effect she would have on Ruth. She could not explain why. But the combination of high cheekbones, slanted eyes and a cafeau-lait smooth skin combined with her thick black bush and the long slit drove women who went for her wild. It drove the men who saw her pussy wild too, but not in quite the same way.
'You've had the same reaction from women before darling, haven't you?' said Ruth reading her thoughts.
Mara nodded. 'Yes and I don't understand why. I mean I don't think I'm especially beautiful down there, am I. It's the same as everyone else. I mean,' she blushed. 'I don't mean that I am an expert or anything but the few women or girls I've seen in showers and all that… they all seem alike.'
'Oh no… oh no,' Ruth protested. 'Not in a thousand ears. You are very different. For one thing, your cunt lips are so wonderfully thin. You must have had a French ancestor somewhere because most of the beautiful French girls I've had as lovers, when I was in Paris, had the same immeasurably thin cunt lips. 'Fines attaches,' the French call them. They have an old wives' tale that if a girl has thin wrists and small feet, she will have thin cunt lips and a very tight pussy. Is yours tight?'
Mara flushed and nodded. 'Terribly. My boyfriend has awful trouble putting his thing in… I need a lot of butter.'
'Don't talk about him,' Ruth snapped irritably. And then she smiled, as she put a finger tenderly into Mara's vagina.
'Don't mind me, dearest. It's just that I'm terribly jealous and I'm put out if anyone talks about a bloody man when I'm hot and wet for her myself.'
'I'm sorry,' Mara said. 'Do you, 'er, want me to kiss you down there.'
'Not quite yet, dear.' Ruth stood up from the bed. 'I want to do a couple of things first. Spray myself with a new rich cologne you'll just adore. And I would love to spray your pussy with Ma Reve. It means 'my dream' in French… I just go out of my gourd when I smell that on a woman's cunt. The combination of her natural cunt odors and the perfume… wow. Do you mind?'
'No but do it lightly or it will hurt. I'm quite tender own there and perfume stings if it is too strongly rubbed m… my boyfriend-' She stopped quickly. Ruth smiled approvingly.
'Just a fine mist on your pussy lips and then we can have a kind of second dessert,' she said.
'I don't understand what you mean?' Then she flushed. 'Oh, you mean like soixante neuf, sixty-nine.'
'Exactly my darling. I see you're not all that naпve about sex, are you?'
A few minutes later she brought a spray bottle over to the Eurasian girl's pussy and spread it about so that it covered most of her thighs. Then she took another scent bottle and did it to herself. After that she sighed and got into bed beside the younger girl. Slowly she raised herself on one elbow and gazed lovingly on Mara's reading slit.
'Forgive me… I have to look on it for a minute or two. It's not just a sexual pleasure. It's an aesthetic pleasure. I think I would like to paint your lovely cunt.' She laughed. 'Maybe finger painting it would be better. Then I could enjoy both pleasures. Now let's get cozy with one another and enjoy.'
Carefully placing her naked form close to Mara's, Ruth arched herself so that she could bury her head between the Eurasian girl's beautiful thighs. Then she flipped over so that her buttocks faced the girl, moving slowly so that her own pubic area was directly over the younger woman's face.
For a moment Mara stared at Ruth's voluminous light brown bush. It was so thick and luxuriant in its dense growth that for a moment she could not see where the slit was. It was almost as if someone had tumbled a full head of hair on her own face. Then applying her lips to the mass, she began to try to ferret out the opening of Ruth's vagina. She was overwhelmed by the heavy, sweetish scent Ruth used on her pubic area. She had to cough and then catch her breath as she inhaled the alcoholic content of the rich cologne.
'Are you all right, darling?' Ruth inquired solicitously, hearing Mara cough. 'Did I drench my pussy too much with that thing? It's a bad habit of mine. I do want my lovers to enjoy the sucking and the scent is important.'
'I'm all right,' Mara said. 'But don't let any Alcoholics Anonymous member go down on you,' she added jokingly, 'Or she won't be able to drive home.'
For the next half hour the two women thrilled each other with their tongues. Mara found herself gasping for breath as Ruth Peter played with her vaginal lips the way a frisky puppy might play with a rubber ball. She would take the lips of Mara's sweet smelling vulva in her mouth, then let go in playful fashion. A moment later she would repeat the maneuver.
Alternately she would slip her pointed tongue in and out of Mara's slit, driving the girl to the point where she wanted to flee, then she would stop. If Mara had any hesitation herself, it soon vanished under the overwhelming flood of sensations she was experiencing. This was nothing like what happened when Mike went down on her. True, she enjoyed her boyfriend's passionate sucking of her pussy. But this thing that was going on now was so much richer that it was like the difference between night and day.
She found herself wanting to scream as Ruth focused on her clitoris, nipping at the little pink bud, lapping it from all angles. It was a scream she suppressed and then, finally, could no longer hold in. As Ruth pressed in on her most sensitive area, she let a wild howl escape from her lips.
'OH-OH-OH MY… OR… MY… AAAAMAAH… AAAH… AAAH… AAH… OH… I CAN'T STAND THIS… I CANNOT STAND THIS RUTH… YOU'RE DRIVING ME OUT OF MY MIND… OH AAAH… OOOOH… AAHHHH… I'M COMING… OR… I'M COMING!…'
And in another moment she did, feeling as if her vagina had exploded and with it her entire nervous system. Hardly pausing for breath, Ruth continued to lap away until Mara experienced a renewed series of fantastic orgasms that seemed to go on forever. She found herself almost unable to breathe as they continued to detonate in a flow that astonished her. Ruth Peter was the most fantastic lover she had ever known. Wendy had been marvelous but nothing like this, she told herself. Or was she simply not remembering correctly.
She tried to give Ruth equal pleasure, tried her damndest… but it was no use. She was nowhere on Ruth's level when it came to reaching the top layer of her sensitivity. No matter how hard her tongue worked to lave the older woman's slit and bush, she could not achieve the same results.
'Oh dear, I am so sorry,' Mara apologized. 'You were so terrific with me… and I've… I've failed you.'
'Don't fret love,' Ruth said soothingly. 'I've had a lot more experience than you.' She described how when she had attended the Sorbonne during her junior year at Vassar, she had become acquainted with a dress designer from one of Paris' best haute couture houses. The woman had taken her to her apartment high above the Rand Point of the Champs Elysees and between sips of champagne had taught her how to use her mouth to give a woman the fullest, most exciting sexual satisfaction.
'It took us months of practice,' Ruth said with a broad smile, 'but it was delightful educational practice and the tuition couldn't be beat. We'll do the same with you my pet. You're coming to work with me starting two weeks from now and we can have our little sessions here several times a week. By the time I'm finished, you will be an artist of the highest rank in the practice of cunnilingus.'
Later, as they took a shower together, Ruth thrilled her again by sucking her nipples. Over the noise of the cascading water, Ruth told her they would be having a faculty picnic a week later and that she was invited.
'You'll have a chance to meet the staff and department heads of the school,' Ruth said, as she dried Maya's body with a rough Turkish towel that soon buffed the Eurasian's skin to a healthy pink color.
'It is a bit of at bore, Mara,' she went on, 'but it's good politics for a new teacher to mix early in the game. For one thing it gets you in solidly at the beginning with the people who matter. You know, you have a drink, talk, joke with them and it eases things later when you need favors.'
'What sort of favors?' Mara wanted to know.
'Well, suppose you need help from one of the other teachers to cover your absences,' Ruth grinned. 'I want us to duck out here for some lovemaking whenever we can. I don't have a terrible lot of free time during the weekdays, but occasionally time does turn up. If you can come here too I'd be delighted, naturally.'
But in addition there were other things to keep account of. The faculty, meeting as a group, okayed requests for passing on such matters as field trips, special equipment that Mara wanted or might want later. It was good to have friends in the faculty.
And there were all sorts of things that came up during the school year that often required cooperation from other teachers or departments. Supposing a kid in one of Mara's classes was under great pressure because of term paper deadlines or tests from other teachers. Mara could help the boy by asking another teacher to give him more time. Mara might want to take a few days longer at Christmas or Easter to travel. She could ask another
