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.
Chapter V
It seemed funny to speak of Jane's “day off.” We certainly had never treated her like a maid, and after jazzing her it would have been more impossible than ever. But there it was; the next day was Jane's “day off” and Ruth
