That makes two strikes on Arthur; she’s sore at both of us, but mostly at Arthur.
She makes him stop sucking her cuntlet, but it’s all right for me to go on playing with her… It takes another shot to put her back in a good humor.
Arthur goes on prying … you can’t blame him for wanting to know things, but he hasn’t a hell of a lot of tact. Charlotte finally asks him to get them all off his chest … she’ll tell him what he wants to know, and from then on he can either stop treating her like a freak or get the hell out. I agree with her about six hundred and seventy-five percent. I’d have thrown both of us out long ago… .
Arthur’s first question is about cunt, of course. He wants to know if all the small people … a term which he thinks is very delicate … have cunts like Charlotte. It seems that they haven’t. Some of them have cunts as big as your hat and some of them have little slits without a bit of hair on them. The men are the same way, Charlotte says, and the big problem is to find a good fit… . .
Then Arthur wants to know if Charlotte has ever been screwed by a full sized man before. She won’t answer that one, and I can tell by the look in Arthur’s eye that he’s going to ask about the police dog next… Sure enough before I can stop him he’s popped it out. I grab Charlotte before she can get sore and tell Arthur to go chase himself into the other room and ask the dog… . . Shit, he’d be asking her if she ever sucked off the rubber man next… …
Something of what he’s doing seems to squeeze into Arthur’s noggin. He takes a shot glass and moseys out of the room and it isn’t until he’s telling Sid about it a couple of days later that I learn that he’s just gone off to take a look at the bathroom to see if the crapper is half size too… … . .
Charlotte seems to like the way my dong smells … . she lies with her face in my mop and keeps sniffing at it while she tickles my balls. Finally she puts her tongue out and takes a taste of the end … . . she opens her mouth as wide as she can to let me try to put it in … we’re just able to make it … . she’s more of a cocksucker than a grown cunt could be … . no grown cunt would ever find a prick that much too big for her to handle. Charlotte can’t be very delicate about sucking your cock, not when it’s almost choking her.
When she gets under me and spreads her legs to be screwed I simply can’t do it at first. I just lie and look at her until she begins to wave her legs and whimper for it. Then I’m between them, and she has one tiny thigh on each side of me while John T. goes nuzzling against her cuntlet. It’s like trying to screw a child …
. . shit, it’s worse than trying to fuck a child because Charlotte has a real itch for it, and if it won’t work she’s going to be nuts… . .
I’m afraid that I’ll pop her wide open like a ripe peach … but my dong goes in without a squeak from Charlotte. I try to look at it … . it’s bulging like a squeezed balloon when it’s fitted into her … . it must be bulging inside her too.
She bites my nipples and tells me to fuck her … she’s so hot now that she would tell me that even if I had a cock twice as big as this one… . .
Once she’s opened up there’s nothing to it. She may never be the same again; her cuntlet may never be quite so pretty and perfect as it was before we started, but that does not matter so much as having it work … a pretty little figlet is not much better to boast about if you can’t fuck with it … . I give it to her up to the ears, and she begins to ask for more whoopee. You’d think she’d be scared, a tiny cunt like that … but not a bit of it. She’s all bitch, what there is of her, and if she’s afraid of anything it’s the possibility that she won’t get all the screwing she wants.
Where in hell she’s putting my cock once it’s in her figlet, I don’t know. If it isn’t coming up her gullet now, it never will … . so I grab her by that fat bunch of ass, turn her on her side, and give it to her the same as I would anybody else.
There isn’t room for so much as a hair to get into her … I’ve got her cunt stretched so far that you couldn’t lay a pin between the edge of it and the edge of her rectum. And who the Hell is going around laying pins there anyway? I’ve got her … . I’ve got her good, and she’s taking a fucking that whoever made her never intended her to have… . Suddenly she begins to squeak … she kicks my sides with her feet … . She’s coming, and she shows me that she can fuck, too … .
Charlotte is one of those cunts who seem to be able to go on coming, once they’ve begun it, for just as long as you’ll screw them. The couch is having the stuffing kicked out of it … . for a little girl Charlotte can raise an uncommon amount of hell. She raises her little voice along with her baby ass and lets go with both of them as hard as she can. It’s a good thing the concierge is deaf… . he’d be in here looking for a murder if he heard this bitch howl. She grabs her teats and seems to simply lay them in my hands to be squeezed … . the dog begins to bark and raise the roof from wherever she has him tied up … Charlotte has juice in her thighs and juice on her ass and even on her belly … . I must have opened up a new spring in her cunt… . .
John Thursday hiccoughs a couple of times. He’s not used to such cramped quarters, and he doesn’t seem able to make up his mind. But then he lets go … .
and I’m fucking Charlotte so hard that she doesn’t even squeak any more. She opens her mouth, but no sounds come out. I’m made aware that I’ve got a load of alcohol in my system … the furniture swings around the room in a slow gavotte.
Arthur comes back balancing his dong in front of him like a pole. I’m sitting in the center of the couch, trying to keep it quiet so it won’t teeter so much, and Charlotte is lying on her back, playing with her bush. As soon as she sees that erect cock, Charlotte jumps off the couch and runs to Arthur. Fickle little cunt!
Both arms go as far around his ass as she can get them and she hugs herself up to his crotch. She’s just tall enough so that when she stands flatfooted and looks down, the end of his cock touches her lips… . She kisses Arthur’s belly and the bush that grows halfway up it, and then she stands there and opens her mouth.
She simply stands there and lets him put it in.
Arthur must have been playing with himself while he was out. Either that or he’s losing his control, because Charlotte hasn’t been sucking his prick for more than a minute before he spills. One instant Charlotte is gnawing away at him as hard as she can, and they’re both happy; in another they’re ecstatic, and Charlotte is trying to swallow a pint of jism in one gulp. I get the impression of watching a moving picture that’s been speeded up several times… .
Charlotte comes dashing back to me… . Would I like to have my prick sucked, she wants to know … . and before I can answer she’s climbed over me and has it in her mouth. She’d like to have me suck her figlet too … she throws her ass almost in my face, and I lie staring up between her legs. But I never was attracted to a cunt with jism in it … I bite her thighs instead, and she’s almost as happy. She slobbers and coos over my prick until it’s too big to be cooed over… .
One of my balls is all that one of her tiny hands can hold. She likes to squeeze them for some reason … . perhaps she thinks that she’ll get more jism out of them that way. So with one hand she squeezes my balls and with the other she tries to choke John T. into being nice to her. In the meantime I’m playing with her ass. She has a little rectum that’s not half as big
