Bill Starr - Meanwhile, Back at the Sex Farm

“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.

The next morning when I woke up, Jane and Ruth were already down in the kitchen drinking coffee.

“Where's Jackson?” I asked Ruth.

“He got a call in the middle of the night and left right away. Said he had a big deal in the works and that he gave you a box he wanted me to have.”

Jane started to fix some eggs while I went up to the attic to retrieve the box. I had had a good idea of what Jackson left so I wasn't too surprised when Ruth pried open the lid to find nine thousand dollars in cash.

“Well, Bill it looks as though Jackson enjoyed his visit an awful lot,” Ruth said.

“He seemed pretty happy last night.”

“Does this mean that you two are going to go back to the city?” Jane asked nervously.

“Not without you,” laughed Ruth. “Not without our little flute girl.”