Jean slides off my lap and pulls her skirt down. She’s peeved because she feels that Tania will go back to Billie with a story, and she didn’t want Billie to know that she was here today … . I ought to use the snap lock on my door, she says… It wouldn’t do any good … . if Tania wanted to get in she could go out the hall window and over the roofs to my bathroom.
Tania hopped off my lap … not bashful, surely? Not embarrassed? They do know each other, after all … . the time for being embarrassed has gone past …
Jean blushes as Tania becomes explicit … .
“But Jean, you have sucked my con … I’ve sucked yours… Why should we be embarrassed before each other? I’ve seen you do such worse things than this!
Oh, you should have seen her with Snuggles one night… .” (This to me.) “She became so excited that we couldn’t make her stop sucking! And poor Snuggles …
. she’d come, it was real torture to her to have Jean’s tongue still pushing into her abricot, still licking all the wet, pink places…”
“We finally had to pull her off by strength,” Tania says, “and let her take turns sucking the rest of us while we tickled her until she came… Oh, it would have taken more than an opened door to stop her then!” She sits on the arm of my chair; reaches for my cock and pets it. “And it would take more than an opened door to stop her if I had been doing what you were doing just now… .”
Jean doesn’t like the familiar way in which Tania takes over John T. She pushes her aside and sits on me again, puts my hand under her skirt. If Tania is going to carry tales to Billie, she says, she may as well have a good story. She pulls her skirt up and shows her thighs … she wants me to feel of them, and she says that she wants Tania to watch it … . .
“See, I asked him to feel me up … . you can tell Billie that, if you want to …
you can tell her that I did it all myself, that I came here and asked him to screw me … . and a lot of good it will do you!”
I try to pacify them … I don’t want a pair of squabbling cunts on my hands.
Now if everyone will just calm down and have a drink all this can be smoothed over… .
Jean says that it doesn’t need any smoothing over … it’s all very simple …
Tania wants me to fuck her and she wants me to fuck her. The choice is up to me… . .
Tania isn’t disturbed. She’s so accustomed to those fierce, Dostoevskian scenes at home that she probably considers this a mere slight difference of opinion. While Jean is still talking, Tania bends forward and kisses one of her lovely, bare bubs… If only she had teats like that, she sighs… … She knows how to put Jean in a good humor … within five minutes they’re both on my lap feeling each other’s bubs while I feel them both up… . .
I’m not going to complain. If they can settle their differences I’d just as soon lay both of them. With two strange cunts it wouldn’t be easy to do that unless we all happened to be drunk, but these bitches know each other and they know me, and they’re making each other hot with all the feeling up and playing that’s going on.
Tania wants to gamble. A flip of a coin to settle matters, she suggests … the winner to be licked by the loser and fucked. Jean is cautious … she suspects a trick, and I don’t blame her. But it’s the only way to settle something like that without hard feelings.
Considered coldly, that’s a hell of a thing to do … to suck another woman’s cunt merely because a coin came down one way instead of another. It’s a bitch’s gamble, and I feel relieved when Tania calls the spin wrong … even though I know that Jean’s bread and butter comes directly through her ability to suck a cunt well. Somehow Jean doesn’t seem to be the right girl to lose that gamble.
Jean’s out of her clothes quickly enough … . and Tania too, for that matter.
They stand in the middle of the room and undress. Then, hand in hand, they tip-toe over to the couch. Hand in hand! That’s what gets the… You’d think they were two girls on their way to school … . they ought to have bonnets on their heads and baskets under their arms.
They make a swell show, those two. Jean has the shape; Tania looks like a miniature beside her. Two pink asses receeding across the room, two little bushes showing where there’s something else which can’t quite be seen … it’s a beautiful sight, especially when you know that both of those bitches belong to you, more or less, and I hope that I never forget what they looked like.
Jean lies on the couch. Tania sits near her knees, squeezing her legs. They both look over at me as though I were supposed to drop a handkerchief give the signal for the entertainment to begin. I sit there with a bottle of wine at my elbow, my feet propped on a stool, and my dong hanging out of my pants. I feel like Claudius… . .
Tania dips her fingers into her glass and sprinkles a few drops of wine over Jean’s belly, over her thighs, and into her rosebush. The wine isn’t sweet enough to her taste, she explains prettily … then she bends over and picks up the drops with her tongue.
Jean is hot already, but in half a dozen minutes she’s burning up. She’s used to this stuff, it’s the way she gets her pants warmed every night, and she likes it.
And Tania is no amateur … . she lies and presses her little mop—that mop which is already growing back–against Jean’s knee while she sucks her nipples and tickles her sides. Her fingers run up and down Jean’s thighs … . then she has one fist shoved between Jean’s legs and is massaging her fig… She tickles Jean’s bonne-bouche until her legs are spread, and the ends of her fingers become juicy.
John Thursday is standing out of my fly like a lopsided pole. He’s bloated with importance, apoplectic with frustration. I take off my clothes to give him more air, to let the breeze run through his whiskers and cool him off a bit.
Jean has been lying on her back while Tania played with her. But Tania is kissing her thighs now, and Jean sits up to see it better. Tania teases … . she puts her mouth almost on Jean’s juicy abricot-fendu, but never quite touches it.
Jean becomes impatient … suddenly she grabs Tania’s head and shoves it between her thighs… …
“Suck it, you little fiend!”
She’s made no mistake. Tania is a fiend. Tania’s arms go around her ass and her tongue disappears in Jean’s traplet. With your eyes closed it would sound as though someone were sucking an orange, someone who hadn’t had an orange for a long time. She sucks, she licks, she bites … and everything she does makes both of them hotter. I’m afraid that Jean will come before I have a chance at her… . Hell, at this rate they’ll both come in a few minutes… . .
But Tania knows when to stop. She hops up and shakes her hair out of her eyes, leaving Jean gasping and moving her legs back and forth. She bounces over to me and kicks my feet from the stool so she can kneel on it. The juice is really dripping onto her chin… Then she’s kissing my prick, licking my balls … . she slips off the stool and licks my toes … she grabs my cock and puts it in her mouth, sticking her cunt-stinking fingers under my nose.
“Fuck her! Fuck her!” she howls … and before I know what’s happening she’s jumped up and licked across my mouth, leaving the smell and taste of Jean’s cunt on my lips… “Fuck her before she has to play with herself!”
Jean’s legs are wide open when I jump on her … and so is her cunt. Johnny rams his head into her without even looking, and he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in. She has her knees up and her ass turned almost to the ceiling …
when she fucks she wiggles all over; there isn’t a part of her that is still… . . I’m not sorry now that Tania came bursting in on us … . not when she’s gotten Jean into such a state as this… .
Tania’s delighted. Her eyes are big and shining, and she has parked her ass in the warm spot I left on the chair; she’s diddling herself while she sits and watches us screw. If only her friend Snuggles could be here to see this, she exclaims! How much that little innocent one would like it! Poor Snuggles … she has yet to know another cock besides Peter’s … . She’s never seen a grown man screwing a girl… .
Tania has been carrying tales again … Jean wants to know if the things Tania
