She could not go back with that telltale stain on her backside. It would simply be hideous to face them that way.
She caught up with Ruth a couple of hundred yards further. Ruth had picked a lovely circle of grass surrounded by thick bushes. She had obviously taken more liquor and greeted her with of whoop of welcome.
'Welcome to my pastoral paradise, my own private garden of Eden, darling,' she said in a blurry voice. 'And now take off those shorty shorts and let me see your little private garden of Eden.'
'Not so loud,' Mara begged, listening to Ruth's voice. 'They, can hear you.'
'Too far. Anyway who the hell cares,' Ruth said, laughing. 'Here, have a drink. I'm a-way ahead of you, baby.'
'No I don't think… ' Then a thought occurred to her. The alcohol might remove Leonard's semen. Stripping her shorts off quickly, she wet a corner of the blanket with the bottle and rubbed it vigorously against the stain on the back of the garment.
'What the hell you doing?' Ruth asked astonished, 'Honey that's a sheer waste of good liquor.'
Mara debated whether to tell Ruth about Tom Leonard's attack on her but decided against it. It would only anger her and she might be caught in the middle in a fight between them. She did not want to make waves. Above all no waves, no scenes, no damned departmental hearings or court martials or whatever they call the bloody things.
'Wow,' Ruth said as she stared hungrily at Mara's naked crotch. 'Love your little garden sweetie… come over here and let Ruth eat a little of that nectar. I'm getting horny as hell just looking at it.'
Mara moved over and let Ruth's tongue lap at her pussy. The movements of Ruth's expert tongue against her clitoris began to excite her terribly. But she remained apprehensive.
'Is it safe to do this in the open, Ruth?' she asked,
'Hell yes… they're all drunk as goats there or flopping around the water. They don't move into the woods till it gets dark. Then they try to play grab ass in the bushes. Put your bush over my face darling, I love the sweet smell of your cunt.'
Mara felt a frisson of exquisite pleasure as Ruth's fingers teased the nipples of her firm breasts while Ruth's mouth continued to make her pussy tingle. It was a combination of sexual delights that shut every other thought from her mind. The outside world did not exist for either of them as they threw themselves into their sexual encounter with a frenzied haste.
But the outside world did exist and would soon make its impact felt. As the two women embraced hungrily on their seemingly isolated plot of grass, three persons were creeping up to watch them.
Chapter 4
As Patty watched, she was filled with warring emotions. She envied Ruth Peter the joys of making love to Mara but she was angry that Mara had lied to her. Not only lied to her, Patty thought, her face red with anger, she had rejected her. Just thrown her out, so she could be with that bitch Ruth Peter whom she hated hot only because she always acted like cold fish but because she had consistently forced Patty to rewrite her term papers and then given her lousy grades.
'All right Miss Little Asiatic Bitch,' Patty told herself as she watched the two women hungrily licking each other's pussies. 'We'll see if you can keep ten feet away from me. You're going to be damned sorry for this day. I can promise you that!'
As she strode away from the love scene, another watcher, who was spying at the two naked women from a different angle, was thinking identical thoughts.
Tom Leonard had taken all the ribbing he could from the damned fools at the picnic tables and now he was going to see if that little bitch Mara was all that hard to ball. He had heard too many stories from guys back from Viet Nam about Eurasian girls they had met during rest and recreation stopovers at Thailand. Eurasians were hotter than firecrackers. All you had to do was put your cock close to them on the dance floor or let your hand sort of hover over their tits and they practically raped you.
Of course you had to be discreet, he was warned. Don't futz around with ass grabbing or anything like caressing their jugs in front of people. They have to save face. That was very big in the East, even more than with American girls. They might be wet between the legs, so clammy wet that if you put your hand under their dresses, you'd feel like you'd plunged it into a hot bath. But don't fool around in public.
Okay, Tom thought, as he moved away from the laughing picnickers. So I made a mistake, dry fucking her on those damned blankets. I just couldn't resist the opportunity. But now he would see if he could fuck her away from prying eyes. Actually ball her time. Dry fucking wasn't his favorite hobby. Getting it in a girl's cunt, he thought laughing, was much more his game.
'Hey where you going Tom?' a biology teacher yelled. 'Still trying to hide your shame? Or are you going after a second try with her?'
'I wouldn't try it Buddy,' some other goon yelled. 'Little Mara looks like she can handle herself. She might even kung-fu you if you tried rape again.'
Tom laughed as he turned and held up his camera. 'Just going after some pictures that's all. I'll be back soon.'
Rape wasn't a bad idea, he told himself. It had worked a couple of times in Viet Nam. Usually with girls who were scared shitless of Americans. It might even work with little Mara Blake if the worst came to worst. As he walked into the woods, he remembered the last time he had done it in Hue.
His unit had just settled for the day in town and a little bored, he had accepted the dinner invitation of one of the nurses at the field hospital. A woman named O'Sullivan who was over fifty and obviously a dyke. But she needed supplies they were carrying and had invited him to a home-cooked dinner at her apartment a few miles into the center of town. In return for cigarettes and soap, he could have a great steak and vino dinner. She had given him the key and promised to join him in an hour, when she was off duty.
When he got to the apartment, he recalled chuckling, there was this gorgeous Vietnamese doll in the kitchen baking a cake or something. About nineteen and with an ass that was absolutely wild. She had smiled at him and continued her work. He kept eyeing her from the couch in the other room and as she bent over the stove her skirt had ridden way up disclosing the juiciest fanny he'd seen in years. He had not had a woman in months and had a hell of a time sitting there with an erection growing like a mad dog. Finally, unable to control his libido, he had moved up behind her and as she bent over some pot, stirring or whatever, he had pulled out his cock and plunged it between her buttocks. She had squirmed and told him to stop. But her English was limited, even more limited than his willingness to obey her. Holding her tight with one hand, he had lowered himself until he finally got his penis into her pussy.
It was not easy. The girl shimmied in his arms like jelly and nearly got out of his grasp. She would have too if he had not got a firm grip on her even firmer pear-shaped breasts. The struggle then became a marvelous challenge, he recalled. He came just before his hostess did, fortunately.
The incident had stayed with him in the four years since he had been back. 'It was the most delicious fuck I ever had,' he had told Joe Mills. 'You gotta picture this juicy light-colored female ass wriggling like auto headlights at me as she stirred in that pot. I almost came in my jeans. My cock was so hard by the time I shoved it against her ass, that I nearly creamed right then and there. Luckily I held out till I got it into the tightest little cunt ever made, Joe. I think I almost had to use a shoehorn to get it in there. Wow! And she never let out a peep to her boss.'
Joe Mills was as horny as he was and the only one in the school with him he really let his guard down. He knew that Joe's pecker responded to any new female who looked like a good bed partner and he had seen Mills' eyes boggle with wonder and amazement when the beautiful figure of Mara Blake came along. But in his own case, he was doubly curious. The legends he had heard in the Far East about what fantastic lays Eurasian girls were had stuck to him. Now that one was in his ken, he could not resist the temptation to try for the jackpot between her thighs.
For a long time he seemed to be wandering in circles through the deep woods above the lake. He had almost convinced himself that the Eurasian girl had gone home when he almost broke in on her frenzied love
