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Ellen

By: mistress_diana



"I have a challenge for you, Diana," Mike said one night after a particularly great session of lovemaking.

"What is that? You want me to get you hard again?" I answered slyly.

He laughed.

"No, no...there is this guy at work who was telling me about his wife. I guess she's kind of a slut, but she wants to take it to another level."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, intrigued. 

"Yeah, he says she loves to fuck him all the time, but she wants to be treated like a slut by other people. Just for a couple of days."

"Hmmm...interesting. I suppose you told him about me?"

"Yep," he said, grinning.

"And?"

"He agreed that it would be good if it made her stop driving him crazy."

I laughed.

"Well, does he want to participate?"

"He said only at the end. What we do with her before that is totally up to us."

I was definitely intrigued and up for that challenge.

"What is her name?" I asked.

"Ellen."

"And does she know about this?"

"He was going to speak to her if we agreed. I guess we're agreeing?"

"Oh sure. Have you met this Ellen?"

"Yeah, just once. She's a real knockout. I know we would both enjoy her."

"Hmmm...I bet," looking down at his cock, which was beginning to get a life of its own.

"Well tell Ellen's husband we would love to accommodate his wife," I said leaning down to get a closer look at Mike's cock.

"Oh, I will- Diana!"

My mouth had engulfed him and for a little while he forgot about this 'Ellen'.

A week later, I was preparing for Ellen's visit with us. I was dying to see this woman and 'take her to the next level', so to speak. Mike seemed very eager as well and I knew he couldn't wait to fuck her. Well, he'd get his chance, but as always, I had first crack at her. And what a day I had planned!

Ellen arrived promptly that morning. I opened the door to find a gorgeous woman about 35 years old. She was about average height, but very trim and fit. Her large D-cups strained against her sweater and her hips were very shapely. I smiled at her pretty face framed by long, red hair. Mike knew I liked redheads and I wasn't disappointed.

"Ellen...so nice to meet you, I'm Diana. Please come in."

She smiled at me a bit nervously and stepped inside. I think she was a little disappointed at how ordinary my house was. It was if she was expecting a full torture chamber.

I noticed the bag she was carrying. 

"Did you bring everything?"

"Yes. I hope you like the clothes."

"Well, if not we can always get you new ones. Come into the kitchen, I have coffee on."

She followed me into the kitchen and sat down. I smiled in approval of her shapely legs as she crossed them. Her skirt rode up just a little bit showing me her nice, tanned thighs.

I poured the coffee and sat down across from her and began to explain the rules.

"Ok, Ellen. There are some things I need to know about you. Then I will tell you what the rules are."

She nodded.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

She cleared her throat before starting.

"Well, I have always, uh, wanted to be dominated by someone. You know, made to serve."

"Yes..."

"So I guess your boyfriend and my husband talked and he told me about you-"

"Yes, yes, I know. But what do you hope to accomplish by being with Mike and I?"

"I-I want to act out my fantasies...I want to be the true slut I know I am!"

I looked at her. She was definitely serious.

"Ellen, I know you are a slut. While you are here, you are to do whatever Mike and I tell you. You will perform for us plus whomever else we decide should use you. You are to call me Mistress from now on. Understand?"

"Yes."

I raised my eyebrow and she hastily added "Mistress."

"Good. Now you are here on your own free will. You may leave at any time if you feel uncomfortable. Although you may experience some pain, we are not here to hurt you. You are here for our pleasure as much as your own, but our pleasure comes before yours. You with me so far?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"While you are in our house, you must be naked at all times. If and when we go out, you will of course be allowed to wear clothes, but only what I want you to wear. You must obey us at all times. If you do, things will go well for you. If you don't you will be disciplined. However, I may discipline you regardless. Any questions?"

"Just one - will my husband be participating?"

"Yes, at some point he will - when and where is up to Mike and I." I took one last sip of my coffee and leaned back. "Is your pussy shaved?"

"Yes, Mistress," she said lowering her eyes.

"Good. Let me see it."

She looked up at me with wide eyes.

"Go ahead. Raise your skirt and take your panties off. Might as well start now."

She hesitated slightly before pulling her skirt up to expose smooth thighs. She had on tiny lace panties and I licked my lips anticipating seeing her bare mound underneath.

"Just pull them aside for now."

She pushed the material aside and I could see that she was very bare. I smiled in satisfaction.

"Very nice. You can lower your skirt now."

I stood up and put the coffee cups in the sink and stood before her.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman, slut?"

"No...no...I haven't, Mistress."

"But you want to, right?"

"Yes, Mistress...I do."

"You will come to enjoy the taste of another woman's pussy. I guarantee it. Now let's go downstairs and get started."

My basement was a perfect place to play with my sluts. It was quiet and no one could hear anything from within. It was small and cozy with a pull out couch and plenty of hooks and places to restrain. It didn't look evil, though. It was merely a place to play.

When we got downstairs, I made Ellen strip and stand before me naked. I admired her lush body with her narrow waist and full breasts.

"Spread your legs, slut."

She obediently spread her legs and I walked around her admiring her firm ass. I got a small ass vibe and lubed it up and teased her tight puckered hole. She jumped and tried to move away. I grabbed her around the waist and rammed it in and turned it on low.

"Go sit in that chair," I said, pointing to a hard wooden chair.

She gingerly moved over to it and sat down. I heard her moan slightly as the ass vibe was pushed further inside her.

All my toys were laid out near her and I proceeded to restrain her. First her arms were pulled back and cuffed at the wrists then lashed to the chair. This caused her big breasts to stick out nicely. I already noticed the nipples were becoming erect. Next, I looped a rope tightly around the tops of her breasts, pushing them down and out. Another rope went snuggly around her waist as I pulled it tightly so her back was against the chair. I spread her legs wide and tied her calves to the legs of the chair, making sure I wound the rope down the entire length to her ankles. Her pussy was open to me now. Lastly, I gagged her with a cloth, tied tightly behind her head.

I stood back and lubed up another vibrator, but wondered if I actually needed to. I placed it at the entrance to her pussy and began to thrust it inside. She moaned against her gag as I turned it on low and inserted it deep in her snatch.

"Alright, slut. I am going upstairs to shower and change. You will not be able to cum with the vibes set as low as they are. However, if that vibrator shoved in your cunt is not there when I return, I will punish you. Understand?"

She nodded and I left her.

While I showered, I started to think about the day I had planned for her and smiled...

My slut was waiting for me downstairs with fear in her eyes. The vibrator had left her pussy.

I took off her gag.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"No...Mistress...it just slipped out."

"Didn't I tell you to keep in there?"

"Yes, Mistress, but it slid out...I-"

Her words were cut off by a slap to the face.

"No excuses!" I picked up the vibrator and saw that it was very wet. Although I knew that would happen, I didn't tell her that.

"I am going to have to discipline you now, slut. First suck this."

I shoved the vibrator into her mouth and made her lick the cum from it. Then I untied her from the chair, leaving the cuffs on and pushed her face down on the bed.

"Raise your ass to me."

She pushed her knees up under her and raised her ass up. I took my paddle and landed it on her ass with a loud SMACK.

"Owww," she cried out.

I brought the paddle down on the other cheek hard. She cried louder and I saw that some redness was beginning to appear. I gave her several more swats until I was satisfied she was disciplined enough without being sore for the rest of the day. We had things to do.

I uncuffed her hands and pulled her up to her feet.

"I want to you to dress - we are going out."

"Yes, Mistress."

I went through her bag and found exactly the clothes I wanted her to wear. I sat down and watched her nervously get dressed.

First she slid on long, black stockings that attached to a garter belt. She was not allowed panties. Over that was a tight, leather mini that barely covered her ass. I watched her smooth it over her ass, trying to pull it down a bit. Next, she put on tight, white sweater. No bra was allowed and her tits strained against the material and her nipples were visible. She looked like a perfect little slut. I let her were modest heels as we probably would be doing some walking.

I told her to go into the bathroom and put on some more makeup. Dark red lipstick and plenty of eyeshadow. When she came out, she looked great.

"Ok, let's go," I said leading the way upstairs.

We got in the car and I drove us to the mall.

It was a pretty busy day at the mall with lots of people shopping for the impending holidays. Ellen and I entered a store and immediately she got looks from people. Some of them good, some of them bad. As we walked her tits jiggled underneath her sweater and her hard nipples poked through.  I just smiled at passersby, but she was clearly self-conscious about her looks.

I paraded her about looking for someone for her to serve. I thought some good, anonymous sex would be just the thing for her. Several men had given her openly lewd looks so I knew it wouldn't take long.

We strolled into a record store that was somewhat empty for a busy day. It was dark and there was lots of loud music playing. Perfect.

We caught the attention of nice looking guy with long, black hair. He was about 25 with a big smile showing lots of white teeth. He noticed Ellen right away and she looked away, embarrassed. She never asked me what we were going to do, but I knew she had guessed.

I told her to wait where she was while I spoke to the guy. It was easy to engage him in conversation about Ellen. He told me his name was Eric and I told him about Ellen. I explained to him that she was an eager little slut and she wanted to be used by many different people and he was the first.

We decided to go the back of the store behind a large display of CDs. I brought Ellen and presented her to Eric.

I looked at her.

"Ok, slut, I think this man needs his cock sucked."

She looked at me wide-eyed but got down on her knees. Eric was already bulging out of his pants and he lost no time unzipping himself to free his throbbing cock.

Ellen brought her red lips to his cockhead and took him into her mouth and began to suck and lick. Eric brought his hands to her head and began to push her mouth down to engulf him. I stood slightly off to the side to make sure no one interrupted us. What we were doing was pretty risky.

She sucked his cock expertly - licking and sucking it to full hardness. Eric began moaning loudly and I was thankful for the booming music that filled the store. He clutched her head and began to hump her slut mouth, making her take him deep. She let him have his way with her mouth as he increased his speed and I knew it wouldn't take too long.

Sure enough, he began to groan and spurt his cum in her mouth. My slut drank it all down, not letting a drop escape her mouth. When Eric pulled out of her mouth, she licked his cock clean before he pushed it back in his pants.

"Wow," he said looking at me. "What a good cock-sucker she is."

"Yes, she is," I said, smiling down at Ellen. 

I helped her to her feet and said good-bye. She was trying to fix her lipstick, which had smeared somewhat from her cock sucking.

We left the store quickly and began to walk down to a lingerie store that I frequented. I knew the owner and she knew about me.

We entered and I told Ellen to find something really sexy while I spoke to my friend, June. She was a slim blond woman around 40 who was also a Domme like myself. We frequently shared our slaves with each other as well as some good stories. I pointed Ellen out to her as we talked.

"Wow, Diana. She is hot!"

"Yeah, she just sucked this guy's cock in the record store," I said, grinning.

"No way! You are so bad."

I just laughed.

"Are you going to do something here?" she asked mischievously.

"Only with your permission," I said, winking.

"Well, by all means. Let's go in back."

"Ok, let me get her something sexy to wear."

I knew June had a certain weakness for ladies in sexy lingerie and I wondered how she was able to work there without constantly orgasming. 

I found Ellen looking at a sheer black teddy.

"That would look lovely on you. Would you like to try it on?"

She nodded.

"Follow me. I know just the place."

We made our way to June's private office in the back. Ellen looked at me nervously as we entered it - not sure what was going to happen this time.

"Ellen, this is June. She owns the store and would like to see you try this particular item on."

"Yes, Mistress," she said shyly.

June winked and smiled at me.

Ellen removed her clothes and June whistled at her body when it was fully naked.

"Nice breasts, Ellen."

"Thank you."

"Let's see how you look in that teddy."

Ellen slid it on and stood there in her heels looking at us. The sheer black material covered her body, but we could see everything underneath. Her large tits were practically bursting through the thin material and her nipples were smooth and flat against it. The bottom was pushing into her pussy lips.

"Turn around," June said quietly.

Ellen turned around and showed us her firm ass barely covered by the black lace.

"Very nice indeed," she whispered. "You're lucky, Diana. I don't know how you find these."

I laughed and sat up on June's desk.

"Would you like to play with her?"

"Oh yes..."

"Then go right ahead. The slut hasn't been with a woman yet."

"Ohmygod...really?"

"Yes, why don't you break her in a little?"

June swallowed.

"Has she cum today?"

"Nope, but I think she needs to very badly. Right, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Ellen looked at us with desire in her eyes.

"Come over here, then, slut," June ordered.

Ellen stood before June, her large breasts heaving. June placed her small hands on Ellen's breasts and began to tweak the nipples lightly. Ellen closed her eyes and sighed softly. I watched as June ran her thumbs around the large areola of one nipple making it hard and firm under her touch. When it was hard, she leaned her head down and began to suck it through the material.

"Ohhhhh..." Ellen cried softly as June's mouth took her nipple in. "That...feels...wonderful."

June sucked harder and bit down gently on the hard flesh. Ellen jumped a little but otherwise didn't move. June did the same to the other breast, bringing both nipples to a firm erectness. She looked great standing there with her huge tits pushing out.


"Sit down in that chair," June ordered. "And spread those legs wide."

Ellen sat down and opened her legs, but it wasn't enough.

"Hook them over the arms of the chair," I suggested.

She did as she was told and her gorgeous pussy came into view. June knelt next to Ellen.

"Now play with yourself. Show us how a slut cums."

Ellen looked at me and I nodded. Then she brought her fingers down to her pussy lips and moved the material aside. Her fingers began to softly stroke her slit before opening it up to show us the pink flesh inside.

"Ohhh...nice," June whispered and went back to teasing Ellen's nipples. 

I leaned back on the desk and watched my slut get hotter by the minute. In fact, I was getting hotter by the minute, but I was going to wait. It was always worth it to wait.

June sucked and tweaked Ellen's nipples harder and I watched my slut raise her hips up to meet her own fingers. Her eyes were shut tight as she plunged her hot cunt with her fingers and pulled on her clit. June's own hand closed over hers and helped her fuck herself.

"Yeah, that's it, slut, harder. Fuck that tight little pussy of yours," June breathed.

"Ohhhh...god, I'm...I'm gonna cum..." Ellen moaned.

"Good - cum for us, you sweet little slut. Cum all over those fingers."

That was it. Ellen leaned her head back and let out a long moan.

"Fuck!!! I'm CUMMMINNNG!!!!"

She humped her hand hard and thrashed about on the chair. I hoped no one had heard her, but it was June's shop so...

June helped Ellen along with her orgasm as I watched the two of them. It went on for sometime before June took her hand away and sucked the juices off her fingers. Ellen slumped in the chair and her face was flush.

"Wow - that was great," June said, her own face red.

I laughed and stood up.

"I'll pay for that teddy - we'll definitely take it."

"Oh no, no," June protested. "It's on the house. After a show like that..."

I thanked her let told Ellen to take it off and get dressed. She got up on shaky legs and pulled her clothes on as June put the teddy in a bag.

As she showed us out, she made me promise to tell her about the rest of the day's adventures. I smiled and told her I would.

We were both hungry after that so we ducked into a cozy little pub in the corner of the mall. Ellen thanked me several times for letting her fulfill some fantasies thus far. I told her it wasn't over yet.

As we ate, I scoped out the place for a possible scene. There were a few couples about, but nothing promising. Then I noticed two construction workers. Perfect. I told Ellen I had to use the ladies room and told her to stay put.

I walked up to the construction workers and engaged them in a brief conversation about Ellen. They both glanced her way and immediately saw what they liked. They couldn't believe what I offered to them, but they certainly didn't refuse. However, they were a little disappointed when I told them that I wasn't part of the deal.

I told them to go into the men's room in about 10 minutes while I paid the bill and I would have Ellen meet them there.

I returned to my seat and took out my credit card.

"Ok, Ellen, your next test will be with two men. They are over there at the bar."

She glanced over at them and her eyes went wide.

"Now you can walk away and we'll be done. Do you want to continue?"

"Yes, Mistress. I very much want to do this."

"Ok, we will go into the men's room and you will let them do whatever they like. I will be there and they will not hurt you, understand?"

"Yes...Mistress," she said and I saw the hunger in her eyes.

After the bill was paid, we slipped into the men's room and found our friends there. I was glad it was a single occupant room as I locked the door and introduced Ellen to the men. They were both well-built with deep tans and sandy colored hair. I noticed they kind of looked the same.

"Are you brothers or something?" I asked.

"Yes," one of them said. "I'm Steve and this is Ryan."

"Oh cool," I giggled and stepped to one side. "Ellen...please show Steve and Ryan a good time."

"Yes, Mistress," she said as she got down on her knees.

I smiled at my good little slut and leaned against the wall as Steve undid his fly to take out his semi-hard cock. Without encouragement, she immediately took him in her hands and began to suck his cock. Again, she expertly sucked and licked his cock like she had to Eric earlier. Within no time, he was hard and groaning. He pushed her head away and slapped her face with his cock.


Ellen



I was like many 18 year old boys were at the time – a virgin and desperate to change it. Again like many in that situation I had an extensive theoretical knowledge of sex through reading porn. Though if I had believed what I read I would have thought that an average length for a male was 10 inches.

And yet again like so many with my predicament I was too shy to suggest it to any of the girls who might have consented to change my lot. And those who did indulge always seemed to go for the more confident types.

Thus I started to channel all my energies into running and karate. At secondary school I had done gymnastics so I had always been fairly fit but this new found activity turned my previously slim figure into a strong muscled one with a six pack that I have had to work hard in recent years to keep. 

Ellen joined the karate class about a year after I had done so and I don't remember what her body had been like when I had known her at school but now her curves had my imagination working overtime. That night there was a new subject to aid the workings of my right hand.

Soon we discovered that we lived a couple of streets apart from each other and would cycle back together. While I was still unable to overcome my shyness and suggest that we become more than friends we did become that.

The roads were deserted that night as I cycled behind Ellen, enjoying the view of her rear. I got caught at some lights when a police car was parked in the street at right angles to the one we were on so I thought it best not to jump the lights. When green light came on I started to pump the pedals in order to catch up. When I next saw Ellen she was being bundled towards a car by two yobs. Needless to say the police had not followed me, perhaps they would have done if I had jumped the lights and I would never have lost my virginity with Ellen.

I didn't stop to think, as I caught up I shouted at them to let her go.

The taller of the two delinquents did and came at me. Despite my fitness I was afraid. He was still a lot bigger than I was. Dropping into a low stance I prepared a kick. He saw it coming or thought he did. Only instead of the kick going to his groin or higher where he had prepared to catch my foot I drove the side of my foot into his knee. 

I hadn't really believed our teacher when he said that a kneecap could be broken with the sidekick. The sound taught me otherwise as did the way the yob collapsed on the floor. I then chased after the other one who despite being smaller was probably stronger. He was trying to push Ellen into the car when my spinning back kick took him in the head. My teacher would have told me I was being stupid. It wasn't a good kick and I was off balance afterwards, It did however give Ellen the chance to put her own foot into his nether regions. I tried to summon the control that I had been taught was needed at all times. 

Deciding that safety lay in being able to get away without being followed I gave him a kneecap to match his fellow would be rapist. I also took the car keys and threw them far out into the burn that ran into the Tay a mile or so downstream.

"Thanks Dave, I was really scared" Ellen sobbed.

I told Ellen that I had also been scared and also I realised lucky. I put my arms around her, feeling awkward. I could think of half a dozen people who in my naïve mind would have managed the situation a lot better. Holding her close as she cried I told her it was going to be OK. I felt guilty for noticing Ellen's nipples pressing through two t-shirts and even more guilty about an erection that I hoped went unnoticed. 

I kept one arm around Ellen's waist as we went to retrieve our bikes. As we mounted Ellen asked, "Will you stay at my place tonight, my parents are away and I don't want to be on my own."

Any other time I would have been jumping at the invitation with a whole raft of ulterior motives surging through my mind and loins. Now, I just wanted to help Ellen forget what had happened and forget it myself.

"Of course I will, If we go left here I can pick up my toothbrush and some clean clothing at the same time. "

Ellen had not really wanted to delay going home but agreed. Ten minutes later we were there. Ellen invited me in. I followed, noting the furnishings were of a rather higher standard than my own parents could afford. Ellen was still upset by what had happened, "I need to shower, I feel unclean after those too groping me." 

"Sure, where do you want me to wait?" I answered.

"You can sit on the chair in the bathroom." Came the somewhat startling reply.

I asked if she were sure. "Yes, I know I can trust you not to take advantage of me."

I wondered if she had any idea of how impure some of my thoughts had been, but I was not going to argue!

In the large bathroom Ellen pulled the t-shirt over her small head and rich dark brown hair. Shoes. track suit bottoms and knickers followed quickly. The pictures I had spent the past three years wanking over just didn't compare with reality. "Your body is just amazing." I said.

"You are the first man to see it since I was about five when dad stopped joining in bath times." Ellen replied, blushing "Even though I am 18 my parents would be shocked!"

I was in heaven, though my erection was starting to get painful, restricted as it was. This situation got worse as Ellen washed her body, clearing it of the sweat from the class and perhaps some of her feelings from the assault.

Sadly Ellen put on a white bathrobe when she was done. "Your turn now" I was told. It was all I could do not to relieve myself in the shower but I didn't, though pre-cum was leaking from the engorged head of my penis. 

By the time I was clean it had softened a little and Ellen gave me a matching robe from the cupboard above the hot water tank, explaining it was her brother's. "Let's get something to eat." 

We made our way to the kitchen and with the efficiency that only comes with lots of practice Ellen put together a salad, boiled some potatoes, "From our own garden." She explained. This was followed by two large juicy steaks going under the grill.

The conversation over the meal and a bottle of wine seems to have gone from my mind for ever but I remember later sitting on the sofa, enjoying a certain physical closeness and finishing off the remains of the bottle. 

It was a hot muggy evening which combined with the wine may or may not have influenced Ellen letting her robe open gradually more and more as time progressed. I drew ~Ellen closer and my right hand rested on her flat stomach, close to a small firm breast with a dark red nipple, surrounded by a darker brown areola. Ellen let out a contented sigh and pulled my other hand across my body and placed it on her left breast. I squeezed gently as I turned to kiss her. 

I didn't notice Ellen doing it but soon the ties on both our robes were open and our naked bodies beneath were pressed hard together. I stroked Ellen's soft rich hair with one hand as the other explored the texture of a nipple. The sighs had turned to moans though without any words that I could make out.

My kisses started moving down her body as I let a mixture of wanting everything to be good for Ellen, instinct and my reading of porn guide me. As I took a nipple between my lips, my tongue alternating between circling the areola and the nipple itself Ellen's moans got louder. 

I had shrugged myself completely clear of the robe as I headed further South. Ellen's legs opened as I started to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. Then I moved in to taste her honey pot. Initially there was not that much taste but as my tongue moved from licking her outer lips to probing her depths I tasted her flowing juices. 

Ellen was pushing her hips up into my face now and her moans had become loud enough that I was glad she lived in a detached house, not a semi- as I did. Knees spread wide her heals pressed on my shoulders as I altered my approach according to the feedback of moans and moving hips. 

Ellen gripped my head with her hands and guided me up towards her clitoris. As I took her rose bud between my lips the moans became screams. Clearly this was the spot to work on. A minute or so later amid writhing hips Ellen screamed out her orgasm.

"So that's what I taste like." Ellen murmured as I kissed her again. "Be gentle with me, it is my first time."

Mine too." I replied before adding that Ellen could say stop at any time and I would respect that. Ellen then led me towards her bedroom. I doubt if the bed would have fitted in mine, never mind have made it's way round the narrow staircase. Throwing back the covers, Ellen pushed me back onto the bed. "I have heard that it is easier for the woman to be in control if she is on top." She commented before kneeling astride me.

Ellen took my erect member in one hand and with the other took some of the copious pre-cum on a finger before licking it. She then proceeded to rub the purple head up and down her slit. I thought I had been doing well up to this point, giving Ellen an orgasm before I tried to enter her. Now my lack of experience showed. Suddenly I was spurting large amounts of white cum over her cunt and pubic hair.

I was seriously embarrassed. I tried to apologise but Ellen wouldn't let me. 

"Don't worry. You won't stay soft for long and then the fun can really begin." 

Ellen's manners were too good for her to say anything else as she had her mouth full. She licked my seed from my now soft penis, pushing her tongue into the eye each time a little more oozed out. This caused more minor twitches on the end of my orgasm. She then took me almost completely into her mouth, sucking and gently touching her teeth against my skin. Within fifteen minutes of this treatment I was ready to go again. 

Ellen knelt astride me again, placing my once more raging hard on against her opening. She pushed against me and I felt her tightness grip me. Ellen waited a while as she got used being stretched. She pulled away from me a little and then I felt myself enter a little deeper and felt the resistance of her hymen. She pulled back again and with letting her weight drop on me gasped as I tore through her maidenhead.

"Hold me." She gasped. I sat up and pulled her body against mine as Ellen let the pain gradually wash away. After a couple of minutes Ellen started to move again. The pain turning into pleasure Ellen pushed up till I was only just inside her and then buried my cock in her love tunnel again. Never had I been so hard before, or possibly just that I had never been held by a tight pussy before. Whatever, this was completely different than any of the fantasies I had had to aid the motion of my hand. 

Talking of hands mine were continuing their exploration of Ellen's body. I gripped her but and pulled on her ass cheeks each time I was engulfed. A nipple was in reach with Ellen riding me so it seemed natural to take it in my mouth and suck hard. Ellen picked up the pace and suddenly the grip around my prick tightened, it was almost painful. The next thing I knew was I was filling her with my seed as her no longer virgin muscles milked me of all the cum that was left in my balls. 

I cried out Ellen's name but probably was not heard above her own screams.

Later Ellen expressed her surprise at the amount of blood that had covered the bottom sheet. There was not much doubt it would have gone through the under-blanket and stained the mattress as well. "My plan had been to put a sheet of plastic under the sheet." She said. "Only it was going to wait till my parents go on holiday for six weeks in August." She laughed. "I decided that I needed that long to be sure but tonight made me sure."

The next week there was a piece in the local paper about two young men who between them probably had more cautions from the police claiming to have been beaten up by two cyclists. Ellen had given me the article to read that evening after her parents had shown it to her and commented that it would have been about the time we were on our way home. There was nothing written about them having tried to kidnap one of the cyclists though.

I don't think the police really made much effort to find out who had done it. Three months later they were both locked up after using a gun to hold get money from a local post office. It was not till Ellen's parents were in their eighties that her mum, Martha asked, "Was it you two who gave those two thugs a taste of their own medicine?" 

I asked whether Ellen had ever talked about that night. "No but she didn't need to. Ellen worked hard to try and get rid of the stains but I used to make all the beds in the house and I had taken the clean sheet she replaced the one you used off the bed and I saw the mess you left. Ellen always seemed happy about having you in her life so I wasn't going to ask for details about her first time."

I laughed and told Martha about how the incident earlier in the night had led to the later events being brought forward.

Martha's laugh was louder than mine. "You never did stand a chance, did you?"



Ellen



A little something about myself, my name is Ellen, I am a 32 year old from Pleasanton, California.. I'm a very petite white woman about 5'4" in my heels with deep dark red hair. I am obsessive about my body having battled extra pounds through my younger years. I now have a slim body due to all the time in the gym doing cardio w/ 32D thanks to Dr. Ostrander's fine work. My body is very curvaceous, 34D-24-32 and I get many looks that my husband gets very jealous about. My husband Mark and I meant in college & were married 5 years ago. We have an average life and we hangout on the on the club scene a lot. I have always been very happy with our sex life until just a few months ago.

My husband Mark had been talking about having his high school buddy Tim come and stay with us . Mark and Tim were high school teammates on the football team. I didn't know much about Tim, just that he was black and a ladies man. Apparently he was a star running back and my husband was his quarterback and you know football players always get the girls. I was not thrilled about this, I've never really liked any black men that I have met. They all think they are thugs and are cocky because of the because of their supposed large cocks. 

Mark finally talked Tim into coming out. Mark asked me to pick Tim up at the airport since he had to work on Friday til 4pm and the flight came in at 1pm. I pulled up looking for a black man not knowing much more. I kept eying each one seeing if they were looking for white woman in a car. I wound up getting out of the car wearing my gym clothes having come from the gym. I decided to get out of the car and get a better look. I had on my tight workout pants showing off my ample ass & tight tank top that showed off my nice 34D's. Then he approached me with his very hip hop looking outfit, he introduced himself and gave me a look up and down. He gave me a hug as I rolled my eyes. We got into my car and he just kept talking about himself, of course. I could feel his eyes looking down my shirt. He was totally checking me out, I was disgusted. We finally got back to the apartment and we talked some and I told him I was going to go take a nap before I got ready for the club. I was tired of being undressed with his eyes. Tim was nice enough but a total perve. He was even watching my ass as I walked to the bedroom. 

I was awoken to laughs and yelling from my husband and Tim. I could hear Tim say " Damn boy your girl is bangin". I went out the dining room and told Mark that we need to get ready its almost 7pm and we have to get to the city soon. We all started to get ready. I put on my newest teal dress that I bought this week. The neck plunged all the way down to the my belly button and showe off my piercing. The dress barely covered my ass. I love to dress up nice and slutty for the club. It makes me feel nice and sexy and its easy access for Mark when we get home. With my enhancements I hardly ever where a bra and like to go with no panties or g-strings. Tonight I decided on no panties. I had my makeup all done and put on my stiletto heels.

We sat at a table playing truth or dare. Tim asked me, I responded dare knowing that he wanted to know if my tits were real. I don't like telling people normally. He then dared me to flirt with the bartender for free drinks. I opened the dress up in the front a little and tweeked my nipples. I went over to the bartender who came right to me asking me what he could get for me. I twirled my hair and then touched my nipple. I ordered all 3 of our drinks and I asked him how much. He replied "just keep coming back to me beautiful". I came back to applause from the table. Mark asked Tim truth or dare. He responded with dare. He said I want you to yell out the size of your limp dick. We all laughed. Tim yelled out "I'm 8 inches limp, and pleasure for the hoes when I'm not." Mark and I called him a liar. I knew black men were supposed to be big but that had to be lie. 

Later on in the night Mark was loaded and was being a mean drunk like he can be at times. I asked Tim to dance since Mark wasn't much of a dancer. Tim and I were out dancing on the dance floor between everyone. Tim was a great dancer, we were dancing to a bunch of hip hop and club music. I love it when men can dance, we were grinding on each other and getting worked up. I saw he was getting excited and being curious so I rub up against his cock. I was shocked , I had to feel it again. We kept grinding on each other and I kept rubbing my ass on it . I could hear breathe deep. He was so turned on, as was I. As the song ended we went back to check on Mark. Security was kicking him out for being too drunk and passing out. Tim grabbed him and through Mark over his shoulder after taking off his shirt so Mark wouldn't puke on his shirt. I was amazed at Tim's physique. He had the body of a God, he had tattoos all over his arm and chest. I was definitely more turned on than I had ever been.

Mark was in the back seat. I was pissed at him already so I told Tim just to throw him back there and I wasn't going to deal with him tonight. Tim was able to drive since he only had a few drinks. I had about the same but being half his size. Mark passed out before we got on the bridge. While going over the Bay Bridge, Tim told me about how he had never danced with such a sexy woman. I told him that I had never danced with a man that could move like that . Tim then reached over and touched my left nipple through my dress. My pussy was dripping wet, he then touched my other nipple. I glanced back to see Mark passed out. All I could think of was the size of his cock when were dancing. I took his hand sucked on his thumb. I pushed his hand between my legs. He slipped in one of his fingers then two. I then took his hand and sucked my juices off his fingers. I loved seeing his dark hands on my tanned white body. We hit some traffic and we started making out. He was such a great kisser. I reached for his pants. I undid his belt buckle and then his zipper never breaking our kiss. He looked up while working through the traffic. I rubbed the enormous bulge in his boxers. He said "I saw the disbelief in your face when I yelled it out to the bar. You gonna believe it now". I unbuttoned the button on his boxers and out sprung this large organ. His cock was 9" and as thick as my wrist. He wasn't even fully hard. I let out a gasp in surprise. He said "do you believe"? I told him "I believe". Then my sexual instincts took over, I licked his shaft and rubbed his balls. I then worked my way up and down. I finally took him all the way in my mouth. He pulled back my hair and then moved his hand back to my pussy. I was in ecstasy bobbing my head up and down on this stud. I when stroked the shaft up and down and opened my esophagus and let him in as far as I could go. He then grabbed me by my hair and led me up and down the length of his cock. I loved that he took control. I was his cock sucking slut and loved every moment of it. We were back in traffic and I glanced my eyes up and saw the car next to us pointing. I was so turned on to know we were being watched. I went twice as fast and sucked that dick like a real pro. I then felt his cock tense up. I never swallow but that is all I wanted to do when it came to the black stud. Suddenly the largest load I have ever felt filled my mouth and it leaked out of my mouth while I swallowed as much as I could. Time moaned as he said " you liked sucking that black dick didn't you"? I replied with a nod while I got the cum off my lips. As some got on the front of my dress. Tim told me " I'm gonna tear up your pussy before I leave". I wanted a real man like Tim to be inside my pussy. Tim continued to play with my pussy and nipples until Mark woke up. 

Mark had blacked out and was wondering what he missed. We filled him in on everything, well almost everything. 

We helped Mark back into bed and I went to babysit Mark. Mark was esleep and Tim was sleeping in the guestroom. All I could think about was getting that large cock in my pussy and mouth.

The morning came, Mark was the first one up and he was making breakfast. I guess he was hungry after a night of puking that kept me up all night long. I got up in my nightgown a little sexier than what I would wear with a house guest but I wanted Tim to want me again. Tim came in just wearing boxers. I couldn't take my eyes off his body and the bulge in his boxers. When Mark turned away I gave Time a nice shot of my shaved pussy. I could see the movement in his boxers. My nipples were so hard seeing him effected by my playfulness. 

All three of us hung out together all day long. We went to the mall. While at lunch I slipped off one of my heels and rubbed Tim's crotch with my foot. He was having a real hard time listening to Mark talk about the good ol'days. We would be walking and Tim would grab my ass and I would try to one up him. I wanted this man bad and did everything to make sure he didn't forget.

We got home after a long day and we all went to bed. Mark was asleep and I couldn't stop thinking about the black cock in the other room. I slipped out of bed and walked into the guest bedroom. There was Tim lying on his back nude without any covers. I was drawn to this man. I slipped to the bed and put my mouth around his cock and started working on his cock and balls. He woke up and said "its about time I've been wanting that tight pussy of yours". I slipped off my night gown showing off my nipple piercing and the piercing on my clit. I kept working on this stud; the then pulled my pussy to his mouth. He had such a large tongue and before I knew it I was coming. I then straddled this monster cock that I craved. I lowered myself on his cock slowly. I got about 3 inches in and I could feel my pussy being stretched. The sharp pain was only superceded by the excitement and pure pleasure. He slowly worked in his cock 4 then 5 inches. All the time his hand playing with my nipples. When he got his entire cock in I cried out with my hand over my mouth. He was touching places that none of my lovers have ever touched.

I went into a moan. I could feel him tense up and cum inside my moist stretched pussy.

I asked him " How does that pussy feel"? As I broke into my second orgasm. He came but he was still some what hard.

He said "It's the tightest pussy I have every felt." He then grabbed my hips and moved me back and forth on his cock. 

I could feel his cock getting harder again. I moaned.

This was definitely the best sex ever. I cried out in ecstasy.

I came again, I was out of my mind. I pulled myself off of him and leaned my ass towards me. He then attacked my pussy doggy style. I could hear and feel his balls slapping my ass. 

He asked "Who's white whore are you"?

I replied in a moan " I'm your white whore. This pussy is yours"

I then came again for the fifth time. Mark had never got me to cum more than twice with his 5 inch cock.

I had never been with a real man till now and I was feeling the difference. 

I moaned out "I want your cum in my pussy, I want to feel your black seed"

He then picked up the pace and we both moaned in ecstasy. I then rolled over and we held each other. I told my black lover that I didn't want him to leave on Sunday. He said that he wanted to fuck my pussy everyday. I told him that he will have to come back soon and I would eventually make some trips out to Florida to be with him for some crazy sex. 

After Tim left Mark and I continued on with our lives and I would always tell him to invite over Tim. He was a sweet guy. He would tease me saying he was "black". I told him that I like him and way and that this was a new me. If only he knew the me, like my black cock stud. 



Ellen



I sat at the lunch table, quietly eating my salad, as I listened to my husband Sam, banter with Scott Morrison. My heart was pounding, my pussy was leaking and my gut was filled with guilt. All because, that within the hour, I am going to ask Scott to fuck me. Sam is the sweetest, most lovable, teddy bear of a man. He is generous to a fault and really and truly worships me and I love him totally in return. Yet I know I am going to betray that love with this handsome, arrogant young man sitting across from him. I can't explain what is driving me to do this, even though I know, it is completely wrong.

I am Ellen, 39 tears old and Sam is 45. We have been married for 15 years and have no children. We own a dress shop that has been very successful in our small Midwestern city. Sam works long hours and we are open six days a week and several nights until 9:00pm. I help out on the sales floor when we are busy, and I do most of the buying. Tuesdays and Thursdays, are the days we schedule the salesmen to call. Scott is one of those salesmen. He looks like a clone of Brad Pitt and he reminds me of Joe D'Amato.

Joe was my first crush, my first love and my first lover. He was the bad boy I couldn't bring home to mother. The kid that skipped school two days a week, wore a T shirt with no sleeves, and rode a motorcycle. He was the guy, who in the movies had the duck tail haircut and a lock of hair dangling down his forehead. All the girls adored him but I got him, at least for the last half of my senior year in high school. I loved him despite the fact that he treated me like shit and the more he did, the more I crawled back for more. He would make a date with me and then stand me up, then make me apologize because I got the day wrong. He would make me go without panties or a bra and wear the tightest tube tops and jeans I could fit into. He made me look like a slut and treated me like one and he made me like it. When he took my virginity it was a virtual rape. Sex with him was always rough and my body loved it. I loved it, it was all I knew and it lasted for almost five months until I got an STD. By the time I realized what the discharge was and got to the doctor's, the infection had spread to my ovaries and I was sterile. Luckily, I went off to college to study marketing and got away from him. He later died in a motorcycle accident one rainy winter night. After my experience with Joe, I didn't date much in college and the dates that I did have, didn't amount to much.

After college I got a job in New York as an assistant buyer with one of the major department stores and it was there that I learned the dress business. One day, in a buying office, I met Sam. He took me to lunch and later asked me for a date the following week. We dated for six months and it was nothing like Joe. Sam is a gentlemen and truly a gentle man. The first time we made love went like this:

"Ellen, will you marry me?"

"Sam you surprised me."

"I have been trying to get up the courage to ask you for months. You must know I have feelings for you."

"I have feelings too, but I don't know if that is love."

"For me it is, I know I love you."

He was kneeling in front of me when he proposed and he bent forward and kissed my knee. Then he rose up on his knees, moved between my thighs and kissed me on my lips. My hands went to his head and I pulled him tight against me then my legs wrapped around his body. He opened my blouse and kissed the tops on my breasts and I moaned and opened my bra. He suckled on my tits like he was the baby I could never have and some thing opened up in me. I fumbled with his belt and zipper and soon he was inside of me. It was the first time I felt love since Joe, but it was different. It was sweet love, fulfilling for me like it had never been with Joe. With Joe it was rough and brutal and just for his pleasure. With Sam it was for me, considerate, tender, and undemanding. When it was finished I looked at him and said,

"I guess we are engaged now."

His smile would have lighted up a coal mine at midnight. I told him I couldn't have children but he didn't care, it was me he was in love with. We married and much to my surprise I really grew to love the man. So I ended up with him in his store and the business flourished.

Three months ago, Scott showed up place of the regular salesman from our major supplier.

"Hi I'm Scott Morrison. I'll be calling on you now. Irv had a heart attack and he had to retire."

"That's too bad. He and I always got along well and he always had a good line to show me." Scott's snappy reply was,

"Well I have a good line for you too."

That should have been my first clue. He was at least ten years younger than me and he had the same conceited arrogance that Joe had. He was even better looking. 

"Where is your sample case?" I asked.

"I have too much to show you here. Come up to my hotel room. I have a trunk full of stuff you will love."

Well trunk shows are not unusual in the garment business. What was unusual was that they were not usually held for one buyer at a time. I saw nothing sinister about the invitation and after telling Sam where and why I was going, I was off to see the line. 

We got there and he did have huge line to show me. Dresses, blouses and skirts, most were for younger women, but plenty that we could use. One dress caught my eye,

"It's beautiful," I told him, but too daring for our clientele.

"What are you talking about? It would look good on you."

"No," I said, "It's too revealing and I am too old to wear this."

"Ridiculous, what are you, a size five? So is this one, try it on. I'll go to in the hall."

I put the dress on but I had to leave off my bra. It did look good and I felt naughty like I did when I was with Joe. I let Scott back into the room and I saw the admiration in his eyes. 

"Look at yourself," he said, and standing behind me he took me by my shoulders and moved me in front of the mirror.

"You are gorgeous and sexy."

His hands slid down my bare arms and I shivered. He ran his hands up and down my arms again and then encircled my waist. He pulled me against him and I didn't resist. I could feel his hard cock against my ass.

"You really are beautiful," he hissed in my ear.

For the life of me, I don't know why, but I couldn't break away from him. It must have been memories of Joe. His hands moved up from my stomach to cover my breasts and I moaned as he pinched my nipples. He kissed my neck, right below my ear and chill ran up my spine. 

"I want you. I am going to fuck you."

"Not before hell freezes over." I replied

"It's going to be a cold, cold winter." he said, 

One hand went under my skirt to cover my mound and with the other he turned my head towards him and kissed me. I couldn't help myself. I turned in his arms to face him and I returned his kiss. I was so turned on. The hand under my skirt covered my ass and the other held my face to his. He tongue fucked my mouth as his finger slid into my ass. I was lost in lust, Sam was forgotten, and this was the way I needed to be taken.

"I am going to fuck you," he repeated, "but not until you ask me too."

"That day will never come." I replied.

"It's almost here now."

With that he released me, turned away and started to pack the truck. My nipples were like bullets and my pussy was leaking down my leg. 

"I'll be damned if I am going to ask you."

"We will see," was his reply as he walked out the door.

I was furious. I changed into my own clothes, slammed the door as I left, and drove home. I was so horny when I got there, that I ran into the bed room, stripped and masturbated. It was no substitute for the real thing. He had turned on something inside of me that I had thought was long dead. I couldn't wait until next months visit.

"Hello Ellen," 

I wanted to strangle him, I wanted to fuck him, and I wanted him to touch me.

I had practically raped Sam when he came home that night last month and again for several nights afterwards. Sam loved it; it's a good thing he didn't know why.

"Hello Scott. No samples again?"

"I didn't get an order last time and the line is even bigger now."

"Then I guess I will have to go with you to look at it again."

"Sam, I am going with Scott," I called out. 

"See you at home," Sam replied.

We walked into his room and as I turned to him, he lifted my sweater and pulled it over my head. As we kissed he opened my bra and my naked tits pressed against his shirt. Our tongues were fighting as my hands went to his belt; it was no struggle to get his zipper down. I sank to my knees and took his cock in my hands. It was beautiful, circumcised and fat. I licked it, Then I sucked it as I caressed his balls, and I made him cum in my mouth. He was delicious and I swallowed it all. We undressed and then he went down on me. He licked and sucked on my clit, tongue fucked my cunt, and he had me to the edge three times and backed off.

"Ask me to fuck you,"

"No, I can't do that to Sam. Just do it."

"You have to ask me."

"Damn you I won't."

He got up and started to dress.

"You just want to humiliate me." I said.

He smiled, finished dressing, and walked out of the room. The bastard left me totally aroused, aching for release and he walked out. I screamed in frustration. The son of a bitch knew just which of my buttons to push. Needless to say, my vibrator and Sam got good workouts for the rest of the week.

The next four weeks were torture. All I could think of was his cock and how it would feel inside of me. He had me hooked. I guess I never got over Joe and I never gave any thought about what I was doing to Sam. The day came and we all went to lunch. Scott and Sam had hit off well and the two were chatting about sports and business when suddenly Sam said, 

"My god, look at the time, I have to get back to the store. You two finish up and take care of the orders. See you next month Scott. See you at home dear."

With that he gave me a kiss and walked out. Scott looked at me and said,

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"You know damn well what. Ask me what I want to hear or I get up and walk out."

"Please."

"Please what?"

I took a deep breath.

"Please fuck me."

I said it; I surrendered to the bad boy again, to the kind of man I couldn't resist. He lifted my hand to his mouth a kissed it. We went back to his room and he said,

"Get naked," and I stood naked in front of him. 

"Take my cock out." I opened his belt and his zipper and took it out. I was totally under his control.

"On your knees bitch and lick it." I complied. I licked the length of his shaft. I had been dreaming about it for weeks. It was as delicious as I remembered. The precum at the tip was ambrosia. 

"Do you like to lick my cock? Look up at me slut."

He was right; I was a slut, a married slut. I looked up, my mouth full of cock and I nodded, yes.

"What do you want me to do with my cock?"

I was beyond redemption, I had no pride left.

"Please, fuck me."

He had me get up and lean on the bed, on my elbows. He kicked my legs apart and spread my buttocks.

"Where do you want it, in your ass or in your cunt?"

"Any where, just fuck me damn it," and he slid into my cunt.

Just as he entered me, the door to the room opened and there stood Sam. He just stood there not saying a word but the look on his face said it all. Scott pulled out while he was still cumming and sprayed all over my ass. I had started my orgasm and it wouldn't stop. I fell on my face on the bed and I lay there quietly crying. Sam turned, handed some money to the chamber maid who let him and said,

"We had the right room," then he advanced into the room and said,

"You goddamn whore, did you open your legs for every one who would stick his cock in you?"

I could hear his rage and see it on his face, it was almost purple. He turned to Scott, raised his fist to strike him and then collapsed. Scott looked at him and hurriedly began to put on his clothes.

"Sam," I cried out, "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Sam? Sam? What wrong with him Scott?"

Sam just laid there, a crumpled heap on the floor. I ran to him and gently slapped his face.

"Sam, Sam, wake up."

He didn't move.

"Scott do something. Please help him." Scott just stood there, a frozen statue.

Fortunately the chamber maid called the front desk and they called an ambulance. It only took about ten minutes until the EMTs arrived. Scott had disappeared and I was still kneeling next to Sam, naked with my ass covered with cum. 

"What's wrong with him?" I demanded of them.

"I don't know yet lady. Why don't you move away and get dressed and let us do what we can for him."

I then realized that I was naked and I could feel the drying cum on my ass. I ran for my clothes, took them into the bathroom and cleaned myself as well as I could. I came out just as they started to wheel him out on the gurney.

"Where are you taking him?" I asked.

"Mercy hospital is the closest but if you are the next of kin you have another choice."

"Mercy is fine. What happened to him?"

"It looks like he had a stroke, but we won't know for sure until the doctors look at him.

Did anything happen to raise his blood pressure suddenly," he said with a knowing leer.

"I am his wife and I will ride with you."

"Sorry not allowed, but you can see him in the emergency room as soon as he is stabilized."

As I drove to the emergency room I began to realize the enormity of my transgression. What had I done to Sam? He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I was willing gamble his love for a hot fuck. What was wrong with me? I had lost my ability to become a mother to a boy who only wanted to use me and now I might lose the husband I did love because of the temptations offered by a man I really didn't even like. I made up my mind that no matter what condition he was in, I would be the best wife I could be for as long as he was alive. I got to the emergency room and of course he was still comatose. I went every day and he did regain consciousness on the third day, however his right side was paralyzed and he could not speak. After a few days they moved him to a private room and I spent almost all day with him for a week. I could tell he did not want me there. If I tried to feed him he turned his head away, I knew he could understand me when I talked to him. When I told him how sorry I was, I could see the disbelief and hatred in his eyes. At the end of the second week they told me that there was nothing more they could do for him and that I should take him home or send him to a nursing home. I said,

"No! No nursing home for my husband. He is coming home with me."

Sam came home and I arranged for someone to care for him during the day. I had to go back to run the store. I fed him breakfast and dinner and talked to him all the time I was with him. Eventually he accepted my aid and the hatred seemed to disappear from his eyes. I even took to lying next to him in his bed with my head on his shoulder and I would drape his right arm over my chest. I talked to him all the time about how much I loved him and what we would do when he got better. Some times I kissed him on the lips and sometimes on his nipple. I played with the hair on his chest and eventually with his cock.

I told him how much I missed having him make love to me and how sorry I was that I had let Scott seduce me. One evening while I had my hand on his cock, I felt it stirring and growing in my hand. I looked up at Sam and said,

"Does this mean what I think it does?"

He was blinking his eyes like crazy.

"Whoa there", I said, "Blink once for yes and twice for no."He blinked once.

"You like what I am doing?" one blink.

I stroked and caressed it and then leaned down and took it in my mouth. It didn't take too long before he came and I sucked him dry. It felt so good to give him that little bit of pleasure.

"I hope you liked that, Sam," one blink, "Do you ever think you can forgive me?" 

Two blinks. 

"Well I don't care I am going to do that for you every day until you do."

His lips couldn't smile but I swear his eyes did. 

By now he had gained some dexterity with his left arm and he was able to return some of my caresses. His hand could grasp my tit and even pinch my nipple and in time he was able to finger fuck me. It was good for him and wonderful for me. Even though he wouldn't admit it, I think he had forgiven me. The day came when I had him good and hard and I thought the time was right. I was lying by his side and rolled on top of him.

"I am going to fuck you Sam."

I straddled him, rose up on my knees and guided his cock into my pussy. He was blinking as fast as he could.

"Sam I love you. I always have and I always will. I don't know why I ever went with Scott and I promise I never will again, not with him or any one else. No matter whether you forgive me or not, I will always be here with you."

I settled all the way down and he filled me as only he could. My heart was bursting with love for this man that I had wronged and I pledged my self to his welfare forever more and I told him that. I moved on his cock slowly at first and as my climax approached his hand covered my tit and I came and so did he. I fell forward and kissed him and I felt his lips move on mine. 

"Sam I love you and I will take care of you until the day I die."

Sam lasted two more years before another stroke took him from me. He never admitted that he forgave me but I knew from the way he looked at me that he had.



Ellen --- A BDSM Gorean Tale



Preface

Ellen Petrovich was an outstanding graduate student in physics and electrical engineering at MIT. She was on the verge of a major breakthrough---cold fission. The basic idea was laughably simple; it merely relied on some observations of the fundamentals of physics itself. There is an absolute zero, there is a maximum velocity a particle can attain, and there are intrinsic absolute properties. Ellen observed that most of the Uranium in nuclear reactors wasn't used. In fact, the spent Uranium rods could be bred back up. But that wasn't her thesis. She looked at the Fundamental Law of Radioactive Decay. 

The Fundamental Law of Radioactive Decay states that the decay rate is constant. This is true over all classical ranges in temperature, pressure, electromagnetic fields, and gravitation. It is known that a neutron, for example, accelerated to a velocity near that of light decays less rapidly. This is a result of the phenomenon of time dilation, a relativistic effect. Ellen wondered if the velocity of light in a vacuum were a maximum, could there be a corresponding minimum? 

Ellen did a "Gedanken Experiment." She observed that a particle with a given spin keeps the same spin whether or not the reference plane is spinning. Just as the speed of light in an accelerated reference plane is constant. Could the quantum spin somehow be used to accelerate radioactive decay even as relativistic speeds dilate it? In particular she theorized that a non-linear spin reversal sequence could pump the long half-life Uranium 238 into an early radioactive decay. Thus "cold fission" would generate massive energy sources. 

Her work was noticed by the Fossil Fuel Fellowship. The Fossil Fuel Fellowship (F-cubed, or F^3) is made up of crude oil, natural gas, and Old King Coal, the titular head. Ellen Petrova Petrovich would have to be silenced. But such a genius would be missed and a simple abduction was too risky. There was only one safe way for her to vanish: captured and sent to counter-Earth, Gor. The F^3 would sell out humanity itself and give the human race over to aliens for a profit. A shadowy rogue figure from the Internet called "Kur" would perform this dastardly feat. 

The Abduction

It was a textbook abduction. The agents of the Kur studied her movements and activities. She frequently studied late on Saturday nights in the Physics Building. There were no security cameras and the old locks on the doors were easily picked. There would be no evidence of forced entry. Two agents of the Kur picked the lock at a late hour. They drove a van with the University markings of the physical plant. Plumbing repairs were always happening in the older buildings: toilets overflowing, ruptured water pipes, and steam leaks. The van would arouse no suspicion. Once inside the building Ellen was quickly apprehended, anesthetized, and loaded into the van. Her next stop would be slavery in counter-Earth, Gor.

There were a dozen girls in the hold of the ship. They were caged separately. When Ellen awoke she found herself in a company of nauseated young girls. Young but legal. All were between twenty-one and twenty-four years old. Ellen was barely twenty-one. The hold stank of vomit and urine. Ellen fought the nausea from the anesthetic and the stench. She held her urine as long as she could and then wet herself. In the cramped cage she was unable to undress. 

The space ship was piloted by two burly churls: Thorius and Igor. Both had simian ridges, slack jaws, and receding hairlines. Thorius looked over the manifest. "There is one I want for my own," Thorius exclaimed. "I've always had a hankering for higher education. Ellen blushed at overhearing this announcement. Ellen was curious about the space craft itself. She could imagine back engineering it. Surely these two brutes would have no idea of the propulsion system for such an advanced craft. 

The landing was unexpectedly smooth. Now it seemed that this new world had slightly less gravity than Earth. Eleven of the girls were un-caged and led out in a coffle. Ellen could see in a reflection the massive beast waiting for the cargo. 

"There are only eleven," Kur Bigfoot complained. 

"One died in transit," Thorius answered nonchalantly. "We ejected the corpse. Standard protocol." Bigfoot frowned but said nothing. Thorius and Igor were their only agents of abduction and had to be tolerated. 

The Cottage

After the Kur vessel was carefully camouflaged and concealed, Thorius went to the ship's hold. He rudely pulled Ellen from her cage, cuffed her hands behind her back, and locked a heavy black iron collar around her neck. He attached a chain to the collar to lead her away. 

At the first large tree with low-hanging branches he threw the leash over a branch and tied her to it. With a short Sleen knife he began cutting away her clothes. She protested, screamed, and cried to no avail. She even tried threats of what will happen when he gets caught. She struggled to keep him from pulling off her tennis shoes and socks to no avail. Now she was naked except for collar and cuffs. 

Thorius built a fire and burned her clothes. Ellen was embarrassed and humiliated. Then Thorius untied her and lead her to his cottage. Ellen was unused to walking barefoot. She stumbled and jerked. Thorius kept tension on the leash. Her feet were bruised and scratched when they arrived at the cabin. 

"I'm thirsty and hungry," Ellen complained. "And remove these cuffs and collar at once." 

"Girl will call me 'Master,'" he retorted and leashed her to a floor ring. Then he took a five-pronged leather whip and began striking her back, buttocks, and legs. 

"Master," she cried. "Please." 

Thorius turned Ellen over on her back. In the supine position he forced her legs apart with his knees. She whimpered and cried as his massive member ruptured her hymen. Her blood lubricated her dry vagina. She had been opened. After he was satisfied, he put out two bowls for her, one with slave gruel and one with water. Ellen was hungry and thirsty. She swallowed her pride and ate like a dog, her hands still behind her back. While she was eating, Thorius came up behind her and shoved a finger into her rectum. She tightened her ass cheeks and he laughed. Ellen was crimson with embarrassment. 

The next morning Thorius untied Ellen from the floor ring and took her to a grassy knoll outside the cottage. "Piss, shit here," he commanded, "Then scoot around like dog to clean asshole." Ellen squatted down as best she could and urinated. She was unable to defecate.

"Keep eye contact, girl!" Thorius ordered. Ellen couldn't imagine any worse shame and humiliation. After a few minutes, Thorius threw Ellen on her belly and inserted a suppository into her rectum. "Hold it until I give permission." Ellen couldn't believe the indignity. She was a scholar and a musician, a piano player. She was being treated worse than a dog. She imagined that things couldn't get worse. But they did.

The Training

Thorius was amused and proud to have an educated woman as a slave. He had dropped out of high school in the tenth grade. He loved to humiliate and embarrass her. For any slight imperfection he would take pleasure in whipping her. 

"Nadu!" he barked and Ellen quickly assumed the Gorean slave position, kneeling with her spread widely apart, her breasts prominent, her privates exposed, vulnerable, unprotected, and her palms facing upwards. Thorius would have her hold the position while he massaged her breasts and rubbed her pussy. The pale, thin blonde girl looked up with large blue eyes begging mercy. "Eyes downcast," Thorius commanded and Ellen obeyed. She was learning quickly. 

Over time Ellen learned the basic Gorean slave positions: the Nadu, exposing her privates; the Tower, kneeling with her knees together; the Bara, lying supine on her belly; and lesha, a standing position to be leashed. She also mastered a belly dance. Thorius liked the belly dance because Ellen had to hold her hands high above her head and display her hairy armpits. Ellen would soon learn that most Gorean girls disliked hirsute underarms. This was still another means to embarrass the girl.

Ellen was forced to wash, clean, scrub and mind the kitchen. Her days were menial, manual labor. She was forced to have sex with her Master first thing every morning and last thing every night. Sex was always the same: Fellatio and swallowing his cum, "missionary" vaginal penetration with French kisses, and sodomy. Thorius was demanding. No matter how sore her rosette, Thorius penetrated her rectum distending her tiny, taut, tight anus. The Tavern

After a month of training, Thorius took Ellen to a tavern. When he arrived there was a large crowd. Ellen was embarrassed to kneel in Nadu naked before male eyes and other slave girls. She noticed that almost all of the other slave girls were wearing silks and all the other girls had shaved armpits. 

Once in the Tavern, Thorius had Ellen dance naked in the sandpit. The only dance she knew was the belly dance, revealing her hirsute underarms. The other girls giggled and made fun of her. The masters roared with raucous laughter. "Show your stuff, Ellen girl!" Thorius shouted. "Masturbate and climax here. Let them see the oils of submission streak down your youthful inner thighs." Ellen was horrified. She knew not to disobey. She began rubbing her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other. Embarrassed and humiliated she could not climax. 

Ellen looked to her master with tearful blue eyes and begged: "Please, Master." Someone tossed her a dildo. She tried inserting it and pushing harder, faster, and deeper. She knew that she could not leave the sand pit until she came. She worked the dildo for a full half hour, at last faking a climax. By then the crowd had grown bored of the same show.

The Run Away

There was a large crowd in the Tavern and much noise. Dancing in the pit was the first time that Ellen had been uncuffed and outside of a cage. She hurried from the sand pit into the crowd and made it to an exit. Thorius was drinking and did not notice her getaway. When he realized that she was gone, he raised an alarm. The free men and slave girls did not appreciate his treatment of the girl and paid him no mind. 

Ellen ran into the street. She saw a huge building with a blue banner. It was the library, known in Gor as the "Scribery." She hide there until morning. A female Scribe found her sleeping in the stacks. She would be safe for the moment. But what will happen next?

19 September 2010 Taunus Trumbo 



Ellen --- A BDSM Gorean Tale Ch. 02



Chapter 2---A Gorean BDSM Story

In The Scribery

Ellen escaped from the cruel and sadistic master named "Thorius." She hid in the stacks of the Scribery (library) amongst the scrolls and books. The next morning she was discovered by Lady Starlet. Lady Starlet is a Scribe, of the Gorean Blue Caste. Thorius is a peasant of the Brown Caste. The only Caste that is lower than the Brown Caste is that of the Assassins of the Black Caste. 

"What are you doing here, girl?" Lady Starlet asked. She had heard rumors that a slave girl had escaped from her master. There were also rumors about the girl and her treatment by a sadistic churl. But she means to ferret them out herself. 

Ellen began to cry. "I, a girl, was scared and ran away, Mistress," Ellen answered. "Please don't make me go back to him, Mistress. He was the cruelest man." Ellen looked up with big baby blue eyes. 

Lady Starlet looked down with brown eyes. "You know that they are looking for you, girl? You will be caught and returned to your master, who may punish you severely or even kill you." 

"Can you hide me, Mistress?" Ellen begged. She looked up with pleading eyes. I'll do anything that you ask." 

"Does a girl know what would happen to me for helping a runaway slave girl?" Lady Starlet asked. "Well, I will tell you. She would be brought before a magistrate and most likely sold into slavery herself."

Ellen shuddered. The thought of a free woman losing her freedom made her shiver. Nonetheless, Lady Starlet allowed the conversation to continue. Ellen assumed the Gorean "Tower" position, keeping her knees close together and staring downwards. 

Lady Starlet noticed Ellen's nipples becoming stiff and erect and her areolas pucker and change hue from light pink to a darker red, engorged and tumescent. Could this barbarian earth-girl be a lesbian as well. Lady Starlet was Gorean born and raised. She was curious about a girl rumored to be a genius with Third Knowledge. The risk seemed more and more worth taking. 

"What are you called, girl?" Lady Starlet asked.

"Whatever a Mistress wishes," she answered and then quickly added: "This girl has been called 'Ellen' before, Mistress." Ellen pressed her palms against the upper legs and squeezed her knees even tighter together. She felt her pussy getting wet and felt the oils of submission dampen her perineum and ass crack. 

"What did your master do to you, Ellen?" Lady Starlet asked. 

"Many dirty things, Mistress," she whimpered. "He afforded this girl no privacy, even for her necessary bodily functions. He punished this girl often with a five-pronged leather whip. He made the girl beg for her whippings and thank him for abusing her. And many other things as well! Of course he raped and sodomized this girl daily, sometimes several times a day. He did not care how sore or swollen a girl was, either."

"I see," Lady Starlet murmured. It was clear that Thorius's actions were despicable and depraved; however, they were not illegal under Gorean law. It would not be sufficient to allow the girl to be re-collared. To hide and conceal Ellen would be a dangerous thing to do. 

Ellen's stomach growled. It was clear that she was hungry. "Come with me, girl," Lady Starlet commanded. 

The two went to private quarters above the Scribery. Lady Starlet gave Ellen some bread and fruit and some Bosk milk to drink. "Slowly, girl," Lady Starlet cautioned. Ellen was able to slow down. This was the first food other than slave gruel that she had since leaving Earth. 

"How may a girl thank you, Mistress?" Ellen asked. 

"Kisses are acceptable," Lady Starlet answered. She turned, her back facing Ellen, and she threw back her gown of concealment. Her rump was pale and pristine. Lady Starlet spread her glorious, blemish-free, flawless hemispheres and revealed the most gorgeous rosette that Ellen had ever seen. Her anus was truly a "Glory of Glories," perfect pink and hairless. Lady Starlet was a dark brunette with a heavy bush on her Holy of Holies, but her perineum and crack were hairless.

Ellen did not hesitate. She wasted no time in pushing her pouty, pink lips to Lady Starlet's asshole. She purred and moaned. Honey nectar dripped from Lady Starlet's vagina. Her vulva was fragrant with perspiration of arousal. Ellen licked Lady Starlet's pink star and gave her a deep-tongued French kiss. The two rocked back and forth in an ecstasy of atavistic animal attraction. There was chemistry for sure. 

Pausing, Ellen asked a question: "May a girl be so bold as to ask how a Lady's rosette is so pink and pure and how she hasn't even a tiny pubic hair on her perineum or about her anus?" 

Lady Starlet laughed. "After my morning bowel movement, I have a girl scrub me well with herbal soap and pluck any tiny hairs with tweezers. Few girls ever miss a chance to be amorous with my rosette. But few have been so enthusiastic as you girl. You are winning my heart. Look at how wet my pussy is!" 

"Mine too, Mistress," Ellen uttered. She was red with embarrassment as oils of submission streaked down her soft, milky inner tights. 

"There is one other matter, Ellen," Lady Starlet mentioned. "Are you the barbarian girl who is supposed to have the Third Knowledge?"

"I do not understand what 'Third Knowledge' means, Mistress," Ellen responded. 

"See that light globe there, girl," Lady Starlet pointed to an energy bulb, emitting light with no wick or candle. "Do you know how that works? It came from the Priest-Kings." 

"If Mistress will permit me, I may be able to back-engineer it," Ellen replied. Ellen wondered how, in this world without even an internal combustion engine or a steam engine they could have such an energy bulb. 

"What is 'back-engineer'?" Lady Starlet asked. 

"Take it to pieces and figure out how it works!" Ellen answered. 

"That is like so forbidden and prohibited! Let's do it!" Lady Starlet squealed. Ellen started to jump up and down. It was no clear that Lady Starlet would hide Ellen from her lawful owner and master. Just how angry and furious will Thorius become?

21 September 2010 Taunus Trumbo 



Ellen --- A BDSM Gorean Tale Ch. 03



Lady Starlet

Keeping a secret such as harboring a runaway slave girl is not an easy thing to do. While the Free of the city highly disapproved of the way Thorius treated Ellen, his collared slave girl, they respected his property rights more highly. Lady Starlet gave Ellen a blue robe of concealment, as if she were also a Scribe. 

Lady Starlet and Ellen took one of the energy bulbs and broke it open. Since it shown only during times of darkness, Ellen looked for the photosensitive cell. The wiring was Silver, not Copper or Aluminum. The bulb was one huge light-emitting diode (LED), beyond contemporary human technology. [It was] white light without heat. Ellen was able to trace out most of the circuitry. The power supply was a puzzlement, an enigma to her. 

"Do we have chemicals in Gor?" Ellen asked Lady Starlet. 

"Yes, lye, aqua forte, aqua Regina, caustic soda, and others," Lady Starlet answered. She was intrigued with Ellen's knowledge. She then observed that Ellen was trying to determine the chemical composition of the components. The power supply seemed to be the most troublesome. 

"We need to make a 'cloud chamber,' Mistress," Ellen stated. They set about to make this layman's Geiger Counter. Ellen then ascertained that the power supply was radioactive. What a find. Back on earth this power supply would make her a billionaire! But they were in Gor. (Ah shucks.) 

Lady Starlet kept a careful journal, asking many questions of Ellen and writing down every test and comment. For sure they were going to unravel one of the secrets of the Priest-Kings of Gor. Ellen was stumped as to the inner workings of the power supply. Just as everything was going well, there was a knock on the door. It was the Lady Magistrate and a dozen burly warriors, in full battle attire. 

"What do we have here?" she asked. Noticing the broken energy bulb and the chemicals, she blanched. "Sardar will not be pleased! Seize the girl and Lady Starlet as well." The men were nonplussed. "One of these two women is a slave girl," she shouted, face-stripping both of them. Ellen's collar was seen. "And soon both will be collared. Collar Lady Starlet! She has forfeited her freedom the day she took in a runaway slave girl." One of the warriors collared Lady Starlet and gave the tiny collar key to Lady Magistrate. 

The Court

The Magistrate presiding over the court is Lady Bryce. The word spreads quickly that Thorius's girl Ellen is on the docket along with Lady Starlet, the Scribe. Lady Bryce calls the court to order.

"First, we have a runaway slave named Ellen," says Lady Bryce. She motions that Ellen is to be brought forward. Two burly male guards rudely pull Ellen before the judge and bring her naked and kneeling into the Tower Posture. "Does anyone have anything to say before this girl becomes a city slave?" 

"She is my property!" Thorius interjected. "I will take her now. Thank you Lady Magistrate." 

"Not so fast Thorius," Lady Bryce retorted. "We have sworn statements that this girl was taken from a coffle. Not only that, we have affidavits claiming that you, Thorius, have been cavorting with and are in cahoots with our blood enemies, the Kur. How do you answer this complaint?" 

Thorius is dumbfounded. He starts to say something then stops.

"I take that to be 'no contest,'" Lady Bryce states. "The girl Ellen is city property and I will take custody of her. Thorius will yield the key to her collar at once or pay for a replacement collar." The court room is filled with laughter as Thorius hands over the tiny key and storms out of the room. 

"Next, we have the issue of Lady Starlet, the former Scribe," Lady Bryce continues. "She has harbored a fugitive runaway slave. She has unlawfully destroyed an energy bulb. And, she has attempted to usurp the hegemony of the Priest-King's technology, threatening our entire city. There is no question of her guilt. She is therefore sentenced to two days on the rack for public use and thereafter she is to be branded and to be sold at auction into slavery. If there are no more issues for this court, it is adjourned." 

Lady Starlet, now slave girl Starlet, is made to undress herself in public. Lady Bryce locks a city collar about her neck. Starlet flushes red with embarrassment at being naked in public. Lady Bryce takes the blue gown of concealment and follows as two guards lead Starlet to the public stock. Starlet is made to lay on her back. The stock is a short cross. Starlet's arms are strapped down and leather belts around her abdomen, waist, and chest hold her to the board. The two men then lock her ankles into a spreader bar and tie the ends to her wrists. Her privates are unprotected, vulnerable, and available. Likewise, her rosette is exposed. 

"After one day your arms will have painful cramps, starlet," Lady Bryce informs her. "If you are loving and sweet, maybe a guard will massage your arms and shoulders. But you will need to be sweet and offer sweet kisses." Starlet blanches with terror. Then she sees a crowd beginning to gather. One of the guards rubs her vulva as he prepares to penetrate her vagina with his foul-smelling penis. Starlet turns crimson with humiliation and embarrassment. As he enters her she attempts to avoid being aroused. His sinister, lewd mouth kisses and sucks her small breasts. She cannot stop her nipples from tightening and her areolas from puckering and firming. He ejaculates inside of her lovely love canal and she shrieks in terror. Starlet has a mortal fear of pregnancy. 

A line forms. The next man is a peasant with a massive member. His glans penis strikes the terminus of her vagina. His dickhead hammers at the back of her pussy. It hurts and she cries. Lady Bryce wipes the salty tears from her hot pink cheeks. "This is number two, girl," she remarks. "In three days you can do over one hundred." Starlet gasps in terror. 

The third man has a small penis, but it is rock hard. At first it hurts, but then Starlet becomes aroused and the two climax together. Lady Bryce smiles. She kisses Starlet on her forehead and whispers: "It's nice to see you two come together." Starlet pretends that she is floating above the crowd looking down and not part of the show. She has heard of gang bangs and gang rapes before, but never experienced on or participated. 

The fourth man slides his fingers down her pussy and tries to separate her ass cheeks. Starlet clenches her hemispheres to resist. The man is angry and Lady Bryce laughs. "Relax and permit girl," she insists. "Otherwise he might injure you." 

"Please, Sir," Starlet begs. "Do not use a girl this way. She has never been touched here by a man before." The man frowns. He continues to pry her glorious hemispheres apart. Lady Bryce knows about Starlet's pride and joy, her pretty pink rosette. With a hand motion the two burly guards pry her ass cheeks apart, revealing her Glory of Glories. The man smiles. She is beautiful. He thrusts his throbbing shaft, replete with irregular, pulsating veins into her rectum. She screams as her tiny, taught, tight Taboo Treasure Trove is violated. 

A few more men take Starlet. She convulses with nausea but her stomach is empty. She pulls against the straps. Lady Bryce is becoming bored as man after man approaches. Most are vaginal; some are anal. It is clear that Starlet isn't aroused even when her breasts are massaged. Lady Bryce leaves. She tells the guards: "Take turns, do not leave her unattended. Tomorrow morning a physician will come to examine her."

Starlet's mouth is dry as she endures man after man. The sweat of different men has a sour, musky odor. As the afternoon wears on and the shades of evening begin to fall, Starlet feels a chill. After the sun sets there is only an occasional visitor. A guard gives her some water and a half bowl of slave gruel and covers her with a blanket. Now she feels the cramping in her arms and legs. She tries not to be humiliated into begging the guards to massage her limbs. 

The night lasts forever. Early in the morning a man approaches. He has been drinking and wants to use Starlet as his toilet. The guard runs him off. At last the sun comes up. As promised a physician visits the girl. 

"Soon the men will come again, girl," she remarks. "Let's have a look at you." The physician examines Starlet's vagina and rectum and applies some curative ointment. "This will help some girl for now. But she is swollen and bruised. This will only get worse. I will ask Lady Bryce to reduce her sentence. This poor girl has suffered enough." 

The first visitor of the day is a Free Woman. She comes up to Starlet and rubs her pussy. It is painful to the touch. Starlet is humiliated at her nakedness, exposition, and body odor. The Free Woman rubs Starlet's breasts. "Men don't appreciate these," the Free Woman muses. She then seizes the nipples and areolas between thumbs and forefingers. She squeezes and twists them. Starlet cries.

"Please Mistress, have mercy," Starlet begs. 

"Does it hurt girl?" the Free Woman asks. 

"So much, Lady," Starlet answers. The Free Woman spends much time pinching and twisting every soft fold of skin she can find. She is careful to avoid much bruising except for the nipples and areolas. After pinching or slapping some part, she returns to the breasts. Becoming tired, she flaps Starlet's face several dozen times and leaves. By now a crowd is gathering and men are preparing for their pleasure. 

After four or five men have pleasured themselves, Lady Bryce and the Physician return. The Physician has convinced Lady Bryce to release Starlet from the stocks and have her branded and sold. As Starlet is being released, the Free Woman who abused her earlier approaches Lady Bryce. 

"When will the auction be?" She asks. It is Lady Payne. She found great pleasure in pinching and twisting Starlet's nipples and clitoris and looks forward to a lifetime of joy and arousal with the new girl.

23 September 2010 Taunus Trumbo.



Ellen --- A BDSM Gorean Tale Ch. 04



Lady Payne

The Magistrate, Lady Bryce, takes Ellen and all the works on the energy bulb to her residence. She can see a power supply as described in "Knight and Day," even. The power supply seems to be a crystal of Uranium 238, a common isotope with a very long half-life. However, in crystalline form it is metastable. [What does "metastable" mean?] The crystal appears to have been bombarded with some other material (Lithium) so that when attached to an electric circuit, it pulses current. Now if Lady Bryce can only get Ellen and the energy bulb back to Earth? 

The slave auction for Starlet is pretty much routine as far as slave auctions in Gor go. Starlet is put on display several hours before the auction so that prospective bidders can examine her teeth, body, and body cavities. Of particular interest is Starlet's pink rosette, although it is bruised from abuse on the rack. At last the hour of the auction arrives.

"We have a girl new to slavery," the auctioneer announces. "She is literate and erudite. [She is] a true gem for a collector! We start the bidding at ten double-weight gold Tarn disks." The high initial bid makes many potential buyers turn away. 

"Ten!" Lady Payne shouts. 

"Eleven," a well-heeled merchant barks. 

"Fifteen," a wealthy warrior bids. 

"Twenty!" Lady Payne shouts. This is a lot of money for a girl. There is silence. The auctioneer tries to up the price without success.

"A trained Scribe!" he offers. "Surely she is worth more? You, over there in Blue tunic! Can't you see her worth?" The Scribe doesn't have deep enough pockets for the purchase. Lady Payne wins the bidding and takes Starlet away, naked, except for a collar and leash. Her hands are bound behind her back. Lady Payne hurries her along by switching her legs with a willow switch. 

Back at her house, Lady Payne leads Starlet to a large cage. Starlet knows that once inside, her fate is sealed. Despite switching, Starlet refuses to enter. Struggling with the new girl, there is a knock at the door. 

"You said you might need us?" a peasant male dressed in brown asks. There are two peasants at the door, share croppers on Lady Payne's estate. 

"Yes," Lady Payne replies. "Do come in and help me with this stubborn girl." 

"Of course, Lady," the man answers. "All of the village knows about how the Scribe Lady Starlet was sold into slavery. We will be glad to assist." They seize the girl and Lady Payne unleashes her. 

"Once she is in the cage, you two boys may use her as much as you want," Lady Payne states. Starlet knows now that resistance is futile. She enters the cage and the two men take turns penetrating her body cavities. While she is bruised and sore, she does not cry out. When satiated, the two prepare to exit the cage. 

"Hold her for a moment," Lady Payne requests. The two peasant men comply. Lady Payne enters the cage. She seizes Starlet's nipples and areolas between thumbs and forefingers. "Girl beg to be pinched," she commands. Starlet is silent. 

"I am not about to beg for something I don't want!" Starlet blurts out. Immediately she realizes her mistake. The two peasant men hold her more tightly. "Have mercy, Mistress," she begs. 

"Do either of you two men have a Sleen knife?" Lady Payne asks. 

"I do," one answers, drawing the shiny, sharp steel blade. 

"Hamstring the slut." Lady Payne requests. 

"A girl begs to be pinched, Mistress," Starlet begs. Lady Payne stays the order, belaying it with a raised hand. 

"Please, Mistress, pinch, pull, and twist this girl's breasts," she implores. Lady Payne smiles. She pinches, pulls, and twists the already bruised breasts. Starlet is crying but does not scream or cry out loud. 

"Good girl," Lady Payne comments. "Does it hurt Starlet?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Starlet replies. "It hurts a maximum." 

"Does a girl want her face slapped as well?" Lady Payne inquires. 

"Oh yes, Mistress," Starlet pleads, "like the other day on the rack, please." Lady Payne slaps Starlet's cheeks repeatedly. After every slap Starlet thanks Lady Payne and asks for another. At last sated, Lady Payne seizes the breasts again. 

"Oh, please torture my breasts, Mistress," Starlet begs. Lady Payne smiles and pinches, pulls, and twists Starlet's already swollen mammary. 

"Enough," Lady Payne says. When the peasants release Starlet crumples to the floor, holding her teats. The three exit the cage leaving Starlet naked lying on the cold stone floor. Once outside the cage, Lady Payne tosses Starlet a large brown wool blanket. 

Every Gorean slave girl lives in mortal fear of being hamstrung. Cutting the hamstring tendon cripples a girl and she is only fit to be a beggar of the lowest rank. Lady Payne knows this fear and plays on it to coerce Starlet into begging for abuse. 

In the morning Starlet is sore and stiff. Lady Payne comes to the cage. She asks: "Is a girl hungry and thirsty?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Starlet replies, "Your girl is hungry and thirsty, Mistress." 

"Come to the bars, stand and spread your legs, and beg to be pussy spanked, girl," Mistress Payne commands. 

Starlet moves into position, pressing her long, lean, lanky legs to the bars so that her privates are accessible, available, and unprotected. She clasps her hands behind her back. "A girl is ready, Mistress. A girl begs Mistress to spank her bruised and tumescent vulva, clitoris, and labia." She turns her toes outward to make her hypogastric triangle even more prominent. 

"A girl must not cry out or scream," Mistress Payne commands.

"Yes, Mistress," Starlet responds. Lady Payne begins by feeling Starlet's clit and vulva. Then she slaps hard. Tears swell up in Starlet's eyes. "Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?" 

Lady Payne leaves for a moment and returns with a five-pronged leather whip. Starlet blanches in fear and terror. The Lady Payne decides to hand spank her instead. Whipping and torturing her pussy with the leather slave whip might injure the girl. She spanks Starlet's pussy a dozen times, until her palm is sore and smarts. Tears stream over Starlet's hot, pink cheeks, but she doesn't cry out. 

"Now Masturbate and cum girl," Lady Payne orders. "After you cum you may be fed and watered." 

"Yes Mistress," Starlet answers. She touches her privates and breasts and jerks back in pain. Then burning thirst and gnawing hunger makes her insert fingers through the swollen vulva and into her vagina; she is able to arouse herself with greatest difficulty. Lady Payne enjoys watching the girl suffer. Somehow she manages to climax. Food and water are fetched for her. Lady Payne is surprised that the girl is able to climax, given her condition.

Energy

"I was also abducted from Earth," Lady Bryce explains to Ellen. "But I was lucky and got manumitted. This is very rare. My Master was a Scribe who was chosen by the Priest-Kings to become an Initiate. So, he could not own a girl. Anyway, rather than sell me for money he couldn't spend, he decided to free me. Now I see opportunity in the energy bulbs. I had often wondered about them myself, but with very limited scientific education or experience, I'd not even know what to look for." 

Ellen nods. "The power supply looks like 'yellow cake' that is crystalline. This could be cold fission, a mighty power source. But how can we get it to a laboratory on Earth?" Ellen asks; then she quickly adds: "Mistress." 

Lady Bryce blinks. "Yes, girl, you are a slave. It would be foolish of me to free you right here and now." Lady Bryce approaches Ellen with passion in her eyes. Ellen rocks her head back, closes her eyes, and parts her lips. Ellen has nearly forgotten how warm and sweet it is to kiss soft, feminine lips. She is so used to kissing Lady Starlet's rosette. 

The kiss continues. Tongues glide in and out. Lady Bryce rubs and caresses they firm flawless flesh of Ellen's body. Ellen feels a wetness in her pussy. Her oils of submission ooze from between pussy lips. 

"May a girl kiss your pearl and rosette as well?" Ellen asks. Lady Bryce smiles and lifts her skirt.

"I once had a dream," Lady Bryce details. "I once dreamed of learning the secrets of those Priest-Kings and laying waste to them. Once and for all. But they took my Master into the White Caste. He was a danger to them, the scientist that he was. But they also needed him, for he---like you Ellen---knows the Third Knowledge."

Ellen listens. Much was confusing to her. "Priest-Kings, Third Knowledge, the White Caste" all seemed so foreign, so alien to her. 

"let's do it!" They squeal and kiss each other. Then they fall into a sex act where Lady Bryce straps on her dildo and is demanding of Ellen. The strap-on is one inch deeper than Ellen's Holy of Holies, which combines pleasure with some pain. 

24 September 2010 Taunus Trumbo. 



Ellen --- A BDSM Gorean Tale Ch. 05



Ellen Chapter 5---A Gorean BDSM Story

Toys

Lady Payne brings a bag of clothespins. Starlet thinks that it is time to do laundry, but that's not what Lady Payne has in mind. 

"Stand up girl. Clamp a clothespin on each ear lobe, then one on each nipple, then spread your pussy lips and clamp one on each side, then..." Lady Payne paused a moment in her order, "...then attach one to a fold of skin below your buttocks and one to each big toe." Lady Payne watches as the girl attaches the first clothespin. It clearly hurts the girl. She knows that she must comply. 

"Yes, Mistress," Starlet responds. The earlobes are painful but the nipples are severely painful. She struggles and finally is able to clamp the clothespins on her nipples. Then come the tender, sensitive vulva lips. She does that. The folds of skin below her buttocks and her big toes aren't that bad. At last she's done. 

"Now, girl, pinch some skin in your armpits and clamp one on each underarm," Lady Payne commands. Starlet clamps them and waits. She is squirming and writhing in pain and agony. 

"Masturbate and climax, Starlet," Lady Payne orders. Starlet knows that is coming already. She struggles to insert fingers into her vagina, pushing aside the clothespins. Usually she is able to gain some arousal by rubbing her breasts, but they aren't available. Starlet works her G-spot. But, the combined pinching of the clothespins hampers and hinders her arousal. Lady Payne is becoming impatient. 

"Cum slut cum now!" Lady Payne demands. Starlet rubs harder, faster, deeper. Lady Payne fetches the five-pronged leather slave whip. "One more minute." 

Somehow Starlet is able to climax just a Lady Payne strikes her first blow across Starlet's carved ivory derriere. Lady Payne is pleased to see the girl's orgasm muffled and suppressed with the whip. 

"Keep coming Starlet!" She commands, delighting in watching a girl trying to maintain a climax while being whipped. Then she stops and says: "Enough! Remove those clothespins and do laundry." 

"Yes, Mistress," Starlet replies. 

That evening before bed Lady Payne brings a box for Starlet. It consists of butt plugs of increasing sizes from three centimeters in diameter to seven centimeters in diameter. Starlet knows what this means. 

"We start you off with the small one and work up," Lady Payne explains. "You wear one of these all night and, when you wake up, you masturbate and cum before removing it. From the time I say 'Starlet' you have two minutes to climax and show honey nectar or you wear the plug all day long. Understood? 

"Yes Mistress," Starlet replies. She considers all the ramifications of this situation and decides that she had better keep herself aroused sexually before the two minute time frame begins. For sure Lady Payne will not be considerate of Starlet's necessities. 

The butt plug is the beginning of Starlet's toilet play. Suffice it to say that every urination and defecation routine is enforced. But even that becomes routine after a while. 

Lady Payne tries to breathe new life into her sex play with the slave girl by forcing her to beg for every torment and usage. 

"Convince me that you want the whip, girl," Lady Payne orders. 

Starlet kneels and kisses Lady Payne's feet, "Please Mistress, use the whip on this girl. She desires it so badly. See, her pussy is wet just thinking about it. Her oils of submission streak down inner thighs wanting the whip to kiss her shoulders, back, buttocks, legs, and anywhere else a Mistress might desire." Lady Payne obliges the girl. 

The Coin Girl

After a while Starlet is unable to satisfy Lady Payne's demand. She kisses, licks, sucks Lady Payne's feet and pools honey nectar. But Lady Payne is bored. One day she calls in the two peasants and has Starlet's hamstring tendons cut. Now she cannot walk but only crawl. 

Lady Payne puts a coin box and a bell around Starlet's neck and positions her in a cart outside of the local tavern. She is for use for two or three copper coins by anyone. Starlet lifts her knees at each passer-by and shows her pussy, wet and gaping. Her anus has also been stretched to 7 cm at night and it is gaping and available as well. 

Lady Bryce hears of this situation and pays Lady Payne a visit. She arrives with two seasoned, veteran warriors. After all, Lady Bryce is the Magistrate. 

"You paid twenty double-weight gold Tarn disks for a cripple?" Lady Bryce asks. "How much does she earn a night, ten copper Tarsk disks?" 

"Not much," Lady Payne replies. She frowns. 

"You got bored with her and she no longer thrilled you with her agony," Lady Bryce interjects. "So you crippled her. Now she is almost worthless except as a beggar or coin girl." 

Lady Payne glares at the Magistrate. Then flinches as the cold eyes of the two warriors make her blood run ice cold. 

"Well, I'm going to do you a favor and buy Starlet for a single gold Tarn disk," Lady Bryce states. 

"And if I don't want to sell her?" Lady Payne asks. 

Lady Bryce coughs. She warns: "After all, Lady Payne, this is a man's world and I am the magistrate. Should you violate any statute or law, you might be worse off than Starlet." The two warriors chuckle. 

Lady Payne's face turned pale with fear. "Deal," she responds. "Give me the coin and take the slut. Here is the key to her collar." She hands Lady Bryce a small silver key. 

From the front of the Tavern the warriors wheel Starlet away to the Magistrate's quarters. Once inside, she dismisses the two bailiffs. As soon as they depart a man in a green tunic with a large black bag appears. I am Scrotus, Physician in Gor and Medical Doctor on Earth. I have brought with me a tendon repair kit, two in fact. A little anesthesia and you will wake up walking, albeit painful for the first few days." And it happens just that way. 

25 September 2010 Taunus Trumbo



Ellen --- A BDSM Gorean Tale Ch. 06



Ellen Chapter 6---A Gorean BDSM Story

Delirium 

Starlet and Ellen are sleeping side-by-side when Ellen notices Starlet rubbing her pussy and groaning. "Starlet?" Ellen asks. "Are you alright?" Starlet awakes with a jerk. 

"I thought I was back with Lady Payne," Starlet replies. "She was the cruelest woman. It was more a delirium than a dream," she confesses. 

"Do tell, sister," Ellen requests. 

"Lady Payne would insert some huge butt plug into me before bed at night. In the morning she would give me two minutes---no more---to climax. If I couldn't then I'd have to wear the butt plug all day long. I got used to keeping myself aroused early in the morning," Starlet replies. She continues: "I would be so sore. She made me beg to be permitted to urinate and defecate. And I had to face her and make eye contact. I even had to beg to clean myself." Starlet sniffles. 

"Thorius did that and more to me," Ellen confides. "He kept me on a leash. He would make me squat in the grass like a dog and defecate without urinating. I couldn't 'go' sometimes and he would put a suppository in me then force liquids and make me hold my stool for hours. It was inhuman. Then I had to scoot around in the grass like a dog to clean myself." 

"The worst was the rack that Lady Bryce put me on," Starlet relates. "Man after man used and abused me. Some anally. Some were dirty and sweaty and gritty. I fainted again and again, being aroused from delirium by some hand on my privates or breasts or the pressure of a penis penetrating my rectum. The next morning Lady Payne came by pinching and slapping me. She pinched my nipples and areolas and slapped my face a dozen or more times. She then bought me at auction. You know what else she would do?" 

"Do tell," asks Ellen with fascination in her eyes. 

"She would have me beg to be spanked, pinched, or whipped," Starlet relates. "She would only abuse me if I begged for it. I had to kiss her feet and plead for her to whip me and then thank her and ask for more. She insisted that I convince her that I loved the abuse. I knew a terrible fate would occur if I failed to please." 

"Are you angry with Lady Bryce for sentencing you to the rack and slavery?" Ellen inquires. 

"It is Gorean law," Starlet replies. "I knew the dangers but opted to take the risk. It could have been worse. She could have left me there longer." 

"Now she owns both of us," Ellen comments. "What can we expect?" 

"I suspect Lady Bryce would want to solve the mystery of the Priest-Kings' energy bulb,: Starlet surmises. 

"Were you aware that Lady Bryce once was a slave girl herself?" Ellen asks Starlet. 

"I was not," Starlet replies. "How did she get free?" 

"Her master was taken into the White Caste, whatever that is, Ellen explains. 

"They are Initiates of Gor, holy priest men," Starlet answers. "They are celibate cenobites, monks we would call them." 

"Revolting," Ellen remarks, "but this knowledge could be useful." 

Starlet nods. Just then Lady Bryce enters and the two transition quickly to the kneeling position called the Tower. They sit on their feet. Their backs are straight, their knees together, and their hands on their upper legs, palms downward. Lady Bryce does not give them permission straight-away to break the pose. It is now clear to the two that Lady Bryce intends to keep the girls as slaves. 

"Greetings Mistress," the two girls answer together. 

"Greetings girls," Lady Bryce replies. "Did my girls sleep well?" 

"Yes Mistress," Ellen answers. 

"Not so well Mistress," Starlet replies. "A girl had a bad dream." 

"Do tell," Lady Bryce asks. 

"A girl dreamed that she was back with Mistress Payne," she narrates. "The Mistress was so demanding of a girl." 

Lady Bryce frowned. "You may also find me demanding, Starlet," she retorts. "You two girls kiss and arouse each other to the point of orgasm and then ask permission to climax." 

"Yes Mistress," the two girls answer together. 

Parted lips meet as two tongues touch and massage each other. Hands glide over velvet skin and cup under opposing breasts. Long, lean, lanky legs rub together while wet, slippery, slick mounds press one on another. Two tiny clits peek from aroused vulvas as honey nectar moistens two pussies. The girls reposition themselves with lips sucking and tongues kissing each others' breasts. Then, rubbing and stroking each other's flanks, they move to the sixty-nine (69) position and mouths French kiss vulvas. For sure Starlet was longing for Ellen to kiss and lick her pink rosette, but now they need to reach an orgasm. 

At last, totally aroused and struggling to forestall the impending climaxes, they look to Lady Bryce. She tosses Ellen a strap on dildo. The petrified penis is long and hard. Ellen straps it on and thanks Lady Bryce. She mounts Starlet in a missionary position. Face-to-face they kiss and cuddle as the shaft drives deep into Starlet's Holy of Holies. 

"Oh my God!" Starlet moans. Then her pleasure is mixed with pain as the dildo is longer than her vagina is deep. 

"Faster, harder, deeper, Ellen!" Lady Bryce commands. Ellen complies and Starlet feels her orgasm build to a crescendo, despite the sharp pain as the hard dildo dickhead strikes the terminus of her vagina. Starlet groans as her hot honey nectar drools wantonly from her vagina, over her perineum, and puddles under her carved ivory derriere. She feels her butt in a wet, viscous pool. She squirms. She writhes and undulates, screaming in ecstasy and pain as her orgasm begins. 

"Faster, harder, deeper, Ellen!" Lady Bryce commands. Ellen is near exhaustion and still fighting to overcome the need to cum. Starlet explodes as a volcano erupting. She grabs Ellen's head and kisses her passionately and furiously. They tumble apart and lay side-by-side. 

"Now switch," Lady Bryce commands. Ellen unbuckles the strap on and Starlet takes it. Now Starlet mounts Ellen, who is lying on her back in a supine position. Ellen wraps her legs around Starlet and pulls her in. Then Ellen realizes the depth of penetration and feels the pain as the hard shaft pushes her love canal. She moans. 

"Faster, harder, deeper, Starlet!" Lady Bryce commands. Starlet is wet with the perspiration of arousal. Ellen has hairy armpits and emanates the body odor of a woman in lust. Ellen blushes scarlet as she sniffs her own strong scent. Starlet is more than a little aroused and rubs fingertips in Ellen's hirsute underarms to gather the wetness for her nose. Starlet's nostrils flare at the robust fragrance of a totally aroused girl with undertones of pain and fear. 

Ellen comes with the tidal wave of multiple orgasms. Hers is a true tsunami of dark depraved desire, crass carnal craving, and atavistic animal attraction. 

"Now sodomize Ellen," Lady Bryce demands. The two girls shudder. Ellen changes from a supine position to a prone position, reaching back and spreading her glorious hemispheres. Ellen's tiny, taut, tight anus winks at Starlet. Ellen wonders if her bowels can accommodate the long, hard dildo. 

Starlet spits in her palm and moistens the strap on dildo. She presses it to Ellen's brown star. Starlet thinks how much more attractive her pink star is. But Starlet is still bruised from the abusive Lady Payne. Ellen clenches, tightening her ass cheeks and pinching her buttocks closed. 

"Relax," Lady Bryce orders. "Give her one minute and no more, Starlet, then penetrate her by force." Ellen breathes deeply and tries to let her anal sphincters submit. She is only partially successful. Starlet reluctantly pushes the rotund rod rudely in. 

"Slower! Please," Ellen begs. Starlet slows down but keeps pressure on Ellen. Ellen is able to relax a little and Starlet is able to insert the dildo into Ellen's rectum. 

"Remain still, Starlet. Ellen, work your hips and ass to arouse yourself and cum from backdoor penetration," Lady Bryce orders. This is hard for Ellen to do; she has never experienced a backdoor orgasm before. She tries to adjust her position so that her vagina can feel the pressure. 

Ellen is taking a long time and Lady Bryce is becoming impatient. "Rub her pussy, Starlet," Lady Bryce demands. "Rub your teats, Ellen." 

At long last, Ellen is able to cum. "When Starlet's anus is healed completely, you will penetrate her anally, Ellen. Do you understand?" Lady Bryce asks.

"Yes Mistress," Ellen answers. 

"Now we work on the energy bulb," Lady Bryce says. 

28 September 2010 Taunus Trumbo



Ellen --- A BDSM Gorean Tale Ch. 07



Fisting

Lady Payne visits the house of Thorius. Thorius and Igor are having supper. Thorius invites Lady Payne in with a typical low-caste greeting: "Share my kettle." 

"Thank you, Sir Thorius," Lady Payne replies. She enters and the three are seated. Then Lady Payne mentions the purpose of her visit: "I am interested in the return of my slave Starlet, who is now the property of Lady Bryce, the magistrate. As I am also sure that you wish the return of Ellen." 

Igor burped and farted. Thorius replied: "Don't call me 'Sir' Lady Payne. I am just a humble peasant, one of the Brown Caste. I would love to have my property back. As you know that woman Bryce finagled my slave girl away from me." 

"I lost my Starlet too," Lady Payne echoed. "If I ever get her back there is no limit to my wrath. She is deserving of the most extreme punishment. I plan to enter her into the ring where she can be brought with her hands tied behind her back in combat with a trained fighting slave using a five-pronged leather whip." 

Thorius nodded and Igor smiled. Thorius interjected: "I will fist that slut Ellen. It will take some time to spread her vulva and anus, but I will be unrelenting. I fully intend to be able to work my fist into that slut and make a fist inside of her. She will have to cum to have me remove my hand. I hope to be able to perform this for an audience as well." 

"Then we have a common goal," Lady Payne summarizes. "I fear that such an acquisition would mean that we should have to settle elsewhere. This city may not approve of our actions." 

"Indeed," Thorius responds. "But we have a space craft, courtesy of the Kurii, and a market as well. Relocation is no problem. However, we cannot relocate back on earth." All three laughed. How would they manage their Gorean lifestyle on earth? 

"I can almost feel the excitement," Thorius murmurs. "The first day she is so smooth and pure. Then two fingers distend and spread her Glory of Glories. The second day she is sore and tender and the two fingers have to push puffy pink tissue apart. The third day is the most fun! She is bruised and swollen. No amount of begging will prevent the penetration. Then the following days pass on rose-colored wings as she becomes used to the 'double digit' penetration. After a matter-of-fact week or so, three fingers make their entry and the ordeal begins again in earnest. The daily enjoyment is enhanced by her morning service, where she is used in all three holes." 

"I can only dream of Starlet in the ring," Lady Payne opines. "How she will have to endure three minutes of avoiding the whip. Should she leave the ring or fall, her privates would be severely punished. Nothing is more pleasing that seeing a trained fighting slave girl administer discipline and punishment to a disobedient, disrespectful Kajira. The fighting slave girl will show no mercy of pity. I dream of keeping Starlet up all night dancing in high heel shoes, with no break. Exhausted, she will then be a sport for the ring." 

"You are so evil!" Igor exclaimed. 

"Thank you kind Sir," Lady Payne responds. 

"This is true sport," Thorius mutters. He is uneasy showing his more sadistic, cruel nature. The idea of a slave girl in a ring, hands tied behind her back, naked and exhausted, has a particular appeal to him. The exact nature of the punishment to be administered should the girl leave the ring or fall interests him; however, he is shy to ask. He does know perfectly that no master can be as cruel or vicious to a slave girl than a mistress. 

Lady Payne is a classicist as far as BDSM goes. She is no aficionado of scat or water sports. Still the idea of a masculine fist in a girl's bowels is entertaining. The idea of her having to climax and experience a full and complete orgasm while a bony, calloused fist twists, turns, tugs, and pulls her rectum has a perverse degree of excitement to it. 

"Delightful!" Lady Payne exhorts. "Let's do it. I would rather leave all my belongings here just to experience having that Scribe Starlet in my collar again! It would be more than a dream come true. It would be a 'cream' cum true." Igor and Thorius guffaw. Indeed, Thorius would gain some satisfaction. He seriously resented Lady Bryce taking his girl and accusing him for cavorting with the Kurii, albeit the truth. As far as the energy bulb and untold earthly riches and wealth, Thorius was more used to thinking with his dick head than with his head brain. He exemplified the Gorean peasant, one of the Brown Caste. 

"We need capture scent," Lady Payne states. Igor nods and Thorius responds: "Igor will fetch the ropes and shackles. What of Lady Bryce? Are we taking her as well?" 

"Not a good idea," Lady Payne retorts. "She is a magistrate and would not only be missed by the city but the caste itself would be on alert. I fear serious consequences should we overplay our hand. She will get little sympathy for the loss of those two slaves. The village has a lingering fear of the Priest-Kings and there are rumors of the violation of the technology rules as well. If we can spirit those two girls, Starlet and Ellen, from the village, I see no problem." 

Igor and Thorius nod agreement. They set about preparing the abduction. 

3 September 2011 Taunus Trumbo 



Ellen Journals 08. The Seminarians



My wife, Ellen, and I are now in our 60s. We have together chronicled the seven occasions in about 40 years of marriage when we have stepped outside the bond of matrimony. Neither of us, and she's not the deceitful sort, have ever had an affair apart from these seven occasions where we participated together with other adults in a sexual encounter. Doing the math, that means that one day out of every 2,000 or so, we "crossed the line" into extramarital sex. I think that's hardly excessive, though I know many will disagree.

I chronicled five of these encounters and Ellen has penned two. They can be found on my profile page.

All the names, dates and places have been changed, but the events in these seven accounts are true and without embellishment as we both recall them.

We have withheld this final report (for there shall be no more exploits to relate), because Ellen has always been embarrassed about it, and you will see that it is quite a personal and delicate ordeal. And though it doesn't relate to our married life, our story is incomplete without it, and we have decided to bring together the entire history of our explorations and tie it up with this little ribbon at last.

There are two reliable sources for this event, and more on that after all is told.

* * * * *

This happened in the mid '70s, before we were married; before I had ever met her.

Ellen had just turned 20. Her parents were wealthy Catholics who lavishly supported the regional seminary, a place where young men are trained into the priesthood. It was a brisk fall evening, and Ellen's family was playing host to a gaggle of select young seminarians and older teaching priests at their home in Grosse Pointe. After a very extravagant dinner, Ellen's parents joined the priests and a few of the older seminarians for a few drinks at a fashionable local watering hole. Ellen was not yet of legal drinking age, so she stayed behind in the house with four of the younger seminarians of the same cursed age while the older folks partied.

At 20, Ellen was a much wilder and slightly smaller version of herself in her prime. She had very wild black hair of medium length (as she does still), an angel face, and her body was beautiful but without the voluptuous bloom of her later years, and no, that is NOT French for "fat." She simply got more curvy as the years passed, but never fat. She was very intelligent then as now. And she was a devil. She was a devil among four seminarians, and she decided on the spur of the moment, that she was going to give these young wanna-be priests a baptism by fire.

I asked her about what was going through her mind at that point, and she told me that she was more excited than she had ever been before at what she hoped lay before her that night.

"Let's play some pool!" Ellen suggested with a big smile at the four ungainly lads sitting crouched in the parlor. She has always been an expert ice-breaker, and without fail the quartet stood to happy attention, and when they entered the family room/pool parlor she followed along with a beer each for the four young men. They happily accepted, though it was not entirely kosher that the boys should indulge.

The men paired off to play 8-ball in teams of two. While they played, Ellen made sure she had their peripheral attention. She wore a white pleated skirt modestly above the knee, white socks and little black leather shoes. Above the skirt, a red shirt with black buttons and long sleeves. A nice, a perfect, Catholic schoolgirl look. As the boys played they snuck looks at this angel. Naturally, their exposure to women was limited, but Ellen was not just your average girl. She was hot as hell, and she doted upon the lads.

At one point during the second game, Ellen pulled a long face and one of the men asked what was wrong.

"Oh, it's these shoes!" she whined. "I think I need to take them off." She looked around at the lads. "Do you mind?" Of course no one minded, and she sat on a sofa a few feet behind the pool table.

Now I will detail, briefly, who the boys were. Charles was a tall, gangly second-year man and the best of the pool players. Bill was a young first-year boy, young in all ways, with blond locks and always smiling. Aaron was a big and quiet boy, bespectacled and homely, and very prudish. The forth fellow was John, usually a wallflower but tonight he was completely hypnotized by Ellen and could not take his eyes off her.

So Ellen bent to see better the buckles of her shoes, spreading her knees artlessly to remove the stubborn footwear. The pool-playing ceased as the boys gaze lit on Ellen's display. You could see panties. White. Tan summer thighs right the way up. Ellen looked up so fast that they were all caught off-guard.

Ellen laughed a sound like the jangle of a crystal chandelier. "Oh! I'm sorry!" she gasped as she closed her knees. "Was I being immodest? Oh dear..." and she frowned a little frown.

The boys all blushed as a unit. Stammering that "it was all right" and "that's okay" and even a "we didn't look" coming from (who else) the prudish and slowly panicking Aaron. Slowly they resumed their game, giving sidelong glances at Ellen, who was now removing her little socks, then stretching out her naked calves displaying her angel feet and flexing her painted toes in relief.

"Aaahhhh... that feels so much better!!" The lads gaped, all noting the red polish on the nails of her wiggling toes. And just when they thought that the heat was off and they could resume the safety of their game, Ellen asked in a clear voice, "Do you men think I'm pretty?"

"I do," John piped instantly, and Ellen and two of the lads laughed.

Charles did not. He looked around for his coat, snatched it up, and said, "Goodnight all. This isn't for me."

Ellen looked crestfallen and Charles added quickly, "It's not you, Ellen. Thanks for your hospitality. And yes you are very pretty but I have to go now." And the other boys reminded him at once that they were three miles from the seminary gate, and it would be a long and cold walk, and why not just wait till the old guys got back and drove us home? But Charles would hear none of it, and was out the door with no more delay.

Ellen started to "cry." Tears. Woman's weapons. John and Bill were soon gathered about her in sympathy explaining that Charles was a strange guy and let's just forget all about this, but Aaron held back and looked uncomfortable, like he wasn't sure what to do. He took a seat in a large padded chair on the wall beside the pool table and forced a smile.

Ellen caressed the heads of the other two boys and gave each a kiss on the cheek, and then dried her tears with the back of her hand with a shy smile. Ellen stood, and brushed and straightened her skirt. She stepped away from her two admirers and then turned to face them. Aaron saw her in profile from the side of the room. She turned to look at Aaron and smiled at him. Aaron looked away.

"Men," she began carefully, "you're about to say goodbye to the world as priests, and in a few short years. I feel inspired tonight, to be a part of your transition. It's no coincidence that we have been so nicely thrown together tonight, here all alone, in perfect safety for what's likely to be at least a couple of hours to share among ourselves. But you're still seminarians. No vows yet."

Ellen stopped to look deep into the boys as they would allow. John and Bill were co-operating nicely, mesmerized by the charm of the girl, but Aaron was looking away again, tight lipped and stiff.

She went on. "So before it becomes a sin, share with me a little of yourselves, so that you come to know what you are sacrificing for your vocation. That will enrich your new life even more."

All three of the lads now wore a puzzled look. What in hell is she talking about, and what was about to happen? Ellen reached to the hem of her shirt and brought it over head in a graceful swish, and tossed the red shirt onto the sofa. She stood before them now in skirt and white lacy brassiere of medium size, a small red rose at the point of her cleavage, which revealed almost half of her heavy breasts. Young Bill stepped back and slipped back down on to the sofa. John remained standing. Aaron looked away with a reflex action.

Ellen stepped toward sitting Bill, and with her hands on his shoulders bent down to place her bust at his eye level. "Bill, look at my breasts. Can you imagine what they look like without my bra in the way?" As his eyes dined on the glory she gave him a moment to take it in. Then she straightened up and tousled his blond hair with both hands. "Bill, you a such a beauty. Any girl would be proud to have you."

Bill was red and flustered, but grateful. Not like a sex-king; like a grateful boy. John, still standing also feasted his eyes on her half-veiled breasts as she stood in front of him inviting his look.

John breathed in and as he let his breath out he sighed, "Ellen, your breasts are so beautiful."

"You're just guessing," she giggled.

She looked over at Aaron who would not meet her eye. She stepped toward him.

"I don't want anything to do with this!" he grouched. She stopped halfway.

"That's okay," she said gently.

"And those two!" he gestured toward the pair. "They know better!" He bent forward in his chair. "What's wrong with you two!" he demanded.

"Aaron, why don't you head back to the seminary?" Bill suggested carefully.

"I'm waiting for a ride."

"Well, Charles did it."

"Well, I'm not."

"You could leave the room, you know," John suggested.

"I'm fine right here," he said. "But you two shouldn't be playing this game."

"Why?" Bill asked, a little panicked. "You gonna rat us out?"

"I'm not a rat." Aaron looked away from them all. "I ain't no rat..."

"No," John said. "You're not. Bill didn't mean that."

"I'm sorry," Bill said.

Aaron was silent. He accepted another beer from Ellen and this seemed to take some of the bile out of him. He sat and brooded, but it was a little telling to all that he would not leave the room.

Ellen asked John to join Bill on the other side of the sofa, leaving an empty space in the middle. Standing between the lads, Ellen reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She had their full attention. She pulled her arms free of the straps while she held the cups to her chest, then slowly let the bra glide down, millimeter by millimeter, but the bra would not fall to the floor, because her erect nipples caught the inside top of the bra and there it rested. It was a trick she would use again in our adventures. She took her hands away and gently began to shake her breasts back and forth, and after a few moments of this entrancing activity, the bra fell from her nipples to the floor. The two men were in a trance. She backed away.

"You may not touch me," she announced.

The lads gave her a questioning look.

"There's nothing that can happen to you if you keep your hands away from me. But if you touch me, then that could mean trouble for you. You're seminarians, and I will not be responsible for anything bad to happen to you. If you just watch me, you'll have no worries. OK? I'll take the blame if I have to, but I won't lie."

And the men nodded assent, still under the spell.

At that Ellen began tweaking her pink nipples in little circles. "Mmmm... watch how long my nipples get... see?" Then she pulled on them, a little roughly. In a few short moments the nipples were long and hard. "My goodness, Bill! You have drool on your chin!" she noted playfully. He wiped it away to good-natured giggles from all, even Aaron. She continued to pull on her engorged nipples with closed eyes. "Oh, gawd... I wish you could suck on them." She sighed and said softly, "You know, in a girl, it's like there are wires running from her nipples right down to her pussy. Just doing this can get me so wet and worked up that I can cum just playing with my nipples."

And to the boys lasting memory, she did just that. She came. Right in front of them. She pressed her thighs together tightly and moved them in a small motion up and down while she played with nipples. Her body shook in little spasms and her breathing was fast, then halting, then fast and louder and then she let a small cry escape those angel lips, and then she stopped. She dropped her hands and hung her head, then cupped her pussy through the skirt and squeezed, and with that another little cry. It was astounding. Like a little sex miracle.

After a recovery moment Ellen raised up her head, opened her eyes, and reached under her white pleated skirt and slipped her panties down her long legs. She kicked out of them, reached to pick her panties up, and stood holding them, looking at the two boys on the sofa. She held them out in the space between the two sitting lads. It was John who leaned to the side and pressed his nose to the white cottons and breathed in sharply.

Ellen giggled. "You know, I read that some guys like to do that, but I could never imagine. I mean... girls can't imagine taking a big whiff of their guy's shorts, you know?"

Bill laughed. John looked at Ellen adoringly. "We're different," he mumbled. "You smell good."

"Well then," Ellen smiled, "I have a treat for you!" And at that she at last wiggled free of that pleated white skirt and stood before Bill and John completely, stunningly naked. Such a vision the lads had only seen before in the wettest of dreams. Ellen put a hand between her legs and massaged herself. "Mmmm... that feels nice... and look!" She brought her hand away slowly so that a few thin strands of her juices showed as she pulled away. She rubbed her fingertips together, and reached to hold her long fingers just under John's nose. He breathed deeply.

"Oh..." he closed his eyes and shivered. "Much stronger... so nice."

She giggled and offer Bill a whiff, which he sampled cautiously. She had forgotten about Aaron, but one glance to her side and she knew she had better not bother. He was looking away, though she had sensed him looking at her when she was playing with her nipples.

Now, she sat between the lads. "Why don't both of you handsome men kneel in front of me on the floor here." They complied. "Be sure not to touch me! You can't get in trouble if you just watch. I want you to touch me, both of you, desperately! But you mustn't." They pair backed away scant inches. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with an anatomy lesson." She called over to Aaron, "You're welcome, too, you know!" No response. Not even a glance.

The hypnosis commenced anew as she placed both feet up on the sofa on either side of her and opened her legs wide. She had a lot of black pubic hair back then, a sweet little nest, and as she stroked herself luxuriously, her wet pink crevice became more visible. This was accompanied by soft moans, both from her and her admirers. She spread her labia. "These are my pussy lips, see?" And the lads nodded. She rubbed at the nub atop the lips. "And this is my clitty." She massaged it with expert fingers that had obviously done this before.

She turned her head one to the other with a big smile, which the lads returned most gratefully. "And in here," she said, as she slipped her middle finger into her wet hole, "is where you would put you cocks." She stroked in and out slowly. "You know... if you weren't going to be priests."

The lads weren't listening. They were watching. Mesmerized.

Ellen pulled her finger out slowly and displayed it between the boys. It was wet. And she put it in her mouth.

"Oh my God," Bill said. Ellen turned to him and smiled like an imp. Then she made a request to the still-kneeling young men.

"Before I show you anything else-"

"There's more?" Bob asked.

She laughed. "Oh yes. There's more! But before we go on, well... I simply must see your cocks!"

None of the boys had bargained for this. Never even imagined it.

Aaron broke his silence. "Come on, guys! Don't do this!"

The other two lads looked over at him, but decided to ignore him. They knew that, whatever shape their lives would take, that this was a unique and memorable moment in their existence, and they would see it through.

"What should we do?" John asked.

"Strip from the waist down," Ellen suggested. "How's that sound?"

Almost robotically the two youths rose from their knees and began to disrobe. Ellen, still sitting in the middle of the sofa, snuck a sideways glance to observe Aaron hide his head in his hands as in deep shame. This troubled Ellen. (It still does, after 40 years.) She spoke to him.

"Aaron, this might sound strange to you, but I would love to see your cock. Girls like all kinds of cocks, and I can tell, trust me, that it would be a thrill for me to see." No response. "I would be honored... actually." Aaron looked up at her, and shook his head no. He looked away. She sighed and smiled wanly, and returned her attention to her frank admirers.

"Oh my!" she chirped as she was greeted by the sight of two fine, healthy, and very erect penises. "Oh! How lovely!" Now it was Ellen's turn to fall to her knees in front of the standing lads. First, the handsome Bill, who was blushing and whose breath was coming in irregular waves.

"Your cock is quite big!" she noted. And it was. Much larger than John's. It hung perfectly horizontal. "Flex it."

Bill's brow furrowed. "What? Do what?"

"You know. Flex your muscles down there. Make your cock bob up and down."

Bill did, and it was quite a feast for the eyes of the girl, who had some slight experience at this sort of thing, but was hardly jaded. She was fascinated by the size and motion of this lovely piece of boy-meat just inches away from her mouth. She opened her mouth and slowly pushed out her tongue coming within an inch of the head of the lad's penis. She made a licking motion, but never touching.

"There's not a girl I know that wouldn't want that cock in her mouth," she whispered, "I want to suck you so bad I can hardly..." And at that she moved a hand down between her legs and massaged, looking worshipfully into the blue eyes of the boy, who was swooning with want. She seemed to snap out of it. "Stroke it!" she commanded in a hoarse whisper. Bob complied, with long, slow strokes. She watched with breathless attention, then seemed to remember that they were not alone. "Oh. Thank you, Bob. That was lovely." And she scooted on her knees to worship from afar the cock of her admiring John.

"It's not as big..." John murmured, a little unhappy.

"Don't be silly. Girls like all sorts of cocks and appreciate the differences. Not like men, I guess. They just think big or small but for women there's a whole range of things."

Maybe she was just being nice, but this was happy news to John, and he felt a surge of blood to his perfectly normal-sized organ, which, unlike Bob's, was at a 45 degree angle toward the ceiling.

"Your cock is harder," she noted. "And the head is almost purple. Like it's angry!" she giggled. "You must really want me." She opened her mouth wide and until the head of his cock was actually inside the pink hot cavern of her mouth so that he could feel her breath, but there was still no contact. She backed away. "Stroke it."

And he did as directed, but stopped suddenly. "I'll spray cum all over your floor if I stroke it anymore."

"And I'll clean it up for you!" she chirped. She stood up, and rubbed her knees, looking over at Aaron.

"Aaron," she called.

"What." He actually responded! "Show me your cock? Stroke it for me? It's sad for me that you won't. So, please?"

Aaron was calmer, but waved her away. "No thanks." He would still have none of it.

Resigned, she looked about the room. The pool table in the center, the big sofa in back, the chair on the side, and a little writing desk in the corner. She spied something on it and brightened at once. She went to the table, jiggling in her glorious nudity, and found a chrome cigar tube about seven inches long and a good inch or so across. She turned to face the lads, now sitting back on the couch, with a smile of mischief on her angel face. She padded over toward the boys and stood, facing the pair, leaning her butt against the pool table.




Ellen Journals 08. The Seminarians



"I'm going to show you something that some girls like a lot," Ellen said coyly. She turned and mounted the pool table on hands and knees so that her butt was facing more toward the pair of boys, but also positioning herself so that Aaron could get a good view of what was about to unfold. She spread her knees, and her glorious bottom was revealed in all its raw, wet, pink and lewd beauty. She reached behind her and slowly opened the globes of her butt to maximum exposure. She could not see the looks on the lads' faces but their reaction would have pleased her perfectly.

Suddenly there was a gurgling noise from Aaron, who pitched forward in his chair, and his body spasmed. It was clear to everyone that Aaron was in the throes of orgasm, and when his spasms stopped, he put a hand to his groin... and began to weep, growing now into little racking sobs. He looked away in his shame. Ellen went to him in a flash. She squatted next to his chair and put her hands on his. He did not pull away but his crying did not cease.

"Aaron," she whispered in a motherly tone full of tender concern, "you just gave me the biggest compliment of my whole life." Aaron looked at her, confused by these words. He wiped at his eyes and cheeks. She continued. "You find me so desirable that you had an orgasm without even touching yourself. I just drew it out of you! I'll never forget you for that. Thank you." And at that she rose and kissed the top of Aaron's slightly balding head. In an impulse, Aaron seized Ellen's hand, and kissed it, then let it go as if it were suddenly a hot stone, as if he had suddenly come to his old self, and he looked away embarrassed.

"Do not be ashamed," she was stern. "That was a beautiful thing to me, and no one here thinks you should be embarrassed." The other two lads complied by being mercifully silent, not giving vent to the natural levity that was their tendency here. As she parted from Aaron she whispered, "Keep watching me."

She returned to face the two other lads, butt against the pool table. "Now... where was I?" she asked, pretending to ponder.

"On the pool table," John said. "Showing us your... your..."

"My ass?" she prompted.

"Yes!" Bill exclaimed, and everyone, even Aaron, laughed. Ellen slowly, climbed aboard the pool table, and resumed her position on hands and spread knees.

"Oh. I remember now," she said. "I wanted to tell you that lots of us girls like our butts played with." And to the lads wide-eyed astonishment, she licked two fingers of her left hand, then reached back and began to massage her anus with her index and middle fingers, moaning and looking straight down. Bill could not keep his hands off his ever-erect cock, now stroking in long strokes while he gazed, spellbound, from the couch. And then she did it. She snuck her little finger into her rosebud and began a gentle in-and-out up to her second knuckle.

"Ahh... you know... I never had a cock in my butt before, but I will one of these days. Ohhh... I wish it were one of you men. Or all of you, actually." She moaned at the luxury of what she felt. After a minute of this she stopped, and reached for the chrome cigar-tube on the table. She considered a moment, then climbed off the table and snuggled back in between the two boys on the couch, knees together and feet on the floor, cigar tube on her lap. She cupped her breasts and then squeezed her nipples, rolling them in her fingers. "Ahhh..." she sighed as she smiled in turn at all the lads. "They needed to be squeezed..."

In a few moments she was ready to continue the seminar. "Now," she said, "I need to show you one more thing, because I want my butt penetrated again and I need to cum one more time. So get in front on your knees again, and remember, no touching! Plus, the others will be home soon."

"Others?" Bill said, then remembered. "Oh, yeah. I forgot!" So enchanted were they all.

Ellen looked over at Aaron. "Aaron, dear, why not come over here to watch with your brothers?"

And Aaron did! He drew his bulk off the chair and as John shuffled toward the center viewing position, Aaron knelt to his right. They were ready. They knew not for what, but they were ready.

She did not disappoint. This time, when she drew up her feet on either side of her and opened her knees, she scootched her butt right to the edge of the sofa. This put both of her lovely holes on perfect display. John and Bill stroked their cocks instinctively at the sight. Aaron just watched, with rapt attention.

Ellen took up the cigar tube on her lap, chrome-colored with "Partagas" and "Habana" in black script on the side, rubbed the top around the hole of her vagina and slipped it in. The boys let a quiet collective gasp. "Awesome," Bill whispered.

"My pussy is so wet... I can get this tube all wet with my juices... so that then I can... Oh! that feels good." She looked sad and glanced around at the lads while pumping herself with the long cylinder. "But this should be your beautiful cocks, not a cigar tube!"

"You smell so good," John whispered.

"She smiled at him through half-closed eyes. "Thank you, kind sir," she said. Then she pulled out the tube, fingered herself to collect more of her nectar, and smeared it along the top of the cigar tube. "There." She was satisfied.

Reaching lower, now, she pressed the silver tube against her rosebud and pushed slowly, and twisted the tube as she pushed. She uttered a cry as it slipped through her ring and into her rectum, and she pumped in and out, now taking half the tube in her strokes.

"Oh my god," Aaron seethed as he cupped his groin. "Not again..."

"Let it come, Aaron, honey. Let the semen come..." she whispered, and as she spoke Ellen began to massage her little clit with her free hand as she pumped with the other.

And John snapped. 

With a passion akin to desperate violence, he suddenly just snapped.

John literally dived into her, his face into her crotch as he grabbed at the cigar tube and flung it away, rattling along the floor. Ellen screamed.

"John! Don't do this! This could end everything for you! You... Must... Stop!"

But John had truly snapped, and began to lick at her pussy, her butthole, her clitty. He wanted it all at once. He hungered and thirsted more for her sex than he had for anything in his life. And after a minute Ellen's struggle lessened, and she began to swoon from John frantic ministrations. A minute more and her orgasms began one, two, three of them, she shook and shook and then became limp. John half-stood up, and pressed himself fully against her, his cock, diamond-cutter hard and of livid purple hue entered her and he pumped like an animal, but in three hard strokes his cock began the gushing, and he willed every drop into her that he could, and in a few moments he collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and face while she lay and moaned.

After long moments he was still inside of her but felt his no longer enraged cock shrinking, and he felt it slip out of her, and when it did she shuddered. She kissed him back, his face and neck, and at last their lips met and they kissed a long deep kiss that tasted to John of Love. A life-changing kiss.

When finally they came to their senses, John peeled himself away and sat to Ellen's left, facing Aaron, still kneeling, sporting a ruddy blush on his face that signaled his recent orgasm. John and Ellen looked at Bill, who smiled sheepishly. In front of him on the wooden floor was a large puddle of semen, and a streak from his cumshots on a line from floor to the middle of the sofa cushion. Everyone was quiet, and everyone was smiling. John and Ellen were holding hands.

"Sorry about the mess," Bill said.

Ellen waved a hand exhaustedly. "No worries. I'll clean everything up. But one more thing." She sat up and leaned far forward, and dipped a finger into the creamy puddle in front of Bill. She brought it to her tongue. The boys were too stunned to react. She tasted. "Mmmm... salty!" she chirped. "Now watch."

And with that Ellen scootched forward again, hiked up her feet to the sofa and spread her knees. "This is called a creampie!" she explained. "I read about it, and now I have one!" she said with actual pride. She dabbed at her drooling pussy for a tiny streak of John's cum, which she daubed on her tongue. "Hmmm... different taste from Bill's. Not as salty either," she noted with a scholarly look. The lads sat and continued to monitor the progress of John's semen as it drooled from Ellen's sweet pussy, down the crevice and over her puckered anus, until at last Ellen said the dreaded words.

"They'll be home soon. I have to clean up all your, you know, and do a little straightening up, so you boys tidy up and I'll join you in the parlor. OK?"

Bill yanked on his shorts and pants and was out the door in short order, on the heels of Aaron, who was trying to figure out a way for the stain at the front of his pants to not be so obvious. Ellen stood, splendid in the naturalness of her nakedness, and waited for John to dress.

"John... that was the best sex ever, but you are really crazy for what you did. If this gets out, even a suspicion of it, you are out of there." Meaning, of course, the seminary.

John took both of Ellen's hands in his own. "I don't care. I'm out of there, anyway. There's only one thing I want now, and that's to be with you. I couldn't be happy any other way now."

Ellen looked sad and shook her head. "John, please reconsider. Please don't make me responsible for losing you your vocation."

And then John said, "You are my vocation." And at that something in Ellen snapped, too. Quietly, and with a warm tingle.

She believed him.

* * * * *

None of the lads, except for Charles, finished the seminary studies. The others, even Aaron, married. And are married still, to my knowledge.

The first "reliable source" for the reconstruction of this event is, of course, Ellen. The other source is me. I am the John as reported above in as much detail as I can muster of that life-changing night. Within a year of these events I had married Ellen.

This last report ought to have been the first of the series, but had to be last because of Ellen's misgivings. She will always blame herself for "ruining" the priestly aspirations of these lads, even mine. But she says it is "healing" to get it out in the open.

I have no regrets. 



Ellen and Aisha Shop Together



Ellen and Aisha were lucky to get along so well, many of the other pairs on their floor had far more trouble. As incoming freshman, they had never met before being randomly assigned to room 317 of Sanderson Hall. Ellen was the shy one, Aisha the more outgoing. But they complemented each other well, because Ellen, while shy, was quite agreeable and relaxed, and Aisha, while more boisterous, was kind-hearted and considerate. Ellen would accompany Aisha to parties with all her dance friends, and Aisha would sit and read her poetry or English lit books at Ellen's bio or chem study groups.

When they had started the year, Aisha, half black, half white, with coiled hair and soft curves, had a boyfriend back home, about an hour and a half drive away, but that hadn't lasted past winter break; Ellen, Asian, with straight black hair, an easy smile and toned legs, had a lot of admirers, but none with the courage to speak up, and none that inspired her to want to help them out. Without the distraction of boys in their lives, the girls had settled into pleasant and familiar routines, spending most of their time outside of class together, either alone or in small, familiar groups.

Every Tuesday, Ellen had organic chemistry from two to five pm, and after she would walk to the coffee shop at the edge of campus to meet Aisha and study – or just as often, talk and distract themselves for a while before grabbing dinner. This particular Tuesday, after half studying and half chatting for an hour, Ellen and Aisha headed towards Aisha's car with plans to grab dinner. Aisha started the car, but before she pulled out, she turned to Ellen and said, "Um, would you mind if we make a stop somewhere before dinner?"

"Of course not. Where?"

"The toy store."

"For what?"

"A toy, of course," Aisha said laughing.

"But, what kind of toy? For whom?," Ellen asked, confused.

Aisha laughed, "Oh, honey, a vibrator. Mine broke."

"You have a vibrator?" Ellen half shouted.

"Of course. Don't you?"

"No. Where... When... When do you even use it? Oh, never mind, sorry."

"It's ok, dork. I use it when you're not home. Mostly on Tuesdays. That's why I know it's broken!"

"Oh. So... Oh."

"Don't you need to get off sometimes? I mean, especially after Blaine and I broke up, I need my healing time," Aisha laughed. Ellen stared forward, half uncomfortable, half jealous of Aisha's comfort with herself. 

"I don't know," Ellen replied. "No, I guess not. I haven't much."

"Well I sure need to. If I don't release often enough, I just get frustrated and cranky. Are you going to be ok going with me? We don't have to. I can go on my own some other time."

"No. No. It's fine."

When the girls reached The Pleasure Pit, Ellen followed a few steps behind a purposefully moving Aisha. Once inside, she felt even more self conscious when she realized that of the dozen or so people milling around, about half were men. She realized that her white tank top and black shorts were the norm on campus, but a bit more revealing than she would have liked in here, with middle aged men who could turn their heads from dvd's of Asian school girls to see an Asian school girl with a lot of skin showing. She couldn't carry herself as confidently as Aisha, who wore fitted Yoga pants and a pink tank top that showed ample cleavage and protruding nipples. Ellen had become used to seeing Aisha's nipples through her shirts, but felt uncomfortable with it here in the store.

Aisha went straight to a wall with seemingly endless sizes and colors of vibrators and dildos. Ellen, assuming Aisha would want privacy, wandered in the middle of the store without actually getting too close to anything. She glanced around quickly, never letting her eyes rest anywhere for too long. She saw containers of condoms; sex games; books; and several walls of porn. Her eyes repeatedly returned to the box covers. She saw girls in all types of dress and undress, some with another girl, some with a guy. But her eyes always seemed to fall on any cover with a hard penis. As a girl growing up, she had always found the male genitalia to be ugly. Over time, though, especially after having had sex finally, she realized that she found some to be less repulsive than others. Which, she began to realize, meant she liked to see some. Big was better than small. Specifically thick was better than thin. Hard was better than soft; unless the soft fell far enough from the body, almost sticking out in front. Sometimes it had more to do with the contrast to the rest of the body. A flat stomach made a hard dick more attractive. And a hand on a dick, other than the hand of the owner, helped tremendously. Looking around, she realized that a male hand on another man's dick was even better than a woman's.

Ellen became concerned that she had been standing too closely and staring too intently at the wall of porn, and turned around to find Aisha standing right behind her smiling. "We can take a closer look at all that later, honey. Come over here and pick a toy with me. I've got a woman ready to help us."

They walked over to a woman dressed sharply in suit pants and a silk top waiting for them by the wall of toys. She looked to be in her mid forties and completely in control. "So what are you ladies looking for today?" she asked warmly.

"My vibrator died today, so I need a replacement," Aisha said.

"Okay. What did you have, and do you want the same thing or something different?"

"I had that one," she said, pointing to something called 'the water dance vibrator." 

Ellen couldn't help but be startled to actually see the toy Aisha had been using. Up until now it had all seemed so abstract, but now she couldn't help but imagine the little toy between Aisha's legs. 

"That's a very popular toy," the woman said. "How did you like it?"

"I loved it!"

"Great! It's always a good place to start if it makes you feel good. But before I just give you the same thing, let me just pry a little deeper. Do you climax solely from clitoral stimulation? Or from penetration, too?"

"Both. But more from the clit."

"Ok. And was the water vibe too hard for you?"

"Oh no. It was great."

"Good, good. Now, do you want something for penetration too? Or are you satisfied with the clit only?"

"I guess I'd like to be able to do both."

"I would look for something like this, then," she said, pointing to a purple rabbit. Ellen watched as Aisha grabbed it, squeezed it, held it. Ellen imagined Aisha's hand around a man's purple penis, gripping it firmly and stroking. She felt herself getting excited and wandered a few steps away to try to stop her thoughts, but heard Aisha asking about cleaning and usage. She looked to see if any of the other people were watching the three women, but realized they were all in their own little worlds. 

She turned around to see Aisha and the woman staring at her, and her first thought was that they both knew she had imagined Aisha stroking a hard dick. 

"And what can I do for you, sweetie?" the woman asked.

"Oh," she stammered. "Nothing, I'm ok, thanks."

"Ellie, you have to get something," Aisha said. "What do you recommend for her first toy?" she asked the woman.

"That depends. How do you climax?" she asked Ellen.

"Um. I guess... I don't know actually."

"What?" Aisha nearly shouted. "You've never cum?"

"I don't think so." Ellen felt herself turning crimson in embarrassment and wished she were anywhere but there. How did she end up here in the first place?

"That's completely normal, sweetie. You have to explore yourself to find out what works for you. You definitely can't leave it up to a man to figure you out. Just based on statistics alone, I would recommend something that stimulates your clit. That's the most likely way to enjoy yourself. Why don't we get you something small, soft and discreet. This little rubber bullet would be a good place to start. But, ladies, I have to be honest: our most popular toy, and my personal favorite, is the magic wand here." She pointed to a large white massager with a big oval head. It was monstrous. Where would you hide something like that, Ellen thought.

"Oh, I've heard of that one," Aisha said. "Stacey has that one, Ellie."

"She does?" 

"Yeah, she says it's the greatest thing in the world, and the only reason you'd need a man after it is to have him use it on you."

"Ladies," the woman jumped in. "I'll be honest, you won't regret getting this one." She turned to Aisha. "If she doesn't feel comfortable with it, I'm sure you'd love it. I'll tell you what. I'm the owner of The Pleasure Pit, and this isn't really our policy, but I feel so sure one of you will like it that if neither of you does, I'll give you your money back."

"Ellie, you have to get it," Aisha said.

"No, Aisha! I didn't even want anything, now you want me to get that monster? I can't."

"Yes, you can. You have to. Forget it, I'll get it. And you're getting the little bullet. Let's go."

Ellen protested all the way through the purchase, but in the end the girls walked out with a big bag of three vibrators, some lube and batteries. Aisha began the ride home talking about how excited she was, but she eventually recognized Ellen's reticence and changed to safer subjects. They ate at the local café, both getting chicken salads, and went back to the room to study.

By eleven, Ellen had showered and was in bed looking at some flash cards. Her hair was still wet and left little water spots on her large white t-shirt she always wore to bed over some small cotton shorts. Aisha came back in from her shower wearing just her towel, as usual. Ellen was surprised the first time she saw Aisha walk back in wearing the towel and holding her clothes. She couldn't believe anybody would walk down the hall where boys could see you without clothes on. But from day one, Aisha had acted like the dorm was her home, and she'd be damned if anyone made her change her routine. 

Aisha put her clothes in her hamper and turned off the overhead light, leaving just Ellen's lamp attached to her bed frame to light the room. She sat on the edge of the bed facing Ellen, saying nothing, until Ellen turned to look at her roommate.

"Would you mind if I tried my toy tonight?" she asked.

"Are you serious?"

"Ellie, I can't wait! I was so looking forward to getting off this afternoon, and then the damn toy wouldn't work. I'm so frustrated, I can feel it. I just need to let go a little, and then I'll be able to sleep like a baby."

"Aisha, I'm already in my pj's. Can't you wait until tomorrow, I'll study at Starbucks in the afternoon or something. Don't make me leave the room now."

"Honey, I'm not asking you to leave. I just want to play a little." She opened the top drawer of her dresser where they had put the bag when they came in. She took out her purple rabbit and began opening the package and inserting the batteries. Ellen didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe Aisha was even thinking about masturbating with her in the room. But she didn't know how to say no either.

Aisha slid out of her towel, placing it on the end of her bed frame and slid under her sheet. Ellen, not for the first time, recognized the inviting softness of Aisha's body. She had perfect breasts for her size, Ellen thought. And while Aisha was a bit soft in the middle, it worked to add to her curviness. Ellen didn't know what to do with herself, so she kept staring at her flash cards, but she knew Aisha had pulled the toy underneath the sheet. There was a rustling down there, and she imagined Aisha rubbing the vibrator up and down. Then it turned on.

The hum was startlingly loud at first, but Aisha didn't stop it. Ellen turned the light off, but there was still enough light streaming in from the window to see Aisha's hand grab her breast while movement continued between her legs. 

"This thing feels so soft," Aisha said. "Ellie, you should use yours, too." Aisha's eyes were closed, allowing Ellen to watch without feeling any more uncomfortable. The sheet was down below Aisha's breasts, her hand still kneading her right breast. Aisha followed her arm down, and saw that her hand was holding steady. Then she saw movement and heard a sudden intake of breath, and she knew Aisha had slid the toy inside. 

"Oh, god. This feels so fucking good."

The vibrator got louder as Aisha turned up the power. Ellen couldn't stop watching her roommate. Aisha's pleasure was so open and honest, so pure. She was letting herself go completely, and that alone made Ellen wish she could do the same. She admitted to herself that she wanted to know how the vibrator felt on her clit, but she was too scared to do anything about it. She simply stared at Aisha's face, her eyes closed tightly, her bottom lip between her teath, the dimple on her cheek starting to come out. Aisha licked her lips and bit her bottom lip again, then suddenly opened her eyes and removed the vibrator from her pussy.

She threw the sheet back, stood up and walked naked to the drawer, her large, curvy butt right before Ellen. Ellen turned away, even though she knew Aisha didn't mind being seen naked, but turned back when she felt Aisha standing there at her side. Aisha's pussy was right at eye level, an inch thick strip of hair running vertically above her slit. "Here. Trust me." She held the little bullet out to Ellen, who took it without a word.

Aisha lay back down on the bed, not bothering with the sheet, and Ellen could see the vibrator replaced at her pussy. She watched as Aisha moved it up and down, then deftly slid it right inside her. The sight of it sliding in Aisha's wet pussy was enough to convince Ellen she would not be judged one bit. She lifted her butt up and slid her shorts down to her thighs and allowed her hand to drop between her legs. She let her fingers slide up and down her lips and discovered what she had already guessed, that she was already dripping wet. After only three or four flicks of her clit, she heard Aisha take several quick in breaths in a row then several louder out breaths of high pitched noise as her orgasm rocked her.

Ellen removed her hand, now aware that with Aisha done, she was the only one touching herself. But Aisha wasn't done at all. She removed the vibrator and lay there quietly for a moment, then got up and went to the drawer again. She removed the magic wand and went back to her bed, this time sitting up with her back against the headboard and her knees bent. She leaned back some and put the large head to her pussy and immediately shouted in pleasure.

Ellen, emboldened by Aisha's comfort level, removed her shorts completely and decided to give the bullet a try. It hit her clit and immediately sent shock waves through her system. She thought it was going to be too much stimulation, but eventually she settled into the pleasure. Ellen closed her eyes and flashed back to the porn covers, picturing all the different dicks, hands on them, hard and ready. Her two partners had both been skinny, but the ones she saw in her mind now were longish and even more so, thick. She flashed back to a cover of two lean, muscular men, one behind the other, the one in back reaching around and holding on to the others dick. This thought put her over the top, and her body began to shake and she knew for sure that she had never had an orgasm before.

She lay there breathing hard, eyes closed, body both tense and wiped out. Her head flopped back and forth a few times, then settled to her right, and she opened her eyes to see Aisha had shifted to put her back against the wall facing Ellen, leaving her legs open to Ellen's gaze. Aisha's eyes were on Ellen, and Ellen didn't know what to do, where to look. She wanted to turn away, but she was also drawn between the focus and pleasure in Aisha's eyes and the large wand between her legs. Aisha's breasts were pushed out, and her entire bottom lip was between her teeth. 

"Ellie, I want to cum. Can I cum? Please?"

Ellen was stunned, she hadn't expected any of this, let alone this plea.

"Ellie, it feels so good. You have to try this after me. I have to cum. Please. Tell me I can cum."

"Ok. Yeah."

"Tell me to cum. Please. Tell me."

"Cum."

"Say my name."

"Aisha."

Aisha continued to play and stare, but Ellen could tell it wasn't enough. She knew she had failed. This was her roommate, but it was her friend, and she realized she wanted to help. She wanted to please.

She thought more.

"Cum, Aisha. Cum for me."

That did it. Aisha convulsed and screamed so loudly Ellen was sure their neighbors could hear. Aisha's head threw back so hard her head seemed plastered to the wall. She turned her head so her cheek was pinned to the plaster as her body began to come back down to earth.

Ellen realized her hand was still between her legs, a finger sliding in and out of her still wet pussy. She became self conscious of her movement, but left her finer inside unmoving.

Aisha came back to herself and looked at Ellen and smiled. It was the smile of kindness and pleasure. Her eyes twinkled in the light that streamed in from streetlight through the window.

"Try this, hon," she said, offering the wand.

Ellen paused, unsure. She had just used a vibe for the first time, a vibe maybe 1/20th the size of the wand. But part of her was so excited she didn't want to stop. And she knew this moment was one of a kind, that it was unlikely the two of them would even share anything so intimate and pure. 

She reached her hand out and grabbed the wand, surprised at it's weight as it shifted to her control. She realized there was no way to really use this massive toy underneath the sheets without it being unwieldy and ridiculous. She said fuck it to herself and pushed the sheet down past her knees. Pausing momentarily, she considered her next move, and again said fuck it, and peeled her shirt off, leaving herself exposed for the first time to her roommate. And she realized her roommate still sat with her back to the wall, legs spread, watching. Her hand was between her legs, lazily rubbing up and down her slit, her mouth curled into a smirk.

Ellen was surprised to see Aisha's pussy so clearly, her lips swollen and slightly parted. She decided if they had come this far and Aisha was this comfortable, she would just give in to the night completely. She placed the wand to her pussy and turned it on. It was shocking how strong it was, and it took her a few moments to find the right spot. But when she did, she couldn't help but whisper, "Oh wow."

Aisha laughed and said, "Right?"

"This is incredible," Ellen breathed out. She let her head drop heavily to her pillow, closed her eyes, and let herself go. Her mind returned to the dvd covers. But now with movement. She imagined one man's hand gripping the other's dick, squeezing, going up and down. Then she imagined Aisha there too, standing to the side of the two men. She imagined Aisha's hand on top of that of the man in back, also wrapping around the now glistening dick. Aisha rubbed her breasts against the first man's arm, then slid them down his arm as she began to kneel, removing the hand of the man in back, replacing it with her own, then her mouth. 

Ellen opened her eyes, looking one more time at Aisha, finding her still watching and playing with her clit. The fantasy combined with the naked sight of her roommate was enough, and she let herself go completely, the wand perfectly stimulating her clit. Time stopped completely, there was no way for Ellen to measure it anymore. Whether it was seconds or minutes, Ellen would never know, but she gave in completely to the buildup until she screamed in agonizing pleasure as her second ever orgasm washed over her naked body. 

Ellen's breathing began to slow as she came back down. Before she opened her eyes, she took stock of the situation, that she lay there completely naked in front of her friend for the first time, having cum for the first and second time ever, in front of her friend, that she had watched another girl cum in person for the first time ever. She turned her head, blushing, to look at Aisha, who squealed in delight and squeezed her own breast so hard it looked to Ellen like it would hurt.




Ellen and Aisha Shop Together



"Amazing, isn't it?" Aisha asked.

Ellen could only laugh and turn to the wall in disbelief, pulling the sheet back up over her. Aisha walked over and picked the wand back up, put it back in the drawer, then walked back to Ellen and smacked her butt as hard as she could, laughing.



Ellen and Ben



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Carl kissed his wife and opened the car door. "Have a good time honey, I'll be back in town tomorrow. Say hi to Katie for me." he said as he stepped clear of the sedan.

Ellen waved as she drove away her mind racing far faster then the engine of their Corolla. Was she doing the right thing? How much was this going to cost her? Could she face Carl again?

It all started almost a week ago, well no, it started two months ago when Carl stopped having sex with her. His work was stressful, and he was busy, but she had needs too. She didn't feel angry with him; Carl was a loving husband and a wonderful father. It was just his job took him away from home, and when he was home he was too tired. Then about a week ago Ellen had heard a comment about a website where people tried to 'Hook-up'. She was curious, after all, in her day men and women met at bars, or at work, or even in school. This online stuff was more a thing for kids. She had been married for almost 25 years. One man, that was all she needed. Still, she had to see what the fuss was about.

She logged into Craig's List and found her city then the 'Casual Encounters' list. There were ads for everything. Most ads were from men, some seeking women, some men, some even couples. She was a little confused about the terms, NSA seemed to come up often, then she found an ad saying NSA in the title and No Strings Attached in the text and she understood, this person wanted casual no commitment sex. Some ads had pictures and some of the pictures were explicit, one caught her eye, there on the screen before her was a very large penis, standing proud and hard begging her to touch it. She felt herself growing wet at the thought of that monster plunging into her depths. She felt her hand lightly caressing her vagina. She hadn't done that in ages either.

Reluctantly she stopped touching herself and tore her gaze from the penis on the screen. No, she would control herself, yet she felt the tug toward the screen and she so ached for the attention of a man. She stood and walked from the computer. For the rest of the morning she did chores around the house. At noon she called Carl but he was too busy to talk. She hung up feeling as if he had left her and there on the computer screen was that glorious penis. She found her hand clicking the link button. Her e-mail opened and she typed a short note saying how impressed she was with his photo. She used her yahoo account because she didn't want any trace of the e-mail on her system for her husband to find.

Less than an hour later she was startled by the sound of her in-box. He responded! Looking around she hesitantly opened the e-mail. He thanked her for her compliment on his penis and told her he was mid 30's, a non-smoker, and single. He also attached another picture, in this one he was not hard, she found the picture mesmerizing. She had never seen an uncircumcised penis up close before. Her husband was circumcised, her boyfriends had been, and even though she had seen pictures, never had she seen one of such detail. She felt she could reach out and wrap her hand around it and bring it to life. She felt herself growing damp again. She almost failed to notice the salutation at the end. He wanted her name and a picture of her so he could wank to it. She felt her cheeks growing hot; she had no pictures like this to send him. She replied saying that although she had pictures she had no nude pictures to send him. Within minutes he had again replied. He would be happy with any picture she could send. She fumbled around a little, but finally managed to attach a picture to her e-mail and sent him a file. She sat there waiting, and finally a response came back. He said she was very pretty which she knew was a lie, she was not beautiful, no matter how often Carl told her. He also told her to wait, ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty, finally her e-mail chimed again. This time the file said forellen.wmv. Curious she clicked and opened it. A small video started, her picture could be seen on the monitor and there was that glorious penis. He rubbed the screen with the head of his penis as his hand stroked up and down the length. Slowly the penis grew in his hand growing longer and harder before her eyes. Within a very short time it was fully erect and very large. The hand stroked slowly up and down the length, a voice said, "Ellen, I don't want to waste this, can we meet?" and the video clip ended.

Ellen was dumbstruck, what should she do? He wanted to meet her, and she wanted to see that penis. She pushed play again and watched as it grew in his hand while he looked at her picture. She found herself rubbing her pussy in time with his hand. She answered that she was married, and her husband was home in the evenings there was no way they could meet. She deleted the file from her computer and closed her e-mail. That night Carl got home and had a drink with his meal, he was asleep on the couch minutes after dinner.

The next day she dropped her husband at work and went shopping as she always did on Wednesdays. When she arrived home she checked her e-mail. There was another e-mail from Ben. He was asking if she owned a digital camera. He wanted another picture of her, this time in her bra and knickers. He included another picture of his erect penis with his hand wrapped around it. Ellen stood from the computer and walked away, she wouldn't give him that. No! She was happily married. She found herself looking at the picture again ten minutes later; she could feel the dampness in her knickers. Perhaps a picture would be OK, but nothing too revealing.

She went upstairs and had a bath, shaved her legs, trimmed her pussy hair and put on her fancy knickers and bra. Then taking her husbands digital camera took several pictures of herself in various poses, she even learned how to use the delay so she could snap a photo of her on her hands and knees on the bed, bum facing the camera. She felt dirty and rubbed herself a little while doing it. God she was horny, Carl better be ready tonight. She downloaded the photos into her computer and attached a couple of the mild ones to an e-mail. She clicked send and waited. Within minutes Ben had replied, he was thrilled and said she looked so sexy. He asked for more and soon she found she had sent him even those she thought she could never show anyone. In the most explicit one she was actively rubbing her clit and you could see the hair of her pussy peeking out from the gusset of her dampened knickers. Ben sent more photos of himself, including one where he had both hands wrapped around his penis stroking the length of it.

In the last e-mail he asked for more pictures, naked ones. Ellen looked at the time and realised Carl would be home in twenty minutes and she had nothing done and was still in her knickers. She told Ben she would talk to him tomorrow and logged off.

Carl came home late, he had a headache and had to pack for the airport, he would be leaving for Portsmouth for three days in the morning. With that he ate his meal, packed his bag and went to bed. Ellen was growing more and more frustrated.

In the morning Carl was gone. The light of the computer was blinking at her. Slowly she moved to the machine and logged in, there was another e-mail from Ben. He told her how much he enjoyed the pictures yesterday, especially the ones where he could see the edges of her beautiful pussy and could he please see more.

Ellen rose and got the camera again; she moved to her bed and stripped down to her knickers. She closed her eyes and pictured that glorious penis. She was instantly wet. She rubbed her nipples and clicked the camera button. There was a flash and she looked at the display, there were her beautiful breasts, nipples standing proud. Over the next twenty minutes she took more and more photos all the while the need for sexual release growing. The last picture taken as her fingers plunged into her spasming pussy, her orgasm overtaking her so she screamed out in ecstasy. She e-mailed the pictures to Ben over the next three days, ending with her orgasm photo. Ben replied daily with pictures of him stroking his huge penis and finally splashing his cum over a photo of her pussy. The third day he asked for her telephone number. Ellen gave it with little thought, she knew she shouldn't but was beyond caring. Her telephone rang. It was him.

"Hello" his voice was husky and warm, a slight throaty rasp in her ear.

"Hello, Ben?" She asked, shaking slightly.

"Yes, I need to see you Ellen. Can we meet?"

"Ben, I am married, I should never have started this. I am sorry, I just can't." She pleaded with him, knowing she would meet him if he insisted. Why did Carl have to be away?

"Ellen, it is OK, we can just meet, talk, have a light lunch. Nothing more, no demands, no pressure. Lets just meet, get to know each other. After all I have seen some photographs of you that are quite intimate. We should get to know one another."

"We can't meet Ben, I don't know where it would end. This cold ruin my marriage."

"It will be OK Ellen, I know a small pub. Far enough from here they won't know you. Close enough your husband will never know. We can meet, talk, and have some fun."

"I can't" she wailed and hung up the phone.

The telephone rang again. She picked it up, it was Carl, he had landed and would be home in an hour. Ellen was thrilled, Carl was not hung like Ben seemed to be, but he would be here and she could get what she needed from him. She said she would be ready and hung up the telephone. When Carl arrived he was in a foul mood, the flight had been bad and he said he just wanted to go to bed. Ellen tried to snuggle and start something, but he held her in his arms and fell asleep. Ellen slept fitfully dreaming of a large penis.

Monday Ellen awoke as Carl drove away from the house, she could smell his aftershave so she knew he had come in and kissed her. At nine the telephone rang, it was Ben. 

"Ellen, come to lunch with me today. The pub is not far. We can have lunch, chat and get to know each other. Nothing else, I give you my word."

Surprising herself she replied "OK, but only lunch, I must be home by tea."

"I agree" he replied.

She gave him her address and went to change. She wore casual but nice clothing. When he arrived she was impressed. He was well dressed and opened the door of his Jaguar for her. He was well mannered and didn't push things, but it felt strange. She had seen his penis and he had seen her pussy.

On the way they made small talk, neither mentioned the pictures. The drive took 20 minutes. The pub was a nice establishment in a small village about an hour from her home, far enough away that they wouldn't know her, but close enough that they could get back before Carl. 

"So Ellen, how many children do you have?"

"I have three children, they are all grown up now. My youngest is in Derby on an apprenticeship. My eldest daughter is in France working. My middle girl is studying in Birmingham studying to become a chef. Do you have a family?"

"My wife left me about three years ago. She said I was foolish and had no interest in getting ahead." He shrugged, "She was right, I see no need to spend my life working and not enjoy myself. I enjoy life too much. The company of beautiful women as I am today, a nice drink, good food, why kill myself trying to get ahead?"

Ellen blushed a little at that comment, nobody but her husband ever said she was beautiful. "I see your point, but what about the comforts of life?"

"Ellen, you see the car I am driving. I have money, I just do not see the need for more money, I have all I need, and get more when I feel like it. Now, tell me about you. I have seen your body, and loved the sight of it, now I want to know the person you are."

They talked for hours Ellen spoke of her life, her marriage. Ben talked of the business he ran, his life. How lonely he was. Finally Ben said, "Ellen, it is 2:30. We have to go so you can be home for Tea as I promised." He dropped some cash on the table and escorted her to his car. Once again he opened the door and waited to close it. He caught a glimpse of her knickers as she got in and arousal struck him again.

The drive home was over far too quickly. Ellen had enjoyed herself immensely. She started to get out of the car when Ben softly spoke her name. She turned to face him only to find he had leaned close to her. Their lips met in a tender kiss. Heat burst out in her pussy, the kiss became more passionate. His hand gently caressed her face, and slowly drifted lower. Gently he rubbed her breast, her nipples stood proud and he tweaked them one at a time sending pulses of pleasure to her aching pussy. Oh how she needed something. Ben broke the kiss first; she could see his penis straining at his slacks. "Ellen, you had better go. I promised nothing would happen, if we stay longer I may not be able to stop."

Ellen shifted to get out of the car and looked into his wonderful green eyes. She leaned back in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips her hand grazing his erect penis. Smiling she went back to her house. Only once the door closed did Ben drive away. 

Carl called twenty minutes later "Sorry honey, I am very tied up at work. End of the month you know. I shouldn't be too late, but you never know with these things."

She prepared dinner all the time thinking of the huge penis she had felt when she touched Ben. At 8PM she ate alone. At 9 she turned on the porch light. At 10 she started getting ready for bed. She was asleep when Carl arrived home at 12:30. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then ate dinner while surfing the internet on her computer. 

When Ellen awoke the next morning she was alone. 'My god, I never sleep this long she thought. Carl will be upset.' Going downstairs she found a note. My love you were asleep and I chose to let you sleep. You looked so happy, happier than you have in months. I just couldn't disturb you. Enjoy your day, I will probably be at the office late again tonight. Carl.

Well, that was strange. She made tea and toasted some bread. What would she do today? The telephone rang.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hello Ellen, did you dream of me last night?" Ben asked.

"Yes Ben I did." She replied with a smile. "Did you?"

"I hardly slept at all. My mind was racing thinking about you Ellen. We have to meet again. I have a place in town, we could go there and spend the day together."

"Ben, I am married, yesterday was a nice time, but I can't."

"Ellen, I have to see you. I am falling for you. Please meet me."

"We can meet this afternoon, for an hour or so, but I can't promise more then that. Why don't you come for Tea?"

"I will, see you soon." And he hung up.

Ellen spent the rest of the day in a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. She would not sleep with him she wouldn't even kiss him. They would be proper and become friends so she could see him, but nothing more would happen.

Teatime the doorbell rang. Ellen restrained herself from running, barely. She flung the door open and Ben was there with a bunch of roses. He presented the flowers to her and smiled. Ellen was shocked; she had not received flowers for years. Ben stood there waiting. "Thank-you" she said. He still stood there smiling. She leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. As her lips came in he turned his head and kissed her full on the lips. Her resolve melted, the flowers fell to the floor and they started snogging like a couple of teenagers. Soon her blouse and bra were on the floor as well. Ben kissed and licked her breasts and nipples until she came from the sheer pleasure. She reached out for his pants and undid them. His penis was stiff, hot and throbbing in her small hand. She started stroking it up and down its full length. He moaned in pleasure as she stroked him. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth and sucked gently on the head as her hands worked up and down the length. "Oh Ellen" he groaned. She took him as far into her stretched mouth as she could, and still there was room for both of her hands on his shaft. She sucked his head and swirled her tongue around the head. She heard him call out "Oh my god yes!" and felt him swelling even larger. The head of his penis popped from her mouth, she looked up at him her hands never stopping their work. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and a look of pure pleasure was on his face. Ellen lowered her mouth to his penis again. She sucked once, twice and then a third time. Suddenly he tensed, his hands went to her head and he started to pump cum into her mouth. She swallowed, spurt after spurt, some dribbled down onto her breasts and still he came. Finally he collapsed to the floor. Ellen had his sperm on her chin, her cheek, and her breasts. She smiled at him and rose to take his hand. She would take him to her bedroom and spend the afternoon making him cum over and over. 

The telephone rang. Hand extending to him she froze. It rang again. Picking it up she said "Hello."

"Ellen honey, I am off early today, I'll be home in ten minutes. Shall we go to dinner tonight? I know I have neglected you lately. I want to make it up to you."

'Oh my god' she thought, her mind raced. Here she was covered in another mans cum and her husband was coming home.

"Ellen?" came a voice from her hand.

"Yes dear, that would be nice, sorry you startled me." 

"Are you OK?" Carl asked. "You sound out of breath."

"I had to run for the phone, I was in the garden. Dinner sounds fine, see you in ten minutes." With that she hung up the telephone. What had she done? She had just sucked this almost strangers cock in her front hall. Her husband would be home soon. She started to panic.

"Ellen, thank-you for that. It was amazing." A voice said close-by.

She turned to see Ben standing there fully dressed with a washcloth in his hand. "Here" he said and helped her clean some of the sperm off of her breasts and face. "Ellen, I am leaving, but I must see you tomorrow, Please."

Ellen knew she was too far gone, she had to finish what had been started today. The feel of his hard cock dragged her to him. "Yes, but not here. I will meet you at your place" she heard herself say.

Ben promised to give her a map in an e-mail and left. Ellen picked up her clothing and went to wash up some more. She heard a car door and saw that Carl was home. With no time she threw on her discarded clothing and met her husband. She could feel the sperm still on her nipples and could still taste it in her mouth. Carl came through the door, grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She prayed he couldn't taste Ben on her.

"Ready?" he asked. He looked her up and down, "my you look wonderful. Come on then lets go." With that they left the house; Ellen had no time to clean the last of the sperm from her body. The evening was nice, just like old times and Ellen felt horribly guilty. What had she done? How could she get out of tomorrow and how was she going to break it all off with Ben?

"Ellen, I have to go out of town again in the morning. I'll only be away for one night, but this one is very important. I'll be leaving at 4 so I won't wake you."

"Where to this time Carl." She asked.

"Germany, I go to Bergen to sign that contract I've been working on. Then I can take it easy for a few months, the audit over, the account signed. Things will be good. Will you be OK?"

'No' she thought, there was nothing to stop her from seeing Ben and next time she knew what would happen. "Yes, I'll be fine. I might even spend the night with Katie if you are out of town."




Ellen and Ben



"Good, that would make me feel better."

On the drive home Ellen leaned in close to Carl and started to rub his penis. It was not as large as Bens but it did the job. Carl was erect when they pulled into the drive. "My you are frisky tonight" he said as they entered the house. Ellen dropped to her knees in the hall as she had done earlier that day and took her husbands penis from his trousers. She started to lick and suck him into her mouth. She had no problem sliding her face down his shaft until his hairs tickled her nose. Back up she went her hands playing with his testicles and shaft as she withdrew. "Oh my" he moaned. Soon he was grunting as his penis spasmed into her mouth. She swallowed the second load of sperm that day, this time getting none on herself. "Oh that was lovely" Carl muttered. He tucked himself back into his trousers and moved down the hall to the bedroom. 

Ellen hurried after him removing her clothing as she went. She stopped in the loo to freshen up and entered the bedroom only to hear him softly snoring on the bed. He hadn't even bothered to undress. Ellen stepped from the room and went to her computer. There was a message from Ben; it gave directions to his cottage just outside of town. 

Ellen clicked to delete the message. She was married, but she was so horny. She hit reply 'Yes Ben, I will be there, I am free for the day and night. I must be home by Tea Thursday.'

She hoped Carl would forgive her if he ever found out.

Now she was sitting in a car driving to a cottage to meet a man she hardly knew. Ben greeted her at the door with a hug and a kiss. He took her coat and kissed her again. Ellen felt his hands running down her back to her backside where he gave a small squeeze. She could feel the heat of his penis through her blouse as it pressed against her stomach. His hands traveled up her back and slid her blouse up with them. Deftly he unhooked her bra as he kissed her deeply. It seemed only minutes and she was standing in only her knickers in his bedroom. He gently licked and sucked her breasts driving her wild with desire. He gently pushed her back onto his bed and removed her knickers. She lay before him, the only man to see her naked other than her husband in 25 years. His gaze slowly traveled over her body devouring every inch of her. She blushed at the attention and heard him say, "You truly are beautiful."

Then he slowly moved down, his head moving toward her womanhood. His tongue darted out and softly caressed her lips. Her legs opened wider and a small moan escaped her lips. Slowly he built her up, kissing, sucking; occasionally his tongue would dart into her. She was soon moaning and writhing with his every touch. His hands slid up her body and began to caress her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She could feel her orgasm building, each time she thought she would explode he changed his actions, keeping her on the edge of a climax but not quite letting her go beyond. Finally when she could take no more his mouth closed over her swollen clit and he sucked her into his mouth. Her orgasm ripped through her dragging a scream from her mouth. Juices exploded from her vagina flooding his mouth. His tongue swirled around her clit making he convulse in pleasure over and over. Finally when she thought she would die from the pleasure he stopped. As she regained her senses she felt him rubbing her opening. Her legs were open and she could feel the head of his huge erection pressing into her. When had he removed his clothing? His penis pushed past her lips. He was only the second man to enter her in 25 years, and only the fifth ever. A second orgasm ripped through her as she stretched to accommodate him. She could feel every move as he pushed in. She felt her vagina release as the head of his penis popped into her and another orgasm rippled through her. Three times she had cum and he hadn't even started to screw her yet. 

Ben slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her, pulling out a little and then pushing more in. After a few minutes Ellen spasmed again as another orgasm tore through her. The sensations were amazing; she could feel every vein and bump of his cock as it pushed in and out of her. Finally he was all in and he slowly slid in and out a few more times. She had done it he was completely inside of her. Little orgasms continued to ripple through her as he stroked in and out. She could feel another big one building as he picked up the pace. Ben pumped in and out like a machine, piercing her with his manhood. Ellen clutched at him drawing him as deep as she could; her nails raked at his back as he pounded into her. "Oh god, oh yes." She cried. Her orgasm was coming and it was going to be huge. Ben felt his balls begin to tighten, he had not asked if he should wear a condom. He started to pull out as her orgasm hit, her legs wrapped around him pulling him deep. It was too much, his balls contracted and he moaned as she wailed beneath him. Spurt after spurt of his sperm splashed the convulsing walls of her vagina as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Ben continued to pump in and out as she slowly came back to earth. Finally his cock slipped free with a pop. His sperm mixed with her juices flowed freely from her.

Ellen chuckled "Well, it is nice to see you too."

Ben laughed and dropped to the bed beside her. "That was amazing. Thank-you."

Smiling still Ellen said, "Now I could sleep." She curled up beside him her hand on his chest. Slowly sleep overtook them both. They awoke several hours later and this time she mounted him. She guided him into her opening and rode him until once again both of them were satisfied. Twice more they coupled before Ellen left for home and Carl.

On her drive home She pondered what she would do or say. Should she tell Carl, or should she say nothing. Could she stay away from Ben or would this continue possibly ruining their marriage?

Carl was there when she drove in. Now she would be unable to hide what she had done, she had planned on having a bath at home. When she tried to have a shower at Bens he had come in and they had sex in the shower. Feeling her lovers cum in her knickers she approached her husband.

"Welcome home my dear," he said. His smile beamed from his face. "Did you enjoy yourself? How was Ben? Come in and tell me all about it." His hand dropped to the obvious bulge in his trousers, "Then you can do something about this."



Ellen and Eric



"So," Ellen said. "Are you sure you want to see mom naked?"

"Yes," Eric said after a while. He was eighteen and very shy.

Ellen started opening the buttons of her shirt. The bra she had one was a supportive one, but it still caught the boy's attention. He swallowed nervously as he watched his mother reach behind her back and open it. Then she looked at her and took it off.

Her breasts were heavy and they had large areolas. She knew how the boy's eyes were on them watching the way they hung under her when she took off her skirt.

There was only one more step, and she took it. Her bush was a thick and dark triangle which reached to her stomach, and her son tried to pretend he was not looking at it.

"Do you really want to do it with mom for the first time?" Ellen asked again for a confirmation.

"Y-yes," the boy said, and his eyes were constantly drifting down from her face.

"Fine. Take off your own clothes and come on." Ellen sat on the bed and waited for Eric to get undressed. He was a bit shy about it too, but soon he came to sit beside her and took his hand into her own.

"It'll go just fine," she said.

"I know, mom," Eric said and smiled a little.

Ellen lay down and set a pillow under her head. The boy blushed when she opened her legs wide.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed of," she reminded him and kept them wide open.

"I know," he shyly said. Mom's thick bush was probably different from what he was used to seeing in the internet. Not to mention it being her mom's to begin with.

"Come on now," Ellen said. "Come here, between my legs."

She waited for the boy to do so. "You're hard already. That's good."

"Um, yeah..." Eric said, embarrassed.

Ellen opened her labia a bit with her fingers and said: "The vagina is here. Take your penis in your hand and put it there."

Eric bit his lip, but he did as he had been told.

"Let it slide in, all the way, and lean here on top of me," Ellen instructed. She heard how the warmth made the boy sigh, and added: "You like that feeling, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"It's perfectly natural," Ellen said and brushed her son's hair. She looked her in the eyes and said: "You can try to start thrusting when you feel you're ready."

He tried it a few times awkwardly and took a deep breath.

"Now you know how that feels. Keep going. The vagina is warm and comfortable so it can make you ejaculate. That is the most important moment. "

The boy was sighing and groaning as he moved, and Ellen had her legs wrapped around her son, trying to do her best to help him with the motions of her hips. The boy's erect penis could be seen moving in and out of his mother's warm, hairy vagina.

"Don't try to talk, I know you're getting close. Just look how mom's breasts are bouncing."

The boy groaned: "Mom, I'm gonna - Nnn-nn!" and fired several long and warm spurts into his mother.

Having your own child shoot into you is a very sensual feeling for a parent, and it made Ellen sigh.

She didn't know until later that the first time had made her pregnant with her son's child, but that was all right. It was just one of those happy coincidences which happened in life.

Now that the baby was on its way, the boy's testicles had to serve a different purpose and offer nourishment and nurture to the mother and the new child.

Ellen was in bed with her son, and she was naked, pregnant and pretty. Eric caressed his mother's silky hair as she sucked slowly. He knew would have to shoot as much as possible to nourish the baby growing inside her in the way nature had intended.

Ellen felt her son gently touch her shoulder and softly sight to her: "Here it comes, mom." He groaned hard and ejaculated in long spurts, which Ellen swallowed carefully while stroking the boy's testicles with her sensitive fingertips. Her pouty, suckling lips were latched halfway down the shaft of the penis, and her cheeks and throat were pulsating with the warmth her son, and the father of her new baby, was giving to her.

After making sure she had received everything, Ellen laid her head down on her son's thigh and let him brush her dark hair with his fingers. They would continue soon, when he was ready to ejaculate again. They knew how important this was, so they had to find time for it every day despite Eric's studies and his father being around.

Ellen was kissing her son's penis until it started throbbing and hardening again, and then she looked at him questioningly with her big dark eyes.

"It should be OK now, mom," the boy softly whispered to her, so she took his penis in her mouth and started sucking again. The boy opened his legs a bit, and Ellen again started stroking his testicles with her fingertips because they had learned it helped.

They couldn't speak now, because this was careful work. Eric was holding on to his mother's hair to make sure she would not move away at the wrong time. "Nnh! Nnh!" he moaned as he came, trying to give as much as he could to his own mother who was carrying his child.

Ellen swallowed everything yet again, and gave her son's testicles a little kiss as a sign of appreciation. It was often said that pregnant women glowed, and Ellen most certainly did as she was carrying her own child's new child. Soon her head had started moving rhythmically again, and the boy could only let her swallow whatever he could still shoot.

Eric was looking at his mother as she was kissing his testicles and looking at him with a pleading look in her big and shiny eyes.

"A few more. Pretty please. Think of the baby," Ellen said.

Her son touched her hair and sighed: "I'll try, but I can't promise anything at this point."

The boy groaned hard as he came in his mother's mouth again, giving her what she had wanted, all of it. Her soft lips stayed around the hard shaft, and she made little sounds "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm," as she swallowed all the rest of his warm semen.

Afterwards mom hugged him and put his hand on her belly. He gave it a nice little kiss, and then bent down and gave another one to her hairy vagina. Everything would be fine again until tomorrow, and they were happy together.

Ellen looked at her son with her dark eyes and asked: "Is the same time okay tomorrow? You said you were going to see that rock band, whatever it was called."

"I'll skip that if I have to, but at five would be better. Dad won't be home then yet."

"Sure, okay, that works for me."

When Eric was about to leave, Ellen said to him: "Remember to eat your vegetables. The vitamins in them are really important when you shoot them for me and the baby, and they help in making more sperm too."

"I know, mom," the boy said and smiled. He was a nice kid, so he did like mom told her.

Weeks and months passed, and now Ellen was naked and on her knees. Her belly was much bigger now, her breasts were veiny and hanging, and the areolas were huge and dark. They were in the bathroom, because this was much more difficult now since her husband and his father was home. They had just gone in the upstairs bathroom and locked it, hoping he wouldn't notice anything strange. Eric was leaning against the sink for support and caressing her hair as her head was bobbing at a steady pace.

"Oh, mom... Nnhh!" the boy grunted as he came, giving her a mouthful of warm sperm which audibly struck her palate, and Ellen could only hope the groan could not be heard outside the door as she swallowed and kept suckling with her eyes closed. These were important moments for both them and the baby, since at times like this they could be together not just as a mother and son, but as expecting parents.

After swallowing everything he had ejaculated, Ellen kissed both of her son's testicles and looked up at him with shiny eyes and smiled warmly.

Eric returned his mother's smile, and she hugged him around the waist. He asked: "When did they tell the time was?"

Ellen touched her big belly and said: "It should be only about three weeks from now." She felt her son's fingers caressing her hair. She knew she was more beautiful to him now than ever before.

He said: "It's all right. Dad won't notice anything." He had hardened again, so he was offering his penis for his mother, and his child's mother, to suckle on.

Ellen naturally accepted it, and her pouty and moist lips started their work again for their common goal. Warm and tender slurping sounds echoed in the bathroom as the beautiful pregnant woman's head kept moving in the natural rhythm of life until her cheeks suddenly bulged when the boy powerfully came again for their baby's sake.

A shout came from outside, although luckily not right beside the door: "Where are you, honey?"

Eric quickly reached to turn on the shower, and Ellen shouted: "I'm in the shower!"

"Okay, come down when you're done!" her husband and his father said.

Ellen looked up at her son with big eyes as she gently brushed his fingers through her hair and said: "We have to do it once more, mom. We just have to take the risk. Our child is more important."

She knew he was right. He couldn't empty his testicles in less than three goes, and they had only had the time for two. The baby in her belly needed more of his warmth. She nodded and agreed with her son and her baby's father: "I know."

Despite the situation, they knew they couldn't rush it. When Eric indicated he was ready, Ellen started blowing him, gently and lovingly, like only someone who was both his mother and his child's mother could do.

Eric could only sigh, and the shower kept running. It was taking a long time, because mom knew that only slow enough performance could make him shoot everything.

Ellen kept glancing up at her son with big pleading eyes, hoping he would shoot soon. Her husband would start to wonder sooner or later, but it all went fine in the end. When their adoring gazes connected once again, Eric's hips shuddered with a thunderous orgasm which made his knees buckle. Ellen had to slurp several times when thick white goo was about to dribble out from the corner of her mouth. The spurts were so powerful and there was just so much of it. It would be very healthy for the baby.

After kissing Eric's balls for a quick thank you, Ellen opened the door and peeked out. Her husband had indeed stayed downstairs, so she hushed Eric out of the bathroom and stepped into the shower for a few seconds so her hair would be wet. He didn't even comment about the long shower in the end, so their fears had been unnecessary.

The day Ellen had given birth she had been sitting on the couch with her legs wide because her belly was so heavy. She had made an excuse for her husband to leave and go buy some food she said she craved. Although he would not have wanted to be away from his pregnant wife's side, he could hardly refuse her either, so he had gone.

Eric was looking at her with the proud gaze of a soon to be young father in his eyes., and his hands were tightly gripping his mother's hair.

Ellen could feel her son's warm, hairy and sweaty balls hanging against her chin, and it gave her a tender feeling of closeness. Eric was thrusting his hips against her face and groaning as he was ramming the erection into her throat which felt like tight vibrations around it. Ellen was holding her thumbs and trying to avoid gagging too much.

The boy was groaning hard, and soon he shot his slime right down his mother's and new child's mother's throat, causing her to make a loud gurgling and gagging sound.

Ellen jerked a few times, but she managed to take it all, and soon Eric pulled his softening penis out and touched her cheek gently.

He wondered with a worried voice: "Are you sure you want to continue it like this, mom? You didn't seem to like it as much as usual."

Ellen licked her lips to give them more moisture and said to the boy: "This is at least a little faster. Your father can come back at any time, you know that."

"All right, mom," Eric said, and after a while he brought his erection back to his mother's lips.

They were working together again. Ellen was trying to relax her throat as much as possible, and her son was thrusting patiently and rhythmically. They knew the importance of this situation, and managed to bring it to the finish once again. Ellen didn't even gag as bad as she had the first time when the warm goo from her child's testicles shot into her throat.

"Once more," she said, looking at her son with determination in her pretty and dark eyes.

"I know, mom," Eric said, caressing her hair. When he was ready he took a tight grip of it and entered her warm mouth again. It took longer this time, and Eric had to thrust hard and fast. Ellen had to usher him on with her tender gaze when he almost stopped because of her gagging, but finally he slammed so hard her nose sank into his pubic hair and fired his balls completely dry, despite her struggling and the desperate sounds she was making.

That was good, because immediately when he pulled out, they could hear the front door opening. Eric quickly zipped up his pants. Ellen's hair was very messy, but she was about to give birth, so dad probably wouldn't notice it among all other things.

Just when her husband returned, Ellen felt her stomach and said to him: "We have to rush to the hospital immediately!"

"Can I come too?" the actual young father of the child shyly asked, his eyes lingering on the beautiful mother.

His father seemed to think about it for a while, but it did not seem that weird. "Sure," he said, and they all left to have a long and happy life together.



Ellen and Joey



Ellen and I grew closer over the weeks that followed our mutual revelation of our sexuality. While I had absolutely no difficulty accepting that she enjoyed occasional, one-off sex with other men, she could not quite get her mind around the simple truth that I found her desire for other lovers to be intensely erotic. But she had spent a lifetime hiding her secret life from family and friends. Indeed, her ex-husband Lee was the only other person who knew of her pattern of one-night-stands, and he neither accepted nor tolerated it. It had in fact cost Ellen her marriage and although this devastated her, she knew that she was both unwilling and unable to be sexually monogamous. Lee, to the best of my knowledge, never shared this unpleasant truth with anyone else. Perhaps he was being kind but more likely he felt some sense of shame that his wife sought out other lovers. Ellen too felt shame but while she would deny her desires for a period of time, she would always in the end indulge her secret desires.

I found it best to let Ellen take the lead in discussing this aspect of our relationship. The few times that I mentioned her possibly being with Rick or James again, she got quite upset with me. I learned not to push her and more importantly, not to suggest that she be with a man more than once. James was her financial adviser as well, but despite several pointed suggestions he had made for further play, she had turned him down. She had in fact acted as though their tryst had never happened and made it clear to him that he was to not to suggest otherwise. Both men I knew had been more than satisfactory in bed and while it made perfect sense to me to invite them back, it was not her nature to be with a man more than once -- that would be letting a man get too close and that she would never allow. It took time, but I finally understood that her carnal desires notwithstanding, she also had a need to bond with one man. Lee was actually her first long-term boyfriend and I was her second. While casual on occasion with her body, she was in fact very careful when it came to relationships.

So, I concentrated on developing my relationship with Ellen. She would on occasion ask me about how her being with other men might work and when she did I told her that she had carte blanche to enjoy other men sexually, assuring her that I would not be with other women. We had thoroughly discussed a possible scenario with Joey, a man she knew that I had actively encouraged my ex-girlfriend Susan to enjoy on several occasions. Ellen had all but grilled me on the details of bow this played out and I answered her honestly in all respects. Joey was a man I had found online for the specific purpose of pleasuring Susan and he was to my mind the perfect third for a couple. He was handsome, exceptionally well hung, skilled in bed, discreet, and also in a long-term relationship, which fortunately did not prevent him from indulging his own enjoyment of being an alpha male to other couples. Susan and I had played with him three or four times, and he had never failed to satisfy. Some men are wired for play with couples and he was the gold standard in that respect. Ellen asked endless questions about how this worked with Susan and me, and I told her. While I was dying to see Joey with her, I never pushed to make it happen. 

I gave long thought as to the nature of Ellen's singular personality and sexuality. She was a bundle of contradictions and would require delicate handling. She obviously treasured our relationship, as I did. Her Catholic upbringing required her to be both a devoted wife and mother. She was in fact a wonderful mother to her only son but fell short as the devoted wife, although I knew that she loved Lee very much, despite her occasional indiscretions. She loved me as well, despite her two trysts with Rick and James. For the most part we were no different from any other couple. We went out -- we made love -- we enjoyed each other. But I learned that, with patience on my part, Ellen would bring up the subject of her being with other men and how that might work. And in each instance I would assure her that I would both accept and enjoy her 'indiscretions' and I had enjoyed the two instances when she had 'strayed' with Rick and James. And she would always return to how Joey might fit into the equation of our relationship.

I had in fact a specific scenario in mind. I had seen Ellen in her full womanly magnificence, wear a Catholic schoolgirl outfit. I envisioned Joey fucking her, pleasuring her, taking her "innocence", and slutting her out. I told Ellen of my dream scenario. She would be dressed in the innocent Catholic schoolgirl outfit of her youth. Joey would come to her -- undress her -- bed her -- and release her from the shame of her desires. More than once, we discussed how this might play out. Ellen always was wet with the thought of giving herself to another man in this way. but equally as reluctant to take this all important step with a man that she loved.

One Saturday, as we were lying together, basking in the glow of our lovemaking, Ellen looked me straight in the eye and asked me if I would have a problem with her being with another man sometime soon. I of course answered that I wouldn't, and asked her what she wanted. She paused for a moment and then asked if I was serious about the scenario we had discussed with Joey. I told her that I was quite serious and ready to make it happen. Ellen told me to contact him. And then she turned over and went to sleep as I held her. My mind was reeling!

The next day, I contacted Joey. We exchanged a few messages about Ellen and he of course was more than willing to be with her. I told Ellen and she said that it was up to me to make it happen. And make it happen, I did! I purchased a Catholic schoolgirl outfit for Ellen and told her how my scenario would play out. She was to wear it one evening. I would bind her magnificent breasts with elastic tape, so as to hide her womanly charms. She would wait in my bedroom for Joey, blindfolded, so that she would not see the man who would take her. Ellen was excited and asked me over and over again about how this would play out. Joey was on board and so, the following Saturday, we were agreed to make this happen.

Ellen was increasingly turned on as Saturday approached. I treated her to a full spa treatment Saturday morning -- facial, massage, pedicure, manicure. Saturday afternoon, she returned to me, glowing from her pampering, and only too willing to give herself to me. I declined, telling her that I wanted her to save herself for her Joey. This excited Ellen, which surprised me a bit -- and pleased me even more. She napped and we relaxed together. Joey was due to arrive around 6:00, so about an hour beforehand, I ritually dressed her. After removing her clothes, I bound her full breasts with athletic tape. It was not an easy task to mask her womanly shape, but I did a good job. I slipped on her white blouse and then a pair of white, unflattering panties. And, as we had agreed, I slipped on a blindfold. Ellen looked totally virginal when I completed the look with her plaid skirt. and her clean, crisp white blouse. She sat on the edge of my bed, looked at me, and asked.

"When does Joey arrive?"

"Soon," I answered. "Wait here." We kissed deeply and passionately. And we both waited. -- but not for long.

There was a knock on my door not long afterwards. And it was Joey. We shook hands and sat down for a few minutes. Both of us were clearly ready for the main event, but we managed a brief conversation. I told him that Ellen was in the next bedroom and ready to receive him. Joey looked at me and said, "Let's do this."

I move to the bedroom with him right behind me, and opened the door. Ellen sat there, on the edge of the bed. I turned to look at his reaction, and he didn't react. He was focused Ellen, sitting there almost motionless, beautiful, and as ready as I said that she would be. I knew that I was no longer required, and moved to a chair by the edge of the bed and made ready to watch the drama unfold.

Joey moved to Ellen, who was blindfolded and, enfolding her in his arms, he kissed and caressed her shoulders. Ellen responded immediately, with passion and desire to the intimacies of her soon-to-be lover. His hands moved freely over her body, lingering over her bound breasts. Ellen moaned with desire as Joey caressed her thighs and then pushed aside her panties as he caressed her pussy at first slowly and then more vigorously. The wetness of her sex was unmistakable -- she was quite ready to receive her lover's erect penis.

Slowly, deliberately, Joey removed first her blouse and then the tape that bound her breasts. As the tape fell to the floor, Ellen's gorgeous, full breasts were revealed. Joey wasted no time in caressing them, testing the heft and softness of her womanly charms. Her face was flush with desire as the stranger explored her body. With one motion he unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor, followed seconds later by her panties. Ellen was now completely naked and Joey glanced over at me and smiled. They kissed deeply and Ellen's breasts flattened against Joey's chest. Her hand moved to his ass and then she went to her knees. She unzipped his pants as Joey removed his shirt. She tugged his jeans off as her mouth found his already fully erect cock.

"My god, you're so big," she muttered as she took him deeply into her mouth. And Joey really was a specimen. I remember watching him with Susan but I had really forgotten just how well endowed he was. And he was going to fuck my beautiful girlfriend with that obscenely large penis -- she was going to take him bare. As Ellen caressed and licked his balls, I thought of the virile load of sperm they contained and how in due course he would empty his balls inside of Ellen -- at least once and likely more if he stayed the night. The thought of Ellen being mounted by this alpha-stud at the same time both thrilled and sickened me. What was I thinking, allowing this testosterone driven, more sexually capable man to service my precious girlfriend? My gut told me to do something -- anything -- to stop the two of them, but I knew that I had to bear witness to what I had already put in motion. I had ceased to be the prime mover and was a mere spectator. Both of them were well past the point of no return and frankly could have cared less what I saw or what I might have wanted.

Joey pulled Ellen to her feet and with a kiss, moved her naked body to the bed. The foreplay was over as he moved on top of her. As he kissed her passionately, his distended cock found the opening to her vagina, as he made ready to enter her. Ellen boldly guided his fully erect penis into her body and with a shudder, she received his full length, sighing deeply when he bottomed out, the tip of his cock quite obviously kissing her cervix. Joey held it there and I could clearly see her take a deep breath as she adjusted to his size. Joey was balls-deep inside of my girlfriend. Then he began a slow, rhythmic thrusting in and out of her pussy as he continued to kiss her deeply. Ellen's breasts were pressed deeply into his chest. I was struck by the magnificence of her naked body, now totally given over to another man. Her legs were spread to accommodate Joey's muscled torso, signaling her complete willingness to receive him inside of her. She made no move to remove her mask to look at the man who was now servicing her sexually.

With consummate skill Joey sheathed and unsheathed his cock in and out of Ellen's receptive vagina. The sound alone told me that she was almost obscenely wet with desire for the sexual ministrations of her unknown lover. She was well past caring what I thought -- she was entirely into her own pleasure and she was being pleasured in a way that I could only dream of giving her. I moved slightly and saw in graphic detail the joining of their sexual organs. Joey's scrotum repeatedly compressed against her ass with each downward stroke as he fed his bare penis repeatedly inside of her body. While I could absorb this vision, what I had trouble handling was their passionate kissing which told me clearly that they were completely into each other. I had not anticipated the level of passion that they were sharing.

With one skillful motion, Joey rolled Ellen on top of him, his cock still buried inside of her. Ellen paused for a few moments, throwing her head back as she adjusted to the full measure of his size in this new position. She placed her hands on his chest, took a deep breath, and then began to slowly grind her hips into him. Joey helped himself to her gorgeous breasts, now completely bared and open to his pleasure. Her nipples were rock hard and the supple fullness of her treasured breasts, now fully offered and accessible to her lover, provided an incredible visual. I was struck by the true magnificence of Ellen's body, more so than I had ever been before, as she rode Joey's cock. Her athletic, toned body was being wracked with pleasure. As her hips rose and fell on his fully erect penis, I saw all too clearly that size really does matter. Joey's length allowed for Ellen to enjoy the extra inches of movement that I could in no way offer her.

Ellen's orgasms with me were sometimes hard to detect, but there was no mistaking her climax with Joey as she arched her back and cried out her pleasure once, twice, and three times as she rode him. After her third climax, she collapsed on top of him and they held each other and then, almost tenderly kissed. And then, Joey removed her mask and as they looked into each other's eyes for the first time, they kissed with a new passion. Ellen whispered something to him and she smiled as Joey once more rolled her into a new position on her hands and knees. She turned her head with an expectant look back at him as he stroked his cock and once more found the entrance to her body.

Joey plunged his cock inside of her and Ellen sighed deeply, her toned, firm ass now fully exposed and receptive. With real skill, he fed his erection into her body. I knew that their whispered words spoke to her desire for him to release his orgasm inside of her. And Ellen was now positioned to receive the release of his balls. And as he began to rhythmically thrust inside of her, she looked at me for the first time and with a glazed look mouthed her thanks to me. I smiled and felt gratitude that she had chosen this moment to reconnect with me. Then she simply assumed a receptive, submissive position as Joey had began to build to his orgasm. He was pistoning my girlfriend with a renewed vigor. I adjusted my position once more to view his approaching climax. With a confident, feral look as he grasped her hips, Joey smiled at me and again, I felt sick. This stud was about to inseminate my girlfriend and his look told me in no uncertain terms that nothing could stop him now. Though I was enjoying this, I truly wanted this all to be over.

And within seconds my wish was granted. I watched as he gave one last thrust inside of Ellen's vagina. The gap between his scrotum and his cock pulsed with several rhythmic convulsions as he buried himself fully inside of my princess and offered up volleys of sperm from the head of his cock against Ellen's cervix. Joey threw his head back as he released his seed deep inside of her body. Ellen responded with her own orgasm as Joey emptied himself inside of her, her cervix dilating and drawing his potent, virile sperm deep into her uterus. These two were no longer fucking -- they were mating and I had to bear silent witness to this primal coupling. Over and over I watched Joey's scrotum contract and pulse with each volley of semen inside of Ellen's receptive vagina. And with each of Joey's strangled moans, I knew that uncounted millions of his sperm cells were being released into my girlfriend's sex -- sperm that would live for days inside of her. Joey was marking Ellen and she was totally receptive to his insemination. And I knew that she would never be content with what I had to offer. Joey had just ruined my girlfriend for me and I had no one to blame but myself.

They collapsed into a heap on the bed and it took some minutes before their naked, heaving, sweaty bodies separated. With a final caress of her breasts, Joey withdrew his now limp penis from Ellen's body, covered in their sexual juices. With a final kiss, he withdrew completely and as he did a glob of his seminal juices appeared at the ravaged entrance to her body. Ellen had been thoroughly fucked and marked by Joey and she was content that it was so. I would have thought that this sight would have turned me on, but it really had been too much for me. I was only conscious that I had a visual that would never leave me -- a visual that confirmed that while I might be the boyfriend of a woman like Ellen, I could not even hope to provide her with the sexual satisfaction she had just experienced with Joey. 

As she lay there breathing with shallow breaths, I kissed her and she weakly kissed me back. But no matter what I might offer her in such affection, the simple fact was that she carried several hundred million sperm cells of another man and would do so for several days. And I had arranged this. Even as we reconnected, there was no escaping that Joey had not only marked her with his seed, but had shown her that she could have more pleasure with another man than she could ever have with me. That one certain thought caused my erection to completely subside. Had I been ready, I know that Ellen would have given me release, but I was frankly completely humbled by her mating with a more superior male.

But at this, my lowest moment, Ellen came through for me. She whispered a treasured endearment to me.

"It's you that I love. Not Joey. He knows that. You should too."

I turned to look for my 'rival', but he had dressed and gone. There was only the two of us now and as Ellen looked into my eyes with love and appreciation, I knew that I had nothing to fear from any other man. Ellen appreciated that I had given her such an incredible experience but she also knew that Joey was nothing more than a toy. I was her man. And instantly I was again hard.

"Take me now," she said looking me directly. And so I did, grateful that I was once more hard and ready. I entered her body and tried my best not to think that the slippery wetness I felt on penetrating her was the primal seed of another man. I wished that I had lasted longer but within moments, I came -- trying not to think that my liquid offering was semen only -- that I was not capable of providing her with what Joey had in abundance -- true virility. And for the next week, every time I looked at her I did so knowing that she carried millions of his sperm cells deep inside of her body. Had she been fertile I had no doubt that she would have been impregnated as a result of their mating. Joey had blasted her cervix at point blank range with multiple streams of his potent seed. Ellen's final orgasm had matched Joey's and as a result her contractions had drawn his essence deep within her womb.

And I wondered if in fact that I would ever be enough for Ellen. She sensed my unease and although she sweetly told me of her devotion to me over the next few days, I couldn't shake my unease and feelings of inferiority. How could I ever feel adequate after witnessing Joey's sexing of Ellen? And for some days afterwards I was glad that he did not have her contact information as he repeatedly messaged me with his desire to bed my princess again. I finally told Ellen that Joey was contacting me requesting a second session. Her response surprised me.

"If that's what you want, then, yes that would be fine," she said matter-of-factly.

"Did you enjoy being with him?"

"Very much," she said, smiling. "Joey's very good in bed but that's all he is as far as I'm concerned. What I did, I did for you, and will do again if that's what you want." She paused and looked with at me with real caring. "Is that what you want?" 




Ellen



Afterwards she led me in the shower where she soaped my body up with her soft hands. She rubbed the soap into my skin as she kneaded and massaged my breasts until I was practically cumming. Then, she turned me around and had me place my hands on the wall and spread my legs. As the warm water coated and caressed my body, she finger-fucked my throbbing pussy until I came in long, gasps.

Soon it was time to go and see Gary. I was somewhat nervous as I dressed in my slutty clothes. No bra or panties was allowed under my skirt and blouse. I could feel my tits wiggling free and my nipples hardened quickly.

When I was ready, Diana hugged and kissed me. She thanked me for being such a good slut and told me I was always welcome in her home.

I kissed her back and thanked her over and over again for letting me explore my slutty side. We both smiled and I left.

I was grateful for my coat, as it was a cold day. I didn't want to be too conspicuous with my nipples jutting out as I got to Gary's office. 

Luckily it was just before lunchtime so there weren't too many people about as I went up to his office. He was on the phone at his desk. When he saw me come in, his jaw dropped slightly and he hastily ended his call.

"Ellen!" he said, looking me over.

"Hi, hun," I smiled, trying my best to be seductive.

"You, um, how..."

"It was great. Diana was the perfect Mistress."

He quickly got up and shut the door.

"Don't say stuff like that around here. You never know-"

He stopped abruptly as I shrugged off my coat. My blouse was open very low, showing my cleavage and my nipples were very hard.

Without a word, I went around and sat on the edge of his desk facing him.

"Do you want to know what I did?" I asked in a low voice.

"Um, yeah, I guess..." he said swallowing. I could see the bulge in his pants already forming.

"Well, I was tied up and spanked," I said as I unloosened his tie. "Then I was taken to the mall and forced to give some guy a blowjob in a record store."

"Oh...wow..." he choked.

I unbuttoned my blouse all the way and pulled it open.

"Then I was taken to a store and made to put on sexy lingerie while a woman fondled me," I said, placing his hand on my breast. "I actually came from that one."

His eyes were wide, but he said nothing. I stood up briefly to hike my skirt up, showing him my bare pussy.

"Then, I was made to have sex with two guys in a men's room. One took me from behind as I sucked the other's cock."

Gary moaned softly and his other hand cupped my breast and squeezed it gently.

"Finally, I was taken home and I was made to served Diana and Mike in various positions - mostly tied up."

Gary pulled away his hands and reached for the phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Hey - it's Gary. Yeah. She's here. Ok."

He hung up and pushed his face into my cleavage - sucking and licking my tits. I shut my eyes, not caring about anything else as his hands grasped my thighs and squeezed.

About 30 seconds later I heard the door open, close, then lock. I opened my eyes to see Mike standing there, grinning.

I looked at Gary and he nodded. My whole body tingled as I thought of what was to happen.

Gary pushed me back on the desk and opened my legs wide. He lowered his head between my legs and began to lick my pussy. I moaned as his tongue went to work on my nub. I always thought he was a great pussy licker and today was no exception. He knew I loved to be eaten.

Mike bent over and began to play with my tits roughly. I remembered what he had done the night before and started to moan and thrash a little. I loved how he slapped and bit my nipples and urged him in a low voice to do that now.

He smiled and pinched my nipples hard, pulling them up and out before lowering his head to take them in his teeth. It was all too much and suddenly I came, pushing my pussy into Gary's face and grinding it into him. Mike covered my mouth with his hand as I cried out over and over that I was cumming.

When Gary raised his head, his face was shiny with my cum. He smiled down at me, looking at my tits heaving - nipples hard.

"What a slut you are, Ellen!"

I smiled weakly and nodded.

"Well, I'm gonna fuck this cunt of yours good while you suck Mike's dick."

I practically came again when he said that and eagerly opened my legs for him. He unzipped his pants and his 8 inches came springing out. With one grunt, he was inside of me.

I heard Mike unzip as well and I turned my head to see his huge cock bobbing in my face.

"Suck it, bitch," he said, placing it at my lips.

I opened my mouth and reached for his cock with my hand, guiding him in. He groaned as my wet lips enclosed around the base of his cock and I began to lick and suck him.

Gary slowly slid his cock in and out of my sopping pussy with little squishing sounds. Both of them played with my ample tits as their cocks were serviced by my holes. I was eager to please them and wanted nothing more than to have them cum on me or in me.

Mike grabbed my hair and began to thrust his cock into my mouth hard. I knew he liked to use my mouth like a cunt - fucking it hard. I relaxed my throat muscles and took him in. 

Meanwhile, Gary had my legs up in the air and resting on his shoulders. His cock slammed into my cunt faster and faster as I was fucked hard from both ends. 

I could feel my pussy clenching and building to yet another orgasm, but I was going to wait until both of them came.

The sounds of fucking filled Gary's little office as both men were lost in the rhythm of fucking my body. They were gasping and moaning, but not as loud as me as they pounded my cunt and mouth. I couldn't believe that it was actually happening, but it just wonderful and unbelievably sexy. I would never forget the last two days.

"Oh fuck...Diana..." It was Gary. He was so close now as he humped my pussy viciously. 

I looked at his face and it was screwed up with lust.

"Oh yeah..." he said, trying to be as quiet as possible. Suddenly, he pulled out and jerked his cock, sending jets of creamy white cum all over my pussy, thighs and stomach.

When Mike saw that, he did the same thing. He pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face and breasts in long, streams of cum.

I lie there covered with cum and my fingers instantly went to my pussy where I stroked and rubbed my clit to another earth-shattering orgasm as they both watched.

Like I said, it was a great two days.