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Chapter 11

The next morning, Saturday, Mara lay in her bed congratulating herself for having warded off disaster. She had managed to quell any suspicions that Ruth Peter had had. The celebration with the macadamia nuts had gone very well, thank heaven, and they had enjoyed a good session of lovemaking later. True, she had felt a kind of ache in her genitals as Ruth persisted in attacking them with her own and then had worked into her vagina with the candle again. But at least she had taken care of Joe Mills.

Her experience with Mills, in retrospect, seemed almost like an impossible dream. How on earth had she managed to make love to him-that ugly, balding dirty old man? She realized with some misgivings that she was a victim of her own strong sexual needs. Given time to think, to plan, she would have avoided the bastard. Paid him off with money or vague promises to keep him away from the principal. After all it was only his word against theirs. He did not even have the tape that Mike had to prove the women were having a lesbian affair.

But he had taken her by such surprise, had moved into her bedroom so quickly that she had been knocked off her pins. And Ruth had been right behind him to complicate matters. She would have to keep him at arm's length somehow. She could not chance another encounter like yesterdays. For one thing if she did, she might be lured into going through the whole damned sexual bout with him again simply because once anyone stimulated her enough, aroused her enough, she was helpless to resist.

She might want to, might even see the strong danger. But her clitoris cried out for relief. She simply could not help herself. If Joe had not been there to finish her, she would have gone mad or grabbed the candle again.

But Joe must never be allowed to come near her alone again. She knew his type too well. His bravado would vanish if she kept up a strong front, a cold front, and warned him that she could make trouble for him too. She would use his fears.

Now Tom Leonard was another type entirely. He was one she really feared because he was a crazy. He did things in a whimsical, utterly mad impulsive way. Thank goodness Leonard had not caught her and Ruth together.

She was still thinking about that when the doorbell rang and jolted her from her reveries. Putting on her new gift robe she walked into the living room. It was probably some package from Ruth or Mike. Mike had sent her three sets off flowers with apologetic notes begging for a private meeting. She had refused to reply either to his notes or his calls. She was through with him. What he bad done to Ruth, knowing that Mara was in the bathroom, was too mucho She had been revolted by his behavior. True, his gift of the dangerous tape had softened her anger at him, but she still was too raw to see him again or even to talk to him.

As she unbolted the door, she had a fleeting fear that it might be Mike himself coming to call in person. But when she let the door open a crack, leaving the chain on, she was surprised to see Tom Leonard standing outside.

For a moment Mara stood there speechless. He was the last person she had expected to see there.

"Hi," he said pleasantly. "I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop by and invite you to have brunch. There's a terrific place about a mile from here. Great food. Marvelous decor."

He lifted up a bunch of beautiful red roses.

"For my terrible accident at the picnic. I'm really sorry about that."

She tried to smile. "Thank you Mr. Leonard…"

"Tom, please."

"Tom. It was thoughtful of you. But I'm afraid I'm busy this morning." When he frowned she added, "I'm very sorry."

In a way she was sorry. He was a very handsome man and looked wonderful in his expensive sports jacket. Maybe the picnic thing had been an accident. Everyone had been so tanked up that day, Perhaps he had had too much to drink.

"Can I come in and put these in some water?" he pleaded.

For a moment Mara hesitated, remembering Ruth's warnings about him. But he seemed so pleasant, so easygoing in his smile that she relented and unhooked the chain.

"I can't stay long," she said. "I have an appointment." Leonard entered and surveyed the apartment with interest.

"I like the way you fixed this place up. It has a real personality of its own," he said.

"Would you like at drink or some coffee?" she asked as they sat down. "I have to dress. But I have a few moments."

He smiled. "Kind of early for a drink. Maybe coffee."

A few minutes later as they chatted on the couch, she began to see him in a new light. He wasn't at all an ogre, as Ruth seemed to think. There was something disarming about his light banter as he told her stories of his travels and people he had met. She had begun to reverse her whole attitude toward him when suddenly it happened. He began to talk about his favorite hobby: taking pictures.

"Would you like to see some? I brought some along," he told her lightly, He spoke as if he were discussing a book he had read or a movie he had seen. His voice gave no hint of the cataclysm that would soon follow.

"You have them with you, you mean?" she asked.

He nodded and took an envelope from his inside coat pocket. She glanced at her watch. There were a lot of photographs and it was getting late. She had promised to meet Ruth at the Farmers' Market for lunch.

"Why don't you leave them here Tom," she said. "I'll look at them later and bring them to you at school. Okay?"

He seemed disappointed. "Can't you look at them now, I'd really like your opinion. You see I'm planning to enter them in a contest."

There was such a childish lilt to his voice that she smiled. "What sort of contest?"

"A contest where first prize is what I've wanted most all my life and never could afford."

"Now I'm really intrigued," she said grinning. "But I really must dress. Perhaps if I'm finished quickly enough I'll have a little time left to go through them. I hate to just look at pictures and run. Especially if they are so important to you."

He stared at the bare legs that appeared under her new robe. "Maybe you won't want to rush off and dress after you see them," he said in his bantering tone.

She gave him a sharp, questioning look. What on earth did he mean? But there was no answer in his eyes. Sighing she took the photos out of the envelope.

The first ten or fifteen were shots he had taken at the picnic tables and environs, showing different teachers eating, talking, playing tennis, shuffleboard or throwing horseshoes. They were interesting, she thought, but hardly of contest rank. She began to think that maybe she had mistaken him after all when suddenly another picture made her catch her breath.

It-was a picture of two women in an unmistakable sex act. One woman had her head buried between the thighs of the other. She could not make out the identities of the women but the sex act was a sixty-nine.

She handed the photos back to him with an angry frown. "Really Tom I never thought you'd do anything as dumb as this."

"Keep looking Mara," he suggested. "There are even more interesting photos that follow that one."

She tried to rise from the couch but he held her hand.

"Please examine them carefully dear."

"I am not interested in your pornography, Mr. Leonard," she said firmly. "Now please let me up and get out of here at once."

"Sure you're not interested in my pornography?" He laughed agreeably. "Even if it's biographical?"

"What are you talking about?" she snapped.

He lifted the picture that followed up to her eyes to see clearly and she trembled. Her own face was now dearly shown in the picture. She was naked and in the arms of. Ruth Peter who was equally naked.

In rapid succession, he passed her several more photographs. They showed Mara licking Ruth's vagina, Ruth licking Mara's vagina, each woman sucking hungrily on the other's breasts and both women kissing each other passionately.

She gave them back to him without another word. "Care to see anymore?" he asked casually.

She shook her head. "You were watching us."

"With my trusty little camera. You see, I followed you thinking we might be a little friendlier. I was a bit rough back near the tables." He grinned. "Now I'm not apologizing. It was an accident. But I have to admit I love the feel of my cock against that juicy little ass of yours, Mara. The reason I came was because pumping into your ass made me hotter than a firecracker. In fact what I thought was that you might be lying down taking a nap in the woods and that I might sneak up on you. Then take down your pants and shove my prick into your little brown asshole."

"Don't talk to me that way," she said irritably. "I don't want to hear such vile talk."

"That's too bad," he said, his voice hardening, "because that's exactly how I plan to talk."

He selected another photograph from the envelope and lifted up for her to see. It was a picture of Mara lying on her stomach while Ruth lovingly ran her tongue along the round beautiful curves of Mara's buttocks.

"You see, that's what I really wanted to do, darling. I had this wonderful fantasy that I would sneak up on you while you dozed off in the warm sun, lower your shorts and kiss your delicious bottom just like Ruth Peter did. Then I would take out my stiff cock and slowly push it into your asshole. It would awaken you but I don't think you'd have minded too much."

He stopped, unzipped his fly and took out his penis. It was one of the largest Mara had ever seen: It was not only thick but long and equipped with a head that looked like a missile. She turned her head away. "How much could I win for these photos?" he asked.

"Please, Mr. Leonard, put that thing away and leave. I'm beginning to feel ill."

"You know where I'm going to put it, baby?" he said affably. "So let's not play the coy mistress, all right? If you were some innocent virgin I could understand your dismay or the blushing bit. Or the fainting spell. But any woman who goes down on her boss woman's cunt and then gets her own sucked dry… Well really, honey. I wasn't exactly born yesterday. You are a dyke. Well that's okay with me. But I told you I wanted a prize I couldn't afford, didn't I?"

"What do you want damn it?" she said exasperatedly. "I-I don't have much money. But I suppose we can get you something. How much do you want for the pictures and the negatives?"

His eyes lit up. "Well now I never thought of a figure really. What would you suggest?"

"I can let you have a thousand dollars. It's all I have in the world."

"For these?" He laughed… "These are contest prize winners which can get me ten times that much if I really tried."

"Ten times that?" she blanched.

"From you and Ruth. She isn't exactly poor, you know. Her parents left her very comfortably off, you know,"

"Please Mr. Leonard don't say things like that. Let me have those. I'll-I'll do whatever you want. But I can't pay that kind of money. And neither can Ruth. I happen to know that her house is heavily mortgaged and that her loss in the security market drained most of her savings."

He thought for a minute. "I know you're right because I already checked her out You'll do whatever I want?"

She nodded slowly.

He rose and led his stiffened member into her mouth, "Well, let's see you suck that for a starter," he said.

She licked his penis gratefully because she had been terrified that he would insist on the money. He groaned aloud as he began to come. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth.

"Turn around but first take off that damned robe," he said harshly.

She doffed the robe.

"Lie on your stomach on the couch," he ordered as he panted heavily.

Obediently she turned around and buried her head in the couch pillows. He stared hungrily at the exquisite curves of her buttocks as they palpitated softly and then, lowering himself, licked their surfaces. A few seconds later, he began to finger her anus, robbing it lightly with his forefinger. Then putting some spittle on his finger he wet the surface of her opening.

She groaned as she felt him introduce his large penis into her anus. He did it gently, as gently as he could, but it still terrified her. She was afraid that it would hurt too much.

"You've got an exquisite little asshole, darling," he said.

"Please don't hurt me, Tom," she pleaded.

"I won't darling, I won't."

"But it's so big… I'm afraid."

He pulled his penis out. "Just lie there. Do you have any butter or margarine?"

"In the refrigerator in the kitchen."

"Stay put honey I'll be right back and we'll do it right this time."

Tom went into the kitchen, got the plastic carton of margarine and returned. He surveyed Mara's gorgeous bottom for a minute, thinking it the most beautiful he had ever seen. Then swiftly, using his finger, he rubbed the margarine around the edges of her puckered anus and some inside. Mara sighed as she felt the soft coolness of the buttery substance relieve the achiness in her bottom.

"It will feel a lot better now baby, I guarantee you," Tom said reassuringly. "And if it's of any interest, it's margarine made from corn oil so you won't be getting any cholesterol in your asshole. Much healthier that way, don't you agree?"

"Must you do this to me?" she asked in a whining voice. "Let me turn around and do it the conventional way, please. It will be just as much pleasure for you."

"I don't like doing things the conventional way darling," he said. "Besides I've always wanted to try cornholing a beautiful girl ever since I saw the Last Tango in Paris. Remember when he lowered the girl's jeans, buttered up her hole and then rocked her that way? I got a hard-on big enough to stretch from here to Santa Monica when that happened. I kept thinking about it all the time.

"Trouble is most girls are afraid to let me do it. They're willing to suck my cock and let me put it up their cunt, but they draw a line at letting me ream them. Once I tried with a woman who teaches math up at the school, but she got panicky when I was in halfway up her ass and started yelling so much I had to pullout. Said it hurt her."

"I'm afraid it will hurt me too," Mara said worriedly.

He sighed. "Tell you what. Let me try it with the margarine. If it really hurts I'll pull out. You tell me. But if you let me finish that way… I'll give you the photos. How's that for a bargain. That's a deal you can't arrange at your corner photography shop, can you?"

She nodded and girding herself prepared for the expected onslaught. Slowly he began again. It would be a terrible ordeal. But maybe the butter might enable her to endure his penis long enough, she told herself. Anyway it was worth trying. The pictures were the worst threat of all. There would be no defense against them. The principal would have to dismiss her and Ruth immediately. Not only that. They could be subject to prosecution. The scandal would be too horrible to contemplate.

A moment later as the onslaught began, she felt Tom's club enter her anus slowly. It did hurt as she expected it to but fortunately not for very long.

The margarine had facilitated the entry of Tom's penis. It began to slide through the slippery walls of her anus until it was in firmly. As it did she heard Tom groan with pleasure.

"Oh man this feels great," he crowed. "Really great. You have a lovely asshole baby… lovely and it grips my cock just like a vise. No kidding. It's as if your hand were cupping it strongly and not letting me escape. It feels much much better than just putting it into a girl's cunt really."

He gave himself over to the exquisite pleasure of the tight, wet feeling of her asshole gripping his cock. It was so delightful a feeling, he felt so wonderful in the snug warmth of her cavity, that he did not move for a moment.

"How does it feel?" he asked her.

"All right It doesn't hurt as much as I thought The margarine helped."

She did not want to tell him that his penis was exciting her terribly, It was the first time a man had done that to her. Mike had suggested trying it a few times, even suggesting a lubricant. But she had demurred, fearing that it would hurt her too much. But now that Tom's organ was deeply imbedded in her, she felt a rousing excitement, as if she was about to undergo a new and rare sexual pleasure.

"Okay, let go. Move your ass up as I move down honey and it'll be a lot more fun for both of us."

He began to pump slowly in and out of her anus, moaning with joy as he felt the exquisite sensations going through his entire frame. He laughed and began to sing a popular ballad as he kept moving up and down. She could hear him singing even with her face buried in the pillows. After a while he stopped.

"Hey, come on, you're not moving your ass up against my cock. It isn't all that good without some cooperation from you. Let's go."

Reluctantly she moved her buttocks up against his rapidly thrusting organ as it bore down on her. She feared that it might start hurting her again. But instead it gave her a very pleasurable sensation which she found different than anything she had ever known.

"Like it better that way, honey?" he asked her.

She blushed as she heard him because in troth she really was enjoying it. It was exciting her so much she could hardly stand it. She wanted to cry out herself. But she did not want him to hear her so she did it into the couch pillows, carefully muffling the sound of her moans in that way.

He proceeded to pump his penis into her backside, his voice ringing through the room with a loud, vigorous lilt.

"Wowie," he yelled triumphantly. "I feel like a rodeo rider riding a wild bronco," He kept thrusting at Mara's backside as it began to heave wildly. She could not control her movements now. She was far too excited sexually. Her buttocks moved up and down in a wild, animal-like intensity to meet the demanding thrusts of his pole.

Suddenly he began to yell as he came and she could feel his hot semen invade her anus. And at the same moment she felt herself undergoing an orgasm. Had she not had her head against the couch pillow her own guttural yells would have matched his own. She felt transported, lifted bodily into the air as his penis came bearing down in a series of endless, demanding, unchanging thrusts.

As her body became coated with sweat she felt a pleasure she had never experienced and she wanted his thrusts to continue as long as possible. But it could not last. After a few moments more, he gave an enormous loud sigh of relief and then pulled out of her anus. His hot, sweated body, embrace her own, his hands on her slippery breasts. Turning her over, he kissed her passionately.

"On baby… oh baby… oh baby…" he kept saying. "You just sent Tom Leonard up into the stratosphere. I am not kidding into the stratosphere… And I think you liked it too. You don't have to say anything about that. I could feel it. I could sense it as your ass came up against my cock. It was like I was fucking a wild buffalo in the ass… a wild animal. Except that it was the ass of a beautiful girl. Wow I'm beat… I'm really beat. But man oh man it was worth it."

He sighed. "No wonder they did that in Last Tango. It is the ultimate sexual delight… the ultimate. And I am beat. I'm going to have to sack out for a minute."

He fell away from her and lay back on the couch. In a moment he was fast asleep. Watching him, Mara waited till she was sure he was dead to the world. Then, moving quickly, she took the envelope of pictures and tearing them up, flushed them down the toilet in the bathroom.

A moment later she put herself under the shower and washed off the sweat from Tom's heated lovemaking, feeling greatly relieved. She was in the middle of soaping herself when the telephone began to ring. She cursed the instrument silently. It might wake him up and there would be a scene. She had hoped to dress and get out of the apartment before he had awakened.

She let the phone ring, hoping the caller would give up finally and call later. But to her annoyance the phone continued to ring and ring and ring. Perhaps it was Ruth who knew she must be home. But why would Ruth call. She was supposed to be under the dryer at her hairdresser's this morning and would not be finished for at least another hour or so.

After the fifteenth ring, her heart sank. The damned fool, whoever it was, would simply not give up. He or she was going to keep ringing the damned number forever. Well to hell with them whoever they were. She dressed in a kind of feverish panic and had just got her shoes on when she beard Tom Leonard answer the phone sleepily.

"Hello?" Tom's voice drawled over a large yawn. "Yes just a minute… I'll get her."

Mara came out of her bedroom just as he began to enter it. "Call for you, darling," he said. "It sounds like a student."

Mara picked up the instrument and spoke cautiously. "Hello, Miss Blake?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Patty… Patty O'Hare," a girlish voice responded… "I hope I'm not bothering you?"

"No no… it's all right. What can I do for you?"

Patty hesitated… "Well actually I'm just around the comer and I-I have a very important personal problem… I was wondering if you could spare me a few minutes… To kind of talk it over."

For a moment Mara hesitated. She bad no desire to put up with Patty's confessions about a thwarted romance or some school matter right now.

"Well, can't it wait till Monday dear?" she asked.

"I don't think so. It's… well I'm in a kind of emotional dither about it,… And I haven't been able to eat or sleep for days… If you could just spare me a little time… "

Mara was silent for a moment as she stared alternately at the telephone and then at Tom Leonard's rooster-like triumphant grin.

"Of course if you don't have the time I guess it can wait till Monday," Patty was saying. She sounded very disappointed.

Mara suddenly realized that the girl represented an opportunity to get rid of. Tom now that he was awake. It was an excuse to ask him to leave.

"No… no that's okay. Give me about fifteen minutes dear and then come up. I'd be delighted to talk to you about your problem. That's what I'm here for. To help my students."

When she hung up, she turned to Tom, hoping he had overheard everything and would understand.

"That was Patty O'Hare, one of my girls. She has a problem… Would you mind?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. I'm through,"… He paused "for now anyway."

That had an ominous ring to it but she decided to ignore it. "Thank you Tom. You're very understanding."

He grinned as he put on his jacket and then his grin vanished as he felt his inner pocket.

"Where are those photos, dear?"

She did not answer him.

He shrugged. "No matter. I still have the negatives. You'll be hearing from me honey. And soon. I have a voracious sexual appetite."