Chapter 1
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 ...
"Oooooooh, yes, suck it, suck it! Oh, God, that's fantastic!"
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.