I can think of any number of things which are not so pleasant as that … lying comfortably on your back while a hot and hefty bitch works over you. I don’t have to do a fucking thing … . Alexandra knows all the tricks herself, so it’s not at all like trying it with some young, ignorant cunt who has to be shown how the machinery works. And she gives me a swell ride, really letting herself go, and evidently saying to Hell with her dignity. A woman really fucking you in that set-up has less dignity I suppose, than in any other position you can arrange … .
shit, they can even be dignified about sucking your prick, but in all the bounce and flailing of an upside-clown screw … . not a chance.
I’ve never yet had a woman fuck in that position without wanting to see what things looked like. If you stay on top you can screw them week in and out without having them get curious, but once you let a woman get into the saddle she begins to look around for a mirror. Alexandra’s no exception … after she’s been screwing for awhile she hops off and grabs a hand glass. Then she’s on again, the first peep she takes at what’s happening down there almost finishes her. It shouldn’t look like THAT she exclaims, but after she’s watched for a few minutes she likes it better. She has, she decides, a very handsome cunt, and one that shows up very well in action… . .
She wants to watch what happens when we come, Alexandra says … but when it does happen she’s so glassy-eyed that I don’t believe she has any notion of what she sees … . .
For a few minutes after that she’s quiet. She lies next to me on the bed, her legs as far apart as she can get them so that her fig will cool off a little, and wants to tell me about Charenton. It gives her a tickle to talk about it, obviously, even though she wants me to believe that she’s horrified by all that now… .
Charenton’s laid all the cunt in his flock, of course… . he’d be an absolute dope if he didn’t … and if anyone in his congregation has missed screwing someone else in it that’s pure accident. Ah, and that horrid image! She’ll never forget. She was frightened that first night, and she screamed when they carried her to it… It was a device which I probably missed … . consecrated wine is contained in a vessel within it, and may be released through the huge member … later in her first mass she became quite tipsy on consecrated wine.
I’m interested in knowing what she intends to do now … is she going back to the Catholic Church? No, she doesn’t believe she can … it’s as though whatever drew her to mysticism in the first place had been all used up. She doesn’t know what she will do herself… . but do I think it would be a good plan to have Tania entered in a convent?
The thought of Tania in a convent is simply too absurd. She’d corrupt the Mother Superior herself, that baggage … in two weeks the heads would have a class of cunt suckers on their hands and there wouldn’t be a candle in the joint that didn’t smell funny when it was lighted … Alexandra sighs and agrees with me … but what she will do, she doesn’t know … . she should have sucked their father’s cock those times, she says.
She wants to be fucked again, finally, and to get my prick up to where it ought to be she lets me put it into her mouth again. It takes her a long time to pull John Thursday out of his trance, but she’s determined, and after she’s done everything almost but swallow him alive he begins to stretch again. Then, when I have something to give her a respectable fuck with, Alexandra gets an idea which isn’t the best of all possible ideas. I try to warn her, but before I can stop it, she has rubbed a few drops of brandy into her fig … . to see if it won’t make things different.
She becomes absolutely crazy as soon as that stuff touches her. She drops my cock from her mouth, jumps completely over me, and begins to hop around the room, howling. She has both hands pressed over her bush … she fans herself with a handkerchief showers herself with powder, and even, for some unexplained reason, climbs up on a chair and jumps off . . If it were Tania or even Anna, it wouldn’t be so funny … but Alexandra’s such a husky, placid-looking cunt that it’s hilarious.
At last she jumps back onto the bed … . if I put my prick into her, it may stop burning she thinks … I ram my dong in and she howls louder than ever … . all that she wants now is to get away from me as quickly as possible. I simply set my cock in deeper and hang on … I fuck her until I’m dizzy, and the louder she squeals the better I like it… .
Coming into a bitch who’s making such a Hell of a rumpus as Alexandra is might be even more fun if it wasn’t like trying to ride a bicycle on a catboat in a squall. When I’ve finished pouring jism into her, Alexandra’s still trying to kick her way through the bedsprings, but I still have my dick up her tail. Suddenly, without giving her any hint as to what I’m about to do, I begin to piss into her.
Alexandra’s raving as soon as she knows what’s happening … I’m scalding her, her womb’s bursting, it’s deranging her internal anatomy … . but she loves it, that bitch, and suddenly she stops squealing and flings both of her arms around me, begging me to do it some more. She’s going to come … . she wants me to make it squirt hard… Inside her belly I can hear something gurgling… .
They’re crazy, these bitches … . every fucking one of them… No matter what you do to them, it’s fine, it’s marvellous… Do you want them to bring you their sister, or their daughter or their grandmother? Wonderful! Do you want to beat the ass off them? Ah, they’ll rush right out and buy a whip! They’re grateful for everything, and anything you do to them is fun. There’s no other explanation … .
all cunts are queer in the head… … .
Ernest is in bed with a bottle, and about his head he has a garland of withered rose leaves. He puts down his Flato and he calls for the dancing girls as I enter the bedroom, but no one appears.
“Hmmm … . no dancing girls,” Ernest says. “I must be getting over it. ” And he takes a swig from the bottle.
He doesn’t remember exactly how long he’s been drunk, Ernest tells me, but he’ll know as soon as he goes back to work. They’re very good at keeping track of those things at the office. He does remember, however, why he’s drunk … . a neat triumph for Ernest. He got drunk out of sympathy for a friend, and then the friend made up with his wife and left him to carry on alone.
“He took me home to dinner,” Ernest tells me, “and guess what we walked in on? That cunt of his was there being laid, and not only that, but right on the table that we were supposed to eat dinner on! Did you ever hear of anything like that? Right on the very table with her ass bare and this guy whamming it into her: …” Thinking about the guy whamming it into her agitates Ernest so that he has to have another drink. This time he remembers to offer me one, and he also offers to braid me a wreath if I’d like it.
“Let us dispute,” says Ernest. “You will contend, if you please, that marriage is a noble and holy institution, while I will hold the opposite view.” He props himself up on one elbow and drags the sheets around him like a toga, but before the argument can begin Ernest has forgotten what it was to be about. “What do you think about a cunt like that?” he demands. “Wouldn’t you think she’d have the decency to do it so that her husband could at least bring someone home without being embarrassed? But no … . there she was, wiggling and squealing like a pig on butchering day and this cocky frog ramming his dong right up to her ears.
And me, Alf, just like always, I walked into the room first. So what was there to do? How did I know that it wasn’t the regular thing: that maybe we weren’t supposed to line up behind this guy, and get a turn, too? How about that, Alf? All I could do was wait to see what happened; if her husband took off his pants, too, then everything was right and maybe later we’d have dinner, after we laid her.
Listen! Did you ever have a bozo showing off a new radio, or a car maybe, and right in the middle it wouldn’t work? What does he say? He always says, ‘that’s funny, it never did that before.’ And that’s what
