the hole!”
“And you'll be happy?”
“Oh, yes! Yes! And another thing… I want him to make love to you in front of me and then I want him to make me get underneath you two. You'll be his mistress and I'll be his whore. And then you'll see how much I want his prick! But even so I'll put it into your body myself, and I'll lick his balls while he's cornholing you, and then I'll… I'll do the two things…”
“Tell us what you'll do in a loud voice.”
“I'll suck his dick afterwards without cleaning it, and then you can shit his come out into my mouth! Oh, mama! Mama! Why can't I come?”
I knew why all right and the whole purpose behind the scene became suddenly clear when, with a quick spontaneous movement, Charlotte threw herself around and jammed her head between Teresa's thighs as if she were looking there for her own pleasure. It was obvious that Teresa had known what was coming.
“Me first?”
“Yes, right away!”
“What about the thing I brought in for you?”
She unfolded the paper and took out the object that she had gone into her room looking for such a short time ago: a dildoe, large, well-worn, and stained.
Charlotte laughed, and the laugh halted her crisis for a moment. She turned towards me and said, but in the gayest and most natural voice, as if it were the simplest thing in the world to do: “Cornhole mama.”
Teresa didn't protest.
“Cornhole mama,” she repeated. I'll eat her out at the same tune, and then afterwards I'll suck your dick. I want your come and hers and if I get them both I'll be the happiest of the three of us.”
Since she was silent for a moment awaiting my reply, Teresa said, “Look at this big booby crossing his legs because he's shot six wads and can't get another hard-on.”
“Try not to get an erection for my cunt, so try not to get one for my ass either.”
Even in the face of her mocking voice, I hesitated to say that the little scene which she and Charlotte had just performed had cooled me off much more than it had tempted me. I kept my mouth shut because my temptress was deliberately defying me. Teresa had done practically nothing to awaken my loins, but she attracted them with her cunt, as she had said, and with a science that I can only call remarkable.
In fact she soon had me back into a state of excitement, which, when she became aware of it, in turn had Charlotte trembling with passion. It would have given her less than half as much pleasure if I had taken her instead of taking her mother in front of her.
“My tongue first,” she cried. “Look! Look how I can cornhole mama with my tongue! Now give me your prick, I'll open her buttocks… Ha! Ha! I told you that I earned my living with my asshole, but no! I'm even lower than that! I'm the kind that is only good for licking asses and opening the cheeks of a woman when you're getting set to cornhole her! That's the kind of woman I am!”
Then, since Teresa turned towards me while she was opening her thighs for her daughter's mouth, Charlotte, getting more and more excited, said, “You want to say something mama? You want to say something? I know him. He won't say anything… and I, I can't. So say something. Keep talking all the time or I'll quit and beat myself off.”
Teresa must have been used to this caprice of her daughter's because she began to speak and never stopped for an instant.
“Quick, your tongue! And I absolutely forbid you to beat yourself off while you're sucking me. What are you doing attacking my snatch like that? You want me to start coming in fifteen seconds? What's wrong, you have another customer waiting behind the door that you haven't finished sucking yet, whore? Don't press so hard. Lick my lips, you can return to the snatch when I tell you.”
She shot me a glance that said, “That's how you have to talk to her!” and continued without stopping:
“What rottenness this girl is! There are children you nurse at the breast with milk, but I nursed her at my ass with come. And now that she's twenty years old she still sticks her tongue into my behind. How could such a slut ever have come from my pussy?
“Who could you do the things to that I've done to you? I come into your lover's room, I take him away from you right under your eyes, and in the same bed while he's making me wet myself you come and lick my ass. You're lower than any whore I've ever seen! Even a procuress wouldn't do the things you do!
“You're mad, too! You spend your days beating yourself off in front of your sisters and crying that it's too bad to have so many lesbians in one family and even then you wind up coming all by yourself. And tonight you finally found a prick that could make you come! Now look where it is! It's in my ass right up to the root, and the only thing you have left is the balls to lick.
“Your tongue on my snatch now, dirty little lecher. But not so fast! Slow down! Your lover is cornholing me very nicely and I don't want to come before he does… What's wrong now? You thinking of the come that I'm going to piss into your mouth, sow? And it makes you tremble? If I were on you you'd see how I'd scrape your hair. I'd show you how to lick an ass! Go now! Go ahead! You can have my damned come if you want it! But it isn't for you that it's flowing, it's because of your lover's prick! Oh, it's his cock that's driving me crazy! Faster your tongue…! Faster! Ah! Again! There where you are! Ah! Slut! Slut! Ah! He's fingering my teats while he cornholes me…! And what a whore this Charlotte is when she's thirsty! Are you kissing his balls? Is that what's making him so hard way up inside me? Ah, you little… Oh, you're making me come too! Go ahead then, take it! There it is! There's my come for you! Wash your face in it you dirty little bitch! whore! slut! fairy! cocksucker!”
And Charlotte, already drunk with what she had swallowed, “washed her face in it,” as her mother put it, and what followed I was too worked up to prevent. I would have liked to have missed the whole thing after that, and even as it was it all seemed like a dream or a hallucination.
I lost and regained consciousness before it happened, and as I re-opened my eyes I saw Chariot kneeling, holding out her cupped hand… I can't finish the sentence. She was triumphant; she was crazed; she cried out to her mother: You see!” You see!”
And then she licked her hand clean with her tongue before returning once again to Teresa.
She shook her head and cried again, “Your come, mama! The come that you have left in your ass! Shit it into my mouth while I finger myself in so he can call me a slut when I come.
“In front of him?” teased Teresa.
“Yes! Yes! In front of him! Fill my mouth,” cried Charlotte, looking at me with haggard eyes.
A person crazed by love is the most tragic sight of which the mind can conceive. Where is the man so gross that he doesn't shudder at the obscene songs of Ophelia? And what other man or woman could fail to understand why, in the middle of the following scene, I suddenly saw my face as white as a shroud in one of the room's mirrors?
I'm trying to re-order my memories…
Teresa was more worried about me than about her daughter, and without listening to my feelings, said in a low voice, “Well? You saw that? Eh? Well go ahead and tell her that you saw… No? Why not? You came didn't you? Can't you see what this means to her? If she disgusts you, say so: it'll excite her.”
Excite her! 'The girl was already half crazed with excitement!
Standing, Charlotte stuck the dildoe into her behind and began working it with her left hand while she beat herself off in front with her right. She had her legs spread and her stomach working like a young madwoman masturbating herself in front of an unknown visitor to her cell; that it to say that she was using her finger, facing me directly, with an expression combining impudence and unhappiness on her face.
When I was fifteen I saw… I'm telling this to try to put off the end of this horrible narrative a little… I saw a girl fingering herself in a garden once, and she was facing me in the same position, but gayly, mockingly. I didn't know at the time that it was a gesture of the mad. I know it now.
Charlotte, still standing, still with her finger in her cunt, was spouting filth in a jerky, staccato voice. I'll let them pass. She finished like that.
“For two hours I've felt like… He doesn't want… My month disgusts him… Show him, mama… How I could have taken it under him… The way I learned… without staining anything.”
When I heard those miserable words “The way I learned… without staining anything…” But why emphasize
