Ruth's voice. The bed moving away under me, and then throwing me up again. I pulled a pillow over my head, but it was no use. I sat up. It was light outside, but the sun had not yet come up.
“Why the hell don't you come to bed?” I said. “It's almost morning.”
Jane was lying across the bed, partly on my ankles, and Ruth was bending over her.
“We're getting up,” Ruth said. “Jane doesn't think it would be nice for her to come down from our bedroom in pajamas, so we decided that we would both get up before he does.”
Then I remembered Jackson. Jane reached over and patted my prick. I had a hard on, as usual. A hard hard on.
“Don't pay it the slightest attention,” Ruth said. “He always has a hard on in the morning. Those hard ons don't really count. They don't mean anything.”
I watched her doing something to Jane's cunt. She was lifting her legs. “Oh, not there!”
“Yes, your asshole too,” Ruth said.
I saw that she had a lipstick. Jane's nipples and navel were crimson.
“Write 'MINE' on my belly, too.”
Ruth did, and then Jane took the lipstick and Ruth lay across the bed.
“It's harder to do it to yours,” said Jane. “You've got the most hair.”
“Don't forget my asshole,” Ruth said. “Do a good job on that.”
Jane giggled. I looked at her.
“I don't see how that can look accidental. I'd like to see you work that,” she said.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Jane and I are going to see who can get an improper proposition out of my father first,” Ruth said. “Youth versus experience; and I'm spotting her a part of my experience.”
“You both look enchanting,” I said. “Are you going downstairs like that?”
“Nothing so crude. This is going to be done cleverly. I might even say adroitly.”
“So I understand. You're going to show him your asshole, but in a very lady-like manner.”
“Something like that.”
“I don't think I'll stay around today. I'm going to take my lunch and go for a walk.”
Jane put on her pajamas and then she looked out the door and tip-toed out.
“Are you going to do that?” I asked Ruth.
“I don't know. I guess I am. Does it matter very much?”
“I suppose it doesn't.”
I put my head under the pillow and tried to go back to sleep, and in a few minutes Ruth came and kissed me and then went out. It was very still in the room when she had gone, and I tried very hard to go back to sleep, but I couldn't, and after I had lain there for a half hour longer I got up.
I met Jackson on the stairs as I was going down. He backed down again.
“A man outside wants to know if you want some eggs.”
“Aren't the girls around?” I said. “I haven't seen them. I just got up myself.”
“Well, I guess we want some eggs.” Afterward we found the dishes that were left from the girls' breakfast, and we started to make breakfast for ourselves.
“Let me make it,” Jackson said. “I've lived alone more than you have. I'm used to this.”
I wasn't so sure about that. We got the meal together and it all came out and was ready at the same time, which was pretty good, it seemed to me. The morning mail hadn't come, so we didn't have any paper to read.
“I was thinking of taking a little trip today,” Jackson told me. “Matter of business. Not anything that the girls would be interested in, but I thought you might want to come along with me.
I was surprised at the invitation. But I was interested in anything that had to do with Jackson's business.
“We ought to get started right away,” he said. “That is, if you're coming.”
“I'll tail along,” I said.
After we had finished our breakfast the girls still had not come back from wherever they were, so I left a note saying that we would be gone all day and Jackson rolled the Buick out of the barn and we left.
He hadn't said where we were going, and I hadn't asked. I took one of his cigars as a form of protection against the one he was smoking, and we purred along with the needle somewhere near ninety most of the time. Jackson made what talk there was, not much about himself, and I answered yes and no, and we drove like that for about two hours.
Where we were going turned out to be a resort town, a kind of miniature Saratoga, but without the spas and without the track. One of those places that, without any very definite attraction, doubles its population in the summer months. As soon as we got there Jackson forgot that he was in a hurry and we drove around and looked at a battle monument and parked for a while by the golf course and watched the play before we drove into the center of the town.
Jackson put the car in a parking lot and we walked down along the street. Then Jackson stepped into a pool room for a couple of minutes while I stayed outside wondering what this was all about, and when he came out we walked down the street some more until we came to this cigar store.
“I guess this is it,” Jackson said. We went inside and I followed him past the counter and through a small door into a back room. The clerk looked up, but he didn't say a word. Then I saw what it was back there.
“They're all the same in that back room. Blackboards on the side wall with the prices and the early results. The iron cage up front and the man with the eyeshade taking the bets. Folding chairs.
There were about twenty men in the place and almost all of them looked like people who had come up from the city on their vacations. There was a faro game going on, but the table looked pretty slow. I sat down and Jackson went up to the cage. He came back with a form sheet.
We stayed in that place for two hours before we went out to find a restaurant and have lunch, and when we were eating, Jackson showed me an envelope covered with figures showing how his play had gone. He was in about three hundred dollars.
“This morning was just for fun,” he said. “I have something big on for this afternoon. But I wish we were at the track.”
After lunch we took a walk around town and then went back to the place. There were a lot more people there then had been around in the morning.
“Why don't you try one?” Jackson asked me.
I told him that I didn't know my way around, because I had never liked the horses. But I finally picked a name and put ten dollars on it. A local fellow who looked like a factory hand or a mechanic asked me if I had ever played the horses before. When I told him I hadn't he said that he'd like to follow my play and so he went up and put ten on the same horse. In a little while the result of that race came in and we had sixty dollars instead of ten.
“Try it again,” Jackson said.
I put the sixty on the first horse on the sheet and then I looked at the odds. That horse was paying four to one. The fellow who had won with me put his money on it too.
I won two hundred and forty dollars. “Chinese money,” I said. “I might as well get rid of it.”
When the next race was over I had six hundred dollars instead of the ten I started on. The fellow who had been riding with me punched me on the shoulder.
“What's good this time, pal?” he said.
“I'm off them now,” I said. “I'm all through.”
“Well, give me a horse.” he said. “Just give me one more. I'll break the damned place!”
I nudged Jackson.
“Give him a horse,” he said.
I pointed out a name. The fellow started up to the cage and then came back.
“Christ,” he said, “you're crazy. The odds are fifty to one.”
“All right,” I said. “That's the one.”
“Fuck that nag,” he said. “I'm not betting on him.”
He sat down and didn't bet on that race. The horse came through.
“Oh Christ! Oh Jesus! How much would I have won on it that time?” the fellow said. “How much?”
“You'd have thirty grand in your pocket,” Jackson said. “If you could collect.”
“Give me a horse, will you?” I need just one more.”
“No more horses,” I said. “Hell with it.”
The fellow grabbed my coat and almost yanked me off the chair.
“God damn it!” he said. “Give me a horse.”
Jackson stood up. He touched the fellow's arm politely.
“It's all over,” he said. “Why don't you take your money now and go home or go out and spend it or something? You can do a lot with that.”
The fellow knocked his arm away, and that was a mistake, because in the next second Jackson had knocked him under the seats. A couple of men who seemed to know him set him on his feet and led him away. In a few minutes he was back.
“You won't give me a horse?”
“I don't know any goddamned horse.”
“I'll pick my own horse. This is my day. I'll break the fucking place.”
He bet on the favorite in the next race, and he had hardly laid down the money when the results came through, and the favorite didn't even place. Everybody had watched the bet, and now everybody watched the fellow walk out.
“Do you want to make some money on the race after this one?” Jackson asked me.
“Is that the one you've been waiting for?”
“That's it.”
“I think I'll sit this one out.”
Jackson had some trouble making a bet of the size he wanted. People began to whisper it around the room, and when he came back to his seat everything had stopped and they were all watching Jackson as though they thought he might be Nick the Greek or somebody like that.
In a few minutes the results came through. The cashier handed over Jackson's money without a word and we walked out.
“Was that race fixed?” I asked Jackson.
“Hell yes,” he said.
We got the car out of the parking lot and started back to the farm.
I handed Ruth the six hundred dollars, and then I remembered that ten of it was mine to begin with, so I took that back and then I changed my mind again and took another two hundred.
“Whatever I have to do for this much,” she said, “I won't. If it's worth that much to do it's too filthy for me.”
“It was a land of present,” I said. “I'm just passing some of it on.”
So I had to sit down and tell her how I had gotten it. She was disappointed.
“Is that all?” she said. “He's just a gambler?”
“I wouldn't say that he gambles, exactly.”
“No. Well, that's better. When I was small I used to think that he might be a pirate.”
Jape came into the room. I swiped at her ass as she went by, but I missed. She sat down on a low chair.
“Good god!” I said.
“Isn't it marvelous?” Ruth asked. “She's been practicing all day.”
I looked straight at Jane's rouge-reddened cunt. She crossed her legs and turned in the chair so that her weight was on one hip. Then there was just a froth of hair to be seen sticking out from under one thigh.
“That one, of course,” Ruth said, “is for parlor use only. It would be too obvious to use on, say, a street car or a park bench.”
Jane heard Jackson coming through the house. She was undecided for about five seconds, and then she pulled down her dress and sat up straight.
“You've trained her too fine,” I said.
Jackson said hello and patted Ruth's arm and took the drink she offered him. He sat down and we talked over the first drink, and then Ruth decided that she and I had something to do somewhere else and we left Jane to talk to him.
“I hope he gets the little cunt,” Ruth said. “It's time she was picked.”
“Don't I count at all?” I said. “I screwed her, I think.”
“There's a difference. You'll see. Oh, that boy called her up today, too. She wouldn't make a date with him.”
We went outside and sat on the lawn chairs under the tree in the yard.
“Living in the country wouldn't be so hard after you got used to it,” Ruth said.
“It would be all right if you could keep away from the people they grow out here,” I said.
“Would you like to live in the country all the time?”
“What are you saying?”
“I thought you might want to marry me and live here in the country. I wouldn't disgrace you. If I ever married you I wouldn't go off with somebody else the next week.”
“I don't know,” I said; “it's something I'd have to think about.”
“I don't promise anything while you're just thinking about it,” she told me.
We didn't say anymore about it, and after a while we went to have dinner inside.
Jane was excited. Jackson had gone up to dress, and the girl pulled Ruth and me out to the kitchen. She yanked her dress up in front, over her belly. Under the word “MINE” there was a big question mark, also done in lipstick.
“I wouldn't tell him who wrote that on there,” she said. “He acted kind of mad.”
Ruth sat on a chair and sat Jane on her lap. She held her dress up and slid her hands up Jane's thighs and touched her cunt.
“You're wet,” she said. “You let him feel you up, didn't you?”
Jane nodded and slid her legs apart.
“I sat on the couch, and showed him a little of my legs, just the way you said to, and he noticed it right away. Then I kept showing him a little more until I had my legs wide apart, and then he sat down on the couch with me. He did it all a lot slower than the boy who took me out the other night, and before he even had his hand on me, he had me a lot hotter than that boy got me at all. Then when he pulled my dress up and saw that word on my belly, you should have seen his face! He wanted to know where I was last night when he went to my room, and I wouldn't tell him that either. He wanted my lipstick, and when I gave it to him he put that question mark on me. But that was all that happened.”
“That was plenty for the first round,” Ruth said. “Did he say anything about me?”
“No. All that he asked that wasn't about me was if any other men besides Bill were ever around, and I said no.”
Jane slid from Ruth's lap and leaned her head on Ruth's knees. She shoved Ruth's dress up and began kissing her thighs and trying to push them apart and get her face into Ruth's cunt. Ruth shook her head, and had her get up, and then the girl turned to me.
“Not me,” I said. “I'm not mixed up in any of this business.”
“I can lay on the table, like this,” she said.
Jane lay across the table with her dress up to her ass, and showed me everything she had.
“Not for me. I'll take my turn like everybody else.”
“If it wasn't time for dinner,” Jane pouted, “I might be mad at you.”
After dinner I went upstairs and started to work over Charlie's essays again, and I got interested enough in what I was doing so that when somebody knocked on the door it had been dark for a couple of hours. I let Jane into the room, and she wanted to know if I wasn't going to come down again.
“I might,” I said. “What's going on, anything worth taking in?”
Jane said that nothing had been going on, that they had all been sitting on the porch talking and Mr. Jackson had told some funny stories. I asked her to sit down while I put things away, and she sat down without a word, and when I was ready to go down she was still sitting there quietly looking at me. I thought that she had something that she wanted to say to me, so I sat down and waited to see what it was. She got up then, and came across the room and went on her knees.
“Won't you please let me suck you?” she begged me.
I hadn't been expecting anything like that, and I didn't have any hard on for her when she opened my pants, but she didn't mind that. She went down on it as soon as she had it out, and dragging at it with her lips, and every so often letting go of my prick and sucking one or the other of my balls into her mouth, she had it getting stiff in no time. I put my hands down through the neck of her dress, and played with her tits and watched my prick getting too big for her mouth. When it got really stiff she had to let part of it slip out of her mouth, but what she was able to keep she hung onto as though it was the last cock on earth.
She stopped Frenching me after a while, and gurgled something indistinctly around my prick.
“What did you say?” I asked her.
She let go of my prick with her mouth and hung onto it with her hands. “I want him to jazz me,” she said. “Mr. Jackson. I want him to screw me, but I'm afraid to, too.”
“All you have to do is sleep in your own bed tonight,” I told her. “I'm not advising you one way or the other. I'm just telling you.”
Jane rubbed the end of my cock against the flat of her tongue. “Let's go downstairs,” she said. “Could I have one of the Scotch sodas to drink?”
“I think we both need a drink,” I said.
Jane turned on the radio while I was making drinks, and Ruth came in from the porch. The light made her blink.
“Where's Jackson?” I asked.
Ruth took a drink too. “Shut up,” she explained tenderly. “Oh, hell,” she said, after another drink, “he's out on the swing, waiting for me to come back and be felt some more.”
“Your idea or his?”
“Mine, I guess. I've been teasing him all the time you've been gone, and as soon as Jane left he started.”
I finished the third drink pretty soon, and made another round, mainly for myself I hoped.
“He just got his hands on me and went to work,” Ruth went on. “I just about had to dress all over before I came in here. And he wanted to know if I Frenched. Imagine a man asking his daughter if she Frenches!”
“And what did you tell him?”
Ruth looked a little too defiant. “I told him that I did, and I almost went down on him right then. He tried to get me to. He didn't actually ask me to, but he tried to maneuver me into it. And I think I will. I've been jerking him off already, and I think I'll suck him off too, even if he is my own father. Did you ever hear of anything so bitchy?”
“Yes,” I said, “I think I have.”
I remembered what a fellow I once knew from India told me. He played the violin. Named Satya, as I remember. He told me that in parts of India all the kids are expected to suck off the old man a little before breakfast, just for a token of respect or something. The respect part seemed all right, but before breakfast! Christ!
Jackson came in, being hearty, and I gave him a drink. Ruth took him to the couch and they sat there together and we kept drinking, and she kept edging closer to him and finally he was feeling her up a little right there. Jane came over to me and sat on my lap. A moment came when suddenly everybody was silent.
“Does anyone know any card tricks?” Jackson asked.
The liquor affected Jane quicker than the rest of us. She said that she thought she was still able to stand on her head.
“Good,” said Ruth. “You stand on your head.”
Jane put a pillow in the middle of the room and set her forehead on it, and tried to lift her legs. Her dress fell and covered her head, and we all looked at her bare legs and her ass. She fell over three times.
“I'll help you,” Ruth said.
She held Jane's legs up, but instead of helping her to balance, she patted her ass, and stabbed her finger at the other girl's cunt. Jane wriggled and tried to push her dress up and away from her face.
“I can't see anything,” Jane said.
“That's all right,” said Ruth. “We can see everything. Both of the men are looking at you. I'm going to show my father what happened to your asshole.”
She dragged Jane across the floor by the legs and held her spread toward Jackson.
“Here,” she said to him. “Get a good look at her. All evening she's been trying to show herself off to you, and she'd do this herself if she wasn't a little afraid of you.”
“She certainly allows somebody to take a few liberties,” Jackson said. “Or is it in fashion now to paint your asshole?”
“Only when it's to be shown,” Ruth said.
“What about your own ass?” Jane said.
She got away from Ruth and pulled her dress away from her face, but she didn't try to hide her pussy.
“Why don't you show your own ass?” she said.
Ruth looked at her father. Then she slowly pulled up her dress and bent over with her ass almost up to his face.
“You couldn't see that out on the swing.”
Jackson yanked open his pants and got his cock out. He pulled Ruth backward to him, and when she sat down she sat down on his cock. She jumped when it goosed her. Jackson held her and I saw her losing her balance and she sat down hard again and that time it drove into her cunt.
Jane came over to me. She watched Jackson at work on Ruth's clothes, unfastening snaps and opening things, and she went after my cock. I helped her get it out of my pants.
“Stick it in my cunt fast and jazz me like he's jazzing her.”
Jane's throat seemed to catch. She gulped down most of another drink and lifted her dress and backed up to me.
I didn't pull her onto my lap. I stood up and bent her over the arm of a chair and gave it to her that way. Her belly rubbed on the arm of the chair.
“There won't be any question mark left when I'm through screwing you,” I said.
I pinched her ass and socked it in and almost knocked the chair over. I pulled her clothes off, and then I looked over to the couch and saw that Jackson had Ruth stripped naked too. Ruth had her hands between her legs and was holding Jackson's prick and was screwing up and down on it. Her tits bounced, and she was getting everything she could out of being fucked that way.
Ruth became interested in Jane and me and stopped jazzing, but her fingers never stopped scratching between her legs.
“Could you believe that when we came here that cock-crazy cunt had only been fucked once in her life?” she asked Jackson. “Look how she's taking it!”
Jackson lifted Ruth from his lap and lay on the couch, and he held his prick in her direction and shook it.
Td rather look at you taking this one,” he said. “The French way.”
“You'd really ask your daughter to suck your prick?” Ruth said.
“I wish I had half a dozen daughters like you. I might have, at that. Might not be a waste of time to go over my trap line again.”
“You'd probably turn up more than you could use. You'd have to make some arrangement, an endless belt thing. Hundreds of them, all on their knees moving by you. But I don't suppose they'd all think it was nice to have a father who wanted to jazz them.”
“If they were all like you I'd have to jazz them, whether they liked it or not.”
Ruth began taking off her father's clothes.
“Don't forget to show her the bullet scars,” I said. “She's interested in things like that. If you had something funny growing out of your back she'd like you better.”
“What bullet scars?” Jane said. “I want to see the bullet scars.”
“Oh my god!” I said.
I let her go. She leaned over the couch with her hands behind her back. Her tits swayed out.
“That thing isn't a bullet scar,” Ruth said. “You know better than that.”
Jackson showed them the marks on his back and the one under his arm.
“Do they do anything?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” Jackson said. “When a pretty girl like you is around they do something.”
“You're fooling me,” said Jane.
He pulled her onto the couch and she sat there quietly and let him squeeze her legs. She sat stiffly straight and Jackson patted her thighs sharply and laid his hand on her belly. Ruth touched Jane's tits. Jane just watched their hands moving over her body.
Ruth grabbed her father's prick. Her hands moved, oddly automatic, like some piece of working machinery. Jane's eyes followed the jerky motion. Jackson's fingers slid to her cunt. Ruth pushed Jane, and she fell gently over on top of Jackson, her body suddenly soft.
Ruth came to me and knelt. She rested with her face in my lap, against my prick.
“You can be sore if you want to,” she said. “You have the right to be.”
“Why do you have to fuck things up? She was doing fine with me.”
“Because I'm what I am, I suppose. I want to see him jazz her. You've jazzed her before anyway.”
Jane's back was toward us. Jackson lifted her leg with his knee and he ran his fingers on her cunt. Jane rubbed against him.
Ruth took my hands from her head.
“If I French you I can't see what he's doing to her.”
“Excuse me. I'll go upstairs and read a good book. Tell me what happens.”
She dragged at my legs. “I didn't mean it that way,” she said. “I thought it would be better if you screwed me.”
Jackson and Jane were attracted by the disturbance and looked over. I sat down again and Ruth took off my clothes.
“I'll go down on you,” she said. “I don't care about seeing them.”
Her mouth dragged on my prick. I shoved her on her ass and then went after her. She planted her feet and held up her ass and I speared her.
“I'll show you how your daughter can jazz,” she said to Jackson. “I'll show you how I take a fucking.”
I ploughed her, and she slapped her hips up. She tied her legs in mine. I looked at Jackson and the girl, and they were both lying on their backs and she was jerking him off with one hand and holding his fingers in her cunt with the other and rubbing against them.
“Are you sure you didn't make a mistake when you said that she wasn't working in that whore house where you met her?” Jackson asked.
“Can't you tell that I fuck for the fun of it?” Ruth said.
Jane was enjoying everything that was happening. She laughed drunkenly.
“You know all about that, don't you Jane?” Ruth said. “Do you want to show my father what we learned to do last night?”
Jane remembered and laughed. She said that she didn't want to do that.
“Oh show me what you learned last night,” said Jackson. “What was it?”
Jane turned to Ruth.
“Do you want me to?” she said.
“I think we ought to show him.”
Jane slipped away from Jackson and crawled on the floor to Ruth and Ruth turned her ass to the girl. Jane looked over her shoulder to see if Jackson was watching and she started to suck Ruth's ass. When she stopped her mouth was smeared with red and there was lipstick on the tip of her nose.
“She did that to me too,” she said. She was defending herself against the look Jackson gave her.
“Don't you scold our Jane,” Ruth said. “She didn't learn to do that by herself. All that she learned to do by herself was what every girl has to do by herself until she learns the ropes.”
“Let's see what she learned to do by herself,” said Jackson.
“Don't you think it's a little too personal?” Ruth said.
“I don't want to do it in front of them,” Jane said. “It was hard enough to let you watch me do it.”
“What's this?” said Jackson.
“You don't suppose that she'd have any secrets from me, do you?” Ruth said. “And we had to do something while you men were away today.”
I stopped jazzing Ruth and let her get up. She started to pet Jane.
“I don't want to do it,” said Jane.
Jackson seemed to be looking for a cigar. Ruth petted Jane and Jane shook her head.
“You showed me today. And then I let you watch me do it. Don't be like that,” said Ruth.
“That was different,” Jane said.
“Then just pretend they're not here. We're alone, and you're showing me. Let your legs open and your hands will go there by themselves.”
Ruth held Jane's hand and drew it over her thighs and then the girl's and she put her other arm around Jane's waist and tugged her leg. It did not take her very long to make Jane spread and when Jane did that Ruth pushed Jane's hand over her pussy.
After a while Jane was moving her hand without Ruth's help. She rubbed the outside of her cunt with her whole hand, but she stuck the ends of her fingers inside, and while she got more excited she stuck them deeper.
In my mind I could see Jane alone in her room doing just that. I remembered what she had said in the barn, the words about not having to do it again because she would have a man to jazz her. And here she was with two men, and the men seemed to be more interested in seeing her jerk off than in jazzing her. I wondered what she thought about that.
Ruth went to the mantel piece and took one of the thick ornamental candles out of its holder. She knelt beside Jane. Jane had her eyes closed and did not know at first what it was that Ruth was pushing between her legs. Ruth put the end of the candle into Jane's cunt and twirled it. Jane grabbed it and looked down.
Ruth whispered something in Jane's ear. Jane threw her head back and jazzed herself with the candle. She spread plenty and lifted her ass and showed us how she was sticking it in and out of her cunt.
Jackson sat up and looked at Ruth.
“Let me see you do that,” he said.
“Are you shocked, father?” Ruth said.
“Let me see you do that.”
Ruth turned over on her back and opened her legs and spread her cunt. She stuck her fingers into herself and then reached toward Jane and jammed at Jane with the candle. She finally bent over Jane and stuck the thing into her mouth like a prick and she worked it back and forth by first shoving it into Jane's cunt with her tongue and then sucking it out again.
“Aren't I awful?” she said.
She took the candle out of Jane and stopped jerking off and licked the candle before putting into her own cunt. Jane started to get up. Ruth caught her.
“You're not going away before I French you a little, are you?” she asked.
Jane sat down with her. Ruth stuck the candle into herself and closed her legs to keep it there. She lay with her face in Jane's lap and licked her pussy and put her head through Jane's legs and started on her ass. Jane lay on one side and held one cheek of her ass up so that Ruth could get at her better.
“By god!” Jackson said, “I wish I'd come to visit you sooner!”
“If you'd come a few days ago you'd have found me with a houseful of fairies,” Ruth said. “I had the most marvelous time.”
Jackson dove at her so quickly that Jane flinched. He pulled his daughter's legs apart and yanked the candle out of her cunt. She looked up, but he shoved her head back between Jane's thighs and held it there while he stabbed his prick at her. He began to give it to her hard. Jane wanted to get away. Ruth looked at me, her mouth wet and sticky.
“For god's sake, give her your prick to suck on, will you? I can't let her go now.”
Out of the tangled bodies Jane's hands reaching toward my prick, and then her mouth, noisily grabbing. She was after me, as hot to French me as Ruth was to French her. She stuffed her mouth with hair and then picked a spot on my belly and sucked that before she really took my prick.
Ruth didn't stay quiet very long.
“We have a lot of things to do tonight,” she said. “They might not get done if you shoot now.”
“I can christen every damned bed in the house,” Jackson said. “Tonight.”
“I'll take your word for that,” said Ruth. “But just the same, wouldn't you like to have somebody go down on you before you shoot?”
Jane pulled close to me and put her arms around me. She was staying where she was.
Ruth put her mouth close to her father's prick. Her tongue stabbed at the tip of it.
“Ruth,” he said, “if you do that I won't take any responsibility for what happens.”
“I'll take the responsibility and anything else you can give me. Stick the damned thing in my mouth and let me worry about the rest.”
She started to lick his cock, but she didn't do that for very long because Jackson took her offer and crammed it in. She grabbed his prick and was jerking him off when he shot, and even though she had trouble getting it all down fast enough, and it was easy to see that he had given her an awfully big haul, she didn't stop jerking him off until he was clean and finished.
“There,” she said, “I've done it. I've sucked off my old man. What do you think of me as a cock-sucker, father?”
Jackson rubbed the sweat from his forehead and licked his dry lips. “I think I need a charge,” he croaked. The bottle didn't hold enough for a decent drink. He set it down and looked back at Ruth in a way that made me think that he was trying to believe that it all happened and then he went out to get another bottle.
Jane was not Frenching me so hard now. She was really just playing with my cock in her mouth, not trying to make me blow off. Ruth sat down and licked her mouth and watched us.
“Do you want me to help you, Jane?”
“You go away,” Jane said. “You have one man, and you can keep him.”
“Do you know what I think I'll do?”
“No, and I don't give a damn what you think you'll do,” I said.
“I think Jane would like to see this,” Ruth said. “She might like to try it too.”
She disappeared for a few minutes. I took Jane to the couch and we lay there Frenching each other when Ruth came back. Ruth had the handful of pictures she had given to Jane and she dropped them on the table.
“I'm all ready,” she said. “But I can't sit down anyplace.”
She turned her back to us. Her ass was shiny between the cheeks.
Jackson came in with the bottle. He stood holding his glass and then he saw the pictures and picked them up.
“Just a few candid shots,” Ruth said. “I don't photograph very well.”
Jackson looked at all of the pictures.
“Father,” Ruth said, “look at what I've done. See this.” She bent over and touched the floor with her ass toward Jackson. “I greased my ass hole so that you could bugger me,” she said.
“I don't understand you. I don't understand,” Jackson said. He sat shaking his head. Ruth stood in front of him and almost threw it in his face.
“I thought you liked to jazz me.”
“The way you young girls act. It's almost frightening.”
“Haven't girls always been buggered?” Ruth said. “Don't tell me that you never shoved your prick up a girl's ass!”
“You ought to be shocked at the proposal of such a thing,” he said.
“But do it after a few more drinks and the right kind of persuasion. Why? All right, if that's the way you want me to do it, go ahead and ask me and I'll be shocked for a few minutes.”
Ruth began running her tongue up and down his thigh and then she stuck it on his balls. Jackson suddenly picked her up and put her across the arm of his chair. He goosed her with his cock a time or two and then he speared her good. He just about lifted her over the chair.
“I guess he did shock her,” Jane said.
Ruth recovered some of her breath, but none of her dignity. She looked as awkward as I had ever seen her, and Jackson didn't give her a chance to get set. He had her grabbing at the air most of the time, and she was kicking wildly and jumping each time that he socked into her. He jazzed her like that until she commenced to yell for him to stop and he kept it up until she stopped yelling, and he didn't let her up once during that time.
He went to his clothes and got a handkerchief and threw it to her.
“Wipe that stuff off your ass,” he said.
“Yes sir,” said Ruth. She cleaned the grease from her ass and then wiped it from his prick.
“What you need is discipline,” he said.
“Oh bullshit,” I said.
“You could both put your pricks in me and discipline me that way,” Ruth said. Jane held me tightly.
“Don't count on me for anything,” I said to Ruth. I got on top of Jane and she spread her legs for me and I was glad to go after her and forget about Ruth and her old man for a while. I gave her my prick and she gave back and the temperature of the room seemed to go up about ten degrees.
“I don't think I want to have Ruth's father jazz me,” Jane whispered. “I think he's awful.”
“Remember that,” I said.
Jane squeezed me with her legs and pushed around under me. She heaved her belly up and snuggled her pussy against me and I knew that this one wasn't going to last much longer for me. My prick was burning, and the fact that her cunt was pouring didn't help much because what it was pouring felt as though it was boiling, and I was digging almost to the top of her belly when I jammed my cock in.
“Hold it that way when you shoot,” Jane said. “Please?”
“I'm liable to climb in after it,” I said.
That made her laugh, and her tits jumped on my chest and her belly panted, and inside her cunt there were all sorts of impossible things happening. She was still laughing and they were still happening when I shot, but as soon as Jane got a load of jism in her belly she stopped laughing and jazzed for all she was worth. She bounced and jiggled and I kept shooting it into her and then she came, kicking and jerking like a calf that is being castrated. I emptied myself into her, and she went soft and limp along with my prick.
“How soon can you screw me again?”
I leaned on my elbow. Jane was looking at my prick and shaking it. She gathered it in her fist and let it slip through her sweating fingers.
“Why don't you ask Jackson to jazz you? He'd be glad to do it.”
Jackson and Ruth were on the floor and Ruth was wrapped around him so that she could lick his ass while he Frenched her. His prick looked enormous, and I thought vaguely of what psychological lack it is in men that makes every other man's cock look bigger than their own. I have noticed that all men apparently have a set personal conviction that, sexually, they're not up to standard.
“I'd rather not. What I'd like to do is go someplace with you and not be where they are anymore. Like when we were in the barn.
Something told me that she meant it. “We'll go someplace,” I said.
Ruth and her father paid us little attention and we picked up our clothes and went out of the room without saying what we were going to do.
“Where shall we go?” Jane said.
“Your room is all right,” I said.
When we were in Jane's room I thought about it a minute and then I locked the door. Jane put her clothes on the chair and I put my clothes with them and then I sat on the edge of the chair and watched her climb into the bed.
“I have been here before,” I said.
“What did you say?” Jane asked.
“Nothing. Not a thing.”
She curled on the bed and smiled at me. I looked at her gravely, my mind prowling back to the night when I had crept to this room and had been there with her in the night. I was going to tell her about that, but I thought that I probably could not make myself understood. Jane curled and smiled. “I like you,” she said.
I lit a butt and gave it to her and she smoked awkwardly. We heard Jackson's voice, and then came Ruth's laugh, and after that the sound of something falling.
“I'm afraid of her the way she is tonight,” Jane said. “It was all right when there were only the three of us.”
“Nothing can happen to you that you don't want to happen to you. She wouldn't hurt you. She likes you a lot.”
“I'm not afraid of her that way. I know that she wouldn't hurt me, really.”
Jane's bed was against the wall, and she sat up Indian fashion with her back resting on the wall. She put the soles of her feet together and squinted one eye while the smoke curled from the cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth.
“Tell me about what you do in the city,” Jane said. “Do you and Ruth stay together in the city?”
She no longer called us Mr. and Mrs. March. I suppose that Ruth had told her that we were not married.
“Sometimes we stay together,” I said. “Sometimes she is with someone else and then I am with someone else or I am alone.”
Jane plucked at one crimsoned nipple. “Do you have a girl to work for you in the city?” she asked.
“No. We're usually too poor to afford one, even if we had a place big enough to require a girl.”
“When you go back-if you know anyone who wants a girl to work for them-will you write to me and tell me about it? It doesn't matter how much they wanted to pay.”
I took a saucer for an ashtray and got onto the bed beside Jane. “What is it?” I said. “Why do you want to go to the city? Don't you like it here?”
Jane touched my shoulder and we leaned together against the wall. She wormed one finger like a hook and pulled my prick and my balls from where they were hiding between my thighs.
“It isn't that I don't like it here. I like it here now, but I won't like it when you go away. I won't be able to stand it when you aren't here to screw me and when I can't go to bed with you and Ruth anymore. I want to go with you when you go away. I'll work. I'll get a job someplace and I won't bother you at all if you will just come and see me sometimes. And if Ruth is with someone else, sometimes I could come and stay with you until she comes back.”
“How long have you had that idea?” I said. “Does Ruth know about it?”
“You're the only one I've told about it. Can I do it?”
“It's something to think about,” I said.
She didn't continue, and in a minute she smashed her cigarette in the saucer and rolled into my arms. Her hands roved down my belly and she grabbed my nuts. Her mouth followed her hand and I looked down at her licking my prick.
“What makes a man's cock get hard?” Jane wanted to know.
I told her what, and she thought it was wonderful and wanted to know if I didn't think it was wonderful, too, and I told her that it had done that ever since I could remember.
“And do all of those things happen just because you see a woman someplace? That's the most wonderful thing I ever heard.”
“Suppose we go to bed,” I said. “That would be pretty wonderful wouldn't it? Did you ever sleep with a man? Forgetting last night, of course.”
“You mean just the two of us sleep here together? I never did that. But what about Ruth? I don't want her to be mad with me.”
“I guess her father can keep her busy. Let's go to bed. It's fun that way.”
We slid under the covers together and Jane put her head on my arm and shoved herself against me. She stuck her pussy against my thigh and tied my legs together with hers, and it seemed like the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. I faced her and stuck my cock on her belly and my chest into her tits and she seemed warm and alive, and the good cunty smell of her was nice.
“It's nice to have somebody for yourself, isn't it?” Jane said. “Like this, when you get tired of the party.”
“It's about the nicest thing there is,” I said. “I'm glad you know that.”
Jane pushed my cock into her pussy and stuck it against her cunt. I eased it in, taking plenty of time because there wasn't anything to be in a hurry about, and she wiggled around on the bed until I had her good.
Ruth liked to be jazzed fast and hard and a little roughly, but Jane didn't like it as much that way as when I took it easy. It was all the same to me. I suppose that there is a time, or perhaps many times, in everybody's life, when violence is exciting but I had gotten over that, and there was as much excitement in lying curled up with that girl and sliding my cock softly in and out of her cunt as there would have been in jazzing someone who fought and raised hell every other minute.
“This is swell,” Jane said.
Ruth came banging on the door. She rattled the knob and whistled.
“I want to stay here,” Jane said.
“Go away,” I called. “We're tired of that old stuff. Come back tomorrow.”
“Come on out,” said Ruth. “Free Frenching for everybody. Little Ruthie is going to go down on everybody in the house, just like in the old days. Come on, the chance of a lifetime.”
Jane laughed but she stayed where she was. I was glad of that. “She's funny,” Jane said.
“Jane says don't be funny,” I called.
“All right, I'll see you tomorrow,” Ruth said. “Have a good time. Don't forget to get some sleep too.”
“You have a good time too,” Jane called.
She lowered her head to the pillow. I jazzed her softly for a long time before we came, and then I shot warmly into her cunt. She fell gently, and almost immediately, to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up, Jane and Ruth were already down in the kitchen drinking coffee.
“Where's Jackson?” I asked Ruth.
“He got a call in the middle of the night and left right away. Said he had a big deal in the works and that he gave you a box he wanted me to have.”
Jane started to fix some eggs while I went up to the attic to retrieve the box. I had had a good idea of what Jackson left so I wasn't too surprised when Ruth pried open the lid to find nine thousand dollars in cash.
“Well, Bill it looks as though Jackson enjoyed his visit an awful lot,” Ruth said.
“He seemed pretty happy last night.”
“Does this mean that you two are going to go back to the city?” Jane asked nervously.
“Not without you,” laughed Ruth. “Not without our little flute girl.”