“Write CUNT on me,” Ruth said.
“Balls,” I said.
“All right. That too.”
I tossed the lipstick away and made a grab for her. I got her down and shoved the end of my cock against her mouth until her mouth was smeared with the lipstick and wet with the stuff that was coming out of my cock. Smeared like that it made her mouth look bigger, and slack. I shoved my prick and watched her suck it.
“I ought to make you lick all of that stuff off,” I said. “Haven't you ever heard of the awful things they put in cosmetics?”
She held my cock and worked on the end.
“It doesn't come off very easily. But I'll try to get it off if you don't like it.”
I rubbed my cock on her face. So little of the color came off that I could hardly see the streak.
“It must be permanent,” I said.
“They have to make it that way. Think what would happen in the summer when men wear white pants, if they didn't make it that way.”
“It comes off on cigarettes. I've seen it on white pants too.”
“Only when it's first put on. Do you think any dry cleaner would make an arrangement with me to use a lipstick that comes off?”
“You're not as much of a bitch as you pretend. You just talk a good game.”
She tried jerking me off while she licked my balls. Then she licked my prick and rubbed it back and forth over her mouth, and she was just going to suck it when I took it away from her. She threw her legs back over herself when I turned her onto her back, and she looked at me from between her knees.
“I forgot something,” I said.
I picked up the lipstick and I ran it around and around her ass hole while she stayed that way. She juggled her ass and jazzed up to me to make the end of the lipstick run into her ass hole.
“You should have done just the inside of me,” she said. I'll bet a man would be surprised to take his prick out of that and find that it had turned red. He would have been surprised last night.”
“Christ,” I said, “do you have to tell me everything you do?”
“I have to tell somebody.”
“Yes,” I said. “I suppose you do have to tell somebody.”
“I'm going to use make-up like this all the time,” Ruth said. “From now on before I go out you'll find me making my cunt pretty too. If I'm going to continue to show it to people I think I ought to, don't you?”
I didn't answer her because I had my mouth on her cunt and my tongue digging into it. The lipstick had a sweet, perfumed taste that I didn't like very much, but I didn't notice it after a couple of minutes. Lying there holding her legs back and kissing and sucking her I didn't notice much of anything but her cunt in a little while. She put her arms around her hips and held her cunt open, and she moved it with her fingers all the time that I was Frenching her.
“I think you like to go down on a cunt as much as I like to suck off a prick,” she said. “You wiggle your tongue around as though it was a good feeling to have my hair around it. I wish I knew what it was that you like so much about Frenching me.
I stabbed her a few more times and then I let her stretch her legs out and I lay with my head on her belly and licked her pussy. She was still jerking herself off.
“You know what it is,” I said. “You'd go down on it yourself if you could reach it. You love your cunt so much that you jerk yourself off even when I'm Frenching you.”
“Your mouth is covered with lipstick.”
“Damn it, take your hands away from it,” I said. If your cunt interests you so much why the hell don't you go to bed with girls?”
“There's one coming this afternoon. Maybe I will take her to bed. You can have the other bedroom.”
“She'll have adenoids and bad teeth.”
I grabbed her and began to French her again and I felt her stiffening. She jazzed around and bounced her cunt into my face in a way that she did when she was going to come.
“You can look through the keyhole and watch me Frenching her,” Ruth said. “You can stand there and jerk off.”
“I'll jerk off into your mouth,” I said. “I'll give you something to think about besides cunt.”
I ducked my head up and down and licked and then I stuck my mouth to her and sucked as hard as I could without sucking her inside out. She fought me when she came, but I held her and Frenched her until it was over. She tried to push me away with her hands and with her feet, and she kicked and twisted, but I kept at her. After a minute she stopped fighting and I stopped sucking her.
“Now get down on me,” I said.
She didn't move fast enough so I pushed her back on her ass and went after her. I socked my prick into her mouth and made her suck it and then I pulled it out and made her lick my balls. She really liked to have me give it to her that way, but anyone seeing us might have thought that I was trying to kill her, or at least was liable to kill her if she didn't come across the way I wanted her to. I made her suck my balls, and then I turned around and shoved my ass in her face.
Sometimes she pretended that she didn't want to suck my ass and sometimes she was so hot about it that when she got started I could hardly make her stop again. I didn't take time to find out how she was then. I sat back and slammed my ass on her face.
“Suck my ass or I'll smother you with it,” I said. “You're not playing with Toby now.”
She licked it and she grabbed my cock and started to jerk me off. She was trying to say something, and I stopped pushing my ass in her face.
“Wouldn't make that mistake,” she said. “Toby never had anything like that.”
She hung onto my cock and jerked me off. I rubbed my ass on her mouth again.
“I'd rather suck your prick,” she said. “I don't want anything to be wasted.”
I jerked around and gave her my prick, and just then I shot. Some of the jism struck her on the hand, but all the rest of it went into her mouth. She held that hand away from herself and tried to keep it from running off onto the bed. She kept working on my prick and I kept shooting.
Afterward I got up to get Ruth a cigarette and I got a handkerchief for her. She didn't use the handkerchief until she had sucked the jism from her hand and from between her fingers. She lay on her back with the ashtray on her belly and smoked. I watched her smoking, and pretty soon I fell asleep. I was tired and I dreamed about walking up a mountain that had no summit.
A car in the driveway woke us up. I got up and looked out of the window. It was an old Ford, and it was in pretty bad shape. While I was looking at it the car stopped and a man got out and then a girl got out. I called down that I would see them in a minute, and Ruth and I got some clothes on and went down.
The car was the one that our landlord had been talking about, and I didn't think much of it, but the girl was all right. She was nervous, and she acted awkward, but she was pretty. She had one small bag in the car and she took it and followed Ruth into the house while the fellow who had brought the car showed me how to start it and all the various tricks it had. It had plenty of tricks. “What about the girl?” I said. “How?” he said.
“Never mind,” I said. “I'll find out.” He wanted to stay around and talk, but when he found out that I didn't know anything to speak of he started down to the cross road to get a ride back with the mailman. I drove the car into the barn and went into the house.
There were a few letters I wanted to write, so I did that while Ruth and the girl went around the house cleaning things up. One of the letters was to a girl I had fucked when I was in high school. She had read the book of short stories I got out last fall and she wanted fifty dollars in a hurry. The letter I wrote to her was one of the best letters I ever wrote to anybody, and I got so interested in it that by the time I got it finished it was time to have dinner.
After we ate Ruth and I walked around the place until the sun was going down. It was pretty, but I didn't feel so good to see that. It made me feel the same way that I used to feel about it when I was a kid, and I wasn't so sure about this being in the country. While we were walking back to the house the frogs started up down at the pond and the bats began dodging around in the dusk. When we went into the house the girl was listening to the radio, and she looked as though she wished she could be someplace else too.