risqué? She’s never seen any, of course… Well, would she like to see some. Oh, I have some? Now, that’s embarrassing … . but she supposes that it’s part of life.
Yes, she ought to see them; one’s education should be well rounded … …
I show her the ones of Anna, give her the whole handful of them and let her go through them. She blushes as soon as she glances at the first one. Oh … they are rather strong, aren’t they? She looks at them all very quickly and then looks at them all again, very slowly… . She becomes warm, glances at the fireplace, and loosens her sweater. She drinks many glasses of wine…
Getting her out of her clothes after that isn’t very hard at all. A few feels and she’s ready for anything … . or so she thinks. Once I’ve got my hand under her skirt it’s clear sailing. She spreads her thighs when I feel them up and lets me take off her pants without as much as a raised eyebrow. And she’s really gotten into the spirit of those pictures, the bitch … . she’s so juicy between the legs that her pants are soaked, and that big cunt of hers is like a firebox.
Perhaps I would have preferred her to wear a girdle, she asks? She thought of it when she was dressing, but it seems so perverted to wear such an article of clothing only because it was sexually exciting… . Still, if I would like her to, she’ll always wear one of them after this, even with sport clothes… .
I’m satisfied with her the way she is … . that big ass of hers is enough to give my cock a stiff neck, with or without the girdle. Leaving her stockings and shoes on make it seem bigger than ever…
Ann rolls back and forth on the couch while I feel her up. Oh, what would Sam think, what would he do, if he saw her now! She sticks her fist into my pants and grabs my dick. What would Sam think! This is really shameful of her
… coming here to be fucked by me, leaving poor Sam to himself. She ought to be at home screwing her husband rather than here giving it to me… . . I don’t disillusion her … but by my reasoning Sam and Alexandra ought to be very good friends by now.
Ann pulls my pants down and plays with my bush. Oh, that hair! She runs her fingers through it and tickles my balls. When has she ever seen so much hair, she exclaims! And do I know what it makes her want to do? It makes her want to lay her head down by it … . yes, put her very cheek upon it… But after telling me that, she gets coy. I finally have to grab her and hold her head down…
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It bristles, she complains … but it’s a nice bristling, she adds soon enough.
Would her hair bristle my cheeks, she wonders … She’s sure that it’s very soft …
. I’m fairly certain that the pictures of Anna playing tete-beche with her boyfriends have stuck in Ann’s mind, but she’s afraid to say so or even to think of sucking my prick. I put my arms around that huge behind of hers and put my head against her thighs. She wiggles … she’s so hot that she can’t talk straight …
. but still she’s afraid to put that thing into her mouth… .
Hell, I could make her take it, I suppose… . Almost any cunt, if she’s hot enough, will open her mouth when she feels the end of a cock shoved against her lips … . but I want her to take it herself … or think that she’s taking it herself. I begin to lick her belly and thighs … . she spreads her legs and kisses my belly shyly. I’m moving my hips as though I were slowly fucking … and Ann is doing the same thing.
These cunts! How they love to get something for nothing! Ann would like nothing better right now than to have me stick my tongue into that axe-split and try to lick it dry, but she doesn’t want to get any more familiar with my prick than she already is… . But I can be as stubborn as she is… . I lick around the edges of her cunt, bite her thighs, tickle her mop with my nose. When I come very close to her fig she whispers excitedly … there … . kiss it there … . why don’t I put my tongue out now… Oh, we must look just like those awful people in the pictures, mustn’t we? Yes, we’re doing almost what they were doing… . .
Finally I let her get a taste of what she wants to feel. I kiss her squarely on the cunt, slide my tongue over the lips and in … . her thighs swing wide, like a double gate that will never close again, and she gasps when I suck the juicy, hot fruit… . Oh, what a feeling! I mustn’t stop again! My tongue can go in deeper … I can suck harder … . she’ll spread her legs further … . She’s trying to wring John Thursday’s neck, but she still isn’t sucking him… . .
She can’t believe that I’ve stopped again. How … oh, how could I stop when it makes her feel so good? Here … . she’ll lie another way to make it easier for me…
And this is how she’ll play with my prick while I do it … . Isn’t that all right? Why don’t I begin again? Oh, why don’t I put my mouth on her cunt and suck it some more!
She pulls her head away when I rub my dong on her mouth. The second time she lets me do it … then she kisses it. What is it that I want her to do, she whispers? As though she didn’t know, as though she hadn’t the least notion of what it was that I expect! Do I want her to kiss my balls as well as my belly? Is that it? She’ll do that if I want her to. And so on.
You can stand just so much of that shit. Imagine a woman with a daughter as big as Snuggles, a cunt who’s been married as long as Ann has, pretending that she doesn’t know that you want your cock sucked! I decide to give her one more chance … . . then, if she doesn’t open her mouth when she opens that cunt of hers, I’m going to put my foot in one or the other and my prick in what’s left. I begin to lick her fig, and I roll on top of her, jabbing my dong in her face.
Suddenly I feel her tongue on it … she opens her mouth and takes Johnny’s head in… . Then she has both of her arms around my waist and she’s sucking as hard as she can … I’ll give her all she can handle… . .
Ann isn’t as well equipped to take a cock in that end as she is to take it in the other … . she chokes, but she hangs on to it grimly. Her cunt is open so wide that whatever is inside ought to be falling out, but nothing happens … she must be well stitched together in there. She may not have a cast iron belly like Tania or Anna, but she’s solidly anchored. That’s another way in which the American amateurs have it all over Parisian professional whores … . you can turn them upside down without worrying about having their wombs drop out on the floor… .
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Ann wants me to tickle her rectum while I suck her fig. She hasn’t noticed, apparently, that I already have two fingers shoved up her ass … I stick another one in and she’s happy. I act as though I were trying to eat her cunt, she giggles… . She doesn’t know that it’s because I’m afraid that that big mouth will eat me… …
I could have come almost as soon as Ann took John T. into her mouth … . I’ve been keeping it back because I want her to be all ready to cone when she finds her mouth full of jism. I wait until I’m sure that she’s on the very edge, until she’s trying to smother me with her thighs and drown me with her juice … . She’s got an ant up her ass and a fire in her belly, and if Sam himself were to walk in now she wouldn’t be able to stop. Then, when she’s like that, I let John Thursday have his way about things.
Everything stops for the briefest moment. Ann looks panicky … . she can’t believe that she’s really sucked me oft and it’s a terrific shock to her. Still the jism keeps coming into her mouth, and she doesn’t know what to do about it. I yell at her to swallow it … . threaten to stop sucking her cunt if she doesn’t. I run my tongue along the inside of those bushy tips, and Ann suddenly makes up her mind. Down goes the full dose, all at once, and she’s still sucking my prick. I put my mouth on her
