I watched Ruth's face now while she played around my cock. From the way she was looking at it I knew that it would be in her mouth in a minute. The first time I had jazzed her she wouldn't suck my prick, and it had taken me several days to get her to do more than just hold it in her mouth while I shoved it back and forth. Then, when she did start to suck it the first time, she had been so worried that I might shoot it in her mouth that it wasn't as much fun as it should have been. But I was careful about that, and once she decided that she liked it there wasn't any stopping point. Then one night she had come home with her change purse full of half dollars and the knees of her stockings dirty. She didn't have any reason for it but boredom, but she had gone along the streets like a whore and propositioned every man she came across, if she liked one it was easy for her to get them to walk down an alley with her. She had even gotten a big Irish cop she came across, too, and that was the part of the story that seemed most amazing to me, because he didn't threaten to run her in if she didn't give it to him for nothing, but paid his fifty cents just like everybody else. The way she told it it was very funny, and when she told it you could really almost see the cop standing with the front of his uniform trousers unbuttoned and Ruth on her knees in the dirt of the alley, leaning against his legs with her mouth closed over the end of his cock, and I always thought that someday I would put that into a story, if I could ever find the right story for it.

The end of my prick was oozing, like clear, white blood spilling from a cut. Ruth had the stuff on her hands, and she was rubbing it onto my prick and onto my balls and then onto her own belly. Every time that she squeezed my prick some more of it spilled out, and there was always some left. She rolled close to me and put her face down on my thigh, and then when she squeezed my prick the stuff dripped down her face. It ran along her cheek, and she turned her head to make it run to the corner of her mouth. Her tongue shot out after it.