Jane was very quiet when we went down to breakfast in the morning.
“How do you feel today?” Ruth asked her.
“All right, I guess,” she said. “I'm sorry if I did something wrong last night, Mrs. March. I never drank anything before except a glass of wine once.”
Ruth said that was all right, but she told her that it wouldn't be a good thing to talk about. I asked her if she remembered going to bed. The last thing she remembered was being on the couch.
“I thought you had to put me to bed,” she said to Ruth. “I felt awful about that.”
“No,” Ruth said. “You went to bed.”
The girl brightened up then. She went to the kitchen for another glass of water and we ate breakfast, and there was milk and there were eggs, just as Ruth had said there would be. So that part of it was what I expected. I drank several glasses of the milk.
“I have an idea bothering me again,” Ruth told me. “I think I'll work today. What are you going to do?”
I didn't have anything to do, so after breakfast I went for a walk. I walked down the road and saw a little green snake and then I walked back to the house. When I walked into the driveway I heard someone in the barn trying to start the car. It was Jane. She had a list of things Ruth wanted from the store.
I got behind the wheel, and after I had worked on it for a while the engine came to life.
“I haven't anything to do,” I said. “I might as well drive you to the store.”
Perhaps I expected that the girl would say something or do something while we were driving those five miles. What she really did was to point out places and things that she thought might interest me. They didn't, and what she had to say was so unimportant that I can't remember it. I didn't mind that. I've never criticized a woman for keeping quiet about what she knew.
There was a little library in the town, and while Jane was in the store I went in there and looked around. I finally found something of Blake's that I liked, and I took that. The man who had charge of the library showed me the card that was in the book. It had been out once eight years before, and then it had been out six times in the last month.
“That's the way it goes,” he said. “It's funny, isn't it? It's always like that.”
I told him that it was funny and then I went back to the car. Jane said that she liked to drive, so I let her drive us home.
In the afternoon Ruth was tired of working, and she decided that she would like to go swimming. She asked Jane if the pond on the farm was deep enough to swim in, and Jane said that it wasn't but that there were some places along the creek where people went swimming.
“You'll have to go with us to show us where,” Ruth said.
She and I had suits with us, but Jane didn't have any. I said that we could buy one, but Ruth suggested that we look around the house first, so we did that, and we finally did find a suit in with some old clothes in a closet. Moths had been in it, and some of the holes were pretty big, but Jane said that she thought she could wear it. We told her to try it on, and we went into our room and put on our suits and our clothes over them.
The suit was too small for the girl. It had evidently been used by a small girl, and there was no room in it for a pair of tits like Jane had. It hugged flat to her belly, and the legs were cut so high that her ass seemed bare. There was one big hole squarely over her pussy, and Jane must not have noticed that. Her hair stuck out of it in a tuft, like a brush. We told her she looked fine in it. She did.
We drove through a lane and into a pasture to get to the creek, and I almost put the car into the creek because the brakes weren't good. We stripped to our suits and Jane led us to a place which she said was one of the biggest holes in the creek. There was a flat rock to dive from, and it looked good.
Jane dove in first, spreading her legs as she took off. It wouldn't have been called a good dive, if you were interested in that sort of thing, but from in back of her it looked as good as any dive I've ever seen. Ruth saw the expression on my face.
“No violence,” she said. “If you try to rape her I'll scream. I'll scream first and then help you.”
She dove in then. She dove better, and the indecencies of her suit were more subtle. I followed her.
Ruth played a lot in the water. She liked to duck under and get beneath me, and there were many times when what she was doing became so obvious that I knew Jane saw what she was doing. The water was very still and clear in that hole, and Jane was under the water a lot of the time too. I caught on, finally. She was going under and watching Ruth fooling around with me.
I swam to shore when I found out what Jane was doing, and I lay in the sun on the diving rock. Ruth came up and lay beside me. Jane stayed in the water, surface-diving for stones which she threw up on the bank. When she dove she tossed her ass up and out of the water and then her legs followed her under. Every time that Jane went under, Ruth would take that minute to go after my cock.
“Why didn't you fuck her last night?” Ruth finally said.
Jane came up and threw a stone on the bank and then dove again.
“When you were gone so long last night I thought that was what you had gone to do. But when you woke me up and went after me that way I knew that you hadn't done it. Why?”
“Why don't you take her to bed yourself?” I said. “Jesus, you talk about her enough of the time.”
“I might do that little thing. I'm in just the right frame of mind to try something like that.”
She waited for Jane to go under again.
“While you were gone last night I thought about that. I remembered what her cunt looked like when she was taking off her stockings, and I tried to imagine myself going down on it. I wrote a pretty good Sapphic poem today on the strength of that. You ought to read it some time.”
Jane swam tiredly in to shore and came up beside us. She lay on her belly and rested her head in her hands. Ruth looked over her wet body, at her legs beaded with drops of water, and at the almost naked cheeks of her ass. She looked at me, licking her lips suggestively, and then she laughed. “We'd better get home,” she said.
There was a fight on that night, and I had already bet some money on it before we left the city, so I tuned it in to see what was going to happen to my money. Ruth broke out the Scotch. Jane didn't think that she ought to try any.
“This is something else,” Ruth said. “Just try it. But when you think you've had enough, stop drinking it.”
At first Jane thought it tasted salty, but she learned to like Scotch and soda very quickly.
The fight lasted a full fifteen rounds, and it was a good fight, so that I couldn't even guess who got the decision until the announcement, and then I was in fifty dollars. Ruth had been to the fights, and she was interested in this one from the bell. Jane didn't seem to be interested at first, but as it went along she got almost as excited as though she had been at ringside. When the fight was over I was surprised at the amount of liquor that was gone from the bottle.
“What are you going to do, get her into a strip poker game?” I asked Ruth when Jane was out of the room for a minute.
“I'm going to seduce her,” she said. “I'll have her down on her knees licking it before the night is over.”
Jane looked a little wobbly when she came back. She sat down and blinked her eyes several times.
“I think I've had enough,” she said.
Ruth had already made three more drinks, so Jane took one of them. I was sitting on the couch, and when Ruth brought me my drink she sat down too.
“I thought you were going to seduce her, not paralyze her,” I said. “Your tactics lack finesse.”
“I've been taken in by those tactics lots of times. I should have a dollar for every time.”
“You could be taken in by a Fourth of July speech,” I said. “Have you tried reading her your poetry yet?”
“Would it be all right if I put on my morning coat?” Jane asked. I have a new morning coat, but I didn't know if I should wear it while I was working.”
She was gone for a few minutes, and then she came back wearing the morning coat. It was blue, and she looked very good in blue.
“It looks very nice on you,” Ruth said. “But you don't need clothes to look nice. You looked lovely in that old bathing suit this afternoon.”
She looked at the under side of the thing while Jane stood in front of us, and she lifted it higher and higher.
“You have such nice straight legs,” Ruth said. “Hasn't she, Bill?”
I said yes, her legs were straight.
“It should be open a little more at the throat,” Ruth said. She tugged at the zipper, which seemed to stick, and suddenly Jane was standing with her morning coat open almost to her belly.
“But not quite that much,” I said.
Jane had covered her tits with her arms, and Ruth pulled the zipper up again.
“I wonder how I would look in it?” Ruth said. “Just turn your back a minute.”
“You're crazy,” I said. “Do you think that everybody in the whole damn world is a moron?”
“You want me to try it on, don't you Jane?”
“Yes,” Jane said.
I stood up and started to get a cigarette from the table. I heard the sound of the zipper and I stopped. I remember the clock ticking in that minute. I heard a smothered moan.
I turned. They were lying on the couch, the girl naked. Ruth was holding her in her arms.
“Yes,” Jane said. “Yes.”
She put her arms around Ruth and kissed her. Ruth pressed herself close to Jane, and she ran her hand down the girl's side and along her hip. She got up and the girl watched her come to me.
“What are you waiting for?” Ruth said.
“I don't know.”
“This time I'm going to get a taste of the cunt you fuck before you get into it,” she said.
Ruth came close, wiggling her ass, and while she was against me she ran her hand down the front of my pants.
“You'd have forgotten about the radio again tonight, wouldn't you?” she said. “But you'd have fucked her this time. Well, I want to see you do it.”
She took her clothes off and she went back to Jane with a fresh drink. The girl took the drink, but her eyes watched Ruth. She looked closely at Ruth's nipples and at the word I had written on Ruth's belly. The swim had made the words faint, but they could still be read. Ruth spread the girl's legs.
“Your cunt looks good enough to eat,” she said.
Jane wanted to close her legs, but Ruth held them open and touched her cunt. She pulled the lips and opened it and closed it several times.
“Let me have a bite of it,” Ruth said.
Jane shook her head and tried to keep Ruth from doing it, but Ruth dropped her face close to the girl's cunt. After she had kissed Jane's belly several times she kissed her thighs and at last she kissed her pussy.
“I'm beginning to see what you mean, Bill,” Ruth said.
Jane, when Ruth spoke to me, took half a dozen swallows of her drink and then set it away. She kept her eyes on Ruth, not taking them away for a second. She did not try to keep Ruth from putting her face down by her cunt the second time.
“I'm afraid of you,” she said.
Ruth had just started to lick Jane's thigh, and she pulled her head up so quickly that the tip of her tongue was still sticking from the corner of her mouth.
“But I thought that you liked me!”
“I do like you. But I saw some pictures of you, and I didn't like them.”
“Oh, those damn pictures!” said Ruth.
“You looked as though you might even kill somebody if they tried to keep you from what you were doing. And you look that way now.”
“You've had boys screw you, haven't you?” Ruth said.
“One boy. I let him do it because he took me to the movies, and then he went and told all the other boys about me.”
“If you didn't feel that you would kill anybody who made him stop fucking you, he didn't do it very well,” Ruth said.
“I'm afraid of you.”
Ruth patted Jane's belly and smoothed her face against Jane's thigh.
“Try not to be afraid just for a minute,” she said. “I'm afraid too, because I never went down on a girl before, and you could choke me with your legs, but I still want to do it. Don't be afraid. Open your legs.”
She licked Jane's thighs, and then she licked her hair. Jane tried to smile back at her, but the smile was not confident. Ruth kissed the girl's hair and then her mouth sank between the girl's thighs. Jane's legs tightened, and she looked afraid, but when Ruth smiled at her she opened her legs again.
Ruth's mouth was wet and very red.
“I never tasted a cunt as nice as yours,” she said. “I've tasted a lot of cunts when I've Frenched men who have been laying some girl just before that, but none of them were this good.”
Her tongue dove into Jane's cunt again.
“I've drunk too much,” Jane said.
Ruth dragged her partly off the couch, and fell awkwardly to the floor. Half falling herself, Jane arched back and opened her legs, giving her cunt and her belly to Ruth.
The radio played wildly.
“I've drunk too much,” said Jane.
With her arms holding the girl so hard that the flesh of the girl's thighs puffed out around them, Ruth clung to Jane, and she was after her as though she had always done it, and you would have guessed only if you knew her as well as I did that Ruth had never gone down on a woman before. She fought to get her mouth into Jane's cunt, and Jane slid over the edge of the couch until she lost her balance and fell over on Ruth on the floor.
I had seen women French other women, but I hadn't seen Ruth even touch a woman before, and I was kind of surprised at the way she acted. But I was more surprised at Jane and at the matter of fact way she had of accepting what was going on. I would have been less surprised if she had screamed or fainted or at least begun to cry when Ruth went after her on the couch. I couldn't understand her being like that.
Out of the tangle of arms and legs Ruth snaked up and rubbed her face against Jane's.
Deuces, said the radio, were new ten cent cigars designed to give the utmost in smoking enjoyment at a reasonable cost. I was going to turn the radio off, but a band started to play. It wasn't a good band, but it was better than no band.
“Every night,” said Ruth, “as long as we're here, I'm going to French you.”
“Yes,” said Jane.
Ruth rubbed her cunty face on the girl's mouth. Wenching around the way I have, nothing that people do in bed surprises me, but when Ruth did that, for some reason I thought of a dumb musician I once knew in New Orleans who told me about how he took out a girl one night, and she told him she wanted to suck him off. So he said O.K. and she sucked him off. 'So then I punched her in the mouth,' he told me. 'After she sucked you off?' I asked him. So he said sure; so I asked him why. 'Oh, for being a cock-sucker'; he said.
“We'll teach each other to French,” Ruth said.
“I've drunk too much.”
When Ruth lay with her cunt by Jane's face, Jane just looked at it.
“Even your toes,” Ruth said.
She licked Jane's toes, and then she put them in her mouth, one and then the others, until she had sucked all ten of them, and she hugged the girl's feet to her face. Jane looked at her cunt, but she did nothing until Ruth drew her fingers to it. She pressed her fingers in it and put her head on Ruth's thigh. Ruth touched Jane's cunt and licked it.
“Touch mine with your tongue. We'll teach each other,” Ruth said.
I remembered the little snake I had seen. His tongue had flicked out quick and ruby-red, and Jane flicked her tongue out like that. Ruth got to her feet.
Ruth stood queening. Jane, on her knees, swayed forward, and her head rested on Ruth's thighs.
“French me,” Ruth said.
The girl threw her head back and sucked.
“My little drunken Sapphic flute girl,” Ruth said. “I shall give her a mirror of burnished copper, and a carved olive box of trinkets.”
She looked triumphantly at me.
“I'll let you wear my new morning coat,” Jane said to Ruth.
“Do you remember something Catullus wrote about some Roman soldiers who came and killed the lover of a flute girl and then fucked her?” Ruth asked me.
“I remember it,” I said.
“They told her she must learn to play a new flute and then made her go down on them.”
“I said I remembered it.”
“You don't have to snap at me. Bill, give my little flute girl a new flute to play.”
Jane did not turn her head away when she saw me coming toward her. But she was unsteady by herself, and she caught herself with her hands to keep from falling to the floor when Ruth went away from her. She started to crawl to the couch.
“She wants another drink,” Ruth said.
“I've drunk too much,” said Jane.
I lifted her and then changed my mind and set her down again. Ruth sat on the floor with us and held my prick in her hands while I held Jane.
“Men have too much hair,” Jane said.
“Not too much,” said Ruth.
She combed her fingers through my hair and patted it down, and then she put her face down to it and flattened it with her tongue. Everything she did she did very slowly now, and she licked my hair and then my prick. Jane watched when she did, but she did not say anything, and she did not move in my arms.
“There doesn't seem to be so much when it's wet. It was just fluffy,” Ruth said.
I hugged Jane's tits against my chest, and they were tense and sharp-pointed, with nipples not so large as, but harder than Ruth's. When I moved back so that I could support myself on the couch I let Jane slip partly through my arms, and she lay with some of her weight on me and some of it on Ruth, and both of us made love to her. I was almost as interested in watching Ruth loving her up as I was in jazzing her myself, but I could not understand the strange way the girl had, and that annoyed me. Call it snobbery. If there was to be detachment, I wanted it to be my detachment. If anybody was making a social study, that was supposed to be me.
Ruth speared the girl with her fingers, and then I pushed my fingers into Jane's cunt. We took turns at jerking her off, and sometimes we did it together. It was very exciting, doing it together, and eventually Jane began to feel our excitement and be part of it herself.
“Hold your fingers this way,” Ruth said.
She showed Jane how to hold my prick when she jerked me off. Both of them held my prick, and I put one hand on Ruth's pussy and one on Jane's. They were sticking their fingers into each other's cunts, and it all began to seem badly mixed up.
“You mustn't be bashful about doing anything you want to do,” Ruth said.
“I'm not bashful,” Jane said.
She kept one hand around my prick and her other on Ruth's cunt.
“Go down on him. Put his cock in your mouth and suck it,” Ruth said.
Jane did nothing.
“Or I'll do it myself.”
Ruth stuck the end of my prick in her mouth. Her teeth knifed over it, and she sucked hard. Jane let go of my prick and Ruth stopped Frenching.
“There was something on the end of it,” Jane said. “It seemed to be coming out of it.”
“And it tasted good, like your cunt.”
Jane did nothing, and did not say anything.
“Why the hell won't you go down, you cunt?” Ruth said.
Jane looked at the hand that Ruth had yanked back to my cock and was cruising around it.
“Ever since we came here you've been watching him with that hungry calf look of yours, and now that I'm helping you to get what you want, you act this way! What's wrong with you?” Ruth shouted.
“Will you shut up?” I said.
Jane looked stubborn. Ruth chewed her under lip. Then she patted the girl's arm.
“All right,” said Jane.
“I'm silly,” Ruth said.
“All right.”
Ruth held Jane's head between her crooked arm and her body and held my cock in her other hand. The lipstick which Ruth had put on my cock was still there, making the end a lot redder than the girl's lips.
Jane's lips, which were slightly parted, did not open more nor close, and Ruth pushed her down until they touched my prick, but still they did not move one way or the other.
Ruth tapped my prick upon Jane's mouth, and she rubbed it from one corner to the other. I saw Jane's lips moisten first with the stuff that came from my cock and then with her saliva. The end of my prick pushed her lips back from her teeth.
Jane took the end in her mouth the way Ruth had done, but after a moment she took more of it. Her tongue moved slowly around my prick. She held my balls after Ruth put them into her hands, and slipped them about in my scrotum. Her eyes closed.
“If you shoot now I'll shoot you,” Ruth said. “What kind of an asshole do you think I am?” I asked.
“You have a delightfully refreshing sense of morality. Old New England stock, I suppose?”
She pushed Jane over and I turned on my side and kept giving it to the girl. Ruth got behind me and put her head between my legs. Jane jerked away. Ruth laughed.
“It's all right,” she said. “There's plenty of room for both of us, and you might as well see how it's done, because someday you may be glad to share a man with another girl.”
“Sure,” I said. “That's all right.” Jane waited to see what Ruth was going to do. Ruth licked the bottom side of my prick several times and then she grabbed my balls in her mouth.
“Don't mind her. She's like that a lot of the time,” I said.
Jane put my prick in her mouth again, but this time before she did that she wiped the stuff from the end of it with her tongue. Because she couldn't get at my balls any longer she put her hands around my prick and jerked me off, and I wondered if I would really be such an asshole if I shot then. “That's all,” Ruth said. “What the hell,” I said.
Ruth pulled Jane away from me and held her in her arms as though I might try to steal her. She looked good enough to steal.
“I didn't like that look in your eye. Fix the radio, will you?”
The station had signed off. I got up and hunted around the dial for another station. Then I made a drink for myself and sat down by the radio and watched Ruth with the girl. Ruth had Jane on her back, and she was kneeling over her with her hands pressing down her shoulders.
“You cocksucker,” she said. She put her face close to Jane's and laughed very hard.
“You cocksucker.”
She repeated it several times.
“Cut it out, for Christ's sake,” I said.
Jane looked straight at Ruth.
“You cocksucker,” Ruth said.
“God damn it!” I shouted.
“I'm not hurting her.”
Ruth patted the girl's cheek and then she bent over her with her ass turned toward me and kissed Jane from head to feet. She looked back at me.
“She's so soft,” she said. “It's funny.”
“Christ, it's hilarious,” I said.
The radio was fading and I turned it up and then down again. I got another station.
Ruth folded Jane in her arms and socked it up to her. She got her legs between the girl's and jazzed. She stopped after a couple of minutes, and they rubbed their pussies together. Jane started to say something, stopped, turned her head to one side, and Ruth bent close to her.
“What?” she said. “What did you say?”
The girl said something.
“Say it louder, I want him to hear it.”
The girl looked at me. What she said she said to me, very slowly and distinctly.
“May I French you again, Mrs. March?”
Ruth walked upward on her hands and knees and sat lightly on Jane's face and Jane twisted her head around to get her mouth on the part of Ruth's cunt that she wanted. Ruth slid her ass forward and backward and the girl sucked her, this time showing that she liked it.
“Would you like to have those pictures of me?” Ruth asked the girl.
Jane wiped her face with her hand and then licked all around her lips. She nodded.
“That's fine,” I said. “Is that why you had to have them back?”
“She'd like to have them. I'm not afraid of her having them, because it will only be a matter of time before her mother or someone finds them and burns them. And then, Jane, you'll probably get a thrashing. Do you want them that badly?”
“I'm too big to be thrashed,” Jane said. “I'm eighteen years old.”
Ruth sat cross-legged, with her hands at her cunt. She pinched up tufts of hair and squeezed drops of saliva and juice from them.
“I'll give you the pictures,” she said. “You can show them to your friends and tell them that you knew the woman who did all those dirty things, and never tell them that you did some of those dirty things yourself.”
“I wouldn't tell anybody that,” said Jane.
“Oh yes you would. It doesn't matter. I don't expect people to be anything but people.”
“I'd keep the pictures for myself.”
“Some boy will steal them from you someday. Don't be angry with the boy when that happens.”
“My god, cut out the cracker barrel philosophy,” I said. “Give them to her or don't give them to her, but stop lecturing.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I'll fuck you.”
“All right. Watch this, Jane. Anybody can look at pictures, but it isn't every day that you can watch people actually jazzing.”
She vaulted onto me when I was close enough, winding her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I had my cock in her before we got to the couch. I dropped her back on it and went at her, socking it to her hard and not holding back at all, and I knew from the way she took it that she was ripe.
Jane sat in the middle of the floor watching us. When I looked at her she was smoking a cigarette, the first one that I had seen her smoke, and I hoped that it wasn't her first, because of all things that might have happened, for her to get sick then would have been the worst.
“It won't be long,” Ruth said. “God, what a cock you have!”
“Don't try to make it long. I'm going to jazz her too.”
“Toby kept asking me about your prick. When he tried to jazz me that was all he talked about.”
“I told you I didn't want to hear anymore about that bunch of nancies. Christ, stop talking about the ones that weren't any good and think about the one that is. You'll be in a pathological ward.”
“I'll be in heaven.”
I speared her so hard that my balls hurt, and I almost shot. I waited and did squares from two until the numbers got too big to remember.
“Oh,” said Ruth.
She seemed to be looking at Jane. I looked at the girl but didn't see anything. “Oh!”
She said it louder the second time, and when she began kicking at me I knew what it was. She got my prick out of her cunt, but I threw it back in and ducked my head under her arm to keep my face away from her nails.
“Give it everything you've got. You can make as much noise as you want to out here,” I said.
But she didn't make a sound, and in a minute her body relaxed. It was like feeling something die when what she felt went out of her. It was like holding a balloon and letting the air go out of it.
“If I start to smell funny in three days you'll know that that killed me,” Ruth said.
I eased her back on the couch and stood looking at Jane. The girl looked at my cock. Ruth caught my hand.
“It wouldn't be right to go to her stinking of another woman,” she said. “She's just a girl, and it might do something to her.”
“Yes, I noticed how careful you were not to injure her delicate sensibilities.”
“You're a man, and you can't feel what I mean. I'm going to French you before you jazz her.”
Ruth sucked my prick, making her mouth very wet and forcing the saliva around with her tongue. Then she smelled of me.
“I can't smell anything except just at first, but I guess it's all right,” she said.
I went to Jane, who had been watching all this, and I took her cigarette and threw it into an ashtray. She seemed to move away when I sat down on the floor with her.
“Don't you want me to jazz you?” I said.
She looked at Ruth, but Ruth didn't help any. Someone on the radio commercial laughed fiendishly and a gong was struck. Jane hugged her shoulders uneasily.
“Say something,” I said. “If you're afraid of me and say so I won't touch you.”
“Bull,” Ruth said.
“Keep out of this,” I said.
Jane looked at my prick and then she looked at her pussy. She looked at Ruth once more.
“Yes,” she said.
“My little sapphic flute girl,” Ruth said sadly. “Oh gone, and by the wind grieved, ghost come back again.'”
The girl's body was quick, and when I got her she grabbed my cock and put it between her open thighs. But as soon as the end pushed in she took her hands away from it and waited for me to do whatever was to be done next, and I liked that and I was very careful about putting it in.
It was all as good as it could have been, and it was really a lot better than I had expected it to be. I had thought that with Ruth there the girl might be tense, and not very good, but she was wonderful. She wasn't as clever as Ruth about a lot of it, but the very lack of cleverness helped to make it good. Her cunt was pretty small once I really got into it, and at first that bothered me a little, but when I had jazzed her a little while and her cunt softened up and got juiced up everything was just fine.
“This is better than the first time,” she said. “He hurt me, and we were afraid someone might come and find us.”
Ruth got off the couch and came over.
“I've never seen anything prettier,” she said. “And not every woman could say that at a time like this. I'm being very gallant.”
“Don't bother us,” I said.
That was when Jane laughed. She really laughed then, and I looked at Ruth in some surprise.
“She's going to be nice,” Ruth said. “Give her a little time and she'll be the kind who has men joining the Foreign Legion. She'll be the girl men think about when they're jazzing their wives.”
I pulled my prick out of Jane's cunt and wiped it on her belly. She put it back in.
“Wiggle your ass,” Ruth said. “Ummm! What do you like best about her, Bill?”
“Her tits.”
“Not her cunt?”
“You don't like or dislike a cunt. It's there. It's a face.”
“I see what you mean. She does have nice tits. Do you know that my tits were just like this when I was fourteen? And nobody ever got at them until you came along.”
“They're all right,” I said.
“What do you think about it, Jane?” Ruth said. “Aren't you glad that you tried the Scotch?”
“I like it,” Jane said. “I'm glad that I drank those drinks and that all this happened.”
“We'll make a slut of you,” Ruth said. “We'll impair your morals the way mine have been impaired. It's marvelous. Wait until he shoots and you get his jism in your belly, then you'll see.”
I shoved my prick all the way in, and while it was in I felt the girl's ass and pinched her cunt. I realized then how big my prick must seem to her.
“It's marvelous now,” said Jane. “You can do anything if it's all as marvelous as this.”
“I can see right now that we've started something,” Ruth said. “You're going to be like me. I practically stand on my head sometimes when I'm trying to get a man interested in jazzing me.”
I started to shoot, and when it happened I banged my cock in and let it go off as deep in Jane's cunt as I could. Jane looked startled, and she started to say something but found herself stuttering. She did not fight, like Ruth. She clung very close and said she loved me.
Afterward Ruth and I had to help her to bed and she was really asleep before we covered her.