Ellen Ames carefully backed her red Volkswagen into a space at the very rear of the deserted parking lot. She switched off the motor and checked her watch. It was an unnecessary gesture. She already knew that classes would not begin for more than an hour, but still, she had wanted a chance to view, without interruption, the streamlined structure of steel and glass where she would be teaching young people for the next eight months. Also, she wanted a chance to think ...
Except for an old man picking up trash in the asphalt school yard, Brentwood High School looked deserted, so she maneuvered her body to a more comfortable position for the long wait. Her long, shapely legs stretched out until the tips of her shoes touched the door on the other side of the car, and her firm, full-rounded buttocks wriggled down into the leather upholstery as she leaned back against the door beside her, her fluffy red curls flattening against the side window.
It was one of those beautiful autumn days that happen only in October, the kind of day when the cool air seems to almost sparkle and each tree looks like a bonfire before the scarlet and gold leaves start floating to the ground. There was something about the freshness and tranquility of the brilliant early morning that lifted her spirits and made her feel wonderfully liberated, like when she was a little girl, living in another suburban neighborhood very much like this one, serenely happy and full of dreams about the limitless future.
Ellen sighed deeply, the large full mounds of her breasts heaving dramatically under her fluffy yellow sweater. It seemed like a million years since she had been so carefree and optimistic. Now, it was not the future that preoccupied her, but the past, yes, the past that had so wounded her that she was not certain that the future would ever be bright again.
The beautiful redhead slowly closed her wide green eyes and let her thoughts roam back into the past. She had been raised strictly, the child of a stern, disciplinarian father and a meek, opinion-less mother. Her only real friend had been her younger brother, Tommy. They had been so close that she had actually been sorry, sometimes, that he was her brother and they couldn't get married, or at least be lovers. But, as they got older, her parents must have suspected her secret desires, and somehow, they always managed to keep them apart. Then, not satisfied with separating her from the only person she really cared about, her parents hardly let her date at all in high school and grilled her about her conduct each time she came home from a party or a movie date.
Now, looking back, Ellen could understand why they worried about her. From the time she had first started blossoming into womanhood, she had been surrounded by boys, all competing for dates with her, even offering her their high school rings. She had been innocent and trusting then, and she had thought that they really liked her as a person. But, when her parents finally decided that she was old enough to date regularly ... then, she discovered the disheartening truth!
She really hadn't thought of herself as any different from the other girls her age. In fact, it wasn't until she had begun to discuss her dates with her girlfriends that she learned that some girls really had fun with their boyfriends and didn't have to spend whole evenings fighting to keep their virtue intact. At sixteen, Ellen had come to the conclusion that there was something about her that seemed to bring out the animal in whatever boy she was with, no matter how gentlemanly and charming he may have seemed when he first asked her out for a date. For months, she had worried about the reason for the strange phenomenon, agonizing over whether her sweaters were too tight, her manner too bold, her way of walking too suggestive. At last, however, she had given it up as an unsolvable mystery and kept dating, hoping she would find a boy who would see her as a person, instead of just some kind of sex machine.
It wasn't that she was a prude ... she had simply tried to keep sex in its proper perspective. Now, years later, sitting alone in her Volkswagen, Ellen still remembered her experiences in other cars: the hot blasts of heavy, beer-laden breath, the clutching, savage hands, the pints of whiskey stashed in the glove compartments of borrowed cars, the sly fingertips creeping toward her breasts or up her skirt ... as if she wouldn't notice!
She had been seventeen, in her senior year of high school, before she finally lost control of a situation. Double-dating with another couple who were "going steady," she had gone to a drive-in movie with a friendly boy who was in several of her classes. Since there was another couple in the car with them, she was sure that, for once, she could relax and enjoy herself without fear of being sexually molested. She quickly learned otherwise.
After parking the car far in the rear of the viewing area, the other boy and his girlfriend hastily rolled their windows tightly shut, completely ignoring the speaker that broadcasted the movie's sound track, still perched uselessly on its stand beside the car. Once privacy was insured by closed windows and locked doors, no one even pretended to watch the movie. The couple in the front seat immediately plunged down out of Ellen's view and the only sign of their presence in the car was the occasional grunts and moans that drifted back to where she was sitting. A moment later, when her own date gathered her into his arms, the young redhead didn't resist. He was a friend, she trusted him and, besides, she would have felt silly to refuse the boy a kiss when the other occupants of the car were obviously involved in passionate intimacy. Even though she usually objected to "necking," especially on a first date, this boy was more experienced and gentle than the others she had gone out with, and for the first time in her life, she felt her body responding to a masculine caress. Naive and excited, the romantic teenager assumed that she had fallen in love with her date and that he loved her too.
Then, without warning, the illusion of tender passion changed into a nightmare of brutal lust. Completely caught up in her first infatuation, the lovely redhead was not even flustered when the boy reached under her skirt and hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of her nylon panties. Certain that he would be sympathetic to her strong belief in pre-marital chastity, she gently but firmly, pulled his hand away and held it tightly in her lap as she whispered softly in his ear:
"Please, don't, Bobby. I don't want to do anything like that until I'm sure I've found the right man to share my life. I really think you might be the one, but I have to be certain first. Please, understand and wait until we're positive we really love each other."
Even now, nearly a decade later, Ellen couldn't help but cringe back against the door of the Volkswagen, painfully humiliated by the memory of his response to her gentle plea.
He laughed. He observed the passionate sincerity of her expression, then shoved her away from him and nearly toppled into the front seat laughing. As the closed car filled with the harsh sound of his scornful mirth, Ellen sat stiff with confusion and the couple in the front seat peered over the upholstery, curious about the boy's outburst of hilarity. Hurt, but not certain if she was being ridiculed or not, the beautiful young redhead anxiously waited for his laughter to subside, so she too could understand what was so funny. At last, the youth's guffaws shrank to hearty chuckles, then dwindled to snickers before he finally regained his composure. It seemed like hours before he could get enough breath back to speak, but when he managed to collect his wits and began to explain the joke, Ellen was finally able to understand the reason behind her trouble with boys, about the blessings nature had bestowed upon her and the intimidating problems that resulted from her apparent good fortune.
"Oh, man! Jesus Christ!" he gasped, punctuating his words with an occasional chortle. He squinted at Ellen, then turned to the other couple, shaking his head in disbelief. "Are you ready for this, gang? Little Ellen thinks I might be the one, but she wants to wait until we're really sure we're in love."
His face hardened as he again faced the wide-eyed redhead. "Well, that's very sweet of you, except I'm not interested, baby. This lovey-dovey crap bores me to death. What I'm looking for is a nice friendly fuck!"
Ellen involuntarily cringed back into the corner as the obscene word seared through her brain. Her composure completely shattered by the boy's unexpected lewdness, she blinked back the tears of disappointment that were already threatening to spill down her cheeks. "But ... but, why me?" she murmured brokenly. "I don't ... I don't do that ... "
"Oh, shit, are you putting me on?" her date groaned in disgust. He glanced over his shoulder at the couple on the front seat and noted with obvious appreciation that they were both openly smirking, enjoying the innocent girl's confusion and embarrassment.
"Look, kid," he resumed, resting his hand on her knee in a gesture of mock paternalism. "If you really are as goody-goody as you're making out, I can't figure how in the hell you stayed that way until now."
"W-why? What do you mean?" she faltered, her eyes wide with anxiety. She had no doubt that she was finally to hear the answer to the mystery, the reason all her dates turned into wrestling matches as she struggled to preserve her honor. She waited apprehensively for his answer, but he only stared at her with an expression of growing annoyance. "Please, please, what are you talking about? Why do boys ... ?" she stumbled, not knowing how to explain her problem without making him laugh at her again.
"Baby, don't play dumb with me," he growled impatiently. "Have you looked in a mirror lately? You must know what kind of a body you have. I've never seen a broad built like you; maybe no one else has either. A guy can just look at you and he develops a one-track mind!"
As he spoke, Ellen could see the boy's eyes hungrily scanning her body, as if he were trying to show her actual proof of his words. She was stunned, astonished that any one particular body could affect anyone that much. With the exception of really fat people or those with horrible deformities, she had always thought that a body was a body, not half as interesting as the personalities inside. Nevertheless, if boys were all that aroused by her body, that would explain why she couldn't ever get them to talk about anything but sex.
Suddenly, her train of thought was broken as she realized that the other couple had again disappeared and that her own date was again moving toward her on the seat, a strange look of savage determination twisting his face. She heard him mutter something about wasted time and natural talent and then, he grabbed her shoulders and forced her down on the seat.
Now, older and wiser, as she sat in the parking lot of Brentwood High School, Ellen was still grateful that her mind had blocked out most of the memories of that horrible experience. Only scattered impressions remained ... his wet lips covering hers to muffle her cries of terror, the brutal shredding of her panties as he tore them from her body, the lewd rasp of a zipper and then ... the pain, like a huge battering ram forcing itself up between her straining thighs as he forced his stone-hard penis into her defenseless virginal passageway, tearing through her maidenhead without any thought of her fear or pain. The agony had seemed to go on forever as he pummeled mercilessly into her quivering belly and, by the time he began to pump his boiling, seething sperm into her helpless vagina, Ellen had stopped struggling, exhausted and beaten into submission.
Afterward, they had taken her home, laughing contemptuously at her misery. But, she had not responded to their jibes. Instead, she had sat quietly leaning against the door beside her, numb with shock. She hadn't had the energy to argue or even care about what they said to her. All she wanted was to crawl into her own bed and sleep, so she would not have to think about what had happened to her or feel the dull, throbbing ache deep between her thighs.
When, at last, they had dropped her off at her own doorstep, she had slipped silently into the darkened house, grateful that her parents had not waited up for the usual report on her activities. She had crept upstairs and carefully bathed, trying to cleanse herself of the soiled feeling that permeated her whole being. Then, after she had gingerly toweled herself dry, she had tiptoed into her bedroom and turned on the light. Still naked, she had padded over to the long mirror to study the body that was causing her so much grief.
Her eyebrows had lifted in surprise as she first realized that in spite of her young years, she already looked like very much of a woman. As if seeing them for the first time, she stared in fascination at her own high-set, round, widely-spaced breasts, each peaked with rose-tinged nipples, then lowered her gaze down over her slender, girlish waist to her flaring, rounded hips and smooth, flat stomach. Her eyes had lingered only a moment at the light auburn triangle nestled between her thighs, then slipped downward as the memories of the evening's rape became too painful to bear. She had scanned her long, milky, full-swelling thighs and smoothly curved calves, then stepped back to assess her entire form.
She had always been aware that her face, with its delicately sculpted lines, was classically beautiful but, that night, she had painfully learned that her voluptuous young body was so exciting that men would use violence to possess it. In a way, she had felt a sort of pride, and yet, as she surveyed her ravished body in the mirror, she had felt resentment, wondering if this beauty was worth all the problems it created.
She had tried to imagine, as she turned off the light and slipped between the sheets, how it would feel to be like all the other girls, seeking a middle ground between ugliness and beauty, where she could simply lead a normal life. But, just before she had drifted off to sleep, her speculations had been cut short by the realization that she had been offered no choice by nature. She would somehow have to learn how to live with the difficulties as well as the rewards of having a body that inflamed men, even to the point of rape.
It had been a bitter lesson, but that night at the drive-in movie had made her realize the risks she ran each time she dared to be alone with a member of the opposite sex and, after that, she never allowed herself to be placed in another compromising position. She had been mature and modern enough to know that the loss of her virginity was not going to ruin her life, but nevertheless, she was angry and disappointed that she had not been allowed to give it to the man of her own choice. The next day, she had decided that the next time she became involved with a man, it would be under her terms, and next time, she would take the precaution of first getting to know him in entirely non-sexual situations.
She had clung to her new wariness through her last year of high school and most of her college years, even though she often experienced bitter pangs of loneliness, especially when she watched her girlfriends strolling hand-in-hand with their sweethearts through the college campus. She had caused quite a stir at the college she attended, and more than one enterprising young scholar had tried to spirit her away to some romantic spot or another, but she had stayed firm to her resolution and accepted dates only to the local soda fountain or an on-campus movie, allowing no greater intimacy than an innocent good-night kiss. She had wistfully watched many of her almost, but not quite, plain girlfriends become engaged, get married and settle down happily, sharing mutual respect and affection with their husbands, but still Ellen had yet to meet a man who did not stare at her with that hungry, savage look that she remembered so well from that night in the back seat of a classmate's car.
She had tried not to envy the other girls who did not know the curse of being wanted just for their striking looks. They had had the opportunity of giving something more to a man, something real and lasting that came from within them. By the time she had reached her junior year of college, she began to give up hope of ever meeting the man who would see her as anything more than an exciting body to selfishly plunder for his own sexual gratification.
And then, finally, when she had all but despaired, she had met Richard Ames, a lawyer who lived a few miles from the university. She had seen him several times in the campus library where she often spent her lonely evenings, and one night, she had cautiously returned his friendly smile. Over the weeks, their polite greetings extended to whispered conversations in the library reading room, and she had learned that he frequently visited the old building just to enjoy reading in its quiet, somber atmosphere. Only once, the first time he spoke to her, Ellen had felt his eyes traveling quickly over her body, critically scanning her full, well-rounded curves, but when he again met her eyes, she saw nothing in his face but open friendliness. For the first time in years, she had felt free to be herself and even she had been surprised at how quickly she had discarded her protective shell of icy aloofness in the company of this man.
Almost before she knew it, they had begun to see each other every day, meeting for coffee to talk about books and paintings or taking long, lazy walks together through the campus and the neighboring countryside. It had been like a dream come true, and when he asked her to marry him in the summer before her last year of college, Ellen had accepted joyfully, without a doubt in her mind that Richard would make her happy.
Their first year together had been deliriously happy. Ellen had spent her days at the college, completing her studies, and at night, they had talked and laughed and made love. Through Richard, she finally had learned the delights of sex and she felt a complete woman to be able to give herself freely to him. He had been an accomplished lover, and Ellen had felt occasional tinges of jealousy when she wondered about the women in his past, but she knew that it really made no difference now, as long as they were faithful to each other now that they were married. Besides, he was a tall, handsome man, almost ten years older than she, and she knew that no man could have resisted the charms of all the women Richard must have attracted with his dark good looks.
After Ellen had graduated with a degree in psychology, she had joyfully taken on the role of .housewife and they had quickly settled into a domestic routine. It had been wonderful and Ellen had never been happier in all her life. Richard had been the most perfect husband imaginable and she had done everything she could think of to show her love to him.
Then, gradually, and for no apparent reason, things had begun to change, sometime in their second year of marriage. Richard began to seem impatient with her and sometimes he would lose his temper over little things, like dinner being a few minutes late. She would have been able to understand his grouchiness ... after all, he did work very hard ... but then, there had been other things.
Even though she had been able to tell, from the looks in other men's eyes, that she was still as beautiful and desirable as ever, she had begun to notice Richard watching other pretty girls each time they went out together. And his sexual advances had become less and less frequent and more impersonal. When he did not simply mount her for a maddeningly quick union, just long enough to work himself to orgasm, he insisted on insulting her by asking her if she would like to sleep with other men or playing a game that he was someone else. It had been as though her body were no longer enough to excite him, as though he had to talk himself into a frenzy of sexual passion.
She was certain that he still loved her, but his changing attitudes toward sex had frustrated and humiliated her more than he knew. Still, until well into their third year together, she had kept silent, hoping that he was just going through some sort of phase, that he would stop being so selfish and once again become the same Richard she had loved before. Finally, however, he had pushed the thing beyond her limits of endurance.
She had had her first inkling when he had started to bring home gossip about some local swap clubs. Ellen had been horrified and refused to believe that such a thing was happening in her own town. To her amazement, he had shown anger at her reaction, and had called her silly and narrow-minded. Then, a few days later, he had brought home some magazines, she had known they were smutty just from the covers, and asked her to look through them. She had not been able to believe her eyes when she had discovered that they were actually catalogues of people who wanted to switch partners or have orgies or do a million other perverted things ... and some of them had even had pictures!
Ellen had been absolutely incensed. Refusing to remain silent any longer, she had angrily demanded to be told exactly what her husband was trying to do to their marriage! Richard had calmly explained to her that, even though he loved her with all his heart and thought that she was the most wonderful woman in the world, everyone needed a little variety once in a while to keep their lives from getting stale. They had been married almost three years now, and he had felt that it was time that they discovered some outside stimulation, not only for the excitement it would provide, but to make them realize all over again how lucky they were to have each other. Ellen had been so hurt and horrified that she had not been able to do anything but cry for a long time afterward. She had felt no need for any "outside stimulation" and could not understand why he would either, if he truly did love her as much as he had said.
For two miserable weeks, they had discussed it, often breaking into bitter arguments, until at last, Ellen began to relent, giving in only because she thought she had to in order to keep Richard as her husband. Richard had given her many good reasons for what he wanted them to do and he had shown her several articles by noted psychologists, people she had studied in college. Even though she was still frightened and upset by the whole idea, she finally agreed to try it, if that was what he really wanted to do.
The very next day, he had called home from his office, his voice almost singing from joyful excitement, to tell her that they would be having another couple over to dinner that night and that there was a very good chance that "something might develop." She had been heartbroken by his obvious enthusiasm to go to bed with another woman and repulsed by the very idea of another man touching her. But, she had managed to hide her feelings for the sake of their marriage and that night one of Richard's clients and his wife came to dinner.
The man had been older than Richard, but attractive and distinguished looking, and his wife had been a small pretty blonde just a few years older than Ellen. In a haze of fear and apprehension, the young redhead had gone through all the motions of serving and eating the dinner she had prepared, barely aware of what was going on around her. What was Richard going to do to that woman? What was this strange man going to expect her to do with him? A thousand terrifying questions had raced through her mind as they sat smiling and chatting at the dinner table, and she had sat there, praying desperately that the meal would never be finished.
But, it was, all too quickly, and suddenly Ellen had noticed the excitement in the air. Forcing her mind away from panic, she had risen and said that she would clear the table and join them in the living room in just a minute. There had been a moment of tension and Richard had frowned at her feeble attempt to put off the inevitable, but his client had merely laughed and jumped to his feet, saying that he would help Ellen while the other two drank their brandies in the other room. Ellen had watched as her husband and the blonde strolled into the parlor, their heads bent together as they gaily chatted, then silently began to clear the dining room table. A few moments later, in the kitchen, with the dishes stacked neatly beside the sink, the man tried to put his arms around her. Ellen had instinctively stiffened, but then she had let him kiss her, realizing that this is what Richard would want her to do.
They had stood there kissing passionately for several minutes, and Ellen had been surprised to see that, despite her fear, her body was beginning to respond to the man's tender caresses. Richard's client was responding too, and, realizing that she was about to be raped right there on the kitchen floor, she had laughingly extracted herself from his arms, suggesting that they join the others in the living room. The man had shrugged, then taken her hand, leading her back through the dining room to the parlor door.
Now, two weeks later, Ellen sat stiffly in her Volkswagen and fought back the tears that flooded her eyes from the memory of the sight that had greeted her from the doorway. How could he have done that to her? She wondered miserably as she sat alone in her car in the parking lot of Brentwood High School. The rest of the memory was too painful to think about and she fought to keep it out of her mind. But, like an old nightmare, it kept springing back to life, taking over her thoughts. She had already gone too far with the reminiscence, and now she could not force the horrible memory out of her mind. Suddenly, she felt like she was right back there in the house she had shared with Richard, standing beside the man in the doorway ...
She heard Richard's voice before she saw him. It was husky with a guttural passion she had not heard in their own lovemaking for over a year. Her face flushed a bright red in disbelief and humiliation at the sound of her own husband making love with another man's wife with that man standing right beside her. And then, she saw them!
She had been straining her eyes though the un-lighted semi-darkness of the parlor when suddenly her gaze fell on the two writhing forms on the floor in front of the couch. She stepped toward them, unable to stop herself, then stifled a scream as she saw the pretty blonde hovering over her husband's prostrate form, her head working up and down over his loins. The woman's lips were clasped tightly in an oval circle around her husband's erected penis. It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oooooh," Ellen moaned in horror, turning back to hide her face in the shoulder of the man who stood behind her.
She hadn't planned on this. Maybe kissing, or even making love in the privacy of one of their bedrooms, but not this, right out where she couldn't help but see it. Tears rose to her eyes as she thought of the terrible spectacle of Richard's penis disappearing into the blonde's hungrily sucking mouth. She had thought she was prepared for anything, but not this!
Mistaking her horror for passion, the man holding her cupped his hands around her buttocks and pulled her even more tightly to his loins. "That's great, isn't it?" he murmured down into her ear. "There's nothing that turns me on like seeing my little Judy sucking on some big prick! Your husband certainly seems to like it too, doesn't he?"
He loosened his arms and Ellen, taking the cue, turned slowly around to watch again. Richard was groaning over and over, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spilling from between his clenched teeth. His hips ground furiously up against the woman's face and his hands were tangled in her curly yellow hair, pulling her head down as he rammed his rampant cock far into the woman's throat.
She closed her eyes against the horrible scene and shuddered violently. She wanted to run, but knew her legs would not support her if she moved from the support of the man's arms. She could do nothing but stand here in torment while that blonde made wild sucking love to her husband. She stood quietly, listening to the hoarse panting of the man behind her, her eyes tightly clenched against the sight of Richard's infidelity. Then, suddenly, another deep animal groan erupted from the floor and Ellen's eyes jerked open.
The pretty blonde had lifted her dress up over her hips and slid up on top of Richard's body. Ellen realized with a shock that the woman had worn no panties, as there was no sign of them on the floor. The woman was straddling Richard, the round whiteness of her buttocks positioned directly over the gleaming hardness of his long, thick penis. She had reached behind her and taken hold of the trembling shaft, aiming the swollen tip into her vagina. Ellen's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw her husband's cock make contact with the moist open lips of the woman's pussy. The blonde worked the head up and down the full slit of her open loins, lubricating its tip with her cuntal juices and parting the soft pubic hair, then, suddenly ground her buttocks down hard on it.
Ellen's breath caught in her tightening throat as she saw Richard's long, throbbing member slide slowly into the mouth of the blonde's cunt, making an obscene wet sound as it entered. The woman shoved her body down on it until all Ellen could see was a tiny portion of the base of the cock protruding from the tight moist lips surrounding it.
She wished she could die and she valiantly fought down the impulse to run over and rip the blonde woman off her husband's loins. This was wrong; she knew it was wrong and, yet, if she tried to stop them, she knew Richard would never forgive her. Instead, she stood, leaning against the man behind her and watched in agony as his wife began a slow, grinding movement around Richard's cock, moving up and down with her buttocks rising in the air above him until just the tip of his stone-hard penis was left in the warm velvety passage of her flesh. Then, with a delighted grunt each time she made the movement, the blonde would slide hard down the full length of his prick, skewering herself completely with each smooth long stroke.
Shaken to the very core of her being, Ellen again turned away from the shattering spectacle and pressed her face tightly into the other man's shoulder. She had never even considered what it would be like to watch people making love, especially when one of them was her own husband, and it was affecting her more thoroughly than she would have thought. Not only was she experiencing the shame and revulsion she would have expected, but she could also feel a strange quiver of excitement deep between her thighs. She squeezed her eyes more tightly shut, but still she could not block out the terrible picture of her own husband's cock, powerful and hard, pummeling in and out of the blonde's soft, warm vagina. It flashed like a neon sign in her mind and their moans and grunts and the soft wet sucking sound of intercourse attacked her ears, clarifying and intensifying the vision in her mind.
The man's arms tightened around her once again and one of his hands slid up toward her breast and ground into the large, soft mound of flesh. The sight of the coupling on the floor was affecting him too, though not quite in the same way. He pulled her closer to him, grinding his pelvis into her loins and Ellen could feel the huge, hard lump under his trousers pressing into her belly. He gave a sudden hard pinch of her nipple that sent a fiery flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the length of her spine. She pulled her head away from his shoulder, wanting to protest the cruel tweak, but her words were rapidly choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping down over hers, and all she could do was utter a low, helpless groan. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and she squirmed violently in an attempt to get away from the man's attack.
"Your husband's fucking my wife," he rasped down into her mouth. "He's really ramming it to her."
"Y-yes, I saw it ... " she faltered, not knowing what to say in response to the man's use of the lewd word.
"Come on," he breathed, suddenly roughly pulling her toward the couch. "Let's get in on some of the action! I'm so damned hot I can barely wait to get your clothes off, but I'm going to. A body like yours shouldn't ever be covered up!"
"Oh, wait ... no! Not yet!" she gasped, jerking back on his hand as he tried to lead her across the room. She tried to keep her voice as low as possible, so Richard wouldn't know what she was saying. She knew he would be angry, but she couldn't do it ... she knew she just couldn't stand to let another man touch her body ... not now, or ever!
Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to escape and then, she swallowed hard and whispered, "W-why don't you let me watch you ... f-fuck your wife's mouth, while Richard does her at the same time." She smiled uncertainly at the man, amazed at her own audacity in using the forbidden word. "T-then, you can both do me at the same time!" she added hurriedly, smiling brightly.
"Wow! You really are a little swinger, aren't you," the man said, grinning his approval at her idea. "Well, I'm damned sure Judy isn't going to complain about that arrangement." He gave her breast a last squeeze, then turned to begin unzipping his pants. As if by afterthought, he turned around again and added, "But, don't you worry about your share, little lady. I'm a stretch-runner and I'm certain your hubby can get another one up when he sees how I'm going to work you over!"
Ellen shuddered in revulsion as soon as the man had turned away, but forced herself to stay and watch the whole thing until he had gotten his long, hard prick firmly lodged in his wife's voraciously sucking mouth. By the time she quietly slipped out of the room, no one even noticed.
Fighting back her tears, she had rushed into their bedroom, hurriedly packed a suitcase, then crept out of the house. On their bed, she left a short note for Richard, telling him that she needed time to get away and think. She was no longer sure that the marriage was worth the price she had almost paid, and she wanted to see how well she could live without him.
She found an apartment the next day and started looking for a job. Luck was with her, and she found that a psychology and current events teacher had just become seriously ill at the high school in nearby Brentwood. Ignoring Richard's letters and telephone calls, she had calmly gone about setting up a life of her own, knowing that no matter what he said, sooner or later, he would want to do the same thing again. She had finally convinced him that she just wanted to be alone for a while and now, she had to decide what ...
"Mrs. Ames, what are you doing sitting there all by yourself?" a kindly voice suddenly broke into her thoughts.
Ellen's head twisted around and, through the Volkswagen window, she saw the white-haired Elmo Dunlap, principal of Brentwood High School. The painful memories receded from her consciousness and she smiled a greeting. "Good morning, Mr. Dunlap. I got here early, and I guess I just started woolgathering," she said, hoping no sign of her earlier tears still showed on her face.
"Now, now, my dear, you're still too young to go on worrying about one marriage gone wrong," the elderly man clucked sympathetically. Ellen remembered she had mentioned to him that she had just left her husband. "Why, most people these days don't blink at four or five," he went on. "Of course, my Bessie and I, well, we've been going on for nearly fifty years."
As he chuckled proudly, Ellen averted her eyes to hide the pain she felt. She would have liked to have had fifty years with Richard. If only, if only she shook her head to clear it of the now-useless wishes. There was no sense dwelling on the past. Today, she would begin her new career as a teacher. As far as she was concerned, her career as a wife was over.
"Well, that's wonderful, Mr. Dunlap," she said brightly as she climbed out of her car. "I ... I hope you have many more happy years together."
"Um, yes, child. I'm sure you do," the man said distractedly, eyeing her lush form as she stood up beside him. Catching her eyes upon him, he embarrassedly turned his gaze away. "Well, let's go in and meet the other teachers for coffee, shall we? I'm sure they'll find you a welcome relief from that old fuss-budget you're replacing!"
"Oh, Mr. Dunlap," Ellen protested, laughing in spite of herself as she followed the old man through the parking lot. To her surprise, she found that she was not bothered by the principal's sly peek at her body. In fact, she felt a little flattered that men still found her beautiful after her disheartening years with Richard. Who needs him? She thought flippantly. I'll probably be able to find a lot more romance now that I've left him!
Half-smiling at her own silliness, she hurried to catch up with the quick-paced old man who was already half-way to the school building.
Chapter 2
"Hey, kid, how's your ass?"
"Probably a hell of a lot better than anything you've been getting."
Ellen's head shot up from the papers she had been studying at her desk and her shocked eyes followed the young couple who had just walked past her and were now moving down the aisle to seat themselves at two desks in the rear of her classroom. Admittedly the husky dark-haired boy's question was not in the best of taste, but the flippant answer given by the leggy, attractive young blonde had absolutely flabbergasted the teacher. They didn't sound like teenaged high school students, but middle-aged drinking buddies who had just met in the neighborhood bar!
"Edie! I've been trying to find you all day! You should have come to that party up at the cabin Saturday night. God, everybody was there! The police finally showed up around one and Shelly had to hide under the bed because she couldn't find her blouse!"
Ellen's head swung around again to see the little, brunette whirlwind who had just rushed into the classroom from among the throngs of students moving in the hallway in between classes.
"Well, you weren't exactly reading in the corner, Merrilee," a deep, masculine voice chortled from among the half dozen boys who had followed the pert-faced, mini-skirted girl into the room. "As a matter of fact ... "
"Oh, Tom, now let's not get too personal," the girl cooed, pausing to rub her buxom little body against a tall, blonde boy behind her. She gazed up at him and fluttered her long, dark lashes, adding, "It's different with us. We're going steady. But that Shelly ... "
"Well, I'd rather have you, baby, but Shelly'll do until the real thing comes along," one of the other youths interjected. "Jesus Christ, for a damned little freshman, old Shelly certainly does know how to ... "
"Oh, for God's sake, children, when are you going to grow up? You're all beginning to sound just like the rest of the nurds around here! One of these days, you'll get invited to a fraternity party and then you'll find out exactly what does make the world go around!" the blonde impatiently spoke up from her seat on the other side of the room.
Her voice was sultry and bored and, as Ellen turned to look at her, she could see that the girl's lovely, fine-boned face had the same look ... as though she had already seen everything and couldn't be less interested in the enthusiastic conversation going on around her. The languid blonde was slouched gracefully in her chair, her short woolen skirt riding high on her long, slender thighs, and she smiled indulgently at the others as they walked across the classroom to settle down in the other desks nearest the windows.
In the few remaining minutes before the sound of the bell signaling the beginning of the fourth period of classes, other students gradually filtered into the room, in groups of twos and threes, but Ellen noticed that almost all of them took seats on the other side of the room, leaving the first group, and the few others that joined them, in almost complete isolation in the far corner. Far from appearing disturbed by the division, the small, well-dressed group chatted excitedly among themselves, only occasionally throwing a condescending remark to one of the other students outside their circle.
Ellen was dumbfounded, not only by the way the tiny group deliberately held themselves apart from the rest of the pupils in the class, but mostly by the snatches of conversation she could overhear before the bell rang. They were sitting there laughing and joking about intimate subjects that Ellen had never before heard mentioned in a high school ... except maybe between close friends in the intimacy of a deserted girls' room.
All her other students in the three periods earlier that day had seemed like fairly typical teenagers: some friendly, some shy, but all peer-conscious and very aware of how they acted in front of their friends. But, this little group obviously could not care less about what the others thought of them. In fact, they seemed to enjoy making jokes at the expense of the other students who sat in the room. And, most of the jokes were more than a little off-color!
Then, suddenly, Ellen remembered something she had heard the other teachers talking about this morning as they had sat drinking coffee in the teachers' lounge. Someone had mentioned something about "that snobby little clique," and then one of the other teachers had mentioned that they referred to themselves as the "in crowd." Ellen hadn't really been listening until one of the men had laughingly turned to her and warned her that not all high school students were as innocent as she, herself, might remember from her own high school days. Her curiosity aroused, Ellen had asked the man for an explanation, but he had only chuckled and said that she would understand when she ran into them. Unable to elicit any more information, the young redheaded teacher had listened for any other references to the group, but had heard nothing more than some bitter comment about over-permissive parents and a final warning to keep a tight rein on the group if she didn't want more than she could handle.
Now, she thought she understood a little better what the other teachers had been talking about. As the bell rang, the other students stopped talking and waited for their new teacher to begin the class. However, the ten or twelve teenagers in the rear corner continued their chattering, insolently oblivious to the silence around them.
Ellen nodded a greeting to the quiet students on the one side of the room, then stared pointedly at the tiny, whispering group in the back. Determined to start the class on the proper note, she decided to wait them out and studied them, one by one, making mental notes for future reference.
The tiny brunette who had been called Merrilee dominated much of the conversation with her animated gestures and exclamations. By the way she sat and moved her body, Ellen could see that the small girl was well aware of her generous curves and enjoyed every bit of attention she received. In fact, it was obvious that almost every boy, not only in the small group but in the rest of the class as well, was fascinated by her, and she seemed almost to expect the admiring glances from the boys, doling out her attentions as a queen would bestow favors on her courtiers.
The slim, lanky blonde, Edie, seemed merely amused by the boys in the group, and Ellen remembered the girl's comment about fraternity parties. Apparently, Edie depended on college men for her social life. She seldom bothered to join the others in conversation except to interject an occasional sardonic comment about their innocence and immaturity.
All the others in the clique were boys, each dressed amazingly like the others, as though to differentiate themselves from the other students who might not be able to afford the obviously expensive clothes they wore. Ellen felt an instinctive dislike for most of them on sight ... they were clearly included in the group only because they were willing to follow the rigid social code involved and because they had enough money to do so. She could tell by most of their faces that they had little more to offer than their self-proclaimed social superiority over the other students who did not "belong."
Only two of the boys held her eye for more than a moment. One, the medium-height, dark-haired boy who had first come in with Edie, seemed clever and quick, somehow more mature than the others. Also, Ellen sensed a certain, well, she thought it was a certain animal sexuality about him. Whatever it was, it made her uncomfortable and she turned her attention to the other boy.
As her eyes lit on the tall, blonde youth, the one Merrilee had snuggled against, Ellen had to stifle a gasp of shock. He was the most astonishingly handsome boy the teacher had ever seen! Tall, broad-shouldered, with wavy blonde hair, he seemed like the reincarnation of some ancient god and, as she stared at him, she began to wonder what he would look like with his clothing off. A strange, light-fingered quivering settled deep between her thighs and Ellen was horrified at her reaction to him. She had never felt this way before by just looking at a man and she tried to think of something else. It was absurd! Why, the boy was almost eight or nine years younger than she was! Then, suddenly, she realized that the boy looked a bit like someone she had known before her younger brother, Tommy? Or was it that boy who had taken her virginity that terrible night in the drive-in movie, the first person she had ever imagined herself to be in love with?
The connection upset Ellen even more and she angrily tried to force her body into calmness, but she could still feel her nipples stiffening and tightening under the thin bra she wore. It had been more than two weeks since she had left Richard and she had vowed that no man would ever touch her again, unless she was already married to him. And, now, this! Her body was betraying her, and all because of a boy that she dared not even think of involving herself with!
Angry and confused, Ellen decided that she could wait no longer for the little group to realize that the rest of the class was ready to begin. She grabbed a ruler off her desk and rapped sharply on the black board behind her. She glanced at the clock on the side wall and realized with surprise that only two minutes had gone by since the bell had rung. Nevertheless, the "snobby clique," as the other teacher had called them, were going to have to learn their place in her classroom.
"I hope you don't mind if we interrupt your conversation," she addressed them coldly as the chatting students looked up in surprise at the sound of her ruler. "The rest of us have been waiting to begin for some time and I'm sure that your conversation is not as important as your class work."
Ellen's spine stiffened in indignation as she heard one of the coterie mutter, "Yeah, but it's a hell of a lot more interesting, baby."
"All of you! Come up here!" she snapped furiously.
The little group looked around as if they didn't know who she was talking about, small smiles playing on their lips.
"All right, we'll do it your way," she said coolly, rising from her seat behind the desk.
As she stood up, revealing her curvaceous form to the class for the first time, she saw every young male student in the room almost snap to attention. Uncomfortably wishing she had worn something less revealing than the clinging yellow sweater and short bright plaid skirt, Ellen started down the aisle toward the group, self-consciously aware of the astonished stares she was receiving from every boy in the room. She had forgotten the effect she had had on the boys in her own high school and somehow, had managed to stay seated throughout the other classes during the day. Now, with dozens of hungry, young, boyish eyes locked on her beautifully rounded body, the old sense of embarrassment and shame came back in full force, as though it had never left her. What was it about her that she should affect young boys this way? she wondered unhappily as she tried to keep her chin high, her face composed and calm.
"Now, in case you really didn't understand, I was speaking to you," she announced as she arrived at the group of desks where the isolated cluster of students were seated. She tried to assume a curt, professional expression of cool disapproval and looked down at them. "Every one of ... of ... you ... " her voice faltered and then stopped.
Her heart was beating a wild, thundering tattoo and she found herself struggling to catch her breath. The two boys she had noticed before were both staring at her with burning eyes, almost ripping the clothes from her body with the intensity of their gazes, and, to her dismay, she was again beginning to feel that same urgent tension growing deep in her belly. Her eyes fell to the crotch of the blonde boy's tight trousers, then as she realized what she was doing, she tore her gaze away and suddenly found herself staring into the face of the other, dark-haired youth. His deep brown eyes locked with her own green ones, and she saw him smile slightly, insinuatingly, as though he could see through her to her very soul and knew exactly what she was feeling and thinking.
She felt strangely light-headed and a string of seemingly unrelated ideas and scenes began to flash through her mind ... that night in the drive-in movie, other nights when she had struggled with high school boys in the front seats of their fathers' cars, her beautiful nights of love with Richard when they were first married. Then, though she tried to hold back the memories, she thought of other nights, in later years, when she had lain beside her sleeping husband, her belly filled with his sperm, but still feeling lonely and unfulfilled because he had treated her with such disinterest, so impersonally. She had known that he didn't care about her body anymore, but those boys in high school, these boys in this high school ... they cared about her body. They didn't want other women ...
My God, what are you thinking of? she suddenly asked herself as she realized the thoughts that had been going through her mind. She couldn't believe that she was that warped and perverted as to be thinking of these young boys as sex partners. Shocked and horrified, she drove the thoughts from her mind and forcibly got a grip on herself.
"I want you all to move up to the front of the room," she snapped furiously at the now openly-grinning knot of students before her. "I will not have you talking or in any other way disrupting my classroom. Now, find yourselves some new seats!"
She turned on her heel and strode back to the front of the classroom, determined to forget her own momentary lapse. She would never, never allow herself to even think of anything like that again!
In her distraught condition, she had not even noticed the faces of the two girls in the little group in the back of the room. While the boys had been so openly admiring her body, the girls had felt true competition for the attention they expected, perhaps the first competition they had ever known since the "in" crowd was formed as a social circle. It was not a pleasant experience and, with a silent glance between them, it was agreed that the competition would have to be eliminated.
Unaware of anything but her own inner struggle, Ellen waited until she saw that the group had been at least partially dispersed by her order to find new seats, then once again sat down behind her desk in the front of the room. To her relief, she found that the old axiom, "out of sight, out of mind," was still working to a certain extent, and the majority of the teenaged boys quickly lost their moon-struck expressions of inflamed yearning.
Ignoring the salacious grins still lingering on the faces of the male members of the little clique, she again rapped for attention and began the class.
"I am Mrs. Ames," she began in her best professional voice. "As you know, Miss Bixby has been taken ill and I will be teaching you for the rest of the year. Now, I am going to give you a little quiz today, just to let me know how far you have progressed through the course." She smiled at the students' horror-stricken faces, then added, "Don't worry, there will be no grade, but I'd still like you all to do your best."
Ellen reached over her desk to hand a sheaf of mimeographed papers to the girl seated closest to her and asked her to distribute them to the class. She waited the few remaining moments until the students were bent over their work, then sighed and went back to studying the results of the other classes' tests. The results she had already were not encouraging. Ellen didn't know what the elderly Miss Bixby had been doing with her classes for the first month of the school year, but here it was mid-October and none of the students she had tested so far seemed to have the least inkling of the principles behind the study of psychology. Either the woman had been a terrible teacher or the students had no interest at all in the subject. No matter which was true, the young teacher could already see that she was going to have quite a job to bring her classes up to par.
Before this class had begun, Ellen had concentrated entirely on mapping out her classes for the next few weeks, but now, it seemed that she couldn't keep her mind from wandering, especially toward thoughts that she knew she had no business thinking. She willed the hands of the clock to move faster, hoping that once those boys were out of her classroom, she would once again be able to concentrate entirely on her work, but each time she nervously checked the time, no more than another minute or two had passed. She felt shaken and exhausted by the strange experience she had just undergone, but, nevertheless, she was confident she could avoid it happening ever again ... if she could just get through this class without incident. After all, she rationalized to herself, she had been nervous today, and naturally, she was still upset about leaving her husband of three years. It was silly to worry about it, she kept telling herself. She had probably just imagined the whole thing. It was nothing, nothing at all.
As if to convince herself, she looked up from her papers to where the two boys were sitting, one behind the other, near the front of one of the rows of desks. The handsome, sandy-haired boy was hunched over the mimeographed quiz, almost hidden from her sight. But, in the seat behind him, his friend was still watching her, the same fire glowing in his dark eyes. Ellen stared back at him for a moment, trying desperately to wordlessly reject the suggestion in his gaze. Then, her eyes fell away, unable to meet the brazen presumption in his stare.
She felt disturbed and a little frightened as she went back to her paper work. There had been something more in that boy's look, something more than a simple sexual implication. She had almost felt as though he were measuring her, sizing her up, trying to place her in some sort of scheme in his mind.
But, no, she thought to herself, shaking her head to banish the disquieting feeling. That's ridiculous. After all, he's only a boy ...
Chapter 3
It was three-twenty-five, ten minutes after the final bell had rung, signaling the conclusion to Ellen's first day on the job, but already the school building seemed silent as a tomb. She stood at one of the long rows of windows in her classroom, watching the last of the students strolling away from the school in friendly groups of three or four, their arms filled with school books, note books, sweaters and coats not needed in the bright afternoon sunlight.
Leaning wearily against the window sill, the lovely twenty-four year old teacher brushed a straying tendril of red hair from her forehead and marveled at how young they looked. It was hard to even imagine being that young and, yet, of course, when she was that age she had not felt young at all. For the umpteenth time that day, her thoughts went back to the night she had lost her virginity and she couldn't help but wonder at the shocking ideas that might well be brewing behind those innocent, well-scrubbed faces.
She was sure she was being silly to worry like this. After all, her own experience had just been a freak of fate, something that happens to one girl in a million, and she was just letting herself get worked up about something that happened seven years ago and had no relevance at all to the youngsters she was now dealing with. Undoubtedly, she had imagined the message she had seen in that boy's eye.
She made a face as she realized that she didn't even know the boy's name, or that of anyone else in her fourth period class. She had been so upset that it wasn't until the next class that she realized that she had completely forgotten to take the roll. Half the class could have been playing hooky and she wouldn't have known the difference. Quickly, she made the decision to stop pampering herself, indulging her ridiculous fears. Those two boys were probably no different than any other boys in the school and, from now on, she would treat them exactly like all the rest!
"Mrs. Ames, could we bother you for a moment?"
Ellen whirled around from the window and saw two teenaged boys standing in the doorway of her classroom. The blood drained from her face as she realized that it was those same two ... the handsome blonde and his dark-haired friend from her fourth period class. In a split second, she realized that the school was probably deserted already and that she was alone here with the two youths who had disturbed her so much. Then, just as quickly, she forced herself to put away her fears. Now was the time to put her resolution into effect. They were just students, she chided herself, just like any other young boys.
"Yes, of course," she said calmly, waving them into the room. "What can I do for you, boys?"
The tall, sandy-haired youth hesitated for just a moment in the doorway, indecision apparent on his face, but a moment later, his friend muttered something she could not hear and nudged him into the room.
Ellen was once again painfully conscious of their eyes ... the handsome blonde's seemingly involuntary scrutiny of her delicious body ... she didn't mind that. It was a kind of flattery, almost as though he could not take his eyes off her lush form. But, the look in the other boy's face cancelled out all the pride she might have felt. He was stripping her bare with his eyes and his look held none of the respect of a student looking at his teacher. She had never seen such raw animal lust in a man's eyes before as they locked on the soft mounds of her breasts as they strained out against her sweater. Her hands inadvertently covered her chest as she trembled at the thought of this insolent boy ever touching her.
"We just wanted to come by and apologize for disturbing the class this morning," the gleaming-eyed youth said slowly in a respectful tone, belying the contemptuous half-smile that curled his lips.
"Th-that's fine," she answered hurriedly, wanting to get them out of her classroom as soon as possible. "Just don't let it happen again. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go home." Unable to bear the dark-haired youth's gaze devouring her ripe body, she turned to look at the blonde boy beside him.
The boy's eyes showed a momentary disappointment, but then his handsome face brightened as though he had just remembered something important. "We wanted to ask you something too," he beamed, exchanging a quick glance with the other boy. "It was about something I read in the library. It didn't seem right to me and I wanted to ask you about it."
"Yes, Tom told me about it and I thought we could come and ask you," the other boy interjected.
"Oh, well, of course," Ellen said happily, relief evident in her tone. There, I've done it again, she thought angrily to herself. They just came in to ask me for help and here I am imagining all sorts of absurd things. "What is it that didn't make sense to you?"
The blonde boy's eyebrows knitted in a frown of deep concentration, and Ellen waited for his question. Now that she no longer felt fearful and apprehensive about their motives in coming to see her after school, she once again became terribly aware of the exciting masculine beauty of the tall boy's young body and she could barely suppress the tingle of involuntary excitement that coursed through her body at the very sight of him. For an unwary moment she wondered if he wore any underwear under his tight-hipped gray flannel trousers because she couldn't help but notice the outline of a long, thick penis and round weighty testicles through the thin material. Just the vision of his splendid, virile young body and the fact that she was virtually alone with him in the empty building flooded through her mind, paralyzing her, making her momentarily unable to move or do anything but feast her eyes on his magnificent form.
"Well, Mrs. Ames, I was in the library looking through this book by, um, what's his name?" He turned to his friend, then brightened as the memory returned to him. "Oh, yeah! It was Freud, and he ... um ... " His faltering voice jerked Ellen's thoughts back to the reality of the moment and she tried to look interested as he went on.
"Well, he was talking about this hang-up that some people have ... and he said it was because ... well ... "
His voice stopped and Ellen could see that he was busy trying to collect the right words to explain the great psychiatrist's ideas to her.
She felt sorry for him and infuriated with herself for not being resourceful enough to collect her own wits to help him express himself. She was now finding it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but the maddening effect his impressive young body was having on her own. No wonder she had been wildly imagining all those horrible things when he was in her class today, she realized in a moment of humiliating self-discovery. She had merely been projecting ... blaming all her own unscrupulous desires on her students, until she thought that this obviously sincere boy and his young friend were contemplating the very same unwholesome ideas that had been festering somewhere in her own mind! She felt humbled and completely ashamed for ever having suspected the two teenaged boys of the disgusting notions that probably had originated in her own head!
"Go on," she said sympathetically, hoping somehow to make up her unfairness toward the handsome blonde. "Just try to explain it as best you can and I'm sure I'll recognize the thing you're talking about, Tom." She smiled embarrassedly, then added, "Your name is Tom, isn't it? I seemed to have forgotten to take the roll in your class."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm Tom Powell," he nodded eagerly, then pointed to his dark-haired, husky friend who was lounging nonchalantly over the top of Ellen's desk. "And my friend's Sid Montgomery. We hang around together all the time. Sid and I are co-captains of the football team and ... "
"Just tell her about your library thing, Tom," the other boy interjected, a strange, secret smile playing across his lips. "Don't you remember why we came in here?"
"Oh ... oh, yeah ... " the blonde youth said slowly as he met his friend's eyes. Ellen could see his boyish enthusiasm of a moment before disappear, and when Tom looked back toward her, it almost seemed as though a light veil had been drawn down over his blue eyes, hiding his thoughts from her view. He smiled at her with a certain ingratiating boyish charm and Ellen was amused in spite of the fact that she was pretty positive that the expression had been assumed strictly for her benefit.
"Please, go on, Tom," she grinned patiently, wondering if he used the same enchanting expression on all his teachers, hoping to gain their favor.
"Well, it's like this ... " he began again, his wide eyes trained on her face in what she thought to be an appeal for patience. "When some people-are born and ... well, they grow up feeling like ... " His brow again wrinkled into a frown as he apparently struggled to find the proper words. "Oh, I just can't say it the way he did, Mrs. Ames. Would you mind an awful lot coming down to the library so I can show you what I'm trying to tell you about?"
"Look, why don't you just bring me the book tomorrow?" she quickly suggested, feeling an instantaneous flash of unexplainable wariness at the boy's suggestion.
"It's in the reference room," Sid chimed in, his face strangely anxious-looking. "We're never allowed to take any of the books out of there."
"Well ... " Ellen deliberated, then noticed the crestfallen look on the tall, blonde youth's face.
"That's all right, Mrs. Ames, it wasn't important anyway," Sid suddenly said, his voice clearly showing his disappointment. He jumped off her desk and began to nudge Tom out of the room. "I guess we shouldn't have bothered you. We'll just find out about it some other way. You probably want to go home to your husband. Maybe you can help us some other time when you have a chance."
At the mention of "her husband," Ellen realized for the first time that when she left the school she would be going home to an empty, lonely apartment. Now, all of a sudden, she wanted to postpone leaving the school building that afternoon for as long as she possibly could. Besides that, she felt guilty about her unwillingness to help the tall, blonde youth who had come to her for assistance. The boys were almost out the door before she made her decision.
"No, wait!" she suddenly cried, running toward them. "I'll be glad to go to the library with you. I just remembered that my ... my husband is going to be coming home late tonight," she lied. "Just give me a chance to pack up my papers and I'll be ready to go."
A few minutes later, Ellen and the two boys were approaching a door of heavy, frosted glass, marked "Reference" with a large brass plaque. Through the thick glass pane, the statuesque redhead could see that the room was only dimly lighted by the waning rays of the afternoon sunlight and once again she began to feel grave misgivings about the wisdom of following these boys into this remote part of the school building, remembering the mixed excitement and fear she had felt earlier that afternoon. They had seen and heard no one else in the school during their walk to the library and, once they had left the school corridor, Ellen had followed the two jubilantly smiling boys through three progressively smaller and apparently less-frequented book rooms until they had finally arrived here. She couldn't imagine a more secluded area of the building and, for just a single moment when her feelings of apprehension got the better of her, she wondered if anyone would be able to hear her if she had to scream out for some kind of help.
Then, in the next second, she calmed herself. She was positive that she was just being silly again. Nevertheless, she could not quite rid herself of the premonition of danger as she watched Sid turn the door's shiny brass handle. The door swung open and both boys stepped back to allow Ellen to enter the tiny room, completely lined with books except for a row of casement windows above the high shelves, and almost filled with a long wooden reading table in the center. Her gaze had barely taken in the dusty shelves and the lack of radiators in the coolish room, when she heard the door click shut behind her. Flustered and uneasy for no reason she could really explain, she whirled around apprehensively, then felt embarrassed as she met young Tom's anxious smile.
"It's over here," he said, moving past her to one of the shelves. "Sit down and I'll see if I can find it."
The stunning redhead glanced over to Sid and saw with surprise that he seemed more relaxed and almost jovial than she had seen him all day. The burning intensity of his gaze seemed to have softened a little and this observation put Ellen more at ease. He was probably just a little nervous with a new teacher, Ellen reasoned to herself, and now that he knows I'm willing to go a little out of my way to help them, he's probably more comfortable. Having finally put her mind to rest about the boy, the teacher lowered herself into one of the straight-backed chairs at the table and smiled warmly at Tom as he set a ponderous-looking tome down on the table before her and pulled up a chair beside her.
"It'll take me a minute to find it," he said apologetically as he started to thumb through the pages crammed with type so tiny she wondered how anyone could read it.
"I guess I might as well get in on this too," Sid announced and seated himself on the other side of the teacher. "Tom's been talking about this thing all day."
Ellen was pleased that the tall, handsome Tom took such an interest in the subject she taught and, even though she realized the impropriety of her thoughts, she hoped she might have more chances for individual study sessions with the good-looking youth. Even now, she was thoroughly enjoying his physical nearness and she wondered how much distance there was between her thigh and Tom's well-formed limb.
"Here, can I help you?" she inquired, mischievously turning toward him until she felt her nylon-clad knee brush against the fabric of his trousers. Astonished at her own audacity, she quickly jerked her knees away, wondering what in the world could have possessed her to do such a thing. But the boy did not seem to notice the contact and continued busily flipping the pages of the book in front of him.
Then, Ellen's heart leaped into her throat as she saw him move slightly and felt the length of his lean thigh press warmly against her own soft flesh. The beautiful young teacher panicked for a moment as she wondered if the boy had thought her touch to be intentional and was now answering the exciting contact to show her that he understood her desires. The very thought momentarily paralyzed her with fear, and then, realizing that she must quickly dispell the boy's impression, she swiveled her hips in the wooden chair, slipping her thighs around until the thrilling contact was broken. To her amazement, however, she suddenly found her other thigh stopped by the solid flesh of the boy named Sid's thigh on her other side. Now, truly fearful, she tried to position her legs so that she was touching neither of the two youths, but she discovered in horror that they were both pressing closer and closer until she was virtually sandwiched by the warm, hard pressure of the two boys' taut, muscular thighs squeezing her legs tightly together.
Blood rushed to her face and Ellen could feel her rosy blush as she tried to nonchalantly cross her legs to escape the vice of trouser-clad limbs. Surely the two teenagers didn't realize what they were doing or maybe they were teasing her to see what she would do. Ellen's mind raced through a thousand possibilities until suddenly she saw Sid's arm move and she felt a warm palm begin to rub softly over her thigh. At the same moment, she caught sight of an illustration in the book Tom was still busily scanning. It was a picture of Napoleon Bonaparte! That was no psychology text, she realized with a start, but a history book!
She whirled around to face the dark-haired Sid and she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she saw the smirking grin he wore.
"Wh-what ... " she stuttered, fearful and unable to comprehend the meaning of the triumphant gleam in the boy's eye.
On the other side of her, Tom finally lifted his head from the book and laughed out loud. Turning to stare at him in confusion, she saw that the youthful grin had completely left his strong, masculine features and in its place was a look of lecherous anticipation. The beautiful redhead stared at one of them then back to the other, trying to understand what was happening to her. She fearfully pushed her chair away from the table, but the lewdly-smiling Sid retained his grip on her smooth, fleshy thigh.
"I ... I don't understand," she finally blurted. "I thought you were going to show me something."
"Oh, we are ... we are!" Sid rejoined gleefully, sliding his hand a little higher on her stockinged leg. "But not anything you're going to find in any of these books!"
His eyes narrowed in sardonic amusement. "Did you think we wouldn't notice how you looked at Tom this afternoon? How you .looked at me? We were pretty certain that once we got you alone, you'd be all set for a little fun. So we set everything up for you." He seemed absolutely delighted by her shocked expression and again squeezed her thigh. He leaned so close that Ellen could feel his warm breath on her cheek and whispered, "There's no one here but us. No janitor on Mondays ... no night watchman until seven-thirty tonight."
"But, you tricked me! That was a cheap nasty trick!" she cried angrily. "I don't want ... "
As she spoke, she studied the two boys' positions, then suddenly leapt from the chair and ran to the door, pulling desperately at the handle. It would not give and, behind her, she could hear both of them laughing at her helplessness. Then, suddenly, Sid was beside her, mockingly waving the key to the tiny cubicle in front of her eyes.
"There's no place to go, Mrs. Ames," he softly taunted her. "Nobody here but just you and us and old Sigmund Freud."
Unable to believe that this was happening to her, she turned back to the brass knob on the door, rattling and pulling it with all her strength. But, the lock held tight and she was near hysteria as she felt a hand softly coming to rest on her shoulder. Furiously, she twisted away from it, spinning around to slap her open hand across the cheek of the tall, lanky blonde youth whose fair good looks had been the initial cause of this terrible, unbelievable situation.
Stunned by her sudden blow, the youth stood motionless for a moment, the cocky grin disappearing from his face as a bright red mark rose on his cheek. Then, as he realized what the beautiful young teacher had done to him, he snarled and furiously lunged toward her. Ellen was certain he would have tried to hurt her in return had it not been for the quick intervention of the cooler, dark-haired Sid who hurriedly placed himself between her and Tom. The frightened teacher watched the powerful sinews rippling gracefully beneath the fabric of Sid's cotton shirt as he effortlessly restrained the taller, more muscular-looking Tom from attacking her quaking body.
"Hey, man, cool it, will you?" Sid murmured soothingly to his struggling, angry-eyed friend. "You're going to get us into a whole load of bad, bad trouble if you try to do any damage to this lady. You have to remember ... she's doing this of her own free will. In fact, it's all her idea!"
"What?" Ellen gasped, her eyes round with astonishment. "You must be absolutely insane. What am I doing of my own free will?" The question obviously didn't need an answer and, realizing the boys' vile intentions, she decided to make an attempt to brazenly bluff her way out of the frightening situation. "Why, that's absurd. How could you think that anyone would ever believe that I would voluntarily ... "
"Listen, baby," Sid chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious self-assurance as he leaned back against the nearest bookcase. "Why, we've got at least seven friends who would swear in court that you were leading us on. And, by the way," he added tauntingly, "the rest of the boys in that classroom weren't exactly sleeping when you made those bedroom eyes at Tom and me." He shook his head in mock horror. "What would your husband think if he knew you were here corrupting the morals of us innocent youngsters, Mrs. Ames?"
With a sinking heart, Ellen realized that the boys had closed off any possible means of escape. Still, she couldn't live with herself if she gave up without a struggle. "But anyone who knows me ... " she began.
The shorter boy looked at her with disbelief apparent in his eyes, then groaned with disgust. "Oh, baby, come on! Do you really expect us to swallow that line? How could anybody with a body like yours be as innocent as you're putting on. We may be young, but we're not stupid."
Ellen shuddered as his words triggered a painful memory. Sid had just said almost the same thing she had heard that dreadful night she had lost her virginity, the same thing her young classmate had said before he brutally attacked her. That teenaged student hadn't believed her either and had been completely astounded when he had discovered, too late, that she truly was a virgin. Instinctively, the gorgeous teacher knew that it would do her no more good to try and protest this time. As that boy had said, so many years ago, in the back seat of an old Studebaker, "A guy just has to look at you and he develops a one-track mind!" Ellen could almost understand how these boys, seven years later, could think that she had a one-track mind too!
Knowing already that resistance would be useless, she didn't bother to struggle very much when the youthful blonde student, Tom, elbowed past his friend and roughly pulled Ellen toward his strong body. Disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful young arms crushed her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, finding it and pressing his lips to hers in a tight, grinding manner. She groaned and feebly tried to squirm away for a sudden panicky moment as she felt Tom begin to softly massage his warm palm into the high plush mound of her right breast, gently pinching at the nipple beneath her sweater.
Despairing, she allowed herself to go limp against him, surprised at the softness of his warm lips against her own, and once more the little butterfly-like sensations began to flutter excitedly through her stomach. To her amazement, even though she knew it was terribly, horribly wrong, her senses began to suddenly awaken with desire for the hard-muscled young blonde who held her, for the touch of his lithe young flesh against her own. Tom's obvious desire for her aroused her even more, until she unconsciously ceased her struggles and unthinkingly pressed forward in an attempt to encourage him further with her seductive, suggestive movement.
Then, suddenly, her mind was wrenched back to the reality of the moment by the shock of another, cooler hand slipping under the back of her sweater, sliding smoothly over her ribs, then wriggling under her bra to cup her naked, throbbing left breast. Again, Ellen desperately tried to struggle away from the vice-like grip of Tom's arms, her whole beings once again suddenly filled with revulsion at what was happening to her, but standing behind her, Sid only chuckled darkly and squeezed her breast more tightly and Ellen could feel the dark-haired boy grinding his stiff, hard member into her buttocks, pressing her skirt into the soft, quivering crevice, while his friend held her captive in his long, muscular arms.
One of the boys suddenly gave a sudden, cruel pinch against her soft rubbery nipple and she clenched her teeth tightly together, not wanting to give the two teenagers the satisfaction of hearing their teacher groan aloud. Then, Sid's tongue flicked wetly into her ear, making her forget the pain of a moment before and causing her to squirm back against his hard, virile cock. While Tom held her so tightly that she could feel his rising penis pressing into the soft flesh of her abdomen, Sid's other hand slid down over her hips and around them to clamp down over the mound of her pelvis.
This time, she could not ignore the sudden, unchecked sensations of pleasure that were beginning to surge through her against her will. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her strength against the forbidden excitement, but the soft fingers nipping teasingly at her breasts, the hot lips smashing down into her mouth, the hardness of the two cocks digging into the softness of her buttocks and belly, were all too much for her and soft moans of helpless submission began to rise from deep in her heaving chest.
This was different from anything that had ever happened to her before. All her life, except for that one night when she had lost her virginity, when the pain had ruined any enjoyment she might have found in her first sexual experience, there had never been one instance when a male had touched her so intimately, except for Richard. Now, for the first time, she was prey to the feelings of excitement that accompanies all forbidden pleasure and Ellen was horrified and frightened as she realized the intensity of her own response.
"Jesus Christ, baby, you're built like an angel," she heard Sid breathe hoarsely into her ear. "But, you're no angel, are you, Mrs. Ames? I can tell you're going to want this fuck just as badly as we do!"
"Oh, God, noooo, don't, don't ... don't, please," Ellen whimpered helplessly as she felt the lewd, delicious feelings of unwanted lust rippling across her skin at the very sound of the obscene word she had heard. "No one ... no one but my husband has ever ... "
"Oh, you're a good girl, are you?" he taunted wetly into her ear. "Well, you weren't being a very good girl when you looked at Tom, this afternoon. And now we're going to show you how much fun you can have being a bad girl. Yeah, a very, very bad girl ... " he added as his fingers began to slowly gather up the hem of her short skirt.
"Oh, please, no!" she cried as she realized what he was about to do. "Don't touch me there! You mustn't! Please, no!" She groaned and tried to twist away, using all of her fading willpower to try to overcome the whirlpool of sensation that was building up deep in her belly.
Then, her breath caught in her throat as she felt the hem of her heavy woolen skirt brush across the very tops of her thighs and his fingers suddenly come in contact with the softness of her exposed flesh. An almost electrical sensation tingled over the smooth, white flesh of her legs as she felt Sid's finger slowly worming under the tight elastic leg-band of her nylon panties, slyly insinuating itself forward from the rear until she felt it come to rest on the sensitive lips of her cunt, teasing thrillingly at the light, furry covering of pubic hair. Her arms were securely locked against the chest of the blonde Tom who was still tightly holding her, but still she wriggled frantically, trying to escape the two boys and her own mounting lust. It was a futile battle and she sobbed helplessly as the finger played for a moment and then suddenly curled up into the moist slit, parting the soft pubic hair, the nail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, immediately sending it into quivering erection. Completely humiliated by her own reaction, Ellen knew that she was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being and she breathed deeply to restrain the groaning of agonizing pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
The beautiful redhead shuddered with delight as she felt Sid's hand moving deeper between her thighs, opening the throbbing lips of her vagina to tormentingly circle around and around, and finally slip through the tight elastic mouth of her pussy, igniting tiny explosions in all her raw, shattered nerve-endings. The rigid bulk of Sid's cock wedged insistently tighter into the valley between her defensively clenching buttocks, pulsating like a living time-bomb about to go off. Tom's huge, stone-hard prick seemed like some kind of angry weapon pressing mercilessly against the soft, giving flesh of her belly, rubbing rhythmically as he rotated his hips against her sweater. The two hands on her breasts were squeezing and pulling at the tender, sensitive flesh with a nearly hypnotic regularity that matched the motion of Sid's thick finger as it sawed maddeningly in and out of her involuntarily contracting pussy. Suddenly, her willpower broke completely and she knew she couldn't deny it any longer, could not ignore the fiery tension that was dulling her mind and making her feel as though her body would burst into flames at any moment.
Without conscious volition, Ellen began to moan softly, urgently murmuring, "Yes, yes, oh, yes, please. I want to ... I want you now!"
As though they had been waiting for these very words, the two boys immediately loosened their holds on her impassioned body and Ellen felt one of them working feverishly at the side zipper of her skirt while the other worked excitedly at her sweater, pulling it quickly up over her head. She no longer struggled, but stood mute, almost impatient herself, as they stripped her of her clothing, Sid unfastening her bra while Tom almost tore her tiny, lace-trimmed bikini panties in his impatience to pull them down her legs. At last they moved back, studying their work, leaving Ellen standing in the dimly-lit doorway, naked except for her lacy garter belt, silk stockings and high-heeled shoes. For a moment she was embarrassed, feeling like she must look like some sort of cheap French whore in the garments that still remained on her body, but one glance at the boys' faces removed her fears of being laughed at. They stood a few feet away from her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, obviously amazed at the taut magnificence of her beautifully rounded figure and smooth, gleaming white flesh. In that moment, when she could clearly see that she was the most fantastic woman they had ever viewed, Ellen felt warm and almost motherly toward the two youths and, to her amazement, she found that the feeling made her want them more than ever. She wanted to feel their young, unsullied flesh against her own, to know that in the years since she had left school, she had not lost even one iota of her sexual allure.
Tom gasped in awe, "God, but you're beautiful!"
Smiling serenely, Ellen took his hands and placed them against her swollen breasts, taking care to make sure that his thumb tips were securely pressed against her tight, diamond-hard nipples. She looked down at the foreign hands wrapped around her smooth high mountains of flesh and the rising tide of passion within her ripped through her last vestige of defense.
"Please, Tom ... Sid ... please ... now," she murmured brokenly, not knowing what she was saying or even what she wanted to say. She only knew that she wanted whatever was going to happen to happen ... now!
His hands still tightly clamped around her breasts, the triumphantly smiling Tom turned her body around and backed her toward the reading table. As the boy used her beautiful breasts as though they were no more than handles on a wheelbarrow, Ellen felt a surprising thrill of a strange, new kind of excitement. It was almost as though she wanted to be used, to be taken and even humiliated by these two adolescent boys who she would be teaching every day. She wanted to turn herself over to them, to let them be the teachers and show her the way to ever-increasing heights of passion.
Suddenly, as the blonde boy insistently moved her backward, she ran into the table, her knees catching and buckling at the edge. Tremors surged through Ellen as her buttocks landed on the table, the cold wood excitingly contacting against her warm flesh. She was alive with sensations she had never before known. Never before had she experienced such depraved wanton craving and her belly quivered and heaved as though she already had one of the youths' long, thick cocks buried deep inside her burning vagina. Her gaze met the lust-glazed blue eyes of the blonde boy in front of her, then quickly travelled past him to where Sid stood, an expression of cocky triumph on his face. His expression disturbed her, made her feel like nothing more than a pawn in a game of power, and, suddenly she felt another tremor of fear in the face of her own uncontrollable passion.
"No, wait, please ... we can't ... it's wrong ... don't touch me anymore, please," she moaned, knowing already that she no longer had the strength or will to resist them.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Ames, we're going to touch you and fuck you and fuck you ... "
Sid's taunting words faded from her consciousness as Tom leaned over and kissed one of her ruby nipples, then enclosed it with his mouth, swirling his tongue thrillingly over the tender, sensitive flesh. Ellen groaned at the exquisite sensations, but still attempted to twist away from the sudden exciting contact, but his hands, playing over her thighs and hips held her firmly to the table. She gasped breathlessly as he began to nibble and suck at the erect pink tips, causing a blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her loins below. Her breathing quickened and, in involuntary reaction, her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the surface of the table. Her eyes closed in rapture as Tom's finger slid deep into her cunt and she began to slowly grind her hips up against the probing member. A last, momentary sense of shame at what she was doing swept over her, even as the prurient quivers agitated her body, while slowly and rhythmically, the boy pushed deeper and deeper inside her moist, throbbing vaginal slit. She tried valiantly to twist away, to make a last desperate stand against the seduction she had started and yet now was helpless to contain, but the pressure of the blonde youth's strong male grip was altogether too much for her to resist in her present state of mind.
She had forgotten about Richard, forgotten about everything in the world, except for the sheer, erotic bliss of touching this glorious young teenage boy with his splendid lusting body and feeling him manipulate her own tingling female flesh.
The beautiful redheaded teacher watched in undisguised delight as the tall blonde Tom reached one hand down to his trousers and began furiously struggling with the zipper, trying to yank it down over the straining bulge in his crotch, when suddenly she heard Sid say, "Hey, hold on a minute, Tom. We've got loads of time. Before we fuck her, why don't we make sure that she's really warmed up!"
Confused at the meaning of the boy's words, Ellen turned around to look at him and saw with a start that Sid had quietly removed his clothing while Tom had been hungrily fondling her naked body. Through her lust-glazed green eyes, Ellen saw that the boy who had not seemed particularly handsome that afternoon suddenly appeared exquisitely masculine. Drunk with passion, she let her gaze wander boldly over his broad hard-muscled body, beautifully tanned and firm, down over his hard sinewy torso to the thick hard penis that stood out from his hairy pelvis. At the sight of the huge rock-hard member, her eyebrows went up and her smoky eyes widened in disbelief while Sid's proud, lewd grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the shiny, knob-like, blood-engorged head, causing his large, dangling, hair-covered balls to sway gently between the thick, muscular columns of his hairy thighs.
"We may be little boys, but we do have what it takes, Mrs. Ames," the boy snickered delightedly as Ellen almost choked with shock at the vision of the unbelievably immense shaft. Sid glanced at Tom for a moment, then grinned salaciously at the other boy's obvious impatience. "This won't take more than a minute or two, stud. It'll give you enough time to get your pants off."
As the still-dressed blonde youth slowly moved away from Ellen, reluctant to give up the teacher's lush body even for a moment, the dark-haired youth moved closer, grasping Ellen's shoulders to push her down until she lay flat on her back on the table, her knees dangling uselessly over the edge. Above her, the naked boy stared lustfully down at her, his greedy eyes feasting lewdly on every soft contour of her ripe female form. His hands moved down over her torso to clasp the firm, white flesh of her sloping hips and she felt herself being slid along the smooth wooden table until she was completely stretched out on the cool, hard surface and she was suddenly aware of the youth's hands on her thighs, gently pressuring her legs apart.
Then, quickly, before she had time to reconsider and clamp her legs together, the dark-haired Sid climbed up onto the table and positioned himself on his hands and knees between her widespread limbs, grinning up at her through the deep valley between her breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless victim and devour it in savage feast.
"Go on, man! Suck her cunt! I want to see how she likes it," she heard Tom urge his friend. Ellen craned her head to see if he too was naked, but before she could locate him in the dimly-lighted room, she jerked in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure as she felt Sid's hot moist lips close over the softly quivering mound at the base of her belly.
"Oh, God! Ooooooooh! Ooooooooooh!" she whimpered as he planted wet, teasing kisses on the swollen lips of her vagina, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the tiny quivering opening. Her head lifted from the table and she watched in mounting excitement as the dark head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her legs. She began to wriggle and squirm her hips in ungovernable little circular motions trying to get more of the delicious sensations, but the boy held back, taunting her with sharp little stabs of his tongue against her tiny, now-erect clitoris.
Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly down over her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his teasing lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then no longer able to bear his cruel tantalizing of her tingling body, she moved her fingers and slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of the moist wet furrow apart, allowing his warm, hungry lips complete access to her moistly pulsating pussy.
In an agony of expectation, Ellen pressed her elbows tightly against her ribs and jerked uncontrollably as the hot, pointed tongue snaked out, its hard little tip circling the quivering erected clitoris. Then, suddenly, the breath rushed from her body in a great gasp as she felt his lips begin to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her cunt lips deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, the sharp-pointed tongue still working maddeningly against the straining pink bud of her clitoris. The sensations were almost more than she could bear and she groaned throatily as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow pink slit, starting at her lower belly and slipping down, down over the tight rimmed opening of her excitedly clenching vagina and into the soft yielding crevice of her flexing buttocks.
Between her wide-splayed thighs, Sid grinned knowingly to himself, then flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her throbbing cunt.
The unexpected wet searing intrusion of the sensitive, rubbery opening brought soft mewling sounds from between her passion-clenched teeth. Her hips ground frantically down into the hard surface of the table as new, unfamiliar sensations went racing lewdly through her writhing body.
"Ooooooh ... my God ... my ... my ... God!" she groaned as he stabbed again into the tight fleshy ring and a wave of tiny goosebumps rippled across her quivering belly and full, heaving breasts.
Below her, Sid worked hungrily, delighting in the feeling of her soft, moist pubic hair brushing gently against his cheeks. A feeling of power was filling him. After all this time of having to take Tom's cast-off girls, just because the stupid bastard was handsomer than he was, it was his plan and his tongue that had this proud, beautiful young teacher squirming and crying for more, completely at their mercy. He had lain awake nights trying to think of a way to show the girls that he was better in bed, smarter and cooler than his good-looking friend, but this gorgeous redhead was better and hotter than any of those silly girls. Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming crevice. He wanted her begging for it when they were ready to ram it to her and she was almost there. He had never seen a woman get so hot so fast and she was going to get what she wanted ... and more! This was only the beginning ... there was a whole year ahead of them!
He knew that she was in no position to fight them anymore and he began to think of all the strange, crazy things they could do to her, today and all the other times they could use her body at will. Who needed Edie or Merrilee or any of the rest of their stupid friends when they had a real woman to fuck anytime they wanted her?
He chuckled in lascivious delight as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his dark hair, guiding his face toward the palpitating opening of her cunt. Just to taunt her, he ran his tongue into the soft rimmed flesh, flicking at it for just a moment then withdrew it to tease again at the throbbing pink edges.
Then, with an animal-like groan of surrender, he let her force him directly down over the tight little hole up between her squirming thighs. His lips rounded and covered the hungrily clasping opening and he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a deep, husky groan from the woman whose soft thighs now closed in convulsive surrender around his bobbing head.
He could feel the wet flesh slip greedily around his long, thrust-out tongue, clamping around his extended member and ripping with a hungry sucking motion as though she were trying to pull him deeper and deeper into her. Her legs flew out around his head, her feet beating on his back, as his mouth and tongue worked wildly at the widespread tightness of her cunt.
Ellen's body felt as though it were on fire. Her crotch jerked forward involuntarily, burying the flicking tongue to its roots again and again. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Random, crazy pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the loud wet sucking noises that Sid was making at her crotch. She wondered momentarily, if they ever made up, how she could ever face Richard again after allowing her body to be used by this young stranger who crouched on all fours between her open legs, and then it didn't matter at all. This was worth any price she would have to pay ... it was worth it to feel like a woman again!
Passion was building in her body faster than she could control it. Her up drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared cunt hole. The tendons in her neck pulled taut as she strained desperately to pull the tousled head even tighter into her upthrust crevice.
Then, suddenly, through the haze of her desire, she distinguished the handsome, cocky smirk of Tom Powell's face grinning down at her and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, while the whirlpools of sensation shooting almost out of control through her loins commenced to build and build and build. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
"Oh, no! Wait! What ... ?" she suddenly cried as the wonderful ministrations of Sid's tongue abruptly ceased, just as she was about to explode in a brain-shattering climax. Her eyes flew open and she saw the dark-haired teenager crawling off the table, being hurried away from her by the blonde, naked Tom. She was so shamelessly aroused now that she did not even look twice at the salaciously grinning Tom, but cried out again and reached down to try to pull Sid back onto the table. She didn't care how wanton she must seem, she was so close ... so close ... she would be able to cum in a minute if only he would just come back and resume his relentless licking and sucking of her hotly tingling pussy.
Then, suddenly, Tom was crouching over her, his face above her and she raised her head so that her eyes could lock greedily on his long, heavy cock jutting thickly from his kneeling body above her. Beside her, she saw Sid moving closer to the table, his chin still glistening from the juices of her cunt and his own saliva. The sight of him made her feel even more frustrated than before and her crotch began to grind frantically into the air, searching for the hard, blood-filled tip of Tom's rigid stiff cock. There was nothing in her mind but the aching void deep between her legs and she wanted to fill it ... now!
The handsome blonde teenager tried to tease her, grinning down at her agony of passion in smug delight. Ellen lay still with her thighs wide open, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as she tried to capture the rigid rod of flesh in the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly sucking pussy. The heavily-breathing Tom leaned over her and let his lips roam wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing her buttocks to grind even more impatiently into the table's surface.
"Jesus Christ, you're hot," he said in awe as he lifted his head from her chest. His eyes gleamed lustfully as he added, "and I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before. I want to see you really move that little ass, Teach baby!"
Ellen lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness excited her more and more and yet the feeling of guilt was beginning to return to her mind. What would happen to her if anyone ever found out? she wondered fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck you until there's nothing left for old Sid," he breathed hoarsely. "And then Sid's going to fuck you until you're bow-legged!"
"Oh, no ... Tom, please ... maybe," she began, almost whimpering in the torment between her guilt and passion. But then, he lowered his body a little and she felt his fleshy hardness lying against the full length of her quivering open slit. The jerking head of his cock rested throbbing between her wide-spread buttocks and worked its way up and down in a maddening teasing motion that caused her once again to twist her hips toward it, all doubt draining from her mind.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, grinning in triumph above her. "Then, take it and put it in!"
"Yes ... yes ... " she moaned and reached down between their bodies to wrap her fingers around the thick shaft of hardened flesh. An unexpected flash of fear welled in her as she felt its thickness and she wondered how long it had been since she had taken a man's penis inside of her. It must have been more than a month ago, she realized, and this boy's throbbing cock felt even bigger than Richard's. Would she be able to take this huge penis all the way up inside her after being chaste for so long? she wondered in sudden fear.
"Go on ... " she heard Sid snap impatiently from beside her. "Put it in!"
Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, Ellen guided the stone-hard prick up the valley of her buttocks to the passion-drenched hole of her cunt, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her pussy, and the electrifying contact sent shivers of further pleasure coursing through her. She held Tom's cock in place with one trembling hand and placed the other on his buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing need that was burning out of control in her belly.
The handsome Tom grinned obscenely above her, trying with all his willpower to taunt her a few moments longer. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling his beautiful squirming teacher on his aching cock. Then, suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this exciting, lush-bodied woman wriggling frantically beneath him like a bitch in heat, while the head of his cock was barely disappearing into the soft auburn hair of her writhing pussy. He had to fuck her and quick!
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm tits tightly against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid into her hungry clasping pussy like a raging freight train. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her ass, his hard tanned stomach boring hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.
To her amazement, the seemingly huge cock had slipped easily into her lust-soaked cavern without pain and Ellen strained back against him, trying to get even more of him into her insanely quivering cunt. She rotated her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling member, her vagina dilating as her passion mounted, but he was not big enough to satisfy her wild cravings. Groaning in frustration, she splayed her legs wider to allow him greater access but it did no good.
Unaware of her dissatisfaction, the blonde youth began pistoning his rampant cock in and out of her, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as his pelvis hammered against her crotch with each pile-driving thrust. Then, Ellen moaned again. He was bringing her to climax by the savage pounding of his body alone.
She bucked madly beneath him, gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster in a wild race for completion. Abruptly, she sensed the blonde youth's plunging rod stiffen without warning. Her insane pelvic motions had been too much for him and he could not hold back any longer. With a soul-searing groan, he gave one last crushing thrust into her throbbing expanded cunt and began spurting his load of hot white cum deep up into her desperately contracting belly.
"No! No! Wait ... wait!" she cried in desperation, but it was too late. She tried to stop his stream with the grinding of her seething crotch up against his pelvis, clenching her buttocks tightly together, but her very eagerness defeated her purpose. The nibbling of her pussy milked out the last drops of Tom's sperm and the final spurt of his hot load gurgled deep inside her flaring womb.
The handsome boy rolled useless and drained from her still squirming form, a thin string of white sticky liquid trailing from his cock over her thigh to the floor beside the table to where he slid in exhaustion. Then, miraculously, there was another form hovering above her. Then, through her haze of unfulfilled desire, her eyes focused on Sid's cock, extending from his loins like a huge arm with a tightly balled fist at the end. In a split second, Ellen realized that the dark-haired youth's penis was bigger than his friend's cock, larger in fact than any male organ she had ever imagined.
"Oh, my God," Ellen whimpered. "I can't ... you're too big ... you'll kill me ... " she gasped in terror, her mouth dropping open in anguished disbelief.
The husky Sid just stared down at her in sardonic amusement. "You think so?" he taunted, chuckling cruelly. "Teach baby, when you get this thing all the way in you, you're going to really know what fucking's all about!"
He dropped down across her belly, the hardness of his cock surging against her belly. He slithered his body downward until the monstrous gleaming head pressed open the sperm-drenched lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes with a shudder as she felt its first thrilling contact with her still-unsatisfied pussy. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, not daring to move or even breathe.
He pushed.
"Aaaagh," she gasped as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina being forced open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the relentless pressure of Sid's thrusting hips. The pain was harsh and she unthinkingly resisted for a moment, but suddenly the huge, blood-swollen tip slipped through the opening and Ellen felt as though her thighs were about to split apart from the pressure.
Sid shoved again, harder, and heard her groan more loudly. He liked that. He wanted Tom to hear each of her pleas for mercy. He wanted his friend to know that he, Sid, had something that Tom could never match, something that would bring women to their knees many years after Tom had lost his youthful good looks. There was nothing more powerful than a huge stiff prick, Sid triumphantly thought to himself.
Ellen tossed her head wildly from side to side on the hard wood as the massive cudgel sunk another cruel inch inside of her. She felt as though her cunt lips were being stretched to the point of tearing.
"Please, no, please! You're hurting me! You're hurting me!" she cried in agony. Her eyes jerked open and she saw him grinning sadistically above her. In shocked fear, she realized that he was enjoying her anguish. He was killing her and enjoying it! He was delighting in watching, her suffer under his brutal relentless penetration of her narrow passageway!
Then, suddenly, she saw his grin fade and he grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders so that her ankles were wedged behind his neck. His face a mask of savage lust, Sid rammed forward with all the strength in his hips and thighs, sinking the massive lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt. It speared forward, driving the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it, until she felt his balls slap tightly against her jerking anus as she screwed her buttocks frantically against the table in a futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement.
"Oh, God, ooooooooh," she cried, her skewered body pinioned helplessly to the hard wooden table. Sid's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the table, his wide-spread knees held her thighs wide apart. She felt as though her vagina had been ripped into a thousand tiny shreds, as though it was about to come out of her throat as its rubbery head pressed hard against her cervix. She could feel every vein and ridge on the fiery rod of flesh as it completely filled and stretched the soft flesh of her cunt, jerking and throbbing inside of her until she was certain it would bore right through the tortured sheath.
Sid watched her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. His teacher's face was contorted with the pain of that first vicious stab and incoherent whimperings were coming from deep in her throat. He could feel her palms against his hips, trying to hold him back from sinking the blunt, hard fleshy staff any further into her wide-stretched pussy.
He was sure that she had never been filled so completely and he gloated to himself as he held her pinned in the lewd and humiliating position. He levered himself up and looked down between them to where his curly dark hairs were entangled with her pale reddish pubic thatch, the thick base of his mammoth prick barely showing above the moist pink furrow he had licked into fiery receptiveness only a few moments ago. He knew that Tom was looking too and could see how the tight lips of her cunt were stretched almost beyond endurance, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the glistening base of his cock.
Ellen wriggled miserably beneath him, feeling the hot searing pain of his sudden brutal intrusion tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her buttocks in a futile attempt to force out the huge invading cock, but the clenching of her internal muscles seemed only to excite Sid more and the monstrous cock plowed deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. Then, in spite of the pain, her body began to again demand the fulfillment it had been so long denied.' She could feel the hard rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his balls dangling in the crevice of her ass. She could smell the rich, pungent odor of Tom's sperm where it had trickled out of her cunt and dried along the crevice between her buttocks. Suddenly, it all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced through her mind.
The pain began to seem only a part of the greater pleasure she was seeking and the delicate moist walls of her cunt began to clasp around his fleshy cudgel hungrily, her hips slithering upward to devour the length of Sid's young lust-hardened cock. His big balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her ass, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as she began a slow rhythmic undulation to meet the young stud's long, spearing strokes.
Sid locked his saliva covered mouth over hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low animal grunts of pleasure forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that position as he rammed into her. Reaching around between them, he forced his hands between the table and the full white cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the rounded cheeks far apart.
They were flexing and unflexing, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked them harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his young virile cock to greater and greater depths ...
For Ellen, the pain had vanished now and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety delight rumbled from her throat. Her legs jerked and quivered in uncontrolled abandon and the sinews in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed wantonly beneath him. There was nothing left in her mind but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this teenage boy, one of her own students, who was fucking her into an oblivion of sensuality!
Above her, Sid withdrew his deeply imbedded prick until just the tip of the head rested in her. Then, he rammed forward with all his strength to bring even further moans and cries from the beautiful woman. He could hear the wet flat smack each time his belly thudded against her pelvis and the full throbbing length of the incited member sunk completely into her helpless exposed vagina. He switched to long hard strokes into the steaming passage, slamming his balls tightly against the wide-split crack of her buttocks each time he thrust forward. Sid grinned as a new, lewd thought came into his mind and he slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass and found the small puckered anus cradled defenselessly below his teacher's seething pussy. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working with the movement of her buttocks thrusting up to meet his loins.
Suddenly, he thrust his finger up to the second knuckle in the wrinkled brown opening, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
He pushed more vigorously, causing her feet to twist madly in the air, her toes curling spasmodically against the bottoms of her stockinged feet.
"Ooooooooh, noooooo," she groaned angrily at the further outrage of her virginal asshole.
But the dark-haired youth only grinned at her protests and began to work his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her asshole from her cunt, he could feel the sperm-bloated ridge at the bottom of his penis smoothly sliding in and out like a well-oiled piston.
The hoarse cries of pain coming from deep in her chest diminished to mewling whimpers of despair and then slowly began to change and be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
Above her, Sid gave a smile of triumph to his friend Tom who was now standing beside him, watching wide-eyed as the teacher changed from a cringing mass of helpless flesh to a wild, savage animal fighting for sexual fulfillment, while Sid probed methodically into the warm velvety depths of her rectum. She was hopelessly impaled between Sid's hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his finger shoved deep in her asshole. Tom had never seen a woman's asshole being used this way and it started him thinking. If a man could ram a finger in there, why not ...
Boldly, the tall blonde Tom moved closer and moistening a finger with Ellen's flowing cunt juices, he tentatively shoved one of his own fingers into the teacher's anus, sinking it beside Sid's all the way up to the palm of his hand. Together, Tom and Sid both dug their fingers cruelly into the woman's soft fleshy anal passage.
"Oh, please, noooo! Noooooo!" Ellen cried as she tried to jerk away, her buttocks rising several inches off the table in her effort to escape the sudden second intrusion of her backside. But, with perfect timing, Sid tensed his buttocks and rammed forward with his pelvis, driving his cock into her cunt as far as it would go. As Ellen pulled back to keep the mammoth stone-hard prick from ripping past her cervix, she unintentionally impaled herself on the two. up-probing fingers. She grunted in surprise as she realized that the pain she had expected was mixed with a strange kind of pleasure. A moment later, she was moaning and mewling beneath Sid,, twisting and squealing in insane abandon at the double ravishment of her loins. Her head flailed from side to side as her body became an electric mass of tingles that shot through her nerve ends, half in pain and half in pleasure.
Sid snaked his other hand slowly upward from the smooth white globes of her ass to one of her passion-bloated tits, tightly clamping his strong fingers around the soft mound of flesh like a huge bird wrapping his talons around its defenseless prey. He fondled and played with her taut erect nipple, bringing softer moans of sensual delight from her moist open lips. At the same time he could feel the slippery warm passage of her pussy flowering open in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock as it plunged into her.
He began long, hard strokes that drove her relentlessly back along the smooth surface of the reading table, plundering her exposed cunt and sharing her anus with Tom's finger, teasing mercilessly at the tiny, open hole, giving her no respite from the pleasure growing deep in her belly. Ellen's arms were pinned down to her sides by her own up drawn legs and she could feel the giant head sliding up and down in her warm viscous passageway. Maddeningly cool rushes of air blew between her thighs each time Sid withdrew for another thrust.
"Uuuuuugh!" she grunted as the dual invasion of her exposed loins began to speed up, cock and fingers entering and withdrawing with the same savage rhythm. The table began to rattle slightly below them, in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sound of their deep straining grunts and Tom's tortured breathing as his youthful penis attained another erection filled the dusty air of the tiny library room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous sucking sound of Sid's monstrous cock going in and out of Ellen's wildly contracting vagina.
"Oh ... oh ... more, yes, more!" the beautiful redhead chanted beneath Sid, almost incoherent in her desire, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of abandoned passion. Her body met each of Sid's pounding lunges with her own insane frantic rhythmic thrashing. Her entire body was like an expanding balloon, growing ... growing ... ready to burst. She sucked wildly as Sid's tongue flickered into her mouth, filling every entrance to her body with the wonderful indescribable pleasure.
Ellen could feel her insides splitting painfully as the head of the deeply sunk prick suddenly began to flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear her womb asunder. She jerked up toward Sid, sucking greedily at his penis with the muscles of her cunt and clenching her anus around the fingers that sawed in and out of her back passage.
Then, suddenly, it began to spurt and she could feel the delicious hot liquid shooting into her like burning fire, filling her dilated cunt like molten lava. She gave one long low scream and splayed her legs high into the air, as wide apart as they would go to give the jerking cock and fingers greater access to her loins. She could feel the pores of her cunt clasping tightly around the throbbing penis, erupting in answer again and again as she spilled her own white hot cum into the already drowning cavern of her pink quivering passageway. Their combined cum juices overflowed from her drenched vagina as her nostrils flared wide and long gasping breaths escaped raspingly from her lungs as though she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist.
Even though she was completely exhausted, she didn't want it to stop, not ever! She desperately jerked her hands free and reached frantically around and under her squirming buttocks with both hands to desperately milk at the balls pressed into the split of her behind. Her legs kicked out, trembling uselessly in the air on either side of Sid's body, while his huge member continued to jerk out its completion.
"Oh, fill me, fill me," she moaned breathlessly as the sperm filled her cunt and foamed out the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his cock, soaking the soft pubic hair in which it was buried. She sucked voraciously at the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her mouth while the hot walls of her jerking cunt sucked hungrily at the lustfully throbbing cock.
When the satiated young penis gave its last spasmodic jerk, the last drop sucked from it, Sid collapsed across her body, feeling Ellen's insides still gushing forth around his limp deflated cock. It seemed to go on forever until she too suddenly gave one last jerk and quivered to limp stillness, her legs dangling limply over the sides of the reading table. She moaned softly as she felt the fingers slipping out of her rectum with a wet hissing sound. She felt filled and completely satiated, and even her shame and guilt could not burn through the lovely pink haze of contentment that seemed to surround her.
Then, suddenly the consciousness of her act burst through her and Ellen thought of where she was and who was lying above her, whose thick but receding cock was still soaked in her vagina. She groaned involuntarily at the first wave of horrible remorse that swept over her and looked away as Sid struggled to his elbows and looked down into her face. After that wanton and obscene performance she had given, Ellen was certain that both boys must think that she was some kind of slut and she no longer was certain that they were wrong. Tears stained her cheeks as she realized that there was no pardon or justification for what she had done.
"Good Christ, what is it with you, anyway? I've never known anyone like you," she heard Sid gasp incredulously. "Y-you're terrific! Are ... are you happy ... with your husband, I mean?"
Certain that the usually sarcastic Sid was again making fun of her, Ellen still could not bear to look at him, but muttered miserably, "Yes ... yes, I'm very happy with my husband. Now, please let me up, Sid. I have to go home." What would Richard think if he ever knew what she had done? the beautiful redhead wondered mournfully. If only she could go to him now. Then, she felt a flash of anger as she remembered why she had left Richard. Well, this was what he had wanted, she mused bitterly. And now she had done it ... desecrated their marriage by making love, no, fucking! ... another man, no, a boy, two of them. It was just too bad that her darling Richard couldn't have been here to see how much she had enjoyed it. Maybe he had been right all along; maybe she had needed some "outside stimulation" just as much as he!
Trembling with anger and humiliation, Ellen waited silently until Sid had climbed off the table, his limp penis coming from her pussy with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of air flowed over her loins and body when he rose. As a long sigh of drawn out relief breathed from her heaving chest, she closed her legs tightly together.
Now, with the heat of her body no longer betraying her, Ellen was torn with despair. She could feel every strained and sore muscle in her ravished body and she knew that she could no longer consider herself better than the husband she had deserted. She was as much of an animal as he. Somewhere in her mind, she still hoped that she might wake up and find that this had all been nothing more than a nightmare, but she knew that wouldn't happen. Mentally she was crushed, physically she was bruised and sore, and her genitals throbbed with a dull continuous ache.
"Listen, man, I have to fuck her again. This thing's so hard it's going to break if I don't do something quick," she heard Tom say with urgency in his voice.
Ellen was just about to beg for mercy when she heard Sid answer firmly, "Man, the lady's had enough for one time. You may not know enough about women to understand what I'm talking about, but this Mrs. Ames is the finest woman I've ever known. With a woman like her, you just wait until she's ready and she'll make it more than worth your while."
Despite her shame, Ellen couldn't help but feel a warm glow of pride at the boy's words and she wondered if he was speaking the truth. God knows, she had never been so excited in her life as she had been that afternoon. And, someday, if the circumstances were right, she had to admit that she hoped this experience, or something like it, might happen again.
"Aw, come on, Sid," she heard Tom whine. "Don't give me that crap. I don't give a shit if she just lies there like a dead horse. I just want to get my nuts off."
"Man, just shut up and get your pants on," Sid answered with a hint of menace in his voice. "If you're all that horny, you can take Merrilee out tonight. This lady is no dead horse; she just needs a rest. She deserves the best and she'll let us know when she wants it."
A moment later, as the door closed behind them, Ellen rose from the table and moved toward her crumpled clothing. She could hear the two boys walking through the other room of the library to the corridor beyond, still softly arguing with each other. No longer caring about how she must look in her stockings and lace garter belt, she picked up her flimsy nylon panties from the floor and slowly pulled them up over her aching legs.
She felt more confused and uncertain than she had ever felt in her life ... not because of what she had done, but what she had heard Sid say before the two teenagers left her alone in the tiny reference room. Why, he had almost made her feel proud of succumbing to such debasing humiliation, for acting like nothing more than a cheap whore. For a moment she imagined what she must have looked like at the height of the passionate union: hands running through Sid's hair, her thighs trembling, her belly quaking in the throes of her climax as she felt the unleashed pool of boiling teenage sperm he had emptied into her.
She shuddered, fumbling as she tried to fasten her bra behind her back, then managed to close it just before she heard the soft knock at the frosted glass door.
She tensed in fear then leapt to the door to hold it shut against the person who might be about to discover her, half undressed, in the school library. "P-please, wait ... just a moment ... " she whispered breathlessly as she leaned against the door and tried to reach her skirt and sweater where they lay in scattered heaps on the floor. In that moment, she vowed that if she ever managed to get her clothes on and escape discovery by whoever was outside the door, she would never, never allow anything like this to happen again.
With her shoulder still tightly wedged against the door, she was hurriedly pulling her skirt up when she heard Sid's voice from outside the room. "It's just me, Mrs. Ames," he said quietly. "Don't worry, I won't come in."
"What do you want?" she managed to breathe, as she felt her legs trembling with relief.
"Well, I ... I just wanted to say thank you," he said quietly. "It was really terrific."
"Oh, I ... I ... " Ellen faltered, not knowing what to say. She paused for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts, then whispered, "You won't tell ... anyone, will you?"
The silence on the other side of the door seemed to go on forever before Sid answered her. "Mrs. Ames, I wish to God that even Tom didn't know about you. I wish you didn't have a husband. I wish ... " His voice faded off and Ellen could sense his embarrassment.
"Sid, I'm flattered, I think," she said slowly, trying to think of the right words with which to answer the adolescent who had turned her body into a quivering mass of desire only a few minutes before. He seemed wiser, in some ways, than any man she had ever known, and yet she knew he was really a boy and had to be treated gently.
"What I'm trying to say," she finally went on, "is that I can't ever let this happen again. It shouldn't have happened this time. But ... but, I'm not sorry."
"Y-you mean it was ... good for you too," the boy managed.
Ellen smiled at his uncertain tone. How could he not know? she wondered. "It was good ... very good, Sid. I'll never forget it."
"Me either. Maybe, sometime, you'll ... "
"Good night, Sid," she interrupted firmly, drawing her sweater up over her arms.
"Yeah, well, goodnight, Mrs. Ames."
She heard his solitary footsteps walking away and Ellen smiled as she thought of the difference in the youth's demeanor when he was with his friends and when he had talked to her just now. Then, as she pulled her pocket mirror out of her purse, Ellen caught sight of the satisfied look on her face. Horrified at her own depravity, she quickly assumed an expression of stern disapproval.
It was bad enough to have thoroughly enjoyed the whole humiliating experience, she thought to herself. It was absolutely unforgivable to be looking so proud of herself.
Chapter 4
Ellen smiled to herself as she watched her fourth period class drifting into the classroom and she wondered which one of the boys would appear at her desk with her daily present. It was early November, almost a month since the encounter in the reference room of the library, and since then, she had come to look forward to her fourth period class as the most enjoyable part of her day. Not only did the students seem to be sincerely interested in her lessons, but all of the boys in the "in" crowd, the ones she had so feared at first, had become model gentlemen. In fact, she almost felt as though she were being courted again. Each day, before class, one of the boys seemed to turn up with a little present ... not anything valuable, she had seen to that! ... but little tidbits of information from psychology journals, or interesting books to lend her, and once, she had even been given some homemade cookies.
At first, soon after the experience in the library, Ellen had been afraid that the boys were trying to bribe her into another trip to the reference room, but she quickly discovered that there was nothing but respect in their gestures. Even Tom, who had seemed a little unruly for a day or two afterward, was now as docile as a lamb. The beautiful teacher was certain that it was all Sid's doing and she couldn't help but wonder what the dark-haired youth had told the others to inspire their lovely treatment of her.
By now, however, she didn't really care. She was pleased and happy with the class, and the other teachers could barely believe the success she was having with the school's problem children. One teacher, the same man who had warned her against them on her first day, had finally asked for her secret method in dealing with the troublesome little clique. Certain she was blushing furiously, she had muttered something about "faith in human nature" and then had not known what to say when the man had started laughing nastily. Well, it didn't matter what he thought, she decided. As long as she could keep the lessons running smoothly, without fear of being physically attacked by one of the boys, she was contented.
In fact, there was only one thing wrong with her fourth period class ... the two girls of the little group. As the boys had become sweeter and more considerate, Edie and Merrilee had seemed to grow more and more angry. Ellen was almost certain that the two girls didn't know about what had happened that afternoon in the library ... but only because she had already heard them say every cruel and biting thing they could think of, well within her hearing, and Ellen had heard nothing about her liaison with Tom and Sid.
The two attractive teenage girls, who had formerly been the focus of all the masculine attention in the little group, now seemed determined to avenge their fall from favor by making Ellen's life as miserable as they could. Each day, the redheaded teacher could count on the girls to try to disrupt the class by chattering, passing notes and asking her insulting and insinuating questions that had only the barest connection with whatever lesson she happened to be discussing. Luckily, Ellen knew she could depend on Sid and the other boys to squelch most of the petty disturbances.
Still, the beautiful young teacher would have liked to be friends with the girls as well as the boys in the "in" group. Edie and Merrilee's attitudes had begun to rub off a little on the other girls in the classroom, and, though the tension was still slight, Ellen was nevertheless uncomfortably aware of the feminine jealousy present during her fourth period. Although she would have liked to be able to explain to the two girls that she had never intended to damage their positions with their boyfriends, the shapely redhead knew it would be wiser to just remain silent and hope everything would pass over. At all costs, Ellen was resolved to maintain the outward appearance that this was an ordinary class, just like any other ... no one must ever know or suspect what had happened to her that afternoon in the library. It was her only chance to escape a repetition of the obscene, humiliating episode.
"Mrs. Ames, can I bother you!"
Ellen's head jerked around from where she had been staring at the papers on her desk, her eyes wide with surprise at the sound of the soft, young, feminine voice. Beside her stood the tall, blonde Edie, looking unusually demure and subdued, her hands wrapped around a rolled-up magazine. Ellen was startled and apprehensive at the girl's unexpected appearance at her desk. It was the first time the girl had spoken privately to her since Ellen had taken over the class, and the auburn-haired teacher couldn't help but wonder about the impulse that prompted Edie to suddenly want to talk with her. Still, the teacher chided herself, it was silly to be so suspicious. This might be the perfect opportunity to patch things up with at least one of the female troublemakers.
"Of course, Edie, what can I do for you?" she answered, smiling warmly up at the slender blonde and hoping that her true feelings of skepticism did not show through the friendly expression.
The lovely student smiled back at her teacher with equal warmth and placed the magazine on Ellen's desk. "Tom brought this for you. It's this month's 'Psychology International.' I asked him if I could bring it up to you," the girl said. Edie's tone of voice was so sweet that Ellen barely recognized it as belonging to the same girl who had been delivering such acid-tongued remarks for the past month.
"Well, that's very thoughtful. Thank you, and him, too," Ellen said cautiously, still uncertain of the reason for the girl's radical change in attitude.
"Um, I'd like to ask you about something too ... " the girl said nervously. Oh God, here it comes, Ellen thought to herself. Tom must have told her what happened and now she's going to drop some kind of bomb on me. The teacher sighed quietly, then turned back to Edie. Her face expressionless, Ellen said softly, "All right, Edie, let's get it over with. What is it?"
"Oh, Mrs. Ames, I don't blame you for what you must think of Merrilee and me, but I just wanted to tell you that we're really sorry," the girl blurted out, her expression worried and seemingly sincere. "Now, after we've goofed around for so long, we're just beginning to realize what a really great class this is. But, we're so far behind ... "
Ellen glanced down at the grade book in front of her and she saw that Edie was speaking the truth. Both girls' grades had been getting consistently worse and they were both in danger of failing the course. Perhaps the two girls were sincerely interested in trying to pull their grades up.
"Well, what do you think we should do?" Ellen asked carefully.
"Gee, I hate to ask you, but do you think we might be able to come after school some day and just go over some things with you so we'll know exactly what we missed," Edie answered, hurriedly adding, "Just whenever it's convenient for you."
Ellen couldn't quite shake her skepticism about the girl, and she wondered if Sid had not been putting some pressure on Edie and Merrilee. Nevertheless, she quickly decided, it would be easy to find out how sincere the two girls really were. "All right, how about this afternoon?" Ellen said suddenly.
"Oh, well, Merrilee's got cheerleader practice today ... " the girl hesitated, then smiled brightly. "Never mind, I'll just come and then I'll tell her everything you tell me! Okay?"
"Fine. I'll see you at three-thirty," Ellen said, smiling briefly at the girl before the tall, blonde student returned to her desk.
Despite her misgivings about the girl's motivation, Ellen felt warmed by the idea that Edie had taken the trouble to humble herself before her, the very woman who had undermined Edie's social position. Perhaps, like Sid, the lithe, blonde girl was actually very mature for her age. Ellen knew for sure that she would never have been able to do something like that when she was in high school and, even now, if another woman took Richard away from her, it would be difficult to be as gracious as Edie had just been.
Richard ... His name popped into her mind lately more times than she wanted to admit and she didn't want to think about him now just as class was about to begin. It had been such a long time now, almost two months, and she hadn't answered his letters or calls since the unwanted experience in the school library. What could she say to him after that? ... Probably he already did have another woman and Ellen would have to be gracious to her someday ... maybe in a divorce court. The thought brought tears to her eyes and she quickly blinked them back ... If only she knew what to do.
Suddenly, her stream of thought was brought to an abrupt halt by the ringing of the bell, signaling the beginning of the class. Pushing her personal problems to the back of her mind, she rose from the desk and smiled toward the little group that had re-gathered in the back corner and then at the rest of the class. To her delight, the students, all of them for a change, smiled back.
Chapter 5
"What did you say this was, Edie?" Ellen asked the blonde girl who shared her desk in the empty classroom. It was almost quarter-after-four and they were just now finishing the study session. The teacher took another sip from the plastic cup she was holding, drained off its contents, then looked inquiringly at the girl beside her.
"It's a licorice coke," the girl explained, smiling slightly. "It's the newest thing at the drug store. That's why I was a little late. I ran down there after school to get us something to drink. I thought you might like it."
Ellen felt slightly embarrassed for she was not certain if she had already asked Edie the same question once, maybe twice, before. It must be that she was tired, she thought to herself. When the girl had first brought in the two drinks, Ellen had been a little suspicious of their content but she had tasted no alcohol in them. In fact, now, she did not feel drunk at all but almost tingled with excitement ... it was just that her mind was a little muddled for some reason.
"Yes, I did like it very much," Ellen replied, setting the tall cup down on her desk then closing the psychology textbook. "Well, I think we've about covered everything ... "
As she sorted through the papers on her desk, trying desperately to clear her mind, Ellen did not notice the girl checking the clock on the wall beside her. The flustered teacher was just about to rise and get her briefcase from the other side of the desk when Edie gently touched her arm. The slight contact sent electric tingles racing through her nerves and Ellen wondered again what in the world was wrong with her that afternoon.
"Please, there's just one more thing that I wanted to ask you about, if you don't mind," Edie said anxiously.
Although she really wanted to go home and have a hot bath or do some physical exercises on her apartment floor, anything, something to relieve this weird tension that was building up inside of her, Ellen was not really in any condition to try to explain to the girl. Deciding that it would be easier just to answer Edie's question, Ellen nodded wordlessly and settled down in her chair again.
It was four-thirty when they finally left the classroom. As she turned to lock the door, Ellen saw through the classroom windows that the janitor was climbing into his car in the school parking lot. Though she was confused and dazed, Ellen realized that for the second time since she had begun teaching she was alone in the school building with a student. Of course, this time there was no reason to feel afraid, of that she was certain. Edie had been courteous and attentive all through the study session and in fact had known much more about the lessons than Ellen would have thought by the girl's grades. Ellen was sure that if she hadn't been so tired or tense, or whatever it was, she could probably have brought Edie right up to the level of the rest of the class in the one afternoon session, but nevertheless, at least the pretty blonde student knew her weak points now.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Ellen whirled around at the sound of the girl's voice, then realized that she had been about to turn down the wrong hallway. "Oh, Edie, I'm sorry. I just don't know what's wrong with me this afternoon."
The girl laughed, then took Ellen's arm as they walked down the corridor. Once again, her touch sent strange sensations shooting through the redheaded teacher's body, but she did not pull away for fear of offending the student she had finally befriended. Besides, she thought ruefully, she really did need a little help.
"Don't you worry, Mrs. Ames," Edie crooned softly. "In a little while, you'll be all right ... just as all right as you can be."
"Yes, of course, I will," Ellen murmured, not sure she understood what the blonde girl meant, though unwilling to appear even more stupid at the moment than she already felt for asking for any explanation.
They were approaching the doorway that led to the school's parking lot. Ellen hurried a little, hoping the fresh air might bring her back to normal, but Edie held her back, tightly clasping her arm and purring softly, "Now, now, don't wear yourself out if you're not feeling well. Just take it easy and we'll be there in no time. How do you feel ?"
"I ... I don't know ... a little dizzy, maybe ... "
"Maybe we should get Sid and Tom to take you home," the girl answered with a strange smile.
"Tom and Sid?" Ellen mused aloud, unaware of the odd inflection in the girl's voice. "Yes ... maybe they would."
"Oh, Mrs. Ames," Edie cried out suddenly. "It's Merrilee ... I think there's something wrong with her!"
Ellen suddenly realized that the petite brunette student was standing, almost leaning on the other side of the door, her face contorted with pain, her arms wrapped tightly around her body.
"Oh God, hurry," Ellen gasped as she rushed headlong toward the door. The long-legged Edie was there first. A moment later Ellen was close enough to help Edie support Merrilee's limp, trembling form.
"We'd better take her out to my car," Ellen said anxiously, hoping that she would still be able to drive properly. "We can take her to the hospital."
"No, it's better if we just take her to the school nurse's office," Edie said firmly, already guiding the moaning girl in that direction. "We can call a doctor from there if there's anything seriously wrong."
Grateful that the decision had been taken out of her hands, Ellen helped Edie lead the swaying Merrilee to the nearby office. On the way, she tried to find out what happened to the seemingly ill brunette. But both her and Edie's queries went unanswered as they approached the nurse's office in the deserted school building. Merrilee was apparently in too much pain to even hear them.
Even though her own mind felt completely fogged over, Ellen tried desperately to recollect the first-aid she had learned in college, but nothing could get through her strange mental haziness.
"Don't worry, they never lock up this room," Edie said as she saw Ellen fumbling in her purse for her ring of school keys. "They keep it open just for situations like this."
"Thank God," Ellen muttered gratefully as she shouldered the door open and helped ease the moaning brunette student down on the tiny cot inside. When Merrilee was settled down, Ellen sat on the side of the cot, next to the girl, and took one of her hands.
"Merrilee," she whispered urgently, "Merrilee, listen. "You've got to tell me where you hurt. What happened to you?"
The girl lay motionless, her eyes tightly shut.
"Merrilee, please," the worried teacher repeated. "Tell me where you hurt, please!"
Then, suddenly, to Ellen's amazement, the pained expression on Merrilee's face began to fade and her eyes opened slowly. A smug satisfied smile gradually spread over her pert young features as Ellen watched the pretty girl in stunned bewilderment.
"I'll tell you where I hurt, if you really want to know," the tiny brunette finally answered in mock seriousness. "I have this absolutely gruesome pain ... "
"Y-yes, Merrilee?" Ellen prompted anxiously as the girl paused.
The girl's grin broadened to a cocky smirk as she added, "In my ass ... "
"W-what?" the redhead stammered in confusion.
"And I call this pain in the ass ... I call it ... Mrs. Ames!"
Ellen gasped and jumped up from the cot, trembling in anger and disbelief at what she had just heard. This time, it wasn't her mind that was playing tricks on her!
"How ... how dare you talk to me like that?" she demanded, her eyes snapping furiously at Merrilee's complacent grin. "That was unkind and unfair, Merrilee, and believe me, you are going to hear more about this!"
"So are you Mrs. Ames," Edie's voice came from behind her, the cold, acid voice Ellen had hoped never to hear again.
Feeling more dizzy than ever and completely disgusted with the adolescent jealousy the two girls were exhibiting, Ellen closed her eyes and sighed loudly. "Look, you two, I really don't feel well and I haven't the patience or the judgment right now to deal with your silliness. So, why don't you stop being so childish and I'll just forget about this whole ... "
Ellen's words caught in her throat and she was unable to stifle a gasp of dismay as she turned around and opened her eyes wide ... only to see the doorway to the tiny nurse's office completely jammed by a group of lewdly grinning adolescent boys. They were all the boys from the "in" crowd in her fourth period class and a few more she had never seen before.
"Why don't you lie down on the cot, Mrs. Ames ?" Merrilee taunted from beside her. "It made me feel better in no time at all ... "
The tiny brunette girl grabbed Ellen's arm and pulled her back toward the little bed. Once again, the beautiful teacher felt the same tingling sensation and she tore her arm from the girl's grasp and whirled on Edie. Suddenly, everything was beginning to fit together in a terrible, frightening pattern.
"That drink, Edie! What was in that drink ?" she demanded, fear beginning to register on her face.
"I told you," the willowy blonde answered with a small sly smile. "It was a licorice coke." She paused for effect, then added, "Of course the licorice flavor came from some Spanish absinthe Merrilee's father has. He uses it when they bring new members into their swap club." She moved her face close to Ellen's ear, then whispered suggestively, "It ... turns ... them ... on, Mrs. Ames. Gets them real hot down in their snatch!"
The first twinges of real dread began to take a grip on Ellen's befuddled mind. She looked over at the leering boys ... four, five, six of them that she could see. Were there more waiting outside the door? No, this was impossible, she reasoned, her mind barely able to work properly though her body felt as though it had electric currents running through it. Her simple dread of a moment before began to give way to a rising panic and the first stages of sheer horror.
These two young girls couldn't have planned ... they couldn't mean to let those boys ... Oh, God!
"Please, I have to go home," she whispered unevenly. My husband will be ... "
"Your husband won't be there, Mrs. Ames," Edie interrupted. "My father owns your apartment building. You rented an apartment for one person."
"Oh, no ... " Ellen moaned, sinking down onto the cot, her head in her hands. A moment later, she looked up with pleading in her eyes and asked the girls, "What do you want from me?"
"Oh, nothing much," Edie said airily. "Sid and Tom have been acting like you're a fairy princess and we just wanted to show the boys that you're no better than anyone else ... especially not Merrilee and me. So we arranged this little party."
Ellen heard snickers ripple through the group and now her dread started to advance to near paralyzing terror as she gaped from one to the other of the youthful male faces, wearing their masks of lust, and her fate became obvious to her as the fact registered that Sid and Tom were not among the boys present. Then she heard Edie say: "Let's make the teacher a little more comfortable, shall we?"
She saw two or three of the boys begin to advance toward her and, as she continued to stare at their licentious expressions, one after the other, a hand touched her shoulder and she cringed from it, a shrinking tremor surging through her. Her eyes darted around the tiny room like a helpless bird ambushed by a pack of hungry wild cats. Beside her, Merrilee pulled Ellen's coat and purse away from her arm while Edie bent to pick up her briefcase and place it with the teacher's other things on the nurse's file cabinet. Ellen shook her head slowly as she gazed into Edie's pitiless blue eyes, her brain struggling for the proper words of entreaty, even as one of the boys sat down on the bed beside her and gently but firmly forced her shoulders downward until she was flat on her back.
"Please, Edie ... Merrilee, don't do this to me ... I beg you."
"Now there's no reason to get so upset," Edie purred maliciously. "Nobody's going to hurt you as long as you don't give us any trouble. You drank the absinthe ... so we know you're going to enjoy this, no matter what you say."
The evilly-smiling blonde girl moved closer to the bed, then suddenly leaned forward to flip Ellen's skirt up so that the full ripeness of her upper thighs and flat smooth belly were visible to the host of panting boys. Edie licked her tongue around her lips wetly, enjoying the torment the woman on the bed was enduring. The dark triangle of Ellen's pubic hair was clearly visible through the sheer nylon of her panties and Edie could see cocks jerking to erection under some of the boys' trousers. Ellen saw it, too, and she tried to reach down to cover herself, but the boy on the bed quickly grabbed her hands and pulled them back over her head, pinning her wrists to the bed.
Edie cooed softly, then quickly reached over with one hand to stroke at the nylon-covered mound at the base of Ellen's cringing, heaving belly. "Just look at that, guys," she murmured suggestively to the boys standing around the bed. "Her snooty little pussy's waiting. In a minute or two, she's going to be so goddamned hot ... "
Ellen stared at the boys circling around her as she lay helpless on the bed and her heart leapt a little as she saw doubt cross the face of one of the younger boys. The small slim youth stepped back a little, then asked quizzically, "But what if she doesn't, Merrilee? What if she squeals on us?"
Merrilee snorted disdainfully, then said: "Watch this ... " Her hand slipped down between Ellen's thighs and the beautiful redhead involuntarily jerked her hips at the unexpected probe between her thighs. To her horror, Ellen felt sudden tiny wisps of pleasure purling out from the pressure of the girl's hand against her panties ... a girl's hand! God, what was happening to her! she wondered incredulously. Merrilee's grin widened in triumph as she slipped a finger under the elastic of the leg-band between the teacher's clenched legs, then moved her finger up and down the slightly-moistened slit. She dug her finger cruelly into Ellen's unready cunt, bringing a moan of pain and humiliation from the teacher's lips. Her inner thighs automatically relaxed to ease the discomfort of the intruding finger.
"There, there, you see?" the petite brunette cried out with demoniacal glee. "She already wants it. She wants every one of your big hard cocks inside that tight little cunt of hers!"
"Leave me alone," Ellen begged pitifully as she tried to squirm away from the finger inserted deep in her cunt. "My husband will pay you back for this!"
"Your husband?" Merrilee taunted. "Where is your husband, huh? If he's all that worried about you, why doesn't he sleep with you?" The girl's face expressed contempt.
"He does! He does!" Ellen cried miserably as Edie's finger worked in and out of her cunt, sending hot flashes of unwanted pleasure through Ellen's helpless body. "He'll come and get you, I swear he will!"
"Well, I guess we can handle him," one of the older boys chortled.
Ellen turned again to face the boys and then as she watched in a stupor of involuntary passion they moved closer to the bed, surrounding her, and began to unbuckle their belts, letting their trousers slide down their legs, their stiff shafts of different sizes and shapes coming into view wherever she looked. She tried to speak but couldn't. Her words caught in her throat. With strength born of fear, she jerked free of the boy who held her down and swung her feet to the floor beside the bed. Her eyes, now wet with tears, scanned the young male faces, pleading for mercy, but the only answer she received was a hoarse excited laugh as the boy in front of her grabbed her hair, and brutally jerked her head toward him. With his other hand, the youth grasped his jutting penis and rubbed the wet mushroom-shaped tip around her lips. Ellen cringed back in revulsion, the pungent smell and taste of his secretions nearly nauseating her.
"Let's get her clothes off!" a high voice squeaked impatiently from the rear of the group of boys.
"Okay, big man, you do it," someone else snickered, and a weasely-faced boy was shoved toward the side of the bed on which Ellen sat.
Ellen's heart sank in dismay as she recognized Buddy Whitman, one of the handful of boys in her fourth period class she had disliked on sight, the first day she had taught them, and had never found a reason to like since then. Even though he had been polite to her, Ellen had often seen the short, chubby boy trying to intimidate the other students, especially those who didn't belong to the select little group, and she had heard him making snide and nasty jokes about shy girls' looks and poorer boys' clothing. Now, the pudgy youngster leered viciously into the voluptuous teacher's wide, frightened eyes.
Abruptly, Ellen leapt to her feet, her body and drugged brain reacting in one last desperate attempt for freedom. She tried to push her way through the small crowd of boys but they caught her easily, two of them holding her, while the sneering Buddy started to claw at her clothing. There was no way to escape and Ellen clenched her teeth tightly together, fighting off waves of nausea as he drew her thin nylon panties down over her rounded thighs to her knees, then let them fall to the floor around her feet. Eager hands jerked down the zipper of her woolen dress, and then suddenly, that too was on the floor. Other hands slid her stockings down the long white columns of her thighs and her garter belt fell to meet them in the heap of clothing around her ankles. Her brassiere came last as Buddy, who was at least six inches shorter than she, reached up and took a cup in each hand, tearing the garment away as another boy unfastened the back. Ellen heard her young students gasp in obscene appreciation as her firm full breasts popped out like ripe succulent grapefruits, the tiny pink tips hardening involuntarily as they hit the cool air.
Then, they pushed her back on the cot, pulling her legs out from beneath her until she was lying on her back with four of them holding her, each with an arm or a leg so that she was spread-eagle and helpless before the circles of stiff cocks that stood out from loins like a cordon of spears, poised and ready to impale her defenseless body. Suddenly, the boy who had so cruelly rubbed his erect penis over her lips, stepped forward. His eyes roamed over her lush naked form as his short fat cock jerked into view from under his long shirt-tails. Ellen's eyes bulged in terror and she tried for the last time to struggle free. Her first indication of the power of the drink Edie had given her came as the boy leaned gleefully over the edge of the bed and began rubbing his big rough hands over her smooth cringing flesh.
Her reaction was as unexpected as it was violent!
A sudden maddening electric tingling followed the path of the boy's hands, spreading over her flesh in waves of excruciating pleasure until she felt as though her nerve ends must be exploding beneath her skin. As his fingers travelled up her legs, the flesh of her inner thighs came to throbbing life, feeling as though it were being stroked by a thousand tiny feathers and her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress in an attempt to quench the searing hot flame that seemed to be licking hungrily at her naked vagina. The sweet licorice taste of the absinthe wafted lazily through her bloodstream intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensations beginning to course through her against her will. She forced herself to lie still, her mind battling violently against the tiny licking sparks of delicious sensation that threatened to burst into furious blazing passion and devour her in her helplessness.
Fascinated by her ripe beautiful body, the pimply-faced boy above Ellen continued his torturing exploration of her flesh, unaware of the bitter struggle that raged in her mind. His hands traced a path down over her white, smooth belly, finally coming to rest on the fleshy down-covered lips of her throbbing pussy. Ellen held her breath and prayed for strength as the leering teenager slowly brushed aside the softness of her reddish pubic hair and parted the swollen cunt lips, exposing the quivering bud of her clitoris and the moist pink gash between her wide-spread thighs to the eyes of all the others.
Ellen barely heard the gasps and exclamations that followed the exposure of her most secret parts. The exquisite feeling of the air rushing over her throbbing clitoris sent helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves, moving in teasing waves up over her now-heaving stomach and out onto the tightly erect nipples of her quivering breasts, making her forget her fears, her humiliation, her revulsion at the touch of the strange hands roaming over her nakedness. The powerful aphrodisiac Edie had poured into Ellen's drink had finally overcome all the young teacher's resistance and Ellen ceased her struggling as the delicious darts of pleasure pierced through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
The wide-eyed teenager above her, nervously ran his tongue over his mouth, and Ellen then felt his hands tremble from excitement as they stroked up and down the warm wet crevice between her thighs. The ruddy-faced youth did not understand what was turning this mature, beautiful woman into such an insane, writhing mass of flesh beneath his inexperienced hands, but he didn't care. All he could think of was how good it was going to feel to shove his aching young cock into that warm, tight sheaf of moist flesh.
He couldn't wait any longer. As the boys who held her ankles pulled Ellen's legs wide apart, the panting student crawled eagerly onto the tiny cot, positioning himself between the lush fullness of her thighs. Ellen's hips jerked crazily forward as she felt the flimsy nurse's cot sag under the weight of the round-eyed youth. She had never felt so blatantly wanton in her whole life, but it didn't matter. Nothing was real anymore but the fiery demons that danced wickedly along the rough pink edges of her naked cunt. There was only one thing she cared about now. That cock, that short, excitedly hardened cock that hovered so close to her hot, empty, aching tunnel. She wanted that cock more than anything else in the world! And then she heard Edie's lewd, prodding words to the boys.
"Go on, man, fuck the snooty little bitch bowlegged!"
She barely knew now who was kneeling between her thighs as her legs kicked out free from the hands of the boys beside and her heels curled around the panting youth's hips. The gaping wetness of her erotically throbbing cunt bucked up toward him and he fell with a grunt on top of her squirming body. With no further preliminaries, the boy grasped his prick and guided the thick blood-filled head straight into her waiting vagina, his body smashing down on her with a force that drove her deep into the mattress. He levered up, then drove his stone-hard penis as deep as it would go into her hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked heavily against her buttocks before he pulled out to ram his length into her again.
"Oooooooh," she moaned beneath the boy as the warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his shaft of virile young cock flesh. The short, thick cock raced in and out of the depths of her belly, the wetness surrounding it and lubricating the strokes. As the youth ground his pelvis into her writhing flesh, Ellen strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting both of their bodies off the squeaking mattress with the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath the young, pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his driving hips as her head flailed from side to side in wild sexual abandon.
This was what she had needed, and it was so good! The drugged teacher chanted incoherently as the jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly. The boy's tongue rammed deep into her open mouth, his saliva drooling down into her throat, and Ellen sucked insanely at it, her body caught in a mad spiral of naked, raw lust that she had never know existed ... let alone in her. She moaned again as she strained her body toward the peak of sensation that was now so near, so very near.
Then, suddenly, as she bucked uncontrollably beneath the boy, she felt his cock stiffen without warning and begin spewing its white hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
Ellen struggled against the young hands that still pinned her arms and shoulders to the bed. Her peak had been so close and now she wanted to strike out at the exhausted boy who had so cruelly denied her the climax she desperately needed. Suddenly, through the haze of her passion, she watched in a stupor as another teenage youth stepped forward from the group of lewdly grinning students. She did not even look at his face to see who he was. Her passion was so intense that she was beyond caring now. He was a male, with a cock, who could fill her burning pussy. That was all that mattered!
She opened her legs wide, pointing the open hair-lined slit of her cunt directly at the leering boy, grinding it upward in a lewd invitation, spurring him on. Her eyes locked hungrily on the long, thin prick that jutted from his slim loins while the boy paused to hold a whispered conference with the triumphantly smiling Edie who was standing beside the bed. Ellen was barely conscious of the girl's sadistic chuckle and the gleeful nod she gave as the boy hurriedly climbed onto the cot with his beautiful teacher.
Without warning, the youth threw one leg over Ellen's eager, waiting hips and straddled her stomach heavily. Ignoring the teacher's tortured, throbbing cunt, he hobbled forward on his knees, the wrinkled sac of his dangling balls brushing tantalizingly over the soft whiteness of her belly, until his long rigid penis settled between the valley of her full fleshy breasts. He placed a hand on either side of the heaving mounds and smashed them together, placing his aching cock in the warm soft flesh between them.
Beneath him, Ellen was almost crazy with frustration. She wanted him inside her ... not like this! ... and she tried desperately to wriggle up on the bed, but the hands pinning her shoulders down held her fast. She cried out in anguish as she felt the rock-hard penis throbbing against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending sparks of maddening flame down to the quivering slit of her empty wanting cunt.
"Please, no, not like that," she begged. Her lust-glazed eyes sought the boy's face as she cried out, "Fuck me between the legs! Please, fuck me!"
But the teenager had already begun a rocking motion, sliding the blue-veined, heavy prick up and down between her straining breasts. She looked down and moaned in frustration as she saw the red bulbous head appearing and disappearing beneath her chin, gleaming wetly from the seminal fluids that moistened the narrow valley between her tightly-clamped tits. Ignoring her pleas, he thrust faster and faster, his breathing hoarse as his prick began to expand and grow in the tight fleshy passage. Then, before Ellen's horror-stricken eyes, the boy's thick milky sperm began to spurt from the tip, running in sticky streams over her naked white breasts. Hot white rivulets streamed down over her shoulders and throat, soaking the mattress beneath her.
As the boy quickly crawled off of her thrashing body, Ellen's pleading eyes sought Edie and Merrilee who were standing nearby, both openly laughing at the beautiful young teacher's frustration.
"Please, for God's sake, do something," Ellen cried to them. Her cunt felt like a red-hot furnace, twitching like a wild nerve out of control. She felt as though she were going to burst into a thousand quivering pieces if someone didn't fill her starving, blazing vagina, and soon!
"Oh, Mrs. Ames, do you want a real man?" Edie taunted.
"A real man with a big cock!" Merrilee echoed, grinning maliciously.
"Yes, yes, ... please! ... For God's sake! Yes!" Ellen gasped in what she felt was her inhuman need.
"Okay, teacher, you asked for it," Edie shrugged, looking over at the group of boys. "Hey, Buzz."
Ellen stared anxiously at the still-dressed boy who grinned and stepped forward. It was one of the boys she had never seen before, but she didn't care now. She writhed impatiently on the cot as the boy slowly unzipped his trousers, then froze as he dropped his pants down to his knees. Her shameless desire was suddenly replaced by fear as she stared at what his nakedness revealed.
Though the boy was only of average height and build, the trunk of hard-rock flesh that reared up and out between his legs looked like it belonged on a bull more than a man. Groggily, Ellen thought it must be at least ten inches long and two inches wide, and the two monstrous sperm-bloated balls hanging at its base gave it the terrifying appearance of a huge gun ready to fire. She gasped in horror at the sight of the gigantic cock and drew her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping open loosely in amazement and disbelief.
She was dimly aware, through the haze of her drugged mind, of the leering teenaged faces crowding closer to the bed in the small closed room, all with wide eyes and eager for the cruel ravishment of her quivering, helpless body to begin. Hands from the sides of the cot reached out and grasped her tightly-clenched ankles, pulling them far apart. Her tender, moist slit in the soft pubic hair flowered into full view of the young spectators who strained closer to gain a better view of her struggling. Anonymous hands reached out to pinch quickly at her full, ripe breasts, digging greedily into her bruised flesh and then quickly withdrawing.
As the boy called Buzz climbed between her wide-splayed thighs, Ellen shook her head back and forth in shocked stupefaction. It couldn't be true! He would split her apart! He wasn't human! They couldn't do this to her! They couldn't!
Suddenly, Ellen's face twisted in anguish as the restraining hands on her ankles raised the slender columns up off the bed and over her head until her very toes were at the back of her head. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her delicate hair-covered pussy was offered up to the boy in defenseless offering. It was his to plunder at will ...
Ellen gaped up between her wide-split thighs as the boy stroked his immense cock with both hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the helpless up-turned cunt before him. Then, breathing hard, he shuffled forward slowly on his knees, his pelvis and huge bulging prick thrusting out and quivering like a monstrous divining rod searching for her helpless opening. The redheaded teacher could not tear her eyes away from the menacing instrument that was only a second away from ripping into her quaking body in vicious rape. She was paralyzed by fear at the very sight of it.
Without warning, the boy abruptly jerked his loins back and his head came forward and down. Ellen felt his hot breath on the flanges of her cringing pussy and she clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that shot through her loins as, suddenly, he sucked the tiny pink bud of her throbbing clitoris into his hot moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, bringing it back to quivering erection from the softness that fear had brought only moments before.
Once again, Ellen fought with all her inner strength against the tingling vortex of sensation that whirled in her voluptuous loins. Thoughts of Richard and the life they might have together after this nightmare was over flickered through her mind.
Suddenly, the boy's tongue snaked out, slipping into her straining cunt like a racing lizard. The shock flew up her spine to the base of her skull where it exploded into fireworks and the hot meteors rained down tauntingly over her whole body. Her crotch jerked forward involuntarily, pushing against and burying the flicking tongue to its roots. There was no more fear, only the flames that seemed to be enveloping her entire body.
Her whole consciousness was suddenly centered in the hot, throbbing cavern up between her thighs, the hole that needed to be filled, to be stuffed with hard, fiery flesh. She felt the teenager's body move up mercifully over her own and her hips ground frantically below, searching for the gargantuan shaft that would fulfill her desperate need. She gasped in passion as the great, bulging head found her hungry opening. It nudged gently at the pink, ragged edges of flesh, firmly wedging between them. Then, with a flick of his hips, the grinning boy forced the chunky blood-filled head into the quivering lips of her hair-lined cunt, brutally stretching the tortured elastic flesh almost to the bursting point.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she screamed, tossing her head insanely from side to side at the cruel intrusion.
The youth flexed his buttocks and the mammoth head submerged an agonizing inch as she desperately tried to free her legs from the ruthless imprisoning hands, to kick loose and escape the inhuman torturous impalement. But the hands held her firmly in the humiliating position.
"Uuuuuuugg'gg! No! It's too big! Ooooh, stop!" she cried again, certain that she was being split apart. The pain was unbearable, racking her cruelly-stretched body like tiny sharp puncturing needles.
The boy levered up on his hands and pushed forward again, driving the relentless monster even another inch into her narrow channel.
"Aaaaaaaaggg!" she half screamed.
Hot breath coursed over her naked, sweating body as the boys leaned closer, their faces hovering inches over her straining nudity. She felt hands clutching at her breasts from around the bed and more hands and fingers reaching out to touch and squeeze every part of her flesh until it seemed as though she were covered with tiny crawling things, all feverishly working to enter every opening of her body.
"Nooooo! Pleeeeeeease!" she sobbed hysterically, tears pouring out from under the trembling lids of her closed, unseeing eyes.
But her struggling protests seemed only to incite Buzz, the teenager above her, and with a sadistic grin he suddenly pushed forward with a crushing thrust that plowed the massive prick deep into her narrow, resisting passageway, pushing great waves of moist pink flesh before it. She quaked convulsively as the gigantic shaft plunged relentlessly on into her belly. Her drug-dimmed mind tried to race in a frantic attempt to understand what was happening to her as the huge penis filled her, crowding her inner organs as it tunneled even deeper. She felt as though it would burst through to her throat if it didn't stop, but still the monstrous cock plowed into her, tearing her soul from her body in overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality.
Then it stopped! With an ass-crushing jolt, the boy's pelvis slammed loudly against the stretched globes of her buttocks and the immense sperm-swollen testicles thudded heavily into the wide-split crevice of her ass. The huge lust-inflated prick was sunk all the way to the hilt in her tortured pussy, filling every part of her insides.
The teenager hovered motionless for a moment over the teacher's prostrate form, waiting for the groaning woman to adjust to the presence of his huge shaft planted in her white soft belly. He watched as her pain-contorted face began to relax, her tightly-clenched teeth slowly opening in surprised relief as the initial agony of the massive intrusion gradually faded.
Buzz gently flexed the giant rod inside her and a deep groan escaped from her lips as her teeth again clenched tightly against the pain. The youth flexed again, then again, grinning knowingly at the others around him as the groans became softer and softer as Ellen's hot throbbing passage began to accept the unnatural size of the monstrous cock. He started to move his hips in a slow revolving motion, grinding the huge prick tightly into the teacher's naked pussy, stretching the still-cringing walls until the enormous penis fit in the sheath of her vagina like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder.
The unbelieving eyes of the others peered lustfully at the spectacle on the bed, amazed that the tiny cunt they saw could swallow the whole of the immense, buried male member. Now that the agony had lessened, Ellen was once again aware of hands rubbing lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her skewered buttocks. She felt fingers reaching out to quickly pull at the fleshy hair-lined lips surrounding the gargantuan cock, while another fingertip darted under the dangling balls at her tiny puckered anus, flirting teasingly with the sensitive opening like another tongue. She jerked involuntarily as it suddenly pushed through the tight surrounding nether ring and wormed deeply into the tender rubbery flesh inside. It dug in cruelly, expanding the tiny wrinkled aperture until the palm of the pillaging hand lay flat against her ass-cheeks, the entire finger solidly sunk inside the velvety passage.
The lewdly grinning youth over her began a painful sawing motion in and out of Ellen's moist, flesh-filled pussy, plunging mercilessly from the crest of his withdrawal to slam her anguished body deep into the mattress with every forward thrust. The finger impaling her ass united with the massive, slow-drubbing prick as a rhythmic fucking team that brought groans of pain and gasps of ecstasy tumbling from Ellen's lips in cadence with the double invasion.
The painful torture was now miraculously fading and an odd sensation of tingling pleasure began to flow through Ellen's pinioned body. The unbelievable humiliation and debasement she had experienced that afternoon had finally built up to a strange masochistic excitement in her that began to surge through her bloodstream, rekindling her smoldering passion. The muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious rhythm with the cock and finger fucking into her, starting her hips gyrating with increasing speed to match the movements of the boy above her. Hands still reached from everywhere to pinch and knead at her soft, white flesh, driving Ellen to greater heights of passionate fervor.
"Oh, yes ... fuck me, fuck me, yes, fuck me!" she chanted, squirming her body lustfully to meet the crawling hands and fingers clutching at her tingling flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. Cocks were everywhere. The boys standing around the cot were stroking themselves over her in time to the magnificent prick fucking into her writhing body while the unidentified finger drubbed ceaselessly into her clenching rectum like another tiny throbbing penis. She was a prisoner, a captive in the wonderful land of cocks, a helpless prisoner to this fantastic ravishment of her cunt and asshole, trapped between their battering slamming strokes like a trapped animal.
"Oh God, don't stop! Oh fuck me! Don't ever stop!" she crooned huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster in an effort to keep up with the rods of flesh and finger pummeling into her like a machine designed in a carnal paradise.
Suddenly, Ellen was vaguely aware of a commotion somewhere in the room. Her eyes rolled and turned toward the sound of the noise and she saw Edie and Merrilee, their eyes flashing with fury as they shoved through the ranks of panting boys.
"Stop it! I said stop it!" Merrilee cried shrilly, pushing roughly at the young, monstrously-endowed Buzz who was fucking furiously into Ellen's writhing body.
Edie arrived at the bedside right behind her friend and as the boy reluctantly ceased his hard thrusts, the tall blonde girl leaned down to glare into Ellen's face.
"You think you're going to turn the tables on us, bitch, but you're all wrong," she hissed softly into Ellen's ear while Merrilee chattered loudly to the boys around the bed. "These guys may think you're hot, but I'm going to show them just what a silly priss you really are. Nobody can make fools out of Merrilee and me ... I'm going to get you if it's the last thing I do!"
Ellen barely heard the girl's embittered words. The impassioned teacher was too involved in her own body, grinding her hips hungrily up against the pelvis of the boy above her, pumping madly up and down on the rigid member still soaking its length in her cunt. The other boys were not as interested either in the noisy presence of their two female classmates as they were in watching the thin soft ridges of Ellen's pink cuntal flesh pull out each time she screwed her pelvis back into the mattress, then staring greedily as the soft folds were pushed back into her as she pressed upward, swallowing the whole moist shiny length of Buzz's monstrous cock into her salaciously-stretched cuntal opening.
Above her, Buzz watched and waited patiently, realizing that Ellen was straining to cum. The juices of her greedy, milking vagina were beginning to flow around his prick and he could hear the wet sucking noises of the in-and-out sawing movement as she shudderingly thrust herself up on his cock, burying it all the way inside her, her back arched a foot off the wildly-squeaking bed.
A moment later, a deep-throated groan erupted from her lips as she cried out in ecstatic delight, "Aaaaaah, God, yessss! I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmming!"
Her stiffly upthrust body began to vibrate uncontrollably, wet cum fluids seeping out from around the deeply-embedded member, oozing out of her clenching passage to trickle down the crevice of her white globular buttocks over the massive balls that hung heavily over her trembling ass-cheeks.
The boy thrust her back down to the bed as Ellen gasped out the last of her climax, her body still jerking convulsively against his. Then, he levered himself up into the push-up position and was about to begin pistoning into her again when Edie grabbed his shoulder and snapped angrily:
"For Christ's sake, Buzz, there are other people here too!" Ellen saw the blonde girl's pretty face contort into a vicious smile as she added, "Let's turn her over and really get some action!"
"Goddammit, Edie, who do you think you are-some kind of traffic cop?" the boy asked disgustedly, sighing as he nodded acquiescently. "Okay, kid, it's your party."
Still dazed from the force of her recent climax, Ellen gasped disappointedly as the monstrous cock withdrew from her dilated pussy and now no longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her battered body over on the slippery cum-soaked bed until she was resting flat on her stomach.
"Get up on your knees!" Edie sharply commanded the beautiful, panting Ellen. Behind her on the bed, Buzz impatiently grabbed at Ellen's hips and jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment as she knelt there nakedly on all fours, her sex-drugged brain reeling with the effort to keep her body erect as they adjusted her into position. She smiled happily, then, as she felt the monstrous, pulsing cock being wedged tightly between her open thighs. Unconsciously, she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at the youth and felt the huge blunt tip pressing against the now-dripping split of her cunt. With a loud grunt, the boy behind her lunged forward against her, impaling her body on his massive prick and causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden thrust.
Her startled face ran head-on into another waiting hard cock that rammed without warning into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the glans of the head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
"Hah, look at her suck my prick!" she heard Buddy Whitman, the cruel, obnoxious youth who had started to undress her, cry from somewhere over her head. "Yeah, suck it, suck it, Teach," he rasped hoarsely as he began to saw viciously into Ellen's face as though it were a second .delicious cunt. She gagged as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full length of the boy's long rigid penis disappearing between her ovaled lips. As the two boys began to thrust in and out of both ends of her body, Ellen was dimly aware of the swinging balls dancing against her throat and the short, wiry pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time the boy in front of her shoved forward. She fought for breath, managing to catch small gasps of air on the out-strokes of Buddy's cruel thrustings.
Oh God, she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her lust-driven form back and forth helplessly between them, using her captive body as a receptacle into which they would pump their boiling sperm. She no longer felt human but like a great mass of quivering flesh, created just for this moment.
Suddenly the very debasement of her situation flickered through her mind and the very humiliation of the two boys buffeting her mercilessly between them began to excite her more and more. The wisps of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once more and she began to roll her buttocks in tiny circles, tightening her cunt muscles on the giant fleshy rod skewering into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to feel the sticky hot sperm squirting into her stomach until it overflowed her tortured pussy and ran down the insides of her wide-spread thighs.
She sucked insatiably at the prick in her mouth, tasting and exploring its every pore. Her cheeks hollowed and then bloated with his every cruel thrust. Her tongue swirled feverishly over the blood-filled cock-head, probing hungrily into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted the cock to explode in her mouth, to fill her cheeks with its hot, creamy load. She wanted to swallow it and feel it pouring down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every vein in her body in great currents of carnal joy.
Then she got her wish!
As another brain-shattering climax built up deep in her own bucking body, she felt the cock fucking into her from behind begin to expand almost to the bursting point. She screwed back on it violently as she felt it bulge and jerk, spewing its hot white charge up into her constricting cunt. The creamy white fluid splashed violently against her dilated womb and dribbled back out on the hair-covered lips of her pussy jammed against the boy's smooth young loins. His balls slapped maddeningly against her exposed clitoris, causing her to jerk spasmodically forward, burying the prick in her wildly sucking mouth to the very hilt. Then, it too burst forth with a sudden violence, flooding her cheeks and throat with the boiling pungent liquid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm. Her lips clasped tightly around the jerking prick, fearful of losing even one drop of the precious fluid. Still, though, small droplets oozed from the corners of her mouth and on down to her chin as the boy collapsed onto the bed in front of her, his deflated penis flopping out limply from her still-sucking mouth. Thin, glistening strings of the viscous fluid connected her lips with the now-soft cock several inches away from her face.
She skewered her hips back onto the monstrous cock still squirting its load into her cunt, and with a wail from between tightly-clenched teeth, felt her body soar up and explode into what seemed a shower of tiny blazing stars, racking her whole being with an ecstasy that sent her brain whirling crazily.
Her strength was suddenly exhausted, all gone, and she slipped down on the bed as the huge cock popped out lifelessly from her sperm soaked cunt. Refreshing wafts of cool air rushed into the empty, reddened opening.
Ellen ceased to be truly aware of what was happening to her. Time began a meaningless blur of strange and different boyish young cocks fucking into her for what seemed an eternity. Her body still responded with occasional orgasms but her mind seemed to be burnt out by the ravages of the drug and the terrible emotional ordeal that she was undergoing.
At last, she watched the last two of the many boys as they pulled on their trousers, standing in the middle of the small nurse's office. She did not have the strength to cover herself and lay sprawled out naked on the soiled cot, trying to gather herself together for the effort of dressing to go home. She tried not to think of what had just happened to her, of the possible consequences of the vicious rape Edie and Merrilee had instigated and encouraged. Her senses had so dazed her that thinking was impossible anyway at the moment.
But suddenly her eyes flew open and darted around the room, searching for some sign of the two girls who had been the cause of her awful debasement. Then, not finding them there, she finally raised herself to one elbow with great effort and spoke to the two remaining boys who were about to leave.
"Jimmie ... Mike," she said hesitantly, blushing in embarrassment as the two youths turned to face her naked, sperm covered form. "W-what happened to Edie and Merilee? ... When did they leave here?"
The shorter of the two boys scratched his head in puzzlement as he tried to remember, but the other one, Mike, laughed heartily and then answered:
"Aw, they took off just about the time Buzz and Buddy finished fucking you together ... you know, at the same time." He chuckled for a moment. "I've never seen anyone as pissed as they were. I think they thought you weren't going to like it, but wow! you were great, Mrs. Ames."
The last words were delivered with such youthful sincerity that Ellen couldn't help but smile at the compliment ... as strange as it sounded to her. Then she remembered the girls' trickery in drugging her and duping her to go with them into the nurse's office. If they would go that far for revenge, there was no telling what they would do next. She quickly decided to make sure that at least someone knew the truth about what had happened.
"Boys, you know, don't you, that I was drugged and tricked into doing what I did this afternoon ?" she said slowly, investing every one of her words with emphasis. "Now, I'm really afraid that Edie and Merrilee are going to try to get me in even more trouble ... "
This time it was Jimmie who comprehended her meaning at once. The small blonde boy's brow wrinkled in a frown and he turned to Mike. "Oh, wow! You don't think they'd squeal to old Dunlap, do you?" he asked his friend anxiously. "Jesus, that would get all of us in trouble too!"
The taller youth's face hardened with angry resolve. "Yeah, they're just dizzy enough that they might do that. Well, we'll just have to get some of the guys together tonight and talk those crazy broads out of it," he said firmly. Then he turned to Ellen, smiled almost apologetically, saying: "I don't know why they had it out for you, Mrs. Ames, but I know there's not a boy who was here this afternoon who wouldn't stand up for you ... now! You're sure as hell a better lay than that stupid Merrilee and none of us ever got anything from Edie anyway."
"Well, considering the circumstances, I'm glad at least that we all enjoyed it," Ellen said ruefully.
She wearily waved a farewell to the enthusiastically nodding boys, then fell back in exhaustion onto the sperm-stained mattress as she heard the door click shut behind the departing students. Though she appreciated their good intentions, she truly wondered if any of the students could actually do anything to foil the sinister plans of the two girls who obviously hated her so much. In the back of Ellen's mind, Edie's venomous words droned on and on like a monotonous prelude to disaster.
"I'm going to get you if it's the last thing I do ... I'll get you if it's the last thing I do ... "
Chapter 6
Ellen paused hesitantly at the yellow pine door and stared up at the brass name plate that hung over the door frame. "Elmo Dunlap, Principal." She sighed heavily, wondering for the thousandth time since she had stumbled out of the nurse's office last night if she were doing the right thing. If she didn't try to speak to the principal, perhaps no one would ever know of the orgiastic rape that had occurred in the school building yesterday afternoon.
Ellen had stripped the cot in the nurse's office of the sticky, sperm-smeared coverings and had turned the yellow-stained mattress before she remade the bed with fresh linen from one of the cabinets in the room. She had even stopped at a laundromat to wash the incriminating bedclothes before she had gone home last night. But when she had finally arrived at her lonely apartment and crawled wearily into bed, the beautiful teacher had not been able to sleep for hours. Frightening premonitions of the terrible things that the two jealous girls might do to get back at her, now that their first savage plan had failed, kept popping into Ellen's mind. Like a frightened child, she had huddled under the covers, staring fearfully into the darkness for what had seemed like endless hours, her mind racing in an attempt to think up a way to escape whatever brutal revenge Edie and Merrilee would dream up to use against her next.
Though she had racked her brain, Ellen had been forced to return to the same two answers time and again. She could either go back to Richard and try to forget all about her horrible experiences at Brentwood High School, or she could try to talk to Elmo Dunlap, the school's elderly principal, and hope that he would be able to help her out of her predicament.
In the end, it had not been a difficult choice, for Ellen knew that she could never face her beloved Richard again after all that had happened to her. Even if her attorney husband could have forgiven her for making love with all the lusty young strangers who had taken her so unfairly since she had come to this school, the beautiful redhead was no longer sure that she was worthy to be Richard's wife. After all, there was no way that she could avoid the fact that she had enjoyed the obscene, humiliating experiences. What kind of woman must she be to forget herself and become embroiled in such unpardonable situations ?
Nothing but a cheap slut, Ellen had tearfully decided as she had tossed and turned in misery in bed last night. Now, since she could not turn back to her marriage with Richard, she had no choice but to visit the school's principal in hopes that he could somehow help her learn how to deal with the two vicious girls.
She frowned in concentration as she stood before the door to Elmo Dunlap's office and quickly ran over her mental list of things not to say to the elderly man. She knew she would have to be very careful when she spoke with him if she did not want to divulge the true nature of what had happened, first in the school library reference room, and then yesterday, in the school nurse's office. It was going to be tricky, she knew, but she also knew that this was her only chance to avoid the wrath of Edie and Merrilee ... a wrath that Ellen feared could leave her jobless, or worse, in jail! As Sid had threateningly hinted that fateful afternoon in the library, laws could be unfairly twisted so that she would appear to be the guilty one, guilty of corrupting the morals of a minor ... actually eight or nine minors!
Well, it was silly to waste her only free period in the day standing out here mulling over what she was going to do, Ellen thought as she determinedly grasped the brass knob of the principal's door. She might as well get it over with and hope that things might work out to her advantage.
"Ah, Mrs. Ames, I'm glad you came by," the principal said solemnly, looking up from his desk as his secretary led Ellen into his large, sumptuous office. "I've been meaning to speak with you for some time now."
The voluptuous teacher's heart sank in fear as she heard Elmo Dunlap's unsmiling words. She apprehensively studied the principal's face as he curtly dismissed his middle-aged secretary, telling the woman to close the door behind her. There was no doubt in Ellen's mind that the white-haired man had heard something ... but what? It could well be nothing important, she told herself as she tried to get a grip on her rising panic. Dear God, let it be some trivial thing ...
"Oh, really, Mr. Dunlap?" Ellen said in what she hoped was an unworried tone of voice. "I'm glad I came by in that case."
"Are you, Mrs. Ames?" the principal said very quietly, peering up over his steel-rimmed glasses to stare pointedly at the beautiful redhead who still stood uncertainly in the center of the roomy office, "I ... well, I ... of course ... " Ellen stammered nervously as she tried to shake off the disturbing feeling that the old man was staring right through her. Then, realizing how silly she must look to him, she again tried to calm her frayed nerves, clasping her hands together in an attempt to disguise their trembling from the principal's searching gaze. She forced herself to smile again. "May I sit down, Mr. Dunlap?" she finally said, praying that her voice was not shaking as badly as her hands.
"That might be a good idea, my dear," the elderly man nodded. "This might take a little time."
Ellen carefully seated herself in one of the big brown leather chairs that encircled the principal's large, wooden desk and silently waited for him to utter the dreaded words. She didn't have to wait long.
"I had been wanting to congratulate you on your apparently superior handling of a certain troublesome element in this school," the principal began, his gaze still boring mercilessly into Ellen's eyes. "However, I find that things are not always as they seem ... "
He paused meaningfully, and Ellen wriggled uncomfortably in the over-sized chair, now certain that during the night, the two girls had somehow managed to seal her doom. The silence lengthened and finally the frightened young teacher could stand the waiting no longer.
"What d-do you mean, Mr. Dunlap?" the redhead managed to whisper in a hoarse voice she was certain was as incriminating as a red flag proclaiming her guilt to the principal.
"You don't know, eh?" he said drily, then shuffled through some papers on his desk. Finding what he was looking for, the old man adjusted his glasses and read for a moment before he looked up at her again.
"I received a message this morning from two of our most socially prominent students," he said, tapping the sheet of pink paper in his hand. "They have run away from home ... because of you, they say."
"Edie and Merrilee?" Ellen asked him flatly, surprising even herself.
"Oh, that's interesting," the principal noted with raised eyebrows. "Then you are aware of the circumstances surrounding their departure?"
"Well, no ... uh, yes," she fumbled, then felt a sudden flash of irritation toward the principal for playing his stupid word games when her whole future might be at stake. "How can I know if you haven't told me yet?" she snapped impatiently.
"Ah, you should know very well, my dear," Elmo Dunlap retorted evenly. Ellen noticed for the first time that his watery blue eyes were gleaming with a strange light and she anxiously moved toward the edge of the chair, awaiting his next words. "According to Edie's note, you drove them away from Brentwood. Wait ... that's not all," raising his hand to still the obviously agitated young teacher before him. "They also said that you have ... how shall I say it gently? They state that you have engaged in sexual congress with all of the male members of this certain troublesome element, and not satisfied with just these unpardonable offenses, you have taken it upon yourself to humiliate and embarrass these two girls on any number of occasions, both in and out of the classroom."
"Why, that's not true at all," Ellen exclaimed indignantly, jumping to her feet. Then she collapsed back in the chair as a frightening thought struck her mind. "Did ... did their parents give you this letter?" she asked as her stomach muscles knotted in dread.
The aging principal leaned forward across the desk, a strange smile stretching his bloodless lips, and he whispered, almost conspiratorially, "No, I discovered the note in my mail box this morning, my dear. But unless there is a very special reason to justify my keeping this letter, I really should turn it over to their poor, worried parents."
Ellen gaped at the elderly man, her mouth falling open as she began to realize what the whole conversation had been leading up to. The gleam in the principal's pale blue eyes had brightened to a licentious glow, leaving the shapely teacher little doubt of what was taking place in his mind. She remembered the spritely old man had looked at her in the parking lot, the first day she had come to teach at Brentwood High School, and wondered how she ever could have been amused by his lecherous gaze.
"Of course, their parents would be compelled to bring the note to the police," the little man went on, driving his point home. "Then, of course, the school would be called upon to mention your extraordinary good fortune in dealing with the youngsters in question ... "
Ellen felt her skin crawl at the mention of the word "police." She wished for a moment that the charges were completely false so she could expose this horrible little man for the disgusting lecher he was but a moment later, her mind returned to the real danger of the moment.
"You mentioned a very special reason, Mr. Dun-lap ... " she said slowly, knowing even as she said it she was all but admitting the truth of the girls' accusations by not denying them outright. Still, she could not see that she had a choice. She knew she couldn't depend on all those gossipy boys to keep the terrible secret of what had happened yesterday afternoon in the nurse's office.
The little old man pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket and began nervously wiping his glasses. "Well, of course, there are sometimes extenuating circumstances in cases like this," he murmured, not lifting his eyes to meet her cold gaze. "For instance, if I were convinced of your innocence of these charges, I could possibly take it upon myself to merely destroy the letter. It really says nothing else that would be of interest to either the parents or the police. However, I would have to be certain ... "
"Of course, you would," Ellen said icily, cutting him short. "But, how could you ever know for sure?"
She thought she detected a twinge of red blossoming in his cheeks as he answered. "Well, I would have to make the decision purely by personal knowledge of the person involved ... "
"And what you want is a crash course in Ellen Ames," she interrupted, no longer able to hold back the rage mounting inside of her as the little man's disgusting scheme became more and more clear to her. "Isn't that right, Mr. Dunlap?"
He glanced sharply up at her, his eyes filling rapidly with his obvious lust for her beautifully-curved body. He nervously twisted the handkerchief in his gnarled hands as he whispered hoarsely, "I believe we understand each other, my dear."
Ellen threw back her head and laughed mirthlessly at this, the final indignity in her nightmare career as a high school teacher.
"Well?" he whispered excitedly. "Well?"
She ceased her laughter and stared scornfully at his obvious impatience for an answer. "Oh, Mr. Dunlap, you are a vile little man," she said, shaking her head in disbelief at the cruel fate she was being forced to accept. "I would really like to turn down your lovely proposal, but as you probably have guessed, I'm in no position to do so. You see," she went on, ignoring the elderly man's hungrily roving eyes, "I was raped by quite a few boys, under the direction of your lovely students, Edie and Merrilee."
"No one would believe that," the red-faced old man rasped, a drop of spittle forming at the corner of his mouth as he undressed her with his eyes.
"Oh, I know that!" Ellen answered. "This whole community is so sick and rotten that they probably would lynch me, just so they wouldn't be disappointed by learning .that I hadn't seduced their poor innocent children!" Realizing that she was beginning to lose control of her anger, Ellen paused and sighed. "All right, Mr. Dunlap, I believe we have a bargain. When ... ?"
"Now! Now!" the old man wheezed excitedly. Flipping a switch on the intercom on his desk, he barked to his secretary: "Find a replacement teacher for Mrs. Ames' next class, Shirley, and go to lunch. We're going over some files in here and I don't want to be disturbed, so lock the door to the office please."
"Very neat," Ellen said, smiling cynically as the principal hurriedly turned off the machine. The horrible truth that she was about to bargain for her freedom by giving this disgusting little man her body seemed inconceivable to her, yet she knew she no longer had a choice. She had to do just that to avoid a worse fate, however undeserved. Suddenly, she felt a little nauseous as she recalled Buddy Whitman's cock shoved halfway down her throat ... for this man was another Buddy Whitman, only fifty years older. Momentarily, she was afraid that she was going to vomit.
The principal apparently read the symptoms in her face because he jerked open a drawer in his desk and, a moment later, was standing beside her chair, holding a generously-filled glass of amber liquid to her mouth. "Drink it down. It will make you feel better, my dear," he urged her.
Remembering the trickery of the last afternoon, Ellen sniffed suspiciously at the glass, searching for the telltale scent of licorice, but to her relief she recognized the smell of Scotch whiskey.
She opened her lips and felt the golden liquid searing her throat as it poured down into her stomach with a warming sensation that soothed her frayed nerves. The little man had wrapped his arm around her shoulders and as he leaned toward her, Ellen could smell that he too had taken a sip from the bottle of whiskey. His courage apparently fortified by the alcohol, the principal allowed his fingers to begin moving slyly down her shoulder toward her breast. Ellen felt the whiskey glowing warmly in her stomach, the spasm of nausea passing as she forced herself to think of something other than the leering elderly man's hand wandering down to clutch her left breast in his clammy palm.
"Do you want another drink, my dear," Elmo Dunlap whispered wetly into her ear as his fingers massaged her breast hungrily. Ellen shook her head and he chortled with glee. "Good! Then, why don't you take your clothes off!"
Oh, he's getting bolder, Ellen thought sarcastically, but just as quickly she pushed the idea out of her mind. She didn't want to think about anything right now because she would never get through this ordeal if she could not keep her mind a complete blank. Obediently the statuesque redhead began to undress as he did the same. When she was done, Ellen went to the couch that was placed against the far wall of the room and sat down, closing her eyes to wait for the principal. A moment later her eyes jerked open from the shock of a cold hand coming to rest on the smooth white flesh of her naked shoulder.
The principal stood before her, completely naked, and Ellen's eyes roamed disinterestedly over his body. He was built like a pear on two spindly legs, she thought as she gazed impersonally at his sunken chest covered with curly white hair and his long, thin cock jerking into view from beneath the overhanging roll of fat from his round white belly.
Butterflies flitted through Ellen's stomach as she tried not to imagine this man touching her breasts and vagina. But, then as the naked white-haired man sat down beside her on the couch and began softly stroking her upper thighs, Ellen was horrified to realize that wispy tendrils of unwanted pleasure were following the path of his teasing fingers. What had happened to her in the short month she had been teaching at this school? she wondered in astonishment. Here she was selling her body like a whore, even though the price was her own freedom, and this same body was already betraying her!
No, this time she would not give in to the temptation of her senses, the anguished redhead firmly vowed to herself as her smooth white flesh became alert to the caresses of the principal's light-fingered hands petting over her soft, ivory skin. A rash of goosebumps rose over her sensitive flesh as his fingertips slipped teasingly over the rose-colored peaks of her full, magnificent breasts. A moan forced its way past the beautiful woman's trembling lips as he reached down over her belly to firmly push her unresisting milk-white thighs apart and pinch tauntingly at the delicious narrow slit between them.
The red-cheeked little man stroked his throbbing penis slowly, as he gaped at the auburn hair-covered triangle between her open legs. His mouth watered, saliva dripping down from his slack lips, as his greedy eyes feasted lewdly on Ellen's pale flawless body. His watery gaze nauseated her and Ellen finally shuddered and gasped: "No, please don't touch me! I've changed my mind!"
"It's a little late for that, my dear," the principal chuckled licentiously, slipping a finger between the ragged pink edges of her cunt to gently massage the tiny bud of her sensitive clitoris. "You wouldn't want me to show that letter to the police, would you?"
"I don't care," she moaned miserably. "I mean it; I just can't do it! I can't!"
The lovely teacher's frightened pleas fell on un-hearing ears as the elderly man's scrawny arms suddenly enveloped her with surprising strength and his lips crushed tightly against hers. The principal's long, thin cock, slowly reaching full erection, dug into the taut flesh over her ribs as his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. Ellen tried to struggle but fear and the whiskey had drained her of the strength to fight.
"Please, don't ... Please!" she gasped, cringing back into the cushions as memories of the savage rape of the night before whirled through her mind, but the elderly principal just grinned lewdly and quickly insinuated two fingers into the tight, tiny little hole between her legs. He methodically massaged them around, watching the luscious redhead's face as she fought the torment of the teasing probe, desperately fought surrender to it.
"Nooo, nooooo, please," she groaned again, even as her hips suddenly betrayed her resisting conscious mind. They began to move in slow, almost imperceptible circles at first, grinding to meet the rhythmic thrusts of the old man's fingers into her throbbing cunt.
Ellen suddenly realized her body's involuntary reaction, but just as she was about to stiffen in defiant resistance, she remembered the incriminating contents of the note the principal had received from the two girls. If she continued to resist, the elderly man might change his mind about destroying the letter and, besides, she thought bitterly, what difference did one more time make anyway? With that thought, the redheaded teacher ceased to struggle against the sensations that were rippling through her flesh and she allowed her body to respond fully to the old man's gently stroking fingers. Within moments, her skin tingled as though he were turning the entire surface of her body into a white-hot sheet of flame with his probing, petting hands.
As the principal's fingers darted maddeningly in and out of her moistening pussy, Ellen's nervously tensed thighs suddenly fell loosely apart. She could feel his hot rotating cock forcing itself against the white smooth flesh of her hips. Silky tingling hairs on the old man's legs played against the tender flesh of her thighs as he pressed tightly against her. The redhead's hips began to rotate hungrily into the cushions beneath her as she became aware of the searing blaze that burned deep in her belly, the flames licking out between her legs, crying to be drowned by the long rod of stiffened flesh that now dug insistently into her soft naked hip.
The white-haired man sensed his victory.
He moved away from Ellen's awakened body and slowly withdrew his fingers from her hungrily clasping cunt. "Turn around, my dear," he whispered hoarsely. "Kneel up on the couch."
A tremor of fear passed briefly through Ellen, then faded as she remembered that morals no longer hindered her. Her tingling vagina was hopelessly drenched from the principal's methodically-stroking fingers and she knew that any further protest would be futile and meaningless. Submitting to his demand, the lush-bodied woman twisted around and knelt on the couch cushions, leaning against the back so that the pale moons of her soft, globular buttocks were presented nakedly up to him.
"Take my cock, my dear, and put it in your asshole," the principal ordered her in a gasping wheeze of excitement. "It might be a little painful at first ... but remember what you have at stake!"
Without conscious thought, the beautiful dazed teacher reached behind her back and took hold of the trembling shaft, aiming the swollen purple tip at the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. The older man's cock leapt in her hand and he thrust mindlessly against her as the redhead worked the bloated cock-head up and down the full slit of her pussy, lubricating the long, thin prick to ease the first penetration. She still had not fully comprehended the curt command from the man behind her until she felt him reach down and guide the hard rubbery tip of his cock up from her vaginal lips and into the soft, yielding moons of her out-thrust buttocks.
Behind her, the white-haired principal gaped down at the spectacle of his long, hard prick wedged against the young teacher's tiny, puckered anus. He had always wanted to fuck a woman back there and now he had the perfect opportunity with one of the most beautiful and proud bodies he had ever seen. His sperm-bloated balls tingled with desire as he took a firm hold of her buttocks and drew them apart, wider and wider until the tiny brown slit parted. Ellen squirmed and whined, but she could not slip away.
"Please, no! Not there, Mr. Dunlap! Please!" "Spread your legs wider," the principal rasped gruffly. His blunt cock-head rode against her tightly-clenched anus and he thrust his spindly knees between her voluptuous thighs, spreading them apart until Ellen thought she would split. Then, she felt his finger probing at the little puckered inlet. She winced, jumping forward slightly as Mr. Dunlap's finger strained against the tiny opening. Suddenly, it popped through the tight outer ring, not hurting as she had anticipated, but rather, sending a sensation of surprised pleasure through her. Her taut muscles relaxed slightly until she felt the extra pressure of another finger ram unexpectedly in alongside the first This time the penetration hurt and she tried to bounce away from him, but the fingers were securely buried in her cringing back passage and his other hand tightly clamped around her waist She shuddered in pain as the leering principal began to move his fingers around in the tight expanding hole, sawing in and out stretching the tiny anus for the greater entry that would follow.
Ellen's face began to register disbelief as the torturous pain from the unnatural invasion in her back passage began to fade and be replaced by a strange, almost masochistic pleasure as a sense of oddly appealing subjugation swept over her. Her mouth opened and she began to breathe heavily as the two fingers screwed mercilessly into her, stretching the tiny wrinkled opening until she grunted in a mixture of pleasure and pain each time he twisted his hand. The beautiful redhead started to writhe between the cruel probing in total surrender.
As suddenly as he had shoved the fingers in, the panting, elderly man pulled them out of her rectum. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the moist clasping skin around her anus clinging to the bony digits until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. The principal forced her legs wider apart, then dipped his head between Ellen's buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole with his saliva.
"Now, take my cock," the principal ordered from behind her. "And put it where I told you!" Her hand moved hesitantly back to grasp the rock-hard cock and she gasped as she felt the size and realized that it was as thick as two fingers. She stroked it experimentally, her mind torn with indecision as she remembered the pain she had felt a few minutes earlier.
"Put it in your asshole!" the impassioned man snarled again, his hands grasping harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air. Submitting to the cold command, Ellen held her breath and placed the blunt tip of the rigid prick against the tight, hairless opening in her backside.
She trembled apprehensively as she felt the rod of lust-hardened flesh probing and working against her small, puckered anus as the principal grunted and strained forward. The rampant prick was slowly worming its way into her tiny aperture and she clenched her eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the pressure and the swollen head slipped inside with a slight pop.
"Oh, God, nooooo! It's too big! You're killing me!" she cried in agony as a spasm of unbearable pain followed the sudden entry. She twisted and thrashed, trying to get away from the blunt intrusion that vibrated through every fiber of her being but her jerks only served to drive the fiery rod deeper and deeper inside her.
"Shove back, girl! Shove your ass back!" the principal growled furiously as he continued his savage attack on her cringing buttocks.
Ellen pushed back in automatic obedience to the loud command and the long, gleaming cock surged mercilessly into the spongy resilient flesh of her ass as the little man behind her pushed forward with all his strength.
"Oooooh, oooooh!" the beautiful teacher groaned, her face twisting in pain as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The cruel fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in her nearly-split anus. She was hopelessly impaled on the principal's long, throbbing cock.
Grinning insanely down at the sight of his slender prick sunk into the voluptuous body of the young redheaded woman, the gasping old man began to saw rhythmically into the pink inflamed passage, ignoring the sobs of pain that escaped from Ellen's tortured lips. He rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, delightedly watching the pink anal flesh that followed the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal.
Then, suddenly, Ellen began to squirm back to meet the driving surges of the impaling member. The pain was lessening, a weird kind of pleasure taking its place, and Ellen shook her head from side to side, her auburn locks flying wildly around her face, as he rammed into her again and again. Her anal muscles tightened throbbingly around the long, hard length lunging in and out of her rear passage and she began to undulate her buttocks in tight tiny circles, waving the full-rounded cheeks of her ass back at the principal like a red flag before a bull. Even though some pain still remained, it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement each time the gasping man jerked forward into her.
Standing behind her, the old man watched in ecstatic delight as his cock pushed and pulled at the tightly clinging flesh of the teacher's hotly clasping asshole. He began a series of brutal thrusts that sent his tingling member plunging to the hilt in the moaning young woman's wide-split crevice. Her full white breasts jiggled sensuously with each pounding lunge and his balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing further mewlings of pleasure hissing from between her clenched teeth. The principal watched through lust-glazed eyes as his throbbing, blue-veined cock disappeared all the way up Ellen's gyrating ass with every stroke. None of it was left visible to the eye as it sunk to the hilt in the tight, velvety passageway, straining to reach farther and farther into her heaving belly with each powerful lunge.
He reached down and pulled the redhead's soft white ass-cheeks far apart, driving his pelvis into her buttocks with hard smacks that resounded loudly through the large office. He felt his cock expanding and his balls throbbing almost painfully each time he skewered into her, the sweat from his face dripping onto her lovely hollowing back.
"Ooooooh, oooooh, yessss," the now-impassioned teacher crooned into the air as she hungrily waved her ass back against his eager thrusts. She was waiting expectantly for the moment when he would shoot his warm, creamy load deep into her belly, drowning her in its loveliness. There was no longer any pain or fear, but only a feeling of being filled, stuffed with flesh as she had never been before. Ellen's shoulders dropped to the cushioned back of the couch and she rotated her buttocks high in the air so that the great plundering cock could impale her more easily. She bucked ecstatically back against it as she felt her rectum strain as it throbbed into a hugeness that could only mean that he was about to cum deep in her bowels.
Ellen heard the principal gasp and groan behind her as he slammed the full expanded length of his prick into her full-stretched rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly pulling her back onto his palpitating cock like fitting a tight glove, then rotated the throbbing lust-inflated cock-head deep in her rectum. She mewled in delight. Then, the boiling lava began to churn wildly in his balls and, with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed against her buttocks, flattening the smooth globes of flesh against his loins.
Ellen, beneath his writhing body, felt the first delicious torrents of the hot white liquid erupt deeply into the depths of her bowels. Its warmth spread through her stomach and surged through her blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, touching off her own climax. She thrust her face deep into her arms to muffle her scream as the great gush of ecstasy rippled through her and she felt her own milky cum fluids streaming from her open cunt, trickling down the backs of her smooth silky thighs to mix with the sperm that had oozed out around the still-squirting prick in her flooded rectum.
Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt the old man began to withdraw his deflating shaft from her sperm-filled behind. There was a wet sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks and a sudden rush of air cooled the steamy wetness of Ellen's ravaged loins as she exhaustedly dropped forward to the cushions below her.
Moments later, the redhead looked up at the elderly principal and she saw that he was calmly wiping his penis with the white handkerchief he had left lying on his desk, a beatific smile of satisfaction wreathing his rosy face. She stared at him for a long time, her vision still blurred by her slowly-receding passion, but reality was relentlessly returning, bringing with it the harsh ugliness of her situation.
As complete realization of what had just happened to her returned to the lovely teacher, she jumped up from the couch and angrily strode over to the chair on which she had left her clothing. Cold-eyed and silent, she hurriedly began to pull on her garments to cover her battered body, pausing only to wipe furiously at the sticky streaks of drying cum fluids that striped the inside of her thighs. She did not look again in the principal's direction until she was completely dressed and had run a comb through her tousled hair. When, at last she turned around to face the huge desk, she saw with relief that the little man had also donned his garments and was just now straightening his tie.
"Well, Mr. Dunlap, now are you going to keep your end of our understanding?" she demanded with as much dignity as she could muster at the moment.
The still-flushed and panting old man smiled at Ellen's conspicuous display of gravity, then nodded his head. "Of course, my dear. Whatever else we Brentwood people may do, we always keep our word, as you probably would have eventually found out under jess trying conditions."
"Would have? Would!" Ellen asked in unfeigned astonishment. "Are you telling me that after all this, you're going to fire me anyway ?" The fact that she felt cruelly duped was apparent in her disappointed and dumbfounded expression.
But, the white-haired principal remained smiling, a twinkle in his blue eyes as he sadly shook his head. "My dear girl, I'm afraid you have a lot to learn about life," he said softly. "You bargained for the letter and now it's yours. Your position was never mentioned and once you think about it, I'm sure you'll see that it is more dangerous for you than it is for me if you continue teaching at Brentwood High School."
"But, you ... I let you ... my God, in my ... " she sputtered, barely holding back the sobs that rose to her throat.
"You are young, aren't you, child?" the principal said compassionately as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Well, I'm going to give you a bit of free advice, even though I doubt you'll listen. It is, nevertheless, true."
Ellen stared miserably at the little man who had tricked her so cruelly. What difference did the letter make if she wasn't going to be allowed to remain at the high school, she thought unhappily. She hoped that the principal's advice would at least help her find another job.
"All right now. This is very simple," the white-haired little man announced to his audience of one. "Just this: Sex is what you make of it, child. You can use it as money, as you did today. Or a gift between lovers. Or it can even be as casual as a conversation on the street. The decision is up to you." He smiled meaningfully and added, "The really wonderful thing about it is, that you're usually going to find exactly what you're looking for. If you want it to be horrible, it will be. But, if you want it to be marvelous ... well, then, you know how to use it properly."
"That's absolute gibberish," Ellen snapped angrily. "I don't know what you are babbling about!"
"Ah, but you enjoyed that horrible, dirty thing we did. I suspect that that's because, somewhere along the way, you just decided that you might as well get the best out of the experience."
Ellen's anger mounted as she realized that the old man had pegged her on the first try. "Look, I'm just not interested in your double talk," she said furiously. "I have to go. May I have the letter, please?"
"Of course," he said amiably, dropping the sheet of pink, scented letter paper in the redhead's coldly outstretched palm. Without even looking at it, Ellen smashed the note into a crumpled ball as her hand clenched into a tight fist. Still clutching the letter, she turned and walked rapidly toward the door.
"Mrs. Ames?" the principal's gentle voice called out, just before she turned the door handle.
"What is it, Mr. Dunlap!" she snapped impatiently, not turning around to face him again.
"I hope this won't offend you, my dear, but I thought you should know that of all the women I've ever met, you could have the most marvelous attitude toward sex of any of them. With the exception of my dear wife, Bessie, of course." He paused, then added sadly, "It's a terrible shame that you don't appreciate your own good qualities."
Not waiting to hear if the elderly man had anything more to say Ellen twisted the knob and slammed out of his office, striding angrily out of the school building. For some reason she did not quite understand, the principal's words absolutely infuriated her. They didn't even make sense! As she climbed into her little Volkswagen, she vowed to push them out of her mind, then roared wrathfully out of the high school parking lot.
Chapter 7
Ellen pensively twisted a strand of her wavy red hair around her fingers as she sat curled up in the overstuffed easy chair in her small quiet apartment. A moment later, her hand dropped down to the arm of the chair and the tips of her long, slender fingers impatiently drummed on the cushioned softness of the upholstery. Momentarily, she gave that up also and reached over to the end-table beside her, retrieving the cup of tea she had made over an hour ago when she had finished bathing and cleaning her body of all traces of the animalistic, unnatural sex act she had submitted to while being blackmailed by Elmo Dunlap, the principal of Brentwood High School. Lifting the china cup to her lips, she gingerly tasted the cold, mahogany-colored liquid, made a face, then returned the flowered cup to its place in the saucer on the table.
"All right, dummy," she said loudly to herself as if the sound of a human voice might help to clear her mind. "It's about time you got yourself organized and started figuring out what you're going to do, now that you don't have a job!"
The stern admonition didn't help at all ... There were too many things to think about and. her mind seemed to be wandering in all directions at once. The most important thing, she kept telling herself, was that she had been fired today and would have to find another job soon, if she didn't want to be forced into asking Richard for money. Next, there was the problem of Edie and Merrilee, although the beautiful copper-haired woman doubted that the two girls would bother to pursue her now that she had left their territory. The venomous note they had written was now a thing of the past, for Ellen had burned it as soon as she had arrived home and flushed the ashes down the toilet.
There. That's all you have to worry about, she said firmly to herself. But, as quickly as the mental statement was made, Ellen knew it was a lie. These problems were not what had been occupying, her mind for the last two hours. She was really concerned with something infinitely more difficult, something that involved the most basic aspects of her being.
The redhead's mental quandary was partially due to her bafflement about her violent, unexpected reactions during the three episodes of wanton sex that had taken place during her past month of teaching at Brentwood High School. But this was one aspect that she knew she could push to the back of her mind and find reasons and excuses for her shamelessly wanton behavior. The thing that the beautiful young teacher could not banish from her thoughts was Elmo Dunlap's little lecture on the true nature of sex. She might have been able to simply forget it, writing the principal off as just another sex fiend who had managed to justify his own lustful actions, except that the white-haired old man had specifically mentioned Ellen's youth and inexperience. Richard had said almost the same thing during some of those angry discussions they had had before he had invited one of his clients and the man's wife to the Ames home for that disastrous night of "swapping."
"Sometimes I really wish that you'd had a little more experience before I married you. You're so damned involved in your adolescent ideas about sex and romance that you don't even really know what's involved in a plain, friendly fuck. You ought to go out some night and get yourself laid by some bum you pick up in a bar. Then maybe you'd find out that sex doesn't have to be all moonlight and roses. It's good, hot fun, just that, unless you want to make something more of it!"
Ellen started at the sound of Richard's voice, then slumped back in her chair again as she realized that the sound had merely been a thought in her own head. She had merely remembered what he had said one night when they'd had a quarrel, a particularly bitter one, about Richard's desire for "outside stimulation." At the time his biting words had stung her like the cruel lash of a whip, but now she suddenly realized that he had been saying exactly the same thing that Elmo Dunlap had told her today.
Part of Ellen's mind tried to reject, out-of-hand, the words, recalling the wonderful nights of love that she and Richard had shared when they were first married. But another part spoke up, reminding the curvaceous young woman of her other sexual experiences, the ones that had occurred in the school building. There had been no love there ... and yet she couldn't deny that she had thoroughly enjoyed the purely physical pleasure.
Then her sense of romanticism sprang to the defense, reminding her of how much it had hurt to see Richard skewering into the moist pussy of the blonde woman the night Ellen had left him and their marriage. But then, suddenly a new realization rose up unexpectedly in her mind.
Elmo Dunlap had said that the woman with the most marvelous sexual attitude he had ever known was his own wife, Bessie. And Ellen still remembered the principal telling her that they had been married for almost fifty years! Mrs. Dunlap must know that her husband has had sex with other women, Ellen reasoned, her mind racing in excitement, and yet they were still happily married! From the way the elderly principal had spoken of his wife, Ellen was also certain that they loved each other very much, so why should something like this stand between them ... ?
With a whoop of joy, Ellen leaped out of her chair and ran to the telephone, her long robe flapping around her ankles. It was so simple and she had been so stupid, she happily admitted. Grinning like a child given an all-day sucker, she began to dial the number she knew so well.
"Good God, baby, real Spanish absinthe? How many boys were there?" the tall, handsome man on the couch asked incredulously. Then he laughed at his own boyish enthusiasm from the effect of the tale Ellen was telling him. "Oh, sweetheart, it's so good to be back with you again. I've been miserable since you left."
Ellen smiled warmly at her husband and shifted her position a little so that the green knit mini-dress, one that she had hurriedly bought soon after calling him, rode up another few inches over her shapely thighs. She leaned over from the chair in which she was sitting and placed her hand on his knee.
"Darling, I know exactly how it was," she said. "I wanted to die. I wanted to come back and cry on your shoulder every night, but I wouldn't let myself until I got everything straightened out in my own mind."
"Yeah, but I was home in bed ... alone ... every night," Richard said with mock sternness. "What about you?"
The gorgeous redhead raised her hand and said, "I swear it, except for those three times, a man never came near me."
"Three times?" he repeated, the beginnings of worry starting to show in his dark eyes. "You only told me about two. When was the other?"
"Come on, don't tell me that you're getting jealous now?" she teased, knowing that even though he might be a little worried, he was also excited by the recounting of her experiences. Ellen couldn't help but see the tell-tale bulge that strained against the crotch of his trousers. She decided to let the news about Elmo Dunlap wait for another day, one when Richard might not be quite as interested as he was just then in her lush, young body. She winked mischievously and said, "Don't worry, I've been really good: It's just that things keep happening to me." She shook her head in feigned dismay.
"Don't they now?" Richard said winkingly. "Well, I suppose you're too jaded now to bother with a plain old poor sex-starved husband ... V
"I thought you wanted to hear about how many boys there were in the nurse's office. Aren't you interested in how many times and in what ways I got fucked yesterday afternoon?" she teased him, leaning over a little more so that he could not miss seeing the dramatic cleavage of her breasts beneath the scoop-neck of her dress. She knew that he would be both excited and shocked by her use of the lewd, unlady-like word.
"Oh, the hell with you, bitch," he said gruffly, laughing then as he grabbed her arms to pull her over closer to him. "I don't know how many times you've been fucked today, but you can add about seven more times onto it, because that's going to be your sole occupation for the rest of the evening. We've got a lot of catching up to do."
"Ummm, yessss," she sighed in agreement as his hand slipped under the hem of her dress and zeroed in on her already moist pubic area. His mouth clamped down on hers and she blissfully sucked his tongue into her own mouth, nibbling and playing with the moist, soft spear of flesh. His hand found her breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending tiny shocks of pleasure rippling through every inch of her body.
Ellen reached down to her husband's groin and slowly unzipped the fly of his trousers. Her hand delved inside and finally jerked out the rampant, straining cock. Tearing her lips away from Richard's hungrily searching mouth, she leaned over the pulsing shaft of flesh and studied it carefully, comparing it with the others she had known in the past month. She was not disappointed. Tenderly, she stroked the uncircumcised foreskin down its full length and then paused before pushing it back up to cover the throbbing glans of the head.
"Oh, baby," Richard groaned above her.
In answer, she squeezed it tightly and then dropped down her lips to kiss its head. Before she had left Richard, she had only done this to him when he had asked her to, but now she positioned her body so that he could see everything and flicked out her tongue over the gleaming purple head, swiping away the glistening drop of seminal fluid that was oozing from the throbbing glans at the end. Then her soft lips opened slightly, bending her head downwards as Richard watched in unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of her lipsticked red mouth enclosed and caressed the tightly-stretched skin of his cock. He knew that she had never liked to do this and he had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would see the day when he could look down and see his massive cock skewering into her face ... especially when she seemed so ecstatically happy about doing it.
She started using her tongue, swirling the soft wet point around and around his aching cock until it jerked in her mouth. Her lips clung tightly around his thick penis in a soft, smooth elastic ring. He could feel every inch of the way as she slowly slid her mouth down toward the base of his jutting prick, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth and surrounding his hard maleness with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the rough teasing surface of her swiping tongue. He placed his fingertips on either side of his wife's hollowing cheeks and pressed inward until he could feel the hardness of his penis inside the soft, giving flesh.
Richard felt his loins growing hot and with a great effort at self-control, he gently lifted his wife's head away from his own involuntarily jerking hips. It would be so easy to spurt a hot load into her hungrily sucking mouth, but he wanted the first ejaculation, the one he had been storing up for almost two months now, to gush into the tight, clenching little cunt he had dreamed of every night. His glistening, rock-hard prick slipped wetly from her mouth, small, thin strings of semen still connecting her lips to it as she raised her head up to stare at him in silent inquiry.
"Get your clothes off, baby," he said hoarsely. "We're going to have a good, old-fashioned, down-home, family reunion fuck. So hurry up!"
Ellen almost flew off the couch and quickly slipped the clinging knit dress over her body and up over her head. She cooed softly as he ran his hands down her back in a long, slow caress, then unhooked the brassiere, letting it fall away from her shoulders. Her breasts trembled, the nipples hardening under the intensity of Richard's fiery gaze. His hands slipped down her back again and his fingers then hooked in the elastic band at the top of the beautiful black lace panties she had also purchased that afternoon. Richard gently pulled until the flimsy garment slipped reluctantly over the full, voluptuous moons of her buttocks and hips. The panties caught stubbornly at her knees and Ellen reached down to help her husband slide them down to her ankles and over her feet.
"I can't believe it, but you're even more beautiful than I remembered," he breathed as his eyes drank in her perfect, naked loveliness. Her body strained and worked toward his hands as they coursed over her creamy flesh and then she groaned leaning over to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Together in the pregnant silence, they worked quickly to remove the garments that kept Richard's flesh away from Ellen's warm, soft curves. Ellen didn't have to see his face to know that he was studying her as though seeing her for the first time. She could almost feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they roved over her bent form.
"Ellen, they didn't hurt you, did they?" he suddenly asked anxiously as she took his clothing to a chair on the other side of the room.
"No, not really, I guess," she said slowly as she remembered the paralyzing terror and the moments of anguished guilt "The real damage was up here," she added, tapping her forehead. "But it was only painful for a while. I was all closed up. They just kicked open the shutters and let a little light in. It wasn't always pleasant, but now I know what a silly ass I've been!"
"Well, it's about damned time," he growled playfully. "Now, bring that silly beautiful ass over here!"
"Gladly, my dear, dear husband," Ellen purred coyly as she walked softly to the couch and lay down at the opposite end from where Richard sat, leaning back on the well-padded arm and spreading her naked legs slightly apart. She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a seductive smile playing across her lips. Richard's breath caught in his throat from the sudden excitement of the revealing position she had assumed.
She stared back at him through smoky, desire-blurred eyes, then pleaded, "Fuck me, Richard."
Her surprised and startled husband wasted no time in fulfilling her request, the first time his wife had ever actually begged to be fucked in all the time they had been married. He still hadn't heard the whole story of what had happened in the past month, but he silently thanked every person who had contributed to the unbelievable change in his otherwise-perfect wife. He reached down and pulled her legs toward him, jerking her flat on her back on the long sofa and then positioned her gleaming ivory legs, one over the back of the couch and the other hanging down to the floor. He could see by the shiny droplets of fluid winking put like diamonds from the exposed triangle of her pubic valley that she was ready and there was no more need to wait
Richard's cock bobbed and weaved in jutting hardness as he crawled up between her wide-propped thighs until his throbbing prick hovered directly over the hungry, waiting crevice. As her arms snaked around his neck, he reached down between their bodies to grasp his thick, stiff penis, parting the sparse rust-colored pubic hair with the lust-fattened head. Then, with one long, smooth stroke, he speared into her, driving his anxious cock along the tight slippery passageway until it banged solidly against her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance and he lost his breath at the exquisite sensation of the smooth wet walls of her pussy clamping down around his cock so firmly it almost made him cum right then and there.
"Oooooooh, yessssss," she crooned in soft delight as her insides seemed to ripen and mature to their full feminine potential as her husband's throbbing prick sunk again and again deep into her womb. She chanted wordlessly beneath his thrusting body as he bared his gritted teeth with the effort of preventing his climax. At last the immediate crisis passed and he pushed powerfully forward, sinking his long cock with such force into her eager cunt that the swelling tip nearly drove through the walls of her womb. But, there was nothing but bliss in Ellen's lovely face as her body followed his every movement and began to move in wanton writhings beneath him.
"Oh, darling, fuck me, fuck meeee," she groaned, clasping her arms more tightly around his body and drawing his muscular chest down into the soft whiteness of her flattened, full-swelling breasts.
Her entire body shuddered and squirmed as he plunged his thick shaft up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern of her cunt. Her face contorted in fervent ecstasy and she cried and moaned as though she had never been fucked before. Her flushed face broke out in light beads of sweat as she twisted and jerked with the untamed, animal desire that had taken hold of her body. There was nothing now that could stop her mad quest for fulfillment and Richard rammed into her like a crazed demon in a desperate attempt to help her rise to the heady pinnacle of sexual pleasure.
"Oh, yes, darling, yes ... more, yesssss!" she cried up into his straining face as he insinuated his broad powerful hands under the insanely pumping cheeks of her ass and grasped them tightly, one in each hand, pulling her up off the couch for greater penetration between her open and needing loins.
With all the strength in his sinewy male buttocks, he pistoned into her, feeling the velvety clenching flesh of her pussy sucking all around and at him in time to his rhythmic thrusts. He drew himself up to the tips of his toes and drove the full length of his thundering cock into the utmost depths of her heaving belly and then was rewarded by a moan of sheer, unadulterated joy that resounded through the room like the peal of a bell. Her nostrils flared wide and her open eyes gazed unseeingly up toward the ceiling, gold flecks of wild, primitive desire swirling madly in her dilated green pupils.
Richard pulled his head back to watch with satisfaction his ravishing wife's lust-contorted face. He pounded even harder into her so he could watch the strangely beautiful transformation of a woman into a straining animal, her lips baring back over her teeth as more and more desperate groaning sounds emerged from deep in her chest.
The groans softened to loving whimpers as Richard slowed his pace a little and changed his position, moving slightly higher on Ellen's twisting body so that the gleaming length of his stone-hard prick rubbed back and forth over her tiny erected clitoris with each stroke he made. He lifted high above her each time he withdrew, leaving only the bulbous cock-head embedded in her swollen, clinging cunt lips, then slid smoothly back into her steaming channel, maddenly trapping the sweet, hard bud of her sex between her hard pelvic bone and the petrified vein-ridged surface of his forward-gliding prick.
The added stimulation seemed to push her over the edge and her body was suddenly slippery with sweat as she screwed her buttocks greedily upward for more and more of the delicious, tingling sensation. Her mouth hung limply open in ecstatic abandon as she writhed and bucked beneath the delicious torture, jerking her knees back to her shoulders to give him complete access to the upthrust, lust-saturated plane of her pelvis.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, darling, more, I want more of you!" she begged, laboring for breath to support the intensity of her passion.
Ellen's long soft thighs clasped tightly around Richard's back as her buttocks churned in uncontrolled passion, whirling her grasping cunt up and down on the plunging expanding cock that had started and soon would satisfy her seemingly boundless need. Her long fingernails raised tiny welts in his flesh as they slid down his back to claw frantically at her husband's flexing ass-cheeks, pulling him deep and hard into her white, wildly heaving belly.
"Oh God, darling, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she suddenly groaned breathlessly as her body arched stiffly upward and began vibrating uncontrollably in a pulsating seizure that spewed her wet cum juices in flowing waves around his still-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, coating the heavy, hairy balls that pressed tightly against her tiny puckered anus.
Richard lost the last of his self-control as she wildly trashed beneath him and he felt a slow, agonizing pressure building up deep in his bloated testicles. An expression of raw lust hardening the handsome features of his face, he gripped the twin globes of her still spasmodically-quivering ass and jerked her up over his throbbing, expanding cock.
His breath came in hard, short gasps as he pounded into her body with jackhammer thrusts that drove his aching prick deep down into the farthest recesses of her hotly constricting vagina. He felt the boiling fluid erupting up his balls and shooting up the length of his deeply-embedded penis and, with a deep-throated groan, he jammed her white, soft thighs all the way back over her shoulders, digging as deeply into her warm, unresisting passage as he could go. He felt the elastic walls tighten around the suddenly flaring prick, squeezing the first of the hot, scorching cum out of his exploding length. As he felt the boiling, sticky sperm begin to shoot into her distended womb, he could only vaguely hear her whimpering cry but could feel the tightening of her arms around his neck as the milking pussy continued to flow in response, again and again drowning his jerking, spurting cock with her own orgasmic juices.
At last they lay still, their limbs tightly entwined from the mad frenzy of climax ... but now limpening like a loosened knot. Richard wearily lifted his head to gaze tenderly into his wife's peace-filled face, then he gently disentangled one of his arms so that he could stroke back the sweat-drenched tendrils of her copper-bright hair clinging moistly to the sides of her face.
"Oh Richard, it really is different when you love somebody, isn't it?" she breathed happily, her eyes still closed as she drifted slowly back to earth from the cloud on which they had been flying so beautifully.
The dark-haired man's brow furrowed as he considered the question, wondering if it signaled the return of their old arguments. "Well, yes," he finally said cautiously, quickly adding, "but it's still fun even when you don't really love the person ... " He paused, waiting for the reply that would tell him, once and for all, whether or not she finally understood what he had been trying so hard to explain to her all along.
It was a full minute later before he realized that she had not even been listening. His beautiful redheaded wife was lost in her own thoughts, exploring and floating in dreaminess ... in the peaceful aftermath of their delirious lust.
Suddenly he felt her tremble excitedly beneath him.
"What is it, baby?" he asked, staring down into her still sweetly-smiling face.
"Oh, I was just thinking," she said mistily, her wide green eyes slowly opening to gaze contentedly into his sparkling brown ones. "I have a feeling that I could talk Elmo Dunlap into getting a bottle of that Spanish absinthe for us. What do you say we invite the neighbors in for cocktails next week ?"
He stared down at her for a moment, then burst out laughing as he began to understand the full sly, salacious meaning of his formerly prudish wife's suggestion.
"Okay, baby, we'll do that," he chuckled. Then he thought again and added, "But the absinthe is for the neighbors, understand? I think you'd better stick to cokes for a while, you little budding nympho!"
Ellen closed her eyes again, grinning to herself as she wondered if Richard had ever heard of a "licorice coke."
