As I was saying, Billie arrives with Jean, and I’ve seldom been as glad to see anyone in my life as I am to see that Lesbian bitch and her cunt. It’s not only that I feel that I need a good fuck to get some of this bad blood out of my system
… . I want to see somebody who isn’t too mixed up with the things that have been happening these past few days. Then I find out that Ann and Billie have been playing tag with each other. Oh well … . I’m still glad to see them.
It’s been a long time since any cunt has made a meal for me. I think that the little Chink was the last one. But when they find that I’ve just gotten up and was going out to feed myself Billie and Jean get busy and get something started. That means that somebody has to go to buy things, and going to buy things means that Jean goes. Billie sits down and tells me about her affair with Ann.
Billie isn’t very explicit about the juicy details … the main point is that Ann found out what she wanted to know about women like Billie. Billie went to see her with some more sketches, they went out somewhere in the evening, and Ann screwed up her nerve to ask Billie to stay all night. They hopped into bed and there the fun started. Now Ann knows all. Don’t I think that’s interesting?
I certainly do think it’s interesting. I’d also like to know if that’s all there’s going to be to it … . . or does Billie plan to carry on a love affair with Ann? On that point Billie isn’t positive. It appears to be one of those things which is simply left up in the air when somebody goes home in the morning. But she’s amused because Jean has acted a little jealous ever since.
Jean comes back and the two cunts put together a meal for us all. Luckily I’ve got a table and some dishes … one place I lived in had a couple of planks that you were supposed to put across chairs. A table is a nice thing to have because you can always feel somebody up under it. Jean and I play with each other all through the meal. Billie knows what’s going on, but she doesn’t mind. Pretty soon she gets interested, though, and begins to play with Jean too. There we sit, me with my cock in Jean’s hand, Jean with her skirt up to her ass, and God only knows what Billie’s doing … but we all go on talking about how hard it is to get good bologna or some fucking thing like that. It’s idiotic.
Jean breaks down first. She doesn’t want a second cup of coffee, she says.
She’s got hot pants, and she wants to take her clothes off. She gives my dong an extra hard squeeze and gets up from the table, giving her ass a shake to straighten her skirt. She goes to the couch and lies down, giving us plenty of bare thigh to look at while we decide what to do about her.
“You brought me here so that he could screw me,” she says to Billie at last.
“Why don’t you go away so he can do it?”
Billie doesn’t think that she ought to be chased out. After all, she says, she’s watched me lay Jean before.
“You always want to watch me get fucked,” Jean complains. “I believe you like to believe I’m a pig.”
Billie says that she is a pig … . a particularly dirty kind of a pig. And all this is being said in the most pleasant way imaginable. It’s a sort of nice and soothing thing to listen to… . .
“You’re a promiscuous cocksucker,” Billie tells Jean.
“So are you, Jean fires back. “Don’t forget, I watched you suck Alf off… . .”
“Not a promiscuous cocksucker, Jean … . I’ve never yet come home with jism on my brassiere where it dribbled off my chin.”
“No, I notice … . you swallow it, don’t you?”
This sort of thing goes on for some time. It could go on all night, and I’d just sit there and listen. It’s so peaceful, sitting there with a dong on and listening to those two beautiful cunts saying sweet, nasty things to each other… . .
“Tell us about the boy who rubbed shit in your face,” Billie suggests gently.
She sits next to Jean and starts feeling her up, pulling up her dress to give a pinch on that sweet ass we’ve both been squeezing.
“I’m not going to talk to you,” Jean says … and she’s blushing, too. Shit, maybe somebody did do that to her.
Billie gives Jean a good feeling up before she begins to undress her. She knows just how to make Jean hot too, and pretty soon Jean is reaching under Billie’s skirt, feeling for that hairy fig she’s always eating and never finishing.
Billie pulls Jean’s pants off and holds her skirt up.
“I’m going to show Alf your cunt, Jean,” she says, “because I don’t think he wants it at all. What will you do if he doesn’t want to fuck you?”
“I don’t want you to show it to him,” Jean says. “If I want him to see it I’ll show it to him myself! Why don’t you show him yours, you bitch?”
“He’s seen it,” Billie assures her, “And he’s fucked it, too… .”
She pulls Jean’s skirt up to her belly and turns the works towards me. Jean kicks, and the red light flashes on and off. Billie tickles her in the crotch. Jean grabs Billie’s skirt and pulls it half off baring her ass. Christ if my dong got much harder than it is now I could break rocks with it… . .
“What are you trying to do?” Billie demands. “You want him to see that thing you suck every night, is that it? Then I’ll show it to him … but you’ll have to show what you use it for, you little pervert! You dirty little cunt sucker!”
“I’m more of a woman than you are,” Jean yells at her. By this time she’s gotten Billie’s skirt so tangled up that Billie simply kicks her way out of it. Both of them are bare-assed, they wrestle across the couch. Billie is trying to push Jean onto the floor, and Jean is trying to get the rest of Billie’s clothes off. It occurs to me that if they play like this every night it must be hell on their clothes… …
“You’re a dirty ass-licking whore!” Billie insists. “Would you call a man a man
… . a real man … . if you learned that he was a cocksucker? Then why do you think you’re a real woman? Bitch lover! Teat chaser!”
Suddenly in the midst of all this they quiet down; it’s exactly as though someone had pressed a button. They seem to melt into each other’s arms, and they begin to pet and kiss each other. Jean is rubbing Billie’s cunt and Billie is opening Jean’s blouse. When she has Jean’s teats out Billie kisses them and sucks the nipples.
“I’ll suck you off now if you’re ready,” Jean whispers.
“No … I’ll suck you off,” Billie says.
“No, I’m the woman,” Jean says, “You’re my husband … . . I have to suck you off.”
They take the rest of their clothes off and then Jean slips off the couch and between Billie’s legs. Billie lies back and raises her ass so that Jean can get at her con, and Jean starts to kiss her. Jean begins at Billie’s toes and works up to her bubs, then licks her way back down to Billie’s fig again.
Jean may be, as she says, all woman, but she likes Billie as much as she could like anyone. Christ, she almost eats her up. She bites Billie’s belly, licks her teats and kisses her thighs … . soon she’s rubbing her nose into Billie’s split fig, holding the thing open with her fingers so that she can get her nose further into it. Then she shoves her tongue into it and really goes up in it.
“Oh, it’s nice and juicy tonight!” she says as soon as she’s gotten a taste of it.
“And you have that Orange Blossom perfume in your hair, haven’t you… .”
“You gave yourself away that time,” Billie says, pressing her knees together to hold Jean better. “That’s Ruth’s perfume! I thought you’d been sucking her!
Admit it now, you lying little fucker … . you let her put you on her knees, didn’t you?”
“Just … . just a little … …” Jean has to confess.
“Just a little! I’ll have to put a leash on you, like the bitch you are, if I don’t want you running around with your tongue out! You just wait … next time Ruth comes to see us I’m going to make you suck her off right in front of whoever’s there … . . and I don’t care who it is! Put your tongue in now! Lick it! Now, that’s enough … . you’re going to suck my ass now… .”
Jean doesn’t even argue about that. Billie turns over and sticks her rear out for Jean to kiss, and Jean simply lays her hands on Billie’s ass and goes after it.
She licks every part of Billie’s
