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."