Dave & Marla Ch. 01

Thank you to Ray and Ed for your editing.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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...