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.”