She doesn’t have a chance now … . I put one arm tightly around her middle and grab my cock with the other hand. Zingo … . up against her rectum. She hops like a sparrow when she feels the head of my dong going up her ass, but she can’t stop it. Christ, I don’t see why she doesn’t split … to hear her carrying on you’d think it already had.
She won’t fuck her father, she wails … . she won’t do anything I don’t want her to … . if I’ll only take my prick out of her rectum. She’ll be a good girl, she howls. She’ll promise anything… . .
I’m past caring whether or not she lets Sam screw her. She can shit in his soup for all of me. What I want is to keep my cock in her behind and get some more of it in there. I want to fuck the piss out of her, but all I’m succeeding in doing is fucking a river of juice out of her fig… . .
“Play with my cunt if you’re going to do that!” she gasps. “I can’t stand that feeling inside me… . .”
I tell her to play with her own cunt … . and she does, the dirty little bitch! She opens it up with one hand and uses the fingers of the other to poke herself with.
Finally I stick a couple of fingers in too. Then I’m filling her ass with jism and she’s coming, raising the roof … … … .
Ann is up in the air and Sam has the shakes. I can’t say that I really blame either of them very much. Of course Ann helped to bring on the things that are bothering her, but poor Sam… … .
Ernest delivered the pictures to Ann. Wonderful pictures, when I consider how drunk we were at the time. But Ann simply couldn’t appreciate them. Especially, she was horrified by all the pictures of herself with a half a dozen bozos she’d never seen in her life. First she accused Ernest of faking them, but he knocked that idea out of her head immediately. When she finally caught on that she’d actually been laid by those bozos, that there were half a dozen strange men running around Paris with as intimate a knowledge of her anatomy as is possible, she raised a marvelous rumpus. So Ernest says … . I haven’t talked to her myself and perhaps it’s just as well I haven’t. He was afraid, at least so he tells me, to let her know that we’d charged them a little something for the privilege … . .
Anyway, she bought that camera from him … . and if I know Ernest she probably bought the negatives as well. Also if I know Ernest, she probably didn’t get the negatives until a few thousand prints had been made from them. Ernest says she turned green when she saw the first one … . a nice juicy one of her with one cock in her mouth, another in her cunt, and three guys lined up waiting in the background. And she didn’t appreciate at all the trouble it was to get her to suck those dicks without completely waking her up … . .
As for Sam’s little trouble … that’s Snuggles, naturally. A couple of days ago he was taking a little afternoon snooze and woke up to find her sucking him off.
He’s been more or less drunk ever since. Every time he begins to sober up he decides that he’s going to make a clean breast of it to Ann and then I have to get him started again. It’s beginning to bother his nerves … and mine too. This can’t go on forever … he’s either got to stay stinking for the rest of his life or figure a better out than he’s found so far. He keeps telling me about it… .
“I half woke up, Alf,” he’ll say … and here we have a drink, … “and I felt her working on my cock. Christ almighty, I thought I was dreaming … . I thought it was Ann … I don’t know what I thought. But I didn’t move. I let her go on … . I closed my eyes for a few minutes more and let her suck it… . She was pulling the skin back … you know how a woman does, I don’t have to tell you that … . and she was rubbing my balls in her hands… . My own daughter; God damn it! That sweet little girl! By Jesus, I know who’s at the bottom of this … . it’s that Tania bitch! She put her up to it, one way or another! Oh, God damn that Tania! I wish I’d never fucked her! Why didn’t you tell me not to let Snuggles go out with that dirty little pervert? Why didn’t I have enough sense to see, when Tania began to act the way she did, that I had to get Snuggles away from her?”
We think this over, Sam and I, for a few minutes. Since there doesn’t seem to be any satisfactory answer to most of the questions that come up we pile up another pair of saucers and I wait for Sam to go on. Hell, I could tell him the whole story backward by now, but it does him good to talk, I suppose.
“I let her suck it,” he repeats. “I let her go on until I was almost ready to come, waking up little by little. Then, gradually, I began to realize that it was Snuggles who was doing that… . God, what a moment! I hope to Christ that you never have to live through a moment like that, Alf!”
I hope so, too. In fact, I’ll take damned good care to see that it doesn’t happen that I do.
“Then, when I did realize what was going on, I… … I don’t know what got into me. I must have been crazy for a few minutes. I looked at her … and she winked at me, just like that damned Tania cocksucker … and I grabbed her head and sat up. She was on her knees beside the couch, and I kept her there … I began to call her filthy names… ” At this point Sam usually becomes pretty vague about the details but it all comes to one thing: the girl sucked him off, finished it the way a sucking ought to be finished … . “and then I saw that she was swallowing
… . she’d almost sucked my nuts dry… .” But here’s something that bothers him almost as much as what he himself did to her … . . How did she ever learn to do such a thing? From Tania, of course … . but who could the man be? Or men!
How many men do you suppose … . oh it’s awful to have to ask yourself such questions about your own daughter! What man could be low enough to do a thing like that to a girl as young as she is? Except me … . her father… .”
Sometimes when he says that Sam gives me a very peculiar look, which I wish he would get over. I don’t know whether he’s really suspicious of me or not.
There’s a question on his mind, but he can’t quite make up his mind to ask it.
“I tried to learn that when she was doing it … . when I was calling her those names … . and … all that. I kept asking her who she’s sucked off before, how many men … . but she wouldn’t answer… … .
I breathe easier here, but I still don’t feel very damned comfortable. If they get in bed again Snuggles is likely to spill the soup … . . and something tells me that there’s a Hell of a good chance that they will get in bed. Once something like this is started it doesn’t simply die overnight.
“Of course I could take a strap to her and beat it out of her,” Sam says. “That’s what my father would have done to me if I… . . I mean … . you know what I mean. But I can’t bear to even think about asking her. I’m almost afraid to go back to the hotel at all…”
All I can do is hope that whatever happens happens damned quick and gets itself over with. I can’t stand having my nerve up like this and I can’t stay drunk much longer; I can’t eat a thing when I’m drunk this way, even though I manage to get a little soup down when I go to the office and do my act which is called working, and I’m slowly starving to death.
Billie calls, bringing Jean as a sort of present to me, or perhaps I’m the present for Jean … . I haven’t got that quite straight yet. Billie may be trying to soothe Jean for what happened with Ann.
It’s in the evening, and I’ve just gotten up after being in bed for two days. I wasn’t sick … . I was sleeping. I simply couldn’t take it any longer, so I managed to give Sam the shake at last. I ditched him in a whorehouse … he’s in safe hands, it’s a high class
