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.
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
