“Swallow that, you crazy cunt!” I yell at her as John T. lets go. “Swallow it, or by Christ I’ll make you wash it down with a mouthful of piss!”
“I’m … … trying … . to… ” is all she can say. She’s got such a dose that it’s practically coming out of her ears, but she’s doing the best she can with it.
The room settles back on its ass again after a long time. I’ve been sailing around like a bird, and I come down with a jolt. Snuggles is still sucking my prick, still swallowing the jism. And some son of a bitch is trying to break down the door. I shake Snuggles off… she’s like a leech on that cock … . and listen. It sounds like Sid, but it might be anybody. It might even be Carl, which would be a fine mess.
I’ve read about these things, but by Jesus this is the first time I ever really was in a situation where I had to hide somebody. We’ve been making so much noise that whoever is out there must know I’m in. And I’d like to see who it is, just in case… . .
She’s under the bed like a flash, taking her clothes with her. And I can’t get her out again. I even grab her leg and try to pull her out, but she’s like a snail in a shell. Why the fuck didn’t she wait until I had got her into a closet? Well, there’s nothing to be done now … . that door will be off its hinges if I don’t answer it… .
It’s Sam. For the first time in his life he comes to my place, and it has to be when I’m fucking his daughter! He gives me a funny look and walks straight in.
“Are you getting deaf?” he asks me. “What was the row about, anyway?”
“Exercise,” I tell him, Hell, I must look as though I’d been exercising. I pound my chest and take a deep breath. Then I suddenly remember that I haven’t anything on and that my dick must still be wet. I tell him I’ll get him a drink, and I go out to the kitchen where I can wrap a towel around my ass.
When I come back from the kitchen Sam isn’t in the living room. He’s in the bedroom, sitting on the bed. I almost shit my pants.
“Hey, Sam, come on out here and sit down.
No, no … . he couldn’t think of interrupting my exercises. Best thing in the world … . . keep in trim. He wants me to come in and do my exercises while he has a drink. It’s no good to tell him that I’m all through … . . he’s positive that he interrupted me, and besides … .
“Come to talk to you,” he says, “Rather you were doing something while I tell you about it.”
So I have to go into the bedroom. I haven’t the faintest fucking notion of how people exercise. I swing my arms a few times and try a few squats.
“You’ve got this bed mussed up plenty,” Sam notices. He seems to be wondering about something.
“Yeah… . sure… .” I try hopping over the foot of the bed to show him how I get the bed mussed, and I land on my puss. Suddenly I realize that if I don’t keep exercising Sam is likely to hear Snuggles under the bed. Christ, I can’t keep up this bending and stretching and floor thumping forever.
“Sam,” I beg, “let’s go into the other room. I’ve done all the exercises now.”
It’s a struggle but I get him out of there. I can’t close the bedroom door because there isn’t any. There used to be one, but that was before I ever moved in.
What Sam has to tell me is the same thing that Snuggles has already told me.
But it takes him the better part of an hour to get his little confession off his mind. And all that time I’m waiting for Snuggles to make a noise … maybe a fart or something. I’m farting myself. In the first ten minutes I’m a nervous wreck.
The worst part of it is that I have to be patient and sympathetic with Sam, when what I’d really like to do is toss him out on his ass. And I have to give him advice… . I haven’t figured out yet why a man who can make money in the best American tradition … . rags to riches … . . could be coming to a half-assed newspaperman for advice on anything, but Sam seems to have the notion that I know all there is to be known about this sort of thing.
“Should I put her in school and just drop her out of my life?” He asks me, “Or should I ask Ann for a divorce? First that other little girl … Tania … and now my own daughter! Alf, when I get back home I’m going to have my head examined.”
I have to cheer him up. I have to give him some wine and assure him that it will all be all right, that everything will clear itself up in the end. And I’m a Hell of a long way from believing that it will all be all right in the end. From where I’m standing this looks like one of the fuckingest stews that anybody ever got themselves into … . . and that includes me… . .
Sam talks his head off, and when the hour is up he hasn’t gotten anywhere.
The only thing that’s been accomplished is that I’ve argued him out of confessing everything to Ann. Finally he looks at his watch … . he has an appointment and I don’t try to keep him. I get him out as fast as I can, promising that I will talk to him some more about this matter …
When I’m sure that he’s gone down the stairs and won’t come popping back in I go into the bedroom and look under the bed. Snuggles is lying on her back playing with herself, having a fine time. I drag her out, and she climbs into bed, wiggling her ass at me.
“Why the Christ didn’t you leave things alone?” I yell at her. “Hell, you could have fucked anybody but your father… .”
“I’m a bitch,” she says. “I thought he’d have a big cock. He did have a big cock.
I’m going to try to get him to fuck me again … . .”
“You little bitch of misery, I hope he gets wise to himself and smacks your ass off! What do you suppose your mother married him for? So you could fuck him?
Like hell! So she could screw him! It’s her business to screw him, not yours! She can give him all he needs… … .”
“Well, she’s busy fucking you or somebody all the time. And why shouldn’t I let my father fuck me? He’s nice… . . I’ve known him all my life! How long have I known you? Why you’re almost a stranger… .”
Stranger or not, she pounces on my dong and starts jerking me off. She kneels across my legs as I sit on the bed and rubs the raspberry nipples of her bubs on my cock and my balls. Johnny begins to come to attention, and she slides farther over, rubbing him with her belly. And there’s her little soft ass just waiting for me… . .
She doesn’t know what’s happening until about the third time my hand comes down on her bare behind. Then she starts kicking and squalling as though she were being murdered. I spank her ass and her round thighs so hard that my hand aches… .
“You’re not going to fuck your father again! Promise!”
Like hell she’ll promise. She’s an obstinate cunt, and the more I paddle her ass, the more obstinate she becomes.
“I will fuck him! I will I will I will I will I will I will!”
I spank her some more. And much good it does. Her ass turns pink, but she just sings louder without changing her tune much.
“I will fuck him! And … and I’ll suck him off too! I don’t care how much you spank me, I will! I’ll fuck him right in front of my mother if I want to! Spank me harder … . see if I care! Spank me as hard as you want to … . I’ll do it even if you do make me promise not to!”
Spank me harder! The bitch! I give up. I should have learned by now that you can spank a cunt into fucking you or sucking you off but once they’ve had a piece of ass you can’t spank them out of wanting it. I stop mauling her and Snuggles crawls over me on the bed… …
“Now fuck me!” she sobs. “You’ve made my ass hot … . fuck me!”
I’ll make her ass a hell of a lot hotter than it is … . I turn her onto her belly and get behind her. I squeeze John Thursday’s head into her fig and fuck the rest of him in after it. She’s small, even though she just sucked me off, and it’s a tight fit, but there’s plenty of juice and he goes
