2 comments/ 3512 views/ 1 favorites Dave & Marla Ch. 01 By: amour_propre Thank you to Ray and Ed for your editing. ***** As the sun peeked over the horizon, Marla stirred awakened from her slumber. She was ready to start her day and felt the anticipation each new school year brings. Marla loved teaching her second graders and was looking forward to her 10th year at Parkhill Elementary. The cheerful green eyed brunette was popular with her young students, working tirelessly while encouraging them to learn. Getting out of bed, she gave her back and arms a good stretch. Marla had found an unsettling piece of mail waiting for her last night, after noticing the return address, and reading the envelope; a sick feeling began gnawing at her stomach. Knowing she needed a night's sleep, she decided not to open the envelope. Instead pouring herself a glass of red wine to settle her nerves and drinking it quickly was all she could think to do. Having fallen asleep knowing the mysterious envelope awaited her, her back tightened under the mental stress, something that not even the wine could prevent. She had tried to shrug off the bad feelings she had about the envelope, but was pretty certain who had sent it to her. Wanting to delay opening the letter, she walked to the bathroom beginning her morning ritual of a nice long shower. Marla closed her eyes allowing her head to fall back breathing in the steam, while enjoying the feeling of hot water cascading through her wavy shoulder length hair and down her back. She lathered and scrubbed her sensuous body using her favorite lemon scented body wash, pausing to take in a deep breath, then exhaling slowly; trying to calm her mind. As hard as she desperately tried to push the terrible memories from her mind they kept flashing back randomly. In an attempt at distraction Marla gave her boobs special attention while showering. Staring at her naked boobs, nipples hard from her recent attention, a familiar tingle began forming in her pussy, as she was becoming aroused. Marla struggled with these feelings; not understanding why gazing at her own naked body would cause her to become so aroused. Knowing she had a big day ahead of her, Marla reluctantly pushed these thoughts from her mind. Finishing her shower, she stepped out onto the bath mat and toweled herself off. Giving the mirror a quick wipe to clean off the steam, she stared at her reflection. Seeing two big emerald green eyes, full kissable lips capped with beautiful straight white teeth, she tried to smile back at her reflection, but tears filled her eyes as her body began to shiver. Her shoulders shook as tears began to run down her cheeks, a couple of salty droplets finding their way down her lips and into her mouth. Marla haphazardly dabbed at her eyes with a tissue while grabbing her bathrobe, and trying her best to stop crying. The envelope's return address demanded her attention; "Oakridge Psychiatric Hospital". Seeing that, she immediately knew who had sent it. She took note that it was postmarked two-weeks prior. Her heart raced while her knees started to buckle beneath her trim, toned and seductively curvy 140-pound body. Unable to stand, she had collapsed onto her black leather sofa, as she stared at the hand-drawn red heart on the back of the envelope. Afterwards, regaining her composure, she had tossed the unopened envelope on the kitchen counter. That was last night, and it was no wonder that she woke up with the effects of mental stress coursing through her sore back. ********************* Marla made her way down the hallway, entering her kitchen she reached over and turned on the coffee pot. Grabbing the envelope off the kitchen counter she made her way into the living room sitting down on her sofa and folding her slim legs beneath her, she ripped open the unwanted mail, careful to leave the return address intact. Pulling out the single sheet of white paper and unfolding it, Marla began to read, "Marla, I'm being released! We need to clear things up in our relationship! You still belong to me!" Feeling sick she threw the sheet of paper down on her living room floor. Marla barely made it to the toilet before the bile rose from her stomach, spitting, she felt her body racked by two dry heaves as she lay on the cool tile. Tears started to stream down her cheeks and she caught a taste of their saltiness. Standing, Marla grabbed a wash cloth and after running cold water on it gently wiped her face. "What am I going to do? How could he have found my address?" Marla thought back to how it had all began, almost ten years ago. She couldn't help but think if she hadn't taken the short cut through the creek bed on that beautiful spring day this would have never happened. Even after a couple of years of counseling, Marla still blamed herself. *************************************** It had been a warm spring day that fateful Saturday. Marla was making her way to the elementary school to prepare an Easter display for her second grade class. Wanting to get an early start, she had headed out while the small town was still quiet. Walking along early on a Saturday morning, it seemed to her that most people were sleeping in and enjoying a lazy weekend morning. She watched a tabby cat make its way across the quiet road ahead of her, stopping momentarily to give Marla a curious look. Walking along the quiet street and taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, Marla could not stop thinking about a nightmare she had the previous night. Her dream had centered on a vehicle following slowly behind her as she walked along a lonely country road. In her dream, she turned to watch the vehicle, and as it drove by her slowly, a person wearing a rat mask peered out at her through the windshield. Frightened, she had woken up and found herself sweating heavily onto her satin pillow case. A shiver ran down her spine and her body trembled. Trying to break the disturbing memories of the nightmare and the terrifying image of the rat mask, Marla thought it would be relaxing to walk through a wooded area which had a small creek running through it. Turning to her right and crossing the street, Marla made her way to a short cut to the school. The leaves of the poplar trees rustled as a gust of wind blew through the isolated park. Hearing the sound of robins singing their melodies, she stopped, closed her eyes and took another deep breath exhaling slowly as she stood in the clearing; the warmth of the sun felt good on her face. Marla loved standing among the trees listening to the song of the robins, a melody made with a variety of long and slow twitters. Opening her eyes, he was standing in front of her. She recognized him from the grocery store and was frightened at finding him leering at her. Marla felt the strength leave her legs as the back of her knees weakened, and even as waves of panic swept through her, she knew she couldn't run. The hunger in his eyes told her to flee, but her legs wouldn't respond. Her legs felt like lead and the pounding of her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. All she could do was to stand rooted in place as terror enveloped her. The last time she had seen Dave, a sexy man in his early forties, it had been awkward for her. He worked in the meat department of the local grocery store. She couldn't help glancing towards the big window, where she took in his strong shoulders and arms working the electric meat grinder portioning and preparing ground beef. It was as if he knew she was staring, he stopped work and ran his eyes hungrily up and down her body. Marla felt like Dave's blue eyes were boring right through her cotton tee shirt trying to get to her tits. Marla flushed and suddenly became self conscious that her nipples were hard and visible through her t-shirt. That morning in the grocery store, she had broken the awkward moment by looking away from him and hurriedly making her way out of meat department. The incident had left Marla flustered, and feeling like a piece of meat on display. She was horrified to find herself wet. Dave seemed 'normal' enough, but it was the distant and faraway look in his blue eyes that left her unsettled. His moustache struck her as odd, with the ends twisted up like tiny horns. She wondered what type of a man paid such attention to the ends of his moustache. But now, Marla was in an isolated park with no window separating her and Dave. He moved quickly grabbing the back of her neck with one big hand while clamping the other firmly over her mouth. "Don't scream," he growled at her. "Today, I get my belated birthday present, you!" He spoke while pushing his face next to hers, close enough to smell the spicy scent coming from his mouth and clothing. The smell reminded Marla of her deceased step father's cigars as she breathed in the scent coming from Dave's mouth and clothing. The scent triggered an odd familiarity as she stood in Dave's presence breathing him in. Marla was speechless as she stared into his eyes and felt a shiver run down her body. She had been frightened of Dave the first time she saw him, and now she was terrified, paralyzed with fear, completely helpless and unable to move. She felt his hot breath on her face and closed her eyes and surrendered. Her legs weakened, sensing this, Dave turned her body and laid her gently on the ground. As he straddled Marla's helpless body she felt his cock become hard against her pelvis. Grabbing the waistband of her jogging pants and panties he pulled them both down to her ankles, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. He traced a large calloused finger down her pussy becoming more aroused as he felt the wetness seeping from between her legs. Dave focused on her clit giving it special attention as he rolled, tugged and pinched it. He scooped up her pussy juice and smoothed it into the crack of her ass and rubbed it down as Marla opened her eyes and immediately locked on to Dave's lustful stare, looking down on her trembling body he continued to run a finger up and down her wet slit. "NO! STOP!, please stop!, I don't want this," she managed to say. "No way babe," he answered back smiling. "I've been watching you for a few weeks, ever since my birthday in February." Then he flipped Marla over and positioned her doggy style. He must have sensed her inability to move, she thought to herself, as he took his hands off her and unzipped his jeans pushing them down to his ankles. "Mmmm," Dave moaned as he bent over slowly and licked up and down Marla's ass. Taking his time running his tongue around and into her tight hole, she couldn't help but think that he must really like her ass. Living a sheltered life, she had not realized that a man would pay any attention to her bum hole. Still in the doggy position, she listened to the slurping sound Dave made while his mouth and tongue were busy working on her ass. Marla had to admit, that although she was terrified of Dave, what he was doing to her did feel good. Turning her head and looking over her shoulder, she could see that Dave had his face buried in her round, creamy white ass. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," he continued. Without warning he stopped licking and sucking and began spanking her ass with his open hand, the blows becoming harder and harder. His spanking hurt, tears welled up in her eyes and she could only imagine how red her ass cheeks must be. Her mind raced as Marla remembered she was ovulating. "Oh, no!" she thought to herself. If Dave only pays attention to my ass, at least I won't have to worry about becoming pregnant from his attack. The stress of her thoughts caused her to moan, "Mmmmm, mmmm, oh, no!" "Oh, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, oh, yes," Dave answered back with a rough grittiness to his voice. Suddenly she heard the sound of a bicycle approaching and voices off in the distance. Dave stopped spanking her ass and she could feel him coming to his feet. Listening to the sound of him pulling up his jeans and zipping up, he grabbed both her arms and forcefully brought Marla to her feet. Leaning down to pull up Marla's panties and jogging pants. "Start walking," he said hoarsely as he grabbed a firm hold on her forearm. Marla stumbled over a stone, but Dave's grip on her arm stopped her from falling to the ground. He kept dragging her further into the trees. Stunned and frightened at how fast everything was happening, coming to her senses, Marla screamed as loud as she could but the sound only came out as a loud moan. Turning to Marla, he slapped her hard enough to bring tears to eyes. "The only screaming I want to hear from you are screams of pleasure when I'm pounding your ass," he said coldly, but then a smile worked its way across his lips as he looked into her eyes. They quickly disappeared into the trees before anyone could catch sight of them. As they came into a clearing, Marla's heart almost stopped beating as she caught site of a vehicle parked nearby. Her heart sunk knowing what was about to happen. Dave kept pushing her towards his blue pickup truck. Opening the driver's side door, in one movement, Dave lifted and shoved her roughly into the truck. The scent of citrus filled the truck. Those memories were just her first encounter with Dave in the park, unfortunately she had many more memories of Dave. Over a two-week period, Dave had come back several times to use her body any way he pleased. Shocked, stunned and embarrassed, Marla had not contacted the police immediately, knowing that there were only men employed by the small town police department. Marla simply couldn't talk to a man about what had happened to her. She also had to admit to herself that waves of pleasure had coursed through her body. Her own body's betrayal had added to the shame and guilt she struggled against. ******************** Giving her head a shake as if to cast off the troubling memories of that fateful Saturday morning, Marla stood there looking in the mirror still wiping at her face with the cool wash cloth, as she wondered what her life would be like now that Dave had been released from the psychiatric hospital. It had enraged Marla when Dave's lawyer had negotiated a plea allowing for an extended stay in a Psychiatric Hospital in lieu of being incarcerated. She understood that once a week he had been allowed on escorted trips to the beach. All the while, she had struggled with the fear of going outside. Marla could feel her pussy moisten and gradually become wetter thinking back to Dave and their encounter in the park. Her thighs were wet and sticky from her arousal, and she hated herself for becoming so lustful over the memory of Dave and his wild looking eyes. "Time for me to start seeing my therapist again," she whispered to herself while looking in the mirror. Mustering all her emotional strength she knew she needed to make a plan now that Dave was released. Doing her best to get a grip on herself, Marla began to get dressed so she wouldn't be late. She shrugged her bathrobe off, letting it fall into a heap on the soft carpet behind her, as she walked down the hallway back to her bedroom. While dressing in her knee-length red cotton dress and tan slip-on shoes, she gazed out her window and noticed clouds forming and grabbed her tan cardigan sweater in case it might shower. Giving her hair a quick comb through, she put a clip in her hair to keep it from falling in her eyes as she noticed it was windy. She stood for a moment listening to the howling gusts which had started to blow. Not giving herself time to sit and ponder about the troubling events in her life, she walked to her front door grabbing the door knob, giving it a quick twist and pulling it open. Stopping dead in her tracks looking down on the doorstep, she saw a discarded cigar butt and began to shake and tremble. "He was HERE!" She practically shouted to herself. Marla felt everything was spiraling out of control. First the letter and Dave's release, and his trademark cigar butt waiting on her front step. Events which caused that familiar gnawing feeling in the pit her stomach as she nervously glanced towards her small front yard. Taking a couple minutes to scan her yard, sidewalk, and the street running in front of her home, she searched for Dave. The howling wind did nothing to calm her nerves as she closed and locked her front door. Marla walked hurriedly down the sidewalk nervously looking over her shoulder as she walked along. Memories of how stealthy Dave had been when he stalked her years ago caused her mind to fill with fear. Entering the school, Marla breathed a sigh of relief, as she made her way to her classroom; finally feeling happy and secure. Noticing the air seemed stale, she went to the window thinking some fresh air might keep the students awake and refreshed. But, her feelings of relief and security didn't last. Glancing out the window as she slid it open a few inches, Marla found herself staring straight at Dave who was parked just 30-feet from her in staff parking. Dave sat in his old blue pickup staring at her while he calmly smoked his cigar. Staring at him with her mouth open, Dave calmly exhaled, as he watched a plume of smoke rise up and drift towards the window; while Marla watched in stunned silence. This caused a sly smile to work its way across Dave's lips. Unable to look away, she watched as he pushed the driver's side door open wide. Causing Marla to gasp, "Oh god!", when she saw his pants undone and his cock sticking straight up from in his lap. Dave stroked himself a half-dozen times and yelled out, "Marla, baby look at what you do to me!" As thick jets of cum squirted from Dave's cock splashing down on his belly and pants. Her legs collapsed beneath her and she landed in a heap on the classroom floor, tears rolling down her face and her shoulders shaking. "No, no, no," she whimpered to herself as she sat on the floor rocking herself back and forth. ...to be continued... Dave & Marla Ch. 02 Thank you, Kelvin, for your editing. ***** Her heart fluttered in her chest as the sound hit her ears, it was her... was she crying? Doris, the school janitor, moved into the classroom. There she was. All the desires she had tried to suppress over the period of time she had been working at the school came to the fore. She paused at the door looking Marla over. Doris' eyes hungrily roaming over Marla's long lithe legs that were now splayed open as she sat on the floor beneath the open window, moving from her toned calves to her creamy exposed thighs that she was at the moment fighting the urge to dive in between. The hem of her dress had ridden back up Marla's thighs leaving her sky blue lace panties exposed to Doris' lusty view. Images of her pulling them aside and running her tongue along Marla's wet muffin sent chills through Doris as she felt her pussy moisten. Get a grip Doris, she tried to chastise herself in a bid to regain composure, but then her eyes reached up to Marla's breasts. Not obscenely large neither too small, they were a delectably perky C cup. They pushed against Marla's button-down dress as if fighting to be free. Doris knew that she was wearing a bra as she could see faintly the straps through her dress, this fact however did nothing to hide her nipples which seemed to still mutinously poke through leaving two small bumps on the fabric. How would those nipples taste in her mouth? The thought fleeted through Doris' mind. Her eyes finally reached Marla's face, the same face she had dreamed about countless times, a frown formed on her mouth as she saw the tears streaming down on Marla's cheeks and sensuous lips. Finally, a measure of composure returned to Doris as concern for Marla caused her to move across the room to her, Doris' shoes squeaked on the recently waxed floor. Leaving the feather duster on the desk, she crouched down beside Marla. "Marla, Marla, what is wrong dear?" she asked running her hand on the back of Marla's quivering body as she shook with sobs. Doris fought back the urge to let her hand drop down all the way to Marla's ass. "Talk to me, Marla," Doris said trying to sound more concerned than turned on with the sight of the sexy woman in front of her. Doris looked around the classroom, nothing seemed to be out of place and there was nothing that she could see that should cause such a reaction from Marla. Yet "no, no, no," was all Marla was saying as she sat on the floor with her eyes closed tight. Doris touched Marla's forehead wiping away a band of sweat then gently ran her hand down the teacher's arm. She gave Marla's trembling hand a gentle squeeze as she stared at her with a mixture of concern and lust. How was it possible that even as she sat on the floor of the classroom crying she still managed to look as tempting as ever. Getting up from where she had crouched, Doris made her way out of the room heading straight for the dean's office. A few minutes later she walked back into the class with the motherly lady whose face was etched with concern, they both moved to Marla. "What's wrong dear?" the dean asked looking down at Marla. The words however seemed to barely register as Marla continued to rock back-and-forth on the floor. "She obviously isn't feeling well" Doris supplied kneeling down next to Marla. "I think I should take her home," she said helping Marla up from the floor. "Make sure she gets some rest. I'll get Amanda to stand in for her," the dean said eyeing Marla worriedly. ******************************************** Marla felt herself being moved slowly by Doris out of her classroom through the halls and out into the parking lot towards Doris' old station wagon. Marla's eyes nervously moved to where the blue pick-up had been parked, it wasn't there. Breathing a sigh of relief she let herself be guided into Doris' car thankful that none of the students were there to see her in the state she was in. It was nice to have a good Samaritan to help her at this moment as Marla doubted she would have been able to pull herself off the floor of her classroom by herself, thank the universe for small favors. As Doris drove along the short distance, she cooed, "Oh, it is okay. It is alright. I will take care of you." Waiting to make a left turn, she glanced over at Marla, but the glance became a lustful stare. Doris' felt her panty crotch becoming soaked with her pussy juices. The sound of a car horn brought Doris out of her lustful trance, startled by the honking she turned left onto Marla's street. The station wagon pulled to a stop right at Marla's house. In the state she was in, it did not occur to Marla to ask how Doris knew exactly where she lived. Taking a moment, Doris inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm her excited mind. Marla let Doris help her out of the car and into her house and directed her to where her bedroom was. She felt Doris' hand move down to her ass and the other accidentally brush against her tit grazing her nipple in the process, but she chalked it all up to being accidental as Doris was trying to help her into bed. "Here, take this, it should help you relax." Marla accepted the sleeping pill from Doris and drank it down with the glass of water in Doris' other hand. Setting the glass down on the bedside table, Marla leaned back against the head board of the bed immediately feeling the effects of the pill. Doris had seated herself on the side of Marla's bed looking at her. Doris seemed nervous, but Marla's drugged mind chalked it all up to worry for her. Her eyes struggled to open once again as she felt Doris' hands move to her dress, and Doris had started unbuttoning it slowly. Cooing again, "Oh, dear, it is okay. Let me help you," but to herself Doris thought about Marla's pussy, wondering if Marla might also be wet. Wanting to help herself to the teacher's tight hole, her hands began to tremble in anticipation. "Wh... what... what are you doing?" Marla managed to get out through her sleep fogged mind. "You are in your work clothes dear, you'll get them all wrinkled up," Doris' voice was suddenly syrupy sweet. Marla thought she could detect a bit of a tremor in it as if she was both nervous and excited but she couldn't be too sure. Doris' words however did make some sort of sense, as she couldn't sleep in her work clothes, yet the drug was working too fast for her to take them off herself. Better let Doris do it, she thought to herself. ******************************************* Doris couldn't believe it, she had fantasized about Marla's body more times than she could even count and here it was, right before her and at her mercy! She struggled to keep her hands steady as one by one she pulled the buttons to Marla's dress open. She was in a matching sky blue bra, Doris noted as she pulled the top of her dress away. She could feel her own nipples hardening as she devoured Marla's luscious mounds with her eyes. Her hands slowly moved forward ready to fondle the lovely tits. No, she thought to herself her hands coming to a stop an inch away from Marla's tits as a wicked smile slowly crossed her lips. "Better unwrap the whole package first," she slyly murmured to herself her hands moving away from Marla's breasts and towards her knee-length red cotton dress, her slip on shoes had come off as she set her on the bed. The dress slowly glided down Marla's hips hugging them as if unwilling to part them. Doris stood back, her eyes gliding over Marla's body greedily burning every inch of her body into her brain. Her panties were soaked as her cunt ached for attention. She dropped the dress on the floor beside her, her eyes locked on the sky blue fabric that separated Marla's feminine treasure from her view. Her heart was now hammering as she leaned forward to rectify this. Her hand slowly moved towards Marla's panties. "GET OUT!" a deep voice growled from behind her. Doris immediately stood up quickly pulling her hand away from Marla as if it had been stung. She'd been so engrossed in Marla and what she was doing that she hadn't heard him enter. She now stood like a deer in headlights as she looked on at the hulking figure of the brutish looking man. He had a cigar sticking out of his mouth looking at Marla in a way that very much reminded her of how a butcher eyed a particularly choice side of beef. **************************************** Marla's heart started racing as Dave's growling voice reached her ears. The drug had clouded her mind and she was only mildly aware that she was now in only a bikini, the only thing her sleepy mind was registering was the fact that Dave was here, in her home! "Don't leave!" she tried to shout to Doris but all that escaped her lips was a moan. "What are you doing to my wife?" she heard Dave's menacing voice." "I... I... she...," Marla heard Doris stutter as words failed her. "I am not his wife!" She once again tried to shout, another pitiable moan escaped her lips. "Marla doesn't have a husband," Doris finally mustered enough composure to say. If she could, Marla would have hugged Doris at that moment, however her elation was short lived as Dave's next words made her feel like an ice block had settled at the pit of her stomach. "She is the mother of my child. That makes her mine," though the logic of that statement wasn't sound, Marla's mind was not focused on semantics. How the hell did he know? She had done everything in her power to keep the child Dave had impregnated her with, a secret from everyone. How was it possible? Doris had gone quiet, no doubt from the shock of finding out that she'd had a child and never told anyone about it. "Get out!" Dave repeated this time his voice dangerously low. He took a quick step towards the bed, as the scent of his cigar filled the bedroom with a spicy scent. Marla felt despair engulf her as she heard Doris' squeaky shoes moving away from her. She helplessly listened to the sound of the fading squeaks till all there was left was silence. It was only when she felt Dave's calloused hand slowly trailing its way from her ankle up her calf to the inside of her thigh that it registered in her mind how scantily dressed she was. Her eyes shot open as adrenaline fought off the sleeping pill and found herself looking into Dave's face. She could feel his hand on her panties roughly rubbing at her cunt. The drugs still far away from being overcome by the adrenaline left her helpless to stop him. "Bastard!" she wanted to shout at him yet all she managed to do was feebly writhe in the bed, her own body betraying her as her pussy moistened and her sexy legs spread further apart. "Hallo Marla, I've missed you," he spoke his voice low and sweet in a way that, for some reason, very much reminded her of how Doris had said, "You are in your work clothes dear, you'll get them all wrinkled up." She did not at all like it. "I've done my time. I am a free man, and I plan on seeing you regularly, babe." He went on. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She still had the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness in his presence and from the smug smile on his face, he too, knew it. "Here," he said pushing something into her mouth. "I bought these for you." From the taste she could tell they were cookies, yet there was something else foreign she could taste in it. "I added a bit of my own special cream to it," he went on to say as Marla's brain struggled to place where she knew the taste from. "My own special nut cream," he added laughing at his own sense of humor as it dawned on Marla that she was tasting his cum. She closed her eyes as the humiliation washed over her. This had been one of the things Dave enjoyed to do while she'd been his captive, he'd buy her food then made her watch as he slowly jerked off then shoot copious amounts of cum in it then make her eat every last bit of it. He took her hand in his, and as Marla looked down, Dave slipped a thick golden wedding band on her finger. "You belong to me," he said as he continued looking down at her quivering body. He ran a hand along the side of her cheek giving her a smile. She could not believe how he was brushing over his behavior. He continued with smugness and pleasure lacing his voice, "I know I fathered a child with you. I got you pregnant. I want to see our son." He was already picking her up from the bed and carrying her out of the bedroom. Though her mind was sharp from the effects of the adrenaline, the rest of her body was utterly useless as the drug still held it captive. "How did you know?" Marla asked not bothering to try and fight him off even without the drugs; Dave could still very easily out match her strength. They stared into each other's eyes as Dave spoke, "Well, even I have my own connections in the community." Marla could hear the pleasure in his voice as he made it known to her that even when she'd thought she was rid of him he was still keeping an eye on her. "Dave, you sexually assaulted me, you sick bastard!" Tears spilled down Marla's cheeks as the words spilled from her mouth trying to lace her voice with all the loathing she felt for him. "You forced yourself on me," she continued as her voice trailed off. "I'm here to take you home, and I want to make things right," he offered, as his eyes stared at her unblinking. Marla was not at all surprised by his ignoring her, as Dave seemed to be able to screen out anything she said if he did not like it. "We can talk about everything later. I have the right to see my own flesh and blood." Marla looked back at him with big eyes, "What are you talking about? You kidnapped me years ago, and you ass fucked me! You have no right whatsoever over anything." she let out her voice rancorous. "Maybe this is too much for you right now, but we need to talk. I'm not in custody any longer, and I have the right to be around my own child." He spoke calmly, "Here, have another cookie," he said shoving another cookie into her mouth. Marla soon felt the sun on her face and exposed body, and Dave's big hands on her back as he carried her up to his old blue pickup. Hearing the screen door slam behind them, and feeling Dave's every movement as she rested in his arms, Marla was in shocked disbelief at how fast things were happening. Feelings of intense helplessness pulsed through her trembling body. She could not fight the slowness and dullness within her brought about by the medication she had been given. Dave started again saying, "Looking forward to seeing our child. I want to teach him how to play darts, one of my favorite games." Feeling his strong hands on her, Marla was lifted and pushed into the truck. The truck door was closed loudly and she found herself feeling trapped, again, with Dave in control. The sound of the motor starting up caused her to feel more and more helpless as she watched herself being driven away with Dave behind the wheel. He reached over and patted her hand and then stroked the side of her face, turning his attention back to driving. "You are so pretty," he offered mustering up a bit of tenderness in his voice. Marla felt uncomfortable hearing Dave's comment. "Please, you take me back home," she asked pleadingly. The sun's reflection off the hood of the truck caused Marla to squint her eyes shut. "Of course, you are coming home with me honey," Dave said as he reached over to turn on the radio. The sound of country music soon filled the cab of the truck as Dave lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Turning his head towards Marla, he gave her a wink. ******************************************* Doris stood off in the distance watching the old blue pickup drive away. The shock of being caught red handed trying to get intimate with Marla had worn off. She had made her way to the back to her station wagon, she wondered about the man who had taken Marla away. So this was the father to Marla's son? Why would Marla, sweet polite Marla, ever want anything to do with a brute like him? She thought jealously. Doris was in love with Marla and watched the teacher's every move, often following her around secretly. Going so far as to buy herself a puppy, it gave her an excuse for walking by Marla's house several times a day, as she fantasized about finding Marla outside perhaps as she was gardening. Doris, although she had to get up quite early each morning, would frequently walk her puppy down the sidewalk hoping to catch a glimpse of Marla as the darkness of evening set in and lights were turned on. To her great disappointment, Marla always kept her curtains closed during the evening and into the night. No one knew about Doris' lesbian fantasies, but the feelings she had towards Marla were getting out of control. She often drifted off to sleep wondering what it would be like to eat Marla out. She wanted so badly to taste that sweet pussy. She frequently masturbated to what she thought Marla would look like with her body quivering and moving like a piece of spaghetti as Doris ate her and sucked up her pussy juices. Doris had been going through Marla's trash can in her classroom eager to find any details of her personal life that she possibly could. In a desperate attempt at finding details, she had begun to steal Marla's mail from her home mailbox then returning it, after resealing the various envelopes. She searched diligently trying to find intimate details of her life. Running her hand through her shoulder-length bleached-blond hair and pushing some strands behind her ear, Doris was going to find this mystery man who had just shown up and taken her beloved Marla away. Thinking about him and the way she saw him looking at Marla made her jealous and anxious. Doris had friends who were janitors at the hospital, and she knew she could count on them to help her find out who that man was and the real involvement he had in Marla's life. Doris started driving away from Marla's house slowly following the blue pick-up from a distance. Stopping one car behind the pick-up at a red light, she pulled out her cell phone while keeping her gaze fixed on the pick-up. Hearing a soft voice say, "Hello." Doris spoke into the receiver, "Fahreen? Fahreen, this is Doris. I need some information, please." ********************************************* As Dave made his way down the street, he turned left and entered a narrow alley. His old pickup truck made a loud rumbling noise. Marla noticed that even though the homes were quite old and in need of painting, the backyard lawns were kept tidy. She noticed a couple of elderly ladies planting a garden and an elderly man walking his beagle. Dave pulled into a long driveway and pressing the remote, his garage overhead opened. Driving in, Marla noticed a dart board hanging from the wall with several darts sticking out from the bull's-eye. Turning off the ignition, he turned and stared at Marla as beads of sweat worked their way across his forehead. He had a predatory look in his eye, "Where is our son?" he demanded. "I placed him with a family member," was all she could think to say. Not wanting to tell him anything, she struggled now that she was alone with him. Panic tried to rise up in her, but part of her just calmly sat there. Still not being able to feel her legs, she was curious as to why part of her remained so calm. Closing her eyes, she suddenly opened them as she felt Dave's warm hand resting on her upper thigh. "Dave, this relationship you are trying to force on me is not normal. You are a sick fuck!" she spoke once again trying to get him to understand though she knew it was useless. "You aren't well. Let me put you to bed," he calmly answered. "Fuck off! Take me home. How dare you take me from my house pretending to be my husband?" Dave & Marla Ch. 02 Tears began to sting her eyes as she looked around for a way to escape. Giving a loud grunt, Dave quickly got out of the driver's side door, coming around to the passenger's side, he opened the door grabbing Marla's right arm bringing her forcefully out of the truck. "I can't feel my legs," she offered as Dave's sudden roughness had her by surprise. Looking up into his face it still shocked her at how suddenly his mood could change. With his right hand on her shoulder, he began moving her towards the back of the truck. Dave reached over and lowered the tailgate, "I want to take you in the back of the truck and give you a good fuck, dear." Lifting her as his hands worked their way to her ass. Marla felt his fingers gripping her thighs. "Aaagh, stop. Let me go!" She closed her eyes and tried her best to scuttle to the back of the truck bed to get away from Dave. She felt the truck move under Dave's weight as he came towards her, but then they both froze. Both their heads turned as the noise of the garage door opening filled the whole garage. Marla could not, even if she had tried, explain the kind of relief that washed over her as Doris' figure appeared, smiling as she regarded the two before her. ******************************************* Doris could not believe how easy it had been to get all the information she needed about Dave, as she had found out his name to be. Apparently the man was very well known among her more shady contacts. In the short drive from the traffic light to the place she was assuming was his, she had garnered all the information she needed. Dave had been released from Oakridge on parole and part of the rules to that parole was he was not to go anywhere near Marla, if he violated that rule he'd be back in for life. She fought back down a spike of jealousy as she looked on at Dave poised over Marla ready to take her, as his fingers fumbled with his zipper. "I thought I told you to fuck off," he growled in the same voice he'd used back at Marla's house only this time it didn't scare Doris. "Let's talk," she said looking him straight in the eye. "You'll walk away right now if you know what's good for you, bitch!" he spoke menacingly. "Fine then," she spoke nonchalantly turning away, "I guess I'll just go talk to Gerald O'Brien," she added walking away. "WAIT!" the smile on Doris' face widened at Dave's reaction to the mention of his parole officer's name. **************************************** For the first time ever Marla heard a note of fear in Dave's voice, "What do you want?" he asked trying to make his voice sound threatening. Marla's eyes closed as she let the relief wash over her, but once again her relief and elation was short lived as she heard Doris' reply to this query, "to share," her syrupy sweet voice replied. Marla's eyes shot open to see Dave's expression go from one of surprise to one of smugness. Both heads turned to regard Marla and the same predatory look she saw in Dave's eyes now lived in Doris' eyes. Dave & Marla Ch. 03 MarriedinMaine2, thank you for your editing and input. ***** Her big green eyes looking back and forth between the two of them, Marla could not help but see the lust and desire on Dave's and Doris' faces as they stood taking her in. She looked away from the staring eyes, glancing around nervously at the tidy garage, as Dave took a step back leaning himself against the rear window of the old pickup. Marla had never seen such a well-organized garage, as everything seemed to be put away in its place. Hooks were mounted on one side of the garage wall, and several extension cords, ropes, chains and a weed whacker were mounted on the various chrome utility hooks. It was obvious that Dave carefully measured items which were affixed to the wall, as everything seemed to be level, at the same height, and with an equal distance of about two feet between each hanging item. No wonder Dave had been able to track down her new home, he paid such attention to detail. Marla also realized the extra significance of the cigar on her front porch, that it was not dropped in haste or by accident, Dave had been marking her home as his, to use like her, as he chose. As she continued glancing around, Marla noticed a pair of binoculars with night-vision resting on a work bench. Noticing the pop-up spotlight and green lenses, somehow she was not surprised that Dave would own such an item. Goosebumps broke out on her arms as her body trembled. She wondered if he had watched her get his letter last night, and if so had he continued watching after she drank her wine when she was in bed? Marla's eyes jerked as they came to Dave, a tent in his pants, Dave's rock hard enlarged cock put an exclamation mark on the situation. He stood just a couple feet from her face looking down on her trembling body. Marla could see Dave's eyes moving as he traced the curve of her breast only partially protected by her lacy bra. His eyes obviously continued their journey along her body, and stopped where she imagined he was staring at the front of her matching blue lace panties, partially out of place after her movement to the rear of the truck. His leer as he did this was visible despite her focus on Dave's eye movements. "Stop now! Just take me back home, Dave," pleading with him hoping he would listen to her pleas, but knowing her words were falling on deaf ears. Dave simply looked at Doris with one eyebrow raised as if to say, 'well get on with it!' Doris licked her lips as she stared at Marla's panties. Unblinking and stepping closer to the pick-up and to Marla, "Let's play, Marla. I don't want to hurt you. Let's play," Doris' voice came out as a hiss. "Yeah, Marla, don't struggle and you won't get hurt, it's play time," Dave spoke as he crouched down looking into her eyes. Holding her chin with his right hand and slowly moving his thumb back and forth over her sensuous lips. Dave's other hand reached out, and before Marla realized what he was doing he found her left nipple through her bra and pulled slightly. He twisted just enough for Marla to feel the fabric of the lace wrinkle around her hardening flesh. Shock parted her mouth, opening it to his thumb as he ran the calloused digit over her tongue for a few moments. She tasted salt and stale cum as he continued his prodding and rubbing, finally pulling his thumb from her mouth, he wiped it on her now closed lips. Marla stared back into Dave's eyes, wanting to wipe her lips, desperately wishing she had a dampened, clean cloth to clean her lips, but not daring to make any demands on the unstable man. She swallowed, again tasting the salt, cum, and the remnants of the cookies Dave had forced her to eat. She sat motionless, blinking back into his eyes, and wondering what would happen next. Before releasing her nipple, Dave gave it one more firm, but not sadistic tug. He stretched her breast forward, forcing her whole body to lean toward him. As he did this, the soft lace cup of her bra rode up the underside of her breast, such that when Dave released her nipple, the flesh was pushed out below the bottom of the cup, and the top gapped, allowing Dave to see her now slightly reddened and embarrassingly for Marla, hard nipple. Once again her body was becoming aroused by Dave's control, betraying her desire to run away by her anxious paralysis. Using his left hand on her upper arm, he guided her up on her knees, "Stand up," he commanded. She stood up on trembling legs, drawing her into his chest he helped her move towards the open tailgate. "Have a seat right here," he knelt and patted the edge of the truck. "You just sit down right there, and show us that sexy pussy of yours, Marla." Feeling cornered, bending down and sitting on the edge of the pickup bed, Marla could feel the coolness of the metal against her bare thighs causing a shiver to run through her. Even in her innermost thoughts, Marla was not sure if it was a shiver of fear or arousal. "Okay," Dave said as he jumped off the back of the truck bed. "Play time." A wicked smile worked its way slowly across his lips as he stood facing her. Doris stood, quietly, taking it all in and growing more and more aroused watching Dave and Marla. She was fascinated at how Dave took control and Marla submitted to his advances, not fighting back. The contrast of his older rugged frame with Marla's sensual curves displayed openly by her lack of clothing, and the disheveled bra highlighting Dave's control intrigued Doris. First, taking his left hand and placing it on her ankle, he pulled her leg up, resting it on the edge of the tailgate. Doing the same with his right hand and bringing up her dangling leg, he leaned his face in and kissed her ankle. Slowly working his way up, he kissed her thigh, then the smooth flesh of the inside of her thigh, running his tongue towards her pussy, but stopping just inches from her wet panties. When he reached the juncture of her thigh with her pussy, Dave used one hand to press on both sides of her lips, causing them to push out creating a mound for him, which Dave nibbled firmly through the lace. The shock again caused Marla to open her mouth and moan. He rested her feet on the edge of the truck pushing Marla's legs apart wide with his strong arms. Her sexy, round ass rested on the edge of the truck bed, putting her pussy on full display, as Dave took his right hand and pulled hard, ripping the lace apart in one swift movement. The cold metal of the old truck caused another shiver to run through Marla's body, as Dave held on to each of her ankles with his big, calloused hands. Her pretty face just inches from his chest, as Dave stood for a minute, enjoying the feeling of holding each of her ankles in his hands, growing increasingly aroused at the thought of her pussy, just waiting for his cock to penetrate. Yet, Dave had another plan, and pounding Marla would need to wait for a bit. "Dave, oh, god, Dave. Please, oh, Dave, stop!" Marla stared at the brutish man standing inches from her trembling body. Having her legs spread apart wide and her ankles secured with his hands was causing her body to betray her as her cunt became soaking wet. Strange feelings of arousal pulsed through her cunt, but she knew this situation was not good. Doris stood in place, her mouth falling open. What a sight! She had often wondered about the landscaping between Marla's legs. Shaved bald with wetness seeping out from between her puffy, pink lips, Doris trembled with excitement. She knew she'd want to go slow at first, savoring every tongue full of juices, but thoughts of gliding a dildo in and out of Marla's sweet pussy filled her lustful mind. Dave spoke, his voice growling, "Doris, come eat some pussy." Taking his right hand, pushing on Marla's shoulder and guiding Marla onto her back so she lay flat on the truck bed. Marla lay with her legs bent at the knees and held wide apart by Dave's hands after he brought his right hand back into place holding her ankle firmly. "You want to know what she tastes like, don't you?" Ducking under Dave's arm, Doris stood facing Marla's widespread legs, devouring her wet pussy with her eyes, as Doris' own pussy leaked moisture into her panties. Dave stared over Doris' shoulder as she paused, and looked closely at Marla's pussy for the first time in 10 years. It was not how he remembered it. Aside from being shaved smooth now, and glistening with drops of her juices leaking out, her pussy had changed with the birth of his child. The larger outer lips were dark with her arousal, and spread by her position on her back with legs held wide apart as well as the remaining bits of lace from her panties. The blue contrasted vividly with her inner lips, wrinkled and dark pink, sticking to the outer lips. Marla's innermost treasure was completely exposed to his lustful stare. The folds of her ultra-soft skin could not quite hide her clit peaking from their juncture at the top, revealing just how aroused this vulnerable position had kept Marla. The thoughts of what he would do with Marla after Doris had her fun filled Dave's mind as the thinner inner lips pulsed with the blood flowing through Marla, her fast heartbeat making them appear to move slightly each moment. Then, reaching forward Doris pulled the remnants of the blue panties to the side, and exposed the naked soft skin of Marla's lips to the brush of her knuckles as lust nearly overpowered her. "Oh, Marla, your pussy is so wet. Marla, are you bad?" Doris had a teasing sound to her voice. Making a fist with her left hand, Doris moved her knuckles up and down along the wet slit, Marla let out a loud moan. "Marla, pretty Marla. Relax and let go. I'm gonna eat you." Doris bent over and placed her tongue on Marla's pussy as it snaked into her wet hole. She felt more and more aroused by pushing and holding aside the panty crotch while eating and playing with pussy. She knew that this action would cause Marla's panties to dig into her ass crack, increasing feelings of pleasure for the sexy lady. Doris became absorbed with the taste of sweetness between Marla's quivering legs as she sucked and licked the sweet nectar. Feeling Doris' tongue spearing her pussy, Marla gasped, "Doris, aaagh!" She couldn't lie to herself any longer, it felt good. In her mind, she began thinking, "Oh, don't stop! Please don't stop." Letting her legs fall apart wider, welcoming the attention to her wet slit, Marla gently began running her hands in Doris hair and pushing herself towards the invading tongue as it poked and prodded her treasure. For a moment she wondered what Dave might be thinking as he stood watching. She didn't care; it felt good. Doris hungrily buried her tongue and mouth on Marla's wet pussy. Letting out a, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," as she greedily sucked and licked the juices. Moving her tongue upwards, she used it to play with Marla's clit, pushing the small nub from side to side. Taking it into her parted lips and continuing to flick it with the tip of her warm tongue, Doris noticed how Marla was instinctively pushing herself against her mouth. Despite her loss of voluntary control every time Dave took control, Marla's body continued to respond instinctively to the pleasure Doris was inflicting on it. As Doris became absorbed and consumed with lustful desires, she continued licking and sucking at a furious pace. Doris barely noticed Dave's hands on her hips, slowly slipping her pants and panties down from her curvy hips, then taking a few moments and continuing as he pulled them to her ankles. He gently lifted each foot to remove the clothing, leaving her bottom naked except for her shoes. He stepped back and stared at her firm, round, creamy white ass. The contrast of her pale skin with the surrounding tan illustrated for Dave that Doris tanned with a small bikini, but not a thong as the skin changed color halfway across Doris' ass. Dave felt his cock respond to the sight before him. Noticing a sliver of sunlight shining on Doris' blond hair as it fell down around her shoulders, he felt strong desires pulsing through him. Still holding the fabric of Marla's panties aside with her left hand, Doris came up for air and began working two fingers into Marla. Filled with lust and turned on by the wet pussy before her, she began aggressively forcing her fingers into Marla's pussy. Moving her fingers in and out, forcefully shoving them deep inside the writhing, twisting woman, Doris was in another of her lusty trances. Marla was moving her head from side to side moaning in pleasure. Dave stood behind Doris as he unfastened and lowered his trousers. Looking down at his stiff cock, he eyed Doris' ass as his spear stood out hard and straight. Dave's cock nestled into the top of Doris' crack, reaching the hem of her t-shirt as it hung just below her waist. His girth forced the checks of Doris' ass to spread helping him to reach under her, and drag her pussy juice to her tightest opening. He could feel a small amount of hair at the start of his fingers journey through the crease of Doris' pussy, but none the further back his hand moved. Apparently she trimmed the front, and shaved the most sensitive areas. Her skin was soft like Marla's, but felt somehow different, maybe tighter or perhaps Doris just had smaller pussy lips. It did not really matter at the moment since her pussy was not his target right now, only the source of lubricant for to ease his entry to her ass. "Aaagh, mmmm," Marla continued as Doris started working three fingers into her, deeply penetrating her pussy as she pulled out and forcefully kept entering her again, and again. Dave took a long moment, watching Marla moving and pushing back against the invasion of Doris' fingers. Not noticing or caring what was going on behind her, Doris was taken by surprise at Dave's attack. She felt a strong hand on the back of her neck, suddenly her head was forced down hard into Marla's pussy and held in place. She felt smothered, struggling to catch a breath as she was held down with her lips and nose buried in Marla's soaking wet pussy. In a loud voice Dave yelled out, "BULL'S EYE!" "Aaagh, no!" she tried to scream as Dave's cock entered her ass in one swift movement, the searing pain causing tears to well up in her eyes. She felt a painful, burning sensation as she realized Dave had invaded her ass, and realizing she was held in place with his strong hand on the back of her neck. Accepting the fact that she would not be getting away from him, she tried her best to calm down and relax, but the pain and discomfort made it impossible for her to fully relax, as up until this moment, she had been an anal virgin. Feeling his hot breath on the side of her face, she heard his growling voice in her ear, "Never fuck with me again, bitch! You thought you were in control, but you are not and you never will be." He continued pounding into her ass as Doris gasped for air. Pulling Doris up by her bleached-blond hair, forcing the arching of her back, he looped a big arm around her throat as he continued pounding her ass with his big, stiff cock. With his other hand, Dave yanked Doris' t-shirt up, exposing her back, and bra strap. With a casual twist of his fingers he released the clasp, and the loosened bra dropped forward off Doris' heaving tits. On her next inhale, Dave grabbed Doris' left nipple and pulled, so that as she exhaled, her collapsing chest pulled her breast taught. The sensation was pleasurable compared to the pain of Dave's attack on her ass. Dave continued to maul her dangling breast as he thrust his cock firmly in and out of Doris from behind. "Oh, Da...Da...Dave, I'm sorry, please, stop! Da...Da...Dave!" she screamed as Marla watched with wide eyes at the two as Dave continued invading Doris' tight ass. Tears causing her mascara and eye shadow to smear and run down her cheeks, Doris' face was a mess. "Is this your first time, bitch! Hmmm?" he growled with excitement, his voice filled with lust. "Looks like I got me some fresh meat to use whenever I want." Her heart was pounding, feeling like it would come right out of her chest, as Dave then moved her head back down, bending her over and once again forcing her face down, smothering her in Marla's wet pussy. "Lick it all up, bitch! Never try fucking with me again! How dare you threaten me!" She felt spit flying out of his mouth and landing on her shoulder blades as his cock continued plowing into her sore ass. Mercifully, she felt his cock twitching in her ass, feeling his hot cum spreading up inside her, as he gave a couple more forceful pumps. Feeling spent, yet exhilarated, Dave leaned down bending over her back continuing to bury her face in Marla's cunt. "When I told you to fuck off, you should have listened to me. What happened to you just now is all your own fault!" Marla orgasmed as the weight of Doris face against her hot pussy felt exquisite. She let out a loud sensuous moan as her legs twitched, pulling her thighs together, Doris head was locked in place against her cunt. The attention from Doris had Marla feeling awkward, but she lay there as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. His cock slipped out of Doris' ass, and a stream of warm cum ran out of her now gaping hole. Giving her hair a tug he brought her up, standing straight with Dave's strong arm around her neck, bending his face to hers, and putting his lips to her left ear, "Hope you learned your lesson, bitch!" he spat out at her. Trembling and fumbling with her words, "I...Dave...sorry. I'm sorry, Dave." Doris could feel the pain deep in her ass and wondered if she would ever be able to sit down in comfort again, feeling warm, sticky cum on the back of her thighs. For a moment she stood there feeling stunned, and wishing she had minded her own business and not followed Dave's old blue pick-up to his home. Marla, wide-eyed, terrified at Dave's raw sexual energy sat up as the adrenaline from her powerful orgasm took hold. Dave, gazing at Marla, recovering from his orgasm, spoke, "Marla belongs to me. We have a son together. I control what happens in my life and my home," reaching over he gave Doris a slap across the face as tears welled up, again, in Doris' eyes. "Sss...sss...sorry, Da...Da...Dave. I am so sorry," she sputtered as she softly cried. "Now, clean me up, you've made a mess of my cock," he barked at Doris. Pulling her towards him and clasping a hand on her neck, he forced her down on her knees, poking his cock into her face leaving a smear of his cum on her cheek. "Open up your mouth and clean me!" Taking his cock in her right hand, closing her eyes, she worked his cock into her mouth, licking and swallowing his cum and her own ass juices. Wishing to herself that she had never tried to get the upper hand with this brutish, powerful man. Regretting the way her day had turned out, she swallowed the bitter taste and tried to not spit it out, Doris concentrated on savoring the lingering sweetness of Marla's juices on her tongue. "Now that you know who the boss is, I'll tell you what the rules of the game are," he spoke staring at Doris as she continued kneeling at his feet and wishing she were somewhere else. Letting his cock slip out of her mouth, watching it dangle and flop, Doris sat down on the cool floor of the garage. The coolness felt good on her sore ass. Scuttling back a few feet away from him, Doris sat with her arms hugging her knees, pulling them close to her chest. She rested her face down against the fabric of her shirt which was still held partly above her tits after the yank Dave had given it while he ravaged her ass, wiping the tears from her face on the wrinkled fabric. To be continued.