Even Billie, if her theory is any good, must know what’s going to happen if she goes on sucking my prick that way. Jean and Anna are almost pissing their pants, waiting for me to come… . I don’t want to disappoint anybody … I hold it back until my balls are turning handsprings: I want to give it to her all at once, if I can… .
Billie knew what she was talking about when she said she wouldn’t need any help. I’m ready to grab the bitch’s head and hold her if she gets smart when she finds her mouth full of jism, but I’m wasting my time. You’d think that she loved the stuff. She takes one look at Jean when it starts to come, and when she finds her cunt watching her, she swallows it. Jean grabs Anna around her teats, and it looks as though something interesting was about to begin there … . but she remembers herself before Billie catches her at it… As soon as I’ve stopped coming, Billie grabs Jean … but not to suck her fig, as I thought she was going to do. She puts her arms around Jean and kisses her on the mouth. They hug each other and lie running their tongues into each other’s mouths … Jean whispers to Billie again that she’s a dirty perverted cock sucker.
Anna breaks into the party with the way of someone who feels that they’re being left out of things. Her cunt itches, she says, and what would somebody like to do about that? Billie puts her arms around Anna and begins feeling her up … .
pretty soon they’re playing with each other’s tails, and it’s no surprise when Billie puts her head between Anna’s thighs and starts licking that juicy trap.
Jean is behind Billie, tickling her crotch and pushing a finger up her cunt …
Christ, with all that display of ass, I can’t simply sit there and watch them fiddling around with each other. I hop in too and grab Jean… John T. isn’t up to form, but that bitch knows what to do about it, she has the stuff to fix him … she spreads her legs so that I can play with her fig, and she begins massaging my dong.
She’s a hot young parcel, that Jean. A few minutes with her and I have a dong that would be in danger of being shot and stuffed if it happened to be seen in the wrong place. She’s so hot that she’s panting like a dog … she’ll split herself if she tries to spread her legs any farther … and her conillon has been opened up so much by what Billie was doing to it that my fingers seem to fall in as soon as I touch it… It’s a nice fat cunt… If there’s one thing I don’t like it’s one of those bony bitches with just a bunch of hair and a hole that looks as though it might have been poked into them with a stick.
Billie doesn’t mind what I do to her Jean. Probably she wouldn’t anyway, but she’s so much wrapped up in Anna–literally–that she hasn’t time for anything else. Anna’s watching us, but Billie never notices when I climb onto Jean.
Jean doesn’t fuck at first. She has her knees up, making it easy for me to get into her, but that’s about as far as her cooperation goes. She’s being screwed rather than screwing … and she’s being screwed damn well. My dong is all the way in with every jump … . I have the edges of her cunt tucked in and the cracks plugged up with hair. I fuck her until her tongue is hanging out … and when she’s almost coming she starts fucking too; then it’s like screwing the Furies.
Watching me ride that ferocious little cunt like that seems to put an extra measure of pepper up Anna’s ass. She pulls her cunt open as far as she can, until the damn thing actually yawns, and Billie seems to have most of her face inside it. Then she comes: when that happens she can’t stand having Billie trying to climb in … . she pushes Billie away, but lets her come back again to lick up the juice that’s pouring down her thighs.
When Billie comes out from all that and sees what game Jean and I are playing she lets go with some invective thats too neat to be as masculine as Billie wants to be. Only a female could scatter the language about so recklessly and still have it seem to mean something. She’s not angry, exactly … but from what I’ve seen it looks as though this brace of cunts have their best fun when they’re either spitting in each other’s faces or kicking each other around. Jean doesn’t pay much attention … she fucks harder than ever. Then she throws one leg up almost to my shoulder, shoves her ass out so that Anna and Billie can see just exactly what this game looks like at close range … and we both come . .
She wants my address! That’s the first thing that Jean says after she’s come, and she sounds as though she means it. Shit, I’m not going to refuse my address to a cunt like Jean … and from Billie there’s not so much as a dirty look. It’s Anna who acts jealous, if anybody does … she asks Billie if she’s not afraid of losing her little cunt. Not Billie… .
“She has to be screwed,” Billie tells Anna, playing with Jean’s hair and pushing it out of her eyes. “I don’t mind when she goes out and gets laid … . it’s these bitchy Lesbians she takes up with that I can’t stand. But you know what you’ll have to do, Jean, if I say it’s all right… .”
Jean knows … and right then and there she shows us what it is. She shoves her hair back over her ears so that it won’t get in the way and then she bends over and kisses Billie’s cunt … . . She’s still breathless from the screwing I gave her, but she sucks Billie’s cunt until Billie comes… . .
Last night, eight o’clock on the nose, I keep my appointment at the entrance of the Jardin des Plantes. Fifteen minutes … . half an hour… . Nine o’clock and that bitch hasn’t shown up yet. Jesus, people who break dates ought to be jailed. It’s like taking money from you … it’s worse than taking money. They waste your life
… . an hour here, fifteen minutes there … it must add up to years after a while.
So another hour has been stolen from me, and where am I going to get another one to take its place? My great Jesus, I’m not going to live forever, I don’t have so many hours left that I can go tossing them away like that. But women never think of things like that. I don’t think that women ever think about coming to the end of their life someday. Certainly they don’t in the same way that men do. You can depend on it … . if a man’s unpunctual he’s usually worthless, shiftless and at least eighteen assorted kinds of a prick besides. But even a smart woman, or what men call a smart woman, will keep you cooling your heels without any compunction… .
At nine o’clock I give that corner the shake. I’ve got better things to do than hold down the sidewalk all night. A hell of a fine job of fixing it up Raoul did… .
One thing, though … in Paris you never miss the boat. If one cunt doesn’t show up another will … . in every cafe shit-house there is a fine list of addresses on the walls, and they’re not all phoney, the way they are in America. (What kind of a cunt would you find at one of those addresses? I’ll have to try it sometime… .) There’s cunt all over the place … . you can pay for it or you can have it for nothing, depending on how badly you need it, and while your belly may be empty just as often here as in America, your bed doesn’t have to be… .
So even if Raoul’s sister-in-law hasn’t shown up I’m not worried about finding a fuck. About an hour later, when I’ve had a few drinks, I pick one up. She’s not a whore, really, she’s simply hungry. She’s not a beauty but she’s not bad; she’s young and she looks as though she used soap once in a while. So I give her a feed and then we go home and I try to ram it back out of her again … . but I’m still sore about that other cunt… .
Then this morning Raoul comes prancing in, bright as a daisy. He’s going
