I’d come in my drawers if I didn’t get into this soon. Jean Jeudi is on the warpath. He’s bristling his feathers, and he acts as though he might crow at any minute. I might be patient, but he can’t be; he isn’t as smart as I am.
Neither of these cunts know I’m after them until I’m on top of them. Then Billie turns around, and probably because she saw me first, I hop on her. I jump onto the couch and wave my prick under her nose.
Billie doesn’t want to have anything to do with my dick, but I wrap myself around her like a monkey on a pole and rub it in her face. That doesn’t make her like it any more, but I’m not worried about whether she likes it or not. I stick the end against her red mouth and wet her lips with it. Jean looks up at us from somewhere under Billie’s ass … she’s still sucking like a good girl… …
It takes some persuasion and a hell of a lot more actual force before I get what I want. But Billie isn’t a bad sort at heart … . she thinks of herself as being almost a man, so she can sympathize with the way I feel… . Finally she lets me put it into her mouth and she starts to suck it. But while I’m trying to decide whether I’ll let Johnny blow his head off that way or not, Jean hops onto the couch too. She wants to be screwed, she says, and it’s a shame to waste that cock on Billie when Billie doesn’t really appreciate it.
“You like my little whore, don’t you”” Billie asks me. “Just wait until I get her broken in right, though … I’ll make a real bitch of her yet… .”
I don’t know what she means by that … . Jean is a bitch if I’ve ever seen one
… not the nasty kind; the fucking kind. Whatever Billie does to her, she couldn’t be much of an improvement over what she is right now … . I start screwing her and she wiggles back at me, reaching up to give Billie a pinch on the teats … . .
Billie wants to have her cunt sucked, so we roll over, on our sides, and she wiggles her ass down between our faces. Jean pokes her face between Billie’s thighs and I lean my head over Billie’s hip so that I can watch her.
Jean likes being watched, and she does a really nice job on Billie. She licks her bush and then digs her tongue into Billie’s wet split, and the wetter Billie’s cunt gets the better she fucks me. She gets her nose soaked, she gets cunt juice over her chin … . and she makes a noise which occasionally sounds vaguely like a toilet plunger… . She makes it seem so nice that I begin to feel like trying some of that myself. I bite Billie’s ass and stick my finger up under her tail to tickle the place that Jean is sucking.
Billie seems to guess what’s on my mind … she turns over and gives her ass to Jean, throwing that soaked mop and that open, dripping con right in my face.
She doesn’t try to push it onto my mouth … she just waits to see what I’ll do.
Hell, this isn’t any time to be formal … . Jean and I look at each other between Billie’s thighs. I’ve got my tail into her to what I should say was about three feet, but which probably isn’t more than two and a half; and we’re both so completely hot that we’re off our trolleys.
Jean sticks her tongue out and takes a very deliberate lick at Billie’s ass. Then she takes another one. Then, next thing I know, she’s reached across and stuck her tongue into my mouth. That lousy, dirty cunt! I’m so sore that I can’t think of anything to do but to lick Billie’s cunt and spit the juice at her … but I only think about it.
Billie’s cunt has a wonderful smell. I put my nose into her mop and just lie there sniffing it for a couple of minutes. If Orange Blossom, as Jean says, then I like Orange Blossom … . but to me it just smells like a nice clean con … I kiss it finally, and then lick it. Jean’s tongue and mine meet between Billie’s thighs. I start to suck, and so does Jean. Billie goes wild… . .
Suddenly Billie’s come. She’s come and she’s pouring juice. There’s too much for me to handle by myself; so each time that I get a mouthful of it I move back, Billie shoves her ass towards Jean, and Jean gobbles some of it up.
Jean must be screwed silly. She begins to laugh, and for a minute I think that she’s going to become hysterical. I give her a slap on the ass and she doesn’t laugh quite so hard.
“Don’t worry officer,” she giggles, “I’ll come quietly.”
She does, too. I don’t know when she begins to come or when she stops, but somewhere in between I come. My cock simply pours into her, and I stick my face back against Billie’s cunt and suck at it while I fill Jean’s womb. That Lesbian and her girl friend have given me the most satisfactory fuck I’ve had in weeks … .
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End of the ride. End of a long, long ride. Finish, all over, all done. Now I’m beginning to wonder where I got on this merry-go-round, and why this is the particular place where I get off. Well, one place is as good as another, I suppose.
The trick is not to get so dizzy while you’re going round that you can’t walk straight when you get off. This way to the Ferris wheel, and the roller coaster.
They take you nowhere in an even more breathtaking manner.
Today I went down to the paper and got that little slip that I’ve always been looking for and never expected to see. Two weeks pay too, which went to pay up the little bills I’ve run up here and there in the two years I’ve been on the paper.
That makes me even.
The amusing part of it is that I was fired for a story I didn’t write. So they tell me, anyway. Somehow there was a news story written and it said something about somebody who is a friend of somebody upstairs. I never saw the piece, but the point is that I was supposed to have done it. It was assigned to me on one of those days when I was helping Sam get drunk, and since there’s no record of me being off … . things on this fucking sheet being as screwed up as they are … . I’m the bozo who’s credited with it. No use kicking, of course … . I’d just get some other poor bastard fired, some guy with a wife and eight kids. It’s always the guys with a wife and eight kids who are doing somebody else’s work … . they’re always so scared of losing their own jobs that they can’t bear to see anyone else get in bad. So I’m even all around. I’ve been drawing my checks for a long time without doing anything, now I get sacked for the same reason. It’s uncanny.
Well, I have my walking papers, so I sit down to clean out my desk. Can’t clean out my desk … . there’s nothing in it; I never put anything there. All I really want to do is goose the snotty looking blonde who comes through the news room every now and then with her tail feathers in the air, but she’s not around.
On the street I begin to feel wonderfully exhilarated. Even though I never spent much more than an hour a day at that office I feel marvelously free of the place. I mooch along the streets wondering where I’ll go first … like a kid who’s playing hookey. It’s a fine day: I feel great… .
Suddenly I remember that I’m going to be broke when I pay my rent. Just for the hell of it I decide to go and see Sam. Sam ought to be good for some kind of a shakedown. There are a thousand things I can do for Sam. Shit, if I have to I can bounce Carl out of this phoney art racket of his, but I don’t think I’ll have to do anything like that.
I walk to Sam’s hotel, trying to figure out something to sell him. Or, maybe, I think, I ought to just tell him I’ve lost my job because I got drunk with him … . .
he’d have to support me then. Anyway, I’m not worried.
I ring the bell at his place a couple of times, but nothing happens. I’m just turning away when the door pops open and there’s Sam, wearing a union suit.
He seems to be pretty drunk … . .
“Come in … . come in … .” he shouts at me. “Do you have any friends with you? Bring them in if you have!”
He closes the door after me and picks up a bottle from a table, motioning me toward the bedroom with it.
“She’s in there,” he says to me, “Go in and fuck her… .”
I don’t know what he’s talking about until I
