Sid has been taking off his clothes, and he’s on the couch at the same time that Ernest gets there.
“Don’t you fuck her, Ernest,” Sid argues. “Don’t you try to fuck her with your pants on … you’ll get them so soaked with that stuff that you’ll have to bury them … Let me screw her while you get ready.”
Ann doesn’t care a fuck of a lot who screws her … . she has her legs open like a trap, waiting to hook the first cock that comes close enough. Sid hops on her and the trap springs. She gets her legs and both arms around him, and her ass comes up into position. Sid has a dong on that looks like something you ought to go after with a horse and a lariat, but that’s just the kind that Ann is looking for.
She gives her rear a wiggle or two and gobbles it into her belly. Ernest runs over to the camera and starts snapping away while Sid rides her… . .
“My God!” Ann squeaks after a minute, “I’m going to come! Somebody give me a prick to suck while I come… . .”
I’m not crazy enough to give my cock to a bitch who’s as wild as Ann is …
Jean Jeudi has to last me for the rest of my life, and I’m not taking any chances of losing half of him. She acts nuts enough to eat him. She makes a grab for me, and I won’t let her put my dong into her mouth, so she yells to Ernest. He’s there in nothing flat, stuffing it down her throat while she coos and gurgles over it. As soon as she has it Ernest begins to look desperate, as though he’d made a mistake, but he goes on jabbing it into her mouth.
“For Christ sake,” he pants at Sid, “make the bitch come, will you!”
He grabs her teats and squeezes them until the nipples turn almost purple.
Sid is sticking his fingers up Ann’s ass, and every time he wiggles them she howls and tries to swallow Ernest’s bush. Then, bang … . bang … . bang. One after the other, Sid, Ann and Ernest.
Ann keeps her legs around Sid until she can’t squeeze another drop out of him. Then she’s ready to let Ernest go too, but he goes on frigging away at her mouth.
“What the hell are you trying to do?” Sid asks, watching him, “Piss?”
“Sure,” Ernest says … and Ann jumps up quicker than you’d think a woman of her size could move.
It’s time for everybody to have another drink, and Ernest fools around with the camera. Ann is beginning to get ideas about the pictures she’d like to have. First of all she wants pictures of her sucking each one of us off.
That’s easy enough … we put her on a table and take turns. I’m first, and I stand at one end of the table with my dong up while Ann, on her belly, sticks it in her mouth and puts her arms around my ass. As soon as her lips close on my prick I’m ready to forget about the pictures and simply work on her.
“Look,” I say to Ernest, “why don’t we forget the art and just screw her? Just let me take her off into the bedroom for half an hour, then maybe we’ll take some pictures… .”
But that wouldn’t do, it seems. Even Ann is against that idea. She wants the pictures and she wants a lot of them, and it’s Sid’s turn now. For once he doesn’t have a hard on, but Ann fixes that. She hangs over him and kisses his nuts.
Then she licks his belly and his thighs and his bush. By the time Ernest has the camera ready Sid is ready too. Ann pulls the skin back from his prick and cleans around the head of it with the tip of her tongue. In it goes… …
Ann’s really hot again when it’s Ernest’s turn … you call see that in the way she grabs for his cock. And she has another idea for a picture … . she wants to lie on her back and let Ernest hang his balls into her mouth. Ernest looks doubtful … I don’t blame him after the ferocious way she was sucking him off a few minutes ago … . but he lets her have her way. His balls are too big for her to take both of them at once, anyway … . and if she bites one off he still has a spare. Ann lets her head hang over the edge of the table and Ernest drops one of his nuts into her open lips as neatly as though it was a cherry … . she’s using both hands to jerk him off … she has her legs apart and her ass is wiggling.
It suddenly comes to me that this catting bitch is Ann. Not Tania or her mother and not one of Arthur’s or Carl’s cunts, but Ann Backer, out to see Paris.
My Christ, the adaptability of a cunt is a wonderful thing … . when I first knew her Ann would have jumped into the Seine before she’d have done anything like this. It just goes to show what a fine thing travel is… . .
Ann has another idea … she’s thought of a way to suck two pricks at once, she says. Ernest and I will have to lie on the couch… . .
I’ve never heard of such a thing before … . but, strangely enough, it works.
Ernest and I lie with our heads at either end of the couch and our asses together, my legs over his. Ann licks my dong and then she licks his … she gives him a suck and then puts mine in her mouth. Finally she puts her fingers around them and squeezes them together… . .
It isn’t easy, getting both of those cocks in at once, but Ann is determined. She twists her head from one side to the other keeping her mouth as wide as she can.
It’s the bitchiest thing I’ve ever seen, the way she struggles to get both of those big dicks in together.
She manages it somehow … . and I’m ready to come long before she starts to suck them. I sit up and look at her better, and so does Ernest. Sid is so pop-eyed that he’s pushing all the wrong buttons on the camera … he’s taking pictures all over the place. Ann is slobbering all over us, wiggling her behind and trying to rub her bubs against our balls.
“For God’s sake,” I yell at her, “if you stop before I come I’ll strangle you with the damned thing.”
She starts playing with both of us, bouncing her head around so that it feels as though our pricks were in a tight cunt. Sid can’t stand any more … he leaves the camera and rushes over with his dong up. He gets behind Ann and rams his cock against her rectum. Ann jumps as though she’d had a hot poker stuck into her ass, but she sucks us twice as hard when she catches on to what’s happening.
Sid goes on poking at her, and in a few minutes, he’s got the end of his dong in her rectum. He starts to fuck her, pushing the rest of it in, and Ann hops around so much that it’s all we can do to keep her on the couch. She can hardly catch a breath of air because each time that she tries to lift her head Ernest rams it down again. And those two pricks haven’t grown any smaller, either. Sid yells at her to smile at the camera because it’s to go off… . .
“Smile, you whore,” he yells, “or I’ll shove this cock into your mouth, too… . .”
The camera isn’t the only thing that’s ready to go off … … I can feel Ernest’s cock jump against mine, and in the next minute Ann’s mouth feels very sticky.
The jism is running out and over her chin and over everything else … . she can’t stop it.
“My ass!” she manages to sputter, “… . my God, it’s on fire!”
Sid is fucking himself cockeyed, shooting that jism up her rectum, but she hasn’t come yet. She’s trying to swallow Ernest’s jism and she’s damned near swallowing my cock along with it … It’s halfway down her throat when I come, and that first taste must go directly into her bowels with no stops on the way.
Sid’s given up trying to fuck her into coming … he takes a deep breath and starts to piss inside her. He’s determined to either make her come or kill her, and he comes close to doing both together … . .
For half a minute Ann is completely nuts. Neither Ernest nor I can get our cocks away
