous motif which has Alexandra where the hair is short. If Tania were someone else’s daughter she wouldn’t have a thing to do with her … not a thing. Ah yes, she could parade herself before Alexandra all day and all night too, and nothing whatsoever would happen. Nothing. Which, of course, is a lot of shit. It undoubtedly helps a lot to have a relationship with a cunt like Tania salted by the fact that you’re related, but daughter or not, Tania would be able to climb into Alexandra’s bed anytime she chose.
Alexandra goes on to review some of the high points in her misadventuring with the girl … Tania it seems has dragged from her mother all the juicy details of the playing around that’s been done with the men Tania knows… . and she’s traded back a few of her own experiences. What I find most interesting, however, is the news that Canon Charenton has been putting pressure on Alexandra to turn her daughter over to him and the devil. She’s been putting him off on one excuse and another… Now, of course, that’s all over … . but if I hadn’t been with her tonight, Alexandra says with a shudder … ah, that would have been the end itself… yes, that must surely have been the end… .
She’s worked herself up by this time to the point where she simply has to be screwed again, and she hasn’t been forgetting to do a bit for me too… My dong is hard and she’s holding it between her thighs, rubbing her split peach against it.
Without either of us doing very much about the matter, my dong is worked up into the open trap… . I’d be quite contented to lie there and lazily fuck away at Alexandra, but that’s not at all in her line, and certainly not what she wants right now. She becomes enthusiastic … . at last she climbs on top of me and shows me how
