I squeeze my dong between her thighs and rub her abricot-fendu with the end.
She throws one leg over me and the split spreads. Alexandra reaches under her ass and sets my cock into the place where she needs it and manages to get a little of it in. She’s so hot that she doesn’t want to take the time to undress. I tell her that I won’t fuck her with her clothes on… .
We compromise. Tania has told her so many things … yes, she even knows that her precious Peter sucked me off that day before I left … and will I fuck her the way Tania says I’ve done it? She wants me to do everything … . everything that I’ve ever done to her daughter.
She sits up to take her clothes off, and as soon as we’re both naked I yank her off to the couch and put her to her knees in front of me. I wipe my cock in her hair and give it to her to kiss. Ah, I pull her face into my bush and let her lick it.
A moment later I have it in her mouth, swabbing her throat. A few choice names go well too. She gobbles deliriously when I call her the bitch she is, in embroidered synonyms… . .
She slobbers over the end like a kid with a juicy lollipop. John Thursday is a mess but at least he’s having his beard shampooed … She tries to lick my bush while she’s got him in her mouth and almost succeeds in smothering herself.
Then, when she’s really working over my dong, when I’ve got her loving it so much that it hurts, I take it away from her.
Alexandra’s too large to be tossed around like Tania, but I push her onto the couch and flop her legs up in the air. The whole underside of her, everything that’s between her legs, sticks up. She raises the very devil when I suddenly push a finger up her ass and tell her to be quiet or I’ll put my whole fist up there. With three fingers stuck into her rectum she’s positively dizzy, but this is what she asked for, and I’m determined that she’s going to get the whole thing.
She doesn’t object when I turn my ass in her face and make her kiss it. She even licks the cheeks without too much fuss. But when I tell her to spread the cheeks and run her tongue over my rectum … ah, that is really too much! She can’t do that, not even if her daughter did, she begins to tell me, but I but it against her mouth and make her kiss it anyway.
Shit, there isn’t anything they won’t do if you give it to them in the right way.
In about three seconds I feel Alexandra’s hot tongue slip into the bush under my ass and then she begins to lick it. I have to teach her the little game Tania invented, and soon she’s running her tongue up my rectum and letting me shit it out again. And it makes her hotter, too … . she holds my dong in a death grip …
if anyone tried to take it away from her she’d probably begin to tear the joint apart, pull down the walls with her fingernails.
She must know what’s coming next, but she pretends not to, so I make her name all the possibilities. Finally she hits upon it, speaking hesitatingly and as though hoping that she guessed wrong. It won’t be, she suggests, that I intend to put my prick into her rectum. For a favor and a prize for guessing correctly I let her have another taste of John Thursday.
Oh, but not that, she pleads. She had forgotten, when she suggested this, that I had done that to her daughter … but now she remembers … how the little thing was stretched and stretched and almost split … OH, ho! She doesn’t know how it’s accomplished, my prick is much too big.
She’s faking, the cunt. And I finally win an admission. Well–doubtfully–
perhaps she did consider it now and again … . it would be hard not to think about it after having watched me do it to her daughter. Yes, she might even have desired it to be done. I pinch her ass. What about it now, I want to know? Doesn’t she want me to do it? Well… . DOES SHE? Yes, she thinks that perhaps she does want to do that.
I’m after her at once. I pull her around and set John Thursday knocking at her back door. She kneels with her legs far apart and hangs her head while I work him in. She doesn’t object as she did when I first put my finger into her rectum …
in that she is very much like her daughter. She simply waits for it to be accomplished.
Her rectum isn’t as tight as I expected it to be. Either she’s shoved candles up it or she’s played this game before, I decide. My dong doesn’t actually fall in, but there’s none of the trouble I had with Tania, and quite soon I have it up there.
“You’ve done this before,” I tell her. She is shocked. How can I possibly think such a thing? It’s abnormal, to do such a thing as this! That’s what the bitch tells me … it’s abnormal!
Let it be abnormal, then. I fuck her this way because I like it, and she likes it too. Just to make certain, I pull my dong out. She looks around and reaches for it immediately.
“Please!” That’s all she says, and it’s enough to tell me what I want to know.
But I tease her with it, start again to put my cock in and snatch it away. I like to hear her ask for it. I make her call herself a sucker of pigs, a five-sous licker of assholes, a whore who fucks dogs in the gutter. “Please put it back! I was lying
… I like to have it done to me… . Peter does it to me … Tania’s seen him do it …
Peter does it to me, yes, my own son pedicates me! Put it in and fuck … . Your cock is so much bigger than my son’s… . My cocksucker son … ah, it’s so wonderful to feel your prick there! Your wonderful prick that we’ve all sucked …
my son and my daughter and I …
Tania’s letter comes to my mind … now she wishes that I would come to see her and try the new tricks which she has learned. Well, if the girl isn’t here, there’s nothing to keep me from trying it with her mother…
Alexandra positively screams when she feels the scalding piss let into her ass.
I don’t know what she thinks, but it’s a marvelous feeling for me. I keep my dong all the way into her and piss a stream. She begs me to stop, but I couldn’t if I wanted to. I go on filling her with it until I feel her belly swelling in my hands.
She moans that she’s coming …
I pull her from the couch and she writhes before me on her knees. It’s hot inside her, she whimpers, it’s making her come in a way she never felt before… .
“Lift your face… .”
She clutches my knees and turns her chin up. “I know what you’re going to do
… Quick, now, … . . while I’m coming… . please do it…”
She kisses my cock and presses it to her lips while I piss, lets some of the piss fall into her open mouth … Then, when it’s finished, she stays on her knees and sucks my prick until another taste wipes out the old… . .
Miss Cavendish is a fucking nuisance. Or, to speak more correctly, a non-fucking nuisance. In plain language she’s a cock teaser, all promises and no follow-through. In three days of living here she’s invented three hundred excuses for three hundred visits … or so it seems. If it isn’t the faucet that drips it’s her clock that won’t tick. Instead of running down to the concierge she comes tapping at my door. The faucet needs nothing more than to be turned completely off and all that’s wrong with her clock is that it hasn’t been wound, but no matter
… she has her excuse to come in and tease around a while.
The glasses have disappeared, and she’s really quite good-looking. The tweeds and cotton stockings seem to have been packed away too … she blossoms out in organdy and silk. And she has thighs … .
The thighs I discovered the first time she came in to see me. It’s easy to do, I suppose, to show just so much and no more, to drive a man nuts by letting him almost–but not quite–see that extra four inches. The hard part is to keep him from knowing that you’re quite aware of what you’re showing, and at that Miss Cavendish is not so good as she might be.
I thought at first that she was catting for
