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.