Joel Mills laughed appreciatively. 'You're beautiful, you know that? Really beautiful. You have no notion of why I'm here?'
'No.'
Joe put his hand boldly on her thigh, pushing up the girl's skirt and caressed the warm bare flesh.
'Does that give you a clue?' He pushed her down on the bed with a firm but gentle shove and fell on top of her, digging his erect penis between her thighs. The movement was so sudden, so astonishing in its unpredictableness that she was rendered speechless. And at that second a light lit up in his mind. 'I must keep her off balance. I must keep her off balance,' Joe Mills kept repeating to himself silently as he pumped into her crotch.
'I'm as horny as Ruth Peter is darling,' he whispered bending his mouth to Mara's ear, 'and I'd love to lick your pussy because I'm as horny as hell.'
Mara fought to get him off and tried to scream, a scream muted by his palm held down heavily over her mouth. As he pressed down he continued speaking aloud.
'When I was a teen-ager in camp I went down on my roommate, the captain of the hockey school eighteen times one weekend. How do you like that?'
The scream forming in Mara's throat suddenly faded. She closed her eyes miserably. 'How about it baby? Think we can send that to the Guinness Book of Records?'
There was no doubt in her mind now. Joe Mills had heard her conversation with Ruth after Mike had left. He was repeating Ruth's exact phrases, give or take a word or two. He must have been there at the window. Or had he got it from Mike who had stayed on to eavesdrop. No, that was silly, the two men did not even know one an other. Goddamn it, she thought angrily, was everybody in town present last night? She fought back her tears as she realized that Joe Mills had her at his mercy, had her and Ruth boxed in as much as Mike had.
'Now don't get worried honey,' Joe was saying. 'I'm not interested in hurting you or Ruth? I'm just a little lonely.'
He rolled over on his side and putting his forefinger in Mara's vagina, played with her labia. 'Just a wee bit lonely that's all. And you can help me get over that feeling.'
'Did-did you spy on us last night?' Mara asked slowly, The English teacher's finger was both irritating her and exciting her as he played lightly with her thin pussy lips, I'm a bitch, she thought. Even though I hate this wretch, his finger on my pussy is beginning to drive me wild. If he touched her clitoris, she would go out of her mind. But right now what she wanted to know was whether he had noticed Mike leaving.
'No,' Joe Mills lied. 'I was coming by to bring a package of new proposed texts to Ruth. She told me she was anxious to read them quickly so she could make a choice on whether to buy them for our classes. And since I was on my way to an appointment, I thought I'd drop them off.'
He was lying, she knew. She could tell it from his tone, but she could not prove it, and even if she did, what difference did it make?
'Anyway, I passed by the window and saw you two girls licking each other's twats,' he laughed. 'Kind of made me a little excited, so I thought I'd look in here today and see if I could get some of that finger-licking pussy for myself.'
She hated the word 'twat.' It was a term of opprobrium, of deep insult and contempt to her. It was what men used when they thought of women as pieces of meat, as flesh to be enjoyed and then thrown out like an orange that has been sucked dry. She hated it as much as she loathed 'snatch' or 'quim.' 'Cunt' she did not mind in the mouth of a lover. But the others annoyed her.
'I had this great overwhelming urge to lick your little twat the day of the picnic, you know, and after you left I went out looking for you. But you were too busy getting your twat sucked by our noble chairman of the English Department.'
He chuckled. 'Only, you know, I wasn't really too sure that day I was so plumbed damned drunk… But for days afterwards, I'd lay in bed with a big hard-on thinking of how delicious your twat must look and taste like, you know, And I kept thinking: 'man I gotta get my hands on that twat, my mouth on her twat!' It was the loveliest twat I ever saw.'
'Stop using that word,' she yelled. 'I hate it, I loathe it. Use another word damn you, please. Use another word.'
He grinned. 'Okay, I'm sorry. I guess 'cunt' is as good as any I've ever heard. Now are you going to be friendly or shall I tell tales out of school… or rather tell tales in school?'
'What do you expect from me?' she asked pleadingly.
'I want you to suck my cock and I want to suck your cunt. Together, as they do in a French soixante-neuf or sixty-nine, as they call it in London. Okay?'
'That's disgusting, contemptible and horrible,' Mara said petulantly, 'You're taking advantage of me. How can you even ask such a thing? What you saw was a natural thing between two people. It may be some deviation in your eyes or in the world's eyes but it was a natural thing that occurred to us. You are using this to blackmail me into doing things I find terrible.'
'I don't think they're terrible,' Joe Mills said equably as he tickled her pussy with his fingers. The soft moist tissue was exciting him as was the strong pungent odor of her wet vagina.
'I think you're acting like a complete and utter bastard to even suggest this to me, Mr. Mills.'
He got off the bed and sighed heavily. 'Just as you like my dear, I don't believe in rape. If you won't give of your own free will, then I'll forget about it,' He saw her eyes widen with astonishment and some relief. 'But I'll be deeply hurt by your refusal. And when I'm hurt I talk compulsively about everything I know.' He paused, 'Do I make myself dear, Miss Blake?'
She bit her lip and stared at him balefully for a long moment. Then sighing she lay back on the bed and spread her long thighs. Joe Mills' heart palpitated furiously as he saw her open the gateway to heaven. Only a thin wisp of lacy panty blocked her entrance, He had shoved it aside impatiently with his forefinger before but now its presence irritated him.
A second later he bent over and studied the crotch piece carefully. It was like a beautiful painting being veiled before the opening of an art exhibition. Behind the thin wall of cloth lay paradise. Slowly he pulled Mara's panties off her thighs, moving them down slowly over her smooth, columnar thighs and over her stocking feet. As he did he could hear Mara's breathing increase in intensity.
When the lovely vista of her fur-lined labia were open to his full gaze, he drew his breath in sharply. He could not resist an impulse to lower his nostrils to her slit and breathe in the heavy sexual odor reverently. He was in heaven.
'You have no idea how many times I've lain awake staring at the ceiling and trying to picture your lovely cunt dear' Joe Mills told her. 'It's far more appealing than I had ever dreamed. Now let's get ourselves into position, darling.'
Mara grimaced slightly as Joe lowered his pants and removed his pants and under shorts. A heavy odor of male crotch and sweat enveloped her as he lowered his thick clubby penis and testicles over her mouth. For a moment he moved his genitals over her mouth trying to achieve a position in which he felt comfortable. The thick ganglia of sweaty flesh almost stopped Mara from breathing. At one point as his broad buttocks moved over her face, she found her mouth wedged tightly over his anus and drew back sharply. Ultimately he was able to press his stiffened penis into her jaws. It was difficult for her to clamp on to his club but in the end she gripped it firmly with her teeth.
The sensation of Mara's teeth against his sensitive penis both alarmed and titillated him. He loved the feeling of her dentures but feared that in a fit of anger or frustration at what he was submitting her to, she might bite him severely.
'Just suck my cock, dear,' he said lifting his head above her pussy. 'No biting please.'
With a sigh, Mara began to lick Joe Mills' penis. It was the biggest she had ever had in her mouth. Not big in length. Mike's had been longer. But in thickness. Joe's was short and very thick. She did not like the taste of it, nor the odor. She wished he had used a rich cologne on it as Mike used to. But she was sucking away for dear life when she heard the door open and shut.
'Hi darling!' Ruth's voice rang out gaily. 'It's me. Be with you in a minute as soon as I go to the john.'
