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.
