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material is illegal, do not read this!!  Also, this work is meant to
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Tales Five: Ellen By:  H.D. Meister



Friends.  The word meant much to her, but there was something more to
the word for Ellen Richardson.  She had two friends, and treasured
them both.  One was a young man she had known since she was too young
to remember.  He was known as Victor Fallon to everyone, but she
always called him Jazz.  That was their word for something so cool as
to defy all but the most simple of words.  The other was her current
roommate Allison.  She was a frumpy young woman, used to not having
friends.  How they hit it off so well, Ellen will never know;  they
simply did.

As she sat in her room, Friday evening looming like a giant bat
overhead, Ellen was not her usual self.  Gone was the smile she wore
with pride.  She wanted someone to love, but was torn by her desires.
Part of her wanted the sure grip of a male;  the other lusted for the
gentle touch of a woman.  She was about to turn in for the night when
there came a gentle knock on her door.

"Yes?"

Her eyes locked onto the form before her.  He was taller now, and
sported a mustache that crept down his face until it reached his chin,
but it was Jazz.  The eyes were still bright... and dark at the same
time.  The stance was still the same:  bold and challenging, but with
just enough humility to make one simply overlook the strength of the
man.  Behind him stood Allison.

"I got the word just yesterday, Sis.  What’s wrong?"

Ellen looked to her roommate for answers, but saw only the caring of a
friend who knew without knowing.  She smiled.

"Shut the door," she whispered.  Then she turned her back to both.
Jazz would know;  they shared a bond that she knew would last through
all storms, even the surging tide of lust between her thighs.  She
would not have to say a word;  he would know, and do what he could to
help.

The only wild card was Allison.  Why was she still here?  The answer
came to her almost as an afterthought;  Allison was gay... or at least
wanted to be.  But why would she want Jazz here?

"You know the answer, Sis."

Bi-sexual.  Sweet little Allison wanted the best of both worlds, with
her, Ellen, as the female half of the coin.  Bowing her head, she
raised her arms in the pattern of the crucifix, the sign of defiance
she and Jazz had used so many years ago.  She closed her eyes, but
opened them just in time to see Allison, hair in a tight, conservative
bun, force a smile onto her face.

"Please... don’t be mad with me."

Soft.  Like the morning dew on a flower.  Allison’s voice did more
for Ellen than an entire week away from the grind of college work.
With a warm, heart felt smile, she gave her roommate silent
permission.

This Lone Wolf will always hear you, Sis.  And when you need me the
most, I shall be there.  These were the last words Jazz said to her as
his family packed their belongings into the moving van.  She believed
them, and he was true to his word.  Whenever times were dark, he was
there.  Even now, with lust awakening within her, he was there.

She had often thought about him, and wondered what he looked like.  If
her fingers and panties could speak, they would certainly tell of the
myriad of fantasies she had involving him.  Fantasy would soon be
replaced with reality.  She knew he was right behind her, not more
than a thought away.  But first, there was Allison.

As Allison tilted her face upwards, Ellen met lips she had caught
herself thinking about during unguarded moments.  Their tongues danced
slowly, as if trying to match the beat unheard.  And within her, Ellen
felt the fires of Lust grow steadily.  Then came the inferno.

Ellen watched as Allison quickly jerked back, almost as if she were
slammed in the chest by something totally overpowering.  She knew what
it was;  she had felt it whenever Jazz called her.  He wanted them
both to know that nothing that happened would shatter an old
friendship, or a new one.  She watched as awareness washed over her
roommate, cleansing her.  Allison returned. Only this time she let one
trembling hand touch her breast.

"Alli," she whispered, "don’t be shy.  Let’s make this what we both
hoped it would be... and more."  She lowered her arms and wrapped them
around her roommate’s ample body, pulling her until their bodies
touched.  And for the first time in quite a while, she felt at ease.

She placed trembling hands onto her roommate’s breasts, and wondered
briefly why they were shaking.  She wanted to have sex with Alli and
Jazz.  Then it hit her:  she was about to surrender to a desire.
Years of fantasies that had kept tight reign on her desires would, in
but a few moments, cease to exist as she knew them.  Soon she would
know the experience, and the memory would bloom and grow within her
until it was a field of soft grass and stunning flowers for her to lay
upon.

Ellen could feel each breath Alli made, and her roommate’s heartbeat
fell into time with her own pulse.  At the same time, she felt Jazz
step away from them.  She knew he was watching them.  He was waiting
for them to know pleasure within each other before he joined in.
Somehow, she felt that he was trying to control something within
himself, and she could hear the silent nod as he told her to enjoy
herself.  So she did..

Clothes found their way to the ground with alarming speed, and Ellen
found herself clad only in her hot pink bra and matching g-string
panties.  Alli wore white, which was fitting since she was, as far as
Ellen knew, still a virgin.  Ellen watched as Alli let her hair down,
licking her lips at the soft whoosh as her hair  slid down her neck,
draping seductively over the smooth shoulders.  As her roommate turned
around, giving her a glimpse of pure flesh, she twitched one finger,
then stepped back.

Ellen smiled, banishing the downcast look which tried to creep onto
Alli’s face.  She positioned herself beside Alli as Jazz rose and
stripped off his clothing.  He moved silently, removing his clothes
with practiced ease.  Alli’s gasp was an understatement;  Jazz was an
ebony prince nude.  His arms showed the signs of hidden strength, and
his pectoral muscles thundered with power.  But  it was his legs that
caught her eyes.  They made no attempt to hide the raw energy they
possessed, and as her eyes found his manhood, fear crept into her gut.
He was about seven inches long by her guess, and it hooked down.  It
was easily close to two and a half inches thick, and bounced heavily.

As Jazz raised his arms, Ellen turned to face her roommate.  The awe
on her face was amusing, but it was soon replaced with Lust.  Alli
wanted to feel Jazz slide that monster pleasure deep within her.  She
would have to wait;  Ellen was first.  She fastened her lips over one
cotton clad nipple as her hands slid underneath the leg bands of the
cotton panties.  Soft.  That was the only way to describe the
sensation, and even that word was inadequate.  A familiar sound
greeted her ears:  Alli sighed.  She had heard this sound at night,
knowing her roommate was busy pleasuring herself.  Even in the dark,
she could see Alli’s hands slide over her body.  More often than not,
she had joined her, taking care to not allow her roommate to know that
she was not alone in her pleasure.  Now there was no need for stealth.

She traveled to the other nipple, letting her tongue dragged lazily
between the covered flesh of Alli’s breasts.  Upon arrival, she was
pleased that this nipple was just as hard, and just as delicious.  Her
hands stayed on Alli’s ass cheeks, touching each and every inch.  One
finger twitched, and both hands quickly pulled away the cotton
barricade.  Then they rose up her back and freed the clasp on the bra.
She lifted her face away from Alli’s breast, and her roommate
shrugged off the last of her clothing.  Her roommate was beautiful.

Something was missing, and her eyes quickly confirmed this:  Alli was
shaven as smooth as a baby!  The sight caused Ellen to moan;  she had
always wanted to know what a smooth shaven cunt tasted like.  Without
a second thought, she inched her face towards Alli’s mound of Venus
and sought the answer.  Her dreams were a pale imitation of reality;
the taste was sublime.  She slid her tongue over the mound, drooling
like a newborn..  And all the while, her roommate continued to sigh,
the pitch rising as orgasm threatened to tear her apart.

"Let go," came Jazz’s voice.  He had moved behind Alli, and Ellen
knew that her roommate would likely fall from the force of her first
partner induced orgasm.  Not wanting to tease, Ellen slithered her
tongue into Alli’s tunnel as she rubbed the surface of her teeth
against Alli’s clit.  Ellen’s fingers sought out Alli’s asshole and
began to massage it slowly until one slender finger was given purchase
within that forbidden passage.  He could sense Alli try to fight her
orgasm.  The legs framing her face were confused:  close or open?
Stand or fall?  Fall and open were the choices.

Ellen rose, female love nectar covering her mouth and chin.  She
looked at Alli, whose face was slack with pleasure.  A smile wound its
way onto her lips, and Ellen joined her.  After a minute, Jazz let go
of her, and Alli moved to give her the pleasure that had been given to
her.

Ellen waited patiently.  She knew that her roommate would have no idea
of what to do, and would act only on instinct, but that would do.  All
she would need was the feel of Alli’s flesh against her own.  Her
roommate took time to remove the bra and g-string from her body, and
each second boomed as she waited for the true touch.  It came as Alli
wrapped her arms around her back and pulled until their bodies
touched.  The fires of Lust raged around them, and Ellen felt one lone
tremor of her impending orgasm rippled over her down  covered cunt.
Her eyes flickered briefly towards Jazz, who was looking at Alli...
with a sly smile on his face.  Another tremor rippled through her as
she realized that Jazz wanted to remove the thin covering over her
love..

Then her body jumped;  Alli had found her clit and was sucking gently
on it, flicking her tongue over it.  Ellen briefly wondered where her
quiet roommate had learned to do this, but the thought was banished as
she felt two hands caress her bottom..  The fingers crept towards the
split between her cheeks.  Soon, a third, more tentative hand joined
the two which were busy spreading open the guardians of her nether
hole.  She looked down at Alli, who was looking up... asking for
permission.  Ellen gave it by pulling of her roommate’s bra and
pulling on the nipples she had so recently tasted.  They were still
wet.

When one slender finger slid into her asshole, the entire room simply
ceased to exist;  all Ellen could see was a dizzying array of colors
flash across her closed eyes.  Her mouth flung open, and was met with
soft, caring lips.  Her tongue dueled with the invading tongue, and
her nipples screamed for release and relief.  After what seemed like
eternity, Ellen opened her eyes and pulled Alli up.  She kissed her
tenderly, and was overjoyed with the ease her roommate responded.

"Alli?  Are you ready?" Ellen asked as her fingers pulled on her
roommate’s clit, stroking it lovingly.  While she wanted to feel Jazz
within her first, she did not want to take from Alli the pleasure of
knowing the sensation of being filled totally.  The smile on Alli’s
face pulled a chuckle from her.

"Only if you can watch... up close," spoke Jazz.  The sound of his
voice snatched Ellen from the comforting afterglow of orgasm.  She
noticed that Alli’s face flashed once with confusion, then again with
the wickedness of his suggestion.  Ellen stepped away from them, then
lay on the carpeted floor.  She watched as Jazz led Alli around her
prone body until they were both standing over her head.  She
swallowed, then licked her lips in anticipation of the meal she was
about to feast upon.  Each inch of Alli’s slow descent onto her mouth
was another mountain, and the fire within her center climbed them
easily and quickly.

Ellen flicked her tongue once over Alli’s lower lips, and was greeted
with the sweet taste of arousal.  Her own nectar flowed freely down
her upper thighs.  When Alli remained poised just within reach of her
tongue, she looked for Jazz.  He was keeping her from falling fully
onto her face, teasing Ellen.  Her eyes pleaded with him... begged him
to let her roommate fall.

She sensed Alli lean over her, and soon felt the gentle kissed rained
on her thighs.   Yet despite the desire to close her eyes, she held
them open;  she wanted to see Jazz take the gift offered him:  Alli’s
virginity.  She wondered if he knew her roommate was a virgin, a
question he answered when his fingers spread Alli wide before placing
her now open love over her face.  Ellen slid her tongue into Alli, and
felt her roommate’s body shudder.  She mimicked Alli’s movements
when her own love became filled with Alli’s tongue.  It was wide and
thick... an omen of the sensation she would soon know.

And then some, Sis.  Her eyes closed, and a faint memory walked
through the fog of Lust.  Jazz had brought a small bookbag with him.
She laughed;  no one would look oddly at him, thinking him a student.
The fact that he was with Alli, someone known to be a loner, would not
even raise an eyebrow at college.  Jazz had thought of everything.

Ellen felt Alli remove her face from between her thighs, and
immediately began to stroke her roommate’s heaving breasts.  Alli was
nowhere near bliss, but was attempting to prepare herself for the
invasion of Jazz’s thundering manhood.  Ellen realized that she had
avoided looking at the hugeness that he possessed, mainly out of fear.
Fear that it would tear her apart piece by agonizing piece.  She
pressed her nose into Alli’s asshole and shook her head violently.
She got what she wanted;  her roommate inhaled deeply and held in the
sex soaked air as her small orgasm rippled through her soft flesh.
Jazz’s silent command was obeyed quickly, and Ellen removed her head
from its place.  Then she watched as he slid his power over the now
drenched smoothness of Alli’s mound.  Jazz may have been collected,
but the thick, clear liquid his manhood oozed told another tale.

"Let go," he whispered as he slid himself forward into Alli.  Ellen
envied her roommate.

"Never... I... never..."

Ellen watched as Jazz filled her roommate slowly, easing himself into
Alli.  She gazed at the vision before her, and felt her nipples tingle
with anticipation of knowing that same blissful sensation.  She saw
him stop, not pause, and again obeyed his command.  She lifted her
head slightly, and fixed her lips on Alli’s clit.  Her tongue flicked
across the nubbin once;  she knew what was to come.  She blinked, and
felt Jazz’s seed heavy sack upon the bridge of her nose.  Her ears
were greeted with the sound of someone gagging...   on pleasure.  Alli
was well within the furious storm of orgasm, as the generous amounts
of  essence that flooded down her thighs.  Her own mound begged for
attention, which Alli gave freely.  When her roommate returned her
head to her lap, Ellen was forced to close her eyes, for her roommate
was successfully pulling her into the storm which she was
experiencing.  Ellen did not try to fight it;  She continued to suckle
at Alli’s nubbin as Jazz filled, emptied, filled and emptied her Love
again and again and again and again.

The thunder claps of flesh on flesh swirled in Ellen’s ears as she
quickly lost herself in orgasmic bliss.  She wallowed in it, coating
her sweat soaked soul in the pleasure she was given by these two
friends.  And friends they were, both in deed and feeling.  She barely
felt as one of her hands reached for Jazz’s manhood.  Her fingers
found purchase on the sack that kissed her nose each time he filled
her roommate.  One gentle squeeze, and a slight pull, and she felt him
increase his pace.  As he did so, She felt Alli fill her nether hole
with two fingers.  They swirled in tempo with his thrusts, and Ellen
felt herself rising yet again, even though she had not yet even begun
to climb down from the pleasurable power of her orgasm.  She knew that
she would sleep well... if she survived.  That thought yanked her even
higher.

Ellen felt Alli bellow into her womanly tenderness.  Seconds later,
Alli went limp.  Ellen rode her own downfall carefully before rolling
her roommate off of her.  Quickly, she spun around until she was
beside her.  Alli’s breathing was deep;  she would soon be asleep.  A
glance at Jazz told her that Alli would not sleep long;  he would not
allow it.

"How long have we waited, Sis?"

"Too long," she managed to moan.  She looked down at his manhood, and
saw that it was beginning to get larger;  he had saved the fullness of
his manhood for her and her alone.  He settled it’s head within the
gates of her Love, and stopped again.  The caring which always made
her smile blazed across his face.

"I love you."  She heard the question, and had answered.  She loved
him deeply, even though she knew that their paths may well take them
in different directions.  He stopped because he did not wish to fill
her with his seed... unless he was certain she wanted it.  Thousands
of possibilities... and only one of them would make it to carry on the
kindness, tenderness, and power which he carried easily upon his
thick, deep brown painted shoulders.

Nothing could have prepared her for the rapture that exploded through
her as he made love to her.  It was not just sex;  he was making love
to her... and she made love to him.  Her hands slid over his body with
love;  she kissed him with love.  What had begun as pleasurable sex
had revealed itself for what it was: love.

Each move Jazz made she matched on instinct.  Ellen now knew what her
friend had spoke about so may years ago:  they would always be one and
the same.  Her nipples screeched with pleasure.  Her essence flowed
freely, coating not only her thighs, but his.  She moaned, and felt
the torrent of kissed and licks that Jazz rained down upon her neck,
face and breasts.  Within her mind’s eye, she saw the void black
thunderheads of their orgasm.  THEIR orgasm.  She saw her open wide
her arms.

Nothing.  She saw nothing.  She felt everything.  Ellen knew she told
the world of her love for Jazz, but could not hear her proclamation
for herself.  She could feel her body thrash chaotically beneath his
body.  She could feel him manhood fire blast after blast of white-hot
future within her, and relished each one as it slammed into her,
seeking the comfort of her womb.

"Wow."  Ellen smiled.  Wow was probably the best way for her roommate
to describe the power which washed over her, and all Ellen could do
was try to smile.  Then she remembered something that had always
amazed her:  Jazz’s endurance.  Through the haze of bliss, she saw
him inhale slowly and deeply.  She watched as he held it, and counted
the ticks.

"Watch, Alli," she whispered through slack lips.  She waited
patiently, knowing that Jazz was preparing to give both women pleasure
as only he could.  She noticed that his eyes had closed, and his body
was shuddering.  Soon, he exhaled and opened his eyes, and she was
greeted with the Jazz she knew from eons past.  Strong... full of
life... and more than enough surprises.  She didn’t need to look at
Alli to know that her friend and roommate’s eyes had almost fell out
of her head.  Ellen fed off of his new energy, and sat up, wrapping
one arm around Alli’s back, placing one finger onto one painfully
taunt nipple.

"Now that we have been properly introduced... how about some fun?"

"Like what?" whimpered Alli.  Ellen chuckled;  if she knew Jazz, Alli
would know how much fun sex could be, and would more than likely never
want anything less.  She felt pity for the men who would know the
warmth of Alli’s love;  they would forever be gauged against Jazz,
and would always fall short in one manner or another.

"Well... I know that Sis would like this..."  Ellen watched as he
reached for the bookbag.  One hand disappeared into its void, and
returned... with a strap-on latex cock and a small tube of some type
of lube.

"Can I try it first?"

Ellen turned her head slowly.  She would not have thought her friend
willing to go through with fucking her cunt as Jazz filled her
asshole, and here she was begging for the chance to go first.  Ellen
reached the strap-on, and began to put it on when Jazz stood.

Power.  Kindness..  Caring.  Friendship.  All these and more his
standing form announced with that humble air that she always said
would take him far.  And even though she had just went through the
most powerful orgasm of her life, she could feel her essence flow once
more.  She fingered the rubbery stiffness of her ‘cock’ and
discovered that it bore several rows of bumps.  It also possessed a
set of false testicles, and a thick plug angled just right to be
inserted into the waiting maw of the wearer.  This plug was guarded by
its own guardians:  flexible latex fingers.  She looked down at the
plug... and smiled.

"Not yet.  Someone has to lose something first."

Ellen didn’t look at Alli.  She walked towards the only chair in the
room with arms, draped a towel over it, and sat, flinging her legs
over the arms.  She turned her head towards Alli, and saw the depths
of her excitement.  Her eyes flickered over to Jazz, wondering if he
was truly prepared.  When she saw the two safety razors in his hand,
she laughed.  She should not have doubted him.

"The first cut is yours, Alli.  If I’m right, you’ll be doing this
more often."

"Do I get to return the favor?" Ellen playfully asked.

"Tomorrow," Alli growled.  Her roommate was going to wear her out....
not that she didn’t like the thought of spending many nights with her
face planted between Alli’s thighs.

The removal did not go without the occasional accidental brushes
against Ellen’s throbbing clit, and Ellen found it hard to fight the
bliss that threatened to ruin their concentration.  When they were
finished, both stood back, looking curiously like proud parents, at
her bare mound.  The air, bloated with the sublime scent of sex, made
its way across this newly revealed territory.

"Now then, Allison.  Choose."

Ellen bent forward, locking her legs in place. She held her
roommate’s shoulders and guided her head towards her lap and watched
as Alli spread her ample rear to Jazz.  When her roommate’s tongue
began sliding over the bare flesh offered to it, Ellen blacked out
from the orgasm as she threw her hips forward, grabbing Alli’s hair.
She never saw Jazz enter her roommate’s nether hole, but felt the
bellow of pleasure as it crashed through Alli’s lips and made its way
to her own clit.

Ellen lifted her roommate’s head and helped her stand fully.  The
glint in Jazz’s eye was unmistakable:  he knew.  Ellen listened to
the nonsense that escaped from Alli’s lips as her dear friend
pleasured her.  With a smile, she reached for the strap-on and put it
on, taking care to make sure it was secure.  Once done, she took
Alli’s twisting head in her hands gently.  When Alli’s eyes opened
enough, Ellen took the fake manhood in one hand and stroked her
roommate’s bare mound.  Fear flashed across those soft, caring eyes,
and Ellen found herself suddenly feeling the power that flowed easily
through Jazz.

"One," said Jazz.

Ellen helped him lift Alli’s legs until they were caught easily in
her own arms.  She placed the tip of her ‘manhood within the gates of
her roommate’s essence and waited for Jazz’s signal.

"Two," he said, and Ellen quickly filled Alli with the latex imposter.

"Oh..... God..... YES!"

Toghether they simply pounded Alli, never offering her even the most
remote chance to recover as she sailed helplessly from one orgasmic
storm into the next.  Ellen kissed her roommate with passion she had
never known.  Each time her shielded mound slapped into Alli’s, the
small plug and its horde of assistants spiked the pleasure level in
her own center higher, pulling her into the same storms which Alli now
rode.

Then came the calm.  Ellen felt it slide over her like a warm blanket,
and began to gently lower her roommate.  She took a moment to see if
Alli was still among the living.  The stupid grin plastered to her
face made her chuckle.

"What are you laughing about.  Just wait until we do you, Sis."

"That’s will be a while.  Alli’s in no shape..."

"Shut up and lay down, Ellen.  It’s our turn now."

Ellen kissed her roommate, then did as she was told, removing the
soaked latex manhood from within her and unstrapping it.  She handed
the device to Alli as she lay down on the carpet.

"Jazz... did you..."

"Nope.  Decided to wait and see how you two wanted to handle that."
The mischief in his voice brought back images of their past.  Ellen
waited to see what Alli would say, and was shocked by her statement.

"I want to do it like they do in porno movies."

Ellen had never seen one, but the devilish grin on Jazz’s face said
that he not only had sen one, but knew intimately what her roommate
had asked for.

"Mind letting a newbie in on the joke?"

"Oh... I think you’ll get an eye full," he chuckled.  "And a nose
full, mouth full..."

"Hurry up then.  I’m beginning to come down."

"Poor baby," whined Alli.

Ellen closed her eyes for a moment, and felt her two friends turn her
on her side.  She opened them in time to see Alli staring at her.
There was something behind her lust which slowly pulled a smile from
her.

"I love you too, Little One," whispered Ellen.  With those words, Alli
smiled.

"Alli?  Together.  Let me feel you."

Ellen watched as Alli closed her eyes.  Jazz had asked her this same
question years ago, and she had taken it wrong.  Then he explainded
that he was attempting to bond with her, essentially becoming one with
her.  When he was done, there was not one day that went by that she
ever felt truly alone.  Now he was extending that same offer to Alli.
Ellen inhaled slowly, and felt her body lifting into the calm eye of a
mad hurricane.  She felt the familiar caress of Jazz’s heart, and the
darkness which was not there when last they spoke.  Then came the
tentative first touch of Alli.  Patience brought forth trust, and soon
all three were one, sharing the pleasure each had given and received.

Then they entered her.  As Jazz slid his manhood into her rear, Alli
did likewise to her love.  And then Ellen went wild.  Never before had
her body known the decadent pleasure of being filled in both holed at
once, and still she wanted more.  She fucked both of her lover
viciously, throwing herself at them with reckless abandon.  All that
mattered to her was the oneness that they shared, and the power of her
own love for them.  Her nipples were being pulled, mashed and twisted.
Ellen felt each bead of sweat as it popped out on her flesh, only to
be spread thought thin over her body and one of her lover’s.  She
reached out to Alli and filled her rear with three fingers, rotating
them at a frightening pace.

"Time," growled Jazz.  Ellen felt her body being pulled up until she
was sitting.  She turned around, facing Jazz and the monster which
throbbed before her.  Alli sat beside her, and licked her lips.  It
was then that she knew what was to happen:  Jazz would let his seed
fly onto their faces.  When Alli leaned forward and began sucking of
it’s blood bloated head, Ellen decided to join her by licking the
shaft.  It tasted and smelled of latex, with just a slight hint of
lust.  She made her way to his seed heavy sack and filled her mouth
with it.

"Ladies..." she heard him hiss.  Soon.  She wanted to join him, and
yanked one of Alli’s hands, placing it in her lap..  The fingers
quickly found her nubbin and pulled at it viciously.  She did the same
to her roommate.

"Look out!"

Ellen quickly sat back, and beheld the spectacle.  His manhood seemed
to inhale like a dragon.  Then it breathed.  Jazz’s seed was thick
and white, and it flew straight and true.  She opened her mouth as the
first blast sailed down her throat.  Alli was not spared his assault.
Before it was through, Ellen was covered totally by his seed.  She
looked at Alli, who was likewise masked, and laughed.

"Cute.  Looks like you two need to clean each other off."

Ellen spared her firend a brief glance before setting to her
pleasurable task.  Something had happened to him, and she would know
in due time.  Right now, he was there to help her through yet another
tough time, and had brought her another gift:  Alli.  She wondered how
she would feel come Monday, then smiled.  She would feel like a woman
well loved.


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