Then she wants to know other things… Does Jean suck me off by herself or do I have to make her? Does she ask me to suck her cunt? Do we play tete-beche?
Does she ever talk about Billie? Does she ever speak of other women she’s been to bed with? Lastly … . do I think she’s happy with Billie?
I give all the right answers, and Billie’s happy. Jean, she tells me, is the nicest cunt she’s ever lived with. For one thing she isn’t messy. Ah, if I haven’t been married or lived with a woman for a long time, I don’t know what that means.
Hairpins in bed, piss and paper in an unflushed toilet, Kotex pads left in clothes closets … . these are the things that most women bring you. But Jean is as clean as a cat; if you didn’t sleep with her, you could live with her for years and never know when her flag was out, and whenever it’s time to make love she has her little box as fresh as a flower.
Billie could talk about Jean all afternoon, and to hell with fucking, but I have a bug up my ass. Finally I get her back to where we started and let her feel what Jean Jeudi is like when he rubs his head between her thighs. She spreads them and I climb on … . is she ready? Does she want to be fucked now? Yes, yes, I can put it in, but not too quickly … she’s not used to it, I must remember.
I’ve never laid a cunt who was so damn uninterested in what was happening.
She’s bored, that’s it … and after I’ve been in her for a couple of minutes she doesn’t care about it one way or the other. And the next thing I know she’s opened her purse, taken out her lipstick and a pencil, and is sketching on the wall by her head! Drawing pictures while I’m fucking her! A hell of an insult, and she’s completely unconscious of it… . . she lies across the bed, humming a little to herself and you’d never think that I was ramming my cock into her… . .
In addition to which, the picture she’s making is upside down and if anybody wanted to look at it they’d either have to lie as she is or stand on their head… . .
“Are you through already?” she asks … because I’ve stopped screwing her.
Then she yawns in my face, the bitch! Oh you lousy upside-cunt. I’ll see to it that you wake up … I’ve got something to make you open your eyes! You won’t ask if I’m through again … . you’ll know when I’m through, and you’ll be damned glad when it’s over.
I pull my cock out of her fig, fling her lipstick across the room, and throw her belly-side down under me. She’s amazed at the strong-arm tactics, but she looks a little pleased, too … . until she sees what I’m trying to do. Then she raises hell… . .
No! She’s very emphatic about it … she won’t be screwed in the ass! It’s … . it’s a perversion, and besides, it would hurt! If I want to do that I can do it to Jean …
if Jean likes it. But not to her! And she tries to hop off the bed.
If Billie were like any other cunt I probably couldn’t handle her. But she fights like a man, without biting or pinching or scratching, and she doesn’t try to kick you in the balls. It’s a matter of weight and strength, and as long as I’m behind her I have an advantage, and when I manage to get my dong where I want it, struggling merely helps me … every time she wiggles, John Thursday looks into her rectum.
Billie threatens me … if I don’t stop, she’ll see to it that Jean never lays me again. She’ll tell everybody that I have the clap. She’ll scream and bring the concierge up… Well, if she tells people I have the clap I’ll spread the rumor that I got it from her. If she rouses the concierge I’ll tell him that she’s a whore who tried to cheat me … he’s a sympathetic fellow; he’ll probably help me hold her (the old bastard would throw me out on my ear, that’s what he’d really do).
There’s no squirming out of this for you, Billie… Now, you cunt sniffer, why don’t you draw some more pictures? Yes, I know that you’re not used to this. I can feel how tight your rectum is where my cock shoves into it… But it will be big enough: it will be bigger when I’ve finished, when you’ve felt all of my prick in there, and when I’ve oiled up your machinery with jism…
Billie bites the bed with anger. I’m a bastard, she says, a son of a bitch, uncle to a family of idiot shit-eaters… . I look at dirty pictures and play with myself, I sleep with old Kotex pads under my pillow … . she has a colorful imagination, and it’s a pleasure to have her come to life. A cock in the ass works wonders sometimes; it’s a great stimulant.
Before I’ve finished I’ve screwed bloody Jesus out of her. She isn’t demanding that I stop now … . she’s begging. But I keep at it. She becomes limp and lies moaning… . it’s a trick, and when it doesn’t work she pounds the bed with her fists.
“No more,” she pleads, “No more! Alf, listen … I’ll get you girls … oh, such girls! I know lots and lots of nice cunts who are looking for a man, Alf; I can get them for you… . I’ll give you their addresses now … I’ll call them up for you…
Take your cock out of my ass now, Alf… .”
And more of the same. Probably she does know some nice cunts … . . these Lesbians pick up everything nice in sight. But she could promise me a weekend with a barn full of virgins and I wouldn’t stop. I screw harder and begin to play with her fig. I’d give my left ball to make this bitch come right now, but there doesn’t seem to be a chance… . .
Suddenly I seem to have lost both of my balls … they’ve turned inside out and shot out my dick, into Billie’s rectum. I shove my fingers into her cunt and diddle her until she howls, but she won’t come, the bitch. I’ve filled her ass with jism, and feeling as I do I’d like to piss up her ass too … but I can’t bear to take a chance with that lovely old hanging… …
Billie snaps back into good humor almost immediately. Well … I certainly take what I go after. She’ll know better next time; she won’t come here again without police protection. Or, at the very least, she won’t offer to let me screw her; not without thinking twice about it. The whole thing becomes a joke to her … she doesn’t know if she should tell Jean or not. But did I have a good time? And am I satisfied now? Good! Then, could she please lie down on the bed to rest a minute and to finish her upside-down sketch?
Sam has made some sort of a deal with Severin. I don’t know the details exactly, but Carl sees all of us making money by fistfuls.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Alf,” he moans over a glass of Perrier water, which seems to be his expression of repentance for an evil life, “It must be my time of life … . but Hell, I don’t feel any different than I ever did; I really gave that girl a hell of a screwing, too… .”
Why to Jesus Alexandra had to break that date Sam can’t understand. If she hadn’t done that, everything would have been all right … he’d have had a good time with her and no headache afterward. But now, now he’s really in the gravy.
“Ann would forgive me if I ran around with the mother,” he tells me. “She’s broad-minded enough to understand things like that happen; that a man needs a little diversion once in a while. But how in hell could I tell her that it was a kid …
just a little girl hardly older than my own daughter? And the worst part of it is that I want to fuck her again! Right now, while I’m sitting here talking to you, I can see her as she stood after she’d let me take off her clothes … she didn’t know whether to cover herself so that I couldn’t see her, or cover her eyes so she couldn’t see me.” Tania must have given him a wonderful line of bullshit–or else she just kept still and let him make up the beautiful background, because Sam is full of astonishing ideas. “She was so innocent about everything … . she trusted me completely, you could see that. And yet she was so full of life, so eager to do anything to please me … she’s just a babe in the woods… .”
As things are now, anything I could say would just make Sam mad. Either he’d think that I was slandering a sweet innocent child or he’d feel that I’d
