can take the time. And I like long intimate chats like these. '
She stared meaningfully at Mara, who winced inwardly. She's telling me either I go down on her or I'm finished, the bitch. But she would have to play her little stupid game. Mara threw up her hands and said she would come by all means. Mike would be angry but the job came first.
'Fine,' Ruth smiled. Her muscular thighs opened wider. 'And who knows. If you're not too tired later and I ply you with enough brandy, you'll pose for me in the nude.' As she talked Ruth seemed to lick her lips again and Mara winced inwardly. There was no doubt what kind of night this was going to be. It was going to be a repeat of the night her governess raped her in Rangoon.
That had been ten years ago, when her father, a Belgian diplomat, had been posted to the embassy there. She had loved Rangoon, and her mother, a lissome Chinese beauty whom her father had married years earlier in Shanghai, was delighted. They had taken a huge house, hired servants-her father had been independently wealthy then through his family's textile factories-and they had lived like kings. She had been given her own private tutor, a prim, intelligent Englishwoman who had lived in the Far East a long while. Wendy Plimptbn.
The rape had occurred a few weeks after Wendy was hired. They had been following their usual routine of strenuous English lessons in the morning, followed by history and economics. In the hot afternoons they would drive in Wendy's MG to a pretty wooded area with an almost totally obscured pool and swim in the buff. Mara loved these swims and the warmth of the sun on her wet naked body as she and Wendy, their bodies glistening, lay on the grass. Wendy's body was fuller than her own, melon-heavy breasts with large brown nipples and long legs. One afternoon as she lay spread-eagled in the sun, a buzzing insect made her open her eyes and she was surprised to see Wendy staring hungrily at her vagina. The Englishwoman's face was just a few inches away.
At first Mara thought Wendy had seen an insect in her pelvic area and jumped up in fear.
'What is it, Wendy?'
Wendy blushed. 'Nothing. I was just admiring you. My hair is a bit sparse down there and almost scraggly.' She pointed to the thin line of growth that framed the heavy brown lips of her vagina, then reached out and traced lightly with her forefinger the already luxuriant growth of hair that framed the thin pink lips of Mara's vulva. Mara felt a delicious, tingling sensation as the English girl's finger touched the labia but thought only that it reminded her of a medical examination.
She laughed. 'I thought you were going to poke your finger inside like the doctor with his instrument and move it around to see if I'm healthy.'
Wendy's eyes widened. 'Wen, perhaps I should, Mara,' she said seriously. 'Have you been examined very recently?'
Mara shook her head. 'Four, five months at least.'
'Well, one should check more often,' Wendy said quickly. 'My mother felt me in there regularly like this, just to be on the safe side.'
Without waiting for Mara's response, she plunged her long forefinger into the sixteen-year-old girl's vagina. It hurt at first because Mara was still a virgin then and the finger had to squeeze past the hymen. But once inside Wendy's finger felt surprisingly good and very pleasurable and as the Englishwoman's probing finger swished around inside her genitals, Mara felt very excited. She found herself panting as her pubic bush became very wet from the effusion caused by Wendy's finger. Wendy's face, when she looked at it, was red and her eyes were dilating.
'You're beautifully made, Mara dear, and quite healthy inside there, thank goodness. Would you do that to me, please.'
Mara blushed. She had never touched a woman's vagina before but before she could reply, they heard a truck coming on a road not far from where they lay. Wendy jumped up.
'We'd better leave… it sounds like an army truck… they occasionally play war games in this area.' As they threw on their togs, she smiled. 'I know what. After dinner tonight, when I practice the English grammar with you, you can do me.'
Mara laughed. 'You want me to do that in the library? I think Daddy or Mummy would find it very odd, don't you?'
'We'll do it in your bedroom dear,' Wendy said. 'I'm a little worried about myself, you know.' She began to pout. 'You don't mind examining me too, do you?'
Mara shook her head. She knew now that, had she not been so terribly naive about sex, having had nothing remotely to do with boys because of her secluded existence, she might have realized trouble was ahead. But the whole idea of lesbianism at that time was as strange and unknown to her as television might be to a man who awoke after sleeping fifty years. But that night she discovered another Wendy. This fussy, prim British girl, who sounded like a character out of the English films her mother took her to, was a woman with an alarming sexual appetite.
They had been in Mara's bedroom only a few minutes, when Wendy put aside their English grammar books, locked the door and stretched out on the bed. Lifting her skirt, she spread her legs. Mara was surprised to see she was wearing no underwear.
'You've got no panties on,' she said, smiling.
'All ready for your examination, my dear,' Wendy said. 'And do be thorough. Move in and out at a vigorous pace so you can see if you feel anything. It's terribly important to do it properly, you know!'
Mara got on the bed and did as Wendy requested, driving her finger in and out. The effect on Wendy astonished her. The older girl began to breathe at a faster pace and then to emit little groans. At first she thought she was hurting the girl and apologized. She pulled her finger away from Wendy's slit.
'Oh no… no,' Wendy pleaded, 'don't stop… you must go on. Try to touch the little button at the top of my thing, dear, that is terribly, terribly important in checking.'
Mara obeyed and pressed Wendy's prominent clitoris until the groans grew louder. 'Oh my God,' Wendy said.
'I don't feel anything inside, Wendy,' Mara said.
'How much more do you think I ought to try-'
She had no chance to finish her sentence. Wendy punctuated it by sitting bolt upright in the bed and embracing her…
'Oh darling… ' Wendy said, 'darling.' As the young Eurasian remained speechless, she was thrown back on the bed and her legs flung apart. A second later, Wendy's hot tongue was probing her bush, looking for the labia, sucking them furiously.
'Don't,' Mara pleaded, frightened by what was happening to her, 'Let me go, Wendy… '
But the English tutor continued to suck her vagina as if she was fighting for life.
'You have such a divine little pussy, my darling,' she said, 'So divine. I wanted to do this to you this afternoon and. if all those horrid men had not driven up, I would have. '
'Let me go,' Mara wailed, 'you're crazy.'
'I love you, darling,' Wendy said. Opening Mara's blouse, she pulled out the girl's developing breasts and began to suck them. Mara's sensations wavered between pleasure at the feel of Wendy's hot, active tongue on her nipples and the fear that her teeth would bite into them as the girl became more and more impassioned.
'You're hurting me,' Mara yelled. 'Stop it or I'll call my father.'
'Don't do that,' Wendy said quickly, her voice hardening. 'If your father caught us in bed together, he'd kill you.'
'What… what are you talking about?'
'Darling, men don't understand the love women have for one another. If he knew this was happening, you'd be sent to some horrible little convent in Bruges or Antwerp. Never see the outside world again… that's what they do to women like us.'
'Us? But I did nothing at all,' Mara protested. 'You made me do this. You made me-'
'It doesn't matter,' Wendy snapped. 'You wanted this as much as I. You enjoyed doing me this afternoon. I saw it in your eyes.'
'You just imagined it,' Wendy cried. 'I was just trying to examine you like you asked me to.'
'No!' Wendy took the girl in her arms. As Wendy strove to free herself, she kissed her on her mouth 'You love me as I love you… This is better than any stupid man can give you, darling.'
'Let me go or I'll scream for help,' Mara cried.
