Raoul’s sister-in-law is back in Paris now, and he’s fixed things up to pay for those Spanish lessons I gave him. Raoul gave her a line about me, fixed it all, and she was quite reasonable about it. I don’t know what he could have told her, but whatever it was must have been pretty good … she doesn’t know me from Adam, but on Raoul’s recommendation she’s willing to pass out a free fuck.
Raoul hopes that someday he may be able to go to America and sell vacuum cleaners… . .
It wouldn’t be so good for me to go to her house, Raoul says. Too risky, and besides, she might not want me to know where she lives. That suits me … I’d just as soon she didn’t know where I live either … at least not until I get a look at her and find out what she’s like. So we arrange a meeting place … corner rue Cuvier and the quai St. Bernard, eight o’clock tomorrow night.
“But if there’s some old bag waiting there,” I tell Raoul, “I’m just going to turn around and leave her there. We’re not agreeing that I have to fuck her, now… .
What we’re agreeing is that she has to fuck me if I like her… .”
“She’s not a bag … she’s nice, Alf. Wait until you see her … She’ll be a nice fuck, you see if she isn’t… . My brother, he still thinks she’s a nice cunt, and he’s married to her…
“Does she know my name? Maybe she thinks I’m rich or something … what the fuck did you tell her that she’s so ready to hand herself over to me?”
“Ah, I told her, Alf … I fixed it up all nice. She does not think you’re rich or anything… . I just told her your first name. But she thinks you’re wonderful… . I told her lots of good shit about you. Just fuck her good, that’s all she wants from you. Anyway, maybe I have a little something on her, see Alf? Maybe there’s something she wouldn’t want my brother to know about… . It’s a little thing about the groceryman, perhaps … maybe he brings some of the groceries without ever putting them on the bill… . .
“I don’t care about what she does with the grocer … what’s she going to do with me? I don’t want to get into any mess…”
“She won’t get you into any mess, Alf. She’s a nice girl. I ought to know. She goes to church …”
“Is she a cocksucker?”
“Sure, she’s a cocksucker. She’s a nice girl I’m telling you. She goes to church.”
Anna comes back and Raoul runs along, for Anna and I are going visiting… .
Anna’s two girl friends are not at home when we arrive at their place, but they have hung a note on the door asking us to walk in … . for they’ll be right back.
So, while we’re waiting we sit down and Anna wants to see the pictures again.
Oh, it’s really awful, she says, to think of those being scattered all over Paris … .
and the lord only knows where else. She sits shaking her head and licking her chops over them until I can’t stand it any longer… . . all she’s doing is working up an itch under her ass, and I know of a fuck of a lot better ways of doing that than looking at dirty pictures of yourself … .
Anna keeps telling me that we shouldn’t do it … but she doesn’t do anything to stop us, and pretty soon we’re on the couch playing with each other. I have her pants down and her ass bare; she has my dong out and is combing my brush …
and in walk the two cunts. Young cunts, too … they might be around twenty.
Everything’s very chummy right from the start. With an introduction like that it couldn’t be anything else. Anna manages to get John T. put away after some fumbling, but nothing can be done about her pants. At last she stands up, hoists her skirt to full mast, and pulls them up to her ass again. I’m introduced to the cunts who turn out to be Americans … one named Jean and the other with a regular Lesbian tag… Billie.
Jean is a little blonde cunt who must buy all her clothes a size too small …
she just manages to fit all of her shape into them. Billie has the shape too, but with her it’s a tailored suit and a necktie. Later Anna tells me that Billie has some money and Jean hasn’t, so Billie takes care of the bills and Jean spreads her legs at the right times.
Jean is just as hot as she looks. Since everyone else is standing, I have to stand too, hard or not, and Jean stares at my fly as though she expected a jack-in-the-box to come popping out of it. She’d like to know, she says, if that thing she thought she saw is real or if she is imagining things. Anna tells her that it’s very real, and asks if she would like to see it again. Jean says she thinks she’ll wait awhile… She smiles and winks at me… .
I don’t know why we came here in the first place … Anna told me that I was going to meet two of her friends, but it looks as though we came to play with each other. Billie shows off a couple of books she illustrated … for some reason it appears that Lesbians can draw better pictures of people fucking than anyone else can draw. We go on from there. Anna takes a look at one illustration … .
anyone who ever sucked a prick would know that the artist never did, she says.
Billie demands a demonstration, but Anna isn’t bothered by that … she drags out her postcards and shows Billie how it looks. That cunt … . and she was pretending to be worried about them being made public!
We’ve fiddled away the better part of an hour before Jean has the nerve to say what’s on her mind. Billie has been doing everything but undress her right there, and every time that Billie passes her and gives her a feel on the ass Jean turns and makes eyes in my direction… Why don’t we all, Jean says, change into something more comfortable, or is everybody going to beat around the bush all afternoon?
“Every time she sees a man she wants to undress,” Billie says. “I can’t do a thing with her… .”
“She’s jealous,” Jean explains. “She thinks I ought to undress for her, but not for anybody else… . But I like to take my clothes off Billie … I want to take them off right now…”
She looks over in my direction. My dong is up like a dirigible, and I’ve given up trying to shove it down my pant leg. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do … I’ve never run into a set-up like this. With any one of them I’d know how to act, but the three of them are simply too much for me. And Jean isn’t the only one who’s catting for a fuck … Anna wants it, and Billie has something on her mind, though Jesus can guess what it is… .
Billie takes things out of my hands, and neatly, too. That cunt … she couldn’t bear to have her Jean looking at a pair of pants… She suddenly grabs Jean around that tough looking little middle and tosses her onto the couch like an Apache.
“Fight, you fucking little bitch,” she howls when Jean begins to kick and keep her away. “So you want him to see you… Well, I’m going to undress you so he can… .”
Myself, I wouldn’t want to get within three feet of those wicked looking heels of Jean’s … she acts as though she’d like to kick Billie’s head off. But Billie isn’t afraid of her … . maybe they play this way a lot of times … . shit, you can’t tell anything about people like this. Anyway, it makes a nice show … Jean pulls her skirt up to her pants so she can kick better, and she has thighs which are just as juicy as the rest of her. But Billie gets between Jean’s legs, and Jean hasn’t a chance from then on. Billie smacks Jean’s thighs and that part of her ass that’s bare, and while Jean’s trying to wiggle away she jumps on top of her and goes to work.
It really is exciting to watch those cunts wrestling, and I’m not at all surprised when Anna comes bouncing over to sit on my lap. She had juice between her legs when I was playing with her before, but there is twice as much there now … . I find it on her thighs almost to her knees, and she smells the way your bed smells when you’ve had cunt in it for three nights running … . She grabs my dick and begins to play with it, and I don’t have to take her pants down again … she takes them down herself. .
Jean is putting up a nice battle. She knows she can’t keep Billie from undressing her now, so she’s putting everything she’s got into stripping Billie too.
In a couple of minutes they’ve both lost their skirts, and they’re squirming around with their asses bare before they’ve lost anything from the top. Even
