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.”
“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.
