Ellen Bixby decided to take another shower. It was just nerves, she guessed. She checked again. Yes, everything was done, all was in order. Except her life. It would change drastically on this day.
Her body warmed under the spray of hot water. Her pink skin smoothed under the slippery softness of the creamed soap. She knew very well shy she had finally decided to take the second shower of the morning. She knew what she had to do if her lovely body was to enjoy any relaxation at all.
Her fingers nipped at the nipples of her sudsy breasts. Obediently, they erected, hard as walnuts. Then the delicate fingers ran down over softer territory-the whiteness of her creamy tummy. A few strokes into her navel, and then . . . and then.. . .
The burning raced up through her, ending its lightning at the back of her neck. Her finger worked in wide circles over her clitoris, and Ellen closed her eyes, a heavenly smile appearing on her lovely face.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, as the love juices began to flow, mixing with the sudsy soap at the top of her inner thighs. With her other hand she reached behind and stroked deep into the crack of her buttocks. The slippery finger in front dug demanding deeper, and her whole body shuddered in sweet ecstasy. The finger in back strained, as if trying to meet it from the opposite direction. The rolls of Ellen's hips became slower, wider.
"Ahhhhh!" she finally groaned.
Her body quivered once, twice.
Yes. She was more relaxed now.
As the plane took off and banked out towards the Pacific, Ellen Bixby took one last look at Stanford University. She had graduated last June and had spent the summer with her fianc' nearby, and now she was on her way to begin the first phase of her new life in Los Angeles. She knew that the plane ride would take only an hour, and yet she felt as if she was leaving one world behind and entering a completely new one that was many light years away from her carefree student days. Starting in less than a week, Ellen Bixby would take up her position at Las Altas High School as a
Guidance Counselor, helping all the boys and girls to solve both their personal and educational problems, even though she was barely twenty-one years old herself!
Turning from the window, Ellen took in her surroundings, squirming her sensuous buttocks deeper into the narrow space of her seat to find a more comfortable position. There was a slightly balding, paunchy, middle-aged businessman in the seat next to her and she could almost smell the stale cigar smoke on his breath as he turned to smile faintly at her. She noticed that he had a sheaf of papers in his lap, the kind that looked like bookkeeping paper, which he was flipping through as if in search of some particular bit of information. Picking a magazine out of the seat-back in front of her, the voluptuous blonde began to glance through its multi-colored pages, trying to keep her mind from dwelling on the lovely summer she had just spent with Fletch. God, she was so sorry it was over!
It must have been fifteen minutes later, she guessed, when she happened to glance towards the man next to her again. Now his papers were lying flat across his lap and, lowering her eyes, Ellen saw that his hand was buried beneath the pages of paper while his wide-eyed gaze was locked on the smooth white thigh next to him, which had been exposed when Ellen shifted position. Damn, she swore, perhaps I shouldn't have worn this mini-skirt. Hurriedly, she yanked down the skirt and waited for a moment.
And then, she laughed silently to herself.
Hadn't it always been the same? Ever since her body had ripened to its mature voluptuousness, hadn't men always stared at her, up and down, as if mentally undressing her? As a teenager, she had always found such glances highly embarrassing, those long lingering stares she had always attracted ever since her breasts had blossomed into sensuous ripeness and her hips had flowered to curvaceous fullness. God, how many times had she walked past the corner drug store or the old hotel with its bar full of men and been hounded by those hungry, lecherous eyes following her every swaying movement, not to mention the occasional comments from the bolder of them!
But now that she had matured and been through college, Ellen only found those glances amusing. Or pitiful. She no longer begrudged men those sometimes suggestive stares, thinking that it was, in a way, flattering to her ripe sensuality. Let them look all they want, she had vowed, as long as they don't try to handle the merchandise! Not that that hadn't happened too often to recall, either! But Ellen Bixby knew how to handle herself from dangerous situations with lady-like ease and grace. No, she had never let her own sensuality or sexual desires get out of hand, beyond her control, nor had she allowed the many men she had dated to lose control of themselves, either!
Yes, she had long ago learned to recognize the amorous symptoms of the opposite sex, when their lust was threatening to get the best of their better natures and their gentlemanly courtesy. Even in her teenage years she had been able to easily see the telltale signs of danger, when men's eyes took on that fiery, smoldering dullness, or when their hands suddenly seemed powered by a craving wanderlust to explore her tender young breasts or to slither up her tightly-clenched thighs beneath her skirt. She had listened to their passionate pleas and even though at times she had felt the same raging fires gnawing at her own loins, she had always resisted. She knew that it would be only too easy for a girl to lose a man's respect.
But then, Fletch had been different, right from the very beginning. Ever since she had met him during her sophomore year of college, she knew that he was the man she wanted to marry. Each time she saw him enter her dormitory, or later her apartment, she could feel her heart fluttering within her chest and a warm, body-permeating glow seemed to spread throughout her entire being. His smile had charmed her from the first moment. His brightly laughing, teasing eyes had fascinated her with their eager curiosity and easygoing good-nature. And it wasn't anything he had ever specifically said or done, but she was convinced that he had fallen in love with her and that her voluptuously enticing body was only icing on the cake.
She had surrendered to him for the first time about a year after she had met him. It was a wonderful warm spring night after they had gone with a group of friends for a picnic lunch. They had stayed on, however, after everyone else had left. The moon seemed like a beacon of their love, shining down like a spotlight onto the dark ocean before them. They had lain together, silent and still, for many long hours on the beach by the edge of the grove of trees, and when his hands had roamed up her leg and rubbed gently into the crotch band of her panties, a shiver of undeniable passion had invaded her entire body.
She knew at that moment that she couldn't resist her own desires any longer. Nor did she want to resist them. When his other hand began to creep beneath her blouse, she had felt another strange surge of desire rippling through her hot-blooded body and then, at last, when they were both totally naked beneath the moon-light, Fletch had gently thrust his long thick rod of pulsing flesh into the virginal vault of her lust-lubricated vagina. Oddly enough, in spite of all the stories she had heard, Ellen had felt no pain at all during that first penetration of her maidenhead. On the other hand, she didn't feel the wild swirls of erotic ecstasy that she had always heard about, either.
It wasn't that she was cold or frigid. God, she desperately wanted to enjoy their sexual adventures together as much as Fletch apparently did. And she wasn't sure why she didn't. She knew only too well the gnawing, hungry craving in her belly that seemed to demand the plunging hot thickness of a male penis thundering up towards her belly.. . she knew, too, the mounting, building pressure of her own desire thundering through her groin. But somehow, pinnacle of ecstasy that she was sure she had approached every single time she had felt Fletch's lunging hot-rod storming up into the hotly clasping chamber of her cunt.. . she had come so close so often.. . so excitingly close . . . like that weekend when she and Fletch had come to Los Angeles to look for an apartment for her and had spent the night together in a nearby motel.
Ah, well, she sighed, sooner or later she would reach that glorious height of exquisite rapture. She wasn't quite sure when or how, but she knew that one day she would find complete sexual happiness. She only hoped it would be soon.
Meanwhile, Fletch had gone up to Oregon to see his parents and she was en route to Los Angeles. She knew that she would have a lonely six months ahead of her without Fletch and yet she had the strange, intangible feeling that somehow she would find fulfillment now . . . Fletch, having gone through college on an ROTC scholarship, had subsequently gone on through law school and was now obligated to enter the Army for his basic training. They had agreed that, in the meanwhile, she would live and work in Los Angeles and then, at the end of the semester, she would join him wherever he was to be stationed.
Of course, she knew that she would see Fletch tomorrow. He would be coming to Los Angeles overnight before reporting to wherever it was in Texas that he had to go. And then, after his basic training was completed, he would have a leave before having to report to his post and she would see him again then, but twice in six months was not a lot, she mused, when she had been so used to seeing him every single day all summer long . . . and every single night as well!
Ellen slid past the paunchy, lecherous man beside her and walked, swaying her sensuously ripened buttocks to the lewd pleasure of every businessman on the plane, down the narrow aisle towards the ladies room. She studied her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She laughed again, musing that it was no wonder all the men were staring at her with such apparent lasciviousness when her bountiful, rounded breasts were almost pouring out over the low-cut blouse that she wore!
Ellen realized then that she did feel a little anxious about being in a city as large as Los Angeles all by herself. She had been raised in a small town on the coast of northern California and, when she went to college, San Francisco was the largest city she had ever seen. Now she was going to a city which she felt was at least ten times as large, ten times as impersonal, ten times as unmanageable. But, as she gazed thoughtfully into the mirror, she realized that only grim determination showed in the cool green eyes that gazed back at her from the image in the glass. She could survive, she knew, and survive well. Soon enough she would learn her way around, find some friendly shopkeepers, and begin to feel at home.
In a way, living in Los Angeles would be a challenge and she didn't shrink from it. Quite the contrary, she viewed living in such a large and seemingly alien city was necessary to her education, necessary to bring her from the small-town mentality in which she had been raised to a more cosmopolitan consciousness. With Fletch in the Army, she would no doubt be traveling all over the world, to strange countries with strange languages and customs, so Los Angeles would be a good starting point for her to accustom herself to the ways of the world.
Fletch! God, wouldn't it be wonderful when at last they could get married and truly begin their life together? After her semester of working, she would return to San Francisco where they would be married . . . and then? Who knows where they would go? Europe? The South Pacific? Someplace strange and exciting and exotic? Wherever they went, they would be together! And she would be Mrs. Fletch Hines!
Nervously, Ellen fixed her makeup and returned to her seat. Looking at her wristwatch, she realized that within fifteen minutes, she would be in Los Angeles, her new home for the next six months!
Ellen arrived at the airport the following afternoon a full half-hour before Fletch's plane was due to arrive. To pass the time, she wandered in and out of a few airport shops and had a cup of coffee in the coffeeshop. And then, at last, his flight was announced!
The sensuous blonde flew into her fianc''s arms the minute he got off the plane and began jabbering in an incessant stream about her own flight down, her apartment, and what little she had discovered of the city. Fletch had attended UCLA as an undergraduate, so he was, of course, much more familiar with the city than she.
Once in the car, Ellen's flow of conversation stopped long enough for her handsome dark-haired fianc' to get a few words in edgewise. "Well, darling, how do you like your new home in the big city?" He reached out to draw his voluptuous blonde fianc' closer as he carefully drove along the freeway in the open-topped convertible. "You're looking out at the city like a wide-eyed kid or a tourist from Podunk, Iowa! What do you think!"
"I'm not sure what to think, frankly," she answered, smiling, wondering whether she would ever feel at home with the mammoth shopping centers and enormous skyscrapers, not to mention the swarms of people who rushed like a horde of ants in and out of the many buildings. "It's strange . . . I know I see trees along the streets, but it seems odd that there isn't any really open space," she ventured timidly as she kept her gaze fastened on the ever-stretching city around her. "I mean . . . well . . . it just seems like it's all buildings of one sort or another without any . . . grass
. . . or something!"
Fletch merely smiled. "But the people are friendly here, don't you think?" he ventured.
"Well, I suppose so, although I haven't met too many," Ellen smiled lamely, inching towards the center of the seat to be closer to him, taking comfort from the fact that she was no longer alone now that Fletch was with her. Of course, he had to leave tomorrow, but still it was nice to have him so close to her even for such a short time. It had been such a relief to her to see him again after her first lonely night in the big city.
She had arrived late the afternoon before and had gone straight to her apartment, where she spent the evening unpacking her few belongings. Somehow, her apartment had seemed strange, cold and barren to her, although it hadn't seemed that way when she and Fletch had chosen it a few weeks before. Perhaps it was Fletch's absence that made the place seem so forbidding. In any event, perking up her spirits with a nice martini, she had set about trying to devise some way of decorating the place to make it seem more like home. And then, at last, she had drifted off to sleep . . .
And then, this morning, before Fletch arrived, she had gone to the grocery store and to the liquor store so that they wouldn't have to leave the apartment once he arrived for anything at all! She didn't have much time with Fletch, she knew, and so she wanted to keep him all to herself. Of course, they might want to go out to dinner.. . a kind of celebration of the life together that they would have in six months.. . but perhaps not, she thought.
Now, turning to him, she peeked coyly up at him from below her long, silky lashes and smiled sweetly, sensing the influence of her presence over him. "Darling . . . do you think we should go out to dinner and celebrate tonight.. . or eat at home?" She nestled up against him, hoping that he would want to stay home, and warmly kissed his shoulder.
Feeling the intoxication of her fragrant nearness, Fletch Hines let his hand drift down over her softly rounded shoulder and stroked the downward slope of her ripely jutting breast. Immediately, he felt a spark of ignited desire racking through his groin and he slid his legs several inches across the seat to let it rest against the warmth of her supple, soft thigh, exposed to his feasting eyes by the shortness of her mini-skirt. God, she was a beautiful woman, he marveled silently. And, he added, I'm a damned lucky guy to have her, a woman as intelligent and sensitive as she is gorgeous!
"Well . . . perhaps we should eat at home," he declared, feeling the old flames of his passion swirling now within his groin as she snuggled close to him. "After all, we won't have much time together. I think it would be nice if we just spent the time alone, just the two of us. "OK?" His roving palm grazed the softness of her pert pink nipple beneath the thin layer of her blouse and another jolting tremor of desire shot through him. "I've really missed you for the last week, you know? I was so used to having you around all the time . . . let's make up for lost time tonight, shall we?"
Ellen Bixby merely murmured, hoping that tonight might be the night when she would reach that longed-for sexual gratification with Fletch that she had always sought. By the look in his eyes and by the increasing insistence of his touch, she could tell that all his senses were attuned to her, to making love to her, and she hoped that the confidence he exuded was a clue of the wonderful things to come that night. Yes, perhaps after all this time, tonight would be the night!
Encouraged by her warm murmuring, Fletch added, "You're a wonderful woman, you know that, don't you? And there's nothing I want more in the world than to make you happy, Ellen. Nothing. And I will, mark my words!" Ellen could feel her heart fluttering within her chest! He was as much as promising that tonight would be the night she had waited and longed for ever since that first moonlit night on the beach at the edge of the woods! "You're a tantalizing little morsel for the-likes of me! And I'm going to see to it that you never go away unsatisfied again!"
Ellen sighed and snuggled even closer to her handsome, darkly intent young fianc'. She could feel her nipple still tingling from his erotically teasing touch, and if they hadn't been in the car she knew she wouldn't have been able to resist the continued exploration of his marvelously tender fingers! God, she wanted to feel the exquisite raptures of orgasm so badly! And from the way Fletch was talking, she might not have to wait too much longer!
The sumptuous blonde knew, from sex studies and magazine articles she had read, that all women didn't necessarily reach orgasm every time they went to bed with a man. But she didn't want to be one of those awful staistics. And, she knew full well that with her own probing, plunging fingers she could bring herself to that ecstatic release . . . it was only when Fletch's lust-swollen shaft of virile man-flesh was thrusting in and out of her slippery-walled vagina that she couldn't seem to manage to that exquisite height. She wondered vaguely if there wasn't something seriously wrong with her . . .
Shaking her head, Ellen tried to dislodge the persistent thoughts of sex which seemed to have dominated her brain for the past twenty minutes since they had left the airport. She turned her gaze sideways, away from the man whose mere good looks could start a hungry churning in her belly, and glanced at the acres and acres of houses and tree-lined city streets that encamped beside the freeway as they drove along towards the San Fernando Valley. This was going to be her home for the next six months . . . she saw women emerging, laden with bags, from supermarkets . . . children and teenagers playing in the streets or in schoolyards . . . cars, cars and more cars, everywhere she looked . . . this was the big city, all right, she mused!
At last, they pulled up in front of the small cream-colored stucco building of her apartment house. It was a small, square building two stories high, in the center of which was a courtyard with a swimming pool. Immediately next to it was another building which looked exactly the same except that its color was pale pink. Ellen didn't mind that her bedroom faced this next building, which was in fact separated from her building by only fifteen yards, because her living room window looked out onto the swimming pool and courtyard and was bathed in sunlight all day long since it faced the south.
"Well," Fletch sighed, grabbing his suitcases from the trunk of the car, "home at last! It's not the world's most elegant apartment, I will grant you, darling, but it's quite cozy-and in-expensive enough so that you'll be able to save some money! So! Shall we go in?"
Fletch carried his suitcases in one arm and Ellen wrapped his arm around his free one, smiling cheerfully in anticipation of their lovely, candle-lit dinner and the erotic adventures that were sure to follow. As they walked past the swimming pool towards the door to the stairway which led up to her apartment, Ellen noticed that Fletch was looking appreciatively at a young brunette demurely posed by the side of the pool with her tanned, rounded thighs just far enough apart to appear seductive. She smiled to herself. Let him look all he wants, she thought with determination, let him look. As long as that's all he does!
Half an hour later, Ellen was in the shower in her new apartment, having waited until Fletch took one to scrub the grime of his journey off his handsome young body. She knew what he was doing now. He had said he wanted to go out for a walk, but she knew very well that he had gone down to the corner liquior store to buy a bottle of champagne. It was just like him-and just like him to think that she wouldn't have any suspicion of what he was doing! He was so sweet, so thoughtful, so kind and generous. And so devoted to her! If only she could find some satisfaction in bed . . .
The voluptuous blonde lingered in the warmth of the shower, massaging the slippery froth of soap into a rich lather, letting her hands slide down into the secret recess between her legs. No, she mustn't masturbate today . . . she mustn't let her fingers tease and titillate at the glistening pink folds of her cock-hungry cunt. . . not today . . . not when she would be able to enjoy the real thing tonight!
But Ellen Bixby couldn't really help herself. She let her warm fingers gently probe within the moist crevice between her lushly rounded buttocks and into her vaginal flesh. As soft waves of sensual pleasure rippled upward through her belly and into her tingling breasts, her fingers gently sought the exquisite oily bud of her sensitive clitoris which she massaged gently at first, and then with a growing, mounting passion.
"Ooooooohhhhh . . . God, I shouldn't do this," she choked half-heartedly as her other hand rose up to the scintillating mounds of her breasts, plucking at the rosy peaks and watching as they changed from their tender spreading pinkness to tight crimson buds that throbbed mercilessly beneath her teasing, fire-filled fingertips! Her whole naked body was now shuddering with the excitement that she herself had produced and she began to grind her hips back and forth against the insistent pressure of her fingers teasing the velvety folds of her cunt.
"Aaaaannnngggghhh . . . " she murmured, feeling her anxiously throbbing clitoris growing and hardening like a little diamond with every passing moment. Heatedly, she plunged first one finger and then two into the wetly seeping cavern of her quivering cunt, undulating her hips more feverishly back and forth to simulate the actual act of fucking as her fingers drove ever upwards, sending wave after wave of pruriently exciting passion swirling through her hot-blooded body! Yes . . . yes . . . she was close now . . . so close . . . only a few more moments and she would reach those deliriously exciting heights she had always wanted to reach with Fletch!
She could feel every nerve-ending in her naked body quivering in anticipation of the sublime release she was striving so hard to reach as her fingers ground hotly into the wetly clasping passage of her hungrily sucking pussy while her other hand continued to tease and titillate the warmly pliant flesh of her ample young breasts! Her hips seemed to fly now back and forth of their own volition, steadily increasing the tempo until she thought she would go mad with the fiery passions raging within her loins! Any moment now . . . soon she would climax . . . aaaaaaaahhhh . . . oooohhhhhh . . .
"Babe? Are you almost done in the shower? I've got a little surprise for you here!"
Fletch was back already!
Quickly removing her fingers from her still unsatisfied cunt, Ellen Bixby rinsed the slippery soap off of her body and stepped out of the shower. The mirror was too steamed up to tell whether or not her face was flushed from her self-induced passion . . . but she could always pass that off as a result of the heat of the shower if Fletch noticed. Still, a hungry, craving gnawing in her wetly excited cunt churned wildly within her nakedness . . . God, she had been so close! Only a few more minutes and she wouldn't be feeling the awful sensation of frustration eating away at her groin now!
Ellen, flustered and not thinking too clearly, wrapped a towel around her nakedness instead of putting on her robe, and then went to open the bathroom door.
As she had anticipated, Fletch was standing there in the bedroom, a glass of champagne in each hand. She couldn't help but smile at his romantic gesture, in spite of the churning sensation of frustration still gripping her unsatisfied loins.
"Well, darling, I thought we were going to eat dinner first! But we can eat afterwards, if you prefer." He beamed as his gaze eagerly feasted on the dripping young woman's partly exposed body. "But let's at least take a sip or two of this champagne before it goes flat on us, shall we? Here," he said, stretching his arm to hand her a glass, "take this. To you, my darling," he murmured softly.
'To us," she replied, watching as his eyes fastened onto the still wet flesh of her naked thigh where it peeked out from the covering of the towel. She recognized that glimmer in his eyes and she was in no mood to wait! She would take the first step if she had to! The terrible hunger gnawing at her loins was almost more than she could bear! She would find satisfaction with Fletch tonight-she just had to! She would finally reach the orgasm that she hadn't had time to reach from her own manipulation in the shower!
She moved slowly, seductively towards where her handsome young fianc' stood near the large double bed which was part of the furnishings of the apartment. When we get married, she thought, I want to have a king-size double bed . . .
As she reached him, she raised her glass to clink against his and said, "I love you, darling.. . oh, how I love you!" And as she raised her arm, the towel that was shrouding her sensuous nakedness slipped to one side, exposing one luscious heavy breast still bouncing from her movement. Fletch's eye immediately locked onto the quivering mound of delectably supple flesh that spilled over the folds of the fallen towel, the ruby-tipped globe bobbing only a few inches from his face!
He didn't know whether she had done this on purpose or not, but she had certainly aroused him even more than he had already been aroused by the sight of her clad only in that towel! His cock leaped into rigid hardness within the tight confines of his trousers and he began to feel that painful aching which signalled a full erection!
Flushing, Ellen tried to stuff the bared breast back into the protective covering of the towel, but didn't move very quickly. On purpose? Fletch didn't care. With one deft movement, he took the champagne glass from her hand, set it alongside his own on the bedside table, then grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed.
'The champagne will have to wait until later," he whispered huskily. "But my cock can't wait any longer!"
Ellen had never heard anyone use that four-letter word before she met Fletch. And although she was raised to think of it, and so many others like it, as evil and "dirty", nevertheless, she always felt a lewd kind of excitement ripple through her every time she heard it! Now, more than ever that single word triggered a flood of rampant desire within her sex-hungry loins and she looked pleadingly up at the handsome young man who would one day soon become her husband. God, how she needed his cock right now, plunging up into her deepest recesses of her hungry womb!
And Fletch did not disappoint her, for his desire burned as hot and as brightly as Ellen's! He tore the towel away from her body, greedily eyeing her wide-spaced breasts and the soft yielding flesh of her belly and buttocks. Without another word, he ground his lips hotly against hers, his serpent-like tongue plying between her teeth to slip wetly onto the moist depths of her mouth. She moaned and groaned with a wildly rising passion as his tongue snaked back and her own tongue followed it into the warm cavern of his mouth! She couldn't help the almost immediate undulation of her hips as their passionate kiss went on and on and on . . .
God, she's hot tonight, Fletch thought to himself and he let one of his hands wander down from her slender throat to the succulent mounds of her heaving breasts. First, he gently stroked the sumptuous twin peaks, probing at the soft, cushiony flesh, then working his hand up until his fingertips met at her sensitively throbbing nipples. These he eagerly pinched and tweaked until they were hard, tautly distended little buds of palpitating desire, hard points thrusting up to meet his touch.
He lifted his head from hers and heard the soft rapture of her delicate little passionate mewlings. Still squeezing the spongy contours of her voluptuous breasts with one hand, he let the other hand do its erotic work on the neglected mound until both were quivering masses of squirming passion.
"Oh God . . . Fletch . . . please . . . don't tease me . . . fuck me . . . please . . . fuck me now, Fletch . . . ooo-hhhhhh!"
Encouraged by the passionate pleading of her voice, but wanting to prolong their mutual pleasure as long as possible, Fletch let his head dip down to one rosy nipple which he sucked and nibbled as he felt her naked body writhing and thrashing like a tortured animal beneath him. He had never seen her become so excited so quickly before! He wondered what had gotten into her, but he didn't stop to ponder the problem for very long. He felt the fever growing into a raging fire within her loins and knew that he would have to end this teasing very soon.
With a warm but wicked grin on his face, Ellen's fianc' moved one hand down along the smooth plane of her flat white belly, his moist lips still fastened to the sumptuously heaving mound of her cherry-crested breast, until it reached the soft curling tendrils of her golden pussy mound between her willingly spread thighs. Then, as she moaned desirously beneath him, he let his hand slip down into the moist canyon between those luscious creamy thighs, forcing his probing fingers in between her pulsing vaginal lips.
"Darling . . . oh my God, Fletch . . . please . . . don't . . . do that! Fuck me . . . fuck me now! God, I can hardly stand it! Oh darling, I need your cock inside me!"
He felt her hips thrashing even more wildly now as his fingers nipped over the sensitively throbbing nub of her clitoris, then slid down to the moistly seeping hole of her soft-walled womb! Without hesitation, he sent his stiffened middle finger into that sizzling cavern, feeling her whole body jerking and jolting from the sudden rush of excitement his finger had caused. Hot waves of rampant desire pounded through her as she tossed her head from side to side, moaning and groaning in the agony of her pleasure. She heaved her pelvis up against the hand whose finger was now buried deep inside her hungrily clasping cunt and gasped out, hungry for more pleasure than just the touch of his hand could give her.
"P-please . . . hurry, darling . . . please, fuck me . . . or I'll cum on your hand! Oh . . . pleeeeeeeze!"
Fletch, his cock throbbing madly against his trousers, knew that he could wait no longer, could hear the sound of her pleading for not one second more. Rising from the bed, he tore away at his clothing and heard her sigh gratefully as she caught her first glimpse of the rigidly pulsing pole of his wonderfully purple-veined cock which jutted out so proudly from his darkly forested loins. That was what she had been longing for ever since she had met her fianc' at the airport! That was the pleasure-packed organ that would bring her to the mind-blinding climax she so desperately strived to reach!
"Oooooohhhhhhh!"
It seemed like he was on top of her and inside of her within the flash of one single second. And it also seemed like only a mere few moments before he had established a steady, fucking rhythm inside the hotly clasping confines of her cock-hungry cunt. Back and forth he rocked above her, and Ellen could feel the rising pressure once again within her own feverishly excited loins. She could feel every ridge of his cunt-battering cock as it plunged in and out of her again and again, his hips bucking every faster, ever more frantically into the warmly accepting confines of her sizzling cuntal furnace!
Oh . . . she was getting close again . . . that gloriously, deliriously exciting pressure was once again building within the frenetically clinging canyon of her cunt as she arched her hips up to meet his every cervix-crashing lunge into her lust-lubricated channel!
And then, suddenly, she felt the warmly flowing flood of his cum splashing within her hungrily milking cunt . . . wave after wave of the hotly spewing fluid poured from the narrow-eyed slit at the bulbous tip of his cock, inundating her cunt and flooding back over his thickly embedded cock base . . .
Ellen knew it was all over. Despite the still feverishly burning passion left unsatisfied within her belly, it was all over. At least for now she would remain, as she had so often before, unsatisfied, still glowing with the raging fires of her passion long after his had been spent. Perhaps later he could get it up again . . . perhaps later . . .
CHAPTER TWO
Ellen Bixby sat alone in her apartment, already feeling the absence of her fianc' although he had only left a few moments before. It had been so good having him there. Somehow, he seemed to bring the drab furnished apartment to life. Last night had been a disaster, of course, in bed, but she had satisfied herself that morning in the bathtub. Still, a curious nervous tingling crept into her belly as she sat by the window, gazing out at the gloriously sunny afternoon sky.
The voluptuous blonde glanced down once or twice at the swimming pool in the courtyard outside her window. Several young girls, dressed in tight, brief bikinis, lounged around the edge of the pool, sipping on drinks that looked like they might be Tom Collinses. And several tanned handsome young men splashed gaily in the water, letting their glances dart now and again to the sumptuous forms reclining beside the pool. She wondered which of the girls would end up in which of the men's apartments that evening.. . .
Lonely, missing the light-hearted cheer of her handsome young fianc', Ellen didn't feel much like going down to the pool that afternoon, even though Fletch had urged her to do so before he left.
"It would be nice if you could get to know some of your neighbors," he had said as they were drinking coffee together that morning. "You should try to make some friends here, you know. Can't sit around here sulking after I'm gone, darling, now can you?"
Ellen admired that quality in Fletch, his easy-going ability to make friends easily. She herself had never been that way, and had, to the contrary, always been very slow to make new and lasting friends. In any case, the last thing she felt like doing that afternoon was exchanging small talk with total strangers. She would make new friends . . . but not today. No, today, she thought, she would much rather be by herself. Tomorrow she would begin her duties as Guidance Counselor at Las Altas School and she would meet plenty of new people there.
Still, it was a beautiful day, she reminded herself, and it would be a shame to waste it closed up in her now lifeless apartment. Perhaps she could go to the beach! Yes, that would be a good idea! There she wouldn't have to talk to anyone, she could simply find a nice quiet spot and bask in the warm southern California sunshine, just like millions of other people were doing at this very moment.
Quickly slipping into her own skin-tight bikini bathing suit, then covering her near-nakedness with a terry cloth wrap, she gathered up her large beach towel, her transistor radio, took a couple of apples from the refrigerator, and closed the apartment door behind her, being careful to lock it before going down to her car. Yes, a nice quiet, relaxing day on the beach was just what she needed before beginning the rigors of her job tomorrow.
Ellen arrived at school especially early the next day, wanting to have a few moments to establish herself in her office before the more compelling duties of Guidance Counselor began. It was a warm, dry day, unusual in its early morning heat, as she stepped off the bus and saw, for only the second time in her life, the pale yellow stucco building in which she would be working for the next six months.
Today the building seemed somehow very different than it had been when she came here for her interview nearly a month before. Perhaps, she mused, because now the school-yard was filled almost to overflowing with youngsters. With a feeling bordering on familiar affection, remembering her own high school days not so long past, she watched the girls showing off their summer suntans and the pictures of their summer romances. And the boys she saw gathered together in small, tight groups, just as they had done when she was a student, dragging at their half-concealed cigarettes with studied nonchalance while they tried to unobtrusively study this year's crop of young females.
God, they seemed so young to her even though, at twenty-one, she was probably only three years older than some of them! Wasn't it curious, she thought, that she regarded them as youngsters, as budding young members of the community, all of them neatly-dressed in honor of the first day of school. They didn't look particularly wealthy; their clothes were not those super-sophisticated, custom-tailored outfits that she had seen in the wealthy high school where she had done her student-teaching last spring. But then, these students didn't look especially poor either. Just nice, comfortable, middle class boys and girls of honest, hard-working parents.
As she walked towards the school yard from the bus stop, Ellen felt as though it was almost too early for school to begin, the September sun shining just as hot and bright in the sky as it had during July and August here. Somehow, it didn't seem like summer was over yet-but that was the same feeling she had always had, she realized, when confronted with the first day back at school!
The sensuous, alluringly attractive blonde laughed. No doubt the students would feel the same way, too. especially later in the day when they left the school building laden with books and homework! But for now, they all appeared to be happy enough, even excited, caught up in the excitement of resuming old acquaintances and scouting for new social prospects for the coming school year. She wondered if things were the same when her own parents went to high school. . . nothing had apparently changed in the four years since she had graduated from Erasmus High School!
Just as she approached the door, Ellen noticed a cluster of three older boys and one young redheaded girl standing at the bottom of the steps which she had to mount in order to reach the door. She didn't know why, but a strange shiver of apprehension rippled through her body as she glanced casually towards them. Her glance was arrested almost immediately by the challenging, almost sullen look in the tallest boy's face. She had never seen him before in her life and was wondering why he looked at her in such an odd manner when she saw him open his mouth to speak, as if to his friend but obviously loud enough for Ellen to hear him.
"Hmmmmmmm . . . very foxy lady . . . you think maybe she's gonna be teaching Personal Hygiene?" His gruff young voice put special emphasis on those last two words, so much so that Ellen consciously stopped in her tracks, her hand on the doorknob, her other arm laden with books.
Confused for a moment, she wasn't sure whether to turn and confront the boy with his sexually suggestive remark, or to let it pass. Perhaps, she reasoned, he was just trying to show off in front of his friends. Or perhaps he was merely one of those rude, undisciplined, ill-mannered boys who were always getting into trouble and into the newspapers with their illegal exploits. Either way, she felt inclined to pass off his remark as if she hadn't heard it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer, telling herself that she didn't want to lower herself to his low level.
And then, just as she closed the door behind her, she felt as though her action had been justified when she heard one of the other boys cry out, "For God's sake, Mike, when will you ever learn to keep your mouth shut? You almost got caught this time, boy! I don't care if you want to go and get yourself in trouble just like you did last year, but go do it by yourself when I'm not around to get in trouble with you? Damn! She might have thought I said it, you creep!"
As she walked down the corridor to her small, tidy little office, Ellen Bixby wondered whether Mike would be one of the students falling under her jurisdiction . . . hopefully, not! She had been told she would be handling boys as well as girls, since the administration felt that it was important not to segregate the students as to sex whenever possible (gym class, of course, being an exception) thinking it an unhealthy attitude to project in the schools. But she hoped that the boys who would be in her charge would be more respectful and less abrasive than this Mike character she had just been exposed to outside!
Standing outside her office as the first official bell rang, the helplessly sexy blonde watched the parade of students filing past her and into their classrooms. Next to her stood the tall, lanky figure of Eric Crosswell, her fellow Guidance Counselor, a veteran of nearly five years at Las Altas High School. Over coffee, he had told her of some of the more troublesome students and had especially stressed the ones she would be dealing with.
It was then that she had discovered that Mike Easterbrook was on her roster of students. With a sinking heart, she told Eric about the little episode that morning as she was entering the school building, sure that the boy Mike outside and the boy Mike Easterbrook whose folder lay open before her, were one and the same boy! But Eric could offer little comfort, although she noticed that his eyes were wandering roguishly over the creamy skin of her thighs all the while they were talking and suspected that she didn't really have his full attention when it came to Mike Easterbrook!
Resigned, she had gone back to her office. And now, watching the seemingly never-ending flood of students file quietly past her, she marveled that silence could overcome them so quickly once they entered the doors of the school building! Oh, they chattered away as teenagers will do, but not nearly as loudly or as enthusiastically as they had chattered outside, now that they found themselves surrounded by classrooms and teachers and other signs of their impending fate!
It was nearly lunch time when she heard a knock at her door. She had spent the morning reviewing the records of the students she would be handling and was completely absorbed in the history of one unfortunate boy when the sudden knock diverted her attention. Looking up, she saw a figure through the pebbled glass and called "Come in!"
It was Mike Easterbrook!
"Sit down," she said, trying not to appear as nervous as she felt. Her first confrontation with a student and it had to be this particular one!
"Teacher said for me to come down here. Gave me a note," he said sullenly, flopping his lithe, muscular young body down into the chair in front of Ellen's desk.
The sumptuous blonde took the note he slid across the desk to her, thinking as she took it about what she had read in Mike's folder. He was eighteen years old, a senior who had passed his subjects last year by the skin of his teeth. All of his test scores had been very high, indicating that it was not his intelligence level which kept him from doing well in school, but was rather some psychological factor. According to the official records, Mike's father had died some years ago in fairly vague circumstances and his mother held a full time job to support Mike and his three younger brothers. Doubtless, the boy didn't have much of a home life, Ellen guessed, and sorely showed the lack of parental supervision. Apparently the Guidance Counselor had tried to speak to Mike's mother last year, but she had refused to take the time off from work to come to school.
Ellen read through the note he had handed her. "Well, young man, what's this about throwing chalk and scribbling. . . 'lewd words'. . . on the blackboard?"
The tall, fair-haired youth looked sullenly up, across the desk, his fingers rolling a wad of paper between them. Coolly, he brazenly scanned her voluptuous, jutting breasts across the desk top and then muttered something half under his breath.
"I beg your pardon?" Ellen said as softly and politely as she could. "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. But if you are going to talk, I would like to hear what you have to say."
"What does it matter?" he scowled.
"What does what matter?"
"What I say doesn't matter. It's what the teacher says that always counts. Nobody ever believes me," he sulked, his eyes still fastened on the heaving mounds of his Guidance Counselor's lusciously captivating breasts.
Ellen knew that he was testing her, trying her out to see whether she would believe him against the teacher. It was his way of trying to pull her from a neutral position into his corner. But once there, he would pounce on her, and think her easy to manipulate. No, she could not allow this boy to get the best of her. Besides, the clearly lecherous look in his eyes as he gazed across at the bountiful globes of her breasts was very disturbing to the sumptuous young blonde.
"And why should anyone believe you?" Ellen questioned harshly. "Your record is quite a long one, you know. I'm afraid that if you want anyone's trust, mine included, you're going to have to earn it."
He glared silently at her across the desk, his eyes still studying the enormous swells of her voluptuous breasts beneath her blouse.
Ellen dropped her eyes away from the boy's intent, piercing gaze. Yet she couldn't get the image of his handsome young face out of her mind. What a shame that such a nice-looking and apparently ingenious boy felt compelled to make nothing but trouble!
"Look," she said at last with some resignation in her tone. "I have no desire to police you. Nor does anyone else in this school. If you don't care about learning anything, that's fine. But that doesn't give you the right to misbehave and to infringe on other people's right to learn. Is that understood?"
"Yeah . . . I've heard that line before," he sneered, his fingers still nervously wadding a small round of paper, his eyes now downcast.
"No doubt you have. Well, if you have nothing else to say for yourself, young man, I suggest you go back to your classroom. Quietly."
The boy rose slowly from his chair to his full nearly six feet, and stared once again intently and piercingly at the voluptuous young blonde Guidance Counselor. Somehow, although she wanted to avoid his gaze, Ellen felt her eyes magnetized to his and then, her eyes traveled down his lithe young form. She started visibly when she saw the distinct bulge in the front of his trousers. Refusing to even consider the possibility that she was in any way attracted to this surly, flippant youth, refusing to acknowledge the flutter in her groin, she forced her mind to other thoughts and waved him away with her hand.
But as soon as he left, a depression began to sink over Ellen Bixby's mind. She hadn't reached the boy at all. He was locked in a vicious circle of having to constantly prove himself before his peers, of having to gain all of the attention, and yet at the same time having the intelligence to know that he was doing wrong and that he could do better. And she had failed to reach him. It was her job to try to get through to boys like Mike . . . but she had felt so flustered by the obviously lecherous way he was looking at her that she hadn't been able to function properly at all! She wondered vaguely if Eric had the same problem with young female students . . .
When she heard the dismissal bell ring that afternoon, Ellen heaved a sigh of relief. At last, the first wretched day was over! She hadn't been able to get over her brief confrontation with Mike Easterbrook, and she had spent a good part of the afternoon reading through psychology textbooks rather than seeing the many students she should have been seeing. They could wait until tomorrow, she had reasoned.
"Hi . . j school's out, you know. You can go home now!"
Ellen had been wholly absorbed by her psychology book and hadn't even heard the door open. She looked up to see Eric approaching her desk. "You look as if you've had a hard day. Can I offer you a ride home?"
The sensuous blonde smiled, grateful for Eric's understanding. "Are you sure your wife wouldn't mind?" she teased.
He smiled, a warm, friendly, cheerful smile. "Of course not. She says if I stopped looking at beautiful women she would get worried!"
Ellen sighed. "Yes . . . you see, that's just the trouble!"
"That I like to look at beautiful women?"
"No!" Ellen laughed, her spirits considerably brightened by this handsome young man and his flattery. "That I am . . . well. . . considered beautiful. One of the boys today . . . "
"Don't tell me-Mike Easterbrook!"
"Why, yes!" Ellen said, surprised, wondering how Eric had been able to read her mind. "How did you know?"
"Look, don't let the way he looks at you upset you. Believe me, he looks at every single woman in this school in exactly the same way," Eric consoled her, placing his arm comfortingly around her shoulder. "And he only does it to upset you. So you see, you're playing right into his hands."
"Yes," Ellen sighed, "I see what you mean. Well, hopefully, the next time I see him, I'll be able to handle the situation a little better." She smiled gratefully at the handsome, friendly young man who smiled warmly back at her. "And thanks for your help, Eric."
"No problem," he responded, taking her coat down from the rack and holding it up for her. "Now, let's get out of here, shall we?"
CHAPTER THREE
Ellen ate her steak and salad alone and then stretched out on her couch to watch the television she had rented that afternoon after school. She didn't usually like to watchTV, but her mind was so confused and distressed that she thought it would relax her. All evening long her mind had wandered back and forth between Fletch and Mark Easterbrook and the more she thought about the absence of her fianc' and the miserable episode with the young student that afternoon, the more dejected she became. Eric had invited her to eat dinner at his house with his wife tonight, but she hadn't much felt like socializing so she had refused.
At last, she turned the TV off and crawled into bed. It was a warm, balmy evening so she had left the window open and now she could feel the warm air seeming to bathe her nightie-clad young body as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come to the restless blonde and when she looked at the clock, she realized she had been in bed for over an hour and was no closer to sleep. Although she really didn't like liquor all that well, she decided that a nightcap now might help her to sleep and so she poured herself a stiff shot of Scotch and then went back to bed.
She lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, wondering what fate had called Fletch away from her side. It was such a lonely life without him, all the more so since he had been her constant companion and lover for nearly three years now. They had enjoyed such beautiful times together, and she looked forward to all the time they would spend together once the term was over and she could join him. Perhaps he would be stationed in Europe . . .yes, she would like that. She had never even traveled as far as the east coast and she looked forward to visiting strange new places with her future husband.
Kllen reached out for the telephone. She would call Fletch! Talking to him would certainly make her feel better! Of course, it was rather later, nearly eleven o'clock . . . but so what? Hadn't he often called her late at night. . . simply to tell her that he missed her when he lived only two blocks away? Yes, she would call him right now to raise her sinking spirits!
She dialed the number and listened to the phone ring . . . once . . . twice . . . four times . . . six times . . . no answer. How could there be no answer at an Army post? And then, suddenly, she remembered what Fletch had told her just before he boarded the plane: the post switchboard closed at 10:00 pm and he would send her the number of the pay phone in his barracks as soon as he could! Damn!
And then, a strange noise suddenly penetrated the sumptuous blonde's thoughts. It was a young girl's laughter, slightly muted, and it was coming from very nearby. Ellen got up from her bed and walked to the window, peering out into the darkness. She looked down at the narrow grass strip which separated her building from the next one and watched curiously for several long minutes but saw nothing. And then, as her eyes traveled up the side of the next building absently, she saw a window, one floor down, and through the window in the dim light she saw the outline of a young girl. Her long blonde hair fell down her back and then she saw a young man, tall and slim like Fletch.
Whispering and laughing, the young couple embraced and shared a long, lingering kiss in front of the window. Ellen could feel a twitter of desire creeping into her loins, tinged with a slight jealousy, as she watched the young couple share the passion of their melted-together mouths.
From her open bedroom window, Ellen could see them clearly, although they would both have had to turn around and look up to see her. Even as she told herself that she must move away from the window, that she was cruelly invading the privacy of this young couple, she found that she couldn't tear herself away. She leaned out to watch, feeling that old familiar gnawing tearing at her loins. She knew what they were going to do . . . undoubtedly they would move away from the window soon and then she wouldn't be able to see them any more . . . God, they were so lucky to have each other, she sighed silently.
And then, much to her surprise, the couple moved away from the window and, still clearly within her view, lay down together on the bed! Ellen was obviously looking into their bedroom, and, because she was looking down one floor, she discovered, much to her dismay, that she could still see them clearly! They were now on the bed together, having lowered themselves without breaking their passionate kiss!
"Oh God . . . " Ellen whispered softly. The sight of their raw desire was almost more than she could bear. "Oh . . . Fletch . . . God, how I miss you!"
Moments later, when the strange girl slowly dislodged herself from her lover's tender grasp and desire-driven kiss, Ellen saw the nightgown she wore slip back over her shoulders and off of her body! The girl's back was to her, but then she turned slightly and Ellen could see the gleam in the man's eyes as he first caught sight of the girl's now naked, cherry-tipped young breasts!
Ellen shuddered in sympathy for the obviously impassioned young couple. She heard the girl giggle mischievously, as she had so often giggled with Fletch, and a swirling flame of desire began to race through her own unsatisfied loins. And then her eyes widened as the girl provocatively bent down over the bed to fondle the bulging crotch of the man's shorts and she watched with wide-eyed envy as the girl then drew the white shorts down over the man's heavily muscled legs. His massive column of lust-hardened flesh was now completely exposed to her view and to Ellen's, standing stark white against the golden tan that covered the rest of his nakedly virile young body!
Ellen knew that she should move from the window, and yet she felt as if her feet were rooted to the floor. The sight of them mesmerized her, and she wondered vaguely whether this woman would find the satisfaction with her lover that had so long eluded Ellen with Fletch.
Her eyes skittered back to the girl's face now. Her blonde counterpart was also staring at the up-thrusting stalk of pleasure-packed flesh, a wanton expression stealing over her small, oval face. Her slim young body seemed to gleam in the dim light of their bedroom and seemed almost like alabaster in that strange amber light. Her breasts, though smaller than Ellen's mammothly ripe tits, stood high and proud, the nipples distending to tight little crimson buttons in the breeze that had suddenly blown in through their open window.
"Oh God . . . I shouldn't be doing this," Ellen whispered to herself, trying desperately to tear herself away from the fascinating sight before her. But still she couldn't move a muscle!
Wearing a happy and somewhat lecherous grin, the deeply tanned and handsome young man lay back on the white sheets of the bed with his hands, clasped behind his head. His long, thickly bloated prick rose like a telephone pole from his darkly forested, gently swaying loins his heavy balls hanging between his casually spread legs. God, how that sight reminded Ellen of Fletch, of how he had looked that night lying on the beach after the first time they had made love together as his prick had begun to re-inflate after their first fuck!
The young blonde girl in the bedroom now turned on her side towards her lover and reaching out with her hand, began to stroke his pulsing hardness, sliding the loose foreskin up and down in a slow but erotic rhythm. With a look of blissful concentration, she fondled and caressed the blunt-headed instrument until the narrow-eyed slit at its tip was gasping, opening and closing in response to her lewd ministrations.
"Oh my god," Ellen whispered, trembling all over, gulping down the last of her glass of Scotch with fingers quaking so violently that the glass rattled against her teeth. She could feel the warm glow of the alcohol spreading through her body once again, but she knew it was not the liquor that sent that fiery burning sensation through her suddenly helplessly throbbing young cunt! No, it was not the liquor at all!
Ellen continued to watch, mesmerized, as the strange young girl rose to her knees and hovered over her lover on all fours, her deliriously happy face only a few scant inches from the pulsing moist head of his mammothly swollen prick. Sighing, she held it in a teasing up and down motion that forced the man's narrow hips to undulate in time to her maddening cadence.
Impulsively, the slim young girl lowered her gleaming face down until her wetly glistening lips were pressed warmly against the underside of her lover's palpitating, straining cock. She ran her open mouth in long glistening trails along the heavily-veined length of jerking cock-flesh, finally settling on the smooth, rubbery head, where her tongue licked out teasingly on the ruby glans.
Ellen felt a shudder of fiery desire burn once again through her helplessly aroused cunt! Now the girl strained forward as if trying to suck the entire length of the pulsing organ into her mouth, but the man laughed and then wiggled away until the succulent treasure was just out of reach of her lips. Still, her tiny pink tongue flicked up and down the underside of the throbbing ridge below.
Her every muscle taut as a bowstring, Ellen Bixby closed her eyes and felt her entire body react involuntarily to the shivering waves of sensation that rippled helplessly through it. Oh Fletch, she cried silently, wishing he were with her once more and that they were doing together what that young couple next door was doing now! It was all too much to bear. With a loud sigh of surrender, she slipped her own soft hand down between her legs and leaned against the wall. She opened her eyes again as her hand came to rest slowly against the moistened crotch-band of her sheer nylon panties below her nightgown.
Now, her eyes once more riveted to the lust-inspiring scene in the neighboring window, the sumptuous blonde saw the young girl cover the full, pulsing hot head of her lover's hardened cock with her moist, soft lips. The man groaned, an unmistakable groan of unrivaled passion, and thrust his hips up to push the purplish knob deep into the damp cavern of the girl's loving mouth.
Ellen tried to imagine how the girl felt at that moment. She, too, had once succumbed to Fletch's demand that she suck on the turgid length of his cock. And she remembered very well how it had felt, how the lewdly provocative act had sent chilling ripples of sublime delight coursing through her own hot-blooded body. And now the girl next door was feeling those same tremors of passion. And she herself was alone, without Fletch, without anyone. Oh, how could fate be so cruel?
Now, as she gazed steadfastly out the window, Ellen saw the girl now hungrily sucking the wet, glistening organ, her cheeks hollowing as she fervently sucked. She saw the flush of rapture flow across the girl's lovely young face and felt the same flush of rising passion spreading across her own features. One of the girl's hands was eagerly stroking the base of his cock now, the other kneading and rubbing the skin of his pendulously heavy testicles. Then, as if suddenly impassioned beyond the point of reason, she sat up, leaving her lover's thickly up-thrusting cock cleaving the air by itself, still glistening from the moisture of her mouth.
"Well, isn't it my turn, now?" the girl whispered in a voice husky with the intensity of her arousal.
Her lover grinned. Then, he pushed her down onto the softness of the mattress and laughed. Tucking his fingers under the elastic rim of her panties, he peeled the soft nylon bikinis down over the creamy flesh of her rounded thighs and down the long slender columns of her legs. Ellen could hear the girl choking the gasps of her excitement as her lover laughed still more heartily. Then, after she had willingly kicked off her flimsy panties, her lover rolled onto her nakedness, covering it with his own nakedness. A renewed shudder of passion swept through the watching Ellen Bixby as she saw the man spread the girl's unresisting legs wide apart with his knees. He was going to do it now!
Ellen could not believe how clearly she could see everything that was happening in that room. Even now, as she looked down and between the man's tight masculine buttocks, she could see the pulsing rubbery tip of his elongated cock grazing the soft velvety flesh of the girl's quivering pink cunt. A soft cry choked in her throat as she saw the wanton, rapturous expression which animated the girl's beautiful face.
"Ohhh . . . Fletch . . . God . . . oooooohhhhhh," she moaned softly, seeing the bloated hot-rod of masculine flesh against the girl's glistening cuntal lips. Ellen could almost feel herself the girl's frantic desire to have that lust-propelled shaft storming into the anxiously throbbing confines of her waiting pussy!
"Oh God," Ellen whispered again, watching the man ease forward, gently. The mouth of the young girl's cunt seemed to be clasping and flowering open to the man's imminent penetration and her hips began a desperate rotation up against his loins. And then, almost without warning, her long legs snaked out wide on either side of her lover's nakedness, her calves locking against the backs of his powerfully muscular-thighs to pull him closer into her!
Ellen could hear the little mewling noises that poured from the girl's mouth and she knew the supreme anxiety she must be feeling now. Her lover now deftly wedged his thick cock into her magnificently flowering pussy, accompanying each thrust with a lecherous grunt of pleasure. Gradually, he levered into her, the length of his pleasure-packed prick disappearing between the tender pink folds of the girl's moist, hair-framed slit. And as if to encourage him to still deeper penetration, she shamelessly ground her entire naked body up against him!
"God . . . what a wonderful tight little snatch you've got, darling," the man whispered huskily, sliding his wetly gleaming cock in and out of the softly sucking cavern of her tender young cunt. Soon he was driving into his lovely young lover with a steady, rhythmic tempo, tunneling up deep into her quaking belly, drawing muted moans of delirious ecstasy from the blonde's moistly parted lips.
"No . . . no . . . I can't watch. I mustn't do this to myself any longer," Helen Bixby whispered to herself. She was almost unaware now of the actions of her own hand. Her mind did not fully realize that her fingertips were pulling aside the moistened crotch band of her panties. But as those fingers began to stroke the soft outer flanges of her own seeping cunt, spreading the juicy flesh wider and wider apart, lewd ripples of ecstatic delight permeated her entire being. Her brain began to swirl dizzily. She was too excited, too heatedly aroused to be able to stop herself even if she had wanted to!
A body-jolting ripple of electrifying lust crashed through her body as Ellen's fingers found the erectly throbbing bud of her oily clitoris. And she knew that now she was lost, abandoned to the commands of her passion. She would finger herself to orgasm, now, without any regard to propriety or conscience.
Through the window below, she saw the nakedly fucking young couple gasping and panting in delight. Now the man began to rock more violently in and out of the girl's hotly sizzling young pussy. And the young blonde, in response, began a series of lurid gyrations, swaying her rounded buttocks in long, sensuous circular motions to accommodate the long thick cock fucking so masterfully into her between her willingly spread legs.
"Yes . . . darling.. . oh God, fuck me, please! Harder . . . faster . . . oooooohhhh.. . that's it.. . yes, fuck me as good and hard as you can, my lover!" the girl gasped.
Ellen felt the heat of her own rising tide of passion coursing through her blood. Her own finger was plunging in and out of her own simmering cuntal furnace, stretching and filling the narrow mouth in an attempt to satisfy the desire the neighboring couple had aroused in her. Once or twice, she let her finger slip out to massage the oily marble of her quivering clitoris before plunging it back into the soft-walled depths of her womb. And soon, one finger was not enough, so it was joined by a second cunt-plunging digit, both working together now to drive Ellen Bixby beyond the brink of her sexual passion and into the abyss of exquisite orgasm!
Still, as her fingers drove ceaselessly into the lust-lubricated confines of her own cunt, Ellen watched, spellbound, as the blonde girl's eyes opened and closed in the wanton abandon of her passion. Her lover's cum-laden balls slapped wetly against her upraised buttocks each time he slammed into her, each time he buried his mammoth cock to its hilt in her. Their bodies thrashed together, seemed to have melted together.. . .
Shivers of lewdly excited delight shivered through Ellen's tortured nerve-endings as she realized that this young girl was about to achieve with her lover what she herself had never been able to achieve with Fletch. God, if only he were here! Surely tonight, as blindly aroused as she was, Fletch would be able to satisfy her, drive her to a wildly explosive orgasm. Meanwhile, though, she screwed her hips down against the pressure of her plundering fingers, trying desperately to imagine that it was Fletch's heavy-veined stalk of virile man-flesh!
"Oh God . . . oh Fletch . . . oh please!" she cried, trying desperately to reach that peak of sexual satisfaction.
And then, as she watched, she saw the young girl's body arch stiffly in spastic, irregular movements. She knew that the girl, was in the throes of almost unbearable pleasure, just as she herself would be in a few moments. Her entire body was wracked by an almost monstrous wave of convulsive emotion and Ellen closed her eyes, trying frantically to conjure up an image of Fletch's handsome naked body so as to drive herself to that exquisite height of passion.
But as harsh masculine moans came to her ears, Ellen opened her eyes to see the man still lunging with a fierce frenzy into his lover's cunt, the muscles of his buttocks and thighs straining against his skin.
"I'm gonna . . . cum . . . cum . . . oohhh . . . cummin-mmiinngggg!" he gasped as his naked body drove on.
From her vantage point above them, Ellen could see his powerful prick swelling to even greater girth as it lurched one last time into his young lover's eagerly accepting hot-box. She could see waves of passion wracking his body and knew that he must be emptying his white hot load into her hot, slippery passage, wave after wave of it gushing out from the slit at the tip of his prick.
The sight of that strange man, who looked so much like Fletch, emptying his full creamy load was enough to trigger Ellen's own long-delayed orgasm. As her two fingers plunged frantically into the lust-lubricated depths of her cock-hungry cunt, she shivered and felt the spasming waves of her exquisite ecstasy ripple upward from her cunt to the cherry-capped tips of her breasts and downward through her taut, tensed thighs. Yes, yes, she cried silently, oh God, yes! She dug her fingers even more greedily into her slippery, flooding channel, quivering and-quaking from head to toe, as if trying to prolong for just a few seconds longer the glorious rapture of her body-jolting riot of pleasure. Her eyes opened and closed and she couldn't contain a gasping cry of sublime contentment as she felt the waves of her climax slowly begin to dissipate.
"Hey . . . Jerry . . . did you hear something?" Ellen heard the girl question her young lover.
"No. I don't think so. Maybe it was just a dog outside or something."
"Yeah. I guess you're right. It was nothing, I'm sure," she purred, snuggling close to the naked body of her cunt-satisfying lover as the moonlight stabbed in through the open window. "Ummmmm-mm . . . you're really hot stuff, you know that, Jerry? Are you ready to try again?"
Ellen Bixby turned from the window and walked on trembling legs to her bed. She flopped down and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, her throbbing cunt still tingling from the exquisite pleasure of her thrilling climax. Every muscle in her body felt relaxed now; gone were the tensions of the school day and the tensions of missing Fletch. Watching the thrashing couple below had provoked her to the blessed relief she had needed and she was grateful to them for that.
Ellen lay there for what seemed like hours before sleep gradually swept over her passion-spent young body. Tomorrow, she vowed hazily, tomorrow I'll call Fletch . . . and we'll talk . . . and he'll tell me that he loves me . . . and I'll feel better . . . better. . . .
CHAPTER FOUR
Thank God it was Friday afternoon, Ellen mused as she glanced at her wristwatch. It had been a difficult week, to say the least of it. Mike Easterook had been sent to her office at least once a day for his misconduct, and just as often had remained impenetrable to her efforts to get through to him. Because of him, she had almost come to dread entering the school building each day and she wondered vaguely how she was ever going to last until the end of the term. Surely her patience would give way long before then.
As it happened, Mike's girl friend, Lila Mason, had also been sent down to her office. One of the teachers caught her smoking cigarettes in the girl's bathroom. The girl had proved to be a stubborn and intractable as Mike, glaring at Ellen across the desk with undisguised jealousy and contempt. It was all Ellen could do to get her to speak at all, even in monosyllables of "yes" and "no" and so she had ended up the week more frustrated than she would have ever imagined possible!
She had tried her best to display understanding and sympathy to both Mike and Lila but it hadn't gotten her even to first base. She had even tried once talking to them together, but that had proved to be an absolute disaster. She could feel Lila's jealousy and hatred even more strongly in Mike's presence and had quickly ushered the boy into the waiting room outside while she tried to placate young Lila, but to no avail. The girl considered the svelte blonde Guidance Counselor as The Enemy and nothing Ellen could do or say seemed to sway her at all.
And then, only this noon, Ellen had been returning to her office after lunch through the student cafeteria, when she felt someone jolting into her from behind, nearly knocking her over. Turning, she found her face only inches away from Mike's lewdly grinning one. She looked at him sternly, as harshly as she could, as if to tell the boy that his little joke was not in the least amusing to her. But he had continued smiling and then, at long last, slowly backed away.
When he stood that close to her, Ellen could feel the warmth of his teenage body beneath his tattered jeans and pale blue shirt. She dared not look down, but she had the distinct feeling that there was a large bulge in the front of his tight dungarees. Once, he had purposely lurched his groin against her hip, but then he had quickly retreated. It was at that split-second that Ellen thought she felt the hard throbbing pole of his teenage flesh and she shivered not to think of the tremors that had quaked through her helpless body at that moment! No, she mustn't think about such things! He was just a boy, after all, and not a very nice one at that!
After he had turned away, Ellen had stood as if rooted for several long moments, trying to compose herself. Why, she realized then, the boy hadn't even apologized for bumping into her! His mouth had curved into a leering grin and his eyes had laughed, but he had never said a word and she herself had been too flustered to demand the apology due to her! Damn him! She was letting him get under her skin, just as Eric had warned her he wanted to.
And then, bowing her head, her composure slowly returning, Ellen had first seen that scrap of paper on the floor. Curious, she unfolded the paper. She recognized Mike's handwriting at once-and below it, Lila's childish scrawl:
"Miss Bixby's tits weigh a ton each!" Mike had scribbled.
"Miss Bixby's honey-pot is the sweetest in town!" Mike had retorted.
"Miss Bixby eats cum like candy!" his young redheaded girl friend had replied.
Ellen felt her knees trembling beneath her. She simply couldn't read anymore. Crumbling the paper in her hand, she dashed back to her office. She had been too mortified to say a word about the notes even to Eric. Although she knew that she really ought to take them immediately to the principal's office. Mike and Lila were apparently more than she could handle and there was no shame in that. But somehow, she couldn't do it. She felt, still, compelled to try to get through to them if she could, try to bring them from their childish attitudes to more mature points of view. That was her job, after all.
But that hope was dashed for the comely young blonde later that afternoon. Walking past the girl's bathroom during afternoon recess, she paused, hearing strange noises that sounded somehow ominous. She walked in slowly and soon discovered Mike, Lila and a young dark-haired boy she had never seen before struggling on the floor under the sinks at the back of the room. Stunned, too shocked to speak or move for several long moments, she realized that the two boys were attempting to rape Lila Mason! Her skirt had been hiked up to her waist, her blouse lay unbuttoned to bare the sensuous mounds of her breasts, and Mike, one hand clapped over her mouth, struggled to pull her yellow nylon panties down over her thighs and legs.
Finally, gaining control of herself, trying to ignore the lewd ripples of sensation that spun round her own loins at the sight before her, Ellen cried out.
"Mike Easterbrook! What do you think you're doing? Get up! Get up at once! And you, too, young man, whoever you are!"
Ellen wasn't sure what she expected from young Lila, but she certainly didn't expect the leering glare of fiery rage that glowed in the girl's eyes now! What, Lila should be grateful for her help, Ellen thought!
And yet, she looked as though she would strangle Ellen right then and there, if she could! Her suspicions were confirmed a moment later when Lila's voice spat out at her.
"Damn bitch! Couldn't you see we were having a good time! Christ!"
"That's enough of that, young lady," Ellen retorted, feeling the anger raging in her mind flushing through her face. And then, turning to the boy she didn't know, she asked harshly, "and who are you?"
"Ralph Sommers. And we were having a good time!" he insolently replied, swaying hs youngs hips suggestively before her. "Want to try some yourself? It's a game we play. Called Rape-O-Rama!"
Ellen became so angry then she couldn't speak. Words seemed to choke in the back of her throat. She turned accusingly towards Mike, as if to say this was all his fault. But he did not speak. Instead, he simply stared at her with the same leering, flippant glare she had seen that noon in the lunchroom. It was more than she could bear. More than any one person could be expected to bear! Her green eyes blazed at the boy who coolly lounged against the opposite wall, his gaze (as so often before) locked on the succulent mounds of her breasts. Damn Mike Easterbrook! This was the last straw, definitely the very last straw!
"All right, you three. Now you listen to me. I want you all in my office at three o'clock today. Without fail, do you understand that?" Ellen screamed, trying to keep the angry tremor out of her voice, struggling desperately to retain her decorum and self-composure in the face of such flagrant misbehavior. "I'm going to call your parents. You're lucky I'm not going to call the police as well. I've taken about as much of your undisciplined, rude and obnoxious behavior as I am going to take. Do you understand that?"
Mike merely smiled. The other two looked to him, as if to acknowledge that he was their leader and that they would follow his example. They all three smiled challengingly at the shapely young blonde Guidance Counselor before them, as if they possessed the upper hand and knew it full well. Mike spoke for them.
"Sure. Three o'clock. It's a date. We'll be there. Wouldn't miss the show for anything in the world!"
Ellen Bixby swiveled her curvaceous body abruptly and stalked out of the bathroom, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. It was just as well, she thought, that they hadn't seen her cry. Her angry, uncontrolled outburst was quite enough, she mused, as she walked down the hallway on trembling legs, her hands quaking as they reached up to wipe away the tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
Ellen Bixby waited for nearly fifteen minutes after she heard the three o'clock bell ring, but saw no sign of Mike or Lila or the boy called Ralph. Too tense and still too upset over her discovery to sit calmly in her office, she decided to pay a quick visit to the ladies room. If the three students were not in her office when she returned, she would have no choice but to report the incident to the principal tomorrow.
It was a shame, she mused as she walked down the narrow, deserted corridor, that she hadn't been able to persuade any of the parents to come to the school this afternoon. Nor had she been able to convince them to come at any other time. Such parent disregard for the plight of their children was almost incomprehensible to the svelte young blonde, and she realized that without parental supervision and support at home, she would never have a hope of coming to any sort of serious understanding with these recalcitrant students.
As she wandered back from the ladies room, Ellen suddenly noticed that the entire school seemed empty and barren, completely and thoroughly deserted. Although she had never stayed for more than a few minutes after school herself, she had always assumed that some of the teachers would have remained to correct papers or to prepare lessons for the next day. Or, at least, some would remain to supervise after-school activities. Of course, today was Friday so perhaps that accounted for the desertion.
A sudden shiver raced up her spine. She had never considered, when she had commanded that Mike and Lila and Ralph stay after school, that she might find herself alone with them like this! But, of course, they hadn't shown up yet. . . and might not at all. It would be just like them.
The sound of her footsteps echoed in the corridor as she walked back towards her office. She didn't hear anything like teenage voices coming from her office and sighed with resignation. They had all three gone home, she guessed, despite her command. Well, now she had no choice. She would have to go to the principal first thing Monday morning. The matter was out of her hands. She would simply pack up her own papers and go on home. And over the weekend she would relax, perhaps go back to the beach, and forget all about her frustrations at Las Altas High School.
She had just entered her office when a low, moaning noise stopped her. Or was it her imagination? None of the three errant students were in her office . . . and then she heard that sound again, a distinct moaning sound, almost plaintive, almost pleasurable. She realized now that it was coming from Eric's office next door to her own. She hurried to the door that connected their two offices and threw it open and with a violent suddenness. And then she froze where she was.
On the hardwood floor in front of Eric's desk lay Lila Mason, her short dress hiked up to her waist just as it had been in the bathroom earlier. Now her panties were lying in a crumpled heap on the floor beside her and, despite Mike's lithe young form leaning over her, Ellen could clearly see the coral-hued flesh of the girl's glistening pussy, nakedly exposed between her willingly widespread legs. And in that gleaming crevice between her thighs, Ellen saw the bulbous head of Mike's thickly erected teenage prick prodding and exploring and teasing at the sensitive folds of her cunt!
And beside him, Ralph Sommers knelt down as well. While Mike's prick continued its lewd exploration, Ralph's hand was stretched forward, his stiffened middle finger teasing and tweaking at the girl's body writhing and jolting each time that anxious finger teased at the oily little marble and again she heard that low mewling moan she heard only moments before in her own office.
A startled, choking gasp caught in Ellen Bixby's paralyzed throat. She stood still frozen in the doorway that connected her office with Eric's, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to cry out her dismay.
"Okay, Ralph . . . me first, okay?" Mike grinned at his friend, his own fingers now reaching in to brush tantalizingly against the little hair-framed lips of the young redhead's moist pink vagina.
"Sure, Mike . . . she's your girl, after all," Ralph agreed backing away. But Ellen's eyes didn't follow the retreating form of the dark-haired boy because her gaze was locked on the salaciously displayed sight of Lila Mason's willing exposed cunt being lewdly stroked by Mike's expertly titillating fingers.
Lila squirmed below him as he then reached into her blouse and pulled it back, grabbing one of her ripely budding young breasts. As he pushed back the blouse, Ellen was horrified to discover that the young girl wore no brassiere! Now both of her scarlet-crested breasts were nakedly exposed and she could see the pink marble nipples already hardening into taut little buttons as the cool air brushed over her naked flesh!
Ellen wasn't really surprised to see that young eighteen year old Lila Mason was thoroughly enjoying this sexual adventure . . . and yet, at the same time, she was surprised. When she herself was Lila's age, why, she had hardly known what sex was all about! And Lila seemed to be very well experienced in the art of making love! Just listening to her softly pleading moanings and passionate little mewling groans, Ellen could tell that she had traveled this route to pleasure before. Now, her face was beginning to flush in the heat of her rising passion as Mike gleefully pinched and pulled and tweaked at the distended little nipples atop her smoothly rounded spheres.
Ellen closed her eyes. She simply couldn't watch anymore! Besides, she felt almost as if she were going to faint as she stood there, still paralyzed, leaning against the doorframe! 'til
"Oooohhhhhh . . . Mike . . . yeah, mike, do it to me . . . fuck me . . . shove your big beautiful cock into my cunt!"
Ellen's eyes flew open immediately! She saw now that Mike was adjusting his stance, placing both his hands on the floor above her shoulders. He paused for a moment to slip out of his trousers and shorts, then deftly lodged his lurching cock between the pink moist flanges of Lila's teenage cunt. Then, with a powerful thrust, he rammed the blunt-headed organ deep into the willingly splayed slit.
"Ooooohhhh . . . yes Mike . . . just like that. . . oooo-oohhhh!"
Ellen closed her eyes again. She had to pull herself together. She had to put a stop to this lewd and obscene spectacle once and for all!
"Aaaaahhhh . . . baby, you're the tightest little cunt I know!"
Ellen's eyes flew open again. She began to stagger forward . . . she had to stop them . . . they were bucking and heaving and rocking together and she could see the-tiny pink ridges of Lila's moist young pussy clasped tightly around the base of Mike's glistening teenage cock as he lunged into her again and again . . . but he couldn't do that to her.. . not here in the school . . . something had to be done. . . .
She opened her mouth to cry out and suddenly she felt a hand clasped around her face, covering her mouth. And then she heard Ralph Sommers' voice whispering hotly into her ear as his strong young body pressed against hers from the rear.
"Now . . . you wouldn't want to spoil their fun by screaming or anything, would you?" He laughed, a low, lecherous laugh. "No, that wouldn't be nice at all, Miss Bixby. The least you could do is wait until they've finished!"
Ellen squirmed against the boy, but he was much too strong for her. She watched in a near-coma of mute fascination at the madly fucking young couple on the floor. Something strange was beginning to happen now . . . strange tremors were beginning to quiver within her own loins . . . that old telltale seepage of warm moisture began to dampen the crotch band of her panties. . . the hard, bulging swell in Ralph's trousers which now lodged in the crevice between her skirt-clad buttocks was beginning to send titillating chills of pleasure racing the length of her spine. . . .
Ralph could feel her body relax back against his and removed his hand from her face.
Ellen didn't know what came over her. She would often wonder later if she hadn't imagined the whole lurid episode. But at that moment it was all too real to the voluptuous young blonde. All the more real when she felt Ralph's trembling young hands creeping around to the front of her lightweight dress to pinch and tweak at her nipples through the fabric. It was, she decided months later, at that moment when the last shreds of her self-control left her forever.
The dark-haired boy behind her let his hand grind harder into the rounded firmness of Ellen's voluptuous breasts and wave after wave of shivering sensation raced through her helplessly aroused young body. Then, he gave a sudden hard pinch against the bulging hardness of her taut little nipple and a new delicious shiver of desire raced through the young blonde Guidance Counselor. Her body sank helplessly back against his and tears began to well in her lust-clouded blue eyes. "Please.. . Ralph.. . please.. . Oh God.. . " she moaned, not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or continue!
Her eyes were still locked on the lewd tableau before her. Mike was now gasping and moaning, his voice mingling with the continuous mewling of the young redhead beneath him. Their bodies rocked together madly, as if they were straining every ounce of their energy together to reach that final glorious climax that would crown their erotic efforts with sublime and body-jolting glory!
And then, it happened. Ellen could see Mike's loins jerk and thrust forward with one last powerful lunge. He began spewing his white hot load deep into Lila's upturned cunt, the force of his orgasm sending hotly flowing sperm back out of her copper lined cuntal slit. Her own hips arched up off the floor and Ellen could see the delicious tremors of her own explosive orgasm convulsing through her body as she screwed her buttocks tightly against Mike's loins. She let out a whimpering wail that seemed to echo throughout the entire empty school building as her body shuddered violently in the throes of her exquisite ecstasy.
Ellen's own body was taut with tension as the young couple on the floor fell away from each other, exhausted, satisfied, sighing in the warm afterglow of their successful union. A slight tinge of jealousy swept through the stunned blonde Counselor as she realized that Lila had achieved with Mike what she herself had never been able to achieve with Fletch. It just wasn't fair!
Then Mike and Lila got up from the floor, Mike removing his sweat-soaked shirt so that now his body was entirely naked. Ellen's eyes feasted on his thin, muscular torso, on his strong young arms and legs. . . and, finally, on the now limp length of his teenage prick, still dripping long sticky strings of the sperm he had just pumped into Lila's willing young cunt. The boy was only eighteen Ellen knew.
He was walking slowly, menacingly, towards her while Ralph's hands still tormented lovely lush breasts beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. Ellen knew that she was hopelessly and helplessly aroused and that whatever this swaggering youth demanded of her she would do. She longed to enjoy the same sexual fulfillment that Lila had just enjoyed . . . and maybe Mike was just the boy to give it to her! Even though she knew that she shouldn't succumb to the rampant flames of her own desire . . . even though she knew that what she was about to do was both evil and forbidden, still she knew that she would obey this virile young teenager's every command!
"That fucking got you all excited, didn't it, Miss Bixby?" Mike laughed.
Ellen couldn't bring herself to lie to him, because she knew that he would be able to see through it. Still, she couldn't bring herself to admit that she was so heatedly aroused that she was completely at his mercy. So she said nothing. She wanted him very badly. But she had too much pride to admit it.
The boy's hand reached out and softly stroked her tear-stained cheeks, flowing like warm silk down the slender column of her throat and easing inside her low-cut dress until his fingers reached one of her marble-hardened pink nipples. He felt her entire body jerk and twitch as his expert fingers teased and tantalized that lust-tortured little bud. And he smiled.
"You're a very beautiful woman, you know that," he said huskily. "And you deserve the best fucking around . . . that's why we brought old Ralph along. He's got the biggest cock in school . . . and he knows what to do with it."
Then, the boy put his hands on her shoulders pressed down. Her body yielded without protest as she slowly sunk to the floor as if entranced, her eyes locked on his still dripping cock.
"You're gonna love it," Mike continued in the same low, almost sing-song voice, hypnotizing Ellen with the soft but firm commanding quality in his tone. "You're gonna love the way his cock feels inside your cunt.. . all big and hard . . . and hot and heavy . . . his old cock is going to send you into orbit, you wait and see!"
What were these strange, chilling tremors racing through her body, Ellen wondered with an almost frantic desperation. What were these electrical jolts of pleasure igniting flames of desire in every nerve-ending of her voluptuous young body? Could it be . . . could it be that she actually wanted to be fucked by this leering teenager or his friend? Could it be that she had wanted this all along, to be fucked half to death by a virile young teenage cock and that, because of this lewd desire, she had never been able to find satisfaction with Fletch? Had she chosen a profession that would bring her in constant contact with teenage boys subconsciously for this very reason?
Ralph looked down at the sensuous blonde Guidance Counselor with heavy-lidded eyes. He could tell that his erotically working hands combined with the lurid sight of Mike and Lila fucking wildly on the floor had aroused Miss Bixby to the point where she almost couldn't control herself. He watched her eyes following his every movement as he opened his trousers to expose the swollen shaft that jutted out proudly from his darkly forested loins. He smiled as he saw her little pink tongue slide out to slide hungrily along her lush lips.
"Yeah . . . I'm gonna enjoy this too, little lady," he whispered hoarsely. "We're both gonna fuck into orbit, you wait and see!" Saying this, he slipped his shirt off of his shoulders so that he was now as naked as Mike, the two virile young cocks nakedly exposed to her almost more than Ellen could bear.
Ralph came down to her level now and reached around her unresisting form to unzip her dress. Within moments, almost before she knew what was happening, he had torn the garments from her body. And then, with an especially lecherous grin, he fastened his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her silky soft thighs and down the slender columns of her legs.
Now she was as naked as they were! Turning her head, she saw that Lila, too, had removed all of her clothing and a sudden shiver passed through Ellen's voluptuous nakedness. She suddenly wondered what they were going to do to her.. . both boys couldn't possibly fuck her at the same time. . . .
But Mike and Ralph didn't give her time to think, or to still the raging fires of lust that were rapidly consuming every cell of her naked body. Eighteen year old Ralph Sommers crouched down between her lewdly splayed legs, leaning over to fasten his teeth harshly onto one tautly distended nipple of her heaving tit. His warm, lush lips roamed wetly over both creamy mounds then, causing a blissful sensation of pruriently inflamed desire to crash through the already writhing young blonde's naked loins.
Lifting his head, then, Ralph smiled. "God, she's a hot one, isn't she?" he crooned before moving back and squatting between her parted legs. Ellen moaned with salacious desire as she felt his hands beginning to stretch open her pliantly soft thighs, working up to her quivering, palpitating pussy. Her entire naked body arched up in delight as she felt his thumbs on the softly fluted lips of her seeping cunt, spreading them wider and wider apart. Another shudder passed through her as his stiffened middle finger pushed between the soft protective folds of pinkly glistening vaginal flesh between her splayed thighs. And a low, moaning groan escaped her lips as that exciting finger wormed its way into the nakedly exposed passageway, rolling tiny erotic circles deeper and deeper within that moist, hot channel.
"Ooooooohhhh," she couldn't help but moan and she felt the delicious electrical sensation rippling gently in tiny waves up to her breasts and down through her legs. She could feel her sizzling cunt seeping damp moisture all over his invading finger and found her hips squirming in mindless response to the light teasing of his darting stiff finger.
And then, suddenly, she gasped as she realized that the boy was no longer finger-teasing her cunt but was leaning up over her. The next thing she knew, she felt the swollen bulbous head of his virile teenage cock moving up and down in the widespread canyon of her pussy, parting the softly pulsing lips in preparation for the penetration she knew was only moments away. The lewd teasing of his lust-stiffened organ was sending new and intensified waves of fires lust through her body, scorching every single nerve-fiber in its route!
"Ummmmmmm . . . what a gorgeous little pussy, little lady! Can't hardly wait to get my big old cock inside!" he murmured down at her.
Ellen closed her eyes and held her breath until she felt the first tentative touch of his blunt-headed cock between the flowering open lips of her anxiously seeping pussy. She gasped then as he pushed harder, feeling the blood-engorged head sink into the welcoming open mouth of her feverishly excited cunt. Now she jerked her eyes open and saw the well-muscled eighteen year old grinning happily above her. His relentless penetration continued without let-up as his long sleek cock slowly insinuated itself into the moistly clasping chamber of her sweet womanly cunt up to its hilt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in helpless waves before it!
"God . . . you've got the tightest cunt in town, little lady," the boys gasped in awesome appreciation.
"Ooooohhhhhh . . . aaaaaannnnnngggghhhhhh . . . " was all that Ellen could pantingly reply.
And then, with a loud groan, the boy pushed the last inch forward, his pelvis slamming against hers, his cum-laden young balls slapping heavily into the upturned cheeks of her ass. His lust bloated cock was sunk now as far as it could possibly go into her quivering white belly and she could feel the hardness of the smooth rubbery head pressed tightly against her cervix. It felt different than Fletch's cock in her belly . . . perhaps slightly smaller, but nonetheless very gratifying. And there was something else different about this teenager's massively elongated cock, too . . . but she couldn't quite define what that something was. Some new sensation it inspired within her own loins . . . some flutter, fiery little wisp of a sensation that would grow and grow until it exploded like a hydrogen bomb within her lust-incited belly!
She sighed contentedly. There wasn't one tiny ridge of his cock that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft walls of her hotly sheathing cunt. And now hot breath bathed the upper part of her naked body as Mike and Lila leaned over her nakedness, hypnotized by envy at Ralph's fucking of their glamorous blonde Guidance Counselor. Then, she was dimly aware of Mike's eagerly clutching hands, squeezing and massaging her tender left breast while Lila's hand seemed to come out of nowhere to pinch and knead at her ripe right globe.
Ralph now began a slow, teasing rotation of his turgid teenage cock deep inside her willingly accepting womb. With still new tremors of fiery sensation coursing through her nakedness. Ellen began a slow swaying with her hips to meet his every move. Lewd flames of fiery desire coursed through her hot-blooded veins and she felt herself lifted to a higher plane than she had ever reached before with Fletch. This teenager's cock sliding into the warmly moist depths of her belly was more excruciatingly pleasurable than anything she had ever known before and the mere realization of this sent chilling thrills running all up and down her spine.
"Oooooohhhhh. . . fuck me . . . yes. . . do it to me.. . aaaaaannnngggghhhhhh.. . yesssssss.. . fuck me.. . fuck meeeeeee!" she cried in the delirium of her incensed passion.
As Ralph Sommers' granite-hard organ pistoned into her in an almost savage assault, Ellen's nakedly voluptuous body began to twitch and writhe madly beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth. Eagerly, she shoved her tiny pink tongue with a complete and blissful abandon deep into his warm throat. Faint mewls of passionate desire swelled and rose within her chest. Her passion-flushed face twisted with the blind intensity of her passion, mouth working, neck muscles corded, a light sweat bursting out on her forehead under her now disheveled mass of long blonde hair.
It was beautiful, too beautiful to be described in words. Her long, shapely legs on either side of the impaling stiff staff of flesh were jerking and quivering through the air in mindless abandon. Her lust-tortured mind had blacked out everything but the thought of the indecently delicious sensation racing through her as a result of the magnificent fucking this eighteen year old youth was giving her. All she wanted now was to give back to him the erotic rapture he was so marvelously giving her!
"Aaaaarrrruuuugggghhhh . . . eeeeooooiiiinnnngg-gggg . . . " she moaned in a long, low, continuous wail!
Then the wildly excited blonde felt the boy slide his hands down over her naked torso and under the soft smooth globes of her bucking buttocks. He grasped them almost brutally, one in each hand, and then he began to move with an even greater frenzy into her. She flexed and relaxed the responsive muscles beneath his fingers and felt her softly pliant flesh ripple in waves between his fingers as he jerked her hips roughly upwards. And as she pulled back her thighs, the moist wet mouth of her sizzling cunt flowered open even wider to greedily welcome his thundering cock to greater and greater depths within her lust-quivering belly.
"Take my cock . . . take it! God, I'm going crazy!"
It was Mike's voice that the passion abandoned Guidance Counselor heard then, strong words spearing through the almost impenetrable fog of her lust. Trance-like, she looked up to see the boy nakedly kneeling beside her head, her eyes opened even wider then at the sight of his enormously bloated prick erectly dancing not six inches from her face. She tried to speak but found the words choked in her throat.
"Come on . . . take it. . . can't you see I'm suffering," he teased. And then, with a stronger tone of command, he continued. 'Take it, Miss Bixby. Take it and put it in your mouth and suck it till it cums!" His legs were spread wide before her passion-flushed face and the blunt, bulbous head of his cock was now even closer to her glistening lush lips. "Come on . . . I'm gonna go crazy . . . suck it off! Hurry!"
As the dark-haired teenager's cock stroked in and out of her hotly steaming cunt with slow, hypnotizing rhythm, Ellen gazed up at the gleaming sex organ that hovered now so close above her lips. More than any cock she had ever seen before in her life, even more than Fletch's, this cock seemed infused with a magic magnet Ellen could not resist. She had never thought about sucking a man's cock before-but now, suddenly, there was nothing in the whole world she wanted more! Nothing could have driven her more frantic with desire at that moment than the lewd and yet exciting thought of taking this boy's turgidly throbbing cock into her mouth, tasting its pungent maleness, sucking it dry of the cum now churning madly in his teenage balls!
Without hesitation, without another thought, she twisted her head away from the dark-haired youth panting over her and tasted the hot flavor of male cock for the first time in her life. Its distinctive tangy spice sent new and uncontrollable tremors of sub-lime rapture coursing through her nakedness.
Although her neck ached from the strain of the awkward position, Ellen gradually explored Mike's turgid cock with her moist pink tongue. Eagerly, she grazed its smooth rubbery head with her sharp white teeth, tickling the tiny hole with the point of her tongue. And then she brought her mouth down to the sacs of his sperm-laden testicles, the wiry hairs of his pubic growth tickling her tongue as saliva dripped along the pulsing, burgeoned organ. She went wild with the new erotically exciting sensations his cock brought to her, ascending to a new and unparalleled height of rapture from the unexpectedly pleasant taste of his teenage cock and balls.
The sweating youth slaved above her, breaking into long, smooth strokes that tore his plunging cock almost all the way from her anxiously clasping cunt, then thrust forward into her willingly uplifted buttocks until she could hear the loud smacks of his balls slapping down against the wide-spread crevice of her ass. Without warning, she felt Ralph's fingers crawling down the warm cleft of her ass towards the tiny target of her anus, the small puckered hole defenselessly twitching below, flirting teasingly with it as she writhed beneath him.
Ralph Sommers smiled as he pushed into that tiny nether ring with a sudden, quick movement. Ellen gasped at the unexpected prodding, feeling the soft, rubbery flesh yielding before his surprise attack. Though she moaned in bewilderment, inadvertently freeing Mike's amplified cock from her mouth, the youth above thrust harder, working his stiffened finger around inside her virginal rectum, stretching the tight surrounding ring wider and wider. And then, Ellen gasped again as she felt a second finger join the first and it was then that she began to feel new swirling whirlpools of pleasure as her tiny rectum slowly became accustomed to the strange and unnatural invasion.
"Ooooohhhhh . . . aaaaaannnnnnrrrrrruuuugggg-hhhh . . . Ralph . . . Oh God . . . oh Ralph . . . eeeenn-nnnniiiiii. . . " she cried as she wantonly screwed back on his probing fingers as the boy methodically probed the hot inner depths of her invaded rectum. Hopelessly impaled between his rigidly pulsing prick in her fiery hot cunt and his fingers shoved into the rubbery depths of her asshole, Ellen turned her head back towards Mike's glistening length of virile teenage flesh and took it once more into the warmly moist depths of her mouth.
But not for long. "Hey, let's turn her over . . . she's gonna break her neck this way," Mike whispered in breathless impatience.
"Right . . . over we go," Ralph replied pantingly as he flipped her naked body over, never taking the thickness of his cock from the warm cavern of her cunt.
Now Ellen found herself lying on her stomach and she felt Ralph grab her hips impatiently to help her to her knees. She rested there, panting, for a long moment on all fours, her creamy white buttocks waving high in the air and her face resting on the hardwood floor. She had never been fucked this way before and she wondered vaguely if she would ever be able to cum this way . . . but she had to . . . had to cum . . . she was much too excited, much too close to be able to give up now!
As Ralph lunged suddenly forward, Ellen found her face running headlong into Mike's waiting cock before her. She hardly knew what had happened when the boy kneeling in front of her face grasped both sides of her head in a vise-like grip between his strong young hands and held it firmly, as if taking aim. Then, he pushed his narrow masculine hips forward and Ellen gasped as he rammed the hard fleshy shaft of his luridly swollen cock down her throat, the full hot length of it disappearing into her roundly ovaled lips almost to its hairy hilt!
"Ummmmmmm . . . aaaannnnrrrruuuugggghhhh-hh . . . " she moaned around the invading hot-rod as the two teenage boys buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them. And she loved it! Never before had she been fucked by two marvelously throbbing cocks at once! Never before had she felt the sublime rapture of being invaded at both ends of her nakedly aroused young body and she bucked back and forth with a hunger she had never before experienced with Fletch or anyone else!
"Oooooohhhhmmmmmmm . . . " she moaned again around the thrusting cock in her mouth. She thrust her smoothly luscious buttocks back in tiny erotic circles, clasping with her cuntal muscles at the hot fleshy pole burrowing into her from behind. God, how greedy she had suddenly become because she wanted to have it all, every single bit of it! She wanted that gloriously pleasure-packed organ to fill her, to flood her insides with its hot sticky cum until it splashed down onto her eagerly straining young thighs!
Ellen sucked more ravenously than she would have imagined possible at the plunging prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and puffing with his throat-battering lunges. She wanted that cock, too! She wanted it to explode into her hungry mouth, to taste the warm, milky-white sperm and feel it rolling like heated lava down her throat. She was no longer human, no longer anything but a great quivering mass of quivering sensual flesh burning with a devouring flame of rampant desire, unable to think, unable to do anything but soak up the blissful sensations constantly streaming through her naked flesh!
The eighteen year old youth behind her grasped her hips, quickening the cadence of his fucking, storming hot and deep into her torridly boiling cunt. The tormenting agony of her sublime pleasure caused the lust-abandoned Guidance Counselor to push back against his heaving loins with all the strength she possessed. The plane of her eager loins was held high, wide open to the pistoning thrusts of his organ as his pelvis smacked almost brutally against her. She was a mass of fiery nerve-endings, lifted beyond memory by the exquisite sensation pricking between her legs, the over-poweringly magnificent pressure building within her naked body. God, she was close now, so close.. . .
"Yes . . . fuck me. . . oooommmmgggghhhh . . . fuck me oooorrrrnnnnnngggghhhhhh . . . both of you . . . fuck meeeee!" she managed to mumble around the mouth-filling cock of Mike Easterbrook, her face contorted to an unrecognizable mask of pruriently abandoned passion.
This was it-she just knew it! At last, at long last she was going to reach the glorious pinnacle of ecstasy that Fletch's cock had never sent her to before! She was going to cum with a cock in her cunt-and another in her mouth!
The two boys grunted and groaned as they thrust wildly into the two willingly open orifices at each end of her naked young body. They drove their cocks so hard that for a moment she thought their tips would come together somewhere near her belly! Her own body drove on, inspired by the pressure of her passion, buffetted back and forth between the two pistoning teenagers. There was nothing else in the world for her now . . . no tomorrow, no yesterday, only the present rapturous moment of divine ecstasy and these two wonderful cocks driving her so close to that orgasm she had so long desired.
Her body arched. She clasped tightly to Mike's heaving muscular buttocks with one hand. Suddenly, the rising storm of her own dynamic orgasmic explosion began to invade her loins. She felt the cock fucking into her from behind, swelling and throbbing as it began to unleash its fiery hot load, spewing its white-hot cum deep up into her clasping cunt! His young, sperm-filled balls banged into her erected quivering clitoris, causing her to tremble convulsively. Involuntarily, she jerked forward and in consequence buried the other cock all the way back into her throat!
"Aaaaaarrrrrrruuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" she cried out around that exquisite organ.
And then, it too burst, filling her greedily sucking mouth with the pungent flow of his scalding semen, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep herself from gagging on the floods of gushing cum that jetted deep into her throat. Small droplets of it trickled from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed madly, sucking madly, not wanting to lose even one single precious drop of this deliciously exciting male ejaculation! God, it was wonderful! More beautiful than she could ever have imagined it would be!
Her own body rocked and bucked and arched with the powerful explosion of her own orgasm, so blissfully triggered to divine heights by the two exploding organs within her mouth and cunt. Never, never before had she ever known such exquisite ecstasy as she reveled in at that moment! Never had her own fucking fingers been able to drive her to such unparalleled heights of divine rapture to such a devastating pinnacle of erotic ecstasy! Her mind reeled dizzily and her body felt lost beyond all control, her eyes opening and closing, her head attempting to flail back and forth but stopped by the now deflating cock still lodged between her lips! God, it was glorious, too glorious to be real!
And then Mike's deflating cock slipped from Ellen's still sucking lips. Mindless with the intoxication of her own rapture, she screwed her buttocks back against the still squirting cock in her hotly clinging cunt. And then, with a scream from between clenched teeth, she reached the absolute apex of her orgasm, feeling a million tiny firecrackers exploding within her nakedly writhing flesh.
A few moments later, her strength completely depleted, she collapsed to the floor as the now limp pleasure-packed prick slithered from her wetly overflowing pussy.
A few moments later, Ellen found herself alone in the office, lying exhausted on the hardwood floor, her clothes in a crumpled heap by her side. She wasn't sure what had happened . . . she thought she had felt Mike's hand tenderly grazing her cheek and sliding down the slender column of her throat.. . or was it Ralph? She had watched them, as if in a dream, gather up their clothes and throw them hastily over their nakedness. And then, taking Lila by the arm, they had simply walked through the door in utter silence.
She listened to their footsteps fading down the corridor of the empty school building. She thought she heard one of the boys say in a loud whisper, "God, what a hot little box she's got! That lady is some helluva tiger, old buddy! She was almost more than I could handle!"
Yes, Ellen mused now, her eyes closed, her limbs still trembling from the exquisite exertion of her sexual adventures with the two teenagers, it was beautiful! At last, at long last, she had finally succeeded in fucking to climax. It was something she had been dreaming about, longing for, hoping for, ever since that first night with Fletch on the moonlit beach.. . .
Fletch! Suddenly, in a rushing wave of conscience, the sexually satisfied Guidance Counselor realized the full impact of what she had just done. Not only had she wantonly betrayed the one man in the world who loved her, but she had committed a lewdly forbidden act-why, those boys were only eighteen years old!
What had happened to her, she wondered? What had happened to her common sense and her moral values? She had behaved like an animal, a lust-rutting animal driven entirely by the pleasure of the moment! She had acted as if nothing else in the world mattered except the gratification of her obscene pleasures! And all without a thought to poor Fletch Hines, the wonderful man who loved her and wanted to marry her! What would he ever do if he found out about this lured episode with two eighteen year old boys!
Still . . . the thought that she had actually enjoyed this encounter, that she had for the first time managed to reach a divine orgasm with a gloriously pistoning cock fucking in and out of her cunt, would not leave Ellen Bixby. She had finally reached that magnificent summit of pleasure with these two boys that she had never managed to reach with Fletch.. . .
And yet she loved Fletch.. . .
And, in a strange and peculiar way, she loved these boys too for all the joy they had given her.. . .
But she ought to be faithful to the man she loved.. . and what she had done with these boys was evil, sinful, forbidden, and would be damned by anyone who found out about it.. . .
Still. . . how could something that felt so good be so bad?
CHAPTER FIVE
Ellen Bixby sat happily across the table from her handsome dark-haired fianc' and sighed, her face resting in her hands, her empty champagne glass by the side of her plate. The music of the nightclub orchestra swept into her ears as if from a distance and she was thoroughly unaware that anyone else was in the place besides Fletch.
It had been two long months since they had seen each other, although after that disastrous and confusing affair in Eric's office with young Mike and si dark-haired, handsome Ralph, she had insisted on calling Fletch every single day. Even now, she was not quite sure what to make of that afternoon's sexual adventure. It was wrong and wicked and forbidden, she knew, to let herself become so carried away by two teenage boys. At the same time, it was the one instance in her life when she had achieved orgasm during fucking.
Well, she mused silently, tonight will be different. She hadn't had any other relations with those boys since that afternoon and had been forced to rely on her own fingers when the raging fires of her sexuality became too hot to bear. And although she had often thought, daydreamed, about those two boys, about seeing their naked young bodies again, about feeling the hot pulsing lengths of their pricks once again driving her to divine heights of pleasure, she had restrained herself, limited herself to vague mental imaginings.
It had, in fact, been all she could do to look at them the following Monday. And when Mike came for his first regular weekly appointment that next week, she had felt her knees trembling for hours before. It was odd, she mused now, that since that incredible Friday afternoon, Mike had seemed to become almost a different boy. At least, with her he did, while in class he continued his usual disruptive tactics. It had almost been as if he was causing disturbances purposely so that he would be sent to her office!
Once there, though, he had behaved like a perfect gentleman. He would be content to sit quietly for hours reading or doing his homework, or talking to Ellen about the troubles he was having at home with his family. He never spoke of Ralph and he never spoke of Lila, and he treated Ellen with a new and grudging respect which he didn't demonstrate to anyone else in the entire school. Eric had once asked her how she had worked the miracle with the boy. But she had just smiled and claimed she didn't know! Wouldn't it be wonderful, she had often thought, if she really had reached beneath Mike's cool and arrogant exterior to the real boy within? Wouldn't it be wonderful if she really could serve as the pivot to turn his life around?
"Penny for your thoughts, darling," Fletch's gentle voice interrupted her reverie as he refilled her champagne glass for the fifth or sixth time that evening.
"Nothing . . . I was just thinking about one of the boys at school," she said innocently, smiling radiantly across the table at the handsome young man she was going to marry.
"Never mind that-let's think about us, darling!" he answered softly, reaching across the table to take her small hand in his. God, she looked especially gorgeous tonight, Fletch thought. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her svelte young form all evening and right now he was looking at the smooth alabaster skin of her luscious breasts where they peeked out over the low-cut flower print dress she was wearing. He hadn't even seen another woman for two months and so Ellen looked especially ravishing to him that evening. He was glad he had suggested that they go out to celebrate, even though he knew he had to leave in the morning.
"Darling, I wish you would quit now instead of waiting until the end of the term," he urged, continuing a discussion they had begun that morning when he arrived at the airport. "I'll be stationed in Washington, at the Pentagon, for at least a year, possibly longer. You could find another job in Virginia or in Washington.. . I want to have you with me, darling. I've missed you much, much more than I can say!"
As he squeezed her hand, Ellen knew that he wanted her desperately, wanted her to be with him starting tomorrow instead of three months from now. The champagne was beginning to make her brain fogged and dizzy and, even though her head was resting in her propped up hands, she felt as if she needed to move around. It wasn't that she didn't want to do as Fletch was asking . . . she just didn't want to give him an answer right away. She wanted to at least sleep on it.. . clear the alcohol from her mind so that she could think clearly.
Fletch raised his glass of champagne and indicated that Ellen should do-likewise. "Well, here's to us, darling-for the sixth time tonight! But not for the last time! I love you, my darling, and I want you to marry me right away!"
They clinked glasses. Ellen emptied her glass and Fletch refilled it. Between this champagne and the cocktails they had enjoyed before dinner, Ellen almost felt now as if she would faint. What she needed, she decided, was to move around.
"Let's dance, darling," she suggested, smiling at her charming and handsome young fianc'. She rose, feeling giddy and light-headed, and was grateful to be swept along in Fletch's strong young arms as he supported her and guided her around the dance floor to the soft strains of the nightclub band.
As they glided among the dancers on the crowded floor, Ellen realized clearly that she felt more at home now, in Fletch's arms, than she had at any time since she had come to Los Angeles. Gone were the anxieties about the two teenagers at school, gone were the daily disappointments and frustrations she so often felt with the other students who came to her office when they became unruly in the classrooms, gone were the feelings of being lost and alone in a large and lonely metropolis. At last, she was at peace and at home. Yes, she would quit as he had asked her to do so that they could be married right away!
"Fletch," she whispered as he guided her back to their table, her head resting on his shoulder, "you're right, darling. I'll quit Monday morning and join you in Washington in two weeks. Okay?"
"Okay?" he cried. 'That's the best gift you could have given me, darling! And don't worry, I'll make all the arrangements! I'll find us a nice apartment," he said as he eased her into her chair and pushed it forward. "And I'll do some scouting around about a job for you . . . and I'll arrange for the marriage license and everything! Oh, darling," he cried bending down to kiss her hard on the lips. "You've just made me the happiest man in the whole damned world!"
Smiling beamingly in his happiness, Fletch poured yet another glass of champagne for each of them.
The alcohol racing through Ellen's blood now reduced her sensibilities to a near stupor. She had to get up, get some fresh air, get away just for a moment or two.
"Excuse me, darling," she said softly. "I think I've had a bit too much to drink. Do you know where the ladies' room is?"
Concerned, Fletch rose and escorted her to the powder room. "I'll wait out here, darling," he said.
"No . . . don't be silly. I'll be all right. Go on back to the table and enjoy yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes. Go on, now!"
Ellen walked into the empty ladies room and was grateful to see that the nightclub was thoughtful enough to provide a small couch for ladies in such distress as she was in at that moment. Easing her voluptuous body slowly down onto it, she could feel her head spinning dizzily from the intoxicating effects of the cool, bubbly liquid she had been drinking all through dinner. Just a few minutes, she told herself . . . just a few minutes . . . and then I'll go back to Fletch . . .
Suddenly, Ellen felt as though she was falling, falling slowly but inexorably downward, downward, downward. She was falling through a tunnel.. . it was a long tunnel and very dark . . . but at the end there was a spark of light.. . soon, soon she would be out of the tunnel and into the light.. . she was dreaming, she knew, and yet it was a dream of reality somehow . . . why did it seem so foggy all of a sudden at the end of the tunnel?
In her dream, Ellen found herself suddenly alone in a large, dark room. She could see something white in front of her, way up high on the wall, but she couldn't tell where she was or what that white object might be . . . it appeared to be flat. . . and slightly textured . . . and large, very large, almost as if it was a . . . yes! It was a movie screen!
Unaware of her movement, Ellen rolled slightly over onto her side on the ladies room divan. The attendant came in and found her sleeping but decided not to disturb her, with the wisdom acquired after many years as a ladies room attendant in this particular nightclub. The strange blonde woman was beginning to sigh . . . she was probably dreaming, the attendant decided. Maybe it's a nice dream!
Ellen was still alone in the large, dark room of her dream when suddenly a light flashed on. She looked up at the screen and saw "Housewife's Dilemma" followed by a list of actors and actresses and technicians. Strange, she didn't recognize any of the names . . . wait! Mike Easterbrook! Ralph Sommers! Lila Mason! Why, her teenage students were going to be in this movie! How utterly amazing!
The screen now showed an attractive young housewife going about her usual domestic duties, clearing dishes from the table, making the beds, sweeping, tidying up the living room. Only. . .wait. . . it wasn't a housewife-it was young redheaded Lila Mason! And she was wearing . . . God! All the young sensuous teenager had on were a black lacy brassiere, a black garter belt over black stockings! And she wore high-heeled shoes! What was Lila doing in that outfit cleaning house, Ellen wondered in her dream . . . or rather, what kind of a house was it with red brocade wallpaper and old, overstuffed couches?
Suddenly, Ellen realized that she wasn't any longer alone in that large, dark room. By the light reflected from the screen, she could tell that the room was filled with . . . teenage boys! Dozens upon dozens of them, all around her, all laughing raucously! Suddenly, a sudden twinge of panic seized the voluptuous young blonde. Where was she and what was going to happen here?
Silently chiding herself for becoming so frightened for nothing, Ellen turned her eyes back to the screen high on the wall before her. The sight that met her eyes then caused her to gasp in shock and surprise, but the sound was completely drowned out by the roaring laughter of the teenage boys all around her. In her dream, she struggled to get away. . . tried to get up.. . but something kept her back . . . something wouldn't let her leave the room . . .
On the screen now she saw two teenagers, Mike and Ralph, wearing football uniforms climbing through the open window of the home where Lila Mason was going about doing her duties! Her heart leaped up into her throat and she raised herself at last from the chair she had been sitting in, only to find several pairs of teenage hands pulling her down again! They weren't going to let her leave!
Ellen tossed and turned on the divan while in her dream young Lila continued her work, carefully dusting a large old piano not ten feet away from where the boys had climbed in through the window! "Lila, watch out!" Ellen screamed but, of course, Lila couldn't hear her!
The sumptuously attractive blonde tried to leave again. She attempted to rise from her chair. . . but she wasn't in the same chair anymore. . . now she was on a large, comfortable sofa between two strange teenage boys, both of them as burly and as husky as two football players. Maybe, she decided in her dream, if I just sit here quietly they won't notice me, won't realize that I'm here!
Meanwhile, her entire attention soon became absorbed by what was happening on the movie screen before her. The two teenage football players, Mike and Ralph, were slowly creeping up behind the innocent young black-clad figure of Lila Mason and then they grabbed her shoulders! "Oh no!" Ellen cried. One of the boys held her tightly . . . Ralph . . . while the other.. . Mike . . . began to rip at her black brassiere and panties, savagely removing both until she was left wearing nothing but the frilly black garter belt and stockings! And then, the taller of the two boys, Mike, stood before the helpless young girl, running his black gloved hands over the soft curves of her nearly naked young body!
As Ellen watched the scene in hypnotized fascination, she began to forget all about the presence of the two hulking teenagers beside her on the couch and the presence of all the other boys in the room. She felt the same shocked and yet titillated sensations she had felt that afternoon in Eric's office when she had seen Mike's long thick pole of teenage flesh storming into the welcoming channel of Lila's young cunt . . . she was at once attracted and repelled . . . at once tempted to run for her life and rooted to the spot in abject fascination . . . somehow, it was almost as if it were she herself up on that screen instead of Lila . . . and then, suddenly, Lila's face was transformed to her own and it was herself she was watching!
Ellen felt her nipples tighten to an almost painful tension as the tall leering teenager on the screen grasped and tugged cruelly at the quivering breasts of the woman who looked like her! And then, suddenly, it was Lila's face again on the screen but Ellen still felt a feverish pressure mounting as the film showed the boy-thrusting his leather-clad hand deep between Lila's trembling smooth thighs.
How odd, Ellen thought in her dream, that Mike should be wearing a football uniform with black gloves! Black! Just like Lila's lacy garter belt and leg-clinging stockings!
And then, as she sat on the couch with her eyes glued to the events on the screen, Ellen felt something new, something different that she hadn't felt before. The boy beside her had reached over, inserting his pudgy hand in the soft folds of her dress to grab at her own softly yielding flesh, pulling and kneading at her large, resilient breasts as if they belonged to him! Something told her to run, to fly out of the room, and in fact she rolled over on the divan. But, in her dream, she felt paralyzed, rooted to that soft couch, and she watched the screen in front of her thinking that if she didn't acknowledge the boy's hand on her breast, then he would become discouraged and take it away.
Now, the two boys on the screen had lifted Lila and carried her to a near-by bedroom, setting her down in a half reclining position. Ralph held her, pinning her shoulders back against the pillows propped against the wall, leering obscenely. Mike knelt on the bed in front of his victim, pushing her legs open and up until her knees were pressed helplessly up over her shoulders. With fiendish deliberateness, he slowly bent down to place his thick lips on the nakedly throbbing hair-lined opening of the woman's defenselessly spread pussy!
And Lila . . . was smiling! She was . . . enjoying what was happening to her! There was no need for the other boy to hold her down now-she was smiling and laughing and happy!
Now Ellen could feel the boy beside her drawing up the long skirt of her dress. He was working his arm up between the soft cushions of her thighs until his searching fingertips rested hotly against the already moistened crotch band of her flimsy nylon panties. Ellen's mind tumbled headlong back to that afternoon in Eric's office when two teenage boys had wantonly seduced her, taking advantage of her own fiery hot passionate nature just like Mike and Ralph in this film were doing to Lila! Oh, it wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair that men should be able to reach into a woman's soul like that to touch the very core of her being!
Even now, watching the salacious sight on the screen, Ellen could feel herself becoming excited, just as she had that afternoon watching Mike sinking his hot rod of teenage flesh into Lila's willingly clasping cunt! A strange pleasure fired in her long-neglected loins as she shared in the depraved sensations of fiery lust that filled both her own body and that of Lila on the screen. It was too much, too much to be asked to bear! She had to run! She had to get away, far, far away from the irrestible demands of her own passionate nature, of her own lovely young body!
And yet, at the same time, a sing-song voice from deep within her subconscious whispered again and again that she had no choice but to submit to the demands of her own erotic nature, and that idea filled her with a lust-longing she had felt only once before in her entire life-that afternoon with Mike and Ralph in Eric's office!
What was happening? The boy beside her had dropped to his knees . . . and he was gently tugging at the light fabric of her panties! And she, in response, lifted her hips a little to allow him to pull the thin garment down over the shapely columns of her legs! What was happening to her? She knew that what was about to happen was as inevitable as it was wrong. And yet she hadn't the will or the power to stop it, any more than she had had the will or the power to stop what had happened that afternoon with Mike and Ralph! It was wrong . . . but she couldn't help herself!
Unaware that she was tossing back and forth on the divan, Ellen was completely absorbed in the passions stirred within her in her dream. The boy was now prying her legs open and then he buried his face under the folds of her taffeta gown. And then she felt it. The wet slippery spear of his tongue slid up and down the exposed crevice between her thighs. Oh, it felt so good! He was running the tautly pointed instrument now over the hard bud of her sensitive clitoris and then down to the wrinkled mouth of her anus!
Her attention was completely torn away from the lewd acts being performed on the screen by Mike and Ralph. How could she possibly keep her mind focused on them when now several other boys had risen from their seats to share in the sensual exploration of her lustfully aroused young body? She leaned back on the couch, the strange thrilling pleasures urging her to new levels of excitement as three, four-how many were there?-teenage boys touched and fondled her breasts, pulled her legs even farther apart so that fingers of them all could touch the warmly seeping hole of her cunt.
And then, suddenly, Ellen found herself not in the large dark room but on an enormous bed, larger than three king-sized beds put together, suspended from the ceiling somewhere and being gradually lowered to the floor. She was naked now . . . and all of the teenage boys surrounding her were naked as well, their lovely little teenage cocks seemed to point at her, all of them, pointing at the nakedly provocative body of Ellen Bixby! God, how glorious!
She felt the hot breaths of their mouths blasting down on her smooth white skin as some hands pulled at the voluptuous mounds of her ample breasts. . . and then there were mouths, seemingly millions of them, sucking and nibbling at her erectly throbbing pink nipples. Other hands parted the soft folds of her warmly damp cunt. . . and then there was another tongue . . . or were there two of the oral devils? . . . fire-filled tongues quivering over the smooth, moist flesh exposed in the narrow palpitating slit. . . licking at the swollen sprout of her sensitive clitoris . . . teasing around the pinkly puckered hole of her anus . . .
"Aaaaa rrrr uuuu ggg hhhh . . . aaggh . . . eeeerrrr . . . ooowwweeeiiii. . . " she moaned helplessly in her dream, aroused to a fever pitch she had never known before by these faceless, mindless teenage tongues and fingers. "Yes . . . God . . . don't stop," she begged. "Ooooooohhh . . . I love it.. . I want you . . . I want you all!"
A strange, animal cry rose from her throat as she began a slow, grinding motion of her hips against the face or faces that breathed hotly into her wide-splayed crotch. Her hands twined in the boy's hair . . . she pulled it closer into her lust-tortured loins as if to bury it all in her steaming hot cunt! Her loins burned and ached with insatiable needs and screaming passion as she gazed through lust-fogged eyes at the seemingly dozens of naked teenage boys huddled around and hovering over her nakedness there on the gigantic double bed. They had all of them forgotten about the movie . . . they had, all of them, decided that live-action would be much more entertaining!
Ellen tossed, turned, and tossed again on the divan in the midst of her erotic dream. Time meant nothing to her as she slept on and she couldn't know how restless Fletch was becoming back at the table waiting for her, wondering what had happened to her, hoping she wasn't violently ill. He would take her home right away, he vowed . . . if she ever came out of the ladies room!
But Ellen wasn't ready just yet to awaken from her gloriously exciting dream! She was drowning in the exquisite throes of her own passion, looking up wide-eyed and full of gratitude at the sea of teenage cocks surrounding her. She moaned in the erotic ferment of her fiery passion . . . "God . . . oh it's so beautiful.. . yes . . . all of you . . . like me . . . suck me . . . fuck me . . . do it all to me!"
And they did!
As her obscene cries rang out through the enormous room, all of the multitude of teenagers responded at once! Suddenly, there were hands, seemingly millions of them, exploring every curve and hill and valley of her warmly naked flesh. One mouth attached itself to the voluptuous mound of her breast, teasing and taunting the erectly throbbing little nipple, while another captured her other breast and-likewise nibbled and nipped at its tautly pulsing nipple. Fiery waves of prurient ecstasy tore through her body at these erotically exciting ministrations, and she felt as though she had found heaven at last!
And then . . . she was whirling . . . spinning . . . tumbling madly in the glorious rapture of her arousal. Warm lips crushed down onto her moist mouth . . . warm, soft lips pressing passionately against hers. . . and then a pink teenage tongue speared into the dark cavern of her willingly open mouth . . . and she sucked hungrily on that tongue, wishing it were not one but a thousand teenage tongues as it pushed demandingly through her small white teeth! God, it was more wonderful than anything that had ever happened to her! She could still feel their hands . . . and the blunt, seeping tips of their cocks . . . all over her . . . in every crevice of her lushly naked body-teasing . . . titillating . . . tantalizing every single raw nerve-ending in her nakedly undulating young body!
In her erotically exciting dream, Ellen reached down between her body and the unknown teenager's to tentatively touch the great swollen length of his searingly pulsing cock. But her hand jerked back at the scorching electrical contact as if it had been shocked. But she wanted to touch it . . . had to hold that pleasure-packed length of turgid teenage flesh . . . she reached down again . . . let her eagerly trembling fingers fasten around its thickly palpitating length. . . felt every single ridge of its elongated length . . . touched it . . . wanted to hold it tight . . . wanted to take it in her mouth . . . yes, just like she had taken Mike's bloated young cock in her mouth that afternoon in Eric's office.
Groaning in the delirium of her desire, Ellen writhed and thrashed frantically, longing, craving, needing to have a lust-plunging cock inside the seeping hot confines of her cock-hungry cunt! She opened her mouth to cry out. . . but it was now completely filled by yet another tongue lashing and storming into that warm, damp chamber . . . God, if only someone would fuck her! If only that sizzling fire in her loins could be extinguished by a plunging hard cock skewering up into her desperately hungry belly!
And then, suddenly, as if in answer to her prayer, she felt hands gripping the softly pliant flesh of her thighs, pushing them further apart and back until she thought her pelvis would break! But, oh, it felt so good! Surely, someone was going to fuck her now! Some feverishly excited teenage boy was going to thrust his mammothly burgeoned teenage cock into the greedily sucking depths of her cunt! Yes . . . there it was . . . suddenly the magnificently aroused young blonde felt a stiff rod of blunt-headed flesh lunging against the softness of her inner thigh!
She tore her mouth away from the brutally kissing teenager to cry "Yeeesss . . . fuck me . . . oh please.. . please fuck me . . . God, how I want it.. . shove it into me . . . give me all your big, beautiful cock . . . all the way up into my belly . . . fuck meee!"
The boy moved forward now, gently parting the golden pubic hair with the rigidity of his pulsing cock-head. Ellen felt the warm soft folds of the ragged edges of her pussy close wetly over the rounded tip that threatened to penetrate into her sweet womanly sanctuary. Oh yes. . . hurry . . . now . . . do it to me.. . fuck me.. . she cried silently in the erotic throes of her blissful dream.
Suddenly, the faceless boy surged forward . . . and then he wasn't faceless anymore! It was Ralph, the boy who had fucked her half to death, half way to glory, in
Eric's office! He was here in this room, on this bed with the sea of other teenagers . . . and he was fucking her again with his big, beautiful cock! God, she could hear him gasp as the tight hot walls of her pussy slipped smoothly over the rock-hard length of his thickly pulsing cock! Her body trembled and shook before the magnificent assault, as the other hands and lips of other boys continued their erotic ministrations all over her blissfully naked flesh! She felt her thighs and buttocks now being drawn and held even wider apart by unknown hands as the lust-bloated organ of Ralph Sommers tunneled into her without mercy. And then she heard a loud roar as if all of the boys had suddenly gasped at once . . .
Ellen couldn't help but moan deliriously with the feverish intensity of her pleasure. She was moist and wide open down there, lubricated by the slippery, creamy secretions that had flowed from her simmering pussy during the tantalizing ministrations of the other boys' tongues. She whimpered and cried and groaned, writhed in the unadulterated glory of her rapture, the hard-ramming cock of Ralph Sommers pummeling into her while the others' hands and mouths teased and titillated every square inch of her naked body!
Her cunt felt filled. like a hotrod storming all the way up to her belly, the lunging steel-like rod of Ralph's flesh stretched the soft walls of her womb until she almost thought they would burst! He thrust forward again and again, and in her mind's eye she could almost see the ragged pink flanges of her cunt draping around his cock as it withdrew, then plunging back inward with every cunt-filling forward lunge! God, it was almost too wonderful to be true, too dynamically exciting to be possible! It was a dream . . . and yet it was so real . . . she would wake up soon . . . but all of the boys would still be surrounding her . . . and then Fletch would come too . . . his cock, too, would storm into the battered channel of her cunt and drive her to mind-blinding orgasm . . . Oh Fletch . . . yes, Fletch, I love you . . .
She could feel the teenage boys crowding closer now, all around her, watching as if mesmerized by the young innocent beauty of the high school Guidance Counselor as she was being so beautifully skewered and fucked by Ralph Sommers! She was barely aware now of the hands and mouths teasing the ample mounds of her breasts . . . everything seemed to be swirling around . . . her cunt was the pivot . . . everything revolved around that madly clasping love-hole between her willingly wide-splayed young thighs . . .
Ralph was stroking in and out of her now, sending strange sensations of unknown joy racing throughout her naked young body beneath him. Her hips began rotating in involuntary rhythm with the increasing speed and intensity of his plunging prick fucking into her . . . a thousand hands rubbed lewdly over the smooth globes of her softly rounded buttocks . . . others pulled wonderfully at the fleshy, hair-framed lips surrounding the cunt-battering cock . . . mouths still teased and nipped at the tautly erect nipples atop her sumptuous breasts . . .
And then one fingertip stroked up and down from her swollen cuntal lips to her tightly puckered anus.. . it was Mike! Her favorite young student was fingering the moist canyon between her widespread thighs, sending ever increasing waves of erotic joy through her nakedly undulating young body!
"Oh, Mike . . . yes . . . yes . . . " she cried as his finger suddenly pressed against the tight surrounding nether ring, then popped through, digging methodically and gloriously into the soft rubbery flesh inside! She felt him wiggle it inside her, felt then ever greater waves of intoxicating ecstasy sweep through her. It continued to wiggle, expanding the tight little opening, until at last Mike's whole finger was buried deep in the narrow throbbing passageway. "Yes, Mike . . . finger-fuck my ass . . . do it to me, little man . . . oooohhhh!"
The finger sank into the dark depths of her ass and joined the pistoning cock in a harmonious rhythm that forced lewd moans and groans in erotic cadence to their simultaneous tempo. Ellen had never before been lifted to such dizzying heights of prurient delight and she didn't want it to ever end! If only this cock and this finger would keep on tantalizing and thrilling her forever . . .
"God . . . give it to me . . . fuck me, both of you . . . yes . . . ooooohhhh," she cried, squirming her body obscenely in her dream to reach and draw sensation from each of the hands and fingers and mouths that were swarming over every inch of her lush, naked flesh. She saw cocks everywhere, all around her, beautiful teenage cocks throbbing and pulsing with the impatience of their passion! And she would have them-every single one of them! She would take them in her cunt and in her mouth and they would give her more exquisite pleasure all night long than she had ever dreamed of before!
Yes, what a magnificent sight! Everywhere she looked Ellen could see another lithe teenage boy in his virile nakedness fingering his impatiently pulsing prick, smiling in delighted anticipation of his chance to smash his organ into her lovely naked body. She was their lover, all of them, their special beauty, their happily willing fuck!
She moaned as Ralph's thick pole thrust without letup into her, growing larger and larger with each cervix-battering lunge, while the finger of Mike Easterbrook fucked into her ass as if it were another cunt! She was trapped between their two erotically exciting thrusts-and she loved it! She wanted it to go on and on and on forever!
Although only a slight whimper escaped from her lips, in her dream Ellen Bixby cried out in reckless wanton abandon as she rotated her smooth rounded buttocks faster and faster in a frantically feverish attempt to match the increasing speed of the swollen shaft and stiffened finger that thundered into her like a well-oiled piston. Reaching upward, she grasped two of the other boys' cocks and began a rhythmic savage stroking in time with the two instruments fucking in dual delight within her genitals.
And then she felt the thickly bloated cock fucking into her hungry cunt expand almost to the exploding point! Ralph was going to cum now! Oh beautiful, glorious cum!
She could feel the magnificent pressure building to almost the bursting point within her own loins as Ralph let go the full fury of his cum-laden balls. Jetting gushes of hot white cum spewed deep into her belly as she frenetically ground her naked loins against his pelvis, desperately struggling for her own agonized release. She could feel her hotly clasping pussy eagerly milking every single ounce of his magnificently flooding cum. And then, with a final spastic, spasmodic motion, the last of the boy's cunt-filling cum dribbled into her still hungry womb.
"Please . . . I'm almost there . . . give me another cock . . . I'm almost there . . . Oh God . . . please!" she cried as Ralph rolled, exhausted and empty, from her still thrashing body, just like he had that day in Eric's office. Only that time she, too, had reached her satisfaction and this time she had not. Oh, but she still had all of those other beautifully bloated teenage cocks around her and surely one of them would drive her to the explosive heights of rapturous joy she so desperately sought!
She lifted her head to smile at Ralph as he pulled away, assisted by seemingly thousands of other teenage boys who were anxious for their turn with this beautiful blonde wild-wench. She could see thin, viscous strands of milky fluid trailing from Ralph's cock over her leg and onto the mattress where he finally collapsed, thoroughly exhausted by the exertion of his sexual efforts.
Ellen's hips pushed upwards like a starving animal to willingly receive the next rigidly throbbing organ of teenage flesh . . . she bucked wildly against the next boy, needing no foreplay to spur him on, rocking frantically and struggling for the climax which was so close and yet so far . . .
Suddenly, Ellen felt herself being shaken . . . she was rolling back and forth . . . someone was rocking the mattress . . .
Her clouded blue eyes fluttered open. Hovering above her, she saw the strange face of a woman she had never seen before. The woman wore a black dress with a white apron and a little white cap. She was smiling comfortingly down.
"Wake up, Miss, wake up!"
Where was she, Ellen wondered. And where were those wonderful naked teenage boys . . . with their rock-hard cocks waiting to surge into her moistened cunt.. . it was still damp. . . she could feel that. . . her panties were soaked.
"Wake up, Miss. There's a gentleman outside, worrying about you," the friendly, smiling woman said.
Suddenly, Ellen was jolted into wakefulness! Grabbing her purse, she dashed out of the ladies room, to find Fletch standing impatiently by the door, taking long, deep drags from his cigarette.
"Ellen-are you all right? God, I was so worried about you! You look . . . so pale . . . "
"I fell asleep," she mumbled, taking his arm as he guided her to the exit.
"Did you have a nightmare or something? You look terrible!"
"A nightmare? No . . . not exactly," she smiled, feeling the color come back to her cheeks. "But I would like to go home. We've got a long night ahead of us, you and I, don't we, darling?"
CHAPTER SIX
All during the ride home that evening, Ellen Bixby snuggled close to her fianc', Fletch Hines. She could still feel quivering little flickers of excitement tickling her dampened cunt and she knew that tonight she would at last achieve that long sought-after orgasm with Fletch. Why, she was half-way there already, inspired by her wonderful dream of being all naked in that room full of teenage boys with their handsome young cocks, all ready and willing to fuck the life out of her! It had been a wonderful dream, and she basked in its warm afterglow all the way home.
Fletch hardly spoke at all. He was content to see his voluptuous young fianc' so content herself. She seemed oddly at peace, and yet at the same time smoldering with a certain erotic excitement that he had never seen in her before. She sat very close to him and he could easily smell the sweet fragrance of her feminine perfume, which set off a certain carnal excitement within his own loins.
God, even though Basic Training only lasted for eight weeks, it had seemed like eight years. He hadn't even seen a woman during all that time, and now here he was driving beside the most sensuous and beautiful woman he had ever known! He could feel the length of his man-cock beginning to stiffen and grow erect within his trousers and he could hardly wait to get back to Ellen's apartment! What a night this was going to be! It would have to be quite a night because he wouldn't be seeing her again for at least two weeks, possibly a little longer! He was glad, so glad, she had agreed to marry right away!
Ellen's eyes still looked slightly heavy-lidded when they arrived back at her apartment, Fletch noticed. Well, perhaps they had enjoyed a little too much champagne, he realized. But he had felt wonderful, so extraordinarily intoxicated even before they had ordered the first bottle of deliciously bubbly liquid. He was home again-anywhere that Ellen was felt like home to him. And he had such high hopes of convincing her to marry him right away! She had agreed, in the end, to do just that and now he felt an elation greater than any he had felt in all his life.
"Fletch, darling, do you mind if I shower . . . before we . . . "
"No, of course not, darling. Go right ahead. I'll just get comfortable."
Ellen immediately striped herself of her evening gown and stepped quickly into the shower. Yes, her cunt was still damp with the secretions of her arousal, and tingling, too, from the excitement of her dream. Lazily, she let her small hands roam over the svelte curves of her sensuous naked body, relaxing in the fine spray of warm water which washed over her. She let her hands cup and bathe her breasts and noticed with a sly smile that her tiny pink nipples jumped into throbbing erectness at the first touch of her soap-slippery hand!
And then, leaning back against the shower wall, she spread her satiny thighs apart and let her hands run tenderly up and down along their sensitive inner sides. "Ummmmmmm," she sighed quietly as those familiar flickers of desire swept through her nakedness. Yes, she was still highly excited, all right. She didn't dare let her fingers touch the pulsing folds of her pinkly glistening cunt . . . she wanted to save that supreme ecstasy for the moment when Fletch's thickly pulsing cock would be pistoning hotly in and out of her hungrily sizzling pussy!
She hadn't told Fletch about the dream and was still wondering whether she ought to tell him or not. How would she ever be able to explain the presence of Mike and Ralph in her dream, she wondered, without telling Fletch . . . everything! Of course, she could lie. She could simply tell him that the boys were faceless, or were strangers. Or she could even tell him they were men instead of boys.
But Ellen knew that she didn't lie well. Fletch would be able to see right through her, just by the look on her face. He could always tell when she was simply uneasy, much less lying. So, really, she decided, it would be much better not to bring up the subject at all. After all, she loved him. And because she loved him she wanted him to think that what was going to happen tonight was entirely the results of his own attractiveness and prowess. Why spoil it for him by saying that she had become so heatedly aroused from her dream that the slightest touch from him would practically send her into orbit?
As she toweled her naked body dry, Ellen gathered all of her resources. She would select a particularly sexy nightgown . . . she would be as amorous, as seductive, as teasing as she knew how to be! Already she could feel the flickering flames of her raging desire beginning to well up within her already aroused loins. She and Fletch would be happy together . . . she knew they would! Tonight was going to be very special for them both-she would see to that!
"Comfortable, darling?" Ellen asked as she slithered into the room towards where her handsome dark-haired fianc' sat on the couch.
The young man looked up, sipping from a glass of brandy he had poured, and all at once his cock seemed to leap into rigid hardness within his trousers. He blinked his eyes. Was this Ellen Bixby, his own curvaceous young fianc'? He had never seen her looking lovelier, or more provocative. She wore a long gown of soft, clinging material, jet black in color, that showed clearly she had worn absolutely nothing beneath it! Every sensuous detail of her lush nakedness was excitingly revealed to his feasting gaze, and Fletch could feel his blood pressure as well as his cock rising rapidly as he stared, fascinated and intoxicated by the delicious sight before him.
"My God, darling. . . " he managed to mumble as she walked across the room towards him. He smiled as he saw her coquettishly toss her long golden hair over her shoulder, exposing to plain view the soft smooth orbs of her bountiful breasts. His mouth opened wide as he caught sight of the small hard nipples thrusting out like sharp points against the flimsy diaphanous material. With lowered eyes, she surreptitiously gauged the effect that her entrance was having on her young fianc', hoping that he would become so aroused that he would throw her down onto the bed immediately. The orgasm she had nearly reached in her dream was still threatening to explode within her and needed just the slightest encouragement or stimulation . . .
And Ellen's efforts were well rewarded. Fletch scooped her up in his arms and pressed her voluptuous young body close to his, so that he could feel the little hard points of her stiffened nipples against his shirt. He pressed his mouth hard down onto hers, sending his fiery tongue crashing in between her small white teeth into her mouth. She could feel the fires of passion raging in his kiss and already her cunt was burning with desire for the hardened length of his pussy-plunging cock! Eagerly, anxiously, with all the desire swirling through her heatedly aroused flesh, Ellen returned her fianc''s kiss, sending her own hot tongue to tease within the warm moist confines of his mouth.
Pulling away, she moaned softly, "Oh darling! Oh my darling Fletch! How I've missed you! How I want you-want you right now!"
Without pausing a moment, but returning his mouth warmly to hers, Fletch pushed his seductive young fianc' back onto the bed. He lifted his mouth and for several long moments, he let his eyes linger and feast on the voluptuous beauty of her body, so clearly visible through the transparent folds of her gown. Lovingly, his eyes roamed from the slender column of her neck down along her ripe torso to the swelling mounds of her ruby-crested breasts, the sensuous mounds he longed to fondle and kiss, whose little pink caps were already distended and throbbing with excitement. He listened to her sigh and thought that he had never seen her so hotly excited before in all the three years he had known her!
Then, excitedly, he let his eyes roam along the flat, smooth plane of her white belly to the golden triangle of pubic fluff that guarded her sweet womanly sanctuary. The softly curling tendrils seemed to beckon to him, to invite his trembling fingers to explore within their erogenous territory. And as Ellen slowly spread her legs apart, he could see through the black gauzy material the warm pink lips of her glistening cunt.. . he could almost see the warm moisture of her excited secretions flowing down . . . it was much too tempting a sight to resist!
"Oh Christ," he suddenly murmured, ripping the diaphanous gown from her body, unable to bear the tension of his own aroused excitement any longer. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen . . . " Then, reaching down, he took one of her soft alabaster mounds in his hand and gently fondled it, caressing its smooth soft pliancy until the tiny little pink nipples at their peaks stood hard and taut against his hand, throbbing recklessly in the heat of her passion.
"Oh hurry, Fletch . . . please, hurry!" Ellen cried, her cunt wildly ablaze with the passion caused by her erotic dream earlier. "Please . . . please . . . take your clothes off . . . now . . . hurry!"
Automatically and mindlessly obeying her command, Fletch Hines stripped off all of his clothing with seemingly split-second speed. Within a few moments, he was as naked as she and he heard her sigh in thankfulness and in passion. Ellen's eyes, he could see, were fastened to the long pulsing rod of his turgidly thick cock, jutting out proudly from the dark forest of his loins. She could see its thick blue veins that ran in a throbbing network along the sides of the rigid organ and the purple, blood-engorged head that seemed to swell to even larger proportions as she started at it.
"Whatever you say," he hissed down at her as, simultaneously, she reached out with her trembling hands to take his lust-swollen member within her eager young fingers. He watched, mesmerized, as she pulled him by that organ as if it were a lever, pulled his loins forward until the hotly palpitating member was only inches from her lush red lips. Was she going to suck his cock? This was something she had never done before, something Fletch had never dreamed she would ever want to do!
Letting her small pink tongue dart out to play roguishly around her lips, Ellen slowly lowered that massive prick down towards her mouth. Smiling, almost crooning, she let her tongue lash out to swipe seductively at the small glistening droplet of his pre-ejaculate fluid that perched like a tiny pearl at the narrow slit in its head. She could feel his body lurch jarringly from the hotly searing contact and she wanted to tease him some more, but was much too heatedly aroused herself to be able to bear it!
Fletch stared down in mute fascination and delight as she saw his beautiful blonde fianc' open her lusciously full lips to encircle the blood-pulsing head of his enormously bloated cock. He arched his hips upwards and then plunged down as she raised her head off the pillow slightly to take in the full throbbing length of his heatedly pulsing organ. "Ummmmmm . . . " she moaned salaciously around the mouth-stuffing instrument as she felt every ridge and pulsing beat of it as it slid back along her mouth towards her throat. As he pulled out, she let her tongue tease along the sensitive underside of that pleasure-packed prick, and then let it swirl maddeningly around the hotly pulsing head, driving Fletch nearly frantic with jolting, electrifying desire.
"Oh God . . . Ellen . . . ooohhhhhh . . . feels so good . . . ummm . . . yes, baby.. . yes.. . that's it.. . suck it good . . . oooooommmmmm!"
With all the heated desire built up within her naked body, Ellen Bixby sucked and milked at that fabulously swelling organ which now pumped rhythmically in and out of the warm moist cavern of her mouth. It tasted pungently tart.. . and yet sweet.. . warm and hard and hot . . . and so wonderful . . . so magnificently exciting! It was even more exciting than when she had sucked Mike Easterbrook's turgid teenage cock . . . for Fletch's male-flesh was larger and harder and . . . something . . . more mouth-filling, perhaps!
Ellen could feel the raging heat of her own desire so disastrously aroused during her dream now burning like wildfire in her lust-aroused loins. It was like a flame, threatening to devour everything in its path, a mindless, blinding flame that would utterly destroy her very soul if it was not assuaged soon by the hard ramming thrusts of Fletch's massively engorged cock! Never, never before in her life had she been aroused to such fervent heights of sublime passion, to such daredevil realms of erotic excitement! And she was teaching this sublime plateau with Fletch, with her handsome young fianc'! She couldn't fail now, unsatisfied, she just couldn't! She was too far gone now, much too far gone, and she would surely reach the ultimate peak of her passion-and soon!
As she sucked and sucked ever more fervently, Ellen could see the pendulously heavy sac of his balls swaying above her face, then crashing down against her chin every time Fletch thrust his loins hard against her face. She could almost feel the heat of his cum churning there, cum that would soon explode into the warmly waiting cavern of her cunt! Ummm . . . his cock tasted so good . . . but she didn't want him to cum in her mouth . . . and she herself would cum any second now and she wanted his cock in her cunt when that happened. . . still, the bittersweet taste of his cock was so exciting, more thrilling than she had ever imagined it would be . . .
Finally, with a long-winded sigh, Ellen pushed her young fianc''s hips up from her passion-flushed face, watching the withdrawal of his magnificent prick still glistening with the warm moisture of her mouth. It was a man-sized cock, all right, much longer and thicker than Mike's or Ralph's . . . but still, she couldn't entirely discount two such wonderful teenage cocks which had delivered so much mind-blinding pleasure to her love-starved young body. No, Fletch was very different. . . but she wasn't sure he could be all that much better!
But he could now, for the first time, drive her to the pinnacle of sweet ecstasy and that was all she wanted, all she could think of, all that mattered a damn in the whole world! And she loved him! Yes, she had realized tonight how much, in spite of her madcap and reckless adventure with Mike and Ralph, she deeply loved this dark-haired young man who now leaned over her, holding the stiffened length of his man-cock in his trembling fingers.
"Fuck me, Fletch . . . fuck me now . . . fuck me good and hard . . . ooohhhh . . . please, hurry . . . shove it into me . . . eeennnggg hhhhhh!"
She watched him then as, silently, he shifted back along her nakedness. She began to spread her legs apart and smiled as she saw him wedge her satiny soft thighs ever farther apart with his hands. He was kneeling now between her knees, wiggling his thick fleshy rod into position between the lust-moistened lips of her quivering young cunt.
"Oh yes, darling Fletch . . . yes . . . fuck me good . . . oooooo hhhhhh . . . how I need your big beautiful cock inside my cunt . . . aaarrruuuggghhh . . . hurry!"
"With pleasure," he smiled as he fell forward across her nakedness. Oh, the weight of him felt so good as he rammed his burgeoned cock deep into her still slippery cunt, forcing long, low, delicious moans from deep down in her throat! He slammed into her with all his masculine strength, sinking the lust-inflated rod of his man-flesh all the way in to the hilt! She was not prepared for such a sudden entry, but still she welcomed it, welcomed the way his plunging organ had slithered into her soft vaginal folds and filled her until she thought she would burst in two! It felt just like the teenage cock in her dream-only better! Much more vibrantly real and turgidly alive!
Fletch watched his naked young fianc' from above with a lewd, lecherous smile crossing his handsome features as he saw her quivering with pleasure beneath his vaginal assault. He had never seen her so erotically excited before, never heard her actually begging to be fucked like that! Her words had made him feel a new kind of power, a new kind of potency, as if he and he alone was responsible for her sexual fate. And now that he had skewered his fiery hot-rod deep into her belly, he paused for a moment to enjoy its exciting effect both on himself and on Ellen. She had asked for it-and he was now going to fuck her like she had never been fucked before, a screw she would remember until the very end of her days!
"Feel good, darling?" he asked with growing pleasure mounting in his cum-swirling balls.
Fletch began then to drive into her with long, cervix-battering strokes, listening all the while to her long, low, continuous moans of deliriously excited pleasure as she undulated her hips beneath him to avidly meet his every lunging plunge. He slid his hands down her rhythmically moving body, shoving them under the backs of her creamy soft thighs. Grunting, he pushed them up and back until her knees pressed into the mattress over her shoulders and she was rolled into a tight fleshy ball of agonized desire. She groaned again and again in the agony of her ecstasy as he fucked and fucked and fucked into the widespread split between her legs now completely open to his assault.
"Aaaannn rrruuuggghhh, eee nnn ggg . . . " she wailed deliriously as his grinding pelvis smacked hard against her magnificently exposed vagina until they could both hear the wet loud thud of his loins against her crotch. God, it was the most beautiful sound in the whole world to the lust-demented young blonde, the most erotically exciting sound she had ever heard! His shoulders were propped now against the backs of her calves as if to hold her in place while he wonderfully thrust into her, and she was flailing her head from side to side with the excruciating torment of her rampaging pleasure!
"Fletch . . . oh Fletch . . . oh my God . . . oooooohhh-hhh," she cried in wild ecstasy beneath him.
As if he didn't hear her, he lunged again until he could feel the blunt, bulbous head of his cock hammering against her cervix at the very deepest depth of her cunt. She was reminded of when Mike's surging teenage cock had stormed into that bastion of womanhood between her legs, when every nerve ending in her body seemed to be screaming out in the torture of her pleasure. Now, too, she could feel every raw nerve-ending tingling with the sparks of ignited desire that was almost more wonderful than she could bear. But, still, Mike had been different. Mike was only a boy, whereas Fletch was a man, and all man at that! Still, Mike had been able to drive her easily over the brink of consciousness and into the realm of exploding sexual passion where Fletch had never been able to do thatat least, not until tonight! She wondered, vaguely, somewhere near the back of her mind, if Fletch would have been able to rouse her to his height of sublime passion if she hadn't had that inspiring dream in the ladies room before they came home . . .
"Yes, that's it. . . " he was whispering breathlessly. 'That's it. . . move with me baby . . . move your ass. . . gaaad . . . umm . . . oh baby, are you hot tonight!"
Reaching underneath his naked fianc''s writhing form, Fletch Hines drove his hands under the sumptuous white cheeks of her roundly resilient buttocks and cupped them tightly. Eagerly, he kneaded the warm supple flesh, feeling it ripple in waves between his strong young fingers, pulling those glorious globes apart to further facilitate his entry into her wildly sucking young pussy.
Oh, it was almost too wonderful to be real, Ellen realized. At last, at long last, Fletch was going to drive her over the peak of passion and into a wildly explosive orgasm! She could feel the pressure of her divine release already building, building, building in the depths of her loins like a raging inferno that would devour everything in its path! She was half-sobbing, half-crying for joy as she rotated her hips eagerly up against his riveting cock while his strong hands continued to dig into the smooth spongy flesh of her delectable ass-cheeks!
She could feel his massively burgeoned prick seeming to swell within her lust-clasping cunt with each powerful stroke into her and she knew that his own orgasm was no farther away then her own. Perhaps they would cum together! Wouldn't that be magnificent? They might, at the rate they were going, cum together, spilling their love-inspired juices together, mingling their flowing passion together in her madly dilating womb! Nothing, nothing was more important in the world to her now than to somehow control her own outburst of exploding passion until the moment when she would feel the hot sticky flood of his sperm filling the lust-ravaged cavern of her cunt!
His long hard thrusts into her slippery passageway that had been lubricated by the wet juices of her own dreamed desire seemed to send her into her spheres of divine pleasure. With each out-thrust, he withdrew the elongated length of his tumid organ until only the hard bulbous head remained inside her magnificently flowering cunt. And then he would lunge forward again with all his youthful masculine strength until his cum-heavy balls banged into the wide-split crack of her delectable ass. She groaned in the mad wildfire of her passion as her body was driven back against the mattress with each and every jack-hammer thrust of his powerful loins. Her arms reached up to wrap around his sweating torso and her fingers dug harshly into the muscled skin of his back.
Fletch then suddenly speeded the cervix-banging penetration of her lust-sucking pussy. God, she was hotter tonight than he had ever known her to be. She sure must have missed him a hell of a lot to become this passionately inspired his first night back with her! It was almost like a miracle . . . she had always been good in bed before . . . but she had never been great like she was tonight! It was more than he had bargained for, more than he had ever dared to hope for, and almost more than he could handle!
The sound of his deep straining grunts and her deliriously excited moans filled the room, mingling with the lustful noise of flesh slapping against flesh and the moist sound of his pile-driving cock lancing in and out of her lust-burning cunt. He wanted to fill her completely, to fulfill the aching desire burning so hotly in her clasping-tight cunt, send her into a realm of sexual pleasure she had never known before! Already distended by the dizzying heights of his own desire, this new passion to overwhelm her with his sexual prowess made his cock swell to even greater girth in her belly until he thought it might explode and shatter into a thousand tiny fragments within her eagerly clutching cunt!
He felt it first. He could feel the hot sticky juices of his cum storming out of his balls and through the jerking, lurching length of his pistoning prick as it drove one last and final time hard into Ellen's quivering young belly. And then she felt it, the first hotly flowing eruption of his sperm jetting wonderfully into her cock-stuffed cunt! Wave after wave of it showered her eagerly sucking cunt with its scalding-white bursts of fire, triggering her own long sought-after explosion of passion!
Wheels of light exploded in the back of her mind . . . her face contorted into a crimson grimace of her straining effort . . . her torso arched up off the bed, pulling her hips and thighs clear into the air . . . spasms of convulsive ecstasy quivered through every tensed muscle of her nakedness . . . blinding flashes of pleasure exploded deep within her brain . . . she was cumming!
God, how magnificent it was to feel those wracking waves of excruciating pleasure ripping through her naked flesh, tearing headlong through the shattered nerve-endings of her entire being! And all with Fletch's cock simultaneously exploding, unleashing its scalding white-hot fury in her cunt! The event she had dreamed of for three long years was finally happening, finally becoming a reality! This thought and this thought alone propelled her to another body-jolting climax as the last of his precious love-juices trickled from the narrow-eyed slit at the tip of his now deflating cock! And then she sighed, a deeply contented sigh.
Yes, Monday morning without fail, she would go to the school principal and asked to be allowed to break her contract with the school. She had to go with Fletch. There was a mysterious urgency which compelled her to leave with him as soon as possible . . . was it Mike and Ralph, the thought that she might one day feel that she wanted to do again what she had done that fateful afternoon almost two months previously? Perhaps . . . and maybe that was why, all these long and difficult weeks in Las Altas High School, she had felt a secret fear gnawing at her belly every time she was in her office alone with Mike . . . the fear that she would succumb to the fiery demands of her own desire . . .
It would be best, all the way around, she quickly realized, if she left Los Angeles as soon as possible. She loved Fletch more deeply than she had ever realized and she belonged with him. If she stayed here, she would be faced weekly with the temptation of Mike's lithe and youthful young teenage body, which was perhaps more of a temptation that she would be able to withstand much longer. She had done all right so far . . . but the longer she stayed, the more difficult it would become . . .
"Penny for your thoughts, darling," Fletch whispered as he pulled her warm nakedness close to his and covered both of their bodies with the light white sheet. He moved his face so that his teasing tongue could begin to play mischievously around her ear lobe . . .
"Ummmm . . .darling.. . I was just thinking of you . . . and how happy we are going to be together . . . it's going to be wonderful to be together all the time again, isn't it?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ellen Bixby stood in the mid-afternoon quiet of pale green corridor outside the principal's office, leaning back against the wall. She took several deep breaths to try to regain her composure. Quitting was a nerve-wracking business, especially when she knew that she was breaking her contract, that she had promised to stay on until the end of the term. All morning long she had been looking forward to this intend with the austere principal with considerable trepidation.
But now it was all over. And it hadn't been nearly as bad as she had anticipated it would be. The principal might be a rather conservative looking man with a deep-timbered voice which made him seem at once awesome and forbidding, but at heart he turned out to be a gentle and compassionate man. True, Ellen thought she detected a note of lecherous appreciation in his glance when she sat in the chair next to his desk and his eyes wandered none too subtly over the full lush curves of her voluptuous body. But all in all he had been nice enough, and had accepted her explanation without question.
Of course, she hadn't been entirely truthful with Mr. Beck. She had told him that Fletch would be stationed in Washington, which was true, but she had also implied that he would soon be transferred overseas and that this was the reason she wanted to join him now. As his wife, the government would pay for her transportation to join him. As his fianc', the government would pay nothing at all.
And so, in the end, Mr. Beck had agreed to let her out of her contract without penalty. As she left his office, he had smiled warmly, patted her on the shoulder, and wished her luck!
Now, in the corridor after her ordeal, which hadn't really been as traumatic and difficult as she had feared it would be, Ellen composed herself. Looking down at her wristwatch, she noticed that it was already nearly two-thirty-and she had set up an appointment with Mike for two-fifteen! Quickly, the sumptuous blonde scurried down the hallway, listening to the echo of her own footsteps, until at last she rounded the corner which led to her office.
She had to admit that Mike had changed a good deal over the past two months. At least, he had with her. And he was beginning to behave better in the classrooms, too, she was proud to note. He seemed now to display a certain grudging admiration for her, a new respect he had never felt for anyone before, and this attitude of trust was slowly being carried over to his teachers. She really hated to leave him, she realized. She had accomplished with that difficult boy exactly what she had set out to accomplish . . . and she was selfish to want to see her job through to its ultimate conclusions. She wanted to see Mike graduate next year with honors!
But that, of course, would be impossible now. In just two short weeks, she would be leaving Los Angeles, probably forever. She wondered how Mike would take the news . . .
As Ellen reached her office, she heard the sound of Mike's voice coming from within . . . but he was groaning! Was something wrong? Was he ill? Quietly, the voluptuous blonde Guidance Counselor opened the door and peeked inside . . .
There was Mike Easterbrook, his fair hair falling down over his eyes, sitting in the chair next to her desk. He was half turned away from the door . . . but even if he had been facing the door, he was much to preoccupied with what he was doing to notice anything!
Ellen saw, with open-mouthed consternation that Mike had unzipped his trousers and, with his eyes glued to the window opposite his chair, he had withdrawn his erectly growing cock and was stroking up and down its full length! Ellen knew that he didn't realize she was standing in the doorway watching, and she knew that she should have made her presence known right away. But something, some unknown and indefinable force, kept her still and quiet.
Oh Mike, she whispered silently to herself. You poor boy!
As she watched in surprised fascination, the boy's hand began to jerk faster and faster up and down the hardened length of his erectly pulsing cock. His eyes were still locked on the window opposite, as if he was drawing the inspiration for his lust from something he saw there. It was then that Ellen noticed with a startled shock that on the file cabinet next to the window was a picture of her and Fletch, taken at Fletch's graduation last June! Why, the boy must be looking at her!
The boy sat rocking in that hard wooden chair, stroking madly with his hand along the stiffened length of his rampantly excited prick. His hips rocked and his hands worked frantically, up and down, vigorously caressing the lust-swollen member to Ellen's wide-eyed fascination. Then, suddenly, Ellen heard him grunt softly and a thin white stream of fluid poured like flooding lava from the narrow slit at the end of his violently excited cock. Quickly, he leaned over the desk to grab a tissue from the dispenser there and then he pressed it over the head of his lust-lurching shaft.
Ellen stared, still silently, still mesmerized and saw a wet sticky stain quickly soaking through the paper tissue that concealed the head of his heatedly ejaculating prick from her gaze.
Oh Mike, she cried silently again. Oh, the poor dear boy! Why, he was apparently infatuated with her . . . that was why he had been so cooperative lately!
Well, she would just have to have a serious talk with the boy. That was all there was to it. She would also have to explain to him, as gently as possible, that she would be leaving Las Altas High School within a couple of weeks. Undoubtedly, he wouldn't take the news well, but she would rather tell him herself than have him hear it from his taunting fellow students.
After he had stuffed his now deflated cock back into his trousers, Ellen noisily opened the door of her office and slipped into her chair.
"Sorry I'm late, Mike," she said as calmly as she could, shuffling papers around on her desk so that she wouldn't have to look at the poor infatuated boy directly in the eye.
"Aw. . .that's okay. . . no sweat," he replied sulkily, as if he knew that there was some unfortunate news to come his way.
Ellen paused, gathering her courage. "Listen Mike," she began softly, hoping to keep the tremor out of her lovely young voice. "There is something I want to talk to you about." Then she hesitated, not really sure what to say next.
"Yeah?" the boy encouraged.
"Well . . . it's rather . . . personal, you see. And just between you and me. Perhaps you could come by my apartment this afternoon, after school. And we could talk about it there, without any time limit. I mean," she stuttered, "you have to be back in class in ten minutes. . . and that really isn't enough time. So, what do you say?"
"S-sure," the boy replied, a sense of doom slowly creeping over him. What could Miss Bixby possibly want to talk to him about that would be . . . so personal? Was it something about herself-or something about him? Mike began to become visibly worried, but then the softness of her voice reassured him.
"It's really okay, Mike. It's nothing to worry about. It's just that. . . well. . . " She paused, looking for just the right words. "I just think it will take longer than ten minutes . . . and it's important."
"Sure, no problem. I'll come by around four o'clock, how's that?" he smiled bravely.
"Fine, Mike. That's just fine."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gracefully pirouetting in front of her full-length bathroom mirror, Ellen Bixby admired the loveliness of her own reflection. Her eyes gazed appreciatively over the full billowing mounds of her bountiful breasts and down along the sleek curves of her womanly hips and thighs. Yes, she was a beautiful young woman, in the prime of her beauty, she laughed to herself. She guessed that it was no wonder Mike was so fascinated by the lush lines of her voluptuous young body!
Slipping her bathrobe over her svelte nakedness as she heard the doorbell ring, Ellen managed a glance at her bedside clock as she dashed through the bedroom towards the front door. Four o'clock exactly. Mike Easterbrook was right on time-surely an unusual occurrence for a eighteen year old boy! He must be looking forward to their intimate talk as much as she was. It would be difficult, she knew, to tell Mike that she would be leaving Los Angeles in two weeks. Doubtless, he would take the news rather hard. But he was a strong young boy and he would manage to survive very well without her. She only wanted to assure herself that he wouldn't forget the lessons she had taught him. That was all, she told herself as she pulled open the door.
"Good afternoon, Mike. I'm glad you could come," she greeted the fair-haired teenager. Casually gesturing him into the apartment, she added, "I think what we have to talk about is very important, indeed."
Mike smiled slightly, trying to act as calm and cool and arrogant as he could. Wordlessly stepping into her apartment, he purposely brushed Ellen's shoulder with his muscular upper arm, and he felt her tremble for a moment as a feverish thrill tore through the nakedness of her body beneath the robe. She was slightly confused about her instinctive reaction to his touch, and vowed to keep matters under greater control henceforward.
"Would you like some soda or something?" she asked politely as the boy settled himself onto the couch.
"A beer would be better, if you have one."
"Uh . . . yes, in fact I do," she replied with some surprise. Fletch had brought some beer and she knew that she still had one or two left in the refrigerator.
While in the kitchen, away from the boy's piercing gaze, Ellen poured herself a stiff shot of Scotch and gulped it down to calm and steady her nerves. What was the matter with her? Why did she feel so nervous and jumpy all of a sudden? As she felt the warm liquid slowly flowing down to her belly, Ellen Bixby could feel herself beginning to relax. Quickly, she poured and gulped still another shot, then retrieved a beer from the refrigerator and went back into the living room.
Seating herself on the couch beside Mike, Ellen watched him as he took several long swallows from his beer. His arms were so muscular, so powerful, so virile and so appealing!
And then, suddenly, as he smiled with half-closed eye lids at her, wordlessly communicating his clear message, Ellen realized why she had been so nervous a few minutes before. In the back of her mind, she had known all along that this was going to happen!
All conscious thought of why this handsome young teenager was now in her apartment and the anxiety she had known moments earlier faded into memories as the long-smoldering embers of natural and unquenchable passion began to glow and spark within them both, sending tingling flushes whipping over her flesh until every inch of her body became warm and ripe. As a swelling pressure mounted in her sumptuous breasts and loins, a corresponding sense of physical urgency gradually spread over her clouded mind, blanketing her consciousness with awareness of her burning needs. She felt no fear, no hesitation, no regrets.
"Well, Miss Bixby? You wanted to talk to me," the boy said softly, his eyes gazing headlong into hers.
"Y-yes . . . Mike . . . I wanted to tell you two things," she managed to stammer, her gaze locked to his as if by a magnet. She was in a near-stupor of sensuality now, her head dizzily spinning around, the physical impact of the nearness of his handsome young body nearly driving her wild with desire. "Mike . . . I . . . well, I'm going to be leaving-"
"Leaving?" he questioned, suddenly startled.
"Shhhhh . . . calm down . . . " she soothed, taking his one hand in between her two to comfort him. "Yes. In two weeks. I'm going-"
"But Miss Bixby-" he began to protest, confusion and panic sweeping over him.
"-to get married. You know that I've been engaged. Well, I'm leaving in two weeks to be married."
"Oh God," he moaned and Ellen could not help but feel a wave of sympathy for the obviously agonized young teenager. She squeezed his hand tighter between her own and felt a wrench in her stomach when she saw one tiny tear begin to trickle from the corner of his eye. Her heart went out to him. Her mind and soul were completely absorbed in his plight.
"Mike . . . now listen to me," she said with all the authority she could muster, which wasn't much. "I don't want you to go back to your old, arrogant ways. It means a great deal to me to see you succeed. It really does," she said softly, pulling his chin up from his chest with her slender, soft fingers so that she could look directly into his eyes. "I want you to make me very proud of you, Mike. I want you to graduate next year with honors-I want you to grow up to be a very important person!" And then she lowered her voice until it was barely a whisper. "Just as you are very important to me right now!"
Mike's eyes carefully measured the sensuous young blonde Guidance Counselor, as if he was searching for some secret confirmation of what she had just said to him. He focused first on her flushed, beautiful face, framed by the long flowing strands of her silky blonde hair, then slowly let his eyes travel the length of her lush, scantily clad body. When he looked up at last to meet her gaze, Ellen could see that his eyes were ablaze with the same irresistible desire that she felt quivering through her own loins. In that one moment, they each knew what she could not live without or deny any longer. She could feel his eyes burning into her flesh beneath her robe and she knew that before the evening was over, she would let this boy fuck her!
She stared heatedly into his eyes, feeling her consciousness sinking into the bottomless pools of his eyes. A strange, bittersweet urgency began to grow and swell in her sensitive loins and she could feel the slowly trickling seepage of her vaginal juices moistening the sensitive flesh of her warm inner thighs.
Before she knew what was happening, a low, hungry moan escaped from deep in her throat, breaking the absolute silence that had invaded the room.
As the soft, passionate moan echoed in the quiet of her mind, Ellen saw Mike studying her face as if gauging some secret facet of her sensual personality. Before she could really consider his intense interest in the secrets captured behind the deceptively serene beauty of her beautiful face, she heard his voice ring out commandingly
"You're beautiful. . . and I want you . . . and I'm going to have you!" With that, he wrapped his strong young arms around her helplessly aroused young body and drew her close to him. She felt herself begin to tremble with heatedly inspired excitement as his lips met her moist mouth. She felt his probing tongue insinuating itself between her sharp white teeth and she began to suck greedily at the spearing moist oral lance and she allowed him to pull her robe back off of her shoulders and down over her arms. She was trembling violently now from the excitement of the eighteen year old boy's fervent kiss as she sensed a sudden tightness in the ruby tips of her sensitive young breasts.
"Take it off, Ellen . . . take it off," he whispered passionately, tearing himself away from the passionately lingering kiss. He had used her first name . . . he had never done that before . . . and yet it didn't sound foreign or strange to the heatedly aroused young Guidance Counselor. Quite the contrary . . . it sounded as natural as could be! His eyes raked over the lush curves of her sumptuous young body as she slipped the robe off and sat before him stark naked and gently quivering with the intensity of her excitement.
"I'm going to fuck you, Ellen darling," he whispered then as he took in every lush curve of her ripe young body. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
Ellen looked into his passion-flushed young face and she knew that he no longer realized or cared that she was his Guidance Counselor, that she was over three years his elder, or that she was engaged to be married to another man. All he knew were the urgent passions of the moment and that she was the most voluptuous and desirable woman he had ever seen or known. His eyes were opaque with passion, locked on the full mounds of her nakedly heaving tits as her breath began to come in loud, ragged, panting spurts.
"Darling . . . let's go into the bedroom . . . so we can be comfortable," she whispered and moments later, hardly recalling how he had picked her up and carried her nakedly excited body, she found herself stretched out on the softness of the mattress.
"Yess . . . Mike . . . fuck me . . . fuck me good," she begged. Her own nakedness and the forbidden aura of her situation sent tiny wisps of delicious pleasure rippling through her belly, exciting her as she had never been excited before. Looking up, she saw the tall, muscular youth struggling to be free of his clothing, tearing at his shirt and trousers, his vision still greedily glued to the sight of her nakedness sprawled out on the soft white sheets of her own double bed. The thought that she'd soon be in bed with this teenage Adonis, thrashing in unleashed savage ecstasy under his rampantly pulsing prick added sparks of devouring flames to her already burning arousal.
"Mike . . . you're so handsome . . . so . . . virile and . . . oh Miike!" she couldn't help but cry in the growing ferment of her passion.
She knelt up on the bed now, impatient to begin their mutual journey to ecstasy. She could feel her cunt swelling and throbbing in anticipation of the thickly swollen cock that would soon invade her sizzling sanctuary!
Mike's hands reached out and began running over the soft contours of her naked flesh, his coarse, calloused palms stroking gently over the smooth alabaster whiteness of her skin. She knelt still, her arms clamped to her sides although she desperately wanted to reach out and grasp the swelling rod of his teenage flesh that stood so provocatively from his pale forested loins. Quivers of divine pleasure ran through her body as his eyes devoured every luscious inch of her. And then, grasping one full ripe breast, he pulled it down to his flushed face and covered the tiny throbbing pink nipple with his own warm moist lips, sucking it deep into his wet mouth. Ellen gasped and swayed as she knelt before him, almost falling forward.
"Oh God . . . yes. . . suck my titties . . . do it all to me . . . and fuck me, Mike darling . . . soon . . . fuck me good, my wonderful young lover!"
"Soon . . . soon," he whispered fervently. Grasping her elbows, he pulled her forward and spread his thighs wide around her naked form. She felt his hand gently entwine in her hair then, pushing her head towards the nakedness of his loins where his enormously bloated pole of teenage flesh rose before her eyes from its pale nest of pubic hair. She knew what he wanted her to do. . . and she wanted to, too! She had sucked his cock once before on that fateful afternoon two months ago, and she would gratefully suck it dry again!
Still, the moist channel of her pussy ached, almost crying to be fulfilled with the huge throbbing cock that was now about to enter her mouth. She wanted it storming into the simmering furnace of her cunt. . . and at the same time, she wanted to taste its bittersweet pungency in her warm moist mouth. She determined to have the latter first. . . and then to glorious revel in the pleasures of the former! She would suck him until he was just about to cum . . . and then . . .
She felt him rubbing the smooth hardness of his cockhead against her lips and, as his hips jerked forward, she welcomingly opened her mouth to receive the massively burgeoned cock that slipped heatedly past her lips. She could feel it slither up the full length of her mouth, depressing her tongue and filling her cheeks completely with its thick, pulsing hardness. Holding her beautiful face tightly between his sweating palms, the teenager began to fuck into her mouth, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing speed and ferocity. Ellen felt as if she would gag for a moment as he slammed it down the narrow passage of her throat, but within moments had accustomed herself to the magnificent invasion of her soft-walled mouth. Struggling for breath, seething with a wild, animalistic excitement, she gasped hungrily for air on each out-stroke.
"Yes . . . Ellen, baby . . . suck it. . . ooohhh . . . suck it good, baby . . . aaarrrnnnggghhh!" she heard him groan above her. His words only served to arouse her further and she sucked hungrily as the passion-driven rod of lust-stiffened flesh buried itself deep in the warm moist cavern of her eagerly sucking mouth.
God, it tasted so good!
Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped from the tiny glans at the end of his cock, the sharp pungent taste and odor only increasing the avidly burning passions of her desire. She closed her eyes and savored each moment that the thickly pulsing shaft of rampantly excited teenage flesh plunged in and out of her tightly ovaled young lips! She felt as though she was losing consciousness as she sucked, gluttonously and greedily at the turgid shaft of stiffened flesh while all the time her own feverishly excited cunt yearned for the fulfillment of that pleasure-packed instrument. Soon . . . soon she would release that glorious organ from her mouth and then it would slide up into the hungrily clasping confines of her sizzling young cunt. . .
"Ummm, good . . . harder . . . suck harder . . . oh, that's it. . . harder . . . oh, aaaa nnnn rrrr nnnn gggg hhhhh! the boy hissed from above, his voice husky and breathless with passion. As he spoke, he pulled her head harder onto his rampaging prick as it hammered into the back of her throat. God, it felt so good to have this gorgeous older woman sucking on the tumid length of his cock! He had gotten Lila to suck his cock once or twice, but the pleasure he had felt then was nothing compared to the divine ecstasy he was feeling right now. And Lila was only a girl, after all-Ellen Bixby was a woman, all woman, a real woman if ever he had seen one! It wasn't that his luscious blonde now sucking on his cock was . . . well, more ripe and full developed! And therefore infinitely more succulent!
The lust-crazed youth was watching his passion-crazed blonde Guidance Counselor, his face contorted with the fervently burning passions of his own arousal. Holding the sides of her head (not that she needed encouragement), he forced her lips even more urgently downward, even closer to the base of his cock, until his wiry pubic hair tickled her pert little nose! A thundering roar beat through his brain-he was going to cum! Damn! He had wanted to fuck her before his orgasm! But it was too late now! He would just have to save her cunt for another ride!
Pressing his strong young fingers into her cheeks to make the warm moist cavern of her mouth even tighter around his rampaging prick, he crammed his pulsing, lust-thickened shaft deep into her face and lunged powerfully forward. His massively swollen instrument throbbed painfully and the ache in his balls was almost more than he could bear. He could feel his thickly palpitating prick expanding in the channel between the softness of her tongue and the firm slippery roof of her avidly sucking mouth as he speared into her with long, powerful strokes until it felt as if a million volts of jolting electricity were shooting through his lust-fevered young body.
"Aaarrruuuggghhh . . . gonna cum . . . can't help . . . . gonna cum . . . cummming. . . aaa eee ooo iii . . . " the eighteen year old boy wailed in the exquisite delirium of his passion. A second later, Ellen heard yet another scream rip from the handsome teenager's throat and his hot milky fluid began to gush like an exploding volcano into the warmly sucking confines of her mouth. Her throat tightened spasmodically as she swallowed in desperate gulps. Oh, it tasted so good! If it wasn't for the screaming, steaming desire raging in her cunt she would be totally lost to the pungent glory of his scalding white-hot load that now bloated her cheeks and overflowed in trickling streams down her chin. His strong young hands gripped her head until he emptied himself completely into her sperm-filled mouth. Then, exhausted, he released her head as he fell backwards on the bed.
As she looked down, Ellen once more appreciated the fine lithe lines of his youthful body. Small sprinklings of fair hair were just sprouting on his chest and chin . . . little pale fuzz of hair decorated the lengths of his arms . . . and his cock, now deflated and limp against his thigh . . .
She had to have it in her cunt! She had to have that teenage cock once again swollen with the fire of his lust and storming into the unsatisfied depths of her prick-hungry loins! God, she would die if he left her as unfulfilled as Fletch so often had! No, she wouldn't stand for it! She, too, would have the blissful release of her orgasm before this evening was over!
CHAPTER NINE
Mike Easterbrook lay on the bed of his voluptuous blonde Guidance Counselor, exhausted but still glowing with the warmth of his extinguished passions. Soon, he felt his youthful fires rekindling under the gentle manipulation of Ellen's expertly stroking fingers. He felt again a surge of omnipotent power as her had stimulated his once limp organ towards throbbing erection, knowing that she wanted him desperately, knowing that her passions were no", crazed beyond control-and all because of the turgid length of tumid flesh she was now so lovingly stroking! He was still resolved to fuck her as she had never been fucked before, to send her away from Los Angeles with a sexual memory she wouldn't soon forget!
A few final droplets of seminal fluid still oozed from his satiated prick yet already Ellen could discern a fresh hardening in his groin, a fresh churning within his slowly inflating young balls. She watched, fascinated, pleased, as his jerking cock crawled slowly up the inside of his muscular thigh, rising like an obedient puppy to the wonderful stroking of her hand. She heard his breath catching in his throat and she smiled. Her fingers instinctively slipped down to his distending young testicles, fondling them with a light, feathery teasing motion until his bloated shaft of teenage flesh strained rigidly towards her anxiously hovering face.
"Ummmm . . . what a big, beautiful cock you have, Mike my darling," she whispered in a sultry, husky voice. "And how good it's going to feel inside my cunt!"
Mike smiled knowingly at her passion-flushed face, aware that she would soon be writhing and screaming in uncontrolled ecstasy beneath, and proud of his prowess and power over her.
"You want my cock, don't you, Ellen baby?" He grinned up at the sumptuous older blonde. "Okay . . . I promised you a fuck you would never forget-and I never go back on my promises! Especially not with a woman as beautiful as you are!"
His hands reached out and began to roll her over onto her back.
"Oh yes, Mike my beautiful young darling! I want your cock in my cunt-hurry!" she gasped, her mouth suddenly dry with the fervor of her excitement. Smiling happily, she stretched out on her bed beside her naked teenage lover, spreading her legs in delicious anticipation, thinking of the gloriously exquisite pleasure that was sure to fill her welcoming pussy in just a few moments!
Mike held himself back for a moment, savoring his power, torturing them both in expectation of the moment when he would shove his long thick cock between the full-blown white moons of her proud little ass. He wanted nothing more in the world, now that she would be leaving him, to see her writhing and thrashing beneath the conquest of his jack-hammering prick as it plunged deep into her-yes, into her asshole! He had never fucked anyone before in the ass . . . and he had promised her a fuck she would never forget! Yes, that's exactly what he would do! He would really give the luscious blonde something to remember him by! Christ, she wouldn't forget this fuck if she lived to be a thousand!
He was surprised at the unexpected tenderness he had felt towards her for the past month or two. He had never felt that way about anyone before, not even Lila. It was somehow strangely exhilarating to be fucking a woman he felt some surge of tenderness towards . . . it was a new feeling for Mike Easterbrook, and one that he liked. And it seemed to give him that strange and awesome power over her . . . because he knew she felt the same tenderness and gentle regard for him!
Ellen was lying back on the bed, her mouth lolling open in the dazed rapture of her sublime anticipation. She saw his head descending and then his tongue flicked out to tease and titillate her navel, then traced a hot wet path down the soft flat skin of her belly until his face was just a few scant inches from the wispy tendrils of her golden pubic hair that bordered the hotly moist ridges of her quivering young pussy. She could feel his warm, moist breath beating down on the naked hair-lined flanges of her sizzling cunt as his fingers gently pressed apart the softly glistening folds, exposing her hardened and sensitive clitoris to the cool air and bringing it to an even more tautly distended erection. A slight moisture glistened on her coral-hued pussy lips as he pulled the soft pink cleft completely and deliciously open to his gaze. Suddenly, his long tongue speared out and buried itself in the exposed slit with a wet, sucking sound.
The voluptuous blonde's immediate reaction was to arch her hips up off the bed as if to meet his lingual assault with the full wide-splayed plane of her fragrantly seeping pussy. A gasping cry of pleasure escaped from her lips and she felt a whole new series of lewdly exciting sensations tingling along the naked flesh of her heatedly aroused young body. Tangling her fingers in the boy's fair hair, she swiveled her pelvis in pulsating rhythm with the warmly probing shaft of his tongue as it slithered into her glistening, moistened slit.
"Oh God . . . oh Mike . . . oooo hhhh . . . nnnrrruuu-Hgghhh . . . lick me up . . . lick it all up . . . ooo ooo hhh hhh . . . don't stop . . . don't ever stop . . . " Already the feverishly excited blonde could feel the umistakable pressures of her orgasm beginning to build and burn like wildfire in her loins and all rational thought left her completely. She heaved her pelvis madly up against the boy's face, sending his flicking tongue even deeper into the fiery furnace of her blazing young cunt. She could feel his mouth and tongue working frantically, sucking and licking crazily from the oily marble of her clitoris to the tightly puckered hole of her anus. Then his pointed tongue slowly rounded the tightly constricted opening and probed gently at the light puckered ring of flesh.
His last action confused her, but the fires of her passion blazed on and overwhelmed the dizzying swirl of crazed and crazy emotions in her mind. And then, before she knew what was happening, she heard him whispering, "Turn over, little woman," as he placed his hands on her hips and began to roll her naked body over onto her stomach.
But before she could say another word or protest too vigorously, she caught sight of his hard length of virile, throbbing teenage flesh and that sight seemed to wipe out every fear or apprehension she had ever entertained. She reached out to fondle it, and as her fingers smoothed over the enormously swollen organ, she knew that she wanted it inside her with a desperation she had never known before. Anywhere, anyhow, she had to have it inside her!
Yes, she wanted him to skewer her with every last inch of the wonderfully palpitating instrument, and the very idea that he wanted to shove it into her ass seemed to send even more devouring flames of rampant desire crashing through her naked body. It was as if her mind had blocked out all thoughts of conscience, all thoughts of what she had always been taught was right or wrong. Nothing was right any longer except the massively bloated pole of his rigidly throbbing flesh! And she had to have it, any way he wanted to give it to her!
A tremor of slight reluctance passed through her at the thought of the sodomizing fucking that lay before her, but it passed quickly away as the heat of her passion overwhelmed any protests her mind might have made. She twisted her body around and pulled up onto her knees, raising her softly resilient buttocks in the air, high up, and waited in that obscene position. Then, she sighed contentedly as she felt him move in behind her to rub his tumid prick into the soft, yielding crease of her buttocks.
"Mike . . . oh Mike . . . hurry . . . fuck me . . . make cum, darling, make me cum," she cried in the delirium of her outrageous passion.
Grasping her ankles, he spread her willing legs further and further apart, then pulled open the satiny orbs of her ass until he could clearly see the tight hairless hole nestling teasingly down at the end of that lovely little crevice.
Gone were all thoughts of Fletch. Gone were all thoughts of decency and moral rectitude. All that Ellen wanted now was to feel his belly-lunging cock skewering up into her and she cried out in the fury of her newly unleashed passions.
"Darling. . . hurry!" She was not afraid of pain, she was not afraid of being ripped and stretched. She needed his thickly pulsing cock more than she had ever needed anything in her whole life!
Before she knew what was happening, two fingers had slowly slithered into her tight nether passage, easily sliding in and rotating around so as to stretch that hotly clasping passage in preparation for the ultimate penetration of his massively swollen cock. She moaned desperately and felt the fires growing hotter and hotter within her cock-starved loins, grinding her face into the pillow before her. The boy didn't hesitate for an instant, screwing his two fingers into the deep, rubbery channel, savagely drilling in and out of her warm velvety passage and feeling waves of prurient satisfaction already growing within his own lust-fevered loins.
And then, Ellen felt a new jolting wave of pleasure course through her as his other hand found the tiny nodule of her quivering clitoris, teasing and titillating that sensitive little organ until she thought she would die of the excruciating agony of her pleasure. She began to pant and mewl crazily as the two fingers worked around and around, deep in her widestretched rectum. With lust-inspired abandon, she writhed and squirmed beneath his ass-stretching probes and finally whimpered out the mad passion that had captivated her very soul.
"Yes, Mike . . . fuck me . . . in the ass! Do it! Do it now . . . oh God, hurry . . . I can't stand it much longer!"
And so he did. Prying the soft cheeks of her sumptuous ass apart once again, he let his eyes roam triumphantly over her tortured face as she stared back at him, naked pleading glowing in her blazing blue eyes. He felt her reach back under her own body and hungrily stroke at the hairy testicles that dangled pendulously between his thighs.
That was all the inspiration he needed. She could feel the rampantly pulsing head of his cock pushing against the cringing mouth of her anus, and she felt a sudden pressure as it popped through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle. "Oooooohhhhhh . . . easy . . . slow . . . not too fast. . . uuuummmmmm . . . " she cried as the boy held her hips in place with his hands and slowly began to slide teasingly forward.
"Okay . . . but you've gotta shove back," he groaned, feeling the heated pressure of his own cum churning demandingly within his balls. He couldn't prolong this agonized pleasure much longer. In another minute, in spite of his good intentions, he would shove brutally into her without being able to help himself! As he pushed forward, he let his eyes feast on the sight of her full-rounded white ass-cheeks swaying before him as his enormously expanded prick slithered in between those lush orbs. He heard her moan in the throes of a strange new pleasure that was beginning to tingle in her belly as he forced yet another inch of his bloated prick into the wide-stretched opening between her quivering ass-moons. His prick felt like solid steel and his balls were heavy with the juices of his lust as he relished his ass-fucking of this beautiful blonde Guidance Counselor.
"Good . . . Ellen, good . . . keep pushing back . . . aa-aaaannnnnngggghhhhhh!"
And then, with a loud, smacking noise, she heard and felt his hips banging against the softness of her twin lush buttocks and the wonderful instrument of pleasure was at last buried to its hilt in her accepting young anus!
Tears of joy and of a new breed of divine rapture spilled down her cheeks as the muscular youth, gasping in delight, began to piston in and out of her tight-stretched passage with all the vigor and power of his eighteen years! He rammed into her with great long thrusts, his enormous, pendulously heavy balls buffeting against her tight straining cunt. And it felt good. Unexpectedly good to the lust-crazed young blonde, better than she would ever have imagined it could feel.
"Oh Mike . . . ooooohhhhh . . . fuck me . . . fuck it to me . . . hard . . . good and hard . . . oooooohhhhhh yes-ssss . . . aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!"
Now Ellen Bixby ground her hips back to meet every forward thrust of his deeply impaling young cock, swinging her hips in tiny rotating motions to pull the lust-hardened prick as far into her heatedly clasping rectum as she could. It seemed to set her entire rear passage on fire with its blazing hot-rod entry, igniting sparks of divine passion in every nerve fiber of her being. Her head thrashed from side to side in unadulterated and prurient passion. She was loving it! She bucked back against him, hungrily sucking in every last inch of his passion-pistoning cock, crying out in one continuous mewling moan the sweet glorious agony of her divine ecstasy!
Oh God, it was almost too good to be true!
Sweat rolled off the boy's face and rippled in tiny streams down onto Ellen's back. His eyes bulged wide at the gorgeous spectacle of her voluptuous young body bucking with such wildly abandoned passion before him as he felt the tight rubbery passage of her ass slipping back and forth over the elongated pole of his lust-stiffened prick. He had lost complete control of himself now, and his already burgeoned member swelled in her rectum like a helium balloon!
Ellen was also lost in the glorious throes of her exquisite ecstasy, waving her ass back against his bludgeoning, ass-filling thrusts. God, how she wanted him to cum, to shoot his great boiling streams of scalding white fluid deep into her cum-hungry belly! She wanted to be filled by him as she had never been filled before, filled to overflowing with his warmly jetting sperm! Her ass swayed provocatively high in the air, and she ground back with all her strength as she felt the enormously pulsing cock throbbing into torturous hardness within the deep dark channel of her rectum.
And then, her desire was fulfilled!
She heard a low, strangled gasp behind her. And then she felt his great throbbing organ bursting within her as he gave one last powerful shove that sent wave after wave of glorious rapture coursing within her. His cum erupted and flowed in jetting, spurting streams within her madly sucking anus, filling her with his warm juices that automatically triggered her own burst of divine rapture.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh! God! I'm cumming too!" she cried, unable to resist voicing all the glory that was exploding within her naked young body. She felt the tremors of her climax sweep excruciatingly through her and she felt her own cumming juices flooding from her convulsing cunt like a river overflowing its banks. The orgasmic fluids were trickling down her thighs and covering his emptying balls and dripping onto the bedsheets when at last the youth behind her groaned in exhaustion and collapsed.
She followed his example.
It was hours later when the boy slowly slid off the bed and began to silently put on his clothing. Once or twice he glanced back at the voluptuous blonde who had been the cause of more sublime pleasure than he had ever imagined possible. He had kept his promise to himself. This was one fuck she wouldn't forget as long as she lived. But there was one unexpected result as well: it was also one fuck he wouldn't forget as long as he lived!
She heard him close the door behind him and Ellen Bixby smiled contentedly, curling up in bed and dreaming of the many days and nights yet to come before she had to leave Los Angeles---
CHAPTER TEN
As Ellen closed up the last of her suitcases, she paused to survey the now sterile-looking apartment where she had spent the last two and one half months of her life. And what months they had been! Especially the last couple of weeks! The apartment had sprung to life with various ornamentations she had used for decoration and now that it was stripped of these, it suddenly appeared very barren and dry, like a desert. Scenes flickered through her mind of the many nights she had passed here, first with Fletch . . . and then with
Mike!
Ah, Mike Easterbrook! Ellen was unquestionably sorry to leave the darling boy who had taught her so much about life and sex and the wondrous carnal delights to be enjoyed between men and women! Of course, he was only eighteen years old and he had a lot to learn yet. But still, the past two weeks had shown them both very clearly where their tastes lay in the opposite sex.
Mike, for example, had told her that he would probably always prefer older woman from now on, even though Ellen wasn't exactly "older", being only three years his senior. But, still, he had said, shaking his cock at her almost as if it were a fist, he realized now that teenage girls simply didn't have . . . what did he call it? . . . something very mature-sounding . . . oh yes! Young girls simply didn't have "the breadth and scope of experience" that were to be found in older women! And why, he had asked teasingly one night as they both lay naked side by side together, should he settle for less than the very best?
They had laughed a lot together during the past couple of weeks and Ellen was glad that the boy was no longer traumatized by her leaving. He had been very sullen and sulky for the first few days after she had broken the news to him, but after a time he came to realize what she had realized that first night after he had sodomized her so gloriously. And that was that they could never be together, not really, not as any normal couple could. He had accepted that, and had finally come to believe it, and so, although he was sorry to see her go, he knew that what she had taught him would always be with him.
Ellen closed the door behind her now and set her mind to Fletch. She knew, of course, that it might be some time before she could tell him about her newly discovered taste for teenage boys. And she knew that in time he would come to understand that it was no slight against him-she could enjoy every pleasure Fletch had to offer her and enjoy the sexual favors of youthful teenagers as well. The two options, as far as she could see, were not mutually exclusive! She loved Fletch with all her heart and she was altogether certain that she could make him understand that her own sexual needs were far deeper than she had ever before realized.
Maybe . . . yes . . . what an idea! She would be working as Guidance Counselor in the exclusive boys' school where Fletch had already found her a position . . . she could invite some of her students over for a little party sometime . . . and then suggest that they bring along some girl friends for Fletch! Then he would be able to learn from first-hand experience exactly what she was talking about! Ummmmm . . . what an intriguing idea!
"Are you ready?" Mike's cheerful voice interrupted her reverie as he playfully slapped her sumptuous rounded ass-cheeks snuggled so provocatively beneath the tight-fitting skirt she had chosen for her journey.
"Yes, darling. And I want to thank you again for driving me to the airport. I don't know what I'd do without you!" she smiled, letting her lush red lips teasingly graze across his warm moist lips as he picked up her suitcase.
"I know what you'd do," he teased, smiling lecherously. "You'd go into the bathroom . . . and close the door so nobody could see you . . . and then you'd let your own fingers do what mine have been doing for."
"Never mind, you wicked boy!" she cried in mock horror, already feeling the warm juices of her arousal beginning to seep wetly down onto the crotch band of her panties. All she had to do lately was to look at his virile young form . . . "Just get me to the plane on time!"
"You know, there is another flight leaving an hour later . . . Ellen?"
With silent mental apologies to Fletch, Ellen smiled, unlatched her apartment door and pulled Mike in after her. "All right.. . but I mustn't miss that one . . . so let's be quick about it!"
Once back inside the door, she took only her panties off and bent over the arm of the easy chair. And he worked his cock in and out of her from behind. He looked down and watched it sliding in and out, time and again sliding it in, as if trying to choke her with it, fill her to bursting with it. Again and again both his tool and his on-fire mind went down into the great cavern of sex, listening to the sucking sounds of her body as it took its full length. Ellen could see what was happening back there, but could she ewer feel it all! She had to have everything he could give. She was visualizing the moment he would come, flooding her insides, the creamy juice pouring out of him, into her. Just her imagination working on it made Ellen want to scream with the thrill. The slickness of his flesh against her smooth buttocks.
"Ahhhhh!" came her womanly cry.
He felt the wonderful tremors of her beautiful body. Her face was full of tears of joy when she turned her head to look back at him. He grinned a gritted teeth kind of grin And let his body burst free.
