0 comments/ 33682 views/ 1 favorites Dancing With the Doc Ch. 1 By: captivate Ellie thought about it as she drove to Ben's office. She knew that he was interested in her, but she wasn't entirely sure what the interest entailed. He was a family friend and a Sports Medicine Doc who had set the arms of both of her boys a few times. Lately, she felt she was getting vibes from him, feeling he was flirting with her. She ignored it at first, but he seemed determined to get her attention. Saturday night, at a neighborhood party, he had spent lots of time near her, engaging her in conversation and really being friendly. His hand rested frequently on her arm, he leaned down and spoke intimately with her, as if they were the only two in the room. All evening she had a funny feeling, but couldn't quite place it. Just before leaving, as Ben again stood near her, she realized what the feeling was. It was desire. She desired him. She could feel the throbbing in her pussy, the ache in her clit and nipples. As she made that discovery, she looked up into Ben's beautiful blue eyes and saw desire there too. Oh, my! What to do? The four of them were friends, often going out and sharing long evenings together. Their kids were best pals, joining the same teams and clubs to be together. But. as she and Ben said a long goodnight at the party, Ellie found herself not caring about any of that. She just wanted to be alone with Ben and see what happened. It was entirely possible the first hug or kiss would be so uncomfortable or awkward that they would laugh and just forget it ever happened. But Ellie was not sure that was what she wanted. So now, Ellie was alone, driving to Ben's office. It was Wednesday and he did not see patients today. He would be in the office alone, going over charts and updating his paperwork. She parked in the back, next to Ben's bright red Jag and knocked on the door. Ben opened it, looking puzzled, then pleased. He reached out for her hand and drew her into the office. Ellie had a whole speech prepared, but never got to say a word. He drew her into an embrace and leaned to her mouth, kissing her softly but very thoroughly. God, so much for an uncomfortable kiss! Ellie found herself just melting into him, tasting him and loving the sensation. He held her against his tall, lean body and moved his lips over her mouth, his tongue outlining her lips, then slipping shyly inside. She welcomed his tongue, pulling it deeply into her warmth, teasing it with her own. He was so delicious. She could feel the heat and firmness of his cock as he pulled her even closer. He was wearing green scrubs, flimsy enough for her to nearly feel the engorged veins along his shaft. His hands were spread open on her back, covering her and making her feel warm. In her head, Ellie heard the Celine Dion song, "Falling Into You" and suddenly understood what it meant. Ellie knew she could stay in this moment forever. She rubbed against his erection, moaned from deep in her throat, but Ben didn't make any further advances. He seemed content to hold her close and kiss her forever. She loved it too, but her body was aching and making demands on her, to do more, move along, get some satisfaction. She pulled away and looked up at Ben. He looked into her eyes, the naked desire in his making her throb. He cleared his throat and began speaking quietly to Ellie. "I want to make you happy. I want to please you. I will do anything you want. You just have to tell me what to do, what you want, and I will do it." Ellie was momentarily stunned. She had been married for over 10 years and never been with another man. She had just assumed that if she made her desires known to Ben, he would know what to do. She did not consider herself a leader, a guide. When she fantasized, it was always about a stranger who would seduce her, take her places she had never been, never knew existed. But now it seemed Ben was leaving it all up to her. She blushed and said she was enjoying the kissing. He led her to the couch and sat down, pulling him onto his lap, and resumed his intense kissing of her mouth and neck. She felt his engorged cock throbbing under her, but he seemed very content to just kiss. They seemed to find new ways for two mouths to meet and blend. When next she pulled away, Ellie was nearly breathless and she was sure her cheeks were bright red from stubble burn. God, this man could kiss! But he had the most control of any man she had ever been with. Her husband would have stripped her bare and fucked her by now. Yet, Ben was happily kissing her face and shoulders, not in any way pressing further. Ellie now believed she actually WAS in control. Leaning into his shoulder, she murmured that she wanted him to unbutton her blouse, touch her breasts. She watched as his long, slender fingers moved to her collar and began releasing the buttons. His fingers just grazed her skin, making her feel on fire, his touch directing the heat down her body. He tentatively touched her breasts, just above her bra, lightly skimming along the lacy edges and causing her to moan again. His mouth moved now, to the exposed skin of her chest, never trespassing where she hadn't indicated. Ellie almost laughed aloud at this crazy game of "Mother, May I?". His warm mouth slid over her soft skin, wetting her slightly and making her hips sway dangerously on his lap. Her nipples were hard now, aching. But he never touched them. He had been allowed the exposed skin on her chest and that was what he took. Ellie held his face in her hands, lifting him to her face and kissing him. "My dear Ben, please open my bra. I want you to see my nipples. I want to offer them to you. Let me nurture you, feel your mouth on me, using me." Again, his skilled fingers moved to her body. He quickly opened the two hooks on the front of her bra and separated the fabric. At first, he just ran his fingers up and down between her breasts, feeling her smooth skin and inhaling the vanilla scent wafting to his nostrils. He lowered his mouth and kissed that tender flesh, his face buried between her breasts, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin. Again, Ellie raised his face to hers. She asked him to open her bra, push it back. He happily obeyed. Then she cupped one full breast, while placing her other hand on his neck. She guided his face to her nipple, rubbing his closed mouth with the tight bud. His mouth opened and his eyes closed as he pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. He nursed on her breast, his eyes closed and tiny murmurs of pleasure escaping his mouth. He nursed hungrily, pulling the nipple deep, engulfing the entire area with his hungry lips. Ellie could feel the desire deep within her. Her pussy started getting wetter, her inner lips swelling open. She felt herself getting ready for Ben, ready to feel him deep in her pink. She also felt anger that Ben was making her direct this affair. She didn't want that. She wanted to be seduced by a strong man, one who knew what he wanted and took it. But Ben was forcing her to make all the decisions, all the moves in this little dance. Ellie decided that if she had to lead, she was going to enjoy it! She slipped her finger into the corner of his mouth, breaking the suction on her nipple. In a very firm voice, she said, "Stop!" Ben pulled away and looked at her. Ellie smiled and reminded him that he had promised to do anything she wanted. Ben nodded. "Good. I am going home now. This was a pleasant afternoon with you, one I will relish in my mind until Friday. You are not to touch your cock for pleasure until then. Nor are you allowed to make love to Diane. Your cock must remain hungry for me until Friday afternoon. Do you understand?". Ellie waited until he nodded his understanding, then instructed him to redo her clothing, without touching her skin again. Ben stood beside her and chastely hooked and buttoned her clothing. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, see the erection bulging in his scrubs. She remained firm. As he finished the last button, Ellie squeezed his hand and told him goodbye. Once in her car, Ellie found herself trembling. The power he had given her was unbelievable. She had never intitiated sex with Dale. She was always the willing and waiting wife, anxious to please him, believing the women's magazines that a content husband would not stray. But she never led them or asked for sex, she just couldn't. Yet, here was Ben, asking her to take control! It was scary, but so very exciting too. As she drove, Ellie found herself still aching, still needy. These were new sensations to her. Sex with Dale was rarely satisfying for her, but she really never expected it to be. Now her pussy was throbbing and swollen. She pulled over on the side of the road and slipped her hand between her legs. Her fingers slid into her pink so easily. She found her swollen clit and planned to just rub it for a minute, to diminish the ache. But once she started rubbing, she couldn't stop. Her fingers circled and circled, going faster and with more pressure, until she felt herself tense and begin to spasm. She cried out, hearing only a roar in her head as she came. As the throbbing slowed, she let her fingers slide deep inside her velvety pussy. She could feel her muscles massaging her little fingers, pulling them deeper. As she sat there, basking in the afterglow of her magnificent orgasm, Ellie decided she did want to perform this dance with Ben. She would not disappoint him. TO BE CONTINUED... Dancing With the Doc Ch. 2 Ellie drove home, her mind considering the possibilities. She had only had sex with Dale and now she wanted to see what another man did, how he made love, how he felt deep inside her. Ben was such a lovely man. The part she found confusing was that Ben was such a leader in the community and among their friends. People turned to him for advice and direction, his opinions were almost always followed. Now, he was offering to be her lover, but only if she was in charge. In a way, it upset Ellie to think about Ben that way. But it also excited her incredibly, to think that whatever she said would be done. She had spent so many years in Dale's shadow, doing exactly what he wanted, being unfulfilled. Now she had the chance to "catch up", enjoy being the one pleasured, with no regard for another's satisfaction. She felt powerful, almost overwhelmed by the power! That night, Ellie dreamed of such strange things. At first, she was directing a dance class. The room was full and everyone was watching her, as she stood before them. Strangely, she was naked, standing before all these people, who appeared to be admiring her lovely, tight body. Then the scene changed, as dreams do, and she was teaching an English class. Again, everyone was watching her, obeying her. Again, she was naked. This class was mostly men, men who wanted to look at her body and touch her soft skin. They seemed to be absorbing her every word, her every action. Then a door opened and she hurriedly stepped through it, finding herself in a large auditorium, lecturing on something. She stood behind a podium, completely naked, explaining a medical procedure. Looking down, she noticed the speaker stand was clear acrylic and she was exposed to the interested crowd. When she asked for questions, everyone wanted to know about HER, about her body and her feelings. Ellie thought it was all very odd. When she woke, she remembered the jumbled dream and wondered what it meant. In the morning, after getting her husband and kids off to work and school, she took a nice long soak in the tub, the scent of vanilla bath salts swirling in her head. She pondered the dream, dwelling on the naked theme and the idea that in each part, she was on display and lots of people were watching her, interested in her. She wondered if it had anything to do with Ben and his desire to please her, his wish to do anything to make her happy. She decided to visit Ben's office during lunch, when the staff was gone and he was doing his paperwork. She needed to talk with him, before this entire situation got out of hand. She pulled up in the back of the clinic right at 12. As expected, Ben's car was the only one there. She knocked lightly on the back door and he pulled it open, blinking in the bright sunshine. He looked very pleased to see her and smiled as he led her into his office and locked the door. He looked at her questioningly. She had promised to visit on Friday, and she was a day early. Ellie sat on the couch and told Ben they needed to talk. Before she even finished the sentence, she noticed the bulging erection in his slacks and heard his rapid breathing. He sat beside her and began kissing her, making her totally forget what she wanted to talk about. His mouth worked on hers and his tongue invaded her willing mouth, causing her to moan and press closer to his body. Again, he told her he wanted to do whatever would please her, he was here only for her. In her confused mind, Ellie was bombarded with thoughts. She knew that she should end all of this, that she should run while she could, that Ben was the sexiest kisser she had ever known, and finally, that she wanted to dance this dance with him. The last thought was the one she decided to act upon. She pulled back and said very quietly that Ben should stop. He did. He sat up straight and waited. Ellie's mind raced as she looked at him. He was dressed so nicely. She wanted to see him naked. Softly, Ellie gave Ben her instructions. He went to his outer office door, locking it. Then he came to her, standing directly before her and began to undress. She had told him to go slowly, to model for her. His long, slender fingers opened his tie and slipped it off. He slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing his softly furry chest for her. Each piece of clothing was draped on a chair, neatly. He removed his shoes and socks, placing them under the chair. Next, he opened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Slowly he removed them, almost dancing for Ellie as he undressed for her. Finally, he stood before her in his bikini underwear, his erection bulging against the restriction. As he reached for the elastic waist, Ellie stopped him. She told him to step closer. He walked up to her, his crotch nearly in her face. She leaned forward and inhaled his lovely man-scent. As she moved closer to him, his cock visibly throbbed. She could see a wet spot appearing on the fabric. As she sat on the couch and watched Ben undress, Ellie could feel herself growing wet and swollen. He was such an attractive man, and she was unused to men flirting with her. She felt very special to have been singled out by him and wanted the dance to continue. Now he stood before her, in his briefs, his cock obviously ready for her and she had total control of the situation. Ben remained still, awaiting his instructions. Ellie looked into his face and told him to remove the undies. He slowly lowered them down his long legs, his erection springing forward, then slapping his belly. She could see the sweet pre-come gathered on the cockhead, and slowly dripping down the length of his shaft. Ellie licked her lips. She wanted nothing more than to taste him, feel him in her mouth. But she had another plan. The few times that Dale had cared what she liked, he had touched himself, stroked himself, for her. Ellie found watching a man massaging his own cock to be incredibly sexy. Now, she leaned back against the sofa and told Ben what she wanted. He was to massage the thick red shaft of his cock for her, sliding his hand over the head and using his pre-come for lubrication. Ben had beautiful hands, large and capable, with long, slender, well-groomed fingers. He wrapped his right hand around his erect dick and began to stroke himself. Ellie felt herself aching deep in her pinkness. His hand slid up and down his hard shaft, sliding over the distended veins and hot skin. His eyes closed, he licked his lips, and she heard a soft moan. She told him to open his eyes and look at her as he stroked. Ben obeyed. She felt her legs falling open. Her hand reached down and touched her panties, finding them wet. Ben continued his handiwork, his hips now bucking as he thrust against his palm, moving faster. She watched his elegant hand, pleasuring himself, and felt herself throbbing under her own fingers. She told him to caress his full balls, and again, Ben obeyed. His hand slid down and cupped his fullness, lightly running up and down over the sacs, massaging the wrinkled skin, before sliding back to his turgid shaft. Ben's moans were growing louder, more frequent. Ellie told him he could not come yet, but to continue his self exploration. Her fingers had grown restless and slid up and down her wet crotch, massaging her slit and making herself even wetter. Finally, she slipped a small finger under the panty leg and caressed her curlies, feeling how damp they were. Her finger continued through the curls, finding her swollen slit and exploring it. Ben stood before her, mesmerized by her activities, growing more excited than he thought possible. "I just want to pleasure you, Ellie, let me help you, please", he begged. Ellie shook her head, her finger now caressing her clit, circling it and feeling it grow beneath her finger tip. Ben's hand raced up and down his shaft, the pre-come pouring from the tiny eye. He is crying for me, Ellie thought. She was so incredibly excited that she was about to come, she could feel it. Her legs were stretched out, locked in place, her thighs were aching with the trembling. She could feel the heat moving up her legs, she could feel the spasms starting deep in her pink and making her arch off the couch. The roar in her head blocked everything, making her throbbing cunt the center of her universe. As the spasming slowed, Ellie opened her eyes and saw Ben, sweet Ben, holding his cock, circling the base with a tight hand, trying to hold back his own orgasm. She saw the pleading in his eyes. She heard his voice repeating, "Please, Ellie, please!" She stood, taking her sticky fingers from her slit and offering them to Ben, who sucked them deeply into his mouth, sighing. "Now", she said, "now you may come. Right now. For me." Ben looked gratefully at Ellie as he slipped his hand up and down his stiff cock, groaned, and shot come in the air. As his cock gradually softened, Ellie leaned forward and kissed his succulent mouth. "You were a good boy today, Ben. You have pleased me. I will visit you tomorrow and we will continue our waltz." To Be Continued... Dancing With the Doc Ch. 3 Ellie got home and couldn't believe what had happened in Ben's office. She had not only made a man come while she talked to him, she had actually touched herself and come in front of someone. She had not even done that with Dale! She had never been in charge of anything, she had never been in control her entire marriage. Today, she had told Ben what to do and he did it all, happily, just to please her. She hadn't thought she would like this, but she found she did, very much. All evening, she was excited, remembering Ben. She knew she was wet and swollen and wanted some sex. Not the vanilla sex of her marriage, but some pounding, lusty sex. She just didn't know how to go about it, how to get Dale involved. Usually, they had sex on his schedule, when he wanted it. Tonight, Ellie could not leave it to chance, she needed a hot cock inside her, needed to feel pounded and used. She kept reliving the afternoon in her mind, each time feeling herself getting wet and achy again. When the boys had gone to bed, Ellie showered and got ready. She wore one of the sexy, lacy outfits Dale bought occasionally, which left little to the imagination and made Ellie blush when she saw her reflection. She wrapped herself in a robe and went to the kitchen, pouring herself a large glass of wine and downing it quickly. She waited until she felt the heat spread through her body, felt herself loosening, then Ellie walked over to Dale as he sat watching TV. She untied the robe and dropped it to the floor, standing before him in a skimpy red satin teddy. Her nipples were hard and bumply and her curlies dark against the thin fabric. Dale had barely had time to look at her when she lowered herself onto his lap and began riding his rough-jeaned crotch. Dale looked at her with surprise and amazement. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands and kissed his open mouth, running her tongue over his lips and then thrusting it into him. Her hips continued moving, the fabric feeling extremely erotic against her soft, swollen lips. She pressed her full breasts against his shirt front, molding her body against his, her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers in his hair. She was straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips, and now brought her legs tighter against him, feeling his cock swelling against her needy pussy. Ellie was kissing Dale, another first. Usually she followed his lead in sex and kissing was not a part of it. But now, she kissed him, exploring his mouth as she had always wanted to. When his hands reached for her clothing, she pulled away and jumped from his lap, leaving him open-mouth with amazement, his hands still outstretched. "This is all for you, Sir, if you behave and follow the rules," she said. Then she backed further away, moving to the TV and hitting the off button. She clicked on the CD player and some throbbing music began. Ellie was embarassed, but feeling very brazen. She had never, in all her years of marriage, made the first move. But she forced herself to continue, feeling the ache in her cunt and knowing this was her only chance to get what she wanted. She wanted Dale's cock. Even though he was a selfish lover, he had a massive organ, and that was what she needed right now, to be filled and stretched and fucked. She began moving her hips with the music, swaying and slowly twirling before him. She ran her hands over her breasts, pulling on the nipples through the gossamer fabric, making her nipples even harder and longer. As she turned, she let her fingers move over her body, touching and gently massaging the skin that was tingling and aching to be touched. Dale watched his quiet little wife seducing him and wondered what had happened. This was something he had hoped for, that she would wake up and enjoy the sensual side of life. He was tired of having to take everything he wanted, to feel apologetic afterward. Sex had become very compact for them and he regretted it. Now, suddenly, his sweet, shy woman was tantalizing him, tempting him, making him very excited. Ellie danced to the music, bumping her hips and pelvis, cupping her breasts. She closed her eyes and imagined an exotic dancer and imitated her. She slid her hands down her hips and across her tummy, reaching between her legs and just gently touching there. She danced to Dale, her aching pussy near his face. He inhaled and caught the scent of an excited woman, something he had never found with Ellie before. As she stood there, he reached a hand to her cheek, caressing her. She liked that. She lowered her face to his and kissed him deeply, teasing his tongue, making him even harder. She took his hand and placed it between her thighs, resting the palm on the wet crotch of her teddy. He held her there, feeling the heat and dampness, and allowing her to use his hand as she danced. She rubbed her hot pussy against it, trying to get some release from the need overwhelming her. Dale turned his hand sideways, pressing the edge of his palm on her slit, feeling it pushing the satin fabric inside her wet pinkness. He could hear Ellie moan, another thing he had never experienced with her. He was not sure what was going on, but he approved. He took both hands and held her hips, bringing her closer to his face. He buried his face between her legs, his mouth seeking the tiny snaps that held the crotch closed. He found them and pulled, smiling as he heard the snaps opening for him. As the fabric separated, the smell of her pussy became even more pronounced. It was a tangy, sweet, pungent scent that almost made him come at that moment. With his hands holding her to his face, he opened his lips and just sucked her soft mound into his mouth. This was something that Ellie didn't like at all. She felt her private places should remain private. Yet, she was wantonly offering him all of her and he was going to take it. She had stopped moving now, so incredibly centered on his mouth touching her. He pulled away and moved her legs further apart, once again diving for her brown curlies, his tongue snaking out and entering her swollen slit. He tasted his wife for the first time, and she felt the joy of his tongue for the first time. Both were mesmerized. Dale stood and picked up his woman, kissing her willing mouth with his pussy-tasting lips, fucking her mouth as he intended to fuck her very delicious cunt. He carried Ellie to their bed, the bed that had been just functional until tonight. Now, it would simply be there to increase their pleasure. Dale gently placed her on the bed and stood before her, removing his clothing. Most nights, Dale undressed and redressed in the privacy of his closet. But tonight, he was beside the bed, slowly disrobing, exposing his lovely body to her gaze. The lights were glowing, and Ellie could see everything, and enjoying it. As he removed his shorts, she was totally enthralled by his cock. In the past, their lovemaking was furtive, quick and in the dark. He had hardly ever touched her, looked at her, or she at him. Now she observed his toned body, appreciating his efforts to stay fit. When he was naked and she had seen it all, he moved to lie next to her. She almost flinched. This was what she remembered, the quick, economical fucking of the past. But tonight was different. Dale was different. He was beside her, kissing her softly, moving his tongue almost lazily into her mouth, washing her gently and thoroughly. He kissed her until she felt faint, apparently in no rush for the next step. When he felt her moving impatiently beneath him, he moved his hands from her hair down her neck. His lips moved too, sliding down her dainty neck and moving to her shoulders. He slowly made love with his mouth, covering her flesh with kisses and nips. She shivered beneath him, moaning and wriggling. He stopped his downward path to unbutton the teddy, kissing the skin as it was exposed to him. Ellie felt on fire. This was so new. She was intrigued and tantalized and, then, angry. Suddenly, she wondered if it could have always been like this, always been exciting and fun, instead of routine drudgery? But she lost her thoughts in the joy of Dale's mouth on her taut nipple. He covered it with his warmth and then sucked it deeply into his heat, causing her to jump and arch her back with pleasure. His mouth moved back and forth, sucking one nipple, then the other, making her moan and pull his head closer. As he suckled, Dale pulled the red teddy down Ellie's aroused body. She was not even aware of lifting her hips for him, helping him remove the clothing, offering herself to him. She remembered well the feeling of his mouth touching her THERE, and she wanted it again. As much as she wanted his mouth to continue its nursing, she also wanted to feel him deep inside her again. She tried to move his head down without seeming obvious, but he noticed and chuckled. "Tell me what you want, Ellie. Let me hear the words. Say them for me, to me," he said. Ellie stuttered and stammered, not sure what to say to him, how to ask for what she wanted. Then she remembered Ben, and how she was in charge and could tell him what she wanted and he would obey, and she felt suddenly powerful. She lifted her head and looked down at her husband's face, looked into his eyes and said, "I want you to lick me, kiss me, eat me. I want to feel you french-kissing me, your tongue deep inside, moving in and out. I want you to fuck me with your tongue, then with your very hard cock, Dale!" The words coming from Ellie's mouth drove Dale insane with desire. He lowered his face to her pussy, burying his tongue, then his entire face in her hot, wet warmth. He licked the slit, moving his tongue deeper and deeper with each stroke, feeling her wriggling and thrusting against him. Her fingers clutched his hair, holding him there, as if he would move! His tongue tip found her clit, and began to stroke it. He circled and nipped, flicked it, kissed it, while listening to her moans of ecstasy. He felt her legs tighten on his head, felt her become completely still and smiled. He knew what was happening and felt very proud. Suddenly she cried out, and the spasms started, from deep within her pinkness. He stayed in place, his tongue continuing its thrusting motions, slowing with her, until his tongue was completely still and just resting inside of her. He could feel her relaxing until she was limp under him. He gave her wet curlies one last kiss and moved slowly up her body, noting the increased swelling in her nipples, the light flush across her chest. Then he was even with her face and could see the smile of satisfaction on her pretty mouth, the glow in her eyes. Now he slid his erect cock into her. One stroke and he was deep within her, filling her wetness completely. At first, she was just lying there, enjoying the feeling of Dale deep within her. Then her hips began moving against him, with each stroke, helping him even deeper into her pinkness. She could feel how large and hot he was, how full her little pussy was. His face descended on hers and they kissed, their tongues mimicking what was happening between them. Dale was too excited to last long. He felt the pressure in his balls, he felt his cock become even harder and ready. He looked into Ellie's eyes and smiled, his come blasting into her, filling her hot pussy. He collapsed on her, holding her in his arms, feeling her heart against his. This was what he had always dreamed sex with his woman should be and tonight it was. He was content. Ellie lay beneath him, marveling at the joy of sex, the incredible excitement of it. She quickly relived this evening, the reaction Dale had to her, the thrill of all of it. She also remembered that this was the first time for much of it and her anger that Dale had never made it like this before. It made it easier to continue with Ben. Her mind turned to Ben and what she would demand next time. The dance was in full bloom now and Ellie was ready for it. To Be Continued... Dancing With the Doc Ch. 4 During the night, Ellie was still so excited that she woke needing more. She was slightly amazed to wake naked beside her husband, something that had never happened. She remembered his mouth on her, his fingers inside of her, his huge cock stretching her willing pussy, stroking deep and hard. Thinking about it made her ache and want to play again. She wasn't sure if this was acceptable. Her entire married life had been very sane and sensible sex, helping Dale satisfy his needs, performed once and then forgotten. She could not remember one time that they had engaged in sex more than once in one evening. Now, she was hungry for him, hungry for what he could do for her. She knew now that his touch could electrify her, his mouth was skilled in pleasuring her and giving her orgasms. She could almost feel his tongue plunging in and out of her warmth, making her shiver and cry out for more. She wanted more of the joy she had felt earlier, and now she was determined to find it. She turned to Dale and slid down his body until she found his sleeping cock. She wrapped her mouth around him and started to gently suck on him, enjoying the feel of him completely in her mouth. She could taste herself on him, and enjoyed that too. Ellie continued pulling his soft dick deeply into her mouth, feeling him grow as she massaged him with her tongue. She loved the feeling of him growing from soft and small to large and hard. Soon, she was unable to fit all of him into her mouth and had to be content with moving her lips up and down his engorged shaft. In his sleep, Dale had begun to thrust his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into her. He continued to sleep as she moved up his body and climbed onto him, guiding his erect dick into her hungry pink. She began to ride him, slowly at first, then with more passion. Dale woke to find his shy wife on top of him, her breasts swaying as she moved her pussy on his turgid cock. She was already wet and he could hear the special sound of a wet pussy sliding on a cock. He slipped his hands around her hips, moving her up and down, increasing the speed and depth of her movements. Again, he demanded that she tell him what she wanted, tell him what she needed. This time, Ellie was ready. Leaning over him, her face near his, she kissed his mouth and began whispering. "I want to feel you deep inside me, pounding into my pink, making me ache. I want to hear that sound of an excited cunt being penetrated by an erect and needy cock. I want you to come inside me, throbbing and shooting come into my pink deepness. I want you to fuck me, Dale." All too soon, the activity and the sexy dialogue brought him to the edge, and Dale knew he was going to come. Ellie reached back and slipped her fingers around his tight balls, massaging them and making it impossible for him to wait any longer. He tensed for just a moment and then erupted deep inside her waiting pussy. She continued riding him until his spasms ended, then slid down beside him. She reached for his hand and brought it to her mound, encouraging him to slide his fingers into her. He found her erect clit and began to massage it. At the same time, he leaned to her chest and took an erect nipple into his mouth, pulling it deep. She moaned aloud, her hands holding his head in place, her back arching, her hips thrusting. The words poured from her good wife mouth, begging him to fuck her, help her come, make her come. Then she was overwhelmed by spasms, starting in her feet and moving up her legs, causing her to buck and cry out, grinding her pussy against his hand. As her orgasm slowed, Dale kept his hand over her warm curlies, holding her mound and kissing her gently. She curled beside him and quickly fell asleep. The next morning, Ellie woke with a smile. She felt content, yet oddly restless. She relived her night with Dale, feeling again all the emotions. She remembered the joy of finding excitement with her own husband, excitement she had never expected to share. Then she felt the anger that he had not shared this in all their years together. He had made her feel like an invisible woman, only noticed when he wanted her. He had never shared the joy of sex with her, only the tedium. She wondered what had changed. She wanted to know why last night had been so fantastic, why she had enjoyed everything so much, and why Dale had responded so well. She turned to him to ask all the questions in her mind, and found him gone. Looking at the clock, Ellie discovered she had slept most of the morning away. Dale had already left, taking the kids to school. Disappointment stabbed her and she wanted to cry. He had gone to work, and she would not be able to contact him all day. Now her mind drifted as her hand slid over her breasts, pulling gently on the tender nipples, making them hard. Ellie climbed from bed and walked naked through the house. She felt free and lovely, her body energized from the night of loving. Now she moved to the shower. Ellie lathered her sponge with raspberry liquid soap and ran it over her body, enjoying the feel of the bubbles on her hypersensitive skin. She closed her eyes and let the warm water cascade over her flesh, making her skin tingle and glow. She washed herself carefully, inserting a soapy finger between her curls and making sure she was squeaky clean. Her mind was abuzz with ideas, feelings, wishes. Today was Friday and Ben had a half day at the clinic. She knew what she wanted to do, how she wanted him to please her. She stepped from the shower and dried her body with a fluffy towel, wrapping it loosely around her. She walked to the bedroom and stretched out on the bed, her head cradled in her pillow nest, letting the towel fall open. She could feel the breeze from the ceiling fan on her warm skin, cooling it and making her nipples pucker tightly. She touched the area between her legs and found a wonderful soreness there. Again, she was reminded of all the heated activities from the night before. She reached for the phone, dialing Ben's private number. She smiled and hummed while waiting for him to answer it. Finally, she heard his voice, slightly breathless. Without introduction, she began to give him her directions. "I am going to the Cinema at 1:30 today. I will be in the back of the theater, ready to watch the feature. You will buy a ticket and come into the room, moving up the stairs until you see me. Sit one row behind me and wait patiently. 10 minutes after the film starts, I want you to move to my row. Leave one seat between us. Then, when the screen goes dark for the first dramatic scene, lower yourself to the floor and move between my legs. Get comfortable, you will be there for awhile!" To Be Continued... Dancing With the Doc Ch. 5 After hanging up the phone, Ellie stayed on the bed, her naked body relaxed. She could feel the breeze from the ceiling fan on her skin, felt the coolness as her body was caressed by the soft, flowing air. She let her legs fall open and enjoyed the cool air hitting her curlies. Her fingers drifted there, combing the long, brown curls, feeling them wrap around her fingertips. She loved touching them, feeling them, looking at them. She wondered if perhaps Dale would like a reminder of them. Even Ben might find a picture popping up in E-mail to be enticing. She smiled to herself as she went to the computer room and found the digital camera. She wanted to take some pictures of her pretty pussy with the pretty curlies. She climbed back into the bed and considered her idea. She had the latest in technology in her hand. She had a naked body that was ripe and ready. Yes, posing for the camera would excite her and give another dimension to her awakening sexuality. She could always decide later what to do with the photos, sharing them with lovers or keeping them for herself. She set the timer and began posing. At first, she felt silly and shy and took flirtatious pictures of herself holding a pillow in front of her, or her hands covering crucial parts. But, as the camera flashed, she found herself relaxing and letting a bit of breast or a hint of curlies be seen. Finally the camera was full and Ellie went to the computer room again, sitting naked in the chair and downloading the pictures. She could see why men enjoyed being naked. It was extremely free and sexy. She vowed to spend some time naked, another step in accepting her body and her burgeoning sexuality. What she saw onscreen delighted her. Her skin was glowing from her exciting night, her eyes were shining, her smile shy, yet seductive. Slowly she saw herself get braver as she exposed more flesh to the camera, until the pictures were just the littlest bit naughty. She enjoyed seeing herself so brazen. After downloading the camera, she went back to her room, this time posing with more pleasure. She wore the red teddy from last night, slowly removing it, picture by picture, one button at a time. She wanted to see the seduction she had performed last night. She opened the lacy bodice, allowing her full breasts to be seen, then her dark, tight nipples. Every snap of the camera showed less clothing, more Ellie. She reached down to unsnap the crotch, allowing her fingers to linger in the curlies, her eyes closing at the pleasurable feelings. When the teddy was removed, Ellie continued to take pictures. She let her hands massage her breasts, her nipples, and down into her curlies. Soon, she forgot about the camera and just kept touching herself, amazed to find herself coming hard from just this little stimulation. She left her fingers deep inside her pink, suddenly remembering the camera, and posed for a picture of a just-fucked woman, her face all flushed, her fingers still inserted and slowly thrusting. She had never felt like this. Every fiber of her body seemed alive and ready, the slightest touch making her wet and achy. She pulled her shiny fingers from her pink, loving the softly wet sound of herself, and slowly licked them, taking a picture of her mouth moving down each one. Her eyes closed with pleasure and she heard the camera clicking with each shot. Lying on the bed, she thought of something she had always wanted to do, but had never had the nerve to try. Now, she knew she was ready. Moving from the bed, she entered the shower again, armed with all the needed supplies. She lathered her curlies and then began shaving them, carefully removing the thick, brown hair she enjoyed so much. She used her fingers to check for any strays and found only incredibly smooth skin. She became even more excited. Once again, she left the shower and dried her body, this time taking a mirror with her to the bed. God, her pussy was so incredibly pretty. She could see the soft mound, now vulnerable looking, very little girlish. But then, she separated the puffy lips and saw the pinkness within. This was a woman! She looked at her inner self, found her clit and made it stand hard, felt the incredible smoothness that was her secret place. Men were so lucky to be able to see this all so easily. Her hand caressed the newly bare skin, feeling even more excited by her new secret. She imagined her husband, his face buried here, tasting her and appreciating the baby smoothness of her mound. She thought of Ben, being instructed to lick the skin, slowly stroking his way into her hot pink. Then she noticed the camera. Of course, Ellie needed pictures of her sweet pussy. Her new, bare, sweet pussy. She set the timer and took several shots of her hand caressing the hairless mound, her fingers inserted between the very puffy, very pink lips. She dressed again in the teddy, taking pictures that did not have the fluff of curlies evident. She slowly undressed again. This time, the bright red satin slid against her bare skin, against her bare slit, once again making Ellie achy and in need of release. This time, she touched privately. No camera caught her movements as her fingers moved confidently from clit to pussy, finger fucking herself deeply then circling her hardening clit. Back and forth, Ellie's fingers moved with knowledge and skill. With each entry, she added a finger, until all four of her tiny fingers were deep inside her pinkness. All four fingers filled her pussy, made her thrust her hips against her hand, made her want to come. She felt the orgasm building and slowed her deliberate movements. She wanted this to last forever. She wanted to build to a new level before letting go. In and out, back and forth, up and down. She moved her right hand with such precision, the orgasm built to new heights. Finally, she knew she needed to circle her clit. Using several fingers, she concentrated on that tiny button, feeling the wave of pleasure starting in her feet and moving up her legs. A low growl, from deep in her throat, escaped. Unstoppable now, moving, spreading, filling Ellie with heat as it passed through her, feeling her entire body engulfed in spasms, her breath held, then crying out as the final wave coursed over her. Her fingers rested on her throbbing clit as she fought to breathe again, to focus on anything beside her spasming cunt. Slowly, she came back to reality, again hearing the music from the cd player, feeling the breeze from the fan. Ah, she was filled with such absolute contentment. Now she was able to think again. And the first item on her agenda was dressing for her date with Ben. To Be Continued... Dancing With the Doc Ch. 6 Ellie left her bed, her entire body feeling awake and tingling. She went to her lingerie drawer and removed a tiny pair of stretchy blue panties. The matching bra was tucked nearby. Ellie occasionally bought pretty underthings, but had rarely had a reason to wear them, so they just stayed in her lingerie drawer. Today she wanted to wear something pretty and sexy. She pulled the panties up her smooth, short legs and felt them clinging to her body. It almost seemed a shame to cover her very sensitive breasts, but she wanted to at least look respectable, so she slipped the bra up her arms and hooked the tiny front clasp. As she walked into her closet, she saw exactly what she wanted to wear. She had purchased a long, gauzy skirt months before and had never found an occasion to wear it. Today, it would be just right. Hanging beside it, was a lacy peasant blouse, in the perfect shade of blue. She placed the clothes on the bed, moving to her vanity to spray on a soft vanilla mist and brush her short hair into place. Her face still glowed from her morning of exploration and she just added some shiny gloss to her smiling lips. Ellie quickly dressed, adding some summery sandals. Now she was ready. She left the house and drove directly to the cinema. It was getting late, and the feature started soon. It never occurred to her that Ben might not come. She never thought he might ignore her instructions and just keep right on working at his office. She confidently bought her ticket and a cold drink, moving through the lobby to the correct theater. As she walked, she felt so incredibly sexy and beautiful. She felt her hips swaying gently as she walked, the long skirt softly swishing against her bare legs. Ellie knew she was emitting a signal. More than one man seemed to watch her as she moved through the afternoon crowd. She entered the theater, climbing the stairs until she reached a row about 3/4 of the way to the top. She moved against the wall and settled into her plush, rocking seat. Just as the previews started, she saw Ben enter the theater, never really looking at her, but climbing one row past her. Ellie could hear him getting comfortable. She felt her heart pounding. She found it hard to believe that this was her, sitting in a movie theater in the mid-afternoon with her potential lover waiting for her every instruction. Ben followed all her earlier instructions. He moved at the proper time to the same row, but one seat apart. They sat there for a few minutes, scanning the audience, wondering if they dared continue with this dance. Suddenly, as expected, the screen went dark. When the scene brightened and light filled the theater again, Ben was no longer beside her. He was sitting on the carpeted floor, between her legs. Ellie lifted her feet and placed them on the back of the chair in front of her, causing her full skirt to billow. She could feel Ben's hair on her inner thighs, his face moving up her leg, his mouth licking and sucking her tender flesh. Ellie had trouble sitting still, her hips were moving in rhythm with his kisses. She slid lower in the seat, her ass cheeks resting on the edge of the cushion. Ben's mouth continued to move up her thigh, coming to rest against the crotch of her tight, blue panties. She could feel his hot breath as he blew against her there. His tongue traveled up and down the taut fabric, wetting her undies and making her wriggle even more. The panties were stretched tight against her skin, no curlies to dull the sensation of Ben's mouth on her. She pushed up against him, felt his tongue slip out and start licking the nylon, pushing it against her newly bare skin. His tongue created a path, up and down, moving against her aroused flesh, making her moan deep in her throat. Then, he pushed harder, causing the panty to lodge inside her wet slit, allowing him access to her swollen mons. Ellie spread her legs as far apart as possible, offering Ben all that he wanted. His pointed tongue was plunging into her: slow, even strokes, then deep, then shallow, in and out, up and down. His hands cupped her ass as it nearly fell from the seat, his fingers spread over her curves, massaging and enjoying. He stiffened his tongue and moved his head back and forth, in and out, fucking her with his wet, slippery, extended tongue. Her panties were pushed deeply into her now, and the sensation of the nylon-sheathed tongue moving inside made her quiver. Both his hands were inside her panties now, pulling them away from her tight cheeks, moving them to allow him access to all of her flesh. Suddenly, he began to pull them down, and she lifted her hips to make it easier for him. She felt the stretchy fabric sliding down her legs, and felt him slip them over her feet, one at a time. She heard him inhale deeply and knew he had the wet panties over his nose, learning her excited scent. She felt his mouth return, french kissing her excited pussy. His mouth covered her, his tongue slipping deep inside, tasting and feeling the texture of her smooth pinkness. She knew she was wet and swollen, knew his tongue was easily sliding up and down her slit, moving into her completely. His mouth was so warm, his breath so soft as it touched her naked skin. She pushed against him, encouraging him to use her, to fuck her pussy with his talented tongue. Suddenly, he stopped. She could feel his breath growing distant. She felt such loss, such need, and almost cried out. Then she felt his fingertip, just barely touching her, just moving very gently and carefully up along her slit. Just barely making contact, but making it all the same. She found herself holding her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. Up and down, his fingertip traveled, moving along the swollen flesh, opening her to him. His finger seemed to delve deeper with each stroke, until she could feel it against her aching clit, moving over it, massaging it lovingly. Ah, she loved this. Her legs were spread so wide, her left knee pressed against the wall, her skirt tenting over Ben as he teased her. Just as she thought she couldn't stand another moment of his finger teasing her, Ben removed the warm digit. Again, she almost cried out. She was sitting totally opened and Ben was not taking advantage of it. Perhaps he was waiting for instructions? She wondered if she should whisper to him, tell him what she wanted? Even as she thought that, she felt his hair moving up her thigh and his breath once again warming her shaved little pussy. She expected his warm mouth over her, and was startled and delighted to feel the coldness of his tongue as he entered her with a piece of ice in his mouth. Oh, my, that was delightful! His icy tongue slid in and out, playing with her erect clit, stroking it and flicking over it, once again bringing Ellie to the edge of orgasm. This time, Ben decided to continue, and she felt his head moving up and down her thigh, his tongue stroking her clit and sliding into her hot pussy. Her legs grew tight and she clamped them around his head, holding him in place. She closed her mouth on her hand, sucking hard, trying to stay quiet as the spasms began in her feet, moving up her legs, the waves of heat passing along, the tremors nearly racking her body. And still Ben continued. His mouth nursed hungrily on her clit, his lips covering her swollen ones, his tongue thrusting needily in and out of her deep pinkness. Ellie thought the spasms would never end. She feared she had been loud and had attracted attention. When she was finally able to look around and see her surroundings, she noted that her orgasm had coincided with one of the loud war scenes and that her moans had blended with the other noises. She could feel Ben leaning against her sated flesh, feel his soft breath warming her. The theater darkened again. When the screen lit up, Ben was beside her again, quietly sipping a cold drink. As the movie ended, he stood and walked down the steps, still not one word spoken between them. As the lights came on, Ellie looked around for her discarded panties, but was unable to find them. She hoped that Ben had taken them as a souvenir. Walking from the theater, Ellie could feel her juices wetting her inner thighs, the skirt rubbing lightly against her bare ass. The dance was progressing nicely and she looked forward to the next number. TO BE CONTINUED..... Dancing With the Doc Ch. 7 Ellie walked through the lobby, sure many of the patrons knew what she had been doing. She felt wicked and naughty. She also felt very, very sexy! She walked to her car, sliding in and starting the ignition. As she was about to pull out, she saw her husband, Dale, walking toward her. "I saw your car as I drove by and thought I might join you. I guess I am too late. How was the movie?" he asked. Ellie just stared at him, her eyes wide, her mind a mass of different answers, none of them sounding right. As she stammered and stuttered, Dale laughed. "Never mind. I know what you did." Ellie blushed and began to frame denials. "You fell asleep again, didn't you? Guess I wore you out last night. Probably not a good day to go to a dark theater and sit alone!" he chuckled. Relieved, Ellie smiled at him. "Yes, you know me. Leave me alone in the dark and I'm asleep! I honestly don't remember more than the first few minutes. I do know it was a war movie, but that's about it." Dale walked around the car and slipped into the passenger seat. "I have been thinking about you all day, Ellie. Last night was wonderful. It's possibly a new beginning for us, a new start to our marriage and our life. Let's not allow that to slip away. Let's continue on this path, this dance, that is happening to us, please. I love you so much and I promise to show you, to try harder to help you believe it." He moved closer, slipping his fingers into her hair and cupping her cheek. He kissed her, his tongue eagerly pushing into her mouth, playing games with hers. His fingers slid down her neck, crushing the pretty blue shirt under his palm as he caressed her full breast, feeling her nipple harden against him. She moaned into his mouth. His hand continued its path, moving down her side, to her skirt, pulling it out of his way. Ellie had the presence of mind to stop him. "Let's go home, Dale. We can be alone and make love. I want you so very much." And she did. She wanted him with all of herself. Maybe he was right, maybe they could start new, start fresh. He could teach her what she wanted to learn. Maybe Ben was the catalyst that would make her marriage the one she had always dreamed about. Dale kissed her one final time, promising to meet her at home. He walked to his car, waved jauntily, and pulled out of the parking lot. She followed him, her mind racing. She really hadn't done anything terrible with Ben yet. Nothing irreparable. Being with Ben was exciting, but it was also something that could destroy many lives. Her existence was tied to Dale, her marriage, her children, her past and future. She owed it to everyone to see if this could be the turning point. Maybe the entire dance with Ben had occured so she could reach this moment with her own husband and see the path clearly before her. At home, Dale was already inside. She parked in the garage, and he walked out to meet her. He had started getting comfortable, his feet bare, his shirt untucked. He held her against him, kissing her deeply. God, she loved kissing. He was very good at it, making her melt against him. He was strong, his arms supporting her as he ravaged her mouth. Actually, Ellie would gladly have made love right there, but Dale had other plans. He guided them into the house, stopping in the living room, sinking into the couch and pulling Ellie onto his lap. She could feel his erect cock, pressing against her, throbbing. Her light gauze skirt felt nearly nonexistent between them. He continued to kiss and nibble her, taking his time, not rushing anything. His hands roamed over her, making her nipples hard and achy, her breasts feeling too full for the tiny bra. When he finally began undressing her, he seemed to be moving in slow motion, the clothes taking forever to disappear. But then, that had been her complaint, that things were too fast before, too quick. She liked this side of Dale much better. He was being very sensual, very tantalizing. She relaxed against him, enjoying the slow seduction he was performing. "So, tell me about your day, Ellie. Tell me your thoughts on our night and how you felt this morning," he breathed into her ear. She smiled, wondering how much of her day he really wanted to know, shaking her head at her thoughts. "Let me show you what I've been doing," she giggled. She stood up, taking his hand and leading him into the computer room. She sat in the chair, turning on the computer and clicking her way to the section of pictures she had taken this morning. She moved out of the chair, offering it to Dale. He sat and began looking at the pictures. First, the shy ones, with her dressed and embarassed. Then the ones where she began playing coyly with the camera, teasing and flirting with it. Slowly, he looked at each one. The red teddie. Her nipples. Her curlies. She watched in amazement as her fingers were inside of her. Then they were in her own mouth, her eyes closed with pleasure. She had downloaded them, but not looked closely, still a little shy about them. Now she saw how erotic they were. Her already wet pussy began to drip, juices running down her thighs. Dale seemed totally mesmerized. He studied each shot, watching his wife becoming more relaxed, more comfortable with herself. He wasn't sure what had made the difference, but he was grateful to whatever it was. Damn! The red teddie, open, her nipples exposed! He looked at her thick, brown curlies, feeling them again against his lips. He loved them. The scent, the texture, the incredible lushness of them. The next shot shocked him. No curlies! A smooth pussy, no hair, just soft-looking skin, bare, childlike. Then the next picture, a woman's cunt! These pictures were so erotic. He could feel his engorged cock, tight inside his jeans, needing release. His wife, his pretty, shy wife, stood beside him, apparently just as enraptured by the pictures. He reached around her hips, pulling her close, inhaling her scent. Light vanilla and excited woman. She moved around him, settling on his knee, still staring at the screen and her images. She felt again the deep excitement of taking those pictures, of exposing herself and her feelings to the camera. Against her thigh, she could feel his throbbing cock. She stood, pulling him to his feet. She pulled his shirt off, marveling again at his toned, muscular chest. She couldn't resist kissing him, licking his taut skin and sucking on his tiny, erect nipples. He moaned aloud, grabbing her head, encouraging her to continue. She twisted away and reached for his belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his pants. Ellie pulled everything down with one gesture, gasping at the size and color of his massive erection. He stepped out of his clothes, returning to the desk chair, his dick standing straight. She sat again on his lap, the gauze clinging to his wetness, capturing him. "This will never do," he said. He stood Ellie up and reached for her skirt band. He unbuttoned and unzipped, sliding the soft material over her hips, happily surprised to find no panties. Her shaved pussy was nearly level with his face and he couldn't resist burying his face there, feeling the smoothness against his cheek, the slit wet and swollen. Now he pulled her onto his lap again, feeling her naked ass against his muscular thigh. He carefully examined the last pictures, seeing Ellie's face, flushed from orgasm, her eyes dreamily unfocused. He loved this new Ellie. He loved the way she was comfortable with her sensuality and her body. He kissed her bare back, pressing his cheek to her skin, feeling her heart pounding excitedly. He started to stand, to move to the bedroom, but Ellie stopped him. "Stay here, Dale. Make love to me here. I want you now and I don't want to wait a second more." With that, she turned in his lap, straddling him and lowering herself down onto his erect cock. Despite the fact that he was huge, engorged and red, he slid easily into her ready pussy. She moved slowly, letting him slip in, stretch her more every second. He could hear her wetness, feel her pinkness wrap around him and clutch him inside her. Her arms were around his neck, her mouth covering his, molding to his. Her tongue traced his lips, sliding in and out of the tender corners, inciting him even more. She lifted her hips, slamming them down, filling herself with him, enjoying his heat and strength. Her tongue played with his, touching, retreating, teasing, wantonly encouraging him to join in. her full breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples digging into him. She rubbed them against him, enjoying the roughness of him. And through it all, her hips continued the dance, the ebb and flow, the give and take, the in and out, the back and forth. She moaned into his mouth, uttering words that inflamed his lust, making him lose contact with the present and just strive to be satisfied. Now Ellie moved specifically, massaging her engorged clit against his erect shaft. It was selfish, but she needed it. She needed to come now. He suckled her nipples while she rode him, her clit in constant contact with his cock. Her breathing stopped as she froze in mid-air, the feelings suddenly too intense to bear. Her orgasm tore through her, her hands clutching Dale's head, holding him close to her breasts as her inner pinkness throbbed around his dick, moving him even closer to his own explosion. He felt her copious juices running down his cock, wetting his thighs and making everything even more exciting. Her words and cries pierced the air as she came. When her orgasm subsided, and she relaxed against him, kissing him tenderly, she smiled at him and thanked him. Then, once again, she began the dance of hips interacting, the delicious cock-riding that took him to the edge of pleasure. This time, she took him beyond. He was unable to stop, unable to control the excitement she caused in his body. He held her tightly, feeling his balls tightening and his cock swelling. Then the come poured into her. She continued to move her hips up and down on his spasming member, milking it and massaging it with her inner muscles. Spent, they clutched each other, listening to breathing as it deepened, feeling hearts as they slowed, touching skin as it cooled. The decision was made. The dance was committed. Ellie belonged to Dale. She was content at last.