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              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer
              Part 16.

   I looked at her, astonished. "You mean you and Phil....."
   Her face went red with anger at me. "HELL NO! What do you think we are?"
   "Yeah," Phil jumped in, "what are you....sick?"
   They took me home. Everyone was asleep. I looked in my sister's room on
my way to bed. She was sleeping soundly. I had the crazy idea of going to her
bed and feeling her pussy while she was asleep.
   I shook that idiotic thought from my mind and went to my room to jack off
(thinking about Ellen) and sleep.

  The next day, at school, I was horny as a goat. All the girls just seemed
to look terrific and I fantasized about fucking all of them or eating their
pussies. I couldn't wait to get home to
relieve my sexual desire with Ellen.
   When I got home, Ellen was already there. Her chubby friend Kathy was with
her and they were working on some class project. I sat in the living room and
watched them work at the dining room table.
   Ellen was wearing a short skirt that really enhanced her young figure. Her
top buttoned and she had one too many unbuttoned so I could see flashes of her
white bra when she bent over the table to point something out to Kathy.
   Looking at her was driving me mad.
   Why did she have to have KATHY here? Why couldn't we be alone?  After a
time, Ellen went into the kitchen to get a snack for her and her friend. I
jumped up and followed her in.
   I walked up behind her, as she looked in the cupboard, and put my arms
around her so that my hands were on her breasts and I pushed my hard-on against
the crack of her ass.
   "What are you doing?" she said in a testy voice and she pulled my hands
from her.
   "I want you," I said to her as she turned to face me.
   "Are you CRAZY?" she said, her eyes wide with a look of disgust.
   "What do you mean?" I asked, angry now that she implied that I was nuts.
   "Kathy's here," she said, "and besides... I don't want to do that kind of
dirty thing anymore."
   I was totally baffled now. I looked it, too.
   Ellen walked away from me, to the refrigerator. She took out some sandwich
meat and mustard. I watched her make two sandwiches but all the while I stared
at her cleavage (between the part of her blouse). She noticed me and looked
down at her chest. She made a grunt of disapproval and buttoned the top two
buttons. 
   "Is that ALL you ever think about?" she asked, with a tone of disdain.
   "I'm HORNY!" I pleaded at her.
   Ellen made a face and gestured for me to quiet down. "Go jack off then,"
she said in a bitchy voice, and then she took the food out to Kathy.
   Damn her! I thought, as I stood alone now in the kitchen. I was really
getting pissed because she was coming on with such an attitude and making me
feel like some kind of a sicko (which, I
guess, I was!)
   I stormed up to my room and turned the stereo up loud, to try and drown my
horniness and my shame with the music, but it didn't work. I really needed to
get a nut off. That would relieve this damnable urge. I lay on the bed and
whipped it out, jacking it with urgency. But the damned thing didn't want my
hand, it wanted pussy. Real pussy! Pussy that I should be able to have because
she was just downstairs! But all I had was my hand and it wasn't enough. I
needed more to be able to "get off."
   I got up and went into the bathroom, looking for my sister's panties. I
figured that if I could just smell her pussy again (while I jacked off), that
would be enough.
   There were no panties there, though.
   Now I ran downstairs to the basement and the laundry hamper. I tore
through the dirty clothes, tossing them on the floor, looking for what I needed.
I found not one, but three pairs of panties, all with nice pussy deposits in the
crotches. I was going to sniff each to select the spiciest pair but then I
suddenly had a terrible thought: Were all of these Ellen's? Or was one of them
Mom's?
   God, I didn't want to smell the old lady's underpants!
   I looked for the labels, inside the silky garments, to see what the sizes
were.


              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer
              Part 17.


  They were all size 5. Did that mean Mom or Ellen? Shit!
  With no panties to smell I just left the house and took a long run to try
and exercise away my craving.
   That night, I watched Ellen closely as she ate dinner across from me. Damn
she looked good. That long, blond hair. Those full, pouty lips of hers. The
twin swells of her breasts in her blouse. She didn't seem to be looking over at
me at all. She was just talking about school and her friends with Mom and Dad. 
   Was she serious, this afternoon, when she had said that she didn't want to
have sex anymore? I couldn't believe that. Not after as far as we had gone
with each other. I knew that I could talk her into screwing again if I could
just get her alone.
   "Ellie," I asked, "would you like to go to a movie, with me, tonight?" I
figured that I could stop and fuck her, in the back seat of my car, on the way
home.
   She looked at me with a non-committal face. "Thanks Danny, but Kathy's
coming back to help me finish my project."
   Shit! Did she smile a little after she refused? Did she know what I
wanted?
   "That's sweet, Danny," Mom said, "taking your sister to a movie. You never
asked her before."
   I looked quickly down at my plate. I didn't want Mom or Dad to EVER
imagine what was going on. "Oh, I just didn't want to go alone...."
   Suddenly an idea hit me. I looked over at Mom. "Hey, how would you and
Dad like to go to a show? My treat!" That would get them out of the house and
leave me alone with Ellen.
   "Oh, that's nice of you to offer, son," Dad said, "but I'm bushed. I think
I'll hit the hay early tonight."
   And everybody stayed home.
   Kathy came back over and she and my sister worked on school shit until
eleven when Kathy had to go home. Being late, Kathy asked me to drive her,
which I did. When I got back home, the lights were out and Ellen had gone to
bed.
   What a bitch!
   I lay in my room, jittery from horniness and jostled and turned until I
finally fell asleep.

   When I awoke I felt something strange in the darkness. I looked at the
clock: it was well after midnight. I rolled on my side and was surprised to see
two wide eyes staring at me and the smell of sweet breath in my face. It was
Ellen!
   I put my hands on her, under the blankets. She was completely naked.
   "What are you doing in here?"
   "I want some sex," she whispered, "don't you?"
   "What if we're caught?"
   "Mom and Dad are sleeping. I checked before I came in here."
   God, she pissed me off! Why didn't she do it with me, when I wanted it,
earlier?
   "What makes you think I want it now?" I asked.
   She reached into my shorts and squeezed my dick. It jumped to rock-hard
life.
   "Are you kidding?" she whispered.
   Damn her! She really had a power over me that I could not control.
   She pulled the blankets off of us and I could see her beautiful, budding
body in the moonlight from the bedroom window. Her tits were so firm and stood
out from her chest and her large nipples were softly erect. As she leaned over
and coaxed my shorts off, her soft, blond hair tickled my chest.
   "Really Sis," I whispered, "I'm tired and you had your chance this
afternoon...."
   She moved her warm, naked body to me and pushed her soft lips to mine,
holding my stiff, exposed dick in her diminutive hand and squeezing it.
   It was more than ready.
   "Stop talking," she whispered, "I want to fuck!"
   She got to her knees and then she straddled my prone body so that her pussy
was over my loins. I looked down and I could see the open cleft at her fuzzy
crotch. She reached under her, to my dick, and steered it as she lowered
herself down. The sensitive head (of my cock) felt the hot, wet contact of her
pussy and started bucking already. It was thrilling as she slowly settled on
it, taking it in to her carefully because of her extreme tightness. When she
was fully on me, and our pubic bones were meshed, I could feel the roof of her
insides pressing on my dick-head. It was wonderful!
   I ran my hands up and down the sides of her soft, curvy body as she sat
still on me, her face showing a curious grimace. 

Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer
              Part 18.



 "Are you alright?" I asked.
 "God, you're so BIG," she quietly squealed, as she sat there, with her eyes
closed, waiting to get used to me. I reached up and grasped her warm breasts,
squeezing lightly. I couldn't keep
myself from pushing my shaft up, into her, from the bed. Man, my little sister
felt so good! Just being inside her again was ecstasy!
 Then she put her hands on my shoulders, as she leaned over me, and Ellen
started to slowly screw herself on my cock.
 It was heaven! I strained up with my head and took one of her nipples into my
mouth. It was thumb-tip sized and soft and tasted slightly salty. I began to
suck on it as she fucked me, still
squeezing her other firm, breast in my hand.
 "Oh yes!" she whispered, "that feels so good! Suck on it, Danny!"
 After only a few moments, I was ready to spurt! I pulled my mouth from her
tit and pulled her upper body down, motionless, on top of me.
 "Stop or I'll cum in you," I urgently whispered.
 "Okay," she panted in my ear, "let's just lay and feel each other until your
cum feeling goes away."
 God! It was harder to be motionless, inside of her, than it sounded. I
hugged her soft, slim body tightly to me for a time, feeling her chest heaving
with her excited breathing and her
fragrant hair on my face and her hot pussy clasping at my sensitive, rigid cock.
 After at time, my feeling of orgasm subsided a little and I started to thrust
my cock up into her again to show her that I was ready. Ellen got up on her
arms and she began to fuck me some
more, churning her pubic bone on mine as my cock pressed deeply into her hot,
restrictive belly.
 The smell of her sex filled my nostrils as I looked down and watched her curvy
hips working in a fuck motion. I could hear the squishy sound of her pussy now,
as she worked it on me. I
could also see, at her flat lower stomach, her little, ash-blonde pubic patch
meshing, in sexual intercourse, with my, brillo-like, black hair. God! The
sight made me want to boil over with cum again and I quickly pulled her back
down and held her body motionless, against me, once more.
 "Oh, I was so close!" she breathlessly cried in my ear.
 "God you feel so good, Ellie! I can hardly stand it! You're going to make me
cum in you if you don't stop!" 
  My sister cried noises of frustration on top of me and began to kiss my ear
and my neck and my chin and my cheeks as I lay under her and tried to calm
myself down.
  "Make me cum," she breathlessly whispered between her kisses. "I want to cum,
Danny. I need to cum. I want to feel what it's like to cum with you inside
me."
  Ellen tried to work her pussy on my sensation receptive cock but I quickly
grabbed her round, baby-soft ass and held it firmly to keep her from pushing me
over the edge. We lay for a time more, holding our naked bodies tightly
together and panting into each others' ears. We were becoming slick with sexual
heat and perspiration as we clung to one another in the darkened room. 
  "Okay," I finally whispered, as I realized that I had calmed down a little
bit. "But go slow, Ellie."
  Ellen grabbed my shoulders tightly and pushed her upper body back up over me.
I could see her eyes close and her face take on a determined, dreamy expression
as she started to resume her fucking motion on me. I again took her sweaty
breast into my mouth and sucked its large, hard nipple as I grasped the curves
of her hips and felt the urgency of her quickening fuck movements. I tried,
with all of my might, not to even think about cumming as she strongly gyrated
her sexy little body on me. 
  Ellen bent her head down to my ear and whispered, "I'm almost there, Danny.
I want you to kiss me, real hard, while I cum." 
  I moved my mouth to find hers and, as our tongues entwined, I felt her body
suddenly go rigid. She started to moan into my face, through her nose, and her
lips clamped tighter on mine and
she began to suck my mouth violently. I could feel her pussy spasm and it
started to squeeze my dick with a velvety wet clamp as she ground her little
pussy, fast and hard, on my dick bone.
  It took all the strength I had to keep myself from erupting into her. I
strained against my approaching orgasm and I pushed my cock up into her and
waited until she had fully climaxed and, at the first hint of her relaxing, I
pulled her back down on top of me and held her tightly.

Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer
              Part 19.


  She pulled her mouth away from mine and said, "Oh, God!" And then she
pulled her lower body up so that my swollen dick pulled out of her with a loud,
wet, suction sound. "Oh God, Danny," she repeated, breathlessly. "It's so
sensitive now. I can't have it inside me anymore."
  "What?" I asked in her ear.
  She lay herself back down on me so that her fuzzy pubic mound rested on my
throbbing cock. "I'm tingling all over, Danny. I think I'm still cumming!
Ohhhh! It was wonderful," she cooed in my ear, "but my pussy just tickles too
much now to have you in me anymore."
  "But what about me? How do I get off?"
  She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'll work it out of you with
my hand again."
  Well, I reasoned, I really didn't want to take the chance of cumming in
her.... I was so horny now that anything would feel good. But, in my hormonal
rage, an idea came to me.
  "Ellie," I asked, "do you think you could put it in your mouth?"
  "What?"
  "You know...."
  "Blow you?" She sounded irate and she lifted her head from my shoulder and
looked directly at me. "I'm not going to blow you, Danny!"
  "God, Ellie! I licked your pussy!"
  "Yeah, but you like it!"
  "No I don't," I lied, "I did it for YOU. So you would get pleasure.
Couldn't you do the same for me?"
  She was quiet for a while and she bent her head so that her forehead was
touching my collar bone. I wondered what was going through her mind.
  "Well, okay," she said reluctantly, "but don't you dare cum in my mouth!"
  "Oh, never!" I said.
  Ellen sat up and leaned over and suddenly the room was full of light. She
had turned on the lamp.
  "What?"
  "I want to see it," she said, as she moved to sit, cross legged, next to my
thighs, "I want to see it when you cum."
  "Yeah, sure."
  I looked down at her pretzeled little body as she leaned over my dick and
held it in her hand.      She gazed at it, pasty with her drying moisture,
for long moments. "It smells like pussy," she
observed, crinkling her nose. "Shouldn't you go clean it?"
  "No," I assured her, "it's YOUR pussy!"
  She shrugged and dropped her tongue to the tip of it. The warm, wet contact
made me shiver.
  "This is so nasty," she whispered, looking at me over the top of my dick and
grinning in pained embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm doing this." But then
she put the head between her lips and softly sucked on it.
  Son of a bitch it was spectacular! My cock just thrilled from it.
  She pulled her face back a little and now seemed to be minutely examining my
shaft and my balls for a few moments. A drop of excited pre-cum appeared out of
the opening of my dick as she held it firmly in her hand.
   She turned her head to me, pulling her hair over so that I could see her
pretty face. Then my little sister started to jerk me off, leaning down to just
lick or kiss the head every so often.
  "Put it in your mouth," I softly instructed.
   Ellen made a sour face but she bent over and put the head between her lips
again, sucking now as she jacked me. She scraped me with her teeth a couple of
times (at first) but, as she got used to what she was doing, I could sense that
she was becoming interested in how to please me and that she was actually
getting into it herself.
   Her eyes closed (the way they did when she was kissing) and her sucking and
jacking soon began to feel deliciously sensual and wondrous. After a time, she
started to slowly lick my cock, from the base to the tip, with long, wet tongue
strokes, as she gripped my shaft and squeezed it. The sensations made me
whimper and lift my ass from the bed.
  "Does this feel good?" she asked, smiling coyly as she looked up my body at
me.


              Ellen
               by
           Emerson Laken-Palmer
              Part 20.


  "Hell, yes!" I quietly squealed.
   Now she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head, causing me to gasp
and clutch at my bed sheets. Then it seemed like she was trying to see just how
much of me she could take into her pretty mouth. She began squeezing my balls
gently, with one hand, as she pumped the base of my shaft with the other and
lowered her face to my loins so that my cock head pushed deep into her hot,
sucking mouth. I could feel her breath on my pubic hair and hear the baby-like
sounds she made as she nursed on me and her tender tongue worked at tickling my
most sensitive area. It charged me with an almost unbearable, compelling
ecstacy.
  I could feel my balls tighten, as she cradled them in her hand, and they
began to gush with my load. I reached quickly down and pulled her hair back so
that I could see my cock disappearing into that sweet mouth.......
  "I'm cumming!" I urgently whispered and she pulled her face back as if my
dick had been a snake. She kept jacking me though and you should have seen her
eyes light up, like a kid on Christmas morning, when I started to spurt huge,
milky wads into the air.
  "Wow!" she exclaimed, as she looked down at my dick and the pearly cum that
was shooting out and then oozing from the tip and dripping down the shaft and
over her jacking hand. She was smiling brightly at what she had done.
  Then, to my awe, Ellen suddenly leaned over and took the, sperm coated, head
of my dick into her mouth and sucked on it, thrilling me beyond belief as I felt
her draw out the last of my orgasm and my thick jizz along with it.
  When I was fully spent, she pulled her mouth from me and sat up, licking my
cum from her pretty lips with a thoughtful expression on her face, as if she
were testing a recipe that she had
concocted. Then she looked at me, pulling her long blond hair around to the
back of her head again, and said, matter-of-factly, "Your cum isn't so icky, I
guess. It's kind of bitter though," she
casually stated, "but it's sweet... with a sort of a pepper taste to it."
  That's when we heard our parents door open and Ellen quickly reached over
and turned out the light.
  We sat together in the darkness and listened to the sounds of Dad taking a
squirt. Then the toilet flushed and we heard him go back to bed.
  Ellen got up and pulled her night-shirt on over her head. 
  "Thank's Ellie," I said, "that was great!"
   She leaned over the bed and kissed me with a passionate, open mouth. I
could taste my sperm on her tongue as she did it. When she pulled her lips
away, she looked into my eyes and sweetly whispered, "I love you, Danny." Then
she stood up and quietly left the room.

                             Chapter 5

   The next morning, I drove Ellen to school with me. She was very quiet on
the way.
   "What's with you?" I asked as I parked the Firebird.
   "I don't know," she answered. "I feel kind of funny this morning."
   "What do you mean "funny"?"
   "I don't know, Danny. I just don't feel right about last night. I mean,
it felt really good and all... I just feel really guilty and dirty about it
now. I always do afterwards. And I sucked
your cock," she added in a pained whisper.
   "Oh Ellen, a lot of girls do that..."
   "Not nice ones, Danny."
   "Ellen, you're a nice girl. You're the nicest girl I can think of."
   "You don't think I'm like a whore or something?" Her little voice trembled
on the edge of tears. "Danny, I'm only fifteen!"
   I leaned over and hugged her (looking around to make sure that nobody saw
me).
   "No, Ellie," I told her, "you're just as sweet as can be. Don't think
about it that way. It felt great to me. I really loved it!" 
   Ellen hugged me back and opened the car door. "Just don't ask me to do it
again," she said, wiping her wet cheeks with her fingertips.



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