“What are you going to do about it now?” I ask her when I’m settled with a glass and have given Snuggles a much smaller glass.
“Fuck him again, I suppose,” she says, “And then again … if he wants to.”
If he wants to. How to Jesus can a man help himself? All I have to do is look at her … . she sits crossing and uncrossing her legs, showing the new pants she’s wearing … . and I have a dong on … . . and I’m not her father, by Christ!
“I thought you’d be glad to hear about it,” Snuggles adds in a minute. “Tania said that you liked girls who were real dirty bitches.”
I simply put my head in my hands. There isn’t any answer any more. This whole affair has gotten out of my hands and is moving too fast for me. Then, while I’m sitting there, Snuggles comes over and sits herself down on the floor between my knees. She sticks her chin on my thigh like a dog and looks up at me. Her fingers are sticky when they go under my robe to touch my leg … . she’s spilled wine on them… .
“You know why I came to see you, don’t you,” she whispers. “Of course I could go home and see if Daddy’s there …”
She keeps feeling up my leg, running those nails that she’s learning to keep pointed now up my thigh. Jesus, and to look at her! Butter pigtails and inkstains on her fingers instead of nail polish. But that bitchy little red mouth is going to begin to give her away soon … . that cock sucker’s mouth, that cunt licker’s mouth… . It’s beginning to get that look that you learn to watch for… . I don’t know what it is, but it’s beginning to show… . .
Snuggles rubs her teats on my knees… . Teats? Her chest, I should say, but there’s a softness there, you can tell that there’s something started, and she pulls my bathrobe apart, a little at a time, looking at my legs while she uncovers them.
John T. is holding up the tent, waiting for the big show. She slides her hands under the robe and tickles his whiskers … …
I almost drop my glass when she pulls the bathrobe completely open … . .
she’s so suddenly vicious about it. I set it down and she sits on her heels looking at my cock with her eyes looking a little bit daffy. She puts one hand around it and squeezes until the end is red and bulging.
“For Gods sake, don’t sit there looking at it,” I tell her, “put it in your mouth if you want to suck it …”
“You can’t make me… .”
It’s not hard to make her. All I have to do is put my hand on her head and push it down … she does the rest. In goes Jean Jeudi, and she leans up against me while she unfastens the front of her dress. Then she has those teatless teats of hers rubbing against my balls, and she’s giving a remarkable imitation of her mother.
“Are you going to fuck me?” She rubs my prick across her mouth and on her nose and looks up at me innocently. “Shall I take my clothes off now … or do you want to?”
I stand up, but I don’t know what I want to do. She’s on her knees with my cock in her mouth again, and there doesn’t seem to be much reason for not letting her keep it there, letting her suck me off then kicking her to hell out. But I don’t … I pick her up and chase her into the bedroom … … .
She lies crosswise on the bed and looks at me. Her dress is up to her hips and she’s managed to keep her bubs uncovered too. One shoe hangs to the floor and then the other as she pushes them off with her toes. I leave my bathrobe somewhere on the floor and jump on the bed with her.
How these little cunts love their underdone bodies! Shit, even if it wasn’t so damned exciting to look at them, it would make you hot just to see how much they think of themselves … I get Snuggles out of her dress and yank her pants down … . She turns to see if I’m getting a good view of her ass… . .
“Fuck me with my stockings on!” She says, “Fuck me with my stockings on!”
So she’s learned that. From Tania, most likely. The little whore… . . I’ll fuck her with her stockings on! Perhaps she’d like me to go out and buy a top hat and fuck her with that on… . She grabs my cock and throws her legs open. That little red fig stares me in the face, like a danger signal. It’s bare as an apple, and much the same color. Christ, but it’s a juicy apple… . .
“Lick my prick,” I tell her. “Hey, did you do that to your old man?”
No, she tells me, they just fucked. He put his cock in her cunt and fucked her, and that’s all there was to it. But perhaps next time… . .
I grab her by the waist and yank her belly against my chest, rubbing my dick all over her face. I may be a baby fucker, but who the Hell cares … . Snuggles is a damned fuckable baby … I lick her hips and bite her thighs. She squeals like a young pig, and wiggles like one, too, but she likes it … . as, come to think of it, why in hell shouldn’t she? How many girls of her age, after all, have a chance to get their conillons sucked? Plenty, I know, but not such a fucking lot of them at that… . .
She really throws that fig of hers at me when she understands what I’m after.
Her thighs go around my head and she smacks me in the face with it. It’s something like being slapped in the mouth with a warm, wet dishcloth … but no dishcloth ever had fuzz growing on it, and no dishcloth ever had a smell like that juicy peach. I dig my tongue into it … . and lick up a mouthful of juice … . and poke my dong into her mouth at the same time. She loves the tete-beche game …
she twists around me like an eel, tying knots into herself and into me. My cock is twice as big as anything she ought to be familiar with yet, but she’s having a fine time with it. She slobbers over it like a vet, making everything nice and juicy.
These young bitches always surprise me that way. When you get a woman with a good bush and a heavy pair of bubs … one of those heavy mares with an axe mark under their tails … you expect them to be wet between the legs. But girls like Tania and Snuggles … . it’s astonishing, the amount of that stuff that they produce from their wee splits… .
Snuggles has a nice little belly. It isn’t broad and soft like her mother’s … . you wouldn’t mistake it for any feather pillow … . but the skin is smooth, and it’s hot as your cock, and it moves continually when she breathes. You know you’ve got something alive on your hands. And it makes her squirm when it’s licked… . .
I slip my tongue into her figlet and suck it for awhile. Snuggles is holding my dick in both hands, keeping Johnny’s head in her mouth but jerking him off more than she sucks him. She tickles his nose with her tongue and tells me that he’s too juicy. She always thought, she tells me, that if she didn’t have to suck Tania’s and Billie’s and Jean’s cunts but sucked cocks instead she wouldn’t have to get her face all wet … . but a prick is almost as bad… . .
Between the cheeks of her ass Snuggles is almost naked. Her rectum is pink and tight, and for some reason it’s a hell of a temptation. I run a finger over it and poke at it. Snuggles wiggles a little more, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Finally I push my finger into it, just to see what she’ll do… … and the little cunt, she begins to hop back and forth against it, trying to fuck herself on it.
Suddenly I stop sucking her cunt and begin sucking her rectum instead. Don’t ask me why … . it’s just because it’s there and it looks as though it ought to be sucked … I lick it a few times, kiss it … . and shove my tongue up it. Snuggles almost tears my cock off, she sucks it so hard then.
She doesn’t have to tell me that she’s going to come … . I know she is … . and I am too. I climb over her so that I can hold her better, so that she can’t suddenly
