Ruth felt Perry work his way up inside of her. She closed her eyes tight and tried to shut out the touch of his flesh on hers, the strong odor that filled her nostrils and the grunting noise that he made with his mouth. But closing her eyes wasn't the way out and Ruth lay quietly and concentrated on the sharp pressure of the man's hands. Perry was lost in his revelry and his strong fingers dug into her delicate flesh as he breathed heavily against her cheek.
"... Got to take my mine ... away from this," she said to herself. She turned her head to the side, away from Perry's hot breath and looked at the night table. A picture was lying face down next to the telephone. It was Tom's picture and as Ruth gazed at the shiny brass frame, her mind was clouded with guilt. She closed her eyes and pictured Tom. coming through the bedroom door, screaming with rage and attacking Perry tearing him from the cradle of Ruth's thighs.
She shook her head. It was nonsense. Tom would never find out ... he would never know of the sacrifices she was making for him. And as she felt Perry lunge forward, press deeper inside of her. Ruth bit her lower lip and closed her eyes again.
Tom Prophet approached her in the darkness behind her eyes. He was smiling as he hopped up the low steps at the front of the house. Ruth's heart pounded in her chest and she pressed her palm against her breast to keep herself from exploding.
The chimes startled her into action and she wrenched the door open.
Tom, stood framed in the doorway and smiled. He was relaxed and confident and it seemed like an eternity before he rushed forward and took her in his strong arms. He kissed her lips and eyes and Ruth felt the happiness bubbling over and she laughed and cried at the same time.
"You look gorgeous, Ruth," Tom said, taking a step back. "Nothing can change my Ruth ... Not even rough and tough New York."
She felt her cheeks flush crimson and averted his sparkling eyes.
"It wasn't that New York was tough. I guess I just couldn't make it. It takes an awfully strong constitution ... one stronger than mine."
"What? Ruth Grant? You can't be talking about the same hard headed little girl that I know," Tom said incredulously.
They stood silently for a moment longer and Ruth tried desperately to control her trembling fingers.
"Come in, Tom ... come in," she said and smiled nervously as she closed the door. "Why don't we go into the living room" she said ... into my parlor little fly, she thought to herself. Does it have to be so damned cold and obvious, she wondered bitterly. Why can't everything go like it does in the movies? Surely I've betrayed my intentions ... he knows why I brought him here....
"The old house hasn't changed much" Tom observed. He walked around the room and touched the arm of an easy chair, the back of the sofa and hesitated for a moment in front of a dark portrait of Ruth's grandfather.
The silence crushed Ruth's shoulders and she felt her spirit sagging.
"Would you like a drink, Tom?"
"... Still the warm, cozy house that I spent so much time in ... with you," he said and smiled at her. "Yes. I think I'd like a drink to celebrate your homecoming."
Ruth walked over to a high cabinet extracted a fresh bottle of whiskey and broke the seal.
"Sorry I don't have any ice yet ... the refrigerator...."
"Don't worry about it ... I'll take a little cold water on the side."
He startled her as she poured the brown liquid into the glasses. His arms wound around her and squeezed gently as he buried his lips between her neck and shoulder. Her flesh tingled as he brushed his mouth over the downy blond hair at the nape of her neck.
"Tom ... You'll make me drop this ... Please Tom!" she laughed.
"Okay. I can take a hint," he said, pretending to be offended.
He walked to the couch and settled onto the overstuffed cushions.
"How are things at the office?"
"The same," Tom said.
Ruth looked at the faint lines criss crossing Tom's face when he looked up and took the glass from her hand. "You don't look like things are fine ... or am I wrong?"
"Now ... you don't want to talk about that ... do you? It's the first time we've seen each other in a year. Surely you have a lot to tell me." He took her hand in his and she sat down beside him. "Besides ... a lady's place is at home. Have you forgotten already how I feel?"
"No ... No, Tom. I'm sorry. I won't ask again. I just thought...."
"There you go again ... Thinking is going to get you into trouble one of these days," he warned and kissed her on the cheek.
The pressure of his lips faded slowly and Ruth wanted to go out to him, fall into his arms and hold him, feel his body against hers again....
"Are you going to stay out here alone?"
"It's nice here. As you said ... warm and cozy and I don't have to worry about nosy neighbors."
Ruth soon tired of the small talk and remained silent for a long while. When they had finished half the bottle of whiskey, Tom put it back in the cabinet and looked at her curiously. "What's wrong, Ruth? It isn't like you to sit quiet for such a long time. Is there anything I can do?"
The patronizing tone of his voice irritated Ruth. She wanted to tell him, scream at him that she still loved him ... Let him know how much she had suffered living alone in New York ... Make him feel some of the loneliness....
"Ruth ... Ruth," Tom whispered in her ear.
He was suddenly close to her, holding tight, caressing, and Ruth heard her own voice sobbing:
"Tom ... Oh, Tom. I tried ... really tried hard to forget ... but it's no use. I can't stay away from you ... "
He was silent then. His hands worked steadily over her body, soothing her, calming the ache that ripped through her heart. She leaned into his gentle hands and closed her eyes.
Tom put the light out and she heard his clothing in the dark. She didn't care what happened to her that night ... she wanted Tom. She undressed quickly and reached for him and they melted together. The soft cushions of the couch seemed to come up and meet her as Tom lowered her gently. The heat of their bodies filled the room, engulfed them and when Tom entered her, the tension floated out of her body. She clung to him and felt his strength seep into her body and it was wonderful ... nothing mattered anymore ... just the two of them in the darkness of their new world.
But later, as they relaxed and he toyed with her breasts, Ruth sensed the same stiffness in his manner that she had noticed when he came in.
"Tom...."
"Yes darling?"
"Tom ... Before ... you said that nothing was bothering you," she said softly. "But I don't know ... I feel something."
"Mmm," he mumbled against her moist flesh. "Your vivid imagination."
They were silent for a while. She knew that something was wrong for Tom, hadn't uttered a sound since she asked about his business.
"Why don't you tell me? I know you'll feel better."
"It's nothing ... really," he assured her but his tone of voice gave him away.
"It's got to do with business ... That much I'm sure of."
Tom sat up abruptly and pulled away from her, "Alright. Have it your way. I know you won't leave me alone until you get what you want." '"Then I was right!"
"Yes. It is the business. Electro Systems is in competition with a few other firms. We're all after a fat government contract."
"Hut that shouldn't worry you. Everyone around here knows that you've helped build Electro into one of the most modern producers in its field."
"Of course. That's not where the problem lies."
"Well pardon me for being dumb, but where is the problem?"
"The subcontractors...."
"Sub-contractors?" Ruth interrupted.
"I knew I shouldn't have started this. Didn't I warn you?"
"Yes dear," Ruth said abruptly, " ... Please go on."
"Electro can't do all of the work. There are certain component parts that we must get from other manufacturers ... Sign contracts with them before the government will give us a commitment."
"That's simple. Just go out and get the others lined up and bang! There's your deal."
"Ohhh ... Don't we all wish it was that simple."
"Sounds quite simple to me," Ruth said.
"You don't understand ... there is more involved ... like politics ... deals passing under the table ... money changing hands."
Ruth was beginning to understand now. Tom was running into strong opposition ... a style of competition that was completely out of character for him. Tom could be unscrupulous ... to a point ... but the board of Electro never knew ... all they cared about was results and that was what Tom got. But he didn't control the purse strings for this deal, he explained.
"This deal is so big that the President himself has taken over the budget. My hands are tied."
Sitting there, listening to his story, Ruth smiled to herself. She knew, as the picture formed in her mind, that she was going to help. She wasn't sure yet how, but she knew that she wouldn't sit by and watch everything Tom had worked for, go down the drain.
The days that followed her meeting with Tom were filled with frustration. Ruth understood what had to be done ... she had given it much thought but the one obstacle that remained was how to find out who Tom was in competition with, without arousing his, or anyone else's suspicion. Then it came to her. Of course, she thought. It's so simple.
She ran to the phone and dialed.
"Hello ... Mr. Perry Morgan, please ... Yes. I'll wait."
He had the key ... Perry's firm had been a supplier for Electro for many years and it would be easy to find out ... Perry had had a crush on Ruth ever since they were children and it would be a simple matter of inviting him over and....
"Hello? Perry ... Perry, darling. How have you been? It's Ruth ... Ruth Grant ... Yes. I'm back at the old house and I thought that you might come over tonight for a drink and...."
And he said he would be over right away. She tried to put him off until evening but he insisted and within the house, his car had pulled up in front of her house.
"Ruth! It's so good to see you. You don't know how happy I am that you found time to phone me. Me! After all these years of dodging and now you come home and call me. I'm flabbergasted."
The rest had been easy. Perry was eager to talk about Tom Prophet's impending downfall. If it hadn't been for Tom's drive and ambition, Perry would be vice president of Electro, instead of playing a small role with another firm. But now that the government had recognized Electro and given them an opportunity to bid, Tom needed Perry's firm as a subcontractor ... and Perry was assigned as project manager.
"Sure does my little old heart good to see Tom squirm for once in his life. And I'll bet you're more than a little glad ... after the way he pushed you around and made you sit out here while he romanced Electro."
"You really hate Tom. Don't you?"
"Hate? I don't hate Tom Prophet ... I despise him," Perry had hissed.
"Well then," Ruth began and a smile curled the corners of her full lips. " ... you aren't going to like what I'm about to ask you."
"And what might that be?" Perry asked, leaning closer to her.
"I want you to give me a list of Tom's competitors," she said curtly.
Perry leaned back and stared at her curiously.
"What do you want with a list?" he asked, then suddenly laughed out loud and slapped his thigh. "Ruth ... you're a devil. Now I get it. Who would have ever believed that sweet little Ruth Grant...."
"I know what you're thinking Perry but you're all wrong," Ruth said abruptly.
Perry stopped laughing. His hand was raised in the air but he brought it down slowly.
"What do you mean?"
"I told you that you weren't going to like it ... I want that list so that I can help Tom ... not hurt him as you would like to believe."
Perry was dumbfounded. He smiled crookedly, shook his head in disbelief and said:
"Alright. What have you got up your sleeve Ruth? Tell Perry all about it." Ruth thought for a moment and frowned.
"Don't laugh at me when I tell you that I haven't figured that part out yet, but...."
"Oh, Ruth, come now. You don't expect me to believe that you got me all the way out here to ask me for a list of names that you don't know what you're going to do with? Incredible."
"Don't make fun of me Perry. I told you that I am determined to help Tom and I will!"
"But why? Why do you want to help that ... bastard! Why do you want to get stabbed in the back again? If you think for one minute that Tom will be grateful for your efforts ... then I've given you more credit than you deserve. Only a perfect stranger or an utter fool...."
"Thank you Perry. Now just give me the list and get out," Ruth said bitterly.
"Ruth ... I didn't mean that ... I...."
"The list Perry!"
Perry started to write the names, glanced up at Ruth, shook his head then suddenly stopped writing.
"Tell me what you're going to do with these names," he demanded.
"I already told you ... I haven't figured that part out yet."
"What will you do if I refuse?" he asked. "You won't," she said.
"Oh but I am ... Refusing," he said coyly and put the slip of paper back into his pocket. "You see Ruth ... There's no percentage in it for me ... I don't get my revenge ... Tom gets his contracts ... I lose my job and you."
"Me?" Ruth laughed. "Where did you get the idea that you ever had me?"
Perry pulled the list out of his pocket and waved 'it in the air.
"This," he said simply and smiled.
Ruth watched the small rectangle of white paper swinging in the air and felt her confidence slipping away.
The rest had been easy ... for Perry. He had a a plan, he told her. If the two of them could join forces ... help Tom get the others under contract, then Perry would be on the winning team and he might just get to keep his job.
Ruth had smiled then and she felt her confidence coming back.
"Not so fast," Perry said as she reached for the list. "There's that little matter of you and me joining forces.
He moved closer to her and she cringed as his lips crushed her startled mouth. Perry's hands were all over her at once, tearing at her clothes and she fought to keep him away.
"Get out of my house this minute!" she screamed.
He grinned and rose slowly from his chair straightened his tie, smoothed his hair and Ruth saw the white white flash enter his pocket.
"If that's the way you want it," he had said and started for the door.
Ruth's lungs collapsed as the air hissed through her teeth. She was beaten and she knew it. As long as Perry had that list, she couldn't do anything to help Tom. But if she gave in? It wouldn't end there. She knew Perry too well to believe that if she gave herself to him, he would leave and never come back.
"Wait!" she shouted. "Wait, Perry. Give me a few minutes ... to think this over."
"What do you mean ... think it over. If you have to work up courage ... that's not what I want. I'm not all that bad," he said sarcastically.
"It's just so sudden," she explained hurriedly. "I ... things are going so fast."
"That's the way it is in business. When the pressure is on ... you've got to act ... right away!"
Ruth stared blankly at him and he shook his head and reached for the doorknob.
"Goodnight Ruth. I guess you just don't have the stuff."
"No Perry wait!" she pleaded and jumped from the couch. "Alright. Alright, We'll do it your way ... anything you want. But you've got to promise me that Tom will never find out."
Perry let go of the door and placed his hand on Ruth's arm.
"That's more like it," he smiled. "Now ... Why don't you go upstairs and get comfortable while I fix us a drink."
And now, not even ten minutes after their conversation, Perry was riding the fiery waves of his conquest: Ruth tried to withdraw as he stiffened, gasped and poured himself into her. She cringed at the sight of his distorted features coming toward her face and turned to the side again, covering her eyes with her arm.
Perry leaned heavily on her breasts.
"What's the matter ... can't stand the sight of me?"
"You didn't say I had to like it," she snapped. "You've taken what you wanted ... Now why don't you leave?"
"Hold on Ruth," he said softly in her ear. "No sense in spoiling it by getting bitter. The fact is, I think we make an excellent team."
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! I did what you want, now give the list to me" she cried desperately.
The situation was fast becoming unbearable to add to her anxiety, Perry laughed menancingly.
"Just a moment ... dear Ruth. Just remember one thing ... You do what I say from now on. Do you understand?"
Ruth pushed against his chest, and forced him to get up, move away from her. She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm afread you've got it all wrong Perry ... A few words in the right places and I can start your career snowballing ... downhill. And fast! So give me the list and leave me alone," she said calmly.
"That's just what I love about you, Ruth. You're always one step ahead of me," Perry admitted. "You win now, but I hope you don't expect me to stay away from you."
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh, Tom ... I'm so happy for you," Ruth said into the telephone. She smiled to herself and toyed with the black cord, twisting it around her finger. "Yes ... I remember what you said about the contract ... Yes. I think we should celebrate...."
Tom had called Ruth to tell her of his stroke of luck; Perry Morgan had unexpectedly called to tell him that he was willing to join forces with Tom and try to get the government contract sewed up. He was elated because, as he told Ruth, Perry, was the biggest obstacle. The rest of the organizations were sure to fall in line.
"I'm sure they will," Ruth said. "Now how about that celebration?"
She felt her heart sink when Tom said that he would be staying late at the office every night. There were meetings, estimates to get ready and a lot of things that she wouldn't understand, he assured her.
"What about this weekend? Tom, you can't work all weekend ... you need some rest to preserve your strength."
They made a date for that Friday evening and Ruth said goodbye. She was disappointed that she wouldn't be seeing Tom for three days. But that would give her time ... for her next move.
She walked to her secretary and opened the leaf. The list that Perry had given her was filed neatly in a pigeon hole. She took it and sat in an easy chair.
The first name on the list was Jay Higgins, vital statistics: young, tall and dark. He was vice president of a cable manufacturing firm and Perry had placed a star next to his name. Ruth put the list aside and thought for a moment. She had met Jay many years ago at a college dance. She didn't know much about him except that he had a bright smile and always got what he was after. He had quite a reputation as a ladies' man. She wondered if he was married.
Ruth's hand trembled as she picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello ... May I speak to Mr. Jay Higgins please? This is Miss Bromley. Yes ... that's right ... Miss Bromley."
There was a pause on the other end and Ruth listened to the line hum, then a loud click. A man's voice said hello.
"Mr. Higgins? This is Miss Bromley of the Telegram. Yes ... it's a news magazine ... I've been assigned to do an article on young business men and I was wondering if you would let me interview you? ... You would ... Where shall we meet?...."
Jay Higgins sat back in his chair and smiled. He was flattered that anyone would want to interview him ... and doubly so because it was the Telegram. He had suggested the young lady come here to his office but she said that more informal surroundings would make him relax and the interview would be more realistic. He scratched his chin and buzzed his secretary, "I'm going out to lunch now and I'll be late. If anything important comes up ... you can reach me at the Concord."
Jay left the office in a light mood. He whistled on his way down the street to the restaurant. It was a beautiful day; bright, sunny and warm and he sniffed the air. There was something special about the way the air smelled today. He tipped his hat as he passed an elderly woman on the sidewalk and she twittered like a little bird. Yes, he thought, I have a funny feeling that things are going my way today.
He stopped and bought a small bunch of flowers. He was going to have them sent to the office but then, on second thought, decided that it would be nice to give them to the reporter ... Miss Bronson ... No Bromley. He bought the flowers and had them wrapped then went on his way again toward the Concord. Jay was pleased with himself for having suggested they meet there. It was a little place, good food and service but surprisingly enough, not many of the local business men stopped there. The lunches were too big, they complained and so the Concord catered to the wealthier wives and widows of the area.
The doorman tipped his hat as Jay entered, still whistling a silly tune. He stepped into the foyer and was greeted by a middle aged hostess. She smiled, flashing a gold tooth and he suppressed a grin.
"Miss Bromley is waiting for me. Does she have a table?"
"A young lady is waiting for you at the bar," she said and opened the door for him.
Jay blinked his eyes. The restaurant was dark and it took a few seconds for his eyes to focus. He looked down the long bar and saw a young woman sipping a martini. He shook his head for a moment; he thought she looked vaguely familiar. Her honey colored hair, long and straight, cascading over her shoulders half hid her profile. She had a fine, athletic figure, tight and firm breasts pushing under her tailored suit. He stepped to the side and looked at her full, pink mouth as her fingers curled around the glass. No. He couldn't place her yet.
"Hello. Miss Bromley?" he said and smiled as he bowed slightly.
Ruth turned, startled and almost spilled her drink. She smiled after a moment and extended her hand. "I must say that I didn't expect such a young and handsome gentleman."
"Oh flattery. It will go a long way with me, Miss Bromley."
"Please call me Ruth," she said turning on her best smile.
Jay suggested they go to a table. The hostess seated them in a secluded corner and Ruth surveyed her field of attack. A few of the women already seated in the room had turned their heads when Ruth entered earlier but hadn't bothered again since, so she decided that it was coincidence. Deep inside, she had hoped that Jay would suggest someplace a little more secluded than the Concord.
She thought that she was bound to meet someone she knew...." Miss Bromley?"
"Oh, excuse me Mr. Higgins. What were you saying?"
Jay glanced at her and shook his head. She certainly seemed preoccupied. He wondered what kind of reporter she could be; not very good, he imagined if she ignored all of her people this way. "Ah, excuse me Miss Bromley. What kind of a column do you write? I don't recall having seen your name in the Telegram."
"Oh. I ... I guess you've caught me after all," Ruth said, feigning surprise and putting her hand to her cheek. "You see, I'm not really on the staff ... sort of free lance is more what you would call it. But if I write enough good articles, there's a chance for a permanent by-line for me. I do hope you're not angry." She fluttered her dark eye lashes and pouted, wetting her lower lip with her tongue.
"Hmm. Well, yes. I admire guts and I guess you trapped me. And anyway, I have nothing against having lunch with such a beautiful young lady as yourself. What was your idea?" he said then after a brief pause, eyed her curiously. "You did have an idea for the article ... didn't you?"
Ruth stared at him and her lips moved as a smile playfully tilted the corners of her mouth. She fingered the menu, glanced at the list of food, then at Jay. Her hand went out, touched his and she squeezed. "Why don't we have lunch first, then discuss it?"
"I would much prefer that we order, talk about your article and that way we will have a few minutes after lunch if you have any more questions."
Ruth stared at him and nodded. "Alright. The article is about a new government contract that Electro Systems needs, and what role your firm intends to play in it all."
Jay sat back and grinned. He knew in that moment who she really was. He had seen her with Tom Prophet when they were all at school together. Ruth Grant! He had wondered what had become of her. But the masquerade. That's what puzzled him. Well, he thought, I'll play her silly game and see what is is that she really wants from me. "Why are you so interested in that? It certainly isn't the biggest deal ever to be offered by the government. In fact, it won't make any papers but the Stockton Journal."
"I have a special interest in small businesses ... the struggle to survive, what makes management work well and how some firms succeed and others fail."
Jay folded his hands in front of him and smiled. "Why do we have to discuss this now? It would take a while for me to get all the back up material we would need if you intend to do an in-depth study of the thing. Right now, the contract negotiations have reached a stalemate. It's pretty involved.
"I'm game. Try explaining it to me."
The waiter took their order and Jay began to weave what he thought was a confusing story. Ruth knew right away that something was up when he evaded the real issue; that of his firm's reluctance to sign with Electro. She wondered whey he held back.
"And that's about it," Jay said absently. "Our hands are tied until Electro comes up with simple assurances governing the distribution of our components. Does that answer your questions?" he said calmly and sipped his coffee.
Ruth smiled again. "Not exactly. I was wondering what a handsome young bachelor like yourself does with his spare time. After all, it seems to me that if you keep yourself under lock and key all the time, you must be pretty frustrated. You don't appear to be frustrated to me. Or are you hiding something?"
"Well, Quite a switch." he remarked. "I guess that means that you've asked all your questions or is this part of the article?"
Ruth shook her head slowly and reached for his hand again. She was afraid to make it too obvious but Jay seemed pretty reserved for some reason. "Perhaps I want to take you up on your suggestion that we meet tonight and go over your notes. I wouldn't want to write half the facts," she cooed and gazed dreamily into his eyes.
Jay couldn't restrain himself any longer. He leaned forward and smiled. "Come on Ruth. What is all of this anyway? Did you think I was that dumb that I wouldn't recognize you? What's the deal? How come you're parading around as a female reporter?" he said and no sooner had the words faded in the air then he opened his mouth and let out a long, loud Ahh. "So that's it. Tom ... Electro Systems. Yes. You're an industrial spy. Why. my dear Ruth, I didn't know you were that sneaky."
Ruth knew that her game was up and now she would have to think fast, work out a way to get Jay to commit himself. She decided to try and play innocent ... 'I'm sorry, Jay ... Mr. Higgins. I wasn't trying to cause you any harm. It was just my silly little way of helping."
"Call me Jay. What do you mean, helping? You were trying to get an answer from me ... about whether or not my company has come to a decision to go with Electro again or not. Am I right young lady?" he said and ,stared directly into her eyes.
Ruth looked to the side and lowered her chin, "Yes," she admitted in a low voice. "Yes, Jay, You're right. I guess you caught me, but please. Please don't tell Tom. He doesn't know a thing about it. I was only trying to help him and I didn't mean to pry needlessly. It's only that Tom has worked so hard...."
"... and cheated so hard," Jay added bitterly.
"Come now Ruth. Surely you know Tom's reputation. Don't try to play dumb at this stage of the game. It isn't going to work you know." He sat for a moment, listened while she explained that she had been away for a while and only just returned recently. "But that's no excuse for trying to pry a man's business secrets away from him. Do you realize that if I was someone else, I might throw the last possiblity of ever signing with Tom out the window because of this."
"Don't. Don't do that just because of me. Please Jay. I assure you that Tom doesn't know a thing about it and if he found out it would ruin everything. Please. I promise not to do it again if you give me a chance."
Jay looked into Ruth's big eyes as she pleaded with him. He looked at her large, firm breasts, heaving up and down as she anxiously awaited his answer. He felt her fear, couldn't help grinning as her fingers trembled, went to her lips and hair, fluttered nervously with her napkin. "Tell you what. You go out with me for a drink and we'll forget the whole thing."
They both sat quietly for a long time. The silence seemed to hang between them, expand with each passing moment until it was about to explode. Ruth looked down at her lap and twisted her napkin, then gazed into Jay's eyes.
"Alright. If that's what it takes to have you forgive me."
"Then let's go," he said abruptly and signalled the waiter.
"But I ... You have to go back to the office...."
"Nonsense. When you're a big man like me, you make your own hours. I'll make up for it tonight. That's a V.P.'s choice. He works when he sees fit." Jay lied and handed some bills to the waiter. "Shall we take a taxi or my car?"
Ruth shook her head slightly. "Where are we going may I ask?"
"Never mind. You can wait at the bar for a few minutes until I walk back and get my car. It won't be that long."
And before she could answer, Jay had ushered her to the empty bar and ordered her a drink, then walked out briskly. She was about half finished with her drink when he returned, a broad grin on his boyish face. She knew she was going to hook him good. It was going to be sticky, there was no doubt in her mind about that. Jay was a notorious ladies' man and she knew that he would take what he could get and squeeze his way out. She would have to make her story convincing if she was to get him to cooperate.
"Shall we?" he asked and offered her his arm. She followed him out the door and into his waiting car.
"May I ask where it is you're taking me?
"You may. We are going to my cottage on the lake. It's nice and peaceful there and we can ... talk ... all you like about the business. It won't bother me out there. Once I get away from town."
"Hut surely you can't be serious Jay. You should be back at your office and I have things to do...."
"Don't get yourself all upset over nothing," he said softly and patted her knee. "I've already made up my mind. You and I are. going to talk about a lot of things this afternoon."
Jay soared over the open roads, winding his car through the woods, then along open stretches where the sky was bright blue and cloudless. Jay's right hand rested easily on Ruth's knee and she made no attempt to move it. He was playing right into her hands and she couldn't see how things could have gone better.
The ride was over quickly and she was amazed at how fast he had driven to the lake. It had taken less than forty five minutes. She checked her watch. "I don't know how you made it this quickly," she commented just as he climbed out of the car. He didn't answer, came around to her side and opened the door. She stepped out, trying to keep her skirt down over her knees and he chuckled. "Don't get fresh now," she said and straightened her skirt while Jay closed the door. He took her by the arm and led her to the cabin, unlocked the door and went in first.
"I just wanted to look around a minute." he explained and disappeared inside. "Come on in!" Ruth heard him call from the back. "I'm in the kitchen." She stepped into the cabin. The living room took up most of the bottom floor. It was wide and cozy. The opposite wall was made of glass and to the left, a fireplace stood in front of the sofa and easy chairs. She stepped toward the window to take a look at the view. "Here's what I was looking for," Jay said as he came from the back. He held a bottle in the air and smiled. "I wasn't sure if I still had anything around or not. Do you mind not having any ice?"
Ruth shrugged her shoulders and walked to the window. The lake was calm, blue and deserted. It would start to get colder soon and the water would freeze solid. All the kids from town would come out and skate after school. Young couples would come out at night and sit by fires and dream....
"Here you are. It's not the best but it's all I can offer you," Jay said behind her and she turned. "Sit here by me," he said and patted the cushion on the sofa.
Ruth smiled, took the glass of whiskey from his hand and sipped slowly. "Mmm. Not bad. Burns a little but that's okay." She threw her head back and drank the rest of the amber liquid in the glass, handed it to Jay and waited. He shook his head, refilled the glass and she sat next to him.
"Would you mind telling me what it is you're after?"
"Me?" Ruth said, her voice filled with surprise. "You abduct me from the Concord, drag me out to the deserted woods, fill me with liquor and ask me what I'm after? You have the roles a little twisted here. I don't know what you mean."
"You know very well what I mean," Jay said and moved closer to her. He touched his glass to hers and they drank together. "You tried to pump me for information and I'd like to know why."
"Would you help if I tell you? I doubt it," Ruth said.
"How do you know what I'd do if you don't find out first?"
"Okay," she said and stared in his eyes. "I want you to sign with Tom ... give him the contract and I'll do anything you want."
Jay didn't answer. He let his breath hiss between his teeth as he smiled, shook his head and emptied his glass. He looked at Ruth again and chuckled.
"All right. If you'd be kind enough to drive me back to town, I won't say another word about it," Ruth said defiantly and set her glass on the table. "I know when I've made a fool of myself."
"Hold it Ruth. There's no need to jump to conclusions again," Jay said and moved closer. He put his hand on her shoulder, gazed into her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her tense lips. She hesitated then let him press against her.
Jay kissed her long and hard, pushed his mouth against her plump lips and tried to force her mouth open with his hot tongue. She pushed against his chest with her hands, forced him back and he looked surprised. "You just said you would do anything...."
"Only if you give me assurance that you'll sign with Tom."
Jay stared at her for a long while, rubbed his chin with his fingers. "I don't know. I don't see why I should help that bastard out at all."
"It's for me, not him. Look at it that way. If you think you can't do it then we'll forget the whole deal," Ruth said and started to get up again.
"Hold it ... hold it. Let's not be too hasty now," Jay said. He walked over to the telephone and dialed smiled at Ruth then spoke into the receiver. "Yes ... It's Jay. That's right. Listen ... (Jet hold of Tom Prophet over at Electro and set up a meeting for tomorrow ... Yes. That's what I said ... Now call him and set the meeting for early morning. Call me back here when you're set ... Right." He hung up the phone and turned to Ruth, gazed expectantly.
She stood for a moment, trying to figure what had come over him. It couldn't be that he wanted her that much ... they had only met for the first time that afternoon and....
Jay set his glass down on the table and walked toward her. His eyes were burning and the line of his jaw was set rigid. Shadows moved across his otherwise smooth face. Ruth knew what had to be done. Without a word, she reached back and unbuttoned her blouse, then slid her arms out until they were free of the soft material. Jay stopped right in front of her heaving bosom and glared at her. He waited expectantly as she fumbled with the two small hooks on her bra. She found them, pushed and felt the globes of her breasts burst free, jut forward, her nipples rigid in spite of Ruth's promise to herself that this man wasn't going to excite her; he was a pawn, to be used for Tom....
The lump at the crotch of Jay's pants grew larger pushed the fabric tighter as she slipped out of her bra. It was chilly in the cabin and her white flesh prickled. She loosened her skirt, stepped out of it and stood in front of Jay. He looked at her, taking in her white, pink tipped breasts, smooth flat belly and the hard looking mound under her panties. She was about to slip them off when he reached out and grabbed her hand and shook his head. He pulled her close and she felt the heat of his body as his arms curled around her back and pulled her roughly forward. Her breasts were crushed between them and Jay felt the hard nipples punch his chest, grind into him as he fitted his body to Ruth and kissed her mouth hard. She moaned as he cut off her breath, raked her back with his hard fingers and rammed his cock against her. She could feel the steely hardness of it under his pants. It pushed up against her and burned through the cloth. She imagined it must have been quite large.
Jay slid one hand down the back of her panties, explored the furrow between her two, soft white buttocks, kneaded the flesh, twisted and tormented until Ruth tried to pull away. Jay had a firm grip on her and she couldn't move. "Don't" she whispered but her voice was choked off by Jay's thick tongue as he drove it sharply between her lips. His finger, running between her buttocks found the target just as his tongue thrust forward; he pushed his middle finger into the tight crack of her ass. She wriggled and pulled away but it was no use. Jay's finger drove roughly into her tight, dry ass hole and Ruth cried out sharply now. It hurt, burned her tender ass. No one had ever violated her ass before and she was determined that Jay wasn't going to be the first.
But it was too late; Jay cupped one breast with his free hand, forced Ruth back until the backs of her legs hit the sofa, she stumbled and Jay was on top of her with his finger still wedged deep between her tense ass. She pleaded with him to take his finger out.
"That's a prelude baby," he whispered. "Next you get this in your ass." He stood up, unzipped his fly and dug inside, fought with his huge cock and pulled it free. Ruth studied it for a moment. It was long and thick, the biggest cock she had ever seen and covered with tight, shiny white skin except for the head. That was a deep, angry shade of red and pulsed as he stood there, holding it firmly in his hand. He could barely get his fingers around it and Ruth sat back, wondering how she would get it inside of her.
Jay dropped his pants, kicked them across the room and approached Ruth with a gleam in his eye. He turned her over on her belly. She moaned, whined and he slapped her across the buttocks.
"Hey! Cut that out. Do that again and I'll walk out of here," she shouted at him.
Jay chuckled to himself, walked over to his pants where they lay in a heap on the floor and pulled the belt through the loops. Ruth tried to see what he was doing but he kept his back toward her and concealed his movement. She started to get back up on the couch when she heard the belt whizz through the air, looked up but too late. The leather cracked across her bare white shoulders. She was more surprised than anything else and the cry stopped halfwaydown her throat as Jay stepped quickly behind her, doubled the belt and slashed it down again across her thighs. She cried out this time; the sharp metal buckle barely caught her delicate flesh and a deep red line appeared on her thigh. She tried to move away but Jay was too quick; he rained the stinging blows down on her breasts, slashed across her nipples until they shone crimson, whipped her belly and thighs until her breath came quickly and her whole body shook. Her flesh gleamed with sweat and she twisted as he raised the belt again, moved to the side and dodged the blow, then tried to get to her feet. But Jay was on top of her; he straddled her back, faced her ass and peeled the white panties over her and exposed her puckered black asshole. She tried to get away but Jay squeezed hard until she choked for air. It was no use and she stood there on her hands and knees with Jay straddling her and glaring at her naked, sweat covered buttocks. Then she heard the belt slice through the air again and sting her buttocks and no doubt reddening the tender flesh. She cried out and shook deep inside her cunt. His hands crawled up her back, caressed her firm buttocks.
Ruth leaned forward on her hands, rocked her hips and felt the sensations crackle inside her box. Jay held on to her buttocks, pushed her up and down as she rocked and each time his tongue came in contact with her stiff clitoris she sucked her breath in hard. Now she was losing control, melting into the sweet warmth of his mouth, lowering herself onto his insistent tongue as it probed and rasped her cunt, burned inside of her.
She turned suddenly, pulled his zipper open and reached inside his pants. Her fingers curled around his hard prick and tugged it free. She looked at it; soft, but hard and shiny in her hand. A tiny silver droplet oozed from the slit in the head of his cock and Ruth felt her lips twitch. She lowered her head over him, squirmed and arched her back now as Jay clamped his teeth onto her lips and at the same time fought to get his finger into her ass. She twisted against the hard rude finger as it plunged into her sticky hole; the fluid from her cunt ran down over her legs and Jay's mouth and chin. He wet his finger, then pushed it onto her tiny black asshole.
Ruth lowered her head, opened her mouth and licked out at the shiny red head of his cock. Jay felt her wet flesh rake his swollen prick. The warm saliva on her tongue cooled his burning cock, coated it with opaque sillky fluid then her lips came clown, enveloped him completely and he was being sucked into a deep hot pit, slipping over him, pulling up.
He lifted his hips, pushing his cock harder into her mouth, feeling the tight walls of her cheeks her head quickly from side to side. She could smell her own odor; the musk of her cunt and the salt of her blood and sweat. Jay was trying to force the panties into her mouth but Ruth twisted too fast. He finally gave up and pushed his knee between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. She felt his cock, thick, hot and hard, rub and then his hand was on it and pushing it against the wet lips of her cunt. She sucked in her breath, ready to take his fat cock between her legs and then he was in her; the puffed red head of his prick pushed rudely inside of her, stuffed her cunt almost immediately with his hot, pulsing flesh. Ruth cried out and Jay rammed his prick deeper, splitting her legs open, exposing the tight lips of her cunt wrapped around his cock. He reached under her, gripped her hard buttocks and pulled her toward his thrust as he drove deeper, slipping the entire length of his cock into her, an inch at a time. Ruth was twisting under his weight, the thickness of his prick. She felt it strong and hard inside of her, plunging deeper, filling her insides, troubling her clitoris with the pressure.
Jay was all the way in her cunt now. He leaned forward, kissed her suddenly, then ran his lips over her breasts. Ruth felt the sensations start deep inside of her breasts and clenched her teeth, determined not to feel anything but distaste for Jay. She tried to think of Tom but his face was a gray, vague fog in the distance of her mind and now Jay's cock insisted itself against her clitoris, rammed up into her, slid in and out of the lips of her pink cunt while his mouth sucked greedily at her rigid nipples. He reached under her again, took her buttocks in his palms as if weighing them, dug his fingers into her flesh until she squirmed against his cock. He rocked inside; of her now with long, slow motions, careful to reach every fiber of her taut body. The electric shocks sparkled through her, ripped into her breasts each time his hard mouth sucked, crackled in her groin each time his cock slid out, pushed back in until their bones crunched. She felt his finger under her, seeking the tight little hole that he had ripped open before.
"Please Jay ... Oh Jay ... stop ... take it out ... Please take it out of me ... Ohhhh it hurts there ... so much ... it hurts, burns me there ... take it out of me...."
But in spite of herself her breath came faster, became a loud, hissing hot noise and her body started to rock with Jay, swaying, pushing up to meet him each time he thrust with his long cock, stabbing into her tight pink cunt, raking her flesh with his heat.
He bit into her breasts, nibbled and twisted her nipples and she screamed at first, then her cries became a whimper and she pushed her chest up, thrust her rigid tortured nipples into his mouth and his tongue flicked, soothed momentarily then the sharp white teeth clamped down again, ground the rubbery flesh and the fire started and the pain again and his cock rammed faster, harder into her and she felt his breath in her ear now. Jay gripped her shoulders tightly in each hand and pumped as hard as he could....
Jay was breathing harder now as he pulled his cock out, rammed it all the way into the hot silky pocket of Ruth's cunt. He felt the heat boiling in his groin and knew that he was coming; he gripped her shoulders and dug his fingers in until Ruth's flesh reddened and she pushed her breads up to him, licked the side of his face, his ear. her tongue darting hotly inside and the white flash triggering him. He shot into her, thick hot bursts of fluid that gushed up inside, rammed the soft petals of her cunt and enveloped his cock.
Ruth felt it in her. washing her ache, soothing her pain and goading her on and now the long thick rod was a slick oiled piston, ramming into the soft heat, slipping and tormenting the inside of her lips and she felt herself give way, release the presure, the sensations rolling hotly over her body, ripping through her groin, upward, knifing toward her belly then breasts until her every nerve tingled like raw, exposed flesh.
They were sitting in the dim light, Jay puffing a cigarette, blowing the gray smoke into the darkness overhead and watching it disappear. He smiled to himself evely now and then, glanced at Ruth and shook his head.
"Why do you laugh at me?"
He shrugged his shoulders and stood up, walked to the bar and asked if she wanted a drink. She said okay and he started to mix. "I just don't see what a woman like you is doing wasting her time about a guy like Tom Prophet. I wouldn't give you two cents for him or anything he's done and here you are giving yourself away for him." Ruth started to say something but he held up his hand and continued. "You've already made it more than perfectly clear what you're doing. I just think it's crazy for you to go around giving yourself for his cause. Why don't you consider staying with me and we could make something more permanent out of it...."
Ruth felt the hot blood well up in her throat, then her cheeks and ears. She didn't know what to say first, whether to begin by cursing him or just simply slapping his face. She did neither. As Jay served her drink she realized that she had no right to say anything. Jay was perfectly justified in calling her a tramp, a whore. It was only natural that he ask her for more once he found that she satisfied him.
She smiled at him and felt the muscles in her cheeks stretch. "I don't think that was a very delicate way of putting things. You're just like the rest. You think that once you've been between a girl's legs, you can say or do whatever comes to your head. Well, Ruth Grant doesn't belong to anyone. What she does is her own business and nobody is going to tell her different. Thanks for the offer, but no thanks," she hissed and sipped her drink.
Jay grinned again and shook his head. "That's what I like about you; you've got spirit to match everything else," he said and looked her up and down. She was sitting naked on the couch with her legs drawn up under her buttocks. Her chest, legs and buttocks were streaked with pink and red lines, scratches and bites from their love making. Tiny blonde hairs curled and glittered in the light under her buttocks and Jay licked his lips. He too was still naked and his cock bobbed in the dim light. The sight of her smooth skin started to excite him again and he felt the blood start to boil inside. "Don't jump to conclusions. I didn't mean it like it sounded. I guess I should have realized that after this, you wouldn't consider anything I say to be legitimate." He watched Ruth as she raised her eyebrows and sneered. "Wait a minute now," he said, and stepped closer to her. "What I'm saying is that I'd like you to forget Tom and think about me. It's only natural that after this ... and don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy it, it's only natural that we should consider getting together on a more permanent basis. And who knows? You aren't like those others I've known. You might even get me to consider something else."
Ruth leaned forward and reached for the pack of smokes. She usually didn't smoke but this time she felt like puffing. Jay lit the cigarette for her and handed it back to her. She squinted her eyes against the smoke as she looked up at him.
"What makes you think that I'm interested? In fact, what makes you so sure that you're right about my feelings for Tom?"
"Don't try to tell me that you're doing all of this for yourself, that you're making some soil of profit out of it," Jay said, shaking his head and grinning at her. "No sir. I couldn't believe that ... unless...." his voice trailed off and he stared at the ceiling.
"Unless what?" Ruth said sharply. He had aroused her curiosity now and she felt frustrated and angry that Jay had that affect on her. She had promised herself that she wouldn't enjoy any of it ... do what had to be done and get out and now she found herself sitting in front of a fire, and sipping a drink, and talking with this man. She looked at his smooth face again. He wasn't at all bad looking. She could see why the women would tail after him. With fair looks and a sizeable bank account....
"No. that's too vain of me," he said quietly.
Ruth burst out laughing. She rocked back and forth and spilled her drink on her breasts and wiped instinctively. Jay found a tissue and she put it on her flesh but she was laughing too hard.
"Here. Let me," Jay said and set his drink down. He took the tissue and began rubbing her breasts again. "Don't laugh so hard. You might hurt yourself. I said it was vain but now I don't know. After all ... plenty of women have thought I was worth running after. Some even make fools of themselves. Do you think I'm so bad?"
He continued rubbing the tissue over her breasts. Her nipples were wakening and getting stiff under his hand and he smiled, bent forward and kissed her. He took her hand while they kissed, led it quickly to his lap where his hot flesh was growing stiff. Ruth let him put her hand on his cock, but she didn't move for a few moments. Her fingers rested lightly then as if by themselves, moved over his skin automatically. The fingers trembled over his cock, slid easily over the thick shank, then the lip and head. Her thumb tickled the tiny slit on the head of his prick and Jay sighed, leaned against her. His hands roamed freely over her firm breasts, cupped the nipples then kissed ... pinched the pink flesh and watched it redden. His mouth swooped down over and sucked the tender flesh and Ruth sighed out loud, her head began bobbing up and down faster on his cock. The quicker her fingers moved, the faster his mouth sucked. His hands came up to her shoulders, pushed back gently until her head rested on the couch. His other hand trailed down, tracing the soft curve of her breasts, flat belly then the wiry mound of light hair on her cunt. His fingers teased and tickled the loose flesh of her cunt and her legs parted easily, his finger disappeared.
"Jay." Ruth whispered in his ear. He was working his forefinger over the lips of her cunt, sliding slowly up and down. He turned his body until his cock stood stiffly near her thigh. Ruth's hand was still working the loose skin of his cock gently up and down while his fingers tickled her slit. Then suddenly, he kissed her, closing down over her mouth roughly, twisting his lips on hers, forcing his hot tongue into her mouth. She tried to push it out but Jay evaded her own tongue, thought that she was trying to cooperate. He jerked it in and out of her mouth like a prick and she wondered what he was doing. His tongue, wet, hot, slid out between her lips, skipped quickly over her chest, breasts, licked her nipples. He twisted his body, pulled his finger from her cunt and gripped her thighs as he worked his mouth over her belly. His cock slid from her hands, slapped gently as he straddled her breasts and his mouth teased her belly now, tongue twisting in her navel and her body moved, squirmed as the sensations sparked in her groin. She made an attempt to pull him back up but he evaded her easily enough and now his tongue was mingling with her wiry hair, teasing the inner flesh of her thighs then trailing over the tight muscles and into the heat, musk and sticky fluid. Ruth stiffened as he drove his pointed hot tongue into her cunt, rammed softly into her head and sliced across her clitoris. She pulled her legs apart and up, creating a closed but deep saddle for his mouth as it sucked with loud noises. His own cock dangled over her face and she opened her eyes, peered at the lonely, fleshy eye gazing down, a pearly tear hanging perilously. Her pink tongue flicked out like a snake attacking, caught the fluid as it was about to drop, then retreated into the soft folds of lips. The cock followed, then stabbed into the soft heat and Ruth opened her mouth, swallowed the fat, hot prick, took the whole thing as deep as she could accommodate before the head rammed the back of her mouth. Jay, hunched his thighs and hips, twisted his lower body and screwed his prick into her mouth, wound its soft flesh between the dry rasp of her lips and pumped gently. Ruth stiffened her mouth, took his cock as he fucked gently at first, then began to pound against the velvety softness. His blood boiled, stirred hot and fast inside of him, ripped through his groin and he squeezed his thighs against her head, stopped pumping. She could feel his body, tense and hard as he tried to not come in her mouth. He was trying to prolong the sensation of her smooth lips on his cock.
His own mouth worked frantically on her musky cunt, tongue lashing the salty fluid, lips sucking hard until they hurt and she felt his sharp teeth brush her clitoris and something exploded in her head, she thrust her full hips up into his face, enveloped him in her soft cradle and felt his tongue drive deeper.
He moved again inside her tired mouth, pulled his cock in and out slowly again, then faster as she positioned her stiff tongue so that it rasped his sensitive nerve each time he pulled his prick out of her mouth. They sucked each other with abandon now; she felt his cock thrust deep into her mouth while his tongue drove into her cunt, ran across her stiff clitoris. Jay felt himself boil up inside, ready to gush ... his hips tensed, cock ran deep then exploded in a hot rush of sperm, filling her mouth quickly so that she was forc-ed to swallow. Her own cunt released itself then, the sensations burning, running and crashing inside of her cunt until she was lost in a floating, hot wet wash and then the prick popped out of her clinging mouth, was replaced by slippery lips, wet tongue, sperm-covered tongue forcing its way into her mouth and she kissed it, licking the fluid, her own juices from his face and he fell against her again and breathed heavily. His cock found her cunt quickly, dipped inside, then pulled out again, wet, shiny from her fluid. It dipped again, this time ramming against the tight walls of her buttocks, prick separating the two soft mounds then finding with its one eye, the slit, dark, puckered flesh and slamming against it with silky wetness, forcing it to open....
"Oh no! Not that, Jay ... Please take that out ... Ohhhhh, Uhhhhh, it hurts too much ... it's too big! Take it out!"
Jay, ignoring her cries, plunged deeper, pumped slightly until the tight ring pulled his whole prick, then he jerked free and dipped into her cunt again. She pushed her flat belly all the way up ... cried out as he jerked his cock out of her wet cunt, then slammed it into her asshole again. She cried out each time he pumped into her ass, then pulled out, buried his cock in her cunt again. He went on fucking her like that for a long time; alternately pumping her cunt full of prick, then her tight ass and Ruth twisted and rolled under him, pleaded for mercy at first and trying to fight him off, then her soft blows subsided, turned to tight grips, scratches....
"Ohhhhh, Jay. Oh Jay ... more, harder ... Ah, AHHHHHHHHH, there," she said as he rammed into her cunt again. He felt himself coming each time she cried out-and as if she had sensed it, Ruth stopped, bit her lips and allowed him to ride ruthlessly into her ass and cunt, stopping only long enough to slip in and out once in each tight, hot, wet hole until his blood pounded in his chest, head, groin and no longer able to hold onto himself. Jay crammed his cock into her tight black ass for the last time and Ruth fought desperately as she felt him coming, tried to hold him in her cunt but it was no use and then he was off inside of her ass, filling the deep void with his hot fluid, riding his cock all the way up inside of her and clinging to her.
She cursed him softly, then hugged him to her breasts. Her body was still alive; sparks going off in her head and cunt and she wanted to devour him then and there, feel his huge prick inside of her cunt and ass and mouth all at once.
She leached under, felt the hardness of his rod still inside of her stretched asshole.
"Please take it out," she whispered in his ear. Jay moaned, struggled to plant his elbows on either side of her, then raised his chest. His cock slid out of her slowly, easily until the tight ring gripped the head of his prick, then, as if to give her ass a last taste, he pushed up in again, then finally all the way out. His cock dangled between her legs. She reached down and gripped it gently in her fingers, toying with its limp neck, teasing and tickling the tiny nerve with her fingers.
Sitting back, Jay's legs formed an inverted V, and he let Ruth toy with his tired cock. It was half hard and she leaned forward, tried to get it against her hot flesh but it was no used. She forced Jay on his back and the rod curved in the air, the head hanging down sadly. Ruth positioned herself so that her breasts hung directly over his prick, lowered herself until her nipples touched him. Jay looked up abruptly as he felt the soft flesh of her breasts rub his cock. Her nipple ran over his prick, teased his sensitive nerve, and then the side of his prick. It started to come alive again. His rod tried to rear its head and push against the soft insistence of her breasts. Ruth pushed her firm breasts together, trapped his cock between her soft mounds and rocked back and forth.
Jay's prick was fully awake now, stiff and hot, ready for her again and now it was Ruth on top. She loomed over him, a dark, softly curved figure, honey-colored hair flaring wildly around her face, accentuating the delicate features. Her hair curled around her shoulders, ran over her chest and settled near her nipples. Her pink nipples jiggled and glistened as she lowered her gentle cunt onto his rod, spearing herself with its thick heat, sucking her breath in as she felt it split her open.
Jay moaned softly as her hot cunt engulfed his prick. It soothed with the silky heat of her body, and he thought at first it was her mouth, looked up again and saw that her buttocks rested now on his thighs. He felt the soft mounds yield to the hardness of his own legs. She rolled back and forth on him now and he felt his cock being twisted inside of her, forced back against the walls of her cunt, then forward into a hot abyss....
Ruth hunched on him for a long time. Although he felt every fiber of her body around him, his cock was too tired now and he let her play herself out on him, lay there quietly and watched her breasts bob in the dim light, her face twist as the pleasure boiled up in her body and her hair, flutter and twist with her rocking motion.
Ruth felt the cock all the way inside of her tight, wet cunt. She wanted to rip it off, keep it inside of her forever and now she leaned forward, braced herself by planting an elbow on either side of Jay's quiet form and hunched her wide hips, sucking his cock up and over until she felt herself expand, felt her cunt suck his prick all the way in and she fell on top of him, bit his shoulder and allowed the waves to engulf her, wash over her whole body as she came quick, the sensations ripping through her over and over again.
It was still quiet in the room. Ruth lay on top of Jay as he smoked another cigarette. He puffed easily, reached for the nearby ashtray and put the butt out. He tapped her on the shoulder. Ruth stiffened automatically and raised her head and looked around as if she didn't quite know where she was.
"Take it easy," Jay said in a quiet voice. "It's okay. You're still with me."
She looked down, eyes blazing. His limp cock was still a little inside of her and she jerked her hips abruptly away, releasing a tiny stream of cold, thick fluid that had been trapped inside of her. She stood up and shook her head, reached for her eyes and rubbed. Her breasts jiggled in profile, sharp nipples appearing dark in the soft firelight.
"What time is it? I must have dozed off ... sorry." she said and tried to walk but her legs wouldn't obey her and she stumbled slightly.
"Easy." Jay said, jumping to his feet and putting his arm around her shoulders, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. "Let me help you."
Ruth shrugged his arm off. "I can go by myself thanks. Just tell me where the bathroom is."
Jay insisted on showing her and she finally had to force him out. the door. "I'm going to shower and dress, then I want you to take me home." She slammed the door and left Jay to stand outside and listen to the hiss of the hot water as it cascaded over her tired body.
In a while they had both dressed and were sitting in Jay's car. He tooled along the dark, deserted highway and the radio crackled sharply.
"Sounds like a storm coming up," Jay said. He waited for a reply but Ruth sat quietly and gazed out the window. It was almost five in the morning and she was very tired and still a little unsure of Jay. He had managed to get her to submit one more time before they left, to his pleasure. She had had enough but Jay seemed to be hinting at a longer affair. He cleared his throat, trying to interrupt her as he spoke. "What do you think?"
"I'm sorry, Jay. I wasn't paying attention. What was it you were saying?"
"I was saying that I thought we should see more of each other ... say tomorrow at lunch?"
Ruth frowned in the dark and gazed at the black tree line as it stood out sharply against the sky. Lightning flashed somewhere in the distance and Ruth felt her heart jump. She would have to be careful not to get herself trapped too deeply.
"Weil see about lunch tomorrow or any time. It depends."
"On what?"
"On how successful you are in persuading Tom to sign a contract with your firm."
Jay didn't say anything. His eyes were deep in shadow, and a smile played on his lips as he watched the road ahead. They didn't have far to go before he pulled up in front of Ruth's house. The place was dark.
"Well, here we are, my dear Ruth," he said lightly. "I'll tell you what. I don't see why I can't sign with Electro. After all, we've done good by them so far. No reason to suspect that they won't squeeze the most they can for us out of the contract. The government is more interested in time. Sure. You tell me when I can see you again." He faced her squarely and waited for her answer.
Ruth didn't waste any time. She was very tired. "I'll call you at your office ... using the same alias, and tell you when and where ... agreed?" she asked, and started to get out of the car.
Jay grabbed her arm and held her, tried to look into her eyes, but it was too dark. She tugged. "Okay, Okay, you win. Call me tomorrow afternoon. But I wish you could make it morning instead."
"I couldn't do that darling," she said coyly. "That's when you'll be meeting Tom. It won't be until after your meeting that I can find out what my plans will be."
She jumped from the car, slammed the door and ran up the steps before Jay could make a move. In a moment, she was gone.
CHAPTER THREE
Jay Higgin's firm signed the contract with Electro. Ruth was elated when she found out the next day and suggested to Tom again that they celebrate. He explained that he had too much work to do, and couldn't get away as easily as they would have liked to and made a date to see her that weekend.
Ruth protested that she wanted to see him right away but it didn't do any good. Tom stuck stubbornly to his plans, said that if he interrupted his schedule he wouldn't be able to see her on the weekend either. She agreed then but reluctantly and they planned dinner together on Friday.
In the meantime, Ruth tracked down the third name on the list. There was a check mark near Perry and then Jay's name and now the third; Mike Carter, vice-president and general manager of a firm that manufactured switches and rheostats. Ruth frowned. She remembered a fellow named Mike Carter and wondered if he was the same one. The man she remembered was cruel, self-centered, and believed that women dreamed of him at night. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but his attitude is what made Ruth shudder. She hoped it wasn't him.
Meeting Mike wasn't hard at all. She called Perry, had him make a date with Mike for lunch, then just happened to stroll by in the restaurant.
"Hey, Ruth ... Ruth!" Perry called to her as she passed their table and pretended not to notice. She turned abruptly and smiled, acting as if she wasn't quite sure who Perry was. "Don't you remember me?
Perry Morgan. Surely you can't have forgotten ... we went to school together," he said as he stood up and reached his hand out to shake hers. Ruth smiled, then turned to Mike, a puzzled look on her face.
"Mike Carter," he said, and smiled broadly, took her hand and kissed the back.
"Oh. A real gentleman," she cooed. "Would you gentlemen mind very much if I joined you? I would be honored to have lunch with two handsome young men!"
The rest was easy. After Ruth and the men talked for a few moments, Perry excused himself, pretended to call the office, then claimed that he had to skip lunch.
"Something unexpected has come up and I have to head back now. You two will excuse me, won't you?"
"You bet. Glad to be rid of you," Mike growled and took Ruth's hand.
"You will forgive me, won't you Ruth?" Perry asked.
"Why of course. I understand Perry. Maybe you can call me sometime?"
They said goodbye and Mike turned to Ruth. He devoured her with his eyes and she felt herself cringing under his gaze. Every time he moved closer, pressed himself nearer to her, she wanted to stand up and walk out. But Tom's face came into view. She knew that she had to keep going. It wouldn't be long now before his position was strong enough and maybe he would land some of the contracts alone. If she could stick it out with Mike that would pat three firms on Tom's side and the rest would fall in line by themselves.
"Did you know Perry before?" she asked in a dry voice.
"Before? Oh, you mean school. Of course. Don't you remember me? You're kidding. I thought you remembered me for sure ... Mike Carter, the lady killer."
She looked at his dark eyes sparkling in the bright light of the restaurant. The people around them were looking at Mike. He was very loud and she felt self-conscious about it all of a sudden. His thick lips spread into a broad grin, exposing his heavy teeth. He brushed the black hair out of his eyes and reached for her hand.
"I was one class ahead of you ... and Tom and Perry. I know you all right. I remember how I used to hope that you would say hello or something. All the girls at school used to chase me ... practically beg me for a date. But not the most beautiful." He waited for Ruth's reaction and when she didn't move, continued, "You. That's who it is I'm talking about. I always envied Tom. I thought he was the luckiest guy alive. But I guess you never noticed me did you?"
Ruth knew it was him now ... the one who had a reputation for hurting the girls once he persuaded them to go somewhere alone with him.
"Sure I did. You know how it is when time goes by and you don't see someone for a long time. I saw you sitting here, but I wasn't very sure of myself. It would have been awfully embarrassing if you were the wrong person."
"How could you mistake me?" he said with a broad grin on his face. "No one else could look as good as me, could they?"
Until tried hard to smile instead of frowning. She felt like sticking a pin in Mike's inflated ego and watch him pop and float away. She shook her head in agreement and muttered that he was right.
"Where have you been? I mean all these years in between? I seem to remember that everyone in school thought for sure that you and Tom would be married. Especially, since he didn't want to go to college."
"But he changed his mind ... about school. He went on to get his degree while I waited. Then I guess I got restless and went to New York and try my own luck."
"Now why did you want to go and do that?" he said and frowned. "I mean, a beautiful woman like you could have had almost any man in town and all that he could offer. Why waste your precious energy in that horrid city?"
Ruth shrugged her shoulders and looked around the crowded room. A man, young, with light hair kept staring at her and she began to feel uncomfortable and fidgeted nervously in her chair. She thought at first that it might have been an acquaintance of Tom's. She tried to shift around in her chair. "I guess I just wanted to prove something to myself. You must know what I mean. I had an idea about myself, that I could do things that I wanted and now I know that it takes something that I don't have." Ruth looked up in time to catch the young man's eye again. He smiled faintly. He just didn't seem to be too sure of himself.
"But that's for a man ... I mean what you just suggested is what a man would he expected to do ... no) a woman. You should have stayed here," he said, then after a short pause, added, "What about Tom? I know he's a big man now but where do you fit in if you don't mind my asking?"
Ruth shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what's become of him. True, like everyone in town knows about his business success, but I couldn't tell you a thing about his personal life."
Mike's eyes lit up as she spoke. He folded his hands in front of him and leaned forward, pushing his broad face up to Ruth.
"You mean to tell me that you don't see him at all?" he asked incredulously. "The man and woman most likely to succeed, and you two don't see each other ... that's right. If I had known that ... I might not have...." his voice trailed off.
"What would you have done?"
"Who knows what would have happened. One thing is for sure ... I never would have married," he said angrily and sipped his drink.
Ruth opened her eyes and stared at him as if she didn't believe him. Of course she knew all along that he was married but she wanted him to believe that she was disappointed. It would sharpen the taste of the bait and hit him right in the ego.
"Oh," she whispered, "I didn't know that you were married."
Mike looked at her. She lowered her gaze, averting his eyes and allowing her chin to droop. He reached out, cupped her chin in his hand and smiled. "Wait a minute. What is all this? I thought you were here by accident and that Pery...." He stopped talking for a minute and his face seemed to brighten as his mind worked slowly, grinding out the thoughts that stumbled through his head. "You don't mean to say that you ... No. That would be too much to ask," he said and leaned closer, peering at the dark line between her breasts at the open V neckline of her suit. "You don't mean to say that you came here just to see me?"
Ruth looked up and smiled sheepishly, acting like a young school girl who had just been caught spying on her idol. She nodded her head slowly.
"I'll be damned," Mike hissed. "Uh. excuse the language Ruth but I just can't believe it in a way. I guess if I were a woman though it wouldn't be too hard to understand," he bragged and fixed his tie. "So you have a crush on me? How long now?"
"Quite a while," Ruth lied. "In fact, ever since I can remember."
Mike leaned all the way forward now and whispered in her ear: "Why don't we go someplace else ... someplace not so crowded as here. We could have a nice talk if you want."
Ruth looked over his shoulder and peered light into the blonde young man's eyes. He smiled widely this time, probably sure that she had looked his way on purpose. She was sure that he wasn't a friend of Tom's or he would have come over by now and said something to her. Mike was babbling away in her ear now and trying to sound romantic but instead bragging about himself, his looks and position. She smiled automatically.
"Maybe we could have a drink or something later...." he said, his voice getting weaker as their eyes met again.
"I don't think so," Ruth said sternly. "No matter how much it hurts me, I don't go out with married men."
Mike frowned then. "Don't tell me you never went out with Perry. And besides, when you were in the big city, did you ask for proof every time a guy asked you out?"
Ruth smiled. Mike was biting hard already. She crossed and uncrossed her legs under the table, reached out suddenly and covered his hand with hers. "I guess you're right. It isn't that I don't like marriage ... but the way I look at it, word gets around very fast in this town as you well know."
"For instance ... young beautiful girl comes home and makes a mad rush for her lover and is caught ... FLASH! Daily Bulletin has found out about love tryst between famous town business man and his beautiful mistress."
Ruth laughed as he acted like an excited commentator.
"Yes. I could be that or the subtle kind of accusation. You know what I mean ... the old lady hanging over the fence as you are passing by. She rushed to tell her friends that not only are you carrying on an illicit affair, but your slip shows too."
Mike laughed then and squeezed her hand again. The waiter approached through the crowd with Mike's food and stared at Ruth. He apologized for not showing up sooner.
"That's all right," Ruth said. "I've already had lunch. Just bring me a coffee," she said.
"Come on, Ruth, have something," Mike pleaded.
"No, really. I had lunch. I'll just sit back, drink my coffee and watch you."
"Okay," he said softly. "But you have to promise to meet me tonight then. I won't take no for an answer.
"Well. I guess you've settled it if you won't take no for an answer."
They made an appointment for that evening. Mike had suggested the Concord but Ruth shook her head. She knew that she was liable to run into Jay there.
Jay had been phoning Ruth almost every day since their first encounter. His appetite whetted he decided to try a little friendly persuasion at first but when that didn't work he threatened Ruth. He said he would tell Tom about the whole affair. Ruth laughed in his face and told him that he had her permission! tell anyone he pleased. He didn't understand, of course, so she explained that she owed Tom Prophet a debt and had figured that was as good a way as any to pay him back. It hadn't worked. Jay said she had better meet him or else he would expose the true story. She hadn't believed him, of course, but he seemed so insistent on the phone. He said he knew what was going on.
"I'll meet you tonight but it will have to be late in the evening. I have another appointment. It won't take long. I promise, but I made the appointment with a girlfriend before I knew I would run into you, Mike." She smiled coyly and held out her hand for him to squeeze-!.
Mike was beaming! His eyes sparkled and lips spread in a grin that spread his heavy lips and gave his face the appearance of being wider, flatter than it really was. Ruth shivered at the thought of his heavy, purple lips on hers, his thick fingers crawling over her flesh. She swallowed hard and wished that they could be another way....
"How about I pick you up here ... say about ten this evening?"
Ruth shrugged her shoulders. "I guess this is as good a place as any. Ten is fine."
They said goodbye and Ruth left the restaurant first. She had to get ready to see Jay. He was going to pick her up at her place. She stepped out into the sunlight, shaded her eyes and instinctively gazed in each direction before getting into .her car. The young, blonde-haired man stood in the doorway behind her and smiled when their eyes met. She glanced away nervously, slid in behind the wheel and turned the key. He was still looking as she pulled away from the curb and headed out of town.
Ruth opened the window as she drove. She liked the feel of crisp, fresh air in her face. All the months she had spent in the city had made her appreciate the fresh air. Her mind wondered as she drove along at a good clip, and took the curves automatically, seemed to know without hesitation when a stop sign was approaching.
She couldn't help wondering if Jay was bluffing. It was, of course, ridiculous to think that Perry had talked. He was the only other person who knew what she was doing and he had absolutely nothing to gain by telling someone else. She frowned as the possibilities passed through her mind. She never really trusted Perry. And he was warped enough to do something silly like share what he knew with someone who knew how to use it. Perry seemed to take a special pleasure in humiliating anyone that ever had connections with Tom Prophet. She shook her head again.
As she drove into the driveway Ruth screwed up her eyes-Jay's car was parked in front of the house. She pulled up in front of Jay's black car and yanked the handbrake hard, twisted the ignition key and threw the door open. She looked around the house but Jay was nowhere in sight.
"Hello there!"
Ruth turned quickly and spotted Jay as he emerged from the thick brush on the side of the house. He was wearing a sport jacket, no tie, slacks and a white shirt.
"Beautiful day," he said with a smile as he walked up to her and took her hand. "I hope you don't mind."
"What are you doing here?" Ruth snapped. "I thought I told you never to come out here. I don't like it at all ... Not at all ... Do you understand that?"
"Easy. Take it easy Ruth. I don't see where I'm doing any harm. Can't we go inside and talk?"
Ruth unlocked the door and pushed it open, walked ahead of Jay without looking back to see if he was following and went straight to the cabinet she used as a bar. She took a glass, then another, set them on top of the counter, and then went to the kitchen for ice. When she came back to the living room Jay was sitting in an easy chair and puffing a cigarette. She hesitated for a moment in the doorway, proceeded to make two drinks and handed one to Jay.
"What's so important that you had to risk compromising me by coming out here? I thought our date was for this evening?"
Jay took the drink and then tried to hold her hand but she pulled away and stared at him for a long moment. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing special. I just thought it would be a nice afternoon to take off and I decided to come out here. I didn't know you would be coming home now. In fact, I didn't know if you would be coming home at all this afternoon. I just felt like being someplace that refunded me of you."
Ruth walked across the living room. Jay could tell that she was a bit ruffled by the way she walked and stared ahead, averted his eyes when they spoke. He stood up and walked to her, put his arms out hut she eluded his grasp again. He huffed and frowned.
"What are you upset about? I'm the one that should be upset," Ruth informed him in a harsh voice. "Do you know that an awful lot of people could have seen you out here?"
Jay shrugged again. "What difference does that make? I already told you, Ruth, that I'm out to get you and there isn't anything you can do about it. All's fail' in love and war."
Ruth laughed sarcastically. "Who said anything about love or war? All I said was, I don't want you around my house. That should be plain enough. Now, what is it you wanted?"
"Oh no. That's not fair," Jay said, pointing his finger accusingly. "We had a date for this evening, and I don't see why you should try to get out of it."
"We didn't have a date. You were going to tell me something important. Something about my real motives," she said impatiently and tapped her foot on the floor.
Jay smiled and came up close but Ruth moved in again. He set his drink down, flapped his arms dejectedly and started for the door. "Well, if you won't heal' me out ... I know someone who will."
"Hold it Jay. Don't get ridiculous. Come back here and finish your drink. Why do you have to act so childish about this? All I want to know is why you insisted on seeing me tonight."
Jay looked at her for a long moment, went back to his drink and picked it up. He glared at her and shook his head again before sipping the amber liquid. "What makes a person like you tick?" He was silent again for a long while. Ruth felt the silence like a weight pressing down on her shoulders. It was a very uncomfortable feeling and she sighed loudly. "Why are you doing it, Ruth? Why are you wasting yourself for that idiot Tom?"
Ruth was furious. Her face flushed blight crimson and her eyes opened wide. She started to walk toward Jay, paused and seemed to be reconsidering her position. She let the air out of her lungs slowly. It made a low hissing sound and she slammed the empty glass down on the cabinet.
"Would you like another drink, sir?" she hollered at him, emphasizing the word, sir.
Jay smiled, handed his empty glass to her and watched stalk off into the kitchen. She returned and handed him the fresh drink. He contemplated it for a moment, swished the ice cubes around and took a long drink. "Sure hope you didn't put arsenic in this one," he chuckled.
"I don't have to put up with bad humor, do I? Insults I can lake, the stupid jokes ale something that get under my skin. Now why don't you just tell what's bothering you and get it over with so I can get ready for my date?"
"Our date. Or have you forgotten that already?"
"I told you before ... something has come up and I have to meet a friend tonight."
"Mike Carter?"
Ruth was frozen. She heard the name and it sunk in deep but she couldn't move. The right corner of her mouth twitched slightly and she reeled backward, rested the palm of her hand on the cabinet.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she heard her own voice say.
"It seems logical that Mike would be next on your list. From what you've already told me ... his firm is one of the few left that hasn't signed with Tom yet." Jay smiled at Ruth and tipped his glass, emptied it and held it out to her. "Can a guy get another drink?"
Ruth took the empty glass and started to make another drink for him. She felt more than heard him approaching and turned in time to ward off his arms. Jay stared at her, frowned and shook his head. "What's that for? I hope you don't think that every time I see you, Jay...."
"Never mind. I'm still calling the shots. I don't care what you think, Ruth. If I pick up this phone right now and call Tom ... what do you think he would have to say about your carrying on?" He seemed to wait for an answer and when Ruth stood staring silently, he volunteered his own answer to his question. "You knew damn well that he would never look at you again. He couldn't afford the publicity. It would finish him with the firm, to say nothing of the town itself."
He stood and sipped his drink confidently, peered over the rim of his glass and watched Ruth's reaction.
She didn't know what to say. He was right, of course. He had called her bluff. If Jay called Tom ... or mentioned what was going on to anyone in town ... they would all be finished.
She stepped closer to him, lowered her eyelids and touched the lapel of his jacket. Jay set his glass down on the coffee table and took her shoulders in his hands, pulled her toward him until he felt her breasts push into his chest. He cupped her chin with one hand, lifted her face until their eyes met, then he lowered his lips, pressing ever so gently.
"This is no good," Ruth said when they broke away. "I can't go on seeing you. You know where my heart lies and yet you insist on seeing me. Why? Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Jay's face reddened. He pushed her back roughly and shook her but still held firmly onto her shoulders. He stared right into her eyes and she cringed. His face was as she had never seen it; tight, eyes narrowed, lips twisted into a near grimace, baring his teeth slightly. His tongue flashed over his dry lips then disappeared again.
"Listen, Ruth. Let's get one thing settled once and for all. I gave in to you, signed the contract with Tom, for one reason only-I want you in the bargain. I don't give a good damn what you think, what you want or what you have to say. As far as I'm concerned, you have to come every time I call. If you don't ... the people around here are going to know that you are nothing but a whore. That's right!" he shouted as she pulled away from him and sneered. "That's what the decent folk around here would call it. You might have another name-Sacrifice-and I might call it business or pleasure or a mixture of both but the good people around here would call it whoring. And what do you think your dear Tom Prophet w mid do if he found out'.' Do you fool yourself for one minute?" He paused for a moment then continued when Ruth didn't answer. "He'd throw the first stone. You know what thanks you'd get from the big man ... he would turn his buck on you so fast it would make your head spin!"
Ruth didn't say a word. She tacked up against the opposite wall, next to the liquor cabinet and stared down at the floor. She traced imaginary lines on the floor with her toe ... stared at the pattern in the linoleum for a moment. The same floor that was there when she had been a child. She remembered how her mother had waxed this floor ... she wasn't allowed to come into this room with shoes on when her mother cleaned the floor.
Jay's shadow crossed the pattern where his foot rested. She didn't look up right away. His arms went out, hands grasped her shoulders and suddenly, his fingers were doing something, fumbling, ripping, tearing and she heard the sharp click as a button from her blouse popped and hit the hard floor. She didn't struggle as he pulled the thin cloth down over her shoulders and kissed her bare flesh. She shut her eyes and tried not to think of his hands running up her back, then curving around, cupping the firm breasts, pulling at her bra then unhooking it....
Her nipples stood erect, taut in the light of the room. The cool air made her skin prickle and Jay ran his tongue over her flesh. The air was very cool where his saliva evaporated on her breasts and she shivered. Jay didn't pay any attention to her any more. He was breathing heavily now, hissing her name under his breath, hands moving quickly over her naked breasts, down her back, hooked under the waistband of her skirt, then fought with the snap, zipper of her last defenses. She pressed her lids tightly now as he pulled her skirt, then panties down, exposing her soft blonde mound of curly hair. It glistened wetly in the afternoon light and Jay's face disappeared and she felt the soft pressure of his lips on her belly, then trailing down over her hair and the smooth bulbs of her thighs. His tongue; pointed, wet, hot flesh, rasped her tender skin, pressed into the dark slash that separated her legs. She opened quickly and he pushed his tongue forward, grazing the wet lips of her cunt. She reached out and touched his head.
"Ruth ... Ruth," Jay whispered then stabbed her cunt with his hard tongue.
Ruth choked as his flesh forced her pink cunt open, drove in deep, searing the walls, crushing her clitoris all at once. She opened her eyes and leaned over him, tried to get his head back but Jay wrapped his arms around her buttocks and held on tightly, rocked back and forth as his tongue lashed in and out of her cunt like a thin red prick.
She leaned heavily on the wall. Her breasts were heaving as she gasped for air. Jay was pulling her forward, harder, and suddenly he was on the floor and she was straddling him. Her hips surrounded his face with smooth white flesh and his tongue was searching her head, tried to reason with him but Jay was determined to do a good job of it. He whipped her repeatedly until she couldn't feel the pain any more. Blood rose to the top and trickled over her tortured buttocks, ran in thin lines down her thighs. The sight of blood sent Jay into a fury and now he turned Ruth over, lashed the belt across her thighs, belly and cunt which was still covered by the stained cloth over her thighs. He slashed repeatedly, cutting into her flesh and Ruth put her hands up, tried to stop him but she was too weak and overcome with pain. She drew her legs up, pulled her knees to her chest and then held her arms up and rolled away. Jay was on top of her clawing and scratching her breasts, biting her nipples. She felt his thick cock on her legs, burning into her tormented flesh. The room was getting dark now as the sun set behind the trees outside. She tried to move but Jay had pinned her arms and legs to the floor. His huge cock was pushed against the soft cloth of her ripped panties.
Now he reached down with one hand and tore the cloth but her stockings, ragged black nylon, were still hooked to her garter belt. Jay took the torn, bloody panties and rubbed them over Ruth's breasts and smeared her nipples red. She twisted and pushed, tried to ram her knee up between his legs, but his hands were like a vise on each of her wrists and he moved deftly to the side so that her knee glanced off the side of his hip.
"Here ... you'll love this," he mumbled and pushed the panties into her face. She tried to get away, twisted close in on him, burn with soft heat, suck hard until his body was a taut cable, humming and he moaned against her cunt. Ruth hunched her body fast now, jerked her hips with smooth rhythm and fucked his tongue until it ached. She was coming fast ... felt the vibration take over her body ... sing through her hips, thighs, belly and groin, she whined over his thick, hot cock, hummed the tune of ecstasy on his flesh and came, filling his mouth with burning fluid, overflowing, trickling onto his chin and then his own cock erupted, burst inside of her mouth and poured thick, hot sperm into her and she sucked until his prick hurt with the pressure, pulling his flesh out of himself....
They were on the couch now, Ruth on her belly and Jay, standing naked over her, surveying her body. Her legs, curved gently, disappeared into the beautiful rounds of her buttocks, separated by the thin, dark slash. Her back, the outward curve of her waist, arms and shoulders covered with fine golden hair. She turned and looked at him, her eyes smoky, half-closed. He knew then that he could have what he wanted from her. Ruth would not be able to refuse him any longer and he would definitely take advantage. There was just one thing....
"What are you doing?" Ruth asked in a husky voice. She looked up at him, a slightly startled glint in her eyes.
Jay was spreading her thighs and getting ready to move between them. Ruth didn't understand and tried to turn but he held her there, waited until she settled down again, then climbed between her beautiful round high buttocks. He kneaded them gently, working the firm flesh with his stiff fingers, toying with the resilient flesh, slipping his fingers along the tender creases, folds, then dipped quickly out of sight into the wet darkness, hairy cunt, emerged white, shining, then rubbed the fluid onto his stiff red cock. He pulled his hips gently until her buttocks parted, exposed the tight black pucker. He pushed his prick against it, tried to force it open but Ruth avoided him, moved to the side, and his prick flopped against it, tried to force it open, but Ruth avoided him, moved to the side and his prick flopped against her thigh. He tried again, holding her tight and ramming his prick up hard, splitting her hole for just long enough to thrust, force his cock in ... an inch ... another half ... Ruth gritted her teeth and struggled, gasped for air as his thick, hard prick forced her asshole open, ran in, filling her to the breaking point with his burning flesh. She squirmed, tried to raise herself up onto her elbows but Jay pushed her back down, lay on top of her and she felt his hot breath on her neck and his sweaty flesh covered her as his cock plunged deeper.
The pain burned inside of her ass, tortured her tender hole with rough thrusts as Jay fought against the tight dry muscle, inched his way into her until she thought she would burst with his thick hot flesh. She pleaded with him to take it out but he answered by grunting and pushing harder. , The pain burned inside of her ass, tortured her tender hole with rough thrusts as Jay fought against the tight dry muscle, inched his way into her until she thought she would burst with his thick, hot flesh. She pleaded with him to take it out but he answered by grunting and pushing harder.
"Please ... Jay ... Oh, take it out of there. It hurts too much. I can't take it...."
"Quiet. It's okay baby. Relax and it will be all right. Just relax," he whispered and pushed with one final lunge, ramming his cock all the way up into her plump ass.
Ruth arched her back and wailed, twisted in pain as his prick tore into her, ripped her ass apart, split her buttocks with sharp, stabbing thrusts. She twisted and squirmed under his weight and he held onto her, wound his arms around her and grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezed until the nipples overflowed in between his fingers. She twisted and writhed under him as he pumped, rammed his cock into her ass and slapped his flesh against her buttocks. He felt the tight black ring clinging to his cock, squeeze as he pulled out, then pushed into her again. Her ass held onto his cock in spite of her protests and soon Ruth was whimpering and he felt her relax under his thrusts. Her ass seemed to open, accept his hot, rigid cock, suck it into her deep void and then cling with the tight mouth, holding, jerking his skin back and forth.
He felt his sperm boiling in his groin, the sensations saturating his thigh, rolling up into his prick as it slipped in and out of Ruth's tight sleeve. He jerked faster, raised himself and watched his cock ram into her, disappear deep inside the softness, spread the tender flesh and Ruth, whimpering, begging for mercy, unaware that he was about to ... He felt it surge up into his cock, spurt a few drops, then almost instantly, he exploded in her ass and she clenched her buttocks, tensed the flesh and squeezed his hard cock as he shot his sperm into her ass, then slumped forward, breathing hard, feeling her squirm under him but he held on fast, rising with the hot fluid that ran out of him, slammed into Ruth's asshole and filled her with velvety fluid.
It was dark in the house when Jay walked out the door. He whispered goodbye, muttering something about seeing her again and disappeared. She watched his silhouette on the step, then the door closed and it was dark and quiet. She touched her buttocks, felt the tormented flesh, ran her fingers over her belly and breasts, encountered a bruise.
She winced each time she touched herself. Jay had been very rough ... too rough this time. She wanted to call Mike now, tell him that the whole thing was off. She started for the phone, pictured Mike's face; broad cheeks, thick dark lips and yellow grin. She shook her head and leaned against the wall. She decided to take a shower instead, then call Tom and try to see him that evening instead of waiting until the weekend. She dialed the phone, waited, then asked Ton's secretary if he was in.
"I'm sorry but Mr. Prophet was called to a meeting at the last minute and it may last well into the night. May I take a message? "
Ruth hung up without answering. She wanted so much to see Tom, tell him how she felt and maybe do something foolish, like suggest they run away from it all; the business, the town. Maybe they could run away, settle in a small town and he could get a simple job. One that wouldn't demand so much of him. Ruth chuckled to herself. She could see the look on Tom's face if she dared to suggest he leave Electro. It would be easier to get him to cut off one arm.
She stumbled along the wall, reached for a light switch, then stopped. She headed straight for the shower, turned the water on hard and hot and stood in the dark steam, letting the water soak her tired flesh, seep into her and relax her aching muscles. She felt the water burn into her, sooth her nipples, wash over her bruised buttocks. She winced as the spray bit into her.
Jay was no good. Ruth knew that her affair with him was leading down a dead end street. He would wind up either getting tired of her or demanding too much. She frowned. What would happen if things went well with Tom's firm and he asked her to marry him? Jay would never stand for that. She was sure that he would start some kind of trouble. He had a reputation for not letting go of anything he believed to be his.
Ruth dried herself and went to get dressed. There was still time before she had to meet Mike. Mike, she thought. It would be wonderful if she could get out of that meeting.
She turned the lights on, picked up the empty glasses and put them in the sink. Then she put a light coat on over her blue suit, looked around the living room as if she had forgotten something, and went out the door.
Driving back to town made Ruth tense. She passed the Concord and looked away, masking her face even though she realized that no one could possibly see her. She drove down main street and headed for the little restaurant where she had to meet Mike. The parking lot was almost as empty as the street and once inside, Ruth had a strange feeling that she was all alone. The restaurant had lost something since lunch. The room was almost empty; two or three couples sitting at tables, whispered quietly and smiled at each other. Ruth stood just inside the doorway and looked around. A waitress spotted her crossed the room and took Ruth's coat.
"I'd like a small table please ... near the back," she added. It seemed to her that the waitress smiled strangely at her. No, she thought as the girl went for a menu. It's my silly imagination.
When the girl returned, Ruth ordered a drink, decided to eat something light and settle back to wait for Mike to come in.
She watched the people come in and out, the waitress run after couples as they took off their coats or put them on to leave. The place was too quiet, uncomfortable and Ruth found herself wishing that she hadn't come so early. She shrugged her shoulders and decided that it was no worse than sitting at home ... all alone.
The door opened and she looked up when she heard men's voices. Her heart leaped in her chest and stuck in her throat. Tom stood near the doorway. He was speaking to an older gentleman, distinguished looking, well dressed and smiling broadly Ruth knew it was too late to avoid his eyes, glanced at her watch and decided to take the initiative so as not to appear too suspicious. She had forty five minutes to go.
Ruth waved at Tom, caught his eye. He frowned at first, not recognizing her, then smiled stiffly. She was the last person he had expected to see. He excused himself, and walked over to her table.
"Ruth. What are you doing here? I thought you would be curled up in bed with a good book by now," he said and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were in such a very important meeting," she said impatiently.
"Oh? And how did you find that out may I ask?"
"A new invention called a telephone," she snapped.
Tom looked around cautiously, as if someone were spying on him. "I asked you never to call me there." he said in a hushed voice. "It so happens the gentleman with me now is the man who had the conference with Mr. Bergen ... Bergen Industries. Big firm that holds the key to that new project I mentioned to you ... Maybe you remember?"
Ruth smiled knowingly and shook her head. "Haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about my dearest one. And how long are you going to go on evading me?"
Tom looked around nervously. Mr. Bergen glanced at him from his perch at the bar, retained his plaster smile and sipped his drink.
"Look, I can't discuss it with you now. Why don't I call you tomorrow. I promise," he said and reached out to touch her hand.
"Don't give me that," Ruth said angrily. "You were going to call me today too and you forgot I suppose."
"The meeting," Tom reminded her. "I couldn't get away Ruth. You don't understand what hangs in the balance here. If Bergen Industries goes our way ... and I think I can swing it, the rest of the companies will fall right in line. Bergen is one of the top firms around here. It would be a feather in my cap too," he said and kissed her on the cheek again. Got to be going now. I promise I'll call you tomorrow."
Ruth started to say something but Tom was already on his way back to the bar. She watched him smile as he rejoined Mr. Bergen. She could see their lips moving but couldn't hear their voices. Mr. Bergen turned and caught her eye. His face spread into a smooth, tan smile and she looked back at him and smiled too.
Ruth was furious. Tom hadn't even tried to call her. She was sure of it. He would have mentioned it.
The waitress came back to her table and Ruth ordered another drink. She was beginning to feel the first one and this time, she ordered a double. The girl smiled her fake smile, nodded and went to the bar to get the drink. Tom and Mr. Bergen stood up just as the waitress approached the bar. They started for the door, Mr. Bergen stopped, turned to glance back at Tom. Ruth felt her blood boiling. Tom still didn't turn around. They started for the door again and then he decided to turn, wave and they were gone.
The waitress came to the table and gave Ruth the fresh drink. She asked the girl to wait, tilted the glass and emptied it in one long gulp and ordered another. She didn't care what happened now. She didn't care about Tom or the business or the contract. When Mike showed up she would tell him what she really felt, tell him to go to hell, go to bed with a female ape for all she cared.
The waitress came back a second time and set the drink down in front of Ruth. Just as she picked the glass up, the front door burst open and Tom rushed up to her.
"Sorry Ruth. I know it was rude of me but I didn't think it was necessary for him to know what's going on. He's still a pretty lively old coot and he would have insisted that I introduce you, then he would have tried to buy you a drink and who knows what else...." his voice trailed off.
"You're jealous? Why Tom, I'm flattered. I didn't think you cared that much," she answered, feigning surprise.
He leaned forward again and kissed her heavily on the mouth. Her heart beat faster as his lips crushed hers and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to put her arms around him, pull him close and hold him tight ... never let go.
"Sorry baby," he said and pulled her arms from around his neck. "I really have to go. I told old man Bergen that I was buying a pack of cigarettes. Call you tomorrow," he said as he made his way toward the bar again. She watched as he paid for the cigarettes, turned and threw a kiss. "Bye now."
It was only half past nine. Thirty minutes before Mike would show. Thirty minutes to get enough alcohol into her to deaden the shock and disgust that she knew she would be feeling when he came in. A chill ran up her back and she shivered. The thought of Mike's thick mouth on hers ... his hairy hands on her body....
"Hi there. You all alone lady?"
Ruth looked up. Mike stood looming over her, a wide grin split his face. His eyes seemed to shine in the dim light and Ruth had to hold onto the table to keep herself from recoiling.
She smiled demurely. "Sit right down sir," she said, indicating the chair across from her. Mike chose to sit light next to her. "What brings you here so early?"
"I might say the same to you. I'm really flattered that you should be here already when I show up. You must have been here quite early."
Ruth frowned behind her hand. She wondered where Tom was going. It wouldn't have taken much to set her off flying down the middle of town in search of him.
"What? Yes ... That is, not quite so early. Matter of fact, I've had one drink," she lied. "I was just about to order a second."
Mike summoned the waitress and ordered two drinks. They talked for a while then, Mike discussed his business while Ruth sat shaking her head agreeing with him. "What about you and the big city. Are you glad you're back now or do you miss all the excitement."
Ruth shook her head. "It isn't as nice as some people would have you believe, Mike. The city in big, like an animal ... a lion or maybe a rhino ... it devours people whole." She emphasized her point by growling at him.
"Gee, that's too bad. I thought maybe you really made it big there but I guess it was pretty tough for you. I don't like to hear about girls getting caught in the grinder.
The bar started to get a little crowded. A few men came in alone, then a small group of men and women, then just enough men to make the place appear full. No doubt a few passers by had been lured into the place by what seemed to be a party in progress. The bar was situated near the only large window in the place and was visible from the street. The table area was hidden from view.
"Someone's having fun," Ruth observed as the group started laughing. She watched the men slapping each other on the back and pouring drinks down their throats. As she searched the faces in the crowd, her eyes caught a familiar grin; it was the young blond man from the afternoon. He was staling straight at her again. She turned quickly, felt the chill run up and down her back again. Ruth didn't recall seeing the young man come in. He was still staring, she knew it without looking.
"What's wrong honey?"
Mike appeared concerned, patted her hand. She pulled it away quickly, then grinned and touched him again. His skin was like leather despite its soft, well kempt appearance. She felt the hair, stiff and wiry. It tickled her soft hand and she shivered again.
Mike looked concerned. He took her hand in his, rubbed it awkwardly and tried to look into her eyes. "Is everything okay? You look a little pale ... Maybe you need some fresh air."
Ruth shook her head vigorously. If he was going to be good for-anything, Mike would be excellent protection. He seemed to be considerate enough and she felt herself warming to him. He was big, acted a little dumb but underneath, he seemed to be looking out for her best interest. He tried to be considerate and as they stepped into his car, he asked if he should have someone pick her car up.
"A friend of mine would drive it home for you if you want," he said then noticing her frown, added: "He can keep his mouth shut ... if that's what you're worrying about. You forget I have a wife and a business to be careful about too."
She explained that it didn't matter. They could pick her car up later on. Mike headed out onto highway five. He explained that he knew of a small roadside place where they could be alone, "And talk," he said with a big smile.
Ruth was glad when they left the lights of the town behind and cut through the thick darkness. The road wound around clumps of trees, small rises that Ruth liked to imagine were mountains. She closed her eyes and breathed the fresh air deeply and wondered for a moment where she was going. Mike's hand slid across the cool vinyl upholstery and found her slender fingers. She pulled instinctively but his broad, hairy hand found hers again, closed over it.
"That's what I like about you Ruth. You aren't like the others."
"What do you mean ... like the others?" she said stiffly.
Mike looked straight ahead at the dark road. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he spoke in a low, gruff voice:
"The others always want something. You know ... they want me to buy presents or spend a lot of money. I guess they figure they won't ever see me again and they better get what they can while they're with me. Can't say as I blame them in one way," he said and shook his head. "But you, Ruth. You're different. You got class," he said and put his hand out again, grazed her smooth knee, then reached for her fingers. She let him touch her this time. "See what I mean. You aren't like the others. If you were another girl, you would have been screaming bloody murder, telling me to get my paws off. But not you," he added and squeezed her fingers until they hurt.
Ruth grinned sarcastically in the dark and almost stuck her tongue out. She muttered to herself that Mike was a big ape and she wished she'd never set out on this episode of her adventure. She decided that now would be a good a time as any to let him know what her motive was for going out with him in the first place. He might just be stupid enough to go for a line, she thought.
"I hate to disappoint you," she said, feeling his hand moving up her wrist, caress her soft flesh, then stop as she spoke. She watched his face screw up, eyes narrow under his thick black brow. "There is something I wanted to discuss with you."
Mike didn't speak. It was as if he had decided to wait for her to get it all off her chest before he commented. The car slowed, turned to the right and Ruth squinted her eyes in the blackness. She tried to see if there was a building but there was no trace of lights. Mike seemed relaxed as he guided the car through the trees.
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
Mike glanced sideways for an instant then his lips spread in a smile. "I know you want something. Everybody does. But I mean you're not that way ... You aren't after something special."
Ruth took a deep breath and straightened in her seat. Her voice sounded thin and alone as she spoke:
"I need your help Mike."
"Sure honey. What is it? Anything you ask. Like I said, you got class and I know you wouldn't act like the rest of them would you? "
Ruth didn't know any longer if she had done the right thing by telling Mike that she had a favor to ask. She wasn't sure if his tone had changed or if it was her imagination. He was still smiling. She could see his face in the reflection of the headlights every now and then.
"I need you to help me with a business project. No money involved, no special talents ... just a little flick of your wrist."
"Sure honey ... Sure," Mike replied in a low voice.
"Listen. You know the deal you were offered by Electro?"
"What do you know about that deal?"
"It doesn't matter. You know what I mean when I say that it's important to me and someone else that your firm sign with Electro. It's important that Electro get the government contract."
Mike was silent for a while. The road was darker and narrower up ahead and Ruth couldn't see the sky any longer. The trees grew tall and straight and seemed to converge at their tops, blocking out the small strip of sky that had been visible up until then. Ruth moved nervously in her seat. The road was a secondary black top and she wasn't familiar with the area any longer. She was sure that there couldn't be a club on this strip. No cars would ever find it and she didn't recall having seen a sign at the turn off.
"Where are we going anyway, Mike? I don't recall any clubs out this way."
"Relax baby. When Mike promises you a good time ... you get a good time. We're going to make one stop first, then go on to the club."
Ruth felt a little better when he explained what he was doing. She knew that the general area was heavily wooded, practically deserted except for a few private cabins.
"We're going to stop at my place for a minute. You knew I had a cabin up here, didn't you?" Ruth didn't answer. She looked out the window, saw her own reflection in the blackness then turned back to Mike. "What were you asking me before I interrupted you?" he asked softly.
"The deal with Electro. I want you to sign it. Nothing complicated. Just that I want you to sign so they can get the contract ... the big one."
Mike leaned forward, glared out the windshield and stopped the car. Ruth glanced out the window. There was a long, low house sitting in the dark. Ruth looked at Mike, questioning him with her eyes. He smiled and reached for her hand.
"This is my special place. No one knows....or did know about it until now. I think you're going to like it," he said softly and stepped out of the car. "Come on in," he growled from the open doorway of the house. Ruth huffed and slipped out of the car, walked up to the door and stepped inside cautiously just as Mike turned the lights on. "How do you like it?" he said and gestured with his palm, making a wide arc around the spacious room.
Ruth looked around the place. It was warm, cozy. The walls were paneled, beams exposed on the ceiling and the furniture was colorful and rustic. She sunk into the thick carpet and smiled. Luxury in the wild. Mike was leaning over a low cabinet. He stood up suddenly and the soft sound of music seeped into the room: He smiled at her and went to another cabinet, opened it and took two tall glasses out, set them on a counter. "Sit down," he commanded in a soft voice. "I'll mix us a couple of drinks and then we can relax as we talk."
Ruth continued to gaze around the room. It was large, long, probably running the length of the house, she figured. There must be more rooms in back, she thought when she spotted a small hallway at the back corner of the room. She wondered how many women Mike brought here. "Nice place."
"I knew you would like it. It's perfect for ... getting away from it all," he said slyly. He walked around in front of Ruth and handed a drink to her. "Why don't we sit on the sofa?" She sat down and he looked around the room for a moment and smiled then sat beside her. "Nice place alright. It was worth every penny I spent on it."
"How far are we from town?" Ruth asked and took a long swallow from her glass. She twisted her mouth up as the strong whiskey burned her lips. "Wow! What did you do to this?"
"I figured you like your drinks just like your men," Mike laughed and inched closer. "We're about thirty miles out. You know where the hills start. Yeah. I've had this place for about five years now. I don't get to spend as much time here as I used to. It seems the more money I make, the less time I have to enjoy it. That's life I guess," he said and put his arm on the back of the sofa. "You want me to sign with Electro," he said flatly. "Guess I had you wrong. You do want something." Mike sat quietly for a few moments and looked into Ruth's eyes. She didn't know if she liked what she saw. He smiled as if he knew something else....something that concerned her but she didn't know about it.
"Why do you smile like that?"
"Sorry. Nothing personal. It's just that you come across different no matter what. Sure you want something from me. But not quite like the others. You sound a little more business like. The others sould like bloodsuckers ... leeches, give me, give me, is all they can think about. What do you get out of this deal?"
She was caught by surprise. Ruth sat with her mouth hanging open and she didn't know what to say. Mike smiled and reached for her hand and closed his arm around her shoulder. She didn't attempt to move away.
"Nothing. That's what you get out of it. I know why you're doing it and I sure envy Tom although I don't like the guy. Never did and no one can make me change my mind. And you know what? I dislike him even more now that I'm with you and can see for myself what a fool he must be."
"But he doesn't know anything about this," Ruth explained in a high voice.
"Of course not. That's why I think he's an idiot. Any woman ever feel that strong about me you can bet your last dollar that I'd know about it. You got to telegraph your feelings if you're human. No one can help it."
"Oh, Mike," Ruth exclaimed. "Then you'll sign?"
"Sure, Ruth. Why not. I need to go along with a bigger firm anyway. I don't like out of towners trying to muscle in. That big company nosing around here from the city ... I don't like that idea. Next think you know, they'll be tearing the trees up around here ... our trees and building factories so they can own us. No thanks. I'll stick with the locals. At least I know that they'll leave this place alone for a while," he observed and looked around the room and smiled. He raised his drink to the ceiling and sipped quickly.
Ruth put her drink down and wrapped her arms around Mike and kissed him on the cheek. He was taken by surprise but recovered quickly and put his drink down, squeezed Ruth hard and kissed her neck, cheek and finally her mouth.
"Wow. That was quite a surprise baby," he said with a big grin on his face. "I knew you would act this way."
"I beg your pardon," she snapped indignantly. "If a lady likes a gentleman, he shouldn't bring up the fact."
"I didn't mean it that way. I meant just like you read about in books ... a lady has class alright when she acts like you. I do you a favor and you're ready to pay it all back ... on the line ... right now. That's great. I just wish some of the guys that owe me money would act like you."
Mike leaned into her then with all his weight. Ruth hadn't thought that he would be this quick and sucked her breath in as his heavy, rough hands slipped into her blouse, covered her firm breasts and rubbed the flat nipples. His fingers were rough, gouged and dug into her breasts, pinched at her nipples through the thin cloth. She told him that he was hurting her and suddenly, as if something that had been holding him all along snapped, Mike Her breasts flopped free as the cloth tore with a loud ripping sound. Mike glared at her white, pink tipped breasts. Ruth looked like a helpless young girl for a moment, her face was white with the shock of what Mike was doing.
He grabbed a thick handful of her honey colored hair, dragged her closer and smothered her mouth with a hot, wet kiss. His hard tongue darted between her lips, searched the tender flesh inside and rasped the top of her mouth. Ruth pulled away but Mike tugged at her hair again, reached down with his free hand and twisted her breasts, one at a time. She moaned and tried to pull his broad hands away but he held tight and pushed her back onto the couch.
"Mike. Take it easy will you? You don't have to be so damned rough about it. I'll give you what you want without this."
Mike laughed crazily then, hooked his hands on the waist of her skirt and pulled sharply. Ruth heard the cloth of her skirt give, tear down the side seams. Mike was all over her then, ripping her panties and falling on top of her, crushing her breasts and grinding his hips. The rough cloth of his clothes.
"Mike. What's come over you? You're hurting me ... Mike!"
But Mike ignored Ruth's cries. He stood quickly and tugged his pants free, stood in front of her with his shirt still on. Naked from the waist down, he leered at her and pulled his shirt off, threw it over the couch and stalked off into another room. Ruth raised herself on her elbows and looked around. She shook her head and sat up groped for her torn clothing. She found her blouse and shreds of her skirt, clutched them in both hands and frowned, Mike came back into the room just as Ruth was attempting to arrange the tornpieces of clothing so that she could dress and run away from him. She didn't hear him until he was standing next to her and then she felt his presence more than anything. She was about to turn when something enveloped her, clamped her arms like a steel band. She struggled to free herself and Mike laughed. He pulled the wide leather strap tighter and Ruth fought in vain. The strap held her fast, both arms trapped at her sides.
Mike led her, at the end of the leather, into the room he had just come from with the straps. Ruth looked around the place. Her skin prickled as she examined the rings set into the walls, racks and objects that were hard to identify in the dim light. Her breasts and buttocks tightened as she pulled away. Mike jerked the strap abruptly and Ruth felt the leather bite into her tender, white flesh.
"What's going on? What is this place Mike? Why have you done this?"
Mike laughed cruelly, turned to her and pointed to the rings on the wall. "You won't escape me there," he said in a low voice. "I know you're like the rest ... you'll try to get away."
He pulled her to the wall, attached metal rings to her wrists and then clipped them to the rings on the wall. Ruth tried to fight him off but the metal cut into her skin and she felt warm blood trickle down her wrists. She tried to reason with him but Mike had somehow changed into a madman bent on "cleansing," her as he put it. She pleaded with him, promised that she would do anything he wanted but Mike moved around the room as if she hadn't said a word. He walked over to a rack on the opposite wall. Ruth watched intently as he selected a long, thin whip made of stiff leather. It looked like a switch but as he came close to her, Ruth saw tiny metal studs embedded in the shank. Mike grinned crookedly again. His cock was standing out in front of him now, long, hot and red. The head puffed to an enormous bulb and Ruth swore that it pulsed as the veins swelled along the sides. His balls moved in his hairy scrotum, rose up and down gently, as if they were free and floating in a jar of thick liquid. Ruth heard the hiss of leather just as a tiny drop of silver fluid peeked out of the slit in the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth and slashed at her belly, the thin leather ripping across her tense flesh. Ruth screamed and Mike straightened up. An ugly smile crossed his lips and he reached back again, swung hard....
Ruth twisted from side to side. She could pull the lower part of her body away but not far enough to evade the sharp sting of the whip as it lashed across her belly again. She squirmed as the skin flushed, showed deep red streaks. Ruth had pulled so hard that her wrists were covered with smeared blood now, gleaming red in the dim light.
Mike was breathing hard. His shoulders slumped forward and he dropped the bloody whip. He approached Ruth, reached out and grabbed her hair again, twisted her head to the side and kissed the soft flesh of her neck. Ruth didn't resist. Her belly was on fire, the flesh seared by the stinging whip and she felt his teeth go into her skin. Mike bit hard until he tasted blood, licked her torn flesh. He moaned and kissed her breasts, sucked the tender, pink nipples, caught each one in his teeth and bit down until Ruth stretched her neck, twisted her face and cried out in pain. Mike delighted in her cries, kneaded her flesh roughly with his strong hands, dug his fingers into her thighs and pulled them apart. Ruth hung limply from the iron rings. She didn't fight as Mike shoved his thick cock into her cunt. It was dry, loose and he couldn't get it into her as quickly as he had hoped. He stepped back, his eyes burning and reached for the whip that lay at his feet.
Ruth tried automatically to throw her hand out in front of her to protect herself but the iron rings held her back. Mike gritted his teeth again, whipped the leather across her thighs and watched as Ruth did a crazy dance as she tried to avoid the stinging leather. He whipped again, lashed the tight flesh, watched the red lines appear. He tried his best to lash her cunt but couldn't get at the well protected lips. He satisfied himself with slashing her thighs and licking his lips as she twisted and shouted, begged him to stop and let her down.
Suddenly, Mike dropped the whip again, rushed toward her with his arms out, hugged her to him and bit into her breasts until she screamed. He held her tightly, squeezed until she couldn't breath any longer. Her breasts, covered with blood now, were crushed by Mike's hard chest. He hung on her and her wrists burned with pain, she twisted, struggled to free herself but it was no use. Mike was pulling at her. biting her flesh until it burned and she felt the blood trickling down between them.
Mike was breathing hard then. His cock slithered up between her thighs and she could feel him through the numb, burning sensations in her belly and legs as he fumbled with it. He tugged her legs apart again, rammed forward with his stiff, hot prick, forced it between the lips of her cunt. She sucked her breath in as his thick, hot cock rammed into her, tearing at her flesh, rasping the tender lips of her cunt. He spread the lips of cunt apart, filled her with his cock, inching slowly up into her. Ruth felt him push deeper and now he reached under her arms, gripped her shoulders and pulled down as he pushed his cock up.
Ruth screamed again as his stiff, thick cock, ripped into her dry cunt. She twisted, squirmed against him, trying to pull away. Her legs opened wider and she stood on tip toe, tried to jump away from the burning, tearing rage of his huge prick. It filled her inch by inch until Ruth fell against him exhausted. Mike held her in his arms, lifted her off the floor and jerked her whole body up and down on his cock, ramming her cunt down over his prick, slipping her like a living sleeve of cunt down over him.
He was pumping up into her and her head fell to the side, banged against the stone. She was vaguely aware of his prick inside of her until he slapped her face sharply, cracking across both cheeks in rapid succession. She opened her eyes, felt her whole body impaled on his thick prick, ramming up into her, pulling out, then charging back up into her again, crashing the lips of her cunt, ramming up into her with all of his strength. His breath was coming in loud gasps, the heat burning her cheeks and neck and now he dug his fingers into her back again, squeezed with all of his strength until she couldn't breath any longer, felt dizzy as he roared like a lion and she felt the hot lava pour into her from his steely pipe of flesh, fill her quickly then overflow and bubble from her cunt, spread thick and opaque over her inner thighs.
Mike unhooked her wrists. She slumped to the floor when the rings swung free, released her hands. She lay silently on her belly. Her face was pressed against the hard floor, her hands and arms at odd angles to her body. Her buttocks were slightly raised and her knees, drawn up into her belly.
Mike licked his lips as he spied her defenseless buttocks. A bit of sperm glistened on the inside of the dark cross at the center of her buttocks. He looked at her, lying there in a helpless mound, her breasts, moving quickly each time she gasped for air. He reached down for the whip, crouched over her and lashed suddenly at her white buttocks. Her flesh tensed, shuddered as she cried out in pain. She jerked her legs up sharply into her belly, clutched at her breasts and screamed as the whip came down again and again across her buttocks, slashed the white, resilient flesh, criss crossed her lower back and thighs with red marks.
Ruth felt the sharp blows and at first, the pain ripped through her but then as her nerves were numbed slightly, each lash of the metal studded leather whip set off a chain of sparks that exploded in her head. Her cunt started to tingle and in spite of herself she heard her voice, deep in her throat gurgle with pleasure and she turned onto her back opened like a flower, her arms and legs the petals spreading wide, exposing her nipples, heaving belly and honey colored tuft of hair, matted in thick curls.
Mike smiled, slashed the whip across her belly and thighs as her body jerked, twisted and turned until she was lying flat on her back again and the leather slashed across her buttocks. Mike's arm cut through the air in a blurred motion, whipping her harder and harder. Ruth moaned softly, her mouth crushed against her shoulder. The whip whistled before it crashed down onto her flesh each time Mike swung with all of his strength and delighted each time her body jerked with pain. His cock was standing stiffly, menacingly again and he dropped the whip, eyed her stiff buttocks and reached down to spread them with his hands.
Ruth didn't fight him any more. She let him raise her buttocks into the air until the cross line formed a perfect target for his throbbing cock. He kneeled behind her, aimed with the soft head of his prick and rammed forward, crashing against the tight, hard muscle of her ass. He pressed forward, groaning and pushing until he thought he felt the muscle give under his pressure. Ruth squirmed, tried to open the ring for him but found that she had no control over it. Mike pushed ahead with a steady pressure, grunted and groaned until finally, the ring opened, sucked the head of his prick in and Ruth's body stiffened. She screamed and begged him to take his cock out, claiming that the pain was killing her, but Mike didn't seem to hear anything anymore. He was too busy pumping his long, thick cock into her tight asshole with frantic thrusts of his hips. His belly slapped against her smooth white buttocks each time he lunged forward and now he reached under her, grasped her breasts and squeezed them hard. Ruth moaned and twisted her body, got up on her hands and now she was on all fours. Mike wrapped his arms tightly around her, took her breasts in his hands again, squeezed harder and pumped until his cock was a shiny blur, ramming in and out of Ruth's burning ass until Mike roared, stiffened and exploded inside of her. He filled her ass with his thick, hot sperm, gushing and shuddering until he fell against her, his mouth wide open and panting.
Ruth fell down again under him. She lay there with his limp cock in her ass, both of his hands clamped to her heaving breasts. Her ass was coated now, her buttocks shining with sweat and sperm. Mike dragged himself from her, looked down at her smooth skin and licked his dry lips. He wanted all of her. He promised himself that she wouldn't leave until he had had all of her.
Ruth opened her eyes wide. Mike had surprised her, pulled her hair up until her face was near his prick. Mike was in a crouch near her face. She staled at his red cock. It was limp, tired and covered with sperm and sweat. Mike was still breathing deeply, his broad, hairy chest pumping up and down like a piston. His large balls almost reached the floor as he sat there. Ruth looked at him. He smiled and pulled again, a little harder this time.
"Come on Ruth. Don't play dumb with me."
Ruth tried to raise herself up. Her cheek grazed his thigh and the hair scraped her smooth skin.
Mike loosened his grip as she kissed his hard leg, inched her mouth upward toward his limp cock. Mike half sat on his heels until Ruth's pink mouth was almost on his cock, then he pushed her head down until it was between his bulging legs. He stuffed her head between his legs and opened his thighs at the same time, affording her a better view of his balls. She reached under, cupped his thick heavy balls in her soft hands, caressed them until he yanked her hair again, then leaned forward, kissed them, licked them with her long tongue, followed the soft dent between them, traced a wet line up the underside of his cock. Mike fell back now and sighed. Ruth's tongue was working over him quickly and now she reached the tight nerve just under the head of his prick. No sooner had she licked it when his cock came to life again, springing upward and she clutched the thickening, hot flesh. She could feel it pulsing, vibrating in her grasp. She looked at the round, thick head. It was soft looking, pink, dry as a fruit and she wanted to lean forward, bite ... instead she lowered her mouth until she could smell him, lashed out with her tongue and licked the tiny slit, then rolled her wet tongue around the head, nerve and Mike jumped, twisted and tried to push his cock up into her mouth but Ruth pulled back.
"Come on!" Mike shouted impatiently. He gripped her hair again and Ruth opened her mouth.
Mike cried out for the first time as her velvety mouth closed down over his hot, throbbing cock. He cursed and rolled, twisted his hips as if he was on fire. He grabbed her head and jerked up and down until his cock slammed against the back of Ruth's mouth. She coughed and choked and pushed at him, grabbed his hands and tried to make him stop but Mike kept pulling and pushing against the soft, silkiness of her lips.
Ruth pulled back as hard as she could and Mike's hand slipped. She fell back. Mike was out of her mouth and on his feet in an instant. He loomed over her, straddled her chest and leaned forward. She saw the anger in his eyes, tried to inch backward but it was too late; his wide, hard hand came around in a half circle, caught her on the cheek with a loud crack that rang in her ears for a long time. She wasn't aware of her own voice whimpering until Mike pushed his prick rudely into her mouth and cut off the sound. He had straddled her now, put his thick cock in her mouth and was riding back and forth over her face. His heavy balls trailed over and between her breasts, his soft hair teasing her nipples. Ruth squirmed under his body. His dark odor' filled her nostrils as he pumped his cock into her lips. Mike twisted, squirmed inside of her mouth until he felt the hard flesh of her tongue rasp his cock each time he pushed and pulled. Suddenly, Ruth reached up and took his buttocks, pushed and pulled, goading him on as he rolled faster, fucked her mouth as gently as he could until Ruth pushed his buttocks. Then he moved faster in the silky void, rammed harder into her lips until the head of his cock collided with the back of her mouth. Ruth started to moan, tongue his cock faster and then she rammed her finger up into his asshole. The move caught Mike by surprise and he grunted, pumped faster, his cock scraping her tongue then suddenly, his prick spurted and he let go ... bursting in her mouth, gushing with a thick flood that filled her and forced her to swallow.
Ruth listened to Mike singing in the shower. They had both rested a bit then Mike told Ruth she could shower first. He was in there now and humming and singing fragments of songs that were making no sense to Ruth. She turned the radio on quietly, listened to the music. She wondered what Tom was doing at that very moment. She had no way of knowing that Tom was having dinner with a beautiful young lady. The daughter of Mr. Bergen.
"Wow. That was good." Mike moved up close to Ruth, put his arms around her and hugged tightly. She smelled the warm, fresh water on him and tried to turn in his arms. His hands were toying with her breasts, pinching her nipples. She pushed his hand away and turned, glared at him. "I only thought that since you were so good to me it was only right that I try to do something for you." He leaned forward to kiss her but she evaded his lips.
"You got what you wanted and more," she snapped. "Now all you have to do to make me happy is sign that contract." She moved away from him and stared until he smiled.
"Okay," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "If that's the way you want it...." His voice trailed off and he picked up his clothes, started to dress and looked at Ruth questioningly. "Don't you want to go now?"
She dressed and walked outside, waited for Mike to lock the door, then stepped into his car. The seats were icy cold and she shivered as she sat down. Mike smiled as he slid in beside her, turned the key and gassed the engine as it came to life. He turned the radio on, slid the dial back and forth until he found some music then slammed his own door and looked at Ruth.
"What's the matter? You look like you just lost your best friend."
Ruth turned and stared at him. Her eyes were on fire, her lips twitched nervously. "Don't say that, Mike. I don't think it's very funny."
"Alright! Excuse me for living. I was only making a corny joke."
He pulled the car out onto the road and headed back to town. They would have to pick up Ruth's car at the restaurant. The owner was a friend of Mike and was keeping an eye on the car. The trees whizzed by as Mike stepped on the gas and hummed a tune along with the radio as he stared straight ahead. Neither of them spoke for a while and it was Mike who finally broke the silence.
"Sorry it's all over so fast. That's the trouble when you meet someone you like ... everything, time and all ... just disappears ... Maybe ... Maybe some other time in the near future eh? What do you say?"
He leaned toward her, rested one hand on her knee and tried to kiss her cheek. Ruth pulled her head away and pushed his hand from her knee at the same time. She smiled so that when Mike leered at her, he didn't really know what was going on.
"Take it easy Mike dear," she said sarcastically. "That might have only been a small sample. The rest could be on the way after you sign with Electro ... if you play your cards right."
"Gee. You mean I still have a chance? Most girls ... I mean the one or two that I've known ... shy away after they see that I like to play a little rough. But it don't bother you none does it?"
Ruth didn't answer. She smiled as she spotted the lights over the tree tops in the night ahead of them. She could almost make out the outlines of some of the buildings. If the moon was full....
"... aren't you listening to me?" Mike asked.
Ruth turned and looked at him and he continued: "I was wondering if you would have a drink with me before you go home ... or wherever it is you're going."
Ruth shook her head slowly. She reached toward him, rested her hand gently on his leg and ran her fingers along his thigh. "All you have to do is sign that contract and then we can discuss anything you want. Just take me to my car now and we'll part good friends."
Mike didn't answer. He turned the car automatically onto the first street in town, maneuvered quickly until he reached Main Street, turned right and stepped on the gas. In a few minutes, he pulled into the restaurant lot and parked beside Ruth's car. He leaned forward, trying to kiss her again but Ruth backed out of the car, laughed and slammed the door. She shook her finger at him and got into her car. Mike frowned and shook his head as he watched her back up, turn and speed out of the lot and onto the street. In a few moments, she was out of sight.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Friday afternoon and Ruth was beginning to get nervous. Tom hadn't called and she was forbidden to phone him at the office. To make things worse, Jay and Perry had phones, each with the same idea in mind; they wanted to see her again, talk to her. They were both pretty specific about it; just talk ... nothing else, they had promised. Ruth smiled. It was as if they had met and planned on saying the same thing. Ruth was pacing up and down the room, trying to decide what to do. She really didn't have any reason to doubt that Tom would show on time in the evening but a voice deep inside of her kept whispering that something was going to happen and she should be very cautious. Tom had been evading her lately. He claimed he had a lot of business but she couldn't help remembering how he had looked that evening in the restaurant. It didn't look like he had just come from a strenuous business meeting.
The telephone rang and Ruth almost jumped out of her skin. She raced to the apparatus, lifted the receiver and whispered into it.
"Is that you Tom? ... How wonderful to hear you ... Yes. Yes, I remember," she said and a shadow crossed her eyes. "He's the man that was with you in the restaurant the other night ... Yes." There was a pause as she listened to Tom explaning that he was invited to dinner at the Bergen's home. He couldn't possibly refuse since Bergen was the key to the whole deal and Tom felt that he had the thing almost all sewed up. "Darling that's wonderful ... really it is and you know that I would never stand in your way ... But you must understand that I never stop thinking of you and I need you ... You must see me tonight or I'll go mad." She listened anxiously as Tom explained that it wasn't possible for him to see her before midnight or even later, depending on how smooth things went at Bergen's place. She nodded impatiently and wiped a few strands of golden hair from her eyes. Tiny lines formed across her smooth forehead as she listened to Tom's voice. He seemed far away...."Yes. Yes darling I understand and I will wait up for you. Do I have any other choice?" she said in a low tone. "No, no, I didn't say anything that matters. Yes. I'll see you later tonight."
Ruth waited until Tom hung up the phone at his end, then she slammed her receiver down so hard that the bell tinkled. She was furious and her anger boiled faster as Tom's words echoed in her head again. She walked back and forth in front of the telephone. After all she had done ... all the sacrifices ... But no, she thought. She couldn't blame Tom. He didn't know that it was her fault that he had gotten those contracts so easily.
Ruth bit her knuckles, tasted her own salty flesh and stifled a sob in her throat. It was beginning to be too much for her ... her scheme was weighing heavily on her heart and conscience. It was all she could do to keep from telling him what she had done and in fact was still planning, for there was one more name on the list; Pete McGuire, owner of a transportation firm. His new distribution methods would save Electro, thousands of dollars and man hours.
Ruth was undecided. She should make a date with Pete sometime soon if she was going to be through with this business. She walked to the phone and reached for it, lifted the receiver, paused, then replaced it. She just didn't want to any more. But she knew that it was almost all over and this Pete, would be the last, then she could demand more of Tom. She reached for the phone again and it rang before she could touch it. Her heart jumped. She knew it was Tom and he had changed his mind.
"Hello darling," she said happily.
"Well! That's what I call an unexpected welcome."
"Perry. What do you want?" Ruth hissed impatiently. "I told you never to call me here ... I don't care ... I don't want you to phone me at all." She paused and listened to him tell in a smooth, unperturbed voice, that he was going to come over and there wasn't much she could do about it short of calling the police and that wouldn't make very good publicity. She listened and the sound of his voice changed to Tom, telling her that he had to break their date. "Alright. Come over if you want. I don't care. Come over right away if you feel like it." She slammed the phone again and went to the bathroom.
She turned the hot and cold water on full and threw her clothes on the floor, stepped in and snapped the glass door shut. It wasn't long before the front door opened and Perry stepped into the house. He cocked his ears, tried to listen for a clue ... heard the water in the shower and smiled, rubbed his hands together.
He stepped into the bathroom, opening the door quietly. He smiled. Ruth's body was almost clearly visible through the pebbly glass surface of the door. Perry imagined the curve of her breasts, the points of her pink nipples more than he really saw. Ruth was almost finished, rubbed her belly and breasts, felt the refreshing sting of the water bite her flesh ... She turned the water and Perry disappeared into the living room. He opened the door and pressed the doorbell button so as not to startle Ruth.
"It's me, Ruth!" he shouted as he stepped back into the room. "So I see."
Perry whipped around and saw Ruth standing behind him. He smiled helplessly as he watched her close her red robe over her wet body. She must have noticed him, he thought, followed him out here and watched him make a fool of himself by ringing the bell and faking an entrance. "I ... I didn't want to startle you so I went back to ring the bell."
"Don't lie to me. I saw you in the bathroom. Or did you think that I had one way glass installed in my shower door?"
She told him to make some drinks. Perry was delighted. Ruth seemed preoccupied ... probably with thoughts of Tom, he guessed but he didn't really care. The only thing that mattered to him was that he was here, alone with Ruth, beautiful Ruth, sitting across from him in her robe. Her lovely, shiny pink knees peeking at him from the open front. Her lips, sagging a bit under her pretty green eyes, luscious golden hair falling around her face. He sighed and raised his drink.
"Here's to you," he said flatly and grinned.
"Why me?"
Perry shook his head. "After all is said and done Ruth. I have to give you first prize. That son of a bitch ... excuse me if I hurt your feelings ... isn't worth what you've been doing." Perry emptied his glass and made to refill it. Ruth finished her drink and held it out to him. "Don't forget me," she said. Her voice was beginning to get heavy from the alcohol.
Perry took the glass from her hand and smiled to himself, glanced at his watch. It was early. He could phone the office and tell his secretary that he got held up ... take messages and he would phone in again later. He mixed Ruth's drink, then his own and handed the glass to her. She raised it and swallowed hard. "Hey. You're hitting that pretty hard, aren't you? It's still pretty early and. ."
"Look. Just mix them and shut up. I don't need any one to tell me how much to drink or how fast."
"Okay. Okay, you don't have to chop my head off, Ruth. I was only trying to watch out for you," Perry said. "Do you mind if I call the office?" Ruth gestured with her hand and he picked up the phone and called his office. Ruth listened as he gave instructions to his secretary, then hung up. "That gives us the rest of the weekend," he said with a wide grin on his face."
"What makes you think I'm going to spend my weekend with you?" Ruth asked.
"Oh ... just wishing out loud," Perry said quickly. His voice sounded strange and he took another swallow as Ruth glanced up at him. He moved a-round behind her, rested his hand on her shoulder. He could feel the heat of her body coming through. She made no attempt to remove his hand and Perry felt great. He could look right down between her breasts from where he stood. He let his eyes rest on the soft dark furrow between the white mounds. He tried to remember the hard nipples that jutted out sharply when he touched them last. His fingers moved almost imperceptibly.
"Don't let yourself get carried away," Ruth said softly.
Perry withdrew his hand and looked at it. He inspected his fingers as if he had just been burned.
"You never give a guy a break do you? You come out here in that thing, wiggle your fanny and boobs around and expect me to act like a person without nerves ... like your so-called boyfriend."
Ruth looked up at him. He could see the anger burning in her eyes and wished he'd kept his mouth shut. He knew damned well that he couldn't intimidate her and only worsen his position if he wise cracked about Tom Prophet. He grinned sheepishly and patted her shoulder.
"Sorry, Honey . I ... I didn't mean to take it out on you. I guess we've all been working hard in our own way and...."
He stopped talking. The urgent look on Ruth's face stopped him short and he felt like he was suspended in the air, not knowing which way to move or if he was even interpreting Ruth's expression correctly. He leaned forward, bending his head and was surprised as Ruth attempted to meet him half way, pursing her plump, red lips and shutting her eyes. They were very close then, the heat of her body mingling with his as they wrapped their arms around one another. Ruth sighed and Perry's hand crushed her firm breasts with his hands, twisted until he felt her strain up against him. Her mouth was wide open, a deep, hot tunnel with her burning tongue darting out, stabbing his mouth, licking his lips. She reached up with both hands and pulled his hair, crushed his mouth down on hers until his own teeth bit into his lips.
His wide hands slid up her sides, over the inward curve of her small waist, hesitated at the hard mounds of her breasts, then rolled over the edge of her robe, down into the hot darkness that covered her breasts. He kneaded the silky softness, rubbed her taut nipples as she squirmed, pushed her tongue all the way into his mouth and twisted it, rasping, coating his lips with her musky saliva. He swallowed hard.
Ruth felt the thrills coursing through her hot body as Perry's fingers groped and gouged her flesh, crushed her heaving breasts under the material of her robe. Her head was filled with a blurry picture of Tom Prophet, smiling, kissing her hotly and running his hands all over her body. She breathed his name into Perry's mouth but he ignored it, pulled the material of her robe apart and bared her large, round breasts. Ruth felt the cool air rush over her naked breast. She arched her back, trying to push her nipples back into Perry's hands. He let her go and came around the couch, sat heavily beside her and closed his mouth over her tight nipples, one at a time, sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could and twirling his tongue over her nipple until she squirmed and threw her head back on the edge of the sofa. Perry worked his fingers under her robe, touched her thighs, groped along her flesh until he felt the tangle of soft, curly hair, forced his way along the tight hot line between her legs, then along the lips of her dry cunt.
The flames burst in Ruth's chest. Perry sucked avidly on her nipples, pulling them with the hard ring of his mouth until Ruth opened her lips and cried out. Perry's teeth started nibbling on her flesh, trailed along the hard mounds then caught her hard, coral nipples and the sensations made Ruth's arms and legs rubbery and she wanted to faint, when a hot pain shot through her nipple. Perry bit down into her flesh, jerked his head back but didn't let go.
"Perry, " Ruth gasped. "You're hurting me ... Please be careful."
But Perry paid no attention, took the whole nipple in his mouth and sucked hard until she winched with pain and his tongue whorled around the tip and his teeth dug into the silky flesh again. She squirmed, tried to pull away but his grip tightened around her waist and she felt his hard cock in his pants. He opened his fly and put her hand on the opening. She felt it with her fingers, touched the drysoftness and the thing loomed in her mind. She pictured his cock as thick as a pole, spiny, grating like a rasp and she struggled to get it out of his pants. She wanted to feel it tear into her soft flesh rip her cunt to shreds and she would feel nothing but pain and it would take her mind away from Tom. "Tom," she whispered huskily.
Perry rammed his finger into her cunt then. It was as if he wanted to hurt her for speaking Tom's name although he had told himself only a moment ago that it didn't matter to him ... nothing mattered as long as he had-Ruth's body in his hands. Her fingers, working on his swollen cock. It throbbed as the blood poured into it until he thought it sould burst or he would cry out in pain. Ruth caressed it gently, running her soft fingers over the whole length, tightening her grip just enough to make him feel her hand but not so much that it would hurt him.
Sparks exploded in white bursts in Perry's head and he sucked harder on her nipples. Ruth pushed her chest into his face again and moaned softly. Her hand jerked harder up and down and Perry tried to swing his hips around until he could get his pants off without disturbing her grip on his cock. He fumbled with his buttons, then pulled down ... his cock hung free, balls dangling between his thighs and his ass in the cool air. Ruth opened her eyes slightly and stared at his stiff pipe, thick but soft and she squeezed and rubbed ... it burned in the curve of her hand and she slid over the full length and shuddered at the thought of the huge thing in her tight cunt. It seemed to be alive in her grasp, the head puffed up, expanded and contracted and the veins running along the sides were swollen with blood. She wanted to see it but when she tried to look down, Peny thought she was trying to pull away and pushed her roughly.
She slid sideways and hung on the edge of the couch and Perry jumped up, stood next to her. His cock was shining in the bright sunlight. Ruth was speechless. She glared at the white and pink cock, blue veined with a bulbous red head that seemed to throb as the tiny dark slit eyed her. She pulled her head back, contemplated his heavy velvety balls as they dangled between his legs. She marvelled at the tuft of thick dark hair over his curved prick.
Perry knelt beside her, forced her head all the wa. back and then his hands were all over her at once; fondling her aching nipples, smoothing her flat belly, then suddently dipping between the bulge of her thighs, curling in the thick hair, then the lips of her wet cunt. She opened her legs, allowed his finger to press deeper, explore her cunt and slip in and out, rubbing her hardening clitoris. Her flesh tingled and her breath came in short gasps as his finger wormed up inside of her cunt. Perry's fingers were much thicker than her own and she experienced a new thrill as it worked harder inside of her, slid in and out as his tongue filled her mouth, pumped in and out of her lips, keeping rhythm with his finger. Perry's finger was rough, and she knew it wouldn't be easy to hold herself back. He was working hard now, forcing her silky liquid to coat the lips of her tight cunt, getting it ready to take his thick, hot cock.
Her hand reached and moved over his belly now, felt the soft fluffy hair and then grabbed his throbbing cock again. She moved her fingers, sliding them up and down, forcing the skin over his head and then her fingers moved faster and Perry felt himself boiling inside. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.
He raised himself, stood panting over her naked, gleaming thighs. Ruth felt the silky scrape of his cock as he climbed over her belly and between her legs. His hands were on her breasts again, squeezing, kneading her tender flesh and his cruel fingers nipped the soft buds of her pink nipples. Electric shocks washed over Ruth's body in thick waves and she felt a new heat in her legs. Perry worked the puffed head of his cock, forcing it between the loose outer lips of her cunt and as she settled back, getting ready for him, he lunged forward. His thick, hard cock forced her cunt open and slid inside. It felt enormous inside of her and there was no stopping him now. He pushed again, the head of his cock disappeared inside of her cunt and then, inch by inch, he forced the full length inside her. Ruth tried to pull back but there was no stopping Perry now. He pushed with all of his strength, slid into the tight sleeve and she felt his strong hands forcing her thighs apart and her muscles stretched. Perry was almost all the way in her now and she could feel his cock burn her flesh and she expected more pain as he drew back slightly, then lunged forward again.
She felt his stiff driving cock worm its way into her throbbing cunt and teasing the lips, and clitoris as it touched hard and Perry lay heavily, covering her with his body.
He breathed into her ear, burned the side of her cheek and now she could feel the whole swollen prick working in her, sliding in and out of her smooth wet lips, slowly and they rocked together. She found the rhythm and swayed her buttocks, gyrated her hard stomach under him. His hands clutched her tight buttocks and she reached up over his broad back and hugged him closer and his chest rubbed her nipples, sent thrills through her body. Perry moved quickly in her now and the puffed head of his cock battered the hard clitoris and rasped the sides of her cunt. Ruth was lost in a sea of velvety flesh. Perry's mouth closed over her breast and his hands dug deep into her round buttocks.
They were sweating and their chest slid together. Perry ran a finger between her buttocks and found the tight muscle of her ass and she felt pain stab into her again as he pushed his finger, the pain seeped into her cunt as it slid over his cock, raging inside of her.
Perry moved faster, squirmed inside of her and then he shuddered and moaned in her ear, covered her mouth again with his, smothering her breath, his hot, sticky tongue darting between her teeth, twirling over her tongue and then the roof of her mouth and his cock hammered all the way up now, he stiffened ... shot his fluid deep into her hot cunt, burning her inside, tormenting the head of her clitoris and then the sensations ran through her, sliced like a sharp knife and she lunged up with her hips to meet his cock and then her whole body released itself and "her hot fluid washed over Perry's cock.
They lay quietly in each others arms for a long while. She felt Perry go limp inside of her cunt and she wished they could stay like that, hard and strong, hot inside, sliding, teasing her cunt. She pushed his head down against her breasts and hoped that he would take her nipples in his mouth again, twist and bite them, make them stand hard and hot in his lips. She wanted his prick strong in her and make her come again and keep coming until her body floated outside of itself, out over the world and she would engulf it in her cunt, soothe it with her sperm, wash the dark, deep problems and feed every man on her heavy breasts.
She caressed Perry's hair, her eyes shut tightly, picturing Tom's face, smiling as she caressed ... Perry was coming to life, his cock stiffening in her cunt and she smiled. He was growing in her, making love and growing here inside of her all at once. His cock was swelling to think proportions again and she waited impatiently for him to start pumping it in her again. But to her surprise, Perry pulled his prick out, it danced in front of her belly, shiny and wet with her sperm.
Perry turned her roughly on her stomach and she wondered what he was doing as he glared at her beautiful, round, white buttocks. He reached for the dark line, spread the soft flesh with his thick fingers and Ruth felt his cock fumble between her legs and she spread her knees to make more room. She thought he was trying to get back into her cunt but Perry had other ideas and rammed hie cock against the unyielding, tight brown ring of muscle of her ass. She winched, rocked back and forth, met his cock again. She was thinking that perhaps he had had trouble finding her cunt.
"What are you doing Perry? I thought that you...."
He squeezed the flesh of her buttocks until she cried out with pain of her muscle being stretched until it burned. Then he forced his thick cock into the dry ass hole and the puffed head sunk and Ruth lurched forward and groaned as the pain tore into her body. Perry shoved harder now and Ruth felt the thick cock tear into her ass, stretch the muscle until the pain became unbearable. With one final, concentrated push Perry had his cock all the way in and a new sensation crawled into Ruth's body. She opened her mouth to scream as Perry slid his cock out again until the ring tightened around his thick head then he lunged forward, thrusting his full weight against her. Her insides were filled with his cock and she felt that she would choke. Her muscle flexed, tried to force his prick out of her ass but it was no use. His thick cock rammed up into her hole again and his belly slapped sharply against her buttocks. Perry's middle finger crawled between her legs and plunged into the wet lips of her cunt. Fire shot up into her groin again as he pumped in her ass with his big prick and her cunt with his stiff finger. She fell forward against the thick cushions and sobs.
The sound of her voice, choking in her throat, drove Perry on burning deeper into her tight ass hole, riding on her white, crushed buttocks with his swollen red cock. He reached under with his free hand, grabbed her breasts, kneaded the silky warmth, pinched the tender nipples. He hammered away in her ass, felt the tight muscle slide over the head of his cock, the tender, sensitive nerve near its head and he slid easily into the void again until his blood boiled in his prick, rushed up into the head and shot into her like a cannon, sending thick, hot burst of sperm to fill her cunt and Ruth squirmed under his pressure.
Perry fell across Ruth's back now and lay there with his eyes open, mouth hanging slack as he gasped for air. Ruth sighed as the sperm trickled out of her ass, caught on the finger that still worked furiously inside of her raw cunt. She shuddered and heaved, grabbed his hand and pumped faster, rammed it against her aching clitoris and now she too raged with hot fluid, streaming over his hand and down his finger. He smeared her belly with the stuff and she felt it evaporating, the sticky substance cooling and her tongue swelled in her mouth, her lips sucked at the sweet saliva on her lips and swallowed hard.
Ruth forced Perry back as she rolled over and smiled at him. Her face was framed in a shimmering pool of honey, accentuating the deep green of her eyes, the fair whiteness of her skin ... her pink tipped breasts, still pulsing up and down.
Perry's cock was getting hard again and he glared at her, watched her tongue flick across her dry lips. He climbed over her, dragged his growing cock across her hard belly, between her moving breasts, taut nipples, slithered over her chin and forced the head onto her pink lips. He took the shank of his prick in his hand and rubbed the puffed head back and forth over her mouth. Ruth lay quietly for a moment, then the pink tip of her tongue peeked between her lips, tasted the salt of his prick. Her lips opened and Perry pushed his prick in. Her mouth moved over his flesh. The strong odor of his body, his balls and sperm and his ass, filled her nostrils and she wished that his cock tasted musky like the smell. She sucked easily, afraid to hurt his delicate flesh but her lips soon tired and her mouth clung to him without moving. Then suddenly he straddled her face, his balls dangled near her chin and his cock seemed to slide in and out of her mouth by itself. His black curly hair moved over her and the cock dug deeper into her mouth until she choked and Perry slid in and out faster. He felt the tight lips of her mouth and finally her tongue darting against the nerve of his cock and he exploded into her lovely mouth, fired his milky sperm and watched it ooze from her lips as she tried not to swallow.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked at her again. They smiled at the same time and she put her arms up, tugged at his shoulders ... Ruth kissed his belly, sucking briefly at his navel, then his flat nipples as he leaned into her. Her tongue ran up over his chest, teased his neck, ran back down over his nipples again. Perry leaned back, sitting on her breasts as her tongue worked down. He had to move now so that Ruth could sit up slightly. She ran her tongue down, forced him back and now she hovered over him, lapping his cock, sucking his hairy balls. But it was no use. Perry was too tired and she couldn't get his cock hard again.
"You should be going," Ruth said huskily. She glanced around at the clock and figured that she had enough time to get a little rest before Tom came around. She shuddered at the thought of him walking in ahead of time and perhaps finding Perry here.
"What's the hurry," he said and stretched his arms. His hands curled around her head and he tried to pull her to him but she resisted.
"I have things to do," Ruth answered flatly. She realized that she had made a mistake and should have been more subtile about getting Perry out of the way. It was too late now, she thought. Maybe if I change strategy ... make him feel that I'm taking him into my confidence...."Things have almost worked themselves out," she said in a low voice and averted his eyes. "There's only one more name on the list. I'll see the last man next week,"
"Have you met him yet?"
"No. But that shouldn't be too hard. It worked alright with the others."
"Maybe I could help," Perry murmured. "But I find that lately I wish you wouldn't make it with those guys. Funny isn't it? I think I'm starting to get pretty serious about you Ruth."
She looked up at him. Her green eyes were flat, almost expressionless but her lips moved at the corners and soon curled up into a sardonic smile. "Don't make me laugh, Perry. You're in this for what you can get out of me and that's as far as you'll go...."
Perry's mouth dropped open. He felt as if Ruth had hit him in the stomach with her fist. The air swooshed out of his lungs and he felt cold at first then hot as the blood rushed up into his neck, then flushed his cheeks a bright shade of red. His chest was spotted with red and his eyes were shining brightly, glaring straight at Ruth, bearing down on her until she turned her head to the side.
"That wasn't the right thing to say. When I tell you how I feel about you, Ruth, I'm sincere ... I don't have to go around making up stories to get you where I want you. We're together now and that's enough for me. I didn't ask for anything special. I just said that I'm falling for you. Don't make a joke of it."
"I am sorry. I didn't think you were so sensitive. But you know how I feel ... You know why I'm doing all of this Perry. It's to help Tom...."
"In other words you spent the afternoon with me to keep my mouth shut ... is that it?"
Ruth smiled crookedly. She hadn't thought of it quite that way. She had lied to herself and said that she was angry with Tom and she was using Perry to get back at him in her own childish way. Then, as Perry was enjoying himself, she saw no reason why she shouldn't get something out of it too, but it hadn't lasted. There were only a few seconds during the whole afternnon that she remembered and even then she tried to push the images into the back corners of her mind. She opened her mouth to say something but Perry held up his hand. His face was on fire now and she was a little afraid of what he might do.
"Okay. If that's the way it is, I can't change it. Tom is a lucky son of a bitch! Lucky but blind when he can't see what he has in you. Well ... I don't like to say it Ruth, but you'll be sorry. You'll be sorry that you've done all of this for nothing ... wasted all of your time for nothing."
"What do you mean ... wasted my time? What the hell are you talking about now, Perry?"
Perry grinned at her. She saw the glint in his eyes and shrugged her shoulders thinking that he was just upset because of the way she felt and he had to try to get back at her some way. She was about to get up and head for the shower when Perry reached out, grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard.
"You're hurting me," Ruth said quietly and stared at his hand.
"I know. But that's nothing compared to what you're about to hear. I think you'd better sit down. This is going to come as quite a shock to you."
Ruth sat down next to him and twisted her fingers nervously. She knew Perry had something rotten to say by the look in his eye and the leer on his face. She wanted to leave the room, ignore him, but something held her there, pushed her down onto the couch and she waited patiently.
"You remember Bergen?" Ruth cocked her head to the side at the mention of that name. It sounded vaguely familiar...."He's the guy you saw with Tom in the restaurant ... the night you met Mike Carter...."
"How do you know about that?"
"Never mind that," he said and smiled. "Bergen is president of Bergen Industries, a large firm that's in on this government deal. In fact, Tom and Bergen have been playing both ends against the middle. They are supposed to be in competition but Bergen is shrewd."
"In what way?"
"He's swayed Tom over to his side of the fence and gotten him to change his strategy to include Bergen Industries instead of fighting it. They are secretly planning to merge."
"You can't expect me to believe that Electro . ."
"Not Electro ... Bergen and Prophet. Bergen had a young and beautiful daughter. Tom has been seeing her almost every night since you came back to town."
Perry settled back, folded his hands on his lap and watched Ruth's reaction. He seemed to be taking special pleasure in seeing her lips move, eyes dart from side to side light a trapped and frightened creature. He saw her mouth open, gape and the sound came out, high pitched at first, then shattering his ears and she was on him, biting and scratching, all teeth, sharp fingernails and soft nipples, wet, curly hair rubbing his flanks' and he pushed up against her, forced her back and held her firmly against the arm of the couch. She stopped struggling, stared at him for a moment then began sobbing. She cried quietly at first, then the tears flowed freely. Perry shook his head and released his grip on her wrists. She covered her face and he listened as she cried for a long time.
""I'm sorry, Ruth, Really I am. I didn't think you would take it this way. I forget sometimes that people are capable of feeling pretty strongly about things. I thought that you might get a little upset but...."
"Why do you insist on lying? I don't believe a word that you've told me. Tom isn't seeing anyone else. He's been working late every night and...."
"Look. I don't want to go over the details again. It's up to you if you want to believe me or not. I know the facts and you aren't going to change that. All I want is you. Don't ask for any explanations ... I just want you and I'm sorry I had to use a little boy's method of stabbing his adversary in the back. Don't hold it against me ... Ruth?"
Ruth was looking at the darkened window. The tears had dried on her cheeks now and she was breathing evenly. Perry cursed himself for being such a fool. He knew that he had absolutely no chance with her now ... not after slandering Tom the way he had.
Ruth looked up at him with dry eyes. She smiled a little, then surprised him even more by reaching out for Perry's hand and taking it in hers. She squeezed gently and tried to stand up. Perry sat next to her and held onto her hand. His face changed, his expression softening and he felt something in his chest begin to swell as he caressed her hand.
"I'm hungry," Ruth said. "Could you take a girl to dinner this evening or would that be too much to ask?"
Perry grinned broadly. He jumped up, his cock flopping against his thighs and suddenly he felt completely free.
"Of course. What changed your mind? No never mind that question ... just go on and get ready and we'll go to town and get the best dinner you've had in a long time."
Ruth smiled at him and stood up. She was glad that Perry wasn't angry any longer and she knew just what she had to do now. "Promise me one thing Perry. Don't take me to town. I wouldn't want to run into Tom there. Let's go to a place outside of town."
"Anything you say," he answered and hugged her, kissed her lightly on the mouth and looked at her magnificent breasts for the last time. She reached up and touched his nose, then walked away. Perry soon heard the shower hissing and Ruth sliding the glass doors closed. He rubbed his hands together and skipped across the room and mixed himself a drink while waiting. His thoughts were going wild in his head. He pictured Tom as a doomed ship and watched him sink off the horizon.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ruth had a few drinks too many before and after dinner and Perry suggested that he take her home, let her get a little rest. He promised to take her out again the next night. Ruth was in no condition to argue and she didn't realize until the car stopped in front of her house, that she was on her way home.
"Can you make it alright?" Perry asked as he held the front door open for her. "I think you should get all the rest you can after what's happened." He realized after he spoke that he shouldn't have mentioned a word about Tom, or anything to do with him. Ruth glared at him, sneered out loud and stumbled through the doorway. Perry was about to step in when she slammed the door. He pushed it open again. "Take it easy. It's me ... or have you forgotten already?"
"Hell with all of you," Ruth mumbled as she crept up the stairs without looking back.
Perry smiled to himself, shrugged his shoulders and stepped out into the dark again, got into his car and drove off.
Ruth stubbed her toe on the top step and cursed herself. She was slightly confused by the quick change in surroundings and looked around, squinting her eyes. She came to her room, pushed the door open and staggered to her bed. In no time, she had managed to throw her clothes all over the room and flop into the bed.
When Tom arrived a few hours later, the house was dark. He wasn't sure if Ruth was home but decided to go in anyway and wait if she was still out. He had thought it all over and decided to tell her what was going on. He didi't know how much longer he could go on evading her, putting her off. She was calling more and more lately, asking for dates and he was afraid the word would soon get around to the wrong people that she was calling him.
Business was going along perfect for him. Tom smiled to himself each time he thought of how he had snared the other companies into signing the contract with Electro. He admitted to himself, only, that it had been extremely easy. To his boss, he agreed that it had been a long, hard fight to land the sub-contractors as easily as he had. There was one more to go and it worried him a little. But thinking about his deal with Bergen made him shrug the whole thing off. At this stage in the game, he had nothing to lose; Bergen had offered Tom a top position in his firm ... wither before, or after this deal went through. Tom's strategy; taking Christa Bergen out, had worked. Of course he had used her to get closer to her father and now that he was almost in ... he didn't want Ruth to spoil it. If Christa found out....
He rang the bell but no one answered. Tom tried to open the door but it was locked. He figured Ruth was out but on his way to the car, he couldn't help going to the garage and looking in. Ruth's car was parked inside.
Tom went back to the door. This time, he took a firm grip on the handle and pushed. The door opened. It had been stuck.
Tom walked around in the dark, figured Ruth would be up in the bedroom and tiptoed up the steps. He pushed the half open door the rest of the way and strained his eyes toward the bed. He could just make out the mound of blankets as he stepped across the room. He was about to turn on the small lamp when Ruth turned abruptly.
"Don't bother to turn the light on, Tom."
"How did you know...."
"I heard you downstairs. I must confess, I looked out the window and saw you walking around down there."
"I looked in the garage. But why didn't you open the window and call me?" he asked and sat on the edge of the bed.
Ruth moved a little to make more room. He still couldn't make out her features but he felt tense and kept his distance. It had seemed easy in the car, the words flowed smoothly in his mind and he knew exactly what he had to say to Ruth. But now that they were alone, in the dark bedroom, the words evaded him, stuck in his throat.
Ruth reached automatically for his hand. Tom let her take it and figured he would wait a few minutes before he told her the whole truth. It would only be for a while anyway. Just until he got in solid with Bergen. Then he would see Ruth again. Once he proved to old man Bergen that he was worth his salt, he wouldn't need Christa to lean on.
"Ruth ... I have to...."
"Shhh. Let's not talk. It's been so long since we've had some time alone like this. Give me a few seconds to collect my thoughts. I must confess that I went out to dinner and had a few martinis." Ruth didn't have any trouble talking. Now that Tom was here beside her she found it easy to forget everything that Perry had said. She was willing to overlook anything where Tom was concerned and the possibility that he was seeing someone else seemed a bit ridiculous. After all ... Tom had just said that they were going to get married after this deal was over. Well, he hadn't actually put it into words but she knew by the way he had talked that. .
"I have to tell you something Ruth ... It's about us."
She was afraid of his tone. His voice sounded too thick, too serious for her and she felt panic in her heart, reached out and grasped his hand. Tom didn't know why he let her take his hand, slide it under the blankets and let it rest on her warm, soft flesh. He kept his hand there, feeling the pulse under her flesh. She moved and before he could do anything, her nipples were alive under his palm and then sliding away as she raised herself up, put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth.
He didn't struggle with her as he had thought, instead, his hands moved back over her, smoothed her belly, explored the tiny, soft folds of flesh, then came up under the firm bulbs of white flesh, smoothed, hot skin, tight, sharp points vibrating under his hands and he squeezed gently....
Ruth moaned into his mouth, her tongue darted, stabbed his lips and licked hotly, furiously. Her mouth moved urgently over his.
Ruth hugged him tightly to her naked breasts, felt the tears well up in her eyes. She wanted to give him everything. She thought that that would be the sure way of holding him here ... in this room ... forever. She wanted to keep him prisoner, make love to him every minute.
She kissed again, hard, then brushed her lips along the tight length of his neck. Her hands fumbled hotly with the buttons of his shirt. Tom didn't resist, let himself be undressed. He felt that he owed it to her ... she had this one last time coming to her. After that....
Ruth succeeded in pulling his shirt back. Her teeth clamped down, nibbled playfully on his flat nipples and she tasted the salty skin of his belly. Tom caressed her hair, crushed the thick, golden waves as her tongue played across his stomach. He felt her silky, hot breath on his navel, sucked his stomach in as her fingers undid his pants. In no time, he sat naked beside her.
Her tongue played across his stomach again, slithered downward into the thick curls, her hands pulled his thighs apart then suddenly, her sharp tongue pressed against his stiff cock. He tried to pull her head up but Ruth wouldn't let him. Her fingers curled tightly around his throbbing prick and she jerked the loose skin up and down, slowly then his whole prick was inside of her hot, velvety mouth, sucking him, pulling and teasing the nerves of his tired body and in spite of himself, Tom settled back and let Ruth's mouth work on his cock. He seemed to grow inside of her mouth, swim in her thick saliva and rear upward until her head was raised over him. Ruth closed her eyes and slid her mouth up and down on his thick cock. The veins bulged as they filled with fresh, hot blood, pulsed as her slender fingers caressed his balls. Her nails gently raked the tight skin of his belly, thighs and the tight strip of flesh leading to his ass. Tom groaned and tried to pull out of her mouth. The elusive rasp of her tongue wasn't enough for him any longer.
He coaxed her away from his cock and she lay on top of him, her heavy breasts burning into his chest as he worked her buttocks up over his cock. She moved the wet lips of her cunt up and over the head of his hard, curved prick and settled down onto it. A burning sensation curled up into her belly again but disappeared quickly and now the only thing that she was aware of was the hard pressure of his cock. She hunched her body, rode up and dow on his hot prick, feeling its head ram against her clitoris and the thrills wash up into her tense thighs and belly, into her groin and the throbbing lips of her cunt. Her breasts moved, slithered across his chest and he caught at them with his mouth, clung to one stiff, crimson nipple and sucked until she moaned with pleasure. She pumped faster and threw her head from side to side, her hair swishing, whipping her creamy shoulders and face. She was caught in the frenzy, the burning of her cunt as it slid over Tom's stiff, gleaming cock. She came almost immediately, her body jerking as she sat heavily on his cock, grabbed her breasts, twisted her nipples and wailed out loud. Tom was in his own orbit now, feeling the hot pocket between Ruth's legs pump a few more times then suddenly lift ... and his cock flopped in the cool air. She inched back on her knees, then enveloped his shiny wet cock with her mouth again, sucked and licked the white fluid from his head, the sides and finally, his balls. Tom gave in, lay back and her her hair brush his upraised thighs. His legs formed a soft cradle for her head as her tongue slithered wetly around the sensitive head of his swollen cock. Tom felt the urgency in his groin, the pressure mounting in his balls and he reached up, grabbed Ruth's hair, pulled her mouth all the way over his cock and shot his fiery liquid into her mouth. Ruth drank quickly and he let his head fall back and listened to the sounds of her mouth drinking his sperm.
Tom sat up after a while. Ruth still had his cock in her mouth and it was beginning to go limp. He leaned forward and took her head in both hands, pulled her up and kissed her softly on the mouth. She moved up closer, her breasts slid over his cock and he shuddered. Ruth wanted Tom's prick all over her at once; in her mouth, cunt and ass. She took her breasts, slid the tight nipples on his prick and pressed hard, tring to sting his prick with her taut flesh. She took one nipple, his prick in the other hand and rubbed them together, felt him start to come alive again....
Tom pushed Ruth back now, crawled between her legs and then rocked forward, kissed her nipples. She took his head in her hands and caressed his hair as his smooth mouth sucked her breasts. His tongue scraped around her stiff nipples and hot sparks exploded in her breasts, burst in her stomach. Tom's mouth moved down over her body, tickled her navel and scraped across her flat belly. His head was on her hands now and slid away, over the thick tuft of curly hair. He nibbled the tender inner flesh of her thighs, teased the loose lips of her cunt with the hard tip of his tongue then drove it into her cunt quickly. Ruth sucked her breath in hard as Tom's tongue twisted and lunged into her cunt, rubbed against her clitoris. She squirmed as his mouth sucked the lips of her cunt while his tongue raked her inside. She felt the hot, silky fluids rushing through her. Tom worked quickly, explored the inside of her cunt with sharp jabs and Ruth stretched, pulled and finally wrapped her legs around his head. She reached up with both hands, twister her nipples while she hunched her body gently to meet the soft thrusts of his tongue. Ruth tensed her leg muscles and drew his face harder-against her-cunt as it throbbed. Tom was stabbing his tongue in and out of her like a cock, lashing her stiff clitoris and the thrills shivered through Ruth's body, she pushed harder against him with every fiber of her body. Her cunt melted into his mouth, overlapped his tongue then crashed in hot streaks over Tom's face, coating him with creamy fluid. Ruth choked as the thrills washed over her, hit her full force and jerked her body with long spasms.
Tom moved fast, pulled his face away and rammed his stiff cock into her cunt. Ruth felt a quick, sharp pain, then relaxed with a sigh as Tom filled her cunt again with thick, hot flesh and began slipping in and out of her rhythmically.
He rolled back and forth, leaning on both hands. Ruth's cunt was clinging to his cock, sucking at it each time he pulled back. He wanted to drive deeper, harder and their bones crushed together as he hammered in and out of her.
Tom reached for her breasts, twisted her pink rigid nipples and Ruth moaned, gritted her teeth as he tormented her. She twisted her head from side to side and moaned louder each time his long, thick cock pushed up into her, rammed against her clitoris. She opened her mouth wide and cried out as the flesh of his cock raked the inside of her cunt, pumped furiously.
Tom felt himself coming and let go just as Ruth started to shudder, the thrills of her own orgasm washing over her. He came inside of her, flooding her cunt and fell on top of her breasts, sucked hard on her nipple as her thighs heaved and jerked spasmodically.
It wasn't long before Tom's cock began to shrink inside of Ruth. She pulled away abruptly and pushed him. Tom looked at her, wide eyed, startled as Ruth lowered her head again onto his gleaming cock. She sucked and licked the sperm from his soft red prick, wet thighs and then his cock rolled on his leg and started to rise. It stood rigid, curved and shiny, covered with Ruth's saliva and she lowered her mouth again, engulfing the pink head with soft red lips. She twisted her tongue around the tiny slit and Tom moaned, and stood on his knees. He bent over Ruth, caressed her shoulders. His hands traveled down, slithered between her buttocks. The tight, white flesh quivered at his touch and Ruth opened her legs, allowed his finger to tickle the brown, puckered muscle. His finger was wet with sperm in an instant and he pushed hard, forced the muscle open and curled his finger inside.
Ruth sucked harder on his stiff prick now that his finger tortured her tight asshole. She wanted him to come quickly, fill her mouth with his hot, thick sperm so that she could drink it in, feel him in her throat.
Tom pulled his finger out of Ruth's ass, clutched her head with both hands and started to jerk it up and down, sliding her tight lips over the puffed head of his swollen cock. He looked down, watched her lips cling to his flesh and he knew that he had to come ... the thrill of her hot tongue rasping his nerve ... drawing his body up ... deeper into her soft, hot mouth ... and he came hard, poured his hot sperm into her waiting mouth and she drank greedily, sucking quickly as it came in short, hard spurts. Ruth felt it was down her throat, tasted the musky fluid, sucked harder at his tired cock but it was no use.
They sat huddled together for a long while in the dark. Neither of them remembered ... or cared to recall what they were going to say earlier. They were both well spent, content to be together again ... close and warm. Tom put his arm around Ruth, she sighed and they fell back onto the cool pillows again. The room was soon filled with their steady, gentle breathing.
CHAPTER SIX
Both Tom and Ruth evaded their questions for the rest of the weekend. They contented themselves with staying in bed most of the time and toying with each other's body.
Ruth pushed Perry's remarks out of her mind each time there was a lull between her and Tom and Tom, In his turn, put off bringing up the subject of Christa Bergen. He was beginning to wish it wasn't all happening and thought that maybe he shouldn't say anything at all. But toward the end of Sunday, Ruth began to worry. Monday brought another day that would be spent away from Tom. She knew without asking that he would be too busy ... both in the day and the evening, so she decided to break the subject of their future together while he was in a good frame of mind.
"Tom?"
He flinched at the sound of her voice. He somehow sensed what Ruth was about to say and his whole body tensed.
"Yes, Ruth," he said flatly and looked into her eyes.
They were sitting in bed. Ruth had the sheet wrapped around her belly and her breasts jutted out freely. Tom couldn't help admiring her soft, pink nipples. He wished that they could somehow avoid all the conflict. He had vowed when she returned, to keep her out of the business but with Christa, he couldn't help involving her. He loved Ruth in his own way, but the business always came first. He didn't bypass his emotions and put business first, he would still be on the other side of the tracks, probably working as somebody's helper. Maybe even a production worker in Electro's factory. That would be a laugh, he thought.
"Why don't we get married right away?"
Her question hit Tom like a steel fist in the chest and he felt the air rush out of his lungs. Blood rushed to his cheeks and his eyes bulged in their sockets. He felt his tongue bob in his mouth and his throat burn.
"I ... What did you say?" He smiled automatically, nervously and Ruth was a bit upset.
"I don't think it's funny. I just asked why we don't get married ... right away ... tomorrow if it's possible." She waited again. Tom seemed to be dumbfounded and Ruth couldn't bear the silence. She felt that the longer they didn't talk, the wider the gap between them would split and words filled her mouth, tumbled widly, filled the air with her desperation. "It would work Tom. I know it would," she assured him. "I know what you're thinking ... that I would get in the way of your business. Well I can promise you that I won't. You don't know how much it means to me to see you get ahead Tom. And if keeping out of the way and minding my own business means success for you, then that's what I'll do ... stay in the background, comfort you, take care of you for as long as you need it. For the rest of your life."
Tom didn't hear half of what she said. He kept thinking of Christa and her father, the new offer and the contracts. He didn't want to get married now. Not to Ruth anyway. Oh, he knew that in his own strange way, he loved her and always had. But this was different.
"Look. I know how you feel Ruth. I ... I can say with all sincerety that I love you too. But ... you see...." he stammered.
"I see what, Tom? What should I see Tom? Explain what you mean." Ruth stared at him. Her blood began to rise in her cheeks and she steadied herself, ready to listen to what Tom was going to say.
"It isn't that I don't love you ... But I just can't marry you ... not now," he said softly, evading her eyes.
"But why? Is it because of this deal ... is that what's holding you back? Because if it is ... then calm down. Alright. I'll be willing to wait until this deal goes through. I know it is hasty for me to suggest that we marry tomorrow but I can't help feeling that now would be the best time ... the right time for us. Don't you agree with me Tom? ... Tom?"
But got up from the bed and walked over to his clothes, found his shorts and put them on. He was stepping into his pants when Ruth jumped from the bed and grabbed his shoulder. She twisted him around until she could look into his face. He read the anxiety in her bright, green eyes and decided with a huff of breath that there was no sense keeping Ruth on a string any longer.
"Ruth ... I think you had better sit down," Tom said quietly, gripped her shoulders and pushed her back toward the bed. Ruth looked into his eyes, shook her head slightly and sat down. Her shoulders slumped forward and she listened to his voice, absorbed every syllable. "Do you remember the night I met you in town ... I was with a gentleman named Bergen. Well, you may or may not know that he holds the key to the whole deal I've been talking to you about. If I get him on my side ... it's in the bag. Well ... as of this week ... he's on my side. Only there's a catch."
Ruth was about to laugh but then his voice dropped and he said there was a catch. Perry's face shot into view. Ruth heard his words again, explaining about Bergen's daughter.
"... and that's the whole thing. If I go over to Bergen. I'll be president of the company in no time. He's going to retire soon and
"Is that all it is?" Ruth interrupted and jumped from the bed. She rushed toward him but Tom moved just as she was about to throw her arms around him. He stepped away and turned his back to her. continued in a low, even voice.
"That's not all there is. There's a little thing about his daughter, Christa Bergen. The old man wants an heir to his throne. He admires me because of the way I've waded through all those disastrous years and kept my head clear enough to make vice president in a company that my whole family, dating back to my great grandfather worked for as laborers, giving their young years to the production line. I always swore that it wasn't going to happen to me, Ruth. You remember how we talked when we were kids ... Ruth...."
When he mentioned that they had been kids together, Ruth slumped forward and tears streamed down her soft cheeks. Her shoulders trembled and soon, her body was shaking hard and her mouth twisted into an ugly grimace. She twisted around and staggered to the bed, fell across the mattress and sobbed as quietly as she could.
"Get out of here, Tom," she whispered.
Tom came up behind her, reached for her shoulders touched her skin...."Ruth," he whispered.
"Get out! Get the hell out of my house, Tom Prophet! I don't ever want to see you again for the rest of my life. I hope you rot in your business with your new wife and all the rest of it ... I hope your new woman finds out what kind of man she's getting and both of you rot together. Now get out!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ruth didn't sleep much at all that night. She kept hearing Tom's voice as he explained over and over in a hollow tone that he was involved with another woman. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and the blood race and flush her cheeks. She hated Tom and hoped that nothing would come of his business deals, his involvement with Christa Bergen and anything else he touched. She even found herself wishing that Tom would lose his job at Electro. She was only sorry that she had done so much to help him on his way....
Ruth sat up in bed and smiled. She brushed her golden hair out of her eyes, wiped the tears from her cheek and snapped her fingers. Of course she was being foolish. She could easily undo what she had help to set up.
She reached for the bedside telephone and dialed. Perry was talking on the other end in no time and Ruth slid down under the blankets, twisted the cord in her fingers and cooed softly:
"Hi there ... Bet you didn't think you would hear from me this fast did you?" Ruth grinned to herself. She could tell by the sound of his voice that Perry was trying desperately to control his excitement. "What are you doing now? ... Can you come over?" He said he didn't think it was possible. "I'm in bed, Perry. In bed and all naked and excited and things, crazy things are running though my mind and getting me all worked up." He asked what kind of things. "Oh, you ... the way you look ... what you have to offer a lady like me ... in distress the way I am...."
Perry said that he would do everything possible to take care of the business he had, make some sort of excuse to get away and drive out to her place.
"But please hurry. I'll leave the door unlocked and take a shower in a few minutes. Bye until later," she said in a soft voice and hung up. She grinned to herself and hopped out of bed. She knew that Perry would be running around his office and bouncing off the walls in order to get away....
She stepped into the shower and turned the water on full. It felt wonderful, soothing as it bit into her skin. A thousand hot needles burning her ache away, quieting her mind. She let herself go, felt her muscles relaxing....
Ruth stayed in the shower for a long time. She was just patting herself dry with a thick, soft towel when she thought she heard a noise. She opened the door slightly and called out.
"It's me," Perry shouted as he took the stairs two at a time. He pushed the door open. "Am I too early?" he asked and smiled.
Ruth had wrapped the towel around her body and smiled back. "No. I'm glad you're here. Let's go into my room."
Perry followed her and watched her body move under the damp towel. He imagined the curve of her buttocks and the slender line of her thighs, the curly blonde hair, dripping wet with sweet water....
"Not now," she said as he put his arms around her and breathed hotly on her neck. "First I want to talk."
Perry frowned, turned her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes. He searched her face for a hint, then stepped back and shook his head.
"I think I know what you're going to say. Can a guy get a drink first?"
Ruth shook her head and he turned to go out. "Would you like one too?" She said no. Perry skipped down the stairs and found the liquor in the cabinet. He was wondering what Ruth could be wanting so badly that she had to lure him here while she waited naked. He listened to the sounds of her bed spring creaking overhead and smiled to himself. It didn't seem to make much difference now that he knew what he was going to get out of it. He took the stairs two at a time again, careful not to spill his drink. But he was too late. Ruth was under the covers. She smiled at him and patted the edge of the bed.
"Sit down here, Perry", she said with a smile on her soft mouth. "I guess you've already imagined what I want to talk to you about." Perry nodded and sipped his drink. Ruth leaned forward and put her arms around his neck and leaned forward, kissed him on the cheek then worked around to his mouth. He tried to move forward as the blanket slipped down, exposed her soft, white breasts. He opened his eyes and reached with his free hand ..
"Not yet," Ruth whispered as she grabbed his hand and pulled the blanket back over her breasts. But not before Perry caught sight of her delicate, pink nipples. He sighed and took another gulp from his glass. "It's Tom. Something has come up between us to make me change my mind. I kind of wish that I had never gotten mixed up in this now and dragged you along with me. So" she said and sighed deeply. "There seems to be only one thing to do." She held her palm up and gazed helplessly at Perry. He sat looking at her with a half smile on his face and shaking his head.
"You've changed your mind because old man Prophet has given you the gate ... told you about his new lost love ... Miss Bergen ... the most gorgeous young tid bit to be involved in this racket for a long time. Can't say as I blame him, considering...." He held up his hand just in time; Ruth tried to crown him with the pillow but he held up his hand. "Hold it! I didn't mean that he isn't a fool for passing you by," he said and smiled. Ruth couldn't hold back her own smile and Perry felt better. "Now let's get down to the bottom of it ... You want to reverse your work ... the things you've been doing for Tom. Am I right?" Ruth shook her head in agreement. "That's what I thought." Perry rubbed his chin and stared down at his lap. He mumbled to himself then looked serious and spoke deliberately. "Listen. Business is a little bit like love ... that is, you start things going and before you know it ... you've lost control, everything seems to be moving under its own power and it's harder to stop it than it was to start in the first place. So now that you committed yourself to those others," he said, frowning at the word others, then continued: " ... they went ahead and signed those contracts, committed their companies to production, deliveries. the rest you probably know. It won't be easy. Ruth started to open her mouth but Perry leaned forward and pressed his finger on her ripe red lips. "I didn't say impossible. Anything's possible when I know that you're at the end of the line. I'll do my best although I can't promise anything. You might have to cooperate all over again."
Ruth leaned forward and hugged him again. This time when her breasts popped free from under the blanket, she didn't cover them up. And when Perry's hands roamed over her silken breasts she pushed into them, allowed his fingers to toy with her nipples, squeeze them gently until they stood erect. Ruth sighed and fell back easily as Perry set his drink down.
She watched him undress, admire his thick cock as it stood out in front of him. He seemed unconcerned about the whole thing while Ruth felt excitement in spite of herself. She touched her chest felt it rise and fall heavily and the hot touch of her own skin made her withdraw her fingers quickly.
Perry stood by the bed and glanced down at her. His cock, pointing in a soft arc, the puffed red head glaring at her with its one, narrow eye, seemed to pulse, expand and contract. She glared at the thick blue veins. She could almost feel the blood pounding as she reached out, curled her delicate fingers around the shank of his prick and pulled it toward her.
Perry was under the blankets and stretched out beside her in no time. He curled his legs around her, pressed his prick against the soft tuft of hair around her cunt and kissed her ear, cheek and neck. His hands moved over her; one on her hard breasts, the other under her back.
Ruth smiled, kissed him and squeezed his cock.
"Ouch. What are you trying to do to me?"
"Excuse me. I thought your lovely cock could take it. I didn't know you were only a little boy in disguise." She let his prick go and he fumbled under the blankets, caught her hand and replaced it on his burning prick.
Ruth's hands traveled over his body, pinched his nipples then he felt her firm breasts against him, pressing hard, teasing him and she pushed him back. They rolled together, pressed hotly, tight and she stayed on top. Perry's hard prick was crushed between their bellies and Ruth grabbed it, put it between her hard thighs and squeezed. Perry strained as she opened her J'js. He felt the wiry hair of her cunt, then the rfps, smooth and dry. She slid up and suddenly, he was inside of her hot cunt. Ruth loomed over him, her breasts sliding across his chest, two large, pink tipped mounds of smooth, silky white flesh and he reached up pulled her down until one breast filled his mouth and he sucked.
Ruth squirmed. Her cunt slid down over Perry's stiff prick. It teased her lips and she sat heavily and it bored all the way up inside of her and she felt her cunt stretch as the cock forced her lips wider apart. It burned inside of her now and it was good having a cock squirming in her, teasing her clitoris, making her nerves vibrate until her whole body shuddered. Perry's mouth worked hard on her breasts. He took as much as possible into his lips, sucked and twisted the resilient flesh. Ruth began hunching her wide hips, twisting and pumping onto his slippery cock. Perry pushed up to meet her downward lunges, arched his body and felt his cock ram hard inside of her cunt with each thrust.
Ruth was in a frenzy now. Her whole body shook uncontrollably and her head twisted from side to side, lashed her face with her long, blond hair. Her eyes were closed, mouth wide open now and she gasped for air. Sounds moaned deep in her throat each time she pushed down over his hard cock and she pushed her breasts hard against his face until Perry thought he was going to smother. He pushed up gently. Ruth's skin was hot and moist now. She reached for her breasts with one hand pinched the erect nipples until her flesh was red, then took Perry's hand and placed it on her chest. She squirmed on his thick cock, hunched up and down and the sensations burned up into her cunt and she tensed as her fluid gushed out, Poured over Perry's cock and touched off his own fire; he shot into her like an erupting volcano and filled her cunt with his hot lava. They shook, twisted and rocked together until every last drop oozed from them, mingled and settled.
The room was quiet. The sun had moved around the house and left Ruth's bedroom in shadow. It had softened the corners, and gave Ruth's pink flesh and delicate gray hue.
Perry smoothed her hair, traced a line down her back and caressed her hard buttocks, rode up and down the hot, tight furrow between them until Ruth moaned in his ear. He felt her hard tongue dive into his ear, lick his smooth lobe. Her lips nibbled, then her teeth and suddently, he felt his sleeping cock beginning again, rising stiffly under the warm covers, touch her soft belly, hair. .
Ruth reached down suddenly and grabbed his cock in her hand. It was thick and hot, hard and seemed to move in her finger grip. She imagined that it had grown to new proportions and was smooth as silk, dry and burned in her hand. She slid her fingers over it, played with the loose skin, thenthe tiny, taut nerve under the head. Perry moaned and put his arms around her back, pushed her down until her breasts touched his cock and felt the heat....
She felt the soft, hot flesh in her hand and thought of Tom. Suddenly, she didn't care any more. Her hand slid up and down and Perry arched his back, his cock came up against her breasts again, rubbed her nipples. She took it ... a bit roughly, and rubbed it over her hot breasts, slid the githt nerve and the little slit over her rigid nipples. Perry moaned and clutched at her shoulders, pulled her down, down....
Her hand moved rapidly now, up and down, stretching the soft, hot skin of his cock up, over the red head and Perry grabbed her wrist and held tightly until she couldn't move any longer.
His other hand came up to her neck, pulled down, down, again but this time, she obeyed, watch-ed the shiny red cock, hot and dry as it came up to her mouth, met her lips and she had time to lick them before opening to his budding cock.
Perry sucked his breath in, groaned as the pleasure enveloped his cock, covered it with hot, thick, silky saliva and Ruth's lips moved with a vengeance on his prick, her hard mouth formed a tight ring that clung to his cock, pulled and pushed the loose skin....
Perry was twisting, lunging up into her mouth with his cock, squirming, gyrating his hips. Ruth had her eyes closed tight and she pumped her mouth up and down as fast as she could on his stiff cock. It was covered with her smooth, thick saliva now and her tongue played on the little slit, lashed his nerve and she felt his body jump each time. She turned herself around, twisted her hips until her knees were even with his face. She stopped for a moment, raised one leg and straddled his face, enveloped his mouth with her wet, hot lips, dropped her hot cunt down onto him like the soft petals of a flower. He took it into his mouth, kissed the wetness, licked at the skin, drove his tongue up all the way into her and her body squirmed now, pumped again, this time on his mouth as she sucked harder on his cock. She was determined to taste his sperm, jerked his skin up and down with both hands while she sucked but it didn't seem to bother him. Finally, she reached down between his legs, under his balls, ran her fingers along the taut skin leading to his ass.
Perry followed her example, reached up over the smooth, soft mounds, dug his finger rudly between the flesh, then found the tight little muscle plunged deeply....
Ruth squirmed, trying to escape his stiff finger, then pushed hers deep into his ass until Perry moaned under her and pushed harder. His cock battered the roof of her mouth and she pushed her finger deep into his ass, pumped her head on his cock until Perry stiffened, raised his hips up to meet her mouth ... a few hot darts of sperm shot into her mouth and no sooner had she swallowed when his cock seemed to explode and gush into her, fill her mouth with thick, hot, musky sperm and then she opened her hips, dropped her cunt onto his face and let herself go. Perry rammed his finger deep into her ass, touched a spark and her cunt was wet, flowing, her juices running down the side of his mouth and chin. He didn't care, sucked hard and tasted her milk, swallowed and licked her clitoris.
Ruth lifted her leg and turned around, stretched out beside him and they held each other close for a while. A vision of Tom, blurry, elusive, flashed across her mind every now and then. She shook her head and closed her eyes. Perry was breathing evenly beside her, his hands roaming over her hard breasts and belly. He cupped her wet cunt and teased, slid a finger over the opening. She opened her legs, spread her lips and was ready to take his cock again.
Perry covered her hand as it closed over his limp cock. He shook his head and smiled. "Man ... You had better save your energy.
Those others are going to be pretty demanding on you. They can call all the shots you know. It isn't going to be easy at all ... Not like this...." His voice trailed off as Ruth sat up, grinning.
She screeched and threw her arms around his neck, buried her face in the warm curve between his neck and shoulder. He pulled and laughed as her tongue tickled his skin. "Hey!"
"Don't you want me to touch you any more?" Ruth sat up and pouted. She held a finger to the side of her face and let a smile pass across her lips.
"Okay. But I have to be getting back soon," Perry said and adjusted the blanket. "We have a lot to talk about. You need a strategy. Like I said ... the others, Jay especially, won't be too easy to deal with."
Ruth grimaced when Perry mentioned Jay. "He's been calling almost every day. He even phoned over the weekend when Tom...." she stopped and glanced at Perry.
"Go ahead ... say it. When Tom was here with you. Look.Ruth," he said, his voice taking on a low, confidential tone. "I told you once before ... I'm old enough and I know what's good for me. I want you the way you are ... I don't give a dam what you've done. I know that you've sacrificed your self respect for that son of a bitch. If I had my way I would go over to his office right now and," he twisted an imaginary neck.
"Take it easy Perry. I'm flattered. You can be sure that I understand how you feel but right now I want revenge. I don't care what anyone else might call' it ... it's revenge and I think I have every right to it."
Perry smiled and pulled her to him, kissed her hard on the mouth. He smiled at her and picked up the phone, dialed and waited. Ruth frowned. She didn't know what was going on.
"Hello ... Mr. Prophet please," he said. Ruth jumped up and reached for the phone but Perry pushed her hand away. "Hello, Tom? ... Perry here ... That's right. Do you know any others? Yeah ... Yeah sure, Tom listened. I have to tell you that I've been going over our accounts lately and I'm afraid that I'll have to exercise that option clause ... That's right Tom." Ruth listened. She still wasn't sure of what was being said. Perry cuffed her playfully on the chin. "Yes. That's what I said Tom," he answered, held the phone away from his ear and stared annoyedly at the ceiling overhead. "Don't try it. Just don't try it Tom or you'll be in deep trouble. I promise you that I'll do everything I can to stop it and you'll be in big trouble. ." His face was tight, pale now and he listened intently then spoke in gruff tones. "You should have thought of all that below ... bright boy."
He slammed the phone down and smiled. Ruth still didn't quite understand what was going on. She shook her head and told Perry that it was all gibberish to her.
"It's easy," he said with a broad grin. "Bright boy was so sure of himself that he let me write an option clause into the contract. I had an idea that something like this might happen ... so I had it written in and he okayed it. The clause says that I have thirty days to confer with my suppliers before my commitment can be considered firm."
"That's great!" Ruth screamed and jumped up on the bed. "I only hope the others were as smart as you...." she started to say, but her voice trailed off and the smile on her lips was replaced with a frown. "Why you rotten son of a ... You say you figured something like this was going to happen all along. Do you mean to tell me you think I don't have any guts at all, that I never finish what I start...."
"No ... No, Ruth," he said and held up his hands as she slapped at him playfully. "It isn't you ... It's your ex ... He's the one. I knew all along that he wouldn't be able to resist Christa Bergen. She's a little knock out. With her looks and a few million dollars behind her, she can have Tom on a platter. You saw yourself how quick he came running when the old man held out the bone. Tom doesn't give a damn about the girl."
Perry watched as a far away look entered Ruth's eyes as he spoke about Tom. He reached up and took her shoulders, pulled her towards him again. She seemed to be in a daze and he shook her. A smile spread across her lips again.
"Who cares? He made his bed ... Too bad. Now he has to run around on her leash. If he knew what he was missing ... Right dear Perry? If only slick Tom Prophet knew what he could have had."
Perry smiled and kissed her again but this time Ruth didn't seem to put anything into her kiss. He pushed her back and looked at her, questioning her with her eyes.
"You alright Ruth? I realize what you must be feeling, how much you must hate the guy. Look," he said and sat up abruptly, took her shoulders and tried to make him raise her chin up. "Why don't I be your manager? You need a manager now to straighten up the mess Tom's made of things. I could talk to those guys ... feel them out. After all they don't have any special love for Prophet either. If you had asked them before you ... I mean before they ... Well if you had asked their opinion of him, they would have given the same answer as me. He stabbed those guys in the back a couple of times too while you were away. They only did it because of you."
"What do you intend on doing? Ruth asked in a low voice.
"Maybe level with them like you did with me. It isn't as far fetched as it sounds. I tell you those guys almost hate Prophet's guts. It's worth a try anyway, isn't it?"
Ruth nodded her head slowly. Her eyes took on a far away look again. Perry watched as she gazed at nothing in particular and her lips began moving.
"It doesn't matter to me how you do it Perry. I'm grateful to you for offering your help. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't asked. I was almost ready to go out, buy myself a shotgun and give Tom a lesson that he wouldn't be likely to forget for a long time." Her face was stretched right now, a mask of hate. Her eyes glowed and Perry shook his head.
He took her hands in his, raised himself up to her level and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "Don't waste your time worrying your pretty little head about it any longer. I know it's easy for me to talk but I want you to forget him if you can. It's going to be me and you now and I'm not going to let you bring that creep between us any longer. I've had to compete with him long enough. At least I won once."
"Is that all you're considering? Do you think I'm a prize that's supposed to go with beating him out at something?"
Ruth's face was red, her eyes beaming at Perry. She pulled her hands away and started to get up from the bed but Perry caught her, pulled back and forced her to lay back on the bed.
"Listen! Let's get one thing straight. It's unfortunate for us both ... do you understand that ... both of us, that things had to get out of hand. I had hoped against hope that you would give up by the time you and I were together. I had thoughts that you would see how foolish you were acting and would come to your senses before it was too late and your fingers got burned. Well, it didn't work that way. That's your nature. I guess you have to finish what you start even if it makes a fool of you. Well, I'm with you now in this and I'm going to do my damnest to clear it up ... take you out of this ridiculous place. It's no good for you to be alone in this house. There are too many bad memories here ... memories that are going to get more sour every day. So try to keep your head up and old Perry will take care of you and make it all right again. In the meantime, I have a lot of thinking to do."
"Can I get you something? You must be hungry by now," Ruth said. Her voice was perking up and she forced a smile. "How about something to drink for a start? "
"Great idea! Nothing like a drink to perk a man up and get him ready for the heavy thinking." He sat up and kissed her on the cheek.
Ruth stepped from the bed and walked out the door. Perry watched, licked his lips as her buttocks swayed, jiggled as she walked to the stairs, then was out of sight. He heard her feet pattering softly, then the tinkle of glass as he settled back on the pillows and smiled, staring up at the ceiling. He had a good job cut out for himself. He still didn't quite trust Ruth so he knew he would have the toughest part of the fight in front of him once he disposed of Mike and Jay. Yeah, he thought ... it would be childs play convincing them to cancel with Prophet. But to get Ruth to forget the whole history was going to be something else. She wasn't going to wipe Prophet off the slate that easy. Perry knew enough about Ruth to know that she didn't forget ... or forgive easy. But Tom Prophet was something else. She worshiped him and it wasn't going to be any easy job to knowk him from the pedestal no matter what she said.
"Hope this is the way you like it," Ruth said as she entered the room again and handed a drink to Perry. He smiled, reached out and took the drink with one hand and Ruth's wrist with the other. He tugged her gently. "Perry ... I don't think you want...."
"You let me do the thinking for the both of us from now on and all your worries are over," he said and took a long drink from the glass. The ice cubes bumped into his lips and tickled him. "At least let me worry about the little things," he added with a big smile on his face. "Come on ... You don't have any time to waste on frowns ... Let me see you smile." He tried to tickle her. At first, Ruth moved away and tried to evade her hands but Perry was too quick.
He set his drink on the bedside table, reached out and took her in his arms. They were both kneeling now, face to face on the bed. Ruth hung limp in his arms at first, then as his cock started coming to life again, she reached down and gently caressed the soft, pink head. It began to expand in her grasp, get hotter and thicker and she moved her fingers over it, teasing the nerve, touching softly, softly until his cock was a rigid pole again, thick, blue veined, rearing its ruddy head. Perry pushed against her. Ruth still had his cock in her grip and he couldn't do much. She kissed his neck, then worked her mouth down over his chest, nipples, taking them in her teeth, one at a time. He watched her back sink, her white buttocks explode into view as she bent forward now and lashed his burning cock with her tongue. The shock hit him hard in the groin, spread and melted in his thighs. They vibrated, shook and Perry rocked unsteadily. Ruth, sensing his condition, reached up and pushed him back with the flat of her hand.
He fell backward with a sigh, watched her face move over his prick, mouth swarming down over it. Her hair, long, silky curls, trailed over his belly and thighs. He opened his legs, formed a saddle for her face as she pumped up and down on his cock. He felt her tight nipples smack against his legs each time she pushed down on his cock. The nerves on his prick were steetched taut and Perry didn't think he could hold on much longer, He arched up unto her mouth, pumped his cock in the tight ring of her lips and suddenly, just as he was about to let go ... Ruth opened her mouth and pulled away.
The cold air rushed around his silvery prick. It gleamed, coated with her thick saliva. Perry cried out, moaned and Ruth leaned over him again, squeezed her breasts between her hands, crushed his cock between them and rocked back and forth. Perry moaned as the new warmth saturated his cock. But he wished she was still sucking him. He raised himself up on his elbows and tried to wriggle free but Ruth held his cock in her hands now and rubbed the tight nerve with a hard nipple, twisting the rubbery flesh over his prick, sliding it across the tiny slit until Perry fell back again. Her mouth, hot, soft and velvety, closed down over him again and before he knew what was happening, Perry spurted into her ... like a fountain, spewing silver shafts of thick, hot sperm up into her mouth . and Ruth, her throat making soft sounds as she sucked hard and swallowed his sperm. A drop gleamed as it trickled out of her red lips.
She climbed up over his legs then straddled his cock, pushed, stuffing it into her wet cunt. She closed her eyes, shuddered, her breasts jiggling. nipples pointing straight out in front of her, hair slashing wildly, whipping her face, chest and breasts. Her belly expanding and contracting as his cock appeared, then her buttocks coming down, her cunt closing over him again.
Perry put his hand around, fingered her buttocks, teasing the hard ring. He put his finger on her cunt, followed it up and down until his skin was coated with slippery juice. Now he wriggled the finger, split her asshole opand and rammed in. He held his hand rigid and now each time she pumped on his cock, she impaled her ass on his stiff fingers.
Her breath came quicker now, her breasts pumped air, rose and fell rapidly and swung genly. Her flesh had reddened considerably and was shining with moisture. She stiffened suddenly, shoved down hard onto his cock and finger and opened her mouth, threw her head back and moaned as her cunt opened up, poured her fluid down over his cock. She kept coming until her sperm oozed from from her cunt, wet Perry's wiry hair. She fell forward, wrapped her arms around him and kissed his face, eyes, cheeks and mouth.
"I must be the luckiest guy in the world," Perry said, stretched his arms out and then took Ruth and kissed her hard on the mouth. He caressed her hair, shoulders, traced a soft line along the upward curve of her breast. "I feel like I own the world!" He shouted and sat up. Ruth smiled and watched him as he picked up the telephone, dialed and waited. His face lit up. "Hi ... Let me speak to Jay, please ... Perry Morgan here." He smiled at Ruth again, put his hand over the receiver and leaned closer, kissed her on the lips. "Hi Perry here, Jay. How are you ... Yes. Thanks ... No I haven't ... Yes ... Well, listen Jay, I have something to ask you ... Remember that contract you "signed with Prophet? How about playing follow the leader with me? ... You know how much we all hate that bastard ... Right. Well something has come up. Ruth finds that she's been taken for a ride ... Yes, she would appreciate it if you cancel. And Jay ... don't bother to call here any more , ... You guessed it." he said and smiled at Ruth, then added: " ... we decided to team up so you would meet with a lot of resistance ... Okay, pal."
"Did he go along with it?"
Perry held up his fingers formed a circle with thumb and forefinger and nodded. "Why? Didn't you believe me? Ruth, you've had your head in the clouds for so long that Tom could commit murder and you'd overlook it as a boyish prank. That guy plays rough. He cost Jay an awful lot of money when he railroaded a contract from him recently. If you took the time to ask around,I'll bet you would find out that more than half the people who know him personally and a lot of others who've never met him, hat Tom Prophet's guts. It's as simple as that."
"Well then why is he so successful? Surely someone must like him or he wouldn't be where is," Ruth said, shaking her head.
"Look Ruth. That's probably where you go into the dark about business. When you go after results, your boss doesn't ask how you got contracts as long as you haven't broken any laws. If prophet was sent out to get a supplier, he didn't care what method he used to persuade the guy to sign ... short of twisting his arm, like I said. Tom usually did a lot of digging around, snooping, and got something that the guy wouldn't want publicly known. ."
"You're accusing him of blackmail?" Ruth said.
"Maybe it could be called that ... Yeah. I never looked at it that way. Okay," He said, smiling at Ruth, " ... let's say he uses blackmail."
"I find that rather hard to believe," Ruth said quietly. She sat up and shook her head slowly, looked down at the blankets, smoothed them then peered at Perry. "Let's change the subject. Maybe you can call Mike now and get it over with, then finish Tom off."
Perry smiled and put his arm around Ruth's shoulders and hugged her closer. "Whatever you say honey," he said and tried to kiss her again.
Ruth pulled away slightly. She looked at him, her eyes trying to find something that she knew wasn't there ... A look perhaps that Tom....
"Perry, can we go away someplace?" she asked in a low voice.
Perry's face lit up. He took her hands in his and kissed her fingers, smiled, then hugged her again.
"You don't know how happy you've made me by asking that question. Can we go away? When do you want to go ... in an hour? a half hour"' Just name the time of day...."
Ruth laughed then, her voice almost tinkling, almost sounding like a normal, happy laugh again but not quite. She looked away from Perry for a moment. She hand't really meant that they would go away together, especially not now ... Not now?
Ruth wondered what it mattered ... Nothing would change ... Tom would still be with his new lady love ... Ruth would have lost him ... everything was still upside down. At least Perry sounded sincere. He was ready to jump through a hoop if she asked. Why not take her own suggesion seriously?
"Maybe you could clean up the rest of this nasty business today and we could go away tomorrow on a little trip. Do you think you could get away from the office for a while on such short notice?"
Perry was hopping up and down on the bed like a little boy. He shouted and flapped his arms like a crazy bird, then dropped to his knees beside Ruth, put his arms around her and kissed her long and hard.
"You don't know how happy you've made me," he said when they separated. "I could scream ... go through the ceiling right now ... I feel like a kid with a new toy ... like some angel just gave me a new lease on everything."
He smiled at her again, lifted the receiver and dialed Electro's number. He winked at Ruth while he waited for the secretary to answer at the other end.
"Hello? Yes ... Mr. Prophet please ... Perry Morgan here. Yes. I'll wait ... but tell him not for long ... I've got more important things to do...." Perry snapped and winked at Ruth again. He put his hand over the phone and puckered his lips, made little kissing sounds...."Hello ... Tom? Yes that's right ... Listen old man ... I'll be short and to the point. It gives me great pleasure to announce to you that I'm going to exercise my option on the contract and cancel our support of you ... Tom? You still there old boy?" Perry covered the phone again with his palm. It took every ounce of control for him not to break out laughing. He shook his head but Ruth was stiff, tense as she listened to him tell Tom in casual tones that the bottom was dropping out of his big scheme to get everyone on his side. She held her breath as Perry shouted that Tom couldn't do anything because the contract gave him the option to cancel. Perry replaced the receiver, rubbed his palms together and smiled. "Well," he sighed, "That takes care of Mr. Tom Prophet. He doesn't like it very much ... but I can't say as I blame him."
Ruth looked away as Perry smoothed her shoulders with his fingertips. She felt like a criminal in a way but a voice kept telling her that it was for the best, that there wasn't much else to do under the circumstances. Perry was the one who really looked out for her interests and Tom was only using her. But the thought distrubed her in a way ... after all, she thought, Tom didn't know what she had done ... No. And she hoped he would never find out. It would be too much for her to take if Tom ever found out that she had given herself to those men for his sake, then found out that he was having a ball with this Bergen girl.
It made her angry again to think that while she was busy sacrificing herself ... Tom was using the business as an excuse not to see her ... and in realty, he was seeing another woman ...-
"So what I'll do is get back to the office and straighten out a few things. We can have dinner in town tonight if you want to and leave right away ... or wait until tomorrow ... it's up to you. We'll make this your holiday."
"Perry you're too good to me," Ruth said and smiled. "I really don't know what to say about this ... I didn't think that you would agree so readily and I....
"That's alright," Perry said and took her hand in his. "I'll go back to the office and get things ready on my end. In the meantime, you can think over what time you want to leave. It's okay with me if we leave tonight ... providing I get away ... or tomorrow In any case ... we'll get a pretty fast start. Is that alright with you?"
Ruth smiled and squeezed his hand. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Perry wrapped his arms around her and drew her close again, felt her breasts crush into him again.
He hopped out of bed and dressed quickly, humming all the while and glancing over his shoulder at Ruth. She sat on the bed, the blankets up to her waist, just covering the curly fluff over her hot thighs. She looked closer at Perry, the muscles of his legs and back, his thick but limp cock, soft balls before he hid them inside of his pants. She thought that she was going to be alright with him. He wasn't a bad looking guy and he certainly wanted to please her. He showed her more attention in one night than Tom had shown in all the time since she knew him. She shrugged his shoulders. It was going to be alright, she told herself. Things were going to smooth themselves out and the kinks, complications were going to fade out of her life from now on.
Perry smiled as she raised her shoulders. Sh seemed lost in thought and he watched her breast rise and fall gently, the nipples, flat, smooth am such a delicate shade of pink that he couldn't tel from where he stood, the exact line where th nipples ended and breast began.
He tied his tie quickly, glanced in the mirro and shook his head. "I look a mess but it doesn' seem to matter today. Nothing seems to matte except you," he said and walked over to the bee He took Ruth's shoulders in his hands, caressec the silky flesh, smiled at the sight of her white creamy skin, curving gently downward, bulging softly into two breasts, hard tipped now that hi hands worked her flesh, and rising and fallin each time she breathed. He was pleased with him self for having a part in all of this; in Toms pendin downfall, Ruth's happiness ... not to mention hi own feeling of elation....
"I should go now," he said softly after they hac kissed again. "There are a lot of things to do. . You haven't even told me where you'd like to g ... the mountains, the lakes, there are so many....
"Why don't we leave that up to you? You seem to be doing alright so far. I don't want to spoil I now by suggesting some silly place. I want it to be perfect when we go away."
Perry felt himself melting as Ruth spoke of the two of them and perfection. His heart beat wildly in his chest and he thought for sure that Ruth heard it. He took her hand again, looked deeply into her eyes and smiled....
"Don't worry ... I'll take care of everything.
You just go and take a nice hot bath, relax and wait until I call. It may take a while ... there is a lot to do, but I'll call when things are together ... I can rent a cabin...."
They kissed goodbye and Perry left the room. Ruth listened to his footsteps as he descended the stairs. In a few moments the front door closed and she heard the hum of a motor.
She tiptoed to the window and watched Perry's car disappear down the road in a cloud of dust. As the car turned out of sight and onto the highway, Ruth suddenly felt lighter. It was as if some great weight had been lifted from her shoulders and now she was free to do whatever she pleased. Of course she reasoned with herself that it was getting rid of Tom ... or at least getting her revenge ... Yes. That was it. That's why she felt so giddy, light-headed. Revenge was sweet and she owed it all to Perry.
But a voice deep inside told Ruth that she was still fooling herself. She shook her head, turned and headed for the bathroom, turned the hot water on full force and went to get her portable radio. She forced herself to sit in the water, turned the volume of the radio all the way up and settled back to soak ... relax and forget all about Tom Prophet, Perry, the whole business....
She had almost dozed off when the ringing of the telephone sounded far off. Ruth sat up, turned the knob on the radio and listened. The phone stopped ringing. She shook her head and was about to settle back in the water when the ringing started again. She went to answer the phone and left a trail of water.
"Yes? Oh yes, Perry. Fine ... Yes, please call Mike and tell him too. I almost forgot about him in all the excitement. Where? Oh that would be lovely darling. Yes, all right. I'll wait for your call ... till later then...."
She replaced the phone and smiled at first, the frowned as she noticed the puddle of water at her feet. But then, it didn't matter any more, she assured herself and went back to soak and relax in her bath.
Ruth turned on the radio again and found herself humming along with a popular tune. Everything seemed bright and gay all of a sudden and now she knew that she was going to be happy after all this time. It was strange how life played dark tricks; here Perry was the key to her happiness all along but she didn't know and wasted all those years on Tom ... chasing Tom and an elusive shadow. He could never be tied down. She was sure of that now and it was only a matter of time before his new lady love found that out for herself. Ruth hoped that the girl wasn't as dense....
Ruth didn't hear Tom coming in downstairs. He knocked a few times on the door but she couldn't hear his tapping above the sound of the loud music.
Tom walked around downstairs and called out a few times. He knew that she must be home; the car was parked outside. He went through all the rooms downstairs, looked out back, thinking that perhaps she would be doing something out there....
"Ruth! Where are you Ruth?" he called.
Ruth's mouth dropped open. She was startled when Tom swung the door to the bathroom open. She didn't know how long he had been standing there in the doorway, looking down at her, watching the soapy water roll down over her shiny, smooth white flesh. Her creamy nipples bobbed just on the surface of the water, disappeared as an island of white suds floated by. She grasped the edge of the tub and glared at him. Her face flushed crimson but oddly enough she didn't feel anger. Her heart pounded in her chest as Tom stood looking down on her, his face a tight mask of seriousness.
"What are you doing here?" Ruth hardly recognized her voice. She had meant to shout, scream with outrage but her voice came out a bit squeaky, unsure. Her first impulse had been to throw something at him, but there was nothing handy. She suddenly realized how defenseless she was, sitting naked in the tub of soapy water.
Tom looked down at her. His brow curved, dipped into a sharp V, and his mouth, a tight cruel line, moistened by his tongue.
Ruth didn't know how long they looked at each other before she made a sound again. Her voice was a little bit normal now and she listened to his answer to her standard question.
"I had to see you," he said solemnly, and looked down at nothing in particular. His eyes came up again, covered her body.
ThenTom opened the buttons on his shirt deliberately, then slipping out of that, reached down and unzipped his pants. His clothes were heaped in a corner and he stood naked in front of her, his thick reddened cock bouncing in the warm air. It was only a short distance and staring Ruth in the eye. She was fascinated by the tiny slit. It looked like a little mouth, she wanted to kiss it, to drive her tongue into it. It didn't matter any longer what Tom had done ... She felt her own body come along, breasts swelling under the water. Her pink nipples stood erect now, pointed above the shiny surface of the water, peeked through the thin foamy bubbles....
Tom stepped closer and looked down at her. She tried to read his eyes, find out what it was that was boiling in his mind a few moments ago. She knew that he had come to use her again and somehow it didn't seem to matter any longer. She didn't look up as Tom stepped into the tub with her, placed his feet carefully between her submerged legs and stood up, his cock about even with her face. The head pulsed inches from her mouth, dry, puffed head, offering itself to her like a ripe plum. She licked on her own lips self-consciously, then looked up at Tom again.
He didn't change his flat expression. Ruth knew it was no use fighting, reached up suddenly and curled her fingers around his thick cock. She licked the head, easily at first, barely touching the burning flesh with her wet tongue, then curling the tip around until she coated his cock with her thick saliva. Tom didn't move. He let her lick his whole prick. Her face followed her sharp tongue as it glided down the whole red length of his cock, twirled around the base, then disappeared between his hairy thighs. Her tongue worked over his heavy balls and licked his scrotum, teased the tight strip of flesh leading to his asshole.
Tom was standing stiffly, allowing her to do whatever she wanted until she enveloped his cock, sucking as much of it in as possible, covering it with her silky mouth while she parted the tiny slit of his ass with her stiff fingers.
He reached back, pushed her head closer to him until he felt his prick touch the back of her mouth. He took her luscious hair in his hands and began jerking her head back and forth, looked down and watched his cock slip halfway into her mouth, the lips stretched tight, curving in a hard ring around his cock as it gleamed, sunk into her face again. He rolled his hips now, fucking her mouth as he would a cunt, gyrating and twisting as her lips came down over him, slipped away again and her tongue rasped the tiny nerve....
Ruth pushed her finger deeper and Tom rammed harder into her mouth. She squirmed under him, tried to free her hair from his grip but he was holding tight, jerking back and forth and she found herself wishing he would come, fill her mouth with his hot, thick sperm, musky milk that she longed to taste. She clamped her cheeks harder, sucking in until he groaned with pleasure, twisted his hips slightly and pushed.
Ruth jerked faster now, her hair flew around her face and Tom's hands. He leaned back slightly, trying to force his cock in deeper but he was all the way in and her lips slid over him as her tongue ran along the tiny nerve and sparks exploded in Tom's groin. He started hunching his cock in and out of her mouth, trying to keep up with her rhythm and suddenly she pushed her finger all the way into his tight black asshole. Tom cried out, his breath coming in hard gasps as his cock opened up, gushed out, poured his silky cream into her waiting mouth. The sensations burst in his groin as the sperm pulled him inside out, twisted his cock in her mouth as she drank him in....
Tom was in the water now. They moved their slippery bodies until his cock was touching the soapy lips of her cunt. She didn't think it would work, but was afraid to say anything. Tom's prick had emptied into her mouth and she had drunk every drop of juice but his joint has stayed hard as a whore's heart and now he opened the lips of her cunt with his hot wang and she sighed....
They trial to move together but their wet bodies slid on the porcelain of the tub. Tom cursed under his breath. He was still for a moment, then pushed, pulled and coaxed until she was turned around, standing on all fours.
The water barely reached the edge of her asshole. Her breasts were submerged in the soapy liquid. Tom was behind her, feeling under the warm water for her cunt. He found the tight wet lips with his fingers and inserted the middle finger, then guided his cock with his free hand, aiming it straight into her ass.
Ruth squirmed as the thick head of his cock pushed hard against her tight ass. It was too big, she knew that, but didn't care. She wanted nothing but the chance to please Tom again ... it didn't matter how. The water moved around her thick breasts, teased her coral nipples until they stood rigid in the water. Her clitoris ached as his finger worked inside of her, squirmed and teased while he pushed his soapy cock into her ass, spreading the muscle with each short lunge. Ruth felt as though he was ramming a huge pole into her, although she knew it was only his cock, but it felt twice that size in her ass. With a short push he was halfway in her ass and Ruth sucked her breath in, let her head hang, pushed back at him and felt his cock shoot all the way up into her then. It was too big, and too slippery, covered with white soap, and although the pain burned inside of her, Ruth felt the thrill of his prick sliding in and out of her tight ring while his other hand tormented her cunt, rubbed the lips, clitoris, then slipped out, covered her hard, warm breasts under the water, then ran back to her soapy hair, rammed back into her. The whole while, his cock, long and rigid, slid slowly in and out of her ass, drawing the sensations out of her along with the pain until the two melted together and Ruth experienced sharp thrills and her body jerked spasmodically, her hips lunging back to meet Tom's thrusts. His finger was working furiously now and his cock, drawing Ruth all the way out, pulled suddenly and left the dark, hot void behind again, floated for an instant, then rammed into her cunt, replacing the stiff finger. He rocked back and forth in her cunt now while his hands squeezed, kneaded her breasts, twisted the tight nipples between his fingers.
She moaned now as his prick worked her into a frenzy and she rocked as fast as she could against him, feeling his prick tormenting her rigid clitoris. His hand slid over her in thick, soapy thrills, then his cock slipped out again, rammed up under and into her asshole again and Ruth wanted to cry out with the thrill of it as he worked quickly, slipped in and out of her tight hole a few times, sending the fire up into her ass, then just as her whole body was enveloped by the shuddering thrill of it, his prick pulled out quickly, plunged into her throbbing cunt and transferred the sensations while his hands worked her body with slow deliberate motions that pulled at her nerves, made her cry out for him to hurt her ... The soapy, soft, slippery pleasure, elusive ... silky ... her ass, stuffed full, then her cunt, clitoris crushed, tortured by his rigid cock until, breath coming faster, cock banging harder....
She reached under the water and tried to grab his slippery cock, hold it in her cunt as the thrills exploded closer together and she knew ... that it was no use ... she was going to come ... she screamed, grunted and Tom pumped faster, pulling his cock and ramming it in short jerks ... her fingers closed over it, but she couldn't hold ... started to come.
Tom pulled his long hard prick out of her cunt just as she came ... He rammed it up into her tight ass as the spasms took over, twisted and shook her body and he hunched in and out deliberately, quickly, feeling her tight ring cling to his cock. He exploded in a hot flash of sperm, rushing up into her, filling her asshole with thick milk. He fell over her shining, soapy back, gripped her hips, dug his fingers into her soft buttocks as his cock emptied into her and she fell under his weight, faltered as her own thrill subsided.
They stepped out of the tub now. Tom picked her up, carried her, despite her protests, into the bedroom and put her on the sheets. She complained softly that the bed was going to get wet. Tom ignored her, rolled her over onto her back and pulled her shiny wet legs apart. He glanced at her cunt, the pink lips, milky as his sperm oozed out of her asshole and settled down onto her twat. He took his cock in his hand and leaned over her, rocked back until the head, red and hot, slid over the lips of her cunt. Ruth closed her eyes and moaned. She reached up, took his face in her hands and strained upward to meet his lips as she rolled her hips, gyrated her cunt and tried to get his cock into her. She felt it, hard and hot, tease her cunt with its head, rub back and forth until her clitoris strained to meet it. She moaned and thrust her wet tongue into his mouth, twisted it, and sucked at his lips. She strained up and tried to touch her breasts to his chest but Tom wouldn't budge, continued to rub his prick over the lips of her cunt until she was dripping with thick juice and making little whining sounds deep in her throat.
Tom put his arms round her again, his fingers crawled over her tight-skinned buttocks, traced down between them, feeling the warmth of the dark furrow, then finally, plunging in, stuffing her tight ass with his squriming finger while he pushed his cock straight up into her cunt. She sucked her breath in, felt his finger grope deep in her ass, feeling for his prick as it sank into her cunt and then met ... a cloud of sparks exploded in her groin as Tom worked his cock deep and fast, twisted his finger and hips, ground his cock in motion with his finger, deep in her asshole and she made louder noises, begging his cock, then his finger to torture her, hurt her, bring her to the end, push her over into a deep pit of pleasure ... one long, continuous orgasm ... spasms of pleasure wracking her body forever....
Tom pushed both rods into her at once now, gave a slight twist ... her cunt exploded ... sensations rolling round her body, jerking her legs up against him, closing over him, pulling him closer, his cock deeper still, enveloped by the silky twat, and his cock burst. shot his own juices into her, twisted and squirmed inside of her, filled her until her cunt coughed the mixture, it rolled slowly down over her hot ass, coated her pucked hole and tickled....
Tom puffed a cigarette nervously. It was the second he had lit in the last few minutes. They had looked at each other for a long time. Neither of them spoke.
"I don't know what's come over me," Ruth finally said and shook her honey-colored curls. "I should hate you ... throw you out of here and wish you good riddance ... instead, I open my arms to you. I must be going out of my mind to let you do this...."
Tom looked at her. His face was flat, expressionless again as he puffed the cigarette and watched the smoke rising to the ceiling. He seemed to be listening to Ruth, but she couldn't be sure. Finally, he turned and looked at her. His lips moved slowly and his voice was low, and barely audible.
"Christa says that she's pregnant. She said if I don't go in with her old man and marry her ... she going to expose me ... I'll be finished in this town and all the work I've done will go up in smoke." He turned away again, lit another cigarette and stared at the ceiling overhead.
Ruth didn't speak. She let his words sink in deep, pictured Tom's face, his expression as he listened to Christa inform him of the news. She opened her mouth, burst into laughter in spite of the seriousness of his predicament.
Tom twisted around, raised himself onto his elbows and glared at her. His face twisted into a grimace, he couldn't believe that Ruth could laugh at his situation. His voice was husky, strained as he spoke:
"I can't say as I blame you for laughing at me. I guess I deserve any punishment I can get ... especially from you ... but I came here because I knew I could depend on you for understanding. Guess I was wrong again." He started to get up but Ruth grabbed his arm, tugged hard and made him look at her.
"I'm not laughing at you ... it's the situation you're in ... Christ must really be a sharp little rat."
Tom's mouth dropped open. He didn't believe his ears ... how could Ruth ... the girl who claimed she loved him .
"How can you make jokes at a time like this? Don't you know what I'm saying?"
"Sure, I know what you're saying ... you've fallen for the oldest trick in the book. Females have been using that stoly for centuries. You've just proven that it still works...."
Tom looked at her for a moment and tried to grasp the meaning of her words. Ruth could see that he was struggling with the obvious, making it more mysterious than it was.
"Telling you she's pregnant. I have to hand it to her ... I should have used that trick instead of...."
"Instead of sacrificing yourself for a worthless bum. I know all about it," Tom said and held up his finger to her lips as she started to protest. "Perry came around, explained the whole thing. He doesn't want to hurt himself unnecessarily, so he decided to test you out. He came to me with the whole story and watched my reaction. Of course I realize what a fool I've been. I was blinded by my ambition. Anyway ... Perry wanted to find out what your reaction would be. He kind of figures you still love me and he wants to know now, before you two go away...." His voice trailed off to a whisper and he cupped her chin in his hand, pulled her until she looked into his eyes. "Are you still going with him now?"
Ruth put her arms around Tom, pulled him down and kissed him. She strained against him again, put her hand on his cock and twisted him until he moved closer and touched her.
"Tomorrow we take care of Miss Bergen's story ... but right now...." she said and curled her fingers around his cock. She held it up, got onto her knees and bent forward. Her lips closed over his prick as she straddled his face, felt his pointed tongue rid up into her hot cunt, tease the lips, clitoris. Her own mouth worked slowly, bringing his cock to life, pumping slowly, softly up and down over his cock while her tongue licked at his tight nerve. His head, buried deep between her thighs, licked and sucked at her cunt. They made husky, deep noises as their mouths filled with musk....
