'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
