“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?”
She no longer called us Mr. and Mrs. March. I suppose that Ruth had told her that we were not married.
“Sometimes we stay together,” I said. “Sometimes she is with someone else and then I am with someone else or I am alone.”
Jane plucked at one crimsoned nipple. “Do you have a girl to work for you in the city?” she asked.
“No. We're usually too poor to afford one, even if we had a place big enough to require a girl.”
“When you go back-if you know anyone who wants a girl to work for them-will you write to me and tell me about it? It doesn't matter how much they wanted to pay.”
I took a saucer for an ashtray and got onto the bed beside Jane. “What is it?” I said. “Why do you want to go to the city? Don't you like it here?”
Jane touched my shoulder and we leaned together against the wall. She wormed one finger like a hook and pulled my prick and my balls from where they were hiding between my thighs.
“It isn't that I don't like it here. I like it here now, but I won't like it when you go away. I won't be able to stand it when you aren't here to screw me and when I can't go to bed with you and Ruth anymore. I want to go with you when you go away. I'll work. I'll get a job someplace and I won't bother you at all if you will just come and see me sometimes. And if Ruth is with someone else, sometimes I could come and stay with you until she comes back.”
“How long have you had that idea?” I said. “Does Ruth know about it?”
“You're the only one I've told about it. Can I do it?”
“It's something to think about,” I said.
She didn't continue, and in a minute she smashed her cigarette in the saucer and rolled into my arms. Her hands roved down my belly and she grabbed my nuts. Her mouth followed her hand and I looked down at her licking my prick.
“What makes a man's cock get hard?” Jane wanted to know.
I told her what, and she thought it was wonderful and wanted to know if I didn't think it was wonderful, too, and I told her that it had done that ever since I could remember.
“And do all of those things happen just because you see a woman someplace? That's the most wonderful thing I ever heard.”
“Suppose we go to bed,” I said. “That would be pretty wonderful wouldn't it? Did you ever sleep with a man? Forgetting last night, of course.”
“You mean just the two of us sleep here together? I never did that. But what about Ruth? I don't want her to be mad with me.”
“I guess her father can keep her busy. Let's go to bed. It's fun that way.”
We slid under the covers together and Jane put her head on my arm and shoved herself against me. She stuck her pussy against my thigh and tied my legs together with hers, and it seemed like the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. I faced her and stuck my cock on her belly and my chest into her tits and she seemed warm and alive, and the good cunty smell of her was nice.
“It's nice to have somebody for yourself, isn't it?” Jane said. “Like this, when you get tired of the party.”
“It's about the nicest thing there is,” I said. “I'm glad you know that.”
Jane pushed my cock into her pussy and stuck it against her cunt. I eased it in, taking plenty of time because there wasn't anything to be in a hurry about, and she wiggled around on the bed until I had her good.
Ruth liked to be jazzed fast and hard and a little roughly, but Jane didn't like it as much that way as when I took it easy. It was all the same to me. I suppose that there is a time, or perhaps many times, in everybody's life, when violence is exciting but I had gotten over that, and there was as much excitement in lying curled up with that girl and sliding my cock softly in and out of her cunt as there would have been in jazzing someone who fought and raised hell every other minute.
“This is swell,” Jane said.
Ruth came banging on the door. She rattled the knob and whistled.
“I want to stay here,” Jane said.
“Go away,” I called. “We're tired of that old stuff. Come back tomorrow.”
“Come on out,” said Ruth. “Free Frenching for everybody. Little Ruthie is going to go down on everybody in the house, just like in the old days. Come on, the chance of a lifetime.”
Jane laughed but she stayed where she was. I was glad of that. “She's funny,” Jane said.
“Jane says don't be funny,” I called.
“All right, I'll see you tomorrow,” Ruth said. “Have a good time. Don't forget to get some sleep too.”
“You have a good time too,” Jane called.
She lowered her head to the pillow. I jazzed her softly for a long time before we came, and then I shot warmly into her cunt. She fell gently, and almost immediately, to sleep.
