… and she has lots of nice whiskers to rub in your face. Oh, Billie sees to it that you keep in line when you play tickle tail with her!
Of course she likes Jean too, but in really a different way. With Jean you know all the time that it’s just playing, whereas with Billie … that’s all Billie wants, and she’s dead serious about it. But then, Jean has such a soft, teasing way of boring her tongue into you… . She really thinks, Tania says, that every girl should live with a Lesbian for a while, even if she intends to marry and settle down and be a very nice girl afterward. Ernest was right … the Lesbians will yet inherit the earth.
Tania crouches with her hands covering her figlet, watching me undress. Do I want her to suck my prick, she asks? I don’t answer. Oh, then I must want to put my prick in … . here! And she throws her legs open, both arms over her head. I’m on her before she can get her legs together again, my dong in one hand and my pants still held in the other… . .
John Thursday has a little trouble. When Tania had hair all he had to do was find the place where there wasn’t any and run in … . now there isn’t any place, and he’s lost. I pull her legs farther apart and take a look to refresh my geography. Jesus, no wonder Nature put hair on cunts … one look at a thing like that would scare the piss out of you if you hadn’t been in them before, if you didn’t know that it was perfectly safe, no more dangerous than crossing a busy street. It takes a brave man to trust his cock to a thing that looks like that. The damned thing looks ravenous … . snap-snap … . and you’re gobbled up.
Another thing … . when there isn’t a bush to keep it in the shade, fucking looks positively deadly. My dong hasn’t a chance in the world of going into that tiny hole without splitting the works wide open … a five year old child could see that … . but neither Tania nor I is five years old, we’re willing to give it a try … . I give Tania a pinch on the ass and shove John T.’s nose against her tail when she jumps. He gets his head in and the rest of him crawls in like a snail going into its shell. I don’t suppose that he really knows where he’s going, but he seems to be in a hell of a hurry to get there… . .
Fucking Tania now is almost like fucking a grammar school girl, except that a grammar school girl wouldn’t look quite so naked. My belly rubs her, and there isn’t anything to rub but her bare skin. Between her legs there’s nothing but slipperiness and a smell and a heat like a blast furnace. She’s more naked than a plucked chicken, because a chicken would at least have pimples. But she’s taking my dong the way she always has … . like a grown woman, only more so, right up to the end.
Try to sound bottom on a bitch who really has a yen for fucking! There isn’t any bottom, you could pay out prick to them like cable, and they’d always have room to tuck in an extra inch or so … . . telescopic dicks, pricks that expanded and pricks that blew up like balloons … . she just smiles sweetly at you and looks as though she were disappointed but too polite to mention it… . .
She puts her legs around me, gets a solid hold … and zingo–she’s slapped herself against me as smoothly as wallpaper. My cock is in her as deep as my arm, and it finally does succeed in squeezing a squeal out of her. Then she starts to wiggle, pulls my head down, and shoves her tongue into my mouth.
I know that it’s only imagination, but that doesn’t make it seem any less real when I taste cunt on her tongue. As long as it’s only cunt I don’t mind, so I let her go on running her tongue against the roof of my mouth while I screw her. It’s a sweet, fruity flavor, not at all the fishy thing it smells like … someday it will be found that this juice which women are so free with contains all the vitamins necessary to prevent falling hair … if only because some excuse will have to be found to salve the conscience of the Americans who indulge.
I can’t fuck Tania with my prick alone … that bareness is too astonishing, I have to feel it, play with it, get my fingers into it. I put both arms around her, under her ass and between her thighs, playing with that spread open figlet while I ram my dong up it. I tickle her asshole, poke, squeeze, pinch … . finally without taking my cock out, I have my fingers in her conillon too. Tania thinks that’s grand … not a peep, not a word … . she wiggles all over the couch; she’s like a live basket of snakes… . We roll over and over, and she never once lets those warm, bare legs loosen. I’ve got my cock in her, and she’s taking no chances of having it taken away from there. We’re the great gymnastic success.
Tania doesn’t want me to forget those growing bubs she sports … . she hasn’t had them for very long, and she’s proud as a pigeon about them. I’ve got to play with them; I must bite them, give the nipples a chew now and then or she’d feel that I didn’t appreciate her. That’s the one thing that Tania will sometimes stop fucking for … . to have those teats of hers played with. Not for long, of course …
ten minutes and she’s had all she wants. She’ll be back again to get your prick in her tail and take you for a ride. I suspect that she still believes that they’ll only get big if they’re played with, and I’m almost certain that she uses some kind of a supposed developer on them… Hell, I was older than she is when I tried that stuff on my prick … . I thought at first that it worked, too, but later I decided that it was simply the massage … jerking off, to be frank … that accompanied the treatment… .
When Tania stretches her arms above her head and arches her back her teats almost disappear. She wants me to take my dick out of her … but only for a minute … while she does it.
“Look at me … I’m just like I was when I was a little girl. Aren’t you sorry that you didn’t know me when I was a little girl? I’d have let you fuck me just the same … yes I would! I was a pretty little girl, with long curls … and I used to look every day to see if I had any hair down there … . and now I have it I’ve shaved it off, isn’t that silly?” She rolls over and looks down her shoulder at her ass. “But I didn’t have such a big rear when I was little. It didn’t have any dimples on it…”
We examine the dimples on her ass … but I’m more interested in that dimple between the cheeks. I kneel behind Tania and she spreads her legs when she feels my dick back there… . .
“Put it in! Put your cock in my funny bare hole and screw me…” She hides her head in her arms, and her voice is muffled; “It’s all bare and tiny … you can pretend that I’m still a little girl when you fuck me…”
Tania can play her games with herself . . But I don’t have to pretend … she isn’t much more than a little girl, any angle you look from, and from the rear, with only the pink split of her bonne-bouche showing, she’s younger than ever. It seems disgraceful to fuck anything as young as that, but with her asshole winking up at him, Jean Jeudi is unmanageable.
From the way it stretches her rectum you’d think that Tania would be satisfied just to have Johnny’s head in there … . but she wants it all, the whole works, and she wants it bad… All the way in, she keeps howling … . so in it goes, I’m not one to be stingy with what I’ve got. Then she wants me to play with her cuntlet …
and if I won’t, she’ll play with it herself. She’s going to give me lessons sometime, Tania says, on how to play with a cunt.
“I know all about playing with cunts,” she tells me. “Big ones, little ones, hairy ones, fat ones … . if you ever find any that you don’t know how to handle, you bring them to me . . I’ll show you.”
Then … no more talk, she’s howling with a prickful of jism in her
