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Chapter 7

For a long moment Mike did nothing but look at the rich sexual vista before him. Ruth Peter was a beautiful woman. Older than Mara but equally exciting. She had a lovely skin and long beautifully sculptured legs. Her breasts, even as she lay on her back, had an exquisite roundness about them, a symmetrical charm that was very pleasing to the eye. Her undulating hips were just the right size and shape.

He admired it all but what drew his eye was the lovely V between her thighs: the magnificent expanse of curling hair that bordered long labia. She made no effort to hide them now and as she spread her magnificent thighs wide, he see the pink interior of her pussy. He studied the pussy lips for a long time. If he were a painter, he would want to paint them, to capture their lovely shape, color, texture. Again, he had to fight a desire to taste them, and only his sharp still present irritation with her stopped him. The pull of her pussy was so strong, the lovely French perfume emanating from her vagina so powerful in its lure, that he almost felt his mouth pulled downward as if by some huge electromagnet.

He might have succumbed, despite his struggle to control himself, bad not Mara, waiting impatiently in the locked bathroom, called out "Ruth, are you okay!"

"Yes," Ruth said wearily.

"Has he left yet?" Mara asked through the door. Ruth flushed a deep pink as she saw Mike's penis pointing at her crotch, remaining poised a few inches above it.

"Get it over with, will you?" she said tersely.

As he grinned, enjoying her discomfort, Mara's impatient voice returned.

"Has he left yet Ruth? Can you hear me? Please answer. Can I come out now?"

Ruth's eyes flashed with anger and her old defiance returned. "No he hasn't left yet. Just stay in there till I call you,"

She was determined that Mara would not see her humiliation by this cruel bastard. It was bad enough getting laid by him but Mara did not have to see it.

"All right you bastard, go have your stinking pleasure," Ruth snarled. "Just don't take all night huh?"

It was all Mike needed to keep his control, to maintain a lid on his sexual desire. Now even the sight of Ruth's pussy in all its mature splendor had no great impact on him. But he was going to make sure he had an impact on her. This was one fuck she would remember a long time, even if it were her only one, he told himself.

He threw himself into the sexual combat with every ounce of energy in him, plunging his cock deeply into her already moist pussy, drawing it in and out with deliberately slow strokes at first.

For a long time she resisted any response. She was holding back as much as he was giving out. She was as determined as he. The son-of-bitch would get no sexual response from her. It would just be another way to masturbate for him, she told herself. To make sure of her control she tried to think of everything that came to mind as he continued his pumping movements. The more nonsexual the picture in her mind the better.

In quick succession she thought of swimming at the beach, of playing tennis, of driving in the country on a brisk afternoon in late fall of eating a good meal at a restaurant. She recited to her self several verses of poems by Yeats, Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson.

It worked. For a time. Then, against her will, the steadily escalating strokes of his stiff penis began to affect her. She did not want it to happen but it was happening anyway.

She was becoming aroused. Just as she would have been if she had worked a dildo into her vagina. She had longed, prayed for him to pump rapidly into her, shooting his damned load into her vagina in thirty seconds, a minute at the outside. Like the husbands of most women who complained to her that they got no orgasms out of sexual intercourse. She had heard so many tales of men who came that fast and then pulled out quickly, that she was astonished when ten minutes had passed and he was still not finished.

How could he go on like that, she asked herself. The call girl had said he came inside her almost the second he had mounted her. She bit her lip in her chagrin as he continued his long, slow, imperceptibly slow strokes.

What she did not realize was that Mike was carefully timing himself. He was following the movements of a girl he had seen masturbate with a dildo in a porno flick. The girl had worked extremely slowly on herself, eager to prolong the sexual delight the rubber dildo gave her. She had moved it into her pussy not only slowly, but at intervals, paused in her movement to savor its solidity inside her genitals. When she had finally achieved her orgasm, her face was suffused with pleasure.

He would do the same thing with Ruth, Mike thought, just to prove her a dirty liar and also to prove to himself that he knew how to satisfy a woman. The charge still rankled in him.

After fifteen minutes of the slow build-up of strokes from his member, Ruth found herself being pulled into a sexual mood. She fought it mentally and emotionally, but she could not help herself. She could not stop what was happening to her. And what was happening to her was awful!

She was actually enjoying getting laid by a man. And not just any man. This was a man she hated because he had made love to Mara Blake. But nothing she could summon to her mind could stop the mounting feeling of delight the bastard's movements were giving her now. No matter how many pictures of white beaches, of women, of movies she summoned to her mind, they could not erase the exquisitely escalating sexual delight that flooded through her body now.

Against her own will Ruth found she was pushing her crotch upwards toward Mike's cock, trying desperately to match his downward strokes with her upward ones. Her eyes closed as she threw herself into the task with all the energy she possessed. Mike smiled as he saw the intense look of pleasure appear on her face. He pumped harder to match her movements, and to turn up Ruth's sexual pleasure, he began to caress her stiffened nipples with his fingers and then lowering his mouth to suck on her breasts.

The combination drove her wild now. Her breath came in loud, panting spurts as if she could barely control the explosion inside her and now she began to moan aloud.

"Shall I stop now, dear?" Mike asked softly, choosing the moment when the woman beneath him was bucking on the mattress like a stallion in heat.

She shook her head violently from side to side, keeping her eyes tightly shut. He laughed softly and continued to pump his cock into her vagina until the sweat poured from her body and drenched the sheets. Then suddenly she came in a series of electrifying moans and spasms that surprised him.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Aaaaahhhhhh!" She did it several times as he continued to pump against her, feeling the semen drain from his outstretched penis and the sexual ecstasy flood through his entire alerted nervous system, Although he had begun the love match in a fury, he was ending with tremendous satisfaction. For a moment their movements, Ruth's gasps and Mike's sharp grunts drowned everything else out. Then they were jolted by the sound of a door slamming behind them.

Turning their heads, they saw the outraged face of Mara staring at them in disbelief and horror. For another… endless-seeming moment the three figures seemed to be frozen in marble, speechless. Then Ruth found her voice.

"Get off me you bastard. Get off me!" she screamed. "He raped me Mara… He raped me!"

Mike looked at Ruth with astonishment, "I did what?" He laughed. "You're out of your head. You loved getting rocked. I asked you if you wanted me to stop and you shook your head."

But Ruth knew what she bad to do. Mara must never believe, even for an instant. that Ruth wanted sex from Mike, from any man.

"He threatened to strangle me unless I submitted to him," she yelled. "Get away from me you bastard."

Mara fell on Mike, punching his naked back with her fists and then throwing bottles of perfume and cologne at him as she screamed.

"Get off her you pig… get off her or I'll kill you. I'll kill you."

The Eurasian girl's fury was so intense that Mike pulled out of Ruth's pussy and scrambled off the bed, grabbing his clothes.

"How could you do such a disgusting thing," Mara screamed. "How could you?"

As Mike dressed feverishly, he kept away from Mara. "I was angry at her for what she did to you, for Christ sakes," Mike protested… "How the hell do you think you'd feel if some guy I worked for made me have sex with him to hold my job?"

"She didn't make me do anything of the sort," Mara cried, her eyes blazing. "I love her and I wanted to do what we did."

Mike stared at her with his mouth open. "You're kidding for Christ sake. You've gone to bed with me and you loved it!"

"Not as much as I did with her, you dirty, filthy pig," she screamed.

"Look, we'll talk about this tomorrow when you're in a better mood," Mike said placatingly, "I know what I did looks bad but I couldn't help it. I just had to get even with her."

"The hell you did!" Mara retorted. "The hell you did! You just wanted to rape her because you're a horny son of a bitch who would rape anything under seventy to get his lousy satisfaction."

"No Mara," he protested. "It wasn't like that, I swear it wasn't."

"It was! I heard you grunting over her the way you did with me. It was exactly the same sound, the stud yelling his orgasm out loud. And I heard her screaming as you hurt her."

He tried to laugh. "Mara that wasn't a scream. She was coming too, that's all. She was coming and she yelled it out. Like me."

"He's lying," Ruth said quickly, "He hurt me terribly… Just as he wants to hurt you by turning over that nonsense we were saying before he burst in. He took it all down on a tape recorder and he's turning it into the principal's office."

Mara turned to him with fear and loathing in her eyes. "Is that what you came here for?" she said softly… To kill us that way."

He stared at them both and for the first time realized that he had no chance of winning her back. At least not now. And the look of betrayal he saw in her eyes was more than he had bargained for. He had been full of rage and a lust for vengeance when he saw them in the act of love. Now he just felt drained, completely empty and depressed.

"No," he said in a voice that was nearly hoarse. "No I'm not going to use that against you. Don't worry about it."

He turned to go but Ruth's voice stopped him.

"If you mean what you say, then give me that tape you made."

He hesitated for a moment.

Mara shook her head. "It's not necessary Ruth. Mike has never lied to me. I believe what he says. He won't use it to hurt us."

Her voice changed to a softer, more sorrowful tone. "I-I'm sorry Mike. Deeply sorry. I know you're hurt. But I can't help myself. I never wanted to hurt you. If it's any consolation, this has happened before. Ruth isn't my first female lover."

He nodded, too stunned to say anything.

"I'd hoped I could change. That's why I went out with you," Mara went on. "But I just… " She shook her head, irritated with her own waywardness. "Look, that's how I'm made, I guess. I can't control it. Believe me, you're better off without me, Mike. I would have hurt you much more if we'd ever married. I know it. Better a single jolt like this than a whole series of earthquakes."

"Mara," he said, "listen to me. We can do something about this. I know we can. I know psychiatrists who can help you."

Mara tightened the robe she was wearing and shook her head. "It's no good, I tell you. I've consulted them… I've read up on the subject. All I know is that when a really magnetic woman like Ruth is near me, I feel shivers down my spine. I can't think of another kind of love."

He stared at her quietly. Out of the comer of his eye, he could see the grim face of Ruth Peter as it lay on the upraised pillow, the quilt raised demurely now up to her chin. He still could not bring himself to believe that she had not compelled Mara to submit to her. There was such a strong look of triumph in her face now. She had some how worked Mara into a Svengali-Trilby relationship b cause his girl needed the job, had wanted it so badly.

"I do not believe you, Mara," he said flatly. "I've held you in my arms too many times. Made love to you too often to believe you. Let's just say you're under this woman's spell. That's the most charitable explanation I can think of. Because," his voice hardened. "If I were really sure that she was blackmailing you sexually to do this, so you could hang on to that fucking job, I think I'd strangle her right now."

He picked up the tape he had made and threw it contemptuously on the bed. "There's your little lesbian soap opera Ruthie. Enjoy it."

He turned to Mara and spoke in a soft voice. "Look, I still love you. I know it's crazy to say it now. But if you ever come to where you're fed up with this shit, you can call me. I'll come running."

Without waiting for an answer he turned on his heel, strode through the darkened rooms and out of the house.

His temples were throbbing so much and his eyes so full of tears that he did not see the shadowy figure that moved quickly behind a corner of the house as he passed.

The newcomer waited until he heard Mike's car pull away from the curb some distance from the house and then moved up to the window Mike had first peered into.