But Charlotte won’t show us her ambition … she’ll show us all around it though, so that we can get some idea of the size… . . She pulls her dress up and shows us her dainty thighs… . Arthur says that’s not enough, and he and I have found one point to agree on. So Charlotte holds her legs together and shows us what she’s like all the way up to her pants. And those pants are something to remember once you’ve seen them … they must be made of fairy wings … they look lighter than the sheerest silk stockings … I’m afraid to touch them … they’d fall to pieces under my hands. But her thighs look more substantial … I have to get a feel of them, and she doesn’t seem to mind… .
Charlotte stops diddling our pricks and places her two forefingers on her thighs, up in her crotch. Do we see? That’s how wide she is there. How could she have anything big enough for what we have in mind? And as for the other way …
. it runs from here … oh, someplace down underneath. She holds up one hand, measuring with her thumb and finger … . no bigger than that…
“Listen … how about letting us have a feel of it?” Arthur says, “There’s something I have to find out about that thing… Here … you can feel my cock some more … I feel you and you feel me, see?” He’s talking to Charlotte as though she were a child and couldn’t understand things very well. “Maybe it is too small, like you say, but there’s something else I have to find out about it…
She won’t let him put his hands under her pants… . . He bites his fingernails, and he’d start runs, she says. So she’ll just have to take her pants off and she hopes we won’t mind… We wouldn’t care to look the other way, would we? No?
Well… She pushes her little high-heeled pumps into the chair cushion and lifts her ass… . I hold her dress up and keep her belly bare while she squirms out of the things… .
Arthur and I look at each other … she does have hair. She sports a swell little bush down there … I grab for it, and Arthur’s too late… . Charlotte settles back and plays with his dong while I find out what that fuzzy mop is hiding… .
It’s a perfect little cunt … and not so fucking little either. It’s a hell of a way from being full-size, but it’s nothing that makes you think of kiddie-kars, either.
It’s really smaller than Tania’s, I suppose, and it’s softer, but the hair around it is denser and longer … It’s a woman’s cunt, all right, pint-sized … I run a finger into the split and squeeze it into the lips … and when I glance up at Charlotte to see how she’s taking this, the little cunt winks at me… . .
Do I think she’s nice? Someday I’ll find some cunt who doesn’t ask me that question while I’m feeling her up, and the chances are ten to one that when that happens I’ll find out that she’s swallowed her false teeth and choked to death… .
It’s like asking if you think breathing is nice … a cunt’s a cunt and they’re all nice… But Charlotte is really an exceptional bitch… I don’t mind telling her what a swell piece of machinery I think it is. You have to admire it, just as you’d admire a very tiny, but perfect, watch… .
Arthur is going nuts waiting to get his paws on Charlotte’s bonne-bouche.
She’s opened his fly now, and she has his dick out in her hands, but he’s not half so much interested in that as he is in what is going on down below. I’m patting Charlotte’s behind… It’s as soft as a goosefeather pillow… I hope she doesn’t bruise easily, because I can’t keep from pinching it.
Arthur’s amazed when he takes over. The first thing that comes to his mind is to ask if she has any pictures of it… . . She could make a fortune, he advises her, just by selling pictures of it, maybe with a measuring rule in the picture to show how big it is in millimeters… In the meantime, Charlotte’s opening my fly and taking John Thursday out for the afternoon air. She sighs … . she thinks he’s wonderful … . Charlotte may be a squirt but she has a full grown itch under her tail.
Arthur wants to take Charlotte over to the couch and undress her… .
“It’ll be all right,” he assures her. “Hell, that’s a pretty big cunt … . I’ll bet I’ve fucked smaller ones lots of times. Look, I don’t have such a big prick anyway …
in fact, when you really get down to measurements, it isn’t big at all; it just looks that way at first. Ask Alf, he’ll tell you.”
All this time he’s trying to rub up with something that looks like a piece of red fire hose… But it all sounds perfectly logical to little Charlotte. She looks us both over; she isn’t even able to get her fingers all the way around my dong, but she nods her head… Well, perhaps… And Arthur says that if we can’t fuck we can lie around and play with each other… . .
Charlotte lies at full length across the couch. She’s so tiny that her feet don’t come to the edge of it after we’ve taken her shoes off … . Arthur can hide her shoe completely simply by closing his fist over it. Jesus, the sex that’s wrapped up in that small package! She has enough for any normal cunt, and it all has to be packed in, crammed into that hot, tiny body… . You can feel it oozing out when you touch her… . .
Most of the midgets I’ve seen were like Shetland ponies . . round and fat and pretty shapeless. But just as you’ll see, now and then, one of those animals that look just as clean and well-proportioned as a horse, with a head that fits the rest of them, this cunt is a real woman in miniature. She has the shape … . and a swell one, too … and she even uses her body the same way as a woman of twice her size. Before we’ve gone very far I’m beginning to feel too big and too clumsy.
She has wonderful teats… They’re so small that when you put your hand over one of them it’s hidden, but for her size they’re regular showpieces. There’s not a chance in the world of taking a fuck between them … Arthur’s cock looks like a baseball bat when he tries it later… . But it’s an entirely new sensation to suck some bitch’s bubs by putting the whole works in your mouth … . .
Arthur’s found something to bitch about… He wishes he had his Kodak with him. He doesn’t want to take dirty pictures, he tells Charlotte … all he wants is just one picture of her on the couch next to him, so you can see the cock he’s got and what she’s got to take it with. Charlotte is peeved by that… . What kind of a girl does he think she is, anyway? But that doesn’t keep her from grabbing his dick as soon as he has his clothes off… Arthur and I lay side by side and Charlotte sits up between us, playing with us both… .
It’s easy to get a finger into that split under her ass. Charlotte is as juicy as anyone else, and it’s no trouble at all when you do it right… . And she likes to play that finger game… . . She lies back and spreads her legs and tells us to go right ahead.
Arthur sits sniffing his finger… He starts to say something a couple of times, breaks off and looks first at Charlotte’s fig and then at me. What he’s thinking about is obvious, but Arthur’s being fastidious… . Finally he has jacked up his nerves … he bends over and takes a good sniff of Charlotte. She closes her legs around his neck and rubs her figlet in his face. Arthur looks up at me and says that I can go fuck myself if I don’t like it… He runs his tongue into her conillon and begins to suck it … . I lie beside Charlotte and play with her bubs… .
She’s a doll that I could play with all day. But Jean Jeudi can’t appreciate things in abstract … there’s just one idea in that hairless dome of his, and you can’t get it out. Johnny wants to fuck and it’s useless to argue. But I have to wait until Arthur takes his nose from under Charlotte’s ass … she still has her legs clenched around his neck, and they’re both having a swell time. It tastes sweet as a Texas banana melon, Arthur says … that’s something he’s picked up from Ernest, but after a few months here all Americans begin to talk that way. There’s not one in Paris who doesn’t pretend to know the United States as completely as his own face… .
Charlotte wants to know if we thought anything like
