It's your job as well as mine if you stay.'
He held his stiff penis out to her. 'Suck it for me first.'
'No,' she said. 'There's no time.'
He sat on the bed looking lumpishly at her and with the stubbornness of an ox.
Resignedly she got on her knees and took his member in her mouth, licking his glans as vigorously as she could. So fast did she suck his penis that her jaws began to ache. But she was determined to get it over with.
In his irritable and somewhat tense state, her sucking had little effect at the beginning. But as she began to stroke his testicles, he began to respond. But slowly, ever so slowly. And indeed so slowly, with such molasses-like pace, that she began to despair. She knew that Ruth hated to waste time in a liquor shop. She simply grabbed things and then left hurriedly.
'Can't you come,' she raged. 'My jaws are beginning to ache.'
He shook his head. And then he smiled. 'Maybe if I sucked you?'
She lay back on the bed and spread her thighs wide. He looked at the magnificent expanse of her crotch and whistled. She frowned. 'Get it over with, damn you. There's not enough time and too much at stake to fool around!'
He leaned over and began to suck her pussy with all the fervor he could muster. At last he could feel himself responding. Mara could feel Joe's thick organ swelling in her mouth as his breathing grew more and more intense. She hastened him along the road to his climax by sucking vigorously at his testicles and tickling his scrotum with the tip of her tongue.
He was nearly out of his mind as her tongue worked madly to bring him to the peak. Finally in a tremendous spurt of excitement he felt his semen spurting into her waiting mouth and falling over her lips and face. He was incredulous at the amount of spunk that spilled over onto her nose and cheeks.
'Oh God baby that was fantastic. Let me get your rocks off too,' he begged, aiming his mouth at her pussy.
Mara was so excited that she could not resist putting her own genitals over his face. Sexual excitement was always infectious with her. Seeing Joe's aroused state had worked her up to a point where her own pussy was palpitating with desire.
'Do it quickly,' she begged. She was caught in a dilemma. Her desire was now raging so strongly in her that she longed, wanted desperately to have his tongue work on her pussy. Yet at the same time she was terrified that Ruth would burst in.
'Lock and bolt the door,' she commanded. 'I'll pretend that I was in the shower and didn't want to take any chances. Then you go down on me. But quick… Oh God I'm on fire down there from your damned finger and mouth. Quick, bolt the door. You can always leave through the back stairway later.'
Joe complied rapidly and in another minute his face was buried deeply in Mara's muff. While her moans and groans came in increasing intensity, his tongue began to suck at her clitoris. Neither of them paid any attention to Ruth's ringing of the doorbell. They were too involved in the exquisite pleasure that he was giving her.
To his astonishment, Joe, who seldom was able to do it twice to a woman in a three hour period, found that he was developing another erection.
'Suck my cock too, baby,' he begged, 'I'm hard again.' without waiting for her reply, he flipped his body over heavily and plunged his stiff penis into her mouth as he continued to lick Mara's. She continued to lick his club until a thin trickle of semen entered her mouth and a moment later, he got up heavily.
'I'd better leave,' he said hoarsely. 'She's ringing that bell like a madwoman.'
Mara looked at him in disbelief. She was burning in her crotch and he wanted to leave. How could he be so brutal, so selfish?
'Finish me,' she whispered tersely. 'I'll put her off.'
Out loud she yelled at Ruth that she would be out soon.
Turning the shower water on, she screamed that she wanted to be fresh for their celebration and had bolted the door.
'Give me five minutes darling and I'll be right there. Okay?'
She heard Ruth give her grumpy agreement and then opened her legs to the delighted English teacher who lay naked on her bed.
He fell to his cunnilingus with a fervor that pleased her very much and within another five minutes brought her to a climax that set her heart shaking.
'Oh lord how I needed that. How I needed that,' she said over and over again. 'You really worked me up. Now please go. I have to let her in or she'll be suspicious.'
'When can we do this again,' he asked hungrily.
She stared at him bewilderedly. There was no time to discuss that now. It was a problem she would have to deal with later.
'I'll call you. But for God's sake, please go now.'
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.
