Her ass is full of piss and her mouth is full of cock … . she’s daffy as a loon, and completely happy.
When she’s through sucking us I can’t move, and neither can Ernest. I’m so glad to have my prick back in one piece that I simply lie there and sigh while Ann, who seems to be still coming, licks the juice from my cock and my balls and hair. She’s got plenty of cleaning up to do … . there’s jism from my navel to my knees, and Ernest is in the same condition. But she licks it all up, and then she’s got to make a run for the bathroom to get rid of the little present Sid gave her.
You’d think after that she’d be ready to sit down and take it easy for awhile …
. but not Ann. She takes time out to pour another drink into herself and then she’s ready to take some more pictures. Doesn’t anyone want to fuck her now, she asks brightly.
“How about sucking our asses?” I suggest.
Oh no! That is the one thing of which there will be no pictures, Ann says. So of course that becomes the one thing we’re determined to get pictures of. Sid and Ernest grab her… . . I turn my ass toward her and they rub her nose in it. She fights like hell, but she’s as drunk as we’re fucked out. I feel her nose rub my rectum, and then I hear a smack as Sid slaps her ass with his bare hand.
“Kiss it, you bitch,” he says, “or you’ll have a blistered ass to show your husband tomorrow … . .”
Ann finally kisses it. She pushes her lips up against it, and her tongue shoots out. She’s still objecting, but an occasional bat on the behind keeps her in line.
At last she begins to suck … . she puts her arms around my waist and starts to pull Jean Jeudi’s neck.
Five minutes ago I was sure that I would never get another dong on, but when I feel her tongue slipping up my rectum and hear her sucking in that sloppy way she has, up comes Johnny again. It’s such a marvelous restorative that Sid and Ernest want to try it too, so she has to give them both an extra long ass-sucking while they try to ease themselves into condition again. Ernest wants to try pouring a bottle of wine into his rectum and letting Ann suck it out again, but Sid argues him out of it … . Ann is so stinking drunk now that she’ll pass out on us if we give her much more. But she insists that she isn’t drunk … . she takes two more drinks one after the other to prove it. She wants me to fuck her, and I’m ready, so after she’s licked my ass some more I jump on her and throw my cock in. Jesus, that’s a deep, hot hole she’s got! The hair around it must be to pull yourself out with in case you fall in… . But John T. loves it … . he comes almost as soon as he’s in. I go on screwing her and come again before she does.
Ernest wants to fuck her when I’m through. But Ann still wants to prove that she isn’t soused, so she tips the bottle up and takes an enormous drink before she spreads her legs for him. I go into the bathroom, and when I come out again Sid is riding her and Ann has passed out cold.
Ernest sits in a corner among his new suit and his new shirts and things and swears at Ann when Sid is finished with her.
“Look at all these fucking things the rich bitch bought me,” he says. He snaps his fingers. “Just like that … And here I am fucking around trying to get her to buy a camera so I’ll have a little extra next week… . That cunt. God damn the rich cunt!”
“It’s a fucking shame,” Sid sympathizes. “A dirty bitch like that!”
Ernest swears some more but gets up to take some pictures of Ann while Sid and I pull her around to the positions he wants. She’s like a log … .
“Look,” Sid says after a few shots have been taken, “I’m too old for all this exercise… . Why don’t we go out and get a couple of bozos to help us? Shit, if we let a few guys come in and screw her you could get some fine pictures. We’ll surprise her … a damned rich cunt!”
“Aw Sid, that wouldn’t be nice… .”
“What the fuck do you mean, wouldn’t be nice? Is it nice to let people take pictures of you sucking assholes? What makes you think she’s nice? She’s just rich… . . Hey, how about it? We could even charge a little something, just to keep the bums out… .”
There’s an argument about how much we ought to charge, but it sounds like such a good idea that we put our clothes on and go out to see if we can find any takers. I’m for the idea because it seems like such a good joke on Ann … that’s how stinking drunk I am.
“We won’t have to tell them that she’s passed out or that we want to take pictures,” Sid plots as we’re falling down the steps. “We’ll just tell them that we have this rich cunt who wants to be screwed. By Jesus, she’s going to be surprised when she takes a look at those pictures!”
Snuggles comes to see me … . Snuggles of the raspberry nipples and the progressively hot underpants. It’s in the afternoon… . I’ve just taken a bath so she finds me in nothing but a bathrobe … . which seems to be just right for her purpose. She’s come looking for a lay … . and to tell me an amazing story.
Sam has laid her. She still acts dazed about it, which I suppose is how she ought to act, considering that he’s been just her father for a good many years. It must be pretty much of a shock, one way or another, to have your father suddenly pull out his dong one day, wave it in your face, and lay you.
Of course that isn’t just how it was done. Sam being, what he is, it couldn’t have been done that way. But the result is the same… … .
Tania is at the bottom of this, as usual. She’s probably been working on poor Sam for weeks, putting the idea into his head, pounding it in with every hump of her hot, bitch’s ass. And of course she’s been putting the idea up to Snuggles almost from the very minute they knew each other. So one afternoon the pot boiled over.
I thought, when I heard someone at the door, that it might be Ann… . Ernest was going to take the pictures of her today. And I thought I was ready for anything. But I wasn’t ready for the greeting Snuggles offered… …
“Daddy fucked me yesterday … …”
That doesn’t sound so good out in the hall where everyone might hear, so I get her inside and lock the door just in case someone should come. Then she sits down and tells me the whole story… . .
That bitch, she doesn’t forget a single, inflammatory detail. She can’t simply tell me that he screwed her and when and where … . no, she has to almost show me how it was done. Another trick of Tania’s.
As I said, it was in the afternoon. Snuggles came back to the hotel and found her father there alone … . although she’s pretty certain that Tania had just been there because she smelled Tania’s perfume when her father kissed her. That’s quite possible, especially if Tania knew that Snuggles was coming back soon… . I can see how she’s teased poor Sam until he was almost nuts and then left him with his cock up and his guard down. Anyway, Sam followed Snuggles into her bedroom and like a dope … or a bitch … . she began to change her clothes in front of him. In two minutes he was feeling her up and in three he had her on the bed. In five they were fucking and by the time fifteen minutes had passed Sam had something to feel lousy about.
“Well what the Jesus did you let him do it for?” I yell when Snuggles gets that far. “You didn’t have to, did you? He wouldn’t rape his own daughter!”
“I imagine that I wanted him to,” Snuggles said, giving me that wise, kid look of hers.
She wanted him to! Yes, damn it, I suppose she did. And she can’t see why I’m so upset about it, either. What the fuck does a kid like that know about economics. Does she know that if things get much messier her family is going to go shooting back to America, where they should have stayed in the first place, and leave me with nothing to show for their visit but a sore dick and a thirst for better liquor than I can afford? Like so much shit she does… . So she goes on telling me how much she
