Chapter 4

For Trudy, marriage was for life, as she vowed in the church in front of family and friends. But after the last few weeks, her faith in her husband and her own ability to be the kind of wife he wanted, was severely shaken. Brian seemed cold and distant, not interested in her physically and just going through the motions, for appearance’s sake. She tried again last night to make love with him, desperate to prove what Charles said was a lie. But again, she was turned away, tiredness the latest excuse.

So, with anger at her husband and at Charles, she turned up at the court for their second practice session. Charles was waiting, with two other boys, smiling smugly as usual, and looking oh so cocky.

‘This is Jake and Paul, they will be helping us today.’ He told her.

She recognised them, they were reasonable players, though nowhere near as good as her or Charles. She wondered what they could do to help but said nothing, letting Charles dictate the practice. He then explained what would be happening. They were to return serve to them, down the middle or just to one side or the other. They needed to get used to who was going for what shot and who would naturally take the lead. Charles told her not to serve at maximum effort, to let them hit it back hard and in the right places.

Trudy shrugged her shoulders and got in position, her attitude one of whatever. For the next hour the boys opposite returned everything exactly how Charles had wanted, making him and Trudy work hard and together. He would shout when he wanted her to take the shot or to leave it, gradually learning about each other’s double game. Charles was a natural leader and Trudy followed his lead, letting him choose when he wanted to step in and take the shot.

Trudy enjoyed the session, really getting into it as it went on, knowing everything Charles did was right. She began to understand his game and tailored hers to him, working in harmony for the greater good. In short, teamwork. It also let her forget about everything else in her life, giving her something else to think about. After an hour, Charles told the others they could go, wanting to play a little while with just her. Trudy took a break, drinking some water and wiping the sweat from her face and legs.

‘I think we work well together, don’t you?’ He asked, taking a drink.

‘It was ok i suppose.’ She answered, begrudgingly.

He laughed out loud, wiping his brow and looking at her, trying to work out what she was thinking. She had been quiet today, probably still thinking about those rumours, he thought, hoping it was pushing her towards his arms.

‘Do you want to carry on for a bit or do you need to go?’ He asked, trying to sound caring and sincere.

‘Uh ... let’s carry on, I’ve nowhere to be.’ She answered, sounding down.

‘We could talk if you prefer? I’m a good listener.’ He offered, smiling sweetly.

This time Trudy laughed out loud, looking over to him, expecting to see him smiling smugly or laughing like her. But he wasn’t, he looked as though he really wanted to talk, something she knew was lie.

‘Fuck you, you must really think I’m stupid.’ She told him.

‘Ok, but if you change your mind. Let’s play.’

‘I won’t.’ She answered, firing a ball at his head.

He ducked and laughed, giving her first service. They played for another hour, practicing volleys and backhands, both enjoying the effort, Trudy more so. It helped with her anger and sexual frustration, leaving her needing a rest rather than sex, she hoped. When they were done, they left together, walking down the same corridor as yesterday.

‘Are you going to drag me in there again?’ Trudy asked as they approached the ladies toilet.

‘Of course, that’s what you want isn’t it?’ He asked back.

As they got to it, he took her arm and opened the door, pulling her but not hard enough that she couldn’t resist. She stood her ground in the doorway, halfway in, waiting for him to use his superior strength. He smiled and pulled again, still not enough that she couldn’t get away, forcing her to make a decision. Trudy was now confused, standing there, looking back and forth along the corridor, not sure what was happening.

Charles let her go and stepped back further into the toilet, enjoying seeing her confusion. He was all sweaty and tired and wasn’t even going to try this, but her bringing it up changed his mind. The fact she was hesitating was in itself a victory, he thought, the door closing between them. He waited a few seconds before opening it again, hoping she was going to submit to his will, disappointed she hadn’t.

Trudy watched the door close, wondering what his game was, her heart racing as his face disappeared behind it. For a second, she was going to push it open again, her hand reaching out a little before she got a grip and walked off, cursing herself for even thinking about it. She heard him come back out but didn’t look back, knowing he wanted that. She hurried home to safety, feeling very funny.

Brian was home when she arrived, asking how the practice was going and when dinner would be ready. She told him it was good and dinner would be soon, after she showered. He mumbled something as she went to the bathroom, Trudy not bothering asking what, not really interested, her thoughts elsewhere.

She showered thinking of that look on Charles’ face as the door closed, still not believing he actually thought she would enter on her own accord. She took the shower head and aimed it at her clit, the force of the water making her moan loudly, it was delicious and she needed an orgasm, something to calm her down. Her nipples were rock hard as she twisted them, the pain adding to her pleasure as she brought herself to orgasm, crying out as it hit, wanting more.

She dressed and went down to cook dinner, still feeling horny, her pussy throbbing with arousal. Brian was sat at the table, prattling on about something, trying to make conversation but on a subject Trudy had no interest in. She smiled and nodded, not really listening, her thoughts still on that toilet and Charles. She wanted sex, to cum with a cock inside her and a man on top of her, something more than her fingers. Brian said something and laughed, Looking at her and expecting he to laugh as well.

‘Do you want to make love tonight? I’ll do anything you want; try something you’ve always wanted but never asked for, name it.’ She suddenly asked, catching him completely by surprise.

He looked shocked, wondering where this was coming from, his mouth open.

‘Well, what do you think?’ She continued, trying to sound sexy and flirty.

‘Uh ... maybe ... but normal sex is fine.’ He eventually answered, still sounding a little shocked.

‘Ok, whatever you want.’ She smiled, her pussy twitching with anticipation.

They ate in silence, Brian still wondering what was going on, trying to think of something they had never done, not understanding what else they could do. Trudy kept her cool, not doing anything that might make him change his mind. She served him his rice pudding, just how he liked, thick and creamy with a spoonful of jam sitting on the top. When he was finished, she told him to go to the lounge and she would bring him a nice cup of tea with his favourite biscuits.

Trudy fussed over him all evening, doing anything he wanted, nothing too much trouble, even watching match of the day with him. When it was finished, he told her he was going up for a shower, kissing her on the head and telling her he would see her in a bit. She took this as her cue to go to bed and wait for him, which she did, listening to him shower and getting very excited. Her pussy was soaking and her nipples aching, she was desperate to feel him inside her, her fingers at her cunt making her even hotter.

Brian came into the bedroom with his towel around his waist, his chest still wet as he smiled at her, his cock semi hard. Trudy pulled back the sheets, revealing her body and inviting him to join her. He dropped the towel and climbed in, his cock still only semi hard, disappointing her a little.

Trudy embraced him, kissing him passionately as she crawled on top of him, pressing her pussy down on his cock and grinding. Brian kissed her back but with not the same passion, he didn’t like his wife being this aggressive in the bedroom, it was wrong in his mind, he should be the dominant one. Trudy broke the kiss and began to lick his chest, trying to get him as hard as possible.

She took one of his nipples and sucked it, her hand on the other one, twisting it, hoping this would get him going. But he just winced, crying ouch and pulling her mouth away. She didn’t stop though, moving further down and taking his semi hard cock in her mouth, sucking on it and playing with it with her tongue.

Brian let her do this, she was good at it and he liked it. He relaxed as she took him further and further in her mouth, his excitement rising. Trudy could feel him responding, his cock growing hard as she sucked him, making him moan softly. But she wanted him inside her, not cumming in her mouth. She let him go and raised her pussy, taking his cock in her hand and sitting on him, gasping with pleasure as she slid all the way down.

This took Brian by surprise, she had never done this before, it was always him on top, as it should be. He was annoyed she would do this, acting like a man and being the dominant one. But instead of enjoying something different, he just lay there and gave nothing, not even trying to hold himself back so his wife might reach orgasm. Within a couple of minutes he came, moaning loudly to let her know, lifting her off his cock when he was done.

‘No, no, Brian! I need to cum, I’m so horny tonight, please.’ She pleaded, trying to climb back on him.

‘Sorry, it must have been you on top that made me cum so quick. Next time I’ll be on top, like usual.’ He answered, snottily.

‘Brian, please? I’m sorry, we can do it again in a minute, let me get you hard again.’ She asked, her hands stroking his body.

‘Not tonight, maybe tomorrow. Goodnight.’ He told her, turning away on his side.

Trudy was so angry now, her voice trembling as she asked: ‘What about me and my pleasure? I have needs you know.’

‘Goodnight, I’m tired.’ Was all he would say.

‘You bastard.’ She yelled, getting out of bed and leaving the room.

She went to the spare room, knowing if she stayed with Brian, she would kill him and a life behind bars was not that appealing. The bed was made up already so she got in and stared at the lights from the school, her fingers going to her pussy and pushing inside. She tried to bring herself to orgasm but was still too angry, her body not responding as it should, making her even angrier. She had to lay there frustrated, still thinking of ways to kill her husband without getting caught. It took her ages to fall asleep and when she did, it wasn’t a good sleep, tossing and turning all night, dreaming of sex.

Brian left early in the morning, knowing his wife would still be angry and wanting to avoid a scene, hating that about women. Trudy heard him leave, glad she wouldn’t have to see him until later. She showered and dressed, putting on her tight jeans and tight sweater, without underwear, looking with approval in the mirror before going down for her cup of tea.

It was ten am when Trudy sat at the same table in the same café where she met those three young men a few weeks ago. She sipped her tea and looked outside at the people going by, scared but excited, wondering what would happen if they strolled by. After three cups and a scone, she left the café, a little disappointed they didn’t come in. But she was very horny and knew she could make herself cum very quickly. She went back home and run upstairs, stripping quickly and jumping on the bed, her fingers working their magic and bringing her to orgasm in minutes.

She cried out as she came, her body so grateful for the release, even if it was only temporary. She squirmed on the bed, her fingers still playing with her pussy, desperately wanting something bigger inside her. If only she had bought that vibrator, the one Amy showed her.

She was on her way to another orgasm when the doorbell sounded, twice, breaking her rhythm. ‘Fuck’, she shouted, getting up and putting on her robe. When she opened the door, it was the postman with a parcel, his eyes suddenly widening as he stared at her hard nipples clearly sticking out. Trudy saw him staring, realising what she must look like, a thrill running through her body.

‘Uh ... i have uh ... a parcel. You need to sign for it.’ He stammered, his eyes still on her nipples.

‘Do you have a pen?’ She asked, letting him stare.

‘Oh yes, here you are.’ He answered, handing it to her.

She took the pen and the clipboard, signing it slowly, letting her robe fall open a little and giving him a treat. When she looked up at him, he was smiling, her left breast now on view. She gave him back the pen and took the parcel, still letting him ogle her, getting a real thrill from his reaction. He took it but didn’t move, his eyes glued to her tits.

‘Was there anything else?’ She asked, provocatively.

‘Uh ... no ... i don’t think so. Unless you can think of anything?’ He asked back, praying she would invite him in.

But he was too old, about sixty Trudy guessed. ‘ No, sorry. Bye now.’ She told him, softly, closing the door.

She almost collapsed to the floor, her heart racing with excitement and her pussy throbbing. She had never done anything remotely like that and couldn’t believe she just did. The postman was still outside, she could see him through the frosted glass, stunned by her outrageous behaviour. After a few seconds he left, leaving Trudy to masturbate again, this time on the hallway floor, her behaviour getting worse.

When she had calmed down and sat at the kitchen table, her body still wanting sex, she thought about what she was doing, not sure she actually knew, just knowing it was becoming a problem. She wanted sex but wasn’t getting it and was becoming reckless, this was obvious, but why she had turned into this woman was what was disturbing her. She had thought about it often lately and still couldn’t bring herself to face reality. It was all too Freudian and it hurt her head thinking about it, so she stopped, burying it even deeper.

Charles was waiting for her when she got to the court later that day, his smiling face greeting her as usual. He was so smug, still, everyday acting as though everything was normal. No one would ever think he was capable of what he was doing, all they saw was the rich, well-educated upper class young man. Trudy was even getting used to it all, actually liking their sessions together. It was fun playing tennis and it gave her something to look forward to in an otherwise dull life. She cursed herself for smiling back at him but couldn’t help it, it was her normal reaction.

As they practiced, a few other boys started to watch them. At first, Trudy took no notice but as more began to watch she started to recognise them, they were all her rapists. She felt nervous now, wondering what they were doing and if this was something Charles had planned. After the next game, she stopped and went to the net, waiting for him to come over.

‘What’s going on? What are they doing here?’ She asked, blushing and feeling embarrassed.

‘Oh yes, they want to fuck you after, in the ladies.’ He answered, calmly and coolly, before returning to the service line.

She looked at all the boys watching her, six of them, one missing she calculated. They were all smiling at her, their eyes letting her know what they were thinking. She looked over to where Mr Phelps was, the far side of the hall, wondering if she could call him or go to him. Charles fired a ball at her, hitting her on the thigh, shouting for her to carry on. She jumped back, the pain making her wince.

‘Bastard.’ She shouted, the boys all laughing.

They played on, Trudy constantly looking over at the boys, losing point after point as Charles got mad. In the end he called an end to it, telling her it wasn’t worth carrying on.

‘It’s your fault for inviting them, how do you expect me to play when I know what’s coming after?’ She yelled, angry with him for spoiling things.

‘Are you coming?’ He called back, him and the boys waiting for her.

‘No, fuck off.’ She replied, sitting down.

They didn’t answer, just left the hall, leaving her sitting there. She watched them leave, knowing they would be waiting. Mr Phelps was still playing football on the far side, showing no sign of finishing up, leaving her to either wait or take a chance on going. She gave it another five minutes before grabbing her bag and going to the door, cautiously looking up the corridor, trying to pluck up the courage to run for it. No one else was around, making her even more nervous, her heart racing.

In the end she took the chance, walking briskly along the corridor toward the outside door, the ladies toilet coming up on her left. Just before she reached it, Charles stepped out, smiling, his hand held out for hers. She stopped and gasped loudly, her heart pounding as she looked around for the others.

‘It’s just me, I sent them away. I promised I would give you to them after the tournament, so you have a week’s grace. Say thank you.’

She said nothing at first, not believing him, edging forward, trying to get past the door. He moved closer to her, his hand still out.

‘Come in, it’s just me, I promise.’ He said, again.

‘Why?’ She asked, stopping.

He took her hand, pulling her, not answering. She resisted, making him pull harder but not aggressively.

‘Come, it will be alright, I promise.’ He repeated.

She let him pull her in, scared but not wanting to fight him again, hoping he was just going to chat or ask for a kiss. The door closed behind them, making her jump. Charles still had her hand, pulling her to him as he leaned against the wall. He let her go and put his arms around her waist, gently squeezing her, enjoying how she felt, her breath smelling good.

Trudy looked around the toilet, half expecting the other boys to jump out of the cubicles, happy when they didn’t.

‘Are you alright?’ He asked, holding her still.

‘Yes, I’m ok. What are we doing here, Charles?’ She replied, nervously.

‘I just like being with you, on our own, your smell and the way you feel, it’s nice. You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful, Trudy.’ He told her, his voice dripping with desire.

‘Thank you, but I really should be going, I need a shower.’ She told him, his hands still holding her.

‘I want another kiss, like yesterday but don’t pull away and storm off.’ He told her, his lips inches from hers.

‘Just a kiss?’ She sighed.

‘Unless there’s more on offer?’ He smiled.

‘Why are you asking when you just take? Do you think I’m going to throw myself in your arms just because my marriage is shit?’ She asked, angry again, with herself and him.

‘Jesus, where did that come from? Don’t be so angry all the time, relax.’ He replied, condescendingly.

Trudy was now furious, nearly falling for his shit: ‘Fuck you and all men, let me go or fuck me.’

Charles was now angry, thinking she was out of order when he was being so nice. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it up, over her head, pushing her back. She stood there, defiantly, staring at him. He then ripped her bra off, making her gasp in shock before pulling down her skirt, leaving her in just her panties. Trudy still stood there, not moving, her eyes blazing with anger and worst of all, arousal.

‘Get them off and bend over the counter.’ He ordered, aggressively.

‘Fuck you.’ She swore, not moving.

He grabbed them and pulled, tearing them apart. He then pushed her and bent her over the counter, pulling down his pants and releasing his cock. Trudy looked behind her and saw his hard, thick cock, her mouth watering at the thought of it inside her. Charles was angry still as he shoved it in, punching as hard as he could, making her gasp with surprise.

‘Just remember, I fuck you when I want and so do my friends, whore.’ He grunted, pounding into her.

Trudy was battered against the wall, her head sliding along the counter as he fucked her with all his power. She grunted, too, his cock feeling so good, just what she needed.

‘You fucking bastard, I hate you.’ She cried.

‘Good, you fucking whore.’ He cried back.

But she could feel her orgasm coming, nothing was going to stop it, not after all her frustrations recently. Charles wanted her to cum, to show her how good he was and to teach her a lesson.

‘I can feel you, you want me so bad, you whore.’ He taunted, more in control now.

‘Fuck ... you ... oh god.’ She replied, her body tingling all over as the orgasm built.

‘The whore is cumming, she can’t help it.’ He laughed, slowing down and teasing her.

She pushed back, wanting him to fuck her hard, to punish her. He was right, she was a whore and needed this. But he wanted her to suffer in another way, to withhold her pleasure and make her beg. Instead of speeding up, he slapped her hard across her cheeks, his handprint left in bright red.

‘Ouch, you bastard.’

He slapped her again, just as hard. She cried out but didn’t move, her pussy clamping down on his cock, trying to squeeze some pleasure from it. He sped up a bit, giving her what she wanted, her moans telling him she liked that. His response was another hard smack on her ass, making her jump and groan, her cheeks now red all over.

‘God, I think you like being punished, don’t you?’ He chuckled, another smack landing.

She just moaned, astonished by how the pain from his hand was going straight to her cunt, making this fuck even better. Her orgasm was here, crashing into her as hard as any before, making her gurgle with pleasure.

‘You fucking whore, cumming like this.’ He mocked, another smack landing.

He too was near, his cock banging into her hard again, giving them both what they wanted and needed. Trudy was in the throes of her orgasm, moaning and pushing her cunt back onto his cock, all the frustrations of the last few days disappearing. It was wonderful, the best sex of her life and she hated herself for it but couldn’t stop. Charles then came, flooding her with his sperm, adding even more to her orgasm, both not wanting it to end.

Charles fell on her back, his cock still twitching inside her and sending little bolts of pleasure through her body. Trudy sighed with satisfaction, loving how he felt inside her, her pussy twitching with his cock. None of them spoke, their bodies more than happy and no words needed. When Charles eventually stood back, Trudy stood with him, picking up her skirt and top and putting them on, her ripped bra and panties still on the floor. Charles was grinning as he watched her dress, her body looking so fine.

Trudy still said nothing and left, her feeling of shame had no words. Charles took her underwear and followed, knowing how much his friends would appreciate her ripped garments. Trudy had to run the gauntlet of young boys in the corridors and out in the grounds, some noticing her hard nipples poking out clearly through her shirt. She also felt the sperm running out of her and down her thighs, desperate to get home before it reached below her skirt.

She made it just in time, a big blob of white goo now at her knee. It was so thick, she thought, taking it in her fingers and playing with it, amazed a young boy could produce so much. She showered and dressed, putting on the dinner, her mind in turmoil as she thought about her orgasm and how good it was, knowing things with Charles were now very different.

Brian and her said little that evening, both choosing not to mention last night, there was no point. She felt nothing as she looked at him, realising her marriage was more-or-less over now. There was no hurt, she thought, only indifference. She would take her time to decide when to go and where to go, there was no hurry. When she went up to bed, she chose the spare room, hoping Brian would get the message.

In the morning he left early again, not wanting to face her, which made her happy as well. She lay in bed, thinking what to do with Charles and how she could resolve the situation, knowing it couldn’t carry on like it was. But unless he stopped forcing her, she could see no way out, other than telling someone or leaving the school, none of which were feasible at the moment. What made it worse was the way she was starting to respond to him, cumming so easily, even though it was rape.

She got up and stood at the window, naked, looking out at the school, her nipples hard and beginning to ache. The curtains were open and anyone close enough could see her top half without any problem. There were boys the other side of the field but they would need binoculars, she thought, feeling daring, her fingers twisting her nipples. The boys’ dorms were to her right, about a hundred yards away, their windows all facing hers. She wondered which one was Charles’, hoping he was looking at her as she gave a little moan.

Charles was indeed at his window looking toward her house, but he had no binoculars, his eyes on her windows wondering if she was thinking about him. He was going to fuck her again this afternoon and make her cum again. He liked how she sounded when she was cumming, like a little girl whimpering. That made him think of how she responded to his smacking her bum, wondering if that was something else she liked and wanted. He turned and put on his jacket, his cock hard, making it awkward as he left the dorm.

Trudy spent the morning with Amy, answering her questions about playing tennis with the handsome young Charles Wooton. They laughed and joked, Trudy doing her best not to show anything that might arouse suspicion, though it was hard. But Amy did notice something, her friend seemed happier and more relaxed than of late, if she didn’t know better, she would say she had great sex last night.

‘And how’s Brian, is he being a good husband, carrying out his duties efficiently?’ She inquired; her tone obvious.

‘Amy! Behave.’ Trudy replied, trying to sound playful.

‘Ok, I can tell he has been, lucky girl.’ Amy giggled.

It was a nice morning for Trudy, it always was with Amy, they got on so well and she really enjoyed her company. She didn’t want to leave but had to, it was gone one pm and she had to do some shopping before going to the school for tennis. They kissed and hugged, both hugging tighter than usual and their kiss was definitely more intimate, on the lips for the first time. It was only for a second but they had never done that before, and it was Trudy that initiated it, feeling really close to her friend after their chat.

Amy didn’t object, smiling at her friend as their lips parted, enjoying the contact, wishing it was for longer. Trudy blushed a little, recognising that look from Amy, seeing it in the boys eyes when they fucked her. She left wondering about her friend, her nipples hardening as she did so, thinking of kissing her again. By the time she got home, she had decided Amy was definitely interested in her sexually and it made her excited, something she didn’t think possible about another woman.

She changed into her tennis clothing, still thinking of Amy, her nipples hard again. What would it be like, she began to wonder, imagining licking her pussy and making her cum. She had to stop, it was getting her wet and that was the last thing she wanted knowing who was waiting for her. Her face was also a little red as she gazed at her reflection, thinking how she was changing as a person and wondering when it would end.

Charles was smiling as she arrived, as usual, his demeanor super confident and cheery, obviously very happy to see her. She smiled back, thinking of yesterday as she got out her racket, her body reacting to him being so close.

‘I really enjoyed yesterday, did you?’ He asked, grinning at her.

‘Let’s play shall we.’ Was all she said, turning her back.

‘How’s your bum? I think you liked being punished, shall I do it again?’ He teased.

‘The tournament’s a week tomorrow, do you want to practice or not?’ She asked, blushing at the thought of being punished by a fourteen-year-old.

They played for ninety minutes, both really enjoying it, even joking with each other at times, much to Charles’ surprise. When they called it a day and were putting their things in the bags, Trudy looked at Charles and wondered how he could be like he is? One minute he was nice and good company, better than most men she knew, and then a sexual predator, taking what he wanted with no regard for anyone else’s feelings. She quickly looked away when he caught her staring, embarrassed he had seen her.

‘It’s ok, Trudy, you can look. You can even touch if you want?’ He teased, feeling so cocky, knowing she found him attractive.

She didn’t answer, picking up her bag and turning to leave. Charles quickly joined her, walking out together.

‘Do you want me to punish you and fuck you in the ladies?’ He asked as they walked down the corridor.

‘No.’ She told him, firmly.

‘Liar. I think you really liked being spanked and now you feel embarrassed because you can’t admit it.’