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Chapter 6

Mike's initial reaction was sharp disbelief. A moment later it was sharp anger. The bitch who employed his girlfriend was a dyke, a living dyke, and she was asking, no, demanding, that Mara put out for her. It was perfectly clear to him and he could not even think of any other alternative.

Obviously, he thought, that's why she's been so closed mouthed about her school job, about the people she worked with. And especially about her boss. Whenever he had asked her about them, she had been extremely evasive.

No wonder the poor kid's been avoiding me, he told himself. No wonder she had to break loose early tonight. The cunt, her boss, probably laid it on the line. You either go to bed with me or you're out on your ass. What other explanation could there be for what he was seeing right now? He knew damned well that Mara Blake wasn't queer. He had gone to bed with her too often for that. She had sucked his cock too many times for that.

His first plan was to break in on them somehow. Just get into the house and confront them bluntly. And warn the lousy dyke that if she didn't get her hands off of Mara, he would go right up to the Board of Education and expose her. But a moment later he reconsidered. What if Mara got angry at him for spying on her, for following her the way he did. He couldn't really blame her, could he. He knew how pissed he himself would be if she had pulled the same stunt on him, tried to catch him in the hay with another girl.

But how the hell could he get the goods on Ruth Peters, he asked himself, without breaking in? He racked his brains for a few minutes and then realized that the answer was in his trunk. He always carded around a cassette recorder to make notes on business arrangements he might forget during the press of other meetings and running around town. Or he would need the machine to dictate memos. Why couldn't he take it inside with him, record Ruth and Mara's conversation and then call Ruth on the phone and play it back.

"This will go to your boss baby, and anyone over him in three days if I hear you're playing around with Mara again," he would warn her. His guess was that the bitch would drop Mara like a hot potato. He got the cassette player, a small pocket-sized machine and crept around to the kitchen door. Using his pocket knife he fiddled with the lock. It was not easy but he had done enough times with his own door to know how to open a simple lock.

After several moments he succeeded in opening the door and crept inside.

A moment later he was kneeling in front of the bedroom where the two women were making love. Turning on the cassette player which was outfitted with a condenser microphone that easily picked up sounds yards away, he waited. He took care to stand as far back from the doorway as possible.

"Oh dearest Mara," he heard Ruth say. "I don't know what on earth I'd have done without you. I lie in bed here mornings thinking about you and your gorgeous pussy. And thinking up new ways to do it to you. You ever think of those things?"

"Yes," Mara said.

"Sometimes I think of doing it with a vibrator. You know, putting it into your lovely cunt and watching it churn you into a state of absolute ecstasy. Then I figure you could return the favor and do it to me. Then when we're both right up there in the sky, I figured we'd kiss and hug each other with our pussies throbbing. Sounds crazy, doesn't it, darling?"

You bet your ass it sounds crazy. Mike thought petulantly. He had never heard dykes talk about sex before. But if this was typical, he had to admit it was weird. Vibrating devices, throbbing pussies! He could not help smiling as he listened. If nothing else came of this he could have a barrel of fun playing it back at his weekly poker game.

Then he heard something else that made him frown and disturbed him a lot more than anything he had seen. It was Mara's voice and what it was saying.

"Sometimes I think of getting into a nice warm, good bath with you, darling," Mara said softly, almost too softly to be heard. "And I want to nestle my head against your breasts. And then touch your vagina."

"Say 'touch your cunt,' darling. It's much much better."

"Touch your cunt," Mara giggled.

Ruth must have done something to Mara that made her giggle because the next thing Mike heard was: "Oh that feels good. Beautiful darling."

"Better than having your stupid boyfriend's penis touching you there?" Ruth persisted.

"Ob yes. Oh yes."

"You didn't think so before," Ruth said teasingly. "Do you know why?"

"No," Mara said simply. "Until I met you I thought Mike was the most perfect lover I'd ever met."

"Yes, until you met me," Ruth agreed. "Then I showed you how much more exalted a sexual pleasure you could get by your breasts rubbing against mine than his hairy, sweaty chest sand-papering itself against your delicate breasts."

"Yes," Mara said.

"And isn't my tongue in your cunt more delightful than his big knobby penis? I doubt if any woman would allow a penis to keep soiling her if she once really experimented with another woman. Am I right?"

Mara hesitated. "I know what happened with me. I'd experimented sexually with a woman once but I did not like it enough to continue. Oh it was okay I guess. But when Mike came along I felt renewed somehow. Like a real woman. I think I wanted to be with him always. I thought seriously of marrying him."

"And now?" Ruth asked quietly.

"It's out of the question. You changed all that for me. I can't even think of Mike as a lover. Even when I was with him tonight I couldn't… "

Mara's voiced stopped suddenly.

"You were with that dirty pig tonight?" Ruth said sharply.

"Just for a few minutes," Mara said apologetically.

"You lied to me," Ruth said tersely. "You were with that pig and he probably put his filthy cock into you. Into the pussy I just kissed. How could you even stand to let a pig like that touch you. I thought I'd erased that disgusting bastard from your mind."

"You did… I swear you did… " Mara was saying placatingly but Mike was no longer following her words.

Ruth Peter's description of him as a dirty pig, "disgusting bastard" with a "filthy cock" had sent the blood racing to his head. He was overwhelmed by a smothering wave of anger and jealousy. Anger at being put down by the bitch dyke to his girl and jealousy at having her stolen from him. He stood there clenching his fist. If Ruth had kept her mouth shut, nothing else might have happened. But Ruth went on in a way that made him even more enraged.

"I'll let you on a little secret, darling," Ruth said. "I was a little jealous of him myself when you first brought him up. So I did a bit of checking."

"Checking? What do you mean?" Mara asked, surprised.

"Just what I said. I wanted to know all about the bastard since he had some hold on you. So I had him followed. He goes around with a crummy crowd of penny ante gamblers and lawyers. But even more interestingly, he goes out with call girls."

"Call girls?" Mara was surprised. "You're kidding."

"I'm not. One of his clients fixed him up with a girl two weeks ago and a week earlier, he laid some little cocktail waitress in a bar in San Pedro where he went slumming. That's the kind of dirty cock you've allowed in your pussy, darling. I just wanted yon to know what a hypocritical little bastard you've been screwing… Me, I wouldn't let that bastard touch me with a ten foot pole. And I'll tell you something else. The call girl said he wasn't all that hot as a lover. He can't control himself. He comes almost as soon as he gets in."

Ruth started laughing and Mara found herself joining in. It was the last straw for Mike. Losing complete control, he burst into the room and hurled himself at Ruth Peter.

"You little dyke bitch… who the hell do you think you are, talking about me like that. I'll kill you."

The two women stared at him with absolute amazement. He had materialized as if he were a genie summoned by a lamp. For a moment neither woman uttered a sound.

Mara found her voice when Mike tried to pull her out of the room.

"Let's go… You're finished here!" Mike yelled at her.

He turned to Ruth. "And if you try to stop me-."

Before he could end his sentence, Mara tore her arm away. "Let me go!" she screamed. "Let me go!"

"You're coming with me!" he insisted, grabbing her arm again and pulling her toward the open doorway.

He was stopped by Ruth who butted her head against his stomach so that he doubled over in pain. At the same instant, Mara broke loose.

"Quick, lock yourself in the bathroom," Ruth shouted. Mara threw her a quick look and obeyed immediately. A moment later, Mike pulled stubbornly at the locked door and yelled for Mara to come out. She refused to answer him.

"It's obvious you're not wanted," Ruth said coolly behind him. "You no longer interest her."

He wheeled furiously on the English teacher and stiff-armed her down on the bed.

"We'll see if you're interested, you little bitch. Maybe that's what you've needed all along. A stiff cock."

As he held her down firmly on the bed, his hand splayed and pressing down on her stomach, she turned pale.

"What do you think you're doing?" she gasped.

"I think I'm going to fuck you, you nasty little dyke. That's what I think I'm doing."

Mike laughed. "So you wouldn't let me touch you with a ten foot pole huh? My dirty cock's too awful for you. We'll see. Know what I think? You turned into a dyke because you never had a good cock. This one's on me. No charge!"

He loosened his pants with his free hand, keeping the other pressed on her stomach and kicked them off. A second later he dropped his under shorts.

Ruth stared in disbelief at Mike's large penis. As he examined her moist vagina, it began to swell visibly.

"My God You can't… you're not going to…" she said.

"I damn well am," he said. "What I aught to do for maligning me before my own girl is strangle you… but I'll settle for this for now… Not just out of revenge. It's partly that… but it's also far telling Mara that I couldn't cut the mustard. That I couldn't control myself… Well we'll see how long I can control myself. Spread your legs!"

"No!" Ruth stared at him defiantly. He slapped her face playfully, "Spread. The next one won't be a love tap'"

"I'll scream… I'll call the neighbors…"

"Be my guest honey," he said agreeably. "And when they come in you can explain what the three of us are doing here naked'"

"I-I'll say you forced me to undress. You tried to rape both of us and Mara locked herself in the bathroom."

She laughed as she saw him frown. Then she smiled, "yes, I thought that would change your mind, you bastard," she said triumphantly. "Now get dressed and get out before I phone the police. If nothing else they'll arrest you for breaking and entering a private residence."

As she spewed out the words angrily, he turned into the hallway.

"Where are you going? Come back here and put your clothes on." When he did not answer, she yelled again. "I'll give you thirty seconds to get dressed and the hell out of here or I'll call right now."

As she started to dial half a minute later, he returned, grinning broadly. In his hand he held the cassette player and Ruth's voice was coming out of it.

"Isn't my tongue in your cunt more delightful than his big knobby penis?" Ruth's voice cooed. "I doubt if any woman would allow a penis to keep soiling her if she once really experimented with another woman. Am I right?"

Ruth Peter put the phone down slowly as she listened. A moment later she heard Mara say: "I think I wanted to be with him always." A moment later Mara went on; "You changed an that for me. I can't even think of him as a lover. Even when I was with him tonight I couldn't…"

As the cassette droned on Ruth shut her eyes and shook her head.

"You lied to me," she heard her own voice say. "You were with that pig and he probably put his filthy cock into you. Into the pussy I just kissed. How could you even stand to let a pig like that touch you. I thought I'd erased that disgusting bastard from your mind."

"For God's sake shut it off," Ruth shouted.

Mike laughed. "Still want to phone, honey? If you like I'll play it all over the wire. It's a dull night and the guy on the desk at the local precinct may enjoy hearing your lesbian soap opera. It beats Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman."

He laughed louder. "Come to think of it maybe I ought to sell it to the show. It would make a great episode. Make a great three episodes. Think of a couple of million housewives listening to "Ruth's Other Wife!" You can't beat that for dialogue."

She remained on her back, her eyes closed for a moment. Then slowly, like a martyr being led to the stake, she spread her naked thighs for him.

The accountant stared at Ruth's long columnar thighs, her firm round breasts and her large navel. He whistled appreciatively as he noted the contrast between the alabaster white flesh of her supple thighs and the black fur that frame her pussy. The pink, pearling lips of Ruth's vagina were the most beautiful he had ever seen, so beautiful that he had to suppress a desire to kiss them. He controlled himself for two reasons.

One was that he did not want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him down on her like some beggar pleading for sexual pleasure. He wanted to dominate her, to impale her with his stiff cock like some conqueror. Like some invader who had beaten off the males of the tribe. Like a Roman centurion taking at Sabine woman. The other reason was that he wanted desperately to control himself. Somehow he had to prolong his screwing of this woman as long as possible.

It was important to him, very important that he prove her wrong. He remembered the bitch who had made the charge against him. He'd been horny as hell because he couldn't see Mara and when this gorgeous blonde with fantastic tits and a cunt bordered by a golden fleece had come along, he had nearly climbed the walls.

As always he liked to start with an attractive new girl by sucking her pussy. It worked him up to enormous heights of passion. But he had been so horny, so far along that he could feel himself slipping. He knew that if he did not tear himself away from the blonde's lovely perfumed cunt he was a goner. He would cream her in another twenty seconds. So he had stopped licking her and shoved his cock into her twat. But he had waited too long, and almost as soon as he was in her hot oven, he exploded.

This was not going to happen now, he promised himself. Not by a long shot. Tugging at his cock for a second to make sure it was hard enough, he positioned himself carefully between Ruth Peter's outstretched thighs.