“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?”