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Chapter 10

Mara's initial reaction was one of terror. If Ruth found them in bed, there would certainly be a terrible aftermath. She had to get Joe Mills out of there fast. She disengaged herself quickly from Joe, who was busy sucking her pussy. In his deep engrossment in his sex act, he had not even hear Ruth's coming in nor her voice. He sat up, his lips wet with her vaginal dew.

"Joe we've got to get you out of here. She's here."

"Who?" he asked stupidly.

"Ruth Peter! Oh God… You should have bolted the door. I could have pretended I was asleep or in the bath and feared burglars or something. What am I going to do now?"

"You should have said she was coming right over," he said irritably. "I don't want to be caught by her either."

"It was your stupid idea to come here without any warning," she retorted hotly. "If you hadn't just walked in here like you did none of this might have happened."

He laughed and stood up quickly. "Look, let's not argue now okay? The point is I've got to get out of here right now or we'll both be in the soup."

Joe looked frantically about the bedroom. For a second he debated diving under the bed. But a quick glance at the space between the mattress and the floor changed his mind.

"The closet over there. Quick," Mara whispered pointing to a door on the other side of the bed. Joe Mills ran as fast as his short legs could carry him and closed the door behind him.

Mara was sighing with relief when she realized that the idiot had left all his clothing inside the bedroom. Ruth would spot them as soon as she entered.

Stooping, she picked up everything-his pants, shoes, under shorts and shirt and threw them into the bottom of a large drawer. Then, moving up to the closet door, she shut it tightly.

She had barely finished when the other door opened and Ruth Peter sailed in full of smiles and carrying a large gaily wrapped package.

"Here you are, dearest Mara. Treat it as a kind of penance for being late."

"What is it?" Mara asked nervously. She had a terrible fear that Mills might come stumbling out of the walk-in closet or sneeze.

"Look at it. You'll see," Ruth said quickly.

Mara opened the package. It was a beautiful pink chenille bathrobe with a rather fetching design on it.

"Try it on dear," Ruth said laughing. "You'll love it."

Ordinarily Mara would have liked to do nothing more but Joe was on her mind. Smiling she touched the robe, glanced at it and put it on the bed. The gesture irritated Ruth, who asked if she did not like the robe.

Mara tried to re-assure her, pleading a depressed mood. Smiling, Ruth told her she had the remedy for it.

"Know what always cures me of the mean blues? Love. Ten minutes in my arms sweetheart and you'll be feeling ten times better. Let me hang this up in the closet."

Before Ruth could grab the robe, Mara reached out for it and offered to wear it. She had to keep Ruth from opening the closet door and seeing the absurd fat naked figure of Mills. But Ruth was determined. Pulling the robe gently but firmly from the other girl she took it to the closet. Mara dosed her eyes and prayed silently that Joe would be invisible. How she could not tell.

Fortunately Joe, having heard the dialogue, had worried too about his visibility. He backed himself against the wall behind the line of Mara's dresses and coats and as close to the far comer of the closet as he could manage. As he waited for the dialogue inside to end, he cursed himself for coming. It had been a foolish stunt on his part.

He should have simply called Mara Blake on the phone and made it clear that he was coming over to discuss something of the greatest importance. If she balked he could have dropped a bomb about his awareness of her lesbian affair. He had not done it because he feared he would cave in. If Mara began to scream on the phone without a corroborating witness, without definite evidence he would simply have to brazen it out and insist he had seen hero He felt too insecure with women to attempt it on the phone. In person, judging her reaction, seeing her fear directly, he could instinctively tell whether he could proceed to a sexual assault.

Had he felt more secure sexually with women, it might have been different. But the truth is that under the screen of a surface leer. He was afraid of rejection always. Only in Korea had this not been true. In Korea the fears of the lovely brown-skinned girls, the submission to the American invaders were so obvious that the most insecure American could reach out for them. After a few weeks of fumbling at dates, Joe realized that he could simply put his hand up a Korean secretary's skirt and that she would not report him. When he succeeded one afternoon in actually laying a girl in his office-with the door locked of course-he lost all his fears.

It had happened so smoothly he could hardly believe it. He and the moon-faced beauty had been alone as he gave her a series of memos to her officers in the camp. Suddenly noting that he could see the wisp of white panties between her parted legs, he got an erection. He grinned and told her she was very pretty and said jokingly that he had to fight an impulse to kiss her lovely face. The girl had smiled blandly. When he remarked that her legs were also beautiful, she smiled again. Now his desire was at a new height and without thinking, he had risen and embraced her and a moment later leaned her against the desk. Silently, with no resistance from her, he had plunged his penis into her pussy.

The sensation was the most exquisite he had ever known. The girl was barely eighteen and had a very tight vagina that gripped his club like a vise and seemed to milk it. Her almond-shaped eyes had suddenly shown her own excitement. It was all he could do to keep from shouting his delight.

Later he had done the same thing to other girls, choosing the long lunch hour to lay them in his private office. Sometimes he would spread their thighs on the desk or table in the room. At other times he would take out his peter and ask them to kneel and suck him until he came in their mouths.

It was a great experience and great for his ego. Suddenly he was no longer Joe Mills, the last guy in the unit to get a nod from American nurses or correspondents or the special service girls. He was a man whose cock had entered a dozen beautiful girls, who had known sexually many beautiful women and could get many more.

The ego boost this gave him propelled him into affairs with two American nurses. He found that it was not too difficult to get into their pants if he played the dominant male with one girl he simply reached over and squeezed her breast as he told her she was the most beautiful girl on the base. Before she could protest he had his finger in her pussy and she was wheezing with passion. The other he had invited boldly to accompany him on a weekend to a recreational resort for the army and they had spent several wonderful days screwing. He had felt on top of the world, a desirable male and even seeing his middle-aged face and double chin in the shaving mirror did not change matters for him. But as he feared, it all changed when he got back home.

Back in America his old fears had come back in full face. He not only feared approaching women sexually younger ones in particular, he carried with him a self image he hated bitterly. It was of a middle-aged satyr whom younger women secretly despised and treated with a cavalier contempt. He fancied he saw it in the indifferent and cool glances of most of the younger teachers at the school and he felt it daily in his large apartment building. He needed to lay a beautiful girl to kill that self image.

The thought of possessing young Mara Blake, of using his secret knowledge of her sex life to dominate a girl he would never been able to come dose to otherwise, obsessed him. He would pass her in the school corridor and think to himself: "Baby one day soon you are going to suck my cock and I am going to ram my pole into your little brown ass."

He watched her in the cafeteria, across the room at his lonely table, staring greedily at her legs and her round firm breasts thinking of how delicious they would feel in his mouth. He would wonder how her "cunt lips," as he called them, would feel when his tongue caressed them.

Crouching there now behind the line of garments in the closet, he trembled. One sudden touch by Ruth and it would be a mess. He might get into a bitch of a fight with her and she might decide to fight him in court or in a special panel, denying everything he accused them of. After all he had no proof except his own words. There was no witness he could summon. But Ruth did not touch him. He sighed with relief as she left and returned to Mara Blake.

Through a crack in the closet door, he could see the two women embracing eagerly. Ruth was caressing Mara's breasts and nuzzling her neck tenderly.

"Does that make Ruthie's little sweetkins feel better dear?" Ruth was saying.

"Yes dear," Mara replied, then changing her tone said: "Let's go out and have a drink, okay?"

"Go out? Why?" Ruth was surprised. "I just bought all the liquor you need a few days ago. You out of that all ready?"

"No, it's just that I feel like a change, that's all?" Mara said quickly. "I-I feel like lights, music… you know."

"Afterwards dear," Ruth replied. Joe saw the older woman pull her dress over her head and rapidly unhook her brassiere.

"I want to be alone with you first. On that glorious bed. Kiss my boobies baby and make them feel better okay? That wretched brassieres had made them feel awful all day."

Mara dutifully complied, letting her lips suck Ruth's stiffened nipples until they stood up like lonely sentinels on duty.

Joe sucked his breath in as he saw what happened next. Ruth began to slowly take Mara Blake's clothes off. She began with the Eurasian girl's sweater, pulling it over her head, then she took off Mara's stockings and panties.

"Did that bastard call you today?" Ruth asked in a voice that suddenly turned very harsh.

"No." Mara knew she meant Mike. "He won't call. He's much too proud to do that'"

"Good," Ruth said. "In another few days you'll probably be approached by one of the other men at the school. When we have our monthly cocktail session. Be careful of that bastard Leonard. He wants to screw every woman under eighty. Just ignore him. If he bothers you, talk to me about it. I'll handle him."

She took Mara in her arms and pressed her naked breasts against the other woman's. Joe watched with a mixture of incredulity and excitement as the women rolled their round mammaries against one another. The sight was working him up enormously.

"As for that fat pig Joe Mills," Ruth said contemptuously. "He may make some obscene gesture toward you as he becomes more and more familiar. But I wouldn't give it much thought, you know. Personally I think the damned fool is impotent. The rumor is that his wife walked out on him because the poor bastard couldn't get it up more than once a month or two months."

She squeezed her pussy vigorously against Mara's pubic area until Mara groaned with pleasure. "Aahh… aaghhh!… that feels wonderful Ruth… Let's go out, please, darling."

Mara's insistence seemed to surprise her boss. "Good lord. I thought you'd be glad to be alone with me. I almost get the feel you don't enjoy our lovemaking anymore. You used to go crazy when I rubbed pussies with you. Don't you like it anymore?"

"Oh yes I adore it."

"Then do it to me. Hard. Rub my clit with yours until I can really feel it, sweetheart," Ruth begged.

Joe watched, entranced, as Mara rubbed her naked torso vigorously against Ruth. The older woman fell on the bed and pulled Mara down on top of her. Caught in the heat of passion, the Eurasian girl applied her vagina as hard as she could against the other girl's crotch. For a moment Ruth's labored breathing was so loud that Joe Mills thought she was ill.

"Oh my God… Oh my God," Ruth kept yelling. "Oh yes… oh ye… oh… vsl… yes… yes…aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! eeeeeehhhhhhhhh!" Ruth voice exploded into a mammoth moan that reverberated around the room as Mara kept rubbing her pussy against her boss's. Joe, watching, was so spellbound that he could not move. But the sight was arousing him so much that he could not bear just to watch.

Finally, in desperation, because he wanted so much to make love to both women, he began to play with his crotch, rubbing his testicles at first, then opening his fly and removing his stiffened penis. He played with the head of his organ for a while as Ruth and Mara continued to rub their genitals together in an orgy of excitement. Then, unable to control himself anymore, he began to masturbate, slowly, then faster and faster until finally he came allover his hands. He looked down at them with horror. He was sure that in ejaculating he must have stained several garments hanging near him. He pulled out the hem of one of Mara's dresses to wipe his wet penis, then stopped. He could not do that. But he had to use something.

The damned fool girl had stashed his own pants with his handkerchief somewhere else. How could he dry his cock, he thought irritably? Why did that bitch have to trap him in the closet? Why did he have to jerk off because two women were rubbing their cunts together like boy scouts rubbing twigs to create flames?

He was so angry that he bumped his head against the overhead bar on which the garments hung and immediately panicked because he was sure that Ruth had heard the sound of skull against wood. But he need not have fretted. At that moment Ruth was busy rubbing a candle into Mara's pussy, twirling the wax so expertly that Mara's moans of pleasure filled the room. Any other sound was drowned out.

"There now, darling," Ruth was saying. "How does that feel?"

"Marvelous!" Mara said, "I've only tried it with a banana. They're rather plentiful in Rangoon and I usually picked a slim long one and coated it with a kind of perfumed oil we have there."

"How charming an idea. I must try it sometimes. A candle doesn't quite do it for me. My pussy's a bit wider than yours."

The dust in the closet was now making Joe Mills' nose itch and finally, after several attempts to ward it off, he sneezed. The sound was not heard by Ruth, The Chairman of the English Department was busy licking Mara's clitoris and was sunk in a kind of sexual reverie. But Mara, despite her own ecstasy, heard it clearly and was restored to a state of panic.

She had to get Joe Mills out of there. But how? She could not afford to offend Ruth by throwing her out or insisting on a cocktail outside. She racked her brains for a moment and hit on an idea.

"Darling you know what it would be wonderful to have with our drinks?"

"What?" asked Ruth as she stroked Mara's round breasts.

"Macadamia nuts."

"But I brought you some of your favorite cheddar and nuts," Ruth said chidingly, "You told me you dote on those when we have drinks."

"I know dear and I'm grateful. It's just that I was thinking of my father today. It's his birthday and I feel terribly lonely, all these thousands of miles from him. And…," she stopped and continued a little shyly. "I know you'll think this idiotically sentimental. But on my father's birthday we always toasted to him with champagne and macadamia nuts. They're his favorite and he used to tell me: 'Mara, wherever you are, think of us being together and let's have a toast like this. And say aloud: ‘Papa I love you and miss you.' "

Mara stopped and thought she must sound absolutely mad telling such an absurd tale. But she had reckoned without Ruth's innate desire to believe exotic stories.

"Crazy, isn't it, Ruth?" Mara began defensively. "But then you know what an incurable romantic I am. I can't pass an antique shop with Burmese things without dying of homesickness."

"I think it's very touching darling that you should remember these things," Ruth said. "Tell you what. I'll go to a liquor and gourmet shop I know about a mile from here and get us a bottle of bubbly and a can of macadamia nuts. Okay?"

"Oh no," Mara protested as convincingly as she dared. "Why should I make you go to all this trouble because I like to follow a silly family tradition?"

"Because I love you and because I don't think it's at all silly. Now you just relax and Ruthie will be back in a flash with the goods."

Mara thanked her and complimented herself for having thought of the tradition which of course did not exist. Not only did her father not like macadamia nuts, he was so steadfastly unsentimental that he never made family toasts, consigning them only to dull diplomatic functions.

Ruth dressed hurriedly and slipped out the door. The moment the door shut, Mara leaped out of bed and opened the closet door. Joe Mills, rubbing the bump on his head a bit ruefully stared at her balefully. "I thought she'd never go," he said truculently.

"Never mind that," Mara pleaded. "Get out of here fast. She'll be coming back soon."

"Not till you give me what I came here for," he said adamantly.

"Are you mad? She may be back in ten or fifteen minutes. You must get dressed and out as fast as you can. It's your job as well as mine if you stay."

He held his stiff penis out to her. "Suck it for me first."

"No," she said. "There's no time."

He sat on the bed looking lumpishly at her and with the stubbornness of an ox.

Resignedly she got on her knees and took his member in her mouth, licking his glans as vigorously as she could. So fast did she suck his penis that her jaws began to ache. But she was determined to get it over with.

In his irritable and somewhat tense state, her sucking had little effect at the beginning. But as she began to stroke his testicles, he began to respond. But slowly, ever so slowly. And indeed so slowly, with such molasses-like pace, that she began to despair. She knew that Ruth hated to waste time in a liquor shop. She simply grabbed things and then left hurriedly.

"Can't you come," she raged. "My jaws are beginning to ache."

He shook his head. And then he smiled. "Maybe if I sucked you?"

She lay back on the bed and spread her thighs wide. He looked at the magnificent expanse of her crotch and whistled. She frowned. "Get it over with, damn you. There's not enough time and too much at stake to fool around!"

He leaned over and began to suck her pussy with all the fervor he could muster. At last he could feel himself responding. Mara could feel Joe's thick organ swelling in her mouth as his breathing grew more and more intense. She hastened him along the road to his climax by sucking vigorously at his testicles and tickling his scrotum with the tip of her tongue.

He was nearly out of his mind as her tongue worked madly to bring him to the peak. Finally in a tremendous spurt of excitement he felt his semen spurting into her waiting mouth and falling over her lips and face. He was incredulous at the amount of spunk that spilled over onto her nose and cheeks.

"Oh God baby that was fantastic. Let me get your rocks off too," he begged, aiming his mouth at her pussy.

Mara was so excited that she could not resist putting her own genitals over his face. Sexual excitement was always infectious with her. Seeing Joe's aroused state had worked her up to a point where her own pussy was palpitating with desire.

"Do it quickly," she begged. She was caught in a dilemma. Her desire was now raging so strongly in her that she longed, wanted desperately to have his tongue work on her pussy. Yet at the same time she was terrified that Ruth would burst in.

"Lock and bolt the door," she commanded. "I'll pretend that I was in the shower and didn't want to take any chances. Then you go down on me. But quick… Oh God I'm on fire down there from your damned finger and mouth. Quick, bolt the door. You can always leave through the back stairway later."

Joe complied rapidly and in another minute his face was buried deeply in Mara's muff. While her moans and groans came in increasing intensity, his tongue began to suck at her clitoris. Neither of them paid any attention to Ruth's ringing of the doorbell. They were too involved in the exquisite pleasure that he was giving her.

To his astonishment, Joe, who seldom was able to do it twice to a woman in a three hour period, found that he was developing another erection.

"Suck my cock too, baby," he begged, "I'm hard again." without waiting for her reply, he flipped his body over heavily and plunged his stiff penis into her mouth as he continued to lick Mara's. She continued to lick his club until a thin trickle of semen entered her mouth and a moment later, he got up heavily.

"I'd better leave," he said hoarsely. "She's ringing that bell like a madwoman."

Mara looked at him in disbelief. She was burning in her crotch and he wanted to leave. How could he be so brutal, so selfish?

"Finish me," she whispered tersely. "I'll put her off."

Out loud she yelled at Ruth that she would be out soon.

Turning the shower water on, she screamed that she wanted to be fresh for their celebration and had bolted the door.

"Give me five minutes darling and I'll be right there. Okay?"

She heard Ruth give her grumpy agreement and then opened her legs to the delighted English teacher who lay naked on her bed.

He fell to his cunnilingus with a fervor that pleased her very much and within another five minutes brought her to a climax that set her heart shaking.

"Oh lord how I needed that. How I needed that," she said over and over again. "You really worked me up. Now please go. I have to let her in or she'll be suspicious."

"When can we do this again," he asked hungrily.

She stared at him bewilderedly. There was no time to discuss that now. It was a problem she would have to deal with later.

"I'll call you. But for God's sake, please go now."